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By Ladyglen
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"God, I thought they'd *never* leave!"
Grinning at the exasperated tone of his lover's voice, Ryo listened to the door of their room snick shut, then tracked Touma's soft footfalls as they padded towards him.
"Great day for the air conditioner to take a crap, ne Ryo?"
"I don't mind," Ryo murmured, relaxing back against Touma as the taller man's arms came around him.
"You wouldn't," Touma answered affectionately. It wasn't so much the heat he minded, it was just that the heavy humidity in the still air made him feel as if he were swimming instead of standing on dry ground. He'd never mastered the art of breathing Shin's element, and after only a morning, he was already longing for the cool dryness of air conditioning.
"You still want to do this?" Ryo asked, tensing slightly in anticipation of his archer's answer. No heat, not even the sultry, torridness of a summer heat wave, ever seemed to bother him. On the other hand, overheating generally made Touma at least sleepy, if not out and out cranky. He hoped his lover wouldn't change his mind, for he'd been looking forward to their afternoon together all week. It wasn't often that they managed to have the house all to themselves.
"You're kidding, right?" Touma replied, sliding his hands underneath Ryo's crop tee, across the ridges of his abdomen and into the waistband of his jeans. He brushed the tips of his fingers over the erection that was already inching its way out of the other man's briefs, then flattened his palms and pulled Ryo firmly back against his own burgeoning erection. "Napping *isn't* on the agenda for today," he murmured into his lover's ear as he slowly gyrated his hips.
"This-, this is a good thing," Ryo breathed as he closed his eyes. Touma's desire was evident even through the two layers of jeans which separated them. He inhaled deeply. The thick air, which moved sluggishly through the open doors of their balcony, was redolent with the sensuous aroma of arousal rising from both their sweat-dampened bodies. It joined with his lover's touch to ignite a slow burn in his groin which he knew would eventually consume him.
"So," Touma inquired, stilling and holding the body of the man he loved as close to himself as he could, "Have you chosen something?"
In answer, Ryo simply raised his hands and opened them to let the thin strips of black he'd been cupping spill over his fingers. The fragrance of the leather wafted up, and, along with his lover's expectant intake of breath, joined in the melody of stimulation which was being played on his senses.
"Mmmmm, good choice," Touma approved. His lover held what was essentially a thong-shaped harness. Made entirely of jet black leather, it buckled around the wearer's hips, had openings so that his penis and testicles would not be confined, and sported a cuff in the back which could be used to hold a butt plug or vibrator securely in the wearer's ass. Speaking of plugs... As he slid one hand a little further into Ryo's jeans so that he could reach more than just the tip of his erection, Touma asked, "Any attachments?"
"Ah-, o-, on the bed," Ryo managed, the other man's gentle caresses stroking tingles to life which skittered along his nerve endings like sparks of flame crackling over a pine twig. "B-, but," he softly gasped, "If you keep this up-,"
"I know. Can't have you coming too soon, can we?" Touma chuckled as he reluctantly ceased his play and slid his hands up to rest on his lover's narrow waist. "Are you ready?"
Ryo nodded, then gasped again as sharp teeth nipped at the side of his neck.
"Then we begin," Touma murmured as he took the bits of black leather out of Ryo's hands. Smiling when the other man's body began to quiver, he brought his head close to his lover's ear and whispered, "Strip."
As soon as Touma move away, Ryo grasped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. He dropped the red cloth to the floor, then paused. When he didn't hear any protest or further orders from his lover, only the sound of the other man's footsteps as he crossed the room back to their bed, he unfastened his jeans. After slipping both the denim and his briefs off, he tossed both garments aside to join his shirt. The prickles of sweat raised by even that small amount of exertion tickling across his skin in the still air, he awaited Touma's next instructions, breathing deeply and trying to remain calm.
Touma smiled as he lifted the vibrating butt plug from the mattress, his thoughts on how he would conduct this session crystallizing. He bent the plug's flexible base, slipping it into the cuff on the harness, and after making sure that its cord was out of the way, he snapped the cuff closed.
As he turned, Touma's breath silently caught at the sight of the man beautifully outlined by the sunshine streaming through the balcony doors. His strength coiled and at rest, Ryo stood with his hands at his sides, his feet slightly spread. All that power and loveliness was his... and his to command. It was a thought that was both frightening and heady. He had to close his eyes and will the sudden tremble in his limbs to stillness before scooping up a tube of lubricant and stepping away from the bed. Breathless anticipation was not part of the persona he had to assume to make this good for Ryo, no matter how he might want to just throw himself at the other man's feet.
Concentrating deeply on controlling his desire and keeping it at a manageable level, Ryo never heard Touma's return. His eyes flew open and every muscle in his body tightened when something cool traced the length of his spine from his neck to his buttocks. When that something moved lower, he somehow changed his moan into nothing more provoking than a sigh.
"Very nice, Ryo," Touma commented appreciatively as he ran the tip of the plug from the top of his lover's ass down to his balls and back up again, "Very nice, indeed. Now, get in position."
With one more deep, steadying breath, Ryo stepped closer to the balcony. He spread his legs widely apart, then bent at the waist and placed both hands, one on top of the other, on the center post between the doors. He relaxed, letting his middle sag a little and tipping his ass a bit higher, when he felt a gentle hand pressing down on his back.
Stepping between Ryo's legs, Touma nudged them further apart, and when he had them placed to his liking, he quietly ordered, "Be still, now." He carefully placed the harness and plug atop his lover's back, and after squeezing a generous dollop of lube onto the fingers of one hand, the tube joined them.
Ryo suppressed a gasp as a slick coolness slid between his buttocks, probing for and finally entering his anus. He bit his lip as he conquered the urge to sway his hips and press himself back against Touma's fingers, then stretched the parameters of his instructions by daring to press his forehead against his upper arm.
Deciding to be lenient so long as his partner didn't move his lower half, Touma ignored Ryo's slight movement. Taking his time, he massaged the lube deep into his lover with first one finger, then two, and finally three. He continued his gentle, methodical motions until he was satisfied that the tight passage was thoroughly stretched, for the plug the other man had chosen was one of their largest.
Touma's fingers were soothing and stimulating all at the same time, and only the knowledge that a greater fullness would soon replace them prevented Ryo from groaning his disappointment as they deserted him, leaving him feeling empty and abandoned.
Touma pressed a small, sucking kiss on the small of Ryo's back as he retrieved the harness, and after shaking it out, he reached forward and slipped his lover's erect penis through the hole meant for it in the front. He slid his hand along the cock's length until he reached its base and held the harness in place with his palm while he eased Ryo's balls through the next circular opening. Finally, after smearing it with more lube, he maneuvered the plug so that its tip rested against the other man's anus.
"Be still," Touma directed once again as Ryo's hips twitched back against the plug, as though his partner were trying to hurry its insertion, and reinforced his reminder with a slap on one buttock. "You're not to move unless I tell you to move," he elaborated, caressing the redness raised by his hand before using his fingers to spread Ryo's cheeks even wider. "No matter how much you want this," he finished, then plunged the tip of the plug into his lover's opening. He moved it in a tiny circle, then pulled it out again. He repeated the sequence again and again, going a little deeper with each thrust.
Ryo locked his knees and clutched the doorpost to keep himself from meeting those slow, shallow thrusts the way he wanted to. He'd already been reprimanded, and this teasing had to be part of his punishment. It was a relief when he finally felt the widest part of the plug pass into him. When it was clear that Touma was not going to continue to torment him and pull that wonderful fullness out of him yet again, he tensed his muscles to hold the plug in place until Touma could finish preparing him.
Touma gyrated his palm against the leather encased base of the plug nestled between Ryo's cheeks one final time, then reluctantly moved his hand away so that he could buckle the straps of the harness around the other man's hips. First one side, then the other, catching up the plug's control along the way and tucking it beneath the thin leather so it wouldn't dangle at the end of its cord like some sort of strange tail.
The silence dragged on and on after Touma stepped away from him until Ryo was ready to scream his frustration. To know he was on display, to feel the weight of the other man's eyes on him was almost as exciting as the feel of the plug which impaled him. What was the archer waiting for? He wanted to revel in his lover's taste as the plug vibrated deep within; he wanted that sensation desperately, until it was time to replace the plug with Touma's cock. Why didn't he just get *on* with it?
"You're beautiful," Touma whispered huskily, unable to resist coming close to stroke Ryo's flank one final time. "Now," he instructed after another lengthy pause, "Second position."
God, finally! Eagerly, Ryo straightened. While permitted to move, he took the opportunity to shift his hips in an almost exaggerated fashion so that he could better feel the plug as he backed away from the balcony. As Touma looked on, he knelt, then sat back on his heels and spread his knees as widely as he was able. He never lowered his gaze as he clasped his hands behind his back, not wanting to miss anything as his lover removed his own clothing, but the other man didn't do as he expected.
Touma circled his lover and knelt behind him, brushing the long, midnight hair aside so he could lick at his neck. "Mmmm," he sighed as the salt-sweet taste of his partner's damp flesh exploded in his mouth. He nuzzled and nipped his way up to Ryo's ear where he whispered, "You'll not move. You're to remain in position and wait until I'm good and ready for you."
"Wha-," Ryo's surprise forced the protest out of him, and he twisted about so that he could see his lover. That wasn't the way this game was supposed to be played. "But, Touma-," he abruptly fell silent when slender fingers descended on his lips.
"Say the word and we'll stop," Touma offered, raising his hand and brushing the backs of his fingers over the lines of consternation and puzzlement which furrowed his love's brow.
Stop? Though he wasn't sure just what Touma had in mind, Ryo really didn't want to stop now. He didn't know if his body would cooperate if he tried. Slowly, he shook his head.
"Do you trust me?"
Implicitly. The answer immediately sprang into Ryo's mind, though it never reached his lips. He simply nodded his affirmative. The trust which had developed between them when they were youths and had been forced to fight their way across the Netherworld with no one to rely on besides each other had only strengthened and deepened over the ensuing 6 years; that bond had reached new heights over the last year that they had spent as lovers.
"You want to continue?"
Something burned deep within Touma's blue eyes, something akin to Ryo's own wildfire, something which called to him and promised ecstasy. Almost spellbound, he nodded once again.
"Good," Touma whispered in satisfaction. He leaned forward and indulged in a deep, lingering kiss before softly commanding, "Now, get back into position." After Ryo had turned and settled back on his heels, he reached down and turned the vibrating plug on to its lowest setting.
"I want to watch you smolder for a little while," Touma murmured, smiling as Ryo subtly stiffened. He stood, then moved to his lover's front and dropped back down to his heels. Cupping the other man's chin, he leaned in to claim another kiss, then ordered, "You will be silent." Another kiss. "You will not move." He waited for Ryo's eyes to open and focus on him, then finished, "You will not come."
He's out of his mind! The low rumble, as deep as the throb of a large diesel engine, that centered in his ass quickly spread throughout his body and finally lodged in Ryo's chest and throat. He wants to watch me smolder? It steadily fanned the flames which already burned in his groin. More like watch me spontaneously combust! God! Don't know how long I can take this.
"Ah ah! I'll only forgive you once," Touma warned as Ryo's lips opened and he drew breath as if to speak. "I have other plans for this lovely mouth, Ryo. I wouldn't want to have to use a gag." He bent for one final kiss, a lengthy plunder during which he explored anew every nuance of the other man's mouth and which clearly restated his claim on the man himself.
Take it for as long as I have to. Reeling from his lover's kiss, Ryo dazedly tried to gather his scattered wits. He drew in a long, slow breath as Touma stood and stepped away, reaching for some sort of detachment which would grant him the control he so desperately needed. He closed his eyes, concentrating fiercely, knowing that any further sight of the man he desired would only hamper his efforts.
So incredibly beautiful. Touma devoured his love with his eyes, since he had just condemned both of them to waiting. Ryo's cock jutted out proudly, exposed by his open kneed position, and begged to be touched. It already glistened with a hint of moisture that begged to be licked away. His chest and nipples were prominently displayed by the arch in his back and begged to be suckled and nipped.
Silently, Touma began to pace, thankful that Ryo's eyes were closed so he wasn't being watched as he prowled about. Waves of pleasure tightened his groin almost unbearably, to the point where he was tempted to just throw the game and get on with the screwing. He finally came to a stop behind his lover. He ran his hands over his ass, pressing between his cheeks, then around to his thighs and up over his crotch. There was nothing in the rules which said he couldn't touch himself while he waited. Over and over he stroked his cloth covered erection, hoping to ease some of the pressure which threatened to burst his zipper. He was gambling that Ryo's control would be great enough that he wouldn't orgasm before he wanted him to, yet not so great that he wouldn't be driven to move before his own control slipped.
Ryo listened to Touma move about the room, trying to picture in his mind his lover's exact location, anything that would help to take his mind off the throb deep inside him which was slowly heightening every single one of his senses. He nearly sobbed when the sound of the other man's footsteps ceased and was replaced by what had to be the slide of hands across denim. God! He's touching himself, he has to be! Need that. Need to touch him, need to be touched! Without even realizing it, he rocked his hips. Even so slight a movement sent pangs of sun-hot desire rocketing along every nerve ending as his heels shifted the base of the plug which speared him. He did it again, though it only made the ache in his cock more fierce as it slid through frictionless air instead of a warm hand or mouth. And again...
The telltale creak of leather snapped open eyelids that Touma hadn't realized had fallen shut. Yes! Ryo didn't even seem to be aware of what he was doing, and was beyond hearing him as he crouched down at his back. His voice a throaty rasp, he reminded, "I told you not to move, Ryo." Even as the other man froze, he reached down and turned the plug's control to its next highest setting.
At Touma's first word, Ryo's eyes flew open in sudden shock, but they almost immediately clenched shut again as the rumbling throb in his center quickened and intensified into the deep drone of a bumble bee's buzz. He nearly doubled over as the increased sensation skipped along his already tingling senses.
"Open your eyes."
Ryo's eyes were dragged open again almost against his will at the soft command, only to see Touma standing before him, a halo of light surrounding his long, lithe body. Lovely. As desirable in the glaring light of day as he was in the softness of his native starlight. Please, he silently pleaded, say it. Let me move. The curl in his lover's lip indicated that his eyes had successfully conveyed his message, and also that his petition would not be granted.
Ever so slowly, Touma lifted the hem of his own t-shirt, baring his abdomen and chest an inch at a time, until he finally slid it over his head. He carelessly let the white cloth drop behind himself before lowering his hands to his chest. Meeting the hungry gaze of his lover, he raked his fingers over his nipples, taking the time to pinch and twist each until they were as achingly erect as his cock. The man on the floor at his feet was panting by the time he slid his hands down across the flat plane of his stomach to unfasten his denims. Caressing the tip of his cock where it had escaped his briefs, Touma stepped closer and softly directed, "Kneel, then you may use your hands to remove my jeans."
Eagerly, Ryo rose to his knees and reached for the man who loomed above him. He slowly slid Touma's jeans down. Over slim hips, over long, lean thighs, relishing the smooth texture of his lover's skin, until they were low enough for the other man to step out of them. When he straightened again, his nostrils were assaulted by the heavy musk of Touma's arousal. The scent went straight to his gut and his groin. It was an irresistible siren call which compelled him to slide his hands to his lover's rear and pull him close so that he could mouth the firmness of the cloth covered flesh.
Breath hissing out in surprise Touma was once more tempted to end the game. He'd already gotten to Ryo, as proven by the number of times his lover had forgotten himself and broke form. Would it be enough? Perhaps not yet. When he thought he could speak, he tapped the top of the head that was blindly nuzzling at his erection, and when the other man looked up, he stepped back a pace. Frowning, he asked, "Did I give you permission to touch me?"
Touma watched the confusion in Ryo's eyes melt into understanding, then moved to his lover's side and lowered himself to one knee. "Get back into position," he quietly commanded, and when the other man had done so, he reached behind and turned the plug up another notch.
Oh, man! The sensation that filled Ryo quickened and intensified yet again, mutating into the high-pitched buzz of an angry hornet. It spread rapidly and further stimulated his humming flesh. He didn't know if he groaned aloud, but decided that he hadn't when he wasn't reprimanded.
"Open your eyes, Ryo."
Touma had circled to his front again, and Ryo fought to remain still as he watched his lover slowly slide off his briefs. He clenched the hands that rested in the small of his back together again and again as the other man made no further move other than to run his fingers over the length of his freed erection. God, how he wanted those fingers on his own; how he wanted that hardness pounding into him.
Touma smiled slightly as he watched the muscles in Ryo's shoulders and upper arms ripple. His lover was panting and disheveled and completely unable to remain motionless. It was time to turn the heat up even further and fan the blaze he'd started into a wildfire. "Kneel," he ordered for the second time. He held Ryo's too bright gaze as he stepped within reach, then murmured, "Touch me. No hands."
Touma's scent and his throbbing innards driving him, Ryo hungrily swallowed the cock which bobbed so tantalizingly close to him. He pumped his head a few times until the fullness in his mouth conspired with the fullness in his rear to thoroughly threaten his control. In some dim part of his mind, he remembered that he'd not been given permission to come, so he backed off and slowed down.
Dragging his teeth lightly up the length of Touma's cock, Ryo circled its head. He savored the taste which exploded on his tongue, something he'd missed in his previous haste, and lapped at it fervently. Tastes... need more. Want... He engulfed the hard flesh he'd been offered once again.
Touma's eyes fluttered shut as a heat more fierce than the air temperature surrounded him. Slick and wet friction slid the length of his penis making his breath catch in his throat. Teeth, tongue, and lips, nibbling and suckling, furthered his journey to the edge of orgasm. So close. Just a little... He buried his fingers into Ryo's thick, black mane when that heat surrounded him once again and thrust. Again and again...
Ryo angled his head and relaxed his throat as his head was held firmly in place and heated hardness began to pound into him. He sucked as it entered, he swirled his tongue about it as it withdrew. So wonderful... Needed more... The hands holding his head weren't enough. Need it deeper... His hands met firm, warm flesh and he lunged forward.
The level of Rowan's pleasure rose with each plunge into that exquisite mouth, higher and higher, building as a thunderstorm builds. He stiffened as the storm broke, crying out as sensation skittered along every nerve like lightning as it skips from cloud to cloud.
Yes! More! The taste he craved flooded Ryo's mouth with sensuous bliss, cranking the level of his excitement up even higher. All too soon, though, the flavor and fullness was gone, and all that remained was soft, yielding flesh. No! Want more. Need more! Vaguely aware that if Touma's cock didn't harden again, it couldn't ease the throbbing ache in his groin and ass, he desperately suckled and bit at it. His efforts increased as the cock began to respond and the softness firmed.
Oh, good god! A single glance down to see the ebon straps which hugged the burnished gold of Ryo's hips worked as well as the unceasing motion of his partner's mouth to drive any sensation of satiation from Touma's body. Groaning as his cock filled and lengthened, he yielded to the pressure of the fingers which clutched his ass and thrust himself again as deeply as he could into that welcome inferno heat.
Wait a minute... fingers? Oh, right. The plan.
Panting, Touma fought the desire to just continue pumping his hips until the lightning storm descended on him again. With excruciating slowness, he regained a modicum of control, and when Ryo showed no signs of stopping, he gently inserted a finger into his love's mouth to break the suction. Resisting the grip which tightened and tried to keep him in place, he withdrew and dropped to his knees.
Ryo's hands slid upwards as Touma descended. Feeling bereft, he buried his hands in his lover's thick, blue locks and captured his lips. Mouth filled again, he became aware of something brushing lightly against the gnawing pang which was his cock. He swayed closer to it, rubbing himself against it, and whimpered when it moved away. Confused, he broke the kiss and drew back slightly. He stiffened when his partner bent and reached behind him, and cried out when the vibration in his ass and groin intensified yet again, becoming the powerful thrum of a hummingbird's wings.
"No hands, Ryo."
The words barely registered as Ryo squeezed his eyes shut. Didn't matter anymore. Had to move. Had to plunge his cock into the heat of a hand or mouth or ass. Needed to rub against something, *anything*, until the ache went away. He was unable to do more than whimper again when a grip like a vise settled on his hips and he found himself unable to move.
"Ryo, look at me," Touma bid, then raised his hands to the other man's shoulders and ran a series of light kisses up his jaw until he reached his ear. His plan was a complete success; Ryo was in a veritable frenzy. The jaw he kissed was clenched, the body beneath his hands was shaking. It was time to end this. "Got one last command, then it's game over," he murmured. "Ryo. Do you hear me?" He leaned back so he could see his partner's eyes, and when he saw a glimmer of understanding seep through the basic, wild instinct which dominated them, he whispered, "Fuck me."
God, yes! The words snapped the invisible restraints which had held Ryo back. One hand on his archer's ass, one cradling his head, he pressed Touma onto his back.
"Ryo, wait-," Touma gasped. Though his legs were already hooked over his partner's arms, he tried to reach between their bodies, or to push Ryo away, or *something*, but went limp when Ryo growled low in his throat and heavy hands fell on his shoulders. Effectively pinned, Touma smiled slightly. The other man would find out what he'd been trying to do soon enough.
No! His! This body was his, would deliver the relief he was desperate for. After warning Touma to be still, Ryo spread his lover's legs a little farther apart, aligned himself, then plunged forward. Or tried to. Something blocked his path to the sweet, hot passage he sought. Probing, his fingers encountered a hardness that shouldn't have been there, a firmness which went far beyond that of flesh and blood. He found the edges and pulled. When the passage was clear, he used both hands to spread the other man's cheeks as far apart as they would go.
As soon as he felt the thickness of the plug pass out of him, Touma closed his eyes and tried to relax every muscle in his body. This was going to be rough, which was all right since that had been the goal he'd set before they'd started this, and Ryo was beyond having much consideration for him. But, that was why he'd taken the time to prepare himself beforehand.
Ryo thrust himself home in one long sweep, crying out as the snugness of the channel gripped him. He immediately pulled out, then plunged back in, rocking the body beneath him and sliding it along the floor a little. He repeated the sequence a third time, then pulled out in frustration. This wasn't right. He wanted the body to meet him with equal force, not rock helplessly beneath him; he wanted the body molded to his own. Letting Touma's legs slide off his arms and drop to the floor, he flipped his lover onto his stomach. After moving between those slender legs again, he pulled the other man's ass high into the air.
The heat which invaded him made Touma feel as though he were impaled on a spear made of flame, but just as he began to lose himself to the waxing waves of sensuality which moved through him, the spear disappeared. He hardly had time to begin a bewildered protest before he found himself first on his stomach and then with his ass waving in the air. He had no more desire to protest when that marvelous heat returned, filling him and stroking an answering fire to life in him.
"H-, harder," Touma moaned, the increased leverage of his new position allowing him to better meet his partner's thrusts. He pressed himself backwards longingly, trying to get as much of Ryo into him as he could and tightened his muscles to grip his lover when he tried to withdraw, reluctant to let any of the flame fullness leave him. As the speed of Ryo's thrusts increased, he reached for his own cock.
The slick slide through the hot tightness and the throb of the plug which was still buried deep within him drove Ryo relentlessly faster, until he felt the body beneath him shift. No! He'd been given control and he wouldn't relinquish any of it even to allow his partner to pleasure himself. He warned Touma to be still once again the only way he was capable, then slid his hands to his lover's cock and pumped it in time with his own thrusts.
Another low, rumbling growl was Touma's only warning before a sharp pain lanced into his right shoulder. He moaned as it shot straight to his groin and enhanced his excitement. He let his hand drop back to the floor next to his cheek as large, warm palms closed around his erection. He cried out as Ryo slammed into him faster and faster. The sensation of molten heat washing his innards sparked his own peak and sent him spinning away into shuddering euphoria.
The spasms which gripped his cock, the slippery liquid which spilled over his fingers: both sensations increased the intensity of Ryo's orgasm. He folded over Touma's back, unable to do anything besides hang on and shake as a tsunami force ripped through him, flooding his senses and quenching the inferno.
Touma levered his upper body off the floor when a few moments passed without any movement from the man draped over his back. He hadn't killed his lover, had he? Beginning to grin, he softly inquired, "Ryo, you still with me here?"
"Uuhrrgmm, don' think so," Ryo mumbled. Somehow, he mustered the strength to reach an arm behind himself and fumble the plug's control to its off position.
"Well, you're awful heavy for someone who's not here," Touma chuckled.
"Think you fried all my brain cells, Touma. Body's still tinglin', but don' think I can move."
Laughing outright, Touma briefly contemplated shrugging his lover off him, but decided he liked Ryo just where he was. The man's weight was comforting, and besides, they were still connected. Still connected? He slowly tightened the muscles of his ass, grinning when the man on top of him groaned.
"Stop it, Touma," Ryo complained, though renewed pangs of arousal swept through him as the passage around him constricted. "Oh god," he breathed, involuntarily shifting his hips as it clamped around him again. "Ahhh... keep that up I'm gonna have to-,"
"I wouldn't mind," Touma murmured dreamily as the flesh within him swelled. His own cock twitched as Ryo made another shallow thrust, though he wasn't sure he could physically manage another orgasm after already having two in such quick succession. It didn't matter. He pressed himself back as the cock in him thrust more deeply and flexed his muscles again.
"Ohhh," Ryo moaned, clenching his eyes shut as the embers of his desire ignited back into full flame. He straightened and pulled Touma's hips firmly back. The dual sensations of the plug which shifted with his every movement and of sliding through that tightness quickly had his breath escaping him in soft, panting groans. He slid his hands up his lover's spine, then out to his shoulders. His eyes shot open when his right hand brushed over a blemish in what should have been smooth, flawless skin.
"No! Don't," Touma cried, alarmed when Ryo first froze and then abruptly tried to withdraw. Desperately, he reached behind himself and managed to get a hand onto the other man's ass. "Please, Ryo. Stay."
"I hurt you," Ryo faintly said, staring with horror at the specks of dried blood which dotted the crescent of toothmarks on Touma's right shoulder.
"What? When?" Touma asked, completely puzzled.
"I bit you."
"Oh, that? It's nothing."
"Geez, Touma, I *bit* you! I drew blood! I'm so sorry! How could I lose control like that?" Ryo pushed against the hand that was holding him in place, appalled at what he'd done to his lover. Appalled that he hadn't even realized it.
"Ryo!" Touma snapped. When the other man stopped fighting his hold and froze again, he lowered his voice and confessed, "You were *supposed* to lose control."
"Huh? Touma, that doesn't ma-,"
"That was what I wanted. What I planned."
"Planned?"
"Yeah," Touma murmured, twisting his head around and releasing his lover when it seemed that Ryo would remain as he was. "I started our game with the object of driving you so out of your mind that you'd be incapable of thinking when I asked you to fuck me. It worked, and I loved every second of it, Ryo."
"You-,"
"Even the bite, Ryo. Maybe especially the bite. It's your mark. Shows I'm yours."
"Mine?"
"Yes," Touma sighed. "I don't always want to be top, Ryo. Sometimes I want to be possessed... even used. You're always so freakin' quick and careful and gentle whenever you take me, and I have to practically *beg* to get that!"
"But, I-, I love you, Touma. I don't want to hurt you. Ever!"
"Is that why you're so reluctant? God, get it through your head. You won't hurt me. You didn't. I'm not made of glass, Ryo. You're not going to break me. I loved it," Touma repeated, "And I'd love for you to do it again." He pressed himself back and flexed, heartened when his lover didn't yield.
Ryo hissed as the arousal which hadn't really ebbed in spite of his horror flared with Touma's motion. He closed his eyes, fighting to remain still, and asked uncertainly, "Are you sure?"
"And you say *I* think too much!" Touma exclaimed. He thrust himself back once more and added a gyrating swivel of his hips. "Yes, of course I'm sure! Don't think, Ryo. Don't agonize. Just feel," he commanded. "I love you, and I want you to fuck me again!"
How could he resist? Ryo surrendered and slammed himself home.
