[ The panting is mutual, at least. Date just breathing hard and groaning softly as he listens for every bit of Ryuki he can get. Fuck, this escalated so quickly and so perfectly, he can't get over it. His toes curl in his socks and his hips rise off the couch as he strokes himself harder. Fuck, fuck, fuck. ]
Yeah...! Shit, fuck. Yeah, you were made for me. My little junior. You have no idea what I want to do to you, how I want to fuck you up. Nngh—
[ And he makes a choked out noise then as he absolutely does come in his hand right now but. Remember. No refractory period so he just keeps stroking himself, using his own come as lube now to slide over his stiffening cock. ]
[ The sound he makes, his moaning, the wet noise of Date’s fingers around his cock, the way it’s in his ear as if it was happening right next to him - it’s too much, Ryuki’s stomach in knots. He’d do anything for this man, anything at all, and only part of it is because of his sickening need to repay him for everything. The majority of it is the depth of his love and attraction, the knowledge that what he’s wanted for years is right there in front of him.
Date keeps going. He keeps going and Ryuki finds himself obsessed with the idea of being fucked, touched, used until Date is done and his body is messy and weak and completely blissed out.
Ryuki loves him. He loves him so much it’s killing him and he needs this more than he needs to breathe. ]
Why don’t you tell me? How you’re going to fuck me up. How you’re going to ruin me.
[ God, he wishes they were together right now. Just imagining Ryuki's body all lithe and perfect underneath him, squirming with arousal and whining in that cute little voice of his, pleading for his Mr. Date, over and over again. Date thinks he might pass out from how bad he wants it, from how aroused he is. His body doesn't exactly tell the different between flight, fight, or fuck, after all so he's kind of reeling from the intensity of what he feels.
So, if he sounds a bit drunk as he replies to Ryuki, it's truly on his own arousal. ]
I want to kiss you. You know, people don't appreciate a good kiss and how erotic it can be, they want to skip right to the good stuff. But I'd just press you down into the bed and kiss you until you're weak in the knees and squirming underneath me. I'd kiss you until your mouth was sore and you were a mess. Then, I'd get my mouth on other places too.
[ His own hand isn’t good enough but it has to do. Ryuki imagines his fingers are bigger, thicker, rougher with calluses; he imagines being pushed over a couch or against a wall with Date’s body against his own and it makes him groan a noise that’s almost pornographic down the line. He wonders what it would be like if he could go to Date now - if he’d take his time like he’s whispering or if the high would be too much.
He doesn’t know what he wants more: the pretence of romance or the hard, possessive fuck.
Squeezing himself, tempering the edge, he almost wheezes into the phone. ]
My, uh, my tits, right? You want to touch them so badly, as badly as I wanna touch you too. Would you let me? Your chest, your arms, your thighs, dick, all of it. I want to touch it all.
[ Date lets out a kind of incredulous, overwhelmed laugh in response to Ryuki's words but it's followed quickly by a moan and heavy, heavy breathing as he drags his hand over himself over and over and over again. ]
Yeah, baby, your tits. I want to touch them, to suck on them, to fuck them. I want to touch you all over. And I'll let you touch me too. You like that, huh? The idea of touching my body.
[ He likes that too. Honestly, Ryuki's lust is starting to feed into his lust which is just going right back to Ryuki into some really overwhelming circuit of arousal. He barely knows what to do with himself anymore, when he feels this pent up and this horny. He wants to fight someone. He wants to fuck someone. He can't even think. ]
[ Daydreams coming to life have Ryuki losing his mind a little. Perhaps in a few hours he’ll question if this was some kind of hallucination or delusion that he’s fallen into. He doesn’t want to ask Tama if it was real later, but it feels too genuinely perfect that he’s almost afraid.
Whimpering softly, he bites his lip, forcing himself to speak through his nervous, giddy shyness, his holy grail right there in front of him. ]
Suck them, bite them, fuck them - then come on them. I want to feel that, feel you, everywhere. My tits, my thighs, my… My ass too. It’s all yours for the taking.
[ Two fingers curl inside himself now and he cries out, sharp. ]
I want to feel your chest, your abs, stomach. Want to learn everything that makes you feel good. On my knees for you, your fingers and your cock in my mouth, until you give it to me.
[ At the very least, Date is aware this is reality. He's not concerned at all about this being real or not because he knows it's real and he knows he wants it. Ryuki's always been precious to him, and he's always been attracted to him the same way he thinks Boss is hot or Pewter is hot. That they're all attractive and he'd fuck them if it wouldn't be weird. Uncovering Ryuki's own attraction to Date just opened this gnawing hunger in him that suddenly could not be sated.
His precious rookie. Suddenly, the thought of anyone else fucking Ryuki made him unreasonably angry and so he couldn't bear it. He wanted Ryuki. He wants Ryuki. ]
You've got such a nice ass, Ryuki. You think I haven't noticed? A nice little bubble butt for me. I wanna fuck you so bad, holy crap.
[ He groans then, deep and low, stroking himself harder and gripping the phone tight to his ear. He wants to hear every bit of Ryuki's arousal. ]
God, you're a little submissive, aren't you? You'd do anything I'd say. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. My whole body is yours for the taking.
[ It’s no surprise at all to Ryuki that he’s leaning towards the submissive, even beyond the way he had wanted this in his mind for so long. He’s always been a model student, a good enough member of ABIS, usually following orders and doing what he’s told properly. He’s always wanted to be a good, dedicated person, to carry the mantle that had been stolen from him by death, and if it leans over into his private life…
He can’t be faulted for that.
There’s no way anyone can blame him when Date makes such great sounds down the line at the idea of fucking him, of doing whatever he wants to him. He’s fuelled by the idea of doing whatever Date wants, of baring himself and being touched and held and given all that he could possibly hope for and want. Nothing else seems to matter right now other than finally, finally getting what he wants and coming into his own hand.
It’s filthy, but considering it’s Date with him… That makes sense…]
I’d do anything you ask. I want it so bad. I wanna…
[ He wants to come. He needs it, but he doesn’t want this to end so soon. It’s pathetic, really. Kind of embarrassing but in a hot way. ]
[ God, it's criminal that they're not together right now. Date desperately wants to fuck now, to make good on all these promises of what they're going to do together. He's lucky he was alone at home when Ryuki texted but even then, it sucks that he's gotten this worked up with nothing or no one around to vent it on.
He turns his head, pressing his face into the couch with a loud groan as he fucks into his hand desperately, urgently. He wants to come again but even that's not going to sate this need fully, not when he wants to fuck Ryuki so bad, when he wants to be inside of him. ]
I want to be inside you. Shit. Ryuki, you're not going to leave it like this, right? Can I — let me come over. We're both off duty right now, there's no reason I can't fuck you, right?
[ It's a really dangerous thought - can Date come over? There's no reason he can't, honestly - it's not as if Ryuki lives with anyone, and he could easily take Tama out and leave her on charge so that they could be alone, could drag the older man into his house and take him to one of the two lounges or up to his bedroom, or even a guest room if his own was too personal, and it makes his cock leap with the sudden, burning need to see Date on his sheets.
Yeah, he wants Date here right now. He needs him, even with how close he is to coming just from his voice, the yearning he feels building in him until it's as if he could cry. Forcing himself to breathe, to sit up a little and, with a horrifying, filthy noise pull his fingers out of his own ass, he swallows and bites his lip.
No more hesitation. He doesn't want to wait. ]
Come over. I'll text you my address, and then you can fuck me as soon as you get here.
[ Can Date even drive like this? Things he's wondering. Aiba is off... somewhere with Boss and even if she was here, she would absolutely not be assisting Date in his attempt to ruin Ryuki's hole. She would probably send an electric shock through him in order to calm him down and neutralize him for a few hours. But no! He's going to drive himself! And he's going to fuck Ryuki. It'll be great. ]
I'll be there soon.
[ That's all he says, rather breathless, because he can't hold on any longer. If he stays on the phone, he's going to keep jerking off until his hand is sore. He needs to calm down, will his boner down and clean himself up so he can go fuck Ryuki.
So, he hangs up, little fanfare there. And pushes off the couch to the sink so he can clean himself up. Erection tucked away, pants buttoned, he looks... somewhat presentable even if a little disheveled as he goes to get to his car.
He's going to check the text, plug it into the GPS and off he goes. It'll take him about... twenty minutes or so to get there from his apartment near the warehouse district to Ryuki's fancy house in the rich part of Tokyo. But once he's there, he's pulling into Ryuki's driveway and kind of. Marveling. At his house.
Ryuki lives here?
He's going to tighten the tie in his hair for now and then climb out of the car to head to the door, ringing the doorbell. ]
[ Ryuki enters a state that he can only describe as panicked desperation.
Throwing on some loose sweats (because his dick is still rock hard, thanks) and forgoing a shirt, he runs around his room to get things a little tidier, shoving things into boxes and hiding them in the closet, grabbing a towel just in case, there's already lube in the side table, they don't - there's no need for condoms, right? Date said he wanted to fuck him raw, and just the idea of it has Ryuki weak in the knees and ready to collapse.
It's mortifying, how weak he is for Kaname Date. It makes him want to shrivel, but there's no hiding it now.
Even if Date thinks it's all just physical, that's fine with him. Sex with nothing is better than nothing at all, and Ryuki rushes to one of the kitchens (the other is a smaller, parlour style room, it doesn't really count but his dad had liked it) to get some water and throw it onto his bed before he hears the doorbell ring, and suddenly it's all so super real.
Taking a deep breath, counting back from five and willing his cock to behave, he opens the door and peers around it, eyes wide and cheeks red. ]
[ It's a little too real the moment Ryuki opens the door and he sees him on the other side, bright eyed and flushed, so eager and — not wearing a shirt. Date has seen him shirtless, of course, but now it's a little too real and making him feel ...
Oh, he really thought his boner went down. Agh, that's a little difficult. Date breathes out a little heavily from his nose and his hands clench in his gloves before he steps across the threshold and ... controls himself. Controls himself as he closes the door behind him, as he toes off his shoes in the genkan, as he steps in close to Ryuki afterwards. ]
Ryuki, I —
[ He cuts himself off, shaking his head because he is so fucking horny right now that there's nothing for him to say. He wants to devour Ryuki. And he's trying really hard to do this appropriately but with Ryuki in front of him, just in those sweats, looking so...
Date is going to peel his gloves off with his teeth then, dropping them to the floor and steps forward to take Ryuki's face in his hands before he bends down to kiss him. ]
[ Staring at Date makes him feel like his entire body is under scrutiny, even when they both only have one eye now. His attention is focused on the other man, gaze flicking over his face and drowning in him, wanting nothing more than to throw himself into his arms and not let go. After all this time, he's finally getting something he wanted, finally being allowed the thing he had dreamed about, and it makes him feel so hazy and unsure.
Opening his mouth, he goes to reply, as if there are any words that would actually work, anything that would tumble out of his lips and make sense right now. Collecting himself, he takes a deep breath, tilting his head up to try and be strong, and determined, because he is, he's proven himself before, hasn't he? ]
Mr. Date -
[ Words are gone as soon as Date's mouth is against his own, fingers on his face, holding him as he's kissed. The sharp noise he makes is one of delighted surprise, his eyes widening into something filled with shock and awe before he collapses into the other man, gripping at his arms and digging his nails in, anchoring himself so completely. There's no way to deny how hungry he is when he's pressing back, taking and taking.
He wants more. He wants so much more.
Pausing, he breathes out a noise, pitched and embarrassing. ]
[ Oh, that feels fantastic. The kiss is perfect, amazing, intoxicating, and has Date feeling drunker than an all-nighter at Marble with the porno mag trio. He's gripping Ryuki so tightly, so desperately that he can't get enough. His entire body is firing on all cylinders, feeling desperately aware of everything with how aroused he is and —
God, this is the first time he's had sex in years. This is going to be so pathetic and disgusting.
As Ryuki grips him, Date's hands drop from his face and he'll break their kiss to grab Ryuki by the thighs, lifting him up with a surprising amount of (porno mag power) strength. When he gets Ryuki's legs around his waist, he's going to press a few more kisses to his jaw, before nuzzling at him and asking — ]
Where's your bedroom? Let's go.
[ And he will immediately start to follow Ryuki's instructions to get to the bedroom. ]
[ The sound he makes when he's lifted into Date's arms is definitely not closer to a girlish squeak than a masculine sound of surprise, no matter what anyone else says, and he is immediately lifting his arms to wrap around the other man's neck and hold on for dear life. Ryuki's not exactly muscular, but he's not tiny either, so he's hit by the sudden realisation that he's activated the porno superpowers, and that should absolutely not be as alarmingly hot as it actually is.
Even him, obsessed as he is, knows that he absolutely cannot let Date know just how into it he is.
Turning his neck, he nuzzles into the shape of the other man's jaw as he gives him directions, voice mumbled against his skin as he wiggles, just a little, cock hard and pressing into Date. ]
Up the stairs, third on the left. It's the one that's open.
[ The other doors lead to guest rooms or bathrooms, and they don't need to worry about that right now. ]
[ It's going to take a while to get to the bedroom. Not because of Date being unable to carry Ryuki there but because he keeps stopping to press Ryuki against the walls and kiss him stupid for a bit until he gathers his bearings and continues on their path. It's hard, when he feels Ryuki's arousal pressed against his abdomen and his warm skin so close to his own. Even Ryuki's gentle nuzzling is turning him on and fuck, he's so hard in his pants right now it's unbearable.
He gets them up the stairs, pressing Ryuki against the wall again at the top of the stairs and kissing him a little desperately. Licking into his mouth, he groans against him and he's honestly so dizzy with arousal that it's remarkable he hasn't dropped Ryuki either. He really is caught between fight, flight, or fuck right now, just like he's described before. And all his sense are pointed directly at fuck.
He'll eventually pull away to get them to Ryuki's bedroom, not taking too much time to look around the place before he drops Ryuki onto the bed and stands before him, starting to unclasp his jacket and remove his layers. Stupid god damn clothes, too many god damn layers, he wants to be naked now. ]
Fucking clothes—
[ Grumbled under his breath as he hurries to strip down. ]
[ Ryuki is painfully glad he didn't bother with more clothes as soon as they're in the bedroom, scrambling up to stare at Date as he begins to strip down. He's rarely been able to see him without layers of clothing on, as if making a barrier between himself and the rest of the world, and his desperate need to see this man naked is overpowering him to the point of feeling faint.
He can see the shape of his cock through his trousers, can see flashes of skin between fumbling attempts to strip, and...
Is this how it feels to look at half-naked women in those magazines? He'd never been interested before now, but if they were half-naked pictures of Date then maybe he'd be more interested in what they have to offer. It might unlock his own superpower, because he thinks he'd do anything to sear that image into his memory.
Idly, he thinks about how he wants Date to take his sweats off, wants to feel those big hands on him, so he pushes himself up a little, kneeling on the bed with his legs wide enough to let his dick have breathing space before he reaches out to help, to tug at buttons and layers to get them off, mostly because he wants to shove his face into Date's tits and forget the world.
[ It's not that Date tries to hide his body. His body is his, hard earned and well worn, so he doesn't mind showing it off here and there either because he's also well aware of how attractive he is. Even if it's not exactly his original body that people find attractive — but then again, there's the hard earned part. Saito wasted his looks and now they belong to Date, this is what people know him as, this is how he knows himself as, there's no argument to be had. This is him.
So, the way Ryuki looks at him, just as desperate for him as he is for Ryuki, it's satisfying. He wants to touch him all over, to open him up and sink his cock into him and fuck him until they both fall apart. He knows this is going to last hours, well into the night, before either of them are sated and that's so satisfying. It's been so long since he's been this desperate for someone — and received that same enthusiasm in return.
Eventually, his jacket, vest, and turtleneck are off, tossed to the floor and leaving him only in his pants. From there, he breathes out a sigh of relief before dropping his hands to start unbuttoning his pants so he can start getting that off as well. Fingers hooked into the front of his pants so he can pull them down with his underwear, kicking them off with his socks and leaving himself standing there, nude, in front of Ryuki. ]
C'mere —
[ And he's reaching forward then to slide his hands over Ryuki's sides, sliding over his ass and kneading it through his sweats while he leans in to kiss Ryuki again. ]
[ There's no way he minds having hands all over him and that hot, naked body against his own, but he wanted so badly to reach out and touch Date's dick that he almost feels disappointed at being denied the chance to do it. He did say that the other man could fuck him right away, to be fair, and he's not going to take that back any time soon, but he also desperately wants nothing more than to finally explore in the way he had dreamed about and been bullied about for months.
Tama knows too much, and must be silenced. Somehow.
Date is so big, and handsome, and his dick is great, and Ryuki wants nothing more than to choke on it or ride it until he dies. He's not sure which one he wants first. ]
Yeah, right, okay.
[ Pushing himself up, trying to meet the other man's mouth, he surges up to grab at him and hold on tight as he chases the taste of his tongue and moans. ]
[ Just like that, Date wraps his arms around Ryuki's waist in a tight hold and pulls him against his chest. As Ryuki holds him tight in return, Date tips his head up the scant few inches Ryuki has over him at the moment and kisses him back with eager, hungry swipes of his tongue. They're kissing now, nearly desperate with it, and Date finally feels the hungry gnawing in his chest abate even a little bit. It just took finally being able to come here and sate this need to get there.
Now, he doesn't have to think about Ryuki being too far from him or having to control himself or keep himself in check or anything. Mizuki is not going to worry about him not coming home tonight, because Aiba will probably let her know where he is, because Tama is definitely going to rat them out to Aiba. There is a low chance of him being able to keep his tryst with Ryuki secret but that's fine, because he's not planning on letting his junior go anytime soon.
As their kiss breaks, with the need to breathe there, Date presses more kisses across Ryuki's jaw, down his throat, nuzzling at his skin and breathing him in. He smells like his fancy body wash and something that is purely Ryuki and it's just. So good. He's always thought he smelled good but having him like this is even better. ]
[ It hits him again, the strange, fuzzy feeling of this being some kind of dream, that he's imagining all of this and he'll wake up with Tama bullying him or with his boxers damp from coming during the night, like some kind of teenager unable to control himself. It wouldn't be the first time his mind had played tricks on him, and grounding himself in reality takes a moment as he tilts his head back and moans, counting the things he can see, hear, smell...
It's real, it's all so real, and the rush of adrenaline he feels at the reminder has his eyes flickering and his fingers catching on Date's skin, squeezing at him and begging for more, wanting more. The desperation he feels is cloying, making the room feel too hot, and his dick is so hard it's aching, begging for someone to touch him and make him feel good. He's not going to be like Date, won't be able to come over and over again, but that's fine, too - he doesn't need to come to please this man.
Ryuki has hands, and a mouth, and an ass, and thighs and tits and anything else Date might want or need, and he'll use them all to run this man dry, to sate him, because no one else can do it. No one else can handle him with the same level of insane dedication and painful, desperate need for more.
Wigglig his hips, he tugs, pulling Date with him, to get him on the bed and on top of him, so he can rock up and grind their dicks together until he's crying from it. ]
[ Ryuki truly makes him feel so good. Just that wonderful sensation of fuzzy warmth and deep affection that he feels from him. People like Date, generally speaking, but he hasn't had those wonderful dizzying emotions that comes with mutual attraction and lust and affection in such a long time. He knows there's a spark there with Hitomi and he could've followed it but there's always been hesitation in him to do so and so...
And so he is here with Ryuki instead. Where there is hesitancy with Hitomi, there is none with Ryuki. He wants to dive headlong into this sensation and swallow it down until his entire body feels full and sated. As Ryuki drags him back, tips back over to fall onto the bed with Date following him down, Date breathes in sharply but lands on Ryuki, getting tangled with him the process. Ryuki's only in his sweats now, and Date is naked, so Date drops his hands to the waistband of Ryuki's sweats and starts pulling them down.
At the same time, he presses kisses and nips across Ryuki's throat and collarbone, chasing this high. He gets Ryuki's sweatpants down to his ankles and pulls them off, leaving the younger man naked underneath him. His legs tangle with him together and he reaches down between them, taking Ryuki's cock in hand and lining it up with his own so they can grind together. It drags a moan from him, deep from his throat, as he lifts his head to kiss Ryuki again. ]
[ It's not enough, but it's too much at the same time, only part of what Ryuki needs so desperately. When he had seen the picture of Date's dick before he had realised that it was big, obviously, he had been in awe of it and wanted it in his mouth right away, but feeling it against his own? That rock of their dicks together, a hand keeping them close as they rock and grind, seeking the high of pleasure while he's being kissed and held?
There had been dating in the past, sure, but no one had ever made him feel like this. No one had ever drawn that desperation out of him, made him want to leap into their arms and cling for dear life, made him want to confess the depth of his love and adoration until it was all out like a tidal wave of genuine and real emotion. No one has ever made him feel the way that Date has made him feel, and he practically whimpers, little sharp noises that burst from his tongue, out of control as he chases it.
His own hips are unsteady, a little unpracticed, but he strokes his fingers through Date's hair and kisses him, wanting to make his mark. If he can show Date just how good he can be, earn more of that praise and that sweet relief... It'll be enough.
Leaning back, he presses a softer, chase kiss to Date's mouth, their noses brushing, intimate and sweet, before he breathes out and swallows. ]
[ It's almost enough, to be like this with Ryuki. Almost soothing that itch in him to devour the other man and to just sink into the deepest recesses of pleasure with him. He wants to hold him, to caress him, to fuck him so deeply and achingly that they both shudder with overwhelming emotion. He knows he'll need to prep Ryuki for his cock and he's just giving it a moment to chase a bit of a high first before he gets to work.
But then there's Ryuki's voice, asking him if he's going to fuck him, and Date shivers with arousal again. Fuck. Yes, of course he's going to. He noses back at Ryuki, brushing his lips against him and nodding his head. With the way Ryuki is brushing fingers through his hair, it'll be easy for the tie to come loose as well, white blond hair falling around his face and brushing against Ryuki's as he pulls back just enough to look at him. ]
Yeah, I do.
[ He needs to. He needs to so, so badly. ]
Where's your lube? I'll prep you.
[ He doesn't know yet that Ryuki was already fingering himself earlier. ]
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Yeah...! Shit, fuck. Yeah, you were made for me. My little junior. You have no idea what I want to do to you, how I want to fuck you up. Nngh—
[ And he makes a choked out noise then as he absolutely does come in his hand right now but. Remember. No refractory period so he just keeps stroking himself, using his own come as lube now to slide over his stiffening cock. ]
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[ The sound he makes, his moaning, the wet noise of Date’s fingers around his cock, the way it’s in his ear as if it was happening right next to him - it’s too much, Ryuki’s stomach in knots. He’d do anything for this man, anything at all, and only part of it is because of his sickening need to repay him for everything. The majority of it is the depth of his love and attraction, the knowledge that what he’s wanted for years is right there in front of him.
Date keeps going. He keeps going and Ryuki finds himself obsessed with the idea of being fucked, touched, used until Date is done and his body is messy and weak and completely blissed out.
Ryuki loves him. He loves him so much it’s killing him and he needs this more than he needs to breathe. ]
Why don’t you tell me? How you’re going to fuck me up. How you’re going to ruin me.
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So, if he sounds a bit drunk as he replies to Ryuki, it's truly on his own arousal. ]
I want to kiss you. You know, people don't appreciate a good kiss and how erotic it can be, they want to skip right to the good stuff. But I'd just press you down into the bed and kiss you until you're weak in the knees and squirming underneath me. I'd kiss you until your mouth was sore and you were a mess. Then, I'd get my mouth on other places too.
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He doesn’t know what he wants more: the pretence of romance or the hard, possessive fuck.
Squeezing himself, tempering the edge, he almost wheezes into the phone. ]
My, uh, my tits, right? You want to touch them so badly, as badly as I wanna touch you too. Would you let me? Your chest, your arms, your thighs, dick, all of it. I want to touch it all.
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Yeah, baby, your tits. I want to touch them, to suck on them, to fuck them. I want to touch you all over. And I'll let you touch me too. You like that, huh? The idea of touching my body.
[ He likes that too. Honestly, Ryuki's lust is starting to feed into his lust which is just going right back to Ryuki into some really overwhelming circuit of arousal. He barely knows what to do with himself anymore, when he feels this pent up and this horny. He wants to fight someone. He wants to fuck someone. He can't even think. ]
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Whimpering softly, he bites his lip, forcing himself to speak through his nervous, giddy shyness, his holy grail right there in front of him. ]
Suck them, bite them, fuck them - then come on them. I want to feel that, feel you, everywhere. My tits, my thighs, my… My ass too. It’s all yours for the taking.
[ Two fingers curl inside himself now and he cries out, sharp. ]
I want to feel your chest, your abs, stomach. Want to learn everything that makes you feel good. On my knees for you, your fingers and your cock in my mouth, until you give it to me.
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His precious rookie. Suddenly, the thought of anyone else fucking Ryuki made him unreasonably angry and so he couldn't bear it. He wanted Ryuki. He wants Ryuki. ]
You've got such a nice ass, Ryuki. You think I haven't noticed? A nice little bubble butt for me. I wanna fuck you so bad, holy crap.
[ He groans then, deep and low, stroking himself harder and gripping the phone tight to his ear. He wants to hear every bit of Ryuki's arousal. ]
God, you're a little submissive, aren't you? You'd do anything I'd say. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. My whole body is yours for the taking.
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He can’t be faulted for that.
There’s no way anyone can blame him when Date makes such great sounds down the line at the idea of fucking him, of doing whatever he wants to him. He’s fuelled by the idea of doing whatever Date wants, of baring himself and being touched and held and given all that he could possibly hope for and want. Nothing else seems to matter right now other than finally, finally getting what he wants and coming into his own hand.
It’s filthy, but considering it’s Date with him… That makes sense…]
I’d do anything you ask. I want it so bad. I wanna…
[ He wants to come. He needs it, but he doesn’t want this to end so soon. It’s pathetic, really. Kind of embarrassing but in a hot way. ]
I want to feel you inside me.
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He turns his head, pressing his face into the couch with a loud groan as he fucks into his hand desperately, urgently. He wants to come again but even that's not going to sate this need fully, not when he wants to fuck Ryuki so bad, when he wants to be inside of him. ]
I want to be inside you. Shit. Ryuki, you're not going to leave it like this, right? Can I — let me come over. We're both off duty right now, there's no reason I can't fuck you, right?
[ Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease ]
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Yeah, he wants Date here right now. He needs him, even with how close he is to coming just from his voice, the yearning he feels building in him until it's as if he could cry. Forcing himself to breathe, to sit up a little and, with a horrifying, filthy noise pull his fingers out of his own ass, he swallows and bites his lip.
No more hesitation. He doesn't want to wait. ]
Come over. I'll text you my address, and then you can fuck me as soon as you get here.
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I'll be there soon.
[ That's all he says, rather breathless, because he can't hold on any longer. If he stays on the phone, he's going to keep jerking off until his hand is sore. He needs to calm down, will his boner down and clean himself up so he can go fuck Ryuki.
So, he hangs up, little fanfare there. And pushes off the couch to the sink so he can clean himself up. Erection tucked away, pants buttoned, he looks... somewhat presentable even if a little disheveled as he goes to get to his car.
He's going to check the text, plug it into the GPS and off he goes. It'll take him about... twenty minutes or so to get there from his apartment near the warehouse district to Ryuki's fancy house in the rich part of Tokyo. But once he's there, he's pulling into Ryuki's driveway and kind of. Marveling. At his house.
Ryuki lives here?
He's going to tighten the tie in his hair for now and then climb out of the car to head to the door, ringing the doorbell. ]
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Throwing on some loose sweats (because his dick is still rock hard, thanks) and forgoing a shirt, he runs around his room to get things a little tidier, shoving things into boxes and hiding them in the closet, grabbing a towel just in case, there's already lube in the side table, they don't - there's no need for condoms, right? Date said he wanted to fuck him raw, and just the idea of it has Ryuki weak in the knees and ready to collapse.
It's mortifying, how weak he is for Kaname Date. It makes him want to shrivel, but there's no hiding it now.
Even if Date thinks it's all just physical, that's fine with him. Sex with nothing is better than nothing at all, and Ryuki rushes to one of the kitchens (the other is a smaller, parlour style room, it doesn't really count but his dad had liked it) to get some water and throw it onto his bed before he hears the doorbell ring, and suddenly it's all so super real.
Taking a deep breath, counting back from five and willing his cock to behave, he opens the door and peers around it, eyes wide and cheeks red. ]
Mr. Date! Come - come inside. Please.
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Oh, he really thought his boner went down. Agh, that's a little difficult. Date breathes out a little heavily from his nose and his hands clench in his gloves before he steps across the threshold and ... controls himself. Controls himself as he closes the door behind him, as he toes off his shoes in the genkan, as he steps in close to Ryuki afterwards. ]
Ryuki, I —
[ He cuts himself off, shaking his head because he is so fucking horny right now that there's nothing for him to say. He wants to devour Ryuki. And he's trying really hard to do this appropriately but with Ryuki in front of him, just in those sweats, looking so...
Date is going to peel his gloves off with his teeth then, dropping them to the floor and steps forward to take Ryuki's face in his hands before he bends down to kiss him. ]
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Opening his mouth, he goes to reply, as if there are any words that would actually work, anything that would tumble out of his lips and make sense right now. Collecting himself, he takes a deep breath, tilting his head up to try and be strong, and determined, because he is, he's proven himself before, hasn't he? ]
Mr. Date -
[ Words are gone as soon as Date's mouth is against his own, fingers on his face, holding him as he's kissed. The sharp noise he makes is one of delighted surprise, his eyes widening into something filled with shock and awe before he collapses into the other man, gripping at his arms and digging his nails in, anchoring himself so completely. There's no way to deny how hungry he is when he's pressing back, taking and taking.
He wants more. He wants so much more.
Pausing, he breathes out a noise, pitched and embarrassing. ]
Bedroom, this way...?
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God, this is the first time he's had sex in years. This is going to be so pathetic and disgusting.
As Ryuki grips him, Date's hands drop from his face and he'll break their kiss to grab Ryuki by the thighs, lifting him up with a surprising amount of (porno mag power) strength. When he gets Ryuki's legs around his waist, he's going to press a few more kisses to his jaw, before nuzzling at him and asking — ]
Where's your bedroom? Let's go.
[ And he will immediately start to follow Ryuki's instructions to get to the bedroom. ]
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Even him, obsessed as he is, knows that he absolutely cannot let Date know just how into it he is.
Turning his neck, he nuzzles into the shape of the other man's jaw as he gives him directions, voice mumbled against his skin as he wiggles, just a little, cock hard and pressing into Date. ]
Up the stairs, third on the left. It's the one that's open.
[ The other doors lead to guest rooms or bathrooms, and they don't need to worry about that right now. ]
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He gets them up the stairs, pressing Ryuki against the wall again at the top of the stairs and kissing him a little desperately. Licking into his mouth, he groans against him and he's honestly so dizzy with arousal that it's remarkable he hasn't dropped Ryuki either. He really is caught between fight, flight, or fuck right now, just like he's described before. And all his sense are pointed directly at fuck.
He'll eventually pull away to get them to Ryuki's bedroom, not taking too much time to look around the place before he drops Ryuki onto the bed and stands before him, starting to unclasp his jacket and remove his layers. Stupid god damn clothes, too many god damn layers, he wants to be naked now. ]
Fucking clothes—
[ Grumbled under his breath as he hurries to strip down. ]
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He can see the shape of his cock through his trousers, can see flashes of skin between fumbling attempts to strip, and...
Is this how it feels to look at half-naked women in those magazines? He'd never been interested before now, but if they were half-naked pictures of Date then maybe he'd be more interested in what they have to offer. It might unlock his own superpower, because he thinks he'd do anything to sear that image into his memory.
Idly, he thinks about how he wants Date to take his sweats off, wants to feel those big hands on him, so he pushes himself up a little, kneeling on the bed with his legs wide enough to let his dick have breathing space before he reaches out to help, to tug at buttons and layers to get them off, mostly because he wants to shove his face into Date's tits and forget the world.
Anyway. ]
There, almost...
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So, the way Ryuki looks at him, just as desperate for him as he is for Ryuki, it's satisfying. He wants to touch him all over, to open him up and sink his cock into him and fuck him until they both fall apart. He knows this is going to last hours, well into the night, before either of them are sated and that's so satisfying. It's been so long since he's been this desperate for someone — and received that same enthusiasm in return.
Eventually, his jacket, vest, and turtleneck are off, tossed to the floor and leaving him only in his pants. From there, he breathes out a sigh of relief before dropping his hands to start unbuttoning his pants so he can start getting that off as well. Fingers hooked into the front of his pants so he can pull them down with his underwear, kicking them off with his socks and leaving himself standing there, nude, in front of Ryuki. ]
C'mere —
[ And he's reaching forward then to slide his hands over Ryuki's sides, sliding over his ass and kneading it through his sweats while he leans in to kiss Ryuki again. ]
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[ There's no way he minds having hands all over him and that hot, naked body against his own, but he wanted so badly to reach out and touch Date's dick that he almost feels disappointed at being denied the chance to do it. He did say that the other man could fuck him right away, to be fair, and he's not going to take that back any time soon, but he also desperately wants nothing more than to finally explore in the way he had dreamed about and been bullied about for months.
Tama knows too much, and must be silenced. Somehow.
Date is so big, and handsome, and his dick is great, and Ryuki wants nothing more than to choke on it or ride it until he dies. He's not sure which one he wants first. ]
Yeah, right, okay.
[ Pushing himself up, trying to meet the other man's mouth, he surges up to grab at him and hold on tight as he chases the taste of his tongue and moans. ]
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Now, he doesn't have to think about Ryuki being too far from him or having to control himself or keep himself in check or anything. Mizuki is not going to worry about him not coming home tonight, because Aiba will probably let her know where he is, because Tama is definitely going to rat them out to Aiba. There is a low chance of him being able to keep his tryst with Ryuki secret but that's fine, because he's not planning on letting his junior go anytime soon.
As their kiss breaks, with the need to breathe there, Date presses more kisses across Ryuki's jaw, down his throat, nuzzling at his skin and breathing him in. He smells like his fancy body wash and something that is purely Ryuki and it's just. So good. He's always thought he smelled good but having him like this is even better. ]
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It's real, it's all so real, and the rush of adrenaline he feels at the reminder has his eyes flickering and his fingers catching on Date's skin, squeezing at him and begging for more, wanting more. The desperation he feels is cloying, making the room feel too hot, and his dick is so hard it's aching, begging for someone to touch him and make him feel good. He's not going to be like Date, won't be able to come over and over again, but that's fine, too - he doesn't need to come to please this man.
Ryuki has hands, and a mouth, and an ass, and thighs and tits and anything else Date might want or need, and he'll use them all to run this man dry, to sate him, because no one else can do it. No one else can handle him with the same level of insane dedication and painful, desperate need for more.
Wigglig his hips, he tugs, pulling Date with him, to get him on the bed and on top of him, so he can rock up and grind their dicks together until he's crying from it. ]
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And so he is here with Ryuki instead. Where there is hesitancy with Hitomi, there is none with Ryuki. He wants to dive headlong into this sensation and swallow it down until his entire body feels full and sated. As Ryuki drags him back, tips back over to fall onto the bed with Date following him down, Date breathes in sharply but lands on Ryuki, getting tangled with him the process. Ryuki's only in his sweats now, and Date is naked, so Date drops his hands to the waistband of Ryuki's sweats and starts pulling them down.
At the same time, he presses kisses and nips across Ryuki's throat and collarbone, chasing this high. He gets Ryuki's sweatpants down to his ankles and pulls them off, leaving the younger man naked underneath him. His legs tangle with him together and he reaches down between them, taking Ryuki's cock in hand and lining it up with his own so they can grind together. It drags a moan from him, deep from his throat, as he lifts his head to kiss Ryuki again. ]
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There had been dating in the past, sure, but no one had ever made him feel like this. No one had ever drawn that desperation out of him, made him want to leap into their arms and cling for dear life, made him want to confess the depth of his love and adoration until it was all out like a tidal wave of genuine and real emotion. No one has ever made him feel the way that Date has made him feel, and he practically whimpers, little sharp noises that burst from his tongue, out of control as he chases it.
His own hips are unsteady, a little unpracticed, but he strokes his fingers through Date's hair and kisses him, wanting to make his mark. If he can show Date just how good he can be, earn more of that praise and that sweet relief... It'll be enough.
Leaning back, he presses a softer, chase kiss to Date's mouth, their noses brushing, intimate and sweet, before he breathes out and swallows. ]
I thought you wanted to fuck me.
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But then there's Ryuki's voice, asking him if he's going to fuck him, and Date shivers with arousal again. Fuck. Yes, of course he's going to. He noses back at Ryuki, brushing his lips against him and nodding his head. With the way Ryuki is brushing fingers through his hair, it'll be easy for the tie to come loose as well, white blond hair falling around his face and brushing against Ryuki's as he pulls back just enough to look at him. ]
Yeah, I do.
[ He needs to. He needs to so, so badly. ]
Where's your lube? I'll prep you.
[ He doesn't know yet that Ryuki was already fingering himself earlier. ]
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