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[personal profile] kuruhito 2025-08-25 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ The kiss is good, really good, and Ryuki lets himself enjoy it for a little bit longer as his thoughts come back to himself, and he feels as if he's back from being underwater, like sinking into a hot bath. It'd not dissimilar to the calm of Tama helping him out through one of his panic attacks or settling his mind after something has gone wrong, but it feels a little easier with Date, given - well.

All of it.

Still pliant and a little flustered, he smiles at Date as he tilts his head, his single eye watching him. He wonders how obvious it is that he's devoted, how clear it is that his heart is in Date's hands, or if only having one eye masks the depth of his feelings better than two might. It's not important right now, but at least he can tuck the thought away for later. Maybe he can practice in the mirror or something, hiding his thoughts and pretending he isn't feeling things... Could be useful. ]


I'll lead the way to the kitchen.

[ Slowly, biting his lip at the shift of the plug still inside him, Ryuki gets out of the bed. He should wear something, even if there's no one else around in his too big house filled with grief and memories, but he hesitates at the pile of clothes on the floor. Date's shirt is right there, and he bets it'll cover him, too big and kind of perfect, smelling like him and a little soft...

Turning back to Date, he smiles and offers his hand, resisting the urge to cover himself with the free arm. ]


Let's go.
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[personal profile] kuruhito 2025-08-25 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ How does Date do all this stuff without getting even a little embarrassed?

Ryuki is mortified by the idea of turning around and kissing him, staggered by the notion of leaning down to touch the other man, to run fingers through his hair, to touch him all over. Even when they’d literally been fucking only a few hours ago he still feels anxious and shy, as if one wrong move might end this and Date will leave him, drive off into the night all satisfied and happy and leaving Ryuki to dwell.

It’s impossible for him to imagine giving in to the easy affection he yearns for, to take and take as if he deserves it, because he truly feels as if he doesn’t. Date doesn’t seem to think twice or second guess, doesn’t seem to question anything he does, confident and proud and satisfied, and Ryuki… He struggles to buy groceries sometimes.

Fingers link with his own all the same, and his eye widens, heart stuttering in his throat before he nods. ]


Yeah.

[ I love you.

The walk to the kitchen is quick enough, a wide open space with a floating breakfast bar in the middle and an American style fridge that Ryuki tugs Date over, his hand squeezing his fingers gently. Inside are various boxes of premade bento, some snacks, bottles of iced coffee and ramune hidden behind the water, and a random assortment of snacks that need to be kept cool.

He rubs the back of his head with his free hand. ]


Uh… Help yourself.
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[personal profile] kuruhito 2025-08-25 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Looking at him feels like looking at the sun.

Ryuki has been alone for a long time. His parents first, then his brother, stolen from him by accidents that haunt him, leaving him alone in a giant house with only his own echoes and heartbeat to keep him company. Sometimes, when he graduated and was starting his work at ABIS, he felt like he was more of a ghost than a person, standing in rooms until too much time had passed, forgetting what he was meant to be doing to the agony of isolation.

It’s why Tama was such a godsend for him, an angel in a strange horny outfit. When he wandered around alone and got morose she’d draw him out, she’d nudge him when he spent too long in one place, she’d remind him of what they were meant to be doing. She knew him and understood him, and she helped to protect him from himself in a way he never knew he needed.

Having Date fill the spaces in this empty house was going to hurt when he left, back onto his car to go home, to find Mizuki and the family he has for himself. He’s vaguely aware of what else is waiting for the other man back in the real world, and he won’t demand more than he already has. He’s already taken too much, greedy hands grasping at the only person he’s ever loved in his entire life.

It’s stupid. It’s so stupid.

Grabbing his own bento, smaller than Date’s, he grabs a bottle of water and chopsticks and begins to eat slowly, picking at the rice and meat as he shivers from the cool air. The fridge hadn’t helped, and it’s night now, so the air has settled into the colder temperatures.

He watches Date out of the corner of his eye, and then… ]


What do you want to do after?
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[personal profile] kuruhito 2025-08-25 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ The heat of Date’s body next to him settles him down and he relaxes, finally eating a little more, his racing heart slowing to a more appropriate pace. It feels oddly domestic despite how weird the situation is: he’s not sure there are that many married couples that have marathon sex and then eat bentos with a plug in their ass. Maybe they are, it’s not like he’d know anything about that.

Carefully, as if afraid Date will bolt like a wild animal, he rests his head on his shoulder.

The quiet is nice. Even when Date replies, he’s able to handle it without going off the wall or blushing so hard he feels faint, nodding his head with a dazed eagerness that’s becoming more and more familiar to him the longer he spends in this man’s company. ]


I’d like to.

[ He can keep going. Ryuki said he’d handle all of Date and he meant it.

Eventually he’s done eating, most of the bento left as he packages it back up and it’s it back in the fridge for the morning. He’d waited until Date was done too, tidying up after him before he grabs his water and hesitates. He wants to hold his hand again, to link their fingers, but he won’t ask for him. Needy, too needy, he has to be made of sterner stuff. So… ]


I’d like you to fuck me again, Mr. Date.
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[personal profile] kuruhito 2025-08-25 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ryuki climbs into his lap without hesitation.

Why would he hesitate when this is what he wants? It’s been long enough now that his body has relaxed and reenergised itself, that he thinks he’ll be able to get hard and come now they’re going to have sex again. It’s been twice already, almost three times, but he’s sure he can do it, confident in his ability to keep up and be good for Date, to bask in bright light of his easy affection.

One of his arms wraps around Date’s neck to anchor himself, the other rests around his waist near his hip, and Ryuki breathes out softly.

Straddling Date like this stretches his legs, obviously, and that makes the plug still inside him feel like a little bit too much and not enough at the same time, especially with the pressure of the coke still in him. It’s going to be messy, but it’s necessary if he’s going to be fucked again.

Leaning up, bold, he kisses Date. ]


I’m ready.
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[personal profile] kuruhito 2025-08-25 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ It’s unfair.

All the kissing is everything he’s wanted, curled into Date and shaking a claim on the taste of him, their tongues brushing as they deepen it, Ryuki ready to memorise the shape of his teeth and so he can fantasise about it later. Even when Date reaches down to pull the plug out of him he tries not to stop kissing him, taking and taking so that he can tuck it into the back of his mind and use it for fantasy fodder later.

Need builds inside him again now, a coil in his stomach that twists and spreads around his body like wildfire. Using the thermal imaging on him now would show him alight from head to toe, his cock getting hard between his legs and his fingers shaking as they stroke through the other man’s hair, feeling the trickle of come released from the barrier of the plug.

He feels so wet, primed for Date to fuck him, maybe needing a little more lube but also maybe not, because the ache of it sounds hot too.

Whatever Date wants. He’ll be good enough.

Tilting into the kiss, he keeps his legs wide, welcoming him, grinding his dick against whatever part of Date he can reach, feeling surrounded. He wants to - he wants to have him again, until he can’t move from how many times he’s come, until he can’t take anymore. ]
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[personal profile] kuruhito 2025-08-25 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Each time Date’s cock catches on the rim of his ass it makes his body jerk, twitching with the almost there pleasure. It’s not good enough to actually push Ryuki closer to coming, but it’s an endless tease, more than enough to inspire the soft, half broken sounds that come from his mouth, hiccuping gasps of want that feel to loud in the otherwise silent household.

It can’t be long until Date is fully hard and filling him again, inch by inch, his instincts taking him over and fuelling that reaction speed and strange surge of energy. It won’t be long until he’s getting fucked again, Ryuki lifting one leg to make it easier, to bare his leaking hole for Date to push into when he’s fully hard and able to take what he wants and needs.

He’s going to have a pretty necklace of bruised by the time they’re done, but he hopes that isn’t it. Ryuki hopes that he’ll be a mess from it all, sweaty and sticky and luxuriating in the come Date is going to give him, painting his face and chest with the obvious signs of his pleasure and the sheer power of orgasm striking them both. He’d swallow it, too, and it’s filthy, the way he wants to be possessed and claimed by him. Mark him, own him, let no one else take him away.

Ryuki belongs here.

Hand curling in Date’s hair again, he breathes out. ]


Cmon… Please…
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[personal profile] kuruhito 2025-08-25 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, he thinks, yeah - this is what he wants, what he needs. Date starting to push inside him without any further prep, the edge of pain to keep him wanting, the ache from already being fucked so rough and hard earlier, it’s amazing. It’s exactly what he needed after the slow, easy pause, getting caught up in his own feelings again in a silly way, brought back down to earth.

He’d been ready to keep holding on to Date and keep stroking fingers through his hair, to map out all the places that made him squirm and tremble and want for more, but his hands are held and pushed up and above his head, pinned with the other man’s strength. He can’t do anything to keep his mind off the rock of Date’s hips, the heat of his skin - trapped as he is, all he can do is stare at the man fucking him.

Handsome. Charming. Funny and stupid and a disaster and a menace and all that Ryuki wants, all he’s ever wanted, soft and kind and giving him so much hope and motivation. Legs lifting to make the angle better and easier, he bites at Date’s mouth, rocks up, chasing the rough fuck of his hips, the intense way he’s battering at all his defences, tearing down the walls protecting his heart.

Love you, love him, love him so much - a mantra in his mind that he keeps quiet.

Ryuki’s mouth is busy kissing Date back anyway, welcoming his tongue and his mouth and the slide of their lips, gently spit-slick and achingly arousing. He moans into the kiss, muffled but obvious, fingers flexing where he’s not able to move them properly. ]
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[personal profile] kuruhito 2025-08-25 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ This position feels far more intimate than anything they’d done before, new and intense and startling Ryuki with it. It’s hard to keep his face turned towards Date, afraid of what he might give away if the other man looks at him too long, afraid he might betray himself somehow with the casual closeness of having the older man right there. It’s like there’s no distance between them at all, and that… It makes his heart ache even as it feels bright and warm at the same time.

It’s different from when he was on his knees, where he felt like more of a vehicle for Date’s pleasure than anything else. With the way he leans in to kiss him, his body stretched and pinned, his heart thudding too loud in a room disturbed by the slap of skin and their soft noises… He could be delusional about it. He could fall into the trap of imagining more from less, and it hurts as much as it feels good, a pressure in his chest that makes him want to scream.

Ryuki moans instead, turning his head to catch Date’s mouth in a kiss, his knees pressing into the other man’s hips before he lifts his legs. He fits so well against Date, wrapping his legs around him properly, loose enough that he can keep thrusting as hard as he likes, bullying him and making him feel good, too good, aching and hurting somewhere inside.

Greedily, he whines softly, chasing Date’s mouth. ]


Ah, then… Kiss me more. Everywhere. Make me scream for you.
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[personal profile] kuruhito 2025-08-25 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a fantasy, one that he shouldn't indulge in but welcomes all the same; this could be a regular thing, the two of them finishing work at the same time and coming home, the house filled with their laughter, Date reading, Ryuki fussing, the walls decorated with photographs rather than stock art. There could be something warm in his life, bringing all those sorrows and pushing them aside, leaving him able to focus on living instead of surviving.

This could be a relationship, he could let himself have it, sharing his heart and his laughter, touching Date's cheek, kissing him gently, saying 'welcome home' and 'I'm back'... Holding hands as they watch a movie, curling around each other at night, no need for a second blanket because their shared body heat keeps them warm... It's a pathetic little desire, sappy and soft and nothing like the roughness they'd had before, but with the way Date is treating him now he can delude himself into believing it.

Each thrust is slower, softer, and Ryuki can't help himself. ]


Mr. Date... I... I love...

[ Wait, no.

He shudders, rolling his hips a little, and rock down as he's kissed, whimpering, mumbling into it. ]


Love how you fuck me, s'good.

[ Saved. ]
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[personal profile] kuruhito 2025-08-25 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's no way he can say it.

The truth is that Ryuki does feel it. He does love Date; he loves the way he supports and motivates him, helps him learn, gets along with Tama, loves how he can make stupid jokes and ease the tension, how much fun they have when they hang out or go drinking, how well they work together when it comes to their jobs... It was too easy to fall in love with him, that void inside his heart craving the validation and kindness that Date offered him without any hesitation.

He just cannot say it out loud. He hasn't earned the right to love Date the way he does, and he has so much work to do to get to that point. Ryuki knows he has to become a better officer, a better person, a better partner before he can ever be enough for this man, even if the rest of the world is more than happy to tease and bully Date for all his quirks. It's that lightheartedness, twinned with a real empathy, that makes Ryuki crave him so desperately.

You're all mine now, he says, and tears spring to Ryuki's eye, his breathing hitched before he swallows, trying to get control of himself. It's just the moment, he tells himself, just the intimacy of sex, nothing more. He can't dare to dream. ]


Say it again. [ Mine. Wait, no. ] Baby.
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[personal profile] kuruhito 2025-08-25 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Being alone the way Ryuki was for the last few years has had such a profound impact on him. He knows it from the way Tama goes through his medical records, sometimes, the psychological evaluation he had to have to join ABIS in the first place; long-term trauma from the horrific loss of his brother (crushed, trying to be a hero, trying to be good) and the previous deaths of his parents. Dizzy spells, gaps in his memory (better, these days), and strange moments where he feels out of himself...

He feels less of that around Date. He feels anchored, somehow, in the same way that he does when Tama soothes him and speaks to him. She's his partner, but Date is something of the same vein, something similar, someone that he wants to hold and never let go of. If he lost him, he's not sure he'd be able to take it, not sure how he would cope - for someone else that he loves so desperately to be taken from him, what would he be able to do?

Blinking back his tears, he leans into the older man, stroking his fingers against the back of his neck, the bridging space between his hairline and skin. He holds on and tries not to shatter from how loved he's feeling, unable to believe that it's real. Ryuki grounds himself and leans in, holds on, and lets himself have this, commit it to memory, to not let it fade for even a moment. ]


I- I'm going to...

[ He'll come. He's going to come again for Date, and the pathetic sound he makes is soft and broken. He returns the kiss, and he sighs against Date's mouth. ]

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