[ 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. ]
[ Date likes to think he's pretty good at reading Ryuki. His rookie is an anxious animal who thrives off of praise and needs reassurance more often than not. He's so cute it makes Date want to fall apart sometimes and now that he's his... now that he belongs to Date, Date is more than allowed to indulge in that cuteness, in that reassurance. Despite this, Date hasn't pegged how deep Ryuki's feelings go because part of him can't quite believe it.
Ryuki having that level of deep affection for him? When he's just... Kaname Date, pervert and detective? He doesn't know what to think about that. But for now, he watches as Ryuki climbs off the bed and follows after him, shifting slowly and stretching out now that they're moving positions. He sits at the edge of the bed, stretching his arms above him and cracking his back slightly which is why he's a beat behind Ryuki when he's standing next to the clothes. So, he doesn't catch him looking at the clothes but does see him turn, offer his hand.
Date, of course, takes his hand in both of his hands, lifting it up to press a smattering of kisses to Ryuki's knuckles, grinning at him broadly afterwards as he rests his chin on Ryuki's knuckles while holding his hand up. ]
Good thing you live alone, huh? Last time Mizuki caught me undressed at home she set me on fire.
[ As in, yes, set Date on fire. Himself. Not his clothes. Not his porno mags. Him.
Either way, he drops Ryuki's hand with his to lace their fingers together and will gesture for Ryuki to lead the way, ready to walk hand in hand with him as they go. ]
[ 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. ]
[ It just... doesn't feel like something he should hesitate on. Date's never second guessed himself or felt shame when it comes to feelings of arousal. He doesn't even question it when he pulls out a porno mag to read something before a fight with a bunch of guys. He doesn't hesitate to ask Hitomi to smell her shoes or make a lewd comment to Aiba. So why, when it comes to feelings of affection, of wanting to make Ryuki know how important he is to him, would he hesitate here as well?
Date is honestly a guy who craves commitment. Which is why he hasn't pursued Hitomi properly despite their history. Once he finds someone, he kind of wants that to be ... it. His life is too complicated and filled with too much hardship to let his heart be trampled on by people who don't get him. It's why cabaret clubs are easier, why chasing after a hostess who doesn't want him doesn't phase him.
Then Ryuki expressed his desire and they stumbled into this and — and it feels right. Why was the decision so much easier for him to make than the one with Hitomi? He dwelled for ages over even speaking to Hitomi, let alone asking her out. But with Ryuki, it felt like a switch flipped for him and he knew this is what he wanted. Maybe... that's what he was waiting for...?
A fresh start. A new love. Someone who could really understand him.
He wouldn't do this for a fling though. He expects them to date. Expects it to be complicated as well because of their lives, their careers, but there's something sweet he thinks about the two of them being psyncers by day and coming home to each other at night. Maybe it won't be so bad, to watch Ryuki's career grow on the sidelines, as not just his mentor but his boyfriend as well?
Back to the present though, he feels happy as they walk through the house, as Ryuki leads him to the kitchen. And when Ryuki shows him what's on offer, he does let go of his hand so he can grab a bento and an iced coffee. He'll look around, asking where the chopsticks are before going to grab them and get to work eating the bento as he leans against the counter, nude as can be but perfectly comfortable.
And chidingly, in a bit of a dad kind of way, he insists — ]
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… ]
[ Ryuki is too far from him. That's what he decides as they finally both settle with their bentos and start to eat. So, Date moves closer, much too close, until their shoulders are pressed together and they're lined up against each other, both picking at their bentos at the breakfast bar together. He even turns his head to smear a kiss against Ryuki's temple before going back to his bento.
What does he want to do after? Hm. Well, he knows what the horny brain in him wants and he supposes there's no shame in asking after it. But he's not sure if Ryuki wants to have sex again or if he just wants to spend the rest of the night sleeping or something. He did say he could go as long as Date could go and that he could keep up but could he really? Could he?
After sucking idly on the end of his chopsticks in thought, he just goes for it. ]
I want to fuck you again. But this time with you on your back so I can kiss you. Missionary style.
[ What he really wants and won't reveal until they get there: is that he wants to fuck Ryuki nice and slow and deep and tender. Wants to shower him in affection and see if he can make Ryuki cry with it. He wonders if it's too early in their relationship for that but he's aching for it. Aching to just make tender love to Ryuki in a way that has his gut twisted up with arousal. ]
[ 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… ]
[ If Date's involved, that's just how the domesticity is going to go. A tiger can't change its stripes and Date can't change who he is, he only goes forth boldly and embraces the challenge of being himself. That's all. And when Ryuki does rest his head on his shoulder, the only thing he gets in response is a kiss pressed to his forehead before Date returns to eating.
He finishes his bento all the way, in contrast to Ryuki, but lets Ryuki clean it up for him. He'll crack open the can of iced coffee, drinking half of it down before he turns to Ryuki, who seems to be waiting for him so they can return to his bedroom. Without thinking, he takes Ryuki's hand again, lacing their fingers together with an idle hum. ]
Yeah, that's what I'm going to do.
[ A squeeze to his hand and since he knows the way now, he'll start dragging Ryuki with him back to the bedroom, carrying the can of iced coffee in his other hand as they go. It takes no time for him to get back to Ryuki's bedroom, finishing the iced coffee along the way and setting the empty can down on his bedside table. He'll plop down on the edge of the bed then, patting his lap to encourage Ryuki to come straddle him. He's not hard yet but he has full intention of getting there with Ryuki's mouth on his own. ]
Come, come, let me pull that plug out of you first.
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.
[ Ryuki is so god damn cute. Ahh, it's near infuriating to Date how cute he finds Ryuki, how much he wants him, how right it feels to have him here in his lap and kissing him with his arms wrapped around his waist. He's just so damn perfect and Date wonders if he'll be allowed to say that eventually, to tell Ryuki how perfect he is, and how much Date wants him. Everything's kind of escalated so fast after that initial text conversation and it's like — it's like it was meant to, of course. Like this is what they were feeling underneath it all the whole time.
Which, you know, maybe it was.
So, they'll kiss and Date will kiss Ryuki with eager swipes of his tongue, sucking on Ryuki's and licking into his mouth. At the same time, his hands explore down his back and over his hips before spreading his cheeks, kneading his ass in his palms. Then he slides one of his hands between him to gently tug at the plug, so gently, because he knows it's going to feel strange to not have it in after so long.
The plug comes free eventually and Date sets it to the side, on the bedside table, stretching out to set it there even as they kiss. And then his arms go back to enveloping Ryuki in them, one arm around his shoulder and the other around his waist. Which gives him the perfect leverage to, as they kiss, lift Ryuki up and roll them over in one fell swoop so Ryuki lands with his back on the bed and Date on top of him, Ryuki's legs on either side of him still.
He'll pull off the kiss then, breathing hard and flushed, his hair a wild mess from all they've done tonight. He grins, sharp, down at Ryuki and doesn't say anything — just surges forward to kiss him again. ]
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. ]
[ It's easy to get wound up. The kisses they exchange are so good, so deep, so mind numbingly addictive in a way he can't say he expected. Date groans into the kiss, feeling Ryuki rock up into him and chase his pleasure and the adrenaline begins to pound inside of Date, that telltale sign of arousal as his body alights with it in a way that is a bit abnormal. His heart races, his teeth ache, he feels powerful and heady and dizzy with it all the longer they kiss.
His cock begins to grow erect and he drags his fingernails against the sheets, gripping some of the fabric tight in his hand as his other clutches Ryuki around the middle, holding him tight to his chest. His hips begin to rock down into Ryuki, cock dragging against Ryuki's and then sliding lower, with Date grinding himself against Ryuki's ass, his dick nudged between his cheeks and catching on his hole with every thrust against him.
He's not all the way hard yet, can't fuck Ryuki yet, but he's getting there with the way they're moving together. The way they're kissing. He pulls away from the kiss with a gasp, dropping his head down to kiss a bruising mark into Ryuki's throat, teeth scraping against his skin as he keeps moving against him, so desperate and aching for everything he can get from Ryuki. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Hearing Ryuki's noises when he was so careful about keeping quiet during their first time around fuels Date's desire tenfold. Adrenaline spikes through him at it and he wants so badly to hear more of these sounds, no longer muffled and loud in the quiet of the bedroom. He's breathing hard now, pressing more kisses across Ryuki's skin, his collarbone, biting against him hard to leave a ring of his teeth marks against his skin. And then there's Ryuki, lifting his leg and baring his hole for Date and Date can no longer resist the temptation.
Please, Ryuki begs and Date is nothing if not a benevolent lover.
So, without much fanfare, without much warning, the next time his cock catches on Ryuki's hole, he's going to shove in hard. Fill him up to the brim as he pants heavily against his skin, eye flicking up to watch Ryuki's face as he does it. Once he's inside, he grinds into him, getting him adjusted to his girth again and letting his cock settle into the wet heat of him. He could've used lube but Ryuki was already so wet with the come he's been holding inside of himself and the lube from before, Date didn't want to stop to try and get more.
Fuck yes. God. This feels so good. He groans against Ryuki and captures his mouth again in a desperate kiss. His hands move, finding Ryuki's own hands and pulling them free, from his hair, from his body, so he can slide his fingers between Ryuki's and lace their hands together. Then he lifts them up to pin Ryuki's hands above his head, kissing into him deeply while he begins to fuck him.
Hard, fast, he starts to pound into Ryuki's hole all while shoving his tongue down his throat, needing to taste Ryuki from every angle. ]
[ 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. ]
[ It's a real shame they're both missing their left eyes, Date thinks a little wildly. Because it means he can't make eye contact with Ryuki when he's this close to him, can't stare into his eyes as he fucks him so hard and deep. They'd just be staring at each other's empty eye sockets instead. But he can kiss him, eyes closed and mouth hungry as he licks into Ryuki's mouth and groans against him, chasing his pleasure and swallowing down Ryuki's noises.
His Ryuki, his Ryuki, his Ryuki. That's what he keeps thinking as he fucks into him, as he keeps his arms pinned above his head and kisses him so deeply. His dick is completely hard now, sliding through Ryuki's hole with insistent need, shifting his angle to press against his prostate and grind into him with every thrust. He groans, near helpless with it and pulls off Ryuki's mouth then. He lifts his head back so he can see Ryuki's face with his one eye and just pants heavily as he continues to fuck him.
His voice comes out then, rough and low — ]
I want to hear you. Don't hold back.
[ He wants to hear Ryuki's moans, his noises, his soft cries and sharp gasps. He wants to know and hear everything Ryuki feels and chase after it with deeply held affection. ]
[ 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.
[ Date's doing it though. Date's letting himself imagine a future where he does this with Ryuki every day, every night, where they're committed and together and nothing is going to tear them apart. Date groans softly as he imagines it, nuzzling his face into Ryuki's throat and then pressing kisses across his jaw until he reaches up to touch his lips to Ryuki's. He breathes out heavily against him, just hovering with their lips touching and his eyes closed. ]
You... you got it, baby. I'm gonna make you feel so good.
[ Just low and soothing as he continues to pound into Ryuki. But his thrusts take on a different motion after a bit, fucking Ryuki hard and deep but not as fast. Instead just grinding deep into him and enjoying the sensation of the two of them, together like this. His hands clench Ryuki's hands tighter and he laughs, a little delighted, a little dizzy.
His actions are tender now, his kisses even more affectionate than before. He's shifted gears from fucking Ryuki mercilessly to making sweet, tender love to his rookie as he moves within him. ]
Going to... hah... show you how I feel...
[ And then his lips capture Ryuki's in a deep kiss, warm and solid, affectionate beyond belief. He's showering Ryuki now in his affection and refusing to let up. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Ryuki is so so so sweet underneath him and Date can't fight the hungry, gnawing feeling of how much he wants Ryuki as his own, wants to take care of him and own him and love him eventually. Could he love Ryuki? He wonders this as he slowly fucks him, so deep and so tender, his hands still pinning Ryuki's above his head as he presses kisses across his face and then his mouth.
He's breathing easily against his mouth when Ryuki speaks and for a moment, Date thinks Ryuki is going to tell him he loves him. That would be — that would be insane, right? Even though Date's heart flips in his chest and beats a thousand miles per hour in reaction. He wants to hear it, he wants Ryuki to say it.
But then he doesn't and Date feels a flash of disappointment that he buries down with a kiss to Ryuki's lips. Slow and tender here as well as he licks into Ryuki's mouth and moans a little helplessly against him. Yeah, this is good. This is perfect. He doesn't need Ryuki to say he loves him, that would be far too soon. He just needs Ryuki to be here, with him, gentle and sweet. ]
Good. [ He rubs his nose against Ryuki's and sighs, fond. ] Whenever you want it, baby, you get it. I'm gonna take care of you, alright? You're all mine now.
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. ]
[ Date doesn't have... a person. He has family, he has friends (though no one has filled the void of best friend since Renju was killed), and he likes to think he's a pretty nice guy that people like. But he doesn't have his person. So, maybe there's a part of him that was seeking one out, that was hoping someone would fall into his lap and he could hold them and kiss them and make them his one and only. Maybe his feelings of mentorship over Ryuki made it so easy to swap into something more affectionate and yet still so caretaking.
He finally lets go of Ryuki's hands then, letting him do what he wants with his arms and hands as he wraps his own around Ryuki's body and holds him close. It makes the way they're having sex so much more intimate with how tangled they are together, how deeply Date is fucking him and how tenderly he's holding him. He kisses Ryuki gently, and then pulls back to kiss his nose, his forehead, nuzzling in against him helplessly.
Say it again, Ryuki says. Call him baby. It makes him laugh but he reflects — no one in Ryuki's life is close enough for them to call him such sweet nothings, the same way Date doesn't have anyone either. Perhaps that's what they needed. Each other. ]
Okay. You're mine, alright, baby? I'm going to take care of you and make you feel so good. Don't worry, you'll never be alone again.
[ And then he presses his lips to Ryuki's in another expression of sweet affection. ]
[ 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. ]
[ When Ryuki comes, Date makes a soothing noise of comfort as he slips a hand between them and takes Ryuki's cock in his fingers, stroking it and helping Ryuki ride out his orgasm. He presses kisses to his cheek and leans against him, quietly murmuring into his ear soft praise. Just — ]
You're doing so good, baby. Look at you. So perfect for me. Made for my cock. Oh, sweetheart, I adore you.
[ And in turn, Date's hips pick up a little more speed, aching for a little more action. Over and over, he pumps himself into Ryuki with eager thrusts and breathy sighs. He wants to keep going but he also wants to come and luckily, it doesn't take him long to get there either. With Date's type of arousal, it's nothing for him to tip over the edge and spill into Ryuki again, groaning low and soft as he nuzzles his face into Ryuki's hair and wraps both arms around him again to hold him tight.
He doesn't pull out, of course. Can't bear it. But he does slow down after into slow, idle rocking of his hips against him as they hold each other and stay tangled in this bed together. Date sighs, feeling contentment fill him up and he presses kisses into Ryuki's hair, over and over. ]
[ The praise is explosive in the back of his mind, feeling like all the little synapse in his brain are alight with the fuzzy pleasure, his fingers flexing absently as he burns through his orgasm. Somehow, it feels more intense than the ones he had before despite it being softer and far less rough, like the emotional toll of it is making him feel it all the more intently.
It's more intense because of what Date is saying to him, praise and sweet words sinking into him like an inferno, baby, sweetheart, perfect, adore, making Ryuki shudder, spots of colour behind his eyes and his toes curling, body going lax and limp under Date once more. He's content, though, hazy as he feels, flushed and damp from his tears, mouth dry from openly moaning for so long.
Slowly, he curls into Date as much as he can, pressing his face into his skin and squeezing hold of him tight, not wanting him to move. It's like the weighted blanket that the hospital recommended to him one time for anxiety, anchoring him and making some of the pressure behind his eyes and the strange anxiety dissipate. Sniffling a little, he lifts his head to gaze at Date, his one eye drinking him in and trying to memorise this feeling, this moment, for later. ]
Mr. Date.
[ Turning his head, he kisses him gently. There's nothing more to it than that; it's painfully chaste in comparison to what they were doing before, but he wants it. He wants to show his love, even if he can't say it. ]
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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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Ryuki having that level of deep affection for him? When he's just... Kaname Date, pervert and detective? He doesn't know what to think about that. But for now, he watches as Ryuki climbs off the bed and follows after him, shifting slowly and stretching out now that they're moving positions. He sits at the edge of the bed, stretching his arms above him and cracking his back slightly which is why he's a beat behind Ryuki when he's standing next to the clothes. So, he doesn't catch him looking at the clothes but does see him turn, offer his hand.
Date, of course, takes his hand in both of his hands, lifting it up to press a smattering of kisses to Ryuki's knuckles, grinning at him broadly afterwards as he rests his chin on Ryuki's knuckles while holding his hand up. ]
Good thing you live alone, huh? Last time Mizuki caught me undressed at home she set me on fire.
[ As in, yes, set Date on fire. Himself. Not his clothes. Not his porno mags. Him.
Either way, he drops Ryuki's hand with his to lace their fingers together and will gesture for Ryuki to lead the way, ready to walk hand in hand with him as they go. ]
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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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Date is honestly a guy who craves commitment. Which is why he hasn't pursued Hitomi properly despite their history. Once he finds someone, he kind of wants that to be ... it. His life is too complicated and filled with too much hardship to let his heart be trampled on by people who don't get him. It's why cabaret clubs are easier, why chasing after a hostess who doesn't want him doesn't phase him.
Then Ryuki expressed his desire and they stumbled into this and — and it feels right. Why was the decision so much easier for him to make than the one with Hitomi? He dwelled for ages over even speaking to Hitomi, let alone asking her out. But with Ryuki, it felt like a switch flipped for him and he knew this is what he wanted. Maybe... that's what he was waiting for...?
A fresh start. A new love. Someone who could really understand him.
He wouldn't do this for a fling though. He expects them to date. Expects it to be complicated as well because of their lives, their careers, but there's something sweet he thinks about the two of them being psyncers by day and coming home to each other at night. Maybe it won't be so bad, to watch Ryuki's career grow on the sidelines, as not just his mentor but his boyfriend as well?
Back to the present though, he feels happy as they walk through the house, as Ryuki leads him to the kitchen. And when Ryuki shows him what's on offer, he does let go of his hand so he can grab a bento and an iced coffee. He'll look around, asking where the chopsticks are before going to grab them and get to work eating the bento as he leans against the counter, nude as can be but perfectly comfortable.
And chidingly, in a bit of a dad kind of way, he insists — ]
You eat too, Ryuki.
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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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What does he want to do after? Hm. Well, he knows what the horny brain in him wants and he supposes there's no shame in asking after it. But he's not sure if Ryuki wants to have sex again or if he just wants to spend the rest of the night sleeping or something. He did say he could go as long as Date could go and that he could keep up but could he really? Could he?
After sucking idly on the end of his chopsticks in thought, he just goes for it. ]
I want to fuck you again. But this time with you on your back so I can kiss you. Missionary style.
[ What he really wants and won't reveal until they get there: is that he wants to fuck Ryuki nice and slow and deep and tender. Wants to shower him in affection and see if he can make Ryuki cry with it. He wonders if it's too early in their relationship for that but he's aching for it. Aching to just make tender love to Ryuki in a way that has his gut twisted up with arousal. ]
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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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He finishes his bento all the way, in contrast to Ryuki, but lets Ryuki clean it up for him. He'll crack open the can of iced coffee, drinking half of it down before he turns to Ryuki, who seems to be waiting for him so they can return to his bedroom. Without thinking, he takes Ryuki's hand again, lacing their fingers together with an idle hum. ]
Yeah, that's what I'm going to do.
[ A squeeze to his hand and since he knows the way now, he'll start dragging Ryuki with him back to the bedroom, carrying the can of iced coffee in his other hand as they go. It takes no time for him to get back to Ryuki's bedroom, finishing the iced coffee along the way and setting the empty can down on his bedside table. He'll plop down on the edge of the bed then, patting his lap to encourage Ryuki to come straddle him. He's not hard yet but he has full intention of getting there with Ryuki's mouth on his own. ]
Come, come, let me pull that plug out of you first.
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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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Which, you know, maybe it was.
So, they'll kiss and Date will kiss Ryuki with eager swipes of his tongue, sucking on Ryuki's and licking into his mouth. At the same time, his hands explore down his back and over his hips before spreading his cheeks, kneading his ass in his palms. Then he slides one of his hands between him to gently tug at the plug, so gently, because he knows it's going to feel strange to not have it in after so long.
The plug comes free eventually and Date sets it to the side, on the bedside table, stretching out to set it there even as they kiss. And then his arms go back to enveloping Ryuki in them, one arm around his shoulder and the other around his waist. Which gives him the perfect leverage to, as they kiss, lift Ryuki up and roll them over in one fell swoop so Ryuki lands with his back on the bed and Date on top of him, Ryuki's legs on either side of him still.
He'll pull off the kiss then, breathing hard and flushed, his hair a wild mess from all they've done tonight. He grins, sharp, down at Ryuki and doesn't say anything — just surges forward to kiss him again. ]
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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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His cock begins to grow erect and he drags his fingernails against the sheets, gripping some of the fabric tight in his hand as his other clutches Ryuki around the middle, holding him tight to his chest. His hips begin to rock down into Ryuki, cock dragging against Ryuki's and then sliding lower, with Date grinding himself against Ryuki's ass, his dick nudged between his cheeks and catching on his hole with every thrust against him.
He's not all the way hard yet, can't fuck Ryuki yet, but he's getting there with the way they're moving together. The way they're kissing. He pulls away from the kiss with a gasp, dropping his head down to kiss a bruising mark into Ryuki's throat, teeth scraping against his skin as he keeps moving against him, so desperate and aching for everything he can get from Ryuki. ]
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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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Please, Ryuki begs and Date is nothing if not a benevolent lover.
So, without much fanfare, without much warning, the next time his cock catches on Ryuki's hole, he's going to shove in hard. Fill him up to the brim as he pants heavily against his skin, eye flicking up to watch Ryuki's face as he does it. Once he's inside, he grinds into him, getting him adjusted to his girth again and letting his cock settle into the wet heat of him. He could've used lube but Ryuki was already so wet with the come he's been holding inside of himself and the lube from before, Date didn't want to stop to try and get more.
Fuck yes. God. This feels so good. He groans against Ryuki and captures his mouth again in a desperate kiss. His hands move, finding Ryuki's own hands and pulling them free, from his hair, from his body, so he can slide his fingers between Ryuki's and lace their hands together. Then he lifts them up to pin Ryuki's hands above his head, kissing into him deeply while he begins to fuck him.
Hard, fast, he starts to pound into Ryuki's hole all while shoving his tongue down his throat, needing to taste Ryuki from every angle. ]
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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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His Ryuki, his Ryuki, his Ryuki. That's what he keeps thinking as he fucks into him, as he keeps his arms pinned above his head and kisses him so deeply. His dick is completely hard now, sliding through Ryuki's hole with insistent need, shifting his angle to press against his prostate and grind into him with every thrust. He groans, near helpless with it and pulls off Ryuki's mouth then. He lifts his head back so he can see Ryuki's face with his one eye and just pants heavily as he continues to fuck him.
His voice comes out then, rough and low — ]
I want to hear you. Don't hold back.
[ He wants to hear Ryuki's moans, his noises, his soft cries and sharp gasps. He wants to know and hear everything Ryuki feels and chase after it with deeply held affection. ]
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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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You... you got it, baby. I'm gonna make you feel so good.
[ Just low and soothing as he continues to pound into Ryuki. But his thrusts take on a different motion after a bit, fucking Ryuki hard and deep but not as fast. Instead just grinding deep into him and enjoying the sensation of the two of them, together like this. His hands clench Ryuki's hands tighter and he laughs, a little delighted, a little dizzy.
His actions are tender now, his kisses even more affectionate than before. He's shifted gears from fucking Ryuki mercilessly to making sweet, tender love to his rookie as he moves within him. ]
Going to... hah... show you how I feel...
[ And then his lips capture Ryuki's in a deep kiss, warm and solid, affectionate beyond belief. He's showering Ryuki now in his affection and refusing to let up. ]
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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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He's breathing easily against his mouth when Ryuki speaks and for a moment, Date thinks Ryuki is going to tell him he loves him. That would be — that would be insane, right? Even though Date's heart flips in his chest and beats a thousand miles per hour in reaction. He wants to hear it, he wants Ryuki to say it.
But then he doesn't and Date feels a flash of disappointment that he buries down with a kiss to Ryuki's lips. Slow and tender here as well as he licks into Ryuki's mouth and moans a little helplessly against him. Yeah, this is good. This is perfect. He doesn't need Ryuki to say he loves him, that would be far too soon. He just needs Ryuki to be here, with him, gentle and sweet. ]
Good. [ He rubs his nose against Ryuki's and sighs, fond. ] Whenever you want it, baby, you get it. I'm gonna take care of you, alright? You're all mine now.
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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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He finally lets go of Ryuki's hands then, letting him do what he wants with his arms and hands as he wraps his own around Ryuki's body and holds him close. It makes the way they're having sex so much more intimate with how tangled they are together, how deeply Date is fucking him and how tenderly he's holding him. He kisses Ryuki gently, and then pulls back to kiss his nose, his forehead, nuzzling in against him helplessly.
Say it again, Ryuki says. Call him baby. It makes him laugh but he reflects — no one in Ryuki's life is close enough for them to call him such sweet nothings, the same way Date doesn't have anyone either. Perhaps that's what they needed. Each other. ]
Okay. You're mine, alright, baby? I'm going to take care of you and make you feel so good. Don't worry, you'll never be alone again.
[ And then he presses his lips to Ryuki's in another expression of sweet affection. ]
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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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You're doing so good, baby. Look at you. So perfect for me. Made for my cock. Oh, sweetheart, I adore you.
[ And in turn, Date's hips pick up a little more speed, aching for a little more action. Over and over, he pumps himself into Ryuki with eager thrusts and breathy sighs. He wants to keep going but he also wants to come and luckily, it doesn't take him long to get there either. With Date's type of arousal, it's nothing for him to tip over the edge and spill into Ryuki again, groaning low and soft as he nuzzles his face into Ryuki's hair and wraps both arms around him again to hold him tight.
He doesn't pull out, of course. Can't bear it. But he does slow down after into slow, idle rocking of his hips against him as they hold each other and stay tangled in this bed together. Date sighs, feeling contentment fill him up and he presses kisses into Ryuki's hair, over and over. ]
My baby...
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It's more intense because of what Date is saying to him, praise and sweet words sinking into him like an inferno, baby, sweetheart, perfect, adore, making Ryuki shudder, spots of colour behind his eyes and his toes curling, body going lax and limp under Date once more. He's content, though, hazy as he feels, flushed and damp from his tears, mouth dry from openly moaning for so long.
Slowly, he curls into Date as much as he can, pressing his face into his skin and squeezing hold of him tight, not wanting him to move. It's like the weighted blanket that the hospital recommended to him one time for anxiety, anchoring him and making some of the pressure behind his eyes and the strange anxiety dissipate. Sniffling a little, he lifts his head to gaze at Date, his one eye drinking him in and trying to memorise this feeling, this moment, for later. ]
Mr. Date.
[ Turning his head, he kisses him gently. There's nothing more to it than that; it's painfully chaste in comparison to what they were doing before, but he wants it. He wants to show his love, even if he can't say it. ]
Keep going. It's okay.
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