[ 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. ]
[ The kiss is perfect. It might be chaste compared to what they've done before but it feels fitting for the moment. And this is definitely a moment, where their hearts are connected and Date knows Ryuki must be feeling similar to him. That this is real and true and not just some random fuck but the start of something good. Right? It has to be...!
He's told to keep going and he could, he absolutely could, but in a way he doesn't care if he does or not. He continues to rock into Ryuki, slow and steady, just keeping himself on the brink of pleasure, but he's not chasing it either. He really just wants to hold Ryuki more, just touch him and praise him and sink into this good sensation between the both of them. He sighs, content, and kisses Ryuki's cheek as he gathers him up close and hugs him to his body. ]
Hope I didn't make this weird for you. I just... really like you, Ryuki.
[ He can see Ryuki's tears, can feel him going boneless underneath him. He knows Ryuki has enjoyed himself, but he also knows this was him being a little too much, as always. So, he hopes Ryuki understands what he means, that he just wanted to express his affection. ]
I-It's not weird. Don't worry, I don't think it's weird at all.
[ Other people might, and they could question his sanity about voluntarily entering a sex marathon with a guy who doesn't have a refractory period and just keeps coming and has filled him with load after load of come and plugged him with it and fucked him more and is now treating him like some kind of girlfriend or wife rather than the junior subordinate that he is and...
And Ryuki is spiralling, just a little.
Shaking his head, he sinks into the mattress, breathing out softly. He's too happy to worry about any of that, or what anyone else thinks, because it's not as if anyone else is going to know or find out. This is their moment, a moment for him to keep close to his heart for the rest of his life or until he's over Date (unlikely) and not worry about repeating in the future. He'll just... Mournfully hope for it instead.
Slowly, he leans into Date and accepts the warmth of his body, feeling sore but content, blissful in his own submission. ]
[ This is a good moment to make it clear, isn't it? How he feels. What he wants. It's late at night, so late at night at this point, and technically you're not supposed to make big decisions late at night when emotions are touchy and sleep hasn't been had. But Date can't help himself, he feels too much, wants too much, and he's going to kiss Ryuki so sweet and so gentle for a moment before pulling back to smile at him. ]
Good. Means we're dating now, right?
[ Casually said but his gaze is a little intense as he looks back at Ryuki. He wants to be clear that they're together and that there's no going back here. He wouldn't fuck a subordinate just for a fuck. He would only fuck him if he really had feelings for him and wanted more than just that. So, he needs to make sure Ryuki is on the same page, so when he wakes up tomorrow he'll be a taken man and not someone who just made a big mistake. ]
[ Ryuki had been prepared to settle down and maybe doze off again like he had before, to enjoy the quiet of simply being able to lie beside Date and settle into some kind of peace that he could memorise for the future. He didn't really expect any kind of further conversation or anything else to come of this, if only because he had no reason to suspect it. Just because they had sex didn't mean that something was going to change between them - he'd seen enough terrible daytime television to recognise that.
But Date speaks, and says it so casually, that he feels as if he has fallen off the bed and hit the floor and has some kind of concussion, despite the fact that Date is clearly both still on top of him and inside of him.
Huh? ]
Huh?
[ Staring at Date, he swallows. Did he mishear? We're dating - he could definitely have heard something else and not what was actually said, it wouldn't be the first time. Dating... What could even be in place of that?
Heart beating too fast and pulse rushing in his ears, he swallows, fingers flexing. ]
[ Ryuki seems a bit surprised by his question, which Date figures is kind of expected. He did just kind of spring it on him... but... Date doesn't want to regret this or misinterpret it. He likes Ryuki too damn much for them to just pretend there's nothing between them. He wants Ryuki to know that they're going to date and that this isn't just a fling for him. He doesn't do flings anyway. ]
Yeah. I'm not going to fuck you just because you're here. I only fuck people if I like them.
[ Surprise! He's a pervert but not a fuckboy. Apparently. ]
And definitely not going to fuck my subordinate without ample reason for it. You mean too much to me to let our relationship get ruined for a one time hook up. So, dating. You and me.
[ He's even going to lean in there to steal a kiss from Ryuki, lingering in his space as he presses his lips to his gently and gives a happy hum in response. ]
[ The fact that Date just... Says it, so easily, without any lack of confidence or awkwardness or anything like that when Ryuki has been head over heels for him for what feels like forever - it makes his hands shake, even as he turns his head to press into the kiss, to let his arms slide down so he can touch the other man's cheek. He holds him, gently, gazing at him for a moment before he nods. If there's a tear in his eye, that's fine.
It's not like it's the first time he's cried tonight.
Having Date like this, all to himself, not having to wonder about who else he might be with, who else he wants to touch, who else is kissing him... It makes him giddy, and Ryuki feels ever so briefly like a teenager all over again, his face hot and expression adoring. ]
You...
[ You could. That's what he was going to say, but he's not going to insult Date like that. For all Ryuki's lacking confidence, he has faith in Date being genuine with him now. ]
Mm... Okay. We can be dating. I'd like us to.
[ Somewhere, Tama is cheering and shouting FINALLY at the top of her lungs. ]
[ Date doesn't have a reason not to ask for what he wants. He's lived two lives, both strange and unusual, and in his previous one he might've been a bit more subdued about what he wants. After all, what did he, some yakuza assassin, deserve in the first place? But the person he is now, with a respectable life as a detective, with a daughter, redeemed from his sins, why can't he find happiness too? Why can't he chase after his bliss?
Why would he hide himself, when he's rebuilt himself from the ground up?
So, when Ryuki agrees to date him, he feels euphoria in his chest and a peace settle on him that he can't shake, even if he wanted to. He smiles, beams really, right back at Ryuki and sweeps him in close for another hug, hooking his chin over his shoulder and squeezing him tight to his body, even with his cock still nestled inside of him. ]
Hell yeah. Now you're officially my baby. My sweet little kitten.
[ Being squeezed so close to Date with his dick still inside him makes Ryuki choke, a little breathless for a moment as he adjusts to how it feels; a dick moving inside him while he is being crushed in muscular arms isn't something he ever imagined for himself, but he's enjoying it. It's not just the pleasure of it, but it's the comfort, too, of a steady weight locking all his limbs down and leaving him feeling at peace.
Lifting one of his hands, he strokes gently through Date's hair. If the other man could see his face right now... He's painfully smitten, affection surging inside of him. ]
... Mm. I'll be your baby, and your kitten, too.
[ Embarrassing?
Maybe. But with how absolutely gone Ryuki is for this man, he'd happily agree to almost anything.
Turning his head, he nuzzles into Date, full of tenderness. ]
[ At the moment, Date is not looking at Ryuki's face. He's got his eyes closed, his head tilted into Ryuki's touch as the other man pets his hair. There's a pleased smile on his face, satisfied like a cat and feeling immensely happy right now. Ryuki is... his. His boyfriend. His baby. His kitten. All his.
He kisses at Ryuki's head when he nuzzles into him, pressing kisses in a few smattering areas. Then he's sighing, happy, as he leans into him. ]
Good. I'll hold you to that.
[ Because don't think Date doesn't have a swath of nicknames to give Ryuki, to spoil him with. He's his princess, his sweetheart, his baby girl, his baby boy, his everything forever. He's so excited... the start of a new relationship is always exciting and having it with someone he feels so much for... it feels good. Feels right. ]
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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.
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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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He's told to keep going and he could, he absolutely could, but in a way he doesn't care if he does or not. He continues to rock into Ryuki, slow and steady, just keeping himself on the brink of pleasure, but he's not chasing it either. He really just wants to hold Ryuki more, just touch him and praise him and sink into this good sensation between the both of them. He sighs, content, and kisses Ryuki's cheek as he gathers him up close and hugs him to his body. ]
Hope I didn't make this weird for you. I just... really like you, Ryuki.
[ He can see Ryuki's tears, can feel him going boneless underneath him. He knows Ryuki has enjoyed himself, but he also knows this was him being a little too much, as always. So, he hopes Ryuki understands what he means, that he just wanted to express his affection. ]
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[ Other people might, and they could question his sanity about voluntarily entering a sex marathon with a guy who doesn't have a refractory period and just keeps coming and has filled him with load after load of come and plugged him with it and fucked him more and is now treating him like some kind of girlfriend or wife rather than the junior subordinate that he is and...
And Ryuki is spiralling, just a little.
Shaking his head, he sinks into the mattress, breathing out softly. He's too happy to worry about any of that, or what anyone else thinks, because it's not as if anyone else is going to know or find out. This is their moment, a moment for him to keep close to his heart for the rest of his life or until he's over Date (unlikely) and not worry about repeating in the future. He'll just... Mournfully hope for it instead.
Slowly, he leans into Date and accepts the warmth of his body, feeling sore but content, blissful in his own submission. ]
I like you, too.
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Good. Means we're dating now, right?
[ Casually said but his gaze is a little intense as he looks back at Ryuki. He wants to be clear that they're together and that there's no going back here. He wouldn't fuck a subordinate just for a fuck. He would only fuck him if he really had feelings for him and wanted more than just that. So, he needs to make sure Ryuki is on the same page, so when he wakes up tomorrow he'll be a taken man and not someone who just made a big mistake. ]
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But Date speaks, and says it so casually, that he feels as if he has fallen off the bed and hit the floor and has some kind of concussion, despite the fact that Date is clearly both still on top of him and inside of him.
Huh? ]
Huh?
[ Staring at Date, he swallows. Did he mishear? We're dating - he could definitely have heard something else and not what was actually said, it wouldn't be the first time. Dating... What could even be in place of that?
Heart beating too fast and pulse rushing in his ears, he swallows, fingers flexing. ]
Dating? Me?
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Yeah. I'm not going to fuck you just because you're here. I only fuck people if I like them.
[ Surprise! He's a pervert but not a fuckboy. Apparently. ]
And definitely not going to fuck my subordinate without ample reason for it. You mean too much to me to let our relationship get ruined for a one time hook up. So, dating. You and me.
[ He's even going to lean in there to steal a kiss from Ryuki, lingering in his space as he presses his lips to his gently and gives a happy hum in response. ]
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It's not like it's the first time he's cried tonight.
Having Date like this, all to himself, not having to wonder about who else he might be with, who else he wants to touch, who else is kissing him... It makes him giddy, and Ryuki feels ever so briefly like a teenager all over again, his face hot and expression adoring. ]
You...
[ You could. That's what he was going to say, but he's not going to insult Date like that. For all Ryuki's lacking confidence, he has faith in Date being genuine with him now. ]
Mm... Okay. We can be dating. I'd like us to.
[ Somewhere, Tama is cheering and shouting FINALLY at the top of her lungs. ]
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Why would he hide himself, when he's rebuilt himself from the ground up?
So, when Ryuki agrees to date him, he feels euphoria in his chest and a peace settle on him that he can't shake, even if he wanted to. He smiles, beams really, right back at Ryuki and sweeps him in close for another hug, hooking his chin over his shoulder and squeezing him tight to his body, even with his cock still nestled inside of him. ]
Hell yeah. Now you're officially my baby. My sweet little kitten.
[ Shut the fuck up, Date. ]
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Lifting one of his hands, he strokes gently through Date's hair. If the other man could see his face right now... He's painfully smitten, affection surging inside of him. ]
... Mm. I'll be your baby, and your kitten, too.
[ Embarrassing?
Maybe. But with how absolutely gone Ryuki is for this man, he'd happily agree to almost anything.
Turning his head, he nuzzles into Date, full of tenderness. ]
Anything you like.
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He kisses at Ryuki's head when he nuzzles into him, pressing kisses in a few smattering areas. Then he's sighing, happy, as he leans into him. ]
Good. I'll hold you to that.
[ Because don't think Date doesn't have a swath of nicknames to give Ryuki, to spoil him with. He's his princess, his sweetheart, his baby girl, his baby boy, his everything forever. He's so excited... the start of a new relationship is always exciting and having it with someone he feels so much for... it feels good. Feels right. ]