Ryo was sitting on the bed with his head hanging down when Aya walked back in. He glanced up immediately and stood, meeting him half way.
“Everything okay?”
“Fine. I wanted to let the others know where I was and make sure one of them would cover my shift in the shop tomorrow.”
Ryo closed the small gap between then and looped an arm around Aya’s waist. “You took the day off for me?”
The question had been unexpected; Ryo’s obvious pleasure at the thought unanticipated. Aya felt color rising to his cheeks and ignored it. “I worked Free’s shift for him yesterday. He’s covering mine today in return.”
“Free? That’s an interesting name. You’ll have to tell me more about your coworkers and these others you have to let know where you are.” Ryo’s fingers brushed against Aya’s jaw as they slid through his hair to the nape of his neck, resting there with the barest pressure of skin against skin. “But not now. Later. Right now I intend to kiss you again.”
Aya found himself holding his breath as Ryo inclined his head. He felt his chin lifting in response, his head tilting to the side, his mouth parting in acceptance and surrender. Nearly three years apart had made his desire for Yohji – for Ryo – extremely keen.
The kiss was slow and gentle this time, a thing to be savored. Ryo’s soft lips explored Aya’s with such intense focus that the redhead could do little more than close his eyes and let it happen, encouraging the other man with sighs of pleasure.
Ryo suckled at Aya’s bottom lip, tugged it between his teeth and lightly nipped at the flesh before tenderly kissing it again. He lavished attention on Aya’s delectable mouth and Aya encouraged him with the sounds he was making. Aya shivered and Ryo pulled him closer, the hand at the nape of his neck tightening as Ryo deepened the kiss further, intent on tasting the sweetness within.
Finally, the need for air drove them apart with a reluctant moan each, faces flushed and pulses racing. Aya couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this wanting, this needy, this hard. From the look on Ryo’s face and the push of his own erection against Aya’s, he knew the man felt exactly the same. Perhaps he should take Chloé’s advice. They were both adults, both single, both more than willing.
A knock at the door caused Ryo to groan in frustration, leaving Aya in no doubt that the older man’s train of thoughts ran parallel to his own.
“Dinner,” Ryo said, his fingers drawing back to skim across Aya’s cheek. “Suddenly I’m not so hungry for food.” Smiling, Ryo gave him one last quick kiss and headed for the door, giving the hem of his sweater a small downward tug.
Aya retreated to a chair, sitting down quickly and resting his hands in his lap, trying to appear as if he hadn't just been thoroughly kissed seconds ago, and wasn’t still completely hot and bothered by it. He was vaguely aware that he might not be succeeding when the woman who rolled the food cart into the room glanced between the two of them and blushed. He was glad when Ryo quickly signed the tab, tipped her, and ushered her out the door.
“I hope you don’t mind the food. I ordered us steaks, baked potatoes and beer.” Ryo removed the covers from the plates and set them aside. Picking up the two bottles, he carried them over to Aya and passed one to him. “Go on, you look like you need this.” Twisting off the cap of his own beer, he took a long swig.
Aya stared at the bottle in his hand, trying to focus on it. His nerves were on fire and his brain was threatening to derail at any second. It seemed the afternoon was finally catching up to him. Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths.
He heard a puff of breath that sounded suspiciously like an aborted chuckle and felt the bottle being removed from his grasp. There was a faint hiss as the cap was removed and then the bottle was being pressed back into his hand.
“Drink,” Ryo said, amusement evident in his voice.
Aya took a long drink of the liquid, willing it to soothe the anxiety welling up within him. He was aware of Ryo’s fingers brushing the hair away from his face and found it comforting, stabilizing, anchoring.
When Ryo took the bottle away from his hand, he didn’t complain. When Ryo’s thumb stroked over his beer-moist lips, he parted them. When Ryo bent forward to kiss him, he was there first. He pulled the man down to him, held the back of his head steady with one hand, and devoured his mouth. Ryo’s moans were more intoxicating than the alcohol could ever be.
Somehow they ended up sprawled on the floor, Aya atop of Ryo, the two of them writhing against each other, their kisses growing more feverish, more abandoned. Aya’s hands had found their way beneath the blond’s sweater, warm and firm on Ryo’s chest, feeling the throb of his heartbeat.
Ryo in turn was impatiently trying to push Aya’s own sweater up and out of the way, growling when the heavy fabric refused to cooperate, “Off. Now.” Aya pushed off Ryo’s chest and straddled him, quickly tugging off his sweater. His pale skin was far from flawless, marred by a myriad of scars that told a tale much like Ryo’s own imperfect flesh. Aya could see the unasked questions in Ryo’s eyes, but they both knew now was not the time.
“You’re beautiful.”
“And you’re overdressed. Fair is fair.”
Ryo pulled off his own sweater, casting it aside. “Better?”
“Much.”
Aya’s fingers glided over Ryo’s exposed skin, teasing his nipples and making him gasp. “Still as sensitive as ever,” Aya observed with a smile as his fingers ghosted over Ryo’s chest. His own pleasure grew every time the man arched his back and groaned.
“Gods, Aya, please…” Ryo pushed his hips upwards, moaning as the trapped line of his hard cock rubbed against the curve of Aya’s ass.
Aya wiggled, torturing and delighting Ryo further, loving the feel of him achingly erect beneath him. Chloé had been correct in his assertions; Aya had no intention of ever telling him that.
He rolled off of Ryo and knelt at his side, meeting Ryo’s gaze as his fingers traced patterns across Ryo’s belly before moving downward until they toyed with the top button of Ryo’s pants. Aya heard Ryo release a pent up breath when his fingers unbuttoned and then unzipped the pants. Aya pushed a hand beneath Ryo’s briefs, unerringly finding his cock and grasping it.
“Aya…” He turned the man’s name into both a warning and a plea.
But Aya wasn’t planning on wasting his time fondling Ryo’s cock to completion, not when he was craving the taste of it in his mouth. He pushed the briefs out of his way, freeing the hard shaft and giving it one more appreciative caress.
“Aya,” Ryo moaned, hips lifting off the floor.
Ignoring the way his own erection pulsed within his pants, Aya bent forward and licked the length of Ryo’s cock with the flat of his tongue, pausing at the tip to suckle the small pool of precome gathered there between the head and the foreskin. He blew a gentle breath across the wetness, cooling it before he took the whole of Ryo’s cock into his warm mouth. Aya settled into a steady rhythm of lips sliding over hard flesh, sucking harder when Ryo groaned and threaded his fingers through Aya’s hair.
“Oh gods, Aya, I’m
going to…” Ryo words trailed off as he cried out, and Aya immediately
felt Ryo’s cock erupt inside his mouth, filling it with pulse after pulse
of warm come. Aya swallowed what he could and pulled back to let the rest splash
across his tongue. When Ryo’s climax finally subsided, he licked Ryo’s
cock clean and sat back up.
Ryo’s stomach suddenly rumbled.
Ryo’s eyes flew open, an apology trying to stumble its way free from his clumsy, post-orgasm mouth. Aya’s tongue swept over his lips, catching the last drops of Ryo’s come, eyes narrowed in a glare. Ryo started explaining to Aya how he couldn’t help his body’s reactions to hunger when something else happened –
Aya’s stomach rumbled in return.