If Ryo ever questioned the nature of his and Aya’s previous relationship, the knowing touch of Aya’s fingers and lips told him the answers as clearly as any words. This man knew him. He knew things about Ryo that he himself didn’t know or remember.
But it wasn’t enough to lie there and let Aya make love to him, despite how incredible it felt to do so. He wanted to caress Aya, to taste him, to relearn the places on his body that made him moan in bliss and tremble with delight. At the same time, he felt unsure and uncertain, although his body had plenty of suggestions about what he ought to be doing.
While technically not a virgin, Ryo was well aware that he lacked a collection of memories to use as reference. Instinct could only take him so far and he wanted to make this perfect for Aya. Yet, he couldn’t remember if the redhead preferred top or bottom. Although personal experimentation had taught Ryo that he wasn’t averse to being entered, he suspected his preference in the past had been more for doing the fucking than getting fucked.
Only the more Ryo stared at Aya with his cheeks flushed and his lips parted as his tongue traced circles around one of Ryo’s nipples, the more he thought about how good it would be to feel Aya thrusting into him, claiming him, making him cry out the other’s name.
Ryo was so lost in thought that it took him several seconds to realize that Aya had stopped touching him and was now regarding him rather intently. “What are you thinking about,” he softly asked.
Words flooded out of Ryo’s mouth in a rush. “I’m thinking about how unbelievably hot you are. How I want to do right by you. How I want this to be perfect. How I don’t really know what the hell I’m supposed to be doing. I mean, do you want to fuck me or should I fuck you -- I really want to fuck you -- and…”
Aya silenced Ryo with a kiss. “Stop thinking. Stop talking. Fuck me and then we’ll talk about the rest afterwards.”
Ryo moaned at Aya’s words, his voice nearly cracking when he asked, “Are you always this direct?”
Aya kissed Ryo again, slow and deep, making sure to banish the rest of the man’s lingering doubts. When he was certain he had succeeded, he finally answered Ryo’s question. “Yes, with you.”
“Only with me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Ryo pushed a willing Aya back on the bed and crouched over him, bending to capture his lips in a passion-filled kiss that ended only when Ryo’s mouth became distracted by the smooth line of Aya’s jaw. Following its upward path he suckled and nipped at the lobe of one ear, his attentions earning a throaty groan of approval from the redhead.
Releasing the captive lobe at last, Ryo’s lips skimmed the curve of Aya’s neck. He swept his tongue over the rapid throb of Aya’s pulse, feeling it quicken a fraction of a second before the other man gasped. There was a sweetness to Aya’s skin beneath the tang of salt that Ryo found completely addicting.
Encouraged, Ryo let his mouth continue to wander downward, pausing only to dip his tongue into the shallow hollow at the base of Aya’s throat before tracing the line of collarbone beneath his pale skin. The graze of teeth against a sensitive nipple was rewarded with another gasp as Aya shuddered beneath him.
“Ryo…”
“Hmm?” Ryo lifted his head, peering up at Aya while his hands came into play, lazily stroking their way up the inside of the young man’s thigh, teasing with his fingertips.
“Soon?”
Ryo gave a throaty little laugh in response to the one word question. “Impatient? I wanted to take my time here, you know.”
“Next time we can go slow. Want you too much to go slow now. Been too long.” Aya propped himself up on elbows, peering down at Ryo, eyes already beginning to narrow into a glare.
Ryo found himself incapable of denying the man this, or anything else, but first he did allow himself the treat of finally taking Aya’s cock into his mouth, lapping at it with long strokes of his tongue, savoring the taste of the man’s precome as it leaked from the slit. Aya groaned and tilted his head backwards.
“You taste so good, Aya.”
Ryo wanted badly to take Aya into his mouth again, to suck and lick and nibble until Aya spilled his seed down Ryo’s throat. He wanted to know he could make Aya come that way, wanted to feel confident about his abilities as this man’s lover. He certainly didn’t want to admit he was feeling decidedly insecure at the moment.
He could feel the weight of Aya’s impatient gaze upon him again. “Ryo?”
“Hand lotion would work, right? I brought my own with me – it’s in my bag. Unscented, too. Problem is, I don’t have any condoms, but I promise I’m clean.” Ryo wondered if he sounded as utterly idiotic as he felt.
“Oh.” Aya expression softened in understanding. “Ah, yes, hand lotion would work, and we don’t need condoms. I know you’re clean and so am I. I’ve only ever been with you. With Yohji, I mean.”
“Shit, only Yohji – only me? Why? I mean, look at you. You’re a walking wet dream. Trust me, I would know. You must have had opportunity, so why didn’t you? I know it’s not really any of my business, but...”
Aya leaned forward, pressing fingertips against Ryo’s lips. “It was my choice, my decision. Before you there was opportunity, but I was too focused on other tasks.”
“So I came along and you couldn’t resist me?” Ryo tried, and failed, not to sound impressed with his own former self’s prowess.
“You didn’t believe in taking no for an answer.”
Ryo nodded. He’d heard that several times before from coworkers, clients, and even Asuka. Nice to know some things about him would always remain the same, regardless of his lapse in memory.
“What about after me?”
“More opportunities, but less desire. I missed you,” Aya said simply.
Leaning forward, Ryo snatched a quick kiss from Aya before climbing off the bed to retrieve the lotion. Talking had cooled their ardor somewhat, but it had also helped to calm his growing nervousness. Now his impending first time – again – with a man did not seem so daunting.