He could feel the heated weight of Aya’s gaze upon him as he dug around in his bag, finally coming up with the bottle of lotion. The thought of the redhead sprawled on the bed behind him, wanton and waiting, was enough to make his cock harden to fullness again. When Ryo turned around, the actual sight of Aya made his heart pound, his breath catch and his cock twitch.
Aya had thrown back the bed covers before making himself comfortable. Sprawled across the white sheets, his red hair fanned over the pillow, he was a starkly beautiful contrast of color. Long, slender fingers wrapped around the girth of his cock as it jutted upwards from a thick patch of auburn curls, pumping it slowly. Eyes, darkened to near indigo with more than lust, followed Ryo as he moved from his luggage back to the bed.
Ryo was aware, as he stretched out beside Aya, that he was probably drooling like an idiot. When Aya held out his free hand for the lotion, Ryo handed it over without a word, all the while staring. At that very moment he was absolutely certain that he would never again witness anyone or anything more exquisite or more erotic, no matter how long he lived.
Licking his lips, Ryo tried to get his suddenly dry mouth to work properly. “Fuck, but I want you, Aya. Do you know how incredible you look lying there?”
Aya’s heavy-lidded gaze dropped away from Ryo’s face, lazily following the line of his body, one eyebrow arching when his eyes paused on the other man’s erection. He was smiling when he once again met Ryo’s eyes with his own. “I have a fair idea of exactly how incredible you think I look and that’s all I’m interested in.”
He watched as Aya flipped open the bottle’s cap, releasing his grip on his own cock in time for that hand to receive a generous dollop of lotion. Cupping his balls in the other hand, he unerringly found the tight ring of muscle below them and began to massage the lotion into the sensitive flesh. Before Aya could penetrate himself with his fingers, Ryo reached out and stopped him.
“No. Let me.”
Aya drew his hand away and nodded.
Taking the lotion, Ryo coated his own fingers and began to circle the small opening, making sure it was nice and slick. Satisfied it was, he gently slipped one finger inside Aya and flexed it slightly, smiling when he heard the redhead gasp and felt him push down.
“Good?”
Aya inclined his head quickly, panting, “Ah. Yes. More.”
Ryo added a second finger alongside the first, moving the two in opposite directions. Aya moaned and he smirked, unable to keep himself from doing it. His previous nervousness had been replaced by an inner confidence he hadn’t been aware he possessed. At least, not about this particular act for which he had no real memories and, while he had done a little experimenting with self-penetration using fingers and toys, it wasn’t the same as doing it to anyone else. He was particularly pleased to find he had a natural affinity for it.
Then again, looking at Aya with his eyes closed, his mouth parted and his cheeks flushed, it was easy to believe that as Yohji he would have done anything to bring this man immense pleasure. Ryo’s own experiences with Asuka had taught him that he was not ever fully satisfied until his partner was utterly blissed out. He fully intended on leaving Aya in a similar state of satiation. As soon as he was sure the man was ready.
Ryo thrust his fingers in deeper, curling them upwards as he slowly slid them out, seeking Aya’s sweet spot. He was convinced he’d found it when Aya cried out, hips jerking off the bed. Now he was certain the other man was ready. He knew he was, considering he didn’t think it was possible for his cock to get any harder.
Aya opened his eyes as Ryo withdrew his fingers completely, reaching up to pull the blond down for a tongue tangling kiss that left them both breathless and panting.
“How do you want me?” Aya asked, fingers toying with the fringe of Ryo’s hair.
“Anyway I can have you. Do you have a preference?”
Aya slowly shook his head. “No, but you haven’t been with another man since you lost your memories, have you?”
“No, I haven’t. You’re the only man I want. The only man I can remember ever wanting.”
“It might be easier for you to take me from behind, but…”
“…we wouldn’t able to look at each other,” Ryo finished.
Aya nodded.
“Then I want you just the way you are now.”
Ryo picked up the lotion, using a palmful to coat his entire length before leaning in for another breath-stealing kiss. Reaching between their bodies, he guided the head of his cock to Aya’s opening and began pushing inside. The redhead was tight and, as anxious as he was to be buried inside Aya’s body, Ryo had no intentions of hurting him.
But the way Aya moaned and writhed beneath him taxed his self-control. He wanted to thrust all the way inside, become one with the man he knew he loved beyond reason. He wanted to fuck him and be fucked by him without inhibition. More than anything, Ryo wanted Aya to belong to him and he wanted to belong to Aya. Only Aya. Always Aya.
Ryo bit down on his bottom lip as he sank all the way inside the man who had once been his lover – Yohji’s lover – using the sharp sensation of pain and the metallic tang of blood as foci to keep himself from coming far too soon. Aya arched upwards to meet him, hands pushing and pressing along his back, encouraging him to begin moving. Ryo was unable to resist. All thoughts of taking his time with the act, to go slow and be leisurely, were wiped from his mind the moment he and Aya were joined.
Before he realized it, he and Aya were grinding together in a frantic rhythm, their shared cries of pleasure filling the room. His lover met him thrust for thrust and, despite their position, it was difficult for Ryo to distinguish exactly who was fucking whom. Both of them were grunting with the exertion of keeping up the feverish pace and he knew, when he had a brief moment of coherent thought, that it wouldn’t be long before both of them came.
Aya was the one to climax first, although by the smallest of margins. Ryo felt Aya's fingers digging into the muscles of his back as the redhead clung to him fiercely, hips rising up from the bed as he groaned. The redhead’s cock throbbed and pulsed between their merged bodies as his thick come coated both their stomachs. The tight, hot clench of Aya’s body around Ryo’s cock left him helpless to do anything other than to fill his lover with long, hard spurts of his own warm seed.
He slumped against the other man, limbs unwilling to move as he gulped the air, trying to fill his starving lungs. Ryo could hear Aya doing the same; he could also feel the rapid thrum of both their hearts as each strove to bring his body back under control. He finally had to force himself to roll over onto his back when Aya began pushing at him, clearly wanting free of his weight.
“Hot. Sticky,” Aya murmured, his voice hoarse and a little slurred. Ryo turned his head to look at the redhead, further satisfied to find him looking sweaty and disheveled, watching as one of his fingers idly smeared the remains of his release around on his skin. With a soft grunt of effort, Ryo rolled back over and scooted down on the bed, bringing his mouth in contact with Aya’s stomach as he kissed and lapped away the other man’s come.
Aya squirmed and, unexpectedly, laughed. “Tickles.”
Ryo lifted his head to smile up at him. “Gonna have to remember you’re ticklish for when I’m physically able to do something about it. Gods, Aya, that was incredible.” He dropped a few more kisses onto Aya’s stomach before resting his cheek against it.
“Yes, Ryo, it was. Thank you.” Aya’s fingers combed through the blond’s damp hair. Ryo nuzzled against him.
“Don’t have to thank me. It was very much my pleasure.”
“Then how about I treat you to a nice rub down in the shower? Judging by the time, if you don’t take one now and get dressed, you might be late to your meeting.”
“What?” Ryo pushed himself up to a sitting position and glanced at the clock, frowning. “Damn, it’s already after ten thirty. Come on then. You can wash my back and I’ll wash yours. Or any part of you that needs cleaning.”
Aya smiled and held out his hand to Ryo. “With an offer like that, how can I resist?”