Ryo waited impatiently for the cab to reach the hotel. The meeting with his clients had gone quite well, but had taken longer than expected. By the time he’d finished the site inspection, it was already after five o’clock. A quick call on his cell to Aya assured Ryo that the man was still waiting for him in the hotel room.
He had the door open and was climbing out of the cab before the vehicle came to a complete halt, pausing only to give the driver the appropriate amount of money plus a hefty tip. Not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, Ryo refrained from sprinting through the lobby to the elevators, although his long-legged, brisk pace was close enough to a run for some.
Ryo unlocked the door with his keycard and stepped inside, pushing the door closed behind him as he toed off his shoes. An unfamiliar overnight bag was sitting on the bed, but Aya was nowhere to be seen and the bathroom was likewise empty. A sudden, chilly gust into the room alerted him to the fact that the balcony door was partially open. He went to investigate and found Aya, bundled up against the wind in his coat, seated in a chair he borrowed from inside the room, reading a book.
“Don’t you think it’s a little cold to be reading outside?” Ryo asked, amusement evident in his voice.
“I prefer the cold. Besides, it’s not too bad today; the sun’s out and it’s almost warm,” Aya answered without looking up. He continued to read while Ryo watched him, finishing another two pages before marking his place and standing up. Aya crossed over to where Ryo stood, wrapped his arms around Ryo’s neck and kissed him. “Welcome back.”
“Your lips are freezing,” Ryo complained, tugging Aya back into the warmth of the room and shutting the sliding door. “I think I’m going to need to warm both them and you up. First I have to get you out of this.” Ryo deftly unbuttoned Aya’s coat, pulling it off of Aya’s shoulders and down his arms before removing it completely and tossing it to the bed.
Beneath the coat, Aya was wearing a soft, cable-knit sweater of a dark blue hue. Ryo murmured his approval a moment before his hands started tugging up on the hem. “This should go too. Skin to skin contact is a necessity. Definitely.” Before he could get anything more than Aya’s stomach exposed, Aya’s hands were stilling his own.
“If you’re trying to get me naked and into bed, then I need to warn you now that we’re expected for dinner at seven sharp. We can’t be late,” Aya said.
“Who said anything about bed?” Ryo replied, feigning innocence. “But what’s this about dinner? You mean back at your place?” He started to chuckle, fingers still toying with the edge of Aya’s sweater. “I get to meet your parents already? Don’t you think that’s going a little fast?”
Aya made a face at Ryo and poked him in the chest. “Behave. It means that you’re going to be introduced to those I live and work with. You have also been invited to stay the night at the house if you want. That part’s optional, but I’m afraid dinner isn’t. I think Chloé would send Ken after us if we didn’t attend.”
Ryo studied Aya’s face as he considered the offer. He could sense that Aya was nervous about this dinner and the prospect of having him stay the night. It was that nervousness, or the cause of it, that intrigued Ryo the most about the situation. “Alright, we’ll go for dinner and I’ll pack my carry-on with a few necessities for tomorrow. So…Ken I kinda know. Who’s Chloé?”
“He’s another one of the people I live and work with. There’s also Free, who I’ve mentioned previously, Michel and Yuki. You’ll meet the others at dinner tonight.”
“Five men who live in one house and run a flower shop together?” Ryo asked, a little skeptical about the situation. “You do know how that sounds, don’t you?”
“Yes, like we’re all members of some gay brothel.” Aya’s tone was more than a little sardonic. “I assure you, Ryo, we run a legitimate flower shop.”
“Hey, I was just commenting. I didn’t say anything about a house of prostitution; you did.” Ryo glanced at his watch, confirming that it was nearly six o’clock. “We have maybe forty minutes before we should leave for your place, right?”
Aya frowned back at him. “Yes, which I’m sure is not enough time for anything that involves you and me naked, no matter how tempting that thought is. Very tempting in fact, but I don’t want to be late for dinner tonight. We’ll just have to be patient and wait until afterwards.”
“There you go again, jumping to conclusions. Who said anything about either of us being naked? If we don’t have time for me to make love to you, then I’m sure I can think of a few other ways to warm you up as promised.” Smiling smugly, Ryo released his hold on Aya’s sweater and dropped to his knees in front of him, fingers now occupied with the unfastening of Aya’s jeans. His smile grew when he pulled down the zipper and found Aya more than half hard, the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric of his briefs.
“I said I wanted to have you fill my mouth, do you remember?” Ryo asked as he leaned forward and traced the cock’s length through the soft material.
He felt Aya shudder a moment before the man quietly said, “Yes.”
“Good. One of us with amnesia is more than enough.” Ryo took hold of the waist of both Aya’s jeans and the underwear beneath, and pulled them down together until they pooled at Aya’s ankles. He sat back on his heels to admire the jut of Aya’s cock, the way it curved upward ever-so slightly. Ryo unconsciously licked his lips and glanced up to find Aya gazing intently back at him.
Suddenly, he was nervous. Very nervous.
“So, I don’t remember ever doing this before. If I do something you don’t like, tell me, okay? And if you do like it… well, I should be able to figure out that much I think.” Ryo tried to laugh off his bout of insecurity as he wrapped a hand around the base of Aya’s cock and gave it a slow couple of strokes.
Aya drew in a sharp breath above him.
“You like that?” Ryo asked, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it.
“Yes.” There was a hint of a tremor to Aya’s deep voice. Knowing that he was already affecting Aya this much increased his confidence.
Ryo leaned forward, resting once again on his knees, and finally lapped at the slit of Aya’s cock, tasting the man’s unique flavor of salt and tang. Aya’s precome was bitter, but Ryo realized he didn’t mind, he only wanted to taste more. He wanted all of Aya without question.
Keeping his one hand at the base, Ryo took Aya’s cock into his mouth, savoring the silky glide of hard flesh over his tongue. He began a gentle bobbing motion over most of the length, gagging himself only once when he became too enthusiastic. Aya, he knew, was controlling himself as best he could, keeping himself from thrusting fully into Ryo’s warm mouth.
When Ryo pulled back to swirl his tongue around the head, Aya moaned and Ryo knew, absolutely knew that it was the most sensitive part of Aya’s cock and that he could make the man come, had made the man come, by focusing on the head alone. He only needed to tease the underside with the flat of his tongue while his mouth sucked the engorged tip, letting his teeth graze the flared ridge that lay nestled against the foreskin behind it. Only needed to focus on that one spot while his hand continued to massage the rest of Aya’s erection, fingers occasionally reaching down to tickle and tease Aya’s balls.
Aya groaned low in his throat and his fingers found purchase in Ryo’s hair, curling around the blond strands and tugging sharply. His hips surged forward a moment before his cock throbbed and exploded. Come filled Ryo’s mouth and, try as he might, he couldn’t contain it all. He swallowed what he could, wanting to taste every drop, but felt some of the come dribble over his lips and down his chin, no doubt falling to stain the front of his shirt.
Eventually Aya slumped forward, panting heavily, signaling the end of his orgasm. Ryo let Aya’s softening cock slip slowly from his mouth, catching the last droplets of come on the tip of his tongue. He wiped at his wet lips with the side of his hand then licked away the come collected on his skin. Reaching up with his hands, Ryo carefully removed Aya’s fingers from his hair and, still holding tightly onto Aya’s hands, rose slowly to his feet.
Brushing the hair away from Aya’s face, he closed the space between them and kissed Aya, parting his lips to give Aya a taste himself. It was slow and long and deep, ending only when Aya’s hand found Ryo’s hard cock and squeezed it through his pants.
“Aya,” Ryo moaned.
Aya’s fingers fumbled with the button on Ryo’s slacks, clumsy in the aftermath of his climax. With a muttered curse, he wrenched open the front of Ryo’s pants and sent the button flying, then pulled down the zipper and pushed past the underwear to grasp Ryo’s erection. Ryo cried out as Aya began to stroke him from root to tip, jerking him off with the perfect amount of pressure, pausing to palm the head just the way that Ryo liked to do to himself.
“Come for me, Ryo,” Aya whispered to him and again Ryo cried out, head thrown back as he grabbed onto Aya’s shoulders and came, his cock gushing over Aya’s hand.
“Fuck,” Ryo said when his cock was finally spent. “That was intense.”
“Yes, it was,” Aya replied before he started to lick Ryo’s come from his hand. Ryo watched and whimpered, his cock giving a faint stir at the erotic sight.
“I told you that I’d warm you up, didn’t I? And we’ve got time to spare, I bet. You shouldn’t doubt my skills, Aya. Obviously I don’t need my memories to still give good head, do I?” Ryo teased.
Aya finished cleaning his hand and smiled back at Ryo. “Yes, you did and no, you don’t. Thank you, Ryo.”
“No need to thank me, love. The pleasure was entirely mutual. But, I believe I need to change my pants and my shirt. Somehow these got a little messed up.”
Ryo smiled at the light flush of color on Aya’s cheeks. “Sorry about your pants. I’ll pay to have them repaired of course.”
“Don’t worry about it. I have several other pairs with me. Besides, I think the sacrifice of one button was more than worth the end result. Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be ready to leave for dinner. But first…” Ryo knelt in front of Aya once again and pulled up his underwear and jeans, giving his cock and balls one last fondle before he tucked them away and refastened Aya’s pants.
“Good as new. Okay, my turn now.”
Ryo chose a pair of black jeans and a sweater of forest green cashmere from his belongings. Both he and Aya made use of the bathroom for a quick wash-up and then Aya waited for Ryo to change. When he finished, he held his arms out and spun slowly around, awaiting Aya’s approval.
“You look great, but you don’t need me to tell you that,” Aya commented. He put on his coat, picked up his overnight bag and waited for Ryo by the door.
“Of course I look great, but I still need you to tell me that. You’re the only one that matters to me, Aya,” Ryo replied as he tugged on his own coat and joined Aya at the door, his own carry-on bag in hand. He leaned in to steal a quick kiss. “Shall we go?”
Aya snorted in response, but Ryo could see he was also smiling slightly as they departed the hotel room.