An hour later, Aya led Ryo to his room. He closed and locked the door then leaned against it, breathing out a sigh. “I was beginning to wonder if we were ever going to escape. I had no idea Ken owned that many games for that damn machine,” Aya grumbled.
“Aya, it’s okay. I didn’t mind, and Ken’s a likeable guy. I just wish I remembered him more.” Ryo sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the spot beside him. “Chloé looked like he was going to start laughing at any second.”
“That’s Chloé for you. The man finds humor in the oddest situations.” Aya pushed away from the door and joined Ryo on the bed.
“He told me, you know.”
“Told you what?” Aya asked Ryo, letting his puzzlement show. “What did you and Chloé talk about?”
Ryo turned to face him. “He told me how much he cared for you, and that at one time he’d hoped you and he could be more than friends. He also told me how you turned him down, then told him about you and me. Well, you and the former me.”
“I’m not sure why he felt the need to tell you all that, but it’s true. Chloé’s a good friend, Ryo. Perhaps there might have been something more, if things had been different, but I’ve never been good at letting go even when I should,” Aya said, knowing that Ryo deserved the truth.
“Aya, I’m not mad or anything. I appreciated his honesty and I appreciate yours. I’m jealous, sure. He’s had the last three years with you, but I like Chloé and I’m glad you’ve had him for a friend.” Ryo cupped Aya’s cheek and stroked his thumb across the pale skin. “Thank you for not giving up on me, Aya. I get this feeling I’m more than a little lucky that you didn’t.”
Aya closed his eyes briefly as he leaned into Ryo’s caress, enjoying the warmth of the man’s fingers on his skin. He didn’t think he could ever fully explain to Ryo what it meant to feel his touch again after all these years. Opening his eyes, he shook his head. “You don’t have to thank me, Ryo. If our situations were reversed, you wouldn’t have given up on me either.”
Ryo nodded in agreement. “You’re right. Deep down, I know I would have searched the world for you. I guess I kinda did, in my own way.”
Aya smiled back at Ryo. “So, did Chloé say anything else to you that I should know about?”
Ryo returned his smile. “Well, he did ask me if my intentions toward you were honorable.”
Aya snorted in amusement. “What did you tell him?”
“That they were. He told me that was too bad,” Ryo answered.
“Hmm, I think I would have to agree with Chloé. I know my intentions aren’t very honorable at the moment.”
Ryo arched both eyebrows, feigning innocence. “Oh? Whatever do you intend to do with poor, defenseless me?”
“Just this,” Aya replied and kissed Ryo with barely suppressed hunger. He urged Ryo back against the bed and covered Ryo’s body with his own.
The kisses continued, each more heated, more passionate than the last. Their hands roamed freely, pushing beneath clothing to feel naked skin, until Aya and Ryo reluctantly separated far enough to hurriedly disrobe.
“It’s like we’re sixteen again and trying to hurry before someone’s parents come home,” Ryo remarked with a laugh as he kicked his jeans off and onto the floor. “Not that I can exactly remember. Hope I last longer than a sixteen year old.”
“You’d damn well better,” Aya threatened as he leaned in to nip at Ryo’s bottom lip. “But if you don’t, I’ll just keep having my way with you until I’m satisfied.”
Ryo moaned. “Oh god, Aya. You can have your way with me as much as you want. Anytime you want. Just… you know, I still want to talk. Not right this moment, but afterwards, okay?”
“Good, I plan on it.” He nodded back to Ryo. “We’ll talk. I want to talk. Later. Right now I’m making up for a lot of lost time.” Aya’s mouth trailed along Ryo’s throat, kissing and nipping until he reached the juncture of neck and shoulder. His lips fastened to the spot, albeit only briefly, aware that Ryo may not exactly welcome a love bite while he still had business to conduct.
“You can mark me, if you want, but only if it’ll be covered by clothing,” Ryo murmured. “I’d like you to mark me. In fact, if you wanted…” Ryo paused and Aya pulled back to look at his face.
“If I wanted? Wanted what?” Aya asked, unable to guess the direction of Ryo’s thoughts.
“I was just thinking, if you wanted, you could fuck me this time,” Ryo replied, a note of uncertainty in his voice.
Aya gazed intently down at Ryo. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“We used to switch, didn’t we?” Ryo asked. “Because the first time we made love, I kept thinking that as much as I wanted to fuck you, I wanted you to fuck me, too.”
Aya nodded. “Yes, we did switch from time to time, but we both have our preferences. Ryo, I’d love to fuck you again, but only if you’re certain. We don’t have to rush this.”
“I’m sure and I’m ready. If we’d had more time this morning I would have insisted we try it the other way. I want us to be equals, Aya.”
“Ryo, we don’t have to switch every other time to be equals. I like being on the bottom and you still prefer being on the top, right?” When Ryo nodded, Aya gave him a soft kiss. “Then why don’t we continue and see where we end up?’
Aya kissed Ryo again before he could answer, nudging Ryo’s lips apart and sliding his tongue inside Ryo’s mouth. With a groan, Ryo wrapped his arms around Aya and pulled him against his body. Ryo was hard, they both were, and Aya moaned as their cocks rubbed together.
“I want you inside me, I do,” he heard Ryo pant and wondered when their lips had parted. They were writhing together, hips bucking, cocks thrusting, skin hot, slick and painfully hard. Ryo’s words made Aya shudder and his control slip.
He lifted away from his lover, staring at the sight of Ryo naked and wanting, waiting for Aya to thrust inside him. It was a sight he’d not seen in so long and for a single moment he thought he would weep from the incredible pleasure of finally having this man again.
“Aya, don’t make me beg. Please.” Ryo’s hand against his chest brought Aya back to himself.
“I won’t,” he assured and reached for the tube of lubricant he’d hidden beneath his pillow earlier in the day.
Ryo smiled when he saw it. “You believe in being prepared.”
Color infused Aya’s cheeks. “I thought I should have some just in case we ended up here. There’s another tube in my overnight bag.”
“Glad to know you were definitely planning on having sex with me again,” Ryo replied.
“Of course I was. I am.” Aya captured Ryo’s lips in another breath-stealing kiss. “I thought you said you wanted to talk later.”
“Right,” Ryo said, gasping. “Later. So, are you going to hurry up and fuck me or what?”
“I’m going to
fuck you into the mattress,” Aya promised.