Ryo moaned in reply to Aya’s words.
Aya coated his fingers with lube and kissed his way down Ryo’s body, pausing to tease and lick at his nipples, loving the way Ryo squirmed and groaned. His tongue traced a line down the middle of Ryo’s chest before flicking in and out of Ryo’s navel, earning Aya a gasp of pleasure from his lover.
Slick fingers brushed against Ryo’s tight opening the moment Aya took the head of his cock between his lips, diverting Ryo’s attention as one finger slipped inside. The subtle movements of Aya’s finger caused Ryo to moan, the sound one of enjoyment rather than discomfort. Aya took more of Ryo’s cock into his mouth as he began to twist that single finger inside him, stretching the tight muscles further still as he sought out Ryo’s sweet spot.
“Oh, god…” Ryo moaned when Aya’s finger rubbed against his prostate. “Aya… I won’t last much longer if you keep that up.”
Letting Ryo’s cock fall from his mouth, he gave the tip one last kiss and slowly added a second finger. Ryo was amazingly tight and Aya was torn between wanting to go slowly and carefully, and wanting nothing more than to thrust his cock inside Ryo and abandon himself to the bliss.
He continued to stretch Ryo, teasing his sweet spot and listening to his groans, watching as his hips thrust up from the bed. Aya knew he couldn’t wait anymore. Easing his fingers out of Ryo’s body, he picked up the lube and squeezed more into his palm, liberally covering the length of his cock.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he guided himself into place, the head of his cock nudging against Ryo but not yet penetrating him.
“Yesss,” Ryo hissed back at him, his green eyes gone dark with desire and his face flushed with lust.
Aya held his cock with one hand, the other stroking along Ryo’s inner thigh as he pushed slowly inside. He could feel his body trembling and realized, suddenly, that he was both nervous and anxious. Everything he knew about sharing pleasure with another person he’d learned from Yohji, and here Yohji was with a new name and missing memories. Ryo barely remembered being Yohji and he certainly didn’t remember the lessons he’d taught Aya all those years ago. Now it was Aya’s turn to show him, to show Ryo, what it meant to feel the immense delight this act could bring.
He felt Ryo tighten up and he stopped, concern evident on his face as he gazed down at Ryo. “Are you all right?”
Ryo took a deep breath and nodded. Aya eased himself the rest of the way inside and leaned over Ryo, bringing their mouths together for a deep, lingering kiss.
“I feel so… full. In a good way. You’re bigger than the toys I’ve experimented with,” Ryo admitted when their lips parted.
“You tried this with toys?” Aya asked and his cock twitched at the mental image Ryo’s words evoked.
“I was curious.” Ryo wiggled his hips, causing them both to suck in a breath. “Oh damn, that feels good.”
Aya bit his bottom lip and nodded, pushing his hips forward in a shallow thrust. Again they both gasped.
Ryo pushed impatiently against him. “More. I want to feel more of you.”
He pulled his cock halfway out of Ryo’s body before thrusting it back inside, relishing the way Ryo lifted his hips to eagerly meet him. Aya repeated the movement again and again, until they’d found their rhythm with little conscious effort, guided by raw need and instinct.
Aya felt Ryo’s fingers digging into his flesh as they rocked together hard and fast, their moans and pants melding together as their bodies merged. Their lovemaking this morning was about renewal and remembrance, but this time it was about something deeper and more primal. Perhaps Ryo’s mind could no longer remember Aya, but his soul still did and the moment they joined, it called to Aya’s.
“Aya… love you…” Ryo said breathlessly and then cried out, his body arching beneath Aya’s as he came, spurting warm and wet over his belly.
Aya joined him a few seconds later, moaning Ryo’s name as his cock pulsed over and over inside the man he loved. He collapsed against Ryo and immediately tucked his head against Ryo’s shoulder, listening to the way their pounding hearts echoed as one.
They held each other in silence as their breathing slowly returned to normal. When he finally had enough energy, Aya lifted himself off of Ryo and gently slipped his softened cock out of Ryo’s body before rolling onto his side.
“We need a shower, I think,” Aya said.
Ryo chuckled and nodded. “What a way to get messy.”
“So, it was good?”
“Are you serious? Aya, it was fucking fantastic. I think the earth moved,” Ryo teased. “At least it did for me. If you’re telling me that you didn’t get much from that…”
Aya couldn’t help but smile. “Didn’t feel a thing, sorry.”
Ryo snorted in disbelief and rolled over on top of Aya. “Liar.” Before Aya could say anything else, Ryo was kissing him with a languid passion.
“I love you,” Ryo murmured.
“I love you, too,” Aya whispered in return.
“So, you said something about a shower?”
“I did. Shower and then sleep, or did you still want to talk?” Aya asked.
“That’s right, I wanted to talk. Still do, if that’s okay with you?”
Aya nodded.
Ryo smiled. “C’mon then, we’ll get cleaned up and then talk a little.”
The shower they shared was quick and efficient, although Aya and Ryo took turns washing each other, and, after the shower ended, drying one another as well. Once they were both clothed in their own pajamas, they returned to the bed. Aya pulled off the soiled comforter and left it in a pile on the floor. He fetched a thick blanket from his closet and added it to the one already covering the bed before turning down the covers.
“Looks cozy,” Ryo said and sat down on bed, sliding his legs between the sheets.
Aya joined him and did the same. Ryo’s arm wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him close as they lay against the pillows together.
“I almost don’t want to say anything, because I don’t want to ruin this moment,” Ryo finally said.
Aya shook his head. “You won’t ruin it, Ryo. I don’t want you to think you have to hold back. Obviously something is on your mind.”
“Yeah, kinda. It’s just…” Ryo took a deep breath before he continued, “…why did you tell me we all worked together, but you didn’t tell me we all lived together?”
Of all the things Aya’s mind had imagined Ryo wanted to talk about, this hadn’t been one of them. “How… “ Aya shook his head as he gathered his thoughts. “Did you have another flashback?”
Ryo frowned. “No, Ken said so at dinner. Don’t you remember? He and I had been talking about football.”
Aya’s mind raced back to dinner, to the conversation, trying to find the moment Ryo was talking about, trying to remember the words that were spoken. Ken had taken credit for Ryo’s interest in football, claiming it must have been his influence from the time they lived together. The exchange had been so ordinary and Ken had only spoken the likely truth, that Aya didn’t catch the slip on his teammate’s part.
“I’m sorry, Ryo. I didn’t realize what Ken had said at the time. He shouldn’t have told you that,” Aya said.
Ryo’s eyes widened momentarily and his voice held a hint of anger, “What do you mean he shouldn’t have told me? Why not? It was my life and I think I have the right to know, Aya. I’m tired of you making all the decisions about this. I know you have your reasons, but I just don’t agree with them.”
Aya sighed. “Ryo, I’ve told you that it’s complicated. I can’t simply sit down and tell you all about your life as Kudoh Yohji. There are others involved. I thought you didn’t want your past spoon fed to you?”
“I don’t, but
a few facts and clues would be appreciated. I think I deserve them, too. I want
to know about when we lived together, about what the four of us did. Because
I know damn well we didn’t just run a flower shop.”