Loveless - A Kiss That Lingers.
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fictionaluntruthsTitle: A Kiss That Lingers.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: Bondage, smut.
Characters/couples: Ritsuka/Soubi.
Summary: He also wants Soubi to ask without Ritsuka having to order so.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written forspringkink: Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi: First time – handcuffs
A Kiss That Lingers.
Soubi raises an eyebrow when Ritsuka brings out the handcuffs. He looks amused. Ritsuka might be seventeen, but he still blushes and feels his ears pressed against his hear, heart hammering inside his chest. He's about to say 'never mind' and say he has to go when Soubi's long fingers are holding his face, soft and sweet as he kisses him.
Ritsuka has gotten a lot better in understanding Soubi since Nanatsu no Tsuki. He relaxes at the soft touch of Soubi's mouth on his, opens his lips and traces Soubi's lips with his tongue before deepening the kiss. He doesn't have to wait for Soubi to say 'understood' before he starts undoing the buttons of Soubi's shirt, moving his hands over his chest before he's pushing Soubi's shirt off his shoulders, and then he's pushing Soubi softly to lay down.
This is familiar enough already that most of Ritsuka's nervousness is because of the leather cuffs he's still holding. This isn't just because the idea of Soubi spread over his bed, eyes dark and skin glistening with sweat, cock hard between his legs as he's waiting for his touch but unable to tease him and touch him like Soubi otherwise would has been a very present part of Ritsuka's fantasies for the last few months, when thinking about his own promise that, once he was seventeen, he wanted Soubi to have his ears. It's not just that.
He also wants Soubi to ask for his touch or something without him having to tell him so. He knows Soubi likes to touch him, likes to touch his ears and curl fingers around his tail and around his cock and feel the bumps of his back. Soubi has gotten a lot better these last few years, but Ritsuka still can't be sure if it's just because he wants that and Soubi, the idiot he is, is following his silent orders.
Ritsuka wants Soubi to want him as much as he wants Soubi. Wants to know if he drives him as crazy as he feels. That's the only reason why Ritsuka doesn't decide to leave the cuffs alone, and instead he moves softly, looking at Soubi's eyes as he moves Soubi's slender hands up towards the headboard, closing the restraints on his wrists. Soubi's eyes follow him but Ritsuka doesn't look at him, not now that he feels so embarrassed, so instead he just feels the way Soubi's forearms seem to flex, how soft Soubi's skin is there, unable to resist the urge to lean forward and brush a kiss against the inside of his wrists, press his tongue there.
Soubi sighs, closing his eyes. Ritsuka swallows around his nervousness, moves away from Soubi just for a moment to take off his clothes as fast as he can, and then he's back at touching Soubi, anywhere and everywhere he can think of, as softly as possible, the rough of his fingers tracing old scars that make Soubi gasp a little.
By the time he takes off Soubi's jeans off, Soubi's cock is hard and flushed against the flat of his belly and Ritsuka feels his mouth suddenly dry. He nuzzles against Soubi's stomach, just breathing on the smell of Soubi's skin. Saying nothing more than his name, Soubi moves his legs apart so that Ritsuka can fit there and Ritsuka smiles against his navel, licks at the muscles of his stomach and tries – just like he always does – not to feel overwhelmed that Soubi wants him so much.
When Ritsuka takes Soubi in his mouth and hears Soubi's strangled moan, he finds another advantage he hadn't thought about when he had put the restraints on Soubi. Because this isn't the first time he has had Soubi's cock stretching his mouth, but Soubi never lets him finish him this way, always drags him up to kiss him and rub their cocks together, make them come together, and that's fine too, really, but this time, this time Ritsuka wants...
Ritsuka lets go of Soubi's cock enough to get the lube, cover his fingers and rub it softly against Soubi's hole before he's pressing in. He waits a few moments, once he's sure he's not hurting Soubi, before he takes his cock in his mouth again, licking at the slit.
Soubi has let him do this, too, when after much asking Soubi had said he wanted Ritsuka to take him, and Ritsuka has felt Soubi coming just like this, his fingers deep in Soubi's ass. But it's new enough that Ritsuka is unable to stop from moaning when he feels the warm, tight slide of Soubi against his fingers, just like he is unable not to shiver when that makes Soubi gasp. Ritsuka hears the rattle of metal against metal, the way Soubi's thigh clenches against his hand, but he doesn't look up as he keeps sucking at Soubi's cock, moving his fingers slowly in and out of his hole.
“Ritsuka, I'm going to -” at that, he does look up towards Soubi, takes notice of his flushed face and how dark his eyes seem and he can't nod but he looks at Soubi, hoping he understands the silent 'go on' and he moves his fingers a bit more, presses just there–-
“Ritsuka–” then Soubi gasps and his mouth fills with the bitter taste of come. Ritsuka swallows despite that – Soubi always swallows when he goes down on him, and he wants the same for both of them, as much as he possible can and when Soubi's cock slips from his mouth, Ritsuka is so hard that he doesn't think he's going to last enough.
“Ritsuka...” Soubi says again. He's breathing hard and he licks his lips. Ritsuka wipes his mouth with the back of his hands and puts a hand over Soubi's heart, feels the way it's beating so hard and it's so different from usual, because usually it's both of them spent and this time it was him who made Soubi feel like this, and warmth so intense he thinks he's going to burn runs through his veins.
“I'm here,” he tells Soubi; even if his voice is strained he doesn't move away. Soubi blinks and looks at him and he has never been more handsome than this moment. “I'm here, Soubi.”
“I want to touch you,” Soubi says. Ritsuka shivers at the deep tone of his voice, at the way his eyes focus on him, almost no blue in his eyes. Soubi licks his lips and tries to move his arms. “Please, Ritsuka... I want to touch you.”
His hands shake as he tries to have enough coordination to free Soubi. Ritsuka isn't sure how he manages, but not sooner than one of Soubi's wrists is free, Soubi's hands are over his back, over his hip, drawing him close, kissing him despite the fact that he swallowed and Soubi never lets him kiss him after he does that but Ritsuka can't find it in himself to care right now. Instead he leans against Soubi, so hard it hurts, and thinks about getting off rubbing himself against Soubi's hip, or asking Soubi to stroke him off, certain that it won't take long.
But Soubi breaks the kiss then and looks at him. He licks at his lips.
“I want you in me, Ritsuka.”
Ritsuka shudders. “But you already...”
“Please,” Soubi asks. He smiles, touches the side of his face lovingly. Ritsuka nods – how could he resist? – and Soubi moves his legs up and apart and Ritsuka only stops feeling embarrassed when he pushes inside of Soubi because then he's too busy gasping and trembling at the tight, warm slide and he's not going to last, he's almost afraid to breathe because he fears he'll come right then.
“So... Soubi!” He pants, holding tight to Soubi's hips. He gasps as he feels Soubi move, as Soubi wraps his legs around his hips and smiles and Ritsuka almost barks him not to move because he's already holding to his control by the nails.
“Go on,” Soubi murmurs, eyes focused on him. Ritsuka nods and moves his hips, thrusts inside Soubi, trying to remember not to go too fast, trying to – then, one of his thrusts makes Soubi moan, eyes closed and head thrown back, and Ritsuka can't control his need and he thrusts hard two, three times and then he moans his orgasm, shaking, collapsing on top of Soubi.
He tries to move afterwards, but Soubi is the one who does so, moving him to his side, kissing his face and neck and hands. By the time Ritsuka thinks he might open his eyes without everything spinning out of focus, Soubi gathers him in his arms and he can't move like that, he just can't.
“Sleep now,” Soubi tells him. He kisses his temple and mouths gently at one of his ears. Ritsuka wonders how much it's going to take for them to fall. “I've got you, Ritsuka.”
Ritsuka doesn't say 'and I've got you, too'. There's no need for that.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: Bondage, smut.
Characters/couples: Ritsuka/Soubi.
Summary: He also wants Soubi to ask without Ritsuka having to order so.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for
springkink: Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi: First time – handcuffsA Kiss That Lingers.
Soubi raises an eyebrow when Ritsuka brings out the handcuffs. He looks amused. Ritsuka might be seventeen, but he still blushes and feels his ears pressed against his hear, heart hammering inside his chest. He's about to say 'never mind' and say he has to go when Soubi's long fingers are holding his face, soft and sweet as he kisses him.
Ritsuka has gotten a lot better in understanding Soubi since Nanatsu no Tsuki. He relaxes at the soft touch of Soubi's mouth on his, opens his lips and traces Soubi's lips with his tongue before deepening the kiss. He doesn't have to wait for Soubi to say 'understood' before he starts undoing the buttons of Soubi's shirt, moving his hands over his chest before he's pushing Soubi's shirt off his shoulders, and then he's pushing Soubi softly to lay down.
This is familiar enough already that most of Ritsuka's nervousness is because of the leather cuffs he's still holding. This isn't just because the idea of Soubi spread over his bed, eyes dark and skin glistening with sweat, cock hard between his legs as he's waiting for his touch but unable to tease him and touch him like Soubi otherwise would has been a very present part of Ritsuka's fantasies for the last few months, when thinking about his own promise that, once he was seventeen, he wanted Soubi to have his ears. It's not just that.
He also wants Soubi to ask for his touch or something without him having to tell him so. He knows Soubi likes to touch him, likes to touch his ears and curl fingers around his tail and around his cock and feel the bumps of his back. Soubi has gotten a lot better these last few years, but Ritsuka still can't be sure if it's just because he wants that and Soubi, the idiot he is, is following his silent orders.
Ritsuka wants Soubi to want him as much as he wants Soubi. Wants to know if he drives him as crazy as he feels. That's the only reason why Ritsuka doesn't decide to leave the cuffs alone, and instead he moves softly, looking at Soubi's eyes as he moves Soubi's slender hands up towards the headboard, closing the restraints on his wrists. Soubi's eyes follow him but Ritsuka doesn't look at him, not now that he feels so embarrassed, so instead he just feels the way Soubi's forearms seem to flex, how soft Soubi's skin is there, unable to resist the urge to lean forward and brush a kiss against the inside of his wrists, press his tongue there.
Soubi sighs, closing his eyes. Ritsuka swallows around his nervousness, moves away from Soubi just for a moment to take off his clothes as fast as he can, and then he's back at touching Soubi, anywhere and everywhere he can think of, as softly as possible, the rough of his fingers tracing old scars that make Soubi gasp a little.
By the time he takes off Soubi's jeans off, Soubi's cock is hard and flushed against the flat of his belly and Ritsuka feels his mouth suddenly dry. He nuzzles against Soubi's stomach, just breathing on the smell of Soubi's skin. Saying nothing more than his name, Soubi moves his legs apart so that Ritsuka can fit there and Ritsuka smiles against his navel, licks at the muscles of his stomach and tries – just like he always does – not to feel overwhelmed that Soubi wants him so much.
When Ritsuka takes Soubi in his mouth and hears Soubi's strangled moan, he finds another advantage he hadn't thought about when he had put the restraints on Soubi. Because this isn't the first time he has had Soubi's cock stretching his mouth, but Soubi never lets him finish him this way, always drags him up to kiss him and rub their cocks together, make them come together, and that's fine too, really, but this time, this time Ritsuka wants...
Ritsuka lets go of Soubi's cock enough to get the lube, cover his fingers and rub it softly against Soubi's hole before he's pressing in. He waits a few moments, once he's sure he's not hurting Soubi, before he takes his cock in his mouth again, licking at the slit.
Soubi has let him do this, too, when after much asking Soubi had said he wanted Ritsuka to take him, and Ritsuka has felt Soubi coming just like this, his fingers deep in Soubi's ass. But it's new enough that Ritsuka is unable to stop from moaning when he feels the warm, tight slide of Soubi against his fingers, just like he is unable not to shiver when that makes Soubi gasp. Ritsuka hears the rattle of metal against metal, the way Soubi's thigh clenches against his hand, but he doesn't look up as he keeps sucking at Soubi's cock, moving his fingers slowly in and out of his hole.
“Ritsuka, I'm going to -” at that, he does look up towards Soubi, takes notice of his flushed face and how dark his eyes seem and he can't nod but he looks at Soubi, hoping he understands the silent 'go on' and he moves his fingers a bit more, presses just there–-
“Ritsuka–” then Soubi gasps and his mouth fills with the bitter taste of come. Ritsuka swallows despite that – Soubi always swallows when he goes down on him, and he wants the same for both of them, as much as he possible can and when Soubi's cock slips from his mouth, Ritsuka is so hard that he doesn't think he's going to last enough.
“Ritsuka...” Soubi says again. He's breathing hard and he licks his lips. Ritsuka wipes his mouth with the back of his hands and puts a hand over Soubi's heart, feels the way it's beating so hard and it's so different from usual, because usually it's both of them spent and this time it was him who made Soubi feel like this, and warmth so intense he thinks he's going to burn runs through his veins.
“I'm here,” he tells Soubi; even if his voice is strained he doesn't move away. Soubi blinks and looks at him and he has never been more handsome than this moment. “I'm here, Soubi.”
“I want to touch you,” Soubi says. Ritsuka shivers at the deep tone of his voice, at the way his eyes focus on him, almost no blue in his eyes. Soubi licks his lips and tries to move his arms. “Please, Ritsuka... I want to touch you.”
His hands shake as he tries to have enough coordination to free Soubi. Ritsuka isn't sure how he manages, but not sooner than one of Soubi's wrists is free, Soubi's hands are over his back, over his hip, drawing him close, kissing him despite the fact that he swallowed and Soubi never lets him kiss him after he does that but Ritsuka can't find it in himself to care right now. Instead he leans against Soubi, so hard it hurts, and thinks about getting off rubbing himself against Soubi's hip, or asking Soubi to stroke him off, certain that it won't take long.
But Soubi breaks the kiss then and looks at him. He licks at his lips.
“I want you in me, Ritsuka.”
Ritsuka shudders. “But you already...”
“Please,” Soubi asks. He smiles, touches the side of his face lovingly. Ritsuka nods – how could he resist? – and Soubi moves his legs up and apart and Ritsuka only stops feeling embarrassed when he pushes inside of Soubi because then he's too busy gasping and trembling at the tight, warm slide and he's not going to last, he's almost afraid to breathe because he fears he'll come right then.
“So... Soubi!” He pants, holding tight to Soubi's hips. He gasps as he feels Soubi move, as Soubi wraps his legs around his hips and smiles and Ritsuka almost barks him not to move because he's already holding to his control by the nails.
“Go on,” Soubi murmurs, eyes focused on him. Ritsuka nods and moves his hips, thrusts inside Soubi, trying to remember not to go too fast, trying to – then, one of his thrusts makes Soubi moan, eyes closed and head thrown back, and Ritsuka can't control his need and he thrusts hard two, three times and then he moans his orgasm, shaking, collapsing on top of Soubi.
He tries to move afterwards, but Soubi is the one who does so, moving him to his side, kissing his face and neck and hands. By the time Ritsuka thinks he might open his eyes without everything spinning out of focus, Soubi gathers him in his arms and he can't move like that, he just can't.
“Sleep now,” Soubi tells him. He kisses his temple and mouths gently at one of his ears. Ritsuka wonders how much it's going to take for them to fall. “I've got you, Ritsuka.”
Ritsuka doesn't say 'and I've got you, too'. There's no need for that.