[Fic] It hurts: Part 6
Part 2
Part 3
PART 4
Part 5
Part 6
Ryu felt soft lips brushing against his but he couldn’t find any reason to fight it back or stop it. He couldn’t but not because he was forced into it or anything. He just didn’t want to. The touch was so sweet and gentle that he just got carried away and leaned into the touch, allowing himself to indulge into that amazing feeling. His face just moved closer, his body as well, seeking for that warmth that Hayato seemed willing to give him. Yabuki seemed to have lost control of himself as well. His arms naturally surrounded that slim waist, then his left rose all the way to the back neck, pulling the older one closer. Ryu felt as if he was being pulled into a black hole. His body just naturally fell inside Hayato’s arms, bumping into him, making him put his right arm on the boy’s waist in order to sustain himself. If the younger one would have pulled back, his entire body would have just fallen down on the floor, without opposing one bit. He was like under a spell and he felt he would have done anything his student would have asked him to. He could feel the other’s heartbeat, so fast and yet calming, making him lose his control. Yabuki was under some sort of spell as well. He never thought he would end up kissing his teacher but not only was he doing that, he was keeping the older one firmly pressed to his own body, feeling every bit of that body. Ryu was indeed older than him, by six years more probably, yet his body felt so sweet and perfect as the one of a model. Heck, Odagiri could have been a model if he would have wanted to and yet he was a teacher. Such a waste, Hayato thought as his lower body part completely grinned against Ryu’s, making him moan a bit.
They stopped, breathing a bit hard, looking at each other straight in the eyes, so lovingly and so dazed. They had the same height, they were just as strong, just as lost in what they just did. Hayato just smiled and took Ryu’s hand in his. After having hugged the older one, he could tell Odagiri was more tired than he wanted to show. Hayato felt he had to do something about it since it was his fault. Even though Odagiri had gotten himself in that mess, Hayato was the one to blame for making him so tired. He could reason and once he did that, he realized that he shouldn’t blame all teachers for what one of them did. Ryu had cared for him without wanting to get anything out of it so he wasn’t like that bastard that harmed him at all. Ryu didn’t deserve the same treatment and since he had been so nice to him, it was now his turn to do so. He just took his teachers hand and follow all the way to the bedroom, placing them both on the bed. He had been right. The moment Ryu’s head touched the pillow, his eyes began closing and he instantly fell asleep. Hayato could only smile. He had no idea what he was doing. Just a few days ago he was being a complete pain in the ass, treating Odagiri like he was natural enemy number 1, but after seeing all the things the older one had done for him, he just couldn’t treat him the same way. He just couldn’t be as cruel and mean as he was before. Everything of him, his mind, body, everything was telling him to treat Ryu with gentleness and he couldn’t find not even one little, stupid reason to stop him from believing so. Ryu was so sweet and gentle, so caring without expecting praising, that it warmed Hayato’s heart. He felt the need to love that man. Love?!
Wait a minute! Hayato suddenly stood up on his knees and looked at the older one’s body. Why love? Wasn’t it weird? He just kissed his teacher but none of them made a fuss out of it. Actually, they both reacted too well to it as if it was the most natural thing to do together. Why was that? Hayato averted his eyes and looked at the older one’s face. His beautiful hair, all messed up and spread all over the pillow, that beautiful calm face, those pinkish full lips that he had just kissed, the perfect neck that was just so alluring, all of that stirred something up inside the younger one. The black t-shirt Ryu was wearing was slowly lifting up because of his movements, revealing part of his tummy, causing Hayato to look there. Before he knew it, he was completely checking out his teacher. That slim waist, cute tummy, long legs, so beautiful and tempting. Ryu had the perfect figure, exactly model like, too perfect to keep his hands away from it. Hands away?! Hayato took a deep breathe and kept replaying in his mind, almost like a mantra: don’t touch him, don’t touch him; but his hands were already at waist level, slowly caressing the exposed skin. His fingers brushed over that small portion while his eyes looked up, and up, until reaching the neck. Ryu moved his head, feeling the touch but not even thinking it could be because Hayato was touching him. He felt the warmth that that particular part of his body was exposed to and moved his head a bit, revealing more of his neck. Hayato just instinctively kissed that part of the neck, making Odagiri move a bit.
Surprised by what he did, Hayato suddenly pulled back and landed on his bottom. He had been so close to attacking the older one in his sleep. Wouldn’t that have turned him into a rapist? Well, he had already been once close to that when he forcefully made Ryu submit to him and gave him the blowjob. Hayato quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from shouting. He just then remembered he had done something like that to his teacher. He glanced at the sleeping beauty and bit his lower lip. He had that person all to himself, he had that person take care of him, he had Ryu by his side. Hayato slowly placed his head on the pillow but continued watching the older one. Ryu was six years older than him, a teacher and a man and he, Yabuki Hayato was finding himself entrapped by that man’s charm. So what? He was falling for his teacher? That was that soothing and yet piercing feeling that made his heart throb? He didn’t have time to think about it because he soon fell asleep as well. It was just something about that man already sleeping next to him that made him find peace.
It was warm, so warm and comfortable. More comfortable than any pillow. He tried moving his legs and found that same warmth there, he tried moving his arm but a big, comfortable block stopped him from reaching further. It felt nice, really nice. He gained consciousness and opened his eyes and finally realized what was that he was feeling. His legs were entangled with Hayato’s, his arms were around Hayato’s waist while one of the younger one’s arms was resting on his own and the other was lost in his hair. If felt and looked as if the boy was embracing him but Ryu wasn’t planning on complaining. He knew it was wrong. It was wrong for their body to practically be that glued to each other, bad to let himself be embraced in such an intimate way but he couldn’t find it in him to stop it. He should have made a fuss about it, right? Why was he letting it happen though? He was supposed to react all disgusted, scold his student and make sure it never happens again, but he was actually making it longer. He wasn’t stopping Hayato from embracing himself but he was snuggling even closer, demanding for more warmth of that sort. He was acting like anything but a teacher but he really didn’t care. If it was Hayato, he was probably going to act any other way than as a teacher. Hayato misled him. At the beginning, Ryu thought Hayato was just like he had been when younger but he had been mistaken. Hayato didn’t need someone to tell him why should people fight for, he didn’t need anyone to explain the rules of fighting to him, and he already had strong feelings towards his friends and family. Hayato knew and acted just like Ryu did after meeting Yankumi. The only difference between Hayato and the Ryu after meeting Yankumi, was the fact that Yabuki still bared a hatred towards teachers. In other words, Hayato was more grown up than Ryu had been when he was of his age. When thinking of that, Yabuki was better than him in many ways. Yabuki was almost perfect. It made Ryu wish he would have been like that when he was younger. Hayato was stronger and so handsome.
Odagiri moved a bit and managed to stand up on his bottom. He could understand why some guys would want to fuck Hayato. The boy wasn’t ugly at all, not even one part of him was other than beautiful. Hayato had a strong body, one that healed pretty fast as well, a really rebel haircut, full reddish lips, and a pretty muscular body. Ryu found that out when he took care of his wounds. The moment he took those clothes off and began cleaning the blood. Yabuki might have not had six packs and the body of a pro fighter, but it was worked out enough. Odagiri could remember every single line on the boy’s abdomen, the way his muscles contracted, every single way his body moved. Every part of his body. Ryu moved his hand close to Hayato’s chest, lifting the white t-shirt up, saying he just wanted to check the wounds. That was his excuse for once more taking a glance at what, in time, could make people drool upon seeing it. Ryu just knew it. It was something within him that told him that in a matter of years, that body of a teenager would end up looking way too hot and sexy. His fingers ended up tracing the lines of a cut on the boy’s abdomen. It was healing really fast and it wasn’t going to leave scars either. The crust was almost ready to fall off and in a matter of days; Hayato was going to look as good as new. Ryu smiled while thinking that. It would have been such waste if even one scratch would have remained on that good looking body.
- Any particular reason for dozing off while looking at my abs? Hayato’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, making him blush like mad.
- I’m sorry…I was just checking the wounds, Ryu partially lied, pulling the t-shirt back and then moving out of the bed.
He felt embarrassed for being caught in a situation like that. Of course, if Hayato would have woken up when treating his injuries, he would have seen him even more amazing by that body, but he didn’t. Ryu just wanted to get out of there, to spare himself from more embarrassment. He was almost out of the comfortable bed when his wrist was pulled and his body fell back on the soft surface.
- Don’t go…, Hayato whimpered, his voice revealing a bit of pain.
- What’s wrong? Ryu looked back just to encounter a red faced boy, flinching because of the pain.
- The cuts…, he pointed at his t-shirt, the exact place where Ryu touched before being caught.
Odagiri reacted right away. He pulled the clothing up and traced every cut trying to find out if something was wrong with it. He carefully traced each and everyone of it with his fingers, wanting to find out if the cut reopened or something of that sort. The more his fingers traced them, the more Hayato whimpered.
- What’s wrong? Ryu asked the boy, looking at his face, putting his palm over the forehead to see if he had a fever.
Hayato’s body was pretty hot, the temperature going a bit higher than it was supposed to, but he did not have fever. He was planning on going to get some ice and medicine for his student but this time both his wrists were caught and he was pulled closer to the younger one’s body.
- It hurts…, Hayato whispered, his voice turning all husky and rough.
- Where? Ryu asked, gulping, afraid of the small distance between them.
Yabuki didn’t answer, he just forced Ryu’s right hand, making it go lower and lower, until it reached his pelvis. He made it touch the front of his pants, just above the crotch, sliding it over it. Odagiri gulped again, then looked down, in disbelief, his heart racing like mad when his hand touched the prominent bulge. He gulped once more then licked his lips, getting really nervous. He could feel Hayato’s hot breathing on his neck and because of that boy, his hand was now feeling the throbbing member of the youngster. It was turning him on a bit, although he didn’t want to admit it.
- Please…, he heard Hayato beginning and he turned to look back at him. It never felt like this before…please…, he begged some more, pressing Ryu’s palm on his crotch.
A moan escaped his lips as he felt those slim fingers on his length. Sure, the material of his trousers was standing in his way, but he was so turned on that someone could have just blown hot air on top of it, and he still would have moaned.
- Hayato…this…, Ryu was a bit confused and didn’t know what to say or do. Basically, his student was asking him for a hand job.
- Take responsibility…, Hayato mumbled, refusing to let go of Ryu’s hand. You…you turned me on so…, he grit his teeth, throwing his head back.
- Me?! Ryu almost shrieked, not expecting to hear that.
- Of course…, Hayato mumbled with his eyes closed. Why on earth did you have to touch me?
Ryu bit his lower lip and then took a deep breathe. Why on earth did his touches manage to turn on Hayato? He didn’t do anything that indecent in order to arouse his student; he surely didn’t intend to arouse him. Now that he was touching Yabuki in such an intimate place, he finally realized that the boy was quite sensitive.
- Hayato….just that turned you on? His voice trembled as he asked that.
Yabuki had let his hand go but Ryu didn’t take it away. He didn’t know what to do but, if he had to be honest, then he had to admit he was a bit afraid to take it away.
- I’m…really..sensitive… . I’m already too turned on…please…I beg you… make me cum…, Hayato begged again.
- But Hayato…
- You said…, he paused and took a deep breathe. Not treat you like a teacher…, he paused once more and licked his lips. As a friend…please…., he paused and tried standing up.
Hayato stood up on his bottom and then surrounded Ryu’s waist, gluing him to his body. He was turned on. He had been turned on since he had the chance to properly have a look at his teacher’s body. Even in his sleep he remember the way Ryu’s skin tasted so when he felt some fingers on his skin, he immediately recognized the warmth and got turned on. He was sensitive to it because of the way he had sex till then as well. No one went gentle on him, no one took the time to get him used to the touches, to the thrusts and because of that he started getting turned on by some of the simplest touches. Since he already had some feelings for Odagiri, his touches only made him feel aroused.
- Ryu…., he gasped and brushed Odagiri’s hair, tucking his hair behind his ears. He leaned forward, hiding his nose in the safe space of Ryu’s nape, breathing even harder than before. Ryu…please…
- Hayato…, Ryu gulped even harder, his body shivering a bit.
- Ryu…please….fuck me….
It was the last thing on the planet he thought he would hear. The last thing he thought Hayato would ever think of after the hateful experiences he had been through. He couldn’t back out or leave because his body wouldn’t move. Hearing that husky voice, coming as a whisper, so hot, made his body twitch and react. The way he put it, the way Hayato was asking him, every single breathe of his, made Ryu lose control of his reasoning.
- Fuck me, Ryu…, please…, Hayato spoke again, leaving butterfly kisses on Ryu’s neck.
What should he do? What was it that he could do? He was put in a big pinch. A really intense battle was going on between his own reasoning and his feelings. His mind kept telling him he shouldn’t be doing something like that, that even though he was asked to do it as a friend, it was still reckless of him, but his heart was telling him to go through with it. His body was on his heart’s side as well. Both of them were fighting against his mind and they were winning. He had to confess. He had to admit he wanted to touch Hayato, that he too was aroused by the situation and that he wanted to know, to feel Hayato, but he was afraid.
He now knew Yabuki had been forced into sex by one of his former teachers, that he was used as a sex slave by Ken and his gang so he felt, he truly believed that if he would do that he would only hurt Hayato even more. Wasn’t he afraid? How could the younger one ask for something like that when sex only brought him pain and so many bruises. Would he feel used? Was it really okay to do that?
- Ryu…please…, he heard the same beg again, this time more ardent and overwhelming. Please take me…, he pleaded, sticking out his tongue to lick the beautiful neck that was so tempting.
What should he do?
What should I do?
Part 3
PART 4
Part 5
Part 6
Ryu felt soft lips brushing against his but he couldn’t find any reason to fight it back or stop it. He couldn’t but not because he was forced into it or anything. He just didn’t want to. The touch was so sweet and gentle that he just got carried away and leaned into the touch, allowing himself to indulge into that amazing feeling. His face just moved closer, his body as well, seeking for that warmth that Hayato seemed willing to give him. Yabuki seemed to have lost control of himself as well. His arms naturally surrounded that slim waist, then his left rose all the way to the back neck, pulling the older one closer. Ryu felt as if he was being pulled into a black hole. His body just naturally fell inside Hayato’s arms, bumping into him, making him put his right arm on the boy’s waist in order to sustain himself. If the younger one would have pulled back, his entire body would have just fallen down on the floor, without opposing one bit. He was like under a spell and he felt he would have done anything his student would have asked him to. He could feel the other’s heartbeat, so fast and yet calming, making him lose his control. Yabuki was under some sort of spell as well. He never thought he would end up kissing his teacher but not only was he doing that, he was keeping the older one firmly pressed to his own body, feeling every bit of that body. Ryu was indeed older than him, by six years more probably, yet his body felt so sweet and perfect as the one of a model. Heck, Odagiri could have been a model if he would have wanted to and yet he was a teacher. Such a waste, Hayato thought as his lower body part completely grinned against Ryu’s, making him moan a bit.
They stopped, breathing a bit hard, looking at each other straight in the eyes, so lovingly and so dazed. They had the same height, they were just as strong, just as lost in what they just did. Hayato just smiled and took Ryu’s hand in his. After having hugged the older one, he could tell Odagiri was more tired than he wanted to show. Hayato felt he had to do something about it since it was his fault. Even though Odagiri had gotten himself in that mess, Hayato was the one to blame for making him so tired. He could reason and once he did that, he realized that he shouldn’t blame all teachers for what one of them did. Ryu had cared for him without wanting to get anything out of it so he wasn’t like that bastard that harmed him at all. Ryu didn’t deserve the same treatment and since he had been so nice to him, it was now his turn to do so. He just took his teachers hand and follow all the way to the bedroom, placing them both on the bed. He had been right. The moment Ryu’s head touched the pillow, his eyes began closing and he instantly fell asleep. Hayato could only smile. He had no idea what he was doing. Just a few days ago he was being a complete pain in the ass, treating Odagiri like he was natural enemy number 1, but after seeing all the things the older one had done for him, he just couldn’t treat him the same way. He just couldn’t be as cruel and mean as he was before. Everything of him, his mind, body, everything was telling him to treat Ryu with gentleness and he couldn’t find not even one little, stupid reason to stop him from believing so. Ryu was so sweet and gentle, so caring without expecting praising, that it warmed Hayato’s heart. He felt the need to love that man. Love?!
Wait a minute! Hayato suddenly stood up on his knees and looked at the older one’s body. Why love? Wasn’t it weird? He just kissed his teacher but none of them made a fuss out of it. Actually, they both reacted too well to it as if it was the most natural thing to do together. Why was that? Hayato averted his eyes and looked at the older one’s face. His beautiful hair, all messed up and spread all over the pillow, that beautiful calm face, those pinkish full lips that he had just kissed, the perfect neck that was just so alluring, all of that stirred something up inside the younger one. The black t-shirt Ryu was wearing was slowly lifting up because of his movements, revealing part of his tummy, causing Hayato to look there. Before he knew it, he was completely checking out his teacher. That slim waist, cute tummy, long legs, so beautiful and tempting. Ryu had the perfect figure, exactly model like, too perfect to keep his hands away from it. Hands away?! Hayato took a deep breathe and kept replaying in his mind, almost like a mantra: don’t touch him, don’t touch him; but his hands were already at waist level, slowly caressing the exposed skin. His fingers brushed over that small portion while his eyes looked up, and up, until reaching the neck. Ryu moved his head, feeling the touch but not even thinking it could be because Hayato was touching him. He felt the warmth that that particular part of his body was exposed to and moved his head a bit, revealing more of his neck. Hayato just instinctively kissed that part of the neck, making Odagiri move a bit.
Surprised by what he did, Hayato suddenly pulled back and landed on his bottom. He had been so close to attacking the older one in his sleep. Wouldn’t that have turned him into a rapist? Well, he had already been once close to that when he forcefully made Ryu submit to him and gave him the blowjob. Hayato quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from shouting. He just then remembered he had done something like that to his teacher. He glanced at the sleeping beauty and bit his lower lip. He had that person all to himself, he had that person take care of him, he had Ryu by his side. Hayato slowly placed his head on the pillow but continued watching the older one. Ryu was six years older than him, a teacher and a man and he, Yabuki Hayato was finding himself entrapped by that man’s charm. So what? He was falling for his teacher? That was that soothing and yet piercing feeling that made his heart throb? He didn’t have time to think about it because he soon fell asleep as well. It was just something about that man already sleeping next to him that made him find peace.
It was warm, so warm and comfortable. More comfortable than any pillow. He tried moving his legs and found that same warmth there, he tried moving his arm but a big, comfortable block stopped him from reaching further. It felt nice, really nice. He gained consciousness and opened his eyes and finally realized what was that he was feeling. His legs were entangled with Hayato’s, his arms were around Hayato’s waist while one of the younger one’s arms was resting on his own and the other was lost in his hair. If felt and looked as if the boy was embracing him but Ryu wasn’t planning on complaining. He knew it was wrong. It was wrong for their body to practically be that glued to each other, bad to let himself be embraced in such an intimate way but he couldn’t find it in him to stop it. He should have made a fuss about it, right? Why was he letting it happen though? He was supposed to react all disgusted, scold his student and make sure it never happens again, but he was actually making it longer. He wasn’t stopping Hayato from embracing himself but he was snuggling even closer, demanding for more warmth of that sort. He was acting like anything but a teacher but he really didn’t care. If it was Hayato, he was probably going to act any other way than as a teacher. Hayato misled him. At the beginning, Ryu thought Hayato was just like he had been when younger but he had been mistaken. Hayato didn’t need someone to tell him why should people fight for, he didn’t need anyone to explain the rules of fighting to him, and he already had strong feelings towards his friends and family. Hayato knew and acted just like Ryu did after meeting Yankumi. The only difference between Hayato and the Ryu after meeting Yankumi, was the fact that Yabuki still bared a hatred towards teachers. In other words, Hayato was more grown up than Ryu had been when he was of his age. When thinking of that, Yabuki was better than him in many ways. Yabuki was almost perfect. It made Ryu wish he would have been like that when he was younger. Hayato was stronger and so handsome.
Odagiri moved a bit and managed to stand up on his bottom. He could understand why some guys would want to fuck Hayato. The boy wasn’t ugly at all, not even one part of him was other than beautiful. Hayato had a strong body, one that healed pretty fast as well, a really rebel haircut, full reddish lips, and a pretty muscular body. Ryu found that out when he took care of his wounds. The moment he took those clothes off and began cleaning the blood. Yabuki might have not had six packs and the body of a pro fighter, but it was worked out enough. Odagiri could remember every single line on the boy’s abdomen, the way his muscles contracted, every single way his body moved. Every part of his body. Ryu moved his hand close to Hayato’s chest, lifting the white t-shirt up, saying he just wanted to check the wounds. That was his excuse for once more taking a glance at what, in time, could make people drool upon seeing it. Ryu just knew it. It was something within him that told him that in a matter of years, that body of a teenager would end up looking way too hot and sexy. His fingers ended up tracing the lines of a cut on the boy’s abdomen. It was healing really fast and it wasn’t going to leave scars either. The crust was almost ready to fall off and in a matter of days; Hayato was going to look as good as new. Ryu smiled while thinking that. It would have been such waste if even one scratch would have remained on that good looking body.
- Any particular reason for dozing off while looking at my abs? Hayato’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, making him blush like mad.
- I’m sorry…I was just checking the wounds, Ryu partially lied, pulling the t-shirt back and then moving out of the bed.
He felt embarrassed for being caught in a situation like that. Of course, if Hayato would have woken up when treating his injuries, he would have seen him even more amazing by that body, but he didn’t. Ryu just wanted to get out of there, to spare himself from more embarrassment. He was almost out of the comfortable bed when his wrist was pulled and his body fell back on the soft surface.
- Don’t go…, Hayato whimpered, his voice revealing a bit of pain.
- What’s wrong? Ryu looked back just to encounter a red faced boy, flinching because of the pain.
- The cuts…, he pointed at his t-shirt, the exact place where Ryu touched before being caught.
Odagiri reacted right away. He pulled the clothing up and traced every cut trying to find out if something was wrong with it. He carefully traced each and everyone of it with his fingers, wanting to find out if the cut reopened or something of that sort. The more his fingers traced them, the more Hayato whimpered.
- What’s wrong? Ryu asked the boy, looking at his face, putting his palm over the forehead to see if he had a fever.
Hayato’s body was pretty hot, the temperature going a bit higher than it was supposed to, but he did not have fever. He was planning on going to get some ice and medicine for his student but this time both his wrists were caught and he was pulled closer to the younger one’s body.
- It hurts…, Hayato whispered, his voice turning all husky and rough.
- Where? Ryu asked, gulping, afraid of the small distance between them.
Yabuki didn’t answer, he just forced Ryu’s right hand, making it go lower and lower, until it reached his pelvis. He made it touch the front of his pants, just above the crotch, sliding it over it. Odagiri gulped again, then looked down, in disbelief, his heart racing like mad when his hand touched the prominent bulge. He gulped once more then licked his lips, getting really nervous. He could feel Hayato’s hot breathing on his neck and because of that boy, his hand was now feeling the throbbing member of the youngster. It was turning him on a bit, although he didn’t want to admit it.
- Please…, he heard Hayato beginning and he turned to look back at him. It never felt like this before…please…, he begged some more, pressing Ryu’s palm on his crotch.
A moan escaped his lips as he felt those slim fingers on his length. Sure, the material of his trousers was standing in his way, but he was so turned on that someone could have just blown hot air on top of it, and he still would have moaned.
- Hayato…this…, Ryu was a bit confused and didn’t know what to say or do. Basically, his student was asking him for a hand job.
- Take responsibility…, Hayato mumbled, refusing to let go of Ryu’s hand. You…you turned me on so…, he grit his teeth, throwing his head back.
- Me?! Ryu almost shrieked, not expecting to hear that.
- Of course…, Hayato mumbled with his eyes closed. Why on earth did you have to touch me?
Ryu bit his lower lip and then took a deep breathe. Why on earth did his touches manage to turn on Hayato? He didn’t do anything that indecent in order to arouse his student; he surely didn’t intend to arouse him. Now that he was touching Yabuki in such an intimate place, he finally realized that the boy was quite sensitive.
- Hayato….just that turned you on? His voice trembled as he asked that.
Yabuki had let his hand go but Ryu didn’t take it away. He didn’t know what to do but, if he had to be honest, then he had to admit he was a bit afraid to take it away.
- I’m…really..sensitive… . I’m already too turned on…please…I beg you… make me cum…, Hayato begged again.
- But Hayato…
- You said…, he paused and took a deep breathe. Not treat you like a teacher…, he paused once more and licked his lips. As a friend…please…., he paused and tried standing up.
Hayato stood up on his bottom and then surrounded Ryu’s waist, gluing him to his body. He was turned on. He had been turned on since he had the chance to properly have a look at his teacher’s body. Even in his sleep he remember the way Ryu’s skin tasted so when he felt some fingers on his skin, he immediately recognized the warmth and got turned on. He was sensitive to it because of the way he had sex till then as well. No one went gentle on him, no one took the time to get him used to the touches, to the thrusts and because of that he started getting turned on by some of the simplest touches. Since he already had some feelings for Odagiri, his touches only made him feel aroused.
- Ryu…., he gasped and brushed Odagiri’s hair, tucking his hair behind his ears. He leaned forward, hiding his nose in the safe space of Ryu’s nape, breathing even harder than before. Ryu…please…
- Hayato…, Ryu gulped even harder, his body shivering a bit.
- Ryu…please….fuck me….
It was the last thing on the planet he thought he would hear. The last thing he thought Hayato would ever think of after the hateful experiences he had been through. He couldn’t back out or leave because his body wouldn’t move. Hearing that husky voice, coming as a whisper, so hot, made his body twitch and react. The way he put it, the way Hayato was asking him, every single breathe of his, made Ryu lose control of his reasoning.
- Fuck me, Ryu…, please…, Hayato spoke again, leaving butterfly kisses on Ryu’s neck.
What should he do? What was it that he could do? He was put in a big pinch. A really intense battle was going on between his own reasoning and his feelings. His mind kept telling him he shouldn’t be doing something like that, that even though he was asked to do it as a friend, it was still reckless of him, but his heart was telling him to go through with it. His body was on his heart’s side as well. Both of them were fighting against his mind and they were winning. He had to confess. He had to admit he wanted to touch Hayato, that he too was aroused by the situation and that he wanted to know, to feel Hayato, but he was afraid.
He now knew Yabuki had been forced into sex by one of his former teachers, that he was used as a sex slave by Ken and his gang so he felt, he truly believed that if he would do that he would only hurt Hayato even more. Wasn’t he afraid? How could the younger one ask for something like that when sex only brought him pain and so many bruises. Would he feel used? Was it really okay to do that?
- Ryu…please…, he heard the same beg again, this time more ardent and overwhelming. Please take me…, he pleaded, sticking out his tongue to lick the beautiful neck that was so tempting.
What should he do?
What should I do?