The Art of Relaxation (oneshot, Ohkura/Nishikido)
It's probably the busiest time in the past few years of Ryo's life. Filming drama, promoting his newest movie, recording single with Kanjani8 and album with NEWS, while at the same time attending rehearsals for upcoming concerts and photoshoots for next issues of monthly magazines - he's so occupied, that he doesn't have any time for himself. He almost forgot already what relaxing means and how it is to enjoy yourself and things you want to do - and not you have to do.
After many weeks of living like some robot programmed for constant working, he finally decides to say stop, opposing the vicious circle his work put him in. After leaving the drama's set, he's not going back to home, where he should take the script out of his bag and repeat his parts, in the meantime answering to some questions for one of the magazine's regular column. Instead of all of this, he takes a turn left right in from of his apartment, heading to the place he remembers going to pretty often in the past.
The Colorado Pub is one of these places, which are well-known and respected mainly amongst people in the neighbourhood and ones that stops by accidentally, not really planning to do so. Of course, it doesn't mean that this place is not good enough to be really popular. No - most likely, it's the reason why this pub is so special for so many people, keeping it's magical mood and oasis-like atmosphere.
Ryo keeps coming here every time he needs to relax in his favourite way - drinking good alcohol and enjoying equally good music. He has numerous memories tied up especially with this pub - celebrating there his birthday every year, spending time with countless people from work - as well as friends - he already gained the title of regular customer and is known well by personnel, greeting him today right from the entrance, just like they always are.
Ryo nods his head and smiles a little, recognizing his favourite bartender brewing coffee for two young woman sitting by one small table, apparently deciding to drop by after their busy day in work, considering their suits creased and hair buns slightly messed up. Looking around a little more, noticing only a few more clients, Ryo decides to take a seat on a high stool right beside the counter.
"Welcome again, Nishikido-san," says bartender after coming back behind the counter, ready to take his order.
"Double scotch, please," Ryo answers after smiling at the man in response for his greeting. He's too tired to get involved in any kind of talk - and he is greatly thankful for bartender to notice it, since he doesn't try to come into any bigger contact anymore. That's just the next reason why he likes this place and personnel so much.
He takes his glass immediately, feeling almost hungry for some nice alcohol. Or more likely - for relaxation it could give him. Drinking his first gulp - long and quick - he holds it in his mouth a little longer than needed, wanting to feel the well-known burning sensation, which ends in sending chills down his spine. There is a buzzing in his ears afterwards and the world seems to lose it's sharpness, and that's why he simply takes the sudden heat, directed right onto the skin on the back of his neck, as the next effect of the first mouthful of alcohol. But surprisingly, the heat doesn't disappear - quite the contrary, it grows more and more intensive, almost as if someone was getting closer to him... Almost as if someone's body was approaching him, finally touching him and letting him feel it’s weight all over him.
"Drinking alone, Ryo-chan?" he hears, voice familiar even though distorted thanks to being reduced only to low whisper, letting him experience more of this incredible heat. "How selfish of you, not inviting me over, don't you think?"
"Sorry," mumbles Ryo, feeling that embarrassing heat crawling up his face too, when he feels hand trailing slowly up his back, creeping under the jacket once in a while. "It wasn't really planned, more like an impulse, or something," he explains, trying hard to keep cool even while Ohkura's hips grinds against his back in a small, rather natural movement. He wants to question if this was just accidental or purposeful, but even before he manage to do so, his doubts are dissolved when those slender hips are grinding against him once more, and more, and more, each time harder and more intense.
"Impulse," Ohkura repeats, and Ryo knows he's licking his lips, because he can actually feel it, the tip of tongue barely grazing the sensitive skin on his neck. "I know something about these, thanks to one I'm here right now. So I guess I can forgive you this time," he decides, suddenly breaking their physical contact in order to move nearer the counter and smile brightly to the bartender. He orders himself a small beer, almost as if he didn't just act weirdly, entering the pub only to molest Ryo and then leave him all confused, now having to deal not only with his tiredness and frustration, but with arousal too.
"I need to go to the bathroom," the younger man says unexpectedly, right after bartender turns back to the inner counter, pouring light beer in small, glass mug. "Wait here for me together with my order, okay?" he asks, looking at Ryo in rather suspicious way. Ryo knew Ohkura long enough for being able to recognize when there is something weird niggling in this man's head - and now he's pretty much sure that the way he smiles and looks at him isn't normal at all.
He's waiting for him, just like he was asked to. He waits for one minute alone, and then for next ten together with beer, when he starts to look around in order to spot the younger one, probably by the table where some nice girls were seated, talking with them and throwing them his killer-smiles. But he doesn’t see anything like that in the end, so he just continues sitting alone for the next three minutes or so, before the bartender asks him, "Are you sure there is everything okay with your friend? Whatever he's doing there, it takes him long enough to start worrying."
And Ryo agrees, because hell, even if he has some nasty thing going on in his stomach, it's not like he's stupid enough to go out from home and even order beer in that state.
Or maybe he is, Ryo thinks second later, smiling his lop-sided smile.
"I'll go and check up on him," he decides, getting up from his seat and heading to the bathroom located behind the bar. In the meantime he curses himself for being all happy and maybe even excited while seeing Ohkura at first. Because even if he was acting weirdly, he thought of him as one of his best friends - and in such a hard time he's having now, presence and support of his friends is more than welcome. But now, seeing as Ohkura is more of a burden than relief, he can't help but think it would be better if he hadn't came here in the first place.
Ryo enters the bathroom and he stands there for a moment, surprisingly finding out he doesn't see nor hear any single person. It's more like a completely empty room, only slow music playing in the background, and when he decides to walk along the row of four toilets, he starts thinking about Ohkura vanishing in the thin air, or simply running away from him, some kind of a lame joke he knows his friends likes to do at times. But then, when he approaches the last doors, still not hearing a thing, there occurs something he can't really describe - everything so fast, one motion mingling into the other. The first longer sensation he can feel and characterize somehow - is heat. Warm, slightly wet feeling, right on his lips, lingering there together with the smell of well-known cologne mixed with cigarette's smoke.
"Took you long enough," Ohkura snorts after backing away, only a few centimetres that are like nothing in such a small area. His strong arms are pinning Ryo's hands against the wall, it's coolness contrasting so much with Ohkura's burning breath, and his weight is heavy on his own body, in some sweet, delicious way.
One of Ohkura's hands slips away from the older one's shoulder, fingers scraping the fabric of Ryo's jacket and shirt, brushing lightly over the bare fragments of his skin. He trails them along the line of his jaw, to the chin and lower lip, where with his thumb he wipes off the wetness of their saliva. He's smiling one of his mad smiles, looking like a damn demon of whatever it's niggling Ryo's head now, when he closes his lips on the same thumb, licking it up and sighing softly - a melody to Ryo's ears.
"What the hell were you thinking about while coming there?" Ryo asks at last, almost as if sounds escaping Ohkura's throat were triggering his thinking. Of course it's not like he really cares about answer the younger one is about to give him. In fact, he doesn't give a damn about his purpose of being there, at least until he's going to be there just like he is now.
"Helping," Ohkura answers simply, acting as if it was obvious from the very beginning. He laughs softly seeing Ryo's confused expression. "You can be really dense sometimes, Ryo-chan."
Ryo is about to protest against calling him like that, which obviously is unacceptable for him and his pride, but his protests are muffled in an uncontrolled moan, when Ohkura's hand presses on his crotch, obviously aware of Ryo's arousal from the very beginning of their meeting. He leans his head in closer and whispers sensually into Ryo's ear, "I'm going to help relieving your stress."
Ryo doesn't comment on that, feeling that damn hand of his still touching him dangerously near his arousal, almost driving him mad while doing so. Somewhere in the back of his consciousness he knows that it's bad. No, not Ohkura doing these things to him and him taking them without any resistance - he would be insane to think so - but the place where they're doing it. They're in public toilet, separated from everyone only with a thin wall, which for sure won't muffle any sounds they can possibly make. But no matter how crazy the idea of making out in public toilet is, Ryo doesn't seem to be able to care about it - even if he knows it's just wrong, he can't say no. Not when Ohkura's warm, skillful tongue is running along the rim of his ear, making a shivering and whimpering mess out of him, all thanks to teasing one of his most sensitive spots.
"How nice to see you so submissive and cooperating," Ohkura comments, when indeed Ryo's been following all of his nonverbal hints. Whether it's spreading legs, kicking off the shoes or touching the specific spot on his bare skin, Ryo had been doing everything Ohkura asked him to, obviously too lost in sensations, almost forgotten over past weeks, to care about his own exaggerated pride.
"Shut up," he snaps back, biting Ohkura's hand he was steadying himself on, resting it on the wall right beside Ryo's head. The younger man furrows his brows at the action, hissing softly at the light pain.
"Don't," he says, stopping movements of his hand on the bare skin of Ryo's stomach. "You're weak and tired, you shouldn't waste your last energy just like that," smiling, he takes a step back and sits on the closed lavatory pan, his legs spread wide, making a perfect place to pull Ryo closer. Now, looking at him from the bottom, he knows Ryo must feel somewhat superior - but no, that's not what Ohkura has in his mind. His plan for this evening is a whole lot different.
Ohkura lowers his head a bit, just a few millimetres he needs to make contact with Ryo's skin, soft and sensitive under his wet lips, trailing vague paths on his stomach. He moves his tongue along the band of Ryo's jeans, leaning incredibly low on his hips thanks to the undone belt - and for that action, Ryo can't help but tangle his fingers into Ohkura's hair, trying his best in not making any louder sounds than low, muffled noises flowing out of his throat.
It's sudden, unexpected and takes only mere two seconds for Ohkura to tug at Ryo's both jeans and underwear, and take him in his mouth without any sound - except for the older one's yelp of surprise and fever, expressed both vocally and verbally, with hand tightening in Ohkura's hair, pulling at them almost painfully.
Ohkura holds the base of Ryo’s cock with one hand while slipping the head between his lips. The heat and dampness of Ohkura’s mouth has Ryo moaning, completely forgetting about where they are. And it becomes only more and more intense when Ohkura is sucking lightly, slowly letting more of his length slide into his mouth.
Wet, lewd sounds of the younger one's mouth on his cock makes Ryo think that this can’t be real. It seems so unfamiliar, so unreal for him to give himself up so easily, to abandon his rules of privacy he used to cherish so much. But suddenly Ohkura is sucking again - sucking even harder than before - and Ryo knows there is no way for this to not be real. More than that, he can't help but think, that right now he's experiencing the best blowjob in his entire life - even if he had done it with Ohkura a few times earlier. Well, he always had it in him, the potential and skills - but this time he exceeds even himself. Or maybe is it the place that makes the whole thing a lot better? Or Ryo's tiredness, lack of time and distress? He has no idea, and honestly, it's not like he cares about it in this moment. The only thing that matters right now is Ohkura and his mouth, and soft noises he’s making, and his hands caressing his thighs. He seems to know so well where to lick, where to lightly scrape his teeth at, and where to suck. He knows what to do with his hands, and above all, he's perfectly aware of what sounds are making the whole thing even better, making Ryo's arousal grow even bigger.
One second, there is something burning inside Ryo's belly, causing him to have a sudden convulsion. It's like his body can't be controlled by him anymore, and both him and Ohkura know this sensation too well to get tricked by it. That's why Ohkura's letting Ryo's cock slide out of his mouth with a sloppy, wet sound - not loud enough to be heard outside the toilet, but loud enough to be heard by Ryo, trembling on his weak legs, overwhelmed by strong arousal.
"Gods, Ryo," Ohkura says, his voice low and hoarse, "You look so incredibly hot. It makes me feel like torturing you like that forever, you know?" He pulls Ryo a bit stronger than before, and it’s enough for Ryo’s legs to give up immediately, falling down on Ohkura's bare lap astride. He catches his lips immediately, tasting the slight saltiness of his sweat lingering on them, next tangible prove for his arousal. Much to Ryo's delight, he grabs their cocks, his hand big enough to hold both of them - and how awesome it feels to be grinding against each other, an intimacy of the highest order, the one that makes you numb and senseless. In his state of mind, slumping onto Ohkura's body and leaning his head on his shoulder, he doesn't even care about hand creeping down his back. He's tensing a bit when the younger one pulls inside him one, slick finger - and then the next one, and again - but there is too many sources of great distraction for him to concentrate on the small tings of pain. Ohkura's mouth, his hand, dirty words whispering in his ear and promises of the upcoming pleasure - this all is enough to relax him and distract from whatever unpleasant feelings are waiting for him.
"Damn, Ohkura," Ryo says after a while, sounding almost annoyed when his lover's fingers are doing great, but easily getting boring job inside him. "Will you fuck me at last, or should I do something to hurry you?"
"What kind of attitude is it, Ryo-chan?" Ohkura asks, stopping all his movements, much to Ryo's displeasure. "Shouldn't you be grateful and meek instead of bitching around as you always do? You know, it's not like you'll be able to fuck there all by yourself if I decide to leave you thanks to your behaviour," he answers, pulling out his fingers out of Ryo, making him yelp softly. "Besides," he adds, leaning his back against the toilet cistern, ceramics cold against his skin. "It's me helping you, not the other way round," gripping Ryo's buttcheecks, he lifts him up a bit, positioning himself skilfully, "Which means it's me who's setting up the rules," he ends with a strong accent of his hips darting up, his erection slipping into Ryo in one, swift movement.
Ryo leans forward in an instant, gripping Ohkura's shoulders and sinking his teeth in the skin on his neck, not letting the loud scream escape his mouth. The younger one stills him with hands on his slim hips, caressing the skin with his thumbs and breathing through gritted teeth.
"Just don't stress yourself," Ohkura breathes huskily, smiling softly against Ryo's hair, who gives him a small nod right before moving his hips in a small circles, adjusting to Ohkura's length. Soon, Ryo's lips finds the younger one's, kissing him almost desperately as he lifts himself slowly, only to slide back down a second later, repeating the action a few times before straightening his back while steadying himself on hands still resting on Ohkura's shoulders.
"So irresistible," Ohkura comments, watching Ryo through his half-lidded eyes. "So desperate, and so fucking sexy," he lifts his hips up, just in time to meet Ryo's ones halfway, increasing the impact of their contact, "That's my Ryo-chan."
He's watching in amazement at how Ryo moves on his lap. Aggressive and desperate, yet so graceful. Pearly drops of sweat are running down his face, chest and abdomen, disappearing somewhere in his navel or continuing their way even lower, falling down on Ohkura's thighs. His skin is damp and shiny in the pale light of small toilet cabin, and the smell all over them is pure Ryo, his cologne mixed with alcohol, cigarettes and sweat - the mixture Ohkura loved smelling so much.
Ohkura grunts deep in his throat, wrapping his hand around the hard flesh of Ryo's cock and starting to stroke it in the pace of their movements. He locks his eyes with Ryo's, and he can't help but lean forward again, just to catch those lips. It's a wet, sloppy and messy kiss, their breaths frantic between their mouths, their moans mingling into one arousing noise, causing both of their senses go completely wild, their passion even stronger.
After a moment, Ohkura has to break away, mouth opening in a silent moan as he feels Ryo's muscles clenching around him in a delicious way. Seeing his smirk, Ohkura knows it's been done on a purpose, Ryo trying to get back at least ounce of his independence and control over his surroundings. But Ohkura doesn't give up for this feeling - suppressing another moan, he grabs Ryo's hips once again, in a strong and firm grip, and gives him a hard thrust, causing Ryo to bite on his lower lip so hard, that it starts bleeding immediately. This only causes Ohkura more excited - he leans in and licks small drops of blood, smiling and humming at the taste of metallic flavour on his tongue.
Moving his hand to Ryo's sweaty back, he pulls the other as close as possible, letting him close his arms behind his neck. There are countless of proves that their wild journey won't last long from now on - their breaths fast, their bodies trembling, their senses burning.
Ohkura speeds up his strokes on Ryo's cock as well as his thrusts, now more shallow, but faster than ever. Both of them wants nothing more than reaching their peak, seeing stars under their closed eyelids and feeling the mixture of sensations reserved only for this kind of activity. And it doesn't take long indeed - mere few seconds to hear Ryo's muffled moans right against Ohkura's skin, Ryo tensing in his arms, final thrust up into younger one's hand and last whimper forming into Ohkura's name escaping his lips. Ohkura is stroking him lazily, playing with softening cock and sticky sperm all over his fingers, purposely extending the time he can spend encircled by Ryo and his body. But he doesn't last long too, body tensing just like Ryo's, last movements frantic and inaccurate, when he comes inside the older one with his name all over his mouth, not caring about someone hearing him right now.
They are a muddle of tangled limbs, ruffled, damp hair and shaky breaths while coming down from their peak. Both slumped down all over the lavatory pan, they’re trying to gather their strengths to get up and clean the mess they both made. Ohkura draws out one of his hands, cupping lightly Ryo's cheek and pulling him closer, right into slow, sensual kiss which turns out to be the great contrast for the past twenty minutes or so.
"Say, Ryo-chan," he starts after breaking the kiss, "I'm a pretty good therapist, together with my methods of relaxation, right?"
Ryo laughs in response, inhaling deeply Ohkura's scent for the last time before rising up to the standing position, feeling a little numb and even more tired, but overall a whole lot better than thirty minutes ago.
"You need some more training, but I'm sure someday you'll master the art of relaxation and relieving stress," he replies, briefly cleaning his abdomen and thighs with toilet paper before putting the clothes on. Ohkura follows him soon after, doing the same thing and stretching with his arms pulled high above his head.
They're standing beside wash-stands, washing their hands and fixing hair, when Ryo suddenly comes up with an idea, "I have first task which will help you mastering your new occupation."
"Oh? And what is it? Don't tell me you want to try it again, this time on a wash-stand," Ohkura smirks in rather devilish way, hinting he wouldn't say no.
"Maybe next time," Ryo puts him off, "You need to go back to the bar and explain to the bartender what happened in those last thirty minutes. I'm sure he's incredibly curious about it."
"Oh shit," Ohkura exclaims, looking at his watch horrified. "What should we say?"
"We? I don't think so," Ryo smirks, watching terrified Ohkura with amusement. "It's you who came up with this and above all, it's you who want to master this whole thing. So go and get it, big boy, I won't hold you back!" he says, and with that, he gets out of the bathroom, his jacket flipped over his shoulder.
Ohkura only curses loudly, seeing the older one leaving pub with the backdoors. And he's already pretty sure that this time it's going to be him, who will have needed someone to make him feel relaxed after he'll manage to explain everything and get out of there.
After many weeks of living like some robot programmed for constant working, he finally decides to say stop, opposing the vicious circle his work put him in. After leaving the drama's set, he's not going back to home, where he should take the script out of his bag and repeat his parts, in the meantime answering to some questions for one of the magazine's regular column. Instead of all of this, he takes a turn left right in from of his apartment, heading to the place he remembers going to pretty often in the past.
The Colorado Pub is one of these places, which are well-known and respected mainly amongst people in the neighbourhood and ones that stops by accidentally, not really planning to do so. Of course, it doesn't mean that this place is not good enough to be really popular. No - most likely, it's the reason why this pub is so special for so many people, keeping it's magical mood and oasis-like atmosphere.
Ryo keeps coming here every time he needs to relax in his favourite way - drinking good alcohol and enjoying equally good music. He has numerous memories tied up especially with this pub - celebrating there his birthday every year, spending time with countless people from work - as well as friends - he already gained the title of regular customer and is known well by personnel, greeting him today right from the entrance, just like they always are.
Ryo nods his head and smiles a little, recognizing his favourite bartender brewing coffee for two young woman sitting by one small table, apparently deciding to drop by after their busy day in work, considering their suits creased and hair buns slightly messed up. Looking around a little more, noticing only a few more clients, Ryo decides to take a seat on a high stool right beside the counter.
"Welcome again, Nishikido-san," says bartender after coming back behind the counter, ready to take his order.
"Double scotch, please," Ryo answers after smiling at the man in response for his greeting. He's too tired to get involved in any kind of talk - and he is greatly thankful for bartender to notice it, since he doesn't try to come into any bigger contact anymore. That's just the next reason why he likes this place and personnel so much.
He takes his glass immediately, feeling almost hungry for some nice alcohol. Or more likely - for relaxation it could give him. Drinking his first gulp - long and quick - he holds it in his mouth a little longer than needed, wanting to feel the well-known burning sensation, which ends in sending chills down his spine. There is a buzzing in his ears afterwards and the world seems to lose it's sharpness, and that's why he simply takes the sudden heat, directed right onto the skin on the back of his neck, as the next effect of the first mouthful of alcohol. But surprisingly, the heat doesn't disappear - quite the contrary, it grows more and more intensive, almost as if someone was getting closer to him... Almost as if someone's body was approaching him, finally touching him and letting him feel it’s weight all over him.
"Drinking alone, Ryo-chan?" he hears, voice familiar even though distorted thanks to being reduced only to low whisper, letting him experience more of this incredible heat. "How selfish of you, not inviting me over, don't you think?"
"Sorry," mumbles Ryo, feeling that embarrassing heat crawling up his face too, when he feels hand trailing slowly up his back, creeping under the jacket once in a while. "It wasn't really planned, more like an impulse, or something," he explains, trying hard to keep cool even while Ohkura's hips grinds against his back in a small, rather natural movement. He wants to question if this was just accidental or purposeful, but even before he manage to do so, his doubts are dissolved when those slender hips are grinding against him once more, and more, and more, each time harder and more intense.
"Impulse," Ohkura repeats, and Ryo knows he's licking his lips, because he can actually feel it, the tip of tongue barely grazing the sensitive skin on his neck. "I know something about these, thanks to one I'm here right now. So I guess I can forgive you this time," he decides, suddenly breaking their physical contact in order to move nearer the counter and smile brightly to the bartender. He orders himself a small beer, almost as if he didn't just act weirdly, entering the pub only to molest Ryo and then leave him all confused, now having to deal not only with his tiredness and frustration, but with arousal too.
"I need to go to the bathroom," the younger man says unexpectedly, right after bartender turns back to the inner counter, pouring light beer in small, glass mug. "Wait here for me together with my order, okay?" he asks, looking at Ryo in rather suspicious way. Ryo knew Ohkura long enough for being able to recognize when there is something weird niggling in this man's head - and now he's pretty much sure that the way he smiles and looks at him isn't normal at all.
He's waiting for him, just like he was asked to. He waits for one minute alone, and then for next ten together with beer, when he starts to look around in order to spot the younger one, probably by the table where some nice girls were seated, talking with them and throwing them his killer-smiles. But he doesn’t see anything like that in the end, so he just continues sitting alone for the next three minutes or so, before the bartender asks him, "Are you sure there is everything okay with your friend? Whatever he's doing there, it takes him long enough to start worrying."
And Ryo agrees, because hell, even if he has some nasty thing going on in his stomach, it's not like he's stupid enough to go out from home and even order beer in that state.
Or maybe he is, Ryo thinks second later, smiling his lop-sided smile.
"I'll go and check up on him," he decides, getting up from his seat and heading to the bathroom located behind the bar. In the meantime he curses himself for being all happy and maybe even excited while seeing Ohkura at first. Because even if he was acting weirdly, he thought of him as one of his best friends - and in such a hard time he's having now, presence and support of his friends is more than welcome. But now, seeing as Ohkura is more of a burden than relief, he can't help but think it would be better if he hadn't came here in the first place.
Ryo enters the bathroom and he stands there for a moment, surprisingly finding out he doesn't see nor hear any single person. It's more like a completely empty room, only slow music playing in the background, and when he decides to walk along the row of four toilets, he starts thinking about Ohkura vanishing in the thin air, or simply running away from him, some kind of a lame joke he knows his friends likes to do at times. But then, when he approaches the last doors, still not hearing a thing, there occurs something he can't really describe - everything so fast, one motion mingling into the other. The first longer sensation he can feel and characterize somehow - is heat. Warm, slightly wet feeling, right on his lips, lingering there together with the smell of well-known cologne mixed with cigarette's smoke.
"Took you long enough," Ohkura snorts after backing away, only a few centimetres that are like nothing in such a small area. His strong arms are pinning Ryo's hands against the wall, it's coolness contrasting so much with Ohkura's burning breath, and his weight is heavy on his own body, in some sweet, delicious way.
One of Ohkura's hands slips away from the older one's shoulder, fingers scraping the fabric of Ryo's jacket and shirt, brushing lightly over the bare fragments of his skin. He trails them along the line of his jaw, to the chin and lower lip, where with his thumb he wipes off the wetness of their saliva. He's smiling one of his mad smiles, looking like a damn demon of whatever it's niggling Ryo's head now, when he closes his lips on the same thumb, licking it up and sighing softly - a melody to Ryo's ears.
"What the hell were you thinking about while coming there?" Ryo asks at last, almost as if sounds escaping Ohkura's throat were triggering his thinking. Of course it's not like he really cares about answer the younger one is about to give him. In fact, he doesn't give a damn about his purpose of being there, at least until he's going to be there just like he is now.
"Helping," Ohkura answers simply, acting as if it was obvious from the very beginning. He laughs softly seeing Ryo's confused expression. "You can be really dense sometimes, Ryo-chan."
Ryo is about to protest against calling him like that, which obviously is unacceptable for him and his pride, but his protests are muffled in an uncontrolled moan, when Ohkura's hand presses on his crotch, obviously aware of Ryo's arousal from the very beginning of their meeting. He leans his head in closer and whispers sensually into Ryo's ear, "I'm going to help relieving your stress."
Ryo doesn't comment on that, feeling that damn hand of his still touching him dangerously near his arousal, almost driving him mad while doing so. Somewhere in the back of his consciousness he knows that it's bad. No, not Ohkura doing these things to him and him taking them without any resistance - he would be insane to think so - but the place where they're doing it. They're in public toilet, separated from everyone only with a thin wall, which for sure won't muffle any sounds they can possibly make. But no matter how crazy the idea of making out in public toilet is, Ryo doesn't seem to be able to care about it - even if he knows it's just wrong, he can't say no. Not when Ohkura's warm, skillful tongue is running along the rim of his ear, making a shivering and whimpering mess out of him, all thanks to teasing one of his most sensitive spots.
"How nice to see you so submissive and cooperating," Ohkura comments, when indeed Ryo's been following all of his nonverbal hints. Whether it's spreading legs, kicking off the shoes or touching the specific spot on his bare skin, Ryo had been doing everything Ohkura asked him to, obviously too lost in sensations, almost forgotten over past weeks, to care about his own exaggerated pride.
"Shut up," he snaps back, biting Ohkura's hand he was steadying himself on, resting it on the wall right beside Ryo's head. The younger man furrows his brows at the action, hissing softly at the light pain.
"Don't," he says, stopping movements of his hand on the bare skin of Ryo's stomach. "You're weak and tired, you shouldn't waste your last energy just like that," smiling, he takes a step back and sits on the closed lavatory pan, his legs spread wide, making a perfect place to pull Ryo closer. Now, looking at him from the bottom, he knows Ryo must feel somewhat superior - but no, that's not what Ohkura has in his mind. His plan for this evening is a whole lot different.
Ohkura lowers his head a bit, just a few millimetres he needs to make contact with Ryo's skin, soft and sensitive under his wet lips, trailing vague paths on his stomach. He moves his tongue along the band of Ryo's jeans, leaning incredibly low on his hips thanks to the undone belt - and for that action, Ryo can't help but tangle his fingers into Ohkura's hair, trying his best in not making any louder sounds than low, muffled noises flowing out of his throat.
It's sudden, unexpected and takes only mere two seconds for Ohkura to tug at Ryo's both jeans and underwear, and take him in his mouth without any sound - except for the older one's yelp of surprise and fever, expressed both vocally and verbally, with hand tightening in Ohkura's hair, pulling at them almost painfully.
Ohkura holds the base of Ryo’s cock with one hand while slipping the head between his lips. The heat and dampness of Ohkura’s mouth has Ryo moaning, completely forgetting about where they are. And it becomes only more and more intense when Ohkura is sucking lightly, slowly letting more of his length slide into his mouth.
Wet, lewd sounds of the younger one's mouth on his cock makes Ryo think that this can’t be real. It seems so unfamiliar, so unreal for him to give himself up so easily, to abandon his rules of privacy he used to cherish so much. But suddenly Ohkura is sucking again - sucking even harder than before - and Ryo knows there is no way for this to not be real. More than that, he can't help but think, that right now he's experiencing the best blowjob in his entire life - even if he had done it with Ohkura a few times earlier. Well, he always had it in him, the potential and skills - but this time he exceeds even himself. Or maybe is it the place that makes the whole thing a lot better? Or Ryo's tiredness, lack of time and distress? He has no idea, and honestly, it's not like he cares about it in this moment. The only thing that matters right now is Ohkura and his mouth, and soft noises he’s making, and his hands caressing his thighs. He seems to know so well where to lick, where to lightly scrape his teeth at, and where to suck. He knows what to do with his hands, and above all, he's perfectly aware of what sounds are making the whole thing even better, making Ryo's arousal grow even bigger.
One second, there is something burning inside Ryo's belly, causing him to have a sudden convulsion. It's like his body can't be controlled by him anymore, and both him and Ohkura know this sensation too well to get tricked by it. That's why Ohkura's letting Ryo's cock slide out of his mouth with a sloppy, wet sound - not loud enough to be heard outside the toilet, but loud enough to be heard by Ryo, trembling on his weak legs, overwhelmed by strong arousal.
"Gods, Ryo," Ohkura says, his voice low and hoarse, "You look so incredibly hot. It makes me feel like torturing you like that forever, you know?" He pulls Ryo a bit stronger than before, and it’s enough for Ryo’s legs to give up immediately, falling down on Ohkura's bare lap astride. He catches his lips immediately, tasting the slight saltiness of his sweat lingering on them, next tangible prove for his arousal. Much to Ryo's delight, he grabs their cocks, his hand big enough to hold both of them - and how awesome it feels to be grinding against each other, an intimacy of the highest order, the one that makes you numb and senseless. In his state of mind, slumping onto Ohkura's body and leaning his head on his shoulder, he doesn't even care about hand creeping down his back. He's tensing a bit when the younger one pulls inside him one, slick finger - and then the next one, and again - but there is too many sources of great distraction for him to concentrate on the small tings of pain. Ohkura's mouth, his hand, dirty words whispering in his ear and promises of the upcoming pleasure - this all is enough to relax him and distract from whatever unpleasant feelings are waiting for him.
"Damn, Ohkura," Ryo says after a while, sounding almost annoyed when his lover's fingers are doing great, but easily getting boring job inside him. "Will you fuck me at last, or should I do something to hurry you?"
"What kind of attitude is it, Ryo-chan?" Ohkura asks, stopping all his movements, much to Ryo's displeasure. "Shouldn't you be grateful and meek instead of bitching around as you always do? You know, it's not like you'll be able to fuck there all by yourself if I decide to leave you thanks to your behaviour," he answers, pulling out his fingers out of Ryo, making him yelp softly. "Besides," he adds, leaning his back against the toilet cistern, ceramics cold against his skin. "It's me helping you, not the other way round," gripping Ryo's buttcheecks, he lifts him up a bit, positioning himself skilfully, "Which means it's me who's setting up the rules," he ends with a strong accent of his hips darting up, his erection slipping into Ryo in one, swift movement.
Ryo leans forward in an instant, gripping Ohkura's shoulders and sinking his teeth in the skin on his neck, not letting the loud scream escape his mouth. The younger one stills him with hands on his slim hips, caressing the skin with his thumbs and breathing through gritted teeth.
"Just don't stress yourself," Ohkura breathes huskily, smiling softly against Ryo's hair, who gives him a small nod right before moving his hips in a small circles, adjusting to Ohkura's length. Soon, Ryo's lips finds the younger one's, kissing him almost desperately as he lifts himself slowly, only to slide back down a second later, repeating the action a few times before straightening his back while steadying himself on hands still resting on Ohkura's shoulders.
"So irresistible," Ohkura comments, watching Ryo through his half-lidded eyes. "So desperate, and so fucking sexy," he lifts his hips up, just in time to meet Ryo's ones halfway, increasing the impact of their contact, "That's my Ryo-chan."
He's watching in amazement at how Ryo moves on his lap. Aggressive and desperate, yet so graceful. Pearly drops of sweat are running down his face, chest and abdomen, disappearing somewhere in his navel or continuing their way even lower, falling down on Ohkura's thighs. His skin is damp and shiny in the pale light of small toilet cabin, and the smell all over them is pure Ryo, his cologne mixed with alcohol, cigarettes and sweat - the mixture Ohkura loved smelling so much.
Ohkura grunts deep in his throat, wrapping his hand around the hard flesh of Ryo's cock and starting to stroke it in the pace of their movements. He locks his eyes with Ryo's, and he can't help but lean forward again, just to catch those lips. It's a wet, sloppy and messy kiss, their breaths frantic between their mouths, their moans mingling into one arousing noise, causing both of their senses go completely wild, their passion even stronger.
After a moment, Ohkura has to break away, mouth opening in a silent moan as he feels Ryo's muscles clenching around him in a delicious way. Seeing his smirk, Ohkura knows it's been done on a purpose, Ryo trying to get back at least ounce of his independence and control over his surroundings. But Ohkura doesn't give up for this feeling - suppressing another moan, he grabs Ryo's hips once again, in a strong and firm grip, and gives him a hard thrust, causing Ryo to bite on his lower lip so hard, that it starts bleeding immediately. This only causes Ohkura more excited - he leans in and licks small drops of blood, smiling and humming at the taste of metallic flavour on his tongue.
Moving his hand to Ryo's sweaty back, he pulls the other as close as possible, letting him close his arms behind his neck. There are countless of proves that their wild journey won't last long from now on - their breaths fast, their bodies trembling, their senses burning.
Ohkura speeds up his strokes on Ryo's cock as well as his thrusts, now more shallow, but faster than ever. Both of them wants nothing more than reaching their peak, seeing stars under their closed eyelids and feeling the mixture of sensations reserved only for this kind of activity. And it doesn't take long indeed - mere few seconds to hear Ryo's muffled moans right against Ohkura's skin, Ryo tensing in his arms, final thrust up into younger one's hand and last whimper forming into Ohkura's name escaping his lips. Ohkura is stroking him lazily, playing with softening cock and sticky sperm all over his fingers, purposely extending the time he can spend encircled by Ryo and his body. But he doesn't last long too, body tensing just like Ryo's, last movements frantic and inaccurate, when he comes inside the older one with his name all over his mouth, not caring about someone hearing him right now.
They are a muddle of tangled limbs, ruffled, damp hair and shaky breaths while coming down from their peak. Both slumped down all over the lavatory pan, they’re trying to gather their strengths to get up and clean the mess they both made. Ohkura draws out one of his hands, cupping lightly Ryo's cheek and pulling him closer, right into slow, sensual kiss which turns out to be the great contrast for the past twenty minutes or so.
"Say, Ryo-chan," he starts after breaking the kiss, "I'm a pretty good therapist, together with my methods of relaxation, right?"
Ryo laughs in response, inhaling deeply Ohkura's scent for the last time before rising up to the standing position, feeling a little numb and even more tired, but overall a whole lot better than thirty minutes ago.
"You need some more training, but I'm sure someday you'll master the art of relaxation and relieving stress," he replies, briefly cleaning his abdomen and thighs with toilet paper before putting the clothes on. Ohkura follows him soon after, doing the same thing and stretching with his arms pulled high above his head.
They're standing beside wash-stands, washing their hands and fixing hair, when Ryo suddenly comes up with an idea, "I have first task which will help you mastering your new occupation."
"Oh? And what is it? Don't tell me you want to try it again, this time on a wash-stand," Ohkura smirks in rather devilish way, hinting he wouldn't say no.
"Maybe next time," Ryo puts him off, "You need to go back to the bar and explain to the bartender what happened in those last thirty minutes. I'm sure he's incredibly curious about it."
"Oh shit," Ohkura exclaims, looking at his watch horrified. "What should we say?"
"We? I don't think so," Ryo smirks, watching terrified Ohkura with amusement. "It's you who came up with this and above all, it's you who want to master this whole thing. So go and get it, big boy, I won't hold you back!" he says, and with that, he gets out of the bathroom, his jacket flipped over his shoulder.
Ohkura only curses loudly, seeing the older one leaving pub with the backdoors. And he's already pretty sure that this time it's going to be him, who will have needed someone to make him feel relaxed after he'll manage to explain everything and get out of there.