One-shot: Without notice
Title: Without notice
Pairings/Characters: Ryo/Shige
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, rimming
Summary: Ryo is tired and Shige is, for once, unannounced.
Notes: originally posted here, 2775 words, mostly pwp
Shige’s had keys to Ryo’s apartment for years now, but he never comes before calling. He calls even when he’s drunk and only wanting to crash at Ryo’s couch. And Ryo has specifically told him he should not call then. Shige always mumbles about not wanting to walk in on things he doesn’t want to see and calls every time.
So it’s a surprise when Ryo falls through his front door and sees Shige walking towards him from his living room.
“Finally,” Shige says, and he’s pulling Ryo’s jacket off him.
Shige smells good.
“Did they at least feed you?” he asks, and Ryo nods, watching Shige as he bends down and tries to untangle the laces on Ryo’s shoes. Ryo was half asleep already when he was tying them up. Ryo presses a palm into the small of Shige’s back-for balance, but for the warmth too. Shige hums, but keeps on fighting with Ryo’s shoes.
There’s no explanation to why Shige’s here right now, but it might have something to do with Ryo having the longest week ever topped with the day to rival the worst days in his life. So Ryo sent a message and then another one, because Shige usually didn’t mind the whining. And because Ryo hasn’t seen him for a while, and all he could do by the forth reshoot of a scene in the cold, cold rain was think of Shige’s warmth.
“So you’re not hungry?” Shige asks, as he gets up, Ryo’s shoes off and safely on a shoe rack.
Ryo shakes his head.
“Let’s get you cleaned up then,” Shige says, almost a whisper, and pulls at Ryo’s hand. Ryo would say his day is improving, but it’s past midnight now, so technically it’s a new day already. He vaguely remembers actually having Saturday off for once. Now there’s Shige’s big palm around his wrist, and his deep voice in Ryo’s apartment. Ryo feels this could be a good Saturday. A good new day.
Shige laughs then, and Ryo forces his eyes to open a little more. They’re in a bathroom now, and Shige’s pulling at his t-shirt, wanting for Ryo to raise his hands.
“Your ability to sleep on your feet is amazing,” he’s saying, laughing some more. Ryo hears the water running.
It wakes him up a little when suddenly he’s sitting in his bathtub, with Shige perched on a little stool behind it, already weeding fingers through Ryo’s hair.
“What are you doing here?” Ryo asks, and Shige laughs again.
“Sorry I didn’t call, but you were texting me, so I knew you weren’t home and- I wanted to be here when you finally get off work.”
“To give me a bath?” Ryo asks, hissing when Shige runs water to wet his hair, and it’s just a tiny bit too warm.”
“Yes. And feed you. And do, you know, whatever it is you need me to do.” Shige sounds a little thoughtful as he massages the shampoo into Ryo’s hair. Ryo sighs and leaves Shige to it for a while, feeling his muscles relax. When Shige’s done with his hair, he reaches for a soft sponge, but Ryo catches his wrist and pulls, leaning backwards and catching Shige’s lips a little with his.
“Get in here with me,” he says.
“Feeling better already?” Shige mocks, breath hot against Ryo’s neck, but he stands up and undresses. He pushes Ryo around and sinks into the water, sitting behind Ryo.
“I’m determined to finish what I’ve started,” he says, already running the sponge up Ryo’s arm.
“I’m not stopping you,” Ryo says, feeling rather cheerful.
Shige’s thorough. Every time Ryo wants to snap at him because that particular spot of him must already be shining from all the scrubbing, Shige moves on to elsewhere. His chin is resting on Ryo’s shoulder when he reaches forward and runs his hands over Ryo’s stomach, and the way his breath tickles Ryo’s ear is almost obscene.
When he came home, Ryo didn’t think he would be capable of any physical activity for the next few hours, maybe days, but right now, he’s changing his mind. He squirms a little, and when Shige just huffs and tries to hold him down, he grabs the edges of the bath and quickly turns around, straddling Shige’s legs.
Shige only looks at him once, and he’s already licking his lips.
“Not so tired anymore?” he asks, but he keeps on rubbing the soap into Ryo’s thighs, fingers slipping higher. When one of his hands strokes Ryo’s cock, Ryo kisses Shige.
“Is this what you need?” Shige teases.
Ryo bites Shige’s lip and finally manages to properly glare at him.
Shige hisses, but there’s laughter in his eyes when Ryo looks at him.
“Let me finish what I’ve started,” Shige says. And it’s infuriating how it’s more an order than anything. Ryo digs his nails into Shige’s sides, but Shige more moans than protests at it. He wraps one hand around Ryo’s waist to keep him close, and Ryo is really too tired to fight him, that’s all. He can have his way for once. Shige’s fingers wander down Ryo’s spine, and his nails scrape over the small bump of Ryo’s ass. Shige’s still very meticulous in his cleaning, his fingers dipping into places Ryo didn’t expect them to. Or not just yet. He bites Shige’s collarbone, and Shige jumps a little, and they rock together for the first time. Somehow, in that moment, every muscle in Ryo’s body relaxes at last.
“Let’s get out of here,” Shige murmurs, and he still sounds like he’s laughing at Ryo, but it’s deeper and laced with something else too.
“I’m not sure I want to move,” Ryo says just to spite him, and because this could work too. He rocks down a little and watches Shige’s eyes darken a little more.
“Up,” Shige’s saying then, and Ryo is suddenly shoved aside, completely under water, as Shige stands up and climbs out of the bath. He’s pulling Ryo out right away and wrapping towels around his and Ryo’s middle. Then he’s rubbing water out if Ryo’s hair and really.
Shige can be so annoying, and slow, and so insufferable, looking like that, dark eyes, fringe falling into his eyes, chest rising with steady breaths, stomach flat. Ryo presses a palm against it. Too flat. Ryo have always liked it soft how it only got when the only thing Shige had time for were exams. And sometimes for Ryo too.
“You’re too skinny. Gain some weight,” Ryo says. No brain to mouth filter. It always gets worse when he’s all loose and tired like this.
“You’re the one to talk,” Shige snorts, but he sounds a bit proud, like it’s a good thing Ryo can feel all his ribs under his skin. Like it’s something special that Ryo noticed. Ryo’s hand moves over to rub at Shige’s hipbone where it’s barely covered by the towel. God, he missed this.
It’s as if Shige’s reading his mind because the next moment he’s leaning down and grabbing Ryo’s jaw, tilting it up and kissing him so hard, full of tongue and teeth and want. Ryo grips Shige’s hips tighter, and he’s not clinging, but it’s a close thing as they move towards his bedroom.
Ryo’s back hits the bed first. He sighs into the kiss and pushes his hips forward, and Shige’s fingers are right there, pulling at those annoying towels. Ryo knew they didn’t really need them from the start. Shige’s hand slides down Ryo’s thigh and then he brings it up, settling better between Ryo’s legs as they kiss and bite and Ryo’s nails scrape down Shige’s back. Shige hisses, but he likes it. Ryo knows. He lets Ryo do it one more time, but then he’s pulling away, licking his lips and leaning close again but lower, mouth pressed against Ryo’s throat then moving down. He bites and licks down Ryo’s chest, and Ryo just enjoys it, head thrown back, one hand on Shige’s shoulder and another in Shige’s hair. If Shige wants to go down on him, Ryo only hopes he gets there soon.
Shige’s tongue flicks against Ryo’s nipple but doesn’t stop there, circling Ryo’s navel then moving lower. There’s going to be an angry red mark where Shige sucks on the soft skin of Ryo’s underbelly. Ryo only grips Shige’s hair tighter because he’s almost there, just a little longer, and it will be perfect. Shige nuzzles Ryo’s thigh, and Ryo wants to tell him to get on with it again when Shige finally, finally licks a wet stripe up his cock.
“Fuck, yes,” Ryo hisses, and tries to guide Shige to do it again, that or just suck Ryo off. He arches towards it, and Shige seems to listen, but then there’s only his palm pressing Ryo’s cock against his stomach while Shige mouths its base and moves down.
“Spread your legs,” he whispers, and Ryo only does it because he can feel those words on his skin and it’s stronger than him. Shige’s pushing his legs up and even more apart then, and his tongue laps over Ryo’s rim. It happens too fast, and Ryo almost jumps out of his skin. He knows from the way Shige hisses that he’s pulling at Shige’s hair too much, but fuck that felt all kinds of wrong.
Shige does it again, holding Ryo’s thighs in a tight grip.
It feels so filthy, but oh so good, and Ryo doesn’t know what to do only he can’t do much like he is right now. He can’t reach much of Shige either, so he grips the sheets instead and tries to breath it out, tries not to squeak when next time Shige’s tongue pushes a little past his rim. But then the tongue pushes deeper, and Ryo feels the whine ripping out of him.
Shige pulls back a little, his breath hot on Ryo’s wet skin. Ryo tries to relax, to look down at Shige as he feels him shift a bit, but then Shige’s licking around the wrinkled muscles again, whispering a soft “relax” before his tongue pushes inside Ryo again. Ryo feels himself shivering, and he’s breathing too fast, and Shige flicks his tongue, in and out. He only slows down when he tries to push deeper, his nose rubbing against Ryo’s skin. It’s overwhelming, the wet heat, Shige’s breathing, now faster too, Shige’s nails digging into Ryo’s thighs as he keeps pushing them further up and holding them out of the way. Ryo’s burning with it, and Shige isn’t letting up. Soon, Ryo is basically fucking himself on Shige’s tongue, and he’s moaning too high. He wants more but doesn’t even know what to ask for.
It’s then Shige groans and pulls away, quickly climbing up and kissing Ryo. He’s sucking on Ryo’s tongue now, and Ryo doesn’t even mind because he’s burning up. Shige’s hands grip Ryo’s elbows, and he’s maneuvering Ryo’s hands to hold Ryo’s thighs on his own.
And who is Shige to do this to Ryo? Ryo pulls at Shige’s lip, biting down on it, and Shige only licks the bitten place and slides down again. Now that his hands are free, one of them strokes Ryo’ cock, and it’s embarrassing just how hard Ryo is, and how much he presses towards Shige’s touch. Ryo hears Shige rummaging around, but before he can say anything about that, Shige’s tongue is back on him, darting in and out of him. But this time, slick finger follows, stretching Ryo a bit, tongue lapping a circle just on the inside of Ryo’s rim.
“Fuck,” Ryo swear, and he almost doesn’t recognize his hoarse voice. His hips move again, and now Shige has two fingers inside him, tongue still licking around them and pushing inside him from time to time. The hand on Ryo’s cock is too slow, and all Ryo wants is to come because he can’t take more of this, more of Shige driving him crazy, making his body shake with want, writhing between his hand and mouth, his spine about to snap.
“Shige. Do something,” he snaps, tries to reach for Shige’s hair. Shige only pushes third finger inside him, deeper, then crooks all of them, pressing against the place that makes Ryo a mess at best of times. Now it just makes him moan up another octave, and he’s going to come like this, anytime now, with Shige’s tongue up his ass.
Shige’s fingers curl around the base of Ryo’s cock, and Ryo feels tears welling up in his eyes.
“Do you like it?” Shige asks breathlessly, staring up at Ryo from in between his legs. Ryo bites his lip and doesn’t answer.
Again, Shige’s tongue presses along his fingers-still deep in Ryo, rubbing against his inner walls. Ryo’s hips jerk. Shige chuckles and pulls his mouth away, watching only his fingers go in and out of Ryo, and Ryo watches him, Shige’s lips, wet and red, cheeks flushed, and tongue peeking out a little.
“Shige do something, or I swear I’m never-”
Shige gives Ryo’s rim one more lick, and Ryo moans instead of finishing his threat. Right after that, Shige crawls up and mouths at the ridge of Ryo’s ear.
“What do you need?” he asks.
Ryo is not going to say it. But he pushes down at Shige’s fingers, and that’s shameful enough-the way his cock twitches from it.
Shige finds Ryo’s mouth again, kisses him, but Ryo doesn’t really care, lets him do whatever, sliding his own tongue against Shige’s while Shige pulls his fingers away and slicks his cock with more lube.
Ryo wraps his legs around Shige, heels digging into his lower back, and he presses down with them, making Shige sink lower. Shige moans into the kiss as his cock pushes into Ryo at last, and yes, that’s it. Ryo’s hands are in Shige’s hair and on Shige’s hip again, and they don’t stop after that, moving right away, rocking together, hard and fast, and so delicious. Shige’s fingers loosen around Ryo’s cock, and his hand relocates to Ryo’s hips.
“Don’t come just yet,” he whispers and presses Ryo into the mattress, hips snapping faster now. They don’t kiss anymore, Shige’s head falling into the crook of Ryo’s neck, his tongue licking at the skin there between the moans. He fucks Ryo so hard that Ryo can only cling to him. He can’t even moan anymore, voice gone and eyes tightly shut, pleasure too much and not enough. He is on the verge of coming, and Shige’s not even touching him-Shige who doesn’t want him to come yet, even though he’s making him feel like he’s going to burst from inside out.
“Shige,” Ryo says, and it’s barely audible, but Shige hears it, probably feels the tension in the way Ryo’s so tight around him because he slides his hand between them. Shige’s fingers wrap around Ryo again, and when his thumb brushes over the head of Ryo’s cock, Ryo’s gone.
Shige is too, almost instantly, biting down on Ryo’s neck and finally slowing down, his whole body lightly rocking them through the orgasm.
It takes Ryo quite a while to catch his breath. His eyes are heavy, and he feels like he could sleep a week, his limbs are loose and his head feels rather empty. When Shige rolls off him, he doesn’t even open his eyes, only feeling Shige clean them with the towel.
When Shige brushes his lips against Ryo’s again, Ryo startles.
“What the fuck was that?” he asks.
Shige grabs the blankets and buries both of them deep in them. “I felt like you needed to let go,” he says at last.
Maybe that is true. “You are an idiot,” Ryo says because he is still wrapping his mind around all of it.
Shige rubs the inside of Ryo’s sore thigh.
“I like having you here unannounced,” Ryo mumbles, rolling over and throwing one leg over Shige. He didn’t mean to say that out loud. But it seems he’s too out of it to control his thoughts spilling from his mouth. “Why do you always call anyway? It’s not like there’s anyone else.”
Shige stiffens. Ryo bites his shoulder because otherwise he would have to bite his own tongue for saying stupid things.
“There hasn’t been anyone else for ages now.” There, now he’s done it.
Shige’s hand wraps around Ryo’s middle so tightly it’s a little uncomfortable.
“I won’t call ahead anymore,” he says.
Ryo is asleep before he manages a smirk.
end
A/N: There was so many typos in the original post because I finished writing this late at night and din't want to think about it anymore, so I just reread it and posted. I'm sorry to anyone who had read it on meme and was disturbed by it ;__; Also oh hi RyoShige.
Pairings/Characters: Ryo/Shige
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, rimming
Summary: Ryo is tired and Shige is, for once, unannounced.
Notes: originally posted here, 2775 words, mostly pwp
Shige’s had keys to Ryo’s apartment for years now, but he never comes before calling. He calls even when he’s drunk and only wanting to crash at Ryo’s couch. And Ryo has specifically told him he should not call then. Shige always mumbles about not wanting to walk in on things he doesn’t want to see and calls every time.
So it’s a surprise when Ryo falls through his front door and sees Shige walking towards him from his living room.
“Finally,” Shige says, and he’s pulling Ryo’s jacket off him.
Shige smells good.
“Did they at least feed you?” he asks, and Ryo nods, watching Shige as he bends down and tries to untangle the laces on Ryo’s shoes. Ryo was half asleep already when he was tying them up. Ryo presses a palm into the small of Shige’s back-for balance, but for the warmth too. Shige hums, but keeps on fighting with Ryo’s shoes.
There’s no explanation to why Shige’s here right now, but it might have something to do with Ryo having the longest week ever topped with the day to rival the worst days in his life. So Ryo sent a message and then another one, because Shige usually didn’t mind the whining. And because Ryo hasn’t seen him for a while, and all he could do by the forth reshoot of a scene in the cold, cold rain was think of Shige’s warmth.
“So you’re not hungry?” Shige asks, as he gets up, Ryo’s shoes off and safely on a shoe rack.
Ryo shakes his head.
“Let’s get you cleaned up then,” Shige says, almost a whisper, and pulls at Ryo’s hand. Ryo would say his day is improving, but it’s past midnight now, so technically it’s a new day already. He vaguely remembers actually having Saturday off for once. Now there’s Shige’s big palm around his wrist, and his deep voice in Ryo’s apartment. Ryo feels this could be a good Saturday. A good new day.
Shige laughs then, and Ryo forces his eyes to open a little more. They’re in a bathroom now, and Shige’s pulling at his t-shirt, wanting for Ryo to raise his hands.
“Your ability to sleep on your feet is amazing,” he’s saying, laughing some more. Ryo hears the water running.
It wakes him up a little when suddenly he’s sitting in his bathtub, with Shige perched on a little stool behind it, already weeding fingers through Ryo’s hair.
“What are you doing here?” Ryo asks, and Shige laughs again.
“Sorry I didn’t call, but you were texting me, so I knew you weren’t home and- I wanted to be here when you finally get off work.”
“To give me a bath?” Ryo asks, hissing when Shige runs water to wet his hair, and it’s just a tiny bit too warm.”
“Yes. And feed you. And do, you know, whatever it is you need me to do.” Shige sounds a little thoughtful as he massages the shampoo into Ryo’s hair. Ryo sighs and leaves Shige to it for a while, feeling his muscles relax. When Shige’s done with his hair, he reaches for a soft sponge, but Ryo catches his wrist and pulls, leaning backwards and catching Shige’s lips a little with his.
“Get in here with me,” he says.
“Feeling better already?” Shige mocks, breath hot against Ryo’s neck, but he stands up and undresses. He pushes Ryo around and sinks into the water, sitting behind Ryo.
“I’m determined to finish what I’ve started,” he says, already running the sponge up Ryo’s arm.
“I’m not stopping you,” Ryo says, feeling rather cheerful.
Shige’s thorough. Every time Ryo wants to snap at him because that particular spot of him must already be shining from all the scrubbing, Shige moves on to elsewhere. His chin is resting on Ryo’s shoulder when he reaches forward and runs his hands over Ryo’s stomach, and the way his breath tickles Ryo’s ear is almost obscene.
When he came home, Ryo didn’t think he would be capable of any physical activity for the next few hours, maybe days, but right now, he’s changing his mind. He squirms a little, and when Shige just huffs and tries to hold him down, he grabs the edges of the bath and quickly turns around, straddling Shige’s legs.
Shige only looks at him once, and he’s already licking his lips.
“Not so tired anymore?” he asks, but he keeps on rubbing the soap into Ryo’s thighs, fingers slipping higher. When one of his hands strokes Ryo’s cock, Ryo kisses Shige.
“Is this what you need?” Shige teases.
Ryo bites Shige’s lip and finally manages to properly glare at him.
Shige hisses, but there’s laughter in his eyes when Ryo looks at him.
“Let me finish what I’ve started,” Shige says. And it’s infuriating how it’s more an order than anything. Ryo digs his nails into Shige’s sides, but Shige more moans than protests at it. He wraps one hand around Ryo’s waist to keep him close, and Ryo is really too tired to fight him, that’s all. He can have his way for once. Shige’s fingers wander down Ryo’s spine, and his nails scrape over the small bump of Ryo’s ass. Shige’s still very meticulous in his cleaning, his fingers dipping into places Ryo didn’t expect them to. Or not just yet. He bites Shige’s collarbone, and Shige jumps a little, and they rock together for the first time. Somehow, in that moment, every muscle in Ryo’s body relaxes at last.
“Let’s get out of here,” Shige murmurs, and he still sounds like he’s laughing at Ryo, but it’s deeper and laced with something else too.
“I’m not sure I want to move,” Ryo says just to spite him, and because this could work too. He rocks down a little and watches Shige’s eyes darken a little more.
“Up,” Shige’s saying then, and Ryo is suddenly shoved aside, completely under water, as Shige stands up and climbs out of the bath. He’s pulling Ryo out right away and wrapping towels around his and Ryo’s middle. Then he’s rubbing water out if Ryo’s hair and really.
Shige can be so annoying, and slow, and so insufferable, looking like that, dark eyes, fringe falling into his eyes, chest rising with steady breaths, stomach flat. Ryo presses a palm against it. Too flat. Ryo have always liked it soft how it only got when the only thing Shige had time for were exams. And sometimes for Ryo too.
“You’re too skinny. Gain some weight,” Ryo says. No brain to mouth filter. It always gets worse when he’s all loose and tired like this.
“You’re the one to talk,” Shige snorts, but he sounds a bit proud, like it’s a good thing Ryo can feel all his ribs under his skin. Like it’s something special that Ryo noticed. Ryo’s hand moves over to rub at Shige’s hipbone where it’s barely covered by the towel. God, he missed this.
It’s as if Shige’s reading his mind because the next moment he’s leaning down and grabbing Ryo’s jaw, tilting it up and kissing him so hard, full of tongue and teeth and want. Ryo grips Shige’s hips tighter, and he’s not clinging, but it’s a close thing as they move towards his bedroom.
Ryo’s back hits the bed first. He sighs into the kiss and pushes his hips forward, and Shige’s fingers are right there, pulling at those annoying towels. Ryo knew they didn’t really need them from the start. Shige’s hand slides down Ryo’s thigh and then he brings it up, settling better between Ryo’s legs as they kiss and bite and Ryo’s nails scrape down Shige’s back. Shige hisses, but he likes it. Ryo knows. He lets Ryo do it one more time, but then he’s pulling away, licking his lips and leaning close again but lower, mouth pressed against Ryo’s throat then moving down. He bites and licks down Ryo’s chest, and Ryo just enjoys it, head thrown back, one hand on Shige’s shoulder and another in Shige’s hair. If Shige wants to go down on him, Ryo only hopes he gets there soon.
Shige’s tongue flicks against Ryo’s nipple but doesn’t stop there, circling Ryo’s navel then moving lower. There’s going to be an angry red mark where Shige sucks on the soft skin of Ryo’s underbelly. Ryo only grips Shige’s hair tighter because he’s almost there, just a little longer, and it will be perfect. Shige nuzzles Ryo’s thigh, and Ryo wants to tell him to get on with it again when Shige finally, finally licks a wet stripe up his cock.
“Fuck, yes,” Ryo hisses, and tries to guide Shige to do it again, that or just suck Ryo off. He arches towards it, and Shige seems to listen, but then there’s only his palm pressing Ryo’s cock against his stomach while Shige mouths its base and moves down.
“Spread your legs,” he whispers, and Ryo only does it because he can feel those words on his skin and it’s stronger than him. Shige’s pushing his legs up and even more apart then, and his tongue laps over Ryo’s rim. It happens too fast, and Ryo almost jumps out of his skin. He knows from the way Shige hisses that he’s pulling at Shige’s hair too much, but fuck that felt all kinds of wrong.
Shige does it again, holding Ryo’s thighs in a tight grip.
It feels so filthy, but oh so good, and Ryo doesn’t know what to do only he can’t do much like he is right now. He can’t reach much of Shige either, so he grips the sheets instead and tries to breath it out, tries not to squeak when next time Shige’s tongue pushes a little past his rim. But then the tongue pushes deeper, and Ryo feels the whine ripping out of him.
Shige pulls back a little, his breath hot on Ryo’s wet skin. Ryo tries to relax, to look down at Shige as he feels him shift a bit, but then Shige’s licking around the wrinkled muscles again, whispering a soft “relax” before his tongue pushes inside Ryo again. Ryo feels himself shivering, and he’s breathing too fast, and Shige flicks his tongue, in and out. He only slows down when he tries to push deeper, his nose rubbing against Ryo’s skin. It’s overwhelming, the wet heat, Shige’s breathing, now faster too, Shige’s nails digging into Ryo’s thighs as he keeps pushing them further up and holding them out of the way. Ryo’s burning with it, and Shige isn’t letting up. Soon, Ryo is basically fucking himself on Shige’s tongue, and he’s moaning too high. He wants more but doesn’t even know what to ask for.
It’s then Shige groans and pulls away, quickly climbing up and kissing Ryo. He’s sucking on Ryo’s tongue now, and Ryo doesn’t even mind because he’s burning up. Shige’s hands grip Ryo’s elbows, and he’s maneuvering Ryo’s hands to hold Ryo’s thighs on his own.
And who is Shige to do this to Ryo? Ryo pulls at Shige’s lip, biting down on it, and Shige only licks the bitten place and slides down again. Now that his hands are free, one of them strokes Ryo’ cock, and it’s embarrassing just how hard Ryo is, and how much he presses towards Shige’s touch. Ryo hears Shige rummaging around, but before he can say anything about that, Shige’s tongue is back on him, darting in and out of him. But this time, slick finger follows, stretching Ryo a bit, tongue lapping a circle just on the inside of Ryo’s rim.
“Fuck,” Ryo swear, and he almost doesn’t recognize his hoarse voice. His hips move again, and now Shige has two fingers inside him, tongue still licking around them and pushing inside him from time to time. The hand on Ryo’s cock is too slow, and all Ryo wants is to come because he can’t take more of this, more of Shige driving him crazy, making his body shake with want, writhing between his hand and mouth, his spine about to snap.
“Shige. Do something,” he snaps, tries to reach for Shige’s hair. Shige only pushes third finger inside him, deeper, then crooks all of them, pressing against the place that makes Ryo a mess at best of times. Now it just makes him moan up another octave, and he’s going to come like this, anytime now, with Shige’s tongue up his ass.
Shige’s fingers curl around the base of Ryo’s cock, and Ryo feels tears welling up in his eyes.
“Do you like it?” Shige asks breathlessly, staring up at Ryo from in between his legs. Ryo bites his lip and doesn’t answer.
Again, Shige’s tongue presses along his fingers-still deep in Ryo, rubbing against his inner walls. Ryo’s hips jerk. Shige chuckles and pulls his mouth away, watching only his fingers go in and out of Ryo, and Ryo watches him, Shige’s lips, wet and red, cheeks flushed, and tongue peeking out a little.
“Shige do something, or I swear I’m never-”
Shige gives Ryo’s rim one more lick, and Ryo moans instead of finishing his threat. Right after that, Shige crawls up and mouths at the ridge of Ryo’s ear.
“What do you need?” he asks.
Ryo is not going to say it. But he pushes down at Shige’s fingers, and that’s shameful enough-the way his cock twitches from it.
Shige finds Ryo’s mouth again, kisses him, but Ryo doesn’t really care, lets him do whatever, sliding his own tongue against Shige’s while Shige pulls his fingers away and slicks his cock with more lube.
Ryo wraps his legs around Shige, heels digging into his lower back, and he presses down with them, making Shige sink lower. Shige moans into the kiss as his cock pushes into Ryo at last, and yes, that’s it. Ryo’s hands are in Shige’s hair and on Shige’s hip again, and they don’t stop after that, moving right away, rocking together, hard and fast, and so delicious. Shige’s fingers loosen around Ryo’s cock, and his hand relocates to Ryo’s hips.
“Don’t come just yet,” he whispers and presses Ryo into the mattress, hips snapping faster now. They don’t kiss anymore, Shige’s head falling into the crook of Ryo’s neck, his tongue licking at the skin there between the moans. He fucks Ryo so hard that Ryo can only cling to him. He can’t even moan anymore, voice gone and eyes tightly shut, pleasure too much and not enough. He is on the verge of coming, and Shige’s not even touching him-Shige who doesn’t want him to come yet, even though he’s making him feel like he’s going to burst from inside out.
“Shige,” Ryo says, and it’s barely audible, but Shige hears it, probably feels the tension in the way Ryo’s so tight around him because he slides his hand between them. Shige’s fingers wrap around Ryo again, and when his thumb brushes over the head of Ryo’s cock, Ryo’s gone.
Shige is too, almost instantly, biting down on Ryo’s neck and finally slowing down, his whole body lightly rocking them through the orgasm.
It takes Ryo quite a while to catch his breath. His eyes are heavy, and he feels like he could sleep a week, his limbs are loose and his head feels rather empty. When Shige rolls off him, he doesn’t even open his eyes, only feeling Shige clean them with the towel.
When Shige brushes his lips against Ryo’s again, Ryo startles.
“What the fuck was that?” he asks.
Shige grabs the blankets and buries both of them deep in them. “I felt like you needed to let go,” he says at last.
Maybe that is true. “You are an idiot,” Ryo says because he is still wrapping his mind around all of it.
Shige rubs the inside of Ryo’s sore thigh.
“I like having you here unannounced,” Ryo mumbles, rolling over and throwing one leg over Shige. He didn’t mean to say that out loud. But it seems he’s too out of it to control his thoughts spilling from his mouth. “Why do you always call anyway? It’s not like there’s anyone else.”
Shige stiffens. Ryo bites his shoulder because otherwise he would have to bite his own tongue for saying stupid things.
“There hasn’t been anyone else for ages now.” There, now he’s done it.
Shige’s hand wraps around Ryo’s middle so tightly it’s a little uncomfortable.
“I won’t call ahead anymore,” he says.
Ryo is asleep before he manages a smirk.
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A/N: There was so many typos in the original post because I finished writing this late at night and din't want to think about it anymore, so I just reread it and posted. I'm sorry to anyone who had read it on meme and was disturbed by it ;__; Also oh hi RyoShige.