[rp log] [Ryoma, Kippei] [part 2]
For completeness' sake, since the community is now locked so that even I can't get into the log.
[second part of the Halloween log | first part here]
It was probably the fact that Kippei stood taller than nearly anyone else more than Ryoma being hot that got John's attention and he waved them over. "Go on in, man," he said cheerfully. Kippei slapped him on the shoulder and gestured for Ryoma to proceed him into the club.
"Good friend of yours?" Ryoma asked, letting himself be hustled into the club, blinking at the change in lighting. The loud beat of the music throbbed throughout the air, making him itch to get down to the dancefloor. He shifted slightly, looking back at Kippei.
Kippei shrugged, pressing his palm to Ryoma's lower back. "He's on the team with me, which is why I knew he wouldn't give us a hard time." He made them stop so he could check their coats, shuffling his wallet around and pulling out a mint just in case. He offered the tin of Altoids to Ryoma just in case.
Ryoma blinked and took one, since they were being offered, and shifted impatiently. "Dance?"
"After you, princess," Kippei said with a grin. "I'm just along for the ride." And from the looks of things, it would be well worth it. Ryoma seemed quite impatient to begin and Kippei certainly couldn't blame him.
It would have served Kippei right if Ryoma had been cruel enough to toss out a line like, 'Stick with me, and I'll show you a real ride,' for the express purpose of giving him a heart attack, but Ryoma refrained in favour of sending Kippei a darkly promising look, and towing them towards the crowded dance floor. Dance now, maim later.
Kippei answered with a look of fierce joy. Yes, this is what he'd been wanting. Ryoma would probably taunt and tease him all night and then leave him high and dry but as he'd said... he was just here for the ride. He pressed up close as they pushed through the crush of bodies, one arm wrapped proprietarily across Ryoma's waist. He hoped that Ryoma didn't have plans to dance with anyone else. That would not be acceptable.
Taking a quick look at Kippei over his shoulder, Ryoma deliberately placed his hands on the arm Kippei had around his waist, and ground against him. Then abruptly broke away, skittering a few steps away to smirk challengingly at Kippei.
Kippei's eyes narrowed in pleasure. Oh, the princess wanted to play? Well, he was game. The beat was hard and unforgiving, thundering through the room like an awkward pulse. It took Kippei a moment, as it always did, to catch the rhythm with his body but then he had it. His hips moved fluidly, his body becoming saturated as he danced, his eyes caught on Ryoma's challenging stare.
Ryoma's eyes half-closed, pleased that Kippei was willing to play along. He let his body move to the music, swaying slowly closer to Kippei but remaining out of reach. Though, come to think of it, he wasn't quite sure that he liked the looks that other people were giving Kippei, squashing the urge to somehow... stake a claim.
It was excruciatingly painful to watch Ryoma and not touch him, just as Kippei had known it would be. And if any of the idiots around them laid so much as a finger... well, Kippei wasn't going to be responsible for the consequences. Ryoma was his, whether he liked it or not. He let his eyes narrow a bit, losing some of his tension to the music.
Hmm. Kippei wasn't touching. Kippei wasn't even trying to touch. Eyes narrowing further, Ryoma considered exactly how much he could push this, coming in even closer. Closer... closer... Until he could brush against Kippei, lightly, moving away a second after making contact.
As Ryoma came within arms reach, Kippei slipped his hands out, resting them comfortably on Ryoma's hips. "Where do you think you're going, princess?" He asked, a proprietary gleam in his eyes. "Give us a kiss first."
"Earn it," Ryoma challenged, hips not stopping their movement, taking the opportunity to step a little closer.
Kippei pressed close, meeting Ryoma's rhythm and matching it. His hands smoothed their way up Ryoma's chest and over his shoulders, into his hair. "Haven't I?" He asked, leaning in and pressing his cheek to Ryoma's forehead.
"... Perhaps," Ryoma breathed, and reached up to loop his arms around Kippei's neck, sliding a hand into his hair to pull him down for a kiss proper.
Kippei made a soft pleased noise in the back of his throat. He tugged Ryoma closer, still dancing as they kissed. "I'm going to kill the first person that touches you who isn't me," he murmured. "Just so you know. You're too fucking gorgeous for your own good."
"Hm," Ryoma murmured non-committally, pressing himself as close to Kippei as possible through their layers of clothing. "Don't kill random strangers, dearest. Jail wouldn't be a fun place, and I know you prefer being on top."
"The only person I'd even think about making an exception for is you," Kippei muttered. He was pretty sure Ryoma knew that already. "So long as you don't let them, we're okay." He slid his fingers up under the hem of Ryoma's shirt a bit, trying to get at the silky smooth skin he knew to be underneath.
"If someone touches me against my will, I'll skin them alive myself," Ryoma promised, with a feral smile that was all teeth, face against the crook between Kippei's neck and shoulder. Pushing the cloth of Kippei's shirt away, he bit down gently, then licked.
Kippei moaned happily, his fingers flexing and pulling. He loved dancing with a partner, especially a partner he was fucking. It made everything so much more sensual, carnal. Around them, the crowd ebbed and flowed, the other dancers taking part in the same sort of rhythm. "I'm a lucky exception then?"
"If I'd minded your touching, you'd know." From the bloodshed, and gratuitous violence, likely. "I can make what I want very clear." Heedless of anyone watching, Ryoma pulled Kippei down for another kiss.
Kippei groaned into Ryoma's mouth. He had no doubts just how lucky he was. None. He thanked god more frequently than he would admit to out loud. With a nip just this side of too rough, he ground into Ryoma's hips a bit more. "Oh I know, princess. I know."
"Good," Ryoma said fiercely, more possessive then he would ever admit to. Closing his eyes, he let Kippei direct their movements, content to let... whatever this was... build. For the moment, at least.
Kippei wondered, in a vague sort of way, what they looked like. He didn't have much of a mental image of himself, but he could see Ryoma clearly when he closed his eyes. His body was slender and he moved in a slinky, sexy sort of way. Rubbing up against Kippei like it had no affect on him at all. Kippei wasn't so lucky. But then, he *had* planned to be frustrated. He just had to keep reminding himself of that.
Dancing close against Kippei, Ryoma could practically feel his hard won control starting to slip. Which, really, wouldn't be any fun at all. After letting himself enjoy Kippei's hold for a few more seconds, Ryoma abruptly moved a step away, to look up at Kippei. "Didn't you say something about plying me with alcohol?" Trying to present his usual blank façade, he raised an eyebrow, ignoring the fact that he could feel that his cheeks were pink.
It took Kippei two or three tries before his mouth was even going to *think* about working. "Ah, yeah," he mumbled. "You want to take a break and get something to drink?" In a way, it was a very good idea to break apart and regroup. But then, there was that stubborn part of Kippei that would have been perfectly happy to shag on the dance floor.
"A drink would be good," Ryoma agreed, turning around quickly to lead the way towards the bar. A drink would be better then breaking that agreement about no public indecency and nudity on the dancefloor. Subtly, he fanned his face, feeling the slightest bit overheated.
Kippei placed his hand against Ryoma's lower back, letting him lead the way to the bar. Damned if he was about to let Ryoma too far out of his grasp though. "Do you know what you want?" He leaned down to murmur in Ryoma's ear, placing a kiss on his neck as well.
"Not sex in a public place," Ryoma muttered back, though he tilted his head to give Kippei better access, before speaking up louder. "Something. Anything. Something cold. I don't mind."
"Alcohol? Or no? Give me something to go with and I'll order you something nice," Kippei promised. He slid his hands around, framing Ryoma's hips with his palms. "Something fruity? I know you like those sodas..." It was, he thought, a very good thing that his mother was still depositing money into his account.
"Something sweet," Ryoma specified, resting his hands lightly over Kippei's, not quite leaning back. "Alcoholic, if you're planning on getting me drunk." There was a light thread of humour in his voice, but the alcohol would be convenient for blaming his actions on. If he had to.
"Daiquiri?" Kippei asked. "I think you'll like that." He nipped Ryoma's neck in a half-bite half-kiss and then extracted himself to lean against the bar. Calling the bartender's attention, he gave his order and then turned around to stare lazily at his boyfriend.
Ryoma stared back in impromptu challenge, musing for the odd second about doing something to give Kippei something worth staring at. But he wasn't anywhere near drunk enough to try that yet.
"If you like." Kippei followed lazily, watching Ryoma's hips sway to the music as he walked. It was... rather entrancing. He wondered what other drinks he could convince Ryoma to try before the night was though. He took a sip of his jack and coke, thinking wistfully about body shots... probably not this night, but maybe some other time if he could convince Ryoma out again.
Ryoma staked a claim on an empty table, glaring at the guy at the next table whose eyes had lingered too long. "Here?" He put his drink down and slid into a chair without waiting for confirmation. Now, to just get through this without having to throw his drink over someone.
"Sure," Kippei agreed, sliding one of the other chairs closer. He took another sip of his drink and let his hands wander up Ryoma's thigh. "You look so bloody hot out there. I don't think I tell you enough but you're an 'effing pretty boy, princess. You're really going to stress my limits."
"Princess, darling, and now pretty," Ryoma grumbled, letting Kippei touch unchallenged for the moment. "One day, someone's going to teach you to not call people names. But you... weren't bad, yourself."
"They're *nice* names," Kippei protested. "Would you rather I call you something else? I could say 'you're a real swell bloke, Ryoma' but that just doesn't have the same ring now." His fingers flexed a little and he managed to keep them where they were instead of sliding them a bit to the right like he may have liked to.
"'Swell bloke'?" Ryoma's eyebrow twitched and he wrinkled his nose. "I could live without that, too. Should I just give up while I'm not too far behind?" Lazily, he took another sip of his drink, and stretched firmer into Kippei's touch.
"What's so bad about being pretty, though?" Kippei asked, leaning in to taste the strawberry flavour on Ryoma's lips. "At least one of us is, right?" He grinned humourlessly. "Somehow I just don't think that I could pull it off."
"Your ego doesn't need pandering to," Ryoma said, quickly bringing his hand to the back of Kippei's neck, to keep them face to face. "Because I refuse to believe that you don't know how much-" I "-people want you." Since they were already so close, Ryoma pulled Kippei in for a slower, longer kiss. "And pretty's for describing girls and flowers and... and not me."
"How should I describe you then?" Kippei murmured into their kiss. He'd been right about one thing when they first me: Ryoma's mouth was dangerous in all the best possible ways. "I don't like 'handsome'. That doesn't suit you either." He licked at Ryoma's lips, fingers carding through his hair.
"Average works," Ryoma said, lowering his eyelashes to peer through them. "And you used bratty before." And sex on toast. "I'm sure you're inventive enough to think of something." Before Ryoma was driven to think of adjectives that fit Kippei.
"You could never be average, Princess. Even if you tried." Kippei grinned, finishing the last of his drink. "And you are a brat, but that's a personality thing, not an appearance thing. Well. I think you're pretty, even if you don't like it," he said decisively, planting a loud kiss on Ryoma's cheek. "So there."
Ryoma sniffed, and turned to his own drink. "If I didn't know you, and ignored about half of what you just said, I could almost take that as a compliment. Almost. Does that mean I can call you 'cute'?"
"If you honestly feel the need to." Kippei grinned almost sheepishly. "I'll think you're full of it, but you can go ahead and say it if you like." Who knew it would be such a problem just to say something nice to Ryoma? Well, it shouldn't have surprised Kippei at all. If there was a way for Ryoma to be difficult about something, chances were he'd find it.
Finishing his drink, Ryoma turned to Kippei and deliberately patted his cheek with a hand that was cold and damp with the condensation from his drink. "You can be... surprisingly... cute. Sweet," he admitted, ducking his head and quickly pulling away. "Dance?"
Kippei snorted. He was fairly certain that was the first time anyone had accused him of being 'sweet'. "If you like," he said, pushing back his chair. The crush of bodies hadn't lessened any and it took a bit of manoeuvring to get Ryoma to a place that Kippei wouldn't worry too much about people groping him. There was to be no groping of his boyfriend by anyone aside from himself.
Ryoma shrugged and let himself be led around without complaint. Sweet when not being an infuriating bastard, though one tended to overshadow the other at time. Not feeling like teasing for the moment, Ryoma stayed close by Kippei, letting the music sweep him away.
Kippei kept one hand close on Ryoma's lower back, pinkie finger dipping just slightly below the waistline. His cheek pressed against Ryoma's hair and they swayed together; rocking in time with the music. It was a little less sexually charged this time around, but no less enjoyable. This was the slow burn instead of the raging fire.
Languidly, Ryoma looped his arms around Kippei's waist, moving in close as he could. Less of the bump and grind this time, though he took the opportunity to pet. Gently. Not seeking bare skin, just yet.
Kippei made a happy noise that was probably lost in the throbbing bass. He lifted his free hand to brush Ryoma's hair back away from his eyes, petting lightly. He was really quite pleased with how things had gone on this date. No bloodshed, though the night was not quite over.
Ryoma practically purred into the touch, debating whether or not to pull Kippei into another kiss. It was nice, just being held like this and dancing close, without any overt sexuality - though he knew fully well how he'd like the night to end. There had been a reason he'd told his roommate not to expect him back tonight.
Kippei leaned forward, brushing his lips gently against Ryoma's in a hesitant caress. This was... romantic. In a sexy, get everything going but don't let it go too far kind of way. "Thank you for coming out with me tonight," he said, pulling just a little tighter around Ryoma's waist. "I've really had fun so far."
"I've had... fun, too," Ryoma admitted softly, hiding his face against the crook of Kippei's neck and shoulder. And he had - no throwing his drink, storming off in a huff, or even minor acts of violence. "Thank you for coming out with me."
Kippei grinned. "Oh, my pleasure princess," he said. And it was and it would be, if things kept going smoothly. If he was lucky, Ryoma would be interested in another sort of dance once his energy here had run dry. Kippei was looking forward to that.
"Your pleasure? We've still got a long way to go and things to do," Ryoma said, little smirk on his lips. Just dancing close was better then Ryoma would ever admit to out loud, but he could feel the heat building up between them. Slowly, he trailed one of his hands up from Kippei's waist, up his back to rest on his neck, pulling Kippei down for a slow and languid kiss.
Kippei kissed back, following Ryoma's lead. That had sounded like a nice little promise there. One he was looking forward to being able to collect. He dropped his hand a little, sliding it along Ryoma's ass and then up to a more 'proper' position along his waist. "Can't wait to get you naked," he purred. "I'm going to lick you from top to bottom."
Ryoma shivered and surged against Kippei - not quite grinding against him. "And here I was thinking that we could play find the piercing again," he said, huskily, more effected then he'd like to show. "But we've got all night to play."
"Don't let me stop you," Kippei said. He thrust back, his thigh pressing between Ryoma's legs. "The two certainly don't have to me mutually exclusive." He licked at Ryoma's mouth some more; sucking his tongue and biting his lips. Ryoma was still sweet flavoured from his drink and burning up. His face was flushed and his eyes just a little glassy. It looked good on him.
"Wouldn't want to do something that you wouldn't like," Ryoma managed, breathing shallow. He shifted to practically straddle Kippei's thigh, still moving to the beat of the music.
Kippei's smile was sharp and dangerous. In the best kind of way. "I'm sure you'd make up for it in that unlikely event." He was barely moving now, trying instead, to hold steady as Ryoma rolled his hips against him. He licked at Ryoma's mouth again, asking for entry.
Ryoma's eyes narrowed slightly, but he couldn't stop the movement of his hips. Instead, he used to hand still resting on Kippei's neck to direct the kiss somewhat, opening his mouth and trying to take control of the kiss.
Control that Kippei gave without a second thought. He gave an encouraging moan and tried to follow Ryoma's lead. "I wanna shag you bad," he said when he had a moment to breath again. He was panting hard; both exertion and Ryoma's kisses taking their toll.
Ryoma hesitated for one wild second, considering whether or not he could actually stand staying at the club and teasing - being teased - for a little while longer. Then rolled his hips against Kippei's thigh once more, slowly and deliberately. "We could... go. Now."
"You wanna?" Kippei pressed his hand to Ryoma's cheek, letting his thumb brush against those lush lips. "Not like I'll protest. I've got some cash," he leaned over and nipped Ryoma's earlobe as he whispered, "we could get a room. No interruptions." And sleeping together in a
bed that fit them. And no one who could complain if he managed to make Ryoma scream. That was a challenge looking to be taken up.
"A... room?" Ryoma repeated, shivering again and pressing closer - harder - against Kippei. Privacy would be nice, and a bed would be good. And now, before he was forced to break his personal promise about sex in bathrooms and alleys. Still, wouldn't it be too expensive, even if Kippei had offered? He could offer to chip in, later, if that wouldn't bruise Kippei's pride. Hm. "... What are we... waiting for?"
Kippei placed one more firm kiss to Ryoma's lips, trying to steal his breath before they were forced to put some distance between them for a while. "You to stop molesting me so I can reasonably let go," he murmured. "Otherwise, I'm not sure it's worth my while."
"Never thought you'd be telling me to stop molesting you," Ryoma said, tiny smirk tilting his lips, though he hadn't quite unwrapped himself from around Kippei yet. Reluctantly, he peeled himself away, moving back a step to try to catch his breath again.
"You're as shocked as I, princess," Kippei said. He gripped Ryoma's wrist, not as gently as he should have, and tugged him towards the exit. He still needed to collect his coat, too. Just little details, to get them out of there and into someplace they could be really, really naked together. That was the best plan Kippei'd ever heard.
Ryoma trailed behind Kippei, acting surprisingly docile as he struggled to collect himself and regain his cool. Kippei was usually the one that badly effected; not him, and he wasn't sure that he liked this. "Should I be asking why you know where we can get a hotel room," he asked, once they were outside. The cold night air felt good against his flushed cheeks, and he could feel sanity somewhere close.
"Do you really care?" Kippei countered. He tugged Ryoma's hand again, pulling him close and breathing in the scent of him. The reason, of course, was that he'd been here the previous week to make sure it would be okay for them. The hotel he was thinking of was several blocks the other direction. Nice enough that it would be clean and not ghetto, not too nice that it would break the bank.
No. "Maybe," Ryoma replied, smirkily teasing tone. He let himself he tugged close though, stepping in slightly closer when they weren't near enough.
Kippei wrapped an arm around Ryoma, wanting to pick him up because as much as he may protest, Ryoma's legs were just not long enough to go the pace Kippei wanted. "I scoped the bloody neighbourhood," he said. "What else?" He was fairly certain picking Ryoma up would get him killed however, and settled in to be impatient.
"Wondering if I should be-" jealous "-concerned about your usage of love hotels around here," Ryoma teased breathily, since he had to hustle to keep up with the pace that Kippei was setting. Being this short was annoying for so many reasons.
"It's not a love hotel, you prat," Kippei grumbled. "It's just a hotel that's convenient. I suppose I could go looking for a love hotel if you really want..." Though, frankly, the very idea of them made him shudder. This was more special than a love hotel implied. It was lust and hormone on overdrive, for sure. But it wasn't just lust when Kippei wanted to wake up with Ryoma in his arms as much as he wanted to shag him senseless.
Ryoma wrinkled his nose. "No real love hotels," he ordered. "Especially not themed ones." Having half grown-up in Japan, he'd heard things about some of the stranger places. Things that he'd rather not try himself. Grumbling a little - but definitely not pouting - Ryoma tried to figure out how to squeeze closer to Kippei without tripping over their feet.
"It would be completely undignified if I just... hoisted you over my shoulder, wouldn't it?" Kippei asked rhetorically. He could see the entrance to the hotel now, though. It made it a little more difficult, knowing it was barely a block away and unwilling to simply break into a run the way his hormones were encouraging him to.
"That and then we'd have to cut this night short, to get you to a hospital to be treated for blood loss," Ryoma advised sweetly, torn between the conflicting urges to slow down and make Kippei suffer, or to get to a bed as fast as possible.
Kippei grinned, lifting Ryoma's hand to kiss the knuckles. "That would put a bit of a kink in my plans," he said. "I suppose it will have to wait then." He hoped the suggestion hadn't made Ryoma upset. He seemed to be dragging his steps slightly. And wouldn't that be a tremendous irony? To get *thisclose* and then botch it up.
Ryoma grumbled something underneath his breath about neaderthalic behaviour, not loud enough to be fully discerned, but didn't tug his hand away. Then, a tiny half-exasperated, half-fond smirk on his lips, he said louder, "We could possibly save the bloodshed until we've gotten off a few times. Possibly."
"I think that's an eminently practical suggestion," Kippei agreed, holding the door open for Ryoma to proceed him into the lobby. It wasn't the Hilton, but it was certainly not bad at all. Kippei dragged an unresisting Ryoma to the front desk and waited for the clerk to attend them.
While Kippei handled booking the room and such, Ryoma peered around lobby curiously. It looked normal and nice enough, to his inexpert eyes. Hm. Not thinking that he should offer to chip in for the room here and now, he leaned casually against Kippei's side and waited.
Kippei pocketed his key and tugged Ryoma again, leading him to the elevator. They were on the seventh floor, down the hall and tucked in a corner near the ice machine. It was, all things considered, a fortuitous arrangement. The door opened easily and Kippei flicked on the lights. "Not too bad, eh princess?"
Ryoma took the time to kick his shoes off, towards a corner, and nudged the door closed behind them with a sharp click. "It'll do," he granted, wandering off towards the large bed. Testing the springs with one hand, he turned to look at Kippei, raising an eyebrow as if to say 'what now?'
Kippei grinned and began to strip as he crossed the room. "How about getting naked before I reach you?" He suggested, tugging his shirt over his head. No way his fingers were going to fuss about with buttons. "Or would you like to get cleaned up first? I haven't done it in a shower before."
"The romance, it overwhelms," Ryoma grumbled, though his fingers had moved to unbutton his own shirt - much slower then the rate that Kippei was getting dressed. He watched Kippei's progress with unconcealed interest, though, eyes lingering here and there. "Is the shower even big enough?"
Kippei shrugged. "Depends on how acrobatic you want to be. I haven't looked but it's probably okay for some things." He unhooked the button to his trousers and let them drop to the floor, standing in just his underpants. "Want to or no?"
Still fully dressed except for his open shirt, Ryoma ventured close to Kippei, not quite touching. "Don't mind." After everything they'd done, it'd be stupid to feel shy - reserved. Right.
Kippei tugged Ryoma forward by the waistband of his pants and with his opposite hand, pushed the shirt off his shoulders. "Is that a yes or a no, princess?" He asked. He wasn't waiting to get the answer though, tracing his fingers along Ryoma's hips in a decidedly provocative manner.
Ryoma let the shirt fall to the ground without notice, stepping in slightly closer and moving one hand to the back on Kippei's neck to pull him down for a kiss. "We should get dirty first, before using the shower," he murmured against Kippei's lips, sultry light in his eyes.
"Have I mentioned recently that I love you for your mind?" Kippei asked with a grin. There was a teasing light in his eyes as he stared at Ryoma. He might get smacked, but it would be worth it, he thought. "I'm going to pick you up now," he said, Ryoma's only warning. And a second later he'd done just that, his boyfriend cradled in his arms as he strode quickly across the room and then dropped him onto the bed.
Ryoma blinked up at Kippei, slightly stunned as he bounced lightly on the bed. "... I think I need to hit you," he said, casually. "And not in a kinky sadomasochistic way." However, he propped himself up on his elbows and stared imperiously up at Kippei. "Come here."
Kippei was still grinning as he crawled up the bed. "Couldn't help myself," he said as explanation. He slid between Ryoma's outstretched thighs and kissed him gently. "Are you angry?"
"Ask me later," Ryoma muttered, lying back against the mattress. He looped his arms around Kippei's neck, drawing him down with him. "Busy now. Raincheck on the hurting?"
"I'll hold you to that," Kippei said, laughing. He rubbed his nose against Ryoma's cheek and began to kiss him softly, trailing along his jaw. His hands were busy testing the feel of Ryoma's skin. It wasn't their first time, but it was always possible Kippei had missed something before. A little more touching wasn't going to hurt anything.
"You do that," Ryoma practically purred, pressing into both kisses and touch, his own hands wandering down Kippei's back. He squirmed, wanting to get rid of the layers of clothing that still separated them, but unwilling to let Kippei go.
Kippei was happy enough to help divest Ryoma of his remaining clothes. As he continued his kisses, licking and biting at Ryoma's neck now, his fingers had delved a little lower and were beginning to unbutton Ryoma's pants.
Ryoma moaned softly, tossing his head back to give Kippei better access. One hand still explored Kippei's back, the other trailing around to his chest to play with a nipple ring. Roughly, he swiped his tongue over his lower lip, wanting to take one of those nipples in his mouth and taste.
Kippei encouraged Ryoma to flex his hips up, roughly yanking his pants and underwear off as one. He bit at Ryoma's collarbone, licking absently over the mark. His hands roamed over Ryoma's hips, thumbs stroking the sharp points of his hipbones. He moaned happily when
Ryoma tugged on his nipple ring. Yeah, that was just how he liked it.
Once his pants were completely off, Ryoma hooked one leg around Kippei's hips, tugging him down so that they would be pressed flush hip to hip. Arching up, Ryoma used his leg as leverage to grind against Kippei, one hand scrabbling to find purchase in his hair to draw him up for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
Kippei moaned deeply, his fingers mimicking Ryoma's as they tangled in the inky strands. His hips flexed down as well, rubbing his hard cock against Ryoma and feeling the echo of his passion. They really didn't do this enough, he thought. It was never enough.
Ryoma echoed the moan, panting softly when they separated to breathe. "Want you," he mumbled, softly. "To..." He tugged gently on Kippei's hair, and moved his hips against Kippei's meaningfully instead of fully vocalising it.
"All... the way?" Kippei breathed, not sure if it was simply his fevered imagination making up things that he wanted to hear. The blood was rushing past his ears anyway, settling thickly in his groin.
Ryoma nodded, not looking away even though he could feel the colour rising in his cheeks. He thought he was ready to let Kippei do this. After everything else that they'd done.
Kippei's eyes went wide and his hands stroked Ryoma's cheeks a little frantically. "I'll have to... they probably have lotion and I think I still have a condom in my stuff..." he said, mostly speaking to himself. He kissed Ryoma firmly and then again. This was... not expected. It was a wonderful, wonderful gift that in someways, he'd never expected at all. "I... thank you." One more kiss and Kippei slid backwards; moving off the bed to retrieve the things he would need.
Ryoma blinked, lying back and watching the ceiling instead of Kippei gathering... supplies. Just lying there, he felt a little exposed, so sat up - trying in vain not to watch Kippei's back as he moved around. Well. Unconsciously, he bit his lip.
There was, in fact, one last condom in his jacket, and Kippei was fairly certain it had been put there more or less recently. In the bathroom, there was a little bottle of lotion as he'd thought there would be and he brought both items with him when he returned to the bed. He cupped Ryoma's chin in his palm and gave him a deep kiss. "You're all right?"
"Are you trying to talk me out of this?" Ryoma asked, tiny little smile on his lips. He looped his arms around Kippei's shoulders, leaning into his reassuring frame. "I'm fine."
"Trying to make sure you haven't talked yourself out of it, is all," Kippei assured him. He kissed Ryoma again, slowly coaxing his mouth open -- not that it took much -- and tasting him. His hands were gently moving Ryoma's legs into a more practical position; hopefully he was too distracted by the kisses for it to startle him.
"M'not made of glass," Ryoma grumbled between kisses, letting Kippei shift him about without protest. And he wasn't about to say it out loud, but he... trusted Kippei. In this. To stop if he said so, or gave just about any sign of not actually wanting this.
Kippei snorted. "You think that will stop me from treating you the way you deserve?" He asked. "It's your first time, isn't it?" There was no way he would let this be anything less than perfect for Ryoma. Maybe it was a romantic notion, but Kippei thought first times where important. He slid his fingers against Ryoma's cock and down, delving between his legs to touch gently.
"Would that change anything?" Ryoma asked, shifting delicately. A shiver made its way down his spine, and his hand tightened slightly on Kippei's shoulder.
Kippei shrugged, licking the salt sweat taste from Ryoma's shoulder. "Maybe, maybe not." Probably not, he acknowledged to himself. There would be other days when he could take Ryoma hard and fast. He didn't want that right now. He wanted *their* first time to be something
remembered fondly. He pushed Ryoma's leg up a little more, pressing his fingertip against the tight hole.
Ryoma exhaled sharply, rocking back lightly against the pressure. He had the feeling that Kippei was going to go slow, drag this out and drive him quite mad. Lose control.
It was a challenge to get the lotion open, and even more of one to spread enough on his fingers that it didn't immediately soak into the skin. He pressed his thumb there, stroking and gradually applying pressure. "Does it feel good?" He asked. He was laying to the side of Ryoma, their faces even, though Kippei's nose was buried in Ryoma's hair.
"Mmm," Ryoma hummed softly, absently, paying more attention to the sensations running through his body as opposed to Kippei's words. Eyes wide and luminously bright, he reached out his own hand to touch Kippei, stroking featherlight touches where he could reach.
It was an indeterminate period of time later when Kippei had pet and soothed and stretched Ryoma and he was seething with lust and simple *want*. "I'm going to put it in," he murmured. He was kissing Ryoma's face and neck in a rather soppy gesture of affection, but he was fairly certain that Ryoma didn't mind too much. As carefully as he could, he pressed himself forward until he was settled deep within Ryoma's body. His breath came in awkward stutters and he could only think one thing. "You're perfect."
Ryoma didn't reply, eyes wide and unseeing as he clutched tightly at Kippei's shoulders, almost forgetting to breathe since he was so deeply focused on the feel of Kippei. Of Kippei inside of him, hot and hard and sending little frissons of pleasure through his body every
time he so much as breathed. Slowly, slowly adjusting - definitely appreciating Kippei's efforts to hold still - Ryoma's fingers tightened fractionally and he shifted deliberately in an invitation for Kippei to move. Now. There would be time for thinking later, right now all he wanted to do was enjoy the moment.
[second part of the Halloween log | first part here]
It was probably the fact that Kippei stood taller than nearly anyone else more than Ryoma being hot that got John's attention and he waved them over. "Go on in, man," he said cheerfully. Kippei slapped him on the shoulder and gestured for Ryoma to proceed him into the club.
"Good friend of yours?" Ryoma asked, letting himself be hustled into the club, blinking at the change in lighting. The loud beat of the music throbbed throughout the air, making him itch to get down to the dancefloor. He shifted slightly, looking back at Kippei.
Kippei shrugged, pressing his palm to Ryoma's lower back. "He's on the team with me, which is why I knew he wouldn't give us a hard time." He made them stop so he could check their coats, shuffling his wallet around and pulling out a mint just in case. He offered the tin of Altoids to Ryoma just in case.
Ryoma blinked and took one, since they were being offered, and shifted impatiently. "Dance?"
"After you, princess," Kippei said with a grin. "I'm just along for the ride." And from the looks of things, it would be well worth it. Ryoma seemed quite impatient to begin and Kippei certainly couldn't blame him.
It would have served Kippei right if Ryoma had been cruel enough to toss out a line like, 'Stick with me, and I'll show you a real ride,' for the express purpose of giving him a heart attack, but Ryoma refrained in favour of sending Kippei a darkly promising look, and towing them towards the crowded dance floor. Dance now, maim later.
Kippei answered with a look of fierce joy. Yes, this is what he'd been wanting. Ryoma would probably taunt and tease him all night and then leave him high and dry but as he'd said... he was just here for the ride. He pressed up close as they pushed through the crush of bodies, one arm wrapped proprietarily across Ryoma's waist. He hoped that Ryoma didn't have plans to dance with anyone else. That would not be acceptable.
Taking a quick look at Kippei over his shoulder, Ryoma deliberately placed his hands on the arm Kippei had around his waist, and ground against him. Then abruptly broke away, skittering a few steps away to smirk challengingly at Kippei.
Kippei's eyes narrowed in pleasure. Oh, the princess wanted to play? Well, he was game. The beat was hard and unforgiving, thundering through the room like an awkward pulse. It took Kippei a moment, as it always did, to catch the rhythm with his body but then he had it. His hips moved fluidly, his body becoming saturated as he danced, his eyes caught on Ryoma's challenging stare.
Ryoma's eyes half-closed, pleased that Kippei was willing to play along. He let his body move to the music, swaying slowly closer to Kippei but remaining out of reach. Though, come to think of it, he wasn't quite sure that he liked the looks that other people were giving Kippei, squashing the urge to somehow... stake a claim.
It was excruciatingly painful to watch Ryoma and not touch him, just as Kippei had known it would be. And if any of the idiots around them laid so much as a finger... well, Kippei wasn't going to be responsible for the consequences. Ryoma was his, whether he liked it or not. He let his eyes narrow a bit, losing some of his tension to the music.
Hmm. Kippei wasn't touching. Kippei wasn't even trying to touch. Eyes narrowing further, Ryoma considered exactly how much he could push this, coming in even closer. Closer... closer... Until he could brush against Kippei, lightly, moving away a second after making contact.
As Ryoma came within arms reach, Kippei slipped his hands out, resting them comfortably on Ryoma's hips. "Where do you think you're going, princess?" He asked, a proprietary gleam in his eyes. "Give us a kiss first."
"Earn it," Ryoma challenged, hips not stopping their movement, taking the opportunity to step a little closer.
Kippei pressed close, meeting Ryoma's rhythm and matching it. His hands smoothed their way up Ryoma's chest and over his shoulders, into his hair. "Haven't I?" He asked, leaning in and pressing his cheek to Ryoma's forehead.
"... Perhaps," Ryoma breathed, and reached up to loop his arms around Kippei's neck, sliding a hand into his hair to pull him down for a kiss proper.
Kippei made a soft pleased noise in the back of his throat. He tugged Ryoma closer, still dancing as they kissed. "I'm going to kill the first person that touches you who isn't me," he murmured. "Just so you know. You're too fucking gorgeous for your own good."
"Hm," Ryoma murmured non-committally, pressing himself as close to Kippei as possible through their layers of clothing. "Don't kill random strangers, dearest. Jail wouldn't be a fun place, and I know you prefer being on top."
"The only person I'd even think about making an exception for is you," Kippei muttered. He was pretty sure Ryoma knew that already. "So long as you don't let them, we're okay." He slid his fingers up under the hem of Ryoma's shirt a bit, trying to get at the silky smooth skin he knew to be underneath.
"If someone touches me against my will, I'll skin them alive myself," Ryoma promised, with a feral smile that was all teeth, face against the crook between Kippei's neck and shoulder. Pushing the cloth of Kippei's shirt away, he bit down gently, then licked.
Kippei moaned happily, his fingers flexing and pulling. He loved dancing with a partner, especially a partner he was fucking. It made everything so much more sensual, carnal. Around them, the crowd ebbed and flowed, the other dancers taking part in the same sort of rhythm. "I'm a lucky exception then?"
"If I'd minded your touching, you'd know." From the bloodshed, and gratuitous violence, likely. "I can make what I want very clear." Heedless of anyone watching, Ryoma pulled Kippei down for another kiss.
Kippei groaned into Ryoma's mouth. He had no doubts just how lucky he was. None. He thanked god more frequently than he would admit to out loud. With a nip just this side of too rough, he ground into Ryoma's hips a bit more. "Oh I know, princess. I know."
"Good," Ryoma said fiercely, more possessive then he would ever admit to. Closing his eyes, he let Kippei direct their movements, content to let... whatever this was... build. For the moment, at least.
Kippei wondered, in a vague sort of way, what they looked like. He didn't have much of a mental image of himself, but he could see Ryoma clearly when he closed his eyes. His body was slender and he moved in a slinky, sexy sort of way. Rubbing up against Kippei like it had no affect on him at all. Kippei wasn't so lucky. But then, he *had* planned to be frustrated. He just had to keep reminding himself of that.
Dancing close against Kippei, Ryoma could practically feel his hard won control starting to slip. Which, really, wouldn't be any fun at all. After letting himself enjoy Kippei's hold for a few more seconds, Ryoma abruptly moved a step away, to look up at Kippei. "Didn't you say something about plying me with alcohol?" Trying to present his usual blank façade, he raised an eyebrow, ignoring the fact that he could feel that his cheeks were pink.
It took Kippei two or three tries before his mouth was even going to *think* about working. "Ah, yeah," he mumbled. "You want to take a break and get something to drink?" In a way, it was a very good idea to break apart and regroup. But then, there was that stubborn part of Kippei that would have been perfectly happy to shag on the dance floor.
"A drink would be good," Ryoma agreed, turning around quickly to lead the way towards the bar. A drink would be better then breaking that agreement about no public indecency and nudity on the dancefloor. Subtly, he fanned his face, feeling the slightest bit overheated.
Kippei placed his hand against Ryoma's lower back, letting him lead the way to the bar. Damned if he was about to let Ryoma too far out of his grasp though. "Do you know what you want?" He leaned down to murmur in Ryoma's ear, placing a kiss on his neck as well.
"Not sex in a public place," Ryoma muttered back, though he tilted his head to give Kippei better access, before speaking up louder. "Something. Anything. Something cold. I don't mind."
"Alcohol? Or no? Give me something to go with and I'll order you something nice," Kippei promised. He slid his hands around, framing Ryoma's hips with his palms. "Something fruity? I know you like those sodas..." It was, he thought, a very good thing that his mother was still depositing money into his account.
"Something sweet," Ryoma specified, resting his hands lightly over Kippei's, not quite leaning back. "Alcoholic, if you're planning on getting me drunk." There was a light thread of humour in his voice, but the alcohol would be convenient for blaming his actions on. If he had to.
"Daiquiri?" Kippei asked. "I think you'll like that." He nipped Ryoma's neck in a half-bite half-kiss and then extracted himself to lean against the bar. Calling the bartender's attention, he gave his order and then turned around to stare lazily at his boyfriend.
Ryoma stared back in impromptu challenge, musing for the odd second about doing something to give Kippei something worth staring at. But he wasn't anywhere near drunk enough to try that yet.
"If you like." Kippei followed lazily, watching Ryoma's hips sway to the music as he walked. It was... rather entrancing. He wondered what other drinks he could convince Ryoma to try before the night was though. He took a sip of his jack and coke, thinking wistfully about body shots... probably not this night, but maybe some other time if he could convince Ryoma out again.
Ryoma staked a claim on an empty table, glaring at the guy at the next table whose eyes had lingered too long. "Here?" He put his drink down and slid into a chair without waiting for confirmation. Now, to just get through this without having to throw his drink over someone.
"Sure," Kippei agreed, sliding one of the other chairs closer. He took another sip of his drink and let his hands wander up Ryoma's thigh. "You look so bloody hot out there. I don't think I tell you enough but you're an 'effing pretty boy, princess. You're really going to stress my limits."
"Princess, darling, and now pretty," Ryoma grumbled, letting Kippei touch unchallenged for the moment. "One day, someone's going to teach you to not call people names. But you... weren't bad, yourself."
"They're *nice* names," Kippei protested. "Would you rather I call you something else? I could say 'you're a real swell bloke, Ryoma' but that just doesn't have the same ring now." His fingers flexed a little and he managed to keep them where they were instead of sliding them a bit to the right like he may have liked to.
"'Swell bloke'?" Ryoma's eyebrow twitched and he wrinkled his nose. "I could live without that, too. Should I just give up while I'm not too far behind?" Lazily, he took another sip of his drink, and stretched firmer into Kippei's touch.
"What's so bad about being pretty, though?" Kippei asked, leaning in to taste the strawberry flavour on Ryoma's lips. "At least one of us is, right?" He grinned humourlessly. "Somehow I just don't think that I could pull it off."
"Your ego doesn't need pandering to," Ryoma said, quickly bringing his hand to the back of Kippei's neck, to keep them face to face. "Because I refuse to believe that you don't know how much-" I "-people want you." Since they were already so close, Ryoma pulled Kippei in for a slower, longer kiss. "And pretty's for describing girls and flowers and... and not me."
"How should I describe you then?" Kippei murmured into their kiss. He'd been right about one thing when they first me: Ryoma's mouth was dangerous in all the best possible ways. "I don't like 'handsome'. That doesn't suit you either." He licked at Ryoma's lips, fingers carding through his hair.
"Average works," Ryoma said, lowering his eyelashes to peer through them. "And you used bratty before." And sex on toast. "I'm sure you're inventive enough to think of something." Before Ryoma was driven to think of adjectives that fit Kippei.
"You could never be average, Princess. Even if you tried." Kippei grinned, finishing the last of his drink. "And you are a brat, but that's a personality thing, not an appearance thing. Well. I think you're pretty, even if you don't like it," he said decisively, planting a loud kiss on Ryoma's cheek. "So there."
Ryoma sniffed, and turned to his own drink. "If I didn't know you, and ignored about half of what you just said, I could almost take that as a compliment. Almost. Does that mean I can call you 'cute'?"
"If you honestly feel the need to." Kippei grinned almost sheepishly. "I'll think you're full of it, but you can go ahead and say it if you like." Who knew it would be such a problem just to say something nice to Ryoma? Well, it shouldn't have surprised Kippei at all. If there was a way for Ryoma to be difficult about something, chances were he'd find it.
Finishing his drink, Ryoma turned to Kippei and deliberately patted his cheek with a hand that was cold and damp with the condensation from his drink. "You can be... surprisingly... cute. Sweet," he admitted, ducking his head and quickly pulling away. "Dance?"
Kippei snorted. He was fairly certain that was the first time anyone had accused him of being 'sweet'. "If you like," he said, pushing back his chair. The crush of bodies hadn't lessened any and it took a bit of manoeuvring to get Ryoma to a place that Kippei wouldn't worry too much about people groping him. There was to be no groping of his boyfriend by anyone aside from himself.
Ryoma shrugged and let himself be led around without complaint. Sweet when not being an infuriating bastard, though one tended to overshadow the other at time. Not feeling like teasing for the moment, Ryoma stayed close by Kippei, letting the music sweep him away.
Kippei kept one hand close on Ryoma's lower back, pinkie finger dipping just slightly below the waistline. His cheek pressed against Ryoma's hair and they swayed together; rocking in time with the music. It was a little less sexually charged this time around, but no less enjoyable. This was the slow burn instead of the raging fire.
Languidly, Ryoma looped his arms around Kippei's waist, moving in close as he could. Less of the bump and grind this time, though he took the opportunity to pet. Gently. Not seeking bare skin, just yet.
Kippei made a happy noise that was probably lost in the throbbing bass. He lifted his free hand to brush Ryoma's hair back away from his eyes, petting lightly. He was really quite pleased with how things had gone on this date. No bloodshed, though the night was not quite over.
Ryoma practically purred into the touch, debating whether or not to pull Kippei into another kiss. It was nice, just being held like this and dancing close, without any overt sexuality - though he knew fully well how he'd like the night to end. There had been a reason he'd told his roommate not to expect him back tonight.
Kippei leaned forward, brushing his lips gently against Ryoma's in a hesitant caress. This was... romantic. In a sexy, get everything going but don't let it go too far kind of way. "Thank you for coming out with me tonight," he said, pulling just a little tighter around Ryoma's waist. "I've really had fun so far."
"I've had... fun, too," Ryoma admitted softly, hiding his face against the crook of Kippei's neck and shoulder. And he had - no throwing his drink, storming off in a huff, or even minor acts of violence. "Thank you for coming out with me."
Kippei grinned. "Oh, my pleasure princess," he said. And it was and it would be, if things kept going smoothly. If he was lucky, Ryoma would be interested in another sort of dance once his energy here had run dry. Kippei was looking forward to that.
"Your pleasure? We've still got a long way to go and things to do," Ryoma said, little smirk on his lips. Just dancing close was better then Ryoma would ever admit to out loud, but he could feel the heat building up between them. Slowly, he trailed one of his hands up from Kippei's waist, up his back to rest on his neck, pulling Kippei down for a slow and languid kiss.
Kippei kissed back, following Ryoma's lead. That had sounded like a nice little promise there. One he was looking forward to being able to collect. He dropped his hand a little, sliding it along Ryoma's ass and then up to a more 'proper' position along his waist. "Can't wait to get you naked," he purred. "I'm going to lick you from top to bottom."
Ryoma shivered and surged against Kippei - not quite grinding against him. "And here I was thinking that we could play find the piercing again," he said, huskily, more effected then he'd like to show. "But we've got all night to play."
"Don't let me stop you," Kippei said. He thrust back, his thigh pressing between Ryoma's legs. "The two certainly don't have to me mutually exclusive." He licked at Ryoma's mouth some more; sucking his tongue and biting his lips. Ryoma was still sweet flavoured from his drink and burning up. His face was flushed and his eyes just a little glassy. It looked good on him.
"Wouldn't want to do something that you wouldn't like," Ryoma managed, breathing shallow. He shifted to practically straddle Kippei's thigh, still moving to the beat of the music.
Kippei's smile was sharp and dangerous. In the best kind of way. "I'm sure you'd make up for it in that unlikely event." He was barely moving now, trying instead, to hold steady as Ryoma rolled his hips against him. He licked at Ryoma's mouth again, asking for entry.
Ryoma's eyes narrowed slightly, but he couldn't stop the movement of his hips. Instead, he used to hand still resting on Kippei's neck to direct the kiss somewhat, opening his mouth and trying to take control of the kiss.
Control that Kippei gave without a second thought. He gave an encouraging moan and tried to follow Ryoma's lead. "I wanna shag you bad," he said when he had a moment to breath again. He was panting hard; both exertion and Ryoma's kisses taking their toll.
Ryoma hesitated for one wild second, considering whether or not he could actually stand staying at the club and teasing - being teased - for a little while longer. Then rolled his hips against Kippei's thigh once more, slowly and deliberately. "We could... go. Now."
"You wanna?" Kippei pressed his hand to Ryoma's cheek, letting his thumb brush against those lush lips. "Not like I'll protest. I've got some cash," he leaned over and nipped Ryoma's earlobe as he whispered, "we could get a room. No interruptions." And sleeping together in a
bed that fit them. And no one who could complain if he managed to make Ryoma scream. That was a challenge looking to be taken up.
"A... room?" Ryoma repeated, shivering again and pressing closer - harder - against Kippei. Privacy would be nice, and a bed would be good. And now, before he was forced to break his personal promise about sex in bathrooms and alleys. Still, wouldn't it be too expensive, even if Kippei had offered? He could offer to chip in, later, if that wouldn't bruise Kippei's pride. Hm. "... What are we... waiting for?"
Kippei placed one more firm kiss to Ryoma's lips, trying to steal his breath before they were forced to put some distance between them for a while. "You to stop molesting me so I can reasonably let go," he murmured. "Otherwise, I'm not sure it's worth my while."
"Never thought you'd be telling me to stop molesting you," Ryoma said, tiny smirk tilting his lips, though he hadn't quite unwrapped himself from around Kippei yet. Reluctantly, he peeled himself away, moving back a step to try to catch his breath again.
"You're as shocked as I, princess," Kippei said. He gripped Ryoma's wrist, not as gently as he should have, and tugged him towards the exit. He still needed to collect his coat, too. Just little details, to get them out of there and into someplace they could be really, really naked together. That was the best plan Kippei'd ever heard.
Ryoma trailed behind Kippei, acting surprisingly docile as he struggled to collect himself and regain his cool. Kippei was usually the one that badly effected; not him, and he wasn't sure that he liked this. "Should I be asking why you know where we can get a hotel room," he asked, once they were outside. The cold night air felt good against his flushed cheeks, and he could feel sanity somewhere close.
"Do you really care?" Kippei countered. He tugged Ryoma's hand again, pulling him close and breathing in the scent of him. The reason, of course, was that he'd been here the previous week to make sure it would be okay for them. The hotel he was thinking of was several blocks the other direction. Nice enough that it would be clean and not ghetto, not too nice that it would break the bank.
No. "Maybe," Ryoma replied, smirkily teasing tone. He let himself he tugged close though, stepping in slightly closer when they weren't near enough.
Kippei wrapped an arm around Ryoma, wanting to pick him up because as much as he may protest, Ryoma's legs were just not long enough to go the pace Kippei wanted. "I scoped the bloody neighbourhood," he said. "What else?" He was fairly certain picking Ryoma up would get him killed however, and settled in to be impatient.
"Wondering if I should be-" jealous "-concerned about your usage of love hotels around here," Ryoma teased breathily, since he had to hustle to keep up with the pace that Kippei was setting. Being this short was annoying for so many reasons.
"It's not a love hotel, you prat," Kippei grumbled. "It's just a hotel that's convenient. I suppose I could go looking for a love hotel if you really want..." Though, frankly, the very idea of them made him shudder. This was more special than a love hotel implied. It was lust and hormone on overdrive, for sure. But it wasn't just lust when Kippei wanted to wake up with Ryoma in his arms as much as he wanted to shag him senseless.
Ryoma wrinkled his nose. "No real love hotels," he ordered. "Especially not themed ones." Having half grown-up in Japan, he'd heard things about some of the stranger places. Things that he'd rather not try himself. Grumbling a little - but definitely not pouting - Ryoma tried to figure out how to squeeze closer to Kippei without tripping over their feet.
"It would be completely undignified if I just... hoisted you over my shoulder, wouldn't it?" Kippei asked rhetorically. He could see the entrance to the hotel now, though. It made it a little more difficult, knowing it was barely a block away and unwilling to simply break into a run the way his hormones were encouraging him to.
"That and then we'd have to cut this night short, to get you to a hospital to be treated for blood loss," Ryoma advised sweetly, torn between the conflicting urges to slow down and make Kippei suffer, or to get to a bed as fast as possible.
Kippei grinned, lifting Ryoma's hand to kiss the knuckles. "That would put a bit of a kink in my plans," he said. "I suppose it will have to wait then." He hoped the suggestion hadn't made Ryoma upset. He seemed to be dragging his steps slightly. And wouldn't that be a tremendous irony? To get *thisclose* and then botch it up.
Ryoma grumbled something underneath his breath about neaderthalic behaviour, not loud enough to be fully discerned, but didn't tug his hand away. Then, a tiny half-exasperated, half-fond smirk on his lips, he said louder, "We could possibly save the bloodshed until we've gotten off a few times. Possibly."
"I think that's an eminently practical suggestion," Kippei agreed, holding the door open for Ryoma to proceed him into the lobby. It wasn't the Hilton, but it was certainly not bad at all. Kippei dragged an unresisting Ryoma to the front desk and waited for the clerk to attend them.
While Kippei handled booking the room and such, Ryoma peered around lobby curiously. It looked normal and nice enough, to his inexpert eyes. Hm. Not thinking that he should offer to chip in for the room here and now, he leaned casually against Kippei's side and waited.
Kippei pocketed his key and tugged Ryoma again, leading him to the elevator. They were on the seventh floor, down the hall and tucked in a corner near the ice machine. It was, all things considered, a fortuitous arrangement. The door opened easily and Kippei flicked on the lights. "Not too bad, eh princess?"
Ryoma took the time to kick his shoes off, towards a corner, and nudged the door closed behind them with a sharp click. "It'll do," he granted, wandering off towards the large bed. Testing the springs with one hand, he turned to look at Kippei, raising an eyebrow as if to say 'what now?'
Kippei grinned and began to strip as he crossed the room. "How about getting naked before I reach you?" He suggested, tugging his shirt over his head. No way his fingers were going to fuss about with buttons. "Or would you like to get cleaned up first? I haven't done it in a shower before."
"The romance, it overwhelms," Ryoma grumbled, though his fingers had moved to unbutton his own shirt - much slower then the rate that Kippei was getting dressed. He watched Kippei's progress with unconcealed interest, though, eyes lingering here and there. "Is the shower even big enough?"
Kippei shrugged. "Depends on how acrobatic you want to be. I haven't looked but it's probably okay for some things." He unhooked the button to his trousers and let them drop to the floor, standing in just his underpants. "Want to or no?"
Still fully dressed except for his open shirt, Ryoma ventured close to Kippei, not quite touching. "Don't mind." After everything they'd done, it'd be stupid to feel shy - reserved. Right.
Kippei tugged Ryoma forward by the waistband of his pants and with his opposite hand, pushed the shirt off his shoulders. "Is that a yes or a no, princess?" He asked. He wasn't waiting to get the answer though, tracing his fingers along Ryoma's hips in a decidedly provocative manner.
Ryoma let the shirt fall to the ground without notice, stepping in slightly closer and moving one hand to the back on Kippei's neck to pull him down for a kiss. "We should get dirty first, before using the shower," he murmured against Kippei's lips, sultry light in his eyes.
"Have I mentioned recently that I love you for your mind?" Kippei asked with a grin. There was a teasing light in his eyes as he stared at Ryoma. He might get smacked, but it would be worth it, he thought. "I'm going to pick you up now," he said, Ryoma's only warning. And a second later he'd done just that, his boyfriend cradled in his arms as he strode quickly across the room and then dropped him onto the bed.
Ryoma blinked up at Kippei, slightly stunned as he bounced lightly on the bed. "... I think I need to hit you," he said, casually. "And not in a kinky sadomasochistic way." However, he propped himself up on his elbows and stared imperiously up at Kippei. "Come here."
Kippei was still grinning as he crawled up the bed. "Couldn't help myself," he said as explanation. He slid between Ryoma's outstretched thighs and kissed him gently. "Are you angry?"
"Ask me later," Ryoma muttered, lying back against the mattress. He looped his arms around Kippei's neck, drawing him down with him. "Busy now. Raincheck on the hurting?"
"I'll hold you to that," Kippei said, laughing. He rubbed his nose against Ryoma's cheek and began to kiss him softly, trailing along his jaw. His hands were busy testing the feel of Ryoma's skin. It wasn't their first time, but it was always possible Kippei had missed something before. A little more touching wasn't going to hurt anything.
"You do that," Ryoma practically purred, pressing into both kisses and touch, his own hands wandering down Kippei's back. He squirmed, wanting to get rid of the layers of clothing that still separated them, but unwilling to let Kippei go.
Kippei was happy enough to help divest Ryoma of his remaining clothes. As he continued his kisses, licking and biting at Ryoma's neck now, his fingers had delved a little lower and were beginning to unbutton Ryoma's pants.
Ryoma moaned softly, tossing his head back to give Kippei better access. One hand still explored Kippei's back, the other trailing around to his chest to play with a nipple ring. Roughly, he swiped his tongue over his lower lip, wanting to take one of those nipples in his mouth and taste.
Kippei encouraged Ryoma to flex his hips up, roughly yanking his pants and underwear off as one. He bit at Ryoma's collarbone, licking absently over the mark. His hands roamed over Ryoma's hips, thumbs stroking the sharp points of his hipbones. He moaned happily when
Ryoma tugged on his nipple ring. Yeah, that was just how he liked it.
Once his pants were completely off, Ryoma hooked one leg around Kippei's hips, tugging him down so that they would be pressed flush hip to hip. Arching up, Ryoma used his leg as leverage to grind against Kippei, one hand scrabbling to find purchase in his hair to draw him up for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
Kippei moaned deeply, his fingers mimicking Ryoma's as they tangled in the inky strands. His hips flexed down as well, rubbing his hard cock against Ryoma and feeling the echo of his passion. They really didn't do this enough, he thought. It was never enough.
Ryoma echoed the moan, panting softly when they separated to breathe. "Want you," he mumbled, softly. "To..." He tugged gently on Kippei's hair, and moved his hips against Kippei's meaningfully instead of fully vocalising it.
"All... the way?" Kippei breathed, not sure if it was simply his fevered imagination making up things that he wanted to hear. The blood was rushing past his ears anyway, settling thickly in his groin.
Ryoma nodded, not looking away even though he could feel the colour rising in his cheeks. He thought he was ready to let Kippei do this. After everything else that they'd done.
Kippei's eyes went wide and his hands stroked Ryoma's cheeks a little frantically. "I'll have to... they probably have lotion and I think I still have a condom in my stuff..." he said, mostly speaking to himself. He kissed Ryoma firmly and then again. This was... not expected. It was a wonderful, wonderful gift that in someways, he'd never expected at all. "I... thank you." One more kiss and Kippei slid backwards; moving off the bed to retrieve the things he would need.
Ryoma blinked, lying back and watching the ceiling instead of Kippei gathering... supplies. Just lying there, he felt a little exposed, so sat up - trying in vain not to watch Kippei's back as he moved around. Well. Unconsciously, he bit his lip.
There was, in fact, one last condom in his jacket, and Kippei was fairly certain it had been put there more or less recently. In the bathroom, there was a little bottle of lotion as he'd thought there would be and he brought both items with him when he returned to the bed. He cupped Ryoma's chin in his palm and gave him a deep kiss. "You're all right?"
"Are you trying to talk me out of this?" Ryoma asked, tiny little smile on his lips. He looped his arms around Kippei's shoulders, leaning into his reassuring frame. "I'm fine."
"Trying to make sure you haven't talked yourself out of it, is all," Kippei assured him. He kissed Ryoma again, slowly coaxing his mouth open -- not that it took much -- and tasting him. His hands were gently moving Ryoma's legs into a more practical position; hopefully he was too distracted by the kisses for it to startle him.
"M'not made of glass," Ryoma grumbled between kisses, letting Kippei shift him about without protest. And he wasn't about to say it out loud, but he... trusted Kippei. In this. To stop if he said so, or gave just about any sign of not actually wanting this.
Kippei snorted. "You think that will stop me from treating you the way you deserve?" He asked. "It's your first time, isn't it?" There was no way he would let this be anything less than perfect for Ryoma. Maybe it was a romantic notion, but Kippei thought first times where important. He slid his fingers against Ryoma's cock and down, delving between his legs to touch gently.
"Would that change anything?" Ryoma asked, shifting delicately. A shiver made its way down his spine, and his hand tightened slightly on Kippei's shoulder.
Kippei shrugged, licking the salt sweat taste from Ryoma's shoulder. "Maybe, maybe not." Probably not, he acknowledged to himself. There would be other days when he could take Ryoma hard and fast. He didn't want that right now. He wanted *their* first time to be something
remembered fondly. He pushed Ryoma's leg up a little more, pressing his fingertip against the tight hole.
Ryoma exhaled sharply, rocking back lightly against the pressure. He had the feeling that Kippei was going to go slow, drag this out and drive him quite mad. Lose control.
It was a challenge to get the lotion open, and even more of one to spread enough on his fingers that it didn't immediately soak into the skin. He pressed his thumb there, stroking and gradually applying pressure. "Does it feel good?" He asked. He was laying to the side of Ryoma, their faces even, though Kippei's nose was buried in Ryoma's hair.
"Mmm," Ryoma hummed softly, absently, paying more attention to the sensations running through his body as opposed to Kippei's words. Eyes wide and luminously bright, he reached out his own hand to touch Kippei, stroking featherlight touches where he could reach.
It was an indeterminate period of time later when Kippei had pet and soothed and stretched Ryoma and he was seething with lust and simple *want*. "I'm going to put it in," he murmured. He was kissing Ryoma's face and neck in a rather soppy gesture of affection, but he was fairly certain that Ryoma didn't mind too much. As carefully as he could, he pressed himself forward until he was settled deep within Ryoma's body. His breath came in awkward stutters and he could only think one thing. "You're perfect."
Ryoma didn't reply, eyes wide and unseeing as he clutched tightly at Kippei's shoulders, almost forgetting to breathe since he was so deeply focused on the feel of Kippei. Of Kippei inside of him, hot and hard and sending little frissons of pleasure through his body every
time he so much as breathed. Slowly, slowly adjusting - definitely appreciating Kippei's efforts to hold still - Ryoma's fingers tightened fractionally and he shifted deliberately in an invitation for Kippei to move. Now. There would be time for thinking later, right now all he wanted to do was enjoy the moment.