“Don’t…” Ryuuzaki’s voice hums in his ear. And Matsuda can’t help it, can’t resist pressing his body up against Ryuuzaki’s and earning a gasp in response, feeling the bare, wet skin of their bodies collide as he finds a pale, cool earlobe and nibbles gingerly on it. And Ryuuzaki squirms, moves in a way he never thought possible, a way that is somehow ridiculously appealing. A way that sends even more heat to Matsuda’s groin.
As though afraid to show weakness, Ryuuzaki’s mouth finds his, capturing him in that frantic kiss once more. Their teeth collide a bit too hard, Ryuuzaki pulls a bit too fiercely on his bottom lip, Matsuda gasps a bit too loud. There are a million things about this that aren’t perfect. But then again, Matsuda knows there are even more things about himself that aren’t perfect, and being close to the enigmatic detective is as close to perfect as his life is ever going to get. This wet, frantic entanglement of their bodies is the closest he will ever come to heaven.
The warm, wet cavern of Ryuuzaki’s mouth tastes like sugar, as does that nimble tongue that pushes insistently against his and makes his knees threaten to give out. Everything about Ryuuzaki makes his body threaten to crumble. This crush… these stupid, irresponsible feelings for Ryuuzaki… he wonders briefly if the detective knows about them as their mouths collide again and again and Ryuuzaki’s hands begin to unconsciously slide across Matsuda’s wet skin. They trace the curve of his hips and slide down his thighs, and Matsuda is conscious of his breath quickening, his face flushing as Ryuuzaki’s nimble fingers touch him.
Those hands ignite a fire within as they move, so slow it’s painful. It’s everything he can do to keep from squirming, moving just to get those hands quicker across every inch of his body. He kisses Ryuuzaki harder, forgetting his nervousness and plunging his tongue deep into that sugary mouth, ravaging every precious, moist inch. Their bodies are pressed so tightly together that Matsuda wonders for a moment if it’s possible to meld together and form one single person. If it’s possible, it’s certainly happening. And oh god, Ryuuzaki is moving now, causing warm friction between their soaked bodies, water and sweat indistinguishable from each other as he begins to move to match Ryuuzaki’s gliding motion, and there, their manhoods brush and Matsuda cries out, barely able to stay on his feet at the sudden pleasure that rockets through him. And there are Ryuuzaki’s hands on his hips as they move together once more, harder this time, more insistent. They gasp together, and Matsuda breaks the kiss, unable to get enough air for his frenzied state with his mouth entangled with Ryuuzaki’s.
Another collision, more beautiful friction, and Matsuda swears he might come from just this, with his erection grazing Ryuuzaki’s and Ryuuzaki’s mouth latched onto his earlobe, his warm tongue tracing circles on the soft flesh. His fingernails tighten on Ryuuzaki’s back, digging into the smooth flesh as he feels fingers pinch his nipple, sending wicked pleasure across him in a heated wave.
He runs his hands down Ryuuzaki’s back, and is surprised by the barely audible hum of contentment that rises in the shorter man’s throat. His face is flushed, his wet hair dripping crystalline beads down his cheeks, his dark eyes closed as he thrusts against Matsuda with rhythm. And for just a single moment, Matsuda almost forgets the sensations bombarding his body and gets lost in the illusion of beauty that overtakes Ryuuzaki’s features. Ryuuzaki has never been beautiful. Enticing, darkly enigmatic, yes. But at that moment, to Matsuda, he is beautiful, exquisite, and he almost feels fragile against him, as though he could break in Matsuda’s hands.
“Ryuu…zaki…” he gasps, breathless and ridiculously aroused and in way too deep, aware that the emotion in his voice is far too heavy and far too obvious. Ryuuzaki doesn’t answer, doesn’t open his eyes. Instead, his tongue traces Matsuda’s lips, leaving a trace of sweetness there as his hand slides between their tightly compacted bodies and wraps around Matsuda’s cock.
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L/Matsuda shower sex pt 3
Date: 2008-01-10 10:08 pm (UTC)As though afraid to show weakness, Ryuuzaki’s mouth finds his, capturing him in that frantic kiss once more. Their teeth collide a bit too hard, Ryuuzaki pulls a bit too fiercely on his bottom lip, Matsuda gasps a bit too loud. There are a million things about this that aren’t perfect. But then again, Matsuda knows there are even more things about himself that aren’t perfect, and being close to the enigmatic detective is as close to perfect as his life is ever going to get. This wet, frantic entanglement of their bodies is the closest he will ever come to heaven.
The warm, wet cavern of Ryuuzaki’s mouth tastes like sugar, as does that nimble tongue that pushes insistently against his and makes his knees threaten to give out. Everything about Ryuuzaki makes his body threaten to crumble. This crush… these stupid, irresponsible feelings for Ryuuzaki… he wonders briefly if the detective knows about them as their mouths collide again and again and Ryuuzaki’s hands begin to unconsciously slide across Matsuda’s wet skin. They trace the curve of his hips and slide down his thighs, and Matsuda is conscious of his breath quickening, his face flushing as Ryuuzaki’s nimble fingers touch him.
Those hands ignite a fire within as they move, so slow it’s painful. It’s everything he can do to keep from squirming, moving just to get those hands quicker across every inch of his body. He kisses Ryuuzaki harder, forgetting his nervousness and plunging his tongue deep into that sugary mouth, ravaging every precious, moist inch. Their bodies are pressed so tightly together that Matsuda wonders for a moment if it’s possible to meld together and form one single person. If it’s possible, it’s certainly happening. And oh god, Ryuuzaki is moving now, causing warm friction between their soaked bodies, water and sweat indistinguishable from each other as he begins to move to match Ryuuzaki’s gliding motion, and there, their manhoods brush and Matsuda cries out, barely able to stay on his feet at the sudden pleasure that rockets through him. And there are Ryuuzaki’s hands on his hips as they move together once more, harder this time, more insistent. They gasp together, and Matsuda breaks the kiss, unable to get enough air for his frenzied state with his mouth entangled with Ryuuzaki’s.
Another collision, more beautiful friction, and Matsuda swears he might come from just this, with his erection grazing Ryuuzaki’s and Ryuuzaki’s mouth latched onto his earlobe, his warm tongue tracing circles on the soft flesh. His fingernails tighten on Ryuuzaki’s back, digging into the smooth flesh as he feels fingers pinch his nipple, sending wicked pleasure across him in a heated wave.
He runs his hands down Ryuuzaki’s back, and is surprised by the barely audible hum of contentment that rises in the shorter man’s throat. His face is flushed, his wet hair dripping crystalline beads down his cheeks, his dark eyes closed as he thrusts against Matsuda with rhythm. And for just a single moment, Matsuda almost forgets the sensations bombarding his body and gets lost in the illusion of beauty that overtakes Ryuuzaki’s features. Ryuuzaki has never been beautiful. Enticing, darkly enigmatic, yes. But at that moment, to Matsuda, he is beautiful, exquisite, and he almost feels fragile against him, as though he could break in Matsuda’s hands.
“Ryuu…zaki…” he gasps, breathless and ridiculously aroused and in way too deep, aware that the emotion in his voice is far too heavy and far too obvious. Ryuuzaki doesn’t answer, doesn’t open his eyes. Instead, his tongue traces Matsuda’s lips, leaving a trace of sweetness there as his hand slides between their tightly compacted bodies and wraps around Matsuda’s cock.
(to be continued...)