Candlelight, Chapter 2 of Radiance

Burning November

I was searching for words.

"R-Ritsuka-"

"Soubi," he started off shakily and quiet. "I... I know you want to question me. But... just..." He pauses and sighs. "Trust me with this. Okay? I'm... I'm... ready."

I leaned my head down toward his and looked into his autumn eyes for a sign of affirmation.

But his eyes...

No words could-

Those eyes stole my thoughts and my words and put me to a hault.

It was like they were pleading. Take me.

Moments passed and I still could not find the proper words. So I surrendured and gathered Ritsuka in my arms to carry him from the park to my apartment.

He looked up at me and I looked ahead.

I did not have to look at him. I knew he was looking at me with trust and acception.

It was like he could tell I was smiling inside.

He fidgets and stirs and is questioning his actions after I set him down on my bed and I place my glasses on my nightstand.

I lean down to gaze into his autumn eyes that are hesitantly, but surely whispering to me.

Take me, they whisper.

He is nervous.

But not afraid.

And still glowing.

Dimly, but still glowing.

"Don't worry," I whisper into his ear, grazing my lips across it, "I will be gentle."

He does not say anything.

He is still questioning himself.

I do not want him to be nervous.

I search for his hands that are resting in his lap and pull them apart from each other, intertwining our fingers - not too tight and not too loose.

"I love you, Ritsuka." I am whispering dedication into his ear.

I want to make this right.

"I love you, Ritsuka. I do." And I am brushing my lips down his ear, following his jawline until I reach his chin. I kiss it.

But I do not kiss his lips yet.

My fingers are light as feathers as I sweep them across the top of his trembling hands.

He is still with his eyes closed and lips parted everso slightly.

I can hear his breathing in the quiet.

I trail my lips down from his chin to the crook of his neck. But I do not kiss it. I am only sharing my breath on his skin, warming and relaxing his tense body.

"You are beautiful, Ritsuka," I am whispering and exhaling and telling truths on his neck all at once.

His beautiful neck.

And then I bury my smile in the crook of his neck after flicking my tongue across my lips and-

Aah...

He is quiet as he sighs. Quietly asking for more.

I will always oblige.

I trail kisses back up the side of his neck, allowing each kiss to linger on his skin like a butterfly's touch.

And I am still caressing his hands.

And I kiss his cheek, but with tenderness and desire. And I move onto

his lips.

I let my lips brush across the skin surrounding his lips before I slowly ease them into the open space he has subconsciously left for me as he is Aah-ing and Ooh-ing and wanting and wanting and desiring and wanting and-

I kiss him.

Somehow my hands have found his cheeks and his hands have found mine and we are holding each other. We are holding each other's faces as we kiss and we are sharing breaths and oxygen and

love

and we are wanting and wanting and desiring and-

I want him. I desire him.

I crave him.

I sink my lips deeper and deeper and I am pushing them and I want more and he wants more because he is no longer timid and questioning and he is pressing his lips back against mine and pushing and pressing and pushing-

Ritsuka lays himself down on the bed and I follow him until I am hovering over him with my knees planted next to his hips and my hands surround each side of his head.

"I love you, Ritsuka," I exhale with my lips lodged between his still.

And this time, it is him who slips his tongue through his teeth to find my tongue and stroke it. He strokes it and caresses it and swirls it along with his own.

And we are sharing each other.

We are sharing each other's saliva and oxygen and kisses and tongues and mouths.

His breathing is slowly getting heavier as we share each other, and then he is sighing and Ooh-ing and Aah-ing into my mouth and wanting and wanting and wanting.

But he pulls himself away to break the kiss.

I yield.

I lean my head back and open my eyes, looking down at him.

His eyes say it all. His eyes say it all again.

Take me, they whisper.

And, "Take me," he whispers. His breathing and words are heavy like syrup.

And he is ready.

I bow my head back down to the familiar crook of his neck and slip my hands down his cheeks to his T-shirt. It is so warm.

I place my hands on each of his sides and squeeze them gently as I tickle his neck with my tongue and

Ooh... and Aah...

and I glance up at him as I search for the hem of his shirt. His hands are above his head - resting on the bed - and his autumn eyes are hiding behind their lids and he is chewing his lip.

I carefully pull his shirt up and over his head, then place it aside on the bed. I see his chest rise and fall. And it looks so delicate.

I lower my head to his chest and press my lips to the center tenderly.

"I am yours, Ritsuka," I whisper onto his skin.

I do not care if he does not hear me.

"I am only yours." I place my hands back on his sides and find one of his nipples with my lips by exploring his chest.

Exploring, just with my lips.

And I surround the pink skin with my lips and envelop it with my moist flesh. I roll my tongue around it and-

He sighs. Louder now, huskily.

His skin tastes sweet, but not too sweet. Like diluted maple syrup. Still rich and appetizing... but softly brown.

Like those eyes.

I pull my lips off of his nipple slowly to exhale onto it - soft like a whisper.

And he sighs,

Aaaahhh... ah, he sighs.

And I can hear his breathing now and it is heavier than before and filling my apartment with his sweet, sweet voice.

Thick and sweet and delicate and soothing. Like diluted maple syrup.

"S-Soubi," he sighs, "Soubi..."

I glance up at him from his chest and his face is flushed.

I can see it even in the darkness of the room.

"Soubi," he sighs again.

I have taken him somewhere.

I smile inside.

Gradually, I find his other nipple with my thumb and index finger. It is so soft.

I push on it. Gentle, gentle, with my two fingers.

And I pull and squeeze and rub...

Gentle.

And I have found the button of his jeans with my free hand and I am slowly unbuttoning, unzipping, and pulling. His jeans find the floor along with his briefs.

I know he is nervous.

So I am tender and subdued as I brush my lips down the center of his chest and follow them with my breath until I reach his pelvis.

I kiss it gently and whisper, "I promise. I will be gentle."

I kiss it again before grazing my lips further down, and further and further and-

He moans.

And he is so tense at first.

So before I begin, I whisper to him.

I whisper, "I love you, Ritsuka."

And then I kiss him at the very tip and caress him with my tongue.

Now he is sweeter than maple syrup but more delicate than a butterfly.

I want more and more and more. I want more and-

He moans again as I am licking and kissing and wetting him with my saliva and tongue and lips.

He is filling my apartment more and more and more with his voice.

I still want more and more and more and-

"Aah- ahh- Soubi... Soubi-!" he moans, filling my apartment,

filling my desires.

I am licking and kissing and wetting him, but he is quiet for a few moments.

Suddenly,

I am not the one to turn him over.

He moves so his back is facing me and he is on his knees on the edge of my bed and he is silently expecting and asking and offering.

And I know.

I lean my face through the open space between his neck and shoulder and plant my lips on his hot skin.

But he surprises me again.

He turns his head to look at me over his shoulder with his wanting and pleading eyes for a few moments. Then his naked, pure body is facing me and he is pulling my shirt over my head and placing it ontop of his own shirt on the bed.

He helps me with my pants and briefs next.

And then we are naked together. We are pure.

We are true.

He looks up into my eyes one last time before turning back around and offering himself to me again. I lean down once more to kiss his flushed, hot skin and whisper to him.

"You are beautiful."

Then I am inside him and I can feel him pulsing around me, faster and heavier every couple of moments

and faster and heavier and faster and heavier and faster and heavier

and I'm in and out and in and out and

and it is a blur, but I can make out that he is filling my apartment - filling my desires - with his moans and his

"Aah... S-Soubi! Ooooh, oh...!"

He is so warm and tight and pure and right.

He is so right.

And I am throwing my head back in delight and joy and fulfillment all at once.

It is so warm,

he is so warm-

and

Oohhh!

and

Aaaaahhh!

and

Rituska...

he comes and I come inside him and we are one.

We are one and I am inside of him

and we are pure

and we are so

right.

And he

is

glowing.

He is

glowing

in the darkness of the room.