"I've got something for you." Ritsuka hummed quietly, opening the drawer in the table next to his bed. He pulled out a small white box.
Soubi glided over to the bed Ritsuka was sitting on the edge of, kneeling between Ritsuka's knees and touching his finger tips to the little white box in Ritsuka's palms. Ritsuka squirmed a bit, biting his lip and nudging the box at Soubi more.
The man took the box and placed it in Ritsuka's lap, nudging the top off and placing it on the bed, eyes wide as he looked down into the box.
It was a sheer red paper butterfly, mounted on a red piece of glass, which was attached to the inside of the box. The cloud white inside tainted by splatters or red, blues, and greens.
"I...I made it in class... it took me two weeks!"
Silence.
"Kio told me...Today is your birthday Soubi."
Soubi just sat quietly, consumed whole by the inside of the little box.
"I'm sorry." Ritsuka moved the box off of his lap, placing it on the bed and pulling his knees to his chest.
"If you don't like it...I just, um.. I wanted to..."
Soubi dragged his eyes away from the box on the bed, wide and piercing, lips parted.
Ritsuka had tears in his eyes and he shook his head 'no', turning his face away from Soubi's gaze, gripping his knees at his chest.
Soubi lightly touched Ritsuka's knees, asking they open and return to hanging at his sides.
"I'm sorry-" Ritsuka's words were cut off as Soubi moved from his sitting position to standing on his knees to be eye level with Ritsuka. He tipped the boys chin upwards, causing Ritsuka to have to look him in the eyes.
"H-Happy Birthday." Ritsuka stuttered out, one hand reaching up to grip the sleeve of the arm that had it's fingers delicately yet so commandingly on his chin.
"I love you" Soubi mumbled as he leaned down, pressing his firm lips into Ritsuka's warm, slack ones.
Soubi had every intention of it just being a quick, gratitude filled kiss. But the way Ritsuka's eyelashes fluttered against his cheek bones, and the way he sighed as finally closing his eyes caused a tear to slip down that he held in from the assumed rejection of his present, caused Soubi to open his mouth slightly. Taking Ritsuka's upper lip and catching the tear as it rolled down Ritsuka's lip and onto Soubi's tongue.
The smaller boy winced slightly as Soubi's tongue moved along his lip. A little grunt escaping him as he opened his mouth and Soubi slipped his tongue in, somewhat against his better judgment.
Soubi slid his hand from tipping Ritsuka's chin to cupping the side of his face, resting his other hand on the bed to balance himself as he leaned more into Ritsuka, pouring himself into the kiss.
Ritsuka leaned back, slightly intimidated by the feeling, and gripping the front of Soubi's shirt. he nearly squeaked as Soubi's tongue ran over his own, eliciting movement from it and it's owner.
Ritsuka sucked gently on Soubi's tongue right before Soubi broke the kiss witha wet suction sound, nibbling on Ritsuka's bottom lip.
The smaller boy moaned as quietly as possible, tensing his whole body and tightening his grip on Soubi's shirt to the point that the top button popped off. Soubi ignored it and moved down to suck on the nape of Ritsuka's neck.
"I'm sorry," Ritsuka moaned breathily.
"I can...I can sew it b-back on for-" Soubi slipped a hand under Ritsuka's shirt and stroked his stomach as he gently bit down where he was previously sucking. Ritsuka cut off his sentence with a strained moan that ended in Soubi's name. Arching his chest and stomach into Soubi's chest and digging his knees into Soubi's sides. Soubi detached from Ritsuka's neck and moved up to his ear, licking it and mumbling,
"It's fine."
He ran the tip of his nose up Ritsuka's neck.
"Your collage is beautiful."
Ritsuka shivered at the breath rolling down his neck.
Soubi ran his hand up Ritsuka's chest, bunching the shirt up near his neck as he nudged Ritsuka to lie down.
"You're so soft, Ritsuka." Soubi mumbled into the boys slim stomach.
Ritsuka tipped his head back, open mouth and breath shallow.
Soubi ran his lips across Ritsuka's stomach. Kissing his hip bone and dragging his tongue over to his bellybutton.
Ritsuka couldn't help but moan, the soft sound sending fire through Soubi. Soubi was always so gentle with him, so slow. He knew Soubi wanted a lot from him sometimes and that he contained himself more often than not. Generally they stuck with soft kisses, a random lick here or there. Soubi sneaking a hand under Ritsuka's shirt, Ritsuka running his hands down Soubi's chest. But that, coming from Ritsuka, was nothing more than an innocent appreciation for the other mans beauty. At most a premature sexual desire developing.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Soubi knew he should stop. That Ritsuka was still so young and he should keep all interaction as innocent as humanly possible. But right now...with his stomach to Soubi's lips, lying back, nails in Soubi's shoulders and softly moaning. It was taking all of Soubi to not go much further than he knew Ritsuka would be ready for in a while. All he could think of doing was to continue the boys current sense of euphoria. And, selfishly enough, get him to moan his name again.
Innocent was not humanly possible right now.
Soubi dipped his tongue into Ritsuka's bellybutton and Ritsuka clamped down on his bottom lip, ears flattening to his head, puttin as much focus as possible into keeping quiet. Grunts escaping but generally accomplishing his goal.
Soubi snaked up his body, dragging himself up from the floor and over the boy. Ritsuka caved, moaning when he felt the mans body grind into his own. He buried one of his hands in the mans thin light hair, pressing his face into the nape of Soubi's neck as Soubi licked, nibbled, and kissed up and down Ritsuka's neck, sliding up just a bit more, causing friction between the two of them. Ritsuka tightened every muscle in his body pressing his mouth to Soubi's neck to keep quiet, until a large hand reached up, placing a single finger on Ritsuka's chin and lightly pressuring it downwards.
"Don't do that Ritsuka, I want to hear you."
Ritsuka immediately opened his mouth and let out a high pitched moan as the hand that was on his chin ran down his body, stroking his side as Soubi kissed him again.
The cat boy lifted his hands to touch Soubi's face, Soubi not noticing how much they really were shaking.
Ritsuka bit Soubis lip and reached down with his shaking hand, tearing through the buttons and urgently pressing his hands to Soubi's body.
Soubi ground his hips into Ritsuka's, earning him a long, high moan. And Ritsuka's nails digging straight into his back. Soubi shivered, and as he licked along Ritsuka's clavical, relishing how soft the boy was and how much darker he was than the colour of his sheets, Ritsuka dug ripped his nails down Soubi's back.
Soubi's mouth went slack and he screwed his eyes shut.
"ngh...Ritsuka." he fisted the sheets and moaned.
Ritsuka gasped as soon as h realised he'd hurt him... or...well it should have hurt him. He smoothed his hands over Soubi's back, opening his eyes to see the man above him slightly flushed.
"I'm so sorry Soubi. Are you o-"
"Will you do that again?" Soubi whispered into Ritsuka's lips, eyes half lidded.
"I... I can't I..."
'no, come on, you can do it.' Ritsuka told himself.
Ritsuka pulled his arms into himself, wrapping them around his shirtless torso.
"I don't want to hurt you...I don't want to hurt anyone..."
He looked up at Soubi, and as he spoke, he saw something click in Soubi's eyes.
Soubi looked down and saw Ritsuka struggling to think of the right words, arms wrapped around himself.
'He is thirteen Soubi.' his common sense told him.
A week ago today, Soubi pulled back off of the boy, rebuttoned, his shirt, and hopped back out of the window.