A/N: Hey there everyone! I finally got around to finishing the damn sequel lol... Sorry it took so long...I personally think the awesomeness that is DirtyTalk!Ritsuka makes up for it :3 I figured a sickly sweet fic like Losing His Ears needed a pretty smutty sequel, no? :)
Includes: Ritsuka talking dirty, multiple lemons
Warnings: lots of language, sexual content, yaoi etc. You know the drill :)
Disclaimer: LOVELESS IS NOT MINE. (Unfortunately). If it were, Ritsuka would have lost his ears a long time ago, and Ritsuka's bastard of a brother would be dead. .
.:Part II:.
The sun set in a sea of oranges and reds just as Ritsuka zipped his duffel bag shut. His last day of school before Winter Break had been today, and he was getting ready to go spend the next two weeks with Soubi at his apartment. Reaching up to scratch his head, he made a sudden detour to fondly rub the area where his ears used to be. The boy had been spending more and more time at the blonde's place since the day he had lost his ears. Looking over at his small duffel bag, he smiled to realize that most of what he needed was already over at Soubi's.
He knew that the older man was planning on asking him to move in as soon as he graduated in the spring, but the apartment is so small that Ritsuka didn't know if they'd both be able to live without being on top of one another at all times. He suppressed a small grin as he thought to himself that he wouldn't mind all that much if their living arrangements managed to work out that way.
"You all packed?" Ritsuka turned towards the voice and flashed a brilliant smile at his beloved. Soubi was gracefully perched on the edge of Ritsuka's bed, waiting for his sacrifice to finish packing up his things.
"Yup! I've just got to go grab my laptop charger from downstairs and then I'm ready to go." He called out, waving a hand casually behind him as he went out his bedroom door. He was back a few seconds later with the cord, wrapping it up as he walked.
"You should be careful. You might trip if you let the end trail behind you li-" Soubi's warning came a few seconds too late; the cord seemed to take on a life of its own, winding itself around Ritsuka's feet. The ear-less teen fell forward clumsily, landing squarely in Soubi's outstretched arms with a grunt. "Like that." Soubi smiled softly, leaning forward to capture his sacrifice's lips in a loving kiss. The cord slid carelessly from Ritsuka's grasp as he leaned hungrily into the kiss. They parted for air, and Soubi lightly rested his forehead against Ritsuka's.
"I'm such a klutz..." Ritsuka sighed softly.
"You're my klutz." Soubi pressed his lips to Ritsuka's in a quick kiss before taking a winding trail down the teen's neck. Ritsuka tipped his head back, twisting his fingers in Soubi's soft hair as his lover went about his ministrations. Without warning, the blonde bit down on a particularly delicious looking piece of skin between Ritsuka's shoulder and neck. Ritsuka cried out, grinding his hips against Soubi's as he wrapped his legs around the older man's waist.
"Mmm... Soubi..." Ritsuka slid one hand between their bodies; there were too many layers between them. He reached behind the fighter unit, dragging his nails along Soubi's spine. The older man moaned and arched into the touch. As Ritsuka's hand moved up towards Soubi's shoulders, the annoying shirt was dragged with it. Soubi paused for just a moment so Ritsuka could get rid of the offending garment before letting out a feral growl and literally ripping the shirt off of Ritsuka's body.
The teen arched an eyebrow as the buttons from his shirt went bouncing across the room, but Soubi only grinned and resumed his self-appointed task. Letting out a breathless laugh, Ritsuka gently pushed Soubi down on the bed. Smirking at the man beneath him, he began to exact his revenge.
"I'll have you know that that was one of my favorite shirts." Ritsuka brought his face closer to Soubi's until he could feel the man's irregular breathing ghosting over his lips.
"I bought it for you. I'll buy you anoth- Ah!" Soubi arched his back and moaned as Ritsuka's tongue suddenly flicked out to wage war on his senses. The teen smirked once more, dragging his tongue roughly against the man's sensitive nipple, thoroughly enjoying the pleasant "torture" he was putting his lover through.
"I don't need another new shirt. I'll just steal another one of yours." He bit down on the hardened nub.
"Ritsuka..." Soubi sighed in pleasure. Ritsuka lifted his head, a mischievous expression dancing in his eyes. He leaned forward to whisper in Soubi's ear,
"Take me. I wanna feel your thick cock stretching my tight ass to the max. I want to feel you moving inside me." Ritsuka had stealthily moved his hand towards the bulge in Soubi's pants while he was talking. Now, his head was so close to Soubi's ear that the man could feel his warm breath as it flowed past his ear. With a smirk, he pressed his hand into the bulge before dragging his fingertips upwards and then back down, under the waistband of Soubi's jeans and boxers. He roughly grabbed Soubi's impressive length, fisting it until he felt Soubi tense just like that ; Ritsuka knew Soubi was oh so deliciously close now. "I want to hear you scream my name when you come deep inside me." He lightly scraped his fingernails against the sensitive underside of Soubi's swollen cock.
Soubi tensed as spasms of pleasure shook his entire body. He cried out Ritsuka's name as he felt the white hot heat of his orgasm envelop him. Ritsuka gasped as he felt his own orgasm tear through him, Soubi's pleasure alone enough to drive him over the edge without being touched. Though his own words had helped himself along quite a bit… Ritsuka lifted his fingers to his mouth, sticky with Soubi's cooling cum, and licked them clean one by one.
"I don't approve of such a dirty mouth on my sweet little Ritsuka." Soubi uttered without much conviction.
"Well, at least some part of you does." He exclaimed with a wicked grin, licking up the last few drops of Soubi's cum. The man groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes.
After Soubi recovered a bit and they took a quick shower together, Ritsuka picked up his duffel bag and laptop case, and the pair walked out the door with their arms around each other's waists.
A short drive later, they pulled up to the apartment in Soubi's new Dodge Charger. Ritsuka grabbed his bag, fumbling for the key Soubi had given to him the day after they had first made love. Smiling at the fond memory, he pushed the door open and went inside. Both men stepped out of their shoes, slipping on their respective pairs of slippers. Ritsuka made his way over to the back paint room where he had been storing his things.
Every time he walked into this room, he had to pause for a second and marvel at the talent of his lover. Various paintings were hung on the walls, and several others were set up along the side of the room with covers over them, waiting for Soubi to come back and finish them. This used to be Soubi's studio, but the blonde now did most of his painting in the living room while Ritsuka curled up on the couch with a book. Smiling again, the boy dropped his bags neatly next to the dresser Soubi had moved into the room for him. He searched the drawers for a pair of pajama pants, found them, and changed into them.
When Ritsuka emerged from the old studio, the tell-tale sound of running water let him know that Soubi was brushing his teeth. Ritsuka made his way to the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. The two men stood side by side at the sink, shooting surreptitious glances at one another. Ritsuka sighed happily at how very domestic this simple act was. He couldn't wait for Soubi to ask him to move in.
Soubi slid his hand into Ritsuka's, intertwining their fingers, tugging him back out towards the living room. The blonde flopped down on the bed, tugging Ritsuka's hand and pulling the teen down on top of him. He playfully nipped at the boy's collar bone, then soothed the red mark he left behind with his tongue. Ritsuka moaned, shifting slightly so that he could grind his half-hard cock into Soubi's. Their mouths crashed together in a swirl of tongues and teeth. Ready to move on, Ritsuka broke away from the kiss. He trailed butterfly kisses down Soubi's torso, pausing to tease his erect nipples for a moment before continuing on to his prize. He pulled off the boxers Soubi had planned to sleep in, eying his treasure like a young child in a candy store. He subconsciously licked his lips, and Soubi threw his head back with a moan at the sight.
"What do you want? Hmm? What do you want me to do?" Ritsuka grinned seductively.
Unable to form a coherent response, Soubi simply moaned.
"Y'know what I want? I want to feel the weight of your cock on my tongue. Then, I want to swallow you whole. I want to feel it slide into my throat, all the way to the hilt. Then, I want you to fuck my mouth so hard; I'll have trouble talking for a week. I want to taste your cum as I swallow everything you have to offer." Ritsuka trailed off, examining his handi-work. Soubi was a writhing mess of nerve endings beneath him. "I want you to dominate me; to be rough and not ask, only take what you want from me. That's an order."
Soubi finally lost any semblance of control he had as the mental images flashed through his mind. They had been together many times since Ritsuka lost his ears, but lately his little Ritsuka was becoming more daring. Never had Soubi treated him roughly, but what Ritsuka wanted, Ritsuka got. After all, it was an order. With a growl, Soubi sat up, grabbing a handful of his lover's thick hair. Ritsuka moaned as soubi forcefully yanked his face in front of his twitching erection. He was so hard that it hurt. Ritsuka smirked, looking up at him through his lashes. Soubi tugged again, thrusting against Ritsuka's pink lips. The boy opened his mouth slightly, and Soubi pushed his way inside. He felt Ritsuka gag slightly, and hesitated for a moment. Ritsuka pulled away, spluttering angrily.
"Don't you dare stop. Take, remember? I'm not made of glass; you won't break me. I want it rough." Ritsuka pointedly looked at his own weeping erection, standing proud amongst the mass of dark curls. With a nod, Soubi tightened his grip on Ritsuka's hair again, forcing himself down his sacrifice's throat. This time, he felt Ritsuka relax his throat muscles. He pulled out so that the head of his cock was perched on those wicked lips, then thrust home again. Ritsuka moaned, the vibrations surrounding Soubi's cock.
Suddenly realizing that he'd closed his eyes, Soubi blinked, looking down at his sacrifice. An expression of bliss was on Ritsuka's face as the thick length disappeared again and again into his mouth. Sensing his fighter's gaze, Ritsuka coyly looked up at him, eyes nearly black with lust.
"God you're beautiful like this." Deciding to throw some of the boy's own medicine at him, he smirked. "Your filthy little lips were made for my cock." Ritsuka whimpered, humming his agreement. Soubi moaned, unable to hold on any longer. He thrust deeper than before, quivering from the force of the orgasm that ripped through him. Ritsuka let Soubi's sensitive flesh fall from his mouth with one last loving swallow. Soubi's eyes were closed, his head still thrown back as he rode out the final waves of ecstasy.
When Soubi's breathing was back under control, he lifted his head and looked at his sacrifice. Ritsuka was lying on his side, head propped up with his left arm. His right hand was playing with Soubi's long blonde hair. A small smile settled on his lips, mirroring that of his lover. With a happy sigh, Soubi leaned over and drew Ritsuka into a tender kiss.
"I love you Soubi." The boy grinned as he snuggled into his lover's chest.
"I love you too, Ritsuka." With a soft grin resting on his lips and his beloved in his arms, Soubi drifted off to sleep.