CHAPTER SIX
WARNING: This chapter contains slash of a fairly explicit variety. (You aren't surprised though, are you?)
Authors' Notes:
Bratchild3: I was supposed to get one of my SP chapters out this weekend as well, but my desktop is at Geek Squad and I could only stand my laptop long enough to update one fic. This one is long overdue and should have been out weeks ago. Be sure to read the warnings for this chapter! Enjoy!
Magic Mind: So sorry for the long wait! Hopefully the EXTREME length of this chapter will make up for it. We loved writing this chapter so much….both of us had talked about it for months for it was all set down and done. Please let us know what you think! And thank you so much to all the reviewers and readers out there!
The crazy thing was he felt 100 times more nervous.
The crazy thing was he had dreamed of intimate and sensual exchanges between himself and his Beautiful Stranger a handful of times since they'd seen each other last. Since the only time they had seen each other.
The crazy thing was that part of him had wanted this, but his fantasies were a far cry from reality-he hadn't been a hooker in them.
He was pretty hot, Kio had said, and if Ritsuka weren't so stunned and didn't have quite so many butterflies fighting to break through his stomach, he would have snorted his disapproval. Stupid Kio. He failed to mention "hot" was an understatement, that "hot" was all he could come up with because there wasn't any way to accurately portray this man's sex appeal. He was delicious and his crisp, clean scent only added to it.
The word swam around Ritsuka's brain; he WAS a man, but a fairly young one. He couldn't be more than 25, was Ritsuka's guess. Not that it mattered, really. Ritsuka didn't care about his age, he only cared about making it through this without it totally backfiring.
The stranger was driving smoothly down a busy highway, hands steady on the wheel. Ritsuka marveled at his calm control. Every movement was made with a steady predictability – like he knew exactly what movements to make five minutes before he made them.
Suddenly the stranger laughed, completely apropos of nothing.
Ritsuka glanced at him curiously.
The man took his eyes off the road for a brief moment and looked back, meeting Ritsuka's gaze.
"It's just that…." the man said, smiling, "I realize that despite our 'meeting' the other day….we've never actually met. I'm Seimei Aoyagi."
Confused, Ritsuka watched him a moment. Then, before he could stop himself: "But we didn't meet the other day. That was weeks ago."
Seimei laughed again. "So it was. Do excuse my chronological inaccuracy, mister….?"
Ritsuka felt himself go hot in the face, and he sunk lower into the seat, lowering his chin to his chest. Why did he have to correct him like that? Why?
"Ritsuka," he murmured.
"Just Ritsuka?" Seimei asked casually, changing lanes.
"Just Ritsuka."
He suddenly felt a bit moody and haughty and he wasn't sure why. Probably because he embarrassed himself. Also because he was getting more nervous by the second. Seimei was driving to the good side of town, the rich side, the side he was too scummy for.
Seimei, though, he liked that name. Would it be prudent to tell him that? Too late now, though. His chance to flirt had passed him by, and according to Kio, he was supposed to be flirting.
How was he supposed to flirt with someone he was attracted to? It was so embarrassing.
"I see…" Seimei replied with a nod. "Well….perhaps in the future I can persuade you to give me a bit more than that."
Ritsuka didn't know whether he was imagining things or not, but it sounded very much like Seimei was taking up the flirting baton on his own. There was a certain drawl to his voice….very subtle, but definitely suggestive.
And really….Ritsuka could see himself being persuaded by this man. The thought scared him but it also sent shivers along his spine.
Seimei turned away from the road once more, taking in Ritsuka's curled-up position.
"Are you cold?" he asked.
Now that he mentioned it, Ritsuka was actually feeling a bit warm. He straightened a bit, but kept his hands clamped between his knees. "Not anymore, thanks."
Thanks? ...it was so impersonal. He wasn't ready for this. At all. Kio should have tutored him in the art of seduction first. What would happen if Seimei dumped him off on the side of the road and then he had to make his way back and explain to Soubi that his best client thinks he's rubbish?
Biting his lip, Ritsuka tried hard not to panic. ...Seimei wouldn't do that. This was the same person who had bought him a snack and given up his milk. He was too kind to do that. Worst case scenario, he'd simply DRIVE Ritsuka back and take up with that cute boy Kano and Soubi would never have to know he'd been rejected.
Seimei smiled at him. He was pulling off on one of the exits, and Ritsuka's fears about the wealth of the area were confirmed. Out the window, Ritsuka could see nothing but skyscrapers and polished, expensive cars. He felt like an old tin can thrown into a jewelry box.
"Very good," Seimei was saying. "I would hate to have you hiding yourself from me. Soubi does generally have good taste…..but you are a cut above his usual fare."
Ritsuka looked back at Seimei and blinked twice. Was this guy serious or did he talk to all of them that way? Not knowing what else to say, he voiced exactly what he had just been thinking.
"Kano is the best looking out of all of us."
In fact, Kano had been a model until he was fired for underage drinking. He was cute and sweet and flirty, but Ritsuka wasn't stupid enough to tell Seimei all THAT. He wasn't here to advertise the other boys. Realization began to sink in that he shouldn't have mentioned Kano at all.
"Hmmm," murmured Seimei. "Kano is attractive, it's true…but as for the notion of him being the best-looking of all of you… we may have to simply agree to disagree on that."
And he gave Ritsuka another once-over, though this one was decidedly longer and lingering.
Ritsuka was caught somewhere between the grainy sting of jealousy and the silky caress of flattery. He was seriously THAT familiar with Soubi's boys that he knew exactly who Kano was by name? What was more, he thought Ritsuka was better looking than Kano? ...No. It was impossible.
Seimei turned onto a side street and Ritsuka was met with a well-lit garage underneath a spectacular high-rise building. Seimei drove carefully up to a keypad at the garage entrance. After pushing a series of keys, a yellow bar blocking their path swung up, allowing them passage.
It wasn't long before Seimei was pulling into a parking space. There was a sign overhead reading "Penthouse" in elegant cursive font.
Ritsuka stared around, admiring the rows of luxury cars glistening beneath a few white ball lamps. He didn't even notice Seimei exit the car and move around to the passenger side until the door slid open and he presented his hand to help Ritsuka out.
His clean, masculine hand, which looked much more inviting than it should have. Ritsuka stared down at it and then placed his own inside of it. Inwardly, he thanked Kio for giving him a five-star salon worthy manicure.
"Here we are," said Seimei, smiling down at Ritsuka, apparently in no hurry.
Ritsuka's stomach swooped and he suddenly worried that his palm would be damp and sweaty inside Seimei's grasp. He lowered his legs out onto the concrete and stood up….then was promptly aware of just how little space there was between Seimei's car and the one next to it. Which meant that there was very little space in which to fit two bodies plus an open Rolls Royce door.
Which meant that Ritsuka was all put pressed to Seimei's front.
Seimei didn't let go of Ritsuka's hand. In fact, he seemed not to mind their close proximity at all. His eyes fairly glittered under the lights. And this close….that clean, crisp scent surrounding him was all the more potent.
In the days and months and years to follow, Ritsuka would never remember the walk to Seimei's penthouse; he could only remember Seimei and the feel of his firm yet gentle grip, his warm voice, his rich laughter. He had made idle conversation, had pointed out various things along the way, but Ritsuka couldn't recall any of it.
Ritsuka did not, however, forget one minute of what transpired after they arrived.
Seimei's penthouse looked like a page out of an interior designer's portfolio. After Seimei had turned the key and held the door open for him, Ritsuka was immediately met with a small foyer followed by a beautiful sitting room. He couldn't stop staring. All around him was the glow of various lamps, their box shades softening the light into diffuse halos. A few well-placed candles added to the effect. There were white couches, crisp and modern, arranged around the room and in the middle was a sleek black coffee table. Ritsuka saw fresh lilies arranged in a vase sitting on top of it. There was even a stone sculpture in one of the corners.
But what caught Ritsuka's attention more than anything was the fireplace nestled into the far wall. Inside, flames crackled gently, fed by a few wooden logs.
"The staff are good to me," Seimei murmured with a smile, gesturing toward the fireplace. "They somehow manage to find firewood in the middle of the city."
Ritsuka nodded vaguely. There was something above the fireplace mantle that had caught his attention-it looked like miniature art work and he wanted a better look, but he didn't want to appear too nosey. It was also pretty toasty, and he was sure even more so by the fire. If that's where they were even headed.
"Um..." he said, turning back toward Seimei but not quite able to meet his gaze. "What can I do with...?" he tugged a bit at his jacket.
"Ah. Let me – I'll hang it for you."
Seimei set his keys down on a nearby side table. Then he moved behind Ritsuka, reaching around and sliding the jacket down Ritsuka's shoulders. Ritsuka felt the skin of his shoulders and arms becoming steadily more exposed as the jacket fell.
He shivered and wasn't sure if it was the faint brush of Seimei's fingers against the bare skin of his arms, or the slight chill he felt. Unsure if he should take a seat or remain standing, he turned back toward Seimei, rubbing nervously at one naked arm.
Seimei was standing unmoving, the jacket still held up in his grasp. He was blinking wordlessly at Ritsuka. For the first time, Seimei seemed unbalanced. Some of that calm control had been peeled back and replaced with something else...something that Ritsuka couldn't identify.
Feeling self-conscious, Ritsuka looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh... Kio dressed me."
Stupid! he scolded himself. Why was he apologizing for dressing like hooker? He WAS one.
Seimei took one step back, a smile gracing his features. He shook his head back and forth disbelievingly. He didn't take his eyes off of Ritsuka. Not even when he said, "Well….Kio's talent for wardrobe choice has been severely underrated."
Ritsuka watched Seimei hang up his jacket with care, as if it were something deserving of respect, like Ritsuka were an important guest or something.
"Come in, have a seat," said Seimei when he was through. He placed a warm hand against the back of Ritsuka's shoulder and led him closer to the fireplace. He directed Ritsuka into one of the fluffy armchairs by the fire, and Seimei himself sat on a matching sofa facing him.
Ritsuka felt the warmth of the fire bathe him….it was very pleasant. Calming, even.
"Can I get you anything?" Seimei was asking. "Wine?"
Normally Ritsuka didn't drink wine; in fact, he had NEVER drank wine. But Seimei was being so hospitable, he felt it would be rude to turn it down.
"Yeah, that would be good. If it's not too much trouble."
"Not at all."
Seimei made his way to a long bar counter behind the couches, which held what looked like a series of crystal decanters and matching tumblers. They were filled with various red and clear liquids. A few more candles were there as well, off to one side.
Vaguely hearing the sounds of glasses being poured, Ritsuka's attention was again drawn to the fireplace, and the miniature artwork above the mantle. He didn't realize that Seimei had returned to him until a wine glass was held out in front of him, halfway full of something fragrant.
Seimei gestured at the mantle with his own glass. "Do you like it?" he asked.
Ritsuka took his glass with a timid "thanks," then looked back at the art, which happened to be sketches of various landscapes filled in with watercolor. "I like the color palette. It works well with the rest of the room. And the use of shadow is amazing. I wish mine looked that realistic."
Seimei paused in the middle of his sitting down, eyes sparking. "You paint?"
"No... well, I used to, but I was only getting started with it. I don't know much about mixing colors or anything. But I sketch."
Seimei smiled again; this smile seemed wider than any of the others so far.
"Wow…" he murmured. "Art is something I've tried numerous times without an iota of success. I always marvel when someone can draw."
"Mine aren't anything special," Ritsuka told him. He was scared that Seimei would get it into his head that Ritsuka was some kind of educated, cultured fine artist. He was nothing but an amateur, and not a spectacular one, at that.
"Hmmm….will you show me some of them sometime?"
"I... really?" he asked, and smiled for the first time when Seimei gave a single, sophisticated nod. Did this mean he wanted to see him again? "Sure. It's nothing really great. Soubi has seen them..."
"Did he say anything about them?"
"Oh, he said a mouthful. He also gave me a lot of money for a few of them." He paused to sip at his wine. It was sweet, but not sickly so. It was actually really good.
"I see," chuckled Seimei. "You know….I do have a few dark chocolates. Would you like one? They complement the wine perfectly. And they have the added bonus of being potent aphrodisiacs."
He sent a playful wink in Ritsuka's direction.
Having been looking up at Seimei, Ritsuka got the full force of that gesture and felt it right in his gut. Unfortunately, he had been about to set down his wineglass in the same moment, and fumbled it. The contents spilled across the table.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry!" Ritsuka said, standing abruptly.
Seimei moved to stand too, not even looking at the wine spreading precariously over the tabletop. Instead, he was watching Ritsuka.
"It's alright, really," he insisted, shaking his head. "Accidents happen. I have some towels in the -"
"No no no, it's red! It will stain everything!"
Ritsuka felt himself panicking. Even though he knew he shouldn't, that it wouldn't help anything, he couldn't help the burning in his throat. Couldn't relieve the tightness in his lungs.
Seimei stepped forward, taking hold of Ritsuka's shoulders across the coffee table. Despite the touch, Ritsuka couldn't take his eyes off spilled wine between them. It looked like an ocean of deep red.
"Ritsuka," Seimei said, quiet but firm. It was enough to get Ritsuka's full attention.
"It will be fine. You just wait here….I'll get the towels."
And then throw me out, I'm sure, thought Ritsuka, looking immediately back at what was becoming a larger and larger stain the moment Seimei walked away.
Why was he klutzy? Why did he have to flip the freak out each time Seimei attempted to flirt with him? He knew he couldn't do this. He told Kio he couldn't do this! It was all his fault for not listening!
That was it. As soon as Seimei came back he was going to inform him that Kio owed him a new coffee table, new carpet, anda new sofa.
He crossed his arms defiantly.
Seimei returned with a small stack of pristine white towels. He set about laying two over the coffee table and using the remaining ones to dab at the carpets underneath.
Which were, to Ritsuka's utter horror, also white.
"There's no harm done, really," Seimei said reassuringly when he was done. "It's not the first wine spill I've encountered and it won't be the last."
Ritsuka had no idea what to say to that. His legs were feeling too shaky to hold up his own weight, and he fell back into his seat with a soft plop. It seemed like the evening was well and truly over. And just when he had thought that he could do this. Seimei was so wonderfully charming….
"Ritsuka…..I'll understand if you don't want to answer but I….I can't help but wonder….I know you're new to Soubi's house but I wonder if you're also new to….being with someone. Outside of doing it for a living."
"... You think I'm a v-" Ritsuka stopped. The looked on Seimei's face was all the confirmation he needed. "I...no! I mean, I'm not as advanced as Youji and Natsuo or anything but Soubi made sure to break me in well and good."
Seimei nodded, still looking a little taken aback. "So it's just….nerves, then? About being with a paying customer for the first time?"
Ritsuka could feel heat curling up his face, but he forced himself to keep eye contact. Seimei didn't sound upset at all, which Ritsuka didn't get at all, but he still figured he could use that to his advantage. He wasn't smooth by any means, but maybe he could fake it and get things back on track. He should flirt. And to do that, all he would have to do was say exactly what was on his mind.
"Partly, but…" No, he couldn't do it. His eyes shifted downward, and he began to rub at his arm again. "but I guess it's mostly because I… I didn't expect my first client to be YOU. You're very handsome. I didn't think I would be attracted to any of my clients."
Yeah, he felt about twenty shades of stupid right now.
He kept his head down, but managed to roll his eyes back up, peering at Seimei through his eyelashes.
Seimei blinked thoughtfully at him for a few beats, saying nothing at all. He went so long without speaking that Ritsuka began to wonder if he'd botched things up royally and been too forward. Maybe Seimei LIKED having his call boys shy? Maybe he preferred to always make the moves?
Just when Ritsuka had decided that yeah, he had made things even worse, and yeah, he was done for….Seimei leaned back in his couch with a small, hesitant smile.
"Hmm," he said. "Ritsuka…why don't you come and sit and next to me?"
Oh God. Sit next to his hotness? He would probably melt. Probably, though, that was a good thing. They couldn't very well get on with this if Ritsuka stayed on the opposite end of the room.
He nodded and moved forward, not knowing if it was okay to stare at Seimei or not. It felt kind of threatening, but maybe it was sexy? God, he was over thinking it. It wasn't a big deal! He just needed to cross the damn room and sit down!
He managed it, at least, and sat tenderly on the edge of the sofa in the very corner, leaving a good amount of space between the two of them. He shot Seimei what was surely a nervous and completely unsure smile and was somehow able to NOT look away this time. The light of the fire was dancing gently across Seimei's face, highlighting his features instead of casting them in shadow. Man… he was gorgeous. It twisted Ritsuka's thoughts in a whole new direction, and he had to wonder: WHY was Seimei taking up with call boys? There was no way he couldn't find a date that was acceptable to society. It was a physiological impossibility.
Ritsuka felt Seimei slide closer to him, knocking his train of thought completely askew. Seimei was close enough now that their thighs were touching. It was ridiculous, Ritsuka thought, that the space between them now felt even warmer than the fire crackling mere feet away.
"You are far more handsome than I," said Seimei. "Your eyes….your skin…."
Ritsuka couldn't believe it. Who was it that Seimei saw when he looked at him? Surely not the gangly teenager in the mirror?
"And the way you're dressed..." Seimei went on. "It does things to a man."
He trailed his fingers lightly down Ritsuka's arm, from his exposed shoulder all the way to the inside of his wrist. The fingers rubbed lightly there, back and forth.
Even that small gesture, which would undoubtedly be likened to a mere handshake to the other boys, sent a rush of carnal need straight down Ritsuka's stomach. He barely choked down a breathy gasp and managed to hide it behind a very obvious swallow. His pulse points began throbbing, sending blood humming through his veins.
It was far too soon before Seimei pulled his hand away; Ritsuka felt the loss of his touch with a painful ache. When he turned to see what had prompted Seimei to stop, he found that Seimei was busying himself with his cufflinks, removing them from the cuffs of his shirt and tossing them onto the coffee table. Then Seimei rolled up his shirtsleeves, folding them neatly up and up until they reached his elbows.
Then Seimei turned back to him again.
"Let's see if we can't get you more comfortable," he said. He shifted so that his back was resting against the couch's armrest, one leg resting along the back of the couch and the other bent at the knee, foot on the floor. Even in slacks, he made the pose look effortless.
Seimei gestured toward himself. "Come and lean against me."
Ritsuka swallowed again. There was no way to mistake Seimei's meaning. He wanted Ritsuka to sit between his legs.
Ritsuka was hyper-aware of every movement he made as he maneuvered himself into the position. Even when he made it there, he sat up straight, allowing no part of himself to intrude on Seimei's body.
"Like this," Seimei urged, voice suddenly a bit deeper. He slid his hands around Ritsuka's waist, pulling him closer into the V of his thighs.
Ritsuka heard the words, "lean back" being spoken into his ear, and then his back was flush against Seimei's chest.
He felt Seimei nodding behind him. "That's it."
The sensation of two large, warm hands against his shoulders brought on a wave of comfort he had not been expecting. And when Seimei's fingers began to knead the taught muscles beneath his skin, he felt himself become instantly heavier as his body began to relax. Seimei's touch was the perfect blend of thorough and delicate, and Ritsuka felt gooseflesh spread across his skin as those hands began working down his arms.
Their positions made it so that every word Seimei said was spoken right into Ritsuka's ear. Ritsuka could feel Seimei's breath skating over his skin, like a softer, more teasing version of his touch.
"How is it?" Seimei asked. "Would you like it harder? Softer?"
Ritsuka couldn't answer. He wanted to tell Seimei how good it felt, how Seimei shouldn't change a thing, but the words were lodged in his throat and stuck there.
"….just right?" Seimei prodded. His hands were kneading into Ritsuka's biceps.
Ritsuka managed a nod at that. He felt his head dipping forward, so relaxed that the effort at holding it up seemed too great. He felt Seimei's lips touch his ear, curving into a smile there.
"There you go," Seimei murmured. "Just relax."
It was as if Seimei's voice had manifested into a solid form. The tickling sensation it sent down Ritsuka's back was so intense, so arousing, he couldn't stop a soft, humming moan from slipping past his lips.
Ritsuka heard a gulping sound from behind him, and realized it must have come from Seimei himself. Then there were soft, cool lips pressing kisses against his neck, and Ritsuka forgot how to breathe.
Running purely on instinct, he felt his head loll to the side, giving Seimei access to a wider expanse of his throat and neck. At the same time he had arched back, pushing closer into the hard chest beneath his back. His hands latched onto the lean thighs on either side of him, and Seimei's kisses became more pronounced and demanding.
"Ritsuka…." Seimei ground out, in between kisses. Ritsuka felt himself whimper in response. He didn't know how things had become so heated so quickly. And yet….there was no mistaking it. Seimei latched onto the space where his neck became his shoulder and sucked powerfully. Ritsuka arched back again, and this time, he felt a bulge pressing against his bottom.
He was shuddering too much to properly absorb everything that was happening; the warmth and wet and breath and sharp graze of teeth had him gasping and panting, squirming and arching against the bulge that was becoming increasingly larger.
To his dismay, Seimei broke off with a few lingering kisses, and Ritsuka stilled for a moment, then moaned again as Seimei's hands came to life and began gliding up his sides and over his stomach.
"Good?" Seimei asked, his voice all breath. "Look at me."
Ritsuka complied, his eyes half-lidded. It WAS good, it was so good… it was…
Seimei's lips were on his, pressing and moving, absorbing the gratified noise that Ritsuka's next breath expelled.
With a mind of its own, Ritsuka's hand came up and laid itself against Seimei's neck, holding him in place as they kissed. He could feel Seimei's tongue run along the seam of his lips, coaxing them to open, and Ritsuka could do nothing but obey. And then their tongues were curling and pushing back against each other. It took a few seconds to establish a rhythm, but when it finally happened, Ritsuka saw stars.
Seimei's hands were roaming freely now, up and down his sides….over the flat of his stomach…higher, up to his chest, too, where Seimei's fingers fanned back and forth over his nipples. Ritsuka moaned again, and the sound was again caught in Seimei's mouth. Every noise that Ritsuka made seemed to fuel Seimei's efforts. Now Ritsuka could feel Seimei's hands sliding down again, over his bellybutton, and then lower still. They slid over the waistband of his pants. And then Ritsuka felt a few fingers slide teasingly underneath.
The fingers skimmed along, slowly and carefully following the contours of his waist. When they reached the sharp protrusions of Ritsuka's hipbones, they paused. A few seconds later, Ritsuka realized why.
Seimei was feeling the waistband of his thong now.
His fingers hooked immediately underneath the thin strings. Surely Seimei knew what Ritsuka was wearing now…he was pulling the strings up slightly, until they peeked out of the top of Ritsuka's pants.
And then immediately, Ritsuka heard a low, almost pained sound escape Seimei's lips. Seimei was shifting behind him. That bulge at his bottom was rocking minutely forward and back.
Oh God, Ritsuka thought, covering his mouth in an attempt to muffle the choked gasps emanating from his throat. Seimei liked it, and his evident desire make the front of Ritsuka's pants swell further. One of Seimei's hands glided over it, and Ritsuka cried out, feeling himself throb beneath the pressure.
Seimei's hand curled around him, gentle but still firm. His lips were at brushing over Ritsuka's earlobe. They were soft and smooth but every few seconds, Ritsuka would feel the sharp bite of teeth sinking down. When Seimei's hand curled even more firmly around him and began to stroke, Ritsuka cried out again. Louder.
There was a rush of warm breath in his ear and Seimei let out a tortured moaned. He moved out from beneath Ritsuka and pinned him against the cushions, kissing him again on the mouth and quickly establishing a deep, dominating rhythm. Ritsuka tried to control himself, but whimper after soft whimper escaped him each time Seimei's tongue thrust against his.
Seimei's hips were rocking against him again, now more than ever. They were aligned perfectly along the couch cushions. With every undulation, their hipbones brushed and Ritsuka could feel Seimei straining through his slacks, right there against his front. Ritsuka found himself wanting more. As good as it had been up to now, and as good as it WAS now, he wanted more. Closer. Deeper.
He slid a knee between Seimei's thighs and wrapped his legs tight around his, arching upward, his arms looping around Seimei's neck.
It felt like flames to Ritsuka, the way they were clinging and clutching at each other. Seimei's movements were becoming more and more demanding. His teeth were biting into Ritsuka's neck, and Ritsuka burned with the sensation. But there was Seimei's tongue, too, laving at his skin and soothing the sting. He was grinding hard against Ritsuka's thigh. Where the force of his desire pressed, Ritsuka felt a heavy, intense yearning.
Without any forethought, his hands inches their way down Seimei's back, nails gliding across the fabric. When he reached the firm edge of a belt, he traced it around to the front.
Seimei broke off, leaning up on his hands and providing a wedge of space between their torsos; Ritsuka began undoing each of the buttons on Seimei's button down, revealing a smooth, slightly golden chest. He wasn't buff, and Ritsuka was glad for that. He was slender but toned, and it felt and looked absolutely perfect beneath his curious hands.
Ritsuka was surprised at how hard Seimei was breathing - his chest rose and fell noticeably. Ritsuka traced every contour and curve he could find, drinking in the sight of someone so beautiful welcoming his touch. Though still breathing deeply (and shifting his hips every now and then), Seimei let him look and touch his fill.
There was a faint dusting of hair below Seimei's belly button, which grew more and more dark before it disappeared under his belt. Ritsuka's fingers curled underneath the belt, toying with it, knowing what lay beyond it and lusting for it.
He was getting so excited he was quivering. The belt was military style, all soft black vinyl with a solid, square buckle. He flicked his finger against the metal, his nail sending a faint clink into the air, then tugged at the excess length that had been tucked into a loophole on his slacks. The belt looked enticing against Seimei's flat stomach, especially with the bulge just beneath. He tugged harder, the action causing their arousal to briefly brush together.
Seimei retreated suddenly, and Ritsuka began to panic, thinking he had done something wrong, but then Seimei stood and scooped Ritsuka into his arms.
Ritsuka's arms instinctively wound themselves around Seimei's neck, fearing that they'd overbalance and go crashing to the ground. But Seimei held him secure and steady, one arm behind Ritsuka's back and the other underneath his knees. He carried him over to the same bar counter that held the wine decanters and the candles; Ritsuka had no idea what Seimei was planning. He didn't need a drink right now! He needed to undo that belt...to get inside...
But suddenly Seimei set Ritsuka down, sitting him up on the edge of the counter. He kept one hand curved around Ritsuka's hip, standing close between Ritsuka's legs. With the other, Seimei pushed the decanters far over toward the candles, roughly, seemingly uncaring of the possibility of the bottles spilling or even breaking.
Then he fit himself snugly in the V of Ritsuka's thighs, wound his arm around Ritsuka's hips, and pulled them both nearer to the center of the counter.
Seimei began kisses at Ritsuka's throat, undoing the ties lacing up the sides of his "shirt," emblazing fire through Ritsuka's core again. In response he unbuckled Seimei's belt and tugged open his slacks. He felt his shirt give way and it was tossed to the floor.
"It's okay. You can touch me," Seimei said, panting against Ritsuka's cheek. "Please do." His lips reattached to Ritsuka's, and Ritsuka's hand slid between the parted material to what lay beneath.
At the first brush of contact, Seimei managed to inch even closer. Emboldened by how welcome his touch seemed to be, Ritsuka slid his hand further, until it came right to the base of Seimei's length. His hand was too small to encompass it all at once, but Seimei didn't seem to mind. His kiss came deeper now, jaw widening with the effort to control Ritsuka's mouth.
Ritsuka began a few tentative strokes. He was unsure of what Seimei would like best and how Seimei would want it and how Seimei was kissing him was making it very hard to consider the issue. But it felt so very good to be touching Seimei here...he didn't want to stop because he didn't yet know the proper way. He tried a few twists at the end of his strokes, flexing his wrist, and Seimei made an appreciative "mmm" sound.
His heart flittering madly, Ritsuka broke away from the kiss and looked down at his hand as he withdrew Seimei from his slacks and held him in his palm. It was big, thick, but not frighteningly large. Was every inch of this man perfect? Fascinated, lust-dazed, he rolled his thumb across the tip, spreading the moisture beaded there across the surface and heard Seimei's breath hiss through his teeth.
Ritsuka paused and looked up, startled at the sound.
Seimei's eyes were shut and his lips were parted slightly in a pained-looking grimace.
"Don't...don't stop," he muttered. "Don't..."
Ritsuka felt a wonderfully novel mix of self-satisfaction and pure lust shoot through him. He rolled his thumb across the tip again, this time watching Seimei's face for any change in expression. Seimei's eyes squeezed tighter shut. His hands clenched hard on Ritsuka's hips.
Ritsuka wrapped his other hand around him and began an up and down motion, twisting both fists in opposite directions as he moved. Seimei began tearing the snaps open on Ritsuka's pants; Ritsuka lifted his hips to allow Seimei to slide off his pants. He expected the thong to go with it, but Seimei stared down at him through half-lidded eyes and then began fondling him through the paper thin material. Ritsuka's forehead fell to Seimei's shoulder as he moaned.
Seimei bit out a soft curse, touching Ritsuka with a single-minded lasciviousness. Those hands...large and masculine...cupping him and making Ritsuka feel like all his nerve endings were being pulled to the place between his legs and concentrated there.
"I can't see you in this thing," Seimei breathed. "Without wanting to..."
Ritsuka moaned again in answer. As far as he was concerned at the moment, whatever Seimei wanted to do to him was fine. He realized that it was probably smart to let Seimei know that but the words were jammed in his brain. Seimei was stroking him now and it was all Ritsuka could do to keep himself upright, never mind speaking.
His hands had stopped moving, he realized, and began with some difficulty to move them again, matching the rhythm of the strokes Seimei was using on him. Seimei's breath quickened again, more precum dripping out the end.
Ritsuka was entranced. Right in front of him was proof of Seimei's desire for him. He stroked with more confidence, steady and firm, watching what his hands were doing. He fought with all his might to focus on making Seimei feel good, instead of just basking in the pleasure Seimei was giving him. At the end of one stroke, Ritsuka passed his palm right over the tip and continued down the other side of the shaft. When he did, his palm was thoroughly slick and sticky. Seimei was….
Suddenly, Ritsuka heard a low, throaty groan in his ear. And then Seimei's hands were under his thighs, picking him up, carrying him again.
Seimei brought them near to the fireplace again, sitting down in one of single-person overstuffed chairs. This put Ritsuka right into his lap; his legs wound themselves naturally around Seimei's waist.
Seimei hooked his fingers into the waistband of Ritsuka's thong once again, following the strings forward toward Ritsuka's front.
"I know this is your first time with a client…" he was saying. His eyes were trained on Ritsuka's lower half. Even half-hidden under his eyelashes, Ritsuka could see that they were glowing with heat. "But I can't….I need to be close to you….here….soon…."
And then Seimei uncurled one of his fingers from Ritsuka's waistband, reaching with his freed hand into a side table drawer. He retrieved a small bottle of clear fluid from it. Seimei flipped open the bottle's plastic cap single-handedly and poured a small dollop of the stuff inside onto each of Ritsuka's thighs. After setting the bottle out of reach again, Seimei used both hands to spread the clear fluid up and down the insides of Ritsuka's thighs.
The sensations it sent up his legs were far powerful than the gesture appeared. Ritsuka leaned back and spread his knees apart, giving Seimei easier access and a much better view. Ritsuka saw his gaze travel up the smooth expanse of skin and linger on the prominent mound that was the front of his thong. He couldn't help but smile; he was beginning to feel wickedly pleased at the blatant arousal in Seimei's expression.
Seimei took one finger, still glistening faintly with the fluid, and traced it gently over the mound. It was far less contact than he'd used before on that area, but somehow the gesture was more intense this way, and Ritsuka shuddered.
Then Seimei ran his whole palm over Ritsuka, bottom to top. He was shifting his hips restlessly in the chair, as though he wanted to grind himself against Ritsuka's front.
"Let me…." said Seimei, huskily. He moved Ritsuka around in his lap, so that Ritsuka's back was against his chest and his knees were on either side of Seimei's. "Let me do this…here…."
The words came out like a plea. To Ritsuka, it sounded like Seimei was hoping that Ritsuka wouldn't refuse him. It was insane, really. Ritsuka was here for Seimei…and nothing so far had felt anything but brilliant…
Ritsuka felt Seimei shift his hips underneath him once again. After that…something slid into place very neatly, like the edges of two jigsaw puzzle pieces coming together.
It was enchanting to see the girth of Seimei sticking up between his thighs, flush against his own arousal, which felt like it were ready to burst free of its cotton confines. Ritsuka felt hands grip his hips, and then Seimei was moving, slowly at first, thrusting himself against the material. Catching on, Ritsuka squeezed his legs together as tightly as they'd go, constricting Seimei between the slick flesh.
Seimei let out an audible noise, something halfway between a curse and a whimper, and began thrusting harder.
Keeping his thighs squeezed together, Ritsuka tried to match Seimei's movements, hoping to spur him on. When Seimei pushed forward, Ritsuka arched his back. The effect was that Ritsuka's bottom ground against Seimei's hips. It also had the unexpected benefit of giving more stimulation to Ritsuka's arousal. It slid back and forth against Seimei's with every thrust. Ritsuka looked down at himself and saw a circle of wetness spreading outward on the cotton of his thong.
He wanted to know if Seimei was in a similar state, but it was difficult to tell; he was already shiny and slick from the oil. It seemed to be gliding easier now, the sound of skin smacking damp skin egging Ritsuka on. He grabbed hold of Seimei's knees for better leverage and worked himself not faster, but harder, more precise. Seimei's breath was coming hotter against his ear, riffling his hair. The small gasps sent a series of shivers down his back.
He wanted to come so badly… he wanted Seimei to come…right now, all over his thighs.
At the end of one particularly hard downward thrust, Ritsuka heard Seimei make a sort of throaty growling sound. It was low and deep and so very masculine…Ritsuka felt shivers flow down his spine.
Seimei's hands clenched tightly into his hips, so hard that Ritsuka felt his nails digging in. The sharpness felt arousing, not painful. It was just like being touched, but in a more wild, possessive manner. Ritsuka could feel the muscles in Seimei's thighs going taut underneath him, Seimei's breaths coming out in long, shuddering gasps. And not a second later, Seimei's warm wetness spilling out between his legs.
There was something incredibly satisfying about the stickiness now coating Ritsuka's lower abdomen and upper thighs, but he still squirmed restlessly, his own need for release clawing at his stomach.
Seimei dropped his cheek to the back of Ritsuka's shoulder and tried audibly to catch his breath. His hands had dropped from Ritsuka's hips and were idly stroking his thighs.
Seimei's chest was rising and falling against Ritsuka's back. When Ritsuka could feel the movements easing a bit, Seimei's hands moved up to his sides, fingers trailing over his ribcage.
"The view is very nice from back here, I must say," Seimei murmured. Ritsuka knew he was smiling; it was evident in his voice, in the way that he sounded so languid and satisfied. "And yet…."
One hand crept around toward Ritsuka's belly button, and then even lower. It looked deliberate, the way that Seimei's fingers dragged themselves through the come, gathering some of it up before continuing on their path south. They slipped silently under the cotton of Ritsuka's thong, wrapping around his arousal for the first time, not pausing before beginning long, smooth strokes.
"I know that the front is quite worthy of my attention, too."
Ritsuka's fingers flexed into the skin beneath his hands. He lifted one hand to his mouth and bit into the base of his thumb, trying uselessly to stifle the moans. Was it okay for him to come too? Did Seimei want him to?
…It didn't matter. He could feel his orgasm building with alarming speed, and it would only take a few strokes more before—
Seimei pulled away, lifting Ritsuka again as he stood from the chair only to move them both onto the carpet. Ritsuka's back touched the floor gently as Seimei lowered him onto it and fitted himself on top, kissing Ritsuka's lips and drawing him close, like a lover would do.
Seimei was a natural lover, it was obvious; each touch persuasive and honeyed to perfection.
And Ritsuka was melting beneath the warm, sweet allure.
The warmth radiating from the fireplace felt like a liquid blanket. It was like Ritsuka and Seimei were wrapped up underneath it, miles and miles away from anything else in the world, concerned only with pleasure, and how best to achieve it. Seimei's hands were everywhere, it seemed. The sensitive curve of Ritsuka's lower back, the taut muscles of his thighs, the stretch of skin behind his knees….it wasn't where Ritsuka most wanted be touched, and it was frustrating, yes, but….it was still so good, somehow. The ache of it. The desire for more, and the faith that more would come. Ritsuka needed only to wait for it.
And waiting, it seemed, was proving to be an agonizingly delicious torture. Ritsuka hadn't engaged much in the art of foreplay and hadn't yet learned to appreciate its merits; Seimei was a grand master, though. His lips worked steadily along the curve of Ritsuka's jawline and climbed down to his ear, where he trailed the tip of his tongue along the rim with sinister ease. Ritsuka's breath caught in his throat, his fingers curling into Seimei's biceps. A soft chuckle in his ear, dark and satisfied, and Seimei continued to work his way downward.
Ritsuka didn't know what to expect when Seimei's mouth reached his chest, but the sensation of Seimei's tongue circling a nipple and the sudden gentle graze of teeth made him jerk and cry out. The sensation sent a sharp throb directly between his thighs.
There was another of those dark, satisfied chuckles. Ritsuka forced his eyes open and found that Seimei was looking up at him, his lips still brushing against Ritsuka's nipple. Seimei was wearing a smile that had more in common with a grin than a smirk. He held Ritsuka's gaze, never wavering in the eye contact, while his tongue slipped forward from his curved lips. The very tip swept Ritsuka's nipple again. Seimei's expression made it very, very clear that he knew exactly what Ritsuka was going through inside. And that he savored every bit of the knowledge.
An idea began forming in Ritsuka's head, mixed up and swirled into his fog of lust. Seimei got off on making others feel good. He genuinely enjoyed being the giver….and oh, that was such an arousing thought that Ritsuka nearly gasped aloud.
Not one to do something by halves, it seemed, Seimei toyed at the other nipple – using his fingers to tease it into hardness, dragging his nail delicately over the taut bud, while his mouth continued its thrilling assault on the first.
With this realization burning in the back of his mind, Ritsuka felt the rest of his uneasiness melt into oblivion. If this is what Seimei wanted, Ritsuka was going to let him have it, and he was going to enjoy the surrender.
Emboldened, his slid his fingers into Seimei's hair and arched into it, the sensations created by each pull of Seimei's lips drawing a series of barely controlled gasps, moans, and low, drawn out growls.
Seimei's hands roamed softly, and Ritsuka was sure he was getting spoiled for that touch, and how insanely perfect it felt against his skin.
Ritsuka felt Seimei's fingers slide underneath his waistband again. But this time, Seimei didn't take them away before pulling the thong down past Ritsuka's hipbones and then dragging it down his thighs, and his calves, and finally his feet. Seimei tossed the thong carelessly aside.
And then….oh, then Ritsuka was treated to the feeling of soft lips sucking greedily at the space where his thigh became his stomach. The feeling of teeth came shortly after, and, wildly, Ritsuka hoped there would be a mark there when Seimei pulled away. Something dark red and stark against his skin. Something Ritsuka could see later and remember just how good sex could be.
Seimei trapped the base of Ritsuka's arousal between the triangle formed between his thumbs and forefingers and pressed inward and up into his pelvis, encouraging even more bloodflow to the area as he nipped at his inner thighs. In total disbelief it were possible, Ritsuka felt himself swell further, the throbbing now a steady hum. For a moment Seimei's lips were inching closer, closer... Ritsuka turned his head to the side, his eyes squinched closed, biting into his lip, and he was not sure but almost positive he was about to feel the encompassing heat of Seimei's mouth around his full arousal.
But Seimei moved upward again, and Ritsuka was distracted by the slow, deep penetration of Seimei's tongue against his.
Suddenly Ritsuka heard himself make a sound that would have been embarrassing if he'd had the presence of mind to really consider it. The sound was muffled by Seimei's mouth, still purposefully moving against Ritsuka's own.
And what prompted the sound….Seimei was lying fully on top of him again. And Ritsuka could feel that even though Seimei had gone once already tonight, he was capable of more.
Seimei broke away just far enough to regain use of his lips, his breath hovering just over Ritsuka's mouth. "You're eager for more."
It wasn't a question, but Ritsuka nodded, panting almost wildly, his fingers still curled into the silkened strands of Seimei's hair.
Seimei sucked Ritsuka's lower lip between his own and ran his tongue along it. Ritsuka writhed, the same noise escaping him.
Seimei pulled back again. He wasn't wearing a smile now….instead, his expression was focused, eyes blazing with intensity.
"So am I," he murmured. The words sounded like a promise to Ritsuka.
Seimei's palm ran flat and smooth over the space between Ritsuka's legs, and Ritsuka had to suddenly cry, "Stop!"
Seimei paused, looking into his eyes and tilting his head questioningly.
"I…I can't….if you do that, I'll…." Ritsuka muttered, incoherently.
Understanding dawning in his expression, Seimei pulled his hand away. "I see…." he said. His eyes glowed with an even brighter fire now.
He reached again into the side table drawer where earlier he had produced the bottle of lube, but this time he pulled from in a small packet and easily torn it open between swift, able fingers.
Ritsuka watched through half-lidded eyes as he rolled the protective sheath over himself and repositioned himself between Ritsuka's thighs.
Ritsuka aided him, vaguely aware of what a wanton rentboy he must look like right now, hitching his legs up and around Seimei's waist. The position trapped his arousal between his own stomach and Seimei's. Seimei was supporting himself on his hands, one on either side of Ritsuka's head.
One of the logs in the fireplace crackled softly behind them, splitting neatly in two and scattering embers into the grate below.
And then, in that hidden place below, Ritsuka felt Seimei nudge him firmly.
He inhaled at the contact and unconsciously held his breath as Seimei eased into him. He was gentle going in, the joining of their bodies fulfilling and not at all intrusive.
Seimei froze above him, going completely still. His breathing was suddenly ragged and deep. It sounded like he was near the point of pain.
"Don't move," he breathed out, harshly.
Ritsuka's heart rate shot up. Was something wrong? Had he done something? Was Seimei disappointed?
"Why?" he asked, almost afraid to know. "What's the matter?"
Seimei breathed in deeply before replying.
"Small…." he said. It sounded like every word was a monumental effort for him. "You're so small…"
Another instant of panic, and then Ritsuka felt it slipping away. Seimei wasn't in pain; the tight heat, Ritsuka was sure, was gripping him in nearly intolerable pleasure.
Feeling suddenly delighted beyond rationality, Ritsuka threaded his fingers back into Seimei's hair, feeling his own dark chuckle slip nearly whisper quiet past his lips. Seimei moaned softly, an almost-growl, and pressed his lips to Ritsuka's temple as he sunk in the rest of the way, up to the hilt of his erection.
Ritsuka couldn't stop himself from rolling his hips. He wanted Seimei as deep inside as possible. He wanted him to feel as good as he possibly could.
"It's good…" Seimei whispered against his skin. "It's so good…."
He set his lips to Ritsuka's again, barely touching, just close enough to lap at Ritsuka's mouth with his tongue. Enough to share his breath.
This was more like it... this was better... this was what Ritsuka had wanted, to be full and stretched and filled with Seimei. The smell of the fire mixed with the scent and taste of his beautiful stranger was an intoxicating concoction. He drew his legs tighter into Seimei's hips when he felt him retracting, easing back out, but then he was pushing forward again, slowly, so slowly, and Ritsuka's head fell back as the deep sensations blossomed through every fiber of his being.
They rocked together that way, slowly, intensely, right there on the floor. In a haze, Ritsuka saw a bead of sweat roll down the dip between Seimei's collarbones. The knowledge was just on the edge of his perception, and he leaned forward, tilting his head, to draw the bead into his mouth with the very tip of his tongue.
One of Seimei's hands found their way to the underside of Ritsuka's knee. Seimei held him there, hiking his thigh up higher by a fraction, before sinking down into him again. It was the deepest Seimei had yet penetrated, and there was SOMETHING in there that just….suddenly sparked…when Seimei thrust.
He cried out and felt a surge of precome lurch from himself. Seimei repeated the movement and Ritsuka clamped his hands over his mouth, horrified with himself for being unable to stop. The pleasure was blinding in its intensity, and Seimei kept going, hitting that spot a third time, a fourth, and then reached up and pulled Ritsuka's hands away from his mouth.
Ritsuka managed to look up at him, his eyelashes fluttering wildly to stay open.
"Don't..." Seimei panted, his voice so raspy and deep it only doubled Ritsuka's need to come. "I want...to hear... hear you." He moved a hand down to cradle Ritsuka's hips and thrust in again, harder this time, and Ritsuka's cry filled the room.
Seimei's forehead dropped to Ritsuka's shoulder. He was panting even harder now. "Yes….yes….shout for me….let me hear….hear you whine…."
Ritsuka arched his back, the movement coinciding deliciously with another of Seimei's thrusts. The added pressure made that something inside of him spark all the brighter. He whimpered and clung to Seimei's chest. There was no way Ritsuka could handle this for long….any second now, he was going to…..
"I..." He managed, slightly started by the desperation in his voice. "I need to..."
"Yes, say it..." said Seimei, his own breaths now coming out with some voice; just small sounds of, "mm, mm, mm."
"Come." Ritsuka moved more wantonly against Seimei, the pressure so tight he thought he'd burst. "I need to... come!"
Seimei adjusted his thrust just slightly, creating a bit more friction against Ritsuka's arousal. Ritsuka, feeling the slickness of his own desires as Seimei's stomach brushed over him brought him to the peak, and as Seimei pulled out (almost all the way), Ritsuka felt himself slowly tipping over the edge, like the moments spent in gravityless space on a rollercoaster about to plunge down an enormous drop.
Seimei slammed into him, the hardest thrust yet, and Ritsuka was shoved down the slope, coming so hard his ears were ringing with his own cries. God, there was so much of it. Ritsuka almost thought it wouldn't stop.
Seimei bit down on his shoulder, slowing his thrusts and pulling back a bit in order to stare down at him. Seimei's eyes raked over Ritsuka's limp, exhausted, sated form with a savage pleasure. His gaze lingered on the pool of wetness splattered over Ritsuka's stomach and chest.
Then, as if coming to a decision, Seimei took Ritsuka's legs and hitched them up over his shoulders, so that Ritsuka was bent almost in half.
And then Seimei resumed his deep, hard rhythm in earnest. Ritsuka trembled and shook under the onslaught, having only enough strength left to let it happen.
In this position, with his mind clearer post-orgasm, Ritsuka was able to savor Seimei's every push and pull. It was just as good, and in some ways better. Now, he could focus on the eroticism in Seimei's eyes…the naked hunger belied by his tapered hips….
And he realized he wanted this to end differently. He wanted Seimei to know how much Ritsuka wanted him to enjoy himself.
He began to struggle beneath Seimei's oppressive strength, and Seimei immediately fell still, panting loudly.
"Let me," said Ritsuka, wriggling out of Seimei's hold.
With the ease of two people who were long familiar with each other's motives, Seimei sat up as Ritsuka fitted himself into Seimei's lap and eased Seimei inside again. Seimei's hands clamped around his hips as Ritsuka began to move.
Seimei leaned back against the nearest couch, letting his head drop softly against the cushions. He let out a long, low, gratified sigh and Ritsuka felt something in his stomach flutter deliciously. Putting his hands on Seimei's shoulders for leverage, Ritsuka lifted himself up and sunk back down, hoping to elicit more of those sounds.
Seimei's eyes drifted closed. Ritsuka thought he looked like a man who had either found himself inside his own personal heaven…or was having the most amazing sex.
Maybe for Seimei, those were one in the same.
Some corner of his mind called up a moment earlier that night, when he had brushed his hips against Kio's during their street dance and Kio's breath had caught. Ritsuka used that move now, rolling his hips forward and circling against Seimei's hardness.
Seimei convulsed under him, exhaling sharply. "Are you…." He panted. "Very sure…this is your first time with a client?"
Ritsuka found himself giggling darkly. "I'm positive." He said, then rolled his hips again.
Seimei convulsed beneath him again, his moan louder this time, and Ritsuka decided it was the most amazing sound in the world. He began moving in an uninterrupted beat. He kept his hands on Seimei's shoulders and pressed his torso closer, keeping the rhythm sure and strong, just like his dancing.
And Seimei completely lost his head, hips jerking, cries and curses spilling out of him like the finale of fireworks at the end of a show.
Ritsuka wanted to drive him to the edge and push him over it. It was intoxicating, doing this. Seimei was so undeniably sexy and here was Ritsuka…pushing him into incoherent, fevered pleasure.
"Please, Seimei…" Ritsuka urged, unsure of where his boldness was coming. "Please…." He rolled his hips in the same sure, strong rhythm but with a greater intensity. Ritsuka wanted to make Seimei lose himself….he needed to.
Seimei's fingers dug into his hips, almost painful, but good... so, SO good. Ritsuka heard him grunt, teeth clenched, and then Ritsuka felt the first of many warm spasms, deep inside himself. During the intense, momentous moments that followed, Ritsuka felt the pulses continue – each one accompanied by another pleasured groan from Seimei. Eventually he stilled, breathing settling down….but together they remained, still joined and making no moves to part.
It was little after four in the morning when Seimei drove him back to The Street. Ritsuka was beginning to feel buzzed; sleepy from the hour and giddy from their activities.
He couldn't STOP looking at Seimei now, a complete 180 from the car ride to the penthouse. He was such a gentleman, exactly as Ritsuka had imagined all this time. He hadn't rushed to get Ritsuka back home, but rather took time coming down from his high and basked in the afterglow with a few more chocolates and idle conversation by the fire. He'd given Ritsuka a glass of water this time and helped him put his clothes back on. When he helped Ritsuka back into the car, he melted against the seat and took to staring at his Beautiful Stranger.
Seimei was driving one-handed, using the other to prop up his chin. A little smile would play across his mouth every now and again. Ritsuka thought he looked very pleased…very contented with the night. And the thought made a little bubble of happiness rise up in his chest. He hadn't screwed anything up. He had done well. His first night, and he had done well.
"I didn't miss a button, did I?" Seimei murmured, cutting his eyes teasingly toward Ritsuka's.
Ritsuka grinned shyly, feeling a hundred times more comfortable than he had at the beginning of the evening. "No….your buttons are alright."
"Ah, I see….it must be that I have some chocolate in my hair, then. Am I right?"
Ritsuka laughed at that. "No…your hair is alright too, Seimei."
Funny how the name just rolled off his tongue. Funny how it was so easy and natural to say.
Funny how everything was funny right now. How he was biting his lip to keep from laughing and he wasn't sure why. Seimei was funny, and Ritsuka decided he very much liked his gently teasing manner. Seimei was smiling again and Ritsuka covered his mouth and chuckled into it.
"What's funny?" asked Seimei.
"The chocolate," said Ritsuka, laughing as he spoke. "It's on your ear."
Confusion passed briefly over Seimei's face, and then he laughed loudly and wiped it away.
They both knew why it was there, after all; not Seimei's fault. Besides idly chatting during their recovery for the night, Ritsuka had sidled back into Seimei's lap to nibble his ear and kiss his neck.
All too soon, they were pulling up to the curb on The Street. Ritsuka noticed that hardly any boys were left outside….most of them were probably with clients, or else already finished and returned home. In fact, the only ones Ritsuka could see were Youji, Natsuo, and Kio. They were lined up on the sidewalk, rubbing their arms from the chill and talking amongst themselves. Seimei slowed to a stop in front of them, setting the Rolls into park and turning to Ritsuka with another teasing smirk.
"Hey, he's back!" Ritsuka heard Youji shout from outside. He knew he was supposed to get out of the car now but it felt like the last thing he wanted to do.
"I imagine they'll all want to hear about your first time," Seimei murmured. "I do hope it wasn't terrible for you."
Ritsuka laughed, playing along. "I've had worse."
"Oh? I thought Soubi was the only other."
"Yeah," said Ritsuka, fixing Seimei with a pointed, joking stare. "Just him."
Seimei burst into refined laughter at that. "I see."
"Ritsuka! Ritsuka! Ritsuka!"
Natsuo was bouncing outside the window, his hands clasped in front of him eagerly.
Kio shoved him out of the way and started forward, apparently to collect Ritsuka from the car.
"I'd better go," he said quickly, suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to keep Kio from flirting with Seimei again. "Sleep well."
"You too," Seimei said, smiling and watching as Kio wrenched the passenger door open.
Ritsuka did his best to climb out gracefully but his legs…..just didn't seem to work right. Everything from the waist down felt like warm, exhausted goo, and he stumbled as he exited the car. Luckily, Kio had fast reflexes and caught him before he toppled over. Ritsuka burst into more laughter.
"Oi! Seimei!" Kio shouted, staring at Ritsuka in concern. "What did you DO to him?"
A deep chuckle accompanied the sound of the engine revving twice. Ritsuka, still being necessarily supported, looked up from Kio's arms just in time to see the Rolls peel smoothly away.
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