Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Lover's Night ❯ If Walls Could Talk ( Chapter 1 )

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Dee moaned, burrowing his face into Ryo's neck, as the lighter-haired man skimmed his fingers down his side. The two men lay watching TV for some time, before Dee had flopped himself onto his side and thrown and arm around Ryo's ribs. Ryo, in turn, had snaked an arm of his own around Dee's shoulders, and moved his opposite hand to Dee's side, where his fingers now lightly danced.

How much of a cuddler Dee could become when he was around his lover still amused the raven-locked detective. He simply loved being near the man. Dee tightened his arm around Ryo, kissing his neck gently. He was perfectly content to stay like this.

Ryo had other plans. He trailed his ghost-like fingers to Dee's stomach, and up his chest to briefly brush over a nipple with his thumb, then replaced the wandering hand back at his lover's side.

"I love you, Ryo," Dee sighed contently, already feeling the stirrings in his groin. "Love me?"

"Hai, Dee." His eyes took on a mischievous glint that Dee, having his head nestled against Ryo's shoulder, could not see. "Wanna see how much?" he whispered, his voice growing heavier with lust.

Dee's head flashed up instantly to stare into Ryo's near black pools. Japanese-American lips drew into a smirk, and he craned his neck slightly to touch his lips to Dee's.

"Wait here a sec,"the shorter of the two murmured. With Dee's eyes on him, he threw his legs off the couch and gracefully made his way into the bedroom they now shared. Dee laid back on the couch, intertwining his fingers behind his head and closing his eyes, his erection now trying to escape from the confines of his jeans.

Mere moments passed before Ryo's voice called Dee to him. Without hesitation, Dee moved off the couch towards the closed bedroom door, intent on simply throwing Ryo down and making love to him until he could no longer walk.

Upon turning the doorknob and entering, however, the sight before him had him frozen in place, needing the assistance of the door frame to keep him knees from buckling.

Ryo sat at the edge of their bed, wearing nothing but a golden silk robe that Dee was sure had never been on their premises before now. At the headboard, two strips of the same material were tied, and a third, longer, and wider strip lay across the width of the bed.

Slowly, Ryo stood, moving two steps from the bed so that when he faced Dee, all that was behind him was the egg-shell-colored wall. Dee watched, completely enthralled, as Ryo brought one hand up to chest height while lowering his head, keeping his eyes on Dee, and beckoned him with a single finger. Awestruck, and fearing that he was dreaming, Dee crossed the room slowly.

As Dee neared, a grin spread itself across Ryo's lips, and when he was about arms-length away, Ryo began to take small steps backward until his back bumped against the wall.

Dee continued forward, taking the hand that was still at his chest, and bringing the palm to his lips.

Ryo shuddered as Dee's tongue began tracing the ridges of his palm, while Dee pressed forward until his hips pressed Ryo's back against the plaster of the wall. Gently, Ryo slipped his hand out of Dee's, threading it through his black hair, and pulling Dee's mouth down to his.

He held Dee firmly in place, alternating sucking his tongue into his mouth and nibbling at his lips. Dee couldn't help but moan and grind his hips up into Ryo's, desperately seeking friction.

When Ryo broke away, both men were panting, their eyes glazed over with lust. Ryo leaned forward again, to whisper against Dee's lips, and Dee closed his eyes.

"Aishiteru, Dee." He pressed his lips softly to Dee's, and then was gone.

Dee's eyes flew open upon feeling the rush of air where Ryo's body had been. Before he had time to react, however, he felt nimble fingers at his fly, gently but swiftly undoing the button, and pulling down the zipper. He braced himself for the flash of cold air against the sensitive heat of his groin, but he felt nothing but a wet fire burn his senses.

At the risk of coming on the spot, Dee glanced downward to see his jeans pooled around his ankles (he's worn no boxers today), and himself buried deep in Ryo's mouth.

"Oh, God," he groaned, bringing both palms up to brace himself against the wall, and squeezing his eyes shut. "Oh, God, Ryo."

Ryo slowly bobbed his head, taking his lover's sex in his mouth as far as he could each time, before pulling back and licking up and down the shaft. When Ryo paused his actions momentarily and moaned Dee's name, Dee cracked his eyes open to stare down at his lover.

He nearly came instantly.

The golden cloth had been pushed to one side of his hip, while Ryo's own hand reached behind himself, preparing himself. His eyes were closed, and his head tilted back, as his own fingers pumped that gorgeous ass that Dee loved so much.

Dee quickly shut his eyes again, only to feel Ryo's lips wrap around his weeping sex once again, merely moving it in and out twice before coating it in lubricant with his hand, and placing a kiss to Dee's hip bone, and sliding up his body to appear between his splayed hands. His tongue flicked Dee's top lip before claiming his mouth and wrapping his arms around Dee's strong shoulders.

Fire raged within them, as Dee moved his hands to Ryo's ass and hoisted him up to straddle his hips, the robe falling to hang between Ryo and the wall. As soon as his feet left the ground, Ryo wrapped his long legs around Dee's waist, grinding their erections between them.

Swiftly, Dee raised Ryo up aagain enough to position himself at the older man's opening.

"Sure you're ready, Ryo?" he asked, concerned.

"Yes, Dee. Just do it!"

With a grin, he brought Ryo back down, effectively impaling him on Dee's stiff member and slamming into Ryo's prostate at the same time.

A cry escaped Ryo's lips, and his head fell back. Dee held still for a moment, allowing Ryo to adjust. Only when his lover shifted his hips did Dee pull back and slide back in slowly.

Ryo gripped the other man's shoulders, allowing his head to roll forward to Dee's shoulder, where he began pressing kisses, as Dee leaned Ryo's back against the wall.

They moved together for a time, Dee pulling back and thrusting with his hips, and Ryo using Dee's shoulders as leverage to pull up and slide back down.

The fiery passion soon built to an inferno, however, and both men began thrusting desperately, seeing release. Each time Dee's member speared Ryo's sweet spot, the older man saw stars and clenched his teeth.

Dee shifted to hold his lover up with one arm, while the other hand came between them to stroke Ryo's leaking length.

"Oh, God, Dee!" The cry rang through Ryo's apartment as he coated his and Dee's chest, as well as Dee's hand, with his essence, and fell limp against his partner.

Still pumping furiously into his lover, Dee brought his come-sticky hand to his mouth to taste Ryo.

The taste of his lover was the push he needed, and with one final snap of his hips, he fell into the abyss with Ryo's name on his lips.

Dee stilled, wrapping both arms back around Ryo's perfect ass, while Ryo limply clung with all limbs to Dee's form. When their erratic breathing began to calm, and Dee's flaccid member slipped from Ryo's body, the younger man allowed his lover to slide down his body and put both feet on the floor, their arms still tightly twined around one another.

Their mouths fused once again, each drawing the other's tongue into a playful battle. When they broke apart again for air, Dee released his hold and stepped back.

"So that's how much you love me, huh?" he winked.

"Nope," came Ryo's immediate response.

Dee's jaw dropped open, and he began stuttering, trying to find the right words.

Ryo grinned, lifting his hand to press against the underside of Dee's chin, effectively closing the gaping orifice.

"That," he murmured, dropping a kiss to Dee's now closed lips, "was only a fraction of it."

He winked, and spun Dee, swatting his ass to get him heading for the shower. Dee, in his haste, nearly tripped over the jeans still twisted around his ankles, and he hurriedly stepped out of them and headed for the bathroom.

He barely heard Ryo's soft voice as he spoke to himself.

"The best is yet to come, Dee Latener." Unconsciously, he giggled. 'Pun intended!'