by SA Payne
bottom again. It wasn't like he was going to complain, having Rye top him, well, those weren't thoughts that were helping Ichi gain better control over himself.
When Ichi was fairly sure he could stand the sight of a naked Rye and not melt to a pile of
adolescent goo, he followed the red head to the bedroom. There, he found out he should have
put ice into his pants because the sight of Rye nearly knocked him backwards. His hand fumbled
behind him to flick the lock on their bedroom door.
"Oh, my, God." Ichi heard himself whisper.
Rye had stripped. He was all bare, creamy pale skin over long, lean muscles. Of all the poses
Rye could have picked, of all the places he could have waited for Ichi, he'd picked the center of
the bed. There he knelt, raised up slightly, clutching the lube in his hands, the way he had that
first morning. Only this time, there was no fear, no dread, in the red head and he clutched the
lube in hungry need not worry.
Ichi stumbled back to lean against the locked doors as those grey eyes devoured him. "I'm
wearing too many clothes." He heard himself mumbling.
That made Rye laugh, a warm, dark chuckling sound that filled the room with lust and life. It
crinkled his eyes a little and made the hard length that jutted from a nest of dark black cherry
curls bounce. "I think you're always wearing too many clothes."
Another desire floated up in Ichi's mind and he was glad for the support of the door at his back.
"Rye?"
The merriment dissolved instantly in the fires of the intensity that burned from that single word.
"Anything." He confirmed again.
Ichi drew a slow breath and let his gaze sweep over the stunning sight again. "Prep yourself,
touch yourself, I want to watch, I want to see you come." The words dripped like honey wine,
thick and heavy, from Ichi's lips.
The lube slid from Rye's hands, gone numb at the bold words. Ichi's voice washed over him,
bathed him in desire and Rye struggled not to obey just from the mere suggestion of release
from his lover. His knees slid further apart, his spine arched backwards as a full shiver raced
across his body. So insensible was he from the delight of those whispered words that he was
unaware that he'd arched so far back that his shoulders brushed the bed behind him.
"Oh God." Ichi whispered at the sight. He watched, mind too shut down to even remember how to
undress, as slowly Rye regained some control. Watched as he raised up from the bed, a light
sheen of sweat making his skin glisten in the dim light, and as he fumbled after the lube. There
was something needy, desperate, in the grey eyes and Ichi knew what it was they wanted.
Rye knew he had to be quick because if Ichi wasn't fucking him senseless soon, he knew he'd go
crazy. He struggled to catch his breath and arched back up to kneeling instead of half laying
backwards on the bed. The lube had simply dropped beside him, instead of rolling away where
he'd have to hunt it. It slicked up his fingers and Rye didn't wait, there was no time left in him to be gentle or slow. He plunged two fingers into his body, moaning in that voice that was so
desperate, so needy that it sounded close to pain.
It was a struggle now to keep his eyes open but he needed to see that look of shocked, surprised
lust on Ichi's face. With his free hand, Rye slid lube across his own cock and began to lightly
stroke himself. It was a torment, one he'd endure forever if he could and the moment that his
body eased to two fingers, he moved to three.
There was a choice and Rye made the choice to deny himself. "Only you." He gasped, not sure he'd even spoken as his free hand slid down to lightly tease his balls before gliding up to stroke
himself more.
Ichi wasn't sure he was going to make it long enough. Those eyes, the moans, how stunningly
beautiful Rye was all worked together to unravel his control. Even his inexperienced eye could
see that Rye was prepping himself a little too quickly, a little too roughly and he wondered if it
was from a desire to move quickly or if Rye liked things a little rougher. His train of thought
derailed at the hoarse words that made little sense to Ichi.
"What?" He gasped out and caught his hands moving toward his own groin. Ichi shook his head, he wasn't going to jerk off, he wasn't like Rye, he couldn't come five times in twenty minutes.
Rye moaned. "Only you, Ichi, that spot, only for you, I won't touch it." He wanted to, God he
could feel the fireworks that it would set off. Ichi's eyes on him, watching the show, his pants split open and his own hard cock peeking out of the sheltering fabric, that made him want to show off,
made Rye want to be as sexy as he could so the other man would enjoy the show as much as
possible. It was something he held back from. "I want you... you to do that for me."
It was a lot to ask of someone that was basically a virgin top but hearing Rye ask for something
so intimate with no shame and total confidence, Ichi felt his pride swelling. He'd do it, he'd do it well and proper and be worthy of that faith. "I'm going to make you scream." Ichi heard himself promise, half meaning it for his ears only, mildly embarrassed at saying something so bold.
Rye did hear him and it was the matching look in those hazel eyes that pushed him over the
edge. Ichi looked like some shy, bedroom god and Rye knew he was going to be target of
whatever thoughts were swirling behind those eyes. His climax gathered him up and shorted out
his brain. Distantly, he heard himself whimpering, felt his own come splash across his chest, felt
a fourth finger join the other three but even this wasn't enough. He'd arched backwards too far
and fallen on his back on the bed, his fingers sliding unwillingly from his body. His legs fell apart, spread wide, begging and slutty and needing to draw Ichi over to join him but his mind was too
fried to form the words.
He didn't need words, when Rye's vision cleared enough that he could see again, Ichi was
standing over him. The sight made him moan and arch a little off the bed, his cock still hard,
trembling and unsatisfied. For the moment, he was too boneless, too spent to even think about
touching himself, and he lay there, waiting, wanting, trusting.
Ichi bent down, caught a handful of hair again and fisted it tight in his grip. It had to be painful but Rye moaned. When his lips found the pair below his own, they were parted and ready. He kissed
the red head with hunger and need, hovering over the shivering body and inhaling the scent of
sex and Rye.
When he opened his eyes and broke the kiss, Ichi saw a fleck of come against the gold of the
nipple ring. He grinned and it must have looked as wicked as he felt because Rye's eyes
widened in reply. Slowly, Ichi leaned down and with the flat of his tongue, swiped the speck from
Rye's pierced nipple.
Pleasure exploded, better than coming, better than fucking himself with even four fingers.
Nothing he did alone could compare to anything Ichi did to or with him, nothing. The wicked,
teasing look in those normally serious eyes made him shiver and he moaned, begging without
words, for anything Ichi wanted to give him.
He didn't expect to feel that hot, wet, tongue against his chest a second time. Rye arched and
glanced down to watch as Ichi very slowly bent over him and lapped the come from his chest
and stomach as daintily as a kitten licking up milk. Small, little, pointed tongue licks that barely flicked wet across his skin were counter balanced with wide, flat, sw
ipes and each contact made
Rye sob.
Ichi was making little sounds in the back of his throat that sounded so much like contented purrs
that Rye had to fist his hands into the sheets to keep from grabbing the other man, throwing him
on his back and impaling himself on Ichi's cock. That wicked tongue, those happy, sighing purrs,
the very fact that Ichi was licking him clean, had Rye moaning, begging to come again and Ichi
was still dressed.
Ichi glanced over and the head of Rye's cock was close by. Beaded at the tip were small drops,
as pearly and bright as the stains across Rye's pale flesh. It was natural to swipe them away
when the last of the come was licked clean from the stomach below. Rye arched from the bed,
gasping on a moan that half strangled on it's way out.
The sound made Ichi feel amazing. He was doing this, he was, nothing else, he was driving Rye
crazy. There were advantages to taking the more dominate role in the bedroom and he was
finding he liked being able to do anything he wanted. He swiped at the head of Rye's cock again
and the whimper was more needy this time.
That put a wicked thought in Ichi's mind. He parted his lips, just enough, to slid only the head into his mouth. Trapped there, he sucked on his treat, swirled his tongue, tormented just the sensitive
end of the aching cock and below him Rye writhed and moaned. Ichi reached out and trailed his
hands across Rye's legs, mapping the strength there, brushing them aside if the closed too
much, ghosting touch across hypersensitive skin. He didn't stop or pause or retreat until Rye
arched up, his hips leaving the bed in their effort to bury his length into the warm mouth
tormenting him. Ichi was waiting for that and kept just the tip inside of his lips but he swallowed the release quickly, easily.
Rye fell, exhausted and still writhing on the bed, nearly blinded by a blow job that only covered a bare few inches of his flesh. "Oh," he moaned. "Oh, please, fuck me, please, Ichi, please, fuck me, please." He begged, eyes shut because he couldn't stand to watch, he needed so deeply.
Chapter Thirty Four:
"Too many clothes." Ichi moaned as he struggled to undress. His shirt twisted and held him prisoner for a moment but he twisted and turned and got himself free. Cloth was removed and
tossed across the room, baring flesh and dragging more moans from Rye. Even his shoes
seemed to fight him and Ichi nearly lost his balance and fell as he tried to yank them off.
Finally nude, Ichi crawled onto the bed, drawn by the pale skin and warmth of the panting red
head. Rye arched upwards, seeking and receiving another kiss and Ichi let his hands wander
over the offered body. A little thought at the back of his mind wanted to stop and get detailed
instructions before continuing, maybe read up on the subject of being top instead of bottom. He
wanted everything to be right, with no mistakes or flaws but when he looked into Rye's eyes that
small logical voice fainted away.
Ichi slid across the other man, skin catching and dragging along skin in delicious friction. He
reached one arm out, stretching above them to pull pillows free and Rye didn't even have to be
asked to raise his hips and let them be placed gently at the small of his back. Without really
knowing how he got there, Ichi found himself hovering over Rye, slender legs around his own.
A lube slick hand found his cock and Ichi shivered and groaned. He hadn't heard Rye getting the
tube back open but he saw it drop from his free hand. There was no doubt now, he was really
going to do this and a wave of uncertainty and almost fear crested over him. What if he wasn't
any good? What if he hurt Rye? What if he was a disappointment?
"I love you." Rye whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as his hips arched up to meet Ichi's.
He paused, no longer feeling so frightened but still just as uncertain, hovered over Rye and
certain time had frozen just for them. Ichi felt his heart might break if he went on and was equally sure it would shatter if he stopped. "Rye? I've never..."
"Shhh..." Rye hissed out between panting breaths and considered just raping the man. "You won't hurt me, do it, please, Ichi, please." Ichi moved against him, every touch of skin to skin making Rye more crazed. He sobbed when he felt the tip of the other man pressing very gently
against his entrance. "Please, please, Ichi, please." He begged and found he really liked begging for Ichi.
The moaning, begging, desperate voice shattered past the last of Ichi's worries. He leaned
forward and was surprised at the level of force it took to breach that tight muscle. It was so slow, swallowed by fractions as he eased forward. When Rye's body eased and Ichi slipped inside, it
was like light exploded around him. His vision sparkled with it, his nerves crackled and Ichi
wasn't even sure he was breathing. Rye sounded like a wounded animal, moaning, gasping,
clawing at Ichi's back as bit by bit, Ichi slid into his body.
Legs wrapped around Ichi's waist and pulled him, hard. He lost his control and balance and
plunged all the way, deep, into Rye. The pleasure was too much, Ichi was trembling, he heard
his own gasped breath rumbling out harshly. He understood now, the pained pleasure look on
Rye's face when their roles were reversed, he understood the sense that if he didn't move, if he
didn't thrust wildly, he might die.
Rye looked like he might have died already. His head was tossed back, the longer layers of his
hair splayed out like dark red ribbons around him on the pale sheets. Those haunting grey eyes
were squinted shut, his mouth was parted in silent cries. The long, graceful neck was arched and
Rye's hands grasped Ichi's shoulders, his back, his arms, anything they could find in an effort to
pull the man closer.
Something about how lost, how passionate, Rye looked, shorted out a part of Ichi's brain. He
knew, logically, he should wait until Rye was adjusted and ready to move at all, he knew he
needed that time too because the pleasure flooding his body was beyond any words but seeing
Rye broke all thoughts into dust. Before he knew what he was doing, Ichi had slid from that tight
body and with a groan, back deep inside.
Rye's entire body arched, bowed up like a too tightly wound rope. His eyes popped open in
startled surprise and he moaned a muffled scream. "OH!" Rye shuddered, his eyes dilated, his
toes curled up and lost what shreds of control he had when his eyes locked onto Ichi's.
Come splattered up against Ichi's stomach, making him moan but it was the feel of Rye's body
gripping him, clinging to him, that nearly broke Ichi. His arms were trembling already but with the sudden, unexpected, pleasure, they gave out entirely. His weight fell against Rye's chest but
those arms held him close, those legs enfolded him further.
"Oh, God, oh I think I'm going to die." Ichi moaned, barely able to breath with no hope of thinking when he felt this good.
"So good... so good..." Rye whispered into the damp tendrils of dark hair as he came back down a little from the startling climax.
He tried to hold his weight back up off of Rye but Ichi found his arms were more like limp
noodles than muscles. "I can't, I..."
Rye wiggled, moaning a little as their bodies slid together and the cock, so hard in him, slid as
well. "Here... Ichi... here...easier..."
Slowly it sunk in what Rye was trying to do and Ichi managed to lift himself up enough that the
red head could squirm free. Only, as he moved, it created a new torment and it took al
l the
fragments of Ichi's broken control to allow Rye to slowly slid away from him. When they finally
parted, both men groaned and Ichi heard himself sobbing. It was worse, that sudden feeling of
abandonment, when topping.
"Easier..." Rye sighed again and managed to get himself turned over. Frankly, he loved this position, as top or bottom and when he got his knees under him and his ass in the air, the sight
earned an approving moan from Ichi as well. Rye glanced over his shoulder and slid his legs
further apart.
"Oh, God." The sight of Rye on his hands and knees, ass in the air, waiting to be fucked, burned itself like a white hot brand into Ichi's mind. He sat where he'd tumbled, dumbfounded for a
moment, lost in the inviting lust in the grey eyes.
"Fuck me, Ichi, please, hard, as hard as you want, please..." Rye begged again.
That was all the invitation Ichi needed. He hurried to kneel behind the redhead, his knees
unthinkingly spreading Rye's legs wider. Everything lined up perfectly and as he leaned forward
Ichi was shocked to understand he could now watch as his cock slid inside of Rye's body. His
hands slid across the pale flesh, up over Rye's hips, across his back, stroking, touching, and Ichi found his body moving on it's own.
"Harder!" Rye moaned. "Oh, Ichi, please."
Rye had been right, this way was easier. Ichi settled his hands on those wonderful hips and didn't
have to worry about anything else but giving in and letting himself take Rye as hard as he
wanted to. Only, the harder, the deeper, the more he moved, the more Rye moaned and begged
for. It was like tossing fuel onto a fire and Ichi wasn't sure he was capable of giving Rye what he was so obviously needing.
Until, on a whim, Ichi moved slightly and the angle of his thrusts changed just so fractionally. The difference was minor to him, barely noticeable but Rye literally screamed. His arms collapsed
and he half curled up, his body shivered, trembled and came again leaving Ichi breathless and
half mad from the second intense wave of tight grasping muscles.
Ichi wrapped his arms around Rye's waist and held the man close as he fell apart into a panting,
moaning heap. He should have stopped and given Rye a breather, as they normally did, but he