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[ Riou is nothing if not a man who follows orders to a tee, and that means that after Jyuto tells him exactly where he wants it and Riou almost secures his grip as if he's locking into that spot. To avoid becoming predictable though, he makes sure to vary his stroke lengths. Long and slow, then rapid thrusts the second before it would've been too torturous, then back to a steady pace. Anything Jyuto tells him he wants, though, he'll get. Outside of Riou's penchant for taking directions, more than anything he wants Jyuto to feel as amazing as being inside of him makes the soldier feel.

He's not in heat, but the desire and need roiling inside of him might as well have been. This is purely Jyuto making him feel this way, and the way that Jyuto seems to be letting some kind of wall melt for him is too much. Rather than just desire, he feels warmth in the way that Jyuto finds a way to surround him, the way his voice cracks and he watches him. Riou's eyes are open too, looking into Jyuto's. A bit of milk leaks against Jyuto's chest pressed against his, slicking the both of their chests against each other and all but ruining the fabric still hanging off of Jyuto's shoulders as if the buttons being torn off wasn't enough of a mess. ]

Jyuto.. Jyuto...

[ He pants the other's name as he lowers his mouth to his neck again, running his tongue from the edge of the torn fabric all the way up his neck to his ear. He's close, but he won't let himself stop until Jyuto is ready. ]

[ So tight, so tight. The difference in the thrusts leave Jyuto on the edge of a release, almost pushing him past but then letting him sit on the prick of it. It’s torturous, but in the best sort of way. The fat head of Riou’s dick hammers deep into a certain bundle of nerves, not quite enough but so close, and Jyuto huffs shakily, whining behind a bitten lip. He wants to cum. Riou can probably see it in the green pools of his eyes. Where Riou licks him, Jyuto elongates his throat and exposes it to the side. His head rests against the space between Riou’s shoulder and neck, two arms winding around him to keep him close to him in embrace as he’s taken.

It’s odd. Jyuto isn’t typically the overtly affectionate or cuddly type, but he likes hearing Riou’s voice in his ear, saying his name. He likes how safe he feels when he entrusts himself to Riou in even the most literal sense— no fear of being dropped by the powerful arms that hoist him up and on the wall.

Jyuto cries out with pleasure each time his weight falls on Riou’s length, broken in by it. The sounds are quieter at first upon initial shyness, but then louder and more unabashed when Jyuto finally lowers the walls for Riou to see him again. This time there aren’t rabbit ears atop his head, slightly curled or bobbing up and down with every buck of Riou’s hips, but the expression once reflected in a dark, off television screen is there again, now face front and up close. Jostled harder, Jyuto’s own cock, erect and full of blood, lolls to and fro with every shove. With his shirt fluttering, he tries not to look away when he finally climaxes. His vision floods white with blindspots and his body locks up in spasm. He sinks his fingers into Riou’s skin, holding onto him because he feels like he might leave his body if he doesn’t. ]

haa…, fuck! [ It feels so good when it hits, he almost laughs. He tosses his head like a horse, even though he’s supposed to be the rabbit of the group. He fucks like one, anyway. There’s a hot splash of cum on Riou’s slatted abs when he ejaculates, and his sphincters constrict and throb with ecstasy. He doesn’t want Riou to stop though, and he moves in to kiss him, full of bliss and happy with his orgasm. He lets go of the shoulder blades he’d hooked into, reaching back to the part of his ass to spread it so that Riou can finish fucking him until he cums, too. His body is throbbing too hard for him to think up something clever or sexy to say now. He’s panting like an animal, satisfied and euphoric, the softness in his eyes lost to physical elation and eager for Riou to join him in the wash. His rim twitches around the barrel of Riou’s sloppy cock, nothing at all like it’d been before when it’d just been fingers in him. ]

[ It's a height of ecstasy making Jyuto cum first. It should be a selfless act, putting your lover first and foremost, but Riou finds that the rewards are all too great. Feeling the officer squeeze and contract around him sends flashes of light across the back of his eyes, and he clenches his abdomen as his pace picks up after that. It's as if he's determined not to give Jyuto any reprieve, to keep pounding against his prostate as if it's going out of style and he wants to milk the last juicy bit of cum out of him.

(Which is objectively funny, considering who was milking who today.)

He goes harder than he had the entire time for a few moments, his girth almost jackhammering in and out of Jyuto's pert hole until he finds his fingers clenched into the flesh on Jyuto's hips tightly enough that some of his skin pushes between his fingers and slams his hips fully inside of Jyuto without thinking to fill him to the brim with the seed of this soldier. A deep groan rumbles in his throat behind gritted teeth before he parts his lips again to let out a moan that ends in what's almost a sigh of relief. ]

Hhh---NNN... Ahh..!

[ And he holds Jyuto there, as if refusing to let his cock unplug him because he wants Jyuto to feel exactly what it feels like to be pumped full of his cum without relief, resting his bangs against the cop's neck where he'd just been licking. ]

Edited 2020-03-30 12:53 (UTC)

[ He’s never been taken so violently, before. The salty taste of Riou’s sweat is on his lips. Jyuto feels like a rag doll on Riou’s dick, made to be thrust into and there to catch his load. He helps Riou finish, albeit clumsily, riding the aggressive pace to the best of his ability. The orgasm he’s having keeps rolling through him, pleasurable waves flooding down his calves to his toes. Jyuto keeps whining and moaning like an animal being mated, having forgotten his manners or typical cautiousness over being overheard. The secret is out— that he doesn’t need Iris to behave this way. Iris is just an excuse: he really enjoys having Riou fuck him.

Skin smacks into skin. Riou’s scrotum is heavy and full. It swings into the back of Jyuto’s buttcheeks when he blows his load in him, and Jyuto lets out a squeal of delight when it happens, back arching the way Riou had wanted it to, before. His asshole flexes around the shaft as Riou stays buried in it, but even in relaxing himself, there isn’t enough space left for the cum to come dribbling back down Riou’s hilt. His breath is ragged, and it only becomes a little quieter when he remembers to close his mouth and rewet a tongue that’d become dry in making so much noise. Then it parts. He’s panting again. ]

haa… haa… [ Jyuto slinkies his hips down, squeezing and flexing so that his walls wring Riou’s dick out. ] Mmn, don’t take it out yet, Riou… I like how it feels in there. [ His voice is at a hushed volume, perhaps having finally realized he got loud. The texture is husky, the pitch dipping like a beg. ]

[ Riou supposes this is what he deserves. As his mind starts to clear and the star-speckles blurring his vision start to dissipate, he wants nothing more than to let both of them fall to the floor of the bathroom and to hold Jyuto close and catch his breath. But Jyuto wants something else, and Riou is always going to put what Jyuto wants first.

Even though he had been about to pull out, he gives another little half-thrust to try to tuck himself deep within Jyuto before his cock starts going flaccid. He leans against Jyuto, practically pinning him against the wall and resting his forehead against Jyuto, nuzzling his nose into his hair. ]

Are you okay?

[ His words come out breathlessly, more quiet than he normally speaks. His lips press a kiss to his lover's earlobe, then the top, then inside of his ear before his breath rushes out again, washing hot right into it. Riou doesn't want to keep his lips off of Jyuto right now. If he stops moving, he's going to drop Jyuto and he won't do that. ]

I’m fine. [ Jyuto says before he can really consider the actuality, mostly because he doesn’t want Riou worrying about him in a moment where he’d like him to share his satisfaction. Selfishly, he’d just wanted to stay connected. A moment passes, Jyuto uncharacteristically more snuggly than he’d be with others outside of a moon cycle, tucking his nose into the dip beneath Riou’s own earlobe and giving it a kiss.

Riou’s getting soft, and Jyuto’s ready. He steadies himself against the figure in front of him, slowly leaning his weight forward so that he can untuck Riou free. The bare skin of his ass squeaks on the tile wall as he lets himself down, letting himself off until his feet touch the floor.

Jello legs. They wobble. Jyuto uses the soldier as a post, holding him while he remembers how to exist without Riou’s cock in him. Spunk spills down his thighs obscene and messy, but Jyuto only tries to collect himself and his own personality he’d apparently forgotten while riding Riou.

Right— hm,… ]

Honestly, I feel like you split me in half. [ It’s visibly apparent. He’s standing bowlegged and without Riou’s cock there to fill it, his asshole feels like a balloon lost of its air. ]

[ Riou's hands dart to Jyuto's elbows to support him when he wobbles, even if Jyuto's already leaning against him as his wet, cum-soaked cock flops against his muscular thighs and spreads the mess. It's fine. They're both such a mess at this point that it's hard to care if it gets a little worse. He'd rather focus on holding up Jyuto. ]

I lose control when I'm with you.

[ In this case, he doesn't think he'll apologize, even if Jyuto's clearly having difficulties. Jyuto came hard, as evidenced all over Riou's sculpted abdomen. It wasn't something to apologize for, though now he was intent on taking care of him. One arm slips underneath both of Jyuto's. He takes the cop's hand and pulls his arm over his shoulder to help him walk. He won't fully carry Jyuto unless he asks him to, since he knows Jyuto to be prideful enough that he wouldn't appreciate the complete lack of control in walking, so he sticks with simply lending him a shoulder and support. ]

I'll take care of you today. It's time to soak.

[ He's going to help Jyuto get to the bath for now. ]

I noticed. [ He quips. But Jyuto doesn’t dislike it despite the state he’s found himself in (though whether he’ll feel that way tomorrow is hard to say); there’s no reason for Riou to apologize for now. ] —It was fun. I like seeing you that way, though. It’s a side of you that I find really attractive. [ Jyuto almost says “sexy” instead of attractive, but he’s trying not to seem so animalistic anymore. There’s still a brain in there, and he does feel like this entire exchange has bought them that much more close emotionally.

Slumping his weight over into Riou’s side, a bath and some post coital pampering sounds exactly like what he wants. He tries to straighten himself against Riou, but the way his hips have been almost dislodged and spread apart makes his legs and lower back feel sore and strange when held together as close as he usually would. They’re particular about the distance, and Jyuto’s trying to figure it out without being too obvious in the few steps baby giraffe steps to the tub. ]

We should rinse and then bathe. It’ll be nasty to sit in our nut water. [ Frankly. He’s not sure what else to call jizz in bathwater, so it’s become extremely casual, improvised slang. Despite how gross it sounds, Jyuto is so nonchalant about saying it that it doesn’t feel as dirty as it is in actuality. ]

There should be an epsom salt in the top drawer closest to the bathtub. [ Eucalyptus and spearmint. ] We could mix that in after we shower off?

[ Riou wonders if he can find a way to be more careful next time. Maybe they should talk about whether or not he's allowed to let himself loose when it's not Iris.. it's probably more okay during Iris, since they both have a higher tolerance for pain and things like this...

But not now. That's a discussion for another day when Jyuto and he aren't both exhausted and..

Oh. Riou looks down while he's helping Jyuto into the tub. If he was noticing Jyuto's stumbling, he wasn't going to draw attention to it. It's his own fault, after all, there's no point in making Jyuto feel awkward about it. Rather, he's focusing in on his own problem that seems to.. ]

It looks like it stopped. My chest.

[ Riou turns on the shower head, carefully pointing it away from Jyuto so it doesn't hit him until the water warms up. Once it gets to a reasonable temperature, he makes certain that Jyuto is settled and not about to fall down the second Riou releases him, then heads off to fetch the salt and sets it next to the tub so they can rinse down first as Jyuto said. ]

This one?

[ Riou doesn't really use bath salts, he prefers bathing in streams so is this even the right thing? Maybe. ]

It doesn’t feel strange anymore? [ Because despite as bizarrely erotic as Riou’s tiddy milk has been for him, he does worry whether or not it’s bringing him discomfort. Jyuto steps carefully over the ledge, releasing Riou from his arm when he’s able. His eyes leave the hissing shower head and instead follow Riou’s hand when he reaches, and with a simple nod he answers, ] —ah, yeah. That one. [ Yeah not yes, he says. He’s not picking out his sentences the way he does with most other people. ]

It’s a squeeze, but I think the two of us can fit. [ Jyuto doesn’t want to be left hanging, the only one with the prior assumption that they’d share the tub when getting clean. ]

No. Thank you.

[ Riou tilts his head down slightly, actually looking a little sheepish now. It's easy to get caught up in the moment, but now that he's remembering what he actually came over here for and isn't totally lost in Jyuto, it's setting in that he got himself into such a flustered state because he wasn't careful enough while hunting for those octopus..

But it's also heartwarming that Jyuto is here for him regardless, so a soft smile pulls to his lips as he looks at the other man, reaching for Jyuto's glasses to take them off and set them on the counter before he gets in the shower with him. ]

Wouldn't want those to get wet.

[ Jyuto is right, it's a tight fit, but Jyuto makes sure that he's on the side opposite the water so Jyuto can get under first. ]

Of course. I’m happy to help. [ Jyuto’s always here for Riou. It’s odd and unexpected that it’s come to be that way, but Jyuto doesn’t at all hate it. There’s comfort in knowing that Riou is going to be there for him, ready to help him or accept him no matter what. If only Jyuto were aware that the two of them were thinking the same thing.

—Is he embarrassed? The way he lowers his head like that is a little more demure than Jyuto’s used to seeing from him. It’s cute. When his glasses are slid from his face, the rest of the bathroom becomes noticeably more blurry. There’s a lot of skin because they’re naked now, and Riou’s close enough to where Jyuto can still see him without having to squint. The world feels smaller. The steam is warm, so despite his bareness he isn’t cold or uncomfortable. ]

Thanks. [ For remembering to take them off, because Jyuto wouldn’t have remembered he’d been wearing them until the lenses grew foggy otherwise. He takes a step back, closer to the shower head until it rains down on him and dampens his hair. Bangs slowly but surely fall back into place. Jyuto angles his neck so that the water hits Riou too. He smiles back, ]

You have such a good smile. [ Jyuto isn’t sure if he’s said it before, but he remembers thinking it more than a few times. It’s a compliment worth giving. ]

[ Thankfully, without the spell of Iris around, Riou is much more comfortable simply being naked around Jyuto without an alternative motive. They're spent now, and he doesn't have any desire to get excited about their nakedness even if he can see perfectly. He can simply appreciate Jyuto's form now, under the water, as if he were a piece of art with the face of a friend (or more, whatever they are now). He's never really gotten the opportunity before to just appreciate the view. ]

I was thinking the same.

[ About Jyuto, he means. Jyuto's smile is so nice. He does it often, but it seems softer now, somehow. Or perhaps it's Riou's imagination. He kisses Jyuto's forehead before reaching around him for the soap. ]

May I get your back?

[ Jyuto stares at Riou stupidly after having his forehead kissed, because despite how often he moon laces while living here, affection of this sort is still somewhat foreign to him. There aren’t a lot of people interested in this side of him, and he doesn’t like to risk exposing it to just anyone, either.

He doesn’t immediately react. He actually hardly even hears the compliment because he’s too busy realizing how nice such a simple gesture had felt on his skin. Will Riou do it again? Or is today special, because of— well. ]

Ah, yes. My bad. [ Probably strange in the air, because what he’s apologizing for is vague. In Jyuto’s own mind, it’s for being distracted by something so brief and fleeting. Maybe Riou hadn’t even noticed, though… ] I can do yours after. [ He turns around, one last look over Riou before he does. ]

—Do you always start with the back? [ Strangely personal to ask, but Jyuto’s more so asking it to veer his train of thought away from how fluffy he feels himself getting over Riou. ]

No. I don't usually have someone else in the shower with me.

[ He's starting with Jyuto's back because Jyuto is here, and he's putting him first. Riou and Jyuto's relationship is probably going to change from here on out, though Riou isn't sure how exactly. He doesn't know what will or won't be appropriate in the future. He isn't going to focus too much on it now, though. Jyuto is tired, and they're both affectionate right now and he doesn't want Jyuto to agree to anything out of obligation or a heightened sense of affection. He wants Jyuto to have time to use that beautiful brain of his to decide whether or not he wants Riou around all the time or not.

And in the meantime, he's going to enjoy being affectionate while he knows he's allowed to in ways he isn't and can't be with anyone else. So he focuses on washing Jyuto's back quietly, letting Jyuto decide on the conversation. Jyuto may think it's too personal a topic, but Riou clearly doesn't. He's fine with it. ]

I meant more so on yourself than on another person, but I realize now that may seem a little creepy to ask. [ It’s a question commonly asked in idol interviews, not far behind, “What’s your ideal type?”

Jyuto’d be lying to say he weren’t interested in the answers, even if only a little.  He wonders what aspects of himself are attractive to Riou. ]

I usually start with washing my face first. I follow up with shampoo and treatment. [ Jyuto leans back into Riou’s touch. ]

It is?

[ Maybe if he weren't already in the shower with Jyuto he would think more of it, but given the day they've had, it seems normal. Comfortable even. Not creepy.

Riou slowly washes Jyuto's back, being a little slower and more thorough than necessary. He wants him to be relaxed. ]

I go from the top to the bottom. I use my shampoo-plus-conditioner, then soap face down to my feet. Nature does the rest.

Maybe a little. It gives room for the person asking to imagine you in your own private time, doesn’t it? [ Not that it really matters. They’re already in the shower together, so Jyuto can see everything for the most part. The only obstacles are the way he’s facing and his poor eyesight, hm. ]

Do you make your own soap? [ Jyuto wonders. He’s seen organic designer bar soaps before, the kind with plants, flowers or fruit sometimes visible in their molding. He thinks they’re nice to look at, but has never quite tried them for himself. Only body wash. ]

If you do, maybe you could sell it here. Or build furniture… [ Jyuto’s frame relaxes, felt beneath the weight of Riou’s scrubbing. He looks back and up, squinting through the water falling on his lashes. When there’s an opening and Riou seems finished, he turns around again and puts his hands on Riou’s hips. ]

I don't mind sharing my private time with you.

[ this thread is brought to you by: thirst for private time ]

Yes. It's easy to make tallow for it. You can put whatever you want in, too. I don't know if anyone would buy that. [ Riou likes to dry and use flowers and herbs. 'u' It doesn't really leave a lasting impression on the skin since they're just in there and he's not using like extracts and stuff, but the soap smells nice and it looks cute and it makes him smell like the forest.

Riou's eyes fall immediately into Jyuto's when he turns around. While it may be unsexy squinting from Jyuto's end, to Riou it looks more like glistening, long lashes and partially lidded eyes. Cute...

...Yep, Jyuto is getting kissed now, hello. ]

[ Perhaps the narrator will receive her copy of Private Time soon. Anyway—

Jyuto doesn't expect a kiss, but it doesn't mean one's unwelcome when it falls. His arms wrap snugly around the other man's waist, fingers lacing and locking his hands against Riou's tailbone. His eyes (that can hardly see), glistening and pretty to Riou, close to a gentle shut. The water of the shower head still raining down on them makes him feel like he's in a movie. When he pulls away, he wonders what things between them will be like, from now on. Will they not kiss after it becomes tomorrow? Hm... ]

I'd buy some. [ As there's room to speak. Jyuto unlaces his hands, sliding them back to the front of Riou's body and up to comb wet hair out of his face. Though subtle to other people, to Jyuto, Riou looks so happy. Jyuto has to kiss him again because of it, but when he breaks his own he tries to continue the conversation and fight falling into the very real threatening pit of icha icha madness. ]

Maybe we could make some together, Riou. [ Unlike catching bugs or skinning animals, the alternative of harvesting flowers or gathering herbs sounds much more pleasant to him. ] Turn around for me? [ His turn! ]

[ The kisses are soft, matching the affection Riou feels right now. Maybe some people find him inexpressive or cool, but Riou often feels like he has to contain himself and hold back. He's feeling that right now, as Jyuto kisses him again but pulls away too soon, eliciting a subtle movement forward to trail after him, but he stops before it becomes too obvious. If Jyuto notices, it will only be because they're so close right now.

But he behaves himself, and straightens his back a little, moving to turn around exactly as Jyuto asks. There's no hesitation in that movement. ]

Let me know when you have time.

[ He can render the tallow ahead of time. That way Jyuto doesn't have to deal with the dead animals. ]

[ Jyuto thinks he caught glimpse of such an action and only manages to smile at Riou's back when he turns from him. He collects body wash in his hands, spreading it over the span of Riou's muscles and then massaging his skin with it until it forms a foamy lather. ]

Should I start sending you copies of my schedule, once it's been posted? I think that soon I'll be able to decide it for myself. I was interviewed for officer moon knight promotion recently and everything. [ Jyuto is kind of humble bragging. It isn't on paper just yet, but Jyuto is more than certain he's going to be receiving said position. The interview itself wasn't questioning so much as acknowledging and praising all of Jyuto's progressive successes up until this point.

He looks up at Riou's nape and then down to the firm mounds of his ass. His thumbs dig tight circles into Riou's Apollo dimples. It's hard for him not to be at least a little perverted because it's all there, but Jyuto continues running the flats of his palms over the suds after letting his hands sit on Riou's lower back for a moment. ]

[ Riou closes his eyes as Jyuto touches him, shampooing his own hair while Jyuto does that since he wants to go top to bottom, as stated. Some of Jyuto's touches he can tell is properly cleaning, other parts.. well, let's just say they're the sorts of things Riou was resisting the temptation to do only moments earlier. The unnecessary massaging in certain places leaves a hum in his throat of appreciation. ]

You've made fast work of your promotion. As expected of you.

[ He's proud of Jyuto, he's always impressive. There's a small smile on his lips that expresses as much, though his back is turned to Jyuto so he may not see it. Once he's done, Riou turns around again, slow enough that the officer can keep his hands on him if he so chooses. ]

Let's finish up so you can sit.

Mm, well. There's a lot of ground to cover. [ Modestly. Jyuto watches Riou's arms lift above his head to form a lather in his hair. Upon doing so, he realizes that he thinks it looks fun. The hands that were on Riou's lower back let go of him gently, disappointed when the shampoo is flushed away by the shower head. Unfortunate timing. ]

You have to condition it, first. I can sit after. [ Jyuto will move in on that opportunity, pumping an ample amount of conditioner into the cupped palm of his hand. Only after collecting it there does he lift his weight higher onto his toes so that he can smooth it over Riou's hair. Scrub, scrub... ]

I'm not hurting; it's just a bit off balance. The soreness will probably hit me tomorrow. [ In case Riou is worried. ]

Oh.

[ He closes his eyes to let Jyuto condition his hair. His eyes are closed more because it feels very relaxing than because he's worried Jyuto will drop some in his eyes. ]

This feels nice.

[ He's glad that Jyuto isn't hurting then, he'll indulge him (and therefore himself) a little longer. ]

My shampoo and conditioner are one item in my apartment.

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