The room was warm, the faint scent of cedar and sweat heavy in the air. Their breaths tangled as they lay across the futon, half undressed, kisses messy and unrelenting. Every touch burned. Every sound was a spark.
Ryuzí pulled back, lips bruised, chest heaving. Suki's face was flushed, golden eyes shimmering with want, lips swollen from too many kisses.
"…Are you sure?" Ryuzí asked again, voice low, almost desperate.
Suki brushed their foreheads together, his smile trembling but sure. "I've never been more sure of anything."
Ryuzí swallowed hard, his chest aching. "…Tell me to stop if—"
"I won't," Suki whispered, tugging him into another hungry kiss. "I don't want to."
Clothes slipped away piece by piece, until nothing separated them. Skin to skin, warmth flooding between them, every brush of fingers making them gasp.
Ryuzí's hands trembled as they traced Suki's sides, reverent, cautious. Suki arched into the touch with a soft laugh that broke into a moan. "God, you're so careful… like I'll break."
"…You're not something I can just take," Ryuzí murmured, jaw clenched.
Suki's grin turned wicked, even as his eyes shone tender. "Then claim me. Please."
The plea undid him.
Their kisses deepened — slow, lingering, messy. Ryuzí's hands slid lower, every sound Suki made fraying his control further.
When he settled between Suki's thighs, his breath shook. "…One last time. Are you okay with this?"
Suki cupped his jaw, eyes locked on his. "I want you. All of you. Don't hold back."
Ryuzí's chest tightened. "…Alright."
He prepared him slowly, carefully, fingers working with patience. Each gasp, each arch of Suki's back made him pause. "…Too much?"
Suki shook his head quickly, nails digging into his shoulders. "No—don't stop. Feels… so good."
Ryuzí kissed his neck, murmuring between each press. "Promise me you'll tell me if it hurts."
Suki's voice cracked. "I'll tell you… just—please—keep going."
By the time Ryuzí positioned himself, they were both trembling. His forehead pressed against Suki's, their breaths colliding. "…Suki."
Suki's legs curled tighter around him, his grin wild and needy. "Do it. I'm ready."
Ryuzí pushed forward slowly, carefully. Suki gasped, his body tensing, nails biting into Ryuzí's skin.
"Ryuzí—!" His voice cracked, sharp with pain but melting into breathless ecstasy.
Ryuzí froze instantly. "…Too much?"
Suki shook his head, biting his lip through a shaky grin. "Hurts a little… but god, it's you. Keep going."
Ryuzí kissed his temple, voice hoarse. "…I'll go slow."
And he did — every inch deliberate, every pause filled with whispered reassurances.
When he was fully inside, both were trembling. Ryuzí pressed his forehead to Suki's, his voice breaking. "…You okay?"
Suki laughed breathlessly, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "Okay? I feel like I'll never be okay again… in the best way."
Ryuzí groaned, kissing him hard. "…You idiot."
Then he began to move.
At first, slow, careful. Every thrust drew a gasp from Suki, his hands clawing down Ryuzí's back.
"God—yes—" Suki moaned, voice rough. "Harder, Ryuzí. Don't hold back on me."
Ryuzí's jaw clenched, his control fraying. "…You'll break."
"Then break me," Suki whispered hotly, pulling him down into another desperate kiss. "Make me yours."
The words shattered him.
Ryuzí's rhythm turned rougher, deeper. Suki's cries filled the room, filthy and shameless."Deeper—yes—there—ahhh, don't stop—""You feel so good—inside me—god, Ryuzí—""You're mine. All mine. Say it—say you're mine."
Ryuzí's groans vibrated against his throat. "…I'm not letting you go. Ever. You're perfect… everything."
Their kisses turned frantic, sweaty, teeth clashing as Suki moaned into his mouth. Every thrust wrung another sound out of him, nails scraping, back arching.
The pace built, faster, harder, the futon creaking beneath them. Suki's voice cracked into high cries, his body trembling. "Ryuzí—I can't—I'm—ahhh—"
"Me too," Ryuzí groaned, his rhythm stuttering. He kissed him fiercely, swallowing his screams as they both came undone, clinging desperately as if one would vanish without the other.
Silence crashed down, broken only by their ragged breaths.
Ryuzí collapsed gently against him, both of them drenched in sweat, trembling. His forehead pressed to Suki's, his voice hoarse. "…You okay?"
Suki laughed breathlessly, kissing him soft and slow. "Okay? I've never been better. You… you were perfect."
Ryuzí's chest ached with something sharp and tender all at once. He kissed him again, lingering. "…Mine."
"Yours," Suki whispered, curling closer.
They lay tangled under the blanket, skin pressed tight, hearts pounding in unison. Suki traced lazy circles over Ryuzí's chest, his grin sleepy. "Honey?"
Ryuzí groaned, muffling his face against Suki's hair. "…Don't."
"Too late," Suki teased, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "You're stuck with me now."
Ryuzí's lips curved faintly, his eyes soft despite the heat still burning between them. "…Good."
And with that, they drifted into sleep, their bodies still pressed together, the night wrapping around them like a vow.