[fic] Reunion, Reintroduction
Rating: NC-17
Summary: My response to the
30_lemons prompt, "Anonymity," or "Taken By the Faceless Stranger." Atsushi's been away on a business trip.Pairing(s): YanaKisa
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made, whatever. :D
"What are you doing home? I wasn't expecting you yet." The tone of Shinya's voice suggested that it was not an entirely unpleasant surprise. He turned away from his computer to lightly kiss his lover's cheek, shrugging backwards into the arms snaking around his shoulders.
"I wanted to see you, of course. I missed you."
"You're that desperate for me, that you'd change your flight plans and everything?" Shinya chuckled. Of course, he had been getting rather desperate himself; it had been nearly a week since he'd last seen the other. Business trips were hell. "I'm flattered, Atsushi." He drew the name out into something silky and enticing. Atsushi shivered a bit. "Or were you lying when you told me you wouldn't be home until Monday morning?"
"Your call," Atsushi said mysteriously, leaning forward to bite the top of Shinya's ear. Shinya shuddered as his hair brushed against his cheek. He'd been opposed, initially, when Atsushi had said he planned to grow it out again (and he'd been disgruntled to hear that Ryou was cutting his hair to match— weren't they a little old for that?), but he certainly wasn't complaining now.
"How bad do you want me?" Shinya continued his teasing. "Can we make it back to the bedroom, or should we just do it right here on the floor?"
"In the bedroom," Atsushi replied breathily. "I've been sleeping in hotel beds all week."
With an understanding nod, Shinya rose from his chair, turning to take the other by the shoulders and kiss him with a weeks worth of pent-up fervor, reaching up to twine his fingers into his hair. Half-supporting Atsushi as he practically melted into his arms, he steered him backwards down the hall and towards the bedroom, not breaking the kiss. He didn't ask where the luggage was. Luggage was inconsequential.
They finally broke apart when they reached the bedroom, Shinya pulling away as he pushed Atsushi gently to the mattress and turned to rifle through his nightstand for lubricant. The other man looked almost edible sprawled out on the bed that way: unmoving except for light panting, a few shirt buttons undone, his hair spread out around his head like a dark halo.
"I missed you a lot," he murmured, his eyes half-lidded and his expression dripping with lust. Shinya agreed with a grunt of barely concealed impatience. Peeling off his t-shirt and tossing it aside, he climbed on the bed with an almost predatory growl, wasting no time in undoing the rest of those buttons. His hand skimmed with practiced ease over the exposed planes of flesh, as he indulged in another hungry kiss. Atsushi moaned, curling his fingers behind Shinya's head to tangle them in his hair. He parted his lips to welcome the other's tongue, and shivered with delight and anticipation as Shinya unzipped his pants and slipped a hand inside.
"It's been a while," Shinya grinned, panting lightly as he pulled back the elastic band of Atsushi's underwear and began kneading him slowly with his palm. "Hasn't it? Atsushi."
"F— yes. Damn straight," Atsushi groaned, arching his back and wrapping his arms around Shinya's neck to pull him closer. "More," he demanded. "God, faster."
Shinya obediently increased the speed of his strokes, amused and incredibly aroused by the tone of his lover's voice. Before he could notice his smirk, though, and tell him off (Atsushi would do that), he lowered his head to his groin, lapping beaded precome from the tip of his cock before wrapping his lips around it and gently sucking. Atsushi gasped and writhed, stretching his legs up to hook his ankles behind Shinya's back, "Oh, please." Shinya was glad to keep up the treatment, curling his tongue around the length and taking it deeper into his mouth— an inch, two— sucking and massaging with his lips. Absently he squeezed a small glob of lubricant onto his fingers and, tugging Atsushi's underwear down his thighs, ran one finger in slow circles around his entrance. Atsushi let out a sharp gasp, which turned into a desperate mewl.
Atsushi did not warn him when he was almost on the edge, but Shinya could tell: his breathing grew increasingly shallow, and his moans and whimpers increased in pitch. He took a few slow breaths through his nose and prepared himself for it, catching Atsushi's release in his mouth as he came, and swallowing it all but for a little bit that dribbled down his chin. He penetrated, finally, with that teasing finger, seconds after Atsushi's orgasm, and he could practically sense his toes curl.
Shinya straightened up then, stretching out the crick in his back and licking his lips. He wasted no time filling Atsushi with a second finger, making pleased sounds in response to Atsushi's incoherent groans. Tugging his pants down with one hand and letting them drop to the floor, he slathered more of the lubricant on his cock, hissing at the sensation. Carefully, but with no slight impatience, he positioned himself against Atsushi's entrance and pushed in in one fluid movement, grunting in appreciation of the enveloping heat. Atsushi pressed his head back deep into the pillow, reaching between his legs to try and coax his recently spent erection back into life.
Shinya began his thrusts with a fairly regular rhythm, but it grew erratic as Atsushi's reactions grew erratic, forcing him towards a different beat, and not-quite-compromising halfway. He licked his lips and leaned down to press them against Atsushi's again, though with his panting and their rocking, they bumped noses more than once.
He came, hard, on a downward thrust into the other man, biting his lip to stifle a loud groan, feeling the hot liquid puddle around him, and watching it leak out as he removed his softening cock from Atsushi. Panting, he curled his arms around Atsushi's neck and all but collapsed, half lying on top of him, pressing a light kiss to the shell of his ear. Atsushi murmured contentedly.
After a few minutes he felt Atsushi stir restlessly beneath him, and Shinya rolled to the side, freeing his bedmate. Atsushi sat up, after a pause, and turned to swing his legs over the side of the bed. Pulling his shirt back on, he said, with a yawn, that he was going to go shower. Shinya nodded, and he lifted himself from the mattress with a creak.
"I knew, you know," Shinya murmured after the retreating figure. He paused, half-turning back toward the bed.
"You knew... what?"
"Ryou."
He coughed, turning away again from Shinya's level gaze. "How long did you know?"
"The whole time. Do you think I can't tell you apart?" Shinya laughed softly. "You're different in every way."
"But you didn't call me on it."