[RTE] Make Love With the Lights On, Baby, Tell Me What You See

[callmeryuzaki]

Who: Blaise and Ryuzaki
What: Blaise's birthday present, continued from here.
Where: A secluded secret place in a park in Gateway City
When: September 21, 2016
Warnings: Sexy stuff.



Ryuzaki laughs in that silvery, strange way that dances between gentleness and the edge of a knife. "Nipples are sensitive, but you can try licking, sucking, even pinching before biting. That's an advanced technique and it can hurt if you don't know how it feels. So... take off your shirt. I can show you. Come closer... like I've already said, I'm not going to bite. Yet."

He pats the rock face again, as if encouraging Blaise to lean back against it. Go ahead. It's warm, it'll feel good. Like so many other things.

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[callmeryuzaki]

Ryuzaki knows and relishes that oh-so-human tendency to seek out the comfort of a firm grasp, movements older than their earliest ancestors refining themselves from a stutter into a steady rhythm as two new lovers learn each other for the first time. He pushes back, urging patience, restraint, things that he is not known for until he can insist on them from others who find it more difficult than he does to wait.

He has a feeling that he could turn this kid around, push him hard enough against the rock's surface to scrape and bruise, and fuck him until he's crying and coming, and he would be grateful. But he could also be scared, going so quickly into the unknown, and Ryuzaki's not in this solely to get off. He's in it for the devotion of someone young enough to get drunk off of First Love, and that means being slow, being gentle, and being patient. That in itself is a drawn-out reward, made sweeter simply by merit of holding off just a little longer before claiming it.

His fingers work at the closures on Blaise's pants; they are not as deft as they perhaps once were, and that's another reason to hate Lazarus; that story is written in the scars along the undersides of his wrists. He needs both hands, but he's well-enough practiced at this that shucking the pants down around Blaise's thighs and drawing him out of his boxers doesn't take long. He straightens as he does so, aligning his lips with Blaise's in a long, lingering kiss as he continues to knead and stroke his hardening length.

[sparklingscarlet]

He feels his pants get pulled down and inevitably blushes, moreso when he's pulled out of his boxers. But the sweet kiss could almost make him forget that first-time embarrassment. Blaise leans up into the kiss more, moaning softly against Ryuzaki's mouth as his manhood is being stroked. He's starting to pant a little with each moan and both his hands grab Ryuzaki's upper arms as he tries to keep himself steady, feeling his knees become weak in the blissful, pleasuring sensations.

[callmeryuzaki]

No one's fantastic at kissing their first time, but that's natural and to be expected. Ryuzaki goes slowly, encouraging gentle, lingering kisses rather than ones that are too eager and rough, running his tongue along Blaise' lower lip and grazing it with his teeth as he strokes the young man to full mast. His grip grows firmer as Blaise clutches his arms for support, and he tilts his chin down, making brief, smirking eye contact before he pulls away and starts to lower himself to his knees.

For someone with such a filthy one, Ryuzaki can be very delicate with his mouth, and one hand goes to grasp the base of Blaise's shaft while the other cups warmly around the sensitive flesh of his testicles. Glancing up shamelessly, he takes Blaise's head into his mouth, licking and sucking gently at it.