title: distractions
author: ordinarydays
rating: NC-17
pairing: Sakuya/Ryouta
warnings: very light BBL spoilers if you squint your eyes
summary: n/a
author's notes: hatofulkink meme fill.

Ryouta's mouth is warm, wet, and Sakuya has a fleeting moment of pondering where his classmate learned to do these sinful things with it.

Sakuya fists a hand in the other boy's hair, tugging lightly, eyes squeezing shut as Ryouta runs his tongue along the length of his cock, stopping at the head to dip his tongue lightly in the tip. Sakuya's hips twitch forward, shoving himself just slightly into Ryouta's mouth with the action.

Ryouta adjusts his jaw, taking Sakuya's length into his mouth, hallowing out his cheeks and sucking, tongue rubbing against the bottom of it. Sakuya's grip in Ryouta's hair tightens and his yanking hurts just a little but Ryouta doesn't mind - it feels kind of good, somehow.

"K-kawara-" The usually composed teen is faltering, losing his grace, and something in Ryouta's stomach tightens because it looks marvelous, seeing Sakuya drop the pretentious cover. "Don't stop."

But he's still really commanding.

Ryouta pulls his mouth back, bringing a hand up to grip around the base of Sakuya's dick, pumping while he swirls his tongue around the tip. He sucks harshly before pulling back, causing the popping sound to echo a bit through the dark, empty hallways.

It probably wasn't a good idea to be doing this with that Scarecrow thing on the loose. It wasn't as if either of the boys really cared about that now, though.

Sakuya's hips jerk harshly, head tilting back to lean against the wall. One of his hands curls into a fist and thumps against the wall as Ryouta continues to lavish attention on his cock, hands and tongue everywhere.

"Hold still, please." He wonders how Ryouta can still sound so innocent, so polite while doing this stuff, but then he doesn't quite give a damn as Ryouta take a steadying breath and wraps those sinful lips back around his cock and -

"Fuck," the word is vulgar and hissed from Sakuya's mouth, something he didn't even realize he had in his vocabulary, but he can't help it - Ryouta is slowly taking him all the way in his mouth, and the other boy is the picture of focus, and then he feels his dick against the back of Ryouta's throat.

It's probably the single greatest feeling he's ever experienced.

Ryouta presses his arm against Sakuya's hips to stop him from bucking, which he does, and he's thankful for his foresight.

"More," Sakuya commands. His voice has an almost gravelly touch to it, and Ryouta feels another swell in his gut at that.

As he pulls away, Ryouta slides his teeth gently against Sakuya's cock. Sakuya bites harshly onto the knuckles of the hand not yanking at Ryouta's hair, muffling a shout as his comes, spilling into Ryouta's mouth. The taste is bitter, and Ryouta pulls back to cough a little.

Sakuya sinks down the wall, breathing harsh, and in his post-orgasmic haze watches as Ryouta squinches up his face and swallows harshly. Did he just -

Sakuya nearly sputters.

The silence is a bit awkward as the two sit there, making a point not to look at each other. Sakuya has the grace to ask, "W ... what about ... you?"

Ryouta's face flushes, that much Sakuya can tell even in the dark, and he stammers a bit.

"I-I, uh ... when you, it made me ..."

Oh.

Sakuya clears his throat a little and pushes himself up, fixing up his pants. Ryouta takes the hint. They really shouldn't stick around long, who knows when Scarecrow will pop up again?

"Foolish distractions," Sakuya mumbles. Ryouta frowns a little. Was that all it was? 
 
 

title: please
author: ordinarydays
rating: NC-17
pairing: Ryouta/Sakuya
warnings: none
summary: Ryouta sometimes has a dominant streak.
author's notes: Kink meme fill.

Sakuya's breath hitches in his throat. Though he can't see it, Ryouta has a rather catty grin on his face.

"Liked that?" the red-eyed teen asks, fingers gliding feather-light around Sakuya's nipple.

"Yes." The word comes out more as a breath than anything else, an staccato hiss of pleasure.

Ryouta's touch withdraws, and Sakuya tugs rather harshly at his restraints - his own tie, binding his hands above his head. His inability to see (Ryouta's tie around his head) and his bound hands served as frustrations. Combined with Ryouta's teasing touches on his skin, he was getting far too wound up.

His mouth is covered by Ryouta's soon after, and it's a bit rough - Sakuya still stubbornly fights for dominance against the other, and their teeth meet several times in a ferocious clash, tongues waging. Sakuya jumps, growling low in his throat when his nipple is suddenly twisted harshly.

"Kawara-"

"Be good!" Ryouta interrupts, voice playful. He presses his mouth back again, and Sakuya lets him win the fight this time.

Ryouta trails gentle kisses along Sakuya's jaw, slowly drawing himself downwards. He nips at Sakuya's neck rather harshly and takes the time to suck hard on his collarbone, a particularly sensitive area that draws a throaty moan from the bound teen.

Sakuya twists his wrists, fighting desperately against his binds.

"Stop struggling." Ryouta drags his blunt fingernails down Sakuya's chest, and he arches into the touch, loving the sensation.

"Good boy." Sakuya is rewarded by Ryouta thumbing at his nipple. His mouth descends on the other, tongue flicking the nub. A somewhat strangled sound gets caught in Sakuya's throat and Ryouta grins.

"What do you want?" Ryouta's voice right next to his ear causes Sakuya to jolt, and he can feel Ryouta's thumb rubbing circles against his hip bone. Ryouta's voice drops dangerously low. "Beg me."

"K-Kawara-"

"Ryouta~"

"..."

Ryouta tsk'd at Sakuya's silence. "C'mon, you can say it."

Sakuya weighs his need to come against his pride.

"Ryouta."

"Good. Now, what do you say?"

Sakuya licks his lips. Ryouta nibbled on his ear.

"P-p-" Sakuya inhales sharply, swallowing his pride. "Please."

"Very good!" There's some sincere praise in Ryouta's voice. Sakuya hears the telltale sound of a bottle uncapping.

About time.

He's shifted about by Ryouta a bit before he feels some of the cool lube poured onto his ass. He trembles some in Ryouta's hold.

"Do it!" He probably hasn't wanted something this badly in his life. He probably hasn't been this hard in his life (not that he would admit this was having that big of an effect on him).

Ryouta halts in his preparation and idly draws patterns on Sakuya's thigh.

"That was a bit commanding," he mutters, but Sakuya can almost hear the smirk in his voice. He's too desperate. He wants this. He needs this.

"Please!"

Ryouta leans forward, pecking a light kiss on Sakuya's mouth.

"Perfect." He tugs at the knot keeping Sakuya's hands in place, and then on the one blindfolding him. Sakuya's eyes sting a bit from the sudden onslaught of light into his eyes, but then Ryouta's smiling face is in view. He shuffles back, resting on his haunches, and Sakuya watches him as he shifts about just a little, and then Ryouta is pressing his cock at his ass.

"Yeeesss." This time it is a hiss, and Sakuya's head lolls back on the pillow one hand fisting in the sheets. Ryouta shifts Sakuya's legs as he pushes in, wrapping them around his waist and leaning forward.

Sakuya stretches an arm up, wanting to drag Ryouta down to him, something, he's not really sure what, but Ryouta is quick to stop that, pinning down his arms with more speed than Sakuya thought he was capable of.

"What-"

Ryouta leans down a bit, hips slowing to an idle pace. "No."

If it had been any other situation, Sakuya might have leveled a glare at Ryouta. Instead he gave a sharp gasp as his classmate hit that spot that made him see stars. His back arched and teeth clenched. A curse nearly leaves his lips, mind reeling at the sensation.

It feels too good. Ryouta's cock fills him perfectly and he keeps hitting the perfect spot, and it feels like he might explode then and there.

Sakuya needs more.

"Please! Please please-" he's gasping, and even though he's begging it's for his own selfish need to come.

Ryouta abruptly pulls out, releasing his hold on Sakuya long enough to flip him over, dragging his hips back up and shoving back into the other. Sakuya barely has an idea what to do with himself, head sinking down, forehead pressed into the sheets. His bangs are sticking to his face and his hands are knuckle-white fists, desperately grasping into the sheets with all his might. The angle gives Ryouta even better penetration, and he's practically pounding Sakuya into the mattress.

"Say my name." It's Ryouta doing the commanding now, and it rushes right to Sakuya's cock and he releases a shaky moan.

Ryouta tugs on his hair.

"Say it!"

Sakuya stiffens, teeth clamping down on his lower lip.

"Sak-"

"Ryouta!"

Ryouta gives a long, appreciative groan. Sakuya comes the hardest he ever had in his life, spilling onto the sheets, arms shaking and causing him to topple forward. Ryouta slams into him one more time before Sakuya can feel his ass being filled.

Ryouta finds it in himself to roll off to the side instead of falling on Sakuya. The latter continues to lay on his stomach, trying not to think about what he was laying on.

"... good idea?" Ryouta offers after a moment, and the healthy glow to his face is brightened by the silly smile he shoots Sakuya.

"For you, yes." Ryouta laughs at this, knowing it was probably the closest to a compliment he'd get. Sakuya's face flushes a bit and he turns his head away from the darker haired boy to hide it.