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Once again, Ryunosuke curses his short stature in this land apparently inhabited by nothing but fucking giants. Mr Sholmes is a giant, Lord van Zieks is a giant, Lord Stronghart is definitely a giant, and whoever built this library was surely a giant too. How else could one explain the shelves which tower over him at four metres tall ?
He takes a deep, calming breath, before rising back to his tiptoes, making one last futile attempt at reaching the lawbook he desperately needs to reference for his monthly study report. It evades him, yet again, by a good 10 centimetres. He drops his heels back to the floor with a huff. Where are all those librarians that were swarming all over him when he arrived, he wonders, glancing around for anyone taller than him.
The law section is deserted. Figures.
He’s about to give up and make the long trek back to the front desk to ask for assistance, when he spots a ladder off to the side. Of course! No way anyone could reach those highest shelves on their own, of course there would be a ladder.
He hurries over and grabs it, only to realise it is bolted to the shelf.
That’s… odd, he thinks, frowning, and gives the ladder another tug. How are you supposed to―
It slides to the side, and he definitely does not let out a small shriek. Luckily, it doesn’t actually fall down, and upon closer inspection, he notices the rail along which it moves. Great! He’ll just… drag it over, then.
A solid three minutes later, he has finally managed to haul the screeching and stuttering ladder close enough to reach the book. He places a tentative foot onto it, suddenly worried that the rungs will give out under him, and climbs two steps up. It shakes a little, and he clutches the sides tighter.
It’s less than 30 centimetres to the ground, he reminds himself. The worst that might happen is I fall on my arse. It wouldn’t even hurt, and it’s not like there’s anyone here to see me embarrass myself.
He lets out the breath from his lungs and lets go of the ladder. His eyes scan the shelf to find the book again, and then he reaches over and―
Someone grabs it past him.
He yelps and spins around on the ladder, which makes another horrible screech in protest when it swings slightly to the side. His eyes widen. His mouth falls slack open. His heart beats just a bit faster than he would like to admit.
“Lo… Lo… Lord van Zieks,” he stammers, face to face with the man, who looks extremely unimpressed by his general existence.
He, on the other hand, is very impressed. He’s not seen Lord van Zieks from this close before, nor from eye level as he now finds himself, standing on the ladder. He is… really handsome. His eyelashes are so long. And so fair! And his cheekbones are strong, and his scar is actually quite charming, and his lips look soft, and he smells like orange blossoms―
“What a surprise to see you here,” Ryunosuke’s mouth says, his brain not providing any useful input.
“Indeed,” says Lord van Zieks and tucks the book under his arm. “While I have no doubt watching you struggle to return this ladder to where you retrieved it would be just as amusing as your battle to get it here, sadly I do not have the time to spare another five minutes. I have a case to prepare, so you’ll have to excuse me.”
With that, and nothing else, he turns on his heel and walks off.
Finally some distance between them, Ryunosuke regains his cognitive functions, though it still takes him a few seconds to register what just happened. When it does, he jumps off the ladder. “Hey, wait!”
Lord van Zieks does not seem inclined to wait, so even after catching up to him, Ryunosuke has to speed walk to stay in step with him and his giant’s steps.
“Um, I hate to be a bother,” he starts, which garners no reaction. “But I also need that book.” Still no reaction. “Very desperately.”
Lord van Zieks makes a faint noise of acknowledgement. “Unfortunate.”
“Um, s-so,” he tries again, “how long do you need it for?”
“I cannot say. A week at least, probably longer.”
Oh no. His report is due in three days.
“Um, in that case,” he says, though he fears he already knows the answer to the question, “would it perhaps be possible for me to borrow it before you?”
Lord van Zieks stops and looks down at him. He smiles in a way he hopes is friendly, instead of terrified and just a little bit horny.
“No.”
With that, and nothing else, he turns on his heel and walks off.
Well… shit.
“W-wait, um―!”
Lord van Zieks lets out a long and drawn out sigh.
“One might think you actually love being a bother, what with how much you keep bothering me,” he says, and his icy eyes seem to flash with barely contained hatred. Remarkably, it does nothing to quell the pool of hotness gathering in the pit of Ryunosuke’s stomach.
“Ahaha, that is…”
“In fact,” Lord van Zieks cuts him off, and he snaps his mouth shut, “you are being such a bother, that I am almost impressed.” He takes a breath and shakes his head. “Why won’t you simply show up at my manor next, if you so desperately need it?”
Huh.
“Really?”
“Sure!” van Zieks huffs. His cloak billows as he spins on his heels and starts to march off again. “Let’s make a whole day of it! I’ll host a tea party, and we’ll read the law together!”
Stunned by the sudden invite, Ryunosuke simply stands there and watches the other man retreat with increasing speed. Then he shakes himself out of it, all of everything flooding to him at once. There are a million questions in his mind, but really the most important of them is:
“So, um… tomorrow?”
Van Zieks is already gone.
“Hm,” Ryunosuke says and nods. “Tomorrow, then.”
***
At a quarter past five on the following day, Ryunosuke finds himself standing outside the imposing form of the van Zieks Manor. He’s a little worried, he will admit, because he has no idea if he’s here on time. Lord van Zieks hadn’t, after all, specified a time. He had said he’d… host a tea party, but Ryunosuke is fairly certain that had been a joke. But if it hadn’t, he is hopelessly late, which is terrible, because he really would like to get to know Lord van Zieks better, and he seems like the type of man to appreciate punctuality.
But then again… he never did specify a time.
Nor did he give Ryunosuke his address! He had to get that from Mr Sholmes, who for some reason had been very amused to learn he was going over to read the law together with Lord van Zieks. Ryunosuke wasn’t sure why, exactly. They are both lawyers, after all.
He has already grabbed the brass knocker before he realises he has walked over to the front door to begin with. The shrill thud of metal on metal echoes in his core, and he quickly lets go of it. And then he waits. And sweats profusely.
Not for long though, before the door is pulled inwards, and in the frame stands the Butler.
Another giant man ― easily as tall as Mr Sholmes ― he looks sharp, meticulous, and effortlessly imposing; just the type Ryunosuke expected Lord van Zieks to employ. His brown eyes seem almost red as he scans Ryunosuke up and down, before a professionally polite smile spreads on his lips.
“Good day, sir,” he says, and Ryunosuke feels sufficiently intimidated. “Who might I say is calling?”
“Ah, my name is Ryunosuke Naruhodo,” he says and manages to keep himself from bowing. “Lord van Zieks invited me for…”
For what?! Tea? Company? A study date?! With the way the Butler’s eyes are boring into his soul he’s becoming more and more sure he wasn’t actually invited.
“To read the law together,” he finishes, and the Butler blinks, one of his brows lifting.
I wouldn’t believe me either, Ryunosuke thinks, but tries for a smile anyway.
“Very good, sir,” the Butler says slowly and opens the door more fully. It’s Ryunosuke’s turn to blink. “Please come in. You may wait in the first parlour while I,” half a second’s pause, “go announce your presence to the Master.”
“Thank you,” Ryunosuke says quietly, ducking his head as he steps in. He’s going to be thrown out as soon as Lord van Zieks finds out he’s here, isn’t he? If the Butler even goes to announce him, which he genuinely might not. And then where does that leave him? The cab he came with already left, and he has no idea where to get another one, since apparently Lord van Zieks lives a full hour’s ride away from London proper in the middle of the countryside, so it’s not like he can just pop over to a busier street to hail one down! He doesn’t even know where the nearest town is nor what it is called, but hopefully the Butler will take a little pity on him and point him in the right direction to walk―
There is a gasp somewhere to their left, and they both look up to see a maid who has just stepped through a door to the right side of a grand staircase. She grabs onto her hems and basically runs over, her looped braids bouncing along her steps.
“Sebastian,” she says, evidently the name of the Butler, though she is staring right at Ryunosuke when she says it. “You can go now.”
“Of course, Shirley,” says Sebastian.
“Wait, what?” is all Ryunosuke gets out, before he looks around to find that he’s gone. Vanished, into thin air. Which leaves him standing there alone with the maid, something that, despite everything, is so much worse, actually. The Butler might have looked capable of making him disappear without a trace, but this maid, Shirley… he has no doubt she could destroy him.
“So, Mr Naruhodo,” she says and slips a hand around his arm to grab his elbow. “You… had an appointment?”
“Yes!” he squeaks as she pulls him along to walk through the large foyer. “I mean, I think I do? That is, Lord van Zieks invited me, but I am starting to think I might have got the date and time wrong…” He spots a telephone to the side of the room and his face grows cold. “I didn’t know you had a telephone. Should I have called beforehand?”
“Absolutely not,” says Shirley, much too cheerful. “This is perfect.”
He doesn’t quite believe that. Especially when they make it to the stairs at the back, and he realises that she is not taking him to the first parlour to wait.
“Um, Miss Shirley?” he ventures. Her face brightens at the address. “Where, where exactly are we going?”
“Oh, I’m taking you directly to the Master, of course,” she says.
“Of course,” he echoes, his throat dry.
Up the stairs they go, and then left to the West Wing. At the top, he spots the door that he presumes leads into the library ― he’d seen the large stained glass windows from the front yard ― but she takes him right past that and down a long, long corridor lined with portraits of van Ziekses past. His eyes jump from one grandiose painting to the next, from one huge form to an even bigger one.
Giants, the lot of them, he thinks, and drags his eyes away from the walls.
They stop at the end of the hallway, in front of a dark wooden door. Lord van Zieks’s study, he supposes. That’s… fine. Kinda cosy. A bit… intimate, even? But perhaps this is where he greets all his guests who are here for, hm, professional business. Yes, that must be it. Surely Shirley wouldn’t immediately put him in any kind of precarious situation.
She knocks, three loud bangs, and does not wait for an answer. She pushes the door open and then Ryunosuke through it.
It is not van Zieks’s study. It is not even a sitting room or a drawing room or even just a nice, neutral room.
No. It is his genuine bedroom .
And he is genuinely lounging on his bed with a book ― the book ― in one hand and a wine glass in the other, with his ruffled shirt unbuttoned all the way down past his… his…
His giant tits.
He sits up, alarmed, and presses the book to his chest, thereby blocking Ryunosuke’s very nice if very inappropriate view. He sets the wine glass on the bedside table, his face the colour of its contents, his eyes flicking from Ryunosuke to Shirley.
“What the hell―!?” he starts, but is cut off by Shirley clicking her heels together.
“Mr Naruhodo is here for his appointment,” she says, sounding much too pleased for a woman who is being actively murdered with eyes alone. “Dinner will be served at seven, please,” she pauses, and Ryunosuke doesn’t need to look to know she is holding back a splitting grin, “enjoy yourselves until then.”
“Shirley―!”
The door slams shut behind Ryunosuke, and he jumps at the sound. And then shrinks away when the absolutely murderous glare turns to him . He, on the other hand, stares at the nice persian rug on the floor, while he tries to wrap his head around what the fuck kind of people these are. He thinks he would have preferred getting dematerialised by Sebastian.
After five of the tensest seconds in his life, he can no longer take it. “Um―!”
“Why are you here?”
The question is strained and snappy and it is followed by the rustle of sheets as van Zieks shuffles along the bed. Not that Ryunosuke can see it, having screwed his eyes tightly shut at the commanding tone.
“You,” he swallows, “you invited me?” The mattress creaks slightly, a weight lifted from it.
“I most certainly did not.”
He blinks his eyes open, unfocused on a spot somewhere on the ground, and frowns. “But… yesterday, you said…”
“I was being sarcastic .”
Oh.
“Oh… my god, I…” He turns. Big mistake.
Two big mistakes, actually, right there on his eye level, in front of his face, barely contained within the silken, ruffled shirt van Zieks is wearing. When did he come so close? Why didn’t he button up his shirt?? And why are the shapes of his nipples so incredibly distinct through the thin fabric???
Ryunosuke’s entire body catches fire as his brain comes to a complete halt, filled with nothing but the vision of that massive bosom.
Distantly, he registers the sound of someone’s voice, but he can’t hear it properly, can’t comprehend the words, can’t turn his eyes up to meet the ones staring down at him with no doubt the intent to maim.
“What?” he manages, his mouth dry.
“I said, perhaps you should go.”
He draws in a shaky breath.
“Yes, that…” He clears his throat, unsuccessfully. “That might be for the breast― best!” Shit. Fuck. Shit . “I mean tits― it’s almost dinner time, and I, I would hate to be a boober― bother! Um.”
Wow, he was wrong. These are the tensest five seconds of his life.
“I’ll just… go.”
He turns, shamefully not even able to look van Zieks in the eyes. But he is desperate to escape while he still can.
A hand grabs onto his arm, tightly , and all hope of that escape crumble with one final word:
“Wait.”
Oh well, he thinks. I had a good run. Now it’s time to be murdered, it seems, or if he’s lucky, just go to prison for two years. He might not be very good at manual labour, but surely it’ll be better than this .
“You…” comes from behind him, and there’s an odd note of hesitance to the voice. He blinks and turns back around, finally looking up at van Zieks’s face. His… his cheeks are tinted red. Is he being shy ?! “Do you want to trade?”
Ryunosuke blinks again and opens his mouth, only to close it with a frown. “Trade… what?”
Van Zieks lets out a frustrated sigh. “I mean are you blue?”
“Blue?”
“A fruit .”
“I am… so sorry, my Lord, I don’t know any blue fruit.”
The next sigh is less frustrated and more aggravated. “Of all the moronic…” van Zieks mutters, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Are you, or are you not, a homosexual?”
“Ohhh!” Ryunosuke exclaims as everything slots into place in his mind. “I know what that means!” He beams up at van Zieks, who looks ― for the lack of a better word ― flabbergasted. “Yes!”
“How is that the―?” he starts, but by then Ryunosuke is already grabbing him by his ruffled lapels and pulling him down into a kiss.
He realises, belatedly, that he didn’t actually confirm that van Zieks also likes men, or that him liking them meant that he wanted to kiss Ryunosuke, but given the way he hums softly and melts into his touch, it’s not particularly hard to deduce the answer to those questions. Especially so, when a strong arm wraps around his waist to pull him closer, and a hand cards into his hair to tilt his head up and deepen the kiss.
Emboldened by the exceedingly positive response, he lets go of the shirt and slips his own hands underneath the silky fabric to find even silkier skin. His fingers push through downy chest hair, their tips catching on the edges of faded scars, until they come to cup the frankly ridiculously large pectorals. They are softer than he imagined, though still firm.
Like well pounded mochi.
Van Zieks makes an odd noise into the kiss and pulls back. He glances down at Ryunosuke’s hands inside his shirt, before focusing on his face again. “What is your fascination with my chest?” He sounds genuinely confused, which… is confusing in its own right. Does he not realise how incredibly attractive he ― and his chest ― is?
“You know,” Ryunosuke says. “They’re so big. And nice to squeeze.” He squeezes to emphasise, and the fingers in his hair twitch. “Do you not like being touched this way?”
Van Zieks shakes his head. “It’s not that, but― ahn! ”
He freezes. Ryunosuke freezes. His thumbs hover over perky nipples, which they just pinched.
“You―” van Zieks starts, cut off by another moan when Ryunosuke pinches again.
“It seems you are quite sensitive here,” he says, absently rolling the nubs between his fingers, while van Zieks lets out small noises that he, for one, is going to call whimpers. “Good to know.”
“ Enough teasing.”
His eyes flick up to lock with clear blue ones, burning and hungry and desperate.
“Alright,” he says and grips the hem of van Zieks’s shirt, yanking it from his waistband. In a few seconds he has the rest of the buttons open, before he realises he’s the one with more clothes on and should probably focus on ridding himself of those first.
It’s… surprisingly difficult to focus on anything at all, with Barok looking like that in front of him ― flushed and responsive and accessible ― but he’ll do his best despite his quickly growing desperation. Very quickly, in fact, seeing as they’ve only made out so far and he’s already half-hard when he steps out of his trousers. Well, it’s been a while since he’s done anything like this, so it makes sense. Also, the unexpectedness of everything just adds to the excitement, doesn’t it?
The best time to fuck is when you’re not expecting to fuck.
“ Oh ,” comes van Zieks’s voice, and he turns to face him after tossing his trousers to the side. His eyes are honed in on Ryunosuke’s crotch, which admittedly makes him a little self-conscious. Especially when his own eyes find the almost intimidating tent at the front of van Zieks’s drawers.
Neither of them say anything, but as one they reach down to pull off their respective underwear, and just like that, they are both fully nude.
Barok is big . Of course he’s big. Ryunosuke was expecting him to be big, the bloody giant, but this… This is a class of magnitude above what he’s used to. He’ll need to get real relaxed to fit that inside.
…Best get to it, then.
He steps back up to Barok, hands on his shoulders and lips on his, and pushes him backwards until he’s by the bed. When his shins hit the edge, he glances behind him and then manoeuvres over to the headboard, leaning against the pillows still propped there from before. Ryunosuke follows, climbs onto his lap and straddles him, buries his fingers into soft, fair locks of hair and tugs.
Barok lets out a sharp breath and tilts his head up, perfect for Ryunosuke to recapture his lips in a searing kiss. One that immediately breaks with both of their gasps, when he grinds his hips down on the hardness pressing against his. He grinds again, and Barok’s eyes slip shut as he groans. Ryunosuke leans down to press his mouth on his shoulder, directly to the scar there. Then over to the other side, where he kisses along the scar above Barok’s heart, and finally a little down from that. The nipple is already hard when he sucks it into his mouth, and it just perks up even more when he runs his tongue over it.
All the while he continues to grind their cocks together, the sensation of it scorching, but not nearly enough.
He gives the nipple one last kiss before pulling away. “Do you have lubricant?”
Barok has his face turned away and the back of a hand pressed to his mouth, but he does manage to nod. He takes a deep breath, reaches over to his bedside table, and pulls out a small bottle.
“Good,” Ryunosuke says, his own breathing turning shallow from the anticipation. “We’re going to need that.” He grins, and Barok pops the bottle open. “I’ve never taken the cock of a giant before… but I look forward to trying.”
Barok raises an eyebrow and pours some on his hand. “I am not a giant,” he says, and then something slick prods at Ryunosuke’s backside. “You are simply tiny.”
Ryunosuke opens his mouth to object, but whatever he was about to say is drowned out by the long keen that rises from his chest as the finger pushes inside him. Or at least he thinks it’s a finger. It could be two at once for all he knows, because goddamn with girth like this it certainly feels like two of his.
Barok keeps it still, allowing him to adjust, and then slowly pushes it deeper. Ryunosuke’s whole body shudders. How is it still going deeper ?!
Holy fuck, he thinks, somewhat hysterically.
He’s not breathing. He should probably do that. He forces his lungs to fill, to continue their steady expansion and reduction just as Barok starts a steady rhythm of back and forth.
It’s not uncomfortable, exactly, it’s just… been a while since he’s done this. And he may be getting too into his head about the whole size thing. He needs a distraction, now.
His hands ― almost white knuckled ― are gripping Barok’s shoulders, so he slides them down his torso to cup his tits again. He massages them in time with the finger moving inside him, quickly losing himself in the repeating motion, in the sensation, the appreciative hums from Barok. He flicks his thumbs over the nipples, which in turn makes the finger twitch, brushing against his prostate and sending a jolt of electricity through him.
He swallows and takes a shaky breath and when he looks down, he notices that he’s pushed Barok’s breasts together, creating a lovely cleavage.
Hmm…
He grabs the bottle, smearing lubricant and his own leaking precum down his cock, and rises to his knees.
“What are you―?” Barok starts, but doesn’t get further when Ryunosuke slips the cock into the tight cleavage.
He gasps. Barok gasps. And then he gasps again as Ryunosuke rubs at his nipples.
“M-may I?” Ryunosuke stammers, though it is perhaps a little late to ask for permission. A second finger circles around his rim, and the breath dies in his lungs. Barok huffs out a dry chuckle.
“You may.”
And then he shoves it inside.
Ryunosuke wails, his vision blurring momentarily as he is stretched open, but he doesn’t let that deter him. He tightens his hold on Barok’s chest and thrusts, his member sliding effortlessly into the crevice. And when he pulls his hips back, Barok’s fingers are there waiting for him, driving into him and coaxing him to relax.
He’s relaxing alright. He’s also going absolutely insane.
He never thought it could feel like this. Honestly, he didn’t think it would feel much like anything, rubbing his cock against another man’s chest, but this ? The way the tits are pressed together, hot and wet and perfect around him, the way he can use his hands to adjust the pressure, the way it’s soft like nothing else, all of it is almost too much.
And Barok! Oh, Barok looks utterly debauched under him, biting his lip to keep from moaning, his face and chest flushed. His breathing is just as ragged as Ryunosuke’s is, peppered with quick inhales and choked pants whenever he squeezes him firmer or plays with his nipples. Which is all the time, because how could he stop when it makes Barok shudder so, when the nipples are red and hard and so easy to twist?
He thrusts harder, and the tip of his cock peeks out from the other side, pushing very close to Barok’s downcast face. Pale eyes, previously glazed over, clear enough to stare at the moving head with a look that Ryunosuke is intimately familiar with ― the urge to devour. Sadly, Barok doesn’t go for it, the cock not quite reaching his mouth in their current position, but just the thought of all of this and his tongue on him is enough to make Ryunosuke’s thoughts spin.
He pinches one of the nipples harder, and Barok throws his head back, unable to keep his moan inside anymore.
“You, you really like that, huh?” Ryunosuke distantly hears himself asking. “I… really like this too.” He hums, low and drawn out. “ Fuck , you feel really good―!”
The fingers rub against his prostate again, and he whines. Their pace is quickly building, like the ever-expanding heat in his gut that threatens to spill over with every movement. Just one more thrust of his hips, one more curl of the fingers―
“Wait!” he yells, half a second from oblivion, and they both still completely. His cock, buried so nicely between Barok’s supple breasts, trembles with the need to spend, and his head is filled with nothing but buzzing.
Barok lets out a shaky breath. “What’s wrong?”
Huh? Wrong? Ryunosuke tries to think, his brain slowly catching with his breath. What is wrong?
“I…” he says and swallows. Everything was perfect, wasn’t it? “I can’t cum yet.”
That sounds stupid.
Barok seems to agree. “Why?”
“Because…” There was a reason. But what? “Because… you…”
He yelps when Barok pulls the fingers out with a scoff, rather more forcefully than need be, but it does make him remember.
“Ah,” he says, “that’s right.”
He reaches down and grabs Barok’s cock, positions it just so, and, before the man can do anything but sit upright, sinks down in one fell swoop. They both grunt from the friction and the burn, and he probably should’ve put lubricant on it beforehand but oh well, too late now. He adjusts his hips a little, a shiver running up his spine when the cock throbs inside him.
“Mm, I’m glad,” he mutters, barely aware of the fact he’s speaking. “I was worried I’d split in twain.” He laughs, breathy and delirious. “But it fits perfectly.”
“You are ridiculous,” Barok grunts, rubbing circles into Ryunosuke’s thighs, and he laughs again.
Then he rises up only to slam back down.
Barok chokes and falls back against the pillows, and Ryunosuke does it again, up and down the length in a pace that his legs will remember tomorrow. That won’t stop today-him though. If anything it has him rolling his hips even more deliberately. Underneath him, Barok grits his teeth and the next time he comes down he bucks his hips to meet him, slamming his cock deeper, and Ryunosuke sees stars.
He almost loses his balance from the force, catching onto Barok’s chest for support.
Not a bad turn of events, he thinks. And squeezes.
Barok growls , and his hands fly up to Ryunosuke’s waist, where they grip him tight ― almost painfully so ― to bring him down faster and harder. Ryunosuke cries, helpless in front of the tsunami of sensations washing over him, and for a moment he thinks he will split in twain after all. He doesn’t, of course, but it also takes almost no time at all before his entire world goes blank and he topples over, releasing all across Barok’s front.
He struggles for breath as Barok continues to move, continues to dig his nails into the skin on his sides, continues to chase his own completion. He blinks, eyes focusing on the heaving chest below him, and licks his lips.
“Oh dear,” he pants, his breaths mixing with Barok’s, and runs a finger through the white splatter, “look at this mess I made.”
Barok opens his own eyes just as he leans down and licks a long, wet stripe up his chest, gathering up as much of his cum as he can, before moving over and sealing his lips around a nipple. He flicks it with his tongue and then bites down.
Barok’s movements falter, a guttural groan escaping his throat. He tenses, his grip tightening impossibly more, and his cock pulses once, twice, three times as it fills Ryunosuke with hot seed.
Everything is still for a few blissful seconds while they bask in the afterglow, until Ryunosuke shifts and it becomes immediately apparent that he should get off the cock. Gingerly, he does and promptly collapses onto the bed next to Barok.
Who, disappointingly, doesn’t stay put for very long, before he drags himself to his feet and disappears through a door to the side. A bathroom, it seems, since he reappears soon with a small basin of clear water and a few towels, which he uses to clean his dripping hole. His hands are gentle as he moves his legs, which… is quite curious. It makes him wonder…
“What?” Barok bites out, his brows furrowed though he doesn’t look up at Ryunosuke’s face.
He stifles the smile and shakes his head. “No, it’s nothing,” he says. “I’m sorry for staring.”
Barok gives him a look and moves back, wipes his own chest before tossing the towel into the basin. Ryunosuke opens his arms and grins at him, and he rolls his eyes, but does climb back into the bed. Ryunosuke immediately drapes his arms and his legs all over him ― not unlike an octopus might ― and nuzzles as close as he can get. He buries his nose into the fair chest hair and breathes his lungs full. Barok smells of musk and sweat and cum, and just a hint of orange blossoms.
What a nice smell.
“What was that?” asks Barok, which probably means Ryunosuke said it out loud on accident.
“This was very nice,” he says and lifts his face from his tits. “What should we do next time?”
Barok raises an eyebrow and says, “How presumptuous of you. What makes you think there will be a next time?”
Ryunosuke raises his own eyebrow and says nothing.
“Fine,” Barok huffs eventually. “I suppose… there can be a next time.”
“So what do you want to try?”
It is Barok’s turn to say nothing. He is surprisingly cute with his face all red and eyes averted.
“Ooh, is it something… risque?” Ryunosuke asks and could swear the redness turns a shade darker. “It is! Tell me, what?” He thinks, rubbing his chin with a finger. “Blindfolds? Bondage? Oh, face-fucking!”
His mouth still tastes of his own cum, and he licks his lips. He glances down at Barok’s cock, giant even while flaccid.
…He needs to know if he’d gag on it.
“I wouldn’t mind face-fucking,” he mutters.
“Sadly we don’t have time,” says Barok, and he looks back up to him. “What with dinner being served soon.”
Ryunosuke hums thoughtfully. “In that case, thank you for providing dessert.”
Oh yes, he thinks and smiles. Very cute with his face all red.