NOVA

He's the One

The rising sun peeks through the metal blinds in Bellamy's room. Gripping mercilessly at the warm flesh upon Bellamy's back, Ryu rides him to paradise. Face buried against his neck as he sucks rapaciously at his warmth, marking his territory. He moans softly, wrapping his arms around Bellamy's neck as Bellamy snakes his arms around Ryu's waist. 

He bucks his hips slowly, delivering hard yet passionate strokes from his sitting position. Low groans rumbling from his chest he coaxes Ryu's hips along his arousal that pulses inside of him eliciting soft whimpers from Ryu's lips. The sounds invigorating him, making him go harder, faster as their bodies collide sealing the small spaces between them.

With fingertips kneading Ryu's rear, Bellamy bucks his hips faster. Face buried against Ryu's collarbone as the pleasure courses between them. They moan and groan in sync, bodies drenched in sweat as they push each other to the edge they so desperately want to get to. The edge they so desperately need.

Removing his face from Bellamy's neck, Ryu becomes lost in his eyes. Fingers combing through his curls. Moaning softly, he brushes his tongue across Bellamy's lips. The taste of sweet mint and whiskey upon them. A smile graces Bellamy's lips, consumed with sheer desire for Ryu. His heart so full as he takes care of the one man who makes him feel whole.

He rolls his hips, vigorously. His head falling back allowing the soft whimpers to pass through his lips. Snaking his hands around Ryu's waist, Bellamy bucks his hips harder. Low groans leaving his lips as he leans forward, peppering soft kisses upon Ryu's abdomen. Coaxing his legs around his waist, fingertips playing like a piano along his spine.

His moans escalate in volume, gripping the bedsheets as Bellamy's arousal reaches his depths. Unafraid to let himself go. Unafraid to let himself be heard. There's a shift in his breathing. It's sporadic, filled with an indescribable yearn that consumes his entire being. He's close— at the peak of his orgasm, and he wants it all. All of Bellamy.

Looking up at a completely disheveled Ryu, Bellamy, who's just as disheveled, groans loudly in response to Ryu's warmth constricting him as he bucks his hips, vigorously. Falling deeper and deeper into ecstasy leaving him grasping for more. Unable to take his darkened gaze off him as the pleasure takes control of his entirety.

He's addicted to the feeling of Ryu's warm walls clenching around his arousal. His succulent lips that used to only dream of tasting. His small yet toned frame that wraps perfectly around him. His beguiling yet soft eyes that cause his senses to combust with pleasure. And his ability to both take and relinquish control. He's a dream. His dream.

With a loud, strained whimper, Ryu pushes Bellamy back onto the bed. Hands gripping his chest as he bounces on his arousal. He's at his peak, and he can feel that Bellamy is too. They gaze into each other's eyes, mouths parted, taking in one another. There's no turning back.

Placing his hands upon Ryu's hips, Bellamy groans hoarsely, intermittently. Hues rolling into his head. He bucks his hips to meet Ryu's, body tensing from the feeling of Ryu clenching around him. He can't hold it, and neither can Ryu.

Gripping aimlessly at Bellamy's chest, Ryu curses under his breath fighting back the gratifying whimpers building in his chest from Bellamy bombarding him with everything he has. This makes Bellamy go harder. Merciless even wanting Ryu to release onto him what he's been craving to, badly. 

It starts off calm, like light fingers of wind, and ended up like a hurricane. Ryu's moans filling the room with his cries of pleasure, letting himself go on Bellamy's abdomen much to his excitement. And with arousal pulsing uncontrollably. Low, throaty groans leaving his lips, Bellamy holds Ryu down on his arousal, filling the empty void with his seed.