Battle of Barcelona (Shiryota, NC-17)

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Title: Battle of Barcelona

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Sexity sex

Pairing: Shiryota

Summary: It’s not Ryo’s fault, really

Notes: Hey ryogrande , you should make this happen on your end.

 

 

It wasn’t Ryo’s fault, really. It’s just that ever since that one drunken night, he can’t stop thinking about Shirota’s stupid nose and stupid eyes and stupid face, his stupid low rumbling (sexy) Spanish, and his stupid cock buried balls deep into Ryo as Ryo whimpers and begs for more.

 

So when Shirota shows up at the club looking like sex, legs cased in tight leather, and wearing a fedora pulled low over his brow, Ryo is willing to push complete responsibility for his actions onto Shirota’s appallingly slutty taste in clothing.

 

Ryo is shocked he makes it as long as it takes to get back to his apartment before he’s pulling at the black sheer shirt Shirota is wearing, and shoving him through the door as he licks up Shirota’s chest.

 

The fedora falls to the floor as Shirota kicks the door closed behind him, growling and pulling Ryo closer. They quickly divest each other of clothes, and Ryo can admit he’s sad to see the leather pants go, but only as long as it takes for him to remember the majesty of Shirota’s strong, lithe naked form, and the hot and throbbing present between his legs that’s already fully erect for him.

 

Shirota leans down and kisses him, slow and hot, and Ryo’s struggling to reach him, the height difference feeling massive all of the sudden.

 

“You hair looks stupid,” Ryo pants into Shirota’s mouth to regain ground, and he threads his hands through it, using his grip to pull the man down further while he stands on his tip toes to crush their mouths together.

 

“Shut up, Nishikido,” Shirota says, his voice dark and mocking. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you—“

 

“If I don’t have anything nice to say, I shouldn’t say anything at all?”

 

Shirota snorts. “Did anyone ever tell you that if you don’t have anything nice to say, you should stop talking and suck my cock?”

 

Ryo’s eyes narrow even as he drops to his knees. “I don’t know how you fool anyone with those stupid gay emoticons on twitter, you’re such a dick.”

 

“No,” Shirota replies, “I’m just nice to everyone but you.” He hisses when Ryo sucks his cock into his mouth. “I’m surprised you even have to…ahhh…get on your knees to do this.”

 

Ryo lets the edge of his lower teeth skate along the underside of Shirota’s cock in warning. “Do you really want to insult the man who has your cock in his mouth?”

 

Shirota laughs, but it turns into a heavy groan as Ryo takes his whole dick into his mouth. Ryo loves the power of it, how he can make Shirota stop smirking at him with a slow lick around the head of his cock, lapping at the slit. He loves watching Shirota’s eyes slide shut in pleasure. But even more than that, he loves knowing that no matter how much bigger Shirota is than him, Ryo, right now, is the one in charge.

 

Shirota suddenly pulls him up, and drags him back toward the bedroom. “In a hurry?” Ryo says, allowing himself to be guided to the bed. But when Shirota attempts to push him down, Ryo hooks his leg around Shirota’s and trips him, so Shirota trips and falls first, and Ryo straddles him, using his smaller body and leverage to pin Shirota to the bed. “This is like climbing a tree,” Ryo mutters, before leaning forward and slipping his tongue between Shirota’s lips.

 

“Tú eres un mono. My little monkey,” Shirota says, and Ryo disgustedly thinks it might be affectionate, so he grinds down, pushing his cock into Shirota’s to shut him up. Shirota moans, loud and low, and Ryo grins, triumphant.

 

“Don’t translate,” Ryo gasps out when Shirota thrusts upward with his hips in revenge. “It’s hotter when I don’t know what stupid thing you’re saying.”

 

Shirota laughs again, and the sound just makes Ryo more aroused. He fumbles for the lube he knows is on the nightstand, and quickly pours some onto Shirota’s firm stomach. He slicks a couple of fingers with it, and slides backwards down Shirota’s endless legs, before positioning himself in between them. Shirota’s legs instinctively part, and Ryo’s fingers circle the ring of muscle with no hesitation, waiting until Shirota is looking at him before he quickly, roughly thrusts one in. Shirota makes an interesting keening sound that Ryo finds hot despite himself, and he adds a second finger a moment later, flexing the two in tandem trying to find the place that will turn Shirota into putty in his arms.

 

“Look at me,” Ryo says, and Shirota slowly opens his eyes, his lashes fluttering over his sculpted cheeks, and Ryo thinks he’s unbearably hot right now, flushed and spread before him like a feast. He can’t help but lick Shirota’s cock, once, twice, like a lollipop, and Shirota is so vocal, and Ryo loves it. “Look at me while I fuck you,” Ryo says, and Shirota shudders.

 

“Por favor,” he whispers, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Shirota is ready for him. Even if it did, Ryo is a genius, so he lines his shaft up with Shirota’s entrance and forcefully pushes in, earning a sharp whine from the large man below him, and pulling a grunt from his own chest at the tight, grasping sensation of being fully sheathed inside of Shirota.

 

It’s heady and intoxicating to see the man come undone beneath him as Ryo slowly but forcefully pounds into him over and over again. That mouth, always smug and smirking at Ryo, is open and sucking in air as Ryo hits his prostate over and over again.

 

Ryo reaches between them and tugs Shirota’s cock, and a few jerks is all it takes before he’s splattering between them. Ryo feels himself tumbling down after him, and when he comes to, he’s irate to find himself wrapped in Shirota’s arms, nuzzling his neck.

 

“My little Napoleon,” Shirota says, and Ryo growls and bites his shoulder, which only makes Shirota laugh harder.

 

“Napoleon invaded Spain,” Ryo says spitefully. “He burned it out and went back to France.”

 

Shirota’s hand wanders down and softly strokes at Ryo’s hipbone. “Oh you invaded, alright,” he teases. “But I’m not nearly burned out, so I hope you don’t need to go back to France just yet.”

 

Comments

[dorayaki-chan.livejournal.com]

Ooow yeah napoleon shorty that invade spain :)

[maiamcw.livejournal.com]

hahahah silly ryo!