Ritsuka x Soubi lemon 🍋

Losing his ears

A/N: Hi! So, This is another fanfic that I've posted here on wattpad! I'm normally far too shy to post anything on the site, I'd have to first either A) post 5 stories, or B) come up with 6000 words worth of entries. Thus, I picked a few of my favorite fanfictions on my laptop, and posted them! I'm sorry that this is pretty short... I don't usually finish any of the many fanfictions I write, but rather leave them unfinished and go on to the next idea. I sort of just slapped an ending on this one to get it posted... Please let me know if it sucks horribly?

Disclaimer: Wait, you thought that I owned Loveless? Bwaha... BWHAHAHA! You make me laugh. No, if I owned Loveless, Ritsuka would have LONG ago lost his ears! The only thing that I own is my laptop.

Warnings:(just make it clear to you 😆)

This is yaoi, slash, boyxboy, shonen-ai, whatever you want to call it. Either way, this fic contains sex between two males. In other words, if you're homophobic, why are you even here?

Also, this particular fanfiction happens to be for Loveless, which means the characters have a pretty big age difference, and the youngest, Ritsuka, is a minor. I don't expect any flames stating how much this sort of thing disgusts you. You've been warned here, and I WILL make a big deal out of it if you choose to ignore this warning. Everyone will know how much of an asshole you are for flaming despite this warning. Now, constructive criticism? THAT I like. It helps me become a better writer. Please point out any typos you see as well... I'm bad about that!

Enjoy!

Ritsuka stared at his history book, thoroughly bored. He somehow found his mind wandering for the hundredth time that same day back to Soubi. He was thinking about how much their relationship had grown, and how he was ashamed of himself. Every time that Soubi attempted to be intimate with him, he always got... well, he didn't know exactly what he felt. Maybe a little scared or angry, though he didn't know why since he trusted Soubi with his life. But he would always pull away, and yell at Soubi, pushing him away further and further each time.

He was angry at himself, because he had begun to have feelings that he couldn't describe for Soubi. He wondered to himself when exactly his name began to sound so good when it came from Soubi's lips; when he had started wanting their kisses to last longer, when he longed to run his hands through Soubi's hair as they-. The bell disturbed his thoughts as it rang, signaling the end of the day. He quickly jotted down the assignment, and gathered his books.

Ritsuka walked to his locker, which was only just across the hall from his last period of the day. He grabbed his book bag and strolled out the front doors before any of the other students even had reached their lockers. He walked towards the gate, and towards the blond that he knew would be there, waiting for him.

"Hey squirt. Have a nice day?" Soubi smiled cheerfully at his sacrifice, reaching out his hand.

"As good of a day as I could have in school..." he remarked, ignoring the outstretched hand, instead wrapping his arm around the man's waist. They continued walking like this, talking about the little meaningless things that made the beautiful fall scenery even easier to enjoy. Soubi's hips brushed past his, and Ritsuka blushed profusely. He was developing that habit lately, of blushing whenever Soubi's body was close to his own. He hated it, but Soubi couldn't get enough of it.

God Ritsuka, you are too damn cute... Soubi smiled down at the teen, causing Ritsuka to blush even more. When they reached Soubi's apartment and Soubi had unlocked the door, Ritsuka slid off his shoes and set his book bag down on the bed. Soubi immediately sat down to paint, but Ritsuka sauntered over to the small kitchen. He began going through the drawers and cupboards, knowing exactly where everything was. Soubi glanced up at him, chuckling softly. Ritsuka was the picture or domestic bliss, and it seemed as though he lived there. The way that he went through the random food items with no hint of nervousness, made Soubi wonder about what he would do in a few years. Once Ritsuka graduated, Soubi knew that he would ask the teen to move in with him, but he knew that the small apartment was too tiny for two people... at least if those two people didn't want to be very near to each other all of the time. Soubi smiled to himself, and quickly looked down at his painting as Ritsuka finished making some ramen, delivering a bowl to him.