[xxx - mature content warning]
(Present time)
I gather up the remaining salad, using my fork and carefully spread it over the last piece of tuna. It looks delicious, but I am already so full that it takes a few seconds to convince myself to put it in my mouth and start chewing. I rarely eat even half of the food, served in front of me. This time, however, there is no other way. Ryo is staring me down, patiently waiting for me to finish. His head is tilted forward, a smirk lingering on his lips.
"Wasn't that bad, was it?" he says when I finally swallow and defiantly raise my brow at him. My expression changes into one of utter shock the next moment. He cheerfully asks, "How about a dessert?"
"No," I firmly state. "Don't push it."
The situation is actually funny. It reminds me of the times when I was in kindergarten. I refused to go and made a total drama out of it at the door every morning just because the childcare worker, otherwise a sweet lady, was too persistent during mealtimes. She did not allow us to leave our little tables before we cleared the plates. I hated it. Mom always told the teacher that it was ok if I do not eat all the food offered, but they did just the opposite. This is the reason why I wouldn't touch caramel pudding, waffles and thick broccoli soup to this day.
This here, of course, is quite different, not only because the dinner is delicious, but because I would literally do anything Ryo wants. He doesn't even have to persuade me. I want to be a good boy for him. I need him to praise me. That look of admiration in his eyes feels like I've won a gold medal in the toughest competition.
I am gazing shamelessly at him. How could I not? My boyfriend is a bowl of cherries. The warm smile never leaves his perfectly curved lips. He definitely likes my constant ogling. If it was anyone else, I would be cringing and shivering with uneasiness by now, watching him eat, but Ryo simply fascinates me. He is not very keen on using the cutlery and touches the food with his fingers, sucking and licking them after each bite. I suspect he does it on purpose to challenge me. It doesn't matter. His pink tongue, sliding seductively over his plump upper lip makes my cock twitch and throb. Calling him handsome would be such an understatement. Sensuality is oozing out of him. Every movement is a temptation. Every glance is a seduction. He was born to be craved. His mesmerizing, dark eyes are his most powerful weapon. I am their slave by my own choice. He doesn't have to do anything to have me, but still does so much to make sure I am fed, comfortable, calm and satisfied.
Ryo brushes his hair away from his face. The gesture is familiar, not only from the short time we've spent together. I have seen it before that. My pulse quickens at the possibility of all this being much more than it looks like to both of us, something he never expected, something I never dreamed of. What are the odds of finally finding what we've been looking for all our lives? The chance is one in a million, but still, his answers to my bold questions, my scarce memories... It could be me. I want that boy he told me about to be me so bad. I think it's me. The puzzle in my head seems to be coming together, piece by piece... I quickly push the thought to the back of my mind. Now is not the time. I need to find some proof of my suspicions. He is obviously clueless. Maybe, it's just my wishful thinking...
"You're staring," Ryo mumbles, clicking his fingers to take me out of my daze. "I hope it's because you find me irresistible and not because I'm a messy eater. I'll behave better in public, I promise."
"In public?" I frown. "Sorry, but I can't give you the same promise. If you want to witness my full disgrace and learn all about second hand embarrassment..."
"Shh!" he grins. "Let's not discuss it right now. We'll get to that later."
"Mhm," I bite my lip suspiciously. He will push me further, way out of my comfort zone. I can see what he is trying to do and have no intention of resisting. I just hope he won't regret it.
"I like your hair when it's messy. You look carefree and happy. My naughty boy." Ryo reaches over and runs his fingers over my lips. "See? Not being squeaky clean and hungry from time to time for a change won't kill you, right?"
His words suddenly make me realize my awful state. I threw up, rolled in the grass, cooked... Oh, my God! I probably smell of fried fish and sweat.
"Ryo," I gasp in despair. "I am a total mess. I need a shower. Urgently. Please! I earned it. You can't..."
"Silly," he laughs. "A looker like you doesn't need fancy clothes, flawless hair and expensive perfumes. You can spend the day in the middle of a mud puddle and you'll still be a total candy when you crawl out of it."
"Why would I do that?" I snort.
"You never know," he shrugs. "Life is an adventure, full of surprises."
"When we don't know where life is taking us, we are never lost*," I mutter. My life was confined within the walls of a house and followed a strict order, but I still felt lost most of the time. Now, I have no idea what will happen in ten minutes, and yet I have never felt more free. What an irony. The funniest part is that plunging into a mud puddle doesn't even seem like such a bad idea anymore.
*Quote from 'The Spy' by Brazilian novelist Paulo Coelho
"You read Paulo Coelho? Nice! I agree. Beautifully said," Ryo nods. His eyes find mine. He is studying me attentively. "It's like an ocean, isn't it? Sometimes, we don't need a direction. We just have to swim to survive, or someone to do it for us when we don't know how to stay afloat. All we need is someone to keep us safe."
A tense silence follows. There are so many unspoken words between us. We are both still afraid to say them. It's too early. But at least we agreed to never tell a lie.
"Fine. Let's go! I enjoy pleasing you too much." Ryo stands up. "We'll take a shower."
"Together?" I grin.
"You didn't expect to shower alone, did you?" he smirks. "I am your boyfriend. I told you where your place was. Did you forget?"
"On your big, hard cock," I grin wider.
"That's right." He grips my wrist and pulls me behind him.
"Wait! The dishes," I shriek. "We can't leave them like this. I'll wash them really quickly."
"We're leaving them dirty on the table." Ryo starts chuckling. "Nante kotoda (What a disaster)!"
Before I can protest, we're on the second floor. I am hurled into the large bathroom, adjacent to my bedroom and pinned to the cold, tiled wall.
"Kiss me," Rio whispers hoarsely in my ear.
"I need to brush my teeth," I pant out, pushing my face in his soft hair. He always smells so good. I smell like tuna.
"No you don't," he presses his body into mine. We fit together perfectly. I barely catch my breath. One of his hands squeezes my ass hard while the other palms my erection. Ryo bites my earlobe harshly and hisses, "Don't make me repeat, Otokomae. There are many things you want, but it doesn't mean you need them. I bet you're yummy. I think I'll lick you first and then suck you off and I don't give a damn if you've taken a shower and brushed your teeth or not. Kiss me!"
The temptation is stronger than my obsession with cleanliness. I grip a handful of his hair and shove my tongue between his lips, giddy at their warmth and the way he readily parts them to welcome my invasion. We kiss slowly, but it soon gets wild and desperate. I hook his boxer briefs' waistband with my thumbs and try to slide them down his thighs, but Ryo pulls away and takes a step back.
"Not so fast, Pātonā," he groans. "Let's find out if you want me to fuck you or you need it."
"I need it," I assert without hesitation, reaching out to grab his forearm and pull him closer. Ryo manages to slip away and takes another step back.
"Your punishment isn't over yet, though." His rolls his nipple between his fingers and starts stroking himself slowly through the fabric. The sight sends waves of heat along my spine. I moan, but he is unconvinced. "You don't seem that desperate."
"I am." I take a sharp breath. I am being completely honest. My knees are weak. My skin is burning everywhere he touched. Maybe, he wants me to be more vocal about my desires, more passionate, not so focused on the order I have created, but on us, in a way dirtier. I have no idea if I can be like this, but for him I can try. Why not? I run my fingers through my hair to make it even more tousled and entice him. "Come here, baby. I am all yours."
"No." Ryo turns around and walks to the bathtub. His muscles are playing under the smooth skin when he bends to remove his underwear and gets inside. I can't take my eyes off him while he sits gracefully on the broad ledge opposite the shower.
"What are you doing, Ryo?" My voice is shaking.
"Time for challenge number three, Otokomae," he smiles. "I am quite patient and self-controlled, but you somehow always manage to make me lose my mind. I want to test how long I can hold it."
"Tell me what to do," I barely whisper under his daring, lustful gaze.
"Make me beg."
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A/N
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