The Art Project

AUTHOR\'S NOTE: WHOA. Thank you SO much for the reviews! I love love love you guys! You are all awesome!



I\'m saying "whoa" in thanks, and also because I just finished writing this chapter, chapter six. Holy guacamole, I haven\'t written anything quite like it. It leaves me sizzling with energy. Sorry I took so long to update! I hope to update quicker next chapter.*



*They WILL do it! Gah! Just...next chapter. Sorry to make this fic so damn long!



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THE ART PROJECT



Chapter Six



by lordoberon







Soubi smiled, and seeing that smile reassured Ritsuka. He pressed his cold fingers against Soubi\'s chest again, and then just let them wander. Slowly they crept down to Soubi\'s belly, and then up the sides, and then around to Soubi\'s back. Ritsuka realized, he wanted that shirt off. It was in the way. He grabbed the hem of Soubi\'s shirt, and instinctively the man seemed to know what to do.



Ritsuka pulled the shirt off Soubi and then let it drop down onto the floor. Before Soubi could lower his arms again Ritsuka said, "Wait, wait. Keep them up like that. Except, maybe..."



He frowned in thought, muttering, "How was it in the drawing books..." When he looked back up, that smirk was on Soubi\'s face again, the stretched out funny one that meant he was trying not to laugh.



"Soubi! You\'re laughing at me again! Stop it!"



A stifled, gasping sort of laugh tumbled from Soubi\'s lips but he quickly swallowed it back again. Ritsuka wanted to laugh, a little, but he also wanted Soubi to take him seriously. He grabbed Soubi\'s arms from their continued pose above Soubi\'s head and said, "Nevermind that."



To wipe the smirk off Soubi\'s face, Ritsuka leant again, and this time he rolled his tongue over and around Soubi\'s nipples. Again and again his tongue swiped over, until the nubs were hard and pink. Ritsuka sunk more down in Soubi\'s lap, adjusting, grounding himself. He began to suck the nipples a little, and nibble with his teeth. But he had heard the groan that escaped Soubi\'s lips when he lowered into Soubi\'s lap. It was a tortured, needy sort of sound, and Ritsuka found that he liked it. It made his heart beat faster and it made him feel that buzzing dizziness again, warm and light in his stomach, in his abdomen, and further south to his cock.



Ritsuka sat up, and this time his mouth went to Soubi\'s ear. Gently at first, his tongue wandered over the lobe, sucking at the silver hoops embedded in the soft flesh. When he let his mouth fall below, to a spot just below Soubi\'s ear, the man suddenly seized up.



Immediately nervousness spilled through Ritsuka and he felt his muscles bunch and tense. He tried to stop the trembling in his voice and body as he asked, "Soubi, is something wrong?"



The man\'s voice was soft and husky. It was quiet and whispery, as if Soubi was overwhelmed by...by Ritsuka? Ritsuka was confused. Why couldn\'t things just be more straightforward and make more sense? How was he supposed to read Soubi?



"No, Ritsuka...nothing\'s wrong. It\'s...you\'re...it\'s good. I like it. Keep going."



So Ritsuka kept going. He found that this spot below Soubi\'s ear was a special spot that Soubi especially liked, for when he sucked at it, sucked at it hard until it was red, Soubi\'s breath was ragged and soft moans came from him. At the same time, Ritsuka was slowly moving against Soubi, pushing down in Soubi\'s lap and then rising up again. He realized they both liked it more when he moved faster; Soubi\'s fingers were pressed hard against his back, leaving Ritsuka feeling wanted and needed.



Finally, Ritsuka was too curious. He wanted more of...he blushed at the thought. The hard length beneath his bottom, pressing up at him, it made him curious. He had missed his chance to explore Soubi that earlier time, and wanted to get the chance this time.



Gingerly, he lifted his body off of Soubi\'s and rolled to sit next to the man on the couch. Then he reached a hand out and placed it on Soubi\'s thigh. When he cracked an eye open to look at Soubi\'s reaction, he was surprised. Soubi wasn\'t laughing, but eyeing Ritsuka\'s hand curiously, with a glint of eagerness in his gaze. Ritsuka blushed at that look and almost took his hand away, but willed himself to not let it do that.



He resisted the urge to close his eyes, and instead kept them wide open. He bit his lip in determination and swept his hand up to Soubi\'s belt in one quick move. He could feel the soft hairs of Soubi\'s stomach as his fingers worked to get the belt open. He realized the angle was awkward, and moved to kneel on the floor between Soubi\'s legs.



The man seemed disgruntled at that, and said, "How about...like this?"



Soubi lifted his legs up onto the couch, and Ritsuka sat captivated for a moment by the sheen of Soubi\'s pale hair as the man lay down on the couch. Those pale strands fell in a wave down the curve of the couch arm. Ritsuka reached out and slid his fingers through it a moment, sighing in contentment at their silkiness. Then, Soubi\'s gentle fingers wrapped around his wrists, and he let Soubi position him. When Soubi was done, he found he was on the couch, kneeling again, with Soubi\'s knees held wide apart, and Ritsuka\'s hands once more on Soubi\'s belt.



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Soubi\'s POV

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Soubi had not wanted to have Ritsuka between his legs like that, on the floor. It was uncomfortable, and Ritsuka was the Sacrifice, the Master; he did not deserve to be on the floor. Soubi didn\'t know what Ritsuka planned to do, but whatever it was, he did not want Ritsuka on the floor for it.



Soubi was amazed at how magnificently arousing Ritsuka was. There was something nice about that mix of shyness and bravery. Soubi liked it. Ritsuka was in control, but occasionally that adorable flush would cover his cheeks, the one that always made Soubi want to ravish him on the spot. Soubi had never felt so endeared to anyone before. He hadn\'t known that something sexual could be mixed with these other feelings - amusement, curiousity, and tenderness. Ritsuka made him feel all of these.



That body was heated and squirming as Ritsuka slowly undid the clasp of Soubi\'s belt. Soubi resisted the urge to laugh whenever Ritsuka squirmed, because it was so adorable.



With a swissshh sound, Ritsuka slid the belt out of all the loops, and let it drop to the floor by Soubi\'s shirt. The boy\'s eyes looked up at Soubi, asking, can I do this? Soubi nodded. Of course Ritsuka could do this. He wanted Ritsuka to do this. He had wanted Ritsuka to take off his clothes for years. The fact that Ritsuka was voluntarily taking them off instead of Soubi taking them off FOR Ritsuka made it all even better. Not that Soubi had let his mind wander off into fantasy very much...it made it harder to sustain his self-discipline.



Those small fingers wrapped around the waistband of Soubi\'s jeans, and slowly pulled. Soubi moved a little, easing his hips up and stretching out his legs, to make it easier for Ritsuka. For a moment, Ritsuka\'s eyes wandered over Soubi, taking over his entire form. Then he gently put his fingers, one by one, on Soubi\'s thigh, every digit out of ten escalating Soubi\'s loss of composure. By the time Ritsuka had his whole hands down, Soubi moaned a little in anticipation. This made Ritsuka look up and give a proud little grin.



Without hesitance, Ritsuka moved his right hand, sliding it up. He seemed to think that if he lifted his hand up, he would lose his confidence, and not be able to touch Soubi THERE. THERE. The "it" spot, like some sort of danger zone where if you stayed there too long your toes would be burnt by the coals. Soubi laughed at the thought, and Ritsuka looked up



"Soubi..." The voice was accusatory. "You\'re laughing at me again."



Soubi shook his head, "You\'re doing nothing wrong. If you mind it so much, punish me for it." He had to admit, he was being a bit insubordinate in saying it. He was practically CHALLENGING Ritsuka to punish him.



The boy got a determined look. "I will, Soubi. Just you wait."



Ritsuka probably didn\'t know it, but the sensation of his hand sliding up Soubi\'s legs was driving Soubi crazy. It made his muscles tense in waiting. Finally, that small hand slid over the bulging tent. Ritsuka pressed his palm down a little, curious, and Soubi groaned. That touch was perfect. He didn\'t realize how much he had wanted it until now.



Adam\'s apple leaping, Ritsuka slowly curled his fingers around Soubi\'s member, and then began to rub his thumb up and down. He rubbed a little harder when he looked at Soubi, Soubi noticed. The man had thrown his head back against a couch pillow, panting, but he kept his eyes open to watch Ritsuka. The boy\'s eyes were wide, his mouth open, little breaths heaving that small chest, the nipples hard. And Soubi could see in Ritsuka\'s trousers another case of zealousness.



That small hand moved down, fingers unintentionally tickling the underside, making a whimper sound escape Soubi\'s lips. Fingertips swept over the balls and then up and around again, and once to graze the tip. Then Ritsuka seemed satisfied in his explorations.



But then, to Soubi\'s surprise, Ritsuka continued, until he had Soubi lying before him, completely naked.



Fingers searching for something to hold onto, Soubi met the pull of Ritsuka\'s gaze and stared up into those deep purple eyes. That small, pink tongue slid out to roll over Ritsuka\'s lips. A shiver ran through Soubi in response.



"Soubi...you\'re beautiful. I wish someone would draw you, Soubi."



Soubi laughed. "I can give you drawing lessons if you like, Ritsuka, so you can do it yourself."



The boy shook his head. "Nah," his nose wrinkled in distaste, "I don\'t have the patience."



Then, Ritsuka put a hand on Soubi\'s right thigh. Soubi felt his breath hitch as that hand got closer and closer, and then when those fingers ever so softly stroked through the hairs above his cock, he let out his breath in a whoosh. He didn\'t think he had ever felt so good before as in this moment; the pleasure flushed his body and made him gasp.



Soubi\'s every particle was focused on the sensation of Ritsuka\'s fingers. He could smell the sweat on the boy, and that smell of pinewood that Ritsuka liked in his shampoo. The boy\'s fingers were clammy and warm as they wrapped around Soubi\'s cock. "S-Soubi...your skin...here...is so hot..."



Soubi could only nod his head as those finger slid their grip up and down his length. The thumb, that adventurous little thumb, pressed at his balls a moment, before moving down to swipe droplets of precome from the head of Soubi\'s cock. Soubi watched as that thumb slid through those parted lips, and Ritsuka took a taste. He groaned at the sight of that tongue and those lips and what they were doing. God! He wanted that mouth on every part of him, Ritsuka and that ridiculously pouty, kissable mouth.



"I want to try this..." Ritsuka whispered, a flush on his cheeks. Slowly, he head leant down, and for a moment his lips just brushed against Soubi\'s cock, making the man tremble. Experimentally, his shaky hands on Soubi\'s thighs, Ritsuka kissed up and down until he felt comfortable. Then, slowly, he began to lick. It began with a tiny lick, just the tip of the tongue soft, wet, warm against Soubi\'s flesh.



Like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk, Ritsuka licked around and around, flushing more as Soubi\'s cock burgeoned and became erect. Eventually, Ritsuka had one hand in a fist at the base of Soubi\'s cock, and his licks become more long and curious, his tongue wetting Soubi\'s cock again and again.



The boy groaned a tortured sound as he licked harder. Soubi was making his own sounds, and Ritsuka\'s free hand was surprisingly strong and insistent against his hip as Ritsuka pressed to stop Soubi\'s hips from leaping upwards.



When the precome was sliding down Soubi\'s cock, thick and pooling onto Ritsuka\'s right hand around the base of soubi\'s cock, Ritsuka\'s mouth followed it. He licked it up, slow short gulps and soft "mmm"s of pleasure. He knew he was doing well, because Soubi was moaning and gasping Ritsuka\'s name. Occasionally, Soubi reached out a hand to stroke Ritsuka\'s ears, which only urged the boy on to braver exploits.



When the precome was all licked up, Ritsuka\'s tongue slid down to lick over Soubi\'s balls, and at this exciting touch Soubi\'s whole body leapt in reaction.





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Ritsuka\'s POV

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Ritsuka was surprised that he hadn\'t done anything...wrong...yet. But he realized, this was not a math problem. This was something powerful, and it had to do with his connection and attachment to Soubi.



He had never known that he could do something like this, but apparently he could, and apparently Soubi liked it. To have those sounds come from the man who was so good at self control, due to Ritsuka\'s ministrations, made Ritsuka proud of himself. Every sound of Soubi\'s made Ritsuka\'s ears swivel in attention, and his own arousal in his trousers was begging him, begging him, but Ritsuka wanted to explore Soubi thoroughly.



When Soubi\'s whole body leapt up, Ritsuka remembered when Soubi\'s fingers had reached back to his bottom. He remembered that feeling he had gotten...as if his body knew of something his mind could not comprehend. An idea, perhaps a realization, dawned on Ritsuka. He ran with this idea. He slid his hands beneath Soubi, and rolled the man\'s hips. Soubi got the idea. His legs lifted into the air, and he rolled his body inward, so that Ritsuka could gain access.



Ritsuka, at every moment before something new, wondered, should I really do this? Is this a good idea? But then, Soubi would make those sounds...and he knew this was good, it FELT so good, how could it not be right? By this point, he felt confident and so eager to continue. Nothing had ever made him feel like this. He felt powerful, and eager, and needy, and he knew that Soubi would fulfill these needs.



Slowly, tentatively, squashing the urge to stop because he was scared, Ritsuka pressed his tongue into Soubi\'s entrance, and then deeper. When he began to lick, and lap again and again, Soubi groaned, and then gave a soft whimper. He gasped, "Ritsuka," and his tonge was urgent, and needy. Ritsuka followed the feeling that the man\'s body gave him, and allowed those hips to slide down, and the legs to resume their resting on the couch. He realized, then, that Soubi was giving him the chance to do what Soubi had done with him - to finish it with his mouth on Soubi\'s hard cock.



Ritsuka thought about it, and then nodded agreement. He grinned as he stared at Soubi, who had his body stretched out and eyes closed in bliss. Then Ritsuka lowered his mouth onto the head of Soubi\'s cock, and began to suck. Harder and harder he sucked, until he had Soubi shouting and squirming. When his fingernails dug into Soubi\'s thighs, the man groaned, and Ritsuka knew, this was it. He felt a moment of apprehension. What to do now, at this very moment? He continued to suck, his tongue pressing against the swollen head, mouth wrapped around it. It felt good in his mouth, hard and hot. Soubi\'s thrusts were powerful, but not too much that Ritsuka could not handle it. Then those hips rose up, and Soubi came. Ritsuka watched as it spilled out, and dared to take a few swallows of the cream, to find it was salty and made him cough a bit.



Soubi collapsed back down onto the couch, and Ritsuka slowly squirmed his way in so he was lying on Soubi. The man petted Ritsuka\'s hair, and said softly, "Ritsuka, your fears were unreasoned. You are wonderful."



Ritsuka giggled, embarassed. "Th-thanks, Soubi."



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AUTHOR\'S NOTE: Thanks SO much for reading! I hope Soubi isn\'t OOC. More coming hopefully soon! :D I made this chapter extra long to make up for my lax updating, haha. Again, thanks for reading. Please review!