Trust.

Title: Trust
Author: IceAngel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Warnings: lemon, use of a gun, handcuffs
Summary: ‘Wrists strain against the silver cuffs as Ryo shifts, trying to find a comfortable position while lying on restrained arms…’
A/N: This was written for LJ’s community Springkink, for the anon meme.

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Wrists strain against the silver cuffs as Ryo shifts, trying to find a comfortable position while lying on restrained arms.

Breaths come in wide open mouthed pants as he watches Dee slowly walk around the foot of the bed. And Ryo swears he feels like he’s being inspected like a ribbon winning livestock. He can feel the green eyes of his partner drag over him, lingering in certain spots longer then others. And it does nothing to calm his growing lust as he feels cheeks flush a vivid crimson. Eyes fall to half lidded as Ryo shifts his hips again, wantonly, begging for something more then just looks.

Already, without barely any touches, his cock was throbbing, pre-come glistening on the tip. Moaning Ryo rolled to the side, his leg rubbing himself, hips shaking at the light touches. Touches that drove him insane.

Hands roughly grab at his hips- pulling him away from the delicious touches. A whimpering cry breaks from the blond’s parched lips as he is drug away.

As a mouth descends on him- engulfing him in the moist warmth- another strangled cry breaks from the man’s mouth.

If he raises his head just right, twisting slightly to the left, he can see his lover’s dark hair bobbing. It is almost enough to send him over the edge, let alone how Dee sucks harshly only to pull away and lightly, teasingly, lick along the underside. Only to such harshly again.

Ryo’s lost in the lust, his mind swimming and drowning in it, as he pants harshly a whimper attached to each pant. He’s so lost- so drowning- that it takes him a couple seconds before he realizes that the mouth is gone.

Beside him he feels the bed dip from added weight as he struggles to clear his muddled mind. He listens- while turning to the sound- to the bedside table and his heart skips a beat at what he sees as Dee straightens, making himself comfortable in between Ryo’s quivering legs.

Carelessly Dee drops the bottle of lube onto the blankets as he lets his empty hand lightly caress the beautiful chest of his lover. Muscles quiver as he traces them before letting his nails retrace what light fingers just touched.

Ryo arches at the touches, his back bending sharply and cuffed hands fisting what he can reach of the blanket under him. Eyes blur as he tries to beg, mouth forming words that his throat just cannot voice.

Smirking Dee senses what his blond lover wants as he leans down, his lips a breath away from the panting ones under him. “More,” he whispers huskily, “do you want more?”

Ryo nods frantically, sweaty locks sticking and framing his face as he tries again to find his voice. “M-m-more. I need more,” he pants out, voice shaky.

A quick kiss steals away Ryo’s breath for a second as he feels a demanding tongue wrap around his greedily before he pulls away, teeth nipping lightly at Ryo’s lower lip before he straightens again.

Cold metal touches his warmed flesh and Ryo jumps at the contrast. Swallowing harshly he looks down to see the barrel of a gun (he can only assume it is Dee’s) press against the hallow of his throat, and a breathy moan falls from his lips as he thrusts his hips up again.

‘More’ his eyes plead silently into the deep green above him.

Ryo cries out as he feels the quickly warming metal slowly, teasingly slowly, slide down his chest. Lips, teeth and tongue follow the path of the gun as Dee nips and kisses down his lover.

Arching Ryo thrusts as he feels the gun slide along his flat stomach, moans escaping as he feels teeth scrape along the muscles of his stomach. He can feel the metal disappear and Ryo wants to cry out at the loss. Gasping he tries to force himself back from the pleasured haze long enough to voice complaints.

Dee sets the gun down as he grabs the lube, quickly coating his fingers- no need for prolonging anything. They both are more then ready to continue and teasing will only hurt him as well. Tossing the tube away from him (he really does not care where it is right now) Dee grabs the gun with his free hand as he leans back down to the straining erection before him.

Ryo finds his voice as he cries out as he feels the mouth engulf him again. The mouth he loves so much. Teeth dig harshly into his lip, making indents as he thrusts his hips up begging for more. A plea that is answered as Ryo feels the cooled metal start to trace lazy patterns on his inner thigh.

Slickened fingers push inside, one at a time, and stroke the blond while stretching him. As a second finger enters, scissoring and thrusting harshly, Ryo cries out his back arching as he feels Dee lightly brush against the bundle of nerves that sends shockwaves through his entire body.

“M-more!” Ryo cries out hoarsely as he rolls his hips, pushing his erection deep down Dee’s throat.

Dee pulls away, coughing slightly before he slides the warmed metal along his thigh and towards his straining, glistening erection.

A third finger enters and Dee twists his fingers, bending at the joint just enough to slam into that special spot, watching as Ryo cries out, his hips arching- sliding against the barrel of the gun; pre-come glistens on the barrel, slickening the metal just enough for Ryo to arch and beg for more.

“Oh…god!” He cries while thrusting his hips, trying to feel more. “Dee, don’t tease me! I want you.” He cries before moaning.

That’s all he can take, as Dee tosses the gun beside him and pulls his fingers out (barely listening to Ryo’s light protest at the loss). Lining up he thrusts in quickly, burring himself completely in one thrust. Ryo cries out as he wraps a leg around Dee’s hips, pushing his lover closer…deeper inside.

“So tight. So delicious.”

And Dee has to wait a second- his breaths coming out in shaky puffs- as he tries his hardest to keep from coming too soon. The feel. The way Ryo’s body clamps around him is too exquisite, too beautiful for him to last much longer.

An impatient roll of Ryo’s hips sets the ball moving as Dee pulls out before snapping his hips back again. Grabbing the blond Dee carefully brings him up into his lap, adjusting his position before setting Ryo completely in his lap.

It takes a couple sloppy thrusts before Dee can get Ryo positioned correctly and a good pace set. The blond rolls his hips, as he feels his body shake and slide along Dee’s muscular form; whimpers escaping as he feels his erection sandwiched between the two.

If Dee lies his head just right on Ryo’s sweat shoulder, he can see the metal cuffs that securely hold his hands behind him, force Ryo to rely completely on Dee for any and all pleasure. Teeth graze his lover’s neck as he feels his end come.

Ryo arches and screams a broken cry (the sound that is exclusively his) as he comes harshly, his seed covering his and Dee’s stomachs. As the already tight passage tightens Dee can feel his end brought up sharply, suddenly. With a shaky last deep thrust Dee whimpers his lover’s name, nails digging into Ryo’s back, as he comes harshly, filling Ryo.

Carefully, as he feels his heart calm and breaths slow, Dee pulls out before lying his sated lover back on the blankets. Ryo rolls over to his side, to where Dee is lying with an arm thrown casually over his eyes, and lightly kisses the muscular arm. Lips ghosting the perfect flesh.

Dee smiles as he pulls his arm away, reaching over to grab his lover and bring him into a wonderful, deep, passionate kiss.

Pulling away Ryo raises an eyebrow at the other man, mouth spilling into a crooked smile. “Before you sleep, uncuff me. I rather not have a repeat of last time.”

Dee can only smile sheepishly as he pushes his tired body upright and hangs haphazardly (and a little too heavily for the blond) over Ryo while reaching for the keys for the cuffs. Last time, he had passed out soon afterwards and had left a rather disgruntled Ryo cuffed for most of the night. A mistake that he had learned to never make again.

Hands finally free Ryo lightly rubs his wrists, where he swears he can see light marks, before wrapping arms around his lover, head resting lightly above Dee’s heart. “Love you.” He whispers while closing his eyes.

A light kiss to the top of his head is his answer as Ryo drifts off to sleep.