(Just to clarify things--this is set when Nittle Grasper was just making
the charts so their company isn't NG... alright our next part and yes there
IS smut: Will Tohma be able to explain his actions to the kids and what
will become of the awkward situation?)
An hour later, Tohma was picking the dried noodles off the floor with a new--and larger--batch boiling in the oven. He glanced up to the living room connector where Suguru sat on the floor with Ryuichi and K, banging his hands against the toy keyboard as Ryuichi made Kumagoro dance and sing. Eiri was sitting on the kitchen's island, curled on his side with the new book but glancing up mischievously every few pages.
"Hey Seguchi-san?" he smiled with an impish grin. "You coulda told us if you wanted some 'alone time'." Tohma rolled his eyes and smiled with the last bit of spoiled noodles tossed into the trash can.
"Shouldn't you be in the other room?" Eiri shook his blonde bangs, jerking his head toward Ryuichi and K.
"I don't like to play with children."
"You need to lighten up," Tohma said with a laugh, ruffling up the blonde boy's hair. "If you don't, you'll be like your older sister." Eiri shivered.
"She was a lot nicer before father said she had to find a suitor." The timer went off and Tohma strained the noodles, dividing them into five plates. Eiri leapt off the table, taking two plates as he help set the table.
"Food's ready," Eiri called. By this point, Suguru was riding on around on K's shoulders and Ryuichi was crawling behind them with Kumagoro on his head.
"OOOH FOOD! Race you Na-no-da!"
"AND THEY'RE OFF!" K announced loudly in English as they barreled through the living room and to the dining room, K beating Ryuichi after Ryuichi fell on his face.
"Ooh, Suguru, Kumagoro says you're much better jockey than he is!" Ryuichi said, a gleam in his eyes. Suguru laughed and crawled up to his seat with Mister K snagging a seat between him and Eiri, who had taken Tohma's seat at the head of the table. Tohma and Ryuichi smiled at each other as they slipped into the two chairs next to each other by the side.
"Did you have fun before dinner, Suguru?" Tohma asked, watching through the corner of his eyes as Ryuichi dauntingly wrapped pasta around his fork and toyed his tongue around it. He wasn't aware of Suguru's unusually excited replies as Ryuichi repeated the movement, flicking his tongue over the next bite. Tohma closed his eyes and opened them again, smiling brightly at his cousin before he cleared his throat, "Hey Eiri, Mister K is American--if you have any questions about New York now's the time to ask."
"Is it really as nice as what Seguchi-san tells me?" Eiri asked eagerly. Mister K smiled and began to elaborate stories of the country's greatness while Tohma turned his attention to Ryuichi. He picked up a steamed piece of broccoli and touched it to his tongue, closing his eyes as he swallowed. Sure enough, Tohma felt Ryuichi's hand snake up his knee underneath the table and seize Tohma's. With each bite of food they took, they rubbed their fingers together, Ryuichi sometimes dancing the pads of his finger tips over the palm of Tohma's and Tohma closing his hand over Ryuichi's. It was times like this that Tohma didn't seem so small and frail--his long fingers were hard and firm from years of playing.
Ryuichi lifted his head and jolted back into the conversation as he said, "the only problem with New York is that it smells."
"No more than Tokyo!" K counter attacked. Ryuichi smirked and winked at Eiri. By the end of the table, Suguru yawned.
"Seguchi-san, may I be excused?" he asked sleepily. Tohma nodded his head and reluctantly let go of Ryuichi's hand.
"Here, I'll bring you to bed," he said, looking back at Ryuichi. Ryuichi smiled and jumped up from the table.
"Kuma and I will wash dishes since K's telling Eiri scary stories."
"That's not a scary story," K said with a snort. "If people want scary stories they can hear about the first time I met my wife."
"Oh no!" Ryuichi exclaimed, "Kumagoro said Judy gave him nightmares for weeks!"
"I want to hear," Eiri piped up eagerly. K put a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Up to your room--the only good stories are the slumber party ones. I'll get a sleeping bag."
"Tohma doesn't have any sleeping bags," Eiri commented.
"No worry, in the van." As K left the room, Eiri shook his head.
"Man, those Americans are weird... hey, Sakuma-san?"
"Yeah?"
"What's it like, kissing a boy?" Eiri asked in a hushed whisper. Ryuichi nearly dropped the plate he was washing. He turned his head to stifle a blush but Eiri watched him intently.
"Well... it's... it's just nice. Same as a girl really."
"But kissing Seguchi-san?" Eiri asked again, leaning forward eagerly. Ryuichi raised an eyebrow.
"Why so important? Is he on your hit list?" he teased. Eiri blushed and turned away.
"Of course not! It's just he's... he's..."
"Tall?" Ryuichi offered. Eiri doubled over as he laughed with glee, only barely able to keep composure as K marched back in wearing an superman tee-shirt and blue flannel pajama bottoms, a large sleeping bag tucked under his arm.
"Alright, MARCH!!!" he said, barreling through the hall and up the stairs, Eiri jogging behind him. Ryuichi smiled and picked up Kumagoro.
"Ever had a day when you couldn't wait to get to bed?"
Tohma came back down to the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Ryuichi, kissing the back of his neck before pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "So, got any plans?" he teased, licking the back of Ryuichi's ear. The two walked up the stairs and down the corner to Tohma's room, glancing both ways before they stepped inside. Tohma clicked the deadbolt and walked toward Ryuichi who was standing next to the king sized bed. He smiled at Tohma and set Kumagoro on the countertop. As Tohma leaned forward to seize Ryuichi's lips, he pulled back.
"You gonna let Kumagoro watch like that?" he said with a pout. Tohma shook his head and grabbed a book from his shelf. Setting it open in front of the stuffed bunnies face he took off his glasses and placed them on Kumagoro's face.
"Kumagoro's spoiled--I don't just let any bunny read 'Starting a Record Label for Dummies'." Ryuichi looked up at the blonde inquisitively.
"Why would you be reading something like that?" he asked. Tohma smiled and kissed Ryuichi's forehead.
"I want to start my own label, one where you'll be treasured more than anything and we won't have to worry about losing our record deal." Ryuichi brushed Tohma's bangs away from his face.
"You'd do that... for me?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. Before Tohma could reply, Ryuichi slipped his tongue into Tohma's mouth. Tohma groaned and pushed Ryuichi back onto his bed, not breaking contact as he began to fumble with the zipper on Ryuichi's shirt. Once undone, Tohma slid his tongue underneath Ryuichi's collar bone. Ryuichi gasped and arched his back, wriggling his shoulders out of the shirt's sleeves as Tohma licked down his neck to his shoulders delicately. Ryuichi closed his eyes and knew this must be the reason why he found it so erotic when Tohma played piano. With a grunt, Ryuichi shoved Tohma over and straddled his waist, nipping down his neck to his shirt. Slowly, Ryuichi used his teeth to pull the buttons loose, each inch of skin exposed would be hit by his tongue. Tohma wriggled and writhed in bliss under Ryuichi, thrusting upwards with his hips and nearly sending Ryuichi off-balance.
Ryuichi used his hands to pry the soft fabric away from the even softer skin as he seized one of Tohma's nipples in his teeth. Tohma jerked and the bed shook, jarring Ryuichi from his hold and Tohma was back on top, kissing down his stomach as his hand ground against Ryuichi's tight pants. Ryuichi smirked and arched his back invitingly as Tohma toyed with the buttons. With the top undone, Tohma kissed the exposed skin then repeated with the next when he stopped.
"What are you wearing under these?" he asked in an excited whisper.
"Try what am I not wearing," Ryuichi replied, arching his lower back even more. Tohma eagerly undid the last two buttons and slid Ryuichi's tight pants off his body.
"You truly are a God, Ryuichi," Tohma whispered, gazing at Ryuichi's beautiful body. Ryuichi propped himself up on one elbow, seductively stroking Tohma's face.
"And you're nothing but an angel-" Ryuichi was cut off as the mouth engulfed him whole in the first sweep. Gripping the mattress for support, he closed his eyes feeling the sensation building with each pull and touch of Tohma's tongue.
"I want you inside me," Ryuichi whispered, guiding Tohma's head back up his body. Tohma kissed Ryuichi's neck as he wriggled his narrow hips out of his pants and boxers, kicking to get them off his feet. Once off, he reached into his drawer and pulled out one of the lubricated condoms when Ryuichi pushed Tohma onto the bed, straddling his back.
"Ry-Ryuichi?" Tohma asked, trembling underneath his partner. Ryuichi kissed the back of Tohma's ear.
"How many men have you been with, Tohma?"
"Just you... I... I've never done this before," Tohma said, once again trembling underneath Ryuichi. Ryuichi laughed and kissed the back of Tohma's shoulder blades.
"Oh no, you're not ready for that yet... you're about as seme as they come. I was just gonna see if you rim."
"Rim?" Tohma asked. Ryuichi kissed Tohma's cheek one last time before sliding his tongue down. The last thing Tohma remembered was the muffled scream of ecstasy as he bit into his pillow.
An hour later, Tohma was picking the dried noodles off the floor with a new--and larger--batch boiling in the oven. He glanced up to the living room connector where Suguru sat on the floor with Ryuichi and K, banging his hands against the toy keyboard as Ryuichi made Kumagoro dance and sing. Eiri was sitting on the kitchen's island, curled on his side with the new book but glancing up mischievously every few pages.
"Hey Seguchi-san?" he smiled with an impish grin. "You coulda told us if you wanted some 'alone time'." Tohma rolled his eyes and smiled with the last bit of spoiled noodles tossed into the trash can.
"Shouldn't you be in the other room?" Eiri shook his blonde bangs, jerking his head toward Ryuichi and K.
"I don't like to play with children."
"You need to lighten up," Tohma said with a laugh, ruffling up the blonde boy's hair. "If you don't, you'll be like your older sister." Eiri shivered.
"She was a lot nicer before father said she had to find a suitor." The timer went off and Tohma strained the noodles, dividing them into five plates. Eiri leapt off the table, taking two plates as he help set the table.
"Food's ready," Eiri called. By this point, Suguru was riding on around on K's shoulders and Ryuichi was crawling behind them with Kumagoro on his head.
"OOOH FOOD! Race you Na-no-da!"
"AND THEY'RE OFF!" K announced loudly in English as they barreled through the living room and to the dining room, K beating Ryuichi after Ryuichi fell on his face.
"Ooh, Suguru, Kumagoro says you're much better jockey than he is!" Ryuichi said, a gleam in his eyes. Suguru laughed and crawled up to his seat with Mister K snagging a seat between him and Eiri, who had taken Tohma's seat at the head of the table. Tohma and Ryuichi smiled at each other as they slipped into the two chairs next to each other by the side.
"Did you have fun before dinner, Suguru?" Tohma asked, watching through the corner of his eyes as Ryuichi dauntingly wrapped pasta around his fork and toyed his tongue around it. He wasn't aware of Suguru's unusually excited replies as Ryuichi repeated the movement, flicking his tongue over the next bite. Tohma closed his eyes and opened them again, smiling brightly at his cousin before he cleared his throat, "Hey Eiri, Mister K is American--if you have any questions about New York now's the time to ask."
"Is it really as nice as what Seguchi-san tells me?" Eiri asked eagerly. Mister K smiled and began to elaborate stories of the country's greatness while Tohma turned his attention to Ryuichi. He picked up a steamed piece of broccoli and touched it to his tongue, closing his eyes as he swallowed. Sure enough, Tohma felt Ryuichi's hand snake up his knee underneath the table and seize Tohma's. With each bite of food they took, they rubbed their fingers together, Ryuichi sometimes dancing the pads of his finger tips over the palm of Tohma's and Tohma closing his hand over Ryuichi's. It was times like this that Tohma didn't seem so small and frail--his long fingers were hard and firm from years of playing.
Ryuichi lifted his head and jolted back into the conversation as he said, "the only problem with New York is that it smells."
"No more than Tokyo!" K counter attacked. Ryuichi smirked and winked at Eiri. By the end of the table, Suguru yawned.
"Seguchi-san, may I be excused?" he asked sleepily. Tohma nodded his head and reluctantly let go of Ryuichi's hand.
"Here, I'll bring you to bed," he said, looking back at Ryuichi. Ryuichi smiled and jumped up from the table.
"Kuma and I will wash dishes since K's telling Eiri scary stories."
"That's not a scary story," K said with a snort. "If people want scary stories they can hear about the first time I met my wife."
"Oh no!" Ryuichi exclaimed, "Kumagoro said Judy gave him nightmares for weeks!"
"I want to hear," Eiri piped up eagerly. K put a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Up to your room--the only good stories are the slumber party ones. I'll get a sleeping bag."
"Tohma doesn't have any sleeping bags," Eiri commented.
"No worry, in the van." As K left the room, Eiri shook his head.
"Man, those Americans are weird... hey, Sakuma-san?"
"Yeah?"
"What's it like, kissing a boy?" Eiri asked in a hushed whisper. Ryuichi nearly dropped the plate he was washing. He turned his head to stifle a blush but Eiri watched him intently.
"Well... it's... it's just nice. Same as a girl really."
"But kissing Seguchi-san?" Eiri asked again, leaning forward eagerly. Ryuichi raised an eyebrow.
"Why so important? Is he on your hit list?" he teased. Eiri blushed and turned away.
"Of course not! It's just he's... he's..."
"Tall?" Ryuichi offered. Eiri doubled over as he laughed with glee, only barely able to keep composure as K marched back in wearing an superman tee-shirt and blue flannel pajama bottoms, a large sleeping bag tucked under his arm.
"Alright, MARCH!!!" he said, barreling through the hall and up the stairs, Eiri jogging behind him. Ryuichi smiled and picked up Kumagoro.
"Ever had a day when you couldn't wait to get to bed?"
Tohma came back down to the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Ryuichi, kissing the back of his neck before pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "So, got any plans?" he teased, licking the back of Ryuichi's ear. The two walked up the stairs and down the corner to Tohma's room, glancing both ways before they stepped inside. Tohma clicked the deadbolt and walked toward Ryuichi who was standing next to the king sized bed. He smiled at Tohma and set Kumagoro on the countertop. As Tohma leaned forward to seize Ryuichi's lips, he pulled back.
"You gonna let Kumagoro watch like that?" he said with a pout. Tohma shook his head and grabbed a book from his shelf. Setting it open in front of the stuffed bunnies face he took off his glasses and placed them on Kumagoro's face.
"Kumagoro's spoiled--I don't just let any bunny read 'Starting a Record Label for Dummies'." Ryuichi looked up at the blonde inquisitively.
"Why would you be reading something like that?" he asked. Tohma smiled and kissed Ryuichi's forehead.
"I want to start my own label, one where you'll be treasured more than anything and we won't have to worry about losing our record deal." Ryuichi brushed Tohma's bangs away from his face.
"You'd do that... for me?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. Before Tohma could reply, Ryuichi slipped his tongue into Tohma's mouth. Tohma groaned and pushed Ryuichi back onto his bed, not breaking contact as he began to fumble with the zipper on Ryuichi's shirt. Once undone, Tohma slid his tongue underneath Ryuichi's collar bone. Ryuichi gasped and arched his back, wriggling his shoulders out of the shirt's sleeves as Tohma licked down his neck to his shoulders delicately. Ryuichi closed his eyes and knew this must be the reason why he found it so erotic when Tohma played piano. With a grunt, Ryuichi shoved Tohma over and straddled his waist, nipping down his neck to his shirt. Slowly, Ryuichi used his teeth to pull the buttons loose, each inch of skin exposed would be hit by his tongue. Tohma wriggled and writhed in bliss under Ryuichi, thrusting upwards with his hips and nearly sending Ryuichi off-balance.
Ryuichi used his hands to pry the soft fabric away from the even softer skin as he seized one of Tohma's nipples in his teeth. Tohma jerked and the bed shook, jarring Ryuichi from his hold and Tohma was back on top, kissing down his stomach as his hand ground against Ryuichi's tight pants. Ryuichi smirked and arched his back invitingly as Tohma toyed with the buttons. With the top undone, Tohma kissed the exposed skin then repeated with the next when he stopped.
"What are you wearing under these?" he asked in an excited whisper.
"Try what am I not wearing," Ryuichi replied, arching his lower back even more. Tohma eagerly undid the last two buttons and slid Ryuichi's tight pants off his body.
"You truly are a God, Ryuichi," Tohma whispered, gazing at Ryuichi's beautiful body. Ryuichi propped himself up on one elbow, seductively stroking Tohma's face.
"And you're nothing but an angel-" Ryuichi was cut off as the mouth engulfed him whole in the first sweep. Gripping the mattress for support, he closed his eyes feeling the sensation building with each pull and touch of Tohma's tongue.
"I want you inside me," Ryuichi whispered, guiding Tohma's head back up his body. Tohma kissed Ryuichi's neck as he wriggled his narrow hips out of his pants and boxers, kicking to get them off his feet. Once off, he reached into his drawer and pulled out one of the lubricated condoms when Ryuichi pushed Tohma onto the bed, straddling his back.
"Ry-Ryuichi?" Tohma asked, trembling underneath his partner. Ryuichi kissed the back of Tohma's ear.
"How many men have you been with, Tohma?"
"Just you... I... I've never done this before," Tohma said, once again trembling underneath Ryuichi. Ryuichi laughed and kissed the back of Tohma's shoulder blades.
"Oh no, you're not ready for that yet... you're about as seme as they come. I was just gonna see if you rim."
"Rim?" Tohma asked. Ryuichi kissed Tohma's cheek one last time before sliding his tongue down. The last thing Tohma remembered was the muffled scream of ecstasy as he bit into his pillow.