A glance outside proves what Ryuusuke's suspected for a few minutes. It's snowing. Not just any snow, either. There is a veritable blizzard going on, buffeting the house with wind and rattling the windows, piling snow in huge drifts outside. In the winter darkness, he can't see a thing outside; he only knows that there's too much snow to go anywhere directly after eating. Which is just as well, probably, since Akechi-sensei is an awesome cook, and he'll be too full to move for a few minutes. He always ends up eating too much. If Akechi-sensei's place were a restaurant, he'd need a box.

"Oh, dear," Akechi-sensei murmurs, dabbing delicately at his mouth with a napkin. "I don't think you should be going anywhere after dinner, Kobayashi-kun." He smiles at Ryuusuke, and it's all the boy can do not to blush. Sure, he's had unbidden dirty thoughts about Akechi-sensei before, but not like this. Not when he has the real opportunity to act on them.

"I don't think so, either," Ryuusuke agrees. His voice sounds foreign to him. He clears his throat loudly, pounding on his chest.

"Are you all right?" Akechi-sensei's smile turns to mild concern.

"Yeah," grunts Ryuusuke.

Great, great. Now he'll be having recurring, detailed wet dreams involving a certain school doctor for months to come. It's happened before, and it'll happen again. The thought kind of frightens Ryuusuke. His confidence seems to slip away from him and he goes back to eating Christmas dinner, even though he's already getting full, and too much food - no matter how good it tastes now - isn't going to make for fun later on. It won't taste good coming back up. Akechi-sensei says something to him, something that he can't hear because he's trying his hardest to act normal. Normal Ryuusuke would eat loads and loads without speaking except to comment on the food. Normal Ryuusuke would ignore any naughty thoughts of his school doctor.

"Huh?" Ryuusuke - the not normal Ryuusuke, that is - asks. "Sorry, I didn't hear you."

"I said, are you enjoying yourself?"

Ryuusuke looks up at the school doctor and chokes on his current mouthful. Akechi-sensei is already on his dessert, and he is licking whipped cream off his index finger. Very suggestively, Ryuusuke's subconscious adds. Shaking his head, the incredibly turned on teenager does his best to look back at his plate. "Y-Yeah. You really are a great cook, Akechi-sensei." That was possibly the lamest response he's ever given to a question. He isn't winning points here.

Ryuusuke decides that eventually, he needs to work on his flirtation techniques, preferably with Akechi-sensei as his unsuspecting target.

For the time being, he needs to work on keeping his eyes well away from Akechi-sensei, who's so busy licking his fingers that he doesn't appear to notice Ryuusuke's discomfort. Or maybe he does. Maybe, somehow, he's got something on his mind that relates to Ryuusuke's wildest fantasies of him. Blushing furiously, Ryuusuke begins to eat again at top speed. "I hope this blizzard stops soon," he comments. He has to infuse some sort of normalcy into the situation, before it gets even more out of hand.

"Oh, but I don't, Kobayashi-kun." Akechi-sensei rises from his chair and stalks over to Ryuusuke's side of the table. "In fact, I would prefer that it last all night long."

Is it just Ryuusuke's overactive imagination, or does he put an emphasis on "long?" Ryuusuke gulps and eyes the doctor, not sure he understands or likes the gleam in the eyes behind those scholarly glasses. This is too close to the kinds of things he dreams about. It's almost scarily identical to the images that feature in his mind as he jacks off in his room late at night. And that's enough to scare Ryuusuke close to shitless. Because he's never been in a sexual situation before, unless he counts his numerous, frequent encounters with his hand. "Sensei?" he asks.

"Yeeeeessss, Kobayashi-kun?" Akechi-sensei smiles at him. At first glance, it looks like his usual smiles, the ones that mean he is merely amused or in his perpetual good mood. Upon closer inspection, though, Ryuusuke notices a small difference, best explained as lust. He reaches out and takes hold of Ryuusuke's collar, pulling the boy up so that their mouths meet midway.

Ryuusuke isn't sure what he's supposed to do. His wildest, dearest fantasy is coming to life, unfolding as he stupidly tries to figure it out. He struggles, putting up what Akechi-sensei obviously considers nothing more than a token resistance. Akechi-sensei nibbles lightly on his lower lip, teasing it, silently demanding that he open his mouth. Ryuusuke is determined to disobey. Then Akechi-sensei's tongue touches his lips, and the doctor moves his lips slightly. Ryuusuke hears himself moan embarrassingly loud. He gives Akechi-sensei precisely the opportunity he needed. He slides his tongue into Ryuusuke's mouth.

Akechi-sensei's tongue caressing his own, brushing against every last centimeter within his hot mouth, is the sensation that nearly makes Ryuusuke want to come right then. It would ease the pounding ache in his groin. He moans, louder than before, and stands up completely. Akechi-sensei, still at a height advantage, adjusts effortlessly. He's practiced at this. Very practiced, Ryuusuke notices, and for that he is duly glad. Ryuusuke tries to moan the doctor's name, but all that results is an interesting-sounding, "Mmmmmhh, huhhuhhhmmm."

"Yes, Kobayashi-kun?" Akechi-sensei breaks the kiss and looks down at him with hungry eyes.

For someone who has been eagerly awaiting this moment with every fiber of his being - or at least the hornier, more hopelessly romantic ones - Ryuusuke has no idea what exactly he was trying to say. He wraps his arms around Akechi-sensei's neck and leans in for another kiss.

Akechi-sensei willingly obliges. Their lips meet again, this time with added force and twice the passion. Ryuusuke is moaning loudly and bucking his hips up against the good doctor, pressing his erection against Akechi-sensei's thigh. His grip around Akechi-sensei's neck tightens and he presses his tongue against Akechi-sensei's in his mouth. They twine together, sliding slick and hot as they were meant to, and then Ryuusuke takes the next step and moves his tongue into the other man's mouth. He hasn't ever done this before, and it's a little scary, but he'd never admit it. He's Kobayashi Ryuusuke, a champion of justice in his own right, and a little bit of heavy kissing and next to dry humping isn't going to make him retreat.

Then again, he's also the most persistent person on Clamp School campus, so it must come as no surprise to Akechi-sensei when his tongue begins a fierce, passionate onslaught. Ryuusuke still finds it in him, somehow, to moan at the same time. The vibrations traveling through his tongue are wonderful to Akechi-sensei, who moans a bit himself. Neither pauses; Ryuusuke is too occupied to notice that Akechi-sensei is moving him until his back hits a wall. He grunts softly, annoyed at this interruption. But he keeps kissing back.

Akechi-sensei breaks the kiss again, forcing Ryuusuke to move on with his own kisses. The teenager's lips find their way along Akechi-sensei's jaw to his ear. Ryuusuke barely hears Akechi-sensei speaking as he bites down lightly on the man's earlobe. "Kobayashi-kun, please wait."

Like he's going to listen to that when he's been waiting so long to get his hands on Akechi-sensei! Ryuusuke shakes his head a little bit, just enough so that Akechi-sensei can unmistakably tell what he thinks of that, and pulls the earlobe between his lips and sucks lightly on it, simultaneously tugging with his teeth. "Kobayashi-kun," repeats Akechi-sensei. The man is persistent, too; Ryuusuke can give him that. But he has a lot to learn about the fine art of keeping it up even when nobody else wants you to.

"What?" he finally gives in to ask. His lips are against Akechi-sensei's ear, so he's considerate enough not to snap too loudly. Rather, Ryuusuke whispers, making sure that his hot breath will tickle the doctor's ear.

Akechi-sensei shivers. That same hot breath feels cold against his wet, molested earlobe. "We need to move to the bedroom, now," he commands.

He has control of the situation again. Satisfied with this, he recaptures Ryuusuke's lips in another hot kiss. Ryuusuke vaguely notices that they're moving. He's more concerned with Akechi-sensei sucking on his tongue now. His arms tighten again, hands gripping Akechi-sensei's shoulders tightly, digging his blunt fingernails into the thin cloth of his shirt. He hears a click, and the wall behind him disappears. They enter a dark room, and Akechi-sensei - somehow; maybe he has super powers of some kind - closes the door after them, maneuvering them through yet another door to a second room. In here, Ryuusuke is officially blind when he tries to open his eyes.

His long lashes flick against Akechi-sensei's glasses, the only barrier between their two faces. He lets them stay there temporarily. Then, after a few minutes in utter blackness, Ryuusuke is tired of being unable to see where he's going, and he jerks his lips away from Akechi-sensei's talented ones. "Hey, where's the light switch?"

"We don't need a light switch yet, Kobayashi-kun," replies Akechi-sensei with a smile that Ryuusuke can't see, but can easily feel. "Be patient. After all, you're still wearing so many clothes."

Ryuusuke blushes, remembering that all they've done so far has been kiss, and yet he's unbelievably hard. Harder than he's ever been, even in all his masturbation exploits. Not even waking up after dreams of Akechi-sensei's delicious mouth on his shaft is enough to make him nearly this hard. "Uh -" he starts uncertainly. He moves his arms from around Akechi-sensei's neck, planning to unbutton his shirt.

Akechi-sensei is one step ahead of him. In the darkness, his hands find their way to the buttons and undo them with expert speed. Too soon for Ryuusuke's tastes, he feels cloth whishing against his skin and softly hitting the nearby floor. Akechi-sensei pushes his again, back against a wall. Ryuusuke is terribly disoriented, unsure where they are or what room this is. He reaches out, trying to find Akechi-sensei with his questing hands. This search proves futile, and the reason for that makes itself evident when something hot and wet touches his left nipple.

Ryuusuke bites back a scream. He never thought to touch himself there, but damn, does it feel good. Before, he didn't know that male nipples could be so sensitive, but Akechi-sensei knows this very well, and is demonstrating excellent knowledge. He teases Ryuusuke's nipples with his tongue, biting down lightly now and then. Finally, when Ryuusuke's positive that he'll come at any second, Akechi-sensei moves one of the hands that was previously splayed against his collarbone and slides it down his chest, tracing his sternum, and further. His fingers ghost over Ryuusuke's stomach, sending little jolts through his skin, making the boy moan wantonly, and down to his crotch. He finds what he's been looking for and squeezes Ryuusuke's erection. It eases the ache minimally and helps calm him down, but not very much. Not enough to keep him from groaning when Akechi-sensei begins sucking his right nipple.

"Oh," Ryuusuke manages. "O-Oh -"

Akechi-sensei smiles lightly around his nipple and moves to administer the same treatment to the other. This time, he slips his other hand down to tease the nipple he just left behind, pinching it between his thumb and index finger. Ryuusuke cries out and shifts his hips toward the doctor, seeking relief, or preferably, release. "S-Sensei, I - oh!"

With a last hard suck on Ryuusuke's left nipple, Akechi-sensei pulls away to ask softly, "You what, Kobayashi-kun?"

Ryuusuke can unconsciously tell that Akechi-sensei is smiling at him, teasing him, inviting him to answer. He blushes, although he knows that neither of them can see each other, and his embarrassment won't show palpably. "It just felt really nice," he mumbles shyly.

Akechi-sensei licks his nipple and pinches the other, and moves to kiss Ryuusuke. "I'm glad you appreciate it," he comments mildly between warm touches of lips and tongues against one another.

Unable to reply, Ryuusuke kisses back for all he's worth and whines when Akechi-sensei breaks the kiss. He doesn't have even a few seconds to wait before he feels the doctor kissing his neck, biting down lightly, but hard enough to leave a conspicuous mark. He will have hickeys tomorrow, lots of them, and hiding them from his parents will be difficult. But he doesn't care right now. All he can think of is Akechi-sensei's hot mouth and somehow even hotter tongue.

"Sensei!" he moans.

Akechi-sensei stops biting and sucking for a moment, and Ryuusuke feel his eyes watching him in the darkness. "Call me Shigetaka, Ryuusuke - may I call you that?"

Ryuusuke nods, then, remembering that Akechi-sensei is as blind in the darkness as he is, replies throatily, "Yes."

"Thank you." As though it's some great honor to say Ryuusuke's name.

Ryuusuke's mind goes blank again the instant Akechi-sensei - never mind, Shigetaka now - puts his mouth back against his neck, where he is beginning to feel it belongs. But after a few more passionate bites, he wants to return the favor. Directing the older man's face up close to him, Ryuusuke kisses him, works his lips urgently against Shigetaka's with a deep hunger he could never feel for the food he so loves. Their bodies shock against one another, pressed so close that Ryuusuke gets the fabled feeling that they're one body, one unit that's meant to be together like this. He tries to find a way to guide both of them away from the wall, and possibly to find a bed. It proves ineffective.

Akechi-sensei - dammit, Shigetaka! That won't stop slipping out - keeps returning the kiss, tongue pulling Ryuusuke's into action, and at the same time moves them through empty space in the room. Something presses against the backs of his knees and he falls back. The softness lets him identify it as a mattress. Good! They're finally on the bed.

Only he's on the bottom.

He never quite imagined things playing out this way. In the midst of kissing and pressing his tongue into Shigetaka's mouth, Ryuusuke tries to wrestle his way into the dominant position. He finds himself still, somehow, the uke. He forgets about it temporarily when their crotches grind together and Shigetaka makes his arousal evident against Ryuusuke's. Shigetaka is taking over now, unbuttoning his shirt with dexterous ease, peeling it away. Ryuusuke hears the cloth rumple to the floor somewhere in the room; he can't tell anything in this darkness. "Please wait a moment," Shigetaka murmurs in his ear.

Ryuusuke nods stupidly and allows himself to be lifted off and left alone on the bed which, as far as he can feel, seems pretty big. There is a quick scrape of short fingernails against the wall, and then what seems like a veritable flood of pale silvery light. The waxing moon outside is visible through the opened curtains. He can see Shigetaka properly now. He is wearing too many clothes. Once Shigetaka is climbing back onto the bed to join him, Ryuusuke pounces, taking the initiative and unbuttoning the doctor's shirt. His hands are not so skilled as Shigetaka's, but he gets the job done. Throwing the discarded shirt off to who knows or cares where, Ryuusuke goes on to unfasten Shigetaka's pants and pull them none too gently off. Shigetaka makes it easy, playing passive until Ryuusuke has completely stripped him. Then it's his turn to take control.

He allows Ryuusuke to stay on top, but he undoes the boy's pants and takes them off, simultaneously pulling away his underwear. His erection is bare now, obvious, open to scrutiny. Ryuusuke feels a hot rush of blood pouring to his cheeks as he is exposed to the older man.

There's no real cause for embarrassment. Shigetaka is eyeing him appreciatively; his glasses gleam in the moonlight, which seems dimmer now that Ryuusuke's eyes are adjusting to it. He can't say anything, because in a flash, Shigetaka has taken hold of him and pulled him down to kiss him again. "Mhhph!" Ryuusuke grunts.

It isn't long before Ryuusuke gives up all futile resistance and, getting into the spirit of things, meets Shigetaka's hot kisses with intense, renewed vigor. Ryuusuke feels hot and wet all over from a simple kiss; he assumes his lips must taste of the salty sweat gathering there, dripping down the side of his face. It is Christmas Eve, and supposedly very cold, yet Ryuusuke feels as though it's the middle of August at maximum humidity. He kisses Shigetaka like he expects it to end soon, like there won't be another time. He suspects that this could very well be a one night stand. With odds like that looming over his head, Ryuusuke fully intends to make as full use of this night as he can. That means kissing until his lungs are about to implode from lack of air. He pulls away, panting, his erection throbbing with lustful need. A thin trail of renegade saliva slips out of the corner of his mouth.

Shigetaka's tongue brushes out to wipe it away gently, leaving a wet sensation, but one that is drier than the former. "Ryuusuke?"

So simple, that word. His name. So simple, yet it holds so very much hanging in the balance, the scales ready to tip depending on one of two more words. It leaves so much down to him that Ryuusuke could almost cry from this surreal unequivocalness. He doesn't take even half a second - not even a fourth of a second, or less than that - to make his decision.

He knows what he will say before he even dares vocalize his unity of lust, budding emotion, and over all else, consent.

"Yes," he says.

In that one word, he promises himself, and he knows that no matter what kind of relationship this is, be it a five minute thrill or a weeklong love affair or an eternal marriage of their two souls, he will deliver to the fullest of his ability. Sounds weird to Ryuusuke, who's only used to putting this kind of commitment into catching Twenty Faces. And even that, for all its huge importance in regular life, pales in comparison to what he's feeling right now. He's overwhelmed with emotion right now, really, now that he looks at it more carefully.

"All right." Shigetaka kisses him, a brush of swollen lips against swollen lips, and picks him up, setting him down on the bed alone again while he gets up and leaves.

Ryuusuke watches him walk across the room, tilts his head in puzzlement until he figures out that Shigetaka is getting the necessary lubricant. True to form, Shigetaka turns around from searching through his dresser, holding a tube of lube and a small plastic package: a condom. He is also holding something behind his back, something he refuses to reveal when Ryuusuke arches an eyebrow. Ryuusuke shouldn't have expected any less from a doctor. He smiles brightly as Shigetaka rejoins him and he surges forward to kiss him, making sure that he's on top again. The friction between their hard shafts is way too much for him to resist anymore. It feels so good that he barely notices Shigetaka moving him one-handedly. The movement doesn't register, at least not until he sees Shigetaka's hand come out from behind his back. It's empty.

Shigetaka smiles and begins to unwrap the condom. "But I thought I was going to be the...um, the seme." Ryuusuke blushes even more furiously than before.

He must sound so abysmally stupid.

Shigetaka eyes him for a moment, eyes wide behind his glasses as he puts the unopened package down beside the momentarily forgotten tube of lubricant. With a little laugh, Ryuusuke reaches down and pulls those glasses off, taking away the last barrier between them. He folds them thoughtfully and puts them on the bedside table. Shigetaka says nothing. He doesn't have to. Ryuusuke adjusts his weight, trying to find a way to make it easy for Shigetaka to stretch and lubricate him. He's glad he already knows how to do this, and that he's doing it with a doctor, or the results could be disastrous.

Except he would never do this with any other doctor. Only Shigetaka, and only out of that budding emotion that's beginning to feel like a sappily clich d opening flower of love.

"Close your eyes."

The softspoken order comes as a surprise. Ryuusuke was expecting some kind of preparation, but Shigetaka isn't doing anything, either to ease the painful hardness of his erection or to stretch him for the upcoming penetration. "Huh?" Ryuusuke mumbles, sounding even stupider now.

"Close your eyes, please, Ryuusuke."

Ryuusuke figures that only good can come out of this. He obeys. "Um, what's going on?" he asks when he feels Shigetaka moving beneath him.

"Keep your eyes closed, no matter what you feel," Shigetaka replies cryptically.

"Oookaaaaay," Ryuusuke hesitates, but he agrees. He trusts Shigetaka.

Ryuusuke feels himself being lifted again, and Shigetaka's body moving up against his as he presumably pulls whatever it is out from beneath his back. He is seated against the headboard, or what feels like the headboard, and he feels a shiver up his back from the cold. The surprise comes when Shigetaka grasps his wrist and wraps something around it. It seems like he's tying Ryuusuke to something. Ryuusuke is about to open his eyes, but Shigetaka slaps his hip lightly, just enough to make a little sting. He flinches, chastened, and keeps his eyes closed. His arms are pulled out, perpendicular to his body, though at angles as though they're tied onto something.

Tied onto something like the bedpost.

Shigetaka strokes his cheek with his index finger and murmurs, "You can open your eyes again."

The first thing Ryuusuke sees when he does so is the red ribbons tied securely about his wrists, leading up to the bedposts. His legs are splayed out on either side of Shigetaka, who's kneeling between them with that quiet smile on his face. "What are you doing?" Ryuusuke is a little afraid. It's strange enough that he's not the one on top, and here Shigetaka is, tying him up. And with ribbons, of all strange things. He pulls against them, but Shigetaka only shakes his head.

"They're especially strong to prevent that," he explains. "Unless you don't want this." He tilts his head a little bit in questioning.

Like Ryuusuke could possibly refuse. "No, no, I want it!" he says quickly.

Shigetaka picks up the unwrapped condom, rips off the plastic cover, and rolls it over his erection. The entire time he's doing this, he never takes his eyes off Ryuusuke's face, though Ryuusuke is so busy staring at his endowment that he doesn't notice the attention. For all the detailed fantasies he's had involving this moment, never did he imagine actually getting to act on them. He never thought he'd actually get to see the older man naked, much less be in such a compromising position with him in real life.

Condom on, Shigetaka grabs the lube and opens it, spreading a very liberal amount over his index and middle fingers. "Now, this will hurt more than just a bit, Ryuusuke, so please remember to relax." Shigetaka smiles encouragingly at him, making Ryuusuke figure that if it hurts too much, he can always slow the pace down. Tied up though he is, Shigetaka would never be cruel to him.

"Okay," Ryuusuke says. He's ready.

At least, he thinks he's ready, until Shigetaka places his index finger against the ring of muscle outside his entrance. Ryuusuke winces with just the tip of Shigetaka's finger within him, and the wince becomes a painful contortion once the entire finger is all the way in. Ryuusuke makes a little crying noise, half a sob, half a shuddering whimper. He can't figure out why on earth he tries to push down when Shigetaka brushes the tip of his middle finger against his sensitive, stretched muscle, right next to the other. His eyes are clenched shut, preventing him from seeing his lover, and his hands clasped in tight fists with his fingernails digging into his palms. Ryuusuke pulls one more time, ineffectually, on the red ribbons. They hold. All that happens is he gets a lovely pain in his now-abused wrists.

Shigetaka pauses for so long that Ryuusuke thinks he's not going to do anything. That's far from the truth. Another minute passes, and then he starts to press his slippery finger inside Ryuusuke, alongside the other. This time, Ryuusuke bites his lip and keeps himself quiet like a good little boy. Shigetaka hasn't ordered him to be quiet, but he has a hunch that any cries of pain or little sobbing noises will stop this dream come true before it even gets properly off the ground.

With his two fingers deep inside Ryuusuke, Shigetaka begins to move them, wriggling them a bit, then scissoring them. "Does that hurt too badly, Ryuusuke?" he inquires kindly.

Ryuusuke opens his eyes and finds Shigetaka looking down at him compassionately. The man will stop if he says to. He'll give up his own pleasure for Ryuusuke's comfort. But Ryuusuke won't let him do that, no matter the pain he has to go through to get this. "No. G-Go on." His voice breaks, betraying a bit of his pain, but not enough to make Shigetaka stop altogether.

He covers his ring and pinky fingers with even more lube than he used on the first two, and lets Ryuusuke get used to feeling them against his entrance before he actually pushes them inside. This longed-for intrusion makes tears prickle in Ryuusuke's eyes. He blinks them back, managing to control himself. Assured now that he won't cry, he looks up at Shigetaka's face as the doctor begins to move his fingers within him. That's a strange sensation. One that Ryuusuke figures is necessary in its weirdness if he wants the sex itself. When he sees that Ryuusuke isn't in too much agony, Shigetaka thrusts his fingers inside once, like testing the waters.

Ryuusuke squirms and bucks up, trying to get more of that contact. It's like he wants Shigetaka to find something. The thing is, he can't quite put his finger - ha, ha, the humor of the pun is killing him. Not - on whatever it is he's seeking. All he knows now is that it's starting to feel pretty good, having Shigetaka's fingers - practically his whole hand, come to think of it - filling him. "I'm ready," he tells Shigetaka, hoping he doesn't sound like an overly excited virgin. Which is what he is. He just doesn't want it to be all too obvious.

"And you trust me?"

"Yes," Ryuusuke says automatically. It shocks him that he doesn't have to think about it.

Shigetaka is too involved in extracting his fingers from Ryuusuke and coating them in more lubricant to reply to that. He spreads the lubricant over the condom on his cock, ensuring that it will cause his young lover as little pain as possible. Satisfied with the copious amounts of lube practically dripping off the rubber, Shigetaka moves forward so that the tip of his erection waits against Ryuusuke's stretched opening. Ryuusuke is the one to initiate things, pushing down to welcome Shigetaka's slick erection into his body. Well, he tries to welcome it, but it hurts like hell, and he reluctantly cries out a little at the difference in size. Shigetaka gives him a minute or two, patiently waiting. He continues to penetrate Ryuusuke only after he's sure that it won't be too horribly agonizing.

Shigetaka's halfway inside him when Ryuusuke shoves down, forcing him to move faster, bringing his thick cock all the way into his body. He flinches at first, but after adapting to the much larger intrusion, he relaxes. Opening his eyes, he notes that Shigetaka's eyes are now closed, his face in a strange mix of concentration and complete bliss. A minute later, Shigetaka opens his eyes and pulls almost the whole way out of Ryuusuke. At the same time, they thrust against one another. The ribbons tug at Ryuusuke's wrists, sending little jolts of pain, a sharp contrast to the pleasure of Shigetaka's cock inside him. His erection is trapped between their bodies, beads of precum gathering at the tip and threatening to spill over.

Noticing this about the same time Ryuusuke does, Shigetaka moves one of his hands between them and grasps Ryuusuke's cock in a light grip. Too light for Ryuusuke's liking. He makes a little noise, trying to get his coherent thought back, and finally manages, "More, pleeeease." It sounds like a quiet, almost strangled whine. Shigetaka obeys it, which is all Ryuusuke really cares about. The hand encircling his cock tightens its grip, and as he thrusts down into Ryuusuke the next time, Shigetaka begins to stroke his erection.

Responsive as ever, Ryuusuke groans and shifts his hips.

His spine is suddenly made of molten lava that spreads throughout his body in snaking little tendrils of unbelievable pleasure. He bites back the scream that builds up immediately in his throat. Shigetaka must've hit something down there, or done something to give him this amazing flash of electric ecstasy in his body. When he's calm enough to talk, at least relatively, Ryuusuke gasps, "What was that?"

"Your prostate," answers Shigetaka. He says it in a husky voice, the same seductive tone he's been using; nevertheless, the response sounds slightly clinical. It must be the intrinsic doctor in him. "Its purpose is to -"

Ryuusuke leans up, pulling against the restrictive ribbons, and cuts him off with a passionate lip lock. This proves effective, though it can't succeed in silencing Ryuusuke. He moans and lets out a needy whimper as Shigetaka's lips crush against his. The moan grows steadily louder as Shigetaka keeps up his ministrations on Ryuusuke's cock, simultaneously penetrating him again. He feels that molten spine feeling again, combined with the lightning that shoots through his entire body, his core and all his extremities.

It's all too much. Way, way too much.

Ryuusuke tears his lips away from Shigetaka's and lets out a cry of carnal rapture. He battles to free himself from the ribbons, needing something to grab onto. The effort is unsuccessful, so he ends up thrusting his hips upward more vigorously. His cum splashes up, hot against his stomach and chest. Vaguely, he sees Shigetaka let go of his cock and reach up to wipe the cum away and lick it off his long fingers. That sight is inconceivably sexy. If he weren't so spent right now, it might be enough to speed his recovery.

Shigetaka, finished licking Ryuusuke's cum off his fingers, is only a moment behind him in coming. One more thrust, a deep one, and his face goes blank in heavenly exaltation. He, too, cries out, his hands flying to Ryuusuke's hips. "I love you," he breathes. It's so quiet that Ryuusuke thinks he's fantasizing at least that part. Reality returns as Shigetaka digs his fingertips abruptly into Ryuusuke's skin, just once, and then releases Ryuusuke again. When the throes of his orgasm are over, he gains control of himself and pulls out. Once he is fully withdrawn from Ryuusuke, he pulls off the condom and throws it away in the conveniently placed garbage can. With a last lick to his fingers, he unties Ryuusuke's hands and takes hold of his wrists, massaging the reddened indents left behind from the ribbons.

"Shigetaka?" Ryuusuke asks meekly.

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

Without a word, Shigetaka kisses him chastely, a simple press of lips to lips before he pulls back again and repositions them. Holding onto Ryuusuke's waist, he pulls the boy so that they are laying down, with Ryuusuke on top while he is on his back. He pulls the rumpled bedclothes out from beneath them and wraps both of them in the welcoming, tranquilizing warmth. "You're certainly welcome," he says, stroking Ryuusuke's sides with idle fingers.

"I really - you know, when you invited me here, I thought maybe you... I don't know, I've had this crush on you and I figured you were just doing it to be nice, but..." Ryuusuke hesitates, thinking over his words. He can't make himself sound too stupid. That won't do at all, especially not after such a perfect night. "Do you really like me enough to...you know..."

"To seduce you?" Shigetaka finishes the sentence.

"Mm. Yeah." Ryuusuke's face is bright red, like the ribbons still affixed to the bedposts.

"I've wanted to for the longest time," Shigetaka explains. "Why, did you think I only wanted you for tonight?"

Ryuusuke stares at him like he's gone crazy. Which is perfectly possible, given their experiences together. "Trust me," continues Shigetaka, "I couldn't leave you alone then and I can't leave you alone now." Ryuusuke smiles at that. "After all, Ryuusuke, I still must have you in my office." He laughs, as though what he's just said is the most obvious thing in the world.

To Ryuusuke, it's the greatest confession of love anyone could ever have. "Sounds good," he smiles in return. "But do you...?"

"Yes." Shigetaka kisses him again. "I love you."

There it is. An even greater confession of love than the greatest. Ryuusuke basks in the pleasure of that before he remembers that he means to tell the doctor how he feels. "I love you, too. A lot." He kisses Shigetaka back. Long and intense, tasting what he guessed was himself in Shigetaka's mouth, tongues grazing against one another with that familiar, delightful heat that he is falling for and growing addicted to.

When their lips part again, Ryuusuke says, "Is there any way we can get into your office tomorrow?"

Shigetaka chuckles. "Oh, I'm sure we can arrange that for a later time. Tomorrow is Christmas, and I want to unwrap my gift here all over again."

"Good idea."