“Definitely have to take you flying more often,” Ravi gasped against his mouth.
“Yes,” Sora growled in response.
The shower was a good idea, though. He’d not had enough of that wet, slick skin against his own.
Sora managed to pull himself off Ravi long enough to haul him into the en suite bathroom, Ravi happily coming along with him then darting ahead to get the water running. That was ever the case with Ravi—he was always pulling ahead, then darting back to Sora’s side, as if he were too excited to restrain himself. It amused Sora, watching it play out, and he didn’t even consider complaining.
He stripped off his shirt and shoes before entering the bathroom, leaving them at the door. Ravi did the same and came in for another kiss, plastering their bare chests together. The skin-to-skin feeling was lovely, a sensation that never ceased to be so. Even as they ate at each other’s mouths, Sora’s hands dropped to Ravi’s ass, molding it and lifting Ravi up onto his tiptoes to erase their height difference. The pants were becoming more frustrating by the second.
Off.
Sora shifted his own hips back a second to tackle Ravi’s waistband, getting the button undone before Ravi’s hands went to his pants to do the same. They stripped off with efficiency, if not exactly grace, kicking pants and boxers off into a corner somewhere.
Even as he did that, Sora looked desperately around for lube. Something. Trekking out to the bedroom for the lube would feel like a trip to the top of Mt. Everest right now. It was too far to even contemplate.
But there was no lube in sight, either. Dammit.
“Two seconds,” Ravi panted, then was out of the bathroom in a flash.
Well, at least his lover was willing to run for it.
Ravi was back before Sora could do more than blink, a jar of lube in his hands. Bless the wind dragon’s speed. Sora took it from him immediately, even as he backed Ravi into the bathroom wall.
“You’re really dying to pin me against something,” Ravi observed, a delighted smile on his face.
“Do you have any idea what you were doing to me at the pond?” Sora uncapped the bottle, dipping two fingers into it, covering them with a healthy amount. “You kept pressing up against me, all that slick skin, and because of our audience I couldn’t do a damn thing.”
Ravi’s smile was pure mischief. “I knoooow. Even with the water so damn cold, I could feel you.”
He’d had a feeling Ravi was up to something. His cute little dragon normally was. Sora was as wound up as a coiled spring. He couldn’t remember ever being this emotionally undone by someone, feeling like he didn’t even have control of himself. At this moment, he didn’t care. Sora had to have this man.
As if reading that look on his face, Ravi turned and put both hands against the wall, lifting his ass up in clear invitation. “Need this, I hope?”
The cheek was too much. Sora put the lube down on the counter so he could give that ass a good slap.
“Ow! Oooh, spanking? Want to play professor and naughty student? I excel at that one.”
“I bet,” Sora growled, slipping two fingers in between those taut cheeks. “Later. Right now, I need to fuck you.”
Ravi’s eyes fluttered closed, mouth parting as Sora’s fingers got busy stretching and warming his channel. “Sold. That feels great, but maybe—”
Sora put more lube on his fingers before thrusting them back in, this time angling forward, aiming for that magical spot.
“Oh, god,” Ravi whined, his hands flexing open and closed against the tiled wall. “Yeeees. Dammit, will you get in me? I can’t take this.”
“You can’t take this?” Sora gave his ass another slap before working a third finger in. “You tease me that badly at the pond and you can’t take the wait?”
“The spanking is unfair.” Ravi threw a pleading look over his shoulder. “Sora, please.”
That look undid him utterly, and he found himself moving before he’d planned to. This was going to be rougher than normal. Sora hadn’t prepared him as thoroughly as usual, but Ravi didn’t protest as he sank inexorably into him. Kami-sama, so tight. So ridiculously tight. And hot, with the perfect pressure to set him off. Sora felt his entire nervous system light on fire with need.
He wrapped his arms around Ravi’s chest, sinking his head to rest on Ravi’s shoulder even as he pulled back, thrusting into him without mercy.
“Sora, Sora, Sora,” Ravi panted with each thrust, his entire body shaking. “Yes, you fucking beautiful man, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
Too much talking. Sora dropped a hand to the hard length curved against Ravi’s belly, using the residual lube on his fingers to slick him up and work it.
Ravi’s head came back in an arch as he gasped, one palm slapping the wall as his nerves overloaded with pleasure.
He didn’t let up. Sora had no control left and couldn’t even think about taking it easier. His climax was too close for that, his body demanding a release before he became completely overwhelmed. Even knowing it was imminent, his orgasm still surprised him. It ripped through Sora, his seed flooding into Ravi’s channel in a hot rush.
Ravi shouted as the hand around his length tightened, bringing him abruptly to a finish as well.
They both leaned against each other, propping each other up and panting in the aftermath. Sora left his head on Ravi’s shoulder, eyes closed as he regained his equilibrium. Kami-sama, but that had been intense.
Sometimes their lovemaking was sweet and lighthearted, more for the fun of it than anything. But there were other times, like now, when they came at each other with intent, emotion overriding everything else.
“Definitely have to take you flying more often,” Ravi said, breaking the silence.
Sora snorted a laugh. “No objection here. Come, let’s get into that shower. We should get clean before we go to bed.”
“Yeah.” Ravi had the sound of a man perfectly blissed out and content.
Sora pulled out far more carefully than normal, an eagle eye on Ravi, but he’d apparently not been so rough with the man as to make him flinch. Good. They stepped into the shower, the water now at the perfect temperature, and took turns soaping each other up.
With insistent hands, Ravi turned him so he could wash Sora’s hair, his fingers gentle as they worked through the dark locks. It made him smile and tease even as he tipped his head back to rinse the shampoo out.
“You love my hair.”
There was no immediate response.
Hmm?
Sora tipped his head down again, blinking water droplets from his eyes so he could see Ravi properly. For once, the little dragon wasn’t at all in a joking mood as he looked back at Sora.
“I love you.”
Sora’s breath caught in his throat. He had no doubt Ravi meant it. “Ravi—”
“God, that felt good to say.” Ravi blew out an explosive breath. “I’ve been wanting to say that for days. I love you. I’m sorry if it’s too soon for you.”
Sora framed his face with both hands, looking into those brown eyes full of love and worry. The first was acceptable, the latter not.
“I love you, too.”
Joy exploded over Ravi’s face. “You do?”
“I do.” Sora kissed him gently, reveling in the freedom of these shared feelings, so glad their hearts were one. “Aishiteru.”