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Southern Charm, Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten: Wheel of Fortune
Date Written: 1/5/05
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo
Warnings: Homosexuality, murder, hoodoo use, mentioned NC (non consent or rape) and the issues that go with it (I'm not going to write it, though, the closest I'll go is memories), slight bondage in this chapter
Disclaimer: Same as Chapter Zero
Spoilers: All the way up through book 7
Notes: Sorry this one's taken so long! The blurb is where I got Joe's name. Big props to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
totally4ryo and deeryofan for help with this chapter. Girls, this one's for y'all.
The Axeman of New Orleans was a serial killer active in New Orleans, Louisiana (and surrounding communities, including Gretna, Louisiana), from May 1918 to October 1919. Press reports during the height of public panic about the killings mentioned similar murders as early as 1911, but recent researchers have called these reports into question.
As the killer's name implies, the victims were attacked with an axe. In some of the crimes, the doors to the victim's homes were first bashed open with the same tool. "The Axeman" was not caught or identified at the time, although his crime spree stopped as mysteriously as it started. The murderer's identity remains unknown to this day, although various possible identifications of varying plausibility have been proposed.
Not all of the Axeman's victims died, but the savagery and utter randomness of his attacks terrorized much of the populace. Some early victims were Italian American, in particular the son of Pietro Pepitone who had killed Black Hand extortionist Paul Di Christina (Paulo Marchese) several years before, leading the newspapers to assume the killings were somehow Mafia related (similar to New York's Black Hand assassin "Shotgun Man"). However later crimes clearly did not fit this profile, and the apprehension of the general public grew. His victims included a pregnant woman and even a baby killed in the arms of its mother. The Axeman also seemed to draw direct inspiration from Jack the Ripper: he (or someone claiming to be the Axeman) wrote taunting letters to city newspapers hinting at his future crimes and claiming to be a supernatural demon "from Hell."
Most notoriously, on March 13, 1919, a letter purporting to be from the Axeman was published in the newspapers saying that he would kill again at 15 minutes past midnight on the night of March 19, but would spare the occupants of any place where a jazz band was playing. That night all of New Orleans's dance halls were filled to capacity, and professional and amateur bands played jazz at parties at hundreds of houses around town. There were no murders that night.
Not everyone was intimidated by the Axeman. Some well armed citizens sent the newspaper invitations for the Axeman to visit their houses that night and see who got killed first. One invitation promised to leave a window open for the Axeman, politely asking that he not damage the front door.
Crime writer Colin Wilson speculates the Axeman could have been Joseph Mumfre, a man shot to death in Los Angeles in 1920 by the widow of Mike Pepitone, the Axeman's last known victim. Pepitone's widow, who served only three years for the killing, claimed to recognize Mumfre as the man she saw fleeing her home the night she discovered her husband's body. Though there is no direct proof of Mumfre's guilt, Wilson notes that Mumfre was in jail during all of the Axeman's "dormant" periods (including the period from 1912-1918), and free at all times the Axeman struck.
--from Wikipedia, the online encyclopedia
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Dee was quiet as the two of them made their way back to the hotel room. Ryo knew that Marie's words were bothering his lover, but he didn't say anything yet, opting to take Dee's hand into his and squeeze it affectionately.
Dee sat on the bed when they got back, avoiding Ryo's gaze. Ryo simply chuckled, moving around the bed to crawl up behind his lover.
Dee smiled and looked over his shoulder at Ryo as his lighter-haired lover began to trail kisses up his neck. Ryo leaned his cheek against Dee's almost absently, running his hands over his lover's shoulders. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Dee replied, brushing a kiss into Ryo's hair. "I just wasn't expecting... well, that."
"I know, baby." Ryo kissed Dee's cheek, pressing their cheeks again and rubbing their cheeks together.
Dee looked back down at his hand, running his fingers over the blue vein in his wrist. "Baby? Was it hard for you growing up?"
Ryo sighed, putting his chin on Dee's shoulder. He knew exactly where this was going. "No more than usual. I have no complaints."
"So no one picked on you for being half-Japanese?"
Ryo put one hand on Dee'schin, turning it towards him. "Dee... look at me--really look at me. Do I look Japanese?"
Dee's eyes tookin his lover's face: chestnut colored hair, pale skin, slightly oval eyes.
Dee shook his head.
"Outside of the house I was Randy, not Ryo," the other man explained. "A select few knew I was half. For the most part I was considered white, like you."
Dee looked a little sad and he touched Ryo's cheek. "But you missed out on half your heritage."
"Not really," Ryo replied with a smile. "I really wish you could have met Mom and Dad so you could have seen that I didn't miss anything." Ryo stroked the hand that he was holding with his thumb. "Elena and Rick see you as family, so in a way you're part Scottish."
Dee smiled a little at that. "And Mother's part Spanish, so I guess I'm part too."
"Exactly," Ryo agreed, taking Dee's hand from his cheek to kiss the back of it. "But whatever your birth parents are, they had a beautiful baby."
Dee chuckled as he pressed his forehead against Ryo's, remembering how Mother had hauled out the baby pictures not long after they had become lovers."
"And he grew up to be a beautiful, loving man," Ryo finished with a smile. He leaned in to brush his lips against Dee's in a feather-soft kiss. "Do you realize how exotic you are?"
"Exotic?"
"Yeah," Ryo agreed, running his fingers through Dee's thick hair. "Gorgeous jet black hair..." Ryo pressed the hand he was holding against his cheek, nuzzling the warm palm. "Soft, beautiful olive-toned skin," he continued, kissing Dee's wrist. "And those amazing deep green eyes," Ryo finished, moving around Dee to strattle his lover's lap, his fingers still tangled in Dee's hair. "You are amazingly, astoundingly gorgeous."
"Flattery will get you nowhere," Dee teased, wrapping his arms around Ryo's waist to hold him in place, their lips milimeters apart.
"'s the truth," Ryo countered, feeling the nerve endings in his lips tingle with anticipation.
Neither one of them knew who moved first but soon they were kissing softly, lips gently moving against and caressing each other,their eyes closed to concentrate on one another.
Ryo moaned low in his throat when Dee's tongue slipped through his lips, the delicious taste of his lover spreading over his taste buds.
Without warning, Ryo shoved Dee backed onto the bed, pinning his arms above his head. the bedsprings under them bounced and squeaked from the sudden movement. Dee gasped in surprise, but moaned when Ryo's tongue found its way into his mouth.
Ryo's mouth slid down Dee's face to nibble delicately on one of Dee's earlobes, the blonde enjoying the way his dark-haired lover writhed under his mouth.
"If I let go of your hands, will you behave?" Ryo asked huskily, kissing Dee's ear as his grip on Dee's hands shifted to one hand around both wrists, the other sliding down to unbutton Dee's shirt.
"No promises," the dark-haired man replied, grinning wickedly up at Ryo.
In response, Ryo's hand slid down to unbuckle Dee's belt and pull it free of his lover's pants. The belt was one of Dee's older leather ones, the once-stiff leather supple and giving from years of use and easily slid down to make a loop. Ryo looped Dee's wrist loosely, and the two of them moved up to the wrought iron headboard, the long end circling back around and hooked through the buckle. It was more for show than actual bondage, really, but they both liked the image it presented.
"Don't pull too hard on it," Ryo warned, reaching down to undo his belt as well. The belt soared across the room and was soon joined by Ryo's shirt.
Dee wanted to touch him--Ryo could tell by the way his fingers clenched the belt. ryo found his own fingers itching to touch his lover, his hands and lips gliding across smooth spances of olive-colored well-defined skinn and muscle.
Ryo's lips found one of Dee's nipples and his tongue darted out to taste it. Under him, Dee moaned and arched up into Ryo, into the sensation, silently pleading for more. The older man latched onto the hardening nub, sucking and biting at it as his lover began panting.
As Dee squirmed, Ryo slid down to settle between Dee's legs, grinding their hips together as he continued to tease the dark-haired man's nipples. He could feel Dee's length hardening through the material of his pants and he was sure Dee could feel his answering erection.
Slowly Ryo's fingers slid down Dee's stomach to unclsp and unzip his lover's pants.
Pale lips caressed Dee's abdomen as Ryo pulled off both his pants and his briefs, caused Dee to sigh in relief. However, that torturous mouth completely bypassed his groin, moving down to lick Dee's inner thighs.
By the time Ryo's mouth was close enough to lick Dee, the younger detective was trembling madly, his eyes screwed up tight when Ryo's warm, wet mouth touched his scrotum, he could have cried.
When Ryo sucked one of Dee's balls into his mouth he did cry--out loud as the bulbus flesh rolled around in his lover's mouth, the skin caressed by his tongue. Ryo's hands brushed over the insides of Dee's thighs, the touch teasing. The slow torture of Ryo'smouth was maddening, and when Ryo finally moved up to suck and lick the dripping head, Dee completly lost it and came hard in Ryo's mouth.
Ryo drank him down as best he could, coughing a bit at the unexpected surge of Dee's seed. He slowly let Dee's softening length out of his mouth, his tongue sweepingup any lingering pearly drops before he looked up at Dee. His dark-haired partner still had his hands obediently over his head, fingers white knuckled as he clutched the belt. He was trying to hide his face in the crook of his arm, his cheeks and ears bright red at the embarassement of losing his precious self-control.
Ryo reached up and freed Dee's arms, snuggling up next to his lover as he rubbed Dee's wrists and hands soothingly.
"I'm sorry," Dee murmured, rolling to wrap one arm around Ryo's waist and bury his face in the shorter man's neck.
"Don't be," Ryo soothed, kissing Dee's hands. It's nice to know I can still make you lose control."
Dee chuckled, making the skin on Ryo's neck tingle as the arm around him moved around. "Always babe."
Then, with as much warning, Dee plunged his hand down Ryo's pants to grasp his erection, cold lube a stark contrast to heated flesh.
Ryo arched into the contact, watching with dark, passion-glazed eyes as Dee's other hand loosened his pants and pulled them off his body, the first hand stroking him, warming the lube.
Dee rolled onto all fours and Ryo moved behind him. The older man took a bit of precum from the head of his own shaft and rubbed Dee's opening, just wetting the entrance. Whenever Dee bottomed, he liked a little edge of pain--and by now, after years of sleeping together, Dee's body was also rather used to Ryo's size.
He pushed into Dee's body slowly, relishing the blissful moan that issued from his lover. With one hand running over Dee's sweaty back, and the other guiding olive-toned hips, Ryo slowly began sliding in and out of Dee, swaying his hips back and forth. It always took him a few minutes to find Dee's prostate, but when he did...
Below him Dee gasped and Ryo grinned. Gotcha.
He started a punishing pace, slamming into Dee and hitting his prostate with every stroke. Dee, in turn, cried out and pushed bck hard against Ryo, hishand going between his legs to work his hard erect cock.
Ryo reached down to fondle Dee's balls and found them tight against his body. Dee was close. Very close.
He reached down to pull Dee up flush against his body, feeling himself go deeper into Dee's body and watch as his lover semi-frantically rode him. Ryo could see the sweet agony of being right on the edge but fighting against it on Dee's face. He kissed the shell of Dee's ear. "Let go, Love."
"No!" came the faint protest. "You... first!"
Ryo forced Dee back over, his face in the pillows. He sped up his thrusts, close himself, as one hand snaked around to help stroke Dee, the other hand firmly on Dee's back. "Cum, Dee," he ordered, leaning over a bit to whisper to his lover. "Show me how much you love it when I fuck your brains out."
Dee's cries were muffled by the pillow as he came, semen spilling over both their hands. Ryo grinned to himself as he enjoyed the sensation of Dee's body spasaming around him. Dee really liked two things in bed--a good hard fuck and Ryo talking dirty.
The older man groaned as one final thrust pushed him over the edge and he came, spilling deep into Dee and flooeded the man with his essence. He almost collapsed onto Dee but managed to pull them both on their sides, spooning Dee up against him, both of them breathing heavily.
Ryo showered the back of Dee's neck with feather-soft kisses as he stroked his hand up and down Dee's hip. "Love you--so much--more than anything--" the blonde managed between kisses and heaving breaths, the two of them slipping into peaceful sleep.
---
Ryo awoke to the sensation of someone stroking him. He moved his arm to do the same to Dee, but couldn't find his lover.
It was then that he noticed that he was flat on his back.
He groaned and arched up into Dee's hand, signaling that he was awake. He felt Dee remove his hand and sleepily moaned at the loss.
Dark eyes flew open, however, when he felt Dee sink down onto his cock. Dee's beautiful skin was flushed and sweaty, the setting sun turning it a beautiful burnished bronze color. Ryo couldn't help but run his hands over Dee's flat abs and up to his chest.
Dee threw his head back as he rode Ryo, tempting Ryo to sit up and kiss his lover's neck. Ryo's hands went down to grab Dee's hips, urging him on as he met his dark-haired lover thrust for thrust. Ryo's lips devoured Dee's neck as the two slowly made love. Ryo leaned forward, forcing Dee onto his back, the dark head hanging over the edge of the bed. Ryo craddled Dee's head in his hands, watching his lover bounce around slightly.
Since he was still groggy from being awoken, Ryo didn't have as strong a hold on his control as usual and came first, panting against Dee's neck. The sudden unexpected pressure of his lover's spurt inside him pushed Dee over the edge and he coated their stomachs with cum.
They sleepily wiped each other down and crawled back up to the pillows, Ryo cradling Dee gently in his arms. Just as they were about to fall asleep again, Dee looked up at Ryo. "baby?"
"Hmn?" the blonde replied sleepily, running a hand over Dee's shoulders.
"Never leave me?"
Ryo opened his eyes. His lover was apparently going through an insecure phase and Ryo pressed a kiss to his lover's forehead. "Never."
"Promise?"
"Promise, Love. Promise."
Date Written: 1/5/05
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo
Warnings: Homosexuality, murder, hoodoo use, mentioned NC (non consent or rape) and the issues that go with it (I'm not going to write it, though, the closest I'll go is memories), slight bondage in this chapter
Disclaimer: Same as Chapter Zero
Spoilers: All the way up through book 7
Notes: Sorry this one's taken so long! The blurb is where I got Joe's name. Big props to
totally4ryo and deeryofan for help with this chapter. Girls, this one's for y'all.As the killer's name implies, the victims were attacked with an axe. In some of the crimes, the doors to the victim's homes were first bashed open with the same tool. "The Axeman" was not caught or identified at the time, although his crime spree stopped as mysteriously as it started. The murderer's identity remains unknown to this day, although various possible identifications of varying plausibility have been proposed.
Not all of the Axeman's victims died, but the savagery and utter randomness of his attacks terrorized much of the populace. Some early victims were Italian American, in particular the son of Pietro Pepitone who had killed Black Hand extortionist Paul Di Christina (Paulo Marchese) several years before, leading the newspapers to assume the killings were somehow Mafia related (similar to New York's Black Hand assassin "Shotgun Man"). However later crimes clearly did not fit this profile, and the apprehension of the general public grew. His victims included a pregnant woman and even a baby killed in the arms of its mother. The Axeman also seemed to draw direct inspiration from Jack the Ripper: he (or someone claiming to be the Axeman) wrote taunting letters to city newspapers hinting at his future crimes and claiming to be a supernatural demon "from Hell."
Most notoriously, on March 13, 1919, a letter purporting to be from the Axeman was published in the newspapers saying that he would kill again at 15 minutes past midnight on the night of March 19, but would spare the occupants of any place where a jazz band was playing. That night all of New Orleans's dance halls were filled to capacity, and professional and amateur bands played jazz at parties at hundreds of houses around town. There were no murders that night.
Not everyone was intimidated by the Axeman. Some well armed citizens sent the newspaper invitations for the Axeman to visit their houses that night and see who got killed first. One invitation promised to leave a window open for the Axeman, politely asking that he not damage the front door.
Crime writer Colin Wilson speculates the Axeman could have been Joseph Mumfre, a man shot to death in Los Angeles in 1920 by the widow of Mike Pepitone, the Axeman's last known victim. Pepitone's widow, who served only three years for the killing, claimed to recognize Mumfre as the man she saw fleeing her home the night she discovered her husband's body. Though there is no direct proof of Mumfre's guilt, Wilson notes that Mumfre was in jail during all of the Axeman's "dormant" periods (including the period from 1912-1918), and free at all times the Axeman struck.
--from Wikipedia, the online encyclopedia
-----
Dee was quiet as the two of them made their way back to the hotel room. Ryo knew that Marie's words were bothering his lover, but he didn't say anything yet, opting to take Dee's hand into his and squeeze it affectionately.
Dee sat on the bed when they got back, avoiding Ryo's gaze. Ryo simply chuckled, moving around the bed to crawl up behind his lover.
Dee smiled and looked over his shoulder at Ryo as his lighter-haired lover began to trail kisses up his neck. Ryo leaned his cheek against Dee's almost absently, running his hands over his lover's shoulders. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Dee replied, brushing a kiss into Ryo's hair. "I just wasn't expecting... well, that."
"I know, baby." Ryo kissed Dee's cheek, pressing their cheeks again and rubbing their cheeks together.
Dee looked back down at his hand, running his fingers over the blue vein in his wrist. "Baby? Was it hard for you growing up?"
Ryo sighed, putting his chin on Dee's shoulder. He knew exactly where this was going. "No more than usual. I have no complaints."
"So no one picked on you for being half-Japanese?"
Ryo put one hand on Dee'schin, turning it towards him. "Dee... look at me--really look at me. Do I look Japanese?"
Dee's eyes tookin his lover's face: chestnut colored hair, pale skin, slightly oval eyes.
Dee shook his head.
"Outside of the house I was Randy, not Ryo," the other man explained. "A select few knew I was half. For the most part I was considered white, like you."
Dee looked a little sad and he touched Ryo's cheek. "But you missed out on half your heritage."
"Not really," Ryo replied with a smile. "I really wish you could have met Mom and Dad so you could have seen that I didn't miss anything." Ryo stroked the hand that he was holding with his thumb. "Elena and Rick see you as family, so in a way you're part Scottish."
Dee smiled a little at that. "And Mother's part Spanish, so I guess I'm part too."
"Exactly," Ryo agreed, taking Dee's hand from his cheek to kiss the back of it. "But whatever your birth parents are, they had a beautiful baby."
Dee chuckled as he pressed his forehead against Ryo's, remembering how Mother had hauled out the baby pictures not long after they had become lovers."
"And he grew up to be a beautiful, loving man," Ryo finished with a smile. He leaned in to brush his lips against Dee's in a feather-soft kiss. "Do you realize how exotic you are?"
"Exotic?"
"Yeah," Ryo agreed, running his fingers through Dee's thick hair. "Gorgeous jet black hair..." Ryo pressed the hand he was holding against his cheek, nuzzling the warm palm. "Soft, beautiful olive-toned skin," he continued, kissing Dee's wrist. "And those amazing deep green eyes," Ryo finished, moving around Dee to strattle his lover's lap, his fingers still tangled in Dee's hair. "You are amazingly, astoundingly gorgeous."
"Flattery will get you nowhere," Dee teased, wrapping his arms around Ryo's waist to hold him in place, their lips milimeters apart.
"'s the truth," Ryo countered, feeling the nerve endings in his lips tingle with anticipation.
Neither one of them knew who moved first but soon they were kissing softly, lips gently moving against and caressing each other,their eyes closed to concentrate on one another.
Ryo moaned low in his throat when Dee's tongue slipped through his lips, the delicious taste of his lover spreading over his taste buds.
Without warning, Ryo shoved Dee backed onto the bed, pinning his arms above his head. the bedsprings under them bounced and squeaked from the sudden movement. Dee gasped in surprise, but moaned when Ryo's tongue found its way into his mouth.
Ryo's mouth slid down Dee's face to nibble delicately on one of Dee's earlobes, the blonde enjoying the way his dark-haired lover writhed under his mouth.
"If I let go of your hands, will you behave?" Ryo asked huskily, kissing Dee's ear as his grip on Dee's hands shifted to one hand around both wrists, the other sliding down to unbutton Dee's shirt.
"No promises," the dark-haired man replied, grinning wickedly up at Ryo.
In response, Ryo's hand slid down to unbuckle Dee's belt and pull it free of his lover's pants. The belt was one of Dee's older leather ones, the once-stiff leather supple and giving from years of use and easily slid down to make a loop. Ryo looped Dee's wrist loosely, and the two of them moved up to the wrought iron headboard, the long end circling back around and hooked through the buckle. It was more for show than actual bondage, really, but they both liked the image it presented.
"Don't pull too hard on it," Ryo warned, reaching down to undo his belt as well. The belt soared across the room and was soon joined by Ryo's shirt.
Dee wanted to touch him--Ryo could tell by the way his fingers clenched the belt. ryo found his own fingers itching to touch his lover, his hands and lips gliding across smooth spances of olive-colored well-defined skinn and muscle.
Ryo's lips found one of Dee's nipples and his tongue darted out to taste it. Under him, Dee moaned and arched up into Ryo, into the sensation, silently pleading for more. The older man latched onto the hardening nub, sucking and biting at it as his lover began panting.
As Dee squirmed, Ryo slid down to settle between Dee's legs, grinding their hips together as he continued to tease the dark-haired man's nipples. He could feel Dee's length hardening through the material of his pants and he was sure Dee could feel his answering erection.
Slowly Ryo's fingers slid down Dee's stomach to unclsp and unzip his lover's pants.
Pale lips caressed Dee's abdomen as Ryo pulled off both his pants and his briefs, caused Dee to sigh in relief. However, that torturous mouth completely bypassed his groin, moving down to lick Dee's inner thighs.
By the time Ryo's mouth was close enough to lick Dee, the younger detective was trembling madly, his eyes screwed up tight when Ryo's warm, wet mouth touched his scrotum, he could have cried.
When Ryo sucked one of Dee's balls into his mouth he did cry--out loud as the bulbus flesh rolled around in his lover's mouth, the skin caressed by his tongue. Ryo's hands brushed over the insides of Dee's thighs, the touch teasing. The slow torture of Ryo'smouth was maddening, and when Ryo finally moved up to suck and lick the dripping head, Dee completly lost it and came hard in Ryo's mouth.
Ryo drank him down as best he could, coughing a bit at the unexpected surge of Dee's seed. He slowly let Dee's softening length out of his mouth, his tongue sweepingup any lingering pearly drops before he looked up at Dee. His dark-haired partner still had his hands obediently over his head, fingers white knuckled as he clutched the belt. He was trying to hide his face in the crook of his arm, his cheeks and ears bright red at the embarassement of losing his precious self-control.
Ryo reached up and freed Dee's arms, snuggling up next to his lover as he rubbed Dee's wrists and hands soothingly.
"I'm sorry," Dee murmured, rolling to wrap one arm around Ryo's waist and bury his face in the shorter man's neck.
"Don't be," Ryo soothed, kissing Dee's hands. It's nice to know I can still make you lose control."
Dee chuckled, making the skin on Ryo's neck tingle as the arm around him moved around. "Always babe."
Then, with as much warning, Dee plunged his hand down Ryo's pants to grasp his erection, cold lube a stark contrast to heated flesh.
Ryo arched into the contact, watching with dark, passion-glazed eyes as Dee's other hand loosened his pants and pulled them off his body, the first hand stroking him, warming the lube.
Dee rolled onto all fours and Ryo moved behind him. The older man took a bit of precum from the head of his own shaft and rubbed Dee's opening, just wetting the entrance. Whenever Dee bottomed, he liked a little edge of pain--and by now, after years of sleeping together, Dee's body was also rather used to Ryo's size.
He pushed into Dee's body slowly, relishing the blissful moan that issued from his lover. With one hand running over Dee's sweaty back, and the other guiding olive-toned hips, Ryo slowly began sliding in and out of Dee, swaying his hips back and forth. It always took him a few minutes to find Dee's prostate, but when he did...
Below him Dee gasped and Ryo grinned. Gotcha.
He started a punishing pace, slamming into Dee and hitting his prostate with every stroke. Dee, in turn, cried out and pushed bck hard against Ryo, hishand going between his legs to work his hard erect cock.
Ryo reached down to fondle Dee's balls and found them tight against his body. Dee was close. Very close.
He reached down to pull Dee up flush against his body, feeling himself go deeper into Dee's body and watch as his lover semi-frantically rode him. Ryo could see the sweet agony of being right on the edge but fighting against it on Dee's face. He kissed the shell of Dee's ear. "Let go, Love."
"No!" came the faint protest. "You... first!"
Ryo forced Dee back over, his face in the pillows. He sped up his thrusts, close himself, as one hand snaked around to help stroke Dee, the other hand firmly on Dee's back. "Cum, Dee," he ordered, leaning over a bit to whisper to his lover. "Show me how much you love it when I fuck your brains out."
Dee's cries were muffled by the pillow as he came, semen spilling over both their hands. Ryo grinned to himself as he enjoyed the sensation of Dee's body spasaming around him. Dee really liked two things in bed--a good hard fuck and Ryo talking dirty.
The older man groaned as one final thrust pushed him over the edge and he came, spilling deep into Dee and flooeded the man with his essence. He almost collapsed onto Dee but managed to pull them both on their sides, spooning Dee up against him, both of them breathing heavily.
Ryo showered the back of Dee's neck with feather-soft kisses as he stroked his hand up and down Dee's hip. "Love you--so much--more than anything--" the blonde managed between kisses and heaving breaths, the two of them slipping into peaceful sleep.
---
Ryo awoke to the sensation of someone stroking him. He moved his arm to do the same to Dee, but couldn't find his lover.
It was then that he noticed that he was flat on his back.
He groaned and arched up into Dee's hand, signaling that he was awake. He felt Dee remove his hand and sleepily moaned at the loss.
Dark eyes flew open, however, when he felt Dee sink down onto his cock. Dee's beautiful skin was flushed and sweaty, the setting sun turning it a beautiful burnished bronze color. Ryo couldn't help but run his hands over Dee's flat abs and up to his chest.
Dee threw his head back as he rode Ryo, tempting Ryo to sit up and kiss his lover's neck. Ryo's hands went down to grab Dee's hips, urging him on as he met his dark-haired lover thrust for thrust. Ryo's lips devoured Dee's neck as the two slowly made love. Ryo leaned forward, forcing Dee onto his back, the dark head hanging over the edge of the bed. Ryo craddled Dee's head in his hands, watching his lover bounce around slightly.
Since he was still groggy from being awoken, Ryo didn't have as strong a hold on his control as usual and came first, panting against Dee's neck. The sudden unexpected pressure of his lover's spurt inside him pushed Dee over the edge and he coated their stomachs with cum.
They sleepily wiped each other down and crawled back up to the pillows, Ryo cradling Dee gently in his arms. Just as they were about to fall asleep again, Dee looked up at Ryo. "baby?"
"Hmn?" the blonde replied sleepily, running a hand over Dee's shoulders.
"Never leave me?"
Ryo opened his eyes. His lover was apparently going through an insecure phase and Ryo pressed a kiss to his lover's forehead. "Never."
"Promise?"
"Promise, Love. Promise."