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Tsukasa's voice was the most delightful sound to Rui's ears.
To others, it was too loud or obnoxious at worst - and enthusiastic at best. His voice had a certain spunk, with conviction in the way he pronounced certain words, and of course, he was always one for small noises. It was something Rui took notice of as quickly as the first day they had ever practiced together. It seemed to him that Tsukasa had a lovely habit of muttering "nh" or gasping "hah?" or making other sounds which he could only describe as "Tsukasa noises." (Not to be mistaken with "Emu language" of course, which was an entirely different dialect and step-up from "Tsukasa noises" altogether, and was something he quickly picked up on. "Emu language" was better separated due to it's obviousness, but now he was just going on a mind tangent.)
On this note, when he and Tsukasa had sex (which was about once a week, twice a week on laxer times, and sometimes even none depending on shows [Rui marked the days on a pocket calendar for fun, so he had some sizable statistics and a few months to gather the data],) the aforementioned "Tsukasa noises" came with it. Rui was already one of Tsukasa's voices' biggest fans (he wasn't sure if he could exactly beat Saki's standing at least), so when he had the opportunity to hear Tsukasa's beautiful moans and sighs of erotic pleasure, it always made him even more rearing than he was.
Fufu, can you blame me for being so rough, Tsukasa-kun? Your noises right now are 100% mine.
It was thoughts like this that ran through his head whenever he was relentlessly pounding into Tsukasa's welcoming pussy, and encouraged him to go, at the very least, two rounds every single time. Tsukasa always had a lot of stamina, Rui knew that, but he didn't always have the will to continue past the first round - for one reason or another. Rui was greedy, certainly, but he never pushed past some pleading eyes and very, very soft guilt-tripping (just enough to voice, yes, he wanted to continue, but not at Tsukasa's expense).
Today was one of those days. Tsukasa's loud, shrill moan filled Rui's room to the ceiling, reverbing past the walls, as his arms linked tightly around Rui's neck. Rui accompanied such a delightful sound with his own groan of release. As the two of them rode down their climax together, Rui managed his strength to sit up, seeing Tsukasa laid on the couch, legs as open as possible, pussy clogged with his dick.
"Hah... ah... Rui...," It was a whine, another one of those sweet sounds. He watched as Tsukasa's vision cleared, and those sunset eyes trailed to his torso, and the place the two were still connected. "A-Ahh...! Okay, okay... you can pull out..."
Rui stared. Tsukasa stared back. Except Rui's eyes were fixated on the connection between pussy and dick, and less so on Tsukasa's face - something Tsukasa took quick noticed of, his own cheeks growing red, "Ruiii... what are you doing...! We both- uh, well, we obviously both... we both- ough, you know! Okay, stop staring, out out!"
"Ah, wait... Tsukasa, stop moving, can I see something?" Rui asked, intrigued, with a new idea brewing in his head. Tsukasa seemed to get the quick impression that whatever Rui was up to, it was no good - to which Rui followed up to reassure that it wasn't the worst thing. "It will be quick and painless, promise! I just want to see something."
"Painless?! It better be!" Tsukasa hmphed, staying in his position. This was an indication to Rui that he indeed had permission, and he could only giggle as he began to execute his plan. His palms found support on Tsukasa's waist as he slowly (but not painfully slow) pulled out of Tsukasa's hole - something Tsukasa jumped to assume he was doing to get a quick reaction. "Eh, Rui...!"
"Shhh, Tsukasa, trust me," Rui reassured, in a quiet and soothing tone. It seemed to work to calm Tsukasa's nerves, because he fell quiet to protesting as Rui was slowly exiting. The only sounds he let out were small whimpers at the slowing emptiness. Fufu, so cute.
When Rui's full length finally left Tsukasa's folds, it was an absolutely spectacular sight that Rui was usually too fucked-out to appreciate. Multiple trails of slick were attached to his shaft and head as it pulled away, giving off a glistening and shiny appearance; Tsukasa's folds slowly curled back into their resting state, as if clamming up shyly now that they were at his attention. And as a few seconds of emptiness passed by, soon came Rui's release, slowly trickling out - a steady but sure secretion of his fluids from Tsukasa's hole. It left Rui speechless. Even Tsukasa's genitals were capable of putting on a spectacular show.
"Ah... as expected of a future star like yourself, Tsukasa-kun...," It must have come out instinctively, because Tsukasa made another one of his little noises at the comment.
"Eh-? What is?"
"Oh... fufu, it's nothing."
And so they cleaning begun, and soon enough, both Tsukasa and Rui were prepared for bed (Tsukasa had decided earlier he'd take it upon himself to stay at Rui's place if he was feeling exhausted after their little love-making session, and it seemed such became true). Tsukasa clearly had no issue with getting to sleep, having knocked out as soon as he got comfortable enough, but in the dead of the night and with Tsukasa cuddling up against his collarbone, there was one thing that persisted enough in Rui's mind to keep him awake.
Tsukasa's pussy... was such a wonderful sight.
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It wasn't that bad at first.
Both of them agreed they wanted to sleep together that day because they both knew they would have no time or energy to do it again until roughly a week after. The show they were planning for those days needed meticulous attention to detail from Rui, and the old language of the character Tsukasa was playing required him to put in more effort than usual to not only remember, but to sound realistic. Thus, it was a mutual agreement by both of them that they'd fuck out all of their libido and cuddle so their desires would not get in the way of their performance.
Rui didn't think much of it the day after. During class, which he had relatively zero interest in, he zoned out and thought about the wonderful sight of Tsukasa's pussy; the sound it made when he exited and the strings of cum-laden slick. Does it always look that beautiful after I cum inside? No... it looks beautiful even if I don't cum inside, that I'm certain of. After all, Tsukasa-kun gets very wet after I do it with him... cum or not, the mosaic it makes is undeniable.
And during practice that day, his mind was mostly focused on all of the technical aspects of their next play - except, during down periods, when the performance was not at the front of his mind, Tsukasa's pussy was. When Tsukasa called break, it was like a switch had been flipped from flamethrowers and mechanical robots to Tsukasa's pants-trapped treasure. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice, even with Rui's trailing eyes, and instead Emu offered to share some candy with them all, which at least broke his lingering stare.
Two days.
It should've gone away, mostly, by now. Any thoughts of Tsukasa in a sexual manner at this point should have been brief and fleeting, but no. Rui was still hooked on that awfully vivid image of pulling out, being able to replay the sound in his head, everything from Tsukasa's little whimper to his folds curling back into place. It was all so much, for something, in it's essence, so mundane. Ah, but it's Tsukasa-kun, so of course it isn't that mundane at all, isn't it?
He tried not to let it worry him. It was normal, right? After all, he loved Tsukasa more than himself, and his body was nothing but a shining beacon of beauty. He was also a hormonal teenager, so of course that sort of thing would stick to his head. Hm, but it's not normal for me... Was what Rui contradicted himself with. Sometimes, he couldn't help but think he was always at ends with his own thought process. Fufu, what am I even trying to do? Make myself feel better for thinking about my own boyfriend's vagina?
Three days.
It was still there. Now it was bothersome, because just hugging Tsukasa goodbye and getting a whiff of his scent was enough to jumpstart his dick into thinking, oh, are we about to fuck again? Will I be able to see that glorious sight? And Rui was forced to walk home with an awkward semi-mast boner, covering his crotch casually with his performance coat so that Nene wouldn't question whatever was going on down there.
She seemed to have some sort of indication something was on Rui's mind, and probed for an answer casually, but judging by Rui's quick, casual, but somewhat nervous response, she decided it was likely not something that was a big deal, "Still... if you have something on your mind, Rui, don't be afraid to share." Her sentiment was so kind and pure, which only made Rui feel worse that this was all because he couldn't stop thinking about Tsukasa's pussy.
He rubbed one out that night. Maybe he was just a little bit horny still, maybe he wanted a round two but didn't know it when he and Tsukasa slept together three days ago? But even when he touched himself, a semi-lewd picture of Tsukasa pulled up on his phone screen (Tsukasa had given it to him some time ago after losing to a bet, something he cherished and treasured dearly for times like this), it was not enough. His eyes scrolled through pictures where Tsukasa's waist was in frame, and just stared, stared, stared. Perhaps it'll go away by tomorrow.
Four days.
Nothing. In fact, it seemed like it was getting worse, because now whenever he remembered the sight, his dick twitched and his mouth got dry. Now, it was more than just the sounds, sight and smell - it was also the taste and touch. He hadn't even given Tsukasa cunnilingus those four days ago, but somehow, his mouth was craving the slot of Tsukasa's genitals against his tongue, and he found himself staring at his own fingers occasionally, curling them back and forth in the motion he knew Tsukasa liked from previous experiences.
This is troublesome... why can't I get it out of my head? Rui thought to himself, after another successful day of practice. Tsukasa was bidding farewell to Nene and Emu, who decided they were going to do some additional practice at Emu's place. Ah, maybe... I've just been craving some more intimate time than this... a cuddle session perhaps?
"Tsukasa-kun," Rui called out, garnering Tsukasa's attention. "Could I come over to your place today?"
"Hm? Why? Are you struggling with your lines?"
"Ah, no, it isn't that... but... I found myself wanting to be cuddled by Tsukasa-kun~" He threw it out casually, to make it seem like it wasn't as big of a deal as it actually was. This seemed to evade Tsukasa's senses, especially after Rui threw his arms around his shoulders, taking it upon himself to start the cuddling process. "And I'd like some kisses too, pretty please~"
"Eh... haha, why didn't you just say so! The both of us have been working extremely hard for the performance in a couple days. And, plus! Cuddles should not be a reward, but supplementary! As your dedicated and beloved actor and boyfriend, of course I'm more than willing to fulfill this request!" And just like that, Tsukasa was wrapping his arms back around Rui and kissing his jaw.
Ah, so maybe it was this? Am I just touch-starved from my beloved Tsukasa? Surely, that was...
No. Because that evening while in the Tenma kitchen while helping Tsukasa make dinner for the two of them, he was still so, so plagued by it. So much to the point where Rui's eyes kept trailing down to Tsukasa's butt and thighs, and this time, he was caught, "OI! Rui! What are you doing looking at those places!"
"Ahh, Tsukasa-kun!" Quick, come up with an excuse. "So mean to me, is it really that bad that I want to admire my boyfriend's features? Ah... could it be that... Tsukasa-kun wants me to stop gazing at him like he's the world's brightest star...? Oh, I can do that if you want, Tsukasa-kun, but it'll be awfully hard since I already see you as so amazing... but-"
"Stop, stop stop stop! Okay, I get it, you were just... a-admiring my body, sure! You don't have to try and guilt trip me!" Tsukasa cried, face flushed and his palm smacking Rui's shoulder. Ah, good, good. It worked. "Now, I'm going to pour the alfredo sauce into the pasta. Rui, can you hold the pot still and mix it while I'm pouring?"
Easy enough instructions by Rui's standards, of course, so he was in full agreement. Tsukasa did just as he said, using both hands to pour the white sauce into the pot of pasta, Rui using one of his own hands to mix as he did so. And yet...
Oh. It sounds just like... And the feeling shot right back into his crotch. His eyes stared at the food as more alfredo sauce was being added, his arm robotically stirring, continuing to make that sound which sounded so close to the thing that had been stuck on his mind for the past few days. The color is a little bit off too, but in general, it stimulates my senses similarly to how Tsukasa's pussy does... ah, if I managed to make Tsukasa-kun really wet, I wonder if it'd sound just like this when I use my dick to churn his insides...? Just like how this spatula is right now...
"RUI!" And his focus was broken, head whipping to Tsukasa who had just finished pouring the rest of the sauce, eagerly putting the pot back down on the stove. "Why are you drooling? Are you that hungry?"
Drooling? He raised his wrist to his mouth, wiping at his own chin. Oh. He was drooling. Had he done that in the middle of his daydream about getting cozy with Tsukasa's intimates? How did he not notice, anyways! "A-Ah, yes, I am, actually. It's just that the pasta looks so appealing, Tsukasa-kun... thank you for the meal."
Usually when he came up with an excuse like that, Tsukasa would brush it aside, but there was a furrow in his brow and a look in his eye that said oh, there is definitely something up with him, "Rui... are you sure? You looked really dazed. You haven't been pushing yourself too hard for the show, have you? You know how bad it is if you don't take care of yourself! We can't lose our director on opening night!"
"Ah, Tsukasa-kun, I assure you, it's nothing! Why, I'm just starving. Let's eat, shall we?" It seemed this wasn't enough, or Tsukasa wasn't convinced, because the blonde continued to stare with a concerned expression. "Tsukasa-kun? Oh, are you waiting for me to starve right here on the spot...?! Ahhh, Tsukasa-kun! How could you be so cruel... just witnessing my own starvation with your very own eyes... ahhh..."
"HUH?! No, no, it's not like that! Stop being dramatic, you know that's not what I'm doing!" Tsukasa scolded. Rui couldn't help but chuckle. Tsukasa was always easy to get a reaction out of. Ah, maybe this is really what I needed, just some alone time to be next to Tsukasa-kun, and- "... Rui... are you... hard???"
Busted.
"Hard? Ah, you mean-" He was sure he wasn't that hard, it was literally just alfredo sauce and pasta. But as his eyes met the same place on his crotch that Tsukasa was staring at, it revealed itself to be that much worse. There was an undeniable bulge where his dick would be resting, carved out by the fabric and accentuated by the shadows. Caught. Severe and utterly caught. "...Ah, well, this..."
"Um... do you need... help?" Was what Tsukasa said, and Rui's eyes trailed back up to Tsukasa's own, shocked at even the existence of the proposition. "Rui, if you've been pent up this badly, you could have just said so... I know we agreed to do it and get all our... y-y'know, out, but it can't be helped sometimes!"
"Tsukasa-kun..." He was always so understanding, wasn't he?
"So... if you need me to help you, please don't hesitate to ask! I'll do any- well... most things you ask me within reason!" As courageous as Tsukasa was trying to come off, the stutter and his red-faced cheeks weren't doing a spectacular job at making him look completely unashamed. "What is it this time, then? Come, I encourage you even to request something of me! ... Within reason! Within reason, Rui, keep that in mind!"
Anything within reason, was it?
"Tsukasa-kun... could you... show me your pussy again?"
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"R-Ruiii... when I said, you can request something of me... I-I didn't think that it would be something this... this..."
"Oya? But Tsukasa-kun! You said 'anything within reason' - so why are you acting so embarrassed? I mean, you're already presented all for me right now, after all..."
And it was true. The blonde was laid on his bed, back relaxing on his mattress, with only his pants and underwear off - the rest was a lovely sight of the part that Rui only had the fortune of fantasizing about for the last couple of days. It was the piece of art, the dream, and the thing that haunted every part of his brain - and it was sitting there innocently right in front of him, as if it was not guilty of all of those things. Tsukasa tried to contradict his statement, coming up with some messy excuse about how Rui was being embarrassing, but his words didn't effect him at all.
"I've been thinking about this for a long time, you know."
"Huh?"
"Just..." He begun, slowly approaching Tsukasa's privates and placing his index and middle finger on the outer lips. It was an innocent enough touch, almost like he was simply inspecting it for any signs of hurt (funny enough, Tsukasa flinched as he did so, but Rui knew well it had nothing to do with pain). "Do you remember a few days ago, when I asked to watch while I pulled it out...?"
"Erm... yeah, I... I do remember that." It seemed provoking this memory out of the other was flustering, because Tsukasa couldn't bare to look Rui's direction as he said so. "Rui, don't tell me it's all you've been able to think about."
"But Tsukasa-kun... you caught me red-handed. It's really, really all I've been able to think about. Just now, with the pasta... while you were pouring it, I confess, I couldn't..." Rui trailed off, looking at Tsukasa for some sort of continuation so he didn't have to say anything else. Tsukasa only glanced back at him, waiting for him to continue. (Was this what it was like when Rui did the same to him?) "... I really couldn't get you out of my mind, Tsukasa-kun."
"Eh... I don't see how pasta has to do with me!" Tsukasa claimed, shaking his head. "But, um... pasta and whatever aside... you're free to... do whatever you want to relieve yourself! How could a future star like me let you just suffer silently like that?! In fact... how did I not even notice! It isn't befitting behavior - and, Rui, you should have said something earlier! You know I have no issues helping you out! Especially as your boyfriend."
Even though his pussy was on full display, and he was holding his legs up by the inner knees, Tsukasa was still trying to reprimand him. Cute. Rui thought, with a nod and a grateful smile curling onto his lips, before simmering into one that was more thoughtful about what he exactly wanted to do now that Tsukasa was basically offering himself on a silver platter. Rui's fingers made small rubbing motions as he pondered in silence, his eyes trailing from Tsukasa's face down to his folds, and almost instinctively, he watched for any signs of wetness.
Tsukasa's pussy was at a prominent blush at all times. It was soft and plush to the touch at the outer lips, and when he took the initiative to open it up, it was a deeper pink and glistening. A bit deeper of a pink than Tsukasa's nipples, that much Rui took to mind, but nonetheless, a really cute sight. In fact, Rui would call the shade something akin to the adorable peach hue that crept on Tsukasa's hair. His middle finger sunk down, not inside of Tsukasa, but enough so it was enveloped by the draping and enough to the point he could tell there was some semblance of liquid.
"R-Rui... don't just stay quiet, tell me what you're going to do to me..."
Ah, right, Tsukasa-kun. "Fufu, sorry, Tsukasa-kun... I found myself entranced again. Do you realize what a beautiful sight it is? How about I tell you all about it?"
Tsukasa's face burned red at this proposition, "I-I don't need that level of detail! But, still... what... exactly is so appealing about it, anyways?"
Rui could tell by the look on Tsukasa's face and tone that it was a genuine question. Well, I suppose it's Tsukasa-kun... he's able to talk big about the things he knows he's good at, but when it comes to a part like this... he can't really see it so readily, can he? Rui's position shifted from in between Tsukasa's legs to beside him, resting on his side to get in a more comfortable position. Tsukasa instinctively scooted closer, still on his back. Cute. "Well, you see, Tsukasa-kun... it's only so appealing in the first place because it belongs to you. I couldn't ever feel this way if it was just any other pussy."
"R-Right. And I hope not... but- ah!" His words were interrupted by the insertion of Rui's middle finger fully, having become wet enough that all it took was a simple slide. Rui watched Tsukasa bite his lower lip to brace himself, and could feel his inconsistent clenching against his digit. Cute, cute, cute... "... but... I just... don't understand, it's just my..."
"Tsukasa-kun, it's because it's your pussy, don't you see?" Rui cooed as he leaned closer to Tsukasa's ear, kissing the lobe and pressing tenderly onto the skin. He could feel Tsukasa shiver at the small act of affection, as Rui found that one finger was simply not enough of a stretch; a second slid in just as easily as the first, now stretching and inspecting Tsukasa's insides at a more effective pace. "Hahhh, Tsukasa-kun... it's so wet and cute here..."
And just like four days ago, Tsukasa was back making those cute Tsukasa noises that Rui flourished in; and not only this, the sounds of Tsukasa's pussy rubbing back and forth in between his fingers, the sound of the wetness, and the touch of what Rui could only describe as absolute heaven was quite literally at his fingertips. Tsukasa let out mewls and soft pants, soft "Rui"s at his dexterous affection, to which Rui could only kiss the side of his head and comfort him with praise such as, "What a good boy you are, Tsukasa-kun... you're getting so adorable and wet for me, fufu..."
When Tsukasa had more spunk in him, he would usually take the initiative to fight back and say that Rui was being embarrassing, but it seemed this was one of the days where Tsukasa could do nothing but rub himself against Rui's collarbone and take whatever Rui decided to impose on him. Ah, Tsukasa-kun's so cute right now... I really might die out of happiness...
Rui's fingers continued to prod at his insides incessantly, the soft moans of Tsukasa keeping quiet enough to conceal from traveling throughout the Tenma house (part of the reason they usually did it at Rui's place was due to Tsukasa's very damning open bedroom), until Tsukasa's own fingers were reaching up onto Rui's shirt, clawing and clinging as if bracing himself to come down from the high he was creeping up on.
"Ah, Rui... R-Ruiiii...!"
"My star, let's see how far you can reach right now... come, come - come for me."
It was soft and comforting and just what Tsukasa needed to tumble over the edge as Rui's fingers scissored him relentlessly and his palm rubbed on his sensitive clit; his voice, honey against Tsukasa's sense of sound. And suddenly, everything was coming up on his womb all at once, and Rui could feel the effects - suddenly, his fingers and palm had become much, much wetter than before. A curious glance downwards, and a deep, vertical, wet stain onto the sheets was all Rui needed to understand what had happened.
"Ah, Tsukasa-kun...! I didn't know you could do-" And his sentence was interrupted as his gaze fell onto the fucked-out Tsukasa, his tongue lolled and his face deep in a blush, panting softly as he did his best to return to earth. Rui's attention was immediately caught, his lips already on Tsukasa's cheeks and corners of his lips. "Ah, Tsukasa-kun... so cute... this is the first time you've squirted, I think... you're so beautiful..."
Tsukasa let out a soft, yet high pitched noise, something Rui took akin to a response. Moving from his comfortable position of laying beside Tsukasa, he slotted himself back in between his legs, clothed erection landing perfectly between the two folds and just kissing Tsukasa's clit, "Tsukasa-kun, is it okay if I take care of myself too? I don't know if you've taken any contraceptives, so I'll stay out for now."
The blonde's hazy eyes met Rui's, sending a heartbeat down into his chest. Tsukasa-kun just never ceases to be so beautiful, does he? "Mh... okay, okay... can I touch it a little too...?"
"Ah? You want to help, Tsukasa-kun?" It was a genuine surprise. Tsukasa was not the sort to go ahead and ask Rui something like that, but he supposed he was experiencing some post-orgasm euphoria. In fact, Tsukasa even smiled and nodded, so cute and sweet, enough that Rui almost didn't feel like jacking his erection off and instead cuddling him to bits. "Alright... I'm in your care, my star."
Rui pulled the waistband of his pants down, revealing his mast and allowing it to slap against the wet surface of Tsukasa's privates (cue a Tsukasa noise, and a huff of arousal from Rui). Tsukasa heaved up into a sitting position, inadvertently allowing his clit to rub against Rui's shaft, and corrected his pose. His eyes stayed focused on Rui's dick, as his fingers wrapped around the base, before lifting and meeting Rui's own.
"Here... I'll start stroking now..." Tsukasa mumbled, following up with his promise - Rui sighed with closed eyes, pleasured, as his fingers begun to stroke and his palm twisted over his glands. "Rui... I... how long have you been thinking about this? About me?"
Rui licked his lips, opening his eyelids again to meet Tsukasa's gaze - now he was the one hazy, drunk on the affection that Tsukasa was giving with his own hands, "You're... always on my mind."
"Corny... you know what I mean..." It was teasing, but it was in all senses lighthearted, because the smile on Tsukasa's face was so full of love and affection for his boyfriend, that Rui could feel it burrowing into his very soul. Ah, it really isn't just Tsukasa-kun's pussy... but it's everything about Tsukasa-kun, isn't it? Tsukasa-kun... you really do torment me. But I suppose I wouldn't have it any other way than this.
"It's just... - hahh - mh..." He fumbled over his next few words, the feeling of Tsukasa's fingers against his erection fully sinking in as his forehead dipped, resting on Tsukasa's shoulder. Really, Tsukasa-kun... how is it possible for a person like me to feel this good? And how is it possible a person like me could receive such lovely treatment by someone amazing like you? These are words Rui wished he could say, but could only come out as erotic pants. "Tsukasa-kun... I love you, I love you... hahhah, I can feel my dick hit your clit every time you stroke it like that, you know?"
Tsukasa paused for a moment as he registered Rui's words (he didn't want to leave Tsukasa's shoulder, so he made the assumption Tsukasa was double-checking his claim and was undoubtedly correct), "D-Don't point it out so bluntly..."
"Fufu, it's true - hah, my future star..." And that's when Rui's head lifted, finally, to meet Tsukasa's eyes, scooting closer so he could touch Tsukasa a bit in return. A Tsukasa noise from his star, but no words of resistance. It must mean he wants me as badly as I want him. "Feel good, my love...?"
"Ye-Yehs, hah..." Tsukasa's voice, usually so loud of exuberant, was now breathy and quiet as Rui gently rubbed his lips again. His rocking back and forth implied Rui should have gone faster, and he complied - similarly, Rui couldn't help move his own lips to encourage faster hand motions. A telltale sign of approaching orgasm on both parties, Tsukasa's eyes met Rui's as he pouted. "Kiss... c-can I have -?"
Rui couldn't even find room to respond. As soon as it was asked of him, his lips dove to meet Tsukasa to meet in a messy make out, the both of their hands losing rhythm as they begun to accelerate in their motions. Tsukasa was reduced to small whines and, when their lips would allow it, huffing Rui's name, and Rui was just the same with Tsukasa's. Ah, really... becoming this undone by Tsukasa-kun, I wonder if he knows just how much he has control over me, too.
As they tumbled over the edge, Rui could practically feel Tsukasa tremble on his fingers - although this time, not as wet as the first. Strings of Rui's cum landed over Tsukasa's crotch to make an even messier mosaic than before, the liquid painting his carved out hills. This, however, did not catch Rui's attention immediately, the both of them still deep in their make-out, their heads still clouded with the visions of each other. Come a few moments, Rui's eyes trailed down to their kissing genitalia. It was immediately like the last time.
"Tsukasa-kun," Rui breathed. "Can you lay down? I want to see something."
"Ah... i-is it the same as the last time?" Tsukasa's voice was lighthearted, just shy of a laughter. "O-Okay, Rui."
Surprisingly compliant, but perhaps he was experiencing another post-orgasm high, or perhaps Tsukasa had gotten some sort of subconscious message that Rui had no intention of exerting his more dominant habits (this time). In fact, he seemed so confident in this that when his back hit the mattress again, his legs went with his chest; hands slotted behind his knees, only revealing more of his hole to his beloved director.
Embarrassing... Rui could practically hear Tsukasa mumble, and looked to his expression to see any sort of fluster. The only traces on such on his star's face was his rosy cheeks from the activity before. Ah, I really am... so lucky.
Calloused fingers trailed to Tsukasa's crotch, index and middle rubbing the moist area. It was shocking to Rui how easy it was to mix, the trails of his seed with Tsukasa's cumshot and the insanely wet traces of his fold that only continued to leak out as Rui observed it's habits. It was a texture that Rui couldn't compare to anything, something that belonged only to the two of them. Pads of his fingers swirled to rub his milky ropes against Tsukasa's most outer folds, eliciting some quiet Tsukasa noises. It was a glorious sight. It was a masterpiece. It was a show that could not have been performed by anybody but the both of them.
"Rui..." Tsukasa gently called out, an honest attempt to get his attention. "You're drooling."
"Ah? Am I? Again?" He was. His free hand touched his chin, wiping some of his saliva before wiping all of it. It was the perfect excuse for using that hand to only add more fluids into the sight in front of him. "Thank you."
"Rui... you still didn't answer my question - hah ... why...? What's so..."
"In a way that Tsukasa-kun can understand, this is something that belongs to the both of us, no? While other people can witness you becoming a star on stage - and I will do everything in my capability to make sure you perform to this level - I can witness your beauty in a different fashion than anyone else in the world." A soft smile. "I understand you might think it's unconventional, but... I-"
"No! No... that makes perfect sense," Tsukasa huffed. His gentle expression melted into a perfect smile. One that pierced Rui's heart. One that belonged only to Rui.
"It's the same for me... because... o-only the director's brightest star deserves to receive the director's cum as a reward, right?"
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Gratefully, the show a couple days later went without a hitch, and to celebrate, WonderlandsxShowtime decided to dine out all together. As soon as each member was situated at their table, and the food came served hot and ready, Nene gazed at Rui's meal of choice.
"I can't believe you specifically asked them to take out the broccoli in that pasta." It was an attempt to lightheartedly jab at him, something Rui only chuckled at in response. "Now it's just a mountain of alfredo sauce... doesn't it bother your palette...?"
"Well, I'm not here to criticize your choice of food, am I, Nene? Plus, I've seen the broccoli here. Pure evil...! For some reason, they must take extra care of the vegetables. They look so much greener and so much more capable of sending me to the emergency room!" Rui whined, and here came Tsukasa piping in from next to him.
"Oi, that just means that they're even better than usual, not the opposite! Here, I'll share some of the carrots from my plate with you, Rui."
"Nooooo!"
"WAHHH! Wait, if you feed Rui-kun those carrots... what if he actually goes to the hospital?! Noooo! Don't do it, Tsukasa-kun!" Emu complained, defending Rui's honor. Tsukasa began to argue back, clearly not understanding why Emu was taking Rui's side to all of this nonsense. Rui and Nene, meanwhile, could only laugh in response to the continued chastising that Tsukasa could never seem to escape from.
The director's eyes trailed down to his meal. It was a piping hot alfredo pasta, not unlike the one he had a few days ago. It seemed Tsukasa didn't register the correlation between him ordering the meal and what had happened (perhaps he had forgotten all about it once they shared intimate time). That was likely for the best, anyhows.
As Rui used his fork to grab a bite-size of the pasta, it sloshed around, making a sound akin to what he was oh so haunted by before the show. But this time, finally, he could be relieved by any reminder of what his boyfriend could control him with, and he could finally enjoy his meal in peace. As the arguing between Tsukasa and Emu died down, and the trope began to enjoy their actual meals, Rui could feel Tsukasa's gaze over his shoulder.
A laugh.
"Don't go thinking anything naughty until we're finished with our meals, okay?"
Rui sputtered. Nene's eyebrows raised. And Emu was the only one who could even dare to ask what Tsukasa meant. And this, in turn, again, was just enough to make his dick peek once more.
Tsukasa was going to be the death of him, whether Tsukasa knew he was doing so or not.