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