Misaki's excitement was impossible to ignore, the boy responding to Ryuto's touch in much the same way he was reacting to Misaki's. As Misaki's teeth grazed over Ryuto's skin, he couldn't help but wish that he had bitten him a little bit harder...maybe not enough to draw blood, though maybe that would be okay too. It would be nice to have a mark inflicted on him by Misaki, instead of just the ones he had done to himself. He smiled as Misaki went to roll out the futon, watching as the bed was quickly set up and then Misaki would come back to press himself against Ryuto. He would grind his hips against Ryuto's, both of them now very aware of one another's arousal if they hadn't been already. He felt as Misaki buried his face in his neck, Ryuto gently lifting him and laying him down on the bed with Ryuto's knees on either side of Misaki's hips, their fronts currently still pressed against one another, which was causing a little wetness in the linen pants that Ryuto was wearing. He would kiss Misaki once more on the lips, then the neck and collarbone once more. He would look up as he kissed his way down the boy's front, kissing along his chest and his abdomen, each stop of his lips leaving a small sweet kiss that would stay with the boy.

Ryuto had never personally done anything like this, and he was fairly sure that Misaki hadn't either, but he wanted to make sure that Misaki would enjoy it. He wasn't sure what he was going to do at first, but he had decided he would simply allow his body to take over and hope for the best. As he made his way down Misaki's body, his lips would become aligned with the boys hardened front, placing a small kiss on the jeans before looking up to Misaki once more with a cheeky half smile on his face. "Trust me Misaki, you'll enjoy this." His words were soft like a whisper as his teeth would take the zipper of the jeans and slide it down, one step closer to exposing Misaki to the elements, and of course to Ryuto, who had been fantasizing about this moment since they had first met. His fingers would work their way around the button of the jeans, and he would loop his thumbs into the belt loops, sliding them off as he did so in what Ryuto had hoped would be a fairly easy motion, though of course things never quite went the way you envisioned them in your head. It was surprisingly difficult to pull off someone's jeans when you were crouched on top of them, and Ryuto would have to maneuver himself to get them off, the entire thing feeling a little awkward as he would go. He would end up pulling Misaki's undershorts off in this motion as well, not necessarily having meant to but also not complaining as he finally got a proper view at Misaki.

Though his eyes were drawn clearly towards Misaki's member, he couldn't help but to notice the scars on the boy's inner thighs. he could feel the red in his face shifting, the gentle warmth of blush being replaced by the red hot of anger. He couldn't imagine who could do such a thing to such a beautiful and perfect boy, someone who Ryuto loved with all of his heart. He didn't know who would do it, but he certainly knew what he would do to them if he found them, the thought of him taking out a kunai after getting them stuck in a genjutsu that allowed them to feel all outside stimuli but not move, as he would systematically begin to cut them, slicing below the skin line in ways that he would be able to completely remove the person's skin. He could hear their screams and their begging for him to kill them instead, which he wouldn't allow them the satisfaction of death. A lifetime of suffering wasn't punishment enough for what they had done to Misaki, and he would ensure that they would get just that...

Misaki let Ryuto carry him to the bed. He giggled, his mind briefly wandering to fantasies of weddings bells and being carried bridal style past the building exit. He knew he was getting ahead of himself. He was only fifteen, after all. They were little more than children, despite what they had both been through. "I love you," he said with a smile. Misaki sat up briefly so that he could press his lips to Ryuto's. Misaki let him trail kisses down his chest and stomach, enjoying the feeling of love and intimacy.

Once he realized what the other boy was planning, he wanted to tell Ryuto to stop, but the words wouldn't come out. He covered his face with his palms. Considering the situation, it wouldn't have been strange for Ryuto to mistake his panic for embarrassment. His breathing became heavy and labored. His body screamed at him to run away, to find somewhere to hide, but his limbs wouldn't respond. He trusted Ryuto with all of his body and soul, but this was far too overwhelming for him. This went beyond simple embarrassment. It was raw fear that old memories would resurface.

The scars on his right thigh were perfectly lined with his femoral artery, precise and calculated. They made it easy to tell that the person who had inflicted them had medical training of some kind. Unlike the other markings all over his body, these had not been intended to punish or cause pain. Their purpose had been far more sinister. Every three days, he would be taken from his cage and placed on a stone slab in the middle of a dark room. The carvings in it led the trails of blood to a basin at its foot for easy collection. On several occasions, he thought he would finally die. He thought his master had become careless and bled him more than he had initially intended. In truth, he had hoped for it. More than once, he had begged for the sweet release of death and each time, it would never come. Instead, he would hear laughter. His pain and desperation had been nothing more than a joke.

On his left thigh was a brand, one that marked him as someone else's property. It had been burnt into his skin the first day he arrived at his master's estate. He still remembered the searing pain, the sound of his own screams. What he yelled, exactly, was a blur. He might have called out for his mother, he might have begged the people doing this to stop. The only thing he remembered clearly was the pain and desperation he had felt. He had been ten years old at the time.

On many nights, he relived the memories over and over again in his dreams. He woke up in a cold sweat to the sound of his own screams. His neighbors had grown used to it by now, to the point where they no longer asked him what was wrong or what had happened when he walked down the halls the following day.

"Please... don't..." He managed in a broken whisper. He didn't know what he wanted to ask of Ryuto. He was shaking faintly and trying desperately to regain his composure.

He could see panic on the boys face, the fear would be impossible to miss by most people. Ryuto knew that look very well, and it bothered him a little bit that whatever had happened to Misaki, it was bad enough to make him look so terrified. Ryuto didn't know what to do to stop the look on Misaki's face, as he wasn't someone who had ever been in this kind of situation before. He would calm back down, allowing the anger to leave him, and would instead look back up at Misaki. "Misaki...everything about you is beautiful..." His lips would gently graze one of the scars on Misaki's right thigh, hoping Misaki wouldn't attack him for doing so. He didn't know what to expect, but this was the thing that had come to his mind. Assuming he wasn't forced to stop he would continue. "You are absolutely perfect..." He would kiss the next scar, his fingers moving to gently caress Misaki's inner thigh as well, running over the scars as he kissed them. "And I love you how you are, scars and all..." His kisses were making their way towards Misaki's manhood along his thigh. "You are the love of my life..." He would kiss the last scar, only one more place to go now. His lips would move to hover above the tip of the boy's erect member, warm breath caressing the sensitive tip as Ryuto smiled, moving one of the hands that had been caressing his leg to gently trail down the warm shaft of Misaki's warmth, teasingly moving  down to the coin-purse that lay below and circling its contents before he spoke once more. "And I would never hurt you..."

His lips would lay one more soft kiss upon the tip of Misaki's penis, smiling as he did so. He would look down and focus more on what he had planned on doing, as opposed to looking up at Misaki and potentially doing something wrong. He had envisioned this day in his dreams quite often, occasionally the roles were reversed, but for some reason Ryuto always liked the idea of doing this for Misaki first. He would gently give another soft kiss just below the head and his tongue would gently brush salty precum off of Misaki's tip, his breathing gentle and rhythmic so that Misaki could feel every breath, and his fingers continuing to trail along Misaki's shaft. As Ryuto would continue to kiss lower and lower, not missing a single centimeter of Misaki's warmth, his fingers would move up, thumb teasingly running over his tip and slicking it with precum. When he made his way fully to the bottom of Misaki's shaft, licking the coin purse briefly, he would then make his way back up the boy's body, his legs moving with some assistance from one of his hands to remove his own pants and shorts, which again was a bit of a process, and exposing his erection to rest on Misaki's as he would move to kiss his soft lips once more.

"I love you so damned much Misaki, you don't know just how beautiful you are to me. You are the apple of my eye, and someone I Would be willing to die for, and who I would certainly kill for...you make me so happy, and I want to do the same for you..." His voice would trail off as he would smile and press his lips firmly to Misaki's, kissing him with a ravenous hunger this time. He couldn't help but think of taking Misaki's hard member into his mouth to make him feel good, but all good things take time, and he currently had to comfort the boy. Plus Ryuto had missed his lips against Ryuto's on, and Misaki's tongue dancing along his palate, and so he would wait, putting every feeling he had for Misaki into that kiss, into that moment...

Misaki flinched as Ryuto pressed his lips to his scar for the first time. He drew in a ragged breath. He needed to calm himself down. Ryuto would never hurt him. Ryuto would make sure that he felt safe, that no harm would ever come to him. He took another deep breath. He reached for Ryuto's hand with his own. He would lace their fingers together and hold on tightly. He needed something to ground himself in the moment, to keep his mind from drifting away into the darkest corners of his memories.

His panic would slowly fade, replaced by desire and excitement. He couldn't help how his body responded to Ryuto. The boy's teasing kisses drew a moan from Misaki's lips - not yet from pleasure, but from anticipation for what was to come.

He would have been lying if he said that he had never pictured this happening. Even before he had sorted out his feelings and realized his sexuality, Misaki had brief flashes, thoughts of Ryuto's naked body over his, much like right now. He had to say that reality was far better than any fantasy he could have thought of. The warmth of Ryuto's lips on his member, his tongue over sensitive skin - he wanted more, needed more. The sight of Ryuto's mouth on him only made it worse. He couldn't help but picture the boy taking all of him into his mouth, running his tongue repeatedly along the tip and swallowing after Misaki came. The thought alone drove him insane.

Misaki had to hold back the urge to thrust into Ryuto's mouth when the boy planted a kiss on his tip. He couldn't help the loud moan that escaped his lips when Ryuto's tongue licked away a drop of precum. He covered his face with his free hand, slightly mortified. It was soon forgotten, however, when the boy continued to kiss his shaft repeatedly. Misaki ran his fingers through the boy's silver locks of hair until Ryuto made his way back up his body, removing his pants and underwear along the way

Misaki bit his lower lip when he saw the rest of Ryuto's naked body. He took a deep breath. He needed to resit the urge to rush into things. He didn't want to ruin the moment by getting too impatient. Although, god, he wanted to touch Ryuto, press his lips to every inch of flesh and have his way with the other boy. "You... you're... wow," he managed, his eyes fixed on Ryuto. There was a sort of hunger behind them, one that Misaki was trying very hard to keep in check. "I love you so much."

Misaki kissed Ryuto back with as much fervor and desire. He ran his hands over the boy's back, resting them on his behind. He gripped Ryuto firmly, massaging the fleshy skin with calloused hands and pulling him closer so that he could grind himself against the other boy's member. He would moan into the kiss every time he repeated the movement. Once their lips parted, Misaki would kiss Ryuto's neck repeatedly. He couldn't resist the urge to bite into the soft flesh. He dug his teeth into the base of Ryuto's neck, hard enough to bruise. When he realized what he had just done, he would abruptly stop his movements. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" he began to apologize. It was amazing how quickly his confidence turned into insecurity.

Warmth was passing between them, making the warm days in Sunagakure much hotter, which was perfectly fine by Ryuto. It wasn't often he found himself without clothes, and he would likely not be happy if it was cool, though he was sure that Misaki's body pressing against his would help with that as well. When Misaki made his way to kiss Ryuto's neck he would smile softly, a soft moan escaping his lips when he felt his teeth sink into his flesh. He hadn't bitten hard enough to break flesh, which in Ryuto's opinion was unfortunate, though at the same time, he had wanted this anyway. "Mi-Misaki...bite harder next time..." He wouldn't accept the apology, as there was nothing to be sorry for. He liked the pain, it was one of the things that made him feel alive. He would kiss Misaki once more on the cheek, a hand moving down to his warmth once more and manipulating it teasingly against Ryuto's tight hole. He wasn't going to allow that to happen, not right now and not without any preperation, but he wanted him to feel his intent.

He would let go, moving back down to where he had been previously, once again kissing his way along his collar, chest, stomach, and this time when he got to Misaki's hard cock, he would look back up at him with a smile on his face before gently taking his tip into his mouth, gently suckling as his tongue would roll over the sensitive fleshy tip, like a lollipop. He would keep his eyes locked with Misaki's, a hand moving to caress the boy's member once more, stroking up and down the shaft as Ryuto worked the tip with his mouth. He would slowly, teasingly, begin to work his way lower into his mouth, bit by bit and slowly ensuring that he wouldn't try to take on too much at once. His tongue, again, would work its way around as well, attempting to cover as much of the boy's cock as he could, getting a taste for every bit of him. It was a little different from the way he had imagined it, the taste of sweaty flesh not necessarily as appealing as he wanted to believe in his dreams, though the feeling of pleasuring Misaki made up for all of that. It felt good to do these things, and he was enjoying each second of it, until he hit a problem. Misaki was a little bit too big for him to fully take into his mouth. He wanted to and he tried, but he kept meeting resistance with his throat, knowing the feeling of gagging when he felt it and making sure that he wouldn't cause an issue.

He wasn't going to admit defeat, and he also wasn't going to give up. If he couldn't take Misaki all the way into his maw, he would change his tactics instead, and do something that could potentially be considered using his bloodline to his advantage. He would activate his Sharingan, using the abilities of the eye to watch Misaki's reactions even closer and to ensure that he could see every twitch and response to his touch. He would use that to his advantage, and when he found something that Misaki would enjoy, he would keep pressing that. With his free hand he reached for a small bottle in the pocket of his cloak, which was within arms reach, the clear liquid in the bottle running onto his fingers as he pored it on. This was going to feel weird for Misaki, he knew it wouldn't hurt, not something so small, but he also knew that he would eventually love every second of it. The free hand would move to just underneath Misaki's balls, his index finger gently prodding Misaki's taint, slicking it up before sliding into him. He wouldn't go quickly, speed never helping with something like this, he would instead give Misaki's body a chance to react and adjust. As his finger slowly made its way into Misaki, he would notice his body language beginning to change. He would have smiled if his mouth wasn't full, but he did look up into Misaki's eyes, giving him a chance to see the Sharingan eye for the first time. He hoped it wouldn't bother him, but he imagined in such a position it would be hard to complain...

Hard to complain? Really? You're awful man, making puns with that guy's cock in your mouth. You should feel ashamed...but don't stop god damnit!

Sharingan Activated

Bite... harder? Ryuto wanted him to...? "Harder? I can do that," he said with a devilish smirk. He immediately went back to Ryuto's neck. His mouth hovered over the same spot as before. He sank his teeth in as hard as he could. The second he tasted blood, he would run his tongue over the small puncture wound, tasting copper in his mouth. He hoped the bite would leave a decent mark, one that would be clearly visible to anyone who glanced at Ryuto. This feeling was strange. He had never felt possessive over anything in his life. But with Ryuto, he wanted the boy to be his and no one else's.

The feeling of Ryuto's mouth on his length was overwhelming. His hands went automatically to the back of Ryuto's head. He couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips into the boy's mouth. For a moment, he thought about fucking into Ryuto's mouth. The fantasy alone was enough to make his cock twitch inside his mouth. He would leave that for another time, though, the thought wiped away by the feeling of the boy's tongue working over the tip, liking away his precum. "Mmmm... Ryuto," he moaned loudly, saying the boy's name like a prayer. His fingers tightened around the locks of silver hair, pulling slightly. He was beyond the point of rationally considering what he was doing.

Misaki could feel his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't cum just yet. Or rather, he didn't want to. Ryuto had only started to pleasure him a moment ago. He didn't want to last only a few minutes. It would be much too embarrassing. He tried to think of something else - anything that would help stave off his impending orgasm. His thoughts kept coming back to Ryuto, who's eyes were locked on his and had turned... red? How...? What...? Misaki was far too absorbed in his own pleasure to put two and two together.

At this point, Ryuto's slick finger pressed against his entrance. He couldn't deny that he was curious, that he wondered what it would feel like to have any part of Ryuto inside of him. At the same time, though, he was slightly nervous. He had never played with himself there when he touched himself. He wondered if Ryuto had been planning something like this for a while. The fact that he happened to have lube with him was awfully convenient. Misaki made a mental note to ask about it later.

The intrusion was uncomfortable, but not necessarily painful. He took in a sharp breath, surprised at the feeling more than anything else. He would just have to trust that Ryuto knew what he was doing. Of course, the other boy didn't. They were pretty much even when it came to experience or lack thereof. Misaki, however, didn't know that. He had a tendency to assume that Ryuto was always in control of any given situation and knew exactly what to do and how to do it. Besides, it was hard to believe that someone so charming and beautiful had never done this sort of thing before. Misaki bit his lower lip as the finger dug in further inside him. At least Ryuto was being slow.

Misaki's reaction to his words were perfect, Ryuto could feel the sharp pain and then blood seeping from the wound. That might have been a little harder than intended, he knew there would be a mark from that, but at this point he didn't care. He was enjoying it way too much. When he felt Misaki buck into him, he made sure that he slid back off of him, not wanting to trip his gag reflex as he knew that that could be disastrous. He ensured that it wouldn't happen, either way, making it so that when Misaki would buck into his mouth he wouldn't take his length all the way to make him sick. He was afraid that he would throw up into the boy's lap and he certainly didn't want that to happen, so he cautiously approached the situation by resting his hands on both of Misaki's thighs, removing his finger from inside of him to keep him steady. He wouldn't protest, but he would continue his work, taking Misaki as far as he could again, before slowly raising his head up to the tip once more. As he went his tongue would continue to tease his hard shaft, drinking the precum that was flowing freely from him.

He could see his body's twitches, knowing that Misaki was close. Ryuto didn't want to go too long, as he knew that eventually it would become blatantly obvious that he didn't know what he was doing. When he was satisfied that Misaki wasn't going to thrust into his mouth again, he left only his tip in his mouth and moved a hand to stroke Misaki's shaft, quickly stroking and trying to bring him to orgasm. He didn't know what to expect from the taste of cum, but from what he had read in his magazines and stories it seemed as though it would be pretty good. He would keep going with his stroking, his tongue keeping on top of teasing the tip, until he was able to bring Misaki to orgasm, and he wouldn't stop until that happened. His own member was hard, but he didn't personally care about that. When it came to how Ryuto had imagined his first time, he had only thought of getting Misaki off, and had no particular interest in having himself finish right now, as he could take care of himself either later or the next day. Either way it would be a great finish, he was pretty damned sure of that.

There was only one thing he cared about right now, and his determination and focus was completely on that.

Come on man, drive it home to the finish! I believe in you god damnit! Plus I'm sure it'll taste great too, and Misaki will love you forever...

Sharingan Continued?

"Ryuto! I'm gonna -" he moaned loudly, arching his back and closing his eyes tightly. Despite wanting Ryuto to keep going, to swallow all of him, he didn't know if the other boy was willing, hence the warning. He kept repeating Ryuto's name, gripping and pulling at his hair. He felt that familiar tightness in the pit of his stomach, knowing that his release was close. The feeling of Ryuto's tongue on his tip, his hand on his shaft while the other rested on his thigh. He couldn't hold himself back anymore. His release came in several spurts. Intense pleasure rolled off of him in waves. He felt elated, beyond capable of forming words other than Ryuto's name. He needed at least a minute to recover. He was panting and smiling widely. "God, that was... that was amazing," he said, unable to properly formulate sentences yet.

He would sit up and take Ryuto's face between his palms. He would guide his face towards his and press their lips together. He didn't care that he would be tasting himself on Ryuto. Part of him even thought it was a little arousing. "I love you," he would say after the kiss. At this point, he would finally be able to come to the conclusion that he had missed earlier. The Sharingan that took over Ryuto's eyes was obvious now, especially this close.

"You're an Uchiha," he pointed out and immediately felt stupid for doing so. "I feel like I should have probably known that before we... you know," he said, chuckling awkwardly. He really did feel kind of bad. They had been dating for a few weeks now and he hadn't known Ryuto's last name up until now.

His own eyes trailed downwards, looking at every part of Ryuto's naked body. His eyes rested on the other boy's member. "Do you want me to...?" He asked, blushing slightly. Considering what they had just done, he shouldn't be embarrassed to ask something like this. It was silly. "I have no idea what I'm doing, so... so please tell me what you like and what you don't. Even if you don't want me to do anything right now, I- I want to be able to make you feel as good as you made me feel," he said. He wanted to know what kinds of things Ryuto fantasized about. He wanted to make the boy's wildest dreams a reality. He could definitely get addicted to doing this sort of thing.

If Ryuto refused Misaki's offer, he would nod and motion for him to lie down on the futon with him. He would rest his head on Ryuto's chest and wrap his arms around the boy's neck. Looking at the mark he had left there, he would blush. The skin was tender and slightly swollen. "I think I got a little carried away with this. I'm sorry," he would say and press a kiss just above the small wound.

A couple of truths would very quickly and very obviously slam themselves into Ryuto's mouth at the same time, and they were essentially unavoidable. Firstly, apparently receiving a blowjob (or Ryuto imagined any type of sexual act) combined with prostate stimulation (he wasn't quite sure if this caused it, but it was an assumption) caused a person to ejaculate a lot when they reached their climax, which only made the second truth that much more unfortunate. Semen tastes disgusting. Ryuto couldn't help but notice the weird taste, a mixtyure of salty and bitter (which the precum part was only salty and tasted good, so that meant the sperm was bitter) at the same time as having the texture of some kind of weird rubber or something along those lines. His analytical mind was tossed a little bit into turmoil when these realizations hit him, his mouth filling quickly but being unable to dump the source of his discomfort out of his mouth because of Misaki's penis still being in it. He didn't want to look uncomfortable, however, so he swallowed down as much as he could, his throat being coated in the oddly textured slimy substance.

When Misaki was done and Ryuto had managed to swallow the majority of the semen in his mouth, Misaki pulled him up closer to him and placed a kiss on his lips, Ryuto taking the remaining cum in his mouth onto his tongue and rolling his tongue over Misaki's so that he could get a taste of what he had just had Ryuto swallow. Ryuto wasn't upset, quite the contrary actually. He enjoyed the moment, and he was glad he had done it, and he also hoped that one day he might get used to that taste...When Misaki commented on the fact that he was an Uchiha, Ryuto became a little bit worried, his Sharingan deactivating and spinning back to its original silver eye. He looked away in shame for a second before Misaki made a joke about how they should have probably known that before Ryuto had sucked him off, or at least that was how he took it.

When Misaki asked Ryuto if he wanted him to help him with his own situation, which Ryuto chuckled softly, his leaking member was resting on Misaki's leg. Ryuto would take Misaki's hand and place it on his cock, the feeling of someone else touching him increasing his pleasure rather quickly. He would kiss him once more and smile softly "Misaki, all I want to do right now is bask in what just happened, and hold you in my arms for all eternity and never let go." He was pretty sure that was supposed to just be in his head, but his mouth believed that Misaki should know about it. He would roll over on his side so that he was facing Misaki, pressing his lips to Misaki's forehead and smiling softly as his hand moved to stroke his cheek gently. Misaki was paying some attention to the mark on his neck, which made Ryuto chuckle. "You are absolutely beautiful and perfect my love, and I certainly don't mind that mark, it'll show people that I'm yours, and yours only. I love you so much, my beautiful flower." He continued to lavish Misaki's forehead and his hair with kisses, happy to spend this time with him as he felt truly happy and relaxed...

Misaki responded enthusiastically to Ryuto's kiss, even despite the fact that he could taste himself on Ryuto's tongue. In fact, despite how terrible it was, he quite enjoyed the kiss. For some reason, it turned him on. It was a sort of vivid reminder of what they had just done. "Ugh, that was gross," he laughed, realizing about the same time as Ryuto that the things he'd heard and read about the taste were completely false. Albeit, he had only started researching that sort of thing very recently. "I'd apologize for making you swallow that, but shit..." he sighed blissfully. "That was... that was hot," he had wanted to be more eloquent, but failed. His current elation also made it easier to say embarrassing things like that. He would have done the same for Ryuto as well, despite the salty bitterness of the taste. In fact, he kind of looked forward to the day Ryuto would let him. He nearly moaned at the thought.

Misaki thought he would get his chance when Ryuto placed his hand on his dick. He would stroke the shaft slowly. At the same time, he ran his thumb teasingly over the tip, smearing the precum over the rest of Ryuto's cock. He continued the motions, trying to please him and pay him back. He stopped, however, once Ryuto told him that he didn't need anything else but Misaki's presence in his arms. He had to admit that he was slightly disappointed. Still, if this would make his love happy, he would oblige. He didn't want to insist, or pressure Ryuto into doing something he didn't want to. "I... I'd like that, he said, nuzzling into the crook of the boy's neck. He very much enjoyed looking at the mark he had left there and Ryuto's words made it even better. It confirmed the fact that the boy was his. He was sure that this was the happiest Misaki had been in his life.

Misaki bit his lip in consideration. Brief flashes of all of the things they could do together began to run through his mind. He was starting to realize he might be a bit of a masochist when it came to... bedroom activities. "I- I, um... Can you leave a mark on me too?" He asked hesitantly. He was blushing slightly, but he stretched his neck to Ryuto, giving him free access to the sensitive flesh.

When Misaki asked Ryuto to "mark" him as well, Ryuto smiled softly. He hadn't thought Misaki would want that, and the thought of scarring his flesh more than it had already been scared bothered him a little bit. He said that he would never allow any harm to come to Misaki, and he figured that also meant from himself, though he decided that since he was asking...He would bite down on his collar bone area instead of his neck, less likely for something unfortunate to happen. He bit down as hard as he could, feeling the flesh split in his mouth and blood begin to poor into it. When he felt that he stopped his biting, spitting the blood out into a handkerchief that he kept on him at all times just in case. As the two of them were lying together he chuckled softly. "Well, I guess we've both broken skin today, maybe next time we can do a little bit more eh?" He was referring to it in a sexual way of course, but he didn't feel the need to say that, instead trying to simply enjoy the moment of the two of them being together.

He would simply stare at Misaki for a little while, grinning like an idiot and enjoying his company. It was quite lovely to be able to share something like this with someone, and he was certainly glad that the company he had was so delightful. He tried to stay awake as long as he could, but after the day he had the day before, and how today had gone, he was entirely exhausted. It didn't help that he hadn't really slept the night before either, and any sleep he did have was riddled with terrible nightmares. He would eventually slip into unconsciousness, his body still wrapped around Misaki's and his dreams this time much more pleasant than the night before. He managed to avoid nightmares about his mother, and instead dreamed of the naked form of Misaki, in much more detail than usual, with his erect cock out for Ryuto to enjoy. His dreams were rather lewd that evening, but who wouldn't be after their first sexual encounter?

Misaki groaned at the pain, Ryuto's teeth sinking deep into his flesh. Despite the painful sting, the young Karisuma sighed happily. He liked the thought of having a scar that, for once, would be linked to a good memory. Maybe one day, the scars that reminded him of something good would outnumber the ones that often threatened to drag him back into his past. He smiled at the thought and blushed at Ryuto's comment. Once again, he thought of the things they could do together, the fantasies that they could explore. Misaki was quite sure that he had an unhealthy penchant for humiliation and punishment. The reasons for that were things that he would rather leave unexplored, however. "Next time..." he began, leaning into Ryuto so that he was whispering huskily in the boy's ear. "You can do whatever you want with me," he offered, gently biting Ryuto's earlobe.

Once he realized what he had said, he couldn't stop himself from blushing even more. He avoided eye contact with Ryuto for a moment while he composed himself, but didn't take the words back. He had meant them, after all. Tentatively, he looked back up at the other boy, only to see him grinning widely. His silver hair framed his features perfectly. His eyes glimmered with joy. "Beautiful," he said and kissed the corner of his smile before once again leaning on Ryuto's chest, enjoying the constant up and down movement that came with steady breaths.

They stayed awake in silence, basking in each other's presence and being happy for it. If someone had told Misaki a month ago that he would be here, in the arms of someone he loved so dearly - someone who loved him back - he would never have believed it. Part of him still didn't. He felt like this was too good to be true, like he didn't deserve it, like it would somehow slip through his fingers like smoke. For that reason, he held on to Ryuto as tightly as he could.

He didn't know at what point the other boy fell asleep. He had been paying little attention to that, absentmindedly running his fingers over the smooth skin of Ryuto's chest. Knowing that the night would get cold, Misaki threw the sheets over them. He would fall asleep after Ryuto and intentionally leave the lights on. Once they woke up, the other boy would probably assume that he had either been too lazy to get up or hadn't wanted to disturb his lover. While both things weren't necessarily false, the real reason lay in the fact that he was scared of the dark. After pressing a kiss above the bite mark on Ryuto's neck another time, he let himself fall asleep. "I love you."