Baku, Ra, to Ringu: UnCut

KimyouTeki: This is the first lemon I ever wrote! =^_^=

Malik sat back on his haunches and tugged on RaChan's hospital gown. "This is in the way."

"We can't. We're in a hospital."

Malik leaned into him, his next words a low, hot murmur into Ryou's sensitive earlobe: "We'll just be quiet..."

Ryou was near panic. "You know I can't!" He pushed Malik away and sat up. "Someone could walk in."

"Yeah." Malik smirked and gently pushed Ryou down against the bed. Taking RaChan's wrists, he held them against the mattress above Ryou's head and pushed one of his knees between RaChan's legs. He rocked their hips together, making Ryou gasp. He rocked more, feeling Ryou harden beneath him.

Malik tugged on the hospital gown again, and Ryou couldn't rip it off of himself fast enough. He leaned back on his elbows, completely naked, breath ragged, arousal throbbing, eyes begging.

Malik kissed RaChan gently on the lips, drawing RaChan's tongue forth and sucking on it. Ryou was clutching Malik's forearms for dear life, having lost all reason to lust.

Malik kissed a trail from Ryou's earlobe, down his neck, to his chest. He lingered as he kissed the spot over RaChan's heart. He went lower, past the belly button, but then he stopped, making Ryou whimper.

He lightly ran his fingertips over the slightly parted seam of Ryou's lips, feeling his breath quicken.

RaChan kissed the pad of Malik's fingerprint. When Malik moved it closer, RaChan opened his mouth and accepted it, running his tongue along it, closing his lips around the base.

After his finger was well lubricated, Malik reached down and pushed it into RaChan. He grunted and bared his teeth, digging his fingers into Malik's shoulder.

Malik found a soft bump inside Ryou and pressed it. Ryou cried out, moving his hips closer. His erection was throbbing unbearably. He tried to move closer to Malik and rub against him, but Malik didn't cooperate. RaChan let go of Malik's arm and reached for himself, but Malik pulled out then, and RaChan pouted.

"Why are you torturing me?"

Malik took off his purple midi, exposing his deeply tanned, muscular chest. He wriggled out of his black leather pants. He toed off his boots and socks, then got between Ryou's legs, positioning himself.

Ryou moaned happily as Malik pushed into him, bringing up his right ankle to rest on Maliks' shoulder, while the other leg wrapped around Malik's waist. Malik pushed all the way in, then ground their hips together before pulling back and pushing again.

At first, Malik's rythm was slow and jaunty, but it soon sped up. Ryou raised his hips, positioned so that Malik would hit the pleasurable bump within him with every thrust. RaChan made no effort to cover up his low, guttural moans.

Sensing that it would soon be over, Malik reached down with his left hand and began stroking Ryou. Ryou cried out at the new stimulation, digging his heel into the small of Malik's back.

Malik's thrusts faltered and stilled as he came inside RaChan, his head lowered and his teeth bared. Ryou was still hard. Pulling out, Malik wrapped his other hand around Ryou's length, then leaned down and closed his mouth over the tip, pressing his tongue into the eye.

After just a few seconds of this, Ryou came, his salt gushing into Malik's eager mouth.

The nurses in the hall heard Ryou's voice: "Oh god, oh FUCK! FUCK!!" Then a scream that became a moan and died down. They laughed and smiled knowing smiles at each other.