Author's note; 18+ content The nervous tension between the pair of men was potent as was the clear aura of desire, drawing the attention of those in the lobby as they passed reception to the private elevator meant for the upper floors. A few patrons had to return to their rooms for a cold shower, while a few men and more aggressive women dragged their partners away to enjoy some private time. There were also a couple of arguments as one woman accused her boyfriend of staring too much and a customer complained to a staff member that the scene of these two daring men was disgusting. Yori and Ryota were too wrapped up within their own bubble to notice what remained in their wake. The elevator seemed to rise endlessly as Yori nervously stood in one corner and Ryota dared not touch him less he be unable to stop. Finally the elevator stopped at the highest floor, leading into a small hall that held only one door. Ryota unlocked the door with a key and a thumbprint and held it open for Yori. The younger man stepped forward, his mind torn; wanting to enter, wanting to flee. Wanting to saying goodbye to his virginity, wanting to protect it longer. He turned to glance at Ryota who stared back, his eyes molten with sweet fire. Wanting to be with Ryota... there was no opposite, there was nothing else. Yori stood helpless before him, helpless in the face of his own need for this man. He felt rather than sensed, that his strength of his scent was increasing, wrapping around the Alpha, taunting him with its aroma. Ryota's nostrils flared and his eyes seemed to darken even more. He was barely holding himself back as it was, but before his last strand of sanity snapped, he had to ask him; "Are you sure, Yori?" His voice was deep and as rough as sandpaper, Yori shivered as he spoke. "I-I've not done this before," he admitted. "I don't know what to do. But... please..." Ryota closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Yori, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. His humble invitation broke the last chains of Ryota's will and he breathed in the waves of tantalising scent before capturing Yori's mouth with his own. He used his tongue to speak of his desire, his lips to speak for his heart. He felt Yori's arms creep around his back and knew that Yori was a willing part of their embrace. Ryota tugged at the buttons of Yori's coat, before unfastening those of his suit jacket. Yori began to shy away for a moment, heat rising in his face and eyes dazed. He did not move to wipe the string of silver that dripped down the side of his chin, but used shaking fingers to undo the zip of Ryota's coat. Ryota shrugged off the outer garment and helped Yori with his. Once coats and jackets were thrown to the sofa, Ryota took Yori by the hand and guided him to the bedroom. Yori did not resist and once in front of the thick mattress housed upon its wooden frame, participated once more in the removal of clothes. Piece by piece, tie, shirt and in Yori's case vest were removed, unbuttoned and peeled from their skin. Yori's eyes roamed over the defined chest before him, the golden skin tone and dark peaks upon the formed upper abdominals. He blushed and thought of his own pale and flat chest. Would Ryota be disappointed? His arms began to cover his naked chest, only to be stopped by two warm hands. "Don't," Ryota said, his voice upon the edge of pleading. Yori lowered his hands to his sides. Ryota then removed the spectacles covering Yori's eyes and gently loosened the fastening in Yori's hair letting it fall loose about his shoulders. His fingers touched the ends of the long black hair before his hands stroked along Yori's arms, brushing lightly down his chest and over his blush points. Yori shivered, his small soft buds hardening with the spark of pleasure caused by Ryota's brief touch. Those wandering hands paused at his belt and slowly unbuckled it before unfastening his trousers and pushing them down. Yori did not dare look at Ryota's face anymore, shaking as he stepped out of the trousers, his socks removed with each leg, as the older man knelt before him. He felt rather than saw Ryota tug at the waistband of his underwear and he took a step back, only to be prevented from moving away any further by the two hands holding his hips. When he was certain that Yori would not flee, Ryota's hands slipped down to remove the last covering upon the white jade skin. Perfect, was Ryota's first thought as he stood and took a moment to burn the image into his mind. Pale and flawless, but like an uncut diamond. No need to shape it into something it was not, for him Yori already sparkled. He slowly pulled the other man in his arms, tempering him with passionate kisses, causing Yori's mind to completely forget that he was standing before him unclothed and vunerable. He let Ryota guide him to the bed, whimpering slightly as he was pushed back upon it, laying flat with the exception of his member, which stood proud and wanton. Ryota quickly divested himself of his own clothes before approaching Yori, allowing the man to nervously creep back further onto the bed as he prowled forward to cover him. He seperated Yori's legs with one knee before crawling between his legs and over Yori's body. He watched with interest as the gem in the omega's throat moved, revealing that he was still quite nervous. "Scared?" Ryota asked him, gathering the vestiges of sanity as he spoke. "A little," Yori confessed in whisper. "Don't ask me to stop now," pleaded Ryota giving Yori a moment to pause in thought. Ryota would still try hold back for him, he realised and a smile came unbidden to his lips. Yori's fingers twitched as he raised his arms, hestitantly, before brushing through Ryota's smooth hair and pressing down upon the back of his head so that their mouths could once again connect. Ryota did not pass up the opportunity and the distance between them was obliterated as tongues and limbs became entangled. Ryota pressed his hips forward, a yelp escaped Yori followed by a low moan as their lengths brushed together, the smooth silk skins causing static pleasure. This was all very new to Yori, who had only comforted himself by hand no more than a few times and half of which were in recent months thanks to the man pressed against him. So it was not surprising he was very sensitive. With just the firm friction between them, he could already sense his peak. His scent seemed to strengthen with his increased arousal becoming intoxicating. Ryota could not help but wonder if he were to smell this sweet while aroused, how much more potent would it be when he fell into heat? Ryota tore his lips away from Yori's wanted to taste more of his supple skin. He left a small trail of marks upon his neck and collarbone, savouring each soft moan, each gentle whimper. Ryota paid much attention upon Yori's small pink peaks, his tongue circling the hardened points, before nipping them with his teeth. Taking each in turn, Yori began to squirm beneath him, but was already unable to exude enough strength to push Ryota away. And as he almost reached his peak this way instead, the man continued his exploration down Yori's body, pausing for only a brief moment before taking his most sensitive part into his mouth. Yori exploded immediately, unable to cope with the amazing sensation that took away all other senses. Ryota swallowed the remnants of his passion and licked his lips, feeling that Yori tasted as perfect as he looked, sprawled and dazed upon his bed in the aftermath of his release. It took several minutes before Yori came back to his senses and by then his body was already succumbing to another new sensation. The omega blushed, hiding behind his hands as he was being prepared. "Don't hide Yori," Ryota said softly, tugging at his hands. "I want to see you. I want to see all of you." Yori shook his head and continued hiding, until a certain flash sparked through him, stealing his breath away and igniting his ardour once more. Yori grabbed at Ryota's shoulders with a firm grip. The wandering fingers paused then brushed against the hidden pressure point, becoming more certain in their movement as Yori began to cry out in pleasure. Dampness pooled between the omega's legs, his hidden place readying him for entry and small salty beads began to drip from his reawakened member. Certain that Yori could now cope with taking his own length into him, Ryota removed his fingers and gripped onto Yori's hips, leaving red marks upon the delicate skin. Yori let a whisper of protest escape as he felt suddenly empty, but it was a brief moment as something thicker began to slowly press into him, stretching the virgin muscle wider leaving him gasping as he instinctively tightened about the invading object. Ryota paused, though it cost him to do so and kissed Yori lips. "Try to relax, Yori," he murmured. Yori struggled to follow his instruction, but under Ryota's skilful tongue and fingers, his body responded on its own and the older man was finally able to fully sink into Yori's depths. They panted softly, sharing the breath of the other as they adjusted to this new connection between them. "I'm going to move now." Ryota informed him, feeling a warmth spread through him as Yori nodded his shy agreement. Yori felt strange, at first, there was a little discomfort and a weird feeling of fullness, which felt stranger as the cause was removed only to delve deep once more. He couldn't claim that he was enjoying it, but there was satisfaction in seeing the various expressions upon Ryota's face as he took pleasure in Yori's body. He accepted the kisses as Ryota moved within him, enjoying these somewhat more. He was so focused on tangling his tongue with Ryota and feeling the muscles in the man's well shaped arms that he barely noticed at first the sparks trembling across his skin. Moans slipped from his lips as the secret heart was nudged and pressed against, the increasing sensation like a wave running over Yori's body and pooling just below his navel. His member began to throb seeking stimulation as the pleasure drowned Yori's mind but could not find release. With Yori's hips rocking to meet his own, Ryota seemed to understand what the writhing man needed and reached to touch him, his hand wrapping around the proud shape and moving in time with his rhythm. Yori could not contain his cries of passion as his body began to seek his peak, tightening about Ryota, who hissed knowing his seed would burst from him within a few moments. His fingers skilfully teased the lines of that which he held until Yori gave in and toppled over the edge with a small yelp. Ryota followed swiftly, emptying inside before he collapsed on top of the other man. He rolled to one side so not to crush him. Yori turned his head to gaze at him with tired eyes and blushed with a small smile. Ryota returned with his own wolfish grin, stealing a kiss and gathering this wonderful gift of a man into his arms, so he might hold him as they slept.