wasn’t always possible, either in his work or his home life; accidents happened, everything from paper cuts, through broken bones, to getting shot or stabbed, and he’d never found any of that enjoyable, and yet…

He'd known from the beginning that he’d liked Dee touching him. Not just the kissing, which was a whole other matter entirely, but the groping and the fondling. Just the thought of that was enough to make him blush, even now, after a couple of years of being lovers.

Dee’s fingers were beyond talented, seeming to instinctively seek out Ryo’s most sensitive places, most of which he hadn’t even been aware of before Dee had come into his life. Dee didn’t merely know WHERE to touch him, but HOW to touch him, the right amount of pressure, and the right kind of touch for each individual, previously unknown, erogenous zone, from a feather light brush of fingertips, or a light scraping of nails, to firm strokes, slow caresses designed to stoke the fires of desire, and everything in between.

Pain, though… Sharp nips of teeth, gentle nibbles, the suction required to raise love bites, that was one thing. The sensation of Dee digging strong, hard fingers into his thighs was different, but the sharp pain of blunt fingernails cutting deep into his skin, the sting of sweat in furrows scored down his back as Dee’s fingers clawed at him in the throes of passion… How could that be so exciting? And yet it undoubtedly was.

Scratching wasn’t always involved, and both he and Dee kept their nails clipped short, not just for work but to avoid leaving too many obvious marks on each other’s bodies. But when Dee did mark him, fingernails dragged slowly down his back, gouging into his hips, leaving half-moon indentations so deep they were on the brink of drawing blood… On nights like that, the lust and desire raced through Ryo’s veins like fire, and he responded in kind, leaving his own marks on Dee’s smooth skin.

If the morning after there were faint blood traces on the sheets, and sore, reddened weals marking their backs, smarting in the shower, they were simply evidence of the passion they’d shared.


The End