Author's note; sorry it is a little late, but please enjoy a little more man and man action. (Aka 18+ stuff)

Yori was wiping the excess water from his neck with a large fluffy towel when he heard the doorbell ring.  He frowned, who would call at this late hour?  Admittedly, it was not so late that the average person might not be called upon, despite the fact that the winter sun had long since dipped below the horizon, but Yori was far from the average person.  The only people ever to visit his home did so during daylight hours.

He let out a small huff as he quickly stepped into a pair of black pajama bottoms and threw a matching dressing gown over his arms and shoulders, but did not bother to tie it at his waist as he descended the stairs.  He had been looking forward to crawling into his bed and reading the new novel by Christian Tyler that he had purchased.  Uncle Himura had been a little put out that the author had decided to allow another publishing company have exclusive rights to the manuscript for the book.  He had practically told Yori not to bother purchasing it for his personal library, which had made the Omega all that more curious instead.

Yori glanced through the peep hole before unlocking the door and removing the security chain to allow the patient person upon the other side entry.  After opening the door, he stepped back a step, as Ryota filled the doorframe with his physical presence, still wearing his business suit.  Yori breathed in his intoxicating scent and aura for a moment.

"What are you doing here?" Yori asked as his eyes roamed over the man, noting that Ryota was mimicking the action, but settled to stare hungrily at Yori's exposed chest.  Yori felt the heat rise in his skin, but did not move to cover himself like instinct dictated.  No doubt Ryota would protest verbally if he made such a move.

The front door closed behind Ryota with a loud click.  "I missed you," he answered finally.

Yori smiled, a twinkling of mirth within his gaze.  "We spoke on the phone not half hour ago," he pointed out.  Their call had lasted well over an hour before Yori had excused himself so he could take a much longed for shower.

"That phone call was hardly enough for me to recharge," Ryota pouted, grabbing at the loose robe and tugging the smaller man into his arms.  Yori all but melted as they wrapped about him, his head automatically rested upon Ryota's shoulder and he took another heady breath of the man's unique aroma.  Yori's arms crept beneath Ryota's and around his back, returning the embrace.

"I agree," he murmured, before he felt a digit slip beneath his chin and direct his face upward.  Ryota placed a chaste kiss upon his lips. Yori's mouth opened to invite entry as if under a compulsion to do so.  The Alpha immediately accepted the invitation and his greeting altered in depth and need.  Their lips and tongues danced, tasting, savouring, devouring until Yori spilled a breathless whimper.  Ryota gazed into the smaller man's glazed eyes, his manhood suddenly testing the quality of the fabric covering it.

"May I stay ?" He asked with a tone that echoed his need and hope.  Yori blushed and nodded his agreement and he watched as Ryota resealed his home, the click of each lock as loud as each beat of his heart.  Without anymore words between them, Ryota lifted Yori off of his feet with apparent ease before plundering his mouth once more.  Yori's arms locked around Ryota's neck and his legs around the man's waist.  He sensed rather than saw that Ryota took them to his bedroom, where he gently placed Yori upon the bed before releasing his swollen lips.

Ryota slid his hands down Yori's slender frame before tugging at the waistband of his pajama bottoms, sliding them down his man's hips and cupping his rounded bottom as he did.  After peeling them from Yori's white legs, he simply stood in awe for a moment, as if unable to believe that this beauty was his to claim once more.  As if their first night together had been nothing but a dream and this was the continuation of that dream.  His hands made contact with the smooth skin once more, this time sliding upward, his thumbs flickering out and stroking the pretty peaks of his chest as they past.

Tiny noises escaped Yori's throat as Ryota continued his explorations, his exposed penis stirring in time with each sound.  Ryota's tongue joined his fingers as they traced every gentle line, tasting and touching the essence of his skin.  The Alpha's pants felt incredibly tight as Yori's scent assaulted his senses and drowned his mind.  It was even more potent, he felt, than the last time they had come together.

"I really wanted to explore you," he growled as his hands reached the button of his suit trousers, "to see what pleasures you most.  But I honestly don't think I can wait much longer to bury myself inside you."

Yori felt flush with those words, his skin sensitised and blood rushing to his already hard member.  He reached forward, his fingers slightly shaking with anticipation as they began to remove Ryota's tie.  "Then don't wait," Yori said as he tugged the silk material away.

Ryota nearly tore his suit jacket from his body as he climbed over Yori to claim his mouth.  His fingers had no lubricant, but the Omega was already slick with need and the first digit slid into the tight muscle with ease.  Yori spread wide his legs to allow a Ryota better access as the man prepared him.  He still felt the flush of embarrassment that Ryota was doing this to him, but his need for the Alpha surpassed that feeling.  One finger became two and three, before the brief emptiness as the man removed them and sheathed his member.

A long groan of pleasure followed as Ryota slowly invaded his body.  Why was he feeling the length and girth of the man so much more than their first foray of lovemaking, he wondered as Ryota began to move.  Ryota lifted Yori's hips upward, so that his buttocks nestled into Ryota's pelvis, his back supported by Ryota's knees.  Still holding onto his hips, the man thrust forward, burying himself far deeper than before and the angle of his thrust much sharper.  Yori cried out, kept from writhing about by Ryota's firm grip, he could only arch his back and clutch at his sheets as the steady movement stroked the hidden bundle of nerves inside him over and over again. 

Yori's body felt taut, like an elastic band ready to snap as he reached down to grasp his member and stroke it in time to Ryota's thrusts.  "God, Yori!" Ryota cried out as he viewed the man unashamedly pleasure himself as he in turn took pleasure in him.  They soon lost themselves in the chase of their desire, moaning and grunting as their bodies moved together until reaching the chasm's edge and throwing themselves into it's abyss.  Yori's seed spilled all over his chest as he whimpered, while Ryota filled the condom encasing him.

They floated down from their euphoric highs and Ryota slipped out of his body and removed his protection.  Yori's hand fell onto the remnants of his lust, causing him to grimace.  "And I just showered too," he said with a slight sigh, giving Ryota pause for a moment before the man began to laugh. 

"Care to take another one?" He suggested with a slight lear and offering his hand to help Yori to his feet.  Yori blushed, but found himself nodding in agreement and allowed the man guide him to the bathroom and to wash him as he desired.

Later, after Ryota had decided to take Yori to new heights under the spray of warm water within Yori's shower, the Omega rested his head upon the man's warm chest, listening to his steady heartbeats, it's rhythm more soothing than Aisha's hot chocolate cake fresh from the oven. 

"What time are we expected tomorrow for dinner?" Ryota asked him as he ran his fingers through Yori's silken tresses. 

"Around seven, I think," Yori replied, he uncurled his own fingers to splay them over Ryota's abdominals.  "Uncle Himura was not too specific."

Ryota sucked in a sharp breath, wondering if the omega had any idea what his touch was once more unleashing.  He tempered and restrained his ardour with several deep breaths. "For a man that is only your Uncle in name, you described him as quite adamant to meet with me."  Yori chuckled slightly, he had mentioned when he had spoken to Ryota about the invite that Kenta Himura would likely not accept a refusal from him.

"Well, actually," Yori decided to admit to him, "Uncle became my guardian during my teenage years due to... some circumstances with my parents."

"You've never mentioned your relatives before," Ryota mentioned, lightly, "with the exception of your brother. I've not pressed you, but I would like it if you would share everything about you with me, Yori."

Yori was silent for a moment, still against the warm skin covering the hard chest. After chasing thoughts about his head, he lifted himself from what was fast becoming a favourite place of his and turned to look into Ryota's eyes. The man adjusted his hold upon Yori and waited for what he had to share. "It wasn't.. they weren't what others might consider good parents to me. They had their own expectations of their children and from the moment I was born I did not meet them. So I was sort of buried and mostly forgotten in their house, given shelter and food, but not really anything else. They refused to let my siblings even acknowledge me, in fact, I have never even met my older sister. I can't say that there was no physical abuse, but they did not bother to go out of their way to hurt me, but that did not stop them if I crossed their path as in doing so I reminded them that I existed. But what was more serious was the neglect I suffered, especially once completing my compulsory education. In fact, if Uncle Himura had not been visiting that day..." he stopped mid sentence, feeling the tension and anger radiating off of Ryota, his grip upon Yori's arm close to being painful.

Ryota forced himself to relax and began to stroke the marked skin on Yori's arm gently. No wonder Yori spoke of his Uncle with such affection, who would not when they had been rescued from such a household. Clearly he understood that there was more to Yori's childhood than the overview he had spoken of, but it Ryota could fill in a few of the blanks with what he was already aware of, with Yori's distrust of others and his self deprecating views of his gender.

"It's a wonder you came to trust anyone at all while suffering so," Ryota thought aloud.

"It was not all bad," Yori said in an attempt to downplay his past. "According to Hideaki, we were close for a couple of years before... my parents kept us apart. There was the servant, who was assigned to me and treated me like an actual person, when he was there. And I had a good friend at elementary school, a girl who kept me company unlike the other beta children in the class, who kept away from me as I was considered different. Admittedly, she did so as I was quiet and she just love to talk endlessly, but even so..."

"Sounds much like that book of Ryu Kanuga's," Ryota said, suddenly. He had not long ago read the novel on the recommendation of his sister. He usually did not have time to read, but succumbed to her nagging recently. He stared in realisation at Yori, who admitted sheepishly;

"Ah, that is probably because I wrote it."