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Rei looks good in... Well, fuck, almost anything, really, but he looks really good in formal wear, cleans up damn well when he's acting sophisticated.
Not that Ritsu would ever compliment him to his face, of course. In fact, he's annoyed even thinking it. It's not like he's not aware that Rei is, objectively, sexy as hell, he's heard it plenty of times from plenty of people (and his own eyes do, in fact, work just fine, too) and he's not one of the 'two attractions' of UNDEAD for nothing, but still. It's unfair that he looks so good in a suit. He has to look bad in something, right? Why not this?
... Ugh, if only he could always show off this mature side of him, if only he didn't act the clingy way he does with Ritsu, he'd be a lot more tolerable...
Ritsu sighs, setting his now-empty glass aside. Watching Rei chat with Nagisa and Kohaku is putting him in a bit of a bad mood. He knows Rei's not ignoring him anymore, it's Ritsu's own fault for clinging to Mao so much, but still. Mao's now been roped into running something like interference between Makoto and Izumi, and Ritsu doesn't really want to get involved in all of that...
Eh, he's put in enough of an appearance by now. It's been a few hours and the party's winding down anyway, and the time difference and jet lag means that even though it's getting quite late into the evening, where Ritsu's usually the most active, he still feels kinda crappy. There's no need to push himself.
He at least catches Mao's eye long enough to wave goodnight, and then heads for the elevator to go back to his hotel room. The room he's sharing with Rei, for the duration of the trip. Of course, Ritsu had protested that at first, but in the end, they're the two with the weird sleep schedules, and brothers, and whatnot, so it made the most sense... And, honestly, it's not the worst, because it does mean they have privacy if they want it... Or, more accurately, if Ritsu will allow Rei to get up to anything with him while they're here.
Just before the elevator doors shut, he meets Rei's eyes from across the room, and the heat there makes Ritsu jolt, elevator doors closing before he can even muster a glare in response.
... Fuck.
Oh, Ritsu knows that was only for him, knows that Rei's expression would have been perfectly back to normal again when he returned to speaking with Nagisa and Kohaku, knows that it was meant as a promise of his attention being entirely fixated on Ritsu later tonight, but seriously, damn him, looking so amazing in his suit like that, giving Ritsu a look like that. Asshole.
The elevator feels like it's crawling. Ritsu glances up at the floor count, anxious, hoping nobody else gets on. He's sure he could feign composure if he needed to, but that look wasn't exactly ineffective. It feels like an eternity - thankfully a lonely one, at least, with the elevator occupied only by himself the whole time, which does make some sense since he's going up, and most people are probably already in for the evening - before the elevator stops at his floor.
Ritsu is barely in the safety of their room before he's got his belt undone and a hand down his pants.
Ah, seriously, Rei's so fucking unfair, giving him such a fucking heated look. It hadn't been a small room, either, the distance between them quite large, and yet Ritsu had seen it, felt it straight to his core. Damn him.
Ritsu staggers over to his bed - he at least insisted on two, despite Rei's whines to the contrary, because he doesn't need Rei getting even more handsy than he already is - kicking his pants off as he goes, and flops over rather ungracefully, curling on his side and jerking himself off feverishly. His boxers aren't even off, just pulled down enough to be out of the way, and he's agitated more than anything, but also hard as hell.
He hears the lock on the door click open.
Ritsu isn't sure whether to pounce on Rei or— no, damn him, actually. Ritsu's not going to even let him touch, he's so agitated. Rei's expression is already heated and somewhat smug when he appears, as if he knows what Ritsu's up to, and fuck him, seriously, but Ritsu shoots him such a murderous glare that Rei actually startles for a moment. Only a moment, of course, and then he's grinning, wicked and playful, "Ah, Ritsu's mad at me, hm?"
"Shut up." Ugh, that stupid sexy voice, too, now that Rei's in 'seduction mode'. Ritsu's hand doesn't stop. Rei's eyes shift from Ritsu's face to watch him jerk himself off, and Ritsu doesn't even care. Let him enjoy the view, because he's not touching.
Rei approaches, but when Ritsu snarls at him, raises his hands in a gesture of surrender and only sits on the edge of his own bed, facing Ritsu. He's close enough to reach out and touch, if Ritsu really wanted to, or if he'd let Rei, but neither of them will. Ritsu knows Rei will behave. This is the game, for now, and they're both aware of it. It's a matter of who will give in first, but Ritsu doesn't intend on letting it be him.
Ritsu isn't surprised when Rei reaches for his own belt, as such, though he doesn't even get his pants fully off, let alone boxers, the bastard. Staying as dressed as he can, as if he knows that's why Ritsu's so riled... Well, and that damn look, of course, but usually Ritsu would be able to resist that by itself... Asshole.
Still, Ritsu says nothing, only huffs... Realizing that he's slowed down, himself, and only getting all the more agitated by that fact, picking up his speed again. He's not waiting for Rei to catch up, he's not giving in and letting Rei touch him, he's just going to get himself off and roll over and go to sleep, nothing more. Rei can do whatever he damn well pleases, Ritsu doesn't care.
... Except, of course, for the way his eyes can't help but drift back to Rei's cock, hard and big, oh, it always feels so fucking amazing inside of him, and the way Rei's jerking himself slower, as if he's in no rush, as if he has all the time in the world. Probably just letting Ritsu enjoy the view, smug asshole. Not that he's wrong to be smug in this case, because Ritsu very much is enjoying the view, jerking himself faster subconsciously in response as his thoughts start to wander from agitation to wanting to touch and be touched. He won't give in, but really, Rei's just gotta be fucking physically perfect everywhere, huh...
Ritsu bites his lip as he feels himself get closer, legs fussing in the sheets, toes curling in his socks as he palms at the head of his cock, precum easing his hand's motions on himself, moaning despite himself as he spills. At least he doesn't whine Rei's name or anything, teeth in his lip as they are, but he does feel embarrassingly close to salivating as he watches Rei continue jerking himself, pace a little more urgent, now. The view of Rei, all dressed up in his nice suit, utterly debauched, jerking himself off to watching his little brother jerk off...
"... Perverted onii-chan."
As expected, that does it, Rei startling into orgasm, making rather a mess of his pants, hand, and the floor. Well, that's Rei's problem to deal with. Ritsu watches as Rei keeps stroking himself through it, making even more of a mess, and licks his lips subconsciously. Rei notices, eyes on Ritsu's face now, but says nothing, instead just waiting.
... Ugh, fine. Ritsu grumbles under his breath, rolling away from Rei, but it's an invitation. "Clean up your mess, first, and don't come to bed dressed like that, it'll get ruined."
He can practically hear the way Rei perks up, but Ritsu ignores him and focuses on unbuttoning his own shirt. He has no intention of ruining his own clothes, either, so... Best to get them out of the way now.
He's sure Rei won't be patient or let him free before they fall asleep, after all.