Ryo/Koyama
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Concert:Interlude
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryo/Koyama
Summary: Not the safest idea, but one of their better ones none the less.
Sometimes even the safest person like to take a little trip on the wild side even if they don’t really spend any time there (three and a half minutes maybe?). It’s hard to pinpoint which one was considered the safe one, Ryo liked to leave his undergarments everywhere and Koyama had nothing against being rather nude –each rather risqué in their own right. Regardless between the two; of them sex in the backstage bathroom half way through a concert was certainly on the unsafe list.
Still there they were, Ryo’s hand was shoved down Koyama’s pants while the taller of the two tried to spread his lags as far as he could in the cramped space and not fall in the toilet. They kissed wetly, tongues playing between sloppily pressed lips. With no thought to any styling products –because if it can last an entire concert it can last through fingers too- Ryo tangled his hands in Koyama’s hair and pulled him closer.
He threaded one arm around Ryo’s neck, throwing his head back and moaning, trying to rub the hot hand palming him.
“We should be out there.” Koyama gasped, Ryo smirked licking some of the sweat off his neck and smacking his lips together in a rather mocking way.
“You don’t mean that.”
“No not really, please don’t stop.” Ryo snickered, but his other hand was tugging on Koyama’s pants anyways, trying to get them down; only far enough so he could reach Koyama’s obvious erection.
“That’s what I thought.” Leaning forward to bite at Koyama’s ear the other man moaned, and they slipped, falling until Koyama’s back hit the wall with a loud hollow sound and they were barely balancing. The older boy giggled, catching Ryo’s lips in a breathless kiss.
“Maybe we should slow down before I fall in the toilet and ruin my costume.”
“No, I’ve got three minutes before we need to be on stage and I plan on getting as much action as I can in that time. Watching you dancing like that made me so hard, I wanted to do this right there on stage.”
Koyama moaned when Ryo squeezed him, and licked down his jaw line.
“Naughty.”
“Aren’t I?” He peeled the vinyl away from slip hips and freed the angry looking erection. “Oh, did I make you all hard and leaky for me?”
“Ryo.” Long fingers scrabbled along the wall looking for something to grasp as the other gripped him so firmly, tugging just a little. Not finding anything he clung to Ryo’s shoulders digging into his shoulders as he adjusted his grip. There was no time for teasing, drawing it out until Koyama was begging him; arching and moaning in delicious desperation. So he just angles his wrist in the way he knows makes Koyama writhe. The back of Koyama’s head hits the metal wall he’s pushed against and Ryo’s lips are slipping along his sweaty exposed collarbone.
And he thought the lights made him hot- Ryo made him burn.
He comes all over his own costume with a strangled growling sound, slumping against the wall. Ryo’s smirk tastes like salt and Koyama chases the taste, running his tongue over flat teeth and a wicked tongue. Their fingers bump and tangle while they scrabble to get Ryo’s pants undone too, working together to get them down far enough so Koyama can wrap his finger’s around Ryo.
“Ah yeah, harder.” Ryo hisses, humping Koyama’s pretty hand, for a moment forgetting that the clock is ticking. Leaning up Koyama caught his lips again, kissing sloppily. His hand slipped up and down Ryo’s hard flesh, the way it slipped in his hand as Ryo shifted, so familiar and yet too mind-blowing.
The angle had Ryo coming all over Koyama’s costume as well and he giggled softly as Ryo panted.
“We made a mess…”
“You look fucked, it looks good on you kitten.” Ryo snickered, and mockingly adjusted Koyama’s costume to cover his collarbone.
“If we went on stage like this, the whole crowd would know what we do backstage.”
“Can we?” Ryo looked up gleefuly, fumbling with the fasteners on his costume trying to get it to stay up on his hips. “Then everyone will know you’re mine.” Another giggle, Koyama reaches around slipping and fumbling for some tissue to wipe his chest down. It came away easily, wiping off the vinyl without leaving a trace.
“See, that’s why so many of our costumes are made of the stuff.” Ryo looked up and him and smiled.
“Here I figured the designer actually thought it was sexy.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryo/Koyama
Summary: Not the safest idea, but one of their better ones none the less.
Sometimes even the safest person like to take a little trip on the wild side even if they don’t really spend any time there (three and a half minutes maybe?). It’s hard to pinpoint which one was considered the safe one, Ryo liked to leave his undergarments everywhere and Koyama had nothing against being rather nude –each rather risqué in their own right. Regardless between the two; of them sex in the backstage bathroom half way through a concert was certainly on the unsafe list.
Still there they were, Ryo’s hand was shoved down Koyama’s pants while the taller of the two tried to spread his lags as far as he could in the cramped space and not fall in the toilet. They kissed wetly, tongues playing between sloppily pressed lips. With no thought to any styling products –because if it can last an entire concert it can last through fingers too- Ryo tangled his hands in Koyama’s hair and pulled him closer.
He threaded one arm around Ryo’s neck, throwing his head back and moaning, trying to rub the hot hand palming him.
“We should be out there.” Koyama gasped, Ryo smirked licking some of the sweat off his neck and smacking his lips together in a rather mocking way.
“You don’t mean that.”
“No not really, please don’t stop.” Ryo snickered, but his other hand was tugging on Koyama’s pants anyways, trying to get them down; only far enough so he could reach Koyama’s obvious erection.
“That’s what I thought.” Leaning forward to bite at Koyama’s ear the other man moaned, and they slipped, falling until Koyama’s back hit the wall with a loud hollow sound and they were barely balancing. The older boy giggled, catching Ryo’s lips in a breathless kiss.
“Maybe we should slow down before I fall in the toilet and ruin my costume.”
“No, I’ve got three minutes before we need to be on stage and I plan on getting as much action as I can in that time. Watching you dancing like that made me so hard, I wanted to do this right there on stage.”
Koyama moaned when Ryo squeezed him, and licked down his jaw line.
“Naughty.”
“Aren’t I?” He peeled the vinyl away from slip hips and freed the angry looking erection. “Oh, did I make you all hard and leaky for me?”
“Ryo.” Long fingers scrabbled along the wall looking for something to grasp as the other gripped him so firmly, tugging just a little. Not finding anything he clung to Ryo’s shoulders digging into his shoulders as he adjusted his grip. There was no time for teasing, drawing it out until Koyama was begging him; arching and moaning in delicious desperation. So he just angles his wrist in the way he knows makes Koyama writhe. The back of Koyama’s head hits the metal wall he’s pushed against and Ryo’s lips are slipping along his sweaty exposed collarbone.
And he thought the lights made him hot- Ryo made him burn.
He comes all over his own costume with a strangled growling sound, slumping against the wall. Ryo’s smirk tastes like salt and Koyama chases the taste, running his tongue over flat teeth and a wicked tongue. Their fingers bump and tangle while they scrabble to get Ryo’s pants undone too, working together to get them down far enough so Koyama can wrap his finger’s around Ryo.
“Ah yeah, harder.” Ryo hisses, humping Koyama’s pretty hand, for a moment forgetting that the clock is ticking. Leaning up Koyama caught his lips again, kissing sloppily. His hand slipped up and down Ryo’s hard flesh, the way it slipped in his hand as Ryo shifted, so familiar and yet too mind-blowing.
The angle had Ryo coming all over Koyama’s costume as well and he giggled softly as Ryo panted.
“We made a mess…”
“You look fucked, it looks good on you kitten.” Ryo snickered, and mockingly adjusted Koyama’s costume to cover his collarbone.
“If we went on stage like this, the whole crowd would know what we do backstage.”
“Can we?” Ryo looked up gleefuly, fumbling with the fasteners on his costume trying to get it to stay up on his hips. “Then everyone will know you’re mine.” Another giggle, Koyama reaches around slipping and fumbling for some tissue to wipe his chest down. It came away easily, wiping off the vinyl without leaving a trace.
“See, that’s why so many of our costumes are made of the stuff.” Ryo looked up and him and smiled.
“Here I figured the designer actually thought it was sexy.”
