Ryo/Kei +One-Shot+
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snoozing_kittenTitle: I’m like a lawyer in the way I’m always trying to get you off
Pairing: Ryo/Koyama + YamaPi, hints of RyoUchi
Rating: Mild NC-17
Warnings: Dress-kink, slight food kink, voyeurism kink
Summary: There is a picnic, two lolita boys, some cake, and a few traded blow jobs.
Notes: Princess Princess D inspired
Koyama twisted, his dress snagging on the tree branch where he was balanced precariously on the thick limb. He wondered absently if anyone walking under him would be able to see his panties, but through all the lace it would prove to be difficult. Kicking his heeled feet, just to feel the slide of silk as his stockings moved against his legs, and the G-force of gravity tugging on his feet- Koyama giggled.
“Oi.” Koyama braced his hand against the trunk of the tree and looked down at the one who called out. “How are you planning on getting down from there?” Ryo was holding his parasol to the side so he could look up at Koyama sitting high in the tree; he blinked and pursed his glossed lips. “How did you even get up there?”
“That’s my secret.” Koyama winked at him, kicking his feet lazily, the chunky pink shoes were heavy.
“If you want to stay up there fine.” Ryo looked like a pretty, standing there with his hand on his hip and a blank look on his face. The skirts drew in tight, before flaring out around his hips giving the impression on a tiny waist; he was a perfectly little doll. The long sleeves flared lightly out over his hands giving a gothic elegant look.
“You won’t come up with me?”
“I would break my neck getting up there, and if you rip your dress Akanishi will surely kill you.” Voice thick with sarcasm, imagining Akanishi trying to kill them with his needle and thread, squealing like a woman the entire time. Koyama giggled, shifting, turning to try and free the end of his skirt from the twig it had gotten caught on again. The frilled hem of his shirt caught next and he carefully tugged that free too, if he made Akanishi angry, he would make the next dress too tight making him diet to fit it again! Koyama once got his costume covered in mud when it rained falling down in a puddle, Akanishi had been mad at him for days. “I brought lunch if you want to come down from there.”
“Lunch?” Koyama peered down, and Ryo picked up the picnic basket resting at his feet. “Is there cake?”
“Maybe.” Ryo shrugged, nodding in response, Koyama pulled his leg up onto the tree branch. The shoes had several buckles on them and he was careful not to break his nails or chip the pink pearl nail polish he wore as he unbuckled first one foot then the next. While he threw his shoes down, Ryo had moved into the shade of the tree and was laying out the blanket in the grass; he was careful to smooth out every wrinkle. Next Koyama slid off the stockings, unhooking them from the garter, and letting them drop, blinding white against emerald green as they fluttered down. Once that was down safely, he twisted and wiggled once more, just to make sure that he wasn’t caught on the bark.
Ryo laughed, watching as the wind caught Koyama’s skirt flipping it up to expose the tops of his thigh as he lowered himself down so he was hanging by his fingers off the branch, from there it wasn’t far to the ground. Still it didn’t explain how he got up there in the first place, with his shoes and all. Koyama dropped gracefully to his feet and collected his shoes and stockings from the grass.
Ryo took the lid of the box of bento, as Koyama carefully slipped his legs back into the stocking; he tried not to be envious of the material, which slid to intimately across silky skin, and hugged shapely legs. Koyama even had cute ankles, where he strapped on the chunky shoes that came with the outfit- fragile looking, like the joint of a bird.
“Here.” Ryo passed a level to him, passing a pair of wooden chopsticks.
“Thanks.” Koyama dig in immediately, climbing trees was hungry work after all. Neither of them ate in a very princess-like fashion when no one else was around.
“Uchi packed the lunch.” His words muffled around the rice he had stuffed his cheeks with. “He,” Ryo choked, coughing and spitting rice all over the blanket, it was a good thing they were in a secluded portion of the school grounds and there was no one around to see such an inelegant thing. “He wanted to say sorry.” Ryo coughed into his hand a few times, gasping for much needed breath. “Fuck.”
“Are you alright?” Koyama rubbed Ryo’s back, carefully so as not to untie any of the ribbons holding Ryo’s corset-like top in place.
“Fine.” Ryo scowled at him, pink lips forming a thin straight line, ignoring the rice that still stuck to his chin. “Uchi packed some cake for you when you’re done.” A quick topic change, so typical of embarrassed Ryo.
“For me?” Koyama paused, licking the corner of his lip thoughtfully, Uchi had insulted him earlier, wondering if Koyama really was fit to be a princess. Making peace with cake was a pretty good way to go, unless he was trying to prove his point by making Koyama burst out of the seams of his dress. “Well, that’s okay then.”
Ryo visibly relaxed, he couldn’t handle when Uchi managed to get himself into the trouble, always working to get him back out again. It was sort of cute, the protective instinct Ryo had for his friends, even if it was something he would never admit too. Koyama leaned back on the blanket, looking up at the sky. “I think I liked it better in the tree.”
“Why?” Ryo pulled out the cake and set it down between them, he was arranging his skirts and trying to pull out a stray leaf that had become lodged between the layers of his slip- damn that tree. “Down here there is cake.” Koyama laughed, leaning over to take the bite of cake that Ryo offered to him, pursing his lips around the fork and sliding the dessert of into his mouth, Ryo watched on as if transfixed. It was rich; with the sugary-sweet middle that Koyama loved so much, cinnamon and vanilla, cream and just sweet enough to turn off a lesser man. He licked his lips and Ryo smirked at him. “Good?” Koyama hummed, nodding faintly.
“Can I have more?” Ryo’s smirk turned wicked.
“Will you forgive Uchi?”
“Of course, I was never angry at him.” Koyama wet his bottom lip, watching hungrily as Ryo picked up a piece of the cake between his fingers, some of the cream filling dripping down his knuckle. “More please?”
“Go ahead.” Ryo held it out, delicately between his thumb and forefinger, so Koyama had to lean all the way forward, and brace himself on his hands to take it in his mouth. His lips were soft and sticky, warm tongue moving across Ryo’s nail in teasing flicks, Koyama’s eyes fluttering closed as he tasted Ryo and cake. “You’re so pretty.” He breathed without thinking about it, and Koyama’s eyes opened, his pink lips curving up into a coy smile as he pulled back, licking the saliva off his lips.
“You think so?”
“Well duh.” It was Ryo’s turn to lean forward so he could kiss Koyama, tasting cake on his lips, teeth and tongue. He chased the taste deeper, moaning as the older man suckled his tongue, pressing his hands to Ryo’s shoulders.
He was walking, just taking in the scenery and looking for a quiet spot to read for a bit- it wouldn’t do to be seen reading out in open all the time. Such a thing would ruin his carefully constructed image, he was after all Coolest guy on Campus: YamaPi. He was effortlessly smart, so showing off that he needed to study like your average Joe, to get his good marks would be unwise.
White, brilliant white and soft pink, a flash of black hair against the constant green and brown of the trees and grass, it was like a sudden static-shock for his eyes. Creeping up closer so he could get a better view he felt a naughty chill run down his spine, there sitting in the grass like two angels come down to play were the school’s elite. Princesses, which was a fitting name for boys who were just too inhumanly beautiful in their lace and frills. In total there were three of them, Uchi, known for his humor; with a curvy body and a playful wink for everyone he was a quick favourite. Ryo was about as friendly as a cactus, but you had to admire someone who could stay cool and aloof with ribbons tied in his curly hair. Koyama was YamaPi’s personal favourite, tall and delicate like a lily; he was the master at giving coy looks, flashing just the tops of his stockings. Giving just a taste, leaving you panting for more, wanting, needing to see him more.
He paused just behind a tree watching them, the light hitting the white on their costumes making them glow against the backdrop. He was envious, YamaPi secretly wished that it had been him picked to prance around being the object of everyone’s affection- he could have done it too been stunning in ribbons and lace! Still, he wasn’t immune to them, so he settled into a good position to watch.
His heart beat fast and his breath stopped all together, watching as Ryo fed Koyama, his lips so achingly pink even from this distance. It looked like he stumbled into a lover’s private lunch. Surprising, he’d always pegged Uchi as being the one who loved Ryo most. Was there some sort of love triangle?
Koyama leaned forwards; suggestive in his pose, and licked the cake from Ryo’s fingers and YamaPi was almost dizzy with how quick he was turned on. He must have broken something getting so hard so fast, this was much better then reading ever could be. He could almost imagine what kissing Koyama would be like, watching them, the way Koyama clung to Ryo’s shoulders desperately, but he would be so much better if he were clinging to YamaPi’s broad shoulders moaning softly. His lip-gloss would be sticky and sweet, making their lips stick and slide, wet and hot like the way their tongues danced. Thin hips and lace would feel nice under his hands, the skin even softer as he slid his hands up and under Koyama’s dress just like Ryo was doing, feeling the soft cotton panties and the heat of an all-male cock underneath it all.
Koyama leaned back, parting his legs so Ryo could push his skirts up and out of the way, and YamaPi shivered; his fingers itching to move. They were light blue, his panties, YamaPi almost drooled all over himself watching as Ryo worked them down Koyama’s legs and off completely so he was bare under the skirt. Would the lace feel nice against his aroused skin, or would it itch; begging Ryo to touch it again, the way Koyama surely was.
“Oh.” Koyama moaned, his fingers fisting in the blankets so as not to grab Ryo’s head and mess up the careful pile of curls tied there. Lips, tongue, and just the barest hints of teeth as Ryo licked at him like he was covered in the cake they had been sharing. Long wet laps of his burning tongue, the tip pressing incessant against the soft head making pleasure spike through his body. Koyama tossed his head back, and his small top hat fell to the ground, his carefully arranged hair tangling, but he really couldn’t care less. “Ryo. Please harder.”
The younger boy hummed and Koyama thought he was going to come out of his own skin. Partially true, he came with a cry, gripping the picnic blanket tight and shuddering through the aftershock. Ryo sat back on his heels and mockingly smacked his lips. “Yummy.”
Koyama laughed weakly, blinking rapidly at the shorter man, trying to get his contacts to focus again. Ryo picked up another piece of cake and ate it himself, licking the filling off his fingers. “Here.” He held out the fork again, and Koyama leaned forward to eat the cake off the fork. When Ryo pulled the fork back, he kept crawling forward until he was all but in Ryo’s lap, petting the exposed line of his neck. “You want more? Already?”
“Just a little.” Koyama licked his bottom lip, and it shone in the sunlight, inviting Ryo to lean in for another kiss. Lip-gloss was beyond saving, smeared across their mouths as they kissed hot and wet, as if trying to eat each other. Koyama chased the taste of himself along Ryo’s gums and even behind his teeth- anywhere he could. His hands loose around Ryo’s neck, unable to feel the heat of his body though the fabric, only where his fingertips brushed his exposed neck. “What do you want?” They couldn’t fuck, it would mess up the costumes too much, a princess wasn’t supposed to do vigorous activity after all, and it was just too much trouble to take them off.
“Anything.” Ryo moaned, sliding his hands down Koyama’s body to rest on the sharp hips hidden by the overstated skirts.
“I can do that.” Koyama smirked at him, leaning down to press a soft chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. He pushed Ryo down until he was lying, half on the blanket and half off, staring at the sky through eyes narrowed against the light. The shadows played across his face and Koyama paused for a minute to watch- Ryo really was such a pretty little doll. Hunching over him he pressed one last kiss to his neck, just above the neckline of the dress. He couldn’t tell Ryo he was beautiful, but he could show him.
Koyama was careful not to get them tangled together as he slithered his way down Ryo’s body- a feat that took more concentration then flexibility yet ample ability in both. He traced the lines of Ryo’s garter with just the tips of his fingers, following the lines up and up until his hands had completely disappeared under Ryo’s skirts. Teasingly he traced along the elastic, tracing it to the groove of Ryo’s hip, and the younger man’s legs fell open with a soft moan. Hooking his fingers into the elastic he dragged the underwear down, carefully removing them from one foot, ignoring the other side that got caught on the buckle to his shoe.
“Stop teasing me!” Ryo hissed.
“It’s fun.” Koyama giggled, running his fingers oh-so-slowly up Ryo’s legs again, tittering softly at the almost pained noise Ryo made.
“Suck it, or you’re getting not cake ever again.” Ryo almost screeched when Koyama took the head of his cock in his mouth suddenly and began an almost brutal suction. “Fuck K-Koyama.”
YamaPi hissed through his teeth, biting back on the urge to whimper and moan as he fisted himself hard and fast. He bit down on his bottom lip, unable to close his eyes, they looked so ungodly perfect like that, all careful make-up and faux innocent curls, licking and sucking each other to completion, it was like some sort of perverted doll party, and he was in uninvited guest. He wanted so badly to be part of that.
He wished he could creep closer, enough to hear the murmur of voices, and close enough to catch the flush across cheeks and swollen lips. For now, watching from the sidelines would do, imagining it was Koyama’s slender hands moving up and down his cock so fast it almost burned with only spit for lubrication. Koyama would kiss his neck as he jerked him off, muttering things in his almost girlish voice, filth coming from perfect lips. His breath caught and he could feel himself getting closer and closer, his hand moving of it’s own accord, eyes wide open and staring.
He could hear the noise Ryo made from his vantage point, a loud groan as his hips stuttered. When Koyama pulled back, rubbing the back of his hand across his lips YamaPi lost it, spurting all over the bark of the tree he was hiding behind and biting his tongue to the point of pain to keep from moaning. He shuddered, panting softly in the aftermath of his own orgasm; he pulled out a black handkerchief to clean of his hands and quickly stuffed himself back in his pants. It wouldn’t be good to be caught with his pants around his thighs and his dick hanging out.
“Here.” Ryo put out his hand so Koyama could steady himself as he slipped his panties back on one leg at a time; he smiled up at Ryo in gratitude. “Your hair is all messy, sit down.” Ryo rolled his eyes.
“Thanks”
They sat together in on the blankets in the scattered ruins of their picnic, Ryo running careful fingers through Koyama’s hair, fixing everything back in place. Koyama hummed in contentment, picking pieces of grass out of his skirts.
Pairing: Ryo/Koyama + YamaPi, hints of RyoUchi
Rating: Mild NC-17
Warnings: Dress-kink, slight food kink, voyeurism kink
Summary: There is a picnic, two lolita boys, some cake, and a few traded blow jobs.
Notes: Princess Princess D inspired
Koyama twisted, his dress snagging on the tree branch where he was balanced precariously on the thick limb. He wondered absently if anyone walking under him would be able to see his panties, but through all the lace it would prove to be difficult. Kicking his heeled feet, just to feel the slide of silk as his stockings moved against his legs, and the G-force of gravity tugging on his feet- Koyama giggled.
“Oi.” Koyama braced his hand against the trunk of the tree and looked down at the one who called out. “How are you planning on getting down from there?” Ryo was holding his parasol to the side so he could look up at Koyama sitting high in the tree; he blinked and pursed his glossed lips. “How did you even get up there?”
“That’s my secret.” Koyama winked at him, kicking his feet lazily, the chunky pink shoes were heavy.
“If you want to stay up there fine.” Ryo looked like a pretty, standing there with his hand on his hip and a blank look on his face. The skirts drew in tight, before flaring out around his hips giving the impression on a tiny waist; he was a perfectly little doll. The long sleeves flared lightly out over his hands giving a gothic elegant look.
“You won’t come up with me?”
“I would break my neck getting up there, and if you rip your dress Akanishi will surely kill you.” Voice thick with sarcasm, imagining Akanishi trying to kill them with his needle and thread, squealing like a woman the entire time. Koyama giggled, shifting, turning to try and free the end of his skirt from the twig it had gotten caught on again. The frilled hem of his shirt caught next and he carefully tugged that free too, if he made Akanishi angry, he would make the next dress too tight making him diet to fit it again! Koyama once got his costume covered in mud when it rained falling down in a puddle, Akanishi had been mad at him for days. “I brought lunch if you want to come down from there.”
“Lunch?” Koyama peered down, and Ryo picked up the picnic basket resting at his feet. “Is there cake?”
“Maybe.” Ryo shrugged, nodding in response, Koyama pulled his leg up onto the tree branch. The shoes had several buckles on them and he was careful not to break his nails or chip the pink pearl nail polish he wore as he unbuckled first one foot then the next. While he threw his shoes down, Ryo had moved into the shade of the tree and was laying out the blanket in the grass; he was careful to smooth out every wrinkle. Next Koyama slid off the stockings, unhooking them from the garter, and letting them drop, blinding white against emerald green as they fluttered down. Once that was down safely, he twisted and wiggled once more, just to make sure that he wasn’t caught on the bark.
Ryo laughed, watching as the wind caught Koyama’s skirt flipping it up to expose the tops of his thigh as he lowered himself down so he was hanging by his fingers off the branch, from there it wasn’t far to the ground. Still it didn’t explain how he got up there in the first place, with his shoes and all. Koyama dropped gracefully to his feet and collected his shoes and stockings from the grass.
Ryo took the lid of the box of bento, as Koyama carefully slipped his legs back into the stocking; he tried not to be envious of the material, which slid to intimately across silky skin, and hugged shapely legs. Koyama even had cute ankles, where he strapped on the chunky shoes that came with the outfit- fragile looking, like the joint of a bird.
“Here.” Ryo passed a level to him, passing a pair of wooden chopsticks.
“Thanks.” Koyama dig in immediately, climbing trees was hungry work after all. Neither of them ate in a very princess-like fashion when no one else was around.
“Uchi packed the lunch.” His words muffled around the rice he had stuffed his cheeks with. “He,” Ryo choked, coughing and spitting rice all over the blanket, it was a good thing they were in a secluded portion of the school grounds and there was no one around to see such an inelegant thing. “He wanted to say sorry.” Ryo coughed into his hand a few times, gasping for much needed breath. “Fuck.”
“Are you alright?” Koyama rubbed Ryo’s back, carefully so as not to untie any of the ribbons holding Ryo’s corset-like top in place.
“Fine.” Ryo scowled at him, pink lips forming a thin straight line, ignoring the rice that still stuck to his chin. “Uchi packed some cake for you when you’re done.” A quick topic change, so typical of embarrassed Ryo.
“For me?” Koyama paused, licking the corner of his lip thoughtfully, Uchi had insulted him earlier, wondering if Koyama really was fit to be a princess. Making peace with cake was a pretty good way to go, unless he was trying to prove his point by making Koyama burst out of the seams of his dress. “Well, that’s okay then.”
Ryo visibly relaxed, he couldn’t handle when Uchi managed to get himself into the trouble, always working to get him back out again. It was sort of cute, the protective instinct Ryo had for his friends, even if it was something he would never admit too. Koyama leaned back on the blanket, looking up at the sky. “I think I liked it better in the tree.”
“Why?” Ryo pulled out the cake and set it down between them, he was arranging his skirts and trying to pull out a stray leaf that had become lodged between the layers of his slip- damn that tree. “Down here there is cake.” Koyama laughed, leaning over to take the bite of cake that Ryo offered to him, pursing his lips around the fork and sliding the dessert of into his mouth, Ryo watched on as if transfixed. It was rich; with the sugary-sweet middle that Koyama loved so much, cinnamon and vanilla, cream and just sweet enough to turn off a lesser man. He licked his lips and Ryo smirked at him. “Good?” Koyama hummed, nodding faintly.
“Can I have more?” Ryo’s smirk turned wicked.
“Will you forgive Uchi?”
“Of course, I was never angry at him.” Koyama wet his bottom lip, watching hungrily as Ryo picked up a piece of the cake between his fingers, some of the cream filling dripping down his knuckle. “More please?”
“Go ahead.” Ryo held it out, delicately between his thumb and forefinger, so Koyama had to lean all the way forward, and brace himself on his hands to take it in his mouth. His lips were soft and sticky, warm tongue moving across Ryo’s nail in teasing flicks, Koyama’s eyes fluttering closed as he tasted Ryo and cake. “You’re so pretty.” He breathed without thinking about it, and Koyama’s eyes opened, his pink lips curving up into a coy smile as he pulled back, licking the saliva off his lips.
“You think so?”
“Well duh.” It was Ryo’s turn to lean forward so he could kiss Koyama, tasting cake on his lips, teeth and tongue. He chased the taste deeper, moaning as the older man suckled his tongue, pressing his hands to Ryo’s shoulders.
He was walking, just taking in the scenery and looking for a quiet spot to read for a bit- it wouldn’t do to be seen reading out in open all the time. Such a thing would ruin his carefully constructed image, he was after all Coolest guy on Campus: YamaPi. He was effortlessly smart, so showing off that he needed to study like your average Joe, to get his good marks would be unwise.
White, brilliant white and soft pink, a flash of black hair against the constant green and brown of the trees and grass, it was like a sudden static-shock for his eyes. Creeping up closer so he could get a better view he felt a naughty chill run down his spine, there sitting in the grass like two angels come down to play were the school’s elite. Princesses, which was a fitting name for boys who were just too inhumanly beautiful in their lace and frills. In total there were three of them, Uchi, known for his humor; with a curvy body and a playful wink for everyone he was a quick favourite. Ryo was about as friendly as a cactus, but you had to admire someone who could stay cool and aloof with ribbons tied in his curly hair. Koyama was YamaPi’s personal favourite, tall and delicate like a lily; he was the master at giving coy looks, flashing just the tops of his stockings. Giving just a taste, leaving you panting for more, wanting, needing to see him more.
He paused just behind a tree watching them, the light hitting the white on their costumes making them glow against the backdrop. He was envious, YamaPi secretly wished that it had been him picked to prance around being the object of everyone’s affection- he could have done it too been stunning in ribbons and lace! Still, he wasn’t immune to them, so he settled into a good position to watch.
His heart beat fast and his breath stopped all together, watching as Ryo fed Koyama, his lips so achingly pink even from this distance. It looked like he stumbled into a lover’s private lunch. Surprising, he’d always pegged Uchi as being the one who loved Ryo most. Was there some sort of love triangle?
Koyama leaned forwards; suggestive in his pose, and licked the cake from Ryo’s fingers and YamaPi was almost dizzy with how quick he was turned on. He must have broken something getting so hard so fast, this was much better then reading ever could be. He could almost imagine what kissing Koyama would be like, watching them, the way Koyama clung to Ryo’s shoulders desperately, but he would be so much better if he were clinging to YamaPi’s broad shoulders moaning softly. His lip-gloss would be sticky and sweet, making their lips stick and slide, wet and hot like the way their tongues danced. Thin hips and lace would feel nice under his hands, the skin even softer as he slid his hands up and under Koyama’s dress just like Ryo was doing, feeling the soft cotton panties and the heat of an all-male cock underneath it all.
Koyama leaned back, parting his legs so Ryo could push his skirts up and out of the way, and YamaPi shivered; his fingers itching to move. They were light blue, his panties, YamaPi almost drooled all over himself watching as Ryo worked them down Koyama’s legs and off completely so he was bare under the skirt. Would the lace feel nice against his aroused skin, or would it itch; begging Ryo to touch it again, the way Koyama surely was.
“Oh.” Koyama moaned, his fingers fisting in the blankets so as not to grab Ryo’s head and mess up the careful pile of curls tied there. Lips, tongue, and just the barest hints of teeth as Ryo licked at him like he was covered in the cake they had been sharing. Long wet laps of his burning tongue, the tip pressing incessant against the soft head making pleasure spike through his body. Koyama tossed his head back, and his small top hat fell to the ground, his carefully arranged hair tangling, but he really couldn’t care less. “Ryo. Please harder.”
The younger boy hummed and Koyama thought he was going to come out of his own skin. Partially true, he came with a cry, gripping the picnic blanket tight and shuddering through the aftershock. Ryo sat back on his heels and mockingly smacked his lips. “Yummy.”
Koyama laughed weakly, blinking rapidly at the shorter man, trying to get his contacts to focus again. Ryo picked up another piece of cake and ate it himself, licking the filling off his fingers. “Here.” He held out the fork again, and Koyama leaned forward to eat the cake off the fork. When Ryo pulled the fork back, he kept crawling forward until he was all but in Ryo’s lap, petting the exposed line of his neck. “You want more? Already?”
“Just a little.” Koyama licked his bottom lip, and it shone in the sunlight, inviting Ryo to lean in for another kiss. Lip-gloss was beyond saving, smeared across their mouths as they kissed hot and wet, as if trying to eat each other. Koyama chased the taste of himself along Ryo’s gums and even behind his teeth- anywhere he could. His hands loose around Ryo’s neck, unable to feel the heat of his body though the fabric, only where his fingertips brushed his exposed neck. “What do you want?” They couldn’t fuck, it would mess up the costumes too much, a princess wasn’t supposed to do vigorous activity after all, and it was just too much trouble to take them off.
“Anything.” Ryo moaned, sliding his hands down Koyama’s body to rest on the sharp hips hidden by the overstated skirts.
“I can do that.” Koyama smirked at him, leaning down to press a soft chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. He pushed Ryo down until he was lying, half on the blanket and half off, staring at the sky through eyes narrowed against the light. The shadows played across his face and Koyama paused for a minute to watch- Ryo really was such a pretty little doll. Hunching over him he pressed one last kiss to his neck, just above the neckline of the dress. He couldn’t tell Ryo he was beautiful, but he could show him.
Koyama was careful not to get them tangled together as he slithered his way down Ryo’s body- a feat that took more concentration then flexibility yet ample ability in both. He traced the lines of Ryo’s garter with just the tips of his fingers, following the lines up and up until his hands had completely disappeared under Ryo’s skirts. Teasingly he traced along the elastic, tracing it to the groove of Ryo’s hip, and the younger man’s legs fell open with a soft moan. Hooking his fingers into the elastic he dragged the underwear down, carefully removing them from one foot, ignoring the other side that got caught on the buckle to his shoe.
“Stop teasing me!” Ryo hissed.
“It’s fun.” Koyama giggled, running his fingers oh-so-slowly up Ryo’s legs again, tittering softly at the almost pained noise Ryo made.
“Suck it, or you’re getting not cake ever again.” Ryo almost screeched when Koyama took the head of his cock in his mouth suddenly and began an almost brutal suction. “Fuck K-Koyama.”
YamaPi hissed through his teeth, biting back on the urge to whimper and moan as he fisted himself hard and fast. He bit down on his bottom lip, unable to close his eyes, they looked so ungodly perfect like that, all careful make-up and faux innocent curls, licking and sucking each other to completion, it was like some sort of perverted doll party, and he was in uninvited guest. He wanted so badly to be part of that.
He wished he could creep closer, enough to hear the murmur of voices, and close enough to catch the flush across cheeks and swollen lips. For now, watching from the sidelines would do, imagining it was Koyama’s slender hands moving up and down his cock so fast it almost burned with only spit for lubrication. Koyama would kiss his neck as he jerked him off, muttering things in his almost girlish voice, filth coming from perfect lips. His breath caught and he could feel himself getting closer and closer, his hand moving of it’s own accord, eyes wide open and staring.
He could hear the noise Ryo made from his vantage point, a loud groan as his hips stuttered. When Koyama pulled back, rubbing the back of his hand across his lips YamaPi lost it, spurting all over the bark of the tree he was hiding behind and biting his tongue to the point of pain to keep from moaning. He shuddered, panting softly in the aftermath of his own orgasm; he pulled out a black handkerchief to clean of his hands and quickly stuffed himself back in his pants. It wouldn’t be good to be caught with his pants around his thighs and his dick hanging out.
“Here.” Ryo put out his hand so Koyama could steady himself as he slipped his panties back on one leg at a time; he smiled up at Ryo in gratitude. “Your hair is all messy, sit down.” Ryo rolled his eyes.
“Thanks”
They sat together in on the blankets in the scattered ruins of their picnic, Ryo running careful fingers through Koyama’s hair, fixing everything back in place. Koyama hummed in contentment, picking pieces of grass out of his skirts.
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Date: 2007-09-11 04:24 pm (UTC)Hoho~ I'm gonna read it now immediately :D Ah. Yay. :)
There is nothing better to be greeted by a Ryo/Kei fic by one of your favourite ff's authors after a tiring day of school :D ♥
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Date: 2007-09-11 04:31 pm (UTC)You scared me, I posted that like not even five minutes ago ans then BAM! Woah =D What a great suprise XD
Awwwwwwww... **flail**
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Date: 2007-09-11 04:57 pm (UTC)And.. and.. the dresses and the cake and YamaPi and.. just HOT :D
Ryo/Kei from you just makes happy ♥ :D
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Date: 2007-09-11 05:54 pm (UTC)YamaPi got a free show =D
Me too. It's been too long since I played with them, and slutty!Kei is just too much fun XD
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Date: 2007-09-11 06:43 pm (UTC)and the question remains how he got in that treeIT IS YAY. OF COURSE IT IS YAY- HOW COULD IT BE OTHERWISE? ♥♥♥
The idea of Jin having enough delicacy and patience to sew is hilarious. XD
Your writing is gorgeous and amazing as usual :DDD
andyayforyamapi :D
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Date: 2007-09-11 06:57 pm (UTC)It's a very good question, maybe Ryo'll stalk him next time and watch, just to see♥yay♥! XD heh, I was actually worried about this one I'll have you know!
But can't you see Jin going : I need to make you cute. XD In a very forceful sort of way.
I'm not sure how he got in there...
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Date: 2007-09-11 08:55 pm (UTC)I wasn't expecting Ryo to be dressed up as well when you told me about it.
Anyways...it was hot~ <333
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Date: 2007-09-11 09:24 pm (UTC)... Well, he sort of failed at being a lesbian, so I figured this was the next logical progression.
Thanks =D!!
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Date: 2007-09-12 06:59 am (UTC)ajdghjkadfgadg
there should be more keiishikido in skirts and lace
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Date: 2007-09-13 11:49 am (UTC)There totally should be~! Thanks for the comment
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Date: 2007-09-12 08:30 am (UTC)THAT WAS HOT.
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Date: 2007-09-13 11:49 am (UTC)I'm glad you thought so~
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Date: 2007-09-13 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-13 11:50 am (UTC)=D YAY! Thanks~!