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You Can Fly
Fly, fly, get ‘em up high
He didn’t have the chance to yell when he was grabbed pulled sideways so suddenly he tripped over his feet, stumbling, and slamming into the wall of the alcove with enough force to knock the breath from him. Reeling from the sudden displacement he couldn’t do anymore then gasp for breath as he was pinned there by hands on his shoulders. A smirk pressed like a mocking kiss to his cheek sending shivers racing down his spine as his head spun.
“Hey hey wait.” He stuttered out, getting a sharp bite to his chest through the thin material of his shirt and he yelped. The make-up lady was going to laugh at him if she needed to cover tooth-mark another bruise.
Tugging on his pants and oh shit, they were barely covered by the alcove, and anyone could walk by, this was a bad bad bad idea- seemly uncaring his pants were tugged down over his hips. One large hand wrapped around his dick, squeezing tight and firm, and Maru was going to faint his blood was all rushing so fast; too fucking fast. Thoughts buzzed and zipped back and forth, mostly centered on the moist breath flowing against his ear and what a bad plan this was. “I said.” Another bite to shut him up, harder this time, defiantly going to leave a mark- jerk. Back against the wall, legs, kicked apart he closed his eyes against the image of the other falling to his knees; because he didn’t want to embarrass himself again, the other giggling at him, lips still painted with his spunk.
“Oi, Jin.” This time he bit his hip and Maru hissed, fingers knotting in too-long brown hair. His cheeks were flushed, watching as Jin watched him intently giving that smug smile as he licked his lips absently. His cock jumped in his grip and Jin’s smirk grew, Maru had to look away entire face flushing with what blood he had leftover.
“Mini Maru.” He cooed, kissing the end with a unnecessary smack of his lips. Blunt nails scratched at the plaster of the wall, staring at the blue sky and the window across from them, resolutely not watching. Jin swallowing him down like one of those damn lollie-pops he’s been forced to eat so much of lately.
Maru snuck a peek- he’s even got that content totally pleased with himself look on his face and it’s just too much for him, wet hot pressure, Jin humming low in the back of his throat. He can feel his orgasm starting in his toes, curling in his shoes, breathing a stuttering mass of gasps and whines. He tugged sharp on Jin’s hair, a warning just before it all explodes behind his eyes, blue sky blurring for a moment as his eyes narrow, brain deep fried and pulled out through his dick with the rest of him- all just flowing into Jin.
He was so totally going to be late.
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T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house there was nothing to be heard not even Maru. Gagged as he was, Jin sitting in silence, so focused on his work that he didn’t make a sound. Of course if there was a pitter-patter of reindeer hoofs on the ceiling he’d have leapt to his feet with a squeal that could break windows; arms flapping and putting Maru’s collection of glass figurines in mortal peril.
Alas, there was no reindeer. But there was a lot of green icing, and red candies. A gift from YamaPi who had to pry them from Massu was a bit of distracting from Koyama, and a gift well received. Swirls and patterns, it looked like some demon crawled forth from the depths of Tsuyoshi Domoto’s closet- stripes and dots, and little gummy candies; or Maru on display as Jin’s masterpiece. An entire outfit made of candy was not what Maru had in mind when he agreed to let Jin tie him up – a decision made out of the Christmas spirit, with a little input from his naughtier fantasies.
T’was the night before Christmas. But no one was asleep.
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Jin let his head hit the wall; the pain did little too help clear it. Sweat gathered under is wig making him want to rip it off; the synthetic strands stuck to his face and neck as he tossed his head letting out a high pitched moan. His hands clawed at the other’s dress straps, trying to find purchase on Yoko’s shoulders- since he couldn’t pull off the other man’s wig either. Using the wall as balance, his calves screamed from the strain of the stiletto heels; skirts hiked up around his waist, black tights pulled down only enough for the other man to pull out his cock. Hot, hard, and all male.
Lip gloss sticky-sweet shimmering against Yoko’s pout lips as the other man pinned his hips to the wall with strong hands. Crouched low on his own heels, blue dress pulled tight across his back. Jin’s boobs where in his view, gelatin heaving with each labored breath he took, with one of those smirks- the one that made everything go liquid-rush down his spine to pool in his belly and his entire body throb with anticipation- Yoko lifted the end of his blue boa.
The very same one he would be wearing for the scene.
He pumped his hips forward, looking for that mouth again as the feathers tickled across the tops of his thighs. Tingle sensation, completely at odds with the way Yoko was mouthing the head with tongue pressing against the slit in a way that had him clawing at the wall holding them up. The feathers moved again, sliding in a path that raised goose flesh in its wake to curl around and under his dick, pressing softly against his balls. Fingers, followed after, rubbing the individual feathers against his skin, creating what felt like tiny electric shocks, which translated to supernovas behind his closed eyelids.
“Shit Yoko.” He hissed, voice loosing the falsetto they had been teasing each other with before it had seemed like a good idea to get down and dirty here in the dressing room during lunch break.
“Mmm?” The vibrations made his legs shake and he was just going to slide down the wall into a puddle of goop, then Yoko could do whatever he wanted with his limp body. He bobbed his head, pulling it into his mouth and creating a right suction. Unable to help himself Jin reached down, pressing two fingers against Yoko’s cheek feeling himself in there. He humped desperately against his co-star’s face- needing to come like he needed to breath. He shifted, pressing his fingers to Yoko’s lips, feeling right there where they stretched to fit him, wet and sticky with saliva and smeared make-up.
Yoko let him set the pace; holding on only for balance as Jin growled and hissed; letting the pleasure coil tighter and tighter inside. Snap. It rushed down his spine and up from his feet at the same time, whitewashing him and spreading deep and thick in Yoko’s throat.
Trying to catch his breath, leaning more on the wall than on his own feet he only just happened to catch movement out of the corner of his eye, a flash of white and gold, too much black eyeliner, and a curl bouncing out of his sight. “Yoko.” He moaned, clearing his throat, looking down past his rather impressive rack to the other man who was busy licking his lips, running the back of his hand across his chin. “Yoko.”
“What?”
“I think Emi was watching us.” Yoko shifted, his cock clearly visible, hard and wanting under the glittery material of his dress. He looked up, wig only slightly lop-sided, make-up smeared across his face- he looked like a dirty whore kneeling there and Jin wanted to get it up again so he could fuck him right now.
“I know.” He tried uselessly to straighten his dress. “We have a deal.”
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“Hello.” Jun pressed the mobile to his ear, leaning back deeper into the train-chair. He had been in a daze; almost asleep and not quite yet when his ring-tone ruined the atmosphere.
“What are you wearing?” A lazy drawl; slightly nasal voice, and it can only be one person. Jun rolled his eyes, he should have checked caller ID, and let the ass-hole go strait to voicemail where Jun could pretend he didn’t get the call if he wanted to.
“Nothing.” He replied back, voice thick with sarcasm and sleep, Ryo snorted. He wanted to say ‘I’m totally naked.’ Just to clarify but he’s in a very public place with Nino sitting next to him with his game boy glued to his hands, a mother and a small child across the aisle, and right in front of him is an elderly couple. That wouldn’t be very idol-like of him.
“Well in that case, I’m touching myself thinking about it.” For a heartbeat Jun was not quite sure if the other man is being serious or not. With Ryo, sometimes it’s a bit hard to tell these things- the two of them speaking in so many layers of sarcasm, and thinly veiled barbs that sometimes the message gets jumbled across the line –usually ending with one of them hanging up. “You’re a bit of a jerk, but you’re hot.”
Jun isn’t sure what to say for a moment, sleep derivation stealing all his wit and replacing it with nothing but fuzz- now he knows how it feels to be Ohno. Then Ryo’s breath hitched, it was subtle; just a small sound, followed by a creak from Ryo’s leather sofa. “You’re not kidding are you?”
“Nope.” There was a low moan slightly forced sounding more like B-rated porn then actual pleasure, and Jun looked left to see if Nino could hear- but then Nino wouldn’t notice if all of a sudden the train fell into the ocean. “I’m at home, on my couch.”
“Really?” The snark was mixed with a completely unintended hint of actual curiosity, and he cleared his throat.
“Imagining you here with me, on your knees. You look good like that. It’s not my hand, it’s your lips; sinking down on my cock like you were born to do that.” It sounded like bad porn dialogue and Jun almost choked on his mouthful of saliva –unwilling to admit that he was drooling at the though of sucking it. How something so terrible could still affect him was a mystery- yet heat settled low in his stomach, coiling loosely as Ryo continued to speak. “You look so pretty. All hard for me, watching as,” pause for a gasping breath, “I get myself ready for you.” A low moan and Jun can almost see it; Ryo kneeling on the couch, fingers pressing up inside himself, hips shifting back to hump his own hand, clutching the phone with a white-knuckled grip. “Want to fuck me- but you can’t. Not yet.”
“I hate you.” Jun hissed, letting his emotion get away for a moment, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. Ryo moaned, sounding desperate. Jun sighed.
“Call you back later.” And the line went dead, just like that- leaving him hanging wanting more but mostly wanting to throttle Ryo as he fucked him senseless.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” He elbowed Nino for hit attention. Oh Ryo was going to pay later.
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Jun’s breath caught suddenly in his throat when the older man’s hands circled his wrists- too tight, cutting off the proper blood flow. He could feel his bones grinding against each other as he tested the grip- mildly surprised that it was so strong. In response he was pushed; too sudden he caught the heel of one shoe on the foot of the other, stumbling back against the wall with a painful jar. Ohno followed him a few steps and right into his personal space making the hairs on his arms stir and stand. “Captain?” The shorter man looked up at him, his eyes seeming sharper and strangely darker then usual not softened by his usual bemused smile.
“I’ve put a lot of thought into it.”
“Into what?” He squirmed, the grip on his wrists tight, and Ohno so close they shared the same breath. He tilted his head to the side, craving his space back- and more then a little confused. Instead he got his feet kicked apart bringing them to the same height, the older man pressing up even closer leaving not a sliver between them.
“Something we share in common.” Ohno pressed lips against his neck, silky smooth and hot causing a shiver to crawl down his spine.
“Are you still hung up on that?”
“I found it.” Another kiss pressed to the underside of his jaw; a sharp bite that made him jump –he didn’t expect Ohno would bite. “You like sex. I like sex. It’s common.”
“Y-yeah, I guess.” A kiss pressed to his lips this time, one hand leaving his wrist to hold his jaw steady. Jun tried to control the kiss, but Ohno wouldn’t yield, holding firm and keeping him captive in every way. He was embarrassingly close to swooning; sliding down the wall completely boneless, overwhelmed by the completely unexpected intensity.
“See. We’re friends.” Ohno laced their fingers together as he dropped to his knees, pressing the top of Jun’s hand to the wall. Dexterous fingers of his free hand already working Jun’s belt undone, a pleased smile on his lips. “What’s sex between friends? Keep your palms against the wall.”
Jun only moaned in response, biting his bottom lip. This turn of events was certainly surprising- most of all his own reaction, he was achingly hard and more then ready to do as Ohno instructed. For now. As long as he had that pretty mouth on his dick sometime soon. One hand delved in the folds of his boxers pulling him out; his nails scraped against the wall, wanting to nothing more then to grab and take.
Hands on his hips held him in check as Ohno took the first bit into his mouth, lips pursed together as if to kiss it; then slipping down slow slow –oh god so slow- Jun writhed against the wall tossing his head as he reeled from the sensation. Leader was good at this, practiced even, and if that thought didn’t make him all the hotter. He was a volcano dangerously close to eruption. In the end, it was the humming that did him in, arching like a bow off the wall hands pressed flat against the wall fingertips gone white with the pressure.
Panting, and completely dazed Ohno smacked his lips muttering something that sounded suspiciously like ‘it’s delicious’. Chin to chest looking down at him Jun eyed the bulge of the other’s cock in his khaki’s. After all they did have sex in common, and what was sex between friends?
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It was a bit of a birthday ritual really- something that happened one year completely by accident, some kinky experiment gone wrong. Then it evolved and changed until it encompassed everyone, quickly becoming the best part of the celebration. Now it was an unavoidable tradition, tied with a red ribbon and a gift more then willingly given. It was May first, late, before the drinking’s begun but after the cake’s been devoured –six hungry boys eat a lot of KoyaMama’s specialty cake, still in the change room where the impromptu party began and is now closing with a bang.
At first it’s sort of embarrassing, a pretty pink blush spilling from his cheeks and down his neck as he knelt completely naked, hands hold demurely on his lap. Eyes narrowed against the floor; refusing to look up out of sheer embarrassment. “Koyama.” Ryo petting through his hair; fingers curling to rub behind his ears- being unusually tender and soothing.
“Relax.” Shige’s voice, pitched gravel-low, hand warm on his shoulder. YamaPi gave a thumbs up, Massu winked, and Tego’s hand was on his other shoulder, ring cold against his burning skin. He kept his eyes trained on the floor trying not the let the anticipation eat him alive before it began.
It’s a sound he knew well –doesn’t every man?- the one of skin sliding along skin eased by lube, a steady pattern of ’twack-twack-twack’, but instead in surround sound. He couldn’t open his eyes without coming eye to eye, so to say, with cock, so he kept them screwed tightly shut, trying not to think about how strangely erotic the entire situation was. He could feel himself hardening under his folded hands; blood pulsing burning hot from the rest of his body. Tego moaned, voice gone almost breathless and Koyama cracked open one eyes shutting it almost immediately. Ryo was leaning against Tego, kissing his neck, left hand wrapped around the younger boy’s shoulders, right fist still sliding leisurely up and down his dick.
“You like that?” Shige growled and gooseflesh erupted down Koyama’s arms, Massu moaned.
“Yeah.” The word caught in his throat, coming out sounding more like he had gargled with sand instead of his usual high-pitched tones.
“Touch yourself then.” That was Ryo, and Koyama was helpless but to obey, too hard to ignore; in both senses of the word. Fingers skirting uncertainly along his thighs at first, petting the sensitive skin where his leg joined his body. Cupping his balls and rolling them in his hands velvety skin feeling electric under his touch, somehow it feels better then when he does it alone in his room or even in the shower. He can remember being the one standing there, YamaPi right beside him, and Massu on the other arm a solid ball of heat as they jerked off, Tego kneeling with a pleased smile and watching them with expectant eyes.
He curled his fist around the shaft, flicking at the head with his thumb; biting his lips against the whimper that wanted to spill forth. With them all watching him, he felt pressured to put on a show, reach up with his other hand to pinch at dark nipples completely unable to stop the way his body jumped at the touch. Tego moaned loudly, being shoved forward, and Koyama simultaneously felt his face heat up, and his cock pulse with lust -eager. The first splash hit his shoulder, creamy white against tanned skin, cutting across his pectoral, the most sensual of contrast in colours. With a pathetic whine Tego tugged a few more times, a full body shudder; he pulled away, collapsing on the couch with his legs splayed akimbo. He can feel it on his skin, chin touching his chest so he could see it there, like a brand across his flesh.
“Koyama.” Shige gasped, and he looked up, Shige’s eyes closed, tongue at the corner of his mouth, hand a blur as it fly over his dick. This time it hit his jaw, dripping down his neck, so hot against his skin, eyes closed as Shige moaned shuddering. His best friend looked down the long line of his body, eating him up with his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips as he took in the picture their oldest made already, Koyama had to grab the base of his cock to keep from coming under that stare. Three remaining, forming a tight semi-circle right in front of him- before it was hard too look now he was unable to tear his eyes away.
It’s dirty and it’s gross, but it feels so good when YamaPi’s come hit his cheek, his eyes forced closed. The younger man groaned rubbing his thumb through it, smearing it across Koyama’s lips and he can’t help but smile; flicking his tongue along the digit to hear the sharp intake of breath. A shaky chuckle from YamaPi and a small desperate moan from Massu.
His own orgasm hit him like a speeding train, rushing through his whole body and deep-frying each and every nerve ending with a jolt of electricity. He came so hard he thought for a moment that it might have killed him. His own joining the others on the canvas of his body, painting his abs with ropey fluid until they glistened in the harsh lights. Breathing deep, trying to stop his heart from leaping right out his chest, he concentrated on nothing more then the pulse of his blood roaring in his ears. A hand in his hair, pulling his head all the way back at a sharp angle forcing his chest forward, Ryo looking down at him with dark eyes through darker bangs, his lips a red smear across his face. There was a heartbeat where their eyes met, and it was all over, Ryo’s mark landing on his exposed throat sliding over his jugular –the blood rushing way too hot- to pool in the dip of his clavicle. Panting, and his head is forced forwards, Ryo’s cock touching his lips, still hot with infused blood, and smearing the bit that still clung there. “Oh fuck.” He growled breathlessly.
Koyama only wished he could get it up again so soon.
Massu whined, his voice catching; one hand braced on his hip, the other slip-sliding along sensitive skin. Koyama craved that last bit- show his member ai! He licked his lips –tasting Ryo and YamaPi there- and looked up at Massu. The younger man groaned, hips shifting slightly into his own grip, searching for that edge that last bit of friction he needed. When he happened, it was with a snarl, Massu standing right up to him, letting it splash across his other cheek and in his hair, sliding and dripping onto his shoulder.
“Happy birthday.” Tegoshi muttered. Happy birthday indeed, he was sticky and gross, covered in cooling ejaculate and secretly wishing he had more then one birthday a year.
encoded_panties - You Can Fly
Fly, fly, get ‘em up high
He didn’t have the chance to yell when he was grabbed pulled sideways so suddenly he tripped over his feet, stumbling, and slamming into the wall of the alcove with enough force to knock the breath from him. Reeling from the sudden displacement he couldn’t do anymore then gasp for breath as he was pinned there by hands on his shoulders. A smirk pressed like a mocking kiss to his cheek sending shivers racing down his spine as his head spun.
“Hey hey wait.” He stuttered out, getting a sharp bite to his chest through the thin material of his shirt and he yelped. The make-up lady was going to laugh at him if she needed to cover tooth-mark another bruise.
Tugging on his pants and oh shit, they were barely covered by the alcove, and anyone could walk by, this was a bad bad bad idea- seemly uncaring his pants were tugged down over his hips. One large hand wrapped around his dick, squeezing tight and firm, and Maru was going to faint his blood was all rushing so fast; too fucking fast. Thoughts buzzed and zipped back and forth, mostly centered on the moist breath flowing against his ear and what a bad plan this was. “I said.” Another bite to shut him up, harder this time, defiantly going to leave a mark- jerk. Back against the wall, legs, kicked apart he closed his eyes against the image of the other falling to his knees; because he didn’t want to embarrass himself again, the other giggling at him, lips still painted with his spunk.
“Oi, Jin.” This time he bit his hip and Maru hissed, fingers knotting in too-long brown hair. His cheeks were flushed, watching as Jin watched him intently giving that smug smile as he licked his lips absently. His cock jumped in his grip and Jin’s smirk grew, Maru had to look away entire face flushing with what blood he had leftover.
“Mini Maru.” He cooed, kissing the end with a unnecessary smack of his lips. Blunt nails scratched at the plaster of the wall, staring at the blue sky and the window across from them, resolutely not watching. Jin swallowing him down like one of those damn lollie-pops he’s been forced to eat so much of lately.
Maru snuck a peek- he’s even got that content totally pleased with himself look on his face and it’s just too much for him, wet hot pressure, Jin humming low in the back of his throat. He can feel his orgasm starting in his toes, curling in his shoes, breathing a stuttering mass of gasps and whines. He tugged sharp on Jin’s hair, a warning just before it all explodes behind his eyes, blue sky blurring for a moment as his eyes narrow, brain deep fried and pulled out through his dick with the rest of him- all just flowing into Jin.
He was so totally going to be late.
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encoded_panties - T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house there was nothing to be heard not even Maru. Gagged as he was, Jin sitting in silence, so focused on his work that he didn’t make a sound. Of course if there was a pitter-patter of reindeer hoofs on the ceiling he’d have leapt to his feet with a squeal that could break windows; arms flapping and putting Maru’s collection of glass figurines in mortal peril.
Alas, there was no reindeer. But there was a lot of green icing, and red candies. A gift from YamaPi who had to pry them from Massu was a bit of distracting from Koyama, and a gift well received. Swirls and patterns, it looked like some demon crawled forth from the depths of Tsuyoshi Domoto’s closet- stripes and dots, and little gummy candies; or Maru on display as Jin’s masterpiece. An entire outfit made of candy was not what Maru had in mind when he agreed to let Jin tie him up – a decision made out of the Christmas spirit, with a little input from his naughtier fantasies.
T’was the night before Christmas. But no one was asleep.
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Jin let his head hit the wall; the pain did little too help clear it. Sweat gathered under is wig making him want to rip it off; the synthetic strands stuck to his face and neck as he tossed his head letting out a high pitched moan. His hands clawed at the other’s dress straps, trying to find purchase on Yoko’s shoulders- since he couldn’t pull off the other man’s wig either. Using the wall as balance, his calves screamed from the strain of the stiletto heels; skirts hiked up around his waist, black tights pulled down only enough for the other man to pull out his cock. Hot, hard, and all male.
Lip gloss sticky-sweet shimmering against Yoko’s pout lips as the other man pinned his hips to the wall with strong hands. Crouched low on his own heels, blue dress pulled tight across his back. Jin’s boobs where in his view, gelatin heaving with each labored breath he took, with one of those smirks- the one that made everything go liquid-rush down his spine to pool in his belly and his entire body throb with anticipation- Yoko lifted the end of his blue boa.
The very same one he would be wearing for the scene.
He pumped his hips forward, looking for that mouth again as the feathers tickled across the tops of his thighs. Tingle sensation, completely at odds with the way Yoko was mouthing the head with tongue pressing against the slit in a way that had him clawing at the wall holding them up. The feathers moved again, sliding in a path that raised goose flesh in its wake to curl around and under his dick, pressing softly against his balls. Fingers, followed after, rubbing the individual feathers against his skin, creating what felt like tiny electric shocks, which translated to supernovas behind his closed eyelids.
“Shit Yoko.” He hissed, voice loosing the falsetto they had been teasing each other with before it had seemed like a good idea to get down and dirty here in the dressing room during lunch break.
“Mmm?” The vibrations made his legs shake and he was just going to slide down the wall into a puddle of goop, then Yoko could do whatever he wanted with his limp body. He bobbed his head, pulling it into his mouth and creating a right suction. Unable to help himself Jin reached down, pressing two fingers against Yoko’s cheek feeling himself in there. He humped desperately against his co-star’s face- needing to come like he needed to breath. He shifted, pressing his fingers to Yoko’s lips, feeling right there where they stretched to fit him, wet and sticky with saliva and smeared make-up.
Yoko let him set the pace; holding on only for balance as Jin growled and hissed; letting the pleasure coil tighter and tighter inside. Snap. It rushed down his spine and up from his feet at the same time, whitewashing him and spreading deep and thick in Yoko’s throat.
Trying to catch his breath, leaning more on the wall than on his own feet he only just happened to catch movement out of the corner of his eye, a flash of white and gold, too much black eyeliner, and a curl bouncing out of his sight. “Yoko.” He moaned, clearing his throat, looking down past his rather impressive rack to the other man who was busy licking his lips, running the back of his hand across his chin. “Yoko.”
“What?”
“I think Emi was watching us.” Yoko shifted, his cock clearly visible, hard and wanting under the glittery material of his dress. He looked up, wig only slightly lop-sided, make-up smeared across his face- he looked like a dirty whore kneeling there and Jin wanted to get it up again so he could fuck him right now.
“I know.” He tried uselessly to straighten his dress. “We have a deal.”
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“Hello.” Jun pressed the mobile to his ear, leaning back deeper into the train-chair. He had been in a daze; almost asleep and not quite yet when his ring-tone ruined the atmosphere.
“What are you wearing?” A lazy drawl; slightly nasal voice, and it can only be one person. Jun rolled his eyes, he should have checked caller ID, and let the ass-hole go strait to voicemail where Jun could pretend he didn’t get the call if he wanted to.
“Nothing.” He replied back, voice thick with sarcasm and sleep, Ryo snorted. He wanted to say ‘I’m totally naked.’ Just to clarify but he’s in a very public place with Nino sitting next to him with his game boy glued to his hands, a mother and a small child across the aisle, and right in front of him is an elderly couple. That wouldn’t be very idol-like of him.
“Well in that case, I’m touching myself thinking about it.” For a heartbeat Jun was not quite sure if the other man is being serious or not. With Ryo, sometimes it’s a bit hard to tell these things- the two of them speaking in so many layers of sarcasm, and thinly veiled barbs that sometimes the message gets jumbled across the line –usually ending with one of them hanging up. “You’re a bit of a jerk, but you’re hot.”
Jun isn’t sure what to say for a moment, sleep derivation stealing all his wit and replacing it with nothing but fuzz- now he knows how it feels to be Ohno. Then Ryo’s breath hitched, it was subtle; just a small sound, followed by a creak from Ryo’s leather sofa. “You’re not kidding are you?”
“Nope.” There was a low moan slightly forced sounding more like B-rated porn then actual pleasure, and Jun looked left to see if Nino could hear- but then Nino wouldn’t notice if all of a sudden the train fell into the ocean. “I’m at home, on my couch.”
“Really?” The snark was mixed with a completely unintended hint of actual curiosity, and he cleared his throat.
“Imagining you here with me, on your knees. You look good like that. It’s not my hand, it’s your lips; sinking down on my cock like you were born to do that.” It sounded like bad porn dialogue and Jun almost choked on his mouthful of saliva –unwilling to admit that he was drooling at the though of sucking it. How something so terrible could still affect him was a mystery- yet heat settled low in his stomach, coiling loosely as Ryo continued to speak. “You look so pretty. All hard for me, watching as,” pause for a gasping breath, “I get myself ready for you.” A low moan and Jun can almost see it; Ryo kneeling on the couch, fingers pressing up inside himself, hips shifting back to hump his own hand, clutching the phone with a white-knuckled grip. “Want to fuck me- but you can’t. Not yet.”
“I hate you.” Jun hissed, letting his emotion get away for a moment, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. Ryo moaned, sounding desperate. Jun sighed.
“Call you back later.” And the line went dead, just like that- leaving him hanging wanting more but mostly wanting to throttle Ryo as he fucked him senseless.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” He elbowed Nino for hit attention. Oh Ryo was going to pay later.
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Jun’s breath caught suddenly in his throat when the older man’s hands circled his wrists- too tight, cutting off the proper blood flow. He could feel his bones grinding against each other as he tested the grip- mildly surprised that it was so strong. In response he was pushed; too sudden he caught the heel of one shoe on the foot of the other, stumbling back against the wall with a painful jar. Ohno followed him a few steps and right into his personal space making the hairs on his arms stir and stand. “Captain?” The shorter man looked up at him, his eyes seeming sharper and strangely darker then usual not softened by his usual bemused smile.
“I’ve put a lot of thought into it.”
“Into what?” He squirmed, the grip on his wrists tight, and Ohno so close they shared the same breath. He tilted his head to the side, craving his space back- and more then a little confused. Instead he got his feet kicked apart bringing them to the same height, the older man pressing up even closer leaving not a sliver between them.
“Something we share in common.” Ohno pressed lips against his neck, silky smooth and hot causing a shiver to crawl down his spine.
“Are you still hung up on that?”
“I found it.” Another kiss pressed to the underside of his jaw; a sharp bite that made him jump –he didn’t expect Ohno would bite. “You like sex. I like sex. It’s common.”
“Y-yeah, I guess.” A kiss pressed to his lips this time, one hand leaving his wrist to hold his jaw steady. Jun tried to control the kiss, but Ohno wouldn’t yield, holding firm and keeping him captive in every way. He was embarrassingly close to swooning; sliding down the wall completely boneless, overwhelmed by the completely unexpected intensity.
“See. We’re friends.” Ohno laced their fingers together as he dropped to his knees, pressing the top of Jun’s hand to the wall. Dexterous fingers of his free hand already working Jun’s belt undone, a pleased smile on his lips. “What’s sex between friends? Keep your palms against the wall.”
Jun only moaned in response, biting his bottom lip. This turn of events was certainly surprising- most of all his own reaction, he was achingly hard and more then ready to do as Ohno instructed. For now. As long as he had that pretty mouth on his dick sometime soon. One hand delved in the folds of his boxers pulling him out; his nails scraped against the wall, wanting to nothing more then to grab and take.
Hands on his hips held him in check as Ohno took the first bit into his mouth, lips pursed together as if to kiss it; then slipping down slow slow –oh god so slow- Jun writhed against the wall tossing his head as he reeled from the sensation. Leader was good at this, practiced even, and if that thought didn’t make him all the hotter. He was a volcano dangerously close to eruption. In the end, it was the humming that did him in, arching like a bow off the wall hands pressed flat against the wall fingertips gone white with the pressure.
Panting, and completely dazed Ohno smacked his lips muttering something that sounded suspiciously like ‘it’s delicious’. Chin to chest looking down at him Jun eyed the bulge of the other’s cock in his khaki’s. After all they did have sex in common, and what was sex between friends?
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It was a bit of a birthday ritual really- something that happened one year completely by accident, some kinky experiment gone wrong. Then it evolved and changed until it encompassed everyone, quickly becoming the best part of the celebration. Now it was an unavoidable tradition, tied with a red ribbon and a gift more then willingly given. It was May first, late, before the drinking’s begun but after the cake’s been devoured –six hungry boys eat a lot of KoyaMama’s specialty cake, still in the change room where the impromptu party began and is now closing with a bang.
At first it’s sort of embarrassing, a pretty pink blush spilling from his cheeks and down his neck as he knelt completely naked, hands hold demurely on his lap. Eyes narrowed against the floor; refusing to look up out of sheer embarrassment. “Koyama.” Ryo petting through his hair; fingers curling to rub behind his ears- being unusually tender and soothing.
“Relax.” Shige’s voice, pitched gravel-low, hand warm on his shoulder. YamaPi gave a thumbs up, Massu winked, and Tego’s hand was on his other shoulder, ring cold against his burning skin. He kept his eyes trained on the floor trying not the let the anticipation eat him alive before it began.
It’s a sound he knew well –doesn’t every man?- the one of skin sliding along skin eased by lube, a steady pattern of ’twack-twack-twack’, but instead in surround sound. He couldn’t open his eyes without coming eye to eye, so to say, with cock, so he kept them screwed tightly shut, trying not to think about how strangely erotic the entire situation was. He could feel himself hardening under his folded hands; blood pulsing burning hot from the rest of his body. Tego moaned, voice gone almost breathless and Koyama cracked open one eyes shutting it almost immediately. Ryo was leaning against Tego, kissing his neck, left hand wrapped around the younger boy’s shoulders, right fist still sliding leisurely up and down his dick.
“You like that?” Shige growled and gooseflesh erupted down Koyama’s arms, Massu moaned.
“Yeah.” The word caught in his throat, coming out sounding more like he had gargled with sand instead of his usual high-pitched tones.
“Touch yourself then.” That was Ryo, and Koyama was helpless but to obey, too hard to ignore; in both senses of the word. Fingers skirting uncertainly along his thighs at first, petting the sensitive skin where his leg joined his body. Cupping his balls and rolling them in his hands velvety skin feeling electric under his touch, somehow it feels better then when he does it alone in his room or even in the shower. He can remember being the one standing there, YamaPi right beside him, and Massu on the other arm a solid ball of heat as they jerked off, Tego kneeling with a pleased smile and watching them with expectant eyes.
He curled his fist around the shaft, flicking at the head with his thumb; biting his lips against the whimper that wanted to spill forth. With them all watching him, he felt pressured to put on a show, reach up with his other hand to pinch at dark nipples completely unable to stop the way his body jumped at the touch. Tego moaned loudly, being shoved forward, and Koyama simultaneously felt his face heat up, and his cock pulse with lust -eager. The first splash hit his shoulder, creamy white against tanned skin, cutting across his pectoral, the most sensual of contrast in colours. With a pathetic whine Tego tugged a few more times, a full body shudder; he pulled away, collapsing on the couch with his legs splayed akimbo. He can feel it on his skin, chin touching his chest so he could see it there, like a brand across his flesh.
“Koyama.” Shige gasped, and he looked up, Shige’s eyes closed, tongue at the corner of his mouth, hand a blur as it fly over his dick. This time it hit his jaw, dripping down his neck, so hot against his skin, eyes closed as Shige moaned shuddering. His best friend looked down the long line of his body, eating him up with his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips as he took in the picture their oldest made already, Koyama had to grab the base of his cock to keep from coming under that stare. Three remaining, forming a tight semi-circle right in front of him- before it was hard too look now he was unable to tear his eyes away.
It’s dirty and it’s gross, but it feels so good when YamaPi’s come hit his cheek, his eyes forced closed. The younger man groaned rubbing his thumb through it, smearing it across Koyama’s lips and he can’t help but smile; flicking his tongue along the digit to hear the sharp intake of breath. A shaky chuckle from YamaPi and a small desperate moan from Massu.
His own orgasm hit him like a speeding train, rushing through his whole body and deep-frying each and every nerve ending with a jolt of electricity. He came so hard he thought for a moment that it might have killed him. His own joining the others on the canvas of his body, painting his abs with ropey fluid until they glistened in the harsh lights. Breathing deep, trying to stop his heart from leaping right out his chest, he concentrated on nothing more then the pulse of his blood roaring in his ears. A hand in his hair, pulling his head all the way back at a sharp angle forcing his chest forward, Ryo looking down at him with dark eyes through darker bangs, his lips a red smear across his face. There was a heartbeat where their eyes met, and it was all over, Ryo’s mark landing on his exposed throat sliding over his jugular –the blood rushing way too hot- to pool in the dip of his clavicle. Panting, and his head is forced forwards, Ryo’s cock touching his lips, still hot with infused blood, and smearing the bit that still clung there. “Oh fuck.” He growled breathlessly.
Koyama only wished he could get it up again so soon.
Massu whined, his voice catching; one hand braced on his hip, the other slip-sliding along sensitive skin. Koyama craved that last bit- show his member ai! He licked his lips –tasting Ryo and YamaPi there- and looked up at Massu. The younger man groaned, hips shifting slightly into his own grip, searching for that edge that last bit of friction he needed. When he happened, it was with a snarl, Massu standing right up to him, letting it splash across his other cheek and in his hair, sliding and dripping onto his shoulder.
“Happy birthday.” Tegoshi muttered. Happy birthday indeed, he was sticky and gross, covered in cooling ejaculate and secretly wishing he had more then one birthday a year.
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Date: 2009-09-04 12:38 am (UTC)YOU'VE KILLED ME WITH PORN, THAT'S WHAT.
Koyama bukkake.
WOW.
I think we might need to look into this being friends thing. XD
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Date: 2009-09-04 04:12 am (UTC):DDDDD But then I did a job well done. Oddly you would not be the first person I've friended over Koyama bukkake~ besides any Koyama porn fan is fly by me.
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Date: 2009-09-04 12:42 pm (UTC)I'm actually working on my very first NewS fanfic - it should be up in a week or so hopefully. It's a RyoKoyaShige. It's just running through a beta at the moment. I'm also considering illustrating part of it.
I just think it's amazing that this fandom has some spectacular writers. My previous fandom had...well...some pretty embarrassing badfic. I've been fortunate enough not to run across any of that and your stuff just blows my mind. It's so outside the box and really just...really the sort of stuff people don't normally write, and it's difficult to get right sometimes, but when it IS right, it's oh so good. :D
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Date: 2009-09-05 05:17 am (UTC)How exciting! First one~ you'll have to link me, lately I am far far far too busy to check even my f-list. Right now I'm on Vacation! Then I have to move, and then get settled into school. Etc. Then the Rainbow Bridge assignments are due D:
Lol every fandom has some pretty embarassing bad fic. ALL OF THEM. I probably was some way back when. Lol thank you~ but there are far better out there! .__. LOL the best way, I believe is to watch a lot of porn. :DD