[1/1] x2 Koyama/lots of people
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Orgies are like Chicken Soup for the Soul
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: YamaPi/Jin/Ryo/Koyama
Prompt: ‘IDEK. I JUST WANT RYOPINKOYA SMUT. PLEASE.’
Notes: For the latest anon-kink meme, if you requested either of these I'm sort of curious to know who you are, of course if you don't want to come clean I'll understand. Polished them both up a bit.
YamaPi was sitting, back propped against the headboard, Ryo sitting on his lap resting his head back against the other man’s shoulder, watching with eyes so hungry that Koyama had to look away. Tossing his head he made an inarticulate noise, the most he could make with the ball gag stretching his mouth the way it was. Saliva slicked his chin, humiliating but he couldn’t stop to wipe it away if he moved either of his arms he’d go crashing face-first into the bed again.
“Jin.” YamaPi drawled, watching with his chin resting on Ryo’s sharp shoulder; the only one with his boxers still on, the long lines of his legs appearing to each side of Ryo the black material contrasting his pale skin. “Stop torturing him.” His voice held no real heat unlike his eyes.
“Fuck off and let me have my fun.” Koyama made a sound but it was impossible to tell if he was agreeing or not. He rotated his hips again, pressing the blunt head of his cock to the stretched and clenching hole, just pressing almost enough for it to slip in but just not enough for anything past the thicj head. He pulled back again, Koyama whined, a high pathetic sound. “Shh.” He leaned over, nosing the damp hair at the back of the other man’s neck. “Soon enough.”
Ryo snorted, another loose pull on his cock fingertips toying with the slippery head, eyes riveted to where the bright red ball-gag was stretching pink lips Koyama’s face flushed and the longer bits of his hair slicked with sweat and sticking to his skin. Jin had him on the edge for quite awhile, grinning in sadistic amusement as he’d roughly fucked Koyama with his fingers, then a clear purple dildo, licking around the rim of his stretched hole as he did so. They’d gagged him after that to keep the police from banging down the door to see who was dying.
’Consider it a vacation.’ YamaPi’s face gave nothing away. ‘You worked harder then everyone making sure everyone was in good spirits. Impossible to have a concert without happiness.’ Koyama nodded, when he was happy, it felt like the whole crowd was happy like they were sharing the feeling; he’d been more than willing to help the others with this. ‘So I want to reward you.’
‘You don’t need to do anything like that.’
‘It’s my duty as a leader.’ YamaPi winked, a hint of a smile playing on his full lips. ‘I’ll be sad if you say no.’
Jin was always up for some casual sex so they just considered him an honorary member of News and allowed him to join the fun, Ryo was there because he was the real fucking leader of News. Koyama whined again, low and pitiful in the back of his throat, his cock was full and flushed deep with blood, bobbing against his belly with the way Jin was making him kneel on the end of the bed.
“Just do it.” Ryo snapped, Koyama was looking up desperately trying to tell them what he wanted with his eyes and he found that he couldn’t deny that look any longer.
“Bitch.” Jin muttered, slapping Koyama’s rump with the palm of his hand, it was a tiny sting more for noise then anything, and Koyama bucked into the sensation, tossing his head like a stallion. Gripping his hips he slid in all the way without warning, Koyama’s eyes squeezed shut, shoulders shaking as he held himself up, a moan vibrating in his chest. Jin bottomed out breathing harshly, flush spilling down his neck and chest, YamaPi watched them, shifting a little so he could slide his cock against Ryo’s naked ass.
The rhythm they set up was punishing, Koyama’s back bowing as he pushed back, fingers gripping the sheets like he wanted to tear them from the bed frame. Jin, smoothing his free hand down Koyama’s back and over the dips and curves of his ribs, hips snapping forward and driving himself into the other man’s tight body. Ryo shifted, feeling YamaPi twitch beneath them; he’d seen enough.
Koyama took in a huge gasping breath as the gag was released; licking his abused lips he let his head drop. His chin felt slick, Ryo’s fingers sliding through the saliva to trace around his lips, Koyama could tell the guitar calluses on Ryo’s hands from YamaPi’s longer fingers with his eyes closed. He whined Jin changing his angle so that his cock was brushing by his prostate with each thrust, it was almost spot on and it made a small series of fireworks explode behind his eyes.
YamaPi petted across Jin’s shoulders, standing behind him, the other man braced against the floor so he could fuck Koyama harder, deeper. He leaned his chin on his shoulder and peered over his shoulder, watching Jin’s cock disappear inside Koyama, over and over, the dark shape of his balls below bouncing with each thrust that rocked them both forward. A hiss from Ryo got his attention, kneeling at the other end of the bed with Koyama’s face in lap, biting on his bottom lip, eyelashes fanning across the top of his cheeks as he stared down his chest at where Koyama was probably sucking his dick.
“You’re not going to join?” Jin’s voice was low, half words and half growl, YamaPi would never admit it but it sent shivers racing down his spine.
“I was going to wait my turn.” He answered simply, fingers plucking absently at Jin’s left nipple, the flat of his nail scraping across the right.
“Fuck that.” Jin arched into his touch, rotating his hips in a series of small jabs that rocked Koyama’s entire body and the bed. “Lube’s on the floor.” YamaPi grinned; he wasn’t going to argue with that.
Slicking himself up, he pushed Jin’s shoulder down, they moved slightly, Ryo growling as he pulled Koyama by his hair up and off him. Like a giant eight-legged monster, Jin put both his knees on the bed, pulling out and flipping Koyama onto his back as if the tall man was little more than a rag doll in his arms. Eyes glassy, Koyama stared up at YamaPi, lips so red it almost looked like he’d been smearing lipstick across them; the corner of his mouth lifted just a hint of a smile. Holding legs that trembled towards his chest Jin lined up and sunk into that tightness again. Koyama arched, the tendons in his neck straining mouth working soundlessly, ‘please’ he mouthed and YamaPi’s hand met Jin’s on the other man’s cock. Barely a touch and he spilled over Ryo gagging him quickly with two fingers in his mouth before he could make too much noise, Jin groaned, hips snapping forward suddenly, YamaPi’s dick slipping into the space between his legs poking the back of his balls.
“Fuck.” YamaPi hissed, not wanting to hold back, he lined up and pressed in, Jin went still under his hands, breathing rushing as if we were running a marathon.
“Yama-“He hissed, unable to complete the sentence.
Ryo was watching Jin’s face, the way he seemed to be coming apart; unable to keep up that controlled expression any longer. A wet tongue slide along his index finger, toying at the skin under his nail, he tore his eyes away to look at Koyama who giving him a very expectant look. His stomach dropped and his dick twitched. “You want it?” He whispered, Koyama nodded, a smile tugging at his lips, expression crumpling in on itself as Jin was pushed deeper inside of him when YamaPi started to move. They managed to get a system going, Ryo careful not to kneel on the ends of his hair as he fed him his cock, Koyama neck straining to suck it, and fuck that was so hot.
YamaPi drove his hips forward and Jin made a sound that could have been a sob, entire body going ridged, Koyama sudden gasp loud in the room as Jin came inside him. Biting his bottom lip YamaPi fought the resistance and kept his pace up, driving mercilessly into the heat. Pulling Jin back against him, the other man let out a small sound, bracing himself Koyama’s knee as he lowered his legs.
Smoothing hair back from his face in a gesture that was almost tender Ryo rolled his balls between his fingers; he was so close to the edge he could feel it coiling tight in his belly. Koyama suckled on the end of his cock like it was his favourite candy, eyes closed in concentration, allowing Ryo to fuck his mouth as hard as he wanted. His stomach tightened; pulling back he finished himself off, hissing a string of curses under his breath. His entire body felt light, euphoria rushing through his veins in place of blood; he sat back accidentally kneeing Koyama in the shoulder heart thundering in his chest and orgasm still washing through his nervous system in waves.
YamaPi grunted, pushing Jin until he was bent over as he came, unable to hold on any longer after watching Ryo come all over Koyama’s face. Orgasm hit him like a freight train, ripping a deep groan from his throat, nails digging into soft yielding flesh.
Clean up was a hassle, the sheets needed to stripped and tossed in the laundry, Jin and YamaPi lost Janken, so they re-made the bed, Ryo and Koyama washing off, trading playful kisses in front of the sink. He was going to work even harder than ever before if this was his reward.
Title: A Cup of Warm Milk for a Good Cat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: YamaPi/Koyama
Prompt: ’ the part in the dvd where Shige's urging Koyama to go lick the milk off Pi's nose. YOU KNOW SOMETHING HAPPENED AFTER THAT.’
“It looks like I spilled some more.” YamaPi drawled, and Koyama looked at him with dark eyes narrowed playfully.
“You shouldn’t be so messy all the time.” Clicking his tongue in a motherly way Koyama set down his magazine. There was milk dribbling down his chin like some pale imitation of a come-shot.
“I’ll try.” He tilted his head back expectantly spreading his legs a bit so Koyama could stand closer. Bracing himself with hands on YamaPi’s warm chest he delicately lapped at the milk, starting where it had reached all the way down his throat already threatening to wet the collar of his shirt. He could feel the way the other man’s heart picked up, beating rapidly under his left palm as he dipped his head back, little licks up and across his adam’s apple, whoops no milk there but it still tasted good. Up and across his chin, nipping lightly at the skin there before he could stop himself, YamaPi was smiling by the time he reached his lips. Then stopped.
“What? Hey.” He pouted; Koyama clicked his tongue again, pushing up off the other man’s firm pectoral muscle.
“You didn’t spill any there.” He shrugged and turned around.
He waited a few moments, counting backwards from ten in his head. Three, two, one.
“Koyama.” He whined, and the other man smiled to himself. “I’m just being really messy today. Sorry.” Turning on his heels he faced their leader, sitting, no more like sprawling with his button down shirt wide open, on the old chair with all the grace of a king on his throne. “Can you help me?”
“Of course.” Milk had washed down the line of his chest, not very far to pool in his navel, Koyama couldn’t help the wash of saliva that welled under his tongue or the way his breathing became shallow, absently he licked his lips. YamaPi smiled, thinking that Koyama resembled a cat, and he was indeed the bowl of warm milk. Sinking to his knees with a grace born of practice Koyama shuffled forward until he was right in the spread of YamaPi’s legs, one hand braced on his thigh, the other right over where his erection was beginning to harden, pretending not to notice it as he settled into place. The older man kept eye contact the whole time, dipping his head lower and lower until his bangs fell like a curtain across the view.
His tongue must have been ticklish because YamaPi squirmed as he licked the faint traces of milk off the curve of his abs. It trailed down into the delicate arc of the other man’s navel; he nibbled on the rim, testing the scar tissue left over from his piercing with pearly teeth. Milk was a good source of calcium. He dipped his tongue inside and YamaPi twitched, dick hardening under his palm, he rubbed it slightly under the guise of shifting position to take the weight off his bony knees. Pretending not to hear the hitch of breath, but looked up when a large hand petted through his hair. “You’re just like a kitty.” YamaPi explained rubbing the pads of his fingers behind Koyama’s ears in a way that felt surprisingly good, no wonder Nyanta liked that so much.
“Alright.” It only took a few more swipes with his tongue, and an ‘accidental’ scrape of his teeth across the ticklish area right under his navel, until it was all gone and he sat back on the balls of his feet. YamaPi’s cock was clear through his jeans, a solid mass that only made Koyama’s mouth water more, the traces of sweet milk sticking to the crevices of his mouth.
“Does kitty want more?” Koyama had to bite down on the urge to moan obscenely settling for a shaky nod instead. The button popped and Koyama could almost feel ever tooth of the zipper being pulled down like it was his own. The lack of underwear wasn’t surprising but it still made him squirm where he sat, watching as he stroked it a few times, blood infused flesh towering out of the folds of his jeans, head shiny in the florescent lighting.
Then he tipped his milk over.
Koyama moaned, unable to hold it in, the palm of his right hand digging into his own erection to ease the pressure. Shit, he was going to have to change his pants later, the milk having splashed a bit, but it was so hot.
“Clean it up.” YamaPi’s voice came out like the gravel at the bottom of a river, washing over him and Koyama was helpless but to follow his command. He used the flat of his tongue to lick at the head, sampling the mixed flavours, pressing against the slit with the tip of his tongue until it splashed a little. Broad strokes covered the rest of the length, he pressed his cheek against the hotness feeling it burn like a brand as he angled his head to lick as far down into the folds of the younger man’s pants as he could, just managing to stab at his balls with the tip of his tongue tasting mostly sweat by this point. “Come on.” The hand resumed its petting through his hair, making shivers race down Koyama’s spine, goose flesh erupting down his arms.
Giving head was one of his favourite things, the feeling of holding something that important in his hand, in his mouth, like he could taste their member-ai and feel YamaPi’s heart beat against his tongue. Curling the tip so they when he bobbed his head it raked across the sensitive bundle of nerves just under the head as it slide past the suction of his lips. Above him YamaPi groaned and Koyama echoed it. Breathing deep through his nose the sweet smell of musk, milk and fresh sweat filling his lungs thick and sticky; he willed his throat to relax and swallowed around him, YamaPi’s reaction was instant, a deep wail echoing in his ears as fingers tightened for a moment in his hair. Tears beaded at the corners of his eyes just catching on tinted lashes as his gag reflex struggled, and he had to come up for air, suckling hard on just the head and jacking the rest with his free hand.
“Almost.” YamaPi breathed, squirming in his seat. He hummed in response, and YamaPi moaned loudly. One more time was all it took, backing off so YamaPi didn’t shoot down his throat, because that sort of burned, it splashed against the top of his mouth, the back of his tongue, the sensation sort of like bursting a grape in your mouth but thicker and a lot warmer.
Licking his abused lips, Koyama rested his cheek on the other man’s thigh and tilted his head to squint up through his bangs. “Thanks.” YamaPi muttered.
“Any time.”
--
Shige was curled on the chair reading a text book that was so thick it rivalled most dictionaries, from what Massu could see the cover was glossy and the corners were sharp enough that if you threw it you could probably kill someone, when he walked into the break room. Death by flying text book would really suck he decided absently. “Hey.” Shige nodded in greeting.
“Do you smell sour milk?”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: YamaPi/Jin/Ryo/Koyama
Prompt: ‘IDEK. I JUST WANT RYOPINKOYA SMUT. PLEASE.’
Notes: For the latest anon-kink meme, if you requested either of these I'm sort of curious to know who you are, of course if you don't want to come clean I'll understand. Polished them both up a bit.
YamaPi was sitting, back propped against the headboard, Ryo sitting on his lap resting his head back against the other man’s shoulder, watching with eyes so hungry that Koyama had to look away. Tossing his head he made an inarticulate noise, the most he could make with the ball gag stretching his mouth the way it was. Saliva slicked his chin, humiliating but he couldn’t stop to wipe it away if he moved either of his arms he’d go crashing face-first into the bed again.
“Jin.” YamaPi drawled, watching with his chin resting on Ryo’s sharp shoulder; the only one with his boxers still on, the long lines of his legs appearing to each side of Ryo the black material contrasting his pale skin. “Stop torturing him.” His voice held no real heat unlike his eyes.
“Fuck off and let me have my fun.” Koyama made a sound but it was impossible to tell if he was agreeing or not. He rotated his hips again, pressing the blunt head of his cock to the stretched and clenching hole, just pressing almost enough for it to slip in but just not enough for anything past the thicj head. He pulled back again, Koyama whined, a high pathetic sound. “Shh.” He leaned over, nosing the damp hair at the back of the other man’s neck. “Soon enough.”
Ryo snorted, another loose pull on his cock fingertips toying with the slippery head, eyes riveted to where the bright red ball-gag was stretching pink lips Koyama’s face flushed and the longer bits of his hair slicked with sweat and sticking to his skin. Jin had him on the edge for quite awhile, grinning in sadistic amusement as he’d roughly fucked Koyama with his fingers, then a clear purple dildo, licking around the rim of his stretched hole as he did so. They’d gagged him after that to keep the police from banging down the door to see who was dying.
’Consider it a vacation.’ YamaPi’s face gave nothing away. ‘You worked harder then everyone making sure everyone was in good spirits. Impossible to have a concert without happiness.’ Koyama nodded, when he was happy, it felt like the whole crowd was happy like they were sharing the feeling; he’d been more than willing to help the others with this. ‘So I want to reward you.’
‘You don’t need to do anything like that.’
‘It’s my duty as a leader.’ YamaPi winked, a hint of a smile playing on his full lips. ‘I’ll be sad if you say no.’
Jin was always up for some casual sex so they just considered him an honorary member of News and allowed him to join the fun, Ryo was there because he was the real fucking leader of News. Koyama whined again, low and pitiful in the back of his throat, his cock was full and flushed deep with blood, bobbing against his belly with the way Jin was making him kneel on the end of the bed.
“Just do it.” Ryo snapped, Koyama was looking up desperately trying to tell them what he wanted with his eyes and he found that he couldn’t deny that look any longer.
“Bitch.” Jin muttered, slapping Koyama’s rump with the palm of his hand, it was a tiny sting more for noise then anything, and Koyama bucked into the sensation, tossing his head like a stallion. Gripping his hips he slid in all the way without warning, Koyama’s eyes squeezed shut, shoulders shaking as he held himself up, a moan vibrating in his chest. Jin bottomed out breathing harshly, flush spilling down his neck and chest, YamaPi watched them, shifting a little so he could slide his cock against Ryo’s naked ass.
The rhythm they set up was punishing, Koyama’s back bowing as he pushed back, fingers gripping the sheets like he wanted to tear them from the bed frame. Jin, smoothing his free hand down Koyama’s back and over the dips and curves of his ribs, hips snapping forward and driving himself into the other man’s tight body. Ryo shifted, feeling YamaPi twitch beneath them; he’d seen enough.
Koyama took in a huge gasping breath as the gag was released; licking his abused lips he let his head drop. His chin felt slick, Ryo’s fingers sliding through the saliva to trace around his lips, Koyama could tell the guitar calluses on Ryo’s hands from YamaPi’s longer fingers with his eyes closed. He whined Jin changing his angle so that his cock was brushing by his prostate with each thrust, it was almost spot on and it made a small series of fireworks explode behind his eyes.
YamaPi petted across Jin’s shoulders, standing behind him, the other man braced against the floor so he could fuck Koyama harder, deeper. He leaned his chin on his shoulder and peered over his shoulder, watching Jin’s cock disappear inside Koyama, over and over, the dark shape of his balls below bouncing with each thrust that rocked them both forward. A hiss from Ryo got his attention, kneeling at the other end of the bed with Koyama’s face in lap, biting on his bottom lip, eyelashes fanning across the top of his cheeks as he stared down his chest at where Koyama was probably sucking his dick.
“You’re not going to join?” Jin’s voice was low, half words and half growl, YamaPi would never admit it but it sent shivers racing down his spine.
“I was going to wait my turn.” He answered simply, fingers plucking absently at Jin’s left nipple, the flat of his nail scraping across the right.
“Fuck that.” Jin arched into his touch, rotating his hips in a series of small jabs that rocked Koyama’s entire body and the bed. “Lube’s on the floor.” YamaPi grinned; he wasn’t going to argue with that.
Slicking himself up, he pushed Jin’s shoulder down, they moved slightly, Ryo growling as he pulled Koyama by his hair up and off him. Like a giant eight-legged monster, Jin put both his knees on the bed, pulling out and flipping Koyama onto his back as if the tall man was little more than a rag doll in his arms. Eyes glassy, Koyama stared up at YamaPi, lips so red it almost looked like he’d been smearing lipstick across them; the corner of his mouth lifted just a hint of a smile. Holding legs that trembled towards his chest Jin lined up and sunk into that tightness again. Koyama arched, the tendons in his neck straining mouth working soundlessly, ‘please’ he mouthed and YamaPi’s hand met Jin’s on the other man’s cock. Barely a touch and he spilled over Ryo gagging him quickly with two fingers in his mouth before he could make too much noise, Jin groaned, hips snapping forward suddenly, YamaPi’s dick slipping into the space between his legs poking the back of his balls.
“Fuck.” YamaPi hissed, not wanting to hold back, he lined up and pressed in, Jin went still under his hands, breathing rushing as if we were running a marathon.
“Yama-“He hissed, unable to complete the sentence.
Ryo was watching Jin’s face, the way he seemed to be coming apart; unable to keep up that controlled expression any longer. A wet tongue slide along his index finger, toying at the skin under his nail, he tore his eyes away to look at Koyama who giving him a very expectant look. His stomach dropped and his dick twitched. “You want it?” He whispered, Koyama nodded, a smile tugging at his lips, expression crumpling in on itself as Jin was pushed deeper inside of him when YamaPi started to move. They managed to get a system going, Ryo careful not to kneel on the ends of his hair as he fed him his cock, Koyama neck straining to suck it, and fuck that was so hot.
YamaPi drove his hips forward and Jin made a sound that could have been a sob, entire body going ridged, Koyama sudden gasp loud in the room as Jin came inside him. Biting his bottom lip YamaPi fought the resistance and kept his pace up, driving mercilessly into the heat. Pulling Jin back against him, the other man let out a small sound, bracing himself Koyama’s knee as he lowered his legs.
Smoothing hair back from his face in a gesture that was almost tender Ryo rolled his balls between his fingers; he was so close to the edge he could feel it coiling tight in his belly. Koyama suckled on the end of his cock like it was his favourite candy, eyes closed in concentration, allowing Ryo to fuck his mouth as hard as he wanted. His stomach tightened; pulling back he finished himself off, hissing a string of curses under his breath. His entire body felt light, euphoria rushing through his veins in place of blood; he sat back accidentally kneeing Koyama in the shoulder heart thundering in his chest and orgasm still washing through his nervous system in waves.
YamaPi grunted, pushing Jin until he was bent over as he came, unable to hold on any longer after watching Ryo come all over Koyama’s face. Orgasm hit him like a freight train, ripping a deep groan from his throat, nails digging into soft yielding flesh.
Clean up was a hassle, the sheets needed to stripped and tossed in the laundry, Jin and YamaPi lost Janken, so they re-made the bed, Ryo and Koyama washing off, trading playful kisses in front of the sink. He was going to work even harder than ever before if this was his reward.
Title: A Cup of Warm Milk for a Good Cat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: YamaPi/Koyama
Prompt: ’ the part in the dvd where Shige's urging Koyama to go lick the milk off Pi's nose. YOU KNOW SOMETHING HAPPENED AFTER THAT.’
“It looks like I spilled some more.” YamaPi drawled, and Koyama looked at him with dark eyes narrowed playfully.
“You shouldn’t be so messy all the time.” Clicking his tongue in a motherly way Koyama set down his magazine. There was milk dribbling down his chin like some pale imitation of a come-shot.
“I’ll try.” He tilted his head back expectantly spreading his legs a bit so Koyama could stand closer. Bracing himself with hands on YamaPi’s warm chest he delicately lapped at the milk, starting where it had reached all the way down his throat already threatening to wet the collar of his shirt. He could feel the way the other man’s heart picked up, beating rapidly under his left palm as he dipped his head back, little licks up and across his adam’s apple, whoops no milk there but it still tasted good. Up and across his chin, nipping lightly at the skin there before he could stop himself, YamaPi was smiling by the time he reached his lips. Then stopped.
“What? Hey.” He pouted; Koyama clicked his tongue again, pushing up off the other man’s firm pectoral muscle.
“You didn’t spill any there.” He shrugged and turned around.
He waited a few moments, counting backwards from ten in his head. Three, two, one.
“Koyama.” He whined, and the other man smiled to himself. “I’m just being really messy today. Sorry.” Turning on his heels he faced their leader, sitting, no more like sprawling with his button down shirt wide open, on the old chair with all the grace of a king on his throne. “Can you help me?”
“Of course.” Milk had washed down the line of his chest, not very far to pool in his navel, Koyama couldn’t help the wash of saliva that welled under his tongue or the way his breathing became shallow, absently he licked his lips. YamaPi smiled, thinking that Koyama resembled a cat, and he was indeed the bowl of warm milk. Sinking to his knees with a grace born of practice Koyama shuffled forward until he was right in the spread of YamaPi’s legs, one hand braced on his thigh, the other right over where his erection was beginning to harden, pretending not to notice it as he settled into place. The older man kept eye contact the whole time, dipping his head lower and lower until his bangs fell like a curtain across the view.
His tongue must have been ticklish because YamaPi squirmed as he licked the faint traces of milk off the curve of his abs. It trailed down into the delicate arc of the other man’s navel; he nibbled on the rim, testing the scar tissue left over from his piercing with pearly teeth. Milk was a good source of calcium. He dipped his tongue inside and YamaPi twitched, dick hardening under his palm, he rubbed it slightly under the guise of shifting position to take the weight off his bony knees. Pretending not to hear the hitch of breath, but looked up when a large hand petted through his hair. “You’re just like a kitty.” YamaPi explained rubbing the pads of his fingers behind Koyama’s ears in a way that felt surprisingly good, no wonder Nyanta liked that so much.
“Alright.” It only took a few more swipes with his tongue, and an ‘accidental’ scrape of his teeth across the ticklish area right under his navel, until it was all gone and he sat back on the balls of his feet. YamaPi’s cock was clear through his jeans, a solid mass that only made Koyama’s mouth water more, the traces of sweet milk sticking to the crevices of his mouth.
“Does kitty want more?” Koyama had to bite down on the urge to moan obscenely settling for a shaky nod instead. The button popped and Koyama could almost feel ever tooth of the zipper being pulled down like it was his own. The lack of underwear wasn’t surprising but it still made him squirm where he sat, watching as he stroked it a few times, blood infused flesh towering out of the folds of his jeans, head shiny in the florescent lighting.
Then he tipped his milk over.
Koyama moaned, unable to hold it in, the palm of his right hand digging into his own erection to ease the pressure. Shit, he was going to have to change his pants later, the milk having splashed a bit, but it was so hot.
“Clean it up.” YamaPi’s voice came out like the gravel at the bottom of a river, washing over him and Koyama was helpless but to follow his command. He used the flat of his tongue to lick at the head, sampling the mixed flavours, pressing against the slit with the tip of his tongue until it splashed a little. Broad strokes covered the rest of the length, he pressed his cheek against the hotness feeling it burn like a brand as he angled his head to lick as far down into the folds of the younger man’s pants as he could, just managing to stab at his balls with the tip of his tongue tasting mostly sweat by this point. “Come on.” The hand resumed its petting through his hair, making shivers race down Koyama’s spine, goose flesh erupting down his arms.
Giving head was one of his favourite things, the feeling of holding something that important in his hand, in his mouth, like he could taste their member-ai and feel YamaPi’s heart beat against his tongue. Curling the tip so they when he bobbed his head it raked across the sensitive bundle of nerves just under the head as it slide past the suction of his lips. Above him YamaPi groaned and Koyama echoed it. Breathing deep through his nose the sweet smell of musk, milk and fresh sweat filling his lungs thick and sticky; he willed his throat to relax and swallowed around him, YamaPi’s reaction was instant, a deep wail echoing in his ears as fingers tightened for a moment in his hair. Tears beaded at the corners of his eyes just catching on tinted lashes as his gag reflex struggled, and he had to come up for air, suckling hard on just the head and jacking the rest with his free hand.
“Almost.” YamaPi breathed, squirming in his seat. He hummed in response, and YamaPi moaned loudly. One more time was all it took, backing off so YamaPi didn’t shoot down his throat, because that sort of burned, it splashed against the top of his mouth, the back of his tongue, the sensation sort of like bursting a grape in your mouth but thicker and a lot warmer.
Licking his abused lips, Koyama rested his cheek on the other man’s thigh and tilted his head to squint up through his bangs. “Thanks.” YamaPi muttered.
“Any time.”
--
Shige was curled on the chair reading a text book that was so thick it rivalled most dictionaries, from what Massu could see the cover was glossy and the corners were sharp enough that if you threw it you could probably kill someone, when he walked into the break room. Death by flying text book would really suck he decided absently. “Hey.” Shige nodded in greeting.
“Do you smell sour milk?”
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Date: 2008-08-26 06:39 pm (UTC)First time reading caused incoherency, second time still does the same.
By the way, it's janken, not jankan.
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Date: 2008-08-26 06:47 pm (UTC)LOOL. Thanks sweety. I'm glad you liked it. I'll go change that in a moment, I actually remember thinking about if it was an a or an e and giving up because I had to leave work in a few minutes and wanted it posted XD
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Date: 2008-08-26 06:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-26 06:58 pm (UTC)LOL THANK YOU. I'm super glad you enjoyed them!
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Date: 2008-08-26 07:07 pm (UTC)GOD I LOVE YOU, KARI.
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Date: 2008-08-26 07:17 pm (UTC)ILU2
PS: wtf is slag?!
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Date: 2008-08-26 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-26 08:23 pm (UTC)-arigatou-
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Date: 2008-08-27 12:50 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2008-08-26 11:12 pm (UTC)Jin is such a sadistic tease; you actually made me kinda like the boy. And the idea of Ryo just leaning back against Yamapi and watching was so hot.
But the milk, oh gods. I ... mmm ... thirsty.
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Date: 2008-08-27 12:52 pm (UTC)... time for doughnuts and a huge glass of milk =D **dead**
Jin can be fun, I like using him when I'm in the mood for writing rougher sex.
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Date: 2008-08-26 11:21 pm (UTC)I - wow, I'd never thought I'd say this out loud lmao - am the OP for both prompts! :DDD ♥ I had a feeling that you did the RyoPinKoya when I saw the subject title for that, lol, though it never crossed my mind that you wrote the KoyaPi one as well :))
BUT YES, THANK YOU FOR FULFILLING BOTH OF THEM! ♥♥♥ You are so amazing saldkjs seriously! I can officially say that you have my soul, my heart, my firstborn and everything else!
and that marriage offer? still stands ♥HEAPS OF MY DAZZLING, SHINY, SPARKLY LOVE FOR YOU. ♥♥♥Re: ASKDJSKLJDALK
Date: 2008-08-27 12:56 pm (UTC)BTW. Your giant sparkly hearts made my whole day- it was awesome :D
THANK YOU FOR HAVING SUCH AWESOME PROMPTS
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Date: 2008-08-27 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-27 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-27 04:34 pm (UTC)the second...KYOAMAPI BLOW JOB....Damn that one was so hot >_<