[1/1] Koyashige
Oct. 15th, 2008 12:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoozing_kittenTitle: You’re like the air I breathe (or not)
Pairing: Shige/Koyama
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Koyama wants something and it’s making Shige crazy. As usual Shige caves.
Warnings: Breathplay
Notes: ... porn porn porn.
--And I'm scared, And I'm nervous
Trying is always worth It
Oh I’m alive right now, look at me --Amerie ft. Se7en – Take control
Shige was flushed bright red, it was actually sort of a cute look on him not one seen often but cute anyways, the edge of his pink tongue touching the corner of his mouth as if deep in thought. Unbeknownst to plans unfolding Koyama was lying on his bed, a magazine open between his propped elbows kicking his feet absently through the air. Stepping up quickly before he lost his nerve and retreated to the kitchen (that would make four times in the past week and a half). Grabbing one of Koyama’s slim ankles mid-kick made him squeak, shoulders tensing in surprise.
“You scared me.” Koyama squinted, mouth curling into a sort of a pout that Shige knew was Koyama’s pale pass for a scowl, he arched his back to look over his shoulder at Shige.
“I wasn’t trying, you’re just not paying enough attention.” His voice came from far away, some different person who just so happened to look like him spoke as if he wasn’t battling a swarm of angry bees in his stomach. Fingers around Koyama’s ankle gripped a shade too tight to stop them from trembling; if Koyama noticed it he didn’t say anything about it.
“Well you did.” The loud slap of the glossy pages almost made him jump and he had to bite down on a small hysterical noise that wanted to burst from him. He was being stupid; he’d worked through it several times, forwards and backwards, then researched it on his computer and played it out again (coming like a volcano after jerking off imagining doing that to Koyama.) There was absolutely no reason for him to feel so petrified.
“Ahh,” Pausing, a little too long to be natural, and if Koyama wasn’t so dense sometimes Shige figured he’d at least know that something was up by now. “I was thinking…” At that Koyama rolled onto his back, kicking his foot free of Shige’s grip and propping himself up on his arms. That position pushed his chest forward, the light muscle and the sharp dips of bone visible through the worn-thin material of his favourite lounge shirt. There was a small hole just above the line of his pants, big enough that Shige could worm his finger into it and trace the smooth silken skin of Koyama’s abdomen. He could see the faint peak of nipples, and it was quite the task to keep his eyes on Koyama’s the urge to look away was threatening to choke him up, again. ’Be a man.’, he would be disturbed later that the tiny voice in the back of his head sounded a lot like Ryo, for now he settled for pressing one knee on the bed so he was closer to Koyama not touching yet but he could smell the faintly floral scent.
“About?” The afternoon sun streaming in through the parted curtains hit just above Koyama’s hip, a stripe of orange and Shige watched it with fascination, giving up eye contact after all.
“Remember, you told me something last week?” Koyama’s brows drew together, and then his mouth rounded slightly, understanding visibly dawning on his face.
“Shige, I-I didn’t want you to freak out.” Setting two knees on the bed and pushing into Koyama’s personal space recklessly.
“Who’s freaking out?” He pursed his lips together, and Koyama titled back into the bed just a bit. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.” Pink tongue flicked against Koyama’s lips and Shige watched the saliva glisten, feeling like there wasn’t enough air for him, head feeling too light like it was going to fly away or pop, something to relive the tension buzzing behind his eyes. “All day Koyama, it’s all I can think about.” At this his taller friend flushed, pink creeping across his cheeks and Shige knew from experience that if he watched long enough it would eventually spill down his throat and chest, a full body blush. “I want to do it, fuck, I want to be the one to do… it to you.” He can’t even bring himself to say it, feels like it would sound dirty, wrong even if he did.
“Shige.” Rolling closer to him, Koyama propped himself on one arm, tipping his head so he could press a soft kiss to the side of Shige’s mouth watching him with hungry eyes. “Say it please?”
“Take off your clothes.” His mouth gone dry and his heart was beating somewhere up near the base of his tongue and he’s surprised he managed to speak at all without choking on it. Blinking at him for a moment in stunned silence and Shige totally hadn’t meant for it to come out as rough as it had, almost like he was ordering the older man around, and he flushed right along with him, about to take it back when Koyama shifted, sitting up and pulling his t-shirt over his head. “I’m going t-to fuck you while I choke you.” It didn’t sound hot at all to him his voice cracking and uneven, but Koyama gasped a sharp little inhale of breath followed by a low desperate whimper. The longer bits of his hair hide his face but Shige watched as his chest glowed pink with blush and his hands stuttered over the button to his jeans.
Some higher reptilian part of his brain managed to get his pants unzipped and pulled down without damaging anything important, leaving the buttons of his shirt done, because he really didn’t want to deal with them, didn’t have enough feeling left in his fingertips to not manage breaking a button or two. Koyama wiggled his way out of his boxers leaving him one long line of tanned skin and lithe muscle, the cartography of dips and peaks of bones and tissue flowing just under flesh hypnotizing him; he ran his hand across the flat plane of his stomach without thinking about it Koyama subtly pushing into the caress.
On autopilot he grabbed a pillow and Koyama lifted his hips so he could slide it under, the slight elevation forcing Koyama’s back to arch. He knew from experience that it was his favourite position, face to face with whoever was fucking him, wrapping long arms and legs like vines, a feeling like he’ll never let go. Shige swallowed thickly, he’s seen Koyama do a lot of different things, a lot really. He’s fed him his cock while YamaPi fucked him hard and fast, brutal over the arm of the dressing room couch, cupped his jaw in his hand and felt where tender lips stretched. He’s jerked off all over Koyama’s face while the rest of News watched and waited their turn, feeling mixed lust and horror with eyes fixated on Tego’s cum cooling on his shoulder. In all that he’s never had Koyama look at him quite like this. It’s electric and burning at the same time, face bright pink, chest moving like he really couldn’t breath properly; eyes so dark and full of need that Shige can’t locate any hint of rational thought there. He just looked really fucking desperate.
“Here lift.” He had barely managed to get the words out and Koyama was already hooking his arms under his knees and curling his hips up towards Shige. “When we do this I want you to put your hand on my shoulder and I’ll stop if you drop it.” His voice sounded far away, and Koyama arched, biting down on his lip to muffle the cry that wanted to tear from his throat as Shige pushed his middle finger inside him without grace or warning. “Understand?” Leaning over and twisting his wrist at and odd angle so he could speak right up against Koyama’s lips, laving the bite mark with his tongue.
Whimpering Koyama nodded, pressing his eyes closed and part of Shige really wouldn’t be all that surprised if he started crying now. Shige’s fingers shook, and he took a deep calming breath, tasting the faint herbal flavour of tea on Koyama’s breath. He was really going to do this, thinking about it and actually pressing the gag he’d bought just for the occasion against Koyama’s slack mouth was something completely different. His stomach is trying to crawl up and out through his mouth, but Koyama’s staring at him with eyes blown wide lips stretched full as Shige finished, absently running his hand along the contrasting sensation of soft and hard, his insides twisted a mix of apprehension and something thicker and darker that he doesn’t want to think about too deeply.
For a second Shige’s worried that he’s too scared to get hard, but he’s young and that’s almost impossible even for someone as skittish as Shige usually is with this sort of thing, a bit relieved when his dick pulses as he stares at the way lips stretch, mouth so full. Koyama watching him, dark eyes, breath rushing through his nose and that alone is enough to have him press a second finger in a little faster then he would have liked. Nerves made him jumpy. When Koyama told him about this he was a little more then drunk with lips wet from where Shige had been in the middle of trying to shove his tongue down Koyama’s throat and eat him up at the same time, it was sort of usual generally he doesn’t ever stop talking. This time the things he said hit Shige somewhere in the solar plexus knocking the breath from him and making him feel all hot and tight. ’I want, I’ve always wanted to try breath play.’ Koyama’s eyes coy as he touched the mouth of the bottle to his lips, tongue flicking to catch stray moisture. ‘Can you imagine?’
Shige hasn’t been able to do anything but that since.
He wrapped one of Koyama’s ridiculously long legs around his waist, walking his fingers across the soft sensitive skin all the way up his thigh where his cock is already an angry red straining against his flat belly and it’s a testament to how much Koyama really does want this. Curling his palm about it, Shige kissed Koyama’s hot cheek. “I’m going to fuck you now.” Normally he wasn’t the talker and the words feel weird and sort of dirty along his tongue, and maybe just a bit hot when they slip from his lips, but with Koyama gagged the silence would feel even weirder. Koyama made a small noise caught somewhere between a whine and a gasp his legs tightening around Shige’s waist trying to pull him closer.
Koyama tossed his head, digging the nails of one hand into Shige’s bicep where he’s leaning over Koyama to brace himself, watching the way his face twists and he guides himself, pressing the blunt head of his cock inside. Writhing against the sheets, shoulders tensed moaning around the gag, Shige bit into his lip, god it felt like Koyama was trying to swallow him, like he could just crawl all the way up inside, so hot and tight and so delicious, each ring of muscle flexing and inviting him deeper.
“Ah, yeah.” He felt way too hot all over and Koyama felt hotter inside still, his spine taut, tense with his hips flush against Koyama’s ass. “Feels so good.” He couldn’t bring himself to say some of the things that Ryo would say during sex, the curses he spits and hisses, things so pornographic that it makes Shige’s ears flush thinking about it later, but it was an effort. Koyama rolled smoothly under him, hips pressing back to meet his in these mind-blowing circles, tugging at the sheets and pulling Shige in tighter with his legs. Grabbing slim hips he sat back, Koyama body trying to hold him in, vision riveted on where he could see himself pulling out, slow, so slow, hovering for just a dizzying heartbeat with just the head still inside. Slamming back in while pulling Koyama’s hips back sharply earned him a muffled wail.
Biting his lips to keep his focus and not loose himself in the willing way Koyama opened for him; give up the plan and fuck him into the mattress until Koyama was sobbing behind the gag. Instead he leaned over him, folding the taller man’s legs up and pressing soft kisses against the sharp curves of his cheeks, saliva was seeping from the corners of his mouth shiny in the lighting where Koyama was unable to swallow it back. He couldn’t help it, tracing the nail of his index finger through the mess, drawing along the bottom curve of his mouth; Koyama arched into the touch, eyes fluttering closed. He grabbed one of the taller man’s hands peeling his fingers from the grip he had on the sheets, and placing it so his palm is pressing against the leaking head of his own cock, knuckles hitting Shige’s tight stomach. Thrusting in deep, making the entire bed press forward, the headboard knocking against the wall, and Shige would have laughed if he could manage to inhale properly, as it stood he took fast shallow breaths that left him light headed, pulse thundering too-loud and too fast through his temples.
He’s broken out in a light sweat and Koyama’s fingers slip across his shoulder, nails biting into the skin lightly.
The older man has his eyes tightly closed head thrown back the muscles and tendons in his neck working as he strained to push back against Shige. He jolted suddenly, spine going tense and legs so tight around him that Shige thought that he was in danger of cracking a rib, when his hand finally found its purchase. He’s pressing the thickest part of the edge of his palm against Koyama’s nose; eyes go comically wide, meeting his for a heartbeat. Unable to hold his gaze Shige stared hard at the way Koyama’s adam’s apple bobbed, throat working but no air getting through at all, and he fucks Koyama harder, letting each thrust rock the headboard, bang bang bang.
Nails pinch tight into the curve of his shoulder, Koyama’s entire body tightening around him, tighter then, oh fuck, tighter then when Shige fucks him even after he’s already slicked both their stomachs with cum. He’s trying to maintain control, to keep watching Koyama and make sure he’s okay even as he pounds into him, sweat making Koyama’s legs slip around his waist, and it feels so good. It happens like a movie in fast motion, one moment Koyama is bucking under him. The moment Shige let go, he came, spine arching so sharp he was in danger of damaging himself as he comes and comes and comes between them, thick and hot splashing against Shige’s belly even. Eyelashes wet with tears making desperate choking sounds deep in his throat, hands tugging at the gag to pull it off.
So completely wrapped up in Koyama’s intense reaction he wasn’t ready when it burned its way through him, spreading out from his balls and traveling like electricity all the way to his fingertips and back, doubling on itself and snapping his spine ridged. He groaned low in his chest, rotating his hips in tight grinding circles as it relentlessly tore through him. The sound of velcro was loud, almost louder then the rapid pulse of his heart, feeling sort of like it wanted to beat straight through his chest.
“Are you okay?” Koyama rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth, trying to tidy himself a little, a futile effort considering the slick mess painting his abs, up inside him even.
“That was incredible.” Breathless, eyes shining and wet, Koyama kissed him, hard and deep suckling lightly on Shige’s tongue. “I… Shige- fuck.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Pairing: Shige/Koyama
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Koyama wants something and it’s making Shige crazy. As usual Shige caves.
Warnings: Breathplay
Notes: ... porn porn porn.
--And I'm scared, And I'm nervous
Trying is always worth It
Oh I’m alive right now, look at me --Amerie ft. Se7en – Take control
Shige was flushed bright red, it was actually sort of a cute look on him not one seen often but cute anyways, the edge of his pink tongue touching the corner of his mouth as if deep in thought. Unbeknownst to plans unfolding Koyama was lying on his bed, a magazine open between his propped elbows kicking his feet absently through the air. Stepping up quickly before he lost his nerve and retreated to the kitchen (that would make four times in the past week and a half). Grabbing one of Koyama’s slim ankles mid-kick made him squeak, shoulders tensing in surprise.
“You scared me.” Koyama squinted, mouth curling into a sort of a pout that Shige knew was Koyama’s pale pass for a scowl, he arched his back to look over his shoulder at Shige.
“I wasn’t trying, you’re just not paying enough attention.” His voice came from far away, some different person who just so happened to look like him spoke as if he wasn’t battling a swarm of angry bees in his stomach. Fingers around Koyama’s ankle gripped a shade too tight to stop them from trembling; if Koyama noticed it he didn’t say anything about it.
“Well you did.” The loud slap of the glossy pages almost made him jump and he had to bite down on a small hysterical noise that wanted to burst from him. He was being stupid; he’d worked through it several times, forwards and backwards, then researched it on his computer and played it out again (coming like a volcano after jerking off imagining doing that to Koyama.) There was absolutely no reason for him to feel so petrified.
“Ahh,” Pausing, a little too long to be natural, and if Koyama wasn’t so dense sometimes Shige figured he’d at least know that something was up by now. “I was thinking…” At that Koyama rolled onto his back, kicking his foot free of Shige’s grip and propping himself up on his arms. That position pushed his chest forward, the light muscle and the sharp dips of bone visible through the worn-thin material of his favourite lounge shirt. There was a small hole just above the line of his pants, big enough that Shige could worm his finger into it and trace the smooth silken skin of Koyama’s abdomen. He could see the faint peak of nipples, and it was quite the task to keep his eyes on Koyama’s the urge to look away was threatening to choke him up, again. ’Be a man.’, he would be disturbed later that the tiny voice in the back of his head sounded a lot like Ryo, for now he settled for pressing one knee on the bed so he was closer to Koyama not touching yet but he could smell the faintly floral scent.
“About?” The afternoon sun streaming in through the parted curtains hit just above Koyama’s hip, a stripe of orange and Shige watched it with fascination, giving up eye contact after all.
“Remember, you told me something last week?” Koyama’s brows drew together, and then his mouth rounded slightly, understanding visibly dawning on his face.
“Shige, I-I didn’t want you to freak out.” Setting two knees on the bed and pushing into Koyama’s personal space recklessly.
“Who’s freaking out?” He pursed his lips together, and Koyama titled back into the bed just a bit. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.” Pink tongue flicked against Koyama’s lips and Shige watched the saliva glisten, feeling like there wasn’t enough air for him, head feeling too light like it was going to fly away or pop, something to relive the tension buzzing behind his eyes. “All day Koyama, it’s all I can think about.” At this his taller friend flushed, pink creeping across his cheeks and Shige knew from experience that if he watched long enough it would eventually spill down his throat and chest, a full body blush. “I want to do it, fuck, I want to be the one to do… it to you.” He can’t even bring himself to say it, feels like it would sound dirty, wrong even if he did.
“Shige.” Rolling closer to him, Koyama propped himself on one arm, tipping his head so he could press a soft kiss to the side of Shige’s mouth watching him with hungry eyes. “Say it please?”
“Take off your clothes.” His mouth gone dry and his heart was beating somewhere up near the base of his tongue and he’s surprised he managed to speak at all without choking on it. Blinking at him for a moment in stunned silence and Shige totally hadn’t meant for it to come out as rough as it had, almost like he was ordering the older man around, and he flushed right along with him, about to take it back when Koyama shifted, sitting up and pulling his t-shirt over his head. “I’m going t-to fuck you while I choke you.” It didn’t sound hot at all to him his voice cracking and uneven, but Koyama gasped a sharp little inhale of breath followed by a low desperate whimper. The longer bits of his hair hide his face but Shige watched as his chest glowed pink with blush and his hands stuttered over the button to his jeans.
Some higher reptilian part of his brain managed to get his pants unzipped and pulled down without damaging anything important, leaving the buttons of his shirt done, because he really didn’t want to deal with them, didn’t have enough feeling left in his fingertips to not manage breaking a button or two. Koyama wiggled his way out of his boxers leaving him one long line of tanned skin and lithe muscle, the cartography of dips and peaks of bones and tissue flowing just under flesh hypnotizing him; he ran his hand across the flat plane of his stomach without thinking about it Koyama subtly pushing into the caress.
On autopilot he grabbed a pillow and Koyama lifted his hips so he could slide it under, the slight elevation forcing Koyama’s back to arch. He knew from experience that it was his favourite position, face to face with whoever was fucking him, wrapping long arms and legs like vines, a feeling like he’ll never let go. Shige swallowed thickly, he’s seen Koyama do a lot of different things, a lot really. He’s fed him his cock while YamaPi fucked him hard and fast, brutal over the arm of the dressing room couch, cupped his jaw in his hand and felt where tender lips stretched. He’s jerked off all over Koyama’s face while the rest of News watched and waited their turn, feeling mixed lust and horror with eyes fixated on Tego’s cum cooling on his shoulder. In all that he’s never had Koyama look at him quite like this. It’s electric and burning at the same time, face bright pink, chest moving like he really couldn’t breath properly; eyes so dark and full of need that Shige can’t locate any hint of rational thought there. He just looked really fucking desperate.
“Here lift.” He had barely managed to get the words out and Koyama was already hooking his arms under his knees and curling his hips up towards Shige. “When we do this I want you to put your hand on my shoulder and I’ll stop if you drop it.” His voice sounded far away, and Koyama arched, biting down on his lip to muffle the cry that wanted to tear from his throat as Shige pushed his middle finger inside him without grace or warning. “Understand?” Leaning over and twisting his wrist at and odd angle so he could speak right up against Koyama’s lips, laving the bite mark with his tongue.
Whimpering Koyama nodded, pressing his eyes closed and part of Shige really wouldn’t be all that surprised if he started crying now. Shige’s fingers shook, and he took a deep calming breath, tasting the faint herbal flavour of tea on Koyama’s breath. He was really going to do this, thinking about it and actually pressing the gag he’d bought just for the occasion against Koyama’s slack mouth was something completely different. His stomach is trying to crawl up and out through his mouth, but Koyama’s staring at him with eyes blown wide lips stretched full as Shige finished, absently running his hand along the contrasting sensation of soft and hard, his insides twisted a mix of apprehension and something thicker and darker that he doesn’t want to think about too deeply.
For a second Shige’s worried that he’s too scared to get hard, but he’s young and that’s almost impossible even for someone as skittish as Shige usually is with this sort of thing, a bit relieved when his dick pulses as he stares at the way lips stretch, mouth so full. Koyama watching him, dark eyes, breath rushing through his nose and that alone is enough to have him press a second finger in a little faster then he would have liked. Nerves made him jumpy. When Koyama told him about this he was a little more then drunk with lips wet from where Shige had been in the middle of trying to shove his tongue down Koyama’s throat and eat him up at the same time, it was sort of usual generally he doesn’t ever stop talking. This time the things he said hit Shige somewhere in the solar plexus knocking the breath from him and making him feel all hot and tight. ’I want, I’ve always wanted to try breath play.’ Koyama’s eyes coy as he touched the mouth of the bottle to his lips, tongue flicking to catch stray moisture. ‘Can you imagine?’
Shige hasn’t been able to do anything but that since.
He wrapped one of Koyama’s ridiculously long legs around his waist, walking his fingers across the soft sensitive skin all the way up his thigh where his cock is already an angry red straining against his flat belly and it’s a testament to how much Koyama really does want this. Curling his palm about it, Shige kissed Koyama’s hot cheek. “I’m going to fuck you now.” Normally he wasn’t the talker and the words feel weird and sort of dirty along his tongue, and maybe just a bit hot when they slip from his lips, but with Koyama gagged the silence would feel even weirder. Koyama made a small noise caught somewhere between a whine and a gasp his legs tightening around Shige’s waist trying to pull him closer.
Koyama tossed his head, digging the nails of one hand into Shige’s bicep where he’s leaning over Koyama to brace himself, watching the way his face twists and he guides himself, pressing the blunt head of his cock inside. Writhing against the sheets, shoulders tensed moaning around the gag, Shige bit into his lip, god it felt like Koyama was trying to swallow him, like he could just crawl all the way up inside, so hot and tight and so delicious, each ring of muscle flexing and inviting him deeper.
“Ah, yeah.” He felt way too hot all over and Koyama felt hotter inside still, his spine taut, tense with his hips flush against Koyama’s ass. “Feels so good.” He couldn’t bring himself to say some of the things that Ryo would say during sex, the curses he spits and hisses, things so pornographic that it makes Shige’s ears flush thinking about it later, but it was an effort. Koyama rolled smoothly under him, hips pressing back to meet his in these mind-blowing circles, tugging at the sheets and pulling Shige in tighter with his legs. Grabbing slim hips he sat back, Koyama body trying to hold him in, vision riveted on where he could see himself pulling out, slow, so slow, hovering for just a dizzying heartbeat with just the head still inside. Slamming back in while pulling Koyama’s hips back sharply earned him a muffled wail.
Biting his lips to keep his focus and not loose himself in the willing way Koyama opened for him; give up the plan and fuck him into the mattress until Koyama was sobbing behind the gag. Instead he leaned over him, folding the taller man’s legs up and pressing soft kisses against the sharp curves of his cheeks, saliva was seeping from the corners of his mouth shiny in the lighting where Koyama was unable to swallow it back. He couldn’t help it, tracing the nail of his index finger through the mess, drawing along the bottom curve of his mouth; Koyama arched into the touch, eyes fluttering closed. He grabbed one of the taller man’s hands peeling his fingers from the grip he had on the sheets, and placing it so his palm is pressing against the leaking head of his own cock, knuckles hitting Shige’s tight stomach. Thrusting in deep, making the entire bed press forward, the headboard knocking against the wall, and Shige would have laughed if he could manage to inhale properly, as it stood he took fast shallow breaths that left him light headed, pulse thundering too-loud and too fast through his temples.
He’s broken out in a light sweat and Koyama’s fingers slip across his shoulder, nails biting into the skin lightly.
The older man has his eyes tightly closed head thrown back the muscles and tendons in his neck working as he strained to push back against Shige. He jolted suddenly, spine going tense and legs so tight around him that Shige thought that he was in danger of cracking a rib, when his hand finally found its purchase. He’s pressing the thickest part of the edge of his palm against Koyama’s nose; eyes go comically wide, meeting his for a heartbeat. Unable to hold his gaze Shige stared hard at the way Koyama’s adam’s apple bobbed, throat working but no air getting through at all, and he fucks Koyama harder, letting each thrust rock the headboard, bang bang bang.
Nails pinch tight into the curve of his shoulder, Koyama’s entire body tightening around him, tighter then, oh fuck, tighter then when Shige fucks him even after he’s already slicked both their stomachs with cum. He’s trying to maintain control, to keep watching Koyama and make sure he’s okay even as he pounds into him, sweat making Koyama’s legs slip around his waist, and it feels so good. It happens like a movie in fast motion, one moment Koyama is bucking under him. The moment Shige let go, he came, spine arching so sharp he was in danger of damaging himself as he comes and comes and comes between them, thick and hot splashing against Shige’s belly even. Eyelashes wet with tears making desperate choking sounds deep in his throat, hands tugging at the gag to pull it off.
So completely wrapped up in Koyama’s intense reaction he wasn’t ready when it burned its way through him, spreading out from his balls and traveling like electricity all the way to his fingertips and back, doubling on itself and snapping his spine ridged. He groaned low in his chest, rotating his hips in tight grinding circles as it relentlessly tore through him. The sound of velcro was loud, almost louder then the rapid pulse of his heart, feeling sort of like it wanted to beat straight through his chest.
“Are you okay?” Koyama rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth, trying to tidy himself a little, a futile effort considering the slick mess painting his abs, up inside him even.
“That was incredible.” Breathless, eyes shining and wet, Koyama kissed him, hard and deep suckling lightly on Shige’s tongue. “I… Shige- fuck.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
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Date: 2008-10-15 04:24 pm (UTC)(coming like a volcano after jerking off imagining doing that to Koyama.)
mount shige!
he would be disturbed later that the tiny voice in the back of his head sounded a lot like Ryo
ahahahaha
feeling like there wasn’t enough air for him
kind of appropriate considering where it's going
“Say it please?”
“Take off your clothes.”
DIES. shige. aggressive shige. nrrrrgh.
“I’m going t-to fuck you while I choke you.”
this is my face right now: O_O I AM SO GLAD NOBODY ELSE IS HERE.
over the arm of the dressing room couch, cupped his jaw in his hand and felt where tender lips stretched. He’s jerked off all over Koyama’s face while the rest of News watched and waited their turn
hey, i remember that fic XD
omg i love how reluctant shige is and how scared but he's doing it anyway. because he loves koyama!
god it felt like Koyama was trying to swallow him, like he could just crawl all the way up inside, so hot and tight and so delicious, each ring of muscle flexing and inviting him deeper.
dying. kari. your porn. dead.
the headboard knocking against the wall
BANG BANG BANG BANG :D
oh wow i've never read breathplay like this. usually it's choking at the neck, not blocking off the breathing holes. very different!
askjdhskj i love you. lots. <3333333333333333333
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Date: 2008-10-15 04:55 pm (UTC)over the arm of the dressing room couch, cupped his jaw in his hand and felt where tender lips stretched. He’s jerked off all over Koyama’s face while the rest of News watched and waited their turn
hey, i remember that fic XD
Okay, that was for you!
the headboard knocking against the wall
BANG BANG BANG BANG :D
Hopefully the neighbours are out... =O
Well, see I'm sure Shige would have done all his homework and went through everything he could find, and I'm quite sure he'd choose the one that was the safest and least harmful to Koyama, I was going to put that in somewhere, because Shige is a darling but it didn't fit D:
=DDD Thaaaaaaaaaaaanks.
Also?
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Date: 2008-10-15 05:27 pm (UTC)ahaha a lot of us would. XD
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Date: 2008-10-15 08:26 pm (UTC)aldfkamdlfkamlsdkfm.
I've been looking for some good Koyashige, but alkdfmald I love the mentions of Ryo too :DDDDDD
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Date: 2008-10-15 09:10 pm (UTC)Ryo is ninja! Not sure how he gets there, just sort of does.
Thanks for reading =DDD
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Date: 2008-10-15 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-15 09:23 pm (UTC)That really would explain everything.
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Date: 2008-10-16 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-15 11:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-16 10:26 am (UTC)that was something XD
thanks for sharing! (^_^)v
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Date: 2008-10-16 02:07 pm (UTC)Yesyesyes!
That's all I can say at the moment.
THANK YOU!
KoyaShige aren't even a pairing that I usually read, cause they often tend to get very very fluffy, and even though I like fluff it's just.. too much sometimes.
But this, this was not too much of anything, this was perfect!
You are my new porn-heroine! ^^
I went ahead and friended you btw. ^^
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Date: 2008-10-17 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 08:26 pm (UTC)Can I just say. . .wow. . .
I do love my KoyaShige and I do love my kinks, but I so rarely get to see them together. I guess KoyaShige comes across as too wholesome? I'm glad you suffer no such compunctions. This was awesome.
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Date: 2009-06-11 12:36 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it :D
I think I wrote this one for Crys actually, or she asked me to write it; something like that. And you just know that it is the two dorks who get up to some wild and kinky stuff. Thanks for the comment~
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Date: 2009-06-11 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-02 02:52 am (UTC)That is the filthiest, sexiest paragraph of any fic I've ever read, and I DEMAND THAT YOU LET ME READ THE BACK STORY RIGHT NOW. XD
Seriously, I'm not a bukkake fan AT ALL, and you really made me want you to write this. That was DELICIOUS, every bit of it. :D I love the way you write kink. It's utterly incredible.
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Date: 2009-09-03 02:03 am (UTC)Thank you~ I'm super glad you like my stuff!!
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Date: 2009-09-04 12:28 am (UTC)*revives and runs off to read*
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Date: 2010-01-29 06:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-30 10:09 pm (UTC)Shige would be so freaked out, but curious, and I like that about him.
Thank you for the comment~~!