2 fics for the 09 New Years anonmeme
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Pick a hand, any hand
Pairing: Sho x Jun x Aiba
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sho and Aiba wants Jun to choose. What better way to help him make his mind other than a threesome? Blindfold is a win XD
Jun figured later that maybe he should haven taken Aiba more seriously. Of course that was ludicrous, no one took Aiba seriously ever, not even when he’d looked at Jun, eyes sharp in a way that only Nino usually managed, and told him that it was ‘enough already’.
“Untie me. Now.” Voice like the snap of a whip, there were very few people who didn’t cower and flee under his ire, people twice his weight would jump at the sound of his voice. Jun’s temper tantrums were practically legend now (and when blind folds and Aiba were involved good things never happened). “I’ll kill you and mutilate your corpse.”
Someone sniggered and Jun swore to holy hell if Nino was involved somebody was going to be disemboweled; painfully.
“Now now Jun.” Aiba tugged on his sleeve, he’d been tied and led through enough halls that he’d been completely turned around by the time Aiba had wrestled him into a hard-backed chair and tied him too it with even more knots. He must look like a parcel by now.
“You’re the one that pushed us to this after all, so shut up and behave for once.”
He stiffened; turning towards where he thought the voice came from.
“Sho? Wait, wait I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He tugged on the knots, but Aiba must have been a boy scout in a previous life because there was no give at all.
“Sure you do.” Aiba was to his other side, nasal voice completely different then Sho’s. “You didn’t think you could hide it did you?”
“I wasn’t trying to hide it from you.” He huffed, putting as much swagger into his voice as he could to cover that small part of his heart that panged with the thought that maybe he’d hurt them inadvertently. They were all adults. Adults act rationally, and didn’t tie people to chairs, they could have had a nice reasonable talk. “Do you want a divorce or something?” He snapped in what he figured was the direction of Sho. He could almost hear Sho frown.
‘High-strung’ was an understatement for Jun’s usual mental state, and he was busy enough that he had precious few moments to unwind on his own. Sometimes Sho was there and sometimes Aiba was there, it wasn’t like he was cheating per say.
“No silly.” Aiba had moved closer and he shivered, he hadn’t even heard his steps.
“We just want you to choose.” Sho had moved closer at some point and Jun jumped as much as he could, cursing softly.
“I really don’t like being the other woman.” Aiba spoke voice caught between mocking and laughing and Jun sorely wished he could smack him round the head; it would feel so damn gratifying. The idiots both had it coming anyways.
“It’s not a matter of oh!” Jun bit his tongue when someone grabbed his hair and pulled his head backwards, lips attacking his neck suddenly, too hot in the chilly room. He thought it might be Sho, the hand in his hair and the sharp sting of teeth on his skin demanding and everything he associated with the older man.
“You’ll chose.” Aiba whispered against the corner of his mouth.
Aiba kissed carefully, tongue lapping softly at the corner of Jun’s mouth. Someone’s hand groped at his crotch outlining the shape of his flaccid dick in his too-tight jeans. Grunting against Aiba’s mouth he figured it must be Sho’s hand, Aiba was never actually rough with him, but weren’t those Sho’s hands, one in his hair the other hot and braced against his narrow chest?
Trying to kiss Aiba back he attempted to arch against the hands, the bonds not giving much, his shoulders straining with the effort. Rough hands brought him to hardness faster then he’d thought possible, it was almost painful. His neck hurt from the angle, and Aiba was gone, Sho eating from his mouth this time, it felt like Sho but the way that tongue caressed his felt almost like Aiba.
He was spinning in the darkness trying desperately to keep calm as hands undid his pants, while somehow running through his hair and pinching his nipples at the same time. Sensory overload, everything burned and felt too sharp like the blade of a knife, someone’s mouth wet and hot through the cotton of his shirt, mouthing at his skin, teeth blunted by the fabric.
“Oh god.” He moaned, breaking a little as he tossed his head, shuddering and tugging helplessly at his restraints. Blunt fingers dug into his side, lifting him slightly as his pants were tugged down a little, peeling the denim away from his pale hips. Nails scraped the sharp jut of his hipbones and he hissed, the cool hair hitting the overly-warm head of his cock. “Please.”
“Who?” Voice like they had been gargling with sand and Jun tried to muster his stressed brain enough to place the voice, mouth working for a few seconds trying to form words.
“Anyone.” He hissed.
“Slut.” And oh god, that was Aiba, he actually whimpered turning his face away.
“Please.” His dick twitched, curving upwards towards his stomach. He couldn’t think not like this.
Hands hot against his tummy, slipping up under his shirt pulling it up with them until blunt nails hit the peaks of his nipples. The first pinch was like fireworks going off in the darkness and Jun yelped, he’d probably just set a record for being turned on the fastest ever. His whole body burned and he shifted his hips, hoping someone would take the hint and touch his cock.
“Just tell us which one.” Growled against his throat. Teeth scraping across his abs.
“It doesn’t fucking matter.” He moaned desperately.
“Not the right answer.”
He grunted, twisting against the hard-backed chair, he’d fucking begged, what more did they want from him? “I can’t choose dammit.”
“What was that?” Hot breath against the head of his cock fanning against his ticklish tummy and he could have sobbed, so close. “Say it again.”
“I can’t choose. I like you both.”
“That’s good enough for now.”
The mouth licked at the head of his dick, fingers rubbing his balls; tugging his pants lower out of the way and Jun tossed his head back, moaning loudly. Two tongues, hot moist breath and the wet sounds of licks and sucks echoed through his head, fingers flexing against his bonds, eyes pressed shut together. His brain is going to melt and seep out his ear, it felt like heaven and he’s going to go insane with it.
“Please.”
When the hot mouth sucked him down he yelped, chin hitting his chest. Mouths and hands pulled his orgasm from him embarrassingly fast, he actually did sob with the force of it, coming and coming until he thought that he really couldn’t any more without damaging anything. He felt light as a feather and strung out in a good way when it was done, sagging against his chair and breathing like he’d just performed a concert after smoking a whole pack. Four hands stroked any available skin; sliding down arms that tingled and across his hips, skin feeling hypersensitive to the light caresses.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Aiba kissed him soft and sweet, followed by Sho humming faintly against his mouth as he tasted Jun’s tongue.
“Good choice.”
“Untie me right now.”
Title: Sometimes in the morn'
Pairing: Tsuyoshi x Ohno
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: PORN. Boat sex. Fishing lines as bondage? *o*
People say that they must have the most interesting conversation ever, talking about the beginning of the universe and the real meaning of music among other more blasé topics.
“Pass that?” Tsuyoshi pointed vaguely to the box on the other side of Ohno; arbitrarily he picked out a neon pink bait and passed it.
In fact they didn’t really talk much at all.
It was the ass-crack of dawn; both of them had filming later; places to be theoretically speaking. Metaphorically speaking in the foggy dawn light they were free as the fish in the water, but with a less-grim fate.
They may have hobbies in common, but it’s not really something that can be expressed with words, although sometimes they do talk about watercolours when the down is particularly beautiful. Ohno never said anything about Tsuyoshi big yellow Captain Highlander hat, and Tsuyoshi doesn’t say anything about the way Ohno arrives ten minutes early bouncing on his toes as he waits for the boat to launch.
It’s a ritual now, something almost spiritual that doesn’t really need conversation to justify it.
The sun was coming up, hitting the thin fog and diffracting wildly into floating rainbows. Everyone involved could appreciate rainbows.
The mood was mellow and if Ohno tried to paint it he’d use a pale sort of yellow. He set his rod down in the holder, scooting his butt back on the narrow bench installed in their little rented boat. He unzipped his formless brown boots, with the sun coming up it would heat up pretty fast, shedding his overcoat into a pile under him as well. Picking up the rod again he watched the bob for any sign of movement, it’s been a slow morning for the both of them.
“Hey.” Maybe so slow that he drifted off, nodding with his head against his chest. “Wake up.” Tsuyoshi’s face is scrunched up in what looked like a cross between exasperation and annoyance; it made Ohno smile faintly, it was sort of really damn cute.
“I’m awake.”
“It’s so slow, you didn’t miss anything.” There is almost a pout in his nasal voice and Ohno shrugged, trying to clear the spider webs from his brain. The sun was higher in the sky now, and his bait was gone. He fixed it quickly, tying another bait onto the end and setting it in the bracket to wait. The time between heartbeats dragged on sluggishly, and he was going to fall asleep again at this rate, a real waste of his rare sempai bonding time.
“Wanna fuck then?” Tsuyoshi quirked an eyebrow, the younger man shrugged. “Nothing is biting today.” Offered as an explanation.
The air between them oddly still felt mellow and Ohno decided then and there that he wouldn’t mind spending a lot more time with Tsuyoshi in the future. The older man could teach him to shop, or they could just grow old together on this boat.
“Sure.” Tsuyoshi methodically attached his fishing pole to the bracket, shedding his pale blue windbreaker at the same time.
When Tsuyoshi kissed him it wasn’t like a flash of fire, not like Nino and not like Jun in the least, it’s more like a slow burn, a pot of hot water set to sizzle. His tongue pressed against his own, his teeth, the edges of his lips, slow and leisurely like they had all the time in the world. His own hands were in the other man’s short hair, the bristles tickle his palms, and rubbing the thick black gossamer strands between his fingertips made them tingle. He kissed back, suckling gentle on the older man’s tongue, heat simmering in his socked toes, and rising like the tide up his feet.
It’s like being fucked with someone’s tongue and he didn’t know where Tsuyoshi learned to kiss like that but it was stealing his breath away hot and heavy between the two them. Groaning deep in his chest, the sound swallowed right away, he slipped his other hand to curl around one shoulder pulling him closer. It’s awkward with both of them on the narrow bench, knees bumped together repeatedly, and he was not nearly as close as he wanted to be.
“Oh fuck.” Tsuyoshi breathed, breath fanning against Ohno’s cheek. It’s up to his knees now, and Tsuyoshi’s hand there is too hot, too much, it might as well be on his cock for all it feels like, squeezing slightly with it’s own rhythm.
There was a narrow space for walking between their bench and the one that ran the other side of the boat. He kicked his boots out of the way, laying down his puffy coat, Tsuyoshi’s hands on his waist, the boat isn’t big enough really for personal space and Ohno’s never really noticed it until now. It’s liberating, kicking off his pants, there are no walls, and no doors to hide him out here, just the water and he doesn’t think anyone from the shore can see them.
There is just enough room for them, like someone had wondered if two people would need to have sex here when they designed it, a scarily perfect fit. Tsuyoshi lying on his back and Ohno straddling his lap, knees tucked in close and hands in the other man’s hair again. Tongues tangling lazily, his hips rotating lightly rubbing their cocks together, not enough friction to really feel good but just enough to make the sting sweet. Warm hands on his ass, strong fingers kneading the muscle stretching him, and god he’s never felt the ocean breeze there before, gooseflesh erupted down his spine.
They are burning hotter now, adding sticks to the fire and fanning it higher, Ohno was flushed with the heat now and so is Tsuyoshi, pale skin flushed an almost delicate pink. Dark eyes are darker then he’s ever seen them; looking like glittering inkwells. When Ohno lifts himself on his knees Tsuyoshi could stretch his arms out enough to grab the hand lotion from their tackle box between the tips of two brightly painted nails.
“Put your hands here and don’t move them.” Tsuyoshi tapped the floor to either side of his head. Ohno complied; leaving him on hands and knees over the older man, heart thundering in his ears and body tingling for his touch. Blunt fingers bumped against his thigh, creeping up the inside in a way that almost tickled. He couldn’t help but bow his back and thrust back against the fingers that wiggled against his balls from behind, pressing against the taught skin just behind them, slightly chilly and sending sparks racing up and down his spine. He moaned, letting his head fall forward so the longer bits of his bangs brushed against Tsuyoshi’s nose.
The blunt end of a finger pressed ran along his crack until it found the puckered hole, pressing against it but barely slipping in before pulling back. Teasing him with only the barest pressure, nothing like the stretch and burn he craved.
“Don’t be quiet now.” Tsuyoshi tilted his had back, arching up so he could press a kiss to his forehead. When that finger finally sunk inside he whined low in his chest, pressing back against it faster. “I want to hear you.”
“Yeah, okay.” Two fingers, still moving to the same beat, unwilling to be swayed. It burned, a slight sting that made him aware of every shift and slip of those two digits inside him. Chest tight and pulse pounding against his temples he groaned again, utterly shameless in his desire. “That’s good enough.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, just fuck me okay?” Breathing fast and shallow, body burning with it, throbbing in tandem behind his eyes, in his stomach, and along the length of his cock. He shivered when the fingers slid out of him, slick and warm against the bare skin of his upturned ass.
He shifted; walking forward on his knees a bit while Tsuyoshi tucked his legs in better, fitting together like a ball and socket joint, moving like it was a dance. Sitting back against the blunt press of the other man’s cock he sighed deeply mixed scent of seawater and sex thick in his lungs. The initial thrust was always the worst, wringing a strangled sound from him, body rebelling against the alien sensation of something pushing inside of him.
Tsuyoshi was chewing on his bottom lip, black eyelashes a long dark fan against his round cheeks. Then he was not focusing on anything but the feeling of his own body stretching around the girth of the other man’s cock. There isn’t anything else that felt quite like it, Ohno can’t help the desperate moan, nails digging into the benches as he lowered himself until their hips were flush together.
“Mmm.” A throaty hum, lips slack with pleasure, eyes barely open enough to watch Ohno.
Feet braced under him, and hands gripping the benches to keep his balance, hands petting his side, delicate and a little ticklish. The very energy of the world helped him ride Tsuyoshi, lifting himself with the rocking of the boat and sinking back down on Tsuyoshi, pressing things deep inside that sent tinkles throughout his body, curling his toes and making his chest flush. He tipped backwards, one hand slipping as the older thrust up with surprising strength, and high holy hell it felt like someone is stroking his dick from inside.
“Oh god.” Ohno sucked a quick breath in between his teeth and Tsuyoshi’s laugh was more then a little breathless.
It doesn’t take too much more; his bones were burning, even his scalp tingling with the force of it. Too bright he had to close his eyes, a soft hand wrapping around his cock; tugging on it sharply and that was it. Flashing through his nervous system like he had been struck by lightning, too intense for words.
The boat rocked, Tsuyoshi’s free hand gripping his hips with enough force to bruise, pressing his heels into the bottom of the boat and using the leverage to his advantage. There isn’t much that Ohno can do but hold on tight.
Basking in the sunlight, and both probably more then a little late for prior engagements by now, since the air brushing his naked shoulder went from cool to warm at some point without him noticing. “I’d paint it yellow.” He murmured, pressing his face against Tsuyoshi’s chest, there isn’t enough room for them to lie side by side.
“With green spots.” Tsuyoshi agreed, he liked spots.
Pairing: Sho x Jun x Aiba
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sho and Aiba wants Jun to choose. What better way to help him make his mind other than a threesome? Blindfold is a win XD
Jun figured later that maybe he should haven taken Aiba more seriously. Of course that was ludicrous, no one took Aiba seriously ever, not even when he’d looked at Jun, eyes sharp in a way that only Nino usually managed, and told him that it was ‘enough already’.
“Untie me. Now.” Voice like the snap of a whip, there were very few people who didn’t cower and flee under his ire, people twice his weight would jump at the sound of his voice. Jun’s temper tantrums were practically legend now (and when blind folds and Aiba were involved good things never happened). “I’ll kill you and mutilate your corpse.”
Someone sniggered and Jun swore to holy hell if Nino was involved somebody was going to be disemboweled; painfully.
“Now now Jun.” Aiba tugged on his sleeve, he’d been tied and led through enough halls that he’d been completely turned around by the time Aiba had wrestled him into a hard-backed chair and tied him too it with even more knots. He must look like a parcel by now.
“You’re the one that pushed us to this after all, so shut up and behave for once.”
He stiffened; turning towards where he thought the voice came from.
“Sho? Wait, wait I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He tugged on the knots, but Aiba must have been a boy scout in a previous life because there was no give at all.
“Sure you do.” Aiba was to his other side, nasal voice completely different then Sho’s. “You didn’t think you could hide it did you?”
“I wasn’t trying to hide it from you.” He huffed, putting as much swagger into his voice as he could to cover that small part of his heart that panged with the thought that maybe he’d hurt them inadvertently. They were all adults. Adults act rationally, and didn’t tie people to chairs, they could have had a nice reasonable talk. “Do you want a divorce or something?” He snapped in what he figured was the direction of Sho. He could almost hear Sho frown.
‘High-strung’ was an understatement for Jun’s usual mental state, and he was busy enough that he had precious few moments to unwind on his own. Sometimes Sho was there and sometimes Aiba was there, it wasn’t like he was cheating per say.
“No silly.” Aiba had moved closer and he shivered, he hadn’t even heard his steps.
“We just want you to choose.” Sho had moved closer at some point and Jun jumped as much as he could, cursing softly.
“I really don’t like being the other woman.” Aiba spoke voice caught between mocking and laughing and Jun sorely wished he could smack him round the head; it would feel so damn gratifying. The idiots both had it coming anyways.
“It’s not a matter of oh!” Jun bit his tongue when someone grabbed his hair and pulled his head backwards, lips attacking his neck suddenly, too hot in the chilly room. He thought it might be Sho, the hand in his hair and the sharp sting of teeth on his skin demanding and everything he associated with the older man.
“You’ll chose.” Aiba whispered against the corner of his mouth.
Aiba kissed carefully, tongue lapping softly at the corner of Jun’s mouth. Someone’s hand groped at his crotch outlining the shape of his flaccid dick in his too-tight jeans. Grunting against Aiba’s mouth he figured it must be Sho’s hand, Aiba was never actually rough with him, but weren’t those Sho’s hands, one in his hair the other hot and braced against his narrow chest?
Trying to kiss Aiba back he attempted to arch against the hands, the bonds not giving much, his shoulders straining with the effort. Rough hands brought him to hardness faster then he’d thought possible, it was almost painful. His neck hurt from the angle, and Aiba was gone, Sho eating from his mouth this time, it felt like Sho but the way that tongue caressed his felt almost like Aiba.
He was spinning in the darkness trying desperately to keep calm as hands undid his pants, while somehow running through his hair and pinching his nipples at the same time. Sensory overload, everything burned and felt too sharp like the blade of a knife, someone’s mouth wet and hot through the cotton of his shirt, mouthing at his skin, teeth blunted by the fabric.
“Oh god.” He moaned, breaking a little as he tossed his head, shuddering and tugging helplessly at his restraints. Blunt fingers dug into his side, lifting him slightly as his pants were tugged down a little, peeling the denim away from his pale hips. Nails scraped the sharp jut of his hipbones and he hissed, the cool hair hitting the overly-warm head of his cock. “Please.”
“Who?” Voice like they had been gargling with sand and Jun tried to muster his stressed brain enough to place the voice, mouth working for a few seconds trying to form words.
“Anyone.” He hissed.
“Slut.” And oh god, that was Aiba, he actually whimpered turning his face away.
“Please.” His dick twitched, curving upwards towards his stomach. He couldn’t think not like this.
Hands hot against his tummy, slipping up under his shirt pulling it up with them until blunt nails hit the peaks of his nipples. The first pinch was like fireworks going off in the darkness and Jun yelped, he’d probably just set a record for being turned on the fastest ever. His whole body burned and he shifted his hips, hoping someone would take the hint and touch his cock.
“Just tell us which one.” Growled against his throat. Teeth scraping across his abs.
“It doesn’t fucking matter.” He moaned desperately.
“Not the right answer.”
He grunted, twisting against the hard-backed chair, he’d fucking begged, what more did they want from him? “I can’t choose dammit.”
“What was that?” Hot breath against the head of his cock fanning against his ticklish tummy and he could have sobbed, so close. “Say it again.”
“I can’t choose. I like you both.”
“That’s good enough for now.”
The mouth licked at the head of his dick, fingers rubbing his balls; tugging his pants lower out of the way and Jun tossed his head back, moaning loudly. Two tongues, hot moist breath and the wet sounds of licks and sucks echoed through his head, fingers flexing against his bonds, eyes pressed shut together. His brain is going to melt and seep out his ear, it felt like heaven and he’s going to go insane with it.
“Please.”
When the hot mouth sucked him down he yelped, chin hitting his chest. Mouths and hands pulled his orgasm from him embarrassingly fast, he actually did sob with the force of it, coming and coming until he thought that he really couldn’t any more without damaging anything. He felt light as a feather and strung out in a good way when it was done, sagging against his chair and breathing like he’d just performed a concert after smoking a whole pack. Four hands stroked any available skin; sliding down arms that tingled and across his hips, skin feeling hypersensitive to the light caresses.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Aiba kissed him soft and sweet, followed by Sho humming faintly against his mouth as he tasted Jun’s tongue.
“Good choice.”
“Untie me right now.”
Title: Sometimes in the morn'
Pairing: Tsuyoshi x Ohno
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: PORN. Boat sex. Fishing lines as bondage? *o*
People say that they must have the most interesting conversation ever, talking about the beginning of the universe and the real meaning of music among other more blasé topics.
“Pass that?” Tsuyoshi pointed vaguely to the box on the other side of Ohno; arbitrarily he picked out a neon pink bait and passed it.
In fact they didn’t really talk much at all.
It was the ass-crack of dawn; both of them had filming later; places to be theoretically speaking. Metaphorically speaking in the foggy dawn light they were free as the fish in the water, but with a less-grim fate.
They may have hobbies in common, but it’s not really something that can be expressed with words, although sometimes they do talk about watercolours when the down is particularly beautiful. Ohno never said anything about Tsuyoshi big yellow Captain Highlander hat, and Tsuyoshi doesn’t say anything about the way Ohno arrives ten minutes early bouncing on his toes as he waits for the boat to launch.
It’s a ritual now, something almost spiritual that doesn’t really need conversation to justify it.
The sun was coming up, hitting the thin fog and diffracting wildly into floating rainbows. Everyone involved could appreciate rainbows.
The mood was mellow and if Ohno tried to paint it he’d use a pale sort of yellow. He set his rod down in the holder, scooting his butt back on the narrow bench installed in their little rented boat. He unzipped his formless brown boots, with the sun coming up it would heat up pretty fast, shedding his overcoat into a pile under him as well. Picking up the rod again he watched the bob for any sign of movement, it’s been a slow morning for the both of them.
“Hey.” Maybe so slow that he drifted off, nodding with his head against his chest. “Wake up.” Tsuyoshi’s face is scrunched up in what looked like a cross between exasperation and annoyance; it made Ohno smile faintly, it was sort of really damn cute.
“I’m awake.”
“It’s so slow, you didn’t miss anything.” There is almost a pout in his nasal voice and Ohno shrugged, trying to clear the spider webs from his brain. The sun was higher in the sky now, and his bait was gone. He fixed it quickly, tying another bait onto the end and setting it in the bracket to wait. The time between heartbeats dragged on sluggishly, and he was going to fall asleep again at this rate, a real waste of his rare sempai bonding time.
“Wanna fuck then?” Tsuyoshi quirked an eyebrow, the younger man shrugged. “Nothing is biting today.” Offered as an explanation.
The air between them oddly still felt mellow and Ohno decided then and there that he wouldn’t mind spending a lot more time with Tsuyoshi in the future. The older man could teach him to shop, or they could just grow old together on this boat.
“Sure.” Tsuyoshi methodically attached his fishing pole to the bracket, shedding his pale blue windbreaker at the same time.
When Tsuyoshi kissed him it wasn’t like a flash of fire, not like Nino and not like Jun in the least, it’s more like a slow burn, a pot of hot water set to sizzle. His tongue pressed against his own, his teeth, the edges of his lips, slow and leisurely like they had all the time in the world. His own hands were in the other man’s short hair, the bristles tickle his palms, and rubbing the thick black gossamer strands between his fingertips made them tingle. He kissed back, suckling gentle on the older man’s tongue, heat simmering in his socked toes, and rising like the tide up his feet.
It’s like being fucked with someone’s tongue and he didn’t know where Tsuyoshi learned to kiss like that but it was stealing his breath away hot and heavy between the two them. Groaning deep in his chest, the sound swallowed right away, he slipped his other hand to curl around one shoulder pulling him closer. It’s awkward with both of them on the narrow bench, knees bumped together repeatedly, and he was not nearly as close as he wanted to be.
“Oh fuck.” Tsuyoshi breathed, breath fanning against Ohno’s cheek. It’s up to his knees now, and Tsuyoshi’s hand there is too hot, too much, it might as well be on his cock for all it feels like, squeezing slightly with it’s own rhythm.
There was a narrow space for walking between their bench and the one that ran the other side of the boat. He kicked his boots out of the way, laying down his puffy coat, Tsuyoshi’s hands on his waist, the boat isn’t big enough really for personal space and Ohno’s never really noticed it until now. It’s liberating, kicking off his pants, there are no walls, and no doors to hide him out here, just the water and he doesn’t think anyone from the shore can see them.
There is just enough room for them, like someone had wondered if two people would need to have sex here when they designed it, a scarily perfect fit. Tsuyoshi lying on his back and Ohno straddling his lap, knees tucked in close and hands in the other man’s hair again. Tongues tangling lazily, his hips rotating lightly rubbing their cocks together, not enough friction to really feel good but just enough to make the sting sweet. Warm hands on his ass, strong fingers kneading the muscle stretching him, and god he’s never felt the ocean breeze there before, gooseflesh erupted down his spine.
They are burning hotter now, adding sticks to the fire and fanning it higher, Ohno was flushed with the heat now and so is Tsuyoshi, pale skin flushed an almost delicate pink. Dark eyes are darker then he’s ever seen them; looking like glittering inkwells. When Ohno lifts himself on his knees Tsuyoshi could stretch his arms out enough to grab the hand lotion from their tackle box between the tips of two brightly painted nails.
“Put your hands here and don’t move them.” Tsuyoshi tapped the floor to either side of his head. Ohno complied; leaving him on hands and knees over the older man, heart thundering in his ears and body tingling for his touch. Blunt fingers bumped against his thigh, creeping up the inside in a way that almost tickled. He couldn’t help but bow his back and thrust back against the fingers that wiggled against his balls from behind, pressing against the taught skin just behind them, slightly chilly and sending sparks racing up and down his spine. He moaned, letting his head fall forward so the longer bits of his bangs brushed against Tsuyoshi’s nose.
The blunt end of a finger pressed ran along his crack until it found the puckered hole, pressing against it but barely slipping in before pulling back. Teasing him with only the barest pressure, nothing like the stretch and burn he craved.
“Don’t be quiet now.” Tsuyoshi tilted his had back, arching up so he could press a kiss to his forehead. When that finger finally sunk inside he whined low in his chest, pressing back against it faster. “I want to hear you.”
“Yeah, okay.” Two fingers, still moving to the same beat, unwilling to be swayed. It burned, a slight sting that made him aware of every shift and slip of those two digits inside him. Chest tight and pulse pounding against his temples he groaned again, utterly shameless in his desire. “That’s good enough.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, just fuck me okay?” Breathing fast and shallow, body burning with it, throbbing in tandem behind his eyes, in his stomach, and along the length of his cock. He shivered when the fingers slid out of him, slick and warm against the bare skin of his upturned ass.
He shifted; walking forward on his knees a bit while Tsuyoshi tucked his legs in better, fitting together like a ball and socket joint, moving like it was a dance. Sitting back against the blunt press of the other man’s cock he sighed deeply mixed scent of seawater and sex thick in his lungs. The initial thrust was always the worst, wringing a strangled sound from him, body rebelling against the alien sensation of something pushing inside of him.
Tsuyoshi was chewing on his bottom lip, black eyelashes a long dark fan against his round cheeks. Then he was not focusing on anything but the feeling of his own body stretching around the girth of the other man’s cock. There isn’t anything else that felt quite like it, Ohno can’t help the desperate moan, nails digging into the benches as he lowered himself until their hips were flush together.
“Mmm.” A throaty hum, lips slack with pleasure, eyes barely open enough to watch Ohno.
Feet braced under him, and hands gripping the benches to keep his balance, hands petting his side, delicate and a little ticklish. The very energy of the world helped him ride Tsuyoshi, lifting himself with the rocking of the boat and sinking back down on Tsuyoshi, pressing things deep inside that sent tinkles throughout his body, curling his toes and making his chest flush. He tipped backwards, one hand slipping as the older thrust up with surprising strength, and high holy hell it felt like someone is stroking his dick from inside.
“Oh god.” Ohno sucked a quick breath in between his teeth and Tsuyoshi’s laugh was more then a little breathless.
It doesn’t take too much more; his bones were burning, even his scalp tingling with the force of it. Too bright he had to close his eyes, a soft hand wrapping around his cock; tugging on it sharply and that was it. Flashing through his nervous system like he had been struck by lightning, too intense for words.
The boat rocked, Tsuyoshi’s free hand gripping his hips with enough force to bruise, pressing his heels into the bottom of the boat and using the leverage to his advantage. There isn’t much that Ohno can do but hold on tight.
Basking in the sunlight, and both probably more then a little late for prior engagements by now, since the air brushing his naked shoulder went from cool to warm at some point without him noticing. “I’d paint it yellow.” He murmured, pressing his face against Tsuyoshi’s chest, there isn’t enough room for them to lie side by side.
“With green spots.” Tsuyoshi agreed, he liked spots.
