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snoozing_kittenTitle: Well you must be a girl with shoes like that
Pairing: Ryo / Koyama
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Koyama is easy if you know the trick, Ryo’s got it down to a science.
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trivialaffair from a long time ago...
Hey there sugar baby
Saw you twice at the pop show
You taste just like glitter
Mixed with rock and roll - Lady Gaga - Boys Boys Boys
“I’ve got something.” Ryo’s sing-song voice was half terrifying and half annoying depending on what side of his temper you were on, and the phase of the moon. As it was, the moon was in a waning crescent and Koyama was feeling good so he looked up from the magazine he was scrutinizing the pores on his own face in a close-up face shot to tick his head sideways at the other man, a slight frown forming on his pink plush lips. He shook the box over Koyama’s head the way one would shake a bag of cat treats; Koyama’s eyes narrowed and watched Ryo in the exact way a real cat would react to said bag of treats.
“What is it?” His eyes flicked from Ryo’s crooked smile to the blue box, then back to his grin.
“What do you think?” He shook the box again, the contents thumping against the cardboard walls dully.
“I think you’re teasing me.” Koyama pouted, the box was medium size, clutched between tanned fingers, and really it really could be anything with a colour like that.
“Maybe.” The black haired man obviously was in a mood to do so; dark eyes glittering like gems in the bland lighting, it made a thrill go down Koyama’s spine. It was like playing cat and mouse with two tomcats and Ryo’s grin was almost shark-like as he drummed his fingers across the top of his box.
“Don’t.” He complained, the glossy pages of his magazine closing with a slap, his long legs uncrossing and re-crossing. “Just tell me already.”
“No.” The edge of his mouth twitched upwards a bit on the left side and Koyama’s pout deepened, lower lip sticking out almost comically. “I don’t feel like it.”
“Ryo-chan.” Voice raised in a whine that would have made Tegoshi proud. It was a rare occurrence, the intersection of Ryo’s playful streak and Koyama’s own usually hidden devilish side.
“Well, you sound like you want it.” Voice low and lewd in a way he probably learned from Kanjani8, they all spoke like that all the time. The way he grinned like he was undressing Koyama with his eyes, even as his fingers toyed with the corner of the box, he definitely learned from Jin. Without further ado he flipped the lid of the box; tipping it down so Koyama, who had leaned forward in his seat ever so slightly, could see inside.
Shoes. Inside the box was a pair of shoes, brown with shiny golden splayed lines, and it was almost gaudy and it was most definitely flashy, but it really was all Koyama’s style. “Sale.” Ryo said knowingly, subtly tipping the box towards the older man, tempting him as he remained transfixed. “Half price, they only had your size left.” That really was the best kind of shoes; the ones fated to adorn your shoe rack a shining testament that the universe loved you. Koyama bit his bottom lip, meeting Ryo’s dark eyes.
“Really?”
“Of course.” He tipped the box forwards a little more, the left shoe rolled onto its side displaying a heart-patterned tread and Koyama’s face lit up like it was Christmas, his birthday, and the day Shige agreed to stop calling him an idiot all in one. Grabby hands, long fingers extended towards the gift. “Ah ah.” Ryo clicked his tongue and pulled the box back, unable and unwilling to suppress the smirk that played across his thin lips. “Not yet.”
“Ryo-chan!” Scandalized this time, high-pitched voice straining over the vowel sound.
“It’s not your birthday.” Bluntly speaking, it wasn’t even close. “So what are you going to give me?” Emphasis on the ‘give me’. Koyama’s narrow eyes strayed to tiny heart shaped treads eying them the way a child might eye a much coveted sweet as he mulled over the question.
“Whatever you want.” He didn’t miss the way heat flared in Ryo’s eyes, a faint flush spreading over his cheeks when the words danced in the air between them.
“You’re such a slut.” More lust then venom, and it made Koyama’s fingertips tingle; just the right mix of shocked and aroused when Ryo took that tone with him. “You want them? Blow me.”
There wasn’t anything he can do but slither off the couch, knees hitting the ground with enough force to make him pause, more careful as he shuffled across the floor to where Ryo was leaning against the arm of the couch. Ryo doesn’t react more then setting his box down on the couch, and spreading his legs to accommodate Koyama’s kneeling form, hands on his thighs, completely casual if not for the stiffness of his back, and the swell of his cock rising to meet Koyama just under the fabric of his black jeans.
“Go on.” Voice relaxed, like he wasn’t watching Koyama’s long fingers toying with the free end of his belt, pinching it between his fingers and looking up at Ryo questioningly. “Just fucking do it.”
Flushing with that mix of embarrassment and thrill he tugged on Ryo’s leather belt until it came undone, the decorative belt rattling while it hung limp to the side. Sliding his fingers over the roughness of denim bunched at the bend of the other man’s leg, he licked his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the taught skin just above his belly button, scraping his nails over the teeth of the zipper, enough pressure to let Ryo know he was there, but not enough to really make him feel anything. The other hand pressed against the soft skin of Ryo’s tummy tugging at the button.
Mouthing wetly at the ridge of his navel, all lips tongue and slight suction against the defenseless little curl of flesh; Ryo had to bit back harshly on the urge to giggle at the sensation caused to bubble up in his chest. When he stood suddenly to push his jeans over narrow hips he all but hit Koyama in the face with his stomach, the taller man sitting back on he heels and peering up at Ryo through his blond fringe.
Threading his fingers into Koyama’s permed hair, it was getting long enough that he could wrap his fingers around the strands now and the rest would slip through to tickle his wrists; not that Koyama ever kept it short enough to slip through hands; he liked it far too much when people grabbed at it. Using the grip he took there he pressed Koyama’s cheek against his hardening erection, the he could probably feel the heat of his cock against the soft skin of his face through his thin cotton boxers, but maybe he shouldn’t tease so much all the damn time. Thrusting against Koyama’s face one more time, just to be sure he had his undivided attention. “Come on, I said just do it already.”
Pressing his hands, a little stronger then the long delicate fingers look, against Ryo’s hips to hold him down. Koyama was glad that he’s got the leverage in this position because he knew if left up to Ryo then he’d fuck this throat just this side of oxygen depravation until he came burning so hard and long it threatened to choke him. Which is okay sometimes, but he felt cunning on the crescent moon too.
He pulled Ryo’s tight blue boxers down, tugging on the band just far enough that the head peeked out, inviting to say the least. Pinning Ryo’s hips to the couch, he delicately uncurled his tongue against the tip, flicking against it the way Nyanta did when given a saucer or warm milk. It’s a trick he’d picked up in high school, beet-red listening to his sister and her friends talk in hushed whispers. His nails running along the cotton-spandex blend covered length, tracing bumps and dips, and just as every time before the tip pulsed against his lips, a tiny drop of liquid welling as fast as he could lick it away.
“Ah, fuck.” Voice drawling across the octaves along the drawn out vowel sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. “You’re good at that.” Koyama hummed in agreement, touching the tip of his tongue against the slit and pressing against it. Muscles bunched under his hands, Ryo trying to increase the contact between them. He slipped the whole head in his lips, rounding his lips tight and curling his tongue to cradle the shape. Pulling Ryo’s underwear down a little more so he could fit that much more in his mouth, he hadn’t expected the way his own dick twitched when the hot head pressed against his tongue like a hesitant kiss, and maybe that was about enough teasing for now.
Ryo’s hands were pulling faintly by the time the head of his cock bumped the back of his throat, cradled snug in his mouth, cheeks hollowed. Sharp little tugs that didn’t sting, but left him breathing hard through his nose, heart beating too loud in his ears, and blood making his face feel too hot. Familiar rush of dirtywrongohgodsohot, pulsing under his skin and making him open his mouth that much more inviting Ryo deeper inside until it burned the corners of his mouth and the tender skin of his lips.
Ryo pulled his head back, one hand the fingers curling under his jaw, thumb pressing just under his ear lightly the other still hopelessly tangled in his hair, just enough that only the tip remained between stubborn lips. Pressing his tongue flat against the underside he, he yielded to the pressure of fingertips and tipped his head back to meet Ryo’s eyes. Ryo’s thin lips curled in his usual manic-smile, intent making his eyes shine like they were backlighted and Koyama’s heart stuttered alarmingly in his chest even as his cock twitched. “I want to fuck you.”
“Here?” When he moved his mouth away Ryo’s cock all bounced back, smearing saliva across his stomach, the muscles tightening under Koyama’s hands in response.
“I’m not going to wait.”
“…” It wasn’t exactly private, but it was empty. Sitting further back on his feet, while improbable that anyone would return to the dressing room at this hour it wasn’t impossible and-
“You said anything I want.” Ryo tugged Koyama to his feet, knees protesting painfully as he leaned against the shorter man to hold him up, deceptively strong arms snaking around his waist, fingers splaying possessively across the small of his back hauling him even closer to fit in the V of Ryo’s spread legs, face pressing against his neck inhaling a thick lungful of cologne and fresh sweat mixed with a little nicotine and hair product. “That’s what I want.” Mouthing against the tan skin of Ryo’s throat, he desperately tried to gather his wits about him enough to decide, but the hard line of Ryo’s cock trailing across his stomach and the way fingertips slipped under the hem of his shirt and dipped into the crease of his ass was distracting.
“Yeah, alright.” It was a waning crescent moon after all and the heat pulsing through his system was too much to deny that night.
“Awesome.” Ryo chuckled, a rich sound that Koyama felt vibrate from Ryo’s narrow chest, pressed tightly against his own. “I always wanted to do it here.”
“What? Why?” Catching Ryo’s mouth with his sort of defeated the point of even asking a question but Koyama wasn’t really waiting for an answer, his own hands coming up to wrap around the other man’s ribs, smoothing down his back, hooking his fingers in Ryo’s shirt and tugging it up a few more inches. Wet tongue pressing against him, Ryo kissing him like he was sampling to eat him, pressing maybe just a little harder then necessary, Koyama’s already bruised lips tingling where they caught between hard teeth. Ryo could probably taste himself in the crevices between Koyama’s teeth and the corners of his mouth, in fact he seemed to be chasing the taste, growling low in his throat and all but twining around Koyama’s body with strong arms and legs hooked around the backs of his knees.
They kissed that way, pressing back and forth fiercely, Koyama breathing heavy and uneven through his nose even as Ryo stole each breath he took until it burned and his head was spinning with either oxygen depravation or the hormones playing tag in his bloodstream. Pushing Ryo away to breath hurt almost as much as having his bottom lip caught between Ryo’s sharp teeth did and he moaned, digging his fingers into the mass of black permed hair to anchor himself as much as to pull the other man away from him so he could breath; dangerously close to hyperventilating. Never one to be told what to do Ryo latched onto the line of his neck, scraping his teeth across the delicate skin, and Koyama’s very bones shook and trembled. Shamelessly he tilted his head back for more, moaning and hissing alternately when Ryo nosed under his ear, tongue tracing senseless patterns on the saliva-damp skin there. Clinging to the younger man and desperately trying to melt his own clothing away, if only so he could feel more, arching like a greedy cat under Ryo’s tongue and hands, already way over the fact that they weren’t in his cozy apartment. In fact he could find it to care about anything past the sharp sting of Ryo’s hands in his hair and the heat of his erection pressing against his jeans. It felt like his nervous system was tangling each individual nerve striving to follow the scrape of Ryo’s teeth against his neck and firing mixed signals to his stressed brain and it sort of felt like he was liquefying and freezing at the same time.
“Turn around.”
“Nng” Koyama blinked hazily at Ryo’s hair in his face, the other man speaking in a rumbling growl against the side of his face, and he actually couldn’t remember letting his eyes fall closed.
“Face the couch.”
“…” Koyama resisted for a few moments not wanting to loose the incredible heat building in every place their bodies touched but fingers yanking on the loose belt-loops of his undone jeans were stronger then his will. Jeans roughly shucked to catch where they tightened around his knees, and obligingly Koyama kicked them the rest of the way down, stepping out of the puddle as Ryo’s hands slipped under his boxers to cup the round of his ass while pushing those down too. Feeling slow and stupid because he had no idea what Ryo was getting at with this position, when a hand between his shoulder blades pressed him down, the arm the couch hitting him mid-thigh and forcing him to bend and it hurt his knees until Ryo kicked his feet apart, his socked toes sliding easily over the floor relieving the strain. Then it was pretty blatantly obvious what Ryo was getting at with his ass exposed to the cool air of the room and the heat of Ryo’s palms. Forced to put his hands down on the cushion to support him, dropping lower to his to balance on his elbows when Ryo’s mouth slid hot just under the hem of his shirt sucking a small mark into his skin at the topmost curve of his left cheek, he barely registered the sound of the shoe box hitting the floor, the wrapping paper crunching as the shoes flopped around in their box. “Ah, fuck.” Koyama hissed; digging his fingers into the cushions and his legs trembling faintly because oh god, Ryo didn’t even do this when they were at home.
Hot breath against the bottom of his spine, fingers twisting in the material of his shirt, and the wet slide of his tongue there lapping at his skin. It was gross and it was wrong but Koyama’s dick was straining and bobbing against the rough material of the couch just thinking about it, he moaned low, a strangled sound ripping from his throat, when Ryo licked down the crease his tongue hotter then anything that he’s ever felt. They’re in the break room and Ryo’s tongue is pressing against his ass and Koyama’s dying and there isn’t enough blood in his body to heat his blush because his dick was so hard it hurt. Head spinning he almost shrieked when Ryo’s tongue pressed harder, and it’s like a French kiss but it’s completely different and Koyama pressed his eyes shut till he saw starbursts of colour desperately trying to push against the stimulation and away from it at the same time and not getting anywhere because the position left him with no leverage at all.
“Ah, oh god.” His mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, small jolts wracking his tall frame every time Ryo moved his tongue too hot against hypersensitive skin. Then something blunt was pressing against him, pressing in with agonizing little starts and stops of movement, Ryo’s tongue licking around where his skin was stretching, the edge of his teeth catching for a moment and Koyama convulsed like he’d touched a live wire, Ryo’s other hand tightening painfully against his hip bone, pulling back.
“Hold still.” It was probably the hardest thing Ryo’s ever commanded him to do. Something blunt pressed against him once more and the muscles in Koyama’s leg bunched wanting to move away to ease the added pressure. Pressing relentlessly until Koyama’s body gave, the stretching burn making his whole body tingle, and then Ryo’s tongue was back licking along where he was being stretched, pressing against it and Koyama gasped, air expelling from his lungs in a high desperate moan. Ryo’s finger sunk deeper still setting alight nerve endings and making Koyama’s fingers reflexively clawed into the material of the couch, it pumped in and out a few times allowing him to adjust to the motion before pulling away entirely. He was waiting for the press of something thicker, the sharper sting and the slightly uncomfortable feeling that accompanied his body stretching quickly to accommodate Ryo.
He almost screamed just barely biting back on the urge, and he would have spilled to the ground if it were not for his knees locking and it felt like orgasm was spilling through him but backing up in his spine at the last moment and making his toes curl because it was so damn close, electrifying his skin and Ryo could probably taste it. “Ryo.” He begged, voice ragged.
“Mmm?” And it felt like he was humming right against his intestines given way they tried to knot up inside his belly. Through the haze of ’ohgodohgod’, he dimly realized that Ryo must have been slipping his thumbs inside widening him gently before licking him deeper then before, too hot and wet, obscene slurping noises barely filtering through the roar of his heartbeat in his ears. Then Ryo was blowing and he was simultaneously hot and cold all over, he actually shrieked this time unable to contain the sound.
“Oh god Ryo.” Koyama was actually shaking, his legs trembling from holding him up and his short breaths weren’t delivering enough oxygen to his stressed brain. “Please.”
“What?” His breath moist against Koyama’s skin, his cheek resting feverish with flush against Koyama’s, slipping his fingers free. Pressing a smacking kiss to the base of Koyama’s spine. “Did you want something?” His voice cracked over the syllables.
“Anything, just don’t stop.” Everything from the soles of his feet to his scalp tingled, aware of Ryo’s hands on his hips using Koyama to pull himself to a standing position.
“You really are a slut.” Breath stirred the longer bits of Koyama’s hair, hands wrapping tight around the jut of his hip bones, naked thighs hot against the back of Koyama’s. Without even processing what Ryo was saying, aware of nothing more but the rumbling feeling of his voice against his back; Koyama moaned. “Desperate for it.”
“Yes.” He hissed, voice muffled where he pressed his face against his arm. He was wound up like a top and Ryo had one hand on the chord and the other knotted in his hair, pressing him face first into the couch, back arching to accommodate the motion. “Please.” Because Koyama’s never seen shame in begging for what he really wants, and it made Ryo’s entire body shiver against him, there’s a power in giving up power too.
“Just hold for a second, ‘kay baby?” Words pressed hurried against the side of his face, the longer bits of his hair sticking to Ryo’s lips, he could feel the light tug when he spoke. Whining he twisted, bracing himself on one elbow so he could lift his chest off the cushion enough to watch Ryo as he turned his bag upside down, the side compartment spilling its contents with a clatter. Without Ryo pressed right against him, he couldn’t help but flop boneless against the arm of the couch, his knees aching with the strain of keeping him up for so long already.
Ryo was back feeling like it wasn’t enough time to gather himself and at the same time like he’d been gone forever, skin breaking out in faint goose bumps in the harsh air-conditioning, flush riding high on his cheeks and spilling down his bare chest. Bare feet shuffling on the tiled floor, his pants still awkwardly clinging to his hips, but he couldn’t bring himself to care enough to push them all the way off. It was probably rough against the back of Koyama’s thighs, lube balanced on the back of the couch, the corner of the condom wrapper caught between his teeth, the metallic taste assaulting his tongue. Grabbing Koyama’s hips and lifting him back upwards so that his ass was tipped up as if offering itself to Ryo. He snorted faintly at the thought, grabbing a palm full of the pale skin so that Koyama was completely exposed.
He squeezed the sticky lube, watching it with something akin to fascination as it slide down Koyama’s skin following the dip of his body, the taller man moaning at the cool sensation, descending all the way until it slid from sight leaving a slick and shining trail. Ryo rubbed his thumb through it, rubbing, rubbing, and pushing. Koyama’s whole body jolted, a rough whine echoing from his throat. Pulling his thumb out he poured some more lube on his fingers and carefully pushed two into the willing man. Time for a moment was either moving too fast or not fast enough it was hard to tell with the way Koyama’s stretching, his body giving by fractions around his fingers, squirming and moaning every time he moved even just a little.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
Anticipation, flooding his system, Koyama writhing and waiting, unable to hold still with the tip of Ryo’s cock pressing against him lightly, and Ryo watching as the tall man all but tried to fuck himself on his dick. When he finally just snapped his hips pressing him half way inside his soft groan completely overshadowed by Koyama’s squeal. Licking his lips, because suddenly he’s too warm, and Koyama was way too tight wrapped around him.
“Ah, Ryo.” Koyama’s voice shook, his knees shook even more, fingers clawing at the couch, and Ryo wasn’t moving, his hands petting absently down Koyama’s sides. When it finally felt like he’s not about to claw his way right out of his skin, and the burn of being stretched subsided into a dull throb, that was when Ryo decided to pull out and push all the way back in. It was like starting all over again and Koyama couldn’t help the strangled noise that fell from between bitten lips pushing back and pulling away at the same time.
Ryo had to shift his weight several times and had to kick Koyama’s pants out of the way once until he found a position where he could manage to cling to the sharp juts of the other man’s hips and push, pull, push and push push push, it was like Koyama’s body was clinging to him, dragging raw across his nerves. With a small sound he found his rhythm, muscles bunching and releasing as he licked lips that wouldn’t stay wet. He tightened his fingers on Koyama’s hips using the grip to try and pull Koyama back against him, looking to up the ante, but is fingers kept sliding, nails biting into soft skin. If Koyama minded the sting he didn’t say anything. He slipped forward, wriggling almost right out of Ryo’s grip. Blanketing the other man’s body with his was hot, his nipples rubbing against the cotton of Koyama’s shirt faintly with each desperate twist of his hips, his arms wrapping tight around Koyama’s chest.
Koyama moaned, pinning to the couch, the rough cotton weave scraping at his arms and face lightly while Ryo pushed and pulled his body in time to his own beat. Unsatisfied with the angle still, Ryo slowed shifting his grip again and Koyama took the moment to gather himself, shaky breaths barely filling his lungs. He can’t think, can’t feel too much past the slide of friction of Ryo moving inside him. Then it felt like he was being bodily yanked back, his back arching and Ryo’s hips snapping forward and for moment the other man was so deep inside him Koyama couldn’t breath, couldn’t think past ‘oh fuck oh fuck fuck’. Then he’s doing it again and again and again and all Koyama can do is try and breath, gripping the couch cushions in a desperate attempt to hold on as he’s fucked.
One hand wrapped in the back of his polo shirt using it as a brace and a leash at the same time. Koyama was just lucky the deep v-neck just barely stopped it from strangling him. Ryo grit his teeth and focused on the drag of exquisite resistance every time he pulled Koyama back on his cock. He couldn’t last like this, coiled up like a spring, potential energy filling his limbs tingling in his toes and the roots of his hair. It was twisting and spreading under his skin, sliding down his spine to coil in his gut, balls tensing in reaction. He wanted it to go on forever, pleasure so sharp that it almost hurt, Koyama tensing and fluttering around him all the while moaning like he just couldn’t get enough. Orgasm pooled hot and liquid down his spine, making his breath come fast and ragged, trying desperately to hold on and at the same time to fling himself off that edge. It was sort of like trying to stop a train with his bare hands, completely and totally overwhelming him with a rush of endorphins and rapid nerve firing that exploded like fireworks on his clenched eyelids.
Ryo came with a low groan, biting his bottom lip and grinding hard against Koyama’s ass and pulling hard on the back of his shirt forcing his back bowed harshly. Making a faint choking sound Koyama clawed at the couch, throat working soundlessly as he tried to breath; god he was so hard and orgasm was right there twisting in his gut.
His legs shook with the strain of it, and it took every shred of his strength to not fall on Koyama, wiggling and whimpering over the arm of the couch, toes sliding uselessly across the tile.
“Please.” Koyama moaned, voice sounding close to breaking over the word, desperate and thready.
“Yeah.” With a hand on his hip Ryo managed to roll Koyama so he was more or less sitting on the edge of the couch, cheeks red with colour and lips even more vivid where he’d been chewing on them. Pressing into his space Ryo wrapped his hand around Koyama’s cock and it jumped at his touch; tilting his head up to place small open-mouthed kisses against Koyama’s slack lips.
Koyama gasped around his lips, hips bucking up frantically into his grip. And then Koyama was fucking his mouth with his tongue in mimicry of a few moments ago, filling him the same way he’d filled the older man. Koyama’s cock was hot and slick in his hand, his fingers spread the liquid that gathered at the tip down over the sensitive head, and Koyama’s kneeing into his mouth now, fingers digging into his shoulder and if it weren’t for the couch holding them up they would have spilled to the ground already with how badly he’s shaking.
Too much friction on nerves already rubbed raw, and Koyama’s flying apart inside, shredding his internal organs and it’s all concentrated on his dick, so full that he’s going to combust and Ryo’s hands are moving just a shade to slow to finish for him. ’Pleasepleasepleaseplease’, and like Ryo can hear him he changed the angle, shifting his weight to the side a little so his fist can side quicker cupping his balls with the other hand, and it almost hurts; pulling so tight so fast and snapping in the same hitch of breath. It’s all he can do to toss his head back and gasp, a deep ragged intake of breath and then he was moaning high and loud snapping his hips up into Ryo’s fist and painting the younger man’s stomach of ropes of thick white, it went on and on until he thought he might die from it.
Koyama was still floating on a pleasant sea of haze, feeling too fucked out and weightless to bother with anything more then twining around Ryo until his breathing slowed down to something approaching normal. “I think I broke something.” Voice raw sounding, and he cleared his throat startled by it. Ryo chuckled and they were pressed so tight together that it moved Koyama’s body with his, pressing tiny kisses to the reddened skin around his throat.
“I told YamaPi it was totally worth it.”
His dick pulsed weakly at the thought of Ryo, YamaPi and countless shoe sales. Huffing against Ryo’s hair he can’t even think about getting hard again, so instead he pressed a soft kiss to his head. “Thanks.”
He wore the shoes all the way home even if they didn’t match his outfit at all.
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Shige scowled at him and Koyama paused half in the door and half out of it when the look zeroed in on him. “Good morning?”
“…” Mentally floundering he slung his bag on the couch and stooped to tie his shoelace that’d come undone. He was sore in weird places and the stretch felt good, plus it gave him a few moments to moon over his cute new shoes, and think about what the hell he’d done to piss Shige off.
Shige’s book shut with a slam that made Koyama jump, shoulders tensing, and then Shige was standing, not quite crowding into his personal space but close enough that Koyama could smell the cologne that his friend had put on this morning and the faintest trace of mint from his breath. Koyama automatically took a step back, unable to read the look on Shige’s face.
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” A slightly mocking tone and Koyama frowned opening his mouth once and finding nothing to say to make it right; whatever it was. “Next time you tell me to meet you when I’m done don’t fuck around with Ryo in the dressing room.” The blunt statement in Shige’s growl-low voice and Koyama was blushing to the roots of his hair, eyes automatically flying down to his shiny shoes embarrassment burning in his veins.
“S-sorry.”
Maybe if he hadn’t looked down he would have caught the flare of heat in Shige’s dark eyes.
Pairing: Ryo / Koyama
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Koyama is easy if you know the trick, Ryo’s got it down to a science.
Notes: Request for
trivialaffair from a long time ago...Hey there sugar baby
Saw you twice at the pop show
You taste just like glitter
Mixed with rock and roll - Lady Gaga - Boys Boys Boys
“I’ve got something.” Ryo’s sing-song voice was half terrifying and half annoying depending on what side of his temper you were on, and the phase of the moon. As it was, the moon was in a waning crescent and Koyama was feeling good so he looked up from the magazine he was scrutinizing the pores on his own face in a close-up face shot to tick his head sideways at the other man, a slight frown forming on his pink plush lips. He shook the box over Koyama’s head the way one would shake a bag of cat treats; Koyama’s eyes narrowed and watched Ryo in the exact way a real cat would react to said bag of treats.
“What is it?” His eyes flicked from Ryo’s crooked smile to the blue box, then back to his grin.
“What do you think?” He shook the box again, the contents thumping against the cardboard walls dully.
“I think you’re teasing me.” Koyama pouted, the box was medium size, clutched between tanned fingers, and really it really could be anything with a colour like that.
“Maybe.” The black haired man obviously was in a mood to do so; dark eyes glittering like gems in the bland lighting, it made a thrill go down Koyama’s spine. It was like playing cat and mouse with two tomcats and Ryo’s grin was almost shark-like as he drummed his fingers across the top of his box.
“Don’t.” He complained, the glossy pages of his magazine closing with a slap, his long legs uncrossing and re-crossing. “Just tell me already.”
“No.” The edge of his mouth twitched upwards a bit on the left side and Koyama’s pout deepened, lower lip sticking out almost comically. “I don’t feel like it.”
“Ryo-chan.” Voice raised in a whine that would have made Tegoshi proud. It was a rare occurrence, the intersection of Ryo’s playful streak and Koyama’s own usually hidden devilish side.
“Well, you sound like you want it.” Voice low and lewd in a way he probably learned from Kanjani8, they all spoke like that all the time. The way he grinned like he was undressing Koyama with his eyes, even as his fingers toyed with the corner of the box, he definitely learned from Jin. Without further ado he flipped the lid of the box; tipping it down so Koyama, who had leaned forward in his seat ever so slightly, could see inside.
Shoes. Inside the box was a pair of shoes, brown with shiny golden splayed lines, and it was almost gaudy and it was most definitely flashy, but it really was all Koyama’s style. “Sale.” Ryo said knowingly, subtly tipping the box towards the older man, tempting him as he remained transfixed. “Half price, they only had your size left.” That really was the best kind of shoes; the ones fated to adorn your shoe rack a shining testament that the universe loved you. Koyama bit his bottom lip, meeting Ryo’s dark eyes.
“Really?”
“Of course.” He tipped the box forwards a little more, the left shoe rolled onto its side displaying a heart-patterned tread and Koyama’s face lit up like it was Christmas, his birthday, and the day Shige agreed to stop calling him an idiot all in one. Grabby hands, long fingers extended towards the gift. “Ah ah.” Ryo clicked his tongue and pulled the box back, unable and unwilling to suppress the smirk that played across his thin lips. “Not yet.”
“Ryo-chan!” Scandalized this time, high-pitched voice straining over the vowel sound.
“It’s not your birthday.” Bluntly speaking, it wasn’t even close. “So what are you going to give me?” Emphasis on the ‘give me’. Koyama’s narrow eyes strayed to tiny heart shaped treads eying them the way a child might eye a much coveted sweet as he mulled over the question.
“Whatever you want.” He didn’t miss the way heat flared in Ryo’s eyes, a faint flush spreading over his cheeks when the words danced in the air between them.
“You’re such a slut.” More lust then venom, and it made Koyama’s fingertips tingle; just the right mix of shocked and aroused when Ryo took that tone with him. “You want them? Blow me.”
There wasn’t anything he can do but slither off the couch, knees hitting the ground with enough force to make him pause, more careful as he shuffled across the floor to where Ryo was leaning against the arm of the couch. Ryo doesn’t react more then setting his box down on the couch, and spreading his legs to accommodate Koyama’s kneeling form, hands on his thighs, completely casual if not for the stiffness of his back, and the swell of his cock rising to meet Koyama just under the fabric of his black jeans.
“Go on.” Voice relaxed, like he wasn’t watching Koyama’s long fingers toying with the free end of his belt, pinching it between his fingers and looking up at Ryo questioningly. “Just fucking do it.”
Flushing with that mix of embarrassment and thrill he tugged on Ryo’s leather belt until it came undone, the decorative belt rattling while it hung limp to the side. Sliding his fingers over the roughness of denim bunched at the bend of the other man’s leg, he licked his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the taught skin just above his belly button, scraping his nails over the teeth of the zipper, enough pressure to let Ryo know he was there, but not enough to really make him feel anything. The other hand pressed against the soft skin of Ryo’s tummy tugging at the button.
Mouthing wetly at the ridge of his navel, all lips tongue and slight suction against the defenseless little curl of flesh; Ryo had to bit back harshly on the urge to giggle at the sensation caused to bubble up in his chest. When he stood suddenly to push his jeans over narrow hips he all but hit Koyama in the face with his stomach, the taller man sitting back on he heels and peering up at Ryo through his blond fringe.
Threading his fingers into Koyama’s permed hair, it was getting long enough that he could wrap his fingers around the strands now and the rest would slip through to tickle his wrists; not that Koyama ever kept it short enough to slip through hands; he liked it far too much when people grabbed at it. Using the grip he took there he pressed Koyama’s cheek against his hardening erection, the he could probably feel the heat of his cock against the soft skin of his face through his thin cotton boxers, but maybe he shouldn’t tease so much all the damn time. Thrusting against Koyama’s face one more time, just to be sure he had his undivided attention. “Come on, I said just do it already.”
Pressing his hands, a little stronger then the long delicate fingers look, against Ryo’s hips to hold him down. Koyama was glad that he’s got the leverage in this position because he knew if left up to Ryo then he’d fuck this throat just this side of oxygen depravation until he came burning so hard and long it threatened to choke him. Which is okay sometimes, but he felt cunning on the crescent moon too.
He pulled Ryo’s tight blue boxers down, tugging on the band just far enough that the head peeked out, inviting to say the least. Pinning Ryo’s hips to the couch, he delicately uncurled his tongue against the tip, flicking against it the way Nyanta did when given a saucer or warm milk. It’s a trick he’d picked up in high school, beet-red listening to his sister and her friends talk in hushed whispers. His nails running along the cotton-spandex blend covered length, tracing bumps and dips, and just as every time before the tip pulsed against his lips, a tiny drop of liquid welling as fast as he could lick it away.
“Ah, fuck.” Voice drawling across the octaves along the drawn out vowel sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. “You’re good at that.” Koyama hummed in agreement, touching the tip of his tongue against the slit and pressing against it. Muscles bunched under his hands, Ryo trying to increase the contact between them. He slipped the whole head in his lips, rounding his lips tight and curling his tongue to cradle the shape. Pulling Ryo’s underwear down a little more so he could fit that much more in his mouth, he hadn’t expected the way his own dick twitched when the hot head pressed against his tongue like a hesitant kiss, and maybe that was about enough teasing for now.
Ryo’s hands were pulling faintly by the time the head of his cock bumped the back of his throat, cradled snug in his mouth, cheeks hollowed. Sharp little tugs that didn’t sting, but left him breathing hard through his nose, heart beating too loud in his ears, and blood making his face feel too hot. Familiar rush of dirtywrongohgodsohot, pulsing under his skin and making him open his mouth that much more inviting Ryo deeper inside until it burned the corners of his mouth and the tender skin of his lips.
Ryo pulled his head back, one hand the fingers curling under his jaw, thumb pressing just under his ear lightly the other still hopelessly tangled in his hair, just enough that only the tip remained between stubborn lips. Pressing his tongue flat against the underside he, he yielded to the pressure of fingertips and tipped his head back to meet Ryo’s eyes. Ryo’s thin lips curled in his usual manic-smile, intent making his eyes shine like they were backlighted and Koyama’s heart stuttered alarmingly in his chest even as his cock twitched. “I want to fuck you.”
“Here?” When he moved his mouth away Ryo’s cock all bounced back, smearing saliva across his stomach, the muscles tightening under Koyama’s hands in response.
“I’m not going to wait.”
“…” It wasn’t exactly private, but it was empty. Sitting further back on his feet, while improbable that anyone would return to the dressing room at this hour it wasn’t impossible and-
“You said anything I want.” Ryo tugged Koyama to his feet, knees protesting painfully as he leaned against the shorter man to hold him up, deceptively strong arms snaking around his waist, fingers splaying possessively across the small of his back hauling him even closer to fit in the V of Ryo’s spread legs, face pressing against his neck inhaling a thick lungful of cologne and fresh sweat mixed with a little nicotine and hair product. “That’s what I want.” Mouthing against the tan skin of Ryo’s throat, he desperately tried to gather his wits about him enough to decide, but the hard line of Ryo’s cock trailing across his stomach and the way fingertips slipped under the hem of his shirt and dipped into the crease of his ass was distracting.
“Yeah, alright.” It was a waning crescent moon after all and the heat pulsing through his system was too much to deny that night.
“Awesome.” Ryo chuckled, a rich sound that Koyama felt vibrate from Ryo’s narrow chest, pressed tightly against his own. “I always wanted to do it here.”
“What? Why?” Catching Ryo’s mouth with his sort of defeated the point of even asking a question but Koyama wasn’t really waiting for an answer, his own hands coming up to wrap around the other man’s ribs, smoothing down his back, hooking his fingers in Ryo’s shirt and tugging it up a few more inches. Wet tongue pressing against him, Ryo kissing him like he was sampling to eat him, pressing maybe just a little harder then necessary, Koyama’s already bruised lips tingling where they caught between hard teeth. Ryo could probably taste himself in the crevices between Koyama’s teeth and the corners of his mouth, in fact he seemed to be chasing the taste, growling low in his throat and all but twining around Koyama’s body with strong arms and legs hooked around the backs of his knees.
They kissed that way, pressing back and forth fiercely, Koyama breathing heavy and uneven through his nose even as Ryo stole each breath he took until it burned and his head was spinning with either oxygen depravation or the hormones playing tag in his bloodstream. Pushing Ryo away to breath hurt almost as much as having his bottom lip caught between Ryo’s sharp teeth did and he moaned, digging his fingers into the mass of black permed hair to anchor himself as much as to pull the other man away from him so he could breath; dangerously close to hyperventilating. Never one to be told what to do Ryo latched onto the line of his neck, scraping his teeth across the delicate skin, and Koyama’s very bones shook and trembled. Shamelessly he tilted his head back for more, moaning and hissing alternately when Ryo nosed under his ear, tongue tracing senseless patterns on the saliva-damp skin there. Clinging to the younger man and desperately trying to melt his own clothing away, if only so he could feel more, arching like a greedy cat under Ryo’s tongue and hands, already way over the fact that they weren’t in his cozy apartment. In fact he could find it to care about anything past the sharp sting of Ryo’s hands in his hair and the heat of his erection pressing against his jeans. It felt like his nervous system was tangling each individual nerve striving to follow the scrape of Ryo’s teeth against his neck and firing mixed signals to his stressed brain and it sort of felt like he was liquefying and freezing at the same time.
“Turn around.”
“Nng” Koyama blinked hazily at Ryo’s hair in his face, the other man speaking in a rumbling growl against the side of his face, and he actually couldn’t remember letting his eyes fall closed.
“Face the couch.”
“…” Koyama resisted for a few moments not wanting to loose the incredible heat building in every place their bodies touched but fingers yanking on the loose belt-loops of his undone jeans were stronger then his will. Jeans roughly shucked to catch where they tightened around his knees, and obligingly Koyama kicked them the rest of the way down, stepping out of the puddle as Ryo’s hands slipped under his boxers to cup the round of his ass while pushing those down too. Feeling slow and stupid because he had no idea what Ryo was getting at with this position, when a hand between his shoulder blades pressed him down, the arm the couch hitting him mid-thigh and forcing him to bend and it hurt his knees until Ryo kicked his feet apart, his socked toes sliding easily over the floor relieving the strain. Then it was pretty blatantly obvious what Ryo was getting at with his ass exposed to the cool air of the room and the heat of Ryo’s palms. Forced to put his hands down on the cushion to support him, dropping lower to his to balance on his elbows when Ryo’s mouth slid hot just under the hem of his shirt sucking a small mark into his skin at the topmost curve of his left cheek, he barely registered the sound of the shoe box hitting the floor, the wrapping paper crunching as the shoes flopped around in their box. “Ah, fuck.” Koyama hissed; digging his fingers into the cushions and his legs trembling faintly because oh god, Ryo didn’t even do this when they were at home.
Hot breath against the bottom of his spine, fingers twisting in the material of his shirt, and the wet slide of his tongue there lapping at his skin. It was gross and it was wrong but Koyama’s dick was straining and bobbing against the rough material of the couch just thinking about it, he moaned low, a strangled sound ripping from his throat, when Ryo licked down the crease his tongue hotter then anything that he’s ever felt. They’re in the break room and Ryo’s tongue is pressing against his ass and Koyama’s dying and there isn’t enough blood in his body to heat his blush because his dick was so hard it hurt. Head spinning he almost shrieked when Ryo’s tongue pressed harder, and it’s like a French kiss but it’s completely different and Koyama pressed his eyes shut till he saw starbursts of colour desperately trying to push against the stimulation and away from it at the same time and not getting anywhere because the position left him with no leverage at all.
“Ah, oh god.” His mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, small jolts wracking his tall frame every time Ryo moved his tongue too hot against hypersensitive skin. Then something blunt was pressing against him, pressing in with agonizing little starts and stops of movement, Ryo’s tongue licking around where his skin was stretching, the edge of his teeth catching for a moment and Koyama convulsed like he’d touched a live wire, Ryo’s other hand tightening painfully against his hip bone, pulling back.
“Hold still.” It was probably the hardest thing Ryo’s ever commanded him to do. Something blunt pressed against him once more and the muscles in Koyama’s leg bunched wanting to move away to ease the added pressure. Pressing relentlessly until Koyama’s body gave, the stretching burn making his whole body tingle, and then Ryo’s tongue was back licking along where he was being stretched, pressing against it and Koyama gasped, air expelling from his lungs in a high desperate moan. Ryo’s finger sunk deeper still setting alight nerve endings and making Koyama’s fingers reflexively clawed into the material of the couch, it pumped in and out a few times allowing him to adjust to the motion before pulling away entirely. He was waiting for the press of something thicker, the sharper sting and the slightly uncomfortable feeling that accompanied his body stretching quickly to accommodate Ryo.
He almost screamed just barely biting back on the urge, and he would have spilled to the ground if it were not for his knees locking and it felt like orgasm was spilling through him but backing up in his spine at the last moment and making his toes curl because it was so damn close, electrifying his skin and Ryo could probably taste it. “Ryo.” He begged, voice ragged.
“Mmm?” And it felt like he was humming right against his intestines given way they tried to knot up inside his belly. Through the haze of ’ohgodohgod’, he dimly realized that Ryo must have been slipping his thumbs inside widening him gently before licking him deeper then before, too hot and wet, obscene slurping noises barely filtering through the roar of his heartbeat in his ears. Then Ryo was blowing and he was simultaneously hot and cold all over, he actually shrieked this time unable to contain the sound.
“Oh god Ryo.” Koyama was actually shaking, his legs trembling from holding him up and his short breaths weren’t delivering enough oxygen to his stressed brain. “Please.”
“What?” His breath moist against Koyama’s skin, his cheek resting feverish with flush against Koyama’s, slipping his fingers free. Pressing a smacking kiss to the base of Koyama’s spine. “Did you want something?” His voice cracked over the syllables.
“Anything, just don’t stop.” Everything from the soles of his feet to his scalp tingled, aware of Ryo’s hands on his hips using Koyama to pull himself to a standing position.
“You really are a slut.” Breath stirred the longer bits of Koyama’s hair, hands wrapping tight around the jut of his hip bones, naked thighs hot against the back of Koyama’s. Without even processing what Ryo was saying, aware of nothing more but the rumbling feeling of his voice against his back; Koyama moaned. “Desperate for it.”
“Yes.” He hissed, voice muffled where he pressed his face against his arm. He was wound up like a top and Ryo had one hand on the chord and the other knotted in his hair, pressing him face first into the couch, back arching to accommodate the motion. “Please.” Because Koyama’s never seen shame in begging for what he really wants, and it made Ryo’s entire body shiver against him, there’s a power in giving up power too.
“Just hold for a second, ‘kay baby?” Words pressed hurried against the side of his face, the longer bits of his hair sticking to Ryo’s lips, he could feel the light tug when he spoke. Whining he twisted, bracing himself on one elbow so he could lift his chest off the cushion enough to watch Ryo as he turned his bag upside down, the side compartment spilling its contents with a clatter. Without Ryo pressed right against him, he couldn’t help but flop boneless against the arm of the couch, his knees aching with the strain of keeping him up for so long already.
Ryo was back feeling like it wasn’t enough time to gather himself and at the same time like he’d been gone forever, skin breaking out in faint goose bumps in the harsh air-conditioning, flush riding high on his cheeks and spilling down his bare chest. Bare feet shuffling on the tiled floor, his pants still awkwardly clinging to his hips, but he couldn’t bring himself to care enough to push them all the way off. It was probably rough against the back of Koyama’s thighs, lube balanced on the back of the couch, the corner of the condom wrapper caught between his teeth, the metallic taste assaulting his tongue. Grabbing Koyama’s hips and lifting him back upwards so that his ass was tipped up as if offering itself to Ryo. He snorted faintly at the thought, grabbing a palm full of the pale skin so that Koyama was completely exposed.
He squeezed the sticky lube, watching it with something akin to fascination as it slide down Koyama’s skin following the dip of his body, the taller man moaning at the cool sensation, descending all the way until it slid from sight leaving a slick and shining trail. Ryo rubbed his thumb through it, rubbing, rubbing, and pushing. Koyama’s whole body jolted, a rough whine echoing from his throat. Pulling his thumb out he poured some more lube on his fingers and carefully pushed two into the willing man. Time for a moment was either moving too fast or not fast enough it was hard to tell with the way Koyama’s stretching, his body giving by fractions around his fingers, squirming and moaning every time he moved even just a little.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
Anticipation, flooding his system, Koyama writhing and waiting, unable to hold still with the tip of Ryo’s cock pressing against him lightly, and Ryo watching as the tall man all but tried to fuck himself on his dick. When he finally just snapped his hips pressing him half way inside his soft groan completely overshadowed by Koyama’s squeal. Licking his lips, because suddenly he’s too warm, and Koyama was way too tight wrapped around him.
“Ah, Ryo.” Koyama’s voice shook, his knees shook even more, fingers clawing at the couch, and Ryo wasn’t moving, his hands petting absently down Koyama’s sides. When it finally felt like he’s not about to claw his way right out of his skin, and the burn of being stretched subsided into a dull throb, that was when Ryo decided to pull out and push all the way back in. It was like starting all over again and Koyama couldn’t help the strangled noise that fell from between bitten lips pushing back and pulling away at the same time.
Ryo had to shift his weight several times and had to kick Koyama’s pants out of the way once until he found a position where he could manage to cling to the sharp juts of the other man’s hips and push, pull, push and push push push, it was like Koyama’s body was clinging to him, dragging raw across his nerves. With a small sound he found his rhythm, muscles bunching and releasing as he licked lips that wouldn’t stay wet. He tightened his fingers on Koyama’s hips using the grip to try and pull Koyama back against him, looking to up the ante, but is fingers kept sliding, nails biting into soft skin. If Koyama minded the sting he didn’t say anything. He slipped forward, wriggling almost right out of Ryo’s grip. Blanketing the other man’s body with his was hot, his nipples rubbing against the cotton of Koyama’s shirt faintly with each desperate twist of his hips, his arms wrapping tight around Koyama’s chest.
Koyama moaned, pinning to the couch, the rough cotton weave scraping at his arms and face lightly while Ryo pushed and pulled his body in time to his own beat. Unsatisfied with the angle still, Ryo slowed shifting his grip again and Koyama took the moment to gather himself, shaky breaths barely filling his lungs. He can’t think, can’t feel too much past the slide of friction of Ryo moving inside him. Then it felt like he was being bodily yanked back, his back arching and Ryo’s hips snapping forward and for moment the other man was so deep inside him Koyama couldn’t breath, couldn’t think past ‘oh fuck oh fuck fuck’. Then he’s doing it again and again and again and all Koyama can do is try and breath, gripping the couch cushions in a desperate attempt to hold on as he’s fucked.
One hand wrapped in the back of his polo shirt using it as a brace and a leash at the same time. Koyama was just lucky the deep v-neck just barely stopped it from strangling him. Ryo grit his teeth and focused on the drag of exquisite resistance every time he pulled Koyama back on his cock. He couldn’t last like this, coiled up like a spring, potential energy filling his limbs tingling in his toes and the roots of his hair. It was twisting and spreading under his skin, sliding down his spine to coil in his gut, balls tensing in reaction. He wanted it to go on forever, pleasure so sharp that it almost hurt, Koyama tensing and fluttering around him all the while moaning like he just couldn’t get enough. Orgasm pooled hot and liquid down his spine, making his breath come fast and ragged, trying desperately to hold on and at the same time to fling himself off that edge. It was sort of like trying to stop a train with his bare hands, completely and totally overwhelming him with a rush of endorphins and rapid nerve firing that exploded like fireworks on his clenched eyelids.
Ryo came with a low groan, biting his bottom lip and grinding hard against Koyama’s ass and pulling hard on the back of his shirt forcing his back bowed harshly. Making a faint choking sound Koyama clawed at the couch, throat working soundlessly as he tried to breath; god he was so hard and orgasm was right there twisting in his gut.
His legs shook with the strain of it, and it took every shred of his strength to not fall on Koyama, wiggling and whimpering over the arm of the couch, toes sliding uselessly across the tile.
“Please.” Koyama moaned, voice sounding close to breaking over the word, desperate and thready.
“Yeah.” With a hand on his hip Ryo managed to roll Koyama so he was more or less sitting on the edge of the couch, cheeks red with colour and lips even more vivid where he’d been chewing on them. Pressing into his space Ryo wrapped his hand around Koyama’s cock and it jumped at his touch; tilting his head up to place small open-mouthed kisses against Koyama’s slack lips.
Koyama gasped around his lips, hips bucking up frantically into his grip. And then Koyama was fucking his mouth with his tongue in mimicry of a few moments ago, filling him the same way he’d filled the older man. Koyama’s cock was hot and slick in his hand, his fingers spread the liquid that gathered at the tip down over the sensitive head, and Koyama’s kneeing into his mouth now, fingers digging into his shoulder and if it weren’t for the couch holding them up they would have spilled to the ground already with how badly he’s shaking.
Too much friction on nerves already rubbed raw, and Koyama’s flying apart inside, shredding his internal organs and it’s all concentrated on his dick, so full that he’s going to combust and Ryo’s hands are moving just a shade to slow to finish for him. ’Pleasepleasepleaseplease’, and like Ryo can hear him he changed the angle, shifting his weight to the side a little so his fist can side quicker cupping his balls with the other hand, and it almost hurts; pulling so tight so fast and snapping in the same hitch of breath. It’s all he can do to toss his head back and gasp, a deep ragged intake of breath and then he was moaning high and loud snapping his hips up into Ryo’s fist and painting the younger man’s stomach of ropes of thick white, it went on and on until he thought he might die from it.
Koyama was still floating on a pleasant sea of haze, feeling too fucked out and weightless to bother with anything more then twining around Ryo until his breathing slowed down to something approaching normal. “I think I broke something.” Voice raw sounding, and he cleared his throat startled by it. Ryo chuckled and they were pressed so tight together that it moved Koyama’s body with his, pressing tiny kisses to the reddened skin around his throat.
“I told YamaPi it was totally worth it.”
His dick pulsed weakly at the thought of Ryo, YamaPi and countless shoe sales. Huffing against Ryo’s hair he can’t even think about getting hard again, so instead he pressed a soft kiss to his head. “Thanks.”
He wore the shoes all the way home even if they didn’t match his outfit at all.
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Shige scowled at him and Koyama paused half in the door and half out of it when the look zeroed in on him. “Good morning?”
“…” Mentally floundering he slung his bag on the couch and stooped to tie his shoelace that’d come undone. He was sore in weird places and the stretch felt good, plus it gave him a few moments to moon over his cute new shoes, and think about what the hell he’d done to piss Shige off.
Shige’s book shut with a slam that made Koyama jump, shoulders tensing, and then Shige was standing, not quite crowding into his personal space but close enough that Koyama could smell the cologne that his friend had put on this morning and the faintest trace of mint from his breath. Koyama automatically took a step back, unable to read the look on Shige’s face.
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” A slightly mocking tone and Koyama frowned opening his mouth once and finding nothing to say to make it right; whatever it was. “Next time you tell me to meet you when I’m done don’t fuck around with Ryo in the dressing room.” The blunt statement in Shige’s growl-low voice and Koyama was blushing to the roots of his hair, eyes automatically flying down to his shiny shoes embarrassment burning in his veins.
“S-sorry.”
Maybe if he hadn’t looked down he would have caught the flare of heat in Shige’s dark eyes.
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Date: 2009-03-26 04:35 pm (UTC)Awsome as always. I love your KoyaRyo!
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Date: 2009-03-27 02:12 am (UTC)Ahhh, thank you so much~~~~!!
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Date: 2009-03-26 04:41 pm (UTC)Is brilliant and hot (I ♥ Koyama), thank you!
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Date: 2009-03-27 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-26 07:50 pm (UTC)That said...*memory* I quite liked it. There were a bunch of parts that confused me, just in how it's written, that I could not figure out. But, even then...rawr. Very hot and I enjoyed it overall. :)
And Koya!slut is always nice, I cannot resist it!
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Date: 2009-03-27 02:11 am (UTC)Thank you~~ Koyama is a very special guy. Mmmm.
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Date: 2009-03-26 09:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-27 02:09 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it!! Thanks for the comment. I sure hope so, that would be hot, maybe Shige'll offer him a sweater 'Oh but Ryo it was red :D'
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Date: 2009-03-26 09:04 pm (UTC)<3
No matter how much I love Koyashige (thank you for the hint ^^) i can never resist Keishikao porn!! Hehehe
really, GREAT <3
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Date: 2009-03-27 02:07 am (UTC)Thank you so much!!
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Date: 2009-03-26 09:13 pm (UTC)but woooot my fav song in the theme song.....
reply back when reda!!!!
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Date: 2009-03-26 10:35 pm (UTC)amazing!
hot :L
I would totally have sex with someone for a killer pair of shoes!
love how it was a bet!
shige!!!!!!!! <3
did i say hot!....and agian dumbe thumbs for the song!
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Date: 2009-03-26 10:13 pm (UTC)loved it! <3
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Date: 2009-03-27 02:04 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2009-03-26 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-27 02:03 am (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2009-03-27 12:46 am (UTC)AND THEN THE BIT WITH SHIGE IN THE END IS FANTASTIC. HONESTLY I FORGOT ABOUT THIS PROMPT BUT I'M THRILLED YOU WROTE IT YAAAAAAAAY!
Koyama’s face lit up like it was Christmas, his birthday, and the day Shige agreed to stop calling him an idiot all in one.
Funnily enough, that's my favorite line. But seriously? Everything? Awesome aldskfmaldskfm yayyyyyyyyyyy.
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Date: 2009-03-27 02:02 am (UTC)LOOL. It was so long ago that everyone forgot. I'm so bad with requests it's not funny. I SHOULD STOP TRYING. I'm SUPER glad you liked it!!! Everyone needs a little bit of Shige every now and then~~
Saaaaaaaankkyuuu
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Date: 2009-03-27 01:33 am (UTC)1. MUH. @,.@
2. I love needy Koyama.
3. I feel like Shige watched the whole thing and got off on it. The lucky bastard.
4. ILUSM.
5. ♥
6. Dammit don't make me want to write a continuation~. >:|
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Date: 2009-03-27 02:00 am (UTC)2. Omfg me too.
3. I have no idea what Shige did but I bet it was great :D
4. ilu2
5. :DDDD
6. You know I was totally thinking about that when I typed up the end. It's because ilu 8D
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Date: 2009-03-27 10:35 pm (UTC)Loved your KoyaRyo, and I love needy/slutty!Koyama♥
sequel? :D
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