Req YamaPi/Koyama
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Call on me
Pairing: YamaPi/Koyama
Rating: NC-17
Summary: YamaPi went to see Call, and gets his own private performance.
Notes: I don't know why this turned out so bad, I struggled through the whole thing ...
--Don't let em get away
Don't think they can play
Nail 'em to the wall -- Steriogram - Walkietalkie Man
YamaPi went to go see Koyama’s stage play with Shige, they couldn’t have been more conspicuous if they tried, sitting right near the front, almost close enough to see the way Koyama’s forehead became shiny with perspiration as he was baked alive by the stage lights. It wasn’t bad, enough pace to keep him on the edge of his seat, and Koyama really wasn’t a terrible actor, he possessed a sort of subtle charisma that kept all eyes on him (YamaPi knew for a fact that secretly Koyama loved it.)
It was good, a pleasant way to pass an empty evening. And then, trapped in that little fake phone booth, suit disheveled, hair mussed where he’d run his hands through it, frustration evident on his pretty face. He made this sound, so faint at first YamaPi thought he was hearing things. It was a small sound, caught between a whine and a whimper, Koyama sliding down the side of his telephone booth to curl his endless limbs up tight. It’s only acting, and YamaPi knew that, but suddenly he’s completely and inexplicably turned on.
Koyama did it again, and YamaPi wanted to catch the sound and keep it all to himself, heart stuttering faintly before beating too fast confusion battling with arousal for control of his thoughts. His dick twitched, and YamaPi choked faintly on his own embarrassed sound, squirmed in his seat and settled deeper into his chair, suddenly riveted to play that had only moments ago been only ‘good’. On stage Koyama was in a box, he’s talking, and most importantly he looks scared not terrified, but like he’s worried and maybe it’s because the expression is so alien that YamaPi finds it hot. Hell he finds the whole thing hot, watching plush lips pull into a pout.
“YamaPi?” Shige’s breath on his neck made him shiver and when he turned to look at the younger man he was way too close, and YamaPi’s pupils are blown wide his tongue flicking at dry lips. Shige would have to be either dumb or blind to miss the tells in his demor.
“Yeah?” The low tone hid the way his voice felt rough.
“…Nothing.” It was probably just his paranoid imagination but Shige cut a look to where his cock is filling under his jeans before he went back to watching.
On stage Koyama actually whimpered and YamaPi wondered if he’d make that noise if YamaPi fucked him just right.
The rest of the play is a haze of adrenaline from the plot and all the dirty things YamaPi could do if he just reached out grabbed that sparkly tie and pulled. Shige begged off after the show, quoting homework and leaving with his tail tucked firmly between his legs only giving YamaPi one more awkward glance. YamaPi had to stay since he’d already promised the tall man a ride home. Given the proper chance he’d ride Koyama hard alright.
Koyama seemed unnaturally quiet in the car and YamaPi couldn’t be bothered to fill in the blank space himself, content to bask in the clean just-showered smell the other man gave off, his hair still damp enough to curl around the base of his neck. They made it all the way down five blocks like that, and then innocently stopped at a red light it was like a damn bursting in a rainstorm, sudden and yet completely expected.
“Hey, YamaPi I-“ “You were really hot in that-” Speaking over each other and the radio, blinking YamaPi drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, watching Koyama’s confused expression turn thoughtful from the corner of his eye.
“Do… you want a private showing?” Koyama looked half hopeful and half embarrassed.
“Yeah.” He can’t help the smug little twitch of his lips, flicking his turn signal; the two of them heading in the opposite direction of Koyama’s apartment.
Fifteen minutes found them, the car parked around the block, and the neighborhood was quiet in the middle of the night, nothing but the occasional bat flickering in the lone streetlamp by the edge of the little park to illuminate them. It’s probably better that way, YamaPi thought one knuckle bitten between his teeth the other hand tangled in Koyama’s soft blond hair. It not only muffled his groans but the sharp sting of his teeth digging into his flesh kept him from coming all over Koyama’s face too quickly.
The ground must have been cold and gross against Koyama’s jeans but he hadn’t complained as YamaPi’s hand on his shoulder dropped with him. Long fingers tugging at his belt, mouthing up under his shirt, teeth scraping bluntly across the ridges of his abs had his breath hitching in his throat. He’d been half hard from the show and Koyama’s minty kisses, the older man suckling faintly on his tongue as he pressed one long leg between YamaPi’s and backed him up against the wall of the tiny phone booth. He barely hesitated, only pausing long enough to change his grip on YamaPi’s belt loops before taking YamaPi in his mouth like this was the only chance he’d ever get. Pleasure spiked high, burning bright behind his closed eyelids, leading them to the situation where YamaPi was barely keeping himself in check. Still it’s not quite enough, he wants, no needs, to hear Koyama, this surreal fantasy wasn’t complete without it.
“Get back up here.” Tugging, maybe a little to harshly had Koyama gasping, lips red and raw as he flailed, catching the edge of the phone to hoist himself up YamaPi’s body. When they kissed again it was too hard, Koyama’s already bruised lips catching between teeth and he whimpered into YamaPi’s mouth and it was almost right, almost that sound he wanted to hear but not quite.
“YamaPi.” Voice breathless and a little strained, leaning heavily on the younger man for support.
“I got you.” And then he really did, hands moving to Koyama’s belt with intent. Hands nimble with years of being able to undress and redress in the space between panted breaths slipped into his underwear, shamelessly groping his cock. “Touch me too.” Breathed against the soft hairs that curled faintly with Koyama’s perm around his ears, making the tall man shiver in his embrace moaning faintly at the command.
For awhile it was just that, panting into Koyama’s mouth as he tried to jerk him off without getting in his way, Koyama’s long fingers sliding over his hot skin drawing out a stream of half groaned curses and their elbows knocking together awkwardly. Then Koyama is fucking brilliant, and pressing YamaPi’s dick against his own, the head catching briefly on the underside on the first tiny thrust because Koyama’s spit was all but dry, and the friction almost sent him to his knees. The temperature in their little phone booth had sky rocketed, a stark contrast to the crisp night just outside, and the draft under the stall was making his ankles tingle. Koyama sucking on his lower lip had his balls tingling, or maybe that was the way he adjusted his grip so he could lean back against the wall of the phone booth and buck his hips up into the tight grip.
He was close, friction singing sweet in his veins and Koyama groaning into open-mouthed kisses both of them fucking the circle of hands like they wanted to fuck each other.
Then a dog barked far too close to their little hiding spot and someone laughed, paused and then laughed again. They froze, going completely still, Koyama’s pulse jack-hammering under his fingers where they were laced around his cock. He whined, a soft desperate sound and fuck that was it; that was the sound. and YamaPi’s blood pounded too fast and too tight. He could come right now if they just shifted a little, but in the near silence he swore he could hear the person’s foot falls and the clicking of nails on concrete.
As soon as the sounds faded he pushed up against Koyama, desperate for that last bit of pressure to send him over the edge. With a startled noise Koyama came, tossing his head to dislodge the hair that stuck to his face, as he pressed his eyes shut groaning low in his throat. YamaPi felt the way Koyama pulsed against his hand, caught for a moment in the pure eroticism, watching as both their hands and the shiny head of his own dick were splattered.
It didn’t take too long after that, what with Koyama making faint whining sounds each time YamaPi dragged across his sensitized skin lips pressed slack and moist against YamaPi’s cheek.
His hands are gross and covered in come, Koyama’s chin was digging into his shoulders, they were in public, and YamaPi couldn’t stop smiling.
Pairing: YamaPi/Koyama
Rating: NC-17
Summary: YamaPi went to see Call, and gets his own private performance.
Notes: I don't know why this turned out so bad, I struggled through the whole thing ...
--Don't let em get away
Don't think they can play
Nail 'em to the wall -- Steriogram - Walkietalkie Man
YamaPi went to go see Koyama’s stage play with Shige, they couldn’t have been more conspicuous if they tried, sitting right near the front, almost close enough to see the way Koyama’s forehead became shiny with perspiration as he was baked alive by the stage lights. It wasn’t bad, enough pace to keep him on the edge of his seat, and Koyama really wasn’t a terrible actor, he possessed a sort of subtle charisma that kept all eyes on him (YamaPi knew for a fact that secretly Koyama loved it.)
It was good, a pleasant way to pass an empty evening. And then, trapped in that little fake phone booth, suit disheveled, hair mussed where he’d run his hands through it, frustration evident on his pretty face. He made this sound, so faint at first YamaPi thought he was hearing things. It was a small sound, caught between a whine and a whimper, Koyama sliding down the side of his telephone booth to curl his endless limbs up tight. It’s only acting, and YamaPi knew that, but suddenly he’s completely and inexplicably turned on.
Koyama did it again, and YamaPi wanted to catch the sound and keep it all to himself, heart stuttering faintly before beating too fast confusion battling with arousal for control of his thoughts. His dick twitched, and YamaPi choked faintly on his own embarrassed sound, squirmed in his seat and settled deeper into his chair, suddenly riveted to play that had only moments ago been only ‘good’. On stage Koyama was in a box, he’s talking, and most importantly he looks scared not terrified, but like he’s worried and maybe it’s because the expression is so alien that YamaPi finds it hot. Hell he finds the whole thing hot, watching plush lips pull into a pout.
“YamaPi?” Shige’s breath on his neck made him shiver and when he turned to look at the younger man he was way too close, and YamaPi’s pupils are blown wide his tongue flicking at dry lips. Shige would have to be either dumb or blind to miss the tells in his demor.
“Yeah?” The low tone hid the way his voice felt rough.
“…Nothing.” It was probably just his paranoid imagination but Shige cut a look to where his cock is filling under his jeans before he went back to watching.
On stage Koyama actually whimpered and YamaPi wondered if he’d make that noise if YamaPi fucked him just right.
The rest of the play is a haze of adrenaline from the plot and all the dirty things YamaPi could do if he just reached out grabbed that sparkly tie and pulled. Shige begged off after the show, quoting homework and leaving with his tail tucked firmly between his legs only giving YamaPi one more awkward glance. YamaPi had to stay since he’d already promised the tall man a ride home. Given the proper chance he’d ride Koyama hard alright.
Koyama seemed unnaturally quiet in the car and YamaPi couldn’t be bothered to fill in the blank space himself, content to bask in the clean just-showered smell the other man gave off, his hair still damp enough to curl around the base of his neck. They made it all the way down five blocks like that, and then innocently stopped at a red light it was like a damn bursting in a rainstorm, sudden and yet completely expected.
“Hey, YamaPi I-“ “You were really hot in that-” Speaking over each other and the radio, blinking YamaPi drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, watching Koyama’s confused expression turn thoughtful from the corner of his eye.
“Do… you want a private showing?” Koyama looked half hopeful and half embarrassed.
“Yeah.” He can’t help the smug little twitch of his lips, flicking his turn signal; the two of them heading in the opposite direction of Koyama’s apartment.
Fifteen minutes found them, the car parked around the block, and the neighborhood was quiet in the middle of the night, nothing but the occasional bat flickering in the lone streetlamp by the edge of the little park to illuminate them. It’s probably better that way, YamaPi thought one knuckle bitten between his teeth the other hand tangled in Koyama’s soft blond hair. It not only muffled his groans but the sharp sting of his teeth digging into his flesh kept him from coming all over Koyama’s face too quickly.
The ground must have been cold and gross against Koyama’s jeans but he hadn’t complained as YamaPi’s hand on his shoulder dropped with him. Long fingers tugging at his belt, mouthing up under his shirt, teeth scraping bluntly across the ridges of his abs had his breath hitching in his throat. He’d been half hard from the show and Koyama’s minty kisses, the older man suckling faintly on his tongue as he pressed one long leg between YamaPi’s and backed him up against the wall of the tiny phone booth. He barely hesitated, only pausing long enough to change his grip on YamaPi’s belt loops before taking YamaPi in his mouth like this was the only chance he’d ever get. Pleasure spiked high, burning bright behind his closed eyelids, leading them to the situation where YamaPi was barely keeping himself in check. Still it’s not quite enough, he wants, no needs, to hear Koyama, this surreal fantasy wasn’t complete without it.
“Get back up here.” Tugging, maybe a little to harshly had Koyama gasping, lips red and raw as he flailed, catching the edge of the phone to hoist himself up YamaPi’s body. When they kissed again it was too hard, Koyama’s already bruised lips catching between teeth and he whimpered into YamaPi’s mouth and it was almost right, almost that sound he wanted to hear but not quite.
“YamaPi.” Voice breathless and a little strained, leaning heavily on the younger man for support.
“I got you.” And then he really did, hands moving to Koyama’s belt with intent. Hands nimble with years of being able to undress and redress in the space between panted breaths slipped into his underwear, shamelessly groping his cock. “Touch me too.” Breathed against the soft hairs that curled faintly with Koyama’s perm around his ears, making the tall man shiver in his embrace moaning faintly at the command.
For awhile it was just that, panting into Koyama’s mouth as he tried to jerk him off without getting in his way, Koyama’s long fingers sliding over his hot skin drawing out a stream of half groaned curses and their elbows knocking together awkwardly. Then Koyama is fucking brilliant, and pressing YamaPi’s dick against his own, the head catching briefly on the underside on the first tiny thrust because Koyama’s spit was all but dry, and the friction almost sent him to his knees. The temperature in their little phone booth had sky rocketed, a stark contrast to the crisp night just outside, and the draft under the stall was making his ankles tingle. Koyama sucking on his lower lip had his balls tingling, or maybe that was the way he adjusted his grip so he could lean back against the wall of the phone booth and buck his hips up into the tight grip.
He was close, friction singing sweet in his veins and Koyama groaning into open-mouthed kisses both of them fucking the circle of hands like they wanted to fuck each other.
Then a dog barked far too close to their little hiding spot and someone laughed, paused and then laughed again. They froze, going completely still, Koyama’s pulse jack-hammering under his fingers where they were laced around his cock. He whined, a soft desperate sound and fuck that was it; that was the sound. and YamaPi’s blood pounded too fast and too tight. He could come right now if they just shifted a little, but in the near silence he swore he could hear the person’s foot falls and the clicking of nails on concrete.
As soon as the sounds faded he pushed up against Koyama, desperate for that last bit of pressure to send him over the edge. With a startled noise Koyama came, tossing his head to dislodge the hair that stuck to his face, as he pressed his eyes shut groaning low in his throat. YamaPi felt the way Koyama pulsed against his hand, caught for a moment in the pure eroticism, watching as both their hands and the shiny head of his own dick were splattered.
It didn’t take too long after that, what with Koyama making faint whining sounds each time YamaPi dragged across his sensitized skin lips pressed slack and moist against YamaPi’s cheek.
His hands are gross and covered in come, Koyama’s chin was digging into his shoulders, they were in public, and YamaPi couldn’t stop smiling.
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MINE
Date: 2009-04-04 04:33 am (UTC)*_________*
lol "inexplicably." i love that word.
idek why i try to do quotes with you, it's always the sex parts i like the most. SHIGE TOTALLY KNOWS, HE'S NOT STUPID.
if he just reached out grabbed that sparkly tie and pulled.
YES YES YES
and leaving with his tail tucked firmly between his legs
haha shige wants a piece of the yamapeen. not that i blame him.
Given the proper chance he’d ride Koyama hard alright.
good god, and the porn hasn't even started yet.
bask in the clean just-showered smell the other man gave off
this is random, but i totally love that. sometimes guy deodorant is better smelling than cologne! XD
AND THEN THERE IS PORN KARI IDEK WHAT TO SAY, YOU WRITE SOME OF THE HOTTEST PORN I'VE EVER READ AND THEY DON'T EVEN FUCK. just the way it's worded, idk. and you hit so many of my kinks - the noises, the desperation, the FROTTAGE. i fucking love it and i fucking love you. A LOT.
Re: MINE
Date: 2009-04-04 05:29 am (UTC)HAHA. He probably does. But he's not man enough to reach out and take it like Koyama. :3 poor thing.
Unng, I love that smell too, it's clean, and almost soapy, and great fot cuddling, I also love the smell of fabric softner, like clean laundry? It's wonderful.
I AM GLAD YOU LIKED IT. AS LONG AS IT WAS GOOD FOR YOU I AM HAPPY (I sort of hated the whole thing myself) ilusm
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Date: 2009-04-04 04:39 am (UTC)WANT. Omg... Crys is a lucky bitch. ♥
Poor Shige. Has to go home alone
to jerk off thinking about it.ILU!
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Date: 2009-04-04 05:32 am (UTC)I have no idea why Shige has been ninja-ing his way into sexually frustrated cameos in my fic lately. I blame you. It's entirely your fault. I don't even like Shige and yet there he is. ... Actually I don't like YamaPi either xD
♥♥♥ ilu2
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Date: 2009-04-04 05:35 am (UTC)I liked Yamapi back when he had a personality...
Graduate him from frustrated cameos to proper sex! :D?
♥
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Date: 2009-04-04 09:39 pm (UTC)It's YamaPi's face that freaks me out. He looks like a fish. I hate fish people on principle.
Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeevvvver. Lol.
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Date: 2009-04-04 09:44 pm (UTC)Yuh, Yamapi scares me a little. Especially coupled with the new fro.
Do it for meeeeeeee~~~.
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