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snoozing_kittenTitle: Adam and Eve In-A-Gadda-Da-Vidda
Pairing/Group: Kinki Kids [Koichi/Tsuyoshi]
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Tsuyoshi can’t ask for what he wants in words and Koichi has no problem just taking what he wants.
Notes: Posted very very late, wrote this for the JE FQF.
He was never obvious; couldn’t be, really. Not when you have a whole nation hanging off your words and actions. Then again, no one ever said Koichi could be subtle either, so he hung somewhere between the two, balanced in a way that he’d only learned was possible when he met Tsuyoshi.
So when they were lounging backstage, still working, can’t ever stop working, he looked up and caught Tsuyoshi’s dark eyes in the mirror. The stylist was still saying something about his hair, but he held onto that dark gaze for a few heartbeats longer then he should have before winking. Tsuyoshi rolled his eyes and went back to his papers and that was that, subtly unsubtle. His hairstylist also caught the move and hit him with the flimsy plastic comb she was using to part his bangs with; ‘stop making faces and give me your opinion on this.’
After that it was a slow burn, building in the tips of his fingers and even the roots of his hair. Nothing he could do to stop it (and really, he didn’t want to) so he submerged himself in the feeling flowing through him, something like lust and something like desperation, and nothing at all like either of them. Of course Tsuyoshi would have to show up during the worst of it like he was attuned to Koichi’s biorhythm and give him a high arching eyebrow that only served to annoy him.
His forehead hit the steering wheel with a thud, the pain sharp and bright across his nervous system for a moment like an intimate caress and a firecracker wrapped into one. Groaning, he lifted one hand limply and stuck the key in the ignition not thinking how phallic that seemed. Enough build-up, two days since he’d got a tight confirming nod from his partner.
That’s not the only tight thing about him. Koichi’s dick pulsed weakly against the seam of his pants at the unbidden thought. There are others he has, people he could go to for the night; it was tempting for a whole minute, feeling tired and horny in his car. Unfortunately, he knows, knows that it won’t cure his itch, leaving him feeling physically sated but restless as hell. Tsuyoshi tasted like taboo; tart on his tongue and sweet like that little bit of himself that he lets Koichi have every time they meet.
Not giving into the urge to touch himself here and now (he knows for a fact that there are more security cameras then necessary in the parking garage), he shifted his baby into reverse and pulls out with practiced ease. In and out.
He was all restless energy by the time his key finally slipped into the lock and caught, and all the tumblers fell into place with a gratifying click. He wanted and he needed and ’fuck it’ it was his turn this time, but Tsuyoshi had left early with Okada anyways. It was as if he couldn’t feel the crackling connection between them growing stronger and sharper as anticipation built. That above everything else (well, mostly Okada) annoyed him, made his skin itch and burn. Only managed one shoe off before he got distracted and this really just couldn’t wait any longer.
Every slight jolt of his narrow hips made his belt clink with the tinkling sound of metal on metal. Breathing in sharply through his teeth, his own hand slightly chilly against the soft skin of his semi-erect dick creating a lovely almost burning sensation. He was really getting into it, tugging back the foreskin and playing over the silky smooth head of his penis, when his phone vibrated, the motion against his thigh almost pleasing. So he let it ring until it stopped abruptly, flicking his tongue along lips that went dry minutes ago.
Couldn’t have been more than a few heartbeats between when the phone stopped and the knocking started, short raps against his door that vibrate through his back. Incessant knocking actually, so he tried to re-button his pants, tugging his shirt free so that it draped just enough to provide some cover.
“What?!” he snarled, opening the door, Tsuyoshi’s hand still in the air where he had been knocking.
“I knew you were there,” said with a slightly smug tilt of his full mouth.
“Congratulations.” He was a strange mix of horny and pissed off; it fizzed behind his eyelids like soda pop.
“Can I come in?” Tsuyoshi was already inching his left foot inside the door. Crossing his arms Koichi narrowed his eyes at the other man, his former annoyance compounding and pulsing in time with the throb in his cock.
“What are you doing here?” The expression on the other man’s face didn’t change, showing nothing more then a sort of unaffected boredom. He’d left with Okada’s overly-friendly arm on his elbow and a rare smile on the man’s face when Tsuyoshi poked his shoulder and leaned down to speak softly. Tasted a little like jealousy, but he knew better then that, frustration wiring his teeth so they wanted to grind together and his skin twitch.
“I thought you asked me to swing by tonight?” Dark eyebrow arching against his pale skin, and well, no, he hadn’t asked in words, but it had been implied.
“Yeah, well…” Koichi stooped to untie his second shoe, uncomfortably hard and overly sensitized to the heat of Tsuyoshi squishing into his front hall with him, also shedding his shoes and socks. With practiced ease, Koichi worked his way down the row of buttons that held his shirt on, flicking it to drape over the chair in the hall, nipples already tight, tightening further at the slight chill from the conditioned air.
Tsuyoshi hummed softly beside him, lining up the heels of his purple leather shoes with the wall. When he hung his light blue jacket on a hanger, his deep-cut shirt revealing the soft planes of his chest, Koichi caught a flash of pink; a thick necklace that probably wasn’t meant to be a collar but sometimes they used it that way.
Then a whole bunch of things clicked into place, his brain like a Rubik’s cube twirling madly, flashing white, red, and orange. He almost opened his mouth to call Tsuyoshi on it; the way he’d left with Okada, the perfect bored tilt of his head, every little thing he’d done recently that seemed designed to piss Koichi off.
Tsuyoshi was a subtle one.
And if he was wrong? Well, Tsuyoshi would tell him.
“Bedroom.” The softly spoken command earned him another arching look, but he submitted anyways, wandering absently towards the bedroom like it had been his idea all along.
Shedding his pants quickly, he tossed them so they landed more or less on the chair by his shirt, following his partner into the bedroom, wearing nothing but his socks and briefs.
Tsuyoshi was lying on the bed with his feet on the floor and arms spread at perpendicular angles to his body, staring at the ceiling. His shirt was a vivid spot of colour on Koichi’s cream carpeting catching his gaze for a long moment before the equal contrast of Tsuyoshi’s creamy chest against his bedding drew his gaze.
Tsuyoshi’s latest photo shoot had had him in make-up for three hours while three girls decorated half his chest in swirling patterns of henna. He was decorated in dips and sweeps that crossed across his belly and vanished mysteriously under the band of his jeans only to appear again, curling like a target over his hipbone. Three days later, the pattern had yet to fade lines still offering a sharpness to his soft belly. His fingers had itched to trace the flat end of his nails across the thickest of the lines, tracing lazy circles near his belly button.
The skin didn’t feel any different under his hands, Tsuyoshi’s belly soft and warm against his palms. Tsuyoshi didn’t bother to look at him, but the muscle fluttered under his fingertips in a most gratifying way. Broad sweeping strokes had him cradling Tsuyoshi’s rib cage, fingers curling down Tsuyoshi’s sides, the muscles in his arms tensing and relaxing with each twitch. Koichi climbed up on the bed, straddling Tsuyoshi’s thighs. Another pass of his hands and his thumbs found Tsuyoshi’s nipples, flicking them softly with his nails and feeling the sharp rise of Tsuyoshi’s chest as he inhaled too fast. Other than that, he didn’t show much of a reaction.
Koichi grinned to himself; it was so on.
Holding himself above the other man, he forced his face into Tsuyoshi’s line of vision, dark doe eyes regarding him with a sort of casual acceptance. He dipped his head, lowering his chest until he could feel every breath against his own, fingers creeping down Tsuyoshi’s arms until his nails scraped faintly against upturned palms. Licking at Tsuyoshi’s unresisting lips, he tried to convey ‘I’m onto you’ with a kiss. It was all tongue and the faintest graze of teeth and a bad angle, but his hands were busy threading with Tsuyoshi’s fingers and using gravity to pin the other man to the bed with his weight.
Shifting his grip so he circled both of Tsuyoshi’s wrists, he drew them in, pinning them next to his shoulders and giving himself a little room to manoeuvre. Swiping a tongue across the saliva he could feel gathering under his bottom lip, he met Tsuyoshi’s annoyed glare, grinning himself in a manner that said simply, ‘no, I don’t play fair.’
Sitting back on his haunches left him face to face with Tsuyoshi’s nipple, defenceless with his hands pinned. It fit nicely between his teeth, enough pressure that he could feel Tsuyoshi tighten under his hands and thighs, but he didn’t move, so Koichi flicked his tongue against the caught mass of nerves. That got him a strangled noise and Tsuyoshi’s back curling into the bed. He chased him, mouthing wetly against Tsuyoshi’s nipple and revelling in the way his chest twisted away from his mouth.
His tongue hit the other nipple, hard under his lips across the plane of Tsuyoshi’s pale chest. Sealing his mouth over the areole and quite a bit of his skin besides, he sucked, hollowing his cheeks and listening for the harsh gasp, Tsuyoshi’s body rolling under his. One of Tsuyoshi’s arms almost dislodged his and Koichi used his grip as leverage to peel himself off of Tsuyoshi’s chest, forcing his wrist into the bed.
He could feel his face, hot against the coolness of the air, lips swelling faintly, and Tsuyoshi wasn’t looking at the ceiling anymore but staring at his mouth. Licking his lips, Tsuyoshi mirrored the movement. Sitting back a little, conscious of the edge of the bed under his ankles and the rough drag of denim on the soft skin inside his knees. He pressed wet dragging kisses on the ridge of Tsuyoshi’s rib cage, dragging his teeth over the swirls and dots pattern.
By this time his own breathing was coming fast, heart thundering in his temples. Tsuyoshi was shivering under him, stoically silent; the thick rise of his cock against his jeans warm against Koichi’s belly. “What do you want?” he asked, voice gravely and only slightly mocking.
“Koichi.” It was probably meant to sound cross, as absurd as it is to sound annoyed when you weren’t the one in control. Instead, his voice was tinged with a little desperation. His own cock twitched at that; there was nothing he liked more then to make Tsuyoshi loose face.
“Yes?” Serene innocence, dipping his head and flexing out his spine so he was hovering above Tsuyoshi’s face again, licking in light strokes along the plump curve of one cheek.
“…you’re annoying,” Tsuyoshi bit out, rolling his hips up and against the skinny body above him. With a mental shrug, he let himself press Tsuyoshi down harder, giving him something to rub his hips up against. The button for the other man’s jeans scratched at his tummy, but the incessant heat of Tsuyoshi’s erection pressed up and against his balls meant that he really didn’t care.
“Nu-uh,” he breathed against Tsuyoshi’s lips, pulling back when the other man tried to kiss him. “You want me to fuck you? Try again.”
Tsuyoshi hissed, tossing his head to the side and staring at the mirror on the door that happened to catch their reflections.
“Koichi.” This time there was a little more need, Koichi held fast. “Fine.” A hiss, and he almost smiled, barley stopping it at a twitch of his lips because he knew it would really egg him on. “Fuck me.”
“If you say so.” He pulled away, sitting up and crawling past Tsuyoshi to the center of the bed, kicking off his underwear as he went. For a moment Tsuyoshi didn’t move, arms held in place as if Koichi were still holding him there. “Well, get on with it.” Licking his lips and cupping his own balls, skin silken under teasing fingertips, the touch he had been denying himself for days.
Tsuyoshi stared at him, eyes wide and face flushed, probably trying to figure out where his oh so clever little plan went wrong, or possibly pleased that his plan went right. It was always impossible to tell with Tsuyoshi.
Obediently, his hands dropped to his fly and he shed his jeans and boxers in a pile kicked carelessly off the end of the bed.
“Come here.” He schooled his voice into something sterner and Tsuyoshi glared at him for a moment, crawling up onto the bed, defiant now that Koichi didn’t physically have him pinned. “Going to behave?” He smirked and watched as Tsuyoshi tore himself apart inside his own head. Finally, he nodded. “Good.”
Tsuyoshi resisted a little when Koichi tried to push him into the position he wanted, but it seemed more for show then anything else. Why after ten years Tsuyoshi still needed to pretend that he didn’t like it when Koichi told him what to do and how to do it, he would never figure out. Not that it mattered, really.
Arms hooked around his knees and a pillow under his tailbone, Tsuyoshi was staring at the ceiling again, with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Koichi grinned. “You look pretty like that.”
Tsuyoshi’s scowl clearly said ‘fuck you’ until Koichi grabbed his cock and swiped his palm across the head, dry skin creating an almost painful drag of friction. Then his face said nothing, but his lips opened in a low, barely-there groan. Gel cold between his fingers, watching it shine and glisten against his nails, sliding and slipping down his palm and across the delicate bones in his wrist. Tsuyoshi was watching too, anticipation making him tense.
His thumb pressed, rubbing in small circles against smooth skin that had Tsuyoshi’s hips jerking, the edge of his nail caught on a fold of skin and Tsuyoshi groaned again. “Just do something.”
“Okay.” His thumb pressed inside in one long push that had Tsuyoshi breathing out in a rough exhale, jerking away from Koichi’s fingers.
“Fuck,” he hissed, squirming on Koichi’s hand, eyes squeezed shut.
It wasn’t quite the breathless, completely gone tone of voice Koichi knew he could get. Pulling his thumb back, he pressed his index finger inside, pumping it in and out, adding more lube so he could work it around inside. Two fingers made Tsuyoshi slip, his leg coming down too fast. Koichi caught it with his free hand and pushed it back up towards Tsuyoshi’s shoulder.
“That’s enough.”
“I don’t think so,” Koichi grinned, twisting his fingers and, crooking one, he felt a bump under the pad of his finger and Tsuyoshi couldn’t contain a high-pitched whimper.
“Please.” His voice strained as Koichi applied more pressure, massaging it in quick even strokes.
“No.” He slipped his fingers out, rubbing more lube on his hand and sliding just the tip of his third finger inside as well, skin stretching and welcoming him deeper inside.
“Please please please,” Tsuyoshi groaned, writhing where he was impaled on Koichi’s fingers.
“Since you asked so nicely.” His voice had been going for mocking but came out strained as he rolled the condom down.
Tsuyoshi’s calves were warm against his shoulders, and he hiked them up until he could get a good grip on the sharp points of the other man’s hips. One hand guiding so he could press the blunt head of his cock, the other tilting his hips up. A few teasing thrusts where he missed his mark and the lube made the friction of his cock sliding up and against Tsuyoshi’s balls feel really good, and made Tsuyoshi toss his head and whine.
And then he was sliding inside and all the games they played to get here, and the stubborn way Tsuyoshi refused to give up control, didn’t matter anymore, because his nervous system was firing like a lightshow behind his eyes and the slow and sweet drag of Tsuyoshi’s body pulling him deeper was heaven. When he was fully seated, he couldn’t think past the feeling of his heart pulsing in his dick and the smooth slide of pleasure rippling down his spine, sticky hands gripping Tsuyoshi’s pale thighs. Nothing mattered but the way each band of muscle was hugging him like a tight, silky glove.
“Koichi.” There it was, his voice breaking over the three syllables, beautiful and desperate.
That was what he’d been waiting days for. With a grin, he shifted his grip down to cup Tsuyoshi’s round ass, digging his fingers into the muscle and using it as a grip to hold him still as he pulled out. He started with shallow movements, a small rotation of his hips, and then the snap-press of his cock sliding deeper into that slick heat. Tsuyoshi moaned, a soft noise that vibrated from deep in his chest hanging in the air for a few shuddering breaths, ending in a sharp yelp when Koichi pushed back sharply.
It couldn’t last, not when every pull and shove of his cock and the silken slip slide of Tsuyoshi’s body was sending sparks shooting from his balls to his brain. Pleasure radiated from every extremity, the tips of his fingers and the soles of his feet, settling low in his belly.
Tsuyoshi got louder, his voice shattering over sharp cries and inarticulate words, fingers digging painful crescent-moons into his shoulders as he rode his ass harder and faster. They were spiralling together, moving like a fright train to eventual orgasm. Right before, in the few thrusts where he can almost taste it, days worth of nervous energy crackling under his skin ready to erupt, and in that instant it was perfect.
Then it hit, snapping his spine straight and he rode it out, tight circles, grinding himself as deep as he could go, the tops of his thighs flush with the super-heated flesh of Tsuyoshi’s back. Shuddering, he let his head fall back on the stem of his neck, breath coming fast thought his open mouth, well-aware of Tsuyoshi’s tiny hitching breaths. Feeling slow and lethargic, he let his head tip forward so his chin rested on his chest and watched the rapid rise and fall of Tsuyoshi’s chest. Hard cock nestled against his stomach, and Koichi smirked.
He wrapped his hand around it and Tsuyoshi jerked, his legs trying to straighten and failing.
“Shh,” he whispered, leaning down so he could press a kiss to the smooth skin of one shoulder.
Letting Tsuyoshi’s legs down so his knees bracketed his hips, Koichi took his cock in hand and jerked it lazily. The other man gasped, his fingers tightening on Koichi’s shoulder but making no move to touch himself. A quick and brutal pace, the two of them still wrapped around each other enough so that when Tsuyoshi came, it didn’t splash only across his belly but Koichi’s too.
Tired, Koichi slumped to the side, pressing his face to the side of Tsuyoshi’s head, breathing a deep lungful of his herbal shampoo. “Nice plan,” he mumbled, and was greeted with a snort.
“Shut up.”
Pairing/Group: Kinki Kids [Koichi/Tsuyoshi]
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Tsuyoshi can’t ask for what he wants in words and Koichi has no problem just taking what he wants.
Notes: Posted very very late, wrote this for the JE FQF.
He was never obvious; couldn’t be, really. Not when you have a whole nation hanging off your words and actions. Then again, no one ever said Koichi could be subtle either, so he hung somewhere between the two, balanced in a way that he’d only learned was possible when he met Tsuyoshi.
So when they were lounging backstage, still working, can’t ever stop working, he looked up and caught Tsuyoshi’s dark eyes in the mirror. The stylist was still saying something about his hair, but he held onto that dark gaze for a few heartbeats longer then he should have before winking. Tsuyoshi rolled his eyes and went back to his papers and that was that, subtly unsubtle. His hairstylist also caught the move and hit him with the flimsy plastic comb she was using to part his bangs with; ‘stop making faces and give me your opinion on this.’
After that it was a slow burn, building in the tips of his fingers and even the roots of his hair. Nothing he could do to stop it (and really, he didn’t want to) so he submerged himself in the feeling flowing through him, something like lust and something like desperation, and nothing at all like either of them. Of course Tsuyoshi would have to show up during the worst of it like he was attuned to Koichi’s biorhythm and give him a high arching eyebrow that only served to annoy him.
His forehead hit the steering wheel with a thud, the pain sharp and bright across his nervous system for a moment like an intimate caress and a firecracker wrapped into one. Groaning, he lifted one hand limply and stuck the key in the ignition not thinking how phallic that seemed. Enough build-up, two days since he’d got a tight confirming nod from his partner.
That’s not the only tight thing about him. Koichi’s dick pulsed weakly against the seam of his pants at the unbidden thought. There are others he has, people he could go to for the night; it was tempting for a whole minute, feeling tired and horny in his car. Unfortunately, he knows, knows that it won’t cure his itch, leaving him feeling physically sated but restless as hell. Tsuyoshi tasted like taboo; tart on his tongue and sweet like that little bit of himself that he lets Koichi have every time they meet.
Not giving into the urge to touch himself here and now (he knows for a fact that there are more security cameras then necessary in the parking garage), he shifted his baby into reverse and pulls out with practiced ease. In and out.
He was all restless energy by the time his key finally slipped into the lock and caught, and all the tumblers fell into place with a gratifying click. He wanted and he needed and ’fuck it’ it was his turn this time, but Tsuyoshi had left early with Okada anyways. It was as if he couldn’t feel the crackling connection between them growing stronger and sharper as anticipation built. That above everything else (well, mostly Okada) annoyed him, made his skin itch and burn. Only managed one shoe off before he got distracted and this really just couldn’t wait any longer.
Every slight jolt of his narrow hips made his belt clink with the tinkling sound of metal on metal. Breathing in sharply through his teeth, his own hand slightly chilly against the soft skin of his semi-erect dick creating a lovely almost burning sensation. He was really getting into it, tugging back the foreskin and playing over the silky smooth head of his penis, when his phone vibrated, the motion against his thigh almost pleasing. So he let it ring until it stopped abruptly, flicking his tongue along lips that went dry minutes ago.
Couldn’t have been more than a few heartbeats between when the phone stopped and the knocking started, short raps against his door that vibrate through his back. Incessant knocking actually, so he tried to re-button his pants, tugging his shirt free so that it draped just enough to provide some cover.
“What?!” he snarled, opening the door, Tsuyoshi’s hand still in the air where he had been knocking.
“I knew you were there,” said with a slightly smug tilt of his full mouth.
“Congratulations.” He was a strange mix of horny and pissed off; it fizzed behind his eyelids like soda pop.
“Can I come in?” Tsuyoshi was already inching his left foot inside the door. Crossing his arms Koichi narrowed his eyes at the other man, his former annoyance compounding and pulsing in time with the throb in his cock.
“What are you doing here?” The expression on the other man’s face didn’t change, showing nothing more then a sort of unaffected boredom. He’d left with Okada’s overly-friendly arm on his elbow and a rare smile on the man’s face when Tsuyoshi poked his shoulder and leaned down to speak softly. Tasted a little like jealousy, but he knew better then that, frustration wiring his teeth so they wanted to grind together and his skin twitch.
“I thought you asked me to swing by tonight?” Dark eyebrow arching against his pale skin, and well, no, he hadn’t asked in words, but it had been implied.
“Yeah, well…” Koichi stooped to untie his second shoe, uncomfortably hard and overly sensitized to the heat of Tsuyoshi squishing into his front hall with him, also shedding his shoes and socks. With practiced ease, Koichi worked his way down the row of buttons that held his shirt on, flicking it to drape over the chair in the hall, nipples already tight, tightening further at the slight chill from the conditioned air.
Tsuyoshi hummed softly beside him, lining up the heels of his purple leather shoes with the wall. When he hung his light blue jacket on a hanger, his deep-cut shirt revealing the soft planes of his chest, Koichi caught a flash of pink; a thick necklace that probably wasn’t meant to be a collar but sometimes they used it that way.
Then a whole bunch of things clicked into place, his brain like a Rubik’s cube twirling madly, flashing white, red, and orange. He almost opened his mouth to call Tsuyoshi on it; the way he’d left with Okada, the perfect bored tilt of his head, every little thing he’d done recently that seemed designed to piss Koichi off.
Tsuyoshi was a subtle one.
And if he was wrong? Well, Tsuyoshi would tell him.
“Bedroom.” The softly spoken command earned him another arching look, but he submitted anyways, wandering absently towards the bedroom like it had been his idea all along.
Shedding his pants quickly, he tossed them so they landed more or less on the chair by his shirt, following his partner into the bedroom, wearing nothing but his socks and briefs.
Tsuyoshi was lying on the bed with his feet on the floor and arms spread at perpendicular angles to his body, staring at the ceiling. His shirt was a vivid spot of colour on Koichi’s cream carpeting catching his gaze for a long moment before the equal contrast of Tsuyoshi’s creamy chest against his bedding drew his gaze.
Tsuyoshi’s latest photo shoot had had him in make-up for three hours while three girls decorated half his chest in swirling patterns of henna. He was decorated in dips and sweeps that crossed across his belly and vanished mysteriously under the band of his jeans only to appear again, curling like a target over his hipbone. Three days later, the pattern had yet to fade lines still offering a sharpness to his soft belly. His fingers had itched to trace the flat end of his nails across the thickest of the lines, tracing lazy circles near his belly button.
The skin didn’t feel any different under his hands, Tsuyoshi’s belly soft and warm against his palms. Tsuyoshi didn’t bother to look at him, but the muscle fluttered under his fingertips in a most gratifying way. Broad sweeping strokes had him cradling Tsuyoshi’s rib cage, fingers curling down Tsuyoshi’s sides, the muscles in his arms tensing and relaxing with each twitch. Koichi climbed up on the bed, straddling Tsuyoshi’s thighs. Another pass of his hands and his thumbs found Tsuyoshi’s nipples, flicking them softly with his nails and feeling the sharp rise of Tsuyoshi’s chest as he inhaled too fast. Other than that, he didn’t show much of a reaction.
Koichi grinned to himself; it was so on.
Holding himself above the other man, he forced his face into Tsuyoshi’s line of vision, dark doe eyes regarding him with a sort of casual acceptance. He dipped his head, lowering his chest until he could feel every breath against his own, fingers creeping down Tsuyoshi’s arms until his nails scraped faintly against upturned palms. Licking at Tsuyoshi’s unresisting lips, he tried to convey ‘I’m onto you’ with a kiss. It was all tongue and the faintest graze of teeth and a bad angle, but his hands were busy threading with Tsuyoshi’s fingers and using gravity to pin the other man to the bed with his weight.
Shifting his grip so he circled both of Tsuyoshi’s wrists, he drew them in, pinning them next to his shoulders and giving himself a little room to manoeuvre. Swiping a tongue across the saliva he could feel gathering under his bottom lip, he met Tsuyoshi’s annoyed glare, grinning himself in a manner that said simply, ‘no, I don’t play fair.’
Sitting back on his haunches left him face to face with Tsuyoshi’s nipple, defenceless with his hands pinned. It fit nicely between his teeth, enough pressure that he could feel Tsuyoshi tighten under his hands and thighs, but he didn’t move, so Koichi flicked his tongue against the caught mass of nerves. That got him a strangled noise and Tsuyoshi’s back curling into the bed. He chased him, mouthing wetly against Tsuyoshi’s nipple and revelling in the way his chest twisted away from his mouth.
His tongue hit the other nipple, hard under his lips across the plane of Tsuyoshi’s pale chest. Sealing his mouth over the areole and quite a bit of his skin besides, he sucked, hollowing his cheeks and listening for the harsh gasp, Tsuyoshi’s body rolling under his. One of Tsuyoshi’s arms almost dislodged his and Koichi used his grip as leverage to peel himself off of Tsuyoshi’s chest, forcing his wrist into the bed.
He could feel his face, hot against the coolness of the air, lips swelling faintly, and Tsuyoshi wasn’t looking at the ceiling anymore but staring at his mouth. Licking his lips, Tsuyoshi mirrored the movement. Sitting back a little, conscious of the edge of the bed under his ankles and the rough drag of denim on the soft skin inside his knees. He pressed wet dragging kisses on the ridge of Tsuyoshi’s rib cage, dragging his teeth over the swirls and dots pattern.
By this time his own breathing was coming fast, heart thundering in his temples. Tsuyoshi was shivering under him, stoically silent; the thick rise of his cock against his jeans warm against Koichi’s belly. “What do you want?” he asked, voice gravely and only slightly mocking.
“Koichi.” It was probably meant to sound cross, as absurd as it is to sound annoyed when you weren’t the one in control. Instead, his voice was tinged with a little desperation. His own cock twitched at that; there was nothing he liked more then to make Tsuyoshi loose face.
“Yes?” Serene innocence, dipping his head and flexing out his spine so he was hovering above Tsuyoshi’s face again, licking in light strokes along the plump curve of one cheek.
“…you’re annoying,” Tsuyoshi bit out, rolling his hips up and against the skinny body above him. With a mental shrug, he let himself press Tsuyoshi down harder, giving him something to rub his hips up against. The button for the other man’s jeans scratched at his tummy, but the incessant heat of Tsuyoshi’s erection pressed up and against his balls meant that he really didn’t care.
“Nu-uh,” he breathed against Tsuyoshi’s lips, pulling back when the other man tried to kiss him. “You want me to fuck you? Try again.”
Tsuyoshi hissed, tossing his head to the side and staring at the mirror on the door that happened to catch their reflections.
“Koichi.” This time there was a little more need, Koichi held fast. “Fine.” A hiss, and he almost smiled, barley stopping it at a twitch of his lips because he knew it would really egg him on. “Fuck me.”
“If you say so.” He pulled away, sitting up and crawling past Tsuyoshi to the center of the bed, kicking off his underwear as he went. For a moment Tsuyoshi didn’t move, arms held in place as if Koichi were still holding him there. “Well, get on with it.” Licking his lips and cupping his own balls, skin silken under teasing fingertips, the touch he had been denying himself for days.
Tsuyoshi stared at him, eyes wide and face flushed, probably trying to figure out where his oh so clever little plan went wrong, or possibly pleased that his plan went right. It was always impossible to tell with Tsuyoshi.
Obediently, his hands dropped to his fly and he shed his jeans and boxers in a pile kicked carelessly off the end of the bed.
“Come here.” He schooled his voice into something sterner and Tsuyoshi glared at him for a moment, crawling up onto the bed, defiant now that Koichi didn’t physically have him pinned. “Going to behave?” He smirked and watched as Tsuyoshi tore himself apart inside his own head. Finally, he nodded. “Good.”
Tsuyoshi resisted a little when Koichi tried to push him into the position he wanted, but it seemed more for show then anything else. Why after ten years Tsuyoshi still needed to pretend that he didn’t like it when Koichi told him what to do and how to do it, he would never figure out. Not that it mattered, really.
Arms hooked around his knees and a pillow under his tailbone, Tsuyoshi was staring at the ceiling again, with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Koichi grinned. “You look pretty like that.”
Tsuyoshi’s scowl clearly said ‘fuck you’ until Koichi grabbed his cock and swiped his palm across the head, dry skin creating an almost painful drag of friction. Then his face said nothing, but his lips opened in a low, barely-there groan. Gel cold between his fingers, watching it shine and glisten against his nails, sliding and slipping down his palm and across the delicate bones in his wrist. Tsuyoshi was watching too, anticipation making him tense.
His thumb pressed, rubbing in small circles against smooth skin that had Tsuyoshi’s hips jerking, the edge of his nail caught on a fold of skin and Tsuyoshi groaned again. “Just do something.”
“Okay.” His thumb pressed inside in one long push that had Tsuyoshi breathing out in a rough exhale, jerking away from Koichi’s fingers.
“Fuck,” he hissed, squirming on Koichi’s hand, eyes squeezed shut.
It wasn’t quite the breathless, completely gone tone of voice Koichi knew he could get. Pulling his thumb back, he pressed his index finger inside, pumping it in and out, adding more lube so he could work it around inside. Two fingers made Tsuyoshi slip, his leg coming down too fast. Koichi caught it with his free hand and pushed it back up towards Tsuyoshi’s shoulder.
“That’s enough.”
“I don’t think so,” Koichi grinned, twisting his fingers and, crooking one, he felt a bump under the pad of his finger and Tsuyoshi couldn’t contain a high-pitched whimper.
“Please.” His voice strained as Koichi applied more pressure, massaging it in quick even strokes.
“No.” He slipped his fingers out, rubbing more lube on his hand and sliding just the tip of his third finger inside as well, skin stretching and welcoming him deeper inside.
“Please please please,” Tsuyoshi groaned, writhing where he was impaled on Koichi’s fingers.
“Since you asked so nicely.” His voice had been going for mocking but came out strained as he rolled the condom down.
Tsuyoshi’s calves were warm against his shoulders, and he hiked them up until he could get a good grip on the sharp points of the other man’s hips. One hand guiding so he could press the blunt head of his cock, the other tilting his hips up. A few teasing thrusts where he missed his mark and the lube made the friction of his cock sliding up and against Tsuyoshi’s balls feel really good, and made Tsuyoshi toss his head and whine.
And then he was sliding inside and all the games they played to get here, and the stubborn way Tsuyoshi refused to give up control, didn’t matter anymore, because his nervous system was firing like a lightshow behind his eyes and the slow and sweet drag of Tsuyoshi’s body pulling him deeper was heaven. When he was fully seated, he couldn’t think past the feeling of his heart pulsing in his dick and the smooth slide of pleasure rippling down his spine, sticky hands gripping Tsuyoshi’s pale thighs. Nothing mattered but the way each band of muscle was hugging him like a tight, silky glove.
“Koichi.” There it was, his voice breaking over the three syllables, beautiful and desperate.
That was what he’d been waiting days for. With a grin, he shifted his grip down to cup Tsuyoshi’s round ass, digging his fingers into the muscle and using it as a grip to hold him still as he pulled out. He started with shallow movements, a small rotation of his hips, and then the snap-press of his cock sliding deeper into that slick heat. Tsuyoshi moaned, a soft noise that vibrated from deep in his chest hanging in the air for a few shuddering breaths, ending in a sharp yelp when Koichi pushed back sharply.
It couldn’t last, not when every pull and shove of his cock and the silken slip slide of Tsuyoshi’s body was sending sparks shooting from his balls to his brain. Pleasure radiated from every extremity, the tips of his fingers and the soles of his feet, settling low in his belly.
Tsuyoshi got louder, his voice shattering over sharp cries and inarticulate words, fingers digging painful crescent-moons into his shoulders as he rode his ass harder and faster. They were spiralling together, moving like a fright train to eventual orgasm. Right before, in the few thrusts where he can almost taste it, days worth of nervous energy crackling under his skin ready to erupt, and in that instant it was perfect.
Then it hit, snapping his spine straight and he rode it out, tight circles, grinding himself as deep as he could go, the tops of his thighs flush with the super-heated flesh of Tsuyoshi’s back. Shuddering, he let his head fall back on the stem of his neck, breath coming fast thought his open mouth, well-aware of Tsuyoshi’s tiny hitching breaths. Feeling slow and lethargic, he let his head tip forward so his chin rested on his chest and watched the rapid rise and fall of Tsuyoshi’s chest. Hard cock nestled against his stomach, and Koichi smirked.
He wrapped his hand around it and Tsuyoshi jerked, his legs trying to straighten and failing.
“Shh,” he whispered, leaning down so he could press a kiss to the smooth skin of one shoulder.
Letting Tsuyoshi’s legs down so his knees bracketed his hips, Koichi took his cock in hand and jerked it lazily. The other man gasped, his fingers tightening on Koichi’s shoulder but making no move to touch himself. A quick and brutal pace, the two of them still wrapped around each other enough so that when Tsuyoshi came, it didn’t splash only across his belly but Koichi’s too.
Tired, Koichi slumped to the side, pressing his face to the side of Tsuyoshi’s head, breathing a deep lungful of his herbal shampoo. “Nice plan,” he mumbled, and was greeted with a snort.
“Shut up.”
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Date: 2009-09-10 06:10 am (UTC)So descriptive and vivid, making it an EXCELLENT read!
Thanks so much for this!!
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Date: 2009-09-10 03:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-10 07:53 am (UTC)It's been so long since I read fics with Koichi as the seme. I really like it!!! <3333333
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Date: 2009-09-10 03:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-09-14 01:52 pm (UTC)<333
This is so exciting to read, all that scheming back-and-forth. =D Thanks for sharing!