Drabble requests Johnny's
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snoozing_kittenRating: NC-17 for ALL
Title: The reflection was my friend
Pairing: Ryo/Shige
Warning: Dub-con
For: Crys
Was it shallow to love someone for the way they complimented you? Ryo knew he had narcissistic tendencies, he could read a text book every bit as well as Tegoshi could.
He just hid it better.
He liked Shige as much as he could love someone. Would stand near him when the cameras rolled or when there was a mirror around just to see the way they looked together. Hard and soft, Ryo’s angular face and thin smirk and Shige’s pale skin and floppy hair. He had a bit of a baby face and Ryo kind of wanted to bite his cheek because it looked yummy.
It was more then that, when he stood next Shige he just looked better then the other man. More accomplished, a better actor, a better singer, better at the guitar and more graceful. He loved that Shige looked so bad.
“Ryo?” Shige poked his shoulder and Ryo blinked, smiling slowly.
“What?”
“You’re in my way.” Shige frowned, pink lips and weird eyebrows. Ryo stepped to the side, but only a little so the other man had to brush along his body to pass. It was like sweet torture, he wanted to posses that own it, mark it.
When he did it was rough, teeth and hands pulling just this side of harsh. Shige’s breath caught in his throat when Ryo’s teeth closed over his nipple and gnawed at it until it was swollen and throbbing against his lips. He was sitting on top of the other man, pressed into his bed, hands at his side and staring at Ryo with wide eyes from his flushed face.
He’d said ‘no’ the first two times but Ryo was pushy and it wasn’t like he was really asking. He looked like he was enjoying it now, well of course he was. He’d already sucked a slit-like bruise into the soft skin that was pulled taught over the other man’s rib cage. Pressed his thumb against it and listened to the other man squirm and gasp. Hands came up to hold his elbows and he batted them aside.
“Arms out or I will tie them there.” He leaned over Shige so their faces where near each other. “Understand?”
Shige visibly shivered, turning his head away and Ryo grinned, placing a faintly mocking kiss to the curve of his cheek.
Sat back on his perch over the other man’s thighs and thought about what to do next with his captive. The mirror hanging innocently on the door, and he’d placed his bed in the perfect spot so it would reflect the middle of his bed without anyone catching on, it showed him the truth. His tan looked wonderful against Shige’s pale legs, the angles and curves of his naked chest, and messy hair.
“Up up.” Ryo pushed and prodded until Shige was kneeling facing the mirror, chest dipped down so he was face first in the bedding, flashes of his panting face visible from time to time.
He ran his hands down the lines of the other man’s back and smiled. He loved him as much as he could love another person, traced a little heart on one shoulder blade with his nail.
Slicked up and pushed inside, Shige moaned, his whole body jerking with the sensation and Ryo tossed his head back watching himself through narrowed eyes. The almost delicate way his chest heaved, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing in time with his lazy movements, all of it looked perfect. Even better with Shige sweating and panting under him, making these choked little noises like he was trying not to like it but unable to hide it.
“You like that?” He pushed the other man down a little further and Shige gasped, groaning low in his chest at the new angle. “No, you love it.”
Title: Come as you are
Pairing: YamaPi/Jin
Warning: d/S, bondage
For: Crys
No matter what you’re saying when you’ve got a dick in your mouth it all sounds like moaning. He could be begging, pleading and choking as the flared head of the other man’s dick tried to force its way down his throat, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it he would still sound like he was fucking desperate for it. Jin would have been lying through his teeth if he said that the thought didn’t turn his knees to jelly and isn’t YamaPi the nicest master making him kneel anyways, and make his heart twist and flip like an erratic thing under his breast bone. So he moaned around the dick in his throat, unable to beg for a chance to catch his breath, for a hand on his dick which has been hard for the last half an hour at least, nothing but tilt his head back and let YamaPi do his thing.
The leash was thin and black, one of the ones for small yappy dogs hooked into the D-ring on his collar, but strong enough that when YamaPi wrapped the other end of the leash like that he couldn’t pull away couldn’t do anything but be held in place as YamaPi used his mouth. Can’t even touch himself because the wrist cuffs got clipped to the ankle cuffs so he had no choice but to kneel, making his legs feel sort of numb as a throbbing counterpoint to the heat of friction on his lips.
Jin’s moans meant ‘please’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘harder’ and ‘more’ and in the jumble of his thoughts probably a lot more but he was slipping away with the hard glide and the way his lips feel like they are going to split and his jaw ached so pleasantly. Eyes closed and YamaPi had his other hand playing with his own balls, thumb occasionally brushing Jin’s chin with a practiced sort of indifference that drove Jin crazy. “You’re going to swallow.” Normally he would hate the taste, but in his state he couldn’t say no, could disagree with YamaPi’s commands. “You love it. Love it when you’re mine.” YamaPi smirked, like he knew what Jin had been thinking.
Slack on his collar and now that he could Jin drew in large mouthfuls of air panting through his open lips, because the head of YamaPi’s cock is still there keeping him that way, and his fingers are practically white where he’s jerking on the collar with every desperate twitch of his hips. YamaPi came with a low almost needy sound, splashing along the length of Jin’s tongue hitting his lips and sliding a little down the corner, a few drops on his chin. He swallowed quickly, and was twisting his tongue and moaning to himself as he desperately tried to lick it up without using his hands hating the he just couldn’t reach.
“Shh, let me help.” YamaPi almost sounded kind as he used the thumb of his free hand to sweep the mess up and push it into his mouth. “So good.”
Title: Ahoy, Stockholm Syndrome!
Pairing: Akanishi/Nakamaru
For: sashjun
There wasn’t a whole lot of privacy on a boat. It was the nature of life on a boat that he couldn’t even take a piss in private without someone watching. Not that he didn’t mind giving a little show now and then for the guys who liked that kind of thing.
Still life was pretty lonely on the ‘Queen’. He was sailing with a bunch of ugly-ass motherfuckers. It wasn’t his fault he was the prettiest one on board. He also had a pair of leather boots that would go so far up someone’s ass if they tried anything with him. Such was the nature of being the captain of his own vessel. And a fine vessel the Queen was, won her in an epic game of poker.
Last month there had been a battle where the Queen had come up against the Swan, a navy ship of the current Empress. Jin had won easily; those navy tight-pants had nothing on him, he didn’t just fight dirty he fought filthy. He’d put most of them in row boats and tossed it, took all the ammunitions on board and kept their captain because he’d stared at Jin with huge eyes and soft lips and seemed like he’d be a lot of fun. It had been a spur of the moment thing taking him prisoner.
A month, for a month he’d amused himself pushing the ex-navy around, making him mop the deck and slice his hands open with rope and netting. Gave him all the jobs that no one else wanted. He’d got bored of that pretty fast and let the man fade into his crew. Probably should have watched out for him better, but he wasn’t too pretty and he was pretty sure he’d fight back if anyone tried anything funny with him. He’d deal with it if it came up. First-mate Kamenashi seemed to have taken a bit of a shine to him, but he’d been Jin’s toy first. Not that he’d thought about it, it hit him like a cannon ball to the stomach, an epiphany of sorts. When Maru walked in on him jerking off. Honestly, no privacy.
“Yeah?” His voice rasped. Hips jerking into his own palm, biting his lip at the exquisite drag of friction down the sensitive skin of his dick. “What do you want?”
“N-nothing.” Maru squeaked. His face was bright red under the sun burn, he was clutching the doorway like a life preserver staring hard at his face, eyes dipping comically when Jin’s arm would move, rubbing the tips of his fingers across the head of his dick teasingly. It was hotter with the prudish man’s eyes glued to his every action. Felt dirty, brown eyes like an extra caress. “I- Kame wanted- it’s- I’m sorry.”
“Come here.” Jin snapped and Maru made a soft sound, eyes glued to his cock taking shuffling steps forward. “Kneel.”
Maru did at he was told, sitting on his heels and face tomato red but looking like he was physically unable to tear his eyes away.
“Next time.” Jin hissed, leaning back so he could thrust his hips up into the now-slick glide of his palm. Maru watched the peek-a-boo of Jin’s dick moving through his hand, face flushed and mouth slack. “I’ll let you do this for me.”
Maru’s eyes went wide and Jin imagined getting come on that face, making it dirty like the rest of these fuckers. He was still to proper, hands clasped in his lap, none of the swagger of a real pirate yet.
When he came it was with a shout, shivering as it raced through him shock from his balls and all over. His eyes fluttered closed as afterglow raced down his spine and kept him fucking the tunnel of his fist. Maru made a small sound. When the roar in his ears abated a little, he opened his eyes to stare at his appreciative audience.
“Now it’s your turn.”
Title: Boys of Summer
Pairing: Massu/Koyama
For: Zoe
His neighbour had this tendency to garden in a pair of jean cut-off shorts, teasing taught thighs. Sun-kissed skin pulled taught over broad shoulders, mouth watering and even more scorching hot then the summer sun all wrapped up in one bundle of adorableness. Koyama had it bad for his neighbour, had really the first time he’d seen Masuda pull his gaudy t-shirt over his head and pick up a spade he couldn’t have been expected to hold out against something like that.
Massu had a round face that spoke of baby fat and cherubs. Made him feel bad about the fantasies, about all the times he’s been in the shower and jerked off imagining teaching that sweet face all the different ways he could make him feel good. He’d look so cute, all flushed and panting while Koyama kneeled for him, sucked his cock and taught him by demonstration.
Always thought that he was squeaky clean, Massu never did a single thing to disprove that assumption. Not until a fateful Thursday afternoon when Koyama has just come out of the shower in a plume of steam and the doorbell ringing. It was like something out of a bad porno, answering the door with his towel clutched around his waist to find Massu standing there.
“Hey.”
“Do you have some sugar?” Koyama must have been flushed from the shower, then embarrassment on top of that. More or less naked in front of his hot neighbour.
“Y-yeah.” He clutched the towel around his waist tighter.
Massu peered around for a moment, looking at his cup then giving Koyama a brilliant smile that made his heart stutter in his chest.
“How about, we just fuck instead?” Massu grinned and Koyama choked, mouth working for a bit before he managed to nod vigorously.
Found himself pressed against the bed with his boy-next-door neighbour trying to suck his soul out thought his mouth and hands going everywhere. His towel offered him no protection from short nails and the drag of the hungry pads of his fingers across his hips.
He couldn’t do anything but take it, hissing as short fingers pressed up inside him, stretching him deftly.
“Oh god.” Koyama squealed arching up off the bed as Massu unerringly rubbed him from the inside out. Pulling fireworks across his skin and lighting up his bones.
Hadn’t believed that Massu had it in him until he was smiling, a wicked smirk like he knew exactly what he was doing to him. Taking him apart with fingers and that plush mouth brick by brick until Koyama was hard pressed to remember his own name. Babbling as he fisted the sheets, Massu’s shoulders anything to keep him grounded and not fly away.
“Oh my god. Please, yes. Harder.” Massu laughed, and it was a familiar sunny sound, a year of being separated by only an ivy-covered picket fence.
“You really want it don’t you?” Massu reared back, kneeling on the bed, smooth tanned skin pulled over the most perfect chest and shoulders that Koyama had ever seen. He moaned, pressing his eyes closed.
“Yes.” Too desperate probably, but not really caring because Massu knew what he was doing and suddenly Koyama had no idea.
Massu was pushing inside, stretch burning and too sharp and everything he thought he didn’t need but fuck, so perfect. Strong arms pinned him to the bed, sturdy fingers digging into his shoulders and Massu above him, bottom lip caught between his teeth and staring at him like he was something beautiful.
“More.” Koyama demanded and Massu grinned at him, leaning down to place a chaste kiss against his lips.
“Yeah, okay.”
Massu fucked him hard; just on the right side of rough, using his whole body, arms pulling Koyama into each jarring thrust. The most incredible ass ever flexing as Massu fucked him, Koyama only wished he could see it. He hooked his legs around Massu’s hips and clung to his shoulders, pulling them so close together, the slide of skin a sensual caress all over so he twined around the younger man as much as he could.
He came with a cry, arching as much as he could pinned as he was. Massu shivered, brown eyes falling closed as he rode out Koyama’s orgasm right there with him. Massu came with a soft sound, shivering visibly.
Didn’t stick around for the afterglow, already off the bed on shaky legs and looking for something to clean up with, when he found it he came and gentle washed the stickiness from Koyama’s belly and thighs. Every bit as gentle now as he had been rough before.
“You good?” Massu was smiling at him again, dimples and sunshine and if Koyama didn’t know better now he would have fallen for it all over again.
“Yeah.” Koyama was sore in every which way possible and Massu was looking at him like he wanted to go again. “Great.”
Title: Need Me
Pairing: Jin/Maru
Warning: Blood-play, D/s
For: Iris
Mostly he knows that it was endorphins, and that he should be freaking out about infections and pain and so many other things. None of that made sense right now though, nothing came to mind but sweet sharp bright too much please more, and it was probably spilling out of his mouth uncontrolled like the rest of him because Jin is smiling at him like he’d just done something wonderful. Even if it didn’t put him in this place where everything is too much and not enough, and he didn’t even know you could get that hard, he would lie back and take it because of the look it puts on Jin’s face.
There is awe, pride, ownership complete and total, and glee and affection and all the things that Maru craved from the other man. He’d been so scared of his once, almost shaking when Jin held him and crooned in his ear ‘It’s going to be so hot baby, imagine it you taking everything I give you, like spanking but more, I want to see you give everything to me.’ He hadn’t a snow-ball’s hope in hell of holding out when Jin was out to seduce something from him.
The thin blade cut another burning line into the fleshy part of his thigh, there were already lines along his chest, three like cat scratches, each kissed and worshipped by Jin’s fingers and lips. It hurt like a bitch when he forced the blood to well and pour, and then he was smearing it across his tight nipple and Maru was whining and begging and fuck the pain brought him down like nothing else. Now he was lying against the headboard with his legs splayed and so trusting with Jin kneeling there blade in hand cutting into the top of his thigh. There was the pain and it tasted bright as he tensed and quivered whining high in his throat.
“That’s it.” Jin said; leaning over so he could whisper against the cuts he’d already made on his chest. They didn’t tie him down for this because Jin wanted to see him take it without needing that. “You love it as much as I do.”
“Jin.” He shrieked because Jin was pressing his thumb against the cut he’d just made and Maru was so close to coming that he could taste it. Tried to verbalize as much but it came out jumbled and stuttered, his voice quivering.
“It’s okay.” Ducking his head Jin placed a kiss against the highest and deepest of the cuts on his breastbone and sucked hard as he wrapped his hand around Maru’s dick. He thought that his brain might actually be ripping apart as he screamed, pain and pleasure and pain and oh my fucking god, he was coming and it was the sweetest feeling of vertigo, of almost too much hitting his limit and flinging himself head first over it. He shivered and shook at Jin licked at the hicky he’d left, almost completely insensate, like his nervous system had just given up, couldn’t handle the expert way that Jin played with him.
“Back with me?” Jin’s cocky smirk was at odds with the way his voice rasped.
“Yeah.” Maru’s voice was a little sore too.
“Good.” And Jin was guiding his head down to his own thick cock and Maru just opened his mouth to take it, revelling in the way Jin hummed and pet his hair. He’d turned his body over to Jin to do with as he pleased long ago.
Title: Famous Last Words
Pairing: Massu/Ryo
Warning: Prostate milking
For: Imifumei
“Please don’t struggle, or you’re going to hurt yourself.” Massu said against the sharp rise of his rib cage and the gentle concave of his stomach. Ryo tried to glare through the fringe of his bangs at the younger man and stilled his instinctive tug against the restraints. Satisfied Massu sat back and licked his lips faintly.
“Get on with it.” Ryo grunted, his dick hard and ready to come, would have already if Massu hadn’t tied his hands to the headboard when he wouldn’t stop touching. It was like the younger man had this plan and well, yes, Ryo knew that he had a plan and he’d be all on board if it just went a little quicker.
“Sometimes it is fun to take things a little slower.”
“I think my dick is going to fall off.” Ryo snarled back and Massu just grinned at him all sunshine and bumble-bees.
“No it won’t.” Then he was pushing apart Ryo’s thighs again. He let them part with only a little resistance, Massu had already cured him of his phobia of things going near (read: up) his ass a few weeks earlier with a slim wand that vibrated in wicked and dastardly ways, and that sweet sweet mouth on his cock. Now they were apparently on a new lesson but Massu hadn’t let him in on the punch line yet.
Fingers slick with lube, and Massu had beautiful fingers, which had been underappreciated before now, and Ryo fancied that he could feel each knuckle where it pressed into him. Poking around inside him, and he was never going to get over how weird that felt, like intrusion and alien things. Then, just like before there was a burst of ‘oh fuck yes’ and it was like a hand on his dick from the inside and it twitched slapping lewdly against his tummy. Except this time Massu didn’t stop he just kept up that slight and maddening pressure. This time Ryo couldn’t stop the way his hands twisted where they were tied to the bed, oh shit all it would take was the heat of his hand on his dick and he was going to shoot everywhere.
“Let go.” Massu whispered against his thigh and Ryo grit his teeth. It was almost painful the way his orgasm was building like a hot stone in his tummy and incredible tightness in his spine. Rubbing and Massu’s finger inside him and it wouldn’t stop piling like a fucking jenga tower about to haemorrhage his brain. He writhed and twisted against the sheets, not even feeling them as he sweated and begged Massu to touch him. Through the whole thing Massu just licked his lips and kept up with this new form of torture. “Come on Ryo.”
He couldn’t, he just couldn’t. Then he was coming, and no one had even touched him but he was shooting what felt like his whole nervous system out his dick and it was hitting his damn chin and everything in between, balls almost aching with the pressure of it. He was probably moaning, he couldn’t really feel anything but this paralyzing numbness followed by a wave of euphoria so strong all he could do was breathe deeply through his nose and hope to hell he wasn’t going to pass out.
“You killed me.” He muttered weakly when Massu was undoing the straps on his wrists and kissing them softly.
“Told you so.” Was all he said with a faint smirk, and today’s lesson must have been ‘Masuda is the Einstein of sex’.
Title: One More Time
Pairing: Junno/Koyama
For: Amy
Koyama looked so beautiful above him like some sort of deity come to play, and it probably had more to do with hormones and the way that the light from the street light outside and painted the lines of his shoulders leading into his narrow hips, but it couldn’t dispel the effect. He should probably feel guilty, but it was hard to think thoughts of fire and brimstone repentance and all that when Koyama was so tight and hot inside, friction and a smooth glide so perfect that he’s panting and moaning in concert with Koyama.
”Koyama?” Voice pitched low and the other man jumped and blinked at him. Junno just smiled, the older man was so cute when he was all sleepy like that. “Am I bothering you?”
“Nope.” Koyama smiled at him, and Junno felt only the barest hint of guilt because he knew that Koyama’s affections were somewhere else, stuck on someone else, annoying.
“Want to come over to my house later? We could watch some movies.” They had never even made it through one movie, not in a month and a half. In fact ‘movies’ was code for hot gay sex. He watched the way Koyama frowned for a moment, hesitance obvious but that was what he liked so much about Koyama that he couldn’t hide a damn thing. His honesty was his gift and Junno craved his moans and gasps like he craved French vanilla ice cream. Then there was the point where he should have backed down and bowed out gracefully but he wasn’t ready. It wasn’t game over yet, he had at least one more life to go, and he knew the trick now.
“...Yeah, sure.”
Koyama lifted himself, using straining thigh muscles and held steady by strong hands on his hips and Junno hissed at the drag and pull of Koyama’s skin against his. Friction sweet and thick, and pleasure all wrapped around each other rewiring his whole damn nervous system around his dick, binding him through sensation to the other man.
“Ah, Junno.” Koyama moaned low in his chest and it vibrated in the air between them. “Fuck.”
“Yeah.” He used his arms to left Koyama’s hips a bit and planting his feet pressed up and into him, wringing a strangled moan from the other man. Koyama had this almost drugged, blissed-out look on his face, like it was too much and not enough and Junno really fucking loved the way the other man couldn’t hide his reactions. It made him fell all-powerful and strangely protective all at once. Koyama collapsed against his chest when he let go of his hips, lips searching for his own, practically folding himself in half. Long fingers ran through his short hair and Junno groaned and ground his hips up, clever fingers massaging behind his ears, holding him in place so Koyama could eat at his mouth.
Junno knew he shouldn’t be doing this anymore, Koyama was in love with someone else, but his skin tasted so good, smooth and warm under his lips and tongue, teeth peeking out to worry at the bit of flesh on his shoulder that had just looked to appetizing.
“Ah, please.” Koyama moaned, sitting between his sprawled legs, head tilted back against his shoulder.
“I missed you, I was so lonely.” He knew that Koyama would never say no to that, and maybe it was a low blow to use that fact but he did need it. Couldn’t not have it.
“Of course.” Koyama melted against him and he hid his smile by finding another tasty looking patch of skin to maul.
“Roll over.” Junno bit at his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, so when Koyama nodded and hissed he felt the movement against his mouth. With him on top and Koyama looking so perfect under him everything felt so right again. It was them in the semi-darkness, smoothing out the edges and making the details seem unimportant.
‘I love you’ he said without another harsh kiss, and while he knew Koyama didn’t love him back, it was only a matter of time. Whoever said the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach was aiming a few inches too high.
Title: Sunday morning is every day for all I care
Pairing: Massu/Jin
For: Crys
The thing about Massu is that he was secretly the guru of sex, not just any sex, like karma-sutra oh god how do you bend that way-I just shot my brain out my dick sex. To say it was a bit surprising is to say the least.
“You’re new hair cut makes you look so damn young.” Jin bit out, his breath puffing against the smoothness of the curve of Massu’s shoulderand inhaling the simple smell of his laundry soap and deodorant. Massu just smiled and flicked his head, tossing the curly bits back before they settled into his eyes again. Devious eyes. Black glittering wells of perversion and all that is holy and dear to orgasms. Jin tried to hold out back when Massu made a pass at him, but really. Orgasms. Orgasms and karma sutra sex with someone that has a body like Massu and hips that fuck like he’s getting paid by the minute.
Freaky little minx of a man.
“You like it.” Massu’s smile is always the edge of ‘fuck me, fuck you’ and sunshine and daisies, it shouldn’t work but that was just him and he made it work. There were on a couch too short for Jin to spread out properly, so his head was cushioned on one arm rest and his still-booted feet were sticking off the other end. Perched above him, a cute bird and a snarling gargoyle, Massu held their bodies apart with strong hands pinning his chest to the cushions and ass probably sticking in the air so he was on his knees. Jin’s own hands were rubbing the smooth skin of his lower back; Massu’s body was always so warm, like he was burning up from the inside out.
“Yeah.” He hated it, but there wasn’t anything else to say when one of Massu’s hands found itself in his pants. Cute fingers and a palm too dry grabbing his dick and jerking it slowly. He rolled his hips into the friction groaning low in his chest hissing because Massu sat back on his thighs suddenly and pulled his pants down a few inches. He tossed his head again hair bouncing back into place, and Jin licked his lips, riveted on where Massu was undoing his own belt and pushing baggy cargo-pants down his slim hips. Oh yeah indeed.
Heat and weight smothering, pushing him into the couch and it was okay because Massu was straddling his hips and eating the groans straight from his mouth with a tongue that was just so devastating. He had no leverage like this, could barely use his shoulders to buck up and roll his hips again, Massu’s weight was more than enough to hold him in place. His dick was rubbing up against Massu’s and there was a little bit of lubrication from the leaking head, but it wasn’t enough, but Massu was sticking his hand where their mouths were swollen and wet and yeah, he was licking at salty fingers meeting Massu’s tongue in between the webbing, soft and hard all at once. Then, then, then, yes, the friction was perfect, small cute hands, conniving hands wrapped around his dick and pressing and pushing. Jin closed his eyes, blocking out hugely dilated eyes and stupid wavy hair. Massu knew just what to do, how to rub the still dry part of his hand over the head in tight little circles and rub his thumb, just a little too hard against the bundle of nerves just under the crown.
Later he would curse Massu to hide how embarrassingly quick orgasm was crashing through his system, shivering through his body in waves. He groaned and moaned, using every bit of leverage he had to thrust up into Massu’s weight to keep the waves crashing. Then it was finally over, Massu’s dick moving against his was almost too much, making a shivery feeling crawl through his tummy. Panted breaths against his mouth as Massu held himself with one hand on his chest. He opened his mouth to complain, maybe just shove the other man off when he reared back, and his white shirt brought out the flush on his face, tight thighs under the stretched fabric of his pants. One hand scrabbled on his tummy, smearing his own come all over the place and pushing his shirt up and out of the way. Warm splashed just under his navel and Jin watched with lazy interest, Massu’s hand still working his dick slowly, one last drop landing on his own dick. He just smiled, he could deal with dumb hair.
Title: Communication (for good relationships)
Pairing: Pin
Warning: Dirty talk
For: Vix
“You like it when I fuck you right?” YamaPi said it almost conversationally and Jin paused, blinked a few times and mentally rewound the last few minutes to try and figure out if that statement had any prompting at all, not finding anything.
“Yeah.” He agreed; because, well yeah. He liked it. YamaPi was curled into the one seat, leaving Jin to sprawl in the cradle of the arm of the couch; long legs spread akimbo with one knee bent and the other so his toes dug into the dark space between the cushions. He cut his eyes away from the muted commercials to look at his boyfriend but YamaPi wasn’t even looking at him, eyeing the tv with his usual disinterest.
“I like it too.” YamaPi cut his eyes towards him, and in that moment Jin wasn’t quite sure what to think, robot face doubled as a poker face and he still didn’t always understand the other man. “I like the noises you make when I make you take my dick.”
Jin would have choked if he’d been eating anything. “Really?”
“Yep.” YamaPi smiled softly. “You make this almost growling sound when I first press in, like you can’t wait to have it. Makes me so hot when you’re a slut for my cock.” He knew the sound YamaPi was talking about, in that moment where he could feel it there, thick and blunt and pressing against his ass and YamaPi was right, maybe it made him a slut but he fucking needed it, craved it enough to make him crazy, shoving his hips back and feeling it split him open. Couldn’t stop the way his throat closed around his breath and maybe it was a growl, caught somewhere just past a purr.
“You really love my cock.” YamaPi was rubbing absently at said appendage, and Jin watched the movement with narrowed eyes. He probably should have at least protested, he was a slut for no one, but now that he was thinking about it; his ass clenched imaging all that girth. “Love to ride it almost as much as you like it face down in the pillow, so as long as you get your ass pounded.”
Well that was just too far. “Who are you, what did you do with my YamaPi and what bad porn did you steal that from?”
“Just thinking out loud.” YamaPi smirked and Jin gaped at him. “I like to think about it at work.” He said, and flicking his pink tongue against full lips. “Do you?”
“Fuck you.” Jin hissed and he wasn’t so relaxed any more, blood rushing and pooling making his dick heavy, rising against his sweat pants. Neither of them cared that the commercial break was over and their show was still playing, just muted.
“I like that too.” YamaPi smiled, pressing his hips in a lazy rhythm against the flat of his palm. “Over the arm of the couch?” God, fuck, that would fold him so neatly in half leaving his ass open and welcoming.
“Yes.”
That robot mask was gone, YamaPi’s face a little dreamy and Jin could see it too, crystal clear in his mind’s eye, and he was speaking before he could stop to think about it. “You’d do that thing where you try to stay quiet, bite back the way you whimper and moan.” YamaPi twitched, what the hell, this was a lot more fun then he’d imagined. “You always bite your lip and it makes me want to fuck you harder.”
“Please.” YamaPi moaned in the air between them, hands gone down the front of his pants.
Title: The reflection was my friend
Pairing: Ryo/Shige
Warning: Dub-con
For: Crys
Was it shallow to love someone for the way they complimented you? Ryo knew he had narcissistic tendencies, he could read a text book every bit as well as Tegoshi could.
He just hid it better.
He liked Shige as much as he could love someone. Would stand near him when the cameras rolled or when there was a mirror around just to see the way they looked together. Hard and soft, Ryo’s angular face and thin smirk and Shige’s pale skin and floppy hair. He had a bit of a baby face and Ryo kind of wanted to bite his cheek because it looked yummy.
It was more then that, when he stood next Shige he just looked better then the other man. More accomplished, a better actor, a better singer, better at the guitar and more graceful. He loved that Shige looked so bad.
“Ryo?” Shige poked his shoulder and Ryo blinked, smiling slowly.
“What?”
“You’re in my way.” Shige frowned, pink lips and weird eyebrows. Ryo stepped to the side, but only a little so the other man had to brush along his body to pass. It was like sweet torture, he wanted to posses that own it, mark it.
When he did it was rough, teeth and hands pulling just this side of harsh. Shige’s breath caught in his throat when Ryo’s teeth closed over his nipple and gnawed at it until it was swollen and throbbing against his lips. He was sitting on top of the other man, pressed into his bed, hands at his side and staring at Ryo with wide eyes from his flushed face.
He’d said ‘no’ the first two times but Ryo was pushy and it wasn’t like he was really asking. He looked like he was enjoying it now, well of course he was. He’d already sucked a slit-like bruise into the soft skin that was pulled taught over the other man’s rib cage. Pressed his thumb against it and listened to the other man squirm and gasp. Hands came up to hold his elbows and he batted them aside.
“Arms out or I will tie them there.” He leaned over Shige so their faces where near each other. “Understand?”
Shige visibly shivered, turning his head away and Ryo grinned, placing a faintly mocking kiss to the curve of his cheek.
Sat back on his perch over the other man’s thighs and thought about what to do next with his captive. The mirror hanging innocently on the door, and he’d placed his bed in the perfect spot so it would reflect the middle of his bed without anyone catching on, it showed him the truth. His tan looked wonderful against Shige’s pale legs, the angles and curves of his naked chest, and messy hair.
“Up up.” Ryo pushed and prodded until Shige was kneeling facing the mirror, chest dipped down so he was face first in the bedding, flashes of his panting face visible from time to time.
He ran his hands down the lines of the other man’s back and smiled. He loved him as much as he could love another person, traced a little heart on one shoulder blade with his nail.
Slicked up and pushed inside, Shige moaned, his whole body jerking with the sensation and Ryo tossed his head back watching himself through narrowed eyes. The almost delicate way his chest heaved, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing in time with his lazy movements, all of it looked perfect. Even better with Shige sweating and panting under him, making these choked little noises like he was trying not to like it but unable to hide it.
“You like that?” He pushed the other man down a little further and Shige gasped, groaning low in his chest at the new angle. “No, you love it.”
Title: Come as you are
Pairing: YamaPi/Jin
Warning: d/S, bondage
For: Crys
No matter what you’re saying when you’ve got a dick in your mouth it all sounds like moaning. He could be begging, pleading and choking as the flared head of the other man’s dick tried to force its way down his throat, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it he would still sound like he was fucking desperate for it. Jin would have been lying through his teeth if he said that the thought didn’t turn his knees to jelly and isn’t YamaPi the nicest master making him kneel anyways, and make his heart twist and flip like an erratic thing under his breast bone. So he moaned around the dick in his throat, unable to beg for a chance to catch his breath, for a hand on his dick which has been hard for the last half an hour at least, nothing but tilt his head back and let YamaPi do his thing.
The leash was thin and black, one of the ones for small yappy dogs hooked into the D-ring on his collar, but strong enough that when YamaPi wrapped the other end of the leash like that he couldn’t pull away couldn’t do anything but be held in place as YamaPi used his mouth. Can’t even touch himself because the wrist cuffs got clipped to the ankle cuffs so he had no choice but to kneel, making his legs feel sort of numb as a throbbing counterpoint to the heat of friction on his lips.
Jin’s moans meant ‘please’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘harder’ and ‘more’ and in the jumble of his thoughts probably a lot more but he was slipping away with the hard glide and the way his lips feel like they are going to split and his jaw ached so pleasantly. Eyes closed and YamaPi had his other hand playing with his own balls, thumb occasionally brushing Jin’s chin with a practiced sort of indifference that drove Jin crazy. “You’re going to swallow.” Normally he would hate the taste, but in his state he couldn’t say no, could disagree with YamaPi’s commands. “You love it. Love it when you’re mine.” YamaPi smirked, like he knew what Jin had been thinking.
Slack on his collar and now that he could Jin drew in large mouthfuls of air panting through his open lips, because the head of YamaPi’s cock is still there keeping him that way, and his fingers are practically white where he’s jerking on the collar with every desperate twitch of his hips. YamaPi came with a low almost needy sound, splashing along the length of Jin’s tongue hitting his lips and sliding a little down the corner, a few drops on his chin. He swallowed quickly, and was twisting his tongue and moaning to himself as he desperately tried to lick it up without using his hands hating the he just couldn’t reach.
“Shh, let me help.” YamaPi almost sounded kind as he used the thumb of his free hand to sweep the mess up and push it into his mouth. “So good.”
Title: Ahoy, Stockholm Syndrome!
Pairing: Akanishi/Nakamaru
For: sashjun
There wasn’t a whole lot of privacy on a boat. It was the nature of life on a boat that he couldn’t even take a piss in private without someone watching. Not that he didn’t mind giving a little show now and then for the guys who liked that kind of thing.
Still life was pretty lonely on the ‘Queen’. He was sailing with a bunch of ugly-ass motherfuckers. It wasn’t his fault he was the prettiest one on board. He also had a pair of leather boots that would go so far up someone’s ass if they tried anything with him. Such was the nature of being the captain of his own vessel. And a fine vessel the Queen was, won her in an epic game of poker.
Last month there had been a battle where the Queen had come up against the Swan, a navy ship of the current Empress. Jin had won easily; those navy tight-pants had nothing on him, he didn’t just fight dirty he fought filthy. He’d put most of them in row boats and tossed it, took all the ammunitions on board and kept their captain because he’d stared at Jin with huge eyes and soft lips and seemed like he’d be a lot of fun. It had been a spur of the moment thing taking him prisoner.
A month, for a month he’d amused himself pushing the ex-navy around, making him mop the deck and slice his hands open with rope and netting. Gave him all the jobs that no one else wanted. He’d got bored of that pretty fast and let the man fade into his crew. Probably should have watched out for him better, but he wasn’t too pretty and he was pretty sure he’d fight back if anyone tried anything funny with him. He’d deal with it if it came up. First-mate Kamenashi seemed to have taken a bit of a shine to him, but he’d been Jin’s toy first. Not that he’d thought about it, it hit him like a cannon ball to the stomach, an epiphany of sorts. When Maru walked in on him jerking off. Honestly, no privacy.
“Yeah?” His voice rasped. Hips jerking into his own palm, biting his lip at the exquisite drag of friction down the sensitive skin of his dick. “What do you want?”
“N-nothing.” Maru squeaked. His face was bright red under the sun burn, he was clutching the doorway like a life preserver staring hard at his face, eyes dipping comically when Jin’s arm would move, rubbing the tips of his fingers across the head of his dick teasingly. It was hotter with the prudish man’s eyes glued to his every action. Felt dirty, brown eyes like an extra caress. “I- Kame wanted- it’s- I’m sorry.”
“Come here.” Jin snapped and Maru made a soft sound, eyes glued to his cock taking shuffling steps forward. “Kneel.”
Maru did at he was told, sitting on his heels and face tomato red but looking like he was physically unable to tear his eyes away.
“Next time.” Jin hissed, leaning back so he could thrust his hips up into the now-slick glide of his palm. Maru watched the peek-a-boo of Jin’s dick moving through his hand, face flushed and mouth slack. “I’ll let you do this for me.”
Maru’s eyes went wide and Jin imagined getting come on that face, making it dirty like the rest of these fuckers. He was still to proper, hands clasped in his lap, none of the swagger of a real pirate yet.
When he came it was with a shout, shivering as it raced through him shock from his balls and all over. His eyes fluttered closed as afterglow raced down his spine and kept him fucking the tunnel of his fist. Maru made a small sound. When the roar in his ears abated a little, he opened his eyes to stare at his appreciative audience.
“Now it’s your turn.”
Title: Boys of Summer
Pairing: Massu/Koyama
For: Zoe
His neighbour had this tendency to garden in a pair of jean cut-off shorts, teasing taught thighs. Sun-kissed skin pulled taught over broad shoulders, mouth watering and even more scorching hot then the summer sun all wrapped up in one bundle of adorableness. Koyama had it bad for his neighbour, had really the first time he’d seen Masuda pull his gaudy t-shirt over his head and pick up a spade he couldn’t have been expected to hold out against something like that.
Massu had a round face that spoke of baby fat and cherubs. Made him feel bad about the fantasies, about all the times he’s been in the shower and jerked off imagining teaching that sweet face all the different ways he could make him feel good. He’d look so cute, all flushed and panting while Koyama kneeled for him, sucked his cock and taught him by demonstration.
Always thought that he was squeaky clean, Massu never did a single thing to disprove that assumption. Not until a fateful Thursday afternoon when Koyama has just come out of the shower in a plume of steam and the doorbell ringing. It was like something out of a bad porno, answering the door with his towel clutched around his waist to find Massu standing there.
“Hey.”
“Do you have some sugar?” Koyama must have been flushed from the shower, then embarrassment on top of that. More or less naked in front of his hot neighbour.
“Y-yeah.” He clutched the towel around his waist tighter.
Massu peered around for a moment, looking at his cup then giving Koyama a brilliant smile that made his heart stutter in his chest.
“How about, we just fuck instead?” Massu grinned and Koyama choked, mouth working for a bit before he managed to nod vigorously.
Found himself pressed against the bed with his boy-next-door neighbour trying to suck his soul out thought his mouth and hands going everywhere. His towel offered him no protection from short nails and the drag of the hungry pads of his fingers across his hips.
He couldn’t do anything but take it, hissing as short fingers pressed up inside him, stretching him deftly.
“Oh god.” Koyama squealed arching up off the bed as Massu unerringly rubbed him from the inside out. Pulling fireworks across his skin and lighting up his bones.
Hadn’t believed that Massu had it in him until he was smiling, a wicked smirk like he knew exactly what he was doing to him. Taking him apart with fingers and that plush mouth brick by brick until Koyama was hard pressed to remember his own name. Babbling as he fisted the sheets, Massu’s shoulders anything to keep him grounded and not fly away.
“Oh my god. Please, yes. Harder.” Massu laughed, and it was a familiar sunny sound, a year of being separated by only an ivy-covered picket fence.
“You really want it don’t you?” Massu reared back, kneeling on the bed, smooth tanned skin pulled over the most perfect chest and shoulders that Koyama had ever seen. He moaned, pressing his eyes closed.
“Yes.” Too desperate probably, but not really caring because Massu knew what he was doing and suddenly Koyama had no idea.
Massu was pushing inside, stretch burning and too sharp and everything he thought he didn’t need but fuck, so perfect. Strong arms pinned him to the bed, sturdy fingers digging into his shoulders and Massu above him, bottom lip caught between his teeth and staring at him like he was something beautiful.
“More.” Koyama demanded and Massu grinned at him, leaning down to place a chaste kiss against his lips.
“Yeah, okay.”
Massu fucked him hard; just on the right side of rough, using his whole body, arms pulling Koyama into each jarring thrust. The most incredible ass ever flexing as Massu fucked him, Koyama only wished he could see it. He hooked his legs around Massu’s hips and clung to his shoulders, pulling them so close together, the slide of skin a sensual caress all over so he twined around the younger man as much as he could.
He came with a cry, arching as much as he could pinned as he was. Massu shivered, brown eyes falling closed as he rode out Koyama’s orgasm right there with him. Massu came with a soft sound, shivering visibly.
Didn’t stick around for the afterglow, already off the bed on shaky legs and looking for something to clean up with, when he found it he came and gentle washed the stickiness from Koyama’s belly and thighs. Every bit as gentle now as he had been rough before.
“You good?” Massu was smiling at him again, dimples and sunshine and if Koyama didn’t know better now he would have fallen for it all over again.
“Yeah.” Koyama was sore in every which way possible and Massu was looking at him like he wanted to go again. “Great.”
Title: Need Me
Pairing: Jin/Maru
Warning: Blood-play, D/s
For: Iris
Mostly he knows that it was endorphins, and that he should be freaking out about infections and pain and so many other things. None of that made sense right now though, nothing came to mind but sweet sharp bright too much please more, and it was probably spilling out of his mouth uncontrolled like the rest of him because Jin is smiling at him like he’d just done something wonderful. Even if it didn’t put him in this place where everything is too much and not enough, and he didn’t even know you could get that hard, he would lie back and take it because of the look it puts on Jin’s face.
There is awe, pride, ownership complete and total, and glee and affection and all the things that Maru craved from the other man. He’d been so scared of his once, almost shaking when Jin held him and crooned in his ear ‘It’s going to be so hot baby, imagine it you taking everything I give you, like spanking but more, I want to see you give everything to me.’ He hadn’t a snow-ball’s hope in hell of holding out when Jin was out to seduce something from him.
The thin blade cut another burning line into the fleshy part of his thigh, there were already lines along his chest, three like cat scratches, each kissed and worshipped by Jin’s fingers and lips. It hurt like a bitch when he forced the blood to well and pour, and then he was smearing it across his tight nipple and Maru was whining and begging and fuck the pain brought him down like nothing else. Now he was lying against the headboard with his legs splayed and so trusting with Jin kneeling there blade in hand cutting into the top of his thigh. There was the pain and it tasted bright as he tensed and quivered whining high in his throat.
“That’s it.” Jin said; leaning over so he could whisper against the cuts he’d already made on his chest. They didn’t tie him down for this because Jin wanted to see him take it without needing that. “You love it as much as I do.”
“Jin.” He shrieked because Jin was pressing his thumb against the cut he’d just made and Maru was so close to coming that he could taste it. Tried to verbalize as much but it came out jumbled and stuttered, his voice quivering.
“It’s okay.” Ducking his head Jin placed a kiss against the highest and deepest of the cuts on his breastbone and sucked hard as he wrapped his hand around Maru’s dick. He thought that his brain might actually be ripping apart as he screamed, pain and pleasure and pain and oh my fucking god, he was coming and it was the sweetest feeling of vertigo, of almost too much hitting his limit and flinging himself head first over it. He shivered and shook at Jin licked at the hicky he’d left, almost completely insensate, like his nervous system had just given up, couldn’t handle the expert way that Jin played with him.
“Back with me?” Jin’s cocky smirk was at odds with the way his voice rasped.
“Yeah.” Maru’s voice was a little sore too.
“Good.” And Jin was guiding his head down to his own thick cock and Maru just opened his mouth to take it, revelling in the way Jin hummed and pet his hair. He’d turned his body over to Jin to do with as he pleased long ago.
Title: Famous Last Words
Pairing: Massu/Ryo
Warning: Prostate milking
For: Imifumei
“Please don’t struggle, or you’re going to hurt yourself.” Massu said against the sharp rise of his rib cage and the gentle concave of his stomach. Ryo tried to glare through the fringe of his bangs at the younger man and stilled his instinctive tug against the restraints. Satisfied Massu sat back and licked his lips faintly.
“Get on with it.” Ryo grunted, his dick hard and ready to come, would have already if Massu hadn’t tied his hands to the headboard when he wouldn’t stop touching. It was like the younger man had this plan and well, yes, Ryo knew that he had a plan and he’d be all on board if it just went a little quicker.
“Sometimes it is fun to take things a little slower.”
“I think my dick is going to fall off.” Ryo snarled back and Massu just grinned at him all sunshine and bumble-bees.
“No it won’t.” Then he was pushing apart Ryo’s thighs again. He let them part with only a little resistance, Massu had already cured him of his phobia of things going near (read: up) his ass a few weeks earlier with a slim wand that vibrated in wicked and dastardly ways, and that sweet sweet mouth on his cock. Now they were apparently on a new lesson but Massu hadn’t let him in on the punch line yet.
Fingers slick with lube, and Massu had beautiful fingers, which had been underappreciated before now, and Ryo fancied that he could feel each knuckle where it pressed into him. Poking around inside him, and he was never going to get over how weird that felt, like intrusion and alien things. Then, just like before there was a burst of ‘oh fuck yes’ and it was like a hand on his dick from the inside and it twitched slapping lewdly against his tummy. Except this time Massu didn’t stop he just kept up that slight and maddening pressure. This time Ryo couldn’t stop the way his hands twisted where they were tied to the bed, oh shit all it would take was the heat of his hand on his dick and he was going to shoot everywhere.
“Let go.” Massu whispered against his thigh and Ryo grit his teeth. It was almost painful the way his orgasm was building like a hot stone in his tummy and incredible tightness in his spine. Rubbing and Massu’s finger inside him and it wouldn’t stop piling like a fucking jenga tower about to haemorrhage his brain. He writhed and twisted against the sheets, not even feeling them as he sweated and begged Massu to touch him. Through the whole thing Massu just licked his lips and kept up with this new form of torture. “Come on Ryo.”
He couldn’t, he just couldn’t. Then he was coming, and no one had even touched him but he was shooting what felt like his whole nervous system out his dick and it was hitting his damn chin and everything in between, balls almost aching with the pressure of it. He was probably moaning, he couldn’t really feel anything but this paralyzing numbness followed by a wave of euphoria so strong all he could do was breathe deeply through his nose and hope to hell he wasn’t going to pass out.
“You killed me.” He muttered weakly when Massu was undoing the straps on his wrists and kissing them softly.
“Told you so.” Was all he said with a faint smirk, and today’s lesson must have been ‘Masuda is the Einstein of sex’.
Title: One More Time
Pairing: Junno/Koyama
For: Amy
Koyama looked so beautiful above him like some sort of deity come to play, and it probably had more to do with hormones and the way that the light from the street light outside and painted the lines of his shoulders leading into his narrow hips, but it couldn’t dispel the effect. He should probably feel guilty, but it was hard to think thoughts of fire and brimstone repentance and all that when Koyama was so tight and hot inside, friction and a smooth glide so perfect that he’s panting and moaning in concert with Koyama.
”Koyama?” Voice pitched low and the other man jumped and blinked at him. Junno just smiled, the older man was so cute when he was all sleepy like that. “Am I bothering you?”
“Nope.” Koyama smiled at him, and Junno felt only the barest hint of guilt because he knew that Koyama’s affections were somewhere else, stuck on someone else, annoying.
“Want to come over to my house later? We could watch some movies.” They had never even made it through one movie, not in a month and a half. In fact ‘movies’ was code for hot gay sex. He watched the way Koyama frowned for a moment, hesitance obvious but that was what he liked so much about Koyama that he couldn’t hide a damn thing. His honesty was his gift and Junno craved his moans and gasps like he craved French vanilla ice cream. Then there was the point where he should have backed down and bowed out gracefully but he wasn’t ready. It wasn’t game over yet, he had at least one more life to go, and he knew the trick now.
“...Yeah, sure.”
Koyama lifted himself, using straining thigh muscles and held steady by strong hands on his hips and Junno hissed at the drag and pull of Koyama’s skin against his. Friction sweet and thick, and pleasure all wrapped around each other rewiring his whole damn nervous system around his dick, binding him through sensation to the other man.
“Ah, Junno.” Koyama moaned low in his chest and it vibrated in the air between them. “Fuck.”
“Yeah.” He used his arms to left Koyama’s hips a bit and planting his feet pressed up and into him, wringing a strangled moan from the other man. Koyama had this almost drugged, blissed-out look on his face, like it was too much and not enough and Junno really fucking loved the way the other man couldn’t hide his reactions. It made him fell all-powerful and strangely protective all at once. Koyama collapsed against his chest when he let go of his hips, lips searching for his own, practically folding himself in half. Long fingers ran through his short hair and Junno groaned and ground his hips up, clever fingers massaging behind his ears, holding him in place so Koyama could eat at his mouth.
Junno knew he shouldn’t be doing this anymore, Koyama was in love with someone else, but his skin tasted so good, smooth and warm under his lips and tongue, teeth peeking out to worry at the bit of flesh on his shoulder that had just looked to appetizing.
“Ah, please.” Koyama moaned, sitting between his sprawled legs, head tilted back against his shoulder.
“I missed you, I was so lonely.” He knew that Koyama would never say no to that, and maybe it was a low blow to use that fact but he did need it. Couldn’t not have it.
“Of course.” Koyama melted against him and he hid his smile by finding another tasty looking patch of skin to maul.
“Roll over.” Junno bit at his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, so when Koyama nodded and hissed he felt the movement against his mouth. With him on top and Koyama looking so perfect under him everything felt so right again. It was them in the semi-darkness, smoothing out the edges and making the details seem unimportant.
‘I love you’ he said without another harsh kiss, and while he knew Koyama didn’t love him back, it was only a matter of time. Whoever said the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach was aiming a few inches too high.
Title: Sunday morning is every day for all I care
Pairing: Massu/Jin
For: Crys
The thing about Massu is that he was secretly the guru of sex, not just any sex, like karma-sutra oh god how do you bend that way-I just shot my brain out my dick sex. To say it was a bit surprising is to say the least.
“You’re new hair cut makes you look so damn young.” Jin bit out, his breath puffing against the smoothness of the curve of Massu’s shoulderand inhaling the simple smell of his laundry soap and deodorant. Massu just smiled and flicked his head, tossing the curly bits back before they settled into his eyes again. Devious eyes. Black glittering wells of perversion and all that is holy and dear to orgasms. Jin tried to hold out back when Massu made a pass at him, but really. Orgasms. Orgasms and karma sutra sex with someone that has a body like Massu and hips that fuck like he’s getting paid by the minute.
Freaky little minx of a man.
“You like it.” Massu’s smile is always the edge of ‘fuck me, fuck you’ and sunshine and daisies, it shouldn’t work but that was just him and he made it work. There were on a couch too short for Jin to spread out properly, so his head was cushioned on one arm rest and his still-booted feet were sticking off the other end. Perched above him, a cute bird and a snarling gargoyle, Massu held their bodies apart with strong hands pinning his chest to the cushions and ass probably sticking in the air so he was on his knees. Jin’s own hands were rubbing the smooth skin of his lower back; Massu’s body was always so warm, like he was burning up from the inside out.
“Yeah.” He hated it, but there wasn’t anything else to say when one of Massu’s hands found itself in his pants. Cute fingers and a palm too dry grabbing his dick and jerking it slowly. He rolled his hips into the friction groaning low in his chest hissing because Massu sat back on his thighs suddenly and pulled his pants down a few inches. He tossed his head again hair bouncing back into place, and Jin licked his lips, riveted on where Massu was undoing his own belt and pushing baggy cargo-pants down his slim hips. Oh yeah indeed.
Heat and weight smothering, pushing him into the couch and it was okay because Massu was straddling his hips and eating the groans straight from his mouth with a tongue that was just so devastating. He had no leverage like this, could barely use his shoulders to buck up and roll his hips again, Massu’s weight was more than enough to hold him in place. His dick was rubbing up against Massu’s and there was a little bit of lubrication from the leaking head, but it wasn’t enough, but Massu was sticking his hand where their mouths were swollen and wet and yeah, he was licking at salty fingers meeting Massu’s tongue in between the webbing, soft and hard all at once. Then, then, then, yes, the friction was perfect, small cute hands, conniving hands wrapped around his dick and pressing and pushing. Jin closed his eyes, blocking out hugely dilated eyes and stupid wavy hair. Massu knew just what to do, how to rub the still dry part of his hand over the head in tight little circles and rub his thumb, just a little too hard against the bundle of nerves just under the crown.
Later he would curse Massu to hide how embarrassingly quick orgasm was crashing through his system, shivering through his body in waves. He groaned and moaned, using every bit of leverage he had to thrust up into Massu’s weight to keep the waves crashing. Then it was finally over, Massu’s dick moving against his was almost too much, making a shivery feeling crawl through his tummy. Panted breaths against his mouth as Massu held himself with one hand on his chest. He opened his mouth to complain, maybe just shove the other man off when he reared back, and his white shirt brought out the flush on his face, tight thighs under the stretched fabric of his pants. One hand scrabbled on his tummy, smearing his own come all over the place and pushing his shirt up and out of the way. Warm splashed just under his navel and Jin watched with lazy interest, Massu’s hand still working his dick slowly, one last drop landing on his own dick. He just smiled, he could deal with dumb hair.
Title: Communication (for good relationships)
Pairing: Pin
Warning: Dirty talk
For: Vix
“You like it when I fuck you right?” YamaPi said it almost conversationally and Jin paused, blinked a few times and mentally rewound the last few minutes to try and figure out if that statement had any prompting at all, not finding anything.
“Yeah.” He agreed; because, well yeah. He liked it. YamaPi was curled into the one seat, leaving Jin to sprawl in the cradle of the arm of the couch; long legs spread akimbo with one knee bent and the other so his toes dug into the dark space between the cushions. He cut his eyes away from the muted commercials to look at his boyfriend but YamaPi wasn’t even looking at him, eyeing the tv with his usual disinterest.
“I like it too.” YamaPi cut his eyes towards him, and in that moment Jin wasn’t quite sure what to think, robot face doubled as a poker face and he still didn’t always understand the other man. “I like the noises you make when I make you take my dick.”
Jin would have choked if he’d been eating anything. “Really?”
“Yep.” YamaPi smiled softly. “You make this almost growling sound when I first press in, like you can’t wait to have it. Makes me so hot when you’re a slut for my cock.” He knew the sound YamaPi was talking about, in that moment where he could feel it there, thick and blunt and pressing against his ass and YamaPi was right, maybe it made him a slut but he fucking needed it, craved it enough to make him crazy, shoving his hips back and feeling it split him open. Couldn’t stop the way his throat closed around his breath and maybe it was a growl, caught somewhere just past a purr.
“You really love my cock.” YamaPi was rubbing absently at said appendage, and Jin watched the movement with narrowed eyes. He probably should have at least protested, he was a slut for no one, but now that he was thinking about it; his ass clenched imaging all that girth. “Love to ride it almost as much as you like it face down in the pillow, so as long as you get your ass pounded.”
Well that was just too far. “Who are you, what did you do with my YamaPi and what bad porn did you steal that from?”
“Just thinking out loud.” YamaPi smirked and Jin gaped at him. “I like to think about it at work.” He said, and flicking his pink tongue against full lips. “Do you?”
“Fuck you.” Jin hissed and he wasn’t so relaxed any more, blood rushing and pooling making his dick heavy, rising against his sweat pants. Neither of them cared that the commercial break was over and their show was still playing, just muted.
“I like that too.” YamaPi smiled, pressing his hips in a lazy rhythm against the flat of his palm. “Over the arm of the couch?” God, fuck, that would fold him so neatly in half leaving his ass open and welcoming.
“Yes.”
That robot mask was gone, YamaPi’s face a little dreamy and Jin could see it too, crystal clear in his mind’s eye, and he was speaking before he could stop to think about it. “You’d do that thing where you try to stay quiet, bite back the way you whimper and moan.” YamaPi twitched, what the hell, this was a lot more fun then he’d imagined. “You always bite your lip and it makes me want to fuck you harder.”
“Please.” YamaPi moaned in the air between them, hands gone down the front of his pants.
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Date: 2010-08-24 06:29 pm (UTC)which I could totally see btw.
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I totally had to google that. (I almost wish I hadn't as what I came up with was this. (www.viceland.com/int/v15n8/htdocs/ass-invaders-131.php))
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I feel like you just pick out all the dirty little things I love from my brain.
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Date: 2010-08-25 12:23 pm (UTC)Thanks you for reading! I'm happy you enjoyed it! :D
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