YamaPi/Koyama
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Angels Losing Sleep
Pairing: YamaPi/Koyama
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Mentions of semi-cross dressing, mentions of spanking, D/s themes, oral sex, plotlessness
Summary: A good secretary always gives you exactly what you need. YamaPi has the best one.
YamaPi knew logically they Koyama’s ass had to ache, he hadn’t hit hard enough to bruise but when he was done his palm stung and Koyama’s skin has flushed, deep red on the sparse curve to a delicate lighter pink on the edges. It had been hot to the touch, cut through by the two black stripes of Koyama’s garter belt. By that time Koyama was breathing fast and shallow, unable catch his breath, the corset too tight probably dizzy by now, but he hadn’t given the signal to stop. Still in the safe zone. Tangling his fingers in the delicate little laces in that ridiculous corset and using it to pull him back into each sharp thrust.
YamaPi’s dick jerked just thinking about last night bobbing in his loose hold, Koyama smirked at him, the pink of his mouth enticing. He looked different in a suit then he did when he was in YamaPi’s apartment naked and lazy. Or even like last night with a touch of make-up just enough to leave traces of it on YamaPi’s skin and pale pink boxers when Koyama rubbed his face all over his crotch while he had undressed him with single-minded determination. He ran his hands through Koyama’s hair and the other man made a soft annoyed sound. So of course YamaPi did it again, gathering some of the black strands between his fingers so he could hold his head steady as he pushed his hips up towards his face.
“Does sitting on your shoes hurt?” He asked; Koyama’s way-too-expensive loafers had to be digging into his ass the way he was sitting.
“A little.” Koyama admitted, demure, and he was never that demure unless it was on purpose. YamaPi was so fucked, it did work every damn time, Koyama pushed his head affectionately into the hand curved around the back of his skull. “I was still a little sore this morning.” Koyama purred, eyes going half lidded. They had closed a huge deal in the last week and in celebration YamaPi dressed Koyama up like the little slut he was and fucked him hard, spanked him and then fucked him again as the loosened corset slipped off his lean chest. It had been a long night leaving them both with bruises under their eyes as they stumbled back to work.
He smiled down at him, sliding his hand down to the curve of his cheek.
“It was good wasn’t it?” Not like he needed to ask, they had fallen asleep sticky and sore and blissfully worn out.
“Yes.” YamaPi let go of his hair so he could slide both his hands down, fingers curling under Koyama’s chin as the other man kneeled partially under his massive desk at the foot of his chair. He felt every inch the king on his throne with his willing subject kneeling in abject adoration. Well abject adoration was stretching it a little, but Koyama did so love his cock. It was enough to give any man an ego, something as pretty and intelligent willingly kneeling for him.
“Well, get on with it.” With a final brush of his thumb against Koyama’s bottom lip he put his hands on the arm rests and sunk down in the chair, spreading his legs as best he could, bringing his flushed dick to Koyama’s mouth. “Try not to get any on my pants this time.” He hissed as Koyama’s tongue touched the head, wet and soft and not enough. “I have a meeting later.”
“I know.” Koyama curled his hand around it, rising up a little on his knees and spread his other hand on YamaPi’s thigh to brace himself with.
The angle was wrong for watching and so YamaPi tipped his head back in his chair and imagined the way Koyama’s lips closed around the head, tongue pressing and probing every surface like the deepest dirtiest of kisses. The only word for Koyama’s blowjobs was elegant, the kittenish flicks of his tongue down under the head, neck angled just so to make it look graceful and effortless. When YamaPi gave blowjobs saliva slicked his chin and trickled down and Koyama arched and shivered and he gagged half the time when he tried to swallow, the unintentional scrape of his teeth making Koyama whimper and groan tugging at his hair as his thighs trembled.
“Yes.” YamaPi hissed, digging his heels into the carpet and pushing inside Koyama’s mouth past his soft lips and slick tongue. Koyama made a soft noise around him and moved his hands off of his thighs, an indication that he was still feeling in the zone from last night and content to let YamaPi do as he wanted with his body. “That’s good.” He moaned, bringing his hand back to Koyama’s head, his hair was stiff with whatever he put it in that morning and he gleefully destroyed the artful tousle with his fingers as he weaved his hand into the mess and used it to push Koyama down on his dick.
He had come so hard last night that he had almost felt something snap inside of him, he had to have broke some sort of land speed record. Koyama’s ass had been hot from the spanking and pressing into the cradle of his hips, make-up a sloppy mess of sweat and saliva, wet inside from his own come and still tight as he fucked him open pinned to the bed and gasping incoherently.
“When you are done I am going to put you over my desk and see if your ass is still red.” Koyama made a desperate little sound around him and YamaPi smirked. He was well aware the frosted glass of the door to his office wasn’t perfect and if he spread Koyama bare-assed along his desk then anyone walking by could tell that there was something going on inside. With his pants trapped around his thighs and the way he had slid down the chair his hips had a limited range of motion, it took a little experimentation but he managed to get a rhythm going pushing Koyama down to meet his shallow thrusts, the head of his cock flirting with the back of his secretary’s throat. “Are you jerking off under there?” YamaPi let out a faintly strangled chuckle when Koyama hummed affirmative.
Heat settled in his stomach, and still he refused to alter the pace, settling with the slow and nearly painful build of sensation crashing through his nervous system. His skin was heating up, beginning to feel tight around his chest and hips, the polyester covering of his office chair rubbing against his lower back where his shirt was riding up and his pants were riding down. Last night had been like a series of fireworks, nothing but bursts of heat almost too much to handle over and over, and this was just what he needed now; the lazy and yet inevitable burn of a fuse.
His own voice as rough and unfamiliar to his ears when he spoke; taking on an almost breathy tone. “We don’t have to stay late tonight,” and punctuated it with a sharp roll of his hips, stomach tightening with the resulting shock of pleasure. “After dinner I think I will spread you out on the bed.” The sheets were probably still stained from last night. There is something inordinately pleasing about destroying his expensive sheets with all manner of filth. “Hold you down and eat you out just the way you like it, messy and wet.”
Koyama moaned around him, his shoulders working obviously as he fucked his fist. God, Koyama was entirely incapable of staying quiet when YamaPi licked him, working his tongue inside him alongside his fingers. He’d beg and sob and promise the dirtiest things as he clawed at the sheets and tried to hold still as his body was wracked with fine tremors. With that visual he pushed Koyama’s head down, felt the moment he slipped past Koyama’s throat and held him there as it tightened around his dick as Koyama fought the urge to gag.
It tightened in his tummy painfully, spine trying to curl forward as the first licks of orgasm made his balls tightened. He pulled Koyama up, lips sliding wetly up his cock and that was it. He came with a soft grunt thighs taut as it tore through him relentlessly. He made a mess of Koyama’s mouth, the other man making a series of muffled sounds as he shivered under YamaPi’s hands trying to swallow without letting up the shivery pressure.
He held Koyama there until it physically hurt, sensitivity tripping over into pain as Koyama tried to suck everything clean out. Finally letting go with a pained hiss and Koyama was smiling at him, mouth bruised against his flushed cheeks. Sore. When he went back to his own desk there was no doubt about whom was fucking his face over his lunch break. He pressed his head to YamaPi’s leg, breath coming in hot puffs against the cotton of his trousers. Sated and amused he watched Koyama wiggle and pant shoulders shaking as he brought himself off. He came silently, mouth hanging in a wet, well used, perfectly little O as he shuddered through it.
He was breathing quickly against YamaPi’s leg, half under his desk and absently running his hands across YamaPi’s naked ankles where Koyama had wormed his fingers under the band of his socks. His dick was still hanging out of his pants and they probably looked ridiculous cuddling together like that.
“What do you want for dinner tonight?” YamaPi asked to break the sated silence between them, trying to flatten Koyama’s hair where it had taken the shape of his fingers and stood up on end.
“Whatever you want.” Koyama smiled at him. When Koyama stood it was with a grimace his knees popping audibly, one hand sticky, and traces of come on his slacks. He would need to sit there for the rest of the day like that.
“You made a mess anyways.” YamaPi noted absently. Koyama looked at his pants and shrugged wordlessly, looking more proud then annoyed with the stain.
“I’ll just stay sitting behind my desk.” He hummed.
“Oh no.” YamaPi said, handing him a tissue. “I want you to get me an espresso, you are going to walk all around the floor and show everyone what a good secretary you are.”
Koyama flushed, but he didn’t look put out about it. Not at all.
Pairing: YamaPi/Koyama
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Mentions of semi-cross dressing, mentions of spanking, D/s themes, oral sex, plotlessness
Summary: A good secretary always gives you exactly what you need. YamaPi has the best one.
YamaPi knew logically they Koyama’s ass had to ache, he hadn’t hit hard enough to bruise but when he was done his palm stung and Koyama’s skin has flushed, deep red on the sparse curve to a delicate lighter pink on the edges. It had been hot to the touch, cut through by the two black stripes of Koyama’s garter belt. By that time Koyama was breathing fast and shallow, unable catch his breath, the corset too tight probably dizzy by now, but he hadn’t given the signal to stop. Still in the safe zone. Tangling his fingers in the delicate little laces in that ridiculous corset and using it to pull him back into each sharp thrust.
YamaPi’s dick jerked just thinking about last night bobbing in his loose hold, Koyama smirked at him, the pink of his mouth enticing. He looked different in a suit then he did when he was in YamaPi’s apartment naked and lazy. Or even like last night with a touch of make-up just enough to leave traces of it on YamaPi’s skin and pale pink boxers when Koyama rubbed his face all over his crotch while he had undressed him with single-minded determination. He ran his hands through Koyama’s hair and the other man made a soft annoyed sound. So of course YamaPi did it again, gathering some of the black strands between his fingers so he could hold his head steady as he pushed his hips up towards his face.
“Does sitting on your shoes hurt?” He asked; Koyama’s way-too-expensive loafers had to be digging into his ass the way he was sitting.
“A little.” Koyama admitted, demure, and he was never that demure unless it was on purpose. YamaPi was so fucked, it did work every damn time, Koyama pushed his head affectionately into the hand curved around the back of his skull. “I was still a little sore this morning.” Koyama purred, eyes going half lidded. They had closed a huge deal in the last week and in celebration YamaPi dressed Koyama up like the little slut he was and fucked him hard, spanked him and then fucked him again as the loosened corset slipped off his lean chest. It had been a long night leaving them both with bruises under their eyes as they stumbled back to work.
He smiled down at him, sliding his hand down to the curve of his cheek.
“It was good wasn’t it?” Not like he needed to ask, they had fallen asleep sticky and sore and blissfully worn out.
“Yes.” YamaPi let go of his hair so he could slide both his hands down, fingers curling under Koyama’s chin as the other man kneeled partially under his massive desk at the foot of his chair. He felt every inch the king on his throne with his willing subject kneeling in abject adoration. Well abject adoration was stretching it a little, but Koyama did so love his cock. It was enough to give any man an ego, something as pretty and intelligent willingly kneeling for him.
“Well, get on with it.” With a final brush of his thumb against Koyama’s bottom lip he put his hands on the arm rests and sunk down in the chair, spreading his legs as best he could, bringing his flushed dick to Koyama’s mouth. “Try not to get any on my pants this time.” He hissed as Koyama’s tongue touched the head, wet and soft and not enough. “I have a meeting later.”
“I know.” Koyama curled his hand around it, rising up a little on his knees and spread his other hand on YamaPi’s thigh to brace himself with.
The angle was wrong for watching and so YamaPi tipped his head back in his chair and imagined the way Koyama’s lips closed around the head, tongue pressing and probing every surface like the deepest dirtiest of kisses. The only word for Koyama’s blowjobs was elegant, the kittenish flicks of his tongue down under the head, neck angled just so to make it look graceful and effortless. When YamaPi gave blowjobs saliva slicked his chin and trickled down and Koyama arched and shivered and he gagged half the time when he tried to swallow, the unintentional scrape of his teeth making Koyama whimper and groan tugging at his hair as his thighs trembled.
“Yes.” YamaPi hissed, digging his heels into the carpet and pushing inside Koyama’s mouth past his soft lips and slick tongue. Koyama made a soft noise around him and moved his hands off of his thighs, an indication that he was still feeling in the zone from last night and content to let YamaPi do as he wanted with his body. “That’s good.” He moaned, bringing his hand back to Koyama’s head, his hair was stiff with whatever he put it in that morning and he gleefully destroyed the artful tousle with his fingers as he weaved his hand into the mess and used it to push Koyama down on his dick.
He had come so hard last night that he had almost felt something snap inside of him, he had to have broke some sort of land speed record. Koyama’s ass had been hot from the spanking and pressing into the cradle of his hips, make-up a sloppy mess of sweat and saliva, wet inside from his own come and still tight as he fucked him open pinned to the bed and gasping incoherently.
“When you are done I am going to put you over my desk and see if your ass is still red.” Koyama made a desperate little sound around him and YamaPi smirked. He was well aware the frosted glass of the door to his office wasn’t perfect and if he spread Koyama bare-assed along his desk then anyone walking by could tell that there was something going on inside. With his pants trapped around his thighs and the way he had slid down the chair his hips had a limited range of motion, it took a little experimentation but he managed to get a rhythm going pushing Koyama down to meet his shallow thrusts, the head of his cock flirting with the back of his secretary’s throat. “Are you jerking off under there?” YamaPi let out a faintly strangled chuckle when Koyama hummed affirmative.
Heat settled in his stomach, and still he refused to alter the pace, settling with the slow and nearly painful build of sensation crashing through his nervous system. His skin was heating up, beginning to feel tight around his chest and hips, the polyester covering of his office chair rubbing against his lower back where his shirt was riding up and his pants were riding down. Last night had been like a series of fireworks, nothing but bursts of heat almost too much to handle over and over, and this was just what he needed now; the lazy and yet inevitable burn of a fuse.
His own voice as rough and unfamiliar to his ears when he spoke; taking on an almost breathy tone. “We don’t have to stay late tonight,” and punctuated it with a sharp roll of his hips, stomach tightening with the resulting shock of pleasure. “After dinner I think I will spread you out on the bed.” The sheets were probably still stained from last night. There is something inordinately pleasing about destroying his expensive sheets with all manner of filth. “Hold you down and eat you out just the way you like it, messy and wet.”
Koyama moaned around him, his shoulders working obviously as he fucked his fist. God, Koyama was entirely incapable of staying quiet when YamaPi licked him, working his tongue inside him alongside his fingers. He’d beg and sob and promise the dirtiest things as he clawed at the sheets and tried to hold still as his body was wracked with fine tremors. With that visual he pushed Koyama’s head down, felt the moment he slipped past Koyama’s throat and held him there as it tightened around his dick as Koyama fought the urge to gag.
It tightened in his tummy painfully, spine trying to curl forward as the first licks of orgasm made his balls tightened. He pulled Koyama up, lips sliding wetly up his cock and that was it. He came with a soft grunt thighs taut as it tore through him relentlessly. He made a mess of Koyama’s mouth, the other man making a series of muffled sounds as he shivered under YamaPi’s hands trying to swallow without letting up the shivery pressure.
He held Koyama there until it physically hurt, sensitivity tripping over into pain as Koyama tried to suck everything clean out. Finally letting go with a pained hiss and Koyama was smiling at him, mouth bruised against his flushed cheeks. Sore. When he went back to his own desk there was no doubt about whom was fucking his face over his lunch break. He pressed his head to YamaPi’s leg, breath coming in hot puffs against the cotton of his trousers. Sated and amused he watched Koyama wiggle and pant shoulders shaking as he brought himself off. He came silently, mouth hanging in a wet, well used, perfectly little O as he shuddered through it.
He was breathing quickly against YamaPi’s leg, half under his desk and absently running his hands across YamaPi’s naked ankles where Koyama had wormed his fingers under the band of his socks. His dick was still hanging out of his pants and they probably looked ridiculous cuddling together like that.
“What do you want for dinner tonight?” YamaPi asked to break the sated silence between them, trying to flatten Koyama’s hair where it had taken the shape of his fingers and stood up on end.
“Whatever you want.” Koyama smiled at him. When Koyama stood it was with a grimace his knees popping audibly, one hand sticky, and traces of come on his slacks. He would need to sit there for the rest of the day like that.
“You made a mess anyways.” YamaPi noted absently. Koyama looked at his pants and shrugged wordlessly, looking more proud then annoyed with the stain.
“I’ll just stay sitting behind my desk.” He hummed.
“Oh no.” YamaPi said, handing him a tissue. “I want you to get me an espresso, you are going to walk all around the floor and show everyone what a good secretary you are.”
Koyama flushed, but he didn’t look put out about it. Not at all.
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Date: 2010-12-16 11:49 pm (UTC)The line about eating him out had me drop-jawing in the pharmacy. MY GOD. *_*
Ilu forever.
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Date: 2010-12-17 12:46 am (UTC)Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed it!!
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Date: 2010-12-17 12:15 am (UTC)This is going to go down in fandom goddamned legend.
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Date: 2010-12-17 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-17 02:00 am (UTC)Gleeful destruction of Koyama's hair.
Trading off like it's an Olympic sport (and how with them getting off 3-4 times a day). There's just something really hot about how they're pretty equal about it all even though Pi seems (nominally) in charge. XD
Fuck. :D I've been wanting KoyaPi for ages. I love you right now.
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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Date: 2010-12-17 02:09 am (UTC)It was a special occasion XD I think 4 is about the limit for two days unless you really want to push it. But this is Pi, I'm sure he's got stamina in spades :| he is YamaPi. He probably just ~wills~ himself into it.
I do recall you saying something like this at some point. :3 and then you get KoyaPi! I'm pleased you liked it~ and thank you for the comment.
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Date: 2010-12-17 03:27 am (UTC)The were a few typos, just so you know. They weren't painful to the eye or anything really, I just thought I ought to let you know. I thoroughly enjoyed this regardless though.
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Date: 2010-12-17 03:43 pm (UTC)If you want to point some out I can go and fix it, I wrote this in like a few hours on no sleep and didn't run it by my beta, short little thing it was.
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Date: 2010-12-17 07:44 pm (UTC)"Last night had been like a serious of fireworks" Series of fireworks, right?
"He came with a soft grunt thighs taught as it tore through him relentlessly." Wrong "taught" unless it can be spelled multiple ways and I just only ever saw the one, which is entirely possible. I believe you wanted taut though.
I'm so glad you aren't one of those authors who gets offended over every little thing. I'm always worried that it'll come off wrong if I mention typos, which don't even have anything to do with the author's writing because everyone does it, and not all of them will be caught all the time.
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Date: 2010-12-17 08:57 pm (UTC)I appreciate it.
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Date: 2010-12-17 09:01 am (UTC)*nosebleed*
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Date: 2010-12-17 04:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-17 01:10 pm (UTC)Oh yeah, I want to add you in this journal too :)
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Date: 2010-12-17 05:01 pm (UTC)Go ahead~ I don't do anything but post fic here and try to remember to keep up my index and stuff like that.
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Date: 2010-12-17 05:00 pm (UTC)“Hold you down and eat you out just the way you like it, messy and wet.”
Koyama moaned around him, his shoulders working obviously as he fucked his fist. God, Koyama was entirely incapable of staying quiet when YamaPi licked him, working his tongue inside him alongside his fingers. He’d beg and sob and promise the dirtiest things as he clawed at the sheets and tried to hold still as his body was wracked with fine tremors.
0______0 Jaw on the desk.
Jezus, woman! This was so fucking hot. That just improved my work day by a Lot. ♥
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Date: 2010-12-17 05:06 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it, thank you for the comment!
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Date: 2010-12-17 05:08 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2010-12-17 08:53 pm (UTC)xD oh god, bad porn surprise attack. That would just be... interesting. I mean really.
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Date: 2010-12-17 06:58 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for writing it! *memsforever* ♥ :3
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Date: 2010-12-17 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-18 02:48 am (UTC)I was just missing KoyaPi and then THIS and dear lord it was hot and perfect and slutty!Koyama with Do-S!Pi asjmsdjksdmsd and office aksjasksdk *___*
“I want you to get me an espresso, you are going to walk all around the floor and show everyone what a good secretary you are.”
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Excuse my incoherency but it's totally and completely your fault *__* ♥
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Date: 2010-12-18 10:16 pm (UTC)Thank you very much for the comment!
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Date: 2010-12-24 04:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-24 05:13 am (UTC)Heee, thank you again, I am always striving to improve!
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Date: 2010-12-26 03:06 am (UTC):snorts: like it's his MIND he'd be putting to good use. XD but honestly, I knew I found Koyama sexy, but after the slew of Koyama/Ryo you've written I was basically awash in Koyama-porn. PORN. I can't even complain because the man is like walking sex on a stick, ADORABLE walking sex on a stick!!
...When I think of it that way it really is no surprise he's a Johnny's.
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Date: 2010-12-30 12:11 pm (UTC)thank you for sharing