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snoozing_kittenTitle: Kiss n’ Tell
Pairing: Koyama / YamaPi
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Rimming, slight D/s-y overtones.
Summary: Rather then bother with a plot, a continuation of my last plotless KoyaPi Angels loosing sleep (you don’t need to read that). YamaPi makes good on a promise he made to Koyama and a favour is returned.
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drphoenix who told me “KoyaPi rimming. AND GO.” Clearly doing my reading for mycology (the study of fungus for those of you not in the know) makes me hot.
“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.”
YamaPi didn’t even let him get undressed after dinner so Koyama was sweating clean through his expensive shirt, come-stained pants trapped around his thighs and not letting him spread his legs as shamelessly as he desperately wished to. Koyama wanted to hold himself open as he could get, spread his thighs, arch his back and push himself back against YamaPi’s hands on his ass. He wanted to beg and please with the curve of his spine and the cant of his hips.
“Please. Just do something.” Koyama wiggled and YamaPi dug the tips of his fingers in to keep his grip but mostly to keep Koyama still. His hands looked huge against the pale skin of Koyama skinny butt. “YamaPi.” Koyama whined pitifully, tugging at the sheets.
“This is still me time.” YamaPi laughed, using his grip to spread Koyama’s ass exposing him completely and Koyama made a soft strangled sound just melting under him. “Behave.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Koyama said, raising up on one elbow so he could twist and look at YamaPi over his shoulder, chewing on his bottom lip and giving YamaPi an imploring look. Obviously trying to look as slutty and fuckable as possible.
“Then you can wait a little longer.” YamaPi dipped his head and Koyama’s breath caught, but he only placed a wet smacking kiss on the flatness of the base of his spine. “I know you can.” Koyama sighed, letting himself flop against the bed.
YamaPi nosed along the faint ridges of his spine, letting his tongue flicker against the dimples low there on either side. They didn’t taste any different but they liked to tease him when Koyama wore those sinfully tight low-riding jeans. He licked the other one just to be fair. Koyama’s skin was so smooth tasted like sunshine all year-long; YamaPi followed the tan line with his thumbs and the barest scrape of his teeth. The paler skin didn’t actually taste or feel any different, but that wasn’t the point.
“Would you like me to tan naked?” Koyama groaned, pushing back since YamaPi had loosened his hold so free up his hands and, christ, he needed to tie Koyama down if he wanted him to stay still for more than a few moments. “It’d get rid of the tan lines.” He could imagine that too, Koyama all spread out on the balcony of YamaPi’s penthouse, completely naked and sprawled across the lawnchair like a sunbathing kitty, completely shameless in his nudity. There was no way he’d be able to focus on anything with Koyama dangling himself out there like a treat to be enjoyed all sun-warm naked skin and laughing eyes.
“You’d drive me insane.” Besides he liked the stark lines there because they were like his secret, no one else got to taste them and feel them but him. Like some sort of hidden love letter. Everyone else could hear Koyama’s voice, see his face, watch the curve of his mouth when he spoke and imagine sliding their cock in there. But the tan lines were for him and his balcony alone.
“You’d like that.” Koyama laughed, wiggling a little, like the cheeky little thing he was. “Having me naked all the time.”
“It would be like a buffet.” YamaPi agreed, rubbing the very base of his back with his fingers and watching the way Koyama’s muscles shifted when he did, tensing and bunching softly.
Koyama laughed, and the sound cut off with a stutter when YamaPi licked down his crack, not quite going where he wanted it but closer. He bit down softly on the left cheek and Koyama squeaked, hips jolting away from him instinctively and YamaPi laughed, rubbing his thumb over the slight pink mark his teeth had left. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” He confessed.
“Bite my bum?” It sounded a lot less sexy when Koyama said it that way.
“Yeah, something like that.” YamaPi murmured, nosing his way down and forcing Koyama’s hips higher so he could just wiggle his fingers between his legs and find that hidden spot just behind his balls that made Koyama’s hips jolt and draw out a shameless moan. Koyama usually misses that point, but he’d happy enough to indulge YamaPi’s obsession with keeping him, for marking him up and showing him off afterwards. Every time they fuck it’s like a brand, like he’s rubbing himself all over Koyama desperately like he could leave a piece of himself there. And Koyama, Koyama was just plain greedy for his affection so he spread his thighs and let him do whatever he wanted with miles of smooth tanned skin.
He pressed against the taught little stretch of skin behind his balls a little harder and Koyama’s moans went breathy, pushing himself back into the sensation like he couldn’t get enough. YamaPi knew what it felt like, like little fireworks in your stomach, short bursts of pleasure that was just on the right side of too much.
“Come on YamaPi. I want you to lick me open. Get me all wet.” Koyama’s voice was smooth and low, heavy in all the right ways. Tone caught up somewhere between begging and demanding.
“We’re doing this on my schedule.” Koyama whined, and he didn’t need to see the pout to imagine it. “I had this fantasy once.” The corset had been Koyama’s fantasy, feeling too-pretty and making YamaPi crazy with skin and lace until he’d had no choice but to pin him down and fuck him out.
“Yeah?” Koyama twitched, and YamaPi pulled back so he could work off Koyama’s slacks, leaving behind the cashmere grey socks which matched down to the shade the tie he had been wearing that day.
“That I can make you come with just my fingers and tongue.” He mouthed up the curve his time, tracing the soft edges where Koyama’s thighs met his ass with just the edges of his blunt nails.
“God.” Koyama breathed, voice pulled taught. Koyama cried when YamaPi would push him too far, woke up one morning to find Koyama in the shower and brought him off with his hand as a good morning. Then he didn’t let up, playing with slick skin, rubbing the foreskin between his fingers until Koyama was shaking apart breathing a stuttered mess of the humid air in the bathroom. The water streaming down his face tasted like salt, it had to hurt, too-sensitive but the blood was rushing and moving, pulsing through his dick, and YamaPi wouldn’t let up. They’ve been fucking like it was the end of the world for two days now, and it would take Koyama forever to come on just his tongue and fingers, and he was seriously contemplating it.
Koyama’s hole was a tight clench of pink, the sight of it never failed to get a rise out of him. It looked so small, like he’d never get his fingers in there let alone his cock. Spreading him open with his thumbs, Koyama hissed something that was too muffled by the pillow for him to understand.
Enough with the teasing, he had promised after all.
YamaPi licked over it, not pushing in at all and Koyama whined, low and deep in his chest. So he did it again and again until the whines had broken up with tiny gasps. He could feel it relaxing under his tongue already, like Koyama couldn’t wait to get it inside of him. The texture was smooth here, and the taste was salt mostly. It was another one of those little things that was just for him. Well not really just him, Koyama loved this.
“YamaPi.” Koyama groaned. “Please just do it. Eat me out, I want it.”
YamaPi hummed and Koyama’s voice rose sharply, breaking and scattering over whatever he was going to say next. When he did finally lick into him he forced his tongue deeper, forcing Koyama to stretch around it and Koyama groaned loudly, pushing himself into the stretch.
“Greedy.” YamaPi muttered between flicking licks around the rim.
“Yes. Fuck yes. I’m greedy, I want it, eat me out until I’m dripping for your dick. Please please please.”
YamaPi groaned; digging his fingers into Koyama’s ass and making him spread wider for his tongue. His dick was jerking against his own slacks, hot and hard and just as greedy for Koyama as the rest of him.
“Hold yourself open for me.” Koyama flopped forwards a little, lining up so his face wasn’t pressed into the pillow quite so badly, leaning his weight on his shoulders so he could reach back and hold himself open for YamaPi.
He kissed the ends of Koyama’s fingers in a silent ‘thank you darling’. Before getting back to where Koyama really wanted him. The muscle fluttered around him, straining to relax and YamaPi couldn’t help but smile, trying to lap in deeper and deeper. Koyama was making sounds like he was choking on air, stuttering gasps that cut out intermittently when YamaPi would manage to press deeper still. When he scraped his teeth along the edge of the loosened rim Koyama made a sound soft and sweet, like he couldn’t keep it inside.
“Good?”
“Yes.” The word was half lost to the pillow, like the rest of his obscene mumblings.
He slid in one of his fingers and it just ate it up, Koyama was so loose that he hardly had to push at all. Just watch it disappear inside, feel the silky heat that held him tight. Licking around the stretch he could angle everything just right so that his tongue was slipping inside too and Koyama was spitting out curses. He twitched and strained, lifting his ass higher but totally unable to get any leverage trapped the way he was.
Two fingers next and Koyama was whining and begging and shaking from trying to pushing himself back for more and YamaPi’s jaw was tired.
His chin and throat were wet with his own saliva when he rolled a shaking Koyama over. His tan was ruddy with flush, spreading down across his chest, he looked desperate, writhing and moaning on the sheets, eyes dark and pleading. A little slick and he was sliding into Koyama and Koyama just took it arching his back and groaning like it was being ripped out of him.
YamaPi couldn’t help it, he fucked him fast and furious, pushing Koyama’s legs up to his shoulders so that he could press even deeper. He was breathing against Koyama’s cheek, feeling his own orgasm curling tighter in his stomach. Koyama’s lips searched his out and his tongue twisted into his mouth and YamaPi pulled away a bit. “That’s gross.” He huffed and Koyama laughed breathily.
“That can’t be the filthiest thing we’ve done.” Well it really wasn’t so YamaPi kissed him hard, digging his fingers into Koyama’s thighs. Koyama’s dress shirt was probably absolutely ruined by now, and YamaPi hadn’t bothered to do anything but push his pants out of the way, and his tie was dragging across Koyama’s chest. Koyama came all over with a desperate little sound shivering and tights twitching hard against his hands.
YamaPi couldn’t bother to be annoyed about the tie, Koyama’s ass was tight and hot and clenching tight around him, and he pushed in deeper, harder faster. YamaPi leaned down to kiss Koyama hard as he let it wash over him in shivery waves. He came and he came and filled Koyama up.
Koyama kicked him in the thigh until he pulled out so that Koyama could stretch out after being twisted all pretzel-like for him.
“Roll over.” YamaPi’s voice was rough and Koyama just looked at him for a moment before he sort of shrugged with his lips and rolled over, tucking his knees under him so he could lift his ass for YamaPi’s expression.
He was loose and open and all slick with spit and lube. Shiny and sore-looking red. Perfect.
“You gonna clean that up?”
Pairing: Koyama / YamaPi
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Rimming, slight D/s-y overtones.
Summary: Rather then bother with a plot, a continuation of my last plotless KoyaPi Angels loosing sleep (you don’t need to read that). YamaPi makes good on a promise he made to Koyama and a favour is returned.
Notes: I blame several people and twitter for this, mostly
drphoenix who told me “KoyaPi rimming. AND GO.” Clearly doing my reading for mycology (the study of fungus for those of you not in the know) makes me hot. “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.”
YamaPi didn’t even let him get undressed after dinner so Koyama was sweating clean through his expensive shirt, come-stained pants trapped around his thighs and not letting him spread his legs as shamelessly as he desperately wished to. Koyama wanted to hold himself open as he could get, spread his thighs, arch his back and push himself back against YamaPi’s hands on his ass. He wanted to beg and please with the curve of his spine and the cant of his hips.
“Please. Just do something.” Koyama wiggled and YamaPi dug the tips of his fingers in to keep his grip but mostly to keep Koyama still. His hands looked huge against the pale skin of Koyama skinny butt. “YamaPi.” Koyama whined pitifully, tugging at the sheets.
“This is still me time.” YamaPi laughed, using his grip to spread Koyama’s ass exposing him completely and Koyama made a soft strangled sound just melting under him. “Behave.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Koyama said, raising up on one elbow so he could twist and look at YamaPi over his shoulder, chewing on his bottom lip and giving YamaPi an imploring look. Obviously trying to look as slutty and fuckable as possible.
“Then you can wait a little longer.” YamaPi dipped his head and Koyama’s breath caught, but he only placed a wet smacking kiss on the flatness of the base of his spine. “I know you can.” Koyama sighed, letting himself flop against the bed.
YamaPi nosed along the faint ridges of his spine, letting his tongue flicker against the dimples low there on either side. They didn’t taste any different but they liked to tease him when Koyama wore those sinfully tight low-riding jeans. He licked the other one just to be fair. Koyama’s skin was so smooth tasted like sunshine all year-long; YamaPi followed the tan line with his thumbs and the barest scrape of his teeth. The paler skin didn’t actually taste or feel any different, but that wasn’t the point.
“Would you like me to tan naked?” Koyama groaned, pushing back since YamaPi had loosened his hold so free up his hands and, christ, he needed to tie Koyama down if he wanted him to stay still for more than a few moments. “It’d get rid of the tan lines.” He could imagine that too, Koyama all spread out on the balcony of YamaPi’s penthouse, completely naked and sprawled across the lawnchair like a sunbathing kitty, completely shameless in his nudity. There was no way he’d be able to focus on anything with Koyama dangling himself out there like a treat to be enjoyed all sun-warm naked skin and laughing eyes.
“You’d drive me insane.” Besides he liked the stark lines there because they were like his secret, no one else got to taste them and feel them but him. Like some sort of hidden love letter. Everyone else could hear Koyama’s voice, see his face, watch the curve of his mouth when he spoke and imagine sliding their cock in there. But the tan lines were for him and his balcony alone.
“You’d like that.” Koyama laughed, wiggling a little, like the cheeky little thing he was. “Having me naked all the time.”
“It would be like a buffet.” YamaPi agreed, rubbing the very base of his back with his fingers and watching the way Koyama’s muscles shifted when he did, tensing and bunching softly.
Koyama laughed, and the sound cut off with a stutter when YamaPi licked down his crack, not quite going where he wanted it but closer. He bit down softly on the left cheek and Koyama squeaked, hips jolting away from him instinctively and YamaPi laughed, rubbing his thumb over the slight pink mark his teeth had left. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” He confessed.
“Bite my bum?” It sounded a lot less sexy when Koyama said it that way.
“Yeah, something like that.” YamaPi murmured, nosing his way down and forcing Koyama’s hips higher so he could just wiggle his fingers between his legs and find that hidden spot just behind his balls that made Koyama’s hips jolt and draw out a shameless moan. Koyama usually misses that point, but he’d happy enough to indulge YamaPi’s obsession with keeping him, for marking him up and showing him off afterwards. Every time they fuck it’s like a brand, like he’s rubbing himself all over Koyama desperately like he could leave a piece of himself there. And Koyama, Koyama was just plain greedy for his affection so he spread his thighs and let him do whatever he wanted with miles of smooth tanned skin.
He pressed against the taught little stretch of skin behind his balls a little harder and Koyama’s moans went breathy, pushing himself back into the sensation like he couldn’t get enough. YamaPi knew what it felt like, like little fireworks in your stomach, short bursts of pleasure that was just on the right side of too much.
“Come on YamaPi. I want you to lick me open. Get me all wet.” Koyama’s voice was smooth and low, heavy in all the right ways. Tone caught up somewhere between begging and demanding.
“We’re doing this on my schedule.” Koyama whined, and he didn’t need to see the pout to imagine it. “I had this fantasy once.” The corset had been Koyama’s fantasy, feeling too-pretty and making YamaPi crazy with skin and lace until he’d had no choice but to pin him down and fuck him out.
“Yeah?” Koyama twitched, and YamaPi pulled back so he could work off Koyama’s slacks, leaving behind the cashmere grey socks which matched down to the shade the tie he had been wearing that day.
“That I can make you come with just my fingers and tongue.” He mouthed up the curve his time, tracing the soft edges where Koyama’s thighs met his ass with just the edges of his blunt nails.
“God.” Koyama breathed, voice pulled taught. Koyama cried when YamaPi would push him too far, woke up one morning to find Koyama in the shower and brought him off with his hand as a good morning. Then he didn’t let up, playing with slick skin, rubbing the foreskin between his fingers until Koyama was shaking apart breathing a stuttered mess of the humid air in the bathroom. The water streaming down his face tasted like salt, it had to hurt, too-sensitive but the blood was rushing and moving, pulsing through his dick, and YamaPi wouldn’t let up. They’ve been fucking like it was the end of the world for two days now, and it would take Koyama forever to come on just his tongue and fingers, and he was seriously contemplating it.
Koyama’s hole was a tight clench of pink, the sight of it never failed to get a rise out of him. It looked so small, like he’d never get his fingers in there let alone his cock. Spreading him open with his thumbs, Koyama hissed something that was too muffled by the pillow for him to understand.
Enough with the teasing, he had promised after all.
YamaPi licked over it, not pushing in at all and Koyama whined, low and deep in his chest. So he did it again and again until the whines had broken up with tiny gasps. He could feel it relaxing under his tongue already, like Koyama couldn’t wait to get it inside of him. The texture was smooth here, and the taste was salt mostly. It was another one of those little things that was just for him. Well not really just him, Koyama loved this.
“YamaPi.” Koyama groaned. “Please just do it. Eat me out, I want it.”
YamaPi hummed and Koyama’s voice rose sharply, breaking and scattering over whatever he was going to say next. When he did finally lick into him he forced his tongue deeper, forcing Koyama to stretch around it and Koyama groaned loudly, pushing himself into the stretch.
“Greedy.” YamaPi muttered between flicking licks around the rim.
“Yes. Fuck yes. I’m greedy, I want it, eat me out until I’m dripping for your dick. Please please please.”
YamaPi groaned; digging his fingers into Koyama’s ass and making him spread wider for his tongue. His dick was jerking against his own slacks, hot and hard and just as greedy for Koyama as the rest of him.
“Hold yourself open for me.” Koyama flopped forwards a little, lining up so his face wasn’t pressed into the pillow quite so badly, leaning his weight on his shoulders so he could reach back and hold himself open for YamaPi.
He kissed the ends of Koyama’s fingers in a silent ‘thank you darling’. Before getting back to where Koyama really wanted him. The muscle fluttered around him, straining to relax and YamaPi couldn’t help but smile, trying to lap in deeper and deeper. Koyama was making sounds like he was choking on air, stuttering gasps that cut out intermittently when YamaPi would manage to press deeper still. When he scraped his teeth along the edge of the loosened rim Koyama made a sound soft and sweet, like he couldn’t keep it inside.
“Good?”
“Yes.” The word was half lost to the pillow, like the rest of his obscene mumblings.
He slid in one of his fingers and it just ate it up, Koyama was so loose that he hardly had to push at all. Just watch it disappear inside, feel the silky heat that held him tight. Licking around the stretch he could angle everything just right so that his tongue was slipping inside too and Koyama was spitting out curses. He twitched and strained, lifting his ass higher but totally unable to get any leverage trapped the way he was.
Two fingers next and Koyama was whining and begging and shaking from trying to pushing himself back for more and YamaPi’s jaw was tired.
His chin and throat were wet with his own saliva when he rolled a shaking Koyama over. His tan was ruddy with flush, spreading down across his chest, he looked desperate, writhing and moaning on the sheets, eyes dark and pleading. A little slick and he was sliding into Koyama and Koyama just took it arching his back and groaning like it was being ripped out of him.
YamaPi couldn’t help it, he fucked him fast and furious, pushing Koyama’s legs up to his shoulders so that he could press even deeper. He was breathing against Koyama’s cheek, feeling his own orgasm curling tighter in his stomach. Koyama’s lips searched his out and his tongue twisted into his mouth and YamaPi pulled away a bit. “That’s gross.” He huffed and Koyama laughed breathily.
“That can’t be the filthiest thing we’ve done.” Well it really wasn’t so YamaPi kissed him hard, digging his fingers into Koyama’s thighs. Koyama’s dress shirt was probably absolutely ruined by now, and YamaPi hadn’t bothered to do anything but push his pants out of the way, and his tie was dragging across Koyama’s chest. Koyama came all over with a desperate little sound shivering and tights twitching hard against his hands.
YamaPi couldn’t bother to be annoyed about the tie, Koyama’s ass was tight and hot and clenching tight around him, and he pushed in deeper, harder faster. YamaPi leaned down to kiss Koyama hard as he let it wash over him in shivery waves. He came and he came and filled Koyama up.
Koyama kicked him in the thigh until he pulled out so that Koyama could stretch out after being twisted all pretzel-like for him.
“Roll over.” YamaPi’s voice was rough and Koyama just looked at him for a moment before he sort of shrugged with his lips and rolled over, tucking his knees under him so he could lift his ass for YamaPi’s expression.
He was loose and open and all slick with spit and lube. Shiny and sore-looking red. Perfect.
“You gonna clean that up?”
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Date: 2011-01-24 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-24 09:07 pm (UTC)I just... asdgjadfgag. totally incoherent. Awesome.
Let me know next time you're studying for mycology, lovely, I've got a few suggestions. ;)
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Date: 2011-01-24 10:46 pm (UTC)a;lkf'lsdka;sd thank you so much. ♥♥♥
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Date: 2011-01-26 05:21 am (UTC)He could imagine that too, Koyama all spread out on the balcony of YamaPi’s penthouse, completely naked and sprawled across the lawnchair like a sunbathing kitty, completely shameless in his nudity.
Seriously. Best mental image ALL YEAR. *drools*
“That can’t be the filthiest thing we’ve done.”
I'm absolutely sure that it isn't. XD
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Date: 2011-01-29 09:29 am (UTC)