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[ YST : Ryo/Touma/Seiji : #28 + 29 : Waking Dream ]
Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers
Title: Waking Dream
Author: Trahn
Prompt(s): Snow's Theme, no.s 28 (double teamed) and 29 (sober).
Pairing/Characters: Sanada Ryo / Hashiba Touma / Date Seiji
Rating: NC-17!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDER 18!! (smut, sex, and did I mention there are hot guys banging each other? THERE ARE!)
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: A little PWP experiment. My very first smutfic - that's right, I've never written a detailed sex scene by myself in my life. Be kind.
That's right, this is ~1,600 words of pure smut. Ryo/Touma/Seiji smut. Love the OT3 or hate it, you've gotta admit, this is hot stuff! :P
That's when the puzzle was finally pieced
we compromised until our bodies seized
To some we seem like colder creatures, well
we were warm until we went to hell
-- The Hush Sound, "Hourglass"
He had to be dreaming. Had to be. It was one hell of a sweet dream, but this sort of thing just didn't happen when he was awake. Coming into awareness with warm kisses being pressed to his neck and chest (where had his shirt gone?), fingers still warmer brushing over his cloth-covered thighs, warm presence on either side of him, very warm. He didn't know what had happened to the comforter he had huddled down under the night before when he'd finally had enough alcohol to be thoroughly exhausted, lulled to sleep by the sounds of Shuu's off-key karaoke. He wasn't entirely sure he cared. He was plenty warm at the moment.
It took him a little under a minute to realize that the person kissing his neck was not the same one making designs with their hands on his boxers. He still hadn't opened his eyes, not wanting this to disappear - he knew who it had to be touching him, that it was his friends, and that he wanted this very much. He wondered if he had done something ridiculous the night before, let them know, but no, no, this was a dream. Had to be a dream, the cool warmth of Seiji's fingers on his cheek, lips and tongue and teeth oh god on his throat, Ryo's fingers burning a design he couldn't place on his thighs, dangerously close, tongue on his chest, bodies pressed against his.
The hand that slipped under the waistband of his boxers, cool in counterpoint to the warmer one tracing circles on his thigh, made him open his eyes with a start. He heard/felt a chuckle against his neck, Seiji's rare quiet laugh that he was so used to, but which sounded so out of place in this new context. He didn't even realize that he was making soft, half-moaning sounds at the touches, so close and he needed them closer, too lost in what was going on that he didn't quite understand all the way. He understood better when his boxers were tugged off of him entirely, exposing his arousal.
He noticed, at that point, that the warm somebodies on either side of him weren't wearing any clothes, either. With his eyes open now, he could see their nakedness, as warm as he was, Seiji even paler than he was, Ryo several shades darker, contrast like shadows on snow. He almost jumped when Seiji's hand closed over him, and had to bite back a cry at the feeling, hips arching almost unconsciously towards it.
"Ah, you woke up." He wondered how on earth Seiji maintained that kind of control when he could feel the blonde's sex pressing against his leg, as hard as he was, but Seiji's voice was utterly calm, violet-gray eyes meeting wide, surprised navy. He couldn't help thinking that Seiji had really nice eyes, until his thoughts were stolen by the fingers around his arousal, light swift motions that left him without thought, barely breathing except what quick snatches of air he could find.
He shifted slightly, or was shifted, he couldn't tell, turning towards Seiji, arm grasping around the blonde's waist for stability. He still felt woozy and a little dizzy, whether from the alcohol last night or the wake-up call just then he couldn't tell. He bit his lip again to keep the moans in, until Seiji claimed them with his own, a passionate long kiss he had never thought would belong to Seiji, had never imagined.
The abrupt, odd sensation behind him, fingers in a place he'd never been touched before, massaging muscles he wasn't even sure he knew, reminded him of Ryo's presence, and he groaned against Seiji's mouth, feeling Ryo bite new bruises along the back of his neck, his shoulder, his spine. The pain only accentuated the pleasure, bringing him ever so close... until Seiji abruptly stopped touching him.
Ryo's fingers - where he had found lube he would never be sure, maybe he had brought it with him - were deep inside him, and Seiji's hand on him, but neither was moving and oh, god, he needed it, whimpering in a way he didn't think sounded entirely like him, his hand moving around Seiji's waist, to his sex, trying to coax new touches out of him.
"Touma," Ryo's voice, hot breath against the back of his neck. "Is this what you want?" How like him to ask that, when already he was hard and wanting, hand on Seiji's dick, Ryo's fingers inside him and god, why did he even bother asking? He almost laughed, surprising both of them, Seiji raising an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, yeah, it is," he said quickly, breathlessly, feeling Ryo pull back his hand, leaving him empty, Seiji reaching a hand across. Ryo's soft moan told him exactly what Seiji was doing, and he tried to urge the blonde on by stroking him more urgently. Moments that felt too long later, the pale hand returned to him, light touches that were almost like torture on his hot skin, Seiji's hand damp and slick with massage oil that smelled like rain and herbs pressing over his heat, light touches that weren't designed to bring him to climax - just make him want it.
Seiji kissed him again, then, deeply, tongue and teeth and rougher than before, smothering his cries when Ryo pushed into him from behind, for real this time, hot and hurting and oh, god, what-- groaning as he felt himself stretched what felt like too far; he'd never felt this before, and he bit Seiji's lip before he realized what he was doing, holding on to the blonde's erection almost too tightly. But Seiji didn't lose control - he had never seen him lose control, and now was no exception to the rule - his slow steady strokes, off hand in blue hair, lips on his cheek and chin and lips calmed him, even feeling Ryo still inside, the heat tight around Rekka.
"God, Touma..." Ryo's voice had an edge to it he had never heard before, strong dark arms around him keeping him close, legs tangling with his, the leader's lips on his neck again, like a hungry beast that couldn't get enough, biting and kissing, like the tiger that was his pet. Beginning to move inside of him, out and in, slow thrusts that were gentle and strong and made him comfortable enough to want more, hearing Ryo's soft groans and not realizing the same sounds were issuing from his own lips, his mouth that Seiji had relinquished in favor of his chest.
As Ryo's thrusts became more urgent, Seiji found a faster pace in his strokes, and it was nearly too much for him to comprehend, that feeling of being filled mixed with Seiji's hand on him, tried to find words and could hardly find thought. Remembering Seiji's sex in his hand, stroking and hearing the moans the blonde had been holding back before. He must have done something at the party the night before, said something, to cause this, and he was infinitely glad that he had, even if he couldn't quite remember what.
He came first, Seiji following not long after with a short breathless cry against his shoulder that he hadn't expected. Ryo took another few strokes, needing/wanting to feel more of that heat before he climaxed, his grip on the archer tightening when he did, pulling him as close as he could without pulling him out of Seiji's reach.
Lying together like that, Seiji's hand still in his hair, Ryo still inside of him... somehow it felt more natural than he thought it should. But it was very difficult to think at all, his head swimming from the aftereffects of night-old liquor and the foggy afterglow of sex, the loss of virginity and all the crazy feelings that came with it. He felt Ryo pull out, shift so that he was embracing him again, one hand on Seiji's shoulder over Touma. Seiji's small smile was warm as the sun through the windowshades.
"Did you like that?" Seiji's tone was very near to teasing, hovering on the edge of amusement, his lips brushing against Touma's lightly, a dusting of a kiss. An odd counter to their thoroughly erotic coupling just moments before.
"Y-yes." He wouldn't lie, nodding, the action dislodging Seiji's hand from his head to his neck, feeling the bitemarks and bruises Ryo had left there. "I did."
"Good, 'cause that's what you kept trying to get me to do last night," Ryo revealed, and Touma could feel his grin against his shoulder, humor in his voice along with the dusky remains of his ecstacy.
"I don't remember," he admitted, with a sheepish sort of smile. It was interesting how much sex could change things, and yet how much it didn't.
"Well, you were very drunk," Seiji replied, leaning over his shoulder to kiss Ryo briefly, as if in thanks, Touma watching, absorbing the image to remember later. When the blonde pulled back, he added mildly, "We didn't want to do anything until you were sober, though."
"Wha... why?" Confused. If they just wanted to have sex with him, why..?
"'Cause we figured if you didn't freak out, there was a better chance of repeat performances if we tried it when you were really conscious," Ryo told him, smirking, leaning up to kiss the blue-haired Trooper.
"R-Repeat.." He almost couldn't believe his ears. He had thought for sure that this was a one-time thing, sex for whatever reason that he didn't entirely understand. Seiji chuckled at his confusion, and Ryo laughed outright, fingers trailing up Touma's pale chest.
"Well, we aren't gonna let you go," their leader informed him, and Touma was very, very glad for the clarification.
Title: Waking Dream
Author: Trahn
Prompt(s): Snow's Theme, no.s 28 (double teamed) and 29 (sober).
Pairing/Characters: Sanada Ryo / Hashiba Touma / Date Seiji
Rating: NC-17!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDER 18!! (smut, sex, and did I mention there are hot guys banging each other? THERE ARE!)
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: A little PWP experiment. My very first smutfic - that's right, I've never written a detailed sex scene by myself in my life. Be kind.
That's right, this is ~1,600 words of pure smut. Ryo/Touma/Seiji smut. Love the OT3 or hate it, you've gotta admit, this is hot stuff! :P
That's when the puzzle was finally pieced
we compromised until our bodies seized
To some we seem like colder creatures, well
we were warm until we went to hell
-- The Hush Sound, "Hourglass"
He had to be dreaming. Had to be. It was one hell of a sweet dream, but this sort of thing just didn't happen when he was awake. Coming into awareness with warm kisses being pressed to his neck and chest (where had his shirt gone?), fingers still warmer brushing over his cloth-covered thighs, warm presence on either side of him, very warm. He didn't know what had happened to the comforter he had huddled down under the night before when he'd finally had enough alcohol to be thoroughly exhausted, lulled to sleep by the sounds of Shuu's off-key karaoke. He wasn't entirely sure he cared. He was plenty warm at the moment.
It took him a little under a minute to realize that the person kissing his neck was not the same one making designs with their hands on his boxers. He still hadn't opened his eyes, not wanting this to disappear - he knew who it had to be touching him, that it was his friends, and that he wanted this very much. He wondered if he had done something ridiculous the night before, let them know, but no, no, this was a dream. Had to be a dream, the cool warmth of Seiji's fingers on his cheek, lips and tongue and teeth oh god on his throat, Ryo's fingers burning a design he couldn't place on his thighs, dangerously close, tongue on his chest, bodies pressed against his.
The hand that slipped under the waistband of his boxers, cool in counterpoint to the warmer one tracing circles on his thigh, made him open his eyes with a start. He heard/felt a chuckle against his neck, Seiji's rare quiet laugh that he was so used to, but which sounded so out of place in this new context. He didn't even realize that he was making soft, half-moaning sounds at the touches, so close and he needed them closer, too lost in what was going on that he didn't quite understand all the way. He understood better when his boxers were tugged off of him entirely, exposing his arousal.
He noticed, at that point, that the warm somebodies on either side of him weren't wearing any clothes, either. With his eyes open now, he could see their nakedness, as warm as he was, Seiji even paler than he was, Ryo several shades darker, contrast like shadows on snow. He almost jumped when Seiji's hand closed over him, and had to bite back a cry at the feeling, hips arching almost unconsciously towards it.
"Ah, you woke up." He wondered how on earth Seiji maintained that kind of control when he could feel the blonde's sex pressing against his leg, as hard as he was, but Seiji's voice was utterly calm, violet-gray eyes meeting wide, surprised navy. He couldn't help thinking that Seiji had really nice eyes, until his thoughts were stolen by the fingers around his arousal, light swift motions that left him without thought, barely breathing except what quick snatches of air he could find.
He shifted slightly, or was shifted, he couldn't tell, turning towards Seiji, arm grasping around the blonde's waist for stability. He still felt woozy and a little dizzy, whether from the alcohol last night or the wake-up call just then he couldn't tell. He bit his lip again to keep the moans in, until Seiji claimed them with his own, a passionate long kiss he had never thought would belong to Seiji, had never imagined.
The abrupt, odd sensation behind him, fingers in a place he'd never been touched before, massaging muscles he wasn't even sure he knew, reminded him of Ryo's presence, and he groaned against Seiji's mouth, feeling Ryo bite new bruises along the back of his neck, his shoulder, his spine. The pain only accentuated the pleasure, bringing him ever so close... until Seiji abruptly stopped touching him.
Ryo's fingers - where he had found lube he would never be sure, maybe he had brought it with him - were deep inside him, and Seiji's hand on him, but neither was moving and oh, god, he needed it, whimpering in a way he didn't think sounded entirely like him, his hand moving around Seiji's waist, to his sex, trying to coax new touches out of him.
"Touma," Ryo's voice, hot breath against the back of his neck. "Is this what you want?" How like him to ask that, when already he was hard and wanting, hand on Seiji's dick, Ryo's fingers inside him and god, why did he even bother asking? He almost laughed, surprising both of them, Seiji raising an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, yeah, it is," he said quickly, breathlessly, feeling Ryo pull back his hand, leaving him empty, Seiji reaching a hand across. Ryo's soft moan told him exactly what Seiji was doing, and he tried to urge the blonde on by stroking him more urgently. Moments that felt too long later, the pale hand returned to him, light touches that were almost like torture on his hot skin, Seiji's hand damp and slick with massage oil that smelled like rain and herbs pressing over his heat, light touches that weren't designed to bring him to climax - just make him want it.
Seiji kissed him again, then, deeply, tongue and teeth and rougher than before, smothering his cries when Ryo pushed into him from behind, for real this time, hot and hurting and oh, god, what-- groaning as he felt himself stretched what felt like too far; he'd never felt this before, and he bit Seiji's lip before he realized what he was doing, holding on to the blonde's erection almost too tightly. But Seiji didn't lose control - he had never seen him lose control, and now was no exception to the rule - his slow steady strokes, off hand in blue hair, lips on his cheek and chin and lips calmed him, even feeling Ryo still inside, the heat tight around Rekka.
"God, Touma..." Ryo's voice had an edge to it he had never heard before, strong dark arms around him keeping him close, legs tangling with his, the leader's lips on his neck again, like a hungry beast that couldn't get enough, biting and kissing, like the tiger that was his pet. Beginning to move inside of him, out and in, slow thrusts that were gentle and strong and made him comfortable enough to want more, hearing Ryo's soft groans and not realizing the same sounds were issuing from his own lips, his mouth that Seiji had relinquished in favor of his chest.
As Ryo's thrusts became more urgent, Seiji found a faster pace in his strokes, and it was nearly too much for him to comprehend, that feeling of being filled mixed with Seiji's hand on him, tried to find words and could hardly find thought. Remembering Seiji's sex in his hand, stroking and hearing the moans the blonde had been holding back before. He must have done something at the party the night before, said something, to cause this, and he was infinitely glad that he had, even if he couldn't quite remember what.
He came first, Seiji following not long after with a short breathless cry against his shoulder that he hadn't expected. Ryo took another few strokes, needing/wanting to feel more of that heat before he climaxed, his grip on the archer tightening when he did, pulling him as close as he could without pulling him out of Seiji's reach.
Lying together like that, Seiji's hand still in his hair, Ryo still inside of him... somehow it felt more natural than he thought it should. But it was very difficult to think at all, his head swimming from the aftereffects of night-old liquor and the foggy afterglow of sex, the loss of virginity and all the crazy feelings that came with it. He felt Ryo pull out, shift so that he was embracing him again, one hand on Seiji's shoulder over Touma. Seiji's small smile was warm as the sun through the windowshades.
"Did you like that?" Seiji's tone was very near to teasing, hovering on the edge of amusement, his lips brushing against Touma's lightly, a dusting of a kiss. An odd counter to their thoroughly erotic coupling just moments before.
"Y-yes." He wouldn't lie, nodding, the action dislodging Seiji's hand from his head to his neck, feeling the bitemarks and bruises Ryo had left there. "I did."
"Good, 'cause that's what you kept trying to get me to do last night," Ryo revealed, and Touma could feel his grin against his shoulder, humor in his voice along with the dusky remains of his ecstacy.
"I don't remember," he admitted, with a sheepish sort of smile. It was interesting how much sex could change things, and yet how much it didn't.
"Well, you were very drunk," Seiji replied, leaning over his shoulder to kiss Ryo briefly, as if in thanks, Touma watching, absorbing the image to remember later. When the blonde pulled back, he added mildly, "We didn't want to do anything until you were sober, though."
"Wha... why?" Confused. If they just wanted to have sex with him, why..?
"'Cause we figured if you didn't freak out, there was a better chance of repeat performances if we tried it when you were really conscious," Ryo told him, smirking, leaning up to kiss the blue-haired Trooper.
"R-Repeat.." He almost couldn't believe his ears. He had thought for sure that this was a one-time thing, sex for whatever reason that he didn't entirely understand. Seiji chuckled at his confusion, and Ryo laughed outright, fingers trailing up Touma's pale chest.
"Well, we aren't gonna let you go," their leader informed him, and Touma was very, very glad for the clarification.