Drabble dump~
Reposting from Drabble game thing
Various pairings:
Ryo/Uchi, Yasuba, Ryo/Pi, Yoko/Maru, Yoko/Uchi, Uchipin, ryo+Ohkura, Subaru/Ohkura, Ohkura/Uchi, Yoko/Ohkura, HinaMaruYoko (hospital!au though), Kimiki/Maru (hospital!au).
Ryo/Uchi - morons - G
They’re grinning, face splitting and huge and they look ridiculous. Uchi's clutching Ryo's hand tightly, down by their sides. So hard that their hands are damp. Hina looks over, "Morons," and, on principle, smacks them upside the head. He turns back to the interviewer, but is wearing the exact same expression.
Subaru/Yasu - fans - PG
Subaru/Yasu
Air conditioners. Worthless unreliable pieces of crap. Subaru shifts, following the swiveling fan. His shirt is sticking unpleasantly to his back. He groans and Yasu, with his bangs clipped up in something sparkly and multi-colored, pokes his side playfully. Subaru gropes his ass in return, and grins at the fan.
Ryo/Pi - DVDs - PG
"Seriously," Ryo laughs. Yamapi squirms.
"In the Dragon Ball case?"
Ryo holds up the not-so discreet DVD, "I wondered what Jin wo-,"--Yamapi cuts him off--"Do that and, somehow, Yokoyama-kun will get your collection of Leah Di-" the pillow bounces off of Yamapi's head.
"Fucker," Yamapi grabs Ryo's leg and yanks, Ryo wriggles, "Shit!" before his ass hits the floor.
It takes fifteen minutes to finish wrestling (Ryo blames his loss on his face being shoved into Yamapi's armpit and no human could possibly breathe there for an extended period of time) and it only takes another five to find the Dragon Ball DVD.
Yoko/Maru - sleepy - G
It's the sort of comfortable stage of drunk that has them fuzzy and warm, and only barely keeping their eyes open. Maru is half-way sprawled on Yoko, his feet dangling off the couch and he smiles a muffled, "Hii~," into his shirt when he catches Yoko blinking at him. Yoko means to pat his head, maybe stop Maru from drooling on his chest, something, but it ends up, traitorously, curling into the hair at the base of Maru's neck.
Yoko/Uchi: GIGGLES. BREATHLESS. GASP. PITCH BLACK - R
Yoko always touches them, Uchi knows he must get some kind of childish glee out of the over exaggerated gestures. Uchi's concentrating on singing, trying to hit all of the notes, and
he feels, sees, Yoko coming over. Hears him giggle as he messes with his hair, and breathes against Uchi's ear.
The wall is cool against his hand and Yoko, pressed close against his side, grins back. It's more obvious and not subtle at all, when Yoko's hand slides down over his hip, and moves down his thigh. Uchi's eyes crinkle up and he bats Yoko's hand away, they're both grinning
and laughing. Uchi won't admit it but...if they'd be alone, he wouldn't have
held back his gasp.
The next time it's Uchi who initiates it. He pushes Yoko into an abandoned
practice room, and slides the tips of his fingers into Yoko's jeans.
"I'm that hot, huh?" It's too dark to see much, but Uchi hears something
in Yoko's voice.
"More like a huge tease," Uchi pouts. He shifts and sucks on the side of Yoko's neck,
and feels Yoko shudder against him. Uchi himself isn't sure how far this is going, but he feels good and Yoko shifting to press against him, fuck,yes, just like that, is good enough for him.
"You like touching people, so do it," Uchi whines, pressing Yoko's hand to the front of his pants.
"Spoiled brat," Yoko's laugh is high pitched, nervous and excited. It's probably not one of the best things to say when Uchi just got a hand around your cock. Uchi frowns, and Yoko groans (really now, Uchi is good at teasing too, so slow it is torturous and he's so smug it's irritating).
Yoko really never did learn his lesson about when to say things and when not to. It seems unimportant a few minutes later; they are both almost there, hands stroking each other until they're both breathless and can only gasp.
Ryo/Uchi: BEACH. IN THE SHADE OF A TREE. WHISPERS IN MOUTHS - R
Uchi presses back into the tree, and inhales sharply. It's scorching hot outside and only slightly better under the tree. Uchi closes his eyes. Ryo's hand is slowly and softly stroking his cock inside his boxers, his shorts pushed out of the way. Uchi shudders as he exhales; he tilts his head into a patch of sunlight and blinks against it, Ryo tightens his grip and Uchi's mouth falls open.
Ryo's head throws shade into his eyes and Ryo's mouth covers his, it's sweet and warm. Their tongues tangle lazily and Uchi whines. Ryo thumbs the tip of Uchi's cock before sliding down to the base, only to repeat the motion again and again. Uchi pushes his hips up, and grips Ryo's bicep.
Ryo whispers incoherent sentences into Uchi's mouth, and Uchi's toes curl into the sand.
Yoko/Maru - cute (Baru walks in?) R
Subaru doesn’t really know how long Yoko and Maru have been together. He rationalizes it must have been a little while (at least a month). Yoko probably wouldn’t look so comfortable with Maru’s head in his lap, a hand curled lightly in Maru’s hair as he watches.
Subaru pulls his umbrella out of his bag and lets it drop on the floor-Maru jumps back and Yoko’s head snaps over to the door.
They squirm and Subaru doesn’t bother hiding his grin as he strides over to them, stripping off his shirt.
Uchipin - PG
“Uchi?”
He starts and a smile spreads across his face.
“Yamapi!”
Then Uchi is grinning and hugging Yamapi and Yamapi smiles sort of amused but after a few seconds less amused and more embarrassed.
People in the store are glancing at them and while Uchi is oblivious, Yamapi is not. Uchi doesn’t let go, even when Yamapi feebly tries to push him away, it takes Jin showing up and pouting at them before Uchi relinquishes his hold on Yamapi to throw an arm around Jin’s shoulders. He doesn’t know Jin all that well but if Ryo tolerates him then he must be cool-or an easy target for mocking.
Jin is the one that suggests they go to a bar, Uchi immediately accepts and Yamapi shoots Jin a look that Uchi misses.
After a few drinks-not enough to get drunk-Uchi catches the ‘Pin silent conversation’ and when Yamapi invites him back to their place while Jin not-so subtly eyes him up and down, well, it’s not like he’s going to say no.
Ryo helping Ohkura study for a bar test. AU - PG 13 - 158
“Why are you doing this, again?”
Ohkura fidgets.
“And why am I helping you?” Ryo groans, “…it’s that foreign girl, isn’t it? You are such a tool Tacchon.”
Ohkura pouts at him. “I’m not a tool, when I’m a bartender you’ll be sorry you’re such an asshole.”
Ryo’s double eyelid is getting close to doubling itself again.
“When is your test?” Ryo sighs.
“….Well.” Ohkura mumbles something and fidgets.
“You’ve got to be fucking me…tomorrow?”
“It should have been easy! I drink a lot!” Ohkura’s voice is approaching extreme levels of whine.
Ryo rubs at his eyes, and flips open to the mixed drink page.
“Why not ask the foreign girl for a ‘Screaming Orgasm’, Oooh or ‘Sex on the Beach’. Maybe, since you drink a lot, both.” Ryo grins and Ohkura decides that he should have had Yoko help him.
“I hate you.”
“I’m just trying to help you study, like you asked, Tatsu,” Ryo says innocently.
SUBAKURA [Musekinin Hero PV AU]
Office Worker!Ohkura gets in trouble at the office. Yoko makes Shibutani-san repremand him. - R
Yokoyama-buchou doesn't like to punish Ohkura-kun but his higher ups are demanding it. Yokoyama’s soft spot is sort of obvious as Ohkura gets away with a lot more than the other employees-as displayed by the napping, eating, and general goofing around that is a constant in the office.
Yokoyama passes off the task of punishment to Shibutani-san who is more than a little eccentric. When Yokoyama is looking to punish someone he can count on Shibutani to find something that will be a satisfactory punishment as well as hilarious.
--
“Shibutani-san, can I have my snacks? I’m starving,” Ohkura’s whine is pitiful.
“If you suck me off,” Subaru deadpans. He throws it out there just to see Ohkura’s mortified face, it quickly changes into a pissed off pouty one. It amuses Subaru for a few moments before he goes back to his catalog. The calico kitty is just too cute.
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Shibutani was not expecting Ohkura to take him seriously-no one does. But he certainly isn’t complaining when Ohkura corners him in the employee break room, locking the door behind him and pressing him back against the counter top. Ohkura doesn’t waste time and gets right to the point. Ohkura rubs a hand over the front of Shibutani’s suit pants and when he is hard unzips his pants and pulls them down his thighs. He smirks at Ohkura and Ohkura rolls his eyes, getting to his knees and pulling out his cock-stroking it a few times before taking it in his mouth.
Shibutani really doesn’t mind Yokoyama forcing him to do his job for him, especially when he it results in Ohkura’s mouth around his cock, moaning, while he jerks himself off as he kneels in front of him.
ohkura/uchi, i don't fucking care as long as they're naked. XD
Version 1
“This is all your fault, I hate you.” Uchi hisses, sulking behind the bushes.
“How is this my fault!?” Ohkura frowns, he’s crouched down--protecting his important bits.
“Streaking was your brilliant idea!”
“Who left the clothes near Subaru-kun?”
OHYOKO!!!!!!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!
Don't care what....just naked, hot and slow. - R - 170
Yoko’s awkward and not sure how to deal with Ohkura who is a bit tipsy, and a lot flirty. Yoko can deal with HIna’s boisterous drunk laughter-Subaru’s habit of slobbering on his face but Ohkura hands trailing, brushing, touching him in places (that haven’t been touched in a while) he has to squirm away.
They manage to make it to Ohkura’s apartment but Yoko’s conscious-inhibition doesn’t last and it is only a few heartbeats later when Ohkura is hovering above him and they’re grinding together-pants fumbled out of the way.
The alcohol in Ohkura is probably why it is so torturously slow. Yoko sucks in a desperate breath and then their pants are gone and their shirts follow quickly after. His hands tremble where they’re clutching onto Ohkura’s rolling hips. Ohkura is drunk and Yoko is so worked up that thisis enough. He groans and throws his head back into the pillow; Ohkura makes a low noise and sloppily kisses at his throat as he lets go.
Murakami, Kimiko, Maru - R - 432
Maru doesn’t like to watch the TV much but some days that’s all there is to do and it is difficult to find something more interesting when he is confined to his hospital bed for the day. He’s not a fan of futsal but his doctor, Murakami, is.
Maru thinks Dr. Murakami is interesting and often leaves one of the games running on the TV so he’ll stop and not really talk with him (most likely Murakami will just yell at the TV) but keep him company for a little longer.
Kimiko, well, he is pretty interesting too. Maru isn’t sure why he dresses up as a female nurse. If he could muster up the courage to ask anything it would most likely be ‘why are you sleeping with me?’. Maru thinks he’ll just enjoy it while he can, who knows if Kimiko will get bored of him and stop staying so much.
Maru has a lot of time to think, he’s stuck in the hospital after all.
But when he is with Kimiko he doesn’t have to think, really, at all but maybe that’s part of the reason why he likes Kimiko so much. Or it could be because Kimiko is freaking hot and fools around with him just as much as they joke and act like idiots together. Kimiko makes Maru feel almost normal.
Well as normal as a guy can feel when he is sleeping with a guy cross-dressing as a really slutty female nurse.
Maru’s eyes are squeezed shut and he can hear his own heart beat speed up from the machine’s beeping. It is sort of amusing and he’d take time to appreciate it more but Kimiko’s doing something with his tongue and it feels good. Maru moans but it gets caught in his throat when Dr. Murakami walks into the room asking about the game’s score.
Maru swallows thickly and Kimiko slowly sits up (Maru misses his smug look) and Murakami stares at them like he didn’t ever, ever, need to see that. Maru’s too busy being embarrassed and silent to realize that Dr. Murakami doesn’t look that surprised. Shouldn’t there be more, you know, yelling?
Murakami does stride forward and smacks Kimiko on the head.
“Idiot! What in the hell are you doing?”
Maru’s heart monitor’s beeping increases and when Murakami shoots a look at him-pajamas around his thighs-it beeps double time. Maru wants to sink back into the bed and tries his best to look small. It doesn’t stop Murakami from smacking him too.
Maru absently wonders if anyone has brought up charges for abuse.
Patient!Maru/Kimiko!nurse - R
The lock clicking shut seems overly loud, and nurse Kimiko's heels clicking on the tile seem to bounce off the walls and fill the room with sound.
"Time for my sponge bath?"
It's what Maru asks her, straight-faced, every time.
Kimiko laughs and smacks him upside the head.
He grins, pretending to be sheepish.
Maru didn't think his little crush on her was too obvious, he joked with Kimiko just like he did the other pretty nurses. It is her fault that she responded in kind. The others nurses didn't joke back at him and had never hit him if he said something ridiculous.
Maru finds Kimiko's laugh, high-pitched and giggling, endearing and likes to hear it-he has time to think up things to say that'll make her laugh, eyes crinkling cutely.
She's still standing there and hasn't started their routine of going through his check up and joking back and forth.
Maru starts when her fingers brush through his hair and Kimiko's lips-that Maru has thought about more often than is healthy-are pressing against his roughly. His hand cautious holds onto her shoulder.
She's dominant and sure when she pushes him back against the bed, joining him on the bed while one of Maru's hands fists the blanket.
Her legs, soft and smooth, straddle his lap and his hands go up to her hips immediately. Maru swallows thickly, heart hammering in his chest. Clearly he had never expected this to happen.
When Kimiko grinds down against him and Maru groans, and belatedly feels something hard pressed against him. His eyes widen and Kimiko's high-pitched laugh fills the room.
"You should see your face," her, his Maru realizes, lips quirk up. Maru's fingers stall on his hips and Kimiko, looks like he is waiting for Maru to make up his mind. A tentative hand moving under his skirt and pressing against the front of his silk underwear is all the 'okay' Kimiko needs to grind back down, harder, against Maru.
Maru thinks he should be a bit more weirded out that the prettiest nurse in the hospital is actual a guy, a hot guy dressed as a hot girl. A hot guy that he finds really hot. Maru thinks it might be a good idea for him to stop thinking and start paying attention to Kimiko pulling the sheets out of the way so he can rub at the front of Maru's pajama pants.
This sort of thing is definitely on the 'not-allowed' list.
It's Kimiko's lips press against Maru's ear and the things she, he whispers, that make him think it could almost make up for being stuck in here for so long.
But it is Kimiko's long fingers trailing down his stomach and into his pajama pants to curl around his cock that make him believe the stay could be worth it.
Maru groans her name.
Kimiko's laugh is rough and throaty. It's one of the sexiest things Maru's heard.
Maru has no control over the situation, Kimiko taking charge and stroking their cocks together. Maru's breathing gets harsher and the low groans are more frequent.
Feed up with doing all the work, Kimiko pulls Maru's hand to their cocks. Maru squeezes once and Kimiko's breath rushes out, his hand faltering in its pace.
They kiss open mouthed and panting against each other as Kimiko works their hands faster and faster. Kimiko's hand over his own keeps Maru from faltering when he feels himself starting to get close.
It's Kimiko's lips against his and the hand in his hair, tugging harshly, that sends Maru spilling over their hands-trembling slightly.
Kimiko smacks his shoulder when tries to drop his hand. Maru's grin is lazy but his hand fists around Kimiko's cock again. It only takes a few more strokes for Kimiko's head to tilt back as he gasps. They pant; slowly working on breathing normally, neither one moving and Maru starts to realize what just happened.
"…I still want a sponge bath."
"Idiot."
Kimiko grins and Maru finds himself returning it.
Various pairings:
Ryo/Uchi, Yasuba, Ryo/Pi, Yoko/Maru, Yoko/Uchi, Uchipin, ryo+Ohkura, Subaru/Ohkura, Ohkura/Uchi, Yoko/Ohkura, HinaMaruYoko (hospital!au though), Kimiki/Maru (hospital!au).
Ryo/Uchi - morons - G
They’re grinning, face splitting and huge and they look ridiculous. Uchi's clutching Ryo's hand tightly, down by their sides. So hard that their hands are damp. Hina looks over, "Morons," and, on principle, smacks them upside the head. He turns back to the interviewer, but is wearing the exact same expression.
Subaru/Yasu - fans - PG
Subaru/Yasu
Air conditioners. Worthless unreliable pieces of crap. Subaru shifts, following the swiveling fan. His shirt is sticking unpleasantly to his back. He groans and Yasu, with his bangs clipped up in something sparkly and multi-colored, pokes his side playfully. Subaru gropes his ass in return, and grins at the fan.
Ryo/Pi - DVDs - PG
"Seriously," Ryo laughs. Yamapi squirms.
"In the Dragon Ball case?"
Ryo holds up the not-so discreet DVD, "I wondered what Jin wo-,"--Yamapi cuts him off--"Do that and, somehow, Yokoyama-kun will get your collection of Leah Di-" the pillow bounces off of Yamapi's head.
"Fucker," Yamapi grabs Ryo's leg and yanks, Ryo wriggles, "Shit!" before his ass hits the floor.
It takes fifteen minutes to finish wrestling (Ryo blames his loss on his face being shoved into Yamapi's armpit and no human could possibly breathe there for an extended period of time) and it only takes another five to find the Dragon Ball DVD.
Yoko/Maru - sleepy - G
It's the sort of comfortable stage of drunk that has them fuzzy and warm, and only barely keeping their eyes open. Maru is half-way sprawled on Yoko, his feet dangling off the couch and he smiles a muffled, "Hii~," into his shirt when he catches Yoko blinking at him. Yoko means to pat his head, maybe stop Maru from drooling on his chest, something, but it ends up, traitorously, curling into the hair at the base of Maru's neck.
Yoko/Uchi: GIGGLES. BREATHLESS. GASP. PITCH BLACK - R
Yoko always touches them, Uchi knows he must get some kind of childish glee out of the over exaggerated gestures. Uchi's concentrating on singing, trying to hit all of the notes, and
he feels, sees, Yoko coming over. Hears him giggle as he messes with his hair, and breathes against Uchi's ear.
The wall is cool against his hand and Yoko, pressed close against his side, grins back. It's more obvious and not subtle at all, when Yoko's hand slides down over his hip, and moves down his thigh. Uchi's eyes crinkle up and he bats Yoko's hand away, they're both grinning
and laughing. Uchi won't admit it but...if they'd be alone, he wouldn't have
held back his gasp.
The next time it's Uchi who initiates it. He pushes Yoko into an abandoned
practice room, and slides the tips of his fingers into Yoko's jeans.
"I'm that hot, huh?" It's too dark to see much, but Uchi hears something
in Yoko's voice.
"More like a huge tease," Uchi pouts. He shifts and sucks on the side of Yoko's neck,
and feels Yoko shudder against him. Uchi himself isn't sure how far this is going, but he feels good and Yoko shifting to press against him, fuck,yes, just like that, is good enough for him.
"You like touching people, so do it," Uchi whines, pressing Yoko's hand to the front of his pants.
"Spoiled brat," Yoko's laugh is high pitched, nervous and excited. It's probably not one of the best things to say when Uchi just got a hand around your cock. Uchi frowns, and Yoko groans (really now, Uchi is good at teasing too, so slow it is torturous and he's so smug it's irritating).
Yoko really never did learn his lesson about when to say things and when not to. It seems unimportant a few minutes later; they are both almost there, hands stroking each other until they're both breathless and can only gasp.
Ryo/Uchi: BEACH. IN THE SHADE OF A TREE. WHISPERS IN MOUTHS - R
Uchi presses back into the tree, and inhales sharply. It's scorching hot outside and only slightly better under the tree. Uchi closes his eyes. Ryo's hand is slowly and softly stroking his cock inside his boxers, his shorts pushed out of the way. Uchi shudders as he exhales; he tilts his head into a patch of sunlight and blinks against it, Ryo tightens his grip and Uchi's mouth falls open.
Ryo's head throws shade into his eyes and Ryo's mouth covers his, it's sweet and warm. Their tongues tangle lazily and Uchi whines. Ryo thumbs the tip of Uchi's cock before sliding down to the base, only to repeat the motion again and again. Uchi pushes his hips up, and grips Ryo's bicep.
Ryo whispers incoherent sentences into Uchi's mouth, and Uchi's toes curl into the sand.
Yoko/Maru - cute (Baru walks in?) R
Subaru doesn’t really know how long Yoko and Maru have been together. He rationalizes it must have been a little while (at least a month). Yoko probably wouldn’t look so comfortable with Maru’s head in his lap, a hand curled lightly in Maru’s hair as he watches.
Subaru pulls his umbrella out of his bag and lets it drop on the floor-Maru jumps back and Yoko’s head snaps over to the door.
They squirm and Subaru doesn’t bother hiding his grin as he strides over to them, stripping off his shirt.
Uchipin - PG
“Uchi?”
He starts and a smile spreads across his face.
“Yamapi!”
Then Uchi is grinning and hugging Yamapi and Yamapi smiles sort of amused but after a few seconds less amused and more embarrassed.
People in the store are glancing at them and while Uchi is oblivious, Yamapi is not. Uchi doesn’t let go, even when Yamapi feebly tries to push him away, it takes Jin showing up and pouting at them before Uchi relinquishes his hold on Yamapi to throw an arm around Jin’s shoulders. He doesn’t know Jin all that well but if Ryo tolerates him then he must be cool-or an easy target for mocking.
Jin is the one that suggests they go to a bar, Uchi immediately accepts and Yamapi shoots Jin a look that Uchi misses.
After a few drinks-not enough to get drunk-Uchi catches the ‘Pin silent conversation’ and when Yamapi invites him back to their place while Jin not-so subtly eyes him up and down, well, it’s not like he’s going to say no.
Ryo helping Ohkura study for a bar test. AU - PG 13 - 158
“Why are you doing this, again?”
Ohkura fidgets.
“And why am I helping you?” Ryo groans, “…it’s that foreign girl, isn’t it? You are such a tool Tacchon.”
Ohkura pouts at him. “I’m not a tool, when I’m a bartender you’ll be sorry you’re such an asshole.”
Ryo’s double eyelid is getting close to doubling itself again.
“When is your test?” Ryo sighs.
“….Well.” Ohkura mumbles something and fidgets.
“You’ve got to be fucking me…tomorrow?”
“It should have been easy! I drink a lot!” Ohkura’s voice is approaching extreme levels of whine.
Ryo rubs at his eyes, and flips open to the mixed drink page.
“Why not ask the foreign girl for a ‘Screaming Orgasm’, Oooh or ‘Sex on the Beach’. Maybe, since you drink a lot, both.” Ryo grins and Ohkura decides that he should have had Yoko help him.
“I hate you.”
“I’m just trying to help you study, like you asked, Tatsu,” Ryo says innocently.
SUBAKURA [Musekinin Hero PV AU]
Office Worker!Ohkura gets in trouble at the office. Yoko makes Shibutani-san repremand him. - R
Yokoyama-buchou doesn't like to punish Ohkura-kun but his higher ups are demanding it. Yokoyama’s soft spot is sort of obvious as Ohkura gets away with a lot more than the other employees-as displayed by the napping, eating, and general goofing around that is a constant in the office.
Yokoyama passes off the task of punishment to Shibutani-san who is more than a little eccentric. When Yokoyama is looking to punish someone he can count on Shibutani to find something that will be a satisfactory punishment as well as hilarious.
--
“Shibutani-san, can I have my snacks? I’m starving,” Ohkura’s whine is pitiful.
“If you suck me off,” Subaru deadpans. He throws it out there just to see Ohkura’s mortified face, it quickly changes into a pissed off pouty one. It amuses Subaru for a few moments before he goes back to his catalog. The calico kitty is just too cute.
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Shibutani was not expecting Ohkura to take him seriously-no one does. But he certainly isn’t complaining when Ohkura corners him in the employee break room, locking the door behind him and pressing him back against the counter top. Ohkura doesn’t waste time and gets right to the point. Ohkura rubs a hand over the front of Shibutani’s suit pants and when he is hard unzips his pants and pulls them down his thighs. He smirks at Ohkura and Ohkura rolls his eyes, getting to his knees and pulling out his cock-stroking it a few times before taking it in his mouth.
Shibutani really doesn’t mind Yokoyama forcing him to do his job for him, especially when he it results in Ohkura’s mouth around his cock, moaning, while he jerks himself off as he kneels in front of him.
ohkura/uchi, i don't fucking care as long as they're naked. XD
Version 1
“This is all your fault, I hate you.” Uchi hisses, sulking behind the bushes.
“How is this my fault!?” Ohkura frowns, he’s crouched down--protecting his important bits.
“Streaking was your brilliant idea!”
“Who left the clothes near Subaru-kun?”
OHYOKO!!!!!!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!
Don't care what....just naked, hot and slow. - R - 170
Yoko’s awkward and not sure how to deal with Ohkura who is a bit tipsy, and a lot flirty. Yoko can deal with HIna’s boisterous drunk laughter-Subaru’s habit of slobbering on his face but Ohkura hands trailing, brushing, touching him in places (that haven’t been touched in a while) he has to squirm away.
They manage to make it to Ohkura’s apartment but Yoko’s conscious-inhibition doesn’t last and it is only a few heartbeats later when Ohkura is hovering above him and they’re grinding together-pants fumbled out of the way.
The alcohol in Ohkura is probably why it is so torturously slow. Yoko sucks in a desperate breath and then their pants are gone and their shirts follow quickly after. His hands tremble where they’re clutching onto Ohkura’s rolling hips. Ohkura is drunk and Yoko is so worked up that thisis enough. He groans and throws his head back into the pillow; Ohkura makes a low noise and sloppily kisses at his throat as he lets go.
Murakami, Kimiko, Maru - R - 432
Maru doesn’t like to watch the TV much but some days that’s all there is to do and it is difficult to find something more interesting when he is confined to his hospital bed for the day. He’s not a fan of futsal but his doctor, Murakami, is.
Maru thinks Dr. Murakami is interesting and often leaves one of the games running on the TV so he’ll stop and not really talk with him (most likely Murakami will just yell at the TV) but keep him company for a little longer.
Kimiko, well, he is pretty interesting too. Maru isn’t sure why he dresses up as a female nurse. If he could muster up the courage to ask anything it would most likely be ‘why are you sleeping with me?’. Maru thinks he’ll just enjoy it while he can, who knows if Kimiko will get bored of him and stop staying so much.
Maru has a lot of time to think, he’s stuck in the hospital after all.
But when he is with Kimiko he doesn’t have to think, really, at all but maybe that’s part of the reason why he likes Kimiko so much. Or it could be because Kimiko is freaking hot and fools around with him just as much as they joke and act like idiots together. Kimiko makes Maru feel almost normal.
Well as normal as a guy can feel when he is sleeping with a guy cross-dressing as a really slutty female nurse.
Maru’s eyes are squeezed shut and he can hear his own heart beat speed up from the machine’s beeping. It is sort of amusing and he’d take time to appreciate it more but Kimiko’s doing something with his tongue and it feels good. Maru moans but it gets caught in his throat when Dr. Murakami walks into the room asking about the game’s score.
Maru swallows thickly and Kimiko slowly sits up (Maru misses his smug look) and Murakami stares at them like he didn’t ever, ever, need to see that. Maru’s too busy being embarrassed and silent to realize that Dr. Murakami doesn’t look that surprised. Shouldn’t there be more, you know, yelling?
Murakami does stride forward and smacks Kimiko on the head.
“Idiot! What in the hell are you doing?”
Maru’s heart monitor’s beeping increases and when Murakami shoots a look at him-pajamas around his thighs-it beeps double time. Maru wants to sink back into the bed and tries his best to look small. It doesn’t stop Murakami from smacking him too.
Maru absently wonders if anyone has brought up charges for abuse.
Patient!Maru/Kimiko!nurse - R
The lock clicking shut seems overly loud, and nurse Kimiko's heels clicking on the tile seem to bounce off the walls and fill the room with sound.
"Time for my sponge bath?"
It's what Maru asks her, straight-faced, every time.
Kimiko laughs and smacks him upside the head.
He grins, pretending to be sheepish.
Maru didn't think his little crush on her was too obvious, he joked with Kimiko just like he did the other pretty nurses. It is her fault that she responded in kind. The others nurses didn't joke back at him and had never hit him if he said something ridiculous.
Maru finds Kimiko's laugh, high-pitched and giggling, endearing and likes to hear it-he has time to think up things to say that'll make her laugh, eyes crinkling cutely.
She's still standing there and hasn't started their routine of going through his check up and joking back and forth.
Maru starts when her fingers brush through his hair and Kimiko's lips-that Maru has thought about more often than is healthy-are pressing against his roughly. His hand cautious holds onto her shoulder.
She's dominant and sure when she pushes him back against the bed, joining him on the bed while one of Maru's hands fists the blanket.
Her legs, soft and smooth, straddle his lap and his hands go up to her hips immediately. Maru swallows thickly, heart hammering in his chest. Clearly he had never expected this to happen.
When Kimiko grinds down against him and Maru groans, and belatedly feels something hard pressed against him. His eyes widen and Kimiko's high-pitched laugh fills the room.
"You should see your face," her, his Maru realizes, lips quirk up. Maru's fingers stall on his hips and Kimiko, looks like he is waiting for Maru to make up his mind. A tentative hand moving under his skirt and pressing against the front of his silk underwear is all the 'okay' Kimiko needs to grind back down, harder, against Maru.
Maru thinks he should be a bit more weirded out that the prettiest nurse in the hospital is actual a guy, a hot guy dressed as a hot girl. A hot guy that he finds really hot. Maru thinks it might be a good idea for him to stop thinking and start paying attention to Kimiko pulling the sheets out of the way so he can rub at the front of Maru's pajama pants.
This sort of thing is definitely on the 'not-allowed' list.
It's Kimiko's lips press against Maru's ear and the things she, he whispers, that make him think it could almost make up for being stuck in here for so long.
But it is Kimiko's long fingers trailing down his stomach and into his pajama pants to curl around his cock that make him believe the stay could be worth it.
Maru groans her name.
Kimiko's laugh is rough and throaty. It's one of the sexiest things Maru's heard.
Maru has no control over the situation, Kimiko taking charge and stroking their cocks together. Maru's breathing gets harsher and the low groans are more frequent.
Feed up with doing all the work, Kimiko pulls Maru's hand to their cocks. Maru squeezes once and Kimiko's breath rushes out, his hand faltering in its pace.
They kiss open mouthed and panting against each other as Kimiko works their hands faster and faster. Kimiko's hand over his own keeps Maru from faltering when he feels himself starting to get close.
It's Kimiko's lips against his and the hand in his hair, tugging harshly, that sends Maru spilling over their hands-trembling slightly.
Kimiko smacks his shoulder when tries to drop his hand. Maru's grin is lazy but his hand fists around Kimiko's cock again. It only takes a few more strokes for Kimiko's head to tilt back as he gasps. They pant; slowly working on breathing normally, neither one moving and Maru starts to realize what just happened.
"…I still want a sponge bath."
"Idiot."
Kimiko grins and Maru finds himself returning it.