FIC: Ribbons Undone (Atobe/Oshitari, NC-17-ish)
Title: Ribbons Undone
Author: Anj (anjenue)
Pairing: Atobe/Oshitari
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: ~750
Summary: It was quite a stirring performance. Really.
A/N: Set immediately following Real Men Wear Spandex and written for meganebucks' weekly challenge. This week's theme: RIBBON. (And no, this fic has nothing to do with Tori. Sry.)
Keigo groaned, arching up against Yuushi's mouth and yanking at the silk binding his wrists to the bedposts. It didn't give, of course - silk was frustratingly unforgiving like that - but that just made it better, especially considering the silk of Yuushi's hair dragging across Keigo's belly and the silk of his tongue against...
'This is the first good idea you've had all week,' Keigo panted, raggedly. Yuushi hummed in acknowledgment, which only made Keigo's eyes roll back in his head and a sound suspiciously like that of a dog in heat spill from his throat, and sucked harder, fingers slipping around and back and curling right--
Keigo's back snapped up into a hard C and he groaned through his teeth, yanking on his bindings until he felt like he was about to dislocate his shoulders. It wasn't fair that Yuushi was so damn good with everything he did with his mouth, and his hands, and, hell, everything - man of a thousand talents, he certainly was - but Keigo wasn't really in a position to complain, considering the fact that he was in the process of receiving the blowjob of his life.
But he wasn't about to let Yuushi completely take the upper hand, so he took a deep breath to collect himself as much as was possible while having his cock sucked, and then attempted a laugh. 'Who would have thought you would get...turned on by watching a shameless display of queeritude?' he snorted, albeit shakily. 'I mean, really, Yuushi. Rhythmic gymnastics?'
Yuushi chuckled low in his throat, making Keigo almost bite through his tongue, and then slowly lifted his head with a wet, obscene sliding motion that would have made Keigo come right then and there had those infuriating fingers not come and wrapped themselves snugly around the base of his prick.
'Aside from the fact that Shishido looks rather remarkable in spandex,' he drawled, voice raspy and disgustingly seductive, the bastard, 'it had nothing to do with the dance, and everything to do with the props.'
'I....see,' Keigo managed, swallowing hard as Yuushi licked swollen red lips, that wicked smirk back in place. 'So you're telling me you spent the whole routine...imagining other uses for those ribbons?'
Yuushi gave one of his slow, evil grins that half the time made him look sleazy and the other half made Keigo want to tear off Yuushi's clothes and write his name all over Yuushi's body with his tongue. 'Yep,' he acknowledged with an inhuman calm, considering the fact that he now had two fingers twisting inside Keigo's body. Keigo gritted his teeth, head falling back against the pillow and spine arching up again, but Yuushi was relentless, playing Keigo's body even better than he played his goddamn violin, until it was all Keigo could to to not start begging Yuushi to polish his f-hole.
Fortunately, then Yuushi spoke again. 'Now I am surprised that you found the performance so.....stimulating.'
Keigo snorted, breathily, which was really only something he could manage. 'I didn't,' he said with dignity (well, relatively speaking).
Yuushi raised a brow, dipping his head to lick at not-so-little Keigo again. Keigo made a noise rather like a squeak. 'Is that so?' Yuushi asked, breathing against the precome-glistening tip of Keigo's cock.
'Mm.' It was a fight not to just let it be a moan, but Keigo won. (Barely, but a win was a win, after all.)
'Then....' Yuushi tilted his head, pressing the flat of his tongue just above where his thumb and forefinger overlapped at the base of Keigo's prick, then dragged it straight up, pausing just below the head to flex his tongue against Keigo's frenulum until Keigo yowled and bucked up against Yuushi's mouth. Yuushi's mouth curled slow and wicked into a smile against Keigo's skin, and he pressed a kiss to Keigo's inner thigh. 'Then what...has you in such an....agreeable mood?'
Keigo sniffed. 'Did you see that shade of purple the boy from St Rudolph had?'
It was at this point that Yuushi decided it would be very much in his best interest to stop Keigo from talking anymore. And fortunately for him, he had an excellent method right at his fingertips.
And before round two, he'd make sure to test out whether said gloriously shaded purple ribbon would make an equally glorious gag.
Author: Anj (anjenue)
Pairing: Atobe/Oshitari
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: ~750
Summary: It was quite a stirring performance. Really.
A/N: Set immediately following Real Men Wear Spandex and written for meganebucks' weekly challenge. This week's theme: RIBBON. (And no, this fic has nothing to do with Tori. Sry.)
Keigo groaned, arching up against Yuushi's mouth and yanking at the silk binding his wrists to the bedposts. It didn't give, of course - silk was frustratingly unforgiving like that - but that just made it better, especially considering the silk of Yuushi's hair dragging across Keigo's belly and the silk of his tongue against...
'This is the first good idea you've had all week,' Keigo panted, raggedly. Yuushi hummed in acknowledgment, which only made Keigo's eyes roll back in his head and a sound suspiciously like that of a dog in heat spill from his throat, and sucked harder, fingers slipping around and back and curling right--
Keigo's back snapped up into a hard C and he groaned through his teeth, yanking on his bindings until he felt like he was about to dislocate his shoulders. It wasn't fair that Yuushi was so damn good with everything he did with his mouth, and his hands, and, hell, everything - man of a thousand talents, he certainly was - but Keigo wasn't really in a position to complain, considering the fact that he was in the process of receiving the blowjob of his life.
But he wasn't about to let Yuushi completely take the upper hand, so he took a deep breath to collect himself as much as was possible while having his cock sucked, and then attempted a laugh. 'Who would have thought you would get...turned on by watching a shameless display of queeritude?' he snorted, albeit shakily. 'I mean, really, Yuushi. Rhythmic gymnastics?'
Yuushi chuckled low in his throat, making Keigo almost bite through his tongue, and then slowly lifted his head with a wet, obscene sliding motion that would have made Keigo come right then and there had those infuriating fingers not come and wrapped themselves snugly around the base of his prick.
'Aside from the fact that Shishido looks rather remarkable in spandex,' he drawled, voice raspy and disgustingly seductive, the bastard, 'it had nothing to do with the dance, and everything to do with the props.'
'I....see,' Keigo managed, swallowing hard as Yuushi licked swollen red lips, that wicked smirk back in place. 'So you're telling me you spent the whole routine...imagining other uses for those ribbons?'
Yuushi gave one of his slow, evil grins that half the time made him look sleazy and the other half made Keigo want to tear off Yuushi's clothes and write his name all over Yuushi's body with his tongue. 'Yep,' he acknowledged with an inhuman calm, considering the fact that he now had two fingers twisting inside Keigo's body. Keigo gritted his teeth, head falling back against the pillow and spine arching up again, but Yuushi was relentless, playing Keigo's body even better than he played his goddamn violin, until it was all Keigo could to to not start begging Yuushi to polish his f-hole.
Fortunately, then Yuushi spoke again. 'Now I am surprised that you found the performance so.....stimulating.'
Keigo snorted, breathily, which was really only something he could manage. 'I didn't,' he said with dignity (well, relatively speaking).
Yuushi raised a brow, dipping his head to lick at not-so-little Keigo again. Keigo made a noise rather like a squeak. 'Is that so?' Yuushi asked, breathing against the precome-glistening tip of Keigo's cock.
'Mm.' It was a fight not to just let it be a moan, but Keigo won. (Barely, but a win was a win, after all.)
'Then....' Yuushi tilted his head, pressing the flat of his tongue just above where his thumb and forefinger overlapped at the base of Keigo's prick, then dragged it straight up, pausing just below the head to flex his tongue against Keigo's frenulum until Keigo yowled and bucked up against Yuushi's mouth. Yuushi's mouth curled slow and wicked into a smile against Keigo's skin, and he pressed a kiss to Keigo's inner thigh. 'Then what...has you in such an....agreeable mood?'
Keigo sniffed. 'Did you see that shade of purple the boy from St Rudolph had?'
It was at this point that Yuushi decided it would be very much in his best interest to stop Keigo from talking anymore. And fortunately for him, he had an excellent method right at his fingertips.
And before round two, he'd make sure to test out whether said gloriously shaded purple ribbon would make an equally glorious gag.