What not to do in your new car: DBRyo
Title: What not to do in your new car.
Pairing: Ohkura/Ryo.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Dedicated to the fabulous tsubabuns, who has just got her licence and a shiny new car.
Ohkura was seriously regretting letting Ryo record the alarm message for his phone, especially because Ryo had been dark-eyed and insensible with lust at the time. Being woken up every morning by the sounds of Ryo screaming orgasmically only led to the drummer having to take a cold shower, which quite frankly was a crappy way to start the day.
Ohkura had just returned to his room, a towel wrapped around his waist and icy trickles of water dripping down from his hair when Ryo’s voice once again filled the room. This time he was singing. Setting Race as Ohkura’s custom ring tone for whenever he got a call from Ryo had been another of the older boy’s brilliant ideas. Ohkura groaned and answered the phone.
“Hello.”
“Whatcha wearing?”
“A towel.”
“You’ll need more than that. See you in ten.”
The line cut out at the other end ad Ohkura groaned for the third time that morning. Ryo had just got a licence and his own car and the novelty didn’t look like it was going to wear off soon at all. Sure Ohkura didn’t mind spending lots of time with his boyfriend, but he was starting to get sick of Ryo’s periodic impulsive whims to drive to places, just because he could drive there. It didn’t matter if either of them even wanted to go to the places or not, the important thing was that Ryo could drive them there.
Ohkura kicked his wardrobe and the doors flew open. He pulled random clothes out until he found a comfortable pair of soft cotton cargoes and a T-shirt that Yasuda had once insisted he buy. The guitarist had a good eye for clothing. The fit was perfect; flattering and comfortable; and unlike the shirts in Yasu’s wardrobe, it went with all his other clothes by not clashing with them. He didn’t bother with underwear, instead hoping to convince Ryo that he didn’t want to drive halfway across the country today and would much rather spend the day in bed giving Ohkura a live rendition of his alarm tone.
A horn honked outside his window. Grumbling he picked up a jacket, found his keys, wallet and phone and took his time making it to the front door. Ryo had, of course, gotten out of the car and was leaning against it in a manner he obviously considered sexy. Ohkura went straight for the passenger door and climbed in. Failing to notice that Ohkura wasn’t as enthusiastic as he was - probably because Ryo had enough excitement for the both of them - Ryo simply bounded merrily around to his own side and got back in the driver’s seat.
“I think you’ll love the place I picked today.” Ryo informed him. “The scenery’s supposedly really beautiful, and there are some good restaurants.”
“And how is this better than me spending the day in bed screwing your brains out?”
“Tacchon...” Ryo pouted, glancing away from the road for a brief second.
“I’m just not sure why this is going to be any better than the last six places that boasted beautiful scenery and good restaurants.”
“But Tacchon...” Ryo was still too excited to sound as sad as his words made out. “What about the restaurants? Aren’t you hungry?”
“I’m hungry for something else, Ryo.” Ohkura retorted, letting his tone convey the entirely lecherous nature of his craving. One which Ryo miraculously seemed to miss.
“I think this town’s speciality is katsudon.”
“Ryo! In the past month you’ve given me more scenic tours of Woop Woop than blow jobs!”
“But haven’t you had fun?” Ryo asked, a hint of disillusionment starting to creep into his voice.
“Not really, no.” Ohkura replied bluntly. The singer’s shoulders drooped a little. Silence followed for a few minutes, until they reached a long stretch of winding road that cut through intermittent patches of pretty forest. Ryo cooed at the filtered green light. Ohkura groaned, thoroughly bored by that stage. “How far now?” He asked, placing a land on Ryo’s leg and subtly undoing the older male’s zip in the way that got Ryo into trouble rather frequently at work because he didn’t notice.
“About two hours I think.”
Ryo did, however, notice when Ohkura grabbed his crotch and began kneading. Ryo needed both hands for driving, so he couldn’t swat Ohkura’s hands away as they began to work his pants down, and of course Ohkura knew exactly the place to squeeze to make it impossible for Ryo to formulate a coherent request that he please stop doing that while Ryo was driving.
Ohkura’s response was to twist around in his seat, bend down and take Ryo’s involuntary erection in his mouth. Ryo groaned and the car lurched violently to the left. Ohkura repeated the action and the car swerved again, but not quite as violently.
“Tacchon, that’s dangerous.” The singer whimpered, straightening the car up and dropping the speed by a good ten kilometres an hour, going into some kind of damage control for what he now saw as the inevitable.
“You seem to be coping fine.” Ohkura responded from somewhere within the vicinity of Ryo’s now saliva slicked cock, breath ticklishly cool against the warm, wet flesh.
Sure enough Ryo’s driving had become considerably less erratic now that he’d adjusted somewhat to the treatment he was receiving from his entirely too perverted boyfriend. Not that Ryo minded in the slightest that Ohkura was a pervert, because, well, that was one of the biggest things they had in common. However, being blown while driving was pushing the boundaries a little. At least Ohkura has the consideration to keep his actions slow and repetitive, as anything rapid only resulted in Ryo’s car careening across the road and a loud squeak of pure terror.
“Tacchon, please...” Ryo whined, shifting a little in his seat to get more comfortable. “That’s so dangerous...”
“You could always stop the car.”
“Where?” Ryo shot back, exasperated. Ohkura poked his head up and glanced around. They were in another section of forest, where the road was very narrow. To have stopped would have meant blocking off the entire road.
“Oh. Okay.” He ducked his head again and took Ryo’s length fully in his mouth. He decided to be nice and finish Ryo off as quickly as possible so the older boy wouldn’t have to keep complaining for long.
“Tacchon...” Ryo whimpered, his tone possessing a certain musical quality to Ohkura when it was this needy. The drummer sucked harder on his lover’s shaft, bringing a hand between the singer’s legs to rub his balls just the way he loved it.
“Ohkura...”
Ryo was desperate now, his control slipping. Ohkura applied just a little more pressure.
“Tacchon!” Ryo screamed.
Rubber screeched and the car lurched and jolted. Ohkura’s head smacked into the steering wheel and Ryo’s seed spilled everywhere. A little dazed from the impact, Ohkura stuck his head up again. He looked around at their surroundings and then up at his lover. Ryo burst into tears.
“It’s alright, Ryo.” Ohkura soothed, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist before placing a kiss on the older boy’s cheek.
“No it’s not!” Ryo snapped, both hands still stuck firmly on the steering wheel. “I crashed my car.”
“Well, it was probably mostly my fault...” Ohkura mumbled under his breath, low enough that his hysterical boyfriend didn’t hear. He found some tissues in the glove box and began to clean all the little splatters of white off his face and boyfriend’s lap. Ryo stopped crying and sat motionless while he was cleaned off. Finally Ohkura finished and discarded the soiled tissue, placing a kiss on the singer’s lips. The older boy took a few more minutes to respond.
“We should work out where we are.”
Ryo pulled out a map and tried to unfold it, but within the limited space it only got him more frustrated. With a loud growl he flung the door open and stomped around to the bonnet to spread it out there. Luckily the front of the car had escaped almost entirely unscathed, although the back of the car was deeply embedded in the wall of the ditch they’d driven into.
Ohkura watched his boyfriend through the windscreen as he studied the map with grim determination, finger tracing along what he presumed was the route they had taken. He sighed and climbed out of the car to join his boyfriend, wrapping his large frame easily around the smaller boy. Ryo tensed at the first contact, not having noticed Ohkura creeping up behind him. Gradually he relaxed into his lover’s embrace, just as he always did.
The drummer decided to test just exactly how relaxed the older boy was. He spun the smaller boy around in his arms and began kissing him. Ryo didn’t resist as Ohkura’s tongue traced around his lips and sought access to his mouth, still slightly salty from his earlier tears. Ohkura began advancing on him, until Ryo’s legs hit the bonnet and he was forced to lean back. Ryo didn’t seem to mind at all, until Ohkura began tugging at the singer’s pants, still undone from his earlier efforts.
“Tacchon!” Ryo squealed, struggling to get up despite being pinned under the taller boy’s body. “You’ll scratch the paint!”
“Ryo, the back of the car is buried under two feet of scree and you’re worried about risking a couple of scratches on the bonnet?”
Ryo sulked. Ohkura stood up and let the smaller male right himself.
“Well then Ryo, what are we supposed to do? We have absolutely no idea where we are, there’s no one around and I just want to have you.” His voice dropped an octave on the last few words, causing the singer’s eyes to flutter shut and a low whimper to escape his throat.
“Tacchon...”
“You know you want it, Ryo. You want me to fuck you right here on top of your car, with only trees to hear you scream my name as you come all over the shiny paint.”
“Tacchon...!” Tears threatened again and Ohkura wasn’t sure whether Ryo was just upset about being turned on or upset that Ohkura could only ever think about sex, even at a time like this. “I don’t...”
“You don’t what, Ryo?” Ohkura asked tiredly. “And what do you want, if anything?”
“I want to go home.” Ryo sniffled, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.
“Well, we could pretend we were at home so we can have sex.” Ohkura suggested, resting his hands on the older boy’s shoulders. “Would that make you feel better?”
“Is that all you can think about?” Ryo snapped, trying to fight free of the drummer’s grip and only ending up tightly in his embrace, sobbing into his lover’s chest.
“No, it’s just what I think about most of the time.” Ohkura whispered into his lover’s dark tresses as he stroked them soothingly. “And we haven’t had proper sex in nearly a month, Ryo. You can’t fault me for being a little more depraved than normal.”
“I’m sorry.” Ryo apologised, a bitter edge to his voice. “We’ll have sex when we get home. But having sex here isn’t going to get us home.”
“No, but it’ll pass the time waiting for someone to find us. And it’ll make you feel better.”
“How is it going to make me feel better, Ohkura?”
“What, sex doesn’t make you feel better Ryo? Has it been that long that you’ve forgotten how much you like it?”
“No, but...not here Tacchon. Someone might see us and then we’d get into all sorts of trouble.”
“There’s hardly anyone else around, Ryo. And we’re in a ditch; it would be hard for anyone driving by to see us.”
Ohkura pulled his arms tighter around the smaller male, swaying slightly and nuzzling his ear in the way that always made Ryo relax. This time proved to be no exception.
“I still...” Ryo sighed, leaning into the taller male. “I just want to find out where we are. First. Then maybe...I don’t know.”
The drummer gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder before letting him turn around to examine the map again. Ohkura followed Ryo’s body as it bent over the hood, watching over Ryo’s shoulder as the singer traced their route with a finger, and making sure he kept breathing accidentally purposely against Ryo’s ear in the way that usually turned the dark-haired boy on. Ryo eventually found the road they were on and struggled upright.
“I...phone.” Ryo whispered, hobbling over to the car, obviously in some discomfort with the increased blood flow to his groin.
The boot of the car was embedded deeply in the embankment, and of course that was where Ryo’s bag containing his phone was. Ryo opened the back door of the car and leaned in, pulling down the middle seat so he could access the boot. Ohkura leaned on the open door and watched as more and more of the singer’s top half disappeared into the small hole. Ryo’s bottom wiggled as he continued his search, and there was only so much temptation the drummer could take before he had to climb in behind him and pull the door shut.
Ryo startled as Ohkura hands attached themselves to his hips. There was a muffled whimper of pain and Ohkura could only guess that his boyfriend had bumped his head. Ohkura positioned himself behind the singer, sitting awkwardly on the centre console so he could pull Ryo’s pants off. There was another muffled sound which may have been a complaint, but when Ryo tried to wriggle back and found himself unable to move more than a couple of inches, all protests died.
Ohkura smiled, pleased at his lover’s submission. Ohkura wrestled the jeans down the singer’ legs, hooking the fabric underneath the folded-down seat so that Ryo was firmly stuck with his legs apart. The older male was being as cooperative as possible considering his entire top half was lost in the boot, although he was considerably tense in his current predicament. The drummer placed a gentle kiss on the base of his spine, just the way he always did, and Ryo relaxed a little. Through either sheer luck or Ohkura’s on depraved expectancy, there were a couple of packets of lube in his pocket. He set them on Ryo’s back while he pulled his own pants down far enough - not too far so that on the off chance they were caught, they wouldn’t get caught with their pants down.
Ohkura tore the corner off one of the packets and set it back down on the singer’s back. Clear goo seeped out of the corner and Ryo shivered a little. The drummer tapped lightly on Ryo’s pucker with a long finger, watching the muscle contract and eventually relax. He picked up the open packet and squeezed it into the older male. Ryo’s sphincter immediately contracted again and a muffled whimper that was most probably
“Tacchon that’s cold” came from the boot.
“Sorry baby.” Ohkura whispered, kissing the base of Ryo’s tailbone, careful to avoid the small puddle of leaked lubricant. He traced a slow, spiral pattern over Ryo’s hole, smearing the gel around until he was certain Ryo was sufficiently lubricated and relaxed for him to push a finger inside. He gently probed until he found Ryo’s prostate, and then carefully avoided it. Ryo had a bad habit of coming really quickly when Ohkura fingerfucked him from behind like that.
Ohkura decided to progress straight from a single finger to his own cock. There was a groan from the boot, but no other protest. Rather cumbersomely, Ohkura manoeuvred himself into the best position he could behind the singer, resting his knees on the back seat and bracing his feet against the front seats. Ryo shifted a little and growled impatiently. It was too awkward an angle for Ohkura to drop another kiss on the singer’s back, so he gave him a nice hard slap on the arse instead.
Ryo retaliated by squeezing tightly around the drummer’s cock, just a little bit harder than the younger male liked it. Ohkura gasped and thrust hard into the smaller male, and soon the car was filled with grunts and muffled screams of ecstasy. Ohkura had claimed he was going to fuck Ryo through the mattress plenty of times, and even the sofa a few times, but he’s never actually literally fucked Ryo through anything, and it was quite a novel experience.
Beads of sweat began trickling down Ryo’s back from beneath his rucked-up shirt, and had it not been physically impossible and kinda gross, Ohkura would have caught them with his tongue. Instead he braced his hands against the back seat and drove himself even harder into the quivering pile of nerves his boyfriend currently was. Ryo screamed even louder in his prison, arms giving a little, forcing his rump higher towards the drummer.
Ryo’s screams suddenly died and his twitches amplified until there were fully fledged convulsions rolling along his body. A splatter of white fluid graced the folded seat, and knowing Ryo had gotten off was enough for Ohkura to reach his own climax, pulling back so he could come across the singer’s sweaty back with a loud grunt. The taller male leaned back onto the centre console, before deciding that was uncomfortable and turning so he landed in the back seat. He found some tissues and wiped himself off. Ryo seemed to be struggling with his pants caught under the seat still, so Ohkura placed a hand gently on his rump.
“Wait, Ryo.”
Ohkura wasn’t sure if it was his hand or his words that worked, but Ryo stopped struggling for a moment so Ohkura could wipe his back down and free his pants.
“Okay.”
He gave Ryo’s bottom a very light slap. It started wiggling backwards until finally Ryo’s head emerged from the boot. His hair was plastered to his face, but still he wore a triumphant grin.
“I found my phone.” He whispered, somewhat breathless for having been stuck in the boot. Ohkura smiled and brushed a sweaty lock from Ryo’s face so he could place a kiss on the singer’s forehead.
~~~
“So, how did you manage to crash the car like that?” The panel beater asked, walking around the car that had just been towed into his workshop. Ryo, miserable again now that the post-coital bliss had worn off and all he had to show for it was a ruined car, turned red and stared at the floor.
“A deer jumped onto the road.” Ohkura answered smoothly, giving Ryo’s shoulder a supportive squeeze. Ryo looked up at him, confusion written across his face. “We swerved to avoid it, but swerved a little too hard.”
The panel beater raised an eyebrow. A whimper began to form at the back of Ryo’s throat.
“You’d probably have done less damage to the car if you had hit it.”
“But I don’t think the deer would have survived that way. How long do you think it’ll take?”
“About a week. I could get it to you sooner if...”
“A week is fine.” Ohkura smiled pleasantly, fingers tightening possessively around his lover’s shoulders. “There’s no rush.”
“Tacchon...” Ryo whined as they left the workshop.
“What’s wrong Ryo?”
“I won’t have my car for a whole week!”
“No.” Ohkura admitted, letting the arm around the singer’s shoulders drop to his waist. “But you have me, and I have a lovely bed.”
“I can’t drive in that!”
“But you already do.” Ohkura’s lips strayed dangerously close to Ryo’s hypersensitive ears, making the older male shiver. “You drive me mad.”
MK~
Pairing: Ohkura/Ryo.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Dedicated to the fabulous tsubabuns, who has just got her licence and a shiny new car.
Ohkura was seriously regretting letting Ryo record the alarm message for his phone, especially because Ryo had been dark-eyed and insensible with lust at the time. Being woken up every morning by the sounds of Ryo screaming orgasmically only led to the drummer having to take a cold shower, which quite frankly was a crappy way to start the day.
Ohkura had just returned to his room, a towel wrapped around his waist and icy trickles of water dripping down from his hair when Ryo’s voice once again filled the room. This time he was singing. Setting Race as Ohkura’s custom ring tone for whenever he got a call from Ryo had been another of the older boy’s brilliant ideas. Ohkura groaned and answered the phone.
“Hello.”
“Whatcha wearing?”
“A towel.”
“You’ll need more than that. See you in ten.”
The line cut out at the other end ad Ohkura groaned for the third time that morning. Ryo had just got a licence and his own car and the novelty didn’t look like it was going to wear off soon at all. Sure Ohkura didn’t mind spending lots of time with his boyfriend, but he was starting to get sick of Ryo’s periodic impulsive whims to drive to places, just because he could drive there. It didn’t matter if either of them even wanted to go to the places or not, the important thing was that Ryo could drive them there.
Ohkura kicked his wardrobe and the doors flew open. He pulled random clothes out until he found a comfortable pair of soft cotton cargoes and a T-shirt that Yasuda had once insisted he buy. The guitarist had a good eye for clothing. The fit was perfect; flattering and comfortable; and unlike the shirts in Yasu’s wardrobe, it went with all his other clothes by not clashing with them. He didn’t bother with underwear, instead hoping to convince Ryo that he didn’t want to drive halfway across the country today and would much rather spend the day in bed giving Ohkura a live rendition of his alarm tone.
A horn honked outside his window. Grumbling he picked up a jacket, found his keys, wallet and phone and took his time making it to the front door. Ryo had, of course, gotten out of the car and was leaning against it in a manner he obviously considered sexy. Ohkura went straight for the passenger door and climbed in. Failing to notice that Ohkura wasn’t as enthusiastic as he was - probably because Ryo had enough excitement for the both of them - Ryo simply bounded merrily around to his own side and got back in the driver’s seat.
“I think you’ll love the place I picked today.” Ryo informed him. “The scenery’s supposedly really beautiful, and there are some good restaurants.”
“And how is this better than me spending the day in bed screwing your brains out?”
“Tacchon...” Ryo pouted, glancing away from the road for a brief second.
“I’m just not sure why this is going to be any better than the last six places that boasted beautiful scenery and good restaurants.”
“But Tacchon...” Ryo was still too excited to sound as sad as his words made out. “What about the restaurants? Aren’t you hungry?”
“I’m hungry for something else, Ryo.” Ohkura retorted, letting his tone convey the entirely lecherous nature of his craving. One which Ryo miraculously seemed to miss.
“I think this town’s speciality is katsudon.”
“Ryo! In the past month you’ve given me more scenic tours of Woop Woop than blow jobs!”
“But haven’t you had fun?” Ryo asked, a hint of disillusionment starting to creep into his voice.
“Not really, no.” Ohkura replied bluntly. The singer’s shoulders drooped a little. Silence followed for a few minutes, until they reached a long stretch of winding road that cut through intermittent patches of pretty forest. Ryo cooed at the filtered green light. Ohkura groaned, thoroughly bored by that stage. “How far now?” He asked, placing a land on Ryo’s leg and subtly undoing the older male’s zip in the way that got Ryo into trouble rather frequently at work because he didn’t notice.
“About two hours I think.”
Ryo did, however, notice when Ohkura grabbed his crotch and began kneading. Ryo needed both hands for driving, so he couldn’t swat Ohkura’s hands away as they began to work his pants down, and of course Ohkura knew exactly the place to squeeze to make it impossible for Ryo to formulate a coherent request that he please stop doing that while Ryo was driving.
Ohkura’s response was to twist around in his seat, bend down and take Ryo’s involuntary erection in his mouth. Ryo groaned and the car lurched violently to the left. Ohkura repeated the action and the car swerved again, but not quite as violently.
“Tacchon, that’s dangerous.” The singer whimpered, straightening the car up and dropping the speed by a good ten kilometres an hour, going into some kind of damage control for what he now saw as the inevitable.
“You seem to be coping fine.” Ohkura responded from somewhere within the vicinity of Ryo’s now saliva slicked cock, breath ticklishly cool against the warm, wet flesh.
Sure enough Ryo’s driving had become considerably less erratic now that he’d adjusted somewhat to the treatment he was receiving from his entirely too perverted boyfriend. Not that Ryo minded in the slightest that Ohkura was a pervert, because, well, that was one of the biggest things they had in common. However, being blown while driving was pushing the boundaries a little. At least Ohkura has the consideration to keep his actions slow and repetitive, as anything rapid only resulted in Ryo’s car careening across the road and a loud squeak of pure terror.
“Tacchon, please...” Ryo whined, shifting a little in his seat to get more comfortable. “That’s so dangerous...”
“You could always stop the car.”
“Where?” Ryo shot back, exasperated. Ohkura poked his head up and glanced around. They were in another section of forest, where the road was very narrow. To have stopped would have meant blocking off the entire road.
“Oh. Okay.” He ducked his head again and took Ryo’s length fully in his mouth. He decided to be nice and finish Ryo off as quickly as possible so the older boy wouldn’t have to keep complaining for long.
“Tacchon...” Ryo whimpered, his tone possessing a certain musical quality to Ohkura when it was this needy. The drummer sucked harder on his lover’s shaft, bringing a hand between the singer’s legs to rub his balls just the way he loved it.
“Ohkura...”
Ryo was desperate now, his control slipping. Ohkura applied just a little more pressure.
“Tacchon!” Ryo screamed.
Rubber screeched and the car lurched and jolted. Ohkura’s head smacked into the steering wheel and Ryo’s seed spilled everywhere. A little dazed from the impact, Ohkura stuck his head up again. He looked around at their surroundings and then up at his lover. Ryo burst into tears.
“It’s alright, Ryo.” Ohkura soothed, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist before placing a kiss on the older boy’s cheek.
“No it’s not!” Ryo snapped, both hands still stuck firmly on the steering wheel. “I crashed my car.”
“Well, it was probably mostly my fault...” Ohkura mumbled under his breath, low enough that his hysterical boyfriend didn’t hear. He found some tissues in the glove box and began to clean all the little splatters of white off his face and boyfriend’s lap. Ryo stopped crying and sat motionless while he was cleaned off. Finally Ohkura finished and discarded the soiled tissue, placing a kiss on the singer’s lips. The older boy took a few more minutes to respond.
“We should work out where we are.”
Ryo pulled out a map and tried to unfold it, but within the limited space it only got him more frustrated. With a loud growl he flung the door open and stomped around to the bonnet to spread it out there. Luckily the front of the car had escaped almost entirely unscathed, although the back of the car was deeply embedded in the wall of the ditch they’d driven into.
Ohkura watched his boyfriend through the windscreen as he studied the map with grim determination, finger tracing along what he presumed was the route they had taken. He sighed and climbed out of the car to join his boyfriend, wrapping his large frame easily around the smaller boy. Ryo tensed at the first contact, not having noticed Ohkura creeping up behind him. Gradually he relaxed into his lover’s embrace, just as he always did.
The drummer decided to test just exactly how relaxed the older boy was. He spun the smaller boy around in his arms and began kissing him. Ryo didn’t resist as Ohkura’s tongue traced around his lips and sought access to his mouth, still slightly salty from his earlier tears. Ohkura began advancing on him, until Ryo’s legs hit the bonnet and he was forced to lean back. Ryo didn’t seem to mind at all, until Ohkura began tugging at the singer’s pants, still undone from his earlier efforts.
“Tacchon!” Ryo squealed, struggling to get up despite being pinned under the taller boy’s body. “You’ll scratch the paint!”
“Ryo, the back of the car is buried under two feet of scree and you’re worried about risking a couple of scratches on the bonnet?”
Ryo sulked. Ohkura stood up and let the smaller male right himself.
“Well then Ryo, what are we supposed to do? We have absolutely no idea where we are, there’s no one around and I just want to have you.” His voice dropped an octave on the last few words, causing the singer’s eyes to flutter shut and a low whimper to escape his throat.
“Tacchon...”
“You know you want it, Ryo. You want me to fuck you right here on top of your car, with only trees to hear you scream my name as you come all over the shiny paint.”
“Tacchon...!” Tears threatened again and Ohkura wasn’t sure whether Ryo was just upset about being turned on or upset that Ohkura could only ever think about sex, even at a time like this. “I don’t...”
“You don’t what, Ryo?” Ohkura asked tiredly. “And what do you want, if anything?”
“I want to go home.” Ryo sniffled, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.
“Well, we could pretend we were at home so we can have sex.” Ohkura suggested, resting his hands on the older boy’s shoulders. “Would that make you feel better?”
“Is that all you can think about?” Ryo snapped, trying to fight free of the drummer’s grip and only ending up tightly in his embrace, sobbing into his lover’s chest.
“No, it’s just what I think about most of the time.” Ohkura whispered into his lover’s dark tresses as he stroked them soothingly. “And we haven’t had proper sex in nearly a month, Ryo. You can’t fault me for being a little more depraved than normal.”
“I’m sorry.” Ryo apologised, a bitter edge to his voice. “We’ll have sex when we get home. But having sex here isn’t going to get us home.”
“No, but it’ll pass the time waiting for someone to find us. And it’ll make you feel better.”
“How is it going to make me feel better, Ohkura?”
“What, sex doesn’t make you feel better Ryo? Has it been that long that you’ve forgotten how much you like it?”
“No, but...not here Tacchon. Someone might see us and then we’d get into all sorts of trouble.”
“There’s hardly anyone else around, Ryo. And we’re in a ditch; it would be hard for anyone driving by to see us.”
Ohkura pulled his arms tighter around the smaller male, swaying slightly and nuzzling his ear in the way that always made Ryo relax. This time proved to be no exception.
“I still...” Ryo sighed, leaning into the taller male. “I just want to find out where we are. First. Then maybe...I don’t know.”
The drummer gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder before letting him turn around to examine the map again. Ohkura followed Ryo’s body as it bent over the hood, watching over Ryo’s shoulder as the singer traced their route with a finger, and making sure he kept breathing accidentally purposely against Ryo’s ear in the way that usually turned the dark-haired boy on. Ryo eventually found the road they were on and struggled upright.
“I...phone.” Ryo whispered, hobbling over to the car, obviously in some discomfort with the increased blood flow to his groin.
The boot of the car was embedded deeply in the embankment, and of course that was where Ryo’s bag containing his phone was. Ryo opened the back door of the car and leaned in, pulling down the middle seat so he could access the boot. Ohkura leaned on the open door and watched as more and more of the singer’s top half disappeared into the small hole. Ryo’s bottom wiggled as he continued his search, and there was only so much temptation the drummer could take before he had to climb in behind him and pull the door shut.
Ryo startled as Ohkura hands attached themselves to his hips. There was a muffled whimper of pain and Ohkura could only guess that his boyfriend had bumped his head. Ohkura positioned himself behind the singer, sitting awkwardly on the centre console so he could pull Ryo’s pants off. There was another muffled sound which may have been a complaint, but when Ryo tried to wriggle back and found himself unable to move more than a couple of inches, all protests died.
Ohkura smiled, pleased at his lover’s submission. Ohkura wrestled the jeans down the singer’ legs, hooking the fabric underneath the folded-down seat so that Ryo was firmly stuck with his legs apart. The older male was being as cooperative as possible considering his entire top half was lost in the boot, although he was considerably tense in his current predicament. The drummer placed a gentle kiss on the base of his spine, just the way he always did, and Ryo relaxed a little. Through either sheer luck or Ohkura’s on depraved expectancy, there were a couple of packets of lube in his pocket. He set them on Ryo’s back while he pulled his own pants down far enough - not too far so that on the off chance they were caught, they wouldn’t get caught with their pants down.
Ohkura tore the corner off one of the packets and set it back down on the singer’s back. Clear goo seeped out of the corner and Ryo shivered a little. The drummer tapped lightly on Ryo’s pucker with a long finger, watching the muscle contract and eventually relax. He picked up the open packet and squeezed it into the older male. Ryo’s sphincter immediately contracted again and a muffled whimper that was most probably
“Tacchon that’s cold” came from the boot.
“Sorry baby.” Ohkura whispered, kissing the base of Ryo’s tailbone, careful to avoid the small puddle of leaked lubricant. He traced a slow, spiral pattern over Ryo’s hole, smearing the gel around until he was certain Ryo was sufficiently lubricated and relaxed for him to push a finger inside. He gently probed until he found Ryo’s prostate, and then carefully avoided it. Ryo had a bad habit of coming really quickly when Ohkura fingerfucked him from behind like that.
Ohkura decided to progress straight from a single finger to his own cock. There was a groan from the boot, but no other protest. Rather cumbersomely, Ohkura manoeuvred himself into the best position he could behind the singer, resting his knees on the back seat and bracing his feet against the front seats. Ryo shifted a little and growled impatiently. It was too awkward an angle for Ohkura to drop another kiss on the singer’s back, so he gave him a nice hard slap on the arse instead.
Ryo retaliated by squeezing tightly around the drummer’s cock, just a little bit harder than the younger male liked it. Ohkura gasped and thrust hard into the smaller male, and soon the car was filled with grunts and muffled screams of ecstasy. Ohkura had claimed he was going to fuck Ryo through the mattress plenty of times, and even the sofa a few times, but he’s never actually literally fucked Ryo through anything, and it was quite a novel experience.
Beads of sweat began trickling down Ryo’s back from beneath his rucked-up shirt, and had it not been physically impossible and kinda gross, Ohkura would have caught them with his tongue. Instead he braced his hands against the back seat and drove himself even harder into the quivering pile of nerves his boyfriend currently was. Ryo screamed even louder in his prison, arms giving a little, forcing his rump higher towards the drummer.
Ryo’s screams suddenly died and his twitches amplified until there were fully fledged convulsions rolling along his body. A splatter of white fluid graced the folded seat, and knowing Ryo had gotten off was enough for Ohkura to reach his own climax, pulling back so he could come across the singer’s sweaty back with a loud grunt. The taller male leaned back onto the centre console, before deciding that was uncomfortable and turning so he landed in the back seat. He found some tissues and wiped himself off. Ryo seemed to be struggling with his pants caught under the seat still, so Ohkura placed a hand gently on his rump.
“Wait, Ryo.”
Ohkura wasn’t sure if it was his hand or his words that worked, but Ryo stopped struggling for a moment so Ohkura could wipe his back down and free his pants.
“Okay.”
He gave Ryo’s bottom a very light slap. It started wiggling backwards until finally Ryo’s head emerged from the boot. His hair was plastered to his face, but still he wore a triumphant grin.
“I found my phone.” He whispered, somewhat breathless for having been stuck in the boot. Ohkura smiled and brushed a sweaty lock from Ryo’s face so he could place a kiss on the singer’s forehead.
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“So, how did you manage to crash the car like that?” The panel beater asked, walking around the car that had just been towed into his workshop. Ryo, miserable again now that the post-coital bliss had worn off and all he had to show for it was a ruined car, turned red and stared at the floor.
“A deer jumped onto the road.” Ohkura answered smoothly, giving Ryo’s shoulder a supportive squeeze. Ryo looked up at him, confusion written across his face. “We swerved to avoid it, but swerved a little too hard.”
The panel beater raised an eyebrow. A whimper began to form at the back of Ryo’s throat.
“You’d probably have done less damage to the car if you had hit it.”
“But I don’t think the deer would have survived that way. How long do you think it’ll take?”
“About a week. I could get it to you sooner if...”
“A week is fine.” Ohkura smiled pleasantly, fingers tightening possessively around his lover’s shoulders. “There’s no rush.”
“Tacchon...” Ryo whined as they left the workshop.
“What’s wrong Ryo?”
“I won’t have my car for a whole week!”
“No.” Ohkura admitted, letting the arm around the singer’s shoulders drop to his waist. “But you have me, and I have a lovely bed.”
“I can’t drive in that!”
“But you already do.” Ohkura’s lips strayed dangerously close to Ryo’s hypersensitive ears, making the older male shiver. “You drive me mad.”
MK~