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Title: Shower
Pairing: Ohkura/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is a tie-in to Cold Turkey - the part where Ryo and Tacchon were having obvious sex in the showers.
Ryo rubbed his face and stepped into the gakuya, glad to be finished for the day. He wasn’t really exhausted tired, just tired of work and looking forward to getting away from it so he could lie very still for several hours without lots of cameras trained on him. He quickly scanned the room as he strode across it to grab a towel. Maru and Yasu were deep in conversation and, judging by the complete lack of reddening in the bassist’s cheeks, it was an ordinary conversation, probably about instruments or something in that field. Yoko was slumped as low as he could in the lounge, feet resting on the table, eyes closed and earphones in. Shingo was beside him, typing something on his phone that required all his concentration. His boyfriend was in a corner, practising on his special drum. As though sensing the older boy, he looked up and gave one of his smiles that may have actually been a smirk. It was hard to tell. Especially when Ryo was so desperate to get into his pants the second they shut the bedroom door. Ryo gave a slight nod back and continued on towards the showers.
“RYO-CHAN!”
Two hands locked onto his shoulders and some teeth locked onto his earlobe. Ryo yelped and twisted away from his assailant.
“Subaru!” Ryo whined as he bent down to pick up his towel, which he’d dropped in surprise.
“Getting much?”
“Excuse me?”
It wasn’t a call for clarification so much as an exclamation of disbelief, and an expression of his desire that Subaru not got any further with that line of questioning.
“I asked, are you getting much? As in, sex?” Subaru ignored Ryo’s shocked expression and pointed over his shoulder at Ohkura. The drummer quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing. “Is he fucking you properly?”
The room fell dead silent. A drumstick clattered loudly to the floor.
“I...I’m...shower.” Ryo stuttered dumbly. ”Ing. I’m showering now.”
He quickly picked up his towel and ran for the safety of the bathroom, letting hot water wash away the dull sting of the outspoken singer’s blunt words.
After a few minutes Ryo was startled out of his blissful obliviousness by a set of fingers insinuating themselves in his hair and massaging shampoo into his scalp. It didn’t take a glance around for Ryo to know that it was his lover doing that. The older boy purred and relaxed back a little against the other.
“You like this?”
It wasn’t fair, Ryo decided, that his boyfriend’s voice was so deep and sexy.
“Of course.”
“What about this then?”
It wasn’t fair, either, how Ohkura’s fingers were so good at teasing that sensitive spot behind his ear. Ryo yelped and tried to jump away from the drummer, but the taller male had slipped an arm around Ryo’s waist to prevent such an action. Rather too calmly for Ryo’s liking, he rinsed the suds out and began to massage in conditioner. The singer took a deep breath to try and calm himself so he could relax back into his lover’s arms again.
He heard the drummer chuckle softly behind him, but ignored him. After a few minutes he found himself growing almost sleepy.
“Ryo...”
“Mmm?”
“There’s nothing else I can put in your hair.”
Ryo frowned.
Then he remembered something he’d been meaning to tell his lover as soon as they were naked together.
“Ne, Tacchon...” he began, little unsurely, turning off the taps.
“Un?”
“I sorta kinda had a whim earlier.”
“Oh yes?”
Ryo bit his lip anxiously and slowly turned around, not speaking.
Ohkura scanned his lover’s face for a second before scanning the rest of his body. As soon as he’d spotted the change he grinned broadly and dropped to his knees.
“You’ve shaved.” He whispered incredulously, cupping his lover’s newly shorn sac in his hands for a closer look.
“...Yeah.”
“I love it.”
Ohkura continued to marvel at Ryo’s groin, rolling his balls around in his fingertips, marvelling at the velvety smooth skin. After a couple of minutes, he heard a soft
“Tacchon...”
From above him. Glancing up, Ohkura saw that his lover’s face was tight with pleasure, brows knitted together, eyes squeezed shut and lips ever so slightly parted. Chuckling softly, the younger male stood up and placed a kiss on those lips. Ryo hesitated for a moment before surrendering to his lover’s tongue, giving it free roam of his mouth.
Ohkura used the control he’d just gained to push Ryo backwards against the wall, letting the older boy’s legs slide out until they hit the opposite wall, passively bracing him. He then spread his lover’s legs a little so there was room enough for him to kneel between them. The entire time, his hand never left Ryo’s balls.
Once Ryo felt significantly aroused, Ohkura left his lips and began kissing his way downwards, making sure he went via Ryo’s sensitive earlobes to guarantee Ryo’s submission. Ryo whimpered and tilted his head sideways to give his lover better access. Ohkura’s lips didn’t linger long though, before creeping further down to nip at Ryo’s collarbone. The older male whimpered loudly and probably would have collapsed if he hadn’t already fallen as far as he could.
“You’re almost too easy.” Ohkura chuckled as he shifted position to get himself comfortable on the shower floor.
“No I’m not...” Ryo whined, shivering as his lover accidentally slipped and his hair brushed Ryo’s sensitive inner thigh.
“Yes you are.” Ohkura rebutted, speaking deliberately close to Ryo’s groin to tease the other. “I only need to this...” here he swirled his tongue around Ryo’s frenulum “...and you beg me to fuck you.”
“Please...” The singer whimpered, arching up towards his lover’s mouth.
“Please what?” Ohkura questioned innocuously.
“Please Tacchon.”
“Please Tacchon what?”
“Please Tacchon fuck me.”
“No.”
Ryo whined loudly and reached a hand out to try and touch himself, but Ohkura quickly batted his hand away.
“Not until I’ve had a good play with these.”
He lifted Ryo shorn sac to his lips and peppered it with light kisses. Ryo made some other inarticulate sound of pleasure and began to rock his hips, trying to find some friction against his lover’s face. He nearly poked his boyfriend in the eye, and the drummer retaliated by nipping the soft and tender skin.
Ryo gave a loud gurgling scream, but had the sense to stop trying after that. Sure what Ohkura was doing felt nice, but Ryo needed something hard and fast and now.
“Please.”
“No.”
“Please, Tacchon.”
“I said no.”
“Please Tacchon harder.”
The drummer nipped another fold of delicate skin and Ryo howled.
“Is that what you want?”
Ryo shook his head furiously.
“So what do you want?”
“Hard.”
“Like this?”
Ohkura spat on two long fingers and jammed them into his lover. Ryo screamed and threw his head back, smacking it hard against the bathroom wall. He didn’t notice the pain though, too far gone with the pleasure of a part of his lover inside him.
“Did you mean that? Are you sure you didn’t mean this?”
Ohkura bit down on Ryo’s left testicle, lips wrapped around his teeth to cushion the action a little. Ryo screamed again, louder this time, hitting his head so hard that it left him momentarily dazed. With his violent convulsion, the drummer’s fingers shifted inside him, pressing hard against his prostate and sending a shockwave of pleasure over his already overwhelmed mind and making him see stars.
“Which, Ryo? This...” Ohkura scissored his fingers inside the older male “...or this?” He clamped his mouth around Ryo’s right ball.
The raven-haired boy’s answer was to ride Ohkura’s fingers, pumping them in on out of himself the way Tadayoshi was refusing to and squawking with every brush of his sweet spot.
“This is doing nothing for me.” Ohkura complained, pulling his hand away and seemingly deflating the singer. “Get up.”
Ryo blinked.
“Up. On your feet so I can fuck you properly.”
Ryo gave a barely lucid smile as though some part of that sentence had got through to him, yet still didn’t move. Sighing, Ohkura hauled his lover to his feet and positioned him with his legs wide, hands supporting him against the shower wall. Ryo wobbled for a second but managed to stay upright.
Ohkura spat on his fingers once more for lubrication, rubbing them over Ryo’s hole before burying himself deep in the smaller male. All the air was knocked from Ryo’s body, escaping as a happy sigh.
The next breath was a whimper. The subsequent three were moans. Then the screaming started, getting louder and louder, echoing off the tiled walls and filling the room with the sound of the singer’s ecstasy.
Ryo didn’t last another full minute. A breathless scream escaped his lips and his whole body withered. Had Ohkura’s arms not been around him he would have fallen forwards. A few final waves of pleasure washed over Ryo’s senses as his lover thrust into him a few more times and came sedately.
It always surprised Ryo how peaceful his boyfriend’s orgasms were. If it weren’t for the tell-tale sticky white fluid, Ryo doubted he would be able to tell when they happened half the time.
After a few minutes of loose embracing, the two boys pulled apart. Ryo turned the taps on again so they could get cleaned up again quickly. After some experimentation, they found that it was easier to dry off and get dressed when they didn’t try to help each other.
Relaxed and rejuvenated, the pair sauntered back into the dressing room, expecting to find everyone still there, unwitting of what just happened. Ryo was rather disappointed to find only Yoko in the room, hastily packing his bag.
“Where is everyone?” The singer asked as nonchalantly as he could, passing Yoko his wallet, which had fallen out of his pocket on the couch. Yoko turned and stared at them, looking downright unamused.
“They all went home.” He sneered, snatching his wallet off the dark-haired boy. “They decided they could wait until they got home before they had sex.”
MK~
Pairing: Ohkura/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is a tie-in to Cold Turkey - the part where Ryo and Tacchon were having obvious sex in the showers.
Ryo rubbed his face and stepped into the gakuya, glad to be finished for the day. He wasn’t really exhausted tired, just tired of work and looking forward to getting away from it so he could lie very still for several hours without lots of cameras trained on him. He quickly scanned the room as he strode across it to grab a towel. Maru and Yasu were deep in conversation and, judging by the complete lack of reddening in the bassist’s cheeks, it was an ordinary conversation, probably about instruments or something in that field. Yoko was slumped as low as he could in the lounge, feet resting on the table, eyes closed and earphones in. Shingo was beside him, typing something on his phone that required all his concentration. His boyfriend was in a corner, practising on his special drum. As though sensing the older boy, he looked up and gave one of his smiles that may have actually been a smirk. It was hard to tell. Especially when Ryo was so desperate to get into his pants the second they shut the bedroom door. Ryo gave a slight nod back and continued on towards the showers.
“RYO-CHAN!”
Two hands locked onto his shoulders and some teeth locked onto his earlobe. Ryo yelped and twisted away from his assailant.
“Subaru!” Ryo whined as he bent down to pick up his towel, which he’d dropped in surprise.
“Getting much?”
“Excuse me?”
It wasn’t a call for clarification so much as an exclamation of disbelief, and an expression of his desire that Subaru not got any further with that line of questioning.
“I asked, are you getting much? As in, sex?” Subaru ignored Ryo’s shocked expression and pointed over his shoulder at Ohkura. The drummer quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing. “Is he fucking you properly?”
The room fell dead silent. A drumstick clattered loudly to the floor.
“I...I’m...shower.” Ryo stuttered dumbly. ”Ing. I’m showering now.”
He quickly picked up his towel and ran for the safety of the bathroom, letting hot water wash away the dull sting of the outspoken singer’s blunt words.
After a few minutes Ryo was startled out of his blissful obliviousness by a set of fingers insinuating themselves in his hair and massaging shampoo into his scalp. It didn’t take a glance around for Ryo to know that it was his lover doing that. The older boy purred and relaxed back a little against the other.
“You like this?”
It wasn’t fair, Ryo decided, that his boyfriend’s voice was so deep and sexy.
“Of course.”
“What about this then?”
It wasn’t fair, either, how Ohkura’s fingers were so good at teasing that sensitive spot behind his ear. Ryo yelped and tried to jump away from the drummer, but the taller male had slipped an arm around Ryo’s waist to prevent such an action. Rather too calmly for Ryo’s liking, he rinsed the suds out and began to massage in conditioner. The singer took a deep breath to try and calm himself so he could relax back into his lover’s arms again.
He heard the drummer chuckle softly behind him, but ignored him. After a few minutes he found himself growing almost sleepy.
“Ryo...”
“Mmm?”
“There’s nothing else I can put in your hair.”
Ryo frowned.
Then he remembered something he’d been meaning to tell his lover as soon as they were naked together.
“Ne, Tacchon...” he began, little unsurely, turning off the taps.
“Un?”
“I sorta kinda had a whim earlier.”
“Oh yes?”
Ryo bit his lip anxiously and slowly turned around, not speaking.
Ohkura scanned his lover’s face for a second before scanning the rest of his body. As soon as he’d spotted the change he grinned broadly and dropped to his knees.
“You’ve shaved.” He whispered incredulously, cupping his lover’s newly shorn sac in his hands for a closer look.
“...Yeah.”
“I love it.”
Ohkura continued to marvel at Ryo’s groin, rolling his balls around in his fingertips, marvelling at the velvety smooth skin. After a couple of minutes, he heard a soft
“Tacchon...”
From above him. Glancing up, Ohkura saw that his lover’s face was tight with pleasure, brows knitted together, eyes squeezed shut and lips ever so slightly parted. Chuckling softly, the younger male stood up and placed a kiss on those lips. Ryo hesitated for a moment before surrendering to his lover’s tongue, giving it free roam of his mouth.
Ohkura used the control he’d just gained to push Ryo backwards against the wall, letting the older boy’s legs slide out until they hit the opposite wall, passively bracing him. He then spread his lover’s legs a little so there was room enough for him to kneel between them. The entire time, his hand never left Ryo’s balls.
Once Ryo felt significantly aroused, Ohkura left his lips and began kissing his way downwards, making sure he went via Ryo’s sensitive earlobes to guarantee Ryo’s submission. Ryo whimpered and tilted his head sideways to give his lover better access. Ohkura’s lips didn’t linger long though, before creeping further down to nip at Ryo’s collarbone. The older male whimpered loudly and probably would have collapsed if he hadn’t already fallen as far as he could.
“You’re almost too easy.” Ohkura chuckled as he shifted position to get himself comfortable on the shower floor.
“No I’m not...” Ryo whined, shivering as his lover accidentally slipped and his hair brushed Ryo’s sensitive inner thigh.
“Yes you are.” Ohkura rebutted, speaking deliberately close to Ryo’s groin to tease the other. “I only need to this...” here he swirled his tongue around Ryo’s frenulum “...and you beg me to fuck you.”
“Please...” The singer whimpered, arching up towards his lover’s mouth.
“Please what?” Ohkura questioned innocuously.
“Please Tacchon.”
“Please Tacchon what?”
“Please Tacchon fuck me.”
“No.”
Ryo whined loudly and reached a hand out to try and touch himself, but Ohkura quickly batted his hand away.
“Not until I’ve had a good play with these.”
He lifted Ryo shorn sac to his lips and peppered it with light kisses. Ryo made some other inarticulate sound of pleasure and began to rock his hips, trying to find some friction against his lover’s face. He nearly poked his boyfriend in the eye, and the drummer retaliated by nipping the soft and tender skin.
Ryo gave a loud gurgling scream, but had the sense to stop trying after that. Sure what Ohkura was doing felt nice, but Ryo needed something hard and fast and now.
“Please.”
“No.”
“Please, Tacchon.”
“I said no.”
“Please Tacchon harder.”
The drummer nipped another fold of delicate skin and Ryo howled.
“Is that what you want?”
Ryo shook his head furiously.
“So what do you want?”
“Hard.”
“Like this?”
Ohkura spat on two long fingers and jammed them into his lover. Ryo screamed and threw his head back, smacking it hard against the bathroom wall. He didn’t notice the pain though, too far gone with the pleasure of a part of his lover inside him.
“Did you mean that? Are you sure you didn’t mean this?”
Ohkura bit down on Ryo’s left testicle, lips wrapped around his teeth to cushion the action a little. Ryo screamed again, louder this time, hitting his head so hard that it left him momentarily dazed. With his violent convulsion, the drummer’s fingers shifted inside him, pressing hard against his prostate and sending a shockwave of pleasure over his already overwhelmed mind and making him see stars.
“Which, Ryo? This...” Ohkura scissored his fingers inside the older male “...or this?” He clamped his mouth around Ryo’s right ball.
The raven-haired boy’s answer was to ride Ohkura’s fingers, pumping them in on out of himself the way Tadayoshi was refusing to and squawking with every brush of his sweet spot.
“This is doing nothing for me.” Ohkura complained, pulling his hand away and seemingly deflating the singer. “Get up.”
Ryo blinked.
“Up. On your feet so I can fuck you properly.”
Ryo gave a barely lucid smile as though some part of that sentence had got through to him, yet still didn’t move. Sighing, Ohkura hauled his lover to his feet and positioned him with his legs wide, hands supporting him against the shower wall. Ryo wobbled for a second but managed to stay upright.
Ohkura spat on his fingers once more for lubrication, rubbing them over Ryo’s hole before burying himself deep in the smaller male. All the air was knocked from Ryo’s body, escaping as a happy sigh.
The next breath was a whimper. The subsequent three were moans. Then the screaming started, getting louder and louder, echoing off the tiled walls and filling the room with the sound of the singer’s ecstasy.
Ryo didn’t last another full minute. A breathless scream escaped his lips and his whole body withered. Had Ohkura’s arms not been around him he would have fallen forwards. A few final waves of pleasure washed over Ryo’s senses as his lover thrust into him a few more times and came sedately.
It always surprised Ryo how peaceful his boyfriend’s orgasms were. If it weren’t for the tell-tale sticky white fluid, Ryo doubted he would be able to tell when they happened half the time.
After a few minutes of loose embracing, the two boys pulled apart. Ryo turned the taps on again so they could get cleaned up again quickly. After some experimentation, they found that it was easier to dry off and get dressed when they didn’t try to help each other.
Relaxed and rejuvenated, the pair sauntered back into the dressing room, expecting to find everyone still there, unwitting of what just happened. Ryo was rather disappointed to find only Yoko in the room, hastily packing his bag.
“Where is everyone?” The singer asked as nonchalantly as he could, passing Yoko his wallet, which had fallen out of his pocket on the couch. Yoko turned and stared at them, looking downright unamused.
“They all went home.” He sneered, snatching his wallet off the dark-haired boy. “They decided they could wait until they got home before they had sex.”
MK~