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Oh wow, haven't posted here in a while @_@
Right then, this isn't Shonentachi fic, but it's blatantly for all the do-S!Sanapi lovers out there.
Title: Trailers.
Characters: Sanazawa + Kishi. Appearance of MiyaNabe at the end.
Rating: NC-17. It's just 7000 words of PWP.
Warnings: Spanking, handjob, intercrural (thigh job, wtf), snowballing... and other fun stuff. Light bondage and D/s.
Other stuff: Based on this prompt from the last fic meme, though Sanada kinda refused to take a back seat for most of this. Hope that's OK, Anon-san. Also, I tried to keep it fun and kinky rather than dark or violent. So, uh, yeah, Idk. With do-S!Sanapi running around, I'm not at all sure I hit the balance right *sweats*
The tour was full of routines. Of course, just when you thought you knew it all, something unexpected would fly at you. Kishi felt that he’d readjusted to the life of a working Junior pretty quickly. There were definitely some things that could still smack him in the back of the head though. Figuratively speaking. Usually, figuratively speaking, anyway.
A perfect example was Nozawa Yuuki. Hindsight being 20:20, Kishi supposed he ought to have heard the scare quotes when Nozawa invited him to “come watch a movie” in he and Sanada’s room. He probably ought to have had an inkling that what Nozawa meant to say was, “Sanapi’s ignoring me and I feel like groping you on the floor.” Which was another question, not that Kishi thought about it. Fine if they were just going to kick back and watch a movie, but if they were going to be making out, then why where they doing it at the foot of the bed? For one, it meant that he hit his head every time that Nozawa pulled his hair (which was often). For another, with no sheets to grip, Kishi was fairly certain that the moment he lost it and came all over Nozawa’s stomach was going to come really very soon. Which would be all kinds of lame since they’d hardly gotten anywhere yet. As if reading Kishi’s mind, Nozawa took his hands and placed them on his waist. After a seconds hesitation, Kishi dug his nails in. Nozawa purred, a soft vibration against Kishi’s skin. Permission duly given (Kishi hoped), he got bolder. He ran his hands over Nozawa’s back and thighs, pinched his ass - he wanted to give a little back when Nozawa had been able to drive him so close to the edge do easily. Nozawa giggled. Kishi wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Hopefully good.
Nozawa, for his part, after delving into Kishi’s sweatpants and stroking him to hardness, had straddled him and, apparently, become kind of obsessed with Kishi’s neck. Kishi wasn’t complaining. Nozawa alternated licking and sucking on his neck and collarbone with nipping his skin; softly, yet hard enough to make Kishi hiss. At the same time, Nozawa was doing frankly awesome things with those pretty hands of his - playing with Kishi’s nipples, tugging his hair as if to remind him who was in control here, scratching and massaging Kishi’s thighs like the damn cocktease Nozawa not-unexpectedly was.
Finally, Nozawa began working down to lick Kishi’s nipples. Biting his lip and willing himself not to come too soon, Kishi dug his nails into Nozawa’s hips. It was like this, the scent of the older boy’s shampoo filling Kishi’s head, that Kishi heard the rattle of the door handle. Nozawa either didn’t hear or chose to ignore it. Kishi had just enough time to pray that not all the things Noeru said about Snowmen were true, before Sanada appeared in the doorway. Kishi didn’t know what he expected Sanada to do in that situation. Stand and stare with a vaguely put out expression probably wasn’t it. Grab his partner by the shirt, lift him up and throw him on the bed definitely wasn’t it.
“Fucking hell!” Kishi exclaimed, scrambling to stand up and sort out his clothes. By now, Sanada and Nozawa were both sitting on the bed. Sanada knelt behind Nozawa, holding Nozawa’s arm behind his back so he couldn’t move and sliding a hand around Nozawa’s neck.
“What is it with you and not waiting?” Sanada growled.
“I did wait. He’s barely even touched me yet,” Nozawa shot back, voice coming out as a hoarse whisper.
To be blunt, Kishi was sort of seriously freaking out right about then and wishing he was back in his room listening to Takada Sho and Anderson ramble about AKB48. Gradually, though, the initial rush of adrenaline cleared and he really saw Nozawa’s face and the look of utter lust that was there. Why, he demanded of himself for what would not be the last time that night, had he not heeded Noeru’s rantings.
Without unhanding his partner, Sanada looked up at Kishi. There was something in that cold, intense gaze that sent a delicious shiver up Kishi’s spine..
“Like what you see?” Sanada asked lightly. He got up, forcibly throwing Nozawa onto the mattress. Nozawa grunted, then rolled on to his side to get a good view. He looked, Kishi thought, every bit the happy, perverted cat.
“Because,” Sanada continued, slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he strode over to stand in front of Kishi, “You seem like you like what you see.”
He yanked Kishi’s sweatpants down enough to reveal his still hard cock. Kishi turned bright red. Nozawa giggled again. Sanada stepped back, giving Kishi’s body a long considering stare.
“Hey, Yuuki,” he called at last, “Do you still have that thing from the other night?”
“That…?” Nozawa puzzled, picking himself up to lean on his elbow, “Oh, that thing? Of course.”
“Good. Go get it,” and Nozawa hopped off the bed and padded over to the hotel room’s small closet. “Take your clothes off while you’re at it,” Sanada added as an afterthought, making Nozawa laugh lightly. Kishi heard the whisper of fabric against skin. On instinct, he tried to turn his head, but Sanada held his face to stop him from looking.
“Not yet.” Sanada told him. Kishi thought briefly about how it was possibly a good thing that he hadn’t been in Shonentachi last year because, oh fuck, that voice was deadly. His subconscious decided to jeer at him by sending him visions of what it’d be like to have Sanada throw him down and bite his neck. That’s when he felt silk being slid across his fluttering eyes. Maybe it was a scarf, or even something that had come off a sempai’s costume. Kishi couldn’t tell. He felt himself tremble, a mix of fear and anticipation.
“Is it OK?” he heard Nozawa ask curiously.
“Hmm… Yeah, he can’t see. Can you, Kishi?” Sanada gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. Kishi opened his mouth to speak, but ended up just shaking his head, the words not agreeing to come out.
“Cool. Come on.” Sanada held his hand and led him away. Obediently, Kishi followed. Sanada brought him to a stop after a few steps with a hand on his arm. “Oh yeah, and would you mind taking your pants off? That’d be awesome.” Kishi kicked them off without hesitation. With a few words and a few tugs in the right direction, Sanada had him kneeling up on the bed. Kishi couldn’t make out anything through his blindfold except the glow of the bedside lamp. He sensed more than saw Sanada near by. Squeezing his eyes shut, Kishi tried to force his heartbeat to slow down. Kishi could hardly believe himself, but he was itching to find out what would happen next. Disappointingly, Sanada’s weight left the bed. Kishi heard him stroll over to Nozawa.
“And you,” Sanada declared, “Seriously need to learn to wait.”
The sound of a belt being unbuckled and whipped off. Kishi had to bite his lip to stop himself whining. Well that was a development. Kishi guessed it wasn’t that unexpected given everything else that was happening. With no way to watch, his imagination assaulted him with images: Nozawa bending over, reluctant, yet excited; Sanada would hold his partner’s arms in place like earlier; snap the belt between his hands; bring it down in one rapid motion and there’d be a red mark on Nozawa’s pale skin. Back in the real world, Sanada did snap the belt between his hands and Kishi didn’t bother trying to hide the whimper.
“Hands behind your back, Yuuki,” Sanada instructed. Kishi could hear the note of amusement in his voice. After that… not much? Shuffling, the noise of skin on skin, Nozawa making a small noise when Sanada must have pushed him some way he hadn’t expected, the cool sound of a leather belt being slid into place.
“There. Is it tight enough?” Sanada enquired.
“It’ll hold,” Nozawa assured him.
So Sanada has just used the belt to keep Nozawa’s wrists together… What, Kishi asked himself (not for the first or last time that night), was wrong with him? Was he really feeling disappointed that no one had been spanked?
As if on cue, “Hey,” Nozawa piped up, “Do you think Kishi’s looking kinda sour?”
“Probably just feeling left out,” Sanada suggested. Kishi heard Sanada pat Nozawa’ s shoulder , then both of them padding closer. “Oh. Or maybe he thought I was going to spank you,” Sanada murmured, obviously enjoying himself. He punctuated his words with a light slap to Nozawa’s ass.
“Do that to me when anyone’s around and I’ll bite your dick off, oh love of my life,” Nozawa retorted. (Great. Now Kishi was stuck picturing how they’d be doing that to each other if he were gone).
“Besides,” Nozawa added as Sanada helped him onto the bed - away from Kishi, judging by how the mattress shifted under Kishi’s knees - “How do you know he wasn’t hoping you’d spank him?”
“Huh…” Sanada mused, “Do you want to be spanked, Kishi?”
Behind the blindfold, Kishi’s eyes shot open. He impressed himself by managing to jabber some nonsense, some of which was actual words, before Sanada and Nozawa started chuckling. He clamped his mouth and eyes tight shut.
“I guess that’s a ‘no’ for now,” Nozawa joked. Kishi could just see that mocking, lop-sided grin.
Still chuckling, Sanada climbed onto the bed. He held both of Kishi’s arms lightly and leaned in close. He talked like normal - quiet and conversational. There was an icy edge to it though, that grew more apparent as he went on.
“Sorry, there’s just one more thing. You see, Kishi, I know that Yuuki knows how to wait. He just chooses to forget sometimes. But you,” - Sanada’s nails sank into his arm - “You’re kind of a mystery right now. And, ok, long story short, if I see you playing with Yuuki again, I’ll make it so you can’t sit down for a week.”
Kishi gulped. He nodded weakly.
“U- Understood.”
“Awesome,” Sanada cheered, back to his old, familiar self. Kishi felt more cool, silky fabric, this time being slid around the base of his cock. He grabbed his own ankles to stop himself from jerking away instinctually. Sanada began to tighten the fabric.
“Tell me as soon as it starts to hurt,” he whispered into Kishi’s ear. His hot breath made Kishi’s skin tingle.
“Now. Fuck, definitely now,” he squeaked as soon as the makeshift cockring was as tight as he could bare. His hands shot out to hold onto Sanada’s shoulders for support. Sanada, once he had Kishi all tied up (a hair looser than Kishi had told him, for which Kishi was thankful), pulled the boy closer. Kishi felt Sanada smile against the tender skin of his neck. Sanada kissed him a few times where Nozawa had been. He slipped his hands down Kishi’s back to stroke his ass. Kishi’s head was swimming. The blindfold made every sensation ten times more intense. He felt like he was holding on for dear life, gripping Sanada’s shoulders till his fingers hurt.
All of a sudden, Sanada’s fists clenched in Kishi’s hair and Kishi’s head was jerked back violently. Kishi gasped and Sanada claimed his mouth for a rough kiss. Even when they pulled apart, Kishi panting for breath and with bruised lips, Sanada didn’t let go of Kishi’s head. He pulled him this way and that - now sucking on his collarbone, now playfully biting Kishi’s nipples. Eventually, Kishi gave up any thoughts of resistance. Why not let Sanada let treat him like a rag doll if he was going to be treated in such a perfectly nasty fashion? With that blindfold on, he felt like another person. A thrill ran through his whole body when he thought about Nozawa watching what his boyfriend was doing to another guy.
Sanada must have been judging Kishi’s reactions, because only now did he start to force the boy’s head downwards. Slowly and surely. Just enough pressure on Kishi’s neck to let him now he didn’t have a say in proceeding, not so much as to hurt (too much). Without needing to be told, Kishi opened his mouth for Sanada’s cock. He licked the tip experimentally, getting a feel for the taste, for the sensation of having it in his mouth. He’d only done this once before - and that had been a fumble with Takada Sho the results of which Kishi did not wish to remember. Sanada had switched to stroking his hair. Kishi figured that was at least not a bad sign. This position was kind of tough though. He was bent over so much he couldn’t breathe well and he could feel his own hard, aching cock against his stomach. All in all, he decided, best to get this over with quickly.
Kishi slid both hands down to Sanada’s thighs and pushed himself up a little. Sanada let him, leaving one hand resting on the back of Kishi’s neck like a reminder. Kishi squirmed around just enough to give himself a better, easier angle. He swooped back down, taking as much of Sanada’s cock in his mouth as he could. And, ok, so now he felt like he was liable to pass out any second. However, the thought of Sanada and Nozawa laughing at him spurred him to keep trying - bobbing his head up and down in a jerky rhythm, scared his teeth would touch Sanada’s cock as it slid in and out of his mouth. He heard a low chuckle that could have been either Snowman. Sanada’s fingers were in his hair, gentler this time, massaging small circles where he’d been rough earlier. Next, Sanada lifted Kishi up a short way till only his head was in Kishi’s mouth.
“Right there,” he clarified, “Lick it.”
Kishi did as he was told. He tried swirling his tongue around the tip - and liked the groan that rumbled from deep in Sanada’s throat. After that, he tried licking the underside of Sanada’s cock. Honestly, now that he wasn’t chocking himself, he was starting to like this whole cock sucking business. The weight and taste of Sanada’s dick in his mouth was like nothing else. Perhaps it was the blindfold making Kishi’s remaining senses go crazy, but he felt like he was picking up every shiver of pleasure Sanada made and he was loving being the one to cause them (even if his own cock was getting into ‘painfully hard’ territory).
Kishi started to dwell more on what he wanted to do, what he’d want done to himself. In between just licking Sanada all around, he tried out attempting to get his tongue between the head and the foreskin. Which turned out to be a lot of fun. Almost too much fun. After a short while, Sanada’s fingers clenched tighter in Kishi’s hair. Sanada took complete control, bringing Kishi’s head up and down as fast and far as he wanted. Kishi just shut his eyes tight and concentrated very hard on breathing through his nose. He could feel Sanada’s cock getting bigger and harder in his mouth. How, Kishi flailed inwardly, was anyone supposed to get that whole thing in their mouth? That, unfortunately, set him thinking about Nozawa and those wicked lips of his and how he’d like to kiss them and bite them and fuck Nozawa’s mouth just like Sanada was fucking his. He wondered what kind of punishment Sanada would mete out for that. Maybe then he’d get that spanking his subconscious was apparently longing for.
As suddenly as it started, it stopped. Sanada drew him up by the hair and growled an order at him to get on all fours. Disorientated and dizzy, Kishi obeyed - he was making a habit of that tonight.
Sanada climbed off the bed - making Kishi almost lose his balance. With a few more words and a few nudges in the right direction, Sanada had Kishi exactly where he wanted him. The boy was on his knees. He knew he was in front of Nozawa, but he couldn’t tell how close. It could have been a short distance, it could have been close enough for Nozawa to cockwhip him. Kishi considered asking Nozawa. Straight away, it occurred to him that that was the sort of thing Sanada was likely to punish him for. So obviously,
“Hey, Nokkun,” he asked, voice a little pained and a little daring, “How close are we?”
The only response he got from Nozawa was a strangled groan of “Oh fuck…” It seemed Nozawa wasn’t holding up too well either. Kishi, who felt like he was reaching a state of zen about his painfully ignored cock, had to wonder at Nozawa’s willpower, having a boyfriend like this. Kishi was knocked out of his wonderments by a short, sharp smack on his ass.
“I wouldn’t ask him,” Sanada stated simply, “I’ll show you if you like though.” There was a devilish lilt to Sanada’s voice that made Kishi shake and, he realised seconds after it had happened, made Nozawa whimper. OK, that, he thought in the moments before he felt Sanada’s fingers lace through his hair, was maybe not a great indication of things to come.
Not too roughly - though, as usual, not accepting any discussion on the matter - Sanada, with one had on Kishi’s shoulder and the other still in his hair, made the boy tip forward. It was a very short distance - just a few centimetres - before Kishi could feel Nozawa’s cock against his face. Had these two, he pondered (in so far as he was capable of thinking anything, let alone pondering it), had they awaken some sort of pervert instinct that had lain dormant till that night? With no hesitation, Kishi took Nozawa’s head into his mouth. He started lapping at the delicate skin just like he had with Sanada earlier. A string of muttered curses was all the response he got from Nozawa. Sanada let go of Kishi. The weight shifted on the bed. Kishi pictured Sanada about to kneel beside Nozawa. Maybe Sanada would wrap a hand around Nozawa’s throat like earlier. Maybe he’d take hold of Nozawa’s chin, forcing his partner to look at him. Maybe he’d kiss Nozawa, hard and possessive, and Nozawa would struggle at the belt that was binding his wrists together… Without noticing it, Kishi had started bobbing his head faster, wanting more and more of Nozawa’s cock, whether he could handle it or not.
There was a murmuring above him. Kishi was too lost in his really, fucking nice dreams to concentrate. It must have been Sanada because next thing Kishi heard Nozawa - breathing shallow, voice cracked with frustration,
“No. Oh fuck you. No. I swear.”
“Fuck me?” Sanada sounded amused. His weigh left the bed.
“Oh god. Fuck you. Fuck this guy. I don’t care. Just make it stop.”
“Meh. If you’re sure you’d rather wait…” Before you could say ‘do-S‘, Sanada’s hands clasped Kishi’s shoulders and he was thrown backwards. Kishi found himself lying across the bed, once again confused and disorientated. He could see the yellow glow of the lamp to his left and a shadow that he thought must have been Nozawa, whose panting breath he could hear clearly.
One of Kishi’s arms was hanging off the side of the bed. When he felt Sanada’s hands on him, Kishi let himself be manhandled back into position. Sanada had him on all fours with his legs together. He climbed up behind Kishi and smoothed oiled up hands all over Kishi’s back, his ass and his thighs. Where and when on earth Sanada had obtained the oil, Kishi didn’t know. It could have been while Kishi’s ears were still ringing from being yanked away from Nozawa’s cock. Either way, it was kind of all types of awesome. The tingle from not knowing where Sanada would touch next. The shiver when the oil first hit his bare skin and how amazingly hot it became as Sanada massaged him. Of course the blindfold, heightening all his senses, only made it that much more mind-blowing. Kishi gasped when, finally, he felt Sanada’s cock between his legs. Which was an unexpected kind of a development… Not, Kishi decided as Sanada thrust slowly and rhythmically into his thighs, an unpleasant one.
He experimented with tightening his muscles. Sanada rewarded him with a chuckle and a pinched ass.
“Keep that up.”
Which Kishi did. Sometimes Sanada didn’t react. Other times he treated Kishi by massaging his thighs or slapping his ass or pulling his hair. Occasionally, he’d even stroke a hand down Kishi’s aching, bound cock - making Kishi whimper and shake. Sanada kept up the slow, steady rhythm though, hardly quickening his pace at all.
“How are you, Yuuki?” Sanada questioned. Kishi quivered - that voice; part friendly, like Sanada’s usual self; part deadly, like there’s no ’maybe’ about whether or not you’re going to obey. That voice was amazing.
“Never better,” Nozawa replied breezily, though anyone could hear the need in his voice.
“Sure you don’t want to switch, Baby?” Sanada dragged his nails down Kishi’s back. Kishi whimpered. So did Nozawa.
“Don’t underestimate me, Sanapi,” Nozawa warned.
Sanada laughed and sped up, fucking Kishi’s thighs with a delightful smack each time.
“You see, Kishi,” he explained, “Yuuki right now wants to prove himself. So despite his active imagination - how he’d picturing right now every little thing you’re experiencing - and despite how much he likes to use his hands,” - Here, Sanada wrapped a hand around Kishi’s shaft and pumped a few times before letting go again. Kishi moaned in pleasure and pain. That tie was starting to become real tight. Nozawa, above him, didn’t quite manage to suppress his own reaction. - “Despite all that, he’s going to come precisely when I tell him to and not a moment sooner. Isn’t that right, you dirty slut?”
“Yes,” Nozawa growled, “Oh god… yes.”
And that made Kishi feel pretty good. He could hear how much Nozawa wanted to be exactly where he was. Only, perhaps not exactly, since these two were evidently more experienced. Nozawa’s wrists would still be bound. In face, Kishi imagined, Sanada would have given him the belt. Nozawa’d even have a gag and he’d bite down and squirm every time Sanada lashed him really hard. Then, when his ass was all covered in red welts, Sanada would bend him over and use the oil to soothe and massage Nozawa’s thighs and his abused ass. Next, maybe Nozawa wouldn’t even be on all fours. Sanada could lie him on his back so Nozawa would be able to bend those long legs over Sanada’s broad shoulders. Then Sanada would lick and fuck his ass. Except, first he’d have to tie Nozawa’s wrists to the headboard. That way Nozawa could try to grab onto it to steady himself while Sanada fucked him hard. And Nozawa definitely liked to be fucked hard. He’d clamp his teeth into the gag, wordlessly begging Sanada to keep going.
“You ready to come?” Sanada whispered, leaning over to be closer to him. Kishi jerked out of his delusions, face turning scarlet. These two had him figured right out.
“Uh… Uh-huh,” he managed.
“Make him say please,” Nozawa demanded, voice strained.
Sanada yanked Kishi’s hair.
“You heard the man.”
“P-Please. Fuck. Please. Let me…” he stuttered. Sanada laughed again. He manoeuvred Kishi until the boy was back sitting on his knees. Kishi heard Nozawa moving too, but he was rather too preoccupied to give it any thought. For the last time, he felt Sanada’s finger - a little rough from dance practice, slick from the oil - around his shaft. One hand stroked him quickly. The other deftly undid the tie. As soon as that pressure was gone, Kishi couldn’t control himself. He reached back, desperately clasping onto Sanada’s arm and digging his nails in. A shudder wracked his body as he came.
He flopped back, resting in Sanada’s arms. He didn’t know how long. He felt like he was floating, head swimming in hot, perverted clouds. His eyes began to flutter shut - the sensation of his eyelashes against the blindfold like a thousand butterflies dancing around his head. Patting Kishi’s hip, Sanada laid his chin on the boy’s shoulder.
“Want the blindfold off, Kishi?” Sanada asked in a disarmingly conversational tone of voice.
“Um…. Sure,” Kishi spoke haltingly, blinking as he attempted to pull himself back to reality. Sanada undid the knot quickly and the blindfold fell away. For once that night, Kishi’s imagination had nothing on reality. As the room came back into focus, he found Nozawa bowed down in front of him - ass in the air, bored expression, Kishi’s cum all over his face.
“Can I clean him up yet?” Nozawa sighed, peering up at Sanada. Sanada snorted. Kishi guessed Sanada wasn’t exactly falling for his boyfriend’s ‘uninterested’ act.
“This guy is the least of your problems, slut. Don’t you want to get cleaned up yourself?”
Nozawa shrugged, though Kishi caught the tiny smile that flashed across his features. He picked himself up in one fluid movement. Sanada sat on the bed, somewhere behind Kishi. Even though Nozawa was the fully naked one, Kishi felt a whole new kind of exposed. Eyeing him up, Nozawa jerked his head, gesturing for Kishi to come closer.
“Lick it off,” he ordered. Not to break a habit, Kishi obeyed.
“And try not to swallow.”
It was weird, to say the least. Dealing with the sweet taste a sticky texture of his own cum while neither swallowing not gagging was an issue. Also, Kishi had never, to the best of his recollection, licked another person’s cheek. Nor had he ever kissed anyone’s nose. For that matter, he never would have conceived that doing either of the above to someone could make them moan as wantonly as Nozawa was doing right then. Feeling himself to be all clean, Nozawa, with a satisfied smile, kissed Kishi’s mouth. It was hard, despite Nozawa being the one tied up, and needy. Kishi - whose bones felt like liquid from his orgasm - was more than willing to let Nozawa do whatever. His arms draped loosely around Nozawa’s shoulders, he sank into the kiss. Kishi heard himself coo when Nozawa’s tongue entered him. The tall boy licked and sucked at his mouth, intent on getting every drop of Kishi’s spunk he could. When he had and was bored with violating Kishi’s mouth, he turned his head. His attention was back on his partner. Although a tad put out at first, Kishi figured it was his time to watch. He crawled away to curl up happily on the pillows where he had a good view.
Sanada had been lying back on his elbows, enjoying the show. Nozawa knelt above him. For some seconds, nothing happened. It appeared they were just gazing at each other. However, Kishi bit by bit remembered something Noeru had said about ‘The Eye Contact Thing’ and how it was further proof that all Snowmen were weird beyond measure. Then Sanada’s small twitch, Nozawa’s flick of his hair, the easy smile that settled on Sanada’s features and the appearance of Nozawa’s trademark lop-sided smirk… All those tiny things seemed like maybe they made this whole other kind of sense that Kishi could only begin to comprehend. And It was kind of weird. And Kishi wondered seriously when Noeru had formed his theories and truly hoped it wasn’t on a night that at all resembled the one Kishi was currently engaged in.
Following some invisible cue, Sanada got up on his knees. Holding Nozawa’s face in his hands, he gently pulled his boyfriend closer. Not having anyway to balance himself, Nozawa collapsed into Sanada’s arms. Sanada tilted the boy’s chin and they kissed. (Kishi suppressed a snicker. He wanted to know if that kind of thing made Sanada feel momentarily taller). The kiss was passionate and deep. Kishi could hear intermittent little throaty purrs, but could never tell which one of them was making them. Understanding smacked him in the head only after a few seconds that they were snowballing his cum between each other. He’d already been starting to get hard again, but that realisation really made the blood rush to his cock and his hand, of its own accord, travel down between his legs.
Sanada let one hand ghost down to the belt around Nozawa’s wrists while the other still held Nozawa up. Those deft fingers Kishi had experienced earlier were able to undo the buckle and loosen the belt enough so that Nozawa could shake himself free. As soon as he had, Nozawa’s arms were around his boyfriend - stroking his back, squeezing his ass, pulling his hair. There was a loud, lewd growl and this time Kishi had no trouble telling it came from Sanada.
Kishi’s eyes followed as Nozawa took one of his hands away. The boy flexed his fingers, gradually brought his hand up to Sanada’s throat and, with a steady, downward motion, began to stroke Sanada’s neck with his thumb. Presently, Sanada swallowed. Nozawa sat on his knees with a triumphant smirk. While Sanada flopped back on the bed, Nozawa stretched his arms above his head and rotated his wrists a few times.
“How do you want it, Sanapi?” he asked sweetly.
“Fucking hell,” Sanada breathed. His arms were dangling over one side of the bed and feet over the other. In between, his jeans were down around his knees and his shirt was ridden up to display his erection, slick from the oil he’d used on Kishi earlier. He was so damn hard. It made Kishi think about how that cock had felt in his mouth and how he wanted to crawl over and lick Sanada to completion. Except that Nozawa wasn’t tied up anymore and did seem like he wouldn’t be beyond scratching Kishi’s eyes out if he got in the way.
“Just get me off, Yuuki,” Sanada breathed at last. Nozawa giggled.
“Anything you want, Sanapi.” He clambered on top of Sanada, straddling his legs. He leaned in low, supporting himself with one arm so he could nuzzle Sanada’s neck. The other hand drifted across Sanada’s abs to rest teasingly on his lower stomach. Sanada grumbled.
“Really, slut? Because right now I’m thinking of tying you back up and dumping you on Tackey’s doorstep.”
Nozawa laughed, but stopped teasing. (Kishi pondered. Was this some sort of relay? Sanada gets to exert his power, then Nozawa does? That or Nozawa just liked making Sanada call him a slut). With expert fingers, Nozawa alternated between stroking his boyfriend’s shaft and fondling and massaging his balls. Meanwhile, the two were kissing. What had started with Nozawa sucking and nipping at Sanada’s neck and lips as he saw fit had changed. Kishi couldn’t pin-point when it had happened, but Sanada had certainly taken control. Hands in Nozawa’s long black hair, he pulled the boy about, kissing him everywhere he wanted and kissing him roughly. Anyone could see Sanada couldn’t hold back much longer. Nozawa used his thumb to smear pre-cum over Sanada’s head. Kishi stroked himself slowly. He couldn’t stop looking. Something about these two made him consider things he’d never considered before. Like was it permissible to creep over and catch Sanada’s spunk in his mouth? Would Nozawa just take it back or would he have his boyfriend spank Kishi senseless?… Was there really no bad side to taking that risk?
Before Kishi could work out this complicated puzzle, things came to a figurative head. Sanada grabbed Nozawa’s hair. He must have sunk his nails in too deep. Nozawa squealed. The sound was swallowed immediately by Sanada crushing their lips together. He came all over Nozawa’s fingers. (So did Kishi - all over his own fingers, unfortunately. He plucked a pack of free tissues up from near the lamp and cleaned himself off).
Sanada whispered something to Nozawa. It was too quiet for Kishi to make out. It made Nozawa smile, though, and kiss Sanada’s cheek playfully. He started to, in a sense, clean his fingers off, smearing the cum over Sanada’s shaft, things and abdomen. When he was ready, he picked himself up. Straddling Sanada’s body, Nozawa started to move down, tongue licking and teasing its way down from Sanada’s collar bone to his nipples to his abs. Finally, Nozawa was gong to get to taste his boyfriend’s cock. Kishi was excitedly anticipating just watching it; he couldn’t imagine how Nozawa felt. And, oh fuck, it was going to be hot. Nozawa and his wicked mouth. Lapping up Sanada’s cum. Swallowing his boyfriend’s cock. Licking and sucking him back to hardness. Bobbing his head so Sanada was fucking his throat. Nozawa was poised - lips parted, eyes shining with lush, millimetres from licking up a string of cum from Sanada’s shaft - when his boyfriend’s voice cut across.
“Nuh-uh.”
“Nuh-uh?” Nozawa looked surprised. Also, mildly irate. “What does that mean?”
“It means I want him to do it.”
Kishi blinked sleepily. Sanada was pointing a lazy finger his way. A devilish grin spread across the boy’s face. Nozawa’s expression changed. Realisation dawned. Realisation of what precisely, Kishi couldn’t say. Nozawa looked pretty miserable about it though. His shoulders slumped. He quietly crawled to the side and, sitting on his knees, put his hands behind his back as if his wrists were still bound.
“Touch yourself, slut. Then I won’t have to,” Sanada commented airily, glancing at Nozawa. Nozawa bit his lip and, resolutely, didn’t budge. Kishi hazily crawled over to Sanada. Planting his palms on either side of Sanada’s hips, he got to work. And, ok, Kishi figured he both understood and totally didn’t’ understand what was going on now. First, exert control by tying him up; next, exert control by tying him up just with a word. Kishi got that. Plus, it was pretty sexy. He peeked at Nozawa out of the corner of his eye - pretty damn sexy, actually, how that barely veiled threat to punish him by ignoring him had Nozawa so tied up that he wouldn’t move an inch until Sanada told him to… Kishi made a point to hum happily as he sucked a drop of cum from Sanada’s inner thighs.
There was the whole other side that Kishi definitely didn’t get, however. All they really wanted was to touch each other. The hand job had convinced Kishi of that. So why did they have to drag it out like this? If it was about power, then couldn’t Sanada just have tied him up and fucked him? Or given them both a spanking and been done with it? Also, oh god, when had his subconscious started feeding him things like that as ’Totally Awesome Ideas’?
‘Strange people,’ Kishi mused, licking the last splash of cum off of Sanada’s lower abdomen. Kishi smacked his lips, grimacing just a bit as he felt the last of Sanada’s spunk slip down his throat.
“All done,” he announced, drowsiness stealing away any remaining nerves. In fact, as he sat up, Kishi noticed how tired he was. His eyelids were like lead weights. Luckily, his eyes happened to fall on Nozawa and that gave him a spark of energy. He just had to see what would happen to the boy.
Nozawa, being Nozawa, had stayed resolute. He hadn’t budged, still kneeling with his hands bound by an invisible tie. Sanada rocked himself up and moved closer to his boyfriend. As he did so, Nozawa dropped his head. Black hair obscured his face.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, “I’m sorry. I should have waited for you. I don’t know why I didn’t.”
Kishi watched. Sanada, now kneeling in front of Nozawa, looked down at his boyfriend. He chewed his lip, obviously choosing his words carefully. Eventually, that sure, easy smile returned.
“Accepted,” he murmured, unspeakable affection written in his gaze. Nozawa peeked up, looking unsure.
“Accepted,” Sanada repeated, “Only because Kishi’s kinda fun… We don’t need to go much further.”
Nozawa broke out in a bright smile. He waited until Sanada was running the tips of his fingers down Nozawa’s arms. Only then did he risk moving. He wrapped his long arms around Sanada’s neck and kissed his mouth. Sanada pulled him closer, arms linked around Nozawa’s waist. Kishi, mind clearer than it had been for most of tonight, took a moment to drink in the sight of Sanada’s boyfriend. Being as he’d had to obey Sanada’s instruction earlier, Nozawa was the only one completely naked. (Kishi had already rescued his sweatpants from where he’d kicked them earlier and attempted to smooth down his shirt. Sanada - shirt ruffled, hair tousled, and jeans about his knees - appeared entirely unconcerned about his own state of dress). So there was a lot to drink in. The curve of his slender hips. His lithe, skinny frame. His long neck. The bruises of various shades and sizes that were visible all over his back and legs and even on his arms. Kishi couldn’t help but picture Sanada’s naked back. He felt certain Nozawa had painted his fair share of marks on Sanada as well.
“How do you want it, Yuuki?” Sanada mumbled, nuzzling Nozawa’s hair. Nozawa peered over his shoulder at Kishi.
“All over his face,” he growled. Sanada smiled approvingly.
They shuffled around till they were facing Kishi. Nozawa was on his knees and Sanada behind him.
“Down, Kishi,” Sanada ordered, not bothering to even glance at the boy. Kishi marvelled that Sanada had discovered some super-secret, magic tone. Before he knew what he was doing, Kishi was getting down on all fours, just like Nozawa earlier. Kishi was excited about it, too. Nozawa was hard and had hardly been touched all night. Kishi knew it wouldn’t be too long before the boy’s cum was hitting his face. Nozawa moaned. Kishi wished he had a better view of what Sanada was doing to him. Sanada had made Nozawa lean forward. One hand was at Nozawa’s pretty throat. The other had disappeared - down playing with Nozawa’s ass Kishi supposed. Meanwhile, they kissed, Nozawa moaning into Sanada’s mouth.
“Please. Again. Harder.”
Sanada trailed his fingers down from Nozawa’s throat, over his waist and hips, to wrap around his boyfriend’s cock. Nozawa threw his head back in pleasure. Sanada growled low and bit his neck. Nozawa whimpered.
“Oh fuck… harder.”
It was hard to tell if he meant the bite or what Sanada was doing with his hands. So Sanada did both - pumping Nozawa’s shaft roughly and biting his neck near his collarbone hard enough to make Nozawa yelp. Sanada licked at the mark a little while before doing exactly the same thing on the other side.
Soon, Sanada took his hand away from Nozawa’s cock. Nozawa whined at the lack of contact. Sanada’s left was still doing god knows what to Nozawa’s ass. (Kishi hoped he could figure out some way to get to find out some day). His right spanked Nozawa lightly. Nozawa was trembling in Sanada’s arms.
“You ready, Yuuki?” Sanada murmured against Nozawa’s neck.
“Yes… Yes, oh fuck…” Nozawa gasped.
“Say ‘please’,” Sanada instructed, smiling devilishly as he yanked Nozawa’s hair.
“Please, Yuuma. Please. Let me come.”
Sanada held Nozawa’s wrist, dragging them back so the boy couldn’t touch himself but could sink his nails into Sanada’s thighs.
“Then come, you dirty slut.”
Which he did. Nozawa bit his lip and shuddered, scraping his nails into his boyfriend’s legs. Kishi was inexperienced. He tried to catch it in his mouth, but it mostly got anywhere but. It was all over his face and in his hair. Sanada and Nozawa kissed lazily. Sanada’s hands were back behind his boyfriend, guiding him through the waves of his orgasm, Kishi guessed. He really had to work out how to get Sanada to do that to him. Or, perhaps not Sanada, since Kishi didn’t want Nozawa to kill him. But he wished someone would treat him like that.
“Hey,” Sanada called, suddenly squinting at Kishi, “Gimme that.”
He shoved Nozawa to the side. Nozawa grunted at the impact, then curled up, happy and content, on the mattress. Sanada gestured for Kishi to come closer. In a tired daze, Kishi obeyed. Then, Sanada licked him. The boy’s hands worked up to stroke Kishi’s hair as he methodically lapped up every bit of Nozawa from Kishi’s face. Kishi, uncertain how to react and mostly just sleepy, let it happen. With a hand on the nape of Kishi’s neck, Sanada angled Kishi’s head this way and that until finally,
“Cool,” he decided, “You still better wash your hair though.”
“Oh… Oh, right.” Kishi slipped off the bed and stood, for a moment, in a fog.
“Thanks for coming to watch a movie with me,” Nozawa chirped, picking himself up just enough to flop against Sanada’s side. Sanada snaked a possessive arm around Nozawa’s shoulders.
“Sure. Anytime,” Kishi stammered. However near comatose he was, he knew when he was being kicked out. “Thanks for, uh… Yeah.”
He scurried from the room before he could embarrass himself any more thoroughly, pausing just long enough to grab his sandals from the entrance. He wondered was there anyway he’d be able to wash this cum out of his hair before the others saw it.
O-M-A-K-E
A few days later, and Kishi was making his way to the vending machine during a break amidst Shokura rehearsals. Out of the blue, Miyadate and Watanabe appeared in front of him. They were smiling in a way that Kishi now knew spelled Very Danger.
“Hey, Kishi. Do you want to come watch a movie with us tonight?” Miyadate asked.
“Nonchan said you’re totally fun to watch movies with,” Watanabe added, grinning like an angel. A great chorus of alarm bells rang inside Kishi’s head. He ought, he supposed, to be scarpering at great speed right about now.
“Sure,” he replied, “What time?” Noeru was going to have a fit about this later.
Right then, this isn't Shonentachi fic, but it's blatantly for all the do-S!Sanapi lovers out there.
Title: Trailers.
Characters: Sanazawa + Kishi. Appearance of MiyaNabe at the end.
Rating: NC-17. It's just 7000 words of PWP.
Warnings: Spanking, handjob, intercrural (thigh job, wtf), snowballing... and other fun stuff. Light bondage and D/s.
Other stuff: Based on this prompt from the last fic meme, though Sanada kinda refused to take a back seat for most of this. Hope that's OK, Anon-san. Also, I tried to keep it fun and kinky rather than dark or violent. So, uh, yeah, Idk. With do-S!Sanapi running around, I'm not at all sure I hit the balance right *sweats*
The tour was full of routines. Of course, just when you thought you knew it all, something unexpected would fly at you. Kishi felt that he’d readjusted to the life of a working Junior pretty quickly. There were definitely some things that could still smack him in the back of the head though. Figuratively speaking. Usually, figuratively speaking, anyway.
A perfect example was Nozawa Yuuki. Hindsight being 20:20, Kishi supposed he ought to have heard the scare quotes when Nozawa invited him to “come watch a movie” in he and Sanada’s room. He probably ought to have had an inkling that what Nozawa meant to say was, “Sanapi’s ignoring me and I feel like groping you on the floor.” Which was another question, not that Kishi thought about it. Fine if they were just going to kick back and watch a movie, but if they were going to be making out, then why where they doing it at the foot of the bed? For one, it meant that he hit his head every time that Nozawa pulled his hair (which was often). For another, with no sheets to grip, Kishi was fairly certain that the moment he lost it and came all over Nozawa’s stomach was going to come really very soon. Which would be all kinds of lame since they’d hardly gotten anywhere yet. As if reading Kishi’s mind, Nozawa took his hands and placed them on his waist. After a seconds hesitation, Kishi dug his nails in. Nozawa purred, a soft vibration against Kishi’s skin. Permission duly given (Kishi hoped), he got bolder. He ran his hands over Nozawa’s back and thighs, pinched his ass - he wanted to give a little back when Nozawa had been able to drive him so close to the edge do easily. Nozawa giggled. Kishi wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Hopefully good.
Nozawa, for his part, after delving into Kishi’s sweatpants and stroking him to hardness, had straddled him and, apparently, become kind of obsessed with Kishi’s neck. Kishi wasn’t complaining. Nozawa alternated licking and sucking on his neck and collarbone with nipping his skin; softly, yet hard enough to make Kishi hiss. At the same time, Nozawa was doing frankly awesome things with those pretty hands of his - playing with Kishi’s nipples, tugging his hair as if to remind him who was in control here, scratching and massaging Kishi’s thighs like the damn cocktease Nozawa not-unexpectedly was.
Finally, Nozawa began working down to lick Kishi’s nipples. Biting his lip and willing himself not to come too soon, Kishi dug his nails into Nozawa’s hips. It was like this, the scent of the older boy’s shampoo filling Kishi’s head, that Kishi heard the rattle of the door handle. Nozawa either didn’t hear or chose to ignore it. Kishi had just enough time to pray that not all the things Noeru said about Snowmen were true, before Sanada appeared in the doorway. Kishi didn’t know what he expected Sanada to do in that situation. Stand and stare with a vaguely put out expression probably wasn’t it. Grab his partner by the shirt, lift him up and throw him on the bed definitely wasn’t it.
“Fucking hell!” Kishi exclaimed, scrambling to stand up and sort out his clothes. By now, Sanada and Nozawa were both sitting on the bed. Sanada knelt behind Nozawa, holding Nozawa’s arm behind his back so he couldn’t move and sliding a hand around Nozawa’s neck.
“What is it with you and not waiting?” Sanada growled.
“I did wait. He’s barely even touched me yet,” Nozawa shot back, voice coming out as a hoarse whisper.
To be blunt, Kishi was sort of seriously freaking out right about then and wishing he was back in his room listening to Takada Sho and Anderson ramble about AKB48. Gradually, though, the initial rush of adrenaline cleared and he really saw Nozawa’s face and the look of utter lust that was there. Why, he demanded of himself for what would not be the last time that night, had he not heeded Noeru’s rantings.
Without unhanding his partner, Sanada looked up at Kishi. There was something in that cold, intense gaze that sent a delicious shiver up Kishi’s spine..
“Like what you see?” Sanada asked lightly. He got up, forcibly throwing Nozawa onto the mattress. Nozawa grunted, then rolled on to his side to get a good view. He looked, Kishi thought, every bit the happy, perverted cat.
“Because,” Sanada continued, slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he strode over to stand in front of Kishi, “You seem like you like what you see.”
He yanked Kishi’s sweatpants down enough to reveal his still hard cock. Kishi turned bright red. Nozawa giggled again. Sanada stepped back, giving Kishi’s body a long considering stare.
“Hey, Yuuki,” he called at last, “Do you still have that thing from the other night?”
“That…?” Nozawa puzzled, picking himself up to lean on his elbow, “Oh, that thing? Of course.”
“Good. Go get it,” and Nozawa hopped off the bed and padded over to the hotel room’s small closet. “Take your clothes off while you’re at it,” Sanada added as an afterthought, making Nozawa laugh lightly. Kishi heard the whisper of fabric against skin. On instinct, he tried to turn his head, but Sanada held his face to stop him from looking.
“Not yet.” Sanada told him. Kishi thought briefly about how it was possibly a good thing that he hadn’t been in Shonentachi last year because, oh fuck, that voice was deadly. His subconscious decided to jeer at him by sending him visions of what it’d be like to have Sanada throw him down and bite his neck. That’s when he felt silk being slid across his fluttering eyes. Maybe it was a scarf, or even something that had come off a sempai’s costume. Kishi couldn’t tell. He felt himself tremble, a mix of fear and anticipation.
“Is it OK?” he heard Nozawa ask curiously.
“Hmm… Yeah, he can’t see. Can you, Kishi?” Sanada gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. Kishi opened his mouth to speak, but ended up just shaking his head, the words not agreeing to come out.
“Cool. Come on.” Sanada held his hand and led him away. Obediently, Kishi followed. Sanada brought him to a stop after a few steps with a hand on his arm. “Oh yeah, and would you mind taking your pants off? That’d be awesome.” Kishi kicked them off without hesitation. With a few words and a few tugs in the right direction, Sanada had him kneeling up on the bed. Kishi couldn’t make out anything through his blindfold except the glow of the bedside lamp. He sensed more than saw Sanada near by. Squeezing his eyes shut, Kishi tried to force his heartbeat to slow down. Kishi could hardly believe himself, but he was itching to find out what would happen next. Disappointingly, Sanada’s weight left the bed. Kishi heard him stroll over to Nozawa.
“And you,” Sanada declared, “Seriously need to learn to wait.”
The sound of a belt being unbuckled and whipped off. Kishi had to bite his lip to stop himself whining. Well that was a development. Kishi guessed it wasn’t that unexpected given everything else that was happening. With no way to watch, his imagination assaulted him with images: Nozawa bending over, reluctant, yet excited; Sanada would hold his partner’s arms in place like earlier; snap the belt between his hands; bring it down in one rapid motion and there’d be a red mark on Nozawa’s pale skin. Back in the real world, Sanada did snap the belt between his hands and Kishi didn’t bother trying to hide the whimper.
“Hands behind your back, Yuuki,” Sanada instructed. Kishi could hear the note of amusement in his voice. After that… not much? Shuffling, the noise of skin on skin, Nozawa making a small noise when Sanada must have pushed him some way he hadn’t expected, the cool sound of a leather belt being slid into place.
“There. Is it tight enough?” Sanada enquired.
“It’ll hold,” Nozawa assured him.
So Sanada has just used the belt to keep Nozawa’s wrists together… What, Kishi asked himself (not for the first or last time that night), was wrong with him? Was he really feeling disappointed that no one had been spanked?
As if on cue, “Hey,” Nozawa piped up, “Do you think Kishi’s looking kinda sour?”
“Probably just feeling left out,” Sanada suggested. Kishi heard Sanada pat Nozawa’ s shoulder , then both of them padding closer. “Oh. Or maybe he thought I was going to spank you,” Sanada murmured, obviously enjoying himself. He punctuated his words with a light slap to Nozawa’s ass.
“Do that to me when anyone’s around and I’ll bite your dick off, oh love of my life,” Nozawa retorted. (Great. Now Kishi was stuck picturing how they’d be doing that to each other if he were gone).
“Besides,” Nozawa added as Sanada helped him onto the bed - away from Kishi, judging by how the mattress shifted under Kishi’s knees - “How do you know he wasn’t hoping you’d spank him?”
“Huh…” Sanada mused, “Do you want to be spanked, Kishi?”
Behind the blindfold, Kishi’s eyes shot open. He impressed himself by managing to jabber some nonsense, some of which was actual words, before Sanada and Nozawa started chuckling. He clamped his mouth and eyes tight shut.
“I guess that’s a ‘no’ for now,” Nozawa joked. Kishi could just see that mocking, lop-sided grin.
Still chuckling, Sanada climbed onto the bed. He held both of Kishi’s arms lightly and leaned in close. He talked like normal - quiet and conversational. There was an icy edge to it though, that grew more apparent as he went on.
“Sorry, there’s just one more thing. You see, Kishi, I know that Yuuki knows how to wait. He just chooses to forget sometimes. But you,” - Sanada’s nails sank into his arm - “You’re kind of a mystery right now. And, ok, long story short, if I see you playing with Yuuki again, I’ll make it so you can’t sit down for a week.”
Kishi gulped. He nodded weakly.
“U- Understood.”
“Awesome,” Sanada cheered, back to his old, familiar self. Kishi felt more cool, silky fabric, this time being slid around the base of his cock. He grabbed his own ankles to stop himself from jerking away instinctually. Sanada began to tighten the fabric.
“Tell me as soon as it starts to hurt,” he whispered into Kishi’s ear. His hot breath made Kishi’s skin tingle.
“Now. Fuck, definitely now,” he squeaked as soon as the makeshift cockring was as tight as he could bare. His hands shot out to hold onto Sanada’s shoulders for support. Sanada, once he had Kishi all tied up (a hair looser than Kishi had told him, for which Kishi was thankful), pulled the boy closer. Kishi felt Sanada smile against the tender skin of his neck. Sanada kissed him a few times where Nozawa had been. He slipped his hands down Kishi’s back to stroke his ass. Kishi’s head was swimming. The blindfold made every sensation ten times more intense. He felt like he was holding on for dear life, gripping Sanada’s shoulders till his fingers hurt.
All of a sudden, Sanada’s fists clenched in Kishi’s hair and Kishi’s head was jerked back violently. Kishi gasped and Sanada claimed his mouth for a rough kiss. Even when they pulled apart, Kishi panting for breath and with bruised lips, Sanada didn’t let go of Kishi’s head. He pulled him this way and that - now sucking on his collarbone, now playfully biting Kishi’s nipples. Eventually, Kishi gave up any thoughts of resistance. Why not let Sanada let treat him like a rag doll if he was going to be treated in such a perfectly nasty fashion? With that blindfold on, he felt like another person. A thrill ran through his whole body when he thought about Nozawa watching what his boyfriend was doing to another guy.
Sanada must have been judging Kishi’s reactions, because only now did he start to force the boy’s head downwards. Slowly and surely. Just enough pressure on Kishi’s neck to let him now he didn’t have a say in proceeding, not so much as to hurt (too much). Without needing to be told, Kishi opened his mouth for Sanada’s cock. He licked the tip experimentally, getting a feel for the taste, for the sensation of having it in his mouth. He’d only done this once before - and that had been a fumble with Takada Sho the results of which Kishi did not wish to remember. Sanada had switched to stroking his hair. Kishi figured that was at least not a bad sign. This position was kind of tough though. He was bent over so much he couldn’t breathe well and he could feel his own hard, aching cock against his stomach. All in all, he decided, best to get this over with quickly.
Kishi slid both hands down to Sanada’s thighs and pushed himself up a little. Sanada let him, leaving one hand resting on the back of Kishi’s neck like a reminder. Kishi squirmed around just enough to give himself a better, easier angle. He swooped back down, taking as much of Sanada’s cock in his mouth as he could. And, ok, so now he felt like he was liable to pass out any second. However, the thought of Sanada and Nozawa laughing at him spurred him to keep trying - bobbing his head up and down in a jerky rhythm, scared his teeth would touch Sanada’s cock as it slid in and out of his mouth. He heard a low chuckle that could have been either Snowman. Sanada’s fingers were in his hair, gentler this time, massaging small circles where he’d been rough earlier. Next, Sanada lifted Kishi up a short way till only his head was in Kishi’s mouth.
“Right there,” he clarified, “Lick it.”
Kishi did as he was told. He tried swirling his tongue around the tip - and liked the groan that rumbled from deep in Sanada’s throat. After that, he tried licking the underside of Sanada’s cock. Honestly, now that he wasn’t chocking himself, he was starting to like this whole cock sucking business. The weight and taste of Sanada’s dick in his mouth was like nothing else. Perhaps it was the blindfold making Kishi’s remaining senses go crazy, but he felt like he was picking up every shiver of pleasure Sanada made and he was loving being the one to cause them (even if his own cock was getting into ‘painfully hard’ territory).
Kishi started to dwell more on what he wanted to do, what he’d want done to himself. In between just licking Sanada all around, he tried out attempting to get his tongue between the head and the foreskin. Which turned out to be a lot of fun. Almost too much fun. After a short while, Sanada’s fingers clenched tighter in Kishi’s hair. Sanada took complete control, bringing Kishi’s head up and down as fast and far as he wanted. Kishi just shut his eyes tight and concentrated very hard on breathing through his nose. He could feel Sanada’s cock getting bigger and harder in his mouth. How, Kishi flailed inwardly, was anyone supposed to get that whole thing in their mouth? That, unfortunately, set him thinking about Nozawa and those wicked lips of his and how he’d like to kiss them and bite them and fuck Nozawa’s mouth just like Sanada was fucking his. He wondered what kind of punishment Sanada would mete out for that. Maybe then he’d get that spanking his subconscious was apparently longing for.
As suddenly as it started, it stopped. Sanada drew him up by the hair and growled an order at him to get on all fours. Disorientated and dizzy, Kishi obeyed - he was making a habit of that tonight.
Sanada climbed off the bed - making Kishi almost lose his balance. With a few more words and a few nudges in the right direction, Sanada had Kishi exactly where he wanted him. The boy was on his knees. He knew he was in front of Nozawa, but he couldn’t tell how close. It could have been a short distance, it could have been close enough for Nozawa to cockwhip him. Kishi considered asking Nozawa. Straight away, it occurred to him that that was the sort of thing Sanada was likely to punish him for. So obviously,
“Hey, Nokkun,” he asked, voice a little pained and a little daring, “How close are we?”
The only response he got from Nozawa was a strangled groan of “Oh fuck…” It seemed Nozawa wasn’t holding up too well either. Kishi, who felt like he was reaching a state of zen about his painfully ignored cock, had to wonder at Nozawa’s willpower, having a boyfriend like this. Kishi was knocked out of his wonderments by a short, sharp smack on his ass.
“I wouldn’t ask him,” Sanada stated simply, “I’ll show you if you like though.” There was a devilish lilt to Sanada’s voice that made Kishi shake and, he realised seconds after it had happened, made Nozawa whimper. OK, that, he thought in the moments before he felt Sanada’s fingers lace through his hair, was maybe not a great indication of things to come.
Not too roughly - though, as usual, not accepting any discussion on the matter - Sanada, with one had on Kishi’s shoulder and the other still in his hair, made the boy tip forward. It was a very short distance - just a few centimetres - before Kishi could feel Nozawa’s cock against his face. Had these two, he pondered (in so far as he was capable of thinking anything, let alone pondering it), had they awaken some sort of pervert instinct that had lain dormant till that night? With no hesitation, Kishi took Nozawa’s head into his mouth. He started lapping at the delicate skin just like he had with Sanada earlier. A string of muttered curses was all the response he got from Nozawa. Sanada let go of Kishi. The weight shifted on the bed. Kishi pictured Sanada about to kneel beside Nozawa. Maybe Sanada would wrap a hand around Nozawa’s throat like earlier. Maybe he’d take hold of Nozawa’s chin, forcing his partner to look at him. Maybe he’d kiss Nozawa, hard and possessive, and Nozawa would struggle at the belt that was binding his wrists together… Without noticing it, Kishi had started bobbing his head faster, wanting more and more of Nozawa’s cock, whether he could handle it or not.
There was a murmuring above him. Kishi was too lost in his really, fucking nice dreams to concentrate. It must have been Sanada because next thing Kishi heard Nozawa - breathing shallow, voice cracked with frustration,
“No. Oh fuck you. No. I swear.”
“Fuck me?” Sanada sounded amused. His weigh left the bed.
“Oh god. Fuck you. Fuck this guy. I don’t care. Just make it stop.”
“Meh. If you’re sure you’d rather wait…” Before you could say ‘do-S‘, Sanada’s hands clasped Kishi’s shoulders and he was thrown backwards. Kishi found himself lying across the bed, once again confused and disorientated. He could see the yellow glow of the lamp to his left and a shadow that he thought must have been Nozawa, whose panting breath he could hear clearly.
One of Kishi’s arms was hanging off the side of the bed. When he felt Sanada’s hands on him, Kishi let himself be manhandled back into position. Sanada had him on all fours with his legs together. He climbed up behind Kishi and smoothed oiled up hands all over Kishi’s back, his ass and his thighs. Where and when on earth Sanada had obtained the oil, Kishi didn’t know. It could have been while Kishi’s ears were still ringing from being yanked away from Nozawa’s cock. Either way, it was kind of all types of awesome. The tingle from not knowing where Sanada would touch next. The shiver when the oil first hit his bare skin and how amazingly hot it became as Sanada massaged him. Of course the blindfold, heightening all his senses, only made it that much more mind-blowing. Kishi gasped when, finally, he felt Sanada’s cock between his legs. Which was an unexpected kind of a development… Not, Kishi decided as Sanada thrust slowly and rhythmically into his thighs, an unpleasant one.
He experimented with tightening his muscles. Sanada rewarded him with a chuckle and a pinched ass.
“Keep that up.”
Which Kishi did. Sometimes Sanada didn’t react. Other times he treated Kishi by massaging his thighs or slapping his ass or pulling his hair. Occasionally, he’d even stroke a hand down Kishi’s aching, bound cock - making Kishi whimper and shake. Sanada kept up the slow, steady rhythm though, hardly quickening his pace at all.
“How are you, Yuuki?” Sanada questioned. Kishi quivered - that voice; part friendly, like Sanada’s usual self; part deadly, like there’s no ’maybe’ about whether or not you’re going to obey. That voice was amazing.
“Never better,” Nozawa replied breezily, though anyone could hear the need in his voice.
“Sure you don’t want to switch, Baby?” Sanada dragged his nails down Kishi’s back. Kishi whimpered. So did Nozawa.
“Don’t underestimate me, Sanapi,” Nozawa warned.
Sanada laughed and sped up, fucking Kishi’s thighs with a delightful smack each time.
“You see, Kishi,” he explained, “Yuuki right now wants to prove himself. So despite his active imagination - how he’d picturing right now every little thing you’re experiencing - and despite how much he likes to use his hands,” - Here, Sanada wrapped a hand around Kishi’s shaft and pumped a few times before letting go again. Kishi moaned in pleasure and pain. That tie was starting to become real tight. Nozawa, above him, didn’t quite manage to suppress his own reaction. - “Despite all that, he’s going to come precisely when I tell him to and not a moment sooner. Isn’t that right, you dirty slut?”
“Yes,” Nozawa growled, “Oh god… yes.”
And that made Kishi feel pretty good. He could hear how much Nozawa wanted to be exactly where he was. Only, perhaps not exactly, since these two were evidently more experienced. Nozawa’s wrists would still be bound. In face, Kishi imagined, Sanada would have given him the belt. Nozawa’d even have a gag and he’d bite down and squirm every time Sanada lashed him really hard. Then, when his ass was all covered in red welts, Sanada would bend him over and use the oil to soothe and massage Nozawa’s thighs and his abused ass. Next, maybe Nozawa wouldn’t even be on all fours. Sanada could lie him on his back so Nozawa would be able to bend those long legs over Sanada’s broad shoulders. Then Sanada would lick and fuck his ass. Except, first he’d have to tie Nozawa’s wrists to the headboard. That way Nozawa could try to grab onto it to steady himself while Sanada fucked him hard. And Nozawa definitely liked to be fucked hard. He’d clamp his teeth into the gag, wordlessly begging Sanada to keep going.
“You ready to come?” Sanada whispered, leaning over to be closer to him. Kishi jerked out of his delusions, face turning scarlet. These two had him figured right out.
“Uh… Uh-huh,” he managed.
“Make him say please,” Nozawa demanded, voice strained.
Sanada yanked Kishi’s hair.
“You heard the man.”
“P-Please. Fuck. Please. Let me…” he stuttered. Sanada laughed again. He manoeuvred Kishi until the boy was back sitting on his knees. Kishi heard Nozawa moving too, but he was rather too preoccupied to give it any thought. For the last time, he felt Sanada’s finger - a little rough from dance practice, slick from the oil - around his shaft. One hand stroked him quickly. The other deftly undid the tie. As soon as that pressure was gone, Kishi couldn’t control himself. He reached back, desperately clasping onto Sanada’s arm and digging his nails in. A shudder wracked his body as he came.
He flopped back, resting in Sanada’s arms. He didn’t know how long. He felt like he was floating, head swimming in hot, perverted clouds. His eyes began to flutter shut - the sensation of his eyelashes against the blindfold like a thousand butterflies dancing around his head. Patting Kishi’s hip, Sanada laid his chin on the boy’s shoulder.
“Want the blindfold off, Kishi?” Sanada asked in a disarmingly conversational tone of voice.
“Um…. Sure,” Kishi spoke haltingly, blinking as he attempted to pull himself back to reality. Sanada undid the knot quickly and the blindfold fell away. For once that night, Kishi’s imagination had nothing on reality. As the room came back into focus, he found Nozawa bowed down in front of him - ass in the air, bored expression, Kishi’s cum all over his face.
“Can I clean him up yet?” Nozawa sighed, peering up at Sanada. Sanada snorted. Kishi guessed Sanada wasn’t exactly falling for his boyfriend’s ‘uninterested’ act.
“This guy is the least of your problems, slut. Don’t you want to get cleaned up yourself?”
Nozawa shrugged, though Kishi caught the tiny smile that flashed across his features. He picked himself up in one fluid movement. Sanada sat on the bed, somewhere behind Kishi. Even though Nozawa was the fully naked one, Kishi felt a whole new kind of exposed. Eyeing him up, Nozawa jerked his head, gesturing for Kishi to come closer.
“Lick it off,” he ordered. Not to break a habit, Kishi obeyed.
“And try not to swallow.”
It was weird, to say the least. Dealing with the sweet taste a sticky texture of his own cum while neither swallowing not gagging was an issue. Also, Kishi had never, to the best of his recollection, licked another person’s cheek. Nor had he ever kissed anyone’s nose. For that matter, he never would have conceived that doing either of the above to someone could make them moan as wantonly as Nozawa was doing right then. Feeling himself to be all clean, Nozawa, with a satisfied smile, kissed Kishi’s mouth. It was hard, despite Nozawa being the one tied up, and needy. Kishi - whose bones felt like liquid from his orgasm - was more than willing to let Nozawa do whatever. His arms draped loosely around Nozawa’s shoulders, he sank into the kiss. Kishi heard himself coo when Nozawa’s tongue entered him. The tall boy licked and sucked at his mouth, intent on getting every drop of Kishi’s spunk he could. When he had and was bored with violating Kishi’s mouth, he turned his head. His attention was back on his partner. Although a tad put out at first, Kishi figured it was his time to watch. He crawled away to curl up happily on the pillows where he had a good view.
Sanada had been lying back on his elbows, enjoying the show. Nozawa knelt above him. For some seconds, nothing happened. It appeared they were just gazing at each other. However, Kishi bit by bit remembered something Noeru had said about ‘The Eye Contact Thing’ and how it was further proof that all Snowmen were weird beyond measure. Then Sanada’s small twitch, Nozawa’s flick of his hair, the easy smile that settled on Sanada’s features and the appearance of Nozawa’s trademark lop-sided smirk… All those tiny things seemed like maybe they made this whole other kind of sense that Kishi could only begin to comprehend. And It was kind of weird. And Kishi wondered seriously when Noeru had formed his theories and truly hoped it wasn’t on a night that at all resembled the one Kishi was currently engaged in.
Following some invisible cue, Sanada got up on his knees. Holding Nozawa’s face in his hands, he gently pulled his boyfriend closer. Not having anyway to balance himself, Nozawa collapsed into Sanada’s arms. Sanada tilted the boy’s chin and they kissed. (Kishi suppressed a snicker. He wanted to know if that kind of thing made Sanada feel momentarily taller). The kiss was passionate and deep. Kishi could hear intermittent little throaty purrs, but could never tell which one of them was making them. Understanding smacked him in the head only after a few seconds that they were snowballing his cum between each other. He’d already been starting to get hard again, but that realisation really made the blood rush to his cock and his hand, of its own accord, travel down between his legs.
Sanada let one hand ghost down to the belt around Nozawa’s wrists while the other still held Nozawa up. Those deft fingers Kishi had experienced earlier were able to undo the buckle and loosen the belt enough so that Nozawa could shake himself free. As soon as he had, Nozawa’s arms were around his boyfriend - stroking his back, squeezing his ass, pulling his hair. There was a loud, lewd growl and this time Kishi had no trouble telling it came from Sanada.
Kishi’s eyes followed as Nozawa took one of his hands away. The boy flexed his fingers, gradually brought his hand up to Sanada’s throat and, with a steady, downward motion, began to stroke Sanada’s neck with his thumb. Presently, Sanada swallowed. Nozawa sat on his knees with a triumphant smirk. While Sanada flopped back on the bed, Nozawa stretched his arms above his head and rotated his wrists a few times.
“How do you want it, Sanapi?” he asked sweetly.
“Fucking hell,” Sanada breathed. His arms were dangling over one side of the bed and feet over the other. In between, his jeans were down around his knees and his shirt was ridden up to display his erection, slick from the oil he’d used on Kishi earlier. He was so damn hard. It made Kishi think about how that cock had felt in his mouth and how he wanted to crawl over and lick Sanada to completion. Except that Nozawa wasn’t tied up anymore and did seem like he wouldn’t be beyond scratching Kishi’s eyes out if he got in the way.
“Just get me off, Yuuki,” Sanada breathed at last. Nozawa giggled.
“Anything you want, Sanapi.” He clambered on top of Sanada, straddling his legs. He leaned in low, supporting himself with one arm so he could nuzzle Sanada’s neck. The other hand drifted across Sanada’s abs to rest teasingly on his lower stomach. Sanada grumbled.
“Really, slut? Because right now I’m thinking of tying you back up and dumping you on Tackey’s doorstep.”
Nozawa laughed, but stopped teasing. (Kishi pondered. Was this some sort of relay? Sanada gets to exert his power, then Nozawa does? That or Nozawa just liked making Sanada call him a slut). With expert fingers, Nozawa alternated between stroking his boyfriend’s shaft and fondling and massaging his balls. Meanwhile, the two were kissing. What had started with Nozawa sucking and nipping at Sanada’s neck and lips as he saw fit had changed. Kishi couldn’t pin-point when it had happened, but Sanada had certainly taken control. Hands in Nozawa’s long black hair, he pulled the boy about, kissing him everywhere he wanted and kissing him roughly. Anyone could see Sanada couldn’t hold back much longer. Nozawa used his thumb to smear pre-cum over Sanada’s head. Kishi stroked himself slowly. He couldn’t stop looking. Something about these two made him consider things he’d never considered before. Like was it permissible to creep over and catch Sanada’s spunk in his mouth? Would Nozawa just take it back or would he have his boyfriend spank Kishi senseless?… Was there really no bad side to taking that risk?
Before Kishi could work out this complicated puzzle, things came to a figurative head. Sanada grabbed Nozawa’s hair. He must have sunk his nails in too deep. Nozawa squealed. The sound was swallowed immediately by Sanada crushing their lips together. He came all over Nozawa’s fingers. (So did Kishi - all over his own fingers, unfortunately. He plucked a pack of free tissues up from near the lamp and cleaned himself off).
Sanada whispered something to Nozawa. It was too quiet for Kishi to make out. It made Nozawa smile, though, and kiss Sanada’s cheek playfully. He started to, in a sense, clean his fingers off, smearing the cum over Sanada’s shaft, things and abdomen. When he was ready, he picked himself up. Straddling Sanada’s body, Nozawa started to move down, tongue licking and teasing its way down from Sanada’s collar bone to his nipples to his abs. Finally, Nozawa was gong to get to taste his boyfriend’s cock. Kishi was excitedly anticipating just watching it; he couldn’t imagine how Nozawa felt. And, oh fuck, it was going to be hot. Nozawa and his wicked mouth. Lapping up Sanada’s cum. Swallowing his boyfriend’s cock. Licking and sucking him back to hardness. Bobbing his head so Sanada was fucking his throat. Nozawa was poised - lips parted, eyes shining with lush, millimetres from licking up a string of cum from Sanada’s shaft - when his boyfriend’s voice cut across.
“Nuh-uh.”
“Nuh-uh?” Nozawa looked surprised. Also, mildly irate. “What does that mean?”
“It means I want him to do it.”
Kishi blinked sleepily. Sanada was pointing a lazy finger his way. A devilish grin spread across the boy’s face. Nozawa’s expression changed. Realisation dawned. Realisation of what precisely, Kishi couldn’t say. Nozawa looked pretty miserable about it though. His shoulders slumped. He quietly crawled to the side and, sitting on his knees, put his hands behind his back as if his wrists were still bound.
“Touch yourself, slut. Then I won’t have to,” Sanada commented airily, glancing at Nozawa. Nozawa bit his lip and, resolutely, didn’t budge. Kishi hazily crawled over to Sanada. Planting his palms on either side of Sanada’s hips, he got to work. And, ok, Kishi figured he both understood and totally didn’t’ understand what was going on now. First, exert control by tying him up; next, exert control by tying him up just with a word. Kishi got that. Plus, it was pretty sexy. He peeked at Nozawa out of the corner of his eye - pretty damn sexy, actually, how that barely veiled threat to punish him by ignoring him had Nozawa so tied up that he wouldn’t move an inch until Sanada told him to… Kishi made a point to hum happily as he sucked a drop of cum from Sanada’s inner thighs.
There was the whole other side that Kishi definitely didn’t get, however. All they really wanted was to touch each other. The hand job had convinced Kishi of that. So why did they have to drag it out like this? If it was about power, then couldn’t Sanada just have tied him up and fucked him? Or given them both a spanking and been done with it? Also, oh god, when had his subconscious started feeding him things like that as ’Totally Awesome Ideas’?
‘Strange people,’ Kishi mused, licking the last splash of cum off of Sanada’s lower abdomen. Kishi smacked his lips, grimacing just a bit as he felt the last of Sanada’s spunk slip down his throat.
“All done,” he announced, drowsiness stealing away any remaining nerves. In fact, as he sat up, Kishi noticed how tired he was. His eyelids were like lead weights. Luckily, his eyes happened to fall on Nozawa and that gave him a spark of energy. He just had to see what would happen to the boy.
Nozawa, being Nozawa, had stayed resolute. He hadn’t budged, still kneeling with his hands bound by an invisible tie. Sanada rocked himself up and moved closer to his boyfriend. As he did so, Nozawa dropped his head. Black hair obscured his face.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, “I’m sorry. I should have waited for you. I don’t know why I didn’t.”
Kishi watched. Sanada, now kneeling in front of Nozawa, looked down at his boyfriend. He chewed his lip, obviously choosing his words carefully. Eventually, that sure, easy smile returned.
“Accepted,” he murmured, unspeakable affection written in his gaze. Nozawa peeked up, looking unsure.
“Accepted,” Sanada repeated, “Only because Kishi’s kinda fun… We don’t need to go much further.”
Nozawa broke out in a bright smile. He waited until Sanada was running the tips of his fingers down Nozawa’s arms. Only then did he risk moving. He wrapped his long arms around Sanada’s neck and kissed his mouth. Sanada pulled him closer, arms linked around Nozawa’s waist. Kishi, mind clearer than it had been for most of tonight, took a moment to drink in the sight of Sanada’s boyfriend. Being as he’d had to obey Sanada’s instruction earlier, Nozawa was the only one completely naked. (Kishi had already rescued his sweatpants from where he’d kicked them earlier and attempted to smooth down his shirt. Sanada - shirt ruffled, hair tousled, and jeans about his knees - appeared entirely unconcerned about his own state of dress). So there was a lot to drink in. The curve of his slender hips. His lithe, skinny frame. His long neck. The bruises of various shades and sizes that were visible all over his back and legs and even on his arms. Kishi couldn’t help but picture Sanada’s naked back. He felt certain Nozawa had painted his fair share of marks on Sanada as well.
“How do you want it, Yuuki?” Sanada mumbled, nuzzling Nozawa’s hair. Nozawa peered over his shoulder at Kishi.
“All over his face,” he growled. Sanada smiled approvingly.
They shuffled around till they were facing Kishi. Nozawa was on his knees and Sanada behind him.
“Down, Kishi,” Sanada ordered, not bothering to even glance at the boy. Kishi marvelled that Sanada had discovered some super-secret, magic tone. Before he knew what he was doing, Kishi was getting down on all fours, just like Nozawa earlier. Kishi was excited about it, too. Nozawa was hard and had hardly been touched all night. Kishi knew it wouldn’t be too long before the boy’s cum was hitting his face. Nozawa moaned. Kishi wished he had a better view of what Sanada was doing to him. Sanada had made Nozawa lean forward. One hand was at Nozawa’s pretty throat. The other had disappeared - down playing with Nozawa’s ass Kishi supposed. Meanwhile, they kissed, Nozawa moaning into Sanada’s mouth.
“Please. Again. Harder.”
Sanada trailed his fingers down from Nozawa’s throat, over his waist and hips, to wrap around his boyfriend’s cock. Nozawa threw his head back in pleasure. Sanada growled low and bit his neck. Nozawa whimpered.
“Oh fuck… harder.”
It was hard to tell if he meant the bite or what Sanada was doing with his hands. So Sanada did both - pumping Nozawa’s shaft roughly and biting his neck near his collarbone hard enough to make Nozawa yelp. Sanada licked at the mark a little while before doing exactly the same thing on the other side.
Soon, Sanada took his hand away from Nozawa’s cock. Nozawa whined at the lack of contact. Sanada’s left was still doing god knows what to Nozawa’s ass. (Kishi hoped he could figure out some way to get to find out some day). His right spanked Nozawa lightly. Nozawa was trembling in Sanada’s arms.
“You ready, Yuuki?” Sanada murmured against Nozawa’s neck.
“Yes… Yes, oh fuck…” Nozawa gasped.
“Say ‘please’,” Sanada instructed, smiling devilishly as he yanked Nozawa’s hair.
“Please, Yuuma. Please. Let me come.”
Sanada held Nozawa’s wrist, dragging them back so the boy couldn’t touch himself but could sink his nails into Sanada’s thighs.
“Then come, you dirty slut.”
Which he did. Nozawa bit his lip and shuddered, scraping his nails into his boyfriend’s legs. Kishi was inexperienced. He tried to catch it in his mouth, but it mostly got anywhere but. It was all over his face and in his hair. Sanada and Nozawa kissed lazily. Sanada’s hands were back behind his boyfriend, guiding him through the waves of his orgasm, Kishi guessed. He really had to work out how to get Sanada to do that to him. Or, perhaps not Sanada, since Kishi didn’t want Nozawa to kill him. But he wished someone would treat him like that.
“Hey,” Sanada called, suddenly squinting at Kishi, “Gimme that.”
He shoved Nozawa to the side. Nozawa grunted at the impact, then curled up, happy and content, on the mattress. Sanada gestured for Kishi to come closer. In a tired daze, Kishi obeyed. Then, Sanada licked him. The boy’s hands worked up to stroke Kishi’s hair as he methodically lapped up every bit of Nozawa from Kishi’s face. Kishi, uncertain how to react and mostly just sleepy, let it happen. With a hand on the nape of Kishi’s neck, Sanada angled Kishi’s head this way and that until finally,
“Cool,” he decided, “You still better wash your hair though.”
“Oh… Oh, right.” Kishi slipped off the bed and stood, for a moment, in a fog.
“Thanks for coming to watch a movie with me,” Nozawa chirped, picking himself up just enough to flop against Sanada’s side. Sanada snaked a possessive arm around Nozawa’s shoulders.
“Sure. Anytime,” Kishi stammered. However near comatose he was, he knew when he was being kicked out. “Thanks for, uh… Yeah.”
He scurried from the room before he could embarrass himself any more thoroughly, pausing just long enough to grab his sandals from the entrance. He wondered was there anyway he’d be able to wash this cum out of his hair before the others saw it.
O-M-A-K-E
A few days later, and Kishi was making his way to the vending machine during a break amidst Shokura rehearsals. Out of the blue, Miyadate and Watanabe appeared in front of him. They were smiling in a way that Kishi now knew spelled Very Danger.
“Hey, Kishi. Do you want to come watch a movie with us tonight?” Miyadate asked.
“Nonchan said you’re totally fun to watch movies with,” Watanabe added, grinning like an angel. A great chorus of alarm bells rang inside Kishi’s head. He ought, he supposed, to be scarpering at great speed right about now.
“Sure,” he replied, “What time?” Noeru was going to have a fit about this later.