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I wrote these for the Smut meme. Originally I was just going to link them but typos annoy me so I'm putting them up here so I can edit a few fiddly little things.
Title: Once Bitten, No Longer Shy
Pairing: Massu/Shige (+Koyama)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Original request is here.
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Koyama watched people. He always had. It was his way of knowing exactly how to take care of people. The things he’d seen over the past couple of days told him there were two people who were in desperate need of his care.
Shige had confided in him a few days ago that there was something he wanted, needed, from his lover but he didn’t know how to ask for it. For some reason Shige had simply expected that it would be something that Massu would do naturally, but after months of dating Shige was still left wanting.
It was obvious that Massu knew he was lacking in some way and Koyama was tired of having to face their awkward kind of sadness day after day. It was time for Koyamama to fix things.
Koyama rang the doorbell with confidence and barged into the apartment as soon as the door was opened. He knew perfectly well that he was disturbing their weekly date night but he refused to feel bad about the intrusion.
Massu looked up from his place on the couch and confusion settled on his face.
“Ano, Konbanwa Koyama-kun.” he muttered and shot a look beyond him to Shige.
“Good evening. I’ve come to fix things.” Koyama announced.
He grabbed onto Shige’s arm and towed him over to the couch, pressing him down to sit next to his boyfriend. Massu hit the pause button and both of them looked up with confused expectation. Koyama crouched down in front of them and got straight to the point.
“Massu, Shige wants you to eat him.”
“Koyama!!!” Shige protested but Massu put a hand on his arm to calm him, then looked back to Koyama.
“What do you mean by ‘eat him’?”
Shige looked like he was about to die of embarrassment but the other two ignored him.
“He sort of has a fetish about teeth. He wants you to bite him. Anywhere, everywhere. Possibly in specific places but we didn’t discuss that; he gets embarrassed really easily.” Koyama explained before standing back up, “I leave the rest to you two. Enjoy your date night.”
Koyama stood up and left the room, expecting that the boys could figure things out from here.
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Massu looked over at his crimson faced boyfriend and tried to ask with his eyes. Shige was too shy to look anywhere but the carpet.
“Is that what you couldn’t tell me or is Koyama playing with us?” Massu asked quietly, his hand on his boyfriend’s arm.
“H-he isn’t playing.” Shige stuttered.
“Okay.” Massu accepted it easily. He had no problem with a little bit of biting; to be honest, he rather liked the idea.
Massu started out with a simple kiss, letting Shige know that it was all okay. Shige seemed nervous at first but he eventually relaxed and began kissing back. Massu sucked a lip between his own and bit down gently. Shige groaned and pressed himself closer. Massu chuckled and moved down to nibble the younger boy’s neck.
He decided he was quite enjoying himself as he left bite marks along Shige’s collarbone and down his, now bared, chest. An odd bubble of excitement settled in his stomach at the gasping moans that filled the air each time Massu let his teeth scrape against the soft skin of a nipple. Nothing he’d done had ever made Massu feel quite this powerful. Shige had turned to putty in his hands.
He worked his way lower alternating between using his tongue and his teeth until he reached Shige’s belt. Insistent hands urged him back up until he was face to face with his boyfriend.
“W-why are you..?” Shige whispered.
“Because, I like having this effect on you. If this is what gets you to moan like that, then I want to do it.” Massu explained easily.
Shige made an odd sound at the back of his throat and crushed their lips together. It was urgent and passionate and far more forceful than Shige had ever been in the past. Massu felt hands working at his jeans and grinned into the kiss. It was so rare for Shige to take the lead like this.
They stripped each other of their clothes with frenzied motions with a lot of stopping to kiss one another breathless. By the time skin was against skin they’d landed on the floor. Sweaty flesh squeaked against the faux wooden floors as hips ground against one another. A hand disappeared between Shige’s legs and the moaning grew in volume until there was nothing left but heavy breathing and a low voice begging.
Massu sat back suddenly and looked down at the sweaty, horny mess beneath him. Shige looked up and silently asked why they had stopped.
“I … We need … stuff.”
“Bedroom?” Shige asked between pants.
Massu nodded but motioned for Shige to stay where he was. A moment later Shige could hear his boyfriend frantically searching through drawers in the bedroom and talking to himself in a voice too soft for Shige to understand.
Massu re-emerged wearing nothing but a lube coated condom. Shige’s entire body jolted at the sight as Massu pounced on him without warning. Slick fingers painted Shige’s entrance with lube and wiped the excess off on the inside of his thighs.
Massu moved down until his well-developed chest was covering him and bit down on Shige’s ear as he pushed in. Shige shuddered, his muscles clamping down on the intruding force. Massu groaned and bit harder, waiting for Shige to relax.
Eventually Shige regained a brain cell or two and forced himself to relax. Massu pressed in and began a slow, leisurely assault on his boyfriend’s senses. Shige couldn’t do any more than clutch at his back as Massu continued to move within him while sinking his teeth into any area of skin he could reach.
Massu was absolutely loving this; Shige had never been so responsive before. Without even thinking he reached down and grabbed a hold of the underside to Shige’s thigh. He pressed the limb up until his knee was flush against Shige’s chest then twisted sideways. As Massu pulled back slightly he bit down on the back of Shige’s knee. Muscles clenched around the head of his cock and Massu very nearly decided to stop. But he didn’t. He scraped his teeth along the sensitive skin before him the straightened up to look Shige in the eye. Massu thrust back in as his short, rough fingernails scratched along the most recent bite mark and Shige screamed loud and clear, exploding against their stomachs and his own thigh.
Shige lay before him, panting and stated. Massu sat back and enjoyed the view. Eventually Shige sat up and looked at his boyfriend. Massu loved what he saw shining in those eyes. After months of dating, he’d finally been able to give his boyfriend what he needs. Shige looked down at Massu erection and frowned.
“You didn’t come?”
“Not yet. That’s not important right now.”
“Yes it is!” Shige complained then promptly dropped down onto his stomach, landing between Massu’s thighs.
Massu’s thoughts of round two in the bedroom froze as Shige made himself comfortable. Shige balanced his arms on Massu’s thighs and ripped off the soiled condom. He started a broad tongued lick from the base of Massu’s cock all the way up to flick at the head. Shige stopped there and Massu looked down to take in the sight.
Shige was looking up at him with dark eyes, his lower lip caught on the underside of Massu’s cock, forcing him to pout. Massu twitched at the sight and Shige grinned before sucking down his entire length.
Massu groaned, his whole body jerking. He cursed his position that had his legs caught beneath him but he wasn’t willing to move and break the spell as Shige’s head moved up and down, wet heat sliding along his length.
In what Massu thought was far too little time, he was clawing at Shige’s scalp and grunting incoherent words. Shige knew he was at the edge. As his mouth moved back up, Shige let the barest hint of teeth slide along the top of the hardened flesh and over the tip. Massu screamed and Shige giggled slightly before sucking him down into his throat again. This time when he pulled up he used his lower teeth to slide up the underside of Massu’s cock and over the head.
Massu thrashed, screamed and came against the roof of Shige’s open mouth. Shige automatically swallowed, catching the next two busts of cum against his lips and chin, getting it up his nose and making him sneeze against Massu’s thigh.
“Holy mother of mother fucking cock suckers, Shige!” Massu swore as he came back to himself.
Shige giggled.
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Koyama smiled to himself as the couple regained shaky feet and helped each other to the bathroom for a hot shower. He moved back from the door frame he’d been rubbing against and fastened his large jacket over his now stained jeans. Koyama silently congratulated himself on a job well done for looking after his band mates and strengthening the member-ai as he slipped back into his shoes and left Shige’s apartment as quietly as possible.
He refused to feel guilty about disrupting their privacy. He tells himself that he needed to make sure everything worked out. Besides, everyone knows that Koyama watches people.
Title: Orgy
Pairing: KAT-TUN
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Original request is here.
Jin started it. Jin was always the one to start it.
He stood in the middle of the room and whined loudly to anyone bored enough to listen, that Kame was punishing him. That he’d gone a whole week without sex and he couldn’t take it anymore and would Kame please lift the sex ban.
Koki laughed at him while Maru and Ueda tried their best to ignore the baka in the centre of the room. Kame just rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the dance steps that Junno was helping him with.
Jin hated being ignored. It was possibly the worst thing that could happen to him. So Jin did the one thing that was guaranteed to get him attention.
He stripped.
By the time his shirt was off, Kame was following his every move in the mirror. Once the shoes were kicked off, Ueda was watching too. The sound of the belt buckle drawing the attention of the other three in the room until all eyes were on Jin, wearing nothing but his boxers.
Jin got down on his hands and knees and crawled to Kame, eyes begging, ass wiggling. Kame sighed and backed away. Koki took an unconscious step toward them before Ueda pulled him back, watching the entire scene with wary eyes.
Kame watched as Jin moved closer and pawed at the front of his jeans.
“Damnit Jin! I said no. You promised that you’d turned the camera off and two days later you gave Pi a copy of something that you said you hadn’t filmed. You’re not getting anything from me.” Kame snapped and stepped away, letting Jin fall back on his hands.
“But Kameeeeee~, I need it. You know how I get when I’m deprived. Something? Anything? Onigai?” he begged.
“You want something? Fine have this!” Kame taunted before reaching up and grabbing Junno by the neck. He pulled him down forcefully and kissed him hard.
Junno seemed to want to protest at first but then Kame added his tongue into the mix and the fight melted out of Junno in no time at all. Jin sat on the floor and watched with horror on his face.
Kame released Junno, but Junno wasn’t playing by Kame’s rules. He continued to kiss the smaller man, backing him up against the counter as his hands started to roam. That was the thing about Junno; he was all submissive, bouncy innocence until someone flicked the switch and then the dominant side would come out in full force. Kame whimpered and clutched at Junno’s shoulders. Jin still sat, frozen in place but the horror in his eyes was beginning to melt into desire.
“Ah, Kame. I think Jin’s enjoying the show.” Koki pointed out as Jin’s palm moved to the centre seam of his boxers.
Kame moaned in response and pulled Junno’s shirt over his head. Junno broke the kiss, allowing his clothes to be removed and Kame took the opportunity to announce to the room at large that they weren’t to touch Jin, no matter what. When everyone had nodded and Kame was satisfied, he moved on to licking Junno chest with thick broad strokes.
Jin whined like a pitiful puppy in the centre of the room while Ueda moved up behind Koki and slipped a hand into his oversized jeans. Koki pulled off his shirt and leant back against Ueda, enjoying the feel of a guitar-calloused hand caressing him to his full length.
Maru stayed in his corner but watched with avid eyes as Kame’s clothes were thrown all over the room and he was hoisted up to sit on the counter. Maru quietly fetched the emergency lube from Ueda’s bag.
He walked over to Junno and squeezed a fair amount on his hand in an odd imitation of a surgical nurse handing instruments to preoccupied surgeons. Junno grunted in response and the hand disappeared between Kame’s open thighs.
Maru ignored the betrayed look Jin shot at him and delivered the remaining lube to Koki who was currently sitting naked on the floor with a half naked Ueda in his lap. Maru left the tube on the ground next to them and tried to retreat to his corner to watch. Koki didn’t seem to like that plan and before Maru could get far, Koki’s blindly searching hand caught the back of his best friend’s shirt.
Maru made a small sound of surprise as he was pulled down to the floor beside his two best friends. Ueda ignored him in preference to licking the nipples before him. Koki looked at him and smirked before pulling Ueda off his chest and directing the smaller man’s gaze to Maru’s face.
“Ne, Ueda, why don’t you suck Maru off.” It was more of an order than a request and Ueda happily obliged, sliding off Koki’s lap and moving to free Maru from his too-tight jeans. With Koki’s help he was free of his jeans in record time and Maru found himself sitting bare-arsed on the floor, legs out in front of him and Ueda lying on his stomach between them.
Maru only had a moment to realise that Koki was now working on removing Ueda’s jeans before hot wet heat closed over his erection, sucking him in with blinding force. He couldn’t stop the shout that fell from his lips but he did have the grace to look embarrassed at Ueda’s smug smirk as he pulled up and flicked his tongue over the head.
Maru’s hands buried themselves in Ueda’s hair as he moved up and down on his cock. Hands slid around Maru’s torso, rubbing at his chest as warm skin slid across his back. Maru leaned back into the touch but Koki moved forward and batted the hands away.
“No touching! Damnit, don’t make Kame madder.” Koki growled. Koki looked across to where Junno was making the counter top (that was built into the wall) bounce in time with his movements. “Ne, Kame, Jin’s breaking the rules. I can’t keep him off Maru and fuck Ueda at the same time.”
Kame’s flushed face moved aside to peer around Junno even as he bounced along with the counter. Kame grabbed at Junno’s arms and shook him until he slowed.
“Junno, we need to move over there. Jin’s misbehaving.” He explained as he wrapped his legs more firmly around the taller man. Junno nodded and picked him up, walking them over to the rest of the group. When they got there, Kame detached himself and wiggled until he was let him down. Junno groaned at his lack of contact and forcefully pulled Jin off Maru in revenge for disrupting perfectly fantastic sex.
Junno moved back to Kame, whose shaky legs made him fall to his knees the moment he’d been let down, and moved around behind him. If his sex was going to be disrupted he ought to at least have the right to change to his favourite position. Kame wailed slightly as Junno re-entered him without the slightest warning and resumed their previous momentum from his new, and fucking mind-blowing, angle.
Not three feet away Ueda was moaning loudly against Maru’s cock as Koki finally got a chance to enter him, pushing through tight muscle in search of ecstasy. Ueda was brilliant at giving head on a good day but with the added moaning it was more than Maru could deal with. He let his eyes roll back in his head as his back arched. Maru fell backwards onto the ground and found himself staring up at a flushed, rocking Kame.
Kame grinned down at him and automatically moved to lock their mouths together in an upside-down kiss. Chins hit noses and teeth scraped together before they figured it all out and tongues twined in a breathless meeting of flesh.
Jin sat back by himself, palming his cock and hating his punishment even as he revelled in the scene it had caused. Maru was lying on the floor, a writhing mess, attached to the mouths of Ueda and Kame who were both being roughly fucked by Koki and Junno. It was the hottest thing Jin had ever seen and he desperately wanted to be a part of it but they weren’t bloody letting him.
Kame bit down roughly on Maru’s lower lip before throwing his head back and screaming, cum splattering all over the floor. Jin watched amazed as Junno kept fucking him, barely missing a beat despite the convulsing muscles that must have been tugging at him.
Kame’s body went limp and left him lying flat on the floor, his head on Maru’s shoulder as Junno kept moving until a low set of grunts and a few erratic thrusts signalled his release. Maru came moments later as the scent of cum filled his nose. Ueda hadn’t been expecting it and pulled back in shock, getting a face full of fluid for his reaction.
Junno and Kame lay there, each with a head resting on one of Maru’s shoulders as the three looked down the beatboxer’s body to where Ueda lay, rocking in time to Koki’s thrusts and pushing back against him on the off beat. Koki was muttering things under his breath that were too low to be heard other than the occasional word here and there. Ueda seemed to be close enough to hear it as he groaned at certain words and twitched when Koki leant down to say something particularly dirty with hot breath in his ear.
“Come on, Tat-chan. Come for us.” Maru guided softly as he hand reached out to stroke his chin.
Ueda looked up and noticed the others watching him for the first time. He groaned long and low, deep in his throat and did something that had Koki shouting obscenities into the air. Two thrusts later they came; Koki screaming Ueda’s name while Ueda moaned and bit Maru’s thigh hard as they thrashed.
The five of them lay together in a sweaty, satisfied pile until Jin broke the silence with a high pitched whine. He had finally realised that they really weren’t going to play with him and had taken things into his own hands as he replayed the past few minutes in his mind. It took barely five strokes before he soiled his hand and pierced Kame with his gaze. Kame smiled at him from his place beneath Junno.
“Mou, Jin, you did well. You only tried to play once. Maybe I’ll shorten the ban a little.” Kame praised. Jin’s eyes lit up.
“Hontou?”
“Yeah. I think just one more week instead of two.” Kame replied smugly and Jin sunk down in defeat.
Title: There is none - It's just porn
Pairing: Koyama/Shige
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Original request is here.
Shige picked up his bag and started to leave the theatre. He’d finished his part of filming for Shonen Club and needed to get home and finish a couple of assignments.
The hallway was silent. He must have spent too long getting changed because the crew seemed to have all packed up and gone home. It wasn’t really a big deal; security would let him out whenever he buzzed at the door. It was just a little creepy. The backstage area seemed a little too much like the set of a horror movie when it was so deserted.
Shige just about jumped out of his skin when a muffled curse was followed by a loud crash behind the door he’d just passed. He was about to bolt for it and run screaming all the way to his car but his brain kicked in first. The sounds had come from Koyama’s dressing room and it was quite possible that he’d been hurt by what ever made the crashing sound.
“Um, Koyama-kun?” Shige called out.
The door opened an inch and Koyama’s face peeked out at him through the gap. Relief washed over the NewS member’s face and a moment later Shige found himself being hauled into the room.
“Thank Kami-sama someone’s still here. I need help.” Koyama announced and gestured to his crotch.
“H-help?” Shige was rather dubious about the kind of ‘help’ his friend needed that involved his crotch.
“Would you stop eyeing my package? I’m talking about the belt buckle. I borrowed it from the accessories table and now I can’t get it undone. Do you remember how much trouble Pi got into for taking home that necklace? They’re going to kill me.”
Shige nodded at that. The accessories around here weren’t cheap so if you were the last one seen wearing something that went missing you could basically kiss your pay check good bye.
“Let me look at it.” Shige asked as he dropped his bag and bent down to take a look at the clasp. He grabbed the two sides of it and tried to snap it open but it was stuck fast. He tightened his grip and tried again.
“Hey, don’t break it!” Koyama cried when Shige’s second attempt jolted his entire lower body.
“Sorry.” Shige muttered, getting down on his knees to look at it from a different angle. Maybe there was some cloth or something that was caught in the clasp. If they pulled it out of the way the thing should come free.
Koyama watched, fascinated, as Shige’s forehead pressed against his thigh. He figured that Shige was trying to look up at the underside of the buckle’s clasp but it felt more like he was trying to nuzzle into Koyama’s crotch.
Koyama continued to stand idly by and watch as Shige moved to look at it from above. His shirt was pulled free and held out of the way as Shige tugged on the belt to see the back of the buckle. Koyama couldn’t quite stop the gasp that left him as Shige’s hair tickled his bared stomach.
“What?” Shige asked, his innocent little face looking up the length of Koyama’s body.
“Um, nothing, it’s just … your hair was tickling me.”
“My hair?”
“Yes, on my stomach.”
“You must be pretty ticklish to be bothered by my hair.” Shige seemed to be smirking at him.
“I am not ticklish!” Koyama insisted, “I’m just … sensitive. There.”
“Sensitive?” A look of disbelief was plastered across Shige’s face and Koyama couldn’t say it didn’t worry him. He nodded and made an attempt to change the subject.
“Would you just help me with the buckle already?”
“Right. The buckle.”
Shige moved back to look at the thing as a whole. It snapped on like any other belt buckle but it wasn’t snapping off. Maybe there was some sort of release mechanism. Sure enough he noticed a little lever, so small that it was almost a button, hidden under the edge of the silverwork.
Shige was about to trigger it when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to find a very pink-faced Koyama with tightly shut eyes. Shige doubted that Koyama even knew he was holding onto his shoulder. Not ticklish. Shige smirked silently.
He put his head back down, making sure to move close enough to Koyama’s stomach as he pretended to inspect the buckle again. A hiss was released from above him and Shige smiled in success.
“Are you sure you’re not ticklish.”
“I’m sure. I’m just a little -”
“Sensitive. Yeah. The question is: How sensitive?” Shige asked as he blew softly on the small patch of exposed skin.
Koyama leapt backwards with a giggling yelp then cursed. His backside had collided painfully on the edge of the make-up counter.
“What did you do that for?”
“Sensitivity test.” Shige explained as he shuffled forward on his knees effectively trapping Koyama between the counter and Shige’s face.
“Um, Shige, you’re kinda making me nervous. Though, really, if anyone ought to be nervous, it should be you. You are the one whose face is an inch away from my crotch so I really don’t have a reason to be intimidated really,” Koyama ranted to himself as Shige pushed his fingers up to ‘feel’ the underside of the belt buckle. To be honest Shige was really only using it as an excuse to rub his knuckles against the other guy’s jeans, “C-could you stop doing that now, please?”
“So what you’re saying is that you’re uncomfortable even though I’m in the more vulnerable position?”
“Mm” Koyama nodded a little, then gasped. Shige did something weird to the back of his knees and the next thing he knew his legs had given out from under him. Koyama landed on Shige’s lap. Barely a second later he was pushed to the ground as Shige pressed down on top of him.
“Do you feel better about it now that you’re in the vulnerable position?”
“Shige this isn’t funny.”
“I’m not trying to be funny. I’m trying to let you know that I want you.”
“Y-you can’t.”
“And why not?” Shige asked as his fingers began unbuttoning the shirt below him, starting at Koyama’s ‘sensitive spot’ and working their way upward.
“Well … ah --” Koyama wracked his brain.
Why is my brain not working? Fingers spread his shirt open and heated his skin. Strong lips played along the vein of his neck. Koyama’s eyes rolled back in his head as the button of Shige’s jeans dug into the small of his abdomen.
Koyama desperately searched for something to tether him to reality before he got lost in the fog. There was nothing though. He was lying on the floor beneath the make-up counter in his SC dressing room. The only thing he had to look at was a few old pieces of gum stuck to the underside of the bench and a bit of graffiti that said ‘YamaP wants Jin’ in Ryo’s childish handwriting.
“What was the question?” Koyama asked. His voice was far too breathy for his liking.
“Huh… question?”
Koyama looked up at Shige’s face. His eyes were darker than usual, mouth red from all the kissing and suckling that was attacking the elder man’s chest. Koyama realised that as far gone as he was, Shige was worse. For some reason that was just incredibly sexy.
Their conversation dried up as Koyama bought Shige down to kiss him. One of them, neither was sure which, moaned low in his throat. Shige’s shirt came off easily and his jeans followed. Then Koyama remembered why this wouldn’t work.
“Ah … t-the belt buckle.”
“Huh?”
“My pants won’t come off.” Koyama whined into Shige’s neck.
Shige lifted his hips and let his hand move down. He released the trigger under the buckle and tugged the fly out of the way. Koyama was left shocked and staring down at Shige’s hands that were now tugging his jeans and boxers down past his thighs.
“H-how did you?”
“Will power.” Shige teased as his hand searched blindly along the countertop above them.
Koyama watched confused when Shige pulled his hand back down, holding a jar of face cream. The dark haired singer kissed his way down Koyama’s chest and stopped to pay special attention to the sensitive area of his stomach. Something cold and wet enveloped his erection and Koyama’s body jolted at the sensation.
“Sh-Shige?”
“Soon baby.” Shige soothed as he nuzzled Koyama’s stomach and palmed his erection.
As he slowly started moving back up and Koyama realised that one of Shige’s hands was down between his own thighs, the jar of cream now abandoned on the floor beside them. Shige’s mouth latched onto his Koyama’s as lotion covered hands trickled up Koyama’s sides to hold onto his shoulders as Shige positioned himself above him.
Koyama’s brain finally set in and he reached down to hold himself steady as Shige sunk down onto him. What little brain power Koyama had regained turned to mush as tight muscle encased him. This felt so right … so warm … so fucking amazing!
His hips bucked up and buried him to the hilt and Shige whined above him before lifting up and repeating the whole thing again. Koyama’s hands moved to Shige’s waist guiding them into a leisurely pace. Koyama wanted to saviour every sensation that passed through him.
Shige lay down fully against Koyama’s chest, letting the man beneath him set the pace. Koyama’s hands came up to frame his face and Shige looked down at him. Their eyes locked as Koyama pressed in again. Shige had to fight to keep his eyes open and focused on his lover.
“Sh-Shigaki.” Koyama wrapped him up in his arms and rolled them over. Shige grunted and readjusted before planting his feet on the ground and angling his hips. Much as Koyama wanted to take things slowly he just couldn’t hold back for much longer.
The pace increased steadily until Shige ended up with his arms braced against the wall above his head as Koyama pounded into him. Neither could do much more than pant as the sweat rolled off them and the pleasure coiled within them.
Shige came first, screaming and clawing at the wall above his head. The look on his face coupled with convulsing muscles tipped Koyama over the edge grunting and sinking his teeth into the shoulder beneath him as his seed exploded into the younger band mate.
They collapsed against each other, sweat congealing as they clung and waited for their breath to even out. Koyama turned his head to look at his best friend.
“So what does this mean?” he asked.
“Means? I wanted you. I got you. I’m not going to let you go.” Shige explained with short breaths and a pink face that may or may not have had anything to do with what he’d just confessed.
Koyama grinned at him.
“Well, I guess you’d better take me home with you then.”
Shige returned the grin and tightened his arms around his waist.
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These weren't beta'd so if you see any mistakes, please let me know.