[kink_bingo] In Bloom : Making Point (YokoHina)
In Bloom : Making Point
Correction status: beta'ed by my lovely zukkii ♥
Author(s) : yue_akuma
Pairing : Murakami Shingo/Yokoyama Yuu.
Rating : NC-17.
Wordcount : ~2420 words
Warnings : Sex pollen, blowjobs, full sex scenes, hints of BDSM, eventual dub-con(?), AU, stuff.
Summary : Yoko wants to avoid more troubles. Hina doesn't approve.
Notes : Sequel of In Bloom, for the "held down" square. Kinda for Laura who bugged me to read it! XD
When Yoko wakes up this morning, he’s startled to find that he’s not alone in his bed. A few seconds of internal panic later, he sighs and recalls the events of the day before. Truth is, he doesn’t know what got into him (or into Hina); of course, he has always found the guy quite attractive, but Hina is his friend, and Yoko doesn’t sleep with friends. Well, didn’t.
It’s embarrassing, too, because it felt like his mind had totally shut off, leaving his body to react and act on its own. And there are a lot of things Yoko doesn’t like his body to show, like how he’s got close-to-a-fetish for big cocks, and also how he likes people ordering him around and dominating him. If you’d ask him, Yoko would claim to be sadistic and not at all a submissive, but that’s all a lie.
And Hina obviously saw it. And liked it. Yoko shivers just thinking about it, thankful that Hina’s still asleep next to him - he also decides to go take a shower because he’s getting hard just thinking about all of this, and he can’t afford falling in the sex trap once again.
A (long) shower later, Yoko feels considerably better. Hina’s still sleeping, but it’s not a problem; as soon as the guy will be up, Yoko fully intends on telling him that it was a one-time thing only and that it’s better if they stay just friends. Friends who don’t have incredibly mind-blowing sex together. Yoko slaps himself and wills his brain to focus - it works for about ten minutes though.
Just when he’s about to let himself go on daydreaming about sex again, his cell phone vibrates on the coffee table. Yoko frowns at the message he seems to already have and calls Aiba back, wondering what the hell could be so important - Aiba never calls, he usually sends mails. A lot of them. Thrice a day.
But Aiba doesn’t answer his phone - as expected. Yoko calls his voicemail, listens, chokes on his coffee, listens again. And just when he’s about to listen a third time to be sure he heard right, someone smacks his ass - the noise Yoko lets out then is very loud and very high-pitched but he’ll never admit to it.
“Good morning!” Hina says, entirely too noisy for someone who just woke up, even though Yoko’s used to Hina’s loud voice for all these years. Yoko turns around, ready to yell at Hina, but…
Yoko blinks, holding his cell phone in a death grip.
Hina is naked. Very, very much naked. In Yoko’s living room.
Yoko’s first thought is that, damn, he really wants to lick all over Hina’s skin. Mostly his abs.
His second thought is that he really needs to stop having weird friends.
“Hmm, hi.”
Hina grins - it’s ridiculously hot, Yoko’s treacherous brain provides - and Yoko escapes to the kitchen, where he stares at his flowers for a long time. He hears shuffling in the living room, and when Hina appears again he’s wearing his jeans.
“So. What’s up?”
Taking a shaky breath, Yoko points to his flowers. “Need to get rid of them.”
“Why’s that?” Hina growls, walking to the plant and smelling the flowers. Yoko has a faint moment of incredulity, before shouting “Don’t!”
Hina turns to him, an eyebrow raised - obviously he thinks Yoko’s crazy or something, but that’s the last of Yoko’s troubles right now.
“No, really, don’t!” he screeches, rushing to Hina and taking the flowers away from him. “It’s bad for us! Aiba called and-“
“Is it poisonous?”
“N-no, but…”
Hina seems doubtful, even more when Yoko turns around to put the plant away and instead bumps into the fridge, his nose landing in the biggest flower.
“Fuck,” he growls, finally putting the experiment above the same fridge, and suddenly there’s heat behind him and Yoko has a sense of impending doom.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Hina’s husky voice replies, far too close to his ear, “we need to do that again.”
It gives Yoko goosebumps and a terrible need to get on his knees and do whatever Hina wants him to do, but he remembers that it’s also what he wanted yesterday - he flails his way out of Hina’s embrace upon realizing that the pollen’s affecting him too.
Unfortunately, Hina follows him. Yoko tries to close and lock the door of his bedroom, but Hina’s stronger than him and pushes the door enough to slip inside; the next second he pulls Yoko closer by the hair and kisses him hard enough to see him see stars.
Yoko grips Hina arms, willing himself to stop this insanity before things get even more fucked up; he finally manages to push the other man away, but it’s almost physically painful.
“Stop it,” he pants, trying his hardest to glare while he’s talking. “Stop it now and go back to your place. You don’t want this.”
Hina looks confused for a moment, head hung to the side - and Yoko curses himself for finding that adorable.
“Are you also going to say that yesterday was a mistake?”
That takes Yoko by surprise. He’d like to say it wasn’t, but… “Yeah. Yeah, it was.”
“Right,” Hina snorts, “and you didn’t enjoy it one minute.”
“That’s not the point,” Yoko whines.
Hina grins. “You enjoyed it.”
Yoko blushes hard enough for Hina to have his answer. He chuckles, shakes his head.
“Listen, if you’re freaking out, it’s okay with me. We can have a second round for me to prove you it wasn’t a mistake.”
And before his sentence is finished, Hina reaches out and pushes Yoko; this one yelps and falls on his back on the bed, his brain shouting ‘DANGER’ while his body is screaming ‘VICTORY’.
It’s difficult then to fight Hina, even more so when he crawls on top of Yoko and holds him down, making sure Yoko can’t move around too much. Yoko whimpers, tries to arch and to turn around, but the more he shifts the harder Hina is pinning him, and it turns Yoko on faster than he would like to admit.
“Let go of me,” he tries to order, but it comes out weak and pleading; Hina stares at him, and Yoko shivers at the other man’s predatory look.
“You like it” is all Hina says before closing the distance and kissing Yoko again, still holding him, and Yoko loses his breath a bit more with every second that passes by. The closeness is intoxicating, and he wants nothing more than to pull Hina even closer, against him, inside even, so deeply entwined that it would be difficult to know who’s starting where - but there’s also Aiba’s warning in his head, about the aphrodisiac effects, though it doesn’t sober him up at all.
He still tries weakly to protest when Hina starts undressing him, slowly enough for Yoko not to notice at first; Hina’s got an arm across Yoko’s chest to stop him for moving, and when Yoko’s shirt disappears Hina flips Yoko on his front, pinning him even more effectively with all his weight - Yoko tries very hard not to moan, even more when he feels Hina’s hard-on rubbing against his ass.
Almost magically Yoko’s pants and underwear disappear down his legs, and a hand slithers between his crotch and the bed, holding his hard-on in a firm grip.
“Still saying you don’t want it?” Hina says in Yoko’s ear, voice low and terribly alluring; Yoko tries to keep his composure but when Hina strokes him all he can do is moan, head spinning from the sudden need.
Hina turns him around again, staring at him with what looks a lot like an evil grin, but this time Yoko follows obediently, his skin feeling unbearably cold when Hina pulls back to shed his own clothes from his body. Yoko watches, fingers still clutching the sheets, and a part of his mind wonders what it’d be like to have this man just for him on dating basis.
The thought is quickly discarded though when Hina comes back, kissing him again, and Yoko suddenly wants nothing more but to feel these lips on him, everywhere. Hina apparently is a mind-reader, because he starts kicking and licking along Yoko’s jaw, down to his throat and then back up to his earlobe; he bites it and Yoko whimpers, body shaking.
“I want to break you in so many delicious ways that you’ll never stop wanting me ever again,” Hina whispers, punctuating his words with a lick to Yoko’s ear. “I want to make you come so hard and so much that you’ll only remember my name.”
Yoko moans, legs locking behind Hina’s thighs to pull him closer. “Do it,” he growls, “do whatever you want, but just… Do it. Take me.”
He expects embarrassment to take over him, but it doesn’t happen - Yoko wonders if it’s the flowers’ fault - and instead teeth close around his right nipple, making him cry out. He can feel Hina growling ‘mine’ into his skin, and Yoko can’t find words to explain how hot it makes him, how his blood seems to turn into lava every time Hina touches him.
“Turn around,” is whispered in his ear and Yoko scrambles to do so, moaning when he feels the heat of Hina’s body against his back; the man pins him once again to the bed and bites Yoko’s neck with a growl.
“I want to fuck you like that…”
“Yes,” is the only coherent reply Yoko has in this moment; thankfully Hina doesn’t ask for more and leaves the room to retrieve the lube and condoms they used the night before - and which, Yoko suddenly realizes, must still be on the floor somewhere near the kitchen.
When Hina comes back Yoko finds himself close to jumping him, and he spares a minute as of how he could miss Hina even though he left for only two minutes or so. He figures it’s his body doing the talking, moving on its own and trying to touch Hina’s own everywhere it can; he’s stopped by Hina though.
“Don’t move,” he whispers, voice tight, before smacking Yoko’s ass. Yoko can hear the lube tube squirting and wills himself to stay still, but it doesn’t work very well; once Hina’s got two fingers deep in him Yoko starts squirming, wanting more and getting impatient. Hina smacks his ass again, and this time Yoko whimpers and rubs himself on the bed.
“Stop that and fuck me now” is what he wants to say, but Hina once again proves to be a mind-reader. The fingers disappear, leaving him feeling empty, and the next noise Yoko recognizes is the condom wrapper being opened.
There’s a guttural moan leaving his throat the moment Hina starts pushing inside of him, and Yoko grips the sheets for dear life, trying not to move. Once Hina’s fully inside, it feels like he’s going even deeper than the previous night, and Yoko can feel everything twice as much as the position they’re in doesn’t let him spread his legs much - Hina’s thighs are trapping his own.
“So tight,” Hina purrs in his ear, eliciting a full-body shiver, “I should always fuck you like that.”
Yoko moans his approval, and when Hina starts moving it’s like his body is a never-ending bundle of nerves; everything feels good, and it’s almost overwhelming. His cock keeps on rubbing against the sheets, to a point where it could almost be painful, and Yoko’s about to whine about it when Hina grabs his hips and changes the angle; the world dissolves in sparks of white and all Yoko can do is cry out at how good it feels, how he never wants it to stop.
The sweat’s dripping along his back and legs, giving a nice contrast of feelings with the heat emanating from Hina’s body; their bodies slide together as if they were made to go together and Yoko wonders why they never slept together far before all of this - they totally seem compatible, at least in bed.
He’s about to reach down to jerk himself when Hina bites his neck, and Yoko groans as he feels him twitching from inside. There’s a part of him which wants to whine about Hina being done before him, but it’s reduced to silence when Hina pulls out and flips Yoko on his back again - apparently he really wants to move him like a puppet today.
Yoko watches, panting heavily, as Hina kneels on the floor and pulls him closer before swallowing his hard-on, sucking hard; Yoko wails, fingers reaching for Hina’s hair and pulling at how good it feels, and when Hina moans around his hard-on while pushing two fingers inside him again Yoko comes, so hard that he doesn’t make a sound, everything exploding in fireworks.
When he comes down of his haze, Hina’s coming back from the bathroom cleaned and with a wet cloth, and Yoko fondly thinks that it’s what a lover would do before mentally slapping himself.
Hina cleans the sweat softly along his body, smiling when Yoko squirms, body still sensitive.
“Did you… Did you swallow?”
Hina’s smile turns into a wide grin. “Of course. Like you did yesterday. You taste good too, better than I expected.”
Blushing hard, Yoko tries to hide under the sheets but it just have Hina laughing harder, leaving the cloth on the floor next to the bed before joining Yoko in bed, pulling him closer.
“So, now that my point is made,” he says then very seriously, “I think we should start hmmm… Maybe not dating, but at least fuck on a more regular basis.”
Yoko positively flails, trying to escape Hina’s arms but failing. Hina just laughs.
“You’re so cute!”
“I’m not! You just take advantage of my weakness!”
Hina smirks and kisses Yoko’s neck. “Whatever you say. I can prove you that my ideas are good if you want. For the second-no, third time.”
It takes a bit of a pointed staring for Yoko to understand that Hina wants a second round, and even though he thinks about saying ‘yes’ he also doesn’t want to look too easy. Which he is, he realizes.
“After a nap, maybe,” he mumbles, turning his back to Hina as he yawns.
Hina’s soft chuckle lulls Yoko to sleep somehow, and he kind of feels it when the other man tightens his hold on him, whispering in his hair “mine.”
It makes him fall asleep with a smile.
.END.
Jajajaaan~ (￣3￣)ﾉ