Gift fic for spurious
Title: The incredible life of Yokoyama Yuu.
Pairing/Characters: Yoko/Hina, Yoko/Subaru friendship, Hina/Subaru, Subaru/a lot of people, hinted Subaru/Yasu and Subaru/Ryo.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: alternate universe, sex talks, rough sex, toys, rimming, blowjobs, Subaru’s sex life, sex in general.
Notes: A huge thank you goes to C-chan for betaing this. Also, to spurious, I prayed to have you as my assignment, and my prayers have been heard, so, enjoy~! :D
Summary: Living with Subaru is weird, but it brings a lot of good things to Yoko. Namely, Shingo.
Yoko’s life is hard. Not hard in the ‘I don’t have money’ way, but hard in the ‘must not jump people’ way. He blames Subaru for it, because sharing an apartment with his best friend also means hearing him and/or one of his (numerous) partners while having sex. And, considering that Subaru’s sex life is as weird as it is active… It means that Yoko is awake a lot.
Not that he can’t sleep, because noise never stopped him from sleeping since childhood. More like he doesn’t want to sleep. Listening to what’s happening in Subaru’s bedroom certainly widened his knowledge of kinks and sex in general. So he listens, most of the time while jerking off, and sometimes he even takes notes.
Of course, some could say that it should be a bit disturbing to listen to his best friend at night, but it’s different for Yoko and Subaru. They have known each other since school, discovered love at the same time (by falling in love with the same girl) and, a few years later, had their first sexual attempts together. Subaru never was shy about what he liked around Yoko, so they naturally helped each other out when need, experimented things, until one or the other found a girlfriend (or, later, a boyfriend).
Now, they don’t do things together anymore, mostly because Yoko is easily embarrassed, and also because, well, nights are already something between them; Yoko is 90% sure that Subaru knows he’s listening, and sometimes he even would leave the door half-open for Yoko to peek in. But Yoko, unlike his friend, isn’t much of a voyeur - and that isn’t saying much, because, for Subaru, anything goes, really. As long as the person in front of him likes the same thing he likes and uses condoms, Subaru isn’t picky. Which explains how he can bring so many people back home.
And then, one day, there’s a change in Subaru’s pattern; most people wouldn’t have realized, but Yoko immediately clicks to it. Usually, Subaru would have someone in his room every night, except on Wednesdays and Thursdays; the first because both friends have their movie night, and the second because, he reasoned, too much of something kills the awesomeness of it (Yoko still wonders, though, what is ‘too much’ in Subaru’s brain.)
Now, though, he takes these two days ‘off’, but also Mondays and Tuesdays. And, sometimes, he doesn’t come back home before the break of dawn; that would never had happened before as Subaru likes to be home by 1 in the morning, because after this time he would only meet drunk people, or would get drunk himself.
At first, Yoko thought that Subaru may have found a serious relationship. Then, Subaru starts talking to him about what he would like to do if he had a regular relationship, and Yoko starts flailing inwardly. Subaru being interested this much in a life other than his only equals trouble. And Yoko doesn’t like trouble. At all.
So he just changes the subject every time. Or at least he tries to.
After a while, it appears clear that Subaru has started hunting for Yoko; he already knows what his best friend likes, after all, so he tries, at first subtly, then more and more bluntly, to introduce him to people - if calling him in his bedroom at night while he’s getting fucked can be considered introducing.
It makes Yoko feel a little bit desperate and a lot bit annoyed, but every time he tells Subaru to cut the crap, the other man just laughs at him and proposes they sleep together. Which makes Yoko blush and flee to his own room. Embarrassing.
Then, one day, Subaru brings back a guy home. Well, brings him back again, because Subaru himself has a few regulars who come often enough for Yoko to recognize them but not enough for him to know or remember their names. This one, he recognizes him by the crooked teeth, and also because Subaru always uses a lot of adjectives to talk about his penis - huge, big, enormous, epic, incredible, and so on.
It wouldn’t bother Yoko if they just had sex. But they don’t just have sex this night. They also go to the living room and put a movie on (at 2 in the morning, yes) and Subaru calls for Yoko and asks him if he want to join them.
Yoko buries himself under his covers.
But Subaru tries again the night after. And the one after again. And on and on until Yoko wonders if the crooked teeth guy doesn’t live with them now. Up to one day, when he comes back from an errand, and finds Subaru and the other dude in the kitchen, chatting while drinking beers.
“Yoko, here’s Shingo. Shingo, here’s Yoko. Now you’ll excuse me, but I have a hot blonde in skirt to go visit.”
And, with that, he’s gone.
The other man - Shingo, his brain supplies - looks at him, smiles, nods. Yoko nods back, awkwardly standing in the entry with his bags. He can’t help but think that the guy’s hot, very hot, and his cheeks heat up considerably.
“Want help with that?”
Yoko gapes, looks down - and realizes that Shingo’s talking about the bags, not his pants, thank you very much.
He’s a bit disappointed at first, but then shrugs, and accepts the help, along with a beer.
Turns out, Shingo’s a nice guy. He laughs at Yoko’s bad puns - even if it’s coming along with a slap on the head - and knows a lot about food - Yoko’s favorite subject after sex, video games and mangas. He’s also a car racer, and collects cars with names so fancy that Yoko can’t even afford saying the names out loud.
Yoko learns that Shingo and Subaru actually were neighbors in their childhood, and have known each other for a while. It’s a surprise, really, because Subaru never told him about Shingo, but not a bad one. That means he can act more natural around him - because no one being friends with Subaru can be scared by anybody anymore.
So, in the end, it doesn’t bother him anymore when Shingo’s hanging out with them - they tend to bicker a lot, but they also laugh a great deal and have similar ideas on a lot of things. And, Shingo’s still as hot as the first time they met, and Yoko can’t not admire the view.
It even manages to make Yoko get out at night; the three of them go in bars and clubs, talking and dancing, and Yoko realizes he missed all of this. That also means, though, witnessing Subaru whoring out on the dancefloor, but Yoko’s past being bothered by that. What does bother him, though, is that, tonight, Subaru disappears an hour after arriving with a short guy with a shark-like grin, and Yoko is stuck with Shingo in the middle of a club he doesn’t even like.
He’s about to voice rather loudly his annoyance, when Shingo starts flashing his megawatt smile and grabbing his wrist. “Come on, let’s dance!”
And the next thing Yoko knows, he’s on the dancefloor himself, moving to some catchy pop music, with Shingo laughing and dancing in front of him. It makes him feel naked somehow, the fact that there’s a crowd around him, just short from rubbing against each other, and along in the embarrassment comes something he didn’t expect - arousal.
Yoko tries to stop this nonsense then, a bit panicky - he needs to leave and go home and lock himself in his bedroom where he’s safe and no one will judge him - but once again Shingo seems to read his mind and pulls him closer, his hand at the small of Yoko’s back, so close that Yoko can feel the other man’s breath on his face, and the heat radiating from Shingo’s body is almost overwhelming him.
“Dance with me,” Shingo says, low and intimate, as if sharing a secret, and Yoko can’t stop himself; he starts moving again, in sync with Shingo’s own moves, and he’s amazed at how perfectly their bodies fit together. The crowd around them seems to dissolve as the only things on his mind are Shingo’s smell, the way they dance together, and how the other man’s lips are calling to him. Then Shingo licks them, slowly, and Yoko barely bites back a moan before closing the distance, tasting them with his own tongue.
They kiss languidly, almost lazily, for a long time, before someone bumps into Yoko; the spell is broken, leaving him very aware of the amount of people around them, of how everybody could have been watching him as he was kissing a guy he barely knows in a club - and he runs away.
The cool breeze of the night, once he’s outside, makes him shiver, contrasting too much with his still-overheated skin; Yoko feels lightheaded, both in good and bad ways. His head’s spinning, and leans against a car to regain some composure when Shingo shows up.
“You okay?”
Yoko nods, not looking at the other guy in the eye. He knows he must be red, both from arousal and shame, so it surprises him even more when Shingo steps closer and whispers in his ear, “You’re gorgeous.”
Jumping a bit, Yoko shakes his head, frowning, but Shingo’s already pulling him closer again, fingers tight around Yoko’s wrist.
“Don’t leave, just-Let’s go home?”
“Why?” Yoko whines, trying not to sound too intrigued by the idea.
“Because,” Shingo chuckles, “I’ve been wanting to do so for a while already.”
“I thought you were having fun with Subaru!”
“I have with him, yeah. But I’d like it better if I could have fun with you.”
Yoko sighs, tries to clear his mind, but it doesn’t work; the mere proximity of Shingo’s body is making his own tingle with excitement and apprehension.
“Okay,” he finally says. “Let’s go back home.”
The car ride is silent; Yoko doesn’t know what on Shingo’s mind, but his own brain is already full of things which could possibly happen, and he doesn’t trust himself to talk without ending up asking for Shingo to take him, now, in the car, and hard please.
It’s not his fault he heard most of Shingo’s encounters with Subaru, and it always amazed him how Shingo seemed to make the other one do whatever he wanted just with an order. Somehow, Yoko hoped that Shingo wouldn’t be soft with him either.
When they reach the building, Yoko almost runs up the stairs, making his keys fall three times and tripping in his own feet at least twice. Once inside, he’s happily surprised to find that Subaru isn’t there, and he barely has time to close the door before Shingo is on him, pinning him to the nearest wall and kissing him hard enough to make him see stars. His own hands are gripping at Shingo’s arms, feeling the hard muscles of his biceps, and Yoko moans, thinking of the rest of the body. It makes Shingo chuckle.
“Impatient, are we?” Yoko nods, eyes on the floor. “Shall we stay here, or go to your room?”
Yoko doesn’t reply; he grabs Shingo’s hand and leads him to his bedroom, standing awkwardly in the middle of it once they’re there.
Shingo lifts his chin with a finger, staring right into his eyes long enough for Yoko to feel the blush spread to all his body and not long enough for him to want to look away.
“Tell me you want it. I don’t want to think I’ve forced you into this.”
“I w-want it…” Yoko stutters.
“Do you trust me?”
“Why?”
Shingo grins. “Because you’re just too adorable and I want to do really bad things to you.”
His breath hitching, Yoko replies with a kiss that is all tongue - and curses himself for being so easy, but, hey, he hasn’t gotten laid in a long, long time. Shingo doesn’t complain, if anything he kisses back all the same, hands wandering under Yoko’s shirt and directly going for his nipples, rubbing and pinching until Yoko’s whimpering in his mouth, body shaking. He didn’t even know he was so sensitive there, but Shingo seems to know exactly what he’s doing. Yoko’s nubs are hard and erect very soon, and when Shingo pinches and pulls harder Yoko moans before hiding his face in Shingo’s neck in embarrassment.
“Look at me,” Shingo growls, pulling at his hair just enough for the pain to be good, making Yoko moan again, even louder. “Look at me, I wanna see you.”
It’s difficult for Yoko to keep eye contact, even more when his own noises turn sluttier and needier, but there’s a part of him that wants to please, to obey - he thinks about all these years pretending that he was more of a sadist and wants to laugh, because obviously it’s not the case, or at least not with this man.
The fingers in his hair don’t let up, pulling a bit more everytime Yoko’s about to look away, and by the time Shingo stops playing with his chest Yoko is heavily panting and hard as a rock. He’s being kissed again, loving the way Shingo holds him and controls the kiss; Shingo’s free hand travels south, groping him through his jeans, and Yoko’s knees buckle.
“Do you really trust me?” Shingo asks again. “Because as of now I might be hard on you. In every way. Mostly the ways which will make you feel uncomfortable. But I won’t hurt you,” he adds, “or at least not too much.”
Swallowing, Yoko takes a few seconds to think about it, while his cock seems to grow even harder at the idea of being putty in Shingo’s hands.
“Yes or no?”
His hair is pulled again, harder, and Yoko cries out a “yes!” which sounds so wanton that he immediately feels ashamed. It seems to be the correct answer, though, because Shingo’s kissing him again while nearly ripping the clothes off his body.
Once he’s naked, he’s pushed down, strong hands on his shoulders leading him until he’s kneeling in front of the other man, and, oh, he knows what’s going to happen.
Shingo takes off his belt, pushes his own jeans and underwear just enough to reveal his erection, and now Yoko understands Subaru’s terms for talking about it; it is mouth-wateringly big. Without even being prompted to, he licks at the head, and follows the veins with his tongue, liking the way it twitches. He wants to take it in his hands, to play with it, but Shingo clicks his tongue.
“Don’t. Keep your hands behind your back.”
Yoko does as told, encouraged by Shingo’s fingers running gently through his hair, before shifting closer and licking again at the hard-on in front of him, this time more pointedly. He takes it in mouth, going a bit further with every move, and, feeling bold, slowly takes it to the hilt; Shingo’s pubes are tickling his nose, the head of his cock is lodged in the back of his throat, and Yoko stops breathing for a second, enjoying the gasps and groans and shivers of Shingo’s body. Then he pulls back, still slowly, sucking on the head, but his head is stopped, held in place by Shingo’s fingers, gripping at his hair.
“Open wide.”
Yoko does so, and then Shingo’s moving, thrusting in and out his mouth, rubbing against his lips, and, fuck, Yoko likes it. He tries to stay still, but he can’t help the groans he’s making everytime Shingo’s cock comes close to his throat, spurring the man to go faster. It doesn’t take long before Shingo’s fucking Yoko’s mouth, forcing himself so deep he’s almost gagging him, making Yoko moan, his own erection twitching at every low noise Shingo makes. He can’t even breathe correctly, but it doesn’t matter, because his head is spinning and it feels good, so good, that he’s afraid he would be able to come just by being face-fucked.
But then, his mouth is empty, and he whines a bit at the loss, earning a chuckle from Shingo.
“Yeah, I enjoyed that too, but for now let’s try something else, okay?”
Yoko nods, anticipation already building up. If everything’s as good as this, he’s up for absolutely anything Shingo wants him to do.
“Do you have any toys?”
“W-what kind?”
“Vibrators, or even simple buttplugs?”
Blushing from head to toe, Yoko stands up on wobbly legs and makes his way to his bed; under, there’s a box, and inside the box, a large amount of lube, condoms, and sex toys, all gifts from Subaru.
Shingo lets out an impressed whistle; Yoko snorts.
“I never used any of these actually, but…”
Before he can even finish his sentence, Shingo’s next to him, now naked, and pushing him on the bed.
“On your belly, ass up, legs spread.”
Yoko quickly follows the directions; he’s half-surprised when Shingo uses his belt to tie his wrists behind his back but doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to wait long before a slick finger circles his rim, teasing him slowly. He shudders, loving the soft feeling of someone caressing him there, and gasps when the same finger pushes at his entrance, without even entering him. It lasts for several long minutes, turning Yoko into a mess of want, and Yoko whines.
“Beg for it,” Shingo orders, and Yoko grits his teeth.
“Come on,” the other man says again, amusement evident in his voice, “you know you want it. Beg for it, and I’ll make it good for you.”
But Yoko is stubborn when embarrassed, and refuses to say a word.
“Fine, let’s do it differently.”
He shivers at the resolve in Shingo’s voice, and then there’s something vibrating against his hole and Yoko positively yelps. It feels even better, so he pushes back against him, only to be held down by Shingo.
“None of that. Either you beg, or you stay perfectly still and let me have fun.”
Yoko whimpers, but tries not to move, which proves to be increasingly difficult as Shingo turns up the vibrations and pushes harder at Yoko’s entrance; it’s about to open, really, and Yoko’s body is shaking with how hard he wants it, but he doesn’t give up, hoping that Shingo will grow tired of this before him.
Only, many minutes later, Shingo isn’t tired of teasing Yoko yet; he’s pinning him down, an arm slung across his lower back, Yoko’s erection trapped between his belly and the bedcover, the damn vibrator still giving him all kind of delicious feelings and nothing more. The belt is digging a bit into the skin of his wrists, but Yoko likes that. Actually, he likes everything - he just hopes Shingo would get on with it before he comes untouched.
That’s when nails start to rake down the inside of his thighs that Yoko forgets about shame and stubbornness.
“Please!” he cries out, voice raw; “please put it in me!”
Shingo lets out a satisfied sound, pushes the toy deeper in, and Yoko moans, helpless, spreading his legs wider as he feels the vibrations up to his tailbone. There’s a bit more lube being added; the vibrator slides deeper still, stretching him open slowly, and Yoko’s lost between slight pain, discomfort and pleasure, panting against his pillow. The more he squirms, the faster Shingo moves the toy, until the moment it’s gone; Yoko whimpers but gasps when a stinging slap lands on his right buttcheek.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” Shingo’s voice is breathless, turning Yoko on even more if that’s possible, and before he can say anything Shingo’s spreading his ass and licking around his rim hungrily; when he pushes in, Yoko gargles incoherently, fighting the embarrassment that’s creeping up at the thought of someone doing this to him.
When his hips start to move on their own though, Shingo pulls away, pushes two fingers inside of Yoko, curls them where it matters. Yoko moans and his body tenses up, his cock twitching dangerously.
“Fuckfuckfuck-Stop, stop, please, don’t want to come yet, fuck…”
The fingers disappear from inside of Yoko; Shingo makes him turn around gently, kissing him until he’s relaxed again, before saying, voice low and obviously worked up, “You didn’t obey, I’ll have to punish you.”
Yoko doesn’t expect it, but Shingo slaps him in the face. Not as hard as could be, but still. It stings, the heat creeping up Yoko’s face, and oddly enough Yoko almost likes it, while the coherent part of his brain (or what’s left of it) wants to shout at Shingo that he’s a weirdo.
“That’ll be all for today,” Shingo sighs, thumbing at the cheek he just hit. “Next time, maybe, we’ll try more. Or maybe spanking, yeah?”
Yoko nods, speechless; the only thing he heard in all of this is next time, and he’d like his heart to stop beating so fast at that thought. He rises up a bit, neck strained, and catches Shingo’s lips with his own; they kiss some more, more than could be deemed necessary, but Yoko likes kissing already and Shingo’s kisses are leaving him as lightheaded as when they were in the club.
“I want to fuck you.”
The confession is also unexpected; Yoko moans, breathes a “yes”, lets the other man move him around. Shingo unties his wrists at first, then pushes him face against the nearest wall. This time he doesn’t ask Yoko if it’s okay, but Yoko doesn’t care because he would have agreed anyway.
He watches as Shingo takes a condom, rolling it on his angry red erection before adding more lube, and the sudden rush of arousal he feels startles him. He wants it, wants to be taken, now, because he doesn’t think he can take anymore teasing without turning into a sobbing mess - and that would be more embarrassing than anything he’s done tonight.
Thankfully, Shingo either is a mind reader or feels the same, because he wastes no time thrusting into him; Yoko cringes, not used to be filled and even less this much, but it feels good and overwhelming, and when Shingo finally starts to move, Yoko’s brain dissolves into a puddle of goo and the only words he seems to know anymore are “fuck yes”, “more”, and “there”.
Shingo’s thrusts are unrelenting, pushing him to the edge a bit more each time; Yoko’s nails are shredding the wallpaper and he can’t control the intensity of his moans, but it’s okay because all he can feel is pleasure and the need for more. When Shingo’s moves grow in strength, Yoko reaches for his neglected erection, and it only takes for him to fist himself before he’s coming in long stripes on the wall, crying out one last time before stumbling forward.
The only reason he doesn’t collapse is the way Shingo’s holding to him; Yoko realizes that the other one didn’t come yet and he’s surprised when Shingo pulls out, throws the condom in the bin and makes Yoko turns around. Instinctively, he kneels in front of him and opens his mouth; Shingo groans at the sight and comes, some of it landing on Yoko’s cheek, some on his chin, but most of it in his mouth, and Yoko lets out an appreciative noise.
Yoko likes to be pampered, even more after acting like a needy whore with a man he didn’t know that much. So it makes him happy that Shingo takes him back to bed, cleans him up, and puts back everything in the box before joining him under the covers.
“I hope I can stay?”
Snorting, Yoko doesn’t reply, just throws an arm around Shingo’s waist and lets sleep take over his tired and well fucked limbs.
He’ll have to thank Subaru tomorrow.
Pairing/Characters: Yoko/Hina, Yoko/Subaru friendship, Hina/Subaru, Subaru/a lot of people, hinted Subaru/Yasu and Subaru/Ryo.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: alternate universe, sex talks, rough sex, toys, rimming, blowjobs, Subaru’s sex life, sex in general.
Notes: A huge thank you goes to C-chan for betaing this. Also, to spurious, I prayed to have you as my assignment, and my prayers have been heard, so, enjoy~! :D
Summary: Living with Subaru is weird, but it brings a lot of good things to Yoko. Namely, Shingo.
Yoko’s life is hard. Not hard in the ‘I don’t have money’ way, but hard in the ‘must not jump people’ way. He blames Subaru for it, because sharing an apartment with his best friend also means hearing him and/or one of his (numerous) partners while having sex. And, considering that Subaru’s sex life is as weird as it is active… It means that Yoko is awake a lot.
Not that he can’t sleep, because noise never stopped him from sleeping since childhood. More like he doesn’t want to sleep. Listening to what’s happening in Subaru’s bedroom certainly widened his knowledge of kinks and sex in general. So he listens, most of the time while jerking off, and sometimes he even takes notes.
Of course, some could say that it should be a bit disturbing to listen to his best friend at night, but it’s different for Yoko and Subaru. They have known each other since school, discovered love at the same time (by falling in love with the same girl) and, a few years later, had their first sexual attempts together. Subaru never was shy about what he liked around Yoko, so they naturally helped each other out when need, experimented things, until one or the other found a girlfriend (or, later, a boyfriend).
Now, they don’t do things together anymore, mostly because Yoko is easily embarrassed, and also because, well, nights are already something between them; Yoko is 90% sure that Subaru knows he’s listening, and sometimes he even would leave the door half-open for Yoko to peek in. But Yoko, unlike his friend, isn’t much of a voyeur - and that isn’t saying much, because, for Subaru, anything goes, really. As long as the person in front of him likes the same thing he likes and uses condoms, Subaru isn’t picky. Which explains how he can bring so many people back home.
And then, one day, there’s a change in Subaru’s pattern; most people wouldn’t have realized, but Yoko immediately clicks to it. Usually, Subaru would have someone in his room every night, except on Wednesdays and Thursdays; the first because both friends have their movie night, and the second because, he reasoned, too much of something kills the awesomeness of it (Yoko still wonders, though, what is ‘too much’ in Subaru’s brain.)
Now, though, he takes these two days ‘off’, but also Mondays and Tuesdays. And, sometimes, he doesn’t come back home before the break of dawn; that would never had happened before as Subaru likes to be home by 1 in the morning, because after this time he would only meet drunk people, or would get drunk himself.
At first, Yoko thought that Subaru may have found a serious relationship. Then, Subaru starts talking to him about what he would like to do if he had a regular relationship, and Yoko starts flailing inwardly. Subaru being interested this much in a life other than his only equals trouble. And Yoko doesn’t like trouble. At all.
So he just changes the subject every time. Or at least he tries to.
After a while, it appears clear that Subaru has started hunting for Yoko; he already knows what his best friend likes, after all, so he tries, at first subtly, then more and more bluntly, to introduce him to people - if calling him in his bedroom at night while he’s getting fucked can be considered introducing.
It makes Yoko feel a little bit desperate and a lot bit annoyed, but every time he tells Subaru to cut the crap, the other man just laughs at him and proposes they sleep together. Which makes Yoko blush and flee to his own room. Embarrassing.
Then, one day, Subaru brings back a guy home. Well, brings him back again, because Subaru himself has a few regulars who come often enough for Yoko to recognize them but not enough for him to know or remember their names. This one, he recognizes him by the crooked teeth, and also because Subaru always uses a lot of adjectives to talk about his penis - huge, big, enormous, epic, incredible, and so on.
It wouldn’t bother Yoko if they just had sex. But they don’t just have sex this night. They also go to the living room and put a movie on (at 2 in the morning, yes) and Subaru calls for Yoko and asks him if he want to join them.
Yoko buries himself under his covers.
But Subaru tries again the night after. And the one after again. And on and on until Yoko wonders if the crooked teeth guy doesn’t live with them now. Up to one day, when he comes back from an errand, and finds Subaru and the other dude in the kitchen, chatting while drinking beers.
“Yoko, here’s Shingo. Shingo, here’s Yoko. Now you’ll excuse me, but I have a hot blonde in skirt to go visit.”
And, with that, he’s gone.
The other man - Shingo, his brain supplies - looks at him, smiles, nods. Yoko nods back, awkwardly standing in the entry with his bags. He can’t help but think that the guy’s hot, very hot, and his cheeks heat up considerably.
“Want help with that?”
Yoko gapes, looks down - and realizes that Shingo’s talking about the bags, not his pants, thank you very much.
He’s a bit disappointed at first, but then shrugs, and accepts the help, along with a beer.
Turns out, Shingo’s a nice guy. He laughs at Yoko’s bad puns - even if it’s coming along with a slap on the head - and knows a lot about food - Yoko’s favorite subject after sex, video games and mangas. He’s also a car racer, and collects cars with names so fancy that Yoko can’t even afford saying the names out loud.
Yoko learns that Shingo and Subaru actually were neighbors in their childhood, and have known each other for a while. It’s a surprise, really, because Subaru never told him about Shingo, but not a bad one. That means he can act more natural around him - because no one being friends with Subaru can be scared by anybody anymore.
So, in the end, it doesn’t bother him anymore when Shingo’s hanging out with them - they tend to bicker a lot, but they also laugh a great deal and have similar ideas on a lot of things. And, Shingo’s still as hot as the first time they met, and Yoko can’t not admire the view.
It even manages to make Yoko get out at night; the three of them go in bars and clubs, talking and dancing, and Yoko realizes he missed all of this. That also means, though, witnessing Subaru whoring out on the dancefloor, but Yoko’s past being bothered by that. What does bother him, though, is that, tonight, Subaru disappears an hour after arriving with a short guy with a shark-like grin, and Yoko is stuck with Shingo in the middle of a club he doesn’t even like.
He’s about to voice rather loudly his annoyance, when Shingo starts flashing his megawatt smile and grabbing his wrist. “Come on, let’s dance!”
And the next thing Yoko knows, he’s on the dancefloor himself, moving to some catchy pop music, with Shingo laughing and dancing in front of him. It makes him feel naked somehow, the fact that there’s a crowd around him, just short from rubbing against each other, and along in the embarrassment comes something he didn’t expect - arousal.
Yoko tries to stop this nonsense then, a bit panicky - he needs to leave and go home and lock himself in his bedroom where he’s safe and no one will judge him - but once again Shingo seems to read his mind and pulls him closer, his hand at the small of Yoko’s back, so close that Yoko can feel the other man’s breath on his face, and the heat radiating from Shingo’s body is almost overwhelming him.
“Dance with me,” Shingo says, low and intimate, as if sharing a secret, and Yoko can’t stop himself; he starts moving again, in sync with Shingo’s own moves, and he’s amazed at how perfectly their bodies fit together. The crowd around them seems to dissolve as the only things on his mind are Shingo’s smell, the way they dance together, and how the other man’s lips are calling to him. Then Shingo licks them, slowly, and Yoko barely bites back a moan before closing the distance, tasting them with his own tongue.
They kiss languidly, almost lazily, for a long time, before someone bumps into Yoko; the spell is broken, leaving him very aware of the amount of people around them, of how everybody could have been watching him as he was kissing a guy he barely knows in a club - and he runs away.
The cool breeze of the night, once he’s outside, makes him shiver, contrasting too much with his still-overheated skin; Yoko feels lightheaded, both in good and bad ways. His head’s spinning, and leans against a car to regain some composure when Shingo shows up.
“You okay?”
Yoko nods, not looking at the other guy in the eye. He knows he must be red, both from arousal and shame, so it surprises him even more when Shingo steps closer and whispers in his ear, “You’re gorgeous.”
Jumping a bit, Yoko shakes his head, frowning, but Shingo’s already pulling him closer again, fingers tight around Yoko’s wrist.
“Don’t leave, just-Let’s go home?”
“Why?” Yoko whines, trying not to sound too intrigued by the idea.
“Because,” Shingo chuckles, “I’ve been wanting to do so for a while already.”
“I thought you were having fun with Subaru!”
“I have with him, yeah. But I’d like it better if I could have fun with you.”
Yoko sighs, tries to clear his mind, but it doesn’t work; the mere proximity of Shingo’s body is making his own tingle with excitement and apprehension.
“Okay,” he finally says. “Let’s go back home.”
The car ride is silent; Yoko doesn’t know what on Shingo’s mind, but his own brain is already full of things which could possibly happen, and he doesn’t trust himself to talk without ending up asking for Shingo to take him, now, in the car, and hard please.
It’s not his fault he heard most of Shingo’s encounters with Subaru, and it always amazed him how Shingo seemed to make the other one do whatever he wanted just with an order. Somehow, Yoko hoped that Shingo wouldn’t be soft with him either.
When they reach the building, Yoko almost runs up the stairs, making his keys fall three times and tripping in his own feet at least twice. Once inside, he’s happily surprised to find that Subaru isn’t there, and he barely has time to close the door before Shingo is on him, pinning him to the nearest wall and kissing him hard enough to make him see stars. His own hands are gripping at Shingo’s arms, feeling the hard muscles of his biceps, and Yoko moans, thinking of the rest of the body. It makes Shingo chuckle.
“Impatient, are we?” Yoko nods, eyes on the floor. “Shall we stay here, or go to your room?”
Yoko doesn’t reply; he grabs Shingo’s hand and leads him to his bedroom, standing awkwardly in the middle of it once they’re there.
Shingo lifts his chin with a finger, staring right into his eyes long enough for Yoko to feel the blush spread to all his body and not long enough for him to want to look away.
“Tell me you want it. I don’t want to think I’ve forced you into this.”
“I w-want it…” Yoko stutters.
“Do you trust me?”
“Why?”
Shingo grins. “Because you’re just too adorable and I want to do really bad things to you.”
His breath hitching, Yoko replies with a kiss that is all tongue - and curses himself for being so easy, but, hey, he hasn’t gotten laid in a long, long time. Shingo doesn’t complain, if anything he kisses back all the same, hands wandering under Yoko’s shirt and directly going for his nipples, rubbing and pinching until Yoko’s whimpering in his mouth, body shaking. He didn’t even know he was so sensitive there, but Shingo seems to know exactly what he’s doing. Yoko’s nubs are hard and erect very soon, and when Shingo pinches and pulls harder Yoko moans before hiding his face in Shingo’s neck in embarrassment.
“Look at me,” Shingo growls, pulling at his hair just enough for the pain to be good, making Yoko moan again, even louder. “Look at me, I wanna see you.”
It’s difficult for Yoko to keep eye contact, even more when his own noises turn sluttier and needier, but there’s a part of him that wants to please, to obey - he thinks about all these years pretending that he was more of a sadist and wants to laugh, because obviously it’s not the case, or at least not with this man.
The fingers in his hair don’t let up, pulling a bit more everytime Yoko’s about to look away, and by the time Shingo stops playing with his chest Yoko is heavily panting and hard as a rock. He’s being kissed again, loving the way Shingo holds him and controls the kiss; Shingo’s free hand travels south, groping him through his jeans, and Yoko’s knees buckle.
“Do you really trust me?” Shingo asks again. “Because as of now I might be hard on you. In every way. Mostly the ways which will make you feel uncomfortable. But I won’t hurt you,” he adds, “or at least not too much.”
Swallowing, Yoko takes a few seconds to think about it, while his cock seems to grow even harder at the idea of being putty in Shingo’s hands.
“Yes or no?”
His hair is pulled again, harder, and Yoko cries out a “yes!” which sounds so wanton that he immediately feels ashamed. It seems to be the correct answer, though, because Shingo’s kissing him again while nearly ripping the clothes off his body.
Once he’s naked, he’s pushed down, strong hands on his shoulders leading him until he’s kneeling in front of the other man, and, oh, he knows what’s going to happen.
Shingo takes off his belt, pushes his own jeans and underwear just enough to reveal his erection, and now Yoko understands Subaru’s terms for talking about it; it is mouth-wateringly big. Without even being prompted to, he licks at the head, and follows the veins with his tongue, liking the way it twitches. He wants to take it in his hands, to play with it, but Shingo clicks his tongue.
“Don’t. Keep your hands behind your back.”
Yoko does as told, encouraged by Shingo’s fingers running gently through his hair, before shifting closer and licking again at the hard-on in front of him, this time more pointedly. He takes it in mouth, going a bit further with every move, and, feeling bold, slowly takes it to the hilt; Shingo’s pubes are tickling his nose, the head of his cock is lodged in the back of his throat, and Yoko stops breathing for a second, enjoying the gasps and groans and shivers of Shingo’s body. Then he pulls back, still slowly, sucking on the head, but his head is stopped, held in place by Shingo’s fingers, gripping at his hair.
“Open wide.”
Yoko does so, and then Shingo’s moving, thrusting in and out his mouth, rubbing against his lips, and, fuck, Yoko likes it. He tries to stay still, but he can’t help the groans he’s making everytime Shingo’s cock comes close to his throat, spurring the man to go faster. It doesn’t take long before Shingo’s fucking Yoko’s mouth, forcing himself so deep he’s almost gagging him, making Yoko moan, his own erection twitching at every low noise Shingo makes. He can’t even breathe correctly, but it doesn’t matter, because his head is spinning and it feels good, so good, that he’s afraid he would be able to come just by being face-fucked.
But then, his mouth is empty, and he whines a bit at the loss, earning a chuckle from Shingo.
“Yeah, I enjoyed that too, but for now let’s try something else, okay?”
Yoko nods, anticipation already building up. If everything’s as good as this, he’s up for absolutely anything Shingo wants him to do.
“Do you have any toys?”
“W-what kind?”
“Vibrators, or even simple buttplugs?”
Blushing from head to toe, Yoko stands up on wobbly legs and makes his way to his bed; under, there’s a box, and inside the box, a large amount of lube, condoms, and sex toys, all gifts from Subaru.
Shingo lets out an impressed whistle; Yoko snorts.
“I never used any of these actually, but…”
Before he can even finish his sentence, Shingo’s next to him, now naked, and pushing him on the bed.
“On your belly, ass up, legs spread.”
Yoko quickly follows the directions; he’s half-surprised when Shingo uses his belt to tie his wrists behind his back but doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to wait long before a slick finger circles his rim, teasing him slowly. He shudders, loving the soft feeling of someone caressing him there, and gasps when the same finger pushes at his entrance, without even entering him. It lasts for several long minutes, turning Yoko into a mess of want, and Yoko whines.
“Beg for it,” Shingo orders, and Yoko grits his teeth.
“Come on,” the other man says again, amusement evident in his voice, “you know you want it. Beg for it, and I’ll make it good for you.”
But Yoko is stubborn when embarrassed, and refuses to say a word.
“Fine, let’s do it differently.”
He shivers at the resolve in Shingo’s voice, and then there’s something vibrating against his hole and Yoko positively yelps. It feels even better, so he pushes back against him, only to be held down by Shingo.
“None of that. Either you beg, or you stay perfectly still and let me have fun.”
Yoko whimpers, but tries not to move, which proves to be increasingly difficult as Shingo turns up the vibrations and pushes harder at Yoko’s entrance; it’s about to open, really, and Yoko’s body is shaking with how hard he wants it, but he doesn’t give up, hoping that Shingo will grow tired of this before him.
Only, many minutes later, Shingo isn’t tired of teasing Yoko yet; he’s pinning him down, an arm slung across his lower back, Yoko’s erection trapped between his belly and the bedcover, the damn vibrator still giving him all kind of delicious feelings and nothing more. The belt is digging a bit into the skin of his wrists, but Yoko likes that. Actually, he likes everything - he just hopes Shingo would get on with it before he comes untouched.
That’s when nails start to rake down the inside of his thighs that Yoko forgets about shame and stubbornness.
“Please!” he cries out, voice raw; “please put it in me!”
Shingo lets out a satisfied sound, pushes the toy deeper in, and Yoko moans, helpless, spreading his legs wider as he feels the vibrations up to his tailbone. There’s a bit more lube being added; the vibrator slides deeper still, stretching him open slowly, and Yoko’s lost between slight pain, discomfort and pleasure, panting against his pillow. The more he squirms, the faster Shingo moves the toy, until the moment it’s gone; Yoko whimpers but gasps when a stinging slap lands on his right buttcheek.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” Shingo’s voice is breathless, turning Yoko on even more if that’s possible, and before he can say anything Shingo’s spreading his ass and licking around his rim hungrily; when he pushes in, Yoko gargles incoherently, fighting the embarrassment that’s creeping up at the thought of someone doing this to him.
When his hips start to move on their own though, Shingo pulls away, pushes two fingers inside of Yoko, curls them where it matters. Yoko moans and his body tenses up, his cock twitching dangerously.
“Fuckfuckfuck-Stop, stop, please, don’t want to come yet, fuck…”
The fingers disappear from inside of Yoko; Shingo makes him turn around gently, kissing him until he’s relaxed again, before saying, voice low and obviously worked up, “You didn’t obey, I’ll have to punish you.”
Yoko doesn’t expect it, but Shingo slaps him in the face. Not as hard as could be, but still. It stings, the heat creeping up Yoko’s face, and oddly enough Yoko almost likes it, while the coherent part of his brain (or what’s left of it) wants to shout at Shingo that he’s a weirdo.
“That’ll be all for today,” Shingo sighs, thumbing at the cheek he just hit. “Next time, maybe, we’ll try more. Or maybe spanking, yeah?”
Yoko nods, speechless; the only thing he heard in all of this is next time, and he’d like his heart to stop beating so fast at that thought. He rises up a bit, neck strained, and catches Shingo’s lips with his own; they kiss some more, more than could be deemed necessary, but Yoko likes kissing already and Shingo’s kisses are leaving him as lightheaded as when they were in the club.
“I want to fuck you.”
The confession is also unexpected; Yoko moans, breathes a “yes”, lets the other man move him around. Shingo unties his wrists at first, then pushes him face against the nearest wall. This time he doesn’t ask Yoko if it’s okay, but Yoko doesn’t care because he would have agreed anyway.
He watches as Shingo takes a condom, rolling it on his angry red erection before adding more lube, and the sudden rush of arousal he feels startles him. He wants it, wants to be taken, now, because he doesn’t think he can take anymore teasing without turning into a sobbing mess - and that would be more embarrassing than anything he’s done tonight.
Thankfully, Shingo either is a mind reader or feels the same, because he wastes no time thrusting into him; Yoko cringes, not used to be filled and even less this much, but it feels good and overwhelming, and when Shingo finally starts to move, Yoko’s brain dissolves into a puddle of goo and the only words he seems to know anymore are “fuck yes”, “more”, and “there”.
Shingo’s thrusts are unrelenting, pushing him to the edge a bit more each time; Yoko’s nails are shredding the wallpaper and he can’t control the intensity of his moans, but it’s okay because all he can feel is pleasure and the need for more. When Shingo’s moves grow in strength, Yoko reaches for his neglected erection, and it only takes for him to fist himself before he’s coming in long stripes on the wall, crying out one last time before stumbling forward.
The only reason he doesn’t collapse is the way Shingo’s holding to him; Yoko realizes that the other one didn’t come yet and he’s surprised when Shingo pulls out, throws the condom in the bin and makes Yoko turns around. Instinctively, he kneels in front of him and opens his mouth; Shingo groans at the sight and comes, some of it landing on Yoko’s cheek, some on his chin, but most of it in his mouth, and Yoko lets out an appreciative noise.
Yoko likes to be pampered, even more after acting like a needy whore with a man he didn’t know that much. So it makes him happy that Shingo takes him back to bed, cleans him up, and puts back everything in the box before joining him under the covers.
“I hope I can stay?”
Snorting, Yoko doesn’t reply, just throws an arm around Shingo’s waist and lets sleep take over his tired and well fucked limbs.
He’ll have to thank Subaru tomorrow.