Punishment - NC-17 [Koyama/Ryo]
Punishment
tinyangl, 1092
Koyama Keiichiro/Nishikido Ryo. Ryo's not very happy with Koyama's fanservice.
A/N: Written for je_holiday to snoozing_kitten. I really tried for some semblance of smut, but apparently I'm so horribly rusty, all I could manage was this. T.T Thanks to J (AKA jadedfrenzy) for listening to me incessantly talk about this (in all its various turns). Excuse the lameness of title. (Originally posted here.)
Koyama's not sure if it had just been a long time coming or if today's performance had just been way too much for him. He supposes he'd been teasing Ryo for half the tour--trying to find where the lines were. So Ryo tugging Koyama into the backroom, right as Tegoshi's solo is starting, and then shoving him against the wall, eyes blazing, isn't completely a surprise. "Ryo-chan," Koyama exhales. "You're hurting me." Ryo's grip only tightens around Koyama's wrist, eyes blazing with anger.
"Too far," he snaps. "It's not enough you have that gay song with Pi, but that thing with Tegoshi is ridiculous."
Koyama raises an eyebrow. "You have a little thing going on with Tegoshi too, you know."
Ryo snorts. "That's all a joke. But you straddling Tegoshi on stage like you're about to screw him is not one, and you know it," he snaps.
"Why, Ryo-chan. Is that jealousy?" Koyama teases, trying to keep the smirk from his lips.
"Hell yes, it is." Ryo moves his hands to the sides of Koyama's face and pulling Koyama towards him, lips meeting lips fiercely. Their teeth knock together, mouths molding around each other like they'd done so many times before. His kiss burns against Koyama's lips, bruising and rough and Ryo traces along the inside of Koyama's mouth with his tongue. Koyama thinks Ryo's possessive side could be adorable sometimes.
Ryo's fingers press into the side of Koyama's face, almost hard enough to leave marks, but Koyama's past caring as Ryo's hands move from his face to his hair, to the line of his ass and then around the waist to his pants. Ryo's mouth falters as his hands tug around Koyama's waistline, fumbling as he bats another feather out of his way. He pulls back, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
"Fucking costumes," Ryo breathes frantically as he tries to find the zipper beneath all the feathers.
Koyama laughs as he bats Ryo's hands away, pushing down his own pants--he knows where everything is anyway.
"Helping me doesn't let you off the hook," Ryo snaps, hand flat on Koyama's chest, pushing Koyama back against the wall.
"And screwing me shouldn't be a punishment, but who's complaining," Koyama retorts before Ryo captures his lips again in another bruising kiss--but who's complaining.
Ryo's hands trail down the side of Koyama's side, pushing down his boxers as he presses his groin against Koyama's; Koyama pulls back, head smacking the wall painfully, moaning. Ryo slaps his hand over Koyama's mouth. "Quiet," he hisses. "We're not in private, moron."
"And in the middle of a concert," Koyama pants, trying to thrust forward for more contact, but Ryo's free hand is keeping Koyama firmly against the wall, inches of space between them.
"Don't worry. I can still hear Shige screeching out there. Still two songs left." The glimmer in Ryo's eyes is hard to miss and Koyama thinks that Ryo had this planned from the very beginning.
"They're not long songs," Koyama points out.
"It won't take me too long to crack you," Ryo snips. Koyama blinks. In that second, Ryo's on his knees, lips hovering over Koyama's erection, but never touching. Koyama gasps, hands flat on the wall behind him as Ryo simply breathes on Koyama.
"You're not fair," Koyama exhales.
"When am I ever?" With those words, Ryo takes Koyama's cock into his mouth, sliding in--his tongue along the underside. Koyama swallows, eyes shut as he tries to forget about what's going on here. It's a competition--apparently--his punishment is to bend to Ryo's will, except Koyama isn't always so keen on punishment (mainly any time Ryo thinks of one). Koyama forces himself to think of dinner later, of the other NewS members prepping, of his performance on that stage. Under those hot lights--hot costumes--hot mouth that's slowly dragging along his cock, teeth lightly scrapping skin.
Koyama exhales again, his hands finding refuge in Ryo's hair, silky locks that already have sweat intermingled with each strand. Ryo drags his tongue along the tip and Koyama has to throw his head back again, still throbbing from the last time he'd smacked his head against the wall. In that faint second, Koyama can hear the ending strains of Tegoshi's solo. One song left. His heart pounds as he thinks of how close they're cutting it; his head throbs as Massu starts to sing.
Throbbing--the thought only brings Koyama back to the fact that Ryo's mouth is on him, breathy against his skin, kisses pressed wherever they can be--along his cock and around, the inside of his thigh, one of his balls, and then right at the tip.
Koyama bites at his bottom lip, hoping it's not hard enough to cuts kin, trying to keep from moaning loudly, trying to keep from saying Ryo's name, trying to get him to stop teasing. Something, anything. He exhales harshly, digging his feet into the ground and trying to find some sense of stability.
Ryo's hands on the side of Koyama's thighs press a little harder, rougher as Ryo takes Koyama into his mouth again, back and forth, back and forth. Koyama's grip gets tighter and Ryo half-smiles around Koyama.
Then Ryo sucks hard and Koyama loses all sight--stars in his eyes as he releases into Ryo's mouth.
Koyama slumps against the wall as his knees threaten to give out underneath him, panting heavily as Ryo stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I win," Ryo says, smirking. "You gave in."
"Right, because you expected me to hold out when you're doing that," Koyama exhales.
Ryo shrugs. "And that is why I did it." He turns on his heel, heading out the door looking nowhere near intimidating with the feather hanging out the back of his jacket.
"At least I got you to swallow!" Koyama calls out towards his back just as the door shuts. Ryo doesn't come back. Koyama frowns, rushing to pull up his boxers and pants and then groaning as he thinks that he has an entire concert to go before he can dole out some sense of punishment against Ryo. "Damn it," he mumbles under his breath as he steps out of the room, quickly being ushered by frantic staff members as they tell him he's late for his cue.
Koyama curses Ryo in his head again as he grabs his microphone and runs onto the stage.
--
Next performance, Ryo gets extra close to Tegoshi during Why, almost looking like they're kissing. Ryo's eyes meet Koyama's with a glimmer of mischief. Koyama thinks that Ryo gave that one to him, but Koyama wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He wonders if he still has those handcuffs Shige gave him as a gift.
tinyangl, 1092
Koyama Keiichiro/Nishikido Ryo. Ryo's not very happy with Koyama's fanservice.
A/N: Written for je_holiday to snoozing_kitten. I really tried for some semblance of smut, but apparently I'm so horribly rusty, all I could manage was this. T.T Thanks to J (AKA jadedfrenzy) for listening to me incessantly talk about this (in all its various turns). Excuse the lameness of title. (Originally posted here.)
Koyama's not sure if it had just been a long time coming or if today's performance had just been way too much for him. He supposes he'd been teasing Ryo for half the tour--trying to find where the lines were. So Ryo tugging Koyama into the backroom, right as Tegoshi's solo is starting, and then shoving him against the wall, eyes blazing, isn't completely a surprise. "Ryo-chan," Koyama exhales. "You're hurting me." Ryo's grip only tightens around Koyama's wrist, eyes blazing with anger.
"Too far," he snaps. "It's not enough you have that gay song with Pi, but that thing with Tegoshi is ridiculous."
Koyama raises an eyebrow. "You have a little thing going on with Tegoshi too, you know."
Ryo snorts. "That's all a joke. But you straddling Tegoshi on stage like you're about to screw him is not one, and you know it," he snaps.
"Why, Ryo-chan. Is that jealousy?" Koyama teases, trying to keep the smirk from his lips.
"Hell yes, it is." Ryo moves his hands to the sides of Koyama's face and pulling Koyama towards him, lips meeting lips fiercely. Their teeth knock together, mouths molding around each other like they'd done so many times before. His kiss burns against Koyama's lips, bruising and rough and Ryo traces along the inside of Koyama's mouth with his tongue. Koyama thinks Ryo's possessive side could be adorable sometimes.
Ryo's fingers press into the side of Koyama's face, almost hard enough to leave marks, but Koyama's past caring as Ryo's hands move from his face to his hair, to the line of his ass and then around the waist to his pants. Ryo's mouth falters as his hands tug around Koyama's waistline, fumbling as he bats another feather out of his way. He pulls back, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
"Fucking costumes," Ryo breathes frantically as he tries to find the zipper beneath all the feathers.
Koyama laughs as he bats Ryo's hands away, pushing down his own pants--he knows where everything is anyway.
"Helping me doesn't let you off the hook," Ryo snaps, hand flat on Koyama's chest, pushing Koyama back against the wall.
"And screwing me shouldn't be a punishment, but who's complaining," Koyama retorts before Ryo captures his lips again in another bruising kiss--but who's complaining.
Ryo's hands trail down the side of Koyama's side, pushing down his boxers as he presses his groin against Koyama's; Koyama pulls back, head smacking the wall painfully, moaning. Ryo slaps his hand over Koyama's mouth. "Quiet," he hisses. "We're not in private, moron."
"And in the middle of a concert," Koyama pants, trying to thrust forward for more contact, but Ryo's free hand is keeping Koyama firmly against the wall, inches of space between them.
"Don't worry. I can still hear Shige screeching out there. Still two songs left." The glimmer in Ryo's eyes is hard to miss and Koyama thinks that Ryo had this planned from the very beginning.
"They're not long songs," Koyama points out.
"It won't take me too long to crack you," Ryo snips. Koyama blinks. In that second, Ryo's on his knees, lips hovering over Koyama's erection, but never touching. Koyama gasps, hands flat on the wall behind him as Ryo simply breathes on Koyama.
"You're not fair," Koyama exhales.
"When am I ever?" With those words, Ryo takes Koyama's cock into his mouth, sliding in--his tongue along the underside. Koyama swallows, eyes shut as he tries to forget about what's going on here. It's a competition--apparently--his punishment is to bend to Ryo's will, except Koyama isn't always so keen on punishment (mainly any time Ryo thinks of one). Koyama forces himself to think of dinner later, of the other NewS members prepping, of his performance on that stage. Under those hot lights--hot costumes--hot mouth that's slowly dragging along his cock, teeth lightly scrapping skin.
Koyama exhales again, his hands finding refuge in Ryo's hair, silky locks that already have sweat intermingled with each strand. Ryo drags his tongue along the tip and Koyama has to throw his head back again, still throbbing from the last time he'd smacked his head against the wall. In that faint second, Koyama can hear the ending strains of Tegoshi's solo. One song left. His heart pounds as he thinks of how close they're cutting it; his head throbs as Massu starts to sing.
Throbbing--the thought only brings Koyama back to the fact that Ryo's mouth is on him, breathy against his skin, kisses pressed wherever they can be--along his cock and around, the inside of his thigh, one of his balls, and then right at the tip.
Koyama bites at his bottom lip, hoping it's not hard enough to cuts kin, trying to keep from moaning loudly, trying to keep from saying Ryo's name, trying to get him to stop teasing. Something, anything. He exhales harshly, digging his feet into the ground and trying to find some sense of stability.
Ryo's hands on the side of Koyama's thighs press a little harder, rougher as Ryo takes Koyama into his mouth again, back and forth, back and forth. Koyama's grip gets tighter and Ryo half-smiles around Koyama.
Then Ryo sucks hard and Koyama loses all sight--stars in his eyes as he releases into Ryo's mouth.
Koyama slumps against the wall as his knees threaten to give out underneath him, panting heavily as Ryo stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I win," Ryo says, smirking. "You gave in."
"Right, because you expected me to hold out when you're doing that," Koyama exhales.
Ryo shrugs. "And that is why I did it." He turns on his heel, heading out the door looking nowhere near intimidating with the feather hanging out the back of his jacket.
"At least I got you to swallow!" Koyama calls out towards his back just as the door shuts. Ryo doesn't come back. Koyama frowns, rushing to pull up his boxers and pants and then groaning as he thinks that he has an entire concert to go before he can dole out some sense of punishment against Ryo. "Damn it," he mumbles under his breath as he steps out of the room, quickly being ushered by frantic staff members as they tell him he's late for his cue.
Koyama curses Ryo in his head again as he grabs his microphone and runs onto the stage.
--
Next performance, Ryo gets extra close to Tegoshi during Why, almost looking like they're kissing. Ryo's eyes meet Koyama's with a glimmer of mischief. Koyama thinks that Ryo gave that one to him, but Koyama wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He wonders if he still has those handcuffs Shige gave him as a gift.