Drabbles II
[This takes place after Summary, before Dragon Zakura. (winter 2004-2005)]
It’s kind of sudden, but as they sit on Jin’s couch playing video games like always, Jin suddenly turns to look at Pi. His best friend doesn’t even notice, so focused on beating Jin’s character as Jin automatically continues pushing random buttons. Jin takes a good, long look at the skinny, blonde-haired boy before saying something that’s been on his mind for the last month.
“Pi, you need to gain some weight.”
Jin notices Yamapi’s grip on the controller suddenly tighten, and he holds his breath because he remembers all too clearly the last time he said something remotely close. “Johnny says I need to keep my weight down,” Pi had announced solemnly that time, and Jin laughed and said, “I’ll still be your friend even if you get squishy!” And at that time, Jin had though Pi had something in his eye when the younger boy turned to the other side, coughed, and wiped his eye.
Jin realizes that he’s still holding his breath, because Yamapi hasn’t said anything.
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“I like it here,” Yamapi said, closing his eyes and inhaling the seaside air.
“I like it too,” Jin agreed, rolling over on his side to admire Yamapi’s profile.
“We should come here more often,” Yamapi added lazily, and Jin nodded, stretching out on the large blanket they shared as he looked up at the stars glittering in the night sky.
“Hey, Pi?”
His only answer was Yamapi’s even breathing. Jin turned around to watch Yamapi’s chest slowly rise and fall for a few moments before stretching his arm out to pull a second blanket out of the beach bag to cover them both. Letting his arm rest across Yamapi’s firm chest, he brought his face to Yamapi’s neck, accidentally brushing his lips across the other man’s collarbone. As Jin began to drift into sleep, he inhaled wanting to remember exactly how Yamapi smelled.
“Jin,” Yamapi mumbled, stirring slightly. “Don’t leave this time.”
Jin hesitated before pulling back a little. “I’ll come back really soon, I promise,” he reassured Yamapi. “For real that time. I’ll be back for real next time.”
Yamapi was sleeping again, and Jin wasn’t sure if Yamapi knew that either of them had spoken. He melded himself to the contours of Yamapi’s warm body once again, thinking about Yamapi, Yamapi, Yamapi, and not tomorrow’s flight back to Los Angeles.
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Jin has big lips. Everyone knows this. Yamapi knows it especially well; he likes the feeling of those lips on his own, the feeling of those lips on his neck, the feeling of those lips soft wrapped around his ear, the feeling of them caressing his navel - Yamapi loves Jin’s lips.
Jin loves Yamapi’s lips. His mouth is small, but his bottom lip pouts tantalizingly at everyone and Jin feels smug knowing those lips are his, his alone. Yamapi’s lips are easy to suck lightly on, his lips feel so soft against Jin’s tongue, and they always part easily when Jin wants them to. Yamapi’s lips are always smooth and delicate, and Jin loves the fact that they can be misleading. They may look delicate and fragile, but as much as Yamapi likes to be treated gently and slowly, he also likes it fast and rough. So when Jin pulls Yamapi’s hair a little too hard as he brings the younger man in for a passionate kiss, Jin quiets Yamapi’s small whimpers with a slow kiss, all touch, softly sucking Yamapi’s bottom lip, only a little tongue as he grinds Yamapi down on the bed. When they break apart breathlessly, they echo each other - “I love your lips,” and they smile in surprise before bringing their mouths together again.
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Yamapi came out of the bathroom warm and content from his shower, a towel wrapped around his slim hips. A drop of water stopped clinging to the tip of his hair to trail down his neck, slowly drawing a path to his bare chest before he wiped it away with his hand, absentmindedly letting his fingers trace the muscle there a little longer than necessary.
Jin could not help but stare. Yamapi pushed his damp hair out of his deep eyes before flashing a quick smile at his best friend. “It’s all yours,” he said cheerfully.
Jin licked his lips. “Can I-”
“Use my soap?” Yamapi interrupted. “Of course, of course, what’s mine is yours, right? Besides, my soap smells a lot nicer than yours, and my shampoo-”
“Shut up,” Jin instructed softly, grabbing Yamapi’s hand. Yamapi tilted his head, confused.
“What’s yours is mine, right? I wasn’t asking to use your soap, though.” Jin grinned as Yamapi’s eyes widened slightly, but the former simply laughed before pulling Yamapi back into the bathroom.
Jin undressed himself in record time, Yamapi observed as he stood still by the door of his once comforting bathroom, watching Jin turn on the water before peeling off his boxers. Jin smiled at Yamapi, who was awkwardly rubbing his hands together, before closing the space between them.
“Pi,” Jin breathed into Yamapi’s sensitive ear, wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist, reveling at the small shudder that ensued. He licked Yamapi’s ear just once, enough to make him close his eyes and sigh at the sensation, giving Jin the opportunity to strip Yamapi of his towel, leaving the two of them fully naked.
-
It wasn’t awkward after all, Yamapi realized, as Jin’s lips crushed his while the hot water beat down on them both.
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It’s always like this. Heated, desperate kissing on the couch in the empty dressing room, praying that no one opens the door - they chose this room because everyone avoids it, the last one down the hall with a broken lock. Jin pushes Yamapi onto his back, lips never separating, moans and groans escaping here and there, urging each other on, wanting more. Jin snakes a hand from Yamapi’s shoulder, down his chest, to that spot on his hip, loving the way Yamapi writhes helplessly beneath him. Jin brings his hand even lower, cupping the beginning of Yamapi’s erection through his black dress pants, suddenly pushing up. Yamapi lets out a particularly loud groan in pleasure and surprise, and Jin puts a gentle finger to Yamapi’s soft lips, whispering “Shhh.” Yamapi looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, and Jin feels himself grow harder. But in that instant of complete silence between the two, a voice cuts in.
“You two are complete and utter idiots,” Ryo says arrogantly, hovering over them from behind the couch. “Your conception of stealth is completely lacking.” He chuckles as Yamapi and Jin automatically scramble to sit on opposite sides of the couch. Yamapi crosses his legs self-consciously and looks pointedly at an empty corner of the room, while Jin looks up at Ryo with big eyes. “How long have you been standing there for?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Ryo says dismissively, waving his hand to emphasize his meaning. “I figure I may as well educate you a little while I’m here, though.” He crosses to Jin’s size of the couch and glowers. “Get up. Move. You’re in the way.” Jin automatically obeys, and Yamapi looks up through his bangs in curiosity.
“This is how it’s done,” Ryo declares as he pushes Yamapi roughly onto the couch. Before Yamapi has a chance to protest, he crushes Yamapi’s lips with his own, ravaging Yamapi’s mouth with his tongue, leaving the younger man with no room for noises. Pinning Yamapi’s body with his own, he moves his hands lower and deftly unbuckles Yamapi’s belt and undoes his pants. When he pulls out Yamapi’s cock with his left hand, he immediately clamps his other hand over Yamapi’s mouth as he begins to stroke slowly. Ryo smirks as Yamapi’s head rolls back, and he increases his tempo, runs his fingers up and down Yamapi’s length a few times before reverting to his full hand. Finally, Yamapi lets out a muffled cry into Ryo hand as he tenses and comes into the other, and only then does Ryo look up to see Jin’s face.
“I,” Jin says incoherently, and Ryo smirks again. “Once again, I prove my status as king.”
“Is it my turn now?” Jin asks hopefully, and Ryo laughs. “Akanishi, I wouldn’t do that for just anyone,” he says, looking down at Yamapi fondly as Yamapi pants, trying to regain his breath. “But I’ll let you bend over for me. I’ll show you a thing or two.”
sort of old untitled fic that I couldn't finish - TegoPi
Tegoshi doesn’t think it’s that weird to like a senpai. When he sees Takki press his forehead to Yamapi’s and hears Yamapi giggle at 21 years old, things like that, this confirms his belief. However, he doesn’t think it’s right that he feels jealous when Takki outs his arms around Yamapi. He doesn’t think it’s right at all to have a thing for the leader of your own group.
But he also thinks that he can’t help it.
He overhears Yamapi and Koyama talking about shampoo one day - “Ah, you use Tsubaki, too?” “Doesn’t it make your hair so nice?” - and when he’s picking up groceries the next day, his hand hovers over the shiny red bottles. He thinks of Yamapi and the way his hair falls into his eyes.
When Yamapi walks past him the next time they’re together, the older man stops abruptly. “Is that-” he starts, turning and pressing a cheek to Tegoshi’s soft hair. He inhales deeply and Tegoshi tries not to shiver. “It’s Tsubaki!” Yamapi cries happily. “Koyama, Koyama!” He slings an arm casually over Tegoshi’s shoulders and the younger man feels like his heart might burst.
Then when Yamapi finally bends to Ryo’s constant badgering and cuts his hair - Tegoshi forgets to breathe. Haircuts that frame the face make features stand out, and Tegoshi is reminded of the meaning of perfection. And he stares for maybe an eternity, Yamapi’s eyes are dark and sexy and his lips - Tegoshi can’t look away. So at rehearsals he tries to get Yamapi to notice him a little more; he throws in a move to the opening of Sayaendou for the Music Station performance and hopes he’s doing the body roll right. He can’t do it the way Yamapi does it, despite how many times hes watched videos and in real life. Then Tegoshi throws his heart into the songs, complete with expressions and hand movements and arms and leaning-
If Yamapi notices, he doesn’t say a word about it. Tegoshi makes faces at himself in the mirror.
Unfinished TegoPi Porn - why are there two versions. I guess I suck at this pairing.
1.
Yamapi’s not really sure how the plans were rearranged so that he shares a room with Tegoshi instead of Ryo, but once he finishes the drink that Tegoshi so kindly poured for him before excusing himself to the shower, Yamapi’s body feels heavy and tired and he figures this is as good a time for sleep as any. The problem is that once he drags himself underneath the sheets of the big bed, he can’t sleep. His mind doesn’t feel tired at all. He wonders if he should turn on the television to something boring to solve this dilemma, but his arm is so hard to move-!
The last thing Yamapi expects is to feel the heat of a body through the sheets pushing up from his position in his side to his back, and he’s doubly surprised to see Tegoshi smirking at him as he looks up helplessly. “Yamashita-san,” Tegoshi sings in a low voice as he pulls back the covers and swings himself onto the bed in a fluid motion. He presses his chest to Yamapi’s as he works a knee between Yamapi’s legs and smiles as his senpai’s eyes go wide. “You make things very easy, Yamashita-san,” he comments lightly, raking his eyes down his prey. “Just boxers when you sleep?”
*
“Wait, wait, Tego-chin!” Yamapi pleads as Tegoshi tugs Yamapi’s boxers down. Yamapi does his best to push Tegoshi away, but his arm only moves an inch and Yamapi is frustrated. When Tegoshi starts stroking his cock slowly and deliberately, Yamapi doesn’t know what to think at all, just that it feels so good, being handled delicately. “Just relax, senpai,” Tegoshi says soothingly as Yamapi’s erection forms. Yamapi squeezes his eyes shut, feeling himself grow harder and harder and not being able to do anything about it but feeling ashamed that he’s so weak to Tegoshi’s touch right now. After all, it’s Tegoshi. But when the younger man switches to just one finger slowly making its way up and down Yamapi’s length, Yamapi writhes slightly in need of more. “Tegoshi,” he whimpers accidentally, and Tegoshi backhands Yamapi’s inner thigh just hard enough to sting a bit and give Tegoshi the whimper he wants to hear.
“It’s punishment,” Tegoshi says easily. “Punishment, because you ignored me. I liked it when you put your arm around me at the end of the song, and then you stopped.”
*
Tegoshi loves the way Yamapi sighs when Tegoshi takes him into his mouth. He loves the feeling of being in control, loves that he can bring Yamapi to new heights of pleasure, loves the way he reduces Yamapi to a helpless mass of lust.
2.
The festivities at Yamapi’s apartment have all died down, and somehow Tegoshi is the only one left with the birthday boy. He pours Yamapi drink after drink because Yamapi keeps tapping his glass on the table and smiling, and Tegoshi figures that it’s okay because it’s his birthday. He only starts regretting it when Yamapi slams down his glass drunkenly (Tegoshi catches it as it tips and rolls off the edge of the table) and slurs, “To the bedroom!” Yamapi proceeds to stumble down the hall, bumping into walls and saying “excuse me” to them, and Tegoshi follows because he feels somewhat responsible and slightly afraid that Yamapi might hurt himself in state. Just as Yamapi trips over his own feet next to his bed, Tegoshi reaches out automatically, but Yamapi rights himself and turns around simultaneously, draping his arms over Tegoshi’s shoulder.
“This is the bedroom,” he sings giddily. “Are you going to take me, Tego-chin? Do me, do me,” he giggles.
Tegoshi blinks, carefully removing Yamapi’s arms from their unusual position. “Yamashita-kun, you’re drunk,” he says slowly. Yamapi pouts.
“You don’t want to? You won’t?” Yamapi’s bottom lip quivers, and god, Tegoshi is so susceptible to that pout, it’s ridiculous. “I’m going to get you a glass of water,” he says, turning to go, but Yamapi holds onto his hand and his lip quivers again. “You’re leaving me? Why do you have to leave?”
“I don’t,” Tegoshi replies in an entirely different tone of voice. He’s always wanted Yamapi’s attention, and no one in their right mind would refuse him for sex, it’s Yamapi, and Tegoshi figures that now is as good a time as any, and even if it’s wrong, he’s almost positive that Yamapi will forget this whole thing by the next morning. So without holding back, he pushes Yamapi onto the bed and straddles him. Yamapi giggles, delighted. Tegoshi smiles down at him and grinds their crotches together urgently, loving the way Yamapi gasps loudly in pleasure. He unbuttons Yamapi’s shirt as quickly as he can, pulling it open to reveal tanned, golden skin stretched across a muscular chest and a flat stomach. “Oh god,” Tegoshi moans as he slides his hands across Yamapi’s smooth skin greedily, making Yamapi shudder at the contact. As Tegoshi’s hand slows at Yamapi’s neck, the older boy reaches up clumsily and pulls him down so that they lie chest to chest, and Yamapi presses drunken, sloppy kisses to Tegoshi’s mouth. Tegoshi kisses back just as eagerly--
Soft and Gentle - Kurosaki/Tsurara
He looked down at the sleeping girl in his bed, pale and delicate under the black sheets, still undressed from last night. Kurosaki brought his hands together beneath his chin from his seat next to the bed, reflecting on what had happened. How he had brushed soft hair out of her eyes. How she had squeezed his arm tightly as he entered her, slowly and carefully, not wanting to cause her any pain. How she had looked up at him steadily, deep eyes full of trust.
She didn’t belong here, in this dark room - just as he wouldn’t match her sunny, flowery apartment. We can’t do this, he thought, even as he moved to brush his lips across her smooth cheek. He stood up abruptly, stepping outside the apartment to clear his head and retreat from that scent. Looking anywhere but his door or hers, he took a deep breath. He wasn’t like this. He was not - could not be gentle, he had no weaknesses; he had no need for love. He couldn’t be like this - it distracted him from his goal, avenging his family. That was the only thing he was living for, and it was stupid that he had to remind himself.
He was lying to himself, of course. He had always known he could be gentle, ever since that first time he really looked at her - just before she told him that she liked him, when she’d boldly marched through his door desperate to help her father in any way she could, and he’d held her arm to stop her, held her arm to lead her away. He’d brushed her hand and that was when he knew he could be gentle - had to, if he ever wanted to touch that soft skin again.
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It’s kind of sudden, but as they sit on Jin’s couch playing video games like always, Jin suddenly turns to look at Pi. His best friend doesn’t even notice, so focused on beating Jin’s character as Jin automatically continues pushing random buttons. Jin takes a good, long look at the skinny, blonde-haired boy before saying something that’s been on his mind for the last month.
“Pi, you need to gain some weight.”
Jin notices Yamapi’s grip on the controller suddenly tighten, and he holds his breath because he remembers all too clearly the last time he said something remotely close. “Johnny says I need to keep my weight down,” Pi had announced solemnly that time, and Jin laughed and said, “I’ll still be your friend even if you get squishy!” And at that time, Jin had though Pi had something in his eye when the younger boy turned to the other side, coughed, and wiped his eye.
Jin realizes that he’s still holding his breath, because Yamapi hasn’t said anything.
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“I like it here,” Yamapi said, closing his eyes and inhaling the seaside air.
“I like it too,” Jin agreed, rolling over on his side to admire Yamapi’s profile.
“We should come here more often,” Yamapi added lazily, and Jin nodded, stretching out on the large blanket they shared as he looked up at the stars glittering in the night sky.
“Hey, Pi?”
His only answer was Yamapi’s even breathing. Jin turned around to watch Yamapi’s chest slowly rise and fall for a few moments before stretching his arm out to pull a second blanket out of the beach bag to cover them both. Letting his arm rest across Yamapi’s firm chest, he brought his face to Yamapi’s neck, accidentally brushing his lips across the other man’s collarbone. As Jin began to drift into sleep, he inhaled wanting to remember exactly how Yamapi smelled.
“Jin,” Yamapi mumbled, stirring slightly. “Don’t leave this time.”
Jin hesitated before pulling back a little. “I’ll come back really soon, I promise,” he reassured Yamapi. “For real that time. I’ll be back for real next time.”
Yamapi was sleeping again, and Jin wasn’t sure if Yamapi knew that either of them had spoken. He melded himself to the contours of Yamapi’s warm body once again, thinking about Yamapi, Yamapi, Yamapi, and not tomorrow’s flight back to Los Angeles.
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Jin has big lips. Everyone knows this. Yamapi knows it especially well; he likes the feeling of those lips on his own, the feeling of those lips on his neck, the feeling of those lips soft wrapped around his ear, the feeling of them caressing his navel - Yamapi loves Jin’s lips.
Jin loves Yamapi’s lips. His mouth is small, but his bottom lip pouts tantalizingly at everyone and Jin feels smug knowing those lips are his, his alone. Yamapi’s lips are easy to suck lightly on, his lips feel so soft against Jin’s tongue, and they always part easily when Jin wants them to. Yamapi’s lips are always smooth and delicate, and Jin loves the fact that they can be misleading. They may look delicate and fragile, but as much as Yamapi likes to be treated gently and slowly, he also likes it fast and rough. So when Jin pulls Yamapi’s hair a little too hard as he brings the younger man in for a passionate kiss, Jin quiets Yamapi’s small whimpers with a slow kiss, all touch, softly sucking Yamapi’s bottom lip, only a little tongue as he grinds Yamapi down on the bed. When they break apart breathlessly, they echo each other - “I love your lips,” and they smile in surprise before bringing their mouths together again.
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Yamapi came out of the bathroom warm and content from his shower, a towel wrapped around his slim hips. A drop of water stopped clinging to the tip of his hair to trail down his neck, slowly drawing a path to his bare chest before he wiped it away with his hand, absentmindedly letting his fingers trace the muscle there a little longer than necessary.
Jin could not help but stare. Yamapi pushed his damp hair out of his deep eyes before flashing a quick smile at his best friend. “It’s all yours,” he said cheerfully.
Jin licked his lips. “Can I-”
“Use my soap?” Yamapi interrupted. “Of course, of course, what’s mine is yours, right? Besides, my soap smells a lot nicer than yours, and my shampoo-”
“Shut up,” Jin instructed softly, grabbing Yamapi’s hand. Yamapi tilted his head, confused.
“What’s yours is mine, right? I wasn’t asking to use your soap, though.” Jin grinned as Yamapi’s eyes widened slightly, but the former simply laughed before pulling Yamapi back into the bathroom.
Jin undressed himself in record time, Yamapi observed as he stood still by the door of his once comforting bathroom, watching Jin turn on the water before peeling off his boxers. Jin smiled at Yamapi, who was awkwardly rubbing his hands together, before closing the space between them.
“Pi,” Jin breathed into Yamapi’s sensitive ear, wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist, reveling at the small shudder that ensued. He licked Yamapi’s ear just once, enough to make him close his eyes and sigh at the sensation, giving Jin the opportunity to strip Yamapi of his towel, leaving the two of them fully naked.
-
It wasn’t awkward after all, Yamapi realized, as Jin’s lips crushed his while the hot water beat down on them both.
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It’s always like this. Heated, desperate kissing on the couch in the empty dressing room, praying that no one opens the door - they chose this room because everyone avoids it, the last one down the hall with a broken lock. Jin pushes Yamapi onto his back, lips never separating, moans and groans escaping here and there, urging each other on, wanting more. Jin snakes a hand from Yamapi’s shoulder, down his chest, to that spot on his hip, loving the way Yamapi writhes helplessly beneath him. Jin brings his hand even lower, cupping the beginning of Yamapi’s erection through his black dress pants, suddenly pushing up. Yamapi lets out a particularly loud groan in pleasure and surprise, and Jin puts a gentle finger to Yamapi’s soft lips, whispering “Shhh.” Yamapi looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, and Jin feels himself grow harder. But in that instant of complete silence between the two, a voice cuts in.
“You two are complete and utter idiots,” Ryo says arrogantly, hovering over them from behind the couch. “Your conception of stealth is completely lacking.” He chuckles as Yamapi and Jin automatically scramble to sit on opposite sides of the couch. Yamapi crosses his legs self-consciously and looks pointedly at an empty corner of the room, while Jin looks up at Ryo with big eyes. “How long have you been standing there for?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Ryo says dismissively, waving his hand to emphasize his meaning. “I figure I may as well educate you a little while I’m here, though.” He crosses to Jin’s size of the couch and glowers. “Get up. Move. You’re in the way.” Jin automatically obeys, and Yamapi looks up through his bangs in curiosity.
“This is how it’s done,” Ryo declares as he pushes Yamapi roughly onto the couch. Before Yamapi has a chance to protest, he crushes Yamapi’s lips with his own, ravaging Yamapi’s mouth with his tongue, leaving the younger man with no room for noises. Pinning Yamapi’s body with his own, he moves his hands lower and deftly unbuckles Yamapi’s belt and undoes his pants. When he pulls out Yamapi’s cock with his left hand, he immediately clamps his other hand over Yamapi’s mouth as he begins to stroke slowly. Ryo smirks as Yamapi’s head rolls back, and he increases his tempo, runs his fingers up and down Yamapi’s length a few times before reverting to his full hand. Finally, Yamapi lets out a muffled cry into Ryo hand as he tenses and comes into the other, and only then does Ryo look up to see Jin’s face.
“I,” Jin says incoherently, and Ryo smirks again. “Once again, I prove my status as king.”
“Is it my turn now?” Jin asks hopefully, and Ryo laughs. “Akanishi, I wouldn’t do that for just anyone,” he says, looking down at Yamapi fondly as Yamapi pants, trying to regain his breath. “But I’ll let you bend over for me. I’ll show you a thing or two.”
sort of old untitled fic that I couldn't finish - TegoPi
Tegoshi doesn’t think it’s that weird to like a senpai. When he sees Takki press his forehead to Yamapi’s and hears Yamapi giggle at 21 years old, things like that, this confirms his belief. However, he doesn’t think it’s right that he feels jealous when Takki outs his arms around Yamapi. He doesn’t think it’s right at all to have a thing for the leader of your own group.
But he also thinks that he can’t help it.
He overhears Yamapi and Koyama talking about shampoo one day - “Ah, you use Tsubaki, too?” “Doesn’t it make your hair so nice?” - and when he’s picking up groceries the next day, his hand hovers over the shiny red bottles. He thinks of Yamapi and the way his hair falls into his eyes.
When Yamapi walks past him the next time they’re together, the older man stops abruptly. “Is that-” he starts, turning and pressing a cheek to Tegoshi’s soft hair. He inhales deeply and Tegoshi tries not to shiver. “It’s Tsubaki!” Yamapi cries happily. “Koyama, Koyama!” He slings an arm casually over Tegoshi’s shoulders and the younger man feels like his heart might burst.
Then when Yamapi finally bends to Ryo’s constant badgering and cuts his hair - Tegoshi forgets to breathe. Haircuts that frame the face make features stand out, and Tegoshi is reminded of the meaning of perfection. And he stares for maybe an eternity, Yamapi’s eyes are dark and sexy and his lips - Tegoshi can’t look away. So at rehearsals he tries to get Yamapi to notice him a little more; he throws in a move to the opening of Sayaendou for the Music Station performance and hopes he’s doing the body roll right. He can’t do it the way Yamapi does it, despite how many times hes watched videos and in real life. Then Tegoshi throws his heart into the songs, complete with expressions and hand movements and arms and leaning-
If Yamapi notices, he doesn’t say a word about it. Tegoshi makes faces at himself in the mirror.
Unfinished TegoPi Porn - why are there two versions. I guess I suck at this pairing.
1.
Yamapi’s not really sure how the plans were rearranged so that he shares a room with Tegoshi instead of Ryo, but once he finishes the drink that Tegoshi so kindly poured for him before excusing himself to the shower, Yamapi’s body feels heavy and tired and he figures this is as good a time for sleep as any. The problem is that once he drags himself underneath the sheets of the big bed, he can’t sleep. His mind doesn’t feel tired at all. He wonders if he should turn on the television to something boring to solve this dilemma, but his arm is so hard to move-!
The last thing Yamapi expects is to feel the heat of a body through the sheets pushing up from his position in his side to his back, and he’s doubly surprised to see Tegoshi smirking at him as he looks up helplessly. “Yamashita-san,” Tegoshi sings in a low voice as he pulls back the covers and swings himself onto the bed in a fluid motion. He presses his chest to Yamapi’s as he works a knee between Yamapi’s legs and smiles as his senpai’s eyes go wide. “You make things very easy, Yamashita-san,” he comments lightly, raking his eyes down his prey. “Just boxers when you sleep?”
*
“Wait, wait, Tego-chin!” Yamapi pleads as Tegoshi tugs Yamapi’s boxers down. Yamapi does his best to push Tegoshi away, but his arm only moves an inch and Yamapi is frustrated. When Tegoshi starts stroking his cock slowly and deliberately, Yamapi doesn’t know what to think at all, just that it feels so good, being handled delicately. “Just relax, senpai,” Tegoshi says soothingly as Yamapi’s erection forms. Yamapi squeezes his eyes shut, feeling himself grow harder and harder and not being able to do anything about it but feeling ashamed that he’s so weak to Tegoshi’s touch right now. After all, it’s Tegoshi. But when the younger man switches to just one finger slowly making its way up and down Yamapi’s length, Yamapi writhes slightly in need of more. “Tegoshi,” he whimpers accidentally, and Tegoshi backhands Yamapi’s inner thigh just hard enough to sting a bit and give Tegoshi the whimper he wants to hear.
“It’s punishment,” Tegoshi says easily. “Punishment, because you ignored me. I liked it when you put your arm around me at the end of the song, and then you stopped.”
*
Tegoshi loves the way Yamapi sighs when Tegoshi takes him into his mouth. He loves the feeling of being in control, loves that he can bring Yamapi to new heights of pleasure, loves the way he reduces Yamapi to a helpless mass of lust.
2.
The festivities at Yamapi’s apartment have all died down, and somehow Tegoshi is the only one left with the birthday boy. He pours Yamapi drink after drink because Yamapi keeps tapping his glass on the table and smiling, and Tegoshi figures that it’s okay because it’s his birthday. He only starts regretting it when Yamapi slams down his glass drunkenly (Tegoshi catches it as it tips and rolls off the edge of the table) and slurs, “To the bedroom!” Yamapi proceeds to stumble down the hall, bumping into walls and saying “excuse me” to them, and Tegoshi follows because he feels somewhat responsible and slightly afraid that Yamapi might hurt himself in state. Just as Yamapi trips over his own feet next to his bed, Tegoshi reaches out automatically, but Yamapi rights himself and turns around simultaneously, draping his arms over Tegoshi’s shoulder.
“This is the bedroom,” he sings giddily. “Are you going to take me, Tego-chin? Do me, do me,” he giggles.
Tegoshi blinks, carefully removing Yamapi’s arms from their unusual position. “Yamashita-kun, you’re drunk,” he says slowly. Yamapi pouts.
“You don’t want to? You won’t?” Yamapi’s bottom lip quivers, and god, Tegoshi is so susceptible to that pout, it’s ridiculous. “I’m going to get you a glass of water,” he says, turning to go, but Yamapi holds onto his hand and his lip quivers again. “You’re leaving me? Why do you have to leave?”
“I don’t,” Tegoshi replies in an entirely different tone of voice. He’s always wanted Yamapi’s attention, and no one in their right mind would refuse him for sex, it’s Yamapi, and Tegoshi figures that now is as good a time as any, and even if it’s wrong, he’s almost positive that Yamapi will forget this whole thing by the next morning. So without holding back, he pushes Yamapi onto the bed and straddles him. Yamapi giggles, delighted. Tegoshi smiles down at him and grinds their crotches together urgently, loving the way Yamapi gasps loudly in pleasure. He unbuttons Yamapi’s shirt as quickly as he can, pulling it open to reveal tanned, golden skin stretched across a muscular chest and a flat stomach. “Oh god,” Tegoshi moans as he slides his hands across Yamapi’s smooth skin greedily, making Yamapi shudder at the contact. As Tegoshi’s hand slows at Yamapi’s neck, the older boy reaches up clumsily and pulls him down so that they lie chest to chest, and Yamapi presses drunken, sloppy kisses to Tegoshi’s mouth. Tegoshi kisses back just as eagerly--
Soft and Gentle - Kurosaki/Tsurara
He looked down at the sleeping girl in his bed, pale and delicate under the black sheets, still undressed from last night. Kurosaki brought his hands together beneath his chin from his seat next to the bed, reflecting on what had happened. How he had brushed soft hair out of her eyes. How she had squeezed his arm tightly as he entered her, slowly and carefully, not wanting to cause her any pain. How she had looked up at him steadily, deep eyes full of trust.
She didn’t belong here, in this dark room - just as he wouldn’t match her sunny, flowery apartment. We can’t do this, he thought, even as he moved to brush his lips across her smooth cheek. He stood up abruptly, stepping outside the apartment to clear his head and retreat from that scent. Looking anywhere but his door or hers, he took a deep breath. He wasn’t like this. He was not - could not be gentle, he had no weaknesses; he had no need for love. He couldn’t be like this - it distracted him from his goal, avenging his family. That was the only thing he was living for, and it was stupid that he had to remind himself.
He was lying to himself, of course. He had always known he could be gentle, ever since that first time he really looked at her - just before she told him that she liked him, when she’d boldly marched through his door desperate to help her father in any way she could, and he’d held her arm to stop her, held her arm to lead her away. He’d brushed her hand and that was when he knew he could be gentle - had to, if he ever wanted to touch that soft skin again.
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