[ryopin] Round Three
It’s Jin’s idea to play a drinking game. “We all need to relax,” he wheedles, and Ryo and Yamapi agree wholeheartedly.
Yamapi loses the first round. “Now you have to do whatever we tell you to,” Ryo declares.
“I thought the punishment was that you had to take another shot,” Yamapi complains.
“This is special,” Jin says in a falsely reassuring tone. “You have to drink it, and follow what we say. But if one of us loses the next round, you get to make that person do whatever you want!”
“Fine,” Pi says with a slur, pouring the strong liquor down his throat. He's lost track of what number this is; they started drinking long before they started the game.
The other two smirk at him. “No clothes,” Ryo says with a leer.
“What,” Yamapi cries, caught by surprise, but then Ryo is leaning in dangerously and Jin is nodding vigorously, and Yamapi, distracted, swallows his initial protests as Ryo begins unfastening his pants before he knows it. Those shots are really working wonders, he thinks dizzily as Jin pulls off his pinstriped jacket, throwing it carelessly to the side. But when he feels Jin’s hands on his stomach, big and warm, about to pull off his white t-shirt, he freezes. His pants are long gone, and now he’s just left in Calvin Kline boxers and no t-shirt, because Jin’s just pulled it off and discarded that too.
“Wait,” Yamapi gasps, because this is weird, he can tell it’s weird through the alcohol haze. He bats away the trespassing hands, half-rising from his sitting position before he loses his balance and falls none too gracefully on his rear. “Ouch,” he says automatically before adding, “this is weird.”
“You lost,” Ryo says pointedly, eyeing him. Yamapi frowns and tries to get up again, and Ryo leans forward again, pulling Pi’s boxers down to his ankles in one swift motion. The younger male looks at him with big eyes and Ryo takes advantage of his surprise by pushing him back so that he stumbles and falls back onto Jin’s lap. Ryo flings his boxers into a corner of the room, leaving him completely naked and exposed.
“Nice,” Jin murmurs into Yamapi’s hair, inhaling deeply. “Nice.”
Ryo, having vanished just a second ago, reappears with a black sheet obviously just taken from his bed. “Here,” he says, throwing it in Yamapi’s general direction, and the younger male clumsily climbs out of Jin’s lap and wraps the sheet completely around himself, only letting his head and neck protrude from the black safety.
“Wouldn’t want you getting cold or anything,” Jin says, smirking, and Yamapi glares at him.
“Here’s your punishment shot, too,” Ryo says suddenly, and Yamapi tips the contents of the freshly filled glass down his throat before realizing that he already took that shot.
“Bastard,” he says weakly, redirecting his glare at Ryo. The sheet slips down his shoulders, and Ryo grins, too widely.
“One would think,” the older male starts darkly, “that swindlers are much harder to deceive.”
“Shut up,” Yamapi groans. “Next round. Now.”
Jin loses the next round. He awaits Yamapi’s sentence with that same annoying smirk, and Yamapi can’t seem to think of an appropriate punishment. “Well?” Jin prompts, and Yamapi frowns, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“Kiss Ryo,” he says finally, deeming this sufficient. Jin and Yamapi have touched each other before, granted, mostly when drunk, but Yamapi is positive that Jin and Ryo have never done such things. Let them squirm now. Ryo wouldn’t like that at all; it was like a double punishment, two birds with one stone. Yamapi congratulates himself.
“Okay,” Jin responds easily, scooting to Ryo’s side and wasting no time before pressing their lips together. Ryo responds to the kiss like it’s his second nature, and the slow, gentle kiss develops into one filled with hunger and passion as their lips and tongues move quickly against each other. Clearly, Yamapi’s clever plan has backfired - not only is it clear that they have indeed done this before, but instead of it being a punishment for the both of them; it feels like a punishment for himself. As he watches them still kissing, something too much like jealousy seems to take shape inside him. It’s all too obvious: he wants them to kiss him, too.
When they break apart, both of them seem to be watching Yamapi curiously. Heat is starting to pool around his stomach, and he’s glad that the sheet is between him and his two friends.
“He wants it,” Ryo drawls. “He likes it, look at him.”
“Of course he likes it,” Jin purrs. “He likes a lot of things; I’ll show you.”
“I can hear you,” Yamapi says loudly. No, no, no, no, things are not going the right way at all, and the night is just getting weirder and weirder. Especially because he does kind of want it. He wants them. A lot. But the thought of wanting to do things with the close friends he grew up with is a bit much for his mind to handle.
“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore,” Ryo groans suddenly, exasperated. “I feel like a fucking masochist. He’s right there and naked and I can’t wait anymore.” He turns on Yamapi. “You are stupid,” he says plainly. “How can you not get it? Akanishi has been sticking his hand into his pants all day, trying to hint to you.”
Yamapi blinks. “Jin isn’t exactly subtle,” he mumbles. “I can’t be expected to know when he’s trying to be. Besides,” he suppresses a smile, “he has his hand down his pants all the time.”
“I do not,” Jin protests, crawling closer. He presses his bare chest against Yamapi’s back - when he’d gotten rid of his shirt, Yamapi has no idea. “I’m sure my hand is down your pants a lot more than it’s down mine.”
He reaches underneath the sheet and wraps a steady hand around the base of Yamapi’s cock, punctuating his remark, and Yamapi squirms before automatically arching back to feel more of Jin’s touch. Jin chuckles, low and hot, onto the back of Yamapi’s neck.
Ryo works his way over to kneel in front of Yamapi, placing his hand over Jin’s and stilling it. Jin turns, surprised, but Ryo just smiles assuredly at him - and Jin understands. He returns a coy smile.
“What are you doing,” Yamapi all but hisses, jerking his hips. The black sheet is pooled around his hips, no longer hiding much of anything. “Do something.”
“We waited all this time,” Ryo says vindictively. “The least you can do is ask for it.”
Yamapi stretches his neck to the side, biting his lower lip as his hips shift upwards of their own accord. “Touch me,” he finally demands, but it comes out as more of a plea. Ryo grins.
“Touch me,” Yamapi repeats, softer, and he is rewarded with a slow stroke of Ryo’s hand. He can’t help but sigh contentedly, the alcohol of earlier giving his libido an extra push. Ryo uses just he right amount of pressure on his sensitive skin, and when Ryo suddenly brings his other hand to the back of Yamapi’s head to yank him out of Jin’s lap for a kiss, Yamapi has no complaints.
*
Jin wastes no time in taking advantage of his mobility by stripping off his pants and boxers, making sure to retrieve the condom and lube hiding in his jeans pocket before tossing the pants to the side. He meets Ryo’s eyes, and Ryo breaks apart from Yamapi with a knowing smirk, pushing him back into Jin’s lap. He moans when Yamapi’s bare ass presses against his half-hard cock, the sensation distracting him so Ryo has to pry the lube out of his hand in order to get it.
Jin shifts, trying to get more comfortable, but every time he moves, Yamapi’s skin brushes against his cock and the resulting shocks that fly to his brain are almost overwhelming. He returns his hand to Yamapi’s cock, stroking from behind, slow enough that it distracts Yamapi but doesn’t get him too worked up, because he knows Ryo is eager to start preparing Yamapi so he can fuck him.
Ryo’s first finger enters Yamapi slowly, and Yamapi automatically jerks at the intrusion, jolting back against Jin’s cock again. He doesn’t say anything, but his muscles become tense, and Jin can tell that it hurts. He rests his chin on Yamapi's shoulder and whispers, “it's okay" into his best friend's ear as he speeds up his stroking, anything to distract from the pain.
By the time Ryo’s third finger works its way into Yamapi, the younger boy has relaxed considerably, leaning comfortably on Jin’s chest. Jin loves the feeling of his nipples pressed into Yamapi’s warm skin, but when his hand slips and he strokes Yamapi’s stomach by accident, he feels a strange tightness there. He thinks it might be because Ryo is going to fuck him rather than Jin, who has done so twice in the past, so he smiles reassuringly into Yamapi’s neck and reaches around to slip fingers in between the other’s, holding his hand as Ryo finally pushes in.
It’s tight, Jin knows, and Yamapi knows, and now Ryo knows. Yamapi is gripping his hand for all he’s worth, and Jin squeezes back because everything is going to be okay, and soon it will feel good, so good. He doesn’t know if his body language is getting the words across, but Yamapi is adjusting all the same, slowly but surely.
Ryo pauses once he’s in all the way, giving Yamapi time to breathe, and Jin lets his free hand drift down to play with Yamapi’s balls, helping him to relax. “Doing okay?” Jin whispers into Yamapi’s ear, and Yamapi nods a bit jerkily, his grip on Jin’s hand loosening considerably.
“Yeah,” he gasps, before turning to Ryo. “For someone so tiny, you feel really big,” he chokes out. Jin hides his grin behind Yamapi’s neck.
“For someone so ugly, you feel really good,” Ryo groans, trying and clearly failing to deliver a scathing comeback.
Yamapi suddenly shifts, and the three moan collectively. Ryo fills him completely, hard and thick. His walls stroke Ryo in a way that could never be duplicated, and when Yamapi shifts, he presses back onto Jin’s hardness. Ryo interprets this as invitation to get things moving, and he doesn’t hesitate before pulling almost completely out and thrusting back in, slowly, at first, but faster as Yamapi’s helpless whimpers turn into encouraging groans.
With every thrust, Ryo pushes Yamapi back into Jin’s lap, and Jin practically sits back, enjoying the hot friction against his cock as he watches Ryo pound into Yamapi. Ryo’s brows are furrowed in concentration, but gradually relax as he loses control over himself, running on automatic because he knows what he likes.
It’s a completely different experience for Jin, not doing anything but somehow feeling everything - he can’t see Yamapi’s face but somehow that makes everything hotter. He can feel Yamapi’s heartbeat, racing with Ryo’s thrusts. He can hear the little noises Yamapi makes between moans, tiny mewling sounds of uncontrollable desire. He wants to hear more, wants to feel more, and so he holds Yamapi tighter: soft, sweaty skin slipping in his arms.
*
Ryo’s rhythm builds, faster and faster before he suddenly breaks it himself, pushing in all the way before grabbing Jin’s soft hair and pulling the other close. Yamapi sandwiched between the two, their kiss is heated and passionate. The three can’t get any close than that; Yamapi’s arms are circling Ryo’s neck and they are just a tangled, sweaty mess of limbs and lust. Ryo breaks away just as quickly as he’d begun the kiss, rebuilding his rhythm with the intent of bringing them all to the edge on his own power.
Ryo doesn’t know who came first, second, or third; all he remembers is hitting some spot in Yamapi that made pleasure rocket through his body, so much that his whole body shook, and hitting it again and again before he groaned loudly and released himself into Yamapi, feeling hot all over. Yamapi was crying out, and Jin was moaning and moaning, and by the time Ryo pulled himself together, removing his cock from Yamapi’s well stretched hole, he realized a little late that it had ended.
His stomach was spattered with Yamapi’s come, still warm, and Jin was covered with some of his own, but Yamapi was easily the biggest mess, sticky with his own come, Ryo’s come lightly dripping from his hole, and Jin’s making its way down his asscrack.
“You’re a mess,” he comments, but Yamapi just smiles sleepily at him, half embarrassed, the other half somewhat pleased.
“Clean me,” he says. “Clean me up while I’ll let you, because tomorrow I am going to have the worst hangover in the world and it is very likely that I will kill you both.”
“You wouldn’t kill me, Pi,” Jin says, making big eyes. “You love me.”
Yamapi yawns in reply, before pushing himself to his feet, staggering to the bathroom. Ryo follows, not thinking, just doing. Naturally, Jin comes as well.
“We’re not all going to fit in my shower,” Ryo says, eyeing his white tile. Aren’t showers made for one? Or maybe two.
“Oh, we’ll fit,” Yamapi replies knowingly, turning on the water.
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Yamapi loses the first round. “Now you have to do whatever we tell you to,” Ryo declares.
“I thought the punishment was that you had to take another shot,” Yamapi complains.
“This is special,” Jin says in a falsely reassuring tone. “You have to drink it, and follow what we say. But if one of us loses the next round, you get to make that person do whatever you want!”
“Fine,” Pi says with a slur, pouring the strong liquor down his throat. He's lost track of what number this is; they started drinking long before they started the game.
The other two smirk at him. “No clothes,” Ryo says with a leer.
“What,” Yamapi cries, caught by surprise, but then Ryo is leaning in dangerously and Jin is nodding vigorously, and Yamapi, distracted, swallows his initial protests as Ryo begins unfastening his pants before he knows it. Those shots are really working wonders, he thinks dizzily as Jin pulls off his pinstriped jacket, throwing it carelessly to the side. But when he feels Jin’s hands on his stomach, big and warm, about to pull off his white t-shirt, he freezes. His pants are long gone, and now he’s just left in Calvin Kline boxers and no t-shirt, because Jin’s just pulled it off and discarded that too.
“Wait,” Yamapi gasps, because this is weird, he can tell it’s weird through the alcohol haze. He bats away the trespassing hands, half-rising from his sitting position before he loses his balance and falls none too gracefully on his rear. “Ouch,” he says automatically before adding, “this is weird.”
“You lost,” Ryo says pointedly, eyeing him. Yamapi frowns and tries to get up again, and Ryo leans forward again, pulling Pi’s boxers down to his ankles in one swift motion. The younger male looks at him with big eyes and Ryo takes advantage of his surprise by pushing him back so that he stumbles and falls back onto Jin’s lap. Ryo flings his boxers into a corner of the room, leaving him completely naked and exposed.
“Nice,” Jin murmurs into Yamapi’s hair, inhaling deeply. “Nice.”
Ryo, having vanished just a second ago, reappears with a black sheet obviously just taken from his bed. “Here,” he says, throwing it in Yamapi’s general direction, and the younger male clumsily climbs out of Jin’s lap and wraps the sheet completely around himself, only letting his head and neck protrude from the black safety.
“Wouldn’t want you getting cold or anything,” Jin says, smirking, and Yamapi glares at him.
“Here’s your punishment shot, too,” Ryo says suddenly, and Yamapi tips the contents of the freshly filled glass down his throat before realizing that he already took that shot.
“Bastard,” he says weakly, redirecting his glare at Ryo. The sheet slips down his shoulders, and Ryo grins, too widely.
“One would think,” the older male starts darkly, “that swindlers are much harder to deceive.”
“Shut up,” Yamapi groans. “Next round. Now.”
Jin loses the next round. He awaits Yamapi’s sentence with that same annoying smirk, and Yamapi can’t seem to think of an appropriate punishment. “Well?” Jin prompts, and Yamapi frowns, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“Kiss Ryo,” he says finally, deeming this sufficient. Jin and Yamapi have touched each other before, granted, mostly when drunk, but Yamapi is positive that Jin and Ryo have never done such things. Let them squirm now. Ryo wouldn’t like that at all; it was like a double punishment, two birds with one stone. Yamapi congratulates himself.
“Okay,” Jin responds easily, scooting to Ryo’s side and wasting no time before pressing their lips together. Ryo responds to the kiss like it’s his second nature, and the slow, gentle kiss develops into one filled with hunger and passion as their lips and tongues move quickly against each other. Clearly, Yamapi’s clever plan has backfired - not only is it clear that they have indeed done this before, but instead of it being a punishment for the both of them; it feels like a punishment for himself. As he watches them still kissing, something too much like jealousy seems to take shape inside him. It’s all too obvious: he wants them to kiss him, too.
When they break apart, both of them seem to be watching Yamapi curiously. Heat is starting to pool around his stomach, and he’s glad that the sheet is between him and his two friends.
“He wants it,” Ryo drawls. “He likes it, look at him.”
“Of course he likes it,” Jin purrs. “He likes a lot of things; I’ll show you.”
“I can hear you,” Yamapi says loudly. No, no, no, no, things are not going the right way at all, and the night is just getting weirder and weirder. Especially because he does kind of want it. He wants them. A lot. But the thought of wanting to do things with the close friends he grew up with is a bit much for his mind to handle.
“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore,” Ryo groans suddenly, exasperated. “I feel like a fucking masochist. He’s right there and naked and I can’t wait anymore.” He turns on Yamapi. “You are stupid,” he says plainly. “How can you not get it? Akanishi has been sticking his hand into his pants all day, trying to hint to you.”
Yamapi blinks. “Jin isn’t exactly subtle,” he mumbles. “I can’t be expected to know when he’s trying to be. Besides,” he suppresses a smile, “he has his hand down his pants all the time.”
“I do not,” Jin protests, crawling closer. He presses his bare chest against Yamapi’s back - when he’d gotten rid of his shirt, Yamapi has no idea. “I’m sure my hand is down your pants a lot more than it’s down mine.”
He reaches underneath the sheet and wraps a steady hand around the base of Yamapi’s cock, punctuating his remark, and Yamapi squirms before automatically arching back to feel more of Jin’s touch. Jin chuckles, low and hot, onto the back of Yamapi’s neck.
Ryo works his way over to kneel in front of Yamapi, placing his hand over Jin’s and stilling it. Jin turns, surprised, but Ryo just smiles assuredly at him - and Jin understands. He returns a coy smile.
“What are you doing,” Yamapi all but hisses, jerking his hips. The black sheet is pooled around his hips, no longer hiding much of anything. “Do something.”
“We waited all this time,” Ryo says vindictively. “The least you can do is ask for it.”
Yamapi stretches his neck to the side, biting his lower lip as his hips shift upwards of their own accord. “Touch me,” he finally demands, but it comes out as more of a plea. Ryo grins.
“Touch me,” Yamapi repeats, softer, and he is rewarded with a slow stroke of Ryo’s hand. He can’t help but sigh contentedly, the alcohol of earlier giving his libido an extra push. Ryo uses just he right amount of pressure on his sensitive skin, and when Ryo suddenly brings his other hand to the back of Yamapi’s head to yank him out of Jin’s lap for a kiss, Yamapi has no complaints.
*
Jin wastes no time in taking advantage of his mobility by stripping off his pants and boxers, making sure to retrieve the condom and lube hiding in his jeans pocket before tossing the pants to the side. He meets Ryo’s eyes, and Ryo breaks apart from Yamapi with a knowing smirk, pushing him back into Jin’s lap. He moans when Yamapi’s bare ass presses against his half-hard cock, the sensation distracting him so Ryo has to pry the lube out of his hand in order to get it.
Jin shifts, trying to get more comfortable, but every time he moves, Yamapi’s skin brushes against his cock and the resulting shocks that fly to his brain are almost overwhelming. He returns his hand to Yamapi’s cock, stroking from behind, slow enough that it distracts Yamapi but doesn’t get him too worked up, because he knows Ryo is eager to start preparing Yamapi so he can fuck him.
Ryo’s first finger enters Yamapi slowly, and Yamapi automatically jerks at the intrusion, jolting back against Jin’s cock again. He doesn’t say anything, but his muscles become tense, and Jin can tell that it hurts. He rests his chin on Yamapi's shoulder and whispers, “it's okay" into his best friend's ear as he speeds up his stroking, anything to distract from the pain.
By the time Ryo’s third finger works its way into Yamapi, the younger boy has relaxed considerably, leaning comfortably on Jin’s chest. Jin loves the feeling of his nipples pressed into Yamapi’s warm skin, but when his hand slips and he strokes Yamapi’s stomach by accident, he feels a strange tightness there. He thinks it might be because Ryo is going to fuck him rather than Jin, who has done so twice in the past, so he smiles reassuringly into Yamapi’s neck and reaches around to slip fingers in between the other’s, holding his hand as Ryo finally pushes in.
It’s tight, Jin knows, and Yamapi knows, and now Ryo knows. Yamapi is gripping his hand for all he’s worth, and Jin squeezes back because everything is going to be okay, and soon it will feel good, so good. He doesn’t know if his body language is getting the words across, but Yamapi is adjusting all the same, slowly but surely.
Ryo pauses once he’s in all the way, giving Yamapi time to breathe, and Jin lets his free hand drift down to play with Yamapi’s balls, helping him to relax. “Doing okay?” Jin whispers into Yamapi’s ear, and Yamapi nods a bit jerkily, his grip on Jin’s hand loosening considerably.
“Yeah,” he gasps, before turning to Ryo. “For someone so tiny, you feel really big,” he chokes out. Jin hides his grin behind Yamapi’s neck.
“For someone so ugly, you feel really good,” Ryo groans, trying and clearly failing to deliver a scathing comeback.
Yamapi suddenly shifts, and the three moan collectively. Ryo fills him completely, hard and thick. His walls stroke Ryo in a way that could never be duplicated, and when Yamapi shifts, he presses back onto Jin’s hardness. Ryo interprets this as invitation to get things moving, and he doesn’t hesitate before pulling almost completely out and thrusting back in, slowly, at first, but faster as Yamapi’s helpless whimpers turn into encouraging groans.
With every thrust, Ryo pushes Yamapi back into Jin’s lap, and Jin practically sits back, enjoying the hot friction against his cock as he watches Ryo pound into Yamapi. Ryo’s brows are furrowed in concentration, but gradually relax as he loses control over himself, running on automatic because he knows what he likes.
It’s a completely different experience for Jin, not doing anything but somehow feeling everything - he can’t see Yamapi’s face but somehow that makes everything hotter. He can feel Yamapi’s heartbeat, racing with Ryo’s thrusts. He can hear the little noises Yamapi makes between moans, tiny mewling sounds of uncontrollable desire. He wants to hear more, wants to feel more, and so he holds Yamapi tighter: soft, sweaty skin slipping in his arms.
*
Ryo’s rhythm builds, faster and faster before he suddenly breaks it himself, pushing in all the way before grabbing Jin’s soft hair and pulling the other close. Yamapi sandwiched between the two, their kiss is heated and passionate. The three can’t get any close than that; Yamapi’s arms are circling Ryo’s neck and they are just a tangled, sweaty mess of limbs and lust. Ryo breaks away just as quickly as he’d begun the kiss, rebuilding his rhythm with the intent of bringing them all to the edge on his own power.
Ryo doesn’t know who came first, second, or third; all he remembers is hitting some spot in Yamapi that made pleasure rocket through his body, so much that his whole body shook, and hitting it again and again before he groaned loudly and released himself into Yamapi, feeling hot all over. Yamapi was crying out, and Jin was moaning and moaning, and by the time Ryo pulled himself together, removing his cock from Yamapi’s well stretched hole, he realized a little late that it had ended.
His stomach was spattered with Yamapi’s come, still warm, and Jin was covered with some of his own, but Yamapi was easily the biggest mess, sticky with his own come, Ryo’s come lightly dripping from his hole, and Jin’s making its way down his asscrack.
“You’re a mess,” he comments, but Yamapi just smiles sleepily at him, half embarrassed, the other half somewhat pleased.
“Clean me,” he says. “Clean me up while I’ll let you, because tomorrow I am going to have the worst hangover in the world and it is very likely that I will kill you both.”
“You wouldn’t kill me, Pi,” Jin says, making big eyes. “You love me.”
Yamapi yawns in reply, before pushing himself to his feet, staggering to the bathroom. Ryo follows, not thinking, just doing. Naturally, Jin comes as well.
“We’re not all going to fit in my shower,” Ryo says, eyeing his white tile. Aren’t showers made for one? Or maybe two.
“Oh, we’ll fit,” Yamapi replies knowingly, turning on the water.
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