Drabble: Recharge
Title: Recharge
Pairing: Ohkura and bits of Ryo/Nakamaru
Raiting: NC-17 for masturbation and flashes of sex
Summary: pwp (because I cheat) drabble related to In between mugs of coffee and piles of snow for hanaakari_it who "asked" for it on this meme. Ohkura feels left out.
Ohkura really loves it here; there is snow, calm, jacuzzi and enough food to have him munching on something for the entire time they get stuck here, whatever diet he is on put on hold whenever he is here. He always manages to recharge his energy and come back with some more of it in reserve. But right now, all he can think about is how unfair the faith has been to him this time. He hears a thud and a long groan coming from a staircase and huffs, flopping onto his back and wondering if he maybe should go and get his .mp3 player and earphones. Ryo can be such an asshole.
They watch porn the first night. They all promenade around him in their naked glory, running around in the snow. Then Ryo even dares to get his hands on him and tickle him back when Ohkura wants to torture him a bit in the bath, his stupid rough fingers running all around his body. Of course Ryo then continues to radiate sex everywhere he walks. It is pretty clear his interest lies elsewhere, but does he have to shoot sultry looks all around himself?
Ohkura can hear whispering and someone stumbling across the hall to the bathroom, and he really should not be lazy and go get something to plug into his ears. Instead he realizes he is straining them. It is all Ryo’s fault, he concludes. Ohkura did not really expect any sexual gratification happening during this weekend. It is not an order of business every time they are here. But fooling around with Ryo is fun in general, and with Jin and Yamapi sneaking around and groping each other when they think no one is watching or they do not care enough, Ohkura is getting a little needy. Right now, it looks-or at least sounds-like Ryo is getting what he wants, and admittedly it seems that whatever that is, it is damn good. The walls here are so damn thin. Ohkura does not even bother stopping his hand when it slowly moves under the covers and over his crotch. His is half hard already, and he is not surprised at all.
He bites his bottom lip when he finally lets go and squeezes himself lightly through his pajamas. In the next moment, Ryo moans, long and shrill sound, and Ohkura just knows he came. He swears because those freaks did not wait for him to catch up, but then realizes someone is still panting and moaning, and he does not want to be left hanging this time. It seems Ryo is damn lucky tonight, and Ohkura makes sure he as well will profit this time. He shoves his covers off and pushes his hips up, slips his pajamas down his hips. His fingers close around his own cock, the other hand flies to his mouth, and he bites his forearm. He wants to hear, not to be heard. His fingers brush his balls on the way down, and he arches up.
Two voices can be heard moaning rather loudly on the other side of the wall, and Ohkura can tell the lower chords are Nakamaru’s while Ryo’s voice is somewhere on the level of his high notes. He is getting fucked, Ohkura realizes, and million images run through his head. Ryo on all fours, head thrown back, as Nakamaru pounds into him, his long thin fingers gripping Ryo’s hips. Or maybe Ryo is riding him, bouncing up and down as the pace increases, while Nakamaru meets his thrust, their bony hips clashing almost painfully. Ohkura’s own hand moves fast. He is gripping himself so that it hurts, but it is too good, and he is falling too fast, the voices next door getting louder in his head as he clearly sees two bodies meeting, dancing together on the verge of orgasm.
Now Ohkura dances choreography of his own, his hips thrusting up into his hand, his teeth sinking into his skin, his breaths coming out through his nose, quick and shallow, his head pushed into the pillow. When who he recognizes as Nakamaru moans again, long and deep, Ohkura’s nails catch on the head and he pushes his thumb into the slit. His cock twitches in his own hand, and he comes just as Ryo’s voice reaches the highest point and the silence reins the old house.
Ohkura sighs, and a small smile spreads across his face. In the end, he is fine with being left alone, if others still find the way to let him in on the fun. He reaches towards the nightstand and cleans himself up with some tissues. He barely forces his body to move enough to tug himself in and under the covers, and he is already falling asleep, his blurry mind content, his body sated. Recharged. This place always puts out for him. One way or another.
end
So I believe I proclaimed I do not like to write masturbation that much about 24 hours ago. Which is probably why I have written it today. My brain works in the strangest ways. I´m sorry if it sucks.
lol comments? edits? if anything pokes you in the eye, please tell me.
Pairing: Ohkura and bits of Ryo/Nakamaru
Raiting: NC-17 for masturbation and flashes of sex
Summary: pwp (because I cheat) drabble related to In between mugs of coffee and piles of snow for hanaakari_it who "asked" for it on this meme. Ohkura feels left out.
Ohkura really loves it here; there is snow, calm, jacuzzi and enough food to have him munching on something for the entire time they get stuck here, whatever diet he is on put on hold whenever he is here. He always manages to recharge his energy and come back with some more of it in reserve. But right now, all he can think about is how unfair the faith has been to him this time. He hears a thud and a long groan coming from a staircase and huffs, flopping onto his back and wondering if he maybe should go and get his .mp3 player and earphones. Ryo can be such an asshole.
They watch porn the first night. They all promenade around him in their naked glory, running around in the snow. Then Ryo even dares to get his hands on him and tickle him back when Ohkura wants to torture him a bit in the bath, his stupid rough fingers running all around his body. Of course Ryo then continues to radiate sex everywhere he walks. It is pretty clear his interest lies elsewhere, but does he have to shoot sultry looks all around himself?
Ohkura can hear whispering and someone stumbling across the hall to the bathroom, and he really should not be lazy and go get something to plug into his ears. Instead he realizes he is straining them. It is all Ryo’s fault, he concludes. Ohkura did not really expect any sexual gratification happening during this weekend. It is not an order of business every time they are here. But fooling around with Ryo is fun in general, and with Jin and Yamapi sneaking around and groping each other when they think no one is watching or they do not care enough, Ohkura is getting a little needy. Right now, it looks-or at least sounds-like Ryo is getting what he wants, and admittedly it seems that whatever that is, it is damn good. The walls here are so damn thin. Ohkura does not even bother stopping his hand when it slowly moves under the covers and over his crotch. His is half hard already, and he is not surprised at all.
He bites his bottom lip when he finally lets go and squeezes himself lightly through his pajamas. In the next moment, Ryo moans, long and shrill sound, and Ohkura just knows he came. He swears because those freaks did not wait for him to catch up, but then realizes someone is still panting and moaning, and he does not want to be left hanging this time. It seems Ryo is damn lucky tonight, and Ohkura makes sure he as well will profit this time. He shoves his covers off and pushes his hips up, slips his pajamas down his hips. His fingers close around his own cock, the other hand flies to his mouth, and he bites his forearm. He wants to hear, not to be heard. His fingers brush his balls on the way down, and he arches up.
Two voices can be heard moaning rather loudly on the other side of the wall, and Ohkura can tell the lower chords are Nakamaru’s while Ryo’s voice is somewhere on the level of his high notes. He is getting fucked, Ohkura realizes, and million images run through his head. Ryo on all fours, head thrown back, as Nakamaru pounds into him, his long thin fingers gripping Ryo’s hips. Or maybe Ryo is riding him, bouncing up and down as the pace increases, while Nakamaru meets his thrust, their bony hips clashing almost painfully. Ohkura’s own hand moves fast. He is gripping himself so that it hurts, but it is too good, and he is falling too fast, the voices next door getting louder in his head as he clearly sees two bodies meeting, dancing together on the verge of orgasm.
Now Ohkura dances choreography of his own, his hips thrusting up into his hand, his teeth sinking into his skin, his breaths coming out through his nose, quick and shallow, his head pushed into the pillow. When who he recognizes as Nakamaru moans again, long and deep, Ohkura’s nails catch on the head and he pushes his thumb into the slit. His cock twitches in his own hand, and he comes just as Ryo’s voice reaches the highest point and the silence reins the old house.
Ohkura sighs, and a small smile spreads across his face. In the end, he is fine with being left alone, if others still find the way to let him in on the fun. He reaches towards the nightstand and cleans himself up with some tissues. He barely forces his body to move enough to tug himself in and under the covers, and he is already falling asleep, his blurry mind content, his body sated. Recharged. This place always puts out for him. One way or another.
end
So I believe I proclaimed I do not like to write masturbation that much about 24 hours ago. Which is probably why I have written it today. My brain works in the strangest ways. I´m sorry if it sucks.
lol comments? edits? if anything pokes you in the eye, please tell me.