Sweet Dreams Are Made of This
Title: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa/Kato Shigeaki
Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Rimming, oral sex, facial, sex toys, sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own them or the song the title was taken from
Summary: Shige's been having dreams about Yamapi that lead him into some very awkward situations.
A/N: This was written for a prompt on the Bunny meme: Shige is mortified when Yamapi runs into him at a sex toy store. I had started it ages ago but got distracted and had a boat load of school work so I just finished it. Whoever requested this, I hope you actually get to read it.
Shige browsed the display along the side wall; thanking every deity he could think of that there weren't a lot of people in the store at two in the morning. Sure he had X-rated talks with his guy friends, he was quite comfortable with his sexuality, and he knew there was nothing he should be embarrassed about because everyone needed a little bit of extra loving every now and then. Still there was something inherently awkward about being in a sex boutique.
It might have been the shady looking man running the register, who had eyed him with a sleazy smile when he walked in. Or, maybe it was the couple he passed in the BDSM aisle, the girl didn't even look like she was legal yet. It certainly didn’t help that all the rest of the customers were desperate looking, middle-aged salary men. Whatever the source of the atmosphere, Shige had never in his life felt more embarrassed than he did at that very moment, standing before the selection of brightly colored vibrators and dildos. Although, that might have been due to the reason he was planning on buying one in the first place.
He had been having erotic dreams about his leader for nearly a month now. At first he just tried to ignore them; brushing it off as simply being sex deprived for a fairly long time. He could hardly deny that Yamapi was a very attractive man, and he’d certainly thought about what it would be like to be intimate with him before; it had just never been quite so intense.
After a week of waking up achingly hard after dreaming about running his hands over Yamapi’s firm, broad shoulders as the muscles contracted with the effort of holding himself above Shige as he lazily thrust in and out of him, Shige had accepted that it might be a bit more than his body needing release and his mind latching on to the image of Yamapi’s abs. That’s when it started carrying over into his waking hours. Whenever there were dance rehearsals, or photo-shoots, and Yamapi felt it needless to wear a shirt, Shige would find his blood quickly flooding south; leaving him to make hasty excuses to run off to the bathroom, where his hand could help him out.
Two weeks of dreams and a quick hand job every other day wasn’t enough the satiate his uncooperative body. After one particularly stressful day of dance rehearsal, in which they had sweat so much Yamapi had ditched his shirt before they were even half way through, he’d bought a new bottle of lube, to replace the mostly empty one that had gone unused for so long, and hurried home. Once he got home, Shige couldn’t even wait long enough to make it to his bed; far too worked up from the vision of Yamapi’s strong back in front of him, and his taut abdomen in the mirrors as he danced. Shige had spread himself across his couch and, soon enough, his fingers were reacquainted with his prostate, making him come far more quickly than any of the preceding hand jobs had.
Three weeks in and even the fingering was beginning to feel like it wouldn’t be enough. Frustrated beyond belief, Shige had swallowed his pride and devised an elusive way to ask Koyama about it without having to divulge the object of his desires. It was that, not entirely sober conversation that had led him where he was now: the slightly sketchy sex boutique about halfway between the jimusho and his apartment. Koyama’s advice: buy a sex toy to make things more interesting; if the orgasm is more intense he might not be so needy. Shige wasn’t all that certain if Koyama was aware that he was having dreams about someone he couldn’t actually have sex with; even if he could just walk up to Yamapi and say “Yamashita-kun, I’d like you to fuck me into your mattress, please,” Shige wouldn’t be interested in cat ears anyway, that wasn’t really his thing. None the less, he figured there was some merit to the suggestion; some things he could use by himself.
Browsing the shelves, Shige decided to go with the most practical and least complicated looking of the options; a larger-medium sized red vibrator. Ducking his head, he hastily headed towards the cash register. Past the couple in the BDSM aisle, past the salary man looking at the latest issue of "Ass-Man," and the front of the store was in sight. Before Shige could make it the register, he collided with someone turning the corner from an aisle and went sprawling on the floor. The vibrator clattered on the cold tile beside him as Shige hurried to apologize.
Glancing up at the person he had run into he froze, eyes wide in horror, "Ya-Yamashita-kun!"
"Eh! Shige," Yamapi reached down to pull Shige to his feet, "I never thought I'd run into you here; it's not exactly near your place."
"Err, yeah, I...I've got to go!" Shige quickly rushed out the door, planning to pretend that the encounter never happened.
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Shige was on edge when News had to meet for dance rehearsals. The awkward feelings from the chance encounter the other day made it hard for him to even be in the same room as Yamapi, and he had yet to be able to look him in the eye. He had spent the better part of the morning attempting to keep as many people between Yamapi and himself as he possibly could. Something that would have been infinitely less difficult if it weren't for the fact that Yamapi seemed determined to try to talk to him whenever they had a free moment. When they broke for lunch he tried to high-tail it out of there as quickly as possible without raising any suspicion in the other members. He was half way out the door when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, Shige, can I talk to you in private for a minute?” Of course it had to be Yamapi.
“Uh, sure, yeah.”
He followed Yamapi down the hallway to their dressing room, praying the entire way that this wouldn’t be an entirely embarrassing conversation. Once in the dressing room with the door closed Shige stood there awkwardly watching Yamapi walk to his bag and pull out something in a black plastic bag before walking back to where Shige stood and holding it out for him to take. Accepting the bag hesitantly he observed Yamapi rub the back of his neck embarrassedly. Opening the bag he glanced in, only to drop it in shock.
“You dropped it the other day when we ran into each other. You were in such a rush that you didn’t buy it so I got it for you since I was there.”
Shige groaned, stooping to pick up the bag with the red vibrator hidden inside. “I…err...thank you but, you, uh, really didn’t have to…”
“Ah well, I figured if you were there to get it then you probably wanted to use it and, knowing you, would have been too embarrassed to go back for it.” Yamapi explained. Shige wished that he didn’t seem so easy going about the whole situation; it just made Shige’s own awkwardness even more noticeable. Just as he was opening his mouth to reply the door opened behind him and Koyama’s head came peeking through.
“Did you guys get to finish your conversation? Ryo-chan’s getting impatient and…” Ryo pushed passed Koyama, rolling his eyes and complaining about needing a nap.
A smirk grew on his face as he caught sight of the nondescript bag that Shige was clutching, “Really Pi, you’re wooing him with porn? That’s not what I thought you had in mind when you said you had it under control. You should have just let me say something, then I could have at least seen the look on his face.”
“Ryo-chan.” Yamapi admonished as Shige looked between the two, trying to wrap his mind around Ryo’s words.
“Oh don’t look so confused Shige, you’re not some virginal girl or something!”
To Shige’s great horror Koyama looked absolutely delighted about the situation, “This is great, isn’t it Shige? Now you won’t have to worry about those dreams you’ve been having, right?”
He felt like he could have died of embarrassment.
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He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d ended upon a date with Yamapi, but Shige figured it had something to do with Koyama babbling about member love and Ryo saying that he needed to get laid. He certainly couldn’t argue with them without lying, and Yamapi didn’t seem entirely opposed to the idea either. So here he was sitting in Yamapi’s living room, trying to ignore the smell of smoke coming from the kitchen. Once he heard the crashing it became too hard a thing for him to ignore. Getting up and entering the kitchen he started at the sight of Yamapi glaring at the spaghetti that covered the wall.
“How did you manage that?” he questioned.
“I got distracted and let it boil too long I think.” Yamapi explained, “The pot exploded.”
Shige laughed, “We can always just eat instant ramen.”
Shige started to help clean the mess off the wall but stopped when he felt Yamapi wrap his arms around his waist.
“Leave it, Shige, we could always just skip dinner. Don’t you want to try out your present?”
Shige shuddered, the feel of Yamapi’s lips descending upon his neck sending little trills of pleasure along his spine. Gripping the arms that held him he loosened them enough to turn around and properly reciprocate the actions. Warm lips moved against slightly chapped ones as Shige wrapper his own arms around Yamapi’s neck, one hand buried in brown hair deepening the kiss. When Yamapi licked the seam of his lips Shige opened his mouth to the exploratory tongue immediately. Their tongues fought lazily, neither one caring much about establishing dominance, but neither one wanting to be fully submissive as well.
Groping to turn off the stove Yamapi slowly urged Shige back out to the living room, leaving the mess to be cleaned up later. As he walked backward, Shige pulled back for air, smiling a little bit shyly as he let Yamapi guide him where he wanted. He felt the soft edge of the couch against his calves before he was being gently pushed down onto the plush surface. Through lust clouded eyes, he watched as Yamapi moved away to retrieve the unlabeled bag and pull the toy from its cardboard and plastic prison. Yamapi smirked at Shige as he inserted the batteries into the device and advanced upon the couch once again, placing the vibe on the cushion as he leaned in for another kiss, this one more passionate than the last.
Shige moaned into the kiss, beginning to work on the buttons of Yamapi’s shirt as warm hands tugged at his belt and fly. In no time at all his pants and boxers were tossed unceremoniously to the side and Yamapi was knelling between his legs, one hand teasing his aching cock while the other was searching under the cushions for the lube. Leaning back, Shige spread his legs wider, allowing Yamapi better access to his most intimate parts.
A gasp escaped his lips at the first feel of something probing his entrance, only instead of the lube slick finger he was expecting he felt a warm, wet tongue circling the pucker. Hands threaded in dark brown locks in an attempt to press the warm mouth closer into him. As the textured tongue pushed inside, Shige moaned wantonly, only able to think about the sensations Yamapi’s tongue sent through his body. He could feel the tension that had become a constant coil within him over the past few weeks ease slightly. What his own fingers could not achieve over the course of a week only the faintest penetration of Yamapi’s tongue managed to do. He whimpered at the loss when Yamapi pulled away. The whimper quickly turned back into moans as the first finger slipped in to replace the tongue.
“More, Yamashita.” Shige begged. Weeks of dreaming about this very moment left him needy and demanding.
Yamapi smiled and kissed him, quick and dirty, “Say my name and I’ll do anything you want.”
Shige whined as the finger slowed its movements, “Tomo, more, please!”
Two fingers pressed in roughly, hooking to hit just the right spot that would turn Shige into a writhing, moaning mess. As the fingers moved Shige pressed down onto them even more, eagerly fucking himself on the long digits. Soon, a third finger joined the set, stretching Shige even more. Shige could feel the heat pooling in his abdomen as the fingers teased his prostate, bringing him teetering on the edge of satisfaction. His mind flashed visions of his erotic dreams and Shige shamelessly moaned, Yamapi’s fingers filling him so much better than his own had, as his orgasm washed over him; muscles constricting and body heating delightfully. As his mind drifted back from the euphoric emotions he gazed down at Yamapi, gasping at the sight of the older man, come splattered across his face, sticking in the wisps of hair that fell into his eyes.
Yamapi rose up to kiss Shige sweetly on the lips as his fingers pulled out, “You didn’t even let me play with your new toy.”
Shige groaned at the husky, deepened quality of Yamapi’s voice, feeling his cock twitch slightly in excitement, despite having just come. Yamapi placed tender kisses across Shige’s face; moving up the path of a cheekbone, smoothing over his forehead, and back down the other cheek until he could claim the full lips once more in a languid kiss. Teasingly he licked a path down Shige’s neck until he could nibble and suckle at a clavicle. Leaning his head back to better expose the expanse of skin, Shige sank into the lush cushions, allowing Yamapi to shower his body with teasing kisses and loving touches.
A hand fleetingly brushing along his half erect penis made Shige snap his head back up. Yamapi lazily pumped his cock, bringing him back to a full erection, as he trailed feather light kisses down Shige’s chest and abdomen. He nuzzled along the length of hard flesh to place a gentle kiss to the engorged head. He then ran his tongue down the thick vein before tracing patterns along the heated organ. Taking the head into his mouth, Yamapi circled his tongue over the tip and sucked lightly, teasing. As Shige moaned, trying to thrust deeper into the warm orifice, Yamapi ran his palms up his firm thighs to grip his hips, holding them down against the couch. Shige whined as Yamapi continued to tease his cock, taking him in deeper only to draw back to just the tip once more. He hardly noticed one of Yamapi’s hands leaving his hips, so caught up in the tortures of that decadent mouth, until he felt something solid pressing into his loosened hole.
When Yamapi turned on the vibrator Shige silently screamed, his body shaking with the overload of sensations so soon after his orgasm. He found his voice in a string of curses and moans as Yamapi began thrusting the plastic sex toy slowly in and out, hitting his prostate with every thrust; his mouth descending to take in as much of Shige’s cock as he could without choking. The waves of pleasure coursed through Shige as he tried simultaneously to thrust into the welcoming mouth, and press back onto the vibrator. Just when he felt himself about to go over that edge, Yamapi pulled back, firmly gripping the base of Shige’s cock. He whimpered pitifully at the loss as Yamapi pulled the vibrator out as well.
Yamapi moved back to sit on top of his elegant glass-top coffee table, hands on Shige’s hips, pulling him along with him. One hand reached around to massage Shige’s supple ass as he tore the foil off a condom and rolled the rubber down his length, groaning at the attention finally paid to his long neglected erection. Tearing his hand away from his cock, Yamapi fisted Shige’s hair and pulled him down for a fierce kiss, guiding him to settle in his lap. Slowly Shige sank down onto his length, pulling away from the kiss to moan wantonly. They set a quick, rough pace, both wound up to the point of frustration. Having been so close to the edge just moments before, it took almost no time at all for Shige to come, decorating their chests with his release. Yamapi growled, pulling out and flipping their positions, bending Shige over the smooth, cold surface as he thrust viciously into the tight hole, eagerly seeking his own orgasm. Moments later he came, gasping Shige’s name as he continued to thrust, riding the waves of his orgasm.
Pulling out, Yamapi tiredly removed the condom and tossed it into the waste basket under his end-table. He collapsed back into the couch sated and content. Reaching out an arm he tugged at Shige’s leg until he moved to join him. Wrapped his arms around Shige’s waste and settling down for a much needed nap, he smiled tiredly and pecked Shige on the lips before snuggling closer.
“Hey, Shige.”
“Hmm?”
“Why don’t you tell me about those dreams Koyama mentioned, maybe I can help.” Yamapi yawned.
Shige snorted, “You just did.”
“Maybe I can help more.”
Shige smiled as he closed his eyes, letting the sleepily whispered words lull him into a fitful sleep.
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa/Kato Shigeaki
Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Rimming, oral sex, facial, sex toys, sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own them or the song the title was taken from
Summary: Shige's been having dreams about Yamapi that lead him into some very awkward situations.
A/N: This was written for a prompt on the Bunny meme: Shige is mortified when Yamapi runs into him at a sex toy store. I had started it ages ago but got distracted and had a boat load of school work so I just finished it. Whoever requested this, I hope you actually get to read it.
Shige browsed the display along the side wall; thanking every deity he could think of that there weren't a lot of people in the store at two in the morning. Sure he had X-rated talks with his guy friends, he was quite comfortable with his sexuality, and he knew there was nothing he should be embarrassed about because everyone needed a little bit of extra loving every now and then. Still there was something inherently awkward about being in a sex boutique.
It might have been the shady looking man running the register, who had eyed him with a sleazy smile when he walked in. Or, maybe it was the couple he passed in the BDSM aisle, the girl didn't even look like she was legal yet. It certainly didn’t help that all the rest of the customers were desperate looking, middle-aged salary men. Whatever the source of the atmosphere, Shige had never in his life felt more embarrassed than he did at that very moment, standing before the selection of brightly colored vibrators and dildos. Although, that might have been due to the reason he was planning on buying one in the first place.
He had been having erotic dreams about his leader for nearly a month now. At first he just tried to ignore them; brushing it off as simply being sex deprived for a fairly long time. He could hardly deny that Yamapi was a very attractive man, and he’d certainly thought about what it would be like to be intimate with him before; it had just never been quite so intense.
After a week of waking up achingly hard after dreaming about running his hands over Yamapi’s firm, broad shoulders as the muscles contracted with the effort of holding himself above Shige as he lazily thrust in and out of him, Shige had accepted that it might be a bit more than his body needing release and his mind latching on to the image of Yamapi’s abs. That’s when it started carrying over into his waking hours. Whenever there were dance rehearsals, or photo-shoots, and Yamapi felt it needless to wear a shirt, Shige would find his blood quickly flooding south; leaving him to make hasty excuses to run off to the bathroom, where his hand could help him out.
Two weeks of dreams and a quick hand job every other day wasn’t enough the satiate his uncooperative body. After one particularly stressful day of dance rehearsal, in which they had sweat so much Yamapi had ditched his shirt before they were even half way through, he’d bought a new bottle of lube, to replace the mostly empty one that had gone unused for so long, and hurried home. Once he got home, Shige couldn’t even wait long enough to make it to his bed; far too worked up from the vision of Yamapi’s strong back in front of him, and his taut abdomen in the mirrors as he danced. Shige had spread himself across his couch and, soon enough, his fingers were reacquainted with his prostate, making him come far more quickly than any of the preceding hand jobs had.
Three weeks in and even the fingering was beginning to feel like it wouldn’t be enough. Frustrated beyond belief, Shige had swallowed his pride and devised an elusive way to ask Koyama about it without having to divulge the object of his desires. It was that, not entirely sober conversation that had led him where he was now: the slightly sketchy sex boutique about halfway between the jimusho and his apartment. Koyama’s advice: buy a sex toy to make things more interesting; if the orgasm is more intense he might not be so needy. Shige wasn’t all that certain if Koyama was aware that he was having dreams about someone he couldn’t actually have sex with; even if he could just walk up to Yamapi and say “Yamashita-kun, I’d like you to fuck me into your mattress, please,” Shige wouldn’t be interested in cat ears anyway, that wasn’t really his thing. None the less, he figured there was some merit to the suggestion; some things he could use by himself.
Browsing the shelves, Shige decided to go with the most practical and least complicated looking of the options; a larger-medium sized red vibrator. Ducking his head, he hastily headed towards the cash register. Past the couple in the BDSM aisle, past the salary man looking at the latest issue of "Ass-Man," and the front of the store was in sight. Before Shige could make it the register, he collided with someone turning the corner from an aisle and went sprawling on the floor. The vibrator clattered on the cold tile beside him as Shige hurried to apologize.
Glancing up at the person he had run into he froze, eyes wide in horror, "Ya-Yamashita-kun!"
"Eh! Shige," Yamapi reached down to pull Shige to his feet, "I never thought I'd run into you here; it's not exactly near your place."
"Err, yeah, I...I've got to go!" Shige quickly rushed out the door, planning to pretend that the encounter never happened.
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Shige was on edge when News had to meet for dance rehearsals. The awkward feelings from the chance encounter the other day made it hard for him to even be in the same room as Yamapi, and he had yet to be able to look him in the eye. He had spent the better part of the morning attempting to keep as many people between Yamapi and himself as he possibly could. Something that would have been infinitely less difficult if it weren't for the fact that Yamapi seemed determined to try to talk to him whenever they had a free moment. When they broke for lunch he tried to high-tail it out of there as quickly as possible without raising any suspicion in the other members. He was half way out the door when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, Shige, can I talk to you in private for a minute?” Of course it had to be Yamapi.
“Uh, sure, yeah.”
He followed Yamapi down the hallway to their dressing room, praying the entire way that this wouldn’t be an entirely embarrassing conversation. Once in the dressing room with the door closed Shige stood there awkwardly watching Yamapi walk to his bag and pull out something in a black plastic bag before walking back to where Shige stood and holding it out for him to take. Accepting the bag hesitantly he observed Yamapi rub the back of his neck embarrassedly. Opening the bag he glanced in, only to drop it in shock.
“You dropped it the other day when we ran into each other. You were in such a rush that you didn’t buy it so I got it for you since I was there.”
Shige groaned, stooping to pick up the bag with the red vibrator hidden inside. “I…err...thank you but, you, uh, really didn’t have to…”
“Ah well, I figured if you were there to get it then you probably wanted to use it and, knowing you, would have been too embarrassed to go back for it.” Yamapi explained. Shige wished that he didn’t seem so easy going about the whole situation; it just made Shige’s own awkwardness even more noticeable. Just as he was opening his mouth to reply the door opened behind him and Koyama’s head came peeking through.
“Did you guys get to finish your conversation? Ryo-chan’s getting impatient and…” Ryo pushed passed Koyama, rolling his eyes and complaining about needing a nap.
A smirk grew on his face as he caught sight of the nondescript bag that Shige was clutching, “Really Pi, you’re wooing him with porn? That’s not what I thought you had in mind when you said you had it under control. You should have just let me say something, then I could have at least seen the look on his face.”
“Ryo-chan.” Yamapi admonished as Shige looked between the two, trying to wrap his mind around Ryo’s words.
“Oh don’t look so confused Shige, you’re not some virginal girl or something!”
To Shige’s great horror Koyama looked absolutely delighted about the situation, “This is great, isn’t it Shige? Now you won’t have to worry about those dreams you’ve been having, right?”
He felt like he could have died of embarrassment.
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He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d ended upon a date with Yamapi, but Shige figured it had something to do with Koyama babbling about member love and Ryo saying that he needed to get laid. He certainly couldn’t argue with them without lying, and Yamapi didn’t seem entirely opposed to the idea either. So here he was sitting in Yamapi’s living room, trying to ignore the smell of smoke coming from the kitchen. Once he heard the crashing it became too hard a thing for him to ignore. Getting up and entering the kitchen he started at the sight of Yamapi glaring at the spaghetti that covered the wall.
“How did you manage that?” he questioned.
“I got distracted and let it boil too long I think.” Yamapi explained, “The pot exploded.”
Shige laughed, “We can always just eat instant ramen.”
Shige started to help clean the mess off the wall but stopped when he felt Yamapi wrap his arms around his waist.
“Leave it, Shige, we could always just skip dinner. Don’t you want to try out your present?”
Shige shuddered, the feel of Yamapi’s lips descending upon his neck sending little trills of pleasure along his spine. Gripping the arms that held him he loosened them enough to turn around and properly reciprocate the actions. Warm lips moved against slightly chapped ones as Shige wrapper his own arms around Yamapi’s neck, one hand buried in brown hair deepening the kiss. When Yamapi licked the seam of his lips Shige opened his mouth to the exploratory tongue immediately. Their tongues fought lazily, neither one caring much about establishing dominance, but neither one wanting to be fully submissive as well.
Groping to turn off the stove Yamapi slowly urged Shige back out to the living room, leaving the mess to be cleaned up later. As he walked backward, Shige pulled back for air, smiling a little bit shyly as he let Yamapi guide him where he wanted. He felt the soft edge of the couch against his calves before he was being gently pushed down onto the plush surface. Through lust clouded eyes, he watched as Yamapi moved away to retrieve the unlabeled bag and pull the toy from its cardboard and plastic prison. Yamapi smirked at Shige as he inserted the batteries into the device and advanced upon the couch once again, placing the vibe on the cushion as he leaned in for another kiss, this one more passionate than the last.
Shige moaned into the kiss, beginning to work on the buttons of Yamapi’s shirt as warm hands tugged at his belt and fly. In no time at all his pants and boxers were tossed unceremoniously to the side and Yamapi was knelling between his legs, one hand teasing his aching cock while the other was searching under the cushions for the lube. Leaning back, Shige spread his legs wider, allowing Yamapi better access to his most intimate parts.
A gasp escaped his lips at the first feel of something probing his entrance, only instead of the lube slick finger he was expecting he felt a warm, wet tongue circling the pucker. Hands threaded in dark brown locks in an attempt to press the warm mouth closer into him. As the textured tongue pushed inside, Shige moaned wantonly, only able to think about the sensations Yamapi’s tongue sent through his body. He could feel the tension that had become a constant coil within him over the past few weeks ease slightly. What his own fingers could not achieve over the course of a week only the faintest penetration of Yamapi’s tongue managed to do. He whimpered at the loss when Yamapi pulled away. The whimper quickly turned back into moans as the first finger slipped in to replace the tongue.
“More, Yamashita.” Shige begged. Weeks of dreaming about this very moment left him needy and demanding.
Yamapi smiled and kissed him, quick and dirty, “Say my name and I’ll do anything you want.”
Shige whined as the finger slowed its movements, “Tomo, more, please!”
Two fingers pressed in roughly, hooking to hit just the right spot that would turn Shige into a writhing, moaning mess. As the fingers moved Shige pressed down onto them even more, eagerly fucking himself on the long digits. Soon, a third finger joined the set, stretching Shige even more. Shige could feel the heat pooling in his abdomen as the fingers teased his prostate, bringing him teetering on the edge of satisfaction. His mind flashed visions of his erotic dreams and Shige shamelessly moaned, Yamapi’s fingers filling him so much better than his own had, as his orgasm washed over him; muscles constricting and body heating delightfully. As his mind drifted back from the euphoric emotions he gazed down at Yamapi, gasping at the sight of the older man, come splattered across his face, sticking in the wisps of hair that fell into his eyes.
Yamapi rose up to kiss Shige sweetly on the lips as his fingers pulled out, “You didn’t even let me play with your new toy.”
Shige groaned at the husky, deepened quality of Yamapi’s voice, feeling his cock twitch slightly in excitement, despite having just come. Yamapi placed tender kisses across Shige’s face; moving up the path of a cheekbone, smoothing over his forehead, and back down the other cheek until he could claim the full lips once more in a languid kiss. Teasingly he licked a path down Shige’s neck until he could nibble and suckle at a clavicle. Leaning his head back to better expose the expanse of skin, Shige sank into the lush cushions, allowing Yamapi to shower his body with teasing kisses and loving touches.
A hand fleetingly brushing along his half erect penis made Shige snap his head back up. Yamapi lazily pumped his cock, bringing him back to a full erection, as he trailed feather light kisses down Shige’s chest and abdomen. He nuzzled along the length of hard flesh to place a gentle kiss to the engorged head. He then ran his tongue down the thick vein before tracing patterns along the heated organ. Taking the head into his mouth, Yamapi circled his tongue over the tip and sucked lightly, teasing. As Shige moaned, trying to thrust deeper into the warm orifice, Yamapi ran his palms up his firm thighs to grip his hips, holding them down against the couch. Shige whined as Yamapi continued to tease his cock, taking him in deeper only to draw back to just the tip once more. He hardly noticed one of Yamapi’s hands leaving his hips, so caught up in the tortures of that decadent mouth, until he felt something solid pressing into his loosened hole.
When Yamapi turned on the vibrator Shige silently screamed, his body shaking with the overload of sensations so soon after his orgasm. He found his voice in a string of curses and moans as Yamapi began thrusting the plastic sex toy slowly in and out, hitting his prostate with every thrust; his mouth descending to take in as much of Shige’s cock as he could without choking. The waves of pleasure coursed through Shige as he tried simultaneously to thrust into the welcoming mouth, and press back onto the vibrator. Just when he felt himself about to go over that edge, Yamapi pulled back, firmly gripping the base of Shige’s cock. He whimpered pitifully at the loss as Yamapi pulled the vibrator out as well.
Yamapi moved back to sit on top of his elegant glass-top coffee table, hands on Shige’s hips, pulling him along with him. One hand reached around to massage Shige’s supple ass as he tore the foil off a condom and rolled the rubber down his length, groaning at the attention finally paid to his long neglected erection. Tearing his hand away from his cock, Yamapi fisted Shige’s hair and pulled him down for a fierce kiss, guiding him to settle in his lap. Slowly Shige sank down onto his length, pulling away from the kiss to moan wantonly. They set a quick, rough pace, both wound up to the point of frustration. Having been so close to the edge just moments before, it took almost no time at all for Shige to come, decorating their chests with his release. Yamapi growled, pulling out and flipping their positions, bending Shige over the smooth, cold surface as he thrust viciously into the tight hole, eagerly seeking his own orgasm. Moments later he came, gasping Shige’s name as he continued to thrust, riding the waves of his orgasm.
Pulling out, Yamapi tiredly removed the condom and tossed it into the waste basket under his end-table. He collapsed back into the couch sated and content. Reaching out an arm he tugged at Shige’s leg until he moved to join him. Wrapped his arms around Shige’s waste and settling down for a much needed nap, he smiled tiredly and pecked Shige on the lips before snuggling closer.
“Hey, Shige.”
“Hmm?”
“Why don’t you tell me about those dreams Koyama mentioned, maybe I can help.” Yamapi yawned.
Shige snorted, “You just did.”
“Maybe I can help more.”
Shige smiled as he closed his eyes, letting the sleepily whispered words lull him into a fitful sleep.