fic; punishment
Title: Punishment
Pairing: RyoShige
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ryo decides Shige needs to be taught a lesson about stripping on national television.
Author’s Note: Because Shige’s stripping deserves a fic.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Tegoshi commented with amusement as he led the way back to NewS’ dressing room after filming Shounen Club.
Shige looked mildly embarrassed. “Yeah, well.” He coughed and glanced at Ryo who hadn’t said anything about his unexpected stripping during the Junior Battle. “I thought the fans would enjoy it.”
Yamapi laughed. “I’m sure they did,” he said, patting Shige’s shoulder as he walked past to grab his things off the couch.
“Shige’s been working out, haven’t you?” Massu said, smiling. “It’s showing.”
Shige nodded, feeling more embarrassed with the attention from the other members. “Y-Yeah, a little bit,” he admitted.
“You look great, Shige!” Koyama exclaimed brightly.
“Watch it Koyama,” Ryo warned, glaring in his direction, but Koyama grinned and Ryo rolled his eyes, turning away to put his things together.
“Ne, Ryo-chan, want to go grab some dinner?” Yamapi asked.
Ryo slung his bag over his shoulder and shook his head. “No, I’m just going to head home.”
Yamapi shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said and turned to ask Tegoshi instead, the younger boy readily accepting without a second thought and Koyama and Massu soon joined them and the four headed out together.
Ryo leaned against the wall by the door watching as Shige shoved some books into his bag. He looked up and gave Ryo an apologetic look for taking so long, but Ryo just shook his head and said, “Let’s go.”
Shige smiled and followed Ryo out the room, shutting the light off as they went. The ride back to their apartment was quiet, and Shige felt oddly uncomfortable as Ryo wasn’t saying a thing. He wondered if it had something to do with the game and stripping because Ryo hadn’t commented about that at all, which was strange because Shige was sure Ryo would have been angry in his slightly-adorable-yet-irritatingly-protective-way about it, but it seemed as though Ryo didn’t care. Shige wasn’t sure whether he should be depressed or relieved about Ryo’s reaction, or lack thereof.
He wasn’t sure what to say or do when they walked into the apartment and Ryo asked if he wanted anything to drink, dumping his bag on the table and shrugging out of his coat which he carelessly threw over a chair on the way to the kitchen. It was so normal, so Ryo, that it made Shige even more nervous than he had been before. Ryo turned back to look at him, raising a brow questioningly, and Shige responded with a quiet “sure,” and Ryo asked if coffee was alright. Shige agreed and as Ryo started clattering around in the kitchen, he went and grabbed Ryo’s coat off the chair and put it along with his own into the hall closet.
Shige settled on the couch, feet curled beneath him and a law book nested upon his lap, flipping through the pages with one hand as the other pulled a notebook out from his bag and uncapped a yellow highlighter. He was through a couple of pages when Ryo walked over and handed him a mug of coffee, Shige smiled appreciatively, and sat down beside him, propping his feet up upon the coffee table in front of him, grabbing a magazine off the floor and flipping idly through it.
Shige tried to concentrate on his reading, but with Ryo sitting right beside him, all calm and apparently unperturbed about the whole stripping issue, he found he really couldn’t. But because Ryo was so nonchalant about it, maybe Shige should be too, just forget about and not deal with it, put it in the back of his mind. It wasn’t as if he’d done anything horrible; he’d just taken off his shirt. It was for the fans and they had obviously gotten a thrill out of it, so no harm done, right? What did it matter if Ryo had anything, or nothing in this case, to say about it?
Shige nodded to himself firmly, deciding he’d go with that thought. If Ryo had a problem with him stripping, he would have said so much earlier. His lack of a reaction obviously meant he didn’t care and so Shige was fine with not caring either.
He set his coffee mug onto the table and returned to reading his homework, softly tapping his highlighter against the edge of the book every once in awhile, not noticing how Ryo slowly started to tense with the noise.
“That’s it!” Ryo suddenly exclaimed, throwing the magazine to the floor and setting his cup of coffee onto the table so fast it spilled over the top and stained the shaggy vanilla carpet.
Shige paused in turning a page of his book and looked up at Ryo who had gotten to his feet and was glaring down in his direction. He raised a brow and said, “Yes?”
“What the hell were you thinking?” Ryo demanded.
Shige blinked. “About what?”
Ryo stared at him in a way that clearly made it obvious Shige should know what he meant. He threw up his hands in the air and said mockingly, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe about how you fucking stripped on Shounen Club today?”
Shige let out a short breath, suddenly feeling as if the world had finally tilted back into place. He should have known Ryo couldn’t have been okay with it. “Well, it’s not like it’s a big deal, is it? I mean, I just took off my shirt, that’s all,” Shige replied easily, looking back down at his book as though this conversation was totally not worth his time.
Ryo gaped. “Not a big deal? You stripped on Shounen Club!”
Shige rolled his eyes and pinned Ryo with a cool glare. “As if you haven’t taken your shirt off before, Ryo,” he said. “What’s the problem? Just giving the fans something to look at.”
When Ryo didn’t say anything in response, Shige added, “Besides, why’re you suddenly all angry about this? You didn’t even stop me when I was up there, so I doubt you really care.”
That proved to be the wrong thing to say, as Ryo suddenly grabbed Shige by the elbow and pulled him to his feet, his law book and notes falling with a thud to the floor. Ryo wrapped an arm around Shige’s waist and leaned close, breath hot against Shige’s neck.
“R-Ryo, what-” Shige started, trying to shove Ryo away, but the older man’s grip was far too tight.
“Don’t ever think I don’t care,” Ryo hissed into his ear and sent shivers down Shige’s spine. “Do you really think I’d just let anyone look at you like that?” He trailed his lips along Shige’s neck before biting down against the skin.
Shige gasped but tried again to push Ryo away. “S-Stop it, Ryo. I-I have work to do, not now!”
But Ryo didn’t pay him any attention and Shige was starting to lose focus as Ryo’s hand traced up his sides, fingers warm and enticing.
“R-Ryo!” Shige muttered.
“You were so eager to get out of your clothes before,” Ryo replied huskily. “Why not now?”
“B-Because I have w-work to-fuck, dammit, Ryo!”
Ryo pulled away from Shige’s neck and gave him a look that clearly said he wanted nothing more than for Shige to shut up. Shige opened his mouth to retort, but before he could say anything, Ryo had closed the space between them and kissed him hard, slipping his tongue past Shige’s already parted lips. Shige moaned instinctively and clutched at Ryo’s arms, fingers digging into his elbows.
“W-Will you stop?” Shige gasped out when Ryo broke the kiss and trailed kisses along his jaw.
“No,” Ryo responded simply, glancing up at Shige through lust-filled eyes and added, “This is your punishment.”
“But I didn’t do anything!” Shige insisted and held back a moan as Ryo’s fingers grazed deftly over his stomach and up to his chest, teasing at taut nipples.
“Like fucking hell you didn’t,” Ryo growled and with a sharp movement shoved Shige onto the couch and climbed over him.
Shige pushed against Ryo’s shoulder and ignored Ryo’s glare. “So what, it’s suddenly a crime to take off my shirt for the fans?” he demanded irritably. He knew Ryo would be angry about it, but this was too much. It’s not as if Ryo had never done this before, why was it suddenly a big deal once he did it?
Ryo’s glare intensified but he didn’t say anything, so Shige continued.
“If you can have shirtless photoshoots without batting an eye, why can’t I get away with taking off my shirt?” Shige questioned but when Ryo didn’t reply again Shige sighed. “You’re so insufferable. Get off me.”
“No,” Ryo replied instantly and slowly rolled his hips down and smirked in satisfaction when Shige bit back a moan. “See? You obviously want this too,” he taunted, leaning forward and brushing his lips against Shige’s throat. “You want me to punish you, don’t you?”
Shige growled. “I-I’m not that fucking masochistic.”
Ryo lifted his head to look at him, eyes sparkling. “Oh, really?”
“Fuck you,” he snapped, glowering. “Get off.”
The glint in Ryo’s gaze disappeared and he matched Shige’s glower with one of his own. “No,” he said again. “You, stripping on stage, in public, where any-fucking-body could see you, without so much as a fucking second thought.” Ryo bit Shige’s collarbone and Shige, having been too caught up in Ryo’s words, couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped his throat.
He felt Ryo’s lips curve into a smirk against his skin and wanted very much to say something, anything, to wipe it off, but found thinking much too complicated as Ryo rolled his hips down again and again, and Shige couldn’t help but hook a leg around Ryo’s hip and grind up against him roughly.
Ryo groaned with pleasure and responded just as eagerly. He looked down at Shige and said, voice smug and laced with amusement. “What, now you want it?”
Shige grabbed Ryo by the hair and pulled, Ryo yelped in surprise, and their lips met in a rough kiss, Shige shoving his tongue into Ryo’s mouth hungrily. Ryo grunted and pulled back, looking dazed.
“Shut. The fuck. Up,” Shige snapped. “Just-god-get on with it.”
Ryo grinned and asked, “Are you letting me punish you?”
“If it’ll get you to stop talking, then yes, I’m-” His words were cut off as Ryo kissed him and reached for the hem of his shirt, sliding it up to his shoulders and moved back just long enough to get it over Shige’s head and onto the floor.
Ryo captured Shige’s smouth again and ran his hands along Shige’s chest as Shige clawed at the buttons on Ryo’s shirt and when he was unable to properly get them undone, opted for tugging so hard the buttons snapped off. Ryo growled and pulled away, staring down at his ripped shirt.
“What the fuck, Shige?” he hissed, but Shige only slid the shirt off his shoulders and bit down against a spot on Ryo’s shoulder that always made Ryo moan out his name in pleasure.
And Ryo forgot about his shirt as Shige demanded for him to get on with it, dammit, before I do it myself and reached for Shige’s jeans, quickly undoing the buckle and zipper, and shifting slightly to slide them off along with his boxers. When Ryo moved to press their lips together, Shige frowed and tugged on the hem of Ryo’s pants disapprovingly.
“You’re still dressed,” he complained.
“Fine, fine, grab the lube,” Ryo replied impatiently and got to his feet to take off his remaining clothes, stumbling a bit in his haste and cursing when the zipper got caught. He turned back to see find that Shige had grabbed the lube from where it’d been conveniently hidden between the couch cushions and was prepping himself; eyes closed and head thrown back, soft whimpers escaping his throat as he curled his fingers inside himself.
Ryo stared, mesmerized, and found he couldn’t do anything but watch, taking in probably one of the hottest sights of his life. But when Shige glanced at him, locking their gazes together, bit his lip and moaned, “Ryo,” did Ryo finally regain control of his brain.
He positioned himself over Shige, brought his hand down to meet Shige’s and kissed him slowly, tenderly on the lips. He pulled back and breathed, “No one else can ever see you like this.”
Shige groaned as Ryo brushed his fingers away and pushed in his own, stroking them gently inside and said, “This is mine, don’t fucking dare show it off like some-”
But Shige leaned forward just enough to press their mouths together, effectively shutting Ryo up. “God, just st-stop talking,” he snapped a moment later, thrusting his hips down onto Ryo’s fingers, and gave him a desperate look that made Ryo forget what he’d been saying.
Ryo pulled his fingers out and simultaneously pushed into Shige, groaning from the aching tightness and the overwhelming heat that shot up his spine. Shige cried out from the burn and wrapped an arm around Ryo’s back tightly. They stayed like that for a moment, absorbing the sensations and feeling it radiate within their bodies. And then Shige whimpered and breathed, “Ryo,” urgent, pleading, and that was all Ryo needed to slowly move into Shige, setting a steady rhythm of thrusts and moans, of pleasure and perfection.
Shige gasped and dug his nails into Ryo’s skin as Ryo reached around his leg to wrap his hand around Shige’s erection, stroking in time with his increasing thrusts. Ryo gripped Shige’s hip painfully and rocked his hips faster, harder, more, more as the demands rolled off Shige’s tongue in deep throaty moans.
Shige leaned up to catch Ryo’s lips in a bruising kiss, angling down against Ryo’s cock as he felt his stomach coil with heat and desperation, felt his toes curl into the armrest of the couch and Ryo’s fingers brush ever-so-delicately over the tip of his cock, teasing, because Ryo enjoyed doing that. Shige reached a hand down to wrap over Ryo’s, to encourage him because he could feel it close now, just that sliver of a moment from the edge.
Ryo shoved into him hard and hit that spot inside just right, his hand tight around Shige’s cock and tugging fast. That was all Shige needed to break the kiss and scream, his body taut against Ryo’s and nails pressed deep against his skin, rolling his hips down against Ryo to ride out his orgasm as it spilled over their clasped hands; hot, sticky, yet oh-so-magical. And Ryo was just after him, his thrusts turned wild and powerful, chasing towards his release, feeling it bubble in his body before exploding magnificently with a deep guttural cry that left him shaking and breathless and dropping soft kisses onto Shige’s collarbone.
They leaned against each other, breaths falling onto their heated skin, slowly coming down from their high. Ryo shifted and pulled out from between Shige’s legs and leaned forward to press a small kiss onto Shige’s forehead. Shige sighed and rested his head back against the couch, uneager to move just yet, but Ryo whispered in his ear, “Do you think that’s all the punishment you’re getting?”
He tugged on Shige’s arm, coaxing him towards the bedroom, and Shige groaned irritably but Ryo knew he wasn’t really angry when he kissed his lips and Shige responded just as eagerly. Shige guided Ryo towards the bed and shoved him down, Ryo looking somewhere between surprised and excited, and crawled on top of him with a grin.
Shige leaned close, just barely ghosting his lips across Ryo’s and smirked when Ryo shivered, sucking in a breath, as he trailed a finger slowly along the inside of his thigh.
“I think maybe this time, I should punish you.”
end.
Pairing: RyoShige
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ryo decides Shige needs to be taught a lesson about stripping on national television.
Author’s Note: Because Shige’s stripping deserves a fic.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Tegoshi commented with amusement as he led the way back to NewS’ dressing room after filming Shounen Club.
Shige looked mildly embarrassed. “Yeah, well.” He coughed and glanced at Ryo who hadn’t said anything about his unexpected stripping during the Junior Battle. “I thought the fans would enjoy it.”
Yamapi laughed. “I’m sure they did,” he said, patting Shige’s shoulder as he walked past to grab his things off the couch.
“Shige’s been working out, haven’t you?” Massu said, smiling. “It’s showing.”
Shige nodded, feeling more embarrassed with the attention from the other members. “Y-Yeah, a little bit,” he admitted.
“You look great, Shige!” Koyama exclaimed brightly.
“Watch it Koyama,” Ryo warned, glaring in his direction, but Koyama grinned and Ryo rolled his eyes, turning away to put his things together.
“Ne, Ryo-chan, want to go grab some dinner?” Yamapi asked.
Ryo slung his bag over his shoulder and shook his head. “No, I’m just going to head home.”
Yamapi shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said and turned to ask Tegoshi instead, the younger boy readily accepting without a second thought and Koyama and Massu soon joined them and the four headed out together.
Ryo leaned against the wall by the door watching as Shige shoved some books into his bag. He looked up and gave Ryo an apologetic look for taking so long, but Ryo just shook his head and said, “Let’s go.”
Shige smiled and followed Ryo out the room, shutting the light off as they went. The ride back to their apartment was quiet, and Shige felt oddly uncomfortable as Ryo wasn’t saying a thing. He wondered if it had something to do with the game and stripping because Ryo hadn’t commented about that at all, which was strange because Shige was sure Ryo would have been angry in his slightly-adorable-yet-irritatingly-protective-way about it, but it seemed as though Ryo didn’t care. Shige wasn’t sure whether he should be depressed or relieved about Ryo’s reaction, or lack thereof.
He wasn’t sure what to say or do when they walked into the apartment and Ryo asked if he wanted anything to drink, dumping his bag on the table and shrugging out of his coat which he carelessly threw over a chair on the way to the kitchen. It was so normal, so Ryo, that it made Shige even more nervous than he had been before. Ryo turned back to look at him, raising a brow questioningly, and Shige responded with a quiet “sure,” and Ryo asked if coffee was alright. Shige agreed and as Ryo started clattering around in the kitchen, he went and grabbed Ryo’s coat off the chair and put it along with his own into the hall closet.
Shige settled on the couch, feet curled beneath him and a law book nested upon his lap, flipping through the pages with one hand as the other pulled a notebook out from his bag and uncapped a yellow highlighter. He was through a couple of pages when Ryo walked over and handed him a mug of coffee, Shige smiled appreciatively, and sat down beside him, propping his feet up upon the coffee table in front of him, grabbing a magazine off the floor and flipping idly through it.
Shige tried to concentrate on his reading, but with Ryo sitting right beside him, all calm and apparently unperturbed about the whole stripping issue, he found he really couldn’t. But because Ryo was so nonchalant about it, maybe Shige should be too, just forget about and not deal with it, put it in the back of his mind. It wasn’t as if he’d done anything horrible; he’d just taken off his shirt. It was for the fans and they had obviously gotten a thrill out of it, so no harm done, right? What did it matter if Ryo had anything, or nothing in this case, to say about it?
Shige nodded to himself firmly, deciding he’d go with that thought. If Ryo had a problem with him stripping, he would have said so much earlier. His lack of a reaction obviously meant he didn’t care and so Shige was fine with not caring either.
He set his coffee mug onto the table and returned to reading his homework, softly tapping his highlighter against the edge of the book every once in awhile, not noticing how Ryo slowly started to tense with the noise.
“That’s it!” Ryo suddenly exclaimed, throwing the magazine to the floor and setting his cup of coffee onto the table so fast it spilled over the top and stained the shaggy vanilla carpet.
Shige paused in turning a page of his book and looked up at Ryo who had gotten to his feet and was glaring down in his direction. He raised a brow and said, “Yes?”
“What the hell were you thinking?” Ryo demanded.
Shige blinked. “About what?”
Ryo stared at him in a way that clearly made it obvious Shige should know what he meant. He threw up his hands in the air and said mockingly, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe about how you fucking stripped on Shounen Club today?”
Shige let out a short breath, suddenly feeling as if the world had finally tilted back into place. He should have known Ryo couldn’t have been okay with it. “Well, it’s not like it’s a big deal, is it? I mean, I just took off my shirt, that’s all,” Shige replied easily, looking back down at his book as though this conversation was totally not worth his time.
Ryo gaped. “Not a big deal? You stripped on Shounen Club!”
Shige rolled his eyes and pinned Ryo with a cool glare. “As if you haven’t taken your shirt off before, Ryo,” he said. “What’s the problem? Just giving the fans something to look at.”
When Ryo didn’t say anything in response, Shige added, “Besides, why’re you suddenly all angry about this? You didn’t even stop me when I was up there, so I doubt you really care.”
That proved to be the wrong thing to say, as Ryo suddenly grabbed Shige by the elbow and pulled him to his feet, his law book and notes falling with a thud to the floor. Ryo wrapped an arm around Shige’s waist and leaned close, breath hot against Shige’s neck.
“R-Ryo, what-” Shige started, trying to shove Ryo away, but the older man’s grip was far too tight.
“Don’t ever think I don’t care,” Ryo hissed into his ear and sent shivers down Shige’s spine. “Do you really think I’d just let anyone look at you like that?” He trailed his lips along Shige’s neck before biting down against the skin.
Shige gasped but tried again to push Ryo away. “S-Stop it, Ryo. I-I have work to do, not now!”
But Ryo didn’t pay him any attention and Shige was starting to lose focus as Ryo’s hand traced up his sides, fingers warm and enticing.
“R-Ryo!” Shige muttered.
“You were so eager to get out of your clothes before,” Ryo replied huskily. “Why not now?”
“B-Because I have w-work to-fuck, dammit, Ryo!”
Ryo pulled away from Shige’s neck and gave him a look that clearly said he wanted nothing more than for Shige to shut up. Shige opened his mouth to retort, but before he could say anything, Ryo had closed the space between them and kissed him hard, slipping his tongue past Shige’s already parted lips. Shige moaned instinctively and clutched at Ryo’s arms, fingers digging into his elbows.
“W-Will you stop?” Shige gasped out when Ryo broke the kiss and trailed kisses along his jaw.
“No,” Ryo responded simply, glancing up at Shige through lust-filled eyes and added, “This is your punishment.”
“But I didn’t do anything!” Shige insisted and held back a moan as Ryo’s fingers grazed deftly over his stomach and up to his chest, teasing at taut nipples.
“Like fucking hell you didn’t,” Ryo growled and with a sharp movement shoved Shige onto the couch and climbed over him.
Shige pushed against Ryo’s shoulder and ignored Ryo’s glare. “So what, it’s suddenly a crime to take off my shirt for the fans?” he demanded irritably. He knew Ryo would be angry about it, but this was too much. It’s not as if Ryo had never done this before, why was it suddenly a big deal once he did it?
Ryo’s glare intensified but he didn’t say anything, so Shige continued.
“If you can have shirtless photoshoots without batting an eye, why can’t I get away with taking off my shirt?” Shige questioned but when Ryo didn’t reply again Shige sighed. “You’re so insufferable. Get off me.”
“No,” Ryo replied instantly and slowly rolled his hips down and smirked in satisfaction when Shige bit back a moan. “See? You obviously want this too,” he taunted, leaning forward and brushing his lips against Shige’s throat. “You want me to punish you, don’t you?”
Shige growled. “I-I’m not that fucking masochistic.”
Ryo lifted his head to look at him, eyes sparkling. “Oh, really?”
“Fuck you,” he snapped, glowering. “Get off.”
The glint in Ryo’s gaze disappeared and he matched Shige’s glower with one of his own. “No,” he said again. “You, stripping on stage, in public, where any-fucking-body could see you, without so much as a fucking second thought.” Ryo bit Shige’s collarbone and Shige, having been too caught up in Ryo’s words, couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped his throat.
He felt Ryo’s lips curve into a smirk against his skin and wanted very much to say something, anything, to wipe it off, but found thinking much too complicated as Ryo rolled his hips down again and again, and Shige couldn’t help but hook a leg around Ryo’s hip and grind up against him roughly.
Ryo groaned with pleasure and responded just as eagerly. He looked down at Shige and said, voice smug and laced with amusement. “What, now you want it?”
Shige grabbed Ryo by the hair and pulled, Ryo yelped in surprise, and their lips met in a rough kiss, Shige shoving his tongue into Ryo’s mouth hungrily. Ryo grunted and pulled back, looking dazed.
“Shut. The fuck. Up,” Shige snapped. “Just-god-get on with it.”
Ryo grinned and asked, “Are you letting me punish you?”
“If it’ll get you to stop talking, then yes, I’m-” His words were cut off as Ryo kissed him and reached for the hem of his shirt, sliding it up to his shoulders and moved back just long enough to get it over Shige’s head and onto the floor.
Ryo captured Shige’s smouth again and ran his hands along Shige’s chest as Shige clawed at the buttons on Ryo’s shirt and when he was unable to properly get them undone, opted for tugging so hard the buttons snapped off. Ryo growled and pulled away, staring down at his ripped shirt.
“What the fuck, Shige?” he hissed, but Shige only slid the shirt off his shoulders and bit down against a spot on Ryo’s shoulder that always made Ryo moan out his name in pleasure.
And Ryo forgot about his shirt as Shige demanded for him to get on with it, dammit, before I do it myself and reached for Shige’s jeans, quickly undoing the buckle and zipper, and shifting slightly to slide them off along with his boxers. When Ryo moved to press their lips together, Shige frowed and tugged on the hem of Ryo’s pants disapprovingly.
“You’re still dressed,” he complained.
“Fine, fine, grab the lube,” Ryo replied impatiently and got to his feet to take off his remaining clothes, stumbling a bit in his haste and cursing when the zipper got caught. He turned back to see find that Shige had grabbed the lube from where it’d been conveniently hidden between the couch cushions and was prepping himself; eyes closed and head thrown back, soft whimpers escaping his throat as he curled his fingers inside himself.
Ryo stared, mesmerized, and found he couldn’t do anything but watch, taking in probably one of the hottest sights of his life. But when Shige glanced at him, locking their gazes together, bit his lip and moaned, “Ryo,” did Ryo finally regain control of his brain.
He positioned himself over Shige, brought his hand down to meet Shige’s and kissed him slowly, tenderly on the lips. He pulled back and breathed, “No one else can ever see you like this.”
Shige groaned as Ryo brushed his fingers away and pushed in his own, stroking them gently inside and said, “This is mine, don’t fucking dare show it off like some-”
But Shige leaned forward just enough to press their mouths together, effectively shutting Ryo up. “God, just st-stop talking,” he snapped a moment later, thrusting his hips down onto Ryo’s fingers, and gave him a desperate look that made Ryo forget what he’d been saying.
Ryo pulled his fingers out and simultaneously pushed into Shige, groaning from the aching tightness and the overwhelming heat that shot up his spine. Shige cried out from the burn and wrapped an arm around Ryo’s back tightly. They stayed like that for a moment, absorbing the sensations and feeling it radiate within their bodies. And then Shige whimpered and breathed, “Ryo,” urgent, pleading, and that was all Ryo needed to slowly move into Shige, setting a steady rhythm of thrusts and moans, of pleasure and perfection.
Shige gasped and dug his nails into Ryo’s skin as Ryo reached around his leg to wrap his hand around Shige’s erection, stroking in time with his increasing thrusts. Ryo gripped Shige’s hip painfully and rocked his hips faster, harder, more, more as the demands rolled off Shige’s tongue in deep throaty moans.
Shige leaned up to catch Ryo’s lips in a bruising kiss, angling down against Ryo’s cock as he felt his stomach coil with heat and desperation, felt his toes curl into the armrest of the couch and Ryo’s fingers brush ever-so-delicately over the tip of his cock, teasing, because Ryo enjoyed doing that. Shige reached a hand down to wrap over Ryo’s, to encourage him because he could feel it close now, just that sliver of a moment from the edge.
Ryo shoved into him hard and hit that spot inside just right, his hand tight around Shige’s cock and tugging fast. That was all Shige needed to break the kiss and scream, his body taut against Ryo’s and nails pressed deep against his skin, rolling his hips down against Ryo to ride out his orgasm as it spilled over their clasped hands; hot, sticky, yet oh-so-magical. And Ryo was just after him, his thrusts turned wild and powerful, chasing towards his release, feeling it bubble in his body before exploding magnificently with a deep guttural cry that left him shaking and breathless and dropping soft kisses onto Shige’s collarbone.
They leaned against each other, breaths falling onto their heated skin, slowly coming down from their high. Ryo shifted and pulled out from between Shige’s legs and leaned forward to press a small kiss onto Shige’s forehead. Shige sighed and rested his head back against the couch, uneager to move just yet, but Ryo whispered in his ear, “Do you think that’s all the punishment you’re getting?”
He tugged on Shige’s arm, coaxing him towards the bedroom, and Shige groaned irritably but Ryo knew he wasn’t really angry when he kissed his lips and Shige responded just as eagerly. Shige guided Ryo towards the bed and shoved him down, Ryo looking somewhere between surprised and excited, and crawled on top of him with a grin.
Shige leaned close, just barely ghosting his lips across Ryo’s and smirked when Ryo shivered, sucking in a breath, as he trailed a finger slowly along the inside of his thigh.
“I think maybe this time, I should punish you.”
end.