fic; bedsmart
omg i totally forgot to repost this!! D: /fail
Title: Bedsmart
Pairings: Ryo/Ohkura, Ryo/Kame, Ryo/Shige, Ryo/Uchi
Rating: NC-17, some orgasm denial, restraining
Summary: Ryo gets a new bed.
Author's Note: 6591 words. For maayacola through je_fqfest 2012!! I was so excited to get you, Maia, and I had a lot of fun writing this!! All my love and thanks to Ri for the help and ideas, I couldn't have written this without you. T_T ♥
i.
“Thanks for helping me out, Ohkura,” Ryo says with a sigh, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.
Ohkura just shrugs as he flops onto the mattress he just helped Ryo lug up to his apartment. “No problem,” he says. “I was free anyway. And besides, now you owe me dinner.”
Ryo groans at the reminder. “Right,” he says, “but later.” He sinks onto the new sheets he’s put over his new bed and lets out a contented sigh. “Much later,” he amends, eyes closing.
“This is a really nice bed,” Ohkura says as he twists and turns to get comfortable, shoulder brushing against Ryo’s.
“Exactly why I bought it,” Ryo points out. “My old one was getting lumpy.”
“I don’t know,” Ohkura says and his voice sounds oddly faraway, deep in contemplation. Ryo peeks an eye open to look at him and almost screams in surprise to find his friend just a little too close and staring directly at him. “Something about it, though. It feels really good.”
Ryo wonders if Ohkura knocked his head on something while he wasn’t looking. “It’s a bed,” he says slowly. “It’s supposed to feel good.”
Ohkura makes a humming noise like he doesn’t quite believe Ryo, and continues to stare at him like it’s the first time he’s ever seen him. It’s incredibly disconcerting and Ryo waves a hand in front of his face and questions, “Hey, are you o--”
His rest of his words end up caught in Ohkura’s mouth as Ohkura grabs his hand and pulls him close, presses their lips together in a surprisingly fierce kiss. Ryo’s eyes instinctively widen and he’s quite positive his heart has just given out on him because what the fuck.
He shoves at Ohkura’s shoulder but Ohkura just kisses him harder, tongue peeking out to lick against the seam of Ryo’s lips until he can slip it inside and then there’s a soft, pleased moan that takes a moment for Ryo to realize it’s coming from him.
It seems like that’s all Ohkura needs as confirmation though to kiss him a little harder, slide his hand that’s still holding Ryo’s down his arm to his waist and drag his whole body closer until they’re pressed up against each other on this sides.
And even though Ryo’s starting to come to the realization that this doesn’t actually feel all that terrible he can’t help but push Ohkura away far enough to demand, “What are you doing?”
OHkura just licks his lips slowly and it’s actually rather obscene, that, and Ryo can’t look away, and the familiar pang of arousal hits him low in the belly. “Well,” Ohkura say slowly, and his eyes are right in mischief that Ryo knows all too well means nothing good for him. “I was just thinking that we should, you know, break in your new bed.”
Ryo gapes at him because really that makes absolutely no sense, but when Ohkura draws near again and closes the space between them in another kiss, he figures that maybe Ohkura is actually onto something, here.
So he kisses back without hesitation, lets Ohkura delve his tongue into his mouth and steal his breath. Ryo pushes Ohkura back down against the bed, follows by climbing atop him, knees on either sides of his hips. Ohkura’s hands fall to his waist and he slowly, oh-so-slowly rolls his hips in a circle and just that is enough to drive Ryo mad already. he groans into their kiss as his body instinctively reciprocates, and he can feel their growing arousals rubbing together deliciously through the thick fabric of their jeans.
Ohkura’s hands slide up under Ryo’s shirt, fingers slow-dancing across his abs and up his chest, and Ryo gasps against Ohkura’s lips, unable to help the soft sounds that fall from his mouth. It makes Ohkura smirk, he can feel it, and Ryo glowers down at him as he pulls back long enough to let Ohkura yank his shirt off over his head.
Ryo instantly reaches for Ohkura’s clothes next, swiftly removing him of his shirt and then going for the fastenings on his jeans. He slides away long enough to let Ohkura kick out of the rest of his clothing before Ohkura does the same to him and when they come together again, ohkura pulling Ryo back on top of him, it’s naked skin to naked skin.
Ryo feels a bit like someone’s turned the temperature up too high, body burning with heat and with pleasure. Ohkura’s breath feels hot against his lips as they kiss again, growing slowly more enthusiastic as Ryo reaches between them to wrap his hand around Ohkura’s cock. Ohkura groans as Ryo strokes him, rubs his thumb against the slit at the tip, and it makes Ryo grin smugly into his mouth.
That moment of superiority is short-lived, however, when Ohkura drags his hands from Ryo’s waist around his back to cup his ass and grind firmly up against him. And this time it’s a hundred times better yet a hundred times worse because there’s nothing between them to ease the gratification. Ryo tears away from the kiss to moan, much louder than he would ever like to admit, and it makes Ohkura chuckle, a bit. Ryo glares at him which doesn’t faze Ohkura in the slightest, and he merely pulls Ryo into another sensual roll of the hips.
“Oh god,” Ryo gasps and nearly jumps when he feels Ohkura slide a finger across his rim.
It’s really as blatant of a plea as it could be and Ryo’s glad for the push in direction because he doesn’t think he can last much more with this teasing. He yanks open the top drawer on the nightstand and grabs the necessities, tossing the small tube to Ohkura.
Ohkura coats his fingers with the substance and slips his hand between Ryo’s legs, slowly inches in one finger, then two, and Ryo groans as he feels his body opening up.
“More,” he demands and Ohkura complies without question, fitting in a third finger and crooking them inside. Ryo rocks his hips into the feeling, and nearly convulses when he finds the right angle, Ohkura’s fingers pressing right up against his prostate again and again.
Ohkura is staring up at him with something akin to amazement in his eyes, so Ryo puts on a bit of a show for him, riding his fingers like he would his cock and moaning loudly because fuck, he’s really close, now.
Ohkura seems to notice the same thing, slipping his hand away and ignoring Ryo’s immediate whine of protest that turns into a deep groan of pleasure as he replaces his fingers with his cock. Ryo’s eyes close and his head tilts backward, baring his throat that Ohkura instantly latches his lips to, as he feels every inch of Ohkura’s cock fill him and stretch him.
Hot puffs of air tickle Ryo’s neck, Ohkura catching his breath as he fits in all the way. His fingers clench almost painfully tight at Ryo’s hips and Ryo knows he’s waiting out until he’s sure Ryo is comfortable. But Ryo doesn’t need any of that, and he leans down to whisper, “Move,” into Ohkura’s ear.
That’s all it takes for Ohkura to do so, to slips out a bit and then rock his hips back up into Ryo and quickly setting a rhythm that has them both reeling toward orgasm.
“Don't make me do all the work,” Ohkura grumbles, fingers skating up Ryo’s chest to press firmly against the back of his neck and pull him down into a kiss. Ryo just groans in response, even though what he'd like to say is "Lazy bastard," but he rolls his hips to meet Ohkura’s deep thrusts anyway, and it’s not long before Ohkura is hitting that spot inside with every firm movement.
Not willing to drag this out longer than necessary, Ryo wraps a hand around his cock and strokes himself quickly, release so close he can taste it. When he comes it’s with a shout, losing his mind for a few frightening seconds as the feelings consume him. He barely registers Ohkura pulling his hips into his few last, hard thrusts before he comes, too, grunting into the crook of Ryo’s neck.
Ryo feels too exhausted to move but manages to at least slip off of Ohkura onto the bed, breathing out a heavy but contented sigh.
"So," Ohkura says after a moment, "what's for dinner?"
Ryo groans, turns away from Ohkura’s questioning gaze and mumbles, "Fuck. You."
Ohkura just laughs and replies lightly, "Well, maybe for dessert," and Ryo kicks him straight off the bed.
ii.
"Dragging your drunk ass back to my place was not part of the deal, Kamenashi," Ryo says irritably as he does just that.
Kame giggles into his shoulder from where he's slumped against Ryo as Ryo fishes out his keys and gets them both into the apartment.
“Calm down Ryo, I'm not that drunk,” Kame says as he kicks out of his shoes and pulls off his jacket before heading past the genkan and into the hall.
Ryo scoffs after him, straightening out the shoes before following. “If you're not that drunk why did you call me to get you?”
“I meant to call Nakamaru,” Kame replies, “but you answered instead.”
“You realize that doesn't exactly help your claim,” Ryo points out, now slightly amused. It has been awhile since he's hung around with a drunk Kame and he wonders vaguely why he doesn't more often.
Kame just waves a hand at Ryo in dismissal and heads toward the bedroom. “I'm exhausted,” he says, “thanks for letting me crash here.”
“Hey, who said you get the bed?” Ryo demands, rushing after him, but Kame’s already stripped down to his boxers and slid onto the sheets, sighing happily.
“This is a nice bed,” he says dreamily.
“Yeah, it’s also new, which is why you and your drunk ass should sleep on the couch so I don't have to worry about you puking all over it and--”
Ryo yelps when Kame grabs his wrist and pulls him into bed, sprawling straight onto him. “Ugh,” Ryo groans, pushing up onto his hands to get away but he doesn’t manage to make it very far, Kame’s hands on his hips stopping him. Ryo blinks, looks down into Kame’s eyes, and there’s a familiarity there, something similar to the look Ohkura gave him just a few days ago. “What’re you doing?” Ryo deadpans, when Kame just continues to stare at him.
Kame answers by kissing him and Ryo is hit with a very strong sense of deja vu before his mind helpfully tells him that this is, well, not exactly expected (even if it is rather good). He struggles to pull away but Kame’s surprisingly strong for being so small and all that ends up happening is Ryo falling onto his back upon the bed and Kame rolling up on top of him and pinning him down.
“Kamenashi--” Ryo starts but his words fall into a moan when Kame reaches between them to rub his palm against the front of his pants. Trying to keep his head on straight, Ryo pushes at Kame’s shoulders and demands, “Do you realize what you’re doing?”
“Of course,” Kame says simply, lips trailing down Ryo’s throat. “Like I said, I’m not that drunk.”
Ryo narrows his eyes at him disbelievingly. “Did you call me to pick you up because you wanted to seduce me?”
Kame laughs and the sounds is low and rich and goes straight to Ryo’s slowly forming erection. He hisses as Kame rocks his hips against him, creating a wonderful, wonderful friction that makes Ryo’s mind spin. “No,” Kame answers eventually, and for a moment Ryo forgets what he even asked. “I really did mean to call Nakamaru.”
“Then what are you doing?” Ryo almost shouts, frustrated by Kame’s complete nonchalance and the building arousal in his veins.
Kame meets his eyes and he replies, “Does it matter?” He smirks and it’s infuriating, grinds down against Ryo a little harder. “You like it.”
Unable to actually deny it, Ryo just lets Kame pull him into another kiss, surprisingly slow considering how fast everything else seems to be moving. It helps that Kame had already stripped out of his pants, giving Ryo easy access to slide his hand around his cock. The noise Kame makes then, deep and raw, has Ryo groaning and moving his own hips up toward Kame for some more pressure. Getting the hint, Kame is quick to rid Ryo of his jeans and boxers and get a hand on him as well, fingers deftly stroking him just the way Ryo likes it, until he’s arching his back into the pleasure.
Kame looks down on him in amusement, says, “You know, I didn’t think you were this easy.”
Ryo scowls. “I could really say the same thing about you,” he retorts. “If you remember correctly, you were the one who jumped me.”
“Yeah, but I don’t see you resisting,” Kame returns, slowly moving down until his breath flits over Ryo’s thigh, making Ryo jump and groan simultaneously. Ryo just barely sees Kame’s lips tug upward in another smirk before he leans in to take Ryo’s cock past his lips.
At that moment every thought vanishes from Ryo’s mind except for the blinding pleasure of Kame’s hot, hot mouth around his dick. He swears harshly under his breath and bucks his hips up instinctively. He feels the way Kame’s throat tightens around him for a second, and fuck, if that’s not incredibly hot, so he almost does it again, but this time Kame’s got hands on his hips, pushing him down against the mattress so he can’t move.
“Fuck,” Ryo hisses, pissed off and horribly turned on and wanting nothing more than to thrust into Kame’s mouth. “Come on,” he coaxes, dropping his head back against the bed and reaching out to slide his fingers into Kame’s hair and holding on tight. It gives him some semblance of dominance over this, seeing as how he can’t move much of his body otherwise. “You can do better than that, Kamenashi.”
Kame hums low around Ryo’s cock and the vibration makes Ryo tremble from head to foot. His fingers clench tighter in Kame’s hair as Kame drags his tongue slowly up his length, and then back down, swallowing around him and taking him in until the tip of Ryo’s cock hits the back of his throat.
“Oh shit,” Ryo gasps, trying to wane his arousal away but it’s too much, too soon, and before he knows it he’s coming hard into Kame’s mouth. Kame sucks him through it, until it gets rather painful, and Ryo has to yank on his hair to get him to stop.
Kame looks irritatingly smug when he pulls back, licking his lips. “That was fast,” he notes, amused, and Ryo feels heat flame up his cheeks.
“Shut up,” he growls, but Kame just laughs, leans forward to claim Ryo’s lips. Ryo kisses back lazily now that he’s already sated and pretty happy. Kame, however, seems to have other plans, and he’s guiding Ryo over onto his hands and knees.
Ryo glances over his shoulder and demands, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“What does it look like?” Kame responds, sliding between his legs and hands brushing over his ass. “God knows you’re not going to help me out now, so just shut up and let me do this.”
Ryo wants to refuse, but instead he finds himself grabbing the lube from the drawer and handing it over.
Kame looks surprised, but just says, “Compliant, I see.”
“Just do it,” Ryo shoots back, turning away. “Before I kick you out of my apartment like that.”
No doubt believing that Ryo would actually do it, Kame says nothing else and Ryo just hears the familiar sound of the tube opening behind him. He jumps when the first touch of Kame’s cool fingers press into him and it doesn’t take long for Kame to stretch him open and replace his fingers with his cock.
He groans as he pushes in all the way and Ryo clenches his hands into fists in the bedsheets, fights back a strangled noise of pleasure. Kame’s fingers are painful where they press into his hips and Ryo momentarily thinks maybe it’s payback for the way he’d yanked at his hair earlier. He pushes back against Kame pointedly, unhappy about simply staying still like this, and Kame thankfully starts to move, pulling Ryo’s hips back into every one of his thrusts and if Ryo hadn’t already just come he would be hard again within seconds.
Though it’s still not entirely impossible, especially with the way Kame is pounding into him, even if his pac is a bit too slow for Ryo’s liking. “Is that the best you can do?” he taunts and Kame answers with a particularly sharp jerk of his hips, hitting Ryo right where he wants him. Ryo’s hands start to tremble from the pressure of holding himself up, so he drops to his elbows, forehead resting atop the mattress and oh, that’s better.
“Harder,” Ryo demands, and Kame complies, a stream of incomprehensible noises falling from his lips as he surely gets close to his release. “Oh god, more.”
“Shut up,” Kame gasps, “just shut up,” his rhythm faltering as he tries to keep a steady pace but fails. Ryo pushes back against him, egging him on, and it isn’t very long before Kame finally comes, hips grinding against Ryo’s ass as he cries out.
Ryo, too, feels like he’s come again, his whole body quivering as Kame slips out of him and flops onto the bed beside him. Ryo sighs as he curls up onto his side and finds Kame already fast asleep.
“Figures,” Ryo mutters, shaking his head. He just snuggles up against his pillow and as he closes his eyes thinks about just how damn great of bed he has.
iii.
Ryo shouts out profanities as he tosses his controller to the ground and exclaims, “That is so unfair! It’s been ages since you’ve played but you still beat me!”
Shige snickers from beside him, looking horribly smug. “I’ve been telling you for years that you suck at this game.”
“I do not suck,” Ryo retorts. “You just cheat.”
Shige rolls his eyes, reaches for his half-empty can of beer that’s sitting on the coffee table. He takes a quick drink and says, smiling, “Thanks for inviting me over. This was fun.”
“I’ve been inviting you over for the past like five months,” Ryo points out, grabbing his own beer as well. “You keep saying you’re too busy.” He scoffs like he doesn’t think Shige understands the actual definition of the word “busy.”
“I am busy,” Shige retorts. “Got to put in more effort now to make up for losing two group members.” He mock-glowers at Ryo who just laughs.
“Fuck you,” he says, and Shige grins. “You guys aren’t doing so bad.”
Shige nods. “Nope, everything’s going pretty well,” he says. “We’re gonna be better than before.”
Ryo doesn’t doubt it. He just smiles wider, clinks his can against Shige’s. “You’d better,” he says and drinks to it. He gets up to toss the empty can away in the trash in the kitchen, catches sight of the time on the microwave and says, “Hey, did you want to just crash here? You’ve missed the last train.”
“Shit,” Shige says and he gets to his feet. He looks helplessly at Ryo, who just shakes his head and says, “Just stay over, then. Do you have anywhere to be in the morning?”
Ryo watches the way Shige’s eyes turn contemplative, is sure he’s bringing up a mental schedule to check. Then he shakes his head and meets Ryo’s gaze again. “Nope,” he says, “not until after noon.”
“So no big deal,” Ryo says decisively. “Besides you used to crash here all the time.”
“Thanks, Ryo,” Shige says, and Ryo simply waves a hand dismissively.
He heads to the hall closet to get a pillow and blanket for Shige and returns to find Shige’s cleared off the mess of empty beer cans and dirty plates on the coffee table from their evening and is setting them into the kitchen sink.
“Thanks,” Ryo says and Shige just nods, grabs the items from Ryo’s hands and heads to the couch. “Goodnight,” Ryo adds and heads to his room, stripping out of his clothes and pulling on a white tee and pajama bottoms. He slides into bed and heaves a deep sigh, eyes falling shut.
Just as Ryo’s starts to fall asleep, he feels the other side of the bed dip and Shige whispering, “move over.”
“Why,” Ryo demands.
“I forgot how crappy your couch is so I’m sleeping here,” Shige says simply. “I heard you got a new bed, too, so it must be infinitely nicer than your lumpy couch.”
“Go sleep on the fucking floor then” Ryo snaps, then adds after he realizes what Shige’s just said, “Wait, how did you know I got a new bed? I didn’t mention that to you.”
Shige just shrugs and says instead, “This is a great bed.”
“Yes, and I would like it all for myself,” Ryo says bluntly but Shige just chuckles and it surprises Ryo, feeling his breath on his shoulder and realizing they’re much closer than he thought.
He starts to shift away but Shige hooks a leg over Ryo’s and keeps him close. “What’s the big deal?” Shige says as he trails a hand languidly across Ryo’s abdomen. “It isn’t like this is the first time, right?”
“Right...” Ryo can’t help but agree. “But more importantly, is there a reason you are clinging to me?”
In the dark it’s hard to make out Shige’s expression, but Ryo can recognize an attempted kiss easily, especially seeing how Shige’s lips miss and graze along his jaw.
“Oh, fuck, not you too!” Ryo exclaims.
Shige freezes beside him. “What?”
Ryo sighs, gives in, because he’s decided it’s much easier this way. “Oh nothing,” he says. “Just get on with it, okay. I want to sleep.”
If Shige thinks this is strange he says nothing, and this time he does find Ryo’s lips, kissing him gently, slowly prying open his mouth to slip his tongue inside. Ryo can’t hold back a tiny moan at the way Shige pulls him close and kisses him deeper, surprised to find that the younger man is really quite good at this. Ryo still has no idea why this keeps happening, but really, who is he to complain when he gets great sex out of it?
So he just lets Shige guide him onto his back, legs spreading automatically to accommodate Shige between them as he rests above him. Ryo sighs into Shige’s mouth, slides his hands up along Shige’s sides and under his shirt. Shige shivers from his touch and Ryo finds that strangely hot, so he continues to do it, tracing random patterns into his skin, letting his nails drag down his back.
“Ryo,” Shige groans, and he thrusts his hips against Ryo’s like he’s fucking him and Ryo thinks that he could definitely be okay with that. He pulls at Shige’s belt buckle, then undoes his pants, and Shige is quick to move away and step out of his clothes, pull off his shirt. When he returns, he does the same to Ryo, until they’re lying there, heated skin pressed up together.
Ryo’s hand finds Shige’s cock and he teases him to full hardness, watches the way his eyes glaze over and he gasps heavily. Ryo can barely look away, working on mere instincts to pull Shige off.
“Okay, fuck, you have to stop,” Shige groans, but Ryo ignores him, pressing his thumb to that spot beneath the head, squeezing his fingers just a bit tighter. Shige swears loudly, and that is hot, but not nearly as hot as it is when Shige grabs Ryo’s hand and pins it up over his head. He pulls Ryo’s other arm up as well, holds them down against the bed with one hand and his eyes are so intense, now, as he stares at Ryo.
“Fuck,” Ryo says breathlessly, now impossibly turned on. He’s sure Shige can feel it, the way he starts to move his hips against him, their cocks brushing together in the best and worst ways. He could probably break straight free out of Shige’s hold, but he kind of likes it, likes the way it feels not to be able to reach out and touch him, even though he’s sure in a few short moments he’ll end up hating it.
And he’s right, when Shige gets a hand around his cock, Ryo wants nothing more than to hold onto something, anything, but merely settles for grasping at the thick air in the room as Shige strokes him firmly. He goes incredibly fast and then incredibly slow and it’s enough to make Ryo absolutely crazy, seething beneath him as he begins to draw nearer to his release only for Shige to slow down and let it all fade away.
“Let me come,” Ryo says angrily but Shige just shakes his head and replies in a low voice, “Not yet.”
“Why the fuck not,” Ryo shouts.
Shige smiles enigmatically at him but doesn’t respond and that angers Ryo even more. He struggles against Shige’s hold on his hands - he’d love to have the use of them to at least punch Shige in the face - but Shige shows surprising strength and Ryo can’t get away. He slumps back onto the bed and succumbs to the overwhelming feeling of Shige working him up too far only to take him back down just as fast.
“You could ask for it, you know,” Shige says, leaning in to lick his way down Ryo’s neck. His lips latch onto Ryo’s clavicle and suck softly at the skin there. “Ask for it and I might let you come.”
Ryo can’t believe this is Shige, can’t believe he’s fucking asking him to beg, as if Ryo would ever do that. “Fuck you,” he snaps instead and Shige just laughs into his shoulder.
“Maybe another time,” Shige says. “For now you really should beg.”
Ryo glares up at the ceiling instead but it really is starting to become too much, this constant back and forth between orgasm and not. He doesn’t know how much longer he can take but the last thing he wants to do is beg.
“No,” he says defiantly, expecting Shige to just let it go and continue, but instead Shige sighs, and to Ryo’s horror, drops his hand from his cock. Eyes widening, Ryo demands, “What're you doing?”
Shige just hums thoughtfully and doesn't answer, switches the hand that's holding Ryo’s arms over his head with his right and uses his left to rummage through the night stand. He retrieves lube and Ryo narrows his eyes at him.
“How would you know that's in there?”
Shige shrugs. “Lucky guess,” is all he says. He coats his fingers, nudges Ryo’s legs apart and pushes two fingers in at once. Ryo keens, back arching off the bed, head pressed back against the pillow and arms straining as he struggles to break free.
“Oh fuck Shige, touch me,” Ryo gasps as Shige hooks his fingers in deep, adds a third and hits him just right.
“Ah, I thought you weren't gonna beg.”
“I'm not,” Ryo snaps. “That wasn't begging, that was demanding. Do it or I'll--”
“What?” Shige says, brow arching as he slips his fingers out a bit and slows down.
Ryo fucking hates him right now. “You know I’m gonna kill you after this, right?”
Shige laughs and Ryo thinks maybe he won’t kill him too badly when Shige moves his fingers inside him again. “Yeah, I figured,” Shige replies, leaning forward until his lips ghost against Ryo’s. “But it’s worth it.”
Ryo kisses him first, taking out his frustration in pressing their lips together, slipping his tongue into Shige’s mouth to dictate it. Shige lets him, focuses instead on fucking him with his fingers, and Ryo is getting close now, he can feel it coiling up tight in his belly just waiting to come undone.
But he knows Shige is waiting for him to ask for it, to give in and just beg, and even though Ryo will never admit it aloud, it’s kind of incredibly hot, that, this whole domineering Shige, that he can’t help but let it out. “Please, please, please Shige, let me come. Please just touch me and make me come already.”
Shige hums again, trails his lips across Ryo’s jaw. “I guess that’s the most I’ll get out of you, isn’t it?”
“Damn right,” Ryo replies and they both laugh, though Ryo’s cuts out into a moan as Shige actually complies to his request and strokes him at the same pace as his fingers push in and out of him. “Oh my god,” Ryo breathes and he feels Shige’s smirk against his skin. “Don’t get all cocky,” Ryo snaps.
“Do you want me to stop again?” Shige retorts and knowing that Shige would, Ryo shuts up. Or as much as he can considering he can’t stop moaning, hips moving up into Shige’s touch and he lasts as long as it takes for Shige to lean in and breathe, “Come, Ryo,” into his ear.
And he does, hard, coming over Shige’s fingers as his body shudders almost violently from the sensation. He doesn’t realize Shige’s let go of his hands until he’s finally come down, slowly catching his breath from the intensity and searching for Shige to find his shoulder shaking above him as he works now to pull himself off.
Ryo knocks his hand away and does it himself, quips in a hoarse voice, “Let me,” and Shige doesn’t stop him, just presses his forehead to Ryo’s shoulder and gasps. Ryo only has to stroke him a few times before Shige’s coming too, and he shouts out as Shige’s teeth scrape against his skin.
“Fuck,” he hisses and Shige mumbles out an apology that sounds incredibly half-hearted but Ryo doesn’t entirely care. He just shoves Shige away and grabs some tissues from the nightstand to clean them up.
Ryo’s eyes fall on the clock and he groans, shoves at Shige and says, “Now can I sleep, or are you going to attack me again?”
“No, I’m good,” Shige says, sounding happy and sated, and Ryo grumbles at him.
“Then you can go sleep on the couch again,” he suggests and points out the door until Shige, gaping, actually does.
iv.
Ryo doesn’t expect to find a pair of shoes that don’t belong to him in the genkan when he returns from a late night filming for Shiwake with the rest of Kanjani8. He knows exactly who they belong to, so it’s not really surprising because Uchi tends to let himself into Ryo’s place all the time like he lives there, too. Uchi will retort that Ryo did give him a key, so really, Ryo can’t complain, but that’s beside the point. The last thing Ryo wants to deal with right now is Uchi, so he grumbles as he heads into the apartment and shouts, “Uchi, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“Nothing!” comes a totally uninnocent reply from down the hall.
Ryo’s eyes narrow because Uchi is most definitely in his bedroom, and--
Fuck.
Ryo rushes over, pushing the door open to find his friend sprawled across his bed like he owns it. “What’re you doing?” he questions, despite himself.
Uchi just grins, lets his hands run over the bedsheets. “I’ve heard through the grapevine that you have a really nice bed.”
Ryo wants to bang his head against the wall but somehow manages to keep an ounce of self-control. “So you broke into my apartment to see for yourself?”
“You gave me a key,” Uchi reminds him and Ryo regrets it, not for the first time. “I was curious,” he continues.
“And?” Ryo says, dropping his phone and wallet onto the small desk in the corner and walking slowly toward the bed. “What do you think?”
Uchi hums thoughtfully, spreads out a bit upon the bed and heaves in a deep breath. “It’s pretty nice,” he says. “Could be better, though.”
Ryo arches a brow. “Oh, really,” he says. “How?”
Uchi smirks, rolls over to grab Ryo’s elbow and pulls him onto the bed. “Like this,” he says and kisses him.
Ryo really thinks he should have seen that coming, kiss back eagerly and climbs onto the bed after Uchi. He pulls back after a moment and says, “This is actually starting to get kind of old.”
Uchi pouts. “Don’t say that,” he whines, pulls Ryo closer until he fits perfectly on top.
“Fine, fine,” Ryo sighs, “but this time I’m fucking topping. I’m sick of people taking advantage of me in my own fucking bed.”
“Whatever,” Uchi says dismissively, “just get on with it already.”
That Ryo can do, shutting up and pulling Uchi into a kiss much more heated than the first. Ryo slides his hand up under Uchi’s shirt, knuckles bumping against nipples and drawing low moans of pleasure from Uchi's lips that he swallows. He quite likes being in control this time around, slowly rolling his hips down against Uchi's and making him whimper instead of the other way around.
And Uchi just lets him, thankfully easy like that, fingers fisting into the back of Ryo’s t-shirt as he rocks up into Ryo’s movements. Ryo breaks their kiss to suck his flesh down Uchi's long throat, which becomes even more enticing as he leans his head back to give Ryo better access.
Uchi rests his hands on Ryo’s waist and Ryo likes how they feel, big and firm, and oh-so warm against his skin, seeping through the skin fabric of his shirt. He bucks his hips down again and again and soon Uchi reciprocates, and it’s like they’re fucking with their clothes still on and it’s incredible. So good, in fact, that Ryo doesn’t feel the need to stop, almost content just continuing like this, their erections rubbing wonderfully together.
"Oh god, stop, stop,” Uchi exclaims suddenly, pressing a hand against Ryo’s shoulder to stop him. “Unless you fucking want me to come in my pants,” Uchi gasps, and although it takes all of Ryo’s willpower to do so, he stills his hips, looks into Uchi's eyes.
“I don’t know, it could be kind of hot.”
“No, it’d be gross,” Uchi grumbles. “If you’re gonna do this, do it properly.”
Ryo rolls his eyes. “Fuck, it just figures you'd be annoying in bed.”
“Figures you would be a dick,” Uchi retorts, and then pauses for a moment before he adds, “Speaking of which, will you fucking touch me already.”
Ryo glowers, starting to get seriously irritated. “Will you fucking shut up for five seconds?”
“Make me,” Uchi says, both a taunt and a retort, and Ryo has really had enough. He leans in and kisses him hard, tongue delving into his mouth and making it impossible for either of them to speak. He works open Uchi’s jeans and Uchi helpfully wriggles his hips to get them down far enough to suffice. When Ryo wraps his fingers around Uchi’s erection, Uchi pulls away to cry out loudly and just the sound makes Ryo harder, hotter, and unable to hold back.
“Grab the lube,” Ryo says, nods toward the nightstand and Uchi does without question. He pulls away, letting Uchi’s cock fall from his hand and Uchi makes a deflated noise like a balloon running out of air. Ryo quirks a brow in amusement but Uchi just glares at him, clearly disapproving of the lack of contact, and Ryo just steps off the bed and says, “Prep yourself.”
Uchi opens his mouth to argue, but seems to think better about it and shuts it after a moment. He keeps his eyes trained on Ryo as he follows the order, kicking his jeans and underwear off to the floor and spreading his legs wide. He slips a coated finger slowly inside and Ryo’s breath catches as he watches, his hands that are working on undoing his own pants freezing as his mind goes near blank.
A triumphant look fills Uchi’s face and it’s clear he’s taking pleasure in making Ryo react like this, putting on a show as he adds in a second finger, then a third, and gasps when he gets to where he needs to be. That’s all Ryo can stand to watch, though, and he quickly strips out of his clothes and joins Uchi on the bed again, pulling his hand away and instantaneously pushing his cock inside instead.
They both groan at once, a long, rumbling noise like a car engine, and Uchi’s the one to push his hips first, snapping Ryo out of the thick, mind-boggling sensation to respond likewise. He goes fast and deep and hard, not able to do much else when Uchi is hot and tight and perfect around him. Uchi doesn’t complain, just cries out favorably and lets his fingernails dig into Ryo’s forearms.
“Ryo, I-I’m not, I’m not going to--” Uchi says breathlessly, eyes clenching shut, and he reaches between them to wrap a hand around his own aching cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Ryo says, Uchi’s body tightening even more around him and he struggles to fight past it, pressing in a little harder, pushing Uchi’s legs back against his chest to get in deeper.
“There, right there,” Uchi screams, and Ryo complies, thrusting his hips right where Uchi wants it, and it’s just one, two, three more times before he’s coming, loud enough that Ryo’s sure his neighbors can hear.
He leans in and kisses him to shut him up, keeps pounding into the now impossible heat until he finally comes, too.
Ryo collapses atop of Uchi afterward, his whole body giving out on him, and he’s pretty content to just stay like that until Uchi squirms and whines and pokes at him. Grumbling, Ryo slides over onto his back and stares up at the ceiling in quiet bliss, considering.
“I can’t decide if this bed is the best or worst thing I’ve ever bought,” he says after a moment.
Uchi’s answer is instant. “Best. Definitely the best,” he says, and as Uchi leans over to kiss him again, Ryo thinks he’s probably right about that.
v. bonus
Ryo opens the door to find Yamapi standing in the hallway.
“So,” Yamapi says cheerfully, “I hear you have a sex bed.”
Ryo slams the door in his face.
Title: Bedsmart
Pairings: Ryo/Ohkura, Ryo/Kame, Ryo/Shige, Ryo/Uchi
Rating: NC-17, some orgasm denial, restraining
Summary: Ryo gets a new bed.
Author's Note: 6591 words. For maayacola through je_fqfest 2012!! I was so excited to get you, Maia, and I had a lot of fun writing this!! All my love and thanks to Ri for the help and ideas, I couldn't have written this without you. T_T ♥
i.
“Thanks for helping me out, Ohkura,” Ryo says with a sigh, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.
Ohkura just shrugs as he flops onto the mattress he just helped Ryo lug up to his apartment. “No problem,” he says. “I was free anyway. And besides, now you owe me dinner.”
Ryo groans at the reminder. “Right,” he says, “but later.” He sinks onto the new sheets he’s put over his new bed and lets out a contented sigh. “Much later,” he amends, eyes closing.
“This is a really nice bed,” Ohkura says as he twists and turns to get comfortable, shoulder brushing against Ryo’s.
“Exactly why I bought it,” Ryo points out. “My old one was getting lumpy.”
“I don’t know,” Ohkura says and his voice sounds oddly faraway, deep in contemplation. Ryo peeks an eye open to look at him and almost screams in surprise to find his friend just a little too close and staring directly at him. “Something about it, though. It feels really good.”
Ryo wonders if Ohkura knocked his head on something while he wasn’t looking. “It’s a bed,” he says slowly. “It’s supposed to feel good.”
Ohkura makes a humming noise like he doesn’t quite believe Ryo, and continues to stare at him like it’s the first time he’s ever seen him. It’s incredibly disconcerting and Ryo waves a hand in front of his face and questions, “Hey, are you o--”
His rest of his words end up caught in Ohkura’s mouth as Ohkura grabs his hand and pulls him close, presses their lips together in a surprisingly fierce kiss. Ryo’s eyes instinctively widen and he’s quite positive his heart has just given out on him because what the fuck.
He shoves at Ohkura’s shoulder but Ohkura just kisses him harder, tongue peeking out to lick against the seam of Ryo’s lips until he can slip it inside and then there’s a soft, pleased moan that takes a moment for Ryo to realize it’s coming from him.
It seems like that’s all Ohkura needs as confirmation though to kiss him a little harder, slide his hand that’s still holding Ryo’s down his arm to his waist and drag his whole body closer until they’re pressed up against each other on this sides.
And even though Ryo’s starting to come to the realization that this doesn’t actually feel all that terrible he can’t help but push Ohkura away far enough to demand, “What are you doing?”
OHkura just licks his lips slowly and it’s actually rather obscene, that, and Ryo can’t look away, and the familiar pang of arousal hits him low in the belly. “Well,” Ohkura say slowly, and his eyes are right in mischief that Ryo knows all too well means nothing good for him. “I was just thinking that we should, you know, break in your new bed.”
Ryo gapes at him because really that makes absolutely no sense, but when Ohkura draws near again and closes the space between them in another kiss, he figures that maybe Ohkura is actually onto something, here.
So he kisses back without hesitation, lets Ohkura delve his tongue into his mouth and steal his breath. Ryo pushes Ohkura back down against the bed, follows by climbing atop him, knees on either sides of his hips. Ohkura’s hands fall to his waist and he slowly, oh-so-slowly rolls his hips in a circle and just that is enough to drive Ryo mad already. he groans into their kiss as his body instinctively reciprocates, and he can feel their growing arousals rubbing together deliciously through the thick fabric of their jeans.
Ohkura’s hands slide up under Ryo’s shirt, fingers slow-dancing across his abs and up his chest, and Ryo gasps against Ohkura’s lips, unable to help the soft sounds that fall from his mouth. It makes Ohkura smirk, he can feel it, and Ryo glowers down at him as he pulls back long enough to let Ohkura yank his shirt off over his head.
Ryo instantly reaches for Ohkura’s clothes next, swiftly removing him of his shirt and then going for the fastenings on his jeans. He slides away long enough to let Ohkura kick out of the rest of his clothing before Ohkura does the same to him and when they come together again, ohkura pulling Ryo back on top of him, it’s naked skin to naked skin.
Ryo feels a bit like someone’s turned the temperature up too high, body burning with heat and with pleasure. Ohkura’s breath feels hot against his lips as they kiss again, growing slowly more enthusiastic as Ryo reaches between them to wrap his hand around Ohkura’s cock. Ohkura groans as Ryo strokes him, rubs his thumb against the slit at the tip, and it makes Ryo grin smugly into his mouth.
That moment of superiority is short-lived, however, when Ohkura drags his hands from Ryo’s waist around his back to cup his ass and grind firmly up against him. And this time it’s a hundred times better yet a hundred times worse because there’s nothing between them to ease the gratification. Ryo tears away from the kiss to moan, much louder than he would ever like to admit, and it makes Ohkura chuckle, a bit. Ryo glares at him which doesn’t faze Ohkura in the slightest, and he merely pulls Ryo into another sensual roll of the hips.
“Oh god,” Ryo gasps and nearly jumps when he feels Ohkura slide a finger across his rim.
It’s really as blatant of a plea as it could be and Ryo’s glad for the push in direction because he doesn’t think he can last much more with this teasing. He yanks open the top drawer on the nightstand and grabs the necessities, tossing the small tube to Ohkura.
Ohkura coats his fingers with the substance and slips his hand between Ryo’s legs, slowly inches in one finger, then two, and Ryo groans as he feels his body opening up.
“More,” he demands and Ohkura complies without question, fitting in a third finger and crooking them inside. Ryo rocks his hips into the feeling, and nearly convulses when he finds the right angle, Ohkura’s fingers pressing right up against his prostate again and again.
Ohkura is staring up at him with something akin to amazement in his eyes, so Ryo puts on a bit of a show for him, riding his fingers like he would his cock and moaning loudly because fuck, he’s really close, now.
Ohkura seems to notice the same thing, slipping his hand away and ignoring Ryo’s immediate whine of protest that turns into a deep groan of pleasure as he replaces his fingers with his cock. Ryo’s eyes close and his head tilts backward, baring his throat that Ohkura instantly latches his lips to, as he feels every inch of Ohkura’s cock fill him and stretch him.
Hot puffs of air tickle Ryo’s neck, Ohkura catching his breath as he fits in all the way. His fingers clench almost painfully tight at Ryo’s hips and Ryo knows he’s waiting out until he’s sure Ryo is comfortable. But Ryo doesn’t need any of that, and he leans down to whisper, “Move,” into Ohkura’s ear.
That’s all it takes for Ohkura to do so, to slips out a bit and then rock his hips back up into Ryo and quickly setting a rhythm that has them both reeling toward orgasm.
“Don't make me do all the work,” Ohkura grumbles, fingers skating up Ryo’s chest to press firmly against the back of his neck and pull him down into a kiss. Ryo just groans in response, even though what he'd like to say is "Lazy bastard," but he rolls his hips to meet Ohkura’s deep thrusts anyway, and it’s not long before Ohkura is hitting that spot inside with every firm movement.
Not willing to drag this out longer than necessary, Ryo wraps a hand around his cock and strokes himself quickly, release so close he can taste it. When he comes it’s with a shout, losing his mind for a few frightening seconds as the feelings consume him. He barely registers Ohkura pulling his hips into his few last, hard thrusts before he comes, too, grunting into the crook of Ryo’s neck.
Ryo feels too exhausted to move but manages to at least slip off of Ohkura onto the bed, breathing out a heavy but contented sigh.
"So," Ohkura says after a moment, "what's for dinner?"
Ryo groans, turns away from Ohkura’s questioning gaze and mumbles, "Fuck. You."
Ohkura just laughs and replies lightly, "Well, maybe for dessert," and Ryo kicks him straight off the bed.
ii.
"Dragging your drunk ass back to my place was not part of the deal, Kamenashi," Ryo says irritably as he does just that.
Kame giggles into his shoulder from where he's slumped against Ryo as Ryo fishes out his keys and gets them both into the apartment.
“Calm down Ryo, I'm not that drunk,” Kame says as he kicks out of his shoes and pulls off his jacket before heading past the genkan and into the hall.
Ryo scoffs after him, straightening out the shoes before following. “If you're not that drunk why did you call me to get you?”
“I meant to call Nakamaru,” Kame replies, “but you answered instead.”
“You realize that doesn't exactly help your claim,” Ryo points out, now slightly amused. It has been awhile since he's hung around with a drunk Kame and he wonders vaguely why he doesn't more often.
Kame just waves a hand at Ryo in dismissal and heads toward the bedroom. “I'm exhausted,” he says, “thanks for letting me crash here.”
“Hey, who said you get the bed?” Ryo demands, rushing after him, but Kame’s already stripped down to his boxers and slid onto the sheets, sighing happily.
“This is a nice bed,” he says dreamily.
“Yeah, it’s also new, which is why you and your drunk ass should sleep on the couch so I don't have to worry about you puking all over it and--”
Ryo yelps when Kame grabs his wrist and pulls him into bed, sprawling straight onto him. “Ugh,” Ryo groans, pushing up onto his hands to get away but he doesn’t manage to make it very far, Kame’s hands on his hips stopping him. Ryo blinks, looks down into Kame’s eyes, and there’s a familiarity there, something similar to the look Ohkura gave him just a few days ago. “What’re you doing?” Ryo deadpans, when Kame just continues to stare at him.
Kame answers by kissing him and Ryo is hit with a very strong sense of deja vu before his mind helpfully tells him that this is, well, not exactly expected (even if it is rather good). He struggles to pull away but Kame’s surprisingly strong for being so small and all that ends up happening is Ryo falling onto his back upon the bed and Kame rolling up on top of him and pinning him down.
“Kamenashi--” Ryo starts but his words fall into a moan when Kame reaches between them to rub his palm against the front of his pants. Trying to keep his head on straight, Ryo pushes at Kame’s shoulders and demands, “Do you realize what you’re doing?”
“Of course,” Kame says simply, lips trailing down Ryo’s throat. “Like I said, I’m not that drunk.”
Ryo narrows his eyes at him disbelievingly. “Did you call me to pick you up because you wanted to seduce me?”
Kame laughs and the sounds is low and rich and goes straight to Ryo’s slowly forming erection. He hisses as Kame rocks his hips against him, creating a wonderful, wonderful friction that makes Ryo’s mind spin. “No,” Kame answers eventually, and for a moment Ryo forgets what he even asked. “I really did mean to call Nakamaru.”
“Then what are you doing?” Ryo almost shouts, frustrated by Kame’s complete nonchalance and the building arousal in his veins.
Kame meets his eyes and he replies, “Does it matter?” He smirks and it’s infuriating, grinds down against Ryo a little harder. “You like it.”
Unable to actually deny it, Ryo just lets Kame pull him into another kiss, surprisingly slow considering how fast everything else seems to be moving. It helps that Kame had already stripped out of his pants, giving Ryo easy access to slide his hand around his cock. The noise Kame makes then, deep and raw, has Ryo groaning and moving his own hips up toward Kame for some more pressure. Getting the hint, Kame is quick to rid Ryo of his jeans and boxers and get a hand on him as well, fingers deftly stroking him just the way Ryo likes it, until he’s arching his back into the pleasure.
Kame looks down on him in amusement, says, “You know, I didn’t think you were this easy.”
Ryo scowls. “I could really say the same thing about you,” he retorts. “If you remember correctly, you were the one who jumped me.”
“Yeah, but I don’t see you resisting,” Kame returns, slowly moving down until his breath flits over Ryo’s thigh, making Ryo jump and groan simultaneously. Ryo just barely sees Kame’s lips tug upward in another smirk before he leans in to take Ryo’s cock past his lips.
At that moment every thought vanishes from Ryo’s mind except for the blinding pleasure of Kame’s hot, hot mouth around his dick. He swears harshly under his breath and bucks his hips up instinctively. He feels the way Kame’s throat tightens around him for a second, and fuck, if that’s not incredibly hot, so he almost does it again, but this time Kame’s got hands on his hips, pushing him down against the mattress so he can’t move.
“Fuck,” Ryo hisses, pissed off and horribly turned on and wanting nothing more than to thrust into Kame’s mouth. “Come on,” he coaxes, dropping his head back against the bed and reaching out to slide his fingers into Kame’s hair and holding on tight. It gives him some semblance of dominance over this, seeing as how he can’t move much of his body otherwise. “You can do better than that, Kamenashi.”
Kame hums low around Ryo’s cock and the vibration makes Ryo tremble from head to foot. His fingers clench tighter in Kame’s hair as Kame drags his tongue slowly up his length, and then back down, swallowing around him and taking him in until the tip of Ryo’s cock hits the back of his throat.
“Oh shit,” Ryo gasps, trying to wane his arousal away but it’s too much, too soon, and before he knows it he’s coming hard into Kame’s mouth. Kame sucks him through it, until it gets rather painful, and Ryo has to yank on his hair to get him to stop.
Kame looks irritatingly smug when he pulls back, licking his lips. “That was fast,” he notes, amused, and Ryo feels heat flame up his cheeks.
“Shut up,” he growls, but Kame just laughs, leans forward to claim Ryo’s lips. Ryo kisses back lazily now that he’s already sated and pretty happy. Kame, however, seems to have other plans, and he’s guiding Ryo over onto his hands and knees.
Ryo glances over his shoulder and demands, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“What does it look like?” Kame responds, sliding between his legs and hands brushing over his ass. “God knows you’re not going to help me out now, so just shut up and let me do this.”
Ryo wants to refuse, but instead he finds himself grabbing the lube from the drawer and handing it over.
Kame looks surprised, but just says, “Compliant, I see.”
“Just do it,” Ryo shoots back, turning away. “Before I kick you out of my apartment like that.”
No doubt believing that Ryo would actually do it, Kame says nothing else and Ryo just hears the familiar sound of the tube opening behind him. He jumps when the first touch of Kame’s cool fingers press into him and it doesn’t take long for Kame to stretch him open and replace his fingers with his cock.
He groans as he pushes in all the way and Ryo clenches his hands into fists in the bedsheets, fights back a strangled noise of pleasure. Kame’s fingers are painful where they press into his hips and Ryo momentarily thinks maybe it’s payback for the way he’d yanked at his hair earlier. He pushes back against Kame pointedly, unhappy about simply staying still like this, and Kame thankfully starts to move, pulling Ryo’s hips back into every one of his thrusts and if Ryo hadn’t already just come he would be hard again within seconds.
Though it’s still not entirely impossible, especially with the way Kame is pounding into him, even if his pac is a bit too slow for Ryo’s liking. “Is that the best you can do?” he taunts and Kame answers with a particularly sharp jerk of his hips, hitting Ryo right where he wants him. Ryo’s hands start to tremble from the pressure of holding himself up, so he drops to his elbows, forehead resting atop the mattress and oh, that’s better.
“Harder,” Ryo demands, and Kame complies, a stream of incomprehensible noises falling from his lips as he surely gets close to his release. “Oh god, more.”
“Shut up,” Kame gasps, “just shut up,” his rhythm faltering as he tries to keep a steady pace but fails. Ryo pushes back against him, egging him on, and it isn’t very long before Kame finally comes, hips grinding against Ryo’s ass as he cries out.
Ryo, too, feels like he’s come again, his whole body quivering as Kame slips out of him and flops onto the bed beside him. Ryo sighs as he curls up onto his side and finds Kame already fast asleep.
“Figures,” Ryo mutters, shaking his head. He just snuggles up against his pillow and as he closes his eyes thinks about just how damn great of bed he has.
iii.
Ryo shouts out profanities as he tosses his controller to the ground and exclaims, “That is so unfair! It’s been ages since you’ve played but you still beat me!”
Shige snickers from beside him, looking horribly smug. “I’ve been telling you for years that you suck at this game.”
“I do not suck,” Ryo retorts. “You just cheat.”
Shige rolls his eyes, reaches for his half-empty can of beer that’s sitting on the coffee table. He takes a quick drink and says, smiling, “Thanks for inviting me over. This was fun.”
“I’ve been inviting you over for the past like five months,” Ryo points out, grabbing his own beer as well. “You keep saying you’re too busy.” He scoffs like he doesn’t think Shige understands the actual definition of the word “busy.”
“I am busy,” Shige retorts. “Got to put in more effort now to make up for losing two group members.” He mock-glowers at Ryo who just laughs.
“Fuck you,” he says, and Shige grins. “You guys aren’t doing so bad.”
Shige nods. “Nope, everything’s going pretty well,” he says. “We’re gonna be better than before.”
Ryo doesn’t doubt it. He just smiles wider, clinks his can against Shige’s. “You’d better,” he says and drinks to it. He gets up to toss the empty can away in the trash in the kitchen, catches sight of the time on the microwave and says, “Hey, did you want to just crash here? You’ve missed the last train.”
“Shit,” Shige says and he gets to his feet. He looks helplessly at Ryo, who just shakes his head and says, “Just stay over, then. Do you have anywhere to be in the morning?”
Ryo watches the way Shige’s eyes turn contemplative, is sure he’s bringing up a mental schedule to check. Then he shakes his head and meets Ryo’s gaze again. “Nope,” he says, “not until after noon.”
“So no big deal,” Ryo says decisively. “Besides you used to crash here all the time.”
“Thanks, Ryo,” Shige says, and Ryo simply waves a hand dismissively.
He heads to the hall closet to get a pillow and blanket for Shige and returns to find Shige’s cleared off the mess of empty beer cans and dirty plates on the coffee table from their evening and is setting them into the kitchen sink.
“Thanks,” Ryo says and Shige just nods, grabs the items from Ryo’s hands and heads to the couch. “Goodnight,” Ryo adds and heads to his room, stripping out of his clothes and pulling on a white tee and pajama bottoms. He slides into bed and heaves a deep sigh, eyes falling shut.
Just as Ryo’s starts to fall asleep, he feels the other side of the bed dip and Shige whispering, “move over.”
“Why,” Ryo demands.
“I forgot how crappy your couch is so I’m sleeping here,” Shige says simply. “I heard you got a new bed, too, so it must be infinitely nicer than your lumpy couch.”
“Go sleep on the fucking floor then” Ryo snaps, then adds after he realizes what Shige’s just said, “Wait, how did you know I got a new bed? I didn’t mention that to you.”
Shige just shrugs and says instead, “This is a great bed.”
“Yes, and I would like it all for myself,” Ryo says bluntly but Shige just chuckles and it surprises Ryo, feeling his breath on his shoulder and realizing they’re much closer than he thought.
He starts to shift away but Shige hooks a leg over Ryo’s and keeps him close. “What’s the big deal?” Shige says as he trails a hand languidly across Ryo’s abdomen. “It isn’t like this is the first time, right?”
“Right...” Ryo can’t help but agree. “But more importantly, is there a reason you are clinging to me?”
In the dark it’s hard to make out Shige’s expression, but Ryo can recognize an attempted kiss easily, especially seeing how Shige’s lips miss and graze along his jaw.
“Oh, fuck, not you too!” Ryo exclaims.
Shige freezes beside him. “What?”
Ryo sighs, gives in, because he’s decided it’s much easier this way. “Oh nothing,” he says. “Just get on with it, okay. I want to sleep.”
If Shige thinks this is strange he says nothing, and this time he does find Ryo’s lips, kissing him gently, slowly prying open his mouth to slip his tongue inside. Ryo can’t hold back a tiny moan at the way Shige pulls him close and kisses him deeper, surprised to find that the younger man is really quite good at this. Ryo still has no idea why this keeps happening, but really, who is he to complain when he gets great sex out of it?
So he just lets Shige guide him onto his back, legs spreading automatically to accommodate Shige between them as he rests above him. Ryo sighs into Shige’s mouth, slides his hands up along Shige’s sides and under his shirt. Shige shivers from his touch and Ryo finds that strangely hot, so he continues to do it, tracing random patterns into his skin, letting his nails drag down his back.
“Ryo,” Shige groans, and he thrusts his hips against Ryo’s like he’s fucking him and Ryo thinks that he could definitely be okay with that. He pulls at Shige’s belt buckle, then undoes his pants, and Shige is quick to move away and step out of his clothes, pull off his shirt. When he returns, he does the same to Ryo, until they’re lying there, heated skin pressed up together.
Ryo’s hand finds Shige’s cock and he teases him to full hardness, watches the way his eyes glaze over and he gasps heavily. Ryo can barely look away, working on mere instincts to pull Shige off.
“Okay, fuck, you have to stop,” Shige groans, but Ryo ignores him, pressing his thumb to that spot beneath the head, squeezing his fingers just a bit tighter. Shige swears loudly, and that is hot, but not nearly as hot as it is when Shige grabs Ryo’s hand and pins it up over his head. He pulls Ryo’s other arm up as well, holds them down against the bed with one hand and his eyes are so intense, now, as he stares at Ryo.
“Fuck,” Ryo says breathlessly, now impossibly turned on. He’s sure Shige can feel it, the way he starts to move his hips against him, their cocks brushing together in the best and worst ways. He could probably break straight free out of Shige’s hold, but he kind of likes it, likes the way it feels not to be able to reach out and touch him, even though he’s sure in a few short moments he’ll end up hating it.
And he’s right, when Shige gets a hand around his cock, Ryo wants nothing more than to hold onto something, anything, but merely settles for grasping at the thick air in the room as Shige strokes him firmly. He goes incredibly fast and then incredibly slow and it’s enough to make Ryo absolutely crazy, seething beneath him as he begins to draw nearer to his release only for Shige to slow down and let it all fade away.
“Let me come,” Ryo says angrily but Shige just shakes his head and replies in a low voice, “Not yet.”
“Why the fuck not,” Ryo shouts.
Shige smiles enigmatically at him but doesn’t respond and that angers Ryo even more. He struggles against Shige’s hold on his hands - he’d love to have the use of them to at least punch Shige in the face - but Shige shows surprising strength and Ryo can’t get away. He slumps back onto the bed and succumbs to the overwhelming feeling of Shige working him up too far only to take him back down just as fast.
“You could ask for it, you know,” Shige says, leaning in to lick his way down Ryo’s neck. His lips latch onto Ryo’s clavicle and suck softly at the skin there. “Ask for it and I might let you come.”
Ryo can’t believe this is Shige, can’t believe he’s fucking asking him to beg, as if Ryo would ever do that. “Fuck you,” he snaps instead and Shige just laughs into his shoulder.
“Maybe another time,” Shige says. “For now you really should beg.”
Ryo glares up at the ceiling instead but it really is starting to become too much, this constant back and forth between orgasm and not. He doesn’t know how much longer he can take but the last thing he wants to do is beg.
“No,” he says defiantly, expecting Shige to just let it go and continue, but instead Shige sighs, and to Ryo’s horror, drops his hand from his cock. Eyes widening, Ryo demands, “What're you doing?”
Shige just hums thoughtfully and doesn't answer, switches the hand that's holding Ryo’s arms over his head with his right and uses his left to rummage through the night stand. He retrieves lube and Ryo narrows his eyes at him.
“How would you know that's in there?”
Shige shrugs. “Lucky guess,” is all he says. He coats his fingers, nudges Ryo’s legs apart and pushes two fingers in at once. Ryo keens, back arching off the bed, head pressed back against the pillow and arms straining as he struggles to break free.
“Oh fuck Shige, touch me,” Ryo gasps as Shige hooks his fingers in deep, adds a third and hits him just right.
“Ah, I thought you weren't gonna beg.”
“I'm not,” Ryo snaps. “That wasn't begging, that was demanding. Do it or I'll--”
“What?” Shige says, brow arching as he slips his fingers out a bit and slows down.
Ryo fucking hates him right now. “You know I’m gonna kill you after this, right?”
Shige laughs and Ryo thinks maybe he won’t kill him too badly when Shige moves his fingers inside him again. “Yeah, I figured,” Shige replies, leaning forward until his lips ghost against Ryo’s. “But it’s worth it.”
Ryo kisses him first, taking out his frustration in pressing their lips together, slipping his tongue into Shige’s mouth to dictate it. Shige lets him, focuses instead on fucking him with his fingers, and Ryo is getting close now, he can feel it coiling up tight in his belly just waiting to come undone.
But he knows Shige is waiting for him to ask for it, to give in and just beg, and even though Ryo will never admit it aloud, it’s kind of incredibly hot, that, this whole domineering Shige, that he can’t help but let it out. “Please, please, please Shige, let me come. Please just touch me and make me come already.”
Shige hums again, trails his lips across Ryo’s jaw. “I guess that’s the most I’ll get out of you, isn’t it?”
“Damn right,” Ryo replies and they both laugh, though Ryo’s cuts out into a moan as Shige actually complies to his request and strokes him at the same pace as his fingers push in and out of him. “Oh my god,” Ryo breathes and he feels Shige’s smirk against his skin. “Don’t get all cocky,” Ryo snaps.
“Do you want me to stop again?” Shige retorts and knowing that Shige would, Ryo shuts up. Or as much as he can considering he can’t stop moaning, hips moving up into Shige’s touch and he lasts as long as it takes for Shige to lean in and breathe, “Come, Ryo,” into his ear.
And he does, hard, coming over Shige’s fingers as his body shudders almost violently from the sensation. He doesn’t realize Shige’s let go of his hands until he’s finally come down, slowly catching his breath from the intensity and searching for Shige to find his shoulder shaking above him as he works now to pull himself off.
Ryo knocks his hand away and does it himself, quips in a hoarse voice, “Let me,” and Shige doesn’t stop him, just presses his forehead to Ryo’s shoulder and gasps. Ryo only has to stroke him a few times before Shige’s coming too, and he shouts out as Shige’s teeth scrape against his skin.
“Fuck,” he hisses and Shige mumbles out an apology that sounds incredibly half-hearted but Ryo doesn’t entirely care. He just shoves Shige away and grabs some tissues from the nightstand to clean them up.
Ryo’s eyes fall on the clock and he groans, shoves at Shige and says, “Now can I sleep, or are you going to attack me again?”
“No, I’m good,” Shige says, sounding happy and sated, and Ryo grumbles at him.
“Then you can go sleep on the couch again,” he suggests and points out the door until Shige, gaping, actually does.
iv.
Ryo doesn’t expect to find a pair of shoes that don’t belong to him in the genkan when he returns from a late night filming for Shiwake with the rest of Kanjani8. He knows exactly who they belong to, so it’s not really surprising because Uchi tends to let himself into Ryo’s place all the time like he lives there, too. Uchi will retort that Ryo did give him a key, so really, Ryo can’t complain, but that’s beside the point. The last thing Ryo wants to deal with right now is Uchi, so he grumbles as he heads into the apartment and shouts, “Uchi, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“Nothing!” comes a totally uninnocent reply from down the hall.
Ryo’s eyes narrow because Uchi is most definitely in his bedroom, and--
Fuck.
Ryo rushes over, pushing the door open to find his friend sprawled across his bed like he owns it. “What’re you doing?” he questions, despite himself.
Uchi just grins, lets his hands run over the bedsheets. “I’ve heard through the grapevine that you have a really nice bed.”
Ryo wants to bang his head against the wall but somehow manages to keep an ounce of self-control. “So you broke into my apartment to see for yourself?”
“You gave me a key,” Uchi reminds him and Ryo regrets it, not for the first time. “I was curious,” he continues.
“And?” Ryo says, dropping his phone and wallet onto the small desk in the corner and walking slowly toward the bed. “What do you think?”
Uchi hums thoughtfully, spreads out a bit upon the bed and heaves in a deep breath. “It’s pretty nice,” he says. “Could be better, though.”
Ryo arches a brow. “Oh, really,” he says. “How?”
Uchi smirks, rolls over to grab Ryo’s elbow and pulls him onto the bed. “Like this,” he says and kisses him.
Ryo really thinks he should have seen that coming, kiss back eagerly and climbs onto the bed after Uchi. He pulls back after a moment and says, “This is actually starting to get kind of old.”
Uchi pouts. “Don’t say that,” he whines, pulls Ryo closer until he fits perfectly on top.
“Fine, fine,” Ryo sighs, “but this time I’m fucking topping. I’m sick of people taking advantage of me in my own fucking bed.”
“Whatever,” Uchi says dismissively, “just get on with it already.”
That Ryo can do, shutting up and pulling Uchi into a kiss much more heated than the first. Ryo slides his hand up under Uchi’s shirt, knuckles bumping against nipples and drawing low moans of pleasure from Uchi's lips that he swallows. He quite likes being in control this time around, slowly rolling his hips down against Uchi's and making him whimper instead of the other way around.
And Uchi just lets him, thankfully easy like that, fingers fisting into the back of Ryo’s t-shirt as he rocks up into Ryo’s movements. Ryo breaks their kiss to suck his flesh down Uchi's long throat, which becomes even more enticing as he leans his head back to give Ryo better access.
Uchi rests his hands on Ryo’s waist and Ryo likes how they feel, big and firm, and oh-so warm against his skin, seeping through the skin fabric of his shirt. He bucks his hips down again and again and soon Uchi reciprocates, and it’s like they’re fucking with their clothes still on and it’s incredible. So good, in fact, that Ryo doesn’t feel the need to stop, almost content just continuing like this, their erections rubbing wonderfully together.
"Oh god, stop, stop,” Uchi exclaims suddenly, pressing a hand against Ryo’s shoulder to stop him. “Unless you fucking want me to come in my pants,” Uchi gasps, and although it takes all of Ryo’s willpower to do so, he stills his hips, looks into Uchi's eyes.
“I don’t know, it could be kind of hot.”
“No, it’d be gross,” Uchi grumbles. “If you’re gonna do this, do it properly.”
Ryo rolls his eyes. “Fuck, it just figures you'd be annoying in bed.”
“Figures you would be a dick,” Uchi retorts, and then pauses for a moment before he adds, “Speaking of which, will you fucking touch me already.”
Ryo glowers, starting to get seriously irritated. “Will you fucking shut up for five seconds?”
“Make me,” Uchi says, both a taunt and a retort, and Ryo has really had enough. He leans in and kisses him hard, tongue delving into his mouth and making it impossible for either of them to speak. He works open Uchi’s jeans and Uchi helpfully wriggles his hips to get them down far enough to suffice. When Ryo wraps his fingers around Uchi’s erection, Uchi pulls away to cry out loudly and just the sound makes Ryo harder, hotter, and unable to hold back.
“Grab the lube,” Ryo says, nods toward the nightstand and Uchi does without question. He pulls away, letting Uchi’s cock fall from his hand and Uchi makes a deflated noise like a balloon running out of air. Ryo quirks a brow in amusement but Uchi just glares at him, clearly disapproving of the lack of contact, and Ryo just steps off the bed and says, “Prep yourself.”
Uchi opens his mouth to argue, but seems to think better about it and shuts it after a moment. He keeps his eyes trained on Ryo as he follows the order, kicking his jeans and underwear off to the floor and spreading his legs wide. He slips a coated finger slowly inside and Ryo’s breath catches as he watches, his hands that are working on undoing his own pants freezing as his mind goes near blank.
A triumphant look fills Uchi’s face and it’s clear he’s taking pleasure in making Ryo react like this, putting on a show as he adds in a second finger, then a third, and gasps when he gets to where he needs to be. That’s all Ryo can stand to watch, though, and he quickly strips out of his clothes and joins Uchi on the bed again, pulling his hand away and instantaneously pushing his cock inside instead.
They both groan at once, a long, rumbling noise like a car engine, and Uchi’s the one to push his hips first, snapping Ryo out of the thick, mind-boggling sensation to respond likewise. He goes fast and deep and hard, not able to do much else when Uchi is hot and tight and perfect around him. Uchi doesn’t complain, just cries out favorably and lets his fingernails dig into Ryo’s forearms.
“Ryo, I-I’m not, I’m not going to--” Uchi says breathlessly, eyes clenching shut, and he reaches between them to wrap a hand around his own aching cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Ryo says, Uchi’s body tightening even more around him and he struggles to fight past it, pressing in a little harder, pushing Uchi’s legs back against his chest to get in deeper.
“There, right there,” Uchi screams, and Ryo complies, thrusting his hips right where Uchi wants it, and it’s just one, two, three more times before he’s coming, loud enough that Ryo’s sure his neighbors can hear.
He leans in and kisses him to shut him up, keeps pounding into the now impossible heat until he finally comes, too.
Ryo collapses atop of Uchi afterward, his whole body giving out on him, and he’s pretty content to just stay like that until Uchi squirms and whines and pokes at him. Grumbling, Ryo slides over onto his back and stares up at the ceiling in quiet bliss, considering.
“I can’t decide if this bed is the best or worst thing I’ve ever bought,” he says after a moment.
Uchi’s answer is instant. “Best. Definitely the best,” he says, and as Uchi leans over to kiss him again, Ryo thinks he’s probably right about that.
v. bonus
Ryo opens the door to find Yamapi standing in the hallway.
“So,” Yamapi says cheerfully, “I hear you have a sex bed.”
Ryo slams the door in his face.