[Subaru/Ryo/Yasu] Kink
Title: Kink
Authors: wintersjuly, araanaz9, pinkpapyrus, travelingpsycho
Pairing: Subaru/Ryo/Yasu
Rating: R, borderline NC-17
Summary: Yasu thinks there's something distinctly unfair about being the only one in chains.
Note: This is an accidental round robin fic started in araanaz9's journal because she wrote about Pirate!Yasu and I got an idea and she nudged me on and everyone else joined in and it led to porn, obviously.
Yasu thinks hard about the Unfairness Of Existence. And Of Life And Generally Annoying Bandmates. He has better things to do usually, but usually he's not locked up in chains, watching other people eat while his stomach is growling in hunger. He feels an irresistible urge to kick someone.
It's not fair that he's the one who's chained up. It's not fair that they actually have locks on these chains even though they’re for a photoshoot, and it's especially not fair that when they jankened for who got to be chained up all of Kanjani8 beat him. (He senses a conspiracy, but not even Subaru owns up). And on top of that they didn’t even unlock him for lunch.
Yasu pulls resignedly at the chains. "This isn't fair," he mourns.
Subaru, eating away quite happily at his feet, looks up, beams and...gets right back to eating.
"I don't like you," Yasu informs him.
Subaru looks up again and grins, a bit of rice stuck to his chin. Yasu instinctually wants to reach for it and wipe it off, but the resistance when he tries reminds him that he's tied up and mad.
So he glares.
Then pouts.
Then whines a bit.
"Feed me something, at least!"
Subaru considers for a moment.
"Nope," he says cheerfully. "All mine!"
Yasu's not sure if his glare before was this lethal, but it had to be now.
Holding on to his restraints, he aims his foot at Subaru's head. Jerk deserves it. But Subaru hears the clunks of the chains and dodges the kick, catching Yasu's foot instead and holding on to it.
"Hello, foot-san," he says, tickling the arch of Yasu's foot. Yasu tries not to squirm, wriggling away from Subaru's evil hands and even more evil grin. Subaru only beams when Yasu tries to kick at him again. "Your owner's violent today."
Yasu sticks out his tongue at him.
Subaru bites at Yasu's ankle playfully and Yasu's protest turns into a strangled little noise. Subaru looks up to see that Yasu's face is red, but he doesn't look so annoyed anymore. The corner of Subaru's eyes crinkle in a smile and he leans in to lick at the spot he just bit, right above the ankle bone.
Yasu's always been embarrassingly loud when it comes to people touching him, especially in weird places like his elbow or the back of his knee or his ankle, just the way Subaru's licking up over the curve of his ankle and biting down very gently. He shudders very quietly, pressing his lips together, breath just a little fast.
When Subaru skims his teeth on Yasu's ankle bone, the chains grapple and chink loud enough to cover Yasu's moan. Subaru smiles and licks up Yasu's tense Achilles tendon, breathing just hot and wet enough to make Yasu's knees buckle.
"Stop it," Yasu hisses even though he doesn't mean it. They may not be alone much longer, and if anyone saw him like this...he can't bring himself to care.
"Shhh," Subaru whispers, breath hot against Yasu's skin.
Yasu lets out a weak whimper, but doesn't try to say more, eyes falling closed. Subaru repositions himself, now that he doesn't have to hold onto Yasu's foot anymore and lets his hand wander up Yasu's leg.
The pants they've put him in are covered in ragged holes and rips, and his shirt isn't much better (which sucks since it is kind of breezy). Subaru follows the trail of rips up his leg and around his side, fingers wandering around curiously, dipping into holes and rubbing against bare skin, following that with his mouth and tongue, licking and biting.
He gets to the front of Yasu's shirt and begins to slowly unbutton it, one by one, eyes dark and watching the way Yasu sucks in a breath sharply and lets it out loudly, jerking against him.
"Suba -" Yasu tries to murmur, but then he hears the door click open.
Subaru's warm fingers tense on Yasu's hips as he sharply angles chin over his shoulder. Yasu can't see the doorway past Subaru's hair, but he doesn't need to guess after he hears Ryo groan.
"You guys really don't care about intimacy."
"There are chains," Subaru points out in a very matter of fact voice (remarkably calm given the circumstances, even if he's not the one getting touched all over).
Yasu hears footsteps and then Ryo appears next to him. "Yeah, there are," he says in a strange voice.
"Yasu in chains," Subaru elaborates. He slides his thumb under the hem of Yasu's shirt and sweeps it over his hipbone. Yasu's breath catches in his throat.
Ryo stares. "Yeah."
Yasu's fingers tighten around the chains, sweaty palms slipping against warmed metal. Subaru's eyes are intent on Ryo, awaiting the next move. Ryo licks his lips.
"Do - do that again," he says, finally.
Subaru lowers his eyes, lashes feathering against high cheekbones and deliberately runs a finger lightly over Yasu's hipbone again.
Yasu makes an oddly choked sort of noise in the back of his throat, eyes very wide.
Subaru doesn't wait to be told what to do. He withdraws his hand and goes back to slowly unbuttoning Yasu's shirt, lowering his head to press feather-light kisses against the newly exposed skin.
Yasu holds his breath until the shirt is unbuttoned and pulled open. The air is cold on his bare chest, but Subaru's mouth is warm against his stomach. "You're a tease," he murmurs, and Ryo grunts something that's probably agreement.
"Mm," says Subaru, the puffs of air sending shivers across his skin.
"Mm," Yasu agrees, pulling against his chains because it's not fair that he doesn't get to touch Subaru back the same way, with the same amount of care and teasing. It's driving him mad until Ryo steps just a little bit closer, hand on the nape of Subaru's neck, and ducks in to kiss him slowly, distracting him from Subaru undoing his belt.
Subaru makes a sort of surprised noise, but then he relaxes into the kiss, opening his mouth against Ryo's. Yasu watches, half enthralled and half desperate for them to start paying attention to him again.
One of Subaru's hands is still lingering on his belt, so he arches up against it, more to remind Subaru he's there than because he can feel the touch. Subaru obediently starts undoing his belt one-handed, his other hand tight on Ryo's shoulder.
Ryo notices that Subaru's attempting to undo Yasu's belt, half distracted and fumbling about blindly, so he gently pushes away Subaru's fingers, and finishes it himself, threading his arms around Yasu's waist to pull it out of the belt loops.
Yasu gives a sigh of relief when the pressure's relieved on his cock and he almost chokes when Subaru drops down to his knees.
Ryo's hands slide up his back and Subaru's slide down his legs, taking pants and underwear with them, and Yasu shivers in anticipation. Ryo murmurs something against his neck, not quite comprehensible, and Yasu tilts his head back. He's not watching, so he's not at all prepared when Subaru's mouth goes over his cock, straight past teasing to sucking hard and moving up and down.
Yasu moans so loudly that Ryo puts a hand over his mouth. "Don't make too much noise," he whispers. "More than three could be awkward."
Yasu's not sure if this is supposed to encourage or discourage him because the thought of the rest of their band mates barging in on them is quite hot, but he licks at Ryo's palm until Ryo lets go and obediently shuts his mouth.
Ryo, now free to do whatever he likes, trails a hand down his neck, rubbing at his collarbone in tandem with Subaru's movements. The combination of warmth on his cock and his neck makes his head spin. He rolls his head back, groaning quietly.
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" Ryo asks, muffling Yasu's moans with his mouth. Yasu's not about to complain about the kiss, but he can't stop, not as long as Subaru keeps doing that and that and whatever it is he's doing.
He's forgotten about the chains until they clank above his head. Ryo chuckles and Subaru makes an approving sound that sends a shudder all through Yasu's body. He thinks that his wrists are really going to hurt if he keeps pulling but he just can't bring himself to care.
Ryo takes pity on him when he whimpers, though. He takes one of Yasu's wrists in his hand, massaging his wrist soothingly and moves his hand up until he entangles their fingers together. Minding Subaru down below, Ryo presses closer and whispers, "You have to hurry up. Lunch is nearly over."
He doesn't need to be told to hurry because he's already so close it almost hurts and all he can think is more more faster faster faster and then he squeezes Ryo's hand and comes, giving up on holding his moans back.
Subaru slows and then stops and swallows hard and smiles up at him. Ryo extracts his hand from Yasu's and shakes it out like it hurts. Neither of them says anything right away, just waits while Yasu catches his breath.
"AAAND CUTTO!"
Subaru wipes his mouth, misses most of it, and gapes upward. At the top of the artistically-stacked tower of crates, Hina and Yoko sit with video cameras. Two.
Hina waves his. "In case you catch one of us, there's a backup."
Yoko says, "I got the better angles, though. Hina can't really see Subaru from where he's sitting. By the way, buddy, nice swallow." Yoko winks cheerfully.
Yasu blinks upward.
Subaru gawks upward.
Ryo imagines the crates can't be stacked too reliably.
Authors: wintersjuly, araanaz9, pinkpapyrus, travelingpsycho
Pairing: Subaru/Ryo/Yasu
Rating: R, borderline NC-17
Summary: Yasu thinks there's something distinctly unfair about being the only one in chains.
Note: This is an accidental round robin fic started in araanaz9's journal because she wrote about Pirate!Yasu and I got an idea and she nudged me on and everyone else joined in and it led to porn, obviously.
Yasu thinks hard about the Unfairness Of Existence. And Of Life And Generally Annoying Bandmates. He has better things to do usually, but usually he's not locked up in chains, watching other people eat while his stomach is growling in hunger. He feels an irresistible urge to kick someone.
It's not fair that he's the one who's chained up. It's not fair that they actually have locks on these chains even though they’re for a photoshoot, and it's especially not fair that when they jankened for who got to be chained up all of Kanjani8 beat him. (He senses a conspiracy, but not even Subaru owns up). And on top of that they didn’t even unlock him for lunch.
Yasu pulls resignedly at the chains. "This isn't fair," he mourns.
Subaru, eating away quite happily at his feet, looks up, beams and...gets right back to eating.
"I don't like you," Yasu informs him.
Subaru looks up again and grins, a bit of rice stuck to his chin. Yasu instinctually wants to reach for it and wipe it off, but the resistance when he tries reminds him that he's tied up and mad.
So he glares.
Then pouts.
Then whines a bit.
"Feed me something, at least!"
Subaru considers for a moment.
"Nope," he says cheerfully. "All mine!"
Yasu's not sure if his glare before was this lethal, but it had to be now.
Holding on to his restraints, he aims his foot at Subaru's head. Jerk deserves it. But Subaru hears the clunks of the chains and dodges the kick, catching Yasu's foot instead and holding on to it.
"Hello, foot-san," he says, tickling the arch of Yasu's foot. Yasu tries not to squirm, wriggling away from Subaru's evil hands and even more evil grin. Subaru only beams when Yasu tries to kick at him again. "Your owner's violent today."
Yasu sticks out his tongue at him.
Subaru bites at Yasu's ankle playfully and Yasu's protest turns into a strangled little noise. Subaru looks up to see that Yasu's face is red, but he doesn't look so annoyed anymore. The corner of Subaru's eyes crinkle in a smile and he leans in to lick at the spot he just bit, right above the ankle bone.
Yasu's always been embarrassingly loud when it comes to people touching him, especially in weird places like his elbow or the back of his knee or his ankle, just the way Subaru's licking up over the curve of his ankle and biting down very gently. He shudders very quietly, pressing his lips together, breath just a little fast.
When Subaru skims his teeth on Yasu's ankle bone, the chains grapple and chink loud enough to cover Yasu's moan. Subaru smiles and licks up Yasu's tense Achilles tendon, breathing just hot and wet enough to make Yasu's knees buckle.
"Stop it," Yasu hisses even though he doesn't mean it. They may not be alone much longer, and if anyone saw him like this...he can't bring himself to care.
"Shhh," Subaru whispers, breath hot against Yasu's skin.
Yasu lets out a weak whimper, but doesn't try to say more, eyes falling closed. Subaru repositions himself, now that he doesn't have to hold onto Yasu's foot anymore and lets his hand wander up Yasu's leg.
The pants they've put him in are covered in ragged holes and rips, and his shirt isn't much better (which sucks since it is kind of breezy). Subaru follows the trail of rips up his leg and around his side, fingers wandering around curiously, dipping into holes and rubbing against bare skin, following that with his mouth and tongue, licking and biting.
He gets to the front of Yasu's shirt and begins to slowly unbutton it, one by one, eyes dark and watching the way Yasu sucks in a breath sharply and lets it out loudly, jerking against him.
"Suba -" Yasu tries to murmur, but then he hears the door click open.
Subaru's warm fingers tense on Yasu's hips as he sharply angles chin over his shoulder. Yasu can't see the doorway past Subaru's hair, but he doesn't need to guess after he hears Ryo groan.
"You guys really don't care about intimacy."
"There are chains," Subaru points out in a very matter of fact voice (remarkably calm given the circumstances, even if he's not the one getting touched all over).
Yasu hears footsteps and then Ryo appears next to him. "Yeah, there are," he says in a strange voice.
"Yasu in chains," Subaru elaborates. He slides his thumb under the hem of Yasu's shirt and sweeps it over his hipbone. Yasu's breath catches in his throat.
Ryo stares. "Yeah."
Yasu's fingers tighten around the chains, sweaty palms slipping against warmed metal. Subaru's eyes are intent on Ryo, awaiting the next move. Ryo licks his lips.
"Do - do that again," he says, finally.
Subaru lowers his eyes, lashes feathering against high cheekbones and deliberately runs a finger lightly over Yasu's hipbone again.
Yasu makes an oddly choked sort of noise in the back of his throat, eyes very wide.
Subaru doesn't wait to be told what to do. He withdraws his hand and goes back to slowly unbuttoning Yasu's shirt, lowering his head to press feather-light kisses against the newly exposed skin.
Yasu holds his breath until the shirt is unbuttoned and pulled open. The air is cold on his bare chest, but Subaru's mouth is warm against his stomach. "You're a tease," he murmurs, and Ryo grunts something that's probably agreement.
"Mm," says Subaru, the puffs of air sending shivers across his skin.
"Mm," Yasu agrees, pulling against his chains because it's not fair that he doesn't get to touch Subaru back the same way, with the same amount of care and teasing. It's driving him mad until Ryo steps just a little bit closer, hand on the nape of Subaru's neck, and ducks in to kiss him slowly, distracting him from Subaru undoing his belt.
Subaru makes a sort of surprised noise, but then he relaxes into the kiss, opening his mouth against Ryo's. Yasu watches, half enthralled and half desperate for them to start paying attention to him again.
One of Subaru's hands is still lingering on his belt, so he arches up against it, more to remind Subaru he's there than because he can feel the touch. Subaru obediently starts undoing his belt one-handed, his other hand tight on Ryo's shoulder.
Ryo notices that Subaru's attempting to undo Yasu's belt, half distracted and fumbling about blindly, so he gently pushes away Subaru's fingers, and finishes it himself, threading his arms around Yasu's waist to pull it out of the belt loops.
Yasu gives a sigh of relief when the pressure's relieved on his cock and he almost chokes when Subaru drops down to his knees.
Ryo's hands slide up his back and Subaru's slide down his legs, taking pants and underwear with them, and Yasu shivers in anticipation. Ryo murmurs something against his neck, not quite comprehensible, and Yasu tilts his head back. He's not watching, so he's not at all prepared when Subaru's mouth goes over his cock, straight past teasing to sucking hard and moving up and down.
Yasu moans so loudly that Ryo puts a hand over his mouth. "Don't make too much noise," he whispers. "More than three could be awkward."
Yasu's not sure if this is supposed to encourage or discourage him because the thought of the rest of their band mates barging in on them is quite hot, but he licks at Ryo's palm until Ryo lets go and obediently shuts his mouth.
Ryo, now free to do whatever he likes, trails a hand down his neck, rubbing at his collarbone in tandem with Subaru's movements. The combination of warmth on his cock and his neck makes his head spin. He rolls his head back, groaning quietly.
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" Ryo asks, muffling Yasu's moans with his mouth. Yasu's not about to complain about the kiss, but he can't stop, not as long as Subaru keeps doing that and that and whatever it is he's doing.
He's forgotten about the chains until they clank above his head. Ryo chuckles and Subaru makes an approving sound that sends a shudder all through Yasu's body. He thinks that his wrists are really going to hurt if he keeps pulling but he just can't bring himself to care.
Ryo takes pity on him when he whimpers, though. He takes one of Yasu's wrists in his hand, massaging his wrist soothingly and moves his hand up until he entangles their fingers together. Minding Subaru down below, Ryo presses closer and whispers, "You have to hurry up. Lunch is nearly over."
He doesn't need to be told to hurry because he's already so close it almost hurts and all he can think is more more faster faster faster and then he squeezes Ryo's hand and comes, giving up on holding his moans back.
Subaru slows and then stops and swallows hard and smiles up at him. Ryo extracts his hand from Yasu's and shakes it out like it hurts. Neither of them says anything right away, just waits while Yasu catches his breath.
"AAAND CUTTO!"
Subaru wipes his mouth, misses most of it, and gapes upward. At the top of the artistically-stacked tower of crates, Hina and Yoko sit with video cameras. Two.
Hina waves his. "In case you catch one of us, there's a backup."
Yoko says, "I got the better angles, though. Hina can't really see Subaru from where he's sitting. By the way, buddy, nice swallow." Yoko winks cheerfully.
Yasu blinks upward.
Subaru gawks upward.
Ryo imagines the crates can't be stacked too reliably.