NOT MINE
POSTING FOR A FRIEND:
Author: sourangel
Title: Hebi
Pairing/Group: Yara/Yamamoto (Butoukan)
Rating: R
Notes: Why oh why did I write this?
Summary: Yamamoto has a secret to hide and Yara finally gets to show Yamamoto his snake.
“Truth or dare?”
Yamamoto sighed and looked around the circle, weighing his options. Judging from some of the dares the other boys had been subjected to, he felt taking truth was the safest route. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide.
“Truth,” he said confidently, looking back at Tamamori.
Tamamori and Senga exchanged glances and Yamamoto felt his stomach tighten. “Tell us the truth about what really happened with Ishibashi-sensei on the class trip.”
Damn it, having kouhai at school as coworkers really blew.
“You two suck and I’m never telling. Give me a dare.”
Tamamori puffed his cheeks out and sighed. “Fine, then jerk off Yara-kun…” Tamamori’s eyes got an evil glint. “…here, in front of all of us, and he has to come.”
Several of the boys starting whooping while Miyata poked Tamamori in the side and asked if that wasn’t going a bit too far. Tamamori seemed to ignore him and just continued to stare at Yamamoto defiantly. Suddenly Yamamoto regretted all of the times he had played pranks on Tamamori while they had been in school together. He never imagined it would come back to bite him in the ass quite like this. Sighing, he looked over at Yara, who was just leaning back on his hands with an amused expression on his face.
“I’m fine with it,” Yara said, already reaching for the button on his jeans and eying Yamamoto.
Swallowing as he watched Yara slide his zipper down, he tried to force down his nerves and paint his face with a cool expression. He had never done anything like this with a boy before, but the others didn’t need to know that.
Shifting closer to Yara, who now had worked his jeans down and off of his legs, Yamamoto placed his palm lightly over the large bulge in Yara’s boxers. He had clearly already been turned on from watching the other boys act out their dares. Yamamoto only hoped this fact would make his job easier.
As Yamamoto started to rub the bulge, Yara sighed and spread his legs a bit further.
“You might want to take those off if this is going to end anytime soon,” Fujigaya supplied helpfully, and Yamamoto willed his cheeks to stop burning.
Reaching for the waistband he tugged Yara’s underwear off and couldn’t help but openly stare at Yara’s now exposed cock. Yamamoto had been expecting Yara to be proportional to his body, small and thin, but instead Yara was long and thick. Several of the boys made lewd comments and Yara smiled smugly down at Yamamoto.
“Come and play with my snake, Ryota.” Yara said.
The complete lameness of the line made Yamamoto lose all of his embarrassment and he reached down to grip Yara firmly, beginning to stroke him from root to tip slowly. But just like his dancing style, Yamamoto couldn’t hold a steady rhythm for long and soon he was alternating between fast and slow, one moment focusing on Yara’s sensitive tip and the next stroking the entire length. It was enough to overload Yara’s senses, who leaned his head back and groaned loudly. Yamamoto's unpredictability was not at all what he was used to. Coupled with already being turned on for a while before Yamamoto had been dared and everyone watching, Yara lost it after only a few minutes. Most of his come covered Yamamoto’s hands, but some landed on Yamamoto’s cheek, and Yara groaned again at the sight of it.
Yamamoto stared at his hands, not quite knowing what to do with them until Fujigaya nudged a box of tissues toward him. Wiping his hand as Yara put himself back together, he turned to Senga.
“So, truth or dare?”
Author: sourangel
Title: Hebi
Pairing/Group: Yara/Yamamoto (Butoukan)
Rating: R
Notes: Why oh why did I write this?
Summary: Yamamoto has a secret to hide and Yara finally gets to show Yamamoto his snake.
“Truth or dare?”
Yamamoto sighed and looked around the circle, weighing his options. Judging from some of the dares the other boys had been subjected to, he felt taking truth was the safest route. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide.
“Truth,” he said confidently, looking back at Tamamori.
Tamamori and Senga exchanged glances and Yamamoto felt his stomach tighten. “Tell us the truth about what really happened with Ishibashi-sensei on the class trip.”
Damn it, having kouhai at school as coworkers really blew.
“You two suck and I’m never telling. Give me a dare.”
Tamamori puffed his cheeks out and sighed. “Fine, then jerk off Yara-kun…” Tamamori’s eyes got an evil glint. “…here, in front of all of us, and he has to come.”
Several of the boys starting whooping while Miyata poked Tamamori in the side and asked if that wasn’t going a bit too far. Tamamori seemed to ignore him and just continued to stare at Yamamoto defiantly. Suddenly Yamamoto regretted all of the times he had played pranks on Tamamori while they had been in school together. He never imagined it would come back to bite him in the ass quite like this. Sighing, he looked over at Yara, who was just leaning back on his hands with an amused expression on his face.
“I’m fine with it,” Yara said, already reaching for the button on his jeans and eying Yamamoto.
Swallowing as he watched Yara slide his zipper down, he tried to force down his nerves and paint his face with a cool expression. He had never done anything like this with a boy before, but the others didn’t need to know that.
Shifting closer to Yara, who now had worked his jeans down and off of his legs, Yamamoto placed his palm lightly over the large bulge in Yara’s boxers. He had clearly already been turned on from watching the other boys act out their dares. Yamamoto only hoped this fact would make his job easier.
As Yamamoto started to rub the bulge, Yara sighed and spread his legs a bit further.
“You might want to take those off if this is going to end anytime soon,” Fujigaya supplied helpfully, and Yamamoto willed his cheeks to stop burning.
Reaching for the waistband he tugged Yara’s underwear off and couldn’t help but openly stare at Yara’s now exposed cock. Yamamoto had been expecting Yara to be proportional to his body, small and thin, but instead Yara was long and thick. Several of the boys made lewd comments and Yara smiled smugly down at Yamamoto.
“Come and play with my snake, Ryota.” Yara said.
The complete lameness of the line made Yamamoto lose all of his embarrassment and he reached down to grip Yara firmly, beginning to stroke him from root to tip slowly. But just like his dancing style, Yamamoto couldn’t hold a steady rhythm for long and soon he was alternating between fast and slow, one moment focusing on Yara’s sensitive tip and the next stroking the entire length. It was enough to overload Yara’s senses, who leaned his head back and groaned loudly. Yamamoto's unpredictability was not at all what he was used to. Coupled with already being turned on for a while before Yamamoto had been dared and everyone watching, Yara lost it after only a few minutes. Most of his come covered Yamamoto’s hands, but some landed on Yamamoto’s cheek, and Yara groaned again at the sight of it.
Yamamoto stared at his hands, not quite knowing what to do with them until Fujigaya nudged a box of tissues toward him. Wiping his hand as Yara put himself back together, he turned to Senga.
“So, truth or dare?”