Porn Practice Drabbles I
pi / ryo :: midori
The alcohol is sweet against his tongue, mixed with the Club Soda, and it's like drinking melted shaved ice.
"I can't believe you have this in your pantry. You're such a girl," Ryo sneers, settling into the couch, drink in hand.
"Shut up. It's good." Pi sits next to him, the same green drink in his hand.
An hour later on the same couch, Ryo drunkenly thinks that maybe he shouldn't underestimate liqueurs, cause hey, alcohol is alcohol, and his whole body feels tingly and unresponsive to his brain's commands. Pi turns towards him, and Ryo can't help but think Pi doesn't look quite as drunk.
"Okay. It's good," Ryo says.
Pi grins and scoots closer to Ryo. He lifts a hand and places it on Ryo's knee, squeezing, scratching underneath his knee. Ryo tries to push the hand off, but he doesn't have the coordination and almost falls off the couch. Pi laughs and pulls him closer, until Ryo is practically sitting in Pi's lap. Ryo tries to come up with some response, but his words are slurred and Pi doesn't understand. The hand is back, but now it's resting against this stomach, fingering the hem of his shirt. Ryo suddenly feels very small in Pi's lap.
There's a clinking noise and when Ryo looks down, his belt is off and Pi's hand is definitely unbuttoning his jeans.Again, Ryo tries to push the hand off, but it doesn't go so well. Pi grins against Ryo's neck and uses his other arm to keep Ryo's hands out of the way. Once his jeans are open, Pi's hand rubs against the front of Ryo's boxers, poking the tip through the cotton.
Ryo fidgets and tells Pi to stop.
But he doesn't; he keeps rubbing and poking, tracing the line of Ryo's semi-erect cock with his finger tip. Ryo's heart starts pounding in his chest, a certain sense of fear coming upon him. He moves again, struggling to free himself. Pi grabs the tender skin of Ryo's inner thigh and digs his fingernails in.
"Be good, Ryo-chan. I'm trying to be nice here."
Ryo's shoulders shake and asks Pi to please let him go.
Pi says no, and goes back to teasing him through his boxers. Ryo hates himself for getting hard, his erection straining against the boxers and Pi carefully pulls them down and out of the way, wrapping his hand around Ryo and sighing.
"Doesn't this feel good?"
Ryo shakes his head.
"I find that hard to believe," he says, digging his thumb into the slit at the very top.
Ryo's body jolts and he kicks out, hitting the table, sending a pile of magazines and his empty glass falling on the floor. Pi doesn't seem to care about that though, because he just keeps moving his hand, squeezing around the base and fingering the top slit, looking over Ryo's shoulder, watching. Ryo chokes on his breath, head lolling back against Pi. The minutes drag on, the room silent except for Ryo's heavy breathing and the slapping sound whenever Pi's hand comes down too quickly.
When Ryo comes, he bites his lip so hard it bleeds. His body shakes with aftershocks and he feels Pi wipe his hand on Ryo's jeans. He'd complain about it, but Ryo's having a hard time grasping the whole situation. It only gets worse when Pi pushes him down onto the couch, tugging on the waist of Ryo's jeans.
"Ryo-chan, you'll return the favor, right? It's only fair..."
He doesn't wait for Ryo's answer, just leans over and reaches under the couch, pulling out a bottle. Ryo presses his face into the couch and isn't terribly surprised when he feels a wet something against his backside, poking inside.
Ryo jerks again, making an almost-whimper in his throat and choking out, "Pi, don't-"
But the other just rubs a soft hand against Ryo's back while he presses in a second finger and leans over Ryo's body, nuzzling the back of his neck. The fingers retreat and Ryo exhales loudly, like he's relieved, until he feels Pi move on the couch again and suddenly his mind is catching up and is about to say something and Pi pushes into him, completely, with no real warning. Ryo sobs into the couch for just a second, body trembling while Pi pulls out and pushes back in, hips flush with Ryo's backside.
Pi's hand rubs circles on Ryo's back through the whole thing, and Ryo is too tired and upset to do anything but take it, and hope Pi doesn't last long. It's not an excruciating pain, just a dull, odd feeling that he doesn't like being forced into. At one point, Pi leans back over Ryo's body, kissing the side of his neck.
"Ryo-chan is such a good friend," Pi mutters. "My best friend."
Pi bites his ear and bucks against Ryo, moaning and lies on top of Ryo for a long minute before he finally pulls out. He feels something wet run down his leg and is too scared to look. He reaches out in the general direction where he knows Pi has a box of kleenex, but just ends up knocking it further away. Pi grabs it and puts it in Ryo's hand. He takes a single sheet, wipes his leg, shuddering at the feeling, and throws the used tissue on the floor without looking. Pi pats Ryo's hip - practically his ass - before getting up and walking into the kitchen, biting loudly into an apple.
pi / shige :: photo
The first one is of a beach, deserted, off in the distance is a single figure, standing with just their feet at the water's edge.
The second one is a pair of feet, half buried in sand.
The third one, is a mess, half-black, half-light blue. A candid shot that neither the photographer or model expected to happen.
Pi is uncaring, grabbing the camera out of Shige's hand just before he takes the third picture and tosses it onto the other side of the towel, out of Shige's reach. He moves, kneeling in front of Shige, dragging sand on the towel and Shige's about to warn Pi about sand in uncomfortable places when he's pushed onto his back, and Pi's eyes become dark. Shige knows that look, the one he can't resist. He lets Pi move above him, rubbing his bare erection over Shige's hipbone while he gives the other a rough handjob, a few particles of sand working their way into Shige's shorts.
Shige mutters a complaint, something about the dull pain of the sand and Pi doesn't react, doesn't say anything. He keeps moving, humping Shige on the deserted beach, tightening his grip on Shige. Pi loses it first. The warmth of the sun above them, and the heat rising off Shige is too much, and he lets himself go, tensing and grinding especially hard one last time. Pi's still breathing deeply, and Shige starts to get impatient, reaching into his own shorts, and wrapping his hand around Pi's, starting up the motions once again.
Pi flops against Shige's side, breathing against his neck and letting Shige direct the last of the actions.
"What about the sand?" He asks.
But Shige doesn't answer. He turns his head, looks Pi straight in the eyes before coming in both their hands.
koyama / shige :: snack
Groups shots are done, and now it's just duos; Koyama and Shige go first and spend the next 30min alone in the dressing room. There's a small bowl of fruit on the coffee table that an aide says the two are more than welcome to enjoy. Koyama thanks him while Shige pokes around the contents. He hears the door click shut, and with much purpose, pulls a banana from the bowl sits on the couch opposite the mirrors.
Once he can feel Koyama's eyes on him, Shige looks over the banana, checking for any brown spots, and when he finds none, runs a thumb from one end to the other, and exhales as he unpeels it.
He hears Koyama knock something over and swear.
Shige practically deep throats the whole thing, before pulling back and biting off the tip.
Koyama coughs.
Next, he bites a piece off the side, sucking on it first and licking a small piece dangling off. After that, a huge bite, his mouth full, chewing slowly with his eyes closed. He hears Koyama move, and then the couch cushions shift. Shige pulls down the rest of the skin, only one more regular sized bite left. He turns.
"Koyama, do you want the last bite?"
"No," he says. "You can finish it."
And without breaking eye contact, Shige takes the last bite, leaning over the banana painfully slowly and making a whore-ish "ahhh" sound. He chews for a second, before standing up and taking the peel to the trash can. When Shige looks back, Koyama is still watching.
"Are you done?"
Shige smiles, and meanders back to the couch, taking the long way around the table and sitting on the edge of it, across from Koyama. The air is heavy between them, and neither moves, until Koyama leans towards Shige and pulls him off the table by his leg. Shige doesn't complain about it or get back up, he just catches himself on the edge of the couch and presses his face into Koyama's stomach. His hands unbuckle Koyama's belt and tug clothes out of the way.
Shige settles himself and drags his face down until he feels Koyama's half-hard penis bump his chin. Shige leans back just enough to get a better angle, and then sucks on just the head, swirling his tongue around it. He hears Koyama sighs, sit back against the couch and covers one of Shige's hands with his own.
Shige opens his throat and takes in all of Koyama, swallowing around the head and then pulling back, licking from base to top. Koyama's hand tightens and Shige gets the message.
He swallows Koyama again, and then immediately pulls back, his mouth working the entire shaft, sucking hard. Koyama's shaking a little bit, and some how, Shige finds it endearing. Koyama's other hand finds the back of Shige's head and holds them tight together, until Koyama pulls back and starts fucking Shige's mouth at a faster pace than Shige could have managed. Shige stills himself, hovering over Koyama's crotch, and looks up, just to be met with Koyama's eyes, foggy with lust, blinking down at him. His face is red and mouth slightly open. Koyama's hand jerks and if at all possible, he pulls Shige even closer, sliding down a little bit on the couch.
"So greedy," Koyama says, and Shige smiles with his eyes. "You want it."
Shige groans, the vibrations sending Koyama over the edge, body jerking, spilling himself. Koyama blinks, for the first time in what feels like forever, and then he feels Shige swallow. Koyama picks himself up on the couch, sitting properly against the backrest. Shige lets Koyama fall from his mouth, then drags the back of his hand across his mouth. Shige moves to the couch, leaning against Koyama's side, and they both rest for a minute before Koyama tucks himself back into his pants and properly buckles everything. From his left pocket, he pulls out a tube of chapstick and hands it to Shige, who makes quite a show about putting it on and smacking his lips. When he's done, Shige leans over Koyama's lap, puts it back in the same pocket and then drags his hand across Koyama's abdomen, practically feeling him up in the process.
Koyama slides on the couch and leans his head against the armrest. "I need a nap," he says. And Shige gets up, openly wondering about how the photo shoots are going for the others.
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I have some others (KoyaPi, ShigeKoya, ShigeRyo, RyoKoya) that I'm still working on, but they're being difficult and hard to write and I wanted to post what I had already finished.
Edits, por favor.