Thin, Opposite, Denim (Porn Practice Drabbles II)
ryo / koyama :: thin
Koyama whimpers when Ryo runs a calloused hand down his stomach, dragging his fingernails against the skin, leaving red lines in its wake. Ryo doesn’t flinch, just keeps moving, digging fingernails into the junction between hips and Koyama’s thigh, no clothing there to protect the sensitive skin, and Koyama flinches. Ryo steps closer, pushing Koyama’s back into the sharp edge of the table, rough denim against Koyama’s skin.
Koyama tilts his head, looking for a kiss, and for a moment, as Ryo leans in, he thinks he’ll get one. But he should have known better - Ryo bites his bottom lip instead, digging his teeth in, eyes open, watching Koyama, who whines. But even through the denim, Ryo can feel Koyama’s erection jerk, and he knows that sad sound is a lie.
He leans back, stares while Koyama’s tongue licks across the inside of his lip, feeling the cut and tasting the slightest tang of blood. Koyama shudders and exhales shakily.
In a swift move, Ryo kicks Koyama’s feet out from under him, and the other falls to his knees, barely catching himself on Ryo’s hips. Ryo fists a hand in Koyama’s hair and drags him closer, Ryo’s erection obvious even though the denim, and Koyama knows what he wants.
He wastes no time - it’ll only aggravate Ryo - getting the belt off and starting to slide the jeans and boxers down, before Ryo tugs his hair sharply and says, “They stay on.”
So, Koyama leaves the jeans and boxers sitting low on Ryo’s hips and opens his mouth. Ryo fists his other hand in Koyama’s hair - one on each side - and then slides into Koyama’s mouth, the other closing around it, sucking once, before Ryo pulls out and starts fucking his mouth without regard.
It hurts a little. Maybe more than a little. Ryo slamming in, as far as possible, Koyama fighting his own gag reflex, the zipper of Ryo’s pants scratching the underside of his jaw. But nevertheless he can’t help but groan around Ryo’s erection and lean into it, trying to get more.
He doesn’t realize how closely Ryo is watching him until it’s too late. Koyama slides a hand down from Ryo’s hip and tentatively fists his own erection. The pleasant feeling lasts only a second before Koyama’s being dragged to feet and pushed to the table, face down, Ryo’s hand on Koyama’s neck. And Koyama knows he fucked up.
“What was that?”
Koyama swallows and cants his hips back, brushing Ryo’s erection, hoping that Ryo will get distracted. But he doesn’t, and Ryo can read Koyama well enough to know what he was trying. The sharp slap that falls onto his ass isn’t a complete surprise to Koyama.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ryo barks, pushing down on Koyama’s neck. “Answer!”
“I just- It. I’m sorry.”
“Like that’ll be enough.”
He lets up on Koyama’s neck, dragging his hand down Koyama’s spine, leaving red welts behind. Koyama’s too scared to move, keeping his face pressed to the wood table and fighting to move with Ryo’s hand.
“How many do you think those two transgressions have earned you?”
“Five?”
Ryo laughs.
“… Ten?”
Ryo squeezes a cheek in his hand, contemplating ten for a moment before saying, “No.”
Koyama, very quietly says, “15?”
“Alright,” Ryo breathes, leaning over Koyama’s body and grinding his erection against Koyama’s ass. “15.”
Ryo stands back up, moves a step to the left, getting a better angle, and kicks Koyama’s legs further apart. Without any warning, brings his hand down on Koyama’s right cheek. Koyama yelps, body jerking, his pelvis getting shoved into the edge of the table.
The first five fall on the right, the second five on the left. And by those first ten, Koyama’s ass is bright red, aching a little, and each successive slap only stings more. But even through that pain, Koyama’s erection doesn’t fade, if anything, he gets harder and tips his hips up, like he wants more.
After those first 10, Ryo stops, like he’s the one who needs a break. In each hand, he kneads a cheek, Koyama’s skin hyper-sensitive, and the other groans.
“Are you sorry?”
“Yes! I’m very sorry! Please forgive me!”
“Don’t move, and be good for the last five.”
Ryo moves away from Koyama after that, his pants hitting the floor and the cap of a bottle pops open. Koyama knows that sound and his twitch. Ryo laughs, and when he steps closer again, his erection is right against Koyama’s ass and Koyama nearly sobs - so close, yet so far.
There’s no forewarning before a wet finger slides in to the knuckle and bends, and if the table hadn’t been holding him up, Koyama probably would have fallen to the floor. Ryo’s body shifts, but the finger doesn’t move, and then the eleventh slap falls, and Koyama pants into the wood.
A second finger pushes in, rough like the first, then Ryo shoves them in far, knocking Koyama against the table again. The twelfth spank goes like the previous, only Koyama feels it even more intensely. The two fingers slide out and push in, out and in, Ryo digging his knuckles into Koyama’s skin. And the last time they slide in, there’s a third, pushing and stretching, with a maybe just too little lube on it, and Koyama feels the burn and it’s good.
The last three are in quick succession, like a machine gun, and even now, Koyama can hear Ryo’s heavy breathing. His ass strings, and any touch to it causes his body to tremble, but when Ryo pulls his fingers out, and pushes his erection in, muttering about Koyama’s hot skin, all he feels is unbridled pleasure.
Koyama stretches out, hands above his head, holding on the far edge of the table, not wanting to get in trouble for a third time in one night. Ryo’s hands are on his thighs, thumbs brushing against his balls every couple of thrusts. His pace is frantic, hurried, brutal. Ryo leans over his back, biting into skin, leaving angry red marks all over, and each time he starts a new one, a fresh bite, Koyama cries out and pushes his hips back, trying to get more of Ryo.
After what seems like ages since its last touch, Ryo wraps a hand around Koyama’s erection and sinks his teeth into the first red welt on Koyama’s back.
“Are you sorry?” Ryo growls.
“Yes!”
“Then I forgive you.” Ryo tightens his hand around the base of Koyama’s dick. “Now come.”
And like his body had been waiting for those simple words, Koyama lets himself go, spilling across the floor and Ryo’s hand.
Ryo’s pace doesn’t change or let up for the sake of giving Koyama a moment to rest; he keeps racing towards his own release, moving his dirtied hand up to Koyama’s mouth, who cleans the mess from Ryo’s fingers one a time.
Just before Ryo comes, he pushes Koyama hips hard up onto the table, making the other nearly immobile and harshly thrusting in a few last times before coming. Ryo rests after that, hands still rigid, fingers digging into Koyama’s skin, catching his breath. When he pulls out, dragging Koyama’s hips down off the table, a thick, white stream follows him, running down Koyama’s leg, and Ryo keeps a hand on Koyama’s hip, telling him to stay still, and Ryo watches it run down Koyama left leg until it gets stuck near Koyama’s knee.
“Good boy,” Ryo says, patting Koyama’s lower back, purposefully half-over an angry-looking bite mark, just to see Koyama tremble and angle his hips outwards, like a generous invitation.
shige / ryo :: opposite
An hour ago, in a cab: Ryo makes a confession to Shige, both of them warm and tipsy from alcohol.
"I got dragged to this weird bar a couple months back by some people I know," he mutters into his jacket collar, not even sure if Shige's listening. "I went home with a guy I met there. I woke up next to him in the morning."
Shige's leg twitches next to Ryo's. "You fucked him?"
Ryo picks at a loose thread on his jeans. "In a manner of speaking."
"Why tell me?"
"I knew you wouldn't judge."
"Who says I'm not?"
"Shige-"
The cab pulls up to an apartment complex - Ryo's. The door pops open and he gets out, openly surprised when Shige follows him out.
50 minutes ago, in an apartment: Ryo offers Shige a drink - water, juice, Aquarius - and Shige declines.
"No. Now tell me about this guy."
Ryo frowns, and goes into the kitchen to get something for himself. "There's nothing to tell!"
He turns around, and Shige's there, cornering him against the fridge.
"You're hiding something."
"No, I'm-"
"Was this experimenting or a pent-up desire that you can only get out every so often?"
"I don't-"
"Does any one else know?"
"No!"
Shige smirks, Ryo glares.
40 minutes ago, in a kitchen: Ryo finds his lower back digging into the counter, his fingers fisted in the shirt over Shige's back, head pitched up, towards Shige's, and his lips demanding.
He can feel Shige smile against them, gently mocking him. And while normally, Ryo would fight back against Shige about something like that, this time, he doesn't care, as long as Shige keeps kissing him and pressing their bodies together.
30 minutes ago, in a bedroom: Shige pulls off Ryo's shirt, then his own, and Ryo trips backwards, falling onto his bed, and then sits up, right on the edge of the mattress.
Shige follows, eyes dark and promising, and Ryo's hand goes straight for Shige's belt buckle, getting it out of the way and slipping Shige's jeans down and out of the way. He cups Shige through his boxers, and Shige sighs, a hand coming to rest on Ryo's shoulder. Ryo strokes him through the cotton, trembling with anticipation the harder Shige gets.
Shige pushes against his shoulder, and Ryo lies down on the bed, lets Shige divest him of his pants. He moans and rocks his hips when he feels Shige's lips against his bellybutton, and a hand running up his thigh, sneaking into his underwear.
20 minutes ago, in a bed: Ryo's on his side, facing away from Shige, who's holding Ryo's right leg out of the way.
"Now?" Shige asks against the skin of Ryo's neck.
He nods, and a second later, feels Shige press in, the head of his erection slipping past the ring of muscle. Ryo moans and clutches a pillow. Shige swears, and keeps sliding in, all the way, until he starts pulling Ryo nearer to his own body, trying to get them that much closer. He rolls his hips, reveling in the feeling, and a choked, "Shige," falls from Ryo's mouth.
10 minutes ago, against a headboard: Ryo's on his back, Shige leaning over him, the two of them rocking together, the pace fast and hard.
In Ryo's left hand, sheets. In his right, his own cock, the rhythm uneven, his mind delirious with pleasure. Both his legs wrapped around Shige's body in some fashion.
Shige's face and body are red with exertion, and Ryo can feel the heat coming off him, and that just pushes him even closer to climax, thinking about how much Shige's into it.
"Nishiki-"
"Ryo."
They lock eyes, Shige muttering a pleased "Ryo," before his shoulders tense and he presses hard against Ryo one last time, rocking gently for a few moments afterwards. And that soft feeling is what sends Ryo over the edge, the hint of tenderness that he didn't feel last time, and comes in his own hand.
Now, sated: Shige's sitting against the headboard, alone, while Ryo puts his clothes in the washer, so that they'll be clean in the morning. He hears the lid close and then Ryo walks back into the bedroom, wearing a pair of boxer-briefs.
"Is that your way of keeping me here all night?"
He shrugs and points to the dresser. "Do you want to borrow a pair of underwear?"
"I don't really see the point. If you want to grope me in the night, you're going to do it regardless of what I'm wearing."
Ryo smiles, climbing into bed, settling on his back next to Shige. "I suppose you're right."
koyama / shige :: denim
They fall on the hardwood floor, scratching at each other's clothing and wet lips sliding across skin. They knock into the shelf and some books fall off, hitting Shige in the back, but he doesn't stop. Koyama's shirt is stuffed up under his armpits and the first button of his jeans is popped. It's enough for Shige, and he wiggles his hand in, thumb brushing against the head, and Koyama groans, slams his head back into the wall.
"Don't hurt yourself," Shige mutters, popping the other button with his free hand, and wrapping his hand completely around Koyama.
Koyama's hips jerk in time with Shige's hand, and he reaches out, grabbing Shige's shirt and pulling it over his head, dropping it absently next to them. Shige licks his lips and dives for Koyama's neck, sucking on the skin behind an ear. His hand pulls out, but only to drag Koyama's jeans down his legs, followed immediately by his boxers. He scoots in between Koyama's legs, returning to his previous action, hand tight around Koyama.
Koyama pitches himself forward, leaning his weight more on Shige now than the wall. He fumbles with Shige's belt buckle for a long moment before it clicks open, and he sighs - with much apparent happiness - as he runs the back of his hand down the length of Shige's erection. Shige moans against Koyama's neck, and squeezes his hand around Koyama, who reciprocates the action.
Shige presses his thumb against the bundle of nerves under the head of Koyama's cock, sending a shiver up his spine, before Koyama moves his hand and does the same. Shige changes his grip, and a few seconds later, so does Koyama. When Shige trails a finger down and squeezes around the base, Koyama is only a step behind.
When Shige lets go of Koyama to push his own pants further down, Koyama keeps his hand still - for the most part. He can’t help but tease Shige, rubbing his thumb over the head. Shige presses Koyama back, so he’s leaning against the wall, and then tugs Koyama’s pants down further as well. He drags himself closer, the two of them nearly flush from hips to chest, and he’s about to grab Koyama again, when the other grins, eyes half-lidded, and presses their hips and erections together, using both hands to encircle them together. Shige groans, shudders and kisses Koyama, wet and sloppy, far too focused on the feeling of Koyama’s skin - soft and rough - pressing and moving against him.
Shige rocks himself back and forth into the confines of Koyama’s hands and erection, and it’s obvious from his face that he won’t last long. Mouth agape, panting, skin flushed a pretty red color and just a tiny bit of sweat along his brow. When he does come, his teeth clench together, groans “Koya-“ before it devolves into nonsense and his dick twitches in Koyama’s hand.
Koyama watches intently through the whole thing, and when Shige cracks open his eyes and peers at Koyama, all he can see is happiness. Shige bats Koyama’s hand away, taking over for him, and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Koyama’s lips. He doesn’t have the greatest finesse, but Koyama doesn’t care, just keeps watching Shige.
A minute later he comes himself, muttering a soft, “Shige, I-“ before it’s too late. He leans back against the wall, trying to catch his breath, while Shige reaches for a box of tissues and cleans them both up. Shige scoots closer still between Koyama’s legs, and presses his face into Koyama’s shoulder.