Tornado
TITLE: Tornado
PAIRING: RYOSHIGE
RATING: NC17
WORD COUNT: 2,123
WARNING: Breathplay
NOTES: From the spring anony smut meme.
He hadn't of ever thought of it; at least, not until it sort of accidently happened.
He had been on his stomach, cheek pressed into the pillow, Shige moving behind him, frantic, non-sensical grunting and moaning. They were both near the edge, just about to tip over. He had tried to press back and meet Shige's thrusts, desperate for that last little bit of stimulation. Shige's hadn't been expecting that and rocked roughly into him, knocking him off balance. The pillow slid and he ended up with a mouthful of cotton pillowcase and his nose pressed hard into the mattress. He could barely breathe, just the tiniest gasp of air getting to his lungs. His head turned funny, deep and dark, and Shige felt alive along his skin.
When he came just a second later, it was the most intense orgasm Ryo had ever had.
He thinks that his obsession over it is a temporary thing. It'll wear off in a week or so, just like the spanking and degrading dirty talk that Shige, while obviously uncomfortable with, only did to please Ryo. At the very least, he hopes this asphyxiation thing will wear off, simply because he really can't see Shige being able to go through with it.
Two weeks later, he has dozens of carefully hidden pornos on his hard drive, all of them featuring chocking or asphyxiation. When Shige's hands brush along his jaw or collarbone, he fantasizes that Shige wraps soft fingers around his neck, thumbs pressing against his adam's apple, slowing chocking the air out of him. He cums hard to those thoughts. Shige looks at him like he knows Ryo isn't completely with him when they're together like that, but he doesn't say anything. That's his nature; still occasionally weary of the depth of what they have, that Ryo would let some one younger and below him (in the company at least) have him so intimately.
After three weeks, he decides he needs it, some how. With Shige's hands, a belt, his face shoved into a pillow. Anything. He tries jacking off with his face pressed into the mattress, but he can't get it right, not without Shige behind him to help keep his balance; his knees keep slipping on the sheets. He hasn't noticed Shige looking at him with concerned eyes at regular points in the day.
After nearly four weeks, it surprises him when Shige sits across from him on the couch in his apartment and asks if he will put his guitar away for a moment.
"Why?" He asks.
"Because we need to talk," Shige replies.
He nods, slowly, setting aside the guitar, thinking this is the end.
Shige fidgets on the couch, suddenly looking everywhere but at him. "I-I... need you to tell me. About why you've been.... when we're together, why it's like you're not there. If it's some one else, or-"
"It's not a person!" Ryo nearly shouts, and Shige's eyes flash up to his.
"Then what is it?" Shige asks sadly.
He swallows and bites his lip. "I don't think I can ask you for this."
"R-Ryo... just tell me."
He sinks back into the couch. "It was an accident. I hadn't ever thought about it until a little bit ago."
"It's been nearly a month that you've been acting strangely," Shige says, and Ryo suddenly hates how observant Shige can be. "Just tell me."
"I....," he closes his eyes, completely unable to look at Shige as he says it. "I want you to choke me."
He can hear Shige's gasp, the way he moves from the creak of the springs in the couch. When he opens his eyes again, Shige's face is flushed and he looks scandalized.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why. I just do," he mutters, dejectedly.
Shige is utterly speechless until his brain catches up with the request. "You can die from that! It's not a harmless little bedroom kink, Ryo!"
"I trust you," is all he says.
Shige rubs his eyes and stands up, says "I need some air," and then leaves the apartment.
He just keeps sitting there, staring at the space Shige had previously been sitting.
It's 2 AM or so, when he hears the front door open, close and the lock click. He turns a little in bed, watches as Shige comes in and strips off his pants, jacket and scarf, then climbs into bed. He scoots closer and Shige reaches for his wrist.
"I can't."
Ryo makes a quiet whining noise in his throat.
"I just can't, Ryo."
He presses his face into Shige's shoulder, accepting that he's going to need to put this behind him, one way or another.
"But there are other ways."
He jerks up in bed. "What?"
"I can't choke you," Shige repeats. "But there are other ways of accomplishing asphyxiation that.... I think I could manage."
"Like?" He asks, voice high and cheerful, completely at odds with the subject under discussion.
Shige doesn't say anything, just raises a hand to Ryo's face, palm along his cheek and Ryo gets the idea.
"That'll work. I'm not picky. It's okay," he says, nearly frantically with anticipating, pressing himself against Shige.
Shige hand moves up to his shoulder, pushing against it, wanting Ryo to lie down, and he does. Flopping down immediately, hands over his head, staring up at the dark figure that is Shige. He traces Ryo's lips with his thumb, pressing the digit inside and Ryo sucks on it, excited and terrified at the same time. When Shige pulls it out, he wipes the spit off on Ryo's cheek, but he doesn't care. He takes off Ryo boxers, and then strips the rest of his clothes off.
Ryo sits up, just barely, just enough to get an arm around Shige's hips and his dick in his mouth, Shige moaning at the suddenness of it. It's silly, but it's like he's pouring all his gratitude into that blowjob, taking Shige in deep, to a point that is borderline uncomfortable. Just the thought of what is to come is making Ryo hard, but Shige dragging a hand from his ass, up his back and then pinching at the base of his neck only makes the need worse. The thought has been plaguing him for nearly a month and he doesn't want to wait anymore. He sucks hard, and the suction is almost too much for Shige who gasps and shudders. Shige's hard enough; experience tells him so, and he pulls away, lips red and shiny with spit.
He takes a long look at Shige, whose eyes are uncharacteristically serious. He turns around on the bed, flopping onto his back, legs on the side of Shige's knees, canting his hips up. Shige reaches for Ryo's half-hard cock, but Ryo bats him away.
"Just fuck me already. I can't take it anymore."
Shige looks at him for a moment, before sighing and reaching over into the nightstand.
He figures that if Ryo is looking to be asphyxiated, he's probably not against a little roughness. With lube on his fingers, Shige presses two right in, soaking up the surprised happy sound that Ryo makes. He asks for the third before Shige would have put it in, but he does so, watching Ryo's thighs twitch.
He slips on the condom, grabs Ryo's knees and drags him closer, pressing his cock in with nothing but a deep exhale as warning.
Ryo moans so loud it's nearly a shout, fingers scratching along Shige's forearms.
"Do it. Do it. Do it," he chants, like a perverted monk, and Shige shakes his head in an exasperated way.
With Ryo essentially distracted, he takes his dick in hand, pumping in time with his thrusts. Ryo grabs his wrist, nearly stopping him, tries to talk, but Shige's actions make it difficult.
"I don't... want to.... come until....."
"Fine, fine. Dammit," Shige mutters, pressing even closer to Ryo, so that their hips tight and flush together. Ryo's legs up by Shige's waist.
He leans forward, over Ryo, making him feel small. "I'm going to be watching your eyes. The second they get too fuzzy, I'm letting go."
Ryo nods, and then Shige pinches Ryo's nose between this thumb and forefinger, holding Ryo's jaw closed tight with his palm.
Ryo's lungs instinctively fight for air, his diaphragm moving up and down in jerky movements. Ryo thinks it feel amazing. The terror, the unknown, Shige's hand on his cock and smooth inside him, both like burning passion on his skin. His fingers scramble for Shige's skin, one hand landing on the forearm of the arm that's holding his nose and mouth. Shige almost pulls away, like that's what Ryo was asking for. But Ryo shakes his head, and Shige keeps fucking him while blocking his airways.
Ryo starts to feel drowsy, eyelids drooping, hands losing their grip on Shige. His diaphragm stops working so frantically, like it's giving up. The edge's around Shige turn fuzzy, as if Ryo is viewing him through a pair of glasses that aren't his prescription. It's like his body is stopping, but still has enough sense to feel. Where Shige is touching him, his skin is alive, tingling in a way he hasn't ever felt before.
And then it's gone, Shige's hand off his face, instead rubbing softly over his chest while Ryo's lungs gasp for breath.
"Why, why'd you stop?" Ryo manages to say after a minute, his voice oddly hoarse.
"Your eyes got too fuzzy," Shige says, like it's sensical, which it is. "I was worried."
Except for Ryo taking deep breaths and Shige running calming hands over Ryo's chest, they're both still.
"How was it?" Shige finally asks, almost sounding guilty.
Ryo's leg's twitch on either side of Shige. "Amazing." He pulls one of Shige's hands up to his face. "Don't stop. I'm okay now."
Shige's hand is relaxed over Ryo's face, like he's contemplating whether he can do it again or not, but when his palm moves and locks Ryo's jaw closed, Ryo smiles, heart pounding in anticipation. Shige starts fucking him again, picking up the pace, getting back to where they were right before he'd let go of Ryo's nose and mouth, and once he's there again, pinches Ryo's nose closed.
It's even better the second time, when Ryo knows he's going to come soon, with Shige deep inside him and Shige's hands all over his skin. He moans in his throat, body instinctively rolling towards Shige, who takes Ryo's cock back in his other hand. He feels heavy in Shige's hand, even though the pleasure there is like a distant buzz; something he's aware of, but can't quite place. It starts to get closer though, steadily moving towards him, until it's right in his face, like loud static. His body twitches and Shige thrusts hard. His hands scramble again, grabbing Shige's around the knees, though Ryo probably isn't conscious of where his hands exactly are, just that they're on Shige somewhere.
Shige knows him and them well enough to be able to plan. Ryo thinks it's weird that's collected enough during sex to do that, but at the same time, thinks it's great, that they click like that. Even with the lack of oxygen, Ryo is still Ryo, the way his dick twitches and his body moves his still the same; telltale signs of the few seconds just before he comes. And when he does, Shige lets go, air rushing back into Ryo's lungs and for a second, his vision goes white, like a snowstorm. His body nearly convulses with the intensity of it, tightening around Shige from the shock of it all, and he moans loudly above Ryo, hands grasping at his hips.
It seems like forever until Ryo comes down from that high, still gasping, fingers digging into the skin of Shige's knees. He can't quite focus his vision, but he can tell that Shige's looking down at him, face relaxed. Ryo barely feels him pull out, his whole body still a little off and not quite back to normal yet. When Shige runs a handful of tissues along his abdomen, cleaning it of his semen, he sighs, reaching up, trying to pet Shige's arm, but he misses, and Shige laughs quietly.
Shige pulls the covers up over them, and Ryo is just about to pass out, yet he has the sense to say one last thing first.
"That wasn't the last time, right?"
Shige clicks his tongue, exasperated, like he knows Ryo is going to talk him into doing it again at least a few more times before his obsession is satisfied.
"Let's worry about that later," he says.
Ryo mumbles something unintelligible and presses close against Shige.
PAIRING: RYOSHIGE
RATING: NC17
WORD COUNT: 2,123
WARNING: Breathplay
NOTES: From the spring anony smut meme.
He hadn't of ever thought of it; at least, not until it sort of accidently happened.
He had been on his stomach, cheek pressed into the pillow, Shige moving behind him, frantic, non-sensical grunting and moaning. They were both near the edge, just about to tip over. He had tried to press back and meet Shige's thrusts, desperate for that last little bit of stimulation. Shige's hadn't been expecting that and rocked roughly into him, knocking him off balance. The pillow slid and he ended up with a mouthful of cotton pillowcase and his nose pressed hard into the mattress. He could barely breathe, just the tiniest gasp of air getting to his lungs. His head turned funny, deep and dark, and Shige felt alive along his skin.
When he came just a second later, it was the most intense orgasm Ryo had ever had.
He thinks that his obsession over it is a temporary thing. It'll wear off in a week or so, just like the spanking and degrading dirty talk that Shige, while obviously uncomfortable with, only did to please Ryo. At the very least, he hopes this asphyxiation thing will wear off, simply because he really can't see Shige being able to go through with it.
Two weeks later, he has dozens of carefully hidden pornos on his hard drive, all of them featuring chocking or asphyxiation. When Shige's hands brush along his jaw or collarbone, he fantasizes that Shige wraps soft fingers around his neck, thumbs pressing against his adam's apple, slowing chocking the air out of him. He cums hard to those thoughts. Shige looks at him like he knows Ryo isn't completely with him when they're together like that, but he doesn't say anything. That's his nature; still occasionally weary of the depth of what they have, that Ryo would let some one younger and below him (in the company at least) have him so intimately.
After three weeks, he decides he needs it, some how. With Shige's hands, a belt, his face shoved into a pillow. Anything. He tries jacking off with his face pressed into the mattress, but he can't get it right, not without Shige behind him to help keep his balance; his knees keep slipping on the sheets. He hasn't noticed Shige looking at him with concerned eyes at regular points in the day.
After nearly four weeks, it surprises him when Shige sits across from him on the couch in his apartment and asks if he will put his guitar away for a moment.
"Why?" He asks.
"Because we need to talk," Shige replies.
He nods, slowly, setting aside the guitar, thinking this is the end.
Shige fidgets on the couch, suddenly looking everywhere but at him. "I-I... need you to tell me. About why you've been.... when we're together, why it's like you're not there. If it's some one else, or-"
"It's not a person!" Ryo nearly shouts, and Shige's eyes flash up to his.
"Then what is it?" Shige asks sadly.
He swallows and bites his lip. "I don't think I can ask you for this."
"R-Ryo... just tell me."
He sinks back into the couch. "It was an accident. I hadn't ever thought about it until a little bit ago."
"It's been nearly a month that you've been acting strangely," Shige says, and Ryo suddenly hates how observant Shige can be. "Just tell me."
"I....," he closes his eyes, completely unable to look at Shige as he says it. "I want you to choke me."
He can hear Shige's gasp, the way he moves from the creak of the springs in the couch. When he opens his eyes again, Shige's face is flushed and he looks scandalized.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why. I just do," he mutters, dejectedly.
Shige is utterly speechless until his brain catches up with the request. "You can die from that! It's not a harmless little bedroom kink, Ryo!"
"I trust you," is all he says.
Shige rubs his eyes and stands up, says "I need some air," and then leaves the apartment.
He just keeps sitting there, staring at the space Shige had previously been sitting.
It's 2 AM or so, when he hears the front door open, close and the lock click. He turns a little in bed, watches as Shige comes in and strips off his pants, jacket and scarf, then climbs into bed. He scoots closer and Shige reaches for his wrist.
"I can't."
Ryo makes a quiet whining noise in his throat.
"I just can't, Ryo."
He presses his face into Shige's shoulder, accepting that he's going to need to put this behind him, one way or another.
"But there are other ways."
He jerks up in bed. "What?"
"I can't choke you," Shige repeats. "But there are other ways of accomplishing asphyxiation that.... I think I could manage."
"Like?" He asks, voice high and cheerful, completely at odds with the subject under discussion.
Shige doesn't say anything, just raises a hand to Ryo's face, palm along his cheek and Ryo gets the idea.
"That'll work. I'm not picky. It's okay," he says, nearly frantically with anticipating, pressing himself against Shige.
Shige hand moves up to his shoulder, pushing against it, wanting Ryo to lie down, and he does. Flopping down immediately, hands over his head, staring up at the dark figure that is Shige. He traces Ryo's lips with his thumb, pressing the digit inside and Ryo sucks on it, excited and terrified at the same time. When Shige pulls it out, he wipes the spit off on Ryo's cheek, but he doesn't care. He takes off Ryo boxers, and then strips the rest of his clothes off.
Ryo sits up, just barely, just enough to get an arm around Shige's hips and his dick in his mouth, Shige moaning at the suddenness of it. It's silly, but it's like he's pouring all his gratitude into that blowjob, taking Shige in deep, to a point that is borderline uncomfortable. Just the thought of what is to come is making Ryo hard, but Shige dragging a hand from his ass, up his back and then pinching at the base of his neck only makes the need worse. The thought has been plaguing him for nearly a month and he doesn't want to wait anymore. He sucks hard, and the suction is almost too much for Shige who gasps and shudders. Shige's hard enough; experience tells him so, and he pulls away, lips red and shiny with spit.
He takes a long look at Shige, whose eyes are uncharacteristically serious. He turns around on the bed, flopping onto his back, legs on the side of Shige's knees, canting his hips up. Shige reaches for Ryo's half-hard cock, but Ryo bats him away.
"Just fuck me already. I can't take it anymore."
Shige looks at him for a moment, before sighing and reaching over into the nightstand.
He figures that if Ryo is looking to be asphyxiated, he's probably not against a little roughness. With lube on his fingers, Shige presses two right in, soaking up the surprised happy sound that Ryo makes. He asks for the third before Shige would have put it in, but he does so, watching Ryo's thighs twitch.
He slips on the condom, grabs Ryo's knees and drags him closer, pressing his cock in with nothing but a deep exhale as warning.
Ryo moans so loud it's nearly a shout, fingers scratching along Shige's forearms.
"Do it. Do it. Do it," he chants, like a perverted monk, and Shige shakes his head in an exasperated way.
With Ryo essentially distracted, he takes his dick in hand, pumping in time with his thrusts. Ryo grabs his wrist, nearly stopping him, tries to talk, but Shige's actions make it difficult.
"I don't... want to.... come until....."
"Fine, fine. Dammit," Shige mutters, pressing even closer to Ryo, so that their hips tight and flush together. Ryo's legs up by Shige's waist.
He leans forward, over Ryo, making him feel small. "I'm going to be watching your eyes. The second they get too fuzzy, I'm letting go."
Ryo nods, and then Shige pinches Ryo's nose between this thumb and forefinger, holding Ryo's jaw closed tight with his palm.
Ryo's lungs instinctively fight for air, his diaphragm moving up and down in jerky movements. Ryo thinks it feel amazing. The terror, the unknown, Shige's hand on his cock and smooth inside him, both like burning passion on his skin. His fingers scramble for Shige's skin, one hand landing on the forearm of the arm that's holding his nose and mouth. Shige almost pulls away, like that's what Ryo was asking for. But Ryo shakes his head, and Shige keeps fucking him while blocking his airways.
Ryo starts to feel drowsy, eyelids drooping, hands losing their grip on Shige. His diaphragm stops working so frantically, like it's giving up. The edge's around Shige turn fuzzy, as if Ryo is viewing him through a pair of glasses that aren't his prescription. It's like his body is stopping, but still has enough sense to feel. Where Shige is touching him, his skin is alive, tingling in a way he hasn't ever felt before.
And then it's gone, Shige's hand off his face, instead rubbing softly over his chest while Ryo's lungs gasp for breath.
"Why, why'd you stop?" Ryo manages to say after a minute, his voice oddly hoarse.
"Your eyes got too fuzzy," Shige says, like it's sensical, which it is. "I was worried."
Except for Ryo taking deep breaths and Shige running calming hands over Ryo's chest, they're both still.
"How was it?" Shige finally asks, almost sounding guilty.
Ryo's leg's twitch on either side of Shige. "Amazing." He pulls one of Shige's hands up to his face. "Don't stop. I'm okay now."
Shige's hand is relaxed over Ryo's face, like he's contemplating whether he can do it again or not, but when his palm moves and locks Ryo's jaw closed, Ryo smiles, heart pounding in anticipation. Shige starts fucking him again, picking up the pace, getting back to where they were right before he'd let go of Ryo's nose and mouth, and once he's there again, pinches Ryo's nose closed.
It's even better the second time, when Ryo knows he's going to come soon, with Shige deep inside him and Shige's hands all over his skin. He moans in his throat, body instinctively rolling towards Shige, who takes Ryo's cock back in his other hand. He feels heavy in Shige's hand, even though the pleasure there is like a distant buzz; something he's aware of, but can't quite place. It starts to get closer though, steadily moving towards him, until it's right in his face, like loud static. His body twitches and Shige thrusts hard. His hands scramble again, grabbing Shige's around the knees, though Ryo probably isn't conscious of where his hands exactly are, just that they're on Shige somewhere.
Shige knows him and them well enough to be able to plan. Ryo thinks it's weird that's collected enough during sex to do that, but at the same time, thinks it's great, that they click like that. Even with the lack of oxygen, Ryo is still Ryo, the way his dick twitches and his body moves his still the same; telltale signs of the few seconds just before he comes. And when he does, Shige lets go, air rushing back into Ryo's lungs and for a second, his vision goes white, like a snowstorm. His body nearly convulses with the intensity of it, tightening around Shige from the shock of it all, and he moans loudly above Ryo, hands grasping at his hips.
It seems like forever until Ryo comes down from that high, still gasping, fingers digging into the skin of Shige's knees. He can't quite focus his vision, but he can tell that Shige's looking down at him, face relaxed. Ryo barely feels him pull out, his whole body still a little off and not quite back to normal yet. When Shige runs a handful of tissues along his abdomen, cleaning it of his semen, he sighs, reaching up, trying to pet Shige's arm, but he misses, and Shige laughs quietly.
Shige pulls the covers up over them, and Ryo is just about to pass out, yet he has the sense to say one last thing first.
"That wasn't the last time, right?"
Shige clicks his tongue, exasperated, like he knows Ryo is going to talk him into doing it again at least a few more times before his obsession is satisfied.
"Let's worry about that later," he says.
Ryo mumbles something unintelligible and presses close against Shige.