A Drummer's Sense of Rhythm
Okura x Maru
Drabble
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Okura's drum sticks come in handy (Old fic repost!!!)
Notes: Unbeted. Decided to post some really old fics that I've written on my old livejournal account... these are from around 2 years ago, and I think its about time I add them to my current fic list ahaha. Originally for the Yay summer smut meme 2011 posted here for the following request:
Who I want: Ohkura X Maru
What I want: ohkura's drum sticks come in handy
How I want it: NC-17
“You messed up the last few bars” Okura said as he leant in the door way of the Kanjani8 dressing room, “your timing was off”. Maru looked up from his bass at Okura, grinning at his silly mistake, trust the drummer of the band to notice the mistake.
“What you doing back? Everyone left hours ago.” Maru asked, gently putting down his bass. He watched Okura as the man made his way across the room.
“Forgot my drumsticks” Okura stated, he bent forward, scooping them up from the floor where his bag was earlier, they must have fallen out or something. Just as he was about to stand up again he glimpsed Maru upside-down staring at him, or more specifically, his arse.
“Like what you see?” Okura grinned as he stood back up, slowly turning around, his charm that he usually used in concerts or on girls on full blast. Maru met his eyes, wide at first from the surprise of being caught, but they slowly turned into his grin.
“Maybe” he said just before Okura crushed their lips together, instantly pushing his tongue into Maru’s mouth, exploring the moist cavern. The kiss only broke when they were running out of air.
Their eyes met for a brief second before Okura attacked Maru’s neck. Maru moved his head to the side, giving Okura more access while Maru slipped his hands up Okura’s top, lifting it up a little as he went until he found the man’s nipples. He pinched and twisted them lightly and heard the soft whimpers at his collar bone. “shit” Okura muttered before he sat back, straddling Maru’s hips. He pulled off his top and dropped it to the floor before he pulled at Maru’s. With Okura’s haste it didn’t take long before they were both naked, splayed out on the couch, erections rubbing against each other. Maru snaked a hand between them, grabbing them both and jerking them off. The friction was amazing and the moans come steadily from them.
Okura’s hand though had wandered, groping around for something, when he found it he smirked. He leant forward placing soft kisses on Maru’s lips, before the other suddenly squeaked from surprise as he was suddenly being invaded.
“What is that?!!” He breathlessly asked Okura. He didn’t get a verbal answer, instead Okura lifted the other drumstick to his mouth, slowly running his tongue up it. The sight was undeniable hot but the pain from the drumstick that was currently moving in his arse seemed to distort the sexy look of Okura’s into a slight menacing one.
“Thought you could use some prep, and after all… what better way to get prepared for a drummer” Okura whispered the words in his ears, assisted by the slight nibbling of Maru’s ear. “After all, drummers have an outstanding sense of…. Rhythm” the last word was nearly drowned out by a high pitched moan as Okura had slipped the other stick in and hit Maru’s sweet spot.
“Fuck, Okura… just… ah… do it!!” Maru begged, his hand finding its way into Okura’s hair where he grabbed and pulled Okura down for a rough kiss. Okura pulled the drum sticks out, abandoning them somewhere to the side before he sat between Maru’s legs.
He pushed in fast and hard. Maru’s face scrunched up slightly at the intrusion, but after a few moment’s he forgot everything and just succumbed to the pleasure of Okura thrusting in and out of him.
“Harder” Maru mewled as he could feel he was getting closer, Okura complied, then wrapped his hand around Maru’s member, pumping it hard in time with his thrusts, until finally Maru came with a scream.
The walls tightened around Okura, he thrust into the incredible tightness a few more times before he came and then collapsed on top of Maru, both catching their breaths.
“Shit, you weren’t lying about your sense of rhythm”
Drabble
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Okura's drum sticks come in handy (Old fic repost!!!)
Notes: Unbeted. Decided to post some really old fics that I've written on my old livejournal account... these are from around 2 years ago, and I think its about time I add them to my current fic list ahaha. Originally for the Yay summer smut meme 2011 posted here for the following request:
Who I want: Ohkura X Maru
What I want: ohkura's drum sticks come in handy
How I want it: NC-17
“You messed up the last few bars” Okura said as he leant in the door way of the Kanjani8 dressing room, “your timing was off”. Maru looked up from his bass at Okura, grinning at his silly mistake, trust the drummer of the band to notice the mistake.
“What you doing back? Everyone left hours ago.” Maru asked, gently putting down his bass. He watched Okura as the man made his way across the room.
“Forgot my drumsticks” Okura stated, he bent forward, scooping them up from the floor where his bag was earlier, they must have fallen out or something. Just as he was about to stand up again he glimpsed Maru upside-down staring at him, or more specifically, his arse.
“Like what you see?” Okura grinned as he stood back up, slowly turning around, his charm that he usually used in concerts or on girls on full blast. Maru met his eyes, wide at first from the surprise of being caught, but they slowly turned into his grin.
“Maybe” he said just before Okura crushed their lips together, instantly pushing his tongue into Maru’s mouth, exploring the moist cavern. The kiss only broke when they were running out of air.
Their eyes met for a brief second before Okura attacked Maru’s neck. Maru moved his head to the side, giving Okura more access while Maru slipped his hands up Okura’s top, lifting it up a little as he went until he found the man’s nipples. He pinched and twisted them lightly and heard the soft whimpers at his collar bone. “shit” Okura muttered before he sat back, straddling Maru’s hips. He pulled off his top and dropped it to the floor before he pulled at Maru’s. With Okura’s haste it didn’t take long before they were both naked, splayed out on the couch, erections rubbing against each other. Maru snaked a hand between them, grabbing them both and jerking them off. The friction was amazing and the moans come steadily from them.
Okura’s hand though had wandered, groping around for something, when he found it he smirked. He leant forward placing soft kisses on Maru’s lips, before the other suddenly squeaked from surprise as he was suddenly being invaded.
“What is that?!!” He breathlessly asked Okura. He didn’t get a verbal answer, instead Okura lifted the other drumstick to his mouth, slowly running his tongue up it. The sight was undeniable hot but the pain from the drumstick that was currently moving in his arse seemed to distort the sexy look of Okura’s into a slight menacing one.
“Thought you could use some prep, and after all… what better way to get prepared for a drummer” Okura whispered the words in his ears, assisted by the slight nibbling of Maru’s ear. “After all, drummers have an outstanding sense of…. Rhythm” the last word was nearly drowned out by a high pitched moan as Okura had slipped the other stick in and hit Maru’s sweet spot.
“Fuck, Okura… just… ah… do it!!” Maru begged, his hand finding its way into Okura’s hair where he grabbed and pulled Okura down for a rough kiss. Okura pulled the drum sticks out, abandoning them somewhere to the side before he sat between Maru’s legs.
He pushed in fast and hard. Maru’s face scrunched up slightly at the intrusion, but after a few moment’s he forgot everything and just succumbed to the pleasure of Okura thrusting in and out of him.
“Harder” Maru mewled as he could feel he was getting closer, Okura complied, then wrapped his hand around Maru’s member, pumping it hard in time with his thrusts, until finally Maru came with a scream.
The walls tightened around Okura, he thrust into the incredible tightness a few more times before he came and then collapsed on top of Maru, both catching their breaths.
“Shit, you weren’t lying about your sense of rhythm”