fic for kingspensluv13
Title: Blonds Have More Fun
Rating: NC-17
Threesome: Yoko/Jin/Junno (Yukan trio)
Summary: The boys steal a few props and have their own private party.
Warnings: Cross dressing, sixty-nine, mild toy use
Notes: If you were looking for an engaging plot line I’d suggest you look elsewhere, nothing but porn within kiddies.
*Also, I’d like to thank my beta-reader, I can’t name here you but you know who you are and how completely awesome you are.
--‘ Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
Who do girls like they’re boys’--
Sweet Vacation - Girls & Boys
The pigtails made perfect handles; Jin found his guitar-calloused fingers slipping across dry blond strands to grasp the short pigtails. Using his grip he tried to pull Junno’s head closer, lips sliding wetly down only a bit -it’s not like his mouth isn’t big enough- it’s just that his shoulders kept bumping into Jin’s thighs. The annoying bastard wasn’t even using his hands, just kneeling there bobbing his head like he had all the time in the world.
“Shit, Junno.” Jin ground out between clenched teeth, being less then gentle on the other man’s scalp as he tried ineffectually to spread his legs further; the dress hiked up around his hips already biting into his skin and refusing to give any more.
“Hm?” Jin shuddered, felt Junno’s hum crawl up his spine, playing each disk as if it were a xylophone.
“B-bitch.” Junno hollowed out his cheeks completely, dragging his lips up the length of Jin’s cock until they caught against the ridge, just the head still in his mouth. He tongued the bundle of nerves right under the head with the flat of his tongue and Jin tossed his head back, coming in hot salty bursts that burned Junno’s throat as he struggled to swallow without letting any spill.
“Delicious.” Junno said, imitating YamaPi and smacking his lips.
“You’ve got gloss on you,” Yoko drawled, having moved almost silently from where he’d been sort of watching, draping himself across Jin’s shoulders over the chair; fake boobs pressed against his shoulders, more firm then real boobs, and lacking body heat, but it made Jin’s spent cock twitch either way. Craning his neck to look at Yoko though the exaggerated bangs of his wig, he wiped along the line of his lips, feeling nothing but skin. “Not there.”
“Where then, smart ass?”
“Here.” Yoko’s long fingered hand curled down and over his shoulder, two fingers pressing against his half-hard dick and rubbing it with his thumb. Jin hissed, his hips jerking into the motion as much as his current position would allow. “See?”
He held his fingers up to Jin. They glittered like Junno’s lip-gloss did, now smeared not only on his lips but across the sides of his mouth too. He smiled up at them, wiping the back of his hand across the mess and really not helping anything. Jin snorted.
--
“What did Cinderella say when she got to the ball?” Yoko asked, sitting on the set, the round table in the middle of the Yukan Club meeting room. His posture was relaxed, the cotton school-issue pants, black-frame reading glasses riding low on the end of his nose.
Jin was straddling one of the chairs around the table, resting his head on folded arms and looking at his copy of the script. Looking up, he frowned in thought, Junno lounging in another chair, trying to make out the pattern on the ceiling shrugged. They were fixing a glitch in the lighting that made everything so bright it was like looking at the sun, and some time ago Emi-chan’s face had started melting under the sheer intensity. Since eye damage and chemical inhalation from massive amounts of melting hair spray and make-up wasn’t in their contracts, they called a pause in the filming.
“Dunno, what?” Jin finally spoke, chewing on the fleshy part of his index finger.
Sitting up, Yoko made a choking noise low in his throat and curled his fingers doing an expert job of miming a blowjob. Making a startled noise, Jin let out a sharp bark of laughter and bit down painfully on his finger. Junno burst out laughing, half at the unexpected end of the joke, but mostly at the face Yoko was making, mouth rounded and loose.
“Okay.” One of the assistants barged in through the huge double doors, walkie-talkie in her hand and already pressed to her mouth. “No, they didn’t turn on.” There was a pause where the air itself seemed to sigh in annoyance, all three boys watching her absently.
“Alright, round everyone up, we’ll skip to the next scene and change sets until these are fixed. There has to be a problem in the circuitry then.”
She looked at them and shrugged. “You heard the man.”
--
At some point Junno had lost his dress and his bra, wearing nothing but the thigh high sheer white stockings. At some point probably a little after the last one Jin had ended up naked on his back, staring at the light fixture above his head and the occasional shadow Yoko threw as he flitted about the room.
Jin ran an absent hand down the length of Junno’s leg, fingertip catching on the leggings, so Jin just started at the top and stroked down to his knee again, as if petting a cat. Junno was lying opposite to Jin, on his side and watching Yoko with hungry eyes. The oldest still wore his dress, the matching heels long gone -with a few choice words and a promise to never try that again- his fake breasts jiggling slightly as he side stepped something on the floor and moved over to his closet.
“What are you looking for?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Yoko’s fingers pulled out a set of matching boxes.
Jin’s finger made another pass down his leg, walking his fingers back up to the sharp jut of Junno’s hipbone. He curled his hand around it, rolling Junno towards him, the other allowing the motion much like a doll would. “C’mere.”
Junno’s skin was hot against his, flushed with his recent orgasm, limp in Jin’s hands. They rolled together, Junno’s hipbone hitting Jin’s shoulder, then lifting smoothly, silk sliding across his chest until his endless legs were straddling his arms, and Junno was slumped hot chest pressed against his thighs.
The firm globes of his pale ass were like stress balls, as Jin’s fingers dug into the muscle, stretching them apart, if only to hear the desperately raged moan that tore from Junno’s throat. He pressed his body up in a wave that started with his shoulders rolling smoothly along the length of the other man’s body.
“Nice.” Yoko’s weight dipped the bed for a moment, the sound of his palm connecting with the fleshy part of Junno’s ass resonating in the heavy air. Jin chuckled, and Junno made an annoyed huffing noise, twisting his spine like a contortionist so he could glare through sweat-dampened bangs at the older man.
“Move back.” Jin snapped the elastic band that held the stockings up and Junno hissed, scooting back as per requested anyway. An adjustment in the positioning of his knee, Jin cursing loudly as Junno kneeled on the trailing bits of his hair, and then it was perfection. The flat planes of their bodies lined up, sliding together and all but interlocking, Jin’s dick now fully in the game again pressing against his neck, begging for another deep kiss.
“… Nice.” Yoko drawled again, his voice lowering into a husky raw sound.
Jin mouthed at Junno’s dick, pressing his tongue against the vein that ran along the underside of the thick length. The body astride his shivered, gooseflesh breaking out along the thigh his hand rested against. They rubbed together almost lazily, not quite all out sucking, just licking, kissing, and plain enjoying the tastes and textures.
Junno pressed his tongue against the tip, Jin jolting under him, sweaty skin sticking and sliding in ways that set his nerves singing, sensation exploding across his flesh and pulsing in his groin. He mouthed at the head wetly, saliva welling under his tongue in a quick burst, he let it slick the way for his lips until he could slide them easily down Jin’s cock, one hand braced on his hip, the other tangled in Yoko’s bed sheets. Growling softly- and not one to be outdone by the likes of Junno- Jin cupped the other man’s scrotum, rolling them delicately between practiced fingers, drawing one against his lips so he could press raw open mouthed kisses.
They writhed and moaned together, falling slowly into the swing of things for a second time, probably wouldn’t be satisfied until they’d fucked and sucked half the night away actually, if the rumors about Yoko had any merit anyways. Not that either Jin or Junno minded much about putting the older man to the test. Not when he smirked like that, fake eyelashes pressing against his pale cheeks, as he wiggled out of the dress, hips flicking as the material momentarily caught then formed a shimmering puddle at his bare feet. Lacy panties did nothing to hide the fact that Yoko was really fucking turned on by the display on his bed, dick thick and curving up against the material. The bra was a matching lace design (couldn’t say the costume designers weren’t thorough) padded with fake bouncy slip-ins. Both in a shade of royal purple that looked positively gorgeous against the creaminess of his skin, or at least Jin thought so, staring up the length of Yoko’s body as the man looked down at him; kneeling at the head of the bed.
‘Ready?’ He communicated with a tilt of his head and a twist of his full pout.
‘Go.’ Jin winked.
Junno was concentrating on holding Jin down and not choking him to death, all the while pulling those purring growls from his band mate. Almost failed at all three when the first finger teased inside of him, rubbing at his inner wall and setting his nerves ablaze.
Jin was being smothered, and it was almost pleasant- not that he wasn’t into a bit of breath play sometimes but this was different. Lifting the other man’s hips off his face, he bit lightly at his hips, and at the same time lifting his ass higher for Yoko.
“T-that’s enough.” Junno hissed, wiggling, pushing back then pressing forward, writhing against Jin.
“I guess.”
“Just get off me.” Jin growled. Slick skin slid together, the three of them moving on a bed barely big enough for their combined mass, which admittedly wasn’t all that great.
The tube of lube was pressed against his palm, Yoko’s slick fingers rubbing absently at his palm as he took it. He locked eyes with the other man, the look dark look consuming his pupils and eating away the colour caused something to resonate deep in Jin’s stomach; he looked like he was seriously fucking hungry. Untouched and probably hard enough to hammer nails with it Jin grinned, using his free hand to touch the other man’s hip, the rough texture of lace sending an unexpected jolt through him. “That looks painful.”
“It’s a good kind of pain.” Yoko leaned over him, brushing smooth skin across his chest, and a smirk firmly in place. “I’ll show you.” He stiffened when he felt fingers touch his dick, lifting his balls, and a slight snap as something settled tight around the base.
“Bastard.” He hissed, looking down at the cock ring and then up at Yoko’s smug grin.
Junno sighed, spreading his legs, and balanced precariously on the end of the bed, watching the other two and lazily tugging on his own cock, the other hand absently rubbing along the seam of his leggings.
“Hands and knees.” Yoko said, pressing his lips against Jin’s shoulder, mouthing his way across his collarbone, Jin twisting almost violently in his arms. Yoko’s eyes ran across Junno’s flushed chest, beckoning him over with a flutter of dark lashes.
--
“This isn’t fitting right at all.” The costume man sighed, tugging absently at the material clinging to Jin’s hips, but falling too loose around his waist. Jin rolled his eyes but stood fast under the pawing, they were only going to be wearing these for a little and he really couldn’t be bothered to give a fuck if his dress wasn’t fitting properly. He’d learned long ago not to argue with the costume people, not only were they vindictive but the punishment usually bordered on cruel. If he said anything it would probably result in more feathers or a new layer of sweaty costume to melt under.
There were few to no exceptions, the most noteworthy one being Tsuyoshi Domoto, who had according to rumor drove his stylist to threatening suicide until they worked out some sort of arrangement. What Jin wouldn’t do for that kind of freedom.
So Jin stood fast, the effort it took to reign in his annoyed sigh almost enough to strain his lungs. There was the steady sound of heels clicking on the floor and a blond head peek around the door, meeting the other’s bored gaze with an impish grin. “Don’t I look fabulous?”
Junno swished his hips as he sauntered fully into the room, only stumbling once in the strappy sandals. The costume man gave him a quick once over.
“See? That’s how it should fit. I’ll go try another size.”
“You look hot.” Junno simpered and Jin rolled his eyes.
“You look like a fag.”
“We are what we are.” Yoko slipped into the slightly bigger then a closet-dressing room and closed the door with a faint click behind him. His high heeled shoes made his long legs look even longer, and even if they were fake he had a damn nice rack. “Speaking of which, wanna come over tonight?”
“Depends who’s coming?” Junno ticked his head to the side, eyelashes fluttering in an overly fake coy manner. Yoko snorted.
“Who do you think?”
“Me hopefully.”
--
Not for the first time Junno was glad for his incredible flexibility. Allowing Jin to spread his legs with a grip about both ankles, he arched his back, feeling the bulbous head pressing against his hole. “Jin.” He moaned drawing out the vowel sound of his name into a wail as Jin pressed inside with steady rotations of his hips. It was moments like this where Junno marveled that not everyone was gay; it felt so awesome, Jin’s cock stretching him, the burn like a good stretch but a million times more filling.
“Fuck.” He hissed, throwing his head back, brown hair sticking to the sweat gathered at his temples, tongue darting out to lick dry lips.
Yoko’s mouth moved wetly across Jin’s back, teeth scraping faintly and tongue tracing absent patterns across his muscles. He pushed Jin’s shoulders down, folding Junno’s legs back as their chests rubbed together.
Jin’s mind was melting, Junno’s lips slick and soft under his, the other man expertly drawing his tongue out to play. The younger man kissed like he danced, nimble and completely unselfconscious, moaning loudly and suckling with a faint slurping noise. Then Yoko was wrapping arms around his chest, fake breasts covered in lace scraping his skin, counterpoint to the hot cock stretching him open as it pressed inside.
“Shit shit shit.” Jin groaned against Junno’s lips, Yoko pressing him deeper into Junno, the other man taking him with a low rumbling moan.
At first it was messy, movements completely uncoordinated, Yoko’s hands pinching like a vice around his hips controlling him and reigning in his rhythm. Then they were really fucking, Yoko driving into him with long sure strokes that made his spine melt and slide down to pool in his balls, both aching with the urge to shoot deep inside Junno, his body hugging him like a fucking glove.
Now he understood the pain Yoko was talking about, wanting to come so bad he was about ready to start begging, but held back by that tiny scrap of fucking leather. He groaned against Junno’s chest, fucking him deeper like it would help.
“Hey baby, breathe or you’re going to pass out on me.” Yoko huffed against his ear, and Jin was feeling dizzy, the sensation too much for him.
“I am fucking breathing.”
“If you say so.”
Yoko held him close, the lace scraping his back and keeping him almost grounded, Jin dug his nails into the sheets on either side of Junno’s head. This was going to be the death of him but what an awesome way to go.
His knuckles brushed Jin’s abs with each upstroke, being pressed firmly into the soft bed. Orgasm was curling tight in his stomach, pushed higher each time Jin touched something inside- he was going to crawl right out of his skin; feeling too hot too tight.
“Ah.” Junno moaned, his painted nails digging ragged lines into Jin’s shoulders as he snapped, slicking the limited space between them with his sticky release.
Jin grit his teeth, moaning desperately, Junno was so fucking tight, he snapped his hips forward, striving for the release that was just out of his hands. He was sweaty enough that Yoko was going to hydroplane right off his back, but he couldn’t cool down, getting hotter even then the sun.
“Hurt yet?” Yoko hissed, pulling his hips back against a particularly violent thrust.
“Fucker.” He moaned.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He pulled Jin’s chest up against his, giving Junno just barely enough room to roll out of the way.
Jin exploded, his world whiting out like a fucking supernova the minute he was released, aware of nothing, not even of his own choked sobs as he splattered his chest and the sheets (even getting a drop on Junno’s leg) with hot ejaculate. Yoko let out a barked curse, his body going ridged as he came.
“Fuck.” Yoko hissed, curled absently one his side, scrabbling for the clasp to unhook his bra- the elastic wore what felt like permanent grooves into his skin. “That was awesome. I owe Emi twenty bucks.” Jin snorted and Junno gaped at him.
“She knows?”
“Well yeah.” He finally got the hook to give and let out a pleased sigh.
Rating: NC-17
Threesome: Yoko/Jin/Junno (Yukan trio)
Summary: The boys steal a few props and have their own private party.
Warnings: Cross dressing, sixty-nine, mild toy use
Notes: If you were looking for an engaging plot line I’d suggest you look elsewhere, nothing but porn within kiddies.
*Also, I’d like to thank my beta-reader, I can’t name here you but you know who you are and how completely awesome you are.
--‘ Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
Who do girls like they’re boys’--
Sweet Vacation - Girls & Boys
The pigtails made perfect handles; Jin found his guitar-calloused fingers slipping across dry blond strands to grasp the short pigtails. Using his grip he tried to pull Junno’s head closer, lips sliding wetly down only a bit -it’s not like his mouth isn’t big enough- it’s just that his shoulders kept bumping into Jin’s thighs. The annoying bastard wasn’t even using his hands, just kneeling there bobbing his head like he had all the time in the world.
“Shit, Junno.” Jin ground out between clenched teeth, being less then gentle on the other man’s scalp as he tried ineffectually to spread his legs further; the dress hiked up around his hips already biting into his skin and refusing to give any more.
“Hm?” Jin shuddered, felt Junno’s hum crawl up his spine, playing each disk as if it were a xylophone.
“B-bitch.” Junno hollowed out his cheeks completely, dragging his lips up the length of Jin’s cock until they caught against the ridge, just the head still in his mouth. He tongued the bundle of nerves right under the head with the flat of his tongue and Jin tossed his head back, coming in hot salty bursts that burned Junno’s throat as he struggled to swallow without letting any spill.
“Delicious.” Junno said, imitating YamaPi and smacking his lips.
“You’ve got gloss on you,” Yoko drawled, having moved almost silently from where he’d been sort of watching, draping himself across Jin’s shoulders over the chair; fake boobs pressed against his shoulders, more firm then real boobs, and lacking body heat, but it made Jin’s spent cock twitch either way. Craning his neck to look at Yoko though the exaggerated bangs of his wig, he wiped along the line of his lips, feeling nothing but skin. “Not there.”
“Where then, smart ass?”
“Here.” Yoko’s long fingered hand curled down and over his shoulder, two fingers pressing against his half-hard dick and rubbing it with his thumb. Jin hissed, his hips jerking into the motion as much as his current position would allow. “See?”
He held his fingers up to Jin. They glittered like Junno’s lip-gloss did, now smeared not only on his lips but across the sides of his mouth too. He smiled up at them, wiping the back of his hand across the mess and really not helping anything. Jin snorted.
--
“What did Cinderella say when she got to the ball?” Yoko asked, sitting on the set, the round table in the middle of the Yukan Club meeting room. His posture was relaxed, the cotton school-issue pants, black-frame reading glasses riding low on the end of his nose.
Jin was straddling one of the chairs around the table, resting his head on folded arms and looking at his copy of the script. Looking up, he frowned in thought, Junno lounging in another chair, trying to make out the pattern on the ceiling shrugged. They were fixing a glitch in the lighting that made everything so bright it was like looking at the sun, and some time ago Emi-chan’s face had started melting under the sheer intensity. Since eye damage and chemical inhalation from massive amounts of melting hair spray and make-up wasn’t in their contracts, they called a pause in the filming.
“Dunno, what?” Jin finally spoke, chewing on the fleshy part of his index finger.
Sitting up, Yoko made a choking noise low in his throat and curled his fingers doing an expert job of miming a blowjob. Making a startled noise, Jin let out a sharp bark of laughter and bit down painfully on his finger. Junno burst out laughing, half at the unexpected end of the joke, but mostly at the face Yoko was making, mouth rounded and loose.
“Okay.” One of the assistants barged in through the huge double doors, walkie-talkie in her hand and already pressed to her mouth. “No, they didn’t turn on.” There was a pause where the air itself seemed to sigh in annoyance, all three boys watching her absently.
“Alright, round everyone up, we’ll skip to the next scene and change sets until these are fixed. There has to be a problem in the circuitry then.”
She looked at them and shrugged. “You heard the man.”
--
At some point Junno had lost his dress and his bra, wearing nothing but the thigh high sheer white stockings. At some point probably a little after the last one Jin had ended up naked on his back, staring at the light fixture above his head and the occasional shadow Yoko threw as he flitted about the room.
Jin ran an absent hand down the length of Junno’s leg, fingertip catching on the leggings, so Jin just started at the top and stroked down to his knee again, as if petting a cat. Junno was lying opposite to Jin, on his side and watching Yoko with hungry eyes. The oldest still wore his dress, the matching heels long gone -with a few choice words and a promise to never try that again- his fake breasts jiggling slightly as he side stepped something on the floor and moved over to his closet.
“What are you looking for?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Yoko’s fingers pulled out a set of matching boxes.
Jin’s finger made another pass down his leg, walking his fingers back up to the sharp jut of Junno’s hipbone. He curled his hand around it, rolling Junno towards him, the other allowing the motion much like a doll would. “C’mere.”
Junno’s skin was hot against his, flushed with his recent orgasm, limp in Jin’s hands. They rolled together, Junno’s hipbone hitting Jin’s shoulder, then lifting smoothly, silk sliding across his chest until his endless legs were straddling his arms, and Junno was slumped hot chest pressed against his thighs.
The firm globes of his pale ass were like stress balls, as Jin’s fingers dug into the muscle, stretching them apart, if only to hear the desperately raged moan that tore from Junno’s throat. He pressed his body up in a wave that started with his shoulders rolling smoothly along the length of the other man’s body.
“Nice.” Yoko’s weight dipped the bed for a moment, the sound of his palm connecting with the fleshy part of Junno’s ass resonating in the heavy air. Jin chuckled, and Junno made an annoyed huffing noise, twisting his spine like a contortionist so he could glare through sweat-dampened bangs at the older man.
“Move back.” Jin snapped the elastic band that held the stockings up and Junno hissed, scooting back as per requested anyway. An adjustment in the positioning of his knee, Jin cursing loudly as Junno kneeled on the trailing bits of his hair, and then it was perfection. The flat planes of their bodies lined up, sliding together and all but interlocking, Jin’s dick now fully in the game again pressing against his neck, begging for another deep kiss.
“… Nice.” Yoko drawled again, his voice lowering into a husky raw sound.
Jin mouthed at Junno’s dick, pressing his tongue against the vein that ran along the underside of the thick length. The body astride his shivered, gooseflesh breaking out along the thigh his hand rested against. They rubbed together almost lazily, not quite all out sucking, just licking, kissing, and plain enjoying the tastes and textures.
Junno pressed his tongue against the tip, Jin jolting under him, sweaty skin sticking and sliding in ways that set his nerves singing, sensation exploding across his flesh and pulsing in his groin. He mouthed at the head wetly, saliva welling under his tongue in a quick burst, he let it slick the way for his lips until he could slide them easily down Jin’s cock, one hand braced on his hip, the other tangled in Yoko’s bed sheets. Growling softly- and not one to be outdone by the likes of Junno- Jin cupped the other man’s scrotum, rolling them delicately between practiced fingers, drawing one against his lips so he could press raw open mouthed kisses.
They writhed and moaned together, falling slowly into the swing of things for a second time, probably wouldn’t be satisfied until they’d fucked and sucked half the night away actually, if the rumors about Yoko had any merit anyways. Not that either Jin or Junno minded much about putting the older man to the test. Not when he smirked like that, fake eyelashes pressing against his pale cheeks, as he wiggled out of the dress, hips flicking as the material momentarily caught then formed a shimmering puddle at his bare feet. Lacy panties did nothing to hide the fact that Yoko was really fucking turned on by the display on his bed, dick thick and curving up against the material. The bra was a matching lace design (couldn’t say the costume designers weren’t thorough) padded with fake bouncy slip-ins. Both in a shade of royal purple that looked positively gorgeous against the creaminess of his skin, or at least Jin thought so, staring up the length of Yoko’s body as the man looked down at him; kneeling at the head of the bed.
‘Ready?’ He communicated with a tilt of his head and a twist of his full pout.
‘Go.’ Jin winked.
Junno was concentrating on holding Jin down and not choking him to death, all the while pulling those purring growls from his band mate. Almost failed at all three when the first finger teased inside of him, rubbing at his inner wall and setting his nerves ablaze.
Jin was being smothered, and it was almost pleasant- not that he wasn’t into a bit of breath play sometimes but this was different. Lifting the other man’s hips off his face, he bit lightly at his hips, and at the same time lifting his ass higher for Yoko.
“T-that’s enough.” Junno hissed, wiggling, pushing back then pressing forward, writhing against Jin.
“I guess.”
“Just get off me.” Jin growled. Slick skin slid together, the three of them moving on a bed barely big enough for their combined mass, which admittedly wasn’t all that great.
The tube of lube was pressed against his palm, Yoko’s slick fingers rubbing absently at his palm as he took it. He locked eyes with the other man, the look dark look consuming his pupils and eating away the colour caused something to resonate deep in Jin’s stomach; he looked like he was seriously fucking hungry. Untouched and probably hard enough to hammer nails with it Jin grinned, using his free hand to touch the other man’s hip, the rough texture of lace sending an unexpected jolt through him. “That looks painful.”
“It’s a good kind of pain.” Yoko leaned over him, brushing smooth skin across his chest, and a smirk firmly in place. “I’ll show you.” He stiffened when he felt fingers touch his dick, lifting his balls, and a slight snap as something settled tight around the base.
“Bastard.” He hissed, looking down at the cock ring and then up at Yoko’s smug grin.
Junno sighed, spreading his legs, and balanced precariously on the end of the bed, watching the other two and lazily tugging on his own cock, the other hand absently rubbing along the seam of his leggings.
“Hands and knees.” Yoko said, pressing his lips against Jin’s shoulder, mouthing his way across his collarbone, Jin twisting almost violently in his arms. Yoko’s eyes ran across Junno’s flushed chest, beckoning him over with a flutter of dark lashes.
--
“This isn’t fitting right at all.” The costume man sighed, tugging absently at the material clinging to Jin’s hips, but falling too loose around his waist. Jin rolled his eyes but stood fast under the pawing, they were only going to be wearing these for a little and he really couldn’t be bothered to give a fuck if his dress wasn’t fitting properly. He’d learned long ago not to argue with the costume people, not only were they vindictive but the punishment usually bordered on cruel. If he said anything it would probably result in more feathers or a new layer of sweaty costume to melt under.
There were few to no exceptions, the most noteworthy one being Tsuyoshi Domoto, who had according to rumor drove his stylist to threatening suicide until they worked out some sort of arrangement. What Jin wouldn’t do for that kind of freedom.
So Jin stood fast, the effort it took to reign in his annoyed sigh almost enough to strain his lungs. There was the steady sound of heels clicking on the floor and a blond head peek around the door, meeting the other’s bored gaze with an impish grin. “Don’t I look fabulous?”
Junno swished his hips as he sauntered fully into the room, only stumbling once in the strappy sandals. The costume man gave him a quick once over.
“See? That’s how it should fit. I’ll go try another size.”
“You look hot.” Junno simpered and Jin rolled his eyes.
“You look like a fag.”
“We are what we are.” Yoko slipped into the slightly bigger then a closet-dressing room and closed the door with a faint click behind him. His high heeled shoes made his long legs look even longer, and even if they were fake he had a damn nice rack. “Speaking of which, wanna come over tonight?”
“Depends who’s coming?” Junno ticked his head to the side, eyelashes fluttering in an overly fake coy manner. Yoko snorted.
“Who do you think?”
“Me hopefully.”
--
Not for the first time Junno was glad for his incredible flexibility. Allowing Jin to spread his legs with a grip about both ankles, he arched his back, feeling the bulbous head pressing against his hole. “Jin.” He moaned drawing out the vowel sound of his name into a wail as Jin pressed inside with steady rotations of his hips. It was moments like this where Junno marveled that not everyone was gay; it felt so awesome, Jin’s cock stretching him, the burn like a good stretch but a million times more filling.
“Fuck.” He hissed, throwing his head back, brown hair sticking to the sweat gathered at his temples, tongue darting out to lick dry lips.
Yoko’s mouth moved wetly across Jin’s back, teeth scraping faintly and tongue tracing absent patterns across his muscles. He pushed Jin’s shoulders down, folding Junno’s legs back as their chests rubbed together.
Jin’s mind was melting, Junno’s lips slick and soft under his, the other man expertly drawing his tongue out to play. The younger man kissed like he danced, nimble and completely unselfconscious, moaning loudly and suckling with a faint slurping noise. Then Yoko was wrapping arms around his chest, fake breasts covered in lace scraping his skin, counterpoint to the hot cock stretching him open as it pressed inside.
“Shit shit shit.” Jin groaned against Junno’s lips, Yoko pressing him deeper into Junno, the other man taking him with a low rumbling moan.
At first it was messy, movements completely uncoordinated, Yoko’s hands pinching like a vice around his hips controlling him and reigning in his rhythm. Then they were really fucking, Yoko driving into him with long sure strokes that made his spine melt and slide down to pool in his balls, both aching with the urge to shoot deep inside Junno, his body hugging him like a fucking glove.
Now he understood the pain Yoko was talking about, wanting to come so bad he was about ready to start begging, but held back by that tiny scrap of fucking leather. He groaned against Junno’s chest, fucking him deeper like it would help.
“Hey baby, breathe or you’re going to pass out on me.” Yoko huffed against his ear, and Jin was feeling dizzy, the sensation too much for him.
“I am fucking breathing.”
“If you say so.”
Yoko held him close, the lace scraping his back and keeping him almost grounded, Jin dug his nails into the sheets on either side of Junno’s head. This was going to be the death of him but what an awesome way to go.
His knuckles brushed Jin’s abs with each upstroke, being pressed firmly into the soft bed. Orgasm was curling tight in his stomach, pushed higher each time Jin touched something inside- he was going to crawl right out of his skin; feeling too hot too tight.
“Ah.” Junno moaned, his painted nails digging ragged lines into Jin’s shoulders as he snapped, slicking the limited space between them with his sticky release.
Jin grit his teeth, moaning desperately, Junno was so fucking tight, he snapped his hips forward, striving for the release that was just out of his hands. He was sweaty enough that Yoko was going to hydroplane right off his back, but he couldn’t cool down, getting hotter even then the sun.
“Hurt yet?” Yoko hissed, pulling his hips back against a particularly violent thrust.
“Fucker.” He moaned.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He pulled Jin’s chest up against his, giving Junno just barely enough room to roll out of the way.
Jin exploded, his world whiting out like a fucking supernova the minute he was released, aware of nothing, not even of his own choked sobs as he splattered his chest and the sheets (even getting a drop on Junno’s leg) with hot ejaculate. Yoko let out a barked curse, his body going ridged as he came.
“Fuck.” Yoko hissed, curled absently one his side, scrabbling for the clasp to unhook his bra- the elastic wore what felt like permanent grooves into his skin. “That was awesome. I owe Emi twenty bucks.” Jin snorted and Junno gaped at him.
“She knows?”
“Well yeah.” He finally got the hook to give and let out a pleased sigh.