Drabbles: rest of the meme and others
Yet another pet fic, PG, Jin/Nakamaru, 814 words, for crystallekil, originally posted on 24/01/2010
Nakamaru doesn´t remember who or what has started it all anymore. It has been ages since he took on this role for the first time, and the beginning is not important anymore. What really matters is that even if he wanted to stop, one look at Jin, into his eyes or at his closed eyelids that refuse to open, would make his entire resolve tumble. It´s no use fighting this.
It doesn´t happen that often these days, and Nakamaru knows he should be happy, thankful that is the case. If he said he missed those days, those moments, people would laugh, not that they know. Ueda maybe. Even Jin would laugh at him. But then Jin laughing at him is a good thing, it means Jin is laughing, there is a spark in his eyes, and his nose wrinkles a bit.
It´s all about Jin and about this one look, this one mood that no music can fix. Even Jin knows that no matter what his .mp3 player offers, no matter what melody pours out of his earphones, on those days, it is not enough. On those days, he wears them just to shut everyone out. They are mute and offer an excuse for him not to hear. On those days, he occupies the KAT-TUN´s couch, turns it into his fortress, and no one is let in. Almost no one. On those days, Ueda gives their manager a wary look, and the man sighs and rearranges their program so that Jin doesn´t get too many questions asked. On those days, Maru gets to play his role. It is good, it should be wonderful that Jin is strong now, strong enough for those days not to happen for months at times.
Still Nakamaru recognizes the signs, the symptoms of the entire world lying on Jin´s shoulders. There are hints of Jin being too tired to carry his responsibility, to face his stage persona, to satisfy all those fans, and managers, and all those expectations.
Even approaching the couch, Nakamaru feels like a cat sneaking towards his owner, silently creeping on him to ask for his attention. When he runs his fingers over Jin´s ankles to let him know that he is there, that too reminds him of cat´s tail rubbing and pressing against human feet when it shows its affection. Jin bends his knees and lets Nakamaru on the couch. Maru presses his thigh against the soles of Jin´s feet, seeks the contact, and Jin lifts his head, tilts it, and Nakamaru purses his lips, almost purrs for Jin´s attention. Jin sits up and lets Nakamaru scoot closer, lets his head fall onto his shoulder, let´s him press there and worm until Jin lifts his arm, places it on top of the backrest admitting Nakamaru even closer. For the rest of the world it looks like Nakamaru is the one who needs comforting and it´s Jin´s strong and sure shoulder that provides it.
Ueda lets out a sigh of relief seeing the scene. He gives the rest of his group one look, and they know to shut up for once, not to comment or try to claim the couch fortress back for a while. Soon Jin´s elbow on the backrest bends, and his fingers come to comb Maru´s short hair. They play with his ear, almost stroke the smooth hidden skin behind it, and Nakamaru hums contently.
This is all the initiation Nakamaru ever goes through. From now on, it´s Jin who is in control. It´s him who decides if this is enough or if Nakamaru´s coming home with him. If they just lie in front of the television, Nakamaru curled up against Jin´s thigh, his back accepting the body heat as Jin scratches and pets his hair, his neck, his shoulder. If Jin lets him sleep there or takes him to bed, if he plays with him all night or just presses close to him and listens to Nakamaru´s silent, calm breath that will lull him to sleep. Only Jin knows how much of Nakamaru is needed to make him face the world.
It´s all about Jin. Nakamaru gives what he can, accepts what he is given and leans into that gentle touch that treats him like a precious treasure in return for the loyalty of the moment. He shudders only when he remembers that a time might come that this alter ego Jin has had brought to life won´t be needed anymore.
Jin is wide awake and willing to take on the world next day. No one cares why and how. It is expected after all. Ueda, though, buys him a lunch. Nakamaru knows he watches him as he eats it, but nothing is said, and that´s how it is supposed to go. Nakamaru would never be able to admit it out loud; that it´s as much for him as for Jin anyway.
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Baby alert, PG, Ryo/Ueda and a baby, 895 words, finished in comments for beltenebra, originally posted on 22/02/2010
A/N: This is how it started (scroll down a bit), if you are interested. I still don´t feel like writing the whole fic, but I decided to write out the snippets that already formed in my head. The “sucking joke” used to be funny, but I do not remember anymore. And there is rather significant time gap between the last two “snippets. Also if this was to turn into a fic, Ueda´s “dilemma”, his stance on the matter would have been much more developed . . . Take it like small snapshots into a much “bigger picture”.
"I think that this is Johnny telling me I should stop talking about getting married in my twenties," Ryo whispers, his voice full of plain fear. His arms are wrapped around a small bundle of moving limbs and are trembling as he tries to adjust their position without dropping the creature. Ueda thinks the baby is pretty and Ryo needs saving.
~
“She´s cute,” Ueda laughs when the baby grabs his finger that was gently nudging her and pulls.
“You take her then,” Ryo scoffs at the nonchalance with which Ueda´s prying into his personal business.
“And she has some serious sucking power,” Ueda chuckles as his finger is pulled into the baby´s mouth and used as a very effective pacifier.
“What the hell, Ueda! It´s just a baby!”
Ueda has to fight really hard not to laugh out loud. He doesn´t want to upset the small human being that is taking the fact, that person holding it is scared to death, relatively well.
“She´s just hungry, Nishikido-kun. She needs food.”
“I …” Ryo stammers, “I do not have any br .. br…”
“… breasts?” Ueda chuckles yet again.
“I can´t feed her!” Ryo says resolutely, “And how do you know it´s a girl anyway?” He scoffs.
“I just do, I can always tell.”
~
He´s sent Ryo to buy some food formula, and now he wonders if he ever comes back or if he just takes this opportunity to bail. Ueda watches the baby, peacefully sleeping in his arms now, and his heart hurts a little. This baby probably isn´t wanted. Someone just set it aside like an old toy, or unused clothes and left it all alone. On the other hand, he will never know the joy of having a baby. He will never experience the pains and the joys of raising a child, of taking care of it, protecting it, giving it his all and expecting nothing in return only to get so much more. He wouldn´t be able to do it properly anyway. He has long come to terms with all of this, with his own sexuality, with the limitations it encompasses as well as with the restraint of his work. Having a child means having a partner and being an equal to that partner in all the obligations and duties. He is always busy, always travelling, always coming home late at night (to a lonely apartment), and he would never be there enough.
Tatsuya knows that this little girl will be taken to a hospital nursery by the end of the day. If he had a daughter, he would name her Rie.
“What now?” Ryo asks from the doorway, “And why would someone abandon a child?” Ryo´s voice sounds hurt even when he whispers.
His hands are full of diapers, formulas, pacifiers, and bottles, and there is some device to heat a baby bottle as well if Ueda sees correctly. All those supplies would be enough for a week at least
“Here, change her diaper, I think she needs it. I will go and prepare the formula,” Ueda gently lowers the baby, who just woke up, onto a low table, grabs the necessary things from Ryo and flees the room, his longings and Ryo´s wrath.
~
“What are you doing here?” Ueda asks, not looking away from a small hospital bed, one of many in the nursery, and from the tiny baby stirring restlessly in it.
“I could ask the same,” Ryo shrugs, and he too fixes his eyes on the same bed.
“She is leaving tomorrow,” Ueda sighs and turns his back towards the glass pane. He leans on it and settles for watching Ryo stare with sadness and gentleness, his long fringe not doing its job of hiding his emotions for once.
“She still doesn´t have a name,” Ryo says after a while, and his hand clench into fists. “No one came looking for her.”
“She will grow up into a strong woman who will be able to take care of herself and those she will love,” Ueda muses.
“Do you really believe that?” Ryo looks at Ueda, and Ueda looks at their shoes.
“Her name is Rie,” he whispers.
“Do it,” Ryo´s feet make two big steps and still only when the tips of their shoes are touching.
There is silence until one of the babies starts crying and Ueda instinctively turns back to see which one it is. The baby girl blinks and kicks her small leg under a thin blanket but doesn´t voice what Ueda thinks must be frustration of being alone, unwanted and uncared for.
He feels Ryo putting his hand on his shoulder and turns his head to see his face.
“Do it,” Ryo says again, “I … I will help you. This, this baby needs you and you can´t let it go. I … want to help.”
Ueda returns to watching the girl doze off, and when she finally does, he leans to the side, his head falling on Ryo´s shoulder.
“She will drive us crazy,” he says slowly.
“Please, if I can handle you, I can handle one little cute girl.”
Ueda just smiles. “You´ve been warned,” he breathes out.
“I am sure Rie won´t mind having insane parents,” Ryo wraps his arm around Ueda and his face finally clears. “Now only, how do we break the news to Johnny?”
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Shoujo manga, NC-17 (pwp), Koyama/Shige, 1293 words, for tokeruyouna and it´s all her fault!!!, originally posted on 23/02/2010
When Koyama finally coax Shige into having sex with him, the younger man is, in fact, already quite desperate and aroused. There is clumsy fumbling with belts and loud rustling of clothes, rugged breathing in between open mouthed kisses and quick sliding of sweaty skin. It's all over before it even starts. Koyama sighs in mostly contentment, and Shige buries himself under the covers and wills himself to fall asleep before Koyama, or his brain, initiate a discussion about what this means.
A few hours later, he wakes up to a tingling feeling of fleeting kisses on the back of his neck and light grazing of short nails on his back, slowly moving down his spine. He groans at the suddenness of Koyama's sneaky attack and then moans when one of Koyama's hands runs over the curve of his ass and the man pulls at his earlobe.
"Good morning, Shige," Koyama practically purrs into his ear, his breath is hot and bothering, and the tone of his voice is promising.
"Kei ..." Shige murmurs, still half asleep, and gasps right after that as Koyama bites his shoulder playfully and massages his butt cheeks with vigor. One of Koyama's fingers slips in between the two halves and brushes against places Shige doesn´t really want to denominate.
"Just relax and trust me,” Koyama whispers soothingly from somewhere around his seventh vertebra.
Shige mumbles something into his pillow, and his breath quickens while Koyama inches down, kissing and nuzzling Shige´s skin.
Shige kind of predicts where this is going. Still, when Koyama places his hands on both of his hips and gently lifts them up, his breath hitches. He braces himself, puts his arms around his pillow and clutches at it. He is now on his knees, his butt pushed up, his knees spread and Koyama's hands kneading his halves yet again.
Koyama's taking his sweet time. He kisses his way across Shige's lower back and continues along the next curve of his body. His mouth sucking and biting has Shige writhing and squirming. Shige is just as willing as anxious by now, and when Koyama spreads his cheeks at last and chuckles, hot puffs of breath against Shige´s tender skin, the younger man moans. He contemplates begging, but any minute now there should be a slick finger . . .
Shige practically yelps, his body jerking forward and away from Koyama, when what he feels is wet, slick and pushing, but definitely not a finger.
“Calm down,” Koyama mumbles, a little breathless himself, and Shige almost jumps again.
One firm hand pulling him close to Koyama and holding him in place tells Shige that this is really happening. The next moment the tongue is back, swirling and then pressing into him, and Shige´s eyes get all big and googly. The tongue pulls out but presses right back yet again and again.
“Kei . . .” Shige tries to protest, but he more moans than objects. His body shudders as Koyama continues, unfazed. One hand is still massaging and squeezing one of Shige´s butt cheeks, and his nose brushes against Shige´s skin, and this is so wrong, so dirty, but, oh god, so good. Shige fists his hands into the pillow, feels himself spreading his legs further, opening to Koyama even more.
“Fuck,” he gets out as the other man´s tongue dwells deeper, and, finally, one finger joins it, stretching Shige a little more, providing a better access for the tongue. Koyama is taking shallow breaths, the air coming out of his nose only adding to Shige´s building pleasure. Soon enough the younger man is moaning loudly, deep sounds spilling in the bedroom. Koyama stays mostly silent, but when he rumbles, Shige thinks he will soon go crazy.
“Please . . . " The younger man asks, though he is not sure what exactly he is asking for. He doesn´t want this to stop, doesn´t want it to be over. He doesn´t want to lose the sensation running through his body every time the tongue presses in, every time he meets it, his body now rocking steadily.
Koyama seems to understand Shige better than Shige himself. His bodyweight shifts, and his hand sneaks around Shige´s waist, coming to the front and slowly caressing Shige´s abdomen. Shige didn´t think he could get more vocal or more surprised, but he was wrong. However, he is positive that his eyes can´t get any wider than they are.
It becomes crystal clear that Shige won´t last much longer when Koyama´s hand finally wraps around his heavy length and starts stroking slowly. Again, it seems that now that Shige´s cooperating, the other has all the time in the world. He is free to do like he pleases, effectively turning Shige into a shivering mess of need and want.
“Just . . . Kei . . . please, I . . .” Shige´s gasping into the pillow, and his stomach is clenched, his elbows are about to give away under him. That´s when Koyama pulls his head away, though the finger stays inside Shige, pushing deeper and stroking his inside walls.
“Does Shige like this?” Koyama asks teasingly, his hand on Shige´s cock slowing down even more. He kisses Shige´s spine again, waits until Shige replies.
“Yes . . .” he doesn´t think he can say much more. He feels Koyama smiling into his skin.
“Do you want to come now? Like this?” Koyama asks again, hovering over Shige´s backside.
It´s embarrassing, but Shige is past worrying about what anyone would think. It all feels just too good, and he is so close, and Koyama´s finger is still pushing in and pulling out. His own body is moving with it, seeking, wanting more and more, and it would give him away no matter what.
“Yes, please . . . Kei,” he whines. Shige moans next when Koyama´s hand starts moving faster and closes tighter around him. He has to concentrate on not losing his breath until it´s over, and he feels small pins of pleasure piercing his skin everywhere. All of a sudden, Koyama´s tongue is back, pressing as deep as it can reach and pulling out, and it´s too good and too much, and Shige comes with yet another loud groan. He collapses to the side under the weight of his own orgasm. Koyama strokes him through it while Shige shudders. The older man keeps on kissing his back, his hip, his side, finally moving up his body.
Slowly, Shige starts coming back to himself. Koyama reaches for some tissues and cleans his hands and Shige´s stomach. When he returns, it is to lean down and kiss Shige with all his force. Koyama mumbles something against his lips, but Shige´s kind of distracted because this is the tongue that has been driving him crazy just a minute ago, and it is now swiping across his lips. Koyama finds one of Shige´s hands, pries the fist still clenching the pillow open and brings it to his own chest. He guides it down his body, grazing a nipple on the way.
When Koyama moans and moves to nip at Shige´s neckline, the other catches on at last. Shige´s hand becomes sure as it brushes over Koyama´s erection, and Shige pushes himself up, effectively toppling the other onto his back. Koyama´s eyes are sparkling when Shige´s own clear enough to see. Shige smirks.
“Watch me,” he whispers just before he moves down and takes Koyama´s length into his mouth. The last thing he sees before he concentrates on the task at hand is the older man´s eyes getting as wide as Shige´s had been not so long ago. Shige thinks they glow a little and look as if cut out of some true shoujo manga.
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This ^^ might be the most graphic thing I have ever written. @__@ I´m sorry? I am on my way to apologize to KoyaShige.
Nakamaru doesn´t remember who or what has started it all anymore. It has been ages since he took on this role for the first time, and the beginning is not important anymore. What really matters is that even if he wanted to stop, one look at Jin, into his eyes or at his closed eyelids that refuse to open, would make his entire resolve tumble. It´s no use fighting this.
It doesn´t happen that often these days, and Nakamaru knows he should be happy, thankful that is the case. If he said he missed those days, those moments, people would laugh, not that they know. Ueda maybe. Even Jin would laugh at him. But then Jin laughing at him is a good thing, it means Jin is laughing, there is a spark in his eyes, and his nose wrinkles a bit.
It´s all about Jin and about this one look, this one mood that no music can fix. Even Jin knows that no matter what his .mp3 player offers, no matter what melody pours out of his earphones, on those days, it is not enough. On those days, he wears them just to shut everyone out. They are mute and offer an excuse for him not to hear. On those days, he occupies the KAT-TUN´s couch, turns it into his fortress, and no one is let in. Almost no one. On those days, Ueda gives their manager a wary look, and the man sighs and rearranges their program so that Jin doesn´t get too many questions asked. On those days, Maru gets to play his role. It is good, it should be wonderful that Jin is strong now, strong enough for those days not to happen for months at times.
Still Nakamaru recognizes the signs, the symptoms of the entire world lying on Jin´s shoulders. There are hints of Jin being too tired to carry his responsibility, to face his stage persona, to satisfy all those fans, and managers, and all those expectations.
Even approaching the couch, Nakamaru feels like a cat sneaking towards his owner, silently creeping on him to ask for his attention. When he runs his fingers over Jin´s ankles to let him know that he is there, that too reminds him of cat´s tail rubbing and pressing against human feet when it shows its affection. Jin bends his knees and lets Nakamaru on the couch. Maru presses his thigh against the soles of Jin´s feet, seeks the contact, and Jin lifts his head, tilts it, and Nakamaru purses his lips, almost purrs for Jin´s attention. Jin sits up and lets Nakamaru scoot closer, lets his head fall onto his shoulder, let´s him press there and worm until Jin lifts his arm, places it on top of the backrest admitting Nakamaru even closer. For the rest of the world it looks like Nakamaru is the one who needs comforting and it´s Jin´s strong and sure shoulder that provides it.
Ueda lets out a sigh of relief seeing the scene. He gives the rest of his group one look, and they know to shut up for once, not to comment or try to claim the couch fortress back for a while. Soon Jin´s elbow on the backrest bends, and his fingers come to comb Maru´s short hair. They play with his ear, almost stroke the smooth hidden skin behind it, and Nakamaru hums contently.
This is all the initiation Nakamaru ever goes through. From now on, it´s Jin who is in control. It´s him who decides if this is enough or if Nakamaru´s coming home with him. If they just lie in front of the television, Nakamaru curled up against Jin´s thigh, his back accepting the body heat as Jin scratches and pets his hair, his neck, his shoulder. If Jin lets him sleep there or takes him to bed, if he plays with him all night or just presses close to him and listens to Nakamaru´s silent, calm breath that will lull him to sleep. Only Jin knows how much of Nakamaru is needed to make him face the world.
It´s all about Jin. Nakamaru gives what he can, accepts what he is given and leans into that gentle touch that treats him like a precious treasure in return for the loyalty of the moment. He shudders only when he remembers that a time might come that this alter ego Jin has had brought to life won´t be needed anymore.
Jin is wide awake and willing to take on the world next day. No one cares why and how. It is expected after all. Ueda, though, buys him a lunch. Nakamaru knows he watches him as he eats it, but nothing is said, and that´s how it is supposed to go. Nakamaru would never be able to admit it out loud; that it´s as much for him as for Jin anyway.
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Baby alert, PG, Ryo/Ueda and a baby, 895 words, finished in comments for beltenebra, originally posted on 22/02/2010
A/N: This is how it started (scroll down a bit), if you are interested. I still don´t feel like writing the whole fic, but I decided to write out the snippets that already formed in my head. The “sucking joke” used to be funny, but I do not remember anymore. And there is rather significant time gap between the last two “snippets. Also if this was to turn into a fic, Ueda´s “dilemma”, his stance on the matter would have been much more developed . . . Take it like small snapshots into a much “bigger picture”.
"I think that this is Johnny telling me I should stop talking about getting married in my twenties," Ryo whispers, his voice full of plain fear. His arms are wrapped around a small bundle of moving limbs and are trembling as he tries to adjust their position without dropping the creature. Ueda thinks the baby is pretty and Ryo needs saving.
~
“She´s cute,” Ueda laughs when the baby grabs his finger that was gently nudging her and pulls.
“You take her then,” Ryo scoffs at the nonchalance with which Ueda´s prying into his personal business.
“And she has some serious sucking power,” Ueda chuckles as his finger is pulled into the baby´s mouth and used as a very effective pacifier.
“What the hell, Ueda! It´s just a baby!”
Ueda has to fight really hard not to laugh out loud. He doesn´t want to upset the small human being that is taking the fact, that person holding it is scared to death, relatively well.
“She´s just hungry, Nishikido-kun. She needs food.”
“I …” Ryo stammers, “I do not have any br .. br…”
“… breasts?” Ueda chuckles yet again.
“I can´t feed her!” Ryo says resolutely, “And how do you know it´s a girl anyway?” He scoffs.
“I just do, I can always tell.”
~
He´s sent Ryo to buy some food formula, and now he wonders if he ever comes back or if he just takes this opportunity to bail. Ueda watches the baby, peacefully sleeping in his arms now, and his heart hurts a little. This baby probably isn´t wanted. Someone just set it aside like an old toy, or unused clothes and left it all alone. On the other hand, he will never know the joy of having a baby. He will never experience the pains and the joys of raising a child, of taking care of it, protecting it, giving it his all and expecting nothing in return only to get so much more. He wouldn´t be able to do it properly anyway. He has long come to terms with all of this, with his own sexuality, with the limitations it encompasses as well as with the restraint of his work. Having a child means having a partner and being an equal to that partner in all the obligations and duties. He is always busy, always travelling, always coming home late at night (to a lonely apartment), and he would never be there enough.
Tatsuya knows that this little girl will be taken to a hospital nursery by the end of the day. If he had a daughter, he would name her Rie.
“What now?” Ryo asks from the doorway, “And why would someone abandon a child?” Ryo´s voice sounds hurt even when he whispers.
His hands are full of diapers, formulas, pacifiers, and bottles, and there is some device to heat a baby bottle as well if Ueda sees correctly. All those supplies would be enough for a week at least
“Here, change her diaper, I think she needs it. I will go and prepare the formula,” Ueda gently lowers the baby, who just woke up, onto a low table, grabs the necessary things from Ryo and flees the room, his longings and Ryo´s wrath.
~
“What are you doing here?” Ueda asks, not looking away from a small hospital bed, one of many in the nursery, and from the tiny baby stirring restlessly in it.
“I could ask the same,” Ryo shrugs, and he too fixes his eyes on the same bed.
“She is leaving tomorrow,” Ueda sighs and turns his back towards the glass pane. He leans on it and settles for watching Ryo stare with sadness and gentleness, his long fringe not doing its job of hiding his emotions for once.
“She still doesn´t have a name,” Ryo says after a while, and his hand clench into fists. “No one came looking for her.”
“She will grow up into a strong woman who will be able to take care of herself and those she will love,” Ueda muses.
“Do you really believe that?” Ryo looks at Ueda, and Ueda looks at their shoes.
“Her name is Rie,” he whispers.
“Do it,” Ryo´s feet make two big steps and still only when the tips of their shoes are touching.
There is silence until one of the babies starts crying and Ueda instinctively turns back to see which one it is. The baby girl blinks and kicks her small leg under a thin blanket but doesn´t voice what Ueda thinks must be frustration of being alone, unwanted and uncared for.
He feels Ryo putting his hand on his shoulder and turns his head to see his face.
“Do it,” Ryo says again, “I … I will help you. This, this baby needs you and you can´t let it go. I … want to help.”
Ueda returns to watching the girl doze off, and when she finally does, he leans to the side, his head falling on Ryo´s shoulder.
“She will drive us crazy,” he says slowly.
“Please, if I can handle you, I can handle one little cute girl.”
Ueda just smiles. “You´ve been warned,” he breathes out.
“I am sure Rie won´t mind having insane parents,” Ryo wraps his arm around Ueda and his face finally clears. “Now only, how do we break the news to Johnny?”
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Shoujo manga, NC-17 (pwp), Koyama/Shige, 1293 words, for tokeruyouna and it´s all her fault!!!, originally posted on 23/02/2010
When Koyama finally coax Shige into having sex with him, the younger man is, in fact, already quite desperate and aroused. There is clumsy fumbling with belts and loud rustling of clothes, rugged breathing in between open mouthed kisses and quick sliding of sweaty skin. It's all over before it even starts. Koyama sighs in mostly contentment, and Shige buries himself under the covers and wills himself to fall asleep before Koyama, or his brain, initiate a discussion about what this means.
A few hours later, he wakes up to a tingling feeling of fleeting kisses on the back of his neck and light grazing of short nails on his back, slowly moving down his spine. He groans at the suddenness of Koyama's sneaky attack and then moans when one of Koyama's hands runs over the curve of his ass and the man pulls at his earlobe.
"Good morning, Shige," Koyama practically purrs into his ear, his breath is hot and bothering, and the tone of his voice is promising.
"Kei ..." Shige murmurs, still half asleep, and gasps right after that as Koyama bites his shoulder playfully and massages his butt cheeks with vigor. One of Koyama's fingers slips in between the two halves and brushes against places Shige doesn´t really want to denominate.
"Just relax and trust me,” Koyama whispers soothingly from somewhere around his seventh vertebra.
Shige mumbles something into his pillow, and his breath quickens while Koyama inches down, kissing and nuzzling Shige´s skin.
Shige kind of predicts where this is going. Still, when Koyama places his hands on both of his hips and gently lifts them up, his breath hitches. He braces himself, puts his arms around his pillow and clutches at it. He is now on his knees, his butt pushed up, his knees spread and Koyama's hands kneading his halves yet again.
Koyama's taking his sweet time. He kisses his way across Shige's lower back and continues along the next curve of his body. His mouth sucking and biting has Shige writhing and squirming. Shige is just as willing as anxious by now, and when Koyama spreads his cheeks at last and chuckles, hot puffs of breath against Shige´s tender skin, the younger man moans. He contemplates begging, but any minute now there should be a slick finger . . .
Shige practically yelps, his body jerking forward and away from Koyama, when what he feels is wet, slick and pushing, but definitely not a finger.
“Calm down,” Koyama mumbles, a little breathless himself, and Shige almost jumps again.
One firm hand pulling him close to Koyama and holding him in place tells Shige that this is really happening. The next moment the tongue is back, swirling and then pressing into him, and Shige´s eyes get all big and googly. The tongue pulls out but presses right back yet again and again.
“Kei . . .” Shige tries to protest, but he more moans than objects. His body shudders as Koyama continues, unfazed. One hand is still massaging and squeezing one of Shige´s butt cheeks, and his nose brushes against Shige´s skin, and this is so wrong, so dirty, but, oh god, so good. Shige fists his hands into the pillow, feels himself spreading his legs further, opening to Koyama even more.
“Fuck,” he gets out as the other man´s tongue dwells deeper, and, finally, one finger joins it, stretching Shige a little more, providing a better access for the tongue. Koyama is taking shallow breaths, the air coming out of his nose only adding to Shige´s building pleasure. Soon enough the younger man is moaning loudly, deep sounds spilling in the bedroom. Koyama stays mostly silent, but when he rumbles, Shige thinks he will soon go crazy.
“Please . . . " The younger man asks, though he is not sure what exactly he is asking for. He doesn´t want this to stop, doesn´t want it to be over. He doesn´t want to lose the sensation running through his body every time the tongue presses in, every time he meets it, his body now rocking steadily.
Koyama seems to understand Shige better than Shige himself. His bodyweight shifts, and his hand sneaks around Shige´s waist, coming to the front and slowly caressing Shige´s abdomen. Shige didn´t think he could get more vocal or more surprised, but he was wrong. However, he is positive that his eyes can´t get any wider than they are.
It becomes crystal clear that Shige won´t last much longer when Koyama´s hand finally wraps around his heavy length and starts stroking slowly. Again, it seems that now that Shige´s cooperating, the other has all the time in the world. He is free to do like he pleases, effectively turning Shige into a shivering mess of need and want.
“Just . . . Kei . . . please, I . . .” Shige´s gasping into the pillow, and his stomach is clenched, his elbows are about to give away under him. That´s when Koyama pulls his head away, though the finger stays inside Shige, pushing deeper and stroking his inside walls.
“Does Shige like this?” Koyama asks teasingly, his hand on Shige´s cock slowing down even more. He kisses Shige´s spine again, waits until Shige replies.
“Yes . . .” he doesn´t think he can say much more. He feels Koyama smiling into his skin.
“Do you want to come now? Like this?” Koyama asks again, hovering over Shige´s backside.
It´s embarrassing, but Shige is past worrying about what anyone would think. It all feels just too good, and he is so close, and Koyama´s finger is still pushing in and pulling out. His own body is moving with it, seeking, wanting more and more, and it would give him away no matter what.
“Yes, please . . . Kei,” he whines. Shige moans next when Koyama´s hand starts moving faster and closes tighter around him. He has to concentrate on not losing his breath until it´s over, and he feels small pins of pleasure piercing his skin everywhere. All of a sudden, Koyama´s tongue is back, pressing as deep as it can reach and pulling out, and it´s too good and too much, and Shige comes with yet another loud groan. He collapses to the side under the weight of his own orgasm. Koyama strokes him through it while Shige shudders. The older man keeps on kissing his back, his hip, his side, finally moving up his body.
Slowly, Shige starts coming back to himself. Koyama reaches for some tissues and cleans his hands and Shige´s stomach. When he returns, it is to lean down and kiss Shige with all his force. Koyama mumbles something against his lips, but Shige´s kind of distracted because this is the tongue that has been driving him crazy just a minute ago, and it is now swiping across his lips. Koyama finds one of Shige´s hands, pries the fist still clenching the pillow open and brings it to his own chest. He guides it down his body, grazing a nipple on the way.
When Koyama moans and moves to nip at Shige´s neckline, the other catches on at last. Shige´s hand becomes sure as it brushes over Koyama´s erection, and Shige pushes himself up, effectively toppling the other onto his back. Koyama´s eyes are sparkling when Shige´s own clear enough to see. Shige smirks.
“Watch me,” he whispers just before he moves down and takes Koyama´s length into his mouth. The last thing he sees before he concentrates on the task at hand is the older man´s eyes getting as wide as Shige´s had been not so long ago. Shige thinks they glow a little and look as if cut out of some true shoujo manga.
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This ^^ might be the most graphic thing I have ever written. @__@ I´m sorry? I am on my way to apologize to KoyaShige.