Kanjani8 - Always Blame the Choreography - Ohkura/Ryo
Title: Always Blame the Choreography
Fandom: Kanjani8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ohkura/Ryo
Disclaimer: This is a fictional situation that never happened.
Notes: Torn porn! XD
At the end of the song, the choreography dictates that Ohkura put his hand on Ryo's waist and slide it down just until the lights go out. The first time, this goes off without a hitch - the lights go down and they break apart. But, the second, Ryo feels Ohkura chuckling in his ear and he keeps going until Ryo smacks his hand.
They both laugh about it, but then at the third show, Ohkura moves a bit more quickly. He's got his thumb hooked in Ryo's belt before Ryo says anything.
They're almost caught at the fourth show, when Ohkura decides to do the move using both hands. It's time for them to be off the stage a few seconds before they actually make it. Seconds can mean everything in these situations, and they're both nearly scolded for it, but it doesn't stop Ohkura from doing it again at the show that afternoon.
Ryo knows Ohkura can't take it as well as he can dish it out, so he decides to get him back by moving back so their bodies are pressed tightly together. He expects Ohkura to laugh or maybe jump back a little, but instead Ohkura's arms just hold him in place, firmly. They're both a bit sweaty from the performance and Ohkura's breath feels cool on Ryo's neck.
Neither of them laugh about that one. They don't talk about it at all.
The next show is business as usual. Ohkura doesn't even rest his hand on Ryo's body, but gives the impression that they're touching by barely grazing the fabric of Ryo's shirt. He overhears some staff members backstage commenting that neither of them seemed very interested in that performance at all. But they're wrong. Ryo is too interested. It happens again the next time, when Ryo is hyper-aware of every touch, every almost-touch. And the way Ohkura keeps just avoiding his eyes makes him wonder if Ohkura isn't thinking the same.
The tour starts to wind down, and there are only a handful of shows left. Ryo and Ohkura still can't get back to the energy they had at the first few shows, and more of the staff members backstage are starting to notice. Thankfully, it doesn't seem like the audience notices, but coming offstage and getting thin smiles from the staff is frustrating.
It happens again where Ohkura hardly touches Ryo at all. When they hold hands, Ryo's fingers are in the spaces between Ohkura's, but it doesn't even feel like they're making contact, and they never look at each other. Then it's just before the lights go out and Ryo decides that he's had enough. Ohkura's hand hovers away from his body and once they're in the dark Ryo grabs Ohkura's wrist and presses Ohkura's hand to his waist.
"At least pretend like you want to touch me, idiot," Ryo whispers between heavy breaths - his own and then Ohkura's when Ohkura moves closer and Ryo feels his chest heaving against his back.
In the dressing room, Ohkura doesn't say anything. He just casually closes the space between them, put his hands firmly on Ryo's back and kisses him. Ryo doesn't protest then, or when Ohkura turns him around. Or when Ohkura, maybe accidentally, imitates their choreography, but doesn't stop at the usual place, and instead keeps going until Ryo's belt is undone. Ryo presses his palms to the wall in front of him and can't find any reason in his mind to stop this from happening.
They both know that this is the short time between songs when they need to be getting changed, but Ryo can't help but think there are a few minutes at least. Ohkura's hand moves over Ryo's underwear, his dick already half-hard, but Ohkura's maddeningly light touches only turn him on more.
"Just a couple minutes..." Ryo says, through his teeth. It's the most he'll say without begging. Ryo has started to get used to the feeling of Ohkura's body against his back, but now he can clearly feel Ohkura's erection pressed against him, and that's something new. But, not something unwelcome, apparently, as Ryo hisses when Ohkura finally closes his fist around Ryo's dick and all Ryo can think of his how badly he wants Ohkura to fuck him.
Ryo hears the beginning of Hoshii Mono Wa, softly. It's not like they have to get into a particularly complicated costume after this, but the way the staff is usually so excited like they're racers pulling up for a pitstop always makes these things feel even more rushed than they already are. No one is going to find them in here, especially when it's assumed that they're changing, but Ohkura still doesn't seem to be in any hurry.
Ryo rocks his hips forward. Both of Ohkura's hands are around his dick, pulling, and Ohkura's breath is hot against Ryo's shoulder. Ryo urges Ohkura a little faster, his hands still pressed against the wall in front of him, and he's slightly bent because somehow he likes the feeling of Ohkura's cock against his ass. He's a little high on adrenaline, both from the concert and also from everything Ohkura is doing to him, and he feels a little desperate, but he's wondering why he's spent all of this time not doing things like this with Ohkura. It's far more comfortable than it should be. Far more comfortable than Ryo would have imagined it if he'd had the foresight.
"Ryo-chan," Ohkura says, and it seems like the first time Ryo has heard him speak all day. Ohkura grinds his hips against Ryo, the song above them is halfway through, and it seems like Ohkura wants to move things along. Ryo starts to turn around.
If time wasn't an issue, Ryo decides that he would most definitely at least tease Ohkura a little. Maybe about being so damn slow, or about being so easy in the first place. It's not that he needs to justify any of this to himself, but he seems to drop to his knees a little too easily in front of Ohkura. He doesn't look up, because there is a really good chance that Ohkura is smirking at him.
Ohkura helpfully loosens his belt and his pants slip down easily. They fall down around his ankles and Ryo takes the opportunity to smirk up at Ohkura, who is doing exactly what Ryo suspected.
"Well?" Ohkura says, a grin spreading across his face, then Ryo can't help but smile back.
They'll need to be ready to go back out onstage in less time than Ryo even wants to think about. But, this all seems like it's been too long coming to be over so quickly. Ryo takes Ohkura's cock in his hand, pumps it a few times, and Ohkura holds onto Ryo's hair, carefully.
Ryo circles his tongue around the head, takes about half in his mouth before he pulls back. At the same moment, someone knocks on the door.
"Two minutes!"
"Fuck," Ohkura says, and they're both suddenly very aware of the situation they've put themselves in.
Ohkura lets go of Ryo's hair and starts to stroke himself quickly. It'll be faster this way, and Ryo does the same to himself, still kneeling in front of Ohkura. It feels a little intimate, but Ryo can't stop looking at Ohkura, watching his face twist up as he gets closer to orgasm. Ohkura won't look away from Ryo either, and Ryo licks his lips, not purposely trying to be sexy or anything, but he must look a lot more inviting than he intends by the way Ohkura's strokes quicken and his breath becomes fast and sharp.
"Just do it," Ryo says in a whisper. "Come on."
He's getting off on Ohkura getting off on him, and feels something sharp in his stomach, like he's going to come soon, too. He licks his lips again, watching Ohkura's eyes, then he comes in his hand, surprised by quick and how hard and how good the relief feels.
It's a little dirty, the way he's kneeling in front of Ohkura, and even dirtier, maybe, the way he wants Ohkura to get off. It's exciting, too, to think that Ohkura's into this as much as he is. Ryo thinks about being alone, sometime when there isn't such a hurry. Thinks about how much he wants to be bent over with Ohkura behind him...
He leans in a little and licks the tip of Ohkura's cock, and that's all it takes.
"Shit," Ryo says when someone knocks on the door again, this time louder than before.
Ohkura gets himself clothed and grins at Ryo while he slips out the door. As soon as he's properly cleaned up, Ryo follows and they're immediately told to strip and hurry into their next costumes. The rest of the members are already running up the ramp to the stage, but Ryo can't find it in himself to be too worried. He feels too relaxed and warm to care.
"So... what are you doing after the show?" Ohkura asks, casually like they both don't know what he's asking.
"We're staying at my place," Ryo says. "Yours is a total mess."
"Hey! That isn't true..."
"No?" Ryo laughs, pulling his coat on and trying not to move too much while the stylist messes up his already messy hair.
"Well," Ohkura says. "Your place is closer."
"Thought so." Ryo smirks.
They're both pleased to hear rave reviews from the staff after the end of the show. Especially so the next show when they perform TORN, not step perfect, but a woman on the staff comments on how it's sexy the way they didn't take their eyes off of each other the entire time.
At the final show, the lights go out, on cue, and Ohkura holds on tight to Ryo's waist. A few seconds pass. He doesn't let go.
"Don't even think about it," Ryo says.
It's the last show, they've already nearly gotten into trouble for this once before.
"Think about what?" Ohkura says, squeezing Ryo's ass with both hands.
"Idiot," Ryo says.
But, they make it off the stage before the lights come back up, no harm done, except that Ohkura is backing him into the dressing room and Ryo knows exactly why.
"Hey, this time you guys want to hurry so you don't hold the rest of us up?" Subaru says, as they pass him in the hall. "Just sayin'."
Ryo doesn't remember the last time he saw Subaru grin that widely.
Ohkura just shrugs and kicks the door closed.
Fandom: Kanjani8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ohkura/Ryo
Disclaimer: This is a fictional situation that never happened.
Notes: Torn porn! XD
At the end of the song, the choreography dictates that Ohkura put his hand on Ryo's waist and slide it down just until the lights go out. The first time, this goes off without a hitch - the lights go down and they break apart. But, the second, Ryo feels Ohkura chuckling in his ear and he keeps going until Ryo smacks his hand.
They both laugh about it, but then at the third show, Ohkura moves a bit more quickly. He's got his thumb hooked in Ryo's belt before Ryo says anything.
They're almost caught at the fourth show, when Ohkura decides to do the move using both hands. It's time for them to be off the stage a few seconds before they actually make it. Seconds can mean everything in these situations, and they're both nearly scolded for it, but it doesn't stop Ohkura from doing it again at the show that afternoon.
Ryo knows Ohkura can't take it as well as he can dish it out, so he decides to get him back by moving back so their bodies are pressed tightly together. He expects Ohkura to laugh or maybe jump back a little, but instead Ohkura's arms just hold him in place, firmly. They're both a bit sweaty from the performance and Ohkura's breath feels cool on Ryo's neck.
Neither of them laugh about that one. They don't talk about it at all.
The next show is business as usual. Ohkura doesn't even rest his hand on Ryo's body, but gives the impression that they're touching by barely grazing the fabric of Ryo's shirt. He overhears some staff members backstage commenting that neither of them seemed very interested in that performance at all. But they're wrong. Ryo is too interested. It happens again the next time, when Ryo is hyper-aware of every touch, every almost-touch. And the way Ohkura keeps just avoiding his eyes makes him wonder if Ohkura isn't thinking the same.
The tour starts to wind down, and there are only a handful of shows left. Ryo and Ohkura still can't get back to the energy they had at the first few shows, and more of the staff members backstage are starting to notice. Thankfully, it doesn't seem like the audience notices, but coming offstage and getting thin smiles from the staff is frustrating.
It happens again where Ohkura hardly touches Ryo at all. When they hold hands, Ryo's fingers are in the spaces between Ohkura's, but it doesn't even feel like they're making contact, and they never look at each other. Then it's just before the lights go out and Ryo decides that he's had enough. Ohkura's hand hovers away from his body and once they're in the dark Ryo grabs Ohkura's wrist and presses Ohkura's hand to his waist.
"At least pretend like you want to touch me, idiot," Ryo whispers between heavy breaths - his own and then Ohkura's when Ohkura moves closer and Ryo feels his chest heaving against his back.
In the dressing room, Ohkura doesn't say anything. He just casually closes the space between them, put his hands firmly on Ryo's back and kisses him. Ryo doesn't protest then, or when Ohkura turns him around. Or when Ohkura, maybe accidentally, imitates their choreography, but doesn't stop at the usual place, and instead keeps going until Ryo's belt is undone. Ryo presses his palms to the wall in front of him and can't find any reason in his mind to stop this from happening.
They both know that this is the short time between songs when they need to be getting changed, but Ryo can't help but think there are a few minutes at least. Ohkura's hand moves over Ryo's underwear, his dick already half-hard, but Ohkura's maddeningly light touches only turn him on more.
"Just a couple minutes..." Ryo says, through his teeth. It's the most he'll say without begging. Ryo has started to get used to the feeling of Ohkura's body against his back, but now he can clearly feel Ohkura's erection pressed against him, and that's something new. But, not something unwelcome, apparently, as Ryo hisses when Ohkura finally closes his fist around Ryo's dick and all Ryo can think of his how badly he wants Ohkura to fuck him.
Ryo hears the beginning of Hoshii Mono Wa, softly. It's not like they have to get into a particularly complicated costume after this, but the way the staff is usually so excited like they're racers pulling up for a pitstop always makes these things feel even more rushed than they already are. No one is going to find them in here, especially when it's assumed that they're changing, but Ohkura still doesn't seem to be in any hurry.
Ryo rocks his hips forward. Both of Ohkura's hands are around his dick, pulling, and Ohkura's breath is hot against Ryo's shoulder. Ryo urges Ohkura a little faster, his hands still pressed against the wall in front of him, and he's slightly bent because somehow he likes the feeling of Ohkura's cock against his ass. He's a little high on adrenaline, both from the concert and also from everything Ohkura is doing to him, and he feels a little desperate, but he's wondering why he's spent all of this time not doing things like this with Ohkura. It's far more comfortable than it should be. Far more comfortable than Ryo would have imagined it if he'd had the foresight.
"Ryo-chan," Ohkura says, and it seems like the first time Ryo has heard him speak all day. Ohkura grinds his hips against Ryo, the song above them is halfway through, and it seems like Ohkura wants to move things along. Ryo starts to turn around.
If time wasn't an issue, Ryo decides that he would most definitely at least tease Ohkura a little. Maybe about being so damn slow, or about being so easy in the first place. It's not that he needs to justify any of this to himself, but he seems to drop to his knees a little too easily in front of Ohkura. He doesn't look up, because there is a really good chance that Ohkura is smirking at him.
Ohkura helpfully loosens his belt and his pants slip down easily. They fall down around his ankles and Ryo takes the opportunity to smirk up at Ohkura, who is doing exactly what Ryo suspected.
"Well?" Ohkura says, a grin spreading across his face, then Ryo can't help but smile back.
They'll need to be ready to go back out onstage in less time than Ryo even wants to think about. But, this all seems like it's been too long coming to be over so quickly. Ryo takes Ohkura's cock in his hand, pumps it a few times, and Ohkura holds onto Ryo's hair, carefully.
Ryo circles his tongue around the head, takes about half in his mouth before he pulls back. At the same moment, someone knocks on the door.
"Two minutes!"
"Fuck," Ohkura says, and they're both suddenly very aware of the situation they've put themselves in.
Ohkura lets go of Ryo's hair and starts to stroke himself quickly. It'll be faster this way, and Ryo does the same to himself, still kneeling in front of Ohkura. It feels a little intimate, but Ryo can't stop looking at Ohkura, watching his face twist up as he gets closer to orgasm. Ohkura won't look away from Ryo either, and Ryo licks his lips, not purposely trying to be sexy or anything, but he must look a lot more inviting than he intends by the way Ohkura's strokes quicken and his breath becomes fast and sharp.
"Just do it," Ryo says in a whisper. "Come on."
He's getting off on Ohkura getting off on him, and feels something sharp in his stomach, like he's going to come soon, too. He licks his lips again, watching Ohkura's eyes, then he comes in his hand, surprised by quick and how hard and how good the relief feels.
It's a little dirty, the way he's kneeling in front of Ohkura, and even dirtier, maybe, the way he wants Ohkura to get off. It's exciting, too, to think that Ohkura's into this as much as he is. Ryo thinks about being alone, sometime when there isn't such a hurry. Thinks about how much he wants to be bent over with Ohkura behind him...
He leans in a little and licks the tip of Ohkura's cock, and that's all it takes.
"Shit," Ryo says when someone knocks on the door again, this time louder than before.
Ohkura gets himself clothed and grins at Ryo while he slips out the door. As soon as he's properly cleaned up, Ryo follows and they're immediately told to strip and hurry into their next costumes. The rest of the members are already running up the ramp to the stage, but Ryo can't find it in himself to be too worried. He feels too relaxed and warm to care.
"So... what are you doing after the show?" Ohkura asks, casually like they both don't know what he's asking.
"We're staying at my place," Ryo says. "Yours is a total mess."
"Hey! That isn't true..."
"No?" Ryo laughs, pulling his coat on and trying not to move too much while the stylist messes up his already messy hair.
"Well," Ohkura says. "Your place is closer."
"Thought so." Ryo smirks.
They're both pleased to hear rave reviews from the staff after the end of the show. Especially so the next show when they perform TORN, not step perfect, but a woman on the staff comments on how it's sexy the way they didn't take their eyes off of each other the entire time.
At the final show, the lights go out, on cue, and Ohkura holds on tight to Ryo's waist. A few seconds pass. He doesn't let go.
"Don't even think about it," Ryo says.
It's the last show, they've already nearly gotten into trouble for this once before.
"Think about what?" Ohkura says, squeezing Ryo's ass with both hands.
"Idiot," Ryo says.
But, they make it off the stage before the lights come back up, no harm done, except that Ohkura is backing him into the dressing room and Ryo knows exactly why.
"Hey, this time you guys want to hurry so you don't hold the rest of us up?" Subaru says, as they pass him in the hall. "Just sayin'."
Ryo doesn't remember the last time he saw Subaru grin that widely.
Ohkura just shrugs and kicks the door closed.