[FIC] NewS - Say My Name
Title: Say My Name
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Nishikido/Kato
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: First time writing this pairing, but I actually like how it turned out. For zhelchimarquez , who wanted something about Shige's comment to Ryo, "Can I call you Ryo-chan this year?" or something like that. I hope you like it! For my 100+ Member Celebration Event.
“Say it again,” Ryo growls against his skin, teeth lightly grazing the hollow of his neck, followed by the faint flicker of a tongue. Shige groans, dark and low in his throat, and arches into the touch as his eyes slide closed, for once incapable of articulating anything beyond a breathy, helpless sort of noise that makes him flush in embarrassment.
Ryo grunts, displeased, and bites down hard, prompting a hiss, Shige’s hands coming up to tug impatiently at his hair. Ryo’s hands are on his hips, holding them firmly in place despite the younger man’s desperate attempts at bucking up, looking for friction, heat, something. “Fuck, Ryo-”
He breaks off into a gasp and Ryo’s fingers tighten, digging into his skin almost painfully. “Say it right.”
And Shige thinks it isn’t right, that Ryo has this kind of control over him, that the older man can so easily reduce him to a quivering mess. But at the same time, he knows it’s his own fault, knows he set himself up for it, and damn if he isn’t loving every fucking moment of it, torture or not. “R-Ryo-chan.” He says in compliance, only it comes out as more of a whimper.
Ryo smiles - not the Cheshire grin that he so often uses, nor the egotistical smirk that drives Shige insane, but an actual smile -- against his skin, murmurs soft words of praise, and for a while after, Shige can’t think straight.
~***~
Afterwards, when they’re both significantly calmer, heart rates steadied and breathing even, Ryo takes Shige’s face in his hands, calloused thumbs rubbing soft circle against his cheeks, and says, “That is why you’re not allowed to call me that in public.” He grins suddenly, and then adds, “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
Shige flushes, sputters out an angry reply, and Ryo just laughs at him.
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Nishikido/Kato
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: First time writing this pairing, but I actually like how it turned out. For zhelchimarquez , who wanted something about Shige's comment to Ryo, "Can I call you Ryo-chan this year?" or something like that. I hope you like it! For my 100+ Member Celebration Event.
“Say it again,” Ryo growls against his skin, teeth lightly grazing the hollow of his neck, followed by the faint flicker of a tongue. Shige groans, dark and low in his throat, and arches into the touch as his eyes slide closed, for once incapable of articulating anything beyond a breathy, helpless sort of noise that makes him flush in embarrassment.
Ryo grunts, displeased, and bites down hard, prompting a hiss, Shige’s hands coming up to tug impatiently at his hair. Ryo’s hands are on his hips, holding them firmly in place despite the younger man’s desperate attempts at bucking up, looking for friction, heat, something. “Fuck, Ryo-”
He breaks off into a gasp and Ryo’s fingers tighten, digging into his skin almost painfully. “Say it right.”
And Shige thinks it isn’t right, that Ryo has this kind of control over him, that the older man can so easily reduce him to a quivering mess. But at the same time, he knows it’s his own fault, knows he set himself up for it, and damn if he isn’t loving every fucking moment of it, torture or not. “R-Ryo-chan.” He says in compliance, only it comes out as more of a whimper.
Ryo smiles - not the Cheshire grin that he so often uses, nor the egotistical smirk that drives Shige insane, but an actual smile -- against his skin, murmurs soft words of praise, and for a while after, Shige can’t think straight.
~***~
Afterwards, when they’re both significantly calmer, heart rates steadied and breathing even, Ryo takes Shige’s face in his hands, calloused thumbs rubbing soft circle against his cheeks, and says, “That is why you’re not allowed to call me that in public.” He grins suddenly, and then adds, “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
Shige flushes, sputters out an angry reply, and Ryo just laughs at him.