Not So Wholesome
TITLE: Not So Wholesome
PAIRING: KoyaShige
RATING: NC17
WORD COUNT: 2,657
SUMMARY: The return of KoyaShige's Gachapin costumes.
NOTES: Abuse of a Japanese childhood icon. Road head. Maybe a little D/s. This is what they're wearing in most of the fic. Happy (early) Halloween.
Shige is well aware of the fact that Halloween is an imported holiday - like Christmas and Valentine's Day - and that it's a children's holiday, contrary to what the annual horde of drunk foreigners on the Yamanote line seem to think. It wasn't popular when he was a kid, so he didn't grow up with it, and, therefore, there's a distinct lack of memories of any kind about it in his mind. So, come October, he might have to put up with a few Halloween-themed photoshoots and his mother talking at him about pumpkin recipes, but that's about the extent of it.
Until Jin's influence over Yamapi reaches a breaking point, and Shige receives a certain text message.
Saturday. Party. My place.
Costume required.
Shige grimaces at his phone before typing his reply: Halloween isn't even on Saturday.
Yamapi sends back an unhappy emoticon and Don't be so picky. This is why Ryo-chan says you don't get laid as much as is normal for an idol.
Even though Shige gets the message just a few days before Halloween, he completely forgets about it until Saturday night when Koyama calls him.
"I don't feel like driving. Come pick me up, Shige," Koyama whines over the phone.
"What for?"
"Pi's party. If we don't show up, he'll be sad, you know."
Shige swears, and Koyama tells him not to take to long.
15 minutes of digging through his closet only gives Shige one option for his costume: the Gachapin outfit from Koyama's surprise birthday party.
"At least it's comfortable," Shige mumbles as he strips, and puts it on.
But, Koyama isn't so happy about Shige's choice of attire.
Probably, because his is exactly the same.
"We can't go as the same thing!"
"Then go change."
"I don't have anything else!"
"Neither did I!"
It's a Battle of the Wills, and Shige wins. Sort of.
With a defeated face, Koyama climbs into the passenger seat, still in the Gachapin outfit, and looks almost guiltily at Shige.
"Do you think they'll make fun of us for this?"
Shige sighs. "Yes."
And, Shige was totally right. Koki laughs at them, standing in the doorway, almost purposefully not letting them in for an entire minute. When he wipes the tears out of his eyes and finally moves to let them in, he says, "I love how lame you two are."
Shige can't help but mumble, "Who was it that debuted first?" under his breath, just loud enough for Koki to hear.
Ryo laughs at them too. And Jin. And Yamapi.
Basically, every one gets a good laugh out of KoyaShige, obviously awkwardly dressed the same at a party with barely 15 people in attendance.
Koyama blabbles off a several minute long explanation, while Shige excuses himself to the kitchen for a much needed beer.
-
Two hours, and almost three times as many beers for Shige, later, the costumes have almost come to physically symbolize the depth of KoyaShige to the latter half of the pair.
"It means we're in sync, right?" Shige mumbles into his beer, at that point of intoxication where he loves the other members more than life itself.
"I think it means you're both unoriginal," Ryo says.
Shige throws a pillow at him, but his aim is totally off, and the room has a good chuckle over that at his expense.
Koyama pats Shige on the head. "It's okay that we're dressed the same."
"Is it?"
"Yeah."
Shige can feel his eyes water a little, and Koyama laughs good naturedly when Shige grabs him around the shoulders in an awkward, drunken man-hug.
-
The party is clearing out. Some people are stumbling their way back home, and others are debating which club to hit up for the rest of the night.
Koyama has a drunk Shige hanging off of him, their costumes blending into one giant four-armed, four-legged monstrosity.
"Are you sure you can handle him?" Yamapi asks, slipping on a pair of boots while Koyama and Shige are standing outside the front door.
"I'll take good care of Mr. Katou," Koyama laughs. The pair wave goodbye to the other attendees still around and stumble over towards Shige's car.
Koyama dumps him in the backseat, just as Shige starts up a solo rendition of Ai nante. Sliding into the driver's seat, Koyama joins in, mostly because Shige can't reach Ryo and Tegoshi's high notes at all.
Koyama tries to drive slowly and carefully, but around every left turn, Koyama can hear Shige's head bump into the door panel and him curse.
At a stop light, Koyama turns around in his seat. "Shige, sit up." He reaches and tugs at the sleeve of Shige's closest arm. "Sit up. Stop bumping your head."
With much effort, he does sit up. But, Shige puts a little too much forward motion into it, and falls over the center console, nearly bashing heads with Koyama, who moves out of the way at the last second.
"Shiiigeeee," Koyama whines, as he turns his attention back to the road.
"Best friend," Shige sing-songs, still flopped over the console and waving his hands in the air.
"Yes, yes, best friends."
Shige makes a happy, squeaking sort of noise, and Koyama hears it right next to his ear. "Best friends!"
Koyama stops at another red light, and takes a glance at Shige, who is beaming at him, smile wide and crow's feet wrinkled by his eyes. Koyama can't help but laugh gently at the site, and Shige takes the opportunity to lean towards him and kiss him on the cheek.
"Eh- Ack. Shige!" Koyama snaps, reaching for a little box of tissues on the door. The light changes green.
"Best friend," Shige repeats, and tries to hug Koyama around the shoulders again.
"I'm driving!"
Shige stops, and considers that for a moment, before moving his hands entirely off Koyama and leaning back, properly sitting in the rear seats. "'M sorry."
Koyama looks back at Shige by way of the rearview mirror, and almost feels guilty for snapping at him. Up ahead of them, another light turns yellow.
"Shige, do you want to come sit up here with me?"
The car stops at the now red light, and Shige crawls between the seats, flopping awkwardly into the passenger seat. He curls up with his head on the center console, and Koyama doesn't think it looks comfortable at all.
"That can't be good for your neck. Sit up."
Shige doesn't move. "I wish this car had a front bench seat."
Koyama laughs. "That's so retro and old-timey."
The light turns green.
"You really are my best friend."
"I know. You don't have to keep saying it."
"I love you."
Koyama clicks his tongue in fake annoyance, and reaches over to pat Shige on the shoulder.
"Don't you love me too?"
"Yes, yes," Koyama sighs, "I love you too, Shige."
"Take Machidoori back to my place," Shige mumbles, and Koyama frowns.
"Machidoori has more lights on it."
"I know."
"Why-"
"Just take Machidoori."
Koyama figures Shige is just being drunk and stubborn, so he turns onto Machidoori, swearing when he sees all the lights lined up, not at all in sync with once another.
"This is going to take forever."
"Good," Shige says, sitting up, and looking at Koyama with heavy eyes.
It's an unnerving stare; dark and meaningful with something that's almost familiar. "Shige, what-"
Koyama isn't able to finish that thought, though. Because Shige has Koyama bottom lip between his lip, and is pressing forward with his tongue between Koyama's lips. Koyama is in shock, absolutely frozen, until a car honks behind him, and he realizes the light is green. Shige moves away, pressing his face into Koyama's neck and softly kissing behind his ear. Koyama drives like he's on autopilot; the car that was behind them passes them and turns at the next light.
"Stay focused, Koyama," Shige mumbles, and Koyama can feel him grin.
"... What are you thinking, Shige?"
"I'm drunk and love you."
Koyama frowns. "I don't especially like the order of that."
".... I love you and I'm drunk?"
They stop at another light, and Koyama turns toward Shige, to actually talk to his face, but Shige has other plans - like making out furiously for the few seconds they're stopped. Koyama literally has to keep one eye open and on the light for when it changes. Shige pulls away, but it's still red.
"You're always there for me."
Koyama laughs, tired and maybe a little crazy. "That's what best friends do."
Green.
Koyama's attention is back on the road, but Shige's still staring at him, and Koyama can feel his gaze move.
"What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking about giving you road head."
Koyama nearly slams on the brakes with the shock of the statement, which Shige seems to utterly ignore as he makes his internal decision and reaches for the lowest few buttons on Koyama's Gachapin costume.
"What- No, I. Shige, I'm driving."
"Hence, road head."
And, that is how Koyama discovers that Shige is actually still quite dexterous when drunk, making short work of the buttons, and sticking his hand in the costume, rubbing Koyama through his underwear. Koyama bites the inside of his lip, and tightens his grip on the steering wheel.
Red.
With his hand still moving, sliding along Koyama's thigh and sneaking into his boxers, Shige kisses him again.
"You're getting hard."
Koyama grumbles and gives Shige an irritated look.
Shige just laughs quietly and ducks his head under Koyama's arm, moving his own hand around inside Koyama's outfit, shifting fabric out of the way. Koyama takes a deep breath, and focuses his attention on the light. With the heavy fabric of the Gachapin outfit in the way, Shige's face in his crotch doesn't feel like anything right now. But, just as it turns green, things shift a little more, and he feels light, damp, puffing breath against his skin.
"Drive safely," Shige chimes, like a radio DJ would, and directs Koyama's cock into his mouth.
Koyama shudders, stepping lightly on the gas. Shige's lips are a little chapped, and it feels fucking amazing; the roughness combined with wet heat and Shige's tongue dancing along the most sensitive part of his body. It's like a battle with his own mind; the road or the road head.
Yellow.
Koyama presses on the brake, and allows himself a look down. It's comical and oh so erotic at the same time. The combination of two Gachapin costumes, the back of Shige's head and his mouth doing that is almost too much for Koyama to process at once, and he can't help but moan.
Red.
Koyama spares a glance at the surroundings outside the car.
"We're... three or four blocks from your place."
Shige picks his head up, looks around and nods. Turns just enough to kiss Koyama for a second before diving back down.
They don't hit any more red lights for the final few blocks, and Koyama's pretty sure it's some form of divine intervention.
Shige doesn't even pay attention to the fact they'd arrived at his apartment until Koyama turns off the car and pulls at the hood of his outfit.
He sits up, lips red and swollen, and asks, sounding confused, "We're back?"
"Yes," Koyama growls.
Shige frowns. "I didn't get to finish the road head." He tucks Koyama back into the outfit and buttons it up. "My back hurts from the angle, so let's finish upstairs."
Koyama is totally okay with that arrangement.
They stumble up the stairs, grabbing at each other's skin and clothing and hair. Koyama works at sucking a hickey onto the back of Shige's neck, while the younger fumbles with his keys. When it's finally open, they fall inside, the door closing behind them.
Koyama presses Shige against the wall and rubs himself off against his thigh, mumbling, "What were you saying about finishing inside?"
Shige falls to the floor like he'd been knocked over, and claws at the bottom half of the buttons again, while Koyama works on the top half. They finish about the same time, and Koyama pulls his arms out of the sleeves. The fabric hangs off his hips and he rests his arms against the wall, looking down just in time to see Shige swallow him again.
"Look at me," Koyama whispers, but with a weight in his voice, and Shige's eyes shoot up. He puts his hands on the back of Koyama's thighs, like he's trying to pull Koyama closer. Koyama exhales, and does, and when Shige's head bumps against the wall, trapped firmly between it and Koyama, he gets it, moans, and rolls his hips against Shige's face, reveling in the power and not once breaking eye contact with Shige.
It doesn't take long; not when he's been so worked up for so long.
"Shige," Koyama croaks, "I'm-"
Koyama almost starts to move away, but Shige's hands on his thighs don't flinch or move or let up the pressure, and he says everything he needs to with his eyes. Koyama trembles, feels it in his gut as the muscles start to spasm with excitement, just at the precipice of release.
Koyama chokes out Shige name one last time, one final warning that Shige doesn't seem to pay attention to, just keeps holding Koyama close, like maybe he's the one in control, and lets Koyama ride out his orgasm, muscles flexing and bunching and Koyama groans and Shige swallows everything.
Koyama takes a step back, letting Shige move away from the wall. They finally break eye contact when Shige helps Koyama step out of the legs of the costume.
"That was fun," Shige says as he stands, his voice hoarse.
Koyama frowns, grabs his hand, pulls him over the couch, and pushes him down on it.
"You're insane," Koyama snaps, and for a second, Shige thinks there might be a problem, until Koyama practically climbs into his lap and rips two buttons off in his frantic movement to get a hand in Shige's pants.
With the first brush of fingers, Shige groans and drops his head back. Koyama sucks at his neck, like he wants to leave a second hickey on Shige, just for good measure, and jerks him off with strong, long strokes. Shige's hips twitch in his hand and his breath is gasping.
"K-Koyama-"
"What?" He asks against Shige's skin.
"Y-you can be Ga... Gacha... pin."
"Who'll you be?"
"M-Mukka," Shige whines, trying to press himself further into Koyama's hand.
"But, no one like Mukka."
Shige keens, like he can't keep this up for much longer. "Gacha.. pin likes.... Mukka."
Koyama leans back, and looks at Shige - really looks at him. Messed up hair, flushed face, eyes wide and dilated, swollen lips and the obvious hickey near his collarbone.
"Yeah," Koyama says. "Gachapin likes Mukka."
Shige pitches himself forward, mumbling something that sounds like Koyama's name. Their teeth clink and clash into each other's as they kiss, rough and desperate like it's all they know. Shige's not even in a rational enough state of mind to warn Koyama about his impending climax. But, Koyama figures it out easily enough on his own once there's sticky wetness on his hand and the inside of Shige's Gachapin costume.
Shige flops his head back on the couch, panting, and it reminds Koyama of how much Shige struggled during the early episodes of Soukon and he can't help but laugh at the memory as he reaches for a box of tissues.
Shige starts fidgeting, and Koyama helps him out of the costume, too small for his frame, and Koyama's pretty sure he heard a few seams rip.
"We won't fit on the couch," Koyama says, standing and trying to pull Shige up too.
They stumble into the bedroom, falling into Shige's double bed giggling, fighting over the blankets, and ending up smushed together, sharing the only pillow.
PAIRING: KoyaShige
RATING: NC17
WORD COUNT: 2,657
SUMMARY: The return of KoyaShige's Gachapin costumes.
NOTES: Abuse of a Japanese childhood icon. Road head. Maybe a little D/s. This is what they're wearing in most of the fic. Happy (early) Halloween.
Shige is well aware of the fact that Halloween is an imported holiday - like Christmas and Valentine's Day - and that it's a children's holiday, contrary to what the annual horde of drunk foreigners on the Yamanote line seem to think. It wasn't popular when he was a kid, so he didn't grow up with it, and, therefore, there's a distinct lack of memories of any kind about it in his mind. So, come October, he might have to put up with a few Halloween-themed photoshoots and his mother talking at him about pumpkin recipes, but that's about the extent of it.
Until Jin's influence over Yamapi reaches a breaking point, and Shige receives a certain text message.
Saturday. Party. My place.
Costume required.
Shige grimaces at his phone before typing his reply: Halloween isn't even on Saturday.
Yamapi sends back an unhappy emoticon and Don't be so picky. This is why Ryo-chan says you don't get laid as much as is normal for an idol.
Even though Shige gets the message just a few days before Halloween, he completely forgets about it until Saturday night when Koyama calls him.
"I don't feel like driving. Come pick me up, Shige," Koyama whines over the phone.
"What for?"
"Pi's party. If we don't show up, he'll be sad, you know."
Shige swears, and Koyama tells him not to take to long.
15 minutes of digging through his closet only gives Shige one option for his costume: the Gachapin outfit from Koyama's surprise birthday party.
"At least it's comfortable," Shige mumbles as he strips, and puts it on.
But, Koyama isn't so happy about Shige's choice of attire.
Probably, because his is exactly the same.
"We can't go as the same thing!"
"Then go change."
"I don't have anything else!"
"Neither did I!"
It's a Battle of the Wills, and Shige wins. Sort of.
With a defeated face, Koyama climbs into the passenger seat, still in the Gachapin outfit, and looks almost guiltily at Shige.
"Do you think they'll make fun of us for this?"
Shige sighs. "Yes."
And, Shige was totally right. Koki laughs at them, standing in the doorway, almost purposefully not letting them in for an entire minute. When he wipes the tears out of his eyes and finally moves to let them in, he says, "I love how lame you two are."
Shige can't help but mumble, "Who was it that debuted first?" under his breath, just loud enough for Koki to hear.
Ryo laughs at them too. And Jin. And Yamapi.
Basically, every one gets a good laugh out of KoyaShige, obviously awkwardly dressed the same at a party with barely 15 people in attendance.
Koyama blabbles off a several minute long explanation, while Shige excuses himself to the kitchen for a much needed beer.
-
Two hours, and almost three times as many beers for Shige, later, the costumes have almost come to physically symbolize the depth of KoyaShige to the latter half of the pair.
"It means we're in sync, right?" Shige mumbles into his beer, at that point of intoxication where he loves the other members more than life itself.
"I think it means you're both unoriginal," Ryo says.
Shige throws a pillow at him, but his aim is totally off, and the room has a good chuckle over that at his expense.
Koyama pats Shige on the head. "It's okay that we're dressed the same."
"Is it?"
"Yeah."
Shige can feel his eyes water a little, and Koyama laughs good naturedly when Shige grabs him around the shoulders in an awkward, drunken man-hug.
-
The party is clearing out. Some people are stumbling their way back home, and others are debating which club to hit up for the rest of the night.
Koyama has a drunk Shige hanging off of him, their costumes blending into one giant four-armed, four-legged monstrosity.
"Are you sure you can handle him?" Yamapi asks, slipping on a pair of boots while Koyama and Shige are standing outside the front door.
"I'll take good care of Mr. Katou," Koyama laughs. The pair wave goodbye to the other attendees still around and stumble over towards Shige's car.
Koyama dumps him in the backseat, just as Shige starts up a solo rendition of Ai nante. Sliding into the driver's seat, Koyama joins in, mostly because Shige can't reach Ryo and Tegoshi's high notes at all.
Koyama tries to drive slowly and carefully, but around every left turn, Koyama can hear Shige's head bump into the door panel and him curse.
At a stop light, Koyama turns around in his seat. "Shige, sit up." He reaches and tugs at the sleeve of Shige's closest arm. "Sit up. Stop bumping your head."
With much effort, he does sit up. But, Shige puts a little too much forward motion into it, and falls over the center console, nearly bashing heads with Koyama, who moves out of the way at the last second.
"Shiiigeeee," Koyama whines, as he turns his attention back to the road.
"Best friend," Shige sing-songs, still flopped over the console and waving his hands in the air.
"Yes, yes, best friends."
Shige makes a happy, squeaking sort of noise, and Koyama hears it right next to his ear. "Best friends!"
Koyama stops at another red light, and takes a glance at Shige, who is beaming at him, smile wide and crow's feet wrinkled by his eyes. Koyama can't help but laugh gently at the site, and Shige takes the opportunity to lean towards him and kiss him on the cheek.
"Eh- Ack. Shige!" Koyama snaps, reaching for a little box of tissues on the door. The light changes green.
"Best friend," Shige repeats, and tries to hug Koyama around the shoulders again.
"I'm driving!"
Shige stops, and considers that for a moment, before moving his hands entirely off Koyama and leaning back, properly sitting in the rear seats. "'M sorry."
Koyama looks back at Shige by way of the rearview mirror, and almost feels guilty for snapping at him. Up ahead of them, another light turns yellow.
"Shige, do you want to come sit up here with me?"
The car stops at the now red light, and Shige crawls between the seats, flopping awkwardly into the passenger seat. He curls up with his head on the center console, and Koyama doesn't think it looks comfortable at all.
"That can't be good for your neck. Sit up."
Shige doesn't move. "I wish this car had a front bench seat."
Koyama laughs. "That's so retro and old-timey."
The light turns green.
"You really are my best friend."
"I know. You don't have to keep saying it."
"I love you."
Koyama clicks his tongue in fake annoyance, and reaches over to pat Shige on the shoulder.
"Don't you love me too?"
"Yes, yes," Koyama sighs, "I love you too, Shige."
"Take Machidoori back to my place," Shige mumbles, and Koyama frowns.
"Machidoori has more lights on it."
"I know."
"Why-"
"Just take Machidoori."
Koyama figures Shige is just being drunk and stubborn, so he turns onto Machidoori, swearing when he sees all the lights lined up, not at all in sync with once another.
"This is going to take forever."
"Good," Shige says, sitting up, and looking at Koyama with heavy eyes.
It's an unnerving stare; dark and meaningful with something that's almost familiar. "Shige, what-"
Koyama isn't able to finish that thought, though. Because Shige has Koyama bottom lip between his lip, and is pressing forward with his tongue between Koyama's lips. Koyama is in shock, absolutely frozen, until a car honks behind him, and he realizes the light is green. Shige moves away, pressing his face into Koyama's neck and softly kissing behind his ear. Koyama drives like he's on autopilot; the car that was behind them passes them and turns at the next light.
"Stay focused, Koyama," Shige mumbles, and Koyama can feel him grin.
"... What are you thinking, Shige?"
"I'm drunk and love you."
Koyama frowns. "I don't especially like the order of that."
".... I love you and I'm drunk?"
They stop at another light, and Koyama turns toward Shige, to actually talk to his face, but Shige has other plans - like making out furiously for the few seconds they're stopped. Koyama literally has to keep one eye open and on the light for when it changes. Shige pulls away, but it's still red.
"You're always there for me."
Koyama laughs, tired and maybe a little crazy. "That's what best friends do."
Green.
Koyama's attention is back on the road, but Shige's still staring at him, and Koyama can feel his gaze move.
"What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking about giving you road head."
Koyama nearly slams on the brakes with the shock of the statement, which Shige seems to utterly ignore as he makes his internal decision and reaches for the lowest few buttons on Koyama's Gachapin costume.
"What- No, I. Shige, I'm driving."
"Hence, road head."
And, that is how Koyama discovers that Shige is actually still quite dexterous when drunk, making short work of the buttons, and sticking his hand in the costume, rubbing Koyama through his underwear. Koyama bites the inside of his lip, and tightens his grip on the steering wheel.
Red.
With his hand still moving, sliding along Koyama's thigh and sneaking into his boxers, Shige kisses him again.
"You're getting hard."
Koyama grumbles and gives Shige an irritated look.
Shige just laughs quietly and ducks his head under Koyama's arm, moving his own hand around inside Koyama's outfit, shifting fabric out of the way. Koyama takes a deep breath, and focuses his attention on the light. With the heavy fabric of the Gachapin outfit in the way, Shige's face in his crotch doesn't feel like anything right now. But, just as it turns green, things shift a little more, and he feels light, damp, puffing breath against his skin.
"Drive safely," Shige chimes, like a radio DJ would, and directs Koyama's cock into his mouth.
Koyama shudders, stepping lightly on the gas. Shige's lips are a little chapped, and it feels fucking amazing; the roughness combined with wet heat and Shige's tongue dancing along the most sensitive part of his body. It's like a battle with his own mind; the road or the road head.
Yellow.
Koyama presses on the brake, and allows himself a look down. It's comical and oh so erotic at the same time. The combination of two Gachapin costumes, the back of Shige's head and his mouth doing that is almost too much for Koyama to process at once, and he can't help but moan.
Red.
Koyama spares a glance at the surroundings outside the car.
"We're... three or four blocks from your place."
Shige picks his head up, looks around and nods. Turns just enough to kiss Koyama for a second before diving back down.
They don't hit any more red lights for the final few blocks, and Koyama's pretty sure it's some form of divine intervention.
Shige doesn't even pay attention to the fact they'd arrived at his apartment until Koyama turns off the car and pulls at the hood of his outfit.
He sits up, lips red and swollen, and asks, sounding confused, "We're back?"
"Yes," Koyama growls.
Shige frowns. "I didn't get to finish the road head." He tucks Koyama back into the outfit and buttons it up. "My back hurts from the angle, so let's finish upstairs."
Koyama is totally okay with that arrangement.
They stumble up the stairs, grabbing at each other's skin and clothing and hair. Koyama works at sucking a hickey onto the back of Shige's neck, while the younger fumbles with his keys. When it's finally open, they fall inside, the door closing behind them.
Koyama presses Shige against the wall and rubs himself off against his thigh, mumbling, "What were you saying about finishing inside?"
Shige falls to the floor like he'd been knocked over, and claws at the bottom half of the buttons again, while Koyama works on the top half. They finish about the same time, and Koyama pulls his arms out of the sleeves. The fabric hangs off his hips and he rests his arms against the wall, looking down just in time to see Shige swallow him again.
"Look at me," Koyama whispers, but with a weight in his voice, and Shige's eyes shoot up. He puts his hands on the back of Koyama's thighs, like he's trying to pull Koyama closer. Koyama exhales, and does, and when Shige's head bumps against the wall, trapped firmly between it and Koyama, he gets it, moans, and rolls his hips against Shige's face, reveling in the power and not once breaking eye contact with Shige.
It doesn't take long; not when he's been so worked up for so long.
"Shige," Koyama croaks, "I'm-"
Koyama almost starts to move away, but Shige's hands on his thighs don't flinch or move or let up the pressure, and he says everything he needs to with his eyes. Koyama trembles, feels it in his gut as the muscles start to spasm with excitement, just at the precipice of release.
Koyama chokes out Shige name one last time, one final warning that Shige doesn't seem to pay attention to, just keeps holding Koyama close, like maybe he's the one in control, and lets Koyama ride out his orgasm, muscles flexing and bunching and Koyama groans and Shige swallows everything.
Koyama takes a step back, letting Shige move away from the wall. They finally break eye contact when Shige helps Koyama step out of the legs of the costume.
"That was fun," Shige says as he stands, his voice hoarse.
Koyama frowns, grabs his hand, pulls him over the couch, and pushes him down on it.
"You're insane," Koyama snaps, and for a second, Shige thinks there might be a problem, until Koyama practically climbs into his lap and rips two buttons off in his frantic movement to get a hand in Shige's pants.
With the first brush of fingers, Shige groans and drops his head back. Koyama sucks at his neck, like he wants to leave a second hickey on Shige, just for good measure, and jerks him off with strong, long strokes. Shige's hips twitch in his hand and his breath is gasping.
"K-Koyama-"
"What?" He asks against Shige's skin.
"Y-you can be Ga... Gacha... pin."
"Who'll you be?"
"M-Mukka," Shige whines, trying to press himself further into Koyama's hand.
"But, no one like Mukka."
Shige keens, like he can't keep this up for much longer. "Gacha.. pin likes.... Mukka."
Koyama leans back, and looks at Shige - really looks at him. Messed up hair, flushed face, eyes wide and dilated, swollen lips and the obvious hickey near his collarbone.
"Yeah," Koyama says. "Gachapin likes Mukka."
Shige pitches himself forward, mumbling something that sounds like Koyama's name. Their teeth clink and clash into each other's as they kiss, rough and desperate like it's all they know. Shige's not even in a rational enough state of mind to warn Koyama about his impending climax. But, Koyama figures it out easily enough on his own once there's sticky wetness on his hand and the inside of Shige's Gachapin costume.
Shige flops his head back on the couch, panting, and it reminds Koyama of how much Shige struggled during the early episodes of Soukon and he can't help but laugh at the memory as he reaches for a box of tissues.
Shige starts fidgeting, and Koyama helps him out of the costume, too small for his frame, and Koyama's pretty sure he heard a few seams rip.
"We won't fit on the couch," Koyama says, standing and trying to pull Shige up too.
They stumble into the bedroom, falling into Shige's double bed giggling, fighting over the blankets, and ending up smushed together, sharing the only pillow.