Fic - VIP
Not beta'd so my fail is glaringly obvious.
Title: VIP
Group: News
Rating: Hard R
Pairing: Kusano/Ryo
Word Count: 1,138
Note: PWP. Basically, for ryogrande because all of the Kusano fic I write is for her XD
The condensation beads on the outside of the glass, cool against his fingers and the only relief in the poorly air-conditioned bar. It doesn't help that there are way too many people in the place, even being in the VIP section doesn't give enough reprieve from the heat.
"Let's go," Kusano says barely audible over the latest track blasting out over the stereo. Ryo thinks for a split second that Jin would probably know whose song it is, who produced it and how many Hollywood starlets the artist has fucked too. He doesn't have time to contemplate missing (mocking) Jin as he is being dragged out of the club and into the biting chill waiting to sap his energy. Fuck, he hates winter in Japan. The pleasant warmth from the alcohol quickly fading, it doesn't stand a chance against the weather.
Ryo is a little bit buzzed and it shows in the way Kusano has to help support him as they walk, and stumble, down the alley.
"Ryo, dude, we were supposed to met up for drinks," Kusano complains. "Not you get plastered alone while I'm designated drunk-sitter. Unfair, Bro."
Ryo doesn't think he had that many drinks, only a few and well below his limit. It might be that he forgot to eat dinner; maybe that's why the first three shots seemed to hit him right away.
He clings closer to Kusano for the stability and warmth.
"I hate winter," Ryo grumbles and Kusano laughs, his arm sliding protectively around Ryo's waist.
Ryo manages to toe off his shoes in the entrance to Kusano's apartment, a hand on Kusano's shoulder as he tries to maintain his balance and mostly fails at it.
"Dude, you're worse than the last chick I brought home," Kusano laughs and Ryo has the mind to flip him off once he's righted himself.
"Where's your beer?" Ryo asks then remembers he knows where it is. What a stupid question, he must be a little gone: how many times have the three of them after partied here?
His hand is covered by Kusano's soft one when it reaches for the handle of the refrigerator and Ryo's all of a sudden aware of Kusano's presence right behind him, his proximity making Ryo tense and then jump when Kusano's other hand slides across his waist and pulls him away gently away from the fridge.
"Whoa there," Kusano jokes, "no more chugging it tonight." His voice is a low rumble pressed against his ear; Ryo hasn't noticed the attractiveness of it before.
"Come on," Ryo mumbles, "You my mom?"
Kusano chuckles and Ryo unconsciously leans back against his chest, the heat seems to radiate from Kusano and Ryo's drawn to it.
"Ryo-chan," Kusano asks, "how drunk are you?"
He presses a hand flat against Ryo's stomach and feels the clench of muscles there, eventually sliding it lower until it hits Ryo's thigh, continuing to tease its way closer inwards.
'Drunk enough to know you're still an unsubtle pervert' Ryo wants to say but all that comes out is a whoosh of breath that Kusano's hand rubbing over his unknown erection stole away.
Ryo shifts into the touch, a slight whining sigh escaping from his lips when Kusano stops to pull them out of the kitchen and down the hall to where Ryo knows Kusano's bedroom is.
"The neighbors," Kusano explains as he turns on his stereo and the docked ipod shuffles through his library list. He lets Ryo's wet lips continue their journey across his jaw, down his neck.
Ryo's sober enough to know what he's doing when he pulls Kusano closer by the belt and grin against his mouth when he leans in.
"Ryo," Kusano groans, walking him backwards to the bed and pushing him down onto it and grind their hips together. They both shudder at the contact, hard erections pressed together as they grind and start breathing hard.
Kusano's hands fumble slightly with Ryo's jeans, he can't see what he's doing with the way Ryo's domineering their kiss; his mouth hot and tongue sliding lewdly against Kusano's. It escalates from there to Kusano's hand in Ryo's pants and Ryo's head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as Kusano works him.
"Your clothes," Ryo mumbles, pulling unsubtly at Kusano's shirt, which comes off seconds later, flung over into the corner unceremoniously. Ryo blinks and it seems like the next second they're naked and Kusano's searching for something in the nightstand, still stroking Ryo absentmindedly. Then Kusano flicks his nipple, laughing when Ryo grunts unhappily and covers them both.
"Pull me off," Ryo mumbles, "Asshole."
"Fuck you," Kusano answers cheerfully, squeezing lube over his fingers.
Ryo eyes him, unimpressed until Kusano's hand is back on him, thumb rubbing over the tip and making Ryo's toes clench. It distracts him while Kusano's first finger presses in.
"More." Ryo shudders and makes a soft noise when Kusano complies, two fingers pressing in and out. Kusano leans in, their lips sliding sloppily together for a few moments before Ryo jerks his head to the side and grunts. Kusano focuses on that spot, hitting it over and over until Ryo's legs start to jerk and he easily takes the third finger.
"Are you serious?" Ryo asks incredulously when he hears Jin start crooning out lovejuice while Kusano's three fingers deep. Ryo almost laughs, wants to make a joke about how he can't concentrate on having sex while Jin sings about drinking a girl's saliva but then Kusano's fingers press up and Ryo's cock jumps, a moan tearing from his lips.
Kusano grins up at him, amused too but he doesn't move to change it. Ryo doesn't blame him; he'd be more pissed if Kusano stopped especially now that he's finally sliding on a condom. Ryo grabs hold of his own legs and grunts when the blunt head of Kusano's cock starts pushing in, he shudders out a breath when he starts sliding in and out, slowly building up the pace as he leaves imprints of his fingernails on Ryo's hips.
There's little finesse in their movements, both forgetting themselves in the rush for gratification.
"Fuck, do it before-" Ryo's breathe hitches. "-hey girl."
Kusano laughs, reaching between Ryo's legs to help him along. Ryo moans his appreciation, hips rolling in time with Kusano's thrusting. They work well together, Ryo thinks absently before a particularly sharp thrust has him seeing stars. He's on the brink and Kusano must be too with the way his pace is inconsistent and frantic now. Ryo grunts, biting his lip hard as he spills over Kusano's hand and feels Kusano follow him a few rough thrusts later.
"I can't believe we fucked to lovejuice," Ryo complains after Kusano pulls out and collapses on top of him.
"Hey, at least it wasn't pinky," Kusano grins.
Title: VIP
Group: News
Rating: Hard R
Pairing: Kusano/Ryo
Word Count: 1,138
Note: PWP. Basically, for ryogrande because all of the Kusano fic I write is for her XD
The condensation beads on the outside of the glass, cool against his fingers and the only relief in the poorly air-conditioned bar. It doesn't help that there are way too many people in the place, even being in the VIP section doesn't give enough reprieve from the heat.
"Let's go," Kusano says barely audible over the latest track blasting out over the stereo. Ryo thinks for a split second that Jin would probably know whose song it is, who produced it and how many Hollywood starlets the artist has fucked too. He doesn't have time to contemplate missing (mocking) Jin as he is being dragged out of the club and into the biting chill waiting to sap his energy. Fuck, he hates winter in Japan. The pleasant warmth from the alcohol quickly fading, it doesn't stand a chance against the weather.
Ryo is a little bit buzzed and it shows in the way Kusano has to help support him as they walk, and stumble, down the alley.
"Ryo, dude, we were supposed to met up for drinks," Kusano complains. "Not you get plastered alone while I'm designated drunk-sitter. Unfair, Bro."
Ryo doesn't think he had that many drinks, only a few and well below his limit. It might be that he forgot to eat dinner; maybe that's why the first three shots seemed to hit him right away.
He clings closer to Kusano for the stability and warmth.
"I hate winter," Ryo grumbles and Kusano laughs, his arm sliding protectively around Ryo's waist.
Ryo manages to toe off his shoes in the entrance to Kusano's apartment, a hand on Kusano's shoulder as he tries to maintain his balance and mostly fails at it.
"Dude, you're worse than the last chick I brought home," Kusano laughs and Ryo has the mind to flip him off once he's righted himself.
"Where's your beer?" Ryo asks then remembers he knows where it is. What a stupid question, he must be a little gone: how many times have the three of them after partied here?
His hand is covered by Kusano's soft one when it reaches for the handle of the refrigerator and Ryo's all of a sudden aware of Kusano's presence right behind him, his proximity making Ryo tense and then jump when Kusano's other hand slides across his waist and pulls him away gently away from the fridge.
"Whoa there," Kusano jokes, "no more chugging it tonight." His voice is a low rumble pressed against his ear; Ryo hasn't noticed the attractiveness of it before.
"Come on," Ryo mumbles, "You my mom?"
Kusano chuckles and Ryo unconsciously leans back against his chest, the heat seems to radiate from Kusano and Ryo's drawn to it.
"Ryo-chan," Kusano asks, "how drunk are you?"
He presses a hand flat against Ryo's stomach and feels the clench of muscles there, eventually sliding it lower until it hits Ryo's thigh, continuing to tease its way closer inwards.
'Drunk enough to know you're still an unsubtle pervert' Ryo wants to say but all that comes out is a whoosh of breath that Kusano's hand rubbing over his unknown erection stole away.
Ryo shifts into the touch, a slight whining sigh escaping from his lips when Kusano stops to pull them out of the kitchen and down the hall to where Ryo knows Kusano's bedroom is.
"The neighbors," Kusano explains as he turns on his stereo and the docked ipod shuffles through his library list. He lets Ryo's wet lips continue their journey across his jaw, down his neck.
Ryo's sober enough to know what he's doing when he pulls Kusano closer by the belt and grin against his mouth when he leans in.
"Ryo," Kusano groans, walking him backwards to the bed and pushing him down onto it and grind their hips together. They both shudder at the contact, hard erections pressed together as they grind and start breathing hard.
Kusano's hands fumble slightly with Ryo's jeans, he can't see what he's doing with the way Ryo's domineering their kiss; his mouth hot and tongue sliding lewdly against Kusano's. It escalates from there to Kusano's hand in Ryo's pants and Ryo's head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as Kusano works him.
"Your clothes," Ryo mumbles, pulling unsubtly at Kusano's shirt, which comes off seconds later, flung over into the corner unceremoniously. Ryo blinks and it seems like the next second they're naked and Kusano's searching for something in the nightstand, still stroking Ryo absentmindedly. Then Kusano flicks his nipple, laughing when Ryo grunts unhappily and covers them both.
"Pull me off," Ryo mumbles, "Asshole."
"Fuck you," Kusano answers cheerfully, squeezing lube over his fingers.
Ryo eyes him, unimpressed until Kusano's hand is back on him, thumb rubbing over the tip and making Ryo's toes clench. It distracts him while Kusano's first finger presses in.
"More." Ryo shudders and makes a soft noise when Kusano complies, two fingers pressing in and out. Kusano leans in, their lips sliding sloppily together for a few moments before Ryo jerks his head to the side and grunts. Kusano focuses on that spot, hitting it over and over until Ryo's legs start to jerk and he easily takes the third finger.
"Are you serious?" Ryo asks incredulously when he hears Jin start crooning out lovejuice while Kusano's three fingers deep. Ryo almost laughs, wants to make a joke about how he can't concentrate on having sex while Jin sings about drinking a girl's saliva but then Kusano's fingers press up and Ryo's cock jumps, a moan tearing from his lips.
Kusano grins up at him, amused too but he doesn't move to change it. Ryo doesn't blame him; he'd be more pissed if Kusano stopped especially now that he's finally sliding on a condom. Ryo grabs hold of his own legs and grunts when the blunt head of Kusano's cock starts pushing in, he shudders out a breath when he starts sliding in and out, slowly building up the pace as he leaves imprints of his fingernails on Ryo's hips.
There's little finesse in their movements, both forgetting themselves in the rush for gratification.
"Fuck, do it before-" Ryo's breathe hitches. "-hey girl."
Kusano laughs, reaching between Ryo's legs to help him along. Ryo moans his appreciation, hips rolling in time with Kusano's thrusting. They work well together, Ryo thinks absently before a particularly sharp thrust has him seeing stars. He's on the brink and Kusano must be too with the way his pace is inconsistent and frantic now. Ryo grunts, biting his lip hard as he spills over Kusano's hand and feels Kusano follow him a few rough thrusts later.
"I can't believe we fucked to lovejuice," Ryo complains after Kusano pulls out and collapses on top of him.
"Hey, at least it wasn't pinky," Kusano grins.