Experimental [La Corda d'Oro, Yunoki/Hihara]
Title: Experimental
Fandom: La Corda d’Oro
Pairing: Azuma Yunoki x Kazuki Hihara, (possibly one-sided) Hihara x Kahoko
Rating: Very hard R/NC-17
Disclaimer: La Corda d’Oro and its characters do not belong to us.
Summary: All Hihara had hoped for was one kiss, really.
Dedication: for pillowmagic, my slice of pumpkin pie <3
By the time he was a senior, Kazuki Hihara had been kissed only once. It’d been at a Christmas party, under the mistletoe, and the kiss had been from another male. Azuma Yunoki, to be exact. His best friend. Yunoki had laughed lightly and said something about not being able to break such a tradition, and had briefly brushed his lips against the corner of Hihara’s mouth. And that had been it. And Hihara wasn’t sure if a kiss from his male best friend actually counted as a kiss, especially when there was an unbreakable Christmas tradition involved and their lips hadn’t even really touched.
In any case, whether it was a real kiss or not, Hihara thought about it often. Mostly when he thought about kissing a girl. Like Kahoko. …Especially Kahoko. Who was he kidding? Only Kahoko.
But that moment under the mistletoe had felt significantly different than most of his moments with Kahoko. Moments with Kahoko always felt so soft and gentle and beautiful and almost dream-like, and heat blossomed in his chest as his heart went all fluttery.
But the feeling he’d gotten during that kiss-if he remembered correctly-had been much sharper, like a jolt, sending a shiver from his mouth down to his toes, and the heat that had bloomed inside of him hadn’t gathered in his heart at all, but rather much, much lower, embarrassingly so.
The feelings were different and he wasn’t sure which one was better. He wasn’t sure which one was right. He wasn’t sure if both were right, just right on different levels. And maybe if they both were right then one right could make the other right even righter and maybe he could learn something and maybe- Well, he just wasn’t sure.
And he thought that-maybe-he should try and figure things out.
“Ah.” Yunoki sat his cup, still half-full, down on the table. “So that’s why you’re treating me to coffee.”
Hihara’s face was warm and he avoided meeting his friend’s gaze, glancing across the shop at a man and a woman who were whispering sweet nothings to each other over the steam of their hot drinks.
“Sorry,” he said, though perhaps unnecessarily; he just felt like some kind of pervert for asking. “I don’t really know what I’m thinking. Just ignore me.”
“Don’t be silly. I understand.”
“You do?” Hihara couldn’t help but perk up.
“Of course. And I’d be happy to help.” Yunoki stood, tossing his cup in the garbage, as he headed to the door. “Come on.”
Hihara followed him without hesitation. His best friend was the best, without a doubt.
Well, maybe a little doubt. Just when Yunoki grabbed his wrist and pulled into the nearest alley.
“What? Here?” He squeaked as his back met wall, his wrists held at his sides by Yunoki’s grip. “But-”
Yunoki shushed him and smiled, and Hihara tried to feel reassured, tried to convince himself that Yunoki knew what he was doing. The flutist’s lips were mere inches away from his own and he closed his eyes as the distance between them was closed, though he was still unable to keep from stiffening when they kissed. And it was an actual kiss this time, he knew.
Yunoki’s lips moved slowly against his, stirring something inside of him and making his face and neck grow flush. His hands twitched uselessly; he wanted to touch and he wasn’t even sure what he wanted to touch, he just-was that Yunoki’s tongue? Oh, that was nice.
A quiet whimper escaped as Hihara parted his lips, letting his friend’s tongue slip inside his mouth. It was weird, a decidedly good weird. Yunoki’s slick tongue met his and he felt fireworks-big and loud and not at all like the little, soft butterflies Kahoko produced.
“Mmph!” His sound of surprise was lost somewhere in someone’s mouth as Yunoki pressed his body flush against him. Everything about him was remarkably hard and firm-his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, that thigh that was quite suddenly settled between Hihara’s own. Again, Hihara wished his hands were free.
Briefly, Hihara remembered the one he was this close to Kahoko. It had been nice. It had been wonderful. But it hadn’t been like this. But he pushed that thought aside. He didn’t really want to think about Kahoko right now.
…Wait, what?
That was a first. And wasn’t the point of this experiment to compare the two? Wasn’t it?
He could barely remember. Yunoki was making him forget, his mouth dragging from Hihara’s own to his ear where he lipped a bit tenderly at the lobe, before tugging at it with his teeth and whispering, “This what you had in mind?”
No, Hihara thought as he squeezed his eyes shut as tight as possible, not at all. He thought there’d be one kiss, maybe two, just enough for him to really get a taste. He hadn’t expected to find himself rocking against that thigh between his legs. He was growing embarrassingly hard and he yearned for more, more contact, more anything, just more.
“Yun-nngh!” was all he could manage aloud; Yunoki’s hips ground against him and he momentarily forgot how to form words.
His own hips thrust forward in response, but all they touched was air. Brow furrowed, Hihara opened his eyes to see that Yunoki had pulled away and was leaving the alley. Hihara wasn’t sure if he was supposed to follow or not, but he hoped to god that he was. After a futile attempt at adjusting his pants, Hihara met up with Yunoki, who was standing at the curb; Hihara could see the family limo pulling up.
“Yunoki?”
“I’m taking you home now,” he said coolly.
“Now?” Hihara tried not to sound as desperate as he felt. “But-”
“But what?” Yunoki glanced at him, looking genuinely curious.
Hihara couldn’t think of what to say to that, but it didn’t really matter because the limo was there. Hihara got in first and hadn’t even started to put to his seatbelt on before Yunoki was in, the door was closed, and his best friend was practically in his lap.
As soon as Yunoki’s lips were on his again, Hihara wasted no time in thrusting his fingers into his Yunoki’s hair. He fisted his hands in the silky strands, kissing back and giving as good as he got. He might’ve been enjoying this too much, but he really didn’t care. He didn’t care about a damn thing but this fire growing steadily inside of him.
Yunoki pulled out of their kiss, provoking a groan from his smaller friend, and just smiled. He grabbed the hem of Hihara’s shirt and started to push it up; Hihara groaned again for an entirely different reason and let his hands fall away from Yunoki’s hair so he could lift his arms over his head. But Yunoki left him with the shirt bunched up at his armpits, restraining his hands yet again; though if Hihara was thinking clearly, he would’ve realized that he could’ve easily taken the shirt off the rest of the way himself.
Instead, he simply arched his back into the feel of Yunoki’s mouth on his chest. His skin tingled wherever Yunoki’s lips touched and when the guy’s tongue touched his nipple, he just about died. He was so hard he could barely breathe. He nearly screamed when Yunoki bit down on the hardened nub, simultaneously maneuvering the lower half of his body so that his knee pressed firmly against the straining arousal in Hihara’s pants.
Yunoki looked up at him with eyes half-lidded and lips flushed red and asked, “Experimental enough for you?”
“Ohhh, yes!” Hihara wailed, nearly sobbing as Yunoki’s knee rubbed against him. It was so good, so good, and he was so close-
“Good,” Yunoki said and then that firm knee, that wet tongue, that heat, all of it was gone, and the limo stopped. Yunoki casually reached over, tugged Hihara’s shirt down, and opened Hihara’s door. “Because you’re home.”
Hihara gaped. He had to be kidding. But Yunoki just looked back at him with a smile and an arched eyebrow.
All Hihara could do was get out of the limo, run into his house and lock himself in his bedroom. And when he finally came with his pants around his ankles and his eyes shut as if to keep himself from watching, for the first time, Kahoko Hino wasn’t the one on his mind.
And it felt so damn right.
Fandom: La Corda d’Oro
Pairing: Azuma Yunoki x Kazuki Hihara, (possibly one-sided) Hihara x Kahoko
Rating: Very hard R/NC-17
Disclaimer: La Corda d’Oro and its characters do not belong to us.
Summary: All Hihara had hoped for was one kiss, really.
Dedication: for pillowmagic, my slice of pumpkin pie <3
By the time he was a senior, Kazuki Hihara had been kissed only once. It’d been at a Christmas party, under the mistletoe, and the kiss had been from another male. Azuma Yunoki, to be exact. His best friend. Yunoki had laughed lightly and said something about not being able to break such a tradition, and had briefly brushed his lips against the corner of Hihara’s mouth. And that had been it. And Hihara wasn’t sure if a kiss from his male best friend actually counted as a kiss, especially when there was an unbreakable Christmas tradition involved and their lips hadn’t even really touched.
In any case, whether it was a real kiss or not, Hihara thought about it often. Mostly when he thought about kissing a girl. Like Kahoko. …Especially Kahoko. Who was he kidding? Only Kahoko.
But that moment under the mistletoe had felt significantly different than most of his moments with Kahoko. Moments with Kahoko always felt so soft and gentle and beautiful and almost dream-like, and heat blossomed in his chest as his heart went all fluttery.
But the feeling he’d gotten during that kiss-if he remembered correctly-had been much sharper, like a jolt, sending a shiver from his mouth down to his toes, and the heat that had bloomed inside of him hadn’t gathered in his heart at all, but rather much, much lower, embarrassingly so.
The feelings were different and he wasn’t sure which one was better. He wasn’t sure which one was right. He wasn’t sure if both were right, just right on different levels. And maybe if they both were right then one right could make the other right even righter and maybe he could learn something and maybe- Well, he just wasn’t sure.
And he thought that-maybe-he should try and figure things out.
“Ah.” Yunoki sat his cup, still half-full, down on the table. “So that’s why you’re treating me to coffee.”
Hihara’s face was warm and he avoided meeting his friend’s gaze, glancing across the shop at a man and a woman who were whispering sweet nothings to each other over the steam of their hot drinks.
“Sorry,” he said, though perhaps unnecessarily; he just felt like some kind of pervert for asking. “I don’t really know what I’m thinking. Just ignore me.”
“Don’t be silly. I understand.”
“You do?” Hihara couldn’t help but perk up.
“Of course. And I’d be happy to help.” Yunoki stood, tossing his cup in the garbage, as he headed to the door. “Come on.”
Hihara followed him without hesitation. His best friend was the best, without a doubt.
Well, maybe a little doubt. Just when Yunoki grabbed his wrist and pulled into the nearest alley.
“What? Here?” He squeaked as his back met wall, his wrists held at his sides by Yunoki’s grip. “But-”
Yunoki shushed him and smiled, and Hihara tried to feel reassured, tried to convince himself that Yunoki knew what he was doing. The flutist’s lips were mere inches away from his own and he closed his eyes as the distance between them was closed, though he was still unable to keep from stiffening when they kissed. And it was an actual kiss this time, he knew.
Yunoki’s lips moved slowly against his, stirring something inside of him and making his face and neck grow flush. His hands twitched uselessly; he wanted to touch and he wasn’t even sure what he wanted to touch, he just-was that Yunoki’s tongue? Oh, that was nice.
A quiet whimper escaped as Hihara parted his lips, letting his friend’s tongue slip inside his mouth. It was weird, a decidedly good weird. Yunoki’s slick tongue met his and he felt fireworks-big and loud and not at all like the little, soft butterflies Kahoko produced.
“Mmph!” His sound of surprise was lost somewhere in someone’s mouth as Yunoki pressed his body flush against him. Everything about him was remarkably hard and firm-his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, that thigh that was quite suddenly settled between Hihara’s own. Again, Hihara wished his hands were free.
Briefly, Hihara remembered the one he was this close to Kahoko. It had been nice. It had been wonderful. But it hadn’t been like this. But he pushed that thought aside. He didn’t really want to think about Kahoko right now.
…Wait, what?
That was a first. And wasn’t the point of this experiment to compare the two? Wasn’t it?
He could barely remember. Yunoki was making him forget, his mouth dragging from Hihara’s own to his ear where he lipped a bit tenderly at the lobe, before tugging at it with his teeth and whispering, “This what you had in mind?”
No, Hihara thought as he squeezed his eyes shut as tight as possible, not at all. He thought there’d be one kiss, maybe two, just enough for him to really get a taste. He hadn’t expected to find himself rocking against that thigh between his legs. He was growing embarrassingly hard and he yearned for more, more contact, more anything, just more.
“Yun-nngh!” was all he could manage aloud; Yunoki’s hips ground against him and he momentarily forgot how to form words.
His own hips thrust forward in response, but all they touched was air. Brow furrowed, Hihara opened his eyes to see that Yunoki had pulled away and was leaving the alley. Hihara wasn’t sure if he was supposed to follow or not, but he hoped to god that he was. After a futile attempt at adjusting his pants, Hihara met up with Yunoki, who was standing at the curb; Hihara could see the family limo pulling up.
“Yunoki?”
“I’m taking you home now,” he said coolly.
“Now?” Hihara tried not to sound as desperate as he felt. “But-”
“But what?” Yunoki glanced at him, looking genuinely curious.
Hihara couldn’t think of what to say to that, but it didn’t really matter because the limo was there. Hihara got in first and hadn’t even started to put to his seatbelt on before Yunoki was in, the door was closed, and his best friend was practically in his lap.
As soon as Yunoki’s lips were on his again, Hihara wasted no time in thrusting his fingers into his Yunoki’s hair. He fisted his hands in the silky strands, kissing back and giving as good as he got. He might’ve been enjoying this too much, but he really didn’t care. He didn’t care about a damn thing but this fire growing steadily inside of him.
Yunoki pulled out of their kiss, provoking a groan from his smaller friend, and just smiled. He grabbed the hem of Hihara’s shirt and started to push it up; Hihara groaned again for an entirely different reason and let his hands fall away from Yunoki’s hair so he could lift his arms over his head. But Yunoki left him with the shirt bunched up at his armpits, restraining his hands yet again; though if Hihara was thinking clearly, he would’ve realized that he could’ve easily taken the shirt off the rest of the way himself.
Instead, he simply arched his back into the feel of Yunoki’s mouth on his chest. His skin tingled wherever Yunoki’s lips touched and when the guy’s tongue touched his nipple, he just about died. He was so hard he could barely breathe. He nearly screamed when Yunoki bit down on the hardened nub, simultaneously maneuvering the lower half of his body so that his knee pressed firmly against the straining arousal in Hihara’s pants.
Yunoki looked up at him with eyes half-lidded and lips flushed red and asked, “Experimental enough for you?”
“Ohhh, yes!” Hihara wailed, nearly sobbing as Yunoki’s knee rubbed against him. It was so good, so good, and he was so close-
“Good,” Yunoki said and then that firm knee, that wet tongue, that heat, all of it was gone, and the limo stopped. Yunoki casually reached over, tugged Hihara’s shirt down, and opened Hihara’s door. “Because you’re home.”
Hihara gaped. He had to be kidding. But Yunoki just looked back at him with a smile and an arched eyebrow.
All Hihara could do was get out of the limo, run into his house and lock himself in his bedroom. And when he finally came with his pants around his ankles and his eyes shut as if to keep himself from watching, for the first time, Kahoko Hino wasn’t the one on his mind.
And it felt so damn right.