When stripping just doesn't pay the bills.
Title: When stripping just doesn't pay the bills.
Pairing: Koyama/Yamapi/Ryo
Rating: NC-17 (omg, I know)
Words: 2484
Summary: Featuring stripper/hooker!Koyama, stripper!Ryo and, well, Yamapi. Seriously. No plot.
Author's Note: Part of the Romeos 'verse. Originally posted here.
He drove home after a long night -arms and legs aching and ears pounding from the intense music. He rubbed his neck and checked the line of boys and girls along the street. Working where he did, one must expect these sights. As he turned the corner, though, he saw something unfamiliar - or rather, familiar but in an unfamiliar place. A man, tall, lean and red-haired, dressed in classy jeans and a deep v-neck top. He’d recognize the man anywhere. He screeched to a halt - backed up, brake lights turning the approaching man’s face red. The man walked toward the car uncertainly. Ryo heard, “See something you like?” and caught a glimpse of the hooker’s innocent cum sexy smile before it fell off his face.
“N-Nishikido-san? W-what-”
Ryo cut him off, growling, “Get in the fucking car, Koyama.”
He watched the tall man swallow hard and get ready to try and refuse.
“I said get in.”
Koyama opened the passenger door and gently eased himself in. “You know, if you wanted me, you could have just asked,” he joked, an uncertain half-smile playing about his lips.
“What? No. That’s not what this is about. What this is about is you hooking on the streets. God. Are you crazy? If the boss sees you, you’re fired. You could get a disease. You could be killed. What the fuck were you thinking?”
Koyama had slowly inched closer and closer to the door as Ryo’s volume increased. “I need the money,” he said quietly, back pressed against the car door.
Koyama had just started at the club a few months ago. He had attracted Ryo’s attention immediately and Ryo liked to watch him dance, fascinated somehow. Koyama’s glitzy, playboy looks and great moves had immediately earned him prime spots after Ryo and Jin. Hell, Ryo knew the boy was better on the pole than even Jin (though Jin could dance circles around anyone) but Jin’s clients were faithful. Even so, he had to be making decent money. Everyone at the club loved the sweet chatterbox, other dancers included. He was a hard man to hate and in the competitive job they had that was something. Ryo ran his hand through his hair and put the car in drive.
“Um,” Koyama said in a small voice, “where are we going?”
“Home, for now. Where do you live?”
They drove in silence and, when they arrived, Ryo followed Koyama up to his apartment. The complex was a dump - candy and condom wrappers indiscriminately littered the parking lot, stairway and hall. The lights were muted yellow by all the dead bugs and dirt collected in and around their casings and the lights cast a dingy pall over everything. Koyama’s apartment, in contrast, was spotless. Though everything was worn and tired, it was easy to tell he made an effort to keep the place clean. Koyama belatedly invited Ryo in and offered him a drink which was declined.
Ryo gazed around the apartment. “Doesn’t look like you spend much on accommodation. What’s the deal?” he asked, still standing.
Koyama was hesitant to speak, a first, Ryo thought. “My dad ran up some bills a few years ago then died. My mom is way in over her head. She already works two jobs and it just isn’t enough. So I moved here so she wouldn’t know what I was doing and I send her money.”
Ryo’s lips twitched. “All right. Look. I’ll think of something just - don’t go out tonight, ok? I’ll see you tomorrow night and we’ll figure something out.” He showed himself out.
Koyama was left staring in confusion at the closed door.
The next night, before the shift started, Ryo approached him. “Look. I know this guy. He’s nice. Likes pretty boys.” He pauses, looks away, looks back. “Likes to watch.” He let that sink in. “Me and Jin usually take care of him but, well, it’s my choice, my client. And if you’re gonna go on the streets like a complete moron then I’m gonna show you the better way.”
Koyama took in Ryo’s set jaw, his determined eyes. He looked away.
Ryo turned, started to walk away then stopped and looked over his shoulder at Koyama. “It’s a good job. Don’t turn it down, Koyama,” he said warningly. “Better than some Joe off the street you don’t know shit about.”
Later, Koyama watched Ryo from the wings - watched Ryo throw his head back, lips parted as he twisted around the pole, watched Ryo teasingly peel off layer after layer of clothing, pausing in between items to give a coy look here, a sultry look there, a look that promised amazing, dirty things to a richly dressed man in the front row. He imagined having that look turned on him. He watched Ryo roll his hips, and imagined them against his. He watched Ryo run his hand down his naked flesh and imagined that the hand was his. He could feel himself flushing.
While Koyama danced, he wondered if Ryo was watching him. He imagined Ryo in the front row, watching him dance and he put extra effort into his pole dance, twisting himself around it, jumping up to grab onto the pole and swing upside down, spreading his legs and sliding down slowly - the pole was his forte, he knew. He practically made love to it, rubbing the entire length of his body against it. The tips were amazing. After the club closed, he approached Ryo without looking out him. “When?”
“I’ll pick you up Tuesday night at 11pm. Dress up.”
During the next two days, Koyama couldn’t stop thinking of Ryo. He wondered if he fucked like he danced - hard, intense and so fucking sexy. He jerked off so many times he worried he might break something.
He was especially careful with his makeup on Tuesday night - spent hours choosing his outfit before settling on a shimmery gold button down with simple black slacks and jacket. When he heard a knock on the door, he jumped. When he opened the door, he stammered, “C-come in.” Ryo stepped in, his shiny blue button down catching the light and pulling Koyama’s eyes in to the deep “V” of chest open to him.
This time Ryo sat on Koyama’s weathered couch and faced him. He crossed his legs and leaned back, draping one arm across the arm of the couch and laying the other on the space next to him. “The guy,” he started, all business, “likes to watch, like I said. So it’s you and me. He’ll join in after a while, he touches you, you don’t touch him, got it? He’s pretty easy-going with no real preferences. Laid back. Ok? Don’t be uptight. If you feel uncomfortable with anything, you let me know and I’ll take care of it.” He looked into Koyama’s eyes. “You okay with this? I can still call Jin if you’re not but I wouldn’t suggest your alternative.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly.
Koyama swallowed and nodded so hard he thought his head might fall off.
“All right, let’s go.”
They drove to the rich side of town and up to a gated mansion. The guard smirked at them. “You brought someone new tonight?” He leaned down and looked across Ryo. “Niiiice,” he leered. Ryo glared at him until he moved away and motioned them in.
Upon entering the house, the place felt eerily empty. Whispering instinctively, Koyama asked, “Is it just him in this huge place?” Ryo simply nodded. He followed Ryo up a flight of stairs and to the right to a set of elegant double doors.
“Just follow my lead, ok?” Ryo told Koyama who nodded in return.
Ryo opened the left door, waited for Koyama to come through and shut it behind him. He held a hand out at Koyama letting him know to wait there, and walked to the bedside where he turned the stereo on. Koyama glanced around, trying to find their patron but seeing nothing. Then Ryo was pulling at him, dancing against him and he couldn’t think of anything but Ryo’s body grinding against his.
They danced for a while, Ryo dancing circles around Koyama, grinding his ass into Koyama’s crotch or dropping down to lick up the zipper of his pants when suddenly Ryo’s hands were pushing the jacket off his arms and Koyama let it drop to the floor. They took turns stripping each other slowly - one button at a time, dancing in time. Koyama was used to stripping himself but not someone else and it was pretty novel and, more importantly, incredibly hot. They started out slow but when he felt Ryo’s hands against his crotch, his lips simultaneously grazing Koyama’s sensitive neck, he subconsciously increased the pace. Ryo’s previously grazing teeth bit down hard on Koyama’s neck as a warning and Koyama all but melted, moaning loudly and pushing his hand against the wall for support. Ryo pulled back, a surprised look on his face, before jerking Koyama’s belt off harshly.
Koyama let Ryo control everything, leaning into every touch and throwing his head back and moaning lustily. Every now and then, while reveling in tongue and teeth against his body, he would blindly reach out to run a hand down Ryo’s naked chest (dream come true?) or tweak a nipple which brought the most interesting growl out of Ryo and caused the man to hump Koyama against the wall. In response, Ryo walked Koyama to the bed and shoved him down onto it.
Koyama propped himself up on his elbows and watched as Ryo licked his way down Koyama’s chest then teased under his waistband. Koyama didn’t even notice Ryo had undone his pants until he felt them being pulled off and slide to the floor. Ryo, still in his pants, pushed Koyama fully onto the bed and grabbed his hands to hold them over his head against the bed. The tall man struggled half-heartedly against Ryo’s hands until Ryo removed one and dragged it down Koyama’s body, watching his face the whole time, and starting drawing lazy circles around Koyama’s crotch over his boxer-briefs. Ryo watched as he bucked hard against both hands, his head falling back, eyes closed, and started whimpering shamelessly. Ryo smiled a feral grin and teasingly slid his hand over Koyama’s cock until, with darkened eyes, Koyama jerked himself out of Ryo’s grip and jumped him, forcing him down against the bed. Ryo furiously slapped at Koyama, trying to free himself while Koyama roughly undid Ryo’s pants and jerked them off. They rolled around the bed, then, each struggling for control until the smaller man ended up on top, straddling Koyama, both breathing heavily. Ryo held Koyama’s arms on either side and leaned down and bit him hard on the neck. Koyama’s eyes rolled back into his head.
Having established dominance, Ryo got off Koyama removed both their underwear. He crawled to sit against the headboard and began lazily stroking himself. Koyama crawled up between his legs to lick his chest, his neck and, with a mischievous look, his nipple which got Ryo’s hips fully off the bed and the sexiest groan out of his mouth. Ryo shot him a dirty look and shoved his head lower. Koyama, not stupid, took him into his mouth and wrapped his hand around the base of Ryo’s cock. That’s when he felt fingers trailing up his back and he almost choked. He looked uncertainly up at Ryo who only looked at him with black, black eyes and thrust his hips up in protest against Koyama’s stillness.
Koyama pulled back and licked a hot line up Ryo’s cock before taking him in again and the phantom fingers worked themselves around to grasp Koyama’s member making him gasp, making Ryo gasp. Koyama timed his bobs to the strong strokes of the mysterious hand, his groans vibrating against Ryo. Koyama could tell Ryo was getting close when Ryo suddenly yanked Koyama’s hair pulling him up and turning him around, practically shoving him into their kneeling patron’s naked lap. Koyama got on all fours and looked up, curious, to see a beautiful face with soft lips parted and exhaling quick, hot breaths. That’s when he felt Ryo’s fingers at his ass, lubed and pushing gently. He moaned softly and leaned the top of his head against the stranger’s chest. The man sat back, leaned against the footboard and stroked himself slowly, eyes fixed on Koyama’s lips. Koyama licked his lips and looked up into the man’s eyes as he slowly lowered his mouth onto the man’s cock. Yamashita moaned loudly, eyes trained on Koyama.
Ryo, two fingers half in, looked on in shock. “Yamashita-san? I-I’m sorry. Koyama! Stop! I said watch!” But, to Ryo’s surprise, Yamashita placed his hand on Koyama’s head and pushed him back down, a sexy, dreamy half-grin on his face. Ryo watched Koyama’s head bob on Yamashita’s lap for a moment until Koyama moaned, making Yamashita moan, and pushed back against Ryo’s still fingers. “Shit,” was all Ryo could manage to say.
When he felt Koyama was ready, Ryo removed his fingers. Koyama whimpered and wiggled his ass at Ryo who let out an unexpected bark of laughter. Yamashita languorously looked on and ran his fingers through Koyama’s hair. Ryo pushed against Koyama.
“Tiiiight,” he hissed and worked slowly in. He could feel Koyama trying to relax and trying to push back on him at the same time. He carefully worked himself in with short, shallow thrusts. After a moment, Koyama growled and pulled away from Yamashita. “Just fuck me already.” Ryo, shocked, grabbed Koyama’s hips and shoved himself in. Koyama’s keening wail was quickly muffled. Ryo took it slowly, fighting Koyama’s need until Yamashita locked eyes with Ryo and whispered, “Harder.”
Ryo, willing to be follow orders if he was being paid, tightened his grip on Koyama’s hips and began thrusting harder and faster, Koyama’s grunts stifled by Yamashita’s cock until Yamashita tightened his grip on Koyama’s hair, threw his head back and practically crooned, comingin Koyama’s willing mouth. Ryo, watching Koyama swallow, moaned and his timing became wild as he neared the edge. Suddenly Koyama was tightening exponentially around his cock, his moans turning almost to screams as he came all over the sheets. Ryo found his resolve exhausted and he clutched Koyama hard before finishing, his thrusts erratic, his body shuddering over Koyama’s. Ryo pulled out, exhausted, and stretched out on his back next to Koyama whose head was cuddled in Yamashita’s lap. Yamashita reached over to touch Ryo’s hair, too, and the three remained still, slowing their breaths.
As Koyama and Ryo walked out the bedroom door, Ryo heard his name being called softly and he leaned back into the room. Yamashita lay sprawled on the bed looking entirely sated, his body flushed and beautiful. “Bring him again, yeah?”
Ryo smirked. Hell yeah, he thought.
Pairing: Koyama/Yamapi/Ryo
Rating: NC-17 (omg, I know)
Words: 2484
Summary: Featuring stripper/hooker!Koyama, stripper!Ryo and, well, Yamapi. Seriously. No plot.
Author's Note: Part of the Romeos 'verse. Originally posted here.
He drove home after a long night -arms and legs aching and ears pounding from the intense music. He rubbed his neck and checked the line of boys and girls along the street. Working where he did, one must expect these sights. As he turned the corner, though, he saw something unfamiliar - or rather, familiar but in an unfamiliar place. A man, tall, lean and red-haired, dressed in classy jeans and a deep v-neck top. He’d recognize the man anywhere. He screeched to a halt - backed up, brake lights turning the approaching man’s face red. The man walked toward the car uncertainly. Ryo heard, “See something you like?” and caught a glimpse of the hooker’s innocent cum sexy smile before it fell off his face.
“N-Nishikido-san? W-what-”
Ryo cut him off, growling, “Get in the fucking car, Koyama.”
He watched the tall man swallow hard and get ready to try and refuse.
“I said get in.”
Koyama opened the passenger door and gently eased himself in. “You know, if you wanted me, you could have just asked,” he joked, an uncertain half-smile playing about his lips.
“What? No. That’s not what this is about. What this is about is you hooking on the streets. God. Are you crazy? If the boss sees you, you’re fired. You could get a disease. You could be killed. What the fuck were you thinking?”
Koyama had slowly inched closer and closer to the door as Ryo’s volume increased. “I need the money,” he said quietly, back pressed against the car door.
Koyama had just started at the club a few months ago. He had attracted Ryo’s attention immediately and Ryo liked to watch him dance, fascinated somehow. Koyama’s glitzy, playboy looks and great moves had immediately earned him prime spots after Ryo and Jin. Hell, Ryo knew the boy was better on the pole than even Jin (though Jin could dance circles around anyone) but Jin’s clients were faithful. Even so, he had to be making decent money. Everyone at the club loved the sweet chatterbox, other dancers included. He was a hard man to hate and in the competitive job they had that was something. Ryo ran his hand through his hair and put the car in drive.
“Um,” Koyama said in a small voice, “where are we going?”
“Home, for now. Where do you live?”
They drove in silence and, when they arrived, Ryo followed Koyama up to his apartment. The complex was a dump - candy and condom wrappers indiscriminately littered the parking lot, stairway and hall. The lights were muted yellow by all the dead bugs and dirt collected in and around their casings and the lights cast a dingy pall over everything. Koyama’s apartment, in contrast, was spotless. Though everything was worn and tired, it was easy to tell he made an effort to keep the place clean. Koyama belatedly invited Ryo in and offered him a drink which was declined.
Ryo gazed around the apartment. “Doesn’t look like you spend much on accommodation. What’s the deal?” he asked, still standing.
Koyama was hesitant to speak, a first, Ryo thought. “My dad ran up some bills a few years ago then died. My mom is way in over her head. She already works two jobs and it just isn’t enough. So I moved here so she wouldn’t know what I was doing and I send her money.”
Ryo’s lips twitched. “All right. Look. I’ll think of something just - don’t go out tonight, ok? I’ll see you tomorrow night and we’ll figure something out.” He showed himself out.
Koyama was left staring in confusion at the closed door.
The next night, before the shift started, Ryo approached him. “Look. I know this guy. He’s nice. Likes pretty boys.” He pauses, looks away, looks back. “Likes to watch.” He let that sink in. “Me and Jin usually take care of him but, well, it’s my choice, my client. And if you’re gonna go on the streets like a complete moron then I’m gonna show you the better way.”
Koyama took in Ryo’s set jaw, his determined eyes. He looked away.
Ryo turned, started to walk away then stopped and looked over his shoulder at Koyama. “It’s a good job. Don’t turn it down, Koyama,” he said warningly. “Better than some Joe off the street you don’t know shit about.”
Later, Koyama watched Ryo from the wings - watched Ryo throw his head back, lips parted as he twisted around the pole, watched Ryo teasingly peel off layer after layer of clothing, pausing in between items to give a coy look here, a sultry look there, a look that promised amazing, dirty things to a richly dressed man in the front row. He imagined having that look turned on him. He watched Ryo roll his hips, and imagined them against his. He watched Ryo run his hand down his naked flesh and imagined that the hand was his. He could feel himself flushing.
While Koyama danced, he wondered if Ryo was watching him. He imagined Ryo in the front row, watching him dance and he put extra effort into his pole dance, twisting himself around it, jumping up to grab onto the pole and swing upside down, spreading his legs and sliding down slowly - the pole was his forte, he knew. He practically made love to it, rubbing the entire length of his body against it. The tips were amazing. After the club closed, he approached Ryo without looking out him. “When?”
“I’ll pick you up Tuesday night at 11pm. Dress up.”
During the next two days, Koyama couldn’t stop thinking of Ryo. He wondered if he fucked like he danced - hard, intense and so fucking sexy. He jerked off so many times he worried he might break something.
He was especially careful with his makeup on Tuesday night - spent hours choosing his outfit before settling on a shimmery gold button down with simple black slacks and jacket. When he heard a knock on the door, he jumped. When he opened the door, he stammered, “C-come in.” Ryo stepped in, his shiny blue button down catching the light and pulling Koyama’s eyes in to the deep “V” of chest open to him.
This time Ryo sat on Koyama’s weathered couch and faced him. He crossed his legs and leaned back, draping one arm across the arm of the couch and laying the other on the space next to him. “The guy,” he started, all business, “likes to watch, like I said. So it’s you and me. He’ll join in after a while, he touches you, you don’t touch him, got it? He’s pretty easy-going with no real preferences. Laid back. Ok? Don’t be uptight. If you feel uncomfortable with anything, you let me know and I’ll take care of it.” He looked into Koyama’s eyes. “You okay with this? I can still call Jin if you’re not but I wouldn’t suggest your alternative.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly.
Koyama swallowed and nodded so hard he thought his head might fall off.
“All right, let’s go.”
They drove to the rich side of town and up to a gated mansion. The guard smirked at them. “You brought someone new tonight?” He leaned down and looked across Ryo. “Niiiice,” he leered. Ryo glared at him until he moved away and motioned them in.
Upon entering the house, the place felt eerily empty. Whispering instinctively, Koyama asked, “Is it just him in this huge place?” Ryo simply nodded. He followed Ryo up a flight of stairs and to the right to a set of elegant double doors.
“Just follow my lead, ok?” Ryo told Koyama who nodded in return.
Ryo opened the left door, waited for Koyama to come through and shut it behind him. He held a hand out at Koyama letting him know to wait there, and walked to the bedside where he turned the stereo on. Koyama glanced around, trying to find their patron but seeing nothing. Then Ryo was pulling at him, dancing against him and he couldn’t think of anything but Ryo’s body grinding against his.
They danced for a while, Ryo dancing circles around Koyama, grinding his ass into Koyama’s crotch or dropping down to lick up the zipper of his pants when suddenly Ryo’s hands were pushing the jacket off his arms and Koyama let it drop to the floor. They took turns stripping each other slowly - one button at a time, dancing in time. Koyama was used to stripping himself but not someone else and it was pretty novel and, more importantly, incredibly hot. They started out slow but when he felt Ryo’s hands against his crotch, his lips simultaneously grazing Koyama’s sensitive neck, he subconsciously increased the pace. Ryo’s previously grazing teeth bit down hard on Koyama’s neck as a warning and Koyama all but melted, moaning loudly and pushing his hand against the wall for support. Ryo pulled back, a surprised look on his face, before jerking Koyama’s belt off harshly.
Koyama let Ryo control everything, leaning into every touch and throwing his head back and moaning lustily. Every now and then, while reveling in tongue and teeth against his body, he would blindly reach out to run a hand down Ryo’s naked chest (dream come true?) or tweak a nipple which brought the most interesting growl out of Ryo and caused the man to hump Koyama against the wall. In response, Ryo walked Koyama to the bed and shoved him down onto it.
Koyama propped himself up on his elbows and watched as Ryo licked his way down Koyama’s chest then teased under his waistband. Koyama didn’t even notice Ryo had undone his pants until he felt them being pulled off and slide to the floor. Ryo, still in his pants, pushed Koyama fully onto the bed and grabbed his hands to hold them over his head against the bed. The tall man struggled half-heartedly against Ryo’s hands until Ryo removed one and dragged it down Koyama’s body, watching his face the whole time, and starting drawing lazy circles around Koyama’s crotch over his boxer-briefs. Ryo watched as he bucked hard against both hands, his head falling back, eyes closed, and started whimpering shamelessly. Ryo smiled a feral grin and teasingly slid his hand over Koyama’s cock until, with darkened eyes, Koyama jerked himself out of Ryo’s grip and jumped him, forcing him down against the bed. Ryo furiously slapped at Koyama, trying to free himself while Koyama roughly undid Ryo’s pants and jerked them off. They rolled around the bed, then, each struggling for control until the smaller man ended up on top, straddling Koyama, both breathing heavily. Ryo held Koyama’s arms on either side and leaned down and bit him hard on the neck. Koyama’s eyes rolled back into his head.
Having established dominance, Ryo got off Koyama removed both their underwear. He crawled to sit against the headboard and began lazily stroking himself. Koyama crawled up between his legs to lick his chest, his neck and, with a mischievous look, his nipple which got Ryo’s hips fully off the bed and the sexiest groan out of his mouth. Ryo shot him a dirty look and shoved his head lower. Koyama, not stupid, took him into his mouth and wrapped his hand around the base of Ryo’s cock. That’s when he felt fingers trailing up his back and he almost choked. He looked uncertainly up at Ryo who only looked at him with black, black eyes and thrust his hips up in protest against Koyama’s stillness.
Koyama pulled back and licked a hot line up Ryo’s cock before taking him in again and the phantom fingers worked themselves around to grasp Koyama’s member making him gasp, making Ryo gasp. Koyama timed his bobs to the strong strokes of the mysterious hand, his groans vibrating against Ryo. Koyama could tell Ryo was getting close when Ryo suddenly yanked Koyama’s hair pulling him up and turning him around, practically shoving him into their kneeling patron’s naked lap. Koyama got on all fours and looked up, curious, to see a beautiful face with soft lips parted and exhaling quick, hot breaths. That’s when he felt Ryo’s fingers at his ass, lubed and pushing gently. He moaned softly and leaned the top of his head against the stranger’s chest. The man sat back, leaned against the footboard and stroked himself slowly, eyes fixed on Koyama’s lips. Koyama licked his lips and looked up into the man’s eyes as he slowly lowered his mouth onto the man’s cock. Yamashita moaned loudly, eyes trained on Koyama.
Ryo, two fingers half in, looked on in shock. “Yamashita-san? I-I’m sorry. Koyama! Stop! I said watch!” But, to Ryo’s surprise, Yamashita placed his hand on Koyama’s head and pushed him back down, a sexy, dreamy half-grin on his face. Ryo watched Koyama’s head bob on Yamashita’s lap for a moment until Koyama moaned, making Yamashita moan, and pushed back against Ryo’s still fingers. “Shit,” was all Ryo could manage to say.
When he felt Koyama was ready, Ryo removed his fingers. Koyama whimpered and wiggled his ass at Ryo who let out an unexpected bark of laughter. Yamashita languorously looked on and ran his fingers through Koyama’s hair. Ryo pushed against Koyama.
“Tiiiight,” he hissed and worked slowly in. He could feel Koyama trying to relax and trying to push back on him at the same time. He carefully worked himself in with short, shallow thrusts. After a moment, Koyama growled and pulled away from Yamashita. “Just fuck me already.” Ryo, shocked, grabbed Koyama’s hips and shoved himself in. Koyama’s keening wail was quickly muffled. Ryo took it slowly, fighting Koyama’s need until Yamashita locked eyes with Ryo and whispered, “Harder.”
Ryo, willing to be follow orders if he was being paid, tightened his grip on Koyama’s hips and began thrusting harder and faster, Koyama’s grunts stifled by Yamashita’s cock until Yamashita tightened his grip on Koyama’s hair, threw his head back and practically crooned, comingin Koyama’s willing mouth. Ryo, watching Koyama swallow, moaned and his timing became wild as he neared the edge. Suddenly Koyama was tightening exponentially around his cock, his moans turning almost to screams as he came all over the sheets. Ryo found his resolve exhausted and he clutched Koyama hard before finishing, his thrusts erratic, his body shuddering over Koyama’s. Ryo pulled out, exhausted, and stretched out on his back next to Koyama whose head was cuddled in Yamashita’s lap. Yamashita reached over to touch Ryo’s hair, too, and the three remained still, slowing their breaths.
As Koyama and Ryo walked out the bedroom door, Ryo heard his name being called softly and he leaned back into the room. Yamashita lay sprawled on the bed looking entirely sated, his body flushed and beautiful. “Bring him again, yeah?”
Ryo smirked. Hell yeah, he thought.