Drabble Batch 18
Bunny meme drabble batch. Still plenty more prompts to fill. :D And hey... no AU again... lol. All cut text from Good with Grenade's "Bruises and Bitemarks".
Tegoshi/Ryo - Prompt:Tegoshi/anyone in NEWS or KAT-TUN. - Tegoshi tops. Anything else goes. NC-17
Tegoshi is small but fierce, in a completely charming way. He's used to being spoiled and indulged, and so Ryo should be a little surprised by this unprecedented turn of events, because this seems out of character for him. Or… maybe not. Tegoshi is also used to getting what he wants, and if he manipulates it out of someone rather than forcefully demanding it, the results are still the same - he gets what he wants.
Which is why, Ryo reasons, Tegoshi is the one pressing two fingers inside him, rubbing teasingly against his prostate, pulling broken, mildly protesting moans from Ryo's throat. He can't say he minds, really, as long as he doesn't stop.
Tegoshi doesn't, adding a third finger as he smoothes his other hand across Ryo's cheek, all his touches much too light, and it makes Ryo want so much more. Harder, faster, harsher, and since Ryo isn't in the habit of not saying what's on his mind, he tells Tegoshi so. Or tries, but it mostly comes out as a growl that Tegoshi seems to understand anyway, dark eyes narrowing and lips curling up in a smile that says a lot of things, all of them self-satisfied as usual.
It's kind of really hot.
Never let it be said that Tegoshi is not accommodating sometimes, because just like that, he's slipping his fingers away to rub them against the sheets and flip Ryo onto his knees. Pressing his cock up against Ryo's ass, he doesn't even ask before pushing in all the way in one long, burning stroke that has Ryo gasping against the bed and clenching his fingers in the sheets. It doesn't take long for the burn to turn into pleasure - Tegoshi's rough but not violent - that causes Ryo to cry out. That just makes Tegoshi move one hand up from Ryo's hip to his shoulder, gripping tightly and using the leverage to rock them together even harder, soft grunts dropping from his mouth and Ryo almost wishes he could see. He bets Tegoshi looks beautiful right now, face all flushed with beads of perspiration glittering on his skin, mouth slack as he seeks his own oblivion, eyes black as night.
Ryo reaches for himself, knowing Tegoshi well enough to know that he's not really thinking of Ryo right now, and he'll have to fend for himself. He's right on the edge, breath coming in short gasps, and even though he wants to make it last he just can't help himself. Fondling his taut balls and moving up, lightly stroking himself before rubbing his thumb over the head once before fisting his cock and giving in. He comes quickly then, the shock of rippling pleasure making him almost scream into the mattress, and he feels Tegoshi stutter and groan over him as he struggles to press through the resistance.
The orgasm feels like it goes on forever, and Ryo jerks every time Tegoshi brushes up against the over-sensitive spot inside him until, finally, he shudders to completion and pulls out to fall limply to the side, only moving when Ryo shoves at him so he doesn't have to lay in the wet spot. They curl together as they catch their breath, and Ryo thinks, as he drifts toward sleep, that Tegoshi might be the prettiest thing he'll ever wake up to. That and he really had expected the younger man to be a little noisier.
Maybe next time. Ryo has to show him he can't always have his way, after all.
Koyama/Massu - Prompt: Gym encounter? They spot for each other and Massu makes dumb jokes? R
Massu's pants are often disappointingly loose. Koyama knows what Massu's hiding under there, and, really, buns of steel should never be hidden. Ever. One benefit of Massu occasionally accompanying Koyama on gym trips was that, even though he wore loose gym shorts, when Massu did squats, there was no hiding anything. And Koyama was always glad to spot him, watching very carefully lest Massu, you know, falter… or something.
Koyama never said he wasn't a huge pervert.
They're working the bench at the moment, Koyama going a bit light since he knows he has a tendency to get a little top-heavy, and also because he likes to think he might need some of that upper body strength after the workout. He's never been able to get to that point before, but, regardless of popular opinion, he does like to plan ahead sometimes. Especially when it involves getting laid. And especially when the lay in question has such a fantastic ass.
As they work their way closer to the squat station, Koyama has to start thinking of distinctly unsexy things like sumo wrestlers and bumblebees, maybe together, to keep his hard-on from being noticeable. But when Massu positions himself in front of the squat rack, Koyama just tucks one end of his towel into the waistband of his shorts and hopes.
The shiny fabric stretches over Massu's glutes with every squat, muscles clenching as he stands back up under the weight of the bar and Koyama just really wishes he could jerk off right there. He imagines bending Massu over one of the safety racks, running his hands across Massu's sweaty back as he pounds into him, imagines Massu's soft cries of pleasure even as he tries to keep the metal from pushing so hard against his chest. Massu's discomfort threshold is low and Koyama loves to press him.
He's startled out of his reverie by Massu's stern look. "You make a terrible spotter, Koyama. What if I'd had trouble?"
Koyama tries a disarming smile and it works somewhat, Massu's look softening a bit. "Sorry, I was a bit distracted. The … safety rack would have caught you."
"Yeah, but you're supposed to."
"I know," Koyama says apologetically, slinging an arm over Massu's shoulder, ignoring Massu's protests about Koyama being sweaty and gross, "so let me buy you lunch."
The look on Massu's face is calculating and looks highly out of place. Koyama can't help but blink and take a step back. When Massu's eyes dip low then back up, Koyama swallows hard.
"How about you make me lunch instead?"
"Uh," Koyama says intelligently, nodding.
Massu reaches for Koyama's towel and smiles. "Something with the bone in."
He tries not to groan at the really bad pun because, yeah. He can do that.
Koyama/Tegoshi/Shige - Prompt:Tegoshi/Shige apologize to Koyama for all the years' worth of pranks and teasing he's had to deal with. With a blowjob. Hard R.
"Shhh," Tegoshi hissed, elbowing Shige in the head as they crept toward the bed on all fours.
"You 'sh'!" Shige whispered back, and shoved his shoulder into Tegoshi's side. "Are you sure this will make up for all the pranks? He was kind of mad today," he asked as they carefully climbed to their feet and looked down at Koyama's sleeping form hugging the blankets.
"Of course I'm sure. Can you name one thing a blow job doesn't make better?"
He couldn't, really, so he just shut up and watched Tegoshi carefully pull the sheet back from Koyama who shuddered a little in the moonlight but didn't move. Tegoshi shot Shige a wide, conspiratorial smile before slipping slender fingers under the waistband of Koyama's boxers and cautiously working them down his hips. Shige couldn't help thinking that at least they wouldn't get caught on Koyama's ass, since he barely had one.
Tegoshi only bothered getting them down far enough to expose him, and Shige watched in fascination as he began moving his fingers in feather-light touches over Koyama's cock, revving his engine, so to speak. It was clearly working, Koyama shifting slightly in his sleep into Tegoshi's touch, dick swelling under Tegoshi's ministrations.
Koyama looked good in the moonlight, the silver making him look ethereal, long fingers clenching and unclenching against the blankets, brow furrowing lightly as he bit his lip a little and whined quietly in the back of his throat. Shige wondered what sort of dream Koyama was having to go with the sensations, who he's thinking of.
Impatient, Tegoshi wrapped one hand firmly around Koyama's erection and took the tip of it into his mouth, licking sloppily over the head before taking more in. Rolling fully onto his back, Koyama relinquished his hold on the blankets with one hand to drag the other onto Tegoshi's shoulder.
"nmf niggle," Koyama mumbled and Shige couldn't help giggling, mostly because his nerves were wound tight and he was more than turned on by Koyama's face all screwed up like that, hand grabbing hard onto Tegoshi's shoulder, and Tegoshi's spit-slick lips moving over Koyama's cock. When Tegoshi looked up at Shige, silver reflected in his wide pupils, lips stretched around Koyama, Shige couldn't stand it anymore, climbing onto the bed next to Tegoshi and nudging at him.
"Your turn," Tegoshi whispered, after letting Koyama slip out of his mouth, "my jaw is getting tired."
"Already?" Shige scoffed, but he was quick to take up where Tegoshi left off, running a soft hand up over Koyama's chest, reaching one of his nipples at about the same time Tegoshi's tongue got to the other, and he realized that Koyama had abandoned the blanket entirely when one hand tangled in his hair with a groan.
"Getesh?" Koyama said unintelligibly, shock probably dulled by that half-dream feeling, Shige thought, because really… why would his best friend and Tegoshi be molesting him in his sleep?
"Shhhh," Tegoshi told him, kissing up his neck before whispering something in his ear that had Koyama arching up into Shige's mouth.
Shige wanted to frown, but he couldn't really feel left out. He was doing the important part after all. The way they were kissing, though, made him wonder if they'd forgotten. He'd see about that. Pulling back, he let his teeth just barely scrape over the crown, and he really shouldn't have been surprised by Koyama arching harshly, breaking away from Tegoshi's mouth to say Shige's name in a low, hoarse voice. Koyama always was a bit perverted, he thought fondly.
As Tegoshi whispered apparently increasingly dirty things to Koyama - what Shige did catch was enough to make him blush and reach for his own erection - Shige read Koyama's reactions, getting sloppier because he seemed to like it. It was probably Tegoshi's turn by now, and the little bastard was already rutting against Koyama's thigh, but Shige liked that it was always his name Koyama called when he said anything and he kind of liked the way it sounded, even the way it came out all high-pitched and squeaky when Koyama twitched in his mouth and came without any warning at all. He hated swallowing, but this was Koyama after all, and payback for the pranks, so he probably deserved it.
Tegoshi, however, had been the one to instigate the majority of said pranks, and by the look on his face (and Koyama's hand still down Tegoshi's pants) he'd already finished, and Shige couldn't help but feel a little indignant. "Hey," he said. Maybe a little insistently.
Sitting up and leaning against the headboard, Koyama reached up lazily, tracing the bulge in Shige's shorts. He tucked a finger in Shige's waistband and pulled until Shige was straddling Koyama's chest, his bared cock disappearing between Koyama's lips.
"Fuck," Shige groaned, and Koyama ran both hands up the back of Shige's legs and urged him forward, letting Shige set the pace and use him as he would. That thought had Shige's legs trembling and he braced himself against the headboard and reached down with his other hand to cup a hand under Koyama's chin, Koyama tilting his head up to look at him, eyes narrowed, and god was that a sight. Tegoshi's hands joined Koyama's, touching Shige wherever he could reach without sitting up, rolling Shige's balls with one hand and then Koyama pulled back to suck hard at the tip, working the shaft with one hand and humming, and Shige couldn't have given a warning if he'd wanted to.
"So," Koyama said sleepily as they cuddled together under the blankets, "what was that for? Not that I'm complaining."
"We're sorry?" Tegoshi replied, though he didn't sound very apologetic, Shige noted. Well, he guessed he didn't either.
"Even though I did most of the work," Shige bitched without any real fervor.
Koyama just laughed. "I should get mad more often, I guess."
Shige thought maybe they could arrange a repeat without anyone having to get pissed off first.