Drabble Batch 19 - Birthday!
I usually don't do birthday writing, but... here we go. In honor of Koyama's birthday. XD
Koyama/Tabe Mikako - G (for those of you who don't know, check here and see Massu's female double on the right.)
Okay yeah, so he gets teased by his family, friends, and even bandmates, because, sure, he can see the resemblance his girlfriend has to Massu. It might be a little weird if he thinks too hard about it. She's got a beautiful smile, and she's shy and modest like Massu is, quiet, maybe a little awkward sometimes. But she doesn't stop entire conversations with a single word, she doesn't exude sunshine. But she's sweet and beautiful, expressing herself softly, laughing her gentle laugh or clapping quietly in her excitement. And, really, he could care less what anyone says when she looks at him with soft eyes and smiles just for him. He does wish, though, that Tegoshi would stop referring to her as Massuko. It messes with his head.
Koyama/Yamashita - G: prompted by lemonadetea and her translations of Koyama's and Yamapi's nikkis here and here, respectively.
Koyama loves reading before bed. It's the one time of the day he's absolutely relaxed, with no other pressing obligations but sleep, and goodness knows that can wait. So he reads, focused, amuses himself with facts and fiction until his head is full and sleepy.
"You've been reading a lot lately," Yamashita tells him, almost in passing.
They haven't really spoken with each other in months, Koyama thinks, and Yamashita looks haggard, more than usual even.
"Every time I see you, you're reading or talking about it," Yamashita continues, looking curiously at the book in Koyama's hands.
"Do you have some time tonight?" Koyama blurts out and Yamashita looks surprised but pleased.
"For you? Sure."
They end up squished in Koyama's bed, Yamashita's head in Koyama's lap and each of them holding a book up, reading silently. Koyama's fingers are carding through Yamashita's hair, and every now and then Yamashita will let out a contented sigh. It's not long before Yamashita is snoring lightly and Koyama can't keep from smiling, carefully sliding out from under him just long enough to rearrange him on the bed before crawling back in with him.
He's not surprised that it becomes a sort-of habit, Yamashita showing up with a shy smile and a book.
Lately I've been reading for an hour before bed!
It may be because I go to sleep right after reading, but I dream a lot. The dreams even have similar contents to the books.
If it's detective stuff, I'll dream I've become a detective. Question witnesses and stuff.
With love stories, I'll dream I'm in love...
Dokidoki...
I wake up and it's back to reality.
Just when it was in a good spot.
That sort of thing, he writes in his nikki, thinking of his fingers in Yamashita's hair and their shared sleepy smiles.
The next day Yamashita responds in his own way.
Lately I’ve been making sure to read books.
After reading them a new world opens up.
It’s really fun to learn things anew.
When Yamashita comes over that evening, they both smile sheepishly at each other before Yamashita heads to Koyama's room, flopping down on the bed and looking expectantly at him. Maybe, Koyama thinks, heart beating hard against his chest, maybe he doesn't need to read a love story to dream he's in love.
Koyama/Aoi Yu (Tanabe Satoshi[Kurosagi]/Konuma Setsuko[Unubore Deka]) - PG: prompted by imifumei
They meet trying to swindle each other. Perhaps that should have given them the warning they needed, but he was already in love with her and she was entranced by him. Their love is soft, warm, their edges blurred between them and it's almost like soulmates, maybe, the way they complement each other, duplicate traits. They have enough in common to make it work, of course - they both love money more than anything else, they both are warm, caring people with a weakness, they've both done jail time for it, and both have been unable to break away. And what they have in common is what makes them brittle and bonded all at once.
They spend their nights together and seduce other people by day, working hard for their money, and strain lines the edges of their relationship. He has bright lipstick on his collar that isn't hers, she smells like another man's cologne, and they push themselves harder to erase the signs of someone else from each other. Because they can't give it up - the money or each other - and it's breaking them down.
Koyama/Narimiya Hiroki - NC-17: prompted by imifumei Buck Cherry's "Crazy Bitch"
Mischief is clear in his dark brown eyes, and the way his lips curl up and heat edges his eyes has Koyama's stomach twisting in sharp anticipation. When Hiroki gets that look, Koyama knows crazy shit's about to happen and he's just going to have to hold on. But whatever it is… he's going to like it. He knows that too. He just hopes they make it to his house this time.
They do, but barely, Hiroki shoving Koyama up hard against the closed door and dropping to his knees without preamble and jerking at Koyama's pants until he's got Koyama's half-hard cock out and already past his lips. Koyama lets his head fall back against the door with a thud and a groan, only jerking it forward because Hiroki lets his teeth graze in warning. Black, hooded eyes meet his own and he doesn't want to wait, not when he's going to look at him like that, eyes promising filthy things, lips stretched wide around him.
"Hiroki," he groans, and shivers in anticipation as Hiroki lets him fall from his lips, standing to seal their lips together in a heated kiss, easing back to slide their tongues together, melting him from the inside out.
Then they're practically racing to get each other naked, kissing, licking, touching skin as it's exposed, drawing moans and heated words as they fight to touch each other everywhere. But Koyama lets Hiroki turn him harshly, pushing him face-forward against the door and kicking his legs apart to run already slick fingers against his ass. Koyama smiles into the door at that, bracing himself against it with his hands as Hiroki pushes his fingers in mercilessly, aiming straight for that bundle of nerves that will reduce Koyama to a quivering mess.
He'd expected this, but that never made it any easier. It hurt like a bitch at first but god did Hiroki ever make up for it, mouthing against Koyama's shoulder, whispering dirty words and never once letting up until Koyama begged.
"Fuck me," he says, voice broken across the syllables, because fuck he just wants to come already, "come on please please please."
And just like that, Hiroki's sliding in, not waiting a moment and it burns but he likes that pain, that bitter edge of the biting pleasure that keeps him grounded another moment longer. The pace is hard, harsh, demanding, and all he can do is take it, bracing his legs against the rocking, the muscles in his arms cording as he tries to keep from being flattened against the door.
He feels himself unraveling, the tight coil in his belly fraying at the edges and he lets out a whimper. Sometimes Hiroki makes him wait, forces him to finish without touching himself or finishes him off after he's already done. But today's not one of those times, one soft hand detaching from Koyama's hip to wrap around his erection and pull erratically, the rough jerking making him gasp as it pulls his orgasm from him, double stimulation and his over-heated sex drive too much to last even a second longer.
Hiroki's sticky hand relocates to Koyama's hips and he doesn't even give him a moment of respite, snapping his hips against Koyama's ass relentlessly until he comes with a deep groan and stutters to a stop.
It takes all Koyama's strength not to fall to his knees right there, instead turning shakily around and leaning his shoulders back against the door and taking in Hiroki's flushed face and dark smirk. Yeah. They're not done yet. But he'll be damned if they don't at least make it to the bed this time.
Koyama/Tabe Mikako - G (for those of you who don't know, check here and see Massu's female double on the right.)
Okay yeah, so he gets teased by his family, friends, and even bandmates, because, sure, he can see the resemblance his girlfriend has to Massu. It might be a little weird if he thinks too hard about it. She's got a beautiful smile, and she's shy and modest like Massu is, quiet, maybe a little awkward sometimes. But she doesn't stop entire conversations with a single word, she doesn't exude sunshine. But she's sweet and beautiful, expressing herself softly, laughing her gentle laugh or clapping quietly in her excitement. And, really, he could care less what anyone says when she looks at him with soft eyes and smiles just for him. He does wish, though, that Tegoshi would stop referring to her as Massuko. It messes with his head.
Koyama/Yamashita - G: prompted by lemonadetea and her translations of Koyama's and Yamapi's nikkis here and here, respectively.
Koyama loves reading before bed. It's the one time of the day he's absolutely relaxed, with no other pressing obligations but sleep, and goodness knows that can wait. So he reads, focused, amuses himself with facts and fiction until his head is full and sleepy.
"You've been reading a lot lately," Yamashita tells him, almost in passing.
They haven't really spoken with each other in months, Koyama thinks, and Yamashita looks haggard, more than usual even.
"Every time I see you, you're reading or talking about it," Yamashita continues, looking curiously at the book in Koyama's hands.
"Do you have some time tonight?" Koyama blurts out and Yamashita looks surprised but pleased.
"For you? Sure."
They end up squished in Koyama's bed, Yamashita's head in Koyama's lap and each of them holding a book up, reading silently. Koyama's fingers are carding through Yamashita's hair, and every now and then Yamashita will let out a contented sigh. It's not long before Yamashita is snoring lightly and Koyama can't keep from smiling, carefully sliding out from under him just long enough to rearrange him on the bed before crawling back in with him.
He's not surprised that it becomes a sort-of habit, Yamashita showing up with a shy smile and a book.
Lately I've been reading for an hour before bed!
It may be because I go to sleep right after reading, but I dream a lot. The dreams even have similar contents to the books.
If it's detective stuff, I'll dream I've become a detective. Question witnesses and stuff.
With love stories, I'll dream I'm in love...
Dokidoki...
I wake up and it's back to reality.
Just when it was in a good spot.
That sort of thing, he writes in his nikki, thinking of his fingers in Yamashita's hair and their shared sleepy smiles.
The next day Yamashita responds in his own way.
Lately I’ve been making sure to read books.
After reading them a new world opens up.
It’s really fun to learn things anew.
When Yamashita comes over that evening, they both smile sheepishly at each other before Yamashita heads to Koyama's room, flopping down on the bed and looking expectantly at him. Maybe, Koyama thinks, heart beating hard against his chest, maybe he doesn't need to read a love story to dream he's in love.
Koyama/Aoi Yu (Tanabe Satoshi[Kurosagi]/Konuma Setsuko[Unubore Deka]) - PG: prompted by imifumei
They meet trying to swindle each other. Perhaps that should have given them the warning they needed, but he was already in love with her and she was entranced by him. Their love is soft, warm, their edges blurred between them and it's almost like soulmates, maybe, the way they complement each other, duplicate traits. They have enough in common to make it work, of course - they both love money more than anything else, they both are warm, caring people with a weakness, they've both done jail time for it, and both have been unable to break away. And what they have in common is what makes them brittle and bonded all at once.
They spend their nights together and seduce other people by day, working hard for their money, and strain lines the edges of their relationship. He has bright lipstick on his collar that isn't hers, she smells like another man's cologne, and they push themselves harder to erase the signs of someone else from each other. Because they can't give it up - the money or each other - and it's breaking them down.
Koyama/Narimiya Hiroki - NC-17: prompted by imifumei Buck Cherry's "Crazy Bitch"
Mischief is clear in his dark brown eyes, and the way his lips curl up and heat edges his eyes has Koyama's stomach twisting in sharp anticipation. When Hiroki gets that look, Koyama knows crazy shit's about to happen and he's just going to have to hold on. But whatever it is… he's going to like it. He knows that too. He just hopes they make it to his house this time.
They do, but barely, Hiroki shoving Koyama up hard against the closed door and dropping to his knees without preamble and jerking at Koyama's pants until he's got Koyama's half-hard cock out and already past his lips. Koyama lets his head fall back against the door with a thud and a groan, only jerking it forward because Hiroki lets his teeth graze in warning. Black, hooded eyes meet his own and he doesn't want to wait, not when he's going to look at him like that, eyes promising filthy things, lips stretched wide around him.
"Hiroki," he groans, and shivers in anticipation as Hiroki lets him fall from his lips, standing to seal their lips together in a heated kiss, easing back to slide their tongues together, melting him from the inside out.
Then they're practically racing to get each other naked, kissing, licking, touching skin as it's exposed, drawing moans and heated words as they fight to touch each other everywhere. But Koyama lets Hiroki turn him harshly, pushing him face-forward against the door and kicking his legs apart to run already slick fingers against his ass. Koyama smiles into the door at that, bracing himself against it with his hands as Hiroki pushes his fingers in mercilessly, aiming straight for that bundle of nerves that will reduce Koyama to a quivering mess.
He'd expected this, but that never made it any easier. It hurt like a bitch at first but god did Hiroki ever make up for it, mouthing against Koyama's shoulder, whispering dirty words and never once letting up until Koyama begged.
"Fuck me," he says, voice broken across the syllables, because fuck he just wants to come already, "come on please please please."
And just like that, Hiroki's sliding in, not waiting a moment and it burns but he likes that pain, that bitter edge of the biting pleasure that keeps him grounded another moment longer. The pace is hard, harsh, demanding, and all he can do is take it, bracing his legs against the rocking, the muscles in his arms cording as he tries to keep from being flattened against the door.
He feels himself unraveling, the tight coil in his belly fraying at the edges and he lets out a whimper. Sometimes Hiroki makes him wait, forces him to finish without touching himself or finishes him off after he's already done. But today's not one of those times, one soft hand detaching from Koyama's hip to wrap around his erection and pull erratically, the rough jerking making him gasp as it pulls his orgasm from him, double stimulation and his over-heated sex drive too much to last even a second longer.
Hiroki's sticky hand relocates to Koyama's hips and he doesn't even give him a moment of respite, snapping his hips against Koyama's ass relentlessly until he comes with a deep groan and stutters to a stop.
It takes all Koyama's strength not to fall to his knees right there, instead turning shakily around and leaning his shoulders back against the door and taking in Hiroki's flushed face and dark smirk. Yeah. They're not done yet. But he'll be damned if they don't at least make it to the bed this time.