Make Some Noise
Title: Make Some Noise
Pairing: Koyama/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,037
Summary: KoyaRyo have some fun off the clock. Ryo shows some of his flexible S/M. XD PWP, you've been warned. Romeos 'verse.
The client left them sprawled bonelessly on the bed, tanned skin glistening against the cream-colored sheets. Koyama had one hand loosely wrapped around Ryo’s bicep and Ryo’s leg was across Koyama’s thigh as they caught their breath and struggled to stay awake.
Ryo lethargically sat up enough to lean over Koyama, touching his cheek to get the man to open his eyes. “You okay?” he mumbled. Koyama grinned goofily and nodded. “Shower,” Ryo grunted and dragged himself out of bed. Koyama followed, scooping up his small bag on the way. He set out a few bottles in the shower as Ryo turned the water on and waited for it to warm up. Stepping in, Ryo faced the showerhead and let the water run over him for a minute, eyes closed against the spray. He almost jumped when he felt Koyama’s chest slide up against his back. “Can’t you wait?”
“No,” Koyama answered happily, though Ryo cringed a little at the rasp in his voice. Ryo heard him uncap a bottle and just a moment later felt Koyama’s hands smooth over his shoulders and down his back. “Relax, Ryo.” And he did. He even leaned his head back for Koyama to wash his hair. The tall man lazily scratched sharp nails along Ryo’s scalp and he all but melted against his chest. For months now they’d been having sex with each other for guys who liked to watch and they’d done things most lovers wouldn’t trust each other to do; and yet this felt infinitely more intimate with Koyama’s hands gliding across his skin, slick with soap and water and slipping guilelessly across his nipples and down his sides to lather across his hips. He almost sighed when Koyama’s hands left him to quickly soap himself up and they switched places so he could rinse. Ryo took a deep breath and recognized the scent now, a light lavender vanilla he always smelled on Koyama but never realized.
Koyama got out first and when Ryo turned the water off and stepped out, Koyama was wiping off the mirror with his towel. Ryo dried himself off quickly and watched Koyama examine his neck in the mirror.
“Where do you find these people, Ryo?” Koyama asked, his voice still a little hoarse, gingerly touching his neck and craning his head around for a better look.
A trickle of guilt passed through Ryo and he padded over to him, towel now around his waist, and tilted the man’s chin up to assess the damage and carefully trail fingers across the abused flesh. “Sorry,” he said, gruff voice in direct contrast with gentle fingers. Ryo delicately touching the sensitive skin he’d so recently assaulted sent a shiver down Koyama’s spine to settle in his groin and his eyelids fluttered. He unconsciously parted his lips for a breathy, almost silent, moan and Ryo loosely wrapped warm fingers around the redhead’s neck. Koyama looked down through half-lidded eyes to see the shorter man smirk up at him before cupping his semi-erection with his free hand. “Already ready again? Kinky bastard. God, you’re insatiable.” He paused then abruptly stepped away and turned, walking out into the room. “Too bad I’m not getting paid right now.”
Koyama whined. “Ryo-chan is so mean.” He heard laughter and followed after. Ryo was standing next to the bed where he’d just lain out his clothes and Koyama pressed himself against his back, running his hands down Ryo’s arms to grip his wrists.
“What?”
Koyama didn’t answer; he just pulled Ryo’s wrists behind him and held them loosely there before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Ryo’s jawline. “Ryo-chan is such a tease,” he whispered against the smaller man’s neck. “Maybe I should teach him a lesson about that.”
Ryo stiffened. Koyama dropped Ryo’s wrists and turned him around. He leaned in and captured the shorter man’s lips in a lazy kiss, swiping his tongue across the full bottom lip before nipping lightly at it. Ryo could not help but respond to the kiss and he parted his lips for Koyama. Koyama’s hands made their way up Ryo’s back, kneading along the way until he twisted fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and dropped the other to the small of his back to pull them flush together. Koyama slid their tongues together and Ryo opened up to the other man, relaxing tense muscles and giving into the languorous kiss. Koyama lowered himself to his knees, pushing Ryo to sit on the edge of the bed, and settled between his legs. His tongue played over Ryo’s chest, paying special attention to the man’s sensitive nipples, while his hands smoothed across Ryo’s thighs and calves. He scraped his teeth along one of Ryo’s nipples and felt his own erection stiffen fully at the breathy cry Ryo let out. As though embarrassed, and he probably was, Koyama thought, Ryo grabbed a fistful of Koyama’s hair and pushed his head down. Koyama sighed, warm breath ghosting along Ryo’s hardness before taking him in his mouth, one hand around the base, and moving up and down a few times before pulling off. He looked at Ryo with mild eyes and pulled Ryo’s hand out of his hair.
He stood, towering over Ryo and looking down for a moment, then pushed him back until he was lying in the middle of the bed and climbed onto the bed, straddling him in one smooth motion. He leaned down, running his fingers down Ryo’s arms to rest at the pulse points of his wrists, and kissed him, slow and sure, before confidently wrapping his fingers around Ryo’s wrists and moving to pin his arms above his head against the mattress. Ryo’s eyes widened and he fought him, straining against Koyama’s hands and bucking his hips a little. He was so used to Koyama giving in to his every movement that the iron grip he had on him now just didn’t compute.
“Ryo, calm down,” he said gently and Ryo was so confused by the gentle tone mixed with the unforgiving hold. “When’s the last time you weren’t in control, Ryo? Let me.” Ryo’s eyelids fluttered shut then opened slowly and he nodded almost imperceptibly. He was more than shocked by the change in Koyama’s demeanor - gone were the sleepy eyes and mobile mouth he usually saw on the man in bed. Instead his eyes were narrowed and focused on Ryo’s and his lips were pressed together in determination and he couldn’t help the shudder that ran through him.
Koyama released Ryo’s hands, dragging his own softly down Ryo’s arms, his nails scratching lightly against the tender undersides, Ryo lying strangely docile under him. He leaned back down to kiss him again, sucking Ryo’s bottom lip between his teeth and smoothing his tongue across it slowly and drawing a low moan from the man. He leisurely licked his way into Ryo’s mouth and when he felt Ryo’s arms move and settle around his neck he rocked against him. He couldn’t get over how Ryo had relaxed so fully into this and he moved to lick against Ryo’s neck and bite down to raise the man’s tension. He’s rewarded by the tightening of Ryo’s arms and his hips bucking up against his own. That was more like it. He let his hands roam up and down Ryo’s upper body, smoothing against a rib here, pinching there, flicking fingers against a taut nipple and kissing the man senseless through it. When Ryo’s eyes were glazed over, a rush of pleasure rising at the sight, he rose to his knees, and got off Ryo, pulling the man up by his shoulders and turning him over and getting him on all fours. It just took a long reach and he was drizzling lube over his fingers and moving to kneel behind Ryo.
He pressed long, slick fingers into him slowly and one at a time. “God, Ryo,” he groaned, laying his cheek against the man’s back and wrapping his free arm around Ryo’s waist, “so tight.”
“’s been a while,” he grunted and felt Koyama chuckle against him, his hot breath feeling cool against Ryo’s overheated skin. He felt the shock go up his spine when Koyama pressed gently against his prostate and he trembled, a groan pulling out of his throat. He felt Koyama smile against his back and start rubbing his fingers slowly against the gland. “Fuck. Koyama. Fuck.”
It had been a while for Koyama, too, to be the one in charge and he reveled in the power. He listened to Ryo’s groans and moans reverberating through his feverish body. He wanted to break Ryo down just this once. Koyama dropped wet kisses against his back, murmuring erotic encouragement as Ryo’s breathing quickened to pants. Ryo could feel his throat closing as his eyes began to tear up against the toomuchpressure building in him. “Please, Koyama, please,” he whined.
“That was much easier than I’d thought,” he said, smirking. “I didn’t even have to ask.” But he didn’t make Ryo wait, pulling out his fingers to roll on a condom.
Koyama sure got cocky when he was on top … Ryo felt like kicking him but then he might not get fucked and right now that was not an option. He’d just remember to be extra rough next time. Yeah. That would work. And then Koyama was gripping his hips and pushing in and he couldn’t help crying out. He dropped to his elbows and pillowed his cheek against his forearm, biting it to keep from making any more embarrassing pleas, but Koyama was tugging on his hair, pulling his head back.
“I. Want. To. Hear.” he growled, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. Ryo almost cried. It felt so good and so much, tight fingers in his hair, neck stretched out in a way that made it almost difficult to swallow, fuller than he’d been in a long time, and he let himself moan and pant and beg for more. Koyama didn’t disappoint. He untangled his hand from Ryo’s hair to grip his shoulder, his other hand tightening on the man’s hip and he snapped his hips against Ryo’s ass at a maddening pace. Ryo felt amazing around him despite the condom, all heat and pressure and he had to resort to doing his budget in his head to keep his climax at bay.
Ryo could feel Koyama coming close, his hardness swelling impossibly larger inside him, brushing against his prostate with every thrust. “Touch me,” he begged, “touchmetouchmetouchme” and he didn’t stop until Koyama wrapped long fingers around his erection and pulled, starting a fire that spread through his whole body and he gave up trying to hold himself up, screaming into the mattress as his orgasm ripped through him.
Koyama didn’t make it through Ryo’s orgasm. He knew from the start that he wouldn’t have made it at all if he hadn’t just orgasmed twice before during the previous session. It had been so long since he’d had more than a mouth or a hand around his cock and when Ryo clenched around him he couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust gently against Ryo, riding out the aftershocks before pulling out and removing the condom, tossing it into the trashcan and collapsing beside Ryo.
They sprawled across the bed again, for the second time in an hour, trying to breathe. “You ok?” Koyama asked breathlessly without opening his eyes. He took Ryo’s grunt as assent and waited a moment before rolling out of bed and using his damp towel to clean himself up, then Ryo.
“Thanks,” Ryo muttered, cracking his eyes to see Koyama smiling shyly at him. His hand reached out of its own accord and stroked Koyama’s cheek and the man leaned into it a moment, closing his eyes, before stepping back and away. He heaved himself out of bed and they dressed and tidied in silence. “Koyama?” he said as they were getting ready to leave.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.” He didn’t say, for taking care of me, for trusting me, for being someone I can trust, but he meant it.
Judging by Koyama’s warm, wide smile, he got it.
Pairing: Koyama/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,037
Summary: KoyaRyo have some fun off the clock. Ryo shows some of his flexible S/M. XD PWP, you've been warned. Romeos 'verse.
The client left them sprawled bonelessly on the bed, tanned skin glistening against the cream-colored sheets. Koyama had one hand loosely wrapped around Ryo’s bicep and Ryo’s leg was across Koyama’s thigh as they caught their breath and struggled to stay awake.
Ryo lethargically sat up enough to lean over Koyama, touching his cheek to get the man to open his eyes. “You okay?” he mumbled. Koyama grinned goofily and nodded. “Shower,” Ryo grunted and dragged himself out of bed. Koyama followed, scooping up his small bag on the way. He set out a few bottles in the shower as Ryo turned the water on and waited for it to warm up. Stepping in, Ryo faced the showerhead and let the water run over him for a minute, eyes closed against the spray. He almost jumped when he felt Koyama’s chest slide up against his back. “Can’t you wait?”
“No,” Koyama answered happily, though Ryo cringed a little at the rasp in his voice. Ryo heard him uncap a bottle and just a moment later felt Koyama’s hands smooth over his shoulders and down his back. “Relax, Ryo.” And he did. He even leaned his head back for Koyama to wash his hair. The tall man lazily scratched sharp nails along Ryo’s scalp and he all but melted against his chest. For months now they’d been having sex with each other for guys who liked to watch and they’d done things most lovers wouldn’t trust each other to do; and yet this felt infinitely more intimate with Koyama’s hands gliding across his skin, slick with soap and water and slipping guilelessly across his nipples and down his sides to lather across his hips. He almost sighed when Koyama’s hands left him to quickly soap himself up and they switched places so he could rinse. Ryo took a deep breath and recognized the scent now, a light lavender vanilla he always smelled on Koyama but never realized.
Koyama got out first and when Ryo turned the water off and stepped out, Koyama was wiping off the mirror with his towel. Ryo dried himself off quickly and watched Koyama examine his neck in the mirror.
“Where do you find these people, Ryo?” Koyama asked, his voice still a little hoarse, gingerly touching his neck and craning his head around for a better look.
A trickle of guilt passed through Ryo and he padded over to him, towel now around his waist, and tilted the man’s chin up to assess the damage and carefully trail fingers across the abused flesh. “Sorry,” he said, gruff voice in direct contrast with gentle fingers. Ryo delicately touching the sensitive skin he’d so recently assaulted sent a shiver down Koyama’s spine to settle in his groin and his eyelids fluttered. He unconsciously parted his lips for a breathy, almost silent, moan and Ryo loosely wrapped warm fingers around the redhead’s neck. Koyama looked down through half-lidded eyes to see the shorter man smirk up at him before cupping his semi-erection with his free hand. “Already ready again? Kinky bastard. God, you’re insatiable.” He paused then abruptly stepped away and turned, walking out into the room. “Too bad I’m not getting paid right now.”
Koyama whined. “Ryo-chan is so mean.” He heard laughter and followed after. Ryo was standing next to the bed where he’d just lain out his clothes and Koyama pressed himself against his back, running his hands down Ryo’s arms to grip his wrists.
“What?”
Koyama didn’t answer; he just pulled Ryo’s wrists behind him and held them loosely there before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Ryo’s jawline. “Ryo-chan is such a tease,” he whispered against the smaller man’s neck. “Maybe I should teach him a lesson about that.”
Ryo stiffened. Koyama dropped Ryo’s wrists and turned him around. He leaned in and captured the shorter man’s lips in a lazy kiss, swiping his tongue across the full bottom lip before nipping lightly at it. Ryo could not help but respond to the kiss and he parted his lips for Koyama. Koyama’s hands made their way up Ryo’s back, kneading along the way until he twisted fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and dropped the other to the small of his back to pull them flush together. Koyama slid their tongues together and Ryo opened up to the other man, relaxing tense muscles and giving into the languorous kiss. Koyama lowered himself to his knees, pushing Ryo to sit on the edge of the bed, and settled between his legs. His tongue played over Ryo’s chest, paying special attention to the man’s sensitive nipples, while his hands smoothed across Ryo’s thighs and calves. He scraped his teeth along one of Ryo’s nipples and felt his own erection stiffen fully at the breathy cry Ryo let out. As though embarrassed, and he probably was, Koyama thought, Ryo grabbed a fistful of Koyama’s hair and pushed his head down. Koyama sighed, warm breath ghosting along Ryo’s hardness before taking him in his mouth, one hand around the base, and moving up and down a few times before pulling off. He looked at Ryo with mild eyes and pulled Ryo’s hand out of his hair.
He stood, towering over Ryo and looking down for a moment, then pushed him back until he was lying in the middle of the bed and climbed onto the bed, straddling him in one smooth motion. He leaned down, running his fingers down Ryo’s arms to rest at the pulse points of his wrists, and kissed him, slow and sure, before confidently wrapping his fingers around Ryo’s wrists and moving to pin his arms above his head against the mattress. Ryo’s eyes widened and he fought him, straining against Koyama’s hands and bucking his hips a little. He was so used to Koyama giving in to his every movement that the iron grip he had on him now just didn’t compute.
“Ryo, calm down,” he said gently and Ryo was so confused by the gentle tone mixed with the unforgiving hold. “When’s the last time you weren’t in control, Ryo? Let me.” Ryo’s eyelids fluttered shut then opened slowly and he nodded almost imperceptibly. He was more than shocked by the change in Koyama’s demeanor - gone were the sleepy eyes and mobile mouth he usually saw on the man in bed. Instead his eyes were narrowed and focused on Ryo’s and his lips were pressed together in determination and he couldn’t help the shudder that ran through him.
Koyama released Ryo’s hands, dragging his own softly down Ryo’s arms, his nails scratching lightly against the tender undersides, Ryo lying strangely docile under him. He leaned back down to kiss him again, sucking Ryo’s bottom lip between his teeth and smoothing his tongue across it slowly and drawing a low moan from the man. He leisurely licked his way into Ryo’s mouth and when he felt Ryo’s arms move and settle around his neck he rocked against him. He couldn’t get over how Ryo had relaxed so fully into this and he moved to lick against Ryo’s neck and bite down to raise the man’s tension. He’s rewarded by the tightening of Ryo’s arms and his hips bucking up against his own. That was more like it. He let his hands roam up and down Ryo’s upper body, smoothing against a rib here, pinching there, flicking fingers against a taut nipple and kissing the man senseless through it. When Ryo’s eyes were glazed over, a rush of pleasure rising at the sight, he rose to his knees, and got off Ryo, pulling the man up by his shoulders and turning him over and getting him on all fours. It just took a long reach and he was drizzling lube over his fingers and moving to kneel behind Ryo.
He pressed long, slick fingers into him slowly and one at a time. “God, Ryo,” he groaned, laying his cheek against the man’s back and wrapping his free arm around Ryo’s waist, “so tight.”
“’s been a while,” he grunted and felt Koyama chuckle against him, his hot breath feeling cool against Ryo’s overheated skin. He felt the shock go up his spine when Koyama pressed gently against his prostate and he trembled, a groan pulling out of his throat. He felt Koyama smile against his back and start rubbing his fingers slowly against the gland. “Fuck. Koyama. Fuck.”
It had been a while for Koyama, too, to be the one in charge and he reveled in the power. He listened to Ryo’s groans and moans reverberating through his feverish body. He wanted to break Ryo down just this once. Koyama dropped wet kisses against his back, murmuring erotic encouragement as Ryo’s breathing quickened to pants. Ryo could feel his throat closing as his eyes began to tear up against the toomuchpressure building in him. “Please, Koyama, please,” he whined.
“That was much easier than I’d thought,” he said, smirking. “I didn’t even have to ask.” But he didn’t make Ryo wait, pulling out his fingers to roll on a condom.
Koyama sure got cocky when he was on top … Ryo felt like kicking him but then he might not get fucked and right now that was not an option. He’d just remember to be extra rough next time. Yeah. That would work. And then Koyama was gripping his hips and pushing in and he couldn’t help crying out. He dropped to his elbows and pillowed his cheek against his forearm, biting it to keep from making any more embarrassing pleas, but Koyama was tugging on his hair, pulling his head back.
“I. Want. To. Hear.” he growled, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. Ryo almost cried. It felt so good and so much, tight fingers in his hair, neck stretched out in a way that made it almost difficult to swallow, fuller than he’d been in a long time, and he let himself moan and pant and beg for more. Koyama didn’t disappoint. He untangled his hand from Ryo’s hair to grip his shoulder, his other hand tightening on the man’s hip and he snapped his hips against Ryo’s ass at a maddening pace. Ryo felt amazing around him despite the condom, all heat and pressure and he had to resort to doing his budget in his head to keep his climax at bay.
Ryo could feel Koyama coming close, his hardness swelling impossibly larger inside him, brushing against his prostate with every thrust. “Touch me,” he begged, “touchmetouchmetouchme” and he didn’t stop until Koyama wrapped long fingers around his erection and pulled, starting a fire that spread through his whole body and he gave up trying to hold himself up, screaming into the mattress as his orgasm ripped through him.
Koyama didn’t make it through Ryo’s orgasm. He knew from the start that he wouldn’t have made it at all if he hadn’t just orgasmed twice before during the previous session. It had been so long since he’d had more than a mouth or a hand around his cock and when Ryo clenched around him he couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust gently against Ryo, riding out the aftershocks before pulling out and removing the condom, tossing it into the trashcan and collapsing beside Ryo.
They sprawled across the bed again, for the second time in an hour, trying to breathe. “You ok?” Koyama asked breathlessly without opening his eyes. He took Ryo’s grunt as assent and waited a moment before rolling out of bed and using his damp towel to clean himself up, then Ryo.
“Thanks,” Ryo muttered, cracking his eyes to see Koyama smiling shyly at him. His hand reached out of its own accord and stroked Koyama’s cheek and the man leaned into it a moment, closing his eyes, before stepping back and away. He heaved himself out of bed and they dressed and tidied in silence. “Koyama?” he said as they were getting ready to leave.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.” He didn’t say, for taking care of me, for trusting me, for being someone I can trust, but he meant it.
Judging by Koyama’s warm, wide smile, he got it.