Hot
Title: Hot
Pairing: Koyama/Shige
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,167
Summary: Shige gives Koyama a sexy b-day present.
Author’s Note: TOTAL PWP. Warnings: handcuffs and candlewax. Written FOREVER AGO for the anon smut meme here. Request: KoyaShige Kink: Handcuffs and candlewax. (...I am accumulating a lot of KoyaShige fic. *shakes fist at them*)
They lay on the bed, pliant limbs still warm and dewy from a sensual bath, writhing against each other slowly in the glow of twenty-seven candles - midnight May 1st. Shige straddled Koyama and mouthed along his lover’s collarbone as he drew the other’s arms up above his head and fastened them, with the snick of metal on metal, to the headboard.
“You’re so easy,” he said, smirking at Koyama’s wanton moan. “We haven’t even started yet.” But he understood. It was one of the few nights of the year they really let go and all day Koyama had been wound up tighter than a kid in a candy factory. Koyama liked his sex hard, rough, and with lots of marking that they simply couldn’t afford often. And honestly, Shige didn’t think he could take it too often, either. But everyone had learned that May 1st and 2nd weren’t safe for semi or half-naked photo shoots and May 3rd might be a stretch too. And he’d planned something new tonight he hoped Koyama would appreciate.
He stood and watched Koyama watch him for a moment, before moving his eyes lower, unable to tear his eyes away from the shimmering glow of Koyama’s caramel skin in the candlelight, dancing shadows tracing taut muscles. But finally he reached over to one of the wide tapers beside the bed and brought it with him as he carefully kneeled beside Koyama on the bed. The man’s eyes were wide and uncertain and Shige watched him swallow hard. The silence was tense and so profound Shige could hear the flicker of the flame in front of him. He pressed the back of his free hand against Koyama’s cheek, hard enough to cover his slight nervous tremors, and smoothed it down across his chest, turning his palm down as he went, to cup the man’s erection. Slowly, he brought the candle to hover over Koyama’s chest, the light reflecting large in Koyama’s wide eyes, before tilting it lightly and they both watched, mouths open, as the first viscous drop slid off and spattered against Koyama’s chest, an inch from his nipple. Shige flicked his eyes to Koyama’s face at that instant and watched the man squeeze his eyes shut and throw his head back, hissing against the sudden flare of pain and jerking his hands against the cuffs. But the way “Shige” was dragged out of his throat, harsh and ragged and long on the vowels, was all the confirmation he needed.
He trailed droplets of hot wax down Koyama’s chest slowly, interspersing them with kisses - long and liquid, short and hard, or full of teeth, against his swollen lips. When he sat back and dragged his fingers down to rest on Koyama’s thigh, he could feel him trembling and knew the pain in the pleasure was bringing him to the breaking point. Koyama’s breathing was fast, just short of hyperventilation, his teeth clenched and his breath coming in short gasps between them. Shige moved to set the candle safely away from the bed before coming back with a small tube and kneeling between Koyama’s knees. He was tender, warming the lube between his fingers before gently gripping Koyama’s hip with one hand and working a finger slowly in. Koyama writhed against his restraints and breathed Shige’s name and Shige carefully dragged his hand from Koyama’s hip to his ribcage to scratch lightly at the wax there, peeling it away to reveal the reddened flesh beneath it. He inserted a second finger and let Koyama adjust for just a moment before, while carefully watching his face, he scratched hard across the red flesh and Koyama’s hips jerked off the bed, a muffled yell ripping from his lips and the headboard creaking from the way he struggled against the handcuffs.
“Keii…” A fleeting moment of guilt moved through him, as it always did on these nights, before he buried it with a third finger in Koyama and he focused on the half-pain/all-pleasure expression on Koyama’s face. The combination of the way Koyama was clenching around his fingers and the breathy pants interjected with curse and praise was trying his patience and he pulled his fingers out to roll a condom on. He positioned himself, one arm hooked under one of Koyama’s knees and the other hand tightened on his hipbone, before looking at Koyama’s flushed face. “Do you want the candle again?”
Koyama shook his head and half-giggled. “You’d probably light the bed on fire. I’m fine like this…please,” and he undulated against the sheets, just brushing the tip of Shige’s erection with his ass and pulling a groan from Shige.
Shige squeezed Koyama’s hip hard before grinning fondly at him. “I love it when you beg.” And Koyama started to frown at him but then Shige was gripping his leg and hip and pushing in roughly with a snap of his hips, ripping a wail straight from Koyama’s soul. He kept the pace hard and fast, eyes focused on Koyama’s until the other man closed his against the painful pleasure. He felt the sweat beading on his own forehead and watched in fascination as the candlelight caught the sheen on Koyama’s body and refracted it until it looked like he was glowing. Shige moved his hand from Koyama’s hip and scratched down his chest, the wax flaking away under his fingers and drawing half-said dirty words from Koyama’s mouth. Koyama’s body writhing under his was driving him mad and he finally reached for Koyama’s erection, fisting it. His somewhat still-slick fingers eased the friction a little but wax shavings caught against the skin and then Koyama was keening wildly, his movements turning erratic.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” Shige chanted and pounded harder against Koyama until his orgasm erupted, almost catching him by surprise with its intensity and his back arched hard enough to hurt. And just at the end, Koyama’s hit him and Shige gasped for breath against the feeling of Koyama clenching hard around his too-sensitive cock. “Shit,” he ground out, and slumped messily over Koyama, both of them breathing too hard.
Once he could actually breathe, Shige sat back up and pulled out carefully, drew the condom off, and threw it out. He reached for a covered tray beside the bed and brought up a warm cloth and wiped himself off before turning to Koyama and gently cleaning him up, undoing the handcuffs first. He cleaned off his release and then gently rubbed away the dry wax, watching Koyama wince through some of it. Koyama was too worn out to do anything but watch Shige with eyes tired but full of affection. Tossing the cloth to the side, Shige got up to blow out the candles before laying back down next to Koyama, running fingertips down his side.
Koyama whispered, thick and worn, “That was hot.”
They giggled.
“Happy birthday, Koyama,” he said with a smile. All he got was a fuzzy mmmm and Koyama curling against him as they drifted off to sleep.
Pairing: Koyama/Shige
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,167
Summary: Shige gives Koyama a sexy b-day present.
Author’s Note: TOTAL PWP. Warnings: handcuffs and candlewax. Written FOREVER AGO for the anon smut meme here. Request: KoyaShige Kink: Handcuffs and candlewax. (...I am accumulating a lot of KoyaShige fic. *shakes fist at them*)
They lay on the bed, pliant limbs still warm and dewy from a sensual bath, writhing against each other slowly in the glow of twenty-seven candles - midnight May 1st. Shige straddled Koyama and mouthed along his lover’s collarbone as he drew the other’s arms up above his head and fastened them, with the snick of metal on metal, to the headboard.
“You’re so easy,” he said, smirking at Koyama’s wanton moan. “We haven’t even started yet.” But he understood. It was one of the few nights of the year they really let go and all day Koyama had been wound up tighter than a kid in a candy factory. Koyama liked his sex hard, rough, and with lots of marking that they simply couldn’t afford often. And honestly, Shige didn’t think he could take it too often, either. But everyone had learned that May 1st and 2nd weren’t safe for semi or half-naked photo shoots and May 3rd might be a stretch too. And he’d planned something new tonight he hoped Koyama would appreciate.
He stood and watched Koyama watch him for a moment, before moving his eyes lower, unable to tear his eyes away from the shimmering glow of Koyama’s caramel skin in the candlelight, dancing shadows tracing taut muscles. But finally he reached over to one of the wide tapers beside the bed and brought it with him as he carefully kneeled beside Koyama on the bed. The man’s eyes were wide and uncertain and Shige watched him swallow hard. The silence was tense and so profound Shige could hear the flicker of the flame in front of him. He pressed the back of his free hand against Koyama’s cheek, hard enough to cover his slight nervous tremors, and smoothed it down across his chest, turning his palm down as he went, to cup the man’s erection. Slowly, he brought the candle to hover over Koyama’s chest, the light reflecting large in Koyama’s wide eyes, before tilting it lightly and they both watched, mouths open, as the first viscous drop slid off and spattered against Koyama’s chest, an inch from his nipple. Shige flicked his eyes to Koyama’s face at that instant and watched the man squeeze his eyes shut and throw his head back, hissing against the sudden flare of pain and jerking his hands against the cuffs. But the way “Shige” was dragged out of his throat, harsh and ragged and long on the vowels, was all the confirmation he needed.
He trailed droplets of hot wax down Koyama’s chest slowly, interspersing them with kisses - long and liquid, short and hard, or full of teeth, against his swollen lips. When he sat back and dragged his fingers down to rest on Koyama’s thigh, he could feel him trembling and knew the pain in the pleasure was bringing him to the breaking point. Koyama’s breathing was fast, just short of hyperventilation, his teeth clenched and his breath coming in short gasps between them. Shige moved to set the candle safely away from the bed before coming back with a small tube and kneeling between Koyama’s knees. He was tender, warming the lube between his fingers before gently gripping Koyama’s hip with one hand and working a finger slowly in. Koyama writhed against his restraints and breathed Shige’s name and Shige carefully dragged his hand from Koyama’s hip to his ribcage to scratch lightly at the wax there, peeling it away to reveal the reddened flesh beneath it. He inserted a second finger and let Koyama adjust for just a moment before, while carefully watching his face, he scratched hard across the red flesh and Koyama’s hips jerked off the bed, a muffled yell ripping from his lips and the headboard creaking from the way he struggled against the handcuffs.
“Keii…” A fleeting moment of guilt moved through him, as it always did on these nights, before he buried it with a third finger in Koyama and he focused on the half-pain/all-pleasure expression on Koyama’s face. The combination of the way Koyama was clenching around his fingers and the breathy pants interjected with curse and praise was trying his patience and he pulled his fingers out to roll a condom on. He positioned himself, one arm hooked under one of Koyama’s knees and the other hand tightened on his hipbone, before looking at Koyama’s flushed face. “Do you want the candle again?”
Koyama shook his head and half-giggled. “You’d probably light the bed on fire. I’m fine like this…please,” and he undulated against the sheets, just brushing the tip of Shige’s erection with his ass and pulling a groan from Shige.
Shige squeezed Koyama’s hip hard before grinning fondly at him. “I love it when you beg.” And Koyama started to frown at him but then Shige was gripping his leg and hip and pushing in roughly with a snap of his hips, ripping a wail straight from Koyama’s soul. He kept the pace hard and fast, eyes focused on Koyama’s until the other man closed his against the painful pleasure. He felt the sweat beading on his own forehead and watched in fascination as the candlelight caught the sheen on Koyama’s body and refracted it until it looked like he was glowing. Shige moved his hand from Koyama’s hip and scratched down his chest, the wax flaking away under his fingers and drawing half-said dirty words from Koyama’s mouth. Koyama’s body writhing under his was driving him mad and he finally reached for Koyama’s erection, fisting it. His somewhat still-slick fingers eased the friction a little but wax shavings caught against the skin and then Koyama was keening wildly, his movements turning erratic.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” Shige chanted and pounded harder against Koyama until his orgasm erupted, almost catching him by surprise with its intensity and his back arched hard enough to hurt. And just at the end, Koyama’s hit him and Shige gasped for breath against the feeling of Koyama clenching hard around his too-sensitive cock. “Shit,” he ground out, and slumped messily over Koyama, both of them breathing too hard.
Once he could actually breathe, Shige sat back up and pulled out carefully, drew the condom off, and threw it out. He reached for a covered tray beside the bed and brought up a warm cloth and wiped himself off before turning to Koyama and gently cleaning him up, undoing the handcuffs first. He cleaned off his release and then gently rubbed away the dry wax, watching Koyama wince through some of it. Koyama was too worn out to do anything but watch Shige with eyes tired but full of affection. Tossing the cloth to the side, Shige got up to blow out the candles before laying back down next to Koyama, running fingertips down his side.
Koyama whispered, thick and worn, “That was hot.”
They giggled.
“Happy birthday, Koyama,” he said with a smile. All he got was a fuzzy mmmm and Koyama curling against him as they drifted off to sleep.