Clothes, part deux
Title: Clothes, part deux
Pairing: Massu/Yamapi
Rating: NC-17, Hard R? I dunno. Err on the side of caution, I say.
Words: 1056
Summary: Remix or continuation of trivialaffair 's MassuPi drabble " Clothes." Featuring scandalouslydrunk!MassuPi. Sorry Triv, but it had to be done! Total PWP. Originally posted here.
Massu’s head is feeling pleasantly light and he’s just this side of dizzy. He slowly cranes his head around to look at Yamapi who is making his way back, slowly but surely and a bit hazily with a beer in each hand, to the couch Massu is sitting not on but in front of.
Yamapi stops and looks at Massu in drowsy confusion. “Why are you on the floor?”
Massu looks down and around himself then back up at Pi and beams at him cheerfully. “Dunno.”
Yamapi giggles and places the beers on the coffee table. His giggles turn to a high pitched squeal as he gracelessly falls to his knees, victim to Massu’s great tug of doom on his pant leg. He rearranges himself so that he’s sitting, legs in front along the floor and arms supporting his suddenly heavy weight as he leans back.
“Hey,” Massu says. “Hey,” he’s insistent, still tugging on Yamapi’s pant leg. Yamapi sits up, cracks open his beer and peers at Massu over the rim of the can. “Hey,” Massu continues. “I’m drunk.”
Yamapi snorts beer up his nose and coughs violently. Massu has crawled up over Yamapi’s legs now and sways in front of him on hands and knees. “I’m drunk now.” Massu lists a bit to the side before Yamapi gently pushes him back to equilibrium.
Massu’s lips look soft, Yamapi thinks. And they’re right in front of him slick with oil from the gyoza they just finished off. Those were good gyoza. He leans forward a bit and catches Massu’s plump lower lip between his own and sucks on it. “Mmmmm.”
Meanwhile, Massu stares cross-eyed down his nose before he realizes what’s happening and throws himself forward onto Yamapi, disconnecting their lips and toppling them both to the floor. Yamapi has his eyes closed and a dreamy smile on his face. He brings his, miraculously not spilled yet, beer to his mouth and promptly spills it all over his face and upper chest.
Yamapi sits up fast, sputtering and indignant at the cold beverage that assaulted him. Massu laughs high and loud. “Hey, your shirt,” he stops to allow a fit of laughter to pass. “Your shirt, Pi.” And he struggles to help Yamapi out of his shirt, both forgetting about the beer can still in his hand until Yamapi spills a bit more in the effort. Yamapi swears and Massu giggles and they both end up with shirts off, Massu mopping up the liquid on Yamapi’s chest with intense concentration.
Yamapi watches Massu’s eyes open and close in slow motion, attention on Yamapi’s chest, hands lingering longer than necessary on his pecs. Yamapi lets his head fall back for a moment only to snap it back up with a moan. Massu is peering up at him with dark, unfocused eyes. His tongue flattens once again against Yamapi’s nipple and his world is spinning.
There’s quick fumbling, muted curses and then they’re both naked on the living room floor, writhing. Massu licks along Yamapi’s collarbone, his nose ghosts up Yamapi’s neck to breathe, hot and heavy, into his ear groaning with appreciation at Yamapi’s hand on his cock. Then Massu’s hands are moving Yamapi’s out of the way and he slides down Yamapi’s chest to settle between his legs. He takes Yamapi into his mouth, slurping at him shamelessly. Yamapi leans back on his arms and makes shallow thrusts up into Massu’s mouth. He takes forever when he’s drunk and even Massu, with his amazing jaw stamina, ends up finishing him off by hand. Pi shudders to completion and Massu cleans him carefully before turning him onto his stomach, the rough fibers of the carpet scratching against sensitive skin.
He feels Massu get up and walk past him, staggering a bit. After a moment he begins to squirm and starts to turn himself over but Massu is back and pushing him down. He feels something cool drizzle onto his back and then Massu is smoothing it down, massaging tired muscles for a moment. Then he’s being straddled and he feels something hot and heavy drag down his spine from neck to mid-back. He smiles lazily against the carpet and Massu reaches out and pulls Yamapi’s arms out to the sides and up. Yamapi instinctively engages the muscles of his upper back and Massu takes the opportunity to slide his length along Yamapi’s spine in the crevice between his well-muscled lats. Yamapi would laugh if he weren’t turned on thinking about Massu slipping back and forth above him. He can hear Massu breathing heavily and he wonders if Massu could finish like this but his arms start cramping and he squirms. Massu drops Yamapi’s arms clumsily and after precarious rearrangement of limbs pulls at his hips bringing Yamapi onto his hands and knees in front of him. He slaps his ass lightly. Yamapi peeks behind and Massu grins indolently at him.
He oils up his fingers and slips one in past Yamapi’s entrance and works it back and forth before adding a second and third finger. When Yamapi bucks against him he removes his fingers and rolls on a condom he procured from god only knows where. He oils up again and places his cock against Yamapi and pushes slowly in. The world is spinning again and Yamapi drops his head to cradle in his arms on the floor and Massu leans heavily on Yamapi’s back. They develop a slow, lazy rhythm punctuated with awkward thrusts and it isn’t long before Massu feels the coil in his belly tightening. He spreads his knees and angles up to hit Yamapi’s prostate and is rewarded by a loud, deep, “Fuuuuuck.” He speeds up and reaches around to fist Yamapi’s erection. Yamapi’s second orgasm has him clenching around Massu almost painfully and he lets go with a cry, hands slipping along Yamapi’s hips.
He slowly pulls out and removes the condom, flipping it into the trash before he falls, boneless, on the floor next to Yamapi. Minutes later, Yamapi sits up and looks around him. “This is going to be a bitch to clean up, you know that right?”
Massu’s grin is cheeky and he drawls, “Hey . . . hey. I’m drunk,” before giggling and shutting his eyes. Yamapi can’t help but smile and curl up next to him.
Pairing: Massu/Yamapi
Rating: NC-17, Hard R? I dunno. Err on the side of caution, I say.
Words: 1056
Summary: Remix or continuation of trivialaffair 's MassuPi drabble " Clothes." Featuring scandalouslydrunk!MassuPi. Sorry Triv, but it had to be done! Total PWP. Originally posted here.
Massu’s head is feeling pleasantly light and he’s just this side of dizzy. He slowly cranes his head around to look at Yamapi who is making his way back, slowly but surely and a bit hazily with a beer in each hand, to the couch Massu is sitting not on but in front of.
Yamapi stops and looks at Massu in drowsy confusion. “Why are you on the floor?”
Massu looks down and around himself then back up at Pi and beams at him cheerfully. “Dunno.”
Yamapi giggles and places the beers on the coffee table. His giggles turn to a high pitched squeal as he gracelessly falls to his knees, victim to Massu’s great tug of doom on his pant leg. He rearranges himself so that he’s sitting, legs in front along the floor and arms supporting his suddenly heavy weight as he leans back.
“Hey,” Massu says. “Hey,” he’s insistent, still tugging on Yamapi’s pant leg. Yamapi sits up, cracks open his beer and peers at Massu over the rim of the can. “Hey,” Massu continues. “I’m drunk.”
Yamapi snorts beer up his nose and coughs violently. Massu has crawled up over Yamapi’s legs now and sways in front of him on hands and knees. “I’m drunk now.” Massu lists a bit to the side before Yamapi gently pushes him back to equilibrium.
Massu’s lips look soft, Yamapi thinks. And they’re right in front of him slick with oil from the gyoza they just finished off. Those were good gyoza. He leans forward a bit and catches Massu’s plump lower lip between his own and sucks on it. “Mmmmm.”
Meanwhile, Massu stares cross-eyed down his nose before he realizes what’s happening and throws himself forward onto Yamapi, disconnecting their lips and toppling them both to the floor. Yamapi has his eyes closed and a dreamy smile on his face. He brings his, miraculously not spilled yet, beer to his mouth and promptly spills it all over his face and upper chest.
Yamapi sits up fast, sputtering and indignant at the cold beverage that assaulted him. Massu laughs high and loud. “Hey, your shirt,” he stops to allow a fit of laughter to pass. “Your shirt, Pi.” And he struggles to help Yamapi out of his shirt, both forgetting about the beer can still in his hand until Yamapi spills a bit more in the effort. Yamapi swears and Massu giggles and they both end up with shirts off, Massu mopping up the liquid on Yamapi’s chest with intense concentration.
Yamapi watches Massu’s eyes open and close in slow motion, attention on Yamapi’s chest, hands lingering longer than necessary on his pecs. Yamapi lets his head fall back for a moment only to snap it back up with a moan. Massu is peering up at him with dark, unfocused eyes. His tongue flattens once again against Yamapi’s nipple and his world is spinning.
There’s quick fumbling, muted curses and then they’re both naked on the living room floor, writhing. Massu licks along Yamapi’s collarbone, his nose ghosts up Yamapi’s neck to breathe, hot and heavy, into his ear groaning with appreciation at Yamapi’s hand on his cock. Then Massu’s hands are moving Yamapi’s out of the way and he slides down Yamapi’s chest to settle between his legs. He takes Yamapi into his mouth, slurping at him shamelessly. Yamapi leans back on his arms and makes shallow thrusts up into Massu’s mouth. He takes forever when he’s drunk and even Massu, with his amazing jaw stamina, ends up finishing him off by hand. Pi shudders to completion and Massu cleans him carefully before turning him onto his stomach, the rough fibers of the carpet scratching against sensitive skin.
He feels Massu get up and walk past him, staggering a bit. After a moment he begins to squirm and starts to turn himself over but Massu is back and pushing him down. He feels something cool drizzle onto his back and then Massu is smoothing it down, massaging tired muscles for a moment. Then he’s being straddled and he feels something hot and heavy drag down his spine from neck to mid-back. He smiles lazily against the carpet and Massu reaches out and pulls Yamapi’s arms out to the sides and up. Yamapi instinctively engages the muscles of his upper back and Massu takes the opportunity to slide his length along Yamapi’s spine in the crevice between his well-muscled lats. Yamapi would laugh if he weren’t turned on thinking about Massu slipping back and forth above him. He can hear Massu breathing heavily and he wonders if Massu could finish like this but his arms start cramping and he squirms. Massu drops Yamapi’s arms clumsily and after precarious rearrangement of limbs pulls at his hips bringing Yamapi onto his hands and knees in front of him. He slaps his ass lightly. Yamapi peeks behind and Massu grins indolently at him.
He oils up his fingers and slips one in past Yamapi’s entrance and works it back and forth before adding a second and third finger. When Yamapi bucks against him he removes his fingers and rolls on a condom he procured from god only knows where. He oils up again and places his cock against Yamapi and pushes slowly in. The world is spinning again and Yamapi drops his head to cradle in his arms on the floor and Massu leans heavily on Yamapi’s back. They develop a slow, lazy rhythm punctuated with awkward thrusts and it isn’t long before Massu feels the coil in his belly tightening. He spreads his knees and angles up to hit Yamapi’s prostate and is rewarded by a loud, deep, “Fuuuuuck.” He speeds up and reaches around to fist Yamapi’s erection. Yamapi’s second orgasm has him clenching around Massu almost painfully and he lets go with a cry, hands slipping along Yamapi’s hips.
He slowly pulls out and removes the condom, flipping it into the trash before he falls, boneless, on the floor next to Yamapi. Minutes later, Yamapi sits up and looks around him. “This is going to be a bitch to clean up, you know that right?”
Massu’s grin is cheeky and he drawls, “Hey . . . hey. I’m drunk,” before giggling and shutting his eyes. Yamapi can’t help but smile and curl up next to him.