[kink_bingo] In Bloom (YokoHina)
In Bloom
Correction status: beta'ed by my dear spurious ♥
Author(s) : yue_akuma
Pairing : Murakami Shingo/Yokoyama Yuu.
Rating : NC-17.
Wordcount : ~2600 words
Warnings : Sex pollen, masturbation, blowjobs, full sex scenes, hints of BDSM, very short refractory period (lol), AU.
Summary : Yoko receives a flower, which isn't as innocent as it looks.
Notes : Woohoo, aphrodisiacs, here I come! \o/ This is actually the first part out of 3 (4? 5?); I plan on continuing the story thanks to other Kink_Bingo squares lol. Thanks to Laura for pushing me to write it, and for the constant nagging~! ;Db
When Aiba first sends Yoko his latest creation - a beautiful yellow and pink flower with long leaves - Yoko doesn’t really pay attention to it. He puts it in a corner in his kitchen, used to the huge amount of odd things his childhood friend sends him on a regular basis, and forgets about the flower for a good week.
He’s pretty sure the science laboratory in which Aiba works wouldn’t be happy to learn that he sends Yoko a piece of almost every one of his experiments, but said experiments have never killed Yoko or hurt him. Most of the time they’re just random plants and colorful mice and cats and rabbits, so Yoko doesn’t mind. What bothers him, though, is that he can’t seem to keep any of these plants and animals alive more than a few days: he doesn’t take care of the plants, the mice were eaten by the neighbours’ cat, the rabbits disappeared, and the cat got crushed by a truck in a nearby street. So Yoko doesn’t think this one will survive either, anyway, and he doesn’t pay it any attention.
Days later, though, when he’s cooking dinner - as in microwaving leftovers - the bright and vivid colors of the flower catch his attention. It’s really pretty, and looks almost graceful, and incredibly enough it hasn’t died yet, so Yoko waters it a bit, dusting its leaves with his fingers.
It becomes a daily pattern: every evening, while preparing his dinner, he waters the flower and dusts it, sometimes even taking a picture to remember how it looks in case it happens to die one day.
Only it doesn’t die. Thanks to Yoko’s attentive care, the plant makes another flower next to the first one, and Yoko feels really happy when he wakes up one morning to find both flowers open and almost shining in his sad little kitchen. He smells them, caresses the petals for a bit, and decides to send Aiba a thank you card for this one.
The next day, when Subaru - one of his old friends - comes over, the first thing Yoko does is show him the flowers.
“See? I didn’t kill this one! It’s pretty, right?”
Subaru grins, inspects the plant and gives Yoko a thumbs up. It makes Yoko proud, even more so when Subaru takes a picture of him caressing a flower softly.
“I need to show this to Hina. And Ryo. And Maru too. They’ll never believe that you managed to keep something alive in here!”
Yoko shoves him playfully, and when Subaru chuckles, the sound goes straight to Yoko’s groin. It’s not like Yoko never liked Subaru’s voice, but suddenly there’s something utterly sexual about it, and Yoko wants nothing more than to hear him speak again and again.
Later on, they play video games, both sitting on the floor next to each other, and Yoko’s totally confused as to why Subaru’s touches are making him close to a shiver - and when Subaru laughs loudly, crinkles showing at the corner of his eyes, Yoko has to use all of his will-power not to jump him then and there.
It’s odd, to say the least, but not unpleasant, and Yoko lets his sudden libido work him up all through the afternoon; by the time Subaru’s left, Yoko’s rock hard, his hand twitching and his whole body oversensitive. He locks himself in the bathroom and jerks off under the shower, but a few hours later, once in bed, it feels like the urge still isn’t gone.
Yoko jerks himself two more times that night, and wonders since when he was so easily turned on.
The incident doesn’t bother him more than that for the next few days; he keeps on with his life, going to work, playing games, reading a lot, and taking care of his plant, which by now even has a third flower, a bit smaller than the others but with even more saturated colors. Yoko likes to think this one is the bouncy little sister.
And just as he’s once again caressing the flowers’ petals and watering them, there’s a knock at the door. Yoko jumps, hits his head on the cabinet - he had forgotten that Hina was supposed to come and that he knows the building’s door code.
He’s still rubbing his sore head when he opens the door, and Hina grins, pack of beer in hand.
“Did I interrupt something? Subaru told me you spend far too much time with your plant these days.”
Yoko grunts, goes back to the kitchen. Hina closes the door behind him and follows, letting out an appreciative whistle once in front of the flowers.
“Wow, he wasn’t kidding, you really take care of it!”
“Of course I do,” Yoko whines. “And look, look,” he adds, this time excitedly, “it made a third flower last night!”
Hina comes closer, smells the flowers, and chuckles. “I have to say, I’m impressed. I never thought Aiba would make something like that.”
“Me neither.”
Yoko smiles for himself, dusting the leaves with his bare fingers like he likes to do, and Hina chuckles a bit too close to his ear - Yoko shivers.
“Man, I’m glad to see you finally act like a human being.”
“Don’t say that,” Yoko pouts, “I just didn’t happen to like flowers before…”
He’s about to say something else when there’s a faint movement on his side, and before he knows it Hina’s softly pushing a strand of Yoko’s hair behind his ear. Yoko gapes, not expecting that, but the feeling of Hina’s fingers against his earlobe seems to spread all over his body, leaving him tingling and trying hard to bite back a moan.
Instinctively, he leans closer, until Hina’s palm is on his cheek, gentle yet so strong, and when Hina thumbs his lower lip Yoko can’t help but suck it into his mouth and lick it playfully.
When he opens his eyes, Hina’s staring at him, eyes dark and focused, and Yoko feels himself melting.
“I’m going to kiss you,” Hina says, and when he effectively does so, Yoko can’t help the moan that dies on Hina’s tongue, clutching at him so hard he’s afraid he’ll rip Hina’s shirt.
He doesn’t realize he’s being moved around until his back meets a wall, and Yoko can feel himself grow harder very quickly, even more when Hina starts grinding his hips against him. He doesn’t know why he feels so excited so quickly, but he kind of likes the desperation of it, the need to have more, now; it’s embarrassing, too, but Hina obviously wants it, so it gives Yoko’s daring mood a boost, and it doesn’t take long for him to reverse the position and begin to take the clothes off Hina’s body.
Yoko’s only satisfied once Hina’s totally naked; then he can’t help but staring at his perfectly sculpted body, his eyes finally settling on his erection of considerable size. Yoko’s never had such an urge to get on his knees and suck, but that’s what he does, because he can’t wait to feel it deep in his mouth - and his own hard-on twitches at the thought of how deep inside him it could also be.
He licks at the tip, savoring the moment, before taking as much as he can inside his mouth, sucking hard as he pulls back; Hina growls, mutters his name, and his fingers curl into Yoko’s hair, pulling just enough to sting and make him suck harder - Yoko didn’t know his hair was one of his soft spots, but now he just wants Hina to keep on gripping him like that forever.
It also appears that he can’t take Hina to the root, and it bothers him greatly; he chokes and gasps but doesn’t manage, and Hina pulls him back by the hair with a worried face.
“Don’t do it if it’s too much,” he says, voice strained, and it only makes Yoko want it more. He grabs Hina’s ass to pull him closer, silently willing him to move his hips. It takes a bit of repetition before Hina understands, but when he’s finally holding Yoko’s head still and slipping his cock in and out faster and faster, Yoko moans and reaches inside his own pants, stroking himself in rhythm with Hina’s thrusts.
It feels too good too quickly, even when he gags a bit on the head of Hina’s hard-on, and when it touches the back of his throat Yoko comes, his orgasm surprising him and making him cry out; his throat spasms then and he can feel Hina’s cock twitching before he comes too. Yoko swallows everything, feeling lightheaded and satisfied.
“Damn,” Hina mutters after catching his breath, leaning against the wall and petting Yoko’s head gently, “that was good.”
Yoko looks up, licking his lips, and Hina growls, pulling him up by the collar and kissing him deeply - Yoko feels his own dick reacting at that, wonders how he could even be hard again so quickly, but when Hina switches their positions again and slams him against the wall he doesn’t care anymore.
He’s turned on, more and faster than he’s ever been in his whole life, and suddenly the mere feeling of his clothes against his skin seems like torture to him. With Hina’s help, he sheds his t-shirt and his jeans as quickly as he can, and when Hina presses against him, bare skin against bare skin, Yoko moans so loudly he’s sure the whole building must have heard him; the contact ignites every one of his nerves. His nails scratch into Hina’s side, pulling even closer until there’s no space between them and the wall digs uncomfortably in his back.
Hina gasps into his mouth, rubbing his (hard again) cock against Yoko’s hip; Yoko growls, loving how Hina pins him to the wall, and he whimpers “fuck me” before he can even stop himself.
“Lube?” is Hina’s reply, and Yoko shivers at how low Hina’s voice’s gotten.
“Bathroom, under the sink…”
The few minutes it takes for Hina to retrieve the tube is unbearable to Yoko; he strokes himself, hard and slow, somehow loving how the arousal is making him desperate for something, anything - mostly Hina’s cock, and the thought of it has him dripping precome. He’s never felt so frantic, so needy before, and right now he would do whatever Hina asks of him.
When Hina finally comes back, Yoko’s pleading under his breath, nearly sobbing with how hard he wants to be fucked, and Hina obliges him and prepares him quickly; he tries to slow down to avoid hurting Yoko, but once the third finger’s inside Yoko starts begging and whimpering - Hina’s self-control snaps at that, and he can’t put on the condom quickly enough, his hands shaking as he watches Yoko turning around, his cheek against the wall and his ass pushed back, ready for Hina to take.
Yoko’s breath stops when Hina inches himself in, big and stretching him so wide it feels like too much. The deeper it goes, the more Yoko’s eyes are watering; there’s no pain but a bit of discomfort, and once Hina’s buried to the hilt Yoko takes a shaky breath, overwhelmed by the feeling of being so full. By now, his hard-on is red and nearly pulsing in time with his heartbeat, but he doesn’t touch it; he wants to make it last, to make the most out of it, and when Hina starts moving, hard and fast, he feels like the whole universe is centered on the lower part of his body.
“So tight,” Hina grunts, thrusting as fast as he can, and Yoko moans, not coherent anymore, pleasure taking over every sensation in him. Somewhere in the middle of it he realizes he’s whimpering and begging, but it’s only when Hina grabs his hips roughly and pounds into him so hard he nearly smashes Yoko to the wall that his voice raises - and the more he talks the more Hina gives it to him hard, so he doesn’t stop talking.
“Fuck, yeah, deeper, oh god, like that, please, fuck me harder, I want to feel you so deep I gag on it, come on…”
There’s no noise in the room aside from his own voice and the sound of skin slapping on skin mixed with the sound from the penetration, the condom slipping against his intimate part quickly, and just when Yoko starts feeling self-conscious Hina changes his angle slightly and pulls at Yoko’s hair and the world dissolves into fireworks and intense warmth; Yoko can do nothing but cry out, head thrown back as his hips bounce back against Hina’s own in a frenetic rhythm until it’s too much.
Yoko nearly screeches when he comes untouched, shuddering hard, his legs giving out under him; he stumbles down and brings Hina along with him, but even once on the floor Hina doesn’t stop, flipping Yoko on his back and starting to fuck him again. In his post-orgasmic haze, Yoko hangs on for the ride, watching how Hina’s muscles work, how he’s biting his lip and how the sweat has made an almost shiny layer on his skin - it’s gorgeous to watch and Yoko reaches out and kisses him just as Hina is coming, his body jerking and his fingers tightening their grip in Yoko’s hair, eliciting a last moan before everything comes to a stop.
It takes a few minutes then for them to stop panting heavily. Yoko stretches lazily once Hina pulls out, collapsing next to him on the floor; he feels happily fucked, in every way, and when Hina cuddles closer to him it feels even better somehow.
“Maybe we should move to your bed,” Hina sighs into his neck. Yoko shivers, a bit afraid that he’s going to get hard again, but his body doesn’t react, so he relaxes and smiles.
“Yeah, we should. Carry me?”
Hina laughs as he stands up - with some difficulties - and holds out a hand for Yoko; he takes it and feels his head spinning once he’s up, but Hina catches him.
“Okay I’ll get rid of the condom and then we’ll take a nap.”
Yoko nods, waiting against the bathroom door while Hina puts the condom in the bin and cleans himself quickly; then they both make a beeline for the bed, kissing all along, and it doesn’t take long before they’re asleep, too tired to even put the sheets over themselves.
Somewhere in the living-room, Yoko’s cellphone vibrates before stopping. Aiba, a bit annoyed, leaves a voicemail.
“Hey Kimi-kun, it’s me! I just-you need to bring the flower back, you know, the one I sent you, pink and yellow… I’m, er… I’m afraid it’s not as innocent as it looks. The pheromones are terrible, like… Well, like a very strong aphrodisiac. You really need to bring it back here before you end up jumping random people. Okay? Okay. Call me back!”
.END.
Oookay, now off to bed, it's laaate! x__X *dead*