Gift fic for zheinpathos
To: zheinpathos
From: speckled_writer
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: Jingle Bells
Pairing/Group: Koyama/Masuda; News
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Role Play, Oral Sex and mild Facial
Notes: Much thanks to my Beta. Zhein, I really hope you like this. Merry Christmas :D
Summary: Masuda reflects on his relationship with Koyama and what it is to be 'normal'.
Masuda sat against the bed head and listened to the water draining from the bathtub as Koyama hummed through the bathroom door. The slight tinkling of a bell could be heard with each of his movements and Masuda fidgeted under the sheets.
They’d been in this relationship three years now. There was nothing new about it but as time had worn on they had grown into adults, different from who they were at the beginning. Massu still loved Koyama as much as he had at the start. Probably more now. Definitely more.
Almost a year ago Massu had offered Koyama the chance to live out a fantasy for his birthday. He’d asked Koyama what he wanted. What was that one thing that he had always wanted to try? He’d gotten his answer when Koyama had turned up at the foot of the bed wearing nothing but Nyanta’s collar and a pair of clip on cat ears.
It had turned into a fun occasional thing. Koyama got to be pampered by a loving ‘master’ and Masuda got to experience things he’d read about in the kind of manga that he used to hide from his mother. So when Christmas had come around Massu bought an extra gift besides the designer jacket that Koyama had wanted so badly, he really hadn’t expected that Koyama would treat the purple pet collar and bell like the main gift.
As winter faded away and spring started to bloom Massu came home more and more often to find Koyama wearing the collar as he went about his life. Nothing seemed to make him happier than cooking them dinner and dancing about the kitchen to the sound of his tinkering bell.
He’d even confided to Shige about it which had resulted in Shige giving Massu disapproving looks behind Koyama’s back and warning him not to push it too far. Massu hadn’t really thought about it until then but suddenly he was aware that what they were doing wasn’t ‘normal’. Especially now that their private moments included the collar more often than not.
The bathroom door opened and Massu looked over to see Koyama in his favourite pyjama pants and his collar, hair damp enough to darken it but not enough to drip. Koyama smiled happily at his boyfriend and slipped under the covers, snuggling his face into the pillow and looking up at Massu who was still sitting against the headboard. It had been a full three weeks now since Massu had seen his boyfriend in private without the collar on.
Massu reached over and switched off the bedside light leaving nothing but the moonlight to see by but he didn’t lie down.
“Massu?”
“Do you ever think about taking it off?”
“My clothes?” Koyama asked with a playful tone.
“The collar.”
There was a quiet moment after that and Koyama moved closer, pressing his forehead against Massu’s hip.
“I can if you want me too.”
Koyama sounded sad and slightly ashamed and Massu back peddled desperately. The last thing he would ever want to do was make Koyama feel bad.
“No. No, I want you to do what makes you happy. I love my kitten. I was just wondering, that’s all.”
“Is this about that thing?” Koyama asked curiously, his fingers moving up to slide across Massu’s lap and tickle at his far hip.
“What thing?”
“The equal chance thing?”
Koyama’s fingers found the waistband to Massu’s boxers and took hold. Massu shivered. He’d always thought it was unfair to ask something of the one you love if you’re not willing to return the favour so since the beginning he had insisted that no matter how much he loved to top or Koyama loved to bottom, occasionally it was only fair that they swapped positions.
Truth be told Massu had always preferred to be the one in control but he had insisted on bottoming every now and then on principle. Over time he’d come to look forward to it but there was no way he was putting on the collar.
“Kitten, I love you, but I don’t want to wear your collar.”
“I wasn’t offering it. You know the kind of reputation tom cats have right?” Massu sat bewildered as Koyama slinked his way up into his lap, “They’re insatiable. They take everything they can get.”
Massu sat shocked as Koyama pushed his boxers down and pawed at him. He kicked his boxers the rest of the way off despite not really knowing what the hell was about to happen. Was Koyama suggesting that he could top while staying in cat persona?
Koyama opened Massu’s bedside draw and drew out the lube before pushing Massu’s shoulders and moving him off to the side and onto his knees. Masuda ended up kneeling in the middle of the bed and leaning forward to look over the edge, Koyama’s pillow under his right elbow. He looked back over his shoulder but couldn’t see a thing.
Something soft rubbed against the back of his thigh and Massu realised it was his boyfriend’s cheek. Koyama rubbed against him like a cat scenting its territory. He pressed his mouth against Massu’s most sensitive skin and purred strong enough to vibrate as he prepared Massu.
“Kitten~” Massu breathed as he melted into the feel of it. This wasn’t something he’d ever expected but he couldn’t say it bothered him.
“Tell me.” Koyama requested as he knelt closer and pressed himself against Massu’s back. The sound of a condom wrapper being opened thrilled Massu’s ears and he pressed back against Koyama.
“Do it. Take me.” Massu demanded and Koyama leant over him, teeth locking down on the back of his neck as he pressed in. Massu’s shoulders relaxed as Koyama started moving. He may be in the submissive position but Koyama was still doing exactly what he was told. Koyama had the power but Massu had the control.
With each movement Koyama’s bell jolted, ringing rhythmically, putting emphasis on each and every moment. Koyama mewled and straightened out his back, changing the angle so he could scratch down the lines of Massu’s back.
Massu pressed back with every thrust, gripping the edge of the mattress and memorising the way Koyama’s thigh muscles pressed into the softer skin at the back of his own thighs; enjoying the friction of Koyama’s leg hair as he moved against a part of Massu that was so rarely stimulated. The bell rang sharper and sharper against Koyama’s neck but his movements slowed as he tried to keep control.
“Come for me Kitten,” Massu requested, looking back over his shoulder, “Come for me now and I’ll give you a reward.”
Koyama let out an excited little sound and gave himself over, thrusting erratically and making desperate little sounds in the back of his throat as his bell went crazy and he lost control.
Massu waited patiently as Koyama’s sweaty body pinned him to the bed. A few interminable minutes later Koyama pushed himself up and pulled away from Massu, removing the condom and tying it off as Massu rolled over and pushed himself back up to lean against the headboard and watch him.
Koyama disposed of the condom then came back to sit on the edge of the bed. He eyed Massu’s erection and looked away sadly. Massu always took longer than Koyama but never more so than when Koyama topped. Massu still insisted on it happening from time to time though.
“Thank you, Kitten.” Massu whispered, reaching out to run his fingers along Koyama’s biceps in a need for contact.
Koyama looked up at him through his lashes and nodded, his bell tinkling sadly.
“Do you want your reward now?”
“Did I really earn one?”
“Of course you did. Because you came when I told you to, I saved you some cream for your reward.” Massu explained and held his hand out.
Koyama’s eyes snapped to him. He’d hinted at that term a few times before but Massu had never felt comfortable enough to use it until this moment. He watched as his kitten’s eyes darkened and fixated on his groin.
Koyama reached out blindly and Massu grabbed onto his hand, guiding him down to his lap. Massu was already close from the feel of Koyama still burning within him and having Koyama look at him like that was pushing him to the brink.
Koyama licked him with a kittenish look in his eye. The upper half of his face was lit by the moonlight but his mouth was in shadow. Massu only had the sound of the bell to tell him when to expect movement. The anticipation burned through Massu’s veins. Koyama didn’t even get him half way down before he got his cream. Massu couldn’t stop himself as he painted Koyama's mouth, pulling out just a little too early in his embarrassment and sullying Koyama’s cheek and nose.
Massu wanted to apologise but the happy sound from Koyama stopped him. Koyama licked his lips before methodically wiping his face with the back of his hand and licking his hand clean before lifting his hand again wipe more from his face.
As they snuggled up to sleep that night Massu thought about things. He hadn’t expected the role playing to become such a large part of their relationship and when it had started to outweigh the ‘normal’ sex, he’d started to think there was something wrong with them.
Tonight had been the first time that he’d given in to it fully since the very first time and Massu couldn’t bring himself to dislike it. It made Koyama happy and that was all that really mattered to Masuda. Well that and making sure that all the cups in the cupboard were lined up properly but that was an issue for another day.
Massu scratched gently behind Koyama’s ear and watched the smile spread across his face as he slept. Maybe Shige thought what they had was unnatural. Maybe everyone would if they knew but Massu was coming to understand that he didn’t care what they thought. He loved Koyama and he loved making him happy.
If that meant a little bell and the occasional moment of being pounced upon then he was fine with that. Other people’s opinions were pointless.
When May first came along, Masuda waited until they were alone and, after having the birthday cake, he gave Koyama his present. Koyama looked completely confused when he was handed a tiny little gift barely the size of a matchbox.
Koyama opened the box to find a high quality silver name tag with a small amethyst embedded above the engraved ‘Keii-chan’. Koyama’s eyes filled with unshed tears as he looked over at Massu.
“Oh, Massu, it’s gorgeous.”
“My number’s on the back, that way I’ll never lose you.” Massu explained as he picked up the tag and attached it to his boyfriend’s collar, smiling at the way it sounded against the bell. Massu flicked it with his finger just because he could and Koyama giggled, curling himself into Massu’s lap and rubbing his cheek along his shoulder, nipping at his collarbone affectionately.
Massu stroked his kitten’s hair and settled in for a prolonged snuggle, scooping some icing off the cake in front of them and holding his finger out for Koyama to lick clean.
From: speckled_writer
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: Jingle Bells
Pairing/Group: Koyama/Masuda; News
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Role Play, Oral Sex and mild Facial
Notes: Much thanks to my Beta. Zhein, I really hope you like this. Merry Christmas :D
Summary: Masuda reflects on his relationship with Koyama and what it is to be 'normal'.
Masuda sat against the bed head and listened to the water draining from the bathtub as Koyama hummed through the bathroom door. The slight tinkling of a bell could be heard with each of his movements and Masuda fidgeted under the sheets.
They’d been in this relationship three years now. There was nothing new about it but as time had worn on they had grown into adults, different from who they were at the beginning. Massu still loved Koyama as much as he had at the start. Probably more now. Definitely more.
Almost a year ago Massu had offered Koyama the chance to live out a fantasy for his birthday. He’d asked Koyama what he wanted. What was that one thing that he had always wanted to try? He’d gotten his answer when Koyama had turned up at the foot of the bed wearing nothing but Nyanta’s collar and a pair of clip on cat ears.
It had turned into a fun occasional thing. Koyama got to be pampered by a loving ‘master’ and Masuda got to experience things he’d read about in the kind of manga that he used to hide from his mother. So when Christmas had come around Massu bought an extra gift besides the designer jacket that Koyama had wanted so badly, he really hadn’t expected that Koyama would treat the purple pet collar and bell like the main gift.
As winter faded away and spring started to bloom Massu came home more and more often to find Koyama wearing the collar as he went about his life. Nothing seemed to make him happier than cooking them dinner and dancing about the kitchen to the sound of his tinkering bell.
He’d even confided to Shige about it which had resulted in Shige giving Massu disapproving looks behind Koyama’s back and warning him not to push it too far. Massu hadn’t really thought about it until then but suddenly he was aware that what they were doing wasn’t ‘normal’. Especially now that their private moments included the collar more often than not.
The bathroom door opened and Massu looked over to see Koyama in his favourite pyjama pants and his collar, hair damp enough to darken it but not enough to drip. Koyama smiled happily at his boyfriend and slipped under the covers, snuggling his face into the pillow and looking up at Massu who was still sitting against the headboard. It had been a full three weeks now since Massu had seen his boyfriend in private without the collar on.
Massu reached over and switched off the bedside light leaving nothing but the moonlight to see by but he didn’t lie down.
“Massu?”
“Do you ever think about taking it off?”
“My clothes?” Koyama asked with a playful tone.
“The collar.”
There was a quiet moment after that and Koyama moved closer, pressing his forehead against Massu’s hip.
“I can if you want me too.”
Koyama sounded sad and slightly ashamed and Massu back peddled desperately. The last thing he would ever want to do was make Koyama feel bad.
“No. No, I want you to do what makes you happy. I love my kitten. I was just wondering, that’s all.”
“Is this about that thing?” Koyama asked curiously, his fingers moving up to slide across Massu’s lap and tickle at his far hip.
“What thing?”
“The equal chance thing?”
Koyama’s fingers found the waistband to Massu’s boxers and took hold. Massu shivered. He’d always thought it was unfair to ask something of the one you love if you’re not willing to return the favour so since the beginning he had insisted that no matter how much he loved to top or Koyama loved to bottom, occasionally it was only fair that they swapped positions.
Truth be told Massu had always preferred to be the one in control but he had insisted on bottoming every now and then on principle. Over time he’d come to look forward to it but there was no way he was putting on the collar.
“Kitten, I love you, but I don’t want to wear your collar.”
“I wasn’t offering it. You know the kind of reputation tom cats have right?” Massu sat bewildered as Koyama slinked his way up into his lap, “They’re insatiable. They take everything they can get.”
Massu sat shocked as Koyama pushed his boxers down and pawed at him. He kicked his boxers the rest of the way off despite not really knowing what the hell was about to happen. Was Koyama suggesting that he could top while staying in cat persona?
Koyama opened Massu’s bedside draw and drew out the lube before pushing Massu’s shoulders and moving him off to the side and onto his knees. Masuda ended up kneeling in the middle of the bed and leaning forward to look over the edge, Koyama’s pillow under his right elbow. He looked back over his shoulder but couldn’t see a thing.
Something soft rubbed against the back of his thigh and Massu realised it was his boyfriend’s cheek. Koyama rubbed against him like a cat scenting its territory. He pressed his mouth against Massu’s most sensitive skin and purred strong enough to vibrate as he prepared Massu.
“Kitten~” Massu breathed as he melted into the feel of it. This wasn’t something he’d ever expected but he couldn’t say it bothered him.
“Tell me.” Koyama requested as he knelt closer and pressed himself against Massu’s back. The sound of a condom wrapper being opened thrilled Massu’s ears and he pressed back against Koyama.
“Do it. Take me.” Massu demanded and Koyama leant over him, teeth locking down on the back of his neck as he pressed in. Massu’s shoulders relaxed as Koyama started moving. He may be in the submissive position but Koyama was still doing exactly what he was told. Koyama had the power but Massu had the control.
With each movement Koyama’s bell jolted, ringing rhythmically, putting emphasis on each and every moment. Koyama mewled and straightened out his back, changing the angle so he could scratch down the lines of Massu’s back.
Massu pressed back with every thrust, gripping the edge of the mattress and memorising the way Koyama’s thigh muscles pressed into the softer skin at the back of his own thighs; enjoying the friction of Koyama’s leg hair as he moved against a part of Massu that was so rarely stimulated. The bell rang sharper and sharper against Koyama’s neck but his movements slowed as he tried to keep control.
“Come for me Kitten,” Massu requested, looking back over his shoulder, “Come for me now and I’ll give you a reward.”
Koyama let out an excited little sound and gave himself over, thrusting erratically and making desperate little sounds in the back of his throat as his bell went crazy and he lost control.
Massu waited patiently as Koyama’s sweaty body pinned him to the bed. A few interminable minutes later Koyama pushed himself up and pulled away from Massu, removing the condom and tying it off as Massu rolled over and pushed himself back up to lean against the headboard and watch him.
Koyama disposed of the condom then came back to sit on the edge of the bed. He eyed Massu’s erection and looked away sadly. Massu always took longer than Koyama but never more so than when Koyama topped. Massu still insisted on it happening from time to time though.
“Thank you, Kitten.” Massu whispered, reaching out to run his fingers along Koyama’s biceps in a need for contact.
Koyama looked up at him through his lashes and nodded, his bell tinkling sadly.
“Do you want your reward now?”
“Did I really earn one?”
“Of course you did. Because you came when I told you to, I saved you some cream for your reward.” Massu explained and held his hand out.
Koyama’s eyes snapped to him. He’d hinted at that term a few times before but Massu had never felt comfortable enough to use it until this moment. He watched as his kitten’s eyes darkened and fixated on his groin.
Koyama reached out blindly and Massu grabbed onto his hand, guiding him down to his lap. Massu was already close from the feel of Koyama still burning within him and having Koyama look at him like that was pushing him to the brink.
Koyama licked him with a kittenish look in his eye. The upper half of his face was lit by the moonlight but his mouth was in shadow. Massu only had the sound of the bell to tell him when to expect movement. The anticipation burned through Massu’s veins. Koyama didn’t even get him half way down before he got his cream. Massu couldn’t stop himself as he painted Koyama's mouth, pulling out just a little too early in his embarrassment and sullying Koyama’s cheek and nose.
Massu wanted to apologise but the happy sound from Koyama stopped him. Koyama licked his lips before methodically wiping his face with the back of his hand and licking his hand clean before lifting his hand again wipe more from his face.
As they snuggled up to sleep that night Massu thought about things. He hadn’t expected the role playing to become such a large part of their relationship and when it had started to outweigh the ‘normal’ sex, he’d started to think there was something wrong with them.
Tonight had been the first time that he’d given in to it fully since the very first time and Massu couldn’t bring himself to dislike it. It made Koyama happy and that was all that really mattered to Masuda. Well that and making sure that all the cups in the cupboard were lined up properly but that was an issue for another day.
Massu scratched gently behind Koyama’s ear and watched the smile spread across his face as he slept. Maybe Shige thought what they had was unnatural. Maybe everyone would if they knew but Massu was coming to understand that he didn’t care what they thought. He loved Koyama and he loved making him happy.
If that meant a little bell and the occasional moment of being pounced upon then he was fine with that. Other people’s opinions were pointless.
When May first came along, Masuda waited until they were alone and, after having the birthday cake, he gave Koyama his present. Koyama looked completely confused when he was handed a tiny little gift barely the size of a matchbox.
Koyama opened the box to find a high quality silver name tag with a small amethyst embedded above the engraved ‘Keii-chan’. Koyama’s eyes filled with unshed tears as he looked over at Massu.
“Oh, Massu, it’s gorgeous.”
“My number’s on the back, that way I’ll never lose you.” Massu explained as he picked up the tag and attached it to his boyfriend’s collar, smiling at the way it sounded against the bell. Massu flicked it with his finger just because he could and Koyama giggled, curling himself into Massu’s lap and rubbing his cheek along his shoulder, nipping at his collarbone affectionately.
Massu stroked his kitten’s hair and settled in for a prolonged snuggle, scooping some icing off the cake in front of them and holding his finger out for Koyama to lick clean.