fic for tokyostory
Title: Reason #1 to Get Off the Couch
Rating: NC-17
Threesome: Ryo/Jin/Yamapi
Summary: This is pretty much just porn.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Thanks to M for reading this over! tokyostory, I hope this pleases you. :)
"When is Pi getting home," Ryo asks, checking his watch. He's stretched out on Jin and Yamapi's couch, taking up more space than it would seem he could, considering how small he is.
"I don't know," Jin says, shoving at Ryo's legs in an attempt to gain more couch space for himself. "Why, don't you enjoy the pleasure of my company?"
"Not when you're trying to deny me my rightful portion of the couch," Ryo kicks Jin lightly in the ribs.
"You know," Jin says, "normally we don't even let animals on the couch, monkey."
"Yeah? Maybe if you got off the couch once in a while you'd be less fat."
"Watch out," Jin grins, grabbing Ryo's foot, "or I'll sit on you."
"Too bad I can outrun you," Ryo squirms, trying to get his foot free. He's concentrating so much on that, he doesn't notice Jin shifting to climb on top of him until he feels a warm, solid weight in his lap and Jin's breath on his ear. Each exhale sends an electric shiver of sensation through Ryo's body. He makes a mental note not to let Jin find out any more of his weaknesses.
"Let's see you get away from me now," Jin breathes, lowering his voice.
Ryo smirks and reaches up to press his fingers against Jin's collarbone, causing him to shriek and jolt backward. Ryo takes advantage of the opportunity to switch their positions, so he's the one on top of Jin.
"Easy as climbing a tree," Ryo says, leaning in close. Jin shifts under him, tilting his head up, eyebrows raised expectantly. Ryo smirks and reaches between them to unbutton Jin's jeans. Jin exhales a laugh and pushes his hands up the back of Ryo's shirt, running fingers up the line of his spine as Ryo arches his back. He lifts his arms so Jin can pull the shirt up and off, then goes back to pushing Jin's pants down his hips. Jin works on Ryo's pants, though his coordination seems to fail him when Ryo wraps a hand around his cock: he stops moving and his eyes drop closed as he groans a "yes."
Jin gets his hand in Ryo's pants after a few moments, though, and Jin's hand on his cock makes Ryo pitch forward slightly, gasping. Jin sits up a little and bites down lightly on Ryo's nipple, making him moan loudly. Ryo rocks his hips against Jin's, their hands bumping against each other, and neither of them notice the door opening until Yamapi clears his throat pointedly. Ryo sits up immediately, takes his hand out of Jin's pants. Jin whines, eyes dark, and shifts his hips up for friction.
"Don't you have any shame?" Ryo mutters, and Jin shakes his head, smiling serenely.
"So I take it you guys aren't quite ready to go to dinner," Yamapi says as he toes off his shoes. His head dips down but Ryo can see him smiling.
"Well, we just got a little-" Jin chooses that moment to squeeze Ryo's cock, and he tries to choke back a moan, "we got a little, um."
"Bored?" Yamapi offers. He's stripping off his shirt now, walking toward them.
"Ryo-chan was taking up all the couch space," Jin says, pouting.
"The couch is too small for the three of us, anyway," Yamapi says. Jin pulls his hand out of Ryo's pants and Ryo gets up, offering Jin a hand.
"Yeah, especially with how fat Jin's been getting," Ryo adds. There's a snort of laughter from Yamapi and Jin shoves him, pushing him against Ryo. The slide of Yamapi's warm, smooth skin on his side sends a shiver down Ryo's spine and he turns, slipping an arm around Yamapi's waist, and kisses him, slow and languid. Ryo runs his tongue across the curve of Yamapi's lower lip, and Yamapi makes a muffled noise against Ryo's mouth, sliding fingers through his hair.
When they break apart, Ryo glances over Yamapi's shoulder to see that Jin had used the time to take off his shirt. His jeans are slipping down his hips, exposing the waistband of his boxers and the trail of hair leading down from his navel. Ryo bites his lower lip, forgets that he should probably be making a fat joke now. Jin reaches forward, tugging on Yamapi's elbow, and Yamapi turns automatically, reaching out to pull Jin closer and kiss him. Ryo's arm is still around his waist, but now his fingers are splayed over Yamapi's hipbone instead of the small of his back.
When Jin and Yamapi break apart, Jin's hair is tousled from Yamapi's hands, and they're both breathing hard. Ryo hears Yamapi groan, and when he looks down he sees Jin palming Yamapi's cock through his jeans.
"Bed," Yamapi says.
They make it to Jin's bedroom without too many interruptions: walking makes Jin's jeans slide even further down, and by the time they're in the bedroom, Ryo can see his cock poking through the slit in his boxers. Yamapi pushes Jin onto the bed, climbs between his legs and tugs his pants and boxers off before bending to take the head of Jin's cock into his mouth. Jin falls back so he's lying flat on the bed, his hands in Yamapi's hair. Ryo watches for a moment while he steps out of the rest of his clothes, watches Jin's eyes squeeze shut, his chest rising and falling ever more rapidly, before he climbs onto the bed, sliding next to Jin. He props himself up with one arm and leans down to press his lips to the corner of Jin's slightly open mouth. Jin turns, licking his lips, and kisses back, messy and urgent, before breaking away to groan loudly.
Ryo glances down briefly and has to muffle a moan against Jin's shoulder at the sight of Yamapi, mouth stretched into a circle around Jin's cock. Yamapi looks up at them and Ryo can see him blush slightly as he pulls back a little, sucking at the head of Jin's cock, then sliding his tongue down to lick at his balls. Jin makes a strangled sound and thrashes slightly, the head of his cock sliding against Yamapi's cheek. Ryo palms his own cock, swallowing hard, and that's when Yamapi seems to remember Ryo is there. He pushes himself up a little, much to Jin's obvious dismay, and reaches for Ryo's cock. Yamapi sucks Ryo off for about a minute before Jin gets impatient, tugs at Yamapi's hair.
"Pi," Jin whines, shifting, "come on."
"You know," Ryo says, "you're not the only person here with a hard-on, Jin."
"Yeah, but-" Jin's cut off, his complaints turning into a moan, by Yamapi's mouth returning to his cock.
While Yamapi sucks Jin off, Ryo rummages in the bedside table. He turns back to Jin, pushing him slightly so he turns to his side. Yamapi glances up and figures out what Ryo's doing, so he helps out by pushing Jin's left leg up, hand under his knee. Ryo hears Jin's breath hitch when he slides one finger into him. Jin's eager, rocking his hips from Yamapi's mouth to Ryo's finger, little moans and whimpers only partly muffled by the way he's buried his face in the blanket. Ryo adds another finger and watches Yamapi over Jin's shoulder. Yamapi seems to be able to tell when Jin's getting too close, and he backs off enough to draw it out but not enough that Jin gets upset.
Ryo unwraps a condom with his teeth, sliding it onto his cock one-handed with only minimal difficulty. The angle's a little weird, and he has to scoot down a little and slide one leg between Jin's before he can push into him, but the reward is that it's so tight, almost unbearable on Ryo's cock.
"Fuck," he breathes, mouthing the spot between Jin's shoulder blades. He pulls partway out, pushes back in again. He can hear Jin breathing fast, shallow, and before Ryo can move again Jin is rocking forward, into Yamapi's mouth, then back, onto Ryo's cock. Jin, though, has a limited range of motion between the two of them, so Ryo puts a hand on Jin's hip to steady him and sets the pace. Jin comes quickly, his body taut against Ryo's, and when Yamapi pulls away, Ryo turns Jin so he's on his hands and knees. Yamapi, after finally sliding out of his pants, moves up so he's in front of Jin, runs hands gently through his hair and pulls his head down.
At the first touch of Jin's mouth on his cock, Yamapi throws his head back, biting down on his lower lip. Jin doesn't tease the way Yamapi does with blow jobs, Ryo knows. He sees Jin's head sliding down, all the way down, and hears Yamapi's breathless moans, and he grips Jin's hip tightly, closing his eyes. The new angle lets Ryo thrust deeper than before, and he can feel Jin shudder every time he hits the right spot.
There's a particularly loud noise from Yamapi, and Ryo opens his eyes to see Yamapi coming into Jin's mouth, back arched, mouth open as he pants heavily. It's enough to send Ryo over the edge and he thrusts into Jin once more before he comes, moaning in the back of his throat. When Ryo pulls out, and Yamapi pulls away, Jin turns over, palming his cock and looking expectantly between them.
"What the fuck," Ryo says, just as Yamapi's saying "Already?"
Jin just stretches, nudging Yamapi's inner thigh with his mouth.
"Which one of you do I get to fuck now," he says, grinning.
Rating: NC-17
Threesome: Ryo/Jin/Yamapi
Summary: This is pretty much just porn.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Thanks to M for reading this over! tokyostory, I hope this pleases you. :)
"When is Pi getting home," Ryo asks, checking his watch. He's stretched out on Jin and Yamapi's couch, taking up more space than it would seem he could, considering how small he is.
"I don't know," Jin says, shoving at Ryo's legs in an attempt to gain more couch space for himself. "Why, don't you enjoy the pleasure of my company?"
"Not when you're trying to deny me my rightful portion of the couch," Ryo kicks Jin lightly in the ribs.
"You know," Jin says, "normally we don't even let animals on the couch, monkey."
"Yeah? Maybe if you got off the couch once in a while you'd be less fat."
"Watch out," Jin grins, grabbing Ryo's foot, "or I'll sit on you."
"Too bad I can outrun you," Ryo squirms, trying to get his foot free. He's concentrating so much on that, he doesn't notice Jin shifting to climb on top of him until he feels a warm, solid weight in his lap and Jin's breath on his ear. Each exhale sends an electric shiver of sensation through Ryo's body. He makes a mental note not to let Jin find out any more of his weaknesses.
"Let's see you get away from me now," Jin breathes, lowering his voice.
Ryo smirks and reaches up to press his fingers against Jin's collarbone, causing him to shriek and jolt backward. Ryo takes advantage of the opportunity to switch their positions, so he's the one on top of Jin.
"Easy as climbing a tree," Ryo says, leaning in close. Jin shifts under him, tilting his head up, eyebrows raised expectantly. Ryo smirks and reaches between them to unbutton Jin's jeans. Jin exhales a laugh and pushes his hands up the back of Ryo's shirt, running fingers up the line of his spine as Ryo arches his back. He lifts his arms so Jin can pull the shirt up and off, then goes back to pushing Jin's pants down his hips. Jin works on Ryo's pants, though his coordination seems to fail him when Ryo wraps a hand around his cock: he stops moving and his eyes drop closed as he groans a "yes."
Jin gets his hand in Ryo's pants after a few moments, though, and Jin's hand on his cock makes Ryo pitch forward slightly, gasping. Jin sits up a little and bites down lightly on Ryo's nipple, making him moan loudly. Ryo rocks his hips against Jin's, their hands bumping against each other, and neither of them notice the door opening until Yamapi clears his throat pointedly. Ryo sits up immediately, takes his hand out of Jin's pants. Jin whines, eyes dark, and shifts his hips up for friction.
"Don't you have any shame?" Ryo mutters, and Jin shakes his head, smiling serenely.
"So I take it you guys aren't quite ready to go to dinner," Yamapi says as he toes off his shoes. His head dips down but Ryo can see him smiling.
"Well, we just got a little-" Jin chooses that moment to squeeze Ryo's cock, and he tries to choke back a moan, "we got a little, um."
"Bored?" Yamapi offers. He's stripping off his shirt now, walking toward them.
"Ryo-chan was taking up all the couch space," Jin says, pouting.
"The couch is too small for the three of us, anyway," Yamapi says. Jin pulls his hand out of Ryo's pants and Ryo gets up, offering Jin a hand.
"Yeah, especially with how fat Jin's been getting," Ryo adds. There's a snort of laughter from Yamapi and Jin shoves him, pushing him against Ryo. The slide of Yamapi's warm, smooth skin on his side sends a shiver down Ryo's spine and he turns, slipping an arm around Yamapi's waist, and kisses him, slow and languid. Ryo runs his tongue across the curve of Yamapi's lower lip, and Yamapi makes a muffled noise against Ryo's mouth, sliding fingers through his hair.
When they break apart, Ryo glances over Yamapi's shoulder to see that Jin had used the time to take off his shirt. His jeans are slipping down his hips, exposing the waistband of his boxers and the trail of hair leading down from his navel. Ryo bites his lower lip, forgets that he should probably be making a fat joke now. Jin reaches forward, tugging on Yamapi's elbow, and Yamapi turns automatically, reaching out to pull Jin closer and kiss him. Ryo's arm is still around his waist, but now his fingers are splayed over Yamapi's hipbone instead of the small of his back.
When Jin and Yamapi break apart, Jin's hair is tousled from Yamapi's hands, and they're both breathing hard. Ryo hears Yamapi groan, and when he looks down he sees Jin palming Yamapi's cock through his jeans.
"Bed," Yamapi says.
They make it to Jin's bedroom without too many interruptions: walking makes Jin's jeans slide even further down, and by the time they're in the bedroom, Ryo can see his cock poking through the slit in his boxers. Yamapi pushes Jin onto the bed, climbs between his legs and tugs his pants and boxers off before bending to take the head of Jin's cock into his mouth. Jin falls back so he's lying flat on the bed, his hands in Yamapi's hair. Ryo watches for a moment while he steps out of the rest of his clothes, watches Jin's eyes squeeze shut, his chest rising and falling ever more rapidly, before he climbs onto the bed, sliding next to Jin. He props himself up with one arm and leans down to press his lips to the corner of Jin's slightly open mouth. Jin turns, licking his lips, and kisses back, messy and urgent, before breaking away to groan loudly.
Ryo glances down briefly and has to muffle a moan against Jin's shoulder at the sight of Yamapi, mouth stretched into a circle around Jin's cock. Yamapi looks up at them and Ryo can see him blush slightly as he pulls back a little, sucking at the head of Jin's cock, then sliding his tongue down to lick at his balls. Jin makes a strangled sound and thrashes slightly, the head of his cock sliding against Yamapi's cheek. Ryo palms his own cock, swallowing hard, and that's when Yamapi seems to remember Ryo is there. He pushes himself up a little, much to Jin's obvious dismay, and reaches for Ryo's cock. Yamapi sucks Ryo off for about a minute before Jin gets impatient, tugs at Yamapi's hair.
"Pi," Jin whines, shifting, "come on."
"You know," Ryo says, "you're not the only person here with a hard-on, Jin."
"Yeah, but-" Jin's cut off, his complaints turning into a moan, by Yamapi's mouth returning to his cock.
While Yamapi sucks Jin off, Ryo rummages in the bedside table. He turns back to Jin, pushing him slightly so he turns to his side. Yamapi glances up and figures out what Ryo's doing, so he helps out by pushing Jin's left leg up, hand under his knee. Ryo hears Jin's breath hitch when he slides one finger into him. Jin's eager, rocking his hips from Yamapi's mouth to Ryo's finger, little moans and whimpers only partly muffled by the way he's buried his face in the blanket. Ryo adds another finger and watches Yamapi over Jin's shoulder. Yamapi seems to be able to tell when Jin's getting too close, and he backs off enough to draw it out but not enough that Jin gets upset.
Ryo unwraps a condom with his teeth, sliding it onto his cock one-handed with only minimal difficulty. The angle's a little weird, and he has to scoot down a little and slide one leg between Jin's before he can push into him, but the reward is that it's so tight, almost unbearable on Ryo's cock.
"Fuck," he breathes, mouthing the spot between Jin's shoulder blades. He pulls partway out, pushes back in again. He can hear Jin breathing fast, shallow, and before Ryo can move again Jin is rocking forward, into Yamapi's mouth, then back, onto Ryo's cock. Jin, though, has a limited range of motion between the two of them, so Ryo puts a hand on Jin's hip to steady him and sets the pace. Jin comes quickly, his body taut against Ryo's, and when Yamapi pulls away, Ryo turns Jin so he's on his hands and knees. Yamapi, after finally sliding out of his pants, moves up so he's in front of Jin, runs hands gently through his hair and pulls his head down.
At the first touch of Jin's mouth on his cock, Yamapi throws his head back, biting down on his lower lip. Jin doesn't tease the way Yamapi does with blow jobs, Ryo knows. He sees Jin's head sliding down, all the way down, and hears Yamapi's breathless moans, and he grips Jin's hip tightly, closing his eyes. The new angle lets Ryo thrust deeper than before, and he can feel Jin shudder every time he hits the right spot.
There's a particularly loud noise from Yamapi, and Ryo opens his eyes to see Yamapi coming into Jin's mouth, back arched, mouth open as he pants heavily. It's enough to send Ryo over the edge and he thrusts into Jin once more before he comes, moaning in the back of his throat. When Ryo pulls out, and Yamapi pulls away, Jin turns over, palming his cock and looking expectantly between them.
"What the fuck," Ryo says, just as Yamapi's saying "Already?"
Jin just stretches, nudging Yamapi's inner thigh with his mouth.
"Which one of you do I get to fuck now," he says, grinning.