A piece of Eighto for selphie100
Eighto gift-fic for selphie100
Title: Sunset On the Beach
Pairing: Yoko/Ohkura
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex without a condom, some cursing
Summary: Yoko takes Ohkura out on a date and things get heated.
Notes: For selphie100. It’s been a while since I last wrote this pairing, so it was a nice challenge. I hope you’ll enjoy this!
Ohkura’s eyes widened as the taste practically exploded in his mouth. “These are good!” he exclaimed, stuffing another bite of food in his mouth.
“Told you.” Yoko looked extremely smug. The ramen place looked shady and neither the ramen nor the sake were worth speaking of, but the gyoza were the best he’d ever tasted. He’d found the place by accident, when he’d ducked into it to avoid being seen by a group of girls with eito phone charms. Once inside, he’d been too embarrassed to leave again without eating first, but the gyoza had been a very pleasant surprise. “Good date?”
With his mouth full of the fifth dumpling, Ohkura could only nod.
Grinning, Yoko watched Ohkura devour his food while eating a bit slower himself. “The noodles are bland but kind of edible, but I’d really advise you not to try the meat,” he said, not that the warning was necessary. Ohkura didn’t look likely to want anything other than the gyoza he was currently eating.
They didn’t talk much during the rest of the meal, too focused on their food and too comfortable with each other to need much conversation. One of the advantages of this shabby little ramen place was that no one was likely to recognize them here, so they could take their time and get comfortable, or as comfortable as the creaky chairs and stuffy air allowed.
Finally full, Ohkura leaned back and patted his stomach. “Ahh.”
Yoko went to pay for their meal, then nudged Ohkura’s shoulder. “Come on, lazyass. Don’t fall asleep here, I’ve got more planned for you.”
“Yay, excitement.” Ohkura replied deadpan, before rising to his feet with a groan.
The journey to the beach Yoko had picked for their date took more than an hour, but Yoko enjoyed travelling with Ohkura even when Ohkura was half asleep from good food and the regular motion of the car.
By the time Yoko stopped the car near the beach, the sun was low on the horizon. He punched Ohkura’s shoulder, waking him up. “Come on, don’t miss it.”
While Ohkura yawned and stretched, Yoko went to the back of the car and opened the trunk. He picked up the blanket he’d stashed there for this purpose, then wandered down to the beach, sure that Ohkura would follow.
Ohkura flopped down onto the blanket, stretching out next to Yoko. “Didn’t know you were a romantic,” he teased.
The tips of Yoko’s ears turned red and he shoved at Ohkura’s shoulder to make him shut up, but he didn’t actually deny it. The sun sank slowly below the horizon, painting the sky pink. The beach was deserted. They were the only people for miles and even the road was empty, not a single car passing by.
Ohkura leaned in slowly until he could brush his lips against Yoko’s, who kissed back, plush lips moving against his and the kiss soon deepened. One of Ohkura’s hands dug into Yoko’s hair, holding one, while the other hand went down to his waist. Yoko had a bit of pudge there, but Ohkura liked that, enjoyed that there was a bit of flesh to hold on to and not just hard bone.
Yoko pushed Ohkura down flat onto his back, pinning him down with his body. Their kiss was passionate and messy, tongues curling against each other while hands pushed clothing out of the way and wandered greedily over warm skin.
Rolling his hips, Yoko felt Ohkura slowly harden against him, but then the other pushed him back. Ohkura wrinkled his nose. “I’d rather not try that here and get sand in places where sand has no business being.”
“No problem, I planned for that too,” Yoko replied with a grin, getting to his feet. He offered Ohkura a hand up. “Car sex.”
Ohkura laughed and let Yoko help him to his feet. “That’s your super awesome secret plan?”
“My plans are awesome and you know it.”
Looking smug, Yoko unlocked the car, but instead of sitting down in the driver’s seat, he sat in the passenger seat and pushed it back as far as it would go. Then he grinned at Ohkura and patted his lap. “Come here.”
“I’m not riding your dick in a car seat,” Ohkura replied, but settled in Yoko’s lap anyway. He knocked against the car roof with his knuckles. “I’d hit my head if I tried.”
“You’re just full of complaints today. Let’s see you come up with a better idea.”
“Oh, I’ve got one.” Ohkura’s voice had gone deep with promise. “Take me home and I’ll let you fuck me into the mattress. Maybe you can even make me scream if you try.”
The drive home passed in a blur, the darkening night sky looming overhead. Ohkura knew better than to grope Yoko while he was driving, but he did let his hand rest on the side of the seat, just barely touching the outside of Yoko’s thigh. This little touch, combined with Ohkura’s voice whispering all the filthy things Ohkura could think of, was enough to drive Yoko almost crazy with desire.
By the time Yoko unlocked the door to his apartment, his fingers were shaking with want, making his keys clink together. As soon as the door closed behind them, he shoved Ohkura against the wall, claiming his mouth once again.
Ohkura dug his fingers into Yoko’s hips and pulled him closer, grinding against him. They both hardened quickly, and only the discomfort of erections trapped within tight pants made it possible for them to pause long enough to move to Yoko’s bed. Ohkura soon found himself flat on his back, entirely naked and on display for Yoko.
Stretching his long limbs, Ohkura let him look as much as he wanted. He enjoyed the attention, liked the clear evidence of how much Yoko liked and desired his body. Spreading his legs, he asked, “Any chance of you actually doing something?”
That pulled Yoko out of his thoughts. “I’ll show you ‘something’,” Yoko replied heatedly. He opened the bedside drawer and dug through his stuff until he found the half-full tube of lube. He didn’t bother with the condoms though - they’d been exclusive for four years already and only used those occasionally when they didn’t want to deal with the cleanup.
Popping the cap off the tube, Yoko slicked his fingers with lube. Kneeling between Ohkura’s spread legs, he slowly trailed his fingers down the length of Ohkura’s dick, over his balls, and down the cleft of his ass. Teasing, Yoko rubbed the tips of his fingers over Ohkura’s hole, caressing the puckered opening until Ohkura raised his hips and snapped at him to do something already.
Not quite done teasing yet, Yoko pushed just the tip of his index fingers in, making Ohkura groan and demand more. Yoko was inclined to tease a while longer, but Ohkura squeezed so nicely around his fingers, and his moans always sounded so good, that his hand practically moved on its own, pushing his finger in deeper.
Ohkura pushed back against his finger right away, so Yoko added a second, and soon a third. Curling his fingers, Yoko watched Ohkura writhe and moan. “You’re so easy for it.”
“You’re the one who seduced me with dinner and a fucking beach date,” Ohkura replied between moans.
“Tell me what you want,” Yoko demanded, twisting his fingers inside Ohkura.
“Stop playing around and fuck me already!” Ohkura demanded, his exasperation almost funny. “You would have done me on the beach and in the car, so stop dithering around and get in me already.”
“Since you asked nicely.” Yoko grinned and pulled his fingers free, but then he made a show of spreading a generous amount of lube over his dick. Holding his dick steady, he slowly, oh so slowly pushed into Ohkura.
Ohkura groaned, partly because it felt so good to have Yoko finally, finally pushing into him, and partly because the other man wasn’t going nearly fast enough for his taste. Impatient, he pushed back against Yoko, taking him in deeper. Soon, Yoko was fully sheathed. Yoko would have paused like that, to drive Ohkura even more crazy, but Ohkura was having none of it.
He squeezed tight around Yoko, clenching his inner muscles rhythmically, because he knew that Yoko was never able to resist that for long. True enough, Yoko couldn’t hold back anymore and started to thrust, first slowly, then faster, until he was fucking Ohkura hard and fast, pounding him into the mattress as promised.
Moaning, Ohkura arched his back, enjoying the hard fucking Yoko was dishing out. He liked it hard and a bit rough, but Yoko was usually more gentle with him, unless he was really riled up. Keeping Yoko half hard for the whole car ride home definitely helped break his self control and override his usual inclination to slow and gentle sex.
Yoko suddenly pulled out. “Turn over.” He pushed at Ohkura’s hip, urging him to roll.
Too turned on to argue, Ohkura rolled over onto his hands and knees, then moaned loudly when Yoko shoved back into him. The angle was entirely different, stimulating him even more now, so he pushed back eagerly.
Taking a firm grip of Ohkura’s hips, Yoko shoved in deep, then drew back until only the tip of his dick remained inside, before ramming in deep and hard again. Thanks to his hold on Ohkura’s hips, Yoko could fuck him even harder now, each thrust going deep. A continuous stream of noise left Ohkura’s lips, pleas for more, interspersed with gasps of Yoko’s name and incoherent moaning.
When Yoko felt that he was nearing his limit, he reached down and wrapped his fingers around Ohkura’s dick. Ohkura gasped and squeezed tight around him, already close as well. It took only a few strokes before Ohkura came, wailing Yoko’s given name as his come spurted over Yoko’s fingers. Yoko followed suit, ramming in a few last, desperate times before he spilled himself deep inside Ohkura.
Spent, they collapsed on the bed, cuddling close. It was too warm to sleep so close together, but neither of them had the energy left to sort out blankets or anything else. It took all of Yoko’s remaining energy to reach over and turn off the bedside lamp before his eyes closed. Ohkura fell asleep even faster, sore but happy. Date night had been a roaring success as usual.
Title: Sunset On the Beach
Pairing: Yoko/Ohkura
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex without a condom, some cursing
Summary: Yoko takes Ohkura out on a date and things get heated.
Notes: For selphie100. It’s been a while since I last wrote this pairing, so it was a nice challenge. I hope you’ll enjoy this!
Ohkura’s eyes widened as the taste practically exploded in his mouth. “These are good!” he exclaimed, stuffing another bite of food in his mouth.
“Told you.” Yoko looked extremely smug. The ramen place looked shady and neither the ramen nor the sake were worth speaking of, but the gyoza were the best he’d ever tasted. He’d found the place by accident, when he’d ducked into it to avoid being seen by a group of girls with eito phone charms. Once inside, he’d been too embarrassed to leave again without eating first, but the gyoza had been a very pleasant surprise. “Good date?”
With his mouth full of the fifth dumpling, Ohkura could only nod.
Grinning, Yoko watched Ohkura devour his food while eating a bit slower himself. “The noodles are bland but kind of edible, but I’d really advise you not to try the meat,” he said, not that the warning was necessary. Ohkura didn’t look likely to want anything other than the gyoza he was currently eating.
They didn’t talk much during the rest of the meal, too focused on their food and too comfortable with each other to need much conversation. One of the advantages of this shabby little ramen place was that no one was likely to recognize them here, so they could take their time and get comfortable, or as comfortable as the creaky chairs and stuffy air allowed.
Finally full, Ohkura leaned back and patted his stomach. “Ahh.”
Yoko went to pay for their meal, then nudged Ohkura’s shoulder. “Come on, lazyass. Don’t fall asleep here, I’ve got more planned for you.”
“Yay, excitement.” Ohkura replied deadpan, before rising to his feet with a groan.
The journey to the beach Yoko had picked for their date took more than an hour, but Yoko enjoyed travelling with Ohkura even when Ohkura was half asleep from good food and the regular motion of the car.
By the time Yoko stopped the car near the beach, the sun was low on the horizon. He punched Ohkura’s shoulder, waking him up. “Come on, don’t miss it.”
While Ohkura yawned and stretched, Yoko went to the back of the car and opened the trunk. He picked up the blanket he’d stashed there for this purpose, then wandered down to the beach, sure that Ohkura would follow.
Ohkura flopped down onto the blanket, stretching out next to Yoko. “Didn’t know you were a romantic,” he teased.
The tips of Yoko’s ears turned red and he shoved at Ohkura’s shoulder to make him shut up, but he didn’t actually deny it. The sun sank slowly below the horizon, painting the sky pink. The beach was deserted. They were the only people for miles and even the road was empty, not a single car passing by.
Ohkura leaned in slowly until he could brush his lips against Yoko’s, who kissed back, plush lips moving against his and the kiss soon deepened. One of Ohkura’s hands dug into Yoko’s hair, holding one, while the other hand went down to his waist. Yoko had a bit of pudge there, but Ohkura liked that, enjoyed that there was a bit of flesh to hold on to and not just hard bone.
Yoko pushed Ohkura down flat onto his back, pinning him down with his body. Their kiss was passionate and messy, tongues curling against each other while hands pushed clothing out of the way and wandered greedily over warm skin.
Rolling his hips, Yoko felt Ohkura slowly harden against him, but then the other pushed him back. Ohkura wrinkled his nose. “I’d rather not try that here and get sand in places where sand has no business being.”
“No problem, I planned for that too,” Yoko replied with a grin, getting to his feet. He offered Ohkura a hand up. “Car sex.”
Ohkura laughed and let Yoko help him to his feet. “That’s your super awesome secret plan?”
“My plans are awesome and you know it.”
Looking smug, Yoko unlocked the car, but instead of sitting down in the driver’s seat, he sat in the passenger seat and pushed it back as far as it would go. Then he grinned at Ohkura and patted his lap. “Come here.”
“I’m not riding your dick in a car seat,” Ohkura replied, but settled in Yoko’s lap anyway. He knocked against the car roof with his knuckles. “I’d hit my head if I tried.”
“You’re just full of complaints today. Let’s see you come up with a better idea.”
“Oh, I’ve got one.” Ohkura’s voice had gone deep with promise. “Take me home and I’ll let you fuck me into the mattress. Maybe you can even make me scream if you try.”
The drive home passed in a blur, the darkening night sky looming overhead. Ohkura knew better than to grope Yoko while he was driving, but he did let his hand rest on the side of the seat, just barely touching the outside of Yoko’s thigh. This little touch, combined with Ohkura’s voice whispering all the filthy things Ohkura could think of, was enough to drive Yoko almost crazy with desire.
By the time Yoko unlocked the door to his apartment, his fingers were shaking with want, making his keys clink together. As soon as the door closed behind them, he shoved Ohkura against the wall, claiming his mouth once again.
Ohkura dug his fingers into Yoko’s hips and pulled him closer, grinding against him. They both hardened quickly, and only the discomfort of erections trapped within tight pants made it possible for them to pause long enough to move to Yoko’s bed. Ohkura soon found himself flat on his back, entirely naked and on display for Yoko.
Stretching his long limbs, Ohkura let him look as much as he wanted. He enjoyed the attention, liked the clear evidence of how much Yoko liked and desired his body. Spreading his legs, he asked, “Any chance of you actually doing something?”
That pulled Yoko out of his thoughts. “I’ll show you ‘something’,” Yoko replied heatedly. He opened the bedside drawer and dug through his stuff until he found the half-full tube of lube. He didn’t bother with the condoms though - they’d been exclusive for four years already and only used those occasionally when they didn’t want to deal with the cleanup.
Popping the cap off the tube, Yoko slicked his fingers with lube. Kneeling between Ohkura’s spread legs, he slowly trailed his fingers down the length of Ohkura’s dick, over his balls, and down the cleft of his ass. Teasing, Yoko rubbed the tips of his fingers over Ohkura’s hole, caressing the puckered opening until Ohkura raised his hips and snapped at him to do something already.
Not quite done teasing yet, Yoko pushed just the tip of his index fingers in, making Ohkura groan and demand more. Yoko was inclined to tease a while longer, but Ohkura squeezed so nicely around his fingers, and his moans always sounded so good, that his hand practically moved on its own, pushing his finger in deeper.
Ohkura pushed back against his finger right away, so Yoko added a second, and soon a third. Curling his fingers, Yoko watched Ohkura writhe and moan. “You’re so easy for it.”
“You’re the one who seduced me with dinner and a fucking beach date,” Ohkura replied between moans.
“Tell me what you want,” Yoko demanded, twisting his fingers inside Ohkura.
“Stop playing around and fuck me already!” Ohkura demanded, his exasperation almost funny. “You would have done me on the beach and in the car, so stop dithering around and get in me already.”
“Since you asked nicely.” Yoko grinned and pulled his fingers free, but then he made a show of spreading a generous amount of lube over his dick. Holding his dick steady, he slowly, oh so slowly pushed into Ohkura.
Ohkura groaned, partly because it felt so good to have Yoko finally, finally pushing into him, and partly because the other man wasn’t going nearly fast enough for his taste. Impatient, he pushed back against Yoko, taking him in deeper. Soon, Yoko was fully sheathed. Yoko would have paused like that, to drive Ohkura even more crazy, but Ohkura was having none of it.
He squeezed tight around Yoko, clenching his inner muscles rhythmically, because he knew that Yoko was never able to resist that for long. True enough, Yoko couldn’t hold back anymore and started to thrust, first slowly, then faster, until he was fucking Ohkura hard and fast, pounding him into the mattress as promised.
Moaning, Ohkura arched his back, enjoying the hard fucking Yoko was dishing out. He liked it hard and a bit rough, but Yoko was usually more gentle with him, unless he was really riled up. Keeping Yoko half hard for the whole car ride home definitely helped break his self control and override his usual inclination to slow and gentle sex.
Yoko suddenly pulled out. “Turn over.” He pushed at Ohkura’s hip, urging him to roll.
Too turned on to argue, Ohkura rolled over onto his hands and knees, then moaned loudly when Yoko shoved back into him. The angle was entirely different, stimulating him even more now, so he pushed back eagerly.
Taking a firm grip of Ohkura’s hips, Yoko shoved in deep, then drew back until only the tip of his dick remained inside, before ramming in deep and hard again. Thanks to his hold on Ohkura’s hips, Yoko could fuck him even harder now, each thrust going deep. A continuous stream of noise left Ohkura’s lips, pleas for more, interspersed with gasps of Yoko’s name and incoherent moaning.
When Yoko felt that he was nearing his limit, he reached down and wrapped his fingers around Ohkura’s dick. Ohkura gasped and squeezed tight around him, already close as well. It took only a few strokes before Ohkura came, wailing Yoko’s given name as his come spurted over Yoko’s fingers. Yoko followed suit, ramming in a few last, desperate times before he spilled himself deep inside Ohkura.
Spent, they collapsed on the bed, cuddling close. It was too warm to sleep so close together, but neither of them had the energy left to sort out blankets or anything else. It took all of Yoko’s remaining energy to reach over and turn off the bedside lamp before his eyes closed. Ohkura fell asleep even faster, sore but happy. Date night had been a roaring success as usual.