A Kiss To Go With It
Title: A Kiss To Go With It
Pairing: Ohkura/Yasuda.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Massages, sex.
Summary: Ohkura has a bad habit of touching Yasuda. One day that gets him into a situation he wouldn't have anticipated.
Author's Note: Written for the 2011 k8_exchange for chiseenpaw. I enjoyed writing it, and getting into Ohkura and Yasuda.
Ohkura had a habit of touching Yasuda after work. Whether it was after a photoshoot, rehearsal, or even a concert, he just couldn't help himself. Maybe it wasn't like that at first, but over time it just got harder to ignore. It was after a shoot that time. Yasuda was sitting in the dressing room, fiddling with something that Ohkura couldn't see from behind. Without really even thinking about it, Ohkura walked past Yoko, Subaru, and Ryo who were having a discussion he was almost certain he didn't want to know more about after hearing the word, 'tastes good,' from Yoko, 'sexy,' from Ryo, and seeing the lecherous twist to Subaru's lips. Part of him was curious, but another part was wiser and the biggest part of him was intent on Yasuda.
The other two weren't in the room, and Ohkura didn't really feel the need to think about anyone else when he stepped up behind Yasuda. Although he didn't seem to notice when Ohkura got close, he didn't seem too surprised by the hands suddenly pressing down against his shoulders. His back straightened a little though, and as Ohkura slowly started to work his fingers into the muscle, he let out a quiet satisfied moan at the attention. Ohkura felt his body tighten at the sound, something he yearned for. It was a sound that wouldn't be obviously weird to anyone else, if they could even hear it. Ohkura knew they weren't really paying attention, and a friendly shoulder massage wouldn't look unnatural to anyone, but Ohkura knew it wasn't normal. He knew the effect it had on him, and he thought Yasuda might know as well. Maybe it was just his desires affecting the way he viewed the other man, but the way Yasuda reacted to him, just felt like he had to know. That, or he was incredibly naive.
Ohkura felt his eyes glued to where his hands were slowly working the tension out of Yasuda's shoulders. There wasn't a whole lot there really, but he was willing to pretend like there was just so he could keep touching the other man. Slowly Yasuda's head fell back. His eyes were closed, his lips turned just slightly up at the corners. His eyes opened in no hurry, locking with Ohkura's own intent gaze. At the connection, Ohkura felt his body tense, Yasuda's eyes not moving away as he kept rubbing his fingers into the muscle. Yasuda's lips turned up a little more, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Good work today," came the soft, relaxed sounding voice of his bandmate. Ohkura found himself looking at the way his lips formed around the words, his own mind instantly creating illustrious images of how it would feel to kiss him, how good those lips would feel wrapped around him. That was something he'd thought about often enough, something he was unfortunately too chicken to go after. Ohkura found himself imagining just how easy it would be to lean over and capture those lips when he felt someone slap his shoulder. Sending a smoldering look at Ryo, Ohkura felt his blood boil and he let his hands drop from Yasuda's shoulders.
"Get a room," Yoko suggested dryly, although Ohkura was pretty sure he had no idea how appropriate that statement was.
Ryo simply moved to sit in the chair beside Yasuda and propped his feet up on the table. "While you're at it, my feet have been killing me." Ohkura only gave him an icy look before turning and walking away from the group. He could hear them laughing about something as he got further away, and he could hear the way Yasuda's breath hitched in a giggle. He didn't want to know.
It wasn't until he was headed home that he ran into the other man again. Just s he was leaving the building, Yasuda somehow managed to slide right up next to him, falling into step with him, so inconspicuous that Ohkura almost didn't notice him.
"Thanks for the massage earlier," he said simply, making Ohkura raise his eyebrow as he looked over. Yasuda hadn't usually thanked him for things like that. "You ran off so fast," he added slowly. "I was going to ask if you wanted to come over sometime and see my pictures."
Ohkura had to look twice at the other man as they walked, his own footsteps slowing slightly as he thought about the possibility of going over to his place. It had been a long time since he'd been over there. It was definitely tempting, although he wasn't so sure he wanted to see whatever pictures Yasuda was talking about. Yasuda liked to take pictures, of various things, of people even. Ohkura could clearly remember the times he'd found out he was the subject of some of Yasuda's pictures. Ot always felt a little too good to be true, and little too easy to read into. That was why Ohkura tried not to think too much, and going over to Yasuda's place would just make that more difficult. Not that he would say no though, not unless he was actually busy.
Before he knew it, Ohkura found himself at Yasuda's door, waiting for him to unlock it as he fumbled with the key that had lightning bolts running up the metal. Ohkura wasn't surprised to see that Yasuda's keys were as flamboyant as his apparel tended to be. Stepping into the smaller man's home, Ohkura felt his stomach flutter with nerves. It wasn't like anything would happen, but just the thought of it made him aware of how much better it would be if he suddenly came up with plans that would require his immediate removal from the premises. Yasuda was just too tempting, and they were just too alone. Ohkura had to take a deep breath to keep himself from getting too caught up in the thought of it.
Yasuda's place was pretty much the same as he remembered. There were a few things that looked thrown around, as if Yasuda was just too lazy to put it back up in the right place. But it wasn't dirty. If anything, Yasuda might have had one of the nicest smelling apartments out all the guys in the band.
Instead of offering Ohkura a drink, Yasuda grabbed his hand and quickly started pulling him through the house, barely giving Ohkura enough time to finish slipping out of his shoes. He looked back at the one laying halfway between him and where it should have been and shrugged. It wasn't like it would hurt anything, and it wasn't his house. Yasuda led him to his room, where he had a bunch of pictures lying across a long, gilded chest at the foot of his bed. Ohkura remembered him talking about buying it, but he couldn't remember where it was from.
Yasuda released Ohkura's hand and stepped closer to the chest. Ohkura just watched him for a moment, as he bent over the photos. "Come on," the shorter man commanded, turning back with a grin. Ohkura pursed his lips as if slightly annoyed, although it was obviously fake. Moving up beside Yasuda, Ohkura slowly let his eyes slip from the other man to the pictures lying in front of them. "Normally, I wouldn't have made you look at them, but these are special."
At Yasuda's words, Ohkura felt himself become more curious. The pictures directly in front of him were of buildings, though they did look familiar. Reaching out, and leaning down, Ohkura slid the ones on top to the side. He felt his breath hitch slightly when he saw his profile in one, an angle of his face in another. There were several pictures of him, and Ohkura felt himself drawn back to the first time he'd seen pictures Yasuda had taken of him, how uncomfortable it had made him feel because of how much he liked it. Biting his lip Ohkura tilted his head slightly, trying not to let anything show.
"They're awful," he teased, receiving a light punch on the arm. "I mean the content is good, but the angles are all messed up."
Ohkura couldn't help but smile when he looked over and saw Yasuda pouting. "It's a good thing you gave me that massage earlier, or else I'd hate you right now." Ohkura felt his mind flashing back to the thought of having his hands on Yasuda.
"My massages are pretty good," he noted thoughtfully, trying to egg Yasuda on.
"They are good," the shorter man said, his eyebrows dropping slightly, and his lips quirking up into a playful looking smile. Ohkura wasn't really sure what it meant until Yasuda added, "How about I return the favor."
It was less of a question, and Ohkura's mind had gone pretty blank except for the thought of Yasuda touching him, so it was pretty easy when Yasuda turned and grabbed a hold of his shirt. Ohkura looked at his hands blankly before being pushed over onto the bed. Ohkura felt his back hit and he leaned back up to look at Yasuda. "Now?" He felt the word slip out in place of anything else he might have been thinking.
Yasuda nodded, still grinning widely. "Yeah, why not," he responded as he crawled onto the bed beside him. Yasuda only stared at him for a moment, making Ohkura feel like an animal caught in headlights, gorgeous, sexy headlights. Suddenly Yasuda reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Ohkura shivered when the cool air hit his nipples. "It'll be easier this way. Lay down."
Ohkura felt everything inside of him calling a warning, but he couldn't listen to them. Even if it meant certain doom to let Yasuda touch him like that, even if it would cause something that would make him obvious, Ohkura couldn't say no. Leaning back onto the bed, Ohkura felt his mind numbing with desire.
Yasuda looked at him for a moment before laughing and scooting closer. "I meant lay on your stomach, but that'll work too." Ohkura considered moving after giving Yasuda an icy stare, but then the other man was throwing a leg over him and moving his body to straddle his waist. Ohkura inhaled deeply, feeling like he could have lost it there. Then Yasuda's hand were running down his chest. "Relax. I'm a professional." Ohkura scoffed and let his eyes slip shut, partially to relax and partially to hide what he knew would be showing there.
"A professional what?" he asked with a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Hmm, I guess you'll just have to find out," at that Ohkura peeked out of one half-lidded eye at the other man to see him staring down pretty intently at his chest. Suddenly he moved his hands to Ohkura's shoulders, pressing his fingers into the muscle around them. Ohkura had to surpress a moan at the feeling, the sound getting caught in his throat. Closing his eyes, Ohkura tried to just enjoy the way it felt as Yasuda's hands slowly worked some of the tension out of his shoulders. It was difficult, but he slowly found himself relaxing a little.
At first, Ohkura didn't realize Yasuda's hands were moving because of how subtle it was, but then he felt one finger ghost over one of his nipples. He sucked in a breath as Yasuda laughed and apologized, although he didn't sound like he meant it at all. Yasuda's fingers continued to press into the muscles in the chest, making Ohkura's blood race. He was starting to think this was actually a really bad idea, but he couldn't bring himself to move. It went on like that for a while, Yasuda's hands slowly working down his chest when suddenly Ohkura felt his weight lifting off of him. Ohkura's eyes opened enough to see Yasuda scooting down some before lowering himself back down. It would have made perfect sense that he'd move back to give himself space to massage the rest, but Yasuda sat right down on the very top of his thighs. Ohkura felt his body tighten with fear because he could feel his own hardness and knew that if he shifted against it, Yasuda would be able to feel it too.
No longer feeling at ease, Ohkura couldn't relax into Yasuda's touch as his fingers worked against his ribcage. At one spot, Ohkura felt his body jerk, Yasuda hitting a ticklish spot. Yasuda's eyes widened a little before a slow smile spread over his face. "Close your eyes," he said softly. Ohkura thought about retorting, but then just took a breath and did as he was told. Suddenly Yasuda's hands moved down and to the side, gripping his waist firmly. But the most shocking thing was when Ohkura suddenly felt his hips shift on top of him, sliding into his own. Sucking in a breath at the way Yasuda pressed against his cock, Ohkura opened his eyes to see Yasuda's cheeks slightly tinted pink, his mouth open slightly. He breathed in just as deeply, his eyes moving to meet Ohkura's before he repeated the motion, this time a little more demandingly. Ohkura felt his body tighten at the way Yasuda looked, at how sexy it was.
Moving his hands from where they had felt like bricks by his side, Ohkura slid his fingers over Yasuda's knees. It was an telling moment, when they were looking at each other, both with desire lacing their features. Ohkura didn't even feel like he had to say anything. Instead he pulled himself up into a sitting position, something easy to do because of how low Yasuda was sitting. Only inches away from the other man, Ohkura trailed his eyes over his face, moving his arms further up Yasuda's legs.
Yasuda was the first one to move, leaning in to press his lips firmly against Ohkura's. He kissed demandingly, opening his mouth quickly and pressing his tongue out. Ohkura moaned into the kiss, squeezing Yasuda's thighs, digging his fingers into the material of his pants. Yasuda made a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine, and that was all Ohkura needed to hear. Moving his hands, he got a fist full of Yasuda's shirt and yanked it over his head. Throwing it to the ground, Ohkura moved his hands back down to grab Yasuda's hips, using his own weight to toss him over. Yasuda looked up at him with wide eye and a grin.
Ohkura didn't waste any time before moving his hands to Yasuda's pants. They were both already really worked up anyway. Yasuda stared up at him so intently that Ohkura was almost afraid he had made the wrong move, but when his hands slowed, Yasuda whined and bucked his hips at him. "Come on," he said, his voice a little demanding and a little playful.
Although he could have played some, Ohkura felt too impatient, and maybe also a little afraid that if he waited, Yasuda might change his mind. No matter what kind of repercussion this might have, Ohkura didn't want to stop himself. As he slowly pulled off Yasuda's pants, Ohkura let his eyes trail over the bulge of his penis. He felt his blood rush just by looking at it. Licking his lips slowly, Ohkura reached down to run his fingers over it, making Yasuda gasp and arch into the touch. Ohkura felt himself smile as he moved his hands back up to grab the waist band and pull them down as well. After his clothes were out of the way, Yasuda leaned up to help Ohkura take his pants off too. Ohkura watched as his hands deftly unhooked the button and slid the zipper down. He couldn't help but think about those hands, that mouth on his cock.
Once they wre both naked, Ohkura leaned back over him, pressing his mouth against Yasuda's demandingly. He pressed his tongue into the other man's mouth, tasting him as he ran it over every inch he could reach. While kissing, Ohkura moved his hand down between them to run his fingers over Yasuda's cock. Pulling back just a little, Ohkura asked, "Do you have something?"
Yasuda looked at him blankly for a moment before his question seemed to register. "Yeah," he responded breathily, his eyelids low in a way that made it look like he was really turned on. Yasuda motioned to the little table by his bed, not bothering to move and get it himself. Ohkura simple leaned over and opened the top drawer. He had to dig around some to find it, but he managed to find some lube and a condom fairly quickly, which was good because he was starting to feel frustrated and his body felt like it needed much more.
Not pausing, Ohkura leaned back in and pressed a series of kisses down Yasuda's neck as he popped open the bottle of lube and spread it on a couple of finger. Using his other hand and his legs, Ohkura nudged Yasuda's legs apart until the other man moved them to give him an accommodating amount of space. Ohkura spread a generous amount of lube on before slowly pressing a finger in. Yasuda was tight, but the way he moaned made Ohkura think this definitely wasn't his first time. He seemed really comfortable with it. While he didn't exactly mind, Ohkura felt a sort of competitiveness swell up inside him, because he wanted to be better than anyone else, wanted Yasuda to want him more.
Yasuda seemed eager for more and started to moan and press his hips up more demandingly, so Ohkura started to slide in another finger. Yasuda's breath sounded heavier, and Ohkura could see his own chest rising and falling more rapidly. He worked the fingers inside of Yasuda until he was pretty sure he could handle him. When he pulled them out Yasuda took a deep, shaky breath and looked up at him with desire in his eyes. Ohkura bit his lip and leaned over to press a slow kiss against Yasuda's mouth before pulling Yasuda's legs further up his hips and positioning himself at his entrance. He pushed in slowly, but not too slow. Yasuda's eyes clenched shut and he moaned as he was stretched further. Ohkura didn't really stop until he was pushed in as far as he could go, at which point he slowly moved his hips against the smaller man. The resulting moan made him feel more comfortable with what they were doing.
Starting a steady pace, Ohkura pulled out and pushed back in. Yasuda moaned and pressed his hands against Ohkura's arms. As he slowly started moving faster, Ohkura could feel the pressure of Yasuda's finger against his arms intensify. It felt good in combination with the way his penis felt sliding in and out of him. Ohkura could feel the pent up desire making his body get closer faster than usual. Reaching down, Ohkura wrapped a hand around Yasuda's penis, wanting to bring him to an orgasm first. He started slowly pulling his hand up and down as he tilted his hips to hit Yasuda's prostate more directly. Yasuda moaned and bucked his hips against him, his head digging back into the pillow.
"Ohkura," he moaned softly, pushing up against him in a way that drove Ohkura's body crazy. He started pushing harder, faster, making Yasuda moan even more. Even though Ohkura wanted to hold onto this moment, he couldn't really control himself since he wanted it so much. He jerked his hips into Yasuda until he felt him clenching around him, which was enough to send him over the edge too.
Gulping down deep breaths, Ohkura fell over onto the bed beside Yasuda, who gave him a cheeky smile. "What?" He asked, too relaxed and happy to be annoyed.
"I was just thinking," Yasuda started, his voice breathy from sex, "I'm pretty good too, right?"
It took Ohkura a moment to remember that he was referring to the massage, although he also suspected he might have meant more than that. Smiling, Ohkura shook his head. "I think you might have to demonstrate one more time. Once isn't enough for an accurate opinion."
"Okay," Yasuda responded with a smile, making Ohkura smile in return. He would definitely have to try that again.
Pairing: Ohkura/Yasuda.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Massages, sex.
Summary: Ohkura has a bad habit of touching Yasuda. One day that gets him into a situation he wouldn't have anticipated.
Author's Note: Written for the 2011 k8_exchange for chiseenpaw. I enjoyed writing it, and getting into Ohkura and Yasuda.
Ohkura had a habit of touching Yasuda after work. Whether it was after a photoshoot, rehearsal, or even a concert, he just couldn't help himself. Maybe it wasn't like that at first, but over time it just got harder to ignore. It was after a shoot that time. Yasuda was sitting in the dressing room, fiddling with something that Ohkura couldn't see from behind. Without really even thinking about it, Ohkura walked past Yoko, Subaru, and Ryo who were having a discussion he was almost certain he didn't want to know more about after hearing the word, 'tastes good,' from Yoko, 'sexy,' from Ryo, and seeing the lecherous twist to Subaru's lips. Part of him was curious, but another part was wiser and the biggest part of him was intent on Yasuda.
The other two weren't in the room, and Ohkura didn't really feel the need to think about anyone else when he stepped up behind Yasuda. Although he didn't seem to notice when Ohkura got close, he didn't seem too surprised by the hands suddenly pressing down against his shoulders. His back straightened a little though, and as Ohkura slowly started to work his fingers into the muscle, he let out a quiet satisfied moan at the attention. Ohkura felt his body tighten at the sound, something he yearned for. It was a sound that wouldn't be obviously weird to anyone else, if they could even hear it. Ohkura knew they weren't really paying attention, and a friendly shoulder massage wouldn't look unnatural to anyone, but Ohkura knew it wasn't normal. He knew the effect it had on him, and he thought Yasuda might know as well. Maybe it was just his desires affecting the way he viewed the other man, but the way Yasuda reacted to him, just felt like he had to know. That, or he was incredibly naive.
Ohkura felt his eyes glued to where his hands were slowly working the tension out of Yasuda's shoulders. There wasn't a whole lot there really, but he was willing to pretend like there was just so he could keep touching the other man. Slowly Yasuda's head fell back. His eyes were closed, his lips turned just slightly up at the corners. His eyes opened in no hurry, locking with Ohkura's own intent gaze. At the connection, Ohkura felt his body tense, Yasuda's eyes not moving away as he kept rubbing his fingers into the muscle. Yasuda's lips turned up a little more, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Good work today," came the soft, relaxed sounding voice of his bandmate. Ohkura found himself looking at the way his lips formed around the words, his own mind instantly creating illustrious images of how it would feel to kiss him, how good those lips would feel wrapped around him. That was something he'd thought about often enough, something he was unfortunately too chicken to go after. Ohkura found himself imagining just how easy it would be to lean over and capture those lips when he felt someone slap his shoulder. Sending a smoldering look at Ryo, Ohkura felt his blood boil and he let his hands drop from Yasuda's shoulders.
"Get a room," Yoko suggested dryly, although Ohkura was pretty sure he had no idea how appropriate that statement was.
Ryo simply moved to sit in the chair beside Yasuda and propped his feet up on the table. "While you're at it, my feet have been killing me." Ohkura only gave him an icy look before turning and walking away from the group. He could hear them laughing about something as he got further away, and he could hear the way Yasuda's breath hitched in a giggle. He didn't want to know.
It wasn't until he was headed home that he ran into the other man again. Just s he was leaving the building, Yasuda somehow managed to slide right up next to him, falling into step with him, so inconspicuous that Ohkura almost didn't notice him.
"Thanks for the massage earlier," he said simply, making Ohkura raise his eyebrow as he looked over. Yasuda hadn't usually thanked him for things like that. "You ran off so fast," he added slowly. "I was going to ask if you wanted to come over sometime and see my pictures."
Ohkura had to look twice at the other man as they walked, his own footsteps slowing slightly as he thought about the possibility of going over to his place. It had been a long time since he'd been over there. It was definitely tempting, although he wasn't so sure he wanted to see whatever pictures Yasuda was talking about. Yasuda liked to take pictures, of various things, of people even. Ohkura could clearly remember the times he'd found out he was the subject of some of Yasuda's pictures. Ot always felt a little too good to be true, and little too easy to read into. That was why Ohkura tried not to think too much, and going over to Yasuda's place would just make that more difficult. Not that he would say no though, not unless he was actually busy.
Before he knew it, Ohkura found himself at Yasuda's door, waiting for him to unlock it as he fumbled with the key that had lightning bolts running up the metal. Ohkura wasn't surprised to see that Yasuda's keys were as flamboyant as his apparel tended to be. Stepping into the smaller man's home, Ohkura felt his stomach flutter with nerves. It wasn't like anything would happen, but just the thought of it made him aware of how much better it would be if he suddenly came up with plans that would require his immediate removal from the premises. Yasuda was just too tempting, and they were just too alone. Ohkura had to take a deep breath to keep himself from getting too caught up in the thought of it.
Yasuda's place was pretty much the same as he remembered. There were a few things that looked thrown around, as if Yasuda was just too lazy to put it back up in the right place. But it wasn't dirty. If anything, Yasuda might have had one of the nicest smelling apartments out all the guys in the band.
Instead of offering Ohkura a drink, Yasuda grabbed his hand and quickly started pulling him through the house, barely giving Ohkura enough time to finish slipping out of his shoes. He looked back at the one laying halfway between him and where it should have been and shrugged. It wasn't like it would hurt anything, and it wasn't his house. Yasuda led him to his room, where he had a bunch of pictures lying across a long, gilded chest at the foot of his bed. Ohkura remembered him talking about buying it, but he couldn't remember where it was from.
Yasuda released Ohkura's hand and stepped closer to the chest. Ohkura just watched him for a moment, as he bent over the photos. "Come on," the shorter man commanded, turning back with a grin. Ohkura pursed his lips as if slightly annoyed, although it was obviously fake. Moving up beside Yasuda, Ohkura slowly let his eyes slip from the other man to the pictures lying in front of them. "Normally, I wouldn't have made you look at them, but these are special."
At Yasuda's words, Ohkura felt himself become more curious. The pictures directly in front of him were of buildings, though they did look familiar. Reaching out, and leaning down, Ohkura slid the ones on top to the side. He felt his breath hitch slightly when he saw his profile in one, an angle of his face in another. There were several pictures of him, and Ohkura felt himself drawn back to the first time he'd seen pictures Yasuda had taken of him, how uncomfortable it had made him feel because of how much he liked it. Biting his lip Ohkura tilted his head slightly, trying not to let anything show.
"They're awful," he teased, receiving a light punch on the arm. "I mean the content is good, but the angles are all messed up."
Ohkura couldn't help but smile when he looked over and saw Yasuda pouting. "It's a good thing you gave me that massage earlier, or else I'd hate you right now." Ohkura felt his mind flashing back to the thought of having his hands on Yasuda.
"My massages are pretty good," he noted thoughtfully, trying to egg Yasuda on.
"They are good," the shorter man said, his eyebrows dropping slightly, and his lips quirking up into a playful looking smile. Ohkura wasn't really sure what it meant until Yasuda added, "How about I return the favor."
It was less of a question, and Ohkura's mind had gone pretty blank except for the thought of Yasuda touching him, so it was pretty easy when Yasuda turned and grabbed a hold of his shirt. Ohkura looked at his hands blankly before being pushed over onto the bed. Ohkura felt his back hit and he leaned back up to look at Yasuda. "Now?" He felt the word slip out in place of anything else he might have been thinking.
Yasuda nodded, still grinning widely. "Yeah, why not," he responded as he crawled onto the bed beside him. Yasuda only stared at him for a moment, making Ohkura feel like an animal caught in headlights, gorgeous, sexy headlights. Suddenly Yasuda reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Ohkura shivered when the cool air hit his nipples. "It'll be easier this way. Lay down."
Ohkura felt everything inside of him calling a warning, but he couldn't listen to them. Even if it meant certain doom to let Yasuda touch him like that, even if it would cause something that would make him obvious, Ohkura couldn't say no. Leaning back onto the bed, Ohkura felt his mind numbing with desire.
Yasuda looked at him for a moment before laughing and scooting closer. "I meant lay on your stomach, but that'll work too." Ohkura considered moving after giving Yasuda an icy stare, but then the other man was throwing a leg over him and moving his body to straddle his waist. Ohkura inhaled deeply, feeling like he could have lost it there. Then Yasuda's hand were running down his chest. "Relax. I'm a professional." Ohkura scoffed and let his eyes slip shut, partially to relax and partially to hide what he knew would be showing there.
"A professional what?" he asked with a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Hmm, I guess you'll just have to find out," at that Ohkura peeked out of one half-lidded eye at the other man to see him staring down pretty intently at his chest. Suddenly he moved his hands to Ohkura's shoulders, pressing his fingers into the muscle around them. Ohkura had to surpress a moan at the feeling, the sound getting caught in his throat. Closing his eyes, Ohkura tried to just enjoy the way it felt as Yasuda's hands slowly worked some of the tension out of his shoulders. It was difficult, but he slowly found himself relaxing a little.
At first, Ohkura didn't realize Yasuda's hands were moving because of how subtle it was, but then he felt one finger ghost over one of his nipples. He sucked in a breath as Yasuda laughed and apologized, although he didn't sound like he meant it at all. Yasuda's fingers continued to press into the muscles in the chest, making Ohkura's blood race. He was starting to think this was actually a really bad idea, but he couldn't bring himself to move. It went on like that for a while, Yasuda's hands slowly working down his chest when suddenly Ohkura felt his weight lifting off of him. Ohkura's eyes opened enough to see Yasuda scooting down some before lowering himself back down. It would have made perfect sense that he'd move back to give himself space to massage the rest, but Yasuda sat right down on the very top of his thighs. Ohkura felt his body tighten with fear because he could feel his own hardness and knew that if he shifted against it, Yasuda would be able to feel it too.
No longer feeling at ease, Ohkura couldn't relax into Yasuda's touch as his fingers worked against his ribcage. At one spot, Ohkura felt his body jerk, Yasuda hitting a ticklish spot. Yasuda's eyes widened a little before a slow smile spread over his face. "Close your eyes," he said softly. Ohkura thought about retorting, but then just took a breath and did as he was told. Suddenly Yasuda's hands moved down and to the side, gripping his waist firmly. But the most shocking thing was when Ohkura suddenly felt his hips shift on top of him, sliding into his own. Sucking in a breath at the way Yasuda pressed against his cock, Ohkura opened his eyes to see Yasuda's cheeks slightly tinted pink, his mouth open slightly. He breathed in just as deeply, his eyes moving to meet Ohkura's before he repeated the motion, this time a little more demandingly. Ohkura felt his body tighten at the way Yasuda looked, at how sexy it was.
Moving his hands from where they had felt like bricks by his side, Ohkura slid his fingers over Yasuda's knees. It was an telling moment, when they were looking at each other, both with desire lacing their features. Ohkura didn't even feel like he had to say anything. Instead he pulled himself up into a sitting position, something easy to do because of how low Yasuda was sitting. Only inches away from the other man, Ohkura trailed his eyes over his face, moving his arms further up Yasuda's legs.
Yasuda was the first one to move, leaning in to press his lips firmly against Ohkura's. He kissed demandingly, opening his mouth quickly and pressing his tongue out. Ohkura moaned into the kiss, squeezing Yasuda's thighs, digging his fingers into the material of his pants. Yasuda made a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine, and that was all Ohkura needed to hear. Moving his hands, he got a fist full of Yasuda's shirt and yanked it over his head. Throwing it to the ground, Ohkura moved his hands back down to grab Yasuda's hips, using his own weight to toss him over. Yasuda looked up at him with wide eye and a grin.
Ohkura didn't waste any time before moving his hands to Yasuda's pants. They were both already really worked up anyway. Yasuda stared up at him so intently that Ohkura was almost afraid he had made the wrong move, but when his hands slowed, Yasuda whined and bucked his hips at him. "Come on," he said, his voice a little demanding and a little playful.
Although he could have played some, Ohkura felt too impatient, and maybe also a little afraid that if he waited, Yasuda might change his mind. No matter what kind of repercussion this might have, Ohkura didn't want to stop himself. As he slowly pulled off Yasuda's pants, Ohkura let his eyes trail over the bulge of his penis. He felt his blood rush just by looking at it. Licking his lips slowly, Ohkura reached down to run his fingers over it, making Yasuda gasp and arch into the touch. Ohkura felt himself smile as he moved his hands back up to grab the waist band and pull them down as well. After his clothes were out of the way, Yasuda leaned up to help Ohkura take his pants off too. Ohkura watched as his hands deftly unhooked the button and slid the zipper down. He couldn't help but think about those hands, that mouth on his cock.
Once they wre both naked, Ohkura leaned back over him, pressing his mouth against Yasuda's demandingly. He pressed his tongue into the other man's mouth, tasting him as he ran it over every inch he could reach. While kissing, Ohkura moved his hand down between them to run his fingers over Yasuda's cock. Pulling back just a little, Ohkura asked, "Do you have something?"
Yasuda looked at him blankly for a moment before his question seemed to register. "Yeah," he responded breathily, his eyelids low in a way that made it look like he was really turned on. Yasuda motioned to the little table by his bed, not bothering to move and get it himself. Ohkura simple leaned over and opened the top drawer. He had to dig around some to find it, but he managed to find some lube and a condom fairly quickly, which was good because he was starting to feel frustrated and his body felt like it needed much more.
Not pausing, Ohkura leaned back in and pressed a series of kisses down Yasuda's neck as he popped open the bottle of lube and spread it on a couple of finger. Using his other hand and his legs, Ohkura nudged Yasuda's legs apart until the other man moved them to give him an accommodating amount of space. Ohkura spread a generous amount of lube on before slowly pressing a finger in. Yasuda was tight, but the way he moaned made Ohkura think this definitely wasn't his first time. He seemed really comfortable with it. While he didn't exactly mind, Ohkura felt a sort of competitiveness swell up inside him, because he wanted to be better than anyone else, wanted Yasuda to want him more.
Yasuda seemed eager for more and started to moan and press his hips up more demandingly, so Ohkura started to slide in another finger. Yasuda's breath sounded heavier, and Ohkura could see his own chest rising and falling more rapidly. He worked the fingers inside of Yasuda until he was pretty sure he could handle him. When he pulled them out Yasuda took a deep, shaky breath and looked up at him with desire in his eyes. Ohkura bit his lip and leaned over to press a slow kiss against Yasuda's mouth before pulling Yasuda's legs further up his hips and positioning himself at his entrance. He pushed in slowly, but not too slow. Yasuda's eyes clenched shut and he moaned as he was stretched further. Ohkura didn't really stop until he was pushed in as far as he could go, at which point he slowly moved his hips against the smaller man. The resulting moan made him feel more comfortable with what they were doing.
Starting a steady pace, Ohkura pulled out and pushed back in. Yasuda moaned and pressed his hands against Ohkura's arms. As he slowly started moving faster, Ohkura could feel the pressure of Yasuda's finger against his arms intensify. It felt good in combination with the way his penis felt sliding in and out of him. Ohkura could feel the pent up desire making his body get closer faster than usual. Reaching down, Ohkura wrapped a hand around Yasuda's penis, wanting to bring him to an orgasm first. He started slowly pulling his hand up and down as he tilted his hips to hit Yasuda's prostate more directly. Yasuda moaned and bucked his hips against him, his head digging back into the pillow.
"Ohkura," he moaned softly, pushing up against him in a way that drove Ohkura's body crazy. He started pushing harder, faster, making Yasuda moan even more. Even though Ohkura wanted to hold onto this moment, he couldn't really control himself since he wanted it so much. He jerked his hips into Yasuda until he felt him clenching around him, which was enough to send him over the edge too.
Gulping down deep breaths, Ohkura fell over onto the bed beside Yasuda, who gave him a cheeky smile. "What?" He asked, too relaxed and happy to be annoyed.
"I was just thinking," Yasuda started, his voice breathy from sex, "I'm pretty good too, right?"
It took Ohkura a moment to remember that he was referring to the massage, although he also suspected he might have meant more than that. Smiling, Ohkura shook his head. "I think you might have to demonstrate one more time. Once isn't enough for an accurate opinion."
"Okay," Yasuda responded with a smile, making Ohkura smile in return. He would definitely have to try that again.