fic; tradition
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Title: Tradition
Pairing: Ryo/Shige/Yamapi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yamapi and Ryo have a plan to celebrate Shige being part of the year of the rabbit.
Author’s Note: 3256 words. For the NYE challenge. I started this before I saw countdown or it definitely would’ve been much different and involved Shige in bunny ears. >__> inspired in part by it being Shige’s year and by sexy, hot Yamapi, the NEWS LIVEx3 concert, and Ryo’s hot, porn star voice from the documentary. >__> Lol, I just BARELY made this on time, so ignore the really awful and rushed ending. ^^; I hope you enjoy it!!
The other participants:
bubbly | debrogliewave | greatfountain | katmillia | miss_jelly | psychoniji | ryogrande | sashjun | snoozing_kitten | tatoeba | yuumei_nata
“It’s tradition,” is all Yamapi says when Shige stares at him with surprise and confusion. “We’ve all done it when it was our year. Right, Ryo-chan?”
Beside him, Ryo just barely nods, staring at Shige with a dark expression on his face that has Shige wondering if he wants to punch him to kiss him. From the way things are looking, the latter is probably what he’s thinking, and Shige, although not expecting this in the slightest (they’d only gone out for celebratory drinks after a late photo shoot and then relocated back at Yamapi’s place), can’t say he’s entirely unopposed to the prospect.
He looks back at Yamapi who has a similar expression in his eyes, and says, “If it’s tradition then shouldn’t Tegoshi be here, too?”
“Don’t worry about Tegoshi,” Yamapi says. “He’s already been taken care of.”
And Shige’s eyes widen when he remembers how Koyama and Massu instantly took him away after Countdown a week ago. “Oh,” he says.
“We wanted to do it after Countdown, too, but Ryo-chan was still in Osaka,” Yamapi explains.
“If this is such a tradition, why haven’t I heard anything about it?”
“Because it’s supposed to be kept secret until-”
“You two talk too much,” Ryo cuts in with a low voice and he’s pushing Yamapi back and nearly climbing over him on the couch to get to Shige.
Shige doesn’t get a chance to protest (not that he was really going to) before Ryo closes his mouth on his. Ryo’s a fierce kisser from the start and it doesn’t surprise Shige in the least, curling his hand against the back of Shige’s neck to pull him closer, coaxing Shige’s lips apart until he can slip his tongue inside and kiss him deeper. Shige reciprocates just as enthusiastically, even though at the same time he can barely believe this is happening, never once in a million years would he guess he’d be kissing Ryo (conveniently ignoring that one time he was so drunk he’d kissed Ryo before passing out; thankfully Ryo had also been drunk enough that he didn’t remember in the morning and Shige decided he never needed to know).
It’s only the need to breathe that makes Shige pull away reluctantly, Ryo gasping against his lips as he meets Yamapi’s eyes over Ryo’s shoulder. Yamapi gives him a tiny smirk that has Shige reaching for him instantly, uncaring when Ryo falls from the couch as Yamapi moves to get closer to Shige.
“Fuckers,” Ryo says angrily but he doesn’t make a move to get up from the floor, eyes on Yamapi and Shige kissing like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
Shige feels his gaze on him but Yamapi’s doing a very good job of distracting him with his tongue, kissing languidly, deeply, and it’s much different than Ryo’s earlier kiss but Shige quite likes this, too. Which is why Shige makes a soft noise of protest when Yamapi pulls back, licking his lips in a way that should be illegal and glancing down at Ryo who looks about ready to pounce.
Yamapi laughs at Ryo’s expression which only makes Ryo glare, and then he’s sliding down to join Ryo on the floor, pushing him onto his back and claiming his lips as Ryo slides his hands around Yamapi’s back. Shige is pretty content just watching for the moment, leaning back against the couch as Yamapi moves against Ryo, as Ryo slips his fingers under Yamapi’s shirt and pulls it up with him, giving Shige a nice view of the muscles working there, reaching out to trace his fingers along Yamapi’s spine and feeling him shiver.
“Shige,” Ryo says in a low voice that startles him. “What are you doing up there?”
“Um,” Shige starts but Ryo breaks the kiss from Yamapi to glower over his shoulder.
“Get down here,” he demands and Shige doesn’t think twice before complying.
The second his knees hit the floor, Ryo grabs fistfuls of his shirt and pulls it over his head, following with his fingers along Shige’s skin, sliding up his sides and across his back, and they’re a little rough, guitar-worn, and make Shige’s insides squirm with pleasure. He leans in to kiss him and Ryo welcomes him eagerly, responds with such vigor that it goes straight to the arousal pooling in the pit of Shige’s stomach.
He nearly jumps when he feels Yamapi’s lips on his ear and his fingers tracing across the hem of his pants and he thinks it’s a little unfair being the only one partially naked. He grabs for Yamapi’s shirt and pulls on it until Yamapi chuckles into his ear and moves away enough to get it off. Shige breaks away from Ryo to turn to Yamapi, reaching out to trace his fingers along his abs as Yamapi finds Shige’s mouth with his again.
Ryo’s hands are on Shige’s pants, pulling them undone quickly as if irritated by the fact that they’re all still dressed, even though he’s the one with the most clothes on. But Shige’s definitely okay with Ryo stripping him, especially when a hand closes around his erection and strokes him from base to tip. He keens in Yamapi’s hold, feels Yamapi’s breathless laugh in his mouth and then he’s being pulled away, pushed down onto his back.
Shige hears his heart in his ears because he’s being started at by Yamapi and Ryo who remain kneeling above him. He feels slightly embarrassed, covers it up with a half-hearted glare and pulls Ryo toward him by his shirt. He crushes their mouths together for as long as it takes to struggle with the buttons on Ryo’s shirt, and Yamapi is there to help slide it off his shoulders, pooling on the floor to the side as Ryo moves to get closer and ends up in Shige’s lap.
Shige gasps when Ryo rocks down against him, feels his arousal against his and desperately wants more. He spares a moment wondering how this is all going to work, eyeing Yamapi behind Ryo who is sliding his fingers up and down Ryo’s back, kissing his neck, but then Ryo is knocking the wind out of him with another fierce kiss, gasping into his mouth when Yamapi slides hand to rub against the front of Ryo’s pants.
It only makes Ryo kiss harder, fingers tracing Shige’s skin almost a little too hard in frustration, moving his hips into Yamapi’s touch and making a low growl of a noise when it doesn’t seem to be enough. He pulls away suddenly, leaving Shige feeling slightly disoriented, looking up at Ryo with dazed eyes, and then he’s being grabbed by the hand and pulled to his feet. Yamapi is already heading off down the hall and Ryo pulls Shige along after him, entering Yamapi’s room and pushing Shige onto the bed.
Yamapi catches him, finds his lips and kisses slowly like they have all the time possible to just keep making out like this. Yamapi slides a hand through Shige’s hair, fingers gentle and soothing, causing Shige to sigh softly into his lips, his eyes falling shut.
The open back up when Ryo loudly complains, “Pi, you’re too slow at this.”
It doesn’t surprise Shige that Ryo’s more aggressive in bed, turning around to face him and laughing at his dark scowl. Yamapi presses his lips against Shige’s ear and says, “Ryo-chan’s been waiting a long time for this.”
Before Shige can think about what exactly that means, Ryo’s growling, “Shut up, Pi,” but Shige catches the slight flush on his cheeks. His eyes widen and Ryo’s shooting him a glare before he says, “Why are you still in your clothes?”
“Why are you?” Shige retorts instinctively and Ryo smirks as Yamapi chuckles into Shige’s ear and trails his hands down his sides to push down on his pants.
Ryo has less finesse than that, or he’s just impatient, and Shige’s sure it’s a mix of both as he just grabs Shige’s jeans and pulls them straight off, tossing them somewhere behind him and following with Shige’s boxers. Shige just reaches for Ryo next, fumbling with the fastens on his jeans in his haste until Ryo makes a sound halfway between amusement and impatience and does it himself, getting off the bed and stepping out of the rest of his clothes. Shige turns back to Yamapi and helps him instead, dragging his jeans and underwear down his legs and dropping them onto the floor.
Yamapi pulls Shige to him with a hand in his hair, fusing their mouths together once again and kissing with more urgency than he’s shown all night. It only turns Shige on more, pressing his palms against Yamapi’s stomach, feeling the muscles move with each inhale and exhale of breath, the way he shivers as Shige traces the lines of his abs with his fingernails.
He trails his lips down Yamapi’s jaw, his neck, enjoying the breathless gasps of encouragement from Yamapi and the groan of approval from Ryo who is currently sliding onto his back next to Yamapi, one hand wrapped loosely around himself while the other snakes in between Shige and Yamapi’s bodies to grasp around Yamapi. Yamapi makes a low groan, his hips pushing up into Ryo’s touch instantly just as Shige mouths his collarbone.
When Yamapi pushes down on Shige’s shoulder pointedly, it doesn’t take a genius to know what he wants. Shige hesitates only a second, flicking his eyes up to meet Yamapi’s. He just stares back evenly, his eyes dark and deep, sending a shiver down Shige’s spine and dissipating any remaining uncertainty. He slowly makes his way down Yamapi’s body, pressing his lips along his abs, now tracing those lines with his tongue until Ryo snaps breathlessly beside him, “Fucking get on with it, Shige.”
Shige looks up to see Ryo watching him closely, jerking himself off as Yamapi mouths his shoulder. Shige gives him a tiny smirk and takes his time moving down to where Yamapi most wants him, if the impatient squirming he does is any indication.
Then Yamapi says, “Shige,” in a voice Shige’s never heard before and it’s arousing as hell, making Shige finally stop teasing to wrap his lips around the head of Yamapi’s cock.
Yamapi makes a noise of delight while Ryo mutters, “Fuck yes,” under his breath, and Shige feels slightly powerful, the way they’re both watching him, the way he seems to be controlling both of their pleasures. It’s what makes him suck harder, take Yamapi in deeper, sliding his tongue along the underside before pressing it against the slit at the tip and then repeating the process. Yamapi’s hands find his hair, tangling it up into a mess of sorts and pulling tightly when his cock flirts with the back of Shige’s throat.
Shige nearly jumps with surprise when Yamapi suddenly says, “Ryo-chan,” in a deep voice, and Shige’s only slightly annoyed he’s not saying his name, but then realizes it must have meant something else because he can just barely see Ryo reaching for something on the side table and then moving around on the bed.
He realizes where Ryo’s gone when there are fingers on his ass, sliding down between his legs and brushing over sensitive skin. Shige moans around Yamapi’s cock which makes Yamapi push his hips up into his mouth, groaning as his fingers tighten in Shige’s hair. Shige grabs Yamapi’s hips in an effort to hold him down and for something to distract him from Ryo’s fingers, now slick with lube, press into his body.
Shige rocks back against Ryo when he adds a second finger, then a third, hooking them just right and pressing against something that makes his whole body convulse. Yamapi’s cock falls from his mouth as he gasps in pleasure but, thankfully, Yamapi doesn’t seem too concerned, breathing contently as reaches onto the table to grab a foil packet that he rips with his teeth just as Ryo slips his fingers out of Shige.
Shige watches as he slides the condom on himself and then Ryo’s moving away from behind Shige and Yamapi is sliding out from under him. Ryo pulls Shige up further on the bed until he’s propped up on his hands and knees and Yamapi moves to kneel behind him. One of Yamapi’s hands finds his hips while the other trails up his back to fist into his hair. Shige sucks in a breath, his eyes falling shut, when he feels Yamapi’s cock brush against his entrance and then he’s pushing in slowly until his hips are flush with Shige’s ass.
Ryo’s fingers on his face make Shige open his eyes and then Ryo’s kissing him harshly, lips moving together in some kind of erotic dance as Yamapi seems to wait for Shige to adjust before he pulls out and then slams back in. Shige groans loudly into Ryo’s mouth which only seems to fuel them both Ryo and Yamapi on, and Shige can tell Yamapi is close from the way his pace quickens suddenly.
“Y-Yamashita-kun,” Shige gasps, dropping his head onto Ryo’s shoulder as he starts to push back and meet Yamapi’s thrusts that seem to only get deeper and harder as they both get desperate for release. Shige can feel his in his veins, hot in the depths of his stomach, like a fire that has every bit of him burning. He wants to come, needs to, reaches a hand down toward his cock to relieve some of the discomfort.
But before he gets there, Ryo’s grabbed his hand back and Shige gives him what he hopes is a glare and not a pitiful look. He’s pretty sure it’s the latter when Ryo smirks, presses his lips against the corner of his mouth before whispering in this low, husky voice, “Not yet.” His breath against Shige’s lips makes Shige shudder and Yamapi moan as Shige clenches around him, and Shige’s eyes are wide as they search Ryo’s unfathomable gaze. Ryo leans forward, speaking softly into Shige’s ear, “When Pi’s done, I want you to fuck me.”
Shige’s blood rushes faster while behind him Yamapi makes a deep noise, and Shige knows he heard what Ryo said, too. He glances over his shoulder, his heart jumping at the sight of Yamapi thrusting into him, his dark hair in his face, eyes almost unseeing as he’s lost in the sensations, his chest glistening with sweat. Shige turns back to Ryo who is lying back casually against the pillows, looking far more put together than Shige would like, and gives Shige a challenging look. Shige knows what he’s trying to say and nods back instantly, feeling more confident than he actually is, but the prospect of fucking Ryo, the idea that Ryo will even want him to, is enough for Shige to want to as well.
His thoughts of Ryo get thrown to the back of his mind when Yamapi makes it clear that he still isn’t done, pulling at Shige’s hips to get him closer as he fucks him faster. The hand in his hair twists his head to the side and Yamapi is leaning over to press a sloppy kiss to his lips. He doesn’t last long after that, though, nails digging into Shige’s hips just this side of painful as he thrusts once, twice, three times and tenses, a drawn-out groan spilling from his lips.
Shige winces slightly as Yamapi pulls out and collapses on the side of the bed, removing the condom and tossing it into the bin by the side of the bed. Before Shige has a chance to catch his breath, Ryo’s shoving him onto his back and straddling his hips, a look of desperation and passion in his face. Shige’s eyes widen in amazement as Ryo grabs the lube and preps himself, fingers pushing in and out with expertise, his eyes locked onto Shige’s, and a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Watching him only makes Shige more turned on, reaching out to grip Ryo’s waist just for something to hold onto, while he props himself up with his other hand and captures Ryo’s mouth. Their kiss is hard like a fight, releasing pent-up frustrations and the heated coil of arousal in their systems.
Then Ryo’s pushing Shige back down, slipping his fingers out and grabbing the condom that Yamapi hands him, looking torn between passing out and watching them. But Shige’s not worried about him, his eyes stuck on Ryo as he hastily puts the condom on him, hissing from Ryo’s fingers on his cock. He already knows he won’t last, and Ryo seems to be in the same position, balancing himself with a hand on Shige’s chest as he lowers himself down and takes Shige in all the way.
Shige chokes on his breath, his eyes clenching shut and forcing himself not to come already. Ryo is tight around him, heat flooding his veins as Shige resists the urge to push Ryo down and fuck him into the mattress.
“Fuck, Shige,” Ryo says in that voice again, the one that has Shige pushing up into him a little too soon because Ryo groans deeply, his nails scratching at Shige’s skin.
“Sorry,” Shige mutters, but Ryo just gives him a look, the one that seems to question his sanity, and Yamapi laughs from the side; clearly he decided watching them was the better option.
And Shige definitely doesn’t mind, liking the way it feels to have Yamapi’s eyes on them as Ryo finally starts to move, lifting his hips up and then sliding back down, setting a quick rhythm that makes Shige’s head spin and his arousal strengthen. He holds Ryo’s hips as Ryo rocks up and down, and once he seems accustomed to Shige inside him, Shige joins in, planting his feet firmly on the bed and using the leverage to meet Ryo’s efforts.
Shige lets out a sudden grunt when Yamapi reaches over and takes Ryo’s erection in his hand and Ryo clenches tightly around his cock. He fights through the resistance, muttering words that he’s sure are not in any dictionary anywhere in the world but finding that he doesn’t care, his mind focusing only on the sensations that ripple through his body.
Ryo’s moaning something that sounds like Shige’s name, over and over again, as he moves faster in Shige’s lap. He leans in, hands in Shige’s hair, and gasps against his lips, his body shaking when Shige thrusts into him particularly roughly, but it only makes him rock back harder, taking Shige in deeper until he comes hard over Yamapi’s fingers, crying out and accidentally biting Shige’s lower lip.
Shige only makes it a few thrusts after, pushing past the tightness until he can’t take it any longer, giving into his burning arousal and coming with an embarrassingly loud groan into Ryo’s neck.
Ryo pulls away, removing Shige’s condom for him and depositing it into the trash before collapsing onto the bed on Shige’s other side. Shige’s heart is still racing and he looks back and forth between Yamapi and Ryo. Yamapi just looks sleepy, but he’s smiling at Shige and curling up next to him, while Ryo just smirks and says, “Well? Don’t you have anything to say?”
Shige just laughs as drowsiness starts to seep into him. He thinks about it for a second before grinning and replying, “I think approve of this tradition,” making Yamapi laugh while Ryo just rolls his eyes.
end.
Title: Tradition
Pairing: Ryo/Shige/Yamapi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yamapi and Ryo have a plan to celebrate Shige being part of the year of the rabbit.
Author’s Note: 3256 words. For the NYE challenge. I started this before I saw countdown or it definitely would’ve been much different and involved Shige in bunny ears. >__> inspired in part by it being Shige’s year and by sexy, hot Yamapi, the NEWS LIVEx3 concert, and Ryo’s hot, porn star voice from the documentary. >__> Lol, I just BARELY made this on time, so ignore the really awful and rushed ending. ^^; I hope you enjoy it!!
The other participants:
bubbly | debrogliewave | greatfountain | katmillia | miss_jelly | psychoniji | ryogrande | sashjun | snoozing_kitten | tatoeba | yuumei_nata
“It’s tradition,” is all Yamapi says when Shige stares at him with surprise and confusion. “We’ve all done it when it was our year. Right, Ryo-chan?”
Beside him, Ryo just barely nods, staring at Shige with a dark expression on his face that has Shige wondering if he wants to punch him to kiss him. From the way things are looking, the latter is probably what he’s thinking, and Shige, although not expecting this in the slightest (they’d only gone out for celebratory drinks after a late photo shoot and then relocated back at Yamapi’s place), can’t say he’s entirely unopposed to the prospect.
He looks back at Yamapi who has a similar expression in his eyes, and says, “If it’s tradition then shouldn’t Tegoshi be here, too?”
“Don’t worry about Tegoshi,” Yamapi says. “He’s already been taken care of.”
And Shige’s eyes widen when he remembers how Koyama and Massu instantly took him away after Countdown a week ago. “Oh,” he says.
“We wanted to do it after Countdown, too, but Ryo-chan was still in Osaka,” Yamapi explains.
“If this is such a tradition, why haven’t I heard anything about it?”
“Because it’s supposed to be kept secret until-”
“You two talk too much,” Ryo cuts in with a low voice and he’s pushing Yamapi back and nearly climbing over him on the couch to get to Shige.
Shige doesn’t get a chance to protest (not that he was really going to) before Ryo closes his mouth on his. Ryo’s a fierce kisser from the start and it doesn’t surprise Shige in the least, curling his hand against the back of Shige’s neck to pull him closer, coaxing Shige’s lips apart until he can slip his tongue inside and kiss him deeper. Shige reciprocates just as enthusiastically, even though at the same time he can barely believe this is happening, never once in a million years would he guess he’d be kissing Ryo (conveniently ignoring that one time he was so drunk he’d kissed Ryo before passing out; thankfully Ryo had also been drunk enough that he didn’t remember in the morning and Shige decided he never needed to know).
It’s only the need to breathe that makes Shige pull away reluctantly, Ryo gasping against his lips as he meets Yamapi’s eyes over Ryo’s shoulder. Yamapi gives him a tiny smirk that has Shige reaching for him instantly, uncaring when Ryo falls from the couch as Yamapi moves to get closer to Shige.
“Fuckers,” Ryo says angrily but he doesn’t make a move to get up from the floor, eyes on Yamapi and Shige kissing like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
Shige feels his gaze on him but Yamapi’s doing a very good job of distracting him with his tongue, kissing languidly, deeply, and it’s much different than Ryo’s earlier kiss but Shige quite likes this, too. Which is why Shige makes a soft noise of protest when Yamapi pulls back, licking his lips in a way that should be illegal and glancing down at Ryo who looks about ready to pounce.
Yamapi laughs at Ryo’s expression which only makes Ryo glare, and then he’s sliding down to join Ryo on the floor, pushing him onto his back and claiming his lips as Ryo slides his hands around Yamapi’s back. Shige is pretty content just watching for the moment, leaning back against the couch as Yamapi moves against Ryo, as Ryo slips his fingers under Yamapi’s shirt and pulls it up with him, giving Shige a nice view of the muscles working there, reaching out to trace his fingers along Yamapi’s spine and feeling him shiver.
“Shige,” Ryo says in a low voice that startles him. “What are you doing up there?”
“Um,” Shige starts but Ryo breaks the kiss from Yamapi to glower over his shoulder.
“Get down here,” he demands and Shige doesn’t think twice before complying.
The second his knees hit the floor, Ryo grabs fistfuls of his shirt and pulls it over his head, following with his fingers along Shige’s skin, sliding up his sides and across his back, and they’re a little rough, guitar-worn, and make Shige’s insides squirm with pleasure. He leans in to kiss him and Ryo welcomes him eagerly, responds with such vigor that it goes straight to the arousal pooling in the pit of Shige’s stomach.
He nearly jumps when he feels Yamapi’s lips on his ear and his fingers tracing across the hem of his pants and he thinks it’s a little unfair being the only one partially naked. He grabs for Yamapi’s shirt and pulls on it until Yamapi chuckles into his ear and moves away enough to get it off. Shige breaks away from Ryo to turn to Yamapi, reaching out to trace his fingers along his abs as Yamapi finds Shige’s mouth with his again.
Ryo’s hands are on Shige’s pants, pulling them undone quickly as if irritated by the fact that they’re all still dressed, even though he’s the one with the most clothes on. But Shige’s definitely okay with Ryo stripping him, especially when a hand closes around his erection and strokes him from base to tip. He keens in Yamapi’s hold, feels Yamapi’s breathless laugh in his mouth and then he’s being pulled away, pushed down onto his back.
Shige hears his heart in his ears because he’s being started at by Yamapi and Ryo who remain kneeling above him. He feels slightly embarrassed, covers it up with a half-hearted glare and pulls Ryo toward him by his shirt. He crushes their mouths together for as long as it takes to struggle with the buttons on Ryo’s shirt, and Yamapi is there to help slide it off his shoulders, pooling on the floor to the side as Ryo moves to get closer and ends up in Shige’s lap.
Shige gasps when Ryo rocks down against him, feels his arousal against his and desperately wants more. He spares a moment wondering how this is all going to work, eyeing Yamapi behind Ryo who is sliding his fingers up and down Ryo’s back, kissing his neck, but then Ryo is knocking the wind out of him with another fierce kiss, gasping into his mouth when Yamapi slides hand to rub against the front of Ryo’s pants.
It only makes Ryo kiss harder, fingers tracing Shige’s skin almost a little too hard in frustration, moving his hips into Yamapi’s touch and making a low growl of a noise when it doesn’t seem to be enough. He pulls away suddenly, leaving Shige feeling slightly disoriented, looking up at Ryo with dazed eyes, and then he’s being grabbed by the hand and pulled to his feet. Yamapi is already heading off down the hall and Ryo pulls Shige along after him, entering Yamapi’s room and pushing Shige onto the bed.
Yamapi catches him, finds his lips and kisses slowly like they have all the time possible to just keep making out like this. Yamapi slides a hand through Shige’s hair, fingers gentle and soothing, causing Shige to sigh softly into his lips, his eyes falling shut.
The open back up when Ryo loudly complains, “Pi, you’re too slow at this.”
It doesn’t surprise Shige that Ryo’s more aggressive in bed, turning around to face him and laughing at his dark scowl. Yamapi presses his lips against Shige’s ear and says, “Ryo-chan’s been waiting a long time for this.”
Before Shige can think about what exactly that means, Ryo’s growling, “Shut up, Pi,” but Shige catches the slight flush on his cheeks. His eyes widen and Ryo’s shooting him a glare before he says, “Why are you still in your clothes?”
“Why are you?” Shige retorts instinctively and Ryo smirks as Yamapi chuckles into Shige’s ear and trails his hands down his sides to push down on his pants.
Ryo has less finesse than that, or he’s just impatient, and Shige’s sure it’s a mix of both as he just grabs Shige’s jeans and pulls them straight off, tossing them somewhere behind him and following with Shige’s boxers. Shige just reaches for Ryo next, fumbling with the fastens on his jeans in his haste until Ryo makes a sound halfway between amusement and impatience and does it himself, getting off the bed and stepping out of the rest of his clothes. Shige turns back to Yamapi and helps him instead, dragging his jeans and underwear down his legs and dropping them onto the floor.
Yamapi pulls Shige to him with a hand in his hair, fusing their mouths together once again and kissing with more urgency than he’s shown all night. It only turns Shige on more, pressing his palms against Yamapi’s stomach, feeling the muscles move with each inhale and exhale of breath, the way he shivers as Shige traces the lines of his abs with his fingernails.
He trails his lips down Yamapi’s jaw, his neck, enjoying the breathless gasps of encouragement from Yamapi and the groan of approval from Ryo who is currently sliding onto his back next to Yamapi, one hand wrapped loosely around himself while the other snakes in between Shige and Yamapi’s bodies to grasp around Yamapi. Yamapi makes a low groan, his hips pushing up into Ryo’s touch instantly just as Shige mouths his collarbone.
When Yamapi pushes down on Shige’s shoulder pointedly, it doesn’t take a genius to know what he wants. Shige hesitates only a second, flicking his eyes up to meet Yamapi’s. He just stares back evenly, his eyes dark and deep, sending a shiver down Shige’s spine and dissipating any remaining uncertainty. He slowly makes his way down Yamapi’s body, pressing his lips along his abs, now tracing those lines with his tongue until Ryo snaps breathlessly beside him, “Fucking get on with it, Shige.”
Shige looks up to see Ryo watching him closely, jerking himself off as Yamapi mouths his shoulder. Shige gives him a tiny smirk and takes his time moving down to where Yamapi most wants him, if the impatient squirming he does is any indication.
Then Yamapi says, “Shige,” in a voice Shige’s never heard before and it’s arousing as hell, making Shige finally stop teasing to wrap his lips around the head of Yamapi’s cock.
Yamapi makes a noise of delight while Ryo mutters, “Fuck yes,” under his breath, and Shige feels slightly powerful, the way they’re both watching him, the way he seems to be controlling both of their pleasures. It’s what makes him suck harder, take Yamapi in deeper, sliding his tongue along the underside before pressing it against the slit at the tip and then repeating the process. Yamapi’s hands find his hair, tangling it up into a mess of sorts and pulling tightly when his cock flirts with the back of Shige’s throat.
Shige nearly jumps with surprise when Yamapi suddenly says, “Ryo-chan,” in a deep voice, and Shige’s only slightly annoyed he’s not saying his name, but then realizes it must have meant something else because he can just barely see Ryo reaching for something on the side table and then moving around on the bed.
He realizes where Ryo’s gone when there are fingers on his ass, sliding down between his legs and brushing over sensitive skin. Shige moans around Yamapi’s cock which makes Yamapi push his hips up into his mouth, groaning as his fingers tighten in Shige’s hair. Shige grabs Yamapi’s hips in an effort to hold him down and for something to distract him from Ryo’s fingers, now slick with lube, press into his body.
Shige rocks back against Ryo when he adds a second finger, then a third, hooking them just right and pressing against something that makes his whole body convulse. Yamapi’s cock falls from his mouth as he gasps in pleasure but, thankfully, Yamapi doesn’t seem too concerned, breathing contently as reaches onto the table to grab a foil packet that he rips with his teeth just as Ryo slips his fingers out of Shige.
Shige watches as he slides the condom on himself and then Ryo’s moving away from behind Shige and Yamapi is sliding out from under him. Ryo pulls Shige up further on the bed until he’s propped up on his hands and knees and Yamapi moves to kneel behind him. One of Yamapi’s hands finds his hips while the other trails up his back to fist into his hair. Shige sucks in a breath, his eyes falling shut, when he feels Yamapi’s cock brush against his entrance and then he’s pushing in slowly until his hips are flush with Shige’s ass.
Ryo’s fingers on his face make Shige open his eyes and then Ryo’s kissing him harshly, lips moving together in some kind of erotic dance as Yamapi seems to wait for Shige to adjust before he pulls out and then slams back in. Shige groans loudly into Ryo’s mouth which only seems to fuel them both Ryo and Yamapi on, and Shige can tell Yamapi is close from the way his pace quickens suddenly.
“Y-Yamashita-kun,” Shige gasps, dropping his head onto Ryo’s shoulder as he starts to push back and meet Yamapi’s thrusts that seem to only get deeper and harder as they both get desperate for release. Shige can feel his in his veins, hot in the depths of his stomach, like a fire that has every bit of him burning. He wants to come, needs to, reaches a hand down toward his cock to relieve some of the discomfort.
But before he gets there, Ryo’s grabbed his hand back and Shige gives him what he hopes is a glare and not a pitiful look. He’s pretty sure it’s the latter when Ryo smirks, presses his lips against the corner of his mouth before whispering in this low, husky voice, “Not yet.” His breath against Shige’s lips makes Shige shudder and Yamapi moan as Shige clenches around him, and Shige’s eyes are wide as they search Ryo’s unfathomable gaze. Ryo leans forward, speaking softly into Shige’s ear, “When Pi’s done, I want you to fuck me.”
Shige’s blood rushes faster while behind him Yamapi makes a deep noise, and Shige knows he heard what Ryo said, too. He glances over his shoulder, his heart jumping at the sight of Yamapi thrusting into him, his dark hair in his face, eyes almost unseeing as he’s lost in the sensations, his chest glistening with sweat. Shige turns back to Ryo who is lying back casually against the pillows, looking far more put together than Shige would like, and gives Shige a challenging look. Shige knows what he’s trying to say and nods back instantly, feeling more confident than he actually is, but the prospect of fucking Ryo, the idea that Ryo will even want him to, is enough for Shige to want to as well.
His thoughts of Ryo get thrown to the back of his mind when Yamapi makes it clear that he still isn’t done, pulling at Shige’s hips to get him closer as he fucks him faster. The hand in his hair twists his head to the side and Yamapi is leaning over to press a sloppy kiss to his lips. He doesn’t last long after that, though, nails digging into Shige’s hips just this side of painful as he thrusts once, twice, three times and tenses, a drawn-out groan spilling from his lips.
Shige winces slightly as Yamapi pulls out and collapses on the side of the bed, removing the condom and tossing it into the bin by the side of the bed. Before Shige has a chance to catch his breath, Ryo’s shoving him onto his back and straddling his hips, a look of desperation and passion in his face. Shige’s eyes widen in amazement as Ryo grabs the lube and preps himself, fingers pushing in and out with expertise, his eyes locked onto Shige’s, and a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Watching him only makes Shige more turned on, reaching out to grip Ryo’s waist just for something to hold onto, while he props himself up with his other hand and captures Ryo’s mouth. Their kiss is hard like a fight, releasing pent-up frustrations and the heated coil of arousal in their systems.
Then Ryo’s pushing Shige back down, slipping his fingers out and grabbing the condom that Yamapi hands him, looking torn between passing out and watching them. But Shige’s not worried about him, his eyes stuck on Ryo as he hastily puts the condom on him, hissing from Ryo’s fingers on his cock. He already knows he won’t last, and Ryo seems to be in the same position, balancing himself with a hand on Shige’s chest as he lowers himself down and takes Shige in all the way.
Shige chokes on his breath, his eyes clenching shut and forcing himself not to come already. Ryo is tight around him, heat flooding his veins as Shige resists the urge to push Ryo down and fuck him into the mattress.
“Fuck, Shige,” Ryo says in that voice again, the one that has Shige pushing up into him a little too soon because Ryo groans deeply, his nails scratching at Shige’s skin.
“Sorry,” Shige mutters, but Ryo just gives him a look, the one that seems to question his sanity, and Yamapi laughs from the side; clearly he decided watching them was the better option.
And Shige definitely doesn’t mind, liking the way it feels to have Yamapi’s eyes on them as Ryo finally starts to move, lifting his hips up and then sliding back down, setting a quick rhythm that makes Shige’s head spin and his arousal strengthen. He holds Ryo’s hips as Ryo rocks up and down, and once he seems accustomed to Shige inside him, Shige joins in, planting his feet firmly on the bed and using the leverage to meet Ryo’s efforts.
Shige lets out a sudden grunt when Yamapi reaches over and takes Ryo’s erection in his hand and Ryo clenches tightly around his cock. He fights through the resistance, muttering words that he’s sure are not in any dictionary anywhere in the world but finding that he doesn’t care, his mind focusing only on the sensations that ripple through his body.
Ryo’s moaning something that sounds like Shige’s name, over and over again, as he moves faster in Shige’s lap. He leans in, hands in Shige’s hair, and gasps against his lips, his body shaking when Shige thrusts into him particularly roughly, but it only makes him rock back harder, taking Shige in deeper until he comes hard over Yamapi’s fingers, crying out and accidentally biting Shige’s lower lip.
Shige only makes it a few thrusts after, pushing past the tightness until he can’t take it any longer, giving into his burning arousal and coming with an embarrassingly loud groan into Ryo’s neck.
Ryo pulls away, removing Shige’s condom for him and depositing it into the trash before collapsing onto the bed on Shige’s other side. Shige’s heart is still racing and he looks back and forth between Yamapi and Ryo. Yamapi just looks sleepy, but he’s smiling at Shige and curling up next to him, while Ryo just smirks and says, “Well? Don’t you have anything to say?”
Shige just laughs as drowsiness starts to seep into him. He thinks about it for a second before grinning and replying, “I think approve of this tradition,” making Yamapi laugh while Ryo just rolls his eyes.
end.