Drabbles
Handcuffs (Pin + special guest)
Jin comes in with a small suitcase. He looks giddy, which makes Pi feel a little wary. Who knows what kind of nuclear weapon he has in there? And even if Jin is a lot less likely than some, like say Ryo, to strike for world domination, he has a tendency to come up with plans bad enough to result in an apocalypse. The world has yet to end, but it doesn’t mean the danger is not eminent.
When Jin starts pulling out seemingly random objects from the suitcase, Pi is dumbfounded. There is a feather, than finger paint... But when Jin pulls out a pair of golden handcuffs, understanding finally downs on Pi and he chokes and nearly dies.
“No,” he says when he regains enough breath to speak, “No way.”
“But Pi! I’ve spent hours gathering these things for my pleasure box. Our pleasure box!”
Jin steps forward and slips one hand under the hem of Yamapi’s shirt and scratches his nails against his stomach. Pi resists a whimper. This smells like doom.
“No. There is nothing you can say or do to make me agree to this.”
Jin smirks and leans in to murmur into his ear. “You get to tie me up?”
Yamapi’s eyes widen and he nods. “Okay, let’s do this.”
“Of course, this is after I’ve done it to you.” Jin adds and slowly rolls his hips into Pi’s, nipping at his ear.
* * *
“Jin, what is Pi doing handcuffed to your bed?” Ryo asks, an eyebrow raised and a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
“That idiot lost the key!” Yamapi spits angrily. He is wearing pants, but no shirt, his hands tied to the headboard above his head, and he looks royally pissed.
“That doesn’t explain what you were doing tied to his bed in the first place,” Ryo points out, amusement more than apparent on his face.
Pi snarls and Jin has the decency to look a bit sheepish.
“I’m not sure which part I find most disturbing: the fact that two of my best friends are having sex together, or the fact that it’s kinky bondage sex. I do know which part I find the most amusing though.”
3 ways in which Ryo finds himself tied up to someone’s bed (Yasu/Ryo, Uchi/Ryo, Pin/Ryo)
1. When Yasu smiles at him and bounces over to say something in his ear, wrapping his arms around his neck, Ryo chuckles at his bandmate's antics and feels completely at ease and comfortable with the physical closeness. But when this somehow leads to Ryo letting himself be tied up to his own bed willingly, he starts wondering if Hina doesn’t have very good reasons to be scared of Yasu.
2. When Kanjani8’s tour stops in Osaka, Uchi meets them at the hotel and they all go out for drinks. Ryo finds himself grinning from ear to ear the whole evening. It almost feels like the old times. Almost.
Later, in Ryo’s hotel room, Uchi pulls out a pink silk scarf from the pocket of his jacket and grins at Ryo.
“What if I refuse to let you go?” he says and twirls the scarf around playfully.
Ryo laughs, but agrees to play the game because he too wants to believe, if only for a moment, that he doesn’t have to go in the morning and leave Uchi behind.
3. At first, Ryo reacts as any grown man would if two of his best friends tackled him to a bed and proceeded to tie him up: he kicks and screams and threatens bloody murder. When it doesn’t work and Ryo ends up tied up to the bed anyway, he glares, insults, then sulks.
But when Yamapi’s tongue traces the incurve of his hip a moment later, and Jin’s fingers tangle into his hair to pull him into a rough kiss, Ryo forgets why he thought it was such a bad idea in the first place.
Idol (Ryo/Uchi)
“I screwed up. I’m the only one to blame. And it’s okay if Akanishi can fuck with everyone and than come back whenever he wants it. We both know this business has never been fair.” There is bitterness in his voice, but it sounds resigned rather than biting.
Ryo doesn’t know what to say. Uchi suddenly appears so grown up and Ryo doesn’t know if he should feel admiration and relief or if he should throw a tantrum because he wants things to be fair and he wants Uchi to fight and, even after so long, he still wants him to come back.
“You know, it’s not so bad. My life is almost normal now,” Uchi says and Ryo finally snaps.
“What’s so great about normal?” He asks in a sharp tone, his voice a bit too loud.
Uchi starts and looks at Ryo with big round eyes. And then he frowns and looks a bit angry too.
“Fuck, Ryo, what do you want me to do? Throw a fit and kick another car?”
Ryo glares, but says nothing. Uchi is pissed off because, for once, he is trying to be mature about this whole deal and Ryo is just being a selfish brat instead of being supportive like a good friend should be.
“We should kick the old man’s car, or set it on fire,” Ryo grumbles, arms crossed over his chest. He looks like a five years old sulking child.
Uchi raises an eyebrow before bursting into a fit of giggles. “You sound like Akanishi. How much time have you been spending with him lately?” he teases.
Ryo tries not to smile and hits him on the arm. “That’s because you’re not around enough,” he mumbles, and then breaks into a small smile and laces in fingers through Uchi’s. ‘I miss you,’ the gesture says, but the words are not uttered, they don’t need to.
Jin comes in with a small suitcase. He looks giddy, which makes Pi feel a little wary. Who knows what kind of nuclear weapon he has in there? And even if Jin is a lot less likely than some, like say Ryo, to strike for world domination, he has a tendency to come up with plans bad enough to result in an apocalypse. The world has yet to end, but it doesn’t mean the danger is not eminent.
When Jin starts pulling out seemingly random objects from the suitcase, Pi is dumbfounded. There is a feather, than finger paint... But when Jin pulls out a pair of golden handcuffs, understanding finally downs on Pi and he chokes and nearly dies.
“No,” he says when he regains enough breath to speak, “No way.”
“But Pi! I’ve spent hours gathering these things for my pleasure box. Our pleasure box!”
Jin steps forward and slips one hand under the hem of Yamapi’s shirt and scratches his nails against his stomach. Pi resists a whimper. This smells like doom.
“No. There is nothing you can say or do to make me agree to this.”
Jin smirks and leans in to murmur into his ear. “You get to tie me up?”
Yamapi’s eyes widen and he nods. “Okay, let’s do this.”
“Of course, this is after I’ve done it to you.” Jin adds and slowly rolls his hips into Pi’s, nipping at his ear.
* * *
“Jin, what is Pi doing handcuffed to your bed?” Ryo asks, an eyebrow raised and a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
“That idiot lost the key!” Yamapi spits angrily. He is wearing pants, but no shirt, his hands tied to the headboard above his head, and he looks royally pissed.
“That doesn’t explain what you were doing tied to his bed in the first place,” Ryo points out, amusement more than apparent on his face.
Pi snarls and Jin has the decency to look a bit sheepish.
“I’m not sure which part I find most disturbing: the fact that two of my best friends are having sex together, or the fact that it’s kinky bondage sex. I do know which part I find the most amusing though.”
3 ways in which Ryo finds himself tied up to someone’s bed (Yasu/Ryo, Uchi/Ryo, Pin/Ryo)
1. When Yasu smiles at him and bounces over to say something in his ear, wrapping his arms around his neck, Ryo chuckles at his bandmate's antics and feels completely at ease and comfortable with the physical closeness. But when this somehow leads to Ryo letting himself be tied up to his own bed willingly, he starts wondering if Hina doesn’t have very good reasons to be scared of Yasu.
2. When Kanjani8’s tour stops in Osaka, Uchi meets them at the hotel and they all go out for drinks. Ryo finds himself grinning from ear to ear the whole evening. It almost feels like the old times. Almost.
Later, in Ryo’s hotel room, Uchi pulls out a pink silk scarf from the pocket of his jacket and grins at Ryo.
“What if I refuse to let you go?” he says and twirls the scarf around playfully.
Ryo laughs, but agrees to play the game because he too wants to believe, if only for a moment, that he doesn’t have to go in the morning and leave Uchi behind.
3. At first, Ryo reacts as any grown man would if two of his best friends tackled him to a bed and proceeded to tie him up: he kicks and screams and threatens bloody murder. When it doesn’t work and Ryo ends up tied up to the bed anyway, he glares, insults, then sulks.
But when Yamapi’s tongue traces the incurve of his hip a moment later, and Jin’s fingers tangle into his hair to pull him into a rough kiss, Ryo forgets why he thought it was such a bad idea in the first place.
Idol (Ryo/Uchi)
“I screwed up. I’m the only one to blame. And it’s okay if Akanishi can fuck with everyone and than come back whenever he wants it. We both know this business has never been fair.” There is bitterness in his voice, but it sounds resigned rather than biting.
Ryo doesn’t know what to say. Uchi suddenly appears so grown up and Ryo doesn’t know if he should feel admiration and relief or if he should throw a tantrum because he wants things to be fair and he wants Uchi to fight and, even after so long, he still wants him to come back.
“You know, it’s not so bad. My life is almost normal now,” Uchi says and Ryo finally snaps.
“What’s so great about normal?” He asks in a sharp tone, his voice a bit too loud.
Uchi starts and looks at Ryo with big round eyes. And then he frowns and looks a bit angry too.
“Fuck, Ryo, what do you want me to do? Throw a fit and kick another car?”
Ryo glares, but says nothing. Uchi is pissed off because, for once, he is trying to be mature about this whole deal and Ryo is just being a selfish brat instead of being supportive like a good friend should be.
“We should kick the old man’s car, or set it on fire,” Ryo grumbles, arms crossed over his chest. He looks like a five years old sulking child.
Uchi raises an eyebrow before bursting into a fit of giggles. “You sound like Akanishi. How much time have you been spending with him lately?” he teases.
Ryo tries not to smile and hits him on the arm. “That’s because you’re not around enough,” he mumbles, and then breaks into a small smile and laces in fingers through Uchi’s. ‘I miss you,’ the gesture says, but the words are not uttered, they don’t need to.