but his hands are not his own
MY ICON IS APPROPRIATE DES.
Title: Untitled
Pairing: Ohkura/Ryo/Yoko
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Yoko walks in on Ohkura and Ryo in the shower.
Notes/Warnings: [1696 words] For innosense78, recent K8 smut meme. Hello thar shiny fandom. References to their Last Friends concert skit.
Ryo and Ohkura can’t keep their hands off each other, not since they did that mock-up of Ryo’s DV character from his drama on stage. Most of the time it’s playful hitting, purposeful smacking during dance practice and loaded gazes exchanged during recording sessions. Eyefucking, and even Yasu calls them on it.
Ryo and Ohkura can’t keep their hands off each other, and Yoko gets hot under the collar whenever he remembers them going at it on stage - the flick of Ryo’s jacket as he pulls his arm back, the slow arch of his fist through the air, the tilt of Ohkura’s head and line of his throat has he falls backwards and down onto his knees. They re-enact it for days, backstage in the dressing rooms at the drop of a hat. “Pass the water,” Ryo would say, pulling off his shirt. “No,” Ohkura shakes his head, and Ryo would pounce on him, grabbing his collar and they would twist and turn, struggling, crashing into Yasu and they’d all go down on the floor in Matrix-style complete with flailing limbs. Every time it happens, Yoko has to leave the room in a hurry hoping no one has noticed his discomfort.
Ryo and Ohkura can’t keep their hands off each other, and it’s driving Yoko batshit insane watching, because he probably wants in too, even though he vehemently denies it when Subaru corners him with a gleeful glint in his eyes. Ask them for some, Subaru screams down the corridor as Yoko hurries to get away, manic laughter reverberating off the walls and in his ears the whole time as he spends his night punching morosely at the buttons on his PSP, cursing as he fails to defeat the monster boss again and again. He finally gives up and throws the PSP down on the bed when the sky turns light past four in the morning, burying his head into his arms and instantly remembers Ryo burying his face into the crook of Ohkura’s neck -
“Shut up!” He shouts into his pillows as if it would help ease the ache in his groin.
Yoko feels like it’s wrong to like something like that, but he fantasizes and it turns him on. He feels terrible after he does himself in the privacy of his own shower to the images in his head, and can’t look the both of them in the eye for days on the end.
***
“Well, fuck,” Yoko says in dismay when he enters his bathroom - he's rooming with Subaru this tour - and finds Ryo pinning Ohkura to the wall with a hard hand on the shoulder, the sound of hot water hitting the tiled floor is loud but insufficient to cover the moan that Ohkura lets out when Ryo palms his erection and nips on his collarbone.
Both of them turn to look at him and Yoko instantly feels trapped like a deer in headlights. He runs a hand nervously through his hair, and shifts his eyes onto the rivulets of water streaming across the tiled floor. It’s going down, Yoko thinks miserably as he feels his face visibly heat up.
He turns quickly, muttering apologies and I swear I won’t tell anyone under his breath but he doesn’t get very far when he feels hands grab him by the scruff of his shirt, and there’s steam in his eyes and wetness underfoot as he’s dragged backwards. Like a scraggly dog, Yoko grumbles in his head.
There is a hot voice in his ear and he realizes it is Ohkura pressing into him from behind, water dripping off his hair and running down his spine to the small of Yoko’s back and he shivers, and that’s also the moment he realizes Ohkura’s got his arms wrapped around him, pinning his hands to his sides, so now he’s hot and wet under his collar.
“I think he likes what you do to me, Ryo-chan,” Ohkura purrs, and Yoko likens the tone of his voice to a cat playing with his food before going in for the kill.
“Really. I know,” Yoko hears Ryo’s smirk before he sees it, and hands are wrapping tightly around his wrists, preventing him from raising them and shrugging the younger boy off his back.
He involuntarily shudders and lets out a sharp gasp when Ohkura lets go and the warmth behind him disappears, but Yoko doesn’t complain when the hands attack the buttons on his jeans instead and Ryo jerks him forward him for a wet kiss.
“Tell me you want this, Kimi-kun.” Ohkura pauses with his hand on his bulging erection, of all places it could have been and it had to be there and he had to be so hard - Yoko growls when Ryo pulls away from their heated kiss. "Say it,” Ryo insists, squeezing Yoko’s wrists tighter and he swears his hands must be almost numb. “Say it or nothing happens,” Ohkura’s hand press down once and lifts up teasingly.
Yoko squirms and when the touch on him disappears completely from between his legs he has to swallow the sudden dryness in his throat. His voice comes out hoarse and cracked around the edges as he gives in - “Please, yes, please just touch me - ”
“Begging already?” Ryo grins at him in triumph and smashes their mouths together, their teeth clinking and scraping at the thin skin of their lips in the frenzy, and Yoko is fumbled out of his clothes in record time. Being pressed between two bodies helps smooth out the jolt of hot water hitting the back of his neck as Ryo backs them into the wall, wrapping Yoko's hand around his own cock firmly, relishing in his control over the older man.
Kisses are wet but not sloppy, full of liquid heat as they rub against each other, Yoko’s pale skin flushed in the steam as he feels fingers being worked into him from behind, stretching him and making him arch involuntarily into his own hand, into Ryo's hand, chasing after the curl of pleasure. He marvels at how Ryo talks dirty with a smile on his face it’s almost creepy as he pulls him out, pulls his existence from between his legs with deft flicks of his hand, working Yoko’s own fingers over himself - Tegoshi’s probably not god in NEWS, Yoko doesn’t think so - Ryo pulls him to the edge, hissing words in his ear that run over and into each other so that Yoko can only make out the pure lust in them.
He teeters at the brink for much too long, until Ohkura slides his fingers across the right spot within him, and when Ryo bites down on the soft cartilage of his ear he goes - their concerted effort setting off a thousand white stars behind his eyeballs. He squeezes them shut tightly as his muscles tremble and clench, coming hard on both their stomachs.
Ryo finally lets go of his wrists to smear the sticky come over the skin of his stomach, but Yoko barely has a moment’s reprise because Ohkura takes them up next - he doesn’t feel how sore they are until much later because compared to the yank of Ryo’s hand in his hair dragging him forward, it’s nothing. His head spins as Ohkura bends him forward at the waist, at the same time pulling back on his right arm - Yoko can’t figure out how it works but all he knows is the physics of it hurts his shoulder, making him cry out and struggle half-heartedly. His motions only cause them to tighten their grip on him, Ohkura's fingers digging so hard into his arms there will be bruises to show for it tomorrow.
He gets the message and swallows Ryo down when a hand bobs his head down insistently, rewarded by a guttural moan that burns through his insides like fire. He chokes and splutters around Ryo as Ohkura pushes into him, hot and heavy, and it is so goddamn tight, causing the hand in his hair to twist and the shudder of pleasure flows through him from Ryo to Ohkura. The curve of Yoko's back is pulled taut as the ache surges between his legs again but his hands are not his own - he's reined in as Ohkura slams into him, long fingers wound tightly around his wrists.
They move together, outright hedonistic cries amplified by the constraints of the bathroom as they fuck hard and fast, Yoko building up a rhythm between the two of them. He knows Ryo is almost done when his grip on Yoko's head threatens to rip out his hair by their roots before he unravels like a ball of yarn down a slope and comes in Yoko's mouth and the latter takes it, swallows it all because despite the relaxed hold, Ryo's hands are still framing his head. He cries out in frustration at the blissful curl of Ryo's lip as he watches Ryo watch Ohkura fuck him, his erection throbbing painfully, pitifully ignored.
"Touch me," he snarls and orders, raising his head as far up as he can to glare at Ryo, and Ohkura obliges him a little by pulling his arms to force him farther back, his own breath coming in short pants.
Ryo laughs - and Yoko feels the touch on his cock when he feels the change of angle against his prostrate- "That's so hot," Ryo remarks, as Yoko gives a short scream, throwing his head back as he comes again, harder than before, bringing Ohkura along with him half a beat later as his muscles tighten and spasm around the other boy.
The force of it knocks them all onto their knees, collapsing against each other and they cling to each other's soaking skin, trying to catch their breathes as they come down from the high.
***
"Oh, fuck me," a voice comes from the open bathroom door, and all three heads snap up to see Subaru leaning shirtless against the frame.
"Too late," Ryo bites back, and at that moment the hot water runs out, sending all of them scrambling for the fluffy hotel towels on the rack.
"We're done for the day."
Title: Untitled
Pairing: Ohkura/Ryo/Yoko
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Yoko walks in on Ohkura and Ryo in the shower.
Notes/Warnings: [1696 words] For innosense78, recent K8 smut meme. Hello thar shiny fandom. References to their Last Friends concert skit.
Ryo and Ohkura can’t keep their hands off each other, not since they did that mock-up of Ryo’s DV character from his drama on stage. Most of the time it’s playful hitting, purposeful smacking during dance practice and loaded gazes exchanged during recording sessions. Eyefucking, and even Yasu calls them on it.
Ryo and Ohkura can’t keep their hands off each other, and Yoko gets hot under the collar whenever he remembers them going at it on stage - the flick of Ryo’s jacket as he pulls his arm back, the slow arch of his fist through the air, the tilt of Ohkura’s head and line of his throat has he falls backwards and down onto his knees. They re-enact it for days, backstage in the dressing rooms at the drop of a hat. “Pass the water,” Ryo would say, pulling off his shirt. “No,” Ohkura shakes his head, and Ryo would pounce on him, grabbing his collar and they would twist and turn, struggling, crashing into Yasu and they’d all go down on the floor in Matrix-style complete with flailing limbs. Every time it happens, Yoko has to leave the room in a hurry hoping no one has noticed his discomfort.
Ryo and Ohkura can’t keep their hands off each other, and it’s driving Yoko batshit insane watching, because he probably wants in too, even though he vehemently denies it when Subaru corners him with a gleeful glint in his eyes. Ask them for some, Subaru screams down the corridor as Yoko hurries to get away, manic laughter reverberating off the walls and in his ears the whole time as he spends his night punching morosely at the buttons on his PSP, cursing as he fails to defeat the monster boss again and again. He finally gives up and throws the PSP down on the bed when the sky turns light past four in the morning, burying his head into his arms and instantly remembers Ryo burying his face into the crook of Ohkura’s neck -
“Shut up!” He shouts into his pillows as if it would help ease the ache in his groin.
Yoko feels like it’s wrong to like something like that, but he fantasizes and it turns him on. He feels terrible after he does himself in the privacy of his own shower to the images in his head, and can’t look the both of them in the eye for days on the end.
***
“Well, fuck,” Yoko says in dismay when he enters his bathroom - he's rooming with Subaru this tour - and finds Ryo pinning Ohkura to the wall with a hard hand on the shoulder, the sound of hot water hitting the tiled floor is loud but insufficient to cover the moan that Ohkura lets out when Ryo palms his erection and nips on his collarbone.
Both of them turn to look at him and Yoko instantly feels trapped like a deer in headlights. He runs a hand nervously through his hair, and shifts his eyes onto the rivulets of water streaming across the tiled floor. It’s going down, Yoko thinks miserably as he feels his face visibly heat up.
He turns quickly, muttering apologies and I swear I won’t tell anyone under his breath but he doesn’t get very far when he feels hands grab him by the scruff of his shirt, and there’s steam in his eyes and wetness underfoot as he’s dragged backwards. Like a scraggly dog, Yoko grumbles in his head.
There is a hot voice in his ear and he realizes it is Ohkura pressing into him from behind, water dripping off his hair and running down his spine to the small of Yoko’s back and he shivers, and that’s also the moment he realizes Ohkura’s got his arms wrapped around him, pinning his hands to his sides, so now he’s hot and wet under his collar.
“I think he likes what you do to me, Ryo-chan,” Ohkura purrs, and Yoko likens the tone of his voice to a cat playing with his food before going in for the kill.
“Really. I know,” Yoko hears Ryo’s smirk before he sees it, and hands are wrapping tightly around his wrists, preventing him from raising them and shrugging the younger boy off his back.
He involuntarily shudders and lets out a sharp gasp when Ohkura lets go and the warmth behind him disappears, but Yoko doesn’t complain when the hands attack the buttons on his jeans instead and Ryo jerks him forward him for a wet kiss.
“Tell me you want this, Kimi-kun.” Ohkura pauses with his hand on his bulging erection, of all places it could have been and it had to be there and he had to be so hard - Yoko growls when Ryo pulls away from their heated kiss. "Say it,” Ryo insists, squeezing Yoko’s wrists tighter and he swears his hands must be almost numb. “Say it or nothing happens,” Ohkura’s hand press down once and lifts up teasingly.
Yoko squirms and when the touch on him disappears completely from between his legs he has to swallow the sudden dryness in his throat. His voice comes out hoarse and cracked around the edges as he gives in - “Please, yes, please just touch me - ”
“Begging already?” Ryo grins at him in triumph and smashes their mouths together, their teeth clinking and scraping at the thin skin of their lips in the frenzy, and Yoko is fumbled out of his clothes in record time. Being pressed between two bodies helps smooth out the jolt of hot water hitting the back of his neck as Ryo backs them into the wall, wrapping Yoko's hand around his own cock firmly, relishing in his control over the older man.
Kisses are wet but not sloppy, full of liquid heat as they rub against each other, Yoko’s pale skin flushed in the steam as he feels fingers being worked into him from behind, stretching him and making him arch involuntarily into his own hand, into Ryo's hand, chasing after the curl of pleasure. He marvels at how Ryo talks dirty with a smile on his face it’s almost creepy as he pulls him out, pulls his existence from between his legs with deft flicks of his hand, working Yoko’s own fingers over himself - Tegoshi’s probably not god in NEWS, Yoko doesn’t think so - Ryo pulls him to the edge, hissing words in his ear that run over and into each other so that Yoko can only make out the pure lust in them.
He teeters at the brink for much too long, until Ohkura slides his fingers across the right spot within him, and when Ryo bites down on the soft cartilage of his ear he goes - their concerted effort setting off a thousand white stars behind his eyeballs. He squeezes them shut tightly as his muscles tremble and clench, coming hard on both their stomachs.
Ryo finally lets go of his wrists to smear the sticky come over the skin of his stomach, but Yoko barely has a moment’s reprise because Ohkura takes them up next - he doesn’t feel how sore they are until much later because compared to the yank of Ryo’s hand in his hair dragging him forward, it’s nothing. His head spins as Ohkura bends him forward at the waist, at the same time pulling back on his right arm - Yoko can’t figure out how it works but all he knows is the physics of it hurts his shoulder, making him cry out and struggle half-heartedly. His motions only cause them to tighten their grip on him, Ohkura's fingers digging so hard into his arms there will be bruises to show for it tomorrow.
He gets the message and swallows Ryo down when a hand bobs his head down insistently, rewarded by a guttural moan that burns through his insides like fire. He chokes and splutters around Ryo as Ohkura pushes into him, hot and heavy, and it is so goddamn tight, causing the hand in his hair to twist and the shudder of pleasure flows through him from Ryo to Ohkura. The curve of Yoko's back is pulled taut as the ache surges between his legs again but his hands are not his own - he's reined in as Ohkura slams into him, long fingers wound tightly around his wrists.
They move together, outright hedonistic cries amplified by the constraints of the bathroom as they fuck hard and fast, Yoko building up a rhythm between the two of them. He knows Ryo is almost done when his grip on Yoko's head threatens to rip out his hair by their roots before he unravels like a ball of yarn down a slope and comes in Yoko's mouth and the latter takes it, swallows it all because despite the relaxed hold, Ryo's hands are still framing his head. He cries out in frustration at the blissful curl of Ryo's lip as he watches Ryo watch Ohkura fuck him, his erection throbbing painfully, pitifully ignored.
"Touch me," he snarls and orders, raising his head as far up as he can to glare at Ryo, and Ohkura obliges him a little by pulling his arms to force him farther back, his own breath coming in short pants.
Ryo laughs - and Yoko feels the touch on his cock when he feels the change of angle against his prostrate- "That's so hot," Ryo remarks, as Yoko gives a short scream, throwing his head back as he comes again, harder than before, bringing Ohkura along with him half a beat later as his muscles tighten and spasm around the other boy.
The force of it knocks them all onto their knees, collapsing against each other and they cling to each other's soaking skin, trying to catch their breathes as they come down from the high.
***
"Oh, fuck me," a voice comes from the open bathroom door, and all three heads snap up to see Subaru leaning shirtless against the frame.
"Too late," Ryo bites back, and at that moment the hot water runs out, sending all of them scrambling for the fluffy hotel towels on the rack.
"We're done for the day."