[one-shot] Pretty Little Holes
Title: Pretty Little Holes
Pairing: Yamada Ryosuke x Okamoto Keito
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Summary: Yamada has a thing for piercing Keito, and Keito would do anything for Yamada
Word Count: 1459
Author's Note: I told you I was obsessed with the whole Yamada piercing Keito's ear thing. This can be read as a follow up of Cool Points, but they can be read as stand alone one-shots too.
It's easy enough for the gesture to get lost amongst the post concert celebrations. They all hug, it's part of the routine, but when Yamada leans in to hug Keito, he presses close enough to nip at Keito's left ear. They're close enough that Keito can feel his erection too, but he doesn't need to, after so long he knows what it means. Yamada only plays with that piercing when he has piercings on his mind. “Come back to my room to play tonight?” Yamada whispers, his teeth scraping along Keito's earlobe one more time before he pulls away, and Keito could never say no to Yamada.
They call it playing, but that's mostly so that neither one has to really admit to themselves what it is they're doing. They call it playing but they take it very seriously.
Keito starts to strip off his clothes while Yamada washes his hands thoroughly. There's a towel laid out on the bed, just in case, because they don't want to stain the hotel sheets but he never actually bleeds enough for it to be necessary. He lays himself out on his back, a few pillows propped up against the headrest so that he's raised enough that he can look if he wants to. He doesn't usually, he's not really into it all that much, but Yamada is and Keito is into Yamada.
Yamada moves over to the bed and puts down his tool kit, opening it up and laying it all out. Keito definitely doesn't like to look at that. He looks instead at the night-stand, there's a large bottle of coke and some sugary snacks. He's not feeling light-headed at all, not yet, but he picks up the bottle of coke and takes a few shallow sips anyway. Yamada smiles softly, dotingly, and Keito's insides squirm.
He's not hard yet, neither is Yamada when he strips off his own clothes, because it's best to do it now before he gets started, and then he's climbing onto the bed by Keito's hip. “Got everything you need?” he asks and Keito nods.
“You got everything?” Yamada has another look over, just to be sure; antibacterial spray, needles, titanium barbells, cotton balls, saline solution, tissues, plasters. He nods and smiles again, licks his lips as he looks down at Keito's thighs.
It has to be his thighs, in case of scarring - there usually isn't any, because the barbells are barely in any length of time and they wait enough time between playing for the puncture wounds to close. Keito doesn't mind that it's his thighs either, having Yamada's attention, and his hands, so close to his groin isn't exactly bad in Keito's books. It makes his skin quiver a little as Yamada sprays a little of the antibacterial spray onto a cotton ball and and swabs across most of his thigh.
He keeps his eyes open as Yamada picks up his first needle, so that he can watch Yamada's face. His eyebrows are furrowed in a mixture of anticipation and concentration and Keito slips his eyes down Yamada's throat as he swallows heavily, down Yamada's flushed chest to where he's starting to harden.
Yamada pinches a little skin together on Keito's thigh, he doesn't bother to mark it out like he did with his ear, the placement doesn't matter since the piercings will come straight out anyway. And then his hand only shakes a little as he moves in with the needle.
Keito winces as it pierces his flesh, at the same time Yamada exhales slowly, almost relieved, like he's been waiting for this, and then the needle comes out the other side and Yamada groans. He's fully hard now, and hearing Yamada make those noises has Keito hardening too, even as the sharp sting in his thigh throbs and Yamada reaches for the first barbell. He slots it into the end of the needle, and his breath leaves him with a whoosh as he slides the needle all the way through, leaving the barbell in place.
The needle is set aside, because Yamada insists on using a new needle for each one, he says it's unhygienic, and Yamada picks out one of the spare balls to screw on the end of the barbell. Once it's in place Yamada sits back to look, his breathing deep as he scans it appreciatively, and then runs his fingers over both of the balls in turn and then the stretch of skin between them. Keito asked once if it wasn't unhygienic for him not to wear gloves, but Yamada said that it dulls the feeling and Keito really doesn't care either way.
Keito watches Yamada's cock twitch repeatedly, untouched as he repeats his action with a new needle, a fresh piece of flesh, and again, over and over until Yamada is panting, until he's whining and groaning with each slide of the needle. Keito is untouched too, because Yamada isn't done yet, and he doesn't want to come too soon, he's so turned on by Yamada's noises, by seeing Yamada's cock straining and leaking that he knows he'll only last minutes once he starts. Yamada turns him on so much that even the sharp or the throbbing pains can't put him off, even the tiny beads of blood that are pooling around a couple of the shiny silver balls can't put him off.
He's not sure how Yamada knows when it's time to stop, usually there are six or seven piercings, one time there was only four and one time there were thirteen. Somehow, Yamada knows when it's time to stop.
When Yamada picks up the saline solution to flush the wounds, that's Keito's cue to touch himself. He likes to think it helps, that Yamada gets something out of watching him, because he always does. In between rinsing his thigh and lightly fingering the balls of the barbells, Yamada looks up at Keito, he watches Keito's hand as it slides quickly up and down his cock and he looks up to Keito's face too. When their eyes meet it's like fireworks going off in Keito's brain, the spikes of pleasure in between the pain that much more intense. Yamada watches a little while longer, watches Keito, watches his own hands, his fingers teasing the little balls, snagging on them, his cock twitching each time until he moans brokenly.
He unscrews the first ball quickly, setting it aside with the used needles and then concentrates, a quiet, desperate “Aaaahh.” sounding as he slides the barbell out slowly. Then he moves onto the next one.
There are seven this time, and with each one that he removes, tortuously slowly, Yamada falls apart a little more. By the sixth one, his eyes keep clenching closed, the hand not easing a barbell out keeps clenching hard against Keito's thigh and and Keito knows he's trying hard to hold on.
He's panting hard as he moves onto the last one, each breath a wheezy moan and his hand shakes as he unscrews the ball. He pauses, swallows hard, looks up at Keito with his eyebrows knitted together in sheer desperation and then back down at the last barbell. He slides it a little way out, pauses and swallows again, a sharp gasp and he's gritting his teeth, holding on. He tugs it a little further, cries out and then lets go, coming hard just like that, as the barbell slips the rest of the way out.
Keito follows right after him, swallowing heavily as his body tenses and jerks through the pleasure but he keeps his eyes open, watching as his release splashes up his abdomen and across his hip where Yamada's is already starting to cool.
It astonishes Keito, as it does every time that Yamada can come without even touching himself, that just the sheer pleasure he gets from piercing Keito's skin is enough to push him over. He's asked Yamada about it, but Yamada says he doesn’t understand either, he can only describe it as an almost tantric state of arousal, that builds and builds until his ears are ringing and he can't see straight, and then it just happens.
For a few minutes they both just sit there catching their breaths but then Yamada dutifully reaches for the saline solution again. Keito's thigh is red raw and littered with a mixture of pretty little holes and beads of blood. Yamada carefully wipes away the latter and dries Keito's skin with a clean tissue before placing plasters delicately over the former. His whole leg feels like it's on fire, but Keito is reminded of why it's worth it as Yamada picks up a clean tissue and sets about cleaning the other bodily fluids from Keito's skin.
Pairing: Yamada Ryosuke x Okamoto Keito
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Summary: Yamada has a thing for piercing Keito, and Keito would do anything for Yamada
Word Count: 1459
Author's Note: I told you I was obsessed with the whole Yamada piercing Keito's ear thing. This can be read as a follow up of Cool Points, but they can be read as stand alone one-shots too.
It's easy enough for the gesture to get lost amongst the post concert celebrations. They all hug, it's part of the routine, but when Yamada leans in to hug Keito, he presses close enough to nip at Keito's left ear. They're close enough that Keito can feel his erection too, but he doesn't need to, after so long he knows what it means. Yamada only plays with that piercing when he has piercings on his mind. “Come back to my room to play tonight?” Yamada whispers, his teeth scraping along Keito's earlobe one more time before he pulls away, and Keito could never say no to Yamada.
They call it playing, but that's mostly so that neither one has to really admit to themselves what it is they're doing. They call it playing but they take it very seriously.
Keito starts to strip off his clothes while Yamada washes his hands thoroughly. There's a towel laid out on the bed, just in case, because they don't want to stain the hotel sheets but he never actually bleeds enough for it to be necessary. He lays himself out on his back, a few pillows propped up against the headrest so that he's raised enough that he can look if he wants to. He doesn't usually, he's not really into it all that much, but Yamada is and Keito is into Yamada.
Yamada moves over to the bed and puts down his tool kit, opening it up and laying it all out. Keito definitely doesn't like to look at that. He looks instead at the night-stand, there's a large bottle of coke and some sugary snacks. He's not feeling light-headed at all, not yet, but he picks up the bottle of coke and takes a few shallow sips anyway. Yamada smiles softly, dotingly, and Keito's insides squirm.
He's not hard yet, neither is Yamada when he strips off his own clothes, because it's best to do it now before he gets started, and then he's climbing onto the bed by Keito's hip. “Got everything you need?” he asks and Keito nods.
“You got everything?” Yamada has another look over, just to be sure; antibacterial spray, needles, titanium barbells, cotton balls, saline solution, tissues, plasters. He nods and smiles again, licks his lips as he looks down at Keito's thighs.
It has to be his thighs, in case of scarring - there usually isn't any, because the barbells are barely in any length of time and they wait enough time between playing for the puncture wounds to close. Keito doesn't mind that it's his thighs either, having Yamada's attention, and his hands, so close to his groin isn't exactly bad in Keito's books. It makes his skin quiver a little as Yamada sprays a little of the antibacterial spray onto a cotton ball and and swabs across most of his thigh.
He keeps his eyes open as Yamada picks up his first needle, so that he can watch Yamada's face. His eyebrows are furrowed in a mixture of anticipation and concentration and Keito slips his eyes down Yamada's throat as he swallows heavily, down Yamada's flushed chest to where he's starting to harden.
Yamada pinches a little skin together on Keito's thigh, he doesn't bother to mark it out like he did with his ear, the placement doesn't matter since the piercings will come straight out anyway. And then his hand only shakes a little as he moves in with the needle.
Keito winces as it pierces his flesh, at the same time Yamada exhales slowly, almost relieved, like he's been waiting for this, and then the needle comes out the other side and Yamada groans. He's fully hard now, and hearing Yamada make those noises has Keito hardening too, even as the sharp sting in his thigh throbs and Yamada reaches for the first barbell. He slots it into the end of the needle, and his breath leaves him with a whoosh as he slides the needle all the way through, leaving the barbell in place.
The needle is set aside, because Yamada insists on using a new needle for each one, he says it's unhygienic, and Yamada picks out one of the spare balls to screw on the end of the barbell. Once it's in place Yamada sits back to look, his breathing deep as he scans it appreciatively, and then runs his fingers over both of the balls in turn and then the stretch of skin between them. Keito asked once if it wasn't unhygienic for him not to wear gloves, but Yamada said that it dulls the feeling and Keito really doesn't care either way.
Keito watches Yamada's cock twitch repeatedly, untouched as he repeats his action with a new needle, a fresh piece of flesh, and again, over and over until Yamada is panting, until he's whining and groaning with each slide of the needle. Keito is untouched too, because Yamada isn't done yet, and he doesn't want to come too soon, he's so turned on by Yamada's noises, by seeing Yamada's cock straining and leaking that he knows he'll only last minutes once he starts. Yamada turns him on so much that even the sharp or the throbbing pains can't put him off, even the tiny beads of blood that are pooling around a couple of the shiny silver balls can't put him off.
He's not sure how Yamada knows when it's time to stop, usually there are six or seven piercings, one time there was only four and one time there were thirteen. Somehow, Yamada knows when it's time to stop.
When Yamada picks up the saline solution to flush the wounds, that's Keito's cue to touch himself. He likes to think it helps, that Yamada gets something out of watching him, because he always does. In between rinsing his thigh and lightly fingering the balls of the barbells, Yamada looks up at Keito, he watches Keito's hand as it slides quickly up and down his cock and he looks up to Keito's face too. When their eyes meet it's like fireworks going off in Keito's brain, the spikes of pleasure in between the pain that much more intense. Yamada watches a little while longer, watches Keito, watches his own hands, his fingers teasing the little balls, snagging on them, his cock twitching each time until he moans brokenly.
He unscrews the first ball quickly, setting it aside with the used needles and then concentrates, a quiet, desperate “Aaaahh.” sounding as he slides the barbell out slowly. Then he moves onto the next one.
There are seven this time, and with each one that he removes, tortuously slowly, Yamada falls apart a little more. By the sixth one, his eyes keep clenching closed, the hand not easing a barbell out keeps clenching hard against Keito's thigh and and Keito knows he's trying hard to hold on.
He's panting hard as he moves onto the last one, each breath a wheezy moan and his hand shakes as he unscrews the ball. He pauses, swallows hard, looks up at Keito with his eyebrows knitted together in sheer desperation and then back down at the last barbell. He slides it a little way out, pauses and swallows again, a sharp gasp and he's gritting his teeth, holding on. He tugs it a little further, cries out and then lets go, coming hard just like that, as the barbell slips the rest of the way out.
Keito follows right after him, swallowing heavily as his body tenses and jerks through the pleasure but he keeps his eyes open, watching as his release splashes up his abdomen and across his hip where Yamada's is already starting to cool.
It astonishes Keito, as it does every time that Yamada can come without even touching himself, that just the sheer pleasure he gets from piercing Keito's skin is enough to push him over. He's asked Yamada about it, but Yamada says he doesn’t understand either, he can only describe it as an almost tantric state of arousal, that builds and builds until his ears are ringing and he can't see straight, and then it just happens.
For a few minutes they both just sit there catching their breaths but then Yamada dutifully reaches for the saline solution again. Keito's thigh is red raw and littered with a mixture of pretty little holes and beads of blood. Yamada carefully wipes away the latter and dries Keito's skin with a clean tissue before placing plasters delicately over the former. His whole leg feels like it's on fire, but Keito is reminded of why it's worth it as Yamada picks up a clean tissue and sets about cleaning the other bodily fluids from Keito's skin.