[019] Crazier Things
Title: Crazier Things
Group: TOKIO
Pairing/Genre: Nagase/Leader/Taichi; shameless porn, very VERY light dub-con
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2050
Summary: Leader stumbles across his bandmates making out. Then there is sex.
Notes: Written for the jesmutmeme; originally posted here (I'm impatient and OP has already read it...and I think we're the only ones, lol). Prompt: Dub-con. Nagase and Taichi have fun with a slightly intoxicated Leader. Things start out teasing and fun but quickly digress, much to Leader's chagrin. ;Db WARNING: My first TOKIO fic. Pardon any OOCness. Also, Leader tops. Try not to let that explode your brain.
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Something was wrong. Joshima could feel it. It nagged at the back of his mildly (okay, maybe more than mildly) intoxicated brain, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He only-maybe-kind-of stumbled down the hotel hallway to his room, dark colors of the carpet playing on his impaired vision. It took several shots at the impossibly tiny slot before he could make his plastic card key work properly.
Day three of the tour and his body was buzzing with nervous energy. Joshima loved little more than standing in front of a crowd playing music - playing his music - and getting an immediate reaction. Watching people sing along and clap and dance filled him with joy like nothing else. This was what he'd been waiting his whole life for and he couldn't imagine anything better.
He slipped into his room, toeing off his shoes with some difficulty and tossing his jacket in the general direction of the small closet just inside the door. He had his shirt half unbuttoned when he finally took notice of them.
"Wha-....." Joshima's eyes went wide and confused. He shook his head once, closed his eyes to try to dispel the image, but there they were when he opened them again - Nagase and Taichi, limbs and tongues and bodies completely entwined...on HIS hotel bed.
Taichi looked up at the sound, eyebrows raising a fraction, lust-filled eyes surveying their leader. Nagase took the smaller man's distraction as an opportunity to attack his neck, alternating soft sucking and lapping at Taichi's pulse point. Joshima couldn't take his eyes away. Surely he was dreaming. Nightmare, maybe.
"Lea-der~," Taichi drawled, extracting one hand from the back of Nagase's pants to reach toward him.
Nagase frowned and bit down lightly on Taichi's clavicle. "Put that back," he growled. "I liked it there." Nagase glanced up at Joshima and smiled that wicked smile of his. "Come on in, Leader. The water's fine."
"....I'm going to stay in Mabo's room." Joshima turned to walk out only to find his path blocked faster than he thought possible. Nagase stared down at him with teeth bared in what Joshima was sure he thought was a sexy smile. It was more shark-like than anything else. "P-please move, Tomoya," he whispered in a vain attempt to push past.
"I don't think so, Leader." Nagase took a step forward. Joshima instinctively took a step back. Again. And again. "You should stay and play with us." Nagase leaned in to whisper as the back of Joshima's legs hit the bed, "Tai-chan's always had a thing for you, you know." He winked conspiratorially. Taichi sat up to kneel on the bed, molding himself to Joshima's back and running his hands up and down the older man's chest. He nipped lightly at Joshima's ear and practically purred at the shiver that rippled through the older man.
"Please~, Leader," Taichi whispered breathily in his ear. "The monkey just isn't enough for me tonight."
"OI!" Nagase cried, hands already working on Leader's pants.
Taichi grinned wickedly as his fingers deftly undid Joshima's remaining shirt buttons. "You know I love you, Tomo-chan." He paused his undressing of Leader and pulled Nagase in for a sloppy kiss over the older man's shoulder. Joshima stood sandwiched between the two, forced to only watch as they kissed, and again, passionately, heatedly.
Nagase groaned in the back of his throat and rolled his hips. Leader couldn't hold back the gasp, the clench of his fingers around Nagase's arms. Taichi giggled. "That's what I thought," he said, pulling away from Nagase's swollen lips after a quick peck and returning to stripping their (kind of) fearless leader.
Joshima tried to struggle away, slapping at Taichi's hands and wiggling a bit. Nagase chuckled deep in his chest and pulled the older man's hips closer. "You know you want it, Leader." He rolled his hips again, this time with more force. "And now you know I want it." Nagase winked and dropped to his knees, taking Leader's pants and boxers with him.
Before he knew what was happening, Joshima found himself lying on his back on the bed, clothesless, with a very naked Taichi leaving teasing little kisses all up and down his abdomen. Nagase danced around the room, struggling to tug off his socks. He would have laughed if Taichi hadn't done something positively sinful with his tongue on a nipple at that moment.
Leader whimpered lightly, eyes rolling back, fists clenched in the sheets. "P-p-please...Tai..."
Taichi straddled him, just above his waist. Too far up to provide any semblance of friction, damn him. "'Please' what, my dear Leader?" he asked with a smirk.
"We already tossed a coin," Nagase said, crawling up on the bed to rest his head on Taichi's shoulder. "I get to fuck you. You can fuck the midget if you want."
Joshima's head cleared for half a second at the word "fuck" (shit, were they really doing this??) before it was suddenly very, very foggy again. Nagase had disappeared again behind Taichi's slim body. All Joshima could hear were the wet sounds of suckling. All he could feel was Nagase's clever mouth finally being put to good use around his cock. Taichi looked behind him and grinned before leaning forward to whisper in Joshima's ear, "make him work for it."
Suddenly Taichi gasped and lurched forward half an inch, nearly smashing his face in the headboard. Nagase was sucking dick, not deaf. One long finger moved in and out of Taichi's slim body, another gently probing the soft ring of muscle encasing the aforementioned digit. Taichi opened his mouth to protest, but only managed a whine of pleasure. Leader's hands gripped the sheets tighter, the "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" repeating in his head growing louder.
He could tell when Nagase added that second finger, and then a third. Taichi's breath came in quick gasps, his hips rocked backward erratically, begging for more friction. Joshima tentatively brought one hand up. "What the fuck am I doing?" he asked himself for the hundredth time. Not that that stopped him from wrapping those fingers, those amazingly calloused and talented fingers, around Taichi's length and pulling lightly. "Oh Leader," Taichi hummed.
Nagase did something fucking amazing with his tongue and Joshima's head rolled back instinctively. "To-..." The name was lost in the long moan that worked its way out of Joshima's throat, bursting forth from his mouth. His hand tightened fractionally on Taichi, pulling a moan from above him.
And then suddenly, it stopped. Joshima lay there for a moment, eyes closed and wondering where in the world that wonderful heat went to and why in the world he was so fucking hard with no fucking going on. The sound of foil ripping brought him back to Earth. His eyes snapped open. Taichi was still hovering above him, a little smirk playing across his face as if he knew something Joshima didn't. Looking past him Joshima spotted Nagase struggling with a condom wrapper. How hard could it possibly be for a man who just turned 30 to- oh. All thought ceased as Nagase slowly (almost painfully so) rolled the condom down Joshima's length, adding a little more pressure than strictly necessary.
"Wait a minute," Joshima said, mind clearing for a moment. "Who am I..." His unfinished question was answered by Taichi positioning himself above his cock and carefully lining everything up. Nagase grinned evilly and grabbed Taichi's hips, forcing him all the way down. Joshima and Taichi gasped in sync, for vastly different reasons.
"You....asshole," Taichi worked out through clenched teeth, body curling toward Joshima instinctively. Joshima pulled him close, cradling him as gently as possible until he relaxed. Nagase snickered in the background, fondling his own half-hard erection with glee.
"You liked it, midget, don't lie."
"Fuck you."
"Maybe later."
"G-guys." Joshima's eyes were filled with a mix of lust and annoyance - a true talent for someone in this position, with his cock rammed up his bandmate's ass and another bandmate jerking off a little too close to his face.
"Sorry, Leader," they both mumbled, looking down. Taichi glanced back up, corners of his mouth pulling oh-so-slightly into a grin. He lifted himself slightly and sat back down several times, encasing Joshima's cock again and again.
Joshima grasped Taichi's thighs tight enough to leave little half-moons in his skin, desperately trying to control himself. "Th-thaaat....that's better," he mumble-gasped as Taichi pulled up a bit higher and sunk down a bit faster. The sheer torture made it that much more fantastic. He took Taichi's erection in one hand and pulled in time with his rocking hips, deftly spreading the tackiness at the end.
Nagase's hand never stopped on his cock, twisting a bit at the end, smearing the wetness up and down, faster, then slower. He'd been doing this for years, had the technique down. He knelt on the bed near Joshima's head, offering his manhood to be suckled upon. Leader always was very compliant. He turned his head just enough to get a good angle and took Nagase in his mouth. Nagase was big - huge, to be exact. One of the biggest Joshima had ever seen (and he'd seen a lot of cock). He was more than happy to suck him off to avoid having that thing shoved up his ass. As amazing as he knew that orgasm would be, the repercussions - not being able to walk the next day, et al. - may not be worth it.
Taichi was making the most delicious little mewling sounds as he rocked against Joshima's cock, hitting that spot deep within himself again and again. He wasn't going to last much longer. Joshima sped that hand up and brought the other to meet the base of Nagase's erection in his mouth. He laved the head with his tongue, dipping deep in the slit, lapping up every drop that had leaked out. Nagase watched with half-lidded eyes for a moment before reaching over to kiss Taichi deeply, demanding entrance to his mouth and trying desperately not to thrust his cock into Leader's eager and accommodating mouth. Joshima pulled back to suckle on the head, pulling hard with his tongue and hollowing his cheeks.
"Shit shit shit," Nagase uttered, leaning away from Taichi again to bend down, tangling one hand in Leader's hair, the other joining Leader's on Taichi's almost-there erection. Joshima smirked. Of all the things he failed at, this was one thing he excelled at wonderfully. He tilted his head forward and swallowed Nagase whole, relaxing the muscles at the back of his throat to allow for more of the large man's cock to fit. That was when Taichi lost it. Eyes focused on Leader's lips around Nagase's cock, both of their hands on his own, he came hard, clenching down on Leader and shooting sticky whiteness all over Leader's chest.
Joshima groaned at the sudden increase of warmth and tightness around his cock and catapulted Nagase into orgasm. Nagase's head fell back, mouth hanging open as he thrusted shallowly into Joshima's surprisingly eager one, coming harder than he had in a long time. Joshima didn't miss a drop, swallowing Nagase all down, delighting internally at the salty sweetness that was all Nagase. Taichi crawled off Joshima, taking the condom with him and tossing it in the trash before settling back between his legs. Nagase carefully pulled his cock from their leader's mouth with a satisfying 'pop'.
They all looked down at Joshima's cock, standing tall and erect, still ready to go.
"Damn, Leader," was all Taichi could manage, eyes wide with respect.
"Seriously, Grandpa Shige, that's impressive. Thought you would've shot your load hours before the midget," Nagase remarked, still fondling himself.
Ten minutes later they were both still on their knees, kissing around his erection, tongues intertwining in a beautiful dance. Joshima just smiled. This was gonna be a great tour.
Group: TOKIO
Pairing/Genre: Nagase/Leader/Taichi; shameless porn, very VERY light dub-con
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2050
Summary: Leader stumbles across his bandmates making out. Then there is sex.
Notes: Written for the jesmutmeme; originally posted here (I'm impatient and OP has already read it...and I think we're the only ones, lol). Prompt: Dub-con. Nagase and Taichi have fun with a slightly intoxicated Leader. Things start out teasing and fun but quickly digress, much to Leader's chagrin. ;Db WARNING: My first TOKIO fic. Pardon any OOCness. Also, Leader tops. Try not to let that explode your brain.
•••••
Something was wrong. Joshima could feel it. It nagged at the back of his mildly (okay, maybe more than mildly) intoxicated brain, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He only-maybe-kind-of stumbled down the hotel hallway to his room, dark colors of the carpet playing on his impaired vision. It took several shots at the impossibly tiny slot before he could make his plastic card key work properly.
Day three of the tour and his body was buzzing with nervous energy. Joshima loved little more than standing in front of a crowd playing music - playing his music - and getting an immediate reaction. Watching people sing along and clap and dance filled him with joy like nothing else. This was what he'd been waiting his whole life for and he couldn't imagine anything better.
He slipped into his room, toeing off his shoes with some difficulty and tossing his jacket in the general direction of the small closet just inside the door. He had his shirt half unbuttoned when he finally took notice of them.
"Wha-....." Joshima's eyes went wide and confused. He shook his head once, closed his eyes to try to dispel the image, but there they were when he opened them again - Nagase and Taichi, limbs and tongues and bodies completely entwined...on HIS hotel bed.
Taichi looked up at the sound, eyebrows raising a fraction, lust-filled eyes surveying their leader. Nagase took the smaller man's distraction as an opportunity to attack his neck, alternating soft sucking and lapping at Taichi's pulse point. Joshima couldn't take his eyes away. Surely he was dreaming. Nightmare, maybe.
"Lea-der~," Taichi drawled, extracting one hand from the back of Nagase's pants to reach toward him.
Nagase frowned and bit down lightly on Taichi's clavicle. "Put that back," he growled. "I liked it there." Nagase glanced up at Joshima and smiled that wicked smile of his. "Come on in, Leader. The water's fine."
"....I'm going to stay in Mabo's room." Joshima turned to walk out only to find his path blocked faster than he thought possible. Nagase stared down at him with teeth bared in what Joshima was sure he thought was a sexy smile. It was more shark-like than anything else. "P-please move, Tomoya," he whispered in a vain attempt to push past.
"I don't think so, Leader." Nagase took a step forward. Joshima instinctively took a step back. Again. And again. "You should stay and play with us." Nagase leaned in to whisper as the back of Joshima's legs hit the bed, "Tai-chan's always had a thing for you, you know." He winked conspiratorially. Taichi sat up to kneel on the bed, molding himself to Joshima's back and running his hands up and down the older man's chest. He nipped lightly at Joshima's ear and practically purred at the shiver that rippled through the older man.
"Please~, Leader," Taichi whispered breathily in his ear. "The monkey just isn't enough for me tonight."
"OI!" Nagase cried, hands already working on Leader's pants.
Taichi grinned wickedly as his fingers deftly undid Joshima's remaining shirt buttons. "You know I love you, Tomo-chan." He paused his undressing of Leader and pulled Nagase in for a sloppy kiss over the older man's shoulder. Joshima stood sandwiched between the two, forced to only watch as they kissed, and again, passionately, heatedly.
Nagase groaned in the back of his throat and rolled his hips. Leader couldn't hold back the gasp, the clench of his fingers around Nagase's arms. Taichi giggled. "That's what I thought," he said, pulling away from Nagase's swollen lips after a quick peck and returning to stripping their (kind of) fearless leader.
Joshima tried to struggle away, slapping at Taichi's hands and wiggling a bit. Nagase chuckled deep in his chest and pulled the older man's hips closer. "You know you want it, Leader." He rolled his hips again, this time with more force. "And now you know I want it." Nagase winked and dropped to his knees, taking Leader's pants and boxers with him.
Before he knew what was happening, Joshima found himself lying on his back on the bed, clothesless, with a very naked Taichi leaving teasing little kisses all up and down his abdomen. Nagase danced around the room, struggling to tug off his socks. He would have laughed if Taichi hadn't done something positively sinful with his tongue on a nipple at that moment.
Leader whimpered lightly, eyes rolling back, fists clenched in the sheets. "P-p-please...Tai..."
Taichi straddled him, just above his waist. Too far up to provide any semblance of friction, damn him. "'Please' what, my dear Leader?" he asked with a smirk.
"We already tossed a coin," Nagase said, crawling up on the bed to rest his head on Taichi's shoulder. "I get to fuck you. You can fuck the midget if you want."
Joshima's head cleared for half a second at the word "fuck" (shit, were they really doing this??) before it was suddenly very, very foggy again. Nagase had disappeared again behind Taichi's slim body. All Joshima could hear were the wet sounds of suckling. All he could feel was Nagase's clever mouth finally being put to good use around his cock. Taichi looked behind him and grinned before leaning forward to whisper in Joshima's ear, "make him work for it."
Suddenly Taichi gasped and lurched forward half an inch, nearly smashing his face in the headboard. Nagase was sucking dick, not deaf. One long finger moved in and out of Taichi's slim body, another gently probing the soft ring of muscle encasing the aforementioned digit. Taichi opened his mouth to protest, but only managed a whine of pleasure. Leader's hands gripped the sheets tighter, the "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" repeating in his head growing louder.
He could tell when Nagase added that second finger, and then a third. Taichi's breath came in quick gasps, his hips rocked backward erratically, begging for more friction. Joshima tentatively brought one hand up. "What the fuck am I doing?" he asked himself for the hundredth time. Not that that stopped him from wrapping those fingers, those amazingly calloused and talented fingers, around Taichi's length and pulling lightly. "Oh Leader," Taichi hummed.
Nagase did something fucking amazing with his tongue and Joshima's head rolled back instinctively. "To-..." The name was lost in the long moan that worked its way out of Joshima's throat, bursting forth from his mouth. His hand tightened fractionally on Taichi, pulling a moan from above him.
And then suddenly, it stopped. Joshima lay there for a moment, eyes closed and wondering where in the world that wonderful heat went to and why in the world he was so fucking hard with no fucking going on. The sound of foil ripping brought him back to Earth. His eyes snapped open. Taichi was still hovering above him, a little smirk playing across his face as if he knew something Joshima didn't. Looking past him Joshima spotted Nagase struggling with a condom wrapper. How hard could it possibly be for a man who just turned 30 to- oh. All thought ceased as Nagase slowly (almost painfully so) rolled the condom down Joshima's length, adding a little more pressure than strictly necessary.
"Wait a minute," Joshima said, mind clearing for a moment. "Who am I..." His unfinished question was answered by Taichi positioning himself above his cock and carefully lining everything up. Nagase grinned evilly and grabbed Taichi's hips, forcing him all the way down. Joshima and Taichi gasped in sync, for vastly different reasons.
"You....asshole," Taichi worked out through clenched teeth, body curling toward Joshima instinctively. Joshima pulled him close, cradling him as gently as possible until he relaxed. Nagase snickered in the background, fondling his own half-hard erection with glee.
"You liked it, midget, don't lie."
"Fuck you."
"Maybe later."
"G-guys." Joshima's eyes were filled with a mix of lust and annoyance - a true talent for someone in this position, with his cock rammed up his bandmate's ass and another bandmate jerking off a little too close to his face.
"Sorry, Leader," they both mumbled, looking down. Taichi glanced back up, corners of his mouth pulling oh-so-slightly into a grin. He lifted himself slightly and sat back down several times, encasing Joshima's cock again and again.
Joshima grasped Taichi's thighs tight enough to leave little half-moons in his skin, desperately trying to control himself. "Th-thaaat....that's better," he mumble-gasped as Taichi pulled up a bit higher and sunk down a bit faster. The sheer torture made it that much more fantastic. He took Taichi's erection in one hand and pulled in time with his rocking hips, deftly spreading the tackiness at the end.
Nagase's hand never stopped on his cock, twisting a bit at the end, smearing the wetness up and down, faster, then slower. He'd been doing this for years, had the technique down. He knelt on the bed near Joshima's head, offering his manhood to be suckled upon. Leader always was very compliant. He turned his head just enough to get a good angle and took Nagase in his mouth. Nagase was big - huge, to be exact. One of the biggest Joshima had ever seen (and he'd seen a lot of cock). He was more than happy to suck him off to avoid having that thing shoved up his ass. As amazing as he knew that orgasm would be, the repercussions - not being able to walk the next day, et al. - may not be worth it.
Taichi was making the most delicious little mewling sounds as he rocked against Joshima's cock, hitting that spot deep within himself again and again. He wasn't going to last much longer. Joshima sped that hand up and brought the other to meet the base of Nagase's erection in his mouth. He laved the head with his tongue, dipping deep in the slit, lapping up every drop that had leaked out. Nagase watched with half-lidded eyes for a moment before reaching over to kiss Taichi deeply, demanding entrance to his mouth and trying desperately not to thrust his cock into Leader's eager and accommodating mouth. Joshima pulled back to suckle on the head, pulling hard with his tongue and hollowing his cheeks.
"Shit shit shit," Nagase uttered, leaning away from Taichi again to bend down, tangling one hand in Leader's hair, the other joining Leader's on Taichi's almost-there erection. Joshima smirked. Of all the things he failed at, this was one thing he excelled at wonderfully. He tilted his head forward and swallowed Nagase whole, relaxing the muscles at the back of his throat to allow for more of the large man's cock to fit. That was when Taichi lost it. Eyes focused on Leader's lips around Nagase's cock, both of their hands on his own, he came hard, clenching down on Leader and shooting sticky whiteness all over Leader's chest.
Joshima groaned at the sudden increase of warmth and tightness around his cock and catapulted Nagase into orgasm. Nagase's head fell back, mouth hanging open as he thrusted shallowly into Joshima's surprisingly eager one, coming harder than he had in a long time. Joshima didn't miss a drop, swallowing Nagase all down, delighting internally at the salty sweetness that was all Nagase. Taichi crawled off Joshima, taking the condom with him and tossing it in the trash before settling back between his legs. Nagase carefully pulled his cock from their leader's mouth with a satisfying 'pop'.
They all looked down at Joshima's cock, standing tall and erect, still ready to go.
"Damn, Leader," was all Taichi could manage, eyes wide with respect.
"Seriously, Grandpa Shige, that's impressive. Thought you would've shot your load hours before the midget," Nagase remarked, still fondling himself.
Ten minutes later they were both still on their knees, kissing around his erection, tongues intertwining in a beautiful dance. Joshima just smiled. This was gonna be a great tour.