Gekokujou - Success (Yara/Senga, R)
Title: Gekokujou - Success
Pairing: Yara/Senga
Rating/Warnings: R
AN: I totally forget why I wrote this. Gekokujou is the term for when a person of lower rank surpasses someone of higher rank, like a disciple beating their master at something.
Gekokujou - Success
Senga is just passing by the door to Yara's practice room when something catches his eye and he backpedals a bit to peer inside.
He's a little confused by what he sees. Yara seems to be just standing there, staring at his own two feet. Senga stays put until Yara looks up and catches him watching. He grins wryly before Senga can duck out of the way.
"Sometimes they just don't do what you want them to."
It takes a second for Senga to figure out the subject of the sentence. "Your... feet?" he asks.
Yara shrugs. "It happens."
"Y-yeah," Senga agrees. "I just didn't think it happened to you," he adds. Yara laughs and waves at the wall.
"Grab a seat if you've got a moment. You can watch an expert fail like one." He winks as Senga shuts the door and leans against the wall, sliding down to sit against.
Yara hums to himself, a combination of a melody and a rhythm, runs through a series of dance steps that look nothing like his usual style. Senga hasn't seen the dance before, but it looks more like something he himself would do. Yara runs it another time, the same series, with the same problems, then breaks it down to focus on a shorter series. Senga can see immediately why he's having trouble, Yara's tendency towards pop-and-lock tripping up the smooth flow of his new solo.
"Yaracchi." Senga stands, and Yara turns to look at him.
"Yeah?"
"You should- ah, I mean." Senga stops, just realizing that maybe he's a bit out of place. "No offense, Yara-senpai!" He nods his head in apology.
Yara's eyes crinkle as he smiles. "Kento, I may be your senpai, but I'm not a jerk, or so I'd like to think. You're allowed to give me advice, if you have any."
"I do!" Senga looks up quickly. "I mean. You've got to... um." He thinks for a bit on how to explain it. "Well, like this." He chooses to demonstrate instead, flowing through the few seconds Yara had been struggling with. Yara nods, seemingly impressed.
"That does look more like what the choreographer was doing," he admits.
"It's like the reverse of what you taught me," Senga starts, trying again. "Or maybe the same. Like... okay, remember when we did this?" Senga runs a bit from one of Yara's Butoukan routines, a specific point that he'd had to work with Senga on repeatedly; Senga counts as he moves, and Yara nods in understanding. "Well, I think maybe you need to do the same? Only in reverse."
"Kento, you make no sense." Yara looks amused, and Senga cringes. It's hard to explain.
"Ummm. Okay... oh! Okay. You're keeping everything on the beat and the rhythm, but it looks too sharp then. You need to let your arm move earlier, like... the counting is the same, but add in those triplets like you taught us." Senga swings his arm out wide just before stepping with his count. "You're stepping on a one, but if you break the beat into triplets, try moving your arm on the third triplet of the beat before, instead of at the same time as your foot." He demonstrates. "Like you always do - speed it up and slow it down. Just, instead of pausing on some of those breaks, keep going." Senga does a quick turn, leads with his arm again first before he lets his foot come down, then stops to find Yara staring at him. "Ah..."
Yara's eyes are big. "You actually sound like you know what you're talking about for once."
Senga grins. "Thank you! ...hey, wait!" Senga places his fists on his hips, indignant. "I sometimes know what I'm talking about!"
Yara laughs, and pulls Senga off-balance by one wrist to stand next to him facing the mirror. "Show me again."
They work together for a while, Yara showing Senga the steps and Senga showing Yara how to make them flow. Senga's glowing when they stop for a break, sweating from hard work, and pride. Yara flops down next to him against the wall and passes over his water bottle.
"So the student becomes the teacher."
Senga takes a swig of water and wipes his mouth with his arm. "Mm, yeah." He passes the water back. "What is this anyway, modern ballet?"
Yara shrugs. "Dunno. The choreographer just said she wanted me to try something new."
Senga nods. "It's hard changing what you're used to." It's what Yara told him when he was first teaching Senga how to stop his free-form flow, and it gets a smile out of him.
"I guess you don't need me anymore, then, huh?" he says.
"That's not true," Senga argues, leaning his shoulder into Yara's. He turns his head to give Yara a coy glance. "I'll always need Yaracchi."
"That so?" Yara smirks at him, catching on fast. He leans back harder, and Senga lets Yara push him over.
"I'm sure you've still got plenty to teach me," Senga breathes, and then pouts when Yara refuses to kiss him. "What?" he whines.
"Nika?" Yara asks, holding Senga off.
"Won't care," Senga says, and pulls Yara down. It's a lie, because Nikaido will probably be a bit annoyed, but he's too chicken to challenge Yara and Senga knows this. Plus he messes around with Fujigaya too much to call Senga on anything without being a hypocrit, and Senga knows this, too. Senga also knows that Yara is really, really good, and there's no way he's passing up on the opportunity.
He pulls Yara down even closer and presses his mouth to his, writhes beneath Yara as Yara kisses him breathless, twists until Yara is forced to hold him down.
"Stop moving so much," Yara mutters, his hands tight on Senga's waist.
Senga does no such thing. "Make me," he whispers back, and heat races through his veins as Yara takes up the challenge, pinning Senga to the floor. Senga likes the way it feels with Yara's full weight on top of him, not too heavy, but enough to make him have to work for it, and he likes the way Yara pushes him down when Senga fights against him. Senga could throw him off if he really wanted to, because even as dead weight, Yara's just not that big, but Senga doesn't want to, prefers to wiggle beneath him and feel the way their bodies rub together.
Yara growls and bites at Senga's lips, his hands sliding down to grab Senga's hips and still him, and Senga knows he's gotten to him. He switches tactics and goes vocal, relaxing beneath Yara and moaning into his mouth instead. They haven't been together many times, but despite what some may say, Senga can be a quick learner, and he knows how to push Yara's buttons.
"Senpai," Senga gasps as Yara nips behind Senga's ear and continues down his neck; he'll play up his innocent kouhai act for as much as it's worth, even if they both know it's just that - an act.
"Quiet, you." Yara nips a bit harder and Senga groans.
"But you feel so goooood." He draws it out, all airy, and Yara claps a hand over his mouth. It means Senga's free to raise his hips, and he does, right into Yara, smirking beneath Yara's palm as Yara bites back a groan. Yara likes how Senga moves, likes how he sounds, likes it all too much and he can't stop both, and Senga's counting on that; he'll get what he wants. Yara does his best to keep control, and Senga approves of his methods as he gets a bit rougher.
He shoves Senga's shirt up, yanks his pants down, and Senga shivers as his ass hits the cool floor, little ripples that pass through his body and translate to pure pleasure as Yara tongues his nipple. The air hitting his bare skin has the opposite of a cooling effect, leaves Senga feeling exposed and hot and slutty. Senga goes with it, threading his fingers through Yara's hair and arching into him, moaning as Yara mouths his way across Senga's chest.
Senga doesn't argue when Yara flips him over. He lets Yara pull his hips up, shove his head down, and buries his face in his arms as he waits, completely vulnerable and loving it. He can't help but shake when he feels Yara's cock press against the sensitive skin of his entrance.
"I really want to fuck you," Yara growls, and Senga pushes back against him.
"Ahh, I really want you to," he answers, but he knows Yara won't. They're not prepared, don't have anything in the room with them, but Yara goes through the motions, rubbing his cock across Senga's hole, sliding between his ass cheeks until Senga's near begging, until he tells Yara to screw it all and fuck him anyway.
"Can't do that," Yara answers, but his voice sounds tight and he gives Senga a sudden shove. Senga topples over, caught unawares, and then he's sprawled on his back, Yara on his knees above him. "But I will fuck you like this." And then he shoves his cock in Senga's mouth.
Senga doesn't want to admit how much he loves it, loves letting Yara fuck his throat, but he can't help how desperate it makes him. His own cock is aching, but when he reaches around to touch himself, Yara grabs him by the wrists and slams his hands into the floor next to his head. Yara thrusts harder, presses down all around him, and it's hard to breathe. Senga moans and fights against Yara's grip, moans again as Yara pulls back and comes hot over Senga's tongue.
"Come," Yara demands, and releases one of Senga's wrists. Senga licks Yara's cock clean where it's still pressed in his face, reaches around Yara's body to touch himself, and it's only a few strokes before he cries out, squeezing himself tightly and spilling across his stomach.
Yara climbs off of him and tucks himself away, tosses Senga his towel. He gives Senga the last of his water, too, once Senga has cleaned himself up a bit.
"Good work today, kouhai." Yara smirks. Senga flops back against the floor, sated and exhausted. Yara reaches over to trace a finger across Senga's mouth. "I can see why Nika-chan likes you so much."
Senga tries to nip at his fingertip and misses. "Mmm," he says, "but do you know why I like Nika?"
He refuses to give Yara an answer, and Yara's expression says he's going to find out.
Senga knows Nikaido will thank him later.
OMAKE (originally in comments):
Senga knows Nikaido well, knows that there are few things he loves more than a great prank, and he's pretty sure his plan is going to work. Nikaido learned his lesson quite a while ago about sticking with his group; Senga's just fortunate enough to have two.
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"No?!" Yara says, entirely indignant.
"No," Nikaido repeats, and calmly closes the door in Yara's face.
Later, Nikaido and Senga laugh themselves silly when Nikaido relates the episode.
"You should have seen his face," Nikaido gasps, clutching a pillow to his stomach.
Senga's already curled into a ball on the couch next to him, cackling. "Best joke ever, right?"
"You're awesome," Nikaido agrees, meeting Senga's fist-bop as Senga sits up. "Thanks."
And that's all it takes for Senga to be happy, because more than anything, more than feeling Nikaido fall apart beneath him, Senga loves to make Nikaido smile.
Pairing: Yara/Senga
Rating/Warnings: R
AN: I totally forget why I wrote this. Gekokujou is the term for when a person of lower rank surpasses someone of higher rank, like a disciple beating their master at something.
Gekokujou - Success
Senga is just passing by the door to Yara's practice room when something catches his eye and he backpedals a bit to peer inside.
He's a little confused by what he sees. Yara seems to be just standing there, staring at his own two feet. Senga stays put until Yara looks up and catches him watching. He grins wryly before Senga can duck out of the way.
"Sometimes they just don't do what you want them to."
It takes a second for Senga to figure out the subject of the sentence. "Your... feet?" he asks.
Yara shrugs. "It happens."
"Y-yeah," Senga agrees. "I just didn't think it happened to you," he adds. Yara laughs and waves at the wall.
"Grab a seat if you've got a moment. You can watch an expert fail like one." He winks as Senga shuts the door and leans against the wall, sliding down to sit against.
Yara hums to himself, a combination of a melody and a rhythm, runs through a series of dance steps that look nothing like his usual style. Senga hasn't seen the dance before, but it looks more like something he himself would do. Yara runs it another time, the same series, with the same problems, then breaks it down to focus on a shorter series. Senga can see immediately why he's having trouble, Yara's tendency towards pop-and-lock tripping up the smooth flow of his new solo.
"Yaracchi." Senga stands, and Yara turns to look at him.
"Yeah?"
"You should- ah, I mean." Senga stops, just realizing that maybe he's a bit out of place. "No offense, Yara-senpai!" He nods his head in apology.
Yara's eyes crinkle as he smiles. "Kento, I may be your senpai, but I'm not a jerk, or so I'd like to think. You're allowed to give me advice, if you have any."
"I do!" Senga looks up quickly. "I mean. You've got to... um." He thinks for a bit on how to explain it. "Well, like this." He chooses to demonstrate instead, flowing through the few seconds Yara had been struggling with. Yara nods, seemingly impressed.
"That does look more like what the choreographer was doing," he admits.
"It's like the reverse of what you taught me," Senga starts, trying again. "Or maybe the same. Like... okay, remember when we did this?" Senga runs a bit from one of Yara's Butoukan routines, a specific point that he'd had to work with Senga on repeatedly; Senga counts as he moves, and Yara nods in understanding. "Well, I think maybe you need to do the same? Only in reverse."
"Kento, you make no sense." Yara looks amused, and Senga cringes. It's hard to explain.
"Ummm. Okay... oh! Okay. You're keeping everything on the beat and the rhythm, but it looks too sharp then. You need to let your arm move earlier, like... the counting is the same, but add in those triplets like you taught us." Senga swings his arm out wide just before stepping with his count. "You're stepping on a one, but if you break the beat into triplets, try moving your arm on the third triplet of the beat before, instead of at the same time as your foot." He demonstrates. "Like you always do - speed it up and slow it down. Just, instead of pausing on some of those breaks, keep going." Senga does a quick turn, leads with his arm again first before he lets his foot come down, then stops to find Yara staring at him. "Ah..."
Yara's eyes are big. "You actually sound like you know what you're talking about for once."
Senga grins. "Thank you! ...hey, wait!" Senga places his fists on his hips, indignant. "I sometimes know what I'm talking about!"
Yara laughs, and pulls Senga off-balance by one wrist to stand next to him facing the mirror. "Show me again."
They work together for a while, Yara showing Senga the steps and Senga showing Yara how to make them flow. Senga's glowing when they stop for a break, sweating from hard work, and pride. Yara flops down next to him against the wall and passes over his water bottle.
"So the student becomes the teacher."
Senga takes a swig of water and wipes his mouth with his arm. "Mm, yeah." He passes the water back. "What is this anyway, modern ballet?"
Yara shrugs. "Dunno. The choreographer just said she wanted me to try something new."
Senga nods. "It's hard changing what you're used to." It's what Yara told him when he was first teaching Senga how to stop his free-form flow, and it gets a smile out of him.
"I guess you don't need me anymore, then, huh?" he says.
"That's not true," Senga argues, leaning his shoulder into Yara's. He turns his head to give Yara a coy glance. "I'll always need Yaracchi."
"That so?" Yara smirks at him, catching on fast. He leans back harder, and Senga lets Yara push him over.
"I'm sure you've still got plenty to teach me," Senga breathes, and then pouts when Yara refuses to kiss him. "What?" he whines.
"Nika?" Yara asks, holding Senga off.
"Won't care," Senga says, and pulls Yara down. It's a lie, because Nikaido will probably be a bit annoyed, but he's too chicken to challenge Yara and Senga knows this. Plus he messes around with Fujigaya too much to call Senga on anything without being a hypocrit, and Senga knows this, too. Senga also knows that Yara is really, really good, and there's no way he's passing up on the opportunity.
He pulls Yara down even closer and presses his mouth to his, writhes beneath Yara as Yara kisses him breathless, twists until Yara is forced to hold him down.
"Stop moving so much," Yara mutters, his hands tight on Senga's waist.
Senga does no such thing. "Make me," he whispers back, and heat races through his veins as Yara takes up the challenge, pinning Senga to the floor. Senga likes the way it feels with Yara's full weight on top of him, not too heavy, but enough to make him have to work for it, and he likes the way Yara pushes him down when Senga fights against him. Senga could throw him off if he really wanted to, because even as dead weight, Yara's just not that big, but Senga doesn't want to, prefers to wiggle beneath him and feel the way their bodies rub together.
Yara growls and bites at Senga's lips, his hands sliding down to grab Senga's hips and still him, and Senga knows he's gotten to him. He switches tactics and goes vocal, relaxing beneath Yara and moaning into his mouth instead. They haven't been together many times, but despite what some may say, Senga can be a quick learner, and he knows how to push Yara's buttons.
"Senpai," Senga gasps as Yara nips behind Senga's ear and continues down his neck; he'll play up his innocent kouhai act for as much as it's worth, even if they both know it's just that - an act.
"Quiet, you." Yara nips a bit harder and Senga groans.
"But you feel so goooood." He draws it out, all airy, and Yara claps a hand over his mouth. It means Senga's free to raise his hips, and he does, right into Yara, smirking beneath Yara's palm as Yara bites back a groan. Yara likes how Senga moves, likes how he sounds, likes it all too much and he can't stop both, and Senga's counting on that; he'll get what he wants. Yara does his best to keep control, and Senga approves of his methods as he gets a bit rougher.
He shoves Senga's shirt up, yanks his pants down, and Senga shivers as his ass hits the cool floor, little ripples that pass through his body and translate to pure pleasure as Yara tongues his nipple. The air hitting his bare skin has the opposite of a cooling effect, leaves Senga feeling exposed and hot and slutty. Senga goes with it, threading his fingers through Yara's hair and arching into him, moaning as Yara mouths his way across Senga's chest.
Senga doesn't argue when Yara flips him over. He lets Yara pull his hips up, shove his head down, and buries his face in his arms as he waits, completely vulnerable and loving it. He can't help but shake when he feels Yara's cock press against the sensitive skin of his entrance.
"I really want to fuck you," Yara growls, and Senga pushes back against him.
"Ahh, I really want you to," he answers, but he knows Yara won't. They're not prepared, don't have anything in the room with them, but Yara goes through the motions, rubbing his cock across Senga's hole, sliding between his ass cheeks until Senga's near begging, until he tells Yara to screw it all and fuck him anyway.
"Can't do that," Yara answers, but his voice sounds tight and he gives Senga a sudden shove. Senga topples over, caught unawares, and then he's sprawled on his back, Yara on his knees above him. "But I will fuck you like this." And then he shoves his cock in Senga's mouth.
Senga doesn't want to admit how much he loves it, loves letting Yara fuck his throat, but he can't help how desperate it makes him. His own cock is aching, but when he reaches around to touch himself, Yara grabs him by the wrists and slams his hands into the floor next to his head. Yara thrusts harder, presses down all around him, and it's hard to breathe. Senga moans and fights against Yara's grip, moans again as Yara pulls back and comes hot over Senga's tongue.
"Come," Yara demands, and releases one of Senga's wrists. Senga licks Yara's cock clean where it's still pressed in his face, reaches around Yara's body to touch himself, and it's only a few strokes before he cries out, squeezing himself tightly and spilling across his stomach.
Yara climbs off of him and tucks himself away, tosses Senga his towel. He gives Senga the last of his water, too, once Senga has cleaned himself up a bit.
"Good work today, kouhai." Yara smirks. Senga flops back against the floor, sated and exhausted. Yara reaches over to trace a finger across Senga's mouth. "I can see why Nika-chan likes you so much."
Senga tries to nip at his fingertip and misses. "Mmm," he says, "but do you know why I like Nika?"
He refuses to give Yara an answer, and Yara's expression says he's going to find out.
Senga knows Nikaido will thank him later.
OMAKE (originally in comments):
Senga knows Nikaido well, knows that there are few things he loves more than a great prank, and he's pretty sure his plan is going to work. Nikaido learned his lesson quite a while ago about sticking with his group; Senga's just fortunate enough to have two.
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"No?!" Yara says, entirely indignant.
"No," Nikaido repeats, and calmly closes the door in Yara's face.
Later, Nikaido and Senga laugh themselves silly when Nikaido relates the episode.
"You should have seen his face," Nikaido gasps, clutching a pillow to his stomach.
Senga's already curled into a ball on the couch next to him, cackling. "Best joke ever, right?"
"You're awesome," Nikaido agrees, meeting Senga's fist-bop as Senga sits up. "Thanks."
And that's all it takes for Senga to be happy, because more than anything, more than feeling Nikaido fall apart beneath him, Senga loves to make Nikaido smile.