[Fic] Instruction
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lotus_beautyTitle: Instruction (Part 4?)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lotus_beauty
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: …uh… ot3, since I can’t pin a pair
Warnings: threesomeish
Summary: He wanted a lesson, so he got it.
Notes: Ryohei is still blonde. I enjoy being able to tell my guys apart easily
1: Seduction
2: Satisfaction
3: Persuation
“What the hell was I thinking?”
“You said, promise to teach me a lesson, so I am.”
Ryohei glared at Ryuichi, who was tying his left wrist to the headboard of their bed. Why he agreed to this, he would never know, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t like it at all.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Ryuichi said quietly.
“Sorry,” the blonde looked away. This was his punishment for being so impatient all the time. It wasn’t his fault that Ryuichi was walking sex to him—it was Ryuichi’s fault! It didn’t help that the younger man always let him take over and lose control. He had promised himself to take it slow with Ryuichi after that night in the shower with Keita, and yet, every time they were alone he couldn’t stop himself from taking his lover as always—fast and hard.
“I wasn’t helping because I wanted to see if you could control yourself,” Ryuichi said, as if he was reading Ryohei’s mind. He smirked a little, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Apparently, I am quite difficult to resist.”
Ryohei frowned. “I find you are making a terrible understatement,” he said with a level stare at Ryuichi’s pleased smile. He looked up and out the bedroom door as they heard the buzzer. “Who…”
“Must be Keita,” Ryuichi said absently as he tested the bonds by pulling gently on Ryohei’s arms.
“WHAT.” The blonde stared at him.
He just smiled. “I invited Keita to help with the lesson!”
“Does he know what you’re planning?” Ryohei eyed him. If he knew Ryuichi…
“Nope!” And with a kiss to his lover’s cheek, Ryuichi was scooting off the bed and heading for the door. Brat.
Ryohei sighed and resigned himself to an evening of complete and utter… No point in thinking about it yet. He glanced up at his bindings to look over Ryuichi’s work. His lover had done just as well as he had when he’d tied them on the little imp on previous occasions. Too bad there was no way for him to reach the end that could release him. He wondered if he could rip the cloth that bound him—though his lover would probably get angry if he did that. Ryuichi obviously had the strength to do so; his arms were larger than Ryohei’s in comparison, and yet, he always seemed the weaker of them. Maybe he was just too lazy to fight for dominance… maybe he already had it. Ryohei started for a moment as he thought this over, but was distracted as he heard voices moving closer to the room.
“Whaaaaat? What is it that you called me and made me come over on my day off… for…” Keita trailed off as he was dragged into the room and his eyes caught on the wide eyed blonde. “Ryuichi, why is Ryohei tied to the headboard without his shirt on?”
“I’m teaching him a lesson!” The younger man informed Keita enthusiastically. “You want to help me, right?”
“Hey! Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” Ryohei pouted.
Keita eyed the black haired man suspiciously. “And what lesson is this supposed to be?”
“Patience.”
Keita’s eyes narrowed. “Really…” he said as he seemed to lose himself in his thoughts.
“Keita…” Ryohei called his name to get no response. “Keita?” Oh god, he was actually contemplating this.
“He didn’t learn anything when we were in the shower?” The singer pouted a little and threw Ryohei a dejected look. Ryohei suddenly decided that if his hands hadn’t been tied, he’d have tackled the jerk and strangled him right there and then. Well, maybe not strangled, but other perfectly fine tortures…
“Aw, don’t look at me like that,” Keita whined pathetically as he pouted.
“Want me to put a blindfold on him?” Ryuichi asked with a grin.
Ryohei shook his head vigorously as he watched them in dread. Would they really do that? He watched as they considered him with devious eyes and he sank back against the headboard. This was getting worse by the minute. His eyes caught Ryuichi’s and he saw the young man’s eyes change.
“No,” Ryuichi said looking away as he tugged on the edge of Keita’s shirt. “No blindfold.”
Ryohei let out a sigh of relief as Keita tilted his head at the shorter man curiously. The singer then looked a little down and Ryohei felt bad. Keita could tell the other two were close—it really wasn’t fair.
“Keita—”
“It’s probably better that he’s not blindfolded, since then he’ll have to watch.” Ryuichi smiled cheerfully at the singer.
Ryohei seethed for five seconds. He glared in protest as Keita laughed and his lover tossed him a look of deviousness. All he thought was that sometime soon, he would see to it that he was going to fuck each of them stupid at some point, as a return lesson.
Keita sighed and took his jacket off. “Somehow, I just know I won’t regret this,” he said with a smile. Ryohei rolled his eyes—Keita would find this fun. He watched as Ryuichi stole away with Keita’s jacket and the singer turned to the man trapped on the bed. “Feel like you’ve gotten yourself into a mess?”
“Quite.” The blonde watched as Keita crawled onto the bed and sat beside him, his head just under Ryohei’s hand. He scratched the singer’s head affectionately, a laugh rewarding his effort. He was surprised when Keita shifted to sit in his lap.
“Didn’t learn anything?” he asked, disappointment hanging in his words.
Ryohei sighed. “I did,” he replied with a little frustration.
“Just not how to apply it,” Keita said with a smile. “You know, Ryohei…”
The blonde looked down to watch as the man in his lap repeatedly unbuttoned and buttoned the top of his jeans. “Hm?” he urged Keita to go on.
“I may act immature, but only when I can.” The singer looked up through his bangs, his eyes soft but serious. Ryohei smiled a little at the comment. Everyone knew Keita was mature, but he wasn’t going to bother being mature if he didn’t have to be—especially if the moment didn’t call for it. It was like an unspoken agreement he’d made with himself.
He went on, “I don’t think every look that Ryuichi gives you is supposed to make you want him so bad.” Keita chuckled lightly as a blush crept up Ryohei’s cheeks. “I think, maybe,” he whispered this time, his face moving closer, “once you lose control, he loses control too.”
The dancer felt embarrassed suddenly. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Hm, I thought so.” Keita said quietly. “Watch and listen, okay?” He waited as Ryohei nodded. “I’m doing this for both of you,” he murmured before pressing a kiss to the blonde’s lips. As Keita pulled back, Ryohei leaned forward as their lips lingered together.
“Keita, I…” he trailed off as the young man smiled.
“I know.” He gave the blonde another kiss. “Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you two.”
Ryohei blinked in surprise as Ryuichi’s head appeared above Keita’s shoulder and he leaned closer to nibble on the singer’s ear, causing him to shiver involuntarily. The blonde bit his lip as he tried not to laugh. Poor Keita; they both loved to exploit his weak spot.
“You two are boring. I’m getting undressed,” he announced and crawled away to the side of the bed and began to pull his shirt off.
Keita glanced darkly at Ryuichi. “What are his weak spots?”
Ryohei smirked. “Biting, especially his shoulders and neck.” He bit his lip again to keep from laughing when Keita threw him a look of interest—he obviously hadn’t tried it yet. “He loves feather light touches… when I have the brains to do it, on his back and arms; and running your hands through his hair. I’d tell you more, but I think he’d fall asleep.” He cast his eyes over at the naked man who was now lying on his stomach, chin propped on his hands as his legs waved in the air in boredom.
Keita pressed a quick kiss to Ryohei’s lips and thanked him before moving away toward the little imp near the end of the bed. The blonde glanced down to see that Keita had left his jeans button undone. He frowned at it curiously for a moment before being distracted by the sound of a kiss and looked up to see the Ryuichi in Keita’s lap, practically drowning him in kisses as his hands worked to get the buttons on Keita’s shirt open. Ryohei suddenly found it hard to concentrate as the rapper ran his hands over Keita’s chest and shoulders. He mentally cursed his bandmates for being so damn hot and wondered why the hell Ryuichi was always so enthusiastic if he wanted his lover to go slow.
His thoughts came to a screeching stop as he watched Keita’s eyes roll up and the young man shivered with a gasp as Ryuichi’s tongue traced over the outer edge of his ear, nibbling on the singer’s earlobe for good measure. Ryohei let out the breath he was holding, his arms flexing as he longed to join them. At the sound, the singer glanced over and his eyes became more focused, as if he’d forgotten his task with Ryuichi’s very persuasive actions. Ryohei couldn’t blame him; for that instant, he’d lost his head too. The blonde tried to ignore how tight his pants were getting as the other two got lost in a round of kisses again, Keita leaning back to lay on the bed with Ryuichi on top of him.
Ryohei’s eyebrows rose in mild surprise as Keita turned the tables and rolled atop the evil imp, trapping him against the mattress. He then noticed the small beads of sweat that were forming on the singer’s back as Ryuichi was undoing the taller man’s pants. The blonde had to admit that he too was getting hot, but was it hot in here? The thought made him remember something Ryuichi had said the day before.
Ryohei had rolled his eyes and gone back to putting groceries away, but now he had to admit his lover was right. Sort of like the first step in a set of instructions.
His attention was drawn away from his thoughts again as he noticed Keita was now completely naked and was holding Ryuichi’s wrists down on the bed. The vision before him made him whimper softly as his arms tugged on their bindings. At the sound, he watched as Ryuichi graced him with his dancing eyes, teasing him. But Ryohei smirked in response when he saw Keita lean down and bite lightly over the rapper’s neck, causing Ryuichi’s eyes to roll up in pleasure. Just because his revenge was exacted through Keita didn’t mean he wasn’t frustrated by his bindings. Damnit, he wanted to join them!
“I’m your lover right now,” Keita told the younger man quietly, staring into his eyes as his hand lightly ran down Ryuichi’s side, causing him to shiver and Ryohei to swallow a moan. “Got it?”
Ryuichi nodded and leaned up to nibble on Keita’s ear, effectively rendering him helpless as one of his arms buckled under the feelings elicited. To his credit, the vocalist bit back a moan and pinned Ryuichi’s arms down to the bed again. Ryohei bit his lip as he tried to concentrate—Keita was a lot better at this than he.
The singer trailed his fingertips down Ryuichi’s arms as he stole a kiss. The rapper sighed in pleasure against Keita’s lips when the kiss ended and his fingertips reached Ryuichi’s shoulders. The two men’s noses nuzzled together for a moment before Keita leaned down for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate. The singer gently ran his hands through the smaller man’s hair as they kissed as Ryuichi’s arms reached up to wrap around his lover’s torso. Ryohei watched each and every one of Ryuichi’s reactions with rapt interest. Especially when Keita’s kisses trailed down the rapper’s neck then his teeth started to nibble on the young man’s neck and shoulders, causing the rapper’s body to roll in response, his fingers digging into the singer’s upper back. Ryohei already knew that his lover did all of these things—he could feel them as he was doing them, but he had never noticed how distracting it was to him to know how much of an effect he had on the young man. He suddenly realized that his feeling of being in control and dominant was a turn on of his. Could going slow make this an advantage to him?
He caught Keita’s eyes glancing at him and the singer gave him a glimpse of a smirk before turning back to the young man underneath him that was lost in his haze of lust. The vocalist pulled him out of it by whispering something in his ear, and Ryuichi’s eyes started to sparkle suddenly. Ryohei bit his lip, straining to hear as they sat up and turned their eyes on him—uh oh.
Ryuichi crawled up over the blonde and touched their noses together affectionately, so Ryohei returned the gesture, making his lover smile before he moved to sit to Ryohei’s right, leaning against him a little. The rapper rested his head on the blonde’s shoulder as his hand rested inside Ryohei’s thigh. His eyes gazed down at the thumb caressing his thigh through his jeans as he nuzzled the young man’s hair. Breathing in his lover’s scent, Ryohei switched his gaze to Keita, who was moving closer to Ryuichi. He then suddenly dipped down as he crawled closer, his lips kissing their way up one of the rapper’s thighs until—oh god.
Ryohei moaned in unison with Ryuichi as he watched Keita’s tongue lick up his lover’s erection, the rapper’s hand squeezing his thigh. The blonde’s eyes closed in response. He wasn’t sure he could watch this happen right next to him and not come in his pants. Keita obviously wasn’t feeling very kind though, because his hand went slithering up Ryohei’s other thigh to rub over bulge in his pants, causing a keening moan to escape the dancer as his toes curled at the sensation. Luckily—or unluckily, he couldn’t decide—the singer’s hand retreated to his thigh as he put all of his concentration on the rapper, who was writhing in pleasure next to Ryohei, his head rolling to the side as he moaned and the blonde assumed Keita had done something particularly clever with his tongue. Ryuichi was all but limp against him and even his hand had fallen to the mattress, no longer teasing the blonde.
Instead of watching, Ryohei closed his eyes and listened to the sounds the escaped the young man, and the way his body moved against him. He listened to each moan and gasp that correlated with every move and recorded them in his mind. He was sure he could use this later, when he had the time and patience to exploit Ryuichi’s every weakness—when he wasn’t tied up. It wasn’t long before even he could feel the young man was close, and he paid close attention the way his lover’s body moved as he finally hit his climax. A smirk crossed his lips as he locked away all the things he’d learned in his mind and decided on use for later. He opened his eyes at the sound of a kiss and saw Keita moving toward him to sit in his lap.
A light smile played on Keita’s lips. “You look smug.” He pressed a kiss to the blonde’s lips, deepening it slowly as he could taste his lover on Keita.
Ryohei chuckled lightly. “What makes you say that?”
“Because it’s your turn,” Ryuichi murmured and kissed his shoulder, distracting him with confusion.
“My tu—” he cut off as he felt a tug on his pants and looked down to see Keita pulling the zipper of his pants down with his teeth. Ryohei could do nothing but stare in surprise when Keita looked up with a grin. Where the hell had he learned that?! One glance to Ryuichi told him the answer. He fixed his lover with a level stare of vague amusement as he lifted his hips as best he could to help Keita get his pants and underwear off.
“What?” Ryuichi smiled deviously. The rapper then reached up and caressed his collar bone to make the blonde shiver involuntarily. “We wouldn’t dare leave you unsatisfied.”
“That’s not why I was look—Aaah!” Ryohei froze, his body stiffening for a moment as he felt something deliciously slick and warm attending to his cock. He didn’t need to look down to know who was being so kind as to do so and let his head fall back as he moaned softly. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long, as the vocalist took his lips and tongue and scooted away. A whimper of frustration escaped Ryohei as he fought his bonds. Were they teasing him?
“You want him, don’t you?” Ryuichi whispered into Ryohei’s ear as the blonde caught Keita’s eyes. There was some level of uncertainty in the singer’s eyes as to what he might be getting himself into, but the anticipation he saw there was enough to make him nod without another thought.
The rapper then began to whisper in Ryohei’s ear as he loosened the bond for his right arm, freeing it as he moved to the other side and continued to whisper, pressing a bottle of lube in to that hand before freeing it and finishing listing off each thing he had found out about Keita that made him go weak in the knees. He wasn’t going to use all of this information today though, because he had a completely different idea on his mind. Ryohei then grabbed the back of Ryuichi’s neck and kissed him deeply as a thank you before finally moving away from the spot where he’d been tethered.
He slinked toward Keita (who looked a little more nervous by this time) on his hands and knees. It wasn’t until he was close that he dropped the bottle and climbed into Keita’s lap, biting his own lip to resist everything he wanted to do to the young man.
“I’m not going to be gentle with you,” he stated evenly, staring into the singer’s eyes. Keita looked a little unsure, but nodded nonetheless. The blonde curbed his hunger for the young man a little longer, moving slowly as his arms wrapped around Keita’s neck and he caressed the spot behind his neck where it met his back. The vocalist let out shuddered sigh which prompted Ryohei for his next attack as he leaned closer to lick the outer edge of Keita’s ear. He felt Keita shiver as he nibbled on the young man’s ear lobe, the singer’s breath coming faster. When he pulled back, he could see that Keita was now somewhere else completely and that gave him the advantage.
With a slight change of his weight, he pressed Keita back down onto the bed, distracting the young man with a kiss. It wasn’t until the kiss ended that he held Keita’s hands down against the sheets and he noticed it, or more heard it—the mewling moan that spilled from the singer’s throat. He wanted it just as bad as Ryohei did, and that left no qualms about being rough with him.
“I want you on your hands and knees facing the headboard,” Ryohei ordered as he stared into Keita’s eyes. “Got it?”
Keita managed a nod before the blonde claimed his lips again. Somehow Ryohei knew he’d have to tear himself away from the singer’s lips soon or they would both lose themselves in it. He pulled out of the kiss and wrenched Keita up into a sitting position as he resisted the urge to kiss him again.
“Get over there,” he said as he slid off of the singer’s lap. He watched as Keita crawled to the headboard and wrapped his fingers around two spots on the headboard. Good, Ryohei thought as he picked up the discarded bottle and opened it to spread the lubrication over himself. Keita chose that particular moment to gaze over his shoulder at the dancer and he saw the singer’s lips part in anticipation. Ryohei bit his lip to keep from smirking and slinked on all fours toward his lover to reach up and push Keita’s torso down to the bed, his ass still in the air. He didn’t bother giving the young man a moment to recover as he quickly shifted and thrust himself into the vocalist quick, stopping once fully in to appreciate the way Keita shivered under his hands that were running over the singer’s back.
With more control than he’d ever achieved before, Ryohei reached down to the singer's shoulder blades with both hands before drawing his fingers up Keita’s back, his nails scratching lightly across his skin towards his behind. He waited through the singer’s whimpering and panting for that one deep moan he wanted, and was granted it when he rolled his hips against the singer and Keita couldn’t hold it back. The dancer started to drive his hips fast and hard against his lover, enjoying feeling and hearing Keita desperate for the pleasure he was dispensing, pushing his ass back into Ryohei, rolling their hips together as his moans begged him for everything he had.
It didn’t take either of them long to reach their climax and somewhere in Ryohei’s mind, he wasn’t surprised when Keita succumbed to an orgasm before him. The singer’s body shuddered and tightened under and around him and it was just what he needed as he thrust those last few times before he also gave in to the orgasm that laced up his spine as he came inside his lover. He didn’t really remember much after that, but it didn’t take a genius to see that he was quite pleased. When his mind cleared a little, Ryohei found realized he was lying over Keita’s back, panting as the singer’s back rose and fell doing the same.
“Ryohei?”
“Hnn?” he decided on, since he wasn’t sure he could really say much at the moment that wasn’t a contented moan.
“Promise to do that again to me sometime?” The singer asked as a chuckle managed to escape the dancer. “Only, make it last longer?”
Leave it to Keita to make him coherent. “I’ll make sure to put your instruction to good use on you.”
“That sounds like a promise.” The amusement in Keita’s voice was hard to miss.
“You better believe it,” he replied and sighed. For a moment, he wanted to just lay there for a while, but he realized it must be rather uncomfortable for Keita to be in this position and decided it was time he moved. He pulled back and wasn’t but half a foot away from the singer when he was pounced and Keita’s lips were on his. Not that he minded, but… well… he forgot what he’d been thinking before and lost himself in the kiss.
“I love you,” Keita murmured against his lips and his eyes flew open to see happiness dancing behind the singer’s eyes.
“I know,” he replied as he wondered why Keita had said it now.
“Both of you,” the singer turned his head to look at Ryuichi, who was modestly (for once) wearing a pair of boxers as he held a plate and stood shocked in the doorway.
Ryuichi went limp, the plate slipping from his hands to land on the floor. Ryohei was relieved when it didn’t shatter, but the sandwiches sure did go everywhere. The singer was shocked by this action and was immediately at his side asking what was wrong, but the blonde knew better. Back when he’d confessed to Ryuichi, he’d had a similar reaction. At the time, the rapper admitted he didn’t know someone could love him the way he loved them, but this time… Ryohei smiled as the other two hugged and Keita happily caught the startled Ryuichi in a kiss. As they chattered, Ryohei went around the room and collected three sets of clothing, putting on his before handing the other two theirs. Ryuichi complained that he would have it off again eventually and the blonde rolled his eyes as the rapper wiggled his way back into his pants, enjoying the looks he earned. He then smacked his ass at them and went to pick up the sandwiches, inspecting them carefully.
“Do you ever think he’ll lose that?”
Ryohei glanced at the singer who was pulling his shirt on. “What, his ass?”
Keita laughed. “No, his playfulness.”
“I sure hope not.”
“Me neither.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not right here!”
>>;
To part 5
Author:
lotus_beautyRating: NC-17
Pairings: …uh… ot3, since I can’t pin a pair
Warnings: threesomeish
Summary: He wanted a lesson, so he got it.
Notes: Ryohei is still blonde. I enjoy being able to tell my guys apart easily
1: Seduction
2: Satisfaction
3: Persuation
“What the hell was I thinking?”
“You said, promise to teach me a lesson, so I am.”
Ryohei glared at Ryuichi, who was tying his left wrist to the headboard of their bed. Why he agreed to this, he would never know, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t like it at all.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Ryuichi said quietly.
“Sorry,” the blonde looked away. This was his punishment for being so impatient all the time. It wasn’t his fault that Ryuichi was walking sex to him—it was Ryuichi’s fault! It didn’t help that the younger man always let him take over and lose control. He had promised himself to take it slow with Ryuichi after that night in the shower with Keita, and yet, every time they were alone he couldn’t stop himself from taking his lover as always—fast and hard.
“I wasn’t helping because I wanted to see if you could control yourself,” Ryuichi said, as if he was reading Ryohei’s mind. He smirked a little, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Apparently, I am quite difficult to resist.”
Ryohei frowned. “I find you are making a terrible understatement,” he said with a level stare at Ryuichi’s pleased smile. He looked up and out the bedroom door as they heard the buzzer. “Who…”
“Must be Keita,” Ryuichi said absently as he tested the bonds by pulling gently on Ryohei’s arms.
“WHAT.” The blonde stared at him.
He just smiled. “I invited Keita to help with the lesson!”
“Does he know what you’re planning?” Ryohei eyed him. If he knew Ryuichi…
“Nope!” And with a kiss to his lover’s cheek, Ryuichi was scooting off the bed and heading for the door. Brat.
Ryohei sighed and resigned himself to an evening of complete and utter… No point in thinking about it yet. He glanced up at his bindings to look over Ryuichi’s work. His lover had done just as well as he had when he’d tied them on the little imp on previous occasions. Too bad there was no way for him to reach the end that could release him. He wondered if he could rip the cloth that bound him—though his lover would probably get angry if he did that. Ryuichi obviously had the strength to do so; his arms were larger than Ryohei’s in comparison, and yet, he always seemed the weaker of them. Maybe he was just too lazy to fight for dominance… maybe he already had it. Ryohei started for a moment as he thought this over, but was distracted as he heard voices moving closer to the room.
“Whaaaaat? What is it that you called me and made me come over on my day off… for…” Keita trailed off as he was dragged into the room and his eyes caught on the wide eyed blonde. “Ryuichi, why is Ryohei tied to the headboard without his shirt on?”
“I’m teaching him a lesson!” The younger man informed Keita enthusiastically. “You want to help me, right?”
“Hey! Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” Ryohei pouted.
Keita eyed the black haired man suspiciously. “And what lesson is this supposed to be?”
“Patience.”
Keita’s eyes narrowed. “Really…” he said as he seemed to lose himself in his thoughts.
“Keita…” Ryohei called his name to get no response. “Keita?” Oh god, he was actually contemplating this.
“He didn’t learn anything when we were in the shower?” The singer pouted a little and threw Ryohei a dejected look. Ryohei suddenly decided that if his hands hadn’t been tied, he’d have tackled the jerk and strangled him right there and then. Well, maybe not strangled, but other perfectly fine tortures…
“Aw, don’t look at me like that,” Keita whined pathetically as he pouted.
“Want me to put a blindfold on him?” Ryuichi asked with a grin.
Ryohei shook his head vigorously as he watched them in dread. Would they really do that? He watched as they considered him with devious eyes and he sank back against the headboard. This was getting worse by the minute. His eyes caught Ryuichi’s and he saw the young man’s eyes change.
“No,” Ryuichi said looking away as he tugged on the edge of Keita’s shirt. “No blindfold.”
Ryohei let out a sigh of relief as Keita tilted his head at the shorter man curiously. The singer then looked a little down and Ryohei felt bad. Keita could tell the other two were close—it really wasn’t fair.
“Keita—”
“It’s probably better that he’s not blindfolded, since then he’ll have to watch.” Ryuichi smiled cheerfully at the singer.
Ryohei seethed for five seconds. He glared in protest as Keita laughed and his lover tossed him a look of deviousness. All he thought was that sometime soon, he would see to it that he was going to fuck each of them stupid at some point, as a return lesson.
Keita sighed and took his jacket off. “Somehow, I just know I won’t regret this,” he said with a smile. Ryohei rolled his eyes—Keita would find this fun. He watched as Ryuichi stole away with Keita’s jacket and the singer turned to the man trapped on the bed. “Feel like you’ve gotten yourself into a mess?”
“Quite.” The blonde watched as Keita crawled onto the bed and sat beside him, his head just under Ryohei’s hand. He scratched the singer’s head affectionately, a laugh rewarding his effort. He was surprised when Keita shifted to sit in his lap.
“Didn’t learn anything?” he asked, disappointment hanging in his words.
Ryohei sighed. “I did,” he replied with a little frustration.
“Just not how to apply it,” Keita said with a smile. “You know, Ryohei…”
The blonde looked down to watch as the man in his lap repeatedly unbuttoned and buttoned the top of his jeans. “Hm?” he urged Keita to go on.
“I may act immature, but only when I can.” The singer looked up through his bangs, his eyes soft but serious. Ryohei smiled a little at the comment. Everyone knew Keita was mature, but he wasn’t going to bother being mature if he didn’t have to be—especially if the moment didn’t call for it. It was like an unspoken agreement he’d made with himself.
He went on, “I don’t think every look that Ryuichi gives you is supposed to make you want him so bad.” Keita chuckled lightly as a blush crept up Ryohei’s cheeks. “I think, maybe,” he whispered this time, his face moving closer, “once you lose control, he loses control too.”
The dancer felt embarrassed suddenly. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Hm, I thought so.” Keita said quietly. “Watch and listen, okay?” He waited as Ryohei nodded. “I’m doing this for both of you,” he murmured before pressing a kiss to the blonde’s lips. As Keita pulled back, Ryohei leaned forward as their lips lingered together.
“Keita, I…” he trailed off as the young man smiled.
“I know.” He gave the blonde another kiss. “Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you two.”
Ryohei blinked in surprise as Ryuichi’s head appeared above Keita’s shoulder and he leaned closer to nibble on the singer’s ear, causing him to shiver involuntarily. The blonde bit his lip as he tried not to laugh. Poor Keita; they both loved to exploit his weak spot.
“You two are boring. I’m getting undressed,” he announced and crawled away to the side of the bed and began to pull his shirt off.
Keita glanced darkly at Ryuichi. “What are his weak spots?”
Ryohei smirked. “Biting, especially his shoulders and neck.” He bit his lip again to keep from laughing when Keita threw him a look of interest—he obviously hadn’t tried it yet. “He loves feather light touches… when I have the brains to do it, on his back and arms; and running your hands through his hair. I’d tell you more, but I think he’d fall asleep.” He cast his eyes over at the naked man who was now lying on his stomach, chin propped on his hands as his legs waved in the air in boredom.
Keita pressed a quick kiss to Ryohei’s lips and thanked him before moving away toward the little imp near the end of the bed. The blonde glanced down to see that Keita had left his jeans button undone. He frowned at it curiously for a moment before being distracted by the sound of a kiss and looked up to see the Ryuichi in Keita’s lap, practically drowning him in kisses as his hands worked to get the buttons on Keita’s shirt open. Ryohei suddenly found it hard to concentrate as the rapper ran his hands over Keita’s chest and shoulders. He mentally cursed his bandmates for being so damn hot and wondered why the hell Ryuichi was always so enthusiastic if he wanted his lover to go slow.
His thoughts came to a screeching stop as he watched Keita’s eyes roll up and the young man shivered with a gasp as Ryuichi’s tongue traced over the outer edge of his ear, nibbling on the singer’s earlobe for good measure. Ryohei let out the breath he was holding, his arms flexing as he longed to join them. At the sound, the singer glanced over and his eyes became more focused, as if he’d forgotten his task with Ryuichi’s very persuasive actions. Ryohei couldn’t blame him; for that instant, he’d lost his head too. The blonde tried to ignore how tight his pants were getting as the other two got lost in a round of kisses again, Keita leaning back to lay on the bed with Ryuichi on top of him.
Ryohei’s eyebrows rose in mild surprise as Keita turned the tables and rolled atop the evil imp, trapping him against the mattress. He then noticed the small beads of sweat that were forming on the singer’s back as Ryuichi was undoing the taller man’s pants. The blonde had to admit that he too was getting hot, but was it hot in here? The thought made him remember something Ryuichi had said the day before.
“Sex is like cooking?”
Ryuichi grinned evilly. “Of course, to get to the good stuff, you have to heat things up!”
“Where do you come up with these things?”
Ryohei had rolled his eyes and gone back to putting groceries away, but now he had to admit his lover was right. Sort of like the first step in a set of instructions.
His attention was drawn away from his thoughts again as he noticed Keita was now completely naked and was holding Ryuichi’s wrists down on the bed. The vision before him made him whimper softly as his arms tugged on their bindings. At the sound, he watched as Ryuichi graced him with his dancing eyes, teasing him. But Ryohei smirked in response when he saw Keita lean down and bite lightly over the rapper’s neck, causing Ryuichi’s eyes to roll up in pleasure. Just because his revenge was exacted through Keita didn’t mean he wasn’t frustrated by his bindings. Damnit, he wanted to join them!
“I’m your lover right now,” Keita told the younger man quietly, staring into his eyes as his hand lightly ran down Ryuichi’s side, causing him to shiver and Ryohei to swallow a moan. “Got it?”
Ryuichi nodded and leaned up to nibble on Keita’s ear, effectively rendering him helpless as one of his arms buckled under the feelings elicited. To his credit, the vocalist bit back a moan and pinned Ryuichi’s arms down to the bed again. Ryohei bit his lip as he tried to concentrate—Keita was a lot better at this than he.
The singer trailed his fingertips down Ryuichi’s arms as he stole a kiss. The rapper sighed in pleasure against Keita’s lips when the kiss ended and his fingertips reached Ryuichi’s shoulders. The two men’s noses nuzzled together for a moment before Keita leaned down for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate. The singer gently ran his hands through the smaller man’s hair as they kissed as Ryuichi’s arms reached up to wrap around his lover’s torso. Ryohei watched each and every one of Ryuichi’s reactions with rapt interest. Especially when Keita’s kisses trailed down the rapper’s neck then his teeth started to nibble on the young man’s neck and shoulders, causing the rapper’s body to roll in response, his fingers digging into the singer’s upper back. Ryohei already knew that his lover did all of these things—he could feel them as he was doing them, but he had never noticed how distracting it was to him to know how much of an effect he had on the young man. He suddenly realized that his feeling of being in control and dominant was a turn on of his. Could going slow make this an advantage to him?
He caught Keita’s eyes glancing at him and the singer gave him a glimpse of a smirk before turning back to the young man underneath him that was lost in his haze of lust. The vocalist pulled him out of it by whispering something in his ear, and Ryuichi’s eyes started to sparkle suddenly. Ryohei bit his lip, straining to hear as they sat up and turned their eyes on him—uh oh.
Ryuichi crawled up over the blonde and touched their noses together affectionately, so Ryohei returned the gesture, making his lover smile before he moved to sit to Ryohei’s right, leaning against him a little. The rapper rested his head on the blonde’s shoulder as his hand rested inside Ryohei’s thigh. His eyes gazed down at the thumb caressing his thigh through his jeans as he nuzzled the young man’s hair. Breathing in his lover’s scent, Ryohei switched his gaze to Keita, who was moving closer to Ryuichi. He then suddenly dipped down as he crawled closer, his lips kissing their way up one of the rapper’s thighs until—oh god.
Ryohei moaned in unison with Ryuichi as he watched Keita’s tongue lick up his lover’s erection, the rapper’s hand squeezing his thigh. The blonde’s eyes closed in response. He wasn’t sure he could watch this happen right next to him and not come in his pants. Keita obviously wasn’t feeling very kind though, because his hand went slithering up Ryohei’s other thigh to rub over bulge in his pants, causing a keening moan to escape the dancer as his toes curled at the sensation. Luckily—or unluckily, he couldn’t decide—the singer’s hand retreated to his thigh as he put all of his concentration on the rapper, who was writhing in pleasure next to Ryohei, his head rolling to the side as he moaned and the blonde assumed Keita had done something particularly clever with his tongue. Ryuichi was all but limp against him and even his hand had fallen to the mattress, no longer teasing the blonde.
Instead of watching, Ryohei closed his eyes and listened to the sounds the escaped the young man, and the way his body moved against him. He listened to each moan and gasp that correlated with every move and recorded them in his mind. He was sure he could use this later, when he had the time and patience to exploit Ryuichi’s every weakness—when he wasn’t tied up. It wasn’t long before even he could feel the young man was close, and he paid close attention the way his lover’s body moved as he finally hit his climax. A smirk crossed his lips as he locked away all the things he’d learned in his mind and decided on use for later. He opened his eyes at the sound of a kiss and saw Keita moving toward him to sit in his lap.
A light smile played on Keita’s lips. “You look smug.” He pressed a kiss to the blonde’s lips, deepening it slowly as he could taste his lover on Keita.
Ryohei chuckled lightly. “What makes you say that?”
“Because it’s your turn,” Ryuichi murmured and kissed his shoulder, distracting him with confusion.
“My tu—” he cut off as he felt a tug on his pants and looked down to see Keita pulling the zipper of his pants down with his teeth. Ryohei could do nothing but stare in surprise when Keita looked up with a grin. Where the hell had he learned that?! One glance to Ryuichi told him the answer. He fixed his lover with a level stare of vague amusement as he lifted his hips as best he could to help Keita get his pants and underwear off.
“What?” Ryuichi smiled deviously. The rapper then reached up and caressed his collar bone to make the blonde shiver involuntarily. “We wouldn’t dare leave you unsatisfied.”
“That’s not why I was look—Aaah!” Ryohei froze, his body stiffening for a moment as he felt something deliciously slick and warm attending to his cock. He didn’t need to look down to know who was being so kind as to do so and let his head fall back as he moaned softly. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long, as the vocalist took his lips and tongue and scooted away. A whimper of frustration escaped Ryohei as he fought his bonds. Were they teasing him?
“You want him, don’t you?” Ryuichi whispered into Ryohei’s ear as the blonde caught Keita’s eyes. There was some level of uncertainty in the singer’s eyes as to what he might be getting himself into, but the anticipation he saw there was enough to make him nod without another thought.
The rapper then began to whisper in Ryohei’s ear as he loosened the bond for his right arm, freeing it as he moved to the other side and continued to whisper, pressing a bottle of lube in to that hand before freeing it and finishing listing off each thing he had found out about Keita that made him go weak in the knees. He wasn’t going to use all of this information today though, because he had a completely different idea on his mind. Ryohei then grabbed the back of Ryuichi’s neck and kissed him deeply as a thank you before finally moving away from the spot where he’d been tethered.
He slinked toward Keita (who looked a little more nervous by this time) on his hands and knees. It wasn’t until he was close that he dropped the bottle and climbed into Keita’s lap, biting his own lip to resist everything he wanted to do to the young man.
“I’m not going to be gentle with you,” he stated evenly, staring into the singer’s eyes. Keita looked a little unsure, but nodded nonetheless. The blonde curbed his hunger for the young man a little longer, moving slowly as his arms wrapped around Keita’s neck and he caressed the spot behind his neck where it met his back. The vocalist let out shuddered sigh which prompted Ryohei for his next attack as he leaned closer to lick the outer edge of Keita’s ear. He felt Keita shiver as he nibbled on the young man’s ear lobe, the singer’s breath coming faster. When he pulled back, he could see that Keita was now somewhere else completely and that gave him the advantage.
With a slight change of his weight, he pressed Keita back down onto the bed, distracting the young man with a kiss. It wasn’t until the kiss ended that he held Keita’s hands down against the sheets and he noticed it, or more heard it—the mewling moan that spilled from the singer’s throat. He wanted it just as bad as Ryohei did, and that left no qualms about being rough with him.
“I want you on your hands and knees facing the headboard,” Ryohei ordered as he stared into Keita’s eyes. “Got it?”
Keita managed a nod before the blonde claimed his lips again. Somehow Ryohei knew he’d have to tear himself away from the singer’s lips soon or they would both lose themselves in it. He pulled out of the kiss and wrenched Keita up into a sitting position as he resisted the urge to kiss him again.
“Get over there,” he said as he slid off of the singer’s lap. He watched as Keita crawled to the headboard and wrapped his fingers around two spots on the headboard. Good, Ryohei thought as he picked up the discarded bottle and opened it to spread the lubrication over himself. Keita chose that particular moment to gaze over his shoulder at the dancer and he saw the singer’s lips part in anticipation. Ryohei bit his lip to keep from smirking and slinked on all fours toward his lover to reach up and push Keita’s torso down to the bed, his ass still in the air. He didn’t bother giving the young man a moment to recover as he quickly shifted and thrust himself into the vocalist quick, stopping once fully in to appreciate the way Keita shivered under his hands that were running over the singer’s back.
With more control than he’d ever achieved before, Ryohei reached down to the singer's shoulder blades with both hands before drawing his fingers up Keita’s back, his nails scratching lightly across his skin towards his behind. He waited through the singer’s whimpering and panting for that one deep moan he wanted, and was granted it when he rolled his hips against the singer and Keita couldn’t hold it back. The dancer started to drive his hips fast and hard against his lover, enjoying feeling and hearing Keita desperate for the pleasure he was dispensing, pushing his ass back into Ryohei, rolling their hips together as his moans begged him for everything he had.
It didn’t take either of them long to reach their climax and somewhere in Ryohei’s mind, he wasn’t surprised when Keita succumbed to an orgasm before him. The singer’s body shuddered and tightened under and around him and it was just what he needed as he thrust those last few times before he also gave in to the orgasm that laced up his spine as he came inside his lover. He didn’t really remember much after that, but it didn’t take a genius to see that he was quite pleased. When his mind cleared a little, Ryohei found realized he was lying over Keita’s back, panting as the singer’s back rose and fell doing the same.
“Ryohei?”
“Hnn?” he decided on, since he wasn’t sure he could really say much at the moment that wasn’t a contented moan.
“Promise to do that again to me sometime?” The singer asked as a chuckle managed to escape the dancer. “Only, make it last longer?”
Leave it to Keita to make him coherent. “I’ll make sure to put your instruction to good use on you.”
“That sounds like a promise.” The amusement in Keita’s voice was hard to miss.
“You better believe it,” he replied and sighed. For a moment, he wanted to just lay there for a while, but he realized it must be rather uncomfortable for Keita to be in this position and decided it was time he moved. He pulled back and wasn’t but half a foot away from the singer when he was pounced and Keita’s lips were on his. Not that he minded, but… well… he forgot what he’d been thinking before and lost himself in the kiss.
“I love you,” Keita murmured against his lips and his eyes flew open to see happiness dancing behind the singer’s eyes.
“I know,” he replied as he wondered why Keita had said it now.
“Both of you,” the singer turned his head to look at Ryuichi, who was modestly (for once) wearing a pair of boxers as he held a plate and stood shocked in the doorway.
Ryuichi went limp, the plate slipping from his hands to land on the floor. Ryohei was relieved when it didn’t shatter, but the sandwiches sure did go everywhere. The singer was shocked by this action and was immediately at his side asking what was wrong, but the blonde knew better. Back when he’d confessed to Ryuichi, he’d had a similar reaction. At the time, the rapper admitted he didn’t know someone could love him the way he loved them, but this time… Ryohei smiled as the other two hugged and Keita happily caught the startled Ryuichi in a kiss. As they chattered, Ryohei went around the room and collected three sets of clothing, putting on his before handing the other two theirs. Ryuichi complained that he would have it off again eventually and the blonde rolled his eyes as the rapper wiggled his way back into his pants, enjoying the looks he earned. He then smacked his ass at them and went to pick up the sandwiches, inspecting them carefully.
“Do you ever think he’ll lose that?”
Ryohei glanced at the singer who was pulling his shirt on. “What, his ass?”
Keita laughed. “No, his playfulness.”
“I sure hope not.”
“Me neither.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not right here!”
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To part 5
