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Room 96
Title? // Room 96 (A play on 69. >_>;;)
Pairing? // Tatsurou x Yukke/Yuketsuko
Rating? // NC-17.
Author? //zibaamen
Genre? // Oneshot, Non-AU
Warnings?// Language, bondage, some bloodshed, sex, anal and blonde wigs.
Disclaimer? // I do not in ANY way own any of the people I use in these stories. They are free to love male or female, but I just like to fantasize. :3
Author's Note? // Ah, yes. Another in my ToC series. It seems that Yuketsuko made frequent appearances during the tour, so why not right about it? If you have on clue who Yuketsuko is...
"Yukke: It's just my own personal preference. Once a month I feel like dressing up as a girl. [Everyone laughs.] I'm such a bitch, so I try to make the other members do whatever they want with me. You know, bondage, tied-up, anything! They all call me Yuketsuko."
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Why am I awake at 3am...and why is Satochi snoring so loud?! Covering my head with a pillow doesn't work, and neither does smacking him over the head with it. I get up off the bed and kick the door open, walking over to the toliet and lifting the lid with my foot. As my bladder drains I begin to crave pizza. Strange.
Quietly leaving the hotel room, I sneak across the hall to Yukke and Miya's room, using the card key Yukke gave me earlier. I bet he'll end up regretting that. I put the door back securely in it's place once I'm inside, setting the key on the counter in the bathroom. Edging against the wall I don't hear a sound until I peer around the corner and strain my eyes on the bed. Miya is sleeping soundly on the bed near the window, but the one closest to me is moving, and I can't find Yukke's face. I can make out a panting sound, perking my ears as I grin. Why that little fucker, he's masturbating.
"You don't have to hide your attraction to me, Yusuke!" I tug the covers off of him, causing my little blonde bitch to do the gayest thing I've ever seen. He scrambles upwards and curls into a ball, as if he's trying to protect his dick from me. He's a smart one. I jump onto the bed, grabbing Yukke by the wrist and whisper in his ear.
"You already started, why don't you let me finish for you?" I run my hands between his thighs, hearing him whimper loudly. Fucking God that was sexy. The things I can do with an uke like this. The things I will do with a uke like this.
"Tatsurou...what if Miy-" I cut him off before he can finish. With my hand over his mouth, I smile.
"Miya has slept through an earthquake before. But, since I am a kind man I'll spare him your cries for my cock to ram into you faster just this once. Bathroom. Naked...now." I demand, licking his jaw and making him shudder. He doesn't say a word as he crawls off the bed, tangled sheets trailing behind him as he disappears into the bathroom. I begin to follow, wincing when I feel my erection twitch in my PJ pants. It's so hard it hurts, and it's all his fault. I'll show him just how hard it is too.
I locate his backpack in the darkness, feeling my way across the floor as I find it and unzip it. I find what I'm looking for and race in after him, locking the door and watching in awe as he strips down until he's standing nude before me. His body reminds me of a woman's, the way his slender hips curve down, and the way his bellybutton rests in the middle of his squishy stomach. He sits down innocently on the floor, legs sprawled out, staring up as he waits for me to make a move. I hide the items I pulled out of his bag behind my back, dropping to my knees and drop a curly blonde wig and bass string at my side. I lick my lips, carefully smoothing out his wig and placing it over his hair. I lean forward, snaking my tongue into his open mouth, devouring his taste. He reacts to it instantly, hands on my waist as he impatiently tries to take my shirt off, and I quickly smack his hands away as I pick up the bass string.
I start to wind it around his wrist and push his bound hands up above his head. "If you move too much they'll make you bleed." I know Yukke is a masochist, so telling him this is rather pointless, but I do it anyway, just in case he has a blonde moment and forgets. He doesn't protest, but I can see red tint painting his cheeks as his cock begins to harden again and match my erection. The only thing I can think of doing makes the boy's body convulse, his toes curling against the bunched up fabric on the back of my knees, my lips around his sex. I stroke around it, licking the tip as I glance up at him and grin.
"You're going to be Yuketsuko for a while. That means you'll do anything I say...right?"
He nods, his eyes heavy as the arousal drips from his labored breathing. I love that I can get him so turned on, so much that I shiver at the sight of him. Since his mouth is wide open and willing, I get onto my knees and straddle him, pushing the button out of the hole on my pants and freeing my throbbing cock, making Yukke's eyes light up as it greets him. He does his best to reach it without the use of his hands, tongue snaking out to lap at it like a baby kitten. That's right, Yusuke...drink up. I've got lots of milk for you.
When he finally gets his lips around it my whole body jolts, thrusting into his mouth and making him gag roughly around it as the head tickles his tonsils. I moan loudly when I feel his throat contract as he tries to swallow, his wrists shifting inside their vice, and I notice that they are already turning deep red where the string is tightest. I forget all that when he starts to take me in and out of his mouth, teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh, catching on pulsing veins.
"Oh, fuck. Yuketsuko...are you sure you're not a whore? You're very talented." I smirk as he laughs and tilts his head back.
"I'll be anything you want me to be, Tatsurou." He whispers hoarsely, licking his lips as my dick smears his saliva across his cheek. I nearly come hearing him say that, my whole body growing weak as I put my hands against the wall and grab my cock, running it over his bottom lip and smacking his face with it as I laugh.
"It took me a while to learn how to do that. I think you should feel special being the first one to experience it in person." My chest starts rising faster, amused but still painfully horny, his naked body starting to sweat beneath me.
"I better be the only one too." He replies, his lips swollen as he gives my dick another taste, and the movement in his shoulder catches my eye, peering down I see that he's jerking himself off, his eyes rolling back. I whimper and grab his chin, shoving my fingers into his mouth and let his tongue swirl around the digits, moistening them until I'm satisfied. Forcing my way between his legs I find his entrance, drawing a circle around the hole before I shove my finger inside of him.
"You're not going to come until I'm finished with you." I groan in his ear, feeling him shake violently as his legs wrap around my waist, attempting to push my pants off my body with just his feet. I help him out with my free hand, slowly working my fingers into him to make him open wide enough for me, so he can swallow me with his ass instead of his mouth. I reach around his hips and yank him back with me as I slide across the floor, throwing him onto his back and his body arches up off the ground so beautifully. He lets out a cry as another finger joins the first, curling my knuckles as I hit his spot, trying to restrain his thrusts as he bucks off the floor.
"Tatsurou, p-please. I need it."
"You need what?"
He brings his bound hands down to my cock, his fingers prying off of one another to form a space wide enough for my length, using all his strength to squeeze it down around it, making me scream out at how tight it was. But I know it wasn't as tight as he was. When he was finished proving his point, I grit my teeth and he replaces his arms back above his head, flat across the floor and grins like a madman. Apparently two can play the same game, can't they?
I take my fingers out from deep within him, coating my dick with the excess spit and position myself up against his entrance, pushing in just an inch, my blood starting to boil all over my body. He bites his lip, hissing like he always does when I do something right, his fists clenching. I slip in a few more inches, wanting to see how badly he needs me to fuck him, how much he'll do for it to completely fill him until he's bursting at the seams.
"T-t-tats...urou...give it...t-to me." He was really cute when he was impatient. His eyes water and his swollen lips quiver, but I especially enjoy the way his body writhes. I glance up to see that his wrists are starting to bleed, smirking darkly I give him one hard thrust and find myself buried deeply inside of his ass. He clenches from the force, several moans filling the air as he tries to lift himself up off the floor. He's making it really hard for me to keep from coming...he makes me crazy you know.
"I'm gonna come, Yukke. Do you want it?" I wrap my arms around him and pull the wig off his head, his lips close to mine as he gasps. I close my eyes suddenly, feeling that all too familiar clench in my stomach, my cock aching for release.
"Please...please...p-please. Give me all of it." I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging his head back as I spit into his mouth, the drool spilling down along his tongue, the rest oozing off the sides of his face. I paint his neck with it as I grip my hand around it for a second, choking him as I thrust into him so roughly our skin slaps together. His teeth chatter as I bounce him on my dick and I take his lips into mine and start to come, feeling the white liquid make a mess of his insides. Loosening my hold on his neck I scream his name loudly as he clenches around me in an attempt to make sure he gets every drop of my cum out.
I collapse on top of him and laugh against his chest. I slide out of him after a few moments of rest, feeling in between our sweat soaked bodies for his neglected cock, still as hard as it was when we started this. I scoot down weakly so my shoulders are under the back of his thighs, watching him sit up and try to see what I was going to do, letting him see how much of his dick I could take, my other hand occupying itself with his balls. His fingers get lost in my black hair, clumsily ripping at the strands, making me groan out around him. He slams his hips up against me, thrusting his cock into the warmth of my mouth, his sex just big enough to hit the back of my throat.
"Can I come now?! Please..." He cries, his brows furrowing as he bites his knuckles and shoves my head down onto him, surprising me. I nod and growl around him, vibrating the flesh and receiving a splash of hot white down my throat. I touch his belly, my fingers dancing across it as it quivers. He lays completely still, not moving at all when I crawl up to him, pushing away the stringy blonde hair from his eyes. He smiles up at me sleepily and kisses my open palm. I kiss his forehead in return and bring him into my arms, both of us curled up on the cold bathroom floor together.
"How much do you want to bet Miya heard us?" Yukke said to me, his mouth pressed against one of my nipples. I groan gently, closing my eyes and snorting.
"80,000--"
"I need to pee you guys."
Yukke's eyes widen and we both looked at one another in shock. Crap.
I lose again.
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Pairing? // Tatsurou x Yukke/Yuketsuko
Rating? // NC-17.
Author? //zibaamen
Genre? // Oneshot, Non-AU
Warnings?// Language, bondage, some bloodshed, sex, anal and blonde wigs.
Disclaimer? // I do not in ANY way own any of the people I use in these stories. They are free to love male or female, but I just like to fantasize. :3
Author's Note? // Ah, yes. Another in my ToC series. It seems that Yuketsuko made frequent appearances during the tour, so why not right about it? If you have on clue who Yuketsuko is...
"Yukke: It's just my own personal preference. Once a month I feel like dressing up as a girl. [Everyone laughs.] I'm such a bitch, so I try to make the other members do whatever they want with me. You know, bondage, tied-up, anything! They all call me Yuketsuko."
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Why am I awake at 3am...and why is Satochi snoring so loud?! Covering my head with a pillow doesn't work, and neither does smacking him over the head with it. I get up off the bed and kick the door open, walking over to the toliet and lifting the lid with my foot. As my bladder drains I begin to crave pizza. Strange.
Quietly leaving the hotel room, I sneak across the hall to Yukke and Miya's room, using the card key Yukke gave me earlier. I bet he'll end up regretting that. I put the door back securely in it's place once I'm inside, setting the key on the counter in the bathroom. Edging against the wall I don't hear a sound until I peer around the corner and strain my eyes on the bed. Miya is sleeping soundly on the bed near the window, but the one closest to me is moving, and I can't find Yukke's face. I can make out a panting sound, perking my ears as I grin. Why that little fucker, he's masturbating.
"You don't have to hide your attraction to me, Yusuke!" I tug the covers off of him, causing my little blonde bitch to do the gayest thing I've ever seen. He scrambles upwards and curls into a ball, as if he's trying to protect his dick from me. He's a smart one. I jump onto the bed, grabbing Yukke by the wrist and whisper in his ear.
"You already started, why don't you let me finish for you?" I run my hands between his thighs, hearing him whimper loudly. Fucking God that was sexy. The things I can do with an uke like this. The things I will do with a uke like this.
"Tatsurou...what if Miy-" I cut him off before he can finish. With my hand over his mouth, I smile.
"Miya has slept through an earthquake before. But, since I am a kind man I'll spare him your cries for my cock to ram into you faster just this once. Bathroom. Naked...now." I demand, licking his jaw and making him shudder. He doesn't say a word as he crawls off the bed, tangled sheets trailing behind him as he disappears into the bathroom. I begin to follow, wincing when I feel my erection twitch in my PJ pants. It's so hard it hurts, and it's all his fault. I'll show him just how hard it is too.
I locate his backpack in the darkness, feeling my way across the floor as I find it and unzip it. I find what I'm looking for and race in after him, locking the door and watching in awe as he strips down until he's standing nude before me. His body reminds me of a woman's, the way his slender hips curve down, and the way his bellybutton rests in the middle of his squishy stomach. He sits down innocently on the floor, legs sprawled out, staring up as he waits for me to make a move. I hide the items I pulled out of his bag behind my back, dropping to my knees and drop a curly blonde wig and bass string at my side. I lick my lips, carefully smoothing out his wig and placing it over his hair. I lean forward, snaking my tongue into his open mouth, devouring his taste. He reacts to it instantly, hands on my waist as he impatiently tries to take my shirt off, and I quickly smack his hands away as I pick up the bass string.
I start to wind it around his wrist and push his bound hands up above his head. "If you move too much they'll make you bleed." I know Yukke is a masochist, so telling him this is rather pointless, but I do it anyway, just in case he has a blonde moment and forgets. He doesn't protest, but I can see red tint painting his cheeks as his cock begins to harden again and match my erection. The only thing I can think of doing makes the boy's body convulse, his toes curling against the bunched up fabric on the back of my knees, my lips around his sex. I stroke around it, licking the tip as I glance up at him and grin.
"You're going to be Yuketsuko for a while. That means you'll do anything I say...right?"
He nods, his eyes heavy as the arousal drips from his labored breathing. I love that I can get him so turned on, so much that I shiver at the sight of him. Since his mouth is wide open and willing, I get onto my knees and straddle him, pushing the button out of the hole on my pants and freeing my throbbing cock, making Yukke's eyes light up as it greets him. He does his best to reach it without the use of his hands, tongue snaking out to lap at it like a baby kitten. That's right, Yusuke...drink up. I've got lots of milk for you.
When he finally gets his lips around it my whole body jolts, thrusting into his mouth and making him gag roughly around it as the head tickles his tonsils. I moan loudly when I feel his throat contract as he tries to swallow, his wrists shifting inside their vice, and I notice that they are already turning deep red where the string is tightest. I forget all that when he starts to take me in and out of his mouth, teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh, catching on pulsing veins.
"Oh, fuck. Yuketsuko...are you sure you're not a whore? You're very talented." I smirk as he laughs and tilts his head back.
"I'll be anything you want me to be, Tatsurou." He whispers hoarsely, licking his lips as my dick smears his saliva across his cheek. I nearly come hearing him say that, my whole body growing weak as I put my hands against the wall and grab my cock, running it over his bottom lip and smacking his face with it as I laugh.
"It took me a while to learn how to do that. I think you should feel special being the first one to experience it in person." My chest starts rising faster, amused but still painfully horny, his naked body starting to sweat beneath me.
"I better be the only one too." He replies, his lips swollen as he gives my dick another taste, and the movement in his shoulder catches my eye, peering down I see that he's jerking himself off, his eyes rolling back. I whimper and grab his chin, shoving my fingers into his mouth and let his tongue swirl around the digits, moistening them until I'm satisfied. Forcing my way between his legs I find his entrance, drawing a circle around the hole before I shove my finger inside of him.
"You're not going to come until I'm finished with you." I groan in his ear, feeling him shake violently as his legs wrap around my waist, attempting to push my pants off my body with just his feet. I help him out with my free hand, slowly working my fingers into him to make him open wide enough for me, so he can swallow me with his ass instead of his mouth. I reach around his hips and yank him back with me as I slide across the floor, throwing him onto his back and his body arches up off the ground so beautifully. He lets out a cry as another finger joins the first, curling my knuckles as I hit his spot, trying to restrain his thrusts as he bucks off the floor.
"Tatsurou, p-please. I need it."
"You need what?"
He brings his bound hands down to my cock, his fingers prying off of one another to form a space wide enough for my length, using all his strength to squeeze it down around it, making me scream out at how tight it was. But I know it wasn't as tight as he was. When he was finished proving his point, I grit my teeth and he replaces his arms back above his head, flat across the floor and grins like a madman. Apparently two can play the same game, can't they?
I take my fingers out from deep within him, coating my dick with the excess spit and position myself up against his entrance, pushing in just an inch, my blood starting to boil all over my body. He bites his lip, hissing like he always does when I do something right, his fists clenching. I slip in a few more inches, wanting to see how badly he needs me to fuck him, how much he'll do for it to completely fill him until he's bursting at the seams.
"T-t-tats...urou...give it...t-to me." He was really cute when he was impatient. His eyes water and his swollen lips quiver, but I especially enjoy the way his body writhes. I glance up to see that his wrists are starting to bleed, smirking darkly I give him one hard thrust and find myself buried deeply inside of his ass. He clenches from the force, several moans filling the air as he tries to lift himself up off the floor. He's making it really hard for me to keep from coming...he makes me crazy you know.
"I'm gonna come, Yukke. Do you want it?" I wrap my arms around him and pull the wig off his head, his lips close to mine as he gasps. I close my eyes suddenly, feeling that all too familiar clench in my stomach, my cock aching for release.
"Please...please...p-please. Give me all of it." I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging his head back as I spit into his mouth, the drool spilling down along his tongue, the rest oozing off the sides of his face. I paint his neck with it as I grip my hand around it for a second, choking him as I thrust into him so roughly our skin slaps together. His teeth chatter as I bounce him on my dick and I take his lips into mine and start to come, feeling the white liquid make a mess of his insides. Loosening my hold on his neck I scream his name loudly as he clenches around me in an attempt to make sure he gets every drop of my cum out.
I collapse on top of him and laugh against his chest. I slide out of him after a few moments of rest, feeling in between our sweat soaked bodies for his neglected cock, still as hard as it was when we started this. I scoot down weakly so my shoulders are under the back of his thighs, watching him sit up and try to see what I was going to do, letting him see how much of his dick I could take, my other hand occupying itself with his balls. His fingers get lost in my black hair, clumsily ripping at the strands, making me groan out around him. He slams his hips up against me, thrusting his cock into the warmth of my mouth, his sex just big enough to hit the back of my throat.
"Can I come now?! Please..." He cries, his brows furrowing as he bites his knuckles and shoves my head down onto him, surprising me. I nod and growl around him, vibrating the flesh and receiving a splash of hot white down my throat. I touch his belly, my fingers dancing across it as it quivers. He lays completely still, not moving at all when I crawl up to him, pushing away the stringy blonde hair from his eyes. He smiles up at me sleepily and kisses my open palm. I kiss his forehead in return and bring him into my arms, both of us curled up on the cold bathroom floor together.
"How much do you want to bet Miya heard us?" Yukke said to me, his mouth pressed against one of my nipples. I groan gently, closing my eyes and snorting.
"80,000--"
"I need to pee you guys."
Yukke's eyes widen and we both looked at one another in shock. Crap.
I lose again.
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