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zukkokya ([personal profile] zukkokya) wrote2008-02-09 05:31 pm

One-Hour Challenge: RyoPi

Was out earlier having my hair done during the one-hour challenge, so I just did it now. Thanks for timing me, Kao-chan! ♥

BACK TO YOKO/RYO. WHICH IS ALSO PORN. *THUMBS UP* I'm versatile, yo.

Title: Checkmate
Pairing: RyoPi
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 899
Summary: Right now, he is, without question, way hotter than Ryo.

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Following the technique he remembers a stylist using on him once, Yamapi forks styling wax into his hair, raking it into jagged pieces that fall in front of his eyes. Humming, he twists the ends into points, tongue swiping absently at his dry lips. Presently he pulls back from the mirror to inspect the work he’s done, keeping a straight face. He makes a spasm of a toothy grin, then switches back to smoldering. Holds it for a few seconds, then giggles at himself under his breath.

He leans out of the bathroom to listen for sound coming from his bedroom. After the silence reassures him that he still has time, Yamapi returns to the mirror to nitpick. The black line he drew on his left eyelid is slightly thicker than the other side, so, with fingers sticky from the wax, he pencils a second layer over the first. Licks his lips again.

It’s two in the morning. He’s been getting ready for an hour and a half, and he still has to choose jeans to go with the shirt he’s wearing. He’s sold on the boxers he has on – Dolce and Gabbana have never misguided him – but choosing between Diesel and Armani will take twice the effort that steering a sharpened pencil so close to his eyeballs took.

Half an hour later, he has put himself as close to the light of perfection as he can manage on his own. The onyx earring was a creative touch Shirota suggested, to contrast his new diamond navel ring. The black shirt he borrowed from Jin – simply styled, but softer than anything Yamapi owns, and the image of the Playboy mascot shimmers in gold on the front.

Right now, he is, without question, way hotter than Ryo.

He kisses his fingers, kon’s at the mirror and turns the bathroom light off. All the way to his bedroom, Yamapi concentrates on keeping his footsteps light and soundless. In the doorway, Yamapi sees Ryo still asleep in bed, half-covered by the comforter. Yamapi grins and studies the floor, trying to remember where the weak floorboards are.

He crosses the room without even the suggestion of a squeak. The magazines are still on the foot of the bed, both open to the pages that inspired this late-night campaign.

“I think the lighting is better in mine.”

“I forgot you were even in yours. Wasn’t the lighting’s fault, either.”

“Oi!”

“The girl was hotter than you, that’s all. Don’t take it to heart. You have other good qualities. Like, you can still sort of sing.”

“RYO-CHAN!”


Other qualities. Pfft.

Ryo is naked. Yamapi made sure of that while they were making out earlier. He also made sure to “fall asleep” at the critical moment. Listened to Ryo finish himself off, keening from the bottom of his throat directly into Yamapi’s ear, most likely for revenge. If Yamapi’s competitive streak weren’t so persuasive, he would have stopped the game then, pushed Ryo off the bed and fucked him on his hands and knees on the floor. Bastard deserves rug burn after the erection Yamapi had to lie with until Ryo fell asleep.

He decides to forego jeans. Just imagining the noises Ryo makes before he comes is enough to convince Yamapi that he doesn’t want to draw this out for either one of them.

Skating his fingers over the soft fabric covering his hard cock, Yamapi stifles a sharp exhale and crawls up the bed, stopping once he’s above Ryo. The moonlight has spilled shadow between the ridges in his stomach and the cords in his neck. His hair is tangled from the grip Yamapi had on it earlier. His lips are still swollen.

Yamapi pushes the comforter off Ryo with his foot. With a sinuous roll of his hips, Yamapi grazes Ryo’s cock with his covered erection. Instinctively, Ryo jolts and curls onto his side before he’s even awake. Yamapi sits on his heels and with a shove, returns Ryo onto his back.

“Wha—” Ryo murmurs, his hands reaching out to fend off whatever’s attacking him.

Yamapi holds him down by the shoulders and slowly grinds against Ryo.

Ryo groans, “Fuck,” and opens his eyes. Once glimpse of Yamapi and he moans, “Fuck,” twice as loud.

Yamapi smirks, “Yup,” and kisses him.

He angles their mouths sharply and goes deep. Ryo responds automatically, his hands seizing Yamapi’s hips and traveling up his back, grabbing his shoulders and pulling Yamapi down until they’re chest-to-chest.

Yamapi feels Ryo’s thighs skimming his and then feels Ryo’s calves on the small of his back. Ryo wraps his arms full around Yamapi’s shoulders and yanks him closer, kissing him rougher as he wakes up more.

“Fuck, fuck,” Ryo gasps, his throat raw and ragged.

Yamapi twists his hips, feels Ryo arch, hears him forget to breathe.

Harder. More. Tomo, fuck.”

Yamapi can’t take that. He wrestles out of Ryo’s arms only as long as it takes to get rid of the boxers. Clothes from Dolce and Gabbana are better suited for the floor anyway. He reaches for the shirt but Ryo snaps, “Are you fucking joking?” and rolls them over so he’s on top.

Breathless, Yamapi asks, “Who’s – ”

Ryo says, “Fuck me,” and reaches under Yamapi’s pillow for the lube.

Yamapi marks tonight as his win. He holds Ryo’s hips steady and waits for his prize.


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