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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      BUTOUKAN, Kis-My-Ft2_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Senga_Kento/Yara_Tomoyuki
  Character:
      Yara_Tomoyuki, Senga_Kento
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Universe, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2008-12-12 Words: 1771
****** around the world ******
by thunderylee
Summary
     Senga does something sexy (like breathes) and Yara pounces.
Notes
     reposted from agck.
Senga is sleeping, curled up on a row of chairs under a pile of jackets while
Yara supervises. That’s what he’s supposed to be doing, anyway – supervising.
Butoukan isn’t performing tonight but Kisumai is, and poor Senga has been
working with both groups so much that it’s starting to take a toll on him.
Yara thinks that the youngest Kisumai member should spend some time with
Nishikido Ryo, except that neither one of them has much time to spare these
days. It’s probably for the best since Ryo had been difficult enough when Yara
was trying to teach him and Ohkura the Torn dance.
Senga seems content despite the uncomfortable arrangement, snuggling with
himself while oblivious to Yara’s prying eyes. Supervising, Yara keeps telling
himself. If Senga rolls over and crashes to the floor, it would be Yara’s
fault. The reason he’s concentrating so intently on Senga is definitely not
because of the natural beauty of Senga’s relaxed, makeup-free face smiling in
his sleep as he softly breathes in and out. That would just be creepy.
Then Senga lets out a little noise with his exhale and all bets are off. A
shiver unlike no other courses down Yara’s spine, particularly when Senga
squirms and hugs a jacket to him like it’s a pillow. Yara feels like a pervert
with the thoughts he’s having, passing over the fact that Senga is probably
dreaming of something similar.
“Leader,” Senga breathes, followed by an unmistakable moan, and Yara’s heart
stops. Never mind that he’s probably referring to Kitayama, something twitches
in Yara’s pants at the mere possibility of it being for him.
Unable to control himself, Yara kneels next to the sleeping man and practically
sits on his hands not to touch him. Senga has a wisp of hair in his face, right
in front of his eyes, and Yara feels that it’s his duty as a supervisor to make
sure Senga is as comfortable as possible so that he will give a good
performance.
His fingers linger on Senga’s face after the hair is safely tucked behind his
ear, the smooth skin under Yara’s fingertips warm to the touch. Yara is worried
for a second until a hand loosely encircles his wrist, gently holding him close
and moaning softly when Yara strokes his hairline.
Senga’s eyelashes flutter open and he starts a little when he sees Yara. “Yara-
leader,” he says surprisingly, and Yara’s suspicions are confirmed.
“Rest, Ken-chan,” Yara tells him softly, feeling Senga’s breath in his face as
the younger automatically curls closer towards him. “We still have awhile
before you have to get ready.”
Senga yawns cutely, wincing as he tries to roll onto his back only to be met
with a metal chair. “I was having a good dream,” he says casually, like it was
about fluffy bunnies and rainbows instead of things that make him moan.
“Yeah, but it wasn’t about me,” Yara mutters before he can think about it, then
immediately claps his hand to his mouth.
Senga’s expression doesn’t change. “We can pretend.”
While Yara is still processing those words, Senga tugs on his wrist and leans
forward, brushing their lips together. He gives a quick flick of his tongue
along Yara’s bottom lip, leaving Yara a little speechless as Senga pulls away
and licks his own lips.
“Is this okay?” Senga asks quietly, dipping his head to the side and trailing
his lips along Yara’s neck as he speaks. “I saw you watching, I know you want
me.”
Any protest Yara might have had washes away along with his conscience as Senga
crawls off his makeshift bed, gently pushes Yara to the floor, and climbs on
top of him as his mouth finds Yara’s once again. Yara gasps as Senga kisses him
directly, eager lips and tongue taking control and leaving Yara’s focus on the
hard mass slowly grinding against his thigh.
Senga’s body covers his, and without thinking Yara’s hands drift down to his
waist and shift him over. Now Senga’s grinding directly against him, their kiss
deepening with arousal as Yara now slips his hands down the back pockets of
Senga’s pants and pulls him closer.
There’s that moan again, directed into Yara’s mouth as Senga starts fumbling
with the fastenings on their pants and Yara doesn’t know whether to be grateful
or embarrassed that Senga is taking care of everything. The answer is obvious
when Senga’s hand wraps around him, squeezing teasingly as he nibbles on Yara’s
lip.
“Yara-leader is nice and big,” Senga whispers heatedly. “I want to ride it.”
“O-okay,” Yara mutters, then rolls his eyes back into his head when Senga
produces a tube from nowhere and places it firmly into Yara’s hand like it’s a
treasure. He supposes it is, in a way.
Senga takes care of their clothes, leaving them nude on the floor as he turns
slightly and hovers over Yara’s erection. “Is it okay if I do this while you do
that?”
Yara thinks that it’s okay no matter what he has to do, but all he does is nod
and then groan as Senga sucks him past his lips and takes him nearly all the
way into his hot mouth. He feels Senga pulling on his hand and taking back the
tube, slicking Yara’s fingers himself before placing them very obviously
between his legs.
He makes an encouraging noise as Yara approaches his rim, spreading his thighs
invitingly and shuddering in anticipation.
“You’ve been broken in,” he says accusingly, easily sliding in with one finger,
then two.
In response, Senga sucks harder and Yara decides to pick his battles; this is
not one of them. The noises Senga is making around his cock are beautiful, just
like the way his cheeks look all blushed and hollowed out. If he’s not careful,
he’s going to blow it and possibly never have this chance again.
“Ken-chan,” Yara manages to get out, gently tugging on Senga’s hair to get him
to lift up while his other hand inserts a third finger. “You have to stop.”
Senga’s grinning as he straddles Yara’s waist and leans over him, rocking back
and forth and gasping softly as Yara feels his body react. “Now?”
Not that he gives him much of a choice to consent, Yara muses just before Senga
grabs him by the wrist and removes his fingers, then bites his lip as he sits
back and slowly takes Yara inside him. His eyes are still sleepy but also
glazed over, like he’s high, except that he’s staring hard at Yara in a way
that has Yara feeling even warmer on top of the way Senga’s tight around him.
Senga goes slow, rolling his hips like he’s showing off and smirking a little
when Yara groans. “Do you like it, Yara-leader?”
“Yes,” Yara breathes, his hands sliding up Senga’s thighs just for something to
hold onto; they rest on the younger man’s hips as if to guide, but Yara’s
fooling no one as he has to hold on to keep from losing his grasp.
He cries out as Senga starts bouncing, moaning softly in a way that has Yara
closer to release than before. He tries to slow him down with his hands, but
just ends up flailing a bit and squeezing his eyes shut.
Miraculously the rhythm slows, and Yara peeks through an eyelid to see Senga
regarding him in amusement, now moving his hips in a circle with jerky motions
that have Yara hitting something inside him that makes his muscles clench. Yara
vaguely remembers this spot from his own experience, but it’s been awhile and
Koichi usually favored Akiyama anyway.
Senga moans, unabashedly, his breathing becoming uneven as his own erection lay
neglected between their stomachs. Somehow Yara manages to detach one of his
hands from Senga’s hips to grab onto it, firmly stroking in time with Senga’s
motions as the latter starts to lose himself and twitch from Yara’s touch.
His head falls forward, then rises with a look in his eyes that almost makes
Yara come. “Yara-leader, turn me around and fuck me hard, please.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. Yara’s hormones jump at the chance to be dominant
and in one motion Senga’s bent over one of the chairs, Yara flush against his
back as he uses his own hips to propel himself in and out, gasping with each
approving squeeze of Senga’s body.
A soft moan escapes with every one of Senga’s exhales, his hands firm on the
chair that’s scraping a little along the floor from the force of Yara’s
thrusts. Senga’s hair is in his face and smells delicious, not yet tainted by
product and a little damp from the sweat of their efforts. Yara manages to push
most of it out of his way with his nose, attaching his lips to the back of
Senga’s neck and feeling the other shiver, both against his skin and around his
cock.
Yara starts to reach for him again and is gently slapped away. “Not like this,”
Senga pants. “I want to be looking at you when I come.”
It makes Yara’s heart break a little, although he can’t help but feel smug
because Senga isn’t thinking about Kitayama or Nikaido or even Takki right now;
he’s thinking of Yara, and it makes him grab Senga’s face and gently turn him
around for a kiss as Yara navigates them around once more. He ends up sitting
on one of the chairs with Senga in his lap, hands on his ass pulling him down
as the same time Yara rolls his hips upwards, their mouths fused together and
kissing sloppily as Yara tries to touch him yet again, and this time Senga lets
him.
Senga swallows Yara’s groans that result from speeding up to push through the
resistance that’s tightening even more, thrusting up into Senga until the
latter starts trembling. Hands clutch onto Yara’s arms, kiss harshly broken as
Senga desperately gasps for air and struggles to hold Yara’s eyes as he finally
lets go. Yara’s next, his own orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave until
Senga’s body has milked him for all he’s worth.
Yara’s arms slide around Senga’s waist as they both come down, Senga still
shaking even after Yara holds him steady. He’s smiling as he pulls back,
though, struggling to catch his breath and keep his eyes open at the same time.
Then he bites back a chuckle and Yara narrows his eyes suspiciously. “What?”
Senga shakes his head and grins widely. “I’m so lucky to have two leaders who
take care of me so well.”
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