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firewhiskeyficTitle: Practice makes perfect
Author:corvidology
I am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes
Pairings: Hira Kazunari/Kiyoi Sou, 美しい彼 | Utsukushii Kare | My Beautiful Man (TV)Challenge/Prompts used: Sex Pollen
Summary: Kiyoi gets drugged by someone who doesn’t know Hira’s always closebye
Rating/Warnings: Explicit
Word count: 1802 words
Kiyoi hasd asked him to go to the party with him but hadn’t ordered him to so he knwew he wasn’t welcome. Kiyoi had been spending a lot of time with his new co-star Nakamura away from home practicing the script. Kiyoi always said practice makes perfect.
He’s seen the way Nakamura looked at Kiyoi and even worse the way Kiyoi looked back. He’d have Kiyoi to himself far longer than he’d ever expected to have him in his wildest dreams. He should tell Kiyoi it was ok that he was grateful for every minute he’d wasted on him but he was too much of a coward. AS long ast Kiyoi dind’t tell him to go he was staying like a pathetic shadow. No wonder Kiyoi thought he was gross.
Just because the didn’t go to het party didn’t mean he couldn’t wait in the alley behind the restaurant, clutching his phone in case Kiyoi needed him. He’d been there for two hourse, freezing his balls of f not that it mattered if Kiyoi had no use for him any more.
He was startled when the back door of the restaurant swung openand Nakamura emerged. He’d never been so happy to see someone leave only he was towing someone along behind him by the hand. Kiyoi, it was Kiyoi, cluthing hold of Nakamura’s elbow and backing him up against the wall.
“There’s no rush.” Nakamura smoothed the hair back frfom Kiyoi’s face and Hira wanted to break his fingers but it wasn’t his place to make kiyoi’;s decisions for him. Nakamara caught hold of Kiyoi’s arms and eased him back. “let me take you home.”
Kiyoi nodde din that way of the deply inebriated and and caressed Nakamura’s face.
Hira managed to stop himself from heaving up the little he’d eaten that day as Kiyoi kissed him,leaning in tight, Nakamura’s hands dropping to his arse as he deepend the kiss.
Kiyoi pushed him back, Nakamura’s head connecting with the wall. “You taste wrong.’
Nakamura tried to pull him back in. ‘Come on, Kiyoi, we’ve both been drinking.”
“Your not Hira.”
“Of course not. I’m far more atrtreactive than that freak.’
Kiyoi punched him, only a glancing blow as the force of it spun him around and he ended up on his arse in the alley.
Nakamura tried to pull him up. ‘ Come to my place and I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.’
‘I want Hira. Hira? Where are you?”
Hira emerged immediately from the shadow, powerless to resist Kiyoi. “I’m here. I’m always here.’
Nakamura steeped back as Hira approached but wasn’t ready to give up yet. ‘Kiyoi’s coming home with me.”
Hira gently helped Kiyoi back to his feet. ‘If that’s what Kiyoi wants.’ It killed him to say it but it was the truth. \
Kiyoi stareed up at him. ‘There you are.’
Stood under the light by the restaurant’s back door, hira could see how dilated kiyoi’s eyes were. He leaned him gently up gainst the wall and turn to face Nakamura.
‘your drugged him you fucking arsehole!’ hira moved closer and Nakamura started to back up down the alley, hands up in front of him.
“he needed to loosen up, he was killing the party going on and ona bout your stupid photographs.”
“you. Drugged. Him. ‘ Hira’s hand clenched into fists and hecould feel his vision turning red the way it had back in h9igh school when they’d spilled paint all over Kiyoi.
Nakamura sneered. “this is just getting boring.” He was a professional actor and pulled off sound bored but walked away so quickly he was almost jogging.
He went back immeaditely for Kiyoi, supporting him back down the alley and getting a taxi to get them home as soon as possible.
He guided Kiyoi into their bedroom and lowered him gently to the bed. Kiyoi grabbed hold of his sleeve trying to pull him down with him but Hira gentlyh removed his ahnd.
“ you need water, Kiyoi.’ He went to get it, wondering if he should take Kiyoi to the hospital but Nakamura hadn’t wanted him dead but very much alive in his bed.
He hadn’t been gone that long but Kiyoiu had stripped off all this clothes and was lying naked on the bed stroking his cock.
It took effort but he made himself looki away, grabbing a blanket turning ready to cover Kiyoi with it. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding out the glass of water. ‘Youo should drink this.”
Wonder of wondrs Kiyoi listened to him, drinking the water all at once and then letting it roll away across the floor. He threw off the blanket and grabbed for Hira, pulling him down and rolling him onto his back.
“Kiyoi I—”
Kiyoi kissed hm sloppily, pushing his tongue into his mouth, grabbing him by the ears, almost suffocating him but Hira didn’t try to stop him. He was kiyoi’s to do with as he wished.
Kiyoi ripped his shirt open and pulled roughly at hira’s belt, too uncoordinatead to open it.
“Trousers, now!”
Hira unbuckled and unzipped, pulling his trousers and udnerpnts down and off, leaving himself naked his shirt hanging off his troursers, the weight of Kiyoi draped heavily across him all he could want as Kiyoi dragged open the drawer, pulling out the lubricant and dropping it on the bed.
“You didn’t get a condom. ‘
“Don’t want one.”
Hira had never had sex with anyone else so in this at least he didn’t need to protect Kiyoi from his obsession and no matter who Kiyoi might be fucking – the thought was like a physical pain -- he was Kiyoi’s to do with as he wished.
Kiyoi sucked his cock into his mouth so suddenty and deeply he started gagging and spluttering, tears running down his face as he reared back.
“you don’t neet to”
“Shut up, Hira.’
Hira shut up.
Kiyoi went down on him again, sucking him in, sdthe uusually graceful Kiyoi made clumsy by whatever Nakamura had slipped him, his teeth cataching on Hira’s cock, his eyes still watering as he forgot to breathe properly. It was brilliantly awful, painful but bliss from how wild Kiyoi seemed for him.
When Kiyoi pulled off and sat back on his heels, Hira started to roll over but Kiyoi’s hands on his hips stopped him. He tried to unscrew the tube, the coordinated effort beyond him.
“open the bloody thing!”
Hira as always did as Kiyoi asked and handed it to him. Kiyoi smeared half the tube across his fingers and sat there, straddling Hira’s thighs staring at his hands.
“I can’t do this.”
Hira started to move, ready to get a towel, clean Kiyoi up and get him settled.
“No, idiot, I mean kwhatever Nakamura gave me I’m seeing too many fingers. You’re going to have to prep me.”
Hira was horrified. Kiyoi was so far gone he’d almost crossed a line. “You should sleep now. In the morning we’ll –’
“No. Fuck me. I’ve always wanted you to fuck me. Fuck me now, Hira. Fuck me!”
“But you’ve always—”
“You’ve never given me the choice just rolled over and shoved yo8ur arse in my face.” Kiyoi got off him and rolled over on this back. “Give me your fingers then your cock.”
“But—”
;’Now! Here!” Kiyoi took Hira’s hands in his, transferring most of the lube to him. “Use it or not, just fuck me!”
He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.
“Stop thinking. Just fuck me. I want it. I want you. Use the lube but don’t take all day. I’m not a king, I’m not a fragile doll that might break, I’m your man. C’mon. You always say you want to give me everything so give me what I want. ‘
Hira had bearly worked a second finger into him when Kiyoi started pulling him up against his chest. ‘Now!’
Hira used the rest of the tube to grease up his cock and slowly, inch by inch, breached Kiyoi. Or at least he tried to do that. Kiyoi hooked his legs around him and forced him all the way in, a pained gasp escaping his lips.
Hira put all his effort into staying still, not sure if just pulling out would hurt Kiyoi more. They lay there panting for what seemed to Hira like hours, blissed out by the feel of Kiyoi all around him, until Kiyoi grasped him by the ears and forced hm to llook at him. “I love you, y ou idiot. Give me everything you are.”
He tried to be gentle, to go slow, knowing Kiyoi hadn’t taken a cock before but Kiyoi was having none of it, spurring him on, his feet hammering against Kiyoi’s back, his arms tightening around him until he thought he might pass out, Kiyoi’s erection trapped between them.
Kiyoi’s body went taut beneath him ‘fuck!’ and he felt the spreading warmth sas Kiyoi came and he stopped moving. Content that Kiyoi was satisfied.
“What the fuck at you doing, hira? If you don’t come in me right now you’ll never touch me again. “
It didn’t take much more, Kiyoi locking eyes with him, spurring him on, to reach his own orgasm and collapse on top of him.
He must have blacked out for a moment, coming round to Kiyoi stroking the hair back off his face. “Get a flannel before we stick together.”
He was boneless but forced himself up, coming back with a flannel and clean sheets. “Forget the fucking sheets. I love the smell of us.”
Hira got them cleaned up and settled in, Kiyoi turning to drape himself across Hira’s chest, petting him.
What would Kiyoi think when he woke up, when the drugs wore off. Would he forgive him for fucking him even though he’d—
‘I can hear you thinking for here. Stop it. Remember in future when I ask you to come to something with me sssss you don’t have to but I’m asking because I want you there. I souldn’t have to order my boyfriend to come with me. I know what goes through that feeble brain of yours. I don’t want Nakamura, I don’t want anyone but you, you gross weirdo. Now get some sleep. We’re not getting out of bed tomorrow except to eat to keep our strength up.”
“Why?”
He knew it was a stupid question the moment he said it but Kiyoi slapping his chest drove the point home.
“Because practice makes perfect.’
Author:
corvidologyI am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes
Pairings: Hira Kazunari/Kiyoi Sou, 美しい彼 | Utsukushii Kare | My Beautiful Man (TV)Challenge/Prompts used: Sex Pollen
Summary: Kiyoi gets drugged by someone who doesn’t know Hira’s always closebye
Rating/Warnings: Explicit
Word count: 1802 words
Kiyoi hasd asked him to go to the party with him but hadn’t ordered him to so he knwew he wasn’t welcome. Kiyoi had been spending a lot of time with his new co-star Nakamura away from home practicing the script. Kiyoi always said practice makes perfect.
He’s seen the way Nakamura looked at Kiyoi and even worse the way Kiyoi looked back. He’d have Kiyoi to himself far longer than he’d ever expected to have him in his wildest dreams. He should tell Kiyoi it was ok that he was grateful for every minute he’d wasted on him but he was too much of a coward. AS long ast Kiyoi dind’t tell him to go he was staying like a pathetic shadow. No wonder Kiyoi thought he was gross.
Just because the didn’t go to het party didn’t mean he couldn’t wait in the alley behind the restaurant, clutching his phone in case Kiyoi needed him. He’d been there for two hourse, freezing his balls of f not that it mattered if Kiyoi had no use for him any more.
He was startled when the back door of the restaurant swung openand Nakamura emerged. He’d never been so happy to see someone leave only he was towing someone along behind him by the hand. Kiyoi, it was Kiyoi, cluthing hold of Nakamura’s elbow and backing him up against the wall.
“There’s no rush.” Nakamura smoothed the hair back frfom Kiyoi’s face and Hira wanted to break his fingers but it wasn’t his place to make kiyoi’;s decisions for him. Nakamara caught hold of Kiyoi’s arms and eased him back. “let me take you home.”
Kiyoi nodde din that way of the deply inebriated and and caressed Nakamura’s face.
Hira managed to stop himself from heaving up the little he’d eaten that day as Kiyoi kissed him,leaning in tight, Nakamura’s hands dropping to his arse as he deepend the kiss.
Kiyoi pushed him back, Nakamura’s head connecting with the wall. “You taste wrong.’
Nakamura tried to pull him back in. ‘Come on, Kiyoi, we’ve both been drinking.”
“Your not Hira.”
“Of course not. I’m far more atrtreactive than that freak.’
Kiyoi punched him, only a glancing blow as the force of it spun him around and he ended up on his arse in the alley.
Nakamura tried to pull him up. ‘ Come to my place and I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.’
‘I want Hira. Hira? Where are you?”
Hira emerged immediately from the shadow, powerless to resist Kiyoi. “I’m here. I’m always here.’
Nakamura steeped back as Hira approached but wasn’t ready to give up yet. ‘Kiyoi’s coming home with me.”
Hira gently helped Kiyoi back to his feet. ‘If that’s what Kiyoi wants.’ It killed him to say it but it was the truth. \
Kiyoi stareed up at him. ‘There you are.’
Stood under the light by the restaurant’s back door, hira could see how dilated kiyoi’s eyes were. He leaned him gently up gainst the wall and turn to face Nakamura.
‘your drugged him you fucking arsehole!’ hira moved closer and Nakamura started to back up down the alley, hands up in front of him.
“he needed to loosen up, he was killing the party going on and ona bout your stupid photographs.”
“you. Drugged. Him. ‘ Hira’s hand clenched into fists and hecould feel his vision turning red the way it had back in h9igh school when they’d spilled paint all over Kiyoi.
Nakamura sneered. “this is just getting boring.” He was a professional actor and pulled off sound bored but walked away so quickly he was almost jogging.
He went back immeaditely for Kiyoi, supporting him back down the alley and getting a taxi to get them home as soon as possible.
He guided Kiyoi into their bedroom and lowered him gently to the bed. Kiyoi grabbed hold of his sleeve trying to pull him down with him but Hira gentlyh removed his ahnd.
“ you need water, Kiyoi.’ He went to get it, wondering if he should take Kiyoi to the hospital but Nakamura hadn’t wanted him dead but very much alive in his bed.
He hadn’t been gone that long but Kiyoiu had stripped off all this clothes and was lying naked on the bed stroking his cock.
It took effort but he made himself looki away, grabbing a blanket turning ready to cover Kiyoi with it. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding out the glass of water. ‘Youo should drink this.”
Wonder of wondrs Kiyoi listened to him, drinking the water all at once and then letting it roll away across the floor. He threw off the blanket and grabbed for Hira, pulling him down and rolling him onto his back.
“Kiyoi I—”
Kiyoi kissed hm sloppily, pushing his tongue into his mouth, grabbing him by the ears, almost suffocating him but Hira didn’t try to stop him. He was kiyoi’s to do with as he wished.
Kiyoi ripped his shirt open and pulled roughly at hira’s belt, too uncoordinatead to open it.
“Trousers, now!”
Hira unbuckled and unzipped, pulling his trousers and udnerpnts down and off, leaving himself naked his shirt hanging off his troursers, the weight of Kiyoi draped heavily across him all he could want as Kiyoi dragged open the drawer, pulling out the lubricant and dropping it on the bed.
“You didn’t get a condom. ‘
“Don’t want one.”
Hira had never had sex with anyone else so in this at least he didn’t need to protect Kiyoi from his obsession and no matter who Kiyoi might be fucking – the thought was like a physical pain -- he was Kiyoi’s to do with as he wished.
Kiyoi sucked his cock into his mouth so suddenty and deeply he started gagging and spluttering, tears running down his face as he reared back.
“you don’t neet to”
“Shut up, Hira.’
Hira shut up.
Kiyoi went down on him again, sucking him in, sdthe uusually graceful Kiyoi made clumsy by whatever Nakamura had slipped him, his teeth cataching on Hira’s cock, his eyes still watering as he forgot to breathe properly. It was brilliantly awful, painful but bliss from how wild Kiyoi seemed for him.
When Kiyoi pulled off and sat back on his heels, Hira started to roll over but Kiyoi’s hands on his hips stopped him. He tried to unscrew the tube, the coordinated effort beyond him.
“open the bloody thing!”
Hira as always did as Kiyoi asked and handed it to him. Kiyoi smeared half the tube across his fingers and sat there, straddling Hira’s thighs staring at his hands.
“I can’t do this.”
Hira started to move, ready to get a towel, clean Kiyoi up and get him settled.
“No, idiot, I mean kwhatever Nakamura gave me I’m seeing too many fingers. You’re going to have to prep me.”
Hira was horrified. Kiyoi was so far gone he’d almost crossed a line. “You should sleep now. In the morning we’ll –’
“No. Fuck me. I’ve always wanted you to fuck me. Fuck me now, Hira. Fuck me!”
“But you’ve always—”
“You’ve never given me the choice just rolled over and shoved yo8ur arse in my face.” Kiyoi got off him and rolled over on this back. “Give me your fingers then your cock.”
“But—”
;’Now! Here!” Kiyoi took Hira’s hands in his, transferring most of the lube to him. “Use it or not, just fuck me!”
He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.
“Stop thinking. Just fuck me. I want it. I want you. Use the lube but don’t take all day. I’m not a king, I’m not a fragile doll that might break, I’m your man. C’mon. You always say you want to give me everything so give me what I want. ‘
Hira had bearly worked a second finger into him when Kiyoi started pulling him up against his chest. ‘Now!’
Hira used the rest of the tube to grease up his cock and slowly, inch by inch, breached Kiyoi. Or at least he tried to do that. Kiyoi hooked his legs around him and forced him all the way in, a pained gasp escaping his lips.
Hira put all his effort into staying still, not sure if just pulling out would hurt Kiyoi more. They lay there panting for what seemed to Hira like hours, blissed out by the feel of Kiyoi all around him, until Kiyoi grasped him by the ears and forced hm to llook at him. “I love you, y ou idiot. Give me everything you are.”
He tried to be gentle, to go slow, knowing Kiyoi hadn’t taken a cock before but Kiyoi was having none of it, spurring him on, his feet hammering against Kiyoi’s back, his arms tightening around him until he thought he might pass out, Kiyoi’s erection trapped between them.
Kiyoi’s body went taut beneath him ‘fuck!’ and he felt the spreading warmth sas Kiyoi came and he stopped moving. Content that Kiyoi was satisfied.
“What the fuck at you doing, hira? If you don’t come in me right now you’ll never touch me again. “
It didn’t take much more, Kiyoi locking eyes with him, spurring him on, to reach his own orgasm and collapse on top of him.
He must have blacked out for a moment, coming round to Kiyoi stroking the hair back off his face. “Get a flannel before we stick together.”
He was boneless but forced himself up, coming back with a flannel and clean sheets. “Forget the fucking sheets. I love the smell of us.”
Hira got them cleaned up and settled in, Kiyoi turning to drape himself across Hira’s chest, petting him.
What would Kiyoi think when he woke up, when the drugs wore off. Would he forgive him for fucking him even though he’d—
‘I can hear you thinking for here. Stop it. Remember in future when I ask you to come to something with me sssss you don’t have to but I’m asking because I want you there. I souldn’t have to order my boyfriend to come with me. I know what goes through that feeble brain of yours. I don’t want Nakamura, I don’t want anyone but you, you gross weirdo. Now get some sleep. We’re not getting out of bed tomorrow except to eat to keep our strength up.”
“Why?”
He knew it was a stupid question the moment he said it but Kiyoi slapping his chest drove the point home.
“Because practice makes perfect.’
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Date: 2023-04-04 07:28 pm (UTC)Good job remaining pretty coherent throughout, MA.
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Date: 2023-04-11 08:44 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2023-04-10 03:59 am (UTC)And quoting
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Date: 2023-04-11 08:44 pm (UTC)They're a fantastic pairing!