Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Just Watching ❯ Just Watching 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Araki_Kae 
Eiri x Tohma
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.02.2006 | Updated On: 03.02.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 726 | Status: Completed
Eiri x Tohma
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.02.2006 | Updated On: 03.02.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 726 | Status: Completed
Just Watching
By: Araki
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation.
Summary: Tohma gets a glimpse of Ryuichi's life he didn't know about involving Shuichi and Yuki. Now it's too late to back down, or get out of being part of it.
Warnings: Ongoing Smut
Pairings: Shuichi x Ryuichi, Yuki x Ryuichi x Shuichi, Tohma x Yuki, Tohma x Ryuichi, Yuki x Shuichi, Yuki x Ryuichi, Tohma x Shuichi, Yuki x Tohma x Ryuichi x Shuichi
Grammar Beta: Mayhem's Angel
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A tired yawn shattered the silence that filled the office on the top floor of NG Studios. Tohma Seguchi, man of authority if there ever was one, was tired, having not slept in two nights. It wasn't that he'd been working or doing anything that could be considered "work-related", a common reason for him to miss days of sleep. No. He had laid down for the night, another lonesome night without Mika who seemed to spend more and more time at the temple, and daydreamed. Daydreamed about Eiri, Ryuichi, and Shuichi. He saw them in the most intimate of positions, screaming and moaning for each other, begging for release, and Eiri's cold eyes looking towards him, asking 'would you like to join us'. That always startled Tohma, causing it impossible to fall asleep again.
Perhaps that was one reason he was glad Mika wasn't around to watch him become aroused. He wouldn't be able to tell her the truth either, that her brother and his boy-toy accomplished at being the ones at making him sexually frustrated. He and Mika hadn't a real 'healthy' relationship when it came to sex. The marriage had been arranged; at first they had been sex-induced teens, fucking without love. As weeks went by, they become more of best friends than lovers, often finding other partners and returning to the same bed at night, just to keep their families happy. Recently, he and she had thought of having a divorce, but that didn't really matter.
What matters now is the situation he'd placed myself into. Just the thought of being turned on by his best friend, an employee to his company, and Eiri-san. Sure, Eiri-san had turned him on before, there was no denying that. However, Now it wasn't just Eiri-san that had Tohma jerking himself off in the privacy of the bedroom or bathrooms, it was all three, together, in compromising positions. How long had it been that they were meeting to fuck before Tohma found them? How long would it be until the media found about this sexual scandal? Tohma laid his head on the cold wood. Ryuichi was off today, and Shuichi was working, meaning that there was no secret rendezvous going on around the NG building.
"Seguchi-san?" His intercom buzzed, and Tohma groaned, looking at the phone tiredly. "Your brother-in-law is here, and he wishes to see you."
Tohma's fine eyebrows rose, becoming curious of this sudden turn of events. Eiri never came to the NG building, for any reason. Tohma even knew that if the novelist was picking up Shuichi, then he'd just park outside the building and wait. "Send him in." Tohma rushed, staring at the doors as they flew open, and slammed back shut, followed by a click of the lock. Curiosity grew more in Tohma, watching the blonde writer approach the desk.
Eiri didn't say anything as he pulled a chair in front of Tohma's desk, sat down and made himself comfortable. One hand caressed his shades, as if deciding if he should remove them. Reason won, and Eiri removed the dark shades and carelessly tossed them on the desk, his eyes remained on Tohma, staring through him. Dead silence remained in the room as the two watched each other, Tohma had nothing to say. He was too busy fighting the blush from his face to think of anything, and Eiri - Eiri was just being predatory by staring at the NG president. Just stared before his thin lips twisted up in a smile.
Stretching, Eiri leaned his arms under his neck, relaxing comfortably in the chair. "Did you know that Ryuichi loves to be ordered around?" He asked, as if he were the newest gossiper in the crowds. "His cock gets so thick, and his voice cracks, begging for you to fuck him then. However, it's more fun to make him frustrated and ignore his swelling penis. He also likes being rimmed. Having me, or Shuichi fuck his tight hole with our tongues, turns him on, makes him scream-"
"W-Why would I care?" The no longer suave man asked, a blush taking over his face.
Eiri leaned forward, standing to his feet and walked around the desk, a small mocking smile on his face as he circled the NG president. "I thought you'd love to know, I mean, you did sit and watch us fuck in the sanctuary of the bedroom. And, you watched them in the Nittle Grasper conference room, Shuichi saw you both times. You're not very good at hiding, never were if I remember right." Eiri suddenly lifted the slightly shorter businessman off his seat and slung his brother-in-law against the desk on his stomach, throwing items to the floor. Important paperwork scattered in all directions. Tohma tried pushing the novelist away, wanting to yell at him for this sudden attack.
"Eiri-san!" Tohma gasped as the novelist firmly pushed his hand into Tohma's back.
Eiri's breath felt warm against Tohma's back; making little, thin blonde hairs on his back to stand up on end. Tohma shuddered. He glanced back to Eiri, breathing deeply - partly in fear of his brother-in-law's anger. "You watched him and Ryuichi, all while jacking off. Tell me, what turned you on the most? Was it their moans, their twin like movements?" Memories flashed back into Tohma's head, causing him to harden quickly. His eyes widened as Eiri's hands brushed around the edge of his slacks.
Tohma's eyes widened as his belt slid from around his waist, falling to the floor like a limp snake. "Eiri-san, what on earth?" His voice squeaked. Warm breath met his shoulder again, caressing the skin around his neck again, and Tohma hissed, clutching hold of the sides of the desk. Eiri removed himself from Tohma, and the keyboardist prepared to push himself up, but before he could even let his heels touch the ground, he was flung on his back against the hard desk. His breathing quickened as he looked at the possessive gleam in the novelist's eyes.
Long fingers brushed the clasps holding Tohma's business slacks closed, causing a soft gasp to escape the man's lips. Tohma's hands flung from where they had clasped the desk to Eiri's hand, pulling them away from his crotch. "Eiri, what on earth are you doing?" He demanded. Though he'd waited years just to have Eiri touch him 'there', he didn't think the office was the exact place he dreamt, nor did he think Eiri was in his right state of mind.
"I'm giving you what you wanted when you watched Ryuichi and me fuck. The reason why you suddenly hid when Shuichi ran towards the room instead of leaving since you knew that it was not the right time to be there. You know," Eiri muttered, his eyes narrowed with an annoyed look, "you could have just walked in and joined us."
Fumbling hands once more caressed the zipper of the NG president's pants, sliding the simple machine down. Tohma bit his lip as cool hands brought his semi-hard penis into the just as cold air, stroking the hardened shaft to full thickness. All voiced objection seemed dead to the thirty-year-old man as his brother-in-law's weight dropped off his body and to the ground. The older man groaned deep in his throat as Eiri's warm mouth enveloped around his hard cock.
Panting deeply, Tohma thrusted his hips up as the skilled tongue paid adequate attention to the tip of his cock, teasing the head before taking in the full shaft down his throat. Tohma groaned. "Eiri-kun..." He whispered deep in his throat, his lips drying as another moan escaped his lips and his head fell back against the cold texture of the desk. His eyes suddenly closed tightly and he began to pant. Thrusting his hips up again, Tohma moaned loudly as his stomach knotted, demanding himself to cum finally, but he was stopped.
Groaning, Tohma forced his eyes to open and stare at the cunning golden eyes staring back up at him from above his erect penis, one hand clasped at the base of his cock, stopping him from cumming at that time, if at all. "Eiri-kun." He rushed in one deep breath. The novelist leaned close to Tohma's lips, sealing them warmly. "You've known Ryuichi for years now. Tell me, were you ever friends with 'benefits'? Before my sister, just to relieve sexual tension. Suck his large penis as he sixty-nines you, the unbelievable sensation of his tongue embracing your cock as you sucked on his." Eiri kissed the skin at the base of Tohma's neck, loosening the deep red, classy, tie.
"Nagh..." Tohma groaned.
"That's not a word, Tohma, nor is it an answer." Eiri smirked, nipping at the Grasper's collarbone. The tie slid around his neck, very snakelike, before dropping to the ground. The novelist's warm hands brushed gently against Tohma's chest, snapping buttons from their safely fitted slots. The Nittle Grasper keyboardist gasped as the cold struck suddenly, and the warm fingers brushing against his now-erect nipples caused simulation in his penis to stiffen further. Suddenly he jerked up, clinging tightly to the somewhat taller blonde, panting breathlessly. His hard cock brushed again against Eiri's thigh, causing Tohma to thrust his hips against the hard thigh belonging to that of the young novelist. Eiri moved, his clothed thigh pressed up against Tohma's erection before lowering again. Tohma's manicured nails clawed into his brother-in-law's shoulders, thrusting, again, against Eiri's thigh before throwing his head back in a moan as he came, ruining his dress pants.
Falling back against his desk, Tohma watched, tiredly, as Eiri unzipped his black dress pants and eased his hard cock out. Tohma couldn't fight the blush that captured his face, just imagining where Eiri was planning on shoving the well-used appendage - not to get confused with just seeing the huge dick. Tohma had seen it before, just not aroused as it was now. Eiri leaned over the music industry president, his warm breath against his ear made shudders flood through Tohma's sensitive body.
"How long have you wanted me, Tohma?" Eiri whispered. Tohma refrained from answering that, embarrassment taking over him. "Since we met? Don't play dumb. I've always seen the way you've looked at me, with adoration...lust." Eiri's voice became very sly, taunting Tohma. The older blonde prepared to speak, to at least defend himself verbally, but as a breath escaped his lips to begin speaking, a gasp overcame him. Eiri's hand was rubbing his hypersensitive dick, bringing it to life again. Tohma bit his lip, to stop a scream from suddenly overcoming him.
Tohma's head turned, his body becoming tense as Eiri pressed against him, his round appendage sliding, firmly, between the two firm globes. It never penetrated, only teased Tohma's pulsing entrance, extracting moans from the usually calm man. "Please, Eiri-san..." Tohma groaned.
Eiri pulled away, his hand leaving Tohma's awakened penis and pressed within the two globes, teasing Tohma's entrance with the precum that had been acquired during the foreplay. "If you really want me, then drop the san." Eiri pressed a finger into the tight ring of muscles. Tohma groaned, unable to fix his last sentence to Eiri's demand. The novelist pushed a second finger into his best friend, using his other free hand to spread Tohma's legs at a larger angle, straining the muscles at the leg joint. Tohma groaned as the two fingers gave a scissor motion and Eiri slid in his third finger. "Do you want me, Tohma?" Eiri whispered. Tohma bit his bottom lip, trying to gain some control of the situation and not fall victim to Eiri's undeniable charm. "Big brother..." Eiri breathed, playfully, "do you want me in you?"
"Yes!" All restrain broke, and the keyboardist moaned as the fingers were removed from his body, replaced by the novelist's phallus. With one thrust, Eiri was enveloped by Tohma's warm body, and he froze right there. Tohma moaned, biting his lip as he relaxed to the intrusion. Finally, Eiri moved, and Tohma reached up, clinging to the younger male's shoulder as a rush of pleasure overcame his systems. His senses began to explode as Eiri evened his thrust, brushing against Tohma's prostate and causing the man to see stars.
A rush of ecstasy overcame Tohma, causing him to fling his hips against Eiri, taking more of the man in him. A shudder flooded from head to toe as the action was repeated, knotting his stomach. "Eiri-!" He cut himself off at the word '-san', knowing that Eiri would have no problem with just stopping in the middle of sex. Tohma clenched his anal muscles as the novelist was pulling out, extracting a possessive growl from the younger man. Eiri's free hands, which had been pinning Tohma's hips down, trailed up the boyish man's small figure, towards Tohma's shoulder, pushing his brother-in-law down against the desk. Tohma gasped as the cold surface conflicted with his warm skin.
Eiri leaned down, again, his warm breath brushing against the delicate blonde hairs on Tohma's flawless skin. Tohma groaned, bringing his hands down to his cock, jerking some tension off. "Eiri..." Tohma whispered as said man nipped at his collarbone, leaving a mark for the world to see. That was all Tohma needed as he came between both of them, feeling the once nip to his shoulder blade become a possessive bite, signaling the man had come as well.
Tohma laid there on the desk, hissing as Eiri pulled out of the keyboardist's lithe body and walked away, leaving the blonde on the desk alone. He could hear the water in his private restroom turn on, but Tohma ignored it as he lazily slid from his desk and onto the floor, staring blankly at the full window. "Ryuichi is usually over at my apartment four out of the seven days. The other three are mainly just Shuichi and me." Eiri's voice broke the silence. Tohma turned his head to face the man. The novelist's looked just as he did when he first walked in the room, except his once dry outfit was now wet and cleaned - at least to the point you couldn't find anything unless looking for it. The blonde was looking at the mess scattering the ground, picked up his dark shades, and slid them on. "I'm picking up my main brat." He stepped towards the door, his voice echoing through the room, "you better get dressed quickly before your secretary gets back from wherever she went to." He opened the door, left, and slammed it shut again.
Remaining awkward on the floor, Tohma looked at his, nearly shredded, clothes. His office was a mess. Cum was splashed in all places on his desk, showing the use it wasn't really made for. Tohma didn't care though, a smile took over his face as he sat up. He'd meet up with Eiri and the others at some time. Their little rendezvous were going to include him from this point on. He smirked, standing up to full glory and leaned against his desk. Perhaps the recent events weren't so bad.
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Next Chapter Pairing:
Ryuichi x Tohma
By: Araki
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation.
Summary: Tohma gets a glimpse of Ryuichi's life he didn't know about involving Shuichi and Yuki. Now it's too late to back down, or get out of being part of it.
Warnings: Ongoing Smut
Pairings: Shuichi x Ryuichi, Yuki x Ryuichi x Shuichi, Tohma x Yuki, Tohma x Ryuichi, Yuki x Shuichi, Yuki x Ryuichi, Tohma x Shuichi, Yuki x Tohma x Ryuichi x Shuichi
Grammar Beta: Mayhem's Angel
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A tired yawn shattered the silence that filled the office on the top floor of NG Studios. Tohma Seguchi, man of authority if there ever was one, was tired, having not slept in two nights. It wasn't that he'd been working or doing anything that could be considered "work-related", a common reason for him to miss days of sleep. No. He had laid down for the night, another lonesome night without Mika who seemed to spend more and more time at the temple, and daydreamed. Daydreamed about Eiri, Ryuichi, and Shuichi. He saw them in the most intimate of positions, screaming and moaning for each other, begging for release, and Eiri's cold eyes looking towards him, asking 'would you like to join us'. That always startled Tohma, causing it impossible to fall asleep again.
Perhaps that was one reason he was glad Mika wasn't around to watch him become aroused. He wouldn't be able to tell her the truth either, that her brother and his boy-toy accomplished at being the ones at making him sexually frustrated. He and Mika hadn't a real 'healthy' relationship when it came to sex. The marriage had been arranged; at first they had been sex-induced teens, fucking without love. As weeks went by, they become more of best friends than lovers, often finding other partners and returning to the same bed at night, just to keep their families happy. Recently, he and she had thought of having a divorce, but that didn't really matter.
What matters now is the situation he'd placed myself into. Just the thought of being turned on by his best friend, an employee to his company, and Eiri-san. Sure, Eiri-san had turned him on before, there was no denying that. However, Now it wasn't just Eiri-san that had Tohma jerking himself off in the privacy of the bedroom or bathrooms, it was all three, together, in compromising positions. How long had it been that they were meeting to fuck before Tohma found them? How long would it be until the media found about this sexual scandal? Tohma laid his head on the cold wood. Ryuichi was off today, and Shuichi was working, meaning that there was no secret rendezvous going on around the NG building.
"Seguchi-san?" His intercom buzzed, and Tohma groaned, looking at the phone tiredly. "Your brother-in-law is here, and he wishes to see you."
Tohma's fine eyebrows rose, becoming curious of this sudden turn of events. Eiri never came to the NG building, for any reason. Tohma even knew that if the novelist was picking up Shuichi, then he'd just park outside the building and wait. "Send him in." Tohma rushed, staring at the doors as they flew open, and slammed back shut, followed by a click of the lock. Curiosity grew more in Tohma, watching the blonde writer approach the desk.
Eiri didn't say anything as he pulled a chair in front of Tohma's desk, sat down and made himself comfortable. One hand caressed his shades, as if deciding if he should remove them. Reason won, and Eiri removed the dark shades and carelessly tossed them on the desk, his eyes remained on Tohma, staring through him. Dead silence remained in the room as the two watched each other, Tohma had nothing to say. He was too busy fighting the blush from his face to think of anything, and Eiri - Eiri was just being predatory by staring at the NG president. Just stared before his thin lips twisted up in a smile.
Stretching, Eiri leaned his arms under his neck, relaxing comfortably in the chair. "Did you know that Ryuichi loves to be ordered around?" He asked, as if he were the newest gossiper in the crowds. "His cock gets so thick, and his voice cracks, begging for you to fuck him then. However, it's more fun to make him frustrated and ignore his swelling penis. He also likes being rimmed. Having me, or Shuichi fuck his tight hole with our tongues, turns him on, makes him scream-"
"W-Why would I care?" The no longer suave man asked, a blush taking over his face.
Eiri leaned forward, standing to his feet and walked around the desk, a small mocking smile on his face as he circled the NG president. "I thought you'd love to know, I mean, you did sit and watch us fuck in the sanctuary of the bedroom. And, you watched them in the Nittle Grasper conference room, Shuichi saw you both times. You're not very good at hiding, never were if I remember right." Eiri suddenly lifted the slightly shorter businessman off his seat and slung his brother-in-law against the desk on his stomach, throwing items to the floor. Important paperwork scattered in all directions. Tohma tried pushing the novelist away, wanting to yell at him for this sudden attack.
"Eiri-san!" Tohma gasped as the novelist firmly pushed his hand into Tohma's back.
Eiri's breath felt warm against Tohma's back; making little, thin blonde hairs on his back to stand up on end. Tohma shuddered. He glanced back to Eiri, breathing deeply - partly in fear of his brother-in-law's anger. "You watched him and Ryuichi, all while jacking off. Tell me, what turned you on the most? Was it their moans, their twin like movements?" Memories flashed back into Tohma's head, causing him to harden quickly. His eyes widened as Eiri's hands brushed around the edge of his slacks.
Tohma's eyes widened as his belt slid from around his waist, falling to the floor like a limp snake. "Eiri-san, what on earth?" His voice squeaked. Warm breath met his shoulder again, caressing the skin around his neck again, and Tohma hissed, clutching hold of the sides of the desk. Eiri removed himself from Tohma, and the keyboardist prepared to push himself up, but before he could even let his heels touch the ground, he was flung on his back against the hard desk. His breathing quickened as he looked at the possessive gleam in the novelist's eyes.
Long fingers brushed the clasps holding Tohma's business slacks closed, causing a soft gasp to escape the man's lips. Tohma's hands flung from where they had clasped the desk to Eiri's hand, pulling them away from his crotch. "Eiri, what on earth are you doing?" He demanded. Though he'd waited years just to have Eiri touch him 'there', he didn't think the office was the exact place he dreamt, nor did he think Eiri was in his right state of mind.
"I'm giving you what you wanted when you watched Ryuichi and me fuck. The reason why you suddenly hid when Shuichi ran towards the room instead of leaving since you knew that it was not the right time to be there. You know," Eiri muttered, his eyes narrowed with an annoyed look, "you could have just walked in and joined us."
Fumbling hands once more caressed the zipper of the NG president's pants, sliding the simple machine down. Tohma bit his lip as cool hands brought his semi-hard penis into the just as cold air, stroking the hardened shaft to full thickness. All voiced objection seemed dead to the thirty-year-old man as his brother-in-law's weight dropped off his body and to the ground. The older man groaned deep in his throat as Eiri's warm mouth enveloped around his hard cock.
Panting deeply, Tohma thrusted his hips up as the skilled tongue paid adequate attention to the tip of his cock, teasing the head before taking in the full shaft down his throat. Tohma groaned. "Eiri-kun..." He whispered deep in his throat, his lips drying as another moan escaped his lips and his head fell back against the cold texture of the desk. His eyes suddenly closed tightly and he began to pant. Thrusting his hips up again, Tohma moaned loudly as his stomach knotted, demanding himself to cum finally, but he was stopped.
Groaning, Tohma forced his eyes to open and stare at the cunning golden eyes staring back up at him from above his erect penis, one hand clasped at the base of his cock, stopping him from cumming at that time, if at all. "Eiri-kun." He rushed in one deep breath. The novelist leaned close to Tohma's lips, sealing them warmly. "You've known Ryuichi for years now. Tell me, were you ever friends with 'benefits'? Before my sister, just to relieve sexual tension. Suck his large penis as he sixty-nines you, the unbelievable sensation of his tongue embracing your cock as you sucked on his." Eiri kissed the skin at the base of Tohma's neck, loosening the deep red, classy, tie.
"Nagh..." Tohma groaned.
"That's not a word, Tohma, nor is it an answer." Eiri smirked, nipping at the Grasper's collarbone. The tie slid around his neck, very snakelike, before dropping to the ground. The novelist's warm hands brushed gently against Tohma's chest, snapping buttons from their safely fitted slots. The Nittle Grasper keyboardist gasped as the cold struck suddenly, and the warm fingers brushing against his now-erect nipples caused simulation in his penis to stiffen further. Suddenly he jerked up, clinging tightly to the somewhat taller blonde, panting breathlessly. His hard cock brushed again against Eiri's thigh, causing Tohma to thrust his hips against the hard thigh belonging to that of the young novelist. Eiri moved, his clothed thigh pressed up against Tohma's erection before lowering again. Tohma's manicured nails clawed into his brother-in-law's shoulders, thrusting, again, against Eiri's thigh before throwing his head back in a moan as he came, ruining his dress pants.
Falling back against his desk, Tohma watched, tiredly, as Eiri unzipped his black dress pants and eased his hard cock out. Tohma couldn't fight the blush that captured his face, just imagining where Eiri was planning on shoving the well-used appendage - not to get confused with just seeing the huge dick. Tohma had seen it before, just not aroused as it was now. Eiri leaned over the music industry president, his warm breath against his ear made shudders flood through Tohma's sensitive body.
"How long have you wanted me, Tohma?" Eiri whispered. Tohma refrained from answering that, embarrassment taking over him. "Since we met? Don't play dumb. I've always seen the way you've looked at me, with adoration...lust." Eiri's voice became very sly, taunting Tohma. The older blonde prepared to speak, to at least defend himself verbally, but as a breath escaped his lips to begin speaking, a gasp overcame him. Eiri's hand was rubbing his hypersensitive dick, bringing it to life again. Tohma bit his lip, to stop a scream from suddenly overcoming him.
Tohma's head turned, his body becoming tense as Eiri pressed against him, his round appendage sliding, firmly, between the two firm globes. It never penetrated, only teased Tohma's pulsing entrance, extracting moans from the usually calm man. "Please, Eiri-san..." Tohma groaned.
Eiri pulled away, his hand leaving Tohma's awakened penis and pressed within the two globes, teasing Tohma's entrance with the precum that had been acquired during the foreplay. "If you really want me, then drop the san." Eiri pressed a finger into the tight ring of muscles. Tohma groaned, unable to fix his last sentence to Eiri's demand. The novelist pushed a second finger into his best friend, using his other free hand to spread Tohma's legs at a larger angle, straining the muscles at the leg joint. Tohma groaned as the two fingers gave a scissor motion and Eiri slid in his third finger. "Do you want me, Tohma?" Eiri whispered. Tohma bit his bottom lip, trying to gain some control of the situation and not fall victim to Eiri's undeniable charm. "Big brother..." Eiri breathed, playfully, "do you want me in you?"
"Yes!" All restrain broke, and the keyboardist moaned as the fingers were removed from his body, replaced by the novelist's phallus. With one thrust, Eiri was enveloped by Tohma's warm body, and he froze right there. Tohma moaned, biting his lip as he relaxed to the intrusion. Finally, Eiri moved, and Tohma reached up, clinging to the younger male's shoulder as a rush of pleasure overcame his systems. His senses began to explode as Eiri evened his thrust, brushing against Tohma's prostate and causing the man to see stars.
A rush of ecstasy overcame Tohma, causing him to fling his hips against Eiri, taking more of the man in him. A shudder flooded from head to toe as the action was repeated, knotting his stomach. "Eiri-!" He cut himself off at the word '-san', knowing that Eiri would have no problem with just stopping in the middle of sex. Tohma clenched his anal muscles as the novelist was pulling out, extracting a possessive growl from the younger man. Eiri's free hands, which had been pinning Tohma's hips down, trailed up the boyish man's small figure, towards Tohma's shoulder, pushing his brother-in-law down against the desk. Tohma gasped as the cold surface conflicted with his warm skin.
Eiri leaned down, again, his warm breath brushing against the delicate blonde hairs on Tohma's flawless skin. Tohma groaned, bringing his hands down to his cock, jerking some tension off. "Eiri..." Tohma whispered as said man nipped at his collarbone, leaving a mark for the world to see. That was all Tohma needed as he came between both of them, feeling the once nip to his shoulder blade become a possessive bite, signaling the man had come as well.
Tohma laid there on the desk, hissing as Eiri pulled out of the keyboardist's lithe body and walked away, leaving the blonde on the desk alone. He could hear the water in his private restroom turn on, but Tohma ignored it as he lazily slid from his desk and onto the floor, staring blankly at the full window. "Ryuichi is usually over at my apartment four out of the seven days. The other three are mainly just Shuichi and me." Eiri's voice broke the silence. Tohma turned his head to face the man. The novelist's looked just as he did when he first walked in the room, except his once dry outfit was now wet and cleaned - at least to the point you couldn't find anything unless looking for it. The blonde was looking at the mess scattering the ground, picked up his dark shades, and slid them on. "I'm picking up my main brat." He stepped towards the door, his voice echoing through the room, "you better get dressed quickly before your secretary gets back from wherever she went to." He opened the door, left, and slammed it shut again.
Remaining awkward on the floor, Tohma looked at his, nearly shredded, clothes. His office was a mess. Cum was splashed in all places on his desk, showing the use it wasn't really made for. Tohma didn't care though, a smile took over his face as he sat up. He'd meet up with Eiri and the others at some time. Their little rendezvous were going to include him from this point on. He smirked, standing up to full glory and leaned against his desk. Perhaps the recent events weren't so bad.
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Next Chapter Pairing:
Ryuichi x Tohma