Drievuldigheid - Drie Samen

Though Tohma knew he should have expected it, with the way Shuichi had been acting so far this evening, he was still surprised when the lips touched his. Shocked, he didn't respond to their owner's advances, remaining stiff and unresponsive to the kiss.

Shuichi didn't know what he'd been expecting. He had hoped for reciprocation, of course; he could even have dealt with rejection... he just would have had to try again. But what do you do when you kiss someone, and there's no reaction at all? He certainly didn't know. With Yuki, he'd rarely ever been the initiator of anything serious. So he sat there on Tohma's lap, breathing through his nose as he kissed a man who was totally unresponsive. As the seconds ticked by, and his nervousness grew, he began to doubt himself until he gave up and moved to back away.

When Shuichi exhaled sharply and pulled back, Tohma was left staring at the nervous, unhappy singer. As he started to move off his lap, eyes looking anywhere but at the person he was sitting on, Tohma reached up and slid his hand into his hair to cup the back of his head. Once he'd stilled and finally looked at him, Tohma leaned forward and pressed their lips together again.

Shuichi was freaking out. He'd gone from thinking Tohma was going to kill him, to being clueless as to what to do now that he actually could kiss him. Hesitantly, he settled himself closer to Tohma, curling his legs to allow himself better movement. He was shy from the lack of reaction in the first kiss, and he wasn't going to try to do anything to advance past the light press of mouths Tohma had established so far.

Realizing Shuichi was uncertain of himself and what would be allowed, Tohma gently flicked his tongue out. As Shuichi's lips parted, giving Tohma access to the wet cavern beyond, he had a last fleeting thought that he really shouldn't do this. It was enough to make him pull away, needing to be sure this was right.

Tohma pulled away this time, before they'd been able to taste each other, though Shuichi was clueless as to why. Feeling frustrated that the collected older man who was always in control either hadn't been willing or been able to satisfy his wants, Shuichi couldn't help pouting at him.

Looking at Shuichi, Tohma was struck by how it had been for him when he'd been a teenager and run by his hormones. Lust and fantasies were all that occupied his mind sometimes, and he couldn't remember a time when he'd been more thankful than he was right now that he was no longer going through puberty. Shuichi was irritated. He obviously didn't have the nerve to continue himself, but if he were to be anymore obvious about what he wanted Tohma to do he'd have to grab him by the shirt collar and shake him. Smirking slightly and convinced finally that he wasn't going to be taking advantage of someone who didn't want it, he leaned forward and sealed their lips together. Shuichi's mouth opened in surprise at the sudden move as his eyes fluttered shut, and Tohma took advantage of his surprise to slip his tongue into the cavern.

Confused by the sudden change of pace but more than willing, Shuichi angled his head to give him more access. His tongue was being teased, never allowed more than a taste of the other's, but Tohma was too good of a kisser to allow him any access he didn't want him to have. Finally, he whined in the back of his throat as a plea for mercy, and with a low chuckle he could barely discern, Tohma's tongue tangled with his.

He knew he was being cruel, not allowing Shuichi any control over the kiss, but at the whimper he finally gave in. Vacantly, part of his mind pointed out that their position didn't allow for much besides kissing. Pulling back slightly and suppressing a laugh when Shuichi groaned at him for it--no doubt thinking he'd stop again-- he half-lifted, half-shoved the singer until he understood what Tohma wanted and moved to straddle him.

Resting on his knees over Tohma's lap on the couch gave Shuichi a lot of room for movement. Tohma had wrapped one arm around his waist to help him balance and the other held the back of his head. Shuichi's hands had the ability to roam basically anywhere he liked. He knew that if his mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied--and occupied rather forcefully, too-- he would have smirked evilly. As it was, he slid one hand into the other's hair and used the other to fumble with the buttons on the dress shirt.

Feeling a hand working at his buttons, Tohma knew Shuichi had no problem with trying to undress him on his couch. Unfortunately, that wasn't what he'd had in mind, and grabbed the roaming hand to to keep it still. Shuichi, none to happy about this, let a noise that could safely be classified as a growl from his throat. Amused by this attempt at a threat, Tohma found Shuichi's tongue and gently bit it; careful not to hurt but making it a clear warning.

When the singer felt teeth close down around his tongue, he squeaked. Unsure as to whether Tohma was actually angry or not, he lightly licked at the other's mouth, though whether in question or supplication he himself didn't know.

Chuckling softly, Tohma pulled away with a last nibble to Shuichi's bottom lip, gripping it gently between his teeth and tugging before releasing the other from their kiss. Shuichi, he saw, was surprisingly out of breath. He'd kissed before-- didn't he know how to breathe through his nose?

"Are you sure about this?" Tohma wanted boundaries clarified before he moved them to his bedroom.

"You mean, am I sure I want to sleep with you? Yes!" Shuichi didn't attempt to disguise his impatience... or his desperation.

He received a small tilt of the keyboardist's lips in return, only the second time he'd seen a real smile on Tohma's face. Tohma went to move him off his lap, but when he immediately went into cling mode and began to protest, he was stopped by a finger against his lips.

"We're moving this to a place more suitable than the couch." With this assurance, he climbed off so quickly it could nearly be said he fell and his hand was taken by Tohma as he was led down a hall. He didn't understand the play of emotions on the blond's face, but it was enough for him that he was seeing real emotions from him for the first time. He was pulled into the last room on the right, and as soon as the door shut behind him he was pressed up against the wall and kissed in a way that made it very clear that despite that Tohma had kissed him in the living room, he had most definitely been controlling himself. With Shuichi pinned against the wall of his bedroom -- quite happily, too, if the noises he gave were any indication-- Tohma let himself press against the smaller body fully. Shuichi was left with his head tilted back and his mouth being plundered, and the whimpers and moans he made were swallowed by Tohma almost as soon as they were released. Finally, Tohma pulled away, breathing heavily, and Shuichi was able to gasp for breath, barely able to comprehend what was happening as he was laid back on the older man's bed and Tohma spread out on top of him, one of his knees pressing between his legs. Gasping, feeling Tohma's thigh rubbing against the hardness it had found, Shuichi reached his arms up around Tohma and pulled him back down for another kiss.

As his soon-to-be lover was occupied, Tohma managed to pull Shuichi's shirt off over his head, his only acknowledgment of the action coming when he let out a moan as the kiss was again broken. His eyes blinked open blearily, struggling to focus through the haze of pleasure clouding his mind, and he began to struggle with the small, difficult buttons on Tohma's dress shirt as he had on the couch. It was proving difficult for him, but he wouldn't let Tohma help, pushing his hands away when he moved to lend aid. He did, however, stop rubbing against Shuichi--having gotten the hint once he wiggled under him and whined.

Finally, the shirt was removed and both pressed against each other again, half-naked. Tohma's cool, strong hands slid over Shuichi's skin, leaving it tingling with want wherever the fingers ghosted their touch. He slid his hands up Tohma's back and found his shoulder blades, where his fingernails dug in slightly when Tohma's thigh brushed against him again. He slid his own leg further up between Tohma's, barely able to slide along the hardness he found before Tohma, tongue still possessing Shuichi's mouth completely, shifted so both his legs were between the ones beneath him.

Used to this position, Shuichi bent his knees slightly and separated his legs further, allowing Tohma to settle between them so their still-clothed lower bodies were able to grind against one another. Tohma thrust slightly, and Shuichi's breath left him with a hiss; distantly, he thought that it wasn't fair that the keyboardist was so much more controlled than him.

Tohma slid his lips down over Shuichi's throat and collarbone as the singer bucked up against him. He was pulled back up by still impatient hands and forced into another kiss. He'd learned now, without question, that Shuichi liked kissing.

They moved against each other, Tohma still plundering the younger's mouth through the kiss, before Shuichi decided he preferred they were naked. His hands moved down to the button of the keyboardist's pants, where he fumbled with the button before coming frustrated and feeling to needy to deal with it himself; he found Tohma's hands and moved them to the clasp on the pants, groaning something unintelligible into his mouth that wasn't really necessary to make his intentions clear. One handed, Tohma undid the button. The other came up to smooth along Shuichi's cheek before moving to the younger man's pants to remove them as well as his own. As Shuichi wriggled out of his pants--there were no underwear to remove, of course-- he realized Tohma hadn't actually removed his, and was about to complain when Tohma's hand found his wrists and held them above his head before the other hand reached his length and stroked.

He lost all his breath in a moan and his head fell back as he arched slightly. He saw Tohma smile down at him, and he tried to plea for Tohma to remove his pants as well, but the hand still sliding along him still kept him from gaining enough coherency to find the words.

As Shuichi gasped and writhed underneath him, making noises he probably didn't realize he was emitting, Tohma contemplated how much he could tease the singer before he became desperate. A loud moan and a yank from the hands he still held captive convinced him to stop tormenting him, and he released Shuichi's arms, which immediately scrambled at his chest and stomach before moving down to find his pants and pulling at them.

If Tohma had been wearing anything under his dress slacks, Shuichi didn't know it as he yanked at the last barrier between them until it was gone--probably removed with a lot of help from the wearer, since he doubted he had actually accomplished it in his hurried state. His eyes fluttered open as he tried to focus on the man who hovered above him, and he couldn't understand what he was being asked.

"What do you want, Shuichi?" Oh. That was it. He whined again, which he realized was a bad habit he had apparently picked up tonight, and tried to yank Tohma back down. Annoyingly, like pretty much everything so far, he wouldn't move. He rounded up enough brain cells to form a sentence with difficulty.

"Do you actually need an answer in words?" He thought it was obvious, and his tone said that he thought it should be, but Tohma tilted his head to the side, smiled in a way Shuichi then and there dubbed as being "cruel and tortuous", and made it very clear he was waiting.

Sighing, Shuichi shifted under him, trying to keep ahold of patience and decency long enough to tell the evil being above him what he wanted without actually reverting to using the words "Fuck me, dammit!" and realized he didn't have to worry about it anymore. Judging from the look on the blond's face, he'd had another moment where his mouth left his brain, and had blurted out unceremoniously what he had most definitely not wanted to blurt out.

Tohma couldn't hide his surprise when the vulgar phrase left the innocent-seeming young man's mouth, and realized that he hadn't actually meant to say it as he slowly flushed a lovely scarlet color under him. He smirked slightly.

There. That smile. The cruel and tortuous one. Crap. The keyboardist lowered his head until his forehead pressed against Shuichi's and his answer was murmured against his mouth. "As you wish."

Shuichi really, really wanted to deny that was his wish, but he really didn't believe in lying, and besides, all motor functions had left him as Tohma was kissing him again. This time, however, he didn't take control of the kiss. He let Shuichi set the pace, and the singer had no problem with taking advantage of the rare opportunity to taste Tohma fully.

Digging through the nightstand beside the bed, Tohma finally found the slim tube which he uncapped to spread some of the contents on his fingers. He intended to keep Shuichi's mouth busy as long as possible, hoping he'd remain distracted. He reached down, pressing against the singer's entrance and slipping a finger inside.

Shuichi broke away as he gasped, and he stared into Tohma's eyes from inches away as his body was slowly stretched. He was thankful he wasn't a virgin, because he didn't like the burning feeling he'd gotten when he was first getting accustomed to his body being breached, but he couldn't help tensing up when the second finger slid inside him.

Tohma slid his mouth along Shuichi's cheek, brushing up over his eyelids and then moving down to his neck. He didn't move the fingers inside Shuichi yet, slightly concerned as to why he was tensing up when he was by no means a virgin. Humming softly, he suckled gently at a spot on the singer's neck before moving his fingers, finding the spot that made Shuichi shudder and jerk underneath him. Smiling slightly but still working on his mark, he rubbed carefully over the spot several times until Shuichi relaxed again, and then moved to add a third finger.

Feeling the invaders to his body moving out slightly, Shuichi couldn't help tensing again despite the pleasure that had just moved through his body. He knew that next came the third finger, which always, always hurt, no matter what, and was made worse by the knowledge that after he would be stretched open by his lover as he was claimed and possessed. He always wanted the feeling, but his body inevitably tensed against it, so the first few minutes would hurt until his body submitted to the feeling and he began to get pleasure from the joining.

Slowly, he felt the third finger enter finally, sliding slowly into him up to the last knuckle, leaving all three fully sheathed and his body smarting from it. They pressed against what wrought pleasure through him, but it wasn't enough to relax him fully yet. Thankfully, his current was more patient than even Yuki had been. The singer had been afraid he'd have to tell Tohma to slow down, but he was giving him time to accustom himself to it. Unfortunately, he seemed to be waiting until Shuichi relaxed completely, which he knew wouldn't happen until he was inside him. About to attempt to tell him so, he saw the keyboardist appear to decide on something.

Having realized that the younger man, for some reason, was not going to unwind completely as long as he had his fingers inside him, Tohma decided to try something to shock his body into giving in. He shifted his fingers, moving his hand to allow his thumb to press against the spot right before Shuichi's entrance, and rubbed his fingers inside very carefully where the bundle of nerves were found.

Shuichi didn't even hear himself as he let out a near shriek and arched off the bed when Tohma did something that made his body sing with pleasure. When the fingers inside him let up the pressure, he was gradually able to focus his eyes on the blond above him who looked as if he knew exactly why Shuichi had reacted so strongly. Vaguely, he realized that the fingers no longer hurt. More importantly, he realized he wanted the older man inside him. Now. He managed to moan out some demand, and, whether or not it was coherent Tohma understood what he wanted, and the fingers slipped out of him. Unintentionally, Shuichi whimpered at the loss.

Tohma found the tube and slicked himself with more of the slippery content, pleased that the supple body beneath him had relaxed so completely. He shifted over the singer, who lay spread out looking so wanton he was hard put not to thrust into him suddenly and trust his body would accept it. But, he had tensed before and would likely become less welcoming once he'd started to enter him than he looked now.

When he felt Tohma begin to press into him, he expected to tighten and have to force his body to accept the invasion. What he hadn't expected was for his hips to roll up with ease and a moan come unbidden from his throat. "Tohma......"

As they began to move together, Shuichi was lost to the sensations of being taken the first time without pain to accompany it. He heard cries that he fuzzily realized had to be coming from him, because that couldn't be Tohma gasping out pleas for more.

"Shuichi..." As Tohma's voice called out his name, he writhed underneath him, so close--without being touched, even-- that he was babbling.

"Kami-sama...oh..." Tohma didn't recognize the flushed, erotic person twisting below him as being the same hyperactive singer who had to be shot at to be motivated. Knowing how close Shuichi was, Tohma thrust as hard as he could into the body below him, and as he felt the over all tightening of his lover's muscles, heard a last, desperate cry, and felt fingernails scrabbling at his back, he found the same spot on the neck below him that he'd been sucking at and bit down, hard, as everything washed through him uncontrollably and he came.

Pulling away from Shuichi after a long moment, he curled up next to him, both of them panting. Shuichi looked nearly unconscious, skin still flushed and body still shuddering, his eyelids flickering every so often. Seeing the slight shudder in the smaller body, Tohma carefully moved them until they were under the covers before wrapping around Shuichi and spooning against him as he drifted into oblivion.

Fuzzily, nearly asleep, the singer wondered why the gentle arm draped over him made him feel more at home than any of the times he'd convinced Yuki to cuddle with him, and what it was that he'd seen in Tohma's eyes as he'd come atop him, the heat and intent covering something else that shimmered just beneath the surface.

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AN:
Well, I said the morning after would be in this, didn't I? Unfortunately, it's long, as you can see. Since the sex scene was written first, I thought I'd have room to write a quick glimpse of first thing in the morning at the end of this chapter. However, the getting them naked took much longer than I'd suspected, about two and a half times as long, and the morning after scene is proving to be much more than I originally thought as well. So, it was either a chapter twice as long as this once which would take twice as long to post, or split them into this one: Ch. 2, and the morning after scene, which will be Ch. 2 1/2

I chose the second option. You can expect the next chapter tomorrow (it is 3:00 am on Wednesday night as I write this... I count this as Wednesday, not Thursday), but it's being beta'd first, so it'll be posted whenever she is done giving me her input ^_^

Also, I won't post the next until I get two reviews on this chapter. Since the whole story is esentially gonna be sex, I need to know whether people like my way or not.
Speaking of which, I suppose I need to explain one thing about this chapter: Shuichi's reluctance when Tohma's prepping him.

If you've read the books (series some, but I'm especially referring to Remixes and Megamixes) then you'll notice that every time Shuichi has sex with someone, he cries about it like a little virgin. Since eventually everyone would get used to it, I assume this means that it's never been done quite right for Shuichi, and that's why it is so... interesting... between him and Tohma this first time. I also mean to bring that into the plot later on (what little plot there is, at least :P).

So, please, review! And look forward to more soon!