Drievuldigheid - Drie Samen
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,329
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Drievuldigheid-Drie Samen Ch. 3 Pt. 2
Ryuichi went on his way after saying goodbye to Shuichi. He had a Tohma to make talk.
Making sure that Kumagoro stayed on his head properly, he bounded over to the elevator, where he rocked on the balls of his feet as he waited for it. He would take the stairs, but even a slow elevator takes less time than over twelve flights of stairs. Most of the people around him knew who he was and how he usually behaved, so he didn’t receive too many strange looks today. Some mornings, particularly the ones when tour or school groups were led through, people who saw him would either get incredibly excited and ask for autographs, or thought he was the weirdest person they’d ever met. Occasionally, on his lucky days, he would meet someone who was both. Those were fun—they’d never play with him, but most of his entertainment actually came from trying to get them to.
But, today there weren’t even many employees of NG Studios around, so when the elevator finally arrived he was alone. Which was all well and good, he decided, because on the slow descent up he needed to ponder a plan of attack for his mission; his keyboardist didn’t tell him things very often if he wasn’t forced into it.
When the doors opened on Tohma’s floor, he charged straight towards the doors to the office; past experience had taught him that secretaries’ nails were painful if they managed to catch you as you ran by. Fortunately, Kimi was on the phone, and couldn’t reach for him.
“Sakuma-san! He asked not to be dist—“ The loud cry was interrupted by a threatening bang as Ryuichi slammed full force into the double doors to Tohma’s office.
Which were locked. Of course.
Falling backwards, he caught Kuma as he fell off his head, but smacked his own head on the carpeted floor behind him. The noise, as loud as it had been, had drawn some attention. He heard quiet noises inside, since Kimi was too stunned by his theatrics to do anything but stare at him, the voice from the phone near her ear being ignored. As he heard the lock click, the singer jumped to his feet, clutching Kumagoro tightly, and was more than prepared to cling to Tohma when the doors opened.
So, imagine his surprise when he found himself hanging off of someone he didn’t know. Blinking, he considered climbing down, and saw Tohma over the shoulder of whomever he was attached to, smiling. That decided it. Hopping backwards, he had to bite his tongue while The President of NG Studios apologized to whoever he had attacked. The man seemed to take it in stride, smiling politely—obviously fake, it was just like Tohma’s—before excusing himself and walking away.
Less prepared this time, Ryuichi’s glomp on Tohma merely left him wrapped around him, and hadn’t anywhere near the effect he’d been hoping. No falling down—though, to be honest, the keyboardist rarely did, having had too much practice—, no satisfying “oomph” noises, no stumbled steps backwards. Tohma simply shut the doors on his secretary, who had – like a good little employee – gone back to typing and helping the man she was talking to.
Having ensured their privacy, Ryuichi fought childishly as the blond slowly tried to peel him off. Finally succeeding, much to the singer’s dismay – he had used to be better at that, Tohma walked to his desk before sinking down in his chair. Now that it was just him and his lover, the President let his head sink tiredly down to the desk and the piles of folders upon it.
“Ne, Tohma, what’s wrong?” He had tried simple questioning earlier, only to yield no results, but the other looked tired enough now that he thought it might work.
“I’m just not feeling well, Ryuichi.” Well, that had been some sort of answer. Not a complete lie, either, although more than slightly evasive.
Walking closer to him, Ryuichi planted himself on the desk, forcing Tohma to lift his head slowly. Cuddling Kumagoro close on his lap, Ryuichi cocked his head to the side. “Why not?”
Tohma didn’t want to deal with a child right now, the singer knew. He wanted to be able to collapse into bed, it looked like. Ryuichi thought that sounded good, but knew from previous attempts that the president wouldn’t agree to it. He could always attempt to seduce Tohma into it, or possibly force him, but he wanted to know what was wrong first. The blond was keeping himself distant, and if he was hiding from his long-time lover, there had to be something more to his tense exhaustion than the usual stress.
Having finally decided on an answer, the keyboardist responded to the question Ryuichi barely remembered asking. “I may have done something I shouldn’t have.”
Another evasion, but Tohma wouldn’t even meet his eyes now. Whatever was bothering him, he didn’t want Ryuichi to know. That was puzzling. Ryuichi had never, not once, been angry or upset at Tohma; sure, the occasional hissy fit when he wasn’t allowed to play a concert he wanted or given ice cream, but never truly angry.
“Tohma.” The singer placed Ryuichi aside and kneeled on the floor beside the blond’s knees, waiting until the other met his eyes. “Tohma, what did you do?”
When the keyboardist tried to stand up, tried to busy himself in work and distance himself from Ryuichi’s questions and whatever great crime he had committed, the singer draped himself across his lap, preventing much movement. They remained like that, staring at each other, until, heaving a sigh, Tohma gave in to his lover’s silent demand. “I went to several bars the night before last. At one, late in the evening, I found Shindou-kun, very inebriated.” Tohma knew that Ryuichi would make the obvious conclusion—he would know that he had been drunk, and with a drunk Shuichi there as well, combined with how Tohma was acting now… well, it wasn’t that big of a leap.
Ryuichi’s eyes widened. “You slept with Shuichi?” He waited to feel jealousy. He and Tohma had been lovers for nearly a decade, but their relationship, while committed, was not exclusive. Not on Ryuichi’s part, anyway. Tohma, as far as the singer knew, had never slept with anyone but him, and although he himself had found a few short-term flings, mostly one night stands, his lover had never resented him his games, despite the fact that their relationship was considered “open” only because of him. Now that the one person that had been only his had found another as well, rationally, he knew that most people would feel jealous; Tohma quite obviously thought he would be, exhibited in how tightly he held himself as he waited for the occupant of his lap to give his verdict, but...
“That’s incredibly hot…” Ryuichi’s voice was a low moan, murmured in the same tone he used when seducing Tohma to bed. The keyboardist blinked at him, obviously confused by his response—though just as obviously relieved.
As the images in his mind continued, Ryuichi couldn’t hold back his outburst, standing up to glare down at Tohma. “I got left out! You should have called me!” He knew what he’d just said was a slightly childish response to a very adult situation, but he couldn’t stop the whine in his voice.
Fortunately, the accusation released Tohma from most of his apprehension, and he visibly relaxed, arranging himself more comfortable in his chair as he smiled up at the pouting singer.
Ryuichi suspected that wasn’t quite everything, but Tohma informed him of his last concern with no prompting. “As glad as I am that your only reprove against me is that you weren’t there, Shuichi seems to have had many more tribulations with accepting it than you did. He was mortified by the events the next morning, and his response is the cause of most of my worry.”
Scowling frightfully – as best he could, anyway – at the keyboardist, Ryuichi had to wonder why Shuichi would freak out about it. He had very clearly had a crush on both of them for some time, so why would finally sleeping with the blond cause him such distress? “Tohma, did you do one of your scary faces the next morning?” One never knew with him, after all.
The smile that came over his face when he was assured that nothing mean had been done covered a devious mind that was plotting. Two plots, actually. Yes, both at the same time! Though, Kumagoro was helping, of course. The first, foremost plot was how to go about convincing Tohma mid-morning sex was the way to go today. The second was more complicated, with multiple steps – how to go about convincing Shuichi it was okay to have slept with Tohma, first; then, the plan called for Ryuichi to get him into bed as well, preferably not drunk. The final, third step—which, to the singer’s reasoning, would be the easiest if he got that far—was to get Shuichi to sleep with them both. The second scheme would take careful planning. But first…
“Tohma, would you mind a threesome?” He deliberately asked the question childishly, liking the slight shock that came over his friend as he processed it.
Understand what threesome it would be, Tohma knew it was not likely such a thing would happen. However, he also knew that convincing Ryuichi of that would be impossible—let the singer have his machinations; if they succeeded, well…
“Ryuichi, if you, Shuichi, and I had a threesome, minding it would be the furthest thing from my mind.” The totally honest response made the singer grin, which turned slightly wicked as they looked at each other.
“Ne, the door is locked, right? And nobody will disturb you when the door is locked, na?” Tohma instinctively nodded his affirmation to both facts before the rest of his mind comprehended what he’d been asked; unfortunately for his intentions of denying what he suspected Ryuichi wanted, the singer’s tongue found his mouth as soon as he opened it to tell him they could and would not have sex in his office… again.
Happily straddling his lover’s lap, Ryuichi pulled back to yank his shirt off over his head. Tohma looked like he was going to try to protest, but he also looked incredibly tempted. Knowing he’d nearly won, Ryuichi shifted his weight forward, rubbing trapped need against burgeoning arousal; the moan he swallowed from the blond confirmation that he’d get what he wanted.
His fingers easily undid Tohma’s shirt buttons, years of practice making it nearly habit. As the shirt was pulled off the synth player’s arms, skilled, calloused fingers undid the button and zippers to his jeans as well, and he raised himself up to allow them to be pulled down. When their mouths finally broke away from each other, both panting too hard to continue the kiss, Ryuichi scrambled around in the drawers of the desk behind him until he found the tube he’d been looking for. Here he was unpleasantly informed by his cushion that he had to get up. Frowning at the blond, ready to inform him that he was getting fucked, he was distracted by a smiling mouth that told him they couldn’t take off their pants if they were both sitting.
Feeling slightly foolish, he slid backwards, staying away long enough to rid himself of his jeans and for Tohma to remove his before the president was back in his chair. Lips found his neck and began to suckle as he unscrewed the cap to squeeze lube on the nimble fingers that wanted it. Shifting forward, he was given no warning as two of the digits slipped into him.
Practiced enough at relaxing his body, he didn’t fight the invasion, but his slick hand went down to his lover’s erection below him in retaliation. He pumped him, slicking the hardness, in time to the fingers moving inside him; when a third finger was added he tightened his grip, but protested before a fourth could be introduced and prolong his torment.
Gripping tightly to the blond’s shoulders and finding his mouth again, he let the other dominate the kiss as he lowered his body down onto the other’s, gasping at the familiar pleasure of being filled. In a rare position where he was allowed control of how quickly he was invaded, he took it slow, gradually increasing the roll of his hips into a rhythm that culminated in his breathless shout and Tohma’s possessive snarl and left him feeling sated, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his lover’s lap and sleep.
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AN:
Well, no HiroXSuguru or KXSakano in this chapter, because you get a Tohma/Ryu lemon instead :P
Tell me what you think, and I'm sorry it took a while. I had prior engagements, then I got the seventh Harry Potter book... *sigh*
Nope, haven't finished it yet, but lucky for you guys, everytime I stop reading it I write something, so...yep, lots of updates.
Okay, so I'm trying to work out in my head a second chapter to Ontwikkeling-- it doesn't feel like a oneshot to me, but at the same time, I wrote it as one so I have no idea what to do with it. I WANT to continue it, but...
And, I've found all those fun little prompt communities on LJ, and while I'm not actually joining any, they're all so fun. So, I'm writing like, a million of them. My only constraint is that I make myself do them in order. Don't know what will get posted tomorrow, though it will be another chapter in this one. Probably two of the challenges will be started tomorrow, maybe more than one written per challenge.
And, since I want to do like... 35 or so of the prompt sets (there's all the communities... I've found around 35 that I want to write something based off their prompts)... So, since I have tons of things to start writing, I'd like responses on what pairings they should be ^__^
As of now, I only write Gravitation, so there will probably be SEVERAL repeated pairings, but I guarantee to at least TRY my hand at any pairing, as long as it doesn't contain Yuki. Hate him, sorry, so Punch Drunk is the only story I'll ever write with him as a character. Oh, and I might be updating that one as well!
Hope you liked this update, and expect plenty more soon!
Making sure that Kumagoro stayed on his head properly, he bounded over to the elevator, where he rocked on the balls of his feet as he waited for it. He would take the stairs, but even a slow elevator takes less time than over twelve flights of stairs. Most of the people around him knew who he was and how he usually behaved, so he didn’t receive too many strange looks today. Some mornings, particularly the ones when tour or school groups were led through, people who saw him would either get incredibly excited and ask for autographs, or thought he was the weirdest person they’d ever met. Occasionally, on his lucky days, he would meet someone who was both. Those were fun—they’d never play with him, but most of his entertainment actually came from trying to get them to.
But, today there weren’t even many employees of NG Studios around, so when the elevator finally arrived he was alone. Which was all well and good, he decided, because on the slow descent up he needed to ponder a plan of attack for his mission; his keyboardist didn’t tell him things very often if he wasn’t forced into it.
When the doors opened on Tohma’s floor, he charged straight towards the doors to the office; past experience had taught him that secretaries’ nails were painful if they managed to catch you as you ran by. Fortunately, Kimi was on the phone, and couldn’t reach for him.
“Sakuma-san! He asked not to be dist—“ The loud cry was interrupted by a threatening bang as Ryuichi slammed full force into the double doors to Tohma’s office.
Which were locked. Of course.
Falling backwards, he caught Kuma as he fell off his head, but smacked his own head on the carpeted floor behind him. The noise, as loud as it had been, had drawn some attention. He heard quiet noises inside, since Kimi was too stunned by his theatrics to do anything but stare at him, the voice from the phone near her ear being ignored. As he heard the lock click, the singer jumped to his feet, clutching Kumagoro tightly, and was more than prepared to cling to Tohma when the doors opened.
So, imagine his surprise when he found himself hanging off of someone he didn’t know. Blinking, he considered climbing down, and saw Tohma over the shoulder of whomever he was attached to, smiling. That decided it. Hopping backwards, he had to bite his tongue while The President of NG Studios apologized to whoever he had attacked. The man seemed to take it in stride, smiling politely—obviously fake, it was just like Tohma’s—before excusing himself and walking away.
Less prepared this time, Ryuichi’s glomp on Tohma merely left him wrapped around him, and hadn’t anywhere near the effect he’d been hoping. No falling down—though, to be honest, the keyboardist rarely did, having had too much practice—, no satisfying “oomph” noises, no stumbled steps backwards. Tohma simply shut the doors on his secretary, who had – like a good little employee – gone back to typing and helping the man she was talking to.
Having ensured their privacy, Ryuichi fought childishly as the blond slowly tried to peel him off. Finally succeeding, much to the singer’s dismay – he had used to be better at that, Tohma walked to his desk before sinking down in his chair. Now that it was just him and his lover, the President let his head sink tiredly down to the desk and the piles of folders upon it.
“Ne, Tohma, what’s wrong?” He had tried simple questioning earlier, only to yield no results, but the other looked tired enough now that he thought it might work.
“I’m just not feeling well, Ryuichi.” Well, that had been some sort of answer. Not a complete lie, either, although more than slightly evasive.
Walking closer to him, Ryuichi planted himself on the desk, forcing Tohma to lift his head slowly. Cuddling Kumagoro close on his lap, Ryuichi cocked his head to the side. “Why not?”
Tohma didn’t want to deal with a child right now, the singer knew. He wanted to be able to collapse into bed, it looked like. Ryuichi thought that sounded good, but knew from previous attempts that the president wouldn’t agree to it. He could always attempt to seduce Tohma into it, or possibly force him, but he wanted to know what was wrong first. The blond was keeping himself distant, and if he was hiding from his long-time lover, there had to be something more to his tense exhaustion than the usual stress.
Having finally decided on an answer, the keyboardist responded to the question Ryuichi barely remembered asking. “I may have done something I shouldn’t have.”
Another evasion, but Tohma wouldn’t even meet his eyes now. Whatever was bothering him, he didn’t want Ryuichi to know. That was puzzling. Ryuichi had never, not once, been angry or upset at Tohma; sure, the occasional hissy fit when he wasn’t allowed to play a concert he wanted or given ice cream, but never truly angry.
“Tohma.” The singer placed Ryuichi aside and kneeled on the floor beside the blond’s knees, waiting until the other met his eyes. “Tohma, what did you do?”
When the keyboardist tried to stand up, tried to busy himself in work and distance himself from Ryuichi’s questions and whatever great crime he had committed, the singer draped himself across his lap, preventing much movement. They remained like that, staring at each other, until, heaving a sigh, Tohma gave in to his lover’s silent demand. “I went to several bars the night before last. At one, late in the evening, I found Shindou-kun, very inebriated.” Tohma knew that Ryuichi would make the obvious conclusion—he would know that he had been drunk, and with a drunk Shuichi there as well, combined with how Tohma was acting now… well, it wasn’t that big of a leap.
Ryuichi’s eyes widened. “You slept with Shuichi?” He waited to feel jealousy. He and Tohma had been lovers for nearly a decade, but their relationship, while committed, was not exclusive. Not on Ryuichi’s part, anyway. Tohma, as far as the singer knew, had never slept with anyone but him, and although he himself had found a few short-term flings, mostly one night stands, his lover had never resented him his games, despite the fact that their relationship was considered “open” only because of him. Now that the one person that had been only his had found another as well, rationally, he knew that most people would feel jealous; Tohma quite obviously thought he would be, exhibited in how tightly he held himself as he waited for the occupant of his lap to give his verdict, but...
“That’s incredibly hot…” Ryuichi’s voice was a low moan, murmured in the same tone he used when seducing Tohma to bed. The keyboardist blinked at him, obviously confused by his response—though just as obviously relieved.
As the images in his mind continued, Ryuichi couldn’t hold back his outburst, standing up to glare down at Tohma. “I got left out! You should have called me!” He knew what he’d just said was a slightly childish response to a very adult situation, but he couldn’t stop the whine in his voice.
Fortunately, the accusation released Tohma from most of his apprehension, and he visibly relaxed, arranging himself more comfortable in his chair as he smiled up at the pouting singer.
Ryuichi suspected that wasn’t quite everything, but Tohma informed him of his last concern with no prompting. “As glad as I am that your only reprove against me is that you weren’t there, Shuichi seems to have had many more tribulations with accepting it than you did. He was mortified by the events the next morning, and his response is the cause of most of my worry.”
Scowling frightfully – as best he could, anyway – at the keyboardist, Ryuichi had to wonder why Shuichi would freak out about it. He had very clearly had a crush on both of them for some time, so why would finally sleeping with the blond cause him such distress? “Tohma, did you do one of your scary faces the next morning?” One never knew with him, after all.
The smile that came over his face when he was assured that nothing mean had been done covered a devious mind that was plotting. Two plots, actually. Yes, both at the same time! Though, Kumagoro was helping, of course. The first, foremost plot was how to go about convincing Tohma mid-morning sex was the way to go today. The second was more complicated, with multiple steps – how to go about convincing Shuichi it was okay to have slept with Tohma, first; then, the plan called for Ryuichi to get him into bed as well, preferably not drunk. The final, third step—which, to the singer’s reasoning, would be the easiest if he got that far—was to get Shuichi to sleep with them both. The second scheme would take careful planning. But first…
“Tohma, would you mind a threesome?” He deliberately asked the question childishly, liking the slight shock that came over his friend as he processed it.
Understand what threesome it would be, Tohma knew it was not likely such a thing would happen. However, he also knew that convincing Ryuichi of that would be impossible—let the singer have his machinations; if they succeeded, well…
“Ryuichi, if you, Shuichi, and I had a threesome, minding it would be the furthest thing from my mind.” The totally honest response made the singer grin, which turned slightly wicked as they looked at each other.
“Ne, the door is locked, right? And nobody will disturb you when the door is locked, na?” Tohma instinctively nodded his affirmation to both facts before the rest of his mind comprehended what he’d been asked; unfortunately for his intentions of denying what he suspected Ryuichi wanted, the singer’s tongue found his mouth as soon as he opened it to tell him they could and would not have sex in his office… again.
Happily straddling his lover’s lap, Ryuichi pulled back to yank his shirt off over his head. Tohma looked like he was going to try to protest, but he also looked incredibly tempted. Knowing he’d nearly won, Ryuichi shifted his weight forward, rubbing trapped need against burgeoning arousal; the moan he swallowed from the blond confirmation that he’d get what he wanted.
His fingers easily undid Tohma’s shirt buttons, years of practice making it nearly habit. As the shirt was pulled off the synth player’s arms, skilled, calloused fingers undid the button and zippers to his jeans as well, and he raised himself up to allow them to be pulled down. When their mouths finally broke away from each other, both panting too hard to continue the kiss, Ryuichi scrambled around in the drawers of the desk behind him until he found the tube he’d been looking for. Here he was unpleasantly informed by his cushion that he had to get up. Frowning at the blond, ready to inform him that he was getting fucked, he was distracted by a smiling mouth that told him they couldn’t take off their pants if they were both sitting.
Feeling slightly foolish, he slid backwards, staying away long enough to rid himself of his jeans and for Tohma to remove his before the president was back in his chair. Lips found his neck and began to suckle as he unscrewed the cap to squeeze lube on the nimble fingers that wanted it. Shifting forward, he was given no warning as two of the digits slipped into him.
Practiced enough at relaxing his body, he didn’t fight the invasion, but his slick hand went down to his lover’s erection below him in retaliation. He pumped him, slicking the hardness, in time to the fingers moving inside him; when a third finger was added he tightened his grip, but protested before a fourth could be introduced and prolong his torment.
Gripping tightly to the blond’s shoulders and finding his mouth again, he let the other dominate the kiss as he lowered his body down onto the other’s, gasping at the familiar pleasure of being filled. In a rare position where he was allowed control of how quickly he was invaded, he took it slow, gradually increasing the roll of his hips into a rhythm that culminated in his breathless shout and Tohma’s possessive snarl and left him feeling sated, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his lover’s lap and sleep.
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AN:
Well, no HiroXSuguru or KXSakano in this chapter, because you get a Tohma/Ryu lemon instead :P
Tell me what you think, and I'm sorry it took a while. I had prior engagements, then I got the seventh Harry Potter book... *sigh*
Nope, haven't finished it yet, but lucky for you guys, everytime I stop reading it I write something, so...yep, lots of updates.
Okay, so I'm trying to work out in my head a second chapter to Ontwikkeling-- it doesn't feel like a oneshot to me, but at the same time, I wrote it as one so I have no idea what to do with it. I WANT to continue it, but...
And, I've found all those fun little prompt communities on LJ, and while I'm not actually joining any, they're all so fun. So, I'm writing like, a million of them. My only constraint is that I make myself do them in order. Don't know what will get posted tomorrow, though it will be another chapter in this one. Probably two of the challenges will be started tomorrow, maybe more than one written per challenge.
And, since I want to do like... 35 or so of the prompt sets (there's all the communities... I've found around 35 that I want to write something based off their prompts)... So, since I have tons of things to start writing, I'd like responses on what pairings they should be ^__^
As of now, I only write Gravitation, so there will probably be SEVERAL repeated pairings, but I guarantee to at least TRY my hand at any pairing, as long as it doesn't contain Yuki. Hate him, sorry, so Punch Drunk is the only story I'll ever write with him as a character. Oh, and I might be updating that one as well!
Hope you liked this update, and expect plenty more soon!