Taking Notice
Author: lillypuff
Email: lilly_puff22 (at) yahoo (dot) com
LiveJournal: http://lillypuff.livejournal.com
Characters From: Saiyuki & Saiyuki Gaiden
Pairing(s): Homura/Zenon/Kenren
Rating: R
Written For: kink_bingo
Kink: Orgasm Denial
Word
Count: 916
Warnings:
m/m/m sexuality (oral), language
Universe:
Black Lotus
Summary: "Can't
a guy make himself look decent first?" Kenren asks,
not really caring that all he is wearing are some skimpy little vinyl shorts
and a pair of boots…
Disclaimer: Neither Saiyuki nor
Saiyuki Gaiden belong to me. This is most
likely a good thing because nothing -- with the exception of man-sex -- would
ever get done if they did.
Random Notes: For those of you following Sins of the Flesh,
this is more or less how the whole Homura/Zenon/Kenren
thing got started. Obviously, this takes
place before anything that happens in
SotF, by a few months. And yeah, you're gonna
hate me when this is over. lol
Kenren doesn't mind so
much that he's just been pushed up against a wall; he does however mind that
his post dance cigarette has been broken.
It's a ritual for him, as much a habit as smoking after sex, and he's
not all together happy that it's just been cut short; but then again, there is a hand roaming up and down his bare
back, so maybe it'll be worth it in the end.
Maybe.
Kenren glances back
over his shoulder and cracks a smile when he catches a glimpse of spiky blond
hair. He knows the guy well enough, he's
at the club practically every night, and Kenren has
known his associate for a long time.
"Zenon," Kenren begins as he
faces forward again, being sure to push back slightly, "to what do I owe
the pleasure of this sneak attack?"
Zenon laughs behind
him and Kenren can feel it reverberate through
him. "Homura
would like to…" he pauses, as if he's trying to choose his words
carefully, "…see you."
"Can't a guy
make himself look decent first?" Kenren asks,
not really caring that all he is wearing are some skimpy little vinyl shorts
and a pair of boots, but unable to think of anything else to say.
Zenon takes a breath,
as if to respond, but the blond is cut off by a low, silky voice.
"What would
be the point," Homura chimes in, somewhere
behind them, "we'll just dirty you up again."
The thought of that goes straight to Kenren's groin; Zenon's too, from
what he can tell, however briefly, before the blond turns him around. Kenren goes
willingly, smiling all the while as Zenon leads him
to a chair on the other side of the room.
Kenren's eyes never leave Homura
as he sits down in the proffered chair, his legs spread ever so slightly.
"I must say
I'm surprised, Homura," Kenren
purrs, though it's actually a lie. He'd
had an inkling for some time that Homura had some
sort of vague interest in him, but for whatever reason, he had the sudden urge
to make small talk. "Why the sudden
interest?"
"Well, I
guess I just never noticed before," Homura
replies smoothly, and Kenren isn't sure how he should
take that statement, so he lets it slide.
"But I notice you now."
Kenren doesn't miss Homura's brief glance down to his vinyl clad crotch and Kenren grins, ear to ear.
"Kinda hard to miss, isn't it?"
"It is," Zenon
replies, behind him once more. Kenren can feel him lean over before he runs a hand down
his bare chest, grazing a nipple on its way down. When Zenon grabs at
his erection, Kenren hisses pleasantly through his
teeth.
"I'm not
sure," Kenren practically squeaks, "if this
is the best place for this. You know,
work and all…"
"It will do
for now," Homura says before sliding his hands
between Kenren's legs, pushing them further apart
before brushing Zenon's hand away. When Homura drops
to his knees between his legs, Kenren groans, as does
Zenon.
Kenren watches, his
vision going slightly blurred, as Homura fumbles with
the ridiculously small zipper on the front of his shorts. In a matter of seconds, Kenren's
erection is suddenly free of its constraints, gripped firmly by Homura's hand. Kenren squirms and moans as he reaches behind him and pulls
Zenon as close as he can. He turns his head and meets the blond in a
searing kiss.
Apparently
pleased by the display, Kenren hears Homura groan before he takes his cock into his mouth and Kenren squirms further before throwing one leg over Homura's shoulder, trying to pull him in closer, not that
he could be any nearer then he
already was.
What Homura proceeds to do with his tongue and mouth is
exquisite, and Kenren writhes under the attention of
both men, Zenon at his mouth and Homura
at his cock. Every time Homura sucks hard at his erection, Kenren
moans and bucks into the man's mouth and Kenren can
feel the heat pooling inside him, rather quickly, to his dismay.
"Fuck, fuck…fuck," Kenren
groans, the last fuck coming out as a whimper because Homura
is suddenly pulling away. When he sits
back, Kenren moves his leg, his boot coming to rest
on Homura's shoulder and Kenren
starts to think that if this turns out to be some sick joke, Homura is going to go flying across the room. Homura smiles
pleasantly, as if nothing seems out of the ordinary.
"You know,
you are right, Kenren. This is hardly the place for this sort of
thing," Homura replies to Kenren's
questioning look. "Don't you agree,
Zenon?"
"I do,
indeed," is Zenon's reply and Kenren notices the man sounds rather smug.
Gracefully, Homura stands up and Kenren's
foot falls to the floor, limply.
"What do you say we change venues?
How about my place? You remember
the way, don't you?"
All Kenren can do is nod silently.
"Good." Homura replies as
he walks towards one of the back exits of the staging area.
"See you
soon," Zenon purrs in Kenren's
ear as his hand brushes through his hair.
Kenren can't help but tremble slightly and for
a few moments after the men leave, Kenren just sits
there, dumbfounded.
Coming back to himself, Kenren lets his head fall back as he attempts to force his still hard cock back into his vinyl shorts. He laughs harshly, and hopes like hell he can drive in his current condition.
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