Sho/Jun 1/1
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snoozing_kittenTitle: How to Deal
Pairing: Sakurai Sho x Matsumoto Jun
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jun's upset. Sho knows how to deal.
So, it’s a little more aggressive then usual. Maybe in the morning someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, Sho’s never wondered why it mattered what side of the bed he woke up on, anyways the thing is so tiny the line blurred from which was one side to the next. Not that it mattered at all, or really, because Jun sure isn’t complaining. If anything he seems to enjoy the extra aggression, not that he’s in any position to voice a complaint.
It had been a bright day when he left his apartment right after lunch. Sho scrunched his face up against the overly bright assault on his eyes. He cursed Captain again for making off with his sunglasses –all over again and again each time he found a new pair he liked. He didn’t notice at the time the older man took them because it had been raining and drearily over-cast for weeks now with no sign of letting up. Then comes the first day of sun and only in hindsight did those glasses clipped primly to the front of his shirt seem overly familiar.
While he hadn’t been particularly crabby that morning, he wasn’t quite skipping down the streets humming show-tunes either. Not that Sho knew anything about show tunes.
There was this little café between his apartment, Aiba’s apartment, and the studio. His attendant was named Noriko and she knew his order down to all five sugars Aiba likes in his coffee. She’s not all that pretty, but Sho has endless smiles just for her anyways, because she makes a mean coffee. That morning she wasn’t there, Yumi said softly that she called in sick and that Sho should take care of himself because the flu going around is a nasty one. With a nod of thanks he left the shop.
Aiba complained the entire morning that his coffee wasn’t sweet enough. Captain agreed that once the first coffee is ruined there is no hope left for a good day.
Jun was in a mood that morning. It had Nino in one of his moods. After about an hour Sho was feeling less then friendly towards those two, like a pair of tomcats, seeing which one could scream louder. Hell, if that wasn’t an erotic thought though.
“Do something.” Aiba whined as he poked him in the ribs, sticking out his bottom lip unconsciously mimicking an oversized puppy.
“What?” He snaps back, and well maybe the day hadn’t started bad but it was shaping up to be pretty crappy.
“Make them better.” Aiba frowns, knowing that Sho could do something, because that’s what he does. Captain looks up from his mobile phone and there is a brief if not completely silent exchange between them.
‘Do you want Jun or Nino?’ expressed with a nod of his head and a shrug.
’I’ve got Jun.’ Because everyone knows Captain knows how to handle Nino best; for others there poses a risk of getting their fingers bit. Leaving him to handle Jun and his case of angry-princess-syndrome. Aiba marks the days down in his day planner to see if his monthly theory works out ‘But we all know Jun in a boy, he wouldn’t be in Johnny’s if he wasn’t.’ Ohno pointed out, Aiba and Nino nodded along. ‘But if it looks like chicken, smells like chicken and sounds like chicken- it’s a chicken.’ Is Nino’s reply, followed by another sagely nod from Ohno and a confused look from Aiba.
‘But Jun isn’t a chicken.’
Sho didn’t know why Jun gets his mood swings, or why he had the attitude he did- though he has a few theories about leftover trauma from being a child diva. He does on the other hand have a method for breaking Jun out of these moods- tried, tested and true.
“I’m going to get more coffee.” Aiba says, completely and totally conspicuous despite his efforts to be discreet- given away by his not-so-subtle leer. He leaves in a hurry clutching the sunglasses he swiped from Ohno; which at some point had been Sho’s- they look good on Aiba. Nino catches onto the game pretty quickly, giving Ohno a sly glance; the older man nods back with an impish smile.
“We’re going to have sex now, see you in a bit.” Ohno waves and his fingers lace easily with Nino’s and like magic the two of them are gone. Sho’s a little envious, because that was way to easy, but then so were they. Standing alone in the empty dressing room seems a little silly so he leaves too, on the hunt for his youngest band mate.
Jun was sitting in one of the lounges, his head thrown back over the headrest, the long expanse of his pale neck exposed and just begging to be nibbled, an appetizer even. He has a small face cloth over his eyes playing the part of the migraine-riddled superstar to a fault. Sho locked the door behind them.
“Take off all your clothes.” He snapped, and Jun tensed, his fingers jerking on the armrest, one came up and pulled the cloth away leisurely.
“What?” Jun snapped, his ruby lips forming into an instant look of distain. He’s testing Sho, and instead of offering a smile and a shrug he looked down his nose at the young man.
“You heard me.” Jun visibly shivered. He looked a moment away from arguing again, but Sho didn’t budge. He stood, graceful, still with his face screwed up in an annoyed mask, he began to unbutton his shirt in jerky movements. There was no fanfare and no dramatics for once, and then Jun is staring at him full frontal bratty and stark naked.
“Happy now?” He crossed his arms with a huff.
“Put your hands on the chair and bend over.” He paused, eyes going wide for a moment. He didn’t budge, and Sho ticked his eyebrow. “Now.”
“…” Jun’s ass is pale, almost ivory; his spine is visible through paper-thin skin, the sharp knobs building a stairway that vanishes under dark black hair. Sho pet his sides like he would a cat, running his fingertips over the hills and valleys of Jun’s ribs in long strokes.
“Spread your legs more.” Sho kicked Jun’s feet apart, and he hissed at him looking over his shoulder with a sour look. His knees knock against the floor and he winced- Jun couldn’t see him. The naked man was half-hard, and he poked and prodded until his dick was curving up delicately against his stomach. Then he leaves it there.
“Sho.” Jun snapped, so Sho bit him. He arched his back, fingers digging into the armrest of the chair; Sho has to bite his tongue next to keep from laughing. There are indentations of his teeth on Jun’s rump; it looks nice –cherry red against his ivory skin- and he allowed a brief smile. The other was forced to seethe in silence.
Short blunt nails dug into his skin, and Jun arched again the angle almost to sharp to be human. He pressed a wet kiss to the base of his spine, tonguing the sensitive area and making Jun gasp softly. Flicking his tongue against the skin as he went, but moving so slowly, he could almost feel the tension that sizzled off the other man’s skin. It’s fun to tease Jun because he gets so worked up, he’ll get pissed if you poke him enough times, and his angry-face is something everyone should see at least once- a strange mix adorable and just plain comical.
He teased just the tip of his tongue inside, tensing and relaxing it to stimulate the tight muscle. He pressed in deeper and Jun moaned loudly, wiggling his hips back against the fingers spreading him wide and the tongue spearing him.
‘What a clever tongue on that boy.’ His mother’s friends used to say when he would say something perfectly politely for such a young boy. He was quite sure that Jun would agree with them rather enthusiastically at that.
He hummed, letting the vibrations travel from him to the other man, and Jun’s arms shook with the effort of holding himself up. Curses and pleas mixed together, spilling from Jun’s lips a he chewed them. Pulling back he grinned at the sounds the other man was making. He blew against the wet skin making the other gasp, his spine twisting almost painfully.
“Like that?” Sho blew again and Jun’s entire body quaked. Pulling his cheeks further apart he nibbled on the skin and the other man’s voice echoed in one long wail, Sho’s name riding high on the crescendo. Flattening his tongue and pressing it in deep in a stabbing motion had Jun completely coming apart under his hands, sobbing out his name as his whole body shook.
Finally taking pity on the younger man he backed off, and Jun’s legs and arms simultaneously crumpled, landing him face first into the chair. He heaved, mouth slack and eyes closed, trying to reign himself back in. Pressing his hands against Jun’s neck, cupping his face in both hands, Jun’s eyes fluttered open- he was indeed a very pretty man. He slipped his thumb against his full bottom lip, pressing until it slid in his mouth, warm and slick. His tongue twisted against the pad, worrying along the nail with his teeth.
“Roll over.” Jun arched one eyebrow, and Sho gave him a hard look, reminding him of the fact that Sho was in charge. So he pulled his hand’s from Jun’s face and physically moved him to the position he wanted, on his back with his legs spread over the arm rest of the chair. Jun glared at him, bottom lip sticking out a little in a pout- given the position he had no control over the speed or depth. “Just enjoy.” Sho mumbled against his neck, licking and biting lightly along the pale swan-like column.
“Sho.” He whined, clinging around the older man’s neck as he brought their lips in for a bruising kiss. Ruthlessly his tongue pushed into Sho’s mouth, licked along his teeth, the roof of his mouth, and wiggled against his own tongue, it felt like Jun was trying to devour him through his mouth. Sho wasn’t so opposed to the idea.
A smooth roll of his hips, pressing heat through denim against Jun’s ass causes a low groan from the young man. He bit Sho’s bottom lip, worrying it.
“Fuck me.” He whined, slipping that devilish tongue out to lap into Sho’s mouth in teasing flicks. “Now.”
“When I want to.” Sho hissed, rolling his hips up again, and knowing full well that the denim has to be rough against his skin. “I might change my mind if you beg.” Jun gave him that bitchy look, all to clearly stating that the battle lines have been drawn.
Fine enough, that’s what he was trying to do.
Wiggling an arm free of Jun’s octopus-like grip he searched his pocket for the lube and condoms he stored there just for this occasion. With ease that was born of a lot of practice he smeared the jelly on his fingers and wasted no time in slipping two up into Jun’s body.
“Oh.” Jun moaned, his fingers flexing against the armrest, nails digging deep into the fabric and padding. Without pause he slipped them out, then back in, setting up a rough pattern, and all Jun could do was take the fingers. Sho knew it wouldn’t be enough, while two fingers was a pleasant burn, it didn’t stretch and fill like his cock would- and Jun wanted that. He wasn’t planning on giving it to him until he begged for it, just teasing him into a frenzied state.
He resumed the sloppy kisses, licking at Jun’s mouth until he let him in. Fucking his mouth with his tongue, emulating what he could be doing, and what he wasn’t. Fingernails dug into his shoulders, pushing him away.
“Stop teasing me.” Jun hissed at him, digging in his nails even harder.
“Beg.” It was a battle of wills; he could see Jun cracking under his eyes. He was strung out, riddled with pleasure, and left wanting. “Come on. Beg for me.”
“Noooo.”
Sho pulled his fingers free and pressed just the tip in, over and over he did this, worrying the skin and making the already sensitive muscles clench.
“Oh god, just do it. Fuck me please!” Sho pressed in close moving his hands away completely to run them over Jun’s chest, where he flicked the tawny nipples.
“What was that?” Jun hissed at him, chewing at his lips.
“I said, please. Please fuck me hard.” He looked up at Sho, biting his lips raw and tossing his head side to side like a racehorse.
“Okay, okay, relax, I’ve got you.”
“About fucking time.” Jun bit out. Sho peeled his jeans off quickly, and rolled the condom down even quicker –he was way past ready to launch. He smeared the slick gel all down his dick, spreading it with one hand and gripping the chair with the other.
“Ready?”
“Yes.” Jun might have rolled his eyes, but it was lost to a low moan as Sho slid inside him, one steady roll of hi hips until he was seated deep in the younger man. He hung his head low, trying to keep the tighthotsofuckinggood heat from swallowing him whole. “Please.” Jun sobbed, bringing his hands up to lace behind Sho’s neck, digging his long fingers into Sho’s hair.
There wasn’t much of a pause to adjust, and later Sho might worry that he hurt Jun, but in that moment he was much to interested in ending their teasing game. The harsh slap of his thighs and Jun’s bare bottom filled the room hot and heavy with panting breaths and Jun’s inarticulate cries.
He was rough, which was the Vanity Fair between them, but usually he had more care for Jun’s condition; he still needed to be functional after this. Snapping his hips forward driving in so deep, and Jun’s prone positioning leaving him completely at Sho’s mercy. The kid was flexible; his legs didn’t seem to be bothering him, nor the fact that Sho was trying his best to snap him in half. For it all, Jun moaned, loud and wonton as he urged Sho on verbally to go faster, harder, deeper, oh fucking god; just like that.
Sho swore that every one of Jun’s inner muscles was trying to end this for him, clenching in a perfect mixture of pressure and friction, picking at the seams holding him together. Grunting with exertion, he leaned down for a sloppy wet kiss, feeling Jun’s teeth more then his tongue, and most likely bruising their lips to match. When he pulled back, he could feel Jun’s knuckles brushing against his stomach as Jun jerked himself off. The angle was awkward, but Jun was nothing if not capable.
“Good boy.” Sho panted, and pushed Jun’s sweaty hair from his forehead, so he could press a quick kiss there. Had it been Aiba, he would have nodded almost desperately, whimpering Yes, yes Aiba is your good boy, please more. Jun, of course, didn’t respond with words but his nails dug in; leaving burning trails down his chest.
It couldn’t last much longer, and from the flushed look on Jun’s face, colour rising high on his flawless cheekbones, it wouldn’t be long for him either. Orgasm seemed to hit Jun in waves, creeping up on him slow and steady, not hard and fast like Ohno. First his eyes would fall shut, then his nose would scrunch up, and he would start to lock up.
Against popular belief, Jun was rather silent in bed; emitting only a soft groaning noise while he tossed his head, warm splashes of his semen hitting their stomachs. Sho is louder, snapping his hips so he’s pressed so deep as it washes through him, electrifying his senses and leaving him spent. He used Jun to prop himself up on legs that shook and the other made a soft annoyed noise.
“Off.”
“One last kiss.” He leaned in and stole a soft kiss from unresisting lips, ending it with only the briefest of touches from the tip of his tongue- Jun’s hips must be getting sore by now.
They both wince as the youngest eases his legs down, grunting as he tries to sit up straight when his entire lower body protests the movement.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah.” Jun frowned, so Sho bends down and gives him another sweet kiss, saying without words, ‘I’m sorry’ because if he did say that Jun would scoff at him, brushing off any injury. This way he would accept it, as further apology Sho helped him dress, kneeling in front of him to do up the button to his jeans. He pat his hip like he would a child or a horse, and a well-fucked Jun is a mellower Jun because he lets it slide with only the barest of protesting grunts.
The rules of dealing for each member Arashi:
1. Aiba gets cranky if the proper balance of attention is not given, at least an hour spread out through the day will usually suffice.
2. Their leader needs to be given his alone time each day- the others must be properly distracted.
3. As stated, breaking Jun takes a lot of patience and stamina.
4. Even Nino needs to cuddle sometimes.
Sho knew them all well.
Pairing: Sakurai Sho x Matsumoto Jun
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jun's upset. Sho knows how to deal.
So, it’s a little more aggressive then usual. Maybe in the morning someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, Sho’s never wondered why it mattered what side of the bed he woke up on, anyways the thing is so tiny the line blurred from which was one side to the next. Not that it mattered at all, or really, because Jun sure isn’t complaining. If anything he seems to enjoy the extra aggression, not that he’s in any position to voice a complaint.
It had been a bright day when he left his apartment right after lunch. Sho scrunched his face up against the overly bright assault on his eyes. He cursed Captain again for making off with his sunglasses –all over again and again each time he found a new pair he liked. He didn’t notice at the time the older man took them because it had been raining and drearily over-cast for weeks now with no sign of letting up. Then comes the first day of sun and only in hindsight did those glasses clipped primly to the front of his shirt seem overly familiar.
While he hadn’t been particularly crabby that morning, he wasn’t quite skipping down the streets humming show-tunes either. Not that Sho knew anything about show tunes.
There was this little café between his apartment, Aiba’s apartment, and the studio. His attendant was named Noriko and she knew his order down to all five sugars Aiba likes in his coffee. She’s not all that pretty, but Sho has endless smiles just for her anyways, because she makes a mean coffee. That morning she wasn’t there, Yumi said softly that she called in sick and that Sho should take care of himself because the flu going around is a nasty one. With a nod of thanks he left the shop.
Aiba complained the entire morning that his coffee wasn’t sweet enough. Captain agreed that once the first coffee is ruined there is no hope left for a good day.
Jun was in a mood that morning. It had Nino in one of his moods. After about an hour Sho was feeling less then friendly towards those two, like a pair of tomcats, seeing which one could scream louder. Hell, if that wasn’t an erotic thought though.
“Do something.” Aiba whined as he poked him in the ribs, sticking out his bottom lip unconsciously mimicking an oversized puppy.
“What?” He snaps back, and well maybe the day hadn’t started bad but it was shaping up to be pretty crappy.
“Make them better.” Aiba frowns, knowing that Sho could do something, because that’s what he does. Captain looks up from his mobile phone and there is a brief if not completely silent exchange between them.
‘Do you want Jun or Nino?’ expressed with a nod of his head and a shrug.
’I’ve got Jun.’ Because everyone knows Captain knows how to handle Nino best; for others there poses a risk of getting their fingers bit. Leaving him to handle Jun and his case of angry-princess-syndrome. Aiba marks the days down in his day planner to see if his monthly theory works out ‘But we all know Jun in a boy, he wouldn’t be in Johnny’s if he wasn’t.’ Ohno pointed out, Aiba and Nino nodded along. ‘But if it looks like chicken, smells like chicken and sounds like chicken- it’s a chicken.’ Is Nino’s reply, followed by another sagely nod from Ohno and a confused look from Aiba.
‘But Jun isn’t a chicken.’
Sho didn’t know why Jun gets his mood swings, or why he had the attitude he did- though he has a few theories about leftover trauma from being a child diva. He does on the other hand have a method for breaking Jun out of these moods- tried, tested and true.
“I’m going to get more coffee.” Aiba says, completely and totally conspicuous despite his efforts to be discreet- given away by his not-so-subtle leer. He leaves in a hurry clutching the sunglasses he swiped from Ohno; which at some point had been Sho’s- they look good on Aiba. Nino catches onto the game pretty quickly, giving Ohno a sly glance; the older man nods back with an impish smile.
“We’re going to have sex now, see you in a bit.” Ohno waves and his fingers lace easily with Nino’s and like magic the two of them are gone. Sho’s a little envious, because that was way to easy, but then so were they. Standing alone in the empty dressing room seems a little silly so he leaves too, on the hunt for his youngest band mate.
Jun was sitting in one of the lounges, his head thrown back over the headrest, the long expanse of his pale neck exposed and just begging to be nibbled, an appetizer even. He has a small face cloth over his eyes playing the part of the migraine-riddled superstar to a fault. Sho locked the door behind them.
“Take off all your clothes.” He snapped, and Jun tensed, his fingers jerking on the armrest, one came up and pulled the cloth away leisurely.
“What?” Jun snapped, his ruby lips forming into an instant look of distain. He’s testing Sho, and instead of offering a smile and a shrug he looked down his nose at the young man.
“You heard me.” Jun visibly shivered. He looked a moment away from arguing again, but Sho didn’t budge. He stood, graceful, still with his face screwed up in an annoyed mask, he began to unbutton his shirt in jerky movements. There was no fanfare and no dramatics for once, and then Jun is staring at him full frontal bratty and stark naked.
“Happy now?” He crossed his arms with a huff.
“Put your hands on the chair and bend over.” He paused, eyes going wide for a moment. He didn’t budge, and Sho ticked his eyebrow. “Now.”
“…” Jun’s ass is pale, almost ivory; his spine is visible through paper-thin skin, the sharp knobs building a stairway that vanishes under dark black hair. Sho pet his sides like he would a cat, running his fingertips over the hills and valleys of Jun’s ribs in long strokes.
“Spread your legs more.” Sho kicked Jun’s feet apart, and he hissed at him looking over his shoulder with a sour look. His knees knock against the floor and he winced- Jun couldn’t see him. The naked man was half-hard, and he poked and prodded until his dick was curving up delicately against his stomach. Then he leaves it there.
“Sho.” Jun snapped, so Sho bit him. He arched his back, fingers digging into the armrest of the chair; Sho has to bite his tongue next to keep from laughing. There are indentations of his teeth on Jun’s rump; it looks nice –cherry red against his ivory skin- and he allowed a brief smile. The other was forced to seethe in silence.
Short blunt nails dug into his skin, and Jun arched again the angle almost to sharp to be human. He pressed a wet kiss to the base of his spine, tonguing the sensitive area and making Jun gasp softly. Flicking his tongue against the skin as he went, but moving so slowly, he could almost feel the tension that sizzled off the other man’s skin. It’s fun to tease Jun because he gets so worked up, he’ll get pissed if you poke him enough times, and his angry-face is something everyone should see at least once- a strange mix adorable and just plain comical.
He teased just the tip of his tongue inside, tensing and relaxing it to stimulate the tight muscle. He pressed in deeper and Jun moaned loudly, wiggling his hips back against the fingers spreading him wide and the tongue spearing him.
‘What a clever tongue on that boy.’ His mother’s friends used to say when he would say something perfectly politely for such a young boy. He was quite sure that Jun would agree with them rather enthusiastically at that.
He hummed, letting the vibrations travel from him to the other man, and Jun’s arms shook with the effort of holding himself up. Curses and pleas mixed together, spilling from Jun’s lips a he chewed them. Pulling back he grinned at the sounds the other man was making. He blew against the wet skin making the other gasp, his spine twisting almost painfully.
“Like that?” Sho blew again and Jun’s entire body quaked. Pulling his cheeks further apart he nibbled on the skin and the other man’s voice echoed in one long wail, Sho’s name riding high on the crescendo. Flattening his tongue and pressing it in deep in a stabbing motion had Jun completely coming apart under his hands, sobbing out his name as his whole body shook.
Finally taking pity on the younger man he backed off, and Jun’s legs and arms simultaneously crumpled, landing him face first into the chair. He heaved, mouth slack and eyes closed, trying to reign himself back in. Pressing his hands against Jun’s neck, cupping his face in both hands, Jun’s eyes fluttered open- he was indeed a very pretty man. He slipped his thumb against his full bottom lip, pressing until it slid in his mouth, warm and slick. His tongue twisted against the pad, worrying along the nail with his teeth.
“Roll over.” Jun arched one eyebrow, and Sho gave him a hard look, reminding him of the fact that Sho was in charge. So he pulled his hand’s from Jun’s face and physically moved him to the position he wanted, on his back with his legs spread over the arm rest of the chair. Jun glared at him, bottom lip sticking out a little in a pout- given the position he had no control over the speed or depth. “Just enjoy.” Sho mumbled against his neck, licking and biting lightly along the pale swan-like column.
“Sho.” He whined, clinging around the older man’s neck as he brought their lips in for a bruising kiss. Ruthlessly his tongue pushed into Sho’s mouth, licked along his teeth, the roof of his mouth, and wiggled against his own tongue, it felt like Jun was trying to devour him through his mouth. Sho wasn’t so opposed to the idea.
A smooth roll of his hips, pressing heat through denim against Jun’s ass causes a low groan from the young man. He bit Sho’s bottom lip, worrying it.
“Fuck me.” He whined, slipping that devilish tongue out to lap into Sho’s mouth in teasing flicks. “Now.”
“When I want to.” Sho hissed, rolling his hips up again, and knowing full well that the denim has to be rough against his skin. “I might change my mind if you beg.” Jun gave him that bitchy look, all to clearly stating that the battle lines have been drawn.
Fine enough, that’s what he was trying to do.
Wiggling an arm free of Jun’s octopus-like grip he searched his pocket for the lube and condoms he stored there just for this occasion. With ease that was born of a lot of practice he smeared the jelly on his fingers and wasted no time in slipping two up into Jun’s body.
“Oh.” Jun moaned, his fingers flexing against the armrest, nails digging deep into the fabric and padding. Without pause he slipped them out, then back in, setting up a rough pattern, and all Jun could do was take the fingers. Sho knew it wouldn’t be enough, while two fingers was a pleasant burn, it didn’t stretch and fill like his cock would- and Jun wanted that. He wasn’t planning on giving it to him until he begged for it, just teasing him into a frenzied state.
He resumed the sloppy kisses, licking at Jun’s mouth until he let him in. Fucking his mouth with his tongue, emulating what he could be doing, and what he wasn’t. Fingernails dug into his shoulders, pushing him away.
“Stop teasing me.” Jun hissed at him, digging in his nails even harder.
“Beg.” It was a battle of wills; he could see Jun cracking under his eyes. He was strung out, riddled with pleasure, and left wanting. “Come on. Beg for me.”
“Noooo.”
Sho pulled his fingers free and pressed just the tip in, over and over he did this, worrying the skin and making the already sensitive muscles clench.
“Oh god, just do it. Fuck me please!” Sho pressed in close moving his hands away completely to run them over Jun’s chest, where he flicked the tawny nipples.
“What was that?” Jun hissed at him, chewing at his lips.
“I said, please. Please fuck me hard.” He looked up at Sho, biting his lips raw and tossing his head side to side like a racehorse.
“Okay, okay, relax, I’ve got you.”
“About fucking time.” Jun bit out. Sho peeled his jeans off quickly, and rolled the condom down even quicker –he was way past ready to launch. He smeared the slick gel all down his dick, spreading it with one hand and gripping the chair with the other.
“Ready?”
“Yes.” Jun might have rolled his eyes, but it was lost to a low moan as Sho slid inside him, one steady roll of hi hips until he was seated deep in the younger man. He hung his head low, trying to keep the tighthotsofuckinggood heat from swallowing him whole. “Please.” Jun sobbed, bringing his hands up to lace behind Sho’s neck, digging his long fingers into Sho’s hair.
There wasn’t much of a pause to adjust, and later Sho might worry that he hurt Jun, but in that moment he was much to interested in ending their teasing game. The harsh slap of his thighs and Jun’s bare bottom filled the room hot and heavy with panting breaths and Jun’s inarticulate cries.
He was rough, which was the Vanity Fair between them, but usually he had more care for Jun’s condition; he still needed to be functional after this. Snapping his hips forward driving in so deep, and Jun’s prone positioning leaving him completely at Sho’s mercy. The kid was flexible; his legs didn’t seem to be bothering him, nor the fact that Sho was trying his best to snap him in half. For it all, Jun moaned, loud and wonton as he urged Sho on verbally to go faster, harder, deeper, oh fucking god; just like that.
Sho swore that every one of Jun’s inner muscles was trying to end this for him, clenching in a perfect mixture of pressure and friction, picking at the seams holding him together. Grunting with exertion, he leaned down for a sloppy wet kiss, feeling Jun’s teeth more then his tongue, and most likely bruising their lips to match. When he pulled back, he could feel Jun’s knuckles brushing against his stomach as Jun jerked himself off. The angle was awkward, but Jun was nothing if not capable.
“Good boy.” Sho panted, and pushed Jun’s sweaty hair from his forehead, so he could press a quick kiss there. Had it been Aiba, he would have nodded almost desperately, whimpering Yes, yes Aiba is your good boy, please more. Jun, of course, didn’t respond with words but his nails dug in; leaving burning trails down his chest.
It couldn’t last much longer, and from the flushed look on Jun’s face, colour rising high on his flawless cheekbones, it wouldn’t be long for him either. Orgasm seemed to hit Jun in waves, creeping up on him slow and steady, not hard and fast like Ohno. First his eyes would fall shut, then his nose would scrunch up, and he would start to lock up.
Against popular belief, Jun was rather silent in bed; emitting only a soft groaning noise while he tossed his head, warm splashes of his semen hitting their stomachs. Sho is louder, snapping his hips so he’s pressed so deep as it washes through him, electrifying his senses and leaving him spent. He used Jun to prop himself up on legs that shook and the other made a soft annoyed noise.
“Off.”
“One last kiss.” He leaned in and stole a soft kiss from unresisting lips, ending it with only the briefest of touches from the tip of his tongue- Jun’s hips must be getting sore by now.
They both wince as the youngest eases his legs down, grunting as he tries to sit up straight when his entire lower body protests the movement.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah.” Jun frowned, so Sho bends down and gives him another sweet kiss, saying without words, ‘I’m sorry’ because if he did say that Jun would scoff at him, brushing off any injury. This way he would accept it, as further apology Sho helped him dress, kneeling in front of him to do up the button to his jeans. He pat his hip like he would a child or a horse, and a well-fucked Jun is a mellower Jun because he lets it slide with only the barest of protesting grunts.
The rules of dealing for each member Arashi:
1. Aiba gets cranky if the proper balance of attention is not given, at least an hour spread out through the day will usually suffice.
2. Their leader needs to be given his alone time each day- the others must be properly distracted.
3. As stated, breaking Jun takes a lot of patience and stamina.
4. Even Nino needs to cuddle sometimes.
Sho knew them all well.
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Date: 2007-07-19 03:32 am (UTC)(^_-)
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Date: 2007-07-19 05:53 am (UTC)I can't seem to not see him like that since I watched Tokyo Tower and he pulls of the bitch-face so perfectly!
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Date: 2007-07-19 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-29 06:56 am (UTC)Yes, yes Aiba is your good boy, please more
omg, i want this too!
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Date: 2007-07-30 05:31 am (UTC)You're welcome, even if it wasn't remotely near what I wanted =/
Group love, is what Arashi is MADE of! **nods** Only orgies and happiness for them!!
Thanks for the comment.
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Date: 2007-08-03 02:08 pm (UTC)OMG.YES.
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Date: 2007-08-04 08:22 pm (UTC)I am magical and can see that it's going to be your birthday! (It was written as a birthday present to myself XD)
Thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2007-08-05 04:30 am (UTC)you're just teh AWESOMENESS.
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Date: 2007-08-05 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-06 12:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-21 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-21 06:19 pm (UTC)Double glad you think it's hot =D
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Date: 2009-05-13 10:23 pm (UTC)wow. that was hot.
and now my brain is properly melted.
<3<3<3
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Date: 2010-09-07 04:32 pm (UTC)