Other Feminist Ideals 1/1
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Other Feminist Ideals
Pairing: Junno/Massu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Massu and Junno have a bit of fun. Also known as 'In which Massu rebels against long-last lipstick.
Warning: Beyond this point there are heels, bunny ears, and two guys having sex. Consider yourself warned.
Massu felt sexy, it wasn’t something he could explain with any other choice of words. He loved clothes because it was a way for him to show a little on the outside what went on inside his head. He could be flashy when he felt free, and he could look edgy when inside the emotions rolled and tossed. He could be cute when the birds sang and the sun shone. Here and now, he looked sexy, he felt sexy and when Junno looked at him like that he knew he was sexy, he was seeing himself in the other man’s eyes.
Junno was smiling still, but it was a predator’s smile all shark-teeth and banked hunger; and maybe a better comparison would be a fox, to match Junno’s beauty and humour. Something in the canine family, often over-looked because of their image but with fangs and claws and the same killer instinct as the wolf. Most of all a cunning mind that held him separate from the others and in a class all of his own.
All of which, while terribly fitting was a completely useless thought. Massu’s headband slid when he tossed his head but it didn’t fall, the weight of the ears on his head just one more reminder of his situation. When him and Junno had started this, sort of not quite wait what are we doing?, thing, he didn’t have the foggiest idea of the depths to which the other man would drag him. Everything was fine when they were playing video games and sitting too close to each other, laughing and sharing take out as they discussed the cut-throat world of idols and scandals and everything in between. Massu liked that Junno could talk and fill in all the space he left when he didn’t speak and didn’t feel the need to comment on it constantly. It was actually startling how well they managed to fit together, like something out of a drama; red strings and other silly notions. He probably should have known better; there was always something more than face value, but Massu had always been a little too naive.
The first time had been a little more innocent, Junno had kept his clothes on and fucked him and there was just something about that act that had left Massu coming everywhere and almost sobbing with the pressure of it exploding through his body like fire crackers. They didn’t talk about it of course, the next time they did it with Massu’s shirt on, it ended up in the wash, come staining the purple fabric dark where it had ridden up to expose his tummy. It worked in reverse too, in fact Junno was the first one to don a costume and take it. While part of Massu had freaked right out (completely bat-shit, get me a double scotch oh fuck, I’m a pervert) the rest of him had been on board and Junno’s legs were endless in stockings and his dick took over where his brain left off and that was that.
“You’re so pretty.” Junno said, and when his voice went all raspy it made Massu break out in goose-flesh ever damn time, no matter where they were. He ran his hand along the bare line of Massu’s strong shoulders, following the curve down to his biceps. The corset was only lightly ribbed, and made of some silky material that felt like luxury and money and since it was a gift he didn’t have to think about how much it cost just to get their rocks off. It fit around his waist and cinched it in a little, it made it a little more difficult to breathe when he needed to sit, but kneeling like this it was okay. The corset stopped just under his nipples and Junno would reach down occasionally to press the lace edge against the darkness of his nipple and rub. “Here, touch me please?” Junno’s eyes were huge and dark behind the fan of his lashes, Massu shivered and leaned forward.
The panties that matched the corset weren’t made to accommodate his dick at all and when it got hard, obviously kneeling with his heels poking him in the ass just below the bunny tail clipped there staring at Junno’s far too pretty cock rising out of the folds of his silky pants it was, the head poked out of the lace held tight against his abdomen by the elasticity. They’d left out the tights because last time they’d ripped them, Junno had whispered against his ear filthy secrets about garters and stockings. Junno’s legs were fucking made for them, and the thought made him pant.
His fingers were hot and sweaty under the black gloves that matched his bow-tie, and it felt so strange, knowing that Junno’s skin was smooth as velvet and hot enough to burn but unable to really feel it. Sense memory and pure sensation blending somewhere between his brain and his hands and Junno’s low breathy sounds and he played with his balls was making him hot. He rolled the softness of them between his fingers, taking one in his mouth and sucking on it gently. Junno jerked under him, and Massu held him down, not watching to catch his teeth on anything too important. Besides he liked doing this too much for Junno to go and get in the way. He fucking loved leaving lipstick prints everywhere, it was like possession and ownership and probably one step up from writing ‘this cock is mine’ on him, and Massu switched to sucking the other one, tasting the faint chemical and oily tang of it in his mouth as he was unable to stop the drool from running down his chin. He must look a right mess.
He hummed and Junno made this sound that was close enough to a squeal that Massu couldn’t help but be amused. One hand hit the ears and he pinched his thigh in return, the ears were a no-fly zone. One long fingered hand curled into the longer bits of his hair on the back of his head and Massu smiled. “Yeah?” He asked as he looked up the lazy sprawl of Junno’s body, against the paisley of the chair, the darkness of his suit contrasted sharply with the smooth paleness of his skin and the glow of his hair. The other man grinned at him, eyes dazed and unfocused, running over his face and shoulders like he couldn’t not, and stuttering on the ears perched delicately on top of his head.
“So hot.” Junno moaned, “like you don’t even know.”
“Oh I know.” Massu smirked, and ducked his head, lifting Junno’s dick to lips and sliding forward like he was going to kiss it. It was a carefully calculated move, with his head tilted just enough that Junno could watch too and he wasn’t wrong, the cock in his hand jumped and the other man hummed low in his throat. Instead of placing a kiss there he let it touch his lips then slide past, keeping his teeth out of play, and stopped when he had it comfortably cradled against his tongue. Like this he could only fit a little in his mouth, not that he couldn’t take the rest but then it would be over to fast and he didn’t bother to do his hair to dick around (well… that was a Junno-worthy pun, it was too bad he had to keep it to himself), and so he curled his tongue along the bottom and sucked.
“Fuck Massu.” Junno whined, actually whined, and Massu grinned, the one with the heels is the one with the power. If he had his way he’d be leaving lipstick rings around his dick, and so he sucked a little harder concentrating on trying to twist his tongue up and against that sensitive little bundle of nerves just under the head. Junno jerked in his mouth, and Massu had to work to swallow the excess saliva and tiny splash of bitterness that hit his throat. Pulling back a little more, he had to pin Junno’s hips when they tried to follow the heat of his mouth, gave him a little more leverage and he could rub his tongue against the softness of the head. Roundness in his mouth like a lollie-pop, and he tongued the little slit, pressing at it relentlessly until it gave him more. By this point Junno was babbling, words spilling and tripping over his pretty bitten lips in scattered syllables, he’d always been more than a little weak for blowjobs. “Massu.”
He grinned the best he could around a mouthful and hummed deep in his chest, letting the vibrations travel along his tongue and Junno was pulling at his hair just the way he liked. When he bumped into the ears again Massu pinched his hip and Junno groaned, past the point where it was a punishment and in that grey zone just before orgasm rips your innards to threads where sensation was sensation and it didn’t matter anymore. He decided playtime was over for the time being, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t get it up again soon enough anyways.
Removing his hands he relocated them to his own aching dick, pressing on it with the heel of his palm almost hurt and it was sharpness singing through his veins and lighting up nerves in completely random patterns all over his body. Getting the message Junno slide his hands from Massu’s hair, one circling the base of his own dick, holding it steady and the other holding Massu’s head steady as he thrust his hips up. Junno’s cock was the perfect shape for fucking his mouth, the curve of it riding his throat sweetly, forcing its way deeper and deeper until Massu was helpless to do anything but take it and try desperately to breathe through it. He knew he was drooling but couldn’t stop it, knew because Junno’s fingers were sliding wetly through the mess and pressing against his lips, his cheek, everywhere along Massu’s jaw.
“Almost.” Junno hissed and Massu hummed in acknowledgement, fucking his mouth like this it never did take long. It was probably for the best, his lips were sore, and his jaw ached. “Now.”
Massu sat back when Junno pulled back, and he tilted his head up, watching Junno’s face through narrowed eyes, ignoring the movement of his hand over his dick in his peripheral vision. It landed across his cheek and in his bangs dripping down into the slope of his nose. Massu grinned, great aim. Junno’s face was totally wrecked when he came; slack mouth and eyes pressed tightly shut, whimpering as he shivered and shook his dick pulsing in thick spurts. Massu pressed down hard on his own trapped erection and he was just a few strokes shy of his own orgasm.
“Come up here.”
“Alright.” Massu shifted, his knees had gone numb and he managed not to scratch himself on the sharp ends of his heels as he used Junno’s knees as a prop to lift himself on legs that wobbled.
“Here.” Junno patted his lap, zipping up his pants after carefully tucking himself away, were those lipstick mark’s he’d seen? It was hard to tell with all the mess down there. Massu slithered into his lap with all the grace his tingling legs would allow. He was kneeling again but this time on Junno’s lap, and he dipped his head graciously to allow the soft wet tongue that flicked up his nose. The sensation was shivery and Massu moaned a little, Junno’s hands finding their way to his ass and rubbing the lace there against his skin. He continued to lap up the mess he’d made with long sweeps of his tongue and Massu pressed up against the wetness and back against the Junno’s hands on his ass. When he was clean enough Junno kissed him and his tongue was thick with semen, Massu chasing the taste that should have been his in the first place. With one hand, Junno pressed the lace against his hole and Massu squealed, grinding his hips back against the sensation and forwards where Junno was rubbing at the exposed head of his cock.
“Are you close?” He breathed against Massu mouth and he nodded while trying to kiss him, lips smearing all over Junno’s face. He’d never been more stupidly excited about Junno’s ambidexterity before. “Good.”
With Massu’s help he managed to pull the panties down, he missed the scraping, mind numbing sensation of Junno trying to press the lace into him, but he got a hand on his penis and that was good any day. It wouldn’t take long, what with Junno’s knowing touch and the scrape of panties still wrapped around his balls. There was also the illicit thrill of his diminished oxygen supply from his chest being restricted, and that made his pulse pound even harder. He couldn’t be expect to hold out and when Junno rubbed hard at the underside of his dick with his thumb Massu saw stars and jerked, his orgasm rushing along his spine and simmering just there.
“Come.” Junno hissed against his mouth and Massu almost sobbed, everything rushing out of him too fast and too harsh. It went on forever, until it was almost painful, little jerks wracking his whole body and Junno didn’t spare him a moment of it. Then it was finally over and he melted into a puddle against the other man’s chest. Junno huffed. His chin was a mess of smudged red lipstick and it made him look a little crazy.
“Your ears are poking me in the face.”
~~
“You look happy.” Tego hummed and Massu grinned, it was a yellow sweater day.
Pairing: Junno/Massu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Massu and Junno have a bit of fun. Also known as 'In which Massu rebels against long-last lipstick.
Warning: Beyond this point there are heels, bunny ears, and two guys having sex. Consider yourself warned.
Massu felt sexy, it wasn’t something he could explain with any other choice of words. He loved clothes because it was a way for him to show a little on the outside what went on inside his head. He could be flashy when he felt free, and he could look edgy when inside the emotions rolled and tossed. He could be cute when the birds sang and the sun shone. Here and now, he looked sexy, he felt sexy and when Junno looked at him like that he knew he was sexy, he was seeing himself in the other man’s eyes.
Junno was smiling still, but it was a predator’s smile all shark-teeth and banked hunger; and maybe a better comparison would be a fox, to match Junno’s beauty and humour. Something in the canine family, often over-looked because of their image but with fangs and claws and the same killer instinct as the wolf. Most of all a cunning mind that held him separate from the others and in a class all of his own.
All of which, while terribly fitting was a completely useless thought. Massu’s headband slid when he tossed his head but it didn’t fall, the weight of the ears on his head just one more reminder of his situation. When him and Junno had started this, sort of not quite wait what are we doing?, thing, he didn’t have the foggiest idea of the depths to which the other man would drag him. Everything was fine when they were playing video games and sitting too close to each other, laughing and sharing take out as they discussed the cut-throat world of idols and scandals and everything in between. Massu liked that Junno could talk and fill in all the space he left when he didn’t speak and didn’t feel the need to comment on it constantly. It was actually startling how well they managed to fit together, like something out of a drama; red strings and other silly notions. He probably should have known better; there was always something more than face value, but Massu had always been a little too naive.
The first time had been a little more innocent, Junno had kept his clothes on and fucked him and there was just something about that act that had left Massu coming everywhere and almost sobbing with the pressure of it exploding through his body like fire crackers. They didn’t talk about it of course, the next time they did it with Massu’s shirt on, it ended up in the wash, come staining the purple fabric dark where it had ridden up to expose his tummy. It worked in reverse too, in fact Junno was the first one to don a costume and take it. While part of Massu had freaked right out (completely bat-shit, get me a double scotch oh fuck, I’m a pervert) the rest of him had been on board and Junno’s legs were endless in stockings and his dick took over where his brain left off and that was that.
“You’re so pretty.” Junno said, and when his voice went all raspy it made Massu break out in goose-flesh ever damn time, no matter where they were. He ran his hand along the bare line of Massu’s strong shoulders, following the curve down to his biceps. The corset was only lightly ribbed, and made of some silky material that felt like luxury and money and since it was a gift he didn’t have to think about how much it cost just to get their rocks off. It fit around his waist and cinched it in a little, it made it a little more difficult to breathe when he needed to sit, but kneeling like this it was okay. The corset stopped just under his nipples and Junno would reach down occasionally to press the lace edge against the darkness of his nipple and rub. “Here, touch me please?” Junno’s eyes were huge and dark behind the fan of his lashes, Massu shivered and leaned forward.
The panties that matched the corset weren’t made to accommodate his dick at all and when it got hard, obviously kneeling with his heels poking him in the ass just below the bunny tail clipped there staring at Junno’s far too pretty cock rising out of the folds of his silky pants it was, the head poked out of the lace held tight against his abdomen by the elasticity. They’d left out the tights because last time they’d ripped them, Junno had whispered against his ear filthy secrets about garters and stockings. Junno’s legs were fucking made for them, and the thought made him pant.
His fingers were hot and sweaty under the black gloves that matched his bow-tie, and it felt so strange, knowing that Junno’s skin was smooth as velvet and hot enough to burn but unable to really feel it. Sense memory and pure sensation blending somewhere between his brain and his hands and Junno’s low breathy sounds and he played with his balls was making him hot. He rolled the softness of them between his fingers, taking one in his mouth and sucking on it gently. Junno jerked under him, and Massu held him down, not watching to catch his teeth on anything too important. Besides he liked doing this too much for Junno to go and get in the way. He fucking loved leaving lipstick prints everywhere, it was like possession and ownership and probably one step up from writing ‘this cock is mine’ on him, and Massu switched to sucking the other one, tasting the faint chemical and oily tang of it in his mouth as he was unable to stop the drool from running down his chin. He must look a right mess.
He hummed and Junno made this sound that was close enough to a squeal that Massu couldn’t help but be amused. One hand hit the ears and he pinched his thigh in return, the ears were a no-fly zone. One long fingered hand curled into the longer bits of his hair on the back of his head and Massu smiled. “Yeah?” He asked as he looked up the lazy sprawl of Junno’s body, against the paisley of the chair, the darkness of his suit contrasted sharply with the smooth paleness of his skin and the glow of his hair. The other man grinned at him, eyes dazed and unfocused, running over his face and shoulders like he couldn’t not, and stuttering on the ears perched delicately on top of his head.
“So hot.” Junno moaned, “like you don’t even know.”
“Oh I know.” Massu smirked, and ducked his head, lifting Junno’s dick to lips and sliding forward like he was going to kiss it. It was a carefully calculated move, with his head tilted just enough that Junno could watch too and he wasn’t wrong, the cock in his hand jumped and the other man hummed low in his throat. Instead of placing a kiss there he let it touch his lips then slide past, keeping his teeth out of play, and stopped when he had it comfortably cradled against his tongue. Like this he could only fit a little in his mouth, not that he couldn’t take the rest but then it would be over to fast and he didn’t bother to do his hair to dick around (well… that was a Junno-worthy pun, it was too bad he had to keep it to himself), and so he curled his tongue along the bottom and sucked.
“Fuck Massu.” Junno whined, actually whined, and Massu grinned, the one with the heels is the one with the power. If he had his way he’d be leaving lipstick rings around his dick, and so he sucked a little harder concentrating on trying to twist his tongue up and against that sensitive little bundle of nerves just under the head. Junno jerked in his mouth, and Massu had to work to swallow the excess saliva and tiny splash of bitterness that hit his throat. Pulling back a little more, he had to pin Junno’s hips when they tried to follow the heat of his mouth, gave him a little more leverage and he could rub his tongue against the softness of the head. Roundness in his mouth like a lollie-pop, and he tongued the little slit, pressing at it relentlessly until it gave him more. By this point Junno was babbling, words spilling and tripping over his pretty bitten lips in scattered syllables, he’d always been more than a little weak for blowjobs. “Massu.”
He grinned the best he could around a mouthful and hummed deep in his chest, letting the vibrations travel along his tongue and Junno was pulling at his hair just the way he liked. When he bumped into the ears again Massu pinched his hip and Junno groaned, past the point where it was a punishment and in that grey zone just before orgasm rips your innards to threads where sensation was sensation and it didn’t matter anymore. He decided playtime was over for the time being, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t get it up again soon enough anyways.
Removing his hands he relocated them to his own aching dick, pressing on it with the heel of his palm almost hurt and it was sharpness singing through his veins and lighting up nerves in completely random patterns all over his body. Getting the message Junno slide his hands from Massu’s hair, one circling the base of his own dick, holding it steady and the other holding Massu’s head steady as he thrust his hips up. Junno’s cock was the perfect shape for fucking his mouth, the curve of it riding his throat sweetly, forcing its way deeper and deeper until Massu was helpless to do anything but take it and try desperately to breathe through it. He knew he was drooling but couldn’t stop it, knew because Junno’s fingers were sliding wetly through the mess and pressing against his lips, his cheek, everywhere along Massu’s jaw.
“Almost.” Junno hissed and Massu hummed in acknowledgement, fucking his mouth like this it never did take long. It was probably for the best, his lips were sore, and his jaw ached. “Now.”
Massu sat back when Junno pulled back, and he tilted his head up, watching Junno’s face through narrowed eyes, ignoring the movement of his hand over his dick in his peripheral vision. It landed across his cheek and in his bangs dripping down into the slope of his nose. Massu grinned, great aim. Junno’s face was totally wrecked when he came; slack mouth and eyes pressed tightly shut, whimpering as he shivered and shook his dick pulsing in thick spurts. Massu pressed down hard on his own trapped erection and he was just a few strokes shy of his own orgasm.
“Come up here.”
“Alright.” Massu shifted, his knees had gone numb and he managed not to scratch himself on the sharp ends of his heels as he used Junno’s knees as a prop to lift himself on legs that wobbled.
“Here.” Junno patted his lap, zipping up his pants after carefully tucking himself away, were those lipstick mark’s he’d seen? It was hard to tell with all the mess down there. Massu slithered into his lap with all the grace his tingling legs would allow. He was kneeling again but this time on Junno’s lap, and he dipped his head graciously to allow the soft wet tongue that flicked up his nose. The sensation was shivery and Massu moaned a little, Junno’s hands finding their way to his ass and rubbing the lace there against his skin. He continued to lap up the mess he’d made with long sweeps of his tongue and Massu pressed up against the wetness and back against the Junno’s hands on his ass. When he was clean enough Junno kissed him and his tongue was thick with semen, Massu chasing the taste that should have been his in the first place. With one hand, Junno pressed the lace against his hole and Massu squealed, grinding his hips back against the sensation and forwards where Junno was rubbing at the exposed head of his cock.
“Are you close?” He breathed against Massu mouth and he nodded while trying to kiss him, lips smearing all over Junno’s face. He’d never been more stupidly excited about Junno’s ambidexterity before. “Good.”
With Massu’s help he managed to pull the panties down, he missed the scraping, mind numbing sensation of Junno trying to press the lace into him, but he got a hand on his penis and that was good any day. It wouldn’t take long, what with Junno’s knowing touch and the scrape of panties still wrapped around his balls. There was also the illicit thrill of his diminished oxygen supply from his chest being restricted, and that made his pulse pound even harder. He couldn’t be expect to hold out and when Junno rubbed hard at the underside of his dick with his thumb Massu saw stars and jerked, his orgasm rushing along his spine and simmering just there.
“Come.” Junno hissed against his mouth and Massu almost sobbed, everything rushing out of him too fast and too harsh. It went on forever, until it was almost painful, little jerks wracking his whole body and Junno didn’t spare him a moment of it. Then it was finally over and he melted into a puddle against the other man’s chest. Junno huffed. His chin was a mess of smudged red lipstick and it made him look a little crazy.
“Your ears are poking me in the face.”
~~
“You look happy.” Tego hummed and Massu grinned, it was a yellow sweater day.
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Date: 2010-01-14 04:47 pm (UTC)this was srsly awesome!!!!
Last sentence made me LOL XD
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Date: 2010-01-16 02:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-14 07:21 pm (UTC)omg that was just so perfect. i love how you gave us an insight into how this kind of relationship developed between them. and you already know how much i love it when they get it in the face. *_*
WRITE PORN FOREVER. ♥
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Date: 2010-01-16 02:16 am (UTC)I thought of you when that was done, lol. So I am glad you liked it :D
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Date: 2010-01-14 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-16 02:17 am (UTC)OP Here~
Date: 2010-01-15 12:54 am (UTC)Seriously, thank you for writing this. It made my week. ♥♥♥
Re: OP Here~
Date: 2010-01-16 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-15 02:49 am (UTC)ILUSM Kari~~.
♥
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Date: 2010-01-16 02:18 am (UTC)And yes, stockings, and JUNNO, can't go wrong.
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Date: 2010-02-26 04:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-07 08:25 pm (UTC)Thank you for the comment!
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Date: 2010-03-28 05:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-28 05:18 am (UTC)I am very glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2010-06-29 03:08 am (UTC)Massu in panties with lipstick and Junno in stockings!!! *fans self* Thank you for this!
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Date: 2010-06-29 01:37 pm (UTC)Thank you for the comment I am glad you enjoyed it.