Arashi/Massu 1/1
Feb. 15th, 2010 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoozing_kittenTitle: It’s the Eye of the Tiger (rising up to the challenge of our rival)
Pairing: Arashi/Massu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Gang-bang
Summary: Massu celebrates all things tiger with Arashi.
Notes: Because you know Foreigner is Massu’s theme music. Year of the tiger; Massu is a tiger.
Massu spent the New Year watching fireworks and eating cakes with his family, fully aware of every calorie that passed his lips with a scary sort of accuracy. He was also well aware of how much running would be needed to balance this latest excursion, but his mom always beamed when he ate the things she made, and he liked cake. No one had ever told him being an idol would be easy, and this was his personal sacrifice.
He enjoyed it to the most his heart could manage.
He spent the day after with a sugar hang over and Nino. Which in itself wasn’t too weird, Nino hated running with him, but he always went, bitched through the whole thing but Massu was pretty sure he was just blowing steam. Of course brining Nino with him meant he would need to slow down a little, but it gave him a little more space to think, the movement of footfalls and each jar of his leg muscles as he landed a step and pushed off for the next. Some times it felt like combustion and others it just felt good. Today he thought of calories and cake, of money and sweaters and Nino bitching between laboured breathing just too his left. It was catch and release, and he tossed a grin over his shoulder at the older man.
“Gonna sprint the last bit.”
“Go for it.” Nino managed to scowl, he was wearing a quickly sweat-stained sweater, his hair all messy and his cheeks flushed from the exercise. “I’ll meet you later.”
“Okay.” Massu took a last deep breath and then he was leaving Nino in his dust, sprinting and flying across the cold ground. February 15th looked like it might bring some flurrying snow, if not just another miserable day, but when he heart was beating so fast he couldn’t feel the cold only a sense of all-over warmth and an adrenal response that made everything sing.
He made it home and threw his sweaty things in the hamper and stretched his arms and legs out, revelling in being naked and sweaty, by all reasons it should be cold, but his skin was hot to the touch and he was smiling. Another run like that and everything should be back on track. Proper balance in exercise and intake was important. Everything came down to balance, like running or dancing, balance on his feet and in his mind. He showered quickly and blow dried his hair into a mess on his head because he could.
He had a light snack for breakfast picking out the low-cal option as his counter-weight to last night. His mobile rang where it was still on the counter where he’d plugged it in the night before. ‘Matsujun wants to celebrate, come over to his place for dinner.’ It was from Nino. Massu grinned and flipped his phone shut. Looks like he found a way to work off the rest of the calories. His mom asked him what he was smiling about and he told her he was going to go out for dinner with some friends.
“That’s nice honey.” She smiled and Massu didn’t feel the least bit bad, he wasn’t technically lying. He’d probably learned that trick from Tegoshi or Ryo, he hadn’t been able to lie before he met them. Half-truths got him further with people then any blatant lie ever could.
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Jun liked to pet his hair, it was probably weird, but it felt so good and it was those times that he really understood the merits of being a cat. They hadn’t eaten dinner yet, it was just him and Jun here for the moment, and if no one else brought take out then they’d probably skip it and snack later. Jun was the one who taught him how the count the calories that mattered, even if Massu thought that he kept his own way too tight. ‘Some people just like me that way.’ Jun replied and Massu had never heard anything so sad. Besides Jun actually didn’t even like to cook, Sho couldn’t, Nino and Aiba could but depended heavily on their mood and Ohno was still a bit unknown, no one was willing to risk their kitchen testing it. Ohno seemed happier that way.
Right now he was gloriously naked again, the cool cotton of Jun’s sheets against his naked ass felt taboo and comforting at the same time. Jun kept his pants, but it only accented how small his waist was and as much as it distressed Massu he couldn’t keep his fingers off it. Needed to map the ribs he could feel with his fingertips. Jun huffed a laugh under his breath and Massu grinned, sitting back on the heels and regarding the other man.
“You look tired.” Massu leaned forward to whisper against the sharp curve of his collar bone and Jun pushed his chest into the touch, both of his hand relocating to Massu’s hair, petting it back from his face in long smooth motions. With the pointed tip of his tongue he tasted the dip of Jun’s shoulder, the wiry muscle there and the tang of chemicals on his tongue and in his nose when he was pressed too close to the other man’s milky skin. Jun shifted so he was leaning back against the headboard with his long long long legs spread on the bed and that reckless smile on his pink lips. Massu crawled into his lap and kissed the tiny dark spot under his lip the way he’d seen the rest of Arashi do before. Jun smiled and he felt it against his nose.
“I was out late last night.” The words were practically whispered against his face and Massu nodded slightly, because Jun obviously could feel the motion in all the places they were connected.
“It was new years.” Massu agreed, the fireworks had been great, huge flowers blooming against the stars and he watched them every year he could manage too. Once he’d watched them with NewS and hadn’t even really felt all that homesick.
“Here, lift up.” Massu lifted onto his knees moving his hands from the sides of Jun’s face to the wall above the head board. He watched through narrowed eyes as Jun slid his way down the bed wiggling in the narrow space between Massu’s thighs until he was face-to-face so to speak with his rapidly filling dick. Twisting his spine so he could watch better Massu left both hands on the wall and simply waited for what the other man wanted to do with him. “Tonight is going to be special.” Jun spoke to the dark place where his leg met his body and Massu shuddered almost violently, muscles tensing and releasing all down his back.
“Jun.” He let his head hand between his arms and Jun managed to tilt his head back enough to smile at him, lips obviously wet where he must have licked them.
“Just enjoy.”
That he could do. Jun had these fucking lips, almost like fish lips but infinitely hotter, all the heat of the sun in his mouth and molten lava in the hot wet licks of his tongue. Massu groaned low in his throat, watching the head of his dick stretching the other man’s mouth. Heat fizzled through his body, starting in the heat and suction, and oh god, silky tightness of Jun’s throat and spreading up through his toes and down from his ears.
Jun pulled back with almost harsh suction and Massu shuddered, the pull on the sensitive skin was exquisite. Through narrowed eyes he watched, the tightening of his own stomach muscles the twitched of aborted movement from his hips, the obscene shine on his lips. Jun let his head fall back on the pillows, leaving just the head caught between his lips, tongue working against the bundle of nerves just under the crown. Insistent hands on his ass finally made him understand, no longer holding back but instead letting him set the pace. The popular belief was that Jun hadn’t been born with a gag reflex, and it has served him well. Massu’s moan echoed in the otherwise empty bedroom loud against his own ears, shallow movements rocking him in and out of Jun’s slack mouth.
Hands braced on the wall he let the little pulses rock with him, heart thundering loudly in his ears like the crash of waves in his skull. Pressure and heat and his balls tightening, Jun’s long-fingered hands on his ass and pulling him closer and deeper and he was fucking his throat Jun’s nose bumping his tummy. Then stomach was tightening and the thighs he was bracing himself on too. His arms shivered with the constant tightening. Oh, this was going to be a big one, he let one hand drop to Jun’s face, brushing against his temples.
“Soon.” He hissed and Jun hummed his understanding. It felt good and instead of trying to hold on, this day was for him wasn’t it? He let go. It shivered through him building up pressure until he thought he was going to burst. Then he did, toes curling against the sheets and back bowing, with a low whine he pumped his dick keeping as much as he could in Jun’s mouth without worrying about choking him by accident. Jun took it like a pro, hands holding onto his thighs and humming like he’d been waiting for it.
When the sharp rush was over Massu let his head hit the wall next and his breath came out in as many unsteady, almost stuttering, rushes. “Fuck.” He grinned. “You’re too good at that.”
“Ha.” Jun croaked and Massu rolled out of the way, barely managing not to hit Jun with his knees.
Sated, he curled up in Jun’s large bed. Jun rolled onto his side to look at him, sharp cheeks and big eyes.
“Nap for a bit, everyone should be here soon. You’ll need it.” Jun smiled at him, low and lazy.
That sounded like a good idea. He closed his eyes and let himself sleep.
Massu woke up to someone poking his shoulder, eyes narrowed against the lighting he was met with Nino’s impish smile.
“Did you bring anything to eat?” Massu murmured softly.
“Yep, we’ve got Chinese for later.” Nino poked his shoulder next and Massu obligingly rolled onto his back. “Everyone is here now, it is almost time to start the party.” Nino’s grin was filled with every dirty promise that Massu had ever seen before. The sight of it sent a fission of heat go down his spine.
“Party?”
“Happy New Years.” Nino poked him in the stomach this time and Massu twisted away from the ticklish sensation. “It’s your party, you brat.”
“Jun started without you guys.” Massu said with a quiet mocking tone and Nino nodded sagely.
“We’ll get him back later.” Massu didn’t doubt that. Small hands skimmed up his legs, tickling the hairs in their wake and then pressing down harder so the sensation was more erotic and less tingly. Massu let himself go limp under Nino’s hands. Nails scraped at the soft skin on the back of his knees and Massu hissed, letting his legs fall open.
“Feels nice.” Felt more than nice really and he could feel the slow lazy pulses of his dick filling and getting heavy. Nino’s hands on him usually elicited that response no matter the circumstance which got sort of embarrassing sometimes.
“Here, spread a little more.” Can’t argue with a suggestion like that. Nino knew just what to do, where to press his fingers to make pleasure surge through his body. His nerves twitched, as if his whole body wanted to twine up and around those two little hands. The edges of Nino’s button-down shirt tickled his knees when he leaned over Massu’s naked legs.
“What are you doing?” Lifting himself onto his elbows Massu watched as Nino shifted up onto his knees and dug around in his pockets.
“Setting up for the party.”
With that he took the head of Massu’s cock in his mouth, and wasn’t that like an indirect kiss with Jun? Narrow lips smirking around his dick, and Nino’s gleaming eyes meeting his. He was hardening so fast that it almost physically hurt, thickening and pulsing quickly. He curled his toes into the bedding and Nino hummed. It felt electric and then suddenly everything backed up and there was a bright and sharp flash of pain and he jerked.
“Hey!” Nino sat back with a smack of his lips.
There was a little black band around the base of his dick and he could feel it squeezing there as a faint pressure.
“There.” When Nino looked up at him he couldn’t mistake the way his pupils were darkened with lust, mouth hanging open just a bit as he stared at his own handy work. Even his voice sounded a little breathless. “It looks perfect on you.”
“Ung.” Massu twitched and shivered as Nino’s small hand grabbed his dick and tugged, too much friction on the sensitive skin. He couldn’t help the way it tore through his nervous system like wild-fire the sweetest mix of pain and pleasure tightening his abdomen.
“Aiba wanted to tie you to the bed.” Nino said and it was almost conversational, but his voice was too low, and a little too rough. “We vetoed it.” And there was a small portion of his mind that indeed could see Arashi standing around Jun’s island table top, Aiba perched on the end of the stool and proposing a vote on the subject. The image swept away with Nino’s fingers rubbing the head of his dick and petting down his thighs.
“Where are they?” Massu shivered and Nino pulled back enough so that Massu could sit up, using his elbows to prop himself up in the bed which is more than a little messy now. The once artfully placed pillows are in disarray, a few on the floor, sheets kicked every which way. There was always that small part of him that wanted to play havoc with the artfully styled elements of Jun’s house every time he’s here. In fact he can watch the others struggle with the same urges, Nino often doesn’t even bother and Aiba does it when he doesn’t mean too, but Sho looks at the careful way the pillows and throws are arranged before he tries to find the safest place on the couch to sit.
“Coming.”
“I really hope so.” Massu wiggled a little and Nino licked thin lips, curling into a dirty smile.
“God you are so perverted.” He couldn’t help and chuckle at that, well he was right.
Nino was apparently trying to suck the nipples right off his chest, they had to be red and throbbing and Massu could only writhe and press up into the sensation. He’d always liked a little bit of an edge to everything, pressing until he could come so hard that he could shoot all the way to his chin if he tried. The great thing is that Nino is every bit as wicked as he is, Massu loves it. Sometimes he thinks that the sexual dynamic of Arashi is built entirely around that little edge and fighting their way past it.
Then it is done and the cool air is almost too much, throbbing like a recent bruise and Massu didn’t notice when his breathing got so hard, but he is panting now, fingers digging into the sparse muscle of Nino’s narrow shoulders and holding him close.
“Hey.” Aiba sort of falls into the bed, making them bounce a little and his eyes are bright and hair all messy, almost puppy-like, if it wasn’t for the way his dick is so obviously hard against his sweat pants. “You started already?”
“Like you didn’t.” Nino licked his lips and his eyes zero in on Sho, Massu matching him, the other man looks-half wrecked already, eyes wide and dark, lips a lurid bruised red, shirtless enough to show a series of bruises forming along the line of his low-hanging jeans. Matsumoto’s got the matching bruised mouth; Massu has always admired how he doesn’t waste any time at all.
“That’s not the point.” Aiba pouted and managed this weird little shimmy until he was lying with his arms pressed up to Massu’s side, Nino framing the other side of him. The heat between them is almost too much, his skin that almost clammy- just before sweat where Nino is touching him and Aiba isn’t helping matters with his dark eyes and greedy smile. It only makes him more aware of the black band of painpleasure around the base of his dick. He should just be glad they didn’t get anything special for his balls.
Matsumoto’s bed was big, but with the three of them lying in it at angles there wasn’t a whole lot of room for the other three, which didn’t seem to be a problem. He had one of those futons that seemed entirely for pillows and hats, most of which hit the floor, to which he didn’t bat an eye, as Ohno cleared a spot for himself. With one arm he tugged Jun down with him so that the younger man was sitting on his lap facing the bed with his thighs spread rather obscenely across Ohno’s. That angle was a good one for him, the paleness of his thighs and the dark hair on his legs, everything spread wide open for everyone to see. Massu wondered if his voice was still all scratchy from the earlier blow job. Taking the edge off he realized. So practical.
“Just sit down.” Ohno said with a grin to Sho who was waffling about where to sit, moving Matsumoto until he could hook his chin over his shoulder and watch the bed too, two hands splayed on the other man’s tummy. Massu’s eyes were drawn to where one of his fingers was absently playing with his navel. Aiba snuffled a laugh against his shoulder and Sho pretty much just sat right where he was, shifting until he could pull something out from under him and tossing another hat into the pile on the floor, Jun snorted in amusement.
“Roll over.” Nino tapped his shoulder and Massu blinked at him.
“We’ll give them a good show.” Aiba said happily, and so Massu shrugged, as much as he could lying on his back with his legs at awkward angles so Nino could fit between his thighs. Massu marvelled that they must have telepathy or something because Nino and Aiba are moving to some choreography he isn’t in on, and there shouldn’t be enough room in the bed for all three of them moving at once but hands on his limbs are guiding him and the other two seem to just know what the other wants without the need for verbal cues.
He only had a few moments to be impressed by their ability to work together before he’s on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed. It feels so dirty being exposed like that, just knows that Ohno’s depthless stare is eating up the moment while Jun watched with lidded eyes and feigned disinterest, Sho’s eyes would be wide, his tongue probably pressing against that spot on the corner of his mouth. Massu jumped when hands landed on his ass and he twisted his neck so he could look up at Aiba better.
“What do you have in mind?” Not that he didn’t like Aiba’s surprises but it was also easier to give his body over to them when he knew what was in mind. Seeing as how this was a little out of the norm, they never made it an ‘all about Massu’ party before.
“I’m to fuck you.” Aiba said and his voice had no right being silky, or even dirty. Massu grinned at him, ignoring the way the pillow squashed the side of his face. He was totally on board with this idea. “Then Nino is going to go too.” Massu’s breathing may have hitched at the thought. Getting fucked again while he was still all wet and loose. “And Jun and Sho and Oh-chan.”
Massu moaned low and desperate, the thought hitting him somewhere in the lower abdomen.
“Think you can take it?” Nino’s teasing voice, against his other side, another set of hands on his ass, and if he wasn’t mistaken these ones were wet. So he might have wiggled his hips into the feeling making Jun chuckle softly from off-stage. The sound echoed low and intimate through his room, and weird how that worked when he’d had his dick in his throat earlier that night and it hadn’t felt the same.
"Yeah.” Well that at least explained the cock-ring. As if he’d spoken some magic word, or Nino was just waiting for the perfect timing to mess with his brain, but even as the word hissed out of his mouth fingers were pressing inside making it squeak awkwardly against his throat.
“Here you too.” He heard Nino mumble, but he was distracted by the taste of the pillow in his mouth, it was quickly becoming wet with his spit, and the finger prodding around inside him. Pressure, like stretching all the way out, but it didn’t resolve, instead became sharper for a moment as another finger slid into his ass alongside the first.
“That’s so hot.” Came Sho’s barely audible rumble, and Ohno must have said something back but it wasn’t nearly as important as the way fingers were almost brushing his prostate, negative pressure and teasing slickness.
“Dammit.” He groaned into the fabric and Nino chuckled darkly behind him, Aiba’s hum mixing. He lifted his hips as much as he could and using that leverage to push back on the fingers. With his eyes closed he could just hear Sho’s rumbling almost purr over the slick sounds of lube and fingers and Aiba’s too-loud breathing, Jun’s higher-pitched whine replying to something but the words were lost to indistinct sounds. While part of him is still caught up in ‘all of them?’ the rest of him is alight with the pleasure pulsing from fingers pressing and rubbing softly inside him and he did kind of want to get fucked. Maybe once and maybe five times. The thought made his stomach flip and he let himself go a little more limp against the pillows. There is something a little freeing about the prospect of just letting go and letting them do their thing, well his thing?
This thoughts went a little hazy when fingers were gone leaving him feel empty and too open.
“Come on.” Nino’s voice was a little mocking and a little sweet against his shoulder and Massu pushed himself onto all fours if only to feel the way he knocked into Nino, making him pull back or risk hitting his face off the solid line of Massu’s shoulders. Tigers won’t be tamed.
Oh god. His arms faltered as someone, Aiba probably, hitched his hips higher and pressed the snub head of his dick against his ass and Aiba only made him wait a moment, heart all but stopping between one frantic beat and the next before pushing in, too thick against the inadequate give of muscle. Not that it stopped Aiba, he just kept pushing, and Massu was opening up, and it didn’t so much hurt as it stretched and he was bowing his back to make the slide easier and holding his breath against the sense of fullness. He let it out in a shaky stream when Aiba finally bottomed out, and he was so full with it, starting to sweat where Aiba was pressed against the backs of his thighs.
Nino was wiggling and moving and soon he was at an tangent under Massu’s body kissing him at an odd angle while Aiba slid back slowly and began to fuck him with lazy abandon. Aiba was almost worse than Ohno with his pace, and he’d seen Ohno reduce Jun to a mass of spitting hissing and cursing limbs and wet mouth before, still refusing to be hurried at all. Massu pressed back into it, his ass feeling comfortably full and only mildly burning with friction and the judicious application of lube.
It felt like forever and only a few minutes, lost in the slick glide of Nino’s tongue in his mouth and Aiba’s dick in his ass. Fingers tightened on his hips, slipping around to the inside of his thighs and pulling him back against suddenly sharp thrusts. Aiba’s voice groaned low, and he could hear the other voices all murmuring in reaction, but his whole damn world had narrowed down to sharp almost brutal thrusts, and the way Aiba’s nails were digging into his skin. He shivered right along with Aiba, sympathizing with him but not quite at that point yet.
When Aiba slid to the side of him he groaned low in his chest, air there feeling stale and locked in place like he’d been breathing too shallow. He was empty, and it felt strange, always did after sex like he was missing something and he listening past his own panting breath to Aiba’s the sounds of Nino moving beside him. Had to know he had to be stretched open, muscles loose and on show, probably looked as hungry as he felt, he flushed a little when he felt it starting to leak, good god this was going to get messy. Growling low in his throat prompted a huffing laugh from Aiba whom was now lying curled against his side.
Then Nino was sliding in and he wasn’t empty anymore, it was pleasure and the barest hint of pain, already well used and wet and Nino didn’t even need to pause just started at it.
“Aiba come here.” A sharp voice called, could have been Jun or maybe even Ohno, it was hard to focus past the way Nino was pounding his ass, and the roar of blood in his ears. Without anyone there to eat the moans and gasps from his lips they were free to fall half bitten. Well at least that was soon rectified, he hadn’t even felt the bed move, but there was a cock bouncing in his face and Massu didn’t even really bother to lift his head enough to check who it was, just tilted his head and opened his mouth.
He hummed in the back of his throat, feeling the cock starting to harden against his tongue and heard Ohno’s rumble above him. Well that explained that. Sandwiched between the Ohmiya pair wasn’t so bad, pressing back into the press of narrow hips, shoving him forward and almost gagging him on the head of Ohno’s dick. With his eyes closed everything felt disjointed, like it was happening to someone else, but the delocalized ache of his thighs and the steady sway of his own cock, that was all him.
Just when he thought that maybe he couldn’t take any more of this, his jaw ached and Ohno’s thrusts were becoming sharper, harder to breathe through. He backed off, one hand still in Massu’s hair, petting behind his ears, but that was secondary because Nino was coming, a sharp whining noise to match the grinding motion of his hips. Again Massu couldn’t help but to jerk and shake along with him, pressing his face into the pillow and taking huge gulping breaths. This time he didn’t have too long to feel empty, come probably making a mess between his thighs, well actually he knew because Ohno smeared it around a but before grabbing him with one wet hand on his hip and pressed in with his cock already wet with Massu’s saliva.
He might have wailed, voice breaking and cracking as his spine arched, god he really couldn’t take this. The friction was a stinging burn with an incredible pressure against the swollen rim, and he still had two more to go. Sobbing out a low breath he fell limp into the pillow, Ohno’s chest curling comfortingly over his back and pressing a smacking kiss to his shoulder.
“You’re doing so good.” He said, his voice low and rumbling and Massu nodded dumbly to reassure him.
“Do you know what it looks like?” When Jun had appeared he had no idea, but he was there, and Massu could smell the tell-tale chemical almost hair-spray smell that he associated with the other man, his voice was too nasal to ever be considered seductive but no one bothered to explain that to Massu before. “That’s Nino’s and Aiba’s mess there.” Jun purred against his ear, all thin limbs pulled tight to all but curl around the pillow he was using to hold his shoulders up. “You just keep taking it.” There was something like awe in his voice when he spoke and seductive or not it made his groin tighten, a curl of heat in his tummy that was undeniable.
“God.” Massu choked out, Ohno’s hips moving so smoothly, pulling out and all but grinding in, deep and dirty and he was so turned on, the pain didn’t even matter anymore. His dick throbbed under him. “Please.”
“Are you sure?” Jun’s voice came from the other side now, all done wiggling into a comfortable spot all around him. “It is easier and harder without the distraction.” He spoke from experience but Massu needed something, anything or he was going to go mad.
“Yes.” He hissed and Jun twisted so they were kissing, lips meeting at an odd angle just a little off center and if Massu hadn’t been already so fucked out he would have been able to place the musky taste on the other man’s mouth.
“Sho.” Ohno ground out and then there was a hand on his dick, thick fingers and Massu probably screeched into Jun’s mouth but it was hard to tell since he was too busy exploding everywhere to notice. It seemed to go on and on, endless waves of pleasure, and seriously his toes were curling into the bedding and he was probably trying to gnaw Jun’s bottom lip off but he was helpless to do anything but jerk and shiver. Jun pulled away and he took in great gulping lung-fulls of air, dazed and barely aware of Ohno pulling out, the slightest sting of pain completely gone on a haze of endorphins.
He did start, eyes going wide and groaning deep in his chest, when Sho slid home. Oh god. He found anything he was about to say eaten up by Jun’s hungry mouth a moment later. Lips teeth and tongue. Sho set a rigorous pace, hips slamming into Massu’s hands tight on his hips.
“I wish you could see this.” Jun breathed against his lips.
“You look so good.” Nino was back, and Massu was going to cry if they decided to come for seconds, his ass was sore, and Jun was right it was better and worse when he didn’t need to think about the throbbing in his dick. “You’re still hard.” When his hand grabbed it Massu almost sobbed, pressing his eyes closed against the flash of sensation that was too bright.
Nino seemed to understand too because he left it at that, and Massu sagged against the pillow, Sho was good at fucking, had hips that could really drive into someone and strong arms, but right now it was almost too much. Even the tags to his prostate were too much, pleasure bleeding out his eyes and the wet sound above him was probably Jun and Nino making out. Either he’d lost track of time, which really wasn’t hard when you’re measuring minutes by the bruises on your hips, or Sho was close when he started. He was aware of every minute shift, Sho grunting against his shoulder and pulling him back up against his chest so he was kneeling and the change in angle made him shake, legs quivering and doing nothing to hold him up.
“Oh god.” He actually whimpered.
“So close.” Sho growled against his neck, voice like sandpaper. There was a void in the bed where he’d been lying, the sheets splattered with all sorts of mess, Jun and Nino marking the edges, watching him with matching dark eyes. He used hands on hipbones to all but lift Massu into the thrusts, moaning against his shoulder as he raced to completion. Massu groaned and let his head flop where it would. Their harsh breathing and the lewd slap of skin on skin, wet with sweat and all other manners of bodily fluids, were the only half sounds in the room. Powerful thrusts and Sho was gone, making aborted little sounds against his skin as he jerked helplessly, Massu reached back to hold his hips through it.
Panting Sho pulled away and Massu really wondered if it would be weak of him to flop face first back into the bed, but Jun was there, hard cock and tender hands.
“Just lie down, you’ve almost done it. So good, baby so good.” Massu had never heard Jun call anyone anything but something sarcastic before and maybe he swelled a little inside with pride over the scratchy tone. This time he was allowed to simply lie on his front, the slickness between his thighs making him want to wipe it away but Jun’s slight weight was pinning him down and he was too wrung out to protest. “Almost there.”
He bit back a strangled sound as Jun, hands braced against his shoulders, hips to either side of his pressed inside slowly and without pause. He was so loose now that there wasn’t any resistance at all, he could probably take two, the through stuttered through his brain and he banished it quickly. No fucking way.
Jun moved smoothly, rolling his hips in a grinding motion, and Massu sort of wished he could watch the way the other man was riding him. He was a bit hazy on the details but he could imagine the smoothness of his movements, could feel the flex of his thighs against his ass. He fucked like he wasn’t in a hurry and Massu wondered which one of them would break first, he really couldn’t take too much more of this. He twitched and moaned under the other man trying to help where he could but he couldn’t seem to co-ordinate his movements very well.
“Oh.” Hands moving down to the small of his back, giving him more leverage to fuck him harder, faster, and Massu hissed into the bedding.
“Almost.” Jun said quietly, and the rest of the room must have been holding their collective breath just watching them, because he heard the whisper.
Almost too much, but then Jun was moaning shrilly and coming and Massu felt the twitches of his hips and the faint pulsing of his dick and there was so much warmth that it was impossible to tell anything else. He rolled away and Massu didn’t move, just let his body cool, imaging he was ticking like YamaPi’s car as it cooled down after he’d pushing it too fast.
“Oh my god.” Aiba said and his voice sounded too pleased for Massu’s rather insensate form. He wasn’t going to move again. Ever. “That was so awesome.”
Fingers on his butt made him groan and try to wiggle away.
“Relax, I’m just looking.” That was Ohno’s voice and Massu stilled under so many pairs of petting hands, Jun curled up against his side again. “It looks good.”
“Yeah.” Nino said and sounded actually kind of surprised. Someone’s tongue was there, licking delicately at the mess, he was too wrung out to do more then spread his legs and let them go, and for some reason he wanted to say it was Sho, but it could have been anyone.
When a finger wet with something pressed to his lips he licked it, the taste burst across his tongue and he smiled. That was pretty awesome.
“I’m going to sleep for a week.” He managed, but he wasn’t sure how much of it was muffled seeing as he was still happily pressed face first into the bed.
“Sure, after I change the sheets.” Jun grumbled.
“We made a bit of a mess.” Aiba said rather gleefully.
“Better than running.” Nino snorted from somewhere to his left.
Tiger’s lucky year indeed.
Pairing: Arashi/Massu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Gang-bang
Summary: Massu celebrates all things tiger with Arashi.
Notes: Because you know Foreigner is Massu’s theme music. Year of the tiger; Massu is a tiger.
Massu spent the New Year watching fireworks and eating cakes with his family, fully aware of every calorie that passed his lips with a scary sort of accuracy. He was also well aware of how much running would be needed to balance this latest excursion, but his mom always beamed when he ate the things she made, and he liked cake. No one had ever told him being an idol would be easy, and this was his personal sacrifice.
He enjoyed it to the most his heart could manage.
He spent the day after with a sugar hang over and Nino. Which in itself wasn’t too weird, Nino hated running with him, but he always went, bitched through the whole thing but Massu was pretty sure he was just blowing steam. Of course brining Nino with him meant he would need to slow down a little, but it gave him a little more space to think, the movement of footfalls and each jar of his leg muscles as he landed a step and pushed off for the next. Some times it felt like combustion and others it just felt good. Today he thought of calories and cake, of money and sweaters and Nino bitching between laboured breathing just too his left. It was catch and release, and he tossed a grin over his shoulder at the older man.
“Gonna sprint the last bit.”
“Go for it.” Nino managed to scowl, he was wearing a quickly sweat-stained sweater, his hair all messy and his cheeks flushed from the exercise. “I’ll meet you later.”
“Okay.” Massu took a last deep breath and then he was leaving Nino in his dust, sprinting and flying across the cold ground. February 15th looked like it might bring some flurrying snow, if not just another miserable day, but when he heart was beating so fast he couldn’t feel the cold only a sense of all-over warmth and an adrenal response that made everything sing.
He made it home and threw his sweaty things in the hamper and stretched his arms and legs out, revelling in being naked and sweaty, by all reasons it should be cold, but his skin was hot to the touch and he was smiling. Another run like that and everything should be back on track. Proper balance in exercise and intake was important. Everything came down to balance, like running or dancing, balance on his feet and in his mind. He showered quickly and blow dried his hair into a mess on his head because he could.
He had a light snack for breakfast picking out the low-cal option as his counter-weight to last night. His mobile rang where it was still on the counter where he’d plugged it in the night before. ‘Matsujun wants to celebrate, come over to his place for dinner.’ It was from Nino. Massu grinned and flipped his phone shut. Looks like he found a way to work off the rest of the calories. His mom asked him what he was smiling about and he told her he was going to go out for dinner with some friends.
“That’s nice honey.” She smiled and Massu didn’t feel the least bit bad, he wasn’t technically lying. He’d probably learned that trick from Tegoshi or Ryo, he hadn’t been able to lie before he met them. Half-truths got him further with people then any blatant lie ever could.
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Jun liked to pet his hair, it was probably weird, but it felt so good and it was those times that he really understood the merits of being a cat. They hadn’t eaten dinner yet, it was just him and Jun here for the moment, and if no one else brought take out then they’d probably skip it and snack later. Jun was the one who taught him how the count the calories that mattered, even if Massu thought that he kept his own way too tight. ‘Some people just like me that way.’ Jun replied and Massu had never heard anything so sad. Besides Jun actually didn’t even like to cook, Sho couldn’t, Nino and Aiba could but depended heavily on their mood and Ohno was still a bit unknown, no one was willing to risk their kitchen testing it. Ohno seemed happier that way.
Right now he was gloriously naked again, the cool cotton of Jun’s sheets against his naked ass felt taboo and comforting at the same time. Jun kept his pants, but it only accented how small his waist was and as much as it distressed Massu he couldn’t keep his fingers off it. Needed to map the ribs he could feel with his fingertips. Jun huffed a laugh under his breath and Massu grinned, sitting back on the heels and regarding the other man.
“You look tired.” Massu leaned forward to whisper against the sharp curve of his collar bone and Jun pushed his chest into the touch, both of his hand relocating to Massu’s hair, petting it back from his face in long smooth motions. With the pointed tip of his tongue he tasted the dip of Jun’s shoulder, the wiry muscle there and the tang of chemicals on his tongue and in his nose when he was pressed too close to the other man’s milky skin. Jun shifted so he was leaning back against the headboard with his long long long legs spread on the bed and that reckless smile on his pink lips. Massu crawled into his lap and kissed the tiny dark spot under his lip the way he’d seen the rest of Arashi do before. Jun smiled and he felt it against his nose.
“I was out late last night.” The words were practically whispered against his face and Massu nodded slightly, because Jun obviously could feel the motion in all the places they were connected.
“It was new years.” Massu agreed, the fireworks had been great, huge flowers blooming against the stars and he watched them every year he could manage too. Once he’d watched them with NewS and hadn’t even really felt all that homesick.
“Here, lift up.” Massu lifted onto his knees moving his hands from the sides of Jun’s face to the wall above the head board. He watched through narrowed eyes as Jun slid his way down the bed wiggling in the narrow space between Massu’s thighs until he was face-to-face so to speak with his rapidly filling dick. Twisting his spine so he could watch better Massu left both hands on the wall and simply waited for what the other man wanted to do with him. “Tonight is going to be special.” Jun spoke to the dark place where his leg met his body and Massu shuddered almost violently, muscles tensing and releasing all down his back.
“Jun.” He let his head hand between his arms and Jun managed to tilt his head back enough to smile at him, lips obviously wet where he must have licked them.
“Just enjoy.”
That he could do. Jun had these fucking lips, almost like fish lips but infinitely hotter, all the heat of the sun in his mouth and molten lava in the hot wet licks of his tongue. Massu groaned low in his throat, watching the head of his dick stretching the other man’s mouth. Heat fizzled through his body, starting in the heat and suction, and oh god, silky tightness of Jun’s throat and spreading up through his toes and down from his ears.
Jun pulled back with almost harsh suction and Massu shuddered, the pull on the sensitive skin was exquisite. Through narrowed eyes he watched, the tightening of his own stomach muscles the twitched of aborted movement from his hips, the obscene shine on his lips. Jun let his head fall back on the pillows, leaving just the head caught between his lips, tongue working against the bundle of nerves just under the crown. Insistent hands on his ass finally made him understand, no longer holding back but instead letting him set the pace. The popular belief was that Jun hadn’t been born with a gag reflex, and it has served him well. Massu’s moan echoed in the otherwise empty bedroom loud against his own ears, shallow movements rocking him in and out of Jun’s slack mouth.
Hands braced on the wall he let the little pulses rock with him, heart thundering loudly in his ears like the crash of waves in his skull. Pressure and heat and his balls tightening, Jun’s long-fingered hands on his ass and pulling him closer and deeper and he was fucking his throat Jun’s nose bumping his tummy. Then stomach was tightening and the thighs he was bracing himself on too. His arms shivered with the constant tightening. Oh, this was going to be a big one, he let one hand drop to Jun’s face, brushing against his temples.
“Soon.” He hissed and Jun hummed his understanding. It felt good and instead of trying to hold on, this day was for him wasn’t it? He let go. It shivered through him building up pressure until he thought he was going to burst. Then he did, toes curling against the sheets and back bowing, with a low whine he pumped his dick keeping as much as he could in Jun’s mouth without worrying about choking him by accident. Jun took it like a pro, hands holding onto his thighs and humming like he’d been waiting for it.
When the sharp rush was over Massu let his head hit the wall next and his breath came out in as many unsteady, almost stuttering, rushes. “Fuck.” He grinned. “You’re too good at that.”
“Ha.” Jun croaked and Massu rolled out of the way, barely managing not to hit Jun with his knees.
Sated, he curled up in Jun’s large bed. Jun rolled onto his side to look at him, sharp cheeks and big eyes.
“Nap for a bit, everyone should be here soon. You’ll need it.” Jun smiled at him, low and lazy.
That sounded like a good idea. He closed his eyes and let himself sleep.
Massu woke up to someone poking his shoulder, eyes narrowed against the lighting he was met with Nino’s impish smile.
“Did you bring anything to eat?” Massu murmured softly.
“Yep, we’ve got Chinese for later.” Nino poked his shoulder next and Massu obligingly rolled onto his back. “Everyone is here now, it is almost time to start the party.” Nino’s grin was filled with every dirty promise that Massu had ever seen before. The sight of it sent a fission of heat go down his spine.
“Party?”
“Happy New Years.” Nino poked him in the stomach this time and Massu twisted away from the ticklish sensation. “It’s your party, you brat.”
“Jun started without you guys.” Massu said with a quiet mocking tone and Nino nodded sagely.
“We’ll get him back later.” Massu didn’t doubt that. Small hands skimmed up his legs, tickling the hairs in their wake and then pressing down harder so the sensation was more erotic and less tingly. Massu let himself go limp under Nino’s hands. Nails scraped at the soft skin on the back of his knees and Massu hissed, letting his legs fall open.
“Feels nice.” Felt more than nice really and he could feel the slow lazy pulses of his dick filling and getting heavy. Nino’s hands on him usually elicited that response no matter the circumstance which got sort of embarrassing sometimes.
“Here, spread a little more.” Can’t argue with a suggestion like that. Nino knew just what to do, where to press his fingers to make pleasure surge through his body. His nerves twitched, as if his whole body wanted to twine up and around those two little hands. The edges of Nino’s button-down shirt tickled his knees when he leaned over Massu’s naked legs.
“What are you doing?” Lifting himself onto his elbows Massu watched as Nino shifted up onto his knees and dug around in his pockets.
“Setting up for the party.”
With that he took the head of Massu’s cock in his mouth, and wasn’t that like an indirect kiss with Jun? Narrow lips smirking around his dick, and Nino’s gleaming eyes meeting his. He was hardening so fast that it almost physically hurt, thickening and pulsing quickly. He curled his toes into the bedding and Nino hummed. It felt electric and then suddenly everything backed up and there was a bright and sharp flash of pain and he jerked.
“Hey!” Nino sat back with a smack of his lips.
There was a little black band around the base of his dick and he could feel it squeezing there as a faint pressure.
“There.” When Nino looked up at him he couldn’t mistake the way his pupils were darkened with lust, mouth hanging open just a bit as he stared at his own handy work. Even his voice sounded a little breathless. “It looks perfect on you.”
“Ung.” Massu twitched and shivered as Nino’s small hand grabbed his dick and tugged, too much friction on the sensitive skin. He couldn’t help the way it tore through his nervous system like wild-fire the sweetest mix of pain and pleasure tightening his abdomen.
“Aiba wanted to tie you to the bed.” Nino said and it was almost conversational, but his voice was too low, and a little too rough. “We vetoed it.” And there was a small portion of his mind that indeed could see Arashi standing around Jun’s island table top, Aiba perched on the end of the stool and proposing a vote on the subject. The image swept away with Nino’s fingers rubbing the head of his dick and petting down his thighs.
“Where are they?” Massu shivered and Nino pulled back enough so that Massu could sit up, using his elbows to prop himself up in the bed which is more than a little messy now. The once artfully placed pillows are in disarray, a few on the floor, sheets kicked every which way. There was always that small part of him that wanted to play havoc with the artfully styled elements of Jun’s house every time he’s here. In fact he can watch the others struggle with the same urges, Nino often doesn’t even bother and Aiba does it when he doesn’t mean too, but Sho looks at the careful way the pillows and throws are arranged before he tries to find the safest place on the couch to sit.
“Coming.”
“I really hope so.” Massu wiggled a little and Nino licked thin lips, curling into a dirty smile.
“God you are so perverted.” He couldn’t help and chuckle at that, well he was right.
Nino was apparently trying to suck the nipples right off his chest, they had to be red and throbbing and Massu could only writhe and press up into the sensation. He’d always liked a little bit of an edge to everything, pressing until he could come so hard that he could shoot all the way to his chin if he tried. The great thing is that Nino is every bit as wicked as he is, Massu loves it. Sometimes he thinks that the sexual dynamic of Arashi is built entirely around that little edge and fighting their way past it.
Then it is done and the cool air is almost too much, throbbing like a recent bruise and Massu didn’t notice when his breathing got so hard, but he is panting now, fingers digging into the sparse muscle of Nino’s narrow shoulders and holding him close.
“Hey.” Aiba sort of falls into the bed, making them bounce a little and his eyes are bright and hair all messy, almost puppy-like, if it wasn’t for the way his dick is so obviously hard against his sweat pants. “You started already?”
“Like you didn’t.” Nino licked his lips and his eyes zero in on Sho, Massu matching him, the other man looks-half wrecked already, eyes wide and dark, lips a lurid bruised red, shirtless enough to show a series of bruises forming along the line of his low-hanging jeans. Matsumoto’s got the matching bruised mouth; Massu has always admired how he doesn’t waste any time at all.
“That’s not the point.” Aiba pouted and managed this weird little shimmy until he was lying with his arms pressed up to Massu’s side, Nino framing the other side of him. The heat between them is almost too much, his skin that almost clammy- just before sweat where Nino is touching him and Aiba isn’t helping matters with his dark eyes and greedy smile. It only makes him more aware of the black band of painpleasure around the base of his dick. He should just be glad they didn’t get anything special for his balls.
Matsumoto’s bed was big, but with the three of them lying in it at angles there wasn’t a whole lot of room for the other three, which didn’t seem to be a problem. He had one of those futons that seemed entirely for pillows and hats, most of which hit the floor, to which he didn’t bat an eye, as Ohno cleared a spot for himself. With one arm he tugged Jun down with him so that the younger man was sitting on his lap facing the bed with his thighs spread rather obscenely across Ohno’s. That angle was a good one for him, the paleness of his thighs and the dark hair on his legs, everything spread wide open for everyone to see. Massu wondered if his voice was still all scratchy from the earlier blow job. Taking the edge off he realized. So practical.
“Just sit down.” Ohno said with a grin to Sho who was waffling about where to sit, moving Matsumoto until he could hook his chin over his shoulder and watch the bed too, two hands splayed on the other man’s tummy. Massu’s eyes were drawn to where one of his fingers was absently playing with his navel. Aiba snuffled a laugh against his shoulder and Sho pretty much just sat right where he was, shifting until he could pull something out from under him and tossing another hat into the pile on the floor, Jun snorted in amusement.
“Roll over.” Nino tapped his shoulder and Massu blinked at him.
“We’ll give them a good show.” Aiba said happily, and so Massu shrugged, as much as he could lying on his back with his legs at awkward angles so Nino could fit between his thighs. Massu marvelled that they must have telepathy or something because Nino and Aiba are moving to some choreography he isn’t in on, and there shouldn’t be enough room in the bed for all three of them moving at once but hands on his limbs are guiding him and the other two seem to just know what the other wants without the need for verbal cues.
He only had a few moments to be impressed by their ability to work together before he’s on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed. It feels so dirty being exposed like that, just knows that Ohno’s depthless stare is eating up the moment while Jun watched with lidded eyes and feigned disinterest, Sho’s eyes would be wide, his tongue probably pressing against that spot on the corner of his mouth. Massu jumped when hands landed on his ass and he twisted his neck so he could look up at Aiba better.
“What do you have in mind?” Not that he didn’t like Aiba’s surprises but it was also easier to give his body over to them when he knew what was in mind. Seeing as how this was a little out of the norm, they never made it an ‘all about Massu’ party before.
“I’m to fuck you.” Aiba said and his voice had no right being silky, or even dirty. Massu grinned at him, ignoring the way the pillow squashed the side of his face. He was totally on board with this idea. “Then Nino is going to go too.” Massu’s breathing may have hitched at the thought. Getting fucked again while he was still all wet and loose. “And Jun and Sho and Oh-chan.”
Massu moaned low and desperate, the thought hitting him somewhere in the lower abdomen.
“Think you can take it?” Nino’s teasing voice, against his other side, another set of hands on his ass, and if he wasn’t mistaken these ones were wet. So he might have wiggled his hips into the feeling making Jun chuckle softly from off-stage. The sound echoed low and intimate through his room, and weird how that worked when he’d had his dick in his throat earlier that night and it hadn’t felt the same.
"Yeah.” Well that at least explained the cock-ring. As if he’d spoken some magic word, or Nino was just waiting for the perfect timing to mess with his brain, but even as the word hissed out of his mouth fingers were pressing inside making it squeak awkwardly against his throat.
“Here you too.” He heard Nino mumble, but he was distracted by the taste of the pillow in his mouth, it was quickly becoming wet with his spit, and the finger prodding around inside him. Pressure, like stretching all the way out, but it didn’t resolve, instead became sharper for a moment as another finger slid into his ass alongside the first.
“That’s so hot.” Came Sho’s barely audible rumble, and Ohno must have said something back but it wasn’t nearly as important as the way fingers were almost brushing his prostate, negative pressure and teasing slickness.
“Dammit.” He groaned into the fabric and Nino chuckled darkly behind him, Aiba’s hum mixing. He lifted his hips as much as he could and using that leverage to push back on the fingers. With his eyes closed he could just hear Sho’s rumbling almost purr over the slick sounds of lube and fingers and Aiba’s too-loud breathing, Jun’s higher-pitched whine replying to something but the words were lost to indistinct sounds. While part of him is still caught up in ‘all of them?’ the rest of him is alight with the pleasure pulsing from fingers pressing and rubbing softly inside him and he did kind of want to get fucked. Maybe once and maybe five times. The thought made his stomach flip and he let himself go a little more limp against the pillows. There is something a little freeing about the prospect of just letting go and letting them do their thing, well his thing?
This thoughts went a little hazy when fingers were gone leaving him feel empty and too open.
“Come on.” Nino’s voice was a little mocking and a little sweet against his shoulder and Massu pushed himself onto all fours if only to feel the way he knocked into Nino, making him pull back or risk hitting his face off the solid line of Massu’s shoulders. Tigers won’t be tamed.
Oh god. His arms faltered as someone, Aiba probably, hitched his hips higher and pressed the snub head of his dick against his ass and Aiba only made him wait a moment, heart all but stopping between one frantic beat and the next before pushing in, too thick against the inadequate give of muscle. Not that it stopped Aiba, he just kept pushing, and Massu was opening up, and it didn’t so much hurt as it stretched and he was bowing his back to make the slide easier and holding his breath against the sense of fullness. He let it out in a shaky stream when Aiba finally bottomed out, and he was so full with it, starting to sweat where Aiba was pressed against the backs of his thighs.
Nino was wiggling and moving and soon he was at an tangent under Massu’s body kissing him at an odd angle while Aiba slid back slowly and began to fuck him with lazy abandon. Aiba was almost worse than Ohno with his pace, and he’d seen Ohno reduce Jun to a mass of spitting hissing and cursing limbs and wet mouth before, still refusing to be hurried at all. Massu pressed back into it, his ass feeling comfortably full and only mildly burning with friction and the judicious application of lube.
It felt like forever and only a few minutes, lost in the slick glide of Nino’s tongue in his mouth and Aiba’s dick in his ass. Fingers tightened on his hips, slipping around to the inside of his thighs and pulling him back against suddenly sharp thrusts. Aiba’s voice groaned low, and he could hear the other voices all murmuring in reaction, but his whole damn world had narrowed down to sharp almost brutal thrusts, and the way Aiba’s nails were digging into his skin. He shivered right along with Aiba, sympathizing with him but not quite at that point yet.
When Aiba slid to the side of him he groaned low in his chest, air there feeling stale and locked in place like he’d been breathing too shallow. He was empty, and it felt strange, always did after sex like he was missing something and he listening past his own panting breath to Aiba’s the sounds of Nino moving beside him. Had to know he had to be stretched open, muscles loose and on show, probably looked as hungry as he felt, he flushed a little when he felt it starting to leak, good god this was going to get messy. Growling low in his throat prompted a huffing laugh from Aiba whom was now lying curled against his side.
Then Nino was sliding in and he wasn’t empty anymore, it was pleasure and the barest hint of pain, already well used and wet and Nino didn’t even need to pause just started at it.
“Aiba come here.” A sharp voice called, could have been Jun or maybe even Ohno, it was hard to focus past the way Nino was pounding his ass, and the roar of blood in his ears. Without anyone there to eat the moans and gasps from his lips they were free to fall half bitten. Well at least that was soon rectified, he hadn’t even felt the bed move, but there was a cock bouncing in his face and Massu didn’t even really bother to lift his head enough to check who it was, just tilted his head and opened his mouth.
He hummed in the back of his throat, feeling the cock starting to harden against his tongue and heard Ohno’s rumble above him. Well that explained that. Sandwiched between the Ohmiya pair wasn’t so bad, pressing back into the press of narrow hips, shoving him forward and almost gagging him on the head of Ohno’s dick. With his eyes closed everything felt disjointed, like it was happening to someone else, but the delocalized ache of his thighs and the steady sway of his own cock, that was all him.
Just when he thought that maybe he couldn’t take any more of this, his jaw ached and Ohno’s thrusts were becoming sharper, harder to breathe through. He backed off, one hand still in Massu’s hair, petting behind his ears, but that was secondary because Nino was coming, a sharp whining noise to match the grinding motion of his hips. Again Massu couldn’t help but to jerk and shake along with him, pressing his face into the pillow and taking huge gulping breaths. This time he didn’t have too long to feel empty, come probably making a mess between his thighs, well actually he knew because Ohno smeared it around a but before grabbing him with one wet hand on his hip and pressed in with his cock already wet with Massu’s saliva.
He might have wailed, voice breaking and cracking as his spine arched, god he really couldn’t take this. The friction was a stinging burn with an incredible pressure against the swollen rim, and he still had two more to go. Sobbing out a low breath he fell limp into the pillow, Ohno’s chest curling comfortingly over his back and pressing a smacking kiss to his shoulder.
“You’re doing so good.” He said, his voice low and rumbling and Massu nodded dumbly to reassure him.
“Do you know what it looks like?” When Jun had appeared he had no idea, but he was there, and Massu could smell the tell-tale chemical almost hair-spray smell that he associated with the other man, his voice was too nasal to ever be considered seductive but no one bothered to explain that to Massu before. “That’s Nino’s and Aiba’s mess there.” Jun purred against his ear, all thin limbs pulled tight to all but curl around the pillow he was using to hold his shoulders up. “You just keep taking it.” There was something like awe in his voice when he spoke and seductive or not it made his groin tighten, a curl of heat in his tummy that was undeniable.
“God.” Massu choked out, Ohno’s hips moving so smoothly, pulling out and all but grinding in, deep and dirty and he was so turned on, the pain didn’t even matter anymore. His dick throbbed under him. “Please.”
“Are you sure?” Jun’s voice came from the other side now, all done wiggling into a comfortable spot all around him. “It is easier and harder without the distraction.” He spoke from experience but Massu needed something, anything or he was going to go mad.
“Yes.” He hissed and Jun twisted so they were kissing, lips meeting at an odd angle just a little off center and if Massu hadn’t been already so fucked out he would have been able to place the musky taste on the other man’s mouth.
“Sho.” Ohno ground out and then there was a hand on his dick, thick fingers and Massu probably screeched into Jun’s mouth but it was hard to tell since he was too busy exploding everywhere to notice. It seemed to go on and on, endless waves of pleasure, and seriously his toes were curling into the bedding and he was probably trying to gnaw Jun’s bottom lip off but he was helpless to do anything but jerk and shiver. Jun pulled away and he took in great gulping lung-fulls of air, dazed and barely aware of Ohno pulling out, the slightest sting of pain completely gone on a haze of endorphins.
He did start, eyes going wide and groaning deep in his chest, when Sho slid home. Oh god. He found anything he was about to say eaten up by Jun’s hungry mouth a moment later. Lips teeth and tongue. Sho set a rigorous pace, hips slamming into Massu’s hands tight on his hips.
“I wish you could see this.” Jun breathed against his lips.
“You look so good.” Nino was back, and Massu was going to cry if they decided to come for seconds, his ass was sore, and Jun was right it was better and worse when he didn’t need to think about the throbbing in his dick. “You’re still hard.” When his hand grabbed it Massu almost sobbed, pressing his eyes closed against the flash of sensation that was too bright.
Nino seemed to understand too because he left it at that, and Massu sagged against the pillow, Sho was good at fucking, had hips that could really drive into someone and strong arms, but right now it was almost too much. Even the tags to his prostate were too much, pleasure bleeding out his eyes and the wet sound above him was probably Jun and Nino making out. Either he’d lost track of time, which really wasn’t hard when you’re measuring minutes by the bruises on your hips, or Sho was close when he started. He was aware of every minute shift, Sho grunting against his shoulder and pulling him back up against his chest so he was kneeling and the change in angle made him shake, legs quivering and doing nothing to hold him up.
“Oh god.” He actually whimpered.
“So close.” Sho growled against his neck, voice like sandpaper. There was a void in the bed where he’d been lying, the sheets splattered with all sorts of mess, Jun and Nino marking the edges, watching him with matching dark eyes. He used hands on hipbones to all but lift Massu into the thrusts, moaning against his shoulder as he raced to completion. Massu groaned and let his head flop where it would. Their harsh breathing and the lewd slap of skin on skin, wet with sweat and all other manners of bodily fluids, were the only half sounds in the room. Powerful thrusts and Sho was gone, making aborted little sounds against his skin as he jerked helplessly, Massu reached back to hold his hips through it.
Panting Sho pulled away and Massu really wondered if it would be weak of him to flop face first back into the bed, but Jun was there, hard cock and tender hands.
“Just lie down, you’ve almost done it. So good, baby so good.” Massu had never heard Jun call anyone anything but something sarcastic before and maybe he swelled a little inside with pride over the scratchy tone. This time he was allowed to simply lie on his front, the slickness between his thighs making him want to wipe it away but Jun’s slight weight was pinning him down and he was too wrung out to protest. “Almost there.”
He bit back a strangled sound as Jun, hands braced against his shoulders, hips to either side of his pressed inside slowly and without pause. He was so loose now that there wasn’t any resistance at all, he could probably take two, the through stuttered through his brain and he banished it quickly. No fucking way.
Jun moved smoothly, rolling his hips in a grinding motion, and Massu sort of wished he could watch the way the other man was riding him. He was a bit hazy on the details but he could imagine the smoothness of his movements, could feel the flex of his thighs against his ass. He fucked like he wasn’t in a hurry and Massu wondered which one of them would break first, he really couldn’t take too much more of this. He twitched and moaned under the other man trying to help where he could but he couldn’t seem to co-ordinate his movements very well.
“Oh.” Hands moving down to the small of his back, giving him more leverage to fuck him harder, faster, and Massu hissed into the bedding.
“Almost.” Jun said quietly, and the rest of the room must have been holding their collective breath just watching them, because he heard the whisper.
Almost too much, but then Jun was moaning shrilly and coming and Massu felt the twitches of his hips and the faint pulsing of his dick and there was so much warmth that it was impossible to tell anything else. He rolled away and Massu didn’t move, just let his body cool, imaging he was ticking like YamaPi’s car as it cooled down after he’d pushing it too fast.
“Oh my god.” Aiba said and his voice sounded too pleased for Massu’s rather insensate form. He wasn’t going to move again. Ever. “That was so awesome.”
Fingers on his butt made him groan and try to wiggle away.
“Relax, I’m just looking.” That was Ohno’s voice and Massu stilled under so many pairs of petting hands, Jun curled up against his side again. “It looks good.”
“Yeah.” Nino said and sounded actually kind of surprised. Someone’s tongue was there, licking delicately at the mess, he was too wrung out to do more then spread his legs and let them go, and for some reason he wanted to say it was Sho, but it could have been anyone.
When a finger wet with something pressed to his lips he licked it, the taste burst across his tongue and he smiled. That was pretty awesome.
“I’m going to sleep for a week.” He managed, but he wasn’t sure how much of it was muffled seeing as he was still happily pressed face first into the bed.
“Sure, after I change the sheets.” Jun grumbled.
“We made a bit of a mess.” Aiba said rather gleefully.
“Better than running.” Nino snorted from somewhere to his left.
Tiger’s lucky year indeed.
