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ebyruTitle: Strive and dive.
Author: moi. (in DoS mode.)
Pairing: Matsurai.
Rating: R just to be sure.
Genre: Angst, smut - kinda.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.And if I could own something, it would be a stick to thwap Sho with.
Summary: Sho is more DoS than Jun.
Notes: Based on, of course, Sho's new...euh, news. And Tujiko Noriko's song "Ending Kiss" ---which you can dl here(via ysi). Short one! my brain is hurting. xD
Strive and dive
Sho tickled his fingers along delectable ribs, down a long torso and back up to sensitive and bony shoulders. He crept closer, dropping his weight on the taller man, his knee pushing in between elegantly clothed legs, exhaling his want and desire against the younger of the two. He whispered into Jun's jeweled lobe.
Jun was too certain of what Sho said, but he asked again, unable to process the meaning of the words when they were coming from this man. Sho laughed, a playful grin plastered his face in a disgusting way, hand leaning on the bedpost behind Jun's neck, breathing the words onto Jun's lips rather than letting them seep into Jun's ears as he normally would.
"Yes, a fuck friend."
Jun turned away, his fingers gripping the sheets underneath the two of them nervously. Unwanted guests began to linger further down than he'd like them to, his elastic band being stretched out of shape with Sho slipping his fingers inside, enveloping a dormant body part with his digits softly. There was a bulge in Sho's pants, quite like the one in Jun's throat, blocking his air, blocking his freedom, making it hard to swallow the situation down.
Jun didn't like this Sho.
Sho was usually sensitive; caring about the well being of everyone and anyone who would cross his path. He was mature and responsible; balancing out his free time with his work schedule with anything else that needed to fit into his hectic lifestyle. Sho was a devoted and educated young man, full of hopes and dreams and expectations.
But all Jun could see was a fiend in front of him now.
Sho's lips searched Jun's neck hungrily, hand still stroking the slumbering arousal, fighting against the tight band of Jun's Calvin Klein briefs. Jun gasped, if only because he felt his chest caving in from the pressure and weight of Sho's body on top of his own. The more those luscious lips trailed over his creamy skin, the less he wanted to refuse them. More of his logic slipped away with them, across his pale skin, following the current of shivers and tremors.
Sho continued his venture, removing Jun's underwear along with his own, murmuring subtle compliments. Even stark naked, Sho was a beautiful creature. The summer time had fed his skin well, tanning it slightly, his sculpted muscles appearing more than they did during the snowfall season. Jun attempted to glare, needed to push him off, tried to escape. His mind wanted to be free of this fate, but his limbs wouldn't respond accordingly. Jun knew he would enjoy this, although there was a price.
The masculine fingers roamed over his fragile skin, edging Jun into insanity and bliss all at once, not sure which preceded the other. Something hard entered him slowly and he hoped the end was near. The skin of Sho's cock rubbed Jun's insides raw, a slow burn caused Jun to forget any earlier objections. Sho still nibbled on the lengthy man's jaw, kissing his neck, pulling on his cock. All of this combined, drove Jun mad. His anxieties, fears and insecurities were pushed to the back of his mind, easily replaced with a soothing feeling of lust and pleasure.
Just as synchronized off as on stage, the two men moaned and grunted, hinting their satisfaction to one another. Jun wished the sensible part of his mind would regain control, forcing him to stop this deed he never really wanted. Alas, it wouldn't comply and he came with a strangled cry, soiling Sho's hand, embarrassed.
Sho wiped his palm off on the bed sheets roughly, burying deeper inside Jun a few more times before losing grip of reality. Sho fell over, like a sheet of paper crumpled into a ball, surrounding Jun on all sides. He panted for a few moments, holding his eyes shut to feel the younger man instead of simply seeing him. Their breathing matched perfectly; Sho's heartbeat slowing down as Jun's sped up, nervous of the outcome for this experience.
Sho picked himself up, elbows holding his weight shakily, he smiled sweetly. Jun's eyes lit up, trying to hold back the smile that automatically appeared whenever the older man looked at him that way. It was a contagious kind of feeling, but it made him feel ill somehow. Sho jumped up hurriedly, putting his clothes back on. The taller man watched, worrying his lip, covering himself in the satiny feel of the thin fabric they used for love-less sex.
Jun was in denial and he knew it.
Sho buttoned up his dress shirt quickly, wiping away the wrinkles.
"Same time next week."
Self-pity was dropped at the door, along with the slippers Sho had used earlier. The older man's warm body left its shape and scent behind, Jun feeling more empty than he'd ever felt before.
//END//
~Later
Author: moi. (in DoS mode.)
Pairing: Matsurai.
Rating: R just to be sure.
Genre: Angst, smut - kinda.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.
Summary: Sho is more DoS than Jun.
Notes: Based on, of course, Sho's new...euh, news. And Tujiko Noriko's song "Ending Kiss" ---which you can dl here(via ysi). Short one! my brain is hurting. xD
Strive and dive
Sho tickled his fingers along delectable ribs, down a long torso and back up to sensitive and bony shoulders. He crept closer, dropping his weight on the taller man, his knee pushing in between elegantly clothed legs, exhaling his want and desire against the younger of the two. He whispered into Jun's jeweled lobe.
Jun was too certain of what Sho said, but he asked again, unable to process the meaning of the words when they were coming from this man. Sho laughed, a playful grin plastered his face in a disgusting way, hand leaning on the bedpost behind Jun's neck, breathing the words onto Jun's lips rather than letting them seep into Jun's ears as he normally would.
"Yes, a fuck friend."
Jun turned away, his fingers gripping the sheets underneath the two of them nervously. Unwanted guests began to linger further down than he'd like them to, his elastic band being stretched out of shape with Sho slipping his fingers inside, enveloping a dormant body part with his digits softly. There was a bulge in Sho's pants, quite like the one in Jun's throat, blocking his air, blocking his freedom, making it hard to swallow the situation down.
Jun didn't like this Sho.
Sho was usually sensitive; caring about the well being of everyone and anyone who would cross his path. He was mature and responsible; balancing out his free time with his work schedule with anything else that needed to fit into his hectic lifestyle. Sho was a devoted and educated young man, full of hopes and dreams and expectations.
But all Jun could see was a fiend in front of him now.
Sho's lips searched Jun's neck hungrily, hand still stroking the slumbering arousal, fighting against the tight band of Jun's Calvin Klein briefs. Jun gasped, if only because he felt his chest caving in from the pressure and weight of Sho's body on top of his own. The more those luscious lips trailed over his creamy skin, the less he wanted to refuse them. More of his logic slipped away with them, across his pale skin, following the current of shivers and tremors.
Sho continued his venture, removing Jun's underwear along with his own, murmuring subtle compliments. Even stark naked, Sho was a beautiful creature. The summer time had fed his skin well, tanning it slightly, his sculpted muscles appearing more than they did during the snowfall season. Jun attempted to glare, needed to push him off, tried to escape. His mind wanted to be free of this fate, but his limbs wouldn't respond accordingly. Jun knew he would enjoy this, although there was a price.
The masculine fingers roamed over his fragile skin, edging Jun into insanity and bliss all at once, not sure which preceded the other. Something hard entered him slowly and he hoped the end was near. The skin of Sho's cock rubbed Jun's insides raw, a slow burn caused Jun to forget any earlier objections. Sho still nibbled on the lengthy man's jaw, kissing his neck, pulling on his cock. All of this combined, drove Jun mad. His anxieties, fears and insecurities were pushed to the back of his mind, easily replaced with a soothing feeling of lust and pleasure.
Just as synchronized off as on stage, the two men moaned and grunted, hinting their satisfaction to one another. Jun wished the sensible part of his mind would regain control, forcing him to stop this deed he never really wanted. Alas, it wouldn't comply and he came with a strangled cry, soiling Sho's hand, embarrassed.
Sho wiped his palm off on the bed sheets roughly, burying deeper inside Jun a few more times before losing grip of reality. Sho fell over, like a sheet of paper crumpled into a ball, surrounding Jun on all sides. He panted for a few moments, holding his eyes shut to feel the younger man instead of simply seeing him. Their breathing matched perfectly; Sho's heartbeat slowing down as Jun's sped up, nervous of the outcome for this experience.
Sho picked himself up, elbows holding his weight shakily, he smiled sweetly. Jun's eyes lit up, trying to hold back the smile that automatically appeared whenever the older man looked at him that way. It was a contagious kind of feeling, but it made him feel ill somehow. Sho jumped up hurriedly, putting his clothes back on. The taller man watched, worrying his lip, covering himself in the satiny feel of the thin fabric they used for love-less sex.
Jun was in denial and he knew it.
Sho buttoned up his dress shirt quickly, wiping away the wrinkles.
"Same time next week."
Self-pity was dropped at the door, along with the slippers Sho had used earlier. The older man's warm body left its shape and scent behind, Jun feeling more empty than he'd ever felt before.
//END//
~Later
