[oneshot] The best present (for us)
The best present (for us)
Pairing: Matsumoto Jun/Aiba Masaki
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boys love, smut
Disclaimer: I do not own them. I own the storyline.
Summary: Aiba brings a present to Jun, but he doesn't seem to like it very much. Although, in the end they make good use of it.
Author's Note: Written for rainbowfilling; prompt "purple chair".
Hope you like it.
Jun ran his tongue languidly from Aiba's shoulder to his ear, teasing the shell with his teeth.
"I changed my mind about the present." his whisper was hot and wet against Aiba's sensitive skin "I think I love it." Jun said looking straight into Aiba's eyes as pushed him down against the soft surface.
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It was pretty. But out of place.
It had a modern form. Yet, out of place.
"What is this?" Jun asked perplexed, furrowing his brows.
"It's called lounge chair!" the older man showed the furniture spreading his arms as wide as the smile on his face.
"I know what it is. I meant, why is it here?" Jun's eyes were fixed in Aiba, then moved to the lounge chair in the middle of his living room.
Aiba spread his arms even wider and knelt in front of the chair, emphasizing his explanation.
"I bought it! It's a present for you!" he shook his hands as they were sparkles around the long furniture "Did you like it?"
The lounge chair had a gentle curve on the upper part to support one's head, not too high, nor too low. The cushion continued as a slope that seemed long enough even for Aiba to rest his long legs comfortably. Its legs were metallic Vs giving it an elegant touch.
"Why a lounge chair?"
"You said you like furniture. And I thought it was perfect for you!" Aiba got up and held Jun's hand, bringing him close to said chair "Did you like it?"
"...Why this color?"
"Come on! There is not any other color that matches you better than purple!" the smile on Aiba's face got wider and brighter the more he talked about the chair. Then he asked again "Did you like it?"
To be honest, Jun never liked purple that much. He just wore clothes and accessories with that color because of his work. Other than that, he always preferred primary colors as red or blue.
And he liked furniture indeed. But he always thought lounge chairs were useless. He could perfectly relax on his couch or, if he wanted to take a nap, there wasn't a better place than his bed to do so.
"Did you like it?" Aiba repeated.
Jun rolled his eyes and left the living room.
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Deft fingers unbuttoned Aiba's shirt, teasing his heated skin.
Wet lips spread lovely kisses through his torso.
And a sweet voice made his whole body shiver in excitement.
"Jun... hurry..." the older man whined as Jun's hands undid his pants in slow motion.
"Let's do it slowly. I know you like it slow, Masaki." Jun said softly, slipping his hand inside Aiba's pants.
Gently, yet firmly, he massaged his partner's growing member. Soon it became harder, making Aiba's underwear and jeans seem too tight for him.
Jun managed to remove the rest of Aiba's clothes while attacked his neck, leaving pretty red marks on the skin.
"T-that's not fair..." Aiba moaned tangling his fingers in Jun's hair "Take off your clothes too."
The younger man held his wrists and looked intensely into his eyes.
"Don't tell me what to do." slowly the brunet rolled his hips against Aiba's bare erection. His voice was low and had a hint of anger and enjoyment mixed together "You're the one on bottom and meowing here."
Jun didn't strip off his clothes, but continued teasing Aiba despite the latter's complaints.
Jun kissed Aiba's lips then went south, wasting a great time on his neck before trace a wet line to his left nipple. He licked and bit it gently, causing Aiba to gasp. With his long fingers, Jun teased the other bud, pinching it before use his mouth.
"It's e-enough..." Aiba breathed impatiently.
"No, it isn't." Jun smiled wickedly at him caressing his stomach with the tip of his fingers. Aiba bucked his hips upwards when Jun circled his navel "My, my... Calm down, Masaki. It had just started." Jun moved down the lounge chair leaning only his upper body on it and approached his face to Aiba's cock.
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Whenever Jun passed through the living room, he avoided looking to the purple furniture. For some reason it made him uncomfortable.
He knew he shouldn't feel that way. He knew he should be happy receiving a present from his lover. But he couldn't. That lounge chair was so... unnecessary for him.
Many times Jun saw Aiba sitting on the lounge chair experimentally, sliding his hand delicately on the cushion. As showing Jun there was nothing wrong with that - as showing a kid they didn't need to be afraid.
But Jun ignored him.
No matter how Aiba talked about the softness of the cushion or how he made himself comfortable on that chair, nothing seemed to make Jun interested in his present.
It was starting to annoy Aiba.
"Why don't you like it? You didn't even sit on it!" Aiba pouted looking up at Jun.
"I don't need to sit on it to be sure I don't like it!" Jun said crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Aiba's mouth dropped open. He stared at the younger man in disbelief.
"But it's a present! From me to you! How can you say that?!"
"Oh, very kind of you. Thank you very much. But I don't want this thing in my living room." Jun's words were cold and sharp.
"G-great! I will take this 'thing' to my apartment then!" Aiba stood up from the lounge chair and left the living room stomping heavily "I have to work now, s-so... Excuse me!" a moment later the front door slammed loudly.
Jun had never seen Aiba that angry.
But everything was Aiba's own fault.
Aiba should have known better a lounge chair wouldn't be a great present for Jun. Especially a purple lounge chair. He could at least have asked Jun about something he wanted at that moment and give him that as a present.
Sometimes Aiba's surprises weren't as good as he thought they would be.
But maybe Jun shouldn't be that harsh too.
He was always direct when talking with Aiba, but maybe that was just too much. It was a present after all. He could have used softer words to express that he didn't appreciate that furniture.
Jun looked thoughtfully where Aiba was sitting a while ago and let out a deep sigh.
***
The next day when Aiba came back to Jun's apartment, he found the brunet on the living room. Lying on the lounge chair he had ignored all this time.
"Jun?" Aiba called softly. It surprised the younger man, making him jump slightly and sit straight "I came to take the chair with me."
"Masaki wait." Jun said nervously "Come here." he patted the cushion, signalling the taller man to sit beside him. And Aiba did as he was told quietly "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I was being stupid. I'm sorry."
"N-no! I am the one who should apologize! I bought you this not knowing if you would like-"
"But you're not obliged to know everything I like or dislike." Jun cut him off with his soft words.
Aiba blushed lightly and reached for Jun's hand.
"Of course I am. I'm your boyfriend." a grin finally appeared on his face "I'm sorry for all this. I'll take it to my apartment."
"No, you won't." Jun replied tightening his grip on Aiba's hand "I mean, you don't need to. It is too big for your living room and..." he came closer to the older man, their noses almost touching "You gave it to me. It is mine now, isn't it?" Aiba simply murmured a reply "And I don't want to give it back to you."
Jun brought his hand to Aiba's face and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Aiba kissed back as affectionately as he could, moaning softly in his lover's mouth.
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Both panted heavily as Jun pushed himself inside Aiba's warmth. Then he rolled his hips. It was slow, torturously slow.
"J-Jun please!" Aiba whimpered touching his own erect cock but Jun batted his hands quickly, pinning them above Aiba's head firmly. Aiba had his orgasm denied many times while Jun teased him with his mouth earlier "Jun..."
"Don't touch yourself. I want you to come just by me." Jun whispered thrusting suddenly forward. Aiba groaned loudly caught off guard, squeezing his eyes shut, digging his nails on his palms "Isn't it good when I'm inside you like this?" he bent over Aiba to bite gently on his bottom lip.
Aiba moaned. At that point he couldn't form words anymore - not that they were really necessary anyway. Then Jun started moving again, not so slow this time, looking for a pace that would please both of them.
Soon their bodies were rocking against each other in their own rhythm, dancing in time with their breathing. An intimate and erotic dance they knew too well.
Jun picked up his speed as Aiba's arms came around his neck and he started to beg - please, fuck me hard - and it was almost too much for him.
Faster and deeper.
The intensity of their moves made the lounge chair shake. It would probably scrap the wooden floor and the person that lived downstairs would complain. But neither of them cared. They just wanted their own pleasure, to please the one they loved.
Aiba came in long spurts, calling Jun's name in a throaty groan. Seeing that, Jun also felt his orgasm approaching, so he pulled out and pumped his cock a few times before come hard on his partner's stomach.
It took them a while to regulate their breath; chests covered in sweat heaved up and down as a proof of their earlier acts.
"Jun," Aiba stroked his hair delicately "we ruined the chair."
They looked down and saw their seeds mixing up and dripping from Aiba's stomach to the purple fabric.
"It's okay." Jun chuckled collecting a little with his finger and spread it on Aiba's lips "It's charming." he licked it clean before kiss Aiba passionately.
Jun and Aiba had many other stupid fights later on. But it never lasted too long and they always made it up the same way: on that purple lounge chair.
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Pairing: Matsumoto Jun/Aiba Masaki
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boys love, smut
Disclaimer: I do not own them. I own the storyline.
Summary: Aiba brings a present to Jun, but he doesn't seem to like it very much. Although, in the end they make good use of it.
Author's Note: Written for rainbowfilling; prompt "purple chair".
Hope you like it.
Jun ran his tongue languidly from Aiba's shoulder to his ear, teasing the shell with his teeth.
"I changed my mind about the present." his whisper was hot and wet against Aiba's sensitive skin "I think I love it." Jun said looking straight into Aiba's eyes as pushed him down against the soft surface.
-----
It was pretty. But out of place.
It had a modern form. Yet, out of place.
"What is this?" Jun asked perplexed, furrowing his brows.
"It's called lounge chair!" the older man showed the furniture spreading his arms as wide as the smile on his face.
"I know what it is. I meant, why is it here?" Jun's eyes were fixed in Aiba, then moved to the lounge chair in the middle of his living room.
Aiba spread his arms even wider and knelt in front of the chair, emphasizing his explanation.
"I bought it! It's a present for you!" he shook his hands as they were sparkles around the long furniture "Did you like it?"
The lounge chair had a gentle curve on the upper part to support one's head, not too high, nor too low. The cushion continued as a slope that seemed long enough even for Aiba to rest his long legs comfortably. Its legs were metallic Vs giving it an elegant touch.
"Why a lounge chair?"
"You said you like furniture. And I thought it was perfect for you!" Aiba got up and held Jun's hand, bringing him close to said chair "Did you like it?"
"...Why this color?"
"Come on! There is not any other color that matches you better than purple!" the smile on Aiba's face got wider and brighter the more he talked about the chair. Then he asked again "Did you like it?"
To be honest, Jun never liked purple that much. He just wore clothes and accessories with that color because of his work. Other than that, he always preferred primary colors as red or blue.
And he liked furniture indeed. But he always thought lounge chairs were useless. He could perfectly relax on his couch or, if he wanted to take a nap, there wasn't a better place than his bed to do so.
"Did you like it?" Aiba repeated.
Jun rolled his eyes and left the living room.
-----
Deft fingers unbuttoned Aiba's shirt, teasing his heated skin.
Wet lips spread lovely kisses through his torso.
And a sweet voice made his whole body shiver in excitement.
"Jun... hurry..." the older man whined as Jun's hands undid his pants in slow motion.
"Let's do it slowly. I know you like it slow, Masaki." Jun said softly, slipping his hand inside Aiba's pants.
Gently, yet firmly, he massaged his partner's growing member. Soon it became harder, making Aiba's underwear and jeans seem too tight for him.
Jun managed to remove the rest of Aiba's clothes while attacked his neck, leaving pretty red marks on the skin.
"T-that's not fair..." Aiba moaned tangling his fingers in Jun's hair "Take off your clothes too."
The younger man held his wrists and looked intensely into his eyes.
"Don't tell me what to do." slowly the brunet rolled his hips against Aiba's bare erection. His voice was low and had a hint of anger and enjoyment mixed together "You're the one on bottom and meowing here."
Jun didn't strip off his clothes, but continued teasing Aiba despite the latter's complaints.
Jun kissed Aiba's lips then went south, wasting a great time on his neck before trace a wet line to his left nipple. He licked and bit it gently, causing Aiba to gasp. With his long fingers, Jun teased the other bud, pinching it before use his mouth.
"It's e-enough..." Aiba breathed impatiently.
"No, it isn't." Jun smiled wickedly at him caressing his stomach with the tip of his fingers. Aiba bucked his hips upwards when Jun circled his navel "My, my... Calm down, Masaki. It had just started." Jun moved down the lounge chair leaning only his upper body on it and approached his face to Aiba's cock.
-----
Whenever Jun passed through the living room, he avoided looking to the purple furniture. For some reason it made him uncomfortable.
He knew he shouldn't feel that way. He knew he should be happy receiving a present from his lover. But he couldn't. That lounge chair was so... unnecessary for him.
Many times Jun saw Aiba sitting on the lounge chair experimentally, sliding his hand delicately on the cushion. As showing Jun there was nothing wrong with that - as showing a kid they didn't need to be afraid.
But Jun ignored him.
No matter how Aiba talked about the softness of the cushion or how he made himself comfortable on that chair, nothing seemed to make Jun interested in his present.
It was starting to annoy Aiba.
"Why don't you like it? You didn't even sit on it!" Aiba pouted looking up at Jun.
"I don't need to sit on it to be sure I don't like it!" Jun said crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Aiba's mouth dropped open. He stared at the younger man in disbelief.
"But it's a present! From me to you! How can you say that?!"
"Oh, very kind of you. Thank you very much. But I don't want this thing in my living room." Jun's words were cold and sharp.
"G-great! I will take this 'thing' to my apartment then!" Aiba stood up from the lounge chair and left the living room stomping heavily "I have to work now, s-so... Excuse me!" a moment later the front door slammed loudly.
Jun had never seen Aiba that angry.
But everything was Aiba's own fault.
Aiba should have known better a lounge chair wouldn't be a great present for Jun. Especially a purple lounge chair. He could at least have asked Jun about something he wanted at that moment and give him that as a present.
Sometimes Aiba's surprises weren't as good as he thought they would be.
But maybe Jun shouldn't be that harsh too.
He was always direct when talking with Aiba, but maybe that was just too much. It was a present after all. He could have used softer words to express that he didn't appreciate that furniture.
Jun looked thoughtfully where Aiba was sitting a while ago and let out a deep sigh.
***
The next day when Aiba came back to Jun's apartment, he found the brunet on the living room. Lying on the lounge chair he had ignored all this time.
"Jun?" Aiba called softly. It surprised the younger man, making him jump slightly and sit straight "I came to take the chair with me."
"Masaki wait." Jun said nervously "Come here." he patted the cushion, signalling the taller man to sit beside him. And Aiba did as he was told quietly "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I was being stupid. I'm sorry."
"N-no! I am the one who should apologize! I bought you this not knowing if you would like-"
"But you're not obliged to know everything I like or dislike." Jun cut him off with his soft words.
Aiba blushed lightly and reached for Jun's hand.
"Of course I am. I'm your boyfriend." a grin finally appeared on his face "I'm sorry for all this. I'll take it to my apartment."
"No, you won't." Jun replied tightening his grip on Aiba's hand "I mean, you don't need to. It is too big for your living room and..." he came closer to the older man, their noses almost touching "You gave it to me. It is mine now, isn't it?" Aiba simply murmured a reply "And I don't want to give it back to you."
Jun brought his hand to Aiba's face and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Aiba kissed back as affectionately as he could, moaning softly in his lover's mouth.
-----
Both panted heavily as Jun pushed himself inside Aiba's warmth. Then he rolled his hips. It was slow, torturously slow.
"J-Jun please!" Aiba whimpered touching his own erect cock but Jun batted his hands quickly, pinning them above Aiba's head firmly. Aiba had his orgasm denied many times while Jun teased him with his mouth earlier "Jun..."
"Don't touch yourself. I want you to come just by me." Jun whispered thrusting suddenly forward. Aiba groaned loudly caught off guard, squeezing his eyes shut, digging his nails on his palms "Isn't it good when I'm inside you like this?" he bent over Aiba to bite gently on his bottom lip.
Aiba moaned. At that point he couldn't form words anymore - not that they were really necessary anyway. Then Jun started moving again, not so slow this time, looking for a pace that would please both of them.
Soon their bodies were rocking against each other in their own rhythm, dancing in time with their breathing. An intimate and erotic dance they knew too well.
Jun picked up his speed as Aiba's arms came around his neck and he started to beg - please, fuck me hard - and it was almost too much for him.
Faster and deeper.
The intensity of their moves made the lounge chair shake. It would probably scrap the wooden floor and the person that lived downstairs would complain. But neither of them cared. They just wanted their own pleasure, to please the one they loved.
Aiba came in long spurts, calling Jun's name in a throaty groan. Seeing that, Jun also felt his orgasm approaching, so he pulled out and pumped his cock a few times before come hard on his partner's stomach.
It took them a while to regulate their breath; chests covered in sweat heaved up and down as a proof of their earlier acts.
"Jun," Aiba stroked his hair delicately "we ruined the chair."
They looked down and saw their seeds mixing up and dripping from Aiba's stomach to the purple fabric.
"It's okay." Jun chuckled collecting a little with his finger and spread it on Aiba's lips "It's charming." he licked it clean before kiss Aiba passionately.
Jun and Aiba had many other stupid fights later on. But it never lasted too long and they always made it up the same way: on that purple lounge chair.
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