[one-shot] Arashi; So beautiful
Fandom: Arashi
Title: So beautiful
Pairing: Sakurai Sho x Aiba Masaki
Genre: smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He thought he was going to sleep, but God, he really wants to touch him.
Notes: Kindly beta-ed by my dear cry1baby *hugs* ♥
“Then you run from the left side, and you, Ohno, come from the right, and you have twelve seconds to cross the stage towards the middle,” Jun explains, pointing with his index finger at the spots in the stage blueprint lying on the table.
“And then we do the usual,” Sho says, drinking up his second coffee. “Alright.”
Ohno, who’s sitting across the table and hasn’t moved or said anything since Jun started his explanation for the last part of the concert they’re giving in barely 10 hours, just nods and smiles tiredly. Sho laughs and pats his shoulder. He’s so sleepy he could have said yes to anything, as his band mates have already confirmed millions of times.
“That’s all,” Jun dismisses them.
While he picks up the plans and stuff for tomorrow, Sho and Ohno get up from their seats and say good night to him. The youngest member smiles and waves at them as they walk towards the hotel elevator.
“You'd better get some good sleep,” Sho says, looking at how the leader can barely keep his eyelids from dropping.
“Try telling Nino yourself,” Ohno sighs, stopping in front of the room he shares with him and taking his key card out. “I bet he’s waiting for me fully awake. And if I’m sleepy tomorrow he’ll blame me for not being as good as he is at receiving instructions.”
“Good luck,” Sho answers, laughing again. “See you later.”
Sho searches for his own key card inside his pocket as he walks towards his room, at the opposite side of the corridor. He’s lucky he shares his room with Aiba this time. He knows by experience how given to staying up late Nino is, and how hard it is trying to sleep next to him when he’s determined not to let you do so. But sleeping together with Aiba is easier, as he usually falls asleep the moment his head touches a soft pillow.
However, when Sho slowly opens the door, trying not to make any loud noises, he finds the lights still aren’t off. He walks in carefully, on tiptoe, and takes a peek from the corner between the main entrance and the toilet door. Aiba is lying on his bed, apparently asleep. The only lightning in the room comes from the dim light of his bedside table lamp, so Sho has to squint to get a better look at him.
Aiba’s lying on his back. His naked chest, down to his waist, is uncovered by the sheets. Sho takes a step forward, and from this angle he can see he’s sitting on his elbows, his head drooping, chin resting on his chest. He must have had a shower, Sho thinks, incapable of taking his eyes off his roommate’s glistening, wet skin.
The newscaster takes a look at Aiba’s face for a second. He’s not sure if he’s sleeping or not, because his eyes are hidden under the shadow of his wet bangs. What he can see is his mouth and lips, half-parted and trembling with every breath he takes. A nightmare? Wait, how could he be sleeping in that strange position? Sho arches his eyebrows and, the moment he decides to finally go in and get a closer look at him, Aiba opens his eyes. Sho isn’t sure if he has noticed him or if he’s just coincidentally looking his way, but this dark, lustful, straight look freezes him. He crouches down and stays in that position, his heart suddenly racing, without losing sight of Aiba.
The man in the bed throws his head back at the same time he slightly raises his hips, letting out a small, low moan. He bits his lower lip, blinks and starts moving under the sheets. He changes his position, moving his right arm and placing his hand under the pillow, which causes another pillow on top of him to fall down to the floor.
Meanwhile, his left hand is moving up and down, stroking a bulge between his legs.
Sho gulps. This can’t be true. Not the situation in itself, because Aiba, after all, is a human being and has the same needs as everybody else, but how he can look so hot and beautiful at the same time. His curled toes are clutching at the sheets and wrinkling them, his long, slim legs are shaking, the muscles of his arms and neck are stiffening with every move, his hair is wild and messy and his face is contorted with pleasure; still, he looks beautiful to Sho, so beautiful, more than ever.
Aiba moans again, this time using his free hand to cover his mouth and stifle the sound. Sho gets up, slightly shaking, and looks down at his pants to notice he’s hard. In fact, he’s so turned on his throat is dry, and his eyes are almost popping out in Aiba’s direction. He can’t believe it, Aiba doing that to him, even if it was unintentional.
He thought he was going to sleep, but God, he really wants to touch him. He needs to fuck him.
He wants Aiba so bad he doesn’t wait and walks in, climbing into the bed before Aiba’s surprised eyes. They exchange a look for a second and Aiba nods, looking that way at Sho and making him shiver like before. Sho smirks, glad that they both had the same idea, and opens his legs to hover above him, leaning down to kiss him, sucking on his lower lip and playing with his tongue inside Aiba’s mouth.
Aiba’s hands travel fast under Sho’s t-shirt, pulling it up. The rapper raises his arms and helps him take it off, kissing his lips again when he’s half-naked. Then he moves a little backwards and carefully pulls back the sheets to discover Aiba’s beautiful erection. He looks up at his band mate’s face and sees him gulp, his eyes closed. Sho reaches his right hand and grabs Aiba’s wrists, holding his hands over his head.
“Sho-chan, quick,” he gasps. His breath is soft against the elder’s neck.
Staring at his tortured expression, Sho grabs his cock with his free hand and starts caressing it slowly, Aiba’s whole body is quivering under him. He looks at his heaving chest, wet with sweat (not with water, as he had thought before) and starts nibbling at his hard nipples, getting a moan out of Aiba’s lips. The younger man squirms and moves his hands as a signal for him to go faster and Sho complies, speeding up his pace while licking the other nipple with the tip of his tongue.
He stops for a second when he feels the precum wetting his thumb. The rapper is so hard already it aches, but he still holds it back and kisses Aiba again, jerking his dick even faster with his own desire. The younger man comes with a deep groan next to his ear, splashing all over his own stomach. Sho lets go of his dick slowly, now more worried about his own throbbing erection.
Aiba sits up under him and reaches to get some tissues from the bedside table.
“Naked,” he whispers, smiling at Sho.
Sho climbs off the bed and removes his pants and briefs at the same time, throwing them on his bed. Aiba finishes wiping himself and motions him to lie down on the mattress. Sho lies on his back, wincing when he feels Aiba’s skin brushing against his cock after he adopts the same position Sho was in before. Still not touching his hardened cock, the younger idol starts licking his index and middle finger lustfully, resting his other hand on the rapper’s chest.
“Oh, please,” Sho pleads him, unable to stand it anymore.
“Wait a minute,” Aiba replies, leaning forward to peck on his lips. The older man raises his head a bit so he can taste him better, but the younger one moves his head back.
Aiba lifts his butt and starts rubbing with his fingertips around his entrance, waiting a couple of seconds before finally sticking them in. His head droops, forehead pressed against Sho’s collarbone, while he stretches out his hole. The older man puts his hand in Aiba’s hair and softly strokes it, trying to be patient.
When he’s ready, the younger man takes Sho’s dick between his hands, breathes in and carefully sits on it. Sho moans a bit too loudly when he feels the delicious tightness and warmth clenching around his swollen cock and starts moving his hips, which makes Aiba have to adjust his pace to the rapper’s.
Sho makes an effort and sits up, closing his arms tightly around Aiba’s tremulous body. The younger man starts panting heavily when he hits his sweet spot repeatedly. Aiba buries his face in Sho’s nape and starts licking and biting his skin, sending even more shivers down the rapper’s spine.
Using the strength he has left, Sho pushes Aiba down and makes him spread his legs, so he’s on top again. He thrusts a little bit faster into him when he feels he’s almost there; at the same time, he kisses him as fiercely as at the start, Aiba’s arms holding him around his neck. Right after their lips part, Sho pulls out and comes all over his stomach.
Before lying down, he gets a new tissue and uses it to gently clean his mess. Aiba thanks him and tenderly kisses his cheek, covering both their bodies with the sheets. The newscaster turns off the lamp and collapses next to him, lightly pressing his lips against the birthmark on his shoulder before closing his eyes.
Sho laughs a bit before falling asleep. In the end, he will probably be as sleepy as Ohno in the morning.
Thanks for reading~
Title: So beautiful
Pairing: Sakurai Sho x Aiba Masaki
Genre: smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He thought he was going to sleep, but God, he really wants to touch him.
Notes: Kindly beta-ed by my dear cry1baby *hugs* ♥
“Then you run from the left side, and you, Ohno, come from the right, and you have twelve seconds to cross the stage towards the middle,” Jun explains, pointing with his index finger at the spots in the stage blueprint lying on the table.
“And then we do the usual,” Sho says, drinking up his second coffee. “Alright.”
Ohno, who’s sitting across the table and hasn’t moved or said anything since Jun started his explanation for the last part of the concert they’re giving in barely 10 hours, just nods and smiles tiredly. Sho laughs and pats his shoulder. He’s so sleepy he could have said yes to anything, as his band mates have already confirmed millions of times.
“That’s all,” Jun dismisses them.
While he picks up the plans and stuff for tomorrow, Sho and Ohno get up from their seats and say good night to him. The youngest member smiles and waves at them as they walk towards the hotel elevator.
“You'd better get some good sleep,” Sho says, looking at how the leader can barely keep his eyelids from dropping.
“Try telling Nino yourself,” Ohno sighs, stopping in front of the room he shares with him and taking his key card out. “I bet he’s waiting for me fully awake. And if I’m sleepy tomorrow he’ll blame me for not being as good as he is at receiving instructions.”
“Good luck,” Sho answers, laughing again. “See you later.”
Sho searches for his own key card inside his pocket as he walks towards his room, at the opposite side of the corridor. He’s lucky he shares his room with Aiba this time. He knows by experience how given to staying up late Nino is, and how hard it is trying to sleep next to him when he’s determined not to let you do so. But sleeping together with Aiba is easier, as he usually falls asleep the moment his head touches a soft pillow.
However, when Sho slowly opens the door, trying not to make any loud noises, he finds the lights still aren’t off. He walks in carefully, on tiptoe, and takes a peek from the corner between the main entrance and the toilet door. Aiba is lying on his bed, apparently asleep. The only lightning in the room comes from the dim light of his bedside table lamp, so Sho has to squint to get a better look at him.
Aiba’s lying on his back. His naked chest, down to his waist, is uncovered by the sheets. Sho takes a step forward, and from this angle he can see he’s sitting on his elbows, his head drooping, chin resting on his chest. He must have had a shower, Sho thinks, incapable of taking his eyes off his roommate’s glistening, wet skin.
The newscaster takes a look at Aiba’s face for a second. He’s not sure if he’s sleeping or not, because his eyes are hidden under the shadow of his wet bangs. What he can see is his mouth and lips, half-parted and trembling with every breath he takes. A nightmare? Wait, how could he be sleeping in that strange position? Sho arches his eyebrows and, the moment he decides to finally go in and get a closer look at him, Aiba opens his eyes. Sho isn’t sure if he has noticed him or if he’s just coincidentally looking his way, but this dark, lustful, straight look freezes him. He crouches down and stays in that position, his heart suddenly racing, without losing sight of Aiba.
The man in the bed throws his head back at the same time he slightly raises his hips, letting out a small, low moan. He bits his lower lip, blinks and starts moving under the sheets. He changes his position, moving his right arm and placing his hand under the pillow, which causes another pillow on top of him to fall down to the floor.
Meanwhile, his left hand is moving up and down, stroking a bulge between his legs.
Sho gulps. This can’t be true. Not the situation in itself, because Aiba, after all, is a human being and has the same needs as everybody else, but how he can look so hot and beautiful at the same time. His curled toes are clutching at the sheets and wrinkling them, his long, slim legs are shaking, the muscles of his arms and neck are stiffening with every move, his hair is wild and messy and his face is contorted with pleasure; still, he looks beautiful to Sho, so beautiful, more than ever.
Aiba moans again, this time using his free hand to cover his mouth and stifle the sound. Sho gets up, slightly shaking, and looks down at his pants to notice he’s hard. In fact, he’s so turned on his throat is dry, and his eyes are almost popping out in Aiba’s direction. He can’t believe it, Aiba doing that to him, even if it was unintentional.
He thought he was going to sleep, but God, he really wants to touch him. He needs to fuck him.
He wants Aiba so bad he doesn’t wait and walks in, climbing into the bed before Aiba’s surprised eyes. They exchange a look for a second and Aiba nods, looking that way at Sho and making him shiver like before. Sho smirks, glad that they both had the same idea, and opens his legs to hover above him, leaning down to kiss him, sucking on his lower lip and playing with his tongue inside Aiba’s mouth.
Aiba’s hands travel fast under Sho’s t-shirt, pulling it up. The rapper raises his arms and helps him take it off, kissing his lips again when he’s half-naked. Then he moves a little backwards and carefully pulls back the sheets to discover Aiba’s beautiful erection. He looks up at his band mate’s face and sees him gulp, his eyes closed. Sho reaches his right hand and grabs Aiba’s wrists, holding his hands over his head.
“Sho-chan, quick,” he gasps. His breath is soft against the elder’s neck.
Staring at his tortured expression, Sho grabs his cock with his free hand and starts caressing it slowly, Aiba’s whole body is quivering under him. He looks at his heaving chest, wet with sweat (not with water, as he had thought before) and starts nibbling at his hard nipples, getting a moan out of Aiba’s lips. The younger man squirms and moves his hands as a signal for him to go faster and Sho complies, speeding up his pace while licking the other nipple with the tip of his tongue.
He stops for a second when he feels the precum wetting his thumb. The rapper is so hard already it aches, but he still holds it back and kisses Aiba again, jerking his dick even faster with his own desire. The younger man comes with a deep groan next to his ear, splashing all over his own stomach. Sho lets go of his dick slowly, now more worried about his own throbbing erection.
Aiba sits up under him and reaches to get some tissues from the bedside table.
“Naked,” he whispers, smiling at Sho.
Sho climbs off the bed and removes his pants and briefs at the same time, throwing them on his bed. Aiba finishes wiping himself and motions him to lie down on the mattress. Sho lies on his back, wincing when he feels Aiba’s skin brushing against his cock after he adopts the same position Sho was in before. Still not touching his hardened cock, the younger idol starts licking his index and middle finger lustfully, resting his other hand on the rapper’s chest.
“Oh, please,” Sho pleads him, unable to stand it anymore.
“Wait a minute,” Aiba replies, leaning forward to peck on his lips. The older man raises his head a bit so he can taste him better, but the younger one moves his head back.
Aiba lifts his butt and starts rubbing with his fingertips around his entrance, waiting a couple of seconds before finally sticking them in. His head droops, forehead pressed against Sho’s collarbone, while he stretches out his hole. The older man puts his hand in Aiba’s hair and softly strokes it, trying to be patient.
When he’s ready, the younger man takes Sho’s dick between his hands, breathes in and carefully sits on it. Sho moans a bit too loudly when he feels the delicious tightness and warmth clenching around his swollen cock and starts moving his hips, which makes Aiba have to adjust his pace to the rapper’s.
Sho makes an effort and sits up, closing his arms tightly around Aiba’s tremulous body. The younger man starts panting heavily when he hits his sweet spot repeatedly. Aiba buries his face in Sho’s nape and starts licking and biting his skin, sending even more shivers down the rapper’s spine.
Using the strength he has left, Sho pushes Aiba down and makes him spread his legs, so he’s on top again. He thrusts a little bit faster into him when he feels he’s almost there; at the same time, he kisses him as fiercely as at the start, Aiba’s arms holding him around his neck. Right after their lips part, Sho pulls out and comes all over his stomach.
Before lying down, he gets a new tissue and uses it to gently clean his mess. Aiba thanks him and tenderly kisses his cheek, covering both their bodies with the sheets. The newscaster turns off the lamp and collapses next to him, lightly pressing his lips against the birthmark on his shoulder before closing his eyes.
Sho laughs a bit before falling asleep. In the end, he will probably be as sleepy as Ohno in the morning.
Thanks for reading~