Polaroids
Title: Polaroids
Chapter: Oneshot
Pairing: Shou x Tora…hell yes!
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fluffy smut/Smutty fluff
Warnings: male x male, smut, foul language, pwp.
Summary: The things that happen behind closed doors at photo studios…
Comments: Don't panic people, I'm still writing Vital Signs, this is just an interlude. This is what happens when I get a good prompt, this time gracefully offered by the "Piece of 5ive Elements" post over at King-x-Queen. Seriously, I call this "insta-fic" it just pops into my brain and has to get written. It just takes priority over everything else, in this particular case, sleep. I can't even believe I worked for two days with those visuals in my brain…enjoy!
***
Shou had been relentless. Picking outfits, models, locations, everything. He wanted his photo book to be perfect. So far he was happy with the results: snappily dressed Hiroto, with his cool braided hair, having some sort of love affair with his flaming guitar. Nao, all silver hair and eyes, surrounded by gorgeous blooms, playing some strange hide-and-seek game with a little girl in red. Saga as the sexy lover boy, all alone in his luxurious hotel room, with only his gorgeous reflection, and an equally lonely shower head, for company. He was even happy with his own photoshoot, all blue tones and oceanic overlays, eyes filled with longing at those free creatures swimming across the frames.
But he had saved the tiger for last.
He wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe because finally giving the fans a glimpse of how sexy and sensual the gorgeous guitarist actually was would be a fitting end to a project he had poured his heart and soul into in the last few weeks. After all this hard work, it would feel like a treat to see his closest friend finally act out the vision that he had for him. So he saved Tora for last, getting to the studio early in the morning, wearing a simple pair of dark jeans, red sneakers, and a white tee, to oversee the preparation of the set, the make-up and hair, and the outfits he had meticulously selected.
The photographer arrived first, with his coterie of assistants, hairdressers, make up artists. They started their preparations, setting up the lighting, the tapestried backdrop and all the props that Shou had selected, asking him to supply them with instructions. He complied happily, making sure that the set was to his liking, as the hairdressers, stylists and make-up artists laid out the tools of their trades. Combs and brushes, palettes, foundations, beautiful hair ornaments for the girls, stylish jewelry for him. Shou let his eyes wander on the accessories table, fingers coming to graze a solid silver tiger pendant. It would look so perfect, hanging off that smooth white throat…
The photographer interrupted the happy and oddly exciting thoughts he was entertaining about Tora's pale, fine-grained skin, asking him what he wanted as a second set. The intricate, tea house inspired set was lovely, but they had also discussed about a set of slightly less gaudy pictures. He thought of those amber gems that Tora had for eyes, of that wild raven hair, the lily-white skin…
"How about a simple, scarlet backdrop? It would be simple, but it would fit nicely with the theme no? And it would look good with the outfits too."
The slim, long-haired photographer nodded. He was young, but his work was impeccable. His lavish portfolio had caught Shou's eye right away, eager as he was to promote fresh talent. He hoped that with his patronage, the young man would go far.
"That's a good idea, and easily done too…Fumiko!" he called out for his assistant, "Go to the fabric store next door and buy a few yards of scarlet linen for a backdrop…"
"Sure thing!" the young, trendily dressed girl replied, rushing out of the studio.
The photographer turned to Shou again, gesturing at the laid out set.
"How do you like it so far?"
"Looks awesome, I can't wait for Tora to see it. I haven't told him anything yet so this is a bit of a surprise for him." he revealed excitedly, making the photographer smile wryly.
He had seen him fiddle with that pendant, longing plain on his features. The singer wasn't fooling anyone but himself about his feelings, as far as he was concerned. But it wasn't his place to point that out, not yet at any rate.
"I bet he's gonna love it. Which brings me to another point. We haven't really discussed your vision in details yet. What are you picturing in your mind, say we had a scenario about this whole photoshoot."
Shou considered for an instant, sorting through the images he had in mind.
"Well, I'm picturing Tora as some sort of young, yakuza boss, with two beautiful concubines vying for his affection. He has this aristocratic, noble look about him already, I think we should capitalize on that aspect. Very beautiful and elegant, but with a hint of arrogance underneath it."
"Sounds good, very sexy…"
"Tora is a very sexy man. I want the whole world to see that side of him, just as well as I have."
"Well well," the photographer teased, "sounds like you've seen a fair bit of his sexy side…"
And he had. Every day, for years now. Tora was so unconsciously sexy that he even made slurping on noodles sensual. He should be used to it by now. So why did that thought make his face feel hot all of a sudden?
***
Tora and the two models arrived at the same time, causing a bit of commotion in the studio. The girls rushed to the clothing rack, babbling excitedly about the lush kimonos that the stylists had sourced for them. They were pretty girls, one dark haired, the other a redhead, with delicate features that would fit the geisha aesthetics just fine. Tora came in right on their heels, his black hair still mussed from sleep, wearing his favourite pair of shades, cuffed grey jeans and a black knit sweater. His normal, casual everyday attire, simple, but that looked so damn good on his muscular, tall frame. Tora ambled over to his best friend first, crossing the length of the studio with a few strides of his endless legs, before enfolding the slightly shorter vocalist in a warm hug that felt so full of honest affection that Shou felt the blood rush to his face again. What was up with him today?
"Hey," the tall guitarist breathed, patting Shou's back before the both of them parted, a bright smile on his full mouth, "how have you been? Its been too long…"
They hadn't seen each other for a week, the both of them too busy to catch up like they usually did. Clearly they had felt the strain, because they hugged again briefly, the both of them smiling.
"I'm good. Tired." Shou replied, delighting in that warm contact between their bodies, before they parted again, "What have you been up to?" he asked, grabbing on to Tora's arm to drag him towards the dressing area, where the two girls were still giggling and babbling as the stylists measured them for a few last minute adjustments.
"Resting. I wrote a new guitar riff too, I should make you hear it, I think it has the potential to become a good song."
Trust Tora to spend his days off writing new material. He was a bit of a workaholic.
"How about we go to your place and check it out after this? We could grab beers and some takeout. It feels like it's been ages since the last time we've done that." Shou proposed, finally reaching the rack where all the clothing he had picked was neatly hung on hangers.
"Let's, I've been missing our one on ones." he replied, a fondness in his voice that made Shou's heart beat a little faster in his chest.
Tora took off his sunglasses, revealing his gold-flecked amber eyes, and immediately picked up a charcoal grey jacket with a silver snakeskin collar, fingertips caressing the smooth italian knit.
"That's lovely…"
Shou grinned, picking up the rest of the outfit.
"How about you go and put it on? See how it fits."
Tora chuckled, taking the pile from Shou's arms.
"I trust you, you've known me long enough to know my everything. Including my size." he teased, turning towards the bathroom to change, completely missing the fact that Shou had turned ten shades of red at the playful allusion.
The photographer, however, had not neglected to miss the little exchange, a devious smirk quirking his mouth. It wouldn't be too hard for him to help things along for the tall vocalist who was doing so much to help him with his career. The least he could do was to help him see what was plain as day for everyone around them.
***
"So," Tora asked as a hairstylist artfully tousled his hair, just a slightly cleaned up version of the bedroom hair he had shown up with, "what role am I playing for you today?"
Shou, who was overseeing the girls being made up, turned to him with a slight smile quirking his mouth.
"Nothing too far from the real you…"
"Meaning?"
"A young, sexy, slightly arrogant yakuza boss, his two concubines competing for his affections."
Tora snorted.
"How is that any close to my real self?"
"I'd say that the sexy, arrogant parts suit you just fine. That and having everyone fight over your attention…"
It was Tora's turn to blush, beautifully, a soft pink tinting his high cheekbones, the slender bridge of his nose. He couldn't retaliate to Shou's teasing, the makeup artist having replaced the hairstylist, already busying herself with concealer and powder. Shou observed as the skilled girl accentuated Tora's features, without making the makeup seem girly or obvious. She contoured his gorgeous eyes with a bit of brown shadow, deepening the crease, giving his gaze a sultry, hooded look. She darkened his lash-line with a hint of eyeliner pencil, then curled and coated his actual lashes with dark mascara, before lining his mouth with a nude lip pencil. She finished it off with a touch of matte, nude pink lipstick, making that already full mouth curvier, lush and so goddamn kissable. She was commenting on his natural good looks the whole time, on how perfect his skin and brows were, and laughed at how it took her about five minutes to make him presentable, whereas she had worked a good hour on each girl, making the two boys snicker. It wasn't the first time either of them heard that from a makeup artist…
When Shou had deemed that all of them were ready, they took place on that ornate set, Tora comfortably sprawled between the two girls, immediately jumping into character. It made Shou smirk, thinking back on how he'd denied that this whole arrogant, hot-blooded boy persona was unlike him. Shou knew him well. The photographer and Shou himself barely had to give them any directions, as they executed pose after pose, Tora's moves becoming more daring and sultry as he grew comfortable, some of his heated gazes directed at the blushing vocalist rather than at the camera, or at the girls like he was supposed to. Again and again their eyes would meet, making Shou blush, sweat breaking on his forehead as he tried to keep himself from getting distracted, forcing himself to look at the shots appearing gradually on the side screen rather than at the scene unfolding before him. Tora was so goddamn beautiful, it was hard to tear his eyes away. He was starting to feel quite jealous of the two girls too, as they shamelessly rubbed their hands all over his chest, arms, thighs...giving him the sudden urge to just jump in and take their groping fingers from his tiger. His tiger? Since when had he become so possessive?
They took a quick break for everyone to stretch, the makeup artists and hairstylists coming in to retouch their work, giving Shou an excuse to down a bottle of water in a few quick gulps, feeling completely dehydrated from the sweat that had broken down his back at the sensual display that Tora was offering. He went over to the screen, reviewing the shots with the photographer, who was clearly pleased with the work they had done so far.
"Look at these shots…" the photographer pointed to a section where Tora was just mesmerizing the two girls, looking every bit the part of the yakuza patron as he lounged on the tapestried cushions, the redhead rubbing herself against him like a cat as he looked in the distance, simply beautiful in his carelessness.
"He is so photogenic and gorgeous…you really chose the theme well, he's taking to it like a fish to water…"
Shou was mesmerized by those eyes, sultry and so seductive. He could already picture the hordes of fangirls this little project would bring to Tora alone. He chuckled, pointing to a shot where the raven haired guitarist was eyeing the camera dead on, one side of his face obscured by smooth strands of silky hair, fingers resting on that partly open mouth, the two girls beside him an afterthought. It was a gorgeous shot, sexy as hell.
"Looks like he's trying to seduce the camera on this one…"
The clueless assumption had the photographer chuckling as well.
"Awww Shou-kun! So innocent…Its not the camera he's trying to seduce on that one, its you."
Shou gave him a sharp look, bewildered.
"What?"
"Don't you remember, you took that shot. You were telling him to look at you…"
Comprehension dawned on the vocalist's features, pink blush blooming on his cheekbones. The photographer patted his back comfortingly before calling a lunch break out loud, making everyone cheer. Shou smacked him on the shoulder.
"What are you doing?" he hissed, "we aren't done!"
The photographer dropped the studio keys on the table, winking at the bewildered vocalist.
"I think that the team here is done. You two on the other hand…" he eyed Tora, who was stretching his arms behind his back, looking relieved, "have some extra work to do. I'm leaving the camera and the equipment, two hours should be enough ne? You two can do some shots one on one…"
And with that said, he gathered the staff and models and cleared the studio, leaving the annoyed vocalist and curious guitarist alone. Tora turned to Shou with a playful glint in his amber eyes.
"What the hell was that about? Aren't we allowed a lunch break too…"
"We have some close ups to do, and…and…well, the…the photographer thought that, well…we'd do better one on one, since…since its my vision, you know…" he stammered, his nervousness taking over.
Tora sighed in pleasure, stretching again, showing a smooth band of fair, tattooed skin between the waistband of his trousers and the hem of his shirt. That mere sliver of perfect skin had Shou feel all hot and bothered.
"Good. Seriously those girls had no shame…I'm pretty sure one of them was reaching for my cock at some point…"
"Can you blame them? Look at yourself…" Shou mumbled, shuffling over to the red backdrop.
"What did you say?" Tora asked, a devious grin on his gorgeously lush mouth.
"Nothing. Get your ass over here…"
The sooner he was done with this, the sooner Tora would be out of those fancy clothes, and thus out of his perverted brain. Maybe he could convince him to let him take a shower at his place, a cold shower. As cold as it could get.
***
From the poses and the heated looks that the tall guitarist was gracing him with, Shou was starting to wonder if the raven-haired guitarist had an hidden agenda.
He stood behind the tripod, quiet, snapping away at all the beauty the guitarist gave him, trying his best not to get flustered. And failing miserably as he felt his palms get clammy, skin erupting with goosebumps with each new sexy pose. If the tall man was trying to seduce him, well, it was working...
They had moved over to the red backdrop, clashing beautifully with his dark hair and clothing, the warmth of the red behind him tinting his eyes with tawny hues, dark gold like old whiskey. The warm up poses had been just fine, but now that he had once again gotten comfortable, the way he touched himself, back arching, fingers trailing down the open neck of his shirt, all the while his gorgeous eyes dared him to do something, anything, had Shou sweating and flushed. And so fucking hard in those tight jeans that no amount of fidgeting, dancing from one foot to the other, could relieve the pressure.
He bit at his lower lip when Tora's fingers slipped up to caress his own full lips, biting at his fingertips seductively with that small row of even teeth, eyes filled with a lust-tinted playfulness that had Shou so excited he could barely focus on the shots he was absentmindedly taking. Good shots too, not that he cared, so entranced by the sight before him.
He immediately knew something was up with Tora when the man started to slowly shrug out of the jacket, and then undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, slowly, a devious quirk twisting that sexy mouth.
"What are you doing?" Shou made himself ask, voice hoarse with a mixture of prolonged disuse and sheer want, despite the fact that he very much wanted this to continue.
The pure lust in his voice made Tora smile in earnest, as he kept undoing his shirt, fingers starting to reveal that tight, muscular stomach in the slowly widening opening.
"I think I gave enough to the fangirls today. This is for you…all for you." he explained simply, reaching the last button, popping it undone, "Do you really think I haven't noticed how you devoured me with your eyes today, how they darkened with lust every time I tried to seduce you, and with anger at those girls when they touched me, in places that you wish you could touch…"
Had he really been that obvious? He couldn't refrain from hissing when Tora eased the shirt off broad shoulders, down his toned arms, revealing the slender, pale, lean-muscled chest and stomach that he usually kept to himself, only wearing that silver pendant around his pale throat. The tattoo between his sharp hipbones entranced him, eyes following those angled lines that disappeared in the belted waistband of his trousers. He set the camera to take pictures automatically, and left it there on the tripod, forgotten, as he moved to the edge of that red fabric, eyes so full of desire for that tall man still undressing that they were nearly black.
Tora paused, hands settled on his belt buckle, studying Shou from beneath lowered lashes, that beautiful mouth still quirked at the corners.
"Please…please don't stop…" Shou begged, before his brain even registered what his mouth was asking.
Tora's eyes met his then, banked heat and pure desire, but with a hint of fragile uncertainty underneath it all.
"Do you want this? Do you want me?" Tora breathed, looking so eager and vulnerable all of a sudden that Shou had to stop and think.
Did he want this? Did he really want the man standing there in front of him, slowly undressing for his hungry eyes. Was it just lust? He played and replayed all of their friendship through his brain at the speed of light: their awkward first meeting, shared teenage angst, moving on from failed bands, drinking, often too much, passing out on each other's futons, watching horror flicks, eating ramen, meeting Nao and Saga and Hiroto, reaching success. Tora. Tora's eyes, mouth, hands, skin…His laughter, his velvet caress of a voice, his comforting presence, his endearing clumsiness. Tora was the constant in his life that he never, ever wanted to go away.
Yes. He wanted this. With more than just body, but with heart, mind and soul.
"Gods…" Shou whispered, crossing those few steps that separated him from smooth skin and eager eyes, reaching for that gorgeous face with both hands, tilting it down a fraction towards his, "yes…yes I want you…so goddamn much…" he managed before claiming that tempting mouth with his own.
Their kiss consumed them both, Tora moaning low in his throat when Shou's tongue slipped past his lips to tangle with his own eagerly, hands slipping down the angle of his jaw, down his neck to his chest, caressing every inch of that offered skin.
Shou wanted him, and he wanted him now, splayed on those lavish silks from the other set. He parted from the kiss, reluctantly, panting hard. Tora wasn't faring any better, eyes blazing, short of breath, hands pulling at Shou's tee to work it off his slender chest. He succeeded, before being dragged over to the other set by an eager Shou, mouths meeting, hands groping, the both of them nearly tripping on the scattered props. They reached the tea house set, Shou's hands coming down to undo Tora's belts as his mouth latched on the guitarist's erect nipple, making the taller man groan with need, skilled fingers burying themselves in Shou's light brown hair, urging him to continue.
"Gods…Shou…" he breathed when the vocalist's fingers finally freed him from his trousers, and tight briefs, wrapping around his leaking cock without second thoughts.
He let go of the nipple, pushing down on Tora's shoulders to get him to kneel, and then recline on the scattered bolts of silk, gasping at how beautiful the tall, naked but for the necklace guitarist looked, his pale skin contrasting with the brightly coloured, luxurious fabrics underneath him. His hands paused on the closure of his own jeans, completely mesmerized when Tora, noticing that he had a most captive audience, started to caress his chest, stomach, lower belly in slow strokes. His back arched, sighing blissfully, legs parting when he reached between his thighs, giving his erection a few leisurely caresses, Shou's mouth draining of all moisture at the sight.
"Tora…good lord. Do you even have any idea how fucking sexy you are? Here, I'll capture it now, just for you to see later…"
Shou picked up the polaroid camera that the stylists used for their snapshots, taking image after image, scattering polaroids on the floor around him as the guitarist, only feeling more aroused at the thought of exposing himself in such a lewd manner, kept his own little show going on with renewed enthusiasm, moaning, arching, panting, biting at his lower lip eagerly.
Shou's free hand slipped down his lower belly, pulling down the zipper of his tight jeans, freeing his aching cock from the constricting fabric with a sucked in breath. He stroked himself, only pausing to pull out the polaroids as he snapped them. He knelt on the silks between Tora's legs, leaning forward to catch one last close up of that gorgeous face before putting down the camera beside them, focusing on the man offering his body to him with his own eyes. He moved Tora's hands from his own cock, replacing them with his own as he stroked the guitarist two handed, making the raven-haired pant and moan, hips bucking up to meet each caress. As much as he loved this, however, Shou felt like he had held back enough for one day. He'd had enough with art. All that he wanted now was something less refined, rougher, a need for tight flesh all around his own that needed to be satisfied. He hitched one of Tora's long legs on his shoulder, raising the tall man's hips off the ground to shove a cushion underneath them. The tall raven-haired chuckled.
"I was picturing this whole thing reversed…"
It was Shou's turn to chuckle as he nodded negatively, still stroking Tora's cock one handed as he angled the guitarist's lower body to his liking.
"Oh no…not after teasing me like that, with your eyes begging me to come fuck you. Not after turning this entire photoshoot in hours long, public foreplay…" Shou growled, tightening his grip on Tora's cock, making the other hiss and arch in utter delight.
"Did you hear me complain? The mere idea of you being so…dominant. Of you…taking me, nearly has me coming all over myself already…" he purred, amber eyes flaring with excitement.
"Good, because I intend to pound you hard until you beg for release…"
"Fuck…Shou…" he groaned, both at the words and the sight of the vocalist shoving two fingers in his hot mouth, lavishing them with his tongue, coating them with saliva.
His wet fingers probed gently underneath the tight balls, his other hand relentlessly stroking him, finding that puckered opening, already contracting with pleasure. He slipped his moist fingertips in the tight opening, hissing at the searing heat he found there, Tora's head falling back against the gathered silks.
"Oh…fuck. Gods." Tora panted, hands sliding all over his muscular torso in smooth caresses, "More…give me more, please…" the tall man purred, lower back arching, opening himself to the eager vocalist.
Shou pushed his fingers deeper inside, slowly, past that tight ring of muscle to bury his fingers to the hilt in his heat, making Tora moan and writhe. And despite the vulnerable position he was in, he was still managing to make the vocalist nearly lose all control over himself, amber eyes glittering, sucking at his full lower lip. Shou couldn't hold back a moan of his own when the tall man's fingers started to tease his own erect, pale pink nipples, all the while biting the fingertips of his other hand, eyes half closed in pleasure.
That lean-muscled, pale body, wantonly laid out like an offering on those luxurious silks…it made Shou want to put far more than his fingers in that tight hole.
"Fuck me…with your fingers…" Tora whispered, letting go of his own nipples to lift his upper body, leaning on bent elbows and forearms, eyes so full of lust they were more black than amber.
Shou took a deep breath, pulling out his fingers a fraction before pushing them back in, slowly. He was taking it easy on the tiger, because he knew he had to, but he wouldn't, couldn't wait long. Not in the state of pure desire he was in. He started moving his fingers faster, making the raven-haired moan with sheer pleasure, moans turning into cries when he started scissoring him, stretching him to accommodate his aching cock. He would have to be satisfied, soon.
"I can't…I can't be gentle…" he panted, reaching blindly with his free hand on the table behind him, where he had left his tube of hand cream earlier.
It was thick and unscented, not the best lube ever, but it would have to do. It would be better than saliva.
"I don't want you to be…not now. I want you rough, and hard, filling me, possessing me…I want to feel like I belong to you…" Tora murmured, with such fragile longing in his sultry, breathy voice that Shou paused, putting down the tube of cream beside him, reaching for that gorgeous face as he leaned forward, capturing his mouth with his own.
They kissed, mouths eager, Tora letting out a soft whimper when Shou's fingers pulled out of him, reaching down to coat his leaking cock with the thick fluid. He guided his aching erection to the stretched opening, parting from the kiss to lose himself in the tiger's eyes. Those eyes. They had hooked him right in the very second they had met. And now, to see them so full of desire for him, to have that beautiful face so close to his own, those full lips swollen from his kisses…it was nearly enough to undo him completely.
What was enough was that beautiful voice, lips whispering against his own.
"Take me Shou…please…make me yours…"
He groaned as he claimed that full mouth again, eyes closing as the broad tip of his erect cock was swallowed in tight heat, Tora's hips bucking up to meet his thrust with a low moan of satisfaction. He let that tight heat swallow him whole, shoving the rest of his length inside him smoothly, making sweat break on both their bodies as their mouths parted, Tora falling back on the thick silks with a groan of pleasure. Shou hitched both his legs around his waist, hips rocking as he claimed the raven-haired man's body with his own, burying himself to the hilt in his blissfully tight opening. It felt so fucking good, to be encased so perfectly, to have the tall man arching and moaning underneath him, that sinful mouth whimpering and begging.
"Harder…oh gods…harder…"
What was he to do but to indulge him, hips bucking as he rammed his cock hard inside the guitarist, whose hand had dropped down to his leaking cock, lavishing it with caresses, tugging on it with each thrust of Shou's hips between his thighs. All that friction was driving the sweaty, moaning guitarist so close to the edge he barely had enough breath to sigh Shou's name when the vocalist's cock hit his prostate, making his entire body tense in a tight arc.
"Oh Shou…there…right there…yes…" he breathed, jerking his cock hard, moaning incoherently when Shou grabbed him by the shoulders, bringing their torsos and mouths together, intensifying the pressure on that most tender spot.
Shou's mouth devoured his, arms slipping around his slender waist, holding him so close that the friction between their lower bellies was enough, allowing the guitarist to let go of his straining cock to hold his lover equally close, hands cupping Shou's jaw as their mouths fused. Until they were both out of breath again, Tora's hands sliding down Shou's back as the vocalist's mouth pressed hard against his shoulder, fingers digging in his lower back.
"Come…please come for me. Now, right now." Shou whispered against his skin, so close to the edge he could taste it in his mouth.
Tora came undone at the words, his entire body tensing, contracting to a near painful tightness around Shou's cock in his ecstasy, spending himself between their bodies, slicking both their stomachs with burning hot seed. His blunt nails scraped at Shou's back as he cried out the vocalist's name with sheer abandon, dragging him right along in his climax. Shou felt that searing heat race throughout his body, urgent, demanding, from his tailbone to his toes, and back up to fry every single neurone he had left in his brain. His cock twitched and swelled, and with a final raw thrust he spilled his hot pleasure deep inside Tora's shuddering body, his vision turning to a bright white haze as he let go of everything but the blissful climax devouring him whole.
***
They lay entwined in the silks, pale limbs entangled, Shou's head of mussed, tawny hair wedged underneath Tora's chin as he lay on top of him, hips cradled between the taller man's bent legs, the both of them basking in the afterglow. And their newly found love as well, as Tora playfully traced drawings on the sweat damp skin of Shou's smooth back with his callused fingertips, making him guess each time. He had just drawn a heart, right in the dip between Shou's shoulder blades, making the vocalist grin.
"That was a heart ne?"
"It was. Guess this one now…"
The skilled fingers wrote this time, in simple kana, Shou's eyes closing to better focus on each stroke. What he felt made his chest tighten.
Kimi wo aishiteru…
"Do you mean it?"
Tora's slender arms wrapped tight around his body, holding him close.
"Every stroke, every word." was the simple reply.
It was enough. It would always be enough.
Shou smiled, reaching for the polaroid camera once more.
"Alright then. Lets celebrate with more pictures, shall we?"
***
The photographer came back to the studio much later, guessing that he was done for the day when Shou had texted him earlier in the afternoon.
I think were gonna finish on our own, thanks for the help ;) You can come pick up your stuff around dinner time, we'll be done by then…
He'd grinned as he read it, dismissing everyone for the day, hoping that his slight push had given some results.
He entered the studio, looking around for any signs of someone still being there, and was only met by silence. He walked over to his equipment, that had been nicely packed away already. The clothes were on the racks, the set cleaned up. The only thing left was his laptop, which he flipped open, only to find a folded piece of paper with his name neatly printed on it. Curious, he unfolded it. A polaroid fell out on the keyboard, and he picked it up, grinning. It was one of those poorly framed self-photos, but it was the subject matter that was important in the particular instance. The picture had framed out the top of their faces, and all you could see was two half naked bodies, from what he could see at least, entangled on the silken floor of the tea house set, and the lower part of their faces, mouths meeting in a tender kiss. It would have been impossible to tell who the two protagonists were at a quick glance. But he definitely knew who those two were. He finally got to the note, and groaned with annoyance as his eyes reached the last line.
Well, I guess we both have to thank you. I suppose it took an outsider to see what was right in front of our eyes, how fitting that the very outsider is a pro at noticing even the slightest detail…Here is a little souvenir, you know, just to prove that you have great insight…thank you so much…
Ohhh p.s. this is embarrassing as hell, but some of that silk is gonna need some dry cleaning…and deluxe stain removal…ha…
***
Ahhhh exhales and stretches. I just love seme Shou. It really doesn't get written often enough, which is annoying because when it is, its almost always ShouPon. I just like the idea of Tora being vulnerable, and open and…unf…dominated…huieqvbhvbqh!!!! Ahem…back on track...this took so much longer than planned to write, fuuuuuck! I hate real life, really. Can you imagine, I had this little gem 48 hours in my goddamn brain, at work nonetheless, until I actually had *coughsmadecoughs* the time to write it tonight. I'm so glad I did though, its gonna earn me Swoon21's unending love and affection (Ahem...EPIC FAIL since she's not hot for seme-Shou...*gets bricked*), which is all sorts of awesome (NOT since it didn't work...XD) Anyway, I have her and her good work to thank for this idea since one of her posts prompted it…Let me know if you likey in ze comments below :) love ya'll xoxoxoxo