ARASHI ANON KINK MEME!
ARASHI ANON KINK MEME!
In other words, porn. Kinky porn.
Anon is on, IP logging is off.
1) Request a pairing / threesome / whatever and a kink
2) No pedophilia, please
3) If you see a request you can answer, do it!
4) Have fun! Pimp this out!
5) This is a ARASHI MEME, so at least one person HAS to be a member of ARASHI. Other Japanese actors/musicians/ ( Read more... )
In other words, porn. Kinky porn.
Anon is on, IP logging is off.
1) Request a pairing / threesome / whatever and a kink
2) No pedophilia, please
3) If you see a request you can answer, do it!
4) Have fun! Pimp this out!
5) This is a ARASHI MEME, so at least one person HAS to be a member of ARASHI. Other Japanese actors/musicians/ ( Read more... )
He'd show the man what his training had accomplished, enjoying Sho's pleased groan as Jun took his half-hard cock into his hand. He slowly moved his hand up and down, getting Sho used to the sensation and altered friction. "Does it hurt? Is it too rough?" he asked, breaking their kiss briefly.
"Don't stop," Sho murmured, eyes shut as Jun did just as requested. Besides, Jun thought, Sho usually only complained when he forgot to take his rings off first. A little tape never hurt anyone.
"Someone could come in," he whispered in Sho's ear, "wouldn't it be embarrassing for someone to find us like this?"
Sho arched up into Jun's palm, gasping and demanding more. Sho's fingers were digging into his biceps in warning.
"You like that?" Jun asked, licking Sho's neck. "You like when someone might come in, and I won't let go of you?"
"Jun," Sho hissed, head knocking back against the glass in a way that would probably be funny if Sho wasn't so hard and wanting in his hand.
"You like it," Jun told him, feeling Sho tremble under his roughened touch. "You're going to come all over my hands. You can't help yourself."
"God damn it, Jun," Sho complained, trying to kiss him back into silence, but Jun turned his head so Sho's warm mouth dragged across his face instead. He was pretty sure he'd have the indentations of Sho's fingernails on his arms for days after this.
Jun released him suddenly, only running his thumb gently over the head of Sho's cock teasingly. Sho seemed stunned by the temporary reprieve, and it was all the distraction Jun needed. He grabbed hold of the back of Sho's head, fingers snarling in Sho's dark hair. He forced his mouth back to Sho's, taking all he wanted as he returned his hand to Sho's shaft, harder and faster and with little kindness.
He swallowed Sho's pleased gasp, feeling the other man come undone between himself and the glass. It was uncontrolled and kind of a mess as Sho's release hit both of their t-shirts and coated his taped palms.
"I'm sorry," Sho muttered. "Your fault."
Jun only chuckled, grabbing the towel he'd brought down to help clean them up. He started pulling the tape from his wrists, unraveling it with a bit more trouble than usual before burying it as best he could in the small trash can in the corner of the room. "You're staying over, I'll wash your shirt, too. Only because I'm feeling generous."
Sho zipped his jeans with a disgusted snort. He gestured to the glass behind them, seeing the numerous fingerprints marring the surface. "And what about that?"
"They have staff for that." Jun picked up Sho's bag and his own, hauling his bandmate away from the workout room. "Come on, I think we both need a shower."
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