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... )
“Come on!” Aiba urged, tugging on Jun’s hand and practically dragging him down the street, “I want to show you the park that I used to play at!” Aiba was practically bursting with excitement at the opportunity to spend a few hours in Chiba with Jun, no cameras, managers, or images to worry about.
Jun, however, wasn’t interested in any parks, especially when the sun was beating down and angry looking purple clouds were starting to roil in the distance, “Aiba, maybe we should just stick around your parents’ restaurant.” He said in a feeble attempt of protest, he knew that once Aiba was fixated on something, little could be done to sway him though.
“No way, we’re almost there” Aiba said, pulling him around a corner to reveal a small expanse of grass with a large playground, which was thankfully deserted. “Let’s swing!” he cried, dropping Jun’s hand and hurtling himself towards the swing set on edge of the grounds.
Jun sighed heavily, “It’s going to rain soon!” He called out, but the other man was far from caring, and already pumping his legs in a steady rhythm to gain height. Jun rolled his eyes and trudged over to the swing next to him; sweat beading between his shoulder blades and making them itch slightly. He sat down, planted his feet, and pushed off, slowly gaining a rhythm. He looked over at Aiba and laughed at the beaming smile that was plastered on his face, the sound bubbling out of his throat before he was aware of it.
Aiba laughed too, enjoying the way Jun’s expression had changed in an instant and reveling in the fact that he had caused such a shift, “See Jun-chan, I told you this park is magic!”
Jun laughed again, enjoying the way his movements were creating a reprieve from the staggering humidity of the costal prefecture, “That doesn’t change the fact that it’s still going to rain.”
It was as if the sky had heard him as a fat, wet raindrop hit Jun square in the forehead, “I told you! Now come on, let’s find somewhere to wait this out!” he screamed, dragging his feet through the mulch on the ground and feeling a tearing in his heart as his new boots were scuffed.
By the time Aiba had slowed his own swing, the rain was falling harder and Jun was looking even more flustered, swinging his head left and right to find some sort of shelter on the grounds. Settling on what appeared to be their best option, a sort of large plastic tube that connected two of the slide platforms to one another, Jun was the one pulling Aiba now, eager to get out of the cold cascade falling form the sky. He slipped slightly going up the metal stairs leading to their shelter, but Aiba was quick to steady him, his arms reaching out and encircling the younger man, preventing him from face planting into the metal grating. Jun muttered a quick “thanks” as he unceremoniously shoved the younger man into the plastic tube, climbing in after him.
Aiba sat, knees drawn up to his chin grinning at Jun he had about an inch of clearance between his head and the top of the tube, “Ah, I guess you were right about the rain, Jun-chan” he said with a breathy giggle which echoed oddly off of their plastic surroundings.
Something inside of Jun broke at that noise and a decade’s worth of feelings flooded over him. Aiba’s giggle turned into a small yelp of surprise as he found himself pinned beneath Jun, their lips crashing together in a burning kiss.
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“Jun,” Aiba breathed out on a moan, brain muddled as he tried to regain his bearings, “We, can’t-“ he tried again, voice breaking on a moan as Jun’s hand slid between them, palming his cock through his jeans. Aiba’s attempt at being the voice of reason failed miserably after that as he completely succumbed to the wishes of the other man, fisting his hands in Jun’s hair and dragging his mouth back so that their tongues battled one another in a fight for dominance.
Jun’s hand between them snaked up from the growing bulge in his jeans to the hem of his shirt, teasing his fingers against the heated flesh of Aiba’s abdomen before changing directions and making quick work of the button and fly of his jeans before sliding his hand down into the cotton of Aiba’s boxer-briefs, hand fisting around Aiba’s erection. Jun swallowed the next moan coming from Aiba, licking at his mouth and worrying the flesh of Aiba’s bottom lip as he slowly pumped his hand.
Aiba’s hips rocked against him, attempting to get as much friction as possible against Jun’s hand but Jun pulled his hand back, smiling at Aiba’s groan of protest, “Ju-Jun-chan, you shouldn’t start things you’re not going to finish.” Aiba panted beneath him, clearly frustrated by his partner’s actions.
Jun shook his head, smile growing, “I can’t let you have all the fun.” He chided gently, sitting back far enough to work the button and fly of his own jeans, pushing them and his boxers down his narrow hips to expose his neglected erection.
Aiba nodded eagerly, propping himself up on his elbows then reaching out his right hand to stroke Jun obediently, “You’re right, I was being selfish” he admitted, looking up at Jun through his eyelashes, “let me make it up to you?”
Jun smiled down at him, “How do you propose to do that?”
“Come here” Aiba said, removing his hand from Jun’s cock and beckoning him forward with a curl of his fingers.
Jun’s eyes darkened at the suggestion, “I like the way you think” he said lips quirking up into a grin and inching forward until Aiba’s lips were brushing the head of his cock.
Aiba smiled back at him proudly and then proceeded to wipe away any track of a grin on Jun’s face as he licked the tip of Jun’s cock, testing the saltiness of the pre-cum already beading there. “Umai” he breathed against him, and now it was Jun’s cry of “Fuck!” echoing in the chamber as the rain began to fall harder around them.
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Aiba blinked up at him, lips red and swollen; a slightly dazed look on his face, “What-?” he began, but was cut off by Jun.
“Lay back down” Jun commanded, moving back to straddle the other man’s hips. “This is going to be a little tricky…” Jun said, more to himself than Aiba as he glanced around him.
Aiba watched silently as Jun began to work out the equation, realization of what Jun intended, realization dawning on him only after Jun had his hands on both of his calves, urging him to bend his knees as he settled between them. “It’s not going to be comfortable for either of us,” Jun warned, needing to hunch over slightly so that he could kneel, the index, middle and ring fingers of his right hand disappearing into his mouth.
Aiba nodded vaguely, eyes fixated on Jun’s mouth as he began sucking lightly, coating his fingers for the impending actions. He followed Jun’s hand as it disappeared between them, and letting out a small hiss as Jun pressed the first digit into him. Jun stared down at him, his left hand coming up from where it rested on Aiba’s thigh to grasp his cock, tugging lightly to get Aiba’s mind off of the actions of his other hand. Seconds later he pressed the second digit in, scissoring his fingers gently, trying to prepare the man beneath him as best as possible under the circumstances. Jun winced a little in sympathy as Aiba let out a small whimper of pain. He added a slight twisting potion to the upward pull of his hand in an effort to further distract the man beneath him.
Jun continued his task, curling his fingers and adding a third, working them in and out until Aiba seemed to be rocking back against him, then he pulled them out, smiling a little at the grunt of disproval that escaped Aiba’s lips.
Jun leaned forward and kissed him again, sliding his tongue over Aiba’s and memorizing his taste before pulling back and aligning his cock with Aiba’s opening. He pushed in steadily, but slowly, whispering words of encouragement as Aiba’s eyes screwed shut against the intrusion, only stopping when he was surrounded by Aiba completely.
They stayed like that for several long minutes, Aiba’s breath coming in labored pants as his body adjusted, Jun leaning down and pressing chaste kisses against the inside of his thigh. “Jun, please, you have to move!” Aiba begged and it was all the permission Jun needed before pulling himself out almost completely then thrusting back in, hard.
The rain outside of their shelter picked up pace, and amplified by the tube it was almost deafening as it poured down around them.
Aiba cried out, pain mixing with pleasure as Jun setting a brutal pace after having waited so long. He snapped his hips, finding Aiba’s prostate fairly easily and relishing in the noises it drew from him. “Fuck, Masaki…you’re so fucking tight, I can’t-I’m going to-Agh” he cried, pulling out as the orgasm rock his body, spilling himself all over the back of Aiba’s things and across his belly and cock. Jun panted, and then leaned forward, slipping his mouth over Aiba’s cock and tasting himself on the flesh. He hollowed his cheecks, sucking hard, eager to make Aiba feel just as good as he did. Aiba came with a stragled cry, and Jun savored the taste of his seed mixing with his own.
Jun collapsed on him, nuzzling into the crook of Aiba’s neck, licking at his collarbone lightly, “Mmm, maybe this place is magical.” He said thoughtfully, drawing another echoing laugh from the other man.
(Sorry, I seem to suck at endings)
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I liked it a lot, thank you!
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This anon thing can get confusing D:
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