Sleeping Beauty
title: sleeping beauty
pairing: takaki yuya/okamoto keito
rating: nc-17
genre: romance
word count: ~1,300 - oneshot
warnings: un-beta'd, sex, mpreg, OOC-ish?
summary: They love each other, they truly do. And here they show it.
author's note: I'm once again dedicating this to nanatorigawa, because she reason I now love j-pop. <3
Very lovey and cheesy and romantic and faslk;ajdf;lkdsa.....yeah...
Does not have anything to do with Sleeping Beauty, I just couldn't think of another name.
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Takaki’s feet were laying in the guitar player’s lap, being rubbed gently. His head rest back against the couch arm, eyes closed as soft mewls left his almost completely closed mouth.
“Don’t fall asleep, baby.” Somehow, his Japanese still didn’t sound right.
“I know, Kei-chan. But your hands are amazing!” Yuuya said appraisingly.
“So you’ve said before, and what just happens to be what got us into this predicament to begin with.” Takaki’s eyes opened slightly, looking at the guilt ridden face of his boyfriend of seven months.
“Kei-chan…” Takaki slipped his feet to the floor, using the back of the couch as leverage to sit up. When he struggled just slightly, Keito immediately supported him as he sat up. They both shared a small smile that spoke of everything on their minds.
Keito lift his hand up and tenderly laid it on Yuuya’s cheek. “I’m still so sorry, baby.” There was an unspoken emotion reflecting in his eyes. “I love you.”
No matter how many times Takaki heard that from him, it would never cease to stop his heart and take his breath away. He was about to reply but never got the chance as Keito once again took his breath away with a gentle kiss, making his toes curl in response.
Their mouths were connected sensually, tongues intermingling lightly. This lasted for minutes; for hours; for days. Forever in Takaki’s mind. Time had no relevance as they shared their love.
Takaki shifted slightly, his leg starting to go numb from the pressure and being still for so long. And just as he shifted a new feeling shot through his body, making him gasp in absolute surprise.
“Yuuya, what’s wrong?” Keito’s eyes immediately showed worry at the shocked expression marred on Takaki’s face.
“It’s…oh my god…it…”
“’It’ what? What’s wrong? Please, baby, talk to me.”
Takaki smiled joyously, moving his eye to focus on his boyfriend’s. “It kicked.”
The worry morphed into shocked surprise. “What?”
“The baby…it kicked. Feel.” Takaki took Keito’s hand from his face and laid it on his lower stomach, pressing down and watching his face as the guitarist looked at his bulging stomach.
Seconds later, another gasp echoed through the living room.
“Feel it?” Yuuya whispered.
Keito nodded.
“It’s so amazing.”
“I felt the baby kick…” Keito said in absolute amazement.
“You felt your baby kick,” the older one pointed out.
There was once again silence in the apartment.
“Oh my god…this is my baby, Yuuya. Our baby…”
Takaki just simply nodded.
Keito kissed him again, leaving one hand on his-their-baby while the other returned to Takaki’s face. The younger one kissed the other with more passion. He led the kiss, feeling more than ecstatic at the current moment. He moved his hand, lifting the loose shirt over the baby bump, letting Takaki take it off as he bent to press open mouthed kisses to it.
“God, Keito…I love you.” Keito let his eyes glance upward as he continued to kiss the other’s stomach, hands rubbing small circles on the taut skin.
He didn’t reply and instead continued to kiss Takaki’s skin. He couldn’t help but moan slightly as Yuuya’s hands ran through his hair, tugging only gently.
Keito let his hands skim across Takaki’s tender skin and to the band of his loose sweatpants.
“I hate these clothes.” Yuuya stated. “I look ugly.”
“I think you look amazing.”
Another smile shared.
Keito gently guided Takaki back into a laying position, running his rough fingers over his chest and stomach once more before hooking his fingers in the sides of his pants. Smiling up at his boyfriend, Keito pulled down the pants, aided by Takaki lifting his hips to allow them to slide down.
The first time Yuuya had been completely bare and exposed like this while his lover wasn’t, had been beyond embarrassing and catastrophic.
But not anymore, after so many times of being together, Yuuya simply laid there, naked and vulnerable.
Keito’s eyes roamed over Takaki’s body like they always did, skimming over every part of him like they did the first time and every time after that, and every time to come.
A few moments of simply gazing, Keito let his hand caress Takaki’s skin, spreading his legs while he let his hand wrap around the hardening shaft.
Moans continued to spill from his mouth as Keito’s hand leisurely stroked him to complete erection. His eyes had fallen shut, but he opened them to see Keito kneeling on the floor, pressing kisses to his protruding stomach while simultaneously stroking him.
“Baby…how do we do this?” The whisper seemed so loud to both of their ears after having been so quiet for so long.
Takaki used one hand to push Keito’s head away from his belly, and the other to stop his hand. He sat up; appreciating the help he received and stood, pulling the younger one up with him.
As they stood, they kissed momentarily. Takaki slid Keito’s shirt over his head, regretting having to break the kiss temporarily. Their lips were pressed together while Keito laid one hand on the junction between Takaki’s shoulder and neck, with the other one on his lower back, holding him close. Takaki pulled down the basketball shorts. He let them fall to the floor as he was pressed tighter to the built body. He felt lightly embarrassed to know he could never have a body like that.
Keito ran the hand on Takaki’s back up and down, while he trailed the other one to the round stomach, once again having a fulfilled feeling run through him.
“Yuuya, baby, you never answered my question.” The guitarist whispered almost silently, not parting their lips.
“Lay down.” It was a gentle order that the younger one didn’t mind obeying.
Once Keito laid down, he put one hand behind his head and waited patiently for his lover to sit on his lap.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to strain yourself…”
Takaki couldn’t help but smile endearingly. “I’m pregnant, dear, not cripple.”
They both chuckled before the air left both their lungs as Takaki slowly started to sink down onto Keito’s lap.
The reclining on went to sit up, eyes wide in fear.
“I’m fine. I’ve taken worse from you.” The older one smiled painfully.
A long time lapsed before Takaki relaxed and moaned in pleasure when he rocked his hips, testing himself as Keito finally let out a sigh in relief, pulling another smile from the other.
Yuuya slowly pressed off of Keito’s strong chest and fell back down just as slow.
They both moaned at the sensation.
The older one repeated the motion, his eyes falling shut in pleasure as he let his body feel the sensations. His senses being overwhelmed.
The feel of Keito’s damp skin under his palms.
Keito’s rough fingertips rubbing gently on his hips and thighs.
The sound of his own breath being drawn in.
Keito’s soft moans reaching his ears deliciously.
The smell of his conditioner as his hair fell into his face.
Keito’s cologne wafting through the air as he sweat.
It was all overloading his senses, along with the feel of Keito’s hard member sliding in and out of him, rubbing against his walls and hitting that mind-numbing spot inside of him.
Words seemed meaningless, none being able to portray how they felt about the other. So they settled with just feeling, hands never moving from skin and eyes not leaving each other.
Time slowed down and was completely pointless as they neared their climax, bringing each other to their peaks before falling back down together.
Keito had had to sit up to keep his lover steady as they both settled down off their orgasmic highs.
“I love you.” Yuuya said, leaning against the other.
“I love you, too.” Keito wrapped his arms around him, holding him as he slowly maneuvered them so Takaki was the one laying down. Once that was accomplished, he gently pulled out of him, causing him to moan in slight pleasure.
Keito went to get a wash clothe to wash off the remains of Takaki’s orgasm before he picked him up and easily carried him to the bed, laying down and holding the already sleeping beauty.
pairing: takaki yuya/okamoto keito
rating: nc-17
genre: romance
word count: ~1,300 - oneshot
warnings: un-beta'd, sex, mpreg, OOC-ish?
summary: They love each other, they truly do. And here they show it.
author's note: I'm once again dedicating this to nanatorigawa, because she reason I now love j-pop. <3
Very lovey and cheesy and romantic and faslk;ajdf;lkdsa.....yeah...
Does not have anything to do with Sleeping Beauty, I just couldn't think of another name.
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Takaki’s feet were laying in the guitar player’s lap, being rubbed gently. His head rest back against the couch arm, eyes closed as soft mewls left his almost completely closed mouth.
“Don’t fall asleep, baby.” Somehow, his Japanese still didn’t sound right.
“I know, Kei-chan. But your hands are amazing!” Yuuya said appraisingly.
“So you’ve said before, and what just happens to be what got us into this predicament to begin with.” Takaki’s eyes opened slightly, looking at the guilt ridden face of his boyfriend of seven months.
“Kei-chan…” Takaki slipped his feet to the floor, using the back of the couch as leverage to sit up. When he struggled just slightly, Keito immediately supported him as he sat up. They both shared a small smile that spoke of everything on their minds.
Keito lift his hand up and tenderly laid it on Yuuya’s cheek. “I’m still so sorry, baby.” There was an unspoken emotion reflecting in his eyes. “I love you.”
No matter how many times Takaki heard that from him, it would never cease to stop his heart and take his breath away. He was about to reply but never got the chance as Keito once again took his breath away with a gentle kiss, making his toes curl in response.
Their mouths were connected sensually, tongues intermingling lightly. This lasted for minutes; for hours; for days. Forever in Takaki’s mind. Time had no relevance as they shared their love.
Takaki shifted slightly, his leg starting to go numb from the pressure and being still for so long. And just as he shifted a new feeling shot through his body, making him gasp in absolute surprise.
“Yuuya, what’s wrong?” Keito’s eyes immediately showed worry at the shocked expression marred on Takaki’s face.
“It’s…oh my god…it…”
“’It’ what? What’s wrong? Please, baby, talk to me.”
Takaki smiled joyously, moving his eye to focus on his boyfriend’s. “It kicked.”
The worry morphed into shocked surprise. “What?”
“The baby…it kicked. Feel.” Takaki took Keito’s hand from his face and laid it on his lower stomach, pressing down and watching his face as the guitarist looked at his bulging stomach.
Seconds later, another gasp echoed through the living room.
“Feel it?” Yuuya whispered.
Keito nodded.
“It’s so amazing.”
“I felt the baby kick…” Keito said in absolute amazement.
“You felt your baby kick,” the older one pointed out.
There was once again silence in the apartment.
“Oh my god…this is my baby, Yuuya. Our baby…”
Takaki just simply nodded.
Keito kissed him again, leaving one hand on his-their-baby while the other returned to Takaki’s face. The younger one kissed the other with more passion. He led the kiss, feeling more than ecstatic at the current moment. He moved his hand, lifting the loose shirt over the baby bump, letting Takaki take it off as he bent to press open mouthed kisses to it.
“God, Keito…I love you.” Keito let his eyes glance upward as he continued to kiss the other’s stomach, hands rubbing small circles on the taut skin.
He didn’t reply and instead continued to kiss Takaki’s skin. He couldn’t help but moan slightly as Yuuya’s hands ran through his hair, tugging only gently.
Keito let his hands skim across Takaki’s tender skin and to the band of his loose sweatpants.
“I hate these clothes.” Yuuya stated. “I look ugly.”
“I think you look amazing.”
Another smile shared.
Keito gently guided Takaki back into a laying position, running his rough fingers over his chest and stomach once more before hooking his fingers in the sides of his pants. Smiling up at his boyfriend, Keito pulled down the pants, aided by Takaki lifting his hips to allow them to slide down.
The first time Yuuya had been completely bare and exposed like this while his lover wasn’t, had been beyond embarrassing and catastrophic.
But not anymore, after so many times of being together, Yuuya simply laid there, naked and vulnerable.
Keito’s eyes roamed over Takaki’s body like they always did, skimming over every part of him like they did the first time and every time after that, and every time to come.
A few moments of simply gazing, Keito let his hand caress Takaki’s skin, spreading his legs while he let his hand wrap around the hardening shaft.
Moans continued to spill from his mouth as Keito’s hand leisurely stroked him to complete erection. His eyes had fallen shut, but he opened them to see Keito kneeling on the floor, pressing kisses to his protruding stomach while simultaneously stroking him.
“Baby…how do we do this?” The whisper seemed so loud to both of their ears after having been so quiet for so long.
Takaki used one hand to push Keito’s head away from his belly, and the other to stop his hand. He sat up; appreciating the help he received and stood, pulling the younger one up with him.
As they stood, they kissed momentarily. Takaki slid Keito’s shirt over his head, regretting having to break the kiss temporarily. Their lips were pressed together while Keito laid one hand on the junction between Takaki’s shoulder and neck, with the other one on his lower back, holding him close. Takaki pulled down the basketball shorts. He let them fall to the floor as he was pressed tighter to the built body. He felt lightly embarrassed to know he could never have a body like that.
Keito ran the hand on Takaki’s back up and down, while he trailed the other one to the round stomach, once again having a fulfilled feeling run through him.
“Yuuya, baby, you never answered my question.” The guitarist whispered almost silently, not parting their lips.
“Lay down.” It was a gentle order that the younger one didn’t mind obeying.
Once Keito laid down, he put one hand behind his head and waited patiently for his lover to sit on his lap.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to strain yourself…”
Takaki couldn’t help but smile endearingly. “I’m pregnant, dear, not cripple.”
They both chuckled before the air left both their lungs as Takaki slowly started to sink down onto Keito’s lap.
The reclining on went to sit up, eyes wide in fear.
“I’m fine. I’ve taken worse from you.” The older one smiled painfully.
A long time lapsed before Takaki relaxed and moaned in pleasure when he rocked his hips, testing himself as Keito finally let out a sigh in relief, pulling another smile from the other.
Yuuya slowly pressed off of Keito’s strong chest and fell back down just as slow.
They both moaned at the sensation.
The older one repeated the motion, his eyes falling shut in pleasure as he let his body feel the sensations. His senses being overwhelmed.
The feel of Keito’s damp skin under his palms.
Keito’s rough fingertips rubbing gently on his hips and thighs.
The sound of his own breath being drawn in.
Keito’s soft moans reaching his ears deliciously.
The smell of his conditioner as his hair fell into his face.
Keito’s cologne wafting through the air as he sweat.
It was all overloading his senses, along with the feel of Keito’s hard member sliding in and out of him, rubbing against his walls and hitting that mind-numbing spot inside of him.
Words seemed meaningless, none being able to portray how they felt about the other. So they settled with just feeling, hands never moving from skin and eyes not leaving each other.
Time slowed down and was completely pointless as they neared their climax, bringing each other to their peaks before falling back down together.
Keito had had to sit up to keep his lover steady as they both settled down off their orgasmic highs.
“I love you.” Yuuya said, leaning against the other.
“I love you, too.” Keito wrapped his arms around him, holding him as he slowly maneuvered them so Takaki was the one laying down. Once that was accomplished, he gently pulled out of him, causing him to moan in slight pleasure.
Keito went to get a wash clothe to wash off the remains of Takaki’s orgasm before he picked him up and easily carried him to the bed, laying down and holding the already sleeping beauty.