i'm still sort of laughing
About how I didn't fill any KAT-TUN prompts on the New Years anonymeme. Here are the two I did all by myself.
My prompt was Massu/anyone, wet.
Dirty Boys
Tegoshi/Massu
R
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Massu is sweaty and exhausted, adrenaline waning after another successful concert. All he really wants to do is shower and then fall into the plush sheets of his bed.
Even with locks on the hotel room door, and the bathroom, somehow Tegoshi manages to sneak in, every single time. Massu thinks he charms room keys from front desk staff, but it’s still a mystery as to how he unlocks the bathroom doors in every hotel they stay at.
However Tegoshi manages to do it doesn’t really matter; it’s now a fact of Massu’s life that when they’re on tour, Tegoshi will generally do what he wants when he wants once they arrive at their accommodations. What this means for Massu is that Tegoshi enjoys sneaking into the shower stall with him, pressing against his back and sliding arms around him in the name of “stress relief.”
Massu slips into his room, locking the door behind him as he makes his way to the bathroom, pulling his damp t-shirt over his head and dropping it at the foot of the bed. He steps out of his pants and locks the bathroom door, then turns the shower spray to more hot than cold, letting the room steam up.
The hot water feels delicious as it beats down on his shoulders, kneading away tension he didn’t know he had. Massu lets out a tiny noise of happiness, then begins to wash his hair. It really is the worst to go to bed with dirty hair.
Last of the shampoo and conditioner rinsed away, Massu begins soaping down, reveling in the clean soap scent. Just as he’s about to finish rinsing off, he hears the quietest fumbling at the bathroom door. It was about time for Tegoshi to sneak in. Massu smirks to himself.
Tegoshi slips past the shower curtain, stepping under the spray to stand directly in front of Massu, eyes twinkling mischievously as he cleans up. Massu stays, watching Tegoshi wash himself quickly and thoroughly, then allows himself to get backed under the spray, Tegoshi’s arms caging him.
The first time it had happened, Massu had been scandalized. Now it’s such a pleasure to indulge in, the way Tegoshi’s smooth skin feels against his own, Tegoshi mouthing along his collarbone and working his way up to Massu’s ear cuff and nibbling around it, worrying it with tongue and teeth. Massu lets out a deep groan, hands clenching around Tegoshi’s waist. A quick kiss that turns to a battle of tongues is initiated by Tegoshi, before he pulls away with a grin, reaching around the shower curtain, searching out the waterproof lubricant he brought with him.
Tegoshi slicks Massu’s fingers, then turns and braces himself against the tiled wall. Massu is gentle as he circles Tegoshi’s rim, distracting him from the initial discomfort by lapping at the water droplets beaded along his shoulders as he pushes a finger in. He swirls it around, pressing a second finger in when Tegoshi imperceptibly relaxes. Massu spreads his fingers apart in a scissoring motion as he pushes in and out, going faster and adding a third finger the moment Tegoshi starts pressing back, quiet pants echoing through the room.
A flick against that spot that jolts Tegoshi every time Massu presses against it and the resulting moan are Massu’s cues to pull his fingers out, turning Tegoshi so that his back is resting against the tiles of the shower. Tegoshi wraps his legs around Massu’s waist, bracing himself against Massu’s strong arms and the wall. Agonizingly slowly, Massu presses in incrementally while Tegoshi’s nails clutch half-moons into his arms. Massu stills for a few moments when he’s fully inside, breathing deeply and licking his way into Tegoshi’s mouth as he pulls out smoothly and carefully presses back in, slow at first but increasing quickly.
Tegoshi clings to Massu, head thrown back exposing his throat, and Massu takes the opportunity the sample the line of his jaw. Massu can feel the vibrations of all the little noises Tegoshi makes as his lips work their way down his neck, lingering at the base of his throat. Too soon, Tegoshi is beginning to tighten around him in imminent orgasm. “Touch yourself,” Massu whispers, the thrill of Tegoshi obeying still an electric thrill.
It’s a race to the finish, Tegoshi’s hand working his erection trapped between them. Seconds before Massu finishes, Tegoshi stills, a shrill scream bouncing off the tiles as his release spills over his hand and Massu’s abdomen. Massu forces himself through the last bit of resistance, Tegoshi’s clenching heat wrenching his orgasm and a last, shuddering moan from him. A few moments of stillness to catch their breath, and then Massu slips out, rinsing off a final time before pressing a kiss to Tegoshi’s lips and stepping out of the shower to towel off.
Tegoshi finishes cleaning up and shuts the water off, then kisses Massu’s cheek affectionately before pulling on the courtesy robe and sneaking back to his own room. It’s not a terrible way to relax after a show, and Massu always looks forward to it. Smiling, he finishes brushing his teeth, then makes his way to the bed, clean and relaxed as he burrows into the sheets.
And my second one. Prompter-anon, whoever you are, I kind of want to friend the shit out of you. I loved your prompt so hard.
Anyone/Pi, "tit" fuck with facial.
What the Guys Go Crazy For
Massu/Pi
R-- um, the prompt?
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Pi is rocking one of his blazers with no shirt ensembles, again, which is something that probably someone should write a memo about how it shouldn’t be every day jimusho wear. Though really, come to think of it, Massu sees lots of things that shouldn’t be considered every day work wear that are more or less on par. Mostly less though, since none of the other questionable clothing choices he’s seen lately give the illusion of a nice rack.
Normally Massu wouldn’t give a second thought to Pi’s moobs, especially since they saw each other even less now, but the planets must have been aligned in just the right way for it to stick in his mind. He knows it’s silly to think he’d actually be able to fuck Pi’s illusory tits, but he could probably get some good frotting in. Pi would probably be down for it, too.
The next time Massu passes Pi in the hallways, he grabs him by the arm for a moment. “Just a quick word, Pi.” He whispers in his ear, delighted when Pi’s eyebrows shoot up, definitely intrigued. Pi nods, and he and Massu go their separate ways for the day.
Massu has just returned to his apartment, unlocking the door as Pi walks down the hallway, nodding in greeting, blazer still cheekily flashing skin. Door open, Massu glances down the hallway to either side before wrapping a fist in Pi’s lapels and dragging him inside. Their shoes are hastily shucked off, keys dropped in the bowl next to the door and bags placed sort of neatly on the couch as they make their way through the apartment and to Massu’s bedroom.
Massu pulls Pi’s blazer off, tossing it on a chair because even though it and its whole entire family are at fault for this whole situation, it doesn’t really deserve to get dirty. His hands tangle with Pi’s as they scrabble at each other’s belt buckles and zippers, Massu pushing Pi’s pants and boxers down just enough to free his erection and then pushing Pi to his knees, still working Massu’s zipper.
Massu’s glad that they can come to this sort of arrangement, his hands pushing Pi’s out of the way and finishing with his pants, shoving them and his underwear down, stepping out of them and flinging them towards his hamper. His floor isn’t as dirty as other floors, anyway.
Unencumbered, Massu’s length is sucked into Pi’s mouth for just few, though very wet, moments, his hands clenching at Pi’s shoulders and pushing him back. It wouldn’t do to end so quickly, and without involving their whole reason for meeting up. Pi is looking up at him, smugly palming himself as his tongue flicks the corner of his lips, and Massu smirks as he takes himself in hand.
A few moments of fumbling, and Massu comes to the conclusion that he can get better leverage if he perches on the edge of the bed. Pi follows on his knees easily enough, guided by Massu’s fist in his hair. Now they can really get down to the matter at hand, Massu rubbing his cock along Pi’s sternum, occasionally slipping across Pi’s nipples, hard nubs that feel great against his head. It feels good for Pi too, if his heavy breathing is any indication, along with the way his eyes squeeze shut as he jerks himself in time with Massu.
Pi opens his eyes for a second, locking gazes with Massu as he inclines his head, tongue flicking his lips again. Massu takes it as an offer, rubbing the head of his dick against Pi’s plush lower lip before it’s slurped into wet heat once more. He watches Pi’s cheeks hollow as he sucks, eyes fluttering shut when Pi swipes his tongue along the underside and teases his slit. A few more bobs on his cock and Massu knows he won’t last much longer, so he snakes his hands behind Pi’s head, holding him in place by the nape of his neck. Massu pulls out completely, barely managing to strangle out his warning as his orgasm washes over him, painting Pi’s lips and cheek, dribbling down his neck. Massu watches a droplet trickle down Pi’s neck and over the swell of his pectorals, and he swipes it up with a finger.
Massu makes sure that Pi is watching as he brings it to his lips, tongue lapping at his semen. It’s worth the mess when Pi’s hand stills and his release leaves him panting and slack-jawed at his feet.
When they pass in the halls at work, Massu and Pi exchange polite nods and continue. On days that Pi wears a blazer though, they’re usually seen leaving together, and no one can figure out why. Massu is fine with that; he doesn’t want to share his milkshake with anyone, anyway.
My prompt was Massu/anyone, wet.
Dirty Boys
Tegoshi/Massu
R
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Massu is sweaty and exhausted, adrenaline waning after another successful concert. All he really wants to do is shower and then fall into the plush sheets of his bed.
Even with locks on the hotel room door, and the bathroom, somehow Tegoshi manages to sneak in, every single time. Massu thinks he charms room keys from front desk staff, but it’s still a mystery as to how he unlocks the bathroom doors in every hotel they stay at.
However Tegoshi manages to do it doesn’t really matter; it’s now a fact of Massu’s life that when they’re on tour, Tegoshi will generally do what he wants when he wants once they arrive at their accommodations. What this means for Massu is that Tegoshi enjoys sneaking into the shower stall with him, pressing against his back and sliding arms around him in the name of “stress relief.”
Massu slips into his room, locking the door behind him as he makes his way to the bathroom, pulling his damp t-shirt over his head and dropping it at the foot of the bed. He steps out of his pants and locks the bathroom door, then turns the shower spray to more hot than cold, letting the room steam up.
The hot water feels delicious as it beats down on his shoulders, kneading away tension he didn’t know he had. Massu lets out a tiny noise of happiness, then begins to wash his hair. It really is the worst to go to bed with dirty hair.
Last of the shampoo and conditioner rinsed away, Massu begins soaping down, reveling in the clean soap scent. Just as he’s about to finish rinsing off, he hears the quietest fumbling at the bathroom door. It was about time for Tegoshi to sneak in. Massu smirks to himself.
Tegoshi slips past the shower curtain, stepping under the spray to stand directly in front of Massu, eyes twinkling mischievously as he cleans up. Massu stays, watching Tegoshi wash himself quickly and thoroughly, then allows himself to get backed under the spray, Tegoshi’s arms caging him.
The first time it had happened, Massu had been scandalized. Now it’s such a pleasure to indulge in, the way Tegoshi’s smooth skin feels against his own, Tegoshi mouthing along his collarbone and working his way up to Massu’s ear cuff and nibbling around it, worrying it with tongue and teeth. Massu lets out a deep groan, hands clenching around Tegoshi’s waist. A quick kiss that turns to a battle of tongues is initiated by Tegoshi, before he pulls away with a grin, reaching around the shower curtain, searching out the waterproof lubricant he brought with him.
Tegoshi slicks Massu’s fingers, then turns and braces himself against the tiled wall. Massu is gentle as he circles Tegoshi’s rim, distracting him from the initial discomfort by lapping at the water droplets beaded along his shoulders as he pushes a finger in. He swirls it around, pressing a second finger in when Tegoshi imperceptibly relaxes. Massu spreads his fingers apart in a scissoring motion as he pushes in and out, going faster and adding a third finger the moment Tegoshi starts pressing back, quiet pants echoing through the room.
A flick against that spot that jolts Tegoshi every time Massu presses against it and the resulting moan are Massu’s cues to pull his fingers out, turning Tegoshi so that his back is resting against the tiles of the shower. Tegoshi wraps his legs around Massu’s waist, bracing himself against Massu’s strong arms and the wall. Agonizingly slowly, Massu presses in incrementally while Tegoshi’s nails clutch half-moons into his arms. Massu stills for a few moments when he’s fully inside, breathing deeply and licking his way into Tegoshi’s mouth as he pulls out smoothly and carefully presses back in, slow at first but increasing quickly.
Tegoshi clings to Massu, head thrown back exposing his throat, and Massu takes the opportunity the sample the line of his jaw. Massu can feel the vibrations of all the little noises Tegoshi makes as his lips work their way down his neck, lingering at the base of his throat. Too soon, Tegoshi is beginning to tighten around him in imminent orgasm. “Touch yourself,” Massu whispers, the thrill of Tegoshi obeying still an electric thrill.
It’s a race to the finish, Tegoshi’s hand working his erection trapped between them. Seconds before Massu finishes, Tegoshi stills, a shrill scream bouncing off the tiles as his release spills over his hand and Massu’s abdomen. Massu forces himself through the last bit of resistance, Tegoshi’s clenching heat wrenching his orgasm and a last, shuddering moan from him. A few moments of stillness to catch their breath, and then Massu slips out, rinsing off a final time before pressing a kiss to Tegoshi’s lips and stepping out of the shower to towel off.
Tegoshi finishes cleaning up and shuts the water off, then kisses Massu’s cheek affectionately before pulling on the courtesy robe and sneaking back to his own room. It’s not a terrible way to relax after a show, and Massu always looks forward to it. Smiling, he finishes brushing his teeth, then makes his way to the bed, clean and relaxed as he burrows into the sheets.
And my second one. Prompter-anon, whoever you are, I kind of want to friend the shit out of you. I loved your prompt so hard.
Anyone/Pi, "tit" fuck with facial.
What the Guys Go Crazy For
Massu/Pi
R-- um, the prompt?
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Pi is rocking one of his blazers with no shirt ensembles, again, which is something that probably someone should write a memo about how it shouldn’t be every day jimusho wear. Though really, come to think of it, Massu sees lots of things that shouldn’t be considered every day work wear that are more or less on par. Mostly less though, since none of the other questionable clothing choices he’s seen lately give the illusion of a nice rack.
Normally Massu wouldn’t give a second thought to Pi’s moobs, especially since they saw each other even less now, but the planets must have been aligned in just the right way for it to stick in his mind. He knows it’s silly to think he’d actually be able to fuck Pi’s illusory tits, but he could probably get some good frotting in. Pi would probably be down for it, too.
The next time Massu passes Pi in the hallways, he grabs him by the arm for a moment. “Just a quick word, Pi.” He whispers in his ear, delighted when Pi’s eyebrows shoot up, definitely intrigued. Pi nods, and he and Massu go their separate ways for the day.
Massu has just returned to his apartment, unlocking the door as Pi walks down the hallway, nodding in greeting, blazer still cheekily flashing skin. Door open, Massu glances down the hallway to either side before wrapping a fist in Pi’s lapels and dragging him inside. Their shoes are hastily shucked off, keys dropped in the bowl next to the door and bags placed sort of neatly on the couch as they make their way through the apartment and to Massu’s bedroom.
Massu pulls Pi’s blazer off, tossing it on a chair because even though it and its whole entire family are at fault for this whole situation, it doesn’t really deserve to get dirty. His hands tangle with Pi’s as they scrabble at each other’s belt buckles and zippers, Massu pushing Pi’s pants and boxers down just enough to free his erection and then pushing Pi to his knees, still working Massu’s zipper.
Massu’s glad that they can come to this sort of arrangement, his hands pushing Pi’s out of the way and finishing with his pants, shoving them and his underwear down, stepping out of them and flinging them towards his hamper. His floor isn’t as dirty as other floors, anyway.
Unencumbered, Massu’s length is sucked into Pi’s mouth for just few, though very wet, moments, his hands clenching at Pi’s shoulders and pushing him back. It wouldn’t do to end so quickly, and without involving their whole reason for meeting up. Pi is looking up at him, smugly palming himself as his tongue flicks the corner of his lips, and Massu smirks as he takes himself in hand.
A few moments of fumbling, and Massu comes to the conclusion that he can get better leverage if he perches on the edge of the bed. Pi follows on his knees easily enough, guided by Massu’s fist in his hair. Now they can really get down to the matter at hand, Massu rubbing his cock along Pi’s sternum, occasionally slipping across Pi’s nipples, hard nubs that feel great against his head. It feels good for Pi too, if his heavy breathing is any indication, along with the way his eyes squeeze shut as he jerks himself in time with Massu.
Pi opens his eyes for a second, locking gazes with Massu as he inclines his head, tongue flicking his lips again. Massu takes it as an offer, rubbing the head of his dick against Pi’s plush lower lip before it’s slurped into wet heat once more. He watches Pi’s cheeks hollow as he sucks, eyes fluttering shut when Pi swipes his tongue along the underside and teases his slit. A few more bobs on his cock and Massu knows he won’t last much longer, so he snakes his hands behind Pi’s head, holding him in place by the nape of his neck. Massu pulls out completely, barely managing to strangle out his warning as his orgasm washes over him, painting Pi’s lips and cheek, dribbling down his neck. Massu watches a droplet trickle down Pi’s neck and over the swell of his pectorals, and he swipes it up with a finger.
Massu makes sure that Pi is watching as he brings it to his lips, tongue lapping at his semen. It’s worth the mess when Pi’s hand stills and his release leaves him panting and slack-jawed at his feet.
When they pass in the halls at work, Massu and Pi exchange polite nods and continue. On days that Pi wears a blazer though, they’re usually seen leaving together, and no one can figure out why. Massu is fine with that; he doesn’t want to share his milkshake with anyone, anyway.