so this is how i spent my evening?
Totally inspired by this post, about a collaboration. Probably this is not the kind of collab they were talking about, though.
Oracular Spectacular
Nakamaru Yuichi/Masuda Takahisa/Tegoshi Yuya
NC-17-- blowjobs, voyeurism, mirrors
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Massu is happily enjoying his lunch (gyoza, of course) when Tegoshi looks up from the magazine he’s reading, a too-innocent look on his face. Usually Massu can ignore these outbursts, but this time he can’t.
Tegoshi speaks clearly, sly smirk as he asks, “Do you think Nakamaru-kun has any other use for his beatboxing?”
Massu swallows down the mouthful he almost choked on, then looks at Tegoshi, in what he hopes is clear disapproval. He really doesn’t want Tegoshi to get his greedy hands on his best friend; it had taken Massu a really long time to even get Maru to try alternate uses for his oral skills with him.
Tegoshi’s still smirking as he triumphantly crows, “Hah! I knew it, he totally does!”
Defeated, Massu has to agree. “Well, look at the rest of his group. And just because he wears sweater vests doesn’t mean he’s a total prude.”
Tegoshi’s magazine is flung aside as he leans forward eagerly. “Well, how hard would it be to convince him to let me experience his amazing talents firsthand?”
“You’d need to be less intense for one, Tegoshi. Seriously, don’t look at him like that.” Massu begins to pick at the remains of his food, a bit put off by Tegoshi’s creepy voyeur face.
“Like what?” Tegoshi is tilting his head to the side now, pouting a bit. That look is just as awful, and Massu grimaces.
“Like Ryo-chan when he’s around girls with big boobs. It’s really quite gross, that leer, therefore, don’t do that whenever you attempt to charm Yuichi into your bed.” Sadly, his lunch has lost his luster, and Massu pushes it away.
“What makes you think it would just be me trying to get into Nakamaru-kun’s pants? I’d want you to be there too.” Tegoshi is completely serious, which surprises Massu.
Massu pauses, resting his chin on his hand as he considers. It wouldn’t be an ordeal, tag-teaming his best friend with his very close co-worker. It had been a while since he’d hung out with Maru, too, and not just for his oratory skills.
“Alright then. Sounds great. How about I get him to meet up with us over the weekend?” Massu leans in close to Tegoshi, the two of them collaborating on a different sort of project this time.
*
It’s surprisingly easy for Massu to set up a meeting time and place with Maru. He thought that there might have been a little difficulty, what with KAT-TUN’s upcoming tour, but Maru had looked at him with such a look of relief that Massu kind of felt a little bad about having ulterior motives.
*
Maru looks nonplussed when Massu shows up at their appointed meeting place with Tegoshi in tow. He shrugs as he greets the both of them brusquely and asks about their agenda. Surely he’s not onto them this early in the game.
Massu wants to bury his face in his hands when Tegoshi replies, chirping happily. “I was thinking maybe you could show us some beatboxing, for a possible collaboration.”
Tegoshi’s brick-like subtleness is mostly taken at face value, it seems, as Massu looks up at Maru’s gentle grin. Flattery is apparently going to get them everywhere. Tegoshi is kind of frightening, now that Massu stops to think about it. It’s too late to try and stop him now, as the youngest chatters on. Massu hears something about going back to his place, and he has to mentally shake himself as he nods in vague agreement.
The walk to his flat passes in a sort of surreal blur, because Massu is really going to try (and hopefully succeed) and convince his best friend to suck him and his band mate off.
*
Once they’ve settled comfortably in Massu’s living room, Maru eyes him up, then cuts his gaze to Tegoshi, eyes appraising. Apparently Massu is the one taking things at face value, because Maru settles back in his seat, legs spread wide as he mutters, “Who told you, Tegoshi-kun? Was it Koki? I’ll really need to teach him not to run his mouth if that’s the case.”
Massu gapes, Maru has a crooked smirk on his face, and Tegoshi looks like his birthday and Christmas just came at the same time and he’s gotten everything he wanted and then some.
“I guess it doesn’t really matter what made you decide to seduce me, Tegoshi-kun. What really matters is what’s in it for me-- I mean, we hardly see each other and you just expect me to be eager to suck your cock. So, what do I get in return?”
Massu isn’t sure he’ll ever get his jaw off the floor; it’s been a while since Maru’s been in one of those moods. Not that he’s complaining about it, not at all. It’s a bit like watching a tennis match, as Maru and Tegoshi negotiate.
“If you blow me, Nakamaru-kun, I’ll let you fuck me.” Tegoshi is looking serious now.
“Only if you have that cheerleader outfit somewhere. It’s one of your better outfits.” Maru is completely serious.
“All I have in my car is my Princess Peach dress.” Why would Tegoshi drive around with that in his car... Massu figures it will probably hurt less if he abandons logic.
“Well, this time we can forgo the cross-dressing. I prefer doggy style.” Maru’s very... decisive.
“Only if we’re in front of a mirror. I want to see everything.” Tegoshi offers his hand, and he and Maru shake on it.
“What about Massu?” Maru and Tegoshi are both looking at him now, and he’s never felt more uncomfortable in his own home.
He speaks up, finally making a contribution to this whole crazy scheme. “I... could watch?”
Wordless communication seems to pass between Maru and Tegoshi, and then they nod. Without further ado, Maru slides to his knees between Tegoshi’s legs, fingers deftly unfastening belt buckle and jeans. They get yanked down Tegoshi’s thighs just enough for his growing erection to spring free, and Maru wastes no time lightly stroking him to full hardness before licking the underside and swallowing it down.
Massu’s pants are starting to feel a bit tight; it’s happening faster than he initially thought it would. This is a perfectly fine development though, unbuttoning his pants and slipping a hand into his boxers as his best friend’s cheeks hollow around his band mate’s dick.
Tegoshi fixes his eyes on Massu, voice husky as he murmurs, “Massu, make it last. We’ve barely begun.”
In the next minutes, Maru pulls back a bit, beginning a simple bassline. It has Tegoshi scrabbling at the couch cushions until Maru releases him with a wet pop and mumbles, “I don’t mind if you hang on to me.”
Tegoshi’s fingers plunge into Maru’s hair as he dives back forward, engulfing his cock once again. Maru’s rhythm starts off slowly, one of his go-to beats, and he gradually speeds up. Massu can’t help but stroke himself faster as Tegoshi begins to fall apart. Maru slows down again, the better to tease, finally resuming when Tegoshi yanks his hair, hard. This is the final push Tegoshi needs to finish, and Massu squeezes the base of his cock as Maru swallows down the last of his beats and Tegoshi’s orgasm. It’s pretty quiet, considering Tegoshi’s normal volume.
Tegoshi slumps bonelessly into the couch as Maru leans back, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist. “Up you get, Tegoshi-kun, no rest for you yet. Come on, Taka, we require the use of your bed.”
Maru half drags Tegoshi down the hallway to his bedroom, and all Massu can do is follow along. He enters his room just in time to watch as Maru yanks Tegoshi’s pants and underwear off while Tegoshi struggles out of his shirt. Finally naked, Tegoshi scrambles up onto all fours, facing his dresser mirror expectantly. Maru shrugs out of his shirt, but only pushes his jeans down enough to release his erection. Nonchalantly, he reaches into Massu’s nightstand drawer to grab lube and a condom, and Tegoshi smirks at Massu knowingly through his reflection.
Massu hears the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and can’t help but watch as Maru rolls it on, stroking himself lightly before climbing up behind Tegoshi and dribbling lube onto his fingers. He steps closer to the bed, angling himself so he can watch as Maru slowly pushes a single finger into Tegoshi. Tegoshi arches into the touch, and Maru quickly adds a second finger while speeding up.
Tegoshi mewls a bit, and Massu looks up to stare at his reflection, and the look of concentration on Maru’s face. He chokes out a breathy I’m ready, and Maru glances up to look at Tegoshi’s face. He seems satisfied as he pushes in slowly, and Massu begins to palm himself with renewed vigor.
The only sounds in the room are the moans and gasps of the three of them, and the slapping of flesh on flesh. It’s much hotter than Massu was anticipating, and he has to scramble for a tissue as he sees the way Tegoshi’s brow furrows as Maru begins to go faster, pulling more groans from the youngest of this collaboration effort. Massu dares to look at Maru’s face, his looming orgasm written in the light sheen of sweat along his back. The mirror was definitely a good idea, and the next few moments are filled with unintelligble noise as both Massu and Maru came at the same time.
Massu was amazed that he stayed standing throughout, and staggered to the bathroom to clean up. While he was there he grabbed washcloths for the other two, then returned and sprawled next to the pair.
Maru pulled out gingerly, then helped Tegoshi wipe himself down before throwing his condom into the wastebasket. Massu gently pulled Tegoshi into a more comfortable position as Maru settled in on their other side.
“You know, maybe we can talk about an actual collarboration sometime or something.” Maru mumbles it without malice, then drops off into a peaceful looking nap.
Massu decides he’ll take that under consideration as Tegoshi burrows into his side.
Oracular Spectacular
Nakamaru Yuichi/Masuda Takahisa/Tegoshi Yuya
NC-17-- blowjobs, voyeurism, mirrors
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Massu is happily enjoying his lunch (gyoza, of course) when Tegoshi looks up from the magazine he’s reading, a too-innocent look on his face. Usually Massu can ignore these outbursts, but this time he can’t.
Tegoshi speaks clearly, sly smirk as he asks, “Do you think Nakamaru-kun has any other use for his beatboxing?”
Massu swallows down the mouthful he almost choked on, then looks at Tegoshi, in what he hopes is clear disapproval. He really doesn’t want Tegoshi to get his greedy hands on his best friend; it had taken Massu a really long time to even get Maru to try alternate uses for his oral skills with him.
Tegoshi’s still smirking as he triumphantly crows, “Hah! I knew it, he totally does!”
Defeated, Massu has to agree. “Well, look at the rest of his group. And just because he wears sweater vests doesn’t mean he’s a total prude.”
Tegoshi’s magazine is flung aside as he leans forward eagerly. “Well, how hard would it be to convince him to let me experience his amazing talents firsthand?”
“You’d need to be less intense for one, Tegoshi. Seriously, don’t look at him like that.” Massu begins to pick at the remains of his food, a bit put off by Tegoshi’s creepy voyeur face.
“Like what?” Tegoshi is tilting his head to the side now, pouting a bit. That look is just as awful, and Massu grimaces.
“Like Ryo-chan when he’s around girls with big boobs. It’s really quite gross, that leer, therefore, don’t do that whenever you attempt to charm Yuichi into your bed.” Sadly, his lunch has lost his luster, and Massu pushes it away.
“What makes you think it would just be me trying to get into Nakamaru-kun’s pants? I’d want you to be there too.” Tegoshi is completely serious, which surprises Massu.
Massu pauses, resting his chin on his hand as he considers. It wouldn’t be an ordeal, tag-teaming his best friend with his very close co-worker. It had been a while since he’d hung out with Maru, too, and not just for his oratory skills.
“Alright then. Sounds great. How about I get him to meet up with us over the weekend?” Massu leans in close to Tegoshi, the two of them collaborating on a different sort of project this time.
*
It’s surprisingly easy for Massu to set up a meeting time and place with Maru. He thought that there might have been a little difficulty, what with KAT-TUN’s upcoming tour, but Maru had looked at him with such a look of relief that Massu kind of felt a little bad about having ulterior motives.
*
Maru looks nonplussed when Massu shows up at their appointed meeting place with Tegoshi in tow. He shrugs as he greets the both of them brusquely and asks about their agenda. Surely he’s not onto them this early in the game.
Massu wants to bury his face in his hands when Tegoshi replies, chirping happily. “I was thinking maybe you could show us some beatboxing, for a possible collaboration.”
Tegoshi’s brick-like subtleness is mostly taken at face value, it seems, as Massu looks up at Maru’s gentle grin. Flattery is apparently going to get them everywhere. Tegoshi is kind of frightening, now that Massu stops to think about it. It’s too late to try and stop him now, as the youngest chatters on. Massu hears something about going back to his place, and he has to mentally shake himself as he nods in vague agreement.
The walk to his flat passes in a sort of surreal blur, because Massu is really going to try (and hopefully succeed) and convince his best friend to suck him and his band mate off.
*
Once they’ve settled comfortably in Massu’s living room, Maru eyes him up, then cuts his gaze to Tegoshi, eyes appraising. Apparently Massu is the one taking things at face value, because Maru settles back in his seat, legs spread wide as he mutters, “Who told you, Tegoshi-kun? Was it Koki? I’ll really need to teach him not to run his mouth if that’s the case.”
Massu gapes, Maru has a crooked smirk on his face, and Tegoshi looks like his birthday and Christmas just came at the same time and he’s gotten everything he wanted and then some.
“I guess it doesn’t really matter what made you decide to seduce me, Tegoshi-kun. What really matters is what’s in it for me-- I mean, we hardly see each other and you just expect me to be eager to suck your cock. So, what do I get in return?”
Massu isn’t sure he’ll ever get his jaw off the floor; it’s been a while since Maru’s been in one of those moods. Not that he’s complaining about it, not at all. It’s a bit like watching a tennis match, as Maru and Tegoshi negotiate.
“If you blow me, Nakamaru-kun, I’ll let you fuck me.” Tegoshi is looking serious now.
“Only if you have that cheerleader outfit somewhere. It’s one of your better outfits.” Maru is completely serious.
“All I have in my car is my Princess Peach dress.” Why would Tegoshi drive around with that in his car... Massu figures it will probably hurt less if he abandons logic.
“Well, this time we can forgo the cross-dressing. I prefer doggy style.” Maru’s very... decisive.
“Only if we’re in front of a mirror. I want to see everything.” Tegoshi offers his hand, and he and Maru shake on it.
“What about Massu?” Maru and Tegoshi are both looking at him now, and he’s never felt more uncomfortable in his own home.
He speaks up, finally making a contribution to this whole crazy scheme. “I... could watch?”
Wordless communication seems to pass between Maru and Tegoshi, and then they nod. Without further ado, Maru slides to his knees between Tegoshi’s legs, fingers deftly unfastening belt buckle and jeans. They get yanked down Tegoshi’s thighs just enough for his growing erection to spring free, and Maru wastes no time lightly stroking him to full hardness before licking the underside and swallowing it down.
Massu’s pants are starting to feel a bit tight; it’s happening faster than he initially thought it would. This is a perfectly fine development though, unbuttoning his pants and slipping a hand into his boxers as his best friend’s cheeks hollow around his band mate’s dick.
Tegoshi fixes his eyes on Massu, voice husky as he murmurs, “Massu, make it last. We’ve barely begun.”
In the next minutes, Maru pulls back a bit, beginning a simple bassline. It has Tegoshi scrabbling at the couch cushions until Maru releases him with a wet pop and mumbles, “I don’t mind if you hang on to me.”
Tegoshi’s fingers plunge into Maru’s hair as he dives back forward, engulfing his cock once again. Maru’s rhythm starts off slowly, one of his go-to beats, and he gradually speeds up. Massu can’t help but stroke himself faster as Tegoshi begins to fall apart. Maru slows down again, the better to tease, finally resuming when Tegoshi yanks his hair, hard. This is the final push Tegoshi needs to finish, and Massu squeezes the base of his cock as Maru swallows down the last of his beats and Tegoshi’s orgasm. It’s pretty quiet, considering Tegoshi’s normal volume.
Tegoshi slumps bonelessly into the couch as Maru leans back, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist. “Up you get, Tegoshi-kun, no rest for you yet. Come on, Taka, we require the use of your bed.”
Maru half drags Tegoshi down the hallway to his bedroom, and all Massu can do is follow along. He enters his room just in time to watch as Maru yanks Tegoshi’s pants and underwear off while Tegoshi struggles out of his shirt. Finally naked, Tegoshi scrambles up onto all fours, facing his dresser mirror expectantly. Maru shrugs out of his shirt, but only pushes his jeans down enough to release his erection. Nonchalantly, he reaches into Massu’s nightstand drawer to grab lube and a condom, and Tegoshi smirks at Massu knowingly through his reflection.
Massu hears the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and can’t help but watch as Maru rolls it on, stroking himself lightly before climbing up behind Tegoshi and dribbling lube onto his fingers. He steps closer to the bed, angling himself so he can watch as Maru slowly pushes a single finger into Tegoshi. Tegoshi arches into the touch, and Maru quickly adds a second finger while speeding up.
Tegoshi mewls a bit, and Massu looks up to stare at his reflection, and the look of concentration on Maru’s face. He chokes out a breathy I’m ready, and Maru glances up to look at Tegoshi’s face. He seems satisfied as he pushes in slowly, and Massu begins to palm himself with renewed vigor.
The only sounds in the room are the moans and gasps of the three of them, and the slapping of flesh on flesh. It’s much hotter than Massu was anticipating, and he has to scramble for a tissue as he sees the way Tegoshi’s brow furrows as Maru begins to go faster, pulling more groans from the youngest of this collaboration effort. Massu dares to look at Maru’s face, his looming orgasm written in the light sheen of sweat along his back. The mirror was definitely a good idea, and the next few moments are filled with unintelligble noise as both Massu and Maru came at the same time.
Massu was amazed that he stayed standing throughout, and staggered to the bathroom to clean up. While he was there he grabbed washcloths for the other two, then returned and sprawled next to the pair.
Maru pulled out gingerly, then helped Tegoshi wipe himself down before throwing his condom into the wastebasket. Massu gently pulled Tegoshi into a more comfortable position as Maru settled in on their other side.
“You know, maybe we can talk about an actual collarboration sometime or something.” Maru mumbles it without malice, then drops off into a peaceful looking nap.
Massu decides he’ll take that under consideration as Tegoshi burrows into his side.