libraries
Are awesome. But this isn't really a post about libraries. This came about whilst chatting with ryogrande about Librarian!Maru, which seems to have been something of a meme trend lately.
For Your Reference
Masuda Takahisa/Nakamaru Yuichi
R-- watch out, sort of AU
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Nakamaru sighed, shuffling papers around at the checkout desk as the end of a dull Wednesday shift drew ever closer. The doors slid open, one of Maru's favorite patrons entering with his daughter in tow. Maru smiled, adjusting his glasses and smoothing imaginary wrinkles from his sweater vest.
"Good evening, Masuda-san, Butako. Is there anything I can do for you?" Maru fidgeted with a stray pen, unable to stop himself from keeping his hands occupied.
"I've told you, Yucchi, please call me Massu." Smiling, he crouched down to address his daughter directly. "Butako, remember, no running and we have to be quiet, okay? I'll come and get you when I'm done."
Butako nodded vigorously, pigtails swinging as she walked as quickly as she could without running towards the children's section. Maru waved as she grinned over her shoulder at him, then turned his attention back to Masuda-- no, Massu.
"Massu, is there anything you need help with tonight?" Maru licked his lips nervously, the informality thrilling, just a tiny bit, even though they had known each other for years now.
Something seemed just a little different, as Massu replied. "Well, yes, Yucchi, there is something I need help with." Massu's eyes glinted mischievously. "Where are the least frequented book shelves?"
Well, that was an odd request. Maru furrowed his brow, thinking for a moment before replying. "I think that would probably be Social Sciences, though it happens to be one of the more interesting subjects, in my opinion."
Massu nodded, the tiny smirk on his face sounding Maru's mental alarms. "Can you show me where it is?"
Maru agreed, though he wasn't sure if that was such a wise idea. He stepped out from behind the desk, striding towards the stacks opposite from the children's section.
Once Maru had reached the very back of the admittedly poorly-lit library, between two towering shelves packed full of tomes of varying interest, he felt Massu's hands wrap around his hips, pushing him forward against a shelf, the comforting scent of old books surrounding them. He gasped, wriggling in Massu's grasp to turn around, a crimson flush spreading down his neck. "Ma- Massu, what do you think you're doing? I'm working, this is a library, and your daughter is nearby!" Maru hissed frantically, hips thrusting against Massu's involuntarily.
"You know the rules, Yucchi. We have to be quiet, is all. Now hush." With that, Massu surged forward, caging Maru with his arms and pressing their lips together. Maru gasped in surprise, giving Massu the opportunity to lick into his mouth and tangle their tongues together.
Maru relaxed into Massu’s hold, fists clenching into the other man’s shirt. He couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed at the shameless way his hips were grinding into Massu’s, their erections brushing through the material of their pants. Maru couldn’t help the disappointed noise he made when Massu pulled away to quietly gasp for air.
Rakishly grinning at him, Massu pressed a finger to Maru’s lips teasingly as his other hand nimbly unfastened his trousers. Maru bit down on his lip, stifling the noises he desperately wanted to make the moment Massu slipped his hand into his pants and boxers, wrapping his fingers around his length.
Massu stilled for a moment, watching with some amusement as Maru silently pleaded for more, brows furrowed and plush lower lip sucked between his teeth. Just as Maru thought he’d have to verbally plea for more, Massu resumed his stroking, rubbing his palm over the precome beading at the tip of Maru’s erection and speeding up.
Under Massu’s ministrations, Maru writhed, unclenching a fist to stuff into his mouth in an attempt to follow his own rule of quiet in the library as his orgasm sped ever closer. Hips frantically pushing into the tunnel of Massu’s hand, Maru let his eyes fall shut, his end nearing under Massu’s relentless handiwork and searing kisses pressed to the base of his throat.
Massu pulled away, still stroking as he whispered wickedly. “Yucchi, look at me.”
Maru complied, eyelids fluttering as he struggled to focus.
“Yucchi, come,” Massu spoke in a triumphant murmur, eyes seemingly devouring the way Maru stilled.
Maru wasn’t sure how he’d managed to stay upright and silent through his orgasm, but he was pleased that he’d done it. He grimaced as Massu pulled his sticky hand out of his pants, gingerly refastening them as he straightened. Quietly, Maru smoothed his clothes and readjusted his glasses, glad that he was only minutes from closing time, and therefore minutes from being happily on his way home so that he could change clothes. Glancing at Massu, the question barely formed, he was interrupted.
“Yucchi, how about you finish up here, I grab Butako and take her to the babysitter’s, and then the two of us go out? That was only the appetizer, if you get my drift.” Massu grinned, self-satisfaction obvious.
Maru nodded, flushing as his eyes met Massu’s. His voice was a bit rough as he replied, “Sir, the library will be closing in ten minutes. Thank you for your patronage.”
For Your Reference
Masuda Takahisa/Nakamaru Yuichi
R-- watch out, sort of AU
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Nakamaru sighed, shuffling papers around at the checkout desk as the end of a dull Wednesday shift drew ever closer. The doors slid open, one of Maru's favorite patrons entering with his daughter in tow. Maru smiled, adjusting his glasses and smoothing imaginary wrinkles from his sweater vest.
"Good evening, Masuda-san, Butako. Is there anything I can do for you?" Maru fidgeted with a stray pen, unable to stop himself from keeping his hands occupied.
"I've told you, Yucchi, please call me Massu." Smiling, he crouched down to address his daughter directly. "Butako, remember, no running and we have to be quiet, okay? I'll come and get you when I'm done."
Butako nodded vigorously, pigtails swinging as she walked as quickly as she could without running towards the children's section. Maru waved as she grinned over her shoulder at him, then turned his attention back to Masuda-- no, Massu.
"Massu, is there anything you need help with tonight?" Maru licked his lips nervously, the informality thrilling, just a tiny bit, even though they had known each other for years now.
Something seemed just a little different, as Massu replied. "Well, yes, Yucchi, there is something I need help with." Massu's eyes glinted mischievously. "Where are the least frequented book shelves?"
Well, that was an odd request. Maru furrowed his brow, thinking for a moment before replying. "I think that would probably be Social Sciences, though it happens to be one of the more interesting subjects, in my opinion."
Massu nodded, the tiny smirk on his face sounding Maru's mental alarms. "Can you show me where it is?"
Maru agreed, though he wasn't sure if that was such a wise idea. He stepped out from behind the desk, striding towards the stacks opposite from the children's section.
Once Maru had reached the very back of the admittedly poorly-lit library, between two towering shelves packed full of tomes of varying interest, he felt Massu's hands wrap around his hips, pushing him forward against a shelf, the comforting scent of old books surrounding them. He gasped, wriggling in Massu's grasp to turn around, a crimson flush spreading down his neck. "Ma- Massu, what do you think you're doing? I'm working, this is a library, and your daughter is nearby!" Maru hissed frantically, hips thrusting against Massu's involuntarily.
"You know the rules, Yucchi. We have to be quiet, is all. Now hush." With that, Massu surged forward, caging Maru with his arms and pressing their lips together. Maru gasped in surprise, giving Massu the opportunity to lick into his mouth and tangle their tongues together.
Maru relaxed into Massu’s hold, fists clenching into the other man’s shirt. He couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed at the shameless way his hips were grinding into Massu’s, their erections brushing through the material of their pants. Maru couldn’t help the disappointed noise he made when Massu pulled away to quietly gasp for air.
Rakishly grinning at him, Massu pressed a finger to Maru’s lips teasingly as his other hand nimbly unfastened his trousers. Maru bit down on his lip, stifling the noises he desperately wanted to make the moment Massu slipped his hand into his pants and boxers, wrapping his fingers around his length.
Massu stilled for a moment, watching with some amusement as Maru silently pleaded for more, brows furrowed and plush lower lip sucked between his teeth. Just as Maru thought he’d have to verbally plea for more, Massu resumed his stroking, rubbing his palm over the precome beading at the tip of Maru’s erection and speeding up.
Under Massu’s ministrations, Maru writhed, unclenching a fist to stuff into his mouth in an attempt to follow his own rule of quiet in the library as his orgasm sped ever closer. Hips frantically pushing into the tunnel of Massu’s hand, Maru let his eyes fall shut, his end nearing under Massu’s relentless handiwork and searing kisses pressed to the base of his throat.
Massu pulled away, still stroking as he whispered wickedly. “Yucchi, look at me.”
Maru complied, eyelids fluttering as he struggled to focus.
“Yucchi, come,” Massu spoke in a triumphant murmur, eyes seemingly devouring the way Maru stilled.
Maru wasn’t sure how he’d managed to stay upright and silent through his orgasm, but he was pleased that he’d done it. He grimaced as Massu pulled his sticky hand out of his pants, gingerly refastening them as he straightened. Quietly, Maru smoothed his clothes and readjusted his glasses, glad that he was only minutes from closing time, and therefore minutes from being happily on his way home so that he could change clothes. Glancing at Massu, the question barely formed, he was interrupted.
“Yucchi, how about you finish up here, I grab Butako and take her to the babysitter’s, and then the two of us go out? That was only the appetizer, if you get my drift.” Massu grinned, self-satisfaction obvious.
Maru nodded, flushing as his eyes met Massu’s. His voice was a bit rough as he replied, “Sir, the library will be closing in ten minutes. Thank you for your patronage.”