re-posting
Originally posted here.
Title: Home Alone
Pairing/Characters: Masuda Takahisa/Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating/Warnings: R-- mutual masturbation
Prompt: # 209 Massu gets caught pleasuring himself.
A/N: Thank you so much, R, for all the idea baseball.
Massu has got the whole house to himself-- no parents, no obligations to anyone else, and best of all, if he hadn’t mentioned it already: one hundred percent uninterrupted free time.
He’d been feeling rather testy lately, and Massu had decided that the best solution would be to “love” himself, in the words of one of his best friend’s group’s songs. It was sound advice, and Massu was pretty sure that KAT-TUN knew all about that sort of thing.
However, now was not the time to contemplate his coworkers. This was his time, and he fully intended to make the most of it. Massu made sure all of the doors were locked, and satisfied that he wouldn’t be interrupted, retreated to his room. Since he was alone, he didn’t bother with shutting the door all the way, and left it ajar.
Massu took inventory; there was a crumpled tube of lubricant hidden in the back of his nightstand drawer, far from prying eyes. His bed was inviting, sheets and comforter thrown back and waiting for Massu to make himself comfortable. He set the lube on top of the nightstand, then pulled his shirt over his head and folded it neatly before putting it aside on top of his dresser. His pants and boxers were next, and Massu draped the pants over his desk chair. Massu tossed his underwear in the hamper, since he planned to take a leisurely shower afterward.
He slid between the sheets, kicking them to the foot of the bed. No need to be covert, since he was alone. Massu lightly trailed fingers down the middle of his chest, then took himself in hand, strokes light and teasing. He went slow for a few minutes, stroking himself to full hardness before slicking his cock. The cool wetness was a tiny shock against his rising heat, but didn’t deter Massu in the least.
Friction slightly eased, Massu began to jerk himself more firmly, twisting his wrist at the upstroke. He closed his eyes to better focus on the sensations, and bent his legs at the knee to get better leverage. Massu didn’t have any one person in mind as he worked himself over, content to concentrate on the feeling of his hand on himself.
Massu was surprised when he settled on thinking of one person; it didn’t freak him out in the least when he thought of Nakamaru. He imagined the sort of noises Nakamaru would make if he were to be with Massu. It was so vivid that Massu opened his eyes, flicking his gaze to his bedroom door. It was fully open, and silhouetted in the door frame was none other than Nakamaru.
“I was in the neighborhood and--” Nakamaru began before he was fully able to process what he was seeing. His mouth remained open in shock, and Massu thought he might have heard the other whimper, but he couldn’t be sure.
Massu was so close, and he couldn’t be bothered to stop, even though Nakamaru was standing there, unable to avert his gaze in the least. His cheeks were stained crimson with embarrassment, full lips slightly parted, and when Massu glanced downward, just as aroused as he was. He slowed his strokes before speaking. “Yuichi. Why don’t you join me? There’s plenty of room here next to me,” Massu said as he used his free hand to pat the bed next to him.
Nakamaru looked torn between turning tail and running, and actually staying. Massu smiled encouragingly, or as encouragingly as he could with his hand wrapped around his dick.
“I... um, I think--”
“Don’t think, just get over here, Yuichi,” Massu says softly, still stroking himself.
Nakamaru swallowed, then took a hesitant step into the room, quietly closing the door. Massu stopped, sitting up on the edge of the bed to wave him closer. It seemed that Nakamaru was less embarrassed now as he shrugged his jacket off before stopping in front of Massu; Massu smiled up at him and slowly ran his hands up Nakamaru’s arms.
“Come on, Yuichi, get undressed for me.” Massu gently pushed his hands under Nakamaru’s shirt in a hint for the other to finish, pleased when that’s exactly what he did.
Nakamaru gazed steadily at Massu as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and underwear down, leaving them a crumpled pile in the floor. He edged closer to Massu and leaned down, hesitating for a moment before pressing Massu backwards and climbing onto the bed. Nakamaru gingerly lay down next to him, resolutely staring up at the ceiling.
It was definitely better than Nakamaru having run away, but Massu thought it was kind of dull. He turned onto his side to face Nakamaru, slowly reaching for Nakamaru’s length. Nakamaru jumped at the tentative touch, turning his head to look at Massu. His blush was back in full force. Massu spoke softly as he slowly dragged his fingers along Nakamaru. “Yuichi. Don’t worry so much. Just enjoy this.”
Nakamaru looked like he wanted to protest for a moment, then moved his own hand to wrap Massu’s more firmly around himself. Massu set a slow pace, then pulled away to find the lube. “I have an idea,” he muttered, slicking one of Nakamaru’s hands as well as his own.
Massu rolled to straddle Nakamaru, lining their hips up and grinding their erections together. Nakamaru gasped, then wrapped his hand around them both, rocking his hips up to meet Massu’s downward thrusts. “Fuck, Takahisa,” Nakamaru muttered, eyes fluttering shut.
“We could do that later, Yuichi,” Massu said, burying his face against the side of Nakamaru’s neck. “I’m getting close. Speed up.”
Nakamaru complied, working his hand faster as Massu mouthed at the side of his neck. Massu dragged his lips along Nakamaru’s jaw, finally properly kissing him, pulling a moan from the other. With that, Massu couldn’t hold out any longer, spilling over Nakamaru’s fingers.
Nakamaru couldn’t hold back his surprised noise, groaning into Massu’s mouth as he sped up. Massu had the presence of mind to wrap his still slick fingers around Nakamaru in an effort to help him out. The touch had Nakamaru shuddering, gasping out as his eyes fluttered shut and he came.
Massu stayed where he was for a moment, then finally got up to clean up. He took the few steps to the bathroom, surprised when Nakamaru followed him and turned on the shower. That wasn’t a bad idea at all.
Nakamaru looked up from the taps at Massu as he muttered, “It’s only fair, you know, after making such a mess of me.”
Massu had no objections, gently guiding Nakamaru under the spray and wondering if he could convince him to come over unannounced more often.
Title: Home Alone
Pairing/Characters: Masuda Takahisa/Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating/Warnings: R-- mutual masturbation
Prompt: # 209 Massu gets caught pleasuring himself.
A/N: Thank you so much, R, for all the idea baseball.
Massu has got the whole house to himself-- no parents, no obligations to anyone else, and best of all, if he hadn’t mentioned it already: one hundred percent uninterrupted free time.
He’d been feeling rather testy lately, and Massu had decided that the best solution would be to “love” himself, in the words of one of his best friend’s group’s songs. It was sound advice, and Massu was pretty sure that KAT-TUN knew all about that sort of thing.
However, now was not the time to contemplate his coworkers. This was his time, and he fully intended to make the most of it. Massu made sure all of the doors were locked, and satisfied that he wouldn’t be interrupted, retreated to his room. Since he was alone, he didn’t bother with shutting the door all the way, and left it ajar.
Massu took inventory; there was a crumpled tube of lubricant hidden in the back of his nightstand drawer, far from prying eyes. His bed was inviting, sheets and comforter thrown back and waiting for Massu to make himself comfortable. He set the lube on top of the nightstand, then pulled his shirt over his head and folded it neatly before putting it aside on top of his dresser. His pants and boxers were next, and Massu draped the pants over his desk chair. Massu tossed his underwear in the hamper, since he planned to take a leisurely shower afterward.
He slid between the sheets, kicking them to the foot of the bed. No need to be covert, since he was alone. Massu lightly trailed fingers down the middle of his chest, then took himself in hand, strokes light and teasing. He went slow for a few minutes, stroking himself to full hardness before slicking his cock. The cool wetness was a tiny shock against his rising heat, but didn’t deter Massu in the least.
Friction slightly eased, Massu began to jerk himself more firmly, twisting his wrist at the upstroke. He closed his eyes to better focus on the sensations, and bent his legs at the knee to get better leverage. Massu didn’t have any one person in mind as he worked himself over, content to concentrate on the feeling of his hand on himself.
Massu was surprised when he settled on thinking of one person; it didn’t freak him out in the least when he thought of Nakamaru. He imagined the sort of noises Nakamaru would make if he were to be with Massu. It was so vivid that Massu opened his eyes, flicking his gaze to his bedroom door. It was fully open, and silhouetted in the door frame was none other than Nakamaru.
“I was in the neighborhood and--” Nakamaru began before he was fully able to process what he was seeing. His mouth remained open in shock, and Massu thought he might have heard the other whimper, but he couldn’t be sure.
Massu was so close, and he couldn’t be bothered to stop, even though Nakamaru was standing there, unable to avert his gaze in the least. His cheeks were stained crimson with embarrassment, full lips slightly parted, and when Massu glanced downward, just as aroused as he was. He slowed his strokes before speaking. “Yuichi. Why don’t you join me? There’s plenty of room here next to me,” Massu said as he used his free hand to pat the bed next to him.
Nakamaru looked torn between turning tail and running, and actually staying. Massu smiled encouragingly, or as encouragingly as he could with his hand wrapped around his dick.
“I... um, I think--”
“Don’t think, just get over here, Yuichi,” Massu says softly, still stroking himself.
Nakamaru swallowed, then took a hesitant step into the room, quietly closing the door. Massu stopped, sitting up on the edge of the bed to wave him closer. It seemed that Nakamaru was less embarrassed now as he shrugged his jacket off before stopping in front of Massu; Massu smiled up at him and slowly ran his hands up Nakamaru’s arms.
“Come on, Yuichi, get undressed for me.” Massu gently pushed his hands under Nakamaru’s shirt in a hint for the other to finish, pleased when that’s exactly what he did.
Nakamaru gazed steadily at Massu as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and underwear down, leaving them a crumpled pile in the floor. He edged closer to Massu and leaned down, hesitating for a moment before pressing Massu backwards and climbing onto the bed. Nakamaru gingerly lay down next to him, resolutely staring up at the ceiling.
It was definitely better than Nakamaru having run away, but Massu thought it was kind of dull. He turned onto his side to face Nakamaru, slowly reaching for Nakamaru’s length. Nakamaru jumped at the tentative touch, turning his head to look at Massu. His blush was back in full force. Massu spoke softly as he slowly dragged his fingers along Nakamaru. “Yuichi. Don’t worry so much. Just enjoy this.”
Nakamaru looked like he wanted to protest for a moment, then moved his own hand to wrap Massu’s more firmly around himself. Massu set a slow pace, then pulled away to find the lube. “I have an idea,” he muttered, slicking one of Nakamaru’s hands as well as his own.
Massu rolled to straddle Nakamaru, lining their hips up and grinding their erections together. Nakamaru gasped, then wrapped his hand around them both, rocking his hips up to meet Massu’s downward thrusts. “Fuck, Takahisa,” Nakamaru muttered, eyes fluttering shut.
“We could do that later, Yuichi,” Massu said, burying his face against the side of Nakamaru’s neck. “I’m getting close. Speed up.”
Nakamaru complied, working his hand faster as Massu mouthed at the side of his neck. Massu dragged his lips along Nakamaru’s jaw, finally properly kissing him, pulling a moan from the other. With that, Massu couldn’t hold out any longer, spilling over Nakamaru’s fingers.
Nakamaru couldn’t hold back his surprised noise, groaning into Massu’s mouth as he sped up. Massu had the presence of mind to wrap his still slick fingers around Nakamaru in an effort to help him out. The touch had Nakamaru shuddering, gasping out as his eyes fluttered shut and he came.
Massu stayed where he was for a moment, then finally got up to clean up. He took the few steps to the bathroom, surprised when Nakamaru followed him and turned on the shower. That wasn’t a bad idea at all.
Nakamaru looked up from the taps at Massu as he muttered, “It’s only fair, you know, after making such a mess of me.”
Massu had no objections, gently guiding Nakamaru under the spray and wondering if he could convince him to come over unannounced more often.