[Fic] Reach
Title: Reach
Author: bunny_d_kate
Fandom: V6
Pairing: Sakamoto x Okada
Rating: NC-17 (smut naked men but no real porn, sorry)
Summary: Sometimes height difference can be a bitch.
Notes: My (belated) birthday present for ohnaganoes. Inspired by this prompt.
His eyes are closed and all he can feel is the hot water running down his body and the wet hands slowly sneaking up along his back.
It's not like they've never shared a shower before but this is the first time it's just the two of them. And this is his apartment and not some common shower after a concert. It feels so much more intimate. So much so, that the suggestion alone made his heart race inside his chest and his hands got all sweaty like a nervous teenager.
There's no talking. Only the sound of the running water and the occasional hitched breath whenever fingers brush over a particularly sensitive area.
He can feel the other's hands moving upwards slowly, gently massaging his shoulders. Long fingers playing with the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck. His head lolls forward and before he can stop it, a low content sigh escapes his lips and makes him blush right to the roots of his hair. The soft chuckle coming from behind him doesn't really help either.
The fingers inch a little higher, moving along the same spot for a moment before they stop moving altogether. For a moment nothing happens but then the touch is gone and a frustrated little huff makes him turn his head in surprise.
It takes all he has not to laugh at the disgruntled expression on the other’s face.
"What's wrong?"
The times when he was a cute teenage boy are long gone, but sometimes he's still so adorable, especially with his cheeks colored in a slight shade of pink, rubbing his lower lip in embarrassment as he mumbles something under his breath.
"Hm?"
"I can't reach..." he repeats a little louder and the blush on his cheeks intensifies.
His eyes are fixed firmly on the ground so he doesn't notice him bending forward and he can feel him freeze for a second as he presses a gentle kiss on his forehead.
The way he looks up at him afterwards through his long lashes, makes him abandon all caution for a moment and as he grabs him by the hips with surprisingly strong hands and picks him up, it's already too late to go back.
"W-what… what are you doing?" the other splutters and grabs onto his arms for support, his eyes wide in surprise.
He isn't really sure about that himself but despite his insecurities he hears himself whisper "Hold on" in a low voice.
There is no protest but a moment of indecisiveness before the younger man hesitantly wraps his legs around his hips and shyly presses himself closer against him as he pushes him up a little higher in his arms.
He takes a careful step forward until the other's back meets the wall behind them, the cold tiles on his skin making him gasp.
"Better?"
Instead of an answer, the younger man slowly wraps his arms around his neck, glancing up at him with a shy smile that makes him go a little weak in the knees.
Leaning in closer, he lets his lips lightly brush against his, waiting for the other to return the kiss.
Despite the situation, their kiss is still innocent but he can feel his heart flutter when the younger man affectionately rubs his nose against his cheek before they part.
"So are you gonna wash my hair now or what?" he whispers, pressing a small peck on his earlobe.
The other's giggle sounds a little muffled, his face is still pressed against his shoulder.
"You actually want me to wash your hair like this?"
"Sure! I washed yours, too."
"You could have just bent down..."
"It's more fun like this." he replies with a smirk and closes his eyes as the other playfully ruffles his wet hair before reaching for the shampoo bottle on the small rack next to him.
Author: bunny_d_kate
Fandom: V6
Pairing: Sakamoto x Okada
Rating: NC-17 (smut naked men but no real porn, sorry)
Summary: Sometimes height difference can be a bitch.
Notes: My (belated) birthday present for ohnaganoes. Inspired by this prompt.
His eyes are closed and all he can feel is the hot water running down his body and the wet hands slowly sneaking up along his back.
It's not like they've never shared a shower before but this is the first time it's just the two of them. And this is his apartment and not some common shower after a concert. It feels so much more intimate. So much so, that the suggestion alone made his heart race inside his chest and his hands got all sweaty like a nervous teenager.
There's no talking. Only the sound of the running water and the occasional hitched breath whenever fingers brush over a particularly sensitive area.
He can feel the other's hands moving upwards slowly, gently massaging his shoulders. Long fingers playing with the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck. His head lolls forward and before he can stop it, a low content sigh escapes his lips and makes him blush right to the roots of his hair. The soft chuckle coming from behind him doesn't really help either.
The fingers inch a little higher, moving along the same spot for a moment before they stop moving altogether. For a moment nothing happens but then the touch is gone and a frustrated little huff makes him turn his head in surprise.
It takes all he has not to laugh at the disgruntled expression on the other’s face.
"What's wrong?"
The times when he was a cute teenage boy are long gone, but sometimes he's still so adorable, especially with his cheeks colored in a slight shade of pink, rubbing his lower lip in embarrassment as he mumbles something under his breath.
"Hm?"
"I can't reach..." he repeats a little louder and the blush on his cheeks intensifies.
His eyes are fixed firmly on the ground so he doesn't notice him bending forward and he can feel him freeze for a second as he presses a gentle kiss on his forehead.
The way he looks up at him afterwards through his long lashes, makes him abandon all caution for a moment and as he grabs him by the hips with surprisingly strong hands and picks him up, it's already too late to go back.
"W-what… what are you doing?" the other splutters and grabs onto his arms for support, his eyes wide in surprise.
He isn't really sure about that himself but despite his insecurities he hears himself whisper "Hold on" in a low voice.
There is no protest but a moment of indecisiveness before the younger man hesitantly wraps his legs around his hips and shyly presses himself closer against him as he pushes him up a little higher in his arms.
He takes a careful step forward until the other's back meets the wall behind them, the cold tiles on his skin making him gasp.
"Better?"
Instead of an answer, the younger man slowly wraps his arms around his neck, glancing up at him with a shy smile that makes him go a little weak in the knees.
Leaning in closer, he lets his lips lightly brush against his, waiting for the other to return the kiss.
Despite the situation, their kiss is still innocent but he can feel his heart flutter when the younger man affectionately rubs his nose against his cheek before they part.
"So are you gonna wash my hair now or what?" he whispers, pressing a small peck on his earlobe.
The other's giggle sounds a little muffled, his face is still pressed against his shoulder.
"You actually want me to wash your hair like this?"
"Sure! I washed yours, too."
"You could have just bent down..."
"It's more fun like this." he replies with a smirk and closes his eyes as the other playfully ruffles his wet hair before reaching for the shampoo bottle on the small rack next to him.