{08--Sakurai Sho/Horikita Maki} Smooth
Title: Smooth
Pairing: Sakurai Sho/Horikita Maki
Rating/Genre: Rated-R, real-life
Words: 1,612
Summary: How to ruin a brand new leather sofa together by Sakurai Sho and Horikita Maki.
Author's Note: This is the sequel to Here, which of course, is also smut.
Warning: This isn’t overly graphic (I hope) but you might feel slight discomfort while reading this. Unbeta’ed.
Very rarely does Sakurai Sho find time to sit down and watch television. He spends most of his waking hours running back and forth between television station studios, in the limelight, in concert venues, in recording studios, and in restaurants. Others have always wondered how he keeps his energy running, how he can still put on a good a show for the audience and laugh at Aiba’s silly antics with barely four hours of sleep every night , but he has never provided any actual details. Little do they know that several nights a week he meets with her in bars, restaurants and then occasionally in his apartment. They talk most of the time about their time spent apart, interesting things they picked up during that absence or they finish conversations that began in text messages.
Tonight, though, their time together is spent on a black leather sofa that he had just ordered three days ago. The television is on and they are both watching a news program in silence. Just an hour earlier though, they were still in bed after an intimate moment that resulted from her flipping through the an-an magazine featuring his almost-naked body. Now they finally have clothes on (after being naked under covers for a long time), a black tee with a deep-V neckline and a pair of sweatpants whereas she only has on an oversized tee long enough to cover her knees. His back is leaning against the stack of pillows at the end of the sofa and she is sitting in his embrace with her head rested on his chest.
His fingers run across her bare arm, drawing tiny circles against her creamy skin as he watches the news with her. She looks up at him and smiles, saying nothing. He smiles back and kisses the top of her head, basking in the scent of lavender shampoo. He finds himself repeating his gesture a couple more times, but she remains unaffected as she pays close attention to the newscaster summarizing the currency state of the Japanese yen. While he should really be listening to this, the scent of her hair is simply too distracting, and then the touch of her skin-even though he has touched and kissed it many, many times before-makes him want to start what they had done in the bedroom an hour ago. The downside, of course, is that they have both just showered and they are on a brand new sofa and he’d hate to ruin the quality of it.
He withdraws his hand from her and places it on the sofa. He lets his palm glide across the top but he stops midway because he comes to realize that, Shit, she has smoother skin than this and that an inexplicable heat is rising in his body as she begins to fidget in his embrace. He has no idea why she is moving around so much, and why her oversized tee is now looking a little bit too short on her as he sees her smooth thighs peeking out from underneath the thin material. Whatever it is that they are showing on television-he really cannot concentrate on that right now-must be taking lots and lots of attention from her and that if she does not stop moving, he might just end up going back to the way he was in the bedroom.
She moves again and this time the shirt rolls up to the opening of her legs. He sees her blush as she attempts to pull her shirt down, but then he buries his face into the nape of her neck and presses his lips there softly. He feels her tremble, so he does it again and again until she turns towards him and says, very quietly, “This is a new sofa. Very new, Sho.” Normally she would sound quite convincing, but her cheeks are pink right now and she isn’t moving away, even though she knows he would continue doing what he wants to do to her. He takes that as a huge hint and just pulls her close for a kiss.
The kiss of course turns into something else when his lips move to her collarbone, his hands moving into the collar of her shirt and underneath. She closes her eyes with her mouth slightly agape, and her fingers run their way through his hair as he reaches into her bra. She says his name breathlessly and he looks up at her, only to find her cheeks have turned into two patches of red. He kisses her lips again and then proceeds to take her shirt off and she cooperates by lifting up her arms. When the shirt is finally off and thrown casually behind her, he begins to work on the clasp of her bra, carefully setting it free while holding in his breath. The bra comes off smoothly and it is sent to join her shirt.
He moves forward a little and buries his face against the smooth V spot between her breasts as her hands glide across his back, literally grabbing onto the sweater material. His mouth moves to her right breast where his tongue makes its appearance and he lets it make circles around her nipple, causing her shudder and gasp. He feels her hand moving southwards to the waistband of his sweatpants while his tongue flickers over her nipple. When he moves to the other side, her fingers have already slid into his pants and he knows what she wants off right now. So he moves his mouth back to her lips and he sits up to make things easier for her as she slides his pants and underwear down to his ankles and they are pulled off swiftly.
He quickly grabs the remote control before they can carry on and shuts the television off to prevent any unnecessary distraction.
The leather material below them is of course wet and hot, just like their bodies are. And yes, Sho is thinking that this is a brand sofa, but those thoughts fly away when he lifts her body onto his own with her legs straddling his lower body. He puts his hands around her slender waist and seals her lips when he slides into her and he feels her hands caressing his back in response. He makes his first move, a slow and gentle thrust and keeps it at this pace as he devours her mouth. Her hands curl around his neck, hanging onto him mercilessly as he slides back and forth with her in perfect momentum. Then, much to his surprise, she puts her hands on his shoulders and slowly pushes him down on his back and she falls along with him, her breasts colliding with his wet chest, her gasps echoing into his ear. She rocks back and forth with her hands keeping him down by the shoulders and he looks up at her, thinking only how to prolong this moment because she rarely does this, at least not with her hands pinning him down. A few minutes later-thirty seconds in his mind-her fingers run across his abs, moving south to where he is throbbing. Hard.
That is pretty much all he needs to make things go a little faster-just a tad quicker-and he leaves her no option to breath because all that is coming out of her mouth are more gasps as he works with her, sitting up while she slides off, but not entirely detached. His hands glide across her smooth back while hers move around aimlessly around his chest as the number of thrusts increase. Her legs are now tightened around him, urging him deeper. At this point, the two of them are completely soaked and the new sofa, of course, smells like love rather than leather but they are too engrossed with each other’s bodies to take note of that. There are other important things right now.
Minutes pass with their figures swaying back and forth and he feels her small frame tremble against him and a similar sensation spreads through his body, bringing the intimate moment to its closure.
He presses his forehead against hers as they both catch their breaths. She grins bashfully in response, probably rewinding their intimate moment like a video in her mind though she would never admit it. But then her gaze moves to where they are sitting, the leathery surface gleaming with their sweat. They look each other and know instantly that this sofa will have to be moved into his bedroom because there is no way, after what they’ve done here, they would let any of their friends sit on the same spot. It would be too awkward and unsanitary even if they clean it thoroughly. And speaking of which, he has no idea how to get rid of their sweat stains from a leather sofa.
“It was a new sofa, Sho,” she says, her warm hand joining his as they sit there and exchange tiny smiles.
“I like that emphasis on was,” he replies, reaching over her to grab her oversized tee and bra. He helps her put both on as he continues with, “I can buy a new sofa. A different one. Something with covers so we can change it whenever we need to.”
That of course has her blushing again, and as she straightens out her tangled stresses, he steals a kiss from her cheek and says rather apologetically, “Looks like we’ll have to shower again.”
“A cold shower,” she says, a beat later. “I think we both need one.”
He can only agree with her on that.
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END.
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Author's Note: Man, I'm not going to write any more smut. I'd rather read them. *stares at Kei* ♥♥♥
Pairing: Sakurai Sho/Horikita Maki
Rating/Genre: Rated-R, real-life
Words: 1,612
Summary: How to ruin a brand new leather sofa together by Sakurai Sho and Horikita Maki.
Author's Note: This is the sequel to Here, which of course, is also smut.
Warning: This isn’t overly graphic (I hope) but you might feel slight discomfort while reading this. Unbeta’ed.
Very rarely does Sakurai Sho find time to sit down and watch television. He spends most of his waking hours running back and forth between television station studios, in the limelight, in concert venues, in recording studios, and in restaurants. Others have always wondered how he keeps his energy running, how he can still put on a good a show for the audience and laugh at Aiba’s silly antics with barely four hours of sleep every night , but he has never provided any actual details. Little do they know that several nights a week he meets with her in bars, restaurants and then occasionally in his apartment. They talk most of the time about their time spent apart, interesting things they picked up during that absence or they finish conversations that began in text messages.
Tonight, though, their time together is spent on a black leather sofa that he had just ordered three days ago. The television is on and they are both watching a news program in silence. Just an hour earlier though, they were still in bed after an intimate moment that resulted from her flipping through the an-an magazine featuring his almost-naked body. Now they finally have clothes on (after being naked under covers for a long time), a black tee with a deep-V neckline and a pair of sweatpants whereas she only has on an oversized tee long enough to cover her knees. His back is leaning against the stack of pillows at the end of the sofa and she is sitting in his embrace with her head rested on his chest.
His fingers run across her bare arm, drawing tiny circles against her creamy skin as he watches the news with her. She looks up at him and smiles, saying nothing. He smiles back and kisses the top of her head, basking in the scent of lavender shampoo. He finds himself repeating his gesture a couple more times, but she remains unaffected as she pays close attention to the newscaster summarizing the currency state of the Japanese yen. While he should really be listening to this, the scent of her hair is simply too distracting, and then the touch of her skin-even though he has touched and kissed it many, many times before-makes him want to start what they had done in the bedroom an hour ago. The downside, of course, is that they have both just showered and they are on a brand new sofa and he’d hate to ruin the quality of it.
He withdraws his hand from her and places it on the sofa. He lets his palm glide across the top but he stops midway because he comes to realize that, Shit, she has smoother skin than this and that an inexplicable heat is rising in his body as she begins to fidget in his embrace. He has no idea why she is moving around so much, and why her oversized tee is now looking a little bit too short on her as he sees her smooth thighs peeking out from underneath the thin material. Whatever it is that they are showing on television-he really cannot concentrate on that right now-must be taking lots and lots of attention from her and that if she does not stop moving, he might just end up going back to the way he was in the bedroom.
She moves again and this time the shirt rolls up to the opening of her legs. He sees her blush as she attempts to pull her shirt down, but then he buries his face into the nape of her neck and presses his lips there softly. He feels her tremble, so he does it again and again until she turns towards him and says, very quietly, “This is a new sofa. Very new, Sho.” Normally she would sound quite convincing, but her cheeks are pink right now and she isn’t moving away, even though she knows he would continue doing what he wants to do to her. He takes that as a huge hint and just pulls her close for a kiss.
The kiss of course turns into something else when his lips move to her collarbone, his hands moving into the collar of her shirt and underneath. She closes her eyes with her mouth slightly agape, and her fingers run their way through his hair as he reaches into her bra. She says his name breathlessly and he looks up at her, only to find her cheeks have turned into two patches of red. He kisses her lips again and then proceeds to take her shirt off and she cooperates by lifting up her arms. When the shirt is finally off and thrown casually behind her, he begins to work on the clasp of her bra, carefully setting it free while holding in his breath. The bra comes off smoothly and it is sent to join her shirt.
He moves forward a little and buries his face against the smooth V spot between her breasts as her hands glide across his back, literally grabbing onto the sweater material. His mouth moves to her right breast where his tongue makes its appearance and he lets it make circles around her nipple, causing her shudder and gasp. He feels her hand moving southwards to the waistband of his sweatpants while his tongue flickers over her nipple. When he moves to the other side, her fingers have already slid into his pants and he knows what she wants off right now. So he moves his mouth back to her lips and he sits up to make things easier for her as she slides his pants and underwear down to his ankles and they are pulled off swiftly.
He quickly grabs the remote control before they can carry on and shuts the television off to prevent any unnecessary distraction.
The leather material below them is of course wet and hot, just like their bodies are. And yes, Sho is thinking that this is a brand sofa, but those thoughts fly away when he lifts her body onto his own with her legs straddling his lower body. He puts his hands around her slender waist and seals her lips when he slides into her and he feels her hands caressing his back in response. He makes his first move, a slow and gentle thrust and keeps it at this pace as he devours her mouth. Her hands curl around his neck, hanging onto him mercilessly as he slides back and forth with her in perfect momentum. Then, much to his surprise, she puts her hands on his shoulders and slowly pushes him down on his back and she falls along with him, her breasts colliding with his wet chest, her gasps echoing into his ear. She rocks back and forth with her hands keeping him down by the shoulders and he looks up at her, thinking only how to prolong this moment because she rarely does this, at least not with her hands pinning him down. A few minutes later-thirty seconds in his mind-her fingers run across his abs, moving south to where he is throbbing. Hard.
That is pretty much all he needs to make things go a little faster-just a tad quicker-and he leaves her no option to breath because all that is coming out of her mouth are more gasps as he works with her, sitting up while she slides off, but not entirely detached. His hands glide across her smooth back while hers move around aimlessly around his chest as the number of thrusts increase. Her legs are now tightened around him, urging him deeper. At this point, the two of them are completely soaked and the new sofa, of course, smells like love rather than leather but they are too engrossed with each other’s bodies to take note of that. There are other important things right now.
Minutes pass with their figures swaying back and forth and he feels her small frame tremble against him and a similar sensation spreads through his body, bringing the intimate moment to its closure.
He presses his forehead against hers as they both catch their breaths. She grins bashfully in response, probably rewinding their intimate moment like a video in her mind though she would never admit it. But then her gaze moves to where they are sitting, the leathery surface gleaming with their sweat. They look each other and know instantly that this sofa will have to be moved into his bedroom because there is no way, after what they’ve done here, they would let any of their friends sit on the same spot. It would be too awkward and unsanitary even if they clean it thoroughly. And speaking of which, he has no idea how to get rid of their sweat stains from a leather sofa.
“It was a new sofa, Sho,” she says, her warm hand joining his as they sit there and exchange tiny smiles.
“I like that emphasis on was,” he replies, reaching over her to grab her oversized tee and bra. He helps her put both on as he continues with, “I can buy a new sofa. A different one. Something with covers so we can change it whenever we need to.”
That of course has her blushing again, and as she straightens out her tangled stresses, he steals a kiss from her cheek and says rather apologetically, “Looks like we’ll have to shower again.”
“A cold shower,” she says, a beat later. “I think we both need one.”
He can only agree with her on that.
*
END.
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Author's Note: Man, I'm not going to write any more smut. I'd rather read them. *stares at Kei* ♥♥♥