[One-shot] Want, want, want
Title: Want, want, want
Character(s): Okajima.
Genre: Smut.
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: Nope.
Beta: hotfruits
Summary: Yuto thinks he's hot and starts to pleasure himself in front of the mirror, watching his own reflection. Keito stands by and watches, before accompanying Yuto.
A/N: /HIDES FOREVER. Locked in 72 hours.
It was already way past working hours and being a minor, Yuto was supposed to be home. Yet somehow, he was still in the studio, carrying on with the dance moves he had learned that morning.
After a few more minutes, he stopped, tired. He strode towards the mirror against the wall, touching the cold surface, feeling the chill travel down his spine. Yuto breathed heavily, creating little balls of steam on the mirror.
He was covered in sweat, all slick and wet.
"You're so hot," he spoke to his own reflection, taking off his shirt. He observed his body, eye-ing his strong arms and broad chest. His hands slowly slid down to his stomach, caressing the forming abs and he moaned softly as tingles of pleasure coursed through his systems.
Yuto moved his hands up to his sweaty chest, lightly rubbing at his hard nipples. His pace grew faster, pinching them and a long cry escaped his pink lips. He wanted to throw his head back, but he avoided doing so because he preferred to look at his own lusty expression.
His face was red and flushed, mouth parted.
"You turn me on," he told his image.
Done fondling with his chest, his hands wandered down again. He could feel the anticipation build in him, heart beating fast as adrenaline rushed through him. He teased the hem of his already low hanging pants, pushing them down completely, leaving him in his boxers only.
Yuto smirked, seeing the tent and wet spot on his underpants. "Already that hard, huh?"
Wasting no time, he stripped himself naked, grabbing his dripping erection. Yuto moaned loudly as he stroke himself fast, hands traveling up and down the shaft, occasionally teasing the tip. He leaned forward, pressing his head against the cool glass of the mirror hoping that it would down the heat a little.
His breathing increased as he picked up his pace, squeezing his cock. Using his other hand, he played with his balls. The double stimulation was too much for him to take and just at that moment, he felt the heat coil up in his stomach. After a few more strokes and teases, Yuto came, cum splattering on the mirror and his hands.
The boy slumped down to the floor, breathing heavily, exhausted. He stared at his counterpart. "That felt good, didn't it?" he asked himself, tilting his head.
Bringing his dirtied hands to his lips, he started sucking on his fingers, licking up all the cum that had stained them. "Mmm," he hummed as his head bobbed up and down, "You taste good."
He was so busy pleasuring himself that he hadn't noticed the figure standing by the doorway. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Keito leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and a grin across his face.
"Keito? What are you doing here?" Yuto questioned with a mouth full of his own digits, saliva starting to trickle down his chin.
"Me? Oh, I'm just watching you please yourself..." Keito strode towards Yuto, hands in his pockets and stopped behind him, looking at him through the mirror, "...again. How many times have I got caught you this week? Hmm, Yuto?"
Yuto slurped the last few drops of his own essence, removing his hands out of his mouth, a string of saliva following after. "I just can't help it. I feel aroused when I see myself all damp and sweaty."
Keito chuckled, kneeling behind Yuto, whispering into his ear, "And you know what arouses me? Seeing you satisfying yourself. Teasing..." He nibbled on Yuto's earlobe, wrapping his arms around the younger boy's torso, "...stroking, moaning. You really like to touch yourself don't you, Yuto?"
The lanky boy let out a shaky breath as Keito's coarse fingers rubbed the insides of his thighs. He threw his head back, fitting perfectly in Keito's shoulder. "Yeah," he managed to rasp out, "But I like it even more when you do."
"So naughty~" Keito sang as he bit down on Yuto's collarbone. He licked the veins that were popping out on his neck, following its course, making Yuto shiver. His hands teased every inch of Yuto's skin, from his chest to his stomach and back down to his legs. He desperately drank in the moans Yuto gave to his touches, them guiding him to go further.
"Take off your clothes," Yuto urged as he turned around, tugging at Keito's shirt.
The older boy gladly complied, backing away from Yuto a bit as he unclothed, taking everything off. He positioned his naked self on top of Yuto, immediately kissing him aggressively full on the lips. Keito shoved his tongue forcefully inside of Yuto's mouth, moaning as their tongues met. They fought for dominance, until Yuto gave in and let the English boy raid his mouth, touching every place possible, tasting him.
Pulling away for breath, Keito instantly planted butterfly kisses along Yuto's jaw, down to his neck, stopping to leave a mark. He then proceeded to Yuto's chest, licking at a nipple as Yuto heaved up and down. He bit at the sensitive bud, swirling his tongue in ways that made Yuto's eyeballs fall to the back of his head. Keito gave the same care to the neglected one, before going lower and lower, trailing kisses everywhere until he reached Yuto's -once again- hard erection.
He blew at the perked cock, laughing lightly when it twitched.
"Hurry up and stop teasing," Yuto whimpered, desperate for release.
"You asked for it." Quickly, Keito ravaged Yuto's penis, nipping at the tip before swallowing it whole. He licked at the underside, grazing his teeth every now and then. Below him, Yuto thrashed, grabbing a head of Keito's hair as he tried to keep himself from fucking the older boy's mouth.
Yuto's eyes grew wide and a loud cry of ecstasy escaped him as he felt vibrations on his sensitive organ.
Keito was singing.
While sucking him off.
And it was the best feeling Yuto had ever experienced.
Not able to hold back anymore, Yuto bucked his hips upwards, feeling his cock hit the back of Keito's throat. The older boy gagged, holding Yuto's hips down.
"Be nice."
"Unnnngh, just hurry up already."
Keito knew Yuto was close, he felt it before he pulled away but instead of going back to his ministrations, he coated his fingers with Yuto's pre-cum, sliding the first one roughly into Yuto's entrance, making Yuto wince in pain.
"Fuck, Keito! That hurt!" A tear rolled down his cheek.
"You wanted me to be fast, so I was."
"Ugh, fine. Just get on with it."
He added another finger, and another, and another, this time more carefully because he didn't want to hurt his boyfriend. He let Yuto's hole get used to the intrusion first before moving his digits in scissoring motions, stretching Yuto wide.
On the other hand, Yuto no longer felt the pain as it was replaced with intense pleasure. Occasionally, Keito's fingers would brush against his prostate and he mewled unashamedly.
Feeling that Yuto was prepped enough, Keito pulled his fingers out, coated his own erection with his saliva and positioned it in front of Yuto's crevice. He gave Yuto a long, languid kiss as a distraction, slowly pushing himself into Yuto.
Yuto's breathing rate increased as Keito went deeper, until he was fully filled. He let himself adjust around the thick member before giving Keito the nod of approval to move.
Keito didn't even think for a second before pulling half-way out, only to slam back in, watching as Yuto arched his back, mouth parted. He thrust deeper and deeper and harder and harder into the younger boy, hitting the bundle of nerves countless of times.
"Hey," Keito whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down Yuto's back. "Look at yourself."
Yuto shook his head, closing his eyes.
Keito stopped moving completely. "Turn your head around and look at yourself," he demanded.
"Keito, please," Yuto pleaded helplessly. "Make me come."
"No, not until you look at yourself."
Not having another choice, Yuto twisted his head around, his pleading, desperate, sweaty face staring back at him.
"You see how hot you look? How needy? Do you know how much I wish I could just tear you apart? I'll make you come so hard screaming my name, it'll knock the living daylights out of you."
Yuto shut his eyes, head pounding. "Oh God, yes. Please, please, please, please, please," he begged.
"You're such a little slut, aren't you?" Keito snickered, smashing his lips onto Yuto's and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
He continued to move inside Yuto again, picking up his pace and slowing down at certain moments. He knew that Yuto was close by the way his hole kept twitching.
"Ha, ha, ha," Yuto breathed inside of Keito's mouth. "Faster. Just a few more."
Keito groaned, feeling his body giving up on him. He shoved inside a little more before Yuto came screaming his name, convulsing around him and making him come seconds after. Weary, he plopped himself on top of Yuto, the white substance sticking in between them.
Yuto let the cool of the wooden floor seep through his body as he tried to regain his breathing. "That," he inhaled, "Was the best sex I have ever experienced."
Laughing, Keito snuggled closer to Yuto, burying his face in his neck, kissing him there. "I'm telling you, it's the mirrors."
"Nah, I think it was more you talking dirty. Seriously, I didn't know you had it in you."
"I'm full of surprises," Keito grinned against Yuto's skin. "So I guess dirty talking is your kink, huh? I should do it more often then."
"Mhmm," Yuto hummed. "Hey, we should get up and clean the place up. The others wouldn't want to see cum everywhere."
"Nooo," Keito whined, "Who cares about them? Let them come in first thing in the morning to us naked on the floor."
Yuto whacked Keito's head, giggling. "Are you stupid? Yabu would kill us."
"But I'm tired, I don't wanna get up."
"But I'm sticky and dirty and I want to take a nice, hot shower." Yuto tried to push Keito off of him, but to no avail.
"I'll move if you let me join you."
"Are you crazy?! I won't be able to dance tomorrow."
"So?"
Yuto sighed at Keito's stubbornness. "Fine, as long as you're gentle."
"I promise." Keito smiled, pushing himself up and pulling Yuto along with him, helping the younger boy walk towards the shower stalls.
It was going to be a long, restless night.
Fin.
I'm not continuing/doing a part two for the shower sex. Just sayin' cause someone keeps asking me to write smut.
I'll go rot in my grave now before somebody decides to kill me for writing Yuto like this n__n
Character(s): Okajima.
Genre: Smut.
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: Nope.
Beta: hotfruits
Summary: Yuto thinks he's hot and starts to pleasure himself in front of the mirror, watching his own reflection. Keito stands by and watches, before accompanying Yuto.
A/N: /HIDES FOREVER. Locked in 72 hours.
It was already way past working hours and being a minor, Yuto was supposed to be home. Yet somehow, he was still in the studio, carrying on with the dance moves he had learned that morning.
After a few more minutes, he stopped, tired. He strode towards the mirror against the wall, touching the cold surface, feeling the chill travel down his spine. Yuto breathed heavily, creating little balls of steam on the mirror.
He was covered in sweat, all slick and wet.
"You're so hot," he spoke to his own reflection, taking off his shirt. He observed his body, eye-ing his strong arms and broad chest. His hands slowly slid down to his stomach, caressing the forming abs and he moaned softly as tingles of pleasure coursed through his systems.
Yuto moved his hands up to his sweaty chest, lightly rubbing at his hard nipples. His pace grew faster, pinching them and a long cry escaped his pink lips. He wanted to throw his head back, but he avoided doing so because he preferred to look at his own lusty expression.
His face was red and flushed, mouth parted.
"You turn me on," he told his image.
Done fondling with his chest, his hands wandered down again. He could feel the anticipation build in him, heart beating fast as adrenaline rushed through him. He teased the hem of his already low hanging pants, pushing them down completely, leaving him in his boxers only.
Yuto smirked, seeing the tent and wet spot on his underpants. "Already that hard, huh?"
Wasting no time, he stripped himself naked, grabbing his dripping erection. Yuto moaned loudly as he stroke himself fast, hands traveling up and down the shaft, occasionally teasing the tip. He leaned forward, pressing his head against the cool glass of the mirror hoping that it would down the heat a little.
His breathing increased as he picked up his pace, squeezing his cock. Using his other hand, he played with his balls. The double stimulation was too much for him to take and just at that moment, he felt the heat coil up in his stomach. After a few more strokes and teases, Yuto came, cum splattering on the mirror and his hands.
The boy slumped down to the floor, breathing heavily, exhausted. He stared at his counterpart. "That felt good, didn't it?" he asked himself, tilting his head.
Bringing his dirtied hands to his lips, he started sucking on his fingers, licking up all the cum that had stained them. "Mmm," he hummed as his head bobbed up and down, "You taste good."
He was so busy pleasuring himself that he hadn't noticed the figure standing by the doorway. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Keito leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and a grin across his face.
"Keito? What are you doing here?" Yuto questioned with a mouth full of his own digits, saliva starting to trickle down his chin.
"Me? Oh, I'm just watching you please yourself..." Keito strode towards Yuto, hands in his pockets and stopped behind him, looking at him through the mirror, "...again. How many times have I got caught you this week? Hmm, Yuto?"
Yuto slurped the last few drops of his own essence, removing his hands out of his mouth, a string of saliva following after. "I just can't help it. I feel aroused when I see myself all damp and sweaty."
Keito chuckled, kneeling behind Yuto, whispering into his ear, "And you know what arouses me? Seeing you satisfying yourself. Teasing..." He nibbled on Yuto's earlobe, wrapping his arms around the younger boy's torso, "...stroking, moaning. You really like to touch yourself don't you, Yuto?"
The lanky boy let out a shaky breath as Keito's coarse fingers rubbed the insides of his thighs. He threw his head back, fitting perfectly in Keito's shoulder. "Yeah," he managed to rasp out, "But I like it even more when you do."
"So naughty~" Keito sang as he bit down on Yuto's collarbone. He licked the veins that were popping out on his neck, following its course, making Yuto shiver. His hands teased every inch of Yuto's skin, from his chest to his stomach and back down to his legs. He desperately drank in the moans Yuto gave to his touches, them guiding him to go further.
"Take off your clothes," Yuto urged as he turned around, tugging at Keito's shirt.
The older boy gladly complied, backing away from Yuto a bit as he unclothed, taking everything off. He positioned his naked self on top of Yuto, immediately kissing him aggressively full on the lips. Keito shoved his tongue forcefully inside of Yuto's mouth, moaning as their tongues met. They fought for dominance, until Yuto gave in and let the English boy raid his mouth, touching every place possible, tasting him.
Pulling away for breath, Keito instantly planted butterfly kisses along Yuto's jaw, down to his neck, stopping to leave a mark. He then proceeded to Yuto's chest, licking at a nipple as Yuto heaved up and down. He bit at the sensitive bud, swirling his tongue in ways that made Yuto's eyeballs fall to the back of his head. Keito gave the same care to the neglected one, before going lower and lower, trailing kisses everywhere until he reached Yuto's -once again- hard erection.
He blew at the perked cock, laughing lightly when it twitched.
"Hurry up and stop teasing," Yuto whimpered, desperate for release.
"You asked for it." Quickly, Keito ravaged Yuto's penis, nipping at the tip before swallowing it whole. He licked at the underside, grazing his teeth every now and then. Below him, Yuto thrashed, grabbing a head of Keito's hair as he tried to keep himself from fucking the older boy's mouth.
Yuto's eyes grew wide and a loud cry of ecstasy escaped him as he felt vibrations on his sensitive organ.
Keito was singing.
While sucking him off.
And it was the best feeling Yuto had ever experienced.
Not able to hold back anymore, Yuto bucked his hips upwards, feeling his cock hit the back of Keito's throat. The older boy gagged, holding Yuto's hips down.
"Be nice."
"Unnnngh, just hurry up already."
Keito knew Yuto was close, he felt it before he pulled away but instead of going back to his ministrations, he coated his fingers with Yuto's pre-cum, sliding the first one roughly into Yuto's entrance, making Yuto wince in pain.
"Fuck, Keito! That hurt!" A tear rolled down his cheek.
"You wanted me to be fast, so I was."
"Ugh, fine. Just get on with it."
He added another finger, and another, and another, this time more carefully because he didn't want to hurt his boyfriend. He let Yuto's hole get used to the intrusion first before moving his digits in scissoring motions, stretching Yuto wide.
On the other hand, Yuto no longer felt the pain as it was replaced with intense pleasure. Occasionally, Keito's fingers would brush against his prostate and he mewled unashamedly.
Feeling that Yuto was prepped enough, Keito pulled his fingers out, coated his own erection with his saliva and positioned it in front of Yuto's crevice. He gave Yuto a long, languid kiss as a distraction, slowly pushing himself into Yuto.
Yuto's breathing rate increased as Keito went deeper, until he was fully filled. He let himself adjust around the thick member before giving Keito the nod of approval to move.
Keito didn't even think for a second before pulling half-way out, only to slam back in, watching as Yuto arched his back, mouth parted. He thrust deeper and deeper and harder and harder into the younger boy, hitting the bundle of nerves countless of times.
"Hey," Keito whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down Yuto's back. "Look at yourself."
Yuto shook his head, closing his eyes.
Keito stopped moving completely. "Turn your head around and look at yourself," he demanded.
"Keito, please," Yuto pleaded helplessly. "Make me come."
"No, not until you look at yourself."
Not having another choice, Yuto twisted his head around, his pleading, desperate, sweaty face staring back at him.
"You see how hot you look? How needy? Do you know how much I wish I could just tear you apart? I'll make you come so hard screaming my name, it'll knock the living daylights out of you."
Yuto shut his eyes, head pounding. "Oh God, yes. Please, please, please, please, please," he begged.
"You're such a little slut, aren't you?" Keito snickered, smashing his lips onto Yuto's and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
He continued to move inside Yuto again, picking up his pace and slowing down at certain moments. He knew that Yuto was close by the way his hole kept twitching.
"Ha, ha, ha," Yuto breathed inside of Keito's mouth. "Faster. Just a few more."
Keito groaned, feeling his body giving up on him. He shoved inside a little more before Yuto came screaming his name, convulsing around him and making him come seconds after. Weary, he plopped himself on top of Yuto, the white substance sticking in between them.
Yuto let the cool of the wooden floor seep through his body as he tried to regain his breathing. "That," he inhaled, "Was the best sex I have ever experienced."
Laughing, Keito snuggled closer to Yuto, burying his face in his neck, kissing him there. "I'm telling you, it's the mirrors."
"Nah, I think it was more you talking dirty. Seriously, I didn't know you had it in you."
"I'm full of surprises," Keito grinned against Yuto's skin. "So I guess dirty talking is your kink, huh? I should do it more often then."
"Mhmm," Yuto hummed. "Hey, we should get up and clean the place up. The others wouldn't want to see cum everywhere."
"Nooo," Keito whined, "Who cares about them? Let them come in first thing in the morning to us naked on the floor."
Yuto whacked Keito's head, giggling. "Are you stupid? Yabu would kill us."
"But I'm tired, I don't wanna get up."
"But I'm sticky and dirty and I want to take a nice, hot shower." Yuto tried to push Keito off of him, but to no avail.
"I'll move if you let me join you."
"Are you crazy?! I won't be able to dance tomorrow."
"So?"
Yuto sighed at Keito's stubbornness. "Fine, as long as you're gentle."
"I promise." Keito smiled, pushing himself up and pulling Yuto along with him, helping the younger boy walk towards the shower stalls.
It was going to be a long, restless night.
Fin.
I'm not continuing/doing a part two for the shower sex. Just sayin' cause someone keeps asking me to write smut.
I'll go rot in my grave now before somebody decides to kill me for writing Yuto like this n__n