One-Shot for the Keio Boy
Title: Do’s and Don’ts
Pairing: Sakumoto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sho asks Jun for some help, but things get messy.
Disclaimer: I don’t know/own any of the mentioned characters. This is a work of fiction.
A/N: Slightly a responds on the Anon Meme. As well as a Bday present for Sho-kun (=^_^=)v
Sho stared at the burned piece of fish that was sizzling on the frying pan as Jun looked at him in disbelief. “I said to leave it alone for 30 seconds then turn it over! What did you do?!” he yelled. Sho squeezed his lips together and shifted his eyes to the his angry friend.
“I thought it’d cook faster in the oven…”
Jun covered his face and sighed. “What are we going to eat then?”
“Sushi?” Sho said enthusiastically. “Then next time we can try again.”
“You’re never cooking in my house. I’m afraid I won’t have one if I let you,” Jun said sternly. Sho pouted and dropped his head down, staring at his feet.
“Then help me,” he said in a small voice.
“What?” Jun heard him, but he wanted the other man to say it more clearly. Sho just kept quiet, still gazing at his sock covered feet. Jun smirked and moved about in the kitchen pulling out a box of cake mix and a bowl. “How about I let you make desert. It should be very simple to make. All you have to do is follow the do’s and don’ts” he said crossing his arms over his chest.
“Do’s and don’ts?” Sho questioned finally looking up. Jun didn’t answer him and shoved the box in the rapper’s hands.
“Do: Open the box and pour the contents in the bowl,” Matsujun said with a authoritative tone. Sho’s eyebrows knit in confusion, but he did the action nonetheless.
“Do: Crack two eggs in it.” Again Sho followed Jun’s order’s and cracked two eggs in it, single handedly. He looked at Matsujun, waiting for more of his orders. “Do: Take this and add 1/3 cups of water in it” Jun said shoving a measuring cup in Sho’s hands. “Now add ¼ cups of oil in it,” he completed. Sho nodded and added the final two ingredients. “Do: Mix them together using this”. An electric mixer was placed on the table next to the bowl.
Sho smiled feeling like a chef when he held it. Matsujun could tell the older man would get excited about this part, but failed to realize that dangers of it as well. “You have to be careful with this because if you don’t press the right button-” Jun started to say until he was cut off.
“What does this button do?” Sho asked and pressed it.
“Don’t-” Jun yelled before getting chocolate batter splattered on him. The whirring sound of the beater stopped and the kitchen fell silent. Slowly the younger singer looked over at his chocolate splattered group mate and mentally growled at him.
“Sorry,” he said with a sheepish smile.
“Idiot,” Jun muttered.
“Here, let’s get you out of these dirty clothes. We all know how much of a neat freak you are,” Sho said while he removed Matsujun’s shirt and already working on his jeans. When he was down to his boxer briefs Sho licked his lip, tasting some of the batter on it.
“You’ll need to take yours off too. I don’t want you to spread it anywhere else,” the younger man said swallowing nervously. Sho smiled at him and stripped down to his boxer briefs as well. Jun could see the faint outline of the rapper’s semi-hard cock causing his own dick to awaken.
Sho walked up to him and licked his left cheek, cleaning the batter that was there. “Mmm,” he moaned every time he lapped up the chocolate from Jun’s body. Matsumoto giggled softly when Sho’s tongue ran across his jaw line. “You’re still so dirty,” he whispered against Jun’s neck.
“Where?”
“Here,” Sho said smearing some batter on his nipples. “And here,” he pasted some on Jun’s semi toned stomach. “And amazingly here,” he said coating it on Jun’s confined erection.
“Sho!” Jun said in both shock and anger. He really didn’t want to clean batter off of his boxer briefs later. The older man only giggled before taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking at it, making Jun’s breathing quicken. He repeated the same treatment to the other nipple before letting his tongue run down to the messy stomach.
“Mmm, Jun-kun tastes so good,” Sho moaned against Jun’s stomach. He continued to go down until he reached the main attraction. Sho chuckled before opening his mouth wide and sucking on Jun’s balls through the material.
“Ah fuck,” Jun called out. Sho kept a hard suction on them, knowing Jun liked it that way. He sucked further up, tracing the path of his erect cock until he reached the head which was barely being concealed. “Sho,” the younger man sighed.
“Jun, fuck me,” Sho said as he stroked his own weeping cock. Jun pulled the older man up and bent him over the counter. He nearly ripped off Sho’s underpants, just to get to his puckered hole. Jun dipped two fingers in the batter and placed them in front of the rapper’s plump lips, silently telling him to suck. He opened up and lapped the chocolate off, making sure the fingers were both properly clean and wet.
“Do: Open you’re legs wider” Jun said lustfully. Sho’s cock twitched at the tone and followed the instructions. Jun slipped a finger in loving the sounds his friend was letting out. Sounds he’d never think he’d hear. Another finger was added, making Sho cry out.
“Fuck, Jun…fuck.”
“Feels good Sho-san?” Jun teased, hooking his fingers.
“Ah, yes!” the rapper screamed in pleasure.
“Oh, did I find it already?” the DoS asked, hooking his fingers again to brush Sho’s spot.
“Ugh,” was all Sho was able to let out. He tried to take his erection in his hand, but was pushed closer to the counter preventing his hands from touching himself.
“Sho-san, this is what you get for making me and my kitchen dirty,” Jun said moving his fingers faster in and out faster.
“Jun…”
“Yes?”
“Do: Fuck me!” Sho yelled unable to take it anymore. Chuckling, Jun pulled his fingers out, spat on his hand and spread it on his dick. Gripping the base of his cock, he shoved it into Sho’s hole. “Ah!” he yelled grabbing the smooth surface of the counter.
“I won’t go lightly on you,” Jun said as he pushed himself to the hilt, gripping Sho’s hips painfully hard.
“Don’t: Go soft on me. Do: Make me hur,t” Sho gasped.
“Don’t: Order me around,” Jun growled, pulled out halfway, and shoved back in. Sho screamed again, from both pain and pleasure. The harder Jun went to harder did his hips slam into the edge of the counter. Jun kept his fast and hard pace making sure Sho was able to feel everything.
“Matsumoto-san,” Sho whimpered letting his head fall back onto Jun’s shoulder.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled in the older singer’s ear. He ran his hands up his chest, pinching a nipple while running his hand down the toned abs. Sho’s stomach trembled, feeling small jolts of pleasure hit his cock as Jun’s finger encircled his bellybutton.
“I need to come…please,” Sho whined. The way he was pressed against the counter was actually acting like a cock ring.
“Need or want?” The thrusts got deeper and faster the longer Sho stalled. “Answer me.”
“Need…ah, want,” Sho called out.
“Beg me some more baby.”
“Please, please let me come.”
“More,” Jun growled biting his shoulder, but not hard enough to break the skin.
“Ah, fuck. Please let me come. I want to come!” Jun chuckled at the state of the older man.
“More,” he purred, rotating his hips.
“Jun-sama...please,” Sho gasped. Matsujun pulled Sho away from the counter and jerked him off. The rapper cried out and shot his cum all over Jun’s fingers. Seconds later he came inside of Sho. Both men were gasping for air and trying to get their brains to function again.
Slowly Jun pulled out of Sho, biting his lip in arousal at the soft sigh the other let out. “How bad is it?” Jun asked turning him around. He laughed at the deep red line going across Sho’s pelvis from the edge of the counter. His upper thighs held small indentations as well.
“Ah, the batter really is ruined,” Sho said turning back around. Jun peek over and grimaced. Some of Sho’s cum managed to make its way inside.
“Throw it away. We’ll have to start anew,” Jun sighed. “But this time…let’s start with the Don’ts,” he smiled.
END
Pairing: Sakumoto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sho asks Jun for some help, but things get messy.
Disclaimer: I don’t know/own any of the mentioned characters. This is a work of fiction.
A/N: Slightly a responds on the Anon Meme. As well as a Bday present for Sho-kun (=^_^=)v
Sho stared at the burned piece of fish that was sizzling on the frying pan as Jun looked at him in disbelief. “I said to leave it alone for 30 seconds then turn it over! What did you do?!” he yelled. Sho squeezed his lips together and shifted his eyes to the his angry friend.
“I thought it’d cook faster in the oven…”
Jun covered his face and sighed. “What are we going to eat then?”
“Sushi?” Sho said enthusiastically. “Then next time we can try again.”
“You’re never cooking in my house. I’m afraid I won’t have one if I let you,” Jun said sternly. Sho pouted and dropped his head down, staring at his feet.
“Then help me,” he said in a small voice.
“What?” Jun heard him, but he wanted the other man to say it more clearly. Sho just kept quiet, still gazing at his sock covered feet. Jun smirked and moved about in the kitchen pulling out a box of cake mix and a bowl. “How about I let you make desert. It should be very simple to make. All you have to do is follow the do’s and don’ts” he said crossing his arms over his chest.
“Do’s and don’ts?” Sho questioned finally looking up. Jun didn’t answer him and shoved the box in the rapper’s hands.
“Do: Open the box and pour the contents in the bowl,” Matsujun said with a authoritative tone. Sho’s eyebrows knit in confusion, but he did the action nonetheless.
“Do: Crack two eggs in it.” Again Sho followed Jun’s order’s and cracked two eggs in it, single handedly. He looked at Matsujun, waiting for more of his orders. “Do: Take this and add 1/3 cups of water in it” Jun said shoving a measuring cup in Sho’s hands. “Now add ¼ cups of oil in it,” he completed. Sho nodded and added the final two ingredients. “Do: Mix them together using this”. An electric mixer was placed on the table next to the bowl.
Sho smiled feeling like a chef when he held it. Matsujun could tell the older man would get excited about this part, but failed to realize that dangers of it as well. “You have to be careful with this because if you don’t press the right button-” Jun started to say until he was cut off.
“What does this button do?” Sho asked and pressed it.
“Don’t-” Jun yelled before getting chocolate batter splattered on him. The whirring sound of the beater stopped and the kitchen fell silent. Slowly the younger singer looked over at his chocolate splattered group mate and mentally growled at him.
“Sorry,” he said with a sheepish smile.
“Idiot,” Jun muttered.
“Here, let’s get you out of these dirty clothes. We all know how much of a neat freak you are,” Sho said while he removed Matsujun’s shirt and already working on his jeans. When he was down to his boxer briefs Sho licked his lip, tasting some of the batter on it.
“You’ll need to take yours off too. I don’t want you to spread it anywhere else,” the younger man said swallowing nervously. Sho smiled at him and stripped down to his boxer briefs as well. Jun could see the faint outline of the rapper’s semi-hard cock causing his own dick to awaken.
Sho walked up to him and licked his left cheek, cleaning the batter that was there. “Mmm,” he moaned every time he lapped up the chocolate from Jun’s body. Matsumoto giggled softly when Sho’s tongue ran across his jaw line. “You’re still so dirty,” he whispered against Jun’s neck.
“Where?”
“Here,” Sho said smearing some batter on his nipples. “And here,” he pasted some on Jun’s semi toned stomach. “And amazingly here,” he said coating it on Jun’s confined erection.
“Sho!” Jun said in both shock and anger. He really didn’t want to clean batter off of his boxer briefs later. The older man only giggled before taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking at it, making Jun’s breathing quicken. He repeated the same treatment to the other nipple before letting his tongue run down to the messy stomach.
“Mmm, Jun-kun tastes so good,” Sho moaned against Jun’s stomach. He continued to go down until he reached the main attraction. Sho chuckled before opening his mouth wide and sucking on Jun’s balls through the material.
“Ah fuck,” Jun called out. Sho kept a hard suction on them, knowing Jun liked it that way. He sucked further up, tracing the path of his erect cock until he reached the head which was barely being concealed. “Sho,” the younger man sighed.
“Jun, fuck me,” Sho said as he stroked his own weeping cock. Jun pulled the older man up and bent him over the counter. He nearly ripped off Sho’s underpants, just to get to his puckered hole. Jun dipped two fingers in the batter and placed them in front of the rapper’s plump lips, silently telling him to suck. He opened up and lapped the chocolate off, making sure the fingers were both properly clean and wet.
“Do: Open you’re legs wider” Jun said lustfully. Sho’s cock twitched at the tone and followed the instructions. Jun slipped a finger in loving the sounds his friend was letting out. Sounds he’d never think he’d hear. Another finger was added, making Sho cry out.
“Fuck, Jun…fuck.”
“Feels good Sho-san?” Jun teased, hooking his fingers.
“Ah, yes!” the rapper screamed in pleasure.
“Oh, did I find it already?” the DoS asked, hooking his fingers again to brush Sho’s spot.
“Ugh,” was all Sho was able to let out. He tried to take his erection in his hand, but was pushed closer to the counter preventing his hands from touching himself.
“Sho-san, this is what you get for making me and my kitchen dirty,” Jun said moving his fingers faster in and out faster.
“Jun…”
“Yes?”
“Do: Fuck me!” Sho yelled unable to take it anymore. Chuckling, Jun pulled his fingers out, spat on his hand and spread it on his dick. Gripping the base of his cock, he shoved it into Sho’s hole. “Ah!” he yelled grabbing the smooth surface of the counter.
“I won’t go lightly on you,” Jun said as he pushed himself to the hilt, gripping Sho’s hips painfully hard.
“Don’t: Go soft on me. Do: Make me hur,t” Sho gasped.
“Don’t: Order me around,” Jun growled, pulled out halfway, and shoved back in. Sho screamed again, from both pain and pleasure. The harder Jun went to harder did his hips slam into the edge of the counter. Jun kept his fast and hard pace making sure Sho was able to feel everything.
“Matsumoto-san,” Sho whimpered letting his head fall back onto Jun’s shoulder.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled in the older singer’s ear. He ran his hands up his chest, pinching a nipple while running his hand down the toned abs. Sho’s stomach trembled, feeling small jolts of pleasure hit his cock as Jun’s finger encircled his bellybutton.
“I need to come…please,” Sho whined. The way he was pressed against the counter was actually acting like a cock ring.
“Need or want?” The thrusts got deeper and faster the longer Sho stalled. “Answer me.”
“Need…ah, want,” Sho called out.
“Beg me some more baby.”
“Please, please let me come.”
“More,” Jun growled biting his shoulder, but not hard enough to break the skin.
“Ah, fuck. Please let me come. I want to come!” Jun chuckled at the state of the older man.
“More,” he purred, rotating his hips.
“Jun-sama...please,” Sho gasped. Matsujun pulled Sho away from the counter and jerked him off. The rapper cried out and shot his cum all over Jun’s fingers. Seconds later he came inside of Sho. Both men were gasping for air and trying to get their brains to function again.
Slowly Jun pulled out of Sho, biting his lip in arousal at the soft sigh the other let out. “How bad is it?” Jun asked turning him around. He laughed at the deep red line going across Sho’s pelvis from the edge of the counter. His upper thighs held small indentations as well.
“Ah, the batter really is ruined,” Sho said turning back around. Jun peek over and grimaced. Some of Sho’s cum managed to make its way inside.
“Throw it away. We’ll have to start anew,” Jun sighed. “But this time…let’s start with the Don’ts,” he smiled.
END