Shota/Uchi: Strawberry Soft-centre
Title: Strawberry Soft-centre
Pairing: Yasuda/Uchi
Rating: Good ol' NC-17
Notes: Um...Uchi's back? And training. And Sanche-san is mean. And Shota is seme. LOOK! SMUT!
Shota hummed cheerfully to himself as he traversed the corridors of the agency. The rest of KanJani were still mucking around in the gakuya, all but one. To Shota, it was the most important one: his errant boyfriend.
Shota neared the dance studio and had to suppress a chuckle. Sanche-san was yelling at Uchi and the group’s youngest looked like he was close to tears. No wonder really, considering how out-of-practice he would have been. And with no one else in the room, Sanche-san could only yell at Uchi.
Yasuda quietly let himself in, bowing at Sanche-san before taking a seat in the corner to watch and wait for them to finish.
“Yasuda, would you like to join in?” Sanche-san asked after a few minutes of not being able to get a forlorn Uchi to do a certain move properly.
“No thank you. I was just wondering when Hiroki would be finished.” Shota replied politely. He loved Uchi, he really did, but not enough to endure another hour or two of dance practice.
“I guess you can have him now then.” Sanche-san shot a glare at the youngest. “I think he’s done for the day.”
“Thank you.” Uchi wheezed, bolting to the safety of Yasuda’s arms before their choreographer could change his mind. Shota chuckled and handed Uchi the can of pocari sweat he’d bought especially. Uchi nodded appreciatively and began sculling the sports drink.
“Thank you, Sanche-san.” Yasuda added, picking up Uchi’s bag for him and steering him out the door.
The two continued in comfortable silence towards the door, Shota’s hand still resting possessively on the small of the singer’s back. They reached Yasu’s car and Uchi automatically got in.
“Do you want me to drop you straight home, or would you like to come to mine?” Yasuda asked. “Are you hungry? Do you want to go out or shall we just grab something from a conbini?”
“I just want to shower.” Uchi moaned, slumping in the seat and closing his eyes.
“That doesn’t answer any of my questions.” Shota reprimanded lightly, starting the car.
“Conbini. Yours.”
“Alright then.”
Uchi managed to fall asleep on the short drive, so Shota didn’t bother to wake him at the conbini. He chose something he remembered Uchi liking, and the same for himself. Uchi still hadn’t woken when Shota returned to the car, but he certainly did when he got two warm meals dropped in his lap. And he awoke with a shriek.
“Shota...” Uchi whined, struggling upright and lifting the warm packages off his lap.
“I’m sorry, Hiro-chan. I’ll kiss it better when we get home.”
“So we’re going to...?” Uchi faltered.
“If you want to.” Shota replied, resting a hand on the younger boy’s knee. “You are still my boyfriend though, aren’t you?”
“I think so.”
“Well I think so too, so I guess you are.” Shota chuckled again and squeezed Uchi’s leg where his hand lay. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you as much lately.”
“That’s alright. You’ve still been calling me and all.”
“Yeah, I know. But phone sex just isn’t as good.”
Shota didn’t need to look over to know that Uchi had blushed scarlet.
A few minutes later they pulled into Shota’s driveway and bundled out of the car. Uchi lamely carried their dinner while Shota brought both their bags inside, arms muscles rippling in a way that Uchi had forgotten made him swoon so much.
“I’ll run you a bath.” Shota told him as soon as they got inside. Uchi nodded and put their dinner down on the table in the lounge room. The room hadn’t really changed that much. There were more photos scattered around the shelves and he looked at them. At least half were of Shota’s niece; the other half of the group. Uchi smiled at his friends before setting the photos back down, just as Shota came back into the room.
“What are you looking at?” Shota asked, wrapping his arms around Uchi’s waist from behind and going up on tip toe so he could rest his chin on the singer’s shoulder.
“Just, everyone.”
“Did you see this picture of my niece?” Yasu asked excitedly, holding up a frame. “Isn’t she adorable?”
“I like her uncle better.” Uchi replied, swaying gently with Yasu’s body.
Shota giggled.
“We better eat dinner before it gets cold.”
“Okay.” Uchi allowed himself to be dragged back onto the couch. Shota handed him his meal. “Vegetable yakiudon!” He squealed excitedly.
“Did I choose well?” Yasuda asked superfluously, sneaking his eggplant onto Uchi’s plate. Uchi kissed him on the cheek.
Uchi ate like he hadn’t eaten in months. Though judging by the way he’d fleshed out nicely, that wasn’t the case. He no longer looked like the gangly and awkward young thing he’d once been, and Shota had to concede that if their relationship was based on appearances, he might have had to let Uchi be seme. Hiroki noticed Shota was watching him and stopped eating, a little bit of something stuck on his lips, which still looked as ripe as raspberries. Uchi had managed to grow all his colour out too, and his dark hair was cut shorter than Shota could ever remember seeing it. It still framed perfectly his face, and his skin was pale, making and Shota wonder how much he’d actually got out of the house lately.
“Have I got something on my face?” Uchi asked. Yasuda brushed Uchi’s lips clean with a thumb and kissed him lightly.
“Not anymore.” He stood up. “I’d better check on this bath.”
“Okay.”
Uchi waited until Shota’s back was turned before stealing all his carrot.
“Uchi, it’s ready!” Shota called from the bathroom a few minutes later. Uchi set Yasu’s now empty plate down and followed the voice.
His breath hitched as he entered the bathroom. Shota had put some salts in the bath and the entire room was now full of the sweet, heady scent of flowers. All the lights had been turned off and the room was lit with just a few church candles, casting a soft, flickering glow against the tiles.
“Can I undress you?” Shota asked softly. Uchi nodded.
Shota’s practiced hands gently unbuttoned Uchi’s shirt before pulling it off, placing a cheeky kiss on the younger male’s navel as it was exposed.
“I still think you should get it pierced.” Shota commented, nipping the fold of flesh with his canine teeth as though he would do it himself.
“It would hurt.” Uchi protested.
“Not really. And I’d hold your hand.” Shota punctuated his words with light, sucking kisses.
“And I heard they get infected.”
“You have to keep them very clean. It heals quickly though.”
“What would Ryo say?” Uchi tried, his voice bordering on panicky.
“He’s dating Subaru, remember?” Yasu laughed. “Subaru who had his navel pierced before even I did.”
“But...”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just think it would be sexy.”
“Okay.” Hiroki’s shoulders slumped. Still on his knees, Yasuda got to work on Uchi’s pants. In another well-practiced move he undid Uchi’s fly with his teeth.
Soon Uchi was standing naked before his lover. In both senses of the word. A rosy blush spread over his entire body. Shota chuckled again and placed a teasingly light kiss on Uchi’s frenulum. Hiroki gasped and stumbled back against the wall so it could support him.
Shota peeled his own clothes off and chucked them in the washing basket.
“Come on Hiro, while the water’s still warm.” He encouraged.
Months of imposed celibacy had taken their toll on Uchi, and now every touch as Yasuda washed him served only to turn him on more. And Shota wasn’t even being particularly sensual about it. He was so relieved when the guitarist’s small, calloused hands slipped around his waist and began stroking his length.
Ineloquent with need, Uchi leaned back against his lover, hips reflexively rocking into Shota’s hands. One of Shota’s hands dropped to Uchi’s balls and began massaging them a little roughly, just as Uchi liked it. One knuckle dug into his perineum, stopping Uchi from spurting but not stopping his orgasm. Three successive waves of ecstasy had washed over Hiroki’s body before his ultimate climax came and he collapsed, boneless.
Calmly Yasu washed them both off, pulling Hiroki to his feet so he could climb into the bath after him. Uchi purred as he relaxed back against Shota’s chest, head lolling back against a broad shoulder.
“I’ve missed this.” Uchi sighed, watching the light flicker against the tiles and wondering if Yasuda had put some lavender in the bath because he felt so relaxed. “Baths just aren’t as fun alone.”
Shota nuzzled Uchi’s neck to show his agreement and started humming softly. That, the dim light, tiredness from the day’s practice and the soothing scent of lavender had Hiroki drifting off to sleep without even realising it. Yasu let him rest, gently stroking his hair and relishing just the solid warmth of his presence.
Finally the water started to grow cold. Ever fearful for his lover’s health, Yasuda woke Uchi and helped him out of the tub, rubbing him down with a soft, warm, fluffy towel straight out of the drier. Hiroki giggled as he watched his nipples turn into hard little nubs at the friction from the towel, and gasped when Shota bent down to nip playfully at them.
“Get into bed now.” Yasu instructed, trying to shoo Uchi along with a pat on the bottom.
“But you’re still wet.” Uchi protested, dancing nimbly around and snatching the towel from Shota’s hands so he could dry the guitarist off. Yasu didn’t bother protesting as Uchi teased him, only encouraging him to speed up so they could get into Shota’s nice warm bed as soon as possible and not catch a chill.
Their lips met the second they were safely under the covers. Shota’s kisses were more aggressive that Hiroki remembered; possessive and conveying the message that he was never going to let Uchi go again. Knowing that he was wanted that much triggered several automatic responses in Uchi. He moaned in Shota’s mouth. He wrapped his arms around the guitarist and pulled him close. And his blood flowed south.
Shota rolled on top of Uchi, nuzzling his neck and kissing the pulse point just the way the youngest had always liked it. Uchi moaned again, arching up towards his lover, desperate for the feel of Shota’s skin again his own.
“You’re keen.” Shota observed, kissing a line across Uchi’s collarbone.
“Missed. So much.” Uchi breathed, fingers finding the shallow groove of Shota’s spine and tracing up and down its length. “Sheets. Won’t they...dirty?”
Shota groaned good-naturedly, leaving Uchi’s neck and crawling over to the bedside cabinet. He pulled open a drawer, searching through it until he found two small packages.
“We can use these.” He suggested. “And they’re strawberry flavoured; your favourite.” Uchi blushed. “Or we could just get the sheets messy, and if we don’t pass out straight afterwards, I’ll change them.”
“I...don’t want you to have to...” Hiroki stuttered shyly.
“You’re pathetic.” Shota laughed, kissing each of Uchi’s glowing cheeks, one condom slipped surreptitiously back into the drawer. “And I believe I still needed to kiss you better.”
Uchi’s giggles escalated into euphoric shrieks as Shota kissed his way down the young singer’s body, tracing every new, and every familiar contour with his tongue. Uchi was trying very hard to control his breathing, but with a comically large lump travelling down the bed and Yasu’s feathery touch hot against his skin; it was proving to be very difficult.
And then Yasu’s lips found Uchi’s need, and there was suddenly no breathing for him to control.
Shota had this peculiar way of sucking ever-so-lightly on Uchi’s cock while his tongue flicked hard over the frenulum and throbbing vein. Uchi’s hips rolled instinctively up, trying desperately to force himself into the wet heat of Yasuda’s mouth, but as usual the guitarist’s mouth just wasn’t there to buck into. It was always off to the side or kissing too far down his shaft and it maddened Hiroki almost as much as it turned him on.
Abruptly Yasu stopped again, and Hiroki tried to kick him. The lump wobbled a bit like its causation was laughing, and that only made Uchi try to kick harder.
“Shochan...” he whined, unsure which protrusion on the lump was Shota’s head so it could be pushed back down.
The inactivity didn’t last too long before something was wrapped around the head of Uchi’s cock and slid down his length. Somehow Uchi managed to restrain himself from bucking into what a tiny voice in the back of his head was telling him was latex, and Shota used his lover’s temporary stunned state to deep throat him. And as soon had Uchi’s thoughts had regrouped; Yasu’s mouth was gone again.
The lump travelled back up the bed, erupting in front of Hiroki’s face to reveal Shota’s head, a shiny smear of precum adorning his cheekbone.
“Hi.” The guitarist greeted.
Uchi whimpered.
“I figure you’ll come in the condom, and I’ll just come inside you. That’ll make it easy to clean up.”
“I hate you.” Uchi informed him, grabbing a convenient pillow and batting his boyfriend over the head while secretly admiring the way Shota’s arm muscles bulged as they supported his weight.
“Why?” Yasu asked innocently, trapping both of Uchi’s hands above his head with only one of his own and licking the singer’s jaw line.
“Because you won’t just fuck me already.” Uchi answered, voice husky with rediscovered passion.
There was a brief blur of motion and Hiroki found himself on all fours, straddling the now supine guitarist. Hiro remained in somewhat of a daze - his brain hadn’t had to function on this little blood for a while now - as Yasuda reached over to the draw and retrieved a tube of lubricant, pouring a small puddle into his hand before reaching down into the sheets to rub it on himself. Uchi knew he should have been expecting it when Shota began rubbing the excess into his hole, but he couldn’t stop himself from gasping at the intrusion.
“Are you okay?” Shota asked, warm eyes flooding with concern for the younger boy. “I can go slower if you want me to. And we don’t even really have to do this.”
Uchi shook his head; an emphatic no.
“I just...it’s been a while.” He answered truthfully, pushing back onto Shota’s strong fingers and revelling in the feel of them touching him in such a private, intimate way.
“Okay, Hiro-chan.” Shota wrapped his clean hand around Uchi’s neck and dragged him down for a kiss, his other hand continuing to tease Hiroki’s hole open. “Just so long as you’re...”
Uchi pushed himself onto Shota.
“...alright.”
Hiroki was so fantastically tight around him that Shota knew before he’d even properly begun that he wasn’t going to last long. Judging by Uchi’s drawn expression and firm grip on Shota’s arm, neither was he. Their bodies rocked together in a rhythm that no amount of time apart could ever make them forget.
The first syllable of Shota’s name tumbled over and over again from Uchi’s lips like a mantra as he moved, fading as he did until all he could do was breathe the vowel sound. Yasuda ravished his young lover’s pale chest and throat, secretly glad Uchi wasn’t going to have any media exposure for a while because no amount of foundation was going to cover the mark he’d just made when Hiroki had squeezed even tighter around him.
Hiroki’s leg muscles clenched tightly for a second and Yasu knew he was close. Hungrily he dragged Uchi down for a kiss, stealing his breath away and not letting go as Hiroki shuddered and jolted and went limp. Shota’s own climax wasn’t far behind, and he bit Uchi’s neck to stifle his moan.
Hiroki could feel Yasuda softening inside him before falling out with a quiet, satisfied plop. He mumbled something, too far gone to open his mouth and enunciate. But his actions - snuggling up closer to Yasu and kissing his cheek - told just as much as words could. Shota replied similarly, stroking the young singer’s hair and kissing the tip of his nose.
After a few minutes Shota’s hand snaked under the blankets once more, pulling the soiled latex sheath off Uchi’s stilled shaft, knotting it and throwing it at the bin, then wiping his hands clean on a tissue and throwing it too.
“Yours or mine?” Hiroki mumbled drowsily, eyes already closed.
“Huh?”
“Strawberry. Your favourite, or mine?” Uchi repeated, looking up at Yasu through thick lashes.
Shota chuckled and pulled the quilts up further to cover them.
“Can’t it be both?”
MK~
Pairing: Yasuda/Uchi
Rating: Good ol' NC-17
Notes: Um...Uchi's back? And training. And Sanche-san is mean. And Shota is seme. LOOK! SMUT!
Shota hummed cheerfully to himself as he traversed the corridors of the agency. The rest of KanJani were still mucking around in the gakuya, all but one. To Shota, it was the most important one: his errant boyfriend.
Shota neared the dance studio and had to suppress a chuckle. Sanche-san was yelling at Uchi and the group’s youngest looked like he was close to tears. No wonder really, considering how out-of-practice he would have been. And with no one else in the room, Sanche-san could only yell at Uchi.
Yasuda quietly let himself in, bowing at Sanche-san before taking a seat in the corner to watch and wait for them to finish.
“Yasuda, would you like to join in?” Sanche-san asked after a few minutes of not being able to get a forlorn Uchi to do a certain move properly.
“No thank you. I was just wondering when Hiroki would be finished.” Shota replied politely. He loved Uchi, he really did, but not enough to endure another hour or two of dance practice.
“I guess you can have him now then.” Sanche-san shot a glare at the youngest. “I think he’s done for the day.”
“Thank you.” Uchi wheezed, bolting to the safety of Yasuda’s arms before their choreographer could change his mind. Shota chuckled and handed Uchi the can of pocari sweat he’d bought especially. Uchi nodded appreciatively and began sculling the sports drink.
“Thank you, Sanche-san.” Yasuda added, picking up Uchi’s bag for him and steering him out the door.
The two continued in comfortable silence towards the door, Shota’s hand still resting possessively on the small of the singer’s back. They reached Yasu’s car and Uchi automatically got in.
“Do you want me to drop you straight home, or would you like to come to mine?” Yasuda asked. “Are you hungry? Do you want to go out or shall we just grab something from a conbini?”
“I just want to shower.” Uchi moaned, slumping in the seat and closing his eyes.
“That doesn’t answer any of my questions.” Shota reprimanded lightly, starting the car.
“Conbini. Yours.”
“Alright then.”
Uchi managed to fall asleep on the short drive, so Shota didn’t bother to wake him at the conbini. He chose something he remembered Uchi liking, and the same for himself. Uchi still hadn’t woken when Shota returned to the car, but he certainly did when he got two warm meals dropped in his lap. And he awoke with a shriek.
“Shota...” Uchi whined, struggling upright and lifting the warm packages off his lap.
“I’m sorry, Hiro-chan. I’ll kiss it better when we get home.”
“So we’re going to...?” Uchi faltered.
“If you want to.” Shota replied, resting a hand on the younger boy’s knee. “You are still my boyfriend though, aren’t you?”
“I think so.”
“Well I think so too, so I guess you are.” Shota chuckled again and squeezed Uchi’s leg where his hand lay. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you as much lately.”
“That’s alright. You’ve still been calling me and all.”
“Yeah, I know. But phone sex just isn’t as good.”
Shota didn’t need to look over to know that Uchi had blushed scarlet.
A few minutes later they pulled into Shota’s driveway and bundled out of the car. Uchi lamely carried their dinner while Shota brought both their bags inside, arms muscles rippling in a way that Uchi had forgotten made him swoon so much.
“I’ll run you a bath.” Shota told him as soon as they got inside. Uchi nodded and put their dinner down on the table in the lounge room. The room hadn’t really changed that much. There were more photos scattered around the shelves and he looked at them. At least half were of Shota’s niece; the other half of the group. Uchi smiled at his friends before setting the photos back down, just as Shota came back into the room.
“What are you looking at?” Shota asked, wrapping his arms around Uchi’s waist from behind and going up on tip toe so he could rest his chin on the singer’s shoulder.
“Just, everyone.”
“Did you see this picture of my niece?” Yasu asked excitedly, holding up a frame. “Isn’t she adorable?”
“I like her uncle better.” Uchi replied, swaying gently with Yasu’s body.
Shota giggled.
“We better eat dinner before it gets cold.”
“Okay.” Uchi allowed himself to be dragged back onto the couch. Shota handed him his meal. “Vegetable yakiudon!” He squealed excitedly.
“Did I choose well?” Yasuda asked superfluously, sneaking his eggplant onto Uchi’s plate. Uchi kissed him on the cheek.
Uchi ate like he hadn’t eaten in months. Though judging by the way he’d fleshed out nicely, that wasn’t the case. He no longer looked like the gangly and awkward young thing he’d once been, and Shota had to concede that if their relationship was based on appearances, he might have had to let Uchi be seme. Hiroki noticed Shota was watching him and stopped eating, a little bit of something stuck on his lips, which still looked as ripe as raspberries. Uchi had managed to grow all his colour out too, and his dark hair was cut shorter than Shota could ever remember seeing it. It still framed perfectly his face, and his skin was pale, making and Shota wonder how much he’d actually got out of the house lately.
“Have I got something on my face?” Uchi asked. Yasuda brushed Uchi’s lips clean with a thumb and kissed him lightly.
“Not anymore.” He stood up. “I’d better check on this bath.”
“Okay.”
Uchi waited until Shota’s back was turned before stealing all his carrot.
“Uchi, it’s ready!” Shota called from the bathroom a few minutes later. Uchi set Yasu’s now empty plate down and followed the voice.
His breath hitched as he entered the bathroom. Shota had put some salts in the bath and the entire room was now full of the sweet, heady scent of flowers. All the lights had been turned off and the room was lit with just a few church candles, casting a soft, flickering glow against the tiles.
“Can I undress you?” Shota asked softly. Uchi nodded.
Shota’s practiced hands gently unbuttoned Uchi’s shirt before pulling it off, placing a cheeky kiss on the younger male’s navel as it was exposed.
“I still think you should get it pierced.” Shota commented, nipping the fold of flesh with his canine teeth as though he would do it himself.
“It would hurt.” Uchi protested.
“Not really. And I’d hold your hand.” Shota punctuated his words with light, sucking kisses.
“And I heard they get infected.”
“You have to keep them very clean. It heals quickly though.”
“What would Ryo say?” Uchi tried, his voice bordering on panicky.
“He’s dating Subaru, remember?” Yasu laughed. “Subaru who had his navel pierced before even I did.”
“But...”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just think it would be sexy.”
“Okay.” Hiroki’s shoulders slumped. Still on his knees, Yasuda got to work on Uchi’s pants. In another well-practiced move he undid Uchi’s fly with his teeth.
Soon Uchi was standing naked before his lover. In both senses of the word. A rosy blush spread over his entire body. Shota chuckled again and placed a teasingly light kiss on Uchi’s frenulum. Hiroki gasped and stumbled back against the wall so it could support him.
Shota peeled his own clothes off and chucked them in the washing basket.
“Come on Hiro, while the water’s still warm.” He encouraged.
Months of imposed celibacy had taken their toll on Uchi, and now every touch as Yasuda washed him served only to turn him on more. And Shota wasn’t even being particularly sensual about it. He was so relieved when the guitarist’s small, calloused hands slipped around his waist and began stroking his length.
Ineloquent with need, Uchi leaned back against his lover, hips reflexively rocking into Shota’s hands. One of Shota’s hands dropped to Uchi’s balls and began massaging them a little roughly, just as Uchi liked it. One knuckle dug into his perineum, stopping Uchi from spurting but not stopping his orgasm. Three successive waves of ecstasy had washed over Hiroki’s body before his ultimate climax came and he collapsed, boneless.
Calmly Yasu washed them both off, pulling Hiroki to his feet so he could climb into the bath after him. Uchi purred as he relaxed back against Shota’s chest, head lolling back against a broad shoulder.
“I’ve missed this.” Uchi sighed, watching the light flicker against the tiles and wondering if Yasuda had put some lavender in the bath because he felt so relaxed. “Baths just aren’t as fun alone.”
Shota nuzzled Uchi’s neck to show his agreement and started humming softly. That, the dim light, tiredness from the day’s practice and the soothing scent of lavender had Hiroki drifting off to sleep without even realising it. Yasu let him rest, gently stroking his hair and relishing just the solid warmth of his presence.
Finally the water started to grow cold. Ever fearful for his lover’s health, Yasuda woke Uchi and helped him out of the tub, rubbing him down with a soft, warm, fluffy towel straight out of the drier. Hiroki giggled as he watched his nipples turn into hard little nubs at the friction from the towel, and gasped when Shota bent down to nip playfully at them.
“Get into bed now.” Yasu instructed, trying to shoo Uchi along with a pat on the bottom.
“But you’re still wet.” Uchi protested, dancing nimbly around and snatching the towel from Shota’s hands so he could dry the guitarist off. Yasu didn’t bother protesting as Uchi teased him, only encouraging him to speed up so they could get into Shota’s nice warm bed as soon as possible and not catch a chill.
Their lips met the second they were safely under the covers. Shota’s kisses were more aggressive that Hiroki remembered; possessive and conveying the message that he was never going to let Uchi go again. Knowing that he was wanted that much triggered several automatic responses in Uchi. He moaned in Shota’s mouth. He wrapped his arms around the guitarist and pulled him close. And his blood flowed south.
Shota rolled on top of Uchi, nuzzling his neck and kissing the pulse point just the way the youngest had always liked it. Uchi moaned again, arching up towards his lover, desperate for the feel of Shota’s skin again his own.
“You’re keen.” Shota observed, kissing a line across Uchi’s collarbone.
“Missed. So much.” Uchi breathed, fingers finding the shallow groove of Shota’s spine and tracing up and down its length. “Sheets. Won’t they...dirty?”
Shota groaned good-naturedly, leaving Uchi’s neck and crawling over to the bedside cabinet. He pulled open a drawer, searching through it until he found two small packages.
“We can use these.” He suggested. “And they’re strawberry flavoured; your favourite.” Uchi blushed. “Or we could just get the sheets messy, and if we don’t pass out straight afterwards, I’ll change them.”
“I...don’t want you to have to...” Hiroki stuttered shyly.
“You’re pathetic.” Shota laughed, kissing each of Uchi’s glowing cheeks, one condom slipped surreptitiously back into the drawer. “And I believe I still needed to kiss you better.”
Uchi’s giggles escalated into euphoric shrieks as Shota kissed his way down the young singer’s body, tracing every new, and every familiar contour with his tongue. Uchi was trying very hard to control his breathing, but with a comically large lump travelling down the bed and Yasu’s feathery touch hot against his skin; it was proving to be very difficult.
And then Yasu’s lips found Uchi’s need, and there was suddenly no breathing for him to control.
Shota had this peculiar way of sucking ever-so-lightly on Uchi’s cock while his tongue flicked hard over the frenulum and throbbing vein. Uchi’s hips rolled instinctively up, trying desperately to force himself into the wet heat of Yasuda’s mouth, but as usual the guitarist’s mouth just wasn’t there to buck into. It was always off to the side or kissing too far down his shaft and it maddened Hiroki almost as much as it turned him on.
Abruptly Yasu stopped again, and Hiroki tried to kick him. The lump wobbled a bit like its causation was laughing, and that only made Uchi try to kick harder.
“Shochan...” he whined, unsure which protrusion on the lump was Shota’s head so it could be pushed back down.
The inactivity didn’t last too long before something was wrapped around the head of Uchi’s cock and slid down his length. Somehow Uchi managed to restrain himself from bucking into what a tiny voice in the back of his head was telling him was latex, and Shota used his lover’s temporary stunned state to deep throat him. And as soon had Uchi’s thoughts had regrouped; Yasu’s mouth was gone again.
The lump travelled back up the bed, erupting in front of Hiroki’s face to reveal Shota’s head, a shiny smear of precum adorning his cheekbone.
“Hi.” The guitarist greeted.
Uchi whimpered.
“I figure you’ll come in the condom, and I’ll just come inside you. That’ll make it easy to clean up.”
“I hate you.” Uchi informed him, grabbing a convenient pillow and batting his boyfriend over the head while secretly admiring the way Shota’s arm muscles bulged as they supported his weight.
“Why?” Yasu asked innocently, trapping both of Uchi’s hands above his head with only one of his own and licking the singer’s jaw line.
“Because you won’t just fuck me already.” Uchi answered, voice husky with rediscovered passion.
There was a brief blur of motion and Hiroki found himself on all fours, straddling the now supine guitarist. Hiro remained in somewhat of a daze - his brain hadn’t had to function on this little blood for a while now - as Yasuda reached over to the draw and retrieved a tube of lubricant, pouring a small puddle into his hand before reaching down into the sheets to rub it on himself. Uchi knew he should have been expecting it when Shota began rubbing the excess into his hole, but he couldn’t stop himself from gasping at the intrusion.
“Are you okay?” Shota asked, warm eyes flooding with concern for the younger boy. “I can go slower if you want me to. And we don’t even really have to do this.”
Uchi shook his head; an emphatic no.
“I just...it’s been a while.” He answered truthfully, pushing back onto Shota’s strong fingers and revelling in the feel of them touching him in such a private, intimate way.
“Okay, Hiro-chan.” Shota wrapped his clean hand around Uchi’s neck and dragged him down for a kiss, his other hand continuing to tease Hiroki’s hole open. “Just so long as you’re...”
Uchi pushed himself onto Shota.
“...alright.”
Hiroki was so fantastically tight around him that Shota knew before he’d even properly begun that he wasn’t going to last long. Judging by Uchi’s drawn expression and firm grip on Shota’s arm, neither was he. Their bodies rocked together in a rhythm that no amount of time apart could ever make them forget.
The first syllable of Shota’s name tumbled over and over again from Uchi’s lips like a mantra as he moved, fading as he did until all he could do was breathe the vowel sound. Yasuda ravished his young lover’s pale chest and throat, secretly glad Uchi wasn’t going to have any media exposure for a while because no amount of foundation was going to cover the mark he’d just made when Hiroki had squeezed even tighter around him.
Hiroki’s leg muscles clenched tightly for a second and Yasu knew he was close. Hungrily he dragged Uchi down for a kiss, stealing his breath away and not letting go as Hiroki shuddered and jolted and went limp. Shota’s own climax wasn’t far behind, and he bit Uchi’s neck to stifle his moan.
Hiroki could feel Yasuda softening inside him before falling out with a quiet, satisfied plop. He mumbled something, too far gone to open his mouth and enunciate. But his actions - snuggling up closer to Yasu and kissing his cheek - told just as much as words could. Shota replied similarly, stroking the young singer’s hair and kissing the tip of his nose.
After a few minutes Shota’s hand snaked under the blankets once more, pulling the soiled latex sheath off Uchi’s stilled shaft, knotting it and throwing it at the bin, then wiping his hands clean on a tissue and throwing it too.
“Yours or mine?” Hiroki mumbled drowsily, eyes already closed.
“Huh?”
“Strawberry. Your favourite, or mine?” Uchi repeated, looking up at Yasu through thick lashes.
Shota chuckled and pulled the quilts up further to cover them.
“Can’t it be both?”
MK~