Five senses (or ths Shige/Massu drabbles)
Title: Five senses (or the Shige/Massu drabbles)
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Shige and Massu, as seen from each other’s eyes.
Notes: It was originally just a writing exercise I did on recommendation of my friend K, “Pick a pairing/group/person and write about them through another character’s POV using the five senses, ie: Sight, Smell, sound, touch, and taste.”
I picked Shige/Massu and this is what came out, I’m not even sure what to make of it, it’s completely different from anything I’ve written before.
So yeah, apologies if I somehow mangled anything >.>
Sight
Things always looked different in front of a camera, what was once rather mundane and possibly even ugly could be shaped into one of the most precious of things - or at least appear to be.
“Alright, Kato-san, try tucking your chin in,” the photographer ordered, turning his camera over in has hands, readying for the next shot.
With a sigh, Shige did as he was asked, tucking his chin in slightly, and turning his head at what he thought was a rather odd angle. The slight movement seemed to have given the photographer an aneurism, as he let out a groan in happiness and clicked his camera at a rather startling speed.
“PERFECT!” he cried. Shige could do little else besides blink, and hope he was nearly done, as his neck really was beginning to hurt.
“Okay, good,” the photographer finally relented, putting the camera down, and allowing Shige to scurry right off the set, gingerly wiping away at the powder the make-up artists had smeared over his face.
It seems he, like anyone else was altered for cameras.
Massu lightly hopped onto the set, clad in the usual attire of bright colors, and odd patterns. The photographer gave the man a single look, before tearing his eyes away, hoping he wouldn’t get a headache from staring at the boy for too long.
Shige couldn’t help but grin, watching Massu idly turn to give the camera a full on grin.
Although having had a rather bad feeling about photographing Massu, the photographer perked up slightly after catching sight of the dimples.
Dimples were good, dimples he could work with.
Moving around a bit, the photographer settled on a few up-close shots, zooming in on Massu’s face, angling around Massu to better catch the shimmering glow of light in his hair, tweaking his lens slightly to readily capture the soft angles of Massu’s face.
Grinning sheepishly, Massu cocked his head to one side, seeming to ooze cute and fluffy and a simple honesty rarely found in anyone else.
Eyes shifting from the camera, they fell on Shige, who couldn’t help but smile back warmly.
Perhaps many did change for the camera, but not a single one of them was Massu.
Massu who seemed the same both in front and behind the camera, ever constant, and always the same.
Feel
He could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest, feel his breath hitch and eyes flutter closed, unable to do anything but simply feel the smooth, plush lips work against his.
Hand tangling in his hair, and a hand resting on the small of his back, pulling him closer and closer until all he could feel was frustration at the thin film of material between himself and Massu.
A hand snaked up his shirt, making Shige break away from the kiss and moan.
Undeterred Massu let his lips wander to the new expanse of neck Shige had presented. Kissing his way down to the small opening in Shige’s T-shirt, Massu suckled and licked, leaving Shige gasping for air.
Shige couldn’t feel anything, the heat he’d been complaining about only moments ago was long forgotten and all he could feel was the smooth ridges of Massu’s mouth gently working against his skin.
All he could sense was Massu, from the fine hairs on his head to the ghosting beads of sweat running down his back.
The smooth cotton fabric of Massu’s shirt still stood, annoyingly keeping Shige from the tantalizing muscles that lay beneath.
Forgoing pulling the garment off, Shige snuck his hands under and gently raked his fingers over the slim torso, relishing in the hard bumps of muscle that jutted out.
Massu shuddered, letting out a breath on Shige’s neck, making his knees practically buckle from beneath.
Shige pulled his hands out and settled for laying them on Massu’s shoulder when the latter delved in to recapture his mouth.
Unable to do anything else, Shige gently reached up and tangled his hands in the thick locks of brown hair.
Smooth and soft.
Pulling away, when air became necessary, Massu stared back at Shige eyes lidded, with bruised lips and mussed hair.
Seconds passed, with only heavy breathing heard between the two.
“We can’t do this here,” Massu murmured, gently running a hand through his hair, expertly massaging the messy locks into place.
“Mmm,” was all Shige could reply, still reeling from the last kiss.
No matter how many times Shige kissed Massu, the act never lost it’s appeal, nor the effect of breathlessness, and lightheadedness.
Massu smiled, giving Shige a full view of the notorious pearly whites and dimples, making Shige again go weak in the knees.
“We can finish somewhere else,” he murmured, leaning into Shige’s ear, and running a feather light touch across the younger man’s abdomen.
With a sharp breathe, Shige bit down on his lower lip, and silently allowed Massu to gingerly take his hand and lead him out of the changing rooms, out of the jumisho, and into the night.
Utterly unaware of anything but the warm hand held in his own.
Smell
It was nice, leaning into the crook of Shige’s neck, and being utterly overwhelmed by the soft mixture of smells.
It was always a bit hard to describe, at least to himself, because Massu couldn’t even fathom saying it out loud, it’d be odd to say Shige smelled nice, even for him.
Clinging to the tall man, as the two fell onto the bed, hands working against one another, clothes being shed as languidly and fluidly as possible, leaving them both naked, and leaving Massu to know nothing but the smell Shige surrounded him with.
Pulling an arm around Shige, Massu rested his head atop Shige’s head, hair lightly tickling his nose with the smell of faint sakura’s.
The flowery scent mixed in with the odd few scents of ink, fresh paper, and iodide.
Odd as they may seem, they were simply Shige.
Quirky and weird they may be, but they were enough to sate Massu, and more than a reminder of who had been in his bed.
Lightly tightening his hold on Shige’s waist, Massu closed his eyes, allowing the soft smell to wash over him as he was lulled into sleep.
Taste
Kissing Massu was always interesting, there was always a surprise for Shige.
A word to describe it would probably be sweet, however even that was putting it mildly. Languidly slipping his tongue into Massu’s mouth, Shige was assaulted by the flavors, cherry, apple, caramel, clearly from the sweets Massu had eaten earlier.
But hidden beyond it, there was an undeniable taste of something different.
Shige had never been able to identify it, it was sweet, but certainly had a different hint from anything he’d tasted before. Soft, sweet, and with a tang that always left Shige reeling.
However as he felt Massu’s plump lips fall over his again, Shige didn’t bother questioning it anymore.
All he knew was that it was inexplicably Massu, and it wasn’t something he ever planned to give up, nor did he have any intention of ever sharing it.
This was his, and his alone.
Sound
Massu enjoyed Shige’s voice. He knew that Shige obviously wasn’t the best singer of the group, lacking voice control and inability to hit any notes that weren’t alto usually left Shige with a few scrap lines in their songs, outside the chorus.
His singing voice was low, husky and could at times sound like a bullet to the ear if he tried to hit a high C, thankfully that only happened when Ryo was grating on Shige’s last nerve.
That aside, however Massu thought Shige had a rather nice voice, holding different tones, subtle of course, but still quite different.
His voice thoroughly reflected his emotion, it was the subtle quips that Massu found most fascinating, from the slightly lower octave Shige seemed to use when annoyed, to the softer tones laced with laughter.
Then of course there was the sound Massu was sure only he was allowed to hear, as he gently nipped at Shige’s neck, making the latter softly moan his name, voice soft and dripping in tender affection.
Yes, Shige could hardly be counted on to sing ‘Ai nante’ if the occasion called for it, but Massu much preferred to here his own symphony from Shige in the hidden depths of the bedroom.
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Shige and Massu, as seen from each other’s eyes.
Notes: It was originally just a writing exercise I did on recommendation of my friend K, “Pick a pairing/group/person and write about them through another character’s POV using the five senses, ie: Sight, Smell, sound, touch, and taste.”
I picked Shige/Massu and this is what came out, I’m not even sure what to make of it, it’s completely different from anything I’ve written before.
So yeah, apologies if I somehow mangled anything >.>
Sight
Things always looked different in front of a camera, what was once rather mundane and possibly even ugly could be shaped into one of the most precious of things - or at least appear to be.
“Alright, Kato-san, try tucking your chin in,” the photographer ordered, turning his camera over in has hands, readying for the next shot.
With a sigh, Shige did as he was asked, tucking his chin in slightly, and turning his head at what he thought was a rather odd angle. The slight movement seemed to have given the photographer an aneurism, as he let out a groan in happiness and clicked his camera at a rather startling speed.
“PERFECT!” he cried. Shige could do little else besides blink, and hope he was nearly done, as his neck really was beginning to hurt.
“Okay, good,” the photographer finally relented, putting the camera down, and allowing Shige to scurry right off the set, gingerly wiping away at the powder the make-up artists had smeared over his face.
It seems he, like anyone else was altered for cameras.
Massu lightly hopped onto the set, clad in the usual attire of bright colors, and odd patterns. The photographer gave the man a single look, before tearing his eyes away, hoping he wouldn’t get a headache from staring at the boy for too long.
Shige couldn’t help but grin, watching Massu idly turn to give the camera a full on grin.
Although having had a rather bad feeling about photographing Massu, the photographer perked up slightly after catching sight of the dimples.
Dimples were good, dimples he could work with.
Moving around a bit, the photographer settled on a few up-close shots, zooming in on Massu’s face, angling around Massu to better catch the shimmering glow of light in his hair, tweaking his lens slightly to readily capture the soft angles of Massu’s face.
Grinning sheepishly, Massu cocked his head to one side, seeming to ooze cute and fluffy and a simple honesty rarely found in anyone else.
Eyes shifting from the camera, they fell on Shige, who couldn’t help but smile back warmly.
Perhaps many did change for the camera, but not a single one of them was Massu.
Massu who seemed the same both in front and behind the camera, ever constant, and always the same.
Feel
He could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest, feel his breath hitch and eyes flutter closed, unable to do anything but simply feel the smooth, plush lips work against his.
Hand tangling in his hair, and a hand resting on the small of his back, pulling him closer and closer until all he could feel was frustration at the thin film of material between himself and Massu.
A hand snaked up his shirt, making Shige break away from the kiss and moan.
Undeterred Massu let his lips wander to the new expanse of neck Shige had presented. Kissing his way down to the small opening in Shige’s T-shirt, Massu suckled and licked, leaving Shige gasping for air.
Shige couldn’t feel anything, the heat he’d been complaining about only moments ago was long forgotten and all he could feel was the smooth ridges of Massu’s mouth gently working against his skin.
All he could sense was Massu, from the fine hairs on his head to the ghosting beads of sweat running down his back.
The smooth cotton fabric of Massu’s shirt still stood, annoyingly keeping Shige from the tantalizing muscles that lay beneath.
Forgoing pulling the garment off, Shige snuck his hands under and gently raked his fingers over the slim torso, relishing in the hard bumps of muscle that jutted out.
Massu shuddered, letting out a breath on Shige’s neck, making his knees practically buckle from beneath.
Shige pulled his hands out and settled for laying them on Massu’s shoulder when the latter delved in to recapture his mouth.
Unable to do anything else, Shige gently reached up and tangled his hands in the thick locks of brown hair.
Smooth and soft.
Pulling away, when air became necessary, Massu stared back at Shige eyes lidded, with bruised lips and mussed hair.
Seconds passed, with only heavy breathing heard between the two.
“We can’t do this here,” Massu murmured, gently running a hand through his hair, expertly massaging the messy locks into place.
“Mmm,” was all Shige could reply, still reeling from the last kiss.
No matter how many times Shige kissed Massu, the act never lost it’s appeal, nor the effect of breathlessness, and lightheadedness.
Massu smiled, giving Shige a full view of the notorious pearly whites and dimples, making Shige again go weak in the knees.
“We can finish somewhere else,” he murmured, leaning into Shige’s ear, and running a feather light touch across the younger man’s abdomen.
With a sharp breathe, Shige bit down on his lower lip, and silently allowed Massu to gingerly take his hand and lead him out of the changing rooms, out of the jumisho, and into the night.
Utterly unaware of anything but the warm hand held in his own.
Smell
It was nice, leaning into the crook of Shige’s neck, and being utterly overwhelmed by the soft mixture of smells.
It was always a bit hard to describe, at least to himself, because Massu couldn’t even fathom saying it out loud, it’d be odd to say Shige smelled nice, even for him.
Clinging to the tall man, as the two fell onto the bed, hands working against one another, clothes being shed as languidly and fluidly as possible, leaving them both naked, and leaving Massu to know nothing but the smell Shige surrounded him with.
Pulling an arm around Shige, Massu rested his head atop Shige’s head, hair lightly tickling his nose with the smell of faint sakura’s.
The flowery scent mixed in with the odd few scents of ink, fresh paper, and iodide.
Odd as they may seem, they were simply Shige.
Quirky and weird they may be, but they were enough to sate Massu, and more than a reminder of who had been in his bed.
Lightly tightening his hold on Shige’s waist, Massu closed his eyes, allowing the soft smell to wash over him as he was lulled into sleep.
Taste
Kissing Massu was always interesting, there was always a surprise for Shige.
A word to describe it would probably be sweet, however even that was putting it mildly. Languidly slipping his tongue into Massu’s mouth, Shige was assaulted by the flavors, cherry, apple, caramel, clearly from the sweets Massu had eaten earlier.
But hidden beyond it, there was an undeniable taste of something different.
Shige had never been able to identify it, it was sweet, but certainly had a different hint from anything he’d tasted before. Soft, sweet, and with a tang that always left Shige reeling.
However as he felt Massu’s plump lips fall over his again, Shige didn’t bother questioning it anymore.
All he knew was that it was inexplicably Massu, and it wasn’t something he ever planned to give up, nor did he have any intention of ever sharing it.
This was his, and his alone.
Sound
Massu enjoyed Shige’s voice. He knew that Shige obviously wasn’t the best singer of the group, lacking voice control and inability to hit any notes that weren’t alto usually left Shige with a few scrap lines in their songs, outside the chorus.
His singing voice was low, husky and could at times sound like a bullet to the ear if he tried to hit a high C, thankfully that only happened when Ryo was grating on Shige’s last nerve.
That aside, however Massu thought Shige had a rather nice voice, holding different tones, subtle of course, but still quite different.
His voice thoroughly reflected his emotion, it was the subtle quips that Massu found most fascinating, from the slightly lower octave Shige seemed to use when annoyed, to the softer tones laced with laughter.
Then of course there was the sound Massu was sure only he was allowed to hear, as he gently nipped at Shige’s neck, making the latter softly moan his name, voice soft and dripping in tender affection.
Yes, Shige could hardly be counted on to sing ‘Ai nante’ if the occasion called for it, but Massu much preferred to here his own symphony from Shige in the hidden depths of the bedroom.