[sakuraiba] Bambi
TITLE: Bambi
PAIRING: Aiba Masaki/Sakurai Sho (+ implied Aiba Masaki/Ninomiya Kazunari)
RATING: NC-17
LENGTH: 3575 words
SUMMARY: Aiba really likes Bambi.
A/N: So this is my first ever fic... and it's NC-17 *bricked*, not to mention it's pretty damn long. Don't even think I've written an essay this long before. Anyway, this fic is dedicated to my lovely micandpen ♥ who pretty much is the person responsible for me starting fic-writing. Also apparently I'm her beta, but I've yet to do anything I've just held the title for quite some time! Hopefully this is up to standard! Comments appreciated since I've never written anything before... Okay I'll stop rambling now.
ENJOY! ♥
They were snuggled up against each other on Aiba’s couch after a very satisfying dinner and some very hot dessert. Aiba’s head was warmly nestled in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, their limbs tangled in an unintelligible mess.He watched Sho continue in his struggle to regulate his breathing, giggling at the gentle up-down movements of his wonderful sloped shoulders and the cute puffs of air which accompanied.
“What’s so funny?”
“Sho-chan is tired!” Aiba chirped happily.
“And I wonder whose fault that is...” Sho grumbled lowly, turning his head slightly to plant a soft kiss on Aiba’s forehead, eliciting another tiny giggle from the younger man.
“Ne, Sho-chan~! Can we watch a movie tonight?” Aiba questioned his boyfriend, nudging him gently with his elbow and flashing the trademark “human sunshine” grin in his direction.
Sho could not really see any reason to object to the suggestion. The thought of curling up in Aiba’s arms and relaxing to a movie seemed like a pretty nice proposition, especially considering his current state of exhaustion. He swiftly compiled, but was taken aback immediately when he caught the glint of enthusiasm that flashed in Aiba’s eyes upon hearing his response. He knew from experience that that glint only surfaced at times when Aiba was trying to put one of his “ingenious” plans into action, plans which somehow always led to himself being dragged into some very uncompromising situations.
“Um... exactly what kind of movie did you want to watch?” Sho asked apprehensively, trying to keep his voice from wavering as memories from the last time that mischievous glint appeared flooded his mind. It wasn’t that he did not enjoy those situations, no, heck it was undeniably the opposite, he probably enjoyed them a little too much, whatever that means. If this was going to turn into what he thought it was going to, he could not let it proceed any further. Not tonight, not so soon after that mind-blowing dessert. Sho breathed deeply, willing himself to calm the fuck down and hoping that it was enough to conceal the thoughts that had been flickering in his head.
Aiba however, was not oblivious to the excitement that tinged his partner’s voice, and quickly responded with a cheerful, curt “Don’t worry, I’m sure Sho-chan will like it!”
Seconds ticked by as Sho sat dumbfounded, unable to formulate a coherent response. Aiba giggled again, gazing lovingly at the older man’s half-parted lips and wondering what on earth was going through his mind. He nipped at the underside of Sho’s jaw to remind him of his existence, and was met with a surprised jerk followed by a hastily mumbled apology, “Ah, sorry! Shall we watch it now then?”
Aiba’s grin widened as he leapt off the couch with a loud “Yay~!” and proceeded to his bedroom to retrieve the DVD. Before Sho even had time to react to the fast-paced movements, Aiba was bounding back towards him, clutching a disc in one hand and a fluffy purple blanket in the other. Sho furrowed his brows when his eyes caught the large title that had been scrawled on the disc in Aiba’s cute writing - Bambi.
Thrusting the disc at Sho, Aiba plonked himself back into Sho’s side and pulled his knees up to his chest, covering themselves with the blanket in the process. Upon closer examination, Sho spotted the word Disney! written in brackets in a much smaller, hastier print that surely did not belong to Aiba. So Aiba had just wanted to watch a Disney movie? This certainly was not what Sho was expecting. He kicked himself mentally for even having thought and even hoped, for otherwise. He shrugged it off and held up the DVD, throwing Aiba a confused look. “Disney’s Bambi?”
“Un! I like Bambi! And you’re my Bambi!” Aiba exclaimed cheerfully, looking into the other man’s eyes and flashing him a genuine smile.
Sho laughed and placed another affectionate kiss on Aiba’s forehead before getting up to put on the DVD. He returned to the couch and made himself comfortable, smiling when he felt the man beside him instinctively snuggle closer and take care to make sure that he was tucked in nicely.
The movie started up and the Disney fanfare blared from the speakers. Sho finally allowed himself to relax and sank into the sofa, thoroughly enjoying watching all the colorful cartoon characters before his eyes. Aiba seemed more engrossed in the film than what one would probably consider to be normal, but it was Aiba, so Sho let him be. He noticed the sparkle that appeared in the other man’s eyes every time Bambi pranced onscreen, and pretty soon he found that he was watching Aiba more than he was watching the movie. Occasionally Aiba would feel Sho’s eyes on him and react with a cute, embarrassed giggle, which Sho would promptly kiss away before turning back to the screen as if nothing had happened.
About an hour into the movie, the display suddenly went black, sending multiple alarm bells ringing inside Sho’s head. He sat up abruptly and glanced inquisitively at Aiba, who groaned at the sudden movement but otherwise did not seem at all fazed by the movie’s interruption. Sho watched the other man calmly proceed to rebury himself into his side, eyes remaining locked on the screen as if he were anticipating something. Then Sho saw it - that glint of enthusiasm. It only flickered for a brief moment but it was enough to set his heart racing.
Eventually the screen began to light up again, and Sho desperately tried to make out the images on the screen. This definitely was not Disney’s Bambi anymore. He knew that much. The footage was shaky, there were hushed voices, and a hell of a lot of shuffling. He distinctly heard Aiba’s voice and shot the man an alarmed stare before jerking his head back to the video, which was finally starting to stabilise. Sho’s mind automatically jumped to the only conclusion it could fathom. A sex tape?
“...M-Ma-kun? Is that... Nino?! W-when did you---” Sho stammered, eyes threatening to pop out of his skull when he heard the familiar bratty voice emanate from the TV set confirm his suspicions.
“Shhh! Don’t talk during movies, Sho-chan!” interjected Aiba, reaching up and silencing the other man with a light peck before snuggling deeper into his side and adding, “There’s a good scene coming up!”
Sho could not believe what was happening. He knew Aiba had plenty of pornos, but a home-made one?! With someone else?! He tried to ignore what was happening onscreen and instead glared at Aiba, but the other man’s lack of surprise at what was going on made him quickly realise - this was the “ingenious” plan. Still gawking at the recent turn of events, he gulped when he heard Nino suddenly let out a long, guttural Ma-kunnnnn which seemed to perpetuate off the walls of the living room.
Sho tried to deny that this was turning him on, but the familiar feeling of warmth pooling in his stomach was a dead giveaway. He admitted to himself that hearing another member call his Masaki by a nickname that was supposed to be reserved for himself and only himself was kind of hot. Kind of? No, insanely hot. He was definitely turned on. And tearing his eyes away from the screen now was unbelievably difficult, especially with Nino doing that to his Ma-kun...
Amongst all his confusion and shock, Sho had fallen into a state of numbness yet again and did not notice that one of Aiba’s hands had slipped under the blankets until he felt a sly finger lightly, tortuously slowly tracing circles over his boxers around his very obvious arousal. He clenched his eyes shut and let out a low moan which caught Aiba’s attention and caused him to avert his eyes from the screen and instead focus on the other man’s scrunched-up face.
“Sho-chan! You’re not even watching the movie!” Aiba half-whined, pouting and pointing at the large TV screen. Sho forced his eyes open and glanced at the screen, just in time to catch the sound of a very loud moan coming from the TV set. He cursed Aiba for having such a great surround sound system. It was Aiba’s moan, Aiba’s moan in all its throaty, lust-filled glory. The torture underneath the blankets continued.
“M-Masaki, s-stop it, fuck, I can’t watch with you---” Sho managed to say before Aiba abruptly stopped his ministrations. He groaned and threw his head back, clasping his eyes shut again, but this time in frustration. The moans and whimpers from the TV set continued, increasing in volume and permeating every crevice of Sho’s mind, driving him crazy.
“With me what? I’m not doing anything...” Aiba responded innocently, locking his eyes on his boyfriend’s beautiful face and observing every tiny change in his expressions of bliss. Satisfied with the state that he had gotten the other man into, he suddenly began sucking at one particularly prominent vein on the exposed neck and palmed him roughly.
“Nghhh, fuck! S-stop, it’s hard---” He felt Aiba’s lips curl into a grin.
“I know,” Aiba said cheekily into his neck, nibbling along his jawline and giving him one last rub before kicking away the blanket and straddling Sho’s lap. He dragged his long fingers over his boyfriend’s torso and up his deliciously toned stomach, deliberately brushing over both nipples before removing his shirt entirely, tossing it to the ground to join the discarded blanket. He cupped his chin, admiring his flushed cheeks and hooded eyes before attacking his lips in a heated kiss. It was sloppy, but Sho quickly responded, angling his head and returning it wholeheartedly, encouraging Aiba to deepen the kiss and initiate a furious tongue-battle.
Sho extracted a raspy moan from Aiba’s mouth as their tongues contended, his hands sliding up underneath Aiba’s conveniently loose t-shirt to playfully touch at the vast expanse of silky skin that greeted him. Aiba mewled in appreciation and ground his hips into Sho’s, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the other’s boxers and making an obvious attempt at tugging them away. Using the opportunity for some air, Sho obliged, lifting up his hips to help the other man rid him of the offending garment in one swift motion.
Aiba reattached his lips to Sho’s irresistible neck again, suckling deviously while one hand tugged playfully at a nipple and the other pumped at his length slowly, causing Sho’s desire to grow at an alarming rate. Getting slightly annoyed at all the teasing Aiba was administering, the older man growled impatiently and suddenly flipped them over so that he now had the other man pinned beneath him. Aiba yelped in surprise at the change but quickly broke into a laughing fit when he looked at the man who was now on top of him. “Sho-chan, why are you naked?”
Sho’s face flushed for a brief moment, but he was far too aroused at that point to entertain his boyfriend’s playful tactics. Without bothering to respond he claimed Aiba’s mouth in a passionate kiss, muffling the laughter and turning them into moans while his hands worked on removing the other man’s clothing as quickly as possible. He needed to feel skin now, and the escalating sounds from the TV set seriously were not helping.
Soon enough both men were equally naked and Aiba sighed as Sho nipped lovingly across the large birthmark on his shoulder before moving down to twirl his tongue around a hardened nipple. Given that the man failed so much on VSArashi, it still surprised Aiba that his Sakurai Sho never failed to reduce him to an incoherent, mewling, whimpering mess within minutes.
Wanting to be on top again, Aiba attempted to distract the older man with another tantalising make-out session but Sho skilfully dodged the attack, leaving Aiba confused. Sho looked amusingly at the pouting man beneath him, swatting away a hand that tried to reach for him before explaining with two painfully blunt words, “No touching.”
“Whyyy?!” whined the younger man, sinking into a deeper pout, if that were even possible. His plan to top in Round Two by exhausting the other man at dessert had totally backfired, and now he knew he was probably going to have to pay for showing him that movie.
Sho merely hummed a thoughtful “I wonder...” before dropping to his knees, nudging Aiba’s thighs apart and engulfing him to the hilt in one smooth motion. Aiba gasped loudly at the sudden warmth pulsating around his cock, arching is back as Sho did unthinkable things with his tongue. Aiba’s hips jerked upwards, trying to increase the friction and match the other man’s movements but Sho held him down firmly with new-found strength, leaving him to watch helplessly as his lover skillfully sucked, swirled and slurped.
Aiba’s moans soon outgrew those coming from the long-forgotten TV set, and the low, sexy throatiness only served to turn Sho on even more, prompting him to increase the speed and intensity of his ministrations. Aiba wanted so badly to be running his fingers through his boyfriend’s soft locks as he bobbed, but every attempt he made at touching the older man was denied with a harsh slap. Seeing angry red marks beginning to develop, he eventually stopped trying completely and resorted to gripping the fabric of the couch to stop himself from writhing.
Sho kept his gaze fixed on Aiba’s face the entire time. He loved the way he looked, the light shade of pink that dusted his cheeks, his puffed lips and tousled hair, but the part he loved the most was that he wasn’t embarrassed to vocalise his pleasure. Aiba definitely was not known to be able to keep quiet, but Sho hardly minded. It especially drove him wild with desire whenever he let out small “unngh”s and “Sho-chaaaan”s through his half-parted lips.
As if on cue, a rather desperate-sounding “unngh, Sho-channn!” escaped the younger man’s lips as he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his climax coming. But by then Sho had already recognised the signs, the way his breathing became even more irregular, the way his toes curled up into tight balls, and the way he tightened his grip on the couch to the point that his knuckles had become white. He chuckled to himself and released Aiba from his mouth with an audible pop at the exact instant he was going to exclaim he was near. As a result, all that Aiba was able to get out was a highly strangled “I-I’m---”, followed by a loud whine of irritation.
“You’re what?” Sho asked teasingly, struggling to keep a straight face while he watched Aiba instinctively thrust his hips into the air, trying to gain any sort of friction to let himself finish. He was so, so close.
“You know! Why’d you stop! Ugh Sho-chan, let me touch! Please?”
Sho smirked and pretended to give the request some thought before gently flicking his tongue over the tip of Aiba’s cock and then stalling entirely. Before the younger even had time to complain, he began to list reasons. “Let’s see... first you lied to me about the movie...” He swiped his tongue agonisingly slowly up the length. “Then you showed me a video of Nino practically raping you and calling you Ma-kun...” He gripped the base. “Which also means you cheated on me...” He engulfed the length briefly before letting go again and looking up at a clearly flustered Aiba.
Aiba could only groan loudly at each subsequent, unfulfilling touch. Surely the insanity that Sho had driven him into was more than enough to make up for everything he had done? Already severely lacking logical cognition, Aiba could only think to apologise and hope that he would be allowed to finish. “S-Sho-chan, I’m sorry! Are you angry?”
“Yes, Ma-kun, I am.” growled Sho in the deepest, lustiest voice that Aiba had heard all night. The emphasis his lover put on his nickname sent a new wave of tingles up his spine and he whimpered.
Sho looked once again into Aiba’s glazed eyes and desire overwhelmed his body. Knowing that neither of them could resist much longer, he let his fingers roam his lover’s chest freely before crashing his lips down onto Aiba’s and capturing him in an even more intense and fervent tongue-battle that left both panting and gasping for air. He still hadn’t touched Aiba.
The younger man was now deep into his puppy-dog mode and looked pleadingly at Sho, begging him silently with his eyes to let him finish or even just let him touch. He knew his boyfriend would give in to those eyes and a fresh buzz of excitement flowed through him as Sho leaned in to suckle on his earlobe and murmured in a low rumble “What do you want, Ma-kun?”
The younger man was in no situation to be caring about his pride and hastily, desperately responded “Fuck me, Sho-chan, now.”
Sho chuckled with satisfaction and continued to nip at Aiba’s earlobe. He wanted to make Aiba really beg for it. “Hmm? So lewd, Ma-kun.”
Aiba had had enough. Squirming beneath Sho’s weight he turned and glared at the man above him. “Sakurai Sho, I’m serious. If you don’t fuck me senseless right now I’m going to get Nino over here and make you watch us live!”
Although Sho did not take that to be much of a threat, he was thoroughly satisfied. Quickly dragging Aiba onto the floor and moving him onto his knees, he leaned in close one last time and whispered “Ma-kun, I’m going to be rough.”
Taking Aiba’s deep grunt as acknowledgement, Sho reached for the lube that had been conveniently left from dessert and quickly drizzled it over his neglected cock. Aiba flinched slightly at the sudden coldness when Sho pressed his tip to the puckered entrance. “Ready?”
“Ughhhh Sho-chan, just do it!”
Sho needed no more encouragement. He pushed himself in entirely in one fluid thrust, reaching one hand under to lazily jerk at Aiba’s hardness and whispering sweet nothings into his lover’s ear to help distract him from the pain. Aiba cried out loudly, the mixture of pleasure and pain l overloading his sensory system and driving him into oblivion. Sho forced himself to stay still for a while to let the other man adjust, but before long Aiba was moaning and rocking his hips backwards into Sho, begging for movement. “Sho-chan, move, please!”
Sho obliged, withdrawing slowly almost all the way before hurriedly slamming in again. He groaned at the tightness that gripped at him and after a few more experimental thrusts he had successfully located the spot that made Aiba mewl in madness. “Faster, please!”
Sho chuckled again at his lover seemed to automatically attach the word “please”. It was almost as if he had conditioned the younger man to beg, and this gave him and overwhelming feeling of prowess. Fulfilling the request, Sho gripped his hips and set up an unforgivable pace, hitting Aiba’s spot perfectly with each relentless thrust. Aiba was practically purring by now, matching every thrust and creating sounds which filled the room with sex and drove both of them further into ecstasy.
Aiba began to moan Sho’s name religiously when the older man reached under to stroke his erection in time with his thrusts. Moments later he felt his knees buckle and the ground fall away beneath him. Arching his back and yelling out one final time, he spilled over Sho’s hand and his stomach. Finished, at last. The sensations gripped Sho mercilessly and he sped up, growling Ma-kun and thrusting a few more times before spilling inside his lover and coming down from his own high. He pulled out and collapsed on top of Aiba. “Fuck.”
Aiba merely hummed happily in agreement, his vocabulary having yet to return. They were both completely and utterly spent, neither man moving for quite some time as they struggled to regain consciousness.
Finding the energy to turn and face his boyfriend, who was still breathing haphazardly, Aiba questioned in a small voice “Ne, Sho-chan~ Are you really angry?”
Sho smiled and brought a hand up to caress Aiba’s cheek. “Ma-kun, don’t be silly. Of course not. I know you only did it to try and top me. Plus, I’ve punished you already, haven’t I?” He smirked before shakily getting up to retrieve a towel to clean themselves up with.
Meanwhile, Aiba giggled to himself as new ideas began to jump into his genius mind.“What about Nino? You should punish him too! He seduced me!”
“Hmm... perhaps. I have to at least show him who the real sexual powerhouse is!” Sho replied as he finished restoring the living room. Picking up the blanket, he helped his boyfriend get up and then dragged him by the hand to the bedroom, where both figures collapsed heavily onto the soft mattress.
Aiba pulled the blanket over their bodies and pondered a while before telling Sho that he did not think that anyone could top Nino. Humming happily, he nuzzled his nose into the older man’s shoulder, taking in the intoxicating scent. “I love you, Sho-chan!”
Sho smiled and whispered into Aiba’s ear “I love you too, Ma-kun.” He planted one last tender kiss on the younger man’s cheek and added “By the way, I’m keeping that Bambi DVD”.