[one-shot] As for the stains...
As For The Stains...
Correction status: i can't remember
Author(s) : yue_akuma
Pairing : Yoko/Hina.
Rating : NC-17.
Genre : PWP!
Warnings : boykissing, sexing, blowjobs, the usual stuff.
Disclaimer : whatever.
Summary : Yoko, Hina, the recomen table. That's all.
Notes : I wrote this for a fic meme in June 2010 (!!) and forgot to post it. But then today spurious posted this awesome piece of work with Yoko fantasizing about Hina screwing him on the recomen table and I thought that I should at least post mine too, lol. *logic fail* On other news, I have writer's block. :|
Hina hopes with all his might that the mics are off. He really does. Even more when he lets out a loud moan that resounds in the whole room.
On his knees in front of him, Yoko chuckles.
“And you were saying that it was out of question…”
“Shut up and suck!”
The older man smirks and goes back to his ‘work’, namely licking and sucking at Hina’s length like a professional whore. The other one, nearly sitting on the table, grips the edge and tries hard not to grab his friend’s head and fuck that dirty mouth senselessly.
God bless the next Recomen for being a recorded one, he thinks. As they’re finished, everybody’s gone, and the two of them were the only ones left in this studio. They were supposed to go home too, of course, but Yokoyama sudden need for sex couldn’t wait. Not that Hina is going to complain. He made the unsubtle looks at his friend on purpose and Yoko is seriously amazing when he has a cock in his mouth.
But he lacks in patience.
“Okay, enough with the teasing, let’s fuck. Lie on the table, now.”
Murakami blinks and frowns.
“Like hell I’ll let you-“
Yoko shuts him up with a sloppy kiss, tongue working just the right way while his hands are making their way up Shingo’s chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and pinching at his nipples, eliciting a few gasps.
“For once,” he mumbles against the younger man’s lips, “you’re going to let me fuck you, deal?”
Hina growls but doesn’t really have the time nor the occasion to say anything when Yoko pushes him roughly onto the table, taking that opportunity to pull off shoes, jeans and underwear; he does the same for himself and climbs on the surface, crawling over Hina’s body.
“I hope you at least have lube…”
“Err… No?”
The slap Yoko receives is strong and almost hurts, but he laughs anyway.
“Don’t worry, I have a good way to take care of that... Turn around.”
An annoyed groan and a bit of shuffling later, Yoko manages to have his friend on all fours; he runs a finger along the man’s ass crack, smirking when he feels him shivering. Feeling a bit urgent himself, he finally bends over and starts giving little licks, ending up thrusting a finger inside and humming softly when he feels the inner walls clutching around his digit. He puts his tongue along with his finger, and Hina starts to mewl and to grind his hips back.
“Already trying to get more?”
“Shut up and-ohcrapdothatagain!”
Yoko chuckles some more. Two fingers and a wriggling tongue manage to turn the younger man in a whimpering mess, and it doesn’t take long for Yoko to have him close to begging - but having a really begging Hina is something he cannot have, no matter how hard he tries, so the almost is okay for him.
He doesn’t waste any time removing his fingers and turning Hina around, but he freezes for a second when he sees his friend panting, flushed, with heavy-lidded eyes and lips red from too much biting.
“You’re so hot,” is the only thing he says before hovering above Shingo and rubbing his hard-on in front of his ass; when he starts pushing in, he kisses the other man to make him relax, but even if Hina controls his body perfectly, it’s still so freaking tight that Yoko’s afraid of finishing too early.
He stops when he’s half inside, letting Hina gets used to the feeling, before pulling out and back in, just deeper this time. His friend growls and grips at his shoulders hard enough to leave nail marks, even above the clothes - Hina hates that Yoko still has his t-shirt on.
“Faster,” Hina whispers, “make it fast, I don’t want anyone to find us here…”
Yoko smirks and slams in fast and hard, and a slap flies right to his head.
“Not this hard, moron! It hurts!”
Hina’s voice is high-pitched and a bit irritating, but Yoko still chuckles at the lust hidden within those words; he goes on then a bit more carefully, but still keeps an increasingly fast pace, punctuated by the other man’s little moans and his own hitched breath, not to mention the creaking of the table which supports the weight of two grown men without showing any weakness.
He grips at Hina’s hips and lifts them higher, then braces himself with his forearms resting on each sides of Hina’s head, before turning his thrusts in something sharper, deeper, and a bit harder - because even if his friend complains Yoko knows that he still likes a bit of roughness. There’s a low whine from the man below him, and Hina crosses his legs behind his back, bringing even closer. Yoko knows he found the good spot then.
His pace turns more erratic, sweat running along his spine and guts starting to burn as the pleasure builds steadily inside of him; Shingo is by now moaning softly with each move and his hips are snapping back against the older man’s own, trying to get more. His skin is flushed and his eyes are closed, one of his hands gripping firmly at Yoko’s arm while his other hand crawls between their bodies as he starts to stroke himself fast and steady, twisting his wrist slightly each time Yoko makes him see stars.
It’s only a matter of seconds then, Yoko pounding madly to get his release and Shingo whimpering and moaning and trashing as he comes on his abs and chest, the contraction of his inner muscles bringing his friend along in his orgasm.
Yoko stops moving once the wave is passed, before bending over to kiss Hina softly, the intimacy of this act contrasting with the way they’re always bickering and talking to each other. The aftermath is calm, and the older pulls out and just stays here, his head on the other man’s shoulder, their breaths evening.
“Do you realize,” Hina finally croaks out, “that we just had sex on the table that serves us for each Recomen?”
Yoko chuckles.
“At least we’ll know where the stains come from.”
Hina slaps him before starting to laugh too.
.END.
Well it wasn't my best piece of work. Meh. *goes back to work*