Fanservice secrets -- Drabble
Title: Fanservice secrets
Chapter: Drabble
Author: invisiblehabits
Genre: Naughtiness?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slight language, if you squint
Pairings: Saga/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t know. Won’t make money unless you feel like paying me to read.
Summary: Hiroto’s mind barely had time to register what was going on. One moment he was staring out at the adoring crowd, the next there was a very familiar hand holding onto him tightly.
Comments: Because pictures make for great inspiration. And I wanted to prove I’m actually still alive and haven’t disappeared into Narnia just yet.
Hiroto’s mind barely had time to register what was going on. One moment he was staring out at the adoring crowd, the next there was a very familiar hand holding onto him tightly. And when he turned to smile at his bandmate there were lips on his, kissing him just the way he enjoyed most and he kissed back automatically. Instinctively he wanted to wrap his arms around Saga and pull him close. In fact, the only thing stopping him was the guitar in his hands and the fact he’d have to fuck up the melody to do. But he kissed back and prayed the microphone wouldn’t catch the moans Saga easily pulled from him. The bassist pulled back and licked his lips with a grin before walking back to his side of the stage.
Later, behind the scene, Hiroto threw him against the wall and kissed him again. No finesse, just pure want having built up through the show. Saga was breathless by the time he pulled back and Hiroto could practically feel his own lips swelling.
“I thought we agreed not to broadcast it on stage,” he panted and Saga grinned.
“You looked delectable,” he whispered traced the corner of Hiroto’s mouth with his tongue. “Fanservice, we used to do it all the time.”
“We didn’t go off stage to fuck back then,” the blonde pointed out and ground their pelvises together to make his point clear and Saga’s eyes fluttered close for a moment.
“Too bad we can’t tell them that,” he breathed out. “They’d go ballistic.”
“Sometimes I really hate your recklessness,” Hiroto said and kissed him again, because the thought was way too tempting.
A/N: In case you were wondering which picture inspired it all... Thanks boys! I just hope you can view that one now...
Chapter: Drabble
Author: invisiblehabits
Genre: Naughtiness?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slight language, if you squint
Pairings: Saga/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t know. Won’t make money unless you feel like paying me to read.
Summary: Hiroto’s mind barely had time to register what was going on. One moment he was staring out at the adoring crowd, the next there was a very familiar hand holding onto him tightly.
Comments: Because pictures make for great inspiration. And I wanted to prove I’m actually still alive and haven’t disappeared into Narnia just yet.
Hiroto’s mind barely had time to register what was going on. One moment he was staring out at the adoring crowd, the next there was a very familiar hand holding onto him tightly. And when he turned to smile at his bandmate there were lips on his, kissing him just the way he enjoyed most and he kissed back automatically. Instinctively he wanted to wrap his arms around Saga and pull him close. In fact, the only thing stopping him was the guitar in his hands and the fact he’d have to fuck up the melody to do. But he kissed back and prayed the microphone wouldn’t catch the moans Saga easily pulled from him. The bassist pulled back and licked his lips with a grin before walking back to his side of the stage.
Later, behind the scene, Hiroto threw him against the wall and kissed him again. No finesse, just pure want having built up through the show. Saga was breathless by the time he pulled back and Hiroto could practically feel his own lips swelling.
“I thought we agreed not to broadcast it on stage,” he panted and Saga grinned.
“You looked delectable,” he whispered traced the corner of Hiroto’s mouth with his tongue. “Fanservice, we used to do it all the time.”
“We didn’t go off stage to fuck back then,” the blonde pointed out and ground their pelvises together to make his point clear and Saga’s eyes fluttered close for a moment.
“Too bad we can’t tell them that,” he breathed out. “They’d go ballistic.”
“Sometimes I really hate your recklessness,” Hiroto said and kissed him again, because the thought was way too tempting.
A/N: In case you were wondering which picture inspired it all... Thanks boys! I just hope you can view that one now...
