[Vix] I Need A Seminar
I Need A Seminar
Shige/NEWS; R
Obviously, spawned from this, and all for pipsqueaks
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It unnerves Shige slightly to feel all eyes on him as he walks through the Jimusho, and for once he is eager for the sanctuary of the NEWS break-room. However, his hopes are dashed the moment he enters, because everyone stops what they're doing to turn towards the door, five pairs of wide eyes staring up at him.
Shige shuffles nervously from foot to foot, seriously considering holing himself up in his room for the day, "... What?"
Koyama swallows audbily and looks away with a blush, but the rest don't have it in them to be so subtle.
"We saw Shige's clip, ne," Yamapi grins with a wink and Massu nods.
"Shige was cool!"
There's a soft murmur of agreement, which Ryo interrupts with a scandalised scoff.
"I thought you were a virgin!" He looks suitably affronted, as if Shige had purposely lied to him, and Shige's about to snark right back at him when;
"I wish Shige would kiss me like that, ne..." Tegoshi sighs, dreamy eyes staring at some point far in the distance, and Shige chokes on his own saliva.
There's another quiet murmur as the rest of them seem to contemplate it, and Shige is half a second away from bolting when Ryo is slamming the door with an arm over Shige's shoulder, pushing the other man up against it as he gets right up in his face.
"Yeah," he says, dark eyes staring Shige down, "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"
Shige fumbles his words for a moment, then squeaks as Ryo goes straight for his mouth. He can feel everyone's eyes burning into them as Ryo kisses him just like he'd kissed her, harsh and demanding, lips pulling at Shige's own even as he presses closer.
Never having been on the receiving end of such a kiss before, Shige realises why Natsuki had flushed and hidden herself away the first time they'd rehearsed the scene together. He'd thought she was just embarrassed, but with how tight his jeans are feeling right now he realises how terribly wrong he was.
Ryo leaves no room for negotiation as he pries Shige's mouth open with his tongue, tilting his head to get deeper when Shige groans softly.
"Shige..." Koyama's voice holds a shocked kind of appreciation, and despite being unable to see anything but the backs of his eyelids, Shige knows his friend's eyes will be as wide as dinner plates.
With something like reluctance, he shoves Ryo back, gasping for breath as the shorter man stumbles a little and sends Shige a half-hearted glare.
"What are you doing?"
Even Koyama is staring now, five identically curious gazes fixed on various parts of his body, none of them looking like they even heard him. He twitches in his pants when Yamapi's eyes take a lazy path from his bulge up to his face, and gulps when Tegoshi's tongue flickers out to wet his lips. Massu's food lay forgotten on the table, Koyama is clutching the arm of the sofa like he'll die if he lets go, and Ryo looks like he wants to eat Shige up tongue first.
Ryo takes a step closer again like he's about to do exactly that, but Yamapi is faster, looping an arm around Shige's shoulders and sucking Shige's bottom lip into his mouth. Shige's hands flail around at his sides for a moment, unsure of the proper etiquette to use when your Leader kisses you, before Yamapi breaks away.
"Shige was really hot last night," he murmurs, eyes sparkling, "We just want a taste, ne."
Shige opens his mouth, but when all he does is blink, Yamapi presses their mouths together, kissing him properly this time. He doesn't stay more than a few seconds though, because Ryo is pushing Massu forward with a nasty smirk, clearly delighting in the way Massu flushes to the tips of his ears but doesn't even try to fight him. Yamapi cups him through his jeans as Ryo gives Massu one last push, the other man all but falling against him, and Shige grunts quietly, traitorous hips thrusting into the touch.
Massu takes much longer than the other two, staring at Shige's parted lips for several long moments before finally making his move when Yamapi squeezes and Shige gasps. Massu kisses like he eats, painstakingly thorough as he savours everything, soft swipes of tongue tasting and exploring the inside of Shige's mouth. One hand settles on Shige's hip as the other slides up his back, pulling him as close as he can manage with Yamapi's hand in the way, his teasing fingers making Shige gasp again into Massu's mouth.
By the time Massu pulls away, Shige is breathless, chest heaving as Tegoshi approaches, pouting softly.
"Shige doesn't want me?"
Shige draws in a deep breath, already prepared to pander to Tegoshi, of course he does, who possibly couldn't, but then Tegoshi smirks and reaches up to lean on Shige's shoulders.
"That's okay," he whisperes mischieviously, "I want Shige enough for both of us."
Shige groans when Tegoshi kisses him, the softest one yet, and rocks his hips against Yamapi's hand. Tegoshi hands him all the control he wants, palms flat against Shige's chest as he tilts his head slightly to allow Shige to kiss him harder, deeper. Tegoshi's tongue is ready and waiting, stroking up along the underside and across the tip of Shige's with tiny flicks that have Shige growling and digging his fingers into Tegoshi's waist, drawing a whine up from Tegoshi's throat.
Voices murmur around them, and Shige lets out an embarrassing whimper when Yamapi's hand abandons him. He starts to pull Tegoshi closer, eager for more friction, but Tegoshi is already withdrawing with one last swipe of tongue over Shige's swollen lips.
They waste no time, and it's like a choreographed dance the way Tegoshi backs off and Ryo slides into place, drawing Shige forward, away from the door and against his body to give him the friction he's so desperate for. From the rough pace Ryo sets from the off, it's obvious Shige isn't the only one feeling a little desperate for attention, and Shige's gasped moan is punctuated by a pleased grunt from the other man as they grind together.
Fingers on his jaw turn his head to meet Yamapi's mouth, his leader's tongue teasing the crease between his lips before it delves inside to tangle with his own, and another hand is pushing the hair at the nape of his neck out of the way before another set of lips latch onto his skin. The gentle, flickering tongue gives Tegoshi away, and Yamapi swallows down Shige's moan when Tegoshi bites down softly and sucks at the flesh.
Ryo is getting louder, groaning into Shige's collar, and when Shige tears his mouth away from Yamapi's to gasp, he feels Tegoshi smile and give a little moan himself, the sound vibrating along Shige's skin in a way that has him thrusting harder against Ryo and yanking Yamapi back down.
Just as he thinks it's all too good to be true, the hand gripping onto Ryo's waist hard enough to bruise is pried off, engulfed by a warm mouth. Shige lets out a choked sound, Yamapi chuckling against his lips, and Massu teases between his fingers one by one before sliding down to his palm and doing something there with his tongue that makes Shige's knees give out.
Luckily, there are enough bodies around him to keep him upright, and Shige is coming apart between them all, clutching at whoever's arm or hip or shoulder he can find, each one of them playing him like an instrument, far more in synch than they'd ever be on stage.
Shige has no idea who sets him off in the end, whether it's the rhythmic thrust of Ryo's hips grinding against his, Yamapi's fingers tugging in his hair as he all but feasts on Shige's mouth, Tegoshi's teeth worrying the flesh of his neck as his dirty little tongue laps at it, or whatever the hell it is Massu's doing to his hand. He could be eating it for all Shige cares because it's explosive when he comes, too hot, too fast, too much, and between them they hold him steady as he arches and and cries out against Yamapi's mouth. Ryo isn't far behind, growling quietly when he follows, and then the other three are guiding him to slide bonelessly onto the couch and straight into Koyama's waiting embrace.
Shige knows he should probably feel worse for forgetting about his friend, but his mind is still clouded over and showing no signs of clearing any time soon - probably what stops him freaking out a little when Koyama kisses him.
This is so different from everyone else though, soft and sweet and gentle, and everything Shige needs after that. Koyama is always so in tune with their needs that it shouldn't be surprising, how he knows just what to do, knows just where to rest his hands and what patches of skin to stroke to have Shige all but purring into his mouth as Koyama cradles his limp body against his chest.
The brush of Koyama's lips slow until they've stopped completely, resting against Shige's parted ones for a moment before Shige's blinking blearily and meeting Koyama's eyes. His friend smiles down at him and Shige grins back sleepily, snuggling closer into his chest. The affection in Koyama's gaze and touch doesn't shock him nearly as much as it might have the day before, and, hiding his face against Koyama's chest, he tunes out Tegoshi's gasps and Yamapi's soft groans, letting Koyama pet his hair gently as he falls asleep.
Shige/NEWS; R
Obviously, spawned from this, and all for pipsqueaks
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It unnerves Shige slightly to feel all eyes on him as he walks through the Jimusho, and for once he is eager for the sanctuary of the NEWS break-room. However, his hopes are dashed the moment he enters, because everyone stops what they're doing to turn towards the door, five pairs of wide eyes staring up at him.
Shige shuffles nervously from foot to foot, seriously considering holing himself up in his room for the day, "... What?"
Koyama swallows audbily and looks away with a blush, but the rest don't have it in them to be so subtle.
"We saw Shige's clip, ne," Yamapi grins with a wink and Massu nods.
"Shige was cool!"
There's a soft murmur of agreement, which Ryo interrupts with a scandalised scoff.
"I thought you were a virgin!" He looks suitably affronted, as if Shige had purposely lied to him, and Shige's about to snark right back at him when;
"I wish Shige would kiss me like that, ne..." Tegoshi sighs, dreamy eyes staring at some point far in the distance, and Shige chokes on his own saliva.
There's another quiet murmur as the rest of them seem to contemplate it, and Shige is half a second away from bolting when Ryo is slamming the door with an arm over Shige's shoulder, pushing the other man up against it as he gets right up in his face.
"Yeah," he says, dark eyes staring Shige down, "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"
Shige fumbles his words for a moment, then squeaks as Ryo goes straight for his mouth. He can feel everyone's eyes burning into them as Ryo kisses him just like he'd kissed her, harsh and demanding, lips pulling at Shige's own even as he presses closer.
Never having been on the receiving end of such a kiss before, Shige realises why Natsuki had flushed and hidden herself away the first time they'd rehearsed the scene together. He'd thought she was just embarrassed, but with how tight his jeans are feeling right now he realises how terribly wrong he was.
Ryo leaves no room for negotiation as he pries Shige's mouth open with his tongue, tilting his head to get deeper when Shige groans softly.
"Shige..." Koyama's voice holds a shocked kind of appreciation, and despite being unable to see anything but the backs of his eyelids, Shige knows his friend's eyes will be as wide as dinner plates.
With something like reluctance, he shoves Ryo back, gasping for breath as the shorter man stumbles a little and sends Shige a half-hearted glare.
"What are you doing?"
Even Koyama is staring now, five identically curious gazes fixed on various parts of his body, none of them looking like they even heard him. He twitches in his pants when Yamapi's eyes take a lazy path from his bulge up to his face, and gulps when Tegoshi's tongue flickers out to wet his lips. Massu's food lay forgotten on the table, Koyama is clutching the arm of the sofa like he'll die if he lets go, and Ryo looks like he wants to eat Shige up tongue first.
Ryo takes a step closer again like he's about to do exactly that, but Yamapi is faster, looping an arm around Shige's shoulders and sucking Shige's bottom lip into his mouth. Shige's hands flail around at his sides for a moment, unsure of the proper etiquette to use when your Leader kisses you, before Yamapi breaks away.
"Shige was really hot last night," he murmurs, eyes sparkling, "We just want a taste, ne."
Shige opens his mouth, but when all he does is blink, Yamapi presses their mouths together, kissing him properly this time. He doesn't stay more than a few seconds though, because Ryo is pushing Massu forward with a nasty smirk, clearly delighting in the way Massu flushes to the tips of his ears but doesn't even try to fight him. Yamapi cups him through his jeans as Ryo gives Massu one last push, the other man all but falling against him, and Shige grunts quietly, traitorous hips thrusting into the touch.
Massu takes much longer than the other two, staring at Shige's parted lips for several long moments before finally making his move when Yamapi squeezes and Shige gasps. Massu kisses like he eats, painstakingly thorough as he savours everything, soft swipes of tongue tasting and exploring the inside of Shige's mouth. One hand settles on Shige's hip as the other slides up his back, pulling him as close as he can manage with Yamapi's hand in the way, his teasing fingers making Shige gasp again into Massu's mouth.
By the time Massu pulls away, Shige is breathless, chest heaving as Tegoshi approaches, pouting softly.
"Shige doesn't want me?"
Shige draws in a deep breath, already prepared to pander to Tegoshi, of course he does, who possibly couldn't, but then Tegoshi smirks and reaches up to lean on Shige's shoulders.
"That's okay," he whisperes mischieviously, "I want Shige enough for both of us."
Shige groans when Tegoshi kisses him, the softest one yet, and rocks his hips against Yamapi's hand. Tegoshi hands him all the control he wants, palms flat against Shige's chest as he tilts his head slightly to allow Shige to kiss him harder, deeper. Tegoshi's tongue is ready and waiting, stroking up along the underside and across the tip of Shige's with tiny flicks that have Shige growling and digging his fingers into Tegoshi's waist, drawing a whine up from Tegoshi's throat.
Voices murmur around them, and Shige lets out an embarrassing whimper when Yamapi's hand abandons him. He starts to pull Tegoshi closer, eager for more friction, but Tegoshi is already withdrawing with one last swipe of tongue over Shige's swollen lips.
They waste no time, and it's like a choreographed dance the way Tegoshi backs off and Ryo slides into place, drawing Shige forward, away from the door and against his body to give him the friction he's so desperate for. From the rough pace Ryo sets from the off, it's obvious Shige isn't the only one feeling a little desperate for attention, and Shige's gasped moan is punctuated by a pleased grunt from the other man as they grind together.
Fingers on his jaw turn his head to meet Yamapi's mouth, his leader's tongue teasing the crease between his lips before it delves inside to tangle with his own, and another hand is pushing the hair at the nape of his neck out of the way before another set of lips latch onto his skin. The gentle, flickering tongue gives Tegoshi away, and Yamapi swallows down Shige's moan when Tegoshi bites down softly and sucks at the flesh.
Ryo is getting louder, groaning into Shige's collar, and when Shige tears his mouth away from Yamapi's to gasp, he feels Tegoshi smile and give a little moan himself, the sound vibrating along Shige's skin in a way that has him thrusting harder against Ryo and yanking Yamapi back down.
Just as he thinks it's all too good to be true, the hand gripping onto Ryo's waist hard enough to bruise is pried off, engulfed by a warm mouth. Shige lets out a choked sound, Yamapi chuckling against his lips, and Massu teases between his fingers one by one before sliding down to his palm and doing something there with his tongue that makes Shige's knees give out.
Luckily, there are enough bodies around him to keep him upright, and Shige is coming apart between them all, clutching at whoever's arm or hip or shoulder he can find, each one of them playing him like an instrument, far more in synch than they'd ever be on stage.
Shige has no idea who sets him off in the end, whether it's the rhythmic thrust of Ryo's hips grinding against his, Yamapi's fingers tugging in his hair as he all but feasts on Shige's mouth, Tegoshi's teeth worrying the flesh of his neck as his dirty little tongue laps at it, or whatever the hell it is Massu's doing to his hand. He could be eating it for all Shige cares because it's explosive when he comes, too hot, too fast, too much, and between them they hold him steady as he arches and and cries out against Yamapi's mouth. Ryo isn't far behind, growling quietly when he follows, and then the other three are guiding him to slide bonelessly onto the couch and straight into Koyama's waiting embrace.
Shige knows he should probably feel worse for forgetting about his friend, but his mind is still clouded over and showing no signs of clearing any time soon - probably what stops him freaking out a little when Koyama kisses him.
This is so different from everyone else though, soft and sweet and gentle, and everything Shige needs after that. Koyama is always so in tune with their needs that it shouldn't be surprising, how he knows just what to do, knows just where to rest his hands and what patches of skin to stroke to have Shige all but purring into his mouth as Koyama cradles his limp body against his chest.
The brush of Koyama's lips slow until they've stopped completely, resting against Shige's parted ones for a moment before Shige's blinking blearily and meeting Koyama's eyes. His friend smiles down at him and Shige grins back sleepily, snuggling closer into his chest. The affection in Koyama's gaze and touch doesn't shock him nearly as much as it might have the day before, and, hiding his face against Koyama's chest, he tunes out Tegoshi's gasps and Yamapi's soft groans, letting Koyama pet his hair gently as he falls asleep.