Bass Is Bumping
Title: Bass is bumping
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Tegomasu
Genre: smut
Warnings: it's light porn I guess
Disclamier: Dude, it's fiction.
A/n: requested by
ryogranade. also my first attempt at porn :Db it was love at first tweet for us, that's the only reason why this exists
The bass was pumping throughout the club; light vibrations could be felt through the floor and the rubber of his sneakers. The lights were dim and the air thick from the numerous bodies pressed into the small space. It smelt like sweat and alcohol. Masuda was wondering why he was here, if it wasn’t for a few beers affecting his thought process his OCD tendency’s would be kicking in about now. Truthfully being in there made him feel disgusting, but that was exactly why he was still there after the fourth beer.
The song changed but the beats were still the same, fast paced and thumping against every fiber of your body to your very core. It wasn’t something people in their right minds would dance to, only when you’re tipsy or farther along would you. IN the corner Masuda could see that some have given up dancing and had moved to the next stage, even when under the influence he still couldn’t stand to watch someone else’s attempts at sex in a club. He needed another beer.
At the bar was a young… Well he couldn’t tell if that was a man or a woman at the moment. But they were pretty, slim figured and graceful on their feet. Quick moving and sweet while getting everyone’s order. Surely they weren’t older enough to work here. Masuda surveyed the rest of the staff in eye’s view, only this one looked young enough to still be in school.
“What can I get you?” A sweet voice asked. Masuda moved his gaze before him, up close he could tell this was a man, though just barely.
He held up his beer bottle and shook it, “Another please?”
The bartender took the bottle and smile, “No problem.”
He watched as they walked a bit of a ways down the length of the bar to toss out the bottle and grab another. “Are you new?” he was asked when the bartender came back. “You don’t seem familiar.”
“I was dragged here.” He opened the bottle and took a sip, drinking made the music seem better, less like noise and more like music.
“Are you enjoying it?” That voice was sweet, really sweet. Like pure sugar. Now if only it was Gyoza would Masuda be sold on the underlying motive it held. “The club I mean, and the beer.”
He shrugged.
They stared at each other for a beat or two before someone called out, “Yuya!” The bartender turned his head, well that confirmed it for Masuda. Defiantly a man. He smiled, “I’ll be back.”
They didn’t share words until about two beers later, or was it three? He couldn’t remember. This time the voice came from behind him, “Still here? I thought you would’ve left by now.” Just as sweet, but warm against his neck.
He shivered. “I wanted to finish my beer.” Masuda mumbled.
Yuya laughed, “It looks like you had a couple more as well.” He pressed his chin on Masuda’s shoulder. “Are you going for another?”
He looked at his watch, the numbers blurred together but it looked to be about 3am. “No. I should leave.” He made to motion to move forward. His mind was muttled for he felt the soft movement of lips pressed against his neck. Masuda hummed in response.
“You’re pretty.” Yuya mumbles still kissing, lightly nipping at the skin every so often moving up closer to Masuda’s ear. A shiver went down his spin and he tried to shake it out but there were a pair of arms snaked around his waist. “I’m off work now.” His voice was soft like honey. “We could go someplace quieter.”
He didn’t know that was even the plan Yuya had in mind, it was an astonishment that his brain had even kept up with the conversation at hand with the haze over it. His only response was to hum as he tilted his head for the other to have better access. Yuya, he decided, was good with his mouth. This was confirmed when he was suddenly turned around and kissed him. His lips were soft with just the right fullness for Masuda. The light hint of strawberries was apparent when he found himself swiping his tongue along the other’s lips.
Yuya’s hands were on his shoulders, then his chest and the nape of his neck playing with the short hairs that sat there. A hand brushed along his stomach and stopped finally when reaching his groin. He brushed his hand lightly up and down in a soft movement which was enough to generate a light moan out of Masuda, “I really think we should go someplace else now,” he whispered. They shared a deep kiss, sloppy with sudden need.
~~
They’re at Yuya’s apartment, its dark, pitch black when he opens to door with a loud bang. Masuda’s senses are on high alert from the need to be touched. They quickly throw off their shoes before Yuya takes the initiative and pushes Masuda against the closed door and kisses him, or tries to. He’s more of sucking on his bottom lip, taking it between his teeth and biting at it a bit then going back to kissing, slipping his tongue inside battling it out with Masuda’s seeing who will dominate. He’s not putting up much of a fight though; he is willing to let Yuya take the lead.
He’s a bit of an all body force, Masuda thinks. Placing his hands everywhere at once, but nowhere he wants them. In his hair, on his chest under his shirt; the back of his neck. What he would really like is for those hands to go south to the growing need in his pants. Instead though, Masuda moves his hips slightly to get the friction he needs, Yuya seems to understand this and moves along with him, pushing himself close to Masuda. A small moan escapes between kisses.
“A bedroom would be nice,” he gasps out, hands lightly places on Yuya’s hips not trying to hold him in place but seeming to do so. He slips his fingers underneath the thin fabric of his shirt and along his torso.
They break away for Yuya to gasp, “Bedroom.” He grabs Masuda by the hand and pulls him along the dark halls of an apartment he’s never been to but Masuda doesn’t mind at all.
In the bedroom Yuya lies down on the bed first, pulling his shirt over his head, pale skin showing in the small amount of moon light from the window. His hands grab onto Masuda’s shirt next pulling it off and throwing it some place neither of them know nor care at the moment then pulling him down onto the bed as well. “Name?” He asks kissing that the other’s neck again. Nipping slightly trying not to leave marks just yet, they have time still.
“Masuda.” He breathes out, hands on either side of Yuya’s head trying hard to hold himself up. He’s moving his hips against Yuya’s in languid movements exciting them both. Yuya’s member was apparent through his skin tight jeans as he moved in return his head rolling back a bit as he takes deep ragged breaths. His hands find their way back into Masuda’s red hair and tangle it up, tugging a little bit before pulling the other back down into a kiss.
Without a word Masuda pulls away and unbuttons his pants pulling them down along with his boxers and gasping as the air hits him. He returns to Yuya and trails kisses along the other’s neck, down his chest stopping to take a nipple in between his teeth for a moment and lightly touching the other with his hand. He returns to his descend on Yuya’s body soon after making his way across his soft, smooth stomach and stopping just above his pants.
He glances up with a coy smile looking up through his eyelashes at Yuya. Without a word he opens the button on his pants and pulls them down ever so slowly, enticing a groan from the other as the fabric rubs against him. He palms the other briefly through his boxers bringing him a little bit closer before removing them as well and tossing them aside with the rest of their clothes.
This is where things get hot and fast paced. Yuya throws a bottle of lube and a condom in Masuda’s general direction telling him to do as he pleases. Masuda takes a moment and runs his hands along Yuya’s thighs, up to his hips then back down again. He runs them up the inner thigh close enhancing both of their needs. This goes on for a bit before he takes Yuya in his hand and pumps him gently. He moves his hips up to meet the movement trying to make him go faster without asking.
“It’ll be easier if you ask,” Masuda says. His breath is right next to Yuya and makes him shiver.
He licks his lips, “Please?”
Masuda isn’t one to make someone he doesn’t know beg, not for sex. He complies by licking a strip on the underside of Yuya’s member. He takes the head in his mouth, playing with the slit with his tongue exciting a moan from Yuya. He hollows out his cheeks and lowers his head taking in as much as he can moving his tongue as much as he can to add to the pleasure.
Up and down, up and down, the motions go, slow and well-paced until Masuda has the taste of pre-cum on his tongue. He pulls off with a bit of a slurping sound which on normal cases would be highly unattractive but they’re both too worked up to care.
He takes a hand to his own member and jerks off a little bit getting himself much closer to climax than he was. Before it’s too much to handle he quickly prepares Yuya. Spreading lubricant on his fingers, inserting one and stretching him out a bit. Another soon follows when he sees fit. In and out he moved them until Yuya is trying to fuck himself on Masuda’s fingers then he pulls out and searches momentarily for the condom then rips it open and rolls it on. He applies a small amount of lube for precaution since the haze of alcohol is still light on his mind and he isn’t sure if he used enough when preparing the other.
When all is said and done he lifts Yuya’s legs a bit and presses up against his entrance, “Ready?” He asks moving his hands along the other’s thighs once more.
Yuya nods and that is when things get moving.
Three slow thrusts inside and Masuda is already loving the resistance that is Yuya clenching around him. He goes faster pulling moans from Yuya’s high voice which only work him to try and go faster.
“Massu.” He breaths out putting a hand between then and grabbing himself. He pumps himself in time to Masuda’s thrusts and moves his hips back as well to get the most of it. He soon stills and spills out over his fingers closing around Masuda even more which has him working harder to make it past the resistance but it only takes so long before he soon follows Yuya and releases into the condom panting heavily and trying hard not to collapse on top of the other.
Masuda pulls out and places a kiss on Yuya’s knee before plopping down onto the bed next to him and removing the condom and tying it off. Somehow or another, he’s not really sure, they end up tangled into each other on the bed. A mess of limbs and hair falling asleep.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Tegomasu
Genre: smut
Warnings: it's light porn I guess
Disclamier: Dude, it's fiction.
A/n: requested by
ryogranade. also my first attempt at porn :Db it was love at first tweet for us, that's the only reason why this exists
The bass was pumping throughout the club; light vibrations could be felt through the floor and the rubber of his sneakers. The lights were dim and the air thick from the numerous bodies pressed into the small space. It smelt like sweat and alcohol. Masuda was wondering why he was here, if it wasn’t for a few beers affecting his thought process his OCD tendency’s would be kicking in about now. Truthfully being in there made him feel disgusting, but that was exactly why he was still there after the fourth beer.
The song changed but the beats were still the same, fast paced and thumping against every fiber of your body to your very core. It wasn’t something people in their right minds would dance to, only when you’re tipsy or farther along would you. IN the corner Masuda could see that some have given up dancing and had moved to the next stage, even when under the influence he still couldn’t stand to watch someone else’s attempts at sex in a club. He needed another beer.
At the bar was a young… Well he couldn’t tell if that was a man or a woman at the moment. But they were pretty, slim figured and graceful on their feet. Quick moving and sweet while getting everyone’s order. Surely they weren’t older enough to work here. Masuda surveyed the rest of the staff in eye’s view, only this one looked young enough to still be in school.
“What can I get you?” A sweet voice asked. Masuda moved his gaze before him, up close he could tell this was a man, though just barely.
He held up his beer bottle and shook it, “Another please?”
The bartender took the bottle and smile, “No problem.”
He watched as they walked a bit of a ways down the length of the bar to toss out the bottle and grab another. “Are you new?” he was asked when the bartender came back. “You don’t seem familiar.”
“I was dragged here.” He opened the bottle and took a sip, drinking made the music seem better, less like noise and more like music.
“Are you enjoying it?” That voice was sweet, really sweet. Like pure sugar. Now if only it was Gyoza would Masuda be sold on the underlying motive it held. “The club I mean, and the beer.”
He shrugged.
They stared at each other for a beat or two before someone called out, “Yuya!” The bartender turned his head, well that confirmed it for Masuda. Defiantly a man. He smiled, “I’ll be back.”
They didn’t share words until about two beers later, or was it three? He couldn’t remember. This time the voice came from behind him, “Still here? I thought you would’ve left by now.” Just as sweet, but warm against his neck.
He shivered. “I wanted to finish my beer.” Masuda mumbled.
Yuya laughed, “It looks like you had a couple more as well.” He pressed his chin on Masuda’s shoulder. “Are you going for another?”
He looked at his watch, the numbers blurred together but it looked to be about 3am. “No. I should leave.” He made to motion to move forward. His mind was muttled for he felt the soft movement of lips pressed against his neck. Masuda hummed in response.
“You’re pretty.” Yuya mumbles still kissing, lightly nipping at the skin every so often moving up closer to Masuda’s ear. A shiver went down his spin and he tried to shake it out but there were a pair of arms snaked around his waist. “I’m off work now.” His voice was soft like honey. “We could go someplace quieter.”
He didn’t know that was even the plan Yuya had in mind, it was an astonishment that his brain had even kept up with the conversation at hand with the haze over it. His only response was to hum as he tilted his head for the other to have better access. Yuya, he decided, was good with his mouth. This was confirmed when he was suddenly turned around and kissed him. His lips were soft with just the right fullness for Masuda. The light hint of strawberries was apparent when he found himself swiping his tongue along the other’s lips.
Yuya’s hands were on his shoulders, then his chest and the nape of his neck playing with the short hairs that sat there. A hand brushed along his stomach and stopped finally when reaching his groin. He brushed his hand lightly up and down in a soft movement which was enough to generate a light moan out of Masuda, “I really think we should go someplace else now,” he whispered. They shared a deep kiss, sloppy with sudden need.
~~
They’re at Yuya’s apartment, its dark, pitch black when he opens to door with a loud bang. Masuda’s senses are on high alert from the need to be touched. They quickly throw off their shoes before Yuya takes the initiative and pushes Masuda against the closed door and kisses him, or tries to. He’s more of sucking on his bottom lip, taking it between his teeth and biting at it a bit then going back to kissing, slipping his tongue inside battling it out with Masuda’s seeing who will dominate. He’s not putting up much of a fight though; he is willing to let Yuya take the lead.
He’s a bit of an all body force, Masuda thinks. Placing his hands everywhere at once, but nowhere he wants them. In his hair, on his chest under his shirt; the back of his neck. What he would really like is for those hands to go south to the growing need in his pants. Instead though, Masuda moves his hips slightly to get the friction he needs, Yuya seems to understand this and moves along with him, pushing himself close to Masuda. A small moan escapes between kisses.
“A bedroom would be nice,” he gasps out, hands lightly places on Yuya’s hips not trying to hold him in place but seeming to do so. He slips his fingers underneath the thin fabric of his shirt and along his torso.
They break away for Yuya to gasp, “Bedroom.” He grabs Masuda by the hand and pulls him along the dark halls of an apartment he’s never been to but Masuda doesn’t mind at all.
In the bedroom Yuya lies down on the bed first, pulling his shirt over his head, pale skin showing in the small amount of moon light from the window. His hands grab onto Masuda’s shirt next pulling it off and throwing it some place neither of them know nor care at the moment then pulling him down onto the bed as well. “Name?” He asks kissing that the other’s neck again. Nipping slightly trying not to leave marks just yet, they have time still.
“Masuda.” He breathes out, hands on either side of Yuya’s head trying hard to hold himself up. He’s moving his hips against Yuya’s in languid movements exciting them both. Yuya’s member was apparent through his skin tight jeans as he moved in return his head rolling back a bit as he takes deep ragged breaths. His hands find their way back into Masuda’s red hair and tangle it up, tugging a little bit before pulling the other back down into a kiss.
Without a word Masuda pulls away and unbuttons his pants pulling them down along with his boxers and gasping as the air hits him. He returns to Yuya and trails kisses along the other’s neck, down his chest stopping to take a nipple in between his teeth for a moment and lightly touching the other with his hand. He returns to his descend on Yuya’s body soon after making his way across his soft, smooth stomach and stopping just above his pants.
He glances up with a coy smile looking up through his eyelashes at Yuya. Without a word he opens the button on his pants and pulls them down ever so slowly, enticing a groan from the other as the fabric rubs against him. He palms the other briefly through his boxers bringing him a little bit closer before removing them as well and tossing them aside with the rest of their clothes.
This is where things get hot and fast paced. Yuya throws a bottle of lube and a condom in Masuda’s general direction telling him to do as he pleases. Masuda takes a moment and runs his hands along Yuya’s thighs, up to his hips then back down again. He runs them up the inner thigh close enhancing both of their needs. This goes on for a bit before he takes Yuya in his hand and pumps him gently. He moves his hips up to meet the movement trying to make him go faster without asking.
“It’ll be easier if you ask,” Masuda says. His breath is right next to Yuya and makes him shiver.
He licks his lips, “Please?”
Masuda isn’t one to make someone he doesn’t know beg, not for sex. He complies by licking a strip on the underside of Yuya’s member. He takes the head in his mouth, playing with the slit with his tongue exciting a moan from Yuya. He hollows out his cheeks and lowers his head taking in as much as he can moving his tongue as much as he can to add to the pleasure.
Up and down, up and down, the motions go, slow and well-paced until Masuda has the taste of pre-cum on his tongue. He pulls off with a bit of a slurping sound which on normal cases would be highly unattractive but they’re both too worked up to care.
He takes a hand to his own member and jerks off a little bit getting himself much closer to climax than he was. Before it’s too much to handle he quickly prepares Yuya. Spreading lubricant on his fingers, inserting one and stretching him out a bit. Another soon follows when he sees fit. In and out he moved them until Yuya is trying to fuck himself on Masuda’s fingers then he pulls out and searches momentarily for the condom then rips it open and rolls it on. He applies a small amount of lube for precaution since the haze of alcohol is still light on his mind and he isn’t sure if he used enough when preparing the other.
When all is said and done he lifts Yuya’s legs a bit and presses up against his entrance, “Ready?” He asks moving his hands along the other’s thighs once more.
Yuya nods and that is when things get moving.
Three slow thrusts inside and Masuda is already loving the resistance that is Yuya clenching around him. He goes faster pulling moans from Yuya’s high voice which only work him to try and go faster.
“Massu.” He breaths out putting a hand between then and grabbing himself. He pumps himself in time to Masuda’s thrusts and moves his hips back as well to get the most of it. He soon stills and spills out over his fingers closing around Masuda even more which has him working harder to make it past the resistance but it only takes so long before he soon follows Yuya and releases into the condom panting heavily and trying hard not to collapse on top of the other.
Masuda pulls out and places a kiss on Yuya’s knee before plopping down onto the bed next to him and removing the condom and tying it off. Somehow or another, he’s not really sure, they end up tangled into each other on the bed. A mess of limbs and hair falling asleep.