[Fic] Sundance
Characters: Takahiro, Shokichi
Pairing: Takasho
Rating: M
A/N: Written because I'm a glutton for punishment. Basically PWP an accompaniment fic to Moonriver.
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“You’re always here.” Takahiro’s voice held a slight whine as he shrugged off his coat.
“I work here, Takahiro-san.”
Takahiro always said that his continued patronage of Moonriver was his way of “thanking Makidai-san for introducing Sho-chan” to him.
Shokichi suspected that he had other reasons.
“I hardly get to see you these days.”
“You had to work late the past week, didn’t you?” Shokichi turned away from the pout that the other was directing at him, busying himself with arranging the bottles of scented oils in the cupboard.
“I know. And I missed you so.” Arms snaked around his waist from behind, pulling him against a warm body. Shokichi shivered as Takahiro’s breath ghosted across the back of his neck.
Namely the promise of a private room.
“Takahiro-san-”
“You need to learn how to relax a little, Sho-chan. You’re always so tense.”
Shokichi turned around to face the other, but before he could utter a single word, he found Takahiro’s lips on his, tongue hungrily exploring his mouth.
Almost reluctantly, he pulled away, avoiding the semi-hurt flash in Takahiro’s eyes.
“The walls are thin.”
A crooked finger tilted his face upward, forcing him to meet its owner’s gaze. Almost tenderly, a thumb traced his kiss-swollen lips.
“Then we’ll have to be quiet, won’t we?”
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From the start, he had always been at Takahiro’s mercy.
Leaning dazedly on his lover, hair in a mess and his uniform shirt open, Shokichi just barely had the presence of mind to cover his own mouth, stifling the moans that were threatening to spill out.
He felt Takahiro’s lips curl into a smile as the man continued his assault on his neck, his back, leaving a trail of kisses where his lips once were. A hand roamed across his chest, his pelvis. Cool, tapered fingers dipped just past the waistband of his trousers, rubbing at the skin underneath.
A muffled groan slipped past Shokichi’s lips, hips bucking sharply.
Lower. More. Please.
“Weren’t we supposed to be quiet?” An amused murmur by his ear.
Words buzzed around in Shokichi’s head, muddled with the sensations of a certain hand inching further south.
“Tease.” Shokichi’s face flushed even more as his gasp reached his own ears, drawing out a chuckle from the other.
When did he become this needy?
“Now now. Just relax. I’ll help you.”
A hand loosened the fingers he had clamped over his mouth, turning his face to the side. Lips fused sloppily, just in time to muffle another moan, for Takahiro’s right hand had wrapped itself around Shokichi’s member.
Shokichi felt his hips moving of their own accord, trying to get more friction. Takahiro’s free arm slipped over his waist, holding him still.
“Allow me.” Teeth caressed the shell of his ear.
Shokichi felt Takahiro’s hand slide along his shaft, slowly increasing in speed. He briefly registered grinding against the bulge under his lover’s trousers, before that hand slid firmly from base to tip, a finger (or was it a thumb?) brushing across the sensitized skin.
No amount of self-control could have stopped that cry that was wrenched from his throat.
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He was a boneless mess, lying on the mattress. Perched gracefully on the edge, Takahiro smiled down at him, wiping his right hand on his handkerchief. His hands clean, the elder man took his time in buttoning up Shokichi’s shirt, taking every chance to trail his fingers along the marked skin.
“Well I don’t know about you, but from the looks of it, the relaxation therapy worked.” He looked up from his task, that dimpled grin spread across his face.
Shokichi’s attempts to hide his burning face were foiled when Takahiro let out a gleeful laugh and swooped in for another kiss.
Or seven.
Pairing: Takasho
Rating: M
A/N: Written because I'm a glutton for punishment. Basically PWP an accompaniment fic to Moonriver.
=========================
“You’re always here.” Takahiro’s voice held a slight whine as he shrugged off his coat.
“I work here, Takahiro-san.”
Takahiro always said that his continued patronage of Moonriver was his way of “thanking Makidai-san for introducing Sho-chan” to him.
Shokichi suspected that he had other reasons.
“I hardly get to see you these days.”
“You had to work late the past week, didn’t you?” Shokichi turned away from the pout that the other was directing at him, busying himself with arranging the bottles of scented oils in the cupboard.
“I know. And I missed you so.” Arms snaked around his waist from behind, pulling him against a warm body. Shokichi shivered as Takahiro’s breath ghosted across the back of his neck.
Namely the promise of a private room.
“Takahiro-san-”
“You need to learn how to relax a little, Sho-chan. You’re always so tense.”
Shokichi turned around to face the other, but before he could utter a single word, he found Takahiro’s lips on his, tongue hungrily exploring his mouth.
Almost reluctantly, he pulled away, avoiding the semi-hurt flash in Takahiro’s eyes.
“The walls are thin.”
A crooked finger tilted his face upward, forcing him to meet its owner’s gaze. Almost tenderly, a thumb traced his kiss-swollen lips.
“Then we’ll have to be quiet, won’t we?”
=========================
From the start, he had always been at Takahiro’s mercy.
Leaning dazedly on his lover, hair in a mess and his uniform shirt open, Shokichi just barely had the presence of mind to cover his own mouth, stifling the moans that were threatening to spill out.
He felt Takahiro’s lips curl into a smile as the man continued his assault on his neck, his back, leaving a trail of kisses where his lips once were. A hand roamed across his chest, his pelvis. Cool, tapered fingers dipped just past the waistband of his trousers, rubbing at the skin underneath.
A muffled groan slipped past Shokichi’s lips, hips bucking sharply.
Lower. More. Please.
“Weren’t we supposed to be quiet?” An amused murmur by his ear.
Words buzzed around in Shokichi’s head, muddled with the sensations of a certain hand inching further south.
“Tease.” Shokichi’s face flushed even more as his gasp reached his own ears, drawing out a chuckle from the other.
When did he become this needy?
“Now now. Just relax. I’ll help you.”
A hand loosened the fingers he had clamped over his mouth, turning his face to the side. Lips fused sloppily, just in time to muffle another moan, for Takahiro’s right hand had wrapped itself around Shokichi’s member.
Shokichi felt his hips moving of their own accord, trying to get more friction. Takahiro’s free arm slipped over his waist, holding him still.
“Allow me.” Teeth caressed the shell of his ear.
Shokichi felt Takahiro’s hand slide along his shaft, slowly increasing in speed. He briefly registered grinding against the bulge under his lover’s trousers, before that hand slid firmly from base to tip, a finger (or was it a thumb?) brushing across the sensitized skin.
No amount of self-control could have stopped that cry that was wrenched from his throat.
=========================
He was a boneless mess, lying on the mattress. Perched gracefully on the edge, Takahiro smiled down at him, wiping his right hand on his handkerchief. His hands clean, the elder man took his time in buttoning up Shokichi’s shirt, taking every chance to trail his fingers along the marked skin.
“Well I don’t know about you, but from the looks of it, the relaxation therapy worked.” He looked up from his task, that dimpled grin spread across his face.
Shokichi’s attempts to hide his burning face were foiled when Takahiro let out a gleeful laugh and swooped in for another kiss.
Or seven.