もっと愛して
Title: もっと愛して
Pairing: Masuda Takahisa x Tegoshi Yuya
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Tegoshi knew when Massu was in the mood. And when that happened, there was no stopping him--even if it's in the recording studio.
Disclaimer: Oh snap.
Notes: PWP. Probably really bad smut. XD
Tegoshi knew when Massu was in the mood. Ever since they had gotten together, he had discovered Massu had a certain sequence of mannerisms that he had become quick to recognize. Massu himself probably wasn't aware that he did anything unusual, but Tegoshi knew them by heart: Massu would press his hand on the small of Tegoshi's back, let his eyes flit around the room, chew the inside of his mouth absently, jiggle his leg a little, purse his lips.
That's why, when Tegoshi felt that oh-so-familiar palm press against his lower back, alarms went off inside of his head. There were a couple things wrong with this situation:
1. They were in a meeting.
2. They were going to recording afterwards.
3. Johnny and Mary were sitting right across the table from them.
Luckily for him, both of the said individuals in point number three happened to be watching an executive speaking. They were discussing corporate affairs and other things that caused the minds of the JE boys to wander.
And Massu's mind-and hand-was clearly wandering.
Tegoshi bit his lip nervously, wondering what he should do. He jabbed Massu with his elbow, but Massu only raised his eyebrows and smiled at him suggestively. Did he really not notice what he was doing at all?
For the rest of the meeting, Tegoshi had no choice but to pretend that everything was normal and that Massu was not molesting his back.
After the meeting was over, they were led to the recording studio. But because the staff still had one more meeting to attend-something about the arrangement of the songs-the two of them were left alone to wait. As soon as the door clicked shut, Tegoshi grabbed Massu's arm.
"Mou, you really shouldn't think about those things while we're in the middle of a meet-" But suddenly Massu had almost violently pinned him against the wall, invading Tegoshi's mouth with his tongue and stopping his words.
"Mmm... can't help it," he murmured as he pulled away and buried his nose against Tegoshi's neck, "You smell too good..." He dipped his tongue against Tegoshi's collarbone before nipping at the spot where neck and shoulder meet.
Tegoshi gasped softly, turning his head to the side and gripping Massu's arms tightly, crumpling the thin cotton of Massu's T-shirt. Massu was pressing against him, his hands on Tegoshi's hips as he licked and sucked the spot where a faint bruise appearing. He dragged his hands underneath Tegoshi's shirt and up his chest, caressing the soft skin. Tegoshi's knees were weakening, and he began to lean more of his weight against the wall behind him, clinging even tighter to Massu.
Grabbing Tegoshi by the waist, Massu sat him onto of the desks near the control panel. As Tegoshi draped his arms over his shoulders, Massu leaned up and claimed his mouth again. They kissed for a while, eyes slipping closed as mouths slipped open, only coming up for air after they had thoroughly explored each other's mouths.
Something in Tegoshi's conscience awakened as Massu helped him take his shirt off. Was it really okay for them to be going this far in such a place? Well, of course it wasn't, but the voice in his mind was immediately extinguished as Massu lowered him onto his back. Not like they could stop now, anyway. Nothing could stop Massu once they had gotten started.
He could feel the buttons of the control panel underneath him, but ignored his discomfort when Massu, now shirtless as well, leaned over and resumed kissing him. His hands roamed up and down Massu's exposed chest, and then down to trace the other boy's well-defined abs.
Massu moaned when Tegoshi's hands wandered lower and lower. "Yu... ya..." he panted, pressing onto the smaller boy. Tegoshi flinched as the knobs and sliders dug more persistently into his back. Something needed to change, fast; Massu was already beginning to unzip his pants with a distinct urgency.
Whimpering, he pushed Massu away gently, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"What's wrong?" Massu asked. Tegoshi had never refused him before.
"The buttons... they're digging into my back," he bit his lip in embarrassment. Massu stood up and looked at him for a moment, causing him to flush and avoid his gaze. Then Massu scooped Tegoshi up into his arms and deposited him onto a couch towards the other side of the room.
After that, everything seemed to speed up. With one movement, Tegoshi's pants come off, along with his underwear. Another movement and Massu's were forgotten as well. And then Massu was on him even more ardently than before, pressing his body against Tegoshi's and sliding his hands up and down the boy's sides.
As Massu leaned over to kiss Tegoshi, he gently spread the other boy's legs apart. He then coaxed Tegoshi's mouth open with his tongue, savoring the taste that was so sweet to his senses.
Tegoshi wrapped his legs around Massu's waist and pressed himself against the older boy. "Massu... will you...?" Tegoshi faltered, unable to verbalize the rest of his question. But the meaning still reached the other boy.
Instead of answering, he took hold of Tegoshi's hips and briefly prepared him, never taking his eyes off of the younger boy's face for any signs of pain. "Dou?" He asked gently when he heard a groan escape from his lips. Tegoshi inhaled deeply and gave him the tiniest of nods.
Lifting his hips from the couch slightly so that he could get easier access, Massu entered Tegoshi with one stroke. "Nngh... I've been waiting for this all day," He whispered in a husky voice near his lover's ear. The response he got was a small gasp as he began to thrust slowly.
Tegoshi bit his lip, but couldn't stop himself from moaning softly when Massu began to speed up. Massu was kissing his chest, his collarbone, his throat; and as he tilted his head back in ecstasy, Massu ran his tongue from the base of his jaw up to his chin.
"Please..." he pleaded softly, wrapping his legs more tightly around Massu's hips and arching his back against him.
"Hmmm?" He buried his nose into Tegoshi's neck and inhaled the scent of his skin and sex. "What's wrong?"
"I.... ahnn..." Tegoshi was having difficulty forming sentences. "M-motto," he finally managed. "Mo... tto.... ai... shite..."
"What was that?" Massu teased, pressing a kiss against the nape of his neck. "Speak up."
Tegoshi bit his lip again. "Motto," he repeated desperately. "Motto aishite, Massu!" He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Massu begin to thrust deeper and faster, slipping his arms around Tegoshi's arched back to hold him against his body; as close as physically possible.
In between ragged breaths, Massu whispered into his ear. "I love you. God, I love you so much..." He stifled a moan into Tegoshi's shoulder. He had found Tegoshi's sweet spot-he could tell when the other boy stiffened slightly underneath him-and began to thrust with more force, hitting the same spot over and over.
Tegoshi was panting heavily, looking at Massu with lidded eyes and lips slightly parted. He was quickly reaching his limit. He could no longer control the volume of his voice. He was crying out Massu's name repeatedly; it had become the only word left that he could properly articulate. He could only hope that he wasn't hoarse afterwards when they had to record.
"Ah... hnnngh-! Massu...." His voice trailed off when he felt the sudden rush of warmth as Massu climaxed within him. Massu let out a low groan, collapsing heavily against Tegoshi for a long moment to catch his breath.
The moment lasted a bit too long. "Massu," he whimpered again, shifting his hips underneath Massu's weight.
Massu slowly stirred and pulled himself up, and once again taking hold of Tegoshi's hips, pulled out of the other boy. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you," he murmured, and sat back to look at Tegoshi. The younger boy went pink and turned his head to the side, averting his glance until he suddenly felt Massu's mouth engulfing him.
"Ah...!" His eyes shot to Massu's head bowed over his lower body. He rolled his hips, bucking slightly until the other boy had to hold him down. Massu began to gently apply pressure with his mouth; he knew that Tegoshi was already on the verge of release. Then all in one moment, he took all of him into his mouth. Tegoshi immediately climaxed, his scream rising in decibels. It was a good thing that no one else was recording in the studio that day. Massu swallowed everything easily, accepting all that came.
When Tegoshi was spent, Massu climbed over him once more. Tegoshi was trembling, so Massu wrapped him in his arms and held him against his chest again, stroking his hair.
"Nnh...." Massu looked down at Tegoshi, then cupped his face in his hands and kissed him deeply.
"You are so beautiful right now."
Tegoshi smiled gently and moved a little, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. "What time are we supposed to start recording...?"
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A/N:
Motto aishite (もっと愛して) - "Love [me] more." Most of the time I try to keep sentences in Japanese to a minimum (though I still like to use "mou" and stuff) but when my knowledge of the language has a sudden surge, the boys tend to speak Japanese in my head. This one in particular popped into my head and wouldn't go away... and I loved the expression too much to turn it into English. >__> It just sounds so hot in Japanese, sdkfhakjsfa.
I started this fic more than a month ago, forgot it for a week or so, and then started adding about a paragraph each weekend night. ^^; Hopefully I proofed it well enough that you can't tell that I wrote it in pieces anymore. Because the rough draft was really bad. LOL. And yes I am aware that it ended in more or less the same way as MASSUTEGO HAVE A GREAT SEX LIFE.
In case any of you have been wondering about An Appetite for Love II, I... haven't been working on it. ;;; I'm sorry! But I have spring break next week and this fic finally finished so I'll try to pick that up again. Oh man, it's already spring and AAFL II is set in the winter. T_T;
Pairing: Masuda Takahisa x Tegoshi Yuya
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Tegoshi knew when Massu was in the mood. And when that happened, there was no stopping him--even if it's in the recording studio.
Disclaimer: Oh snap.
Notes: PWP. Probably really bad smut. XD
Tegoshi knew when Massu was in the mood. Ever since they had gotten together, he had discovered Massu had a certain sequence of mannerisms that he had become quick to recognize. Massu himself probably wasn't aware that he did anything unusual, but Tegoshi knew them by heart: Massu would press his hand on the small of Tegoshi's back, let his eyes flit around the room, chew the inside of his mouth absently, jiggle his leg a little, purse his lips.
That's why, when Tegoshi felt that oh-so-familiar palm press against his lower back, alarms went off inside of his head. There were a couple things wrong with this situation:
1. They were in a meeting.
2. They were going to recording afterwards.
3. Johnny and Mary were sitting right across the table from them.
Luckily for him, both of the said individuals in point number three happened to be watching an executive speaking. They were discussing corporate affairs and other things that caused the minds of the JE boys to wander.
And Massu's mind-and hand-was clearly wandering.
Tegoshi bit his lip nervously, wondering what he should do. He jabbed Massu with his elbow, but Massu only raised his eyebrows and smiled at him suggestively. Did he really not notice what he was doing at all?
For the rest of the meeting, Tegoshi had no choice but to pretend that everything was normal and that Massu was not molesting his back.
After the meeting was over, they were led to the recording studio. But because the staff still had one more meeting to attend-something about the arrangement of the songs-the two of them were left alone to wait. As soon as the door clicked shut, Tegoshi grabbed Massu's arm.
"Mou, you really shouldn't think about those things while we're in the middle of a meet-" But suddenly Massu had almost violently pinned him against the wall, invading Tegoshi's mouth with his tongue and stopping his words.
"Mmm... can't help it," he murmured as he pulled away and buried his nose against Tegoshi's neck, "You smell too good..." He dipped his tongue against Tegoshi's collarbone before nipping at the spot where neck and shoulder meet.
Tegoshi gasped softly, turning his head to the side and gripping Massu's arms tightly, crumpling the thin cotton of Massu's T-shirt. Massu was pressing against him, his hands on Tegoshi's hips as he licked and sucked the spot where a faint bruise appearing. He dragged his hands underneath Tegoshi's shirt and up his chest, caressing the soft skin. Tegoshi's knees were weakening, and he began to lean more of his weight against the wall behind him, clinging even tighter to Massu.
Grabbing Tegoshi by the waist, Massu sat him onto of the desks near the control panel. As Tegoshi draped his arms over his shoulders, Massu leaned up and claimed his mouth again. They kissed for a while, eyes slipping closed as mouths slipped open, only coming up for air after they had thoroughly explored each other's mouths.
Something in Tegoshi's conscience awakened as Massu helped him take his shirt off. Was it really okay for them to be going this far in such a place? Well, of course it wasn't, but the voice in his mind was immediately extinguished as Massu lowered him onto his back. Not like they could stop now, anyway. Nothing could stop Massu once they had gotten started.
He could feel the buttons of the control panel underneath him, but ignored his discomfort when Massu, now shirtless as well, leaned over and resumed kissing him. His hands roamed up and down Massu's exposed chest, and then down to trace the other boy's well-defined abs.
Massu moaned when Tegoshi's hands wandered lower and lower. "Yu... ya..." he panted, pressing onto the smaller boy. Tegoshi flinched as the knobs and sliders dug more persistently into his back. Something needed to change, fast; Massu was already beginning to unzip his pants with a distinct urgency.
Whimpering, he pushed Massu away gently, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"What's wrong?" Massu asked. Tegoshi had never refused him before.
"The buttons... they're digging into my back," he bit his lip in embarrassment. Massu stood up and looked at him for a moment, causing him to flush and avoid his gaze. Then Massu scooped Tegoshi up into his arms and deposited him onto a couch towards the other side of the room.
After that, everything seemed to speed up. With one movement, Tegoshi's pants come off, along with his underwear. Another movement and Massu's were forgotten as well. And then Massu was on him even more ardently than before, pressing his body against Tegoshi's and sliding his hands up and down the boy's sides.
As Massu leaned over to kiss Tegoshi, he gently spread the other boy's legs apart. He then coaxed Tegoshi's mouth open with his tongue, savoring the taste that was so sweet to his senses.
Tegoshi wrapped his legs around Massu's waist and pressed himself against the older boy. "Massu... will you...?" Tegoshi faltered, unable to verbalize the rest of his question. But the meaning still reached the other boy.
Instead of answering, he took hold of Tegoshi's hips and briefly prepared him, never taking his eyes off of the younger boy's face for any signs of pain. "Dou?" He asked gently when he heard a groan escape from his lips. Tegoshi inhaled deeply and gave him the tiniest of nods.
Lifting his hips from the couch slightly so that he could get easier access, Massu entered Tegoshi with one stroke. "Nngh... I've been waiting for this all day," He whispered in a husky voice near his lover's ear. The response he got was a small gasp as he began to thrust slowly.
Tegoshi bit his lip, but couldn't stop himself from moaning softly when Massu began to speed up. Massu was kissing his chest, his collarbone, his throat; and as he tilted his head back in ecstasy, Massu ran his tongue from the base of his jaw up to his chin.
"Please..." he pleaded softly, wrapping his legs more tightly around Massu's hips and arching his back against him.
"Hmmm?" He buried his nose into Tegoshi's neck and inhaled the scent of his skin and sex. "What's wrong?"
"I.... ahnn..." Tegoshi was having difficulty forming sentences. "M-motto," he finally managed. "Mo... tto.... ai... shite..."
"What was that?" Massu teased, pressing a kiss against the nape of his neck. "Speak up."
Tegoshi bit his lip again. "Motto," he repeated desperately. "Motto aishite, Massu!" He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Massu begin to thrust deeper and faster, slipping his arms around Tegoshi's arched back to hold him against his body; as close as physically possible.
In between ragged breaths, Massu whispered into his ear. "I love you. God, I love you so much..." He stifled a moan into Tegoshi's shoulder. He had found Tegoshi's sweet spot-he could tell when the other boy stiffened slightly underneath him-and began to thrust with more force, hitting the same spot over and over.
Tegoshi was panting heavily, looking at Massu with lidded eyes and lips slightly parted. He was quickly reaching his limit. He could no longer control the volume of his voice. He was crying out Massu's name repeatedly; it had become the only word left that he could properly articulate. He could only hope that he wasn't hoarse afterwards when they had to record.
"Ah... hnnngh-! Massu...." His voice trailed off when he felt the sudden rush of warmth as Massu climaxed within him. Massu let out a low groan, collapsing heavily against Tegoshi for a long moment to catch his breath.
The moment lasted a bit too long. "Massu," he whimpered again, shifting his hips underneath Massu's weight.
Massu slowly stirred and pulled himself up, and once again taking hold of Tegoshi's hips, pulled out of the other boy. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you," he murmured, and sat back to look at Tegoshi. The younger boy went pink and turned his head to the side, averting his glance until he suddenly felt Massu's mouth engulfing him.
"Ah...!" His eyes shot to Massu's head bowed over his lower body. He rolled his hips, bucking slightly until the other boy had to hold him down. Massu began to gently apply pressure with his mouth; he knew that Tegoshi was already on the verge of release. Then all in one moment, he took all of him into his mouth. Tegoshi immediately climaxed, his scream rising in decibels. It was a good thing that no one else was recording in the studio that day. Massu swallowed everything easily, accepting all that came.
When Tegoshi was spent, Massu climbed over him once more. Tegoshi was trembling, so Massu wrapped him in his arms and held him against his chest again, stroking his hair.
"Nnh...." Massu looked down at Tegoshi, then cupped his face in his hands and kissed him deeply.
"You are so beautiful right now."
Tegoshi smiled gently and moved a little, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. "What time are we supposed to start recording...?"
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A/N:
Motto aishite (もっと愛して) - "Love [me] more." Most of the time I try to keep sentences in Japanese to a minimum (though I still like to use "mou" and stuff) but when my knowledge of the language has a sudden surge, the boys tend to speak Japanese in my head. This one in particular popped into my head and wouldn't go away... and I loved the expression too much to turn it into English. >__> It just sounds so hot in Japanese, sdkfhakjsfa.
I started this fic more than a month ago, forgot it for a week or so, and then started adding about a paragraph each weekend night. ^^; Hopefully I proofed it well enough that you can't tell that I wrote it in pieces anymore. Because the rough draft was really bad. LOL. And yes I am aware that it ended in more or less the same way as MASSUTEGO HAVE A GREAT SEX LIFE.
In case any of you have been wondering about An Appetite for Love II, I... haven't been working on it. ;;; I'm sorry! But I have spring break next week and this fic finally finished so I'll try to pick that up again. Oh man, it's already spring and AAFL II is set in the winter. T_T;