[oneshot] PWP Sakuraiba
Title: PWP SAKURAIBA
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Note(s): I still don't know what came over me T_____T. I unlocked this fic so if this looks familiar friend's list this is why. did a quick read through for errors. I'm notorious for typos so please excuse any you may find.
The bed creaked softly as Aiba sat up, he supported himself on his elbows, and squinted at the early morning rays that penetrated the blinds. The room was untidy. Hooded jackets, DVDs and souvenirs littered the floor. In the warm summer morning, Sho's high threadcount sheets felt refreshingly cool against his bare skin, but the owner of the bedding and Aiba's sleeping companion was noticeably absent. The faint impression of Sho's sleeping form was the only indication he had even been in the room.
"Sho chan~" Aiba called from the bed with his finger drawing invisible hearts on the mattress. The sound of crash coming from the bathroom informed Aiba just exactly where Sho had gone. 'So this is where you're hiding.'
Sho turned off the faucet and picked up the toothbrush he had dropped, at the sound of Aiba's voice.
Sho walked out of the bathroom. His hair was tousled and Aiba could detect the faint smell of spearmint even at a distance. After a short pause Sho spoke, nervously with on hand rubbing the back of his head. "We drank a lot last night didn't we?"
"Sho chan ate a lot too~"
Something about the way Aiba held the last syllable made Sho's mouth turn dry. Sho's gaze shifted from Aiba's naked chest to someplace lower. Aiba's words repeated in his mind 'ate a lot.' Standing stock still Sho's mouth formed a perfect 'O' and he was still gaping at his partner who was in his bed when realization struck. "Aiba chan...that is...I..."
"Isn't this what you wanted all along?" Aiba moved to the edge of the bed, revealing more skin as the covers pooled at his waist.
"No.. I mean Yes...I mean what happend to taking things slow?"
"...I could go slow.." Aiba gave sho a wicked grin.
Sho stood in the middle of the room, halfway between the bathroom and the bed, looking utterly torn.
Aiba watched Sho's hesitation with a level of amusement, before taking advantage of the situation.
"I would never make Sho chan do anything he didn't want to." Aiba said sadly looking down at his hands, theatrically examining them for any signs of dirt or ugliness that would keep sho from wanting to touch him.
Sho's heart clenched. "It's not that I don't want to!" he said quickly.
Aiba raised his large eyes to Sho in question.
Sho moved to the bed and took hold of Aiba's hand "I just want to be mentally prepared for," Sho motioned between both their bodies, "This."
Aiba smiled and nodded. "I understand."
"You do?" Sho let out a sigh of relief.
"Yes I do. Sho chan I'm going to fuck you now so prepare yourself."
"...What!"
Before Sho could let out a proper yelp strong hands were keeping his face steady and a warm tongue invaded his open mouth. It was the most indecent kiss Sho had ever experienced. In addition a tongue that tried to explore every nook and cranny of his mouth twofold, Aiba's hands had somehow made their way inside Sho's pants. With a muffled cry Sho managed to push Aiba off of him but his hand had made it to the inseam of his pants where the band of his boxers should have been.
"Sho..." Aiba continued to feel around as he spoke in disbelief. "You're not wearing any boxers."
A blush erupted across Sho's face tinging his cheeks a deep shade of red. "I...was going to do laundry today and-"
"-- That's kind of dirty don't you think? Sakurai." Without waiting for a response, Aiba took one of Sho's fingers into his mouth swirling his tongue and running it up and down the appendage, slow at first before abruptly flicking the tip and sucking before releasing it with a soft pop.
"And that's not?" Sho gasped. His cocked twitching in anticipation.
"That was just a preview." Aiba tugged Sho's pants down to his ankles. "This won't be dirty." Aiba assured him giving the vein on the back of Sho's erect member an apathetic lick. "It will be completely....and utterly...filthy." Aiba accentuated each word with his tongue, to the vociferous shouts of his partner.
**
"Please!" Sho begged. He didn't have time to wonder how Aiba had transformed his reluctance to insatiable desire or why there were pre-lubed condoms on his nightstand.
"Please what?" Aiba cupped Sho's ass and gave it a firm squeeze.
"Please!" Sho moaned tightly squeezing his eyes shut, "I want you inside of me."
"You aren't ready for that again."
Again? Sho promised himself he would never drink again! "It's ok Masaki I want to," Sho pleaded but Aiba already had his mind made up.
Aiba crawled across the bed and straddled Sho's face. "Suck" he ordered lowering himself into Sho's open mouth.Sho gasped but obliged giving Aiba a sloppy blow job, Aibas watched Sho's own cock rock back and forth beneath his face as he moved his head up and down. "That's Good" Aiba gasped craning his neck to reach Sho's still erect cock. Aiba licked what he could reach and used his hands to squeeze, rub, and pump the remaining inches of Sho's hardened flesh.
Mouth full of Aiba, Sho came with a muffled cry spilling onto Aiba's face, followed shortly by Aiba who filled Sho's mouth.
Several hours later after they were cleaned up and clothed casually sitting at the table eating a late brunch, Aiba wrapped his arms around his boyfriend tenderly. "Thank you for this morning."
Sho hummed into the embrace. "I'm sorry I didn't realize how ...sexually frustrated you were."
Aiba laughed breathily into Sho's ear. "I wasn't frustrated I just wanted to see if Sho chan would improve from one night to the next morning."
"..."
"Don't worry you did. Even if you don't remember."
[End]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Note(s): I still don't know what came over me T_____T. I unlocked this fic so if this looks familiar friend's list this is why. did a quick read through for errors. I'm notorious for typos so please excuse any you may find.
The bed creaked softly as Aiba sat up, he supported himself on his elbows, and squinted at the early morning rays that penetrated the blinds. The room was untidy. Hooded jackets, DVDs and souvenirs littered the floor. In the warm summer morning, Sho's high threadcount sheets felt refreshingly cool against his bare skin, but the owner of the bedding and Aiba's sleeping companion was noticeably absent. The faint impression of Sho's sleeping form was the only indication he had even been in the room.
"Sho chan~" Aiba called from the bed with his finger drawing invisible hearts on the mattress. The sound of crash coming from the bathroom informed Aiba just exactly where Sho had gone. 'So this is where you're hiding.'
Sho turned off the faucet and picked up the toothbrush he had dropped, at the sound of Aiba's voice.
Sho walked out of the bathroom. His hair was tousled and Aiba could detect the faint smell of spearmint even at a distance. After a short pause Sho spoke, nervously with on hand rubbing the back of his head. "We drank a lot last night didn't we?"
"Sho chan ate a lot too~"
Something about the way Aiba held the last syllable made Sho's mouth turn dry. Sho's gaze shifted from Aiba's naked chest to someplace lower. Aiba's words repeated in his mind 'ate a lot.' Standing stock still Sho's mouth formed a perfect 'O' and he was still gaping at his partner who was in his bed when realization struck. "Aiba chan...that is...I..."
"Isn't this what you wanted all along?" Aiba moved to the edge of the bed, revealing more skin as the covers pooled at his waist.
"No.. I mean Yes...I mean what happend to taking things slow?"
"...I could go slow.." Aiba gave sho a wicked grin.
Sho stood in the middle of the room, halfway between the bathroom and the bed, looking utterly torn.
Aiba watched Sho's hesitation with a level of amusement, before taking advantage of the situation.
"I would never make Sho chan do anything he didn't want to." Aiba said sadly looking down at his hands, theatrically examining them for any signs of dirt or ugliness that would keep sho from wanting to touch him.
Sho's heart clenched. "It's not that I don't want to!" he said quickly.
Aiba raised his large eyes to Sho in question.
Sho moved to the bed and took hold of Aiba's hand "I just want to be mentally prepared for," Sho motioned between both their bodies, "This."
Aiba smiled and nodded. "I understand."
"You do?" Sho let out a sigh of relief.
"Yes I do. Sho chan I'm going to fuck you now so prepare yourself."
"...What!"
Before Sho could let out a proper yelp strong hands were keeping his face steady and a warm tongue invaded his open mouth. It was the most indecent kiss Sho had ever experienced. In addition a tongue that tried to explore every nook and cranny of his mouth twofold, Aiba's hands had somehow made their way inside Sho's pants. With a muffled cry Sho managed to push Aiba off of him but his hand had made it to the inseam of his pants where the band of his boxers should have been.
"Sho..." Aiba continued to feel around as he spoke in disbelief. "You're not wearing any boxers."
A blush erupted across Sho's face tinging his cheeks a deep shade of red. "I...was going to do laundry today and-"
"-- That's kind of dirty don't you think? Sakurai." Without waiting for a response, Aiba took one of Sho's fingers into his mouth swirling his tongue and running it up and down the appendage, slow at first before abruptly flicking the tip and sucking before releasing it with a soft pop.
"And that's not?" Sho gasped. His cocked twitching in anticipation.
"That was just a preview." Aiba tugged Sho's pants down to his ankles. "This won't be dirty." Aiba assured him giving the vein on the back of Sho's erect member an apathetic lick. "It will be completely....and utterly...filthy." Aiba accentuated each word with his tongue, to the vociferous shouts of his partner.
**
"Please!" Sho begged. He didn't have time to wonder how Aiba had transformed his reluctance to insatiable desire or why there were pre-lubed condoms on his nightstand.
"Please what?" Aiba cupped Sho's ass and gave it a firm squeeze.
"Please!" Sho moaned tightly squeezing his eyes shut, "I want you inside of me."
"You aren't ready for that again."
Again? Sho promised himself he would never drink again! "It's ok Masaki I want to," Sho pleaded but Aiba already had his mind made up.
Aiba crawled across the bed and straddled Sho's face. "Suck" he ordered lowering himself into Sho's open mouth.Sho gasped but obliged giving Aiba a sloppy blow job, Aibas watched Sho's own cock rock back and forth beneath his face as he moved his head up and down. "That's Good" Aiba gasped craning his neck to reach Sho's still erect cock. Aiba licked what he could reach and used his hands to squeeze, rub, and pump the remaining inches of Sho's hardened flesh.
Mouth full of Aiba, Sho came with a muffled cry spilling onto Aiba's face, followed shortly by Aiba who filled Sho's mouth.
Several hours later after they were cleaned up and clothed casually sitting at the table eating a late brunch, Aiba wrapped his arms around his boyfriend tenderly. "Thank you for this morning."
Sho hummed into the embrace. "I'm sorry I didn't realize how ...sexually frustrated you were."
Aiba laughed breathily into Sho's ear. "I wasn't frustrated I just wanted to see if Sho chan would improve from one night to the next morning."
"..."
"Don't worry you did. Even if you don't remember."
[End]