Beautiful Asshole (chapter 6)
Title: Beautiful asshole
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairings: Sakumoto
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Au, comedy, romance, m-preg and a bit of angst and smut xD
Disclaimer: If I could own them, my life would be perfect xD
Summary: Jun Matsumoto is a beautiful and clever assistant. His career is reaching the top and he will soon become a CEO but the only problem is his boss, Sho Sakurai. As handsome and attractive as a Top model but also a beautiful asshole. How Jun will reach his dream while ignoring his lust for his boss?
A/N: A big kiss for my BabySho for helping me with my baka mistakes <3
Chapter 6:
Sho's pov:
I felt possessive of him. Not in a romantic sort of way, but in a "drag him off by the hair and fuck him" way. Now, I had to think about a plan. Obviously, Hiroshi was interested. How could he not be? He didn't even know him but just heard stories about him from my dear family who seemed to be in love with Matsumoto. He liked him through these stories but didn't really know him. There was no way he could have an actual conversation with him and still find him appealing. Unless he just wanted to fuck him...
The sound of the leather steering wheel straining under my grip told me I'd be better off not thinking about that. He wouldn't have agreed to meet him at my parents' home if all he wanted was sex, would he? And unfortunately for me, Matsumoto was also the best sex I'd ever had. Fuck, he'd better never get that far. I wasn't sure I knew where to hide a body around here.
I still remembered the first moment I saw him. My parents had come to visit me for Christmas while I was living in Paris and one of my gifts had been a digital photo frame. While going through the photos with my mom, I paused the slides how at a picture of my parents standing with a beautiful black-haired man.
"Who is this with you and dad?" I asked. Mom told me his name was Jun Matsumoto and that he worked as an assistant for my dad and was all kinds of wonderful. He was probably only twenty in the photograph but his effortless beauty was arresting. Tall, black short hair, flawless skin and a smile that could make your heart stop in a second. And if you had seen his butt. I think I started to believe in God this day. Just God could create a so perfect ass!
Over the years, his face would pop up in photos that my mom sent to me. Receptions, Christmas parties, parties at the house. So, when the decision was made that I would come home and take over as CEO, my father explained that Jun was getting his business degree, had his scholarship that required real-world experience and that mine would be a perfect job for him to shadow for a year. My family loved and trusted him and the fact my father and brother had absolutely no reservations about his ability to handle the job spoke volumes. I agreed immediately.
Oh wrong I was.
He was driving me crazy. His beauty, his talent to deal with the worst situations, his sharp tongue and stubbornness brought me to the dangerous line. The line I had always fixed myself.
Never mix sex and work.
I don't think I followed my mantra very well.
And it started when he began to work for me. I couldn't take my eyes off him, following all his moves, his gestures, the way he was biting his lip when he was thinking, the way he often passed his hand in his silky hair. Bad for me, he was also sexy as hell when he was thinking. One day, at a charity event, I saw him looking sexier than ever. His hair-style, his scent, his perfect butt wrapped in this expensive pants. I tried to prove myself that Matsumoto wasn't getting inside my head by going home with a beautiful blonde-haired guy. Stumbling into his apartment, we'd kissed and undressed quickly but everything felt off. It's not that he wasn't hot and interesting enough, but as I laid him down, it was dark hair I envisioned spread across the pillow. When kissing him, it was full soft lips, not thin ones, that I wanted to feel. And even as I rolled on the condom and moved into him, I knew he was just a faceless body I was using for my own selfish needs.
I tried to keep Jun from my thoughts but was unable to stop the forbidden image of what it would be like to have him under me. Only then did I come hard, quickly rolling off my date and immediately hating myself.
Now, I was even more disgusted with the memory than when it happened, because I'd let him get into my head and stay here.
If I could make it through tonight, things would get easier.
I parked the car and began mentally chanting.
You can do this. You can do this.
"Mom?" I called out, looking into each room I passed.
"Out here, Sho!" I heard her answer.
I opened the door and was greeted with my mother's smile as she put the finishing touches on the outdoor table.
"Sho!" My brother grinned when we entered the kitchen. "Excited about tonight?" I waited until mom left the kitchen to eye him skeptically.
"I guess."
"You're so full of shit. I'm looking forward to watching Tamaki make a play for Jun in front of everyone. Could make for an entertaining evening, don't you think?" Just as I was about to answer, Mai walked in.
"Do you plan to send your mother into a fit by ruining the dinner she has planned? You be nice, Shu. No teasing or joking with Jun. You know he has to be nervous enough about all this. Lord knows he puts up enough crap from this one." She said, gesturing toward me.
"What are you talking about?" I was growing tired of the overeager Jun Matsumoto fan club around here. "I haven't done anything to him."
"Sho." My father stood in the doorway, motioning for me to come with him. I followed him out of the kitchen and into his study. "Please, be on your best behavior tonight. I realize Jun and you don't get along, but this is our home, not your office and I expect you to treat him with respect."
Clenching my jaw, I nodded in agreement, thinking of all the ways I'd disrespected him in the past few weeks.
I lingered down the hall, preparing myself for the night ahead.
We've been good friends with Hiroshi but I hadn't seen him since ages. He hadn't changed much. Taller than me, with short black hair and a slim body. He was attractive, I couldn't deny it.
"Sho!" Handshake, man hug. "God, man, it's been a while! You've changed!"
"A long time, Hiro. How have you been?"
"Great. And you?"
I shrugged. It wasn't as if I was very interested by this conversation.
And I saw him.
His back was facing me...and the air left my lungs.
A leather black pants with a white shirt and boots. His shirt was opened on the top, showing his pale skin that supported a silver necklace. He was also wearing a leather black jacket and some bracelets. His hair looked shorter and I could see several rings on his fingers. This pants was making a wonderful butt. You wanted to touch it, cup it in your hands, bite it and fuck it.
Our eyes met across the room and he smiled with this so beautiful smile of him.
"Hi, Sakurai-san."
My lips twitched in amusement, watching him play the part in front of my family.
"Matsumoto-san." I replied, nodding. Our gaze never broke, even when my mother called everyone for the drinks before dinner. As he passed, I turned my head, speaking in a voice low enough that only he could hear. "Successful shopping trip yesterday?"
His eyes met mine, that same angelic smile on his face. "Wouldn't like to know. Though, the changing room feels bigger when you are alone inside." He brushed by me and I felt my entire body stiffen. Hiroshi leaned in close to him.
"I hope you didn't mind the flowers I sent to your office yesterday. I admit it was a bit much but I've been looking forward to meeting you." I felt a knot tighten in my gut as Hiro's words snapped me out of my dirty daydream.
"Flowers? Did I have flowers delivered?" Matsumoto turned back to look at me.
"I left early, remember?" I shrugged.
And there started the hell. We all sat around the table and I had to listen to Hiroshi's pathetic conversation. He was asking him so boring questions but Matsumoto kept smiling sweetly and answering. Sometimes, his eyes would stop on me to send me a smirk but I ignored it. If he thought he could win at this game, he was pretty wrong. But seeing him flirting with Hiroshi was driving me crazy. Little bitch. I clenched my fists as they continued to speak to each other. But several minutes later, I froze.
Could that be?
I grinned into my cocktail. Yes, that was most definitely his foot creeping up my pant leg. Fucking little bitch, touching me while carrying on a conversation with a man we both knew, could never satisfy him. I watched his lips as they closed around his fork, and my cock hardened as his tongue slowly ran across them to remove the traces of marinade left behind by the fish.
"Wow, top five percent of your class! Nice!" Hiroshi said and then, looked over at me. "Bet you're glad to have someone so amazing working under you, Sho?"
"Yes, it's absolutely amazing having Matsumoto-san under me. He always gets the job done." I smiled, staring at Jun with dark eyes.
"Aw, Sho. That's so sweet of you." My mother gushed and I watched Matsumoto's face begin to redden. My smile vanished when I felt his foot at my crotch. Then, ever slightly, he pressed against my erection. Holy shit! Now, it was my turn to cough.
"Are you all right, Sakurai-san?" He asked in feigned concern and I nodded, glaring at him. With the toe of his shoe, he continued to rub gently against me and I tried to keep control of my breathing. I slid my left hand under the table and met his ankle, watching him jump at the contact. I moved my fingertips in light circles, ran my thumb along the arch of his foot, feeling increasingly smug when he had to ask Hiroshi to repeat himself. My hand came to cover the top of his foot, pressing it more firmly against my cock, covering my mouth to hide a moan of pleasure. He smirked.
"Speaking about dates, Sho." Mai interrupted Hiroshi. "You remember my friend Akira? You met him last month at the house. Blond hair, short, kind smile. Anyway, he asked for your number. You interested?"
I glanced back over to Jun when I felt the tendons of his foot tighten and watched him swallow slowly as he waited for my answer. "Sure. You know I prefer blonds. Might make for a nice change of scenery." I had to restrain from yelling out as Jun's heel dug down and pinned my balls to my chair.
"Excuse me, I need to use the restrooms." He stated and left the table.
"Sho." Dad hissed. "I thought we talked about it."
"I don't know what you mean." I grabbed my glass and brought it to my lips.
"Sho." My mother added. "I think you should go apologize."
"For what?"
"Sho!" My father said sharply, leaving no room for argument.
I tossed my napkin onto my plate and pushed away from the table. I stormed through the house, searching for the bathrooms on the first two floors until finally reaching the third floor where the bathroom was closed. Standing outside, my hand resting on the knob, I debated with myself. If I went in there, what would happen? There was only one thing I was interested in, and it wasn't apologizing. I opened the door and found him sitting on the padded bench in front of the table, staring out at the sky.
"Here to grovel?" He asked.
"I was sent to check up on your delicate petal feelings." I rolled my eyes and reached behind me to turn the lock of the bathroom door, the audible click ringing in the silent room. He laughed, meeting my eyes in the mirror. He looked completely composed but I could see the rise and fall of his chest. He was every bit as worked as I was.
"I assure you, I'm fine." He stood and started to move past me to the door. "I'm used to you being a prick. But Hiroshi-san seems nice. I should get back downstairs."
"I don't think so." My lips lightly grazed under his ear and he shuddered with the contact. "You see, he wants something that is mine and he can't have it."
"What year is it? Two? Let me go. I am not yours!" He glared at me.
"You might think that." I whispered, my lips ghosting along the column of his neck. "But your body..." I said, running my hands on his butt before pressing against his length. "Thinks otherwise."
His eyes closed and he let out a low moan as my fingers moved against his hardening member. "Screw you."
"Let me." I said in his neck. He let out a shaky laugh and I pushed him against the bathroom door. Grabbing each of his hands, I raised them above his head, keeping them captive and kissing his neck. I felt a struggle weakly in my grip and I shook my head, tightening my hold. "Let me." I repeated, pressing my hardened cock against him.
"Oh God." He said as his head tilted to the side, allowing me access to his neck. "We can't do this here."
I ran my lips down and across his collarbone to his shoulder. Shifting both of his wrists into one hand, I reached down and slowly opened his belt before lowering it to discover a white Calvin Klein boxers. God, he had an ass that every gay of the world would dream to fuck. I opened the button of his shirt before lowering the fabric softly, uncovering slowly his white shoulders. I kissed the crook of his neck, licking and sucking his silky skin before closing my mouth on his hard nipples. He moaned and his knees buckled slightly.
"Shhh." I whispered against his skin.
"More." He said.
I lifted him and he wrapped his legs around my waist, bringing our bodies together more firmly. I released his hands and he immediately brought them up to my hair and roughly pulled me closer. Fuck, I loved it when he did that. I pushed him against the door but realized I was still dressed. I wanted to feel the heat of his skin against my own, wanted to bury myself balls deep in him and keep him pinned to the wall until everyone had long since gone to bed. He seemed to read my mind as his fingers moved down my sides and began frantically tugging my polo from my pants, lifting it up and over my head. The sound of laughter outside floated up through the open window and I felt him tense against me.
"We shouldn't do this." He said finally, shaking his head. "He is waiting for me." He halfheartedly tried to push me away but I held my ground.
"Do you actually want him?" I asked, feeling a wave of possessiveness boil up inside me. He held my gaze but didn't answer.
I set him down and pulled him to the dressing table, stopping to stand just behind him. From where we stood, we had a perfect view of the patio bellow. I pulled his bare back against my hard member, slipping it between his cheeks and brought my mouth to his ear. "Do you see him?" I asked, my hands caressing his chest. "Look at him." I skimmed my hands down his abdomen, along his thighs. "Does he make you feel like this?" I moved my hips, stroking his hole softly. A low hiss escaped my mouth as I felt his muscles contracting. "Would he ever make you this wet?" Matsumoto groaned and pressed his hips back into me.
"No..."
"Tell me what you want." I whispered against his shoulder.
"I don't know."
"Look at him." I said, my fingers moving around his shaft. "You know what you want."
"I want to feel you inside me." He didn't need to ask twice. I quickly undid my pants and pushed them down my hips. He was a fucking gorgeous sight: bent at the waist and perfect ass on display. We both moaned as I slipped inside him. More laughter came from outside. Hiroshi was down there. Hiro who was a good guy but wanted to take Jun away from me. The image was enough to make me push into him more forcefully. Speaking softly against his ear, I asked if he wanted to be fucked. If he liked my mouth dirty, if he liked to see me filthy like this, taking him so rough he would bruise. He stuttered out a yes and when I moved faster and harder, he begged for more.
"Do you think he can make you feel this way?" I continued to thrust in and out of him, forcing him to look out the window. I knew I was slipping. My walls were falling around me but I didn't care. I needed him to think of me tonight as he lay in bed. I wanted him to feel me when he closed his eyes and touched himself, remembering the way I'd fucked him.
"No." He moaned. "Never like this."
"Do you feel how perfectly you fit around me?" I groaned into his neck. "You feel so fucking good. When you go downstairs, I want you to remember this. Remember what you do to me."
The sensation was becoming too overwhelming and I knew I was getting close. Taking his hand in mine, I laced our fingers and moved them down his body to his member, both our hands stroking and teasing.
"Do you feel that?" I whispered into his ear. He turned his head and whimpered into the skin of my neck. It wasn't enough and I gently covered his mouth and placed a kiss on his flushed cheek. He let out a muffled cry as his body tensed and then, tightened all around me. My final thrusts were deep and hard as I spilled into him. I opened my eyes, kissing his neck. Slowly, he began to pull away and I frowned at the loss of contact. I watched as he dressed up but caught his boxer before him to put it in my pocket. The room was suddenly too small and we glanced at each other once in an uncomfortable silence. I reached for the knob, wanting to say something, anything, to fix this. How could I ask him to fuck me and only me and not expect anything else to change? Even I knew asking for that was likely to earn me a swift kick to the nuts. But the language for what I felt when I saw him with Hiroshi wasn't crystallizing fast enough. My mind was blank. Frustrated, I opened the door. We both stopped short at the sight before us.
There, standing outside the doorway, arms folded and eyebrow raised knowingly, was Mai.
To be continued...
A/N: Mouahahahah so, Mai found out for them xD Sho is starting to be very jealous and possessive when another man approaches Jun but he doesn't seem ready to be honest and say it clearly. He is so stubborn and is a bit lost about his real feelings. Jun isn't better but as you can see, his shell is cracking dangerously and Sho could hurt him if our diva doesn't protect himself more. So, what will be Mai's reaction? And Sakumoto's explanations? Like I said, what happened here will lead to big changes for the next chapters. They will have to make choices and to be more honest with each other but will it be in a positive way? You'll see~ As always comments are <3
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairings: Sakumoto
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Au, comedy, romance, m-preg and a bit of angst and smut xD
Disclaimer: If I could own them, my life would be perfect xD
Summary: Jun Matsumoto is a beautiful and clever assistant. His career is reaching the top and he will soon become a CEO but the only problem is his boss, Sho Sakurai. As handsome and attractive as a Top model but also a beautiful asshole. How Jun will reach his dream while ignoring his lust for his boss?
A/N: A big kiss for my BabySho for helping me with my baka mistakes <3
Chapter 6:
Sho's pov:
I felt possessive of him. Not in a romantic sort of way, but in a "drag him off by the hair and fuck him" way. Now, I had to think about a plan. Obviously, Hiroshi was interested. How could he not be? He didn't even know him but just heard stories about him from my dear family who seemed to be in love with Matsumoto. He liked him through these stories but didn't really know him. There was no way he could have an actual conversation with him and still find him appealing. Unless he just wanted to fuck him...
The sound of the leather steering wheel straining under my grip told me I'd be better off not thinking about that. He wouldn't have agreed to meet him at my parents' home if all he wanted was sex, would he? And unfortunately for me, Matsumoto was also the best sex I'd ever had. Fuck, he'd better never get that far. I wasn't sure I knew where to hide a body around here.
I still remembered the first moment I saw him. My parents had come to visit me for Christmas while I was living in Paris and one of my gifts had been a digital photo frame. While going through the photos with my mom, I paused the slides how at a picture of my parents standing with a beautiful black-haired man.
"Who is this with you and dad?" I asked. Mom told me his name was Jun Matsumoto and that he worked as an assistant for my dad and was all kinds of wonderful. He was probably only twenty in the photograph but his effortless beauty was arresting. Tall, black short hair, flawless skin and a smile that could make your heart stop in a second. And if you had seen his butt. I think I started to believe in God this day. Just God could create a so perfect ass!
Over the years, his face would pop up in photos that my mom sent to me. Receptions, Christmas parties, parties at the house. So, when the decision was made that I would come home and take over as CEO, my father explained that Jun was getting his business degree, had his scholarship that required real-world experience and that mine would be a perfect job for him to shadow for a year. My family loved and trusted him and the fact my father and brother had absolutely no reservations about his ability to handle the job spoke volumes. I agreed immediately.
Oh wrong I was.
He was driving me crazy. His beauty, his talent to deal with the worst situations, his sharp tongue and stubbornness brought me to the dangerous line. The line I had always fixed myself.
Never mix sex and work.
I don't think I followed my mantra very well.
And it started when he began to work for me. I couldn't take my eyes off him, following all his moves, his gestures, the way he was biting his lip when he was thinking, the way he often passed his hand in his silky hair. Bad for me, he was also sexy as hell when he was thinking. One day, at a charity event, I saw him looking sexier than ever. His hair-style, his scent, his perfect butt wrapped in this expensive pants. I tried to prove myself that Matsumoto wasn't getting inside my head by going home with a beautiful blonde-haired guy. Stumbling into his apartment, we'd kissed and undressed quickly but everything felt off. It's not that he wasn't hot and interesting enough, but as I laid him down, it was dark hair I envisioned spread across the pillow. When kissing him, it was full soft lips, not thin ones, that I wanted to feel. And even as I rolled on the condom and moved into him, I knew he was just a faceless body I was using for my own selfish needs.
I tried to keep Jun from my thoughts but was unable to stop the forbidden image of what it would be like to have him under me. Only then did I come hard, quickly rolling off my date and immediately hating myself.
Now, I was even more disgusted with the memory than when it happened, because I'd let him get into my head and stay here.
If I could make it through tonight, things would get easier.
I parked the car and began mentally chanting.
You can do this. You can do this.
"Mom?" I called out, looking into each room I passed.
"Out here, Sho!" I heard her answer.
I opened the door and was greeted with my mother's smile as she put the finishing touches on the outdoor table.
"Sho!" My brother grinned when we entered the kitchen. "Excited about tonight?" I waited until mom left the kitchen to eye him skeptically.
"I guess."
"You're so full of shit. I'm looking forward to watching Tamaki make a play for Jun in front of everyone. Could make for an entertaining evening, don't you think?" Just as I was about to answer, Mai walked in.
"Do you plan to send your mother into a fit by ruining the dinner she has planned? You be nice, Shu. No teasing or joking with Jun. You know he has to be nervous enough about all this. Lord knows he puts up enough crap from this one." She said, gesturing toward me.
"What are you talking about?" I was growing tired of the overeager Jun Matsumoto fan club around here. "I haven't done anything to him."
"Sho." My father stood in the doorway, motioning for me to come with him. I followed him out of the kitchen and into his study. "Please, be on your best behavior tonight. I realize Jun and you don't get along, but this is our home, not your office and I expect you to treat him with respect."
Clenching my jaw, I nodded in agreement, thinking of all the ways I'd disrespected him in the past few weeks.
I lingered down the hall, preparing myself for the night ahead.
We've been good friends with Hiroshi but I hadn't seen him since ages. He hadn't changed much. Taller than me, with short black hair and a slim body. He was attractive, I couldn't deny it.
"Sho!" Handshake, man hug. "God, man, it's been a while! You've changed!"
"A long time, Hiro. How have you been?"
"Great. And you?"
I shrugged. It wasn't as if I was very interested by this conversation.
And I saw him.
His back was facing me...and the air left my lungs.
A leather black pants with a white shirt and boots. His shirt was opened on the top, showing his pale skin that supported a silver necklace. He was also wearing a leather black jacket and some bracelets. His hair looked shorter and I could see several rings on his fingers. This pants was making a wonderful butt. You wanted to touch it, cup it in your hands, bite it and fuck it.
Our eyes met across the room and he smiled with this so beautiful smile of him.
"Hi, Sakurai-san."
My lips twitched in amusement, watching him play the part in front of my family.
"Matsumoto-san." I replied, nodding. Our gaze never broke, even when my mother called everyone for the drinks before dinner. As he passed, I turned my head, speaking in a voice low enough that only he could hear. "Successful shopping trip yesterday?"
His eyes met mine, that same angelic smile on his face. "Wouldn't like to know. Though, the changing room feels bigger when you are alone inside." He brushed by me and I felt my entire body stiffen. Hiroshi leaned in close to him.
"I hope you didn't mind the flowers I sent to your office yesterday. I admit it was a bit much but I've been looking forward to meeting you." I felt a knot tighten in my gut as Hiro's words snapped me out of my dirty daydream.
"Flowers? Did I have flowers delivered?" Matsumoto turned back to look at me.
"I left early, remember?" I shrugged.
And there started the hell. We all sat around the table and I had to listen to Hiroshi's pathetic conversation. He was asking him so boring questions but Matsumoto kept smiling sweetly and answering. Sometimes, his eyes would stop on me to send me a smirk but I ignored it. If he thought he could win at this game, he was pretty wrong. But seeing him flirting with Hiroshi was driving me crazy. Little bitch. I clenched my fists as they continued to speak to each other. But several minutes later, I froze.
Could that be?
I grinned into my cocktail. Yes, that was most definitely his foot creeping up my pant leg. Fucking little bitch, touching me while carrying on a conversation with a man we both knew, could never satisfy him. I watched his lips as they closed around his fork, and my cock hardened as his tongue slowly ran across them to remove the traces of marinade left behind by the fish.
"Wow, top five percent of your class! Nice!" Hiroshi said and then, looked over at me. "Bet you're glad to have someone so amazing working under you, Sho?"
"Yes, it's absolutely amazing having Matsumoto-san under me. He always gets the job done." I smiled, staring at Jun with dark eyes.
"Aw, Sho. That's so sweet of you." My mother gushed and I watched Matsumoto's face begin to redden. My smile vanished when I felt his foot at my crotch. Then, ever slightly, he pressed against my erection. Holy shit! Now, it was my turn to cough.
"Are you all right, Sakurai-san?" He asked in feigned concern and I nodded, glaring at him. With the toe of his shoe, he continued to rub gently against me and I tried to keep control of my breathing. I slid my left hand under the table and met his ankle, watching him jump at the contact. I moved my fingertips in light circles, ran my thumb along the arch of his foot, feeling increasingly smug when he had to ask Hiroshi to repeat himself. My hand came to cover the top of his foot, pressing it more firmly against my cock, covering my mouth to hide a moan of pleasure. He smirked.
"Speaking about dates, Sho." Mai interrupted Hiroshi. "You remember my friend Akira? You met him last month at the house. Blond hair, short, kind smile. Anyway, he asked for your number. You interested?"
I glanced back over to Jun when I felt the tendons of his foot tighten and watched him swallow slowly as he waited for my answer. "Sure. You know I prefer blonds. Might make for a nice change of scenery." I had to restrain from yelling out as Jun's heel dug down and pinned my balls to my chair.
"Excuse me, I need to use the restrooms." He stated and left the table.
"Sho." Dad hissed. "I thought we talked about it."
"I don't know what you mean." I grabbed my glass and brought it to my lips.
"Sho." My mother added. "I think you should go apologize."
"For what?"
"Sho!" My father said sharply, leaving no room for argument.
I tossed my napkin onto my plate and pushed away from the table. I stormed through the house, searching for the bathrooms on the first two floors until finally reaching the third floor where the bathroom was closed. Standing outside, my hand resting on the knob, I debated with myself. If I went in there, what would happen? There was only one thing I was interested in, and it wasn't apologizing. I opened the door and found him sitting on the padded bench in front of the table, staring out at the sky.
"Here to grovel?" He asked.
"I was sent to check up on your delicate petal feelings." I rolled my eyes and reached behind me to turn the lock of the bathroom door, the audible click ringing in the silent room. He laughed, meeting my eyes in the mirror. He looked completely composed but I could see the rise and fall of his chest. He was every bit as worked as I was.
"I assure you, I'm fine." He stood and started to move past me to the door. "I'm used to you being a prick. But Hiroshi-san seems nice. I should get back downstairs."
"I don't think so." My lips lightly grazed under his ear and he shuddered with the contact. "You see, he wants something that is mine and he can't have it."
"What year is it? Two? Let me go. I am not yours!" He glared at me.
"You might think that." I whispered, my lips ghosting along the column of his neck. "But your body..." I said, running my hands on his butt before pressing against his length. "Thinks otherwise."
His eyes closed and he let out a low moan as my fingers moved against his hardening member. "Screw you."
"Let me." I said in his neck. He let out a shaky laugh and I pushed him against the bathroom door. Grabbing each of his hands, I raised them above his head, keeping them captive and kissing his neck. I felt a struggle weakly in my grip and I shook my head, tightening my hold. "Let me." I repeated, pressing my hardened cock against him.
"Oh God." He said as his head tilted to the side, allowing me access to his neck. "We can't do this here."
I ran my lips down and across his collarbone to his shoulder. Shifting both of his wrists into one hand, I reached down and slowly opened his belt before lowering it to discover a white Calvin Klein boxers. God, he had an ass that every gay of the world would dream to fuck. I opened the button of his shirt before lowering the fabric softly, uncovering slowly his white shoulders. I kissed the crook of his neck, licking and sucking his silky skin before closing my mouth on his hard nipples. He moaned and his knees buckled slightly.
"Shhh." I whispered against his skin.
"More." He said.
I lifted him and he wrapped his legs around my waist, bringing our bodies together more firmly. I released his hands and he immediately brought them up to my hair and roughly pulled me closer. Fuck, I loved it when he did that. I pushed him against the door but realized I was still dressed. I wanted to feel the heat of his skin against my own, wanted to bury myself balls deep in him and keep him pinned to the wall until everyone had long since gone to bed. He seemed to read my mind as his fingers moved down my sides and began frantically tugging my polo from my pants, lifting it up and over my head. The sound of laughter outside floated up through the open window and I felt him tense against me.
"We shouldn't do this." He said finally, shaking his head. "He is waiting for me." He halfheartedly tried to push me away but I held my ground.
"Do you actually want him?" I asked, feeling a wave of possessiveness boil up inside me. He held my gaze but didn't answer.
I set him down and pulled him to the dressing table, stopping to stand just behind him. From where we stood, we had a perfect view of the patio bellow. I pulled his bare back against my hard member, slipping it between his cheeks and brought my mouth to his ear. "Do you see him?" I asked, my hands caressing his chest. "Look at him." I skimmed my hands down his abdomen, along his thighs. "Does he make you feel like this?" I moved my hips, stroking his hole softly. A low hiss escaped my mouth as I felt his muscles contracting. "Would he ever make you this wet?" Matsumoto groaned and pressed his hips back into me.
"No..."
"Tell me what you want." I whispered against his shoulder.
"I don't know."
"Look at him." I said, my fingers moving around his shaft. "You know what you want."
"I want to feel you inside me." He didn't need to ask twice. I quickly undid my pants and pushed them down my hips. He was a fucking gorgeous sight: bent at the waist and perfect ass on display. We both moaned as I slipped inside him. More laughter came from outside. Hiroshi was down there. Hiro who was a good guy but wanted to take Jun away from me. The image was enough to make me push into him more forcefully. Speaking softly against his ear, I asked if he wanted to be fucked. If he liked my mouth dirty, if he liked to see me filthy like this, taking him so rough he would bruise. He stuttered out a yes and when I moved faster and harder, he begged for more.
"Do you think he can make you feel this way?" I continued to thrust in and out of him, forcing him to look out the window. I knew I was slipping. My walls were falling around me but I didn't care. I needed him to think of me tonight as he lay in bed. I wanted him to feel me when he closed his eyes and touched himself, remembering the way I'd fucked him.
"No." He moaned. "Never like this."
"Do you feel how perfectly you fit around me?" I groaned into his neck. "You feel so fucking good. When you go downstairs, I want you to remember this. Remember what you do to me."
The sensation was becoming too overwhelming and I knew I was getting close. Taking his hand in mine, I laced our fingers and moved them down his body to his member, both our hands stroking and teasing.
"Do you feel that?" I whispered into his ear. He turned his head and whimpered into the skin of my neck. It wasn't enough and I gently covered his mouth and placed a kiss on his flushed cheek. He let out a muffled cry as his body tensed and then, tightened all around me. My final thrusts were deep and hard as I spilled into him. I opened my eyes, kissing his neck. Slowly, he began to pull away and I frowned at the loss of contact. I watched as he dressed up but caught his boxer before him to put it in my pocket. The room was suddenly too small and we glanced at each other once in an uncomfortable silence. I reached for the knob, wanting to say something, anything, to fix this. How could I ask him to fuck me and only me and not expect anything else to change? Even I knew asking for that was likely to earn me a swift kick to the nuts. But the language for what I felt when I saw him with Hiroshi wasn't crystallizing fast enough. My mind was blank. Frustrated, I opened the door. We both stopped short at the sight before us.
There, standing outside the doorway, arms folded and eyebrow raised knowingly, was Mai.
To be continued...
A/N: Mouahahahah so, Mai found out for them xD Sho is starting to be very jealous and possessive when another man approaches Jun but he doesn't seem ready to be honest and say it clearly. He is so stubborn and is a bit lost about his real feelings. Jun isn't better but as you can see, his shell is cracking dangerously and Sho could hurt him if our diva doesn't protect himself more. So, what will be Mai's reaction? And Sakumoto's explanations? Like I said, what happened here will lead to big changes for the next chapters. They will have to make choices and to be more honest with each other but will it be in a positive way? You'll see~ As always comments are <3