[Sakuraiba] Sofa
TITLE: Sofa
PAIRING: Sakurai Sho/Aiba Masaki
RATING: PG-13 (very fluffy fluff + kiss)
LENGTH: 906 words
DISCLAIMER: I own not Arashi and never will.
SUMMARY: Times shared with Shochan are always well-spent. That's what Aiba felt.
Happy reading! ♥
Times shared with Shochan are always well-spent. That's what Aiba felt.
There are times they'd shop together. One time they bought the same kind of underwear and even wore it to an episode of 'Mago Mago Arashi' at the same time. Another time they bought the same kind of bag, which paparazzi conveniently took pictures of for fans' pleasure. Other times they would just look through the glass barriers between the shops and them, and see nothing worth enough interest to buy. But they were satisfied just walking side by side, at times linking pinkies when no one seemed to look, or no one seemed to mind. Shopping together--yes, definitely well-spent.
There are times they'd take baths together. Sometimes, they'd shower. Sometimes, they'd sink into the bath. The warm water always made both parties feel good and relaxed. Only sometimes do they end up spent and tired when the heat gets to Aiba, turning relaxing hot baths to hot make-out sessions. Sho's too shy sometimes, Aiba noted, because even though he rejects at first, he would immediately whimper in more need than want once Aiba has caught him by mouth, hand or other parts. All bath times--make-out session or not--yes, definitely well-spent.
And then, there are simple times like tonight when they'd just sit on the sofa together after a long day of filming. Work need not occupy their minds 'til the morning after. They could afford to pay attention to menial things, like the softness of the cushion, the loud details in Aiba's manga, or the tiny texts of Sho's newspaper.
The TV noisily buzzed in the air, none of the two actually bothering to acknowledge the colorful figures on screen. Aiba kept shuffling in position, not quite finding the right position for his manga reading. But in truth, he was distracted by the strong legs that intertwined with his. He'd noticed around 10 minutes earlier Sho wasn't really giving him much space to make himself comfortable in. He couldn't get his legs out of the hold of the other. Sho's legs moved with every moment his own made. A shift to the left made the other pair of legs shift to the left. A shift to the right made the other pair of legs do the same. And though pajamas skid against pajamas, Aiba could very much feel the Sho's heat against his skin.
Aiba looked to the caster--oh, still very much absorbed in his evening news. Then what's with this taunting? A bit frustrated--because for one, he didn't have the heart to complain a 'Shochan!' right now since the man was so busy, and another, he really just wanted to cuddle with Sho for the past 30 minutes he'd been reading the paper--Aiba tried to force his legs out of the bushy ones. He tried and tried to squirm out, whimpering in difficulty in the process, but to no avail. Once he was finally about to mouth an annoyed 'Shochan!', his feet were suddenly pulled completely to Sho's end of the sofa and a huge mass quickly hovered above him, pinning him down the entire sofa.
Aiba pounded on the hard chest above him, complaining through a giggle, "Mou, Sho-chan! What's up with you?"
A low, though still chipmunk-y chuckle came through the older man's lips as he caught Aiba's hands with one swoop. He wasn't such a failure at times. "Just teasing you," Another chuckle. "You're so cute whimpering, you know."
With a pouting Aiba underneath him, Sho lowered himself to plant a kiss on Aiba's forehead as an apology, only for Aiba to quickly respond and move himself up so he could catch Sho's lips with his own.
A peck.
Sho was taken aback, surprised, an almost inaudible gasp escaping his lips. Sho stared into Aiba's eyes, stared as lovingly as Aiba stared into his, making everything else not matter. They closed in for another peck. Followed by another. Then another. Then gradually Sho's hand found its way to slide up and down the arc of Aiba's back, making the younger man moan to give entrance to Sho's tongue. They explored each other's mouths, tongues wrestling against each other, memorizing every tooth, every corner, every part of each other's mouths like they had never before. They would forget to breathe, and part only when the lack of oxygen was too much to bear.
"The score's tied, then." Aiba heaved, wiping his mouth dry with a sleeved arm as he gently pushed the spent Sho to his original side of the sofa.
"How was that a tease?" Sho asked, much confused as his sloping shoulders moved up and down to his uneven breathing.
"That's all you're getting tonight." Aiba headed to the direction of the bedroom with a snicker and a 'Haha! I'm the best!'
"Eh," Sho jaw-dropped, wide-eyed, weakly following the younger man whom he had thought to have successfully seduced just seconds earlier. "B-but--Masaki~"
Then the two spent the next few minutes chasing and teasing each other, giggles and chuckles filling their apartment, until they had no energy left except for a sweet, good night kiss before snoozing off to bed, wrapped in each other's warmth.
Sho didn't mind they couldn't do anything else that night. Aiba didn't mind he wasn't able to cuddle with Sho at all.
Because every single moment they shared together was very dangerously, maximumai-ly, definitely well-spent.
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AFTERNOTES: This idea occurred to me at 2 o'clock in the morning the other day and I just finished it around an hour ago. XD I hope it was fluffy enough and an enjoyable read. I've been working on this really, really long Sakuraiba angst fic for the past two weeks, so I'm glad I got off the heavy stuff and go to write a fluffy one for a break. xD As for the angst fic, I think I'm posting it FINALLY tomorrow. Do look forward to that. ♥ XD
Also, since my fics are unbeta-d, well, I hope they're suitable enough to your liking. I don't really have a beta. ;o; So really, go ahead and give feedback. AHAHAHA. XDDDD
Thank you for your time. ♥
PAIRING: Sakurai Sho/Aiba Masaki
RATING: PG-13 (very fluffy fluff + kiss)
LENGTH: 906 words
DISCLAIMER: I own not Arashi and never will.
SUMMARY: Times shared with Shochan are always well-spent. That's what Aiba felt.
Happy reading! ♥
Times shared with Shochan are always well-spent. That's what Aiba felt.
There are times they'd shop together. One time they bought the same kind of underwear and even wore it to an episode of 'Mago Mago Arashi' at the same time. Another time they bought the same kind of bag, which paparazzi conveniently took pictures of for fans' pleasure. Other times they would just look through the glass barriers between the shops and them, and see nothing worth enough interest to buy. But they were satisfied just walking side by side, at times linking pinkies when no one seemed to look, or no one seemed to mind. Shopping together--yes, definitely well-spent.
There are times they'd take baths together. Sometimes, they'd shower. Sometimes, they'd sink into the bath. The warm water always made both parties feel good and relaxed. Only sometimes do they end up spent and tired when the heat gets to Aiba, turning relaxing hot baths to hot make-out sessions. Sho's too shy sometimes, Aiba noted, because even though he rejects at first, he would immediately whimper in more need than want once Aiba has caught him by mouth, hand or other parts. All bath times--make-out session or not--yes, definitely well-spent.
And then, there are simple times like tonight when they'd just sit on the sofa together after a long day of filming. Work need not occupy their minds 'til the morning after. They could afford to pay attention to menial things, like the softness of the cushion, the loud details in Aiba's manga, or the tiny texts of Sho's newspaper.
The TV noisily buzzed in the air, none of the two actually bothering to acknowledge the colorful figures on screen. Aiba kept shuffling in position, not quite finding the right position for his manga reading. But in truth, he was distracted by the strong legs that intertwined with his. He'd noticed around 10 minutes earlier Sho wasn't really giving him much space to make himself comfortable in. He couldn't get his legs out of the hold of the other. Sho's legs moved with every moment his own made. A shift to the left made the other pair of legs shift to the left. A shift to the right made the other pair of legs do the same. And though pajamas skid against pajamas, Aiba could very much feel the Sho's heat against his skin.
Aiba looked to the caster--oh, still very much absorbed in his evening news. Then what's with this taunting? A bit frustrated--because for one, he didn't have the heart to complain a 'Shochan!' right now since the man was so busy, and another, he really just wanted to cuddle with Sho for the past 30 minutes he'd been reading the paper--Aiba tried to force his legs out of the bushy ones. He tried and tried to squirm out, whimpering in difficulty in the process, but to no avail. Once he was finally about to mouth an annoyed 'Shochan!', his feet were suddenly pulled completely to Sho's end of the sofa and a huge mass quickly hovered above him, pinning him down the entire sofa.
Aiba pounded on the hard chest above him, complaining through a giggle, "Mou, Sho-chan! What's up with you?"
A low, though still chipmunk-y chuckle came through the older man's lips as he caught Aiba's hands with one swoop. He wasn't such a failure at times. "Just teasing you," Another chuckle. "You're so cute whimpering, you know."
With a pouting Aiba underneath him, Sho lowered himself to plant a kiss on Aiba's forehead as an apology, only for Aiba to quickly respond and move himself up so he could catch Sho's lips with his own.
A peck.
Sho was taken aback, surprised, an almost inaudible gasp escaping his lips. Sho stared into Aiba's eyes, stared as lovingly as Aiba stared into his, making everything else not matter. They closed in for another peck. Followed by another. Then another. Then gradually Sho's hand found its way to slide up and down the arc of Aiba's back, making the younger man moan to give entrance to Sho's tongue. They explored each other's mouths, tongues wrestling against each other, memorizing every tooth, every corner, every part of each other's mouths like they had never before. They would forget to breathe, and part only when the lack of oxygen was too much to bear.
"The score's tied, then." Aiba heaved, wiping his mouth dry with a sleeved arm as he gently pushed the spent Sho to his original side of the sofa.
"How was that a tease?" Sho asked, much confused as his sloping shoulders moved up and down to his uneven breathing.
"That's all you're getting tonight." Aiba headed to the direction of the bedroom with a snicker and a 'Haha! I'm the best!'
"Eh," Sho jaw-dropped, wide-eyed, weakly following the younger man whom he had thought to have successfully seduced just seconds earlier. "B-but--Masaki~"
Then the two spent the next few minutes chasing and teasing each other, giggles and chuckles filling their apartment, until they had no energy left except for a sweet, good night kiss before snoozing off to bed, wrapped in each other's warmth.
Sho didn't mind they couldn't do anything else that night. Aiba didn't mind he wasn't able to cuddle with Sho at all.
Because every single moment they shared together was very dangerously, maximumai-ly, definitely well-spent.
= = = = =
AFTERNOTES: This idea occurred to me at 2 o'clock in the morning the other day and I just finished it around an hour ago. XD I hope it was fluffy enough and an enjoyable read. I've been working on this really, really long Sakuraiba angst fic for the past two weeks, so I'm glad I got off the heavy stuff and go to write a fluffy one for a break. xD As for the angst fic, I think I'm posting it FINALLY tomorrow. Do look forward to that. ♥ XD
Also, since my fics are unbeta-d, well, I hope they're suitable enough to your liking. I don't really have a beta. ;o; So really, go ahead and give feedback. AHAHAHA. XDDDD
Thank you for your time. ♥