[Sakuraiba] Close
TITLE: Close
PAIRING: Sakurai Sho/Aiba Masaki
RATING: PG-13ish (hinted smut)
LENGTH 227 words
DISCLAIMER: I own not Arashi and never will.
SUMMARY: It wasn't like they weren't used to being at such a close distance to each other, but at this certain instance, Aiba found himself a bit uncomfortable.
x-posted at arashirabu
Happy reading! :)
Prompted by this image.
It wasn't like they weren't used to being at such a close distance to each other. They've bathed with each other countless times in tight places, bathtubs and even showers where at times even Nino would suddenly butt in.
But at this certain instance, Aiba Masaki could feel his blood rush to his cheeks as a certain slopey shouldered member pulled himself closer to fit further into the telephone booth.
It was hard to resist. The urge to connect his lips with those plump ones that he could only imagine to whisper sweet nothings in his ear. He could have taken those lips right then and there, then hope to have those lips open up and slip in a response between his own two lips, have their tongues wrestle with each other in a fight for dominance until none of them can no longer hold back.
To add to that, the arm the rapper had over his back, on the areas which gradually grew warm and sensitive, could only make Aiba think about how warm hands would slide along his bare back until a hard, fine chest contours the curve of his back, and a warm breathe ghosts against his ear, asking him to calm down, assuring what's about to happen will be okay.
Aiba could only hold back a whimper.
Damned that Sakurai Sho. Aiba Masaki swore he'll get a taste of him someday soon.
= = = = =
AFTERNOTES: My first fanfic in the Arashi fandom. :O Sakuraiba is just so cute and cuddly I ended up writing for my own request. Hahaha. xD Hope you enjoyed it. ♥
PAIRING: Sakurai Sho/Aiba Masaki
RATING: PG-13ish (hinted smut)
LENGTH 227 words
DISCLAIMER: I own not Arashi and never will.
SUMMARY: It wasn't like they weren't used to being at such a close distance to each other, but at this certain instance, Aiba found himself a bit uncomfortable.
x-posted at arashirabu
Happy reading! :)
Prompted by this image.
It wasn't like they weren't used to being at such a close distance to each other. They've bathed with each other countless times in tight places, bathtubs and even showers where at times even Nino would suddenly butt in.
But at this certain instance, Aiba Masaki could feel his blood rush to his cheeks as a certain slopey shouldered member pulled himself closer to fit further into the telephone booth.
It was hard to resist. The urge to connect his lips with those plump ones that he could only imagine to whisper sweet nothings in his ear. He could have taken those lips right then and there, then hope to have those lips open up and slip in a response between his own two lips, have their tongues wrestle with each other in a fight for dominance until none of them can no longer hold back.
To add to that, the arm the rapper had over his back, on the areas which gradually grew warm and sensitive, could only make Aiba think about how warm hands would slide along his bare back until a hard, fine chest contours the curve of his back, and a warm breathe ghosts against his ear, asking him to calm down, assuring what's about to happen will be okay.
Aiba could only hold back a whimper.
Damned that Sakurai Sho. Aiba Masaki swore he'll get a taste of him someday soon.
= = = = =
AFTERNOTES: My first fanfic in the Arashi fandom. :O Sakuraiba is just so cute and cuddly I ended up writing for my own request. Hahaha. xD Hope you enjoyed it. ♥