{004} Gathering a little warmth
Title: Gathering a little warmth
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Sakurai Sho/Ninomiya Kazunari, smut
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1700
Notes: My second fic for je_summer, for the prompt: "Who I want: JirouxShiro (ShoxNino from the My Girl PV settings) What I want: Shiro(Nino) climbs into Jirou(Sho)'s bed one night and kisses him. Jirou is hesitant at first, but things escalate as Shiro gets persistant."
Warnings: Incest, obvs
Jiro woke with a start as he felt someone climbing into his bed and promptly clinging to his back. He half-turned to see who it was. Shiro. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as he looked down at his younger brother. “Cold,” Shiro muttered, burrowing his face into Jiro’s neck. Jiro lay back down, pulling the covers over their bodies. Middle of the night snuggling wasn’t uncommon for Shiro. Though he put up the image of being completely self-sufficient during the day, Jiro knew that he got lonely at night, hence the snuggling under the pretense of being cold. Each of the brothers got their share of nighttime snuggles with Shiro. Jiro attributed the fact that Shiro turned to him more often because their bedrooms were the closest together.
It took a few minutes to realize that this wasn’t the usual snuggling. Shiro was a little too close, clinging to Jiro’s back a little too hard. He was about to turn around again, to ask what was wrong when he felt Shiro’s lips against the back of his neck. He froze, telling himself that it wasn’t what he thought it was, then it happened again and again. “Shiro,” he whispered, finally turning around.
There was something unreadable in Shiro’s eyes. That something stopped Jiro from turning around again, from moving away. “J-Jiro… I-” Shiro cut himself off as he swooped in for a kiss, soft and tentative, with a hint of neediness.
Jiro’s eyes went wide in surprise. He wanted to give in, but - “Shiro. We can’t,” he whispered, pulling away slightly. Every fiber of his being screamed that this was wrong. But there was the part of him that wanted to give in. As if he sensed that hesitation, Shiro pounced on him. He wrapped an arm around Jiro’s neck, fingers diving into the sleep-tousled hair, and leaned in for another kiss. Jiro gasped in surprise, and Shiro took the opportunity to plunge his tongue in the warm heat of Jiro’s mouth. Shiro moaned into the kiss and Jiro felt himself react, strongly. He couldn’t not return the kiss, lips moving slowly together, filled with neediness, loneliness, and something else he couldn’t identify.
Pulling out of the kiss, Jiro turned to face his brother completely. He felt as if he needed to say something, anything, but what was there to say? “Shiro…” he began again, brow creased with confusion.
“You worry too much, nii-chan,” Shiro whispered, playing with Jiro’s hair. His other hand trailed up Jiro’s side to wrap around his neck. He used the leverage to pull Jiro into another kiss. “Tell me - you don’t want this - and I’ll stop,” Shiro whispered between kisses.
Jiro couldn’t say no. His brain told him it was wrong, very wrong, but then why did it feel so right? He hungrily returned the kiss and wrapped an arm around his brother’s waist, pulling him even closer. They kissed in silence for a few moments, reveling in their new closeness. They had always been closer than the other brothers, maybe Jiro shouldn’t be surprised that it turned to this.
Shiro’s hands began to wander along Jiro’s torso. He suddenly pulled away to tug the t-shirt over Jiro’s head. Jiro looked into Shiro’s face, silently asking if this was okay. Kissing was one thing, but this, this was different. They’d seen each other naked before, to be sure, but not like this. Shiro nodded once, then renewed their kiss. His hands wandered over Jiro’s naked torso as if memorizing the dips and bumps.
Jiro leaned into the kiss, turning to rest half on top of Shiro, their legs tangled together. His fingers trailed along Shiro’s sides, dipping underneath the ragged t-shirt he always wore to bed. His skin was softer than Jiro expected. He felt like he could explore it forever, touching, kissing. Shiro broke the kiss and leaned forward to pull off his t-shirt, giving Jiro a moment to take in his appearance: the tousled hair, kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks, eyes dark with desire. It was a heady sight. Jiro hungrily attacked Shiro’s neck, peppering his jawline with little nips and kisses. Fingers never stopping their exploration of his torso, he licked the line of Shiro’s neck, pausing to gently suck his collarbone. He continued his trail down Shiro’s chest, pausing to swirl his tongue around a nipple. Shiro gasped loudly, arching into his touch. Jiro grinned into his skin, then shifted to continue working his way down and felt Shiro’s hard cock against his hip through the thin fabric of their boxers.
Shiro suppressed a low moan at the sudden contact, then used the fingers in his hair to pull Jiro back up. He mashed their lips together, this one more desperate and heated than the previous kisses. His fingers trailed down Jiro’s sides, teasing touches and tickles until he dipped beneath the waistband of Jiro’s plaid boxers. He smoothed the velvety flesh hidden from view. Jiro jerked and gasped as Shiro’s thumb accidentally brushed along his half-hard cock. Realizing that he wanted to be naked about five minutes ago, Jiro reached down to help Shiro pull off those pesky boxers. Shiro grinned wickedly then rolled, coming to rest on top of Jiro. Wrapping an arm around Shiro’s neck, Jiro pulled his brother down for another kiss. Now that they’d crossed that line, he couldn’t seem to get enough. His free hand played with the waistband of Shiro’s boxers, tugging on them lightly. He grinned into the kiss as Shiro got the hint, pulling them off and tossing them across the room.
He tangled their legs together, trapping Shiro on top of him as they continued to kiss. Their hands never stopped moving. Shiro played with Jiro’s hair, reveling in the softness, while Jiro explored Shiro’s naked back. Shiro moved his attention to Jiro’s neck, feathering the soft skin there with nips and kisses, but Jiro wanted more. He arched up into Shiro, searching for more delicious friction, but Shiro was just out of reach. Shiro grinned wickedly into Jiro’s neck, pleased with the new form of torture he’d discovered.
But Jiro wasn’t having much more of it. The first chance he got, he wrapped his arms around Shiro’s shoulders and flipped them again. He smiled down on Shiro and knew what he needed to do. He leaned over to grab supplies from the nightstand, then paused. “Is this… okay?” he asked, brow creasing with worry. Maybe this wasn’t what Shiro intended.
“I want this,” Shiro whispered, pulling Jiro back down. “I want you.” He kissed Jiro again, soft and sweet and exactly what Jiro needed to be reassured that this was okay.
Jiro pulled out of the kiss with a smile, leaving Shiro with another soft kiss before he reclaimed the bottle of lube. Jiro leaned down to recapture Shiro’s lips as his free hand traced patterns into Shiro’s skin, something he hoped would distract his brother from the pain of preparation. He gingerly inserted one finger, carefully watching Shiro’s face, looking for any sign that he changed his mind. Shiro’s face twisted in pleasure-pain, but there was something else there, desire.
He let his eyes slide closed as he continued the kiss and gently worked the tight ring of muscles open. His other hand came around to tease Shiro’s cock. He spread the pre-come at the top and slid his hand back down, smiling as Shiro moaned into their kiss. He pumped Shiro’s cock in time with the fingers in his entrance. He slowly added a second and a third, working him open bit by bit.
Shiro pulled out of the kiss with a gasp. “Nii-chan, please,” he whined into Jiro’s mouth. Shiro grabbed a condom and tore it open. He slid it onto Jiro’s hard cock with trembling hands. Jiro resisted the urge to thrust into his brother’s hands. Pulling Shiro’s hands away, he coated his erection with a generous amount of lube, then positioned himself at Shiro’s entrance. At Shiro’s nod, he pushed in slowly. His hand returned to Shiro’s cock, pumping slowly as he let the other get used to his presence. He leaned back down to capture Shiro’s lips and immediately felt the other relax.
With a low moan, Jiro began his slow thrusting. He wanted more, now, but more than that, he wanted to take things slow. His left hand dove into Shiro’s hair, while the right guided one of Shiro’s legs around his waist, then returned to slowly pumping Jiro’s cock. He drank in every one of Shiro’s gasps and moans, loving the reaction when twisted his fingers at the end of each pull. Wanting more, he began to thrust harder, faster, diving for the spot that would drive Shiro crazy.
“Nii-chan,” Shiro moaned again, wrapping his other leg around Jiro’s waist, pulling him deeper inch by inch. Jiro echoed the moan, careful not to be too loud; one brother was sleeping in the room next door, while two more were just across the hallway. He trembled as Shiro’s fingers raked across his back, scraping against his sensitive skin. All of the delicious sensations were flooding into the center of his body, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Shiro threw his head back into the pillow. From the look in his eyes, he was close, too.
Jiro’s hand sped up, adding more twists to the pattern and driving Shiro to squirm beneath him. His thrusts sped up a beat behind. Shiro tensed, groaning Jiro’s name as he came. Jiro stroked him through his orgasm, placing a soft kiss on his brother’s forehead. A few more thrusts and Jiro lost it. Driving deep, Jiro shuddered as he came with a low groan. Endorphins racing through his body, he collapsed on the bed next to Shiro.
Arms still wrapped around each other, they lay in the quiet room and tried to get their breathing under control. Pulling a few tissues from the nightstand, Jiro cleaned them up, tenderly wiping their sensitive skin. He tossed the tissues and used condom into the trash. Turning back around, he found that Shiro fell asleep, a soft smile on his face. Jiro happily wrapped his arms around Shiro’s torso, pulling him close and nuzzling his face into the back of Shiro’s neck. He knew this would change things, but how? He didn’t know. It was something better left to the morning, because right now, he was happy. “I love you,” he whispered into his brother’s back and let sleep overtake him.
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Sakurai Sho/Ninomiya Kazunari, smut
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1700
Notes: My second fic for je_summer, for the prompt: "Who I want: JirouxShiro (ShoxNino from the My Girl PV settings) What I want: Shiro(Nino) climbs into Jirou(Sho)'s bed one night and kisses him. Jirou is hesitant at first, but things escalate as Shiro gets persistant."
Warnings: Incest, obvs
Jiro woke with a start as he felt someone climbing into his bed and promptly clinging to his back. He half-turned to see who it was. Shiro. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as he looked down at his younger brother. “Cold,” Shiro muttered, burrowing his face into Jiro’s neck. Jiro lay back down, pulling the covers over their bodies. Middle of the night snuggling wasn’t uncommon for Shiro. Though he put up the image of being completely self-sufficient during the day, Jiro knew that he got lonely at night, hence the snuggling under the pretense of being cold. Each of the brothers got their share of nighttime snuggles with Shiro. Jiro attributed the fact that Shiro turned to him more often because their bedrooms were the closest together.
It took a few minutes to realize that this wasn’t the usual snuggling. Shiro was a little too close, clinging to Jiro’s back a little too hard. He was about to turn around again, to ask what was wrong when he felt Shiro’s lips against the back of his neck. He froze, telling himself that it wasn’t what he thought it was, then it happened again and again. “Shiro,” he whispered, finally turning around.
There was something unreadable in Shiro’s eyes. That something stopped Jiro from turning around again, from moving away. “J-Jiro… I-” Shiro cut himself off as he swooped in for a kiss, soft and tentative, with a hint of neediness.
Jiro’s eyes went wide in surprise. He wanted to give in, but - “Shiro. We can’t,” he whispered, pulling away slightly. Every fiber of his being screamed that this was wrong. But there was the part of him that wanted to give in. As if he sensed that hesitation, Shiro pounced on him. He wrapped an arm around Jiro’s neck, fingers diving into the sleep-tousled hair, and leaned in for another kiss. Jiro gasped in surprise, and Shiro took the opportunity to plunge his tongue in the warm heat of Jiro’s mouth. Shiro moaned into the kiss and Jiro felt himself react, strongly. He couldn’t not return the kiss, lips moving slowly together, filled with neediness, loneliness, and something else he couldn’t identify.
Pulling out of the kiss, Jiro turned to face his brother completely. He felt as if he needed to say something, anything, but what was there to say? “Shiro…” he began again, brow creased with confusion.
“You worry too much, nii-chan,” Shiro whispered, playing with Jiro’s hair. His other hand trailed up Jiro’s side to wrap around his neck. He used the leverage to pull Jiro into another kiss. “Tell me - you don’t want this - and I’ll stop,” Shiro whispered between kisses.
Jiro couldn’t say no. His brain told him it was wrong, very wrong, but then why did it feel so right? He hungrily returned the kiss and wrapped an arm around his brother’s waist, pulling him even closer. They kissed in silence for a few moments, reveling in their new closeness. They had always been closer than the other brothers, maybe Jiro shouldn’t be surprised that it turned to this.
Shiro’s hands began to wander along Jiro’s torso. He suddenly pulled away to tug the t-shirt over Jiro’s head. Jiro looked into Shiro’s face, silently asking if this was okay. Kissing was one thing, but this, this was different. They’d seen each other naked before, to be sure, but not like this. Shiro nodded once, then renewed their kiss. His hands wandered over Jiro’s naked torso as if memorizing the dips and bumps.
Jiro leaned into the kiss, turning to rest half on top of Shiro, their legs tangled together. His fingers trailed along Shiro’s sides, dipping underneath the ragged t-shirt he always wore to bed. His skin was softer than Jiro expected. He felt like he could explore it forever, touching, kissing. Shiro broke the kiss and leaned forward to pull off his t-shirt, giving Jiro a moment to take in his appearance: the tousled hair, kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks, eyes dark with desire. It was a heady sight. Jiro hungrily attacked Shiro’s neck, peppering his jawline with little nips and kisses. Fingers never stopping their exploration of his torso, he licked the line of Shiro’s neck, pausing to gently suck his collarbone. He continued his trail down Shiro’s chest, pausing to swirl his tongue around a nipple. Shiro gasped loudly, arching into his touch. Jiro grinned into his skin, then shifted to continue working his way down and felt Shiro’s hard cock against his hip through the thin fabric of their boxers.
Shiro suppressed a low moan at the sudden contact, then used the fingers in his hair to pull Jiro back up. He mashed their lips together, this one more desperate and heated than the previous kisses. His fingers trailed down Jiro’s sides, teasing touches and tickles until he dipped beneath the waistband of Jiro’s plaid boxers. He smoothed the velvety flesh hidden from view. Jiro jerked and gasped as Shiro’s thumb accidentally brushed along his half-hard cock. Realizing that he wanted to be naked about five minutes ago, Jiro reached down to help Shiro pull off those pesky boxers. Shiro grinned wickedly then rolled, coming to rest on top of Jiro. Wrapping an arm around Shiro’s neck, Jiro pulled his brother down for another kiss. Now that they’d crossed that line, he couldn’t seem to get enough. His free hand played with the waistband of Shiro’s boxers, tugging on them lightly. He grinned into the kiss as Shiro got the hint, pulling them off and tossing them across the room.
He tangled their legs together, trapping Shiro on top of him as they continued to kiss. Their hands never stopped moving. Shiro played with Jiro’s hair, reveling in the softness, while Jiro explored Shiro’s naked back. Shiro moved his attention to Jiro’s neck, feathering the soft skin there with nips and kisses, but Jiro wanted more. He arched up into Shiro, searching for more delicious friction, but Shiro was just out of reach. Shiro grinned wickedly into Jiro’s neck, pleased with the new form of torture he’d discovered.
But Jiro wasn’t having much more of it. The first chance he got, he wrapped his arms around Shiro’s shoulders and flipped them again. He smiled down on Shiro and knew what he needed to do. He leaned over to grab supplies from the nightstand, then paused. “Is this… okay?” he asked, brow creasing with worry. Maybe this wasn’t what Shiro intended.
“I want this,” Shiro whispered, pulling Jiro back down. “I want you.” He kissed Jiro again, soft and sweet and exactly what Jiro needed to be reassured that this was okay.
Jiro pulled out of the kiss with a smile, leaving Shiro with another soft kiss before he reclaimed the bottle of lube. Jiro leaned down to recapture Shiro’s lips as his free hand traced patterns into Shiro’s skin, something he hoped would distract his brother from the pain of preparation. He gingerly inserted one finger, carefully watching Shiro’s face, looking for any sign that he changed his mind. Shiro’s face twisted in pleasure-pain, but there was something else there, desire.
He let his eyes slide closed as he continued the kiss and gently worked the tight ring of muscles open. His other hand came around to tease Shiro’s cock. He spread the pre-come at the top and slid his hand back down, smiling as Shiro moaned into their kiss. He pumped Shiro’s cock in time with the fingers in his entrance. He slowly added a second and a third, working him open bit by bit.
Shiro pulled out of the kiss with a gasp. “Nii-chan, please,” he whined into Jiro’s mouth. Shiro grabbed a condom and tore it open. He slid it onto Jiro’s hard cock with trembling hands. Jiro resisted the urge to thrust into his brother’s hands. Pulling Shiro’s hands away, he coated his erection with a generous amount of lube, then positioned himself at Shiro’s entrance. At Shiro’s nod, he pushed in slowly. His hand returned to Shiro’s cock, pumping slowly as he let the other get used to his presence. He leaned back down to capture Shiro’s lips and immediately felt the other relax.
With a low moan, Jiro began his slow thrusting. He wanted more, now, but more than that, he wanted to take things slow. His left hand dove into Shiro’s hair, while the right guided one of Shiro’s legs around his waist, then returned to slowly pumping Jiro’s cock. He drank in every one of Shiro’s gasps and moans, loving the reaction when twisted his fingers at the end of each pull. Wanting more, he began to thrust harder, faster, diving for the spot that would drive Shiro crazy.
“Nii-chan,” Shiro moaned again, wrapping his other leg around Jiro’s waist, pulling him deeper inch by inch. Jiro echoed the moan, careful not to be too loud; one brother was sleeping in the room next door, while two more were just across the hallway. He trembled as Shiro’s fingers raked across his back, scraping against his sensitive skin. All of the delicious sensations were flooding into the center of his body, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Shiro threw his head back into the pillow. From the look in his eyes, he was close, too.
Jiro’s hand sped up, adding more twists to the pattern and driving Shiro to squirm beneath him. His thrusts sped up a beat behind. Shiro tensed, groaning Jiro’s name as he came. Jiro stroked him through his orgasm, placing a soft kiss on his brother’s forehead. A few more thrusts and Jiro lost it. Driving deep, Jiro shuddered as he came with a low groan. Endorphins racing through his body, he collapsed on the bed next to Shiro.
Arms still wrapped around each other, they lay in the quiet room and tried to get their breathing under control. Pulling a few tissues from the nightstand, Jiro cleaned them up, tenderly wiping their sensitive skin. He tossed the tissues and used condom into the trash. Turning back around, he found that Shiro fell asleep, a soft smile on his face. Jiro happily wrapped his arms around Shiro’s torso, pulling him close and nuzzling his face into the back of Shiro’s neck. He knew this would change things, but how? He didn’t know. It was something better left to the morning, because right now, he was happy. “I love you,” he whispered into his brother’s back and let sleep overtake him.