Between Takes [Haru wo Daiteita, Katou/Iwaki, NC-17]
Title: Between Takes
Author: arizonaicerose (Saku)
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: sex with two guys
Word count: 2173
Summary: “I never would have guessed that just a small scene like that would make you this aroused.”
A/N: Hm…I only can hope that I do this series the justice it deserves. But this prompt just called out to me begging me to write it!
Prompt used was: -urgent sex - That's too good/honest a reaction to be acting
“I love you! Why can’t you see that! I love you more then anything else. Anyone else. And still…still…you push me away. Every. Time.” Fingers curl into tight fists, as blond hair veils conflicted eyes. Each breath he breathes, each deep soothing breath, he can feel himself trying to calm down. As he tries to reign in his shaky emotions.
The tension builds as the dark haired man counts away the seconds through his heart beats, he is uncertain of what caused all of this- his eyes conveying every emotion that flits though his eyes. He wants to ask why the other man is acting like this, wants to know what he has done wrong. Slowly his mouth opens, as he prepares to ask…
But he never gets the words out before he is slammed against the wall, his head hitting the solid object a little too harshly for his liking. Blinking, to clear the haze, he looks down and stares at the other man who is currently gripping his dress shirt, fabric crinkling in his grip as he twists his hands, fists never letting up on their death grip.
“I love you, whether you do or not. And even if you don’t believe me. Maybe you’ll believe this.”
Without another word or warning, the blond leans forward as he presses his lips harshly against the other man’s. Fingers lighten their grip as he deepens the kiss, his tongue pushing and forcing its way inside. Soon the two are nipping and sucking as fingers curl up in hair, pushing their bodies closer together.
A jean clad leg pushes its way between the dress slacks making the other man moan into the kiss. He feels his knees give out on him until the only thing keeping him upright was the wall behind him and the blond man before him. His back arches has he feels the jean clad leg slowly rub against his crotch, knee sliding sensually against his thigh.
Fingers twist in hair as the kiss is deepened, moans swallowed up by the other man.
“And….cut!”
Katou pulls away from the kiss as he sighs, fingers running through his hair. He still has not moved away as he watches his lover, who is currently leaning against the wall. Golden eyes glint slightly as he takes in the older man; it is subtle- if he had not known his lover as well as he does he would have missed it (just like how the whole film crew has). But he can tell how flustered the take has left the dark haired man. His cheeks were brushed with a barely visible, rosy pink blush. How his dark eyes dart around the stage, trying to not focus on any one person for longer then a couple seconds (Katou thinks it is cute how Iwaki always gets self-conscious when he is aroused).
“Hey,” Katou never looks away from his boyfriend as he calls out to the director, “how long until our next take?”
“Erm,” the balding man looks through his notes, barely noticing when a couple escape and flutter to the floor, his foot stepping on a page. “About ten minutes. The next scene you guys aren’t in.”
“Perfect,” he calls out while gripping Iwaki’s hand in a death grip. “We’ll be waiting in the dressing room. Call when you need us.” And without even waiting for an answer he runs off pulling a more then compliant Iwaki with him.
x-x-x-
As soon as the door slams, Iwaki finds himself pushed against the wooden surface. Lips pressed greedily against his, as a tongue forces its way inside, tasting and touching every bit it can. A broken moan escapes Iwaki’s mouth, as he pulls away to gasp for air.
Already teeth are attacking his neck as fingers tug at the buttons on his dress shirt. A jean clad leg is pressed in between Iwaki’s legs as Katou tugs the white shirt off of the man’s shoulders. Teeth nip at the bare shoulder, fingers tugging at the button on the slacks.
Iwaki can barely think through the haze as he stumbles at grasping the band tee shirt as he tugs flimsily trying to pull it off. Katou pulls away, though his leg still rubs lazily against the man’s clothed erection, as he tugs off his shirt and tosses it behind him.
Fingers deftly undo his jeans as he tugs them down, his underwear following soon afterwards. Reluctantly he tugs away his leg as he lets his jeans slide down, puddling at his ankles. Just smoothly he tugs at his lover’s clothing letting them slide down to his knees. The dark haired man moans wantonly as his erection is freed, chilled air caressing the heated flesh.
“Damn Iwaki,” Katou mutters as he leans again, teeth nipping at the bare neck as fingers tweak nipples, rolling them until they harden. “I never would have guessed that just a small scene like that would make you this aroused.”
“Your fault.” He counters as he digs fingers into the long silky strands he loves. A shuddering breath falls from his lips as he feels Katou’s tongue wrap around a pert nipple. “You were too good.”
Laughing Katou pulls away- much to Iwaki’s horror as all the sensations stop- as he leans against the broad shoulder. “That has to be one of the best compliments I have ever received,” he mutters into the bare skin while drying away tears that have slipped down his cheeks. “Though!” Hands clap as he pulls away again before quickly turning the other man around. “We have no time to play.” Leaning closer he purrs into the other man’s ear, “that happens tonight at home.”
Quickly he sucks on three fingers, coating them quickly. As much as he hates preparing this way, the dressing room is sadly void of lubes (something the he must amend quickly for the next time) and he refuses to take the other man dry, he would never do that.
Deciding they are wet enough, Katou quickly presses a digit to the puckered entrance. Pressing in he thrusts the finger, as his other hand fists the throbbing erection. Moaning Iwaki thrusts his hips back, meeting with each thrust of the finger, his eyes clenching tightly.
“K-K-Katou,” Iwaki moans as he digs his nails into the wooden door, forehead pressing into the solid object. “Just do it. Now!”
“But you’re not prepared yet. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Just go. Before it’s too late and we have to go back. I swear if you leave me like this I will kill you. Skin you alive.”
The blond smiles as he nods against the sweaty back. Shakily he pulls his finger out before spatting into his hand and quickly stroking himself. He pauses in stroking his lover (pulling his hand away from the throbbing flesh) as he readjusts his lover’s hips and lines up. Leaning forward he presses a soft kiss on the bare, sweaty shoulder before whispering, “I just love your dirty talk.” Quickly the pushes in, thrusting harshly and deeply into the man’s willing body.
He hisses as he feels Iwaki’s tight body eloping him. The exquisite feel is almost too much, and Katou cannot wait for the other man to adjust before he begins slamming harshly into the other man. Iwaki cries out brokenly, before slapping a hand over his mouth as he tries to stifle the sounds. He is close to the door in a crowded studio. It mortifies him to even think of letting the others hear.
A hand wraps around his erection, and Iwaki bites harshly onto his hand as the sensation is doubled by the feel of his lover pounding into him. Broken moans fall from his mouth as he thrusts back, his heart pounding.
“God, Iwaki. You feel so wonderful tonight. We are going to have to do this more often. Do this here.” Gasping he leans against his lover’s shoulder, his hips thrusting harshly. Already he can feel his end coming quickly (and if his lover’s gasping, shuddering body is any indication so is Iwaki). “Maybe we should do this in front of others. How would that make you feel?”
Iwaki cries out into his hand, forehead thumping against the door. His knees are shaking so badly he can barely stand upright, if it was not for the body behind him and the wooden door before him, he would be a crumpled mess on the floor.
“Having the director watch me thrusting into your tight body as you moan and whimper like a whore.” Katou bites lightly on the bare shoulder. As much as he wants to mark the man, he also does not want to have to explain to everyone where the bite marks came from. “Maybe I’ll let them watch you stroke yourself as I pound into you from behind.”
A violent flush crosses his cheeks as Iwaki tries to keep from imaging the scenes that are described to him.
“I bet they would love to watch that adorable blush that you get when you are so close to coming.” Katou gasps for air as he quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming erratic as he feels his end quickly approaching. His hand tightens around Iwaki’s erection, pumping faster. “And then they can watch you come harshly, watch how you roll onto the balls of your feet. At how beautifully your back arches and how your head tosses back.”
A knock on the door startles both men, though Katou cannot stop thrusting (he is too far gone to stop now). Iwaki shakily tries to keep himself from hitting the door as he places hands on either side of the wooden door.
“Yeah,” Katou calls out as he hugs the other man’s body close to him, his hips swaying harshly as he kisses everywhere he can reach. His right hand still pumps Iwaki’s throbbing erection as his left holds the solid body close to him.
“Sorry for bothering you if you were sleeping. But the director wants you on stage in two minutes. Ok.” The shaky voice answers quietly.
Katou smirks as he leans slams harshly into the other man, watching how Iwaki’s mouth falls open in a silent cry. Dark eyes clench shut tightly as he tries to keep from screaming, from alerting to what they were doing on the other side of the door.
“Hm,” Katou pulls out, until only his tip remains inside the man before slamming back harshly, watching Iwaki’s body jerk. And Katou knows that the other man is close. So temptingly close that he tries to decide whether he should delay the temp, allow her to listen to his lover come. But he is still the same jealous lover he has always been. Katou knows he never will be able to carry though on what he has said, what he uttered heavily into the other man’s ear.
“Yeah sure we’ll be there soon!” Holding his breath, Katou listens to the heels clacking further away from the door before squeezing Iwaki’s erection tightly, his body renewing the harsh thrusts. “Hear that, we have to hurry,” he whispers.
The heated words is all that it takes to make him fall over his edge. Whimpering teeth sink into his hand as Iwaki feels his body twitch. Moaning he arches, his head falling back as eyes stare at the ceiling. His body shudders as he comes, his essence coating Katou’s hand and the door.
As the body tightens, squeezing Katou’s erection much too tightly. With one last deep thrust he reaches around hugging Iwaki closer to him as he releases deep inside his lover with whispered name.
Slumping against the Iwaki (who has fallen against the door), Katou’s chest heaves as he tries to find the energy to pull out. Before him he can feel the shudders that still run through Iwaki’s body as the dark haired man tries to come down from his ecstasy induced high.
A second knock vibrates on the door, shocking Iwaki who had began to feel his consciousness slip away. Quickly Katou pulls out as he tugs at his jeans, trying to redress in a hurry while staying silent.
“We’re coming!” Katou calls out as he runs for his shirt, tugging it on just as quickly. Glancing in the mirror he tries to fix his appearance, as fingers comb through hair. Slapping his cheeks he tries to get the slight blush to disappear as he clears his mind.
Golden eyes glance at his lover who is carefully putting himself back together (and Katou cannot help but feel annoyance at how quickly he can recover when it is needed). Dark eyes meet his, holding them before reaching for the doorknob.
Breathing deeply Katou smiles brightly as he walks out of the dressing room and back to the stage for the next take. Silently he remembers what he has promised for tonight with Iwaki, and it is enough to make him want to hurry though the next sets of takes.
Author: arizonaicerose (Saku)
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: sex with two guys
Word count: 2173
Summary: “I never would have guessed that just a small scene like that would make you this aroused.”
A/N: Hm…I only can hope that I do this series the justice it deserves. But this prompt just called out to me begging me to write it!
Prompt used was: -urgent sex - That's too good/honest a reaction to be acting
“I love you! Why can’t you see that! I love you more then anything else. Anyone else. And still…still…you push me away. Every. Time.” Fingers curl into tight fists, as blond hair veils conflicted eyes. Each breath he breathes, each deep soothing breath, he can feel himself trying to calm down. As he tries to reign in his shaky emotions.
The tension builds as the dark haired man counts away the seconds through his heart beats, he is uncertain of what caused all of this- his eyes conveying every emotion that flits though his eyes. He wants to ask why the other man is acting like this, wants to know what he has done wrong. Slowly his mouth opens, as he prepares to ask…
But he never gets the words out before he is slammed against the wall, his head hitting the solid object a little too harshly for his liking. Blinking, to clear the haze, he looks down and stares at the other man who is currently gripping his dress shirt, fabric crinkling in his grip as he twists his hands, fists never letting up on their death grip.
“I love you, whether you do or not. And even if you don’t believe me. Maybe you’ll believe this.”
Without another word or warning, the blond leans forward as he presses his lips harshly against the other man’s. Fingers lighten their grip as he deepens the kiss, his tongue pushing and forcing its way inside. Soon the two are nipping and sucking as fingers curl up in hair, pushing their bodies closer together.
A jean clad leg pushes its way between the dress slacks making the other man moan into the kiss. He feels his knees give out on him until the only thing keeping him upright was the wall behind him and the blond man before him. His back arches has he feels the jean clad leg slowly rub against his crotch, knee sliding sensually against his thigh.
Fingers twist in hair as the kiss is deepened, moans swallowed up by the other man.
“And….cut!”
Katou pulls away from the kiss as he sighs, fingers running through his hair. He still has not moved away as he watches his lover, who is currently leaning against the wall. Golden eyes glint slightly as he takes in the older man; it is subtle- if he had not known his lover as well as he does he would have missed it (just like how the whole film crew has). But he can tell how flustered the take has left the dark haired man. His cheeks were brushed with a barely visible, rosy pink blush. How his dark eyes dart around the stage, trying to not focus on any one person for longer then a couple seconds (Katou thinks it is cute how Iwaki always gets self-conscious when he is aroused).
“Hey,” Katou never looks away from his boyfriend as he calls out to the director, “how long until our next take?”
“Erm,” the balding man looks through his notes, barely noticing when a couple escape and flutter to the floor, his foot stepping on a page. “About ten minutes. The next scene you guys aren’t in.”
“Perfect,” he calls out while gripping Iwaki’s hand in a death grip. “We’ll be waiting in the dressing room. Call when you need us.” And without even waiting for an answer he runs off pulling a more then compliant Iwaki with him.
x-x-x-
As soon as the door slams, Iwaki finds himself pushed against the wooden surface. Lips pressed greedily against his, as a tongue forces its way inside, tasting and touching every bit it can. A broken moan escapes Iwaki’s mouth, as he pulls away to gasp for air.
Already teeth are attacking his neck as fingers tug at the buttons on his dress shirt. A jean clad leg is pressed in between Iwaki’s legs as Katou tugs the white shirt off of the man’s shoulders. Teeth nip at the bare shoulder, fingers tugging at the button on the slacks.
Iwaki can barely think through the haze as he stumbles at grasping the band tee shirt as he tugs flimsily trying to pull it off. Katou pulls away, though his leg still rubs lazily against the man’s clothed erection, as he tugs off his shirt and tosses it behind him.
Fingers deftly undo his jeans as he tugs them down, his underwear following soon afterwards. Reluctantly he tugs away his leg as he lets his jeans slide down, puddling at his ankles. Just smoothly he tugs at his lover’s clothing letting them slide down to his knees. The dark haired man moans wantonly as his erection is freed, chilled air caressing the heated flesh.
“Damn Iwaki,” Katou mutters as he leans again, teeth nipping at the bare neck as fingers tweak nipples, rolling them until they harden. “I never would have guessed that just a small scene like that would make you this aroused.”
“Your fault.” He counters as he digs fingers into the long silky strands he loves. A shuddering breath falls from his lips as he feels Katou’s tongue wrap around a pert nipple. “You were too good.”
Laughing Katou pulls away- much to Iwaki’s horror as all the sensations stop- as he leans against the broad shoulder. “That has to be one of the best compliments I have ever received,” he mutters into the bare skin while drying away tears that have slipped down his cheeks. “Though!” Hands clap as he pulls away again before quickly turning the other man around. “We have no time to play.” Leaning closer he purrs into the other man’s ear, “that happens tonight at home.”
Quickly he sucks on three fingers, coating them quickly. As much as he hates preparing this way, the dressing room is sadly void of lubes (something the he must amend quickly for the next time) and he refuses to take the other man dry, he would never do that.
Deciding they are wet enough, Katou quickly presses a digit to the puckered entrance. Pressing in he thrusts the finger, as his other hand fists the throbbing erection. Moaning Iwaki thrusts his hips back, meeting with each thrust of the finger, his eyes clenching tightly.
“K-K-Katou,” Iwaki moans as he digs his nails into the wooden door, forehead pressing into the solid object. “Just do it. Now!”
“But you’re not prepared yet. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Just go. Before it’s too late and we have to go back. I swear if you leave me like this I will kill you. Skin you alive.”
The blond smiles as he nods against the sweaty back. Shakily he pulls his finger out before spatting into his hand and quickly stroking himself. He pauses in stroking his lover (pulling his hand away from the throbbing flesh) as he readjusts his lover’s hips and lines up. Leaning forward he presses a soft kiss on the bare, sweaty shoulder before whispering, “I just love your dirty talk.” Quickly the pushes in, thrusting harshly and deeply into the man’s willing body.
He hisses as he feels Iwaki’s tight body eloping him. The exquisite feel is almost too much, and Katou cannot wait for the other man to adjust before he begins slamming harshly into the other man. Iwaki cries out brokenly, before slapping a hand over his mouth as he tries to stifle the sounds. He is close to the door in a crowded studio. It mortifies him to even think of letting the others hear.
A hand wraps around his erection, and Iwaki bites harshly onto his hand as the sensation is doubled by the feel of his lover pounding into him. Broken moans fall from his mouth as he thrusts back, his heart pounding.
“God, Iwaki. You feel so wonderful tonight. We are going to have to do this more often. Do this here.” Gasping he leans against his lover’s shoulder, his hips thrusting harshly. Already he can feel his end coming quickly (and if his lover’s gasping, shuddering body is any indication so is Iwaki). “Maybe we should do this in front of others. How would that make you feel?”
Iwaki cries out into his hand, forehead thumping against the door. His knees are shaking so badly he can barely stand upright, if it was not for the body behind him and the wooden door before him, he would be a crumpled mess on the floor.
“Having the director watch me thrusting into your tight body as you moan and whimper like a whore.” Katou bites lightly on the bare shoulder. As much as he wants to mark the man, he also does not want to have to explain to everyone where the bite marks came from. “Maybe I’ll let them watch you stroke yourself as I pound into you from behind.”
A violent flush crosses his cheeks as Iwaki tries to keep from imaging the scenes that are described to him.
“I bet they would love to watch that adorable blush that you get when you are so close to coming.” Katou gasps for air as he quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming erratic as he feels his end quickly approaching. His hand tightens around Iwaki’s erection, pumping faster. “And then they can watch you come harshly, watch how you roll onto the balls of your feet. At how beautifully your back arches and how your head tosses back.”
A knock on the door startles both men, though Katou cannot stop thrusting (he is too far gone to stop now). Iwaki shakily tries to keep himself from hitting the door as he places hands on either side of the wooden door.
“Yeah,” Katou calls out as he hugs the other man’s body close to him, his hips swaying harshly as he kisses everywhere he can reach. His right hand still pumps Iwaki’s throbbing erection as his left holds the solid body close to him.
“Sorry for bothering you if you were sleeping. But the director wants you on stage in two minutes. Ok.” The shaky voice answers quietly.
Katou smirks as he leans slams harshly into the other man, watching how Iwaki’s mouth falls open in a silent cry. Dark eyes clench shut tightly as he tries to keep from screaming, from alerting to what they were doing on the other side of the door.
“Hm,” Katou pulls out, until only his tip remains inside the man before slamming back harshly, watching Iwaki’s body jerk. And Katou knows that the other man is close. So temptingly close that he tries to decide whether he should delay the temp, allow her to listen to his lover come. But he is still the same jealous lover he has always been. Katou knows he never will be able to carry though on what he has said, what he uttered heavily into the other man’s ear.
“Yeah sure we’ll be there soon!” Holding his breath, Katou listens to the heels clacking further away from the door before squeezing Iwaki’s erection tightly, his body renewing the harsh thrusts. “Hear that, we have to hurry,” he whispers.
The heated words is all that it takes to make him fall over his edge. Whimpering teeth sink into his hand as Iwaki feels his body twitch. Moaning he arches, his head falling back as eyes stare at the ceiling. His body shudders as he comes, his essence coating Katou’s hand and the door.
As the body tightens, squeezing Katou’s erection much too tightly. With one last deep thrust he reaches around hugging Iwaki closer to him as he releases deep inside his lover with whispered name.
Slumping against the Iwaki (who has fallen against the door), Katou’s chest heaves as he tries to find the energy to pull out. Before him he can feel the shudders that still run through Iwaki’s body as the dark haired man tries to come down from his ecstasy induced high.
A second knock vibrates on the door, shocking Iwaki who had began to feel his consciousness slip away. Quickly Katou pulls out as he tugs at his jeans, trying to redress in a hurry while staying silent.
“We’re coming!” Katou calls out as he runs for his shirt, tugging it on just as quickly. Glancing in the mirror he tries to fix his appearance, as fingers comb through hair. Slapping his cheeks he tries to get the slight blush to disappear as he clears his mind.
Golden eyes glance at his lover who is carefully putting himself back together (and Katou cannot help but feel annoyance at how quickly he can recover when it is needed). Dark eyes meet his, holding them before reaching for the doorknob.
Breathing deeply Katou smiles brightly as he walks out of the dressing room and back to the stage for the next take. Silently he remembers what he has promised for tonight with Iwaki, and it is enough to make him want to hurry though the next sets of takes.