two of what could be titled 'yay, other stories'
Title: Friendship
Pairing: K8 friendship, Shibutani Subaru x Yasuda Shota
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Wordcount: 224
Disclaimer: (here)
Synopsis: How to kill your time in a hotel?
Warnings: I hope you get all the hints I wanted to give in here. Those of you who follow my personal journal may know that I have a part-time job at a hotel and.. well, those signs are annoying as hell.
When they were on a nationwide tour, it was usually Yoko who would get bored by the third day.
And the first one to be attacked and persuaded would be Hina and he simply couldn’t say no to a pouting Yoko that dared him to spill embarrassing details about his last relationship at the next recomen.
Maru was easy to convince, saying yes and adding paaan before Yoko finished talking.
After some annoying begging, they would convince Ryo in a rather drunken state, fishing him from the crowd of swaying people after he had his fourth drink. Still a bit pissed because Yoko just ruined his chance on that cute little blonde he was so going to take home, he would say yes, for the sake of being finally left in peace.
Okura would join, because Yoko just happened to have that chocolate bar when he felt terribly hungry.
Yassu accepted over three tones of his guitar. He actually knew the plan was necessary, because, really, that mess started to get unbearable.
And by the end of the fifth day, the handle to Subaru’s room showed six “Please clean the room”-signs.
On the other hand, there was no official plan by Yoko or whom so ever, but somehow, the handle to door 818 was always the one to be decorated with five “Do Not Disturb”-signs.
Title: That pink & girlish apron
Pairing: Shibutani Subaru x Yasuda Shota
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut and.. maybe Fluff?
Wordcount: 1691
Disclaimer: (here)
Synopsis: Subaru is hungry. But in the end, it's not food what he wants.
Warnings: Written for a prompt over at the summer kink meme which was "on the table right after cooking or eating, or maybe during Yasu's attempts to cook something. Happy established relationships, gentle and loving Yasu, sensitive Subaru. And lots of hot sex of course."
„You better have something ready for dinner, I’m starving”
The door closed with a damp click, announcing that Subaru was a) home and b) impatient.
With the pack of rice he just got from the shelf, Yasu turned around to give his boyfriend an acknowledging nod when he entered the kitchen.
“Don’t you think you could spare some ‘I’m home darling, how was your day?’?” the blond complaint.
The rice found its way into the steamer while Subaru took a seat at the kitchen table, placing his cap somewhere to his right and stretching his arms.
“But I’m hungry.”
Yasu bent over to place a quick kiss on Subaru’s lips before turning around again to head for the stove, when he felt a light tug at the ribbon of his apron. Following the tug, he found a grinning Subaru.
“That apron is girly,” the older guy suddenly explained, when Yasu freed his ribbon, directing his focus back on preventing their food from scorching.
“It’s an apron.” He sighed, absentmindedly cracking some egg into the pan.
“It’s pink. Of course it’s girly.” The blond felt two arms around his waist and a distinctive chin at his neck, Subaru not really expanding the range of the blonde’s movements with his gesture.
“Love you, too.”
With these words, Yasu’s attention went back to the pan.
And apparently, Subaru’s attention went straight to Yasu’s neck, where he started to randomly aspirate fleeting kisses against soft skin.
“Didn’t you say you were hungry?”
“Well, I was, but now I see you here and remember that I would always choose sex over food.” The aspirated kisses became butterflies, leaving soft touches and a tickling wherever Subaru’s lips touched his neck.
“And you know the worst?” At that point, Yasu could only sigh and turn of the stove. There was no way Subaru would stop his actions for the sake of eating only. Not with that familiar pressure the blond suddenly felt against his butt.
“I don’t know what I want to do with you.” A kiss, right on that place, where cervical blends into neck.
“One Subaru would be slow” The way he pronounced slow, with the last letter turning in a prolonged breath, grazing his earlobe, sent shivers down the blonde’s spine.
“It would take him ages to get rid of your clothes, stripping you piece by piece, kissing every exposed bit of skin. And he would drive you crazy because you would beg to get it harder, faster, faster, when he’s inside you, but he won’t. He would torture you and you would like it.”
A moan escaped the blonde’s mouth when Subaru left a kiss on his earlobe.
“The other Subaru would be fast, maybe ripping your shirt and you would complain because it was that new one you really liked, but he would shut you up, make you moan. Oh, how he loves to see you squirm under him, how you rock against him. You would see stars way too fast and you would complain, but you would love it and long for more and you would be up for another round.”
Another moan, this time louder, a bit husky, when Subaru’s fingers touched the blonde’s nipple, thin layers of fabrics not inhibiting the feeling.
“Which Subaru do you prefer?” There were fingers, only flimsy touching the bulge that has taken pronounced shape by now, but it was enough to flick a switch in Yasu’s mind.
Subaru didn’t really understand why, but suddenly he felt his back against the kitchen table, a hot mouth occupying his lips and a thigh distinctively aiming for his crotch, though is was really nice, the way it slowly caressed the way up to his pelvis.
“I like Shibuyan the best. The Shibuyan who pretends to be the master of seduction but ends up screaming out my name and begging for more.”
There wasn’t any verbal complaint, not with Subaru melting against his boyfriend’s kiss.
Yasu felt fingers at his neck and two moments later he felt his apron slide a bit.
But that was secondary, because he his fingers were right under Subaru’s shirt, stroking soft skin. He had to break their kiss for a short moment to get rid of the other’s shirt, but it was worth the view he got instead, with his boyfriend half naked in front of him, no way for him to escape with his back against the edge of the table like that.
The second ribbon of his apron was detached and his apron gone a few seconds later, while Yasu’s hands started a battle with the older guy’s belt that was very fashionable but absolutely unhandy when it came to opening it in greater need.
“Next time, choose another belt”, was hissed between two kisses, and the blonde’s shirt landed on the floor, joining the pink apron.
“Next time, choose another place.” But Subaru was shut up by Yasu’s tongue that had entered his mouth.
The older guy took some initiative, sitting down on the table when his belt was finally opened and his pants were gone, slid down to rest somewhere around his ankles.
Black hair was pushed back with one hand while the other found halt at the edge of the table, Subaru throwing back his head when the practised fingers delved under the waistband of his underwear, lightly touching skin that made Subaru moan and Yassu grin.
It didn’t take long for Subaru’s moans to become pleading, rough, because Subaru would always be into sex, and Yasu got rid of the interfering underwear, leaving his black haired boyfriend exposed and unshielded, a raw modus he would always savour, because this was only meant for him.
With a light push, Subaru’s back was placed against the surface of the table, and for a short second, Yasu’s mind wandered to the pile of plates and cutlery, resting well-prepared for later use on one edge of the table. But when one of Subaru’s knees pushed against his erection, the plates became subordinate.
Yasu hated to break their intimacy, but somehow his pants had become kind of really tight by now and he wouldn’t need them anyway, so he used his hands to unbutton his pants rather than keeping Subaru occupied.
Which led to Subaru occupying himself.
“Impatient?” With a snicker, Yasu bent down to his lover, nosing his cheek while his hands wandered down the other guy’s torso, as soon as his pants and underwear stopped limiting his movements.
“You bet.”
The both of them shared a smile, before Subaru’s expression turned into arousal when the blonde’s hand started to caress his cock with soft but distinctive strokes.
“We don’t have any lube”, Yasu mumbled against Subaru’s carotid.
“Use butter.”
The younger guy shot Subaru a doubting look and got up, leaving the kitchen without any further remark. “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m away.”
“You’re leaving me, naked and aroused on the kitchen table and tell me not to do anything stupid? I think there’s a mistake somewhere along these lines.”
“Hm, talk more and I consider not coming back.” From some corner of the apartment, Yasu’s voice was loud enough to get all the way to the kitchen.
“I hate you”, Subaru explained, loud enough for Yasu to hear. And maybe for the neighbour next door, too.
“No, you don’t. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in that position you’re currently in.” The blonde’s hands started to search for gentle contact as soon as he entered the kitchen again, setting down the lube next to Subaru.
He placed himself right in front of his lover, the other one’s legs positioned on his shoulders to provide at least some kind of comfort.
There were enough moans to fill a whole song when Yasu’s fingers entered his boyfriend, aiming for that spot, which would only lead to more moans, squirms, begging.
“Just do it already, this is so good.” Yasu couldn’t help but think that Subaru looked hot. Way too hot. With the thin layer of sweat forming and his hand delved into the black mane that his hair was.
But Yasuda Shota was very eager to fulfil the phrased wish, using the lube to replace his fingers with his erection, entering as gently as possible. Because that was what would drive Subaru crazy.
But the arousal would not wait long to take over and so he began to move slowly, getting confirmation in Subaru’s moaned “Mhn. Remind me why I wanted to top?”
“Because you think you could resist me?”
The rocking stopped for a moment, when Subaru tried to send an angry glare to his boyfriend but failed because feelings hit him.
Most of their talk stopped as soon as Yasu picked up the pace and moans replaced words, their sounds forming their own type of melody, speeding up and climaxing in a verbal crescendo, that was only accompanied by the faint sound of plates and cutlery sliding against each other and the shrieking of moving table legs.
Yasu was the first one to come, with Subaru following soon after, screaming “Yassu, Yassu, Shota, yes”, before finally hushing into gasps.
The blond settled down next to him, with his feet still searching support on the floor because he never knew how much the kitchen table could actually withstand.
“Yasu?” was the first word that interrupted the air that had only been filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and brief kisses for some moments.
“Hu?”
“You better hurry up, I feel like I’m starving to death.” Well, of course, there was no way Subaru would forget the food. A smile formed on the blonde’s lips, still a bit drowsy in his aftermath.
“So you’re going to clean the table?” There was no way he would eat on the table again without it being cleaned beforehand.
Yasu already considered eating out, just to avoid having any naughty memories while eating.
Subaru’s “only if you’re going wear the apron” sounded fair.
“The apron? Of course.”
But the significant grin spreading on Subaru’s face didn’t mean any good.
“I meant only the apron.”
With a casual kick, Subaru was thrown off the table.