Feel (TegoMassu)
Title: Feel
Pairing: TegoMassu
Rating: R (possibly NC-17)
Note: Sequel to Maturity.
Written for karinberry ♥ Betaed by mananeh.
Tegoshi stands in the bathroom doorway, the tiny hotel towel draped around his hips, water still running down his chest and legs and dripping from his hair. Massu is sitting on the edge of the farthest bed, facing away from him, but Tegoshi sees him twitch when he calls his name.
“Massu?”
“... Ah, Tegoshi, are you done already?”
Massu’s voice comes out strangely strangled. He gives Tegoshi a quick glance over his shoulder, but looks away almost instantly. Tegoshi frowns.
“Massu, are you...?” he trails off, not quite daring to say it aloud, but from the way Massu tenses at the sound of his voice, the way he refuses to look at him, to face him, Tegoshi is fairly certain he guessed right.
There is an awkward little silence. Tegoshi shifts nervously from one foot to the other. He wonders what he had been thinking? Why he didn’t even finish before getting out of the shower? What he had been expecting? Things are always a bit different in reality than in your fantasies. A lot different, actually.
Massu finally lets out a little laugh. It sounds uneasy and forced, but it cuts into a silence that’s even more uncomfortable.
“This is the second time. Tegoshi-kun must think I’m a pervert,” Massu lets out softly.
Tegoshi blinks once, twice, then laughs. He can’t help it and Massu turns around to fix him with an incredulous look. For a moment, Tegoshi’s laughter tinkles between them, before turning into soft giggles and finally dying down. Massu’s eyes are wide and he sits very still. Tegoshi shakes his head and lets out a last short fit of giggles.
“Massu, you silly, of course not. It’s... natural, isn’t it?” he smiles brightly. The situation is still awkward, but it’s also kind of hilarious. The look on Massu’s face, the fact that Tegoshi had been in the shower only moments ago doing... thinking... actually planning... He should probably be even more embarrassed, but somehow it’s not so bad. “I was doing it too... in the shower, just now,” he adds shyly, looking away and readjusting his towel. Something tells him Massu’s eyes must have gone twice as wide and Tegoshi feels himself blushing.
When he chances a look at Massu’s face, he catches him staring at his towel. A little thrill runs through his body. Tegoshi smiles to himself and goes sit on the bed, a few feet away from Massu. There is something ridiculously funny in having two guys, good friends, sitting side by side in a hotel room, one wearing only a tiny towel, the other with his trousers still unzipped, both still hard from unfinished business. Funny, yes, but also surprisingly exciting, Tegoshi thinks.
Massu glances at him. There is a slight flush tainting his cheeks and Tegoshi thinks it’s cute.
“You’re going to make the bed all wet,” Massu remarks with a small smile.
Tegoshi giggles and playfully hits Massu on the arm. Massu laughs too, for a brief moment, then they both fall back into silence. It is not as awkward as it was before, but Tegoshi knows if he wants something to happen, anything, then he’s going to have to make the first move. Massu is entirely too shy for his own good, or maybe just too clueless to realise that Tegoshi is not strutting around all wet and mostly naked just because he needed a break from his shower. Coming on to your bandmate is not as easy as it seems and Tegoshi finds himself fidgeting at the embroidered hotel crest on his hip. “Do you... What do you think about when you... you know?” he asks shyly.
Massu lets out a dry little laugh and Tegoshi can hear the question marks at he end of it. It would be easy for him to pretend he hasn’t just asked that, that he was just joking, but the thrill he suddenly feels makes him want to be reckless. He bites on his lower lip and looks at Massu. Massu isn’t laughing anymore. He’s not even smiling and his mouth forms a little ‘O’ that matches his eyes. Tegoshi gulps and wets his lips and Massu’s eyes shifts to follow the movement. The mood has changed; the air feels charged not with awkwardness, but with a different kind of tension. Tegoshi can almost hear it, like electric waves buzzing, almost but not quite covering up the sound of Massu’s breathing. He can almost taste it too, and he licks his lips again.
“Sometimes, I think of you,” Tegoshi lets out in a breath, low and soft. He reaches out for Massu’s hand and brings it on his knee. “Do you think of me too?” he asks, looking up at Massu with big innocent eyes. He knows he’s probably overdoing it, taking advantage of his image, but he can’t even bring himself to care enough to stop. He wants. He wants so much.
Massu’s hand is warm on his knee and it feels nice against Tegoshi’s cool skin. Massu tentatively sprawls his fingers and Tegoshi shivers a little. He shifts closer and the sudden movement startles Massu’s hand away. But Tegoshi is not willing to let him get away and he leans in to press his lips to Massu’s. It only lasts a brief moment before Tegoshi pulls back, if only slightly, to look at Massu and gauge his reaction. Massu’s eyes remain closed for a moment, but when he opens them the look in them seems different.
Water drips from Tegoshi’s hair and trickles down his neck. Massu reaches forward with a hesitant hand and swipes the droplets pooling in the hollow above his collarbone with his thumb. Tegoshi’s breath hitches and he leans in for another kiss.
The rhythm changes then. Massu’s hands slip around Tegoshi’s waist and his arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. Tegoshi is only eager to comply, crawling into Massu’s lap. The forgotten towel slowly unties itself and slips down Tegoshi’s hips.
Tegoshi’s kisses are hungry, a bit hurried, while Massu’s are slower, not quite hesitant, but softer, more controlled. Their rhythms don’t actually match each other, but it doesn’t matter, it feels good all the same. Massu’s fingers draw patterns down his back, and back up, then down his sides and over his hips, tracing the contour of his hipbones. Tegoshi writhes in Massu’s lap, arches his back, tries to move closer still.
“Touch me,” he says against Massu’s lips. Massu goes still for an instant and he opens his eyes to look at Tegoshi. “Touch me,” Tegoshi demands again, emphasizing his words by slowly rolling his hips.
Massu’s mouth opens to let out a panted breath and Tegoshi is about to grow impatient when Massu suddenly rolls them over so that they lie on the bed and starts showering his neck and shoulders with butterfly kisses, letting his hand crawl slowly up Tegoshi’s thigh. The tip of his fingers touches his balls first, then caress their way up his cock, twirl around the head with a feathery touch and go down again. His erection twitches once and Tegoshi feels his heart beat faster. Massu’s hand wraps around the base of his length, squeezing gently before sliding up and down tentatively. Tegoshi reacts with a shiver and a shaky “aah”. Massu’s grip becomes firmer and he starts pumping slowly. Warmth pools into Tegoshi’s groin and low in his belly and spreads over his whole body. He feels himself flush and tilts his head into the mattress when Massu lets his lips slide on his heated skin.
Tegoshi is humming. It’s a strange kind of tune: irregular, arrhythmic, deep and low, except for the occasional higher gasps. It’s not exactly singing, but it’s a kind of music he could get used to.
Massu’s hand feels different than his own. It is larger, with a stronger grip, but the way it strokes is soft and careful. Tegoshi moves his hips and moans encouragingly. He wants more, faster, rougher. It feels strange not having control over this, but it makes it so much better somehow.
He has never felt like this before; pleasure has never been this intense. Pressure builds and builds until it becomes unbearable. But Massu is going too slow and Tegoshi needs release or he feels he will surely die so, in the end, he wraps his hand around Massu’s and quickens the pace for a few last strokes before he squeezes his eyes shut and comes with a loud gasp.
When he finally opens his eyes and sees Massu staring down at him, a soft tender smile on his face, Tegoshi thinks that, though Massu smiles a lot all the time, this smile is different and it might just be his favourite smile of all. Then suddenly he realises that Massu is still dressed and that he himself had been so caught up in what he was feeling that he had completely forgotten to return the favour. He smiles sheepishly and reaches to pull at the hem of Massu’s shirt.
“Massu...” he begins in a little voice and he is about to apologize for being so self-centered, but then he figures there is a better way to make it up to him. “Your turn now.”
Pairing: TegoMassu
Rating: R (possibly NC-17)
Note: Sequel to Maturity.
Written for karinberry ♥ Betaed by mananeh.
Tegoshi stands in the bathroom doorway, the tiny hotel towel draped around his hips, water still running down his chest and legs and dripping from his hair. Massu is sitting on the edge of the farthest bed, facing away from him, but Tegoshi sees him twitch when he calls his name.
“Massu?”
“... Ah, Tegoshi, are you done already?”
Massu’s voice comes out strangely strangled. He gives Tegoshi a quick glance over his shoulder, but looks away almost instantly. Tegoshi frowns.
“Massu, are you...?” he trails off, not quite daring to say it aloud, but from the way Massu tenses at the sound of his voice, the way he refuses to look at him, to face him, Tegoshi is fairly certain he guessed right.
There is an awkward little silence. Tegoshi shifts nervously from one foot to the other. He wonders what he had been thinking? Why he didn’t even finish before getting out of the shower? What he had been expecting? Things are always a bit different in reality than in your fantasies. A lot different, actually.
Massu finally lets out a little laugh. It sounds uneasy and forced, but it cuts into a silence that’s even more uncomfortable.
“This is the second time. Tegoshi-kun must think I’m a pervert,” Massu lets out softly.
Tegoshi blinks once, twice, then laughs. He can’t help it and Massu turns around to fix him with an incredulous look. For a moment, Tegoshi’s laughter tinkles between them, before turning into soft giggles and finally dying down. Massu’s eyes are wide and he sits very still. Tegoshi shakes his head and lets out a last short fit of giggles.
“Massu, you silly, of course not. It’s... natural, isn’t it?” he smiles brightly. The situation is still awkward, but it’s also kind of hilarious. The look on Massu’s face, the fact that Tegoshi had been in the shower only moments ago doing... thinking... actually planning... He should probably be even more embarrassed, but somehow it’s not so bad. “I was doing it too... in the shower, just now,” he adds shyly, looking away and readjusting his towel. Something tells him Massu’s eyes must have gone twice as wide and Tegoshi feels himself blushing.
When he chances a look at Massu’s face, he catches him staring at his towel. A little thrill runs through his body. Tegoshi smiles to himself and goes sit on the bed, a few feet away from Massu. There is something ridiculously funny in having two guys, good friends, sitting side by side in a hotel room, one wearing only a tiny towel, the other with his trousers still unzipped, both still hard from unfinished business. Funny, yes, but also surprisingly exciting, Tegoshi thinks.
Massu glances at him. There is a slight flush tainting his cheeks and Tegoshi thinks it’s cute.
“You’re going to make the bed all wet,” Massu remarks with a small smile.
Tegoshi giggles and playfully hits Massu on the arm. Massu laughs too, for a brief moment, then they both fall back into silence. It is not as awkward as it was before, but Tegoshi knows if he wants something to happen, anything, then he’s going to have to make the first move. Massu is entirely too shy for his own good, or maybe just too clueless to realise that Tegoshi is not strutting around all wet and mostly naked just because he needed a break from his shower. Coming on to your bandmate is not as easy as it seems and Tegoshi finds himself fidgeting at the embroidered hotel crest on his hip. “Do you... What do you think about when you... you know?” he asks shyly.
Massu lets out a dry little laugh and Tegoshi can hear the question marks at he end of it. It would be easy for him to pretend he hasn’t just asked that, that he was just joking, but the thrill he suddenly feels makes him want to be reckless. He bites on his lower lip and looks at Massu. Massu isn’t laughing anymore. He’s not even smiling and his mouth forms a little ‘O’ that matches his eyes. Tegoshi gulps and wets his lips and Massu’s eyes shifts to follow the movement. The mood has changed; the air feels charged not with awkwardness, but with a different kind of tension. Tegoshi can almost hear it, like electric waves buzzing, almost but not quite covering up the sound of Massu’s breathing. He can almost taste it too, and he licks his lips again.
“Sometimes, I think of you,” Tegoshi lets out in a breath, low and soft. He reaches out for Massu’s hand and brings it on his knee. “Do you think of me too?” he asks, looking up at Massu with big innocent eyes. He knows he’s probably overdoing it, taking advantage of his image, but he can’t even bring himself to care enough to stop. He wants. He wants so much.
Massu’s hand is warm on his knee and it feels nice against Tegoshi’s cool skin. Massu tentatively sprawls his fingers and Tegoshi shivers a little. He shifts closer and the sudden movement startles Massu’s hand away. But Tegoshi is not willing to let him get away and he leans in to press his lips to Massu’s. It only lasts a brief moment before Tegoshi pulls back, if only slightly, to look at Massu and gauge his reaction. Massu’s eyes remain closed for a moment, but when he opens them the look in them seems different.
Water drips from Tegoshi’s hair and trickles down his neck. Massu reaches forward with a hesitant hand and swipes the droplets pooling in the hollow above his collarbone with his thumb. Tegoshi’s breath hitches and he leans in for another kiss.
The rhythm changes then. Massu’s hands slip around Tegoshi’s waist and his arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. Tegoshi is only eager to comply, crawling into Massu’s lap. The forgotten towel slowly unties itself and slips down Tegoshi’s hips.
Tegoshi’s kisses are hungry, a bit hurried, while Massu’s are slower, not quite hesitant, but softer, more controlled. Their rhythms don’t actually match each other, but it doesn’t matter, it feels good all the same. Massu’s fingers draw patterns down his back, and back up, then down his sides and over his hips, tracing the contour of his hipbones. Tegoshi writhes in Massu’s lap, arches his back, tries to move closer still.
“Touch me,” he says against Massu’s lips. Massu goes still for an instant and he opens his eyes to look at Tegoshi. “Touch me,” Tegoshi demands again, emphasizing his words by slowly rolling his hips.
Massu’s mouth opens to let out a panted breath and Tegoshi is about to grow impatient when Massu suddenly rolls them over so that they lie on the bed and starts showering his neck and shoulders with butterfly kisses, letting his hand crawl slowly up Tegoshi’s thigh. The tip of his fingers touches his balls first, then caress their way up his cock, twirl around the head with a feathery touch and go down again. His erection twitches once and Tegoshi feels his heart beat faster. Massu’s hand wraps around the base of his length, squeezing gently before sliding up and down tentatively. Tegoshi reacts with a shiver and a shaky “aah”. Massu’s grip becomes firmer and he starts pumping slowly. Warmth pools into Tegoshi’s groin and low in his belly and spreads over his whole body. He feels himself flush and tilts his head into the mattress when Massu lets his lips slide on his heated skin.
Tegoshi is humming. It’s a strange kind of tune: irregular, arrhythmic, deep and low, except for the occasional higher gasps. It’s not exactly singing, but it’s a kind of music he could get used to.
Massu’s hand feels different than his own. It is larger, with a stronger grip, but the way it strokes is soft and careful. Tegoshi moves his hips and moans encouragingly. He wants more, faster, rougher. It feels strange not having control over this, but it makes it so much better somehow.
He has never felt like this before; pleasure has never been this intense. Pressure builds and builds until it becomes unbearable. But Massu is going too slow and Tegoshi needs release or he feels he will surely die so, in the end, he wraps his hand around Massu’s and quickens the pace for a few last strokes before he squeezes his eyes shut and comes with a loud gasp.
When he finally opens his eyes and sees Massu staring down at him, a soft tender smile on his face, Tegoshi thinks that, though Massu smiles a lot all the time, this smile is different and it might just be his favourite smile of all. Then suddenly he realises that Massu is still dressed and that he himself had been so caught up in what he was feeling that he had completely forgotten to return the favour. He smiles sheepishly and reaches to pull at the hem of Massu’s shirt.
“Massu...” he begins in a little voice and he is about to apologize for being so self-centered, but then he figures there is a better way to make it up to him. “Your turn now.”