[IsshixNao] "Sexed-up = Messed-up", one-shot
SEXED-UP = MESSED-UP
PAIRING: IsshixNao (Kagrra,)
GENRE: humor
RATING: PG13, guess.
WARNINGS: Language, implications of sex
A/N: Totally silly. Kind of perverted Nao. Some nudity. Nothing serious. Hopefully you'll... bear with this :') Enjoy.
SUMMARY: Nao decides to give Isshi a lap dance. Isshi does not want.
You know what a 'hunch' is? It's that tingling feeling in your backbone, or maybe in the back of your brain, that tells you something is going to go wrong in a matter of minutes and now, if you wish to stay healthy and alive, it'd be the perfect time to go lying behind a desk and stay very, very quiet.
Isshi had that feeling the moment he came home. Nothing seemed extraordinarily peculiar from the doorjamb where he was standing: the tiny hall of his apartment was just as neat as it had been when he had left to run his errands, and there were no extra sounds coming deeper from the apartment that would've implied there were uninvited guests. All in all, everything seemed okay. But, the hunch stayed.
Then, Isshi noticed there was a pair of shoes that wasn't his. The shoes were often in his hall, so it was natural that at first he had paid no attention to them. Now, as he had seen them, the picture started painting itself: if there was a hunch and Nao, they were definitely connected. What was weird was that if Nao was there, he had had to hear Isshi arrive, and yet he hadn't come to greet him. No; he was somewhere, dead silent. There was a sense of eager expectation in the air. Yes, Nao was up to something.
When Isshi entered the living-room he saw the furniture was pushed into the edges of the room except for one chair that was waiting for him in the middle of the room. "Nao, what the-" That was all Isshi managed; suddenly someone wrapped hands over his eyes from behind and started directing the baffled man towards the chair.
"Nao, what is this?" Isshi asked suspiciously and, very, very reluctantly, sat down, now facing Nao.
The man in question grinned. "You'll see in a minute." Then he skipped to the other side of the room and started dimming the lights. After he had gotten the mood set right, he directed the remote he had been holding in his back pocket towards Isshi's precious stereos and pushed 'Play'.
"Is this..." Isshi's eyebrows wrinkled as he recognized the intro. "Is this... KAT-TUN?"
Nao didn't answer. Instead, he cast a mysterious glance. "It's whatever you want it to be," he said softly. His voice had changed: it was now low and a bit darker, oozing with some sort of sensuality. There was something else Isshi now noted: Nao's clothes. He was wearing a white tee and jeans which, at the first glance, seemed relaxed and normal. But, as Isshi studied the outfit, he couldn't help but notice the t-shirt was tight. Awfully tight. And the jeans, they didn't leave much room for imagination, either.
Then... Nao started squirming.
With enlarged eyes Isshi watched how the bassist started swaying slowly, throwing a hip thrust here and there, his arms accompanying the rest of the body by making... Waves. Yes, that was the only way Isshi could describe the smooth movements. Nao snapped his fingers softly a few times, apparently looking for the beat of the song. He took a step, then another, and as the first verse began, he was instantly lost in the music. He was dancing, Isshi concluded. He allowed himself to relax. Now, how bad could this be? It was just a dance. Nao danced a lot. He liked dancing. Dancing was good. Safe. Yes.
Isshi realized there was nothing safe about Nao's show as the bassist abruptly inched closer and ripped the tight shirt off. He was now rubbing himself while he was dancing, touching his lanky body from here and there while throwing meaningful eyefuls at his shocked boyfriend. Isshi saw the boy turning around, bending over, not too much but enough to make his point clear, and giving his well-trained ass a suggesting slap.
Isshi stiffened, his eyes wildly bouncing around in search of escape. The more he understood the more he wanted to get the hell out of the room. You see, there had been these incidents before; Nao trying to execute his 'sexy and stimulating' ideas to get some fire into their relationship. In Isshi's opinion, their relationship didn't need anything stimulating -just living with Nao was a bit too exciting for Isshi's taste from time to times. Really, he appreciated simple, quiet life with simple, quiet romance. Candles, movies, cooking together, things like those suited Isshi just fine. However, Nao was 'a man of action', as he often loved to emphasize, and thus, he wanted to spice up their life on a regular basis. Their love life, particularly. Isshi shuddered. No matter how innocuous, harmless and seemingly okay Nao's ideas sounded, eventually something was broken and someone -Isshi- got physically hurt. There had been the time when Nao had wanted to have sex in the elevator. Nothing good had come out of them trying bondage, either. And then there was the incident involving cooking oil and- No. That one was something Isshi didn't want to think about at all. The faces of the hospital staff had been rather impressed.
So. As upset as it would make Nao, it was for the best to stop him. Isshi took a breath.
"Nao, honey, it's really sweet what you're trying to do but-"
"Shush now," Nao wriggled closer, wearing an expression Isshi assumed was supposed to be seductive. "Let daddy show you some good stuff." Then... He was without pants. Completely. Without. Pants. Isshi stared at the naked boy in front of him. Hadn't anyone told Nao that underwear was crucial if the lap dancer wanted to earn his living? Then again, Isshi thought as fighting hard the urge to run away, Nao had probably never thought why people really worked as strippers. Knowing Nao's trail of thought, he was likely to believe strippers just loved dancing.
It was getting bad. Isshi had pressed himself tight against the backrest of the chair -there was no more room left to back. Nao was naked, KAT-TUN was getting to the climax of the song, which logically meant the apex of Nao's show was just around the corner... What was there left to do? Isshi contemplated furiously. He could always play dead, or pretend his blind gut had exploded or...
Too late. Suddenly Nao was there, right in front of him, fiercely thrusting his hips from one side to the other whilst he wrapped his arms around the vocalist's neck and settled himself comfortably on Isshi's lap.
"This is blasphemy, blasphemy," Isshi wailed, squishing his eyes tightly shut. Shutting the world around him out didn't help much; now he could feel Nao's skinny ass grinding against his body. "Dear lord..."
"Oh yes, baby," Nao whispered, too smitten by the music to interpret his boyfriend's words correctly. "You want more?" Nao paused, then continued cheerfully: "Of course you want more, who could possibly resist this hot package? Okay," he lowered his voice again, "Now let's see what kind of package is hiding underneath all these unnecessary clothes..."
"No, no, not my clothes," Isshi whimpered. Nao's breath was now hovering over his skin as the boy proceeded to nibble on the older man's earlobe -goddammit him for taking advantage of his weak point-, simultaneously trying to unbutton Isshi's shirt.
"Why does this have this many buttons?" he cursed under his breath, for a moment forgetting his role as an irresistible seducer slash sex beast.
And then it happened. Nao reeled, the chair hadn't been designed for two people nor lap dances, there were many things, but the result was very simple: a mess of limbs and one fallen chair on the floor. What amazed Isshi was that even though after a lot of thinking (even Nao learned from his past mistakes) Nao had so carefully placed the chair in the middle of the room, they had managed to shatter something glass-made into pieces.
"Oops."
"Oops indeed."
"That... wasn't expensive, was it?"
"It kind of was."
"Aha. And... You are bleeding."
"Yes, so it would seem."
"That was totally unexpected. But you know, this kind of reminds me of the time when we were doing it in the kitchen and then the knives-"
"Yes, Nao, I remember."
"Remember the cute nurse who patched you up? Maybe she's working today too."
"I'd rather not see her ever again. I had to show her my... Yeah. I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to see me again, either."
"True, true. But this time round you're fully clothed."
"Still."
Nao nodded, and scrambled to a sitting position. Confused, he looked at the mess around him, the droplets of blood, the glass shards, Isshi muttering to himself, and to his surprise-
Suddenly Isshi realized there was something wrong in the room. Rubbing his elbows, he glanced around. The mess was still there, nothing abnormal about that. But... There was silence. There was never silence when Nao was around.
He lifted his face and cautiously, monitored the other man. Nao was now looking down, obviously intrigued by something. Isshi's eyes followed his gaze, and -and he yanked his eyes away.
"Nao," he said casually. "Does all this... By any means... Make you aroused?"
"Yeah," Nao answered, stunned. "Which is pretty weird since I've never had any fantasies involving blood or stuff like that." He quieted. "I guess having sex now is out of option?" he then tried, sounding optimistic.
"Well thought, Sherlock," Isshi sighed and clambered up. "Go and get some clothes on. I'll start the car. The wound's deeper than I believed, I'd better show it to the doctor."
*Not quite what I normally write but I got this plot bunny some time ago, and it was too delicious to abandon it :D Your usual dorky Nao, overly suspicious Isshi, the weird antics... Yeah. Maybe someday I'll write something serious and Cool with the guys. (Or not 8D) Anyway, hopefully you liked it :) Comments =always appreciated! Anddd... Feel free to add our community, yes, and... yup. That's all. Now I'm off to bed~
PAIRING: IsshixNao (Kagrra,)
GENRE: humor
RATING: PG13, guess.
WARNINGS: Language, implications of sex
A/N: Totally silly. Kind of perverted Nao. Some nudity. Nothing serious. Hopefully you'll... bear with this :') Enjoy.
SUMMARY: Nao decides to give Isshi a lap dance. Isshi does not want.
You know what a 'hunch' is? It's that tingling feeling in your backbone, or maybe in the back of your brain, that tells you something is going to go wrong in a matter of minutes and now, if you wish to stay healthy and alive, it'd be the perfect time to go lying behind a desk and stay very, very quiet.
Isshi had that feeling the moment he came home. Nothing seemed extraordinarily peculiar from the doorjamb where he was standing: the tiny hall of his apartment was just as neat as it had been when he had left to run his errands, and there were no extra sounds coming deeper from the apartment that would've implied there were uninvited guests. All in all, everything seemed okay. But, the hunch stayed.
Then, Isshi noticed there was a pair of shoes that wasn't his. The shoes were often in his hall, so it was natural that at first he had paid no attention to them. Now, as he had seen them, the picture started painting itself: if there was a hunch and Nao, they were definitely connected. What was weird was that if Nao was there, he had had to hear Isshi arrive, and yet he hadn't come to greet him. No; he was somewhere, dead silent. There was a sense of eager expectation in the air. Yes, Nao was up to something.
When Isshi entered the living-room he saw the furniture was pushed into the edges of the room except for one chair that was waiting for him in the middle of the room. "Nao, what the-" That was all Isshi managed; suddenly someone wrapped hands over his eyes from behind and started directing the baffled man towards the chair.
"Nao, what is this?" Isshi asked suspiciously and, very, very reluctantly, sat down, now facing Nao.
The man in question grinned. "You'll see in a minute." Then he skipped to the other side of the room and started dimming the lights. After he had gotten the mood set right, he directed the remote he had been holding in his back pocket towards Isshi's precious stereos and pushed 'Play'.
"Is this..." Isshi's eyebrows wrinkled as he recognized the intro. "Is this... KAT-TUN?"
Nao didn't answer. Instead, he cast a mysterious glance. "It's whatever you want it to be," he said softly. His voice had changed: it was now low and a bit darker, oozing with some sort of sensuality. There was something else Isshi now noted: Nao's clothes. He was wearing a white tee and jeans which, at the first glance, seemed relaxed and normal. But, as Isshi studied the outfit, he couldn't help but notice the t-shirt was tight. Awfully tight. And the jeans, they didn't leave much room for imagination, either.
Then... Nao started squirming.
With enlarged eyes Isshi watched how the bassist started swaying slowly, throwing a hip thrust here and there, his arms accompanying the rest of the body by making... Waves. Yes, that was the only way Isshi could describe the smooth movements. Nao snapped his fingers softly a few times, apparently looking for the beat of the song. He took a step, then another, and as the first verse began, he was instantly lost in the music. He was dancing, Isshi concluded. He allowed himself to relax. Now, how bad could this be? It was just a dance. Nao danced a lot. He liked dancing. Dancing was good. Safe. Yes.
Isshi realized there was nothing safe about Nao's show as the bassist abruptly inched closer and ripped the tight shirt off. He was now rubbing himself while he was dancing, touching his lanky body from here and there while throwing meaningful eyefuls at his shocked boyfriend. Isshi saw the boy turning around, bending over, not too much but enough to make his point clear, and giving his well-trained ass a suggesting slap.
Isshi stiffened, his eyes wildly bouncing around in search of escape. The more he understood the more he wanted to get the hell out of the room. You see, there had been these incidents before; Nao trying to execute his 'sexy and stimulating' ideas to get some fire into their relationship. In Isshi's opinion, their relationship didn't need anything stimulating -just living with Nao was a bit too exciting for Isshi's taste from time to times. Really, he appreciated simple, quiet life with simple, quiet romance. Candles, movies, cooking together, things like those suited Isshi just fine. However, Nao was 'a man of action', as he often loved to emphasize, and thus, he wanted to spice up their life on a regular basis. Their love life, particularly. Isshi shuddered. No matter how innocuous, harmless and seemingly okay Nao's ideas sounded, eventually something was broken and someone -Isshi- got physically hurt. There had been the time when Nao had wanted to have sex in the elevator. Nothing good had come out of them trying bondage, either. And then there was the incident involving cooking oil and- No. That one was something Isshi didn't want to think about at all. The faces of the hospital staff had been rather impressed.
So. As upset as it would make Nao, it was for the best to stop him. Isshi took a breath.
"Nao, honey, it's really sweet what you're trying to do but-"
"Shush now," Nao wriggled closer, wearing an expression Isshi assumed was supposed to be seductive. "Let daddy show you some good stuff." Then... He was without pants. Completely. Without. Pants. Isshi stared at the naked boy in front of him. Hadn't anyone told Nao that underwear was crucial if the lap dancer wanted to earn his living? Then again, Isshi thought as fighting hard the urge to run away, Nao had probably never thought why people really worked as strippers. Knowing Nao's trail of thought, he was likely to believe strippers just loved dancing.
It was getting bad. Isshi had pressed himself tight against the backrest of the chair -there was no more room left to back. Nao was naked, KAT-TUN was getting to the climax of the song, which logically meant the apex of Nao's show was just around the corner... What was there left to do? Isshi contemplated furiously. He could always play dead, or pretend his blind gut had exploded or...
Too late. Suddenly Nao was there, right in front of him, fiercely thrusting his hips from one side to the other whilst he wrapped his arms around the vocalist's neck and settled himself comfortably on Isshi's lap.
"This is blasphemy, blasphemy," Isshi wailed, squishing his eyes tightly shut. Shutting the world around him out didn't help much; now he could feel Nao's skinny ass grinding against his body. "Dear lord..."
"Oh yes, baby," Nao whispered, too smitten by the music to interpret his boyfriend's words correctly. "You want more?" Nao paused, then continued cheerfully: "Of course you want more, who could possibly resist this hot package? Okay," he lowered his voice again, "Now let's see what kind of package is hiding underneath all these unnecessary clothes..."
"No, no, not my clothes," Isshi whimpered. Nao's breath was now hovering over his skin as the boy proceeded to nibble on the older man's earlobe -goddammit him for taking advantage of his weak point-, simultaneously trying to unbutton Isshi's shirt.
"Why does this have this many buttons?" he cursed under his breath, for a moment forgetting his role as an irresistible seducer slash sex beast.
And then it happened. Nao reeled, the chair hadn't been designed for two people nor lap dances, there were many things, but the result was very simple: a mess of limbs and one fallen chair on the floor. What amazed Isshi was that even though after a lot of thinking (even Nao learned from his past mistakes) Nao had so carefully placed the chair in the middle of the room, they had managed to shatter something glass-made into pieces.
"Oops."
"Oops indeed."
"That... wasn't expensive, was it?"
"It kind of was."
"Aha. And... You are bleeding."
"Yes, so it would seem."
"That was totally unexpected. But you know, this kind of reminds me of the time when we were doing it in the kitchen and then the knives-"
"Yes, Nao, I remember."
"Remember the cute nurse who patched you up? Maybe she's working today too."
"I'd rather not see her ever again. I had to show her my... Yeah. I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to see me again, either."
"True, true. But this time round you're fully clothed."
"Still."
Nao nodded, and scrambled to a sitting position. Confused, he looked at the mess around him, the droplets of blood, the glass shards, Isshi muttering to himself, and to his surprise-
Suddenly Isshi realized there was something wrong in the room. Rubbing his elbows, he glanced around. The mess was still there, nothing abnormal about that. But... There was silence. There was never silence when Nao was around.
He lifted his face and cautiously, monitored the other man. Nao was now looking down, obviously intrigued by something. Isshi's eyes followed his gaze, and -and he yanked his eyes away.
"Nao," he said casually. "Does all this... By any means... Make you aroused?"
"Yeah," Nao answered, stunned. "Which is pretty weird since I've never had any fantasies involving blood or stuff like that." He quieted. "I guess having sex now is out of option?" he then tried, sounding optimistic.
"Well thought, Sherlock," Isshi sighed and clambered up. "Go and get some clothes on. I'll start the car. The wound's deeper than I believed, I'd better show it to the doctor."
*Not quite what I normally write but I got this plot bunny some time ago, and it was too delicious to abandon it :D Your usual dorky Nao, overly suspicious Isshi, the weird antics... Yeah. Maybe someday I'll write something serious and Cool with the guys. (Or not 8D) Anyway, hopefully you liked it :) Comments =always appreciated! Anddd... Feel free to add our community, yes, and... yup. That's all. Now I'm off to bed~