[multi-part] About A Girl
Title: About A Girl
Pairing: Juri x Yasui
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1926
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Summary: He's in his room studying, or at least trying to, when the message comes through. Just the room number and address of a hotel, and the signature Kelly with a heart beside it.
A/N: This is the sequel to 'All Dressed Up And Nowhere To Go' which can be found here. I've had this sitting on my laptop (along with the next part of the story) in my 'to edit' folder for ages so I thought I'd finally get it sorted and posted!
The light filtering through the thin hotel curtains wakes him up a few minutes before his alarm. He grunts in annoyance and rolls over, trying to shield his eyes from the glare, but then jerks in surprise when he finds soft brown curls on the pillow beside him.
The surprise only lasts for a moment before the previous night’s events seep back to him, Yasui, make up, purple dress, best sex of his life.
Yasui lets out a long, soft breath, the curls that are hiding his face billowing out a little and Juri's hand reaches out to move them before he even thinks it. He brushes the hair back over Yasui's bare shoulder and then goes back for the few stray strands he'd missed still covering Yasui's face.
It's as he tucks them back that Yasui's eyes flutter open. For a moment Yasui just looks at him, his eyes bleary but somehow still bright and beautiful. He blinks his long lashes a few times as a smile breaks like dawn over his plush lips.
Juri swallows, hard, warmth creeping through him just at the sight, he could happily freeze time and live in this moment forever he thinks, but then his phone beeps out his alarm beside the bed and he swears before rolling over to hit the button, harder than necessary.
When he rolls back over Yasui is sitting up, stretching, and Juri's eyes are drawn to the way the strap of his padded bra slips off of his shoulder as he rests his arms down again. Yasui turns to him then and smiles “Last night was really fun. Thank you.” and he leans in to peck Juri's lips before hopping out of bed.
It takes far too long for Juri to form words, he's too mesmerised by the way Yasui is padding daintily across the room to the dressing table in just his lingerie. “I should be thanking you.” Juri finally manages to stutter.
Yasui laughs lightly and turns from the mirror, one false eyelash removed while he's peeling off the other. “I don't know, the third round was all you.”
He blushes just at the thought of it and Yasui seems to notice, laughing again as he pulls off his wig and rests it on the wooden stand on the dresser, then he pulls off his hairnet and shakes his natural hair out before wandering back over to the bed, pinching Juri's cheek as he leans down to retrieve something from his bag.
When he stands up straight again, what looks like a pair of boxers hugged to his chest his face looks a little more serious, nervous even. “Juri...you won't tell anyone, will you?”
He hadn't even considered it and that's probably the only reason he manages to shake his head so easily. Yasui smiles again, that soft, beautiful smile and then he turns to wander into their en-suite.
The whole twenty minutes it takes for Yasui to emerge again, Juri spends lying in bed, a mixture of awed and dumbfounded. 'It's just because he looked like a girl' he tells himself, over and over, but when Yasui exits the bathroom, his face clean and wearing only boxers, his stomach dips again.
Yasui crosses the room to retrieve his bag, picking it up and taking it over to the dresser to start packing away his make-up. “You should shower.” he says quietly, looking at Juri through the mirror and when Juri manages to tear his eyes away from Yasui's reflection he nods.
As he climbs out of bed his foot slips on something silky and he bends down to pick up Yasui's dress, taking it over to him on his way to the bathroom. Yasui smiles shyly as he takes it from him and that's all it takes for the memories to come flying back, stirring feelings up in Juri's chest again, and more noticeably in his groin.
He turns quickly for the bathroom before Yasui can notice and locks himself inside, leaning back against the door, panting as visions plague him - Yasui's eyes, fierce and lustful, Yasui on top of him, riding him, stripping the dress from his body and tossing it carelessly aside in the throes of passion, Yasui's stomach dipping under his lips, shoulders pressed into the bed beneath him, chest heaving with laboured breaths.
It aches, after three rounds of sex in one night Juri can't bear the ache of this new arousal but he just can't get the images of Yasui out of his mind and he bites into his lip hard as he reaches down to jerk himself off rough and fast. Kelly he'd called himself, and that's the name that slips, silently, from Juri's lips as he comes.
Things return to normal after that, Yasui is his usual self at rehearsals even if Juri can't quite see him in the same light any more. They don't even get to room together for the rest of the tour.
Weeks pass but Juri hasn't forgotten, there's no way he could, he thinks about that night more often than he thinks is healthy, thinks about Yasui more often than he should, even if he's intolerably close to him most days.
He's in his room studying, or at least trying to, when the message comes through. Just the room number and address of a hotel, and the signature Kelly with a heart beside it.
It barely even sinks in before he's on his feet, stuffing his phone into his pocket and grabbing his wallet before dashing from the house. His shoes are barely even on his feet as he dashes for the main street to flag down a taxi.
He's half hard as he stands in the hallway, knocking on the hotel room door and it takes what feels like hours for Yasui to answer it. “I didn't know if you'd come.” Yasui says softly, the anxious expression on his face contradicting everything else about him.
He looks incredible, his hair an almost fiery auburn this time, complementing the bright red of his dress and lipstick, his eyes are smoky and sultry, desire dripping from them. His dress is much shorter than the last one, strapless and tight, ending high on his thighs and Juri couldn't stop the way his eyes slide down for the world, his legs are smooth shaven and toned, ending in red strappy sandals with a high heel.
He's vaguely aware that he should say something, something smooth and flirtatious, something smart, anything, just words, but then the door is clicking shut behind him and Yasui is pressed into the wall, his eyes surprised but dazzled all the same.
His hands are on Yasui's waist, holding him tightly, desperately, and Juri makes the mistake of catching his gaze again, he's held, captive, until Yasui leans in to kiss him and then the flood gates open.
Yasui's mouth is moving as fast as his, desperate kisses drowned out by even more desperate moans and Juri groans as he presses his body into Yasui's, equal hardness pressing back at him. He pulls away to catch his breath and finds himself trembling, need and desire and sheer desolation all pulling at him, tugging him down until he drops to his knees, Yasui's waist still tight in his grasp, squeezing, possessing, panting into Yasui's abdomen until Yasui's voice pulls him back.
“Juri.” he gasps breathily, his hands shaking as they thread into his hair.
Juri looks up, sees the need there, feels it against his cheek and he pulls back enough to slide Yasui's dress up to his waist, pressing kisses across his hips to the melody of Yasui's pleas.
His underwear is black lace. Juri can see the straining erection through it, takes his time to nuzzle at it through the fabric, nip at it gently with his lips before gripping the elastic in his teeth and pulling down.
He feels Yasui shudder as he moves back up, his tongue leaving wet trails across the smooth skin of Yasui's thighs, dipping into the join between his leg and pubis, flicking across the trimmed pubic hair until Yasui's hand tightens in his hair, tugging him closer, hips pushing into his face and obediently he opens his mouth against the head of Yasui's cock.
It's clear how wound up Yasui is in the relieved moan that he chokes on as Juri swallows him down, sucking hard but slow, savouring the way Yasui's hips quiver where he presses them against the wall.
Yasui's breath is quick, audible sighs and moans sneaking out with each one as he kneads out his tension against Juri's scalp. It feels nice, the caress just the right side of rough and Juri had never even imagined it would feel so right to have something so thick and hard between his lips. He doesn't even know what he's doing, but he trusts Yasui, he goes with it when Yasui's hips push further inside, sucks as hard as he can as he draws away again, drawing harsh moans from Yasui's throat and too soon it's over.
He doesn't get much warning, a quick, almost silent gasp of his name, Yasui's fingers tightening in his hair and then a burst of bitter liquid against the back of his tongue.
Yasui gasps his name again as he pulls away, swallowing the load in his mouth, and then he whispers it again as he flops to the floor with a sated smile, displaying everything he has for Juri.
“Juri.” Yasui says again, his voice dripping with affection and he grabs Juri by the scruff of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
It's soft at first, relaxed, lazy almost, but Juri is insistent, his arousal only growing with every flick of Yasui's tongue until he can't take any more and he pushes Yasui to the side, knocking him onto the floor and covering him quickly, thrusting against him until he feels Yasui start to harden again.
They fuck right there on the floor, Yasui spilling first for the second time not even ten minutes later and Juri following closely behind. Then they lay on the floor catching their breaths until Yasui insists they relocate to the bed. They do it again on the bed, Yasui pinning Juri down and riding him, rocking his hips tortuously slowly, making a show of stroking himself with a steady, rhythmic pace and it's the sight of him coming, seeing his face contort beautifully as streaks of white paint his red dress, which finishes Juri. Afterwards they lay in bed for what feels like hours before falling asleep in each other’s arms only to wake up at some ungodly hour of the morning to strip off their clothes and go at it again.
Juri is sore all over by the time his phone wakes him up, thankfully it's not work, only Koki reminding him he was supposed to be going shopping with him that day. He tries to get up quietly, leaving Yasui asleep beside him, but when those big eyes flutter open, those firm but gentle fingers seeking out his arousal once again, there's nothing he can do but succumb to it.
He's almost two hours late by the time he meets Koki, he'd had to go home and change out of his sweatpants after all, but all Koki does is shake his head disapprovingly. “At least tell me this is because of a girl.” Koki begs and Juri can't help the way his face splits into a grin.
“Well. Sort of.”
Pairing: Juri x Yasui
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1926
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Summary: He's in his room studying, or at least trying to, when the message comes through. Just the room number and address of a hotel, and the signature Kelly with a heart beside it.
A/N: This is the sequel to 'All Dressed Up And Nowhere To Go' which can be found here. I've had this sitting on my laptop (along with the next part of the story) in my 'to edit' folder for ages so I thought I'd finally get it sorted and posted!
The light filtering through the thin hotel curtains wakes him up a few minutes before his alarm. He grunts in annoyance and rolls over, trying to shield his eyes from the glare, but then jerks in surprise when he finds soft brown curls on the pillow beside him.
The surprise only lasts for a moment before the previous night’s events seep back to him, Yasui, make up, purple dress, best sex of his life.
Yasui lets out a long, soft breath, the curls that are hiding his face billowing out a little and Juri's hand reaches out to move them before he even thinks it. He brushes the hair back over Yasui's bare shoulder and then goes back for the few stray strands he'd missed still covering Yasui's face.
It's as he tucks them back that Yasui's eyes flutter open. For a moment Yasui just looks at him, his eyes bleary but somehow still bright and beautiful. He blinks his long lashes a few times as a smile breaks like dawn over his plush lips.
Juri swallows, hard, warmth creeping through him just at the sight, he could happily freeze time and live in this moment forever he thinks, but then his phone beeps out his alarm beside the bed and he swears before rolling over to hit the button, harder than necessary.
When he rolls back over Yasui is sitting up, stretching, and Juri's eyes are drawn to the way the strap of his padded bra slips off of his shoulder as he rests his arms down again. Yasui turns to him then and smiles “Last night was really fun. Thank you.” and he leans in to peck Juri's lips before hopping out of bed.
It takes far too long for Juri to form words, he's too mesmerised by the way Yasui is padding daintily across the room to the dressing table in just his lingerie. “I should be thanking you.” Juri finally manages to stutter.
Yasui laughs lightly and turns from the mirror, one false eyelash removed while he's peeling off the other. “I don't know, the third round was all you.”
He blushes just at the thought of it and Yasui seems to notice, laughing again as he pulls off his wig and rests it on the wooden stand on the dresser, then he pulls off his hairnet and shakes his natural hair out before wandering back over to the bed, pinching Juri's cheek as he leans down to retrieve something from his bag.
When he stands up straight again, what looks like a pair of boxers hugged to his chest his face looks a little more serious, nervous even. “Juri...you won't tell anyone, will you?”
He hadn't even considered it and that's probably the only reason he manages to shake his head so easily. Yasui smiles again, that soft, beautiful smile and then he turns to wander into their en-suite.
The whole twenty minutes it takes for Yasui to emerge again, Juri spends lying in bed, a mixture of awed and dumbfounded. 'It's just because he looked like a girl' he tells himself, over and over, but when Yasui exits the bathroom, his face clean and wearing only boxers, his stomach dips again.
Yasui crosses the room to retrieve his bag, picking it up and taking it over to the dresser to start packing away his make-up. “You should shower.” he says quietly, looking at Juri through the mirror and when Juri manages to tear his eyes away from Yasui's reflection he nods.
As he climbs out of bed his foot slips on something silky and he bends down to pick up Yasui's dress, taking it over to him on his way to the bathroom. Yasui smiles shyly as he takes it from him and that's all it takes for the memories to come flying back, stirring feelings up in Juri's chest again, and more noticeably in his groin.
He turns quickly for the bathroom before Yasui can notice and locks himself inside, leaning back against the door, panting as visions plague him - Yasui's eyes, fierce and lustful, Yasui on top of him, riding him, stripping the dress from his body and tossing it carelessly aside in the throes of passion, Yasui's stomach dipping under his lips, shoulders pressed into the bed beneath him, chest heaving with laboured breaths.
It aches, after three rounds of sex in one night Juri can't bear the ache of this new arousal but he just can't get the images of Yasui out of his mind and he bites into his lip hard as he reaches down to jerk himself off rough and fast. Kelly he'd called himself, and that's the name that slips, silently, from Juri's lips as he comes.
Things return to normal after that, Yasui is his usual self at rehearsals even if Juri can't quite see him in the same light any more. They don't even get to room together for the rest of the tour.
Weeks pass but Juri hasn't forgotten, there's no way he could, he thinks about that night more often than he thinks is healthy, thinks about Yasui more often than he should, even if he's intolerably close to him most days.
He's in his room studying, or at least trying to, when the message comes through. Just the room number and address of a hotel, and the signature Kelly with a heart beside it.
It barely even sinks in before he's on his feet, stuffing his phone into his pocket and grabbing his wallet before dashing from the house. His shoes are barely even on his feet as he dashes for the main street to flag down a taxi.
He's half hard as he stands in the hallway, knocking on the hotel room door and it takes what feels like hours for Yasui to answer it. “I didn't know if you'd come.” Yasui says softly, the anxious expression on his face contradicting everything else about him.
He looks incredible, his hair an almost fiery auburn this time, complementing the bright red of his dress and lipstick, his eyes are smoky and sultry, desire dripping from them. His dress is much shorter than the last one, strapless and tight, ending high on his thighs and Juri couldn't stop the way his eyes slide down for the world, his legs are smooth shaven and toned, ending in red strappy sandals with a high heel.
He's vaguely aware that he should say something, something smooth and flirtatious, something smart, anything, just words, but then the door is clicking shut behind him and Yasui is pressed into the wall, his eyes surprised but dazzled all the same.
His hands are on Yasui's waist, holding him tightly, desperately, and Juri makes the mistake of catching his gaze again, he's held, captive, until Yasui leans in to kiss him and then the flood gates open.
Yasui's mouth is moving as fast as his, desperate kisses drowned out by even more desperate moans and Juri groans as he presses his body into Yasui's, equal hardness pressing back at him. He pulls away to catch his breath and finds himself trembling, need and desire and sheer desolation all pulling at him, tugging him down until he drops to his knees, Yasui's waist still tight in his grasp, squeezing, possessing, panting into Yasui's abdomen until Yasui's voice pulls him back.
“Juri.” he gasps breathily, his hands shaking as they thread into his hair.
Juri looks up, sees the need there, feels it against his cheek and he pulls back enough to slide Yasui's dress up to his waist, pressing kisses across his hips to the melody of Yasui's pleas.
His underwear is black lace. Juri can see the straining erection through it, takes his time to nuzzle at it through the fabric, nip at it gently with his lips before gripping the elastic in his teeth and pulling down.
He feels Yasui shudder as he moves back up, his tongue leaving wet trails across the smooth skin of Yasui's thighs, dipping into the join between his leg and pubis, flicking across the trimmed pubic hair until Yasui's hand tightens in his hair, tugging him closer, hips pushing into his face and obediently he opens his mouth against the head of Yasui's cock.
It's clear how wound up Yasui is in the relieved moan that he chokes on as Juri swallows him down, sucking hard but slow, savouring the way Yasui's hips quiver where he presses them against the wall.
Yasui's breath is quick, audible sighs and moans sneaking out with each one as he kneads out his tension against Juri's scalp. It feels nice, the caress just the right side of rough and Juri had never even imagined it would feel so right to have something so thick and hard between his lips. He doesn't even know what he's doing, but he trusts Yasui, he goes with it when Yasui's hips push further inside, sucks as hard as he can as he draws away again, drawing harsh moans from Yasui's throat and too soon it's over.
He doesn't get much warning, a quick, almost silent gasp of his name, Yasui's fingers tightening in his hair and then a burst of bitter liquid against the back of his tongue.
Yasui gasps his name again as he pulls away, swallowing the load in his mouth, and then he whispers it again as he flops to the floor with a sated smile, displaying everything he has for Juri.
“Juri.” Yasui says again, his voice dripping with affection and he grabs Juri by the scruff of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
It's soft at first, relaxed, lazy almost, but Juri is insistent, his arousal only growing with every flick of Yasui's tongue until he can't take any more and he pushes Yasui to the side, knocking him onto the floor and covering him quickly, thrusting against him until he feels Yasui start to harden again.
They fuck right there on the floor, Yasui spilling first for the second time not even ten minutes later and Juri following closely behind. Then they lay on the floor catching their breaths until Yasui insists they relocate to the bed. They do it again on the bed, Yasui pinning Juri down and riding him, rocking his hips tortuously slowly, making a show of stroking himself with a steady, rhythmic pace and it's the sight of him coming, seeing his face contort beautifully as streaks of white paint his red dress, which finishes Juri. Afterwards they lay in bed for what feels like hours before falling asleep in each other’s arms only to wake up at some ungodly hour of the morning to strip off their clothes and go at it again.
Juri is sore all over by the time his phone wakes him up, thankfully it's not work, only Koki reminding him he was supposed to be going shopping with him that day. He tries to get up quietly, leaving Yasui asleep beside him, but when those big eyes flutter open, those firm but gentle fingers seeking out his arousal once again, there's nothing he can do but succumb to it.
He's almost two hours late by the time he meets Koki, he'd had to go home and change out of his sweatpants after all, but all Koki does is shake his head disapprovingly. “At least tell me this is because of a girl.” Koki begs and Juri can't help the way his face splits into a grin.
“Well. Sort of.”