Welp. More lewd.
Title: Warmth
Pairing/Group: ShinTaku
Rating: NC-17
Beta: no one really ^^;
Genre:PWP
Summary: Shingo accidentally discovers something and immediately takes advantage.
Takuya had asked Shingo to come over and help out practising for an upcoming performance. Sitting at the kitchen table quietly strumming his guitar while waiting for Shingo to come back from the kitchen. "Damn kid always just makes himself at home" he muttered under his breath, guitar pick hanging out of his mouth. Shingo had run off to make some tea as soon as he dumped all of his stuff on the older man's table. The bag had fallen open and spilled on the table revealing all the junk that he carried around. There was a brief scowl as he stood up and scooped up the sketch book, pencils, multiple pairs of sunglasses and other junk that had spilt out. He didn't notice Shingo bounding up behind him. "Ta-ku-ya~" he playfully stuck the warm mug of tea against his neck sipping on his own, not really paying attention.
After a moment Shingo noticed that the other man hadn't moved, "Takuya?". A little groan and he snatched the mug from Shingo. The older man set it down and shook his head a bit. "Let's get to work" he said quickly brushing it off and grabbing for his guitar. Shingo pulled him around by the shoulder turning him around and pinning him against the table with his hips. "Shingo! What are you-" Shingo lifted Kimura's chin up and shoved his mug against Takuya's neck. His eyes fluttered closed and he sighed with a slight groan. Shingo had a wicked smile flicker across his face. Kimura through him a look "Don't you even da-" his words became a moan as Shingo pulled up his shirt and held the mug his belly dragging it slowly up his chest. He arched himself in to the touch of the mug "Shingo you stop it ri-" he was cut off by Shingo's lips covering his. The mug reached his nipple and Kimura groaned loudly into the kiss, grinding his hips in to Shingos. Shingo smiled feeling Kimura's rock hard length rubbing against him. He smirked and deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue between those gorgeous lips, one of his hands slipped down undoing the other man's fly, the other one bringing the mug down and over the bulge straining against his underwear.
There was a loud groan as the kiss broke and the older man leaned back panting and, much to Shingo's delight, lewdly started grinding on the mug. Shingo just watched him put on this hedonistic show and slowly unzipped his own fly freeing himself from that tight prison that was his jeans. He finally pulled the mug away admiring his handy work. He had the sexiest man in the country leaning back on a table, out of breath, blushing, hair tousled, glaring from under his bangs and so hard and hot he was straining against his underwear, obvious precum starting to form. Shingo couldn't stand it anymore, picking him up and putting him flat on his back on the table and in one fell swoop shucking his pants and underwater off. "Oy!" Kimura barked at the roughish treatment quickly being cut off by Shingo's lips smashing into his pinning him down on the table. Kimura's head rolls back as Shingo attacks his neck. He sees a hand slowly slither into the bag on the table and pull out some lube. "Why the hell do you carry that around?!" Shingo just smiles and pokes a lubed up finger at his entrance. "Shingo I don't think this is-" throws his head back thwacking it on the table and hissing when a second finger enters. Shingo nibbles on his ear "I can stop" he teases thrusting his fingers a bit. "If you stop right now I will fucking kill you" he hissed pushing himself on to Shingo's thick digits. A playful chuckle spills from Shingo's lips as he stands up removing his fingers and replacing it with something a bit thicker and stiffer. He lets out his breath slowly as he pushes in to the hot, tight, wriggling Takuya. Slowly moving, making sure that the other man was comfortable. Shingo bites his lip enjoying the tight sensation. "Oy. Shingo." Kimura licked his lips and pushing himself on his elbows a bit to look him straight in the eyes "Hurry up" he chastised him. With a moan Shingo snapped his hips hard, leaning forward he was met in the middle by Takuya tangling his hands in Shingo's hair kissing him hard. Hard moans, heavy breathing and the sound of hips meeting hips was all that could be heard.
Shingo felt his hair being tugged on hard and a loud moan rip from the older man's throat and felt his warmth spill all over both of them. Shingo buried his face in panting Takuya's neck and thrust hard once, twice, three times, biting into his neck, eliciting another groan from Takuya, and letting himself go.
They lay there on the table panting and recovering from the harsh orgasms they had experienced. After catching his breath Shingo looks over at his band mate. " I should make you tea more often" he grinned. Takuya just playfully scowls and shoves the grinning man off him.
"Lets get to work"
Pairing/Group: ShinTaku
Rating: NC-17
Beta: no one really ^^;
Genre:PWP
Summary: Shingo accidentally discovers something and immediately takes advantage.
Takuya had asked Shingo to come over and help out practising for an upcoming performance. Sitting at the kitchen table quietly strumming his guitar while waiting for Shingo to come back from the kitchen. "Damn kid always just makes himself at home" he muttered under his breath, guitar pick hanging out of his mouth. Shingo had run off to make some tea as soon as he dumped all of his stuff on the older man's table. The bag had fallen open and spilled on the table revealing all the junk that he carried around. There was a brief scowl as he stood up and scooped up the sketch book, pencils, multiple pairs of sunglasses and other junk that had spilt out. He didn't notice Shingo bounding up behind him. "Ta-ku-ya~" he playfully stuck the warm mug of tea against his neck sipping on his own, not really paying attention.
After a moment Shingo noticed that the other man hadn't moved, "Takuya?". A little groan and he snatched the mug from Shingo. The older man set it down and shook his head a bit. "Let's get to work" he said quickly brushing it off and grabbing for his guitar. Shingo pulled him around by the shoulder turning him around and pinning him against the table with his hips. "Shingo! What are you-" Shingo lifted Kimura's chin up and shoved his mug against Takuya's neck. His eyes fluttered closed and he sighed with a slight groan. Shingo had a wicked smile flicker across his face. Kimura through him a look "Don't you even da-" his words became a moan as Shingo pulled up his shirt and held the mug his belly dragging it slowly up his chest. He arched himself in to the touch of the mug "Shingo you stop it ri-" he was cut off by Shingo's lips covering his. The mug reached his nipple and Kimura groaned loudly into the kiss, grinding his hips in to Shingos. Shingo smiled feeling Kimura's rock hard length rubbing against him. He smirked and deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue between those gorgeous lips, one of his hands slipped down undoing the other man's fly, the other one bringing the mug down and over the bulge straining against his underwear.
There was a loud groan as the kiss broke and the older man leaned back panting and, much to Shingo's delight, lewdly started grinding on the mug. Shingo just watched him put on this hedonistic show and slowly unzipped his own fly freeing himself from that tight prison that was his jeans. He finally pulled the mug away admiring his handy work. He had the sexiest man in the country leaning back on a table, out of breath, blushing, hair tousled, glaring from under his bangs and so hard and hot he was straining against his underwear, obvious precum starting to form. Shingo couldn't stand it anymore, picking him up and putting him flat on his back on the table and in one fell swoop shucking his pants and underwater off. "Oy!" Kimura barked at the roughish treatment quickly being cut off by Shingo's lips smashing into his pinning him down on the table. Kimura's head rolls back as Shingo attacks his neck. He sees a hand slowly slither into the bag on the table and pull out some lube. "Why the hell do you carry that around?!" Shingo just smiles and pokes a lubed up finger at his entrance. "Shingo I don't think this is-" throws his head back thwacking it on the table and hissing when a second finger enters. Shingo nibbles on his ear "I can stop" he teases thrusting his fingers a bit. "If you stop right now I will fucking kill you" he hissed pushing himself on to Shingo's thick digits. A playful chuckle spills from Shingo's lips as he stands up removing his fingers and replacing it with something a bit thicker and stiffer. He lets out his breath slowly as he pushes in to the hot, tight, wriggling Takuya. Slowly moving, making sure that the other man was comfortable. Shingo bites his lip enjoying the tight sensation. "Oy. Shingo." Kimura licked his lips and pushing himself on his elbows a bit to look him straight in the eyes "Hurry up" he chastised him. With a moan Shingo snapped his hips hard, leaning forward he was met in the middle by Takuya tangling his hands in Shingo's hair kissing him hard. Hard moans, heavy breathing and the sound of hips meeting hips was all that could be heard.
Shingo felt his hair being tugged on hard and a loud moan rip from the older man's throat and felt his warmth spill all over both of them. Shingo buried his face in panting Takuya's neck and thrust hard once, twice, three times, biting into his neck, eliciting another groan from Takuya, and letting himself go.
They lay there on the table panting and recovering from the harsh orgasms they had experienced. After catching his breath Shingo looks over at his band mate. " I should make you tea more often" he grinned. Takuya just playfully scowls and shoves the grinning man off him.
"Lets get to work"