surprise visit
Title: surprise visit
Characters/Group: Masuda Takahisa/Tegoshi Yuya [NEWS]
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
Word Count: 1,000
Notes: Written for this request at the Smut/Kink Anonymeme. Not nearly as hot as I wanted it to be...and I fail for only being able to write one prompt :/
It’s the second to last day of filming for Rescue and Massu is the last one still left in the studio changing room. The director had called for a brief meeting after the shooting with Yuichi and Yamamoto-kun and by the time they had wrapped up, the other cast had already left for whatever was on their next item in their schedules. Massu had been about to change but then okaasan had called and asked if he was coming home for dinner.
And then he had shown up. Completely without warning. In a small, distant part in the back of his mind, Massu dimly wondered if his phone had broken because it had made an awful cracking sound when he dropped it. But there were more important matters at immediate hand. Like Tegoshi dolled up in a high school girl’s uniform. It was the same one he had worn for the cosplay section of their concert tour, he recalled, although he didn’t know how his brain could be functioning normally and picking out things from his memory.
“Yuya.” His voice cracked and it sounded too harsh in his ears. He tried to swallow, but his mouth was too dry. “Yuya, what are you doing here?” And all Tegoshi did was smile sweetly, mascara making his eyelashes thicker, pink lip gloss making his lips fuller, ponytail showing off the earring that Massu had given him for his birthday and revealing the sweet curve of his neck.
“You’ve been so busy with filming.” Tegoshi’s eyelashes flutter up as he stares up at Massu, fingers grasping lightly but firmly at his forearms. “It’s so hard to see you. We don’t even have photoshoots at the same time. And whenever I call your house okaasan says you’re already asleep or you’re away for overnight filming.”
Massu feels like his heart is crumbling apart when he sees the slight trembling of Tegoshi’s lips and the very tip of his nose turning red. Before Tegoshi’s eyes start to tear up, which Massu knows is the next step in the process, he moves his arms around the younger man’s waist and hugs him, moving one hand up to stroke the other’s head, being careful not to mess up the ponytail. Absently, he notes the sweet fragrance of Tegoshi’s lavender shampoo.
“I’m sorry Yuya. I’ve been really careless ne.” He moves back slightly to kiss Tegoshi’s forehead. He feels Tegoshi’s hands move up to his shoulders and the next thing he knows Tegoshi is kissing him on the lips, fully, passionately, hungrily.
“Yuya,” Massu gasps as he breaks away, hissing as Tegoshi finds the sensitive spot on his neck and sucks without abandon. That’s going to leave a mark. “Yuya, not here. The staff-” but he’s stopped by another forceful kiss. Then another, and another.
“I want you.” Tegoshi’s eyes are the shining brightness they were just minutes ago. Now they’re dark and lustful, and Massu doesn’t have enough power or will to resist him. “I want Massu now.” And before Massu can form a protest (not that he was going to anyway, not really), Tegoshi’s nimble fingers are unbuttoning Massu’s Super Ranger uniform (he forgot he still had it on). “Massu looks really good in this uniform ne.” And Tegoshi, with bangs framing his aroused eyes, makes Massu’s heart beat faster and all his blood is flowing there.
Massu slides his hand behind Tegoshi’s neck and brings him for a kiss. Tegoshi’s mouth is warm and sweet as ever, even better after weeks of minimal intimacy. He tastes the strawberry of the lip gloss. In the back of his throat, Tegoshi whines, high and needy, and grinds his hips against Massu’s. They part, harsh breaths the only sounds in the empty room. Massu starts to unbutton Tegoshi’s blouse but the younger man stops him, wrapping his fingers around Massu’s hands.
“Don’t make me wait,” he breathes, cheeks flushed. Massu feels dizzy and clutches Tegoshi’s hips. “But we need-” before he can finish, Tegoshi already hands him the small bottle (where was he hiding that?) and Massu nods, brings them to the couch and tugs Tegoshi down on his lap. Tegoshi kisses him and brings his hands under his skirt. Massu gasps as he feels the material, and admires his lover for being so…authentic. He trails his lips across Tegoshi’s jaw line and kisses the point below his ear while his hands drag down the lacy black material.
Tegoshi doesn’t cry out when Massu prepares him, just presses his nails down on Massu’s shoulder, hands underneath the uniform which was unbuttoned but never discarded. There are probably little crescent indents on his skin but Massu can care less, and his brain completely shuts down when Tegoshi pulls back and unzips his pants and with some shifting on Massu’s part he manages to slide off his underwear enough. And his eyes blur when Tegoshi’s fingers are carefully rolling a condom over Massu’s hardness, tongue in between his teeth as he concentrates.
Tegoshi is hot, tight as ever as he squeezes around him. Massu waits for him to adjust after he’s all the way in, and when Tegoshi opens his eyes again and nods a little, they start a rhythm that increases slowly and steadily. Tegoshi’s hands are behind him on the back of the couch for better leverage, and Massu has to muffle his moans by kissing him (they are in a dressing room, after all, and anyone could come in). Minutes pass, or maybe it’s hours, years, eons, but it’s all too soon anyway when Tegoshi tightens impossibly around him and comes, white hot blindness, and Massu follows only a couple erratic thrusts later.
After some time when they’re both breathing normally again, Tegoshi giggles into his neck and Massu buries his head in the other’s shoulder, face reddening as sense comes back to him.
“Oh God,” he moans. “We had sex in the dressing room.”
Tegoshi only laughs louder and kisses him on the cheek.
Characters/Group: Masuda Takahisa/Tegoshi Yuya [NEWS]
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
Word Count: 1,000
Notes: Written for this request at the Smut/Kink Anonymeme. Not nearly as hot as I wanted it to be...and I fail for only being able to write one prompt :/
It’s the second to last day of filming for Rescue and Massu is the last one still left in the studio changing room. The director had called for a brief meeting after the shooting with Yuichi and Yamamoto-kun and by the time they had wrapped up, the other cast had already left for whatever was on their next item in their schedules. Massu had been about to change but then okaasan had called and asked if he was coming home for dinner.
And then he had shown up. Completely without warning. In a small, distant part in the back of his mind, Massu dimly wondered if his phone had broken because it had made an awful cracking sound when he dropped it. But there were more important matters at immediate hand. Like Tegoshi dolled up in a high school girl’s uniform. It was the same one he had worn for the cosplay section of their concert tour, he recalled, although he didn’t know how his brain could be functioning normally and picking out things from his memory.
“Yuya.” His voice cracked and it sounded too harsh in his ears. He tried to swallow, but his mouth was too dry. “Yuya, what are you doing here?” And all Tegoshi did was smile sweetly, mascara making his eyelashes thicker, pink lip gloss making his lips fuller, ponytail showing off the earring that Massu had given him for his birthday and revealing the sweet curve of his neck.
“You’ve been so busy with filming.” Tegoshi’s eyelashes flutter up as he stares up at Massu, fingers grasping lightly but firmly at his forearms. “It’s so hard to see you. We don’t even have photoshoots at the same time. And whenever I call your house okaasan says you’re already asleep or you’re away for overnight filming.”
Massu feels like his heart is crumbling apart when he sees the slight trembling of Tegoshi’s lips and the very tip of his nose turning red. Before Tegoshi’s eyes start to tear up, which Massu knows is the next step in the process, he moves his arms around the younger man’s waist and hugs him, moving one hand up to stroke the other’s head, being careful not to mess up the ponytail. Absently, he notes the sweet fragrance of Tegoshi’s lavender shampoo.
“I’m sorry Yuya. I’ve been really careless ne.” He moves back slightly to kiss Tegoshi’s forehead. He feels Tegoshi’s hands move up to his shoulders and the next thing he knows Tegoshi is kissing him on the lips, fully, passionately, hungrily.
“Yuya,” Massu gasps as he breaks away, hissing as Tegoshi finds the sensitive spot on his neck and sucks without abandon. That’s going to leave a mark. “Yuya, not here. The staff-” but he’s stopped by another forceful kiss. Then another, and another.
“I want you.” Tegoshi’s eyes are the shining brightness they were just minutes ago. Now they’re dark and lustful, and Massu doesn’t have enough power or will to resist him. “I want Massu now.” And before Massu can form a protest (not that he was going to anyway, not really), Tegoshi’s nimble fingers are unbuttoning Massu’s Super Ranger uniform (he forgot he still had it on). “Massu looks really good in this uniform ne.” And Tegoshi, with bangs framing his aroused eyes, makes Massu’s heart beat faster and all his blood is flowing there.
Massu slides his hand behind Tegoshi’s neck and brings him for a kiss. Tegoshi’s mouth is warm and sweet as ever, even better after weeks of minimal intimacy. He tastes the strawberry of the lip gloss. In the back of his throat, Tegoshi whines, high and needy, and grinds his hips against Massu’s. They part, harsh breaths the only sounds in the empty room. Massu starts to unbutton Tegoshi’s blouse but the younger man stops him, wrapping his fingers around Massu’s hands.
“Don’t make me wait,” he breathes, cheeks flushed. Massu feels dizzy and clutches Tegoshi’s hips. “But we need-” before he can finish, Tegoshi already hands him the small bottle (where was he hiding that?) and Massu nods, brings them to the couch and tugs Tegoshi down on his lap. Tegoshi kisses him and brings his hands under his skirt. Massu gasps as he feels the material, and admires his lover for being so…authentic. He trails his lips across Tegoshi’s jaw line and kisses the point below his ear while his hands drag down the lacy black material.
Tegoshi doesn’t cry out when Massu prepares him, just presses his nails down on Massu’s shoulder, hands underneath the uniform which was unbuttoned but never discarded. There are probably little crescent indents on his skin but Massu can care less, and his brain completely shuts down when Tegoshi pulls back and unzips his pants and with some shifting on Massu’s part he manages to slide off his underwear enough. And his eyes blur when Tegoshi’s fingers are carefully rolling a condom over Massu’s hardness, tongue in between his teeth as he concentrates.
Tegoshi is hot, tight as ever as he squeezes around him. Massu waits for him to adjust after he’s all the way in, and when Tegoshi opens his eyes again and nods a little, they start a rhythm that increases slowly and steadily. Tegoshi’s hands are behind him on the back of the couch for better leverage, and Massu has to muffle his moans by kissing him (they are in a dressing room, after all, and anyone could come in). Minutes pass, or maybe it’s hours, years, eons, but it’s all too soon anyway when Tegoshi tightens impossibly around him and comes, white hot blindness, and Massu follows only a couple erratic thrusts later.
After some time when they’re both breathing normally again, Tegoshi giggles into his neck and Massu buries his head in the other’s shoulder, face reddening as sense comes back to him.
“Oh God,” he moans. “We had sex in the dressing room.”
Tegoshi only laughs louder and kisses him on the cheek.