Elevator 8/10----Shomiya. hints of Junba, Ohmiya and Matsurai
Reminders:
Prompted by my dahling; midorihaven
Always the same prologue.
Shomiya are here to stay!
Matsuba aka Junba are the before last pairing.
Prease to comment if liking. <3
Prologue
A long day meant for rest. There were interviews, photoshoots, promos, commercials, studio recordings and so much more. The five men couldn't help but drag themselves off into different directions, the elevator holding but two people at a time. It was a special, private, tinted-glass elevator. There were about 100 floors to descend and all of the maintenance workers had gone for the day. Two of the five young men walked through the open doors drowsily. As much as they wished for their day to finally be over, there was one last mishap in store for them.
8. Shomiya
PG-13, Crack-smut
As much as Sho ground his teeth, creased the skin between his brows and even growled, Nino wouldn't stop staring. Sho was starting to think these two-by-two elevator carriages were nothing but confrontation and headache causers.
"What Nino?!" He almost shouted.
"Your hair looks so cute today. Am I not allowed to look at you now?" Nino rebutted, slightly insulted.
"Well, yeah you can, just don't stare. It's been what, 30 minutes now almost? That's pushing it Nino." Sho grumbled.
"And, I'm admiring the masterpiece, do you mind?"
"No! Do you mind!?" Sho's anger prevailed.
Nino was pushing him for fun.
"Can I touch it then?" Nino whispered, while patting Sho.
"Is that all you wanted? Go ahead, just stop leering at me like a man with midlife crisis."
Nino shuffled closer to Sho, then a bit more, hand already hovering over the dark locks. He moved in closer, leaning his genitals, as Sho so eloquently put it, against Sho's left hip. The older man cleared his throat, wondering if this wasn't worse than being stared at for endless hours.
Nino's hand still floated over Sho's head, ghosting above the soft strands. His other hand, which Sho hadn't noticed, grabbed hold of Sho's behind, kneading gently. Sho couldn't help but lose control.
"Nino you fuckin' pervert! I should have known."
"I agree with both those statements." Nino smirked, hand still groping away happily.
"Stop! I'm already sore from our rehearsal, Mr happy hands."
"Let me take care of that then."
Nino spun Sho to face him, slamming him against the elevator wall (and the power switch at the same time). He closed the gap between their torsos and mouths before adding: "Just relax Sho-chan, I'll take care of everything."
His tongue darted out playfully to lick at the corner of Sho's mouth, his hands brushing against the areas where Sho's nipples were hidden away behind soft cotton. Sho wriggled and whimpered, squirming beneath Nino, no match for his stubborn character. And Nino jerked forward, hips grinding Sho's, calming him down and filling his senses instantly.
"Stop fighting it Sho, I know you like it."
"Shut up, you idiot." Sho panted, lips reddening from too much movement and heat.
Nino leaned closer, which seemed to be an impossible feat, hands warm against Sho's smooth hips, slipping underneath the thin clothing and licking a trail across Sho's bottom lip to try out the taste of it.
"Tastes sweet. Did you steal some of Jun's chocolate again?"
Sho cursed under his breath, his strong arms pressing roughly into Nino's lower back, craving more attention in that area. Nino tilted his head back, moaning repeatedly, the way he knew Sho couldn't resist.
And then there was a soft humming sound.
"Nino, aren't we supposed to go out for ramen?" Ohno asked in a reserved manner.
"Oh yeah. Later Sho." Nino hopped off with Ohno, hands swinging through the air.
"..the fuck?!" Sho shrieked.
"Calm down Sho, you'll get a hernia." Jun teased, elbowing Aiba for support.
"Ne, Sho-kun, come with us. We're going back to my place for some wine and sex." Aiba winked slowly.
"You might as well, your pants seem to be getting tighter by the second." Jun joked again.
"Shut up, both of you. You're all idiots, I can't believe this." Sho rambled to himself.
//End//
~Later
As usual, just a rough version, work to be done.
Prompted by my dahling; midorihaven
Always the same prologue.
Shomiya are here to stay!
Matsuba aka Junba are the before last pairing.
Prease to comment if liking. <3
Prologue
A long day meant for rest. There were interviews, photoshoots, promos, commercials, studio recordings and so much more. The five men couldn't help but drag themselves off into different directions, the elevator holding but two people at a time. It was a special, private, tinted-glass elevator. There were about 100 floors to descend and all of the maintenance workers had gone for the day. Two of the five young men walked through the open doors drowsily. As much as they wished for their day to finally be over, there was one last mishap in store for them.
8. Shomiya
PG-13, Crack-smut
As much as Sho ground his teeth, creased the skin between his brows and even growled, Nino wouldn't stop staring. Sho was starting to think these two-by-two elevator carriages were nothing but confrontation and headache causers.
"What Nino?!" He almost shouted.
"Your hair looks so cute today. Am I not allowed to look at you now?" Nino rebutted, slightly insulted.
"Well, yeah you can, just don't stare. It's been what, 30 minutes now almost? That's pushing it Nino." Sho grumbled.
"And, I'm admiring the masterpiece, do you mind?"
"No! Do you mind!?" Sho's anger prevailed.
Nino was pushing him for fun.
"Can I touch it then?" Nino whispered, while patting Sho.
"Is that all you wanted? Go ahead, just stop leering at me like a man with midlife crisis."
Nino shuffled closer to Sho, then a bit more, hand already hovering over the dark locks. He moved in closer, leaning his genitals, as Sho so eloquently put it, against Sho's left hip. The older man cleared his throat, wondering if this wasn't worse than being stared at for endless hours.
Nino's hand still floated over Sho's head, ghosting above the soft strands. His other hand, which Sho hadn't noticed, grabbed hold of Sho's behind, kneading gently. Sho couldn't help but lose control.
"Nino you fuckin' pervert! I should have known."
"I agree with both those statements." Nino smirked, hand still groping away happily.
"Stop! I'm already sore from our rehearsal, Mr happy hands."
"Let me take care of that then."
Nino spun Sho to face him, slamming him against the elevator wall (and the power switch at the same time). He closed the gap between their torsos and mouths before adding: "Just relax Sho-chan, I'll take care of everything."
His tongue darted out playfully to lick at the corner of Sho's mouth, his hands brushing against the areas where Sho's nipples were hidden away behind soft cotton. Sho wriggled and whimpered, squirming beneath Nino, no match for his stubborn character. And Nino jerked forward, hips grinding Sho's, calming him down and filling his senses instantly.
"Stop fighting it Sho, I know you like it."
"Shut up, you idiot." Sho panted, lips reddening from too much movement and heat.
Nino leaned closer, which seemed to be an impossible feat, hands warm against Sho's smooth hips, slipping underneath the thin clothing and licking a trail across Sho's bottom lip to try out the taste of it.
"Tastes sweet. Did you steal some of Jun's chocolate again?"
Sho cursed under his breath, his strong arms pressing roughly into Nino's lower back, craving more attention in that area. Nino tilted his head back, moaning repeatedly, the way he knew Sho couldn't resist.
And then there was a soft humming sound.
"Nino, aren't we supposed to go out for ramen?" Ohno asked in a reserved manner.
"Oh yeah. Later Sho." Nino hopped off with Ohno, hands swinging through the air.
"..the fuck?!" Sho shrieked.
"Calm down Sho, you'll get a hernia." Jun teased, elbowing Aiba for support.
"Ne, Sho-kun, come with us. We're going back to my place for some wine and sex." Aiba winked slowly.
"You might as well, your pants seem to be getting tighter by the second." Jun joked again.
"Shut up, both of you. You're all idiots, I can't believe this." Sho rambled to himself.
//End//
~Later
As usual, just a rough version, work to be done.