happy tsuyopon day! <3
Sooo... how about some fic? :D
I was a bit occupied with other things, so the kimutsu fics are still a long ways from done. But I do have a couple drabbles! Both conveniently Tsuyoshi-themed :3
Title: Sneaky
Pair: Nakai/Tsuyoshi
Rating: G
Nakai found that, while Tsuyoshi was apprehensive about crossing boundaries most of the time, if he was a little sneaky he could catch his bandmate in a more open-minded mood.
"It's one in the morning," Tsuyoshi grumbled, opening his hotel room door partway.
Nakai pushed the door open further, wedging himself sideways between it and the frame. "Can I sleep in your room?" Tsuyoshi squinted at him blearily, but didn't protest as he slipped into the room. "I couldn't sleep in mine," Nakai continued, guiding his bandmate back to bed with a hand on his back.
Tsuyoshi crawled under the covers, and blinked as Nakai joined him. "Together?"
Nakai slid in close, stretching his arm across Tsuyoshi's chest. "Yeah." He gathered up his courage and leaned in to nuzzle Tsuyoshi's neck. "If that's okay."
Tsuyoshi's sleepy laugh vibrated against Nakai's nose, his arm slipping under the older man's waist reciprocatively. "S'okay," he mumbled, seconds away from dozing off.
To be honest, Nakai couldn't sleep very well like this, either, but he wasn't about to complain.
Title: Friendly Competition
Pair: Kimura/Tsuyoshi
Rating: NC-17
Tsuyoshi trails his tongue down Kimura's cock, gently, tentatively, feeling his bandmate's thigh tighten under his fingers. He sucks lightly at the base, and curls his other hand around the shaft to stroke it slowly. Kimura inhales sharply, but Tsuyoshi doesn't look up-- he'll lose his nerve if he does, because Kimura will be looking at him, watching his every movement. He drags his tongue upward again and takes a moment to brace himself, and then slides his lips over the top of Kimura's cock.
He's on his knees, naked, listening to the sounds of pleasure his bandmate makes as he sucks him off. It's undignified and his knees are killing him and a little part of him is terrified that Kimura will snap at him any moment-- but he's achingly, achingly hard, and he's not about to back down, because the better he does, the more mind-blowingly good Kimura is in return. It's a friendly competition, like everything else between them.
Kimura tangles Tsuyoshi's hair in his fingers and pulls sharply-- getmeoffnowdammit-- and Tsuyoshi obeys, lips and tongue and fingers and rhythm and finally Kimura throws his head back and loses control.
Tsuyoshi always looks up, then; it's almost more satisfying than anything else Kimura does.
Almost. Kimura hands him a tissue and tugs him up with a predatory grin. "My turn."
I was a bit occupied with other things, so the kimutsu fics are still a long ways from done. But I do have a couple drabbles! Both conveniently Tsuyoshi-themed :3
Title: Sneaky
Pair: Nakai/Tsuyoshi
Rating: G
Nakai found that, while Tsuyoshi was apprehensive about crossing boundaries most of the time, if he was a little sneaky he could catch his bandmate in a more open-minded mood.
"It's one in the morning," Tsuyoshi grumbled, opening his hotel room door partway.
Nakai pushed the door open further, wedging himself sideways between it and the frame. "Can I sleep in your room?" Tsuyoshi squinted at him blearily, but didn't protest as he slipped into the room. "I couldn't sleep in mine," Nakai continued, guiding his bandmate back to bed with a hand on his back.
Tsuyoshi crawled under the covers, and blinked as Nakai joined him. "Together?"
Nakai slid in close, stretching his arm across Tsuyoshi's chest. "Yeah." He gathered up his courage and leaned in to nuzzle Tsuyoshi's neck. "If that's okay."
Tsuyoshi's sleepy laugh vibrated against Nakai's nose, his arm slipping under the older man's waist reciprocatively. "S'okay," he mumbled, seconds away from dozing off.
To be honest, Nakai couldn't sleep very well like this, either, but he wasn't about to complain.
Title: Friendly Competition
Pair: Kimura/Tsuyoshi
Rating: NC-17
Tsuyoshi trails his tongue down Kimura's cock, gently, tentatively, feeling his bandmate's thigh tighten under his fingers. He sucks lightly at the base, and curls his other hand around the shaft to stroke it slowly. Kimura inhales sharply, but Tsuyoshi doesn't look up-- he'll lose his nerve if he does, because Kimura will be looking at him, watching his every movement. He drags his tongue upward again and takes a moment to brace himself, and then slides his lips over the top of Kimura's cock.
He's on his knees, naked, listening to the sounds of pleasure his bandmate makes as he sucks him off. It's undignified and his knees are killing him and a little part of him is terrified that Kimura will snap at him any moment-- but he's achingly, achingly hard, and he's not about to back down, because the better he does, the more mind-blowingly good Kimura is in return. It's a friendly competition, like everything else between them.
Kimura tangles Tsuyoshi's hair in his fingers and pulls sharply-- getmeoffnowdammit-- and Tsuyoshi obeys, lips and tongue and fingers and rhythm and finally Kimura throws his head back and loses control.
Tsuyoshi always looks up, then; it's almost more satisfying than anything else Kimura does.
Almost. Kimura hands him a tissue and tugs him up with a predatory grin. "My turn."