[009] Ficlet :: Always Stripper!Sho Month
Title: Always Stripper!Sho Month (ficlet)
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Shoguri; implied pr0n
Rating: PG-13 (for implied sexual situations)
Word Count: ~350
Summary: Shun brought a suit (and accessories) home from work. Sho gets an idea.
Notes: CONTEXT! :D Is anyone really shocked I wrote MOAR Twitter RP fic? Really? lyricalidol remains my beta and crack dealer. :D
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Cold metal pressed against the sensitive flesh at his wrists. A quick experimental struggle assured him they were, in fact, real handcuffs. Not something to be easily slipped out of. He knew he should've tested these out before letting Sho get his hands on them.
Shun's suit was going to get wrinkled with his arms at this angle, hands trapped at his back, he just knew it. But he was having trouble working up the energy to care. The straight-backed chair staunchly refused to give as he wiggled about a bit, trying to get in a more comfortable position. The show was about to start and he wanted to make sure he enjoyed it fully.
Teasing remarks all day, plus the sudden appearance of Sho's shiny hat, had Shun's imagination running wild. The sexual tension at dinner certainly hadn't helped. Sho knew exactly what he was doing as he slowly slurped the alfredo noodles. He was perfectly aware of Shun's feelings about his lips, his gorgeous, plump, heart shaped, rosy...Shun shook himself. Sho wasn't even in the room and he was getting Shun all hot and bothered. Though Shun suspected that's why he'd suddenly been handcuffed and abandoned in the dining room. Sho had begged off, saying he had to go do something in the other room, but would be right back. Ten minutes later Shun was still wondering why exactly he'd allowed Sho to do this.
And then he remembered.
Sho came around the corner painfully slowly, seductively. The shiny silver hat perched atop his head, bare-chested save for a multi-colored boa and where in the world did he get those chaps? He'd even managed to decorate his eyes with black liner. Shun swallowed hard. This was like Christmas and his birthday and every other holiday ever all rolled in to one.
"Is this what you were after?" Sho asked, cocking an eyebrow and leaning back against the doorframe.
Shun nodded several times, not trusting his mouth to work properly. Chuckling, Sho sidled over to the chair and leaned forward to purr in his captive's ear. "Class is now in session."
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Shoguri; implied pr0n
Rating: PG-13 (for implied sexual situations)
Word Count: ~350
Summary: Shun brought a suit (and accessories) home from work. Sho gets an idea.
Notes: CONTEXT! :D Is anyone really shocked I wrote MOAR Twitter RP fic? Really? lyricalidol remains my beta and crack dealer. :D
•••••
Cold metal pressed against the sensitive flesh at his wrists. A quick experimental struggle assured him they were, in fact, real handcuffs. Not something to be easily slipped out of. He knew he should've tested these out before letting Sho get his hands on them.
Shun's suit was going to get wrinkled with his arms at this angle, hands trapped at his back, he just knew it. But he was having trouble working up the energy to care. The straight-backed chair staunchly refused to give as he wiggled about a bit, trying to get in a more comfortable position. The show was about to start and he wanted to make sure he enjoyed it fully.
Teasing remarks all day, plus the sudden appearance of Sho's shiny hat, had Shun's imagination running wild. The sexual tension at dinner certainly hadn't helped. Sho knew exactly what he was doing as he slowly slurped the alfredo noodles. He was perfectly aware of Shun's feelings about his lips, his gorgeous, plump, heart shaped, rosy...Shun shook himself. Sho wasn't even in the room and he was getting Shun all hot and bothered. Though Shun suspected that's why he'd suddenly been handcuffed and abandoned in the dining room. Sho had begged off, saying he had to go do something in the other room, but would be right back. Ten minutes later Shun was still wondering why exactly he'd allowed Sho to do this.
And then he remembered.
Sho came around the corner painfully slowly, seductively. The shiny silver hat perched atop his head, bare-chested save for a multi-colored boa and where in the world did he get those chaps? He'd even managed to decorate his eyes with black liner. Shun swallowed hard. This was like Christmas and his birthday and every other holiday ever all rolled in to one.
"Is this what you were after?" Sho asked, cocking an eyebrow and leaning back against the doorframe.
Shun nodded several times, not trusting his mouth to work properly. Chuckling, Sho sidled over to the chair and leaned forward to purr in his captive's ear. "Class is now in session."