OneShot: Guilty
Title: Guilty
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Junma
Notes: Written for laurachan2 . Also note that this is purely pointless smut with no plot whatsoever. Also note that this was written in under 2 hours at work. So no time to proofread it before publishing. Feel free to point out any glaring errors you might find.
Toma looked around the quiet apartment. He knew the apartment owner is going to show up any moment. Taking a deep breath he continued to stir the chocolate he was melting in a pot. He was sure strawberries with chocolate dip should set the mood just right. He was so engrossed in melting the chocolate that he never heard the front door open. He never heard the footsteps until the sound of a throat clearing from the door was heard. Gasping in surprise, Toma turned to face the kitchen entrance. He hurriedly turned off the stove, but knocked the pot over. He was too engrossed in the amused look of his boyfriend to notice his fingers dipping into the chocolate spilling over.
“Hello Ikuta,” came a raspy voice that sounded far too amused than it should have been.
“Y-you’re home early,” Toma licked his lips, keeping his not sticky hands behind him.
Jun raised an eyebrow and took a step into the kitchen, “What are you hiding from me?”
Shaking his head Toma moved back, bumping into the stove, “I’m not hiding anything from you.”
“What’s in your hands?” Jun continued questioning, taking another step closer.
Licking his dry lips, Toma shook his head again, “Nothing…”
With a chuckle, Jun closed the distance between the two, “Then why are you looking so guilty?”
Toma brought his sticky chocolate covered hands to show Jun, “See… nothing… there is nothing to be…guilty…”
“Chocolate,” Jun mumbled staring at Toma’s fingers.
“I… I thought chocolate dip… with strawberries would be nice…” Toma mumbled.
“We’re out of strawberries,” Jun whispered, faces mere inches away.
“Banana?” Toma asked, his eyes twinkling, “Ah, but wait… you always say chocolate adds on fat layers… that it’s not good for your health.”
“You can use a bit of flesh on your body… you’ve lost quite a bit of weight for the movie. Now that the shooting is finished, you should eat properly,” Jun said, his breath caressing Toma’s lips.
“But I’ve another movie lined up,” Toma’s breath hitched, his eyes turning dark with desire and he ‘accidentally’ put his sticky hands over Jun’s cheek, “Oh my. I’m sorry. I seem to have made a mess.”
Jun took a quick swipe at Toma’s bottom lip, “You can eat as much as you want before the next film’s crank in.”
Nodding his head in agreement, Toma leaned forward and licked Jun’s cheek, “Chocolate covered Jun is much more delicious than chocolate covered fruit.”
With a low rumbling growl that was barely heard, Jun pulled Toma into his embrace and kissed him thoroughly. His tongue swept across Toma’s lips relentlessly, demanding they give in to Jun’s persuasive tongue. Growing weak at the assault on his lips, Toma wrapped his arms around Jun’s waist completely forgetting about the chocolate and parted his delicate lips. Toma’s surrendering lips felt they opened up a flood gate Jun had been holding in place to rein in his desire. Neither knew when they left the kitchen or how they ended up in the bedroom. Their lips never stopped exploring the warm wet crevices of the other. It was only when the back of Toma’s legs knees bumped against the bed did they break for a breath of much needed oxygen.
Giggling softly, Toma pointed to Jun’s white silk shirt now covered in sticky chocolate sauce, “You are a mess. And… it looks like you are in need of some help down there.”
Jun followed Toma’s eyes to his shirt. His heart stopped in his chest for a few precious seconds before the bulge in his pants demanded his attention, “Well, it looks like you are in no shape to comment.”
Toma backed away and fell on the bed, looking extremely inviting as he sprawled on Jun’s cotton sheets, “Ah, this is nothing. Very minor. I can resist such small temptation. No need to concern yourself.”
Arching one of his waxed eyebrows, Jun shrugged out of his shirt and climbed onto the bed, “Oh really? So, you can resist this?” Jun’s hand slipped under Toma’s jeans to cup the erection.
Biting his lip, Toma tugged on Jun’s pants, “Ah, but I’m in a better position than you. Your pants can barely get past your hips!”
Staring into Toma’s eyes, Jun kneeled next to the man and released himself from the restricting pants, “There… no more distractions for me. How are you doing down there?”
Toma’s groan filled Jun with excitement as he palmed him, “Ah… no… no distractions… wait… what are you doing… that isn’t a distraction!” Toma protested as Jun pulled Toma’s t-shirt over his shoulders.
“It might not be distracting you, but it was distracting me,” Jun declared and immediately straddled Toma and trailed kisses down Toma’s jaw and neck to the collar bone while his hand continued to lazily stroke Toma through the jeans. Toma valiantly tried to tolerate, but Jun’s tongue over his exposed skin and the expert fingers were far too distracting, “Y-you’re right… they are a distraction…”
Triumphantly Jun unbuckled Toma’s belt and drew the zipper down. Toma raised his hips into the air helping Jun push the jeans to his knees where he tried to kick them off distractedly. His short breathless gasps increased as Jun ground their erections together. His choked moan was barely heard in the room as Jun licked Toma’s beaded nipple. His hands clutched the sheets and his toes curled as he felt Jun nip at his gently, “Jun… I think… these boxers are also a distraction…”
Chuckling Jun tugged Toma’s boxers off Toma roughly before discarding his own pair in the growing pile of clothes on the floor by the bedside. When their newly freed shafts touched each other, they hissed with satisfaction. Toma continued to moan wantonly as Jun kissed every inch of the exposed skin. Jun wrapped his lips around the over sensitized skin on Toma’s erection bringing forth a guttural moan indicating the state of Toma’s mind. Panting harshly, Toma stared into Jun’s darkened eyes and managed to whisper barely coherent words, “Now… please… take me!”
Jun quickly stepped away from the bed and searched through the top drawer of his dresser. His movements were haphazard as he heard Toma’s protest at leaving him behind to fend for himself in such a vulnerable state. Quickly finding what he was looking for, Jun walked back to the bed and tossed the lube and condom onto the bed next to Toma. Toma let out another protested gasp when he felt Jun’s hands on his waist and turned him over. His face turned another shade of red - from embarrassment and desire - as Jun placed a kiss high on his waist, right where he was extremely ticklish. Before Toma could process the tickling sensation, Jun had covered his fingers in the cold lube and thrust one finger into Toma’s puckered entrance.
Toma’s moan filled the bedroom as Jun thrust his finger in and out of Toma, preparing him for a second finger. When Jun was sure Toma could take another finger, he pulled out his finger completely and replaced his finger with two. Toma could barely form any thoughts other than wanting his body satisfied as he groaned into the pillow. He gripped the headboard with his fingers tightly as another finger joined in opening him up for Jun. Just as Toma thought he could take it no longer, the fingers left him abruptly, leaving him overtly exposed and suddenly cold.
The sound of the foil being ripped open mingled their collective gasps. Jun’s eyes lost focus several times as he unrolled the condom over his member. He could barely contain his trembling excitement as he squeezed some lube over the member filling the condom. Stroking himself once, Jun grabbed Toma’s waist and with no further warning thrust into the younger man, filling him completely. Their cries blended with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and were muffled by the walls.
When Jun’s fingers wrapped around Toma’s member, Toma nearly lost it. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the headboard, like his life depended on it when Jun continued to stroke him and at the same time thrust into him, hitting his pleasure spot. With a few more strokes, Toma moaned Jun’s name repeatedly into the pillows. Toma calling his name in the erotic voice nearly pushed Jun over the edge. Neither of them was prepared when Toma came undone in Jun’s arms. He spilled himself onto the cotton sheets and into Jun’s fingers with no warning.
Toma would have collapsed onto the bed if Jun hadn’t supported his weight with his arms. With a couple more thrusts, Jun exploded inside Toma seeing stars in bright daylight. With Jun’s strength completely sapped, Toma slid to the bed with a satisfied smile. Jun barely conscious, threw away the used condom and pulled Toma into a cuddle. They barely paid any attention to the evening sunlight spilling in through the curtains. Their breaths were slowly settling into a normal rhythm as did their heartbeats.
They could barely move their limbs and yet Jun couldn’t stop teasing Toma, “Now I know why you looked so guilty.”
“Umm?” Toma groaned questioningly.
“You always look guilty when you want sex,” Jun declared with a chuckle.
Toma blinked his eyes open and stared up at Jun’s smiling face, “No I don’t!”
“Oh, but you do. Every single time you want it, you look guilty. I should have figured it out before!” Jun grinned pulling Toma closer.
“Oh no! That won’t do at all! Imagine if I have to act a scene where I need to look all sexy but instead end up looking guilty. Imagine what a disaster that would be,” Toma frowned, a worry wrinkle creasing his forehead.
With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, Jun nodded his head, “That would be a problem. You need to learn how to look sexy. Perhaps I can teach you how to look sexy without looking guilty later.”
Toma relaxed in Jun’s hug and closed his heavy eyelids, “Learning from the master…”
“Indeed,” Jun agreed falling into a restful sleep with sunlight still pouring in through the windows.
[The End]
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Junma
Notes: Written for laurachan2 . Also note that this is purely pointless smut with no plot whatsoever. Also note that this was written in under 2 hours at work. So no time to proofread it before publishing. Feel free to point out any glaring errors you might find.
Toma looked around the quiet apartment. He knew the apartment owner is going to show up any moment. Taking a deep breath he continued to stir the chocolate he was melting in a pot. He was sure strawberries with chocolate dip should set the mood just right. He was so engrossed in melting the chocolate that he never heard the front door open. He never heard the footsteps until the sound of a throat clearing from the door was heard. Gasping in surprise, Toma turned to face the kitchen entrance. He hurriedly turned off the stove, but knocked the pot over. He was too engrossed in the amused look of his boyfriend to notice his fingers dipping into the chocolate spilling over.
“Hello Ikuta,” came a raspy voice that sounded far too amused than it should have been.
“Y-you’re home early,” Toma licked his lips, keeping his not sticky hands behind him.
Jun raised an eyebrow and took a step into the kitchen, “What are you hiding from me?”
Shaking his head Toma moved back, bumping into the stove, “I’m not hiding anything from you.”
“What’s in your hands?” Jun continued questioning, taking another step closer.
Licking his dry lips, Toma shook his head again, “Nothing…”
With a chuckle, Jun closed the distance between the two, “Then why are you looking so guilty?”
Toma brought his sticky chocolate covered hands to show Jun, “See… nothing… there is nothing to be…guilty…”
“Chocolate,” Jun mumbled staring at Toma’s fingers.
“I… I thought chocolate dip… with strawberries would be nice…” Toma mumbled.
“We’re out of strawberries,” Jun whispered, faces mere inches away.
“Banana?” Toma asked, his eyes twinkling, “Ah, but wait… you always say chocolate adds on fat layers… that it’s not good for your health.”
“You can use a bit of flesh on your body… you’ve lost quite a bit of weight for the movie. Now that the shooting is finished, you should eat properly,” Jun said, his breath caressing Toma’s lips.
“But I’ve another movie lined up,” Toma’s breath hitched, his eyes turning dark with desire and he ‘accidentally’ put his sticky hands over Jun’s cheek, “Oh my. I’m sorry. I seem to have made a mess.”
Jun took a quick swipe at Toma’s bottom lip, “You can eat as much as you want before the next film’s crank in.”
Nodding his head in agreement, Toma leaned forward and licked Jun’s cheek, “Chocolate covered Jun is much more delicious than chocolate covered fruit.”
With a low rumbling growl that was barely heard, Jun pulled Toma into his embrace and kissed him thoroughly. His tongue swept across Toma’s lips relentlessly, demanding they give in to Jun’s persuasive tongue. Growing weak at the assault on his lips, Toma wrapped his arms around Jun’s waist completely forgetting about the chocolate and parted his delicate lips. Toma’s surrendering lips felt they opened up a flood gate Jun had been holding in place to rein in his desire. Neither knew when they left the kitchen or how they ended up in the bedroom. Their lips never stopped exploring the warm wet crevices of the other. It was only when the back of Toma’s legs knees bumped against the bed did they break for a breath of much needed oxygen.
Giggling softly, Toma pointed to Jun’s white silk shirt now covered in sticky chocolate sauce, “You are a mess. And… it looks like you are in need of some help down there.”
Jun followed Toma’s eyes to his shirt. His heart stopped in his chest for a few precious seconds before the bulge in his pants demanded his attention, “Well, it looks like you are in no shape to comment.”
Toma backed away and fell on the bed, looking extremely inviting as he sprawled on Jun’s cotton sheets, “Ah, this is nothing. Very minor. I can resist such small temptation. No need to concern yourself.”
Arching one of his waxed eyebrows, Jun shrugged out of his shirt and climbed onto the bed, “Oh really? So, you can resist this?” Jun’s hand slipped under Toma’s jeans to cup the erection.
Biting his lip, Toma tugged on Jun’s pants, “Ah, but I’m in a better position than you. Your pants can barely get past your hips!”
Staring into Toma’s eyes, Jun kneeled next to the man and released himself from the restricting pants, “There… no more distractions for me. How are you doing down there?”
Toma’s groan filled Jun with excitement as he palmed him, “Ah… no… no distractions… wait… what are you doing… that isn’t a distraction!” Toma protested as Jun pulled Toma’s t-shirt over his shoulders.
“It might not be distracting you, but it was distracting me,” Jun declared and immediately straddled Toma and trailed kisses down Toma’s jaw and neck to the collar bone while his hand continued to lazily stroke Toma through the jeans. Toma valiantly tried to tolerate, but Jun’s tongue over his exposed skin and the expert fingers were far too distracting, “Y-you’re right… they are a distraction…”
Triumphantly Jun unbuckled Toma’s belt and drew the zipper down. Toma raised his hips into the air helping Jun push the jeans to his knees where he tried to kick them off distractedly. His short breathless gasps increased as Jun ground their erections together. His choked moan was barely heard in the room as Jun licked Toma’s beaded nipple. His hands clutched the sheets and his toes curled as he felt Jun nip at his gently, “Jun… I think… these boxers are also a distraction…”
Chuckling Jun tugged Toma’s boxers off Toma roughly before discarding his own pair in the growing pile of clothes on the floor by the bedside. When their newly freed shafts touched each other, they hissed with satisfaction. Toma continued to moan wantonly as Jun kissed every inch of the exposed skin. Jun wrapped his lips around the over sensitized skin on Toma’s erection bringing forth a guttural moan indicating the state of Toma’s mind. Panting harshly, Toma stared into Jun’s darkened eyes and managed to whisper barely coherent words, “Now… please… take me!”
Jun quickly stepped away from the bed and searched through the top drawer of his dresser. His movements were haphazard as he heard Toma’s protest at leaving him behind to fend for himself in such a vulnerable state. Quickly finding what he was looking for, Jun walked back to the bed and tossed the lube and condom onto the bed next to Toma. Toma let out another protested gasp when he felt Jun’s hands on his waist and turned him over. His face turned another shade of red - from embarrassment and desire - as Jun placed a kiss high on his waist, right where he was extremely ticklish. Before Toma could process the tickling sensation, Jun had covered his fingers in the cold lube and thrust one finger into Toma’s puckered entrance.
Toma’s moan filled the bedroom as Jun thrust his finger in and out of Toma, preparing him for a second finger. When Jun was sure Toma could take another finger, he pulled out his finger completely and replaced his finger with two. Toma could barely form any thoughts other than wanting his body satisfied as he groaned into the pillow. He gripped the headboard with his fingers tightly as another finger joined in opening him up for Jun. Just as Toma thought he could take it no longer, the fingers left him abruptly, leaving him overtly exposed and suddenly cold.
The sound of the foil being ripped open mingled their collective gasps. Jun’s eyes lost focus several times as he unrolled the condom over his member. He could barely contain his trembling excitement as he squeezed some lube over the member filling the condom. Stroking himself once, Jun grabbed Toma’s waist and with no further warning thrust into the younger man, filling him completely. Their cries blended with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and were muffled by the walls.
When Jun’s fingers wrapped around Toma’s member, Toma nearly lost it. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the headboard, like his life depended on it when Jun continued to stroke him and at the same time thrust into him, hitting his pleasure spot. With a few more strokes, Toma moaned Jun’s name repeatedly into the pillows. Toma calling his name in the erotic voice nearly pushed Jun over the edge. Neither of them was prepared when Toma came undone in Jun’s arms. He spilled himself onto the cotton sheets and into Jun’s fingers with no warning.
Toma would have collapsed onto the bed if Jun hadn’t supported his weight with his arms. With a couple more thrusts, Jun exploded inside Toma seeing stars in bright daylight. With Jun’s strength completely sapped, Toma slid to the bed with a satisfied smile. Jun barely conscious, threw away the used condom and pulled Toma into a cuddle. They barely paid any attention to the evening sunlight spilling in through the curtains. Their breaths were slowly settling into a normal rhythm as did their heartbeats.
They could barely move their limbs and yet Jun couldn’t stop teasing Toma, “Now I know why you looked so guilty.”
“Umm?” Toma groaned questioningly.
“You always look guilty when you want sex,” Jun declared with a chuckle.
Toma blinked his eyes open and stared up at Jun’s smiling face, “No I don’t!”
“Oh, but you do. Every single time you want it, you look guilty. I should have figured it out before!” Jun grinned pulling Toma closer.
“Oh no! That won’t do at all! Imagine if I have to act a scene where I need to look all sexy but instead end up looking guilty. Imagine what a disaster that would be,” Toma frowned, a worry wrinkle creasing his forehead.
With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, Jun nodded his head, “That would be a problem. You need to learn how to look sexy. Perhaps I can teach you how to look sexy without looking guilty later.”
Toma relaxed in Jun’s hug and closed his heavy eyelids, “Learning from the master…”
“Indeed,” Jun agreed falling into a restful sleep with sunlight still pouring in through the windows.
[The End]