"This is just really kind of wrong," Jun hesitated for a second, but his fingers unconsciously traced the dips and curves of Aiba's body, biting his lip at Aiba's little sighs and shivers. Opening the door of his hotel room to Aiba wearing a cat-in-the-cream smile and holding a pair of handcuffs had been one of the more surreal points of the concert tour so far. (But then again, they hadn't been to wardrobe at all yet, and that was always bound to surpass anything in terms of surreality.)
"What's so wrong about it?" Aiba arched his hips off the mattress, moaning as Jun's hand brushed teasingly close to his groin. "You can - ah, you can do whatever you want to me like this. You can have me however you want."
Those words and Aiba's eyes, dark with desire, spiked Jun's nerves with a fierce urgency. He lunged forward, straddling Aiba's legs and kissing Aiba, open-mouthed and rough. Aiba laughed against his lips, hands straining against the cuffs as he tried to move against Jun at a better angle.
Maybe if the blood hadn't been rushing quite so loudly in Jun's ears, he would have heard the doorknob turning, but he was so absorbed with finding every little spot on Aiba's torso that would make him writhe and twist and moan that he didn't even realize that they weren't alone any more until Sho's voice trailed off into "- really don't think that they moved the briefing into Jun's room, Nino, all the staff wouldn't fi-..."
"Fuck," Jun said, staring at Sho while Sho stared at him while Aiba giggled underneath him. "Aiba, you didn't lock the door, did you?"
"Hey!" Nino stepped around Sho, pointing at the headboard. "Those are Leader's and mine."
I just--I used to know words and I could string them together and stuff but my brain melted a little at the hot Aiba/Jun and then I laughed hard enough to slosh the liquid brain out.
And I feel the need to repeat that the Aiba/Jun was really, really hot.
"What's so wrong about it?" Aiba arched his hips off the mattress, moaning as Jun's hand brushed teasingly close to his groin. "You can - ah, you can do whatever you want to me like this. You can have me however you want."
Those words and Aiba's eyes, dark with desire, spiked Jun's nerves with a fierce urgency. He lunged forward, straddling Aiba's legs and kissing Aiba, open-mouthed and rough. Aiba laughed against his lips, hands straining against the cuffs as he tried to move against Jun at a better angle.
Maybe if the blood hadn't been rushing quite so loudly in Jun's ears, he would have heard the doorknob turning, but he was so absorbed with finding every little spot on Aiba's torso that would make him writhe and twist and moan that he didn't even realize that they weren't alone any more until Sho's voice trailed off into "- really don't think that they moved the briefing into Jun's room, Nino, all the staff wouldn't fi-..."
"Fuck," Jun said, staring at Sho while Sho stared at him while Aiba giggled underneath him. "Aiba, you didn't lock the door, did you?"
"Hey!" Nino stepped around Sho, pointing at the headboard. "Those are Leader's and mine."
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I just--I used to know words and I could string them together and stuff but my brain melted a little at the hot Aiba/Jun and then I laughed hard enough to slosh the liquid brain out.
And I feel the need to repeat that the Aiba/Jun was really, really hot.
Also: Nino is SUCH a little bastard.
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