[Flashfic] Silence
TITLE: Silence
AUTHOR: seleraf
FANDOM: Arashi
PAIRING: Sho Sakurai/Masaki Aiba.
RATING: NC-17
GENRE: Romance. Erotic.
WARNINGS: Slash. Flashfic. PWP.
DEDICATED TO: sylviakun
DISCLAIMERS: I unfortunately do not own them. This story is only a fiction.
NOTES: I wanted to translate this flashfic from Italian only for fun. English is not my mother-language so I decided to have it betaed by a friend, although it is not her mother-language too. If there are some mistakes, please forgive us me.
He shook rapper’s arms hard, while sweat drops ran down his neck, losing along the sternum; he observed charmed the other’s well-defined body: those not exagerated muscles he had always looked, the lips he had kissed many times, that gaze that had the ability to dissolve him in a nanosecond - his puppy-look was nothing in comparison. Studying every feature of Sho Sakurai was so absurdly tempting, simply exciting.
Masaki just slowed down the movement, turning it into a sluggish back and forth on the other, while he licked his lips with his eyes half closed, enjoyed the feeling of his guts shook, of his stomach upside down and of his body trembling with pleasure every time he heard that tangle of nerves tapped with such insistence. He groaned almost mewing, biting his lip with insistence. For all Gods existing, he did not believe he could prove such a pleasure.
He moved on him, leaving behind him the sluggish pace of beginning, and replacing it with a more hectic, trying to get more and more that feeling, he knew, it would have satisfied him; he gasped when he felt a hand of the other grasp gently his erection, fingering, caressing, rubbing a thumb against the tip. He swallowed a groan louder than the others, pushing more and more; the network began to creak and the headboard banged against the wall.
At that moment he heard a curse by Sho, who was holding a hip with his free hand, pandering with the pelvis the thrusts of the mood-maker, almost digging into him too much. The tone he used to pronounce his name as he did, his voice low and husky, made him dizzy for a moment and he felt more and more hot, pleasantly warm; Sho's hand wandered his entire hip up to the neck and pushed him down at him to kiss him passionate, biting, sucking and licking Masaki's lips.
The latter panted into the kiss when the pace of lover’s hand’s caresses became more hectic, almost as much as that of his hips.
Masaki repeatedly whispered Sho's name arching his back, feeling so close to saying goodbye to all the thoughts that were running through his head for few seconds. He welcomed that moment with a loud gasp, dirtying the other's hand and their stomachs.
He found himself under the other, without knowing how; Sho began to thrust into him with vehemence, stopping only when his every muscle stretched and other's name came from his lips like a stifled gasp, getting rid of that weight that oppressed his stomach.
Deposited a kiss on the neck of Masaki and, as always, he took off from the latter, cleaned both of them and lay down beside him without say a word.
Aiba did not like that silence moment, but he understood that wasn’t nothing to say in those moments even because sometimes he feared that the other might say things such as “that's wrong” or “let's stop it here”; to avoid it, he leaned himself on Sho’s body, resting his head on the other's chest and he smiled when he felt his head caressed.
Sho sighed slightly and then slowly left himself drag in those tender moments.
The way they kissed each other explained to Masaki that terror was unfounded: those kisses meant “let’s continue” and “that's what I want”.
When they felt asleep, Masaki understood that the daily would have lasted for long.
AUTHOR: seleraf
FANDOM: Arashi
PAIRING: Sho Sakurai/Masaki Aiba.
RATING: NC-17
GENRE: Romance. Erotic.
WARNINGS: Slash. Flashfic. PWP.
DEDICATED TO: sylviakun
DISCLAIMERS: I unfortunately do not own them. This story is only a fiction.
NOTES: I wanted to translate this flashfic from Italian only for fun. English is not my mother-language so I decided to have it betaed by a friend, although it is not her mother-language too. If there are some mistakes, please forgive us me.
He shook rapper’s arms hard, while sweat drops ran down his neck, losing along the sternum; he observed charmed the other’s well-defined body: those not exagerated muscles he had always looked, the lips he had kissed many times, that gaze that had the ability to dissolve him in a nanosecond - his puppy-look was nothing in comparison. Studying every feature of Sho Sakurai was so absurdly tempting, simply exciting.
Masaki just slowed down the movement, turning it into a sluggish back and forth on the other, while he licked his lips with his eyes half closed, enjoyed the feeling of his guts shook, of his stomach upside down and of his body trembling with pleasure every time he heard that tangle of nerves tapped with such insistence. He groaned almost mewing, biting his lip with insistence. For all Gods existing, he did not believe he could prove such a pleasure.
He moved on him, leaving behind him the sluggish pace of beginning, and replacing it with a more hectic, trying to get more and more that feeling, he knew, it would have satisfied him; he gasped when he felt a hand of the other grasp gently his erection, fingering, caressing, rubbing a thumb against the tip. He swallowed a groan louder than the others, pushing more and more; the network began to creak and the headboard banged against the wall.
At that moment he heard a curse by Sho, who was holding a hip with his free hand, pandering with the pelvis the thrusts of the mood-maker, almost digging into him too much. The tone he used to pronounce his name as he did, his voice low and husky, made him dizzy for a moment and he felt more and more hot, pleasantly warm; Sho's hand wandered his entire hip up to the neck and pushed him down at him to kiss him passionate, biting, sucking and licking Masaki's lips.
The latter panted into the kiss when the pace of lover’s hand’s caresses became more hectic, almost as much as that of his hips.
Masaki repeatedly whispered Sho's name arching his back, feeling so close to saying goodbye to all the thoughts that were running through his head for few seconds. He welcomed that moment with a loud gasp, dirtying the other's hand and their stomachs.
He found himself under the other, without knowing how; Sho began to thrust into him with vehemence, stopping only when his every muscle stretched and other's name came from his lips like a stifled gasp, getting rid of that weight that oppressed his stomach.
Deposited a kiss on the neck of Masaki and, as always, he took off from the latter, cleaned both of them and lay down beside him without say a word.
Aiba did not like that silence moment, but he understood that wasn’t nothing to say in those moments even because sometimes he feared that the other might say things such as “that's wrong” or “let's stop it here”; to avoid it, he leaned himself on Sho’s body, resting his head on the other's chest and he smiled when he felt his head caressed.
Sho sighed slightly and then slowly left himself drag in those tender moments.
The way they kissed each other explained to Masaki that terror was unfounded: those kisses meant “let’s continue” and “that's what I want”.
When they felt asleep, Masaki understood that the daily would have lasted for long.