Victory
Title: Victory
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Ikuta Toma/Kato Ai
Summary: Post-VS Arashi celebration together
Notes/Warnings: For JE Smut/Kink Meme Nov. '09.
They’ve locked the green room door, and it’s probably obvious to anyone, but he’s so pleased about their victory that he doesn’t care. He never realized that winning at a TV game show would get her so excited, but the second they got in the room she locked the door and pulled him close.
Older women (okay, she’s not that much older at all) seem to be far more risk-taking, and Toma kind of likes that. He especially likes that about her when she’s sucking on his lip and wrapping her legs around him as he rocks against her. It can’t be all that comfortable on the countertop, but she hadn’t been in favor of the couch in the room. It apparently had a stain on it.
He knows Arashi, all five of them, are probably still in the building, probably still in their green room packing up to head out, but all Toma needs is right in front of him, whispering in his ear. He had been thisclose to making some kind of falling pipe joke when she’d pulled the condom from her bag and demanded he fuck her. And if anything, Toma didn’t like to disappoint a pretty lady.
Her nails are scratching at the back of his neck, under his shaggy, dyed hair, and he’s going to come any second if she keeps nipping at his earlobe with her teeth. She’s squeezing, tightening around him with a husky laugh, and he wraps his arm around her waist, ramming against her as hard as he possibly can without breaking the counter or breaking her. She likes it, whispering for him to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk.
She’s dirty, but only when she’s whispering in his ear. She’s only a dirty girl for him. He can’t hold it much longer, groaning uncontrollably as he comes, lips leaving a wet trail of kisses along her neck as his body slows down from his crazed movements.
She’s still laughing, not moving her legs so their bodies can stay joined for as long as they can stand it. He laughs too, wiping some sweat away from his forehead. This was a better prize than anything Fuji TV could have given him.
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Ikuta Toma/Kato Ai
Summary: Post-VS Arashi celebration together
Notes/Warnings: For JE Smut/Kink Meme Nov. '09.
They’ve locked the green room door, and it’s probably obvious to anyone, but he’s so pleased about their victory that he doesn’t care. He never realized that winning at a TV game show would get her so excited, but the second they got in the room she locked the door and pulled him close.
Older women (okay, she’s not that much older at all) seem to be far more risk-taking, and Toma kind of likes that. He especially likes that about her when she’s sucking on his lip and wrapping her legs around him as he rocks against her. It can’t be all that comfortable on the countertop, but she hadn’t been in favor of the couch in the room. It apparently had a stain on it.
He knows Arashi, all five of them, are probably still in the building, probably still in their green room packing up to head out, but all Toma needs is right in front of him, whispering in his ear. He had been thisclose to making some kind of falling pipe joke when she’d pulled the condom from her bag and demanded he fuck her. And if anything, Toma didn’t like to disappoint a pretty lady.
Her nails are scratching at the back of his neck, under his shaggy, dyed hair, and he’s going to come any second if she keeps nipping at his earlobe with her teeth. She’s squeezing, tightening around him with a husky laugh, and he wraps his arm around her waist, ramming against her as hard as he possibly can without breaking the counter or breaking her. She likes it, whispering for him to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk.
She’s dirty, but only when she’s whispering in his ear. She’s only a dirty girl for him. He can’t hold it much longer, groaning uncontrollably as he comes, lips leaving a wet trail of kisses along her neck as his body slows down from his crazed movements.
She’s still laughing, not moving her legs so their bodies can stay joined for as long as they can stand it. He laughs too, wiping some sweat away from his forehead. This was a better prize than anything Fuji TV could have given him.