so it's been a while
And I think I still need to re-post a couple more Five Acts fics, but first, something that isn't that.
Over the last week I watched Rescue with ryogrande for reasons that were mainly shirtless pull-ups. Sexy bathtime and all of the doting gazes that passed between Nakamassu were even more of a reason. That's what Rescue was about, right?
And I guess I should mention that what I know of Massu is this: dimpled cheeks! Longing gazes for Nakamaru! Sweet sparkly purple kicks during the Tegomasu no Ai concert!
Undisclosed Desires
Masuda Takahisa/Nakamaru Yuichi
R-- Massu takes charge?I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Nakamaru had retreated to his dressing room swiftly after he and Masuda had finished up their scuffle scene in Dachitabi, avoiding the other’s gaze as he shut the door behind himself.
Nakamaru slumped against the door, wondering what his problem was; this had to have been the umpteenth time he’d been shoved around in a drama, and why was it that it kept happening. Every time he got pushed around, he had to flee immediately afterward to keep from dying of complete mortification. Really, he hoped that no one, least of all his best friend, had ever noticed.
Releasing a deep breath, Nakamaru finally felt like he’d calmed down enough to be in the presence of others. However, when he opened the door, he came face to face with Massu, an uncharacteristic glint in his eye as he pushed Nakamaru back into the room, absently kicking the door shut and flailing a hand back towards the handle to make sure it was locked.
Hands tangled in Nakamaru’s collar, Massu pushed him backwards to the couch, climbing into his lap as he sat down with a quiet oof. Flushing crimson, Nakamaru tried his best to avoid Massu’s burning gaze, unable to keep the erection caused by the rough handling at bay. It wasn’t to be, Massu gripping his cheeks and chin tightly in one hand as he forced Nakamaru to make eye contact.
“Yuichi, I’ve noticed that you have... a little problem, every time I’ve ever manhandled you. Really, your running away after the scene was over every time, Rescue included, was not subtle, not at all. At first I paid it no attention, until Tegoshi made an off-hand remark recently while we were discussing past dramas. It really got me thinking. It got me thinking that maybe you really would like to be pushed around in the bedroom; I’ve had a while to mull it over, and really, if you’re okay with it, I’m okay with it. At least, we could try it just this once, and if you don’t like it, I won’t bring it up ever again. How does that sound, Yuichi?”
Nakamaru flushed more deeply as he listened to Massu’s speech; he really had been thinking it over, more than Nakamaru had ever realized. He glanced down at the end of Massu’s speech, nodding as best he could while still trapped in his hold. “Taka... I’m okay with it. I’ve only thought about something like that far too often...” Nakamaru trailed off, eyes finally meeting Massu’s. “Will you... dominate me?” The words felt awkward on his tongue, though that was quickly forgotten when Massu leaned forward to press a rough kiss against his lips, tongue intent upon urging his mouth open as his hand dropped down to hold Nakamaru against the back of the couch.
Nakamaru acquiesced, moaning as he felt Massu’s hand pressing against his collarbone, tongues tangling together until he thought he was getting dizzy from lack of oxygen, or maybe just the entire situation. Either way, Nakamaru relaxed, eyes slipping closed as Massu’s teeth nipped at his lower lip before continuing to the side of his neck. Nakamaru turned his head to the side, exposing the length of his neck for Massu’s taste test, gasping as he felt hands yanking at his clothes, the two breaking apart only long enough to pull his shirt up and over his head, dropping it carelessly next to them. The two of them had more important things to worry about than properly folding their clothes, though Massu did make sure that none of their tops ended up in the floor.
Massu stood up, unfastening his pants and freeing himself before sitting next to Nakamaru again. Massu’s deep voice whispered into his ear as he gave his orders. “Yuichi, I want you on your knees in front of me. Use your tongue; I know you can figure out what I want.”
Nakamaru moaned, blushing even more at the tone of Massus’ voice, slipping off the couch and onto his knees as he shuffled into place. He licked his lips a little nervously, sliding his hands up Massu’s thighs to pull his pants a bit further down, finally leaning forward to lick at the tip of Massu’s erection. Nakamaru felt encouraged by Massu’s rumbling sigh, and reached out a hand to tangle their fingers together before beginning to suck him down in earnest. He pulled back occasionally to lick the throbbing vein along the underside, prodding at the spot just beneath the head of Massu’s cock and earning fingers tangling in his hair to hold his head in place as Massu’s hips jerked. Nakamaru glanced up, eyes meeting Massu’s questioning gaze, answering the unspoken question by swallowing him down, cheeks holllowing as he continued sucking as Massu’s hips began to thrust into his mouth, hands keeping him in place while the tempo increased to a slow fuck.
Nakamaru moaned around Massu as he hit the back of his throat, muscles fluttering around the tip of his cock at the end of every thrust. Groaning as he bit out the words, Massu spoke again. “Yuichi, I’m getting close... I want you to swallow every bit down. Get ready.”
Eyes slipping shut, Nakamaru couldn’t help but moan again as he felt Massu’s thighs tense under his palms and the bitter warmth of his release spurt into his mouth, almost overwhelming Nakamaru with the intensity of it. He swallowed as much as he possibly could, a tiny drop left at the corner of his mouth as Massu slipped out. Massu swiped his thumb at the drop, eyes still dark as Nakamaru lapped at it.
Nakamaru remained kneeling as Massu tucked himself into his pants, then patted his lap in a way that could only be considered an invitation to sit. “Yuichi, lose the rest of your clothes and have a seat, facing away from me.”
He felt his dick throb at Massu’s casually spoken instructions, standing up shakily as he complied. Nakamaru carefully sat down, allowing Massu to drape his legs over his knees, breath hitching at the feeling of being spread wide open. Massu wrapped one strong arm around his waist and raised his free hand to Nakamaru’s mouth. “Come on, Yuichi. You know what to do.”
Nakamaru licked Massu’s palm, laving it and his fingers completely, sucking gently at the tip of Massu’s index finger before he pulled it away. Massu’s slick hand wrapped around his dick, finally; he tugged at Nakamaru almost unbearably slowly, whispering against his back. “Yuichi, I need you to tell me what you want.”
“Please, keep touching me, just... faster, harder, more. Taka, I want to come, and I want you to make it happen.” Nakamaru leaned back into Massu’s embrace as his words were heeded, breath hitching as Massu’s grip tightened and sped up. “Please, like this, keep going like this,” Nakamaru gasped, “I’m getting closer.”
Nakamaru couldn’t help but thrust his hips into Massu’s grip, breaths coming faster and faster as he got closer to release. When Massu stopped jerking him and pinned his hips in his embrace, Nakamaru whined brokenly. “Yuichi, I’m going to allow you to come, but only when I say you can. Do you understand?”
“Yes! Please, Taka, I’m so close, please don’t tease me.” The words were almost a sob, Nakamaru’s hands scrabbling at Massu’s arms. He felt Massu smile against his back as he pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade and began slowly stroking again. “Please, faster.”
Massu chuckled against Nakamaru’s back, finally going faster. He waited until Nakamaru’s chest was heaving, waiting only a few more agonizing minutes, speeding up even more, whispering his command at last. “Yuichi, come.”
Nakamaru’s hips stilled as his release spilled over Massu’s hand, breath whooshing out as he slumped back, eyes slipping shut in contentment. Massu couldn’t help but smile, prodding at Nakamaru’s side with his clean hand. “Come on, Yuichi, get up so we can clean up and finish work for today. After, how about coming with me to dinner, and maybe over to my place for a movie? You know, a proper date?”
Nakamaru nodded, readily agreeing as he recovered from his orgasm. “Of course, I’d love to, Taka, even if we’re going out of order.” He smiled over his shoulder at Massu, already envisioning their evening. Really, it hadn’t been that terrible, Massu finding out his secret.
Over the last week I watched Rescue with ryogrande for reasons that were mainly shirtless pull-ups. Sexy bathtime and all of the doting gazes that passed between Nakamassu were even more of a reason. That's what Rescue was about, right?
And I guess I should mention that what I know of Massu is this: dimpled cheeks! Longing gazes for Nakamaru! Sweet sparkly purple kicks during the Tegomasu no Ai concert!
Undisclosed Desires
Masuda Takahisa/Nakamaru Yuichi
R-- Massu takes charge?I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Nakamaru had retreated to his dressing room swiftly after he and Masuda had finished up their scuffle scene in Dachitabi, avoiding the other’s gaze as he shut the door behind himself.
Nakamaru slumped against the door, wondering what his problem was; this had to have been the umpteenth time he’d been shoved around in a drama, and why was it that it kept happening. Every time he got pushed around, he had to flee immediately afterward to keep from dying of complete mortification. Really, he hoped that no one, least of all his best friend, had ever noticed.
Releasing a deep breath, Nakamaru finally felt like he’d calmed down enough to be in the presence of others. However, when he opened the door, he came face to face with Massu, an uncharacteristic glint in his eye as he pushed Nakamaru back into the room, absently kicking the door shut and flailing a hand back towards the handle to make sure it was locked.
Hands tangled in Nakamaru’s collar, Massu pushed him backwards to the couch, climbing into his lap as he sat down with a quiet oof. Flushing crimson, Nakamaru tried his best to avoid Massu’s burning gaze, unable to keep the erection caused by the rough handling at bay. It wasn’t to be, Massu gripping his cheeks and chin tightly in one hand as he forced Nakamaru to make eye contact.
“Yuichi, I’ve noticed that you have... a little problem, every time I’ve ever manhandled you. Really, your running away after the scene was over every time, Rescue included, was not subtle, not at all. At first I paid it no attention, until Tegoshi made an off-hand remark recently while we were discussing past dramas. It really got me thinking. It got me thinking that maybe you really would like to be pushed around in the bedroom; I’ve had a while to mull it over, and really, if you’re okay with it, I’m okay with it. At least, we could try it just this once, and if you don’t like it, I won’t bring it up ever again. How does that sound, Yuichi?”
Nakamaru flushed more deeply as he listened to Massu’s speech; he really had been thinking it over, more than Nakamaru had ever realized. He glanced down at the end of Massu’s speech, nodding as best he could while still trapped in his hold. “Taka... I’m okay with it. I’ve only thought about something like that far too often...” Nakamaru trailed off, eyes finally meeting Massu’s. “Will you... dominate me?” The words felt awkward on his tongue, though that was quickly forgotten when Massu leaned forward to press a rough kiss against his lips, tongue intent upon urging his mouth open as his hand dropped down to hold Nakamaru against the back of the couch.
Nakamaru acquiesced, moaning as he felt Massu’s hand pressing against his collarbone, tongues tangling together until he thought he was getting dizzy from lack of oxygen, or maybe just the entire situation. Either way, Nakamaru relaxed, eyes slipping closed as Massu’s teeth nipped at his lower lip before continuing to the side of his neck. Nakamaru turned his head to the side, exposing the length of his neck for Massu’s taste test, gasping as he felt hands yanking at his clothes, the two breaking apart only long enough to pull his shirt up and over his head, dropping it carelessly next to them. The two of them had more important things to worry about than properly folding their clothes, though Massu did make sure that none of their tops ended up in the floor.
Massu stood up, unfastening his pants and freeing himself before sitting next to Nakamaru again. Massu’s deep voice whispered into his ear as he gave his orders. “Yuichi, I want you on your knees in front of me. Use your tongue; I know you can figure out what I want.”
Nakamaru moaned, blushing even more at the tone of Massus’ voice, slipping off the couch and onto his knees as he shuffled into place. He licked his lips a little nervously, sliding his hands up Massu’s thighs to pull his pants a bit further down, finally leaning forward to lick at the tip of Massu’s erection. Nakamaru felt encouraged by Massu’s rumbling sigh, and reached out a hand to tangle their fingers together before beginning to suck him down in earnest. He pulled back occasionally to lick the throbbing vein along the underside, prodding at the spot just beneath the head of Massu’s cock and earning fingers tangling in his hair to hold his head in place as Massu’s hips jerked. Nakamaru glanced up, eyes meeting Massu’s questioning gaze, answering the unspoken question by swallowing him down, cheeks holllowing as he continued sucking as Massu’s hips began to thrust into his mouth, hands keeping him in place while the tempo increased to a slow fuck.
Nakamaru moaned around Massu as he hit the back of his throat, muscles fluttering around the tip of his cock at the end of every thrust. Groaning as he bit out the words, Massu spoke again. “Yuichi, I’m getting close... I want you to swallow every bit down. Get ready.”
Eyes slipping shut, Nakamaru couldn’t help but moan again as he felt Massu’s thighs tense under his palms and the bitter warmth of his release spurt into his mouth, almost overwhelming Nakamaru with the intensity of it. He swallowed as much as he possibly could, a tiny drop left at the corner of his mouth as Massu slipped out. Massu swiped his thumb at the drop, eyes still dark as Nakamaru lapped at it.
Nakamaru remained kneeling as Massu tucked himself into his pants, then patted his lap in a way that could only be considered an invitation to sit. “Yuichi, lose the rest of your clothes and have a seat, facing away from me.”
He felt his dick throb at Massu’s casually spoken instructions, standing up shakily as he complied. Nakamaru carefully sat down, allowing Massu to drape his legs over his knees, breath hitching at the feeling of being spread wide open. Massu wrapped one strong arm around his waist and raised his free hand to Nakamaru’s mouth. “Come on, Yuichi. You know what to do.”
Nakamaru licked Massu’s palm, laving it and his fingers completely, sucking gently at the tip of Massu’s index finger before he pulled it away. Massu’s slick hand wrapped around his dick, finally; he tugged at Nakamaru almost unbearably slowly, whispering against his back. “Yuichi, I need you to tell me what you want.”
“Please, keep touching me, just... faster, harder, more. Taka, I want to come, and I want you to make it happen.” Nakamaru leaned back into Massu’s embrace as his words were heeded, breath hitching as Massu’s grip tightened and sped up. “Please, like this, keep going like this,” Nakamaru gasped, “I’m getting closer.”
Nakamaru couldn’t help but thrust his hips into Massu’s grip, breaths coming faster and faster as he got closer to release. When Massu stopped jerking him and pinned his hips in his embrace, Nakamaru whined brokenly. “Yuichi, I’m going to allow you to come, but only when I say you can. Do you understand?”
“Yes! Please, Taka, I’m so close, please don’t tease me.” The words were almost a sob, Nakamaru’s hands scrabbling at Massu’s arms. He felt Massu smile against his back as he pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade and began slowly stroking again. “Please, faster.”
Massu chuckled against Nakamaru’s back, finally going faster. He waited until Nakamaru’s chest was heaving, waiting only a few more agonizing minutes, speeding up even more, whispering his command at last. “Yuichi, come.”
Nakamaru’s hips stilled as his release spilled over Massu’s hand, breath whooshing out as he slumped back, eyes slipping shut in contentment. Massu couldn’t help but smile, prodding at Nakamaru’s side with his clean hand. “Come on, Yuichi, get up so we can clean up and finish work for today. After, how about coming with me to dinner, and maybe over to my place for a movie? You know, a proper date?”
Nakamaru nodded, readily agreeing as he recovered from his orgasm. “Of course, I’d love to, Taka, even if we’re going out of order.” He smiled over his shoulder at Massu, already envisioning their evening. Really, it hadn’t been that terrible, Massu finding out his secret.