You want to what? (OT5)
Title: You want to what?
Pairings: OT5, with a focus on Juntoshi, Yama, Kaze, Ohba and Sakumoto
Author’s note: Set in the Secrets and Consequences universe. Before the story.
Rating: NC17
Warning: Liberal assumptions about Arashi’s use and understanding of the English language. Use of profanity and innuendos and containing of sexual content. Use and abuse of Arashi lyrics as pick up lines. This is fic is fucking cheesy and contains cheesy fucking. You have been warned.
Summary: Sho should have known better then to offer Jun and Satoshi help with their English. 13 years was a long time to know someone and still fall for their tricks.
Authors note: With my crazy schedule I haven’t had a lot of time to write, and have been doing a lot of fic exchanges (self_exchange, and jent remix, and fqf anyone?). But I have been working on things. And have some juntoshi, another OT5, and a bunch of matsumiya in the works. Am taking suggestions/recommendations for Juba as well.
When his band makes had asked him for help with their English for their solos, Sho should have known that something was not quite right with it. His English was reasonable, his mother had made sure of that, and while Satoshi had more English in his songs than normal it seemed Jun’s solo was mostly in English. It hade sense that they wanted to practice, and neither was super strong in English, though Jun was stronger than their leader. When they met him in the green room that day, coming early for a shooting since it was when their schedules worked best he really should have known something was up. Jun looked far too happy to be awake. That in and of itself was a sign as it was not yet even 9am. But Sho trusted his band mates. Despite Jun’s happiness, despite the twinkle in Satoshi’s eye and the quirk to his lips that Sho knew meant his band mates were up to nothing that was good or wholesome, he still trusted them, after all these years together. It was one of his many fatal flaws, and was more likely to be the death of him that skydiving for a show, or those damned suspension stunts in Kokuritsu.
He had not yet seen the lyrics yet. Just been told that Satoshi had a phrase that he needed to work on. And Jun had several, but that they didn’t need a lot of help from Sho, but if he could just listen and give them feedback on their pronunciation that would be good.
And so he had agreed. Jun had bribed him with fancy coffee, and Satoshi with fresh baked croissants, and while he didn’t need to be bribed, as he would help then any time that he could, and the earnestness in Jun’s gaze, and the slightly pouty plea from Satoshi had done him in the few days prior when they requested it. He should have known better.
Now he was wondering if that was a mistake, as Jun and Satoshi settled into their chairs. Jun lead Satoshi to his chair, his hand lingering on the small of his back for just a moment, and there was nothing unusual about that, as in private they were all want to touch one another in ways that would be considered fan service if there was anyone around to see. But the only one there was him. They did not need to play to him, they already had him.
“Ready, Sho-kun?” Jun asked, settling into a chair and pouring the older a cup of coffee, pushing is across the table with a grin. Sho and Jun both took their coffee (when it was good coffee) black, and Sho took a moment to hold the cup between his hands, warming them and just taking in the scent of the coffee. This was good coffee, as expected from Jun.
“All I have to do is let you know when you say something wrong?” He inquired and Satoshi nodded in confirmation.
“Jun-kun and I will be talking back and forth, using English, and you just have to correct us when we make a mistake.”
Sho nodded. It seemed easy enough. Not quite sure how it worked with their songs, but sometime it was best not to question Satoshi.
Jun looked to Satoshi, angling his chair so that he was looking towards their leader, his lips curving into a languid smile as he glanced a paper that he was holding in his hand.
“Satoshi?” Jun paused and Satoshi hmmed encouragingly. “Satoshi, you know, I’ll be your hunk.”
Sho inhaled the coffee he was sipping in surprise. The smile on Satoshi’s face was wide, as he beamed back to Jun.
“Jun, don’t ever go, ever go, ever go, go away.”
Sho then inhaled so much coffee that he then proceeded to cough up a lung and the coffee.
Jun arched an eyebrow at him in question, but Sho just waved a hand at him.
“Go on. I’m fine.” He squeaked and Satoshi nodded, pushing a croissant at him with a smile.
“We’re dancing all night long.” Jun’s voice was lower than usual, Sho was sure.
“I need you, Jun.” Satoshi answered in an instant, and this time Sho managed not to choke on his croissant, pausing mid bite, but there might have been a strangled noise.
“We wanna fuck. We need to fuck.” The words slipped so easily from Jun’s lips that Sho was not sure if he heard wrong.
“I love you.” Satoshi looked to Jun, then Sho as he spoke, and it was when Jun spoke again that Sho realized he had indeed heard correctly.
“Satoshi, you fuck me up all night long.”
Satoshi hmmed, grinning, as he reached over to take Jun’s hand in his own. “I wish to be with y-“
“Wait!” Sho managed to choke out around bites of his croissant, though it was more of a mumble. “Nonononononono.” He put the food down and looked from Jun to Satoshi, both looking the picture of innocence. “That is not what it says. Let me see that sheet.” He snapped, reaching across the table and grabbing it from Jun.”
“You are saying it wrong. It says funk.”
“Exactly, fuck.” Jun leaned against the table, looking at Sho, his chin resting on his hands, and Satoshi shifted his chair so his head lay on Jun’s shoulder, nuzzling his cheek lightly.
“I do want to fuck.” His voice was soft, and from the sharp intake of breath Jun made Sho was quite certain that Satoshi’s hand was somewhere it was not supposed to be for an English lesson.
“FUNK.” Sho repeated, his voice louder and Jun nodded.
“That is what I am saying. Fuck.”
“Not fuck, FUNK. F. U. N. K. Funk.”
It was at that moment that the door was pushed open, and then clicked closed, Aiba and Nino slipping inside, though Sho thought he heard the lock click.
Neither spoke, but Sho could see that both were amused, and when Nino slipped up beside him, and pulled the paper from his hand, he didn’t resist. What was the point? Nino always got what he wanted.
Skimming the page Nino smirked at Jun, and Jun answered with a wide smile.
“I didn’t think you had it in you, Jun-pon. I am impressed.”
“All I am doing is having Sho help me with my English. Satoshi and I both needed the help for our solos.” His voice was soft, though Sho could see the self-satisfaction there. Why, he was not sure. “I seem to be having issue with pronouncing fuck though.”
Nino hmmed, and after placing a kiss on Sho’s cheek took the paper and slipped up behind Jun, leaning against him, slipped the paper in front of his face.
“You know, Sho-chan. I don’t think that Riida and MatsuJun have been fully honest with you about this.” Aiba’s voice was lilting, as his hands worked the slight tension out of Satoshi’s shoulders, and it was distracting the way that he leaned back into Aiba moaning. It sounded quite similar to when-Sho cut that line of thinking off immediately. They had a pretty strict no sex at work policy. It would not do to even start thinking of going down that path.
“This one was what you wanted, huh?” Nino asked, pointing, and Jun nodded, sighing as Nino leaning in for a kiss, and all Sho could do was watch and blink in confusion. What happened to the policy? That was not the kind of kiss one shared when one wanted to show affection, not from the way that Nino moaned into the kiss, or the way that Jun’s arm arched up over Nino’s neck and held him closer. He could see, for a moment, their entwined tongues, as they parted just slightly to breath. Defiantly not innocent but undeniably hot. When the kiss broke Nino grinned from beside Jun.
“I am surprised you haven’t figured it out yet, Sho-kun. It’s been years already.” Nino smirked, and Jun smacked him slightly, but didn’t interrupt. “You see your innocent little J here has a bit of a fetish centered around you and English. And I don’t blame him. You voice just gets deeper, and it’s quite sexy. To hear you saying fuck like that, well J is a little excited.” Nino slipped an arm down Jun’s body, tweaking a nipple before moving down to cup him, and to Sho’s surprise Jun was indeed turned on. Though it could have just been that kiss.
“English?” He choked.
Nino nodded.
“English?” He repeated.
This time Jun nodded.
“This song is dirty too.” Nino grinned, licking at Jun’s neck. “I like it.”
“You would.” There was no heat in the words, and Jun took the paper from Nino, flipping it face down on the table. Sho could see the predatory nature of his gaze, and wished that he had indeed read their solo lyrics before hand. Then he might have been prepared for this. It appeared that Jun did not actually need help with his solo at all.
“So you are going to tell him, Jun?” Satoshi’s voice was soft, and Sho could see Aiba whispering things in the eldest members ear, and Satoshi nodding in response, though he was watching Jun with intense concentration.
“Ready?” Jun asked, and Satoshi hmmmed, focusing his concentration on Jun, who was watching Sho.
“You fuck me up all night long.” Jun’s gaze didn’t move from Sho, who swallowed nervously.
“That isn’t quite true. I think that was actually what Jun was doing last night to Sho-chan.” Aiba whispered and Nino nodded his agreement.
“But you were doing Jun as well.” Nino hissed back, and Sho could see that Satoshi was having a hard time not laughing.
“I want to be with you.” His lips quirked into a smile.
“Satoshi…. Tell me what you want to be, baby.” Jun’s voice was deep, and he made no effort to disguise the fact that he wanted sex. The darkness of his gaze, the way his lips parted slightly as Nino’s hands traversed his body. The way his tongue darted out to wet his lips. His gaze, however, didn’t deviate from Sho.
“I wanna be hung up on love.” Satoshi’s words were almost a moan and Aiba’s soft giggle and the sound of a zipper made it quite clear what the other was doing.
“Oh-chan is quite hung.” He stage whispered, and Sho could not help but nod in agreement. Jun was close enough, that Aiba did get smacked ever so fondly on the head. One was not rough with another bandmate when they had another’s cock in their mouth. Never ended well.
“You make me feel alright.” Jun didn’t move his head, but one hand wound itself into Nino’s hair, pulling his down for a kiss, even as Satoshi answered.
“Take it, Jun. Like a supernova next to the door.” His voice was coming out in small pants, and Sho could not see beneath the table, but Aiba had disappeared, so there was no need to postulate what Aiba was doing, not when Satoshi’s eyes were closed, his mouth open in pleasure.
“You know that Oh-chan likes to watch. Sho. Just think about it. Up against a door. Anyone could see. Anyone could hear as they walk down the hallway. Can’t you see J there, imagine his face?” Nino’s voice was soft.
“Tell him what you want, J.” Nino urged.
Jun nodded, pushing his chair away from the table. He beckoned to Sho and the moved to stand in front of Jun. Nino’s hands had been above the table where Sho could see them the entire time, but Jun’s fly was open, though Sho could see his arousal, covered by his boxers.
Jun beckoned Sho closer still, one hand pulling him close, so he could whisper in his ear. Sho could feel Jun’s breath hot against his ear, even as Nino began kissing along his jaw line. Jun’s other hand trailed down along his arm, until their hands met.
“Sho, you want to suck my love.”
Jun guided Sho’s hand to his cock; Sho could feel the arousal that he could see before.
“You swallow every drop.”
Sho was powerless to stop the moan as Nino’s voice joined in.
“Every drop, Sho-chan. J is asking nicely, and he doesn’t ask for things like this, you know that.” Nino spoke between kisses along Sho’s jawline, Jun’s hand moving up to pull Sho’s lips to his in a kiss, sucking lightly on his tongue as a hand twined in his hair, holding Sho in place.
“How long?” Sho panted when the kiss broke, and it was Aiba who chimed back, his voice muffled from under the table, though he was scrambling to get out and stand, evidence of his work clearly visible in Satoshi’s arousal.
“Half an hour, Sho-chan. You can do it, right?” Aiba’s voice held a note of innocent, though the twinkle in his eye indicated that he was anything but innocent, just mischievous. “MatsuJun is rather excited, after all. Half an hour would be a bit long to make him wait you know.”
“I don’t think J has that kind of stamina, do you?” Nino spoke against Sho’s neck and Jun let go of Sho to pull Nino too him, their foreheads resting against one another.
“I can last longer than the four of you can, I guarantee it.” His voice was a low growl and Sho could hear the smirk in Nino’s voice.
“We shall see.” He shrugged Jun’s hand off and turned to Sho.
“Well, Sho-chan, get at it. We don’t have much time.”
“But what about-“ Sho stopped speaking when Aiba chuckled and guided him down to his knees.
“Kazu-chan and I have a bit of a bet going on. With two weeks of free meals for all of us when I win.” His eyes were alight with mischief and Jun glanced at them with half lidded eyes, his gaze shifting between Sho, who was kneeling between his legs, and Aiba and Nino, who were standing close beside him.
Nino nodded. “I think that while Jun’s mouth is wonderful, there is no way that he can suck us both off at the same time.”
“I have faith in Jun’s mouth and his skills.” Aiba’s voice was confidence and Jun smirked.
“I can take it.”
“Can you?” Satoshi breathed, and Sho’s voice caught as Satoshi’s words were breathed against his neck, arms hugging Sho loosely as his weight settled behind Sho. Sho could feel the others cock against him, hard from Aiba’s earlier ministrations. “I would love to see that, Jun.”
“As you wish.” Jun turned his head to look at Nino and Aiba. “Ready, Masaki, Kazu?”
“For my cock in your mouth? Always.” Aiba’s voice was husky as he leaned in to kiss Jun, swallowing the moan that Jun let out as Sho licked along Jun’s cock.
None of them were bad with their mouths, but Jun, Sho and Nino were the best at giving head. And Aiba had not been joking when he had commented that Satoshi got off watching them have sex. So really, no one here was loosing, except maybe Sho, but Satoshi was very very good with his hands, so Aiba was sure that it would be just fine. How could anything go wrong in a hand job from Satoshi? Well, there was that one time, on the boat, where a wave had rocked the ship just a bit too hard, and Satoshi had yanked more than stroked, and that had bruised for days, but that had not been Satoshi’s fault, not really. It just meant that sexy times on the ship were limited.
Aiba could feels Nino’s hands working open his pants, pulled them and his boxers down over his hips and he obligingly stepped out of them, not breaking the kiss with Jun. Jun was pliant beneath him, allowing Aiba to curl a hand in his hair, pull him close in the kiss, but Aiba also knew just how much Jun enjoyed blow jobs. He and Satoshi had planned this entire thing for that purpose after all, so Aiba was not too concerned that the moans that he swallowed as he kissed Jun were in part due to Sho.
“Masaki…” Nino whined beside him and he broke the kiss. Stepping back. Nino was beside him, also stripped of his pants, and he was idly stroking himself.
“J promised that he wouldn’t come. So when one of us does, we are out. Last one standing…” Aiba could not help but snicker, and Jun reached out to gently smack Nino’s hip, before pulling him close to take kittenish licks at the head of his cock. “…is out, and done. Deal?” His words were a whimper, Jun’s grip tight on his hip, and it sounded like Sho agreed, though it was hard to make out words when his mouth was enthusiastically occupied with Jun’s cock.
“Alright, Jun, we will need to be nice and wet for this.” Aiba gently smacked Nino’s ass, pushing him closer to Jun, and the youngest parted his lips willingly, taking Nino all the way in, sucking on his length with enthusiasm.
“So pretty.” Satoshi’s voice was a moan, his eyes darting between Jun and Sho’s mouths. He was pressed flush up against Sho’s back, grinding up against him, his hand moving in time with his thrusts. Sho’s cheeks were hollowed around Jun, his head moving up and down the length, taking him in and out, and Sho’s hands were braced on the chair and Jun’s hips, holding him down to he could not thrust deeply. Satoshi knew from experience that this was because as Sho took him in, he was taking all of Jun in, deep down into his throat, and he was doing his best to make sure that Sho was moaning around Jun’s length, with a twist of his wrist on each stroke of his hand, gripping tighter at the tip, running his thumb across the tip, rolling his hips up as he stroked down towards Sho’s balls. “So fucking pretty. Sho looks best when he is sucking cock. And Jun, I cannot wait to see Jun with Masaki and Kazu’s cocks in this mouth. You can imagine it, can't you Sho. All you will have to do is look up, and see it. He’s sucking Kazu now, but Masaki is anxious, you can tell from the way he is stroking Jun’s cheek, and the grip that he has on Kazu’s hips, helping him thrust and open Jun up like that.”
Satoshi did not talk a lot as a rule, but he tended to talk during sex, and from the way that Sho was trembling against him, he knew that he was doing his job. He was not sure that Sho would be able to last until Jun game. After all the youngest had accepted a challenge from Nino, and he hated to loose. And while Nino was known to be the powerhouse with short recovery, Jun had longevity. And if he wanted to be the last to come, it was almost certain that it would be the case.
“Nino, its my turn now.” Aiba guided Nino out of the way, and with one firm suck, Nino was released from Jun’s mouth with a pop.
“Once I am working on you, then Kazu can join. I trust you two practiced the mechanics, since it is your experiment?” Jun’s voice was slightly hoarse, his lips red and wet with saliva, and Aiba nodded.
“This is a very important experiment, we thought of everything, Jun.” He leaned down, capturing Jun’s lips in a bruising kiss, and could not help but moan, as he tasted the muskiness of Nino’s cock on Jun’s lips.
“You going to last though this, Nino?” Aiba could hear Nino growl.
“I can last longer than you. I know you got very excited when you and Riida were having fun earlier. You just had to touch yourself, didn’t you?” Nino snapped back, guiding Aiba’s cock to Jun’s mouth even as he spoke, the motions gentle in spite of the tone of the words.
“That’s good Jun, just like that.” Aiba moaned, Jun’s tongue swirling around his length as he gently thrust, shallow at first, and then deeper and deeper. “Just like that.” He was sure that the position was not the most comfortable for Jun, his head turned sidewise to he could suck them off, unable to watch Sho working him, but that did not stop Aiba from watching Sho. Glancing down at Sho and Satoshi, he could see Satoshi smirk, Sho shudder against Satoshi, one hand working at his length while the other had a firm grip around his base.
“Not yet, Sho, its too soon. We still have so much to see. You don’t want to come before Kazu and Masaki are both in Jun’s mouth do you? You are supposed to suck every drop.”
Aiba knew Sho well enough to know that if he were not sucking off Jun, he would tell Satoshi that his hands were doing nothing to help make sure that he lasted. And he knew Satoshi well enough to know that their Riida would just chuckle and quicken the pace of his hands, the sharpness of his thrusts against Sho. And he also knew, from the way that Sho was moaning as Satoshi ground against him, thrusting his hips into Sho and working Sho’s cock against his hand that Sho would much prefer that Satoshi not stop. But as soon as Satoshi loosened his grip on Sho’s cock it would be over for the caster. The desperation of his hip thrusts, the heavy breaths that he was making around Jun’s cock as he sucked, the glazed look in his eyes, and the fact that his hands had fallen away from Jun’s hips were clue enough. Jun’s hands were bracing himself on the chair so he could thrust into Sho’s mouth, and catching Satoshi’s eyes, Aiba knew that as soon as Jun had taken both him and Kazu in (which he was certain Jun could do as he had taken both Satoshi and Aiba at once before, and Satoshi was larger than Nino (though Nino did not need to know that this was an experiment that they had done before)) that Sho would be spilling over Satoshi’s hand and the floor. Aiba also knew, from the way that he could feel the desire coiling as Jun moaned around his own length, that he himself would not be lasting long, at least not with Kazu’s cock rubbing against his own in Jun’s mouth. Just the thought of what was almost happening enough to make him come, but he had more disciple than that, though the way that Jun’s lips curved upwards in a small smile around his cock, and his eyes brows arched, Aiba knew that Jun was well aware of Jun how close he was.
Reluctantly Aiba pulled away, pulling Nino too him and brushing a kiss across his temple.
“I think we are ready.” His voice was a breathy giggle and Nino snapped, “You think?” back, even as he pressed in close to Aiba, and to Jun. They were hip to hip, angled so their cocks were together and Aiba gathered them both in his hand, pulling them close and shuffling up against Jun, so his face between them, able to rest on either Nino or Aiba’s hips
“I don’t know how much you will be able to see from down there, Oh-chan.” Nino commented, as he himself could not see around Aiba to watch Sho and Satoshi, though he also moaned as Jun’s tongue darted out, lapping at their lengths.
“You will have to get closer than that for this to work.” His voice was deep, but controlled, and he guessed that for the moment Sho had stopped sucking Jun off as this started, and twisting his torso and head around so he could look presented quite a pretty sight. Jun’s cock, hard and wet brushed up against Sho’s cheek. Sho’s head was thrown back, eyes closed mouth opened as he panted and trembled, Satoshi caught his gaze with a grin, his hands never stopping as they worked over Sho’s length. Grinning back, Nino nudged Jun and Aiba, urging them to turn and watch.
“Were all watching you Sho-chan. Waiting. Are you ready? Jun’s still waiting you know.”
“I can’t -I just-“ The usually coherent Sho moaned, gasping and panting and Jun shifted, capturing Sho’s lips in an open mouthed kiss, tongues twining together even and Satoshi finally released his grip on the base of Sho’s cock. Satoshi stroked once more, and Sho cried out, his hands flying up to pull Jun in for another kiss muffling his cries as he came, shuddering and thrusting against Satoshi’s hands. Satoshi’s movements slowed as Sho began to calm, slowing in his thrusts against his hand, and he released Jun, gazing up at the younger with a glazed expression.
“You’re still….” He started but Jun just smiled, placing a kiss on his forehead. “Satoshi will take care of it.”
“This way, we can see Jun suck both of them off.” Satoshi was obviously pleased, and while his tone was not gloating, it was satisfied.
“Nice plan, Riida.” Aiba flashed him a grin and a victory v and Satoshi’s eyes crinkled as he grinned back, returning the motion. Satoshi stood, pulling Sho up with him, and maneuvered the sated man to a better vantage position, leaning against the table where they could watch.
“You will have to stay here. You can’t touch, remember?” Satoshi’s words were low, his hands tracing along Sho’s hips, easing him down from the high of his orgasm and he hmmed, watching as Aiba and Nino shifted closer to Jun.
“Open wide and say aaaah Jun.” Aiba’s voice was breath and Nino and Jun both reached up to smack the older man, Jun on his hip and Nino on the back of the head, but both were gentle. Jun, however, did was he was told, opening his mouth. Aiba slid in first, and Jun’s mouth closed around him, sucking and rewetting his length. Nino shifted closer, his hand going to Jun/s cheek, tangling in the hair at the base of his neck, and Satoshi could see his thumb tracing gently over his skin Jun opened his mouth again. Satoshi could not tear his eyes away as Nino’s length disappeared inside Jun’s mouth, and from the angle he was at it looked like their lengths were crossing in Jun’s mouth somehow, the tip of Nino’s cock pressing against the Jun’s cheek.
“Fuck.” Nino moaned, his hands tightening in Jun’s hair, and Satoshi could see Aiba trembling, as he tired to hold still, letting Jun adjust. He could see Jun’s throat move, and a wicked flash in the youngest members eyes, and both Nino and Aiba moaned.
“I think that means move.” Sho breathed, his eyes intent on the scene in front of him, and Satoshi hmmed his agreement, pushing off the table and shuffling over to them. He stood beside Jun, holding his head steady with gentle hands that were tangled in his hair, brushing his bangs from his head. His hands traced the sharp lines of Jun’s cheeks, fingers brushing against the tips of Nino and Aiba’s cocks as they pressed against Jun’s cheeks, and he could feel Sho pressed up against his back, watching over his shoulder.
“So fucking beautiful. Jun is beautiful like this.” Satoshi breathed, and he could feel the heat of a blush on Jun’s cheeks beneath his fingers.
“Jun is always beautiful.” Aiba managed to moan out the compliment, and Satoshi could tell that he was close; the frantic snap of his hips a sharp contrast to the steady pace of Nino’s thrusts.
“But there is something special about how he looks when he sucks us off. Are you watching, Masaki, the way your cock just disappears in his mouth, running against Kazu as you thrust. I am sure that Jun’s tongue is working against you, and you know that things that he can do with that tongue.” Sho’s voice was low, he was using his English speaking voice, and Satoshi could feel Jun shudder beneath his hand, moaning, and that was enough to set Aiba off, his hips snapping forward one, hands flying to tangle with Satoshi’s in Jun’s hair.
“Fuck, oh fuck Jun….” He moaned as he came, and as Masaki pulled out Jun’s mouth, Nino mostly pulled out, letting Jun’s tongue trace his lips, swallowing as best he could around Nino’s cock.
“Just me and Oh-chan left, Jun. Can you last that long?” Nino asked, shifting slightly so he could thrust straight into Jun’s mouth.
The answering arch of the eyebrow as Nino’s hips snapped forward indicated that yes, Jun was more than confident that he would be able to outlast Nino. After all, Satoshi was on his side though there was no way that Nino would know that.
Satoshi’s hands fell away from Jun’s hair, settling into Jun’s lap. A hand gently stroked the younger. Not enough to get him off, but it was enough to keep him very interested and excited.
“You know, Masaki. It was nice to see what that looked like. When you and I fucked Jun’s mouth like that, I wondered what he looked like.” He flashed a grin at Aiba, who was hovering with Sho, leaning against the table.
Nino’s movements stuttered.
“You mean, you had done this before?” His voice was hoarse, breathy, but Satoshi could hear the disbelief in his tone.
“Of course. I don’t make bets against you that I won't win, Kazu.” Aiba flashed the other man a grin and Nino’s growl turned into a moan as Jun did something with his mouth, a hand traveling to pull Nino’s hips closer.
“Fuck.” Nino cursed against and Satoshi just hmmed.
“Can you imagine it, Kazu? Jun was kneeling. We didn’t plan it; it was just something that happened. Jun got so worked up, and we wouldn’t let him touch himself while it happened. I don’t think he has ever come so hard in his life, when we finally let him come.” Satoshi paused, shifting so he was holding both himself and Jun’s cocks in his hands. He flashed a grin at Jun, and he could see Jun’s lips quirk just slightly around Nino’s cock. “Just like he is now. Just look at us here. I can hardly hold both of us. Look Kazu.” Satoshi was not asking, he was demanding, and Kazu’s gaze was drawn to where his hand help both of him, his hips rocking slightly as his hand worked their lengths.
“Look how much he wants this, Kazu. Come for us?” Satoshi requested as Jun moaned around Nino’s length, a hand moving to trace the length of his ass, a finger disappearing between his cheek and profanities flew from his lips as his orgasm was torn from him. Sucking gently on his length a few more times Jun shot a grin up at Nino.
“Three down, just one to go.”
“Ass.” Nino’s words had no heat to them, and he was pulled into Aiba’s embrace.
“We don’t have much time, Riida, and Jun looks like we were just fucking his mouth. His lips are so red and swollen.”
“Hmm.” Satoshi smiled, leaning in to kiss Jun, languid, and the movement of his hips and his hands sped up. He himself was close, has been for a while now, and Jun would not last much longer himself. Jun’s hands trembled as they traveled up to bury themselves in Satoshi’s hair, pulling the other man closer to him, the kiss turning fierce. Jun’s hips snapped up, working in tandem with Satoshi’s, increasing the friction and Satoshi’s grip didn’t slacked as he himself came, spilling into his hand. With a few more stokes, Jun came as well, his entire body shuddering with the effort, and while he broke the kiss he still panted, his eyes closed and his head falling back.
“You did good, Jun.” Satoshi kissed the younger’s chin, and he was not surprised when Sho brought them a moistened towel. Helping them clean themselves up and arrange themselves on the couch. Aiba and Nino moved around the room, lighting candles and spaying febreeze to get rid of the smell of sex, but Jun still had not opened his eyes, allowing is band mates to manipulate him and shuffle him around the room. He was curled up on the couch, leaning into Satoshi, who was looking very pleased with himself.
“Such a good plan.” He commented lightly and Aiba nodded his agreement.
“Riida and Jun have the best plans.” He paused and chuckled. “Experimental conclusion: Lunch on Kazu for two weeks.”
“You cheated!” Nino protested and Satoshi chuckled and Aiba snapped back. “But you didn’t ask if I had done it before. You said Jun couldn’t do it. I said I knew that he could. It is your own fault for not asking.”
“He has a point, Kazu.” Sho added, and Nino sighed, grumbling under his breath.
“Eating meals on Kazu for the next weeks would be fun, but work would be hard. Too distracting.” Jun muttered sleepily from the couch and Nino glanced over in concern.
“You OK, J?” He settled onto the couch, curling into Jun’s other side, and Jun nodded, shifting to curl into Nino’s side.
“Jaw is a little sore. Worth it through.” His and sought out Nino’s and he squeezed it gently, dropping it when there was a knock on the door.
“Arashi-san, you are on in five minutes!” The AD for todays project called out, and Sho answered with a yes, and thank you.
“We should start every day like this.” Jun’s voice was sleepy and Nino knew that he was dozing off, but they would give him all the time that they could. And if Nino knew their schedules well enough, he would be repaying the favor later that evening with Jun. That was a thought that made the day easier to get through.