Drabbles -
Author: anamuan
A/N: the former was a surprise, and the latter is yet another of that infinitely old 15 drabble meme.
kimujin||tegshige
Prompt: for shatteredinu; kimujin porn, via mail (yes. actual real mail).
Word Count & Rating: 288, R
Sometimes things were a little awkward between them. Kimura having second thoughts, maybe, about what he was doing to his wife. Jin unable to believe that this was really real, happening to him, waiting for Takuya to come to his senses and call it all off.
It was a lazy night. The kind you shared with your wife, your fiance, curled up on the couch doing nothing in particular. Not the kind you spent with your secret male lover. It was too mundane for that. Jin watching mindless tv, Kimura reading next to him. Much too calm. It made Jin feel strange and stretched out, lost in the wrong play.
The kissing was lazy too, simple and certain and relaxed. Kimura stole the remote, flicked the television off and pressed his mouth to Jin's. Slow and lazy, and that was kind of hot too, the assumption that they had the time to be slow and lazy.
The sex was slow, but anything but lazy. It was unhurried, deliberate, meant to drive Jin, with his younger body and faster hormones out of his mind. Kimura grinned and ghosted a hand up the inside of Jin's thigh, up over his hips, up along his side, making a show of licking his lips. Jin adjusted his grip on the headboard just as deliberately, refusing to lose this game.
In the end, Jin lost, like always. But with a tacky, cooling pool of cum on his stomach, part his, part Kimura's, losing felt a lot like winning.
Things were awkward between them sometimes, but not now, lying panting and sated between sweat-damp sheets. Kimura mumbled nothing endearments into Jin's hair, too soft to hear. Jin kissed the curve of Kimura's shoulder sleepily.
Prompt: for tinyangl; sing my name
Pairing: Shige/Tego
Word Count & Rating: 277, R
"Shige, Shige! Shige, Shige!" Tegoshi sang at the top of his lungs (and mostly out of tune) as he careened down the halls. Shige gritted his teeth, but kept nodding along to whatever Koyama was saying. "Shige, Shige, Shige, Shige, Shige, Shige, Shige." He was getting closer, but at least he was turning the volume down. Last time all of Kanjani8 had shown up to complain (Shige suspected they'd done it less because they'd really minded and more because they liked to give him a hard time). By the time Tegoshi had ploppped himself in Shige's lap, he was mostly humming under his breath, "Shige, Shige."
Shige shoved at him half-heartedly. "How many times do I have to tell you? he huffed, willing his cheeks not to flush with that weird mix of annoyance and pleasure at the attention. "Don't do that."
Tegoshi shrugged, but he grinned and stopped singing, and then pecked Shige on the cheek on his way to his feet on his way to go sit in Ryo's lap instead. Shige tried not to flush again.
Later, at home, Shige swatted Tegoshi's hand away from his cock for the third time in ten minutes. "How many times do I have to tell you? Don't do that."
Panting and flushed and desperate, squirming as Shige's fingers stretched him wider, Tegoshi wrapped his hands around the headboard instead (for a while, anyway. Tegoshi never claimed to be especially patient). "What do you want me to do then?" he teased, then cried out as Shige started pushing in.
"Sing my name, Shige demanded, while a soft constant litany of Shige, Shige, Shige fell from Tegoshi's breathless lips.
A/N: the former was a surprise, and the latter is yet another of that infinitely old 15 drabble meme.
kimujin||tegshige
Prompt: for shatteredinu; kimujin porn, via mail (yes. actual real mail).
Word Count & Rating: 288, R
Sometimes things were a little awkward between them. Kimura having second thoughts, maybe, about what he was doing to his wife. Jin unable to believe that this was really real, happening to him, waiting for Takuya to come to his senses and call it all off.
It was a lazy night. The kind you shared with your wife, your fiance, curled up on the couch doing nothing in particular. Not the kind you spent with your secret male lover. It was too mundane for that. Jin watching mindless tv, Kimura reading next to him. Much too calm. It made Jin feel strange and stretched out, lost in the wrong play.
The kissing was lazy too, simple and certain and relaxed. Kimura stole the remote, flicked the television off and pressed his mouth to Jin's. Slow and lazy, and that was kind of hot too, the assumption that they had the time to be slow and lazy.
The sex was slow, but anything but lazy. It was unhurried, deliberate, meant to drive Jin, with his younger body and faster hormones out of his mind. Kimura grinned and ghosted a hand up the inside of Jin's thigh, up over his hips, up along his side, making a show of licking his lips. Jin adjusted his grip on the headboard just as deliberately, refusing to lose this game.
In the end, Jin lost, like always. But with a tacky, cooling pool of cum on his stomach, part his, part Kimura's, losing felt a lot like winning.
Things were awkward between them sometimes, but not now, lying panting and sated between sweat-damp sheets. Kimura mumbled nothing endearments into Jin's hair, too soft to hear. Jin kissed the curve of Kimura's shoulder sleepily.
Prompt: for tinyangl; sing my name
Pairing: Shige/Tego
Word Count & Rating: 277, R
"Shige, Shige! Shige, Shige!" Tegoshi sang at the top of his lungs (and mostly out of tune) as he careened down the halls. Shige gritted his teeth, but kept nodding along to whatever Koyama was saying. "Shige, Shige, Shige, Shige, Shige, Shige, Shige." He was getting closer, but at least he was turning the volume down. Last time all of Kanjani8 had shown up to complain (Shige suspected they'd done it less because they'd really minded and more because they liked to give him a hard time). By the time Tegoshi had ploppped himself in Shige's lap, he was mostly humming under his breath, "Shige, Shige."
Shige shoved at him half-heartedly. "How many times do I have to tell you? he huffed, willing his cheeks not to flush with that weird mix of annoyance and pleasure at the attention. "Don't do that."
Tegoshi shrugged, but he grinned and stopped singing, and then pecked Shige on the cheek on his way to his feet on his way to go sit in Ryo's lap instead. Shige tried not to flush again.
Later, at home, Shige swatted Tegoshi's hand away from his cock for the third time in ten minutes. "How many times do I have to tell you? Don't do that."
Panting and flushed and desperate, squirming as Shige's fingers stretched him wider, Tegoshi wrapped his hands around the headboard instead (for a while, anyway. Tegoshi never claimed to be especially patient). "What do you want me to do then?" he teased, then cried out as Shige started pushing in.
"Sing my name, Shige demanded, while a soft constant litany of Shige, Shige, Shige fell from Tegoshi's breathless lips.