[One-Shot] Glitter, Scales and Droplets (NC-17)
Title: Glitter, Scales and Droplets
Fandom: Mis Snow Man
Pairings/Characters: Iwamoto Hikaru x Sakuma Daisuke, with other snowmen pairs thrown in
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut!
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. Their asses are owned by JE.
Author's Note: Oh god I wrote snowmen porn... orz Also, the title is kind of random. Also, thanks to my beta-reader shisaigas ♥
“Daisuke…?” Iwamoto looked at his boyfriend in his arms.
Sakuma blinked and peeked at Iwamoto through his bangs, “What is it, Hikaru?” The two of them were lying on a hotel bed in Osaka together, relaxing before the start of the concerts the next day - Lady Luck had been with them for the snowman room roulette this time.
“Bunichi-kun told me something that made me think…” Iwamoto started.
An ‘uh oh’ expression started to form itself on Sakuma’s face. “What did he tell you? You know Yamamoto-kun says not to listen to most of what Bunichi-kun says because it’s… well, weird…” even though sometimes the front man of Veteran could be right with his comments or statements, even if in a really roundabout way.
He thought that he was prepared for anything that his boyfriend would say. Sakuma knew that it would undoubtedly be something odd.
“He said you’re a mermaid.”
“Say what??” Sakuma couldn’t help but stare at Iwamoto at that. He hadn’t expected something quite of that caliber. “How…what…why… WHY?” his mind couldn’t even start to comprehend what had just been said.
Iwamoto gently touched Sakuma’s hair. “He said it’s because your hair is different from that of the people on the land…and that all the glitter and the gem stones you use to decorate things with are the colorful scales of the mermaid fins…because you miss them a little bit while here on the land you try to put them everywhere…kind of?”
“I decorate things with a few assorted Svaro stones, sure but…I don’t COVER them in glitter…” that was the job of their costume department after all.
“…he also said that your movements betray you…it’s as if you were moving up on the surface like you were moving under the sea in the water…but that you came up here to the surface because the person you fell in love with couldn’t join you under the sea…because the person cannot swim…but you love him so much you gave up on the sea and came here instead so you could be with him…” Iwamoto continued, ignoring Sakuma’s outburst.
Sakuma went silent after what Iwamoto had just said, the words registering in his mind slowly. His expression of confusion and surprise melted away into a warm smile and he touched his boyfriend’s cheek. “Hikaru…does it bother you so much that you cannot swim?”
“Am I holding you back? I mean…everyone else usually talks about going surfing in the summer and doing fun stuff at the beach and everything and-” Iwamoto was silenced by Sakuma’s finger on his lips and he looked at the other inquiringly.
“You’re not holding me back…and you’re not keeping me from making many good memories doing things that don’t involve swimming or whatever…though if you like, we can try swimming next time. I’ll teach you,” the older male offered. “I cannot guarantee success though. I am no mermaid…I wasn’t born with a tail to swim in the water.”
Pulling his finger away again he leaned in closer and whispered, “But the part that says that I love you is true at least?”
Iwamoto smiled back then, “If you really were a mermaid, you wouldn’t be this warm I guess…so it’s good you aren’t…and I’m glad that the bit about loving me is true.” He closed the gap between them and kissed Sakuma gently.
Just kissing soon turned into more though. After all, they had all the privacy they wanted right now as well as a big bed just for themselves. And as Takizawa had taught them, when life gives you a bed, make love. As a good role-model he had to teach his Juniors all the important things in life after all.
Turning his head sideways, Sakuma made way for Iwamoto. The other’s lips were soft and hot on his skin and the sensations sent little shivers down his whole body. “Hikaru…” the other’s name fell from his lips in a soft whisper and he let the taller boy pull off his shirt. He shivered again when he came into contact with Iwamoto’s slightly cooler skin, the other having ditched his shirt before they had even lain down earlier already.
It was not as awkward as their first few times had been anymore, reaching out for lube and condoms and touching each other in all kinds of sensitive places. Of course they had both known the basic gist, being adolescent boys and all - even though admittedly, listening to Hashimoto’s stories from the ABC-Z changing room might have been the most helpful thing overall (but also the most disturbing maybe).
Even so, Iwamoto still bit his lip in concentration when he pushed a slick finger into Sakuma, making the other whimper and scrabble at the bed-sheets, causing them to wrinkle enough for him to find a fold big enough to hold onto.
When he added another finger, Iwamoto felt the other clench around him and it made him whimper a little bit as well. He knew that another part of him would be subjected to this later and that the sensation was likely to drive him multiple kinds of crazy. “Daisuke…? Loosen up a little bit…?” he asked softly and moved his fingers in scissoring motions, stretching Sakuma.
“Easy for you to say…” Sakuma groaned softly.
Iwamoto thought for a moment before he adjusted his own position a little bit. He’d gotten this piece of advice from Yokoo, someone he knew was very gentle with his partners in bed when he wanted to. “I’ll help you,” he told his partner and flicked out his tongue to lick the base of Sakuma’s half-erect cock.
At first, it made the other clench even tighter around his fingers but then as he continued his ministrations, he felt the older male relax around him more as the tension started to build up in other parts of the petit acrobat’s body.
When he thought it was enough - and his own body agreed wholeheartedly - Iwamoto pulled his long fingers out of the other again and wiped them on a tissue before reaching out towards the nightstand for the lube and a condom again. He found them gone though and blinked, before he felt a hand on his cock and moaned softly. “Daisuke!”
“Just returning the favor,” Sakuma whispered softly and fisted Iwamoto's member a couple more times before rolling the condom on and smearing more lube onto it. “Only fair, right?” he smiled and lay down again when he was finished, spreading his legs.
“You’re Sakumanager even in bed…?” Iwamoto teased but got into the spot between Sakuma’s legs and didn't waste any more time. He pushed into the other’s lithe body and felt tight heat envelope him. The other’s arms flew up to wrap around him and pull him closer and Iwamoto had to arch his back a bit to keep a comfortable position.
There was no more talking from then on. For as loud as Iwamoto usually is, he was surprisingly quiet in bed and Sakuma, too, was more on the quiet side. Their bodies ‘talked’ more than they did, expressed what they were feeling towards each other. They seek each other’s closeness and want to be as close as they possibly can. Sakuma’s arms and legs are wrapped around Iwamoto’s body, the other’s hips moving back against his own and meeting his every thrust.
He felt Sakuma’s cock against his stomach, felt how the other’s pre-cum was smeared all over it with every move. Iwamoto grunted softly and pushed Sakuma down into the mattress, shifting their weights and balance a bit, so he could reach down with one hand and touch his lover. It made Sakuma throw his head back with a breathy moan and Iwamoto used the opening to nibble on the now exposed skin of the other’s neck and sucked on the little bump of Sakuma’s Adam’s apple.
“Hikaru…!” Sakuma’s voice sounded strained and Iwamoto felt a soft tremor going through his lover’s body. His attempt to reply was foiled by a moan falling from his own lips. And all other attempts to speak were ruined by the orgasm rushing through Sakuma’s body first and then his own.
Iwamoto thought that he was that close to passing out every single time but he didn't. It felt like it though and he thought of it as ‘coming to’ again when he opened his eyes once the rush started to die down. He looked down at his boyfriend, who had his eyes closed still, and reached out to touch Sakuma’s hair gently, brushed a few strands out of the other’s face. Tiny beads of sweat were making it cling to Sakuma’s pale skin.
After a few more moments, he leaned down and kisses the other softly, making sure that Sakuma wasn’t the one who was passed out for real. The flutter of the other’s eyes proved his worries wrong though, as did the movement of Sakuma’s lips back against his.
Warm brown eyes looked up at him again when he pulled away.
The smile the other gave him recharges Iwamoto enough to be able to carry Sakuma to the en-suite bathroom without dropping him so that they could both take a shower and relax in the bath for a bit before moving to the other bed to sleep and rest. They had concerts to back dance for the next day after all.
~*~
OMAKE:
“I see…Gan-chan went for a preemptive strike, huh?” Watanabe analyzed the very slight limp of Sakuma as the shortest male of the group got out of the van with the help of Iwamoto, as Mis Snow Man arrived at the venue.
Sanada blinked, confusion evident on his features, “What do you mean, Shota?”
“He saw to it that Sakumanager doesn’t bump into people on stage for the shows by making him move around more careful than usual,” Miyadate replied for the other. “I wonder though whether Sakuma approves of that method…”
Watanabe snorted, “Oh I bet he gave his approval loud and clear last night. Just like Abecchi wouldn’t stop going “FukkAAAH, FukkAAAH” at our wall when we were trying to actually sleep…what were you doing? I’m sure it wasn’t cursing practice because we all know it’s just too easy to use Fukka’s nickname’s resemblance to obscene words as an excuse…” He shot his two friends and band mates a look that clearly said he wanted details.
“I told you to call me by my name…” Fukazawa rolled his eyes at Abe, while the younger male tried not to flail in the van.
He hit the arm of another flailing person though. “When, when did all of you-???!” Sanada stared at his group. “I mean apart from you,” he pointed at Miyadate and Watanabe, “I… what…eeeeeh??” Mis Snow Man’s front man number 1 looked flabbergasted.
Miyadate turned to Nozawa, “Nokkun, sometimes I really worry about that ‘screwing his brains out’ tactic of yours…I think it’s affecting Sanapi.”
Fandom: Mis Snow Man
Pairings/Characters: Iwamoto Hikaru x Sakuma Daisuke, with other snowmen pairs thrown in
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut!
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. Their asses are owned by JE.
Author's Note: Oh god I wrote snowmen porn... orz Also, the title is kind of random. Also, thanks to my beta-reader shisaigas ♥
“Daisuke…?” Iwamoto looked at his boyfriend in his arms.
Sakuma blinked and peeked at Iwamoto through his bangs, “What is it, Hikaru?” The two of them were lying on a hotel bed in Osaka together, relaxing before the start of the concerts the next day - Lady Luck had been with them for the snowman room roulette this time.
“Bunichi-kun told me something that made me think…” Iwamoto started.
An ‘uh oh’ expression started to form itself on Sakuma’s face. “What did he tell you? You know Yamamoto-kun says not to listen to most of what Bunichi-kun says because it’s… well, weird…” even though sometimes the front man of Veteran could be right with his comments or statements, even if in a really roundabout way.
He thought that he was prepared for anything that his boyfriend would say. Sakuma knew that it would undoubtedly be something odd.
“He said you’re a mermaid.”
“Say what??” Sakuma couldn’t help but stare at Iwamoto at that. He hadn’t expected something quite of that caliber. “How…what…why… WHY?” his mind couldn’t even start to comprehend what had just been said.
Iwamoto gently touched Sakuma’s hair. “He said it’s because your hair is different from that of the people on the land…and that all the glitter and the gem stones you use to decorate things with are the colorful scales of the mermaid fins…because you miss them a little bit while here on the land you try to put them everywhere…kind of?”
“I decorate things with a few assorted Svaro stones, sure but…I don’t COVER them in glitter…” that was the job of their costume department after all.
“…he also said that your movements betray you…it’s as if you were moving up on the surface like you were moving under the sea in the water…but that you came up here to the surface because the person you fell in love with couldn’t join you under the sea…because the person cannot swim…but you love him so much you gave up on the sea and came here instead so you could be with him…” Iwamoto continued, ignoring Sakuma’s outburst.
Sakuma went silent after what Iwamoto had just said, the words registering in his mind slowly. His expression of confusion and surprise melted away into a warm smile and he touched his boyfriend’s cheek. “Hikaru…does it bother you so much that you cannot swim?”
“Am I holding you back? I mean…everyone else usually talks about going surfing in the summer and doing fun stuff at the beach and everything and-” Iwamoto was silenced by Sakuma’s finger on his lips and he looked at the other inquiringly.
“You’re not holding me back…and you’re not keeping me from making many good memories doing things that don’t involve swimming or whatever…though if you like, we can try swimming next time. I’ll teach you,” the older male offered. “I cannot guarantee success though. I am no mermaid…I wasn’t born with a tail to swim in the water.”
Pulling his finger away again he leaned in closer and whispered, “But the part that says that I love you is true at least?”
Iwamoto smiled back then, “If you really were a mermaid, you wouldn’t be this warm I guess…so it’s good you aren’t…and I’m glad that the bit about loving me is true.” He closed the gap between them and kissed Sakuma gently.
Just kissing soon turned into more though. After all, they had all the privacy they wanted right now as well as a big bed just for themselves. And as Takizawa had taught them, when life gives you a bed, make love. As a good role-model he had to teach his Juniors all the important things in life after all.
Turning his head sideways, Sakuma made way for Iwamoto. The other’s lips were soft and hot on his skin and the sensations sent little shivers down his whole body. “Hikaru…” the other’s name fell from his lips in a soft whisper and he let the taller boy pull off his shirt. He shivered again when he came into contact with Iwamoto’s slightly cooler skin, the other having ditched his shirt before they had even lain down earlier already.
It was not as awkward as their first few times had been anymore, reaching out for lube and condoms and touching each other in all kinds of sensitive places. Of course they had both known the basic gist, being adolescent boys and all - even though admittedly, listening to Hashimoto’s stories from the ABC-Z changing room might have been the most helpful thing overall (but also the most disturbing maybe).
Even so, Iwamoto still bit his lip in concentration when he pushed a slick finger into Sakuma, making the other whimper and scrabble at the bed-sheets, causing them to wrinkle enough for him to find a fold big enough to hold onto.
When he added another finger, Iwamoto felt the other clench around him and it made him whimper a little bit as well. He knew that another part of him would be subjected to this later and that the sensation was likely to drive him multiple kinds of crazy. “Daisuke…? Loosen up a little bit…?” he asked softly and moved his fingers in scissoring motions, stretching Sakuma.
“Easy for you to say…” Sakuma groaned softly.
Iwamoto thought for a moment before he adjusted his own position a little bit. He’d gotten this piece of advice from Yokoo, someone he knew was very gentle with his partners in bed when he wanted to. “I’ll help you,” he told his partner and flicked out his tongue to lick the base of Sakuma’s half-erect cock.
At first, it made the other clench even tighter around his fingers but then as he continued his ministrations, he felt the older male relax around him more as the tension started to build up in other parts of the petit acrobat’s body.
When he thought it was enough - and his own body agreed wholeheartedly - Iwamoto pulled his long fingers out of the other again and wiped them on a tissue before reaching out towards the nightstand for the lube and a condom again. He found them gone though and blinked, before he felt a hand on his cock and moaned softly. “Daisuke!”
“Just returning the favor,” Sakuma whispered softly and fisted Iwamoto's member a couple more times before rolling the condom on and smearing more lube onto it. “Only fair, right?” he smiled and lay down again when he was finished, spreading his legs.
“You’re Sakumanager even in bed…?” Iwamoto teased but got into the spot between Sakuma’s legs and didn't waste any more time. He pushed into the other’s lithe body and felt tight heat envelope him. The other’s arms flew up to wrap around him and pull him closer and Iwamoto had to arch his back a bit to keep a comfortable position.
There was no more talking from then on. For as loud as Iwamoto usually is, he was surprisingly quiet in bed and Sakuma, too, was more on the quiet side. Their bodies ‘talked’ more than they did, expressed what they were feeling towards each other. They seek each other’s closeness and want to be as close as they possibly can. Sakuma’s arms and legs are wrapped around Iwamoto’s body, the other’s hips moving back against his own and meeting his every thrust.
He felt Sakuma’s cock against his stomach, felt how the other’s pre-cum was smeared all over it with every move. Iwamoto grunted softly and pushed Sakuma down into the mattress, shifting their weights and balance a bit, so he could reach down with one hand and touch his lover. It made Sakuma throw his head back with a breathy moan and Iwamoto used the opening to nibble on the now exposed skin of the other’s neck and sucked on the little bump of Sakuma’s Adam’s apple.
“Hikaru…!” Sakuma’s voice sounded strained and Iwamoto felt a soft tremor going through his lover’s body. His attempt to reply was foiled by a moan falling from his own lips. And all other attempts to speak were ruined by the orgasm rushing through Sakuma’s body first and then his own.
Iwamoto thought that he was that close to passing out every single time but he didn't. It felt like it though and he thought of it as ‘coming to’ again when he opened his eyes once the rush started to die down. He looked down at his boyfriend, who had his eyes closed still, and reached out to touch Sakuma’s hair gently, brushed a few strands out of the other’s face. Tiny beads of sweat were making it cling to Sakuma’s pale skin.
After a few more moments, he leaned down and kisses the other softly, making sure that Sakuma wasn’t the one who was passed out for real. The flutter of the other’s eyes proved his worries wrong though, as did the movement of Sakuma’s lips back against his.
Warm brown eyes looked up at him again when he pulled away.
The smile the other gave him recharges Iwamoto enough to be able to carry Sakuma to the en-suite bathroom without dropping him so that they could both take a shower and relax in the bath for a bit before moving to the other bed to sleep and rest. They had concerts to back dance for the next day after all.
~*~
OMAKE:
“I see…Gan-chan went for a preemptive strike, huh?” Watanabe analyzed the very slight limp of Sakuma as the shortest male of the group got out of the van with the help of Iwamoto, as Mis Snow Man arrived at the venue.
Sanada blinked, confusion evident on his features, “What do you mean, Shota?”
“He saw to it that Sakumanager doesn’t bump into people on stage for the shows by making him move around more careful than usual,” Miyadate replied for the other. “I wonder though whether Sakuma approves of that method…”
Watanabe snorted, “Oh I bet he gave his approval loud and clear last night. Just like Abecchi wouldn’t stop going “FukkAAAH, FukkAAAH” at our wall when we were trying to actually sleep…what were you doing? I’m sure it wasn’t cursing practice because we all know it’s just too easy to use Fukka’s nickname’s resemblance to obscene words as an excuse…” He shot his two friends and band mates a look that clearly said he wanted details.
“I told you to call me by my name…” Fukazawa rolled his eyes at Abe, while the younger male tried not to flail in the van.
He hit the arm of another flailing person though. “When, when did all of you-???!” Sanada stared at his group. “I mean apart from you,” he pointed at Miyadate and Watanabe, “I… what…eeeeeh??” Mis Snow Man’s front man number 1 looked flabbergasted.
Miyadate turned to Nozawa, “Nokkun, sometimes I really worry about that ‘screwing his brains out’ tactic of yours…I think it’s affecting Sanapi.”