Kiss And Make-Up Continuation
Yes... so I wrote this at work.... *sorry* xP
NAME: Kiss And Make-Up Continuation
CHAPTER: One-shot
PAIRING: Sakurai x Aiba
RATING: NC17 (As usual)
SUMMARY: "Yep, and they're probably fucking," He said brightly, straddling Sho's lap, "Which is what we should be doing.."
"Well, it's been three hours, I'm guessing Satoshi-kun won't be coming back here," Sho mumbled, checking his watch. He turned to Aiba who was sitting with an all too innocent look on his face on the other sofa, "How did you figure it out?"
Aiba shrugged, "Their last argument was about the same king of thing. Except it was the other way around,"
"Mm. Well, I suppose they made up," Sho smiled as Aiba got to his feet.
"Yep, and they're probably fucking," He said brightly, straddling Sho's lap, "Which is what we should be doing.."
"Is it?" Sho said with a small smile, raising an eyebrow.
"Yep," Aiba grinned, their faces getting closer, "Because Oh-chan interrupted us last night. I'm no where near satisfied from what we did get done,"
"Mmm.. what did we get done?" Sho smirked, wrapping his arms softly around Aiba's waist, "I don't remember,"
"Am I going to have to refresh your memory?" Aiba giggled. Sho nodded seriously and Aiba leant forward, pressing their lips together.
The kiss started off slowly, their tongues gently brushing and winding against eachother. Aiba's fingers nimbly undone the buttons on Sho's shirt, smoothing his hands along the shouldres and shrugging it off of his shoulders. Sho slowly pulled Aiba's t-shirt up over his head, breaking the kiss for a moment as the t-shirt came off of his head, mussing his hair in the sexy way that Sho loved.
Aiba moved his lips to Sho's neck, kissing down the bare skin until he reached the top of his jeans. He popped his jeans open, and Sho lifted his hips, allowing Aiba to pull his jeans and boxers down to his knees.
"We started off with this," Aiba mumbled, before running his tongue up Sho's length and almost swallowing him whole.
"Ah," Sho cried, his hand flying to the back of Aiba's head and nestling in his soft hair.
"Do you remember yet?" Aiba mumbled, looking up at Sho with an innocent face.
"Ah.. nn.. yes.."
"Then I can stop reminding you, and we can get down to business," Aiba giggled, dropping Sho and wriggling out of his jeans and boxers.
Sho pouted, "But that felt good,"
Aiba shrugged, "But what about me?" He said, giving him puppy eyes, "I want to feel good too,"
Sho smiled and pulled Aiba up onto his lap, pressing their lips together again in a heated kiss. He slipped a hand in between them and grasped Aiba's member, pumping at it lazily.
Aiba writhed around on his lap, moaning into Sho's lips and gripping his shoulders.
"Are you feeling good yet?" Sho mumbled, kissing down Aiba's neck.
"Feels good... not good enough," Aiba moaned, rotating his hips down onto Sho's lap.
Sho nibbled on Aiba's collarbone, before marking him and moving on to another patch of skin, "Are you saying I don't satisfy you?" He smirked into Aiba's skin, "Because I can stop, if you want. If you think it's pointless,"
"No, Sho-chan, don't be so mean!" Aiba pouted as Sho pulled away from him.
Sho smiled and leant into his ear, "Shall we take this somewhere else then?"
Aiba smirked and captured Sho's lips once again for a kiss, pulling Sho's arms around his waist, "No, here is fine, Sho-chan," he mumbled.
He groaned as Sho's hands slid south, cupping his ass, before running his finger along his entrance. Aiba took Sho's bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it playfully. He groaned as Sho slowly pressed the finger against him, pushing his hips down on the invading digit.
Sho slowly added two more fingers and Aiba whimpered happily, rotating his hips gently onto Sho's hand.
"What do you want, Masaki? Do you want to carry on like this?" Sho whispered huskily into Aiba's neck.
"You know I want something more, Sho-chan," Aiba moaned, nibbling on Sho's earlobe and gently gripping his member.
Sho made a barely audible moan and subtly jerked his hips into the touch, "I don't know what you want, Masaki," He mumbled, "You'll have to tell me,"
"Telling you is no good," Aiba smirked, lifting himself away from Sho's hand, "I'll show you,"
Sho grinned at him as Aiba positioned himself above him and kissed him hard. He lowered himself down agonizingly slowly, breathing heavily. He continued to move down millimetre by millimetre.
"Too slow," Sho grunted, lifting his hips up to meet Aiba's. Aiba cried out in pleasure and let himself fall completely on to Sho's lap.
He rotated his hips slowly, letting his head fall backwards as Sho attacked his neck and chest with his lips.
"This is what I wanted," Aiba moaned. Sho let his tongue run lazily along Aiba's neck, before pressing their lips together.
"Are you going to sit there all night, Masaki, or are you gonna do something good?" Sho mumbled, before prising Aiba's mouth open with his tongue, forcing entrance.
Aiba whined, slipping his arms around Sho's neck and lifting himself up, before dropping down again. He repeated this move until he found a steady rhythm, gasping and moaning into Sho's lips as his spot was constantly hit.
Sho grunted and reached in between them, gripping Aiba's length tightly and jerking him up and down in time with his bounces.
"Sh.. Sho," Aiba whimpered, gripping Sho's shoulders tightly as the muscles in his legs started to tremble.
"You're supposed to be a super idol," Sho grunted, bucking his hips up and propelling them both off of the sofa and to the floor.
Aiba cried out, pulling himself into Shoh's chest as Sho slammed his hips into him, still gripping him. His back arched up as he released with a scream of Sho's name, pulling Sho harder against him with his hips. His whole body convulsed with pleasure, clenching and trembling against Sho, who swiftly followed after a few more shallow thrusts.
Aiba weakly let himself fall back to the floor as Sho pulled away from him, staring down at him with love filled eyes.
"You always end up making me do all the work," He chuckled, "Even though I was enjoying that,"
Aiba pouted, "My legs gave out on me,"
"You and your weak legs," Sho laughed, rolling his eyes. He sat back on his heels, pulling Aiba onto his lap by his hands and nuzzling into his neck.
"Satisfied now, Masaki?" He asked, kissing his neck.
Aiba smiled and nodded, before frowning and shaking his head.
"We're all sticky, we need to have a shower!" He declared, climbing onto his wobbly legs and pulling Sho up with him.
"Urgh, Masaki, I can't go again," Sho whined as Aiba dragged him towards the stairs, "Wasn't that good enough? Didn't you like it?"
"I liked it so much that I want it again!" Aiba cried, spinning around and latching onto Sho, "Because Aiba-kun loves Sho-chan, he wants to do it lots!"
Sho rolled his eyes, "You're such a kid!"
"But you love me?" Aiba pouted.
"Yes, I love you," Sho replied with a smile.
"Pedophile,"
"Sex addict,"
"Cradle snatcher," Aiba smirked as they entered the bathroom, grabbing his backside.
"Pervert!" Sho cried, "And I'm not that much older than you!"
"Waa, Sho-chan doesn't love me!" Aiba wailed, pulling away from him.
"Yes I do!"
"Then lets fuck again!" Aiba yelled, jumping into the shower and turning the water on.
"I'm going to be so tired tomorrow," Sho grumbled as he stepped into the shower with Aiba.
Aiba just smiled at him and cuddled into him as the warm water washed over them, before turning around and pulling Sho into a gentle kiss, "But it'll be worth it," He promised, sliding a hand down Sho's toned stomach and between his legs.
"It better be!"
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END!
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I hope you enjoy xP