dummies in a fluffy ~ 01 - the lewd night
Title: ☆dummies in a fluffy ~ 01 - the lewd night。
Author:
quaint_stories
Category: multi-chapter
Pairing: Junno x Tatsuya;
Rating: nc17
Genre: au; angst; romance
Disclaimer: I only own the story...
Summary: Be it a chaste kiss, lewd nights in bed or a bony shoulder for a pillow on a train, love has to start from somewhere. Well at least that's what Tatsuya believes. And after an unexpected lewd tipsy night with Junno, the man he has been watching and agonising over from a far, Tatsuya tells him without apology, "by the first snowfall, you'll already love me".
Word Count: 2,202
Note: This chapter follows some months after the events in the prologue. Happy reading ♡٩(๑′∀ ‵๑)۶♡
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Love;
Be it a chaste kiss, a lewd night in bed or a bony shoulder for a pillow on the train - love has to start from somewhere.
He’s quite sure that the man sleeping beside him doesn’t even know his name. But Tatsuya would always admire him from a far, this gorgeous man and his frivolous nature who’s always in and out the jazz lounge with a different woman.
Then after a typical Friday night of rum and fun, this very man is fast asleep beside him like he’s home.
But anytime now, this man he heard called by the name Junno, will wake up, freak out and brew a storm about what happened last night.
Last night; was amazingly lewd and colourful.
It’s what Tatsuya had always cooked up in his fantasies, except that it was far more mind-blowing than his little brain had phantom. It happened fast too. But when he thought about saying goodbye at the train station and about how he may never see this man again, he made a gamble and leapt into chance, and before he'd realised, he’d already invited this man to this apartment.
The instant they were behind closed doors, Tatsuya was rather clueless when a nervous hunger of raw lust weakened the pit of his stomach, and all he could think about was his want to kiss this man naked from the waist up and then eat him like a starved man lost in the desert.
And the speed at which they moved was outrageous.
Even he was frightened at his suddenly weakened self-control and it caused the pit of his stomach to tremble like an addict. At the sweet musky scent lifting off Junno’s skin, Tatsuya’s body moved like spring - quick and nimble as he pinned the much taller man against the wall, leaving no room, not even for breathing until he found himself gasping.
He remembered how Junno had laughed at his impatience, a haughty beautiful gesture that for a second, almost tricked him into thinking any of this will matter the next day. But just as fast as the spark had lightened up Junno’s face, like the click of a finger, a dark mystery clouded Junno’s eyes and in one breath he was like a devoted man hunting his prey. He leaned in and took lead and very greedily lapped around Tatsuya’s mouth before taking in his big juicy lips betwixt his own, swallowing the binge of citrusy martini on Tatsuya’s tongue. Tatsuya cringed in excitement, smiling and panting all at once when a sweetness scampered along his lower belly and heats him up from the waist down.
Tatsuya gasped when Junno’s head fell into his collarbone and his lips kissing every reachable part of his skin. He flung his head back and angled himself in wait and ready to be licked and sucked. But it’s a weird feeling - the way everything moved fast and rough, yet at the same time, Junno embraced him like a jewel.
In all truth, Tatsuya was clueless as to why he’s doing what he’s doing, but with the rum in his head, his fantasies since then, and the heat in his pants, all hell broke loose and he would be damned if he should stop himself. While in his daze, his trousers went loose and sagged around his waist, and when Junno leaned in again and resumed to eat up Tatsuya’s mouth, he startled at how unbearably aroused he was when Junno’s fully erected penis poked him in his thigh.
Like heathens in one apartment of nakedness and vulgar sex, all Tatsuya could think about was his want to ride Junno; to wrap his tongue around him and lick him, sit on him, sweat on him, and move up and down and around him like a jolly fellow high on merry.
He was shoved with a force that landed him on his back, and before he could brace himself on his elbows, Junno was back on top- his hands ripping Tatsuya’s shirt straight down the middle. Junno’s heavy gaze burned Tatsuya hot, causing him to swallow back a portion of his excitement to free up space for the much more to come. There was sweetness in every kiss Junno scorched into his skin, and just from that, Tatsuya quavered from lewd impatient thoughts, already feeling Junno deep inside him.
Tatsuya’s nipples stood hard at attention, hot and moist by Junno’s tongue moving in circles round and around. And just when he thought he was about to pop, he gasped at the sudden flow of pleasure in his buttocks with fingers he couldn’t count and he frankly, he didn’t care. All consciousness of self slowly started to slip away and Tatsuya thought that surely, that must have been the moment he’d live for - that burning happiness with Junno’s tongue licking his nipples and his fingers stretching him like bubblegum readying for popping.
His inside burned from Junno’s handiwork making him flap about the bed unsure where to roll and forgetting how to scream with Junno’s fingers teasing his inside him and his tongue now wrapped around his dick, licking from the base up with a trail of damp kisses - his head bobbing and his mouth making loud and scandalous slurps like licking up melting ice cream on a cone. Yes indeed, Tatsuya was convinced that perhaps, he may just die from such an amazing beautiful thing.
Like a swift breeze, Junno flipped him on his gut and raised his ass in the air, set at an angle and was grandly observed like a world heritage monument. And like a sadistic bastard he slapped Tatsuya’s butt cheeks and grinned at his shameless moaning as his tongue continued to make circles on Tatsuya’s bare skin. Tatsuya saw all sorts of blinkies that made him bawl when Junno sprawled his legs and entered him in a slow fluid movement from behind. He bawled so hard in an obscenely fluffy excitement - silent pleasurable tears trickled from the corner of his eyes. Every inch of Junno, he felt - from the tip of his dick to his balls bouncing against him in rhythms of well calculated slams and grinding.
On his knees Tatsuya crawled with his face buried in the pillow with Junno’s hands climbing from their position on Tatsuya’s hips to hold around his waist with Junno’s upper half pressed flat and well carved over him like bark on a tree, burying himself hard and fast like a man running out of time. In a quick breeze, Tatsuya’s sense of self returned and he ached that his heart was playing tricks on him again - because even as Junno roughly worked them both to glory, kissing Tatsuya’s neck, across his shoulders and down his spine like a sacred gift being given - even when the dark and hallow in his eyes lightened into tenderness, Tatsuya knew that---, ‘no, no’ he mentally contained himself before his brain could detour into the unwanted, unpleasant and scary territory of his deepest worry - so he swallowed back hard and snapped his hips to meet Junno’s halfway, wanting to feel everything he could get at that moment.
Tatsuya panted hard, weak in the legs and growing more confused not sure how to manage the pleasure caving in on him left right and centre like the heavens have fallen to earth and landed on top of him. The tingling pinging his skin from the hot tongue playing in his earhole, the fingertips drawing fire on him like a match stick - their bodies danced like an inebriated tribe celebrating around a bonfire. But Tatsuya lost against his consciousness again, finding it troublesome the way his heart was taking note of these caresses and clinging to affection that surely one day will break it.
Leaning over to kiss the nape of Tatsuya’s neck, “are you ok? Going too hard?”, Junno asked in a tender sound.
Tatsuya smiled, lucid, dazed and on the brink of being totally gone, “no - it’s good… it’s too good”, and despite his mixed feelings he really wasn’t lying. Junno felt amazing inside of him.
Junno chortled and kissed him once more - a mixture of saliva, sweat and tongue sliding against tongue, “then a compliment?”
Tatsuya tightened around him, arched his hips in needing to be done with, more and over again and again, “rest assured, you have my highest praise”.
Feeling his body dissolving, Tatsuya, lost in all sorts of thoughts and feelings, had no idea when he got hit, but when his orgasm came, it toppled him over and spurted everywhere with Junno shuddering and hugging him tight like for safety.
The next thing Tatsuya knows, it’s morning… and perhaps Judgment day. The man of his affection is fast asleep beside him - a man who doesn’t even know his name.
By the time he freshens up in the bathroom, he returns to find Junno half-dressed, though seemingly in no hurry to leave, and when he turns around and sees Tatsuya, his expression doesn’t change at all. Tatsuya finds the way he looks at him to be very unsettling. But Tatsuya is no fool. He knew since the beginning how things would go down. Since that moment he invited this man to his apartment, he knew that even if he wanted more, all he would get is a one night stand.
And so, Tatsuya waits silently, watching the almost six feet man pull his shirt over his moderately muscled body that had lain warm against Tatsuya’s back all night long while they slept. His hair hangs long on one side covering the right side of face and the memory of how it hung with sweat at last night’s undoing sends heat to Tatsuya’s face.
And still he waits, his heart pounding a mile per hour knowing his distress call is just about coming.
“You know…”, Junno starts and Tatsuya couldn’t stop his body from flinching. “I was dumped yesterday”.
Trying his best to remain calm and collected about the sudden offer of information, “Is that so?”, he coolly replies, before hesitantly adding, “sorry to hear that”.
“Oh don’t be. It was nothing serious. I can never have anything serious”.
Tatsuya remains unmoved and silent, not knowing if that remark should be taken at face value or out of sadness.
“I always liked the way a woman’s body curves at the back and the waist before it just wondrously spreads out at the hip. A woman’s body is a work of art”.
Looking around for a hole to just climb into and die, Tatsuya answers, “Is that so?”
“I’m a flirtatious guy, but I hadn’t really believed myself to ever be so turned on by lithe muscles and a flat chest”.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. It has always been so”, he replies with solid brown eyes bearing down on Tatsuya, “anyway, last night was like a different me”.
“I see. And now, who’s the person in front of me?”
“A very hungry person, so let’s go grab some breakfast together”.
Tatsuya is appalled, his eyes blinking and his head hangs to one side in pondering.
“What’s that face for?”
“Well… not the reaction I was expecting from a straight man who had just spent the last few hours fucking another man”.
Junno chuckles, “I suppose you’re right. I’m reflecting on it. But in the meantime, I need food, extra black coffee and your name”.
Tatsuya stares at him, showing his obvious confusion.
“Besides…”, he pauses, nudging for an answer to his previous question.
“…Tatsuya”.
“Besides, Tatsuya (I’m Junno, by the way)… last night, it’s not like I disliked it. Your body is something new and exciting. But I won’t lie and delude you that suddenly you’re the one I’ve been searching for all my life, but I’m open-minded so I won’t run away, because as I’ve said, I feel neither hate nor discomfort”.
“Is that so?” he answers out of habit, and not that he needs to, but Tatsuya ponders for a while before he replies, “then in that case… by the first fall of snow”.
“What?”
“By first snow fall this year, you won’t just ‘not dislike’ it. No. By the time it starts to snow, you will have already long loved me”.
Though obviously surprised by the brazen declaration, a sweet smile curves Junno’s lips and they twitch in anticipation.
“Is that so?”
“Yes”, Tatsuya reaffirms, “I promise you”.
Junno laughs this time… the sort of laughter that says he doubts every letter in Tatsuya’s words, but he’s impressed and he’s up for the challenge.
“I’m counting on you, Tatsuya”, he replies, taking interest in the apartment’s décor - the piano in the corner, the two guitars on the wall, a bookshelf packed with manga and rock CDs, the big empty space in the centre of the dining room, five dog collars on the kitchen counter and at last, at the gorgeously petite man he’d ravished to fulfillment last night.
“I see”, he mutters to himself like a leftover train of thought as they leave the apartment, “it might be nice… to fall in love”.
story index: - prologue :: 02 - pillowing on a train -
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☆ dummies in a fluffy: the lewd night.
junnosuke x tatsuya
A/N: ... gosh, I don't think I've ever written this explicitly before *hides in shyness*. Well I hope it wasn't bad or cliche. Also, just to mention that there's no set timeline in each chapter. They will overlap at points... and with this genre, feedback really makes my day ><
Author:
quaint_stories
Category: multi-chapter
Pairing: Junno x Tatsuya;
Rating: nc17
Genre: au; angst; romance
Disclaimer: I only own the story...
Summary: Be it a chaste kiss, lewd nights in bed or a bony shoulder for a pillow on a train, love has to start from somewhere. Well at least that's what Tatsuya believes. And after an unexpected lewd tipsy night with Junno, the man he has been watching and agonising over from a far, Tatsuya tells him without apology, "by the first snowfall, you'll already love me".
Word Count: 2,202
Note: This chapter follows some months after the events in the prologue. Happy reading ♡٩(๑′∀ ‵๑)۶♡
<><><><><><><><><><>
Love;
Be it a chaste kiss, a lewd night in bed or a bony shoulder for a pillow on the train - love has to start from somewhere.
He’s quite sure that the man sleeping beside him doesn’t even know his name. But Tatsuya would always admire him from a far, this gorgeous man and his frivolous nature who’s always in and out the jazz lounge with a different woman.
Then after a typical Friday night of rum and fun, this very man is fast asleep beside him like he’s home.
But anytime now, this man he heard called by the name Junno, will wake up, freak out and brew a storm about what happened last night.
Last night; was amazingly lewd and colourful.
It’s what Tatsuya had always cooked up in his fantasies, except that it was far more mind-blowing than his little brain had phantom. It happened fast too. But when he thought about saying goodbye at the train station and about how he may never see this man again, he made a gamble and leapt into chance, and before he'd realised, he’d already invited this man to this apartment.
The instant they were behind closed doors, Tatsuya was rather clueless when a nervous hunger of raw lust weakened the pit of his stomach, and all he could think about was his want to kiss this man naked from the waist up and then eat him like a starved man lost in the desert.
And the speed at which they moved was outrageous.
Even he was frightened at his suddenly weakened self-control and it caused the pit of his stomach to tremble like an addict. At the sweet musky scent lifting off Junno’s skin, Tatsuya’s body moved like spring - quick and nimble as he pinned the much taller man against the wall, leaving no room, not even for breathing until he found himself gasping.
He remembered how Junno had laughed at his impatience, a haughty beautiful gesture that for a second, almost tricked him into thinking any of this will matter the next day. But just as fast as the spark had lightened up Junno’s face, like the click of a finger, a dark mystery clouded Junno’s eyes and in one breath he was like a devoted man hunting his prey. He leaned in and took lead and very greedily lapped around Tatsuya’s mouth before taking in his big juicy lips betwixt his own, swallowing the binge of citrusy martini on Tatsuya’s tongue. Tatsuya cringed in excitement, smiling and panting all at once when a sweetness scampered along his lower belly and heats him up from the waist down.
Tatsuya gasped when Junno’s head fell into his collarbone and his lips kissing every reachable part of his skin. He flung his head back and angled himself in wait and ready to be licked and sucked. But it’s a weird feeling - the way everything moved fast and rough, yet at the same time, Junno embraced him like a jewel.
In all truth, Tatsuya was clueless as to why he’s doing what he’s doing, but with the rum in his head, his fantasies since then, and the heat in his pants, all hell broke loose and he would be damned if he should stop himself. While in his daze, his trousers went loose and sagged around his waist, and when Junno leaned in again and resumed to eat up Tatsuya’s mouth, he startled at how unbearably aroused he was when Junno’s fully erected penis poked him in his thigh.
Like heathens in one apartment of nakedness and vulgar sex, all Tatsuya could think about was his want to ride Junno; to wrap his tongue around him and lick him, sit on him, sweat on him, and move up and down and around him like a jolly fellow high on merry.
He was shoved with a force that landed him on his back, and before he could brace himself on his elbows, Junno was back on top- his hands ripping Tatsuya’s shirt straight down the middle. Junno’s heavy gaze burned Tatsuya hot, causing him to swallow back a portion of his excitement to free up space for the much more to come. There was sweetness in every kiss Junno scorched into his skin, and just from that, Tatsuya quavered from lewd impatient thoughts, already feeling Junno deep inside him.
Tatsuya’s nipples stood hard at attention, hot and moist by Junno’s tongue moving in circles round and around. And just when he thought he was about to pop, he gasped at the sudden flow of pleasure in his buttocks with fingers he couldn’t count and he frankly, he didn’t care. All consciousness of self slowly started to slip away and Tatsuya thought that surely, that must have been the moment he’d live for - that burning happiness with Junno’s tongue licking his nipples and his fingers stretching him like bubblegum readying for popping.
His inside burned from Junno’s handiwork making him flap about the bed unsure where to roll and forgetting how to scream with Junno’s fingers teasing his inside him and his tongue now wrapped around his dick, licking from the base up with a trail of damp kisses - his head bobbing and his mouth making loud and scandalous slurps like licking up melting ice cream on a cone. Yes indeed, Tatsuya was convinced that perhaps, he may just die from such an amazing beautiful thing.
Like a swift breeze, Junno flipped him on his gut and raised his ass in the air, set at an angle and was grandly observed like a world heritage monument. And like a sadistic bastard he slapped Tatsuya’s butt cheeks and grinned at his shameless moaning as his tongue continued to make circles on Tatsuya’s bare skin. Tatsuya saw all sorts of blinkies that made him bawl when Junno sprawled his legs and entered him in a slow fluid movement from behind. He bawled so hard in an obscenely fluffy excitement - silent pleasurable tears trickled from the corner of his eyes. Every inch of Junno, he felt - from the tip of his dick to his balls bouncing against him in rhythms of well calculated slams and grinding.
On his knees Tatsuya crawled with his face buried in the pillow with Junno’s hands climbing from their position on Tatsuya’s hips to hold around his waist with Junno’s upper half pressed flat and well carved over him like bark on a tree, burying himself hard and fast like a man running out of time. In a quick breeze, Tatsuya’s sense of self returned and he ached that his heart was playing tricks on him again - because even as Junno roughly worked them both to glory, kissing Tatsuya’s neck, across his shoulders and down his spine like a sacred gift being given - even when the dark and hallow in his eyes lightened into tenderness, Tatsuya knew that---, ‘no, no’ he mentally contained himself before his brain could detour into the unwanted, unpleasant and scary territory of his deepest worry - so he swallowed back hard and snapped his hips to meet Junno’s halfway, wanting to feel everything he could get at that moment.
Tatsuya panted hard, weak in the legs and growing more confused not sure how to manage the pleasure caving in on him left right and centre like the heavens have fallen to earth and landed on top of him. The tingling pinging his skin from the hot tongue playing in his earhole, the fingertips drawing fire on him like a match stick - their bodies danced like an inebriated tribe celebrating around a bonfire. But Tatsuya lost against his consciousness again, finding it troublesome the way his heart was taking note of these caresses and clinging to affection that surely one day will break it.
Leaning over to kiss the nape of Tatsuya’s neck, “are you ok? Going too hard?”, Junno asked in a tender sound.
Tatsuya smiled, lucid, dazed and on the brink of being totally gone, “no - it’s good… it’s too good”, and despite his mixed feelings he really wasn’t lying. Junno felt amazing inside of him.
Junno chortled and kissed him once more - a mixture of saliva, sweat and tongue sliding against tongue, “then a compliment?”
Tatsuya tightened around him, arched his hips in needing to be done with, more and over again and again, “rest assured, you have my highest praise”.
Feeling his body dissolving, Tatsuya, lost in all sorts of thoughts and feelings, had no idea when he got hit, but when his orgasm came, it toppled him over and spurted everywhere with Junno shuddering and hugging him tight like for safety.
The next thing Tatsuya knows, it’s morning… and perhaps Judgment day. The man of his affection is fast asleep beside him - a man who doesn’t even know his name.
By the time he freshens up in the bathroom, he returns to find Junno half-dressed, though seemingly in no hurry to leave, and when he turns around and sees Tatsuya, his expression doesn’t change at all. Tatsuya finds the way he looks at him to be very unsettling. But Tatsuya is no fool. He knew since the beginning how things would go down. Since that moment he invited this man to his apartment, he knew that even if he wanted more, all he would get is a one night stand.
And so, Tatsuya waits silently, watching the almost six feet man pull his shirt over his moderately muscled body that had lain warm against Tatsuya’s back all night long while they slept. His hair hangs long on one side covering the right side of face and the memory of how it hung with sweat at last night’s undoing sends heat to Tatsuya’s face.
And still he waits, his heart pounding a mile per hour knowing his distress call is just about coming.
“You know…”, Junno starts and Tatsuya couldn’t stop his body from flinching. “I was dumped yesterday”.
Trying his best to remain calm and collected about the sudden offer of information, “Is that so?”, he coolly replies, before hesitantly adding, “sorry to hear that”.
“Oh don’t be. It was nothing serious. I can never have anything serious”.
Tatsuya remains unmoved and silent, not knowing if that remark should be taken at face value or out of sadness.
“I always liked the way a woman’s body curves at the back and the waist before it just wondrously spreads out at the hip. A woman’s body is a work of art”.
Looking around for a hole to just climb into and die, Tatsuya answers, “Is that so?”
“I’m a flirtatious guy, but I hadn’t really believed myself to ever be so turned on by lithe muscles and a flat chest”.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. It has always been so”, he replies with solid brown eyes bearing down on Tatsuya, “anyway, last night was like a different me”.
“I see. And now, who’s the person in front of me?”
“A very hungry person, so let’s go grab some breakfast together”.
Tatsuya is appalled, his eyes blinking and his head hangs to one side in pondering.
“What’s that face for?”
“Well… not the reaction I was expecting from a straight man who had just spent the last few hours fucking another man”.
Junno chuckles, “I suppose you’re right. I’m reflecting on it. But in the meantime, I need food, extra black coffee and your name”.
Tatsuya stares at him, showing his obvious confusion.
“Besides…”, he pauses, nudging for an answer to his previous question.
“…Tatsuya”.
“Besides, Tatsuya (I’m Junno, by the way)… last night, it’s not like I disliked it. Your body is something new and exciting. But I won’t lie and delude you that suddenly you’re the one I’ve been searching for all my life, but I’m open-minded so I won’t run away, because as I’ve said, I feel neither hate nor discomfort”.
“Is that so?” he answers out of habit, and not that he needs to, but Tatsuya ponders for a while before he replies, “then in that case… by the first fall of snow”.
“What?”
“By first snow fall this year, you won’t just ‘not dislike’ it. No. By the time it starts to snow, you will have already long loved me”.
Though obviously surprised by the brazen declaration, a sweet smile curves Junno’s lips and they twitch in anticipation.
“Is that so?”
“Yes”, Tatsuya reaffirms, “I promise you”.
Junno laughs this time… the sort of laughter that says he doubts every letter in Tatsuya’s words, but he’s impressed and he’s up for the challenge.
“I’m counting on you, Tatsuya”, he replies, taking interest in the apartment’s décor - the piano in the corner, the two guitars on the wall, a bookshelf packed with manga and rock CDs, the big empty space in the centre of the dining room, five dog collars on the kitchen counter and at last, at the gorgeously petite man he’d ravished to fulfillment last night.
“I see”, he mutters to himself like a leftover train of thought as they leave the apartment, “it might be nice… to fall in love”.
story index: - prologue :: 02 - pillowing on a train -
::::
☆ dummies in a fluffy: the lewd night.
junnosuke x tatsuya
A/N: ... gosh, I don't think I've ever written this explicitly before *hides in shyness*. Well I hope it wasn't bad or cliche. Also, just to mention that there's no set timeline in each chapter. They will overlap at points... and with this genre, feedback really makes my day ><