[Fic] Hanabi (3/?)
A/N: I need to practise writing NSFW...Please excuse my shitty attempt.
Summary: Naoto makes a move. Again.
Pairing: Naoto/Naoki
Rating: Does this count as Explicit?
Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3
They see each other naked all the time, so it's nothing really, to strip in front of each other. Everyone agrees wholeheartedly that Naoki and Naoto have enviable bodies.
It is another thing to find yourself cornered by a shorter person who is practically straddling you and doing inappropriate things on your person when the others are in the sauna.
Naoto has pinned him down inside the small changing room, sucking on his tongue and threading those wicked fingers through his hair and Naoki's mind is fogged out from the sensations he's getting. Naoto is deceptively strong, and he is unable to move from his current position against the wall. When they finally part, their breathing is erratic and heavy, faces flushed and eyes bright.
Naoto presses his forehead to Naoki's and cups his right cheek, thumb tracing his lips. Abidingly, Naoki opens his mouth. He smiles benignly, slips his thumb between. His free hand palms his crotch over the thin towel wrapped around his waist, rubbing slowly but surely, like he’s done this many times.
Naoki’s hips jerk forward. His moans are again swallowed by the sudden press of hot lips and a skilled tongue slipping through his teeth.
Naoki's eyes roll back when Naoto oh-so-slowly slips his hand beneath the towel and presses on the base of his hot flesh. A soft whine escapes his lips, needy and willing, and Naoki wants to hide his embarrassment so, so badly. If his co-leader would kindly get off instead and leave him to find a pit to sink into.
Chuckling, Naoto kisses his cheek and drags a tongue to his ear, making him shiver, and he purrs into it.
“Not yet, Naoki.” The double meaning is clear, and they both know it.
Naoki whimpers, thrusting hard against Naoto’s hand, feeling the hard line of Naoto’s cock against him. He can’t stop moving, the dirty friction just right and Naoto's free hand roaming his chest. When Naoto scrapes a nail against his nipple, he bites down so hard on his lower lip, he can taste the iron in his mouth. And Naoto is kissing him again, sucking on his lower lip and licking at the blood.
He’s hard as diamonds, and Naoto's so, so evil, firmly stroking him, the corners of his mouth widening to a feral grin.
"Naoki, come for me." Naoto's voice is impossibly deep, and with a cry, Naoki sees white, white, white...
When he comes down from the high, Naoto is staring at him with a look of awe, like he’s just witnessed something wonderful and exotic. He lifts his hand, now coated with a milky substance, and swirls his tongue around a finger. Naoki blushes and turns his face to hide his embarrassment.
Naoto drags his face, makes sure to lock their eyes, and leans down. “Now I’m feeling hot and sticky,” he whispers in Naoki's ear, scraping his teeth on the shell before pulling back with a smirk. "Wash my back in the onsen later, Naoki?"
Naoki groans. "Naoto-san, please...We're going to the sauna first."
Summary: Naoto makes a move. Again.
Pairing: Naoto/Naoki
Rating: Does this count as Explicit?
Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3
They see each other naked all the time, so it's nothing really, to strip in front of each other. Everyone agrees wholeheartedly that Naoki and Naoto have enviable bodies.
It is another thing to find yourself cornered by a shorter person who is practically straddling you and doing inappropriate things on your person when the others are in the sauna.
Naoto has pinned him down inside the small changing room, sucking on his tongue and threading those wicked fingers through his hair and Naoki's mind is fogged out from the sensations he's getting. Naoto is deceptively strong, and he is unable to move from his current position against the wall. When they finally part, their breathing is erratic and heavy, faces flushed and eyes bright.
Naoto presses his forehead to Naoki's and cups his right cheek, thumb tracing his lips. Abidingly, Naoki opens his mouth. He smiles benignly, slips his thumb between. His free hand palms his crotch over the thin towel wrapped around his waist, rubbing slowly but surely, like he’s done this many times.
Naoki’s hips jerk forward. His moans are again swallowed by the sudden press of hot lips and a skilled tongue slipping through his teeth.
Naoki's eyes roll back when Naoto oh-so-slowly slips his hand beneath the towel and presses on the base of his hot flesh. A soft whine escapes his lips, needy and willing, and Naoki wants to hide his embarrassment so, so badly. If his co-leader would kindly get off instead and leave him to find a pit to sink into.
Chuckling, Naoto kisses his cheek and drags a tongue to his ear, making him shiver, and he purrs into it.
“Not yet, Naoki.” The double meaning is clear, and they both know it.
Naoki whimpers, thrusting hard against Naoto’s hand, feeling the hard line of Naoto’s cock against him. He can’t stop moving, the dirty friction just right and Naoto's free hand roaming his chest. When Naoto scrapes a nail against his nipple, he bites down so hard on his lower lip, he can taste the iron in his mouth. And Naoto is kissing him again, sucking on his lower lip and licking at the blood.
He’s hard as diamonds, and Naoto's so, so evil, firmly stroking him, the corners of his mouth widening to a feral grin.
"Naoki, come for me." Naoto's voice is impossibly deep, and with a cry, Naoki sees white, white, white...
When he comes down from the high, Naoto is staring at him with a look of awe, like he’s just witnessed something wonderful and exotic. He lifts his hand, now coated with a milky substance, and swirls his tongue around a finger. Naoki blushes and turns his face to hide his embarrassment.
Naoto drags his face, makes sure to lock their eyes, and leans down. “Now I’m feeling hot and sticky,” he whispers in Naoki's ear, scraping his teeth on the shell before pulling back with a smirk. "Wash my back in the onsen later, Naoki?"
Naoki groans. "Naoto-san, please...We're going to the sauna first."