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So I was linked this article weeks and weeks ago, and then I wrote this. Reasons, you know.
Through The Grapevine
Masuda Takahisa/Taguchi Junnosuke
NC-17
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
"So," Koki says, smirking all the while, "I hear Masuda-kun wants to get in your pants." The three of them are crowded into a corner booth at a pub, catching up after their radio show.
Beside him, Nakamaru chokes on his drink. Junno turns to look at him, wondering what his problem is. "But doesn't Masuda-kun prefer baggy pants? I think mine would be uncomfortable," Junno says, genuinely concerned for Nakamaru's well-being. Maybe he should pat his back a bit, since he's turning a shade of reddish-purple that no human should be.
Koki is no help, his head thrown back as he laughs himself silly. It looks like he's in tears of mirth, and Junno is miffed that his actual jokes don't get that kind of reaction. What had he even said to set Koki off?
Nakamaru seems to have recovered from his inexplicable coughing fit, and he's got his face in his hands. He's also making some sort of weird keening noise, so Junno isn't completely convinced that he's okay. Perhaps they should call it a night so Nakamaru can get some much needed rest.
Junno just looks between Koki and Nakamaru, and wonders what is in their drinks that is making them act so crazy.
A few days have passed since Koki and Nakamaru’s shared bout of madness, and Junno has largely forgotten what had even sparked it. At least, until Masuda stops by their dressing room. Koki had laughingly bumped knuckles with him as he’d left for the day, and for some reason Nakamaru looked wounded. Sometimes Junno just didn’t get his bandmates, even if he spent a ridiculous amount of time with them lately.
He’s about to leave as well, when Masuda stops in front of him while he’s perched on the couch and fussing with his bag. Masuda looms above him, and Junno just looks up at him. “May I... help you, Masuda-kun...?” He lets his question trail off, helplessly confused by everyone around him suddenly going crazy or whatever this is.
It looks like Junno’s been left alone with Masuda in the dressing room. Nakamaru seems to have slipped out without either of them knowing, and the door is shut. Masuda crosses the room to peek out of the door, then shuts it again and locks it before returning. He’s sort of smirking a little bit, and Koki’s earlier words finally click into place.
Ah, so that’s why Nakamaru choked. It all made sense now. Junno leans back against the couch and smiles up at Masuda. “You’ve got good taste, Masuda-kun,” Junno says, not even bothering to tone down the smug in his voice.
“Of course I do.” Masuda is just as smug as Junno as he plucks Junno’s bag out of his lap and replaces it with himself. Junno sort of expects it when he settles into his lap, but not when he leans forward to whisper into his ear. “I hear you’re pretty flexible, and what I’d really like to do is see for myself,” he says.
The words are so heated, and a bit unexpected, and a lot intriguing. It also helps when Masuda adds, “I’ve always thought you were handsome, you know.”
That clinches it, because Junno is always up for being praised. He turns his head enough to capture Masuda’s lips with his own, lazily kissing him before pulling away to speak. “Wanna fuck here, or go back to one of our places?” Junno asks, voice husky.
“Why not right here? I want to fold you over this couch, and you’ll have to be quiet so we don’t get found out. We both know poor Nakamaru-kun would never sit on this couch again if he knew.” Masuda laughingly says it, and Junno can’t help but laugh too as he imagines the mixture of disgust and disappointment Nakamaru gets when he’s particularly unimpressed by his, or anyone else in KAT-TUN’s antics.
“I’ll warn you now-- I can’t help but be a little loud,” Junno retorts.
Masuda shrugs. “I’m sure we can figure something out. There are more important things to worry about right now.”
Junno agrees with that statement, quiet as he slides his hands to the zipper of Masuda’s pants and deftly opens them before the other even says anything. He’s quick to slide a hand into Masuda’s boxers and stroke him to full hardness before pulling away to hook fingers into the waistband and drag both pants and underwear down his thighs.
He leans back, smirking up at Masuda. However, Junno’s surprised when Masuda gets up, and pulls him to stand as well. He keeps his hands to himself as Masuda roughly unzips his jeans and shoves them down. Junno flinches a bit when he’s turned to face the couch and urged to settle onto his knees. He feels Masuda yank his pants off the rest of the way, pulling his socks and sneakers off at the same time. His jeans get tossed along the back of the couch beside him.
Junno leans forward, bracing himself along the back of the couch. He hears Masuda rustling in his pockets and the metallic crinkle of a condom wrapper being opened. There are more shuffling noises and wrapper crinkling, and then Junno feels his legs being nudged apart and a hand pressing him to lean even further over the couch.
“Remember, we have to be quiet,” Masuda says as he trails a slippery finger along Junno’s crease. It’s the only warning Junno gets before he slides two fingers in at once. Junno groans at the intrusion, clawing against the back of the couch. He bites his lip and pushes back for more. Masuda scissors his fingers in and out, and licks a hot stripe against the side of Junno's neck.
Another involuntary noise slips from Junno's lips. He flushes as Masuda laughs against the nape of his neck. "Come on, Masuda-kun, let's do this," he mutters.
"Alright then," Masuda easily agrees. "You know you can call me Taka."
With those words, Masuda slides in and stills. He’s a warm weight against Junno’s back, and he impatiently pushes back against it. Masuda doesn’t budge, and he chuckles at the increasingly frustrated way Junno is struggling beneath him. Finally he does move, and Junno nearly chokes on his air.
Masuda’s thrusts start out immediately fast, and Junno is sure he’s never made such strangled noises. Fingers curl around his hips, and all Junno can do is try to hang on. There’s a warm breath of laughter against his ear, and Junno shivers as Masuda speaks. “If we had more time I’d be fucking you against every flat surface.”
Suddenly Masuda pulls out, and Junno makes an almost embarrassing noise of disappointment. It doesn’t last very long, because he’s manhandled onto his back, spread out on the couch. Masuda hikes his legs onto his shoulders and presses forward once more, fucking Junno even harder.
Masuda is flushed with exertion, and Junno hooks fingers around the back of his neck to pull him forward. He presses their lips together briefly, then Masuda is whispering filthy things against his lips.
“I always have imagined having these long legs wrapped around me.” Masuda punctuates his words with a bite against the side of Junno’s neck.
“You know, Masuda-kun,” Junno begins, gasping between thrusts, “I have a mirror hanging above my bed. Just think, you’d get off on the fact that you’d be fucking me into my mattress, and I’d be getting off on watching you fuck me.”
Somehow Masuda manages to speed up. Junno slides a hand between them and around his cock, jerking himself roughly. He only lasts a few strokes, eyes sliding shut as he comes. Through his orgasm haze, Junno feels Masuda fuck him even harder before finally gasping against his neck and stilling. The pulsing deep inside himself feels sort of strange, but it was definitely worth it.
Slowly, Masuda pulls out and pushes himself upright; he flops against the back of the couch and Junno makes use of his lap to stretch his legs out. His hand is sticky, and he’s not fond of the idea of wearing slightly sweat-dampened clothes home, so he wipes it off against the front of his t-shirt. Masuda looks at him a bit incredulously, and Junno shrugs. “I’ve more clothes here,” is all he offers.
Masuda nudges Junno so he can get up and throw the condom away. He straightens his clothes, returning them to decency as he looks down at Junno. Junno gazes up lazily, content to sprawl for a few more moments.
Junno finally pulls his clothes back on, and claps Masuda on the back as he whispers, “You know, Masuda-kun, I’m serious about that mirror.”
Masuda looks contemplative as he turns to follow Junno out of the dressing room. Junno will have to come up with a way to thank Koki and Nakamaru; perhaps he could mention the mirror above his bed to them. He imagines Koki will just smirk at the knowledge, and Nakamaru will probably just stare in utter disbelief.
Through The Grapevine
Masuda Takahisa/Taguchi Junnosuke
NC-17
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
"So," Koki says, smirking all the while, "I hear Masuda-kun wants to get in your pants." The three of them are crowded into a corner booth at a pub, catching up after their radio show.
Beside him, Nakamaru chokes on his drink. Junno turns to look at him, wondering what his problem is. "But doesn't Masuda-kun prefer baggy pants? I think mine would be uncomfortable," Junno says, genuinely concerned for Nakamaru's well-being. Maybe he should pat his back a bit, since he's turning a shade of reddish-purple that no human should be.
Koki is no help, his head thrown back as he laughs himself silly. It looks like he's in tears of mirth, and Junno is miffed that his actual jokes don't get that kind of reaction. What had he even said to set Koki off?
Nakamaru seems to have recovered from his inexplicable coughing fit, and he's got his face in his hands. He's also making some sort of weird keening noise, so Junno isn't completely convinced that he's okay. Perhaps they should call it a night so Nakamaru can get some much needed rest.
Junno just looks between Koki and Nakamaru, and wonders what is in their drinks that is making them act so crazy.
A few days have passed since Koki and Nakamaru’s shared bout of madness, and Junno has largely forgotten what had even sparked it. At least, until Masuda stops by their dressing room. Koki had laughingly bumped knuckles with him as he’d left for the day, and for some reason Nakamaru looked wounded. Sometimes Junno just didn’t get his bandmates, even if he spent a ridiculous amount of time with them lately.
He’s about to leave as well, when Masuda stops in front of him while he’s perched on the couch and fussing with his bag. Masuda looms above him, and Junno just looks up at him. “May I... help you, Masuda-kun...?” He lets his question trail off, helplessly confused by everyone around him suddenly going crazy or whatever this is.
It looks like Junno’s been left alone with Masuda in the dressing room. Nakamaru seems to have slipped out without either of them knowing, and the door is shut. Masuda crosses the room to peek out of the door, then shuts it again and locks it before returning. He’s sort of smirking a little bit, and Koki’s earlier words finally click into place.
Ah, so that’s why Nakamaru choked. It all made sense now. Junno leans back against the couch and smiles up at Masuda. “You’ve got good taste, Masuda-kun,” Junno says, not even bothering to tone down the smug in his voice.
“Of course I do.” Masuda is just as smug as Junno as he plucks Junno’s bag out of his lap and replaces it with himself. Junno sort of expects it when he settles into his lap, but not when he leans forward to whisper into his ear. “I hear you’re pretty flexible, and what I’d really like to do is see for myself,” he says.
The words are so heated, and a bit unexpected, and a lot intriguing. It also helps when Masuda adds, “I’ve always thought you were handsome, you know.”
That clinches it, because Junno is always up for being praised. He turns his head enough to capture Masuda’s lips with his own, lazily kissing him before pulling away to speak. “Wanna fuck here, or go back to one of our places?” Junno asks, voice husky.
“Why not right here? I want to fold you over this couch, and you’ll have to be quiet so we don’t get found out. We both know poor Nakamaru-kun would never sit on this couch again if he knew.” Masuda laughingly says it, and Junno can’t help but laugh too as he imagines the mixture of disgust and disappointment Nakamaru gets when he’s particularly unimpressed by his, or anyone else in KAT-TUN’s antics.
“I’ll warn you now-- I can’t help but be a little loud,” Junno retorts.
Masuda shrugs. “I’m sure we can figure something out. There are more important things to worry about right now.”
Junno agrees with that statement, quiet as he slides his hands to the zipper of Masuda’s pants and deftly opens them before the other even says anything. He’s quick to slide a hand into Masuda’s boxers and stroke him to full hardness before pulling away to hook fingers into the waistband and drag both pants and underwear down his thighs.
He leans back, smirking up at Masuda. However, Junno’s surprised when Masuda gets up, and pulls him to stand as well. He keeps his hands to himself as Masuda roughly unzips his jeans and shoves them down. Junno flinches a bit when he’s turned to face the couch and urged to settle onto his knees. He feels Masuda yank his pants off the rest of the way, pulling his socks and sneakers off at the same time. His jeans get tossed along the back of the couch beside him.
Junno leans forward, bracing himself along the back of the couch. He hears Masuda rustling in his pockets and the metallic crinkle of a condom wrapper being opened. There are more shuffling noises and wrapper crinkling, and then Junno feels his legs being nudged apart and a hand pressing him to lean even further over the couch.
“Remember, we have to be quiet,” Masuda says as he trails a slippery finger along Junno’s crease. It’s the only warning Junno gets before he slides two fingers in at once. Junno groans at the intrusion, clawing against the back of the couch. He bites his lip and pushes back for more. Masuda scissors his fingers in and out, and licks a hot stripe against the side of Junno's neck.
Another involuntary noise slips from Junno's lips. He flushes as Masuda laughs against the nape of his neck. "Come on, Masuda-kun, let's do this," he mutters.
"Alright then," Masuda easily agrees. "You know you can call me Taka."
With those words, Masuda slides in and stills. He’s a warm weight against Junno’s back, and he impatiently pushes back against it. Masuda doesn’t budge, and he chuckles at the increasingly frustrated way Junno is struggling beneath him. Finally he does move, and Junno nearly chokes on his air.
Masuda’s thrusts start out immediately fast, and Junno is sure he’s never made such strangled noises. Fingers curl around his hips, and all Junno can do is try to hang on. There’s a warm breath of laughter against his ear, and Junno shivers as Masuda speaks. “If we had more time I’d be fucking you against every flat surface.”
Suddenly Masuda pulls out, and Junno makes an almost embarrassing noise of disappointment. It doesn’t last very long, because he’s manhandled onto his back, spread out on the couch. Masuda hikes his legs onto his shoulders and presses forward once more, fucking Junno even harder.
Masuda is flushed with exertion, and Junno hooks fingers around the back of his neck to pull him forward. He presses their lips together briefly, then Masuda is whispering filthy things against his lips.
“I always have imagined having these long legs wrapped around me.” Masuda punctuates his words with a bite against the side of Junno’s neck.
“You know, Masuda-kun,” Junno begins, gasping between thrusts, “I have a mirror hanging above my bed. Just think, you’d get off on the fact that you’d be fucking me into my mattress, and I’d be getting off on watching you fuck me.”
Somehow Masuda manages to speed up. Junno slides a hand between them and around his cock, jerking himself roughly. He only lasts a few strokes, eyes sliding shut as he comes. Through his orgasm haze, Junno feels Masuda fuck him even harder before finally gasping against his neck and stilling. The pulsing deep inside himself feels sort of strange, but it was definitely worth it.
Slowly, Masuda pulls out and pushes himself upright; he flops against the back of the couch and Junno makes use of his lap to stretch his legs out. His hand is sticky, and he’s not fond of the idea of wearing slightly sweat-dampened clothes home, so he wipes it off against the front of his t-shirt. Masuda looks at him a bit incredulously, and Junno shrugs. “I’ve more clothes here,” is all he offers.
Masuda nudges Junno so he can get up and throw the condom away. He straightens his clothes, returning them to decency as he looks down at Junno. Junno gazes up lazily, content to sprawl for a few more moments.
Junno finally pulls his clothes back on, and claps Masuda on the back as he whispers, “You know, Masuda-kun, I’m serious about that mirror.”
Masuda looks contemplative as he turns to follow Junno out of the dressing room. Junno will have to come up with a way to thank Koki and Nakamaru; perhaps he could mention the mirror above his bed to them. He imagines Koki will just smirk at the knowledge, and Nakamaru will probably just stare in utter disbelief.