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Title: Of Pants and Reflections
Author: kiri_ka (request post here)
Pairing: MiyavixShou
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Summary: Narcissism is even more fun when you have someone else to stare at you.
Note: Written at the request of unna_rainchaser. The title's random, but I couldn't think of anything else ^^;
Shou didn’t expect anyone to be in the changing room, so he only knocked lightly before opening the door, quickly ducking back out at a startled noise from the occupant he hadn’t been aware of.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see anything!” he said as he retreated. Though it wasn’t entirely true. He’d caught a glimpse of the person’s legs, that was it, and even if they still seemed to be dressed, it was a little embarrassing to have walked in on someone. Even more embarrassing was that he had to wait outside the door after he hastily closed it since he still needed to get in the room.
He wasn’t kept waiting long, though. Moments later, the door was slowly opened again, and a head popped out. “It’s okay, I was done changing. Well, I should be changing back, but- Oh hey, Shou-kun!”
Looking up, a smile appeared on Shou’s face even as the awkwardness of the moment increased when he saw who it was. “Miyavi-san,” he replied politely, nodding his head. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Come on in!” Without giving him a chance to object, Miyavi opened the door all the way and took Shou by the wrist, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind them.
The first thing he noticed was the small pile of clothes he almost stumbled over, strewn on the floor with little care. The next thing he noticed was what Miyavi was wearing.
“Don’t these look good?” he asked, dropping Shou’s wrist to put his hands on his hips, admiring himself in the full-length mirror. His hair was a long mess of colours and braids about his shoulders, the tank top he wore showing off the tattoos on his arms, but the focal point of his appearance, and what he was bragging about, were the pants. Bright blue fabric fitted tight to his legs, clinging smoothly over his butt and thighs and down to his calves before bunching slightly around his ankles.
Shou was staring. It was difficult not to, and from the way Miyavi posed, looking at him in the mirror, it was clear that he wanted to be stared at. “Yeah, they’re nice,” he answered, keeping his tone as casual as he could. Miyavi knew he was hot, so why give him the satisfaction of blatantly lusting over his looks? That’s what he had fangirls for.
Turning away from the tempting sight, Shou looked over the rows of neatly hanging outfits in the room, stored for the PS Company musicians until a photoshoot or live or event required them to be taken out. Of course, looking away meant that his attention was no longer on Miyavi, and he just couldn’t have that.
“So what brings you here?” he asked, following close as Shou wandered down one of aisles of clothing racks, looking for sets of outfits marked ‘alice nine.’.
“Nao-san wanted me to bring him the gloves from his new outfit so he can practice playing with them on,” Shou explained without looking back at him. “I think he just sent me out so I would stop bothering Saga-kun, though. It can’t be much different to play with gloves on.” He stopped suddenly, causing Miyavi to bump into him, and faced him with a smile. “What are you here for? Besides to stare at yourself in tight pants.”
“That’s pretty much it.” Miyavi laughed, drawing Shou’s attention downward as he hooked a thumb on the waist of his pants. They were unzipped, open, criss-crossed with a pair of belts to prevent anything from being seen, though it was still a tantalizing sight. “Actually, I came here for a meeting, but I found out the outfit for my next photoshoot was here, and I wanted to try it on.”
He abruptly turned away and started to head back to the mirror, with a bit of a swagger to his walk. “But now that you’re here, I’m not the only one staring at me.”
Shou knew he was being a little obvious in his staring. But stating it out loud seemed like a challenge from Miyavi. It could just be that he was just confident in his looks, being narcissistic, or it could be that he wanted Shou to flirt more openly.
Instead, Shou laughed, not so easily riled by the words, or by the stare Miyavi was giving him in the mirror, a sort of ‘come hither’ look that was offset by a wide grin. “Of course I’m staring. I’m thinking of how uncomfortable those must be.”
Miyavi stuck his tongue out at him in a childish retort, and Shou turned back to searching for the clothes, trying once again not to look back when he approached him again, looking over his shoulder. “Didn’t you wear tight gold pants once, Shou-kun?” He reached around him to pull one of the hangers from the rack, the bright shimmer of the pants visible through the slightly opaque clothing bag. The tag hanging from it bore his name, the band’s, and the word ‘Alpha’. “These if I’m not mistaken.”
“Are you suggesting I join your little game of dress-up?” When Shou turned to face him, he found Miyavi had moved even closer, his thumb once again hooked on the pants, tugging them down on his hips. The tattoo on his lower stomach was just visible- Don’t hesitate & Go.
“Only if you want to.” The glimpse of skin was only a tease, hidden again when the pressure of Miyavi’s thumb relented slightly. “I promise it will be more fun than just getting those gloves and returning to practice.”
“Alright.” Taking the hanger, Shou brushed up against Miyavi as he moved past him, quite enjoying the smirk he got as a reaction. A hanging curtain by the mirror served to partition the room and he went behind it to change.
The pants were more of a struggle than usual to fit in; his excitement made his hands fumble though he tried to keep cool, and his growing arousal made the snugness a bit of a problem. He didn’t bother with the belts of outfit, and kept his regular shirt on too, emerging from behind the curtain with a mocking imitation of Miyavi’s swagger.
Laughter was on his lips, and Shou was about to respond with the same, but Miyavi moved forward quickly, wrapping an arm around his waist as he pulled him into a kiss. One of Miyavi’s legs slid between his, hips grinding against him, and the friction from the fabric that stood in their way was maddening. Shou broke the kiss to moan, thrusting back against him.
The sensation of that alone was enough to make him feel close to coming, but Miyavi suddenly pulled away, leading him with a kiss before shoving him up against the mirror. Shou gasped, but Miyavi was up against him again, kissing him more passionately this time.
His hands reached for the zipper of his pants, hastening to undo it and get rid of the constriction that was quickly becoming uncomfortable. No sooner did he do that then he felt Miyavi’s hand slip inside and he fell to his knees, eyes closing as he moaned again, Miyavi moving with him to stay close. His nimble fingers had tugged the gold pants down some, and Shou opened his eyes to see he had done the same with his own, the belts pushed aside, before quickly closing them again as those same fingers curled around his erection, stroking him faster and faster, the low moans he heard telling him that Miyavi was doing the same for himself.
“Mi- Miyavi…” he gasped out. He heard a low chuckle in response and that was when he came, Miyavi’s hand never stopping until he, too, came. Shou slumped back against the mirror, watching through half-lidded eyes as Miyavi brought a finger to his lips and licked away the sticky white residue before kissing him lightly on the lips. He was smirking again as he stood up, trying to fix his clothes in the mirror.
Shou tilted his head, looking at his own reflection before laughing lightly. “Were you looking at yourself the whole time?”
“Oh, not the whole time…” he replied, posing again and blowing a kiss. “These pants really do look good, though. I’m glad I tried them on.”
Author: kiri_ka (request post here)
Pairing: MiyavixShou
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Summary: Narcissism is even more fun when you have someone else to stare at you.
Note: Written at the request of unna_rainchaser. The title's random, but I couldn't think of anything else ^^;
Shou didn’t expect anyone to be in the changing room, so he only knocked lightly before opening the door, quickly ducking back out at a startled noise from the occupant he hadn’t been aware of.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see anything!” he said as he retreated. Though it wasn’t entirely true. He’d caught a glimpse of the person’s legs, that was it, and even if they still seemed to be dressed, it was a little embarrassing to have walked in on someone. Even more embarrassing was that he had to wait outside the door after he hastily closed it since he still needed to get in the room.
He wasn’t kept waiting long, though. Moments later, the door was slowly opened again, and a head popped out. “It’s okay, I was done changing. Well, I should be changing back, but- Oh hey, Shou-kun!”
Looking up, a smile appeared on Shou’s face even as the awkwardness of the moment increased when he saw who it was. “Miyavi-san,” he replied politely, nodding his head. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Come on in!” Without giving him a chance to object, Miyavi opened the door all the way and took Shou by the wrist, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind them.
The first thing he noticed was the small pile of clothes he almost stumbled over, strewn on the floor with little care. The next thing he noticed was what Miyavi was wearing.
“Don’t these look good?” he asked, dropping Shou’s wrist to put his hands on his hips, admiring himself in the full-length mirror. His hair was a long mess of colours and braids about his shoulders, the tank top he wore showing off the tattoos on his arms, but the focal point of his appearance, and what he was bragging about, were the pants. Bright blue fabric fitted tight to his legs, clinging smoothly over his butt and thighs and down to his calves before bunching slightly around his ankles.
Shou was staring. It was difficult not to, and from the way Miyavi posed, looking at him in the mirror, it was clear that he wanted to be stared at. “Yeah, they’re nice,” he answered, keeping his tone as casual as he could. Miyavi knew he was hot, so why give him the satisfaction of blatantly lusting over his looks? That’s what he had fangirls for.
Turning away from the tempting sight, Shou looked over the rows of neatly hanging outfits in the room, stored for the PS Company musicians until a photoshoot or live or event required them to be taken out. Of course, looking away meant that his attention was no longer on Miyavi, and he just couldn’t have that.
“So what brings you here?” he asked, following close as Shou wandered down one of aisles of clothing racks, looking for sets of outfits marked ‘alice nine.’.
“Nao-san wanted me to bring him the gloves from his new outfit so he can practice playing with them on,” Shou explained without looking back at him. “I think he just sent me out so I would stop bothering Saga-kun, though. It can’t be much different to play with gloves on.” He stopped suddenly, causing Miyavi to bump into him, and faced him with a smile. “What are you here for? Besides to stare at yourself in tight pants.”
“That’s pretty much it.” Miyavi laughed, drawing Shou’s attention downward as he hooked a thumb on the waist of his pants. They were unzipped, open, criss-crossed with a pair of belts to prevent anything from being seen, though it was still a tantalizing sight. “Actually, I came here for a meeting, but I found out the outfit for my next photoshoot was here, and I wanted to try it on.”
He abruptly turned away and started to head back to the mirror, with a bit of a swagger to his walk. “But now that you’re here, I’m not the only one staring at me.”
Shou knew he was being a little obvious in his staring. But stating it out loud seemed like a challenge from Miyavi. It could just be that he was just confident in his looks, being narcissistic, or it could be that he wanted Shou to flirt more openly.
Instead, Shou laughed, not so easily riled by the words, or by the stare Miyavi was giving him in the mirror, a sort of ‘come hither’ look that was offset by a wide grin. “Of course I’m staring. I’m thinking of how uncomfortable those must be.”
Miyavi stuck his tongue out at him in a childish retort, and Shou turned back to searching for the clothes, trying once again not to look back when he approached him again, looking over his shoulder. “Didn’t you wear tight gold pants once, Shou-kun?” He reached around him to pull one of the hangers from the rack, the bright shimmer of the pants visible through the slightly opaque clothing bag. The tag hanging from it bore his name, the band’s, and the word ‘Alpha’. “These if I’m not mistaken.”
“Are you suggesting I join your little game of dress-up?” When Shou turned to face him, he found Miyavi had moved even closer, his thumb once again hooked on the pants, tugging them down on his hips. The tattoo on his lower stomach was just visible- Don’t hesitate & Go.
“Only if you want to.” The glimpse of skin was only a tease, hidden again when the pressure of Miyavi’s thumb relented slightly. “I promise it will be more fun than just getting those gloves and returning to practice.”
“Alright.” Taking the hanger, Shou brushed up against Miyavi as he moved past him, quite enjoying the smirk he got as a reaction. A hanging curtain by the mirror served to partition the room and he went behind it to change.
The pants were more of a struggle than usual to fit in; his excitement made his hands fumble though he tried to keep cool, and his growing arousal made the snugness a bit of a problem. He didn’t bother with the belts of outfit, and kept his regular shirt on too, emerging from behind the curtain with a mocking imitation of Miyavi’s swagger.
Laughter was on his lips, and Shou was about to respond with the same, but Miyavi moved forward quickly, wrapping an arm around his waist as he pulled him into a kiss. One of Miyavi’s legs slid between his, hips grinding against him, and the friction from the fabric that stood in their way was maddening. Shou broke the kiss to moan, thrusting back against him.
The sensation of that alone was enough to make him feel close to coming, but Miyavi suddenly pulled away, leading him with a kiss before shoving him up against the mirror. Shou gasped, but Miyavi was up against him again, kissing him more passionately this time.
His hands reached for the zipper of his pants, hastening to undo it and get rid of the constriction that was quickly becoming uncomfortable. No sooner did he do that then he felt Miyavi’s hand slip inside and he fell to his knees, eyes closing as he moaned again, Miyavi moving with him to stay close. His nimble fingers had tugged the gold pants down some, and Shou opened his eyes to see he had done the same with his own, the belts pushed aside, before quickly closing them again as those same fingers curled around his erection, stroking him faster and faster, the low moans he heard telling him that Miyavi was doing the same for himself.
“Mi- Miyavi…” he gasped out. He heard a low chuckle in response and that was when he came, Miyavi’s hand never stopping until he, too, came. Shou slumped back against the mirror, watching through half-lidded eyes as Miyavi brought a finger to his lips and licked away the sticky white residue before kissing him lightly on the lips. He was smirking again as he stood up, trying to fix his clothes in the mirror.
Shou tilted his head, looking at his own reflection before laughing lightly. “Were you looking at yourself the whole time?”
“Oh, not the whole time…” he replied, posing again and blowing a kiss. “These pants really do look good, though. I’m glad I tried them on.”