[Sakuraiba] Missing You
TITLE: Missing You
PAIRING: Sakurai Sho/Aiba Masaki
RATING: NC-17 (fluffy smut)
LENGTH: 1,641 words
DISCLAIMER: I own not Arashi and never will.
SUMMARY: Sho's presence has become so natural that Masaki can't take it when he's not there anymore.
Happy reading! ♥
It always delighted Sho to be welcomed home by delicious smelling dinner. He'd sniff up a breathful before shouting an enthusiastic "I'm home" as he finished placing his shoes neatly on the floor. Then he'd hear some clanking metal sound from the kitchen, followed by loud, hurried footsteps rushing towards the entrance.
"Shochan, welcome home!" a voice would sound from the kitchen, a bit hoarse, quite high-pitched with excitement and very much loud as it could get. A smile crept up Sho's face as a tall man appeared from the direction of the kitchen and came rushing towards his open arms to be enveloped by long, slender arms in a warm, tight embrace.
"Hello, Masaki." Sho whispered into Masaki's ear, who buried his face deeper into a sloping shoulder.
"Shochan," Masaki squeezed the man in his arms tighter. "I missed you so much."
Sho chuckled. "We just filmed Arashichan together earlier, didn't we?"
"Yeah, but then you went off to more work so soon." Masaki released Sho after a slight pause, arms stayed around the other's waist. His right hand left its place to caress Sho's left cheek, compelling him to be held captive by sincere, worried brown eyes. "Aren't you getting too tired?"
Sho simply smiled, eyes curving to moons. He kept the answer to that question to himself. Of course he'll never get too tired. Knowing he'd return home to this loving warmth always gave him energy to keep pushing through whatever amount of work. So in stead, he planted a kiss on Masaki's lips, assuring Masaki he'll be okay, to which Masaki giggled, revealing a smile that melted Sho's heart even more.
They ate dinner together, like usual, talking about their day while their feet were tangled in other's warmth. They washed dishes together, at times finding ticklishly sweet moments when they'd grab for the same plate and each would sweet talk their way to letting the other allow them to wash that plate. Sho would take a bath after, while Masaki would dry the plates and put them back to their proper places in the cupboard.
That night, when Sho got out of the bath, Masaki was already lying in bed, much to his surprise. Usually the tall man would be up for some TV-watching, or perhaps devising some plan how to get Airando back on Himitsu no Arashichan. Assuming Masaki must have had a tiring day, he quietly crept into bed, his back against Masaki.
Sho's eyes jolted wide in surprise when he felt slender arms wrap around his torso, and warm breath on his nape. He welcomed the embrace, placing his own arms on top of the more slender ones that wrapped around him, then closed his eyes to sleep. But Masaki only tightened his embrace, digging his face further into Sho's back.
Sensing something must be wrong, Sho turned to face Masaki, squirming his way out of the tight embrace in the process. His left hand reached up to caress Masaki's right cheek in effort to comfort the younger man. Then Sho voiced out, barely more than a whisper, "Can't sleep, Masaki?"
Masaki shook his head an 'I can't.' while his eyes, a bit glossy, begged an 'I miss you too much.' Because Sho's presence has become so natural, Masaki couldn't take it if he wasn't around. And recently, Sho's been too busy. Masaki was usually very vocal about most things, but when it came to sensitive things like this, which hurt Masaki more than he himself knew, Sho was left to understand what Masaki wanted to say from his actions. And Sho had never had a problem. He always understood.
Sho pulled Masaki closer by the torso, comfort found in the warmth of areas they touched, then brought his lips to touch Masaki's. Masaki was quick to respond to Sho, nipping on Sho's lower lip in appeal to let his tongue enter. Sho chuckled at how adorable his Masaki was at being desperate for him. Obliging, Sho opened his mouth and gave the other's tongue entrance, only to dominate the kiss the whole while.
Masaki clutched onto Sho's arms as the rapper moved to straddle him, tightening his grip as if in effort to not let Sho suddenly disappear. "S-shochan," Masaki begged, almost a ghost of a whisper, voice caught in his throat just trying to get out.
"Masaki," Sho groaned low against Masaki's short puffs. His tongue let go of the other's a while, giving Masaki a moment to catch his breath. As Sho hovered over Masaki, their eyes wouldn't let go of each other, each drowning in the other's loving gaze. Sho leaned back down to put their foreheads together, whispering sweetly, "I love you, Masaki."
Masaki nodded in response, giggling at how ticklishly sweet Sho's "I love you"s are. He cast his reply in another kiss, locking lips and twirling tongues with his beloved Sho. His arms found their way around Sho's neck and pulled him closer as if he wasn't close enough.
Sho's hands slithered off underneath Masaki's shirt as he continued his loving tongue battle with Masaki. Masaki abruptly arched his back at the contact of Sho's warm hands with his formerly covered skin. The hands continued to slide upwards, bringing the loose shirt along with it. The movement was slow and sluggish, driving Masaki insane with the sense of Sho's touch. Sho drove him wilder when he took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck it.
"S-shoch--angh." Masaki moaned desperately, enjoying the sweet pleasures of Sho's mouth around his nipple, who fumbled it up and down with his tongue. He clutched onto Sho's hair, unknowing how else to express how pleasurable he felt.
"You love this, right?" Sho licked his way to the other nipple, and suckled on it the same way with the other.
"Hngh," Masaki moaned some more, covering his mouth with an arm in embarrassment. "S-shochan," he begged again, clutching at the back of Sho's shirt.
Like before, Sho understood and obliged. He left teasing the rose nipples and removed Masaki's and his shirt. After peeling the last sleeve off his right arm, Sho felt Masaki kiss his left sloping shoulder.
"Yes, Masaki?" He asked as he threw the shirt somewhere off right, then proceeded to take Masaki's lips again.
"I--ah," Masaki tried his hardest to speak through tongue licks Sho kept him busy with, drowning himself in Sho's sweet taste. "I want," he managed to say, stroking Sho's hard length through his boxers, then licking along Sho's full cheek. Sho understood, and obliged again. He sat back, weight supported by his elbows, then opened his legs wide for Masaki. He hissed when Masaki slid his hand under his boxers and took his length out. Masaki stared at it, then up at Sho lovingly before proceeding to take it into his mouth. Sho let his head fall backward, feeling the pleasure of Masaki's warmth around his cock. Every moan, every bob, every lick Masaki made drove Sho crazier, curling his toes in pleasure when he could find no other avenue to express the pleasure. Before he could feel his climax coming, he moaned, "Masaki" with a little tremor that Masaki took for a signal to stop.
Masaki obediently followed, climbing his way to level his face with Sho's, at the same time positioning his entrance to the head of Sho's length. They locked tongues again, tasting each others' flavors.
"Are you ready, Masaki?" Sho asked after a moment of catching their breaths, waiting for a response from the flushed-pink-cheeked Masaki.
Masaki simply nodded, and abruptly he was pulled down by Sho to take him. The stretch hurt so bad, but the feeling of Sho's heat was so delicious inside him. However, he couldn't help but scream with pain.
Sho kissed Masaki again, trying to distract him from the pain. He kept whispering "I love you" and "Relax, Masaki" though they drowned to blend with Masaki's breathless pants and moans. Masaki moved up a bit, then fell further than the past fall, taking Sho more and more until he was finally able to take the full of Sho's length.
"Still okay, Masaki?" Sho asked as he gave Masaki time to adjust. Masaki was almost powerless, being held up only by Sho's grip on his arms.
Masaki nodded another 'yes', leaning towards Sho and placing his hands on his shoulders for better support. Then he began moving, up and down, up and down, screaming loud with pleasure once Sho hit his prostate just right. "Sh-shochan," he moaned, slowly turning more and more into a chant.
"I'm here, Masaki." Sho assured him with a bit of a pleasured grunt, enjoying Masaki's tight warmth. He pulled Masaki down further to hit his spot that felt so good.
"Shochan," Masaki begged again, leaning his lips towards Sho's for another heated kiss, making him angle better to let Sho hit his prostate more.
"Ah, ah, Sh-sho-chan--ngh," Masaki moaned, soon drowning his words in a chant of unintelligible sounds of pleasure. He could feel the warmth pool around his stomach, and he knew he was coming close.
"Oh, shi--Masaki." Sho gritted his teeth at the sudden tightening of Masaki around him as Masaki came unto his torso, screaming a loud 'Shochan'. Sho followed a few thrusts after.
Tired and spent, the two laid beside each other on the bed. Panting, each trying to catch their breaths. Sho somehow found the strength to pull the sheets over them so as not to get a cold the next morning. As he laid back down, Masaki wrapped an arm around his torso again, lying his head comfortable on Sho's chest, whispering an "I love Shochan."
Sho smiled to himself, planted a kiss on Masaki's head, caressing it, then letting himself fall to slumber.
"I love you, too, Masaki."
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AFTERNOTES: Well, that was my first ever Arashi-related smut fic. Erm, I hope you enjoyed it. xD Do tell me what you think about it. ♥ I've read quite sexual smut fics but none of them have been gentle, so I hope I got to write a gentle fic though still smutty? Er. Yeah. xD'
And I know I promised Sakuraiba angst in my last post, but lol~ it's still not done. o-o I don't even know how this smut fic came to be considering how incredible busy I've been recently. Oh well. Smut's gotta get out of my system, I guess?
Anyhow, thank you very much for your time. ♥ I hope you enjoyed reading the fic. :3
PAIRING: Sakurai Sho/Aiba Masaki
RATING: NC-17 (fluffy smut)
LENGTH: 1,641 words
DISCLAIMER: I own not Arashi and never will.
SUMMARY: Sho's presence has become so natural that Masaki can't take it when he's not there anymore.
Happy reading! ♥
It always delighted Sho to be welcomed home by delicious smelling dinner. He'd sniff up a breathful before shouting an enthusiastic "I'm home" as he finished placing his shoes neatly on the floor. Then he'd hear some clanking metal sound from the kitchen, followed by loud, hurried footsteps rushing towards the entrance.
"Shochan, welcome home!" a voice would sound from the kitchen, a bit hoarse, quite high-pitched with excitement and very much loud as it could get. A smile crept up Sho's face as a tall man appeared from the direction of the kitchen and came rushing towards his open arms to be enveloped by long, slender arms in a warm, tight embrace.
"Hello, Masaki." Sho whispered into Masaki's ear, who buried his face deeper into a sloping shoulder.
"Shochan," Masaki squeezed the man in his arms tighter. "I missed you so much."
Sho chuckled. "We just filmed Arashichan together earlier, didn't we?"
"Yeah, but then you went off to more work so soon." Masaki released Sho after a slight pause, arms stayed around the other's waist. His right hand left its place to caress Sho's left cheek, compelling him to be held captive by sincere, worried brown eyes. "Aren't you getting too tired?"
Sho simply smiled, eyes curving to moons. He kept the answer to that question to himself. Of course he'll never get too tired. Knowing he'd return home to this loving warmth always gave him energy to keep pushing through whatever amount of work. So in stead, he planted a kiss on Masaki's lips, assuring Masaki he'll be okay, to which Masaki giggled, revealing a smile that melted Sho's heart even more.
They ate dinner together, like usual, talking about their day while their feet were tangled in other's warmth. They washed dishes together, at times finding ticklishly sweet moments when they'd grab for the same plate and each would sweet talk their way to letting the other allow them to wash that plate. Sho would take a bath after, while Masaki would dry the plates and put them back to their proper places in the cupboard.
That night, when Sho got out of the bath, Masaki was already lying in bed, much to his surprise. Usually the tall man would be up for some TV-watching, or perhaps devising some plan how to get Airando back on Himitsu no Arashichan. Assuming Masaki must have had a tiring day, he quietly crept into bed, his back against Masaki.
Sho's eyes jolted wide in surprise when he felt slender arms wrap around his torso, and warm breath on his nape. He welcomed the embrace, placing his own arms on top of the more slender ones that wrapped around him, then closed his eyes to sleep. But Masaki only tightened his embrace, digging his face further into Sho's back.
Sensing something must be wrong, Sho turned to face Masaki, squirming his way out of the tight embrace in the process. His left hand reached up to caress Masaki's right cheek in effort to comfort the younger man. Then Sho voiced out, barely more than a whisper, "Can't sleep, Masaki?"
Masaki shook his head an 'I can't.' while his eyes, a bit glossy, begged an 'I miss you too much.' Because Sho's presence has become so natural, Masaki couldn't take it if he wasn't around. And recently, Sho's been too busy. Masaki was usually very vocal about most things, but when it came to sensitive things like this, which hurt Masaki more than he himself knew, Sho was left to understand what Masaki wanted to say from his actions. And Sho had never had a problem. He always understood.
Sho pulled Masaki closer by the torso, comfort found in the warmth of areas they touched, then brought his lips to touch Masaki's. Masaki was quick to respond to Sho, nipping on Sho's lower lip in appeal to let his tongue enter. Sho chuckled at how adorable his Masaki was at being desperate for him. Obliging, Sho opened his mouth and gave the other's tongue entrance, only to dominate the kiss the whole while.
Masaki clutched onto Sho's arms as the rapper moved to straddle him, tightening his grip as if in effort to not let Sho suddenly disappear. "S-shochan," Masaki begged, almost a ghost of a whisper, voice caught in his throat just trying to get out.
"Masaki," Sho groaned low against Masaki's short puffs. His tongue let go of the other's a while, giving Masaki a moment to catch his breath. As Sho hovered over Masaki, their eyes wouldn't let go of each other, each drowning in the other's loving gaze. Sho leaned back down to put their foreheads together, whispering sweetly, "I love you, Masaki."
Masaki nodded in response, giggling at how ticklishly sweet Sho's "I love you"s are. He cast his reply in another kiss, locking lips and twirling tongues with his beloved Sho. His arms found their way around Sho's neck and pulled him closer as if he wasn't close enough.
Sho's hands slithered off underneath Masaki's shirt as he continued his loving tongue battle with Masaki. Masaki abruptly arched his back at the contact of Sho's warm hands with his formerly covered skin. The hands continued to slide upwards, bringing the loose shirt along with it. The movement was slow and sluggish, driving Masaki insane with the sense of Sho's touch. Sho drove him wilder when he took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck it.
"S-shoch--angh." Masaki moaned desperately, enjoying the sweet pleasures of Sho's mouth around his nipple, who fumbled it up and down with his tongue. He clutched onto Sho's hair, unknowing how else to express how pleasurable he felt.
"You love this, right?" Sho licked his way to the other nipple, and suckled on it the same way with the other.
"Hngh," Masaki moaned some more, covering his mouth with an arm in embarrassment. "S-shochan," he begged again, clutching at the back of Sho's shirt.
Like before, Sho understood and obliged. He left teasing the rose nipples and removed Masaki's and his shirt. After peeling the last sleeve off his right arm, Sho felt Masaki kiss his left sloping shoulder.
"Yes, Masaki?" He asked as he threw the shirt somewhere off right, then proceeded to take Masaki's lips again.
"I--ah," Masaki tried his hardest to speak through tongue licks Sho kept him busy with, drowning himself in Sho's sweet taste. "I want," he managed to say, stroking Sho's hard length through his boxers, then licking along Sho's full cheek. Sho understood, and obliged again. He sat back, weight supported by his elbows, then opened his legs wide for Masaki. He hissed when Masaki slid his hand under his boxers and took his length out. Masaki stared at it, then up at Sho lovingly before proceeding to take it into his mouth. Sho let his head fall backward, feeling the pleasure of Masaki's warmth around his cock. Every moan, every bob, every lick Masaki made drove Sho crazier, curling his toes in pleasure when he could find no other avenue to express the pleasure. Before he could feel his climax coming, he moaned, "Masaki" with a little tremor that Masaki took for a signal to stop.
Masaki obediently followed, climbing his way to level his face with Sho's, at the same time positioning his entrance to the head of Sho's length. They locked tongues again, tasting each others' flavors.
"Are you ready, Masaki?" Sho asked after a moment of catching their breaths, waiting for a response from the flushed-pink-cheeked Masaki.
Masaki simply nodded, and abruptly he was pulled down by Sho to take him. The stretch hurt so bad, but the feeling of Sho's heat was so delicious inside him. However, he couldn't help but scream with pain.
Sho kissed Masaki again, trying to distract him from the pain. He kept whispering "I love you" and "Relax, Masaki" though they drowned to blend with Masaki's breathless pants and moans. Masaki moved up a bit, then fell further than the past fall, taking Sho more and more until he was finally able to take the full of Sho's length.
"Still okay, Masaki?" Sho asked as he gave Masaki time to adjust. Masaki was almost powerless, being held up only by Sho's grip on his arms.
Masaki nodded another 'yes', leaning towards Sho and placing his hands on his shoulders for better support. Then he began moving, up and down, up and down, screaming loud with pleasure once Sho hit his prostate just right. "Sh-shochan," he moaned, slowly turning more and more into a chant.
"I'm here, Masaki." Sho assured him with a bit of a pleasured grunt, enjoying Masaki's tight warmth. He pulled Masaki down further to hit his spot that felt so good.
"Shochan," Masaki begged again, leaning his lips towards Sho's for another heated kiss, making him angle better to let Sho hit his prostate more.
"Ah, ah, Sh-sho-chan--ngh," Masaki moaned, soon drowning his words in a chant of unintelligible sounds of pleasure. He could feel the warmth pool around his stomach, and he knew he was coming close.
"Oh, shi--Masaki." Sho gritted his teeth at the sudden tightening of Masaki around him as Masaki came unto his torso, screaming a loud 'Shochan'. Sho followed a few thrusts after.
Tired and spent, the two laid beside each other on the bed. Panting, each trying to catch their breaths. Sho somehow found the strength to pull the sheets over them so as not to get a cold the next morning. As he laid back down, Masaki wrapped an arm around his torso again, lying his head comfortable on Sho's chest, whispering an "I love Shochan."
Sho smiled to himself, planted a kiss on Masaki's head, caressing it, then letting himself fall to slumber.
"I love you, too, Masaki."
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AFTERNOTES: Well, that was my first ever Arashi-related smut fic. Erm, I hope you enjoyed it. xD Do tell me what you think about it. ♥ I've read quite sexual smut fics but none of them have been gentle, so I hope I got to write a gentle fic though still smutty? Er. Yeah. xD'
And I know I promised Sakuraiba angst in my last post, but lol~ it's still not done. o-o I don't even know how this smut fic came to be considering how incredible busy I've been recently. Oh well. Smut's gotta get out of my system, I guess?
Anyhow, thank you very much for your time. ♥ I hope you enjoyed reading the fic. :3