TITLE: T.A.B.O.O
PAIRING: Aiba Masaki/Sakurai Sho
RATING: NC-17 (smut)
LENGTH: 1,103 words
DISCLAIMER: I own not Arashi and never will.
SUMMARY: Cause Aiba is obsessed with Sho's T.A.B.O.O more than all the fangirls combined.
Happy reading! ♥
No one could probably ever comprehend just how much Aiba Masaki was turned on by Sakurai Sho's T.A.B.O.O. It wasn't just the overly hinting lyrics. It wasn't just how the rapper's voice in the song sounds so much like his hot cries while they had sex. It wasn't how the sensual cries of passion were translated to sensual beats in the song. It wasn't just how Sho's outfit clung so tight to his arms, contoured his ass and bulge, so kinky and delicious in all its glory.
It wasn't just those.
It was every single thing about T.A.B.O.O.
The tall man watched the sensual rapper performing T.A.B.O.O on one of the screens backstage. His tongue sneaked out of its covers, licking on his lower lip at the delicious sight before him. He noticed every alluring "ah", every hint of body wave, every minuscule movement until the very last pose of the performance.
It was all too much to bear.
An untimely gasp escaped Sho's lips as he was abruptly pinned to the floor when he was about to change for 'let me down'. "A-aibachan, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be out for 'let me--ah'," he moaned perfectly as practiced against the microphone a few minutes ago while performing. Aiba had just quickly pulled his shimmering red jacket down both sloping shoulders and licked a delicious vein on his neck. Sho tasted saltier than usual from T.A.B.O.O sweat, the tall man thought, but the taste of Sho still drove him insane. "W-w-w-what are you doing?!" The rapper asked in panic, trying to look past Aiba's shoulder for any incoming staff member.
"I want to 'get down' with Shochan, of course!" Aiba cheerfully stated, quickly opening up the offensive white top that should've been discarded long ago while the rapper was still on stage. He stared down at the handsome mess beneath him, the seductive eyes, the wet hair sticking to random parts of his forehead, the red-flushed cheeks, the open, almost moaning mouth, the movement of the sloping shoulders and defined chest accompanied by the tensing up of the taut 6-pack moving to match the rapper's rough breathing, and legs, wide open, just for him. The tall man observed it all in one glance, eyes getting immediately drunk from the glory of the disheveled T.A.B.O.O outfit. He quickly dove down to lick and fumble his thumb up and against rose nipples.
"N--now?" Sho managed to say between breathless moans. He didn't know what else to say or do. He could only feel the hot, wet tongue against his hard chest, feel the warm hands of the tall man get rid of both his black bottoms and briefs to feel his growing, now bare, need for Aiba Masaki himself right then and there.
"Just give it up." Aiba smirked and, after releasing his own aching need from its confines, leaned down to whisper ghostly against Sho's ear. "I know you want to get it get it get it get it get now."
Sho shivered at the heat of Aiba's bulge as it roughly rubbed against his own throbbing need. "L-less than two minutes. Carry out." was all he could utter in reply.
Everything after was quick. The rush, the danger of getting caught, the anxiety of not finishing in time for the rapper's turn to go on stage, all were too pleasurable that it fueled them to go fast. In some world far away 'let me down's music was playing, and the staff were looking for both of them. Here, in their rush, all they could hear was each other's moans, rugged breathing and the slapping of skin against skin as Aiba drove himself in and out of Sho's tight hole. All they could feel were each other's bodies. Sho felt the warm Aiba within him deliciously stretching him wide and Aiba felt the rapper's tight walls clamp around him.
It was like they were morphed into a different world where time slowed down just for them.
The rapper felt every lick around his nipples, every lick as the wet tongue trailed up his chest and to his neck. Each lick was so pleasurable he couldn't help but lean his head left and whined softly, "No kiss?" to which he got a tongue immediately and roughly shoved into his mouth. Wild tongues twirled against each other, wrestling against while tasting every bit of each other. No time was spent to swallow or breathe just letting the saliva pool out of each others' mouths until the lack of oxygen was no longer bearable. Quick warm puffs would ghost against each others' faces until they lock lips again.
The rapper then locked his legs around the tall man's torso and pulled himself closer to the tall man, driving the tall man's bulge deeper and more deliciously into him, hitting right at his sweet spot. A loud, practiced moan sounded through his mouth again. The rapper's thick fingers clutched against the tall man's back, almost scraping wounds onto it from the pain of the delicious stretch of his hole. Aiba could only moan at the luscious pain.
"A-aibachan," Sho moaned hard against Aiba's intruding tongue. He could feel his climax coming, he wanted to warn the tall man. But feeling Aiba's warm chest rub against his own as he breathed made him fail to scramble for the next set of words to say.
Aiba understood though and whispered against the warm puffs of air Sho moaned against his face, "Baby come."
As if he wasn't turned on enough, Aiba's rough voice quoting his own solo sent a sudden surge of pleasure all throughout his body, making him shudder in pleasure and spurt his seed onto Aiba's white shirt. Shortly after, Aiba spilled his own seed into Sho's warm hole from the pleasure of the rapper's walls clamming around him.
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Around an hour later, the two sat on their knees in front of around 50,000 fans and the three other members of Arashi.
"So," a somewhat infuriated thick-browed Jun started. Ohno was giggling next to Nino who was whispering theories to his beloved leader, while laughing a bit at the two shameful members in front of them. Jun continued after shushing the other pair of lovebirds, "what have you two learned from today? Sho not being able to rap and both of you going missing for around 5 songs?"
The pair looked shyly at each other, ashamed of having to say such things in front of their fans. Unfortunately, under Jun's wrath, they had no escape. So they answered in unison.
"Quickies are… taboo."
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AFTERNOTES: This was definitely rushed. I did this for, what, a little less than an hour and a half? LOL
For helping to prompt me, this is sort of for you,
lovu_lovu_aiba. Hope it fixes up your lack of Sakuraiba fix. xD
Hope you guys enjoyed reading it! Sorry if the fic feels too rushed. Well, it's supposed to be rushed anyway. LOL
Could you spot all the T.A.B.O.O lines? ;P Thanks for your time. ♥
EDIT (10:34AM) Okay, so I had to research on some things I mentioned in the fic if they were really correct. LOL
Searched for the dome setlist just to see if my "1 hour later" (meaning during the MC) was correct. And so it is (cause there are around 10 songs between T.A.B.O.O and MC). ♥
If you were wondering which "5 songs" Sakuraiba missed, they missed let me down, mada ue wo, kagerou, Oh Yeah! and Shizuka na Yoru ni (but they weren't really needed for that lol). Basically, they only showed up to the staff after Ohno's solo started. lol
Also, the 'almost 50,000 fans' I'm talking about Fukuoka Dome which could hold 48,000+ people.
Yays. Facts support my fic. lol
/end of random rant