flavor of life interlude & merboys update
AU Fic: Flavor of Life (Interlude)
Pairing: Sho/Jun
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 736
Summary: Can be read as a one-shot but actually picks up right where I left off in my Arashi porn star AU.
Jun slides into wakeful consciousness in a single instant. It’s swathed pitch all around him and he’s a little disoriented. It takes him a few seconds to realize there are arms banded around him and a gravelly voice whispering into his ear.
“I’m going to fuck you right here, now.”
Sho.
There is a hand clamped over his mouth and Jun can't move, can't see. He wants to look for the camcorder but somehow instinctively knows there isn't one, not here, not now. He forces himself to relax against the vice and moves his head in the tiniest of nods. Sho rubs Jun's head with his chin roughly and removes his hand from Jun's face, dropping it to his chest and pulling off Jun's shirt in a swift movement. Jun shivers at the sudden hit of cold air as he’s pulled upright and bowed back. The blood rushes to his cock dizzyingly. Jun doesn't think he's ever gotten this hard this quickly before; it's almost painful. His senses are on red alert. Sho cups his erection summarily and Jun can’t help arching a little. He presses his lips together as Sho rubs him unhurriedly through the thin material of his briefs, gently, tenderly, almost like a lover. When Sho finally drags the slip of fabric down and splays his hand over Jun’s cock, Jun’s breathing turns ugly, harsh and ragged at the skin contact. Sho’s assiduous fondling is interspersed with his snapping Jun’s stiff cock against Jun’s belly to play up Jun’s arousal. Jun jerks along with his cock, biting out a throttled moan. Sho flicks his tongue against the shell of Jun’s ear, casually brushing Jun’s nipples before saying quietly into his ear, “Hush unless you want them to wake up and see this.” Jun shudders. He’s slick against Sho’s hand; he can’t help himself but it seems as though Sho likes it, returning to the head of Jun’s cock over and over again to tease it.
Sho doesn’t move to Jun’s front, and Jun’s unsteady with desire. He wants to see Sho, he wants to see Sho’s fingers playing his cock like a fucking virtuoso. He’d probably come just from that sight alone, but he can barely make out anything in the dark.
Sho presses a finger into him and Jun rears back, bucking his hips helplessly, silently into Sho’s other hand, fighting not to come instantaneously. His senses are heightened by the dislocating sensory deprivation. He turns his head a little desperately, seeking. Sho’s mouth is almost a revelation. Jun tangles tongues breathlessly in the heady heat, going rigid as Sho continues to rub his pucker deliberately with cold, sleek fingers. It’s Sho’s turn to make a muffled noise when Jun recklessly thrusts down on the fingers inside him. He sucks on Jun’s tongue as he applies pressure on Jun’s perineum and Jun’s erect cock throbs wildly as it leaks further. It’s too much, too much and not enough all at once and Jun’s already bouncing, he’s certain he’s already made a mess of the sheets but he wants more, he wants Sho’s cock.
Sho pulls away momentarily and then draws Jun back in so that Jun’s on top of him, legs spread, still facing away from him and slides Jun slowly onto his cock. Jun clenches helplessly around it. It’s almost as if he’s fucking the night itself as Sho grips his ass and moves him languidly up and down his cock. It sounds obscene.
Jun throws his head back as Sho fucks him relentlessly and indistinctly sees Aiba, who is half sitting up on the bed. Aiba’s eyes are on him, glittering in the twilight of the room, and Jun’s breath hitches but Jun is too far gone, too insensate and being thoroughly fucked to feel consternated. The immediacy of Aiba’s gaze on him mating with Sho rips the barriers and Jun cries out hoarsely as Sho gives a particularly savage thrust upwards. Sho’s hand comes up to squeeze Jun’s cock punishingly and Jun can’t help but let out another uncontrolled high-pitched moan, heedless.
He sees Aiba turn away at the precise instant Sho shoots hotly inside him, coming off the bed a little to dampen his groan against Jun’s sweaty back and simultaneously pushing into Jun more. Jun goes blind at the sensory overload. His climax is seething pleasure; the devastation drives the thought of Aiba from his mind.
the next part
And because I am too leery to give you just that:
AU Fic: Merboys (2/5)
Pairings: Sho/Aiba, Nino/Aiba
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,240 / 8,346
Aiba is a curious merboy. And yes, he strikes a faustian bargain to meet a human prince on land.
1.
2.
The first breath Aiba takes when he emerges from the water is accompanied by excruciating pain, the likes of which he’s never felt before. He instinctively clutches for Nino but is met with only empty air. He collapses onto the bank. The sable sky is bestrewed with coruscated stars, the kind of night that Nino and he love to admire, sneaking out of the palace past the indulgent guards to their secret atoll and floating around lazily on their backs looking up at the immense swath. The pain makes Aiba dizzy and he burrows into the powdery sand; it is the last thing he remembers.
When he wakes, he’s ensconced in fluffy whiteness. Aiba sits up. He’s wearing clothes- they cling to him and are warm and soft. When he tries getting out of bed, he falls down. He has legs now. Aiba inspects them curiously. There’s hair on them, a little more than there is on his arms. They’re slightly longer than his tail was. Aiba pulls himself upright using the bedpost and gingerly tries walking a few steps. He doesn’t even notice when the door opens.
Suddenly, Sakurai is in front of him. Aiba blinks at him and grins. Sakurai looks a little surprised as he greets him, “Good morning." Aiba unhesitatingly opens his mouth to answer and his face falls a little when he remembers he no longer has his voice. Sakurai cocks his head to a side, perplexed. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
Aiba tries to form the words, hoping that Sakurai will understand what he’s trying to say even if he can’t speak but Sakurai shakes his head, widening his eyes. Aiba is crestfallen. Impetuously, he reaches for Sakurai’s hand and brings it to his mouth to feel his words. Sakurai pulls back his hand like he’s been burnt.
“If you’re feeling better you should come down for breakfast,” he announces shortly before turning and leaving the room.
Aiba is left alone, bemused.
When he finally manages to make it out of the room he’s discomposed by the set of staggered steps cut into a single block that leads downstairs. The steps look too tiny to bear his weight and Aiba is honestly scared. Despite himself, Aiba wishes Nino were around. He feels lonely and confused in this different world. Aiba sets one foot down carefully on a step and then the other, gripping the banister. He’s down perhaps a few steps when he miscalculates and his foot shoots right out from underneath himself and he loses his precarious balance. He falls down a number of steps and strikes his head hard against the landing. The shock of it enervates him and he lies there without attempting to move again. He doesn’t turn his head when he feels the vibration underneath him and opens his eyes to see Sakurai over him with a grim expression on his face. Aiba whimpers soundlessly both in pain and apprehension. Sakurai doesn’t seem to like him very much. Aiba hadn’t realized he’d had expected Sakurai to remember being saved by him and calling out his name in his state of unconsciousness before he’d gotten on land. When Sakurai lifts him into his arms and staggers back up the steps, Aiba hides his face against Sakurai’s covered chest and sighs as he is borne off to exhausted sleep.
When he comes to again, he’s ensconced in fluffy whiteness. Amidst that on-a-fat-cloud feeling is pain and Aiba feels up the bandage on his head, wincing when he inadvertently touches a particularly sore spot. His hand is gently brushed away by another and Aiba trails his eyes upward to see Sakurai, a look of concern stapled to his handsome features. Aiba snatches his hand back guiltily and presses it between his body and the bed. Sakurai narrows his eyes a little but doesn’t say anything, instead lightly touching the sides of Aiba’s face and studying Aiba’s eyes carefully. The corners of his mouth turn up a little when Aiba, wondering, follows his lead and looks back deeply into Sakurai’s eyes too. Sakurai sets down a tray in front of Aiba and places a shaped glass of something cool and white in Aiba’s hand.
“Drink,” he says simply.
Aiba does. He looks on curiously as Sakurai opens a jewel-colored jar and spreads glimmering trails on white soft pieces that he hands to Aiba who looks upon them in polite inquiry.
"Eat," Sakurai enunciates and Aiba hastens to stuff a piece into his mouth. There is a veritable explosion of flavor in his mouth and Aiba forgets himself enough to stare up at Sakurai in stark surprise before cramming the second piece into his mouth and chewing rapidly. It tastes like how he's always inanely imagined sunshine to; the sweetness lingers on his lips as he closes his eyes in sheer pleasure. There is wonderment manifest in Sho’s crystalline eyes and despite himself, Aiba finds himself leaning in forward just a bit as Sakurai wipes his chin for him with a big white piece of cloth.
“I like strawberry jam too,” Sakurai says and Aiba smiles shyly at him.
“I’ve drawn you a bath,” Sakurai says and Aiba knits his brow a little. “My name is Sakurai Sho. Can you write down your name for me?”
Aiba stares blankly at the white piece of thin material and slender instrument that Sho sets in his lap. Sho takes away the device after a few minutes and uncaps it before slipping it into Aiba’s hand. Aiba experimentally slides the tip across the white material and is overjoyed to see a black line instantaneously appearing along with the movement. He immediately busies himself with exploring how this happens and what he can do with it. When Sho closes his hand over Aiba’s furiously moving one, Aiba looks at him and beams.
“I'll call you Taiyou,” Sho says. Aiba makes a moue before deciding he likes the name after all. He vaguely remembers Nino calling him “irrepressibly sunny” once. Aiba licks his lips again, unconsciously. Sho's gaze flicks to Aiba's lips and back up to his eyes in the span of a breath. "Bath now," he reminds Aiba and Aiba reluctantly lets go of the drawing instruments he likes so much.
Instead of bringing him to the sea for a dip, however, Sho leads him to a palatial room with a gigantic claw-footed bathtub. Aiba strips quickly and sinks down happily into the warm water, contentedly watching as Sho adds extraordinary things to the tub from the apothecary that the bathroom contains. He submerges himself in the cloudy water, absurdly pleased at how long he can still hold his breath underwater despite not being able to breathe underwater anymore. Sho fishes him out a little roughly minutes later; Aiba is slippery and twists himself a little to marvel at a sheen he's somehow acquired from the nice-smelling water. Sho's hand tightens on his arm that bears his birthmark and Aiba turns his head, looking at Sho trustingly through the skeins of hair matted to his forehead. Sho's grip gentles slowly and he caresses the pink marks on Aiba's arms a little apologetically, his smile strained as he gets up and brushes his clothes off. Aiba bobs along on the water waiting for him to join him in the tub but instead, Sho strides away. He clicks the door closed very gently behind him.
3+4.
Notes: I'm a little apprehensive to put my name down at onceuponameme (or even je_holiday), especially since I have not worked up to where/how I want for Merboys but I would rather like some constructive criticism, because I am always worried. You can tell me anything, either here or on my old thread here. I'd really love you for it.
Pairing: Sho/Jun
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 736
Summary: Can be read as a one-shot but actually picks up right where I left off in my Arashi porn star AU.
Jun slides into wakeful consciousness in a single instant. It’s swathed pitch all around him and he’s a little disoriented. It takes him a few seconds to realize there are arms banded around him and a gravelly voice whispering into his ear.
“I’m going to fuck you right here, now.”
Sho.
There is a hand clamped over his mouth and Jun can't move, can't see. He wants to look for the camcorder but somehow instinctively knows there isn't one, not here, not now. He forces himself to relax against the vice and moves his head in the tiniest of nods. Sho rubs Jun's head with his chin roughly and removes his hand from Jun's face, dropping it to his chest and pulling off Jun's shirt in a swift movement. Jun shivers at the sudden hit of cold air as he’s pulled upright and bowed back. The blood rushes to his cock dizzyingly. Jun doesn't think he's ever gotten this hard this quickly before; it's almost painful. His senses are on red alert. Sho cups his erection summarily and Jun can’t help arching a little. He presses his lips together as Sho rubs him unhurriedly through the thin material of his briefs, gently, tenderly, almost like a lover. When Sho finally drags the slip of fabric down and splays his hand over Jun’s cock, Jun’s breathing turns ugly, harsh and ragged at the skin contact. Sho’s assiduous fondling is interspersed with his snapping Jun’s stiff cock against Jun’s belly to play up Jun’s arousal. Jun jerks along with his cock, biting out a throttled moan. Sho flicks his tongue against the shell of Jun’s ear, casually brushing Jun’s nipples before saying quietly into his ear, “Hush unless you want them to wake up and see this.” Jun shudders. He’s slick against Sho’s hand; he can’t help himself but it seems as though Sho likes it, returning to the head of Jun’s cock over and over again to tease it.
Sho doesn’t move to Jun’s front, and Jun’s unsteady with desire. He wants to see Sho, he wants to see Sho’s fingers playing his cock like a fucking virtuoso. He’d probably come just from that sight alone, but he can barely make out anything in the dark.
Sho presses a finger into him and Jun rears back, bucking his hips helplessly, silently into Sho’s other hand, fighting not to come instantaneously. His senses are heightened by the dislocating sensory deprivation. He turns his head a little desperately, seeking. Sho’s mouth is almost a revelation. Jun tangles tongues breathlessly in the heady heat, going rigid as Sho continues to rub his pucker deliberately with cold, sleek fingers. It’s Sho’s turn to make a muffled noise when Jun recklessly thrusts down on the fingers inside him. He sucks on Jun’s tongue as he applies pressure on Jun’s perineum and Jun’s erect cock throbs wildly as it leaks further. It’s too much, too much and not enough all at once and Jun’s already bouncing, he’s certain he’s already made a mess of the sheets but he wants more, he wants Sho’s cock.
Sho pulls away momentarily and then draws Jun back in so that Jun’s on top of him, legs spread, still facing away from him and slides Jun slowly onto his cock. Jun clenches helplessly around it. It’s almost as if he’s fucking the night itself as Sho grips his ass and moves him languidly up and down his cock. It sounds obscene.
Jun throws his head back as Sho fucks him relentlessly and indistinctly sees Aiba, who is half sitting up on the bed. Aiba’s eyes are on him, glittering in the twilight of the room, and Jun’s breath hitches but Jun is too far gone, too insensate and being thoroughly fucked to feel consternated. The immediacy of Aiba’s gaze on him mating with Sho rips the barriers and Jun cries out hoarsely as Sho gives a particularly savage thrust upwards. Sho’s hand comes up to squeeze Jun’s cock punishingly and Jun can’t help but let out another uncontrolled high-pitched moan, heedless.
He sees Aiba turn away at the precise instant Sho shoots hotly inside him, coming off the bed a little to dampen his groan against Jun’s sweaty back and simultaneously pushing into Jun more. Jun goes blind at the sensory overload. His climax is seething pleasure; the devastation drives the thought of Aiba from his mind.
the next part
And because I am too leery to give you just that:
AU Fic: Merboys (2/5)
Pairings: Sho/Aiba, Nino/Aiba
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,240 / 8,346
Aiba is a curious merboy. And yes, he strikes a faustian bargain to meet a human prince on land.
1.
2.
The first breath Aiba takes when he emerges from the water is accompanied by excruciating pain, the likes of which he’s never felt before. He instinctively clutches for Nino but is met with only empty air. He collapses onto the bank. The sable sky is bestrewed with coruscated stars, the kind of night that Nino and he love to admire, sneaking out of the palace past the indulgent guards to their secret atoll and floating around lazily on their backs looking up at the immense swath. The pain makes Aiba dizzy and he burrows into the powdery sand; it is the last thing he remembers.
When he wakes, he’s ensconced in fluffy whiteness. Aiba sits up. He’s wearing clothes- they cling to him and are warm and soft. When he tries getting out of bed, he falls down. He has legs now. Aiba inspects them curiously. There’s hair on them, a little more than there is on his arms. They’re slightly longer than his tail was. Aiba pulls himself upright using the bedpost and gingerly tries walking a few steps. He doesn’t even notice when the door opens.
Suddenly, Sakurai is in front of him. Aiba blinks at him and grins. Sakurai looks a little surprised as he greets him, “Good morning." Aiba unhesitatingly opens his mouth to answer and his face falls a little when he remembers he no longer has his voice. Sakurai cocks his head to a side, perplexed. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
Aiba tries to form the words, hoping that Sakurai will understand what he’s trying to say even if he can’t speak but Sakurai shakes his head, widening his eyes. Aiba is crestfallen. Impetuously, he reaches for Sakurai’s hand and brings it to his mouth to feel his words. Sakurai pulls back his hand like he’s been burnt.
“If you’re feeling better you should come down for breakfast,” he announces shortly before turning and leaving the room.
Aiba is left alone, bemused.
When he finally manages to make it out of the room he’s discomposed by the set of staggered steps cut into a single block that leads downstairs. The steps look too tiny to bear his weight and Aiba is honestly scared. Despite himself, Aiba wishes Nino were around. He feels lonely and confused in this different world. Aiba sets one foot down carefully on a step and then the other, gripping the banister. He’s down perhaps a few steps when he miscalculates and his foot shoots right out from underneath himself and he loses his precarious balance. He falls down a number of steps and strikes his head hard against the landing. The shock of it enervates him and he lies there without attempting to move again. He doesn’t turn his head when he feels the vibration underneath him and opens his eyes to see Sakurai over him with a grim expression on his face. Aiba whimpers soundlessly both in pain and apprehension. Sakurai doesn’t seem to like him very much. Aiba hadn’t realized he’d had expected Sakurai to remember being saved by him and calling out his name in his state of unconsciousness before he’d gotten on land. When Sakurai lifts him into his arms and staggers back up the steps, Aiba hides his face against Sakurai’s covered chest and sighs as he is borne off to exhausted sleep.
When he comes to again, he’s ensconced in fluffy whiteness. Amidst that on-a-fat-cloud feeling is pain and Aiba feels up the bandage on his head, wincing when he inadvertently touches a particularly sore spot. His hand is gently brushed away by another and Aiba trails his eyes upward to see Sakurai, a look of concern stapled to his handsome features. Aiba snatches his hand back guiltily and presses it between his body and the bed. Sakurai narrows his eyes a little but doesn’t say anything, instead lightly touching the sides of Aiba’s face and studying Aiba’s eyes carefully. The corners of his mouth turn up a little when Aiba, wondering, follows his lead and looks back deeply into Sakurai’s eyes too. Sakurai sets down a tray in front of Aiba and places a shaped glass of something cool and white in Aiba’s hand.
“Drink,” he says simply.
Aiba does. He looks on curiously as Sakurai opens a jewel-colored jar and spreads glimmering trails on white soft pieces that he hands to Aiba who looks upon them in polite inquiry.
"Eat," Sakurai enunciates and Aiba hastens to stuff a piece into his mouth. There is a veritable explosion of flavor in his mouth and Aiba forgets himself enough to stare up at Sakurai in stark surprise before cramming the second piece into his mouth and chewing rapidly. It tastes like how he's always inanely imagined sunshine to; the sweetness lingers on his lips as he closes his eyes in sheer pleasure. There is wonderment manifest in Sho’s crystalline eyes and despite himself, Aiba finds himself leaning in forward just a bit as Sakurai wipes his chin for him with a big white piece of cloth.
“I like strawberry jam too,” Sakurai says and Aiba smiles shyly at him.
“I’ve drawn you a bath,” Sakurai says and Aiba knits his brow a little. “My name is Sakurai Sho. Can you write down your name for me?”
Aiba stares blankly at the white piece of thin material and slender instrument that Sho sets in his lap. Sho takes away the device after a few minutes and uncaps it before slipping it into Aiba’s hand. Aiba experimentally slides the tip across the white material and is overjoyed to see a black line instantaneously appearing along with the movement. He immediately busies himself with exploring how this happens and what he can do with it. When Sho closes his hand over Aiba’s furiously moving one, Aiba looks at him and beams.
“I'll call you Taiyou,” Sho says. Aiba makes a moue before deciding he likes the name after all. He vaguely remembers Nino calling him “irrepressibly sunny” once. Aiba licks his lips again, unconsciously. Sho's gaze flicks to Aiba's lips and back up to his eyes in the span of a breath. "Bath now," he reminds Aiba and Aiba reluctantly lets go of the drawing instruments he likes so much.
Instead of bringing him to the sea for a dip, however, Sho leads him to a palatial room with a gigantic claw-footed bathtub. Aiba strips quickly and sinks down happily into the warm water, contentedly watching as Sho adds extraordinary things to the tub from the apothecary that the bathroom contains. He submerges himself in the cloudy water, absurdly pleased at how long he can still hold his breath underwater despite not being able to breathe underwater anymore. Sho fishes him out a little roughly minutes later; Aiba is slippery and twists himself a little to marvel at a sheen he's somehow acquired from the nice-smelling water. Sho's hand tightens on his arm that bears his birthmark and Aiba turns his head, looking at Sho trustingly through the skeins of hair matted to his forehead. Sho's grip gentles slowly and he caresses the pink marks on Aiba's arms a little apologetically, his smile strained as he gets up and brushes his clothes off. Aiba bobs along on the water waiting for him to join him in the tub but instead, Sho strides away. He clicks the door closed very gently behind him.
3+4.
Notes: I'm a little apprehensive to put my name down at onceuponameme (or even je_holiday), especially since I have not worked up to where/how I want for Merboys but I would rather like some constructive criticism, because I am always worried. You can tell me anything, either here or on my old thread here. I'd really love you for it.