Powder White // Kis-My-Ft2
Powder White
Kitayama/Fujigaya
NC-17, 1314 words, pwp, jrocker!AU, [Caution]Drug use
It doesn't take more than one look at Taisuke's flushed cheeks and dilated pupils to understand what's going on.
"Where the fuck did you go tonight?" Hiromitsu hisses, pulling Taisuke into his hotel room by the edge of his sleeve. All it would take is one stray fan or reporter lurking around the corner and Taisuke's career, if not the entire band's, would be over. "You'd better be careful if you're going to do shit like that."
"I just went clubbing with some old friends," Taisuke says cheerfully, flopping down on Hiromitsu's bed with a happy little puff, "It was so much fun. You wanna come with me next time?"
"No," returns Hiromitsu flatly. He nudges aside one of Taisuke's legs, sprawled all over the bed, over so he can sit as well. "On second thought, maybe I should, just to keep an eye on you. I'm telling you this from experience, that stuff is really hard to give up, and you have a more addictive personality than I do you know."
Naturally, Taisuke isn't paying attention. He wriggles around until he can put his head in Hiromitsu's lap. "Ooh, soft!" He rubs a cheek against the flannel pajama pants covering Hiromitsu's thigh, a blissful expression on his face. "Mitsu feels so good."
It's just the ecstasy talking, of course, but Taisuke is so rarely this happy, this affectionate, and Hiromitsu can't resist. He sinks his fingers into Taisuke's hair, massaging a little as he strokes in easy, rhythmic movements. "I hope you know what you're doing with yourself," he sighs.
Taisuke practically purrs in delight. "Mmm, yeah, keep doing that..." He continues to moan into Hiromitsu's touch, eyes rolling closed, rotating his hips in tiny movements against the mattress.
"No," Hiromitsu says, moments later, more for his own benefit than Taisuke's. He can feel his own cock beginning to twitch in his pants, and as much as he wants Taisuke he can't-won't-have sex with Taisuke while he's still rolling. "We can't do this. You need to drink some water, and then go to sleep."
"Why can't we?" whines Taisuke, as pouty as any little kid, "Besides, I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm wide awake!"
"Water," Hiromitsu insists, moving Taisuke's head off his lap. He figures he should work on convincing Taisuke to one thing at a time. He pads across the room to fetch a bottle of water, trying to bite back a smile when Taisuke whines about him leaving the bed.
Without really thinking about it, he uncaps the bottle of water before handing it to Taisuke, who promptly upends the whole bottle over his head.
"...Did you have to do that on the bed?"
"But I was hot." Taisuke frowns up at him. "I'm still hot."
"I'm sure you are," says Hiromitsu wryly. "Meanwhile, my sheets are wet thanks to you, and I'm going to be cold if I sleep on them."
"They'll dry eventually," shrugs Taisuke. "And I can keep you warm!" He gives Hiromitsu a conspiratorial look that's a lot more cute than the sexy he's trying for.
"No, you need to slee-"
Hiromitsu's words are cut off by Taisuke stripping off his shirt. "It's wet," he explains unnecessarily. He contemplates his jeans for just a second before shimmying out of those as well, deaf to Hiromitsu's protests. "And look, I'm wide awake."
"I can see you are, but-"
"Aw, Mitsu, don't you want me?" Taisuke gets up, kneeling on the bed so that he's the same height as Hiromitsu. Wrapping his arms around Hiromitsu's torso, he nuzzles his face into the crook of Hiromitsu's neck. He sucks lightly at the skin, and then keeps sucking and sucking until Hiromitsu has to forcibly push him away with both hands planted firmly on his bare chest.
"Stop, you're gonna give me a hickey!"
"Ohh, that feels good!" Taisuke grabs a hold of Hiromitsu's hands and brings them back to his chest, arching himself up into the touch.
Hiromitsu tries to pull his hands away, tells himself he isn't affected by Taisuke's obvious pleasure in his touch. "Gaya, stop."
"Why?" asks Taisuke, trying to guide one of Hiromitsu's hands down to the erection tenting his underwear. His breathing gets louder, more ragged, and the skin under Hiromitsu's palm feels heated. "I want you..."
"Gaya..."
And Hiromitsu realizes, with a sudden lurch of his insides, that he's helpless against Taisuke. Especially this Taisuke who's writhing below him, warm and inviting and utterly gorgeous. He's the sober one here, but somehow he's lost control of the situation.
But it's not just like this that he finds Taisuke irresistible-it's all the time, every time. Every aggravating, irritating, supercilious thing that Taisuke does simply endears him to Hiromitsu more. Kiss My has always had a history of troublesome bassists, but Taisuke is more than Hiromitsu had bargained for.
Lost in his thoughts, he doesn't notice Taisuke shifting positions until he feels sudden heat against his crotch and looks down to find Taisuke mouthing at the fabric there, finding his half-hard cock with his mouth.
"Taisuke," says Hiromitsu, barely above a whisper. It's frustrating how much he wants Taisuke even though he's only about halfway erect.
"Please, Mitsu, just touch me. You always make me feel so good."
Taisuke's cock jumps as soon as Hiromitsu wraps his hand around the outline of it through his briefs. He squeezes the shaft a few times, watching hungrily as the wet patch of precum spreads a little more. It feels slick against Taisuke's length as he rubs up and down a few times lightly, the tip of Taisuke's cock outlined succinctly in the wet fabric.
There's no restraint in Taisuke's cries of pleasure now, and the expressions that flit over his face tell Hiromitsu exactly how he's feeling. He's farther gone than Hiromitsu had thought, so he quickly pulls back the elastic waistband of Taisuke's briefs, tucking it out of the way under his balls so he can give Taisuke the pleasure of feeling skin instead of fabric on his cock before he goes over the edge.
"Oh my god, Mitsu," Taisuke gasps, "Mitsu, I-!"
It takes only two strokes with his bare hand before Taisuke comes, loud and intense, one hand scrabbling for something to hold on to and the other twisting and pulling at the hem of Hiromitsu's shirt.
He remains tangled up in Hiromitsu's clothes as he comes down from his orgasm, slumped bonelessly against Hiromitsu's side. Hiromitsu lets out a small laugh and pets his hair with his clean hand.
"Well aren't you relaxed now?"
"Mmmh."
Taisuke slumps back against the pillow when Hiromitsu lets him go to find some tissues to clean up, but follows Hiromitsu around the room with his eyes. "Hey, Mitsu," he begins amiably, and Hiromitsu rolls his eyes.
"Can we go to bed now? There's work tomorrow, and I don't know about you, but I like my sleep." He drops a fistful of tissues on top of Taisuke's stomach, then goes to turn off the light.
Then, as he gropes towards the bed in the darkness, Taisuke speaks up again. "Mitsu, it's dark."
"Thank you, captain obvious."
"But Mitsu-"
"Go to sleep!" Hiromitsu orders, but he can't keep the laughter out of his voice. "You can tell me how dark it is in the morning."
"Fine," Taisuke subsides.
A pause.
"But the pillow is wet."
"Cause you made it wet! Flip the pillow over and go to sleep!"
"Fine, fine! Good night."
"Good night."
"We don't say good-bye~"
Taisuke starts humming their latest song, and Hiromitsu bursts out laughing. He reaches out a hand to smack Taisuke, only for Taisuke to catch it and put it under his head to use as a pillow.
"Happy now?" Hiromitsu asks. "Now if you don't shut up and sleep, I'm taking my arm back."
Taisuke wriggles a little in response, but doesn't say anything more.
Kitayama/Fujigaya
NC-17, 1314 words, pwp, jrocker!AU, [Caution]Drug use
It doesn't take more than one look at Taisuke's flushed cheeks and dilated pupils to understand what's going on.
"Where the fuck did you go tonight?" Hiromitsu hisses, pulling Taisuke into his hotel room by the edge of his sleeve. All it would take is one stray fan or reporter lurking around the corner and Taisuke's career, if not the entire band's, would be over. "You'd better be careful if you're going to do shit like that."
"I just went clubbing with some old friends," Taisuke says cheerfully, flopping down on Hiromitsu's bed with a happy little puff, "It was so much fun. You wanna come with me next time?"
"No," returns Hiromitsu flatly. He nudges aside one of Taisuke's legs, sprawled all over the bed, over so he can sit as well. "On second thought, maybe I should, just to keep an eye on you. I'm telling you this from experience, that stuff is really hard to give up, and you have a more addictive personality than I do you know."
Naturally, Taisuke isn't paying attention. He wriggles around until he can put his head in Hiromitsu's lap. "Ooh, soft!" He rubs a cheek against the flannel pajama pants covering Hiromitsu's thigh, a blissful expression on his face. "Mitsu feels so good."
It's just the ecstasy talking, of course, but Taisuke is so rarely this happy, this affectionate, and Hiromitsu can't resist. He sinks his fingers into Taisuke's hair, massaging a little as he strokes in easy, rhythmic movements. "I hope you know what you're doing with yourself," he sighs.
Taisuke practically purrs in delight. "Mmm, yeah, keep doing that..." He continues to moan into Hiromitsu's touch, eyes rolling closed, rotating his hips in tiny movements against the mattress.
"No," Hiromitsu says, moments later, more for his own benefit than Taisuke's. He can feel his own cock beginning to twitch in his pants, and as much as he wants Taisuke he can't-won't-have sex with Taisuke while he's still rolling. "We can't do this. You need to drink some water, and then go to sleep."
"Why can't we?" whines Taisuke, as pouty as any little kid, "Besides, I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm wide awake!"
"Water," Hiromitsu insists, moving Taisuke's head off his lap. He figures he should work on convincing Taisuke to one thing at a time. He pads across the room to fetch a bottle of water, trying to bite back a smile when Taisuke whines about him leaving the bed.
Without really thinking about it, he uncaps the bottle of water before handing it to Taisuke, who promptly upends the whole bottle over his head.
"...Did you have to do that on the bed?"
"But I was hot." Taisuke frowns up at him. "I'm still hot."
"I'm sure you are," says Hiromitsu wryly. "Meanwhile, my sheets are wet thanks to you, and I'm going to be cold if I sleep on them."
"They'll dry eventually," shrugs Taisuke. "And I can keep you warm!" He gives Hiromitsu a conspiratorial look that's a lot more cute than the sexy he's trying for.
"No, you need to slee-"
Hiromitsu's words are cut off by Taisuke stripping off his shirt. "It's wet," he explains unnecessarily. He contemplates his jeans for just a second before shimmying out of those as well, deaf to Hiromitsu's protests. "And look, I'm wide awake."
"I can see you are, but-"
"Aw, Mitsu, don't you want me?" Taisuke gets up, kneeling on the bed so that he's the same height as Hiromitsu. Wrapping his arms around Hiromitsu's torso, he nuzzles his face into the crook of Hiromitsu's neck. He sucks lightly at the skin, and then keeps sucking and sucking until Hiromitsu has to forcibly push him away with both hands planted firmly on his bare chest.
"Stop, you're gonna give me a hickey!"
"Ohh, that feels good!" Taisuke grabs a hold of Hiromitsu's hands and brings them back to his chest, arching himself up into the touch.
Hiromitsu tries to pull his hands away, tells himself he isn't affected by Taisuke's obvious pleasure in his touch. "Gaya, stop."
"Why?" asks Taisuke, trying to guide one of Hiromitsu's hands down to the erection tenting his underwear. His breathing gets louder, more ragged, and the skin under Hiromitsu's palm feels heated. "I want you..."
"Gaya..."
And Hiromitsu realizes, with a sudden lurch of his insides, that he's helpless against Taisuke. Especially this Taisuke who's writhing below him, warm and inviting and utterly gorgeous. He's the sober one here, but somehow he's lost control of the situation.
But it's not just like this that he finds Taisuke irresistible-it's all the time, every time. Every aggravating, irritating, supercilious thing that Taisuke does simply endears him to Hiromitsu more. Kiss My has always had a history of troublesome bassists, but Taisuke is more than Hiromitsu had bargained for.
Lost in his thoughts, he doesn't notice Taisuke shifting positions until he feels sudden heat against his crotch and looks down to find Taisuke mouthing at the fabric there, finding his half-hard cock with his mouth.
"Taisuke," says Hiromitsu, barely above a whisper. It's frustrating how much he wants Taisuke even though he's only about halfway erect.
"Please, Mitsu, just touch me. You always make me feel so good."
Taisuke's cock jumps as soon as Hiromitsu wraps his hand around the outline of it through his briefs. He squeezes the shaft a few times, watching hungrily as the wet patch of precum spreads a little more. It feels slick against Taisuke's length as he rubs up and down a few times lightly, the tip of Taisuke's cock outlined succinctly in the wet fabric.
There's no restraint in Taisuke's cries of pleasure now, and the expressions that flit over his face tell Hiromitsu exactly how he's feeling. He's farther gone than Hiromitsu had thought, so he quickly pulls back the elastic waistband of Taisuke's briefs, tucking it out of the way under his balls so he can give Taisuke the pleasure of feeling skin instead of fabric on his cock before he goes over the edge.
"Oh my god, Mitsu," Taisuke gasps, "Mitsu, I-!"
It takes only two strokes with his bare hand before Taisuke comes, loud and intense, one hand scrabbling for something to hold on to and the other twisting and pulling at the hem of Hiromitsu's shirt.
He remains tangled up in Hiromitsu's clothes as he comes down from his orgasm, slumped bonelessly against Hiromitsu's side. Hiromitsu lets out a small laugh and pets his hair with his clean hand.
"Well aren't you relaxed now?"
"Mmmh."
Taisuke slumps back against the pillow when Hiromitsu lets him go to find some tissues to clean up, but follows Hiromitsu around the room with his eyes. "Hey, Mitsu," he begins amiably, and Hiromitsu rolls his eyes.
"Can we go to bed now? There's work tomorrow, and I don't know about you, but I like my sleep." He drops a fistful of tissues on top of Taisuke's stomach, then goes to turn off the light.
Then, as he gropes towards the bed in the darkness, Taisuke speaks up again. "Mitsu, it's dark."
"Thank you, captain obvious."
"But Mitsu-"
"Go to sleep!" Hiromitsu orders, but he can't keep the laughter out of his voice. "You can tell me how dark it is in the morning."
"Fine," Taisuke subsides.
A pause.
"But the pillow is wet."
"Cause you made it wet! Flip the pillow over and go to sleep!"
"Fine, fine! Good night."
"Good night."
"We don't say good-bye~"
Taisuke starts humming their latest song, and Hiromitsu bursts out laughing. He reaches out a hand to smack Taisuke, only for Taisuke to catch it and put it under his head to use as a pillow.
"Happy now?" Hiromitsu asks. "Now if you don't shut up and sleep, I'm taking my arm back."
Taisuke wriggles a little in response, but doesn't say anything more.