[One-shot] Let's make it dirty by you and me~♫
Let's make it dirty by you and me~♫ (HSJ does not have suggestive lyrics lmao)
Ebi/HSJ - Hasshi/Takaki
1296 words, R, PWP
Takaki goes to see Shounentachi 2011 Tokyo Ver. (Ebi vs Kanju). Porn ensues.
And I stop writing porn after this, lmao. Muses, stop being so horny, I cannot porn to save my life. (But this was kind of just written (for a meme) because of Takahasshi's upcoming duet ♥)
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The end of the first show came faster than Hashimoto expected, the stage lights dazzling him as they took their final bows to the crowds' clapping. It was like magic and Hashimoto loved it as it lingered backstage as they all shed their outer shells of glitter and grandeur, white material swishing as it hit the ground.
That was when he spotted him, dressed so ordinarily in jeans and a black t-shirt that he stood out amidst all the costume and makeup. Hashimoto hid a smile as he ducked out of his shirt, reaching for the t-shirt one of the staff was handing him.
“Yuya, you made it!” Akito hollered from the other side of the hallway and Takaki smiled in embarrassment as all eyes turned towards him.
“Hi…”
Junta appeared, laughing as he draped an arm around Takaki’s shoulders, engulfing him in feathers. “Aw, you came to see us on opening night?”
“Of course I did!” Takaki protested, ducking out from under Junta’s arm and nearly falling on top of Shigeoka. “You guys were… pretty great.”
“Only great?” Kawai jumped into the conversation. “What, you totally said Kisumai’s concert was awesome. I see your favoritism, Takak-kun.”
Takaki puffed his cheeks out, even as he blushed. “But Kitayama-kun actually treats me, Kawai-kun.”
“See, Fumi?” Goseki laughed, slapping Kawai on the back. “You’re just not loaded enough to be popular.”
Hashimoto watched in amusement as he pulled his jeans on, taking his time for no real reason at all, except it was nice to see how Takaki kept glancing his way, trying to get his attention.
“But it really was nice you came,” Totsuka was saying and Hashimoto made his way over, draping an arm over Totsuka’s shoulders, smiling as Takaki bit his lip, the way he always did when he was irritated at something.
“Hey there,” he said as casually as he could manage. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Takaki pursed his lips for a moment, shrugging just as casually. “Oh, you know… had to some see Junta and Akito, you know? They’re… important.”
There was a slight stress on the last word Takaki spoke, unmistakable to anyone as Takaki nodded politely to Totsuka before sauntering over to where Akito was.
It was pure bait, nothing more than Takaki fishing for a particular reaction, and Hashimoto knew it well.
But if Hashimoto had learned anything over the past few years, it was that sometimes it was nice to just be indulged.
Pulling away from Totsuka, he headed out the door, towel draped over his shoulders. “I’m off to take a shower,” he called over his shoulder, before grabbing Takaki’s hand and tugging him out the door before he could resist, the door swinging shut on Kawai and Akito’s wolf-whistles.
“Hasshi!” Takaki protested in surprise, but didn’t get much else out before Hashimoto shoved him into BAD’s dressing room, backing him up against the nearest wall. “What-“
Hashimoto crushed their lips together in a bruising kiss, nipping at Takaki’s lower lip and pressing until Takaki let out a soft whimper, melting against his body, lips parting.
“Hasshi…”
Hashimoto licked over Takaki’s lips, grinning at how flushed Takaki’s cheeks were when he pulled away, ducking to kiss down the other’s neck a moment later. Takaki made a questioning noise, twisting his fingers through Hashimoto’s hair. “What are you doi-Ah!”
Hashimoto hummed unapologetically as he bit down again, watching the skin darken before giving it a small lick. “I bet Akito doesn’t do this… I bet he doesn’t do this either,” he added, pressing their hips together, grinding, and there was no hiding how aroused either one was, Takaki moaning softly, eyes glazed over with lust.
“… Or he better not be,” Hashimoto said, eyes narrowing as he leaned against Takaki. “Is he?”
It wasn’t really a question, just a little baiting of his own, but Takaki’s lips curled into a smirk as he indulged Hashimoto in return.
“He doesn’t,” Takaki purred, nosing into the crook of Hashimoto’s neck, dropping soft kisses here and there, pushing the towel off Hashimoto’s shoulders and exploring his skin with just as soft touches. And then he pulled back, frowning. “You know, you totally didn’t lock the door.”
“Does it matter?” But as he laughed, Hashimoto turned to lock the door, not minding having to wait a few moments longer if it meant he got what he wanted in the end. Arms wrapped around his waist, a kiss pressed to his shoulder. He smiled, despite being half hard and uncomfortable in his jeans. “Hi, Yuuyan.”
“I want you,” Takaki murmured, turning him around and pressing him up against the door. “I really want you…”
They fumbled for a moment with belts and snaps and zippers, Hashimoto hissing in relief when Takaki finally shoved his jeans out of the way. He pulled Takaki in, kissing him again as he wrapped a hand around the other’s cock, swallowing his moan as he began to stroke.
Takaki groaned, thrusting into Hashimoto’s hand as he clutched at his shoulders, harsh, needy, demanding, his tongue doing things in Hashimoto’s mouth that had him hard and aching. And suddenly Hashimoto’s insides clenched in possessiveness, because he knew he wanted to be the only one who saw this, who heard this, who felt this.
Mine in the most primitive sense, because he wanted to possess Takaki so completely it was almost maddening, except he glanced up, met by dark eyes made darker with want, and knew Takaki wanted that too.
“Me too, you know,” he reminded, nipping at Takaki’s lip and slowing his hand in reminder. Takaki made a disgruntled noise in his throat, but was quick to work a hand between their bodies, nudging Hashimoto’s hand out of the way and stroking the two of them.
“Fuck, Yuya,” Hashimoto cursed and Takaki smirked in satisfaction, twisting his wrist. The friction of Hashimoto’s cock rubbing against Takaki’s, the other’s hand wrapped around them both, was sinfully perfect. He leaned his head on Takaki’s shoulder, panting as Takaki thumbed over his slit, bucking his hips in encouragement. “Shit, yes, just like that, Yuya… Just like that.”
It was all delicious friction and Takaki’s skilled fingers working him over just right, everything being too warm and too sensitive. It didn’t take much longer for Hashimoto to spend himself in Takaki’s hand, shuddering through his climax with a soft groan of pleasure.
He relaxed against the door for a moment, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. Takaki leaned against him, hair mussed and falling in his eyes, still hard, his jeans just barely resting on his hips. “You are so hot,” Hashimoto whispered, smiling as he rubbed his thumb over the jut of Takaki’s hipbone, deciding that he could be lazy and watch as Takaki finished working himself off, occasionally leaning in for a sloppy kiss, tongue meeting Takaki’s, running over his lips, down his jawline, anywhere he could get to easily.
Takaki came all over his hand with a soft, shivering sigh, leaning against Hashimoto for support as he worked himself through his orgasm. Hashimoto loosely wrapped his arms around Takaki’s waist, dropping an affectionate kiss on his shoulder.
“Now I really need a shower…”
Takaki burst out laughing, pulling away to try and flatten his hair with his clean hand and Hashimoto laughed with him, catching his mouth for another kiss, soft but playful. “You know, you could always join me…”
Takaki didn’t exactly protest.
Later, when they really were showered and cleaned and properly dressed, they found identical messages from Akito on their phones.
’Dumbasses, use your own dressing room next time! X_X You better have cleaned that up, geez.’
It wasn’t like Hashimoto minded though. Why would he, the way Takaki collapsed against him in laughter, like that was where he belonged.
Mine.
Ebi/HSJ - Hasshi/Takaki
1296 words, R, PWP
Takaki goes to see Shounentachi 2011 Tokyo Ver. (Ebi vs Kanju). Porn ensues.
And I stop writing porn after this, lmao. Muses, stop being so horny, I cannot porn to save my life. (But this was kind of just written (for a meme) because of Takahasshi's upcoming duet ♥)
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The end of the first show came faster than Hashimoto expected, the stage lights dazzling him as they took their final bows to the crowds' clapping. It was like magic and Hashimoto loved it as it lingered backstage as they all shed their outer shells of glitter and grandeur, white material swishing as it hit the ground.
That was when he spotted him, dressed so ordinarily in jeans and a black t-shirt that he stood out amidst all the costume and makeup. Hashimoto hid a smile as he ducked out of his shirt, reaching for the t-shirt one of the staff was handing him.
“Yuya, you made it!” Akito hollered from the other side of the hallway and Takaki smiled in embarrassment as all eyes turned towards him.
“Hi…”
Junta appeared, laughing as he draped an arm around Takaki’s shoulders, engulfing him in feathers. “Aw, you came to see us on opening night?”
“Of course I did!” Takaki protested, ducking out from under Junta’s arm and nearly falling on top of Shigeoka. “You guys were… pretty great.”
“Only great?” Kawai jumped into the conversation. “What, you totally said Kisumai’s concert was awesome. I see your favoritism, Takak-kun.”
Takaki puffed his cheeks out, even as he blushed. “But Kitayama-kun actually treats me, Kawai-kun.”
“See, Fumi?” Goseki laughed, slapping Kawai on the back. “You’re just not loaded enough to be popular.”
Hashimoto watched in amusement as he pulled his jeans on, taking his time for no real reason at all, except it was nice to see how Takaki kept glancing his way, trying to get his attention.
“But it really was nice you came,” Totsuka was saying and Hashimoto made his way over, draping an arm over Totsuka’s shoulders, smiling as Takaki bit his lip, the way he always did when he was irritated at something.
“Hey there,” he said as casually as he could manage. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Takaki pursed his lips for a moment, shrugging just as casually. “Oh, you know… had to some see Junta and Akito, you know? They’re… important.”
There was a slight stress on the last word Takaki spoke, unmistakable to anyone as Takaki nodded politely to Totsuka before sauntering over to where Akito was.
It was pure bait, nothing more than Takaki fishing for a particular reaction, and Hashimoto knew it well.
But if Hashimoto had learned anything over the past few years, it was that sometimes it was nice to just be indulged.
Pulling away from Totsuka, he headed out the door, towel draped over his shoulders. “I’m off to take a shower,” he called over his shoulder, before grabbing Takaki’s hand and tugging him out the door before he could resist, the door swinging shut on Kawai and Akito’s wolf-whistles.
“Hasshi!” Takaki protested in surprise, but didn’t get much else out before Hashimoto shoved him into BAD’s dressing room, backing him up against the nearest wall. “What-“
Hashimoto crushed their lips together in a bruising kiss, nipping at Takaki’s lower lip and pressing until Takaki let out a soft whimper, melting against his body, lips parting.
“Hasshi…”
Hashimoto licked over Takaki’s lips, grinning at how flushed Takaki’s cheeks were when he pulled away, ducking to kiss down the other’s neck a moment later. Takaki made a questioning noise, twisting his fingers through Hashimoto’s hair. “What are you doi-Ah!”
Hashimoto hummed unapologetically as he bit down again, watching the skin darken before giving it a small lick. “I bet Akito doesn’t do this… I bet he doesn’t do this either,” he added, pressing their hips together, grinding, and there was no hiding how aroused either one was, Takaki moaning softly, eyes glazed over with lust.
“… Or he better not be,” Hashimoto said, eyes narrowing as he leaned against Takaki. “Is he?”
It wasn’t really a question, just a little baiting of his own, but Takaki’s lips curled into a smirk as he indulged Hashimoto in return.
“He doesn’t,” Takaki purred, nosing into the crook of Hashimoto’s neck, dropping soft kisses here and there, pushing the towel off Hashimoto’s shoulders and exploring his skin with just as soft touches. And then he pulled back, frowning. “You know, you totally didn’t lock the door.”
“Does it matter?” But as he laughed, Hashimoto turned to lock the door, not minding having to wait a few moments longer if it meant he got what he wanted in the end. Arms wrapped around his waist, a kiss pressed to his shoulder. He smiled, despite being half hard and uncomfortable in his jeans. “Hi, Yuuyan.”
“I want you,” Takaki murmured, turning him around and pressing him up against the door. “I really want you…”
They fumbled for a moment with belts and snaps and zippers, Hashimoto hissing in relief when Takaki finally shoved his jeans out of the way. He pulled Takaki in, kissing him again as he wrapped a hand around the other’s cock, swallowing his moan as he began to stroke.
Takaki groaned, thrusting into Hashimoto’s hand as he clutched at his shoulders, harsh, needy, demanding, his tongue doing things in Hashimoto’s mouth that had him hard and aching. And suddenly Hashimoto’s insides clenched in possessiveness, because he knew he wanted to be the only one who saw this, who heard this, who felt this.
Mine in the most primitive sense, because he wanted to possess Takaki so completely it was almost maddening, except he glanced up, met by dark eyes made darker with want, and knew Takaki wanted that too.
“Me too, you know,” he reminded, nipping at Takaki’s lip and slowing his hand in reminder. Takaki made a disgruntled noise in his throat, but was quick to work a hand between their bodies, nudging Hashimoto’s hand out of the way and stroking the two of them.
“Fuck, Yuya,” Hashimoto cursed and Takaki smirked in satisfaction, twisting his wrist. The friction of Hashimoto’s cock rubbing against Takaki’s, the other’s hand wrapped around them both, was sinfully perfect. He leaned his head on Takaki’s shoulder, panting as Takaki thumbed over his slit, bucking his hips in encouragement. “Shit, yes, just like that, Yuya… Just like that.”
It was all delicious friction and Takaki’s skilled fingers working him over just right, everything being too warm and too sensitive. It didn’t take much longer for Hashimoto to spend himself in Takaki’s hand, shuddering through his climax with a soft groan of pleasure.
He relaxed against the door for a moment, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. Takaki leaned against him, hair mussed and falling in his eyes, still hard, his jeans just barely resting on his hips. “You are so hot,” Hashimoto whispered, smiling as he rubbed his thumb over the jut of Takaki’s hipbone, deciding that he could be lazy and watch as Takaki finished working himself off, occasionally leaning in for a sloppy kiss, tongue meeting Takaki’s, running over his lips, down his jawline, anywhere he could get to easily.
Takaki came all over his hand with a soft, shivering sigh, leaning against Hashimoto for support as he worked himself through his orgasm. Hashimoto loosely wrapped his arms around Takaki’s waist, dropping an affectionate kiss on his shoulder.
“Now I really need a shower…”
Takaki burst out laughing, pulling away to try and flatten his hair with his clean hand and Hashimoto laughed with him, catching his mouth for another kiss, soft but playful. “You know, you could always join me…”
Takaki didn’t exactly protest.
Later, when they really were showered and cleaned and properly dressed, they found identical messages from Akito on their phones.
’Dumbasses, use your own dressing room next time! X_X You better have cleaned that up, geez.’
It wasn’t like Hashimoto minded though. Why would he, the way Takaki collapsed against him in laughter, like that was where he belonged.
Mine.