Lunchbreak
Title: Lunchbreak
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, sex, barebacking, sorta public?
Summary: There are so many better things to do with your lunchbreak than eating.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Yet...
Comment: This was written for evilnyan who wanted yaoi... Here you go sweetie xD
Pure, plotless, smutty porn. Enjoy!
Uruha wasn't oblivious. He knew when someone wanted him. And Aoi wasn't exactly subtle, either. He had been sending seductive glances Uruha's way all morning. He could feel Aoi's gaze on him during band practice, and he was honestly glad when the lunchbreak started.
“Aoi, we're going out to eat, wanna join?” Reita wrapped an arm around Aoi's shoulder, ruffling his hair.
“Nah, not today.” Aoi laughed at Reita's pout, shaking his head stubbornly.
“Fiine. What about you, Uruha?” Reita turned to Uruha with a hopeful grin, but received the same rejection from him.
“Sorry,” Uruha offered an apologetic smile, and Reita hung his head for a second, before wrapping his arms around Kai's and Ruki's necks, pulling them with him.
Aoi laughed when the three left the room, discussing where they were going to eat, and he and Uruha were left alone in the practice room. He wasted no time in crossing the distance between himself and the other guitarist, snaking an arm around Uruha's waist.
Uruha didn't need any other hint, he knew that this was his cue. Slinging his arms around Aoi's neck, he brought their lips together in a deep kiss, pushing his tongue past Aoi's lips to play with his own. He grinned against Aoi's mouth as Aoi started rubbing himself against Uruha's leg, and Uruha could feel an evident bulge hidden in Aoi's jeans.
“You know, Uruha,” Aoi started when they broke the kiss, reaching behind Uruha to grope his ass firmly. “You're really sexy when you're focused.”
Uruha chuckled and grinned, pulling Aoi's shirt over his head. “I know. You remind me of that often.”
This time, it was Aoi's turn to remove Uruha's tee. “I can't help that it's true.”
Uruha grunted as he was pushed so his back hit the wall behind him, Aoi pressing his body tight against Uruha's, kissing him deeply again. Uruha's hands came up to fist Aoi's hair, and their tongues tangled in a sensual dance while Aoi fumbled with their trousers and underwear, not stopping until they were both completely naked.
Aoi stepped back just so Uruha could turn around, bracing himself against the wall as Aoi walked over to his bag, retrieving a small bottle of lube and squeezing a generous amount in his hand. He slicked his dick up quickly, nudging the tip against Uruha's entrance as he kissed and nipped at Uruha's shoulder.
“No prep?” Uruha asked breathlessly, though he spread his legs invitingly.
“I'll be gentle,” Aoi assured him, prodding lightly at Uruha's ass, waiting for him to calm down.
“Don't be.” And Uruha started pushing back, impaling himself on Aoi's cock while Aoi gasped in surprise at the bold act from his lover, moaning as he was enveloped in tight heat. Only when he was fully sheathed inside Uruha did he realise that he still wasn't moving, and Uruha was wiggling his ass, trying to coax him into action.
“Want it hard, then?” Aoi asked and slowly slid out of Uruha, making Uruha whimper and grip Aoi's hips, trying to prevent him from pulling out.
“Please,” he muttered, and Aoi grinned, snapping his hips forward. Uruha's breath was knocked out of him, and he turned his head to rest his cheek against the wall as Aoi started pounding his ass mercilessly. He moaned softly at the assault, his ass struggling to keep up with Aoi's fast pace as he gradually got used to the pain of being stretched and filled like this.
“Harder,” Uruha mumbled, unaware of what he was even saying, lost in the pleasure. It had been too long since they did this, too long since Uruha had been claimed this way...
A loud shriek left Uruha as Aoi hit his prostate with a deep thrust, and his grip faltered on Aoi's hips as Aoi started aiming for that sweet spot, fucking him with an unquenchable lust. “Aren't you scared that somebody will hear you, Uru? The door isn't locked. Any time now, the others could be back, or a staffmember could come in here and catch us with our pants down, literally.”
“Let's put on a show for them, then.” Uruha concentrated on pushing back to meet Aoi's thrusts, arching his back as they moaned in unison, hips slamming against each other. Aoi leaned his head down to suck on Uruha's shoulder, leaving a dark bruise. He pulled back and grinned in satisfaction. Uruha was his.
Aoi's thrusts sped up to the point where he was practically slamming into Uruha with each snap of his hips, and Uruha clawed at the wall, trying to find something to hold onto. His body rocked back and forth, and his legs were starting to falter, thighs shivering in pleasured delight.
Uruha mewled pathetically when one of Aoi's hands slid down his thigh, caressing the flexing muscle with a low groan. He clawed at the skin, and the sparks of pain sent pleasure shooting up Uruha's spine, and his moans got louder as his head swam.
After a few more thrusts, Uruha shuddered and came hard, his sperm trickling down the wall in white drops while Aoi struggled to reach the same peak. Uruha clenched his ass around Aoi's dick, miking the orgasm out of him as Aoi pulled back, coating Uruha's ass in his cum.
Uruha was panting softly in the aftermath of his orgasm when he felt a hot tongue lapping at his ass, licking up all of the cum as Uruha moaned. When Aoi was certain he had gotten everything, he got up and turned Uruha around, kissing him softly as they both sighed in contentment.
“...Yeah, maybe we could do three different types of t-shirts for the world tour? What do you think about that, Ruki?” Aoi and Uruha froze when they heard Kai's familiar voice in the hall, and they quickly started pulling on their clothes.
Uruha managed to dress himself fully, and had just zipped his jeans up when the rest of the band barged into the room, Kai first, then Ruki, then Reita. Aoi, however, wasn't so lucky, and was completely shirtless.
“It wasn't the same eating without you, so we brought take-away,” Kai beamed, holding up two bags as he smiled at Aoi and Uruha.
“Aoi, why aren't you wearing anything on your upper body?” Reita asked, and Aoi awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
“See, I'm too hot to wear a shirt, so I took it off to cool down,” Aoi grinned, and Uruha elbowed him in the side. The others seemed to fall for it, though, because they laughed heartily, Kai starting to unpack the food.
They were about to eat when Ruki trailed off. “Ummm, I don't mean to be rude or anything but...” He directed a finger at the wall, and as the rest of the band followed his gaze, they all saw the same thing: a white stain on the beige wallpaper. Uruha ducked his head in embarrassment, Aoi bursting into laughter as Reita and Kai stared horrified at the huge blotch.
“What the hell is that?!”
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, sex, barebacking, sorta public?
Summary: There are so many better things to do with your lunchbreak than eating.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Yet...
Comment: This was written for evilnyan who wanted yaoi... Here you go sweetie xD
Pure, plotless, smutty porn. Enjoy!
Uruha wasn't oblivious. He knew when someone wanted him. And Aoi wasn't exactly subtle, either. He had been sending seductive glances Uruha's way all morning. He could feel Aoi's gaze on him during band practice, and he was honestly glad when the lunchbreak started.
“Aoi, we're going out to eat, wanna join?” Reita wrapped an arm around Aoi's shoulder, ruffling his hair.
“Nah, not today.” Aoi laughed at Reita's pout, shaking his head stubbornly.
“Fiine. What about you, Uruha?” Reita turned to Uruha with a hopeful grin, but received the same rejection from him.
“Sorry,” Uruha offered an apologetic smile, and Reita hung his head for a second, before wrapping his arms around Kai's and Ruki's necks, pulling them with him.
Aoi laughed when the three left the room, discussing where they were going to eat, and he and Uruha were left alone in the practice room. He wasted no time in crossing the distance between himself and the other guitarist, snaking an arm around Uruha's waist.
Uruha didn't need any other hint, he knew that this was his cue. Slinging his arms around Aoi's neck, he brought their lips together in a deep kiss, pushing his tongue past Aoi's lips to play with his own. He grinned against Aoi's mouth as Aoi started rubbing himself against Uruha's leg, and Uruha could feel an evident bulge hidden in Aoi's jeans.
“You know, Uruha,” Aoi started when they broke the kiss, reaching behind Uruha to grope his ass firmly. “You're really sexy when you're focused.”
Uruha chuckled and grinned, pulling Aoi's shirt over his head. “I know. You remind me of that often.”
This time, it was Aoi's turn to remove Uruha's tee. “I can't help that it's true.”
Uruha grunted as he was pushed so his back hit the wall behind him, Aoi pressing his body tight against Uruha's, kissing him deeply again. Uruha's hands came up to fist Aoi's hair, and their tongues tangled in a sensual dance while Aoi fumbled with their trousers and underwear, not stopping until they were both completely naked.
Aoi stepped back just so Uruha could turn around, bracing himself against the wall as Aoi walked over to his bag, retrieving a small bottle of lube and squeezing a generous amount in his hand. He slicked his dick up quickly, nudging the tip against Uruha's entrance as he kissed and nipped at Uruha's shoulder.
“No prep?” Uruha asked breathlessly, though he spread his legs invitingly.
“I'll be gentle,” Aoi assured him, prodding lightly at Uruha's ass, waiting for him to calm down.
“Don't be.” And Uruha started pushing back, impaling himself on Aoi's cock while Aoi gasped in surprise at the bold act from his lover, moaning as he was enveloped in tight heat. Only when he was fully sheathed inside Uruha did he realise that he still wasn't moving, and Uruha was wiggling his ass, trying to coax him into action.
“Want it hard, then?” Aoi asked and slowly slid out of Uruha, making Uruha whimper and grip Aoi's hips, trying to prevent him from pulling out.
“Please,” he muttered, and Aoi grinned, snapping his hips forward. Uruha's breath was knocked out of him, and he turned his head to rest his cheek against the wall as Aoi started pounding his ass mercilessly. He moaned softly at the assault, his ass struggling to keep up with Aoi's fast pace as he gradually got used to the pain of being stretched and filled like this.
“Harder,” Uruha mumbled, unaware of what he was even saying, lost in the pleasure. It had been too long since they did this, too long since Uruha had been claimed this way...
A loud shriek left Uruha as Aoi hit his prostate with a deep thrust, and his grip faltered on Aoi's hips as Aoi started aiming for that sweet spot, fucking him with an unquenchable lust. “Aren't you scared that somebody will hear you, Uru? The door isn't locked. Any time now, the others could be back, or a staffmember could come in here and catch us with our pants down, literally.”
“Let's put on a show for them, then.” Uruha concentrated on pushing back to meet Aoi's thrusts, arching his back as they moaned in unison, hips slamming against each other. Aoi leaned his head down to suck on Uruha's shoulder, leaving a dark bruise. He pulled back and grinned in satisfaction. Uruha was his.
Aoi's thrusts sped up to the point where he was practically slamming into Uruha with each snap of his hips, and Uruha clawed at the wall, trying to find something to hold onto. His body rocked back and forth, and his legs were starting to falter, thighs shivering in pleasured delight.
Uruha mewled pathetically when one of Aoi's hands slid down his thigh, caressing the flexing muscle with a low groan. He clawed at the skin, and the sparks of pain sent pleasure shooting up Uruha's spine, and his moans got louder as his head swam.
After a few more thrusts, Uruha shuddered and came hard, his sperm trickling down the wall in white drops while Aoi struggled to reach the same peak. Uruha clenched his ass around Aoi's dick, miking the orgasm out of him as Aoi pulled back, coating Uruha's ass in his cum.
Uruha was panting softly in the aftermath of his orgasm when he felt a hot tongue lapping at his ass, licking up all of the cum as Uruha moaned. When Aoi was certain he had gotten everything, he got up and turned Uruha around, kissing him softly as they both sighed in contentment.
“...Yeah, maybe we could do three different types of t-shirts for the world tour? What do you think about that, Ruki?” Aoi and Uruha froze when they heard Kai's familiar voice in the hall, and they quickly started pulling on their clothes.
Uruha managed to dress himself fully, and had just zipped his jeans up when the rest of the band barged into the room, Kai first, then Ruki, then Reita. Aoi, however, wasn't so lucky, and was completely shirtless.
“It wasn't the same eating without you, so we brought take-away,” Kai beamed, holding up two bags as he smiled at Aoi and Uruha.
“Aoi, why aren't you wearing anything on your upper body?” Reita asked, and Aoi awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
“See, I'm too hot to wear a shirt, so I took it off to cool down,” Aoi grinned, and Uruha elbowed him in the side. The others seemed to fall for it, though, because they laughed heartily, Kai starting to unpack the food.
They were about to eat when Ruki trailed off. “Ummm, I don't mean to be rude or anything but...” He directed a finger at the wall, and as the rest of the band followed his gaze, they all saw the same thing: a white stain on the beige wallpaper. Uruha ducked his head in embarrassment, Aoi bursting into laughter as Reita and Kai stared horrified at the huge blotch.
“What the hell is that?!”