Symbiosis (Yasu/Subaru)
Title: Symbiosis
Pairing: Yasu/Subaru
Rating: NC-17
Betaed by mananeh.
Team: Shibutani-Yasuda
Next destination: Mikata Snow Park Ski Resort, Hyogo Prefecture
Yasu beams happily and Subaru groans. Team Maruyama-Ohkura is going to try a new chain of karaoke-bars, and team Murakami-Yokoyama is going for aromatherapy spa treatment. Subaru doesn’t see why he can’t do that instead of getting his ass frozen in cold snow. Who likes skiing anyway?
Yasu does, apparently.
And unsurprisingly, he does fairly well on the slopes. Subaru feels awkward on his two skis, and he doesn’t even want to know what it would be like if his two feet were attached to the same board. He bends his knees tentatively, shivers, sneezes, and falls on his butt. Yasu laughs, Subaru sulks.
It’s slightly better after lunch, but Subaru still doesn’t like this whole winter activity concept much. He thinks winter is made for drinking until you feel warm and cuddling under the blankets.
Yasu, on the contrary, seems to be glowing. Wet bangs stick out from under his purple hat and cling to his flushed cheeks. He’s a pretty sight, admittedly, but it only adds to Subaru’s mood. When Yasu smiles at him, Subaru pouts.
“This is fun!” Yasu exclaims enthusiastically, gliding easily to Subaru’s side.
Subaru grunts in response. “I’m cold.”
Yasu unhooks his skis and closes the distance between them, putting his arms around Subaru and his chin on his shoulder. “Better?” he asks, smiling cutely.
“No,” Subaru answers stubbornly, but the way he comfortably leans into the embrace gives him away.
Yasu’s nose is cold against Subaru’s cheek, but his breath is pleasantly warm. Subaru’s frozen digits seek warmth under the layers of Yasu’s winter clothes, curling in satisfaction at the contact of skin. Yasu’s hands rub his arms and back, too slowly to actually produce any heat, too tender for Subaru to comment about it. As soon as filming is over, Subaru thinks, he wants out of this snow and out of these wet clothes.
It’s the end of the afternoon and the sky is already darkening outside when they make it back to their cabin. Subaru heaves a sigh of relief as he closes the door and locks the cold away. He’s already half naked before Yasu has even time to step out of his winter gear. Yasu giggles.
“Well, I guess I’ll let you have the shower first then.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Subaru grins, and he starts helping Yasu out of his clothes. “You owe me, anyway.”
“Eeh?” Yasu exclaims incredulously, “how come?” But it doesn’t stop him from throwing his own shirt over his head and away before going for Subaru’s belt buckle.
“You laughed at me when I fell,” Subaru accuses, giving his best at looking hurt. “I froze my butt and you laughed,” he adds for emphasis.
Yasu laughs, completely shameless, but then he steps in, runs his palm across Subaru’s chest before leaning his weight in, and brushes his lips up Subaru’s jaw. “I’ll make it up to you,” he whispers playfully in his ear.
Subaru gives him a sideway look, pouts, and nods. “I’m still cold,” he points out.
Yasu smiles, and pushes Subaru's pants down.
The shower stall is not that big, but even the two of them don’t take up that much space. Yasu leans against the wall, circles his arms around Subaru’s waist and pulls him directly under the warm water. Subaru closes his eyes and tilts his head back, takes a moment to just enjoy the warmth engulfing his body. Yasu trails his fingers down Subaru’s neck, over his chest down to his hipbone, before using his whole hands to grip Subaru’s hips and pull him forward. Subaru smirks; he likes how quickly and completely Yasu gets into things. He presses in, grips Yasu’s shoulders, and rolls his hips in slowly. Yasu hisses next to Subaru’s ear, then moans softly.
“Do that again?” he asks, mouthing the line of Subaru’s jaw.
“Oi, don’t let me do all the work,” Subaru complains, but he is only happy to oblige.
Yasu chuckles. He palms Subaru’s butt and squeezes it, pulling Subaru into him as he does so. Sliding his hand down Subaru’s thigh, he reaches for his knee and easily have him hook his leg over his hip. And then he rolls his hips.
Subaru moans, deep in his throat, and shivers. He throws his head back, shuts his eyes and grinds back. He doesn’t need to bother with balance, because Yasu’s taking care of that for him, one arm solid around his waist, the other rubbing up and down his thigh. Subaru digs his nails in Yasu’s skin. He could easily get off like this, because it’s good, because it’s so good, but Yasu has something else in mind, it seems.
Subaru finds himself pressed against the opposite wall of the shower stall. “I owe you, you said...” Yasu whispers, playful and hot and wet against his ear, and then he literally slides against him and drop to his knees between Subaru’s parted legs.
Subaru blinks, and grins wickedly.
Yasu kisses the inside of his thigh, licks at the junction of his groin. Subaru lets out a soft whine. “So slow,” he tsks, but his fingers are blindly searching for something to hold onto. He settles for the frail looking rack to his left, sending bottles of shampoo and conditioner and soap tumbling down.
Yasu looks up, wet locks covering his eyes, and smiles tenderly. The effect is only a bit ruined by the fact that he has to squeeze his eyes shut because of the water, but it makes it all the more adorable. Subaru brushes back the hair out of his face and keeps his fingers tangled in the dark blonde mess.
Yasu leans in, licks his lips unconsciously and catches the head of Subaru’s erection between his lips. His lips apply pressure and he rolls his tongue around the very tip before sucking gently.
“Aah,” Subaru gasps, and tightens his hold on both the soap rack and Yasu’s hair.
One of Yasu’s hand rests on Subaru’s hip, thumb periodically caressing his hipbone, and he uses the other to hold the base of Subaru’s cock. His grip is slack, and from time to time he’ll twist his wrist to pump loosely. He’s teasing, Subaru knows, and he’ll keep teasing until Subaru demands that he stops. Subaru shuts his eyes, clenches his teeth. He pushes Yasu’s head forward, silently asking, but refusing to beg yet.
Yasu takes him deeper into his mouth and presses his tongue against the underside.
“Aah!” Subaru lets out, louder this time, “mm...” He tries thrusting forward, but Yasu pushes him back and pins his hips to the shower wall. Subaru would probably try holding longer, but he’s never been one for restraint and self-control. “More,” he demands, “now,” and he pulls on Yasu’s hair hard.
Yasu is quick to respond, and he instantly take Subaru’s cock even deeper and begins to suck enthusiastically. He bobs his head up and down the length until he can swallow almost all of it. Subaru’s eyes roll in the back of his head and he feels his whole body tense. Sounds leave his lips, loud and broken as he pants. The hand that is clinging to Yasu’s hair starts clawing at the slippery shower walls before gripping Yasu’s shoulder tight as he shivers violently.
And then Yasu stops. Subaru blinks, panics a bit, wonders if he somehow managed to hurt him, choke him or something, but Yasu looks up at him and grins. And that’s when Subaru feels a finger press into him, slick and cool. His eyes go wide and a soundless cry escapes his lips.
Yasu’s mouth is back on him a heartbeat later, and Subaru’s head starts to spin. It’s a good thing that Yasu is so good at this, because Subaru is not a patient person.
“Enough. More,” he demands and the vibrations of Yasu’s chuckle are almost too much to take. “You, now.”
Yasu grins up at him, licks his lips, and Subaru almost joins him at the bottom of the shower except that Yasu is finally getting up to meet Subaru. Subaru greets him back shoving him against the opposite wall and pressing their bodies together. The kiss is hurried, demanding. Subaru’s past wanting now, he needs.
“Let’s move to the bed,” Yasu says against his lips and Subaru growls in frustration.
“No. Here. Now.”
“Shibuyan, the water is turning cold now,” Yasu tries to reason him, smoothing his hair back.
Subaru groans and stomps out of the shower, pulling Yasu with him none too gently, ignoring his protest (“The sho...!” or whatever it was) and goes straight for the bed. He doesn't hesitate before pushing Yasu down and climbing over him, capturing his lips in another intense kiss.
Yasu palms his shoulder blades before sliding his hands down Subaru’s back to grip his hips. Their skin is wet and slippery, warm in contrast with the cool air. Subaru braces his arms on either side of Yasu’s head, wet strands of hair sticking to his face and neck, water dripping on them both, eyes dark and intense. He feels both frail and powerful like this.
Yasu angles his hips, pulls him down. He enters Subaru slowly, carefully. Subaru tries not to close him eyes, tries to remain focused on Yasu’s face, on the way he bites his lower lip in concentration as he tries to remain in control. Subaru mirrors the move, centers all his attention on Yasu. He sees the way Yasu’s catches in his throat as he pushes deeper and the expression on his face is almost enough to make Subaru forget the slight discomfort. Yasu looks at him, cheeks flushed, breathing uneven, eyes wide, and waits. Subaru breathes in, deeply, and twists his hips.
“Haa!” they both cry out and Subaru throws his head back as his concentration breaks. He repeats the move, pushes down and feels Yasu’s hand tighten on his hips.
Subaru moves up and up, thighs framing Yasu’s hips. Yasu’s grip is strong and secure on his hips as he guides him and sets a rhythm that Subaru will soon break.
Between them, it’s not a fight for dominance. It’s all about trust and self-abandon. They have nothing to prove anymore, nothing to hide. Both give all and take all, together, not only because they instinctually know what the other wants, but because they want the same anyway.
Subaru is loud and unrestrained. Under him, Yasu makes soft noises, low and sexy. Together, they fill the air of the room, create a bubble where everything but them dissolves into nothingness.
Subaru feels pressure everywhere around and inside him. He bucks his hips, moves faster, grips the bedsheets on either side of Yasu’s head. Yasu shifts, makes sure his angle is just right, and thrusts hard.
Subaru screams, squeezes his eyes shut and, when Yasu does it again, he loses it completely and comes with a loud cry. Yasu makes a ragged noise, thrusts a few more time and finally stills.
They both remain silent for a moment after that, catching their breath. Subaru’s eyes remain closed and he breathes in the afterglow. Yasu’s hands caress up and down his back.
“Let’s do that again,” Subaru pants, cracking an eye open to look at Yasu. Yasu laughs and rolls them around so they can cuddle instead. Subaru grins.
“I hear the ski slopes are open at night,” Yasu says casually and Subaru’s grin turns into a fake glare.
“You’re not as cute as you think.”
Omake
“Shibuyan...”
“Mm?”
“The shower is still running.”
“Oh.”
Pairing: Yasu/Subaru
Rating: NC-17
Betaed by mananeh.
Team: Shibutani-Yasuda
Next destination: Mikata Snow Park Ski Resort, Hyogo Prefecture
Yasu beams happily and Subaru groans. Team Maruyama-Ohkura is going to try a new chain of karaoke-bars, and team Murakami-Yokoyama is going for aromatherapy spa treatment. Subaru doesn’t see why he can’t do that instead of getting his ass frozen in cold snow. Who likes skiing anyway?
Yasu does, apparently.
And unsurprisingly, he does fairly well on the slopes. Subaru feels awkward on his two skis, and he doesn’t even want to know what it would be like if his two feet were attached to the same board. He bends his knees tentatively, shivers, sneezes, and falls on his butt. Yasu laughs, Subaru sulks.
It’s slightly better after lunch, but Subaru still doesn’t like this whole winter activity concept much. He thinks winter is made for drinking until you feel warm and cuddling under the blankets.
Yasu, on the contrary, seems to be glowing. Wet bangs stick out from under his purple hat and cling to his flushed cheeks. He’s a pretty sight, admittedly, but it only adds to Subaru’s mood. When Yasu smiles at him, Subaru pouts.
“This is fun!” Yasu exclaims enthusiastically, gliding easily to Subaru’s side.
Subaru grunts in response. “I’m cold.”
Yasu unhooks his skis and closes the distance between them, putting his arms around Subaru and his chin on his shoulder. “Better?” he asks, smiling cutely.
“No,” Subaru answers stubbornly, but the way he comfortably leans into the embrace gives him away.
Yasu’s nose is cold against Subaru’s cheek, but his breath is pleasantly warm. Subaru’s frozen digits seek warmth under the layers of Yasu’s winter clothes, curling in satisfaction at the contact of skin. Yasu’s hands rub his arms and back, too slowly to actually produce any heat, too tender for Subaru to comment about it. As soon as filming is over, Subaru thinks, he wants out of this snow and out of these wet clothes.
It’s the end of the afternoon and the sky is already darkening outside when they make it back to their cabin. Subaru heaves a sigh of relief as he closes the door and locks the cold away. He’s already half naked before Yasu has even time to step out of his winter gear. Yasu giggles.
“Well, I guess I’ll let you have the shower first then.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Subaru grins, and he starts helping Yasu out of his clothes. “You owe me, anyway.”
“Eeh?” Yasu exclaims incredulously, “how come?” But it doesn’t stop him from throwing his own shirt over his head and away before going for Subaru’s belt buckle.
“You laughed at me when I fell,” Subaru accuses, giving his best at looking hurt. “I froze my butt and you laughed,” he adds for emphasis.
Yasu laughs, completely shameless, but then he steps in, runs his palm across Subaru’s chest before leaning his weight in, and brushes his lips up Subaru’s jaw. “I’ll make it up to you,” he whispers playfully in his ear.
Subaru gives him a sideway look, pouts, and nods. “I’m still cold,” he points out.
Yasu smiles, and pushes Subaru's pants down.
The shower stall is not that big, but even the two of them don’t take up that much space. Yasu leans against the wall, circles his arms around Subaru’s waist and pulls him directly under the warm water. Subaru closes his eyes and tilts his head back, takes a moment to just enjoy the warmth engulfing his body. Yasu trails his fingers down Subaru’s neck, over his chest down to his hipbone, before using his whole hands to grip Subaru’s hips and pull him forward. Subaru smirks; he likes how quickly and completely Yasu gets into things. He presses in, grips Yasu’s shoulders, and rolls his hips in slowly. Yasu hisses next to Subaru’s ear, then moans softly.
“Do that again?” he asks, mouthing the line of Subaru’s jaw.
“Oi, don’t let me do all the work,” Subaru complains, but he is only happy to oblige.
Yasu chuckles. He palms Subaru’s butt and squeezes it, pulling Subaru into him as he does so. Sliding his hand down Subaru’s thigh, he reaches for his knee and easily have him hook his leg over his hip. And then he rolls his hips.
Subaru moans, deep in his throat, and shivers. He throws his head back, shuts his eyes and grinds back. He doesn’t need to bother with balance, because Yasu’s taking care of that for him, one arm solid around his waist, the other rubbing up and down his thigh. Subaru digs his nails in Yasu’s skin. He could easily get off like this, because it’s good, because it’s so good, but Yasu has something else in mind, it seems.
Subaru finds himself pressed against the opposite wall of the shower stall. “I owe you, you said...” Yasu whispers, playful and hot and wet against his ear, and then he literally slides against him and drop to his knees between Subaru’s parted legs.
Subaru blinks, and grins wickedly.
Yasu kisses the inside of his thigh, licks at the junction of his groin. Subaru lets out a soft whine. “So slow,” he tsks, but his fingers are blindly searching for something to hold onto. He settles for the frail looking rack to his left, sending bottles of shampoo and conditioner and soap tumbling down.
Yasu looks up, wet locks covering his eyes, and smiles tenderly. The effect is only a bit ruined by the fact that he has to squeeze his eyes shut because of the water, but it makes it all the more adorable. Subaru brushes back the hair out of his face and keeps his fingers tangled in the dark blonde mess.
Yasu leans in, licks his lips unconsciously and catches the head of Subaru’s erection between his lips. His lips apply pressure and he rolls his tongue around the very tip before sucking gently.
“Aah,” Subaru gasps, and tightens his hold on both the soap rack and Yasu’s hair.
One of Yasu’s hand rests on Subaru’s hip, thumb periodically caressing his hipbone, and he uses the other to hold the base of Subaru’s cock. His grip is slack, and from time to time he’ll twist his wrist to pump loosely. He’s teasing, Subaru knows, and he’ll keep teasing until Subaru demands that he stops. Subaru shuts his eyes, clenches his teeth. He pushes Yasu’s head forward, silently asking, but refusing to beg yet.
Yasu takes him deeper into his mouth and presses his tongue against the underside.
“Aah!” Subaru lets out, louder this time, “mm...” He tries thrusting forward, but Yasu pushes him back and pins his hips to the shower wall. Subaru would probably try holding longer, but he’s never been one for restraint and self-control. “More,” he demands, “now,” and he pulls on Yasu’s hair hard.
Yasu is quick to respond, and he instantly take Subaru’s cock even deeper and begins to suck enthusiastically. He bobs his head up and down the length until he can swallow almost all of it. Subaru’s eyes roll in the back of his head and he feels his whole body tense. Sounds leave his lips, loud and broken as he pants. The hand that is clinging to Yasu’s hair starts clawing at the slippery shower walls before gripping Yasu’s shoulder tight as he shivers violently.
And then Yasu stops. Subaru blinks, panics a bit, wonders if he somehow managed to hurt him, choke him or something, but Yasu looks up at him and grins. And that’s when Subaru feels a finger press into him, slick and cool. His eyes go wide and a soundless cry escapes his lips.
Yasu’s mouth is back on him a heartbeat later, and Subaru’s head starts to spin. It’s a good thing that Yasu is so good at this, because Subaru is not a patient person.
“Enough. More,” he demands and the vibrations of Yasu’s chuckle are almost too much to take. “You, now.”
Yasu grins up at him, licks his lips, and Subaru almost joins him at the bottom of the shower except that Yasu is finally getting up to meet Subaru. Subaru greets him back shoving him against the opposite wall and pressing their bodies together. The kiss is hurried, demanding. Subaru’s past wanting now, he needs.
“Let’s move to the bed,” Yasu says against his lips and Subaru growls in frustration.
“No. Here. Now.”
“Shibuyan, the water is turning cold now,” Yasu tries to reason him, smoothing his hair back.
Subaru groans and stomps out of the shower, pulling Yasu with him none too gently, ignoring his protest (“The sho...!” or whatever it was) and goes straight for the bed. He doesn't hesitate before pushing Yasu down and climbing over him, capturing his lips in another intense kiss.
Yasu palms his shoulder blades before sliding his hands down Subaru’s back to grip his hips. Their skin is wet and slippery, warm in contrast with the cool air. Subaru braces his arms on either side of Yasu’s head, wet strands of hair sticking to his face and neck, water dripping on them both, eyes dark and intense. He feels both frail and powerful like this.
Yasu angles his hips, pulls him down. He enters Subaru slowly, carefully. Subaru tries not to close him eyes, tries to remain focused on Yasu’s face, on the way he bites his lower lip in concentration as he tries to remain in control. Subaru mirrors the move, centers all his attention on Yasu. He sees the way Yasu’s catches in his throat as he pushes deeper and the expression on his face is almost enough to make Subaru forget the slight discomfort. Yasu looks at him, cheeks flushed, breathing uneven, eyes wide, and waits. Subaru breathes in, deeply, and twists his hips.
“Haa!” they both cry out and Subaru throws his head back as his concentration breaks. He repeats the move, pushes down and feels Yasu’s hand tighten on his hips.
Subaru moves up and up, thighs framing Yasu’s hips. Yasu’s grip is strong and secure on his hips as he guides him and sets a rhythm that Subaru will soon break.
Between them, it’s not a fight for dominance. It’s all about trust and self-abandon. They have nothing to prove anymore, nothing to hide. Both give all and take all, together, not only because they instinctually know what the other wants, but because they want the same anyway.
Subaru is loud and unrestrained. Under him, Yasu makes soft noises, low and sexy. Together, they fill the air of the room, create a bubble where everything but them dissolves into nothingness.
Subaru feels pressure everywhere around and inside him. He bucks his hips, moves faster, grips the bedsheets on either side of Yasu’s head. Yasu shifts, makes sure his angle is just right, and thrusts hard.
Subaru screams, squeezes his eyes shut and, when Yasu does it again, he loses it completely and comes with a loud cry. Yasu makes a ragged noise, thrusts a few more time and finally stills.
They both remain silent for a moment after that, catching their breath. Subaru’s eyes remain closed and he breathes in the afterglow. Yasu’s hands caress up and down his back.
“Let’s do that again,” Subaru pants, cracking an eye open to look at Yasu. Yasu laughs and rolls them around so they can cuddle instead. Subaru grins.
“I hear the ski slopes are open at night,” Yasu says casually and Subaru’s grin turns into a fake glare.
“You’re not as cute as you think.”
Omake
“Shibuyan...”
“Mm?”
“The shower is still running.”
“Oh.”