Kanjani8 - Wherever They Are - Subaru/Yasu
Title: Wherever They Are
Fandom: Kanjani8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
Disclaimer: This is a fictional situation that never happened.
Notes: For araanaz9. ♥ (Sorry it's a little late! ^^;;)
It starts innocently enough. Yasu straightens out Subaru’s collar, tugging it one way then the next until it looks right. The dressing room is small, and they’re all elbows and knees. Yasu smooths Subaru’s sleeves down then leans back.
“Looks good,” Yasu says, smiling.
“Isn’t this a little weird?” Subaru says, trying to gesture around him. There really isn’t enough room, so he ends up just shifting his shoulders.
“I think it suits you,” Yasu says.
“No, this,” Subaru nods at the four cramped walls.
“Well there was only one empty room, and it’s pretty busy today…”
Subaru grins. “I think you’re just a little...”
Subaru leans in, but Yasu is already kissing him before he makes it very far.
Subaru laughs. “Knew it,” he says.
“You’ve never thought about it…?” Yasu kisses Subaru’s neck and Subaru looks up and sighs.
“Actually, no. Pervert.”
Yasu’s hand trails down Subaru’s neck, down past his chest until his fingers are on Subaru’s belt. He rolls the metal buckle between his finger and his thumb. He thinks about asking, but Subaru’s hands on Yasu’s waist are answer enough.
There is so much noise outside of the dressing room. Yasu slides Subaru’s belt through the loop slowly, even though he doesn’t need to. Subaru breathes heavily and Yasu feels every breath against his neck. Then he looks up at Subaru while his hands reach past the zipper. Subaru looks nervous and he licks his lips, anxiously. Yasu starts to wonder if this isn’t a really bad idea. He’s being too forward, or this is too much...
“Don’t stop,” Subaru breathes. And the sound of Subaru’s gasp when Yasu wraps a hand around his dick is lost when someone’s shoe scuffs the floor.
Yasu doesn’t take his eyes off of Subaru, just slides his hand back and forth, rolling his thumb over the head at the end of every stroke. There isn’t a lot of room. When Subaru rolls his hips forward, he almost pushes Yasu into the opposite wall.
“Careful,” Yasu whispers. Then several hangers fall somewhere in another dressing room and they make a loud clanging sound against the floor.
Subaru laughs nervously. They look at each other and Yasu feels his face getting hot. What was he thinking? Subaru kisses Yasu while he rubs the front of Yasu’s pants. Yasu’s hard just from touching Subaru and even the indirect contact is enough to make him shudder.
Yasu moves his hands to Subaru’s back and grinds his hips into Subaru’s. Subaru kisses him, hard, so they won’t make any noise, but Subaru groans anyway. It vibrates in his throat and Yasu feels it on his tongue. Yasu feels sweat on Subaru’s back, through the fabric of his shirt, he keeps moving his hips against Subaru, and he thinks just this will be enough…
Then a shop employee knocks on the door next to theirs. She asks the customer if they need any help. Subaru nearly whimpers.
---
It’s probably a good thing Yasu doesn’t live too far away from the shop. They get to Yasu’s apartment quickly, and the instant they’re inside Subaru is pressed hard against him, hands all over his shoulders, his back, squeezing his ass. It’s so hot inside and they’re both wearing far too many clothes. The dressing room was too cramped anyway, and Subaru doesn’t do well in confined places.
The bedroom is nearly miles away. They end up sort of near the kitchen counter, just against the wall where Yasu has to maneuver to avoid the picture frames. Subaru yanks Yasu’s shirt over his head and Yasu’s already pumping Subaru’s cock and who knows when his pants came off.
Subaru opens up the nearest drawer and starts looking for something, anything. He just fumbles around and it only gets more erratic when Yasu’s lips are around his cock, no time for kisses trailing down his stomach, no time for anything else. Subaru’s hips jerk and Yasu holds onto his waist. Subaru groans low and he holds onto a handful of Yasu’s hair.
Then Yasu pulls a tube out of his pocket and Subaru stops messing around in the drawer.
“You are a pervert,” Subaru says, taking the tube out of Yasu’s hand.
Yasu stands up, so that they’re level, and Yasu manages to kiss Subaru and shrug at the same time. Subaru laughs against Yasu’s mouth.
Yasu bends over the counter and spreads his arms out. One finger, then two. It’s fast, and the gel is cold, but it all feels so good that Yasu doesn’t want any of it to stop. Subaru settles behind Yasu and leans down to kiss Yasu’s back before he thrusts inside.
Yasu would have let Subaru do anything he wanted in the dressing room. Yasu doesn’t know why he had the idea, it’s such an odd thing to do and it’s not like they don’t have interesting sex, or an interesting relationship. He thought it would be something Subaru would want.
Subaru wraps his arms around Yasu’s torso, and his hands wander up and down Yasu’s chest. Yasu starts squirming and Subaru puts both hands around Yasu’s dick and pulls, in time with his thrusts. Yasu spreads his fingers apart on the counter top, then they quickly close into fists. It’s just them, alone. It doesn’t need to be any other way. Yasu comes in Subaru’s hands a little before Subaru does. Yasu feels sweat falling onto his back and he lays his head on the cold counter, letting the feeling of Subaru run through him. Just Subaru.
They at least make it to the carpet before Subaru’s knees start to buckle. Subaru sits with his back against the couch, still breathing hard and he pulls Yasu close to him when Yasu sits down. They stay for a moment with Yasu’s head on Subaru’s shoulder.
“Was that weird?” Yasu whispers. “That thing in the dressing room...”
“Everything you do is weird,” Subaru says, but Yasu can hear the grin in his voice.
Yasu leans into the crook of Subaru's neck. “No, really.”
Subaru’s arm is tight around his back and Subaru kisses the top of Yasu’s head. Yasu looks up so that he can kiss Subaru on the mouth. His lips are closed, but Subaru opens them quickly with his tongue. It isn’t an answer, but it feels nice anyway. It feels soft and warm and soon both of Subaru's arms are around him.
Yasu thinks about how much he likes being with Subaru. Wherever they are.
Fandom: Kanjani8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
Disclaimer: This is a fictional situation that never happened.
Notes: For araanaz9. ♥ (Sorry it's a little late! ^^;;)
It starts innocently enough. Yasu straightens out Subaru’s collar, tugging it one way then the next until it looks right. The dressing room is small, and they’re all elbows and knees. Yasu smooths Subaru’s sleeves down then leans back.
“Looks good,” Yasu says, smiling.
“Isn’t this a little weird?” Subaru says, trying to gesture around him. There really isn’t enough room, so he ends up just shifting his shoulders.
“I think it suits you,” Yasu says.
“No, this,” Subaru nods at the four cramped walls.
“Well there was only one empty room, and it’s pretty busy today…”
Subaru grins. “I think you’re just a little...”
Subaru leans in, but Yasu is already kissing him before he makes it very far.
Subaru laughs. “Knew it,” he says.
“You’ve never thought about it…?” Yasu kisses Subaru’s neck and Subaru looks up and sighs.
“Actually, no. Pervert.”
Yasu’s hand trails down Subaru’s neck, down past his chest until his fingers are on Subaru’s belt. He rolls the metal buckle between his finger and his thumb. He thinks about asking, but Subaru’s hands on Yasu’s waist are answer enough.
There is so much noise outside of the dressing room. Yasu slides Subaru’s belt through the loop slowly, even though he doesn’t need to. Subaru breathes heavily and Yasu feels every breath against his neck. Then he looks up at Subaru while his hands reach past the zipper. Subaru looks nervous and he licks his lips, anxiously. Yasu starts to wonder if this isn’t a really bad idea. He’s being too forward, or this is too much...
“Don’t stop,” Subaru breathes. And the sound of Subaru’s gasp when Yasu wraps a hand around his dick is lost when someone’s shoe scuffs the floor.
Yasu doesn’t take his eyes off of Subaru, just slides his hand back and forth, rolling his thumb over the head at the end of every stroke. There isn’t a lot of room. When Subaru rolls his hips forward, he almost pushes Yasu into the opposite wall.
“Careful,” Yasu whispers. Then several hangers fall somewhere in another dressing room and they make a loud clanging sound against the floor.
Subaru laughs nervously. They look at each other and Yasu feels his face getting hot. What was he thinking? Subaru kisses Yasu while he rubs the front of Yasu’s pants. Yasu’s hard just from touching Subaru and even the indirect contact is enough to make him shudder.
Yasu moves his hands to Subaru’s back and grinds his hips into Subaru’s. Subaru kisses him, hard, so they won’t make any noise, but Subaru groans anyway. It vibrates in his throat and Yasu feels it on his tongue. Yasu feels sweat on Subaru’s back, through the fabric of his shirt, he keeps moving his hips against Subaru, and he thinks just this will be enough…
Then a shop employee knocks on the door next to theirs. She asks the customer if they need any help. Subaru nearly whimpers.
---
It’s probably a good thing Yasu doesn’t live too far away from the shop. They get to Yasu’s apartment quickly, and the instant they’re inside Subaru is pressed hard against him, hands all over his shoulders, his back, squeezing his ass. It’s so hot inside and they’re both wearing far too many clothes. The dressing room was too cramped anyway, and Subaru doesn’t do well in confined places.
The bedroom is nearly miles away. They end up sort of near the kitchen counter, just against the wall where Yasu has to maneuver to avoid the picture frames. Subaru yanks Yasu’s shirt over his head and Yasu’s already pumping Subaru’s cock and who knows when his pants came off.
Subaru opens up the nearest drawer and starts looking for something, anything. He just fumbles around and it only gets more erratic when Yasu’s lips are around his cock, no time for kisses trailing down his stomach, no time for anything else. Subaru’s hips jerk and Yasu holds onto his waist. Subaru groans low and he holds onto a handful of Yasu’s hair.
Then Yasu pulls a tube out of his pocket and Subaru stops messing around in the drawer.
“You are a pervert,” Subaru says, taking the tube out of Yasu’s hand.
Yasu stands up, so that they’re level, and Yasu manages to kiss Subaru and shrug at the same time. Subaru laughs against Yasu’s mouth.
Yasu bends over the counter and spreads his arms out. One finger, then two. It’s fast, and the gel is cold, but it all feels so good that Yasu doesn’t want any of it to stop. Subaru settles behind Yasu and leans down to kiss Yasu’s back before he thrusts inside.
Yasu would have let Subaru do anything he wanted in the dressing room. Yasu doesn’t know why he had the idea, it’s such an odd thing to do and it’s not like they don’t have interesting sex, or an interesting relationship. He thought it would be something Subaru would want.
Subaru wraps his arms around Yasu’s torso, and his hands wander up and down Yasu’s chest. Yasu starts squirming and Subaru puts both hands around Yasu’s dick and pulls, in time with his thrusts. Yasu spreads his fingers apart on the counter top, then they quickly close into fists. It’s just them, alone. It doesn’t need to be any other way. Yasu comes in Subaru’s hands a little before Subaru does. Yasu feels sweat falling onto his back and he lays his head on the cold counter, letting the feeling of Subaru run through him. Just Subaru.
They at least make it to the carpet before Subaru’s knees start to buckle. Subaru sits with his back against the couch, still breathing hard and he pulls Yasu close to him when Yasu sits down. They stay for a moment with Yasu’s head on Subaru’s shoulder.
“Was that weird?” Yasu whispers. “That thing in the dressing room...”
“Everything you do is weird,” Subaru says, but Yasu can hear the grin in his voice.
Yasu leans into the crook of Subaru's neck. “No, really.”
Subaru’s arm is tight around his back and Subaru kisses the top of Yasu’s head. Yasu looks up so that he can kiss Subaru on the mouth. His lips are closed, but Subaru opens them quickly with his tongue. It isn’t an answer, but it feels nice anyway. It feels soft and warm and soon both of Subaru's arms are around him.
Yasu thinks about how much he likes being with Subaru. Wherever they are.