Kanjani8 - Long Hair - Subaru/Maru
Title: Long Hair
Fandom: Kanjani8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Subaru/Maru
Disclaimer: This is a fictional situation that never happened.
Notes: Written for yet another anon meme. For the prompt: Maru has a neck fetish and he starts to lust over Subaru's neck every time he can get a glimpse of it (It would be nice if you could write it with long haired!Subaru). Subaru must act like the tease that he is. Sex should be slow and hot. (And once again I failed at the prompt a bit, but... I did my best. XD)
Subaru is attractive. Maru has felt that way about him for a long time, maybe longer than he cares to admit. It's only grown over time, but while Subaru will flirt with him and Subaru will play around with him, Maru's never brave enough to try to take it any further than that. It's been years, too long for something to start now, and Maru can't be sure Subaru would want that anyway. It's better just to leave this alone.
But, it creeps into his thoughts, unwanted and without warning. He likes Subaru. He won't say the words out loud, afraid of what they might feel like on his tongue. He'll wait it out, he thinks, and it will get better. It does, for a while, but then Subaru grows his hair out.
And it gets worse.
"I hate it," Subaru says, pulling his hair in bunches behind his head. He looks into the mirror in their dressing room and Maru stands to his side.
"Are you going to cut it?" Maru asks.
Subaru gathers all of his hair into his hands, then lets it fall around his shoulders again. "Yeah," he says. "Yeah, soon."
It's strange just how much Subaru's long hair makes his neck so much more noticeable. Maru catches himself staring at the lines of Subaru's neck down to his shoulders and he tries to be subtle about it, but Subaru catches him looking just in time for him to look away awkwardly.
"Do you like it?" Subaru asks. Maru could be imagining, but it seems like Subaru is grinning a little. Subaru's never very good at hiding what he's feeling, but the subtlety of his expression is what makes Maru sure he's imagining it. "Never mind, it's a stupid question."
"I do," Maru says. "Like it, I mean... it suits you."
Subaru takes the ends of his hair and twists it in his fingers. "Eh," he says.
Maru comes up behind Subaru, and they're both facing the mirror, looking at each other through the reflection. He takes his hands and smooths Subaru's long hair down around his face, then he smiles big and wide.
"Yeah," he says. "I like it."
Subaru chuckles a little, leans back so Maru's chest is pressed against him. "I still hate it," he says.
It isn't just that Subaru's body is so close to his, or that his hands are winding around Subaru's waist (they're always doing things like this, it's no different), but they're alone and it feels charged somehow. Or maybe that's also in Maru's imagination. He isn't really sure anymore.
"Hmm." Subaru looks into the mirror thoughtfully. He turns his head to the side, then the other side, studying the way he looks. Maru holds onto his hips, noticing the way Subaru seems to press even closer against him when he does that. Maru swallows.
Subaru's got a hair tie around his wrist and when he brings his arms down to his sides, Maru slips it off.
"Hey!" Subaru says. "I was gonna use that..."
"I know," Maru says. He pulls all of Subaru's hair back, tying it into a ponytail.
Subaru smiles appreciatively.
"Better?" Maru asks. But then he realizes that he's completely exposed Subaru's neck, and the way they're both standing in front of the mirror, Maru can see from every angle. He doesn't think about it, doesn't consciously mean to do it, and it's tender and can easily pass as something friendly, something that they just do sometimes - Maru presses his lips against the side of Subaru's neck, gently. He lingers there too long, until it feels like he either has to follow through (which entails... what exactly he doesn't really know) or stop and pretend it never happened, which Subaru would probably oblige, since he can be the same way sometimes - too rash and instinctual.
But it's come this far, and he doesn't want to have to stop. Subaru certainly isn't stopping him, and Maru feels it when Subaru moans in his throat.
"Was kind of wondering when you'd do that," Subaru says. And when Maru finally gathers the courage to look up, Subaru is definitely grinning this time.
Maru likes Subaru. Definitely more than he'll say and more than he'll let on, and he's so content to have Subaru turn around and kiss him. It feels like they've done this so many times even though it really is the first. Subaru opens his lips, not even a hint of shyness in his motions, and he pulls Maru down by his shoulders so they're level, Maru moving so easily in his hands.
"How long do you think...?" Maru asks. "Until someone comes back."
The door is locked, but locked doors don't guarantee privacy. They do, however, nearly guarantee Yoko making Yasu come at one with a flying kick. Or at least a lot of pounding. The timing could be better, but Maru's never felt this brave before. It almost feels a little thrilling, knowing that they could be caught.
"Why, how long do you need?" Subaru says, laughing. And Maru giggles against Subaru's lips.
Subaru doesn't waste time with Maru's belt, and even less time maneuvering his hands inside and wrapping one hand around Maru's dick. He's half-hard, but it doesn't take long the way Subaru is moving his hand. Subaru strokes gently, a little teasingly, and looks extremely pleased with himself when Maru groans.
Maru's happy to let Subaru dictate the pace because he thinks he'd worry too much about taking it too far, or not far enough, or just generally doing everything wrong. It's not like he's never done this before, but he's never done this with Subaru before, and there is some saying about long anticipation that Maru can't even begin to remember right now.
He starts to wonder if maybe he's being at little too passive, but Subaru doesn't seem to mind. They're still standing in front of that mirror, and Maru watches Subaru's hand on his body, watches Subaru's free hand rubbing the front of his pants. Subaru breathes a little shallow, lips parted and skin flushed. Maru watches him, intently...
"Ah- Stop-" Maru says, his voice breathy and Subaru stops just in time. It's so good, but Maru wants it to last a bit longer than that.
Subaru has condoms in his bag. The bag where he carries his water and his vitamins.
"You're like a boyscout," Maru says, while Subaru's messing with his own belt. Subaru looks up at Maru for exactly two seconds before both of them burst out laughing.
"I just! I meant!" Maru says, laughing too hard to get the words out, and Subaru starts kissing him, mercifully. Both of them have the giggles for a moment, but the kiss turns intense as soon as Subaru pushes Maru's jeans down. Then he does the same to his own and wraps his arms around Maru's back so their erections are pressed up against each other.
Maru buries his face in the crook of Subaru's neck, kissing the now-familiar skin there, and Subaru reaches down to stroke both of their dicks together, he pulls a couple of times, a bit roughly, and it's so good that Maru's head is spinning again. He bites his lip when Subaru finally opens the package and starts rolling the condom onto himself, and Subaru doesn't have to say any words, he just steps aside and pushes down on Maru's back so he's bent over the makeup table.
It's a little odd because that's where the mirror is, and Maru's looking directly at himself. He's so flushed, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and he's still biting down on his lip, hard enough to turn the skin white. Then he feels Subaru's slick finger inside of him and he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, letting the sensation wash over him. It's good, two fingers is better, and then he feels the head of Subaru's cock.
"Shi- Shibu--" Half a nickname is about all he can manage while Subaru inches inside. It's achingly slow, but however Subaru wants to do it is perfect to him.
There isn't anything to hold onto but the edges of the counter, and it's a little uncomfortable that way, so he ends up resting on his elbows and curling his hands into fists. He's stretched and it hurts, but it's the right kind of hurt somehow. Subaru reaches around Maru's body and between his legs where he strokes Maru in time with his slow pace.
It almost feels like he's holding back, maybe for Maru's sake, because it seems like Subaru is more the type to just take every sensation he can, as much as he can, as quickly as he can. He's spoiled like that, but maybe it feels good to tease himself like this, too. Maru watches him in the mirror, appreciating just how sexy he looks with his hair back and a couple of stray hairs falling out and framing his face. Maru rocks back, almost unintentionally, and Subaru reacts, hissing between his teeth and squeezing Maru's cock a bit harder.
"Fuck," Subaru mutters, starting to thrust a bit harder, grinning when Maru draws his hand up and moans into his fist. It's so good, Subaru behind him like this. He even likes the way they look together, even if he'd maybe imagined it, briefly before pushing it to the back of his mind. He watches Subaru because he can, because he can't look away, because this might be the only time he'll ever see him like this.
Subaru begins thrusting frantically, grunting loudly and stroking Maru in a way that makes it even more impossible to hold out. But he doesn't need to anymore, he feels it building in his stomach, then it washes over him completely, he comes in Subaru's hand, holding onto the counter and panting hard.
Subaru thrusts into him a couple more times before he comes. His fingers dig into Maru's hips and Maru watches him in the mirror, deep pleasure twisting his features.
Subaru is attractive, but it isn't just that.
Subaru gets a towel and cleans both of them up, tenderly. And he looks tired and spent, but he keeps nipping at Maru, playfully. If they were at home, in one of their beds, Maru thinks he could fall asleep right now. They could lie together, get tangled up, be far too hot in the same bed, but pressed up against each other anyway. Subaru's voice pulls Maru back.
"So you weren't just saying that... were you?"
Maru doesn't have a clue what Subaru is talking about until he faces him and sees Subaru pulling the hair tie out and letting his hair down. Even his fingers are tired, but he lifts his arm up and takes some of Subaru's hair in his hand.
"I do like it," Maru says, tugging on the ends, lightly. "I really do."
Fandom: Kanjani8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Subaru/Maru
Disclaimer: This is a fictional situation that never happened.
Notes: Written for yet another anon meme. For the prompt: Maru has a neck fetish and he starts to lust over Subaru's neck every time he can get a glimpse of it (It would be nice if you could write it with long haired!Subaru). Subaru must act like the tease that he is. Sex should be slow and hot. (And once again I failed at the prompt a bit, but... I did my best. XD)
Subaru is attractive. Maru has felt that way about him for a long time, maybe longer than he cares to admit. It's only grown over time, but while Subaru will flirt with him and Subaru will play around with him, Maru's never brave enough to try to take it any further than that. It's been years, too long for something to start now, and Maru can't be sure Subaru would want that anyway. It's better just to leave this alone.
But, it creeps into his thoughts, unwanted and without warning. He likes Subaru. He won't say the words out loud, afraid of what they might feel like on his tongue. He'll wait it out, he thinks, and it will get better. It does, for a while, but then Subaru grows his hair out.
And it gets worse.
"I hate it," Subaru says, pulling his hair in bunches behind his head. He looks into the mirror in their dressing room and Maru stands to his side.
"Are you going to cut it?" Maru asks.
Subaru gathers all of his hair into his hands, then lets it fall around his shoulders again. "Yeah," he says. "Yeah, soon."
It's strange just how much Subaru's long hair makes his neck so much more noticeable. Maru catches himself staring at the lines of Subaru's neck down to his shoulders and he tries to be subtle about it, but Subaru catches him looking just in time for him to look away awkwardly.
"Do you like it?" Subaru asks. Maru could be imagining, but it seems like Subaru is grinning a little. Subaru's never very good at hiding what he's feeling, but the subtlety of his expression is what makes Maru sure he's imagining it. "Never mind, it's a stupid question."
"I do," Maru says. "Like it, I mean... it suits you."
Subaru takes the ends of his hair and twists it in his fingers. "Eh," he says.
Maru comes up behind Subaru, and they're both facing the mirror, looking at each other through the reflection. He takes his hands and smooths Subaru's long hair down around his face, then he smiles big and wide.
"Yeah," he says. "I like it."
Subaru chuckles a little, leans back so Maru's chest is pressed against him. "I still hate it," he says.
It isn't just that Subaru's body is so close to his, or that his hands are winding around Subaru's waist (they're always doing things like this, it's no different), but they're alone and it feels charged somehow. Or maybe that's also in Maru's imagination. He isn't really sure anymore.
"Hmm." Subaru looks into the mirror thoughtfully. He turns his head to the side, then the other side, studying the way he looks. Maru holds onto his hips, noticing the way Subaru seems to press even closer against him when he does that. Maru swallows.
Subaru's got a hair tie around his wrist and when he brings his arms down to his sides, Maru slips it off.
"Hey!" Subaru says. "I was gonna use that..."
"I know," Maru says. He pulls all of Subaru's hair back, tying it into a ponytail.
Subaru smiles appreciatively.
"Better?" Maru asks. But then he realizes that he's completely exposed Subaru's neck, and the way they're both standing in front of the mirror, Maru can see from every angle. He doesn't think about it, doesn't consciously mean to do it, and it's tender and can easily pass as something friendly, something that they just do sometimes - Maru presses his lips against the side of Subaru's neck, gently. He lingers there too long, until it feels like he either has to follow through (which entails... what exactly he doesn't really know) or stop and pretend it never happened, which Subaru would probably oblige, since he can be the same way sometimes - too rash and instinctual.
But it's come this far, and he doesn't want to have to stop. Subaru certainly isn't stopping him, and Maru feels it when Subaru moans in his throat.
"Was kind of wondering when you'd do that," Subaru says. And when Maru finally gathers the courage to look up, Subaru is definitely grinning this time.
Maru likes Subaru. Definitely more than he'll say and more than he'll let on, and he's so content to have Subaru turn around and kiss him. It feels like they've done this so many times even though it really is the first. Subaru opens his lips, not even a hint of shyness in his motions, and he pulls Maru down by his shoulders so they're level, Maru moving so easily in his hands.
"How long do you think...?" Maru asks. "Until someone comes back."
The door is locked, but locked doors don't guarantee privacy. They do, however, nearly guarantee Yoko making Yasu come at one with a flying kick. Or at least a lot of pounding. The timing could be better, but Maru's never felt this brave before. It almost feels a little thrilling, knowing that they could be caught.
"Why, how long do you need?" Subaru says, laughing. And Maru giggles against Subaru's lips.
Subaru doesn't waste time with Maru's belt, and even less time maneuvering his hands inside and wrapping one hand around Maru's dick. He's half-hard, but it doesn't take long the way Subaru is moving his hand. Subaru strokes gently, a little teasingly, and looks extremely pleased with himself when Maru groans.
Maru's happy to let Subaru dictate the pace because he thinks he'd worry too much about taking it too far, or not far enough, or just generally doing everything wrong. It's not like he's never done this before, but he's never done this with Subaru before, and there is some saying about long anticipation that Maru can't even begin to remember right now.
He starts to wonder if maybe he's being at little too passive, but Subaru doesn't seem to mind. They're still standing in front of that mirror, and Maru watches Subaru's hand on his body, watches Subaru's free hand rubbing the front of his pants. Subaru breathes a little shallow, lips parted and skin flushed. Maru watches him, intently...
"Ah- Stop-" Maru says, his voice breathy and Subaru stops just in time. It's so good, but Maru wants it to last a bit longer than that.
Subaru has condoms in his bag. The bag where he carries his water and his vitamins.
"You're like a boyscout," Maru says, while Subaru's messing with his own belt. Subaru looks up at Maru for exactly two seconds before both of them burst out laughing.
"I just! I meant!" Maru says, laughing too hard to get the words out, and Subaru starts kissing him, mercifully. Both of them have the giggles for a moment, but the kiss turns intense as soon as Subaru pushes Maru's jeans down. Then he does the same to his own and wraps his arms around Maru's back so their erections are pressed up against each other.
Maru buries his face in the crook of Subaru's neck, kissing the now-familiar skin there, and Subaru reaches down to stroke both of their dicks together, he pulls a couple of times, a bit roughly, and it's so good that Maru's head is spinning again. He bites his lip when Subaru finally opens the package and starts rolling the condom onto himself, and Subaru doesn't have to say any words, he just steps aside and pushes down on Maru's back so he's bent over the makeup table.
It's a little odd because that's where the mirror is, and Maru's looking directly at himself. He's so flushed, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and he's still biting down on his lip, hard enough to turn the skin white. Then he feels Subaru's slick finger inside of him and he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, letting the sensation wash over him. It's good, two fingers is better, and then he feels the head of Subaru's cock.
"Shi- Shibu--" Half a nickname is about all he can manage while Subaru inches inside. It's achingly slow, but however Subaru wants to do it is perfect to him.
There isn't anything to hold onto but the edges of the counter, and it's a little uncomfortable that way, so he ends up resting on his elbows and curling his hands into fists. He's stretched and it hurts, but it's the right kind of hurt somehow. Subaru reaches around Maru's body and between his legs where he strokes Maru in time with his slow pace.
It almost feels like he's holding back, maybe for Maru's sake, because it seems like Subaru is more the type to just take every sensation he can, as much as he can, as quickly as he can. He's spoiled like that, but maybe it feels good to tease himself like this, too. Maru watches him in the mirror, appreciating just how sexy he looks with his hair back and a couple of stray hairs falling out and framing his face. Maru rocks back, almost unintentionally, and Subaru reacts, hissing between his teeth and squeezing Maru's cock a bit harder.
"Fuck," Subaru mutters, starting to thrust a bit harder, grinning when Maru draws his hand up and moans into his fist. It's so good, Subaru behind him like this. He even likes the way they look together, even if he'd maybe imagined it, briefly before pushing it to the back of his mind. He watches Subaru because he can, because he can't look away, because this might be the only time he'll ever see him like this.
Subaru begins thrusting frantically, grunting loudly and stroking Maru in a way that makes it even more impossible to hold out. But he doesn't need to anymore, he feels it building in his stomach, then it washes over him completely, he comes in Subaru's hand, holding onto the counter and panting hard.
Subaru thrusts into him a couple more times before he comes. His fingers dig into Maru's hips and Maru watches him in the mirror, deep pleasure twisting his features.
Subaru is attractive, but it isn't just that.
Subaru gets a towel and cleans both of them up, tenderly. And he looks tired and spent, but he keeps nipping at Maru, playfully. If they were at home, in one of their beds, Maru thinks he could fall asleep right now. They could lie together, get tangled up, be far too hot in the same bed, but pressed up against each other anyway. Subaru's voice pulls Maru back.
"So you weren't just saying that... were you?"
Maru doesn't have a clue what Subaru is talking about until he faces him and sees Subaru pulling the hair tie out and letting his hair down. Even his fingers are tired, but he lifts his arm up and takes some of Subaru's hair in his hand.
"I do like it," Maru says, tugging on the ends, lightly. "I really do."