[multi-part] All Dressed Up and Nowhere To Go
Title: All Dressed Up and Nowhere To Go
Pairing: Juri x Yasui
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1284
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Summary: From the prompt "Juri didn't know he had a cross-dressing kink until he comes back to the hotel room to find the very pretty sight of Yasui in a dress with makeup. He's embarrassed, even more so when Yasui yanks his pants down and rides him, coming embarrassingly fast. That's okay, Yasui says. They have all night. (Would super love a mention or two of smeared lipstick. Also Yasui is totally bossy and in control and Juri likes it a lot.)".
A/N: Originally posted here ageeeees ago.
Damn Koki and his whole herd of animals, Juri thinks as he make his way back to his hotel, who cancel plans with their brother just because one of their dogs has an upset stomach? Koki obviously.
He gets a spare key from reception since Yasui had said he might be going out, and makes his way up in the elevator. The last thing he expects to find on opening the door though is a girl, sitting at their dresser with make-up products scattered around her.
He glances again at the number on the door, it's definitely the one he left just an hour earlier, and then he lets it fall shut. The girl jumps, her hand slipping and drawing a line of lipstick across her chin. That's not what draws Juri's attention though when she finally turns and looks at him , beneath the loose brown curls of hair is Yasui's face.
For a moment he doesn't even know what to think, his head is so muddled up, but then Yasui takes his bottom lip into his mouth as though he's guiltily waiting for some reproach, and Juri's body is quick enough to react.
Juri's never even considered how he feels about cross-dressing before, it's one of those things that they get forced into for work but don't really think too much about otherwise. Yasui clearly does though, this isn't some half-assed dress and lipstick deal, he looks perfect.
His hair is covered by the long brown wig with a delicate butterfly clip holding it back at one side, he's dressed in a pale purple, silky, floor length dress and brown strappy wedges. His make up, aside from the smear of lipstick when Juri startled him, looks perfect, his cheeks tinted just a delicate shade of pink, and his eyes, framed in thick black lashes look bigger and more feminine than any man's have a right to look.
His mind is already starting to catch up with his body by the time Yasui gets to his feet. Juri takes a deep breath to keep from moaning as his friend all but slinks towards him, that pale pink lip fighting its way from between his teeth.
He's pretty sure that Yasui should be the one who's embarrassed here, but it's his own cheeks that are burning when Yasui comes to stop right in front of him, close enough, Juri fears, to hear the way his heart is hammering in his chest. With the heels, Yasui is taller than him, but it's not that, nor the fact that the other is older that has Juri's skin prickling, it's that hungry look in Yasui's eyes.
Juri lets out a small squeak when Yasui grabs him by the belt buckle and practically shoves him over onto the bed, but then Yasui is crawling onto it after him, and he barely has time for the moan that claws it' way out of him before Yasui is on top of him, pressing him back as their lips clash together.
His hips buck up involuntarily, his hands grasping the sheets beside him and squeezing in an attempt to relive the tension building inside him. He recognises that tension though, that all too familiar pull, low in his abdomen, the tingling fire under his skin, and he knows the only way the alleviate it.
Yasui knows it too, wants it too, if his expression is anything to go by. When he pulls back to gasp for air, he looks wild, his eyes dazed with lust and his lipstick smeared all over his mouth. Juri thinks it only looks sexier that way and he let's go of the sheets in favour of planting his hand firmly in Yasui's wig.
Something flashes in Yasui's eyes, and Juri's almost frightened the next moment when his hand is tugged away and pressed into the pillow beside his head. Yasui holds it there even as he leans in to attach their mouths together again, and then as he shuffles his weight onto it so that the other is free to wander down and unfasten Juri's jeans.
He's been hard from the moment he realised who he was looking at and now his cock is practically a solid rod, leaking pre-come from the end of it. His cheeks flush when Yasui realises, pulling away from their kiss just long enough to fix and incredulous look on him, accompanied by a smirk.
He's embarrassed, but not enough to care when Yasui's hand curls around him and tugs just a few times. The friction stops then and Yasui pulls his hand away, moving back off of Juri enough to yank his jeans down to mid-thigh, and then he's on top of him again, pulling his dress up around his waist.
Yasui reaches down to the side of the bed, retrieving something from his bag, and the next time he leans down to kiss Juri, his gasps are accompanied by moans. Juri's eyes are rolling back in his head just at the thought of what the other is doing on top of him, and his hips start to buck again in anticipation when he realises what that means.
It doesn't take long until Yasui is ready for him, and then Juri has to bite into his own arm to keep from screaming when Yasui finally slips down onto him. He pauses just for a moment, but it's not long enough for Juri, even just the feeling of those walls acclimatising to his length is enough stimulation to push him further towards that tantalising edge.
Yasui lowers himself enough to whisper into Juri's ear “Don't hold back, I want to hear you.” before he tugs Juri's arm from his mouth and pins it back to the bed.
It's the most arousing thing Juri's seen. The familiarity of his friends face, only simultaniousy softer and more striking with the beautiful make up, and the hair bouncing freely around his shoulders from his efforts.
The noises Yasui makes are soft and high-pitched, more voiced gasps than moans but Juri's never heard anything so melodic, not even on stage.
And the feeling. Juri can't even find anything to compare it to. He's had girls, a few of them in fact, but Yasui...Yasui's body offers so much more, it's so tight and hot and so much more responsive. He wants to feel it all so much more, but he can already taste his orgasm approaching, it's there coiling in his stomach, ready to spring.
He pushes his head back into the pillow, shaking it from side to side in desperation to hold on, but then Yasui's hand grips his and pulls it towards his cock. He obediently wraps his hand around it, trying to concentrate on that, but with the first stroke the walls around him squeeze so much tighter and he's lost.
He almost screams as pleasure rocks through him, over and over with the walls still clenching around him, squeezing every last drop of ecstasy from him, until his entire body seems to sag, spent against the sheets.
He hisses a little as Yasui moves gently off of him, and without the fog of arousal clouding him, he feels the embarrassment full force. He looks down to where Yasui is still holding his dress around his waist, his erection still an angry red, and his own semen trickling down the back of Yasui's thigh.
“I'm so sorry.” he rasps out, reaching over with his hand to stroke Yasui's leg. “I didn't even come that fast my first time.”
“Don't worry about it.” Yasui laughs, but his eyes are still wide with excitement. “I kind of like having to wait...and we've got all night.”
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I was hesitant to post this here because I wrote it back when I barely even knew who Yasui was and I wasn't that familiar with Juri either, but I stumbled across it hidden in one of fic folders and decided it wasn't actually as bad as I rememberd it being.
Pairing: Juri x Yasui
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1284
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Summary: From the prompt "Juri didn't know he had a cross-dressing kink until he comes back to the hotel room to find the very pretty sight of Yasui in a dress with makeup. He's embarrassed, even more so when Yasui yanks his pants down and rides him, coming embarrassingly fast. That's okay, Yasui says. They have all night. (Would super love a mention or two of smeared lipstick. Also Yasui is totally bossy and in control and Juri likes it a lot.)".
A/N: Originally posted here ageeeees ago.
Damn Koki and his whole herd of animals, Juri thinks as he make his way back to his hotel, who cancel plans with their brother just because one of their dogs has an upset stomach? Koki obviously.
He gets a spare key from reception since Yasui had said he might be going out, and makes his way up in the elevator. The last thing he expects to find on opening the door though is a girl, sitting at their dresser with make-up products scattered around her.
He glances again at the number on the door, it's definitely the one he left just an hour earlier, and then he lets it fall shut. The girl jumps, her hand slipping and drawing a line of lipstick across her chin. That's not what draws Juri's attention though when she finally turns and looks at him , beneath the loose brown curls of hair is Yasui's face.
For a moment he doesn't even know what to think, his head is so muddled up, but then Yasui takes his bottom lip into his mouth as though he's guiltily waiting for some reproach, and Juri's body is quick enough to react.
Juri's never even considered how he feels about cross-dressing before, it's one of those things that they get forced into for work but don't really think too much about otherwise. Yasui clearly does though, this isn't some half-assed dress and lipstick deal, he looks perfect.
His hair is covered by the long brown wig with a delicate butterfly clip holding it back at one side, he's dressed in a pale purple, silky, floor length dress and brown strappy wedges. His make up, aside from the smear of lipstick when Juri startled him, looks perfect, his cheeks tinted just a delicate shade of pink, and his eyes, framed in thick black lashes look bigger and more feminine than any man's have a right to look.
His mind is already starting to catch up with his body by the time Yasui gets to his feet. Juri takes a deep breath to keep from moaning as his friend all but slinks towards him, that pale pink lip fighting its way from between his teeth.
He's pretty sure that Yasui should be the one who's embarrassed here, but it's his own cheeks that are burning when Yasui comes to stop right in front of him, close enough, Juri fears, to hear the way his heart is hammering in his chest. With the heels, Yasui is taller than him, but it's not that, nor the fact that the other is older that has Juri's skin prickling, it's that hungry look in Yasui's eyes.
Juri lets out a small squeak when Yasui grabs him by the belt buckle and practically shoves him over onto the bed, but then Yasui is crawling onto it after him, and he barely has time for the moan that claws it' way out of him before Yasui is on top of him, pressing him back as their lips clash together.
His hips buck up involuntarily, his hands grasping the sheets beside him and squeezing in an attempt to relive the tension building inside him. He recognises that tension though, that all too familiar pull, low in his abdomen, the tingling fire under his skin, and he knows the only way the alleviate it.
Yasui knows it too, wants it too, if his expression is anything to go by. When he pulls back to gasp for air, he looks wild, his eyes dazed with lust and his lipstick smeared all over his mouth. Juri thinks it only looks sexier that way and he let's go of the sheets in favour of planting his hand firmly in Yasui's wig.
Something flashes in Yasui's eyes, and Juri's almost frightened the next moment when his hand is tugged away and pressed into the pillow beside his head. Yasui holds it there even as he leans in to attach their mouths together again, and then as he shuffles his weight onto it so that the other is free to wander down and unfasten Juri's jeans.
He's been hard from the moment he realised who he was looking at and now his cock is practically a solid rod, leaking pre-come from the end of it. His cheeks flush when Yasui realises, pulling away from their kiss just long enough to fix and incredulous look on him, accompanied by a smirk.
He's embarrassed, but not enough to care when Yasui's hand curls around him and tugs just a few times. The friction stops then and Yasui pulls his hand away, moving back off of Juri enough to yank his jeans down to mid-thigh, and then he's on top of him again, pulling his dress up around his waist.
Yasui reaches down to the side of the bed, retrieving something from his bag, and the next time he leans down to kiss Juri, his gasps are accompanied by moans. Juri's eyes are rolling back in his head just at the thought of what the other is doing on top of him, and his hips start to buck again in anticipation when he realises what that means.
It doesn't take long until Yasui is ready for him, and then Juri has to bite into his own arm to keep from screaming when Yasui finally slips down onto him. He pauses just for a moment, but it's not long enough for Juri, even just the feeling of those walls acclimatising to his length is enough stimulation to push him further towards that tantalising edge.
Yasui lowers himself enough to whisper into Juri's ear “Don't hold back, I want to hear you.” before he tugs Juri's arm from his mouth and pins it back to the bed.
It's the most arousing thing Juri's seen. The familiarity of his friends face, only simultaniousy softer and more striking with the beautiful make up, and the hair bouncing freely around his shoulders from his efforts.
The noises Yasui makes are soft and high-pitched, more voiced gasps than moans but Juri's never heard anything so melodic, not even on stage.
And the feeling. Juri can't even find anything to compare it to. He's had girls, a few of them in fact, but Yasui...Yasui's body offers so much more, it's so tight and hot and so much more responsive. He wants to feel it all so much more, but he can already taste his orgasm approaching, it's there coiling in his stomach, ready to spring.
He pushes his head back into the pillow, shaking it from side to side in desperation to hold on, but then Yasui's hand grips his and pulls it towards his cock. He obediently wraps his hand around it, trying to concentrate on that, but with the first stroke the walls around him squeeze so much tighter and he's lost.
He almost screams as pleasure rocks through him, over and over with the walls still clenching around him, squeezing every last drop of ecstasy from him, until his entire body seems to sag, spent against the sheets.
He hisses a little as Yasui moves gently off of him, and without the fog of arousal clouding him, he feels the embarrassment full force. He looks down to where Yasui is still holding his dress around his waist, his erection still an angry red, and his own semen trickling down the back of Yasui's thigh.
“I'm so sorry.” he rasps out, reaching over with his hand to stroke Yasui's leg. “I didn't even come that fast my first time.”
“Don't worry about it.” Yasui laughs, but his eyes are still wide with excitement. “I kind of like having to wait...and we've got all night.”
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I was hesitant to post this here because I wrote it back when I barely even knew who Yasui was and I wasn't that familiar with Juri either, but I stumbled across it hidden in one of fic folders and decided it wasn't actually as bad as I rememberd it being.