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Title: Leather and Shades
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sakumoto (Sho/Jun)
Prompt: Leather pants and sunglasses.
Word Count: 2003
Notes: The at-long-last completed request for moeruze_burning from Jun-month. I’m so sorry this has taken so long orz. I appear to have lost my ability to sit down and write porn in a single sitting ;o; Oh, and ... plot? What’s a plot? >_>
Say what you would about Sho - and Jun said a lot about him, usually on TV and usually not particularly flattering - but the man could pull off leather pants better than a lot of people they knew (Ninomiya - the tiny, dog-faced imp - not included, which was entirely not fair because dog-faced imps shouldn’t be allowed to look good in leather anything let alone pants which encased his thighs and backside like a glove and...).
Sho smiled and shifted his position, lounging like a prince over the long couch. Jun, much to his chagrin, couldn’t look away. He was supposed to be over the older man. He’d gotten over him years ago. And he totally wasn’t staring. (Except he totally was. Thank God for the cover of sunglasses.)
The cameras flashed incessantly at them. They flashed at Nino and Aiba to Jun’s left - giggling softly to each other, Nino squirming closer and more suggestively into Aiba’s lap with each passing pose change, Aiba holding him tightly, hand moving slowly and tangling into his hair possessively (Jun knew those pictures wouldn’t be chosen for the magazine. Jun also knew they’d all wind up with two copies of each). They flashed at Sho on his couch; they flashed on Ohno and Jun himself, lounging against the wall of the rented studio.
Sho shifted again. Jun continued to stare. Ohno laughed softly and Jun didn’t have to look at his face to know exactly what Ohno was laughing at. He jabbed the older man in the side with his elbow under the guise of taking a new pose.
“You didn’t have to hit me.”
“You didn’t have to laugh.”
“But it’s cute,” Ohno said, pouting.
Jun grunted. “Dogs are cute. Small humans are cute. Sho is not cute.”
“You watching Sho and pretending you aren’t is. I haven’t seen you moon over him in a long time.”
“I’m not mooning!”
“Pining?”
“... Keep talking, Leader, and I’m taking Nino on your bed next. With video.”
Ohno tilted his head thoughtfully, “Does that mean I can take Sho and Aiba on yours?”
Jun made a mental note to demand his spare key back from Aiba and stepped on Ohno’s foot.
------
Sho the Ever Polite was still bowing his head to the staff as he made his way into the dressing room, pausing in the doorway to greet someone who passed by just because they were passing by. Jun watched him from the couch, where he lounged with all the grace and style of a sleek cat - still wearing the sunglasses from the shoot, which he’d grown rather fond of. Only when Sho turned around and let the door close behind him did he finally allow himself to look like they felt - tired and ready to go home. Nino was already nearly packed and Leader had left first with his Fishing Face in full focus. Aiba was the only one to still be chirping animatedly at the room at large - for nobody was really answering - but he didn’t seem to notice or care.
“Good work today,” Jun murmured, stretching out luxuriously before sitting upright. He waved his fingers at the older man’s legs. “You’re still wearing the pants.”
Sho looked down at himself. “Aa- I am...”
“That’s okay. They’re a better view from here than his jeans,” Aiba said happily.
Nino, ever the tsukkomi, rolled his eyes. “That’s because you’re looking at him upside down.”
Aiba had, in fact, taken to lying with his head hanging off the seat edge of the couch. Sho pouted his best pout at Nino, but he wasn’t particularly distressed - everybody knew what happened to Nino when Sho wore his loose sweaters without a shirt underneath them.
“And anyway, you’re wearing the shades still,” the rapper pointed out.
Jun smiled. “I know. I bought them.”
“Because he likes looking like a bug,” Nino supplied helpfully.
Aiba popped up from the couch to hang on the smallest of them, grinning. “Don’t be jealous, Nino-chan. I saved the leather Maou pants for you, and we can find you a pair of buggy sunglasses.”
“Why would I want bug eyes and Maou pants?!” Nino asked sharply, smacking his head. (It didn’t make nearly the same satisfying noise that it did when Jun was doing the hitting.) “You mean the pants from Truth, don’t you? Who asked you to save them, anyway?”
“Oh-chan.”
Jun shook his head. “Get a room, guys, seriously.”
Sho chuckled fondly. He’d crossed the room to his bag and was currently changing from the shirt they’d put him in. Jun looked over, seeing him in nothing but his leather pants, and had to lick his lips and look away again rather hurriedly. He shifted to the arm of the couch, propping himself up there. Somewhere - far enough away that Jun couldn’t reach him - Nino snickered. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. Jun glared at him.
“That’d work better if you weren’t wearing your bug eyes,” Nino said sweetly. He grabbed Aiba’s hand and both their bags up from the chair they’d been left on, smiling widely. “We’ll see you dears later.”
Aiba blinked, maintaining just enough presence of mind to grab his jacket before Nino had completely yanked him from the room. “We will? Where are we going? Hey, Nino-chan, tell me - ”
The door closed behind them, masking Jun’s movement from propped on the arm of the couch to perching there with his legs hanging off. Sho was still chuckling fondly, shaking his head as he pulled his printed T-shirt over it, running sturdy fingers through his hair to settle it back into place. He placed the button down from wardrobe on a hanger.
“Want to get a drink?” Jun asked.
Sho started, unprepared for Jun’s question. He looked over his shoulder. “Eh? Ah - a drink drink or coffee?”
Jun snorted. “It’s barely three in the afternoon - of course coffee.”
The older man waved a hand placatingly and briefly, looking down again as he worked his leather pants open. Jun lunged. Sho had no time to react before the younger man was there, shoving the T-shirt up his torso, mouth attached to his neck.
“J-jun, w-what- what’re you-!”
“Shut up, pants on,” Jun muttered, slithering down Sho’s back, drawing his teeth over the older man’s spine.
Sho shuddered, falling forward and just barely catching himself against the wall, biting hard on his lip to keep back a loud groan. Jun grinned sharply, nuzzling into the supple leather, pressing his nose against Sho’s in-seam.
The older man’s legs trembled. “... Th-the hell, Jun?”
“S’what you get for wearin’ these.”
“I d-didn’t ask for them!”
“Still wore them,” Jun muttered. He slid between Sho’s legs, grinning up at the older man. “Stop complaining or I’ll help you take them off. Right here, with your bare ass to the unlocked door.”
Sho, head bent and breathing hard, only managed to glare at him halfheartedly. The younger man smiled placidly up at him - decidedly creepy, Sho decided, considering that Jun was unzipping his pants.
... Unzipping his pants?!
“JUN!”
The younger man laughed - a low, rich sound that Sho normally didn’t hear - pulling the leather down slowly from Sho’s hips. He declined to say anything to Sho’s panicked cry, nuzzling into the junction of the rapper’s hip and pelvis instead. Sho realized quickly that going commando had been his first mistake. Looking down and seeing Jun, smiling enigmatically with his eyes blocked by dark lenses, was his second. He didn’t have any time to mourn said mistakes, however, before Jun licked up the length of his cock.
Sho let his head hang, squeezing his eyes tightly closed, and moaned. His fingers curled in on themselves as though he could grip the wall. Jun smiled in a highly self-satisfied manner and licked Sho again, watching the older man grow hard and feeling it heavy and warm against his tongue. His hands curled around Sho’s shins, holding his legs in place. He took the head of the older man’s cock into his mouth and gave it a long, slow lick. Sho’s hips surged forward and he cried out loudly, no longer able to deny his arousal.
“You’ll have somebody checking on us if you keep that up, you know,” Jun said, giving Sho another lazy lick. “I might have to stop if you can’t stay quiet.”
It was Sho’s way out of the surprise blow job - the only one he’d get - and Sho knew it. As such the offer demanded careful consideration. Sho allowed himself a lengthy two seconds of weighing pros and cons and bit down hard on his bottom lip by way of an answer. Jun grinned and took Sho’s erection between his lips again. This time his tongue sought the vein running along the underside of Sho’s cock, pressing up firmly while Jun swallowed around it.
Above him the older man whimpered, his hips jerking forward in tiny rolling movements that didn’t actually do him any good. Jun relaxed his jaw and allowed more of Sho slide into his mouth, beginning to suck in earnest. His teeth came down the slightest bit, grazing Sho only to be followed by the soothing swipe of his tongue - Sho let out a half-choked half-whimpered sob of pleasure and bit down harder on his lip, nearly breaking the skin.
Jun redoubled his efforts in sucking, sliding his hands up and down the leather encasing Sho’s legs, eventually gripping his thighs. He pressed his thumbs into the junction of Sho’s pelvis and inner thighs, massaging lightly. Sho groaned softly, unable to hold back the sound. The younger man grinned around Sho’s erection and pulled back until just the head was held between his lips, swirling his tongue over the reddened, hot flesh. Bitter saltiness burst over his taste buds. Sho moaned and tried to thrust back into the warmth of Jun’s mouth.
“J-juuuuuuuuuuun...”
The younger man pulled his hands away from Sho’s pelvis. He smacked the older man’s backside sharply to remind him to stay quiet, but his other hand negated the actual order of the smack by wrapping around the base of Sho’s erection and pulling. Sho’s whole body jerked and he swore under his breath. Jun could feel his legs trembling through the leather pants - Sho was getting close and trying to hold back. Jun flattened his tongue against the vein and twisted his hand around the base.
Sho keened softly through his nose, his teeth firmly back to biting his lip. He pried his eyes open, watching Jun’s lips work around him, watching Jun’s head bob, taking in the spit slick noises that Jun’s lips made. The younger man tilted his head and Sho watched nearly all of his erection disappearing into his hot mouth. His mouth parted slackly, but his throat no longer worked to create any noise - it was too dry. Jun’s eyebrows rose slightly above the rims of his sunglasses; even unable to see his eyes, Sho knew that he was laughing.
The older man shuddered. “Fuck - Jun - ”
Jun’s tongue rolled and the sharp pointed tip pressed firmly just behind the head of Sho’s cock. Sho shuddered again, this time with finality as he moaned gutterally and jerked his hips sharply into Jun’s mouth. The younger man pulled back smoothly, leaving himself enough room that he could catch the semen easily on his tongue and swallow without choking. He let Sho slide from his mouth with a parting lick, already rooting around in the older man’s bag for tissues. Sho said nothing, still leaning heavily on the wall, his eyes closed.
Jun looked up at the older man as he cleaned him, grinning. “You know that now you have to return the favor, right?”
It took a moment before Sho could get his throat working to reply. He got his eyes open slowly, but only half-way. His eyes were dark and his pupils still dilated. Then he grinned, and Jun swallowed thickly, his stomach tightening in anticipation.
“Okay,” Sho said sweetly, “I’ll pay for your coffee.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sakumoto (Sho/Jun)
Prompt: Leather pants and sunglasses.
Word Count: 2003
Notes: The at-long-last completed request for moeruze_burning from Jun-month. I’m so sorry this has taken so long orz. I appear to have lost my ability to sit down and write porn in a single sitting ;o; Oh, and ... plot? What’s a plot? >_>
Say what you would about Sho - and Jun said a lot about him, usually on TV and usually not particularly flattering - but the man could pull off leather pants better than a lot of people they knew (Ninomiya - the tiny, dog-faced imp - not included, which was entirely not fair because dog-faced imps shouldn’t be allowed to look good in leather anything let alone pants which encased his thighs and backside like a glove and...).
Sho smiled and shifted his position, lounging like a prince over the long couch. Jun, much to his chagrin, couldn’t look away. He was supposed to be over the older man. He’d gotten over him years ago. And he totally wasn’t staring. (Except he totally was. Thank God for the cover of sunglasses.)
The cameras flashed incessantly at them. They flashed at Nino and Aiba to Jun’s left - giggling softly to each other, Nino squirming closer and more suggestively into Aiba’s lap with each passing pose change, Aiba holding him tightly, hand moving slowly and tangling into his hair possessively (Jun knew those pictures wouldn’t be chosen for the magazine. Jun also knew they’d all wind up with two copies of each). They flashed at Sho on his couch; they flashed on Ohno and Jun himself, lounging against the wall of the rented studio.
Sho shifted again. Jun continued to stare. Ohno laughed softly and Jun didn’t have to look at his face to know exactly what Ohno was laughing at. He jabbed the older man in the side with his elbow under the guise of taking a new pose.
“You didn’t have to hit me.”
“You didn’t have to laugh.”
“But it’s cute,” Ohno said, pouting.
Jun grunted. “Dogs are cute. Small humans are cute. Sho is not cute.”
“You watching Sho and pretending you aren’t is. I haven’t seen you moon over him in a long time.”
“I’m not mooning!”
“Pining?”
“... Keep talking, Leader, and I’m taking Nino on your bed next. With video.”
Ohno tilted his head thoughtfully, “Does that mean I can take Sho and Aiba on yours?”
Jun made a mental note to demand his spare key back from Aiba and stepped on Ohno’s foot.
------
Sho the Ever Polite was still bowing his head to the staff as he made his way into the dressing room, pausing in the doorway to greet someone who passed by just because they were passing by. Jun watched him from the couch, where he lounged with all the grace and style of a sleek cat - still wearing the sunglasses from the shoot, which he’d grown rather fond of. Only when Sho turned around and let the door close behind him did he finally allow himself to look like they felt - tired and ready to go home. Nino was already nearly packed and Leader had left first with his Fishing Face in full focus. Aiba was the only one to still be chirping animatedly at the room at large - for nobody was really answering - but he didn’t seem to notice or care.
“Good work today,” Jun murmured, stretching out luxuriously before sitting upright. He waved his fingers at the older man’s legs. “You’re still wearing the pants.”
Sho looked down at himself. “Aa- I am...”
“That’s okay. They’re a better view from here than his jeans,” Aiba said happily.
Nino, ever the tsukkomi, rolled his eyes. “That’s because you’re looking at him upside down.”
Aiba had, in fact, taken to lying with his head hanging off the seat edge of the couch. Sho pouted his best pout at Nino, but he wasn’t particularly distressed - everybody knew what happened to Nino when Sho wore his loose sweaters without a shirt underneath them.
“And anyway, you’re wearing the shades still,” the rapper pointed out.
Jun smiled. “I know. I bought them.”
“Because he likes looking like a bug,” Nino supplied helpfully.
Aiba popped up from the couch to hang on the smallest of them, grinning. “Don’t be jealous, Nino-chan. I saved the leather Maou pants for you, and we can find you a pair of buggy sunglasses.”
“Why would I want bug eyes and Maou pants?!” Nino asked sharply, smacking his head. (It didn’t make nearly the same satisfying noise that it did when Jun was doing the hitting.) “You mean the pants from Truth, don’t you? Who asked you to save them, anyway?”
“Oh-chan.”
Jun shook his head. “Get a room, guys, seriously.”
Sho chuckled fondly. He’d crossed the room to his bag and was currently changing from the shirt they’d put him in. Jun looked over, seeing him in nothing but his leather pants, and had to lick his lips and look away again rather hurriedly. He shifted to the arm of the couch, propping himself up there. Somewhere - far enough away that Jun couldn’t reach him - Nino snickered. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. Jun glared at him.
“That’d work better if you weren’t wearing your bug eyes,” Nino said sweetly. He grabbed Aiba’s hand and both their bags up from the chair they’d been left on, smiling widely. “We’ll see you dears later.”
Aiba blinked, maintaining just enough presence of mind to grab his jacket before Nino had completely yanked him from the room. “We will? Where are we going? Hey, Nino-chan, tell me - ”
The door closed behind them, masking Jun’s movement from propped on the arm of the couch to perching there with his legs hanging off. Sho was still chuckling fondly, shaking his head as he pulled his printed T-shirt over it, running sturdy fingers through his hair to settle it back into place. He placed the button down from wardrobe on a hanger.
“Want to get a drink?” Jun asked.
Sho started, unprepared for Jun’s question. He looked over his shoulder. “Eh? Ah - a drink drink or coffee?”
Jun snorted. “It’s barely three in the afternoon - of course coffee.”
The older man waved a hand placatingly and briefly, looking down again as he worked his leather pants open. Jun lunged. Sho had no time to react before the younger man was there, shoving the T-shirt up his torso, mouth attached to his neck.
“J-jun, w-what- what’re you-!”
“Shut up, pants on,” Jun muttered, slithering down Sho’s back, drawing his teeth over the older man’s spine.
Sho shuddered, falling forward and just barely catching himself against the wall, biting hard on his lip to keep back a loud groan. Jun grinned sharply, nuzzling into the supple leather, pressing his nose against Sho’s in-seam.
The older man’s legs trembled. “... Th-the hell, Jun?”
“S’what you get for wearin’ these.”
“I d-didn’t ask for them!”
“Still wore them,” Jun muttered. He slid between Sho’s legs, grinning up at the older man. “Stop complaining or I’ll help you take them off. Right here, with your bare ass to the unlocked door.”
Sho, head bent and breathing hard, only managed to glare at him halfheartedly. The younger man smiled placidly up at him - decidedly creepy, Sho decided, considering that Jun was unzipping his pants.
... Unzipping his pants?!
“JUN!”
The younger man laughed - a low, rich sound that Sho normally didn’t hear - pulling the leather down slowly from Sho’s hips. He declined to say anything to Sho’s panicked cry, nuzzling into the junction of the rapper’s hip and pelvis instead. Sho realized quickly that going commando had been his first mistake. Looking down and seeing Jun, smiling enigmatically with his eyes blocked by dark lenses, was his second. He didn’t have any time to mourn said mistakes, however, before Jun licked up the length of his cock.
Sho let his head hang, squeezing his eyes tightly closed, and moaned. His fingers curled in on themselves as though he could grip the wall. Jun smiled in a highly self-satisfied manner and licked Sho again, watching the older man grow hard and feeling it heavy and warm against his tongue. His hands curled around Sho’s shins, holding his legs in place. He took the head of the older man’s cock into his mouth and gave it a long, slow lick. Sho’s hips surged forward and he cried out loudly, no longer able to deny his arousal.
“You’ll have somebody checking on us if you keep that up, you know,” Jun said, giving Sho another lazy lick. “I might have to stop if you can’t stay quiet.”
It was Sho’s way out of the surprise blow job - the only one he’d get - and Sho knew it. As such the offer demanded careful consideration. Sho allowed himself a lengthy two seconds of weighing pros and cons and bit down hard on his bottom lip by way of an answer. Jun grinned and took Sho’s erection between his lips again. This time his tongue sought the vein running along the underside of Sho’s cock, pressing up firmly while Jun swallowed around it.
Above him the older man whimpered, his hips jerking forward in tiny rolling movements that didn’t actually do him any good. Jun relaxed his jaw and allowed more of Sho slide into his mouth, beginning to suck in earnest. His teeth came down the slightest bit, grazing Sho only to be followed by the soothing swipe of his tongue - Sho let out a half-choked half-whimpered sob of pleasure and bit down harder on his lip, nearly breaking the skin.
Jun redoubled his efforts in sucking, sliding his hands up and down the leather encasing Sho’s legs, eventually gripping his thighs. He pressed his thumbs into the junction of Sho’s pelvis and inner thighs, massaging lightly. Sho groaned softly, unable to hold back the sound. The younger man grinned around Sho’s erection and pulled back until just the head was held between his lips, swirling his tongue over the reddened, hot flesh. Bitter saltiness burst over his taste buds. Sho moaned and tried to thrust back into the warmth of Jun’s mouth.
“J-juuuuuuuuuuun...”
The younger man pulled his hands away from Sho’s pelvis. He smacked the older man’s backside sharply to remind him to stay quiet, but his other hand negated the actual order of the smack by wrapping around the base of Sho’s erection and pulling. Sho’s whole body jerked and he swore under his breath. Jun could feel his legs trembling through the leather pants - Sho was getting close and trying to hold back. Jun flattened his tongue against the vein and twisted his hand around the base.
Sho keened softly through his nose, his teeth firmly back to biting his lip. He pried his eyes open, watching Jun’s lips work around him, watching Jun’s head bob, taking in the spit slick noises that Jun’s lips made. The younger man tilted his head and Sho watched nearly all of his erection disappearing into his hot mouth. His mouth parted slackly, but his throat no longer worked to create any noise - it was too dry. Jun’s eyebrows rose slightly above the rims of his sunglasses; even unable to see his eyes, Sho knew that he was laughing.
The older man shuddered. “Fuck - Jun - ”
Jun’s tongue rolled and the sharp pointed tip pressed firmly just behind the head of Sho’s cock. Sho shuddered again, this time with finality as he moaned gutterally and jerked his hips sharply into Jun’s mouth. The younger man pulled back smoothly, leaving himself enough room that he could catch the semen easily on his tongue and swallow without choking. He let Sho slide from his mouth with a parting lick, already rooting around in the older man’s bag for tissues. Sho said nothing, still leaning heavily on the wall, his eyes closed.
Jun looked up at the older man as he cleaned him, grinning. “You know that now you have to return the favor, right?”
It took a moment before Sho could get his throat working to reply. He got his eyes open slowly, but only half-way. His eyes were dark and his pupils still dilated. Then he grinned, and Jun swallowed thickly, his stomach tightening in anticipation.
“Okay,” Sho said sweetly, “I’ll pay for your coffee.”