[FIC] - Salty at Night - Several Pairings - NC-17 - Series
Title: Salty at Night
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Porn-medley?
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Yumehito/Sakito, Byou/Yooh
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: At night, when love tastes salty.
Rainchaser's Archive
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☆ Prosperous - PG-13
☆ Flamboyance - PG
☆ Picture Perfect - PG
☆ Tired of Sleep - PG-13
☆ Coming Home - PG-13
☆ Tucked in - PG-13
☆ Two notes to notice - PG-13
☆ Share a Word - PG-13
☆ Nightingale - PG-13
☆ Wee Hours of Morning - PG-13
☆ Steps and Turns - PG-13
☆ Yet Unknown - PG-13
☆ Food for the Heart - PG-13
☆ How to Relax - NC-17
☆ Open your Eyes - NC-17ish
☆ Getting Out - PG-13
A list of who with whom had which child luwhutwtf.
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"Masayuki?" Hiroto called out after he opened the front door.
"He's not here," Uruha purred against his neck. "His shoes are missing." He licked a line up to the smaller man's lobe and tugged on the onyx cube.
"That means I can take you where ever I want, hm?" He turned around and smirked before he dropped on his knees.
"And as loud as you want," Uruha gasped as Hiroto kissed his bare thighs while he pulled down the zippers of his high boots.
- - -
"I should have been home by now," Berry mewled as Suzume unbuttoned her shirt with one hand while the other took hold of her rear.
"I'll call Reita and tell him you dozed off," she kissed down Berry's neck, her lips caressing her chest as the shirt dropped from her shoulders.
"He'll be pissed."
"He won't." Suzume undid the younger's bra with two fingers and guided her, little by little, away from the entry back to her bedroom. "I'll tell him that I'll drive you to school and make sure you have a bento and drop by to pick up your books." Her hand moved from Kimberly's bum to her front, rubbing two knowing fingers in just the right angle to make her eyes flutter and her knees weak.
"Maybe he won't be pissed at you- AH!" the blue haired girl squealed as the other gave her a push so she'd fall down on the bed. "But at me!" Nevertheless she shook her bra off and crawled up against the headboard.
"Just stay quiet for a sec," Suzume winked at her and pulled out her phone from the jeans still lying on the floor.
- - -
"Wait! Nononono! No cuffs!" Reita struggled, but he couldn't get Aki off his lap nor could he get his arms free off Ruki's tight grip as he chained him to the metal bar at top of the headboard.
"Just shut up," the blond vocalist huffed and pulled Reita's face up for a harsh kiss. He couldn't help but moan into the kiss, his mouth instantly dominated by Ruki. He could feel the other bassist biting his nipples, always twisting the second between his fingers, making Reita squirm. He tried to break the kiss, wanting to moan freely, but Ruki just pressed his head against the board and swallowed whatever sound he made.
He heard his phone ring from somewhere on the ground. Ruki sat up. "Keep him busy," he said to Aki, who just smirked and did as he was told by taking Reita's cock down his throat in one smooth move.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Good evening Ruki-san!" Suzume chirped.
"Oi, Suzume! Where's my daughter?" he asked, stroking himself shamelessly as he watched the two bassists.
"She fell asleep while I was cleaning my kittie’s litter box, sorry. I hope it's okay if I drive her to school tomorrow? I'll make her a big bento, I promise!"
Ruki knew she was lying, but really, he had no nerve to bother right now when Reita was thrusting so eagerly into Aki's mouth, who -apparently- perked his butt just a little too tempting. "No, just fine, but make sure she eats breakfast, she tends to skip it."
"I will! Have a good night!"
He closed the phone to end the call and dropped it carelessly before he knelt on the sheets behind Aki. "Just stay like that," he purred, his hands outlining the bassist's spine until two fingers reached the twitching, circular muscle. He bent forward to reach for the lube, pressing his cock between the deep-throating man's butt cheeks.
- - -
The hot water off the shower sheathed their bodies, a wee bit of foam running down Aoi's back, left from Ni~ya washing the guitarist's black hair before, somehow, things got heated and rushed.
So, that now, Aoi's back was against the tiles, one leg wound around Ni~ya's waist as the bassist kept pounding into his body, every thrust pressing air out of his lungs in delicious moans.
- - -
Hiroto had him on the dinner table, again. His long legs dangled from the smaller man's shoulders, swaying as he moved inside him. Uruha didn't know what to do with his hands, the edge of the table too far to hold onto, Hiroto’s hair was out of reach since he loved to look down at him, as he bent his back, his face displaying the pleasure pulsing through his veins. He felt no need to jerk himself, not when the younger kept hitting his prostate dead on with every single thrust.
"Don't tell Masayuki," the brunette smirked and entwined his finger's with Uruha's.
"'Course not," the blond tried to gasp out, his vision blurred and his ears buzzing with the heat building up in his body.
Their dinner table had, as found out by chance, just the perfect height for Hiroto's hips.
- - -
Chiaki woke up, feeling hot. He pushed back the covers and sat up, as quiet as possible, to pull off his pyjama shirt.
Why so warm all of a sudden?
He always slept in pyjamas and he didn't change his AC settings. A glance at the clock told him it was not far from 2AM. He sighed and fanned his chest, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in his lower regions. He moved a hand through his hair and sighed again.
He should just get up and go to the bathroom to take care of it, right?
Pulling up his knees, he rested his head on them and looked down at Masayuki.
"Everything ok?" the other boy asked, blinking the sleep out off his eyes.
Chiaki jerked slightly. "Sorry, did I wake you up?"
"Maybe I can't sleep when you're not sleeping as well." The brunette smiled and sat up himself, his bare chest barely visible in the dark room, yet enough to catch the blond's eyes.
He gulped. Not helping, not at all.
"Had a bad dream?" He shifted closer, seeing Chiaki was edgy. He wanted to comfort him.
But then, the blond pulled away. "No bad dream." He felt awkward, his pulse running fast, almost tumbling over its own beat.
Masayuki frowned. Something was off, Chiaki would never refuse to be closer and closer. He did what his instinct told him and reached out, placing his hands on the blond's hips and tugged him towards his body, partly beneath him. Bending down and nuzzling his cheek, he whispered. "You can tell me everything, you know that, right?"
His hands automatically wandered to the brunette's chest, his skin feeling so different underneath his pads all of a sudden. "I-" want to touch you.
Masayuki looked into his eyes, worried, curious, caring.
"I- I-" Oh please touch me! His every cell gravitated towards the other boy, yearning for contact. He couldn't voice it, though. His left hand slid down Masayuki's arm, following it to his own hip and took it by the wrist to move it to a more central position. He'd never felt this uneasy with the other.
Masayuki's breath stopped for a moment. Chiaki was aroused, clearly aroused beneath his very palm. The blond was tense, maybe even scared, his eyes closed and all he wanted to do was to make him feel better. "Sssh, it's okay, relax," he cooed, pecking a cheek sweetly. "Want me to help you?" Not that he didn't feel shaky himself, but he tried to stay calm so none would end up feeling awkward or even embarrassed.
A simple nod.
His hand turned a little, cupping the hardened shaft.
"Please." Nothing more than a whisper against Masayuki's lips was all it took to lure him into a kiss, languid and tasting heady.
Carefully, the brunette lay down on his side next to Chiaki, moving his hand tentatively.
This couldn't be so different from what he'd do to himself, right?
Chiaki gasped into their kiss, unintentionally squirming into the hand on him. He loosened the grip on Masayuki's wrist and blindly reached for the other crotch, placing his hand on the bulge he found there.
This was new.
This was so good.
He mustered all courage he could come up with and snuck his fingers beneath the waistband of Masayuki's pyjama pants. Wrapping his fingers around the brunette’s erection, he felt light-headed, not only from the moan he swallowed from the other's lips. His move was mirrored and soon he himself was held in a fist, pumping and tugging.
Their kiss broke, they needed to breathe, to free their shy moans as hips started to move on their own. Forehead against forehead, breath hot on each other's lips, they locked eyes.
So good.
Masayuki trailed kisses down the blond's cheeks, along his jaw line, all the way to his neck. As he bit down, he could feel the arousal in his hand twitch. For the first time, Chiaki moved his head to offer himself, presenting his light skin to be tainted. Every little nip and lick sent bolts down his spine, gathering in the bottom of his belly, building up a pleasurable pressure he never felt before.
"Masa..." What was he calling out for?
Instinctively, the brunette sped his movement, enjoying the fact that those little moans grew longer and louder, affecting him more than anything else ever did.
Then, suddenly, his ears were graced with the most delicious, luscious sound he ever heard, rich with pleasure. The blond stilled his every motion, his luxurious moan vibrating through Masayuki's lips on his Adam’s apple as he came into his hand, white and sticky.
This very sight, the sound, the feel and the taste of Chiaki’s salty skin was all it took to let the brunette cum himself, thrusting into Chiaki's loose fist, pressing his forehead against the crook of his neck.
They didn't move for a while, panting, ignoring rushing thoughts and just revelled in the aftermath.
So good.
Chiaki reached for his abandoned shirt, before he pulled his hand out of Masayuki pants and wiped it off on the cotton fabric. Masayuki did the same and tossed the shirt off the bed to pull Chiaki into his arms.
"Better now?" he whispered.
Chiaki nodded, smiling and tugged the covers back up over their bodies. He kissed the other lazily, his heart beat coming down from it's high.
So good.
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I CORRUPTED MY SWEET SWEET INNOCENT BOYS D:!!
Bwahaha X3 But I let everyone have dirty sex so Chiaki and Masayuki still seem all innocent, huh~
And lulwhut, I washed Aoi's hair 8D
And big thankies again for rawrstarr's beta-ing 8D!!
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Porn-medley?
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Yumehito/Sakito, Byou/Yooh
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: At night, when love tastes salty.
Rainchaser's Archive
_______________________________________________________________
☆ Prosperous - PG-13
☆ Flamboyance - PG
☆ Picture Perfect - PG
☆ Tired of Sleep - PG-13
☆ Coming Home - PG-13
☆ Tucked in - PG-13
☆ Two notes to notice - PG-13
☆ Share a Word - PG-13
☆ Nightingale - PG-13
☆ Wee Hours of Morning - PG-13
☆ Steps and Turns - PG-13
☆ Yet Unknown - PG-13
☆ Food for the Heart - PG-13
☆ How to Relax - NC-17
☆ Open your Eyes - NC-17ish
☆ Getting Out - PG-13
A list of who with whom had which child luwhutwtf.
_______________________________________________________________
"Masayuki?" Hiroto called out after he opened the front door.
"He's not here," Uruha purred against his neck. "His shoes are missing." He licked a line up to the smaller man's lobe and tugged on the onyx cube.
"That means I can take you where ever I want, hm?" He turned around and smirked before he dropped on his knees.
"And as loud as you want," Uruha gasped as Hiroto kissed his bare thighs while he pulled down the zippers of his high boots.
- - -
"I should have been home by now," Berry mewled as Suzume unbuttoned her shirt with one hand while the other took hold of her rear.
"I'll call Reita and tell him you dozed off," she kissed down Berry's neck, her lips caressing her chest as the shirt dropped from her shoulders.
"He'll be pissed."
"He won't." Suzume undid the younger's bra with two fingers and guided her, little by little, away from the entry back to her bedroom. "I'll tell him that I'll drive you to school and make sure you have a bento and drop by to pick up your books." Her hand moved from Kimberly's bum to her front, rubbing two knowing fingers in just the right angle to make her eyes flutter and her knees weak.
"Maybe he won't be pissed at you- AH!" the blue haired girl squealed as the other gave her a push so she'd fall down on the bed. "But at me!" Nevertheless she shook her bra off and crawled up against the headboard.
"Just stay quiet for a sec," Suzume winked at her and pulled out her phone from the jeans still lying on the floor.
- - -
"Wait! Nononono! No cuffs!" Reita struggled, but he couldn't get Aki off his lap nor could he get his arms free off Ruki's tight grip as he chained him to the metal bar at top of the headboard.
"Just shut up," the blond vocalist huffed and pulled Reita's face up for a harsh kiss. He couldn't help but moan into the kiss, his mouth instantly dominated by Ruki. He could feel the other bassist biting his nipples, always twisting the second between his fingers, making Reita squirm. He tried to break the kiss, wanting to moan freely, but Ruki just pressed his head against the board and swallowed whatever sound he made.
He heard his phone ring from somewhere on the ground. Ruki sat up. "Keep him busy," he said to Aki, who just smirked and did as he was told by taking Reita's cock down his throat in one smooth move.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Good evening Ruki-san!" Suzume chirped.
"Oi, Suzume! Where's my daughter?" he asked, stroking himself shamelessly as he watched the two bassists.
"She fell asleep while I was cleaning my kittie’s litter box, sorry. I hope it's okay if I drive her to school tomorrow? I'll make her a big bento, I promise!"
Ruki knew she was lying, but really, he had no nerve to bother right now when Reita was thrusting so eagerly into Aki's mouth, who -apparently- perked his butt just a little too tempting. "No, just fine, but make sure she eats breakfast, she tends to skip it."
"I will! Have a good night!"
He closed the phone to end the call and dropped it carelessly before he knelt on the sheets behind Aki. "Just stay like that," he purred, his hands outlining the bassist's spine until two fingers reached the twitching, circular muscle. He bent forward to reach for the lube, pressing his cock between the deep-throating man's butt cheeks.
- - -
The hot water off the shower sheathed their bodies, a wee bit of foam running down Aoi's back, left from Ni~ya washing the guitarist's black hair before, somehow, things got heated and rushed.
So, that now, Aoi's back was against the tiles, one leg wound around Ni~ya's waist as the bassist kept pounding into his body, every thrust pressing air out of his lungs in delicious moans.
- - -
Hiroto had him on the dinner table, again. His long legs dangled from the smaller man's shoulders, swaying as he moved inside him. Uruha didn't know what to do with his hands, the edge of the table too far to hold onto, Hiroto’s hair was out of reach since he loved to look down at him, as he bent his back, his face displaying the pleasure pulsing through his veins. He felt no need to jerk himself, not when the younger kept hitting his prostate dead on with every single thrust.
"Don't tell Masayuki," the brunette smirked and entwined his finger's with Uruha's.
"'Course not," the blond tried to gasp out, his vision blurred and his ears buzzing with the heat building up in his body.
Their dinner table had, as found out by chance, just the perfect height for Hiroto's hips.
- - -
Chiaki woke up, feeling hot. He pushed back the covers and sat up, as quiet as possible, to pull off his pyjama shirt.
Why so warm all of a sudden?
He always slept in pyjamas and he didn't change his AC settings. A glance at the clock told him it was not far from 2AM. He sighed and fanned his chest, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in his lower regions. He moved a hand through his hair and sighed again.
He should just get up and go to the bathroom to take care of it, right?
Pulling up his knees, he rested his head on them and looked down at Masayuki.
"Everything ok?" the other boy asked, blinking the sleep out off his eyes.
Chiaki jerked slightly. "Sorry, did I wake you up?"
"Maybe I can't sleep when you're not sleeping as well." The brunette smiled and sat up himself, his bare chest barely visible in the dark room, yet enough to catch the blond's eyes.
He gulped. Not helping, not at all.
"Had a bad dream?" He shifted closer, seeing Chiaki was edgy. He wanted to comfort him.
But then, the blond pulled away. "No bad dream." He felt awkward, his pulse running fast, almost tumbling over its own beat.
Masayuki frowned. Something was off, Chiaki would never refuse to be closer and closer. He did what his instinct told him and reached out, placing his hands on the blond's hips and tugged him towards his body, partly beneath him. Bending down and nuzzling his cheek, he whispered. "You can tell me everything, you know that, right?"
His hands automatically wandered to the brunette's chest, his skin feeling so different underneath his pads all of a sudden. "I-" want to touch you.
Masayuki looked into his eyes, worried, curious, caring.
"I- I-" Oh please touch me! His every cell gravitated towards the other boy, yearning for contact. He couldn't voice it, though. His left hand slid down Masayuki's arm, following it to his own hip and took it by the wrist to move it to a more central position. He'd never felt this uneasy with the other.
Masayuki's breath stopped for a moment. Chiaki was aroused, clearly aroused beneath his very palm. The blond was tense, maybe even scared, his eyes closed and all he wanted to do was to make him feel better. "Sssh, it's okay, relax," he cooed, pecking a cheek sweetly. "Want me to help you?" Not that he didn't feel shaky himself, but he tried to stay calm so none would end up feeling awkward or even embarrassed.
A simple nod.
His hand turned a little, cupping the hardened shaft.
"Please." Nothing more than a whisper against Masayuki's lips was all it took to lure him into a kiss, languid and tasting heady.
Carefully, the brunette lay down on his side next to Chiaki, moving his hand tentatively.
This couldn't be so different from what he'd do to himself, right?
Chiaki gasped into their kiss, unintentionally squirming into the hand on him. He loosened the grip on Masayuki's wrist and blindly reached for the other crotch, placing his hand on the bulge he found there.
This was new.
This was so good.
He mustered all courage he could come up with and snuck his fingers beneath the waistband of Masayuki's pyjama pants. Wrapping his fingers around the brunette’s erection, he felt light-headed, not only from the moan he swallowed from the other's lips. His move was mirrored and soon he himself was held in a fist, pumping and tugging.
Their kiss broke, they needed to breathe, to free their shy moans as hips started to move on their own. Forehead against forehead, breath hot on each other's lips, they locked eyes.
So good.
Masayuki trailed kisses down the blond's cheeks, along his jaw line, all the way to his neck. As he bit down, he could feel the arousal in his hand twitch. For the first time, Chiaki moved his head to offer himself, presenting his light skin to be tainted. Every little nip and lick sent bolts down his spine, gathering in the bottom of his belly, building up a pleasurable pressure he never felt before.
"Masa..." What was he calling out for?
Instinctively, the brunette sped his movement, enjoying the fact that those little moans grew longer and louder, affecting him more than anything else ever did.
Then, suddenly, his ears were graced with the most delicious, luscious sound he ever heard, rich with pleasure. The blond stilled his every motion, his luxurious moan vibrating through Masayuki's lips on his Adam’s apple as he came into his hand, white and sticky.
This very sight, the sound, the feel and the taste of Chiaki’s salty skin was all it took to let the brunette cum himself, thrusting into Chiaki's loose fist, pressing his forehead against the crook of his neck.
They didn't move for a while, panting, ignoring rushing thoughts and just revelled in the aftermath.
So good.
Chiaki reached for his abandoned shirt, before he pulled his hand out of Masayuki pants and wiped it off on the cotton fabric. Masayuki did the same and tossed the shirt off the bed to pull Chiaki into his arms.
"Better now?" he whispered.
Chiaki nodded, smiling and tugged the covers back up over their bodies. He kissed the other lazily, his heart beat coming down from it's high.
So good.
_______________________________________________________________
I CORRUPTED MY SWEET SWEET INNOCENT BOYS D:!!
Bwahaha X3 But I let everyone have dirty sex so Chiaki and Masayuki still seem all innocent, huh~
And lulwhut, I washed Aoi's hair 8D
And big thankies again for rawrstarr's beta-ing 8D!!