[FIC] NewS - Otanjoubi
Title: Otanjoubi
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: R (Hint-y smut)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: For katrinasacay, as part of my Happy Birthday!! event. One more to go!
Tegoshi insists on keeping the bow on, even when Massu’s straddling his hips and dragging teeth along his shoulders and chest. It looks kind of ridiculous, this gigantic mass of pink ribbon fixed around the younger man’s neck, but Massu isn’t feeling particularly inclined towards arguing. Not when Tegoshi is raking his fingernails down Massu’s back and making the sweetest little noises in the process.
He draws the line at the wrapping paper, however.
“Spoil sport,” Tegoshi teases without malice, and then laughs breathlessly when Massu runs light fingers down his flanks, just enough to tickle.
“It’s my birthday,” the older man reminds. Tegoshi hums in agreement, then arches up with a gasp when a hand creeps between his thighs. Massu smiles as the sight, because it’s one he’ll never get tired of; not when Tegoshi is all pouting lips and flushed cheeks and lust-clouded eyes.
The younger boy is naturally pretty, but like this, he’s radiant.
Massu strokes him, slow but sure, and Tegoshi’s breath hitches, eyelids fluttering, and then his tongue is poking out to run along his lower lip slowly, tantalizing. Massu watches for a moment, utterly enthralled, and Tegoshi catches him, smirks arrogantly, slides his hands up the older man’s backside until he can hook his fingers into Massu’s belt loops.
“Gonna unwrap your present, then, birthday boy?” He teases, rocks his hips just so and Massu moans, deep and low in his throat.
“Fuck yes,” He hisses, and leans down to do just that.
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: R (Hint-y smut)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: For katrinasacay, as part of my Happy Birthday!! event. One more to go!
Tegoshi insists on keeping the bow on, even when Massu’s straddling his hips and dragging teeth along his shoulders and chest. It looks kind of ridiculous, this gigantic mass of pink ribbon fixed around the younger man’s neck, but Massu isn’t feeling particularly inclined towards arguing. Not when Tegoshi is raking his fingernails down Massu’s back and making the sweetest little noises in the process.
He draws the line at the wrapping paper, however.
“Spoil sport,” Tegoshi teases without malice, and then laughs breathlessly when Massu runs light fingers down his flanks, just enough to tickle.
“It’s my birthday,” the older man reminds. Tegoshi hums in agreement, then arches up with a gasp when a hand creeps between his thighs. Massu smiles as the sight, because it’s one he’ll never get tired of; not when Tegoshi is all pouting lips and flushed cheeks and lust-clouded eyes.
The younger boy is naturally pretty, but like this, he’s radiant.
Massu strokes him, slow but sure, and Tegoshi’s breath hitches, eyelids fluttering, and then his tongue is poking out to run along his lower lip slowly, tantalizing. Massu watches for a moment, utterly enthralled, and Tegoshi catches him, smirks arrogantly, slides his hands up the older man’s backside until he can hook his fingers into Massu’s belt loops.
“Gonna unwrap your present, then, birthday boy?” He teases, rocks his hips just so and Massu moans, deep and low in his throat.
“Fuck yes,” He hisses, and leans down to do just that.