[FIC] NewS - The Glasses Fic
Title: The Glasses Fic (Or, why ppl should not enable Cici in writing porn.)
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: NC-17 (PORN)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: PWP. Tego in glasses kind of drives Massu crazy. Sexing ensues.
A/N: This is Misa's fault, and is therefore dedicated to her and Cait, because they rock as writing buddies♥♥ This fic is also doubling as my big old THANK YOU post to the members of my community, as it recently passed 80+ members (=^.^=)v Thanks so much to everyone who's joined. Kindly looked over by wagahaiwaneko , thank you dear! Enjoy the porn!
Tegoshi supposes that this is why he doesn’t wear his real glasses - the ones that he actually has to wear to see - out in public very often.
“Massu!” He squeaks, surprised, as he’s pushed up against the bathroom door, tripping over his own feet and nearly losing his balance. Masuda has him by the hips, lips against his neck, fingers sliding under his shirt, and it’s all so fast that it’s a little bit disorienting. “What the hell?”
Masuda’s response is muffled, unintelligible, but Tegoshi is pretty sure he catches the word “glasses” in there somewhere, and kind of wants to groan. Because seriously, not again.
It isn’t often that Masuda is forceful; Tegoshi is usually the one who makes the first move, while the older man dances around the subject shyly until he’s backed into a corner. But then, it isn’t too often that Masuda spends a good half hour staring at him during lunch, practically drooling (for once not over the food), before dragging him to the bathroom. Tegoshi doesn’t mind it, really; it’s nice to switch things up occasionally, and he thinks it’s kind of hot when Masuda gets controlling, as rare as it is.
But still. The bathroom?
“At least lock the door!” he protests, yelping in surprise when a hand glides up his shirt, pinches a nipple teasingly for a moment while Masuda trails kisses along his jaw line. He squirms as Masuda’s other hand dips down the front of his pants. “Massu, I’m serious. I don’t want someone walking in on-oh my god.”
His complaints trail off into a heavy, lewd sounding moan, hips bucking as Masuda’s fingers curl around his half-hard cock, stroke the underside in that way that Masuda knows drives him crazy. The bliss of the moment only lasts as long as it takes Tegoshi to attempt to throw his head back a little too forcefully, colliding with the door hard and tearing him out of what had been a very nice moment.
“AUGH! Ow owowow!” Jerking forward, he goes to cradle the sore spot.
Masuda laughs, removes his hands from where they were teasing the younger to reach up gingerly touch the crown of Tegoshi’s head, checking for damage. “Sorry,” he mumbles, flushing a bit as his mind catches up with him, embarrassed at his own actions. “Are you…?”
“It’s fine,” Tegoshi waves him off, squirms a bit in discomfort as he realizes his pants are a little bit too tight at the moment. “Now where were we…?” Reaching up, he goes to curl his fingers into Masuda’s hair, tries to pull him down for a kiss.
Masuda is reluctant, returns the kiss, but it’s chaste, closed mouthed and not at all impressive. “Yuya…” he says when the younger of the two pulls back, pouting. “…we’re in a bathroom.” He looks awkward and nervous, suddenly unsure of himself, very unlike the way he’d been seconds earlier, lost in the moment and eager to take what he wanted.
Tegoshi kind of wants to hit him with something heavy.
“Taka,” he says, very seriously. “You just dragged me in here and molested me against a bathroom door. If you don’t finish what you started, you will be sleeping on the couch for the next month.” As if to further prove his point, he gives his hips a roll, eliciting a tiny whimper from the older man. When it looks like Masuda is still a little bit reluctant, Tegoshi adds the cherry on top, reaches up to push his glasses a little bit higher on his nose so that they don’t slip off.
That seems to do it.
“Oh god,” Masuda tips forward, embarrassment pushed to the back burner in favor of returning his lips to Tegoshi’s neck and his hands to his hips. “You’re so mean,” he whines, but Tegoshi can tell he doesn’t mean in, so instead of responding, the younger man just rolls his eyes and brings attention back to the fact that he is very interested in getting fucked against this door, thank you, and Masuda kind of needs to do something about it now.
He wriggles a hand free, reaches down to work on the older man’s belt, but Masuda catches it before he can make any progress, pins it back against the door and suckles lightly on Tegoshi’s pulse point. “Impatient,” Masuda chides, smiling against the younger’s skin. Tegoshi whines unhappily; Masuda’s so close, every touch is a little bit like fire, and it all goes straight to his groin. He kind of wants attention, now. Masuda tsks at him, but obliges after a moment, sliding his hand back down the front of the younger man’s pants, earning a drawn-out gasp.
“Yes,” Tegoshi hisses, eyes sliding half-closed. Masuda gives him a slow smile, the slightly nervous, unsure one that Tegoshi has always found so endearing, looking like he has no idea what he’s doing, even if his hands are proving him wrong.
Tegoshi makes a soft noise, clearly pleased with the way the older is moving his fingers, slow and unhurried, maybe lingering a little too long, but still, it feels pretty fucking amazing. Masuda’s smile widens as he watches, and Tegoshi laughs at the expression, because Masuda has always kind of gotten off on watching the younger man when they’re in the middle of it all, likes to drink in Tegoshi’s expressions as they rise and fall. The younger man is just opening his mouth to tease his partner about being a voyeur when Masuda does something that makes him moan loud and hard, knees buckling and body quaking.
“Massu,” the younger man breathes out shakily, pleading softly. “Please…”
He’s starting to unravel, just a bit, and it’s an amazing thing to see, something that Masuda apparently never gets tired of. Leaning down, he presses a kiss to the younger’s collarbone, swipes a finger along the hollow where sweat is beginning to pool. Tegoshi makes a tiny noise in the back of his throat, and Masuda smiles, reluctantly removes his hand. “Wait,” he says softly, voice a little bit raw, and Tegoshi lets out a small whimper at the sound of it. “Just a minute,”
He pulls away, hesitates for a moment to make sure that Tegoshi isn’t just going to topple over the second he’s gone, and then he makes a beeline for the sinks, nearly stumbles over himself in the process. Tegoshi’s eyes drift shut, one hand drifting down to pick up where Masuda left off, stroking himself slow and easy, but in the background he hears the sound of the soap pump, and a few seconds later he feels Masuda’s return.
A kiss is pressed to his cheek, then his lips, and Tegoshi smiles, lets it deepen for as long as he can stand.
Which isn’t long.
He breaks away first, panting softly, cheeks flushed, and laughs to himself when he feels Masuda clumsily fumble with the zipper on his jeans, trying to pull it down with one hand. Tegoshi takes pity on him, does it for him, and then takes it a step farther, bunching the fabric up and then pushing it down to his knees, revealing nothing but bare skin beneath. Masuda lets out a sharp breath at the sight, and Tegoshi gives him a smug little smirk, pleased that he can still surprise his older lover, even in such a small way as not wearing underwear.
Masuda, however, doesn’t seem to mind.
“You…” he mumbles, fingers Tegoshi’s hips, nudges him until he turns around. Tegoshi hears the sound of Masuda working off his own belt an instant later, and kind of wishes he could see it. A second later and the older of the two has pressed himself against Tegoshi’s back, one arm wrapped around his waist, lips against his shoulder. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Tegoshi smirks, opens his mouth to give a smart reply, but it breaks off into a harsh gasp when he feels the first slicked finger breach his entrance, his entire body shaking at the sudden intrusion. Masuda gives him a moment to adjust before adding a second, and then grins against his shoulder in a triumphant sort of way.
“Weren’t you going to say something?” he teases, curling his fingers just so and earning a cry of pleasure from the slightly smaller man.
The response he gets is strangled, barely Japanese at all, and it makes him just a little bit proud. After all, not everyone can claim to have been able to render Tegoshi Yuya speechless.
But as much as he wants to draw it out a little longer - because, if he’s completely honest, the foreplay is kind of his favorite part - Masuda is really just as eager as Tegoshi, and after a few slow moments of careful preparation, really can’t wait any longer. He removes his fingers, smiles when Tegoshi whines at the loss, presses a kiss to the back of the younger’s neck.
Tegoshi has been through this song and dance enough times to know what’s coming next, squirms a bit in anticipation, dangerously close to threatening Masuda with bodily harm if he doesn’t just hurry the fuck up. And then there are hands on his hips, holding him steady, and then, an instant later, Masuda is pressing in, and there’s a sharp burn weaving up his spine.
He bites his lip, struggles not to cry out, because he always, always hates the pain that comes with that first thrust. But Masuda is good at distracting him from it, deft fingers wrapping around his cock and adding sparks of pleasure to the mix, lips pressed against his neck, murmuring soft sweet nothings that always make Tegoshi feel ridiculously elated to hear. Masuda always does this; cradles him through the first few moments, holds him close and waits patiently until the pain has eased down to a dull, bearable ache.
It’s only when Tegoshi grows impatient, presses back against him and mumbles that he’s okay, that he’s ready, that Masuda actually starts to move.
They fall into a natural rhythm almost immediately, not too fast but quicker than usual. They’re both a little too eager, already teetering on the edge after all the foreplay, and neither is in the mood to be particularly patient.
Or quiet, for that matter.
Tegoshi’s moans are loud and unhindered, breaking into sharp cries every time Masuda manages to brush against his sweet spot, which is understandably often, given how much practice he’s had. And for a short while, that’s the only sound exchanged between them; skin slapping against skin, moans of deep pleasure, and Masuda’s occasional grunt. The sound echoes off the tile, and Tegoshi, a little bit too far gone to really be thinking in his right mind, thinks that it’s really kind of awesome, likes the way his voice swells and falls as Masuda drives into him, never too hard but enough that it’s pretty damn satisfying.
They’re going to have to do this again some time, he decides, right before Masuda brushes him there again, completely derailing his thoughts.
One more thrust is all it takes, and then he’s gone, coming hard with a shout. He whites out for a moment, his entire body quaking in the aftermath, and only comes back when he feels Masuda’s hold on his waist tighten, the older man nearly freezing in place, and then he’s following Tegoshi, holding the smaller of the two tight against him through out it.
When he comes back to himself, he finds Tegoshi trembling under his weight, and with a heavy sigh, Masuda pulls out, grimacing when Tegoshi whimpers very softly at the sensation.
There’s a quiet, awkward moment while the two of them clean up, the both of them sluggish and slow about it. And then he finds a wall to lean against, tugging Tegoshi with him the whole way, slides down and pulls the younger into his lap, nuzzles at his shoulder in the post-coital haze, perfectly content to sit there on the bathroom floor and cuddle.
The thought makes Tegoshi laugh.
“So,” he says, oddly conversational. “I take it you like my new frames.” He reaches up and removes the glasses in question - they’re so fogged up by this point that it’s kind of pointless to wear them, anyway - smiling as Masuda lets out a tiny, embarrassed sound and hides his face against Tegoshi’s shoulder bashfully.
“Why’d you wear them?” The older man whines. “You know what they do to me.” He pouts when Tegoshi just laughs at his plight. “Yuya, people heard us having sex! Public sex!” He sounds so earnestly mortified by this thought that Tegoshi can’t help but feel a little bit bad.
Patting his knee, the younger of the two snuggles a bit closer. “That’s okay,” he assures. “We can just wait here until they leave, see?”
Masuda is not convinced. “What if they don’t?”
Tegoshi actually snorts at that, because really, what is Masuda expecting? That every person in the café that they’d been having lunch at is standing outside the door, waiting for them to come out so they can laugh at them?
…well, okay, that is kind of an embarrassing thought.
Tegoshi sighs, twists in Masuda’s arms so that he can rest his cheek against the older’s shoulder. “Well… there’s always the window.”
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A/N: I am ridiculously embarrassed to have written this, but also insanely giddy that I actually managed it XD Again, thanks to Misa for being so supportive and, um... forcing me to finish. And to Cait, because her porn fics kind of inspired this XD Kind of. Love you both!!
Peace♥
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: NC-17 (PORN)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: PWP. Tego in glasses kind of drives Massu crazy. Sexing ensues.
A/N: This is Misa's fault, and is therefore dedicated to her and Cait, because they rock as writing buddies♥♥ This fic is also doubling as my big old THANK YOU post to the members of my community, as it recently passed 80+ members (=^.^=)v Thanks so much to everyone who's joined. Kindly looked over by wagahaiwaneko , thank you dear! Enjoy the porn!
Tegoshi supposes that this is why he doesn’t wear his real glasses - the ones that he actually has to wear to see - out in public very often.
“Massu!” He squeaks, surprised, as he’s pushed up against the bathroom door, tripping over his own feet and nearly losing his balance. Masuda has him by the hips, lips against his neck, fingers sliding under his shirt, and it’s all so fast that it’s a little bit disorienting. “What the hell?”
Masuda’s response is muffled, unintelligible, but Tegoshi is pretty sure he catches the word “glasses” in there somewhere, and kind of wants to groan. Because seriously, not again.
It isn’t often that Masuda is forceful; Tegoshi is usually the one who makes the first move, while the older man dances around the subject shyly until he’s backed into a corner. But then, it isn’t too often that Masuda spends a good half hour staring at him during lunch, practically drooling (for once not over the food), before dragging him to the bathroom. Tegoshi doesn’t mind it, really; it’s nice to switch things up occasionally, and he thinks it’s kind of hot when Masuda gets controlling, as rare as it is.
But still. The bathroom?
“At least lock the door!” he protests, yelping in surprise when a hand glides up his shirt, pinches a nipple teasingly for a moment while Masuda trails kisses along his jaw line. He squirms as Masuda’s other hand dips down the front of his pants. “Massu, I’m serious. I don’t want someone walking in on-oh my god.”
His complaints trail off into a heavy, lewd sounding moan, hips bucking as Masuda’s fingers curl around his half-hard cock, stroke the underside in that way that Masuda knows drives him crazy. The bliss of the moment only lasts as long as it takes Tegoshi to attempt to throw his head back a little too forcefully, colliding with the door hard and tearing him out of what had been a very nice moment.
“AUGH! Ow owowow!” Jerking forward, he goes to cradle the sore spot.
Masuda laughs, removes his hands from where they were teasing the younger to reach up gingerly touch the crown of Tegoshi’s head, checking for damage. “Sorry,” he mumbles, flushing a bit as his mind catches up with him, embarrassed at his own actions. “Are you…?”
“It’s fine,” Tegoshi waves him off, squirms a bit in discomfort as he realizes his pants are a little bit too tight at the moment. “Now where were we…?” Reaching up, he goes to curl his fingers into Masuda’s hair, tries to pull him down for a kiss.
Masuda is reluctant, returns the kiss, but it’s chaste, closed mouthed and not at all impressive. “Yuya…” he says when the younger of the two pulls back, pouting. “…we’re in a bathroom.” He looks awkward and nervous, suddenly unsure of himself, very unlike the way he’d been seconds earlier, lost in the moment and eager to take what he wanted.
Tegoshi kind of wants to hit him with something heavy.
“Taka,” he says, very seriously. “You just dragged me in here and molested me against a bathroom door. If you don’t finish what you started, you will be sleeping on the couch for the next month.” As if to further prove his point, he gives his hips a roll, eliciting a tiny whimper from the older man. When it looks like Masuda is still a little bit reluctant, Tegoshi adds the cherry on top, reaches up to push his glasses a little bit higher on his nose so that they don’t slip off.
That seems to do it.
“Oh god,” Masuda tips forward, embarrassment pushed to the back burner in favor of returning his lips to Tegoshi’s neck and his hands to his hips. “You’re so mean,” he whines, but Tegoshi can tell he doesn’t mean in, so instead of responding, the younger man just rolls his eyes and brings attention back to the fact that he is very interested in getting fucked against this door, thank you, and Masuda kind of needs to do something about it now.
He wriggles a hand free, reaches down to work on the older man’s belt, but Masuda catches it before he can make any progress, pins it back against the door and suckles lightly on Tegoshi’s pulse point. “Impatient,” Masuda chides, smiling against the younger’s skin. Tegoshi whines unhappily; Masuda’s so close, every touch is a little bit like fire, and it all goes straight to his groin. He kind of wants attention, now. Masuda tsks at him, but obliges after a moment, sliding his hand back down the front of the younger man’s pants, earning a drawn-out gasp.
“Yes,” Tegoshi hisses, eyes sliding half-closed. Masuda gives him a slow smile, the slightly nervous, unsure one that Tegoshi has always found so endearing, looking like he has no idea what he’s doing, even if his hands are proving him wrong.
Tegoshi makes a soft noise, clearly pleased with the way the older is moving his fingers, slow and unhurried, maybe lingering a little too long, but still, it feels pretty fucking amazing. Masuda’s smile widens as he watches, and Tegoshi laughs at the expression, because Masuda has always kind of gotten off on watching the younger man when they’re in the middle of it all, likes to drink in Tegoshi’s expressions as they rise and fall. The younger man is just opening his mouth to tease his partner about being a voyeur when Masuda does something that makes him moan loud and hard, knees buckling and body quaking.
“Massu,” the younger man breathes out shakily, pleading softly. “Please…”
He’s starting to unravel, just a bit, and it’s an amazing thing to see, something that Masuda apparently never gets tired of. Leaning down, he presses a kiss to the younger’s collarbone, swipes a finger along the hollow where sweat is beginning to pool. Tegoshi makes a tiny noise in the back of his throat, and Masuda smiles, reluctantly removes his hand. “Wait,” he says softly, voice a little bit raw, and Tegoshi lets out a small whimper at the sound of it. “Just a minute,”
He pulls away, hesitates for a moment to make sure that Tegoshi isn’t just going to topple over the second he’s gone, and then he makes a beeline for the sinks, nearly stumbles over himself in the process. Tegoshi’s eyes drift shut, one hand drifting down to pick up where Masuda left off, stroking himself slow and easy, but in the background he hears the sound of the soap pump, and a few seconds later he feels Masuda’s return.
A kiss is pressed to his cheek, then his lips, and Tegoshi smiles, lets it deepen for as long as he can stand.
Which isn’t long.
He breaks away first, panting softly, cheeks flushed, and laughs to himself when he feels Masuda clumsily fumble with the zipper on his jeans, trying to pull it down with one hand. Tegoshi takes pity on him, does it for him, and then takes it a step farther, bunching the fabric up and then pushing it down to his knees, revealing nothing but bare skin beneath. Masuda lets out a sharp breath at the sight, and Tegoshi gives him a smug little smirk, pleased that he can still surprise his older lover, even in such a small way as not wearing underwear.
Masuda, however, doesn’t seem to mind.
“You…” he mumbles, fingers Tegoshi’s hips, nudges him until he turns around. Tegoshi hears the sound of Masuda working off his own belt an instant later, and kind of wishes he could see it. A second later and the older of the two has pressed himself against Tegoshi’s back, one arm wrapped around his waist, lips against his shoulder. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Tegoshi smirks, opens his mouth to give a smart reply, but it breaks off into a harsh gasp when he feels the first slicked finger breach his entrance, his entire body shaking at the sudden intrusion. Masuda gives him a moment to adjust before adding a second, and then grins against his shoulder in a triumphant sort of way.
“Weren’t you going to say something?” he teases, curling his fingers just so and earning a cry of pleasure from the slightly smaller man.
The response he gets is strangled, barely Japanese at all, and it makes him just a little bit proud. After all, not everyone can claim to have been able to render Tegoshi Yuya speechless.
But as much as he wants to draw it out a little longer - because, if he’s completely honest, the foreplay is kind of his favorite part - Masuda is really just as eager as Tegoshi, and after a few slow moments of careful preparation, really can’t wait any longer. He removes his fingers, smiles when Tegoshi whines at the loss, presses a kiss to the back of the younger’s neck.
Tegoshi has been through this song and dance enough times to know what’s coming next, squirms a bit in anticipation, dangerously close to threatening Masuda with bodily harm if he doesn’t just hurry the fuck up. And then there are hands on his hips, holding him steady, and then, an instant later, Masuda is pressing in, and there’s a sharp burn weaving up his spine.
He bites his lip, struggles not to cry out, because he always, always hates the pain that comes with that first thrust. But Masuda is good at distracting him from it, deft fingers wrapping around his cock and adding sparks of pleasure to the mix, lips pressed against his neck, murmuring soft sweet nothings that always make Tegoshi feel ridiculously elated to hear. Masuda always does this; cradles him through the first few moments, holds him close and waits patiently until the pain has eased down to a dull, bearable ache.
It’s only when Tegoshi grows impatient, presses back against him and mumbles that he’s okay, that he’s ready, that Masuda actually starts to move.
They fall into a natural rhythm almost immediately, not too fast but quicker than usual. They’re both a little too eager, already teetering on the edge after all the foreplay, and neither is in the mood to be particularly patient.
Or quiet, for that matter.
Tegoshi’s moans are loud and unhindered, breaking into sharp cries every time Masuda manages to brush against his sweet spot, which is understandably often, given how much practice he’s had. And for a short while, that’s the only sound exchanged between them; skin slapping against skin, moans of deep pleasure, and Masuda’s occasional grunt. The sound echoes off the tile, and Tegoshi, a little bit too far gone to really be thinking in his right mind, thinks that it’s really kind of awesome, likes the way his voice swells and falls as Masuda drives into him, never too hard but enough that it’s pretty damn satisfying.
They’re going to have to do this again some time, he decides, right before Masuda brushes him there again, completely derailing his thoughts.
One more thrust is all it takes, and then he’s gone, coming hard with a shout. He whites out for a moment, his entire body quaking in the aftermath, and only comes back when he feels Masuda’s hold on his waist tighten, the older man nearly freezing in place, and then he’s following Tegoshi, holding the smaller of the two tight against him through out it.
When he comes back to himself, he finds Tegoshi trembling under his weight, and with a heavy sigh, Masuda pulls out, grimacing when Tegoshi whimpers very softly at the sensation.
There’s a quiet, awkward moment while the two of them clean up, the both of them sluggish and slow about it. And then he finds a wall to lean against, tugging Tegoshi with him the whole way, slides down and pulls the younger into his lap, nuzzles at his shoulder in the post-coital haze, perfectly content to sit there on the bathroom floor and cuddle.
The thought makes Tegoshi laugh.
“So,” he says, oddly conversational. “I take it you like my new frames.” He reaches up and removes the glasses in question - they’re so fogged up by this point that it’s kind of pointless to wear them, anyway - smiling as Masuda lets out a tiny, embarrassed sound and hides his face against Tegoshi’s shoulder bashfully.
“Why’d you wear them?” The older man whines. “You know what they do to me.” He pouts when Tegoshi just laughs at his plight. “Yuya, people heard us having sex! Public sex!” He sounds so earnestly mortified by this thought that Tegoshi can’t help but feel a little bit bad.
Patting his knee, the younger of the two snuggles a bit closer. “That’s okay,” he assures. “We can just wait here until they leave, see?”
Masuda is not convinced. “What if they don’t?”
Tegoshi actually snorts at that, because really, what is Masuda expecting? That every person in the café that they’d been having lunch at is standing outside the door, waiting for them to come out so they can laugh at them?
…well, okay, that is kind of an embarrassing thought.
Tegoshi sighs, twists in Masuda’s arms so that he can rest his cheek against the older’s shoulder. “Well… there’s always the window.”
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A/N: I am ridiculously embarrassed to have written this, but also insanely giddy that I actually managed it XD Again, thanks to Misa for being so supportive and, um... forcing me to finish. And to Cait, because her porn fics kind of inspired this XD Kind of. Love you both!!
Peace♥