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03 January 2009 @ 02:09 pm
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Title: Just a little off the top please
Pairing: YamaPi/Massu + Jin/Nakamaru
Summary: Changing hairstlyes is like changing your whole life; or sex life.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: For several people who can probably guess who they are

--How do I look?
Baby tell me-- Namie Amuro - New Look

Palms flat against the cold metal wall of the bathroom stall Massu let out a sound, that was distressingly close to a whine, vibrating from deep in his throat. He felt like a soda-pop all shaken up and YamaPi was just toying with him, making him fizz up harder then ever before and ready to explode all over.

The analogies were getting a bit tangled in his head but it was getting so damn hard to think.

A large hand cupped his chin tilting his head back so he was pressed against YamaPi’s chest completely, the other man’s hips pressing against his ass, grinding slowly like they had all the time in the world. He was trying not to claw at the wall because when his nails scraped the metal the sound hurt and made his fingers tingle, instead all he could do is tense and relax, rocking and swaying to YamaPi’s unstoppable beat.

“You’re energetic today.” YamaPi’s breath caused gooseflesh to crawl across his skin in it’s wake the short hairs on the back of his neck shivering erect. Hell the soft cotton of his shirt sliding across his nipples is enough to have him squirming; YamaPi’s hand in his pants is almost too much.

Slick fingers rub across the head of his cock and he groaned, wanting to toss his head, but YamaPi’s face is right there, and he can’t do anything but endure it.

Massu is so hot, it’s like rubbing against a furnace, every place they are touching feels like it’s going to combust. He’s practically vibrating this morning, and YamaPi really wonders how long he can keep hold of him. Something must be different. He can’t help the sharp gasp when Massu writhes using the wall as leverage to rub against YamaPi’s cock, the silk of his boxers nothing like the silken feeling of sinking into his hot little boyfriend.

“Please.” Massu’s teeth are grit, and he’s close already.

“What?” Voice breathy already.

“Ah, fuck.” It made him shiver harder, and YamaPi pushed harder, pressing the smaller man against the wall firmly.

“Is it… this?” Massu’s concentrating on keeping his breathing even, on the way he can feel sweat beginning to gather along his hairline. Then YamaPi bit down and it’s a million times better then when he was breathing. It’s unstoppable; Massu almost sobs as he comes all over YamaPi’s hand instantly. He’s still shaking, YamaPi’s face pressed to his hair, squishing him against the older man’s chest.

“Sorry.” His voice is thick, slow.

“It’s okay.” He’s got to be doing it on purpose, breathing hotly against his ear, making his voice a rumble that Massu can feel through his whole body. His dick pulsed faintly trying to get hard again even as his knees gave way, YamaPi having to hold him up so they don’t both tumble to the ground.

“Oh god. Stop.”

He’s not going to survive it. YamaPi could only laugh.


“Ah, suck it harder dammit.” His voice sounded strained, like it did sometimes when he tried to go too high.

Originally Maru followed Jin because the other man wanted feedback on a new song he was writing. Of course it was totally plausible that ‘suck it harder dammit’ were the lyrics of said song, he wondered a bit about it. As soon as he was through the frame Jin grabbed two fistfuls of his beige sweater-vest and used Maru’s weight to close the door with a resounding slam. He kissed like he danced, a mix of sensual and violent, pressing his tongue into Maru’s mouth like he wanted to lick everywhere at once and devour him alive.

The guitar calluses on Jin’s fingers caught on the soft material of his cardigan, the other man slipping his hands around to dig his fingers into the sparse muscle of his ass and pull them closer together. It wasn’t too long before Jin was pushing him to his knees and Maru’s heart was fluttering wildly against his breastbone, mouth flooding with saliva in anticipation.

It’s actually sort of funny, the way Jin’s hands slip through his hair, and a little painful when he does get the longer bits snagged in his clammy palms. The younger man was making frustrated noises, low growls peppered with filthy curses. He’s got one hand wrapped around the base of the other man’s cock, pressing wet kisses along it’s length, stabbing his tongue softly around his balls because Jin whines like he’s in pain when Maru does. The other hand is curled into the material of Jin’s pants, using it to balance himself.

He hummed, curling his tongue and pressing it against the sensitive spot just under the head and listened to the dull thump of Jin’s head bouncing off the wall. This was always gratifying in ways that spreading his legs and getting fucked wasn’t. Suckling softly on only the tip, the fingers tried to tug at his hair again, the strands not long enough to wrap around in Jin’s fingers any more.

He lifted up on his knees a little, letting a bit more slide past his lips, the blunt head hitting the back of his throat. Jin spits out curses from between clenched teeth chin pressed to his chest so he could watch Maru. It’s one of the few things he got to gloat about so Maru takes him in a little deeper.

Fingers digging in behind his ears the other curving around his jaw, his eyes widen meeting Jin’s the younger man smirking faintly. He used the grip to hold Maru’s head still, so he could thrust against the back of his throat, its not quite painful, but it made his eyes water, lashes catching the moisture.

“Ah, fuck.” Jin swore from between gritted teeth, something like bliss painting his sharp features. The first salty burst hit his tongue thick and bitter, Jin’s grip sliding from his chin until he was pumping himself through his orgasm, pulling back just enough so that the next strand landed across his lips, the hot tip pressing against his cheek, Jin’s wrist bumping against it faintly.

“Jerk.” Maru rasped, voice thick with abuse.

“You like it.” Jin grinned, running his thumb across Maru’s puffy bottom lip, smearing around the sticky mess until it coated his whole mouth like clown paint. “You’re all pretty now.”

Title: Life is like a highway
Pairing: Koichi/Tsuyoshi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zero to 60 in 4.3
Notes: For more people who hopefully know who they are

--Speed on up, take it to the limit
Only live once, live it fast for a minute-- Hinder - Take it to the limit

It’s been a long time between them and he really isn't getting any younger, but Tsuyoshi can still get him going from zero to sixty in four-point three with only minimal effort. Like a well-tuned classic, engine a low purring rumble.

They don’t really have time for this, Koichi grabbing him by the undone sides of his plain white button-down pulling him forward, hips bumping together. Automatically Tsuyoshi’s hands come up to grip his shoulders and stop them from crashing face first into each other. Sliding Koichi’s hand up his chest, up his neck, the shortest part of his hair tickling the palms of his hand, knocking that dumb hat from his head so he could try and grip the short black hair.

“This is a bad place.” He says, but he’s spreading his legs so Koichi can push one between them, already getting hard against his hip, bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.

“Then you shouldn’t have teased me.” Koichi nipped lightly on the line of his jaw, breathing in the clean soapy smell of the other man. “You know I won’t stop.”

“I know.”

He was a little rough with the other man’s belt buckle, jerking his hips forward as he tugged on it, Tsuyoshi bending his back and using Koichi to hold his weight. Even his moans are musical, deep and from deep inside his chest and it made Koichi burn, internal combustion engine revving up. Letting his knuckled rub across his cock through the thin material of his grey pants. It twitched faintly under his gaze, reacting to him more honestly then Tsuyoshi’s face ever did.

He’s gaining speed shifting up through the gears, and at this point the breaks have given out and he’s lost control. Even if someone walked in, he probably wouldn’t stop, and Tsuyoshi probably wouldn’t bother to push him away.

He shoved Tsuyoshi’s pants to his knees, hooking his fingers in his baby-pink briefs and tugging them down, ignoring the small sound of ripped stitching.

“Ah, fuck.” Tsuyoshi’s flushed, pink over his milky-pale skin spilling swiftly down his neck and making his ears hot.

He pushed, a smirk playing on his lips as Tsuyoshi pin-wheeled, legs caught fast around his knees and he’s going down, bouncing lightly when he hit the couch and landing half sprawled against the material. He’s pushing 120 km/h, and Tsuyoshi’s licking his lips staring at him with dark eyes, inviting him to go higher, faster and faster still.

“Stop staring.” Tsuyoshi looked away, trying to kick off his boots so he can free his legs. He got one off by the time Koichi had managed to shove his own pants down past the sharp jut of his hips, it’s all the room he needs.

“Why?” He smirked, snatching a pillow and kneeling down in front of the couch. Running his hand up the lines of the other man’s legs, one freed from his pants, the other still stuck in it, but Koichi doesn’t really mind. He’s not going to break for anything, leaning down over the other man and sticking his face in the short strands of hair, painted nails gripping his shoulders lightly. “I miss your hair.”

“You hated my hair.” Tsuyoshi groaned, fitting a hand down in between them to wrap lightly around their cocks, pressing them together so that each time Koichi shifted the head of Tsuyoshi’s dick rubbed against the sensitive underside making shivers race down his spine.

“You know I can’t hate anything about you baby.”

Tsuyoshi doesn’t comment but that might have more to do with the way Koichi is pressing the tip of his finger against him, rubbing in tiny circles making his hips jerk. Automatically he lifted his legs up, trying to get them to catch the edge of the couch. They haven’t seen each other for awhile, let alone have time for this sort of thing, and he really should have been more gentle but it’s not like Tsuyoshi was complaining, in fact he’s moaning softly, arching his back a little so that his finger slips in deeper. It’s hot and tight and everything he thinks about at night.

Pressing his lips to Tsuyoshi’s mouth, licking away the tiny moans, and groans that moving his fingers rips from his throat. He’d always liked Tsuyoshi’s singing, likes it even more when he can force sounds from him, soft or loud, as long as it’s his voice, a perfect harmony to his tempo. Pressing two in harder and it’s louder, a long almost whine as his legs twitch, one slipping from the couch and curling around his ribs, heel pressing against his spine. Sloppy kisses, breathing hard through his nose eyes dark and demanding.

“Come on.” Tsuyoshi mouthed against his cheek, tongue pressing against the side of his mouth, wet and warm.

“Yeah okay.”

He hooked Tsuyoshi’s leg over his shoulder, using the small space between them to roll the condom on, and spread the left-over lubricant around.

Closing his eyes and tossing his head back, he pressed forward, little pulses of his hips until he’s fully inside. It’s so hot, the feeling of having Tsuyoshi wrapped around him, gasping shallowly as he claws at the upholstery is threatening to scramble his remaining brain cells.

This is it, the straightaway; petal to the metal, tires chewing up the asphalt as he gains momentum engine working over-time. Pressing his chin to his chest he took deep steadying breaths, rotating his hips as much as the position would let him, and Tsuyoshi groaned sound vibrating from deep in his chest. There isn’t enough air in the room and his pulse is pounding in his head, Tsuyoshi is so hot every place their skin touched that it’s almost burning. Not to mention the place where it feels like Tsuyoshi is trying to swallow him whole, each band of muscle tight around his cock hugging him so perfectly inviting him deeper and deeper, and harder still.

He doesn’t need to be told to touch himself, his hand snaking between their bodies, nails scraping at Koichi’s abs lightly before he managed to get a better position. Gripping the jut of his hipbones Koichi arched his back, sitting back on his feet more and allowing him to put more force into each motion. Nails bite into his shoulder, pulling him down into a wet kiss. Tsuyoshi’s tongue pressing into his mouth, and he’s suckling it groaning around the sensation as he continues to press into his supple body.

When Tsuyoshi comes it’s never silent, back arching sharp and heel digging painfully into Koichi’s back, grinding against his ass to help push him over. Eyes glittering from narrowed lashes mouth slack and lips dark pink against his pale face; his skin flushed from pink to a dark rose. His cry was sharp, half a gasp and half a cry trailing off in a deep moan as he slicked his own stomach with sticky wetness.

He can’t help the desperate whimper, snapping his hips into the tightness helplessly. He can see the finish-line, the checkered flag waiting to drop, it’s so close he can almost taste it. Pressing Tsuyoshi’s leg higher and moving in shallow pulses that create electric sparks deep in his gut, orgasm building like a physical pressure behind his eyes and deep in his balls. Nails bite into his shoulder, pleasure pounding in his head. It just broke, rushing like fire across his skin and snapping his spine straight. He comes for what feels like forever, ecstasy blanking out his mind.

Floating hazy on the high of endorphins he nuzzled his face into Tsuyoshi’s neck, sighing contentedly.

The knock on the door doesn’t surprise either of them. “You’re needed in make-up.”

“Alright.” Tsuyoshi hollered and Koichi winced, mouth too close to his ear.

“Next time, next time we’ll do it on a bed.” He purred, pulling away so the other man can stretch his back, Tsuyoshi uncurls from the couch wincing.

“Not my bed.”
Current Music: Bennie K - SKY
wants a 大名 with a big sword: nakanishi || freedomencoded_panties on January 3rd, 2009 07:52 pm (UTC)
Cherry-chan: AiSho Kimochisnoozing_kitten on January 3rd, 2009 08:11 pm (UTC)

I miss you *___*
wants a 大名 with a big sword: junno || lovejuiceencoded_panties on January 3rd, 2009 11:40 pm (UTC)

I miss you too. so baaaaad T___________T *CLINGS*
Cherry-chansnoozing_kitten on January 4th, 2009 02:40 am (UTC)

I miiiiiiiiiiiss you so much, you go back to school soon? I've had a crazy internet-less holiday and I'm going back tonight.

You know, being distracted by porn is TOTALLY valid.
wants a 大名 with a big swordencoded_panties on January 3rd, 2009 11:41 pm (UTC)
For several people who can probably guess who they are

ryogrande on January 3rd, 2009 08:09 pm (UTC)

i pick the best parts to focus on, don't i? mostly because my brain is a glop of ALSKDJALSKJDASLKDSA KARIPORN.

i like the analogy of massu as soda-pop. very... fitting. XD
Cherry-chansnoozing_kitten on January 3rd, 2009 08:13 pm (UTC)
I bet Maru has a whole closet full of them, in varying shades of beige and cream, a few neutril green ones, you know.

=DDDD I'm glad you liked it, and you are one of the people~~~

Vixachu!myxstorie on January 4th, 2009 02:08 am (UTC)
He felt like a soda-pop all shaken up and YamaPi was just toying with him, making him fizz up harder then ever before and ready to explode all over.
That line is one of the most spectacular I've EVER read *__*

“You like it.” Jin grinned, running his thumb across Maru’s puffy bottom lip, smearing around the sticky mess until it coated his whole mouth like clown paint. “You’re all pretty now.”

I don't even have the words, my brain's turned to mush..
Cherry-chan: Nagi Shosnoozing_kitten on January 4th, 2009 02:44 am (UTC)

=DD I'm glad you liked it~!
fenlingsfenlings on January 4th, 2009 04:00 am (UTC)
Oh my GOD the KouTsu is so in character. The car metaphors are simultaneously hilarious and hot (but I think you mean pedal, not petal?). And Tsuyoshi's cock being more honest than his face is so so true. And hotness! LOVE.
Cherry-chan: Jun licksnoozing_kitten on January 4th, 2009 08:20 pm (UTC)
Yay! Thank you very much. Haha, I'm glad you enjoyed~ and thank you, I'll go change that.
スミレ: KinKi Kids 「SMASH」desecrateregret on January 4th, 2009 06:16 am (UTC)
スミレ: 剛 「sandwich」desecrateregret on January 4th, 2009 06:16 am (UTC)
p.s. i miss his hair too :
Cherry-chansnoozing_kitten on January 4th, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC)
KOICHI WOULD THINK ABOUT CARS WHILE HAVING SEX. Or I'd like to think so. Thank you~~

The world cried when he cut it, it was so pretty ;-;
Subbaholic D:: Tsuyoohmiya_sg on January 4th, 2009 06:57 pm (UTC)
KinKi Kids fic...&hearts

Cherry-chansnoozing_kitten on January 4th, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked it! =DD
trivialaffairtrivialaffair on January 4th, 2009 10:07 pm (UTC)
anamuananamuan on January 5th, 2009 09:26 am (UTC)
re: Just a little off the top please
Fuck, this was hot.
therese_chantherese_chan on January 5th, 2009 01:42 pm (UTC)
UWA! I love your fics so SOSOSO much!
Am going to comment properly when my brain is not dead. ^^;;;