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writetomyheart2012-09-07 04:43 am
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[TEAM 2] Sex on the Beach
This, in all honesty, is just because: 1) Yokofuji beach porn, 2)![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
noella84's shiritori fic before mine, and 3) a few of us on Twitter have agreed that Taisuke checks out sex tips on the internet *cough* cosmo *cough*
The sunset is a brilliant splash of colour across the darkening sky, a perfect, round yellow circle amidst patches of pale purple and orange and deep, blood red. Yokoo watches distractedly as the sun dips lower and lower, and then suddenly it sinks below the calm ocean horizon.
"Hey, quit looking away," Fujigaya suddenly pouts, hooking his hands behinds Yokoo's neck to pull him back down onto the mat.
Yokoo raises an eyebrow in amusement. "You're jealous of a sunset, Taisuke?"
Fujigaya somehow manages to look hurt even at that, but he leans up on his elbows to lightly kiss Yokoo on the lips. "You're supposed to looking at me, remember," he says.
"Okay, okay," Yokoo laughs, supporting himself on one hand, the other hand cupping Fujigaya's face, thumb stroking soothing circles along his cheek, and Fujigaya gradually relaxes. When Fujigaya's placated enough, Yokoo leans down to reward him with a gentle kiss.
"Have you ever thought," Yokoo says after that, "About what Johnny-san would say if the paparazzi ever managed to get a photo of us making out on the beach?”
“Normal people have sex on the beach all the time,” Fujigaya sniffs, and Yokoo spares a fleeting moment to wonder if Fujigaya’s been checking out sex tips online again. “It’ll be good publicity, anyway. Besides, Tama-chan and Miyacchi have done it too, you know.”
Yokoo chokes as he processes that little bit of information. “How did you know?” he asks cautiously, not too sure if he really wants to hear the answer. “Were you actually watching?”
“Kitamitsu told me,” Fujigaya says, shrugging as though it’s a matter of no importance at all. “And Miyacchi told him. Remember the yukata photoshoot by the beach? Apparently they snuck away and… You know.’
“Tama-chan is going to kill Miyata for telling,” Yokoo says, slightly awed. “And Mitsu and us both.”
“Who cares what Tama thinks,” Fujigaya says. “Come on, Watta.” He raises his hands and places them on Yokoo’s hips. “Fuck me.”
“Impatient as always, huh,” Yokoo murmurs, but he acquiesces, leaning back down to nip at Fujigaya’s ear. One hand moves to palm at Fujigaya’s cock, but when Fujigaya arches up into his touch, Yokoo swiftly holds him down with his free hand.
“Tease,” Fujigaya scowls, trying to squirm away, but Yokoo gently nudges him in the side with a knee.
“No, you’re moving too much,” Yokoo explains with all the humour of a wet bath towel. “You’re going to get sand all over us. The beach mat you packed is too small.”
dancerdreams2 you're up! :D/
noella84's shiritori fic before mine, and 3) a few of us on Twitter have agreed that Taisuke checks out sex tips on the internet *cough* cosmo *cough*The sunset is a brilliant splash of colour across the darkening sky, a perfect, round yellow circle amidst patches of pale purple and orange and deep, blood red. Yokoo watches distractedly as the sun dips lower and lower, and then suddenly it sinks below the calm ocean horizon.
"Hey, quit looking away," Fujigaya suddenly pouts, hooking his hands behinds Yokoo's neck to pull him back down onto the mat.
Yokoo raises an eyebrow in amusement. "You're jealous of a sunset, Taisuke?"
Fujigaya somehow manages to look hurt even at that, but he leans up on his elbows to lightly kiss Yokoo on the lips. "You're supposed to looking at me, remember," he says.
"Okay, okay," Yokoo laughs, supporting himself on one hand, the other hand cupping Fujigaya's face, thumb stroking soothing circles along his cheek, and Fujigaya gradually relaxes. When Fujigaya's placated enough, Yokoo leans down to reward him with a gentle kiss.
"Have you ever thought," Yokoo says after that, "About what Johnny-san would say if the paparazzi ever managed to get a photo of us making out on the beach?”
“Normal people have sex on the beach all the time,” Fujigaya sniffs, and Yokoo spares a fleeting moment to wonder if Fujigaya’s been checking out sex tips online again. “It’ll be good publicity, anyway. Besides, Tama-chan and Miyacchi have done it too, you know.”
Yokoo chokes as he processes that little bit of information. “How did you know?” he asks cautiously, not too sure if he really wants to hear the answer. “Were you actually watching?”
“Kitamitsu told me,” Fujigaya says, shrugging as though it’s a matter of no importance at all. “And Miyacchi told him. Remember the yukata photoshoot by the beach? Apparently they snuck away and… You know.’
“Tama-chan is going to kill Miyata for telling,” Yokoo says, slightly awed. “And Mitsu and us both.”
“Who cares what Tama thinks,” Fujigaya says. “Come on, Watta.” He raises his hands and places them on Yokoo’s hips. “Fuck me.”
“Impatient as always, huh,” Yokoo murmurs, but he acquiesces, leaning back down to nip at Fujigaya’s ear. One hand moves to palm at Fujigaya’s cock, but when Fujigaya arches up into his touch, Yokoo swiftly holds him down with his free hand.
“Tease,” Fujigaya scowls, trying to squirm away, but Yokoo gently nudges him in the side with a knee.
“No, you’re moving too much,” Yokoo explains with all the humour of a wet bath towel. “You’re going to get sand all over us. The beach mat you packed is too small.”
dancerdreams2 you're up! :D/