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writetomyheart2015-09-01 10:03 pm
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[Team Four] Shower Gate, With You Babe
Uhm, so recently this fic happened (Snow Man OT6, PWP). And because apparently Iwamoto and Sakuma didn't get enough yet, this happened.
Fic title inspired by Ebi's song...for obvious reasons... "shower gate, with you babe, every day, every night..." ♪
Next thing he knows, there’s someone else in the shower with him. “Hikaru!” Sakuma smiles brightly. One wouldn’t know by looking at him that he’d probably burned the amount of calories one would during a full marathon in the past couple of hours. The Snow Man schedule was hard after all, starting with Shonentachi rehearsals with the six of them, then final adjustments for the last day of Takizawa Kabuki in Singapore, followed by group bonding time. Very thorough group bonding time that is.
“The small gap you left was starting to make me feel cold. Despite Shota keeping the aircon on ‘tropical island’ temperature.” Iwamoto remarks and nudges Sakuma forward a bit so he can step under the warm spray as well.
“I’m sure I can make up for that again.” Sakuma grins. “My fingers are warm right now.”
Snorting softly, Iwamoto comments, “I think your fingers aren’t the only part of you that’s warm right now? Otherwise there’d be something wrong with you. More than usual that is.”
“Oi!” Sakuma is laughing though and then gets his hands on Iwamoto’s body. He enjoys touching Iwamoto. Sometimes a little bit too much for the other’s taste but that doesn’t deter him. And he knows that secretly, Iwamoto enjoys it as well. The other has pride in his body after all, in the well defined muscles that Sakuma’s fingers are tracing right now, the almost perfect proportions, the healthy not too tan and not too pale colour of his unblemished skin.
He lets his hands wander lower and then looks up at Iwamoto’s face again with a small grin. “I see why you came into the shower. Five Snow Man are not enough for you?”
“You’re one to talk.” Iwamoto mutters and takes another step forward and puts his hands against the wall on both sides of Sakuma’s head, trapping the shorter male between his arms. “I guess technically it was only five and a half Snow Man.”
Sakuma doesn’t take the bait this time and suggest, “I shall make that a full fifth Snow Man then, I guess. Can’t leave you...hanging.”
“You have your smart moments at the weirdest of times.” Iwamoto can’t help but laugh at the other’s words. “Well then, you can’t take back your words now.” He leans down for a kiss. Iwamoto doesn’t bother with a chaste kiss or anything like that to get them started but dives right in. Sakuma has no objections and returns the other’s kiss wholeheartedly.
Iwamoto thinks that Sakuma’s tongue is just like the rest of the other, bendy, flexible and a little wiggly. Chasing it takes a bit of effort. He doesn’t voice his complaints about that though but nibbles on the other’s lower lip instead, willing Sakuma to calm down a bit. They’ve had enough action earlier, he wants to take things slow and enjoy them now. It’s their last night here after all.
With a soft sigh, Sakuma does slow down a bit and lets Iwamoto take the lead. Their kiss turns more sensual now, there’s more licking and nipping at each other’s lips - Sakuma strays to Iwamoto’s neck once or twice, since it’s within easy access.
Since the water is getting on his nerves a bit, Iwamoto turns it off. They’re clean enough for the time being and they’ll probably have to clean each other up again later, so might as well not waste all the water now (there are a couple of ‘help us save water’ signs up after all).
“How do you want me?” Sakuma asks against Iwamoto’s lips then, avoiding Iwamoto’s further attempts at continuing their make out session - at least for now. “In here? Or...”
“In here.” Iwamoto replies. He isn’t sure the others would appreciate them bouncing around on the sofa while they were resting. Plus, he doesn’t want to move too far right now. “Right here. Against the wall.” He manages to capture the other’s lips again, briefly. “And I want you to look at me.” Iwamoto doesn’t admit it but he does like Sakuma’s eyes. Especially at times like this, they’re even darker and more intense than usual. Even more captivating.
The little shiver that runs down Sakuma’s body upon hearing his words seems to jump over to his body as well and moves straight down to his nether regions. Iwamoto’s already more than half hard again at this point. In addition to a monstrous stamina, refractory periods in Snow Man were quite short as well (and something that Hashimoto had commented on quite frequently).
“And since you were so kind to ask, I’m going to have you just the way I want to. Which means I’ll be in control, you hear?” Iwamoto unscrews the cap of a bottle of scented oil from the sink. The oil smells like exotic fruit and flowers and it’s quite intoxicating right now.
Sakuma’s adam's apple bobs up and down as the other swallows. Iwamoto smirks. He knows the other likes it when Iwamoto is demanding and commandeering. He slicks his fingers, casually rubbing the slick substance all over them. Then he makes Sakuma turn around. It’s easier for both of them this way.
Pushing one finger inside, Iwamoto feels how loose Sakuma still is from earlier, which was good. It would save him some work and it would make things less painful for the other as well.
The downside for Sakuma is that after having had something bigger inside of him just before this, Iwamoto’s fingers aren’t nearly satisfying enough right now and just leave him wanting more. Something he expresses with soft sounds that are somewhere between whining and moaning. They are begging sounds, he is begging without words. Iwamoto pretends not to hear it and takes his sweet, sweet time. He keeps the other’s hips still with his other hand as well, keeps Sakuma from pushing back against his fingers, from seeking more friction.
Finally, the other doesn’t seem to be able to take it anymore and he whimpers softly, “Please Hikaru. I want you.” Sakuma looks up and over his shoulder at Iwamoto.
“If you look at me like that,” Iwamoto pulls his fingers out and wipes them on a towel. “Turn around then.” He waits for the other to do so then places his hands on Sakuma’s waist. “Up.”
Wrapping his arms around Iwamoto’s neck and shoulders, Sakuma hoists himself up, Iwamoto and the wall help him to keep himself upright and not slide too far down. He just slides down far enough to feel the tip of Iwamoto’s erection brush against him and he sucks in his breath a bit.
It takes a bit of effort to guide his cock and push into Sakuma but once that’s done, Iwamoto relaxes a little bit again and starts to enjoy. Gravity takes care of the rest. keeping Sakuma up isn’t hard, Iwamoto bench-presses a lot more weight on a regular basis theses days. And it’s not like the other isn’t doing anything to keep himself up either. Sakuma is probably the only one from his group he’d trust to be able to pull this off. Iwamoto can feel Sakuma’s legs securely around his waist. Sakuma’s arms aren’t even strained as they hold onto Iwamoto either.
They both let out a moan at almost the same time when Sakuma rocks his hips forward and down to meet Iwamoto’s.
Just as promised, they are able to look at each other during the act. With Sakuma’s lips and neck so close, Iwamoto continues where they left off earlier. Although this time he doesn’t go straight for Sakuma’s lips but starts to bite and suck on patches of skin on the other’s neck instead. The other’s heart-shaped beauty-mark is one of Iwamoto’s favourite spots.
There’s a brief moment when both of them get a little distracted - Abe just walked into the bathroom but the other just gives them a smile and a ‘don’t mind me, please just ignore me and continue what you were doing’ gesture. So that’s what they do.
When the orgasm rolls over Sakuma, he’s clinging to Iwamoto, pressing his body against the taller male’s chest as he gasps softly. He muffles whatever other sounds threaten to spill from his lips by biting Iwamoto’s shoulder and clawing at the other’s back a little.
The little spasms that go through Sakuma’s body and make his muscles contract are what drives Iwamoto over the edge as well.
Both of them remain in their positions for a few moments afterwards in silence, chests heaving and eyes closed. Then Iwamoto carefully pulls himself out and lowers Sakuma until the other is standing on the floor again on his own.
One of them, Iwamoto doesn’t remember who, turns the water back on and the water splashes onto their naked bodies once again.
When they return to the room, there aren’t any words spoken between them. They’re careful not to make too much noise, afraid to disturb the others. Iwamoto smiles when he finds the rest of their group asleep on the bed. It looks like the others left some space for them but he motions for Sakuma to move over to the sofa, or sofa-bed rather, with him (it’s too late and the pool is already closed for the night, so they had given up on the idea of a late night swim, maybe they’d go one last time early in the morning before it was time to leave to go to the airport - sleep? Who needed sleep. Sleep was for the long, boring plane ride).
They pull it out to it’s full size as quietly as they can and then Iwamoto lies down with a soft sigh. Sakuma follows suit soon after, pulling a blanket over both of them as he does. The sofa-bed is a little narrow but they can still fit on it, without Sakuma lying on top of Iwamoto completely.
Soon enough, they, too, succumb to sleep as their bodies relax, something that is made easier by their state of post-coital bliss.
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Fic title inspired by Ebi's song...for obvious reasons... "shower gate, with you babe, every day, every night..." ♪
Next thing he knows, there’s someone else in the shower with him. “Hikaru!” Sakuma smiles brightly. One wouldn’t know by looking at him that he’d probably burned the amount of calories one would during a full marathon in the past couple of hours. The Snow Man schedule was hard after all, starting with Shonentachi rehearsals with the six of them, then final adjustments for the last day of Takizawa Kabuki in Singapore, followed by group bonding time. Very thorough group bonding time that is.
“The small gap you left was starting to make me feel cold. Despite Shota keeping the aircon on ‘tropical island’ temperature.” Iwamoto remarks and nudges Sakuma forward a bit so he can step under the warm spray as well.
“I’m sure I can make up for that again.” Sakuma grins. “My fingers are warm right now.”
Snorting softly, Iwamoto comments, “I think your fingers aren’t the only part of you that’s warm right now? Otherwise there’d be something wrong with you. More than usual that is.”
“Oi!” Sakuma is laughing though and then gets his hands on Iwamoto’s body. He enjoys touching Iwamoto. Sometimes a little bit too much for the other’s taste but that doesn’t deter him. And he knows that secretly, Iwamoto enjoys it as well. The other has pride in his body after all, in the well defined muscles that Sakuma’s fingers are tracing right now, the almost perfect proportions, the healthy not too tan and not too pale colour of his unblemished skin.
He lets his hands wander lower and then looks up at Iwamoto’s face again with a small grin. “I see why you came into the shower. Five Snow Man are not enough for you?”
“You’re one to talk.” Iwamoto mutters and takes another step forward and puts his hands against the wall on both sides of Sakuma’s head, trapping the shorter male between his arms. “I guess technically it was only five and a half Snow Man.”
Sakuma doesn’t take the bait this time and suggest, “I shall make that a full fifth Snow Man then, I guess. Can’t leave you...hanging.”
“You have your smart moments at the weirdest of times.” Iwamoto can’t help but laugh at the other’s words. “Well then, you can’t take back your words now.” He leans down for a kiss. Iwamoto doesn’t bother with a chaste kiss or anything like that to get them started but dives right in. Sakuma has no objections and returns the other’s kiss wholeheartedly.
Iwamoto thinks that Sakuma’s tongue is just like the rest of the other, bendy, flexible and a little wiggly. Chasing it takes a bit of effort. He doesn’t voice his complaints about that though but nibbles on the other’s lower lip instead, willing Sakuma to calm down a bit. They’ve had enough action earlier, he wants to take things slow and enjoy them now. It’s their last night here after all.
With a soft sigh, Sakuma does slow down a bit and lets Iwamoto take the lead. Their kiss turns more sensual now, there’s more licking and nipping at each other’s lips - Sakuma strays to Iwamoto’s neck once or twice, since it’s within easy access.
Since the water is getting on his nerves a bit, Iwamoto turns it off. They’re clean enough for the time being and they’ll probably have to clean each other up again later, so might as well not waste all the water now (there are a couple of ‘help us save water’ signs up after all).
“How do you want me?” Sakuma asks against Iwamoto’s lips then, avoiding Iwamoto’s further attempts at continuing their make out session - at least for now. “In here? Or...”
“In here.” Iwamoto replies. He isn’t sure the others would appreciate them bouncing around on the sofa while they were resting. Plus, he doesn’t want to move too far right now. “Right here. Against the wall.” He manages to capture the other’s lips again, briefly. “And I want you to look at me.” Iwamoto doesn’t admit it but he does like Sakuma’s eyes. Especially at times like this, they’re even darker and more intense than usual. Even more captivating.
The little shiver that runs down Sakuma’s body upon hearing his words seems to jump over to his body as well and moves straight down to his nether regions. Iwamoto’s already more than half hard again at this point. In addition to a monstrous stamina, refractory periods in Snow Man were quite short as well (and something that Hashimoto had commented on quite frequently).
“And since you were so kind to ask, I’m going to have you just the way I want to. Which means I’ll be in control, you hear?” Iwamoto unscrews the cap of a bottle of scented oil from the sink. The oil smells like exotic fruit and flowers and it’s quite intoxicating right now.
Sakuma’s adam's apple bobs up and down as the other swallows. Iwamoto smirks. He knows the other likes it when Iwamoto is demanding and commandeering. He slicks his fingers, casually rubbing the slick substance all over them. Then he makes Sakuma turn around. It’s easier for both of them this way.
Pushing one finger inside, Iwamoto feels how loose Sakuma still is from earlier, which was good. It would save him some work and it would make things less painful for the other as well.
The downside for Sakuma is that after having had something bigger inside of him just before this, Iwamoto’s fingers aren’t nearly satisfying enough right now and just leave him wanting more. Something he expresses with soft sounds that are somewhere between whining and moaning. They are begging sounds, he is begging without words. Iwamoto pretends not to hear it and takes his sweet, sweet time. He keeps the other’s hips still with his other hand as well, keeps Sakuma from pushing back against his fingers, from seeking more friction.
Finally, the other doesn’t seem to be able to take it anymore and he whimpers softly, “Please Hikaru. I want you.” Sakuma looks up and over his shoulder at Iwamoto.
“If you look at me like that,” Iwamoto pulls his fingers out and wipes them on a towel. “Turn around then.” He waits for the other to do so then places his hands on Sakuma’s waist. “Up.”
Wrapping his arms around Iwamoto’s neck and shoulders, Sakuma hoists himself up, Iwamoto and the wall help him to keep himself upright and not slide too far down. He just slides down far enough to feel the tip of Iwamoto’s erection brush against him and he sucks in his breath a bit.
It takes a bit of effort to guide his cock and push into Sakuma but once that’s done, Iwamoto relaxes a little bit again and starts to enjoy. Gravity takes care of the rest. keeping Sakuma up isn’t hard, Iwamoto bench-presses a lot more weight on a regular basis theses days. And it’s not like the other isn’t doing anything to keep himself up either. Sakuma is probably the only one from his group he’d trust to be able to pull this off. Iwamoto can feel Sakuma’s legs securely around his waist. Sakuma’s arms aren’t even strained as they hold onto Iwamoto either.
They both let out a moan at almost the same time when Sakuma rocks his hips forward and down to meet Iwamoto’s.
Just as promised, they are able to look at each other during the act. With Sakuma’s lips and neck so close, Iwamoto continues where they left off earlier. Although this time he doesn’t go straight for Sakuma’s lips but starts to bite and suck on patches of skin on the other’s neck instead. The other’s heart-shaped beauty-mark is one of Iwamoto’s favourite spots.
There’s a brief moment when both of them get a little distracted - Abe just walked into the bathroom but the other just gives them a smile and a ‘don’t mind me, please just ignore me and continue what you were doing’ gesture. So that’s what they do.
When the orgasm rolls over Sakuma, he’s clinging to Iwamoto, pressing his body against the taller male’s chest as he gasps softly. He muffles whatever other sounds threaten to spill from his lips by biting Iwamoto’s shoulder and clawing at the other’s back a little.
The little spasms that go through Sakuma’s body and make his muscles contract are what drives Iwamoto over the edge as well.
Both of them remain in their positions for a few moments afterwards in silence, chests heaving and eyes closed. Then Iwamoto carefully pulls himself out and lowers Sakuma until the other is standing on the floor again on his own.
One of them, Iwamoto doesn’t remember who, turns the water back on and the water splashes onto their naked bodies once again.
When they return to the room, there aren’t any words spoken between them. They’re careful not to make too much noise, afraid to disturb the others. Iwamoto smiles when he finds the rest of their group asleep on the bed. It looks like the others left some space for them but he motions for Sakuma to move over to the sofa, or sofa-bed rather, with him (it’s too late and the pool is already closed for the night, so they had given up on the idea of a late night swim, maybe they’d go one last time early in the morning before it was time to leave to go to the airport - sleep? Who needed sleep. Sleep was for the long, boring plane ride).
They pull it out to it’s full size as quietly as they can and then Iwamoto lies down with a soft sigh. Sakuma follows suit soon after, pulling a blanket over both of them as he does. The sofa-bed is a little narrow but they can still fit on it, without Sakuma lying on top of Iwamoto completely.
Soon enough, they, too, succumb to sleep as their bodies relax, something that is made easier by their state of post-coital bliss.
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Aww that's so hot and also sweet ♥
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idk what's setting off all this porn but i encourage it highly.
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