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writetomyheart2015-11-28 09:07 pm
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[Team Three] Room Service
Gave this pairing a try. Can't say I'm super comfortable writing them yet but oh well.
Set in Singapore back in August.
To say that he was feeling just a little nervous would be the understatement of the year.
Fukazawa looked at the ceiling of the expensive hotel room and wondered for the millionth time whether or not this had been a good idea after all.
It had made sense and been perfectly okay initially, they had ended up with a double bed - no doubt because Takizawa was a troll and had thrown this room into the room roulette - and neither of them had really felt a problem with sharing the bed. Snow Man were a close bunch and had gone on numerous trips together that included very cozy sleeping arrangements and had also slept all over each other in their changing rooms as well in the past.
And if there was someone in the group Fukazawa was really close to and didn’t mind spending time with, then it was Iwamoto. But that’s where things suddenly got complicated.
Of course, as someone in Johnny’s, Fukazawa was no stranger to tour hotel shenanigans. Heck, Takizawa had housed them in a hotel in Hakata for a lot longer than the duration of many tours. Fukazawa was also no stranger to being intimate with people from his group. But this, this was different somehow. This was-
Oh dear lord, did Iwamoto just walk back into the room from the shower naked?
“Remind me but do you sleep like Sakuma?”
“Naked you mean? Nah.” Iwamoto flopped down onto the bed. “Although with this heat, I might consider it. Don’t want to leave the a/c on for too long? It’s awfully dry in here already. Why?”
“No particular reason.” Fukazawa lied. He flailed a bit when Iwamoto suddenly loomed over him and pinned him down onto the mattress. “Hikaru?!”
“Consider this a special room service.” Iwamoto grinned and leaned down. “Just for you.”
“What are you- oooh,” Fukazawa’s words turned into a moan when the other’s hand snuck past the waistband of his sweats and squeezed.
Iwamoto chuckled darkly. “Could tell you were hard the moment I saw you on the bed. What have you been thinking about while I was in the shower, hm?” His long fingers wrapped themselves around Fukazawa’s cock more firmly and stroked it, eliciting more sounds from Fukazawa. “Let’s get you all sorted out before we go to sleep. It’ll help with jetlag, I’m sure.”
“The jetlag isn’t even that bad,” Fukazawa commented and arched off the bed slightly when Iwamoto brushed his thumb over the tip.
He didn’t know why he was so sensitive. But he knew that Iwamoto’s fingers felt amazing.
“Let’s not make a mess, though. We only have one bed.” Iwamoto hummed.
Fukazawa fumbled with his sweats and kicked them off. “I think I know what to do then.” He tugged Iwamoto’s hand away. “Turn around. Get your ass up here.”
Grinning, Iwamoto complied.
Usually, Fukazawa wasn’t quiet in bed but with his mouth occupied there were only so many sounds he could make. They were still very audible but nowhere close to the volume his moans had been at earlier. Iwamoto was a lot quieter in comparison.
And maybe Fukazawa’s sounds were Iwamoto’s doing really. Fukazawa had to keep himself from squirming or bucking up when he felt a teasing finger at his entrance and a warm hand cupping and squeezing his balls. All the while, Iwamoto’s mouth and tongue never left his cock, keeping up a steady rhythm.
He tried to match the rhythm as well as he could - years of being the other’s symmetry partner making things almost easy. Almost.
It’s no surprise that Fukazawa turned out to be the one to come first. He felt apologetic for a moment when his body went limp and he let Iwamoto’s cock slip from his mouth as he sunk back down onto the mattress heavily. A moment later, something hot and sticky splashed onto his face and Fukazawa closed his eyes.
A pair of lips licking his own teasingly made him crack his eyes open again.
“Go take a shower to clean up. I’ll dump this pillow onto the couch until they make up the room tomorrow or something.” Iwamoto instructed him and then stole a quick kiss. “Hn, hot.”
“What, me or the room?” Fukazawa asked playfully and sat up slowly, licking his lips, lapping up some of Iwamoto’s come from one of the corners.
“Guess.” Iwamoto laughed and tugged the pillow out from underneath the other. He smacked Fukazawa’s naked butt soundly when the other walked by. “Come on get going. I’m beat so, I’ll go ahead and sleep once I’ve brushed my teeth.”
Mock-saluting, Fukazawa replied, “Yes, sir!” and disappeared into the bathroom. Turning on the warm water, he stepped under the spray and let the water rinse off all the evidence of their earlier activities.
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Set in Singapore back in August.
To say that he was feeling just a little nervous would be the understatement of the year.
Fukazawa looked at the ceiling of the expensive hotel room and wondered for the millionth time whether or not this had been a good idea after all.
It had made sense and been perfectly okay initially, they had ended up with a double bed - no doubt because Takizawa was a troll and had thrown this room into the room roulette - and neither of them had really felt a problem with sharing the bed. Snow Man were a close bunch and had gone on numerous trips together that included very cozy sleeping arrangements and had also slept all over each other in their changing rooms as well in the past.
And if there was someone in the group Fukazawa was really close to and didn’t mind spending time with, then it was Iwamoto. But that’s where things suddenly got complicated.
Of course, as someone in Johnny’s, Fukazawa was no stranger to tour hotel shenanigans. Heck, Takizawa had housed them in a hotel in Hakata for a lot longer than the duration of many tours. Fukazawa was also no stranger to being intimate with people from his group. But this, this was different somehow. This was-
Oh dear lord, did Iwamoto just walk back into the room from the shower naked?
“Remind me but do you sleep like Sakuma?”
“Naked you mean? Nah.” Iwamoto flopped down onto the bed. “Although with this heat, I might consider it. Don’t want to leave the a/c on for too long? It’s awfully dry in here already. Why?”
“No particular reason.” Fukazawa lied. He flailed a bit when Iwamoto suddenly loomed over him and pinned him down onto the mattress. “Hikaru?!”
“Consider this a special room service.” Iwamoto grinned and leaned down. “Just for you.”
“What are you- oooh,” Fukazawa’s words turned into a moan when the other’s hand snuck past the waistband of his sweats and squeezed.
Iwamoto chuckled darkly. “Could tell you were hard the moment I saw you on the bed. What have you been thinking about while I was in the shower, hm?” His long fingers wrapped themselves around Fukazawa’s cock more firmly and stroked it, eliciting more sounds from Fukazawa. “Let’s get you all sorted out before we go to sleep. It’ll help with jetlag, I’m sure.”
“The jetlag isn’t even that bad,” Fukazawa commented and arched off the bed slightly when Iwamoto brushed his thumb over the tip.
He didn’t know why he was so sensitive. But he knew that Iwamoto’s fingers felt amazing.
“Let’s not make a mess, though. We only have one bed.” Iwamoto hummed.
Fukazawa fumbled with his sweats and kicked them off. “I think I know what to do then.” He tugged Iwamoto’s hand away. “Turn around. Get your ass up here.”
Grinning, Iwamoto complied.
Usually, Fukazawa wasn’t quiet in bed but with his mouth occupied there were only so many sounds he could make. They were still very audible but nowhere close to the volume his moans had been at earlier. Iwamoto was a lot quieter in comparison.
And maybe Fukazawa’s sounds were Iwamoto’s doing really. Fukazawa had to keep himself from squirming or bucking up when he felt a teasing finger at his entrance and a warm hand cupping and squeezing his balls. All the while, Iwamoto’s mouth and tongue never left his cock, keeping up a steady rhythm.
He tried to match the rhythm as well as he could - years of being the other’s symmetry partner making things almost easy. Almost.
It’s no surprise that Fukazawa turned out to be the one to come first. He felt apologetic for a moment when his body went limp and he let Iwamoto’s cock slip from his mouth as he sunk back down onto the mattress heavily. A moment later, something hot and sticky splashed onto his face and Fukazawa closed his eyes.
A pair of lips licking his own teasingly made him crack his eyes open again.
“Go take a shower to clean up. I’ll dump this pillow onto the couch until they make up the room tomorrow or something.” Iwamoto instructed him and then stole a quick kiss. “Hn, hot.”
“What, me or the room?” Fukazawa asked playfully and sat up slowly, licking his lips, lapping up some of Iwamoto’s come from one of the corners.
“Guess.” Iwamoto laughed and tugged the pillow out from underneath the other. He smacked Fukazawa’s naked butt soundly when the other walked by. “Come on get going. I’m beat so, I’ll go ahead and sleep once I’ve brushed my teeth.”
Mock-saluting, Fukazawa replied, “Yes, sir!” and disappeared into the bathroom. Turning on the warm water, he stepped under the spray and let the water rinse off all the evidence of their earlier activities.
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talisa_ahn
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Glad to read a fic based on this setting!^^
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Thanks for writing!