[Arashi] Satoshi’s House of Pleasure
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neko_kirin3104Title: Satoshi’s House of Pleasure
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Juntoshi
Prompts: Ohno seducing Jun / 039 Heat (Table 3)
Word Count: 2168 (+ 1 omake)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Sexual Humor
Summary: Jun comes over to practice choreography at Leader’s house.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sumwin_exchange and inspired by prompts from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silver_crystall and je_prompts.
Note 2: Written forsilver_crystall.
1. Un-plugged
It all started with the plugs. Those sneaky little devils filed together in a perfect line at the center of the low-table. This was the first sight that greeted him when he entered the living room, and the last image he would be seeing in his dreams that night.
The fact that they come in each of the Arashi colors just barely escaped his attention either.
If it had been anybody else, he would undoubtedly be appalled by such a crude display. But since this was Satoshi Ohno’s house, and there was an almost 100% chance the naive thirty-two-year-old did not even know what these things were, the initial horror was quickly replaced by distraught curiosity.
“Leader...” Jun began in a voice low and dangerous. Already, he was cursing whichever bastard it was that dared to corrupt Arashi’s guileless captain. “Where’d you get those?”
“Oh. They’re gifts,” the older guy replied with a sudden lilt in his voice while carelessly tossing his cap to the sofa. “A friend gave them to me for my new art project.”
Jun’s hand tightened on the strap of the sports bag slung over his shoulder. “Your what?” He had a little trouble keeping the lump in his throat from spoiling his voice.
“Art,” the visibly enthused artist chirped before heading off to the kitchen, his lithe body swaying smoothly to each slow and weightless step.
Jun blinked as his throat spontaneously cleared itself. It definitely wasn’t the first time he’d seen the way Leader walked with such effortless grace, but it seemed he’s just noticing now how disconcertingly captivating it was to watch the subtle sway in those hips.
The older guy went straight to the fridge, which was conveniently facing the living room, opened it and bent over at the waist to check on something at the bottom shelf, giving anybody who cared to look a clear and full view of his perfect little ass.
And Jun, with his surprisingly indiscriminate butt fetish, felt his breath abruptly hitch at the sight. He barely noticed it when the hand holding his bag went slack on his side and eventually dropped the branded sack with a dull thud to the floor.
Heat rushed to his face as blood began to dangerously rally down south.
In a desperate attempt to focus his attention on something else, anything at all that did not include Leader’s staggeringly arousing rump, his eyes ironically shifted to the butt plugs taunting him from the low-table.
Immediately, he found himself imagining how tantalizingly snug that purple one would look nestled between Satoshi Ohno’s sinfully plump butt cheeks—
“Jun-kun?” the still oblivious host called from the fridge. “I don’t have Pepsi anymore. Would water be all right?”
“Of course, Leader,” he called back, closing his eyes to try to steady his breathing and steer himself away from the flustering images of butt plugs and asses capering inside his head.
He did not even wonder how these little silicone devils could fit into anything that even remotely resembled art.
2. Ring Leader
When they began rehearsing the difficult choreography he had asked the older guy to help him with, the tension that the plugs had earlier ignited quickly erupted into a full-blown desire to molest.
He could not remember how many times he caught his breath watching Leader move impeccably through the complicated steps, over and over because Jun’s brain stubbornly rejected any other memory save for the way the older guy’s svelte and nimble body seemed to float in midair.
The way Leader talked to him gently, without hint of judgment or annoyance, while taking control of his arms and guiding him slowly through the beats, wasn’t helping his case either. The resulting closeness just made him heady from the mixture of light cologne, sweat and manly scent slithering up his nose
And those hips! Those gyrating hips seriously needed a hazard warning! Especially when they bring that ass too close to body parts it’s not supposed to be brushing up against, accidentally, every now and then.
“Leader,” he managed to say under his breath, unable to take anymore of the all-out assault to his already intensely provoked senses. “I need to freshen up a little bit.”
Leader obligingly let go of his hands and calmly, albeit sleepily directed him to the bathroom.
Once there, Jun turned on the sink faucet and spent several minutes breathing deeply while focusing on getting rid of the early stages of an absolutely ill-timed hard-on. He’d never really been especially attracted to Satoshi Ohno, although he did openly admire the older man for his easygoing character and unrivaled skills.
But could a simple admiration like that really come to this extent?! If he didn’t know any better, he’d think the older guy was intentionally seducing him.
Jun chuckled faintly at the wayward thought as he leisurely took off his rings. Somehow, seduction and Satoshi Ohno did not fall on the same side of the rational margin in his head.
The man wasn’t confident enough for it, to begin with!
So, it was really just Jun’s ero nature getting all worked up, first by the unintentionally suggestive sight of those butt plugs, then by the lingering vision of Ohno’s unsuspecting ass, and the way that man had clumsily been brushing up against him all night—
Jun cupped his hands under the running water and splashed his face, instantly feeling grateful for the jolt and eventual clarity the nippy sensation brought to his head.
He needed a good lay. And he needed it now, before he ended up raping Leader.
As though fate had decided to play one bad joke on him after another, he stepped out of the bathroom to find the indelibly trusting man stretched out on the sofa, looking all the more desirable and helpless in his slumber.
Not having the heart, nor the willpower to get anywhere near the obviously tired Leader, Jun quietly approached the bag he had earlier abandoned on the floor—
And stopped short when he caught sight of the new level of clutter on the low-table.
There were still the taunting plugs in their proud and perfect file, but joining them now were what seemed to be the contents of the sleeping man’s pockets, messily chucked into the table just before he fizzled out on the sofa.
There was the house key attached to a fish key ring, a cock ring, some loose change, a cock ring, some random crumpled up note, and a motherfucking COCK RING!
What the hell—!
He felt the uncomfortable heat rising to his twitching face again with the accompanying blood-rush to his groin. In his mind, he was suddenly hearing Leader’s earlier words, which he had conveniently failed to pay close attention to, and thus forgot to ask about—
A friend gave them to me for my new art project.
Somebody’s obviously been messing with Satoshi Ohno’s head and the divergent tide was getting alarmingly close to undoing Jun’s nerves, as well.
He seriously wanted to beat someone up.
Tomorrow he would definitely find out who, exactly.
But right now, he needed to get out of this house fast.
And possibly get himself a good lay for the night.
3. A Boxful of Art
Jun knew he shouldn’t have come again after yesterday’s mind-boggling assaults on his moral and sexual resolve.
But because he had stupidly left his rings—the ones that fit into fingers—in the bathroom sink, he needed to give Leader a ride home so that he could retrieve them.
This was, of course, just a pathetic excuse to check up on the older guy, and he knew it.
So when Leader invited him to come up to his apartment, Jun conveniently dismissed his earlier plan of asking the guy to bring the rings down to him and heedlessly followed.
He still needed to work on his choreography, after all. And if Satoshi Ohno willingly said he would help him out again tonight, what reason did he have to object?
A part of Jun suspected he would willingly gobble up anything Satoshi Ohno offered him at this point.
Just watching those hips moving in front of him as they ascended the steps was already starting to make him feel bothered. And hot.
The plugs were no longer on the table when he entered the living room this time. In place of it was a white box the size of a regular storage file. Its double lids were slightly upturned, and seemed to be calling out to him to take a peek—
“I have Pepsi this time,” Leader proudly said before bouncing off to the kitchen to get him his beverage.
“Thanks, Leader,” he barely mumbled, as his attention was completely taken over by the box. He went to it with the caution befitting an approach to a wild animal, and gingerly flipped one lid with his forefinger.
And comparing the box to a wild animal suddenly made perfect sense. Inside, Jun saw a wide variety of very familiar things, in different makes, forms and sizes, all designed to send any man to the stars. None of them were too bold and obvious as to give their true purposes away. But all of them were unmistakably fierce weapons of sensual undoing when placed in the right hands.
“Leader, where’d you get all these?” he demanded, echoing his words and tone from yesterday.
“From my friend,” Leader calmly replied while handing him a chilled can of Pepsi. “He said I could use them for my artwork.”
Drinking Pepsi was the last thing on Jun’s mind right now. “And why are they all out here?” His voice almost ended up in a squeak when a bile-tasting lump rose to his throat. He was almost afraid to hear the answer.
“Oh, I’m taking them over to his house later.” The frustratingly slow-witted man even had the dull sense left to slump on his sofa and witlessly ramble on about how he was going to get himself raped by his wily little friend later. “He said he’d show me some cool ways to use them for art, ‘coz I really can’t figure them out for myself.”
It took everything Jun Matsumoto had not to grab the man and shake him until he regained some normal-people sense.
Or grab the man and kiss him senseless.
Or just grab the man and fucking molest him himself, right then and there!
“Leader...” Somehow, he managed to speak in a decently leveled voice, despite his insides already going haywire from an intense mixture of obsessive rage and sensual madness.
“Hmm?” the older guy mumbled with a curious pout, looking up at him from the sofa like a naive little boy, dumb and innocent to the workings of the world.
“You’re not taking this box anywhere,” he declared in a low and commanding voice, sounding exactly like the domineering adult that he was.
“Eh?” Leader exclaimed, his round eyes growing wide with juvenile bewilderment. “Why not?”
He smirked and pulled the tab on his Pepsi can with a purposeful pop. “Because we’re going to perfect my choreography tonight.”
He hardly cared for Arashi’s convoluted dance steps anymore.
4. Fall of the Predator
The utterly dazed Satoshi Ohno hardly even had time to flinch when Jun pounced on him. In one fluid motion, the now highly aroused younger guy, sans moral reserve and inhibitions, firmly planted his knees on each side of the gaping artist’s hips, grabbed his tanned face and hungrily devoured his slightly opened lips.
There was only a moment of resistance, too brief that Jun hardly even noticed, before he felt the older guy’s hands grab hold of his waist and slowly guide his body in a sensual lap dance that kneaded their throbbing hard-ons together in pleasurable intimacy.
Leader was also responding to his kisses with the same amount of intensity as he had, making him open his eyes once to check if he was still with the same guy he had ambushed.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Satoshi Ohno had planned this end result all along.
But he couldn’t have. The usually impassive guy wasn’t confident or wily or desperate enough to begin with.
Or, was he?
“Jun-kun,” Leader hummed lazily when their lips parted for a breather. “Aren’t we supposed to be working on your choreography?”
“We are,” he hummed back, pressing their foreheads together and rubbing a bead of sweat on his partner’s cheek with his thumb. “But tonight, I’m taking the lead.”
The older guy’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, his gaze subsequently sliding down to stare at his lips a second before smoothly shifting to the white box on the low-table.
Jun leered and willingly took the bait, reaching out with one long arm to hoist the box and set it beside them on the sofa. “Now, which one do you wanna try first?”
Satoshi Ohno gasped with unbridled excitement before blindly reaching a hand into the box...
~1992*4##111~
Omake: Confronting The Mastermind
It took hours of unrestrained lovemaking and about half a dozen spoiled paraphernalia scattered on the floor, before Jun eventually found out who Leader’s overly helpful pseudo-artistic friend was.
The following day, he indignantly stormed into the Arashi green room and shoved the box of toys to Ninomiya’s chest. The startled gamer instinctively wrapped his arms around the package and gawked at the glowering young man.
Sho Sakurai laid his newspaper on the table while Masaki Aiba told whoever it was he was talking to on the phone to call later. Both curious members stared and waited with bated breaths.
“I’ll be taking care of Leader from now on,” Jun’s voice dripped with danger and an infallible threat. He took out a wad of bills from his pocket and dropped it on top of the box. “That’s to pay for the ones we ended up using.”
Ninomiya affected a look of bitter disappointment and mentally snickered when the younger guy responded with an arrogant half-smile before turning around and striding out of the room.
Sho Sakurai’s jaw slackened as his face took on the look of a man who would be having nightmares about this moment—and the images it invoked in his mind—for days. Masaki Aiba just grinned widely with open admiration and mumbled, “Sasuga, Leader...”
Ninomiya let out a bored sigh, grabbed the money (he was no fool, after all!) and dropped the box on the couch a second before his phone started vibrating. He fished it out from his trouser pocket and read the incoming message—
“Thanks for the assist, Ninomi! :3”
The wily little brat clucked his tongue and smirked while pocketing his unexpected earnings.
Kids.
***Originally posted here @sumwin_exchange. ~<3
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Juntoshi
Prompts: Ohno seducing Jun / 039 Heat (Table 3)
Word Count: 2168 (+ 1 omake)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Sexual Humor
Summary: Jun comes over to practice choreography at Leader’s house.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Notes: Written for the
sumwin_exchange and inspired by prompts from silver_crystall and je_prompts. Note 2: Written for
silver_crystall.1. Un-plugged
It all started with the plugs. Those sneaky little devils filed together in a perfect line at the center of the low-table. This was the first sight that greeted him when he entered the living room, and the last image he would be seeing in his dreams that night.
The fact that they come in each of the Arashi colors just barely escaped his attention either.
If it had been anybody else, he would undoubtedly be appalled by such a crude display. But since this was Satoshi Ohno’s house, and there was an almost 100% chance the naive thirty-two-year-old did not even know what these things were, the initial horror was quickly replaced by distraught curiosity.
“Leader...” Jun began in a voice low and dangerous. Already, he was cursing whichever bastard it was that dared to corrupt Arashi’s guileless captain. “Where’d you get those?”
“Oh. They’re gifts,” the older guy replied with a sudden lilt in his voice while carelessly tossing his cap to the sofa. “A friend gave them to me for my new art project.”
Jun’s hand tightened on the strap of the sports bag slung over his shoulder. “Your what?” He had a little trouble keeping the lump in his throat from spoiling his voice.
“Art,” the visibly enthused artist chirped before heading off to the kitchen, his lithe body swaying smoothly to each slow and weightless step.
Jun blinked as his throat spontaneously cleared itself. It definitely wasn’t the first time he’d seen the way Leader walked with such effortless grace, but it seemed he’s just noticing now how disconcertingly captivating it was to watch the subtle sway in those hips.
The older guy went straight to the fridge, which was conveniently facing the living room, opened it and bent over at the waist to check on something at the bottom shelf, giving anybody who cared to look a clear and full view of his perfect little ass.
And Jun, with his surprisingly indiscriminate butt fetish, felt his breath abruptly hitch at the sight. He barely noticed it when the hand holding his bag went slack on his side and eventually dropped the branded sack with a dull thud to the floor.
Heat rushed to his face as blood began to dangerously rally down south.
In a desperate attempt to focus his attention on something else, anything at all that did not include Leader’s staggeringly arousing rump, his eyes ironically shifted to the butt plugs taunting him from the low-table.
Immediately, he found himself imagining how tantalizingly snug that purple one would look nestled between Satoshi Ohno’s sinfully plump butt cheeks—
“Jun-kun?” the still oblivious host called from the fridge. “I don’t have Pepsi anymore. Would water be all right?”
“Of course, Leader,” he called back, closing his eyes to try to steady his breathing and steer himself away from the flustering images of butt plugs and asses capering inside his head.
He did not even wonder how these little silicone devils could fit into anything that even remotely resembled art.
2. Ring Leader
When they began rehearsing the difficult choreography he had asked the older guy to help him with, the tension that the plugs had earlier ignited quickly erupted into a full-blown desire to molest.
He could not remember how many times he caught his breath watching Leader move impeccably through the complicated steps, over and over because Jun’s brain stubbornly rejected any other memory save for the way the older guy’s svelte and nimble body seemed to float in midair.
The way Leader talked to him gently, without hint of judgment or annoyance, while taking control of his arms and guiding him slowly through the beats, wasn’t helping his case either. The resulting closeness just made him heady from the mixture of light cologne, sweat and manly scent slithering up his nose
And those hips! Those gyrating hips seriously needed a hazard warning! Especially when they bring that ass too close to body parts it’s not supposed to be brushing up against, accidentally, every now and then.
“Leader,” he managed to say under his breath, unable to take anymore of the all-out assault to his already intensely provoked senses. “I need to freshen up a little bit.”
Leader obligingly let go of his hands and calmly, albeit sleepily directed him to the bathroom.
Once there, Jun turned on the sink faucet and spent several minutes breathing deeply while focusing on getting rid of the early stages of an absolutely ill-timed hard-on. He’d never really been especially attracted to Satoshi Ohno, although he did openly admire the older man for his easygoing character and unrivaled skills.
But could a simple admiration like that really come to this extent?! If he didn’t know any better, he’d think the older guy was intentionally seducing him.
Jun chuckled faintly at the wayward thought as he leisurely took off his rings. Somehow, seduction and Satoshi Ohno did not fall on the same side of the rational margin in his head.
The man wasn’t confident enough for it, to begin with!
So, it was really just Jun’s ero nature getting all worked up, first by the unintentionally suggestive sight of those butt plugs, then by the lingering vision of Ohno’s unsuspecting ass, and the way that man had clumsily been brushing up against him all night—
Jun cupped his hands under the running water and splashed his face, instantly feeling grateful for the jolt and eventual clarity the nippy sensation brought to his head.
He needed a good lay. And he needed it now, before he ended up raping Leader.
As though fate had decided to play one bad joke on him after another, he stepped out of the bathroom to find the indelibly trusting man stretched out on the sofa, looking all the more desirable and helpless in his slumber.
Not having the heart, nor the willpower to get anywhere near the obviously tired Leader, Jun quietly approached the bag he had earlier abandoned on the floor—
And stopped short when he caught sight of the new level of clutter on the low-table.
There were still the taunting plugs in their proud and perfect file, but joining them now were what seemed to be the contents of the sleeping man’s pockets, messily chucked into the table just before he fizzled out on the sofa.
There was the house key attached to a fish key ring, a cock ring, some loose change, a cock ring, some random crumpled up note, and a motherfucking COCK RING!
What the hell—!
He felt the uncomfortable heat rising to his twitching face again with the accompanying blood-rush to his groin. In his mind, he was suddenly hearing Leader’s earlier words, which he had conveniently failed to pay close attention to, and thus forgot to ask about—
A friend gave them to me for my new art project.
Somebody’s obviously been messing with Satoshi Ohno’s head and the divergent tide was getting alarmingly close to undoing Jun’s nerves, as well.
He seriously wanted to beat someone up.
Tomorrow he would definitely find out who, exactly.
But right now, he needed to get out of this house fast.
And possibly get himself a good lay for the night.
3. A Boxful of Art
Jun knew he shouldn’t have come again after yesterday’s mind-boggling assaults on his moral and sexual resolve.
But because he had stupidly left his rings—the ones that fit into fingers—in the bathroom sink, he needed to give Leader a ride home so that he could retrieve them.
This was, of course, just a pathetic excuse to check up on the older guy, and he knew it.
So when Leader invited him to come up to his apartment, Jun conveniently dismissed his earlier plan of asking the guy to bring the rings down to him and heedlessly followed.
He still needed to work on his choreography, after all. And if Satoshi Ohno willingly said he would help him out again tonight, what reason did he have to object?
A part of Jun suspected he would willingly gobble up anything Satoshi Ohno offered him at this point.
Just watching those hips moving in front of him as they ascended the steps was already starting to make him feel bothered. And hot.
The plugs were no longer on the table when he entered the living room this time. In place of it was a white box the size of a regular storage file. Its double lids were slightly upturned, and seemed to be calling out to him to take a peek—
“I have Pepsi this time,” Leader proudly said before bouncing off to the kitchen to get him his beverage.
“Thanks, Leader,” he barely mumbled, as his attention was completely taken over by the box. He went to it with the caution befitting an approach to a wild animal, and gingerly flipped one lid with his forefinger.
And comparing the box to a wild animal suddenly made perfect sense. Inside, Jun saw a wide variety of very familiar things, in different makes, forms and sizes, all designed to send any man to the stars. None of them were too bold and obvious as to give their true purposes away. But all of them were unmistakably fierce weapons of sensual undoing when placed in the right hands.
“Leader, where’d you get all these?” he demanded, echoing his words and tone from yesterday.
“From my friend,” Leader calmly replied while handing him a chilled can of Pepsi. “He said I could use them for my artwork.”
Drinking Pepsi was the last thing on Jun’s mind right now. “And why are they all out here?” His voice almost ended up in a squeak when a bile-tasting lump rose to his throat. He was almost afraid to hear the answer.
“Oh, I’m taking them over to his house later.” The frustratingly slow-witted man even had the dull sense left to slump on his sofa and witlessly ramble on about how he was going to get himself raped by his wily little friend later. “He said he’d show me some cool ways to use them for art, ‘coz I really can’t figure them out for myself.”
It took everything Jun Matsumoto had not to grab the man and shake him until he regained some normal-people sense.
Or grab the man and kiss him senseless.
Or just grab the man and fucking molest him himself, right then and there!
“Leader...” Somehow, he managed to speak in a decently leveled voice, despite his insides already going haywire from an intense mixture of obsessive rage and sensual madness.
“Hmm?” the older guy mumbled with a curious pout, looking up at him from the sofa like a naive little boy, dumb and innocent to the workings of the world.
“You’re not taking this box anywhere,” he declared in a low and commanding voice, sounding exactly like the domineering adult that he was.
“Eh?” Leader exclaimed, his round eyes growing wide with juvenile bewilderment. “Why not?”
He smirked and pulled the tab on his Pepsi can with a purposeful pop. “Because we’re going to perfect my choreography tonight.”
He hardly cared for Arashi’s convoluted dance steps anymore.
4. Fall of the Predator
The utterly dazed Satoshi Ohno hardly even had time to flinch when Jun pounced on him. In one fluid motion, the now highly aroused younger guy, sans moral reserve and inhibitions, firmly planted his knees on each side of the gaping artist’s hips, grabbed his tanned face and hungrily devoured his slightly opened lips.
There was only a moment of resistance, too brief that Jun hardly even noticed, before he felt the older guy’s hands grab hold of his waist and slowly guide his body in a sensual lap dance that kneaded their throbbing hard-ons together in pleasurable intimacy.
Leader was also responding to his kisses with the same amount of intensity as he had, making him open his eyes once to check if he was still with the same guy he had ambushed.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Satoshi Ohno had planned this end result all along.
But he couldn’t have. The usually impassive guy wasn’t confident or wily or desperate enough to begin with.
Or, was he?
“Jun-kun,” Leader hummed lazily when their lips parted for a breather. “Aren’t we supposed to be working on your choreography?”
“We are,” he hummed back, pressing their foreheads together and rubbing a bead of sweat on his partner’s cheek with his thumb. “But tonight, I’m taking the lead.”
The older guy’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, his gaze subsequently sliding down to stare at his lips a second before smoothly shifting to the white box on the low-table.
Jun leered and willingly took the bait, reaching out with one long arm to hoist the box and set it beside them on the sofa. “Now, which one do you wanna try first?”
Satoshi Ohno gasped with unbridled excitement before blindly reaching a hand into the box...
~1992*4##111~
Omake: Confronting The Mastermind
It took hours of unrestrained lovemaking and about half a dozen spoiled paraphernalia scattered on the floor, before Jun eventually found out who Leader’s overly helpful pseudo-artistic friend was.
The following day, he indignantly stormed into the Arashi green room and shoved the box of toys to Ninomiya’s chest. The startled gamer instinctively wrapped his arms around the package and gawked at the glowering young man.
Sho Sakurai laid his newspaper on the table while Masaki Aiba told whoever it was he was talking to on the phone to call later. Both curious members stared and waited with bated breaths.
“I’ll be taking care of Leader from now on,” Jun’s voice dripped with danger and an infallible threat. He took out a wad of bills from his pocket and dropped it on top of the box. “That’s to pay for the ones we ended up using.”
Ninomiya affected a look of bitter disappointment and mentally snickered when the younger guy responded with an arrogant half-smile before turning around and striding out of the room.
Sho Sakurai’s jaw slackened as his face took on the look of a man who would be having nightmares about this moment—and the images it invoked in his mind—for days. Masaki Aiba just grinned widely with open admiration and mumbled, “Sasuga, Leader...”
Ninomiya let out a bored sigh, grabbed the money (he was no fool, after all!) and dropped the box on the couch a second before his phone started vibrating. He fished it out from his trouser pocket and read the incoming message—
“Thanks for the assist, Ninomi! :3”
The wily little brat clucked his tongue and smirked while pocketing his unexpected earnings.
Kids.
***Originally posted here @
sumwin_exchange. ~<3