You are not my angel
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unmeiboyYou are not my angel
Fujigaya/Yaotome (Kis-My-Ft2/Hey! Say! JUMP)
pwp, 2819 words, NC-17
Fujigaya is a tease, Hikaru is not complaining, Takimoto is curious and Tama is too into his role.
"So I heard Yuki likes boys", Fujigaya said as he walked by Hikaru, who was in the progress of getting changed. They had been the last to finish filming, only getting into their dressing room as Tamamori walked out the door with a "goodnight" that was a yawn more than anything else.
"And I heard Taipi himself does suspicious things with certain colleagues, so I wonder if he really has the right to judge Yuki", Hikaru countered, the end up his sentence muffled by the t-shirt he pulled over his head.
"Who said I was judging?"
"So you do, then?"
Fujigaya walked up behind him, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "You want to find out?". Hikaru shuddered, but when he turned around he wore his usual smile, implying it had all been a joke. He smiled back, then faced the wall as he took off his own shirt, and when he turned back, Hikaru was close to him again, looking suspiciously at him.
"Were you serious about that?" His eyes travelled from spot to spot on Fujigaya's face, as if unable to focus on anything. He stopped a little longer on his lips, barely noticeable, but yet. They formed a faint smirk, and Hikaru looked away again, blushing just the slightest.
"Go on." Just then, Hikaru was about to turn away, but Fujigaya grabbed him by the arm, pulled him back. Crashed their lips together. Although hesitant at first, Hikaru figured that if Fujigaya was on, then why should he back down? So he went all in, his hands coming to run up Fujigaya's chest just to end up locked in the back of his neck, kissing back just as intensely as he was getting it himself.
From there Fujigaya pulled Hikaru with him backwards, sitting down on a bench the staff had put by the wall. Somehow Hikaru managed to straddle his lap, legs on each side of him, folded against the hard surface. Their lips stayed together the whole while, trying, tasting, and Hikaru was not surprised to find Fujigaya's lips incredibly soft. Fingertips stroked along his bare back, then a pair of hands slipped into the back pockets of his jeans, and he gasped against Fujigaya, rocking his hips forward on reflex. That smirk formed once again, but he felt it rather than saw it, and his hands unlocked from around Fujigaya's neck to go straight for his pants instead.
The lips left Hikaru's, and instead they moved to his neck, just below his jaw, almost resting as his pockets were emptied and the hands snuck into the back of his pants instead. Again he gasped, forced Fujigaya's lips back to his own as he finally got the jeans open.
"Is there anyone here?" Takimoto called cheerfully, not waiting for an answer before barging in, knowing they had had more than enough time to get changed already. She had, however, not expected to find Hikaru and Fujigaya half undressed and working on it, especially not together. Especially not like that. Their heads cleared in a few seconds, Hikaru standing up and instantly turning away as he did, Fujigaya zipping up his pants as soon as Hikaru had gotten his hand out of them.
"We uhm..." Hikaru started, not even thinking about turning around to face his fellow actress.
"No, but I'll keep this a secret, I swear", she smiled, although neither of them were actually looking at her. "Just, maybe keep it off work?"
"I'm sorry about yesterday," Takimoto mumbled into her cup of coffee, making sure no one but Hikaru could hear her. She did seem apologetic, but that quickly changed to curiousness. "I had no idea you two were da-"
"That's because we're not," Hikaru hissed, hoping that she would leave it at that.
"No, of course you're not. What a scandal that would be. I never saw or heard anything!" She smiled enthusiatically. "It's okay Hikaru, I can keep a secret!" With that she rose up, handed her cup to a staff member and went off to the stylists.
"But I'm telling the truth..." he muttered to himself, shaking his head before he finished his own coffee. It was going to be a long day.
Fujigaya had never seemed shy, and to be honest, neither had Hikaru, but still it changed to become just the slightest bit different. He had no problems talking to his friend and colleague, looking him in the eyes as he did so, while Hikaru himself would break the eye contact as soon as he could. At first he figured Fujigaya acted like that because it hadn't meant anything - he couldn't honestly say it had to him either - but during the short lunch break there was definitely something new about him. Fujigaya looked more at him, smiled more, smiled differently, and Hikaru couldn't help but pay attention to the tongue that kept sweeping over Fujigaya's lips. He usually didn't do it that much, did he? His lower lip had become all puffed up from the extra attention, just like when -
"Hikaru, I think Hirano-san is calling for you again," Fujigaya said, voice casual, but meeting his eyes Hikaru saw that he had most certainly been caught staring.
As soon as the director called it a day Hikaru rushed off to get back into his own clothes, hoping to be done before Fujigaya had finished chatting with Tamamori.
"Are you in a hurry?" he was asked as soon as the two of them entered the room together.
"Yeah, I uhm, I've got something to do..." he mumbled back, then excused himself and left. Before the door closed he clearly heard Tamamori asking his friend exactly what he had done to him, and he also heard Fujigaya answer.
"Nothing special, why?"
It wasn't that he regretted it, but he had realized Fujigaya had set his eyes on him, and it made him feel odd. And then there was the other pair of eyes on them, the pair that belonged to Takimoto, who seemed to enjoy watching Hikaru being quite uncomfortable whenever Fujigaya came too close to him. Not because the closeness itself was uncomfortable, rather because he never was sure of what he was going to do to him. There were times he did nothing, and times where even Tamamori lifted an eyebrow and wondered what was going on.
Like that one time they had ended up wrestling playfully over something that was quite likely unimportant, and Fujigaya held Hikaru's wrists against the floor, leaning over him with a grin. But they stayed like that for a moment, just enough for Hikaru to realize exactly what they must be looking like, and stared up at Fujigaya. Who let him go after pressing a swift kiss to his nose. Face red, Hikaru jumped up, brushed off his clothes and turned around to find a giggling main actress in front of him.
"We finish early today, maybe you two should go home and take care of business instead of doing that here?" she suggested, to which Hikaru started stuttering out explanations, while Fujigaya just winked at her. Content, and very much so.
They didn't take care of any business, as expected. And Fujigaya kept teasing, getting bolder and bolder, until the unfortunate day Tamamori found them making out outside a bathroom stall. Hikaru's back pressed up against the wall, lips working enthusiastically, Fujigaya not caring enough to stop until Tamamori spoke.
"He's gorgeous with that hair but seriously Taipi, you might want to keep yourself under control. Just take him home after work, fuck him and be done with it." It annoyed Hikaru how nonchalant he sounded, like he who they were talking about wasn't actually present.
"Tama, don't get too into your role, he's kind of rude," Fujigaya responded, lips against a collarbone.
"... and when you do, don't put hickeys on him, you never know when they'll want him to run around topless again..."
"I'm present, thank you very much!" Hikaru cried out, untangling himself from Fujigaya's arms and went in front of the mirror to make sure his hair didn't look all too dishevelled.
Of course Fujigaya didn't bring him home just like that - and to be honest Hikaru wasn't sure he would have wanted that anyway. No, instead he invited himself over to Hikaru's place one night, after they had been out drinking with the cast and some staff members.
"I'll make sure Hikaru gets home safely," he had said, and everyone had just waved them off like it was completely normal of Fujigaya to go home with Hikaru. Tamamori hadn't even noticed - he was on the phone with someone who couldn't be anyone but Miyata. Takimoto on the other hand, not 20 yet and therefore sober, had suppressed a laugh when Fujigaya said his goodbye and Hikaru had to slap his not waving hand to stop it on it's way down to his ass. They got into a taxi, on the second try Hikaru gave him the correct address - he had just gotten his own apartment and the address of his family home was still the most familiar to his slightly drunken mind. Eventually they ended up at the right place, and with not so much trouble made it through the door.
"Taipi, what are you doing?" Hikaru mumbled to his shoes as he bent down to untie them, feeling a hand working on his pants already.
"Helping you," he got for an answer, to which Hikaru responded with a "how about you help yourself first".
"Nice place," Fujigaya commented, looking around as soon as both their shoes were off and they stepped further in.
"I thought you said you'd make sure I got home safely," Hikaru answered as they walked towards his bedroom, both knowing where this was going no matter what their conversation at the very moment was about.
"And I did, didn't I?"
"I'm not sure I'm safe with you being here."
"I'm not dangerous..." Fujigaya smiled, pulled Hikaru in against his chest and pressed his lips to his neck. "I promise."
"What if I don't believe you?"
"Then I guess I'll have to prove it."
By the time Hikaru's back hit the mattress their lips were hot against each other, with Hikaru's hands tangled in Fujigaya's short brown hair, his own blond strands falling back against a pillow. The tank top he was wearing was pushed up to allow Fujigaya's fingers to feel his chest and stomach, then come to rest on his waist, gripping his sides lightly as he ground his own hips down against him. Hikaru groaned, pushed back, then held still to wriggle himself out of his tank top while Fujigaya pulled his own t-shirt over his head. Then there was one hand on his chest, softly pushing him down all the way into the mattress as Fujigaya bent down towards his neck, nipping the skin with his lips just the slightest. By the time he reached his earlobe the hand had moved to his pants, had them unzipped and opened, and it had slipped inside Hikaru's underwear to stroke him slowly, slowly. Fujigaya went back down his neck, stopped at the collarbone, and all while Hikaru shuddered and thrust beneath him, he sucked a mark into the skin.
"Taipi," he started, knowing that feeling quite well and also that the staff wouldn't be particularly happy about the result, but changed his mind before he continued, "get me out of those?" And Fujigaya let go, pulled the pants down and off, and before he knew anything else, he was down between his legs with lips and tongue, teasing to what felt like no end. Not until he had Hikaru whining and pulling on his short strands of hair he stopped, came back up face to face with him, pressing lips to his cheek.
"You got any-" he whispered, cut off by Hikaru's nodding. He rolled away, got on his knees as he rummaged around in a drawer, and by the time he shut it, he was pulled by his arm and guided onto the other's lap so that he was facing him, legs folded on each side of Fujigaya's. He leaned his head back against the wall as Hikaru kissed him again, heated and rushing, while he was handed the small tube Hikaru had gotten out of the drawer.
While Fujigaya was apparently busy trying to squeeze lube onto his hands and not the sheets and at the same time keep up with the kissing, Hikaru reached down between them, finding pants opened but still on, and slid his hand inside them. Wrapping it around Fujigaya's cock might not have sped up the progress of anything, but the reaction was worth the wait. It was Fujigaya's time to try and rub up against him, all but panting against Hikaru's lips. The click of the lid being put back on escaped Hikaru's mind, instead his legs just parted at the swift touch of a hand to his inner thigh. It was an almost surprised gasp he gave when Fujigaya's index finger rubbed against him, his other hand slightly pushing until Hikaru put his weight on his legs and rose up just a little. The finger slipped inside him, pushed slowly, carefully, and Hikaru braced an arm against the wall to lean his forehead against it, now that Fujigaya's lips were out of reach. As he let another finger accompany the first, Fujigaya leaned closer to Hikaru's chest, pressing kisses against it before closing in on one nipple, and from just above his head came a breathy moan.
Slowly, taking his time to almost tease, Fujigaya pushed his fingers in and out, adding more when Hikaru started pushing back against him. He was already panting softly against the wall above Fujigaya's head, grinding and twisting in his lap.
"I've waited for this," Fujigaya mumbled, "ever since that first time in the dressing room." He wriggled around a little beneath Hikaru, until he somehow managed to get his pants off as well.
Hikaru's breaths were shaky next to Fujigaya's ear as he was lowered down onto his cock, one hand gripping Fujigaya's shoulder tightly. No words, just silent searching for each other's lips, and a soft noise when Fujigaya gave a testing thrust upwards. From there they built a rhythm, kept it up as well as they could, until Hikaru's thighs started to give in and Fujigaya moved him onto his back instead. Fingers tangled in the blond hair, gently pulled his head just the slightest backwards, and Hikaru felt lips brush against his neck again. But not sucking, just brushing, breath heavy against the skin as his pace sped up, his fingers untangling from the strands of hair, but Hikaru kept his head in that position. The hand wrapped around his cock instead, stroking quick and erratic, but still enough to get Hikaru off just before he let go himself.
It was the sound of the doorbell that woke Hikaru up in the morning. It kept ringing as he hastily threw on a couple of pants, pulled on a tank top as he walked out of the bedroom.
"Sorry to make you wa-... Mom. Hi. What are you doing here?"
"I just thought I'd pop in to check how you were doing! Did you just wake up?" Silence. "It is past 12, you are aware of that aren't you?" She came inside, closed the door behind her, was just about to take off her shoes when she realized there already was an extra pair of them sitting in the hallway. "Do you have a visitor?"
"I..." he started, but it died away as his mother eyed him up and down a couple of times. Fuck, he should have at least brushed his hair.
"Is that a normal bruise, or...?" Maybe he should have put on something less revealing than a tank top as well.
"Hikaru?" a voice came from the bedroom. Great, now he's awake too.
"I'm coming, wait a minute!" If only his mother would realize he was actually kind of busy. She had always been the one telling him to take care of his guests, couldn't she give him the space to actually do that now?
"About last night... I think we forgot the cond-"
"Taisuke, shut up!" Hikaru cut him off, then turned to face his mother's scandalized face.
"'Last night'? Taisuke?"
"Mom it's not quite like that, the cast and staff of our drama had a night out and -"
"No no, not at all like that, I understand. Try to hide those", she pointed at the hickeys, "before you try to tell me that the next time, and I might believe you." She sighed. "I'll come by some other time, when you're not busy."
"Mom, it's really not..."
But Hikaru could tell from his mother's face that she didn't believe him.
Fujigaya/Yaotome (Kis-My-Ft2/Hey! Say! JUMP)
pwp, 2819 words, NC-17
Fujigaya is a tease, Hikaru is not complaining, Takimoto is curious and Tama is too into his role.
"So I heard Yuki likes boys", Fujigaya said as he walked by Hikaru, who was in the progress of getting changed. They had been the last to finish filming, only getting into their dressing room as Tamamori walked out the door with a "goodnight" that was a yawn more than anything else.
"And I heard Taipi himself does suspicious things with certain colleagues, so I wonder if he really has the right to judge Yuki", Hikaru countered, the end up his sentence muffled by the t-shirt he pulled over his head.
"Who said I was judging?"
"So you do, then?"
Fujigaya walked up behind him, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "You want to find out?". Hikaru shuddered, but when he turned around he wore his usual smile, implying it had all been a joke. He smiled back, then faced the wall as he took off his own shirt, and when he turned back, Hikaru was close to him again, looking suspiciously at him.
"Were you serious about that?" His eyes travelled from spot to spot on Fujigaya's face, as if unable to focus on anything. He stopped a little longer on his lips, barely noticeable, but yet. They formed a faint smirk, and Hikaru looked away again, blushing just the slightest.
"Go on." Just then, Hikaru was about to turn away, but Fujigaya grabbed him by the arm, pulled him back. Crashed their lips together. Although hesitant at first, Hikaru figured that if Fujigaya was on, then why should he back down? So he went all in, his hands coming to run up Fujigaya's chest just to end up locked in the back of his neck, kissing back just as intensely as he was getting it himself.
From there Fujigaya pulled Hikaru with him backwards, sitting down on a bench the staff had put by the wall. Somehow Hikaru managed to straddle his lap, legs on each side of him, folded against the hard surface. Their lips stayed together the whole while, trying, tasting, and Hikaru was not surprised to find Fujigaya's lips incredibly soft. Fingertips stroked along his bare back, then a pair of hands slipped into the back pockets of his jeans, and he gasped against Fujigaya, rocking his hips forward on reflex. That smirk formed once again, but he felt it rather than saw it, and his hands unlocked from around Fujigaya's neck to go straight for his pants instead.
The lips left Hikaru's, and instead they moved to his neck, just below his jaw, almost resting as his pockets were emptied and the hands snuck into the back of his pants instead. Again he gasped, forced Fujigaya's lips back to his own as he finally got the jeans open.
"Is there anyone here?" Takimoto called cheerfully, not waiting for an answer before barging in, knowing they had had more than enough time to get changed already. She had, however, not expected to find Hikaru and Fujigaya half undressed and working on it, especially not together. Especially not like that. Their heads cleared in a few seconds, Hikaru standing up and instantly turning away as he did, Fujigaya zipping up his pants as soon as Hikaru had gotten his hand out of them.
"We uhm..." Hikaru started, not even thinking about turning around to face his fellow actress.
"No, but I'll keep this a secret, I swear", she smiled, although neither of them were actually looking at her. "Just, maybe keep it off work?"
"I'm sorry about yesterday," Takimoto mumbled into her cup of coffee, making sure no one but Hikaru could hear her. She did seem apologetic, but that quickly changed to curiousness. "I had no idea you two were da-"
"That's because we're not," Hikaru hissed, hoping that she would leave it at that.
"No, of course you're not. What a scandal that would be. I never saw or heard anything!" She smiled enthusiatically. "It's okay Hikaru, I can keep a secret!" With that she rose up, handed her cup to a staff member and went off to the stylists.
"But I'm telling the truth..." he muttered to himself, shaking his head before he finished his own coffee. It was going to be a long day.
Fujigaya had never seemed shy, and to be honest, neither had Hikaru, but still it changed to become just the slightest bit different. He had no problems talking to his friend and colleague, looking him in the eyes as he did so, while Hikaru himself would break the eye contact as soon as he could. At first he figured Fujigaya acted like that because it hadn't meant anything - he couldn't honestly say it had to him either - but during the short lunch break there was definitely something new about him. Fujigaya looked more at him, smiled more, smiled differently, and Hikaru couldn't help but pay attention to the tongue that kept sweeping over Fujigaya's lips. He usually didn't do it that much, did he? His lower lip had become all puffed up from the extra attention, just like when -
"Hikaru, I think Hirano-san is calling for you again," Fujigaya said, voice casual, but meeting his eyes Hikaru saw that he had most certainly been caught staring.
As soon as the director called it a day Hikaru rushed off to get back into his own clothes, hoping to be done before Fujigaya had finished chatting with Tamamori.
"Are you in a hurry?" he was asked as soon as the two of them entered the room together.
"Yeah, I uhm, I've got something to do..." he mumbled back, then excused himself and left. Before the door closed he clearly heard Tamamori asking his friend exactly what he had done to him, and he also heard Fujigaya answer.
"Nothing special, why?"
It wasn't that he regretted it, but he had realized Fujigaya had set his eyes on him, and it made him feel odd. And then there was the other pair of eyes on them, the pair that belonged to Takimoto, who seemed to enjoy watching Hikaru being quite uncomfortable whenever Fujigaya came too close to him. Not because the closeness itself was uncomfortable, rather because he never was sure of what he was going to do to him. There were times he did nothing, and times where even Tamamori lifted an eyebrow and wondered what was going on.
Like that one time they had ended up wrestling playfully over something that was quite likely unimportant, and Fujigaya held Hikaru's wrists against the floor, leaning over him with a grin. But they stayed like that for a moment, just enough for Hikaru to realize exactly what they must be looking like, and stared up at Fujigaya. Who let him go after pressing a swift kiss to his nose. Face red, Hikaru jumped up, brushed off his clothes and turned around to find a giggling main actress in front of him.
"We finish early today, maybe you two should go home and take care of business instead of doing that here?" she suggested, to which Hikaru started stuttering out explanations, while Fujigaya just winked at her. Content, and very much so.
They didn't take care of any business, as expected. And Fujigaya kept teasing, getting bolder and bolder, until the unfortunate day Tamamori found them making out outside a bathroom stall. Hikaru's back pressed up against the wall, lips working enthusiastically, Fujigaya not caring enough to stop until Tamamori spoke.
"He's gorgeous with that hair but seriously Taipi, you might want to keep yourself under control. Just take him home after work, fuck him and be done with it." It annoyed Hikaru how nonchalant he sounded, like he who they were talking about wasn't actually present.
"Tama, don't get too into your role, he's kind of rude," Fujigaya responded, lips against a collarbone.
"... and when you do, don't put hickeys on him, you never know when they'll want him to run around topless again..."
"I'm present, thank you very much!" Hikaru cried out, untangling himself from Fujigaya's arms and went in front of the mirror to make sure his hair didn't look all too dishevelled.
Of course Fujigaya didn't bring him home just like that - and to be honest Hikaru wasn't sure he would have wanted that anyway. No, instead he invited himself over to Hikaru's place one night, after they had been out drinking with the cast and some staff members.
"I'll make sure Hikaru gets home safely," he had said, and everyone had just waved them off like it was completely normal of Fujigaya to go home with Hikaru. Tamamori hadn't even noticed - he was on the phone with someone who couldn't be anyone but Miyata. Takimoto on the other hand, not 20 yet and therefore sober, had suppressed a laugh when Fujigaya said his goodbye and Hikaru had to slap his not waving hand to stop it on it's way down to his ass. They got into a taxi, on the second try Hikaru gave him the correct address - he had just gotten his own apartment and the address of his family home was still the most familiar to his slightly drunken mind. Eventually they ended up at the right place, and with not so much trouble made it through the door.
"Taipi, what are you doing?" Hikaru mumbled to his shoes as he bent down to untie them, feeling a hand working on his pants already.
"Helping you," he got for an answer, to which Hikaru responded with a "how about you help yourself first".
"Nice place," Fujigaya commented, looking around as soon as both their shoes were off and they stepped further in.
"I thought you said you'd make sure I got home safely," Hikaru answered as they walked towards his bedroom, both knowing where this was going no matter what their conversation at the very moment was about.
"And I did, didn't I?"
"I'm not sure I'm safe with you being here."
"I'm not dangerous..." Fujigaya smiled, pulled Hikaru in against his chest and pressed his lips to his neck. "I promise."
"What if I don't believe you?"
"Then I guess I'll have to prove it."
By the time Hikaru's back hit the mattress their lips were hot against each other, with Hikaru's hands tangled in Fujigaya's short brown hair, his own blond strands falling back against a pillow. The tank top he was wearing was pushed up to allow Fujigaya's fingers to feel his chest and stomach, then come to rest on his waist, gripping his sides lightly as he ground his own hips down against him. Hikaru groaned, pushed back, then held still to wriggle himself out of his tank top while Fujigaya pulled his own t-shirt over his head. Then there was one hand on his chest, softly pushing him down all the way into the mattress as Fujigaya bent down towards his neck, nipping the skin with his lips just the slightest. By the time he reached his earlobe the hand had moved to his pants, had them unzipped and opened, and it had slipped inside Hikaru's underwear to stroke him slowly, slowly. Fujigaya went back down his neck, stopped at the collarbone, and all while Hikaru shuddered and thrust beneath him, he sucked a mark into the skin.
"Taipi," he started, knowing that feeling quite well and also that the staff wouldn't be particularly happy about the result, but changed his mind before he continued, "get me out of those?" And Fujigaya let go, pulled the pants down and off, and before he knew anything else, he was down between his legs with lips and tongue, teasing to what felt like no end. Not until he had Hikaru whining and pulling on his short strands of hair he stopped, came back up face to face with him, pressing lips to his cheek.
"You got any-" he whispered, cut off by Hikaru's nodding. He rolled away, got on his knees as he rummaged around in a drawer, and by the time he shut it, he was pulled by his arm and guided onto the other's lap so that he was facing him, legs folded on each side of Fujigaya's. He leaned his head back against the wall as Hikaru kissed him again, heated and rushing, while he was handed the small tube Hikaru had gotten out of the drawer.
While Fujigaya was apparently busy trying to squeeze lube onto his hands and not the sheets and at the same time keep up with the kissing, Hikaru reached down between them, finding pants opened but still on, and slid his hand inside them. Wrapping it around Fujigaya's cock might not have sped up the progress of anything, but the reaction was worth the wait. It was Fujigaya's time to try and rub up against him, all but panting against Hikaru's lips. The click of the lid being put back on escaped Hikaru's mind, instead his legs just parted at the swift touch of a hand to his inner thigh. It was an almost surprised gasp he gave when Fujigaya's index finger rubbed against him, his other hand slightly pushing until Hikaru put his weight on his legs and rose up just a little. The finger slipped inside him, pushed slowly, carefully, and Hikaru braced an arm against the wall to lean his forehead against it, now that Fujigaya's lips were out of reach. As he let another finger accompany the first, Fujigaya leaned closer to Hikaru's chest, pressing kisses against it before closing in on one nipple, and from just above his head came a breathy moan.
Slowly, taking his time to almost tease, Fujigaya pushed his fingers in and out, adding more when Hikaru started pushing back against him. He was already panting softly against the wall above Fujigaya's head, grinding and twisting in his lap.
"I've waited for this," Fujigaya mumbled, "ever since that first time in the dressing room." He wriggled around a little beneath Hikaru, until he somehow managed to get his pants off as well.
Hikaru's breaths were shaky next to Fujigaya's ear as he was lowered down onto his cock, one hand gripping Fujigaya's shoulder tightly. No words, just silent searching for each other's lips, and a soft noise when Fujigaya gave a testing thrust upwards. From there they built a rhythm, kept it up as well as they could, until Hikaru's thighs started to give in and Fujigaya moved him onto his back instead. Fingers tangled in the blond hair, gently pulled his head just the slightest backwards, and Hikaru felt lips brush against his neck again. But not sucking, just brushing, breath heavy against the skin as his pace sped up, his fingers untangling from the strands of hair, but Hikaru kept his head in that position. The hand wrapped around his cock instead, stroking quick and erratic, but still enough to get Hikaru off just before he let go himself.
It was the sound of the doorbell that woke Hikaru up in the morning. It kept ringing as he hastily threw on a couple of pants, pulled on a tank top as he walked out of the bedroom.
"Sorry to make you wa-... Mom. Hi. What are you doing here?"
"I just thought I'd pop in to check how you were doing! Did you just wake up?" Silence. "It is past 12, you are aware of that aren't you?" She came inside, closed the door behind her, was just about to take off her shoes when she realized there already was an extra pair of them sitting in the hallway. "Do you have a visitor?"
"I..." he started, but it died away as his mother eyed him up and down a couple of times. Fuck, he should have at least brushed his hair.
"Is that a normal bruise, or...?" Maybe he should have put on something less revealing than a tank top as well.
"Hikaru?" a voice came from the bedroom. Great, now he's awake too.
"I'm coming, wait a minute!" If only his mother would realize he was actually kind of busy. She had always been the one telling him to take care of his guests, couldn't she give him the space to actually do that now?
"About last night... I think we forgot the cond-"
"Taisuke, shut up!" Hikaru cut him off, then turned to face his mother's scandalized face.
"'Last night'? Taisuke?"
"Mom it's not quite like that, the cast and staff of our drama had a night out and -"
"No no, not at all like that, I understand. Try to hide those", she pointed at the hickeys, "before you try to tell me that the next time, and I might believe you." She sighed. "I'll come by some other time, when you're not busy."
"Mom, it's really not..."
But Hikaru could tell from his mother's face that she didn't believe him.