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Nikaido/Senga
100 words x 3, R
“Do you think we can borrow these?” Senga gets startled by the sudden voice in his ear but he keeps his noises down since the hand groping him through his pants can only be Nikaido's. “Your ass looks so damn good in them.”
“We can get replicas?” he tries, but Nikaido is already pushing him towards the dressing room bathroom.
“Takes too long.” As soon as the door is closed behind them Nikaido swiftly undoes and pushes down Senga's pants; he hears him do the same to himself and doesn't turn around to look. “Let's just do it here then.”
Nikaido stretches him in record time without hurting him (his voice breathed hot onto his skin quickens the process), and Senga doesn't even ask where he got the lube from, just holds onto the sink to stay on his feet.
“Kento, I'm so hard,” he all but moans against the back of his neck; Senga rolls his hips back against intruding fingers that abruptly get pulled away.
“Did you even lock the door?” he groans, but Nikaido is too busy lubing himself up to answer, and once he's done he without a word pulls Senga's hips back for easier access.
“I thought you were going?” Kitayama lifts an eyebrow when Miyata shuts the door to the bathroom only a second after he just entered, although he sees on his face that the state of said room must be the problem.
“Somewhere else,” he mutters, like Kitayama had thought, but the reason isn't clear until he continues, “wherever those two aren't fucking.”
“Oh.” It's obvious which two he's talking about, and Kitayama decides not to mention that he understands why Nikaido can't keep his hands off Senga after today's music video shoot (or that he wouldn't mind switching places with him).
Nikaido/Senga
100 words x 3, R
“Do you think we can borrow these?” Senga gets startled by the sudden voice in his ear but he keeps his noises down since the hand groping him through his pants can only be Nikaido's. “Your ass looks so damn good in them.”
“We can get replicas?” he tries, but Nikaido is already pushing him towards the dressing room bathroom.
“Takes too long.” As soon as the door is closed behind them Nikaido swiftly undoes and pushes down Senga's pants; he hears him do the same to himself and doesn't turn around to look. “Let's just do it here then.”
Nikaido stretches him in record time without hurting him (his voice breathed hot onto his skin quickens the process), and Senga doesn't even ask where he got the lube from, just holds onto the sink to stay on his feet.
“Kento, I'm so hard,” he all but moans against the back of his neck; Senga rolls his hips back against intruding fingers that abruptly get pulled away.
“Did you even lock the door?” he groans, but Nikaido is too busy lubing himself up to answer, and once he's done he without a word pulls Senga's hips back for easier access.
“I thought you were going?” Kitayama lifts an eyebrow when Miyata shuts the door to the bathroom only a second after he just entered, although he sees on his face that the state of said room must be the problem.
“Somewhere else,” he mutters, like Kitayama had thought, but the reason isn't clear until he continues, “wherever those two aren't fucking.”
“Oh.” It's obvious which two he's talking about, and Kitayama decides not to mention that he understands why Nikaido can't keep his hands off Senga after today's music video shoot (or that he wouldn't mind switching places with him).
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i mean
i don't like this. i don't like asses. who are they. damn.
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and who needs locked doors? As if he wouldn't have forgotten this on purpose :P
and I love Mitsu's reaction at the end XD
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Maybe Nika felt like he needed to show who Senga belongs to. D;