Fic: All That Remains
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cloversworldTitle: All That Remains
Series: Bedmates - 7
Author: clover71
Fandom: Uta no Prince-sama
Pairing: Jinguji Ren/ Hijirikawa Masato
Rating: R
Word Count: 920
Description: Written for the word prompt 'dance' from the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1drabble theme
Warnings: adult content, frottage
A/N: Title comes from the (English-translated) lyrics of ‘Most Fortissimo’ sung by Hijirikawa Masato [C.V. Suzumura Kenichi]
Summary & Disclaimer: see MASTER POST
It was late. Masato didn’t have a watch on and hadn’t thought of checking the clock at the dorm lobby, but he was pretty sure it was almost eleven in the evening.
After spending a good five hours practicing for their dance exam with Otoya and Natsuki, Masato took a quick shower then headed off to the waterfalls where he often meditate. Then he paid his grandfather a visit. What better way to spend the weekend, right?
The room was blanketed in partial darkness when he stepped inside; the light from the half moon shining through the window was the only source of radiance. It was quiet. Quiet enough for Masato to presume that Ren was either out with some girl or was already asleep. He didn’t bother glancing over to his roommate’s side, just turned to his half and had one foot on the tatami mat when a voice tore through the silence.
“You know,” Ren started in that deep, irritatingly sexy drawl, “you avoiding me shouldn’t have been a big deal. I shouldn’t particularly care. You did that once, shut me out of your life without so much of an explanation. I’m used to it, totally immune to your cold shoulders. But I’m a little baffled myself why it bothers me so much.”
Masato had no response to offer, wasn’t even sure whether Ren expected one. Ren’s rather blunt confession seized any coherent thoughts that might have been floating in his head.
“Then you just had to kiss me.” There was something different about Ren that Masato couldn’t put his finger on. Just that this Ren seemed vulnerable, too open, too honest. It scared him. He couldn’t help but wonder if Ren was talking in his sleep, or if he was drunk but he sure didn’t sound like it.
“You kissed me first,” spilled out – soft, almost inaudible – and Masato cursed at how the filter between his brain and his mouth weren’t working.
“Did you say something?” Ren was suddenly behind him.
Masato spun around, surprised to see Ren so close that he attempted to take a step back but Ren held him in place, hands wrapped around his arms. With the little dignity he had left, Masato took a deep breath and allowed everything that was locked in his chest to unfurl. “You kissed me first, you insufferable jerk. And since then I couldn’t get you out of my mind. You. The kiss. Everything about you had been haunting me. The least you could do was leave me alone. But no. You did exactly the opposite.”
A sliver of light touched Ren’s face that Masato could now see the corners of Ren’s mouth curled in a twisted smile. “Are you implying that you’ve fallen for me, Hijirikawa?” This was the usual Ren, the self-centered, arrogant prick that made Masato’s hackles rise.
Masato preferred this Ren because with this Ren, it was easier to put up his defenses. “You and your asinine interpretation, Jinguji. I didn’t say anything about—“
Ren’s lips were suddenly on his, slightly parted but with little pressure. Before Masato could react, Ren pulled back and said, “No more running away, Hijirikawa. I think it’s about time we stop dancing to different music.”
“I—“ was all Masato managed to utter and Ren was kissing him again, this time with such ferocity that made Masato weak all over. He hardly noticed Ren was pushing him until the back of his legs hit the edge of the tatami mat on his side of the room.
The next thing he knew he was lying flat on his back, Ren on top of him, one hand cupping his cheek while the other roamed all over his body. Down to the front of his pants. Undoing the button. The zipper. Then that sinful hand was rubbing him to full hardness.
A low, throaty sound vibrated from Masato’s throat, slipping past his lips in a sensual moan when Ren’s mouth moved, sucking little kisses along Masato’s jaw.
“Fuck, Masato. Fuck,” Ren growled, diving in for Masato’s neck this time, latching on to the pulse point that made Masato’s whole body tingle, his toes curling.
“Jinguji,” Masato rasped. He could feel Ren’s hardness against his thigh. And he wants to feel more. More, more, more.
As if Ren read his mind, his hand reached down between them, presumably to undo his own pants while his mouth continued to leave burning kisses all over Masato’s neck.
Then Ren’s hand was on the hem of his underwear, pushing down the fabric, fingers curling around his erection. When he felt Ren’s cock pressed against his own, skin to skin, Oh fuck, Masato nearly screamed.
Ren started moving, their cocks creating friction, hot and burning, and it was so good. So, so good. So good that his mind kept spinning and spinning, lost in the gratifying sensation.
Then they were moving in synch, like a perfectly choreographed dance, slow and sensuous and mind-blowing, until Masato reached the peak, his body seizing, pinpricks of pleasure rushing down his crotch. And he was coming.
It wasn’t long before he felt the warmth of Ren’s seed against his skin, hot and sticky.
“Shit, Hijirikawa,” came Ren’s gravelly voice. “We should do this more often.”
Lucky for Ren, Masato was still riding the orgasm that he couldn’t find the strength to throw back a snide remark. Instead, Masato pressed his palm against the back of Ren’s neck. Ren took the cue and laid his head on Masato’s shoulder.
Series: Bedmates - 7
Author: clover71
Fandom: Uta no Prince-sama
Pairing: Jinguji Ren/ Hijirikawa Masato
Rating: R
Word Count: 920
Description: Written for the word prompt 'dance' from the
1drabble themeWarnings: adult content, frottage
A/N: Title comes from the (English-translated) lyrics of ‘Most Fortissimo’ sung by Hijirikawa Masato [C.V. Suzumura Kenichi]
Summary & Disclaimer: see MASTER POST
It was late. Masato didn’t have a watch on and hadn’t thought of checking the clock at the dorm lobby, but he was pretty sure it was almost eleven in the evening.
After spending a good five hours practicing for their dance exam with Otoya and Natsuki, Masato took a quick shower then headed off to the waterfalls where he often meditate. Then he paid his grandfather a visit. What better way to spend the weekend, right?
The room was blanketed in partial darkness when he stepped inside; the light from the half moon shining through the window was the only source of radiance. It was quiet. Quiet enough for Masato to presume that Ren was either out with some girl or was already asleep. He didn’t bother glancing over to his roommate’s side, just turned to his half and had one foot on the tatami mat when a voice tore through the silence.
“You know,” Ren started in that deep, irritatingly sexy drawl, “you avoiding me shouldn’t have been a big deal. I shouldn’t particularly care. You did that once, shut me out of your life without so much of an explanation. I’m used to it, totally immune to your cold shoulders. But I’m a little baffled myself why it bothers me so much.”
Masato had no response to offer, wasn’t even sure whether Ren expected one. Ren’s rather blunt confession seized any coherent thoughts that might have been floating in his head.
“Then you just had to kiss me.” There was something different about Ren that Masato couldn’t put his finger on. Just that this Ren seemed vulnerable, too open, too honest. It scared him. He couldn’t help but wonder if Ren was talking in his sleep, or if he was drunk but he sure didn’t sound like it.
“You kissed me first,” spilled out – soft, almost inaudible – and Masato cursed at how the filter between his brain and his mouth weren’t working.
“Did you say something?” Ren was suddenly behind him.
Masato spun around, surprised to see Ren so close that he attempted to take a step back but Ren held him in place, hands wrapped around his arms. With the little dignity he had left, Masato took a deep breath and allowed everything that was locked in his chest to unfurl. “You kissed me first, you insufferable jerk. And since then I couldn’t get you out of my mind. You. The kiss. Everything about you had been haunting me. The least you could do was leave me alone. But no. You did exactly the opposite.”
A sliver of light touched Ren’s face that Masato could now see the corners of Ren’s mouth curled in a twisted smile. “Are you implying that you’ve fallen for me, Hijirikawa?” This was the usual Ren, the self-centered, arrogant prick that made Masato’s hackles rise.
Masato preferred this Ren because with this Ren, it was easier to put up his defenses. “You and your asinine interpretation, Jinguji. I didn’t say anything about—“
Ren’s lips were suddenly on his, slightly parted but with little pressure. Before Masato could react, Ren pulled back and said, “No more running away, Hijirikawa. I think it’s about time we stop dancing to different music.”
“I—“ was all Masato managed to utter and Ren was kissing him again, this time with such ferocity that made Masato weak all over. He hardly noticed Ren was pushing him until the back of his legs hit the edge of the tatami mat on his side of the room.
The next thing he knew he was lying flat on his back, Ren on top of him, one hand cupping his cheek while the other roamed all over his body. Down to the front of his pants. Undoing the button. The zipper. Then that sinful hand was rubbing him to full hardness.
A low, throaty sound vibrated from Masato’s throat, slipping past his lips in a sensual moan when Ren’s mouth moved, sucking little kisses along Masato’s jaw.
“Fuck, Masato. Fuck,” Ren growled, diving in for Masato’s neck this time, latching on to the pulse point that made Masato’s whole body tingle, his toes curling.
“Jinguji,” Masato rasped. He could feel Ren’s hardness against his thigh. And he wants to feel more. More, more, more.
As if Ren read his mind, his hand reached down between them, presumably to undo his own pants while his mouth continued to leave burning kisses all over Masato’s neck.
Then Ren’s hand was on the hem of his underwear, pushing down the fabric, fingers curling around his erection. When he felt Ren’s cock pressed against his own, skin to skin, Oh fuck, Masato nearly screamed.
Ren started moving, their cocks creating friction, hot and burning, and it was so good. So, so good. So good that his mind kept spinning and spinning, lost in the gratifying sensation.
Then they were moving in synch, like a perfectly choreographed dance, slow and sensuous and mind-blowing, until Masato reached the peak, his body seizing, pinpricks of pleasure rushing down his crotch. And he was coming.
It wasn’t long before he felt the warmth of Ren’s seed against his skin, hot and sticky.
“Shit, Hijirikawa,” came Ren’s gravelly voice. “We should do this more often.”
Lucky for Ren, Masato was still riding the orgasm that he couldn’t find the strength to throw back a snide remark. Instead, Masato pressed his palm against the back of Ren’s neck. Ren took the cue and laid his head on Masato’s shoulder.