"fanfict" calling [aiba / Yoko]
Titolo: calling
Autrice: LadyNorthstar
Pairing: Aiba/Yoko
Raiting: PWP
Tipologia: one-shot
Warning: crossdressing, facial, role-play...
Summary: durante le riprese di "The Quiz Show" Aiba-chan decides to make a visit to Sho, but since it is involved, please note that it is a bit 'that he and Yoko did not pass the quality time with his dear friend ... and nothing good can come from two men very little aware of the limits imposed by morality and locked in a dressing room.
"Ohayou! "Aiba had peeped into the dressing room of Yoko, with a backpack on his shoulders, slipped only one shoulder strap, and a happy smile on his face. "It 'a bit' that we do not see, ne?"
"Masaki! Oh, what are you doing here? "
Kimitaka raised eyes from the PSP, which was playing an hour of good, trying to somehow bind the deep abyss of boredom from a scene in which it served and the other. The arrival of a member of Arashi was certainly a happy event for him at that time.
"I went to greet Sho, and I went to do a jump on you too, since it is so busy chest ~! "Was entered, closing the door behind her and throwing her bag on the one hand, to go and put up a wooden stool, abandoned in a corner near the scene of his clothes hangers. "He has a lot of scenes ... but you relaxed as usual, I? "
" For I now have little to do ... for now! "Retorted immediately Yokoyama, putting the PSP in its case, thus extending a Pocky at Masaki. "You?"
"Thank you ~!"
... is truly a century since we've seen only two of us ... "He then suddenly said
Yoko, thoughtful, breaking the silence broken only by short clips of Pocky between the teeth of Masaki.
... yes ... "Aiba had swallowed, so that meter had walked away from him and Yoko had just embraced, holding your stomach, standing in front of him ... so, out of blank. "I'm sorry for not having done so much to hear, Kimi-chan ..."
"Never mind, we are much more committed than you Arashi, na? The work leaves little time for anything else ... "He replied calmly
Yoko, settling with his cheek against the belly of Aiba, embrace and enjoy free, that gesture is unjustified and pleasant.
"I want to make you forgive me somehow ... whaaaaaa, what would I do, what could I ~? "He was chanting with a chuckle
Masaki, to ward off the moment of embarrassment.
"I do not know ~! Though I would have remembered something ~! "
had replied in the same tone, Yoko, returning the embrace of the boy.
"Type?"
Aiba had slid a hand through his hair Yoko, messing with wealth, running his fingers through the hair, while waiting for a response.
"Type ... here there are so many costumes, you know, temporary dressing room, full of useless stuff ~! "
Masaki had turned to bulging of the hangers costumes of any kind. Yes, the dressing rooms were always a temporary pit, but this mess could turn to his advantage, no?
"I locked the door of the dressing room before I guess ..." He pointed out
Aiba, bending kissing, touching just with your own, full lips of Kimitaka.
"I'm going to close ... Meanwhile, you see that inspires you ... "The proposed
Yoko, away on its own with a slight tap, then go to tighten the entrance to the dressing room. He felt behind him Aiba rummage through the clothes.
"What do I do, wait here until you have decided on punishment?"
Yoko was stretched while formulating the question, so he loosened his tie, from neck to sfilarsela.
"Yes, yes, I tell you when you look back ... while continues to undress ~! "It was the response
Masaki, who was accumulated in a heap on the floor a number of possible options.
Kimitaka had unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, then he undid one button at a time, starting from the bottom, and had laid on a lonely chair by the door. He was released the belt, he had marched his shoes, and socks. He was stripped of his trousers, bending and posandoli the chair, and finally was left alone with the green striped boxers participating ... not exactly the best underwear with which to be seen around, but he was sure that Aiba not put themselves better.
"Ok, come here ..." He then said Masaki
, with a bundle of clothes in his arms, motioning with his head. Yokoyama had reached, by studying the pile of clothes, already guessing what it was.
"I had to wait ..."
"Well, there were ..."
"I'm complaining mica? ~ Give me that! "
Kimitaka had taken the clothes from the hands of Aiba and had them placed on the coffee trick, placing them in an orderly manner, and starting to wear them.
"I turn away, ok ~?" She giggled with excitement
Masaki, with his back to Yoko, gloating. He had suddenly remembered why he and Kimitaka had always gotten along: neither had ever had the slightest problem to embark on cabbage general. Compared to
liters of alcohol had to drink to Satoshi or hours of persuasion costs Sho, Yoko was really easy to get to roughly do anything: even though it was very embarrassing ... or very stupid.
"You did?" He asked waiting impatiently
Aiba, barely resisting the temptation to turn to peek.
"Wait just one moment ... the zipper and I are having a difference of opinion ... "
" Suuuuuuu sbrigatiiiii "He whined
Masaki, swaying on the spot.
"Ok, ok, there are ... okay, you can turn around ... "Aiba
had turned with a jump, style PAN Maru, then launches a urletto of appreciation.
Yoko was wearing a school uniform: a white blouse with a red tie at the collar, covered with a large cream-colored wool sweater from the loose sleeves, which protruded from the Scottish long pleated skirt just enough to cover the groin , all complemented by a pair of loose socks and a series of colored paper clips as best hairdresser hair of the boy, in order to make more than women.
"Hi ~! Kimiko desu! "
He had Yoko in falsetto, making the V sign with his fingers as he said and lay a young girl, with legs a bit 'to X. Masaki
had passed his lips, and had taken a step toward him, put their hands on his shoulders, a little light in the eyes unambiguous.
"What's up, onii-san?" He continued
Yoko, always imitating his voice, bending a little 'knees to be able to watch from below Aiba, her hands curled in the chest and the air is a puppy.
"There you are very pretty, Kimiko-chan ..." The
Masaki replied, pulling him to himself, wrapping the waist with one arm, a finger under his chin.
"Wha, what are you saying ~" He had done
Kimitaka mock embarrassment, just giggling, as she began to feel the excitement to come forward, in the form of small shiver that ran through the back.
"I say fuck you ..." Aiba
She had whispered in his ear, making the boy wince for a moment, he had to muster his control to be able to chant a "Onii- san, do not say these things! "
" I want to be honest with you, Kimiko-chan ... "He replied calmly
Masaki, Yoko down to kiss on the neck, just below the ear, then down, with brief but intense kiss, placing his lips on the skin moist with hot boy and then left, breathing on its own track shiny with saliva. Kimitaka was doing somersaults for no groaning.
O-onii-san ... "He stuttered
Yoko, trying to conceal his state of dotage total erotic, and the response was Masaki put your hands under her skirt, giving it a full buttocks palpated .
"What a beautiful ass you have, Kimiko-chan ~!" He had a tone of amused
Aiba, taking your fingers to knead the buttocks is not too firm Yoko, fun to see her gasps and shudders as he did his . The was so tight on him that seemed to want to merge their two bodies into one identity.
"You take off your panties, Kimiko-chan?"
did not matter much to any of the two that were not in fact her panties panties, if Yoko was the fashion shows, to drop down by holding down the skirt with a hand protectively.
"~ What are you doing?"
Aiba had taken his hand and had moved away, so she slipped a hand between the legs of Yoko, a little below the limit of her skirt and began to climb slowly, touching the thighs of boy as he neared the goal, ripping a few ill-concealed sobs. Eventually she came to his hand stroking the area between the buttocks of Kimitaka and sex, tickling with your fingers ... Yokoyama was emitting sounds that were very encouraging as regards the continuation of that operation.
When he had slid a finger between the buttocks of the boy immediately to meet the entry, then he had heard of Yoko shake hands immediately upon his shoulders, and had seen strong biting his lower lip, eyes closed, cheeks in flames.
"You like that I touch you here, Kimiko-chan, ne?" Aiba
He said with a chuckle, rubbing in the ring finger button of muscles, by chirping the other guy.
"Onii-san, it's embarrassing ~!" He whined
Yoko, while the finger continued to rub Masaki, making it difficult to continue its recitation.
"Quiet, Kimiko-chan, leave everything to your onii-san, I will bring you so many times that he could think of anyone but me for the rest of your life"
At these words the process of total loss of self of Kimitaka was completed: it was narrow and had more to Aiba grumble: "I want my onii-san makes me think only and only to him for the rest of my life .. .. " Masaki
had just smile, then its stock had recovered to hook a leg lengthening by the shoulder, and had grabbed her, placing it on the coffee trick and start to rummage inside. There had been a long time before deciding what he wanted.
"What's that, onii-san?" She asked with feigned innocence
Yoko Aiba watching as you squeeze a bit 'of clear gel on your fingers.
"It 's one thing you need to make you suffer so much and just enjoy ..." Masaki
He explained with a smile, then, rising with arm behind his back to the place that Yoko from below, reached again entry, reaching with a finger.
Kimitaka had jumped, clinging close to him.
"Onii-chan ~!" was mumbling in a trance, breathing hard against his shoulder Aiba, while the boy was moving fast finger in and out of his body, making him jump every time he entered. "Onii-chan, it hurts!"
"Shhhh, now stop, quiet, Kimiko-chan ... Your onii-san would never do anything if you were not sure you will enjoy, you know, ne? "
Yoko nodded, his breathing irregular and interrupted by moans, while trade with the crotch for Aiba free his erection, she felt pressing hard for a while 'against his own body. Aiba
he had realized and had helped him with his free hand, while had stopped coming with the pounding rhythm guy, but it was limiting to move fast your finger inside him, making him jump and making it difficult to even stand up straight.
finally managed to release their own sex from the cloth of his trousers, and Yoko took him in hand, pretending hesitated, twirling the tip of your fingers. Masaki
had smiled and had squeezed a bit 'of lubricant on the fingers of Kimitaka, making particular also on his erection, earning an eye contact with Yoko that was almost enough to make him lose his desire to continue with the pleasantries to switch instantly to the point.
"cover it well, Kimiko-chan, or your onii-san could you after bad, get it? "
Yokoyama nodded and began to masturbate sex with Aiba's decision, while the boy had added a second finger on the first scissor kick and now I was inside him, making her knees getting weaker.
"Onii-san ..." he finally sighed Kimitaka, now unable to stand over that situation. "Onii-san, I want you to enjoy now ..."
Masaki smiled and kissed him voraciously, pulling his fingers from within him to be able to tighten as he did to himself.
"Okay, Kimiko-chan ... Your onii-san will make you taste what means getting fucked seriously ... "
Yokoyama was a thrill to be crossed again, and it was only able to mumble a" Yes please, do it. "Aiba before grabbing it by turning and bending, with his elbows on the table and makeup mirror two inches from your nose. Kimitaka had not even had time to settle in that position that he had heard the erection Masaki button with a push to force a dry entry, and a strangled cry sprang from his lips.
"This is the cock of your onii-san, Kimiko-chan ... do you like? "
Yoko was too busy staring at the contorted expression of excitement and pain its reflection in order to respond immediately. Only after a while he managed to put together coherent words.
"Yeah .. Yes, I like ... "
" Brava Kimiko-chan ... "Aiba
had caressed her thighs, making you scroll through the backs of your hands with delight on the legs made from rough goose bumps that had hair stand on end every body Yokoyama. So he had placed on her buttocks, kneading it for good, tirandovi a couple of slaps, just for the pleasure of seeing the milky complexion Kimitaka be purple.
"Onii-chan ~"
He mumbled in a tone of supplication Yoko, prostrate, but his eyes attracted by its reflex. It was not served that compounded else at that call, because Aiba had immediately started to push inside of him. First
were not pushed too fast and not too deep, to accustom the body to invasion by Yokoyama, and had become increasingly frantic and increasingly deep.
Kimitaka Aiba and groaned in unison, both haunted by his reflection in the mirror, slightly tarnished by the heavy breathing of Yoko, her clothes stuck to their sweaty bodies, faces red with excitement. Masaki
tried swollen nipples through the fabric of the uniform Yoko, pinching and rubbing between your fingers, pulling them, making almost screaming with pleasure the boy, dragging it in great orgasm without even touching of the erection of Kimitaka that dripped pre-cum wetting the very short skirt of the uniform.
Yokoyama came with a kind of roar of ecstasy, pushing with all his force against the body of Aiba, to make the deepest penetration possible that last, to enjoy all of the sex of the friend within.
Aiba had stopped, allowing him to use up the last drops of that thrilling moment of pleasure, and then slowly slip out from within him.
Yokoyama had fallen to his knees, holding on to the least worse, clinging to the table, panting.
"Did you liked, Kimiko-chan? "Masaki
He asked, running his fingers through his hair damp and tousled Yoko.
"Yeah .." replied the boy turned to Aiba, always leaning on the table as a crutch, not sure of being able to free up Sare. "But onii-chan, you ..."
Masaki smiled and was faced with Kimitaka, the tip of his erection resting against the lips of the boy. Yokoyama had said nothing, was only open his mouth enough to let wriggling into the hot sex and smeared with lubricant Masaki, then close them around her lips. Won
disgust began early to suck it up, titillated playing with her tongue inside of his mouth, breaking sighs of appreciation to another boy, who had sunk his fingers through his hair and pressed and released in short spasms. Masaki
had let go, it left a lot to do ', until you reach the extreme limit of endurance, so it was suddenly pulled from his mouth, holding the head of Kimitaka with both hands, right in time because his seed splashing all the boy's face.
Yoko had closed his eyes, but felt the viscous liquid and caldiccio colargli along the lines of the face, slip between his lips ... if he was licking, so she rubbed the sleeve of her sweater over her eyes, to make sure you open them.
"Onii-chan BAKA!"
He blurted out, tsukkomando sex Masaki still hard and making it bend in pain.
"Ah! You made me very badly ~! "It was the whining
reaction Aiba, crouched on the ground in pain.
"Are you you're stupid! Now they have to make my makeup again! "
Masaki Yokoyama had set eyes, and had only briefly looked at. Then they both burst out laughing.
"Ok, ok, I'll help you clean up now ... and sorry for the trick ... "He said
Masaki, including a burst of laughter and the other, while Yoko was lying on the ground, svaccato, deprived of the desire to do anything.
"You also do well ... to make you forgive all 'I'm past without even calling a time ... "
" Well, you could call you too ... "
" You're the one who must find the holes occupied free, not me! "
They laughed again.
They laughed a bit 'less Yokoyama when he realized to have fouled a sperm costume that probably someone would have to use sooner or later ... but Aiba was brilliantly solved staining ink pen, so that you see.
"So wash it sure ... "
" So if the throw does not go away ... ""...."
Masaki had covered her mouth with one hand, mortified, and it was only Kimitaka managed to sigh: "Aibak ... name was never more appropriate "
I hope you enjoyed ~
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