His shirt is only half off when the door to the bathroom opens. He's too focused on his own thoughts about everything that being in Timelesz means. His own feelings as he watches exchanges between different groups of people.
Maybe it's the way that Hara leans forward, whispering something in Tera's ear with his hand on his ass that has Tera falter for a second, flustered, before saying something back that gets Hara's grin to practically split his face.
Maybe it's the way that Fuma's hands linger on Hara in ways that he really can't say is just friendly banter. Or the way they've entered at the same time, a little disheveled.
Maybe it's the way that Masaki leaned into Sou, whispering something into his ear, face practically pressed into the crook of his neck, hand slipped into the waistband of his sweats when he thought no one was looking, and the pleased little look that Sou could see on him back.
Actually, it was definitely the last one, as Shino nearly forgets that he has a shirt he's in the process of taking off as he thinks about the heated way Masaki's eyes looked and the way he purses his lips and-
"...Are you...stuck?" Masaki calls out from across the room, and Shino quickly rushes to take his shirt all the way off and turn around.
"....No. I was....thinking about....." He turns around to be met face to face with Masaki, who's just dry enough that he's slipped on a pair of briefs. He blinks dumbly, letting his gaze trail over the other's body. Shino has no doubts about any of the reasons Masaki was picked. He was gorgeous and an amazing singer. And charismatic. And funny. And Shino isn't sure if he'd look better on his knees, lips wrapped around his dick, or if Shino wants to be on his knees, watching his lips part and eyes roll back as Shino devours him.
Honestly, he expects the other to call him out on the fact that he's staring like he's never seen a half-naked guy before. He has, but he's blaming the adrenaline in his system and all the ways he's seen all the members touch each other lately.
When he finally looks back up to Masaki's face, he's met with a look that's equal parts smug and curious.
"....I'd ask if you like what you see, but uh. I can tell that you do." Masaki laughs, not unkindly, a hand covering his mouth as he watches Shino scramble to cross his legs and try to hide the obvious erection in his sweat pants. He's not shy. Not usually. Not in this.
"....Is it a problem that I do?" He asks as he puts himself back together. It's not that he isn't nervous. One wrong move and he'd mess this up for everyone, wouldn't he? But...something in his gut tells him that it's fine, and he's never gone wrong trusting that before.
"No. Not at all..." Masaki tilts his head, giving him a look that makes Shino feel like he's going to be devoured. The look falters for a moment as Masaki shifts his attention away, a hint of nerves overtaking him. "....wasn't sure if it'd be a problem with you. Didn't know if you'd be interested."
That has Shino blinking a few times. He supposes it's not obvious where his preferences lie, looking at him. Back when he played volleyball, the other members said he was the straightest-looking one of all of them. He never wants to assume about anyone, and so he guesses no one should assume anything about him. But...is that the final barrier between him and some of the other members? That they don't think he's interested?
"You're gorgeous," Shino says in that blunt and honest way that he does, which has Masaki snapping back to him, cheeks a slightly darker color. "Sexy. Like you were made for this....fine like I'd like nothing more to kiss every inch of you and map out every one of your beauty marks."
That has Masaki stumbling over and covering his mouth with his hands, eyes wide and scandalized.
"You can't just-" He starts, but struggles to find out what he wants to say. Biting his lips, he looks to the side, and when Shino shifts his gaze downwards, he can tell Masaki's definitely interested in what he has to say. "You're so straightforward." Masaki manages to spit out, looking a little overwhelmed. "But also just....so well spoken sometimes? I just don't get it."
When Shino blinks a few times, confused, unable to really say anything back because his mouth is covered, Masaki lets out a tch before looking towards him.
"How did you not have a girlfriend before joining? You're like every college girl's dream. Smart. Straightforward. Dedicated. You could have graduated from university, worked your way up to making money as some ceo, had a beautiful wife, and a few kids. But you're here. I don't really get it. I'm here because well...." Masaki scowls, letting his hand drop, turning, and running his hand through his hair.
"Because you want to be an idol." Shino takes a step to be in his line of sight, tilting his head and giving him that look that makes Masaki feel like, with him on his side, they really could do anything. "Because you want to make people happy. Because you want to be that person who lets someone survive another day. Like me. And because finally, someone saw how brilliant you shine and let you do what you were made to do."
Masaki scrunches up his nose and looks to the side again, cheeks heating up. "I think it's unfair how you can just say things like that, and also..." He trails off, his face turning a darker shade and muttering to himself to forget about it.
"....And also....?" Shino prods him, and when Masaki refuses to elaborate, Shino pokes his cheek a few times, until Masaki smacks his finger away, turning around so his back is to him.
"Well. Your mouth....is good at other things? I mean. The way you can just down an entire bottle of water without any issue at all...."
"Oh. The fact that I don't have a gag reflex at all. Yeah, my volleyball team used to say I was a legend with that...." Shino mumbles, thinking back to when he used to play.
Masaki spins on his heels, looking at him with wide eyes. "Wait. Wait. Wait. Like. Just how fast you could drink water or.....or....were you...." He sputters, trying to word what he wants to say while Shino blinks a few times at him, unable to immediately tell what he's being asked.
"....Was I? I mean, I could drink water the fastest?" Shino hums, but the way Masaki's back of his neck to his ears is starting to turn pink, he can read between the lines. "Oh. You mean if I ever gave any of them a blow job, right?" Masaki lets out a sound and goes to cover his mouth, looking around frantically like anyone was going to hear them. If anyone did, it'd be another member, which he was figuring out really didn't matter. Shino shifts his head to the side and grabs Masaki's wrist. "I did. I'm pretty good at it."
Masaki makes a sound that almost sounds like he's dying, which the why he practically goes boneless in his grip in mortification and despair; he might as well be. "You can't just-" He starts, but Shino can read between the lines enough to act.
"Say that?" Shino interrupts, pressing a hot, open-mouth kiss to his palm. "Why not?" He says simply, dragging Masaki's hand down so he can slide two of his fingers past his lips as far as they'll go and swallow around them like it's nothing.
"Fuck." Masaki hisses. "Fuck. I've been thinking about your mouth ever since the first time I saw you knock back a water bottle."
"Yeah?" Shino looks a little sheepish as he pulls back, a wet pop punctuating the movement. "...didn't think anyone as pretty as you would think of me like that."
"You're gorgeous too. Solid. The kind of guy that could probably manhandle me, and I'd thank him." Masaki's mouth goes faster than his brain can realize, spilling out his thoughts before he can stop himself.
It's Shino's turn to be a little overwhelmed and embarrassed, letting out a soft, nervous laugh and looking to the side. "Yeah? And here I was thinking, I wanted nothing more than to be on my knees, watching the face you make when you come deep down my throat?"
Masaki lets out a moan before he can even respond, covering his face quickly and looking like he would rather melt into the floor than be here right now. "You-" He starts, but quickly recovers his mouth.
"That's a good reaction, right....?" Shino asks, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. "I mean. All you have to do would be to sit on the edge of the bed and-"
"Okay. Okay. Okay." He puts his hands up, his ears a dark shade of red at this point. "I can. I can. Let me go into this with some sense of pride." And before Shino can ask him what that means, Masaki's expression shifts to that sexy smoldering look that has Shino feel like he's melting.
Masaki takes a few steps towards the bed, slow and purposeful, really showing off how his boxers hug his ass. Shino shamelessly watches him. Masaki turns, hooks his thumbs into the waistband, and shimmies out of them far more gracefully than anyone shimmying should be able to do. Sitting down like royalty, Masaki parts his legs with his hands on his thighs and gives Shino a heated look.
"Well...?" He says after a moment, moving a hand to motion for him to come to him with his index finger.
Shino wastes no time, making his way to the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees. Masaki opens his mouth to say something smug and probably hot, but Shino's already got his hands on his thighs. Before a single word can be uttered, Shino takes him all the way. He presses his tongue hard against the underside of his dick and swallows like it's nothing.
Masaki lets out a string of curses mixed with a gasp and immediately threads his hand into Shino's hair and tugs hard. "Too much. Too soon. Want to last. Fuck." Shino, let's Masaki pull him off most of the way before pulling off and nosing his erection. He looks up at him with his big, wide eyes, pouty lips, and Masaki's dick pressed against his cheek like he was made for this. It takes all of Masaki's control not to just come then and there.
"Mm...sorry..." Shino mumbles. "It's....been a while. I...might have been a little over eager."
And before Masaki can tell him that it's alright, the second he loosens his grip on Shino's hair, Shino's mouthing the tip, before popping it just enough that he can suck on it. Masaki lets out a whine of a curse as Shino swirls his tongue over the split, greedy for it. One of his hands moves to his mouth, covering his mouth to try and muffle the sounds. It's not as if anyone in the other rooms will give them any shit, but Masaki has pride.
"You're....too...good at this..." Masaki whines, barely muffled.
Shino takes that as an incentive to do more, sliding him further past his lips. His tongue slides up and down his length as he slides him further, and Masaki accidentally thrusts into his mouth. He'd apologize, but Shino seems unfazed, just digging his fingers into his thighs to keep himself anchored.
Masaki slides a hand into Shino's hair and tugs, a whine escaping his lips as his hand slides down his face. "Shino...." He mumbles, thrusting into his mouth again.
Shino's hands slide up his thighs, across his hips, and underneath his ass, digging his fingers into him as he moves to take him deep again. Masaki practically chokes as he feels him take him completely again, his hips stuttering as he barely holds himself back. A slur of curses, praises, and whines passes his lips as Shino swallows around him a few times. Squeezing his ass a few times, Shino seems to be encouraging Masaki to move.
"You're....insane..." Masaki lets out breathily, a laugh as he moves both of his hands into the back of Shino's head, threading his fingers through his hair.
"Fuck....Taiki...." He whines, taking a breath before he slowly lets himself thrust into Shino's mouth. The second he starts moving, Shino hums. The vibrations are enough to have Masaki finally lose it; his thrusts speed up, quickly becoming uncoordinated and sloppy as he chases his own orgasm, dragging out Shino's name like a prayer.
After a few last thrusts, Masaki flops backward onto the bed, an arm draped across his eyes as he tries to remember how to be a person. It takes a few moments after Shino's removed himself to realize that maybe....he should check and make sure Shino's doing okay.
"Shit...Shino...." He raises his arm. "You okay? Breathing?... Need me to" He sits up to see Shino, kicking off his sweatpants and underwear, a wet spot at the front. ".....did you come untouched from doing that?"
"...Yeah...." Shino rubs the back of his head, embarrassed, voice a little scratchy. He grabs another water bottle and knocks it back.
"....wow. It was that good for you?" Masaki mumbles, looking away.
"Yeah. And so's how you look afterward..." Shino mumbles, and Masaki turns to look at tell him off for being so.......Shino, but he's stopped by the soft look Shino's giving him.
"God, just c'mere...." Masaki motions for Shino to join him in the bed. With a thump, Shino face plants in the bed next to him, burying his face into his chest and cuddling him like a koala.
They'd clean up and sleep properly later...after they basked in the afterglow a little.