Juri wakes up to Taiga, tapping his arms softly, looking at him from beneath his bangs. Juri blinks a few times, wonders if this is a dream, because something about Taiga’s new haircut is doing things to Juri.
It’s hard to stay discreet when all you want to do is stare and you can’t stop looking unconsciously. Whenever he stops thinking, his eyes naturally look for Taiga. And then it’s always too late to look away by the time he realizes he’s been staring.
“Juri,” Taiga says, voice soft and quiet, as if afraid to wake him when he’s already fully awake. He realized he fell asleep on the couch—conked out from the exhaustion of today’s live show—in his hotel room. He wonders how Taiga got in. He wonders, again, if this is a dream. So he says nothing. He stares at Taiga, like he usually does, admiring the way his new bangs frame his face and make him look so… So pretty. Taiga would hate to hear this, so he never voiced it out loud. He keeps the thought close to his heart, away from his other thoughts.
“Juri?” Taiga repeats, more like a question this time.
“Hmm?” Juri hums, confused, and then Taiga is climbing up onto the sofa with him, straddling Juri.
Juri is fully awake now. There’s no way this is a dream. But he’s so confused that he doesn’t react. He lets Taiga shift him around so that one of his thighs is slotted between Taiga’s legs, and the other is firmly planted on the ground so that Taiga has space.
“Are you awake?” Taiga asks.
“Very,” Juri answers, voice raspy from sleep. “What are we doing?”
“You…” Taiga bites his lips. He blushes and looks away a little shyly. “You don’t have to do anything.”
He knows very well what they’re going to do.
When Taiga leans down to kiss him, he tucks Taiga’s hair behind his ears. Taiga’s bangs tickle his cheeks, and he can’t help but smile into Taiga’s lips.
“What?” Taiga leans away, lips red and eyes wide.
“It tickles,” Juri grins.
“Do you want me to tie my hair?”
Juri looks him in the eyes—really looks—and then licks his lips. “No,” he replies.
“Thought so,” Taiga frowns, but he leans down again and presses his lips against Juri’s, taking one of his hands to slot their hands together. Taiga’s grip is strong, as if he’s afraid Juri would drift away.
When they pull away, out of breath, Juri feels Taiga growing hard in his shorts, his cock pressing against Juri’s thigh.
“You were looking at me the whole time,” Taiga says, breathless, shifting so that he’s better seated with Juri’s thighs between his legs. Juri is too aware of Taiga’s cock against his thighs now, and too aware of Taiga’s stare, full of lust and pure want. He’s sure he looks dumb right now, staring up at Taiga with wide eyes, as if he can’t believe this is happening. “You were looking at me like you wanted to do things to me.”
Sure. Of course. Juri’s an open book. It’s hard not to look at Taiga when he’s so… Gorgeous. Taiga likes to mess around with him on stage. He sometimes grabs Juri's chin and makes him look at Taiga, and it always leaves Juri slightly flustered and embarrassed, smiling and laughing it off. Later, when he takes a bath post-concert in the waiting rooms, he’d pray to God nobody crashes his ofuro because he’s too hard and it would be embarrassing if anyone saw him having a hard on post-concert (despite how normal it is, he doesn’t think he can take the lifetime of teasing). He’d take the coldest shower known to man before anyone could join him (usually nobody does, but he can never be too careful), and then get in the warm bath and try not to fall asleep from exhaustion.
Juri gulps when Taiga leans down to kiss him again, and he closes his eyes. Taiga’s free hand caresses Juri’s chest, lifting his shirt up to his neck, and Juri is melting into the couch. Taiga grinds against Juri’s thigh and Juri grabs at Taiga’s sides loosely.
“Mmm,” Taiga pulls away and hums, satisfied. “Just stay still.”
Juri really tries. He lets Taiga hold him in place, lets Taiga have his way with his body, and stares dumbly at Taiga when he grinds down on Juri’s thigh. His other hand is gripping the couch cushion tightly, so that he doesn’t lose balance, and then he’s leaning down and kissing Juri’s jaw, down to his neck, down to his shoulders, and Juri is shuddering.
He’s now too aware of how Taiga’s knees are just slightly out of reach for him to grind back against Taiga, how firmly Taiga is gripping the cushion, and how his other hand is slotted firmly into Juri’s. Juri can’t feel his right hand. Taiga’s iron grip is too strong, and his left hand is loosely perched on Taiga’s waist.
“Juri,” Taiga lets out a breathy moan. He’s not even sure what spurred this on, if this is even real (it might just be a wet dream), but he’s not complaining. He’s content with just this—he thinks he’d also be too tired to do anything else, so he doesn’t propose it, lets Taiga have his way with him.
“Kyomo,” Juri shudders when Taiga sucks hard on his collarbone. “You feel good?”
Even if he feels a little numb from Taiga pressing down on him, he wants to make sure Taiga gets what he wants. Maybe he’s a little too whipped, a little too in love, more than he should be, because if it were anyone else, he’d be pissed that they won’t even let him grind down on them.
But this is Taiga, and he gets what he wants. And Juri is too forgiving with him.
“Good,” Taiga mumbles. “So good.”
And then he’s diving in for another kiss—more sloppier this time, and it doesn’t last long. He pulls away and moans loudly—a very sensual, erotic sound Juri’s not sure he’s ever heard before. “Juri, fuck.”
Juri brings up his left hand to Taiga’s face, brushes his cheeks, and then runs his fingers through Taiga’s hair, which makes him shudder and gasp. Juri hums in satisfaction.
“So pretty,” he says absentmindedly. “So good for me.”
“Don’t say that,” Taiga grits his teeth, but his pace quickens. “Don’t smile at me like that.”
Juri doesn’t even realize that he’s smiling. He doesn’t say anything, but he continues to keep his hand tangled in Taiga’s hair. It’s there, and it’s doing nothing, and Taiga’s brows are furrowed in concentration or annoyance, Juri’s not sure, but he’s looking at Juri like he’s displeased.
“What do you need me to do?” Juri asks instead. “Talk to me.”
Taiga is panting, and his grip on Juri’s hand tightens even more, if that’s even possible. “Talk to me. Touch me.”
Juri raises an eyebrow. “I only have one hand.”
“And that’s enough, fuck,” Taiga is breathless. “Juri.”
Juri pulls experimentally on Taiga’s hair, and Taiga lets out a startled moan. “What a pretty sound.”
Taiga’s eyes are unfocused as he looks at Juri, mouth slightly open. His bangs are sticking to his forehead and the sides of his face, and it makes him look impossibly hotter to Juri. Juri moves his hands to hold Taiga’s chin and run his thumb over Taiga’s lower lip. “Kyomo,” he says. “You’re so good for me. So pretty.”
Taiga shudders, and without any other warning, Juri feels something wet and sticky on his thighs, and he knows he’s done his job. Taiga slows down, riding out his high, and eventually stops, putting his head on Juri’s chest and panting. With his free hand, Juri pats Taiga’s back softly, and he hums, satisfied.
“You okay?” Juri asks. He doesn’t know what brought this on, and as much as he doesn’t wanna think about it, wants to just get Taiga to bed quickly so he can jerk off in the shower, he still ends up a little worried. Taiga doesn’t usually approach him first. It still feels like a dream. Sure, he stares at Taiga too much nowadays, but surely a dream this realistic wouldn’t occur just from that? (Even though he finds Taiga insanely gorgeous with his new haircut, even though he’s so easily turned on by anything Taiga does).
Taiga sits up slowly, eyes bleary as he looks down at Juri. And then, he lets go of his iron grip on Juri’s hand, and touches Juri’s neglected dick—tenting his loose training pants he had changed into before crashing out on the couch.
Juri hisses, like he’s in pain, but Taiga doesn’t pull his hand away—looks at Juri with unfocused, watery eyes and bangs sticking all over his face.
“Can I?” He whispers. Juri gulps.
“Yeah,” he replies dumbly. “Of course.”
“You really didn’t do anything,” Taiga says, pulling down Juri’s pants. And then, he looks at Juri, unsure, eyes filled with doubt. Juri reaches up for his face again.
“You told me to stay still.”
Taiga shivers under Juri’s touch. “I thought you weren’t going to listen.”
His hand loosely grips Juri’s semi-hard cock. Juri gives him a lopsided grin.
“I’ll always listen to you,” he says. “Just tell me what I need to do.”
“Tell me if it feels good,” Taiga says, voice barely a whisper, as he slowly moves his hands—up and down, a little too slow for Juri’s liking, but Juri closes his eyes anyway. He’s already too sensitive. He doesn’t think he’d last long. Taiga doesn’t even have to do much.
“Good,” Juri moans. “So good, Kyomo.”
He holds Taiga’s wrist loosely, and Taiga’s rhythm falters.
“Don’t stop,” Juri arches his back when Taiga picks up his pace. “Keep going. Please.”
“Please?” Taiga sounds surprised, but he doesn’t comment further. Juri doesn’t even realize he’s said it, panting and letting out breathy moans that make Taiga’s eyes go wide.
Taiga’s bony, calloused fingers does things to Juri’s dick that he doesn’t ever want to admit, especially when they’re wrapped around him like this. He sighs, content, grip on Taiga’s waist and wrist tightening.
“I’m not—” Juri gasps when Taiga runs his thumb over his slit. “Not gonna last, fuck.”
Taiga says nothing, continues to jerk Juri off until Juri’s gasping and spilling all over Taiga’s hands, and doesn’t stop until Juri pulls at his wrist a little too roughly. When he opens his eyes, Taiga is staring at him with wide, watery eyes, and mouth slightly open.
“Sorry,” Juri winces as he tries to sit up, and then frowns at the gross feeling of sticky cum on his stomach and pants. “Did it hurt?”
Juri carefully holds Taiga’s wrist again, and Taiga shakes his head no. “I’m fine,” he says.
“And are you okay?” Juri adds.
Taiga doesn’t look at him, only nodding weakly. At least he doesn’t move or run away, sitting still half on Juri’s lap and half on the couch. Juri rubs Taiga’s knees affectionately.
“Come on,” Juri says. “Let’s clean up and sleep?”
Juri tries to get up from the couch, now, but Taiga is grabbing him and hugging him—ignoring the very gross feeling on Juri’s lap and stomach that’s making him wince. Despite it, though, Juri wraps his arms around Taiga as well, a little confused.
It feels nice, though. Taiga’s very bony and skinny, but Juri’s always loved hugging him. He’s always the perfect temperature. Always so quiet and still in his hold, never moving away before Juri himself does. And as much as Juri likes to pretend to be a tough guy who doesn’t like skinship, he’s actually very touchy—and especially so with his members.
Taiga lets out a long, tired sigh. And then, he says, “I love you.”
Juri laughs a little, but his heart is skipping beats and he feels like floating into the clouds. He smiles into Taiga’s shoulder.
“I love you too,” he replies. “But I feel really gross so let’s take a shower and then we can cuddle in bed, okay?”
When he pulls away, Taiga is grimacing. “I know. Sorry. Let’s shower.”
Juri can’t help it when he laughs and steals a kiss.