Title: 20,000 Feet Sneak
Author: lore
Pairing: Katou/Iwaki (Haru wo Daiteita)
Rating: NC17/NWS
Summary: Katou has urges that won't wait to be satisfied.
Disclaimer: Only borrowing them for a while -- I'll clean them up before I put them back.
Highlight for Warnings: *blow job, frotting*
Author Notes: ~740 words. Thanks to real_life_rosy and snapelike for betaing! Any remaining issues are my own. Feedback or comment of any kind are welcome! Written in honour of the second annual Bring Back the Porn Challenge.


As Katou slipped beneath the soft blankets provided to business class passengers, he decided Iwaki would only have himself to blame. The older man had locked the door to his shower, knowing Katou would have liked to have slipped inside that morning, to enjoy the relief of his lover's body before 12 hours of air travel to their shooting location in the Americas. Iwaki disliked the grime and aches such long flights could produce, and he had elected to relax in the steam. Katou knew that by Iwaki logic, their activities of the night before should have held him, but Iwaki always under-estimated Katou's desire for his lover's touch.

Deep in the night, even the stewardesses were catching a few hours of sleep on the quiet, half-filled flight. Katou had made sure to arrange their seating in the back row of business class while Iwaki had entertained a few fans. Iwaki's sleepy, still-clean scent was strong under the blanket, causing Katou to breathe deeply even as his fingers began to creep around Iwaki's belt and trousers. Katou worked carefully, slowly, on Iwaki's sprawled form. He had encouraged the other man to use the space completely, which only made it easier for Katou to tug the soft material away from his prize.

Iwaki's cock was warm and stirring with interest as Katou's lapping tongue found it. The length grew steadily while Katou lavished it with licks and soft kisses, and just when he was thinking of scooping it up into his mouth, Iwaki woke with a jerk that buried himself deep in the back of Katou's throat. With a soft hum and a delirious scrambling of fingers to hold his lover down, Katou swallowed again and again, Iwaki trapped between himself and the seat.

He could imagine Iwaki's eyes wide, then fluttering closed as he gave in to Katou's gift, but he was instead surprised by a swat to the side of his head. Iwaki lifted the blanket, allowing cool air to reach Katou's sweaty skin. He knitted his eyebrows together and refused to give up Iwaki's cock when his lover tried to push him away. The most delicate scrape of teeth that Katou could manage caused Iwaki to relent, and he rewarded his angry husband with a caress that started at his tight balls and drifted back to the sensitive skin just behind them.

The blanket dropped again, and now Katou could attend them both in earnest. He felt Iwaki move a pillow over his lap, and his hips began shallowly shifting forward -- a sure sign that he was both close and anxious for Katou to finish him before they could be discovered. The younger man obliged his lover as he slipped his own hand into the tight confines of his jeans to straighten himself out. A quick move to the left and Katou straddled Iwaki's outstretched leg, rubbing himself like a shameless dog while he again took Iwaki deep and used both hands to spread Iwaki wide and rub the thin skin behind his balls to make Iwaki jerk and gasp. A final ripple between throat and thumbs and Katou was swallowing his lover's sweet emissions.

Heat and musky smell, the taste of salt on his tongue and the feel of Iwaki's cock muscles stuttering up and down gave Katou all the Iwaki he needed to reach his own height. He gnawed at the flesh of Iwaki's inner thigh to contain himself, leaving a promising welt there, one he could touch later to make them both remember this moment.

After a few minutes of heavy, open-mouthed breathing, the blanket lifted again, and a small packet of tissues appeared before Katou's eyes. He took the hint and cleaned them both up before lifting himself back into the seat beside his lover. Iwaki appeared calm and collected, only a faint sheen of sweat at his temples to give him away. In contrast, Katou's long, honey hair was matted to his face and his lips were shiny and poufy red.

"You could have disgraced us both," Iwaki said, voice barely a whisper, but icy cold just the same. "This isn't over."

Katou would have been worried if Iwaki's last words hadn't been accompanied by a flicked look toward the rumpled fabric at his crotch. The very thought of how Iwaki might torture him later made Katou squirm all over again, and he realised with dawning horror that his punishment was just beginning.

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love, lore