*This doesn't have anything too bad in it.... it's very fluffy*



"Sho-chan?"

"Hm?"

"I think maybe we should try having sex on newspaper." Aiba said so suddenly, that Sho choked on his fresh coffee, spraying some of it out on the newspaper he was reading. Aiba quickly got him a napkin and wiped up the table.

"It’s not that bad, Nino and Ohno-kun do it on a bed of cards!" Aiba tried to reason. Sho, ignoring his blistered throat, stared at Aiba in confusion.

"But... newspapers are dirty..." Sho complained. Aiba slowly crawled into his lap, expertly straddling Sho’s waist before the older man could push him off.

"Dirty, Sho-chan. Very dirty..." Aiba purred in Sho’s ear as his fingers crossed over his throat softly, feeling Sho’s nervous gulp.

"I know what you’re trying to do." Sho grumbled, closing his eyes against Aiba’s soft kisses along his jawline and the sides of his neck. Aiba giggled quietly and kept going about his business, shifting slightly so Sho was a little more comfortable.

"Mmm.... Masaki? We haven’t set the... newspaper..." Sho sighed, loving the warm touch of Aiba’s hands and lips on his now exposed chest. Aiba slowly slid off Sho’s lap and pulled him up by the hand, kissing him quickly.

"Hurry up then! Just bring this one!" Aiba instructed, shoving the morning paper into Sho’s arms and pulling him into the bedroom.

As Sho and Aiba both laid next to each other on a bed of torn and soiled newspaper, they were a little confused.

"We... have ink all over us..." Aiba said slowly, lifting up his arm and looking at the black ink smeared over his clammy skin.

Sho laughed and rolled over to hug Aiba, crinkling the newspaper loudly underneath him. He kissed Aiba’s cheek softly and ran his thumb over a spot of ink under his eye.

"That was most distracting sex ever... and the paper cuts didn’t help either." Sho chuckled, burying his head into Aiba’s neck.

"I felt like a hamster..." Aiba giggled, turning over and kissing Sho once again.

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