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Title: Cleaning Closet
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fonulyn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kyo and Die
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the persons mentioned in this nor have any connections with them. I do not get any money from this, and it's written solely for entertainment purposes meaning no harm.
Comments: This one is REALLY old and somewhat as it's my first attempts write anything beyond PG x) It surely isn't very much, but it was one of my very first tries so be easy on it^^
Cleaning Closet
’Man, I hate these interviews’, Kyo thought to himself. He was sitting on a very uncomfortable chair and tried to sleep. Only the reporter’s voice kept interrupting him. He rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on something to keep himself awake. He took a look around the room. There were twelve reporters across the table and on the same side as Kyo himself sat his bandmembers. Kaoru was answering some question while Toshiya whispered something to Shinya before they both giggled quietly. Die seemed to have no interest in the interview, instead he was looking at Kyo. ’This might be interesting’ Kyo smiled wickedly before running his hand slowly through his own soft hair. He took a glance at Die and licked his lips seductively. He saw the redhead’s eyes narrow a bit.
Kyo cocked his head a little and parted his lips. Then he looked Die straight in the eye. In the depths of the guitarist’s eyes he saw undeniable lust. Kyo was amused. He had caught the other one off guard. At last. He had been waiting for this for quite a while now. Die’s cheeks turned lightly pink and he turned his gaze quickly away from Kyo. The small blonde smirked. ’Heh, this is gonna be fun.’
”In the end, could you please say something to your fans about the upcoming single?” brown-haired female reporter raised her voice which dragged Kyo out of his thoughts. He rolled his eyes and didn’t bother to answer anything. Instead Kaoru talked again. ”Well, we think that it’s going to be what you expected and more. So go buy it, everyone.” Then the bandleader gave the reporters his patent-smile. ’Free at last’, Kyo thought ’now everyone’s going to head home. Well, almost everyone…’ Devilish smirk found its way to the vocalist’s lips again.
Kyo found his way to the corridor and leaned against the wall. People passed by fast, but he paid no attention to them. He waited. And it didn’t take long before he saw a familiar shade of red approaching. When Die was close enough Kyo grabbed his elbow and dragged the taller man forcefully into the nearest cleaning-closet. They managed to knock down a few buckets when they stumbled into the closet, but Kyo didn’t care. He pushed Die sitting against the wall and pressed himself close winding his legs around Die’s waist. ”Kyo! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Die tried to sound mad, but his voice cracked and he wasn’t very convincing. Kyo nearly purred while stroking Die’s cheek with his thumb. ”Let me show you.” He leaned even closer and pressed his lips against Die’s. ‘God’, he thought, ‘Die’s lips are so soft.’ He forced his tongue into Die’s mouth and ran it along the guitarist’s teeth, the roof of his mouth and the inner surface of his cheek, tasting everything he could reach.
A while later Kyo pulled back whispering: ”But Die, you know you want me. Stop acting so hypocrite.” His breath was hot against Die’s ear, and the guitarist shivered against his will. ”Don’t, Kyo…” he managed to sigh. Kyo laughed. ”Why not?” He slipped his hands inside Die’s t-shirt and let his fingers draw small figures on his chest. The redhead’s breathing was getting faster and more shallow as Kyo licked and kissed his neck. He began to lose his self-control. When Kyo lifted himself up and pressed their lips together Die entwined his fingers in the blonde’s hair and pulled him closer.
Kyo smiled into the kiss. It was time to get rid of Die’s shirt. He tugged the hem of the shirt and pulled it over Die’s head. The taller man didn’t try to resist the blonde’s advances anymore, quite the opposite: he returned the favour by removing Kyo’s shirt. Kyo realized, that it would be impossible to take off their trousers while he was sitting tightly on Die’s lap, so he stood up after pecking Die lightly on the nose. Kyo rid himself of his pants fluently and turned to face Die again. Die had staggered to his feet and clearly still wasn’t quite sure what to do. The vocalist sneaked behind Die and wrapped his arms around the taller man’s waist. Kyo took a good grip of the belt of Die’s jeans and ran his tongue up his spine which caused the guitarist to shiver uncontrollably.
After Kyo had managed to rid them both of their jeans he licked and kissed his way to Die’s chest finally biting his nipple gently. He felt the redhead tense and smirked, repeating the action. Die clutched Kyo’s shoulders and the blonde took that as a clue lifting himself up so another fierce kiss could take place. They explored each other’s mouth hungrily for quite a while. Die felt his knees go weak and when they both crushed down to the floor Kyo climbed on top. They kissed again and Kyo pressed their crotches together before whispering to Die’s ear: “I need you...now... Let me have you.”
Die nodded hastily and Kyo attacked his neck with his mouth. The small vocalist couldn’t remember when he had last been so hungry for someone, if ever. He tugged Die’s earlobe while entering him slowly. Die’s eyes shot open when the pain hit him for a moment. This wasn’t a normal position for the guitarist, but he was so heated that he didn’t care. Kyo began moving slowly inside him building up a slow rhythm. Then suddenly Kyo hit something inside Die, who saw nothing but stars. It made him throw his head backwards so intensely that it hit the floor. To Kyo it was heavenly bliss all along and he was quickly approaching the point of no return.
Kyo placed small wet kisses all over Die’s face and neck. They managed to knock down a shelf and half a dozen cans of paint crushed down creating a loud noise. Die arched his back and screamed while reaching the climax. Kyo followed soon behind, the clenching of Die’s muscles around him being too much for him to handle. He kissed Die panting and pulled out of him. They shared yet another tired kiss and cuddled up together still on the floor. “See, Die, I told you that you wanted me” Kyo smirked. Die leaned in and kissed the smaller man’s hair softly smiling.
Author:
fonulynRating: NC-17
Pairing: Kyo and Die
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the persons mentioned in this nor have any connections with them. I do not get any money from this, and it's written solely for entertainment purposes meaning no harm.
Comments: This one is REALLY old and somewhat as it's my first attempts write anything beyond PG x) It surely isn't very much, but it was one of my very first tries so be easy on it^^
Cleaning Closet
’Man, I hate these interviews’, Kyo thought to himself. He was sitting on a very uncomfortable chair and tried to sleep. Only the reporter’s voice kept interrupting him. He rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on something to keep himself awake. He took a look around the room. There were twelve reporters across the table and on the same side as Kyo himself sat his bandmembers. Kaoru was answering some question while Toshiya whispered something to Shinya before they both giggled quietly. Die seemed to have no interest in the interview, instead he was looking at Kyo. ’This might be interesting’ Kyo smiled wickedly before running his hand slowly through his own soft hair. He took a glance at Die and licked his lips seductively. He saw the redhead’s eyes narrow a bit.
Kyo cocked his head a little and parted his lips. Then he looked Die straight in the eye. In the depths of the guitarist’s eyes he saw undeniable lust. Kyo was amused. He had caught the other one off guard. At last. He had been waiting for this for quite a while now. Die’s cheeks turned lightly pink and he turned his gaze quickly away from Kyo. The small blonde smirked. ’Heh, this is gonna be fun.’
”In the end, could you please say something to your fans about the upcoming single?” brown-haired female reporter raised her voice which dragged Kyo out of his thoughts. He rolled his eyes and didn’t bother to answer anything. Instead Kaoru talked again. ”Well, we think that it’s going to be what you expected and more. So go buy it, everyone.” Then the bandleader gave the reporters his patent-smile. ’Free at last’, Kyo thought ’now everyone’s going to head home. Well, almost everyone…’ Devilish smirk found its way to the vocalist’s lips again.
Kyo found his way to the corridor and leaned against the wall. People passed by fast, but he paid no attention to them. He waited. And it didn’t take long before he saw a familiar shade of red approaching. When Die was close enough Kyo grabbed his elbow and dragged the taller man forcefully into the nearest cleaning-closet. They managed to knock down a few buckets when they stumbled into the closet, but Kyo didn’t care. He pushed Die sitting against the wall and pressed himself close winding his legs around Die’s waist. ”Kyo! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Die tried to sound mad, but his voice cracked and he wasn’t very convincing. Kyo nearly purred while stroking Die’s cheek with his thumb. ”Let me show you.” He leaned even closer and pressed his lips against Die’s. ‘God’, he thought, ‘Die’s lips are so soft.’ He forced his tongue into Die’s mouth and ran it along the guitarist’s teeth, the roof of his mouth and the inner surface of his cheek, tasting everything he could reach.
A while later Kyo pulled back whispering: ”But Die, you know you want me. Stop acting so hypocrite.” His breath was hot against Die’s ear, and the guitarist shivered against his will. ”Don’t, Kyo…” he managed to sigh. Kyo laughed. ”Why not?” He slipped his hands inside Die’s t-shirt and let his fingers draw small figures on his chest. The redhead’s breathing was getting faster and more shallow as Kyo licked and kissed his neck. He began to lose his self-control. When Kyo lifted himself up and pressed their lips together Die entwined his fingers in the blonde’s hair and pulled him closer.
Kyo smiled into the kiss. It was time to get rid of Die’s shirt. He tugged the hem of the shirt and pulled it over Die’s head. The taller man didn’t try to resist the blonde’s advances anymore, quite the opposite: he returned the favour by removing Kyo’s shirt. Kyo realized, that it would be impossible to take off their trousers while he was sitting tightly on Die’s lap, so he stood up after pecking Die lightly on the nose. Kyo rid himself of his pants fluently and turned to face Die again. Die had staggered to his feet and clearly still wasn’t quite sure what to do. The vocalist sneaked behind Die and wrapped his arms around the taller man’s waist. Kyo took a good grip of the belt of Die’s jeans and ran his tongue up his spine which caused the guitarist to shiver uncontrollably.
After Kyo had managed to rid them both of their jeans he licked and kissed his way to Die’s chest finally biting his nipple gently. He felt the redhead tense and smirked, repeating the action. Die clutched Kyo’s shoulders and the blonde took that as a clue lifting himself up so another fierce kiss could take place. They explored each other’s mouth hungrily for quite a while. Die felt his knees go weak and when they both crushed down to the floor Kyo climbed on top. They kissed again and Kyo pressed their crotches together before whispering to Die’s ear: “I need you...now... Let me have you.”
Die nodded hastily and Kyo attacked his neck with his mouth. The small vocalist couldn’t remember when he had last been so hungry for someone, if ever. He tugged Die’s earlobe while entering him slowly. Die’s eyes shot open when the pain hit him for a moment. This wasn’t a normal position for the guitarist, but he was so heated that he didn’t care. Kyo began moving slowly inside him building up a slow rhythm. Then suddenly Kyo hit something inside Die, who saw nothing but stars. It made him throw his head backwards so intensely that it hit the floor. To Kyo it was heavenly bliss all along and he was quickly approaching the point of no return.
Kyo placed small wet kisses all over Die’s face and neck. They managed to knock down a shelf and half a dozen cans of paint crushed down creating a loud noise. Die arched his back and screamed while reaching the climax. Kyo followed soon behind, the clenching of Die’s muscles around him being too much for him to handle. He kissed Die panting and pulled out of him. They shared yet another tired kiss and cuddled up together still on the floor. “See, Die, I told you that you wanted me” Kyo smirked. Die leaned in and kissed the smaller man’s hair softly smiling.
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