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Title: The Flirt
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fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Die and Kaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kaoru tends to watch Die after every single show.
Comments: Well, this originally came to exist sinceseinen_no was feeling down and I wanted to cheer her up somehow^^ It doesn’t have a spectacular plot or anything, mostly it’s smut, but I like the flirty Die in it nevertheless. Give it a shot^^
And thanksoanja for betaing!
And feel free to add the journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
The Flirt
[Kaoru’s POV]
I think every single musician has their own little traditions and quirks when it comes to playing a show. Take for example Kyo who has his own little meditating session right before going on stage and if someone bothers him in the middle of it he’s about to get decapitated. When he comes off stage he’s about the most social person ever, talking to everyone whether or not they’re willing to listen. Usually he finds a victim in Die who’s more than bouncy right after a show and needs to vent it somehow, usually by babbling.
There’s Shinya who keeps on drumming onto pretty much everything while trying to concentrate before the show. It doesn’t have to even be one of the songs we’re about to play that night, hell, I’ve caught him drumming along to some catchy pop-hits right before getting out there and beating the hell out of his drum-set. Then we of course have cases like Toshiya, who never seems to have the same routine before a show, or at least I haven’t spotted any pattern during these ten years we’ve been playing in the same band.
Me, on the other hand, I have a well planned schedule and I never - I mean it; never – forget it. Before the concert it’s the same old stuff; check and double-check everything from the water bottles being there to the exact setlist we’re going to play that night. We have an excellent crew, but I suppose it’s the perfectionist in me that still needs to keep an eye on everything, too neurotic to actually only concentrate on doing my part. It’s not that I wouldn’t trust them… it’s just that old habits stick like glue and it’s hard for me to remember it’s not me who’s responsible for everything anymore.
After the concert... Well, that’s another story. I have my own traditions for that too, and they have nothing to do with organizing things and being the ever-strong and all-aware leader that I usually want to appear as. Of course everyone has to be thanked and I generously share compliments and praise around to people who I know deserve them. But soon I always fall pretty silent and everyone knows to respect that. They’ve figured it out in their little minds, thinking that it’s the moment when I finally relax and let my brains stop activity for a few moments to recharge my mental batteries.
They’re wrong. My mind is never as active as during those moments. There’s one person who never fails to take advantage of it, be it only without him even knowing he’s doing it.
At that point most people are going around gathering their belongings, the merry chatting slowing down a bit and people falling more silent, the tiredness kicking in after the long day. Toshiya’s usually lounging on the couch with a bottle of beer, chatting with some of the crewmembers, since he’s always the first one who’s ready with packing his stuff and changing his clothes. All the others are on various stages of finishing their post-concert rituals. Me? I’m sitting on the edge of a big trunk filled with who knows what junk, my eyes glued on the second guitarist of my band.
I’m really good at that, mind you, and I could swear no one else notices I’m staring from beneath my dark brown hair, my head bowed slightly forward in a pretence that I’m dozing off. There’s something oddly fascinating in the way Die casually changes his shirt, packs his few belongings into his back-bag and gets ready to go either home or into some wild after-concert party someone is throwing nearby. It’s been my ritual to watch him already long before we got together, became, well, a couple in most aspects of the word. No one still knew about what we have, but the truth was that we were being very intimate, very frequently, and that he practically lived on my couch nowadays. Only during the day of course, I’m not stupid enough to deny him from sharing my bed with me during the night.
The thing is, I always had loved these silent moments of observing, much because then he was totally naturally just being him, not trying to impress me or anyone else. He thought no one paid attention to him in the crowded room, not after his little traditional chat with Kyo had ended. He was throwing his hair back, exposing his throat in a delicious way that made me want to sink my teeth into the smooth skin harsh enough to draw blood, to make those small distinct whimpers fall from his full lips. Speaking of his lips, he was slowly tracing them with his tongue, his eyes turned towards me as… wait! Towards me?
That little bitch! He knew I was watching him, my eyes glued to his slender form as he peeled the shirt off, revealing the smooth expanse of his back and shoulders, the creamy skin shimmering with a thin layer of sweat and god that made my brains already melt into a useless puddle of goo. Anyone would’ve thought he was just innocently changing clothes after a rough concert, wanting to get into a clean shirt to go home for the long needed shower. But I knew that he was pulling off a show for me. The way he swayed his hips as he turned around to find a clean, dark shirt; how he bent forwards in pretence that he couldn’t reach it well enough, of course presenting the curve of his ass in the fluent movement. As if that hadn’t been enough hint, there was a small smirk dancing on his lips when he glanced over his shoulder into my general direction.
Oh god was I going to make him pay for that.
I was going to fuck him to the next week, take him hard until that teasing grin had to fall prey to the ecstatic expression only reserved for my eyes. I was going to torture him, to make him beg for it and plead until his voice would fail him in the dead of night. I was going to make him mine until we both were completely exhausted, only to start all over again.
I knew neither of us would walk the following day, but that was why we had it off, right?
Unfortunately, to me, there were still some things I had to take care of, and I was painfully reminded of that when our manager walked to me and discreetly coughed to get my attention. I was reluctant to tear my eyes off Die, but the bastard only gave a small smirk, bidding farewell to everyone and quickly fled the room. I bet he had seen the look in my eyes, and would now run to his own apartment instead of mine, only to play hard to get and make me go get him. Fuck. And the worst thing was that I was so going to do that. He was playing me like a guitar, and I didn’t even try to struggle, not anymore. With a huge sigh I heaved myself off the trunk I had been sitting on, trying to tug my shirt downwards to hide the pretty evident bulge in my pants.
By the time I was finally free to go home I was exhausted. Tired and feeling sticky as I hadn’t had a chance to shower yet. I was practically dragging my feet along the corridor as soon as the elevator halted in the seventh floor where I lived in. I ought to move, I had been thinking of that for so long now as I was still living in the two-room flat where I had been living since I needed a residence in Tokyo. The only thing was that I didn’t want to go through the trouble, I wasn’t spending much time there anyways, from all the touring. Besides, I had arranged it exactly like I wanted to, and it was comfortable that at least something didn’t change around me, the place always staying the same.
Die had complained about it, when he had hauled half of his stuff there without me even asking him to. He said that two rooms, kitchen and a bathroom were hardly enough for two people to live in, but when I had pointed out to him that he could as well go back to his own apartment he had only offered me one of his tiny smirks and a one-shouldered shrug. Of course I wasn’t seriously going to ask him to leave, in fact I had been debating with myself several times about asking him to move in with me. The thing is though that I think everything through so many times that sometimes it’s hard for me to take initiative. Thankfully Die doesn’t have the problem, he mostly acts first, thinks later.
Thinking back our relationship, it always was Die who made the initiatives. He was the one to catch me alone before the big concert that would later be known as our 5 Ugly Kingdom DVD –release, back in 2003, grabbing my blond hair and kissing me until I felt my jaw would certainly dislocate. He was also the one to appear on my doorstep two weeks later with a bottle of scotch and a rose between his teeth. I had laughed at him then, almost slamming the door shut before his face, but thankfully I decided to let him in. Who could’ve predicted that after emptying the bottle we would end up screwing like rabbits on every flat surface in my apartment?
I had often thought that I should’ve kept the empty bottle. Just to preserve it and worship it because without that bottle of scotch my life wouldn’t be like it is right now.
Still tired, feeling like I could just fall down on the floor and curl up there to sleep, I fumbled for my keys and tried to aim the correct one of them into the lock to get the door to my apartment opened finally. I practically slumped against the door and it flung open only to let me stumble inside. My gaze automatically roamed over the small hall as I kicked off my shoes, and I noticed Die’s shoes there beside mine. Die’s shoes? He hadn’t gone to his place like I thought he would?
That was when my tiredness disappeared like it had never even been there. I still remembered the way he had moved his hips earlier that night, the looks he had cast at me over his shoulder. A small shiver ran along my spine, and when I closed my eyes I could practically see that before my eyes again. He was pure seduction, able to turn me on with a single look, and he knew it.
I threw my jacket into the general direction of the couch, not minding that it fell on the floor beside it as I missed by several inches. I knew that Die would either be occupying my couch or my bed, and since the living room was empty it was kind of evident where he should be. My guess had been right, and as I pushed the door open he was in the room like I had thought he would. He wasn’t on the bed though, sleeping and entangled in the sheets like usually, or reading some boring magazine while waiting for me.
He was sitting on the windowsill, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he was uninterestedly watching the bright lights of the city outside, the colours dancing on his face in a way that caught me staring. It didn’t take more than a moment and he noticed I was there, and a small dirty smirk instantly appeared on his lips as he killed the remains of the cig on an ashtray. Straightening and getting up on his feet he turned to look at me.
He was now standing in front of the window so that I could only make out his silhouette against the window, the only light being the bright city lights from outside the apartment. That was soon to be changed as with a fluent movement he tugged down the thick curtain I use to keep the bedroom completely dark. I still haven’t learned to sleep if there’s even a little light seeping into the room, especially those artificial neon lights.
We were delivered into perfect darkness and I couldn’t have made out anything in the room if I hadn’t been living there for several years now. But I knew where the bed was, and I could hear from the slight noise where he was walking, his bare feet padding softly against the floor. A soft click resonated in the air and the small bedside lamp was turned on, illuminating its surroundings with the soft, warm light. My eyelids fluttered, not used to even the slight amount of light instantly and it took a moment until I was able to focus my gaze again.
Instantly I turned to look at him, only to find that exact same sexy little smirk that had been plastered over his lips back at the club, and again just minutes ago when I had first spotted his figure in my bedroom. Or maybe I should already call it ‘our’ bedroom, after all he hasn’t spent more than three nights in his own apartment during the past couple of months. He moved to stand beside the window again, granting me a perfect view on his body from head to toe. I took a step closer to him, but he stopped me by raising his hand a bit and giving the tiniest of headshakes.
Quizzically I arched an eyebrow, silently asking him what he was up to. I didn’t get an answer with words though, the only reaction from him being the smirk returning immediately. Usually I was pretty much used to Die’s moods, that he didn’t give me any explanations but preferred it when I found out myself just a moment later. It always made me feel stupid then, since I could’ve guessed everything from the hints, it had all been written in the air.
That was when he tugged his shirt over his head and every thought escaped my brains momentarily.
If I had thought that he was pulling off a show in the backroom of the club, I had been wrong. This is when the show begun.
I was blatantly staring, lust written clearly in my eyes and a slight flush of arousal staining my cheeks. I didn’t even need to glance in the mirror to confirm that I was looking like a sex-starved maniac, because I simply knew that I was eating him alive with my gaze. And with equally strong certainty I knew that he was enjoying every single second of it.
After his shirt was discarded to the floor he instantly peeled off his t-shirt as well, in slow and graceful movements and I could’ve sworn that he was dancing straight there in front of me although his feet didn’t stir even an inch on the floor right then. It was something in the way he moved his shoulders, his back arched slightly and his large chocolate eyes locked at me, that made him look like he was taking part in a sensual dance. A part of me wanted to go there and rip his clothes off, to expose that flawless skin to my worshipping gaze in mere seconds. But this was far too precious to let go of, and I remained glued to my spot.
Slowly his hands were travelling down his chest and I found myself holding my breath when his fingers brushed over his abdomen. Only when he ably undid the button of his pants I exhaled sharply, releasing all the air from my lungs in a harsh pant. Even in the dim light I could see his grin widen as he noticed my reaction, something so self-satisfied in his expression that I wanted to just kiss him roughly to wipe that away. I was growing harder, more desperate with each movement he made, with each single glance he cast into my direction. Still I didn’t move, obeying his silent command until every article of his clothing was lying on the floor discarded.
Hypnotized, I followed with my gaze as he crawled on the bed, not making a single move to cover himself from my hungry eyes. Quite the contrary, I could tell he was enjoying this at least almost as much as I was, deliberately stretching his long limbs in a way that he knew drove me desperate. It was a single beckoning index finger that finally snapped me out of my haze, making me act faster than I would’ve even thought possible.
Frantically I tugged my shirt over my head and threw it to the floor without even looking where it landed. In mere seconds I was kneeling on the mattress in front of him, between his parted legs, kissing him thoroughly as I simply couldn’t hold back any longer. A small appreciative mewl escaped him and got drowned into the contact, and he tilted his head in a gesture that practically begged for me to deepen the kiss and ravage his mouth.
I could tell he had showered; he smelled of the very same cherry shampoo he had been using since forever, his hair being still slightly damp - I could imagine he hadn’t bothered to dry it properly as he had known what would happen – when I ran my fingers through it. In addition there were his fingertips, softer than usual against the skin on my back. I could feel his touch on my spine, making me shiver slightly and I was painfully aware of the fact that I was still wearing my jeans. Far too tight jeans at that.
He was so soft, melting away under my touch and I could’ve sworn his skin was liquid by the way it felt as I slid my palms across his sides and to his thighs. How I loved that, determined to make him dirty and stained, equally sweaty than he had been just mere hours ago. I was again getting ahead of things, imagining him writhing beneath me and begging for more, when I was brought back to reality by a flash of pleasure that coursed through my mind. I gasped, breaking the kiss and as I pulled back I was staring straight into two sparkling eyes, a grin dancing on Die’s kiss-bruised lips. He had sneaked his hand between our bodies, paying attention to my arousal through the rough fabric of my jeans.
Despite my attempts I couldn’t hold back a low moan when he squeezed my growing hardness again, teasing although he knew I would’ve wanted him to get me out of the restricting garment in a record speed. It took a warning growl from me before he ably undid the button and pulled down the zipper, making sure he was driving me mad even then with the slight friction his long fingers applied on all the right places. Then his palms were on my chest, pushing me backwards until I was lying flat on my back, enabling him to pull down the pants and throw them to the floor into the same heap of clothes.
He leaned closer, our mouths again locking in a feverish kiss as he pressed his body closer to mine, grinding against me in a way that made both of us gasp. I wasn’t about to let the teasing go on any longer though, after all that little bastard had already been pulling my strings for hours, starting with his little show off after the concert. A surprised yelp escaped him as I suddenly flipped us over, grabbing his wrists to pin them down on the mattress above his head. My voice was only a low purr as I leaned to speak directly into his ear. “You do know what happens when you do things like that?” A flicker of my tongue against his skin before I bit down beneath his ear sent a shudder down his spine. “Fucking tease…”
Die was still grinning despite the obvious state of arousal he was in, his chest heaving with ragged breaths and little gasps escaping him every time I lazily moved against him. Damn him for enjoying this so much, he knew he had me and I was only wax in his hands when he set out to it. Before I even noticed it he had wrapped his legs around my hips, bucking up against me and making me groan needy. “Just do it, Kao.” There was an unmistakeable challenge in his voice, as if daring me to let go and finally show him his place. It was all it took, those three words breathed out hotly against my throat, and there was no holding back even if I had wanted to.
If I had had the chance to pin him down earlier right after the teasing he had put me through back at the club, I would’ve probably fucked him dry just to show him that it wasn’t wise to play with me like that, to get me all hot and then leave me needing. But now I had other plans for the night, was determined to set out for my plan of going on until we’d collapse on a pile of limbs on the mattress. As the reasonable side slowly wrestled off the want to punish him for his recklessness, I reached down under the bed to fumble for the little box I knew was located there. Cursing, I had to let go of Die’s wrists though as I couldn’t reach, and a small amused chuckle fell from his lips as I desperately tried to get a hold of the needed item.
Finally my fingers grasped the small bottle of lubricant and I pulled myself back on the bed with a small victorious sound. I was positively beaming right then, the grin on my lips wide enough to break my face. Quickly I slid back close to him, silencing whatever he had been about to say by kissing him roughly. We were still locked in the kiss when I inserted two lubricated digits into him, instantly scissoring them to make room for myself. When I pulled back from the kiss I took a moment to look at his flushed cheeks, slightly parted lips and eyes that were closed halfway. He was positively the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen in my life.
A smirk found its way back to my lips though, and the words rolled teasingly off my tongue. “Just because I’m doing this, don’t think I’ll go easy on you.” Curling my fingers I hit the exactly right place inside of him that made him cry out in surprise each time, his back arching a bit as he tried to push back against the digits. Having him thrash and squirm underneath me like that simply took my breath away and he didn’t even need to beg before I already replaced my fingers with my hardness, driving into the tight heat in one hard thrust.
The sensations were always equally overpowering, yet always new and managed to kick me off my feet, metaphorically speaking. His eyes were shimmering and I knew that it hurt at first when I pulled back and built up a fast rhythm, invading his willing body with harsh thrusts. If I hadn’t known him so thoroughly I would’ve slowed down to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, waiting until he had relaxed at least slightly so it would be easier on him. But I knew that this was how he wanted it, how he needed it, the pain mixing with pleasure twining into sensations that weren’t from this world.
It was all written in his movements, in the way he arched from the bed, grabbed my shoulders to hold on to them, tried to meet each and every thrust to gain even more of the sensations. He was loving it as much as I did. Sweat was beading on our skins, shimmering in the soft light in the room, intensifying the slapping sound every single time my hips met his. That was the only sound in the room despite the breathy gasps and groans that were spilling from both of us, getting mixed in the air until no one know in whose throat they originated from. My lips met the skin on his throat and neck constantly as I kept on planting butterfly kisses everywhere I could reach.
When I felt myself near the edge I grabbed the hollows of his knees, folding his body and making him move his legs upwards, resting them on my shoulders as I angled the thrusts differently. It enabled me to drive into him even deeper, a flash of white shooting through my consciousness over and over again, pushing me higher until I was sure I would simply snap. One look at him confirmed that he was almost there too, writhing and panting, his eyes closed as he was completely lost in the sensations. It only took a few more thrusts, mere seconds, before his whole being tensed and a feral outcry pushed its way past his luscious lips. At the same moment I was coming too, the orgasm rocking through every molecule of my being with an unknown force, threatening to knock me out.
I had no idea how long it took until I was beginning to land back to reality again. I was still holding his legs, undoubtedly making breathing harder for him in the position he was bent into. Although he didn’t seem to mind, he gave me a slow smile as I pulled a bit further from him to allow him stretch his limbs. I practically collapsed beside him, collecting him into my arms and pulling him close until his back was against my chest. It always felt a bit awkward like that, seeing that he was so much taller than me, but when I inched a bit upwards I was able to base my chin on his shoulder and plant a kiss on his cheek.
His hands found their way on mine that were tightly wrapped around his waist, and I could feel him relax against me contently. “You know,” He begun in a soft voice, and I didn’t need to see his face to know he was smiling. “I think I should’ve noticed earlier that you always stare at me after concert.” A small chuckle followed and he turned his head a bit, enough to cast a short glance at me, winking. “Another way to make you lose it.”
I don’t think that my growl that was meant to be a warning one had any effect. Especially since it turned out more like a content purr, and I planted a kiss on his soft hair. “Just wait,” I had to speak up, although I knew it was more a promise than a threat. “until this night is through and then tell me if you want to make me desperate again.”
The happy chuckle that escaped him was like music in my ears.
Author:
fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: Die and Kaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kaoru tends to watch Die after every single show.
Comments: Well, this originally came to exist since
seinen_no was feeling down and I wanted to cheer her up somehow^^ It doesn’t have a spectacular plot or anything, mostly it’s smut, but I like the flirty Die in it nevertheless. Give it a shot^^And thanks
oanja for betaing!And feel free to add the journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
[Kaoru’s POV]
I think every single musician has their own little traditions and quirks when it comes to playing a show. Take for example Kyo who has his own little meditating session right before going on stage and if someone bothers him in the middle of it he’s about to get decapitated. When he comes off stage he’s about the most social person ever, talking to everyone whether or not they’re willing to listen. Usually he finds a victim in Die who’s more than bouncy right after a show and needs to vent it somehow, usually by babbling.
There’s Shinya who keeps on drumming onto pretty much everything while trying to concentrate before the show. It doesn’t have to even be one of the songs we’re about to play that night, hell, I’ve caught him drumming along to some catchy pop-hits right before getting out there and beating the hell out of his drum-set. Then we of course have cases like Toshiya, who never seems to have the same routine before a show, or at least I haven’t spotted any pattern during these ten years we’ve been playing in the same band.
Me, on the other hand, I have a well planned schedule and I never - I mean it; never – forget it. Before the concert it’s the same old stuff; check and double-check everything from the water bottles being there to the exact setlist we’re going to play that night. We have an excellent crew, but I suppose it’s the perfectionist in me that still needs to keep an eye on everything, too neurotic to actually only concentrate on doing my part. It’s not that I wouldn’t trust them… it’s just that old habits stick like glue and it’s hard for me to remember it’s not me who’s responsible for everything anymore.
After the concert... Well, that’s another story. I have my own traditions for that too, and they have nothing to do with organizing things and being the ever-strong and all-aware leader that I usually want to appear as. Of course everyone has to be thanked and I generously share compliments and praise around to people who I know deserve them. But soon I always fall pretty silent and everyone knows to respect that. They’ve figured it out in their little minds, thinking that it’s the moment when I finally relax and let my brains stop activity for a few moments to recharge my mental batteries.
They’re wrong. My mind is never as active as during those moments. There’s one person who never fails to take advantage of it, be it only without him even knowing he’s doing it.
At that point most people are going around gathering their belongings, the merry chatting slowing down a bit and people falling more silent, the tiredness kicking in after the long day. Toshiya’s usually lounging on the couch with a bottle of beer, chatting with some of the crewmembers, since he’s always the first one who’s ready with packing his stuff and changing his clothes. All the others are on various stages of finishing their post-concert rituals. Me? I’m sitting on the edge of a big trunk filled with who knows what junk, my eyes glued on the second guitarist of my band.
I’m really good at that, mind you, and I could swear no one else notices I’m staring from beneath my dark brown hair, my head bowed slightly forward in a pretence that I’m dozing off. There’s something oddly fascinating in the way Die casually changes his shirt, packs his few belongings into his back-bag and gets ready to go either home or into some wild after-concert party someone is throwing nearby. It’s been my ritual to watch him already long before we got together, became, well, a couple in most aspects of the word. No one still knew about what we have, but the truth was that we were being very intimate, very frequently, and that he practically lived on my couch nowadays. Only during the day of course, I’m not stupid enough to deny him from sharing my bed with me during the night.
The thing is, I always had loved these silent moments of observing, much because then he was totally naturally just being him, not trying to impress me or anyone else. He thought no one paid attention to him in the crowded room, not after his little traditional chat with Kyo had ended. He was throwing his hair back, exposing his throat in a delicious way that made me want to sink my teeth into the smooth skin harsh enough to draw blood, to make those small distinct whimpers fall from his full lips. Speaking of his lips, he was slowly tracing them with his tongue, his eyes turned towards me as… wait! Towards me?
That little bitch! He knew I was watching him, my eyes glued to his slender form as he peeled the shirt off, revealing the smooth expanse of his back and shoulders, the creamy skin shimmering with a thin layer of sweat and god that made my brains already melt into a useless puddle of goo. Anyone would’ve thought he was just innocently changing clothes after a rough concert, wanting to get into a clean shirt to go home for the long needed shower. But I knew that he was pulling off a show for me. The way he swayed his hips as he turned around to find a clean, dark shirt; how he bent forwards in pretence that he couldn’t reach it well enough, of course presenting the curve of his ass in the fluent movement. As if that hadn’t been enough hint, there was a small smirk dancing on his lips when he glanced over his shoulder into my general direction.
Oh god was I going to make him pay for that.
I was going to fuck him to the next week, take him hard until that teasing grin had to fall prey to the ecstatic expression only reserved for my eyes. I was going to torture him, to make him beg for it and plead until his voice would fail him in the dead of night. I was going to make him mine until we both were completely exhausted, only to start all over again.
I knew neither of us would walk the following day, but that was why we had it off, right?
Unfortunately, to me, there were still some things I had to take care of, and I was painfully reminded of that when our manager walked to me and discreetly coughed to get my attention. I was reluctant to tear my eyes off Die, but the bastard only gave a small smirk, bidding farewell to everyone and quickly fled the room. I bet he had seen the look in my eyes, and would now run to his own apartment instead of mine, only to play hard to get and make me go get him. Fuck. And the worst thing was that I was so going to do that. He was playing me like a guitar, and I didn’t even try to struggle, not anymore. With a huge sigh I heaved myself off the trunk I had been sitting on, trying to tug my shirt downwards to hide the pretty evident bulge in my pants.
By the time I was finally free to go home I was exhausted. Tired and feeling sticky as I hadn’t had a chance to shower yet. I was practically dragging my feet along the corridor as soon as the elevator halted in the seventh floor where I lived in. I ought to move, I had been thinking of that for so long now as I was still living in the two-room flat where I had been living since I needed a residence in Tokyo. The only thing was that I didn’t want to go through the trouble, I wasn’t spending much time there anyways, from all the touring. Besides, I had arranged it exactly like I wanted to, and it was comfortable that at least something didn’t change around me, the place always staying the same.
Die had complained about it, when he had hauled half of his stuff there without me even asking him to. He said that two rooms, kitchen and a bathroom were hardly enough for two people to live in, but when I had pointed out to him that he could as well go back to his own apartment he had only offered me one of his tiny smirks and a one-shouldered shrug. Of course I wasn’t seriously going to ask him to leave, in fact I had been debating with myself several times about asking him to move in with me. The thing is though that I think everything through so many times that sometimes it’s hard for me to take initiative. Thankfully Die doesn’t have the problem, he mostly acts first, thinks later.
Thinking back our relationship, it always was Die who made the initiatives. He was the one to catch me alone before the big concert that would later be known as our 5 Ugly Kingdom DVD –release, back in 2003, grabbing my blond hair and kissing me until I felt my jaw would certainly dislocate. He was also the one to appear on my doorstep two weeks later with a bottle of scotch and a rose between his teeth. I had laughed at him then, almost slamming the door shut before his face, but thankfully I decided to let him in. Who could’ve predicted that after emptying the bottle we would end up screwing like rabbits on every flat surface in my apartment?
I had often thought that I should’ve kept the empty bottle. Just to preserve it and worship it because without that bottle of scotch my life wouldn’t be like it is right now.
Still tired, feeling like I could just fall down on the floor and curl up there to sleep, I fumbled for my keys and tried to aim the correct one of them into the lock to get the door to my apartment opened finally. I practically slumped against the door and it flung open only to let me stumble inside. My gaze automatically roamed over the small hall as I kicked off my shoes, and I noticed Die’s shoes there beside mine. Die’s shoes? He hadn’t gone to his place like I thought he would?
That was when my tiredness disappeared like it had never even been there. I still remembered the way he had moved his hips earlier that night, the looks he had cast at me over his shoulder. A small shiver ran along my spine, and when I closed my eyes I could practically see that before my eyes again. He was pure seduction, able to turn me on with a single look, and he knew it.
I threw my jacket into the general direction of the couch, not minding that it fell on the floor beside it as I missed by several inches. I knew that Die would either be occupying my couch or my bed, and since the living room was empty it was kind of evident where he should be. My guess had been right, and as I pushed the door open he was in the room like I had thought he would. He wasn’t on the bed though, sleeping and entangled in the sheets like usually, or reading some boring magazine while waiting for me.
He was sitting on the windowsill, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he was uninterestedly watching the bright lights of the city outside, the colours dancing on his face in a way that caught me staring. It didn’t take more than a moment and he noticed I was there, and a small dirty smirk instantly appeared on his lips as he killed the remains of the cig on an ashtray. Straightening and getting up on his feet he turned to look at me.
He was now standing in front of the window so that I could only make out his silhouette against the window, the only light being the bright city lights from outside the apartment. That was soon to be changed as with a fluent movement he tugged down the thick curtain I use to keep the bedroom completely dark. I still haven’t learned to sleep if there’s even a little light seeping into the room, especially those artificial neon lights.
We were delivered into perfect darkness and I couldn’t have made out anything in the room if I hadn’t been living there for several years now. But I knew where the bed was, and I could hear from the slight noise where he was walking, his bare feet padding softly against the floor. A soft click resonated in the air and the small bedside lamp was turned on, illuminating its surroundings with the soft, warm light. My eyelids fluttered, not used to even the slight amount of light instantly and it took a moment until I was able to focus my gaze again.
Instantly I turned to look at him, only to find that exact same sexy little smirk that had been plastered over his lips back at the club, and again just minutes ago when I had first spotted his figure in my bedroom. Or maybe I should already call it ‘our’ bedroom, after all he hasn’t spent more than three nights in his own apartment during the past couple of months. He moved to stand beside the window again, granting me a perfect view on his body from head to toe. I took a step closer to him, but he stopped me by raising his hand a bit and giving the tiniest of headshakes.
Quizzically I arched an eyebrow, silently asking him what he was up to. I didn’t get an answer with words though, the only reaction from him being the smirk returning immediately. Usually I was pretty much used to Die’s moods, that he didn’t give me any explanations but preferred it when I found out myself just a moment later. It always made me feel stupid then, since I could’ve guessed everything from the hints, it had all been written in the air.
That was when he tugged his shirt over his head and every thought escaped my brains momentarily.
If I had thought that he was pulling off a show in the backroom of the club, I had been wrong. This is when the show begun.
I was blatantly staring, lust written clearly in my eyes and a slight flush of arousal staining my cheeks. I didn’t even need to glance in the mirror to confirm that I was looking like a sex-starved maniac, because I simply knew that I was eating him alive with my gaze. And with equally strong certainty I knew that he was enjoying every single second of it.
After his shirt was discarded to the floor he instantly peeled off his t-shirt as well, in slow and graceful movements and I could’ve sworn that he was dancing straight there in front of me although his feet didn’t stir even an inch on the floor right then. It was something in the way he moved his shoulders, his back arched slightly and his large chocolate eyes locked at me, that made him look like he was taking part in a sensual dance. A part of me wanted to go there and rip his clothes off, to expose that flawless skin to my worshipping gaze in mere seconds. But this was far too precious to let go of, and I remained glued to my spot.
Slowly his hands were travelling down his chest and I found myself holding my breath when his fingers brushed over his abdomen. Only when he ably undid the button of his pants I exhaled sharply, releasing all the air from my lungs in a harsh pant. Even in the dim light I could see his grin widen as he noticed my reaction, something so self-satisfied in his expression that I wanted to just kiss him roughly to wipe that away. I was growing harder, more desperate with each movement he made, with each single glance he cast into my direction. Still I didn’t move, obeying his silent command until every article of his clothing was lying on the floor discarded.
Hypnotized, I followed with my gaze as he crawled on the bed, not making a single move to cover himself from my hungry eyes. Quite the contrary, I could tell he was enjoying this at least almost as much as I was, deliberately stretching his long limbs in a way that he knew drove me desperate. It was a single beckoning index finger that finally snapped me out of my haze, making me act faster than I would’ve even thought possible.
Frantically I tugged my shirt over my head and threw it to the floor without even looking where it landed. In mere seconds I was kneeling on the mattress in front of him, between his parted legs, kissing him thoroughly as I simply couldn’t hold back any longer. A small appreciative mewl escaped him and got drowned into the contact, and he tilted his head in a gesture that practically begged for me to deepen the kiss and ravage his mouth.
I could tell he had showered; he smelled of the very same cherry shampoo he had been using since forever, his hair being still slightly damp - I could imagine he hadn’t bothered to dry it properly as he had known what would happen – when I ran my fingers through it. In addition there were his fingertips, softer than usual against the skin on my back. I could feel his touch on my spine, making me shiver slightly and I was painfully aware of the fact that I was still wearing my jeans. Far too tight jeans at that.
He was so soft, melting away under my touch and I could’ve sworn his skin was liquid by the way it felt as I slid my palms across his sides and to his thighs. How I loved that, determined to make him dirty and stained, equally sweaty than he had been just mere hours ago. I was again getting ahead of things, imagining him writhing beneath me and begging for more, when I was brought back to reality by a flash of pleasure that coursed through my mind. I gasped, breaking the kiss and as I pulled back I was staring straight into two sparkling eyes, a grin dancing on Die’s kiss-bruised lips. He had sneaked his hand between our bodies, paying attention to my arousal through the rough fabric of my jeans.
Despite my attempts I couldn’t hold back a low moan when he squeezed my growing hardness again, teasing although he knew I would’ve wanted him to get me out of the restricting garment in a record speed. It took a warning growl from me before he ably undid the button and pulled down the zipper, making sure he was driving me mad even then with the slight friction his long fingers applied on all the right places. Then his palms were on my chest, pushing me backwards until I was lying flat on my back, enabling him to pull down the pants and throw them to the floor into the same heap of clothes.
He leaned closer, our mouths again locking in a feverish kiss as he pressed his body closer to mine, grinding against me in a way that made both of us gasp. I wasn’t about to let the teasing go on any longer though, after all that little bastard had already been pulling my strings for hours, starting with his little show off after the concert. A surprised yelp escaped him as I suddenly flipped us over, grabbing his wrists to pin them down on the mattress above his head. My voice was only a low purr as I leaned to speak directly into his ear. “You do know what happens when you do things like that?” A flicker of my tongue against his skin before I bit down beneath his ear sent a shudder down his spine. “Fucking tease…”
Die was still grinning despite the obvious state of arousal he was in, his chest heaving with ragged breaths and little gasps escaping him every time I lazily moved against him. Damn him for enjoying this so much, he knew he had me and I was only wax in his hands when he set out to it. Before I even noticed it he had wrapped his legs around my hips, bucking up against me and making me groan needy. “Just do it, Kao.” There was an unmistakeable challenge in his voice, as if daring me to let go and finally show him his place. It was all it took, those three words breathed out hotly against my throat, and there was no holding back even if I had wanted to.
If I had had the chance to pin him down earlier right after the teasing he had put me through back at the club, I would’ve probably fucked him dry just to show him that it wasn’t wise to play with me like that, to get me all hot and then leave me needing. But now I had other plans for the night, was determined to set out for my plan of going on until we’d collapse on a pile of limbs on the mattress. As the reasonable side slowly wrestled off the want to punish him for his recklessness, I reached down under the bed to fumble for the little box I knew was located there. Cursing, I had to let go of Die’s wrists though as I couldn’t reach, and a small amused chuckle fell from his lips as I desperately tried to get a hold of the needed item.
Finally my fingers grasped the small bottle of lubricant and I pulled myself back on the bed with a small victorious sound. I was positively beaming right then, the grin on my lips wide enough to break my face. Quickly I slid back close to him, silencing whatever he had been about to say by kissing him roughly. We were still locked in the kiss when I inserted two lubricated digits into him, instantly scissoring them to make room for myself. When I pulled back from the kiss I took a moment to look at his flushed cheeks, slightly parted lips and eyes that were closed halfway. He was positively the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen in my life.
A smirk found its way back to my lips though, and the words rolled teasingly off my tongue. “Just because I’m doing this, don’t think I’ll go easy on you.” Curling my fingers I hit the exactly right place inside of him that made him cry out in surprise each time, his back arching a bit as he tried to push back against the digits. Having him thrash and squirm underneath me like that simply took my breath away and he didn’t even need to beg before I already replaced my fingers with my hardness, driving into the tight heat in one hard thrust.
The sensations were always equally overpowering, yet always new and managed to kick me off my feet, metaphorically speaking. His eyes were shimmering and I knew that it hurt at first when I pulled back and built up a fast rhythm, invading his willing body with harsh thrusts. If I hadn’t known him so thoroughly I would’ve slowed down to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, waiting until he had relaxed at least slightly so it would be easier on him. But I knew that this was how he wanted it, how he needed it, the pain mixing with pleasure twining into sensations that weren’t from this world.
It was all written in his movements, in the way he arched from the bed, grabbed my shoulders to hold on to them, tried to meet each and every thrust to gain even more of the sensations. He was loving it as much as I did. Sweat was beading on our skins, shimmering in the soft light in the room, intensifying the slapping sound every single time my hips met his. That was the only sound in the room despite the breathy gasps and groans that were spilling from both of us, getting mixed in the air until no one know in whose throat they originated from. My lips met the skin on his throat and neck constantly as I kept on planting butterfly kisses everywhere I could reach.
When I felt myself near the edge I grabbed the hollows of his knees, folding his body and making him move his legs upwards, resting them on my shoulders as I angled the thrusts differently. It enabled me to drive into him even deeper, a flash of white shooting through my consciousness over and over again, pushing me higher until I was sure I would simply snap. One look at him confirmed that he was almost there too, writhing and panting, his eyes closed as he was completely lost in the sensations. It only took a few more thrusts, mere seconds, before his whole being tensed and a feral outcry pushed its way past his luscious lips. At the same moment I was coming too, the orgasm rocking through every molecule of my being with an unknown force, threatening to knock me out.
I had no idea how long it took until I was beginning to land back to reality again. I was still holding his legs, undoubtedly making breathing harder for him in the position he was bent into. Although he didn’t seem to mind, he gave me a slow smile as I pulled a bit further from him to allow him stretch his limbs. I practically collapsed beside him, collecting him into my arms and pulling him close until his back was against my chest. It always felt a bit awkward like that, seeing that he was so much taller than me, but when I inched a bit upwards I was able to base my chin on his shoulder and plant a kiss on his cheek.
His hands found their way on mine that were tightly wrapped around his waist, and I could feel him relax against me contently. “You know,” He begun in a soft voice, and I didn’t need to see his face to know he was smiling. “I think I should’ve noticed earlier that you always stare at me after concert.” A small chuckle followed and he turned his head a bit, enough to cast a short glance at me, winking. “Another way to make you lose it.”
I don’t think that my growl that was meant to be a warning one had any effect. Especially since it turned out more like a content purr, and I planted a kiss on his soft hair. “Just wait,” I had to speak up, although I knew it was more a promise than a threat. “until this night is through and then tell me if you want to make me desperate again.”
The happy chuckle that escaped him was like music in my ears.
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Still love the whole thing! I'm just too lazy to point out my favourite parts again.
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