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rabenhorst) wrote2008-08-06 05:58 pm
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Title: You and your hand
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seinen_no
Rating: NC17
Pairing: DiexKaoru
Disclaimer: Pfft, Die's living in my closet and Kaoru's tied to my bed. Of course I don't own anybody nor make money with this, but I'm just pathetic and have no other hobbies x)
Summary: During a stay at a hotel, Die remembers he forgot his MP3-player and his camera on the tourbus. When he goes there to fetch the items, he finds something of much more interest.
Comments: Well, what can I say? It's been ages since we posted something and I thought to show you all we're still alive, I could as well post this. I wrote this short thing for my hunney,fonulyn while she was on her trip and we couldn't meet. It's short and I planned to drag this on further initially, but now came to the conclusion that it's quite okay just as it is. Maybe you like it too^^ Enjoy
Hun, I miss you badly and I wished I could just get on a plane and come to visit you RIGHT NOW. Besides, I miss writing with you!
You and your hand
The gap was only wide enough to peek through if Die leaned his shoulder against the small wall that seperated one bunk-bed double from the other. And he did. He had to anyways because the small sneak he had had at what was happening in the lower bunk bed before him had been enough to make his heart beat faster, his knees shaking a bit due to the rush of doing something forbidden caused to shoot through him.
When he tilted his head a bit, pressing his cheek against the wall too, he had the best view. Usually, it would have been dangerous, because he was very well aware of the fact that when he could see, he was most likely to be seen too. Not this time though, not when the only person who could spot him certainly wasn't aware of anything around him.
When Die had gotten back to the bus to fetch his MP3 player and his camera, he couldn't have been prepared to find Kaoru there, lying in his bunk, cheeks flushed, lips and thighs both parted in a delicious way as one hand was moving up and down his hard cock; slowly, relishingly. Die couldn't help but to watch; the sight alone causing his libido to boil, pumping through his whole system with a force that made it hard not to do anything to soothe it.
Die simply had to stare, stare at the thick hard flesh in Kaoru's hand, at what he wanted, what he had wanted for so long already. He had seen his fellow guitarist naked before, during showers after the show, in the sauna or the onsen, but never, never would he have thought that Kaoru was this well equipped. Swallowing, Die closed his eyes and tried to get a hold of himself, forcing down the need and the want that had been rising since more than ten years already. What had he done to be punished like that now? To be allowed to see this and still know he would never get it, would never feel the grip of Kaoru's small hands on his hips, his rough fingertips digging into the skin as he held back for a split-second, the moment that felt like centuries when the anticipation became too much to bear, made your mind stop and your whole being tense, just before he would give in to it, let go and claim him as his.
Die's imagination went into an overdrive, images and sensations flooding him, blurring his sight for a moment as he allowed himself to get lost in this day-dream. But then he was dragged back to reality by the single thoght that he would never have this. Kaoru's beautiful cock belonged only to him, to him and the girls. It was a deflating realization which made something tighten in the tall guitarist's guts. Only then, at this moment of soberness, the question arose why Kaoru had seeked the bus for this private tryst with himself. Why had he seeked the bus on the parking-lot instead of doing this secretly in his hotelroom?
The question was answered as a long, deep and so full moan filled the air that it made the small hairs on Die's arms and neck rise and gooseflesh appeared all over his skin. The sound was something so sexy that it shot straight to his groin. So that was it. Kaoru didn't want anybody to hear him voice his pleasure, didn't want to give away that he was vocal once he gave up control and delivered himself to pleasure only.
Another one of these moans followed and made Die's head spin, the bulge in his jeans growing until it pressed against the rough fabric painfully. His breathing had become quicker as he watched the smaller man's hand pace along his arousal, could see how every squeeze, every brush of the thumb across the sensitive tip made Kaoru shiver slightly and drew one of these wonderful sounds from his parted lips.
He knew he shouldn't stay, shouldn't watch this till the end but he was too weak, simply couldn't turn away from the sight which was something like a dream come true. It didn't take long anymore and the moans were coming more frequent, sounding more desperate. Die was in heaven and hell at the same time. He was provided with the best show in his life and yet wasn't allowed to do anything to soothe the fire that was burning in his own haunches, knowing he would most certainly make a sound and thus give away his presence. That was something he had to avoid under all circumstances.
Still, seeing the man of his wet dreams like that only an arm-length away, a second away from victory, was almost too much for him and he knew that, once he was back at his hotelroom, he would have a long Kaoru-and-his-beautiful-cock-jack-off relief moment.
If one had asked Die, he would have told that he wasn't gay. Not completely at least. He enjoyed his affairs with girls, had a lot of them during their endless tours. But after some time, he always found himself yearning for a man, more likely for cock. The longer a tour lasted, the more the urge inside him grew. Only, he didn't dare to just go and find him some guy who exuded security, who had this certain little something that made him go weak in the knees and just want to give himself up to his custody, in a foreign country where he didn't know the rules. Besides, he didn't want anybody to know that he liked to be bossed around by a guy in bed; was too afraid that his bandmembers would despise him if they found out.
It was hard though to constantly be on your guard and not let anything slip. Especially when the man who, in your imagination, was perfect was around you almost 24/7. Kaoru was everything Die could have ever dreamed of, was secure, dominant, sexy and tough and the younger guitarist had cultivated that image until he couldn't tell the real Kaoru from the imaginary one anymore. Now seeing that even the last aspect which had been unknown to him, which had always been something to only dream about, Kaoru's hard cock, met the image Die had had in his mind, was too good to be true.
A wheeze pulled Die back to reality. Kaoru's body was jolting, his hips arching off the mattress as he was thrusting into his hand. Teetering on the edge of release, the moans and sighs grew louder, came so quick that there wasn't enough time in between for Die to calm down anymore. Gods, he was so hard and so hot that he felt like exploding, just from watching his friend and fellow guitarist gratify himself. And then, without a single sound leaving his lips, Kaoru came. A forceful shudder shook his lithe body, his eyes tightly shut, as he spilled his seed all over his lower belly and chest.
For some reason, Die would have expected him to quickly wipe it off, or even to have a towel by his side or at least a paper tissue. He had been wrong though as the older guitarist didn't make a move, only stayed there panting, his fingers still holding his length.
It was the signal for Die to retreat as quietly and as quickly as possible and only with a lot of will-power, he managed to peel his gaze away from the beauty on the bed. How much would he have wanted to just go there, taste him, taste his hot skin that would smell deliciously like sex and just Kaoru. But he couldn’t.
Author:
seinen_no Rating: NC17
Pairing: DiexKaoru
Disclaimer: Pfft, Die's living in my closet and Kaoru's tied to my bed. Of course I don't own anybody nor make money with this, but I'm just pathetic and have no other hobbies x)
Summary: During a stay at a hotel, Die remembers he forgot his MP3-player and his camera on the tourbus. When he goes there to fetch the items, he finds something of much more interest.
Comments: Well, what can I say? It's been ages since we posted something and I thought to show you all we're still alive, I could as well post this. I wrote this short thing for my hunney,
fonulyn while she was on her trip and we couldn't meet. It's short and I planned to drag this on further initially, but now came to the conclusion that it's quite okay just as it is. Maybe you like it too^^ EnjoyHun, I miss you badly and I wished I could just get on a plane and come to visit you RIGHT NOW. Besides, I miss writing with you!
The gap was only wide enough to peek through if Die leaned his shoulder against the small wall that seperated one bunk-bed double from the other. And he did. He had to anyways because the small sneak he had had at what was happening in the lower bunk bed before him had been enough to make his heart beat faster, his knees shaking a bit due to the rush of doing something forbidden caused to shoot through him.
When he tilted his head a bit, pressing his cheek against the wall too, he had the best view. Usually, it would have been dangerous, because he was very well aware of the fact that when he could see, he was most likely to be seen too. Not this time though, not when the only person who could spot him certainly wasn't aware of anything around him.
When Die had gotten back to the bus to fetch his MP3 player and his camera, he couldn't have been prepared to find Kaoru there, lying in his bunk, cheeks flushed, lips and thighs both parted in a delicious way as one hand was moving up and down his hard cock; slowly, relishingly. Die couldn't help but to watch; the sight alone causing his libido to boil, pumping through his whole system with a force that made it hard not to do anything to soothe it.
Die simply had to stare, stare at the thick hard flesh in Kaoru's hand, at what he wanted, what he had wanted for so long already. He had seen his fellow guitarist naked before, during showers after the show, in the sauna or the onsen, but never, never would he have thought that Kaoru was this well equipped. Swallowing, Die closed his eyes and tried to get a hold of himself, forcing down the need and the want that had been rising since more than ten years already. What had he done to be punished like that now? To be allowed to see this and still know he would never get it, would never feel the grip of Kaoru's small hands on his hips, his rough fingertips digging into the skin as he held back for a split-second, the moment that felt like centuries when the anticipation became too much to bear, made your mind stop and your whole being tense, just before he would give in to it, let go and claim him as his.
Die's imagination went into an overdrive, images and sensations flooding him, blurring his sight for a moment as he allowed himself to get lost in this day-dream. But then he was dragged back to reality by the single thoght that he would never have this. Kaoru's beautiful cock belonged only to him, to him and the girls. It was a deflating realization which made something tighten in the tall guitarist's guts. Only then, at this moment of soberness, the question arose why Kaoru had seeked the bus for this private tryst with himself. Why had he seeked the bus on the parking-lot instead of doing this secretly in his hotelroom?
The question was answered as a long, deep and so full moan filled the air that it made the small hairs on Die's arms and neck rise and gooseflesh appeared all over his skin. The sound was something so sexy that it shot straight to his groin. So that was it. Kaoru didn't want anybody to hear him voice his pleasure, didn't want to give away that he was vocal once he gave up control and delivered himself to pleasure only.
Another one of these moans followed and made Die's head spin, the bulge in his jeans growing until it pressed against the rough fabric painfully. His breathing had become quicker as he watched the smaller man's hand pace along his arousal, could see how every squeeze, every brush of the thumb across the sensitive tip made Kaoru shiver slightly and drew one of these wonderful sounds from his parted lips.
He knew he shouldn't stay, shouldn't watch this till the end but he was too weak, simply couldn't turn away from the sight which was something like a dream come true. It didn't take long anymore and the moans were coming more frequent, sounding more desperate. Die was in heaven and hell at the same time. He was provided with the best show in his life and yet wasn't allowed to do anything to soothe the fire that was burning in his own haunches, knowing he would most certainly make a sound and thus give away his presence. That was something he had to avoid under all circumstances.
Still, seeing the man of his wet dreams like that only an arm-length away, a second away from victory, was almost too much for him and he knew that, once he was back at his hotelroom, he would have a long Kaoru-and-his-beautiful-cock-jack-off relief moment.
If one had asked Die, he would have told that he wasn't gay. Not completely at least. He enjoyed his affairs with girls, had a lot of them during their endless tours. But after some time, he always found himself yearning for a man, more likely for cock. The longer a tour lasted, the more the urge inside him grew. Only, he didn't dare to just go and find him some guy who exuded security, who had this certain little something that made him go weak in the knees and just want to give himself up to his custody, in a foreign country where he didn't know the rules. Besides, he didn't want anybody to know that he liked to be bossed around by a guy in bed; was too afraid that his bandmembers would despise him if they found out.
It was hard though to constantly be on your guard and not let anything slip. Especially when the man who, in your imagination, was perfect was around you almost 24/7. Kaoru was everything Die could have ever dreamed of, was secure, dominant, sexy and tough and the younger guitarist had cultivated that image until he couldn't tell the real Kaoru from the imaginary one anymore. Now seeing that even the last aspect which had been unknown to him, which had always been something to only dream about, Kaoru's hard cock, met the image Die had had in his mind, was too good to be true.
A wheeze pulled Die back to reality. Kaoru's body was jolting, his hips arching off the mattress as he was thrusting into his hand. Teetering on the edge of release, the moans and sighs grew louder, came so quick that there wasn't enough time in between for Die to calm down anymore. Gods, he was so hard and so hot that he felt like exploding, just from watching his friend and fellow guitarist gratify himself. And then, without a single sound leaving his lips, Kaoru came. A forceful shudder shook his lithe body, his eyes tightly shut, as he spilled his seed all over his lower belly and chest.
For some reason, Die would have expected him to quickly wipe it off, or even to have a towel by his side or at least a paper tissue. He had been wrong though as the older guitarist didn't make a move, only stayed there panting, his fingers still holding his length.
It was the signal for Die to retreat as quietly and as quickly as possible and only with a lot of will-power, he managed to peel his gaze away from the beauty on the bed. How much would he have wanted to just go there, taste him, taste his hot skin that would smell deliciously like sex and just Kaoru. But he couldn’t.
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