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Title: Obsessions
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seinen_no and fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: DiexKaoru
Disclaimer: We own no one, only our dirty imaginations.
Summary: One night Kaoru notices that he has developed an obsession for his lover’s long legs without even noticing it himself. Of course his subconsciousness decides to take over then.
Comments:
seinen_no: Can you imagine that we forgot we ever wrote this? I have no idea how this could have happened, but well, it did. It's cool to read something you've written so long ago that you can't remember completely what happens in there. I at least enjoyed re-reading this short smutty piece and I hope you will too^^
fonulyn: We’re still both so busy that we haven’t managed to write anything new in ages, but when I went through our folder of fics I noticed that we had a couple of things we actually hadn’t posted! So since I had a free moment I instantly used it to edit the short oneshot and then sent it to my better half so she could take a look at it as well. And then here we are, with the finished product XD I hope you like it! I sure liked writing it, although I then apparently forgot it for ages XD
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Obsessions
It was warm, a light breeze blowing and the ocean was endless and beautiful with its dark blue water. How he had gotten there, he had no idea, how he would get away again, no idea. All he knew was that it could have been perfect if it hadn't been for the diva at his side, this redheaded grand-dame who had no eye for the beauty of the nature that surrounded them but kept on complaining constantly about unimportant things like that the sand ruined his expensive Italian leather shoes, the sun burned his perfect skin and of course that everything was his, Kaoru's, fault.
Ignoring Die's complaints and questions, he got rid of his tight jeans which were far too warm for a beautiful tropical surrounding like that. Feeling the sand underneath his bare feet elicited a small, content sigh and for a second Kaoru closed his eyes, only enjoying the moment. His moment of enjoyment was cruelly interrupted though when a voice sounded from behind him, the tone carrying all possible shades of annoyance and irritation, and it was clear that his companion wasn't happy.
"Are you really sure that we should take off our shoes? There could be glass shreds or hard small rocks or something, and I don't want to tear my feet here on top of everything!" The redhead stormed past his companion, only to stop a few meters away when he was closer to the edge of the forest. "Besides it's hot here and I don't have any sun lotion and I'll burn my skin!" He shook his head, turning towards Kaoru with an appalled look on his face. "You have any idea how carefully I have to take care of a skin like this?"
Only half interested, Kaoru turned his head and indeed looked at said skin. It was a nice skin, smooth and white and probably very soft if one touched it, had this porcelain shimmer which made it appear almost see-through. Slowly, he raised his gaze to look into Die's face. "Watch your expression or you might get wrinkles from all the worries," he warned mockingly. "You could use a little tan." Still, inwardly he thought that his companion did look close to perfect just as he was, but he didn't need to feed his ego even more, did he? Why couldn't Die be like the women on one of these famous paintings; ravishingly beautiful but mute?
"I don't like a tan. It just results in skin cancer." Die frowned but then apparently registered the other man's words about wrinkles and smoothed his features instantly, trying to look relaxed. His voice was no less whining though when he went on, reluctantly getting off his shoes and rolling up the legs of his pants. "And it's completely smotheringly hot here! I'm suffocating." He eyed the surroundings, looking like he was searching for a cocktail bar or a pool there. It was no use though, the island was and would stay deserted.
Kaoru noticed the look, but before he replied anything, his gaze got stuck on his companions legs that were revealed underneath his trousers. Those were pretty perfect legs... Long and lean, perfect to wrap around his hips, pull him closer, make him thrust harder. Shaking his head, Kaoru tried to get rid of the, admittedly not suitable, images and rather returned to look into Die's face. "Sorry, no room-service here." He didn't bother to sit down next to the taller man but instead strolled towards the shore, wanting to feel the water splash over his feet. After all, HE didn't mind a tan and gave a shit about skin-cancer.
"But there should be," The redhead mumbled, looking completely dissatisfied. For some time he was silent and Kaoru already had the time to think that he would finally get a moment of peace, but then the other man suddenly jumped up again and approached him. Still walking carefully though, looking at his feet in case there would be something too hard to step on. "How did YOU think you'll get us out of here?" He sounded almost accusing and stopped when he was right beside the other man.
A few red strands had fallen on his face and he looked up from between them, the sight admittedly charming. If only the man would've been less annoying as well... Kaoru was torn between falling for the redhead's beauty and the want to kill him for his annoying nature. For a second, he again stared, but then sighed. "Why me? Somebody will miss us." 'Me at least,' he added in mind since he thought that whoever was with the redhead might be glad to be rid of him.
"But I can't be stuck here for days!!" Die's frown even deepened until he again remembered that he might get wrinkles and tried his best to relax his features. "I need my apple-cinnamon shampoo! And my skin products and I can't miss my manicure. Look!" Suddenly he lifted his right leg until it was only inches away from the other man's face. "I can't even shave my legs! It's gross!"
Somehow being confronted with this lean, smooth and admittedly perfect leg made Kaoru's heart skip a beat and he couldn't help but to stare. Slowly, he even reached out his hand and touched only to learn that he shouldn't have since the skin was so smooth, no stubbles, nothing that disturbed the touch, that it made all the blood in his body rush to his groin within a split-second. "Hmmm," he purred, "feels good." His tone had changed completely, was low and lusty, even the touch growing more indecent as he ran his flat palm upwards along the perfect leg until he reached the inside of the soft thigh.
"It does, doesn't it?" Suddenly the whining tone was completely gone, replaced by a seductive, low purr and the redhead bent his leg on the knee to bring their bodies closer together. "But not for long if we're stuck here." He had brought his lips close to Kaoru's ear and darted out his tongue to teasingly run it along the earshell. "Maybe you should take your chances while you can..?"
Kaoru needn't be told twice. His hand was travelling further until the perfect touch of skin was interrupted by something as primitive and rough as boxers. Groaning lowly, Kaoru didn't bother and instead now ran both of his hands along Die's legs, tugging the blanket aside impatiently. Only distantly he asked himself where the blanket had come from and why they were now lying in bed together, both half naked. The reason dawned on him, but he didn't waste time on elaborating the matter further with himself and instead began to slide lower to be able to touch those beautiful legs not only with his hands anymore but with his lips too.
He was totally aroused, his boxers growing uncomfortable and without thinking about it, he quickly stripped them off to be able to grind against Die's calve in the movement. That made the redhead mumble something incomprehensible and he shifted, pulling his legs a little as if trying to get them further from the touch. "Kao?" With a lot effort Die forced one of his eyes open, raising his head a little to peek at his lover. His voice was only a sleepy mumble and he felt like he was still asleep. Why else would his lover be - quite literally - humping his leg like this if it wasn't a dream?
He turned until he was lying on his back, frowning questioningly as he didn't get any reaction. "Kao, what are you doing?" This felt almost surreal, but even when he pinched himself he didn't wake up. At first, the older guitarist didn't answer but with a row of low, guttural sounds. He had grabbed one of Die's ankles tight to prevent him from turning away, nibbling and licking along the area around his knee while he was practically straddling the limb, not without rubbing his arousal against it of course.
"Smooth," he purred in between, but then got his wits together and answered. "Your legs are so smooth." He didn't even think about the possibility that his action could cause his lover to doubt his sanity, but only acted on instinct, still half caught in his dream where Die had offered his leg so challenging, practically demanded him to sink down on his knees and hump it like a dog in heat.
"No shit Sherlock!" Die rolled his eyes, trying once again to tug his leg away although the attempt was totally half hearted. "I just shaved them today, you were there yourself listening to all my whining." He hadn't wanted to shave his legs in the first place, but it had been a necessity due to their current photoshoot and he had been overruled. He still didn't understand why the other man NOW seemed to be completely fascinated by his smooth legs, he hadn't showed any clear interest earlier that day nor when they had finally gotten into bed late at night.
Kaoru, on his side, seemed to ignore his objections completely and simply held his taller lover's leg hostage, never ceasing to run his lips along the perfect skin. "Did I ever tell you that you have wonderful long, perfectly shaped legs?" he asked, the question seemingly not directed to anybody as he didn't even expect an answer. Suddenly though, he slid his arms into the hollow of Die's knees, pushing them up only to go on kissing the insides of his thighs. He seemed delighted, making all these purring low content sounds. "You even shaved here," he noted before he pulled his lover's comfortable sleeping-boxers aside a bit, his tongue sliding right into the small slit where the thigh met the pelvis.
That made Die yelp a bit but the sound turned into a low groan as it felt good and he was definitely no monk, if his lover was handling him this intimately he was bound to react rather sooner than later. "You might've mentioned it once or twice." He still tried to shift but it only resulted in Kaoru's grip tightening and he obediently stayed still afterwards, at least for a while. "But could you please now tell me what has gotten into you?"
For a moment, the older guitarist stopped in his tracks and lifted his head to look at his lover from eyes that were clouded from sleep and dark with lust which was clearly visible even in the dim darkness of their bedroom. "Your legs," he answered, slowly letting go of said body-parts. Die already thought he had come back to his senses, but that wasn't quite the truth, Kaoru only wanted to get rid of the disturbing garment the other man still wore.
It took him only about two seconds until the boxers were lying on the floor and he again attacked Die's thighs with his lips, tongue and even teeth. He wanted all of it, the smooth feeling somehow making him high as much as the other man's scent. "They look edible in hotpants," he murmured, thinking back to the photoshoot they had just done where Die had worn a costume that consisted of black, tight, leather hotpants which had accentuated the white skin of his perfect long legs.
"Gods Kaoru..." The feelings were beginning to get a little too much for Die and his resistance was growing less, he even parted his thighs a little bit to make more room between them. "You never told me you have a leg-fetish..." He still couldn't fully believe this was happening and wasn't just some sort of freaky dream. Since when did Kaoru have a thing for shaved legs and micro-shorts? But whatever had gotten into the older man Die came to the conclusion he didn't really mind. As long as he would keep up these delicious ministrations, nothing else would matter that much.
Kaoru was still trapped in this wonderful haze between sleep and awake, although he was fully aware of what he was doing. He didn't know either where it had come from, but right now, he wanted to give his lover's legs the attention they deserved. Slowly, he was moving upwards again, pushing Die's knees to his chest in the movement as he let his tongue glide along the underside towards more sensitive and intimate areas. Still, he couldn't hold back a small teasing remark when he slowly circled the other man's entrance with the tip of his tongue. "Shaved here too?" His heart was pounding, but it felt as if it had left his chest and was now pounding in the hard flesh between his legs; each beat taking his lust higher.
The redhead's heartbeat was speeding up as well, and he had closed his eyes to concentrate fully on the feelings that were coursing through him in steady waves. This was something that Kaoru had never done before, and it made him shudder, taking his excitement to a whole new level. He still couldn't completely cover his surprise though, as he had no idea where this was coming from and what had suddenly caused his lover to try new things. He didn't mind though, not in the slightest and was just hoping that the other man wouldn't stop, not now. "Maybe…?" He tried to sound cool, even teasing, but his voice was a little shaken.
Instead of answering with words, Kaoru dragged the flat of his tongue all the way along his lover's crack, not even thinking about it. Only when he felt Die shudder forcefully, he realized how much the other man indeed liked that too and instantly repeated the action. "You did," he purred, his voice low and unsteady. "I want you to always shave there." Slowly, he again moved upwards, nibbling the underside of those beautiful thighs until he almost sat up.
Letting go of one leg, he reached for the bedside table, braking out the small tube of lubricant from the top drawer. Still, he let Die feel again how aroused he was, grinding his hardness against him in the movement. That elicited a clear moan from the younger guitarist and he closed his eyes, biting his teeth together for a few seconds. There was something different in the atmosphere, lust and need hanging heavy in the air and it felt as if the intensity had multiplied in the room. It was almost hard to breathe, and Die found himself practically holding his breath when he felt his lover move against him once again. "Anything you want..." He whispered when the conscious part of his mind registered the previous words, as unbelievable as they sounded. He still didn't understand when his lover had suddenly developed this liking for shaved skin.
The only audible sounds in the room were both of their heavy respiration and the click that showed Kaoru had opened the tube of lubricant. In the next moment, Die felt sticky coldness on the hollows of his knees, his thighs and finally his entrance as the older guitarist ran his palms along the flesh relishing. He was moaning even as if the touch alone was sufficient to get him off, to take his lust so high that his brains weren't able to process it anymore. It was clear that he was in his own world somehow, doing things he had never done before, looking at his lover with different eyes.
When Kaoru was done smothering the lube, he made Die lean his legs against his shoulders, coevally sliding closer to him. He still ran his palm along the redhead's left calf, looking almost hypnotized as he followed the movement with his gaze. Die on his side was watching his lover, unable to look away. There was something intense, arousing, even flattering in the way that he was being looked at, and he definitely enjoyed it. He still hadn't completely managed to get over the surprise, for this was all somewhat out of the ordinary for them, but in the end the surprise only made his heart beat faster and added up to the feelings. He couldn't hold back a low moan when he finally felt his lover push his way into him, the hard flesh stretching him further when he was claimed so intensely.
It was slow and Kaoru only stopped for a second once he was buried inside his lover to the fullest. His eyes on halfmast, he still caressed the other man's legs with his palms, even when he pulled away a bit and thrust forward again. The pressure that had been raising inside him needed a channel and when he picked up the pace and force, he closed his eyes completely for a moment, thinking about his dream, envisioning how he rubbed himself against Die's leg while the other man smirked at him knowingly.
That was too much. He was a respected man, lead-guitarist of a band and he didn't have a leg-fetish. It was all Die's fault. After all, he had been whining about having to shave, had told him to touch and had been ranting about the fact that the hairs would sting once they grow back. All Die's fault! With that on his mind, Kaoru suddenly grabbed his lover's ankles and bent his legs, forcing them down on the other man's chest. The movement went along with a hard, almost angry thrust and although Kaoru knew he was feeding only on images there, the sensations it caused were too good, Die's surprised outcry too enticing not to do it again right away. So he kept it like that, holding the taller man down to claim him with hard, erratic thrusts.
Each and every single one of those thrusts made white bliss shoot through the younger man's consciousness, the sensations mixing into something that took his breath away and left him only capable of taking what his lover was willing to give him. He had instinctively grabbed the sheets into his fists and was pulling on them hard, almost hard enough to rip them. It simply didn't matter that he still had no clue what had gotten into the other man. If it resulted in something this he would gladly accept it anytime again. Right now he didn't have any conscious thoughts though, every single molecule of his being only living for the sensations of the moment. When he felt his lover run his palm along his leg again it felt as if the touch was burning on his skin, and he let out a low, approving groan as his eyes fell shut again.
Kaoru had tilted his head backwards, his moans filling the whole room with their low, purring sound. He had never been very vocal during sex but right now, there was this certain pressure inside him, this feeling that just needed to be channelled somehow. His perception was limited to what was happening between him and his lover, to the pleasure they shared and the need to touch and feel. It took him higher within mere seconds and he was teetering on the edge of release. It was like walking a tightrope when you were only waiting for a breeze to push you down, to make you fly through the air, free for a few precious seconds before you would hit the ground hard.
In the end they both reached the peak simultaneously, automatically tilting their heads enough to initiate a rough kiss while the pleasure overrode them completely. It was so intense that for a few seconds Die almost felt as if he would pass out, could already see the blackness blurring the edges of his vision. In the end it was replaced by pure bliss though, his whole being shuddering almost violently. Gooseflesh had appeared all over Kaoru's arms, the small hairs rising on his neck due to the force of his orgasm. For a few moments, he was lingering in this state of perfect bliss, allowing it to flood his consciousness, to pierce him and become a part of his system.
Only when the kiss broke, when he couldn't hold out any longer and had to breathe, he pulled away from his lover completely, panting to fill his lungs with the needed air. Almost carefully, he placed Die's legs on the mattress again, but not without allowing the touch to linger for longer than necessary, before he collapsed on the mattress, feeling high and spent, content and fulfilled and even a bit guilty at the same time. "I'm sorry," he murmured after a few moments.
"Sorry!?" Die sounded disbelieving, his voice almost breaking as he was so breathless and still completely ignored that while speaking up. "What for?" He shook his head frantically, a few chuckles escaping him as he looked straight at his lover from contently sparkling eyes. "What the hell for?" He was feeling utterly fulfilled and content, unable to hold back a wide grin.
The expression made Kaoru smile as well and he shook his head. "Well," he stuttered, not really knowing what to say if his lover didn't understand him without explanations. "I mean," he made another attempt but finally burst out. "For raping your legs."
"Kaoru," The single word came out as a low purr and somehow Die managed to lace so much meaning simply in his lover's name that it would've been explanation enough in itself. He slid a bit closer, sneaking one arm around the smaller man's waist to pull him against himself properly. "You can rape my legs anytime. I just," he chuckled merrily, his trademark grin spreading on his lips again, "I never knew you were that attracted to them."
Contently, the older guitarist nuzzled against his lover's chest and closed his eyes. "Well, let's just say they are a dream." A smirk spread all over his lips and he didn't feel like explaining it further since even he couldn't grasp fully that this dream about his lover and his legs had turned him on enough to wake his lover up and fuck his brains out.
"A dream?" Die arched an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his voice. As he received no other answer he simply reached out for the blanket and pulled it over both their naked forms, settling comfortably on his place. He was still holding his lover close when he was drifting off to sleep again, his last thought being the firm decision to shave his legs more often from now on.
Author:
seinen_no and fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: DiexKaoru
Disclaimer: We own no one, only our dirty imaginations.
Summary: One night Kaoru notices that he has developed an obsession for his lover’s long legs without even noticing it himself. Of course his subconsciousness decides to take over then.
Comments:
seinen_no: Can you imagine that we forgot we ever wrote this? I have no idea how this could have happened, but well, it did. It's cool to read something you've written so long ago that you can't remember completely what happens in there. I at least enjoyed re-reading this short smutty piece and I hope you will too^^fonulyn: We’re still both so busy that we haven’t managed to write anything new in ages, but when I went through our folder of fics I noticed that we had a couple of things we actually hadn’t posted! So since I had a free moment I instantly used it to edit the short oneshot and then sent it to my better half so she could take a look at it as well. And then here we are, with the finished product XD I hope you like it! I sure liked writing it, although I then apparently forgot it for ages XDAnd feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
It was warm, a light breeze blowing and the ocean was endless and beautiful with its dark blue water. How he had gotten there, he had no idea, how he would get away again, no idea. All he knew was that it could have been perfect if it hadn't been for the diva at his side, this redheaded grand-dame who had no eye for the beauty of the nature that surrounded them but kept on complaining constantly about unimportant things like that the sand ruined his expensive Italian leather shoes, the sun burned his perfect skin and of course that everything was his, Kaoru's, fault.
Ignoring Die's complaints and questions, he got rid of his tight jeans which were far too warm for a beautiful tropical surrounding like that. Feeling the sand underneath his bare feet elicited a small, content sigh and for a second Kaoru closed his eyes, only enjoying the moment. His moment of enjoyment was cruelly interrupted though when a voice sounded from behind him, the tone carrying all possible shades of annoyance and irritation, and it was clear that his companion wasn't happy.
"Are you really sure that we should take off our shoes? There could be glass shreds or hard small rocks or something, and I don't want to tear my feet here on top of everything!" The redhead stormed past his companion, only to stop a few meters away when he was closer to the edge of the forest. "Besides it's hot here and I don't have any sun lotion and I'll burn my skin!" He shook his head, turning towards Kaoru with an appalled look on his face. "You have any idea how carefully I have to take care of a skin like this?"
Only half interested, Kaoru turned his head and indeed looked at said skin. It was a nice skin, smooth and white and probably very soft if one touched it, had this porcelain shimmer which made it appear almost see-through. Slowly, he raised his gaze to look into Die's face. "Watch your expression or you might get wrinkles from all the worries," he warned mockingly. "You could use a little tan." Still, inwardly he thought that his companion did look close to perfect just as he was, but he didn't need to feed his ego even more, did he? Why couldn't Die be like the women on one of these famous paintings; ravishingly beautiful but mute?
"I don't like a tan. It just results in skin cancer." Die frowned but then apparently registered the other man's words about wrinkles and smoothed his features instantly, trying to look relaxed. His voice was no less whining though when he went on, reluctantly getting off his shoes and rolling up the legs of his pants. "And it's completely smotheringly hot here! I'm suffocating." He eyed the surroundings, looking like he was searching for a cocktail bar or a pool there. It was no use though, the island was and would stay deserted.
Kaoru noticed the look, but before he replied anything, his gaze got stuck on his companions legs that were revealed underneath his trousers. Those were pretty perfect legs... Long and lean, perfect to wrap around his hips, pull him closer, make him thrust harder. Shaking his head, Kaoru tried to get rid of the, admittedly not suitable, images and rather returned to look into Die's face. "Sorry, no room-service here." He didn't bother to sit down next to the taller man but instead strolled towards the shore, wanting to feel the water splash over his feet. After all, HE didn't mind a tan and gave a shit about skin-cancer.
"But there should be," The redhead mumbled, looking completely dissatisfied. For some time he was silent and Kaoru already had the time to think that he would finally get a moment of peace, but then the other man suddenly jumped up again and approached him. Still walking carefully though, looking at his feet in case there would be something too hard to step on. "How did YOU think you'll get us out of here?" He sounded almost accusing and stopped when he was right beside the other man.
A few red strands had fallen on his face and he looked up from between them, the sight admittedly charming. If only the man would've been less annoying as well... Kaoru was torn between falling for the redhead's beauty and the want to kill him for his annoying nature. For a second, he again stared, but then sighed. "Why me? Somebody will miss us." 'Me at least,' he added in mind since he thought that whoever was with the redhead might be glad to be rid of him.
"But I can't be stuck here for days!!" Die's frown even deepened until he again remembered that he might get wrinkles and tried his best to relax his features. "I need my apple-cinnamon shampoo! And my skin products and I can't miss my manicure. Look!" Suddenly he lifted his right leg until it was only inches away from the other man's face. "I can't even shave my legs! It's gross!"
Somehow being confronted with this lean, smooth and admittedly perfect leg made Kaoru's heart skip a beat and he couldn't help but to stare. Slowly, he even reached out his hand and touched only to learn that he shouldn't have since the skin was so smooth, no stubbles, nothing that disturbed the touch, that it made all the blood in his body rush to his groin within a split-second. "Hmmm," he purred, "feels good." His tone had changed completely, was low and lusty, even the touch growing more indecent as he ran his flat palm upwards along the perfect leg until he reached the inside of the soft thigh.
"It does, doesn't it?" Suddenly the whining tone was completely gone, replaced by a seductive, low purr and the redhead bent his leg on the knee to bring their bodies closer together. "But not for long if we're stuck here." He had brought his lips close to Kaoru's ear and darted out his tongue to teasingly run it along the earshell. "Maybe you should take your chances while you can..?"
Kaoru needn't be told twice. His hand was travelling further until the perfect touch of skin was interrupted by something as primitive and rough as boxers. Groaning lowly, Kaoru didn't bother and instead now ran both of his hands along Die's legs, tugging the blanket aside impatiently. Only distantly he asked himself where the blanket had come from and why they were now lying in bed together, both half naked. The reason dawned on him, but he didn't waste time on elaborating the matter further with himself and instead began to slide lower to be able to touch those beautiful legs not only with his hands anymore but with his lips too.
He was totally aroused, his boxers growing uncomfortable and without thinking about it, he quickly stripped them off to be able to grind against Die's calve in the movement. That made the redhead mumble something incomprehensible and he shifted, pulling his legs a little as if trying to get them further from the touch. "Kao?" With a lot effort Die forced one of his eyes open, raising his head a little to peek at his lover. His voice was only a sleepy mumble and he felt like he was still asleep. Why else would his lover be - quite literally - humping his leg like this if it wasn't a dream?
He turned until he was lying on his back, frowning questioningly as he didn't get any reaction. "Kao, what are you doing?" This felt almost surreal, but even when he pinched himself he didn't wake up. At first, the older guitarist didn't answer but with a row of low, guttural sounds. He had grabbed one of Die's ankles tight to prevent him from turning away, nibbling and licking along the area around his knee while he was practically straddling the limb, not without rubbing his arousal against it of course.
"Smooth," he purred in between, but then got his wits together and answered. "Your legs are so smooth." He didn't even think about the possibility that his action could cause his lover to doubt his sanity, but only acted on instinct, still half caught in his dream where Die had offered his leg so challenging, practically demanded him to sink down on his knees and hump it like a dog in heat.
"No shit Sherlock!" Die rolled his eyes, trying once again to tug his leg away although the attempt was totally half hearted. "I just shaved them today, you were there yourself listening to all my whining." He hadn't wanted to shave his legs in the first place, but it had been a necessity due to their current photoshoot and he had been overruled. He still didn't understand why the other man NOW seemed to be completely fascinated by his smooth legs, he hadn't showed any clear interest earlier that day nor when they had finally gotten into bed late at night.
Kaoru, on his side, seemed to ignore his objections completely and simply held his taller lover's leg hostage, never ceasing to run his lips along the perfect skin. "Did I ever tell you that you have wonderful long, perfectly shaped legs?" he asked, the question seemingly not directed to anybody as he didn't even expect an answer. Suddenly though, he slid his arms into the hollow of Die's knees, pushing them up only to go on kissing the insides of his thighs. He seemed delighted, making all these purring low content sounds. "You even shaved here," he noted before he pulled his lover's comfortable sleeping-boxers aside a bit, his tongue sliding right into the small slit where the thigh met the pelvis.
That made Die yelp a bit but the sound turned into a low groan as it felt good and he was definitely no monk, if his lover was handling him this intimately he was bound to react rather sooner than later. "You might've mentioned it once or twice." He still tried to shift but it only resulted in Kaoru's grip tightening and he obediently stayed still afterwards, at least for a while. "But could you please now tell me what has gotten into you?"
For a moment, the older guitarist stopped in his tracks and lifted his head to look at his lover from eyes that were clouded from sleep and dark with lust which was clearly visible even in the dim darkness of their bedroom. "Your legs," he answered, slowly letting go of said body-parts. Die already thought he had come back to his senses, but that wasn't quite the truth, Kaoru only wanted to get rid of the disturbing garment the other man still wore.
It took him only about two seconds until the boxers were lying on the floor and he again attacked Die's thighs with his lips, tongue and even teeth. He wanted all of it, the smooth feeling somehow making him high as much as the other man's scent. "They look edible in hotpants," he murmured, thinking back to the photoshoot they had just done where Die had worn a costume that consisted of black, tight, leather hotpants which had accentuated the white skin of his perfect long legs.
"Gods Kaoru..." The feelings were beginning to get a little too much for Die and his resistance was growing less, he even parted his thighs a little bit to make more room between them. "You never told me you have a leg-fetish..." He still couldn't fully believe this was happening and wasn't just some sort of freaky dream. Since when did Kaoru have a thing for shaved legs and micro-shorts? But whatever had gotten into the older man Die came to the conclusion he didn't really mind. As long as he would keep up these delicious ministrations, nothing else would matter that much.
Kaoru was still trapped in this wonderful haze between sleep and awake, although he was fully aware of what he was doing. He didn't know either where it had come from, but right now, he wanted to give his lover's legs the attention they deserved. Slowly, he was moving upwards again, pushing Die's knees to his chest in the movement as he let his tongue glide along the underside towards more sensitive and intimate areas. Still, he couldn't hold back a small teasing remark when he slowly circled the other man's entrance with the tip of his tongue. "Shaved here too?" His heart was pounding, but it felt as if it had left his chest and was now pounding in the hard flesh between his legs; each beat taking his lust higher.
The redhead's heartbeat was speeding up as well, and he had closed his eyes to concentrate fully on the feelings that were coursing through him in steady waves. This was something that Kaoru had never done before, and it made him shudder, taking his excitement to a whole new level. He still couldn't completely cover his surprise though, as he had no idea where this was coming from and what had suddenly caused his lover to try new things. He didn't mind though, not in the slightest and was just hoping that the other man wouldn't stop, not now. "Maybe…?" He tried to sound cool, even teasing, but his voice was a little shaken.
Instead of answering with words, Kaoru dragged the flat of his tongue all the way along his lover's crack, not even thinking about it. Only when he felt Die shudder forcefully, he realized how much the other man indeed liked that too and instantly repeated the action. "You did," he purred, his voice low and unsteady. "I want you to always shave there." Slowly, he again moved upwards, nibbling the underside of those beautiful thighs until he almost sat up.
Letting go of one leg, he reached for the bedside table, braking out the small tube of lubricant from the top drawer. Still, he let Die feel again how aroused he was, grinding his hardness against him in the movement. That elicited a clear moan from the younger guitarist and he closed his eyes, biting his teeth together for a few seconds. There was something different in the atmosphere, lust and need hanging heavy in the air and it felt as if the intensity had multiplied in the room. It was almost hard to breathe, and Die found himself practically holding his breath when he felt his lover move against him once again. "Anything you want..." He whispered when the conscious part of his mind registered the previous words, as unbelievable as they sounded. He still didn't understand when his lover had suddenly developed this liking for shaved skin.
The only audible sounds in the room were both of their heavy respiration and the click that showed Kaoru had opened the tube of lubricant. In the next moment, Die felt sticky coldness on the hollows of his knees, his thighs and finally his entrance as the older guitarist ran his palms along the flesh relishing. He was moaning even as if the touch alone was sufficient to get him off, to take his lust so high that his brains weren't able to process it anymore. It was clear that he was in his own world somehow, doing things he had never done before, looking at his lover with different eyes.
When Kaoru was done smothering the lube, he made Die lean his legs against his shoulders, coevally sliding closer to him. He still ran his palm along the redhead's left calf, looking almost hypnotized as he followed the movement with his gaze. Die on his side was watching his lover, unable to look away. There was something intense, arousing, even flattering in the way that he was being looked at, and he definitely enjoyed it. He still hadn't completely managed to get over the surprise, for this was all somewhat out of the ordinary for them, but in the end the surprise only made his heart beat faster and added up to the feelings. He couldn't hold back a low moan when he finally felt his lover push his way into him, the hard flesh stretching him further when he was claimed so intensely.
It was slow and Kaoru only stopped for a second once he was buried inside his lover to the fullest. His eyes on halfmast, he still caressed the other man's legs with his palms, even when he pulled away a bit and thrust forward again. The pressure that had been raising inside him needed a channel and when he picked up the pace and force, he closed his eyes completely for a moment, thinking about his dream, envisioning how he rubbed himself against Die's leg while the other man smirked at him knowingly.
That was too much. He was a respected man, lead-guitarist of a band and he didn't have a leg-fetish. It was all Die's fault. After all, he had been whining about having to shave, had told him to touch and had been ranting about the fact that the hairs would sting once they grow back. All Die's fault! With that on his mind, Kaoru suddenly grabbed his lover's ankles and bent his legs, forcing them down on the other man's chest. The movement went along with a hard, almost angry thrust and although Kaoru knew he was feeding only on images there, the sensations it caused were too good, Die's surprised outcry too enticing not to do it again right away. So he kept it like that, holding the taller man down to claim him with hard, erratic thrusts.
Each and every single one of those thrusts made white bliss shoot through the younger man's consciousness, the sensations mixing into something that took his breath away and left him only capable of taking what his lover was willing to give him. He had instinctively grabbed the sheets into his fists and was pulling on them hard, almost hard enough to rip them. It simply didn't matter that he still had no clue what had gotten into the other man. If it resulted in something this he would gladly accept it anytime again. Right now he didn't have any conscious thoughts though, every single molecule of his being only living for the sensations of the moment. When he felt his lover run his palm along his leg again it felt as if the touch was burning on his skin, and he let out a low, approving groan as his eyes fell shut again.
Kaoru had tilted his head backwards, his moans filling the whole room with their low, purring sound. He had never been very vocal during sex but right now, there was this certain pressure inside him, this feeling that just needed to be channelled somehow. His perception was limited to what was happening between him and his lover, to the pleasure they shared and the need to touch and feel. It took him higher within mere seconds and he was teetering on the edge of release. It was like walking a tightrope when you were only waiting for a breeze to push you down, to make you fly through the air, free for a few precious seconds before you would hit the ground hard.
In the end they both reached the peak simultaneously, automatically tilting their heads enough to initiate a rough kiss while the pleasure overrode them completely. It was so intense that for a few seconds Die almost felt as if he would pass out, could already see the blackness blurring the edges of his vision. In the end it was replaced by pure bliss though, his whole being shuddering almost violently. Gooseflesh had appeared all over Kaoru's arms, the small hairs rising on his neck due to the force of his orgasm. For a few moments, he was lingering in this state of perfect bliss, allowing it to flood his consciousness, to pierce him and become a part of his system.
Only when the kiss broke, when he couldn't hold out any longer and had to breathe, he pulled away from his lover completely, panting to fill his lungs with the needed air. Almost carefully, he placed Die's legs on the mattress again, but not without allowing the touch to linger for longer than necessary, before he collapsed on the mattress, feeling high and spent, content and fulfilled and even a bit guilty at the same time. "I'm sorry," he murmured after a few moments.
"Sorry!?" Die sounded disbelieving, his voice almost breaking as he was so breathless and still completely ignored that while speaking up. "What for?" He shook his head frantically, a few chuckles escaping him as he looked straight at his lover from contently sparkling eyes. "What the hell for?" He was feeling utterly fulfilled and content, unable to hold back a wide grin.
The expression made Kaoru smile as well and he shook his head. "Well," he stuttered, not really knowing what to say if his lover didn't understand him without explanations. "I mean," he made another attempt but finally burst out. "For raping your legs."
"Kaoru," The single word came out as a low purr and somehow Die managed to lace so much meaning simply in his lover's name that it would've been explanation enough in itself. He slid a bit closer, sneaking one arm around the smaller man's waist to pull him against himself properly. "You can rape my legs anytime. I just," he chuckled merrily, his trademark grin spreading on his lips again, "I never knew you were that attracted to them."
Contently, the older guitarist nuzzled against his lover's chest and closed his eyes. "Well, let's just say they are a dream." A smirk spread all over his lips and he didn't feel like explaining it further since even he couldn't grasp fully that this dream about his lover and his legs had turned him on enough to wake his lover up and fuck his brains out.
"A dream?" Die arched an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his voice. As he received no other answer he simply reached out for the blanket and pulled it over both their naked forms, settling comfortably on his place. He was still holding his lover close when he was drifting off to sleep again, his last thought being the firm decision to shave his legs more often from now on.