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Title: Miami Vice, Freeze!
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seinen_no and fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: We own no one, only our dirty imaginations.
Summary: Toshiya had never thought that Die could make him turn his head with such a horrendous choice of clothing. Nevertheless, against all his exceptions, he has to admit that he kind of likes the sight… maybe a bit too much. And Die knows it very well.
Comments: This is written for for D/T Spring Fever 2010!
seinen_no: Hey everybody! I am not so sure if it comes across what this has to do with spring but to me, they are having a serious spring-fever, don't they? Being so horny and greedy for each other. I at least think so. Other than that, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing this. It's always funny for me to see how fonulyn and I change our style a bit, use other words and try out new things with time. This here clearly shows we began reading smut novels *lol* And I could tell you even which one^^
Anyhow, I zip it now and let you read….
fonulyn: Truth to be told, I enjoyed re-reading this probably as much as I enjoyed writing it earlier XD I hope that you’ll like it too. And the jacket we’re talking about, the one this whole thing got its inspiration from, there is a picture of that underneath the lj-cut as well!
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Miami Vice, Freeze!
It was hard to keep a straight face; almost impossible. Toshiya could feel Die's heat to his left and even without looking, he knew that all it took was a tiny movement and their hands would touch. At first he had thought he hadn't seen right. Die wore a ridiculous silver, very Miami Vice - Don Jonson-like - jacket that was so 80ies, it hurt. But, and that was a big fat BUT there, he wore ONLY that. No shirt, no nothing underneath and he friggin' left it wide open for the bassist's hungry eyes to roam all the way down to his crotch, caressing miles and miles of white, smooth and creamy skin with his gaze.
Very much to the dismay of his cock that began twitching impatiently in his pants, Die was wearing jeans that were riding forbiddingly low on his hips. His fingertips were itching to touch, his lips trying to remember the taste of that flawless skin, the scent in his nose that always made his libido boil without him being able to prevent it. And then Die only flashed him one of his trademark smiles, knowing too well that it had been too long since they had had a moment of togetherness. Fuck togetherness! Since they had fucked, had devoured each other and filled the night with nothing but agonizing pleasure.
Now the tall guitarist was pretending like nothing was wrong when he raised his gaze towards the ceiling, ready for photoshoot while Toshiya was praying that the camera wouldn't see the dominant bulge that had formed in his pants. Thankfully their vocalist was standing partly in front of him, concealing the most from the camera. Yet Toshiya was so distracted that when the rest of the band looked upwards for the picture, his gaze was directed straight to the camera. It was the only way for him to keep it off the lithe guitarist at his side, the only way for him to stop himself from jumping him then and there. Even the photographer commented on Toshiya's intense gaze, on the way his eyes were dark and seductive. Only that he thought it were the bassist's good acting skills, completely unaware of the fact that it was all because of the tall guitarist.
They still took a couple of more photos, just to make sure that there was a good shot amongst them all. When they were shifting a bit, Die's hand suddenly brushed against Toshiya's ever so slightly. It could've been an accident, and to pretty much everyone it probably looked like that. Still, the two of them knew it was completely intentional. Die knew that as small as the touch was, it was still a serious challenge for the bassist's self-control. Heat shot along the bassist's nerve-tracks, tingling and teasing, making him gasp inaudibly before holding his breath. It had been too long. Two weeks, two endlessly long weeks of not seeing each other. They had both visited their families and then they had thought that some time apart would do them good, always cautious that the public wasn't supposed to find out about them. Right at that moment though, Toshiya would have said to screw public and screw in public. His walking was a bit stiff, his smile forced when the photographer thanked them and especially him again. They needed to get home, right now!
They had been seeing each other more or less regularly for months now, and it always seemed to get more frequent. It had started off only as releasing steam whenever they had desperately needed somebody. Then it had slowly, but steadily, developed to a relationship of some sort as they were drawn to each other more and more every passing day. It wasn't that the guitarist wasn't burning up from the inside already as well. He had been missing Toshiya during these two weeks, had been imagining how it would be once they'd finally get together again. He wasn't even ashamed to admit he had been fantasizing of the moment.
Now he was aiming for the most casual appearance possible, even exchanged a couple of words with the photographer before following his bandmates. He stepped closer to Toshiya, until they were walking next to each other, and gave him a sideways glance as he spoke up lowly. "Wanna come over?" He knew the answer before he even asked, though.
Toshiya both hated and loved that the other man was able to play him this easily. Still, the question made him grin, even if only shortly. "I should punish you by going home alone and later sending you a nice video of me having fun with my hand," he muttered under his breath as they stepped into the elevator together. If their bandmates knew about them, they had kept it to themselves and so the two did keep their private business private too.
The words made Die chuckle lowly, and one could see the amused sparkle in his eyes as he turned to look straight at the bassist. "You wouldn't have even half as much fun as with me." He stated, and although his voice was ambiguous he knew that the words could be taken as something totally innocent too, seeing that the two of them had the tendency to get together only to play some videogames too occasionally.
Inwardly, Toshiya asked himself when it had happened that their friendship had become something more. He couldn’t put his finger on a distinct moment where his friendship had turned to lust and later to what they were having now. He wouldn't call it endless love, but that could still change. The look he gave the older man clearly said 'as if I wouldn't know that' and when they left the building, he grabbed the sleeve of Die's Miami Vice jacket, now with a shirt covering the perfect skin underneath, and dragged him towards the trainstation. "Die and I will play some Halo," he informed Shinya who had been waiting for Toshiya to follow him to his car so that he could drop the bassist at his apartment since they had the same way.
"Oh, sure. Have fun guys," Shinya nodded at the words, waving his hand disinterestedly at his two friends as he turned to go to his car. Die couldn't hold back a low chuckle, shaking his head a little bit in a way that made his hair flow around his face. It had gotten long and though he told himself, and everyone else, that he just liked it that way, he still remembered the moment a few weeks ago when Toshiya had ran his fingers through his hair, telling him he liked how it was growing out. "Play some Halo?" He asked amusedly though, and only one look down at his wrist showed him that Toshiya was still holding on to his jacket. "I thought you wanted to play with something else?" He teased.
The bassist followed his gaze, but didn't let go. Instead, he let his eyes rest heavily on Die's crotch, remembering how good it felt when he was swelling in his palm, when Die was groaning, trying to keep in control and yet was bound to lose the battle. "Careful," he purred, finally looking up to meet Die's dark eyes with his own. "I will play alright. And it will take at least an hour until
somebody wins."
That made Die swallow hard, his heart skipping a beat at the combination of the bassist's dark gaze and the tone in his voice. He already opened his mouth to reply something, but in the end didn't come up with anything before Toshiya had turned away again, determinedly dragging him further. Thankfully he didn't live far away, Die thought inwardly, as he wasn't sure if either of them could wait much longer. They didn't even manage to talk much, only exchanging long glances and trying hard to keep apart.
In passing by the backyard of a house, Toshiya weighed their chances of letting off some steam there without getting caught. He was so hard already, it hurt and he sensed that Die was suffering the same. To pass some time and keep the anticipation rising, he thought about everything he could do, thought how he would tease his lover until Die couldn't take it anymore and would beg him to take it to the next level, to fuck him hard until he felt like coming undone, going boneless with the inflicted pleasure.
Die wasn't quite that far with his thoughts yet, although he certainly was imagining how it would be once the door of his apartment would finally fall shut behind them. He was imagining the fiery kisses, longing touches and the feverish touches, how they would practically rip each other's clothes off to get to smooth skin. It wasn't all that clever to go through such things in their minds now, as it was just getting them more and more desperate. Yet neither of them could resist, neither of them could stop.
It felt like an eternity, but finally they stilled in front of the familiar apartment complex. An almost relieved chuckle spilled from Die's lips, as he turned to grin at the bassist. "Never felt so long to get here, eh?" Easily, he turned his hand and caught the other man's in his grip, giving his large hand a small squeeze. There was no one there paying attention to them, and he figured the gesture would go unnoticed.
The single touch of the warm, dry hand on his skin made Toshiya's heart bounce and he felt a flash of heat shoot through his entire body. "Fuck Die, just open the door," he uttered, chuckling a bit as well. He wanted those lips, wanted to kiss them hard and deep, tender and slow and he wanted to feel the other man's skin on his own, wanted them to rub each other in frenzy while they were trying hard to keep in check and not act too pathetic by coming just from something like that. Yet, it had happened before and two weeks without seeing each other, without even a quick shag or a blowjob or just a kiss, made them both feel like they were starving.
Die nodded almost hastily, grinning to himself as he punched in the door-code and let them both into the building. He still didn't release the bassist's wrist though, was holding on to him as they headed into the elevator. "You know," he began lowly and the amusement was still clearly laced in his voice, along with something else. "I don't remember when I was last this eager to get home." He smirked, looking over his shoulder as the elevator's doors finally slid open and they were on the right floor. He didn't say anything more though, just tugged the bassist's hand to make him move.
Toshiya stepped over the threshold and while the doors were still closing behind him, he already pinned the other man against the opposite wall. For a split second, he hesitated, their faces so close that their breaths were mixing. "Was the first night you took me home to your place when we started to fuck," he said matter-of-factly with a sly grin. Before Die could either confirm or deny, his lips were claimed in a passionate, fiery kiss that would leave both of their lips bruised and them wanting more.
It made Die mewl into it and in a split second his hands shot into his lover's hair, tangling in the soft strands as he pulled him even closer to deepen the contact. He didn't know if it was even possible, seeing how they were already almost eating each other alive, but he couldn't stop himself from wanting more. The kiss only broke when they were both out of breath, inhaling eagerly as they tore apart. Die grinned, his lips almost touching the other man's. "Why is it always me who takes you home with me?" He asked lowly, his voice clearly laced with the need that was burning inside of him.
"Because you live in the fucking city," the younger man retorted smugly. His lips were glistening wet, Die's taste filling him and making his head spin. Although it was torture, he loved these seconds when the anticipation of what was to come only rose higher, beyond the bearable. "C'mon babe," he looked up, shuddering at the dark edges around Die's pupils that were clearly showing how turned-on he already was. "You know I love your bed too. It's perfect for tying you up..." Indeed, his own bed wasn't very useful for games like that and boy, he and Die enjoyed games a lot, no matter what and no matter which way.
"Oh of course," Die nodded slowly, the grin on his lips even widening. "Does that mean you want to tie me up and put the bed to a test to see how much it can take?" He leaned in, brushing his lips over the other man's. Teasingly, he even poked out his tongue, licking over the bassist's lips although he had no intentions to make it a real kiss. He had sneaked his arms around the bassist's neck, already trying to manoeuvre them further down the hall.
Toshiya allowed him to lead the way, trusting Die's neighbours wouldn't be all too shocked if they met him in the hall, making out heavily with another man. Already feeling the other man's body press against his own so promisingly sent hot and cold shivers down his spine, made him groan lowly in the back of this throat. "You feel fucking good," he admitted when Die had loosened the grip so that he could open the door to his apartment finally. "Your mommy fed you well." To show what he meant, he slid his palms under the shirt, brushing along the incredibly warm and soft skin on Die's belly. The mere touch caused his arousal to swell further in his jeans, pressing against Die's rear as he was leaning against his back. "You were killing me at the photoshoot with those looks."
"I figured you'd know how to appreciate it," Die practically purred lowly, tilting his head back so that he could breathe a hot kiss on the side of the bassist's long neck. He managed to even catch his earlobe between his teeth, tugging on it a bit teasingly. "The jacket, it's new. Bought it just for you." He went on grinning. That had been exactly his intention, driving the other man insane with lust already at the photoshoot so that the heat would have time to rise.
"You really have no taste, babe," Toshiya teased but then shivered when his lover pressed back against him before finally stepping into the apartment. The younger man followed, quickly kicking the door shut with his heel. "Damnit Die, I was so fucking hard during the photoshoot, I could've done you through my pants." The words were spoken in and admonishing tone but the fact that Toshiya had pinned the other man against the wall again, arching his back so that their bodies were pressed together perfectly, spoke a whole different language. "I should really punish you for this."
"Oh yes," Die's voice had dropped to a low purr and he tilted his head ever so slightly, brushing his lips over the soft skin in the corner of his lover's mouth. "You should punish me. And punish me good." One could already hear the grin in his voice, and he even emphasized it by pressing back against the other man. Feeling the hard bulge in his pants sent hot and cold shivers down his spine, as who wouldn't have enjoyed the knowledge that he turned his lover on?
The words made Toshiya grin and he began to slide the jacket down Die's shoulders until it dropped to the floor. Before the other man, neat as he was, could bend down and put it on a hanger, he let the shirt follow though but this time caught Die's arms in it, tangling it there so that he couldn't move them away from behind his back. "I will punish you," he breathed out right into the older man's ear, purposefully letting the air wet the sensitive skin there before even using his tongue. "Let's start with getting you desperate, eh?" It came out like a tease but Die knew that Toshiya would be suffering just as much as he. He could already feel it in the following kiss. The younger man was practically fucking Die's mouth with his tongue, probing, teasing, torturing before it retreated, allowing Die to follow him and continue the play in his mouth. Toshiya's fingers were between Die's legs, rubbing the bulge there firmly, almost roughly, as he knew the other man really liked being handled hard.
That was exactly the way to make Die go boneless with need, and he didn't even try to cover that up. He was mewling into the kiss, the sound dying somewhere between their mouths as neither of them was willing to pull back. It was as if the heat between them had multiplied already the second the door had closed behind them, and there was no way to back off now any longer. Tentatively he tugged his arms a bit, only to notice that his hands were bound by the shirt pretty effectively.
Toshiya's head was spinning already, the lack of oxygen, some might have said while he knew it was Die's taste, mint and cigarettes and coke, all there mixing right with his very own flavour that sent ripples of pleasure and need straight to the bassist's groin. When he could feel the other man groan into his mouth, he finally had mercy and began to tug open his jeans, but before pulling them down or freeing him, he stepped back. "On the bed," he breathed out and while this would have come out like a command usually, he was far too affected already to play that game right now. He only ably untied the shirt from around Die’s wrists, allowing him to move his hands as he wished.
"Fuck, Tosh," Die's eyes were dark with need already, his voice more than breathless as he couldn't make it work any better than that. He grabbed the bassist's shirt, yanking him closer so he could crush their mouths together in yet another one of those deep kisses. It was a short one this time, and when it broke he still didn't release the other man's shirt from his grasp but pulled him along as he backed towards the bedroom. Thankfully the apartment was quite small, not much space to cover, before they were already in there. Now he finally released Toshiya's shirt, almost pushing him backwards. A grin was dancing on his lips, as he moved to get on the bed as ordered. Once he was in the middle of it he leaned back, steadying himself on his hands, while even parting his legs a little bit although he still wore his jeans. "Like this?"
The sight made Toshiya's throat dry up and his voice sounded hoarse when he spoke up in an intense whisper. "You are going to kill me!" The next moment, he was right behind his lover, his palms running up from Die's thighs to the small butt, squeezing his buttocks before hooking his fingers in the already loose cuff of the jeans. Slowly, agonizingly slow for himself, Toshiya pulled the garment down along with Die's boxer briefs, working together with his lover to get rid of them completely. He took the second it took to strip Die off his socks as well, never fond of guys who left those on during sex.
Instantly afterwards, Die had gone back to the former position, open and ready for him, seemingly surrendering to whatever he wanted to do. Toshiya knew it was only on the surface but as long as it would last, he grabbed his chances to make Die forget what he had ever intended with this game. Dotting small, teasing kisses up the older man's spine, Toshiya pressed his own, still clothed, body against his lover's, rubbing and teasing the smooth skin on his back with the rough denim on his crotch. "Perfect," he purred into Die's ear, licking along his neck before beginning to suck near the shoulder, knowing it would leave a mark behind. "Missed me, babe?" he teased, scraping his teeth across the already bruised skin. "Missed my hard cock?" After a second, he chuckled lowly. "Or did you find a good substitute?"
That now made Die chuckle and he shook his head the tiniest of bit. "A good substitute? Babe," he craned his neck to look at the other man from the corner of his eyes. "I might not always have been faithful to everyone I was screwing. But trust me, it hasn't even passed my mind to try find a substitute for you." He didn't wait for a reply, before he was already bending his back a bit, to grind his rear against the other man's crotch teasingly. "So yes," he breathed out hotly, scraping his teeth over the sensitive spot below the other man's ear. "I missed you."
The confession of his faithfulness worked even better than the one that he had missed the younger man, making Toshiya shiver and moan lowly somewhere in the back of his throat. They had never talked about these things and honestly, he wouldn't have been mad if Die had had some action on the side, more a bit disappointed. Still, Toshiya shook his head, a grin spreading across his lips. "That's not what I meant," he purred, one hand sliding around the other man, down the hard chest to the smooth, incredibly sexy belly that had turned his head earlier already, to the pulsing length between Die's legs. "I was more talking about the plastic substitutes..."
"Oh," Die's lips formed a perfect 'o' as the understanding dawned on him. The next second the sound turned to a long, incoherent groan, though, as those long, nimble fingers were laced around his arousal. The touch sent sugary laces of pleasure through him, into every part of his being. "In that case," he managed to get out after a while, a low and breathless chuckle escaping him. "I've been bad. I was cheating on you. With the dark green present you gave me."
The younger man made a humming sound in the back of his throat, scraping his teeth down his lover's spine until he bit down playfully at the small of his back. His hand was gripping hard as it jerked upwards, from base to tip. His thumb circling the thick head, teasing as he knew Die loved it the most. "The green one," he purred, fighting to give his voice a pondering undertone. "You will have to tell me about it later on and I forgive you," he decided just when he pulled his body back far enough so that he could dive his tongue between his lover's buttocks, flicking the tip across the entrance once, twice, before moving even lower.
That now made the guitarist groan incoherently, his head falling forward as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "Oh god Tosh, if you keep doing that I will tell you anything," he promised breathlessly, even nodding a bit hastily to emphasize the words. He shifted a bit on his place, parting his thighs as if asking for more. This was something that he was growing more and more addicted to, having Toshiya's bold tongue tease him everywhere, literally.
The younger man would have answered but he had already sucked his lover's balls into his mouth, rolling his wet tongue around the soft flesh. Still, in reply and also to tease Die, he tugged a bit, letting him feel his teeth playfully. When he could feel the breath hitch in his lover's throat, even the moans being short and going along with his pants for breath, he released him again, breathing against the wet skin before moving upwards once more. All this time, he never ceased to offer strokes on Die's arousal, slow and rough, squeezing more the closer his fist came to the tip. The shudders and jolts that it sent right through Die's body caused something to twitch inside Toshiya in response, making him ache for more badly.
To Die it felt like he was pushed beyond his limits time and time again, even when he had thought it was impossible to get higher any longer. He had been teetering on the edge for what felt like a small eternity, every single touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He was biting on his lower lip, had grabbed the sheets into his fists and was pulling on them harshly, to have something to hold on to. "Tosh, stop, stop," he gasped out finally, trying to tell the other man that this would be all over for him if the touches would go on like this, "I'm gonna..."
"Come?" the younger man asked teasing, giving Die's puckering entrance another lick and his length one more stroke. Usually, he had made it a sport to make Die spurt before him, to make his world come undone and only then he would make use of the tightness of his body. Although usually Toshiya was inside him then already. "Alright babe, gimme the lube and the rubber," he demanded, sitting back on his heels. He was itching to touch and tease more, to lick and suck and taste and feel, but he held back, knowing that Die couldn't take anything anymore.
With a low, frustrated groan Die shifted a bit so that he could reach to the bedside, ably snatching a condom and a small tube of lube from the small table there. Thankfully he hadn't put them away into the drawer after their last get-together, so they were lying waiting on the surface. "You sure you wanna bother with the lube?" He asked as he handed the items to the other man, placing them in his large palm.
Toshiya's head snapped up from trying to find the small dent in the package where the condom would open more easily. "Are you sure?" he asked, his heart pounding a bit faster at the thought of doing the other man without the aid of slick lubricant. They had only done it once without and that hadn't been all too good for Die's walking-abilities the next day. Still, the younger man didn't wait for a reply anymore before already tearing the wrapping open and rolling the condom down his thick arousal. This faint touch already was almost too much on him and he realized how long this had been dragging on already.
"Yeah," Die nodded, for a second meeting the other man's gaze with his own. "I'm sure." The next second he turned his head down again, bringing his hands to the back of his head while his elbows were steadied against the mattress. Almost invitingly he bent his back, his heart beating fast and hard in his chest in pure anticipation for more. He had really missed the other man, both mentally and physically. And he was yearning for this, wanted to feel it as intense as possible, without caring for the possible consequences.
There was no way though Toshiya would take him without prepping at all. Without sounding arrogant, he was simply too big and Die was tight like a virgin, no matter how often he had taken it from behind already. So he held back and instead of giving Die what he obviously wanted the most already, he wet two fingers, first only pressing one against the tight ring of muscles that protected his opening. At first, everything inside the older man tensed and the muscle clenched shut tightly but with a bit of patience, some pressing and teasing, he managed to make it give way for him, allowing the finger to slide into the hot body without problems.
Already that elicited a long, low sigh from the guitarist, who instantly grabbed his hair in the back of his neck in the need to have something to hold on to. One could see how he was fighting for control over himself, tried to make his body relax and allow the intrusion. If already having one finger inside of him felt this good he didn't even dare to imagine the moment he would get the real thing. Another finger soon joined the first, making him gasp lowly. The next second a strangled outcry spilled from his lips though, his whole body practically jolting as the other man had found the exactly perfect spot to tease.
Die was like a wonder to Toshiya and he just loved the strong reactions, loved to feel him jolt and make him twist in pleasure. Feeling his insides with his fingertips was so good, the sensations going straight to his groin. Something inside him always regretted they hadn't yet reached the stage where they could talk about doing it without protection, where they were ready to commit with everything that belonged to a relationship. So Toshiya enjoyed these moments to no end where he could feel Die's insides first-handed, could feel the heat and the softness of his inner walls. Soon though it was time, his cock demanding more attention, yearning to drive into that body without asking what its owner wanted.
Die was way beyond the point to be able to hold back either, and he was practically shivering in anticipation as he knew what would follow when those digits were retreating from his body. He released all air from his lungs, bending his back in a way that made him look practically inviting. At least he was a willing victim, wanted more of the sensations and was ready to do pretty much anything to gain what he needed. "C'mon Tosh. Fuck me already!"
Grinning, the younger man slapped his lover's ass once, speaking in a teasing tone. "It's never good for the bottom if he tries to top the top." The next moment, one hand was on Die's hip, his other helping positioning him. Another slap followed, short and not so hard, right before Toshiya nudged his hips forward, slowly connecting their bodies in one fluent thrust. "Oh god Die I fucking missed you," he groaned out, squeezing his eyes shut as the sensations took over, pleasure spreading into every molecule of his body.
It took Die a moment to even realize the content of the words as his mind was busy trying to process the sensations that were coursing through him. The hot, heavy flesh was filling him up to the brim, pulsating inside of him in such an intimate way that it made him feel like he was simply going mad. Shamelessly he pushed back against the other man, wordlessly urging him to go on and give him more of the sensations, both the pain that the intrusion caused and the blinding pleasure going along with it. The words made a breathless chuckle spill from him though. "Are you sure you didn't just miss a good fuck?" He asked teasingly.
"You're not just a good fuck," Toshiya got out in between harsh breaths, building a steady rhythm of slow thrusts at first to give his lover the time to get used to him although it didn't even seem necessary. "You're the best good fuck I ever had," he added grinning and again slapped the side of Die's ass before grabbing his buttock into his palm, squeezing firmly before rubbing the hot skin with his palm. Every touch, every slap and every thrust made the inner walls collapse around his length, causing pleasure beyond the bearable.
The slap elicited a low outcry from the guitarist, his back arching on its own as the feelings shot through him. He had developed a real kink for this, loved the feeling of his lover's palm making contact with his skin, leaving a reddening area behind. The slight pain was mixing with the pleasure he was going through, turning into something brand new, something that made his head spin and his world practically crush down on him. "T-thank y-you," he managed to get out between harsh breaths, and although he had aimed for a slightly mocking tone of voice it failed miserably. It made him strangely content, hearing that he was the best good fuck for the other man.
It wasn't even close to what Toshiya thought of him. He hadn’t had many lovers like Die, open and experimental, horny and able to take a lot. Besides, there was something much deeper between them but neither had figured out exactly how to show it, let alone acknowledge it. "C'mon," he grunted, emphasizing his following words with another short slap. "Work a bit, babe. Move!" He wanted to feel how greedy Die was for his cock, wanted him to move backwards and slide along his length so that he only had to meet him half way.
Again the slap made Die gasp before a low groan pushed its way past his lips, his whole being shuddering clearly. He didn't say anything, but when the other man built up the next thrust he obediently moved back against him, trying to force him as deep into his body as humanly possible. The hard flesh was brushing against his inner walls, tantalizing in a way that made his head spin and he really was greedy for more. Before long he was shamelessly moving backwards, trying to build up enough leverage for it.
For the time being, Toshiya was fully content with what this made him feel. Having Die fuck himself like this never failed to turn him on but this wasn't everything that bereaved him his conscious thoughts that moment. It was that hot body which seemed just as greedy as its owner, clenching down on him, practically eating his whole length. Toshiya's head was spinning, sweat running down his temples until suddenly he couldn't bear the sweet torment any longer. Grabbing Die's hips with a vice-like grip, he made the next thrust hard and deep, forcing himself inside so deep that he could swear he hadn't been there before yet.
A strangled scream tore its way from Die's throat as he threw his head back, blinding white flashing in front of his wide open eyes. He had barely the time to gasp for breath before the next one of those thrusts followed, bereaving him of any possibility to form a clear though, let alone say anything. He had been so needy, for the past two weeks he had been constantly thinking of this, fantasizing of the moment they'd finally get down to it again. And now it was even better than in his imagination, made his head spin and he truly felt like dying.
The way his body bent so deliciously was like an invitation for Toshiya to reach out and grab Die's shoulder with one hand, using the grip to yank him backwards with each thrust. The movements were slower now but deeper and harder, the air not only filled with their simultaneous moans and groans but also with the sound of naked skin meeting skin. The closer the peak was, the more desperate Toshiya became. He hadn't even had much time to release some tension otherwise than an occasional quick jerk-off moment in the shower during these two weeks and now all the pent up pressure was discharging in this one moment of fulfilling carnal needs.
Toshiya was sweating so much that his skin was slick everywhere, while there was only a thin layer of sweat beading on Die's white skin. Somehow they both had grown to enjoy that contrast a lot, even though they didn't always realize it consciously. They were panting, only gasping for breath desperately in between of low moans and outcries, as breathing was completely irrelevant right now. It felt that it would go on forever like this, the heat consuming them from the inside with no way out. Then, without a forewarning, Die's world came crushing down on him. His whole being tensed almost violently, the pleasure flooding his mind like a tidal wave as the climax came over him in one electric shock.
A strange whimper left the bassist's lips when his lover gripped his length so tight that the following thrust hurt both of them. Still, Toshiya didn't ease down on Die but took advantage of the incredible friction his body offered at this moment, boosting Die's pleasure while demanding his own share. It only went on a few seconds like this until he had to surrender to the sensations and a white blaze was exploding somewhere in his mind. Throwing his head back, he slammed inside once more, deeper and harder than ever while he filled the condom with his hot release.
It was like a second orgasm for the older man, his whole body spasming uncontrollably at the very same moment. His mouth opened in a silent scream, not a single sound coming out though the vocal chords were clearly visible on the side of his neck. The next moment a whole set of clear shudders shook his being. Automatically, Toshiya wrapped his arms around the other man's waist, pressing close to him. That made Die smile instantly, a content purr escaping his lips without him even noticing it.
They were still lost in pleasure, consumed by the just experienced, but it was as if their bodies were searching for closeness. It all came from somewhere deep inside of them, from their subconsciousness that seemed to know what they needed even better than they did. They were so used to being friends, best pals and drinking buddies, that the transition to being in love wasn't all that easy. They didn't have any big drama with it, no stumbling stones and huge fights. Yet it took time for it to sink in, for the thought of leading a steady relationship together to take residence in their minds. Though it seemed, they were well on their way there.
After a moment, Toshiya pulled away from his lover, making sure the condom didn't slip off him before he had pulled out. Quickly, he knotted it and then tossed it on the floor before taking Die with him onto the mattress, spooning the older man from behind. "That's one more thing why you have to take me home," he chuckled, sounding amused. "You have to clean up after our mess." Nuzzling his nose into his lover's hair, Toshiya took in his scent, allowing it to fill him completely, to pierce his every molecule. Die simply made him feel good. Not only sexually. They were so comfortable around each other that it should have dawned them what a perfect match they made and yet it was hard to grasp for both of them.
The words made Die chuckle breathlessly and he shook his head just a little bit. His whole mind was still filled with the just experienced, with how good it felt to have the other man's arms around him like this and to feel him so close. Yes, he had missed him. Missed him more than he could even admit. "Are you sure? I remember more than once when you did the cleaning up," he pointed out amusedly.
Indeed, it had been more than once, as the bassist seemed to be a gentleman enough to at least clean after he had fucked the other man to the next century, making moving not-at-all pleasant for him.
Toshiya grinned, even chuckling a bit. "See what you got in me? I don't come, fuck and leave. I come, fuck, clean up and only then leave." He had never done that anyways. Despite neither of them being at the point where they were able to admit they were exclusive with each other, both cared too much for the other to just leave after letting off some steam. Besides, and that thought made the bassist's grin widen, he loved to fall asleep entangled with Die after sex only to wake up to a nice morning shag later.
"Oh you got it wrong still," Die pointed out grinning as he tilted his head a bit to look at the other man from over his shoulder. He had placed his hand on Toshiya's that was resting on his chest, lazily toying with his little finger. "You come, fuck, clean up, empty my fridge, play videogames, drink my beer, watch a movie, and then leave. Maybe. If the cycle doesn't start from the beginning."
That sounded like a pretty average day for them, as they had always enjoyed spending time together, even before the fucking had come into picture. With that though, they were hanging out in front of the TV far less and spent time in the bed much more often. Although, if they thought about it, ever since the first time, they had done it on every flat surface in the apartment.
"But you hardly ever have anything but beer," the bassist mock-complained. "So I always have to buy us pizza or run to the eatery to get you your damn sweet and sour chicken with noodles instead of rice." This was quite a usual post-sex conversation for them and while Toshiya's previous lovers had always found it weird that he liked to babble about shit right afterwards before, maybe, going for the next round or passing out, Die was the perfect match when it came to that. The touch on his fingers felt good, familiar, like home and it sent a warm feeling through his whole body, making him sigh contently. Toshiya was fast with saying the three big words, had even said them to Die but only before they had taken their relationship to another level.
The words made Die chuckle lowly and he hooked his fingers with the other man's, finally allowing their hands to just rest there instead of moving them. "At least you already know what I want. Besides," the smile on his lips stretched to a winning smirk, a deep sparkle in his eyes as he looked at the younger man. "When it's me who gets fucked, it's naturally you who gets the food. That's common courtesy!"
"Common courtesy?" Toshiya snickered. "Are you now trying to make me bend over for you so that I get the food delivered to the bed for once?"
"No." The guitarist shook his head instantly. "I'm just trying to convince you that you'll be much happier if you go on and always run to get the food from now on too."
The bassist snickered, planting a wet kiss on Die's neck. "Does that now mean you want me to get you food?" he said, using his best porn-voice. "Because I was thinking something else..."
"Depends on what you were thinking," Die drawled, chuckling as the other man planted another kiss on the same spot, tickling him in the process. "If it's a good idea I might forget about the food and go for something else." Suddenly, he shifted and squirmed until he managed to turn around in the other man's arms, shamelessly pushing one leg between the bassist's. Leaning in, he kissed him slow and deep, bringing up his hands to hold the other man's head between his palms. Once they broke apart, he was smiling, a deep sparkle in his eyes. "I really missed you, Tosh."
The younger man's heart did a one-eighty before beginning to pound hard and fast in his chest. His face showed how much he liked hearing that. "You know I missed you too," he replied with sparkling eyes. And yes, Die knew because he had sent him at least one text message per day. All with meaningless information but still to show he was thinking of the other man. "And you know me well enough to know that there's no plan, but your knee pressing against my balls shows me your thoughts are at least heading the same direction."
"Which other direction could they be heading when I have the hottest bassist in the world lying naked in bed right next to me?" The guitarist asked with a grin, tilting his head a little bit as he looked at the other man straight. Teasingly, he moved his leg a bit, practically rubbing his thigh against Toshiya's crotch. Yes, he remembered those messages, how they had made him smile, and it had been one reason why he had realized that he indeed had missed the other man so badly.
At least it seemed to have been mutual, and they both had missed each other dearly. Which they set out to prove for the remaining hours of the night.
Author:
seinen_no and fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: We own no one, only our dirty imaginations.
Summary: Toshiya had never thought that Die could make him turn his head with such a horrendous choice of clothing. Nevertheless, against all his exceptions, he has to admit that he kind of likes the sight… maybe a bit too much. And Die knows it very well.
Comments: This is written for for D/T Spring Fever 2010!
seinen_no: Hey everybody! I am not so sure if it comes across what this has to do with spring but to me, they are having a serious spring-fever, don't they? Being so horny and greedy for each other. I at least think so. Other than that, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing this. It's always funny for me to see how fonulyn and I change our style a bit, use other words and try out new things with time. This here clearly shows we began reading smut novels *lol* And I could tell you even which one^^Anyhow, I zip it now and let you read….
fonulyn: Truth to be told, I enjoyed re-reading this probably as much as I enjoyed writing it earlier XD I hope that you’ll like it too. And the jacket we’re talking about, the one this whole thing got its inspiration from, there is a picture of that underneath the lj-cut as well!And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
(click for big)It was hard to keep a straight face; almost impossible. Toshiya could feel Die's heat to his left and even without looking, he knew that all it took was a tiny movement and their hands would touch. At first he had thought he hadn't seen right. Die wore a ridiculous silver, very Miami Vice - Don Jonson-like - jacket that was so 80ies, it hurt. But, and that was a big fat BUT there, he wore ONLY that. No shirt, no nothing underneath and he friggin' left it wide open for the bassist's hungry eyes to roam all the way down to his crotch, caressing miles and miles of white, smooth and creamy skin with his gaze.
Very much to the dismay of his cock that began twitching impatiently in his pants, Die was wearing jeans that were riding forbiddingly low on his hips. His fingertips were itching to touch, his lips trying to remember the taste of that flawless skin, the scent in his nose that always made his libido boil without him being able to prevent it. And then Die only flashed him one of his trademark smiles, knowing too well that it had been too long since they had had a moment of togetherness. Fuck togetherness! Since they had fucked, had devoured each other and filled the night with nothing but agonizing pleasure.
Now the tall guitarist was pretending like nothing was wrong when he raised his gaze towards the ceiling, ready for photoshoot while Toshiya was praying that the camera wouldn't see the dominant bulge that had formed in his pants. Thankfully their vocalist was standing partly in front of him, concealing the most from the camera. Yet Toshiya was so distracted that when the rest of the band looked upwards for the picture, his gaze was directed straight to the camera. It was the only way for him to keep it off the lithe guitarist at his side, the only way for him to stop himself from jumping him then and there. Even the photographer commented on Toshiya's intense gaze, on the way his eyes were dark and seductive. Only that he thought it were the bassist's good acting skills, completely unaware of the fact that it was all because of the tall guitarist.
They still took a couple of more photos, just to make sure that there was a good shot amongst them all. When they were shifting a bit, Die's hand suddenly brushed against Toshiya's ever so slightly. It could've been an accident, and to pretty much everyone it probably looked like that. Still, the two of them knew it was completely intentional. Die knew that as small as the touch was, it was still a serious challenge for the bassist's self-control. Heat shot along the bassist's nerve-tracks, tingling and teasing, making him gasp inaudibly before holding his breath. It had been too long. Two weeks, two endlessly long weeks of not seeing each other. They had both visited their families and then they had thought that some time apart would do them good, always cautious that the public wasn't supposed to find out about them. Right at that moment though, Toshiya would have said to screw public and screw in public. His walking was a bit stiff, his smile forced when the photographer thanked them and especially him again. They needed to get home, right now!
They had been seeing each other more or less regularly for months now, and it always seemed to get more frequent. It had started off only as releasing steam whenever they had desperately needed somebody. Then it had slowly, but steadily, developed to a relationship of some sort as they were drawn to each other more and more every passing day. It wasn't that the guitarist wasn't burning up from the inside already as well. He had been missing Toshiya during these two weeks, had been imagining how it would be once they'd finally get together again. He wasn't even ashamed to admit he had been fantasizing of the moment.
Now he was aiming for the most casual appearance possible, even exchanged a couple of words with the photographer before following his bandmates. He stepped closer to Toshiya, until they were walking next to each other, and gave him a sideways glance as he spoke up lowly. "Wanna come over?" He knew the answer before he even asked, though.
Toshiya both hated and loved that the other man was able to play him this easily. Still, the question made him grin, even if only shortly. "I should punish you by going home alone and later sending you a nice video of me having fun with my hand," he muttered under his breath as they stepped into the elevator together. If their bandmates knew about them, they had kept it to themselves and so the two did keep their private business private too.
The words made Die chuckle lowly, and one could see the amused sparkle in his eyes as he turned to look straight at the bassist. "You wouldn't have even half as much fun as with me." He stated, and although his voice was ambiguous he knew that the words could be taken as something totally innocent too, seeing that the two of them had the tendency to get together only to play some videogames too occasionally.
Inwardly, Toshiya asked himself when it had happened that their friendship had become something more. He couldn’t put his finger on a distinct moment where his friendship had turned to lust and later to what they were having now. He wouldn't call it endless love, but that could still change. The look he gave the older man clearly said 'as if I wouldn't know that' and when they left the building, he grabbed the sleeve of Die's Miami Vice jacket, now with a shirt covering the perfect skin underneath, and dragged him towards the trainstation. "Die and I will play some Halo," he informed Shinya who had been waiting for Toshiya to follow him to his car so that he could drop the bassist at his apartment since they had the same way.
"Oh, sure. Have fun guys," Shinya nodded at the words, waving his hand disinterestedly at his two friends as he turned to go to his car. Die couldn't hold back a low chuckle, shaking his head a little bit in a way that made his hair flow around his face. It had gotten long and though he told himself, and everyone else, that he just liked it that way, he still remembered the moment a few weeks ago when Toshiya had ran his fingers through his hair, telling him he liked how it was growing out. "Play some Halo?" He asked amusedly though, and only one look down at his wrist showed him that Toshiya was still holding on to his jacket. "I thought you wanted to play with something else?" He teased.
The bassist followed his gaze, but didn't let go. Instead, he let his eyes rest heavily on Die's crotch, remembering how good it felt when he was swelling in his palm, when Die was groaning, trying to keep in control and yet was bound to lose the battle. "Careful," he purred, finally looking up to meet Die's dark eyes with his own. "I will play alright. And it will take at least an hour until
somebody wins."
That made Die swallow hard, his heart skipping a beat at the combination of the bassist's dark gaze and the tone in his voice. He already opened his mouth to reply something, but in the end didn't come up with anything before Toshiya had turned away again, determinedly dragging him further. Thankfully he didn't live far away, Die thought inwardly, as he wasn't sure if either of them could wait much longer. They didn't even manage to talk much, only exchanging long glances and trying hard to keep apart.
In passing by the backyard of a house, Toshiya weighed their chances of letting off some steam there without getting caught. He was so hard already, it hurt and he sensed that Die was suffering the same. To pass some time and keep the anticipation rising, he thought about everything he could do, thought how he would tease his lover until Die couldn't take it anymore and would beg him to take it to the next level, to fuck him hard until he felt like coming undone, going boneless with the inflicted pleasure.
Die wasn't quite that far with his thoughts yet, although he certainly was imagining how it would be once the door of his apartment would finally fall shut behind them. He was imagining the fiery kisses, longing touches and the feverish touches, how they would practically rip each other's clothes off to get to smooth skin. It wasn't all that clever to go through such things in their minds now, as it was just getting them more and more desperate. Yet neither of them could resist, neither of them could stop.
It felt like an eternity, but finally they stilled in front of the familiar apartment complex. An almost relieved chuckle spilled from Die's lips, as he turned to grin at the bassist. "Never felt so long to get here, eh?" Easily, he turned his hand and caught the other man's in his grip, giving his large hand a small squeeze. There was no one there paying attention to them, and he figured the gesture would go unnoticed.
The single touch of the warm, dry hand on his skin made Toshiya's heart bounce and he felt a flash of heat shoot through his entire body. "Fuck Die, just open the door," he uttered, chuckling a bit as well. He wanted those lips, wanted to kiss them hard and deep, tender and slow and he wanted to feel the other man's skin on his own, wanted them to rub each other in frenzy while they were trying hard to keep in check and not act too pathetic by coming just from something like that. Yet, it had happened before and two weeks without seeing each other, without even a quick shag or a blowjob or just a kiss, made them both feel like they were starving.
Die nodded almost hastily, grinning to himself as he punched in the door-code and let them both into the building. He still didn't release the bassist's wrist though, was holding on to him as they headed into the elevator. "You know," he began lowly and the amusement was still clearly laced in his voice, along with something else. "I don't remember when I was last this eager to get home." He smirked, looking over his shoulder as the elevator's doors finally slid open and they were on the right floor. He didn't say anything more though, just tugged the bassist's hand to make him move.
Toshiya stepped over the threshold and while the doors were still closing behind him, he already pinned the other man against the opposite wall. For a split second, he hesitated, their faces so close that their breaths were mixing. "Was the first night you took me home to your place when we started to fuck," he said matter-of-factly with a sly grin. Before Die could either confirm or deny, his lips were claimed in a passionate, fiery kiss that would leave both of their lips bruised and them wanting more.
It made Die mewl into it and in a split second his hands shot into his lover's hair, tangling in the soft strands as he pulled him even closer to deepen the contact. He didn't know if it was even possible, seeing how they were already almost eating each other alive, but he couldn't stop himself from wanting more. The kiss only broke when they were both out of breath, inhaling eagerly as they tore apart. Die grinned, his lips almost touching the other man's. "Why is it always me who takes you home with me?" He asked lowly, his voice clearly laced with the need that was burning inside of him.
"Because you live in the fucking city," the younger man retorted smugly. His lips were glistening wet, Die's taste filling him and making his head spin. Although it was torture, he loved these seconds when the anticipation of what was to come only rose higher, beyond the bearable. "C'mon babe," he looked up, shuddering at the dark edges around Die's pupils that were clearly showing how turned-on he already was. "You know I love your bed too. It's perfect for tying you up..." Indeed, his own bed wasn't very useful for games like that and boy, he and Die enjoyed games a lot, no matter what and no matter which way.
"Oh of course," Die nodded slowly, the grin on his lips even widening. "Does that mean you want to tie me up and put the bed to a test to see how much it can take?" He leaned in, brushing his lips over the other man's. Teasingly, he even poked out his tongue, licking over the bassist's lips although he had no intentions to make it a real kiss. He had sneaked his arms around the bassist's neck, already trying to manoeuvre them further down the hall.
Toshiya allowed him to lead the way, trusting Die's neighbours wouldn't be all too shocked if they met him in the hall, making out heavily with another man. Already feeling the other man's body press against his own so promisingly sent hot and cold shivers down his spine, made him groan lowly in the back of this throat. "You feel fucking good," he admitted when Die had loosened the grip so that he could open the door to his apartment finally. "Your mommy fed you well." To show what he meant, he slid his palms under the shirt, brushing along the incredibly warm and soft skin on Die's belly. The mere touch caused his arousal to swell further in his jeans, pressing against Die's rear as he was leaning against his back. "You were killing me at the photoshoot with those looks."
"I figured you'd know how to appreciate it," Die practically purred lowly, tilting his head back so that he could breathe a hot kiss on the side of the bassist's long neck. He managed to even catch his earlobe between his teeth, tugging on it a bit teasingly. "The jacket, it's new. Bought it just for you." He went on grinning. That had been exactly his intention, driving the other man insane with lust already at the photoshoot so that the heat would have time to rise.
"You really have no taste, babe," Toshiya teased but then shivered when his lover pressed back against him before finally stepping into the apartment. The younger man followed, quickly kicking the door shut with his heel. "Damnit Die, I was so fucking hard during the photoshoot, I could've done you through my pants." The words were spoken in and admonishing tone but the fact that Toshiya had pinned the other man against the wall again, arching his back so that their bodies were pressed together perfectly, spoke a whole different language. "I should really punish you for this."
"Oh yes," Die's voice had dropped to a low purr and he tilted his head ever so slightly, brushing his lips over the soft skin in the corner of his lover's mouth. "You should punish me. And punish me good." One could already hear the grin in his voice, and he even emphasized it by pressing back against the other man. Feeling the hard bulge in his pants sent hot and cold shivers down his spine, as who wouldn't have enjoyed the knowledge that he turned his lover on?
The words made Toshiya grin and he began to slide the jacket down Die's shoulders until it dropped to the floor. Before the other man, neat as he was, could bend down and put it on a hanger, he let the shirt follow though but this time caught Die's arms in it, tangling it there so that he couldn't move them away from behind his back. "I will punish you," he breathed out right into the older man's ear, purposefully letting the air wet the sensitive skin there before even using his tongue. "Let's start with getting you desperate, eh?" It came out like a tease but Die knew that Toshiya would be suffering just as much as he. He could already feel it in the following kiss. The younger man was practically fucking Die's mouth with his tongue, probing, teasing, torturing before it retreated, allowing Die to follow him and continue the play in his mouth. Toshiya's fingers were between Die's legs, rubbing the bulge there firmly, almost roughly, as he knew the other man really liked being handled hard.
That was exactly the way to make Die go boneless with need, and he didn't even try to cover that up. He was mewling into the kiss, the sound dying somewhere between their mouths as neither of them was willing to pull back. It was as if the heat between them had multiplied already the second the door had closed behind them, and there was no way to back off now any longer. Tentatively he tugged his arms a bit, only to notice that his hands were bound by the shirt pretty effectively.
Toshiya's head was spinning already, the lack of oxygen, some might have said while he knew it was Die's taste, mint and cigarettes and coke, all there mixing right with his very own flavour that sent ripples of pleasure and need straight to the bassist's groin. When he could feel the other man groan into his mouth, he finally had mercy and began to tug open his jeans, but before pulling them down or freeing him, he stepped back. "On the bed," he breathed out and while this would have come out like a command usually, he was far too affected already to play that game right now. He only ably untied the shirt from around Die’s wrists, allowing him to move his hands as he wished.
"Fuck, Tosh," Die's eyes were dark with need already, his voice more than breathless as he couldn't make it work any better than that. He grabbed the bassist's shirt, yanking him closer so he could crush their mouths together in yet another one of those deep kisses. It was a short one this time, and when it broke he still didn't release the other man's shirt from his grasp but pulled him along as he backed towards the bedroom. Thankfully the apartment was quite small, not much space to cover, before they were already in there. Now he finally released Toshiya's shirt, almost pushing him backwards. A grin was dancing on his lips, as he moved to get on the bed as ordered. Once he was in the middle of it he leaned back, steadying himself on his hands, while even parting his legs a little bit although he still wore his jeans. "Like this?"
The sight made Toshiya's throat dry up and his voice sounded hoarse when he spoke up in an intense whisper. "You are going to kill me!" The next moment, he was right behind his lover, his palms running up from Die's thighs to the small butt, squeezing his buttocks before hooking his fingers in the already loose cuff of the jeans. Slowly, agonizingly slow for himself, Toshiya pulled the garment down along with Die's boxer briefs, working together with his lover to get rid of them completely. He took the second it took to strip Die off his socks as well, never fond of guys who left those on during sex.
Instantly afterwards, Die had gone back to the former position, open and ready for him, seemingly surrendering to whatever he wanted to do. Toshiya knew it was only on the surface but as long as it would last, he grabbed his chances to make Die forget what he had ever intended with this game. Dotting small, teasing kisses up the older man's spine, Toshiya pressed his own, still clothed, body against his lover's, rubbing and teasing the smooth skin on his back with the rough denim on his crotch. "Perfect," he purred into Die's ear, licking along his neck before beginning to suck near the shoulder, knowing it would leave a mark behind. "Missed me, babe?" he teased, scraping his teeth across the already bruised skin. "Missed my hard cock?" After a second, he chuckled lowly. "Or did you find a good substitute?"
That now made Die chuckle and he shook his head the tiniest of bit. "A good substitute? Babe," he craned his neck to look at the other man from the corner of his eyes. "I might not always have been faithful to everyone I was screwing. But trust me, it hasn't even passed my mind to try find a substitute for you." He didn't wait for a reply, before he was already bending his back a bit, to grind his rear against the other man's crotch teasingly. "So yes," he breathed out hotly, scraping his teeth over the sensitive spot below the other man's ear. "I missed you."
The confession of his faithfulness worked even better than the one that he had missed the younger man, making Toshiya shiver and moan lowly somewhere in the back of his throat. They had never talked about these things and honestly, he wouldn't have been mad if Die had had some action on the side, more a bit disappointed. Still, Toshiya shook his head, a grin spreading across his lips. "That's not what I meant," he purred, one hand sliding around the other man, down the hard chest to the smooth, incredibly sexy belly that had turned his head earlier already, to the pulsing length between Die's legs. "I was more talking about the plastic substitutes..."
"Oh," Die's lips formed a perfect 'o' as the understanding dawned on him. The next second the sound turned to a long, incoherent groan, though, as those long, nimble fingers were laced around his arousal. The touch sent sugary laces of pleasure through him, into every part of his being. "In that case," he managed to get out after a while, a low and breathless chuckle escaping him. "I've been bad. I was cheating on you. With the dark green present you gave me."
The younger man made a humming sound in the back of his throat, scraping his teeth down his lover's spine until he bit down playfully at the small of his back. His hand was gripping hard as it jerked upwards, from base to tip. His thumb circling the thick head, teasing as he knew Die loved it the most. "The green one," he purred, fighting to give his voice a pondering undertone. "You will have to tell me about it later on and I forgive you," he decided just when he pulled his body back far enough so that he could dive his tongue between his lover's buttocks, flicking the tip across the entrance once, twice, before moving even lower.
That now made the guitarist groan incoherently, his head falling forward as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "Oh god Tosh, if you keep doing that I will tell you anything," he promised breathlessly, even nodding a bit hastily to emphasize the words. He shifted a bit on his place, parting his thighs as if asking for more. This was something that he was growing more and more addicted to, having Toshiya's bold tongue tease him everywhere, literally.
The younger man would have answered but he had already sucked his lover's balls into his mouth, rolling his wet tongue around the soft flesh. Still, in reply and also to tease Die, he tugged a bit, letting him feel his teeth playfully. When he could feel the breath hitch in his lover's throat, even the moans being short and going along with his pants for breath, he released him again, breathing against the wet skin before moving upwards once more. All this time, he never ceased to offer strokes on Die's arousal, slow and rough, squeezing more the closer his fist came to the tip. The shudders and jolts that it sent right through Die's body caused something to twitch inside Toshiya in response, making him ache for more badly.
To Die it felt like he was pushed beyond his limits time and time again, even when he had thought it was impossible to get higher any longer. He had been teetering on the edge for what felt like a small eternity, every single touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He was biting on his lower lip, had grabbed the sheets into his fists and was pulling on them harshly, to have something to hold on to. "Tosh, stop, stop," he gasped out finally, trying to tell the other man that this would be all over for him if the touches would go on like this, "I'm gonna..."
"Come?" the younger man asked teasing, giving Die's puckering entrance another lick and his length one more stroke. Usually, he had made it a sport to make Die spurt before him, to make his world come undone and only then he would make use of the tightness of his body. Although usually Toshiya was inside him then already. "Alright babe, gimme the lube and the rubber," he demanded, sitting back on his heels. He was itching to touch and tease more, to lick and suck and taste and feel, but he held back, knowing that Die couldn't take anything anymore.
With a low, frustrated groan Die shifted a bit so that he could reach to the bedside, ably snatching a condom and a small tube of lube from the small table there. Thankfully he hadn't put them away into the drawer after their last get-together, so they were lying waiting on the surface. "You sure you wanna bother with the lube?" He asked as he handed the items to the other man, placing them in his large palm.
Toshiya's head snapped up from trying to find the small dent in the package where the condom would open more easily. "Are you sure?" he asked, his heart pounding a bit faster at the thought of doing the other man without the aid of slick lubricant. They had only done it once without and that hadn't been all too good for Die's walking-abilities the next day. Still, the younger man didn't wait for a reply anymore before already tearing the wrapping open and rolling the condom down his thick arousal. This faint touch already was almost too much on him and he realized how long this had been dragging on already.
"Yeah," Die nodded, for a second meeting the other man's gaze with his own. "I'm sure." The next second he turned his head down again, bringing his hands to the back of his head while his elbows were steadied against the mattress. Almost invitingly he bent his back, his heart beating fast and hard in his chest in pure anticipation for more. He had really missed the other man, both mentally and physically. And he was yearning for this, wanted to feel it as intense as possible, without caring for the possible consequences.
There was no way though Toshiya would take him without prepping at all. Without sounding arrogant, he was simply too big and Die was tight like a virgin, no matter how often he had taken it from behind already. So he held back and instead of giving Die what he obviously wanted the most already, he wet two fingers, first only pressing one against the tight ring of muscles that protected his opening. At first, everything inside the older man tensed and the muscle clenched shut tightly but with a bit of patience, some pressing and teasing, he managed to make it give way for him, allowing the finger to slide into the hot body without problems.
Already that elicited a long, low sigh from the guitarist, who instantly grabbed his hair in the back of his neck in the need to have something to hold on to. One could see how he was fighting for control over himself, tried to make his body relax and allow the intrusion. If already having one finger inside of him felt this good he didn't even dare to imagine the moment he would get the real thing. Another finger soon joined the first, making him gasp lowly. The next second a strangled outcry spilled from his lips though, his whole body practically jolting as the other man had found the exactly perfect spot to tease.
Die was like a wonder to Toshiya and he just loved the strong reactions, loved to feel him jolt and make him twist in pleasure. Feeling his insides with his fingertips was so good, the sensations going straight to his groin. Something inside him always regretted they hadn't yet reached the stage where they could talk about doing it without protection, where they were ready to commit with everything that belonged to a relationship. So Toshiya enjoyed these moments to no end where he could feel Die's insides first-handed, could feel the heat and the softness of his inner walls. Soon though it was time, his cock demanding more attention, yearning to drive into that body without asking what its owner wanted.
Die was way beyond the point to be able to hold back either, and he was practically shivering in anticipation as he knew what would follow when those digits were retreating from his body. He released all air from his lungs, bending his back in a way that made him look practically inviting. At least he was a willing victim, wanted more of the sensations and was ready to do pretty much anything to gain what he needed. "C'mon Tosh. Fuck me already!"
Grinning, the younger man slapped his lover's ass once, speaking in a teasing tone. "It's never good for the bottom if he tries to top the top." The next moment, one hand was on Die's hip, his other helping positioning him. Another slap followed, short and not so hard, right before Toshiya nudged his hips forward, slowly connecting their bodies in one fluent thrust. "Oh god Die I fucking missed you," he groaned out, squeezing his eyes shut as the sensations took over, pleasure spreading into every molecule of his body.
It took Die a moment to even realize the content of the words as his mind was busy trying to process the sensations that were coursing through him. The hot, heavy flesh was filling him up to the brim, pulsating inside of him in such an intimate way that it made him feel like he was simply going mad. Shamelessly he pushed back against the other man, wordlessly urging him to go on and give him more of the sensations, both the pain that the intrusion caused and the blinding pleasure going along with it. The words made a breathless chuckle spill from him though. "Are you sure you didn't just miss a good fuck?" He asked teasingly.
"You're not just a good fuck," Toshiya got out in between harsh breaths, building a steady rhythm of slow thrusts at first to give his lover the time to get used to him although it didn't even seem necessary. "You're the best good fuck I ever had," he added grinning and again slapped the side of Die's ass before grabbing his buttock into his palm, squeezing firmly before rubbing the hot skin with his palm. Every touch, every slap and every thrust made the inner walls collapse around his length, causing pleasure beyond the bearable.
The slap elicited a low outcry from the guitarist, his back arching on its own as the feelings shot through him. He had developed a real kink for this, loved the feeling of his lover's palm making contact with his skin, leaving a reddening area behind. The slight pain was mixing with the pleasure he was going through, turning into something brand new, something that made his head spin and his world practically crush down on him. "T-thank y-you," he managed to get out between harsh breaths, and although he had aimed for a slightly mocking tone of voice it failed miserably. It made him strangely content, hearing that he was the best good fuck for the other man.
It wasn't even close to what Toshiya thought of him. He hadn’t had many lovers like Die, open and experimental, horny and able to take a lot. Besides, there was something much deeper between them but neither had figured out exactly how to show it, let alone acknowledge it. "C'mon," he grunted, emphasizing his following words with another short slap. "Work a bit, babe. Move!" He wanted to feel how greedy Die was for his cock, wanted him to move backwards and slide along his length so that he only had to meet him half way.
Again the slap made Die gasp before a low groan pushed its way past his lips, his whole being shuddering clearly. He didn't say anything, but when the other man built up the next thrust he obediently moved back against him, trying to force him as deep into his body as humanly possible. The hard flesh was brushing against his inner walls, tantalizing in a way that made his head spin and he really was greedy for more. Before long he was shamelessly moving backwards, trying to build up enough leverage for it.
For the time being, Toshiya was fully content with what this made him feel. Having Die fuck himself like this never failed to turn him on but this wasn't everything that bereaved him his conscious thoughts that moment. It was that hot body which seemed just as greedy as its owner, clenching down on him, practically eating his whole length. Toshiya's head was spinning, sweat running down his temples until suddenly he couldn't bear the sweet torment any longer. Grabbing Die's hips with a vice-like grip, he made the next thrust hard and deep, forcing himself inside so deep that he could swear he hadn't been there before yet.
A strangled scream tore its way from Die's throat as he threw his head back, blinding white flashing in front of his wide open eyes. He had barely the time to gasp for breath before the next one of those thrusts followed, bereaving him of any possibility to form a clear though, let alone say anything. He had been so needy, for the past two weeks he had been constantly thinking of this, fantasizing of the moment they'd finally get down to it again. And now it was even better than in his imagination, made his head spin and he truly felt like dying.
The way his body bent so deliciously was like an invitation for Toshiya to reach out and grab Die's shoulder with one hand, using the grip to yank him backwards with each thrust. The movements were slower now but deeper and harder, the air not only filled with their simultaneous moans and groans but also with the sound of naked skin meeting skin. The closer the peak was, the more desperate Toshiya became. He hadn't even had much time to release some tension otherwise than an occasional quick jerk-off moment in the shower during these two weeks and now all the pent up pressure was discharging in this one moment of fulfilling carnal needs.
Toshiya was sweating so much that his skin was slick everywhere, while there was only a thin layer of sweat beading on Die's white skin. Somehow they both had grown to enjoy that contrast a lot, even though they didn't always realize it consciously. They were panting, only gasping for breath desperately in between of low moans and outcries, as breathing was completely irrelevant right now. It felt that it would go on forever like this, the heat consuming them from the inside with no way out. Then, without a forewarning, Die's world came crushing down on him. His whole being tensed almost violently, the pleasure flooding his mind like a tidal wave as the climax came over him in one electric shock.
A strange whimper left the bassist's lips when his lover gripped his length so tight that the following thrust hurt both of them. Still, Toshiya didn't ease down on Die but took advantage of the incredible friction his body offered at this moment, boosting Die's pleasure while demanding his own share. It only went on a few seconds like this until he had to surrender to the sensations and a white blaze was exploding somewhere in his mind. Throwing his head back, he slammed inside once more, deeper and harder than ever while he filled the condom with his hot release.
It was like a second orgasm for the older man, his whole body spasming uncontrollably at the very same moment. His mouth opened in a silent scream, not a single sound coming out though the vocal chords were clearly visible on the side of his neck. The next moment a whole set of clear shudders shook his being. Automatically, Toshiya wrapped his arms around the other man's waist, pressing close to him. That made Die smile instantly, a content purr escaping his lips without him even noticing it.
They were still lost in pleasure, consumed by the just experienced, but it was as if their bodies were searching for closeness. It all came from somewhere deep inside of them, from their subconsciousness that seemed to know what they needed even better than they did. They were so used to being friends, best pals and drinking buddies, that the transition to being in love wasn't all that easy. They didn't have any big drama with it, no stumbling stones and huge fights. Yet it took time for it to sink in, for the thought of leading a steady relationship together to take residence in their minds. Though it seemed, they were well on their way there.
After a moment, Toshiya pulled away from his lover, making sure the condom didn't slip off him before he had pulled out. Quickly, he knotted it and then tossed it on the floor before taking Die with him onto the mattress, spooning the older man from behind. "That's one more thing why you have to take me home," he chuckled, sounding amused. "You have to clean up after our mess." Nuzzling his nose into his lover's hair, Toshiya took in his scent, allowing it to fill him completely, to pierce his every molecule. Die simply made him feel good. Not only sexually. They were so comfortable around each other that it should have dawned them what a perfect match they made and yet it was hard to grasp for both of them.
The words made Die chuckle breathlessly and he shook his head just a little bit. His whole mind was still filled with the just experienced, with how good it felt to have the other man's arms around him like this and to feel him so close. Yes, he had missed him. Missed him more than he could even admit. "Are you sure? I remember more than once when you did the cleaning up," he pointed out amusedly.
Indeed, it had been more than once, as the bassist seemed to be a gentleman enough to at least clean after he had fucked the other man to the next century, making moving not-at-all pleasant for him.
Toshiya grinned, even chuckling a bit. "See what you got in me? I don't come, fuck and leave. I come, fuck, clean up and only then leave." He had never done that anyways. Despite neither of them being at the point where they were able to admit they were exclusive with each other, both cared too much for the other to just leave after letting off some steam. Besides, and that thought made the bassist's grin widen, he loved to fall asleep entangled with Die after sex only to wake up to a nice morning shag later.
"Oh you got it wrong still," Die pointed out grinning as he tilted his head a bit to look at the other man from over his shoulder. He had placed his hand on Toshiya's that was resting on his chest, lazily toying with his little finger. "You come, fuck, clean up, empty my fridge, play videogames, drink my beer, watch a movie, and then leave. Maybe. If the cycle doesn't start from the beginning."
That sounded like a pretty average day for them, as they had always enjoyed spending time together, even before the fucking had come into picture. With that though, they were hanging out in front of the TV far less and spent time in the bed much more often. Although, if they thought about it, ever since the first time, they had done it on every flat surface in the apartment.
"But you hardly ever have anything but beer," the bassist mock-complained. "So I always have to buy us pizza or run to the eatery to get you your damn sweet and sour chicken with noodles instead of rice." This was quite a usual post-sex conversation for them and while Toshiya's previous lovers had always found it weird that he liked to babble about shit right afterwards before, maybe, going for the next round or passing out, Die was the perfect match when it came to that. The touch on his fingers felt good, familiar, like home and it sent a warm feeling through his whole body, making him sigh contently. Toshiya was fast with saying the three big words, had even said them to Die but only before they had taken their relationship to another level.
The words made Die chuckle lowly and he hooked his fingers with the other man's, finally allowing their hands to just rest there instead of moving them. "At least you already know what I want. Besides," the smile on his lips stretched to a winning smirk, a deep sparkle in his eyes as he looked at the younger man. "When it's me who gets fucked, it's naturally you who gets the food. That's common courtesy!"
"Common courtesy?" Toshiya snickered. "Are you now trying to make me bend over for you so that I get the food delivered to the bed for once?"
"No." The guitarist shook his head instantly. "I'm just trying to convince you that you'll be much happier if you go on and always run to get the food from now on too."
The bassist snickered, planting a wet kiss on Die's neck. "Does that now mean you want me to get you food?" he said, using his best porn-voice. "Because I was thinking something else..."
"Depends on what you were thinking," Die drawled, chuckling as the other man planted another kiss on the same spot, tickling him in the process. "If it's a good idea I might forget about the food and go for something else." Suddenly, he shifted and squirmed until he managed to turn around in the other man's arms, shamelessly pushing one leg between the bassist's. Leaning in, he kissed him slow and deep, bringing up his hands to hold the other man's head between his palms. Once they broke apart, he was smiling, a deep sparkle in his eyes. "I really missed you, Tosh."
The younger man's heart did a one-eighty before beginning to pound hard and fast in his chest. His face showed how much he liked hearing that. "You know I missed you too," he replied with sparkling eyes. And yes, Die knew because he had sent him at least one text message per day. All with meaningless information but still to show he was thinking of the other man. "And you know me well enough to know that there's no plan, but your knee pressing against my balls shows me your thoughts are at least heading the same direction."
"Which other direction could they be heading when I have the hottest bassist in the world lying naked in bed right next to me?" The guitarist asked with a grin, tilting his head a little bit as he looked at the other man straight. Teasingly, he moved his leg a bit, practically rubbing his thigh against Toshiya's crotch. Yes, he remembered those messages, how they had made him smile, and it had been one reason why he had realized that he indeed had missed the other man so badly.
At least it seemed to have been mutual, and they both had missed each other dearly. Which they set out to prove for the remaining hours of the night.
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Die was like a wonder to Toshiya and he just loved the strong reactions, loved to feel him jolt and make him twist in pleasure.
I like the feel of this sentence <3
Btw btw do you have the whole photoshoot from which that pic is taken? Or know where it is from? Cos I haven't seen it around :(
Thank you so so so much for writing this!!!
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I can find you the link where is the full scan but I'm not at home right now so I'll do it in the evening :3
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Then again, Toshiya tends to have that effect on people...
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With these two, it's quite impossible not to notice the pure hotness they are together x)
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Tosh does? Whenever I read him, people either make him the girl-whore in skirts or then they make him so incredibly depressed and sad that it makes me cringe.
Haha, and I totally forgot: Thank you! For the comment and I am really honestly glad you liked it!
Still, I am incapable of letting go of romance completely XD And hey, I know that you do like your fluff as well and you write it too!
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The Macabre era pleather hotpants, on the other hand, were beyond even his ability to save.
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Girls....you are the best. Really. XD
And looking at the picture I've noticed that Die has no happy trail. XD It's all smooth...*shivers*
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haha yes, I noticed it too. And can't help but to think how damn smooth his stomach just has to feel with that perfect skin of his!
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Good job! <3
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Thanks for your comment! <3
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MAN.... you turned my brain into ...I dont have words.
I'll just donate you all my money when I leave.
This is so sexy, so... out of the typical!! and as camillaoc said, finally something that is MANLY, they are not this crazy man hoes/drag queens... tough there are some people that still thinks they are... I mean... writing toshiyaxshinya v-k era... its gross, i get off better watching REAL lesbians! (sorry... I'm ranting now lmao). I shall remain your humble servant as long as you keep writing this AMAZING mind-blowing DxT shit.
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suicidaldepressed, and this totally cheered me up!! :3 thankyou <3"Which other direction could they be heading when I have the hottest bassist in the world lying naked in bed right next to me?"
oh Die, you know your shit. Oh how I envy you lol.
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Also, very happy to hear it cheered you up! That is so good <3
Die is just so clever 8D
*coughs* Toshiya has a big cock because Die likes big cocks 8D ...yes. I swear that's the truth! *laughs*
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*saves to memories*
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