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Title: A Date Not to Miss
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fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kyo/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyo has been drooling after Die for longer, and he knows that the other man is very well aware of that. Yet, he never quite expected he would be just this comfortable with it.
Comments:
fonulyn: Okay this isn’t double-checked since sick_pride urged me to post it already now XD I blame you for all the bad language, honeybaby ;D Anyway, when seeing this one picture with Die and Kyo standing next to each other and Kyo looking all protective over Die in this “back off bitches, he’s mine!” way, I kinda had an urge to write some Die/Kyo again x) It’s been AGES since I did anything with the pairing but I hope you like it ;) It’s a short snippet anyway XD
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
A Date Not to Miss
These days in the studio were always such a struggle for Kyo. Partly, because he really did live for his art and because he wanted everything to be perfect, working on each and every second of the song until it was good enough in his eyes. Most of the time he still wasn’t satisfied with the vocals, but he had to let it go since he knew that such perfection as in his mind did not exist in the real world. Yet there was another thing in the studio days that made them hard for him. And this time hard in the literal sense of the word. He hardly even remembered a day when he would’ve managed to get through it without having a raging hard on at some point.
And the reason for that? Die. Okay, Kyo had always had a thing for the guitarist and he had always been quite attracted to him. He had never acted on it, though, and for years he had thought he had managed to conceal his desires well enough for no one to notice them. But then, the strangest things kept on happening. Die would give him long, heavy-lidded looks when no one noticed and laugh them off the next second. Or then, Die would make sure he pursed and licked his sinfully lush lips while the band was eating together, and that never failed to make Kyo space out and stare. There were small gestures, small teasing remarks, and still it took Kyo almost half a decade to realize what was going on. That bastard knew! Die had probably known all along about his secret fantasies and had been using it against him. And still… Kyo didn’t exactly mind as he did quite enjoy them anyway.
Anyone who thought that Kyo easily got excited on stage, should’ve seen him working on a new album with Die. Or with anyone as long as Die was in the same room. It took mere minutes and he was distracted unless the work managed to swallow him as a whole. It wasn’t like they played their game always and everywhere, of course not. Die took his work as seriously as Kyo did, and they were both striving for perfection with incredible intensity. But it didn’t mean that there was no time for the other kind of activities, too, when the occasion called or when they happened to hit the certain mood. Which, recently, had been happening much more often than it should have.
This had been yet another one of those days when Kyo simply couldn’t get his thoughts together and he ended up wasting so much time it began to piss him off. Granted, he had been getting so much work done the past days that he was ahead of schedule but still, this day was a wasted effort if one asked him. And he knew who to blame for it, definitely. It had seemed like Die had been on fire the whole day, putting up such a show for Kyo’s ever-watchful eyes that he had been boiling in his juices for the whole goddamn day. Of course, the brat had been good enough to keep it subtle so that not everyone had noticed. It had even gone as far as to Toshiya ask Kyo at one point if he was alright since he seemed to be pale as chalk and the next second all flushed.
After everyone else had already gone home, Kyo had still stayed at the studio, saying that he wanted to look through a couple of things still before calling it a day. But now that he was sitting there, all alone, in the recording booth with a sheet of music in front of him, he found his thoughts drifting dangerously again. He didn’t even see the papers anymore, all he could think of was how Die had been taking a drink from his water bottle earlier, his beautiful lips closed around the neck and his Adam’s apple moving as he swallowed and … yes it was official now. Kyo had a mouth-fetish. Or Die’s mouth –fetish, to be more exact.
Annoyed, he growled and already shifted on his seat to get up. He should go home and take care of this problem of his. It’d be one painful way home, he knew it already, trying to suppress the heat from within for that good half an hour before he’d be home. Then again… He was alone, now wasn’t he? There was no one else in the studio, was there? A cunning plan was beginning to form in his mind and a grin ghosted over his lips as he shifted a bit, pushing the papers away on the nearby music stand. Half of the papers fell down on the floor, but he didn’t even really notice, he so wasn’t paying attention to anything as irrelevant as that.
Kyo slumped back in the chair, pushing his legs further from himself and parted them a little as he brought his hand between his thighs. He could at least relieve the worst pressure now, to make it a more pleasant way back home. And there, he could work on releasing all of the pent up frustration, even if it meant a full sleepless night. He could of course go out and find someone to help him out with that, but somehow he wasn’t in the mood. And he knew he’d have enough fantasies in his mind for a lifetime. Shamelessly he was already rubbing on the quite impressive bulge in his pants, thinking of those lush, soft lips wrapped around his shaft. It was an image he had frequently gotten off on, and he knew this time would be no exception. It would be hot and desperate and fast and… What was that?
There was a soft sound, like someone’s steps and although Kyo tensed, trying to hear it again, it wasn’t there again. He was already beginning to relax a little bit when he heard it the second time, his eyes darting towards the door to see if someone was there. A shadow detached from the walls, close to the door, and even without the lights on in that part of the room he could tell it was a tall, slim figure. No question about who it would be. “You were just waiting for us to leave so you could have a moment of fun, eh?” The words were spoken with a grin, one could hear that clearly in the dimly lit room. One could even see the smirk when the other man approached, finally stepping into the light.
“Fuck, Die! You scared the shit out of me. What the fuck are you doing here?” He didn’t usually curse all that much but who could blame him now? He was bewildered, ashamed and shocked, all at once. Besides, his voice already creaked so un-flatteringly that there was no way he could make it any worse with stupid choices of words, now could he? Kyo tensed up even further, backing off in his chair until he was sitting straight up and couldn’t get any further, not with Die standing right in front of him and looking at him in that predatory way that could’ve almost scared Kyo if it hadn’t turned him on so intensely.
Instantly, without a word, Die pushed his way on Kyo’s lap, straddling his hips as he bent over him and brought their lips close together. Kyo’s heart was beating like mad in his chest and he thought that this could as well be his fantasy still. A very, very vivid and life-like fantasy but hell, how could it be that the real Die was sitting on his lap like this, their faces almost touching? He already closed his eyes, expecting a kiss, but it never came. Instead, Die tilted his head a bit and sank his teeth on the soft flesh of Kyo’s neck, right below the spot where it met his jaw.
Die’s long, nimble fingers had worked his pants open almost too easily, and Kyo couldn’t help but to hiss when the rough fabric was tugged aside to free his arousal. The next thing he knew was that those skilful fingers were laced around his shaft, stroking slowly and intensely. Shit, Die was way too good at this. Way too good. Especially when he kept on nibbling on Kyo’s neck with those full lips of his, using just the right amount of teeth to make a shudder go down the smaller man’s spine. Kyo was still shocked, at least he blamed that himself, and that was the reason why he didn’t push Die away and scold him for his actions. What the hell did he think he was doing anyway? It seemed that Die knew very well what he was doing, at least he managed to get Kyo into this puddle of liquid need in a split second.
Kyo might’ve been able to explain his lack of responses with the shock, but there was no way he could find a good excuse for what he did next. His hands shot up on their own and while one of them tangled in the back of Die’s neck, in those long and soft strands of hair, the other was shamelessly grabbing the guitarist’s rear as if it belonged to him. Kyo raked his nails down, and despite the thick denim of Die’s pants he forced his fingers between his buttocks, yanking him down closer to himself with it. A part of Kyo was even surprised by his bold actions, but even more surprised he was when Die didn’t resist, didn’t try to pull back but instead moaned lowly against his neck, darting out his tongue to tantalize the spot he had just bitten a second ago. Rapidly, Kyo’s fantasies of having that hot mouth for himself were being replaced by all new cavalcade of fantasies, where in every single one he was making the tall guitarist his own one way or another.
All those vivid images proved to be too much, combined by that warm palm on his cock, the hand that knew exactly where to offer more pressure and where to be more easy, where to touch and where to even use his nails. It didn’t take more than a few heartbeats and Kyo was already coming in hot, hard spurts between their bodies on his own shirt. He was breathing heavily, his head spinning and his whole world threatened to black out for a short second. This had now been beyond his images and yet it had only been a quick handjob in the studio. What the hell would it do to him if he would ever get to live out those other fantasies in his mind? He would die, he was sure of it, a very pleasant and sweetly torturous death.
Before Kyo even noticed what was going on, he was being already zipped up again and Die had gotten up from his lap, straightening into his full height in front of him. There was amusement in Die’s eyes as he looked down at his friend, but it wasn’t all, there was a clear hint of something else laced in that, too. It made Kyo shudder pleasantly, and he could’ve sworn he could already feel something twitch in his pants again. “D-die..?” He stuttered, cursing himself inwardly as his voice wasn’t as steady as it should’ve been. “What do..?” He didn’t really know what he was going to ask, pausing for a second to search for words. Thankfully, he needed none.
“You can buy me dinner,” Die smirked as he grabbed his jacket and threw it over his shoulder, sauntering off like nothing had happened. When he reached the door he turned around halfway, his hand already on the doorknob, and gave the vocalist another one of those charming smiles. “Your place, at nine. Make it something spicy.”
With that, he was off, and left a very stunned Kyo staring right after him. Although it only took mere seconds before the small man jumped up, quickly gathering his belongings since damnit, this was not a date he was going to miss.
Author:
fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: Kyo/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyo has been drooling after Die for longer, and he knows that the other man is very well aware of that. Yet, he never quite expected he would be just this comfortable with it.
Comments:
fonulyn: Okay this isn’t double-checked since sick_pride urged me to post it already now XD I blame you for all the bad language, honeybaby ;D Anyway, when seeing this one picture with Die and Kyo standing next to each other and Kyo looking all protective over Die in this “back off bitches, he’s mine!” way, I kinda had an urge to write some Die/Kyo again x) It’s been AGES since I did anything with the pairing but I hope you like it ;) It’s a short snippet anyway XDAnd feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
These days in the studio were always such a struggle for Kyo. Partly, because he really did live for his art and because he wanted everything to be perfect, working on each and every second of the song until it was good enough in his eyes. Most of the time he still wasn’t satisfied with the vocals, but he had to let it go since he knew that such perfection as in his mind did not exist in the real world. Yet there was another thing in the studio days that made them hard for him. And this time hard in the literal sense of the word. He hardly even remembered a day when he would’ve managed to get through it without having a raging hard on at some point.
And the reason for that? Die. Okay, Kyo had always had a thing for the guitarist and he had always been quite attracted to him. He had never acted on it, though, and for years he had thought he had managed to conceal his desires well enough for no one to notice them. But then, the strangest things kept on happening. Die would give him long, heavy-lidded looks when no one noticed and laugh them off the next second. Or then, Die would make sure he pursed and licked his sinfully lush lips while the band was eating together, and that never failed to make Kyo space out and stare. There were small gestures, small teasing remarks, and still it took Kyo almost half a decade to realize what was going on. That bastard knew! Die had probably known all along about his secret fantasies and had been using it against him. And still… Kyo didn’t exactly mind as he did quite enjoy them anyway.
Anyone who thought that Kyo easily got excited on stage, should’ve seen him working on a new album with Die. Or with anyone as long as Die was in the same room. It took mere minutes and he was distracted unless the work managed to swallow him as a whole. It wasn’t like they played their game always and everywhere, of course not. Die took his work as seriously as Kyo did, and they were both striving for perfection with incredible intensity. But it didn’t mean that there was no time for the other kind of activities, too, when the occasion called or when they happened to hit the certain mood. Which, recently, had been happening much more often than it should have.
This had been yet another one of those days when Kyo simply couldn’t get his thoughts together and he ended up wasting so much time it began to piss him off. Granted, he had been getting so much work done the past days that he was ahead of schedule but still, this day was a wasted effort if one asked him. And he knew who to blame for it, definitely. It had seemed like Die had been on fire the whole day, putting up such a show for Kyo’s ever-watchful eyes that he had been boiling in his juices for the whole goddamn day. Of course, the brat had been good enough to keep it subtle so that not everyone had noticed. It had even gone as far as to Toshiya ask Kyo at one point if he was alright since he seemed to be pale as chalk and the next second all flushed.
After everyone else had already gone home, Kyo had still stayed at the studio, saying that he wanted to look through a couple of things still before calling it a day. But now that he was sitting there, all alone, in the recording booth with a sheet of music in front of him, he found his thoughts drifting dangerously again. He didn’t even see the papers anymore, all he could think of was how Die had been taking a drink from his water bottle earlier, his beautiful lips closed around the neck and his Adam’s apple moving as he swallowed and … yes it was official now. Kyo had a mouth-fetish. Or Die’s mouth –fetish, to be more exact.
Annoyed, he growled and already shifted on his seat to get up. He should go home and take care of this problem of his. It’d be one painful way home, he knew it already, trying to suppress the heat from within for that good half an hour before he’d be home. Then again… He was alone, now wasn’t he? There was no one else in the studio, was there? A cunning plan was beginning to form in his mind and a grin ghosted over his lips as he shifted a bit, pushing the papers away on the nearby music stand. Half of the papers fell down on the floor, but he didn’t even really notice, he so wasn’t paying attention to anything as irrelevant as that.
Kyo slumped back in the chair, pushing his legs further from himself and parted them a little as he brought his hand between his thighs. He could at least relieve the worst pressure now, to make it a more pleasant way back home. And there, he could work on releasing all of the pent up frustration, even if it meant a full sleepless night. He could of course go out and find someone to help him out with that, but somehow he wasn’t in the mood. And he knew he’d have enough fantasies in his mind for a lifetime. Shamelessly he was already rubbing on the quite impressive bulge in his pants, thinking of those lush, soft lips wrapped around his shaft. It was an image he had frequently gotten off on, and he knew this time would be no exception. It would be hot and desperate and fast and… What was that?
There was a soft sound, like someone’s steps and although Kyo tensed, trying to hear it again, it wasn’t there again. He was already beginning to relax a little bit when he heard it the second time, his eyes darting towards the door to see if someone was there. A shadow detached from the walls, close to the door, and even without the lights on in that part of the room he could tell it was a tall, slim figure. No question about who it would be. “You were just waiting for us to leave so you could have a moment of fun, eh?” The words were spoken with a grin, one could hear that clearly in the dimly lit room. One could even see the smirk when the other man approached, finally stepping into the light.
“Fuck, Die! You scared the shit out of me. What the fuck are you doing here?” He didn’t usually curse all that much but who could blame him now? He was bewildered, ashamed and shocked, all at once. Besides, his voice already creaked so un-flatteringly that there was no way he could make it any worse with stupid choices of words, now could he? Kyo tensed up even further, backing off in his chair until he was sitting straight up and couldn’t get any further, not with Die standing right in front of him and looking at him in that predatory way that could’ve almost scared Kyo if it hadn’t turned him on so intensely.
Instantly, without a word, Die pushed his way on Kyo’s lap, straddling his hips as he bent over him and brought their lips close together. Kyo’s heart was beating like mad in his chest and he thought that this could as well be his fantasy still. A very, very vivid and life-like fantasy but hell, how could it be that the real Die was sitting on his lap like this, their faces almost touching? He already closed his eyes, expecting a kiss, but it never came. Instead, Die tilted his head a bit and sank his teeth on the soft flesh of Kyo’s neck, right below the spot where it met his jaw.
Die’s long, nimble fingers had worked his pants open almost too easily, and Kyo couldn’t help but to hiss when the rough fabric was tugged aside to free his arousal. The next thing he knew was that those skilful fingers were laced around his shaft, stroking slowly and intensely. Shit, Die was way too good at this. Way too good. Especially when he kept on nibbling on Kyo’s neck with those full lips of his, using just the right amount of teeth to make a shudder go down the smaller man’s spine. Kyo was still shocked, at least he blamed that himself, and that was the reason why he didn’t push Die away and scold him for his actions. What the hell did he think he was doing anyway? It seemed that Die knew very well what he was doing, at least he managed to get Kyo into this puddle of liquid need in a split second.
Kyo might’ve been able to explain his lack of responses with the shock, but there was no way he could find a good excuse for what he did next. His hands shot up on their own and while one of them tangled in the back of Die’s neck, in those long and soft strands of hair, the other was shamelessly grabbing the guitarist’s rear as if it belonged to him. Kyo raked his nails down, and despite the thick denim of Die’s pants he forced his fingers between his buttocks, yanking him down closer to himself with it. A part of Kyo was even surprised by his bold actions, but even more surprised he was when Die didn’t resist, didn’t try to pull back but instead moaned lowly against his neck, darting out his tongue to tantalize the spot he had just bitten a second ago. Rapidly, Kyo’s fantasies of having that hot mouth for himself were being replaced by all new cavalcade of fantasies, where in every single one he was making the tall guitarist his own one way or another.
All those vivid images proved to be too much, combined by that warm palm on his cock, the hand that knew exactly where to offer more pressure and where to be more easy, where to touch and where to even use his nails. It didn’t take more than a few heartbeats and Kyo was already coming in hot, hard spurts between their bodies on his own shirt. He was breathing heavily, his head spinning and his whole world threatened to black out for a short second. This had now been beyond his images and yet it had only been a quick handjob in the studio. What the hell would it do to him if he would ever get to live out those other fantasies in his mind? He would die, he was sure of it, a very pleasant and sweetly torturous death.
Before Kyo even noticed what was going on, he was being already zipped up again and Die had gotten up from his lap, straightening into his full height in front of him. There was amusement in Die’s eyes as he looked down at his friend, but it wasn’t all, there was a clear hint of something else laced in that, too. It made Kyo shudder pleasantly, and he could’ve sworn he could already feel something twitch in his pants again. “D-die..?” He stuttered, cursing himself inwardly as his voice wasn’t as steady as it should’ve been. “What do..?” He didn’t really know what he was going to ask, pausing for a second to search for words. Thankfully, he needed none.
“You can buy me dinner,” Die smirked as he grabbed his jacket and threw it over his shoulder, sauntering off like nothing had happened. When he reached the door he turned around halfway, his hand already on the doorknob, and gave the vocalist another one of those charming smiles. “Your place, at nine. Make it something spicy.”
With that, he was off, and left a very stunned Kyo staring right after him. Although it only took mere seconds before the small man jumped up, quickly gathering his belongings since damnit, this was not a date he was going to miss.
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