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Title: Caught
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fonulyn & seinen_no
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kaoru/Die
Disclaimer: No own, purely fictional.
Summary: The recordings of the new album have been dragging on for weeks now, and everyone is getting tired and frustrated in every possible way. Kaoru thought he found a perfect way to cure his frustrations, but little did he know that the reality would turn out even better.
Comments:
seinen_no: The internet is for porn! Soooo, that's all folks. Read and enjoy!
fonulyn: Now that I reread this to correct it, I had to grin since I had completely forgotten what we had written originally XD But it was kind of cool, reading something “new” that you’ve written yourself *laughs* It’s just smut, but hopefully you’ll enjoy! ;)
Caught
Rain was hammering against the studio's window, running down the glass in streams. It was cold already, autumn slowly turning into winter and the trees had lost almost all their leaves. At this hour, normal people were lolling on their couches, watching TV or they were out in bars, enjoying a nice evening with friends.
Toshiya yawned widely. They had been at the studio for weeks now and the days began to be more tiring than anything else. The young bassist was sitting at the table, staring at his laptop without seeing anything in reality. He had stopped working on this bassline an hour ago already and instead was fighting tiredness. Shinya had gently placed a palm on his shoulder and told him to go next doors and get some sleep. They had a small room at the studio where one could take a nap or try to get a moment alone if needed and the bassist now made use of it.
Shinya said he would go outside for a moment, get a bit of fresh air as he hoped it would wake him up. Kyo was in his voice-booth, totally consumed by his work. He didn't seem to be tired at all, but they all knew he would just drop down on a chair and snore within a second once he was done. Kaoru had been watching him for quite some time, but now took his laptop and moved over to the couch in a corner of the room. He was staring at the screen, clicking a bit and appeared like he was working on something. Die got suspicious though. There was something in Kaoru's posture, a certain tension in his body as if the older guitarist was on guard, that made him appear as if he was having secrets.
And there shouldn't be any secrets if he was just working on a riff or something, right? They shared all the work when it came to the guitar-parts and if Kaoru was fiddling with something then why would he look so out of place, a little tense even. That definitely sparked Die's curiosity, and he didn't even try to cover that he was staring at the older guitarist. Not that he would've been able to cover his staring otherwise either, seeing how tired, unfocused and restless he was.
Kaoru looked almost hypnotizing, the lights of the screen flickering on his face. He even bit his lower lip softly, in a gesture that was more than familiar to Die and yet now seemed to make his heart beat a little faster. It was the tiredness, Die told himself, made it harder for him to ignore the fact that he was a bit too attracted to his fellow guitarist. Of course he had known it for long, that Kaoru was definitely good-looking with his sharp features and all, but he also knew that the other man, unlike him, was straight. With a small sigh, Die tried to re-focus on his work instead of watching his bandmate, not with that much success though.
Shinya re-appeared and when he passed by the couch, Kaoru even turned a bit more to the side so that the screen of his computer was facing the wall behind him and nobody could sneak a peek at it. It hadn't been necessary since the drummer didn't bother to look at what the lead-guitarist was doing but instead marched over to one of the other sound-booths. Obviously, the fresh air had given him his drive back and he now wanted to try something. At the same moment, Kyo came out of his own booth, grinning like a moron. "I'm having a cig," he announced and left without stopping.
Kaoru barely looked up, was rather fascinated by his laptop and even reached for his headphones at one point. That was the moment when Kaoru looked up shortly as if he wanted to check if somebody was too close to him or not.
That again managed to raise Die's suspicions. Was the older man going through some illegal sites or what? Maybe he had found something interesting and just didn't want to share it? In any case, Kaoru's cheeks seemed to be gaining a little color even. Not much, just barely noticeable. Yet it was definitely there. Die was still trying not to stare too obviously, but he had long ago already dropped everything he had been doing and was only covertly watching the other man. He still pretended to be working though, had some papers in his hands, while he hadn't even glanced at them in ages.
After some time, the older guitarist just closed the lid of his laptop, got up and headed into the direction of the lavatories. He didn't even spare Die a single glance, was so busy to appear unsuspicious that it easily gained the curiosity of an attentive watcher. His steps were determined as usual, but maybe a bit quicker, his shoulders hunched as he slipped through the door and left the room.
That has been the last drop. Die tried to mind his own business at first, but that lasted exactly for ten seconds and then he simply jumped up quickly and took the few steps that separated him from the other man's laptop. Swiftly he opened the lid and even released a victorious little sound as he noticed that Kaoru had been in such a hurry that he hadn't closed whatever he had been doing, but had just abandoned his laptop. With a couple of clicks he opened the browser, only to freeze on the spot.
Porn. Kaoru had been watching porn? At work? And that wasn't even the biggest surprise of it all. Die's heart was beginning to beat like a drum, his throat drying up and his palms getting sweaty as his mind pieced together the rest. Not only porn, it was gay porn. There he had thought that Kaoru was completely straight, that damn pervert, and then he caught him watching gay porn at work? Damnit! This wasn't going to be it, not if one asked Die! He didn't even realize he left the video running, for everyone to see, as he rushed out of the room to follow his bandmate.
Kaoru thought it was his goddamn right to have at least a moment of privacy even at work. After all, they've been working 24/7 and that for weeks now to get the album done. After the first week, they had stopped going home in the early morning hours and practically camped at the studio with sleeping-bags, everybody fighting for a spot on the comfy futon in the recreation room. It saved them the time they lost with getting to the studio in the mornings and driving home in the early morning hours after they were done with the work of the day.
That had led to a severe lack of private life though and it was shown in one way or another. Kaoru for his part though was having a very human problem and he had just wanted to use these hours where everybody was more or less tired already and the work came to a halt for a moment, to get rid of his problem.
That problem became more than evident to Die when he finally reached the lavatories and even through the closed door he could hear the heavy respiration, knowing that the other man was having a moment with himself in there. He faced a problem at that though; namely the door that was pretty effectively separating them.
He couldn't just knock on the door and ask Kaoru if he could join him, now could he? And neither could he just bust through the door and make his way in there. He was left with pretty much no options at all, and for a while he even regretted that he had followed the other man. He was equally needy though, and that spark was fanned by the knowledge that his up-until-now-very-straight bandmate had turned out to be interested in his own sex as well. At least assumedly, judging by the porn he was consuming. That made Die reluctant to leave, but he still didn't have a clever plan on how to proceed from here.
He already resumed to his fate and was ready to leave again, certain he would have to use the toilet himself after a moment as he was having the boner of the century, when he found that something was off. The lock on the door wasn't red. It was red if one used the toilet, right? So if it wasn't red, Kaoru must have forgotten to lock it. That was so unlike the otherwise always attentive bandleader that it made Die grin.
Kaoru had based his hand on the tiles above the toilet, his eyes were closed and in his mind was running his own, private movie. There were bits and pieces of the video he had just seen and he was clinging to them while his hand was working himself hard and fast. He had opened his pants and pushed them down a bit to have enough room and although he knew he shouldn't lose himself there for too long, he enjoyed this far too much to allow anything to spoil the fantasy.
Die wasn't the most courageous person on earth, and usually he was actually pretty considerate of what other people thought. Right now, witnessing the other man's bare backside made his heart jump to his throat though, and somehow it made something inside of him snap. He simply pushed the door open, enough to step inside and closer to the lead guitarist. Kaoru seemed to be so lost in his own little universe, that he only noticed he had company when Die's large palm landed on his hip. It startled him palpably, but that didn't seem to lessen the younger guitarist's determination at all. He simply slid his hand further, until he could grasp his friend's throbbing arousal, giving it a couple of firm strokes.
It made the lithe body in his arms tremble and drew a surprised gasp from Kaoru. His eyes were wide though as he turned his head and stared at his bandmate. "Die..." he uttered under his breath. While he couldn't deny that he loved the determined touch on his cock, he couldn't understand why the other guitarist did this. Up until then, they had always been very considerate of each other's privacy, had tried to respect it as much as possible despite being together almost 24/7. Very much to his own surprise, he didn't make a move to get away though. Quite the contrary, he leaned even closer until his back was resting against Die's firm chest.
Hearing his own name whispered so lowly made a shiver go down Die's spine, and made him even more determined to pull this through. He sneaked his free hand around the other man's waist, pulling him even closer against himself until their bodies were moulding together all nicely. He never stopped stroking the hard flesh between the older man's legs, and now even used his other hand to knead his balls gently, giving the soft skin of his inner thighs a few teasing touches.
"You dirty old man. You watch porn at work?" Although it was technically a question, it came out more like a statement, and Die didn't really expect an answer to it. Especially when a part of his consciousness was directed only to the way the other man was writhing against him, obviously enjoying the sensations.
Kaoru was panting already, Die's fingers too able to leave him in control of his body. A flash of heat went through him though, and it wasn't only caused by the pleasure but also by the recognition that he had been caught.
"So you spy on me?" the older guitarist groaned out when Die had eased his ministrations a bit to make sure he wouldn't come right away. Kaoru would have wanted to say something more, would have wanted to threaten Die with a punishment but at that moment the younger guitarist had the upper hand and used it shamelessly.
"Yeah," Die agreed willingly, not even trying to justify himself. Besides, what would he have to lose at this point anymore? He had his hand wrapped around his friend's hot, throbbing cock, so he had pretty much already taken such a huge leap into the unknown that a little more wouldn't hurt. "I am spying on you. Is that a problem?" As if to underline the words he guided his thumb over the sensitive tip of the other man's arousal, making him shudder. It rubbed their bodies together deliciously, Kaoru's butt being nicely on the same level as Die's crotch right now, and before he even noticed the younger man gasped out loud as well.
Kaoru felt his hot breath on his nape and it not only made him shudder pleasantly but also made the small hairs there stand up. "N-no," he shook his head and although he knew that his voice gave away how much he had lost control already, he went on. "It's no problem."
He had very well noticed Die's reaction though and from then on used that to tease his friend by rubbing his half-naked butt against his crotch. "Then you know," the older man went on, turning his head enough to look at Die from underneath a few bangs. "That I like guys." It was a useless statement but one had to be considerate of his brains not functioning that well in that situation. After all, Die had his hand around his cock and he hadn't yelled at him yet for that, let alone tried to get rid of him.
"Yep, I know," Die's reply came almost in a sing-song voice, the tone so merry that it didn't quite match the small half-smirk that was curving his lips. Using his grip on the smaller man he pulled him even closer, letting out a small sigh as that tantalized the growing bulge in his pants all nicely. "Now," he breathed out then, bringing his lips so close to Kaoru's ear that he could just whisper the words against his skin hotly. "There are actually three more questions; Can you take it, and do you happen to have lube and a rubber?" The heat within the younger guitarist had multiplied within seconds, and he felt like he was about to go mad if he didn't get to go a bit further, one way or another.
The question made Kaoru swallow hard. Not because he would be afraid though but because he was already much further in his mind. He noticed a new undertone in Die's voice, something so utterly sexy that it turned him on to no end. It was so low that he wouldn't have thought Die was capable of uttering such a sound. His first answer was a small movement backwards again though, rubbing firmly against the rough denim.
"Are you now going to tell me that you're so huge, it'd tear me apart," he teased. To give at least one straight answer, he dug a condom out of the pocket in his jeans, grabbed Die's hand and slammed it into the palm. Kaoru had no idea why he had put it there, maybe some kind of false hope or because he kept on telling himself one should be prepared for everything. It didn't matter though, because it was there and that was what counted.
"Not necessarily," Die smirked against the older man's neck, having brought his face closer as he had been nibbling on the soft skin for a while now. "But how should I know if you've ever taken it up your ass?" He pointed out, and even gave the other man's privates a small squeeze as if to punish him for his cockiness.
Truth to be told, he still couldn't even grasp that this was really happening. He had the older guitarist, a man he had been fantasizing of, more or less, in his arms and they were about to take a step further. Was this just a dream? He didn't even bother to waste a single second on that thought, but instead brought his other hand to his own jeans, to fumble them open so he could finally free himself.
Using his new-won freedom, Kaoru turned around quickly and stopped Die. "Wait," he breathed out huskily, his eyes shooting from Die's down to the taller man's groin. Grinning, he took over and freed the younger guitarist's need. Unhesitant, Kaoru gave the hot flesh a few strokes, shuddering as he felt it grow even harder.
"Gimme," he demanded, holding up his hand to receive the condom back. Instead of rolling it over Die's arousal though, he quickly grabbed the younger man's hips and turned him around, pressing him against the wall. "Now," he purred but had to see that he was a bit too small to reach where he wanted and Die would have to spread his legs a bit further. That didn't bother him at that moment though as he was right where he had always wanted to be. Countless nights had he dreamed about his fellow guitarist, about fucking his tiny and probably incredibly tight ass. "The question is," Kaoru went on huskily, his voice low and full, "if you can take it without lube."
Already the tone of his voice was enough to make Die shudder clearly, and he automatically spread his legs even further as he leaned forward against the cool wall for support. A second ago he had been completely ready to nail his friend to the next century, and his brains still hadn't completely processed the turn of events. Yet, when Kaoru spoke in that low, sensual voice of his that should be forbidden for god's sake as it was so ridiculously sexy, it made Die's senses go into an overdrive at that very second. Hastily he nodded, swallowing hard to make his voice work at least remotely. "Y-yes. I can." He didn't elaborate on it further, but practically held his breath as he focused on the warm presence behind his, on each small movement of the other man's.
One of Kaoru's small hands was wrapped around his cock, taking him higher with a few strokes. Suddenly though, it was gone and Die could feel the older man move behind him. He heard Kaoru open the wrapping of the condom, cursing under his breath as it apparently refused to collaborate. Then suddenly, he felt able hands on his butt, parting his buttocks and at the next second, there was nothing but white bliss along with a sting of pain shooting through him.
Kaoru groaned, biting his bottom lip to stifle the sound. Still, it filled the tiled room, was echoing from the walls in a way that made both of them shudder clearly. Stars were dancing before the older guitarist's eyes and he distantly thought that the real deal surpassed his fantasies by far; that Die felt even better than he had imagined. His hand was back on Die's arousal, stroking him slowly as he began to rock his hips back and forth, making room for himself. It gave the other man time to adjust to the intrusion, prepared him for what would follow in a few seconds. Kaoru had skipped the prepping, but knew better than to just blindly nail the other man right away but instead set out to push both of them higher slowly.
When Die had felt the hard flesh invade his body so suddenly, almost harshly at first, he had been certain that it would just tear him open and that it was far too much to take. Of course it was just pure nonsense, that wouldn't really ever happen, but it didn't mean that there wouldn't have been laces of pain coursing from his lower body up his nerve tracks. Yet, there was something mixing to the feeling that made it all worth it. It was simply deliciously intense to be filled so intimately, to be claimed in those short, almost careful movements deeper and deeper with each passing second. He even arched his back, trying to push back against the smaller man to force him in even deeper. A grin ghosted over his lips when a thought crossed his mind, and for a second he fought for breath before speaking up in a low, clearly needy voice. "C'mon Kao," there was a challenging sparkle in his eyes as he turned his head a bit, looking straight at the other man. "You can do better than that, old man."
Kaoru answered the gaze with a grin of his. He was clearly breathless, tried hard to keep in control. The words caused the last string that held his self-control to snap though. Smirking, he tightened the hold on Die's hips, his fingers digging deep into the thin skin there. The next thrust was deep and hard, pushing the younger man forward. Both men cried out at the same moment but then quickly stifled the sound somehow. Kaoru had buried his face between his Die's shoulder blades, biting down on his shirt. "Better?" he asked after a moment and although his voice was breathless one could clearly hear the cocky undertone.
It was enough to make a small grin ghost across the younger guitarist's lips, and he even chuckled a little as the words sunk into his brains properly. Teasingly he nudged his hips backwards, as if urging the other man to go on with the harsher movements. "Yeah," he nodded, his voice breaking off in the end of the single word already. "Better. More." He didn't even have the time to say anything further before the smaller man simply slammed back into him with such ferocity that it made him practically howl. Desperately, Die was clawing on the cool surface of the wall before him, unable to find anything to hold on to as his brains just shut down, the blinding pleasure forcing everything else off his mind.
Kaoru was panting harshly, his eyes on half-mast as he didn't see much anyways. A few minutes ago, he had been incredibly needy, had watched porn and then hoped for a nice moment with his hand and a good fantasy to get off on but now he was there, screwing his fellow guitarist who had always been one of his forbidden desires. The quick movements were pushing both of them higher within seconds, and before Kaoru knew what was happening, he was teetering on the edge already. "C'mon," he squeezed out between harsh breaths, his thrusts growing erratic while he sped up the movement of his hand, allowing his thumb to slide across the wet tip of Die's arousal time and time again.
Already the feeling of the hot, heavy flesh claiming his body time and time again had been enough to make Die's head spin, but with the combined touches it was simply impossible to bear. Die was writhing and squirming on his place, pressing his forehead against the wall in hopes to calm himself down a bit, in vain. He could feel his shirt become damp where Kaoru was breathing hotly against it, and somehow the heat in the whole room seemed to have multiplied within seconds.
He had been living in need for such a long while now that his needy body didn't need to be told twice, and already what felt the next second he was sent flying. The climax crushed down on him with such force it made him scream, his muscles cramping on their own as he was no longer in control of himself. Still, distantly he felt the other man's small hand determinedly push him higher, and somehow that thought was enough to make him shudder again.
The clenching muscles and hearing the low, deep sound of pleasure that slipped Die's lips were enough to take Kaoru with him. All it took were one, two more thrusts and his body surrendered to the sensations within. He was almost collapsing against the taller man, his movements slowing down before he stopped completely. Stars were dancing before his closed eyes, shivers of pleasure making him tremble as he didn't seem to want to land back from such a high. Finally though, the smaller man straightened and pulled away from Die, getting rid of the condom instantly.
The next seconds neither of them said a single thing, both of them just focusing on the bliss that was still lingering inside of them. Slowly they got properly dressed again, pulling their clothes on and straightening them the best they could. A short, awkward moment of silence fell amongst them, but it only lasted until their eyes met and they both just had to laugh. Somehow this situation was so odd, so off the hook that they couldn't help but to see the humor in it. "So," Die smirked, tilting his head as he looked at the older guitarist. "Now that I know how good you are, you're obligated to help me cure the studio-horniness again sometime. It's an order."
That made Kaoru stop and he hitched one of his delicate eyebrows. "I don't see you in the position to give orders," he said with a strict tone but couldn't stop a grin from breaking free. "Well," he chuckled, "I might consider it."
"Oh but I am indeed in the position to give orders," Die snickered instantly, his eyes sparkling merrily as he gave one last look at the other man, while turning to leave the small room. "Unless you want the guys to hear every dirty little detail, that is."
For a second, Kaoru stared after him but then just grinned. Shaking his head, he smoothed down his clothes and then opened the door to follow his friend. His steps were bouncy and he was secretly hoping that the recordings would drag on for a couple of days still.
Artist:
fonulyn & seinen_noRating: NC-17
Pairing: Kaoru/Die
Disclaimer: No own, purely fictional.
Summary: The recordings of the new album have been dragging on for weeks now, and everyone is getting tired and frustrated in every possible way. Kaoru thought he found a perfect way to cure his frustrations, but little did he know that the reality would turn out even better.
Comments:
seinen_no: The internet is for porn! Soooo, that's all folks. Read and enjoy!fonulyn: Now that I reread this to correct it, I had to grin since I had completely forgotten what we had written originally XD But it was kind of cool, reading something “new” that you’ve written yourself *laughs* It’s just smut, but hopefully you’ll enjoy! ;)Rain was hammering against the studio's window, running down the glass in streams. It was cold already, autumn slowly turning into winter and the trees had lost almost all their leaves. At this hour, normal people were lolling on their couches, watching TV or they were out in bars, enjoying a nice evening with friends.
Toshiya yawned widely. They had been at the studio for weeks now and the days began to be more tiring than anything else. The young bassist was sitting at the table, staring at his laptop without seeing anything in reality. He had stopped working on this bassline an hour ago already and instead was fighting tiredness. Shinya had gently placed a palm on his shoulder and told him to go next doors and get some sleep. They had a small room at the studio where one could take a nap or try to get a moment alone if needed and the bassist now made use of it.
Shinya said he would go outside for a moment, get a bit of fresh air as he hoped it would wake him up. Kyo was in his voice-booth, totally consumed by his work. He didn't seem to be tired at all, but they all knew he would just drop down on a chair and snore within a second once he was done. Kaoru had been watching him for quite some time, but now took his laptop and moved over to the couch in a corner of the room. He was staring at the screen, clicking a bit and appeared like he was working on something. Die got suspicious though. There was something in Kaoru's posture, a certain tension in his body as if the older guitarist was on guard, that made him appear as if he was having secrets.
And there shouldn't be any secrets if he was just working on a riff or something, right? They shared all the work when it came to the guitar-parts and if Kaoru was fiddling with something then why would he look so out of place, a little tense even. That definitely sparked Die's curiosity, and he didn't even try to cover that he was staring at the older guitarist. Not that he would've been able to cover his staring otherwise either, seeing how tired, unfocused and restless he was.
Kaoru looked almost hypnotizing, the lights of the screen flickering on his face. He even bit his lower lip softly, in a gesture that was more than familiar to Die and yet now seemed to make his heart beat a little faster. It was the tiredness, Die told himself, made it harder for him to ignore the fact that he was a bit too attracted to his fellow guitarist. Of course he had known it for long, that Kaoru was definitely good-looking with his sharp features and all, but he also knew that the other man, unlike him, was straight. With a small sigh, Die tried to re-focus on his work instead of watching his bandmate, not with that much success though.
Shinya re-appeared and when he passed by the couch, Kaoru even turned a bit more to the side so that the screen of his computer was facing the wall behind him and nobody could sneak a peek at it. It hadn't been necessary since the drummer didn't bother to look at what the lead-guitarist was doing but instead marched over to one of the other sound-booths. Obviously, the fresh air had given him his drive back and he now wanted to try something. At the same moment, Kyo came out of his own booth, grinning like a moron. "I'm having a cig," he announced and left without stopping.
Kaoru barely looked up, was rather fascinated by his laptop and even reached for his headphones at one point. That was the moment when Kaoru looked up shortly as if he wanted to check if somebody was too close to him or not.
That again managed to raise Die's suspicions. Was the older man going through some illegal sites or what? Maybe he had found something interesting and just didn't want to share it? In any case, Kaoru's cheeks seemed to be gaining a little color even. Not much, just barely noticeable. Yet it was definitely there. Die was still trying not to stare too obviously, but he had long ago already dropped everything he had been doing and was only covertly watching the other man. He still pretended to be working though, had some papers in his hands, while he hadn't even glanced at them in ages.
After some time, the older guitarist just closed the lid of his laptop, got up and headed into the direction of the lavatories. He didn't even spare Die a single glance, was so busy to appear unsuspicious that it easily gained the curiosity of an attentive watcher. His steps were determined as usual, but maybe a bit quicker, his shoulders hunched as he slipped through the door and left the room.
That has been the last drop. Die tried to mind his own business at first, but that lasted exactly for ten seconds and then he simply jumped up quickly and took the few steps that separated him from the other man's laptop. Swiftly he opened the lid and even released a victorious little sound as he noticed that Kaoru had been in such a hurry that he hadn't closed whatever he had been doing, but had just abandoned his laptop. With a couple of clicks he opened the browser, only to freeze on the spot.
Porn. Kaoru had been watching porn? At work? And that wasn't even the biggest surprise of it all. Die's heart was beginning to beat like a drum, his throat drying up and his palms getting sweaty as his mind pieced together the rest. Not only porn, it was gay porn. There he had thought that Kaoru was completely straight, that damn pervert, and then he caught him watching gay porn at work? Damnit! This wasn't going to be it, not if one asked Die! He didn't even realize he left the video running, for everyone to see, as he rushed out of the room to follow his bandmate.
Kaoru thought it was his goddamn right to have at least a moment of privacy even at work. After all, they've been working 24/7 and that for weeks now to get the album done. After the first week, they had stopped going home in the early morning hours and practically camped at the studio with sleeping-bags, everybody fighting for a spot on the comfy futon in the recreation room. It saved them the time they lost with getting to the studio in the mornings and driving home in the early morning hours after they were done with the work of the day.
That had led to a severe lack of private life though and it was shown in one way or another. Kaoru for his part though was having a very human problem and he had just wanted to use these hours where everybody was more or less tired already and the work came to a halt for a moment, to get rid of his problem.
That problem became more than evident to Die when he finally reached the lavatories and even through the closed door he could hear the heavy respiration, knowing that the other man was having a moment with himself in there. He faced a problem at that though; namely the door that was pretty effectively separating them.
He couldn't just knock on the door and ask Kaoru if he could join him, now could he? And neither could he just bust through the door and make his way in there. He was left with pretty much no options at all, and for a while he even regretted that he had followed the other man. He was equally needy though, and that spark was fanned by the knowledge that his up-until-now-very-straight bandmate had turned out to be interested in his own sex as well. At least assumedly, judging by the porn he was consuming. That made Die reluctant to leave, but he still didn't have a clever plan on how to proceed from here.
He already resumed to his fate and was ready to leave again, certain he would have to use the toilet himself after a moment as he was having the boner of the century, when he found that something was off. The lock on the door wasn't red. It was red if one used the toilet, right? So if it wasn't red, Kaoru must have forgotten to lock it. That was so unlike the otherwise always attentive bandleader that it made Die grin.
Kaoru had based his hand on the tiles above the toilet, his eyes were closed and in his mind was running his own, private movie. There were bits and pieces of the video he had just seen and he was clinging to them while his hand was working himself hard and fast. He had opened his pants and pushed them down a bit to have enough room and although he knew he shouldn't lose himself there for too long, he enjoyed this far too much to allow anything to spoil the fantasy.
Die wasn't the most courageous person on earth, and usually he was actually pretty considerate of what other people thought. Right now, witnessing the other man's bare backside made his heart jump to his throat though, and somehow it made something inside of him snap. He simply pushed the door open, enough to step inside and closer to the lead guitarist. Kaoru seemed to be so lost in his own little universe, that he only noticed he had company when Die's large palm landed on his hip. It startled him palpably, but that didn't seem to lessen the younger guitarist's determination at all. He simply slid his hand further, until he could grasp his friend's throbbing arousal, giving it a couple of firm strokes.
It made the lithe body in his arms tremble and drew a surprised gasp from Kaoru. His eyes were wide though as he turned his head and stared at his bandmate. "Die..." he uttered under his breath. While he couldn't deny that he loved the determined touch on his cock, he couldn't understand why the other guitarist did this. Up until then, they had always been very considerate of each other's privacy, had tried to respect it as much as possible despite being together almost 24/7. Very much to his own surprise, he didn't make a move to get away though. Quite the contrary, he leaned even closer until his back was resting against Die's firm chest.
Hearing his own name whispered so lowly made a shiver go down Die's spine, and made him even more determined to pull this through. He sneaked his free hand around the other man's waist, pulling him even closer against himself until their bodies were moulding together all nicely. He never stopped stroking the hard flesh between the older man's legs, and now even used his other hand to knead his balls gently, giving the soft skin of his inner thighs a few teasing touches.
"You dirty old man. You watch porn at work?" Although it was technically a question, it came out more like a statement, and Die didn't really expect an answer to it. Especially when a part of his consciousness was directed only to the way the other man was writhing against him, obviously enjoying the sensations.
Kaoru was panting already, Die's fingers too able to leave him in control of his body. A flash of heat went through him though, and it wasn't only caused by the pleasure but also by the recognition that he had been caught.
"So you spy on me?" the older guitarist groaned out when Die had eased his ministrations a bit to make sure he wouldn't come right away. Kaoru would have wanted to say something more, would have wanted to threaten Die with a punishment but at that moment the younger guitarist had the upper hand and used it shamelessly.
"Yeah," Die agreed willingly, not even trying to justify himself. Besides, what would he have to lose at this point anymore? He had his hand wrapped around his friend's hot, throbbing cock, so he had pretty much already taken such a huge leap into the unknown that a little more wouldn't hurt. "I am spying on you. Is that a problem?" As if to underline the words he guided his thumb over the sensitive tip of the other man's arousal, making him shudder. It rubbed their bodies together deliciously, Kaoru's butt being nicely on the same level as Die's crotch right now, and before he even noticed the younger man gasped out loud as well.
Kaoru felt his hot breath on his nape and it not only made him shudder pleasantly but also made the small hairs there stand up. "N-no," he shook his head and although he knew that his voice gave away how much he had lost control already, he went on. "It's no problem."
He had very well noticed Die's reaction though and from then on used that to tease his friend by rubbing his half-naked butt against his crotch. "Then you know," the older man went on, turning his head enough to look at Die from underneath a few bangs. "That I like guys." It was a useless statement but one had to be considerate of his brains not functioning that well in that situation. After all, Die had his hand around his cock and he hadn't yelled at him yet for that, let alone tried to get rid of him.
"Yep, I know," Die's reply came almost in a sing-song voice, the tone so merry that it didn't quite match the small half-smirk that was curving his lips. Using his grip on the smaller man he pulled him even closer, letting out a small sigh as that tantalized the growing bulge in his pants all nicely. "Now," he breathed out then, bringing his lips so close to Kaoru's ear that he could just whisper the words against his skin hotly. "There are actually three more questions; Can you take it, and do you happen to have lube and a rubber?" The heat within the younger guitarist had multiplied within seconds, and he felt like he was about to go mad if he didn't get to go a bit further, one way or another.
The question made Kaoru swallow hard. Not because he would be afraid though but because he was already much further in his mind. He noticed a new undertone in Die's voice, something so utterly sexy that it turned him on to no end. It was so low that he wouldn't have thought Die was capable of uttering such a sound. His first answer was a small movement backwards again though, rubbing firmly against the rough denim.
"Are you now going to tell me that you're so huge, it'd tear me apart," he teased. To give at least one straight answer, he dug a condom out of the pocket in his jeans, grabbed Die's hand and slammed it into the palm. Kaoru had no idea why he had put it there, maybe some kind of false hope or because he kept on telling himself one should be prepared for everything. It didn't matter though, because it was there and that was what counted.
"Not necessarily," Die smirked against the older man's neck, having brought his face closer as he had been nibbling on the soft skin for a while now. "But how should I know if you've ever taken it up your ass?" He pointed out, and even gave the other man's privates a small squeeze as if to punish him for his cockiness.
Truth to be told, he still couldn't even grasp that this was really happening. He had the older guitarist, a man he had been fantasizing of, more or less, in his arms and they were about to take a step further. Was this just a dream? He didn't even bother to waste a single second on that thought, but instead brought his other hand to his own jeans, to fumble them open so he could finally free himself.
Using his new-won freedom, Kaoru turned around quickly and stopped Die. "Wait," he breathed out huskily, his eyes shooting from Die's down to the taller man's groin. Grinning, he took over and freed the younger guitarist's need. Unhesitant, Kaoru gave the hot flesh a few strokes, shuddering as he felt it grow even harder.
"Gimme," he demanded, holding up his hand to receive the condom back. Instead of rolling it over Die's arousal though, he quickly grabbed the younger man's hips and turned him around, pressing him against the wall. "Now," he purred but had to see that he was a bit too small to reach where he wanted and Die would have to spread his legs a bit further. That didn't bother him at that moment though as he was right where he had always wanted to be. Countless nights had he dreamed about his fellow guitarist, about fucking his tiny and probably incredibly tight ass. "The question is," Kaoru went on huskily, his voice low and full, "if you can take it without lube."
Already the tone of his voice was enough to make Die shudder clearly, and he automatically spread his legs even further as he leaned forward against the cool wall for support. A second ago he had been completely ready to nail his friend to the next century, and his brains still hadn't completely processed the turn of events. Yet, when Kaoru spoke in that low, sensual voice of his that should be forbidden for god's sake as it was so ridiculously sexy, it made Die's senses go into an overdrive at that very second. Hastily he nodded, swallowing hard to make his voice work at least remotely. "Y-yes. I can." He didn't elaborate on it further, but practically held his breath as he focused on the warm presence behind his, on each small movement of the other man's.
One of Kaoru's small hands was wrapped around his cock, taking him higher with a few strokes. Suddenly though, it was gone and Die could feel the older man move behind him. He heard Kaoru open the wrapping of the condom, cursing under his breath as it apparently refused to collaborate. Then suddenly, he felt able hands on his butt, parting his buttocks and at the next second, there was nothing but white bliss along with a sting of pain shooting through him.
Kaoru groaned, biting his bottom lip to stifle the sound. Still, it filled the tiled room, was echoing from the walls in a way that made both of them shudder clearly. Stars were dancing before the older guitarist's eyes and he distantly thought that the real deal surpassed his fantasies by far; that Die felt even better than he had imagined. His hand was back on Die's arousal, stroking him slowly as he began to rock his hips back and forth, making room for himself. It gave the other man time to adjust to the intrusion, prepared him for what would follow in a few seconds. Kaoru had skipped the prepping, but knew better than to just blindly nail the other man right away but instead set out to push both of them higher slowly.
When Die had felt the hard flesh invade his body so suddenly, almost harshly at first, he had been certain that it would just tear him open and that it was far too much to take. Of course it was just pure nonsense, that wouldn't really ever happen, but it didn't mean that there wouldn't have been laces of pain coursing from his lower body up his nerve tracks. Yet, there was something mixing to the feeling that made it all worth it. It was simply deliciously intense to be filled so intimately, to be claimed in those short, almost careful movements deeper and deeper with each passing second. He even arched his back, trying to push back against the smaller man to force him in even deeper. A grin ghosted over his lips when a thought crossed his mind, and for a second he fought for breath before speaking up in a low, clearly needy voice. "C'mon Kao," there was a challenging sparkle in his eyes as he turned his head a bit, looking straight at the other man. "You can do better than that, old man."
Kaoru answered the gaze with a grin of his. He was clearly breathless, tried hard to keep in control. The words caused the last string that held his self-control to snap though. Smirking, he tightened the hold on Die's hips, his fingers digging deep into the thin skin there. The next thrust was deep and hard, pushing the younger man forward. Both men cried out at the same moment but then quickly stifled the sound somehow. Kaoru had buried his face between his Die's shoulder blades, biting down on his shirt. "Better?" he asked after a moment and although his voice was breathless one could clearly hear the cocky undertone.
It was enough to make a small grin ghost across the younger guitarist's lips, and he even chuckled a little as the words sunk into his brains properly. Teasingly he nudged his hips backwards, as if urging the other man to go on with the harsher movements. "Yeah," he nodded, his voice breaking off in the end of the single word already. "Better. More." He didn't even have the time to say anything further before the smaller man simply slammed back into him with such ferocity that it made him practically howl. Desperately, Die was clawing on the cool surface of the wall before him, unable to find anything to hold on to as his brains just shut down, the blinding pleasure forcing everything else off his mind.
Kaoru was panting harshly, his eyes on half-mast as he didn't see much anyways. A few minutes ago, he had been incredibly needy, had watched porn and then hoped for a nice moment with his hand and a good fantasy to get off on but now he was there, screwing his fellow guitarist who had always been one of his forbidden desires. The quick movements were pushing both of them higher within seconds, and before Kaoru knew what was happening, he was teetering on the edge already. "C'mon," he squeezed out between harsh breaths, his thrusts growing erratic while he sped up the movement of his hand, allowing his thumb to slide across the wet tip of Die's arousal time and time again.
Already the feeling of the hot, heavy flesh claiming his body time and time again had been enough to make Die's head spin, but with the combined touches it was simply impossible to bear. Die was writhing and squirming on his place, pressing his forehead against the wall in hopes to calm himself down a bit, in vain. He could feel his shirt become damp where Kaoru was breathing hotly against it, and somehow the heat in the whole room seemed to have multiplied within seconds.
He had been living in need for such a long while now that his needy body didn't need to be told twice, and already what felt the next second he was sent flying. The climax crushed down on him with such force it made him scream, his muscles cramping on their own as he was no longer in control of himself. Still, distantly he felt the other man's small hand determinedly push him higher, and somehow that thought was enough to make him shudder again.
The clenching muscles and hearing the low, deep sound of pleasure that slipped Die's lips were enough to take Kaoru with him. All it took were one, two more thrusts and his body surrendered to the sensations within. He was almost collapsing against the taller man, his movements slowing down before he stopped completely. Stars were dancing before his closed eyes, shivers of pleasure making him tremble as he didn't seem to want to land back from such a high. Finally though, the smaller man straightened and pulled away from Die, getting rid of the condom instantly.
The next seconds neither of them said a single thing, both of them just focusing on the bliss that was still lingering inside of them. Slowly they got properly dressed again, pulling their clothes on and straightening them the best they could. A short, awkward moment of silence fell amongst them, but it only lasted until their eyes met and they both just had to laugh. Somehow this situation was so odd, so off the hook that they couldn't help but to see the humor in it. "So," Die smirked, tilting his head as he looked at the older guitarist. "Now that I know how good you are, you're obligated to help me cure the studio-horniness again sometime. It's an order."
That made Kaoru stop and he hitched one of his delicate eyebrows. "I don't see you in the position to give orders," he said with a strict tone but couldn't stop a grin from breaking free. "Well," he chuckled, "I might consider it."
"Oh but I am indeed in the position to give orders," Die snickered instantly, his eyes sparkling merrily as he gave one last look at the other man, while turning to leave the small room. "Unless you want the guys to hear every dirty little detail, that is."
For a second, Kaoru stared after him but then just grinned. Shaking his head, he smoothed down his clothes and then opened the door to follow his friend. His steps were bouncy and he was secretly hoping that the recordings would drag on for a couple of days still.