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rabenhorst) wrote2011-07-17 02:55 pm
rabenhorst) wrote2011-07-17 02:55 pm
[fic] Aiji/Kaoru – OC/Dir en grey - Of Rugs and Destroying Laptops - Oneshot
Title: Of Rugs and Destroying Laptops
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seinen_no and fonulyn
Rating: NC17 by all means
Pairing: Aiji/Kaoru
Disclaimer: We don't own Kaoru, no matter how much we would want to. Aiji, however, is the result of our very own, private, dirty mind's work.
Summary: When Aiji sees the new pictures on the official homepage, he knows he has to check upon his man and make sure his style doesn't go down the drain completely.
Comments: Aiji is an original character we created and who just happened to fall in lust and love with Kaoru. He owns a store for erotic toys, is tattooed, a bit taller than Kao, muscled but not like a bodybuilder (by no means). He used to go out with Die for some time, but those two didn't work out. However, they are still friends and Die supports the relationship between Aiji and Kaoru with his whole heart.
seinen_no: We wrote this some time ago and because my better half is gone till tomorrow, I was bored and stumbled across this piece of classic PWP. And, well, I thought it's good, so good that we shouldn't keep it from you.
Really, even though Aiji is an original character, give him a chance. He is awesome and both fonulyn and I adore him. He's just secure enough to take on our worcaholic of a bandleader. Besides *coughs* I love the fact that Aiji owns a sex-shop. That just makes him all the more naughtier x)
So, I think I'm trying to say that I hope you enjoy it and become a fan of Aiji as well.
fonulyn: And it’s basically my fault that it took ages to edit this but finally I got to it x) I’m not sure how many of you remember it, but I posted a fic earlier (a lot earlier) with this pairing, and it’s something like a guilty pleasure for us. You can imagine Kaoru wearing that horrible blue-grey-green-ish rug he had on in some year-old interview but if you imagine his current look it works equally well. Don’t get me wrong, I love the man, but I hate the style XD
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The end of the year was always the most stressful time for Aiji. Checking the stock in his, by now already two, shops, requiring catalogues and visiting conventions to see what will be hip and new in the upcoming year and all that jazz besides the typical family business that came with the holidays. His mother wouldn't let him off without visiting at least once and his brother wanted to show off his perfect small family of wife and a little baby-daughter. It wasn't that Aiji didn't enjoy these visits, but why did they have to take place so close to the end of the year when everybody was tense and things were more hectic than any other time? He didn't even have the time to see his boyfriend in a friggin' month.
Well, it wasn't that unusual even, seeing that his boyfriend was Kaoru, guitarist and leader of a very well known band, always on tour or in the studio or then giving interviews, but that didn't mean it didn't get annoying at one point. They were talking on the phone as often as possible or then exchanged emails but there was only so much one could take and even the level-headed and calm Aiji got frustrated over the situation.
Then, he saw the new pictures on the official homepage of Kaoru's band and that was was reason enough to let everything wait and rush to the studio to see him. Kaoru looked like a beggar, smelly and like he hadn't seen a bed within a week. That needed some serious looking into, Aiji decided, and so he handed the daily business over to his help Karina who just gave him a dirty grin and sent him off to finally see his man.
It wasn't that Aiji didn't consider Kaoru a friggin' handsome man still - scratch that, he considered him absolutely fuckable, no matter what - but he had at least thought that the guitarist had some sense of style in him. Even if not, couldn't he just look average and dress casually or something?
Aiji wasn't really sure what to think as he arrived at the studio, the sun already so far down in the horizon that he knew normal people were already home by then or at least heading there. When he pushed the glass door open with his shoulder, he nearly bumped to a tall man who was just trying to get his long limbs into his jacket properly.
"Aiji! I didn't notice you!" One happy, genuine smile later, Aiji instantly recognized who he had bumped straight into. "Oh, hey Die. Don't worry about it! Is Kaoru still in there?" he asked, nudging his head in the general direction of the studio.
The first answer was a snort and a theatrical eyeroll, and truthfully that would've been already answer enough. "Of course he is. Where else would he be? He made me go through that bridge part so fucking many times I thought my eyes would start bleeding. Or my fingers."
Aiji gave him a compassionate look and then a soft smile. "Well, then you better hurry home and try to get some rest, eh?" he asked, the smile stretching into a grin.
As Die already turned to reach for the door and keep it open to slip out, Aiji added casually. "Send Tosh greetings from me."
"Oh sure. The same greetings you’ll give Kaoru now, eh?" Die smirked. The two just laughed and waved at each other, going their separate ways.
The whole building indeed seemed quite abandoned as Aiji made his way to the elevators and to the correct floor, knowing exactly where to look for the other man. He hadn't been there that often, but often enough that the blueprint was etched into his mind. When he knew something would be useful, he remembered it.
His assumptions had been right, as the moment he swung the studio door open he spotted Kaoru, staring hypnotized at his laptop with a mop of unruly hair framing his face and falling in his eyes. For a second Aiji eyed the scene, before stepping fully into the room. "Enjoying your work that much?" He asked with a teasing drawl.
Kaoru didn't flinch but raised his gaze to meet his lover's. "Aiji..." The word was laced with happiness to see the other man, guilt that he hadn't called in the past two days and something that could be interpreted as hope.
Casually, Aiji shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and dropped it on a chair that was standing at a desk on his way before approaching the guitarist. "I thought I better check up on my man and make sure he gets enough sleep and a shower every once in a while," he teased, reaching for a strand of Kaoru's hair as if to examin it when he was in reach. "What is this, babe?" he asked, chuckling a bit. "Ran into a curling iron and then forgot to straighten it out again?" The grin was still there when his gaze roamed lower over Kaoru's pullover that resembled more one of his grandmother's carpets to the jeans that, well, did look like they were worn for several days already.
"W-what?" Kaoru stuttered a little as he glanced down on himself, before his familiar laughter rolled off his throat and filled the air with his low voice. "We had a photoshoot today. A second one for the album, you know. One set for the homepage and another for the album, but the same promo-outfits. I just forgot to change afterwards." Partly, it was true. Partly, it was an outrageous lie. Since it indeed was an outfit Kaoru had picked to do the album promotions in, but instead of having forgotten to change that day, he'd been wearing the same clothes for almost the whole week now.
Aiji chuckled, shaking his head. "So absorbed in your work?" he asked but could clearly see in the slight blush on Kaoru's cheeks that it wasn't true. For a long moment, Aiji just looked at the guitarist who was squirming under his gaze.
Nobody had that effect on Kaoru but Aiji. This man had come into his life, had turned it upside down and now he was his, head to toe, skin, heart and soul. It was insane but there was no denying the power Aiji had over him. "Man, I like the shirt alright? And what was that about showers? I don't smell!" As if to prove that, he raised his arm to sniff his own armpit but well, after a long day of photoshooting and work, he couldn't deny there was a bit of a smell there, but the usual and certainly not because he hadn't showered in the morning.
"If you shower, you should do it with hair and not without. When did you last even go get a haircut?" Aiji arched an eyebrow questioningly, and although the amused grin was still dancing on his lips there was something else, something undefined in his gaze. Instinctively he reached out and grabbed Kaoru's elbow, pulling the other man up until they were standing face to face, Kaoru trapped between him and the desk. "I know showering together is much more fun, but when I'm not there you can at least think of me." He pointed out teasingly, pressing closer, deliberately invading the other man's personal space by being flush against him. At least waist down for now.
First, Kaoru's eyes dropped but then he looked up at his lover, lids heavy. It indeed had been some time and his body was reacting to the invasion of his personal space quite forcefully. A small grin was tuggin his lips though before he pursed them into an almost cute pout. "So that's all why you came here? To tell me that my new look sucks and I don't even get a kiss from you before showering?" he asked, his voice the typical low drawl. He was sure there was nobody left in the studio as he had sent them all home, saying he would lock the door when he was done and so there was no big risk of getting caught with his lover in a compromising situation.
Not that it looked like Aiji was up for compromising at the moment. There was no telling what Aiji was up to, though, as the man could appear completely calm and casual up until the very last moment when he bent the other man over a kitchen counter to wish him a very good morning his own way.
Right now, the man was just grinning, his eyes sparkling as he looked straight back at the guitarist. "No. Actually I came here to drag you out for a shower, change and a haircut," he corrected. He had brought his hand up, his slightly rough fingertips brushing over Kaoru's jaw in a barely palpable touch. The next second he was cupping the other man's cheek, leaning in to crush their mouths together. There was certain urgency to it, the long time apart showing clearly, even though somewhere in the undercurrents there were definite hints of pure emotion mixed into it.
Kaoru felt like going limb in his arms, his knees turning to jelly as the kiss grew deeper, Aiji doing things with his tongue that sent small shocks of electricity through his whole body. Kaoru's arms had found their way around the other man's shoulders as this enabled him to press better against the hard body, smooth, tattooed skin over delicate muscles. Images of past get-togethers were flashing through Kaoru's mind, moments where he had been lifted up and pressed against a wall, Aiji never faltering for a second as he fucked him deep and rhythmically until Kaoru felt like his whole world was coming undone.
Clearly panting, they pulled apart, the guitarist's eyes deep and almost black with sheer lust shinging in them but there also was a smile on the wet, slightly reddened and swollen lips. "I don't know if I should be angry that you think I need a shower or turned on that you want to shower together with me," he admitted smirking. Aiji was the only man he has ever had and ever wanted and right now he was thinking of completely other things than to just have a shower together. He wanted to taste and feel the other man, his fingers already itching to reach for the button and zipper of Aiji's tight and forbiddenly low-slung jeans.
"Honestly? You should be friggin' happy that I am here to help you relax after a long and exhausting day," Aiji whispered lowly, leaning in to capture those invitingly glistening lips with his own only to tug on Kaoru's bottom lip with his teeth. "I missed you," he admitted right afterwards in what was a low, barely audible breath, as if the words only escaped him on their own instead of being thought through. It didn't mean they held any less truth to them, though, and that was proven when they kissed again, deep and passionate.
Kaoru mewled into the contact, clearly showing he would have wanted to say something, too. It wasn't always like this between them but after not hearing from each other in two days and not seeing in a month, even the tough leader of a band got a bit romantic and had to admit that he indeed missed waking up next to the man he loved. So it was only natural that he wanted to voice those feelings too. In the end though, he had to admit that the kiss spoke more than words.
Kaoru's hands had been wandering down Aiji's back, practically feeling the outlines of the ancient Japanese worrier that was hidden underneath the shirt on his back. Ink had always turned him on, but never quite like this, at least not on another man. In the end, his small hands had reached Aiji's firm butt, giving him a teasing squeeze, the grin that followed clearly palpable in the kiss.
That made Aiji laugh deep in his throat and it broke the kiss, making them pull apart from each other and exchange a knowing grin. "That eager?" Aiji teased, not even trying to hold back the low gasp that fell from him as his rear was squeezed a second time. Willingly he pressed himself closer, practically rubbing their crotches together. "I hope, for your sake, that we are alone here..." he drawled and they both knew it meant he wouldn't back off now and break the moment.
Especially when the words were underlined by the fact that he slid his fingers underneath that awful rug Kaoru called a shirt. "If I rip it, will you throw it away?" he asked, not even looking up as he eyed the pattern of the shirt.
That made Kaoru chuckle and he looked up to meet the other man's gaze. "If you buy me a new one," he teased grinning. "I warn you, it's a 250$ shirt." It was no lie but in the end, Kaoru didn't care if it was destroyed or not. Hell, he would go home naked with just his jacket wrapped around his hips as cover if it meant getting some good lovin' right now.
"I've got money," Aiji grinned, brushing his lips over his lover's throat, even beginning to nibble on his adam's apple. "I'm a shop owner, with an expanding business. We could get you something worth 250 dollars from the shop in exchange." The way he drawled the words showed that he wasn't exactly talking about a shirt in exchange, or then the shirt would be something from the exclusive latex collection from last year. He had been caressing Kaoru's sides but now he hooked his fingers in the cuff of his pants, even tugging a bit although of course they wouldn't budge while they were still zipped and buttoned.
Yet, they slid down a bit on those narrow hips, revealing the beginning of Kaoru's ass and serving to fan the guitarist's fantasies. "You were thinking about latex now, weren't you?" he smirked. There already was one shirt like that in his collection and Kaoru had worn it a couple of times already. All in private of course, but seeing how hot it had made his lover had made him think if he should once wear it in purblic too, maybe out to a club, just to tease Aiji beyond the bearable. When Aiji didn't go any further, Kaoru just lifted his arms invitingly. "C'mon, you know you want to get rid of the shirt..."
"I do. I want to burn it to ashes and never see it again," Aiji laughed and instantly took the hint as he grasped the hem of the shirt and tugged it upwards. It was so loose that it was almost ridiculously easy to slide it off the guitarist's slim form, over his head and to the floor. Now that Aiji could run his fingers down a completely exposed torso, there was something definitely pleased in his eyes. "This, on the other hand, I want to see again plenty of times," he purred - yes, actually purred as wrong as the word sounded when attached to him - and even licked his lips slowly, while tracing the patterns of the tattoos.
Gooseflesh rose on Kaoru's arms and his neck, small shudders running down his spine. The way how Aiji looked at him made it clear what he wanted and that turned the guitarist on to no end. If somebody now walked in on them there was no way to explain what they were doing but the only one who was there still was the concierge at the desk on the ground floor and maybe the cleaning personel who would retreat shocked in case they witnessed something they shouldn't. Kaoru's hands were now slowly running along the cuff of Aiji's jeans from his butt to the front.
That made the shop owner groan contently and he let the gentleness be for the time being, knowing that there was a time and place for everything. Instead he raked his blunt fingernails down Kaoru's sides, and they both were aware of just how much that was appreciated. It would've been clear to anyone, though, judging by the shameless moan that spilled from Kaoru's lips as a response. Aiji didn't hesitate as he brought his hands down finally, tugging the button of the other man's pants open easily.
Kaoru practically held his breath, looking down to watch his lover's hand reach into his pants and free his bare need. How could he have become so hard within such a short time already? He must have missed Aiji more than his conscious mind had made him see. Too much stress, the short tour, the new album, interviews, travelling almost each day only to drop at the studio again in the evenings. How could he have forgotten that someone was waiting for him, somebody who knew how to drain the tension from him like nobody else?
Kaoru could still feel the red streaks his lover's nails had left behind and when Aiji gently touched him there again, ignoring his cock completely for the time being, he groaned again. Suddenly, Kaoru had to grin again though, remembering his lover was surrounded by sex every day due to his job. Still, that was different of course but hey, Aiji got more than he at least.
"Watched some new naughty movies again?" Kaoru's voice was more breathless than he had wanted and since he knew what the other man wanted from him, he finally set out to get rid of Aiji's jeans as well. Already feeling the thick cock in his hand made Kaoru shudder and he wanted to go down on his knees, ready to take it into his throat tip to balls. He was still trapped between the desk and the other man though, leaving all control to Aiji.
"We got a new shipment last week," Aiji admitted with a small grin, looking at the other man from eyes black with lust. Although the words were casual, one could hear in his voice just how much the whole moment turned him on, how much he enjoyed having Kaoru in front of him like this. Gently he treaded his fingers through the guitarist's thick, way too curly hair, tugging on the strands a little. "C'mon Kaoru. Suck me. I know you want to." It was nearly a command, something stern in the man's voice, although that certainly wasn't all of it.
One could clearly hear the need in the tone of his voice too and while Kaoru usually would have resisted, even if only playfully, he now couldn't control the desire to taste his lover anymore. Almost too quickly, he sunk to the floor and first sucked on the thick head until it slipped into his mouth and then used his tongue to lick and massage the loose skin in all the ways he knew would drive Aiji nuts. The musky smell, the taste of the salty skin on his tongue, everything turned him on until his head was spinning and the rest of the world practically vanished from his recognition.
He wasn't the only one since already the first moment of feeling the wet heat around him made Aiji's mind stop turning and he spaced out completely for a good while. He groaned deep in his throat as Kaoru moved his head down, taking more of him into his mouth. "G-good grief, Kaoru!" he burst out, as the whole moment affected him more than he had even expected. "Yes. I watched the new porn movies," he went on a bit belatedly, "but absolutely no-fucking-one in them looked as good with a dick in their mouth as you do." It might not have sounded like the biggest compliment on earth to everyone, but it was meant as one, definitely.
And it was not only accepted but also appreciated, shown in the low hum that Kaoru created somewhere in the back of his throat while sucking on the thick flesh. Already the way it stretched his jaw made him think of other stretches though and the thought created feelings that went straight to his groin, making his skin tingle. His heart was racing, his lungs burning in the lack of air but he only stopped when he noticed that his lover would lose it. Then, he slowed down, just licking the outside almost lazily, tracing the large vein on the underside while looking up at Aiji from glossy, a bit teary eyes.
"Oh man, Kaoru, you're going to pay for that look," Aiji groaned out loud as goddamnit, it went straight through him and he wanted to grip Kaoru's hair and yank him closer, fuck his mouth like the world was ending. He resisted the temptation, though, knowing that he wouldn't last long in the state he was in and he wanted to get further than this, for both of them. The intense way Kaoru gazed at him was ranked pretty damn high on his list of turn ons. "Get up, babe."
Kaoru knew very well the effect certain things had on his lover, had learned a trick or two during the past one and a half years of being with Aiji. Muteness was one thing. He knew that it came off defiant and cocky at the same time and so he didn't say a single word as he got up. Due to the limited space and because he wanted it, Kaoru made a big show out of that though, practically rubbing along his lover's body all the way until they were on eye-level with each other. Only then, Kaoru grinned and grabbed Aiji's shirt. "I think you should be naked too." Of course he just wanted to kiss, touch and see the tattooed skin that was hidden underneath there, turned on already just thinking of it.
"Are you sure I don't just want to bend you over your laptop right now," Aiji grinned, his fingers still in the back of the other man's head and tangled in his long hair, and he used the grip he had of him to tug him closer. They didn't kiss, not although their lips were nearly touching now. "And fuck you until you come all over the keyboard," Aiji went on, his voice such a low drawl that it could've sounded almost threatening. He knew how much Kaoru enjoyed the sight of his tattoos but he also knew that if he'd be behind the other man he wouldn't see that, and somehow when one of them was clothed still it felt almost... forbidden. Though he was an easygoing man, and they both knew he'd get rid of his clothes in a second if Kaoru insisted on it.
The words made the guitarist shudder clearly and he pressed himself closer, grinding against Aiji and sliding their cocks along each other. "Oh, but then you would have to explain to the others why I can't use my laptop anymore," he grinned. Just the thought of that made him go nuts inwardly. Oh how he wanted this and everything else the other man was willing to do with and to him. He still remembered the moment when he had told Die that he had had an affair with his ex, with Aiji and that it had happened at the housewarming party of Die's and Toshiya's new apartment. Back then, Kaoru had been way more shy and insecure about this although he had jumped right in, feet first and no questions asked.
It could've been weird, seeing that basically Kaoru hadn't been interested in men before that, and then he went and jumped into bed with an ex-boyfriend of his best friend. Die had been only enthusiastic about it, though, urging the two on as he apparently felt the need to make everyone around him happy, now that he had gotten the love of his life for himself. Besides, everyone close to them could see how well Aiji and Kaoru did fit eventually, even despite the odd circumstances of the beginning.
Right now, their history wasn't exactly what kept Aiji occupied, as he was rather more interested in that smirking mouth just inches away from his own, and the set of sparkling eyes looking at him challengingly. "Me? Oh no. It would be you who does the explaining," he smirked and without a word more he crushed their lips together in a short but deep kiss.
Kaoru groaned and when Aiji yanked him closer by the grip of his hair, he mewled into the kiss. This was taking longer already than he had expected and he thought, if Aiji wouldn't take it further soon and walk the talk, he could come just from one of those kisses that made his head spin and his knees go weak, but in turn made him all hard in other places.
Impatiently, Kaoru kicked his legs, trying to get rid of the jeans despite still wearing his heavy boots. Damn, why didn't he just wear sneakers he could have toed off easily? With a bit of effort, he manged to get rid of the boots though until he was completely naked before the other man. "I have to explain?" he practically only breathed out when Aiji suddenly pulled back and broke the kiss. "Okay. I tell them my man fucked me so had and deep that I couldn't help but to shoot my load around in the whole studio and accidentally hit my lappie."
"Good boy," Aiji smirked instantly. He didn't say anything further, though, not a single word. Instead he grabbed the guitarist's hips and quickly turned him around, doing exactly what he had threatened to do as he bent him over the table and dangerously close to the laptop. Easily, he kicked Kaoru's legs further apart, his hands finding their way to the perfect round of his ass. He still didn't say anything, but there was a long, low purr escaping his throat as he kneaded the flesh in his palms, pressing his thumbs between the buttocks to rim Kaoru's entrance.
"Oh fuck!" Kaoru's whole body first tensed and then went practically boneless as his lover's fingers teased him in all the right places. His palms were sliding across the table's surface, searching for something to hold onto as wave after wave of heat was running through him. "D-did they do that in one of your naughty movies too?" he asked and it was clear that he was only teasing. After all, he had been watching more than one porn-movie together with his lover and he knew that Aiji had to test-watch the latest releases too, not only the gay ones. The shop-owner took his business serious and wanted to give his customers the best possible recommendations.
Right now, he would've only recommended Kaoru to anyone listening to him, since goddamnit this was way too good to be true. He didn't drag it on for much longer though, instead pulled back and pushed the tip of his thumb inside of the other man. "They did. And they did this, too," he added, while slowly moving his hand until his thumb was buried inside of Kaoru to the hilt. At least a bit of stretching, he tried to tell himself.
A deep, gravelly groan forced its way out of Kaoru's throat and he closed his eyes for a moment, only focusing on the stretch, the feeling of his lover's warm hands on his back, how he held him in the position he wanted a bit too easily. "Oh yeah just don't stop and keep doing whatever they did," he muttered, not fully aware of what he said as he was already at the verge to ask Aiji to just stop it for cryin' out loud and finally fuck him like he had promised.
That was going to come sooner than he expected, but there was still enough sense left in Aiji's mind not to just fuck the other man senseless and hurt him in the process. Still, he didn't drag this on any further than needed, and despite that managed to get Kaoru squirming and panting in front of him just with the help of his fingers. Finally he pulled back, instead pressing himself flush against the other man's back. "C'mon. Tell me you want it."
"Bastard!" Kaoru was writhing there on the desk, trying to push back and at the same time needing a touch. He couldn't move his hands though as they were effectively held together above his head by the other man. "Just fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it. Show me that you missed me instead of just saying it."
Aiji didn't say a single word, but the smirk on his lips was worth a lot as he leaned in, hovering above the other man's bent form for a couple of heartbeats. Then, without forewarning, he slowly moved his hips and invaded that willing body right before his. The first thrust was slow, almost tentative, but it was instantly followed by another one that was far from that, multiplied in intensity and force.
Pain mixing with intense pleasure flashed through Kaoru's body and his mind, making him howl. Immediately, he bit his bottom lip, trying to stay quiet and not to gain the attention of whoever might have still been there, if not the one of people on the other floors. Small whimpers were leaving him still though whenever Aiji thrust inside him all the way, stretching him, filling him, brushing across his good spot each and every time. Kaoru could feel his legs tremble, knowing he would have lost balance already without the table backing him up. He was panting, his chest heaving, moving his entire body with those deep gasps for breath. He was rock hard without a single damn touch on himself and he could feel his balls draw up close to his body, proving that this wouldn't be a long one at least for him.
Apparently neither for the other man, though, as Aiji was panting right in his ear, his hot breath hitting soft skin time and time again along with ragged gasps of air. Before long he even sneaked one arm around the guitarist's form, teasingly running his fingertips along his arousal in a touch barely palpable. He hadn't spoken in longer and thus his voice was husky and gravelly as he spoke up, the words groaned out right next to Kaoru's ear. "Come with me, Kaoru. Come for me."
That was probably one of the sexiest things Kaoru had ever heard, his lover's voice so deep and clearly filled with need, pleasure, desire. It set him off, was like Aiji had pressed a switch inside him and something snapped. The orgasm was like a flood of heat and pleasure, shaking his body, rocking his foundation. There was no way to resist that and all he could do was to succumb and let it take over as he came with a small outcry that the guitarist barely managed to stifle.
It was too much for Aiji to take, the clenching muscles around him bringing way too much friction and he simply couldn't hold back. His movements grew a bit more erratic and it took only a few thrusts before he was coming hard deep inside of his lover. He still didn't stop moving for a good while, though, only stilling when he knew it would be too much for them both. He sneaked his arms around the other man instead, hugging him tight from behind. "You know," he chuckled breathlessly, "you actually missed the lappie."
Kaoru laughed breathlessly, nodding a couple of times. Ever since they had decided to leave away condoms, he had become practically addicted to feeling his lover's hot release inside him as it was like a million tiny orgasms hitting him when Aiji came. It was intimate and special, making him feel real on a level he could explain neither with rationality nor with mere words. "You evil thing just wanted me to scrub the carpet," he breathed out, chuckling a bit as he tilted his head to look at his lover from deep eyes.
"Maybe I have a thing for you on your knees," Aiji suggested as he crossed the distance between them, connecting their lips in a breathless kiss. It didn't last long but they tried their best, not wanting it to stop. Once it did, Aiji went on instantly with a chuckle. "I would've preferred if you'd hit your hideous shirt..."
"Oh man," Kaoru rolled his eyes but then had to laugh. "If you want to ruin it, why don't you get on your knees then and rub away my come from the floor with it, eh?" His eyes were sparkling though and he couldn't deny the love he felt for the other man as it was right there, visible in de depth of those eyes.
"Maybe I will," Aiji purred lowly, teasingly nibbling on the other man's lips with his own. Afterwards he simply pressed his face into Kaoru's neck, inhaling his scent deeply. He hadn't even realized he had missed the other man this much. "You still wanna stay at work?" he asked slowly.
"Work?" Kaoru raised his eyebrows quizzically and then had to laugh as he only then realized where they were. "No." He shook his head firmly. "You don't think I will let you run out on me now only to leave me alone for another month, eh?" He straightened a bit and in the process pressed his ass better against his lover's crotch.
"I was hoping we'd go back to my place," Aiji went on with a grin that was clearly audible in his voice. "As I said... we got a new shipment of stuff last week..."
That sounded very promising if one asked the guitarist and still he couldn't deny himself from teasing. "So you want to hogtie me again and show me the qualities of all the new vibes and dildos you got?" he drawled, knowing that at least the hog-tie-part would give his lover some nice images.
"Mmmh," the other man purred contently, obviously enjoying the thought already. He was slowly stroking Kaoru's stomach, drawing random patterns with his fingertips. "I do. I will make you come so many times tonight that you will forget your own name."
Kaoru knew that that wasn't an empty promise and it made him sigh deeply. Slowly, he reached behind himeself, grabbing Aiji's hair in the back of his neck to pull him into a slow kiss. Aiji used that to break the connection beween their bodies and Kaoru could feel his release sizzle out of him, run down his thighs slowly.
Once the kiss broke they both grinned at each other, their eyes meeting. "But you know what we will do first?" Aiji asked after a short silent pause. Kaoru only frowned at him so he went on helpfully. "We will take a shower!"
That earned him a playful slap on his head and Kaoru rolled his eyes. "Here, still not smelling all too dirty!" In mock-protest, he raised his arm for his lover to sniff but then couldn't hold back a few merry chuckles.
"Oh no, no," Aiji laughed and instantly reached out to ruffle Kaoru's hair, even twining a few strands around his fingers. "But you urgently need a new hairdo and a shave."
"Does that mean you wanna cut my hair and shave me?" the slightly smaller man asked with a dirty grin. He knew Aiji had no problems with him growing a bush between the legs but he also knew that the other man had a slight kink to trim him and shave his balls sometimes.
"I was more thinking of the facial part but now that you say it, it doesn't sound too bad," Aiji smirked, finally detaching from the other man only to dig his shirt from the floor to hand it to him. "You are allowed to wear this horrendous rug on the way home not to freeze, though."
"Oh, how generous of you, your grace." Kaoru performed a small bow and instantly slipped into the shirt. "And I thought it shows off my form pretty well," he muttered as he pulled it down.
"Your form?" Aiji looked more than a bit disbelieving. "What the hell are you talking about? It's like a carpet for christ's sake!"
"But it's tight here, don't you see?" Kaoru pointed at his middle section but then just laughed and reached for something on the table. It was a pack of paper-tissues which he now threw at his lover. "If you think of getting some more tonight, you'd better shut up now and clean the floor," he suggested but one could see that he wasn't all too serious.
"You just want me down on my knees," Aiji smirked but he actually took the papers and bent down, cleaning up the stains from the carpet before throwing the papers in the garbage. He only had to tug up his pants and close them, to be presentable and ready to go.
But while he had been on his knees, Kaoru indeed had enjoyed the sight. "Yeah babe, just that," he purred but then Aiji was standing and ready dressed again and the moment was over. Kaoru had been collecting his clothes too now and was just zipping up his jeans. Before the other man could turn away towards the door though, he grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into a kiss. "I missed you," Kaoru whispered afterwards, the words just needing their way out.
That instantly made Aiji smile and he wrapped his arms around the other man, pulling him in for a tight hug and a kiss. It was obvious that they really had missed each other, although still a year and a half ago neither of them would've even thought they'd ever make it together. Once they parted Aiji brushed his fingers over the other man's slightly stubbly cheek. "Let me take you home, okay?" He asked softly.
Slowly, Kaoru nodded. Aiji made him feel well cared for, the love that was radiating from the other man so real, hitting him like a brick-wall right in the heart. "Are you here with your car?" he asked and he was sure Aiji could hear that he just didn't want to drive anymore that day.
"Yeah. I didn't want to risk a long walk or an expensive cabride," Aiji winked, stealing another kiss from the other man. He could very well see the dark circles under Kaoru's eyes, could see how he was tired and probably sleep deprived to the maximum.
Yet, the guitarist looked already much better than in the beginning, the sparkle back in his eyes and the smile on his lips. After shutting down everyting and swtiching off the light, they left the studio together but not touching. After all, Kaoru wasn't out and there were other companies in the house too, other music studios and branches of the racord lable so that he didn't dare to be outed by anybody.
Neither of them really minded it as they knew they were going home together and that the second the doors closed behind them they could be all over each other again.
Author:
seinen_no and fonulynRating: NC17 by all means
Pairing: Aiji/Kaoru
Disclaimer: We don't own Kaoru, no matter how much we would want to. Aiji, however, is the result of our very own, private, dirty mind's work.
Summary: When Aiji sees the new pictures on the official homepage, he knows he has to check upon his man and make sure his style doesn't go down the drain completely.
Comments: Aiji is an original character we created and who just happened to fall in lust and love with Kaoru. He owns a store for erotic toys, is tattooed, a bit taller than Kao, muscled but not like a bodybuilder (by no means). He used to go out with Die for some time, but those two didn't work out. However, they are still friends and Die supports the relationship between Aiji and Kaoru with his whole heart.
seinen_no: We wrote this some time ago and because my better half is gone till tomorrow, I was bored and stumbled across this piece of classic PWP. And, well, I thought it's good, so good that we shouldn't keep it from you. Really, even though Aiji is an original character, give him a chance. He is awesome and both fonulyn and I adore him. He's just secure enough to take on our worcaholic of a bandleader. Besides *coughs* I love the fact that Aiji owns a sex-shop. That just makes him all the more naughtier x)
So, I think I'm trying to say that I hope you enjoy it and become a fan of Aiji as well.
fonulyn: And it’s basically my fault that it took ages to edit this but finally I got to it x) I’m not sure how many of you remember it, but I posted a fic earlier (a lot earlier) with this pairing, and it’s something like a guilty pleasure for us. You can imagine Kaoru wearing that horrible blue-grey-green-ish rug he had on in some year-old interview but if you imagine his current look it works equally well. Don’t get me wrong, I love the man, but I hate the style XDAnd feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
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The end of the year was always the most stressful time for Aiji. Checking the stock in his, by now already two, shops, requiring catalogues and visiting conventions to see what will be hip and new in the upcoming year and all that jazz besides the typical family business that came with the holidays. His mother wouldn't let him off without visiting at least once and his brother wanted to show off his perfect small family of wife and a little baby-daughter. It wasn't that Aiji didn't enjoy these visits, but why did they have to take place so close to the end of the year when everybody was tense and things were more hectic than any other time? He didn't even have the time to see his boyfriend in a friggin' month.
Well, it wasn't that unusual even, seeing that his boyfriend was Kaoru, guitarist and leader of a very well known band, always on tour or in the studio or then giving interviews, but that didn't mean it didn't get annoying at one point. They were talking on the phone as often as possible or then exchanged emails but there was only so much one could take and even the level-headed and calm Aiji got frustrated over the situation.
Then, he saw the new pictures on the official homepage of Kaoru's band and that was was reason enough to let everything wait and rush to the studio to see him. Kaoru looked like a beggar, smelly and like he hadn't seen a bed within a week. That needed some serious looking into, Aiji decided, and so he handed the daily business over to his help Karina who just gave him a dirty grin and sent him off to finally see his man.
It wasn't that Aiji didn't consider Kaoru a friggin' handsome man still - scratch that, he considered him absolutely fuckable, no matter what - but he had at least thought that the guitarist had some sense of style in him. Even if not, couldn't he just look average and dress casually or something?
Aiji wasn't really sure what to think as he arrived at the studio, the sun already so far down in the horizon that he knew normal people were already home by then or at least heading there. When he pushed the glass door open with his shoulder, he nearly bumped to a tall man who was just trying to get his long limbs into his jacket properly.
"Aiji! I didn't notice you!" One happy, genuine smile later, Aiji instantly recognized who he had bumped straight into. "Oh, hey Die. Don't worry about it! Is Kaoru still in there?" he asked, nudging his head in the general direction of the studio.
The first answer was a snort and a theatrical eyeroll, and truthfully that would've been already answer enough. "Of course he is. Where else would he be? He made me go through that bridge part so fucking many times I thought my eyes would start bleeding. Or my fingers."
Aiji gave him a compassionate look and then a soft smile. "Well, then you better hurry home and try to get some rest, eh?" he asked, the smile stretching into a grin.
As Die already turned to reach for the door and keep it open to slip out, Aiji added casually. "Send Tosh greetings from me."
"Oh sure. The same greetings you’ll give Kaoru now, eh?" Die smirked. The two just laughed and waved at each other, going their separate ways.
The whole building indeed seemed quite abandoned as Aiji made his way to the elevators and to the correct floor, knowing exactly where to look for the other man. He hadn't been there that often, but often enough that the blueprint was etched into his mind. When he knew something would be useful, he remembered it.
His assumptions had been right, as the moment he swung the studio door open he spotted Kaoru, staring hypnotized at his laptop with a mop of unruly hair framing his face and falling in his eyes. For a second Aiji eyed the scene, before stepping fully into the room. "Enjoying your work that much?" He asked with a teasing drawl.
Kaoru didn't flinch but raised his gaze to meet his lover's. "Aiji..." The word was laced with happiness to see the other man, guilt that he hadn't called in the past two days and something that could be interpreted as hope.
Casually, Aiji shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and dropped it on a chair that was standing at a desk on his way before approaching the guitarist. "I thought I better check up on my man and make sure he gets enough sleep and a shower every once in a while," he teased, reaching for a strand of Kaoru's hair as if to examin it when he was in reach. "What is this, babe?" he asked, chuckling a bit. "Ran into a curling iron and then forgot to straighten it out again?" The grin was still there when his gaze roamed lower over Kaoru's pullover that resembled more one of his grandmother's carpets to the jeans that, well, did look like they were worn for several days already.
"W-what?" Kaoru stuttered a little as he glanced down on himself, before his familiar laughter rolled off his throat and filled the air with his low voice. "We had a photoshoot today. A second one for the album, you know. One set for the homepage and another for the album, but the same promo-outfits. I just forgot to change afterwards." Partly, it was true. Partly, it was an outrageous lie. Since it indeed was an outfit Kaoru had picked to do the album promotions in, but instead of having forgotten to change that day, he'd been wearing the same clothes for almost the whole week now.
Aiji chuckled, shaking his head. "So absorbed in your work?" he asked but could clearly see in the slight blush on Kaoru's cheeks that it wasn't true. For a long moment, Aiji just looked at the guitarist who was squirming under his gaze.
Nobody had that effect on Kaoru but Aiji. This man had come into his life, had turned it upside down and now he was his, head to toe, skin, heart and soul. It was insane but there was no denying the power Aiji had over him. "Man, I like the shirt alright? And what was that about showers? I don't smell!" As if to prove that, he raised his arm to sniff his own armpit but well, after a long day of photoshooting and work, he couldn't deny there was a bit of a smell there, but the usual and certainly not because he hadn't showered in the morning.
"If you shower, you should do it with hair and not without. When did you last even go get a haircut?" Aiji arched an eyebrow questioningly, and although the amused grin was still dancing on his lips there was something else, something undefined in his gaze. Instinctively he reached out and grabbed Kaoru's elbow, pulling the other man up until they were standing face to face, Kaoru trapped between him and the desk. "I know showering together is much more fun, but when I'm not there you can at least think of me." He pointed out teasingly, pressing closer, deliberately invading the other man's personal space by being flush against him. At least waist down for now.
First, Kaoru's eyes dropped but then he looked up at his lover, lids heavy. It indeed had been some time and his body was reacting to the invasion of his personal space quite forcefully. A small grin was tuggin his lips though before he pursed them into an almost cute pout. "So that's all why you came here? To tell me that my new look sucks and I don't even get a kiss from you before showering?" he asked, his voice the typical low drawl. He was sure there was nobody left in the studio as he had sent them all home, saying he would lock the door when he was done and so there was no big risk of getting caught with his lover in a compromising situation.
Not that it looked like Aiji was up for compromising at the moment. There was no telling what Aiji was up to, though, as the man could appear completely calm and casual up until the very last moment when he bent the other man over a kitchen counter to wish him a very good morning his own way.
Right now, the man was just grinning, his eyes sparkling as he looked straight back at the guitarist. "No. Actually I came here to drag you out for a shower, change and a haircut," he corrected. He had brought his hand up, his slightly rough fingertips brushing over Kaoru's jaw in a barely palpable touch. The next second he was cupping the other man's cheek, leaning in to crush their mouths together. There was certain urgency to it, the long time apart showing clearly, even though somewhere in the undercurrents there were definite hints of pure emotion mixed into it.
Kaoru felt like going limb in his arms, his knees turning to jelly as the kiss grew deeper, Aiji doing things with his tongue that sent small shocks of electricity through his whole body. Kaoru's arms had found their way around the other man's shoulders as this enabled him to press better against the hard body, smooth, tattooed skin over delicate muscles. Images of past get-togethers were flashing through Kaoru's mind, moments where he had been lifted up and pressed against a wall, Aiji never faltering for a second as he fucked him deep and rhythmically until Kaoru felt like his whole world was coming undone.
Clearly panting, they pulled apart, the guitarist's eyes deep and almost black with sheer lust shinging in them but there also was a smile on the wet, slightly reddened and swollen lips. "I don't know if I should be angry that you think I need a shower or turned on that you want to shower together with me," he admitted smirking. Aiji was the only man he has ever had and ever wanted and right now he was thinking of completely other things than to just have a shower together. He wanted to taste and feel the other man, his fingers already itching to reach for the button and zipper of Aiji's tight and forbiddenly low-slung jeans.
"Honestly? You should be friggin' happy that I am here to help you relax after a long and exhausting day," Aiji whispered lowly, leaning in to capture those invitingly glistening lips with his own only to tug on Kaoru's bottom lip with his teeth. "I missed you," he admitted right afterwards in what was a low, barely audible breath, as if the words only escaped him on their own instead of being thought through. It didn't mean they held any less truth to them, though, and that was proven when they kissed again, deep and passionate.
Kaoru mewled into the contact, clearly showing he would have wanted to say something, too. It wasn't always like this between them but after not hearing from each other in two days and not seeing in a month, even the tough leader of a band got a bit romantic and had to admit that he indeed missed waking up next to the man he loved. So it was only natural that he wanted to voice those feelings too. In the end though, he had to admit that the kiss spoke more than words.
Kaoru's hands had been wandering down Aiji's back, practically feeling the outlines of the ancient Japanese worrier that was hidden underneath the shirt on his back. Ink had always turned him on, but never quite like this, at least not on another man. In the end, his small hands had reached Aiji's firm butt, giving him a teasing squeeze, the grin that followed clearly palpable in the kiss.
That made Aiji laugh deep in his throat and it broke the kiss, making them pull apart from each other and exchange a knowing grin. "That eager?" Aiji teased, not even trying to hold back the low gasp that fell from him as his rear was squeezed a second time. Willingly he pressed himself closer, practically rubbing their crotches together. "I hope, for your sake, that we are alone here..." he drawled and they both knew it meant he wouldn't back off now and break the moment.
Especially when the words were underlined by the fact that he slid his fingers underneath that awful rug Kaoru called a shirt. "If I rip it, will you throw it away?" he asked, not even looking up as he eyed the pattern of the shirt.
That made Kaoru chuckle and he looked up to meet the other man's gaze. "If you buy me a new one," he teased grinning. "I warn you, it's a 250$ shirt." It was no lie but in the end, Kaoru didn't care if it was destroyed or not. Hell, he would go home naked with just his jacket wrapped around his hips as cover if it meant getting some good lovin' right now.
"I've got money," Aiji grinned, brushing his lips over his lover's throat, even beginning to nibble on his adam's apple. "I'm a shop owner, with an expanding business. We could get you something worth 250 dollars from the shop in exchange." The way he drawled the words showed that he wasn't exactly talking about a shirt in exchange, or then the shirt would be something from the exclusive latex collection from last year. He had been caressing Kaoru's sides but now he hooked his fingers in the cuff of his pants, even tugging a bit although of course they wouldn't budge while they were still zipped and buttoned.
Yet, they slid down a bit on those narrow hips, revealing the beginning of Kaoru's ass and serving to fan the guitarist's fantasies. "You were thinking about latex now, weren't you?" he smirked. There already was one shirt like that in his collection and Kaoru had worn it a couple of times already. All in private of course, but seeing how hot it had made his lover had made him think if he should once wear it in purblic too, maybe out to a club, just to tease Aiji beyond the bearable. When Aiji didn't go any further, Kaoru just lifted his arms invitingly. "C'mon, you know you want to get rid of the shirt..."
"I do. I want to burn it to ashes and never see it again," Aiji laughed and instantly took the hint as he grasped the hem of the shirt and tugged it upwards. It was so loose that it was almost ridiculously easy to slide it off the guitarist's slim form, over his head and to the floor. Now that Aiji could run his fingers down a completely exposed torso, there was something definitely pleased in his eyes. "This, on the other hand, I want to see again plenty of times," he purred - yes, actually purred as wrong as the word sounded when attached to him - and even licked his lips slowly, while tracing the patterns of the tattoos.
Gooseflesh rose on Kaoru's arms and his neck, small shudders running down his spine. The way how Aiji looked at him made it clear what he wanted and that turned the guitarist on to no end. If somebody now walked in on them there was no way to explain what they were doing but the only one who was there still was the concierge at the desk on the ground floor and maybe the cleaning personel who would retreat shocked in case they witnessed something they shouldn't. Kaoru's hands were now slowly running along the cuff of Aiji's jeans from his butt to the front.
That made the shop owner groan contently and he let the gentleness be for the time being, knowing that there was a time and place for everything. Instead he raked his blunt fingernails down Kaoru's sides, and they both were aware of just how much that was appreciated. It would've been clear to anyone, though, judging by the shameless moan that spilled from Kaoru's lips as a response. Aiji didn't hesitate as he brought his hands down finally, tugging the button of the other man's pants open easily.
Kaoru practically held his breath, looking down to watch his lover's hand reach into his pants and free his bare need. How could he have become so hard within such a short time already? He must have missed Aiji more than his conscious mind had made him see. Too much stress, the short tour, the new album, interviews, travelling almost each day only to drop at the studio again in the evenings. How could he have forgotten that someone was waiting for him, somebody who knew how to drain the tension from him like nobody else?
Kaoru could still feel the red streaks his lover's nails had left behind and when Aiji gently touched him there again, ignoring his cock completely for the time being, he groaned again. Suddenly, Kaoru had to grin again though, remembering his lover was surrounded by sex every day due to his job. Still, that was different of course but hey, Aiji got more than he at least.
"Watched some new naughty movies again?" Kaoru's voice was more breathless than he had wanted and since he knew what the other man wanted from him, he finally set out to get rid of Aiji's jeans as well. Already feeling the thick cock in his hand made Kaoru shudder and he wanted to go down on his knees, ready to take it into his throat tip to balls. He was still trapped between the desk and the other man though, leaving all control to Aiji.
"We got a new shipment last week," Aiji admitted with a small grin, looking at the other man from eyes black with lust. Although the words were casual, one could hear in his voice just how much the whole moment turned him on, how much he enjoyed having Kaoru in front of him like this. Gently he treaded his fingers through the guitarist's thick, way too curly hair, tugging on the strands a little. "C'mon Kaoru. Suck me. I know you want to." It was nearly a command, something stern in the man's voice, although that certainly wasn't all of it.
One could clearly hear the need in the tone of his voice too and while Kaoru usually would have resisted, even if only playfully, he now couldn't control the desire to taste his lover anymore. Almost too quickly, he sunk to the floor and first sucked on the thick head until it slipped into his mouth and then used his tongue to lick and massage the loose skin in all the ways he knew would drive Aiji nuts. The musky smell, the taste of the salty skin on his tongue, everything turned him on until his head was spinning and the rest of the world practically vanished from his recognition.
He wasn't the only one since already the first moment of feeling the wet heat around him made Aiji's mind stop turning and he spaced out completely for a good while. He groaned deep in his throat as Kaoru moved his head down, taking more of him into his mouth. "G-good grief, Kaoru!" he burst out, as the whole moment affected him more than he had even expected. "Yes. I watched the new porn movies," he went on a bit belatedly, "but absolutely no-fucking-one in them looked as good with a dick in their mouth as you do." It might not have sounded like the biggest compliment on earth to everyone, but it was meant as one, definitely.
And it was not only accepted but also appreciated, shown in the low hum that Kaoru created somewhere in the back of his throat while sucking on the thick flesh. Already the way it stretched his jaw made him think of other stretches though and the thought created feelings that went straight to his groin, making his skin tingle. His heart was racing, his lungs burning in the lack of air but he only stopped when he noticed that his lover would lose it. Then, he slowed down, just licking the outside almost lazily, tracing the large vein on the underside while looking up at Aiji from glossy, a bit teary eyes.
"Oh man, Kaoru, you're going to pay for that look," Aiji groaned out loud as goddamnit, it went straight through him and he wanted to grip Kaoru's hair and yank him closer, fuck his mouth like the world was ending. He resisted the temptation, though, knowing that he wouldn't last long in the state he was in and he wanted to get further than this, for both of them. The intense way Kaoru gazed at him was ranked pretty damn high on his list of turn ons. "Get up, babe."
Kaoru knew very well the effect certain things had on his lover, had learned a trick or two during the past one and a half years of being with Aiji. Muteness was one thing. He knew that it came off defiant and cocky at the same time and so he didn't say a single word as he got up. Due to the limited space and because he wanted it, Kaoru made a big show out of that though, practically rubbing along his lover's body all the way until they were on eye-level with each other. Only then, Kaoru grinned and grabbed Aiji's shirt. "I think you should be naked too." Of course he just wanted to kiss, touch and see the tattooed skin that was hidden underneath there, turned on already just thinking of it.
"Are you sure I don't just want to bend you over your laptop right now," Aiji grinned, his fingers still in the back of the other man's head and tangled in his long hair, and he used the grip he had of him to tug him closer. They didn't kiss, not although their lips were nearly touching now. "And fuck you until you come all over the keyboard," Aiji went on, his voice such a low drawl that it could've sounded almost threatening. He knew how much Kaoru enjoyed the sight of his tattoos but he also knew that if he'd be behind the other man he wouldn't see that, and somehow when one of them was clothed still it felt almost... forbidden. Though he was an easygoing man, and they both knew he'd get rid of his clothes in a second if Kaoru insisted on it.
The words made the guitarist shudder clearly and he pressed himself closer, grinding against Aiji and sliding their cocks along each other. "Oh, but then you would have to explain to the others why I can't use my laptop anymore," he grinned. Just the thought of that made him go nuts inwardly. Oh how he wanted this and everything else the other man was willing to do with and to him. He still remembered the moment when he had told Die that he had had an affair with his ex, with Aiji and that it had happened at the housewarming party of Die's and Toshiya's new apartment. Back then, Kaoru had been way more shy and insecure about this although he had jumped right in, feet first and no questions asked.
It could've been weird, seeing that basically Kaoru hadn't been interested in men before that, and then he went and jumped into bed with an ex-boyfriend of his best friend. Die had been only enthusiastic about it, though, urging the two on as he apparently felt the need to make everyone around him happy, now that he had gotten the love of his life for himself. Besides, everyone close to them could see how well Aiji and Kaoru did fit eventually, even despite the odd circumstances of the beginning.
Right now, their history wasn't exactly what kept Aiji occupied, as he was rather more interested in that smirking mouth just inches away from his own, and the set of sparkling eyes looking at him challengingly. "Me? Oh no. It would be you who does the explaining," he smirked and without a word more he crushed their lips together in a short but deep kiss.
Kaoru groaned and when Aiji yanked him closer by the grip of his hair, he mewled into the kiss. This was taking longer already than he had expected and he thought, if Aiji wouldn't take it further soon and walk the talk, he could come just from one of those kisses that made his head spin and his knees go weak, but in turn made him all hard in other places.
Impatiently, Kaoru kicked his legs, trying to get rid of the jeans despite still wearing his heavy boots. Damn, why didn't he just wear sneakers he could have toed off easily? With a bit of effort, he manged to get rid of the boots though until he was completely naked before the other man. "I have to explain?" he practically only breathed out when Aiji suddenly pulled back and broke the kiss. "Okay. I tell them my man fucked me so had and deep that I couldn't help but to shoot my load around in the whole studio and accidentally hit my lappie."
"Good boy," Aiji smirked instantly. He didn't say anything further, though, not a single word. Instead he grabbed the guitarist's hips and quickly turned him around, doing exactly what he had threatened to do as he bent him over the table and dangerously close to the laptop. Easily, he kicked Kaoru's legs further apart, his hands finding their way to the perfect round of his ass. He still didn't say anything, but there was a long, low purr escaping his throat as he kneaded the flesh in his palms, pressing his thumbs between the buttocks to rim Kaoru's entrance.
"Oh fuck!" Kaoru's whole body first tensed and then went practically boneless as his lover's fingers teased him in all the right places. His palms were sliding across the table's surface, searching for something to hold onto as wave after wave of heat was running through him. "D-did they do that in one of your naughty movies too?" he asked and it was clear that he was only teasing. After all, he had been watching more than one porn-movie together with his lover and he knew that Aiji had to test-watch the latest releases too, not only the gay ones. The shop-owner took his business serious and wanted to give his customers the best possible recommendations.
Right now, he would've only recommended Kaoru to anyone listening to him, since goddamnit this was way too good to be true. He didn't drag it on for much longer though, instead pulled back and pushed the tip of his thumb inside of the other man. "They did. And they did this, too," he added, while slowly moving his hand until his thumb was buried inside of Kaoru to the hilt. At least a bit of stretching, he tried to tell himself.
A deep, gravelly groan forced its way out of Kaoru's throat and he closed his eyes for a moment, only focusing on the stretch, the feeling of his lover's warm hands on his back, how he held him in the position he wanted a bit too easily. "Oh yeah just don't stop and keep doing whatever they did," he muttered, not fully aware of what he said as he was already at the verge to ask Aiji to just stop it for cryin' out loud and finally fuck him like he had promised.
That was going to come sooner than he expected, but there was still enough sense left in Aiji's mind not to just fuck the other man senseless and hurt him in the process. Still, he didn't drag this on any further than needed, and despite that managed to get Kaoru squirming and panting in front of him just with the help of his fingers. Finally he pulled back, instead pressing himself flush against the other man's back. "C'mon. Tell me you want it."
"Bastard!" Kaoru was writhing there on the desk, trying to push back and at the same time needing a touch. He couldn't move his hands though as they were effectively held together above his head by the other man. "Just fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it. Show me that you missed me instead of just saying it."
Aiji didn't say a single word, but the smirk on his lips was worth a lot as he leaned in, hovering above the other man's bent form for a couple of heartbeats. Then, without forewarning, he slowly moved his hips and invaded that willing body right before his. The first thrust was slow, almost tentative, but it was instantly followed by another one that was far from that, multiplied in intensity and force.
Pain mixing with intense pleasure flashed through Kaoru's body and his mind, making him howl. Immediately, he bit his bottom lip, trying to stay quiet and not to gain the attention of whoever might have still been there, if not the one of people on the other floors. Small whimpers were leaving him still though whenever Aiji thrust inside him all the way, stretching him, filling him, brushing across his good spot each and every time. Kaoru could feel his legs tremble, knowing he would have lost balance already without the table backing him up. He was panting, his chest heaving, moving his entire body with those deep gasps for breath. He was rock hard without a single damn touch on himself and he could feel his balls draw up close to his body, proving that this wouldn't be a long one at least for him.
Apparently neither for the other man, though, as Aiji was panting right in his ear, his hot breath hitting soft skin time and time again along with ragged gasps of air. Before long he even sneaked one arm around the guitarist's form, teasingly running his fingertips along his arousal in a touch barely palpable. He hadn't spoken in longer and thus his voice was husky and gravelly as he spoke up, the words groaned out right next to Kaoru's ear. "Come with me, Kaoru. Come for me."
That was probably one of the sexiest things Kaoru had ever heard, his lover's voice so deep and clearly filled with need, pleasure, desire. It set him off, was like Aiji had pressed a switch inside him and something snapped. The orgasm was like a flood of heat and pleasure, shaking his body, rocking his foundation. There was no way to resist that and all he could do was to succumb and let it take over as he came with a small outcry that the guitarist barely managed to stifle.
It was too much for Aiji to take, the clenching muscles around him bringing way too much friction and he simply couldn't hold back. His movements grew a bit more erratic and it took only a few thrusts before he was coming hard deep inside of his lover. He still didn't stop moving for a good while, though, only stilling when he knew it would be too much for them both. He sneaked his arms around the other man instead, hugging him tight from behind. "You know," he chuckled breathlessly, "you actually missed the lappie."
Kaoru laughed breathlessly, nodding a couple of times. Ever since they had decided to leave away condoms, he had become practically addicted to feeling his lover's hot release inside him as it was like a million tiny orgasms hitting him when Aiji came. It was intimate and special, making him feel real on a level he could explain neither with rationality nor with mere words. "You evil thing just wanted me to scrub the carpet," he breathed out, chuckling a bit as he tilted his head to look at his lover from deep eyes.
"Maybe I have a thing for you on your knees," Aiji suggested as he crossed the distance between them, connecting their lips in a breathless kiss. It didn't last long but they tried their best, not wanting it to stop. Once it did, Aiji went on instantly with a chuckle. "I would've preferred if you'd hit your hideous shirt..."
"Oh man," Kaoru rolled his eyes but then had to laugh. "If you want to ruin it, why don't you get on your knees then and rub away my come from the floor with it, eh?" His eyes were sparkling though and he couldn't deny the love he felt for the other man as it was right there, visible in de depth of those eyes.
"Maybe I will," Aiji purred lowly, teasingly nibbling on the other man's lips with his own. Afterwards he simply pressed his face into Kaoru's neck, inhaling his scent deeply. He hadn't even realized he had missed the other man this much. "You still wanna stay at work?" he asked slowly.
"Work?" Kaoru raised his eyebrows quizzically and then had to laugh as he only then realized where they were. "No." He shook his head firmly. "You don't think I will let you run out on me now only to leave me alone for another month, eh?" He straightened a bit and in the process pressed his ass better against his lover's crotch.
"I was hoping we'd go back to my place," Aiji went on with a grin that was clearly audible in his voice. "As I said... we got a new shipment of stuff last week..."
That sounded very promising if one asked the guitarist and still he couldn't deny himself from teasing. "So you want to hogtie me again and show me the qualities of all the new vibes and dildos you got?" he drawled, knowing that at least the hog-tie-part would give his lover some nice images.
"Mmmh," the other man purred contently, obviously enjoying the thought already. He was slowly stroking Kaoru's stomach, drawing random patterns with his fingertips. "I do. I will make you come so many times tonight that you will forget your own name."
Kaoru knew that that wasn't an empty promise and it made him sigh deeply. Slowly, he reached behind himeself, grabbing Aiji's hair in the back of his neck to pull him into a slow kiss. Aiji used that to break the connection beween their bodies and Kaoru could feel his release sizzle out of him, run down his thighs slowly.
Once the kiss broke they both grinned at each other, their eyes meeting. "But you know what we will do first?" Aiji asked after a short silent pause. Kaoru only frowned at him so he went on helpfully. "We will take a shower!"
That earned him a playful slap on his head and Kaoru rolled his eyes. "Here, still not smelling all too dirty!" In mock-protest, he raised his arm for his lover to sniff but then couldn't hold back a few merry chuckles.
"Oh no, no," Aiji laughed and instantly reached out to ruffle Kaoru's hair, even twining a few strands around his fingers. "But you urgently need a new hairdo and a shave."
"Does that mean you wanna cut my hair and shave me?" the slightly smaller man asked with a dirty grin. He knew Aiji had no problems with him growing a bush between the legs but he also knew that the other man had a slight kink to trim him and shave his balls sometimes.
"I was more thinking of the facial part but now that you say it, it doesn't sound too bad," Aiji smirked, finally detaching from the other man only to dig his shirt from the floor to hand it to him. "You are allowed to wear this horrendous rug on the way home not to freeze, though."
"Oh, how generous of you, your grace." Kaoru performed a small bow and instantly slipped into the shirt. "And I thought it shows off my form pretty well," he muttered as he pulled it down.
"Your form?" Aiji looked more than a bit disbelieving. "What the hell are you talking about? It's like a carpet for christ's sake!"
"But it's tight here, don't you see?" Kaoru pointed at his middle section but then just laughed and reached for something on the table. It was a pack of paper-tissues which he now threw at his lover. "If you think of getting some more tonight, you'd better shut up now and clean the floor," he suggested but one could see that he wasn't all too serious.
"You just want me down on my knees," Aiji smirked but he actually took the papers and bent down, cleaning up the stains from the carpet before throwing the papers in the garbage. He only had to tug up his pants and close them, to be presentable and ready to go.
But while he had been on his knees, Kaoru indeed had enjoyed the sight. "Yeah babe, just that," he purred but then Aiji was standing and ready dressed again and the moment was over. Kaoru had been collecting his clothes too now and was just zipping up his jeans. Before the other man could turn away towards the door though, he grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into a kiss. "I missed you," Kaoru whispered afterwards, the words just needing their way out.
That instantly made Aiji smile and he wrapped his arms around the other man, pulling him in for a tight hug and a kiss. It was obvious that they really had missed each other, although still a year and a half ago neither of them would've even thought they'd ever make it together. Once they parted Aiji brushed his fingers over the other man's slightly stubbly cheek. "Let me take you home, okay?" He asked softly.
Slowly, Kaoru nodded. Aiji made him feel well cared for, the love that was radiating from the other man so real, hitting him like a brick-wall right in the heart. "Are you here with your car?" he asked and he was sure Aiji could hear that he just didn't want to drive anymore that day.
"Yeah. I didn't want to risk a long walk or an expensive cabride," Aiji winked, stealing another kiss from the other man. He could very well see the dark circles under Kaoru's eyes, could see how he was tired and probably sleep deprived to the maximum.
Yet, the guitarist looked already much better than in the beginning, the sparkle back in his eyes and the smile on his lips. After shutting down everyting and swtiching off the light, they left the studio together but not touching. After all, Kaoru wasn't out and there were other companies in the house too, other music studios and branches of the racord lable so that he didn't dare to be outed by anybody.
Neither of them really minded it as they knew they were going home together and that the second the doors closed behind them they could be all over each other again.
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Me too D: I am so fed up with it, graduating feels like heaven.
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And yes, exactly. I'm so tired of the stress and deadlines and pressure and fear of failure @_@
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And although working will be stressful too, it'll be in a whole different way. Plus I already wanna work :/