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Die still couldn't believe he was standing where he was. The evening had never been intended to start out this way, not in the least. He and Aoi had been out on the town for a night of drinks between old friends. There was nothing more in it than that... that was until they both got well into the third round. It was then that they both started in on telling one another things they probably shouldn't have been, talking about their various exploits and the fucked up things they'd done in their sex lives.
By the time they got through the forth glass of beer each, Aoi's trip to the bathroom had turned into the pair of them groping at one another next to the urinals. Not very discreet, admittedly. From there, Die had given up on avoiding the fact that he was, decidedly, not the straight man he liked to play at being, and just gone with it.
And now, here they were, in Aoi's flat, the dark-haired man spread out on his bed, legs parted to afford Die the best view in the world, utterly devoid of clothing, only a single silver chain sparkling in the low lights of the room. A shiver slipped through Die's body as he finally unzipped his jeans and pushed them and his briefs down, stepping out of them and sliding onto the bed. He was already fully aroused, his cock straining between his legs and his every sense on edge.
Aoi wasn't far behind, his length slowly hardening against his lower abdomen as he watched Die crawl up between his legs. "Hey there, gorgeous."
Die breathed out a laugh, leaning over the other and lightly cupping his cheek, pressing a delicate kiss to his lips. "It's almost uncanny," he breathed out, his lips sliding down over Aoi's jawline, a line that was so familiar it sent nearly painful pangs of arousal through him.
"What is?" The younger man arched up under him, pressing them against one another, hip to hip and starting to rub.
Huffing out a breath, Die nipped lightly at the skin just above the other's Adam's apple. "How much this feels like fucking myself."
The guitarist laughed, his hand coming up to press Die down over the protrusion along his throat, groaning as he licked at it. "Then you'd best do a damn good job."
"Don't you worry yourself," Die returned, "I'm not that drunk just yet."
Aoi's hips surged up again, a small groan of pleasure easing out of him. "Oh, so you admit... ah!" he shivered, "to whiskey dick, then?"
"Hush," came the reply, Die finally retrieving the lubricant from the younger's hand. He squirted some onto his fingertips and then shifted their position so he had one of Aoi's legs up over his shoulder, allowing him access to the other's nether regions. His fingers slid over his entrance, gently teasing as he hunched a bit to kiss along the other's inner thigh, lightly nipping every once in a while.
When it finally became too much for Aoi, the guitarist squirming beneath the redhead, Die relented, easing his fingers within the other's passage. Ever so gently, he began moving them, gazing down at the younger's face as he did it. "Talk to me."
Aoi let out a whimper and then abruptly thrust his hips up, his cock straining away from his body for a moment. "Touch my dick... please."
Grinning, Die slid his other arm around Aoi's leg, reaching down and taking hold of his slightly curved length and starting to help him rub one out. The younger tilted his hips into it, little pleased sounds showering forth as Die continued his slow exploration of the other's rear. By the time he had three fingers inside him, he was jerking Aoi off nearly frantically, the expression on the guitarist's face one he couldn’t ignore. His own cock was desperately hard, twitching between his legs every so often. He wanted inside him, just to fuck him relentlessly into the mattress, but he also knew Aoi would like it better if he came first and then was worked up again as Die took him.
Aoi's thighs began to tremble, his back arching and his head tilting back, exposing his throat entirely. Die moved his leg then, leaning down and licking up the entirety of his throat, swirling his tongue around his Adam's apple as he jerked him off, fingers still exploring his ass. It was when he finally dragged his teeth down over the other's neck that Aoi lost it, his hips jerking harshly a few times before he completely stiffened and his cock began to throb in Die's hand. Drawing back, Die watched as Aoi's cock twitched with each squirt of his release, covering his own belly in thick cum.
Easing him back against the bed, Die pulled his fingers free and reached for the condom he'd set on the edge of the bed earlier, ripping it open and grasping the condom. He pinched the tip and then rolled it down until it was snug against the base of his dick. Adding a bit more lube, he reached up and grabbed a pillow from above Aoi's head, tucking it just under the other's hip and then urging him to roll over, helping him with his legs. Once more getting between his thighs, he reached under him to scrunch up the pillow and pull Aoi's hips up higher. Carefully, he reached down and arranged the other's cock, allowing it to lie against the pillow so it would get some friction off of this as well.
With his lover in position, Die grasped his hips and flexed his dick so it would stay still for his penetration of the other man. Slowly, he eased himself into Aoi's tight hole, moaning as he fully seated himself within him. He gave a few needy humps just from having waited so long to please himself and then calmed once again. He urged Aoi's legs to part just a bit more and then leaned over him, one arm sliding around his waist, the other supporting him on the bed as he began to thrust, unable to hold back the myriad of sounds that poured from him as his cock moved within the other's body.
Die pressed his lips against the other's shoulder blade, finally letting himself start to really go at it, his own body trembling from the exertion of such an act. He'd denied himself for too long, needing the feeling of another man under him, the way the harder lines of a masculine body felt against him, and even the difference between anal with a woman and with a man. Bowing his head, he finally really let into it, biting his lower lip hard and tilting his head back as he started to cum. A small grunt slipped free of his lips as he started to ease himself from the tense state he'd been in. Settling, he gave a few gentle thrusts as he finished and then grasped the base of the condom and pulled out, setting back on his knees and removing the condom.
Intent to help the other, he moved back over him, sliding his hand down under him only for Aoi to catch his hand and turn his head to give him a sheepish look. "I ah... already did."
"Again?" Die studied the other and then gave him a grin when Aoi nodded. "I knew I was good, but damn."
Aoi rolled over, tugging Die down on top of him. "Self-centered jerk, aren't you?"
Die pressed his nose against the other's neck and just smirked against the other's sweaty skin. "Maybe so... but you're the one who kept staring at me all night."
They were quiet for a long while, Aoi finally breaking the silence in a way that made it clear he hadn't been really wanting to. "Die?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you think... maybe... this could be a more than once sort of thing?"
Die reached for Aoi's hand, sliding it along the bed, clasped in his own. When he spoke he was full of sincerity and not a bit of teasing. "I believe we can swing that."