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It had been a week or so since their foray overseas. Back home in Japan, everyone had fallen back into their routines both inside and out of the band. A new single was on the way, with a teaser released to tide over the fans; each of the members were occupied with finalizing things for their shows back home, as well as plugging away at projects of their own. While Toshiya’s exhibition with his own personal project utakata had kept him occupied well enough, he couldn’t help but linger on the memories of his surprise escapade with his lover. He recalled their impromptu romp in Kyo’s hotel room the day prior to their final show and found himself growing hot beneath his collar at inopportune moments throughout his day.
“I should fold you up and see how you like it,” he recalled saying to his lover after they had finished. Even now, preoccupied as he was, he found himself fixating on the thought—of having Kyo beneath him, pressed into a plush mattress, face scarlet and sweating from exertion, ankles by his head, glassy-eyed and blissed out.
Surely he’s still not that flexible, Toshiya mused, as if trying to dismiss the thoughts by shutting them down. He knew better than anyone else, however, how much of a bold-faced lie that was, how poor of an attempt to derail that train of thought it was.
As the day pleasantly stretched on, Toshiya found himself returning to those thoughts more and more. If he wanted to be able to put forth his full and undivided attention to his exhibition, he knew he’d have to do something about this. If not for the fans he enjoyed meeting and interacting with, for his own sanity and libido. After bidding farewell to his staff and assistants, Toshiya pulled out his phone as he descended the stairs.
Message Sent xx:xxPM
Are you busy tonight?
Message Received xx:xxPM
Depends.
Sender is typing…
Sender is typing…
Message Sent xx:xxPM
Don’t be a smartass.
Message Received xx:xxPM
I wouldn’t dream of it. What did you have in mind?
Message Sent xx:xxPM
Do you remember what we talked about back in Berlin? At the hotel?
Receiver is typing…
Receiver is typing…
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“Come on, you twerp.” Toshiya muttered, foot tapping impatiently against the floor. He was lingering just outside the entrance of the exhibition’s building, not wanting to head in one direction or the other depending on Kyo’s response. While he had an idea as to what Kyo’s response would be, he didn’t want to make any assumptions or force anything one way or the other. They’d danced around each other long enough that it was just a part of how they flirted now. The anticipation could almost be considered a form of foreplay at this point. Toshiya could laugh at how ludicrous the thought was. His phone lit up, snapping him out of his reverie.
Message Received xx:xxPM
I’m at my apartment. Come over whenever your exhibition is done.
Sender is typing…
Receiver is typing…
Message Received xx:xxPM
Congratulations, by the way.
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Sender is typing…
Message Sent xx:xxPM
Thank you. I’ll see you in twenty minutes.
Sap, he left unsaid. Toshiya slipped his phone into his bag, willing himself to calm down as he walked in the direction of Kyo’s apartment, faster than he’d care to relay if asked.
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Toshiya was a little more breathless than he’d care to be when he finally arrived at the door to Kyo’s apartment. He blindly fussed with his bangs, hoping he looked at least a little presentable despite the sweat he felt rolling down his neck. He knew he had no reason to rush over, but he couldn’t help himself amidst his combined embarrassment and excitement. He’d barely finished knocking before Kyo was pulling the door open, holding his little dog back with a firm leg planted in front of her.
“That was fast.” His surprise was just as evident as his amusement and Toshiya shouldered his way in, nudging the door shut behind him.
“Shut up,” he griped, cheeks pink. He caught Kyo’s smug smirk from the corner of his eye as he stooped down to remove his boots, reaching out with his free hand to smooth his fingers through Pun’s wild fur. “Your father’s being mean to me.” He cooed, withdrawing his hand when she began to pull back and trot off. She was a scrappy little thing, sweet but shy, and only allowed for attention for as long as she was comfortable. She warmed up to people slowly, and Toshiya had remembered the selfie Kyo had sent him months after he’d gotten her, the little dog curled up on his chest and Kyo’s eyes suspiciously misty.
“You just make it easy to bully you.” Kyo shot back, eyes drifting up to meet Toshiya’s as the bassist rose to his full height. Despite his half-hearted whining, Toshiya was smiling. “I mean, look at you,” Kyo stepped into his lover’s space, a hand on his hip as the other lifted to push his slightly damp bangs to the side, “you’re practically dripping.”
“I’ll show you dripping.” Toshiya retorted thoughtlessly. Kyo snorted and pulled away, trailing after his little dog further into the apartment.
“Uh-huh. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll grab a towel for you.” Kyo called out from the washroom. Toshiya huffed through his nose, forgoing the house slippers laid out in the genkan as he headed into Kyo’s modest living area. It was as chaotic as Toshiya remembered from his last visit a month prior—notes and sketches strewn about the table, dog toys scattered across the floor that hadn’t quite made it back to their designated baskets, books and DVDs piled on a side table or out of place on one of the many shelves present. It wasn’t that Kyo was a disorganized person, more that he had many irons on the fire and often didn’t fully finish one thought or idea for jumping into the next. It was something Toshiya found equal parts endearing and aggravating about him—not that he could talk much. Chaos was just a natural part of being an artist, he supposed.
He dropped to the couch in the middle of the room unceremoniously as he waited for Kyo to come back, inhaling the familiar scent of the other man’s perfume hanging persistently in the air. It was almost cloying, but Toshiya found the smell quite comforting after all the stale airport air and stuffy tour buses he’d had to endure in the past few weeks. The bassist allowed himself to get lost in the rich fragrance, eyes slipping shut as he leaned into the cushions behind him.
“Well, that didn’t take long.” Toshiya’s eyes shot open, the vocalist standing in front of him. His hip was cocked, hand towel hanging down by his side. Toshiya pursed his lips.
“You said to get comfortable,” he shifted around in his seat, nestling further into the couch, “I’m comfortable.”
“That you are,” Kyo huffed a laugh, holding the towel out for the bassist. Toshiya plucked it from the other man’s grip, rubbing the fabric over his face and neck while Kyo stood in front of him. When he felt that enough moisture had been wicked away, he handed the towel off to his lover again. “Be right back,” Kyo mumbled, shuffling off with the towel. Toshiya tracked his movement as he left, settling back and fixing his hair once the other man was out of sight.
It wasn’t long before Kyo was back in the living room and taking a seat next to his lover, one arm draped behind the couch and the other resting lightly against the outside of his thigh. He was quiet for a beat, brow furrowed as he contemplated something. Toshiya bit back the urge to make a snarky comment as Kyo gathered his thoughts. The hand drifted to the top of his thigh, a brand hot through the layers of his clothing. Unwittingly, his cock stirred at the touch.
“You’re making good on your promise, then,” Kyo smiled, gaze piercing into Toshiya’s. Were the bassist a weaker-willed man, he would’ve found himself unable to meet Kyo’s eyes. Knowing the vocalist for more than twenty seven years, though, steeled him against the heated look. Regardless, having Kyo’s full attention on him was still invigorating, enchanting, and oftentimes, intimidating.
“I’d thought it was more of a threat,” Toshiya responded, once again without thinking. Kyo was horrible for his impulse control and any semblance he may have had of a filter. If Kyo’s gaze was hot before, it was absolutely molten now.
“Oh?” Toshiya clenched his jaw, nearly grinding his molars together as the other man’s grip on his thigh tightened. He tried to remember how to breathe when Kyo leaned into his space, radiating heat. “Not much of a threat when I’m dying to see how you’d deliver.” His smirk shifted into a saccharine smile, eyes crinkling.
“And what is it you want me to deliver on?” Toshiya breathed in a rush, nearly knocking his forehead against the vocalist’s in his eagerness to match his energy. Kyo took this in stride, tilting his head to rest his lips against the shell of the other man’s pierced ear, decorated sparsely with a single ring. His lips parted wetly, a shudder dancing down Toshiya’s spine.
“I believe you promised to fold me in half to see how I’d like it, lover?” The burning in Toshiya’s gut roared into an inferno and he jerked his head to the side, capturing Kyo’s lips in a wet kiss. It wasn’t as hurried as the kisses they’d shared overseas, unsure of the time they’d have between them, but it was just as desperate. Their lips slid together messily, hands clutching and grasping at whatever they were able to reach. Toshiya keened in the back of his throat when Kyo’s hand slid further up his thigh to rest just below his hip, hands clutching at the sides of his face in desperation to regain control of the kiss. Kyo chuckled into his mouth, groaning when the bassist tugged at one of the rings hanging from his ear in retaliation.
“Thought I was supposed to be taking charge here,” Toshiya managed between kisses, smoothing the palms of his hands over Kyo’s shaven head and down the back of his neck. Any further grumblings tapered off as Kyo shoved his tongue into the other’s mouth, licking up the backs of his incisors. Spit rolled down his chin obscenely and Toshiya almost wished that they’d already been stripped bare before this point. Their tongues rolled and pushed against the other’s for a few moments, air humid between their lips. Kyo pulled back just enough to press a quick kiss against the bassist’s lips once, twice.
“Did you really think I’d just lie there and let you do as you pleased, Toshiya?” He murmured, eyes crinkling. “You’ve got to work for it, babe,” Toshiya tugged Kyo’s plush bottom lip between his teeth and nipped it in warning, drawing out a disbelieving huff from the man now draped over him.
“Can’t ever make anything easy, can you,” Toshiya muttered under his breath and, before Kyo could get another word in edgewise, his hands slid down the back of Kyo’s sweatpants to palm at his—his bare ass. Toshiya sucked a breath in between his teeth, cock jerking in his pants. The smaller man pressed back into the large palms cupping him as if he was completely aware of the thought that crossed Toshiya’s mind.
“I can make it a little easier, at least,” He responded coyly. His smug smirk faltered when Toshiya doubled down on his groping, voice hitching in an aborted moan.
“You—” Toshiya stumbled over his words when he felt a pressure against the side of his foot, nearly upending the vocalist when he sat forward to investigate the source. “Oh,” He hummed, staring at the mass of fur leaned comfortably against his ankle. Kyo scrambled to regain his balance, shooting a look down the front of the couch in search of the offender before flopping forward against Toshiya’s chest.
“I—forgot she was here.” He mumbled embarrassedly into the fabric of Toshiya’s shirt, swatting at the bassist’s shoulder when he laughed in response. “Shut up!” He groused without any real heat behind it. He lifted his head after a moment to cast a withering stare at his small dog, trying and failing to give her a look of disapproval.
“Should we move this else—”
“Yes.” Kyo interjected firmly, sliding gracefully off of the couch and tugging his lover to his feet. Toshiya was careful to avoid Pun’s paws and tail, mumbling a word of apology to the little dog as she stared up at them with large, confused eyes. Sorry, Pun-chan, the bassist mouthed as he was tugged to the bedroom by his wrist. He smirked in amusement at the pink flush that had spread up Kyo’s ears, ready to tease the older man about it.
The smart comment hanging off of his tongue was cut short the moment they stepped foot into Kyo’s bedroom, pressed up against the door behind them in yet another searing kiss. He allowed himself to get lost in the sensation of Kyo’s plush lips against his, their tongues twisting once again. The saliva that Kyo hadn’t bothered to wipe away smeared wetly across their chins, and instead of feeling disgusted by the slick sensation, Toshiya’s core burned hotter.
After a minute or two of frenzied kissing, Toshiya found himself chasing after his lover’s lips as he pulled away. “What—” Toshiya panted out, tilting his neck to the side to allow for Kyo to trail biting kisses down his throat. “I wasn’t done.” His voice came out in a whine, arching his back into the vocalist’s hands as they trailed down his sides.
“Well, we’re just getting started,” Kyo murmured into his collarbone, pulling the collar of Toshiya’s shirt down to nip at it. Toshiya opened his mouth to retort, bewildered when the vocalist dropped to his knees in front of him to palm at his hardening cock through his jeans.
“Wait—” Toshiya swallowed, throat clicking while Kyo deftly unbuckled Toshiya’s pants and tugged them out of the way along with his underwear. “Kyo,” He whined yet again at the first touch of the other man’s tongue against his wet cockhead. His hands gripped at the side and back of Kyo’s tattooed skull, scrambling to bury his fingers into hair that wasn’t there. Kyo spared him a wordless glance from his position on his knees, one hand braced against Toshiya’s bare thigh and the other wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. He didn’t break eye contact with the taller man when he slipped the head of Toshiya’s dick past his lips, suckling at the flesh eagerly. “Oh—” Kyo winced at the bassist’s nails biting into his scalp before pulling more of the bassist’s dick into his mouth, brow furrowed in concentration.
Kyo steadily took more of the bassist in, and jerked what he hadn’t fit into his mouth yet with his fist while the bassist stared down at him in awe. Toshiya’s hips pulsed forward mindlessly and he moaned in wonder when Kyo swallowed around him, nonplussed. It only took a moment, however, for Toshiya to come back to himself, swatting his fingertips against the side of the vocalist’s head. “Hey—hey, your throat—” Kyo’s brows knitted together further, this time in disapproval, and he pulled off completely to level the bassist with a glare as he continued to jerk him off, knuckles bumping against his wet lips. A flush was high on his cheeks, and whether it was from exertion or indignation, Toshiya could not be sure.
“Don’t.” Kyo’s eyes narrowed, pausing in his strokes and grip tightening in warning. Were Toshiya ten years younger, he would’ve felt properly chastised instead of feeling frustrated.
“You—”
“—know my own limits,” Kyo slid his fist to the base of Toshiya’s cock, scraping his teeth down the length of him and pulling an undignified yelp out of the other man, “so don’t patronize me.” The two stared each other down for a beat before Toshiya relented with a sigh; he knew when he was fighting a battle that he was going to lose that, in the grand scheme of things, was pointless in the first place.
“Fine,” Toshiya bit out, leaning more of his upper body against the door behind him, “if you’re so sure about it—”
“I am—”
“—then I’m all yours.” He knew he didn’t have to elaborate, and his deep exhalation hitched into a low moan when Kyo swallowed him down completely. He struggled to catch his breath while Kyo held him in the back of his throat, presumably to adjust, and palmed at the back of his head reassuringly. His breath hitched as Kyo’s throat tensed around him, the vocalist’s eyes fluttering shut yet again. The hand previously wrapped around the base of Toshiya’s cock slipped to his hip, the other sliding up from its place on the bassist’s thigh to mirror its position. Toshiya widened his stance, allowing Kyo to direct his thrusts in and out the clutch of his throat.
Toshiya let himself get lost in Kyo’s eager ministrations, his thoughts fogging over pleasantly while Kyo used his cock for his own pleasure. He knew that this felt as good for the vocalist as it did for him, his breath hiccuping out of him whenever Kyo’s throat tightened and shuddered around his length. He could live in these stretches of moments forever, of Kyo alternating between enthusiastically deepthroating him and bulging the flesh of his cheek to warm the bassist’s cock when his excitement almost had him gagging with it. Toshiya thoughtlessly slipped one of his hands down across Kyo’s brow and temple, thumbing at the tears gathering at his lash line from exertion. He whined discontentedly when Kyo pulled back after a few minutes of servicing him, of cradling Toshiya’s cock in the wet heat of his throat.
“Hey—” He panted when Kyo settled back on his haunches, saliva linking his swollen lips obscenely to Toshiya’s cock.
“Can’t—” Kyo coughed to clear his throat, spittle breaking and flecking against Toshiya’s skin, “can’t have you blowing your load too soon, old man,” He teased roughly as he stumbled to his feet. Toshiya guffawed and his hands slipped down to cradle the base of Kyo’s neck as he stood to his full height, standing just below the bassist’s broad collarbone.
“Old man—”
Kyo surged up to cut him off, kissing him bruisingly; he was well on his way to looking as thoroughly debauched as Toshiya wanted to make him feel. Between messy kisses and fumbling hands, huffed laughs and stumbled shuffling, the two men finally made it to the bed with a trail of clothing scattered behind them.
Toshiya let himself be pulled down over the other man as Kyo tumbled onto his bed, basking in how small yet how powerful and masculine the vocalist was beneath him. He reveled in his inked skin, his toned muscles, running his tongue over his teeth at the sight of Kyo sprawled out, cock leaking across his abdomen. “Look at you,” Toshiya whispered, awed as he trailed his fingers down Kyo’s torso so his large hands came to rest on the tops of his thighs, “I can’t wait to see if you’re still as flexible as you like to think you are.” Kyo shifted around, causing Toshiya’s hands to slip down into his own bare lap as the vocalist adjusted himself. Before he could make any further snide comments, his mouth went dry at the sight of Kyo pulling his legs up by the backs of his thighs, hands then slipping down to tug at the backs of his knees, exposing his ample backside and hole.
“...Oh.” Toshiya breathed, leaning forward on his hand pressed next to Kyo’s hip while the vocalist framed the pucker of his entrance with his fingertips.
“Is this what you had in mind?” Kyo smirked, breathless, skin glistening in the low lamplight. If Toshiya had thought that the other man looked erotic when he performed on stage, nothing could start to hold a candle to the vision before him. He almost wished he had a camera with him that wasn’t on his smartphone so he could commit the image indelibly to memory. If anything, the sight burning itself in his brain alone could sustain his mental spank bank for years to come. Toshiya practically flung himself towards the bedside table where he knew Kyo kept their lube, nearly removing the drawer from its dresser in his haste. “I’m not going anywhere,” Kyo huffed out from his place beside Toshiya.
When he returned to his previous position, Toshiya nearly dropped the opened tube all over the sheets at the sight that greeted him. Though he hadn’t been gone for more than a moment, Kyo seemed to be eager to progress things further without him, if the way he was prodding at his entrance with a few fingertips was any indication. “Oh, you minx,” Toshiya gritted out, Kyo laughing breathlessly in response as the bassist poured far more lube than necessary into the divot of his palm. Kyo watched with lidded eyes as Toshiya curled his fingers inwards to warm the substance in his hand, breath hitching in anticipation when he shuffled closer to him. The cap of the bottle in his opposite hand snapped shut, discarded on the sheets so Toshiya could grip the underside of one of Kyo’s thighs for balance.
Kyo didn’t bother to move his fingers when Toshiya’s hand tipped forward, slicking his hole and crack with lube. He groaned as the bassist prodded at his entrance with a thick fingertip, his desire ratcheting up immeasurably when his own fingertips brushed against Toshiya’s. It felt obscene and, were he a bit further lost in his lust at this point, he would’ve begged Toshiya to fit his fist into him instead. The promise of Toshiya drilling him into his own mattress, however, was far too tempting an offer to pass up. A suggestion—for later. Kyo thought, finding himself gripped regardless by the idea of one of Toshiya’s large hands nestled inside of him intimately.
“What are you thinking of?” Toshiya murmured, eyes flicking between where his finger was slipping into the second knuckle inside of the other man and his tensed, unfocused expression. Kyo cinched his fingers into the swell of his own ass, head thumping back against the pile of pillows beneath him.
“Your—your hand.” He breathed, staring unseeingly at his ceiling. “Your, your whole fucking hand.” Toshiya made a choking sound in front of him, finger hooking reflexively inside of Kyo.
“Shit. Shit.” His voice sounded strained, another finger bullying its way inside of the other man in retaliation. “You can’t just—you can’t just say those things.” Kyo spared a glance at his lover, feeling a surge of desire at the flush spreading down Toshiya’s chest. Precome leaked out of his slit obscenely.
“I didn’t hear, a no,” Kyo managed through a few prodding thrusts of the fingers curled within him.
“Focus, you absolute menace,” Toshiya bit out, jerking and curving his fingers in a way that had Kyo keening similarly to the way he’d vocalize wildly on stage. The puddle forming in the dip of his abdomen grew. If Toshiya looked pleased at this, Kyo didn’t know with the way his eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure dancing across his nerves. “There.” Toshiya muttered, pulling a few more erotic wails from Kyo’s overworked throat in a way that would surely agitate his neighbours as he rubbed the nerves within him relentlessly.
“Toshiya,” His name was almost like a prayer on his lips, voice wavering. Toshiya readjusted the grip he had on Kyo’s thigh, his hand slick with sweat; he could feel his own body dripping with it and dampening his lover below him, adding to the mess between them.
“You’re doing so well.” Toshiya cooed delightedly, reveling in the way Kyo’s body sucked him in. “And you said that I was the pro here.” He said, quiet enough that Kyo wouldn’t hear it over his own panting breath. He was in the process of fitting a third finger in alongside the others when Kyo spoke up.
“I’m—ready,” Toshiya’s brows knit together and, not one to doubt Kyo’s own knowledge of his limits a second time that night, he slipped his fingers out from the tight clench of his body. Using the excess lubrication to slick up his own cock, Toshiya swatted Kyo’s hands away from his flank and thighs. He watched Kyo briefly struggle to hold his legs up of their own accord, fingers now clenching into the sheets beneath him. The corner of Toshiya’s lip ticked upwards in approval.
“Good boy,” He leaned forward, guiding his cock to Kyo’s waiting entrance, “you’re going to need to hold onto something.”
Kyo didn’t even get a chance to retaliate, to offer up a quip of his own, before Toshiya thrusted forward and buried himself inside to the hilt. Kyo’s mouth gaped open, the air pushed out of his lungs involuntarily when Toshiya hooked a hand beneath each knee and gently forced a deeper stretch until Kyo’s knees were up by his ears. He couldn’t manage the swear that he felt building in the back of his throat, feeling far too wrung out already, words and air punched out of his body. Kyo’s hazy look of arousal was met by Toshiya’s own look of wonder, the bassist swearing viciously under his breath as he pressed his weight down onto the other man.
“Holy shit,” The words were strangled out of him, grip bruising on the underside of Kyo’s knees. Any air that had been left in Kyo’s lungs left him in a long groan when Toshiya shifted forward further, his hands pushing upwards to wrap around the smaller man’s ankles. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Look at you.” He breathed mindlessly, hips already setting an erratic rhythm in short thrusts. “You’re so fucking wet,” He huffed out, grinding his hips and abdomen down to smear Kyo’s precome between their bodies.
Kyo tried to retaliate similarly as Toshiya’s sweat dripped down onto his chest and soaked him. His thoughts instead came out as a long, wordless groan, sheets bunched up beneath him in his white-knuckled fists. Toshiya chuckled wildly under his breath, eyes darting across Kyo’s blissed out face and taking in the intricacies of his expression. His grip on his lover’s ankles was bruising; Kyo reveled in it, a whine forcing its way out of his throat at the strain in his thighs from the position. His whine shifted upwards into a keen when Toshiya tilted his head to sink his teeth into the ankle by his head, tender enough to not draw blood but harsh enough that Kyo knew it would leave a mark behind. He let himself sink into Toshiya’s full-bodied thrusts, folded neatly in half beneath the man in a mating press. It was all he could do to keep up with the other man, hips rolling in aborted little thrusts while his voice was forced out of him in low keens and stretched out moans.
Toshiya’s nipping kisses trailed up and down his calf while he continued his deep, punishing thrusts, the slapping of their skin growing louder and wetter between them. Kyo couldn’t even catch his breath or find his voice for long enough to warn Toshiya that he was getting close, though he was sure that through his muddled thoughts that much was evident with how his hole clenched and fluttered around the bassist’s cock. He nearly wailed when Toshiya pushed his legs up further, ankles pressed absurdly high in the stretch, resting astride his head. He’d never felt the other man so obscenely deep inside of him, stimulated wildly with each drag and thrust of the bassist against his walls.
“Fuck—fuck—” Toshiya panted, hair plastered messily to his cheekbones. “I can—I can feel you—” He murmured nonsensically as he gyrated his hips, grinding into Kyo’s prostate mercilessly. That was all it took before Kyo came wordlessly, untouched except for the bumping of Toshiya’s stomach against him, tossing his head back as his cock jerked between them. He wheezed when he felt his own spend splatter up against the underside of his chin, feeling debased and wrung out as Toshiya praised and jeered at him, swearing at the obscene display. It was only a few more deep, grinding thrusts before he felt warmth fill him, Toshiya’s bony hips pressed firmly to his plush ass as he pressed his seed deep into the other man. Kyo floated in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss as he came down, eyes fluttering when Toshiya collapsed against him. He grimaced at the squelching of his hole when the bassist shifted, suddenly keenly aware of the mess between them—of his own come streaking up his chest and dotting his chin—and the fact that he was still completely folded in half by the other man.
Releasing the sheets from his grip, Kyo reached up to lazily swat at the bassist’s hip with his fingertips. Toshiya pressed into Kyo further for a moment, prolonging the stretch and almost grinding his spend in deeper as the vocalist’s head thumped into the pillows. He allowed the other man a few more lazy rolls of his hips before slapping at him a little more forcefully, huffing when Toshiya slowly released him from the stretch with a chuckle. Kyo’s legs fell open, shifting into a more comfortable position as his lover shuffled backwards to allow for him to sprawl out gracelessly. The vocalist peered up at him through his lashes, flexing his hole around Toshiya’s softening cock still nestled halfway in his body. Come oozed out onto the sheets below him.
They stayed like that for a few moments—Kyo splayed out across his mattress and Toshiya resting on his haunches while he caught his breath, still partially inside the other man—before Toshiya’s softened cock fully slipped out. Kyo grimaced when the other man’s spend leaked further out of him, yelping when the bassist suddenly surged forward to lay between Kyo’s open legs. “What—ha—ah!” Kyo gasped, legs jerking and lilting inwards when Toshiya wrapped his arms around Kyo’s midsection while his overeager tongue prodded at his gaping hole. “Shit—!” His voice pitched upwards in a wail as the bassist plunged the muscle in deeply, licking and sucking at Kyo’s rim and hole with zeal. The other man felt helpless in the face of Toshiya’s desire, cock twitching weakly against his belly. His legs shook feebly, fingers clenching and unclenching in the damp sheets underneath him. The bassist was going to be the death of him.
Toshiya ate him out like a man starved, and it didn’t take long for Kyo to tumble into a weak, dry orgasm against Toshiya’s relentless lips. He sobbed his pleasure out as he all but melted into his bed, trembling with overstimulation. He managed to peel his eyes open wide enough to watch Toshiya shuffle over to the side of the bed and fumble with a box of tissues before spitting into a wad of them clutched in his fist. Kyo made a face at that, knowing that Toshiya loved to swallow; his chest heaved while he caught his breath. Toshiya met his gaze sheepishly, chest and ears mottled red.
“I…I forgot about the lube.” He mumbled embarrassedly into the tissues pressed against his lips. Kyo blinked, processing the bassist’s words and their meaning before sputtering out a laugh.
“You—you’re so—” He threw his head back, entire body burning pleasantly with residual heat, and pressed his hands to his face as his body trembled now with laughter. He laughed even harder when Toshiya draped himself along the vocalist’s side, joining him in his unabashed cackles. It didn’t take long before their voices tapered off and the two of them were left like that—Kyo, drenched in his and Toshiya’s spend and sweat, out of breath; his lover, curled into his side with his face pressed haphazardly into the slight swell of his breast.
They laid like that for a little while. The air steadily cooled between them but the smell of sex and musk and sweat lingered. Kyo’s legs remained sprawled open, bowed at the knees, body shivering every now and then with the aftershocks of a good fuck and a wild stretch. After a little bit, Toshiya began to trace inorganic shapes into Kyo’s torso, both following the shapes of his tattoos and not. He unintentionally smeared Kyo’s cooling spend across his skin, but the vocalist decided not to comment on this. Instead, one of his hands trailed up Toshiya’s curved back to play with his sweat-slick hair, petting at the nape of his neck. His other hand came up to interrupt Toshiya’s mindless pattern-finding, linking their fingers together. He peered down at their interlocked hands, prodding at Toshiya’s wet, calloused fingertips, drawing his own slim fingers up the knobs of Toshiya’s joints. Neither of them dared to speak or even utter a sound, not waiting to break the dreamlike veil that had settled over them.
I pick up the sounds as I stroke your hair, Kyo thought, blinking back against the burning in his eyes, the gentleness of the pale spring coming together. His throat clicked as he swallowed around his love, threatening to stopper his breathing and choke him in his bed. He hummed, a short, tuneless thing, eyes fluttering shut when Toshiya reached up with his free hand to brush away a stray tear that slid down the bridge of his nose, overwhelmed with emotions too big for his body. His breath shuddered wetly out of him; neither of them deign to comment.
Kyo snuffled, pulling his hand free from Toshiya’s grasp to rub the lobe of his ear between his forefinger and thumb, against the empty holes there. He cleared his throat once, roughly, when his lips parted wetly. “One of these days,” he started, pressing more firmly into the skin, “one of these days I’m going to dress you up,” he whispered vaguely. “I’m going to adorn you—in, in,” Toshiya allowed his imagination to wander wildly for a moment when he realized Kyo wasn't going to elaborate, lips curling into a soft smile.
“I’d like that,” He whispered back, and the spell slid away, tender moment sliding into something decidedly less charged but just as pressingly affectionate. Kyo tapped his lover’s cheek gently, Toshiya’s eyes slitting open in question. He hadn’t realized that he’d shut them. He half-expected Kyo to bully him into getting up to clean up.
“...Was it good for you?” Toshiya snorted, burying his face into Kyo’s sweaty skin and inhaling his musk. He peered up at his lover from his place on his chest, amused.
“Why don’t you ask your hips and your ass if it was good for me?” Kyo sputtered before Toshiya continued. “Or better yet, why don’t you ask your hamstrings or your back tomorrow?” His grin softened and he smacked his hand gently against Kyo’s damp skin. “Of course it was good, you dumbass. You’re more flexible than I thought.” Kyo leveled him with a disbelieving look.
“You’ve seen me perform. You know I’m flexible. You know I’m still flexible, asshole.” Toshiya grinned wolfishly again.
“I know. I just love teasing you.” This time, Kyo’s expression softened.
“I know you do.” Toshiya’s chest clenched with affection.
God, I love you so much. I love you so fucking much. I could spend the rest of time like this, with you, just like this, Toshiya went to say, only to be interrupted by a gentle scratching against the door. Kyo’s brow knitted together, sighing through his nose.
“I should let her in. Get us cleaned up.” He went to sit up and do just that when Toshiya readjusted his arm across Kyo’s chest and forced him down again. Kyo sputtered out in indignation before his breath caught as he gazed down at his lover.
“Just a little longer,” Toshiya whispered, “just a little bit longer,” his eyes were soft and fond, and Kyo couldn't help but give in, as always.