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The lights shone brightly across the wide circular stage as Japan’s favorite idol strutted out. Priceless smile, gorgeous eyes, and a voice sweet as honey.
It was Pegasus☆Pop!, otherwise known as Tsukasa Tenma. Mostly known for his beautiful voice and engaging personality.
He twirled in a brand new outfit, clad skin tight in a latex black bodysuit with hip windows and yellow highlights dazzled across his neck.
Tsukasa catwalked out to mid stage, eyes widening as he opened his mouth to sing, as he always did. Every night, nonstop.
Tsukasa sang, danced, poured every ounce of energy into this performance. It was the biggest one of the year, with almost a million fans cheering and singing along inside the venue.
Among them, hidden in the cool shadows that blanketed the crowd, was the renowned Intruder: R., otherwise known as Rui Kamishiro. Cold face hidden by a black mask, gloves to hide the traces of fingerprints on any surface.
His stoic yellow eyes followed Tsukasa like a hawk watching its prey.
And the prey could feel it. Feel the eyes on his body, feel the only gaze that really mattered. His eyes darted around the venue before spotting him.
Did Rui always have to stare like that? Like he was going to leap up on stage and devour him whole right in front of a crowd? Apparently so. This was nearly every concert now, without any other expression radiating off those soulless eyes.
But Tsukasa was so into that.
He liked that he could feel Rui’s gaze raking him up and down, burning through the bodysuit and into his porcelain skin. And every bit of that gaze went right to Tsukasa’s crotch.
He faltered, his voice cracking a bit mid song (gods forbid a boy use autotune at a concert!). He covered it up by faking a mistake in his choreography, before raising his arm and twirling his finger in a circle.
And Rui disappeared.
Seems he got the message.
In approximately twelve minutes, the hacker would already be back in Tsukasa’s dressing room, waiting in the plush lounge chair that Tsukasa liked to sleep naked in. Perhaps that’s why Rui chose to sit there.
Right…
The intruder and the idol were fuckbuddies.
Ever since Rui hacked into a giveaway for a ticket to knock Tsukasa up for free, they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Tsukasa was grabby and whiny whenever Rui denied him his rewards, and Rui got frustrated whenever Tsukasa ended up deciding he was going to be bratty.
Fair, right?
It would be, if it weren’t for the fact Tsukasa had begun crushing on Rui.
He was fucked, needless to say. As an idol, he was already jeopardizing his career by having sex without his manager’s permission. But to be crushing hardcore on the guy who was banging him senselessly into his mattress every other night? Gods, he might as well just leave the idol industry already.
Finally, the concert came to a close, and Tsukasa said nothing to his staff before pushing everyone out of his way and rushing to his room. He opened the door, backed into the room, and shut it. He didn’t think he could look at Rui just yet.
Unfortunately for Tsukasa, Rui thought otherwise. Two gloved hands grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, pushing him against the wall.
“Ah—“ Tsukasa began, but he was cut off.
“Is this costume new? I like it. Latex, eh?” Rui replied, mouth hidden by the mask, per usual.
“It is new, yes. Do you think it’s okay to just grab people like that and make them look at you?”
“Yes.”
“Fair.”
Tsukasa looked into Rui’s eyes, which seemed to soften when he noticed the other boy’s gaze on him. Something about the way his eyes softened had Tsukasa wrung by the neck. Rui was just… so pretty.
“You made the sign,” Rui muttered, already pressing close and sniffing Tsukasa’s neck, as if making sure no one else had touched his prey.
“I did. Because you keep looking at me like your gaze alone is gonna fuck me stupid into the ground,” Tsukasa shot back.
“I could probably design a robot to do something like that for me,” hummed the violette, lifting Tsukasa up by the hips and slugging him over his shoulder, ignoring the whiny voice that scolded and commanded Rui to put down the smaller male.
Tsukasa felt his body hit the mattress, the topper dipping beneath his weight while he watched with interest as Rui took off his jacket and shirt, sunset orange eyes trailing down to his favorite part of Rui, other than his face (and his cock, but he wouldn’t admit that).
His tummy.
Rui was pudgy, probably due to the lack of actual food he ate other than meat. Veggies were not a part of the latter’s diet, hence he put on a few pounds.
But Tsukasa was so, so into it. Not the fact Rui was pudgy, more so the way it just made him appear softer, more docile than he actually was. Tsukasa would sometimes spend half an hour of what was supposed to be foreplay just laying on Rui’s soft tummy and basically purring as he clung to every lovely inch of his… friend? Sure.
It was less of a fetish than it was a sweet, innocent appreciation. A reminder that Rui was beautiful no matter what, and most of all, a reminder of the fact Tsukasa really didn’t give a damn about his body. That he liked Rui regardless of the pudgy tummy, regardless of the chubby thighs.
Sometimes Rui got a little too excited whenever Tsukasa would call him a pretty boy. Those nights usually ended up with approximately four rounds of nonstop, rough, unadulterated sex that just never ended. Not until Rui couldn’t keep going anymore.
Back to the present, Rui had finally shed every piece of clothing he could get his hands on.
Except the mask.
Rui never took off his mask — Tsukasa didn’t know why, but he never cared enough to ask. He sort of had a thing for the hidden identity stuff.
Rui’s hands slid to Tsukasa’s neck, thumbs brushing over the blond’s throat before squeezing
Tsukasa whimpered so very softly, slender hands coming up to rest on Rui’s wrists. His legs hooked over the hacker’s hips, pulling him in closer, one hand sliding down to undo the zipper that began so teasingly at his lower belly, the fabric parting to expose Tsukasa’s well cared for, glistening folds.
Rui’s grip faltered upon seeing Tsukasa’s cunt, but he snapped out of it and continued to choke him out as one hand found a few tufts of blond hair and tugged, resulting in a whiney moan from the idol.
“Whore,” Rui grumbled, pulling up the other boy by his hair and letting go of his throat. Tsukasa drooled shamelessly with a whorish smile on his face, looking drunk.
“That’s me~” he purred, before pushing Rui back, onto his back, straddling him.
And as if tonight couldn’t get any better, Tsukasa was soon straddling Rui’s face.
“Is this what you’ve been planning all night long?” Grumbled the hacker, hands coming to rest on the idol’s thighs. The blond resisted against his grip, denying Rui what he teased him with.
“Can you beg? Pretty please, I’ve always wanted to try and be the bigger person in bed,” whined Tsukasa. Rui rolled his eyes.
“I don’t beg.”
Tsukasa pouted, and started moving to get off, if it wasn’t for Rui holding him in place.
“Stop being a brat, Tsukasa. It’s not like you’re going to get me to take this off anyways. You know that… Right?” Rui slid his hand up to hold Tsukasa’s waist.
“I am not being a brat. I’m horny and you’re not even trying to fulfill my expectations! I should find someone else’s cock to suck, someone else I can call my big boy~”
Big boy? Rui swore he was dreaming. Maybe having a nightmare. Maybe a little bit of both.
“You… You’re not getting me to beg. I don’t beg,” Rui insists.
“Then you won’t get anything from me tonight.”
“Weren’t you the one who made the signal because you got turned on just by me watching you?”
“Not relevant.”
“Sort of is.”
“You’re not getting anything from me tonight.”
Rui’s eyes narrowed. He pushes Tsukasa off of him and turns him over, resulting in a yelp from the blond. He yanks both hands behind Tsukasa’s back, locking his wrists together with one hand.
“The fuck are you doing? I said you’re n-n—RUI!”
Whack.
A red handprint slowly but surely formed on the porcelain cheek of Tsukasa’s ass, the sting only making it more obvious.
“May I remind you that brats get what brats deserve?” Huffed the hacker.
Whack.
Tsukasa yelped out, eyes snapping shut as Rui’s hand cracked against the other cheek.
“Stop being such a jerk, Rui, I can expose your identity any se—gh..hhaah!”
Another spank.
Then a fourth, then a fifth.
The spanking continued until Rui counted about eighty hits, forty on each cheek. By the end of it, Tsukasa’s cunt might as well have turned into a leaky faucet. There was an unholy amount of slick, some of it even dripped onto his pretty pink sheets.
“If you insist on not letting me touch you, then I want you to touch yourself,” Rui commanded.
“E..ah..nnm…easy enough,” Tsukasa moaned, still out of it from the numerous minutes of spanking.
“I want to watch.”
“EH?!”
“Come on, it’s not that bad. Just pretend I’m not even there.”
“…F-fine.”
Tsukasa sits up, albeit wavering in the middle of it due to how weak his knees were. He rolled onto his back and reached into a drawer, only for his hand to be slapped away by Rui.
“No toys.”
Pouting, Tsukasa huffed, spreading his milky thighs. Two slender fingers slipped down and dipped between his labia, circling his clit a few times before finding his hole, tracing the pink and puckered rim with his middle finger before pushing it inside. There was no initial reaction, other than a slight wince.
He pumped his finger in and out slowly, every reappearance of the digit including more and more slick. He used said slick to lube up his ring finger, sliding it inside as well. Now he had two fingers scissoring his hole open, making the blond bite his lip.
Rui’s eyes never left Tsukasa’s cunt, and maybe that’s why Tsukasa was so eager to cum. He liked being watched, to his own surprise.
He used his free hand to rub his clit as he fingered himself, curling both digits against the bundle of nerves that made him yelp with pleasure. The worst part of it all?
Rui was getting hard.
And fast.
Tsukasa felt a wave of slick gush out upon the initial impression the growing boner made on his mind. Rui paid zero mind to it, per usual. His yellow eyes only cared for one thing, and that was Tsukasa’s fingers doctoring up his cunt.
“Pervert,” Tsukasa whined, to which Rui didn’t reply.
Pouting, he stopped, closing his legs and walking over to the hacker. The idol sat down on his thighs and frowned, resting his head on Rui’s chest. The violette merely stared down at him, gaze unmoving.
“Rui… Please, my fingers just aren’t enough…”
“Should have thought about that before you started talking back to me,” grumbled the taller male.
“I…”
“You?”
“I’m sorry, Rui…”
“Good boy.”
Rui’s hands slid around Tsukasa’s waist, setting him up properly in his lap. Clearly, the blond was already stretched out.
“H-hey, wait, no— just do it on the bed, Rui. Don’t mess up my nice chair!”
“You sleep naked in it.”
“I don’t fuck cute boys in it.”
Rui rolled his eyes before scooping Tsukasa up and laying him down on the bed, the mattress sinking under their combined weight. Rui looked down, grasping his already aching cock and tracing the rim of Tsukasa’s puckered hole with the tip, smearing his precum all over it.
“How are you possibly this wet? I barely did anything except spank you.”
“Shut up and put it in. I’ll tell you later.”
Rolling his eyes, Rui slipped the head past Tsukasa’s entrance, making the blond shudder with pleasure and prop himself up onto his elbows. His messy hair fell into his eyes, only to be pushed back out by Rui, who used the intimate touch as a way to distract Tsukasa from the fact he was about to slam all the way inside.
And that’s just what he did.
From tip to the very bottom of the base, Rui was sheathed inside Japan’s favorite idol once more. He bottomed out, letting out a soft sigh as he pressed his body against Tsukasa, who drew soft lines up and down Rui’s back with his perfectly manicured nails.
Tsukasa’s fingers tangled into Rui’s hair, looking down at the latter and smirking, which only made Rui feel more sexually frustrated. He took no time to begin to slam into Tsukasa, his tip already reaching far into the tight channel that was the idol’s in search of his cervix.
Tsukasa threw his head back, fingers still tangled in Rui’s soft purple hair. He tugged on it a little, his legs wrapping around the hacker’s waist as he was pounded into the mattress.
Rui lifted his mask from the bottom just enough so that he could sink his teeth into Tsukasa’s neck, growling carnally as he pulled the idol into a mating press and began to rut into him like an animal. Tsukasa was jostled back and forth, body rocking with Rui’s hips.
The bed groaned under the movement, the frame beginning to wiggle back and forth with every rough, calculated thrust.
Tsukasa whines, heels digging into Rui’s tailbone so hard they would leave bruises in the morning. He clawed at the violette’s back, leaving red marks longer than his forearms all up and down Rui’s skin.
“Rui, I love you,” croaked Tsukasa. Somehow, the thrusts became impossibly rougher. Seems that was the only answer he needed before continuing.
“I love you… Oh— ah ♡ I love you… I love you, Rui… Ru—ui… ♡!”
“Say it again,” Rui growled, panting roughly. Tsukasa could tell he was having a hard time breathing because of the mask. He slowly moved to take it off, and this time, Rui didn’t resist. He let it happen.
The fabric came off and tender skin was revealed, as well as the softest, most kissable lips Tsukasa had ever laid eyes on. They hung open with every drooling pant Rui produced, barely even caring about the lack of cloth on his face. He was so drunk on those three words Tsukasa kept saying.
“I l—love… love… love you, Rui!” Tsukasa whined, the hacker’s tip finally slamming directly into his cervix. The idol saw stars, vision turning white.
“I love you too, Tsukasa-kun… fuck, I love you. Ever… ngh… ever since you took off your clothes for the first time… Even… gh— tight… even if it’s something you’re paid to do… I… I fell for it. Your body, I mean… It pulled me in too deep… It was just the beginning of… whatever this is.”
“Basically friends wi-i-th… b-benefits… ♡” Tsukasa finished for him, arms wrapping around Rui’s neck.
“Y-yeah. Whatever you want to call it.”
Rui lifted one of Tsukasa’s legs and rolled onto his side, doing the same to Tsukasa so he was behind him and fucking him from behind, still holding that leg up high. The new angle made Tsukasa gag with pleasure, eyes rolling back into his head.
“Fuck! R-right.. ah…~ Right there, Rui… sh—shit…” The idol bit his lip and gripped the sheets for dear life, cunt gushing with slick that only helped Rui get deeper inside.
“Turn your head towards me,” commanded Rui, and Tsukasa obeyed almost robotically, head quickly swiveling towards the other male. Not a second went by before Rui had him on his stomach, laying on top of his back, forcing his head to turn as he smushed their lips together.
As messy as the kiss was, it was a lovely kiss. A perfect kiss. Tsukasa’s first kiss. Sure, lots of men got in his pants, but he had a very strict “no kissing” rule. Rui was the first, and only, one to break it.
And honestly? Tsukasa was into rule breakers.
♡ ♡ ♡
Needless to say, the two couldn’t be pried off each other for hours. It was one of those nights. Now Rui had Tsukasa curled up, head on his stomach, like he usually did after sex. Only this time, mumbling stupid sappy things you’d only hear in a corny romance novel.
“Ruru… Can you please sing for me some time and come on stage with me as a special, anonymous guest~? Pleeeease?” He begged, looking up at his now boyfriend with those ridiculous puppy eyes, the same ones Rui refused to admit always got him.
“…Fine. As long as you don’t get all touchy with me up there. That’s reserved for this room only.”
“Got it, boss~”
Rui moved down to eye level with his boyfriend, now fully submerged under the blankets. He kissed him softly, with purpose. With a gentle touch, one that Tsukasa hadn’t felt before.
And fuck, he was so looking forward to quitting this shitty job so he could have this stupid hunk of perfection all to himself.