[Challenge][Ava]Cosplayers only
Title: Cosplayers only
Author: elfling_eryn
Chapter: 1/1
Fandom: J-Rock/Visual Kei
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: crack, nudity in public place, public indecency on a balcony, voyeurism
Prompt:
Pairing: Shinya/Die, Shinya/Die/Tora, implied Kyo/Kaoru, Nao/Shou/Hiroto
Summary: Shinya and Die like to go to Harajuku on Sundays.
Note: I feel a little insecure. Be nice, okay?
It was a bright Sunday when Shinya walked down the streets of Harajuku. And like every Sunday he didn't wear streets clothes. No, he was going to the bridge and thus he was not Shinya the drummer of Dir en Grey today, but Shinshin the Shinya-Cosplayer.
And even though Kaoru kept telling them they shouldn't do this, should not take one of their older costumes to go there, should not pretend to not know anything about themselves they still went.
Them, that was not only Shinya, but also his lover Die.
Today they were a nice crossover, at least in Shinya's mind.
He wore his Saku outfit, sweating lightly under the spring sun. He was quite happy that the top of his shirt was undone.
Die hadn't had that much luck, but he had promised Shin to let his outfit today. So now he couldn't complain as he walked a step behind the drummer, sweating heavily in his black leather costume. It was one of the older once, he couldn't remember when it was made. But he was wondering how he had liked this that days. The thing was tight and clingy and sweaty and the mask was restricting his breath, the high platforms making him walk slowly, carefully. Somewhere Shinya had even found a bright red wig, making his head itch. But he knew better then to scratch his head.
They had put a lot of effort into dressing him up today, so his master wouldn't be happy if he ruined it before they got to the bridge.
Around his neck there was a small addition, the only thing that helped him survive this situation. It was a collar on which Shinya had fastened a leash that the drummer used to lead him around.
When they finally reached the bridge Die was panting harshly, wiping his forehead with a small towel they had talked with them. But as soon as they reached their friends all the trouble was forgotten. After all there were rarely guys with such complex costumes.
Two of their closer friends, a Ruki and a Reita, were the only ones who dared tease him about the leash, but the guitarist didn't care. Reirei, too, wore a nice collar around his neck. Around here this was not common, but also no big surprise.
Quickly the day passed by, spend with talking and laughing and posing. And as usual Shinya and Die inwardly laughed at the other's ideas of their band's life. And even though they argued about who was top when it came to Kyo and Kaoru it was always under the pretense of fanfiction. It was funny to see their reaction when they told them, that it was Kyo being the gentle lover for Kao, and that Toshiya really only wanted to be a kitty.
When the evening drew near the group didn't separate. Like every three months there was a 'Cosplayers Only' party in a local club. And like every time their group would just go directly from the bridge.
They had to move slow today, for not only Die, but also Ru-chan wore clothes which didn't allow him to move fast.
Because of that the party was already on when they reached the club, being allowed inside easily.
As soon as they were inside though their group separated, for Ru-chan pulled her Reirei over to a group, where some other Gazette-cosplayers already sat and chatted. They were laughing at a Reita whose nose band had gotten snatched, the group doing their best not to hand it back.
Shinya merely chuckled at that, leading Die to the counter, having him sit down as he stayed standing in front of him. He quickly ordered himself a drink and a water for Die, kissing his cheek.
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In the very back of the club sat a lonely figure, wearing plain black pants along with a white button-up and a striped tie. And even though he looked like he belonged here, he didn't feel like it. He was only here because his friends had demanded it. But they had already wandered off. Hiroto had drug Shou and Nao to the dance floor, Saga had claimed to have spotted someone familiar and moved to the Gazette-group.
Which left only him, Tora, to sit here, in a dimly lit booth, a drink in front of him as he watched the Cosplayers around him.
Those guys always made him uneasy, especially when he was amongst them. It made him wonder if the others were Cosplayers, or like him the real ones.
Suddenly the door opened to let a new group inside. Quickly Tora looked them over, immediately recognizing the Reita and Ruki as fake ones before giving the other two a look over. It took a little for him to place exactly where he had seen the costumes last time. But when he recognized them he shivered. He hadn't seen the members of Dir en Grey in a whole long time. And the memories of their last encounter still gave him the strangest dreams.
Nonetheless he couldn't help but keep his eyes focused on the two figures. Especially the way the guitarist was lead around made him shiver, wondering what Shinya had to put in his drink. Because, even though there were some Dir en Grey cosplayers around, the two at the counter had a certain presence.
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It wasn't long after they had gotten their drinks when Shinya and Die felt the imploring eyes on them. Of course they were used to being watched, but this stare had a certain something to them they couldn't place. It was strangely familiar, but when Shinya looked around the room it took him a while to find the dark figure sitting in the back of the club. But as soon as he saw him he smirked, turning to whisper something to Die's ear. It made him chuckle when he saw Tora look away quickly, and wasn't that even a soft blush on his cheeks?
Die grinned behind his mask, leaning closer to Shinya with a soft purr when his master stroked his neck softly.
"What should we do, Shinya-sama?", he asked, closing his eyes as he relaxed.
"Well, I think it's only polite to go greet the kitty, isn't it?", Shinya replied smugly. Then he took his drink into one hand, the other still holding the leash as he lead the guitarist across the room.
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Tora had hoped to go unseen, hoped the surrounding darkness would swallow him whole. But sadly they noticed, and when Shinya's gaze met his he could do nothing but look down, fidgeting with his drink.
He didn't dare look up again, thus he didn't notice the two coming over before it was to late and they were actually standing in front of the booth.
"Hello, kitty", Shinya greeted, flopping into the booth next to Tora. He sat his drink on the table, pulling Die closer before making him sit on the floor.
But Tora noticed that, now that he was kneeling there, the red-haired seemed to be a lot more relaxed then when he was sitting at the bar.
"H-Hello Shinya-san", Tora hesitantly replied, not looking up at the other but focusing on the drink in front of him.
"How have you been?", the drummer asked while running one hand through Die's 'hair', making the taller one mewl and lean against his leg.
"Fine...", Tora replied. He couldn't believe Shinya was making idle conversation while Die kneeled on the floor in front of him. It wasn't like Tora hadn't seen the scene before, no, far from it. But it had never been in such a 'normal' environment, never in a semi-public place. No, it had been in the darkness of the drummer's apartment. In the living room or the bedroom, the place Tora visited every now and them, when one of the darker urges took hold of him. He went there at nights, where he didn't want to be strong, where he wanted to leave the tiger behind and become the young, innocent man he had been a long long while ago.
Never had he met either of them in such a surrounding, and that made him even more uneasy then he already was. Again he took a sip of his drink, choking when Shinya spoke up again.
"Such a cute little kitty, but isn't he rude, pet? Not asking how we've been..We should punish him, shouldn't we?"
And his eyes widened in shock when he saw the glee in Die's eyes as he nodded.
"I'm...I'm sorry, Shinya-san", the black-haired spoke up quickly, looking down at the floor.
"I...uhm...how have you been?", he asked, trying to make up for his mistake.
Shinya chuckled, shaking his head.
"Quite busy. But that won't help you any more, kitty-chan. You made a mistake and when I point it out you don't even address me appropriately or thank me for it", the drummer chastised, loving the way Tora flinched at that.
"Now, what did you want to say again, kitty?"
Tora whimpered some. It was obvious what Shinya wanted. But should he really? Here? Where everyone could see? Where his band mates were close by to see his defeat?
The look in Shinya's eyes made it clear: Yes, he should do it. Or else he'd be in big shit whenever he went to see them next time. If there would ever be a next time.
So instead of refusing he sighed, moving to kneel in front of Shinya right next to Die. He wanted to slap the other for the chesire grin most likely portrayed on the other's well hidden features.
But he did none of that, knowing the guitarist stood much higher in the master's favor.
"I apologize for my disrespectful behavior, Shinya-sama. May I ask how you have been since I last had the pleasure to visit you?", the younger asked, bowing some.
Shinya grinned, reaching out to pet the big kitten's hair softly.
"Good kitty, you're learning. I've been quite well", he said, smirking when he saw the flash of jealousy in Die's eyes when he ignored the other for a moment.
They sat in silence like that a little, Shinya sipping his drink thoughtfully, Die having unlatched the mask partly so he could empty his glass of water, too, and even Tora had been allowed to have his drink.
After a little while, though, Shinya got bored of it, wanting to do so much more now that he had both his little pets around.
"I think we should go home, shouldn't we?", he asked the two.
But while Die nodded eagerly, already about to stand again Tora didn't reply. The guitarist of alice nine didn't know what to do, didn't even know if the question was directed at him.
The annoyed huff that fell from the drummer's lips answered the question to him.
"Answer me, kitty, should the three of us go home together?", the blond asked seriously.
And even though he was insecure Tora nodded.
In one smooth motion Shinya stood then, using Tora's tie as an impromptu leash, waiting for both of them to stand before he lead them from the club.
The ride home didn't take long, but for Tora it felt like forever as Shinya dragged him around on his tie. Die didn't seem to have those problems, but he was dressed up a lot more than he was.
Finally they stood in front of the familiar door. But instead of opening the door like Tora had hoped for Shinya turned to face him, smiling sweetly. That didn't fool the dark-haired guitarist, but even though he had been with the two other man already he hadn't been prepared for Shinya's next order.
"Strip, kitty"
"WHAT?", Tora all but shouted, gaping at the drummer, whose face now darkened.
"I said, you should strip", he ordered again, letting go of Die's leash, focusing his whole attention on the trembling guitarist in front of him.
"But...but...", he stammered, backing away slowly until his back connected with the wall.
"But what, kitty?"
"but...we're...we're outside...what if someone walks by?", he asked, blushing.
"Well, the longer you take the more likely this'll become. And if someone indeed walks by he'll see something nice", Shinya replied, chuckling darkly.
"Now undress. Or should I let Die rip the fabric off your body?"
At that idea Tora quickly shook his head.
"No, Shinya-sama", he said, hanging his head as he pulled off the tie before unbuttoning his shirt. The guitarist shivered as cool air hit his skin. Then he knelt down, taking off his shoes and socks before standing back up. All the time he could feel their eyes on him.
With trembling hands he now unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, revealing not only his lack of underwear but also that he hadn't gone unaffected at all. That made him blush even harder, especially since he could her Die mewl from behind Shinya.
"Such a naughty kitty", the drummer said, moving to stand in front of Tora. And even though he looked up into the other eyes it felt like the other was hovering over him as he ran his hands down the tiger's chest.
"Getting off at being shown like that", the drummer drawled, letting his hands stroke the other's sides softly, teasingly.
"Maybe I should draw this out a little more, ne? Would you like that, kitty-chan? Staying out here longer, completely nude, shown of to whoever walks by?", Shinya asked, smirking as he heard Tora groan softly at that. He leaned forward slightly, letting his breath ghost over his pet's ear.
"You'd like that very much, wouldn't you? Showing everyone what good a pet you are, doing what I tell you. Oh and the things I could do to you", he went on, nibbling along the other's neck, hands ghosting across Tora's stomach now, teasing the guitarist with how close he was to his arousal. All the while the drummer reveled in the other's whimpers and held back moans.
Suddenly Shinya felt something, or better someone, lean against his leg, rubbing his head against his hip. Smiling he let one hand drop to stroke Die's head some before he tightened his grip and turned to look at the other sternly.
"Patience, pet", he said sternly, before pulling the other up into a kiss. "Patience will be rewarded...Go inside and get me the kitty's leash and collar", he ordered. "And bring a blindfold, too", he added in a hushed voice, pinching Tora's nipple absently so the guitarist didn't hear the last part.
Obediently Die moved inside, leaving a trembling Tora behind.
The dark-haired guitarist really hoped it was over now, that he could go inside. Because even though he couldn't deny he loved what the other did to him he didn't want anyone to know about it. But the mischievous glint in Shinya's eyes proved him otherwise.
"I'll give you, what you want, kitty-chan. You'll get exactly what you need", the drummer cooed, stroking Tora's hair softly while his lips ghosted over the other's neck.
Somehow this relaxed the guitarist. Knowing that Shinya took care of him, made sure he was okay.
A few moments later Die returned, leaving the door open as he offered the items to Shinya.
"Good boy", the drummer praised, petting the other's head some. Then he took the items from the red-haired.
"Now get inside Die and wait for us. Take the kitty's clothes with you and leave the door open", Shinya ordered before turning back around.
Tora trembled when he saw the items now resting in Shinya's hands, and it didn't take more than a stern look to make him sink to his knees in front of the other.
This earned him a soft petting, too, before his master put the collar and leash on him. Seriously the drummer looked down at the nude one now, holding out the blindfold.
"Are you ready, kitty", he asked. And when Tora hesitantly nodded Shinya smiled, wrapping the black cloth around the other's head.
"Follow me, kitty", the drummer ordered, taking the leash and starting to lead Tora down the corridor, away from the door.
And even though he was embarrassed to no end Tora couldn't help the arousal coursing through his system, making him mewl softly.
Soon they were turning, heading back some before changing directions again for a while, turning around and heading in the direction of Shinya's apartment, passing by the door to go on a little longer before turning once more...
like that it continued for a little while, until Tora had forgotten where he was, where the door was. He was simply fixed on keeping up with Shinya, the arousal fogging his mind thickly not helping much to help him concentrate.
But finally they turned 90 degree, moving through a door frame, which Tora only realized because said door was locked firmly behind him. But the guitarist only trembled when he was made to stop long enough for Shinya to take off his shoes.
"Patience, little kitty", the drummer chuckled before leading him further into the apartment, through the rooms and...and out again. Tora groaned when cold air hit him and he felt the rough concrete of the other's balcony under his hands and knees.
He was slightly startled when this groan was answered by an other one, but then he remembered that Die should be around somewhere and without hesitation he moved in the direction where he had heard the groan come from. Luckily Shinya decided not to stop him. Instead he followed him, crushing his lips to Die's in a hungry kiss.
Said guitarist's hands meanwhile reached down for Tora's head, pulling the younger one closer.
And Tora all to easily obeyed, letting himself be pressed against Die's crotch...Die's naked crotch.
A moan fell from his mouth when he felt the other's erection bump into his cheek. But uncaring of his hunger he knew better than to go for it. Shinya hadn't given permission yet.
A needy whimper fell from Die's hips when all he got was teasing breath on his cock, which made Shinya chuckle darkly.
"I think we all waited enough for tonight. Give him what he wants, kitty-chan", the drummer ordered, kissing Die one last time to swallow the other's moan when skilled lips wrapped around the red-haired's cock.
Then the drummer moved back a little, leaning against the wall to watch the scene in front of him.
And what a sight it was. Die, still dressed in his costume with only his pants undone leaned against the wall, eyes closed and hand buried in black hair as his hips thrust into the naked kitty's eagerly bobbing mouth.
Quickly Shinya dropped his hand to his pants, undoing them to slip his hand inside, groaning as his hand wrapped around his cock.
That groan alerted the two guitarists of what happened across from them, spurring them on even more. They both knew how much Shinya enjoyed a good show.
It didn't take long until all three of them were panting, neither wanting to give in first and win the race to heaven. Because the journey was better than the aftermath.
It was Die who gave in first, no longer able to resist the sensation of Tora's skilled mouth on his cock and Shinya's dark lust-filled eyes on his body.
When the salty fluid filled his mouth the younger guitarist groaned, trembling some when Die pulled him up and started to jerk him off. Only a few tugs did it take to also bring Tora to his release, long moan falling from his lips as he rode out of orgasm, slumping against the other guitarist afterwards.
Shinya was the last one to give in, the sight of both his lovers in their post orgasmic bliss doing the trick for him.
Not soon after the three of them had come down from their high, making a beeline to the bed, flopping down on it, yawning.
Languidly they shed the rest of their clothes, not caring about make up or done up hair. Die only managed to pull of the wig before he slumped down again, pulling Tora tightly against him, snuggling. Meanwhile Shinya laid on the other side of the tired youngster, laying one arm over both the other, happy to have both of them with him for once.
Author: elfling_eryn
Chapter: 1/1
Fandom: J-Rock/Visual Kei
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: crack, nudity in public place, public indecency on a balcony, voyeurism
Prompt:
Pairing: Shinya/Die, Shinya/Die/Tora, implied Kyo/Kaoru, Nao/Shou/Hiroto
Summary: Shinya and Die like to go to Harajuku on Sundays.
Note: I feel a little insecure. Be nice, okay?
It was a bright Sunday when Shinya walked down the streets of Harajuku. And like every Sunday he didn't wear streets clothes. No, he was going to the bridge and thus he was not Shinya the drummer of Dir en Grey today, but Shinshin the Shinya-Cosplayer.
And even though Kaoru kept telling them they shouldn't do this, should not take one of their older costumes to go there, should not pretend to not know anything about themselves they still went.
Them, that was not only Shinya, but also his lover Die.
Today they were a nice crossover, at least in Shinya's mind.
He wore his Saku outfit, sweating lightly under the spring sun. He was quite happy that the top of his shirt was undone.
Die hadn't had that much luck, but he had promised Shin to let his outfit today. So now he couldn't complain as he walked a step behind the drummer, sweating heavily in his black leather costume. It was one of the older once, he couldn't remember when it was made. But he was wondering how he had liked this that days. The thing was tight and clingy and sweaty and the mask was restricting his breath, the high platforms making him walk slowly, carefully. Somewhere Shinya had even found a bright red wig, making his head itch. But he knew better then to scratch his head.
They had put a lot of effort into dressing him up today, so his master wouldn't be happy if he ruined it before they got to the bridge.
Around his neck there was a small addition, the only thing that helped him survive this situation. It was a collar on which Shinya had fastened a leash that the drummer used to lead him around.
When they finally reached the bridge Die was panting harshly, wiping his forehead with a small towel they had talked with them. But as soon as they reached their friends all the trouble was forgotten. After all there were rarely guys with such complex costumes.
Two of their closer friends, a Ruki and a Reita, were the only ones who dared tease him about the leash, but the guitarist didn't care. Reirei, too, wore a nice collar around his neck. Around here this was not common, but also no big surprise.
Quickly the day passed by, spend with talking and laughing and posing. And as usual Shinya and Die inwardly laughed at the other's ideas of their band's life. And even though they argued about who was top when it came to Kyo and Kaoru it was always under the pretense of fanfiction. It was funny to see their reaction when they told them, that it was Kyo being the gentle lover for Kao, and that Toshiya really only wanted to be a kitty.
When the evening drew near the group didn't separate. Like every three months there was a 'Cosplayers Only' party in a local club. And like every time their group would just go directly from the bridge.
They had to move slow today, for not only Die, but also Ru-chan wore clothes which didn't allow him to move fast.
Because of that the party was already on when they reached the club, being allowed inside easily.
As soon as they were inside though their group separated, for Ru-chan pulled her Reirei over to a group, where some other Gazette-cosplayers already sat and chatted. They were laughing at a Reita whose nose band had gotten snatched, the group doing their best not to hand it back.
Shinya merely chuckled at that, leading Die to the counter, having him sit down as he stayed standing in front of him. He quickly ordered himself a drink and a water for Die, kissing his cheek.
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In the very back of the club sat a lonely figure, wearing plain black pants along with a white button-up and a striped tie. And even though he looked like he belonged here, he didn't feel like it. He was only here because his friends had demanded it. But they had already wandered off. Hiroto had drug Shou and Nao to the dance floor, Saga had claimed to have spotted someone familiar and moved to the Gazette-group.
Which left only him, Tora, to sit here, in a dimly lit booth, a drink in front of him as he watched the Cosplayers around him.
Those guys always made him uneasy, especially when he was amongst them. It made him wonder if the others were Cosplayers, or like him the real ones.
Suddenly the door opened to let a new group inside. Quickly Tora looked them over, immediately recognizing the Reita and Ruki as fake ones before giving the other two a look over. It took a little for him to place exactly where he had seen the costumes last time. But when he recognized them he shivered. He hadn't seen the members of Dir en Grey in a whole long time. And the memories of their last encounter still gave him the strangest dreams.
Nonetheless he couldn't help but keep his eyes focused on the two figures. Especially the way the guitarist was lead around made him shiver, wondering what Shinya had to put in his drink. Because, even though there were some Dir en Grey cosplayers around, the two at the counter had a certain presence.
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It wasn't long after they had gotten their drinks when Shinya and Die felt the imploring eyes on them. Of course they were used to being watched, but this stare had a certain something to them they couldn't place. It was strangely familiar, but when Shinya looked around the room it took him a while to find the dark figure sitting in the back of the club. But as soon as he saw him he smirked, turning to whisper something to Die's ear. It made him chuckle when he saw Tora look away quickly, and wasn't that even a soft blush on his cheeks?
Die grinned behind his mask, leaning closer to Shinya with a soft purr when his master stroked his neck softly.
"What should we do, Shinya-sama?", he asked, closing his eyes as he relaxed.
"Well, I think it's only polite to go greet the kitty, isn't it?", Shinya replied smugly. Then he took his drink into one hand, the other still holding the leash as he lead the guitarist across the room.
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Tora had hoped to go unseen, hoped the surrounding darkness would swallow him whole. But sadly they noticed, and when Shinya's gaze met his he could do nothing but look down, fidgeting with his drink.
He didn't dare look up again, thus he didn't notice the two coming over before it was to late and they were actually standing in front of the booth.
"Hello, kitty", Shinya greeted, flopping into the booth next to Tora. He sat his drink on the table, pulling Die closer before making him sit on the floor.
But Tora noticed that, now that he was kneeling there, the red-haired seemed to be a lot more relaxed then when he was sitting at the bar.
"H-Hello Shinya-san", Tora hesitantly replied, not looking up at the other but focusing on the drink in front of him.
"How have you been?", the drummer asked while running one hand through Die's 'hair', making the taller one mewl and lean against his leg.
"Fine...", Tora replied. He couldn't believe Shinya was making idle conversation while Die kneeled on the floor in front of him. It wasn't like Tora hadn't seen the scene before, no, far from it. But it had never been in such a 'normal' environment, never in a semi-public place. No, it had been in the darkness of the drummer's apartment. In the living room or the bedroom, the place Tora visited every now and them, when one of the darker urges took hold of him. He went there at nights, where he didn't want to be strong, where he wanted to leave the tiger behind and become the young, innocent man he had been a long long while ago.
Never had he met either of them in such a surrounding, and that made him even more uneasy then he already was. Again he took a sip of his drink, choking when Shinya spoke up again.
"Such a cute little kitty, but isn't he rude, pet? Not asking how we've been..We should punish him, shouldn't we?"
And his eyes widened in shock when he saw the glee in Die's eyes as he nodded.
"I'm...I'm sorry, Shinya-san", the black-haired spoke up quickly, looking down at the floor.
"I...uhm...how have you been?", he asked, trying to make up for his mistake.
Shinya chuckled, shaking his head.
"Quite busy. But that won't help you any more, kitty-chan. You made a mistake and when I point it out you don't even address me appropriately or thank me for it", the drummer chastised, loving the way Tora flinched at that.
"Now, what did you want to say again, kitty?"
Tora whimpered some. It was obvious what Shinya wanted. But should he really? Here? Where everyone could see? Where his band mates were close by to see his defeat?
The look in Shinya's eyes made it clear: Yes, he should do it. Or else he'd be in big shit whenever he went to see them next time. If there would ever be a next time.
So instead of refusing he sighed, moving to kneel in front of Shinya right next to Die. He wanted to slap the other for the chesire grin most likely portrayed on the other's well hidden features.
But he did none of that, knowing the guitarist stood much higher in the master's favor.
"I apologize for my disrespectful behavior, Shinya-sama. May I ask how you have been since I last had the pleasure to visit you?", the younger asked, bowing some.
Shinya grinned, reaching out to pet the big kitten's hair softly.
"Good kitty, you're learning. I've been quite well", he said, smirking when he saw the flash of jealousy in Die's eyes when he ignored the other for a moment.
They sat in silence like that a little, Shinya sipping his drink thoughtfully, Die having unlatched the mask partly so he could empty his glass of water, too, and even Tora had been allowed to have his drink.
After a little while, though, Shinya got bored of it, wanting to do so much more now that he had both his little pets around.
"I think we should go home, shouldn't we?", he asked the two.
But while Die nodded eagerly, already about to stand again Tora didn't reply. The guitarist of alice nine didn't know what to do, didn't even know if the question was directed at him.
The annoyed huff that fell from the drummer's lips answered the question to him.
"Answer me, kitty, should the three of us go home together?", the blond asked seriously.
And even though he was insecure Tora nodded.
In one smooth motion Shinya stood then, using Tora's tie as an impromptu leash, waiting for both of them to stand before he lead them from the club.
The ride home didn't take long, but for Tora it felt like forever as Shinya dragged him around on his tie. Die didn't seem to have those problems, but he was dressed up a lot more than he was.
Finally they stood in front of the familiar door. But instead of opening the door like Tora had hoped for Shinya turned to face him, smiling sweetly. That didn't fool the dark-haired guitarist, but even though he had been with the two other man already he hadn't been prepared for Shinya's next order.
"Strip, kitty"
"WHAT?", Tora all but shouted, gaping at the drummer, whose face now darkened.
"I said, you should strip", he ordered again, letting go of Die's leash, focusing his whole attention on the trembling guitarist in front of him.
"But...but...", he stammered, backing away slowly until his back connected with the wall.
"But what, kitty?"
"but...we're...we're outside...what if someone walks by?", he asked, blushing.
"Well, the longer you take the more likely this'll become. And if someone indeed walks by he'll see something nice", Shinya replied, chuckling darkly.
"Now undress. Or should I let Die rip the fabric off your body?"
At that idea Tora quickly shook his head.
"No, Shinya-sama", he said, hanging his head as he pulled off the tie before unbuttoning his shirt. The guitarist shivered as cool air hit his skin. Then he knelt down, taking off his shoes and socks before standing back up. All the time he could feel their eyes on him.
With trembling hands he now unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, revealing not only his lack of underwear but also that he hadn't gone unaffected at all. That made him blush even harder, especially since he could her Die mewl from behind Shinya.
"Such a naughty kitty", the drummer said, moving to stand in front of Tora. And even though he looked up into the other eyes it felt like the other was hovering over him as he ran his hands down the tiger's chest.
"Getting off at being shown like that", the drummer drawled, letting his hands stroke the other's sides softly, teasingly.
"Maybe I should draw this out a little more, ne? Would you like that, kitty-chan? Staying out here longer, completely nude, shown of to whoever walks by?", Shinya asked, smirking as he heard Tora groan softly at that. He leaned forward slightly, letting his breath ghost over his pet's ear.
"You'd like that very much, wouldn't you? Showing everyone what good a pet you are, doing what I tell you. Oh and the things I could do to you", he went on, nibbling along the other's neck, hands ghosting across Tora's stomach now, teasing the guitarist with how close he was to his arousal. All the while the drummer reveled in the other's whimpers and held back moans.
Suddenly Shinya felt something, or better someone, lean against his leg, rubbing his head against his hip. Smiling he let one hand drop to stroke Die's head some before he tightened his grip and turned to look at the other sternly.
"Patience, pet", he said sternly, before pulling the other up into a kiss. "Patience will be rewarded...Go inside and get me the kitty's leash and collar", he ordered. "And bring a blindfold, too", he added in a hushed voice, pinching Tora's nipple absently so the guitarist didn't hear the last part.
Obediently Die moved inside, leaving a trembling Tora behind.
The dark-haired guitarist really hoped it was over now, that he could go inside. Because even though he couldn't deny he loved what the other did to him he didn't want anyone to know about it. But the mischievous glint in Shinya's eyes proved him otherwise.
"I'll give you, what you want, kitty-chan. You'll get exactly what you need", the drummer cooed, stroking Tora's hair softly while his lips ghosted over the other's neck.
Somehow this relaxed the guitarist. Knowing that Shinya took care of him, made sure he was okay.
A few moments later Die returned, leaving the door open as he offered the items to Shinya.
"Good boy", the drummer praised, petting the other's head some. Then he took the items from the red-haired.
"Now get inside Die and wait for us. Take the kitty's clothes with you and leave the door open", Shinya ordered before turning back around.
Tora trembled when he saw the items now resting in Shinya's hands, and it didn't take more than a stern look to make him sink to his knees in front of the other.
This earned him a soft petting, too, before his master put the collar and leash on him. Seriously the drummer looked down at the nude one now, holding out the blindfold.
"Are you ready, kitty", he asked. And when Tora hesitantly nodded Shinya smiled, wrapping the black cloth around the other's head.
"Follow me, kitty", the drummer ordered, taking the leash and starting to lead Tora down the corridor, away from the door.
And even though he was embarrassed to no end Tora couldn't help the arousal coursing through his system, making him mewl softly.
Soon they were turning, heading back some before changing directions again for a while, turning around and heading in the direction of Shinya's apartment, passing by the door to go on a little longer before turning once more...
like that it continued for a little while, until Tora had forgotten where he was, where the door was. He was simply fixed on keeping up with Shinya, the arousal fogging his mind thickly not helping much to help him concentrate.
But finally they turned 90 degree, moving through a door frame, which Tora only realized because said door was locked firmly behind him. But the guitarist only trembled when he was made to stop long enough for Shinya to take off his shoes.
"Patience, little kitty", the drummer chuckled before leading him further into the apartment, through the rooms and...and out again. Tora groaned when cold air hit him and he felt the rough concrete of the other's balcony under his hands and knees.
He was slightly startled when this groan was answered by an other one, but then he remembered that Die should be around somewhere and without hesitation he moved in the direction where he had heard the groan come from. Luckily Shinya decided not to stop him. Instead he followed him, crushing his lips to Die's in a hungry kiss.
Said guitarist's hands meanwhile reached down for Tora's head, pulling the younger one closer.
And Tora all to easily obeyed, letting himself be pressed against Die's crotch...Die's naked crotch.
A moan fell from his mouth when he felt the other's erection bump into his cheek. But uncaring of his hunger he knew better than to go for it. Shinya hadn't given permission yet.
A needy whimper fell from Die's hips when all he got was teasing breath on his cock, which made Shinya chuckle darkly.
"I think we all waited enough for tonight. Give him what he wants, kitty-chan", the drummer ordered, kissing Die one last time to swallow the other's moan when skilled lips wrapped around the red-haired's cock.
Then the drummer moved back a little, leaning against the wall to watch the scene in front of him.
And what a sight it was. Die, still dressed in his costume with only his pants undone leaned against the wall, eyes closed and hand buried in black hair as his hips thrust into the naked kitty's eagerly bobbing mouth.
Quickly Shinya dropped his hand to his pants, undoing them to slip his hand inside, groaning as his hand wrapped around his cock.
That groan alerted the two guitarists of what happened across from them, spurring them on even more. They both knew how much Shinya enjoyed a good show.
It didn't take long until all three of them were panting, neither wanting to give in first and win the race to heaven. Because the journey was better than the aftermath.
It was Die who gave in first, no longer able to resist the sensation of Tora's skilled mouth on his cock and Shinya's dark lust-filled eyes on his body.
When the salty fluid filled his mouth the younger guitarist groaned, trembling some when Die pulled him up and started to jerk him off. Only a few tugs did it take to also bring Tora to his release, long moan falling from his lips as he rode out of orgasm, slumping against the other guitarist afterwards.
Shinya was the last one to give in, the sight of both his lovers in their post orgasmic bliss doing the trick for him.
Not soon after the three of them had come down from their high, making a beeline to the bed, flopping down on it, yawning.
Languidly they shed the rest of their clothes, not caring about make up or done up hair. Die only managed to pull of the wig before he slumped down again, pulling Tora tightly against him, snuggling. Meanwhile Shinya laid on the other side of the tired youngster, laying one arm over both the other, happy to have both of them with him for once.