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06. Silver and gold
Sultry, half-lidded, speaking in volumes and - oh god - ever so alluring.
When Uruha looked at him with those eyes, - dark and deep and all make-upped - there was nothing Aoi wanted to do but worship him like he deserved to be worshipped. Give him everything he deserves to be given because he was a fucking sex god and it would only be a fitting offering. When Uruha had his glossed lips curl into a small smile, Aoi was already wrapped around his slender finger. And all Aoi could do was stand there all breathless, anxious, and turned on, and he can’t wait until they get home.
07. Too good to be true
The night was lovely and there isn’t anything more that Aoi could wish for with Uruha by his side. Never mind that they were both smashed and incoherent and wouldn’t remember this in the morning (but Aoi probably would). Their lips locked and fingers twined, clothes fell off one by one and by the time the clock struck twelve, Uruha was already whispering words of love to the musky air. The night was lovely and the sex, amazing - but the morning was a bitch especially when Aoi found himself all alone in the plush hotel room, and realized that everything was nothing but just the spur of a moment.
Damn.
08. Tangled and dark
Soft mewls filled the room alongside the sound of slick skin slapping on skin and the slight creak of the single bed. He thrashed his head, wet strands of brown clinging to his neck, arms holding on futilely on the other’s shoulder. Throat dry and voice hoarse he screamed his name every time the cock inside him hit his prostate. His body arched, chest pressing against the other’s chest, sweat mingled with sweat. Their lips touched again, tongues curling against each other, and he threaded his fingers onto his lover’s hair, tangled and dark.
09. Best served cold
It had already been an agreement not to start any kind of individual fan service that was too hot since it gave both of them too much happiness in the pants, which of course wasn’t good, at least not in the middle of a performance. Uruha barely broke this rule since all he had to do was to walk over to where Ruki is and the vocalist would do all the work while Aoi… well, let’s just say Uruha still hasn’t forgiven Aoi for that stunt during the tour final until now. And he’s striking again, this time dragging his hand onto his bare, sweaty chest, down to his stomach, lower and… Uruha just got a very serious case of unwanted happiness in the pants.
Uruha decided it was enough and then walked up the front platform, standing beside Aoi and pressed his ass against the other’s thigh, rubbing and going down on it, pushing it back like some needy whore. The soft moan that escaped from Aoi’s mouth wasn’t lost at all in the younger’s ears and never did revenge sound ever so sweet.
10. Running on empty
No lips have tasted ever so sweet and felt so heavenly other than Uruha’s - those moist, reddened lips unlatched from Aoi’s own but traveled lower, neck to chest, stomach to hips, and Aoi could only arch his back at the gentle press at the tip of his cock. Uruha opened his mouth and sucked greedily on Aoi’s shaft, fingers curling and stroking on the skin untouched. He could feel the older squirm under his every touch, mewl at every pattern he drew on Aoi’s thigh and every contact of his warm palm on the other’s balls, just to make him more excited, agitated, driven to the edge. Uruha groaned lowly as he took Aoi all in, letting the other’s hard flesh go as deep as it could inside his mouth, still sucking, curling his tongue, licking on its underside. And inside that skilful mouth, Aoi came, spilling everything, heart pounding hard on his chest as Uruha mercilessly milked him dry.
Sultry, half-lidded, speaking in volumes and - oh god - ever so alluring.
When Uruha looked at him with those eyes, - dark and deep and all make-upped - there was nothing Aoi wanted to do but worship him like he deserved to be worshipped. Give him everything he deserves to be given because he was a fucking sex god and it would only be a fitting offering. When Uruha had his glossed lips curl into a small smile, Aoi was already wrapped around his slender finger. And all Aoi could do was stand there all breathless, anxious, and turned on, and he can’t wait until they get home.
07. Too good to be true
The night was lovely and there isn’t anything more that Aoi could wish for with Uruha by his side. Never mind that they were both smashed and incoherent and wouldn’t remember this in the morning (but Aoi probably would). Their lips locked and fingers twined, clothes fell off one by one and by the time the clock struck twelve, Uruha was already whispering words of love to the musky air. The night was lovely and the sex, amazing - but the morning was a bitch especially when Aoi found himself all alone in the plush hotel room, and realized that everything was nothing but just the spur of a moment.
Damn.
08. Tangled and dark
Soft mewls filled the room alongside the sound of slick skin slapping on skin and the slight creak of the single bed. He thrashed his head, wet strands of brown clinging to his neck, arms holding on futilely on the other’s shoulder. Throat dry and voice hoarse he screamed his name every time the cock inside him hit his prostate. His body arched, chest pressing against the other’s chest, sweat mingled with sweat. Their lips touched again, tongues curling against each other, and he threaded his fingers onto his lover’s hair, tangled and dark.
09. Best served cold
It had already been an agreement not to start any kind of individual fan service that was too hot since it gave both of them too much happiness in the pants, which of course wasn’t good, at least not in the middle of a performance. Uruha barely broke this rule since all he had to do was to walk over to where Ruki is and the vocalist would do all the work while Aoi… well, let’s just say Uruha still hasn’t forgiven Aoi for that stunt during the tour final until now. And he’s striking again, this time dragging his hand onto his bare, sweaty chest, down to his stomach, lower and… Uruha just got a very serious case of unwanted happiness in the pants.
Uruha decided it was enough and then walked up the front platform, standing beside Aoi and pressed his ass against the other’s thigh, rubbing and going down on it, pushing it back like some needy whore. The soft moan that escaped from Aoi’s mouth wasn’t lost at all in the younger’s ears and never did revenge sound ever so sweet.
10. Running on empty
No lips have tasted ever so sweet and felt so heavenly other than Uruha’s - those moist, reddened lips unlatched from Aoi’s own but traveled lower, neck to chest, stomach to hips, and Aoi could only arch his back at the gentle press at the tip of his cock. Uruha opened his mouth and sucked greedily on Aoi’s shaft, fingers curling and stroking on the skin untouched. He could feel the older squirm under his every touch, mewl at every pattern he drew on Aoi’s thigh and every contact of his warm palm on the other’s balls, just to make him more excited, agitated, driven to the edge. Uruha groaned lowly as he took Aoi all in, letting the other’s hard flesh go as deep as it could inside his mouth, still sucking, curling his tongue, licking on its underside. And inside that skilful mouth, Aoi came, spilling everything, heart pounding hard on his chest as Uruha mercilessly milked him dry.