FIC: GazettE/D'espa: Not In Vain [Uruha/Karyu; R]
Title: Not In Vain
Author: ldybastet
Fandom/Pairing: the GazettE, D'espairsRay - Uruha/Karyu
Rating: R/Adult/Hot
Content. Thigh fetish, body worship, frottage
Summary: Karyu's lust for a particular man overrides his shyness, but when they meet, things seem to move faster and further than he dared hope for.
Disclaimer: I'm in no way affiliated with either the GazettE or any of Karyu's bands, and have absolutely no idea what any of these guys are doing in their personal lives! This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. No disrespect is intended, and I earn no money from this.
Notes: ~1970 words. Many hugs to misumaru for beta-reading! Written for a request on the GazettE kink/porn meme: Karyu (ex D'espa) x Uruha - biting / marking / thighs fetish. Also fits my worship kink bingo prompt.
Not In Vain
It didn't matter that Karyu was a guitarist himself, that he was a member of a popular band and had been a member of an equally popular band in the past, that he was a "rock star" himself, his palms were still sweating and his stomach felt queasy as he waited.
He knew he should probably just have walked in backstage, talked to everyone in the band, but he hadn't wanted to just barge in. Backstage could be pretty personal, and just because there were always so many staff crowding round, and sometimes also photographers from magazines sent to do a report from the live, the moments when there were no other people around but band members were really important.
So he waited in the shadows by the back door.
Reita had already left, and so had Ruki (not bothering to change, just putting on sunglasses and heading home). Next had been Aoi, furiously texting on his phone as he passed Karyu, not noticing him. It had been a vain hope that Uruha would be among the first to leave, of course, and Karyu shifted on his feet.
The door opened again, a slice of bright light cutting through the darkness. It was just a silhouette, but Karyu recognised it immediately - Uruha.
He stepped out from the shadows and smiled nervously, unconsciously giving Uruha a small bow in greeting. "Hi."
Uruha looked up. "Oh. Hi." He smiled back and Karyu felt like he was bathed in sunlight. Damn, but that man had a bright smile. "Were you waiting for me?"
Karyu blushed. "Um... yeah."
"You should have let me know! I'd have been out sooner."
Karyu didn't believe that for a second, but it was a nice thought. He rubbed the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. "Good live?"
Uruha nodded, looking towards the black car waiting for him and Kai. There were footsteps in the corridor behind him and he looked at Karyu. "Give me a ride home?"
Karyu nodded, suddenly tongue-tied, and Uruha waved at the driver waiting by the car, smoking.
While Karyu drove, Uruha talked about the live, still excited and happy, even when he admitted to making a mistake while playing. When Karyu had parked where Uruha directed him, outside a large apartment building, Uruha turned to him.
"Coming?"
"Uh?"
"You didn't wait for an hour or more outside the live house just to drive me home and listen to me chattering about the live." Uruha grinned and grabbed his bag, getting out of the car.
Karyu quickly followed, taking the stairs two steps at a time to catch up with Uruha. "Why not take the elevator?"
Uruha shrugged. "It creaks. And it's small. Kai likes it though," he said, as if that made sense, and Karyu nodded.
"Do you want something to drink?" Uruha asked when they were inside, heading for the living room
"I'll have what you have," Karyu replied, a little surprised that it had been so easy to get into Uruha's home. He'd only met him a few times, after all - all of them in a music-related situation, never in private.
Uruha motioned for him to have a seat, and Karyu sank down on the couch. Almost instantly, there was a glass in front of him, and Uruha poured them both a shot of shochu.
"Kanpai," Uruha said, and the shots went down smoothly. Then another...
"So, are you going to tell me what's on your mind?" Uruha looked at Karyu, and for some reason all the things Karyu had thought of saying disappeared completely. He watched as Uruha refilled their glasses, trying to remember any of the clever and good excuses for wanting to talk to Uruha he'd prepared.
"I-- I liked the outfit you wore for the Decade live..." Karyu blushed. That must have been the stupidest thing he'd ever said. Why didn't he say anything about guitars, playing, composing, something that could be interpreted as a legitimate reason?
"Oh?" Uruha smiled. "Were you there?"
Karyu nodded. "In secret..."
Uruha laughed. "Why? It's not like you have to stalk other people's lives like a ninja."
"I'm not a ninja..." Karyu said, still feeling a little bit like an idiot.
"You'd make a bad ninja," Uruha agreed. "You're too tall." A short pause, then, "So you liked it? Why?" He shifted a bit and stretched his legs out, and Karyu's gaze immediately went to Uruha's thighs. "Oh, I see."
Karyu looked away and reached for his glass. Hopefully the alcohol would burn that twitching feeling in his stomach to a standstill. Going home with Uruha had probably been a very bad idea after all. "I should go."
"Why?"
Karyu looked at Uruha, who just looked back at him, an interested look on his face. "I shouldn't have said..."
"Why not?" Uruha smiled. "Is it bad to let me know you like my legs?"
"It isn't?"
"I'm told I have the best legs in the industry. My thighs get fanmail sometimes!" Uruha said and laughed. "Some have sent me very detailed descriptions of what they'd like to do with them." Karyu thought he had a pretty good idea about what those could have been, considering he'd had some pretty elaborate fantasies himself. "So it's not like it would offend me."
"It doesn't freak you out?" Karyu'd had his fair share of weird fanmails, but sexual fantasies hadn't been that frequent in them, and they'd all been from girls, as far as he knew.
Uruha shrugged and drained his glass. "No." He looked at Karyu and slowly turned to him. "Want to tell me what you'd like to do? Or better yet, show me."
Karyu swallowed. "Show you?" Uruha nodded. "Now?" Uruha nodded again. "Here?"
"Yeah. Or the bedroom. That might be better... considering you've been hard since I stepped into your car."
Karyu blushed again. He'd had no idea Uruha had seen that! He watched as Uruha got up and turned away, heading for what Karyu supposed was his bedroom. He heard rather than saw Uruha open his jeans, then Uruha looked over his shoulder.
"Did you change your mind?"
"No." God, no, Karyu thought and followed Uruha through the door.
Uruha was slowly peeling off his long-sleeved t-shirt when Karyu entered, then his jeans. At first, Karyu stood riveted to the spot, not able to take his eyes off Uruha, barely daring to breathe. The world's most gorgeous man was undressing for him, revealing smooth, pale, taut flesh... and oh god, Uruha's cock was getting hard. When Uruha gestured for him to come closer, the paralysis was broken, and Karyu took a few steps forward.
"You're beautiful," he said awkwardly, then gained confidence when Uruha's cheeks coloured and he reached for Karyu's belt buckle.
"And you're wearing too much," Uruha replied. "I hope you're not only going to show me how much you like my legs?"
Karyu grinned and pulled Uruha closer, bowing his head to kiss him. "What do you want?" he whispered, feeling intoxicated, not only from the liquor he'd been drinking. Whatever Uruha said, he'd give it to him, if he could.
"You," Uruha replied simply, sticking his hand inside Karyu's jeans.
Karyu moaned as Uruha's fingers found his cock, teasing and stroking it lightly. He slid his hands down Uruha's sides, to his hips, and even though Uruha's hand felt fantastic on his cock, Karyu sacrificed that sensation for something he wanted even more. He knelt down in front of Uruha, looking up at his face, and slowly brought his hands and gaze down to the objects of his desire: Uruha's thighs.
They weren't as smooth and hairless as when Uruha wore revealing outfits, but Karyu didn't care. He pressed his lips to one of them, inhaling Uruha's scent, and let his fingers move over the skin. The muscles underneath were well toned, strong, and he could feel every little shift in Uruha's weight. His fingers brushed over the inside of Uruha's thighs, and there was a small quiver in them, accompanied by a sigh.
Encouraged by Uruha's reaction and the hand that was now buried in his hair, Karyu kissed and licked the pale flesh before him, all the way down to the knee. Then he shifted slightly, ignoring the ache between his legs, to do the same to the other thigh.
A light push, and Uruha stepped back toward the bed, Karyu shuffling after him on his knees. Then Uruha was on his back on his bed, and Karyu crawled up between Uruha's spread legs.
The more he licked and teased the inside of Uruha's legs, the wider Uruha spread them, and Karyu marvelled at the sexy sounds he could coax from Uruha, just by the use of his hands and mouth.
Uruha's moans made him bolder. The inside of Uruha's thigh was so soft and inviting, and Karyu couldn't resist biting it - not too hard, because he didn't want to hurt Uruha, but it seemed he didn't need to worry because Uruha just moaned louder and buried his hand in Karyu's hair. Karyu tried to find the spots that drew the loudest moans from Uruha, every sound making him tremble with need.
Desperate to feel Uruha's body against his own, against his cock, Karyu moved up, hands trying to slide over every inch of Uruha's skin. Uruha's hand was still in his hair and Karyu moaned as he was pulled into a hungry kiss, all plump lips and hot breath.
"Make me come," Uruha whispered, then kissed him again, tongues tangling and teasing.
Uruha groaned when Karyu grabbed his cock, fingers curling around the hard shaft. Uruha was hot in his hand, rock hard under the soft cover of skin. A drop of pre-come moistened his fingers as he began stroking, and Karyu could barely hold back his moan. "You're so fucking hot," Karyu whispered.
"So are you," Uruha replied, moving his leg to wedge it between Karyu's and pressing his thigh against Karyu's neglected cock.
"Oh god," Karyu groaned.
"Yeah, you want this, don't you?" Uruha moved one hand down Karyu's slim body. "My thigh against your cock..."
Karyu moaned and thrust against Uruha's leg, his hand moving in a steady rhythm on Uruha's cock. The friction made him almost dizzy from pleasure, every slide of his cock over Uruha's thigh bringing him closer to orgasm. He tried to focus on Uruha's cock, on giving him pleasure first and foremost, but it was almost impossible when Uruha was moving under him, pushing up and grinding against his cock. But somehow he managed, panting and moaning, and he shivered from the sheer pleasure of feeling Uruha come, of feeling Uruha's hot come flow over his fingers. Just seconds later, Uruha's cock still in his hand, Karyu couldn't hold back, and he smeared his own come all over Uruha's thigh.
They lay like that for a while, neither saying a word or moving. Now that Karyu's arousal was sated, he wasn't quite sure who'd been the seducer and who'd been seduced. He'd gone to the live house with the hope of somehow getting closer to Uruha, but not thinking he'd find himself in his bed so easily.
"Why?" Karyu asked, looking at Uruha.
"This?" Uruha looked amused. "I like sex after a live. I'm always hyped up and high on adrenaline... Sex is great then. It's not the same for you?"
"Yeah." Karyu smiled. "I know what you mean. I guess I was at the right place at the right time?"
They were quiet for a few moments. "Put me on the guest list for your band's next live," Uruha said, turning his head to give Karyu a kiss. "It'll be my turn to help you get that post-live edge off, and maybe I'll shave my legs for you."
Come play in the the GazettE kink/porn meme!
Prompts and fills are both welcome!
More info and lots of fun here!
This entry was originally posted at http://ldybastet.dreamwidth.org/601847.html.
comments there. You can comment on either site.
Author: ldybastet
Fandom/Pairing: the GazettE, D'espairsRay - Uruha/Karyu
Rating: R/Adult/Hot
Content. Thigh fetish, body worship, frottage
Summary: Karyu's lust for a particular man overrides his shyness, but when they meet, things seem to move faster and further than he dared hope for.
Disclaimer: I'm in no way affiliated with either the GazettE or any of Karyu's bands, and have absolutely no idea what any of these guys are doing in their personal lives! This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. No disrespect is intended, and I earn no money from this.
Notes: ~1970 words. Many hugs to misumaru for beta-reading! Written for a request on the GazettE kink/porn meme: Karyu (ex D'espa) x Uruha - biting / marking / thighs fetish. Also fits my worship kink bingo prompt.
Not In Vain
It didn't matter that Karyu was a guitarist himself, that he was a member of a popular band and had been a member of an equally popular band in the past, that he was a "rock star" himself, his palms were still sweating and his stomach felt queasy as he waited.
He knew he should probably just have walked in backstage, talked to everyone in the band, but he hadn't wanted to just barge in. Backstage could be pretty personal, and just because there were always so many staff crowding round, and sometimes also photographers from magazines sent to do a report from the live, the moments when there were no other people around but band members were really important.
So he waited in the shadows by the back door.
Reita had already left, and so had Ruki (not bothering to change, just putting on sunglasses and heading home). Next had been Aoi, furiously texting on his phone as he passed Karyu, not noticing him. It had been a vain hope that Uruha would be among the first to leave, of course, and Karyu shifted on his feet.
The door opened again, a slice of bright light cutting through the darkness. It was just a silhouette, but Karyu recognised it immediately - Uruha.
He stepped out from the shadows and smiled nervously, unconsciously giving Uruha a small bow in greeting. "Hi."
Uruha looked up. "Oh. Hi." He smiled back and Karyu felt like he was bathed in sunlight. Damn, but that man had a bright smile. "Were you waiting for me?"
Karyu blushed. "Um... yeah."
"You should have let me know! I'd have been out sooner."
Karyu didn't believe that for a second, but it was a nice thought. He rubbed the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. "Good live?"
Uruha nodded, looking towards the black car waiting for him and Kai. There were footsteps in the corridor behind him and he looked at Karyu. "Give me a ride home?"
Karyu nodded, suddenly tongue-tied, and Uruha waved at the driver waiting by the car, smoking.
While Karyu drove, Uruha talked about the live, still excited and happy, even when he admitted to making a mistake while playing. When Karyu had parked where Uruha directed him, outside a large apartment building, Uruha turned to him.
"Coming?"
"Uh?"
"You didn't wait for an hour or more outside the live house just to drive me home and listen to me chattering about the live." Uruha grinned and grabbed his bag, getting out of the car.
Karyu quickly followed, taking the stairs two steps at a time to catch up with Uruha. "Why not take the elevator?"
Uruha shrugged. "It creaks. And it's small. Kai likes it though," he said, as if that made sense, and Karyu nodded.
"Do you want something to drink?" Uruha asked when they were inside, heading for the living room
"I'll have what you have," Karyu replied, a little surprised that it had been so easy to get into Uruha's home. He'd only met him a few times, after all - all of them in a music-related situation, never in private.
Uruha motioned for him to have a seat, and Karyu sank down on the couch. Almost instantly, there was a glass in front of him, and Uruha poured them both a shot of shochu.
"Kanpai," Uruha said, and the shots went down smoothly. Then another...
"So, are you going to tell me what's on your mind?" Uruha looked at Karyu, and for some reason all the things Karyu had thought of saying disappeared completely. He watched as Uruha refilled their glasses, trying to remember any of the clever and good excuses for wanting to talk to Uruha he'd prepared.
"I-- I liked the outfit you wore for the Decade live..." Karyu blushed. That must have been the stupidest thing he'd ever said. Why didn't he say anything about guitars, playing, composing, something that could be interpreted as a legitimate reason?
"Oh?" Uruha smiled. "Were you there?"
Karyu nodded. "In secret..."
Uruha laughed. "Why? It's not like you have to stalk other people's lives like a ninja."
"I'm not a ninja..." Karyu said, still feeling a little bit like an idiot.
"You'd make a bad ninja," Uruha agreed. "You're too tall." A short pause, then, "So you liked it? Why?" He shifted a bit and stretched his legs out, and Karyu's gaze immediately went to Uruha's thighs. "Oh, I see."
Karyu looked away and reached for his glass. Hopefully the alcohol would burn that twitching feeling in his stomach to a standstill. Going home with Uruha had probably been a very bad idea after all. "I should go."
"Why?"
Karyu looked at Uruha, who just looked back at him, an interested look on his face. "I shouldn't have said..."
"Why not?" Uruha smiled. "Is it bad to let me know you like my legs?"
"It isn't?"
"I'm told I have the best legs in the industry. My thighs get fanmail sometimes!" Uruha said and laughed. "Some have sent me very detailed descriptions of what they'd like to do with them." Karyu thought he had a pretty good idea about what those could have been, considering he'd had some pretty elaborate fantasies himself. "So it's not like it would offend me."
"It doesn't freak you out?" Karyu'd had his fair share of weird fanmails, but sexual fantasies hadn't been that frequent in them, and they'd all been from girls, as far as he knew.
Uruha shrugged and drained his glass. "No." He looked at Karyu and slowly turned to him. "Want to tell me what you'd like to do? Or better yet, show me."
Karyu swallowed. "Show you?" Uruha nodded. "Now?" Uruha nodded again. "Here?"
"Yeah. Or the bedroom. That might be better... considering you've been hard since I stepped into your car."
Karyu blushed again. He'd had no idea Uruha had seen that! He watched as Uruha got up and turned away, heading for what Karyu supposed was his bedroom. He heard rather than saw Uruha open his jeans, then Uruha looked over his shoulder.
"Did you change your mind?"
"No." God, no, Karyu thought and followed Uruha through the door.
Uruha was slowly peeling off his long-sleeved t-shirt when Karyu entered, then his jeans. At first, Karyu stood riveted to the spot, not able to take his eyes off Uruha, barely daring to breathe. The world's most gorgeous man was undressing for him, revealing smooth, pale, taut flesh... and oh god, Uruha's cock was getting hard. When Uruha gestured for him to come closer, the paralysis was broken, and Karyu took a few steps forward.
"You're beautiful," he said awkwardly, then gained confidence when Uruha's cheeks coloured and he reached for Karyu's belt buckle.
"And you're wearing too much," Uruha replied. "I hope you're not only going to show me how much you like my legs?"
Karyu grinned and pulled Uruha closer, bowing his head to kiss him. "What do you want?" he whispered, feeling intoxicated, not only from the liquor he'd been drinking. Whatever Uruha said, he'd give it to him, if he could.
"You," Uruha replied simply, sticking his hand inside Karyu's jeans.
Karyu moaned as Uruha's fingers found his cock, teasing and stroking it lightly. He slid his hands down Uruha's sides, to his hips, and even though Uruha's hand felt fantastic on his cock, Karyu sacrificed that sensation for something he wanted even more. He knelt down in front of Uruha, looking up at his face, and slowly brought his hands and gaze down to the objects of his desire: Uruha's thighs.
They weren't as smooth and hairless as when Uruha wore revealing outfits, but Karyu didn't care. He pressed his lips to one of them, inhaling Uruha's scent, and let his fingers move over the skin. The muscles underneath were well toned, strong, and he could feel every little shift in Uruha's weight. His fingers brushed over the inside of Uruha's thighs, and there was a small quiver in them, accompanied by a sigh.
Encouraged by Uruha's reaction and the hand that was now buried in his hair, Karyu kissed and licked the pale flesh before him, all the way down to the knee. Then he shifted slightly, ignoring the ache between his legs, to do the same to the other thigh.
A light push, and Uruha stepped back toward the bed, Karyu shuffling after him on his knees. Then Uruha was on his back on his bed, and Karyu crawled up between Uruha's spread legs.
The more he licked and teased the inside of Uruha's legs, the wider Uruha spread them, and Karyu marvelled at the sexy sounds he could coax from Uruha, just by the use of his hands and mouth.
Uruha's moans made him bolder. The inside of Uruha's thigh was so soft and inviting, and Karyu couldn't resist biting it - not too hard, because he didn't want to hurt Uruha, but it seemed he didn't need to worry because Uruha just moaned louder and buried his hand in Karyu's hair. Karyu tried to find the spots that drew the loudest moans from Uruha, every sound making him tremble with need.
Desperate to feel Uruha's body against his own, against his cock, Karyu moved up, hands trying to slide over every inch of Uruha's skin. Uruha's hand was still in his hair and Karyu moaned as he was pulled into a hungry kiss, all plump lips and hot breath.
"Make me come," Uruha whispered, then kissed him again, tongues tangling and teasing.
Uruha groaned when Karyu grabbed his cock, fingers curling around the hard shaft. Uruha was hot in his hand, rock hard under the soft cover of skin. A drop of pre-come moistened his fingers as he began stroking, and Karyu could barely hold back his moan. "You're so fucking hot," Karyu whispered.
"So are you," Uruha replied, moving his leg to wedge it between Karyu's and pressing his thigh against Karyu's neglected cock.
"Oh god," Karyu groaned.
"Yeah, you want this, don't you?" Uruha moved one hand down Karyu's slim body. "My thigh against your cock..."
Karyu moaned and thrust against Uruha's leg, his hand moving in a steady rhythm on Uruha's cock. The friction made him almost dizzy from pleasure, every slide of his cock over Uruha's thigh bringing him closer to orgasm. He tried to focus on Uruha's cock, on giving him pleasure first and foremost, but it was almost impossible when Uruha was moving under him, pushing up and grinding against his cock. But somehow he managed, panting and moaning, and he shivered from the sheer pleasure of feeling Uruha come, of feeling Uruha's hot come flow over his fingers. Just seconds later, Uruha's cock still in his hand, Karyu couldn't hold back, and he smeared his own come all over Uruha's thigh.
They lay like that for a while, neither saying a word or moving. Now that Karyu's arousal was sated, he wasn't quite sure who'd been the seducer and who'd been seduced. He'd gone to the live house with the hope of somehow getting closer to Uruha, but not thinking he'd find himself in his bed so easily.
"Why?" Karyu asked, looking at Uruha.
"This?" Uruha looked amused. "I like sex after a live. I'm always hyped up and high on adrenaline... Sex is great then. It's not the same for you?"
"Yeah." Karyu smiled. "I know what you mean. I guess I was at the right place at the right time?"
They were quiet for a few moments. "Put me on the guest list for your band's next live," Uruha said, turning his head to give Karyu a kiss. "It'll be my turn to help you get that post-live edge off, and maybe I'll shave my legs for you."
Come play in the the GazettE kink/porn meme!
Prompts and fills are both welcome!
More info and lots of fun here!
This entry was originally posted at http://ldybastet.dreamwidth.org/601847.html.
comments there. You can comment on either site.