To bastards for their birthdays
Akira groans, lifts his hips and wonders why a warm, wet mouth is around his cock. Or..that's what he may have wondered if the unnamed mouth hadn't woken him up. Not that he's complaining. Especially not when a tongue his running through the slit of his cock and he's moaning softly and pushing into that warmth around his cock.
He finally opens his eyes and looks down, only to shudder pleasantly when his mind instantly registers, just who is sucking his cock.
Ohno Satoshi.
“Le-Leader?” He gasps out and closes his eyes, when a particularly hard suck and skilled tongue has him arching off the couch and clutching at the older male's hair as he comes into his mouth with a soft moan.
Akira can hear Ohno stand up and licks his lips, smiling at the young guitarist.
“Consider this a birthday present..Or something? I think that's what KouiiShi-kun told me.”
Akira briefly realizes that he can hear KouiiShi (and Nino) snickering somewhere close. “Happy birthday, bastard. I expect a present this....sincere...next year.”
Akira smiles, “don't worry. I'm sure I could get MatsuJun to do me a favor.”