Verbal Touch
Title: Verbal Touch
Pairing: Yuuki(Lycaon)/Ruki(The GazettE)
Author: royalladyblue
Rating: NC-17
Kink used: Masturbation
Content/Warning: None
Summary: Ruki is away on tour while Yuuki receives leisure time, and both vocalists are not happy about the unfortunate timing. Fortunately for both, Ruki has just the perfect idea.
Yuuki groaned softly, breath hitching only slightly as his eyelashes fluttered and eyelids fell shut. Khol adorned eyelids and painted lips were always so hard to manage, especially when attempting such a feat as adorning one's face with makeup without the aid of a professional.
The blond haired male leaned back and cracked open one eye, shoulders hunched as he curiously peeked at his reflection in the mirror. He parted his lips to allow freedom to a soft sigh of relief. He actually looked quite nice with his makeup on, and that made Yuuki smile to himself absentmindedly.
Yuuki was quite content spending the remainder of his free time cooped up in his apartment. It was better than having to cover himself with ridiculous amounts of clothing to avoid being detected by certain fans and paparazzi. After all, the last thing that he wanted at the moment was to be spot by his crazy stalker, Sayori.
Yuuki idly began to comb his fingers through the long strands of bleached blond hair, a tight frown soon forming on his lips as his attitude took a downfall.
He missed Takanori.
Yuuki had been so excited when his manager had relayed the news of their allotted time off from work, and he'd given Ruki a call immediately afterwards, only to hear that the other vocalist had an upcoming tour and needed to prepare. At first, Yuuki had been upset at Ruki, thinking that his lover hadn't informed him of the dates and such an important thing as a tour, but then Yuuki had gone home and checked his calender, which presented to him that he'd indeed been kept up to date and the whole ordeal was no fault of Ruki's. Then Yuuki began to place fault in the universe. He'd sulked incessantly about how the cosmic powers had decided to make him miserable, and for no apparent reason.
There was one upside to the situation, though. Yuuki would always be showered with affection from his lover via cellphone calls. Yuuki would receive three calls a day or more, in such an order: one in the morning, afternoon, and evening. It was romantic, really, and Yuuki couldn't have been more glad that Ruki always fulfilled their routine.
Yuuki exited the bathroom, only to have another frown settle in on his lips. Come to think of it, he'd just remembered that it was already noon and he hadn't received a phone call from Ruki. Yuuki looked toward the doorway through which he had just passed and scowled at it. He once read that moving into another room would jar one's memory. Shaking his head slightly in a dismissive manner and trying to focus on the matter at hand, Yuuki withdrew his cellphone from his back pant pocket and stared at the screen for a moment.
Yuuki swiped the lock of the screen and found Ruki's contact. He dialed the phone number of the other vocalist and relocated to the kitchen after his stomach had made a noise to alert him of his state of hunger. Yuuki lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug and pinned his phone between his ear and shoulder just as it was answered.
"Hey, baby."
Yuuki felt his heart palpitate as Ruki's deep voice caressed his attentive ear. The blond almost forgot about the open refrigerator and extended fingertips that brushed against the lid of a can of jelly. Yuuki cleared his throat silently and grabbed the jar of preservatives and shut the refrigerator door, hissing mostly in surprise as he barely avoided dropping the glass container and crushing his hand. Maybe he couldn't multitask as well as he'd first thought.
"Hey. I was worried," Yuuki stated, tone bearing a soft pout as he set the jar on the counter and took his phone from the spot that it'd occupied. "Why didn't you call? Are you busy? Am I interrupting you? I'm sorry, I'll call you lat-"
"Hey, hey, you're not interrupting anything. Well, just my masturbation time, but you can always join me."
Yuuki practically choked on air despite the throb he felt in his groin upon his mind having interpreted Ruki's words. Suddenly, the small pang of pain from his hunger dissipated, and Yuuki turned around to press his lower back to the edge of the counter. That was something Yuuki always loved about the other vocalist: his straightforward approach to their sexual urges and tendencies. Yuuki felt comfortable talking to Takanori about these kind of things, and that was something that Yuuki thought important in any relationship.
"Just how would I do that, Takanori? We're not exactly with each other, you know."
Yuuki scraped his teeth along his bottom lip when he heard a soft moan seemingly desperately pressed to the receiver of the cellphone that Ruki had in his possession. The noise changed for a moment, and Yuuki mentally noted that it sounded as if he was now on speaker. Yuuki couldn't help but to shift his weight, the sudden tightness of his trousers an imminent annoyance.
"Just touch yourself for me, baby. Let me here you moan."
Yuuki gave a soft hum in response to the request of his lover and moved to the bedroom. The blond haired male situated himself comfortably on the bed and proceeded to allow his thumb to hover over the button that would put his lover on speaker. Yuuki dropped his head back on a pillow and spread his legs, tapping the screen lightly and placing his phone beside him in the same instance.
"Alright, but tell me things."
Yuuki lowered a hand and softly palmed his erection, eyelids fluttering shut as a soft moan of somewhat relieving pleasure slipped past his lips. He began a slow rhythm of dry strokes, chest heaving as the sensation both satisfied and irritated him.
"You're such a naughty boy- touching yourself like this..."
Yuuki almost laughed and formed a response of how Ruki was doing the same, but stopped in his tracks to free his proud erection. Yuuki fluttered his fingers over the head, thumb rubbing the small spot beneath the head and then moving up only slightly to press against the slit situated in the dip of the head of his cock.
"What do you want, Yuuki?"
Yuuki was finding it hard to form a coherent thought, and what with the gasps and low groans that were, in his own opinion, sexy as hell, audible from his lover, he was continually parted his lips to release his own noises of pleasure. "I... Want... Your... Cock..." Each word that Yuuki spoke was interrupted by a stroke of his hand along the shaft of his upright cock.
"I want to fuck you senseless. I'd put you in chains, or fuck your mouth. God, Yuuki, please, I'm close."
At those words, Yuuki thrust his hips upward to fuck his hand as he, too, felt his orgasm nearing. "Nng... Ah, yes, Taka, fuck me harder!"
There was a wild and erotic gasp emitting from Yuuki's phone, and then the blond was moaning as pure bliss enveloped him, too, legs jerking slightly as his come drizzled over his hand and chest.
Then, there was nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing and lingering aura of sex and intimacy and benevolent affection.
Yuuki, unable to even want to clean himself up at the moment, took the phone into his hand and turned off the speaker mode. He settled it against his ear, lips curled into a soft smile.
"That was amazing. I miss you so much, baby."
Yuuki nodded. He missed the other vocalist just as much, if not more. "Yeah, it was. I miss you, too. I love you, Taka."
"I love you, too, you kinky thing."
Yuuki chuckled gently, turning on his side to stare at the blank wall as he parted his lips, thoughts and emotions flooding past as he continued his conversation with his lover, glad to have such a person all to himself.