[Fanfiction] Break Time
Title: Break Time
Author: takegamiteijiro
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Warnings: Smut
Summary: They had come here for a 'smoke break', allowed ten minutes to slip away and do as they wished, and after an afternoon of heated glances between them and suggestive gestures when Tetsu wasn't looking, they had ended up here, in a studio closet.
Word Count: 2114
Prompt: by b_sim - Kenhai Closet
Fandom: J-Rock
Character/Pairing: Hyde x Ken, Tetsu, Yukihiro
Side Note: Not really my pairing, but it's totally b_sim's fault in combination with my watching REPO! The Genetic Opera about three times [or at least the Zydrate Anatomy part of it].
Lips burned across flesh, searing kisses left across exposed planes of skin. Hips ground together, fingers dragged across clothing.
"Quiet..." Hyde moaned.
His lips drifted down the tanned column of Ken's neck, laving at the skin there as his hands wandered down, down, untucking his lover's shirt slowly, dragging his fingers over the waistline of the guitarist's belt in the darkness, biting down ever so gently on the junction between neck and shoulder as the fabric slid smoothly up, giving Hyde room the slip a small, hot hand up the younger man's chest. His hips rocked forward and his lips moved again, trailing to the front of Ken's throat, nipping gently, leaving tiny marks in his wake. Instantly, there was a hand in his hair, fingers curling tightly in dark locks.
"Haido.." Ken groaned softly, throatily, and the smaller man pulled away, grinning wickedly at his lover in the dim light. Hyde rocked his hips forward again, lips drifting to Ken's, tongue plunging into the guitarist's mouth as calloused fingers clamped ever-tighter in his hair.
"If you want more, you're going to have to beg for it," Hyde growled softly when they pulled away, his entire body dripping with pure sex as he pulled back, letting a hand run up his own torso, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he reached for his lover's arousal with the other, simply letting his fingers run over the growing bulge there, eyes dark with arousal.
They had come here for a 'smoke break', allowed ten minutes to slip away and do as they wished, and after an afternoon of heated glances between them and suggestive gestures when Tetsu wasn't looking, they had ended up here, in a studio closet. As soon as the door had closed though, Ken had realised exactly what he was in for - there were times that there was a truly animalistic side to his lover, and it seemed that whatever had been on Hyde's mind had unlocked this side of him that was only Ken's to see.
It was a dangerous game, especially with Hyde in that mood, when if they listened closely enough they could hear the faintest murmurs of conversation in the background, where Yuki and Tetsu were speaking, calling back and forth across the studio to each other.
"Eight more minutes," Ken gasped when the hand teasing his arousal cupped him and squeezed ever so gently, and as Hyde shirt came undone the vocalist grinned again.
"Tetchan can wait..." he murmured, and Ken was glad Hyde was kissing him in the next second before the small body was pressed against his own again and their hips ground roughly together and Ken nearly moaned. He had always been the more vocal of the two of them and Hyde loved to capitalise on that, teasing him constantly just to elicit those pretty little noises of uncontrol that seemed to drop so readily from his lover's lips. There was just something about the smaller vocalist that made him so easily aroused that it wasn't funny - but here they were, and in the next second Hyde pressed him more firmly back against the wall, distracting him with kisses as he pushed Ken's shirt up, then moving to bite gently at a nipple once the flesh was exposed.
For Hyde, his lover's body absolutely fascinated him; of the band, one could easily argue that Hyde was the most feminine, but it was only with Ken, the more masculine of the band, that he was able to let himself loose and let the animal he could be onstage out to play.
His hand slowly pushed down into Ken's pants, touching, teasing, taking his precious time to drive the guitarist mad as he hinted at simply touching him, and he could feel Ken's body tense underneath his touches as his lips drifted across a toned torso. Licking once at the skin and then biting down gently, Hyde withdrew his hand and undid his lover's pants, smiling again.
"Beg."
Ken hated it when Hyde did this, but his body always betrayed him. The small vocalist hardly played fair either, standing up to kiss him again and then it was back to teasing his neck, one leg lifting to rock their hips ever closer together, and with his pants undone he could feel Hyde's trapped arousal even better as his head tipped back, and then Hyde was biting down and Ken whispered out a faint,
"Please..."
"Mmm..." Hyde hummed against Ken's throat, almost as though he was displeased with the simplicity of the plea, but then hands slid down, between their hips and began to push down Ken's pants and boxers, letting them slip down the guitarist's legs, leaving him bare to whatever his lover had in mind.
"Hideto, please..." Ken tried again, hoping that it would be enough to make his lover happy - and it seemed to. Kissing at Hyde's neck once more, the small man slipped down Ken's frame, pressing kisses and tiny bites all the way down, laving at the inside of a hip before sliding to the floor, kneeling in front of his lover.
For a moment there was silence, as though Hyde was contemplating what to do next, but when Ken glanced down, he nearly moaned again. Hyde had two fingers in his mouth, his own eyes closed as though there was nothing better, his own hips rocking ever-so-slightly as though he craved stimulation. The time left until their break was over didn't matter anymore; brown, smouldering eyes met Ken's, and then there was a tongue on his flesh, slipping up and down the length of his arousal.
It was just the tip of a tongue, and Hyde's fingers slowly slid back, slick with saliva and warm even against hot skin, but Ken's focus was on Hyde's tongue, that wicked, sinful tongue as it slid down, all the way to his base and then up, flicking across his head, back and forth, tasting him as though he was a delicacy and -
Hyde's fingers were at his entrance and one pushed into his passage as the vocalist's plush lips parted and took him in, slowly taking the guitarist's arousal into his mouth, licking and sucking gently, tracing patterns against Ken's flesh that should have been illegal. Ken did moan then, a soft, keening noise that filled the closet, but neither of them cared. The guitarist's hands found Hyde's hair again and fisted in it, not pushing his lover forward but simply letting him know how good it felt, letting him know how impossibly wet and hot his mouth was, god...
A second finger pushed past his entrance and scissored apart from the first, preparing him, but Hyde had Ken the way he wanted him; entirely under his control. The guitarist barely noticed - or cared - about the slight pain, instead focused on the mouth on his need, the pleasure that burned through his body as Hyde's head bobbed back, and then he slid down, further than he had been, pre-cum beginning to bead and drip into his mouth.
"Hideto..." Ken gasped as Hyde kept sliding forward, taking him in, taking him completely in and then sucking gently, then harder, pulling his head back and then pushing forward, mimicking what Ken knew would happen as soon as his lover thought he was ready. He trusted Hyde, but even more than that he needed him, needed this, needed to come because he was almost painfully hard in his lover's mouth...
Ken's eyes squeezed shut when Hyde slid back down his length and his fingers tightened in the younger man's hair and then Hyde pulled back and completely off. The fingers stretching him pulled away and then Hyde was standing, fumbling with his pants and his lips were on Ken's again. In any other situation, Ken would have been amused - it wasn't often that Hyde's need was what defined what was happening, but as the vocalist moaned softly, rocking into his own touch, Ken knew that it hadn't been how close he had been that had determined when Hyde had pulled off - it had been that Hyde himself couldn't wait any longer.
Hot, heavy kisses were shared between them as Hyde opened the ties on his jeans and pulled them open, pushing them and his own boxers down and then stroking, moaning into the liplock. Ken's hips arched, friction and heat between them, and they both moaned, hard and needy. And when they pulled apart, gasping for breath, Ken couldn't help but watch.
It was just his own hand but Hyde's entire form was trembling as he stroked himself, spreading pre-cum along his length and Ken reached out, kissing Hyde again before his own fingers wrapped around his lover's length, taking the opportunity to pleasure his lover. The smaller man moaned again, arching into the touch, but dragged Ken's hand away with a low growl a moment later, kissing the guitarist's neck once before forcing him to turn around, positioning himself when Ken bent over, bracing himself against the wall in the tiny space. Neither of them would last long.
The tip of Hyde's length pressed against his entrance, small fingers digging into Ken's hips, and the guitarist moved back against him, pleading silently, begging for Hyde to take him -
Hyde thrust forward slowly, filling Ken and the guitarist moaned as familiar painpleasure burned through him, making his eyes snap open wide and then squeeze shut, his arousal pulsing as Hyde cursed softly, hands moving to Ken's chest, fingernails raking down the flesh, soft moans dropping from the smaller man as he stayed still for just a moment, letting Ken adjust.
"Move." The request was breathy, gasped between pants of breath, and Hyde moaned instantly, the sound pure sex as he pulled back nearly to the tip and thrust forward, taking his lover roughly, controlled by his own arousal, burying his cock to the hilt in Ken's passage and moaning uncontrollably each time Ken's muscles tightened around him -
"God - Hideto -"
"Ken..." Hyde moaned in reply, speeding the tempo of his thrusts. It was hard, fast, deep. It wasn't making love - this was fucking. This was pure lust and desire and need.
This was what they both craved.
A trembling hand found Ken's arousal and began to stroke him in time with his thrusts, and Ken gasped, biting his lip to hold his own sounds of pleasure in, too far gone to do much more than that. He pushed back against each thrust, struggling to control himself each time his lover took him harder, again and again and again and again...
Hyde hit something within him and Ken nearly cried out, raising one of this own hands to his mouth and biting down on it, forcing himself to remain nearly silent as sparks bloomed behind his eyes. But when Hyde hit it again, he couldn't stop himself from crying out softly, muscles clamping down around Hyde, cock throbbing with need, and when Hyde stroked him hard in time with a thrust so rough his body nearly jerked forward, he moaned again, choking down a cry and then he gasped,
"Hideto - I -"
Ken's eyes rolled back before they slid shut, his body shaking with arousal and need and pleasure and -
He came with a silent scream, Hyde's length slamming against his sweet spot once more, and a second later he felt Hyde come within him as well, his breathing erratic as he slumped against the guitarist's back, panting heavily, sweat beading on his skin.
It was a moment before either of them moved, and then Hyde slowly pulled back, pulling out of Ken with a soft whimper, heart racing in his chest as he stumbled back to lean against the other wall of the small closet, catching his breath.
"Fuck..." Hyde murmured, satisfied and entirely sated.
Ken turned, amused and much the same, straightening up and lazily beginning to redo his pants, pulling them up and then zipping up the front, reaching for the buttons with the lethargy of post-orgasm when there were several raps on the door to the closet.
He and Hyde froze.
"Hyde, Ken, we know you're in there and you were supposed to be back ten minutes ago," a voice informed them and the two men looked at each other, eyes wide as Tetsu's voice floated in the still air for a moment.
Then Hyde repeated himself.
"...fuck..."
Ken looked at Hyde for a minute, a blush too faint to be seen in the darkness dusting his cheeks.
"At least we don't have to do anything but come out of the closet..."
Author: takegamiteijiro
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Warnings: Smut
Summary: They had come here for a 'smoke break', allowed ten minutes to slip away and do as they wished, and after an afternoon of heated glances between them and suggestive gestures when Tetsu wasn't looking, they had ended up here, in a studio closet.
Word Count: 2114
Prompt: by b_sim - Kenhai Closet
Fandom: J-Rock
Character/Pairing: Hyde x Ken, Tetsu, Yukihiro
Side Note: Not really my pairing, but it's totally b_sim's fault in combination with my watching REPO! The Genetic Opera about three times [or at least the Zydrate Anatomy part of it].
Lips burned across flesh, searing kisses left across exposed planes of skin. Hips ground together, fingers dragged across clothing.
"Quiet..." Hyde moaned.
His lips drifted down the tanned column of Ken's neck, laving at the skin there as his hands wandered down, down, untucking his lover's shirt slowly, dragging his fingers over the waistline of the guitarist's belt in the darkness, biting down ever so gently on the junction between neck and shoulder as the fabric slid smoothly up, giving Hyde room the slip a small, hot hand up the younger man's chest. His hips rocked forward and his lips moved again, trailing to the front of Ken's throat, nipping gently, leaving tiny marks in his wake. Instantly, there was a hand in his hair, fingers curling tightly in dark locks.
"Haido.." Ken groaned softly, throatily, and the smaller man pulled away, grinning wickedly at his lover in the dim light. Hyde rocked his hips forward again, lips drifting to Ken's, tongue plunging into the guitarist's mouth as calloused fingers clamped ever-tighter in his hair.
"If you want more, you're going to have to beg for it," Hyde growled softly when they pulled away, his entire body dripping with pure sex as he pulled back, letting a hand run up his own torso, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he reached for his lover's arousal with the other, simply letting his fingers run over the growing bulge there, eyes dark with arousal.
They had come here for a 'smoke break', allowed ten minutes to slip away and do as they wished, and after an afternoon of heated glances between them and suggestive gestures when Tetsu wasn't looking, they had ended up here, in a studio closet. As soon as the door had closed though, Ken had realised exactly what he was in for - there were times that there was a truly animalistic side to his lover, and it seemed that whatever had been on Hyde's mind had unlocked this side of him that was only Ken's to see.
It was a dangerous game, especially with Hyde in that mood, when if they listened closely enough they could hear the faintest murmurs of conversation in the background, where Yuki and Tetsu were speaking, calling back and forth across the studio to each other.
"Eight more minutes," Ken gasped when the hand teasing his arousal cupped him and squeezed ever so gently, and as Hyde shirt came undone the vocalist grinned again.
"Tetchan can wait..." he murmured, and Ken was glad Hyde was kissing him in the next second before the small body was pressed against his own again and their hips ground roughly together and Ken nearly moaned. He had always been the more vocal of the two of them and Hyde loved to capitalise on that, teasing him constantly just to elicit those pretty little noises of uncontrol that seemed to drop so readily from his lover's lips. There was just something about the smaller vocalist that made him so easily aroused that it wasn't funny - but here they were, and in the next second Hyde pressed him more firmly back against the wall, distracting him with kisses as he pushed Ken's shirt up, then moving to bite gently at a nipple once the flesh was exposed.
For Hyde, his lover's body absolutely fascinated him; of the band, one could easily argue that Hyde was the most feminine, but it was only with Ken, the more masculine of the band, that he was able to let himself loose and let the animal he could be onstage out to play.
His hand slowly pushed down into Ken's pants, touching, teasing, taking his precious time to drive the guitarist mad as he hinted at simply touching him, and he could feel Ken's body tense underneath his touches as his lips drifted across a toned torso. Licking once at the skin and then biting down gently, Hyde withdrew his hand and undid his lover's pants, smiling again.
"Beg."
Ken hated it when Hyde did this, but his body always betrayed him. The small vocalist hardly played fair either, standing up to kiss him again and then it was back to teasing his neck, one leg lifting to rock their hips ever closer together, and with his pants undone he could feel Hyde's trapped arousal even better as his head tipped back, and then Hyde was biting down and Ken whispered out a faint,
"Please..."
"Mmm..." Hyde hummed against Ken's throat, almost as though he was displeased with the simplicity of the plea, but then hands slid down, between their hips and began to push down Ken's pants and boxers, letting them slip down the guitarist's legs, leaving him bare to whatever his lover had in mind.
"Hideto, please..." Ken tried again, hoping that it would be enough to make his lover happy - and it seemed to. Kissing at Hyde's neck once more, the small man slipped down Ken's frame, pressing kisses and tiny bites all the way down, laving at the inside of a hip before sliding to the floor, kneeling in front of his lover.
For a moment there was silence, as though Hyde was contemplating what to do next, but when Ken glanced down, he nearly moaned again. Hyde had two fingers in his mouth, his own eyes closed as though there was nothing better, his own hips rocking ever-so-slightly as though he craved stimulation. The time left until their break was over didn't matter anymore; brown, smouldering eyes met Ken's, and then there was a tongue on his flesh, slipping up and down the length of his arousal.
It was just the tip of a tongue, and Hyde's fingers slowly slid back, slick with saliva and warm even against hot skin, but Ken's focus was on Hyde's tongue, that wicked, sinful tongue as it slid down, all the way to his base and then up, flicking across his head, back and forth, tasting him as though he was a delicacy and -
Hyde's fingers were at his entrance and one pushed into his passage as the vocalist's plush lips parted and took him in, slowly taking the guitarist's arousal into his mouth, licking and sucking gently, tracing patterns against Ken's flesh that should have been illegal. Ken did moan then, a soft, keening noise that filled the closet, but neither of them cared. The guitarist's hands found Hyde's hair again and fisted in it, not pushing his lover forward but simply letting him know how good it felt, letting him know how impossibly wet and hot his mouth was, god...
A second finger pushed past his entrance and scissored apart from the first, preparing him, but Hyde had Ken the way he wanted him; entirely under his control. The guitarist barely noticed - or cared - about the slight pain, instead focused on the mouth on his need, the pleasure that burned through his body as Hyde's head bobbed back, and then he slid down, further than he had been, pre-cum beginning to bead and drip into his mouth.
"Hideto..." Ken gasped as Hyde kept sliding forward, taking him in, taking him completely in and then sucking gently, then harder, pulling his head back and then pushing forward, mimicking what Ken knew would happen as soon as his lover thought he was ready. He trusted Hyde, but even more than that he needed him, needed this, needed to come because he was almost painfully hard in his lover's mouth...
Ken's eyes squeezed shut when Hyde slid back down his length and his fingers tightened in the younger man's hair and then Hyde pulled back and completely off. The fingers stretching him pulled away and then Hyde was standing, fumbling with his pants and his lips were on Ken's again. In any other situation, Ken would have been amused - it wasn't often that Hyde's need was what defined what was happening, but as the vocalist moaned softly, rocking into his own touch, Ken knew that it hadn't been how close he had been that had determined when Hyde had pulled off - it had been that Hyde himself couldn't wait any longer.
Hot, heavy kisses were shared between them as Hyde opened the ties on his jeans and pulled them open, pushing them and his own boxers down and then stroking, moaning into the liplock. Ken's hips arched, friction and heat between them, and they both moaned, hard and needy. And when they pulled apart, gasping for breath, Ken couldn't help but watch.
It was just his own hand but Hyde's entire form was trembling as he stroked himself, spreading pre-cum along his length and Ken reached out, kissing Hyde again before his own fingers wrapped around his lover's length, taking the opportunity to pleasure his lover. The smaller man moaned again, arching into the touch, but dragged Ken's hand away with a low growl a moment later, kissing the guitarist's neck once before forcing him to turn around, positioning himself when Ken bent over, bracing himself against the wall in the tiny space. Neither of them would last long.
The tip of Hyde's length pressed against his entrance, small fingers digging into Ken's hips, and the guitarist moved back against him, pleading silently, begging for Hyde to take him -
Hyde thrust forward slowly, filling Ken and the guitarist moaned as familiar painpleasure burned through him, making his eyes snap open wide and then squeeze shut, his arousal pulsing as Hyde cursed softly, hands moving to Ken's chest, fingernails raking down the flesh, soft moans dropping from the smaller man as he stayed still for just a moment, letting Ken adjust.
"Move." The request was breathy, gasped between pants of breath, and Hyde moaned instantly, the sound pure sex as he pulled back nearly to the tip and thrust forward, taking his lover roughly, controlled by his own arousal, burying his cock to the hilt in Ken's passage and moaning uncontrollably each time Ken's muscles tightened around him -
"God - Hideto -"
"Ken..." Hyde moaned in reply, speeding the tempo of his thrusts. It was hard, fast, deep. It wasn't making love - this was fucking. This was pure lust and desire and need.
This was what they both craved.
A trembling hand found Ken's arousal and began to stroke him in time with his thrusts, and Ken gasped, biting his lip to hold his own sounds of pleasure in, too far gone to do much more than that. He pushed back against each thrust, struggling to control himself each time his lover took him harder, again and again and again and again...
Hyde hit something within him and Ken nearly cried out, raising one of this own hands to his mouth and biting down on it, forcing himself to remain nearly silent as sparks bloomed behind his eyes. But when Hyde hit it again, he couldn't stop himself from crying out softly, muscles clamping down around Hyde, cock throbbing with need, and when Hyde stroked him hard in time with a thrust so rough his body nearly jerked forward, he moaned again, choking down a cry and then he gasped,
"Hideto - I -"
Ken's eyes rolled back before they slid shut, his body shaking with arousal and need and pleasure and -
He came with a silent scream, Hyde's length slamming against his sweet spot once more, and a second later he felt Hyde come within him as well, his breathing erratic as he slumped against the guitarist's back, panting heavily, sweat beading on his skin.
It was a moment before either of them moved, and then Hyde slowly pulled back, pulling out of Ken with a soft whimper, heart racing in his chest as he stumbled back to lean against the other wall of the small closet, catching his breath.
"Fuck..." Hyde murmured, satisfied and entirely sated.
Ken turned, amused and much the same, straightening up and lazily beginning to redo his pants, pulling them up and then zipping up the front, reaching for the buttons with the lethargy of post-orgasm when there were several raps on the door to the closet.
He and Hyde froze.
"Hyde, Ken, we know you're in there and you were supposed to be back ten minutes ago," a voice informed them and the two men looked at each other, eyes wide as Tetsu's voice floated in the still air for a moment.
Then Hyde repeated himself.
"...fuck..."
Ken looked at Hyde for a minute, a blush too faint to be seen in the darkness dusting his cheeks.
"At least we don't have to do anything but come out of the closet..."