[Log] Saxytimes

[the_pierrot]

Characters: Sakaki Tarou & Irie Kanata
Location: Music Room
Time: October 17th
Rating: MA/NC-17/S for smut and saxytimes
Summary: In which Sakaki needs relief and Irie needs closeness


Sakaki needed an escape, something to take his mind off the horrible state of his office. He thought about spending some quality time with his violin in his apartment, but his quarters were already uncomfortably filled with all the articles he had been able to salvage from his waterlogged office. Instead, he had decided on some piano time in the music room and that's exactly where he was, surprised to find the door unlocked.

If it was unlocked, it was simply because there was a student there. A student who had been trusted with his own key to the room. Someone in school apparently trusted him enough, and therefore Irie Kanata sat in the windowsill, back against the wall, as slender fingers danced over the keys of his saxophone. He didn't seem to notice Sakaki as he kept playing without missing a beat.

As soon as he opened the door, Sakaki heard the melodious sax and, for a moment, reconsidered his decision to monopolize the room himself. That said, he didn't know if he wanted to leave - he had been looking forward to spending some quality time with his baby grand (which he hated being parted from so badly, he lent it to the school). Wrought with indecision, he slid the door closed behind him and leaned against the door closed. If nothing else, he did love listening to Irie play.

The melody was a slow piece, the tones drifting dreamily through the room, and as it finally died out, the boy remained seated, eyes closed and mouthpiece still resting against his lower lip. His arms were getting weary. With a sigh of regret he lowered the sax and opened his eyes, blinking at the sudden light. By chance, he turned his head to look out over the room, and it didn't take him long to notice Sakaki. A look of surprise came to him, followed by a bright smile. "Sensei! How long have you...?"

Holding his hands up defensively, Sakaki shook his head. "I just got here." Decision made, Sakaki strolled over to the piano, sliding his hand along the polished surface before sliding onto the bench and lifting they keyguard. "You've gotten better, Irie-kun. That was a very impressive tone."

"Do you really think so?" The boy brightened, honey brown eyes glittering. "Then... Mind playing together with me? I'll do my best to keep up."

Nodding, Sakaki checked the tune of the piano with a simple chord. "It's been nearly a year since I stopped being able to give you private lessons and you've continued improving on your own. It almost makes me want to take up the saxophone myself," Finding the pitch to his satisfaction, he idly played a chromatic scale, "Almost, he added with a smile. "Do you have anything in mind to play, or would you rather improvise?"

"I'm sure I could improve even more with the right tutelage." Irie smiled, the hint of something lost lingering in his tone. "Anyway... I'd like to improvise, if it's alright with you." He was curious to see just how well their minds would meet, after a year apart, music-wise. (It just wasn't the same with the regular classes.)

Sakaki laughed. "You've already far surpassed anything I would be able to teach you, I'm afraid. Woodwinds aren't my forte, as you know. Still, I quite enjoyed our lessons." He stretched his fingers and settled them on the ivories, "Let's see what you've got, Irie-kun."

"I enjoyed them too..." And he really missed them. And he knew it wasn't simply his abandonment issues that caused that longing; it had been so much fun being taught something he loved from someone as skilled as Sakaki. "... And I don't believe that. Okay, here it goes..." He started up anew, this time making the melody up on the fly, a slightly more upbeat tune, more jazz inspired that simply lounge music.

Being classically trained as he was, it had taken Sakaki a long time to understand Irie's love of jazz and an even longer time to adapt his own play style for when they played together. By now, however, he was able to adapt to the swing style and fell in perfectly alongside Irie's melody, occasionally building in volume or tempo to overtake it before backing off.

It was just like old days, Irie thought. He closed his eyes and was transported to times when he had hidden away in the music room, lost and lonely and seeking solace with the music. How Sakaki had started teaching him and how they eventually had started playing together. How he had tried his way through the more classical music and how he had tried to get Sakaki to play jazz. It had worked better once the older man had abandoned the saxophone in favor of the piano, definitely.

Sakaki's foray with the saxophone had been ill-fated from the start, preferring his first loves, the piano and the violin. However, he had been taught enough during his university career to have a reasonable proficiency with all instruments, though he was a string specialist. It hadn't taken Irie long to learn everything he knew about the saxophone and surpass him - he had been forced to concede defeat and try to continue their lessons from his piano bench, where his classical skill had been unmatched and Irie truly had no hope to catch him. They had, almost naturally, grown apart after that, going in their different musical directions. Between that and Irie's exam schedule, their lessons had gotten more and more infrequent until they had stopped completely.

Slowly landing in the now again, the melody died away and Irie lowered the instrument. A quick glance at the watch on the wall showed that they had played for at least ten minutes. It felt like one. He gently placed the saxophone on the windowsill as he jumped down from it, trotting over to the piano, and Sakaki. "How was it? Did you like it?"

Sakaki's eyes had fallen pleasantly closed, as they often did when he played from memory or when he made up the melody as he went along. He opened them with a pleasant sigh. "It was everything I remembered..." he murmured before a wicked smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "Was it good for you?"

The boy's eyes widened for a moment, before he smiled brightly, cheeks only slightly flushed. "Oh yes~ Ah... Maybe a bit lacking though. It was very smooth... But where was the bite, sensei?"

"The bite?" Sakaki asked, an eyebrow quirked in inquiry. "I was unaware you ever found me lacking before, Irie-kun." His voice dropped in pitch only slightly, but he knew Irie would hear it, "If you had wanted something more aggressive, you know you need only ask."

"Never before." He sat down on the piano bench next to Sakaki, pressing a slender finger down on one ivory key, the tone vibrating through the room. "Question is... Do you still have it?"

Acutely aware of Irie's proximity, Sakaki pressed the key exactly two octaves lower than the one he had chosen. "I've never lost it," he replied smoothly, "Question is, do you still want it?"

Irie's finger followed, one key away from Sakaki's finger. Hand brushed against hand. "What do you think?"

Sakaki's finger jumped and sought refuge upon one of the raised black keys. "I would think you were being awfully insufferable if you didn't..." he murmured quietly.

"That's not me," Irie replied calmly. "Not towards you at least, Sensei." He looked up and smiled, the blush lingering on his cheeks.

"No?" Sakaki asked, noticing the pleasant flushing of Irie's face, "That's good to hear," he added, his finger sliding down from its black fortress in a deliberate caress over Irie's skin.

"I like my games, Sensei, but I prefer them if they're fair." The small hairs on his skin stood up, and he looked Sakaki straight in the eyes. "So, no games here."

Sakaki withdrew his hand obediently and rested it in his lap. "No games then," he said, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling, deliberately avoiding Irie's gaze, "Where does that leave us, Irie-kun?"

"Awkward," the boy suggested. "Or... honest with each other?" He chuckled. "There's no need to push for something that will make us uncomfortable, though. But for now..." He reached out a hand and cupped Sakaki's cheek. "... I'm not uncomfortable at all."

With everything that had happened in the last few days, Sakaki was willing to allow himself to be comforted. He leaned into the warmth of Irie's hand, daring to let his eyes focus on the boy next to him, "Neither am I," he replied, smiling softly.

"Good. Good..." He traced his thumb along Sakaki's temple, intertwining the tips of his fingers in the man's hair and then scooted just a little closer. "Things have been a mess, haven't they?"

Sakaki rolled his eyes, "That is an understatment," he didn't know if he was talking about his poor office or Irie, even as he touched their foreheads together

Irie wasn't entirely certain either, but as it were, he decided to focus on the more recent happenings. They were easier to approach after all. "The previous lack of hot water, and... There's more as well, right?" They were so close, he wondered how his breath felt on Sakaki's face. Was it as hot as he imagined it to be?

Sakaki sighed, "Water basically hates me right now..." he admitted (not knowing how right he was). Irie's breath on his skin wasn't an unwelcome feeling, though. "Utter and complete hatred."

"Well... That's too bad, isn't it?" Irie's voice had lowered a couple of octaves and he found himself leaning in even closer, lips almost touching. "I'm not water, though..."

Sakaki's voice followed suit, sliding forward ever so slightly. "That is indeed a very good thing," he murmured, his lips ghosting over Irie's temptingly and very deliberately. "It would make certain things much more difficult, wouldn't you say"

"Very." He mimicked Sakaki, his lips lingering a bit longer before he pulled back, only a few millimeters.

Trailing his hand up to rest on Irie's jaw (and preventing him from pulling back too far), Sakaki laughed. "Should be avoided," he drawled, leaning in for another teasing not-quite brush of lips.

The hand on his jaw caused him to shiver, just a little. He wondered if Sakaki was just as nervous as he was - it had been a year - or if the months gone by mattered less for the man as he was older and definitely more seasoned. Don't overthink it, he scolded himself. Instead he leaned into the brushing of lips, wanting more, wanting a real kiss.

Irie's moment of indecision was a delicious treat for Sakaki's ego. He brushed his thumb teasingly along the shell of the boy's ear before pulling just hard enough to be able to kiss him properly. With some amusement, he realized Irie tasted precisely as he did the last time, nearly a year ago.

"Ah!" Was the small sound that escaped the boy before their lips properly met, and as such, his mouth was still halfway open during the kiss. He took the opportunity offered to him and caught Sakaki's lower lip between his, suckling carefully, curiously at it.

Sakaki make a small noise of contentment as Irie caught his lip. He gave a token struggle, swiping his tongue over Irie's top lip teasingly, as if it to tell it there was much more fun to be had if only it were to let go.

Irie's lips curled in a smile - that tickled! - and he did let go, not much, only enough for Sakaki to be able to escape his hold if he really wanted to. His hand came up behind the man's neck, resting against it. This is completely immoral, he thought, the blush returning to his cheeks.

Only pulling back enough to take Irie's glasses off before kissing Irie again, Sakaki tickled the boy's lips with his tongue, asking for something a little deeper. He'd been so tightly wound lately, even the gentle touch was soothing, but it was also awakening something else, something that had been dormant for a long time.

As always, it felt strange when the glasses were suddenly removed, and he blinked a few times, trying to get the world into focus; not the easiest thing when you had someone's face that close to your own. He exhaled, allowing Sakaki to probe deeper, his own hand on the man's neck pushing them both together. No second thoughts. No games. He needed closeness. Needed someone who saw him. And Sakaki needed something, that much was obvious. Maybe comfort. Maybe only a moment's peace. Whatever it was, he would get it, Irie decided.

Sakaki's free hand settled on Irie's hip, clutching the dress shirt in something not that unlike desperation. He let Irie pull him closer, the kiss becoming something deeper and more urgent. His mind spun. He didn't know what he wanted, not from Irie, not from himself, he just wanted.

He let it happen, shivering again as he felt Sakaki's tongue touch his. He glanced over at the door to the music room - it was still closed - and then he reached with his free hand, starting to unbutton his own shirt. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Maybe he was getting the wrong signals... But he doubted it. The shirt opened up and slid down over his shoulders.

Hearing the rustle of fabric, Sakaki's hand suddenly found itself beneath warm skin rather than soft cotton. Before he could stop himself, he groaned into Irie's mouth, pulling him closer. If nothing else, he supposed he had a pretty good idea what Irie was after and the boy's overt desire was contagious. Figuring it was better than getting himself strangled, he deftly removed his manscarf, draping it over the piano and returning his attention more fully to the bundle of needy energy in his arms.

In the meantime, Irie had made the process short with his shirt and it now rested peacefully on the floor. He felt a little embarrassed over showing this much skin; he was thin boned like a bird, but rounded in arms and his stomach was soft rather than flat, baby fat still clinging stubbornly to him. His torso was devoid of hair, except a few curly strands that started down by the lining of his underwear that peeked up from underneath his dress pants. "H--how?" The first word spoken in a handful of minutes, and it was nothing more than a quivering whisper, as if he was afraid he'd break the mood with that single question.

"I... don't know..." Sakaki answered, breathlessly. To be honest, he hadn't thought that far. His mind was overwhelmed with how nice Irie's skin felt and how pliant his mouth was at that moment. He dropped a hand onto the boy's upper thigh, rubbing it gently.

"We'll just..." He wasn't sure. Couldn't remember what to say. He simply reached again, hands groping for Sakaki's shirt, sneaking underneath it after pulling it up from the man's pants, the palms of his hands massaging against the hot skin underneath. "So--something." It was a vague, rather unhelpful request, if even that.

This was one of the few moments wherein Sakaki really questioned his need to wear a three-piece suit every day. The hint of desperation in Irie's touch fueled his desire more than he thought it would. With only slight difficulty, he pulled him more fully into his lap. "Where..." he purred, feeling the blossoming erection against his own.

"Everywhere." Still not helpful. And his pants felt tight, in the way, restricting. He gave a small, annoyed sound and pressed himself against Sakaki, kissing his cheek and jawline and down on the neck, tongue flicking against the adam's apple. "Hold me," he breathed, as if Sakaki wasn't already doing just that.

Sakaki growled. Part of him wanted to take Irie right on the piano bench, it was obvious the boy was willing enough; however he knew the bench would not take that sort of punishment. He rolled his hips into Irie, who he held tightly in his arms, even as he scanned the room for a better surface. His eyes settled on the lid of his baby grand...

"Se--sensei..." He drank the sight of Sakaki - or at least what he could make out without his glasses - blurred face but a strong and attractive body. The faint scent of after shave and shampoo. Specks of dust dances in the rays of light that fell into the room. Fell on Sakaki and highlighted his hair. "I..."

"Hold onto me tightly," Sakaki murmured into Irie's ear, hoping he had enough strength to pick him up without too much maneuvering. The idea he had was wicked enough and he knew he would have to spend a long time polishing his treasured piano; but right now, his need was yelling at him louder than his rational thought.

On cue, Irie wormed his arms around Sakaki's waist, holding on for dear life. He wasn't sure why the man had stopped with the kisses and all, but he figured it was for a good reason.

Thinking back upon it, it would have been much easier to have simply asked Irie to get up and drape himself over the lid of his piano. But Sakaki doubted either of them wanted to relinquish physical contact for any longer than strictly necessary. Even as he stood, he littered kisses along Irie's throat, carrying him steadily a few metres, balancing him awkwardly as he sought to close the lid with one hand.

What is he doing...? He soon caught on, and it tickled his sense for adventure and mischief, which caused him to giggle against Sakaki. "Naughty, Sensei~" Once the lid was closed, he did his best to make himself as comfortable as possible, while still trying to keep in contact with the man using hands or feet or lips. Either that worked and reached properly.

With Irie face down on the piano, Sakaki moulded his body to his student's, trying to make sure they touch in as many places as possible. He kissed the boy's neck even as his hands fumbled at Irie's belt. "Tell me now if you don't want this," he purred, rolling his hips into Irie's backside, "Because I don't know how much longer I'll be able to think straight.

Things had gone by with the speed of light, he thought. He wasn't sure how they had gone from jamming together to this, but he wanted this. He was certain. Or... He needed this. And that was the same, was it not? "Sensei," he complained, head buzzing too much for him to be able to articulate his thoughts properly. Instead he reached down to help Sakaki with his belt, and the zipper of his pants. He could feel himself jerk at the touch, it felt like all the blood was focused on his loins and had left his head vapid.

Hearing Irie's pants hit the floor, Sakaki smiled against his shoulder and curled his fingers around him for an experimental stroke. He could feel how hard they both were and knew they would each be able to lose themselves in the moment. In what was, perhaps one of his last moments of clarity, however, he remembered one very important thing. "I don't know about you, but I wasn't planning this when I came here... I don't have anything..."

Anything? Anything what? It took a while for Irie's hormone dimmed mind to catch on. "... Oh. So... Uh..." Now it was difficult to think. To focus. Sakaki's hand on him, and no lube... Probably no rubber either. Oh. Uh... "So... No... I mean... I can... Uh. Mouth. Ha-hands. Or...?"

Sakaki groaned, rubbing himself against Irie very purposefully. He had to think... He was pretty sure he could find something to substitute for lube; the condom, however, was another matter. He growled in frustration. He wanted this too badly, he didn't know what to do.

"... I don't want to stop," Irie groaned, half willing to throw caution out the door and simply go bareback - he hadn't had anyone else during the year, in fact, Sakaki was the only one he had ever been intimate with, but he wasn't naive enough to think that the same went for the handsome teacher - but it really wasn't a good idea. "I want you."

"Are you sure?" Sakaki asked, his eyes settling on a supply cabinet. "Don't move," he said, leaving the warmth of Irie's body to grab a bottle of hand lotion (after hovering his hand over a bottle of valve oil, but deciding against it) and come back. "Any port in a storm", he whispered, opening his own pants with practiced ease, sliding himself teasingly between Irie's cheeks when he was exposed.

"Definitely." Irie wasn't impatient by nature, far from it, but he thought that the time he spent waiting for Sakaki to return seemed like the longest minute and a half - or whatever it was - in his life. Without the man's warmth, it was chilling, and he was half afraid Sakaki would get second thoughts and simply walk out, so when he returned, the boy couldn't help a small sigh of relief, a sigh that turned into a surprised yelp as he felt that firm warmth pressing between his cheeks and again it felt like all blood rushed downwards, his mind almost blank for a moment. He made another sound, half pleading, half demanding that he'd just hurry it up already.

Using lotion was most definitely messier than using the type of personal lubricant he preferred, Sakaki decided (musing that perhaps the valve oil might have been the more intelligent [if more emotionally scarring] choice). Still, it was preferable to going in without anything, even as he slid one finger and then a second into Irie, scissoring him efficiently. He suspected neither of them would be able to take it if he tried to draw this out. The boy was tight, as he always was, and Sakaki could feel himself throb in anticipation.

The lotion burned for a moment, cold and sticky and not all too comfortable - the perfume in it, he supposed - but feeling Sakaki's fingers inside him, and feeling the jolts that went through his body when that spot was brushed against, light as a feather, was more than enough to make up for it. But he wanted more than just that light touch. "It's... it's okay." He reached down with one hand to touch himself, breathing quickened and small rivulets of sweat coming down his face, dampening his curls, strands of hair sticking to his brow. "Hold me... Now, Sensei. Please..."

Applying a bit more lotion to his erection, Sakaki pushed himself inside Irie slowly but without pause until he was fully sheathed. His arms went around the body beneath him, moulding himself to the line of Irie's back and dropping fleeting kisses to the boy's shoulder. "Tell me when you've adjusted," he murmured, trying to keep his breathing even and stop himself from submitting to the fast, unrelenting rhythm his body yearned for.

It definitely was more painful than it would have been with proper lubrication. His breath caught in his throat for a moment as he focused on relaxing - but not too much, if he did that, he was afraid he'd might start phasing... and that wouldn't be desirable in the least - his body as much as he could allow himself to do. Sparks were behind his eyes as the tip of Sakaki's erection pressed against that special spot, jolts of pleasure speeding through him. Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. The line between the two was so thin. And Irie decided that enough was enough. "Now. Just... Come on...!"

Keeping himself pressed against Irie as much as he could, Sakaki pulled out and thrust back in, repeating the gesture with a deliberate snap of his hips. His arms tightened for a little extra leverage. "How are you so tight?" he muttered, smothering a very undignified moan into Irie's throat.

"I... I am?" He had a feeling Sakaki didn't really expect an answer, but it was the proper thing to do, wasn't it? Speak when spoken to and all... He had to marvel at himself, that he managed to think such coherent thoughts right now. Unnecessary thoughts at that. "... Just... I'm... I'm glad." His breathing was quickened, and it was getting more and more difficult to string his thoughts together. There was no way he would be able to last long if they kept going like this. He knew that, but he didn't want to stop. Couldn't.

Letting go of all his frustration and all his tension, Sakaki pounded into Irie, thankful for the piano's breaks to keep them from moving. His mind was descending into the pleasurable haze of oncoming orgasm and wasted no time in voicing his contentment.

Irie wasn't sure if he was being loud or not, how was he supposed to hear anything at all when everything was sensory overload and his entire body felt warm and heavy and... Someone cried out, he could feel it rather than hear it, and then he reached the peak and spilled over, mind going completely white for a second or two.

Sakaki didn't last much longer, emptying himself with a sated groan when Irie clamped down on him hard. They stayed like that, draped over each other and the piano, for a long moment before Sakaki gracefully withdrew and set about putting himself back into his pants.

Irie didn't move. He was sore and spent and he waited for his breathing to calm down and for his mind to land back in reality again. There were tears in his eyes and he wiped furiously at them before finally turning around to face Sakaki. "... I made a mess on the piano, I think."

"I see that," Sakaki said, noticing the obvious splatter mark on the polished surface. "I would venture to guess that would be easier to clean up now rather than when it dries." He adjusted his cufflinks. "You should get on that, Irie-kun," he said, pulling the boy in for a hard kiss, still savouring his unique taste.

"Do I look like a maid to you?" The objection was half hearted at best and was uttered in a rush between that first hard kiss and a second that the boy himself initiated. As he pulled back, there were tears in his eyes again and he tried to blink them away. "And don't worry, I'll do it, but... Where did my glasses go?"

Sakaki smiled. Irie had always been so much easier to control than say, Niou, on whom he actively had to use his powers. "I'm sure there are no shortage of rags around here," he said, reaching over to where he had set the boy's glasses. Carefully, he replaced them atop Irie's nose, punctuated by yet another kiss which was more like a nip at his lower lip.

The boy nodded and started to get dressed, planning to clean up the mess here and then take a long shower. But first... "Sensei, I..." He pulled a hand through his hair, blushing again, and then he started to fiddle a little with his glasses in a hopeless attempt to conceal his embarrassment. "Thank you. For... Uh. This."

Reaching out to tuck an errant strand of hair behind an ear, Sakaki smiled. "It's nothing. If anything I should be thanking you. I think we both needed it though..." For a few minutes, at least, he was able to forget everything that was wrong and simply indulge himself, it was a wonderful feeling. "I should also thank you for the song, it was most enjoyable."

"We'll play again~" Irie smiled widely, and whether he meant that they'd play the instruments together again, or if they'd indulge in more adult games, well... Who knew?

Sakaki nodded and moved towards the door. "Let's not lose touch this time," he said, turning back to Irie and giving a small little wave for disappearing back into the hallway. If he hurried, he'd still be able to make his meditation appointment with Niou.