Parlor Tricks - Aki/Hiroto [drabble]
Title: Parlor Tricks
Author: beyondtheremix
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Aki/Hiroto
Band[s]: Sid, Alice Nine
Warning/Disclaimer: smut?, some crack? IDK
Word Count: 600
Comment: poop ._.
Parlor Tricks
Aki was really just too much fun, he had to admit.
It wasn't that Aki hung out with anyone, he hung out with everyone. Perhaps it was simple admiration for a senior musician - someone a little older, a little more famous, a little more experienced - but it was moments like these Hiroto really felt special. Moments when Aki had maybe one too many drinks, when he was getting touchy feely with everyone, sashaying around the small room and moving his hips to the karaoke music. Hiroto felt special and wanted when Aki invited him out, even more so when Aki sidled close and draped an arm over his back.
"Guess what I can do, Pon," he whispered in a conniving sort of tone that he probably thought was sneaky. In reality Aki's words dripped out slurred and a little louder than his usual soft spoken voice.
Hiroto looked up from the bottle in his hands, eyes widening in that endearing way of his, before he tried to stutter out something coherent over the loud blare of music and Kenzo's lazy, half-attentive singing. He didn't get very far, guesses gluing themselves shut between plump lips when Aki's face got even closer than it had been, noses just shy of touching. He sat frozen in his seat as a pink tongue slipped through parted lips and a metal piercing taunted him. Swallowing thickly, Hiroto followed Aki's every movement in almost venerable silence, both curious and taken off guard, but mostly caught in a dazed awe over the man sitting beside him.
He probably wasn't blinking. Hiroto was sure he wasn't blinking. And then click, click. Click, click, click. Aki flicked his tongue downwards, the metal barbell making a delicate tapping noise against the labret in his bottom lip. Hiroto blinked then. Aki's face immediately split into a wide grin, eyes dancing with laughter at the other's dumbstruck expression before leaning in and planting a wet peck dangerously close to Hiroto's lips.
"Awesome, yeah?" he snickered, patting both hands on the younger man's cheeks before tottering away to steal the mic from Kenzo.
W-Well, it was something…
---
Hiroto was still blinking by the time someone managed to pry the microphone out of Aki's drunken grip - he'd been whispering and cooing utterly sexy nonsense into the speakers and it was really getting quite embarrassing. So caught up was he in his mental replay of Aki's tongue flick, flick, flicking, he didn't register the warm body slipping closer and closer, until Aki was hovering nearby, all but in his face.
"Whacha thinking so hard about?"
Hard?
Hiroto squirmed in his seat, desperately trying to recall what it was this beautiful creature had just asked him and desperately trying not to think about those pierced lips… or that pierced tongue… or what exactly he'd been imagining them on...
---
Hiroto felt special, very special indeed, as Aki dragged him into the restroom, yanking open the nearest stall and pulling him in.
It was moments like these, moments when Aki was tugging him forward and he was pushing back, moments when wet heat and a pierced tongue dragged him into completion, that he truly felt special. He didn't need words, just the soft moans slipping past his own lips as he was turned around, hands scrambling against a dirty tiled wall, prepped and pressed into. He didn't say a thing as ringed fingers gripped his hips and a warm body melded against his back.
Aki had a way of making everyone feel wanted.
Somehow Hiroto hoped he could be more than wanted.
A little more than special.
A/N:
Here's something I needed to post. I haven't written in forever :( I'm trying?
I don't know what's wrong with me *WAILS*
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Author: beyondtheremix
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Aki/Hiroto
Band[s]: Sid, Alice Nine
Warning/Disclaimer: smut?, some crack? IDK
Word Count: 600
Comment: poop ._.
Parlor Tricks
Aki was really just too much fun, he had to admit.
It wasn't that Aki hung out with anyone, he hung out with everyone. Perhaps it was simple admiration for a senior musician - someone a little older, a little more famous, a little more experienced - but it was moments like these Hiroto really felt special. Moments when Aki had maybe one too many drinks, when he was getting touchy feely with everyone, sashaying around the small room and moving his hips to the karaoke music. Hiroto felt special and wanted when Aki invited him out, even more so when Aki sidled close and draped an arm over his back.
"Guess what I can do, Pon," he whispered in a conniving sort of tone that he probably thought was sneaky. In reality Aki's words dripped out slurred and a little louder than his usual soft spoken voice.
Hiroto looked up from the bottle in his hands, eyes widening in that endearing way of his, before he tried to stutter out something coherent over the loud blare of music and Kenzo's lazy, half-attentive singing. He didn't get very far, guesses gluing themselves shut between plump lips when Aki's face got even closer than it had been, noses just shy of touching. He sat frozen in his seat as a pink tongue slipped through parted lips and a metal piercing taunted him. Swallowing thickly, Hiroto followed Aki's every movement in almost venerable silence, both curious and taken off guard, but mostly caught in a dazed awe over the man sitting beside him.
He probably wasn't blinking. Hiroto was sure he wasn't blinking. And then click, click. Click, click, click. Aki flicked his tongue downwards, the metal barbell making a delicate tapping noise against the labret in his bottom lip. Hiroto blinked then. Aki's face immediately split into a wide grin, eyes dancing with laughter at the other's dumbstruck expression before leaning in and planting a wet peck dangerously close to Hiroto's lips.
"Awesome, yeah?" he snickered, patting both hands on the younger man's cheeks before tottering away to steal the mic from Kenzo.
W-Well, it was something…
---
Hiroto was still blinking by the time someone managed to pry the microphone out of Aki's drunken grip - he'd been whispering and cooing utterly sexy nonsense into the speakers and it was really getting quite embarrassing. So caught up was he in his mental replay of Aki's tongue flick, flick, flicking, he didn't register the warm body slipping closer and closer, until Aki was hovering nearby, all but in his face.
"Whacha thinking so hard about?"
Hard?
Hiroto squirmed in his seat, desperately trying to recall what it was this beautiful creature had just asked him and desperately trying not to think about those pierced lips… or that pierced tongue… or what exactly he'd been imagining them on...
---
Hiroto felt special, very special indeed, as Aki dragged him into the restroom, yanking open the nearest stall and pulling him in.
It was moments like these, moments when Aki was tugging him forward and he was pushing back, moments when wet heat and a pierced tongue dragged him into completion, that he truly felt special. He didn't need words, just the soft moans slipping past his own lips as he was turned around, hands scrambling against a dirty tiled wall, prepped and pressed into. He didn't say a thing as ringed fingers gripped his hips and a warm body melded against his back.
Aki had a way of making everyone feel wanted.
Somehow Hiroto hoped he could be more than wanted.
A little more than special.
A/N:
Here's something I needed to post. I haven't written in forever :( I'm trying?
I don't know what's wrong with me *WAILS*
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