[Challenge][10_encounters] Going out
Title: Going out
Chapter: 1/1
Author: elfling_eryn
Beta: Neko-chan
Band/Pairing: Reita(GazettE)/Ni~ya(Naitomea)/Uruha(GazettE)
Theme: #3 Dermophilia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: leather fetish, D/s,
Summary: It's Ruka's birthday so Nightmare goes to a club. What will happen when GazettE decides to drop by?
After his last encounter with Aki Ni~ya had kept to the concept called abstinence, not trusting his surroundings any longer. He even had refused to go out with his band mates, because he feared what could happen when all of them were drunk.
But slowly he had found his trust again and even though he was still slightly uncomfortable, on Ruka's birthday they managed to drag him out to a club again in order to enjoy the evening. It was warm outside and even as the sun set it was still safe to walk around with only a thin shirt. For this was, what the blond bassist was wearing at the moment, along with a pair of form fitting black leather pants and boots. All in all he was rather plain with only minimal make up, at lease compared to his band mates, who had all dressed up for the occasion.
But he didn't care. After all he wasn't intending to attract any attention tonight.
To Ni~ya's distress this plain attire was, what was attracting most of the attention, making him stand out from his friends the most. And his expression, faking a mix of boredom and annoyance, managed to bring him two invitation to other tables just on the way from the club door to bar.
Politely he declined, trying to look a little more like he enjoyed himself and a little less tense. And at least from the way to the booth they had rented for the occasion he was left alone.
There, in the secluded back of the club, he was for the first time fully able to relax. He chatted with Saki, teased Hitsugi and just enjoyed himself...
That was until someone decided to drop by...namely the member's of the Gazette, who happened to just drop by at this club today. When they had noticed the other band in the back of the club they had, of course, decided to drop by.
And of course everyone was enthusiastic, moving closer together to make room for the other five men. Everyone but Ni~ya, who was now sitting in the very back of the booth, cramped between Uruha and Sakito.
Said two guitarists were already involved in a lively discussion about...well...guitarist things. The things they claimed a bassist like Ni~ya would never understand.
As the evening proceeded Ni~ya more and more began to wonder exactly why he had even went along. All he was doing now was sitting around and sipping what was mostlikely his 5th drink, listening to the conversation of the two guitarists. Everyone else, too, seemed to be happily involved in some discussion or another. Or they were on the dance floor or god knows where...like Ruki and Aoi were....and also...wasn't Kai taking a bit long just to go to the bathroom?
Ni~ya sighed, sinking lower into his seat. Long ago had he stopped listening to his friend's conversation, for they talked about rather boring things. Because of this he didn't notice that, at the moment, the two blonds weren't talking about guitars but about the zoned out bassist between them. More specific about his outfit.
"How can he go out like that?", Uruha asked almost disbelievingly.
"Said he didn't want to catch attention", Sakito replied chuckling. "Unfortunately he managed the exact opposite"
Both laughed some, Sakito barely managed to not pet Ni~ya. The other's absent expression was just too cute.
"I could imagine. But really, those pants must be uncomfortable", the guitarist of Gazette said, letting his eyes roam up form fitting black leather that seemed to all but cling to the bassist's legs. And even though he tried to not do it his eyes stayed on the other's crotch just a moment longer than needed. He just couldn't resist the temptation of leather, it always made his skin tingle delicately.
Sakito chuckled as his eyes followed Uruha's gaze.
"Horny much?", he teased, laughing when Uruha blushed. "No need to be ashamed. He is hot after all....not as hot as I am, but still eye candy", he reasoned.
"Don't praise yourself to the skies, Sa-kun. He's ways cuter", Uruha grumbled, still blushing faintly. Nonetheless curious finger's started to move up and down the bassist's leg, enjoying the feeling of leather beneath his fingertips way too much.
Now it was Sakito's turn to pout and smack the other playfully.
"You're lying", he accused the other.
But before Uruha could reply and anger Sakito even more Ruka spoke up.
"Hey you guys. Intending to stay here much longer?", the drummer asked. "Or do you want to join us?", he added, pointing at the dance floor where all of them were now busy dancing.
Without hesitation Sakito stood, sticking his tounge out in the direction of Uruha.
"Uru-kun will most likely stay here. Just don't violate our little bassist, pervert", he snarled while following Ruka out of the booth.
"I will stay. And you make sure no one comes and violates you, sissy", Uruha snarled right back.
Fortunately Ruka already had a hold on his guitarist's wrist to pull him over to the dance floor.
Pouting some more Uruha looked after them, finger's still running over smooth leather. Now that he was alone with the blond he could focus so much better on the feeling of the other's pants, of the muscles you could so very well feel beneath it.
Politely Ni~ya now coughed.
"Care to explain exactly why you're stroking my leg?", he asked annoyed, taking a sip of his drink. His annoyance was mostly triggered by the fact that, indeed, he was turned on by the other's soft caresses. They had, in his opinion, moved about much to many sensitive spots on his leg.
Uruha blushed a deep crimson, gaze lowering to his hand which now laid on the other's upper thigh, almost where leg met hip.
"I...I was just...admiring your pants...", he mumbled, still blushing.
Ni~ya sighed.
"And why is that so? It's just a pair of plain leather pants", the bassist snapped, still annoyed, and totally not happy with the place of the guitarist's hand.
"Because...", Uruha gulped hard, "It's because they're leather pants. I always wonder how someone can stand wearing them."
This comment made him cock his head.
"So you don't like them?", he asked, not really understanding what would be fascinating about something you disliked.
"Oh, no, no, you misunderstand me. I like them very much", the blond was quick to correct. When he realized just what he had said he shrunk down a little more, stomach tightening as he heard the bassist chuckle darkly.
"So you're a little leather-fetishist I take it?", Ni~ya asked, grinning at the other.
Mutely Uruha nodded, closing his eyes and hesitantly drew back his hand. He was sure Ni~ya would be disgusted by this, even though he didn't sound like it.
The bassist was fast, though, taking a hold of the other's wrist and bringing it back down to his body. More exactly to the prominent bulge in the front of his pants.
"Ah, ah. You're fully responsible for this and I refuse to go home with a hard-on", he stated, hiding his insecurity behind harsh words. Since Aki he didn't trust anyone any longer. He had promised himself not to submit to anyone again. Luckily Uruha had no problem with submitting for the time being. After all he, too, was hard already.
"What do you want me to do then, Ni~ya-kun?", the blond asked, peeking around to make sure he was still alone with the platinum beauty. His hand meanwhile started to slowly rub the other through his pants, enjoying the feeling of leather covered skin way too much. As well as the rough smell of arousal and leather that was invading his nose.
"Whatever you feel like", he answered, shrugging some. He couldn't fight the soft moan though, that escaped his lips.
Uruha nodded, leaning closer and starting to nibble on Ni~ya's ear as his hand worked on undoing the other's pants. Then the blond slipped his hand inside tight leather pants.
Ni~ya let his head fall back at that, mewling some as the other started to jerk him off. It felt so fucking good being touched like that again. How long had it been since he had last had sex. Weeks, months already? The bassist wasn't sure.
As another moan threatened to escape him Uruha quickly covered his mouth with his own, drinking up the sweet sounds the platinum blond was making. The guitarist, too, was hard and if he had gotten the chance he would have fucked the other. But Ni~ya didn't look like he'd like it, so instead he kept stroking the other's cock while he kissed him.
Moaning into the kiss Ni~ya didn't notice what went on around him for his eyes were still closed.
Because of this he didn't notice the person creeping up behind Uruha, didn't notice the bassist leaning against the other before the guitarist was pulled off of him.
"What do you think you're doing, pet?", came a dark and angry voice from behind Uruha and immediately Ni~ya's eyes shoot open, fixing on Reita almost frightenedly.
"N-nothing, Reita-sama", Uruha mumbled, trying to withdraw his hand from Ni~ya’s pants without his lover noticing.
Unfortunately Reita was observing the scene for long enough already, so he quickly grabbed the other's wrists.
"I don't believe that, pet. You sure you're doing nothing?", the part blond- and part black-haired bassist asked, voice almost cold.
With half lidden eyes Ni~ya watched the scene in front of him unfold, the way the blond guitarist shiver as his master's voice sounded so close to his eyes and leather clad fingers closed around a thin wrist. The blond was quite sure that Reita hadn't worn these gloves at the beginning of the evening. So he already planned this, he thought to himself.
"No, master, I'm sorry master", Uruha mumbled, leaning back against his bassist.
"Then tell me, what are you doing, pet. And why don't I know about it?", the older bassist asked, letting the other leather-clad hand move up the other's chest, sneaking beneath his shirt.
"I...I was touching Ni~ya-kun. Be...Because...you left me alone here", the guitarist said, speech broken by gasps and pants as the leather teased his chest.
Reita smirked, biting the other's ear.
"So as soon as I leave you somewhere you jump the next best person?", Reita asked, tsking. "Sakito told me what you were talking about...", he then went on, letting his hands roam over the other's chest, pinching his nipples roughly and reveling in the gasps this pulled from the other's lips.
A soft whimper fell from Uruha's lips at the other's words, eyes falling shut as he pressed his chest into the touch, moaning mutedly as he bit his lips. After all he didn't want anyone to notice exactly what was going on back here.
"He told me to", the blond guitarist said, pouting some and gasping yet again.
Now Reita's cold eyes turned to Ni~ya.
"Is that correct?", he asked, voice dangerously cold.
Hesitantly Ni~ya nodded. Even though he had decided to not submit again the other bassist gave an aura of complete control. He just couldn't fight him.
"He gave me a hard on, so he should very well take care of it", he said defensively.
"You did, pet?", he asked, looking Ni~ya over. He chuckled darkly. "Couldn't you resist the temptation of his pants, pet?"
The guitarist bit his lower lip at that, shaking his head some.
"No, Reita-sama", he mumbled, blushing.
"Than it's okay for you to help him...but not like this.", he said, pulling Uruha back against his chest more, so he was now kneeling on the booth's seats.
"Hands behind your back, pet", came the next order.
With half-lidden eyes Ni~ya watched the guitarist obey and the bassist pull something from his pocket what looked suspiciously like a spare nose-strap. It was then used to effectively lock the other's hand behind his back.
"Good boy", came the soft murmur of Reita's deep voice from behind.
"Now lean forward and finish your job", the bassist ordered wrapping one arm around Uruha to support him as he leaned forward.
This time the blond guitarist moaned loudly, closing his eyes as he deeply inhaled the scent of the other's arousal mixed with the heavy scent of leather. Without hesitating for another moment he leaned down completely, trusting his lover to hold him as he took Ni~ya's cock into his mouth.
At this Nightmare's bassist moaned, arching up and thrusting into the wet heat now surrounding his cock. Out of half closed eyes he watched Reita working on Uruha's hotpants, opening them and pulling them down. This earned the black/blond bassist some moans on his lover's part as well as eager hips pushing back in his direction.
Reita tsked, holding the other's hips in place.
"Stop struggling, pet", he ordered, waiting for Uruha to calm down before he released his hold on the blond's hip. The free hand he used to push his shirt up, exposing his lover's pale back to him. Leaning forward he started to place small nips and licks on the expanse of creamy skin displayed to him.
"Do you like that, pet? sucking him off like that, his leather pants so very close you can all but taste it. Would you want me to fuck you like that, pet? Right here, in the back of the club where everyone could drop by again."
Uruha moaned at these words, pressing himself back against his lover, who now used one gloved hand to stroke the other's ass, teasing the sensitive skin there.
Ni~ya, too, was moaning in abandon, head falling back, his hand buried in blond locks.
It didn't take Nightmare's bassist long to reach his orgasm, after all he hadn't been touched in quite a while. A rather loud moan fell from his lips as he came into Uruha's mouth, the guitarist swallowing his release with practiced ease.
When Ni~ya came back down from his high the first thing he noticed was, that Uruha's mouth was no longer on him, the blond having backed off.
The second thing he noticed were breathy pants coming from beside him.
Slowly he opened his eyes half ways, moaning some as he saw the scene now in front of him.
Reita seemed to have used the time that the other bassist had taken to come back down from him high to pull Uruha into his lap. And while one gloved hand now held onto the other's neck, kissing the guitarist harshly the other one guided Uruha down further. The blond was writhing in his lover's lap, obviously not liking the slow pace his band mate set.
Luckily for the guitarist Reita finally took pity on him, loosening his hold on the other's hips so the other could ride him at his own pace. And Uruha obviously enjoyed this much more, moaning into the kiss loud enough that even Ni~ya could hear it.
Almost hesitantly the older bassist reached for his drink, taking a sip as he watched the two member's of the Gazette move in front of him, uncaring of the watcher. Deep down in his chest he could feel the longing grow again, the longing to be in Uruha's place, to have someone he could trust. Someone to keep him in line, someone that made him feel loved and protected, someone that would not take advantage of his weakness.
And as he watched the two lover's reach heaven together he was sure he needed to thank his band mates for bringing him here today. They had taught him a much needed lesson.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay...I have no idea where Reita came from...I mean...okay, I had two uke's so it was just not going the way I wanted, and then Reita came up...But I still don't know why it was him...not that I mind much
Hope you guys enjoyed it.
Leave a comment please
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Chapter: 1/1
Author: elfling_eryn
Beta: Neko-chan
Band/Pairing: Reita(GazettE)/Ni~ya(Naitomea)/Uruha(GazettE)
Theme: #3 Dermophilia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: leather fetish, D/s,
Summary: It's Ruka's birthday so Nightmare goes to a club. What will happen when GazettE decides to drop by?
After his last encounter with Aki Ni~ya had kept to the concept called abstinence, not trusting his surroundings any longer. He even had refused to go out with his band mates, because he feared what could happen when all of them were drunk.
But slowly he had found his trust again and even though he was still slightly uncomfortable, on Ruka's birthday they managed to drag him out to a club again in order to enjoy the evening. It was warm outside and even as the sun set it was still safe to walk around with only a thin shirt. For this was, what the blond bassist was wearing at the moment, along with a pair of form fitting black leather pants and boots. All in all he was rather plain with only minimal make up, at lease compared to his band mates, who had all dressed up for the occasion.
But he didn't care. After all he wasn't intending to attract any attention tonight.
To Ni~ya's distress this plain attire was, what was attracting most of the attention, making him stand out from his friends the most. And his expression, faking a mix of boredom and annoyance, managed to bring him two invitation to other tables just on the way from the club door to bar.
Politely he declined, trying to look a little more like he enjoyed himself and a little less tense. And at least from the way to the booth they had rented for the occasion he was left alone.
There, in the secluded back of the club, he was for the first time fully able to relax. He chatted with Saki, teased Hitsugi and just enjoyed himself...
That was until someone decided to drop by...namely the member's of the Gazette, who happened to just drop by at this club today. When they had noticed the other band in the back of the club they had, of course, decided to drop by.
And of course everyone was enthusiastic, moving closer together to make room for the other five men. Everyone but Ni~ya, who was now sitting in the very back of the booth, cramped between Uruha and Sakito.
Said two guitarists were already involved in a lively discussion about...well...guitarist things. The things they claimed a bassist like Ni~ya would never understand.
As the evening proceeded Ni~ya more and more began to wonder exactly why he had even went along. All he was doing now was sitting around and sipping what was mostlikely his 5th drink, listening to the conversation of the two guitarists. Everyone else, too, seemed to be happily involved in some discussion or another. Or they were on the dance floor or god knows where...like Ruki and Aoi were....and also...wasn't Kai taking a bit long just to go to the bathroom?
Ni~ya sighed, sinking lower into his seat. Long ago had he stopped listening to his friend's conversation, for they talked about rather boring things. Because of this he didn't notice that, at the moment, the two blonds weren't talking about guitars but about the zoned out bassist between them. More specific about his outfit.
"How can he go out like that?", Uruha asked almost disbelievingly.
"Said he didn't want to catch attention", Sakito replied chuckling. "Unfortunately he managed the exact opposite"
Both laughed some, Sakito barely managed to not pet Ni~ya. The other's absent expression was just too cute.
"I could imagine. But really, those pants must be uncomfortable", the guitarist of Gazette said, letting his eyes roam up form fitting black leather that seemed to all but cling to the bassist's legs. And even though he tried to not do it his eyes stayed on the other's crotch just a moment longer than needed. He just couldn't resist the temptation of leather, it always made his skin tingle delicately.
Sakito chuckled as his eyes followed Uruha's gaze.
"Horny much?", he teased, laughing when Uruha blushed. "No need to be ashamed. He is hot after all....not as hot as I am, but still eye candy", he reasoned.
"Don't praise yourself to the skies, Sa-kun. He's ways cuter", Uruha grumbled, still blushing faintly. Nonetheless curious finger's started to move up and down the bassist's leg, enjoying the feeling of leather beneath his fingertips way too much.
Now it was Sakito's turn to pout and smack the other playfully.
"You're lying", he accused the other.
But before Uruha could reply and anger Sakito even more Ruka spoke up.
"Hey you guys. Intending to stay here much longer?", the drummer asked. "Or do you want to join us?", he added, pointing at the dance floor where all of them were now busy dancing.
Without hesitation Sakito stood, sticking his tounge out in the direction of Uruha.
"Uru-kun will most likely stay here. Just don't violate our little bassist, pervert", he snarled while following Ruka out of the booth.
"I will stay. And you make sure no one comes and violates you, sissy", Uruha snarled right back.
Fortunately Ruka already had a hold on his guitarist's wrist to pull him over to the dance floor.
Pouting some more Uruha looked after them, finger's still running over smooth leather. Now that he was alone with the blond he could focus so much better on the feeling of the other's pants, of the muscles you could so very well feel beneath it.
Politely Ni~ya now coughed.
"Care to explain exactly why you're stroking my leg?", he asked annoyed, taking a sip of his drink. His annoyance was mostly triggered by the fact that, indeed, he was turned on by the other's soft caresses. They had, in his opinion, moved about much to many sensitive spots on his leg.
Uruha blushed a deep crimson, gaze lowering to his hand which now laid on the other's upper thigh, almost where leg met hip.
"I...I was just...admiring your pants...", he mumbled, still blushing.
Ni~ya sighed.
"And why is that so? It's just a pair of plain leather pants", the bassist snapped, still annoyed, and totally not happy with the place of the guitarist's hand.
"Because...", Uruha gulped hard, "It's because they're leather pants. I always wonder how someone can stand wearing them."
This comment made him cock his head.
"So you don't like them?", he asked, not really understanding what would be fascinating about something you disliked.
"Oh, no, no, you misunderstand me. I like them very much", the blond was quick to correct. When he realized just what he had said he shrunk down a little more, stomach tightening as he heard the bassist chuckle darkly.
"So you're a little leather-fetishist I take it?", Ni~ya asked, grinning at the other.
Mutely Uruha nodded, closing his eyes and hesitantly drew back his hand. He was sure Ni~ya would be disgusted by this, even though he didn't sound like it.
The bassist was fast, though, taking a hold of the other's wrist and bringing it back down to his body. More exactly to the prominent bulge in the front of his pants.
"Ah, ah. You're fully responsible for this and I refuse to go home with a hard-on", he stated, hiding his insecurity behind harsh words. Since Aki he didn't trust anyone any longer. He had promised himself not to submit to anyone again. Luckily Uruha had no problem with submitting for the time being. After all he, too, was hard already.
"What do you want me to do then, Ni~ya-kun?", the blond asked, peeking around to make sure he was still alone with the platinum beauty. His hand meanwhile started to slowly rub the other through his pants, enjoying the feeling of leather covered skin way too much. As well as the rough smell of arousal and leather that was invading his nose.
"Whatever you feel like", he answered, shrugging some. He couldn't fight the soft moan though, that escaped his lips.
Uruha nodded, leaning closer and starting to nibble on Ni~ya's ear as his hand worked on undoing the other's pants. Then the blond slipped his hand inside tight leather pants.
Ni~ya let his head fall back at that, mewling some as the other started to jerk him off. It felt so fucking good being touched like that again. How long had it been since he had last had sex. Weeks, months already? The bassist wasn't sure.
As another moan threatened to escape him Uruha quickly covered his mouth with his own, drinking up the sweet sounds the platinum blond was making. The guitarist, too, was hard and if he had gotten the chance he would have fucked the other. But Ni~ya didn't look like he'd like it, so instead he kept stroking the other's cock while he kissed him.
Moaning into the kiss Ni~ya didn't notice what went on around him for his eyes were still closed.
Because of this he didn't notice the person creeping up behind Uruha, didn't notice the bassist leaning against the other before the guitarist was pulled off of him.
"What do you think you're doing, pet?", came a dark and angry voice from behind Uruha and immediately Ni~ya's eyes shoot open, fixing on Reita almost frightenedly.
"N-nothing, Reita-sama", Uruha mumbled, trying to withdraw his hand from Ni~ya’s pants without his lover noticing.
Unfortunately Reita was observing the scene for long enough already, so he quickly grabbed the other's wrists.
"I don't believe that, pet. You sure you're doing nothing?", the part blond- and part black-haired bassist asked, voice almost cold.
With half lidden eyes Ni~ya watched the scene in front of him unfold, the way the blond guitarist shiver as his master's voice sounded so close to his eyes and leather clad fingers closed around a thin wrist. The blond was quite sure that Reita hadn't worn these gloves at the beginning of the evening. So he already planned this, he thought to himself.
"No, master, I'm sorry master", Uruha mumbled, leaning back against his bassist.
"Then tell me, what are you doing, pet. And why don't I know about it?", the older bassist asked, letting the other leather-clad hand move up the other's chest, sneaking beneath his shirt.
"I...I was touching Ni~ya-kun. Be...Because...you left me alone here", the guitarist said, speech broken by gasps and pants as the leather teased his chest.
Reita smirked, biting the other's ear.
"So as soon as I leave you somewhere you jump the next best person?", Reita asked, tsking. "Sakito told me what you were talking about...", he then went on, letting his hands roam over the other's chest, pinching his nipples roughly and reveling in the gasps this pulled from the other's lips.
A soft whimper fell from Uruha's lips at the other's words, eyes falling shut as he pressed his chest into the touch, moaning mutedly as he bit his lips. After all he didn't want anyone to notice exactly what was going on back here.
"He told me to", the blond guitarist said, pouting some and gasping yet again.
Now Reita's cold eyes turned to Ni~ya.
"Is that correct?", he asked, voice dangerously cold.
Hesitantly Ni~ya nodded. Even though he had decided to not submit again the other bassist gave an aura of complete control. He just couldn't fight him.
"He gave me a hard on, so he should very well take care of it", he said defensively.
"You did, pet?", he asked, looking Ni~ya over. He chuckled darkly. "Couldn't you resist the temptation of his pants, pet?"
The guitarist bit his lower lip at that, shaking his head some.
"No, Reita-sama", he mumbled, blushing.
"Than it's okay for you to help him...but not like this.", he said, pulling Uruha back against his chest more, so he was now kneeling on the booth's seats.
"Hands behind your back, pet", came the next order.
With half-lidden eyes Ni~ya watched the guitarist obey and the bassist pull something from his pocket what looked suspiciously like a spare nose-strap. It was then used to effectively lock the other's hand behind his back.
"Good boy", came the soft murmur of Reita's deep voice from behind.
"Now lean forward and finish your job", the bassist ordered wrapping one arm around Uruha to support him as he leaned forward.
This time the blond guitarist moaned loudly, closing his eyes as he deeply inhaled the scent of the other's arousal mixed with the heavy scent of leather. Without hesitating for another moment he leaned down completely, trusting his lover to hold him as he took Ni~ya's cock into his mouth.
At this Nightmare's bassist moaned, arching up and thrusting into the wet heat now surrounding his cock. Out of half closed eyes he watched Reita working on Uruha's hotpants, opening them and pulling them down. This earned the black/blond bassist some moans on his lover's part as well as eager hips pushing back in his direction.
Reita tsked, holding the other's hips in place.
"Stop struggling, pet", he ordered, waiting for Uruha to calm down before he released his hold on the blond's hip. The free hand he used to push his shirt up, exposing his lover's pale back to him. Leaning forward he started to place small nips and licks on the expanse of creamy skin displayed to him.
"Do you like that, pet? sucking him off like that, his leather pants so very close you can all but taste it. Would you want me to fuck you like that, pet? Right here, in the back of the club where everyone could drop by again."
Uruha moaned at these words, pressing himself back against his lover, who now used one gloved hand to stroke the other's ass, teasing the sensitive skin there.
Ni~ya, too, was moaning in abandon, head falling back, his hand buried in blond locks.
It didn't take Nightmare's bassist long to reach his orgasm, after all he hadn't been touched in quite a while. A rather loud moan fell from his lips as he came into Uruha's mouth, the guitarist swallowing his release with practiced ease.
When Ni~ya came back down from his high the first thing he noticed was, that Uruha's mouth was no longer on him, the blond having backed off.
The second thing he noticed were breathy pants coming from beside him.
Slowly he opened his eyes half ways, moaning some as he saw the scene now in front of him.
Reita seemed to have used the time that the other bassist had taken to come back down from him high to pull Uruha into his lap. And while one gloved hand now held onto the other's neck, kissing the guitarist harshly the other one guided Uruha down further. The blond was writhing in his lover's lap, obviously not liking the slow pace his band mate set.
Luckily for the guitarist Reita finally took pity on him, loosening his hold on the other's hips so the other could ride him at his own pace. And Uruha obviously enjoyed this much more, moaning into the kiss loud enough that even Ni~ya could hear it.
Almost hesitantly the older bassist reached for his drink, taking a sip as he watched the two member's of the Gazette move in front of him, uncaring of the watcher. Deep down in his chest he could feel the longing grow again, the longing to be in Uruha's place, to have someone he could trust. Someone to keep him in line, someone that made him feel loved and protected, someone that would not take advantage of his weakness.
And as he watched the two lover's reach heaven together he was sure he needed to thank his band mates for bringing him here today. They had taught him a much needed lesson.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay...I have no idea where Reita came from...I mean...okay, I had two uke's so it was just not going the way I wanted, and then Reita came up...But I still don't know why it was him...not that I mind much
Hope you guys enjoyed it.
Leave a comment please
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