[Oneshot]Backstage
Title: Backstage
Author: elfling_eryn
Chapter: 1/1 (?)
Fandom: J-Rock/Visual Kei
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: D/s, public indecency, bondage
Pairing: Miya/Satochi
Summary: Following one scene on the リブラ DVD where you can see Satochi standing a store looking totally wasted as Tatsurou and Yukke come to drag him out.
Note: Written for perfect_enigma who's just as much of a mucc-porn-supporter as I am ♥
Panting harshly the members of MUCC made their way backstage after their encore. It had been a hard day so Tatsurou and Yukke were fairly surprised when as soon as they reached their dressing room Miya glared at Satochi, telling the other two they would already go back to the hotel before pulling a still slightly dazed drummer of.
But his senses returned to him rather quickly when only one corridor later he was pushed up against the wall, hearing the other man growl low in his throat.
"You've been a bad boy, Sato-chi", he snarled, putting special accentuation to the chi at the end. "Because of you we were almost late and what's even worse, you tried to stay even though Tatsurou-kun and Yukke-kun told you you were off time already.", the guitarist went on, sternly looking at the drummer and watching him shrink gradually.
"I'm...I'm sorry leader-sama", the blond whimpered, looking up into the scary eyes of the black-haired. He had already known where this would be leading when he left the hotel around noon. He had known that going for a drink or two wouldn't please Miya, but he had done it to provoke the other a little. Unfortunately things hadn't gone as planned and he had gotten more wasted than he had wanted.
Now he would have to suffer the consequences and Satochi wasn't sure that he'd like them.
"I will teach you a lesson now, Sato-chi, and I am sure you won't forget it soon", the guitarist said, letting one hand run down the drummer's side softly, loving the shiver this evoked only to revel in the gasp his next words pulled from the other.
"Strip", he ordered coldly, watching in delight as the other shook his head.
"No. Please...what if someone walks by?", the blond whimpered, trying to plead the other with his eyes. But unfortunately Miya was immune to those gazes and words, lifting his hands to the collar of Satochi's shirt and starting to pull it down slowly.
"You should worry about yourself, Sato-chi. Now strip or I'll rip those clothes off your body and you can get home naked.", he barked, a pleased smile on his lips when Satochi quickly shook his head, blushing as he raised his hands to the hem of his shirt, starting to pull it up and over his head slowly, all the while worrying his lower lip between his teeth. This was not like getting undressed on stage. There was no strong light here to explain why he peeled dark fabric of his skin. Here it was just Miya and him, leader and band member, lover and beloved, master and pet.
Intently Miya watched the younger take of his shirt first, soon adding his shoes, pants and socks, hesitating again when he stood only in his boxers, shivering in the cold air of the corridor.
"What are you waiting for", the guitarist asked impatiently, dark eyes looking straight into Satochi's, knowing he could easily make the other give in like that.
And really, the words of protest died on the drummers lips as he lowered his head and started to fumble with his boxers, pulling them down slowly and blushing as he revealed that he hadn't gone unaffected by this. But of course Miya knew what his dark-eyes would do to him, thus he wasn't at all surprised to hear a tsk-ing sound.
"This is meant to be punishment, Sato-pet. You're not supposed to enjoy it", he chastised, moving to push the gasping drummer against the wall once more, running his hands up and down the other's sides before dragging his nails down sensitive flesh, tearing a moan from Satochi's throat.
The younger knew that the way Miya treated him wouldn't exactly help to punish him, but he was sure the other had spend the whole live to think something satisfying up. Thus he wasn't at all confused when he felt the other break the kiss and switch his attention to the sensitive neck, making Satochi moan even more.
Soon the drummer was close to insane, pushing up against the thigh Miya had directed between his legs loving the friction the rough fabric created. He also held onto the other's shirt for support as his lover kept scratching him and biting his neck.
He didn't care that mostlikely everyone in the backstage area could hear him moan, in fact he didn't know where he was any longer, beside between a wall and his still angry master.
This he got reminded of when Miya stepped back just when Satochi felt like coming from the burn and scratch alone. He whimpered and looked at Miya pleadingly, who just smirked.
"Don't get overenthusiastic my little pet. Remember I'm still punishing you", the guitarist said while reaching down for Satochi's belt. He loved the way Satochi paled at that sight, but again the guitarist surprised his pet with the next order.
"On your knees, hands behind your back", he ordered sternly, groaning appreciatively when the younger obeyed immediately, spreading his legs as he sunk down onto the floor, holding his hands together behind his back.
Miya knelt down then next to the other and secured the arms behind his back but Satochi didn't even flinch when the guitarist feared he'd cut off the blood flow in the other's hands. Thus he settled to pinch Satochi's lower arms before standing again.
The drummer yelped, almost, almost glaring up at the other at the pinch. But when he saw Miya move to stand in front of him again, faced with the obvious bulge in the other's pants did he just shut up and fix his gaze on the sight. The blond knew better than to act without permission, especially since his master was still angry.
Luckily Miya intended to initiate just what Satochi longed for, quickly undoing his pants before taking a hold of the kneeling one's hair, pulling his head closer while pushing his hips forward. The drummer didn't need any further encouragement to open his mouth wide, moaning as he got to taste his lover. He just hoped Miya would be happy after this. A naked blow job in the backstage area of their life location.
But soon all Satochi cared about was the hard flesh in his mouth, the way his lover was groaning, and the taste that was so uniquely Miya that the drummer was long since addicted to it. He was also doing his best not to gag as the other guided his head and thrust into his mouth to his own liking. Nonetheless the younger got his share of pleasure, moaning around the flesh he worked as well as possible.
All to soon it was over again for Miya hadn't cared to hold back, letting his orgasm wash through him and his release fill the other's mouth as he groaned loudly.
Heavily the guitarist leaned against the wall, still holding onto his pet's head though it was more a soft stroking now.
When he had regained his composure a little the dark-haired stepped back, looking down at his pet.
"Stand up", he ordered while gathering up the other's clothes, and as soon as the younger had obeyed he helped him get into his boxers and pants again, completely ignoring the other's hard-on. He didn't move to untie Satochi's hands, though.
"Don't think I'm done with you, pet. We'll get back to the hotel and then the fun will start for real", he threatened/cooed, taking a hold of the drummer's upper arm and pulling him down the corridor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm sorry I stopped here...but the muses found it appropriate
*sighs*
I hope you approve nonetheless
Author: elfling_eryn
Chapter: 1/1 (?)
Fandom: J-Rock/Visual Kei
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: D/s, public indecency, bondage
Pairing: Miya/Satochi
Summary: Following one scene on the リブラ DVD where you can see Satochi standing a store looking totally wasted as Tatsurou and Yukke come to drag him out.
Note: Written for perfect_enigma who's just as much of a mucc-porn-supporter as I am ♥
Panting harshly the members of MUCC made their way backstage after their encore. It had been a hard day so Tatsurou and Yukke were fairly surprised when as soon as they reached their dressing room Miya glared at Satochi, telling the other two they would already go back to the hotel before pulling a still slightly dazed drummer of.
But his senses returned to him rather quickly when only one corridor later he was pushed up against the wall, hearing the other man growl low in his throat.
"You've been a bad boy, Sato-chi", he snarled, putting special accentuation to the chi at the end. "Because of you we were almost late and what's even worse, you tried to stay even though Tatsurou-kun and Yukke-kun told you you were off time already.", the guitarist went on, sternly looking at the drummer and watching him shrink gradually.
"I'm...I'm sorry leader-sama", the blond whimpered, looking up into the scary eyes of the black-haired. He had already known where this would be leading when he left the hotel around noon. He had known that going for a drink or two wouldn't please Miya, but he had done it to provoke the other a little. Unfortunately things hadn't gone as planned and he had gotten more wasted than he had wanted.
Now he would have to suffer the consequences and Satochi wasn't sure that he'd like them.
"I will teach you a lesson now, Sato-chi, and I am sure you won't forget it soon", the guitarist said, letting one hand run down the drummer's side softly, loving the shiver this evoked only to revel in the gasp his next words pulled from the other.
"Strip", he ordered coldly, watching in delight as the other shook his head.
"No. Please...what if someone walks by?", the blond whimpered, trying to plead the other with his eyes. But unfortunately Miya was immune to those gazes and words, lifting his hands to the collar of Satochi's shirt and starting to pull it down slowly.
"You should worry about yourself, Sato-chi. Now strip or I'll rip those clothes off your body and you can get home naked.", he barked, a pleased smile on his lips when Satochi quickly shook his head, blushing as he raised his hands to the hem of his shirt, starting to pull it up and over his head slowly, all the while worrying his lower lip between his teeth. This was not like getting undressed on stage. There was no strong light here to explain why he peeled dark fabric of his skin. Here it was just Miya and him, leader and band member, lover and beloved, master and pet.
Intently Miya watched the younger take of his shirt first, soon adding his shoes, pants and socks, hesitating again when he stood only in his boxers, shivering in the cold air of the corridor.
"What are you waiting for", the guitarist asked impatiently, dark eyes looking straight into Satochi's, knowing he could easily make the other give in like that.
And really, the words of protest died on the drummers lips as he lowered his head and started to fumble with his boxers, pulling them down slowly and blushing as he revealed that he hadn't gone unaffected by this. But of course Miya knew what his dark-eyes would do to him, thus he wasn't at all surprised to hear a tsk-ing sound.
"This is meant to be punishment, Sato-pet. You're not supposed to enjoy it", he chastised, moving to push the gasping drummer against the wall once more, running his hands up and down the other's sides before dragging his nails down sensitive flesh, tearing a moan from Satochi's throat.
The younger knew that the way Miya treated him wouldn't exactly help to punish him, but he was sure the other had spend the whole live to think something satisfying up. Thus he wasn't at all confused when he felt the other break the kiss and switch his attention to the sensitive neck, making Satochi moan even more.
Soon the drummer was close to insane, pushing up against the thigh Miya had directed between his legs loving the friction the rough fabric created. He also held onto the other's shirt for support as his lover kept scratching him and biting his neck.
He didn't care that mostlikely everyone in the backstage area could hear him moan, in fact he didn't know where he was any longer, beside between a wall and his still angry master.
This he got reminded of when Miya stepped back just when Satochi felt like coming from the burn and scratch alone. He whimpered and looked at Miya pleadingly, who just smirked.
"Don't get overenthusiastic my little pet. Remember I'm still punishing you", the guitarist said while reaching down for Satochi's belt. He loved the way Satochi paled at that sight, but again the guitarist surprised his pet with the next order.
"On your knees, hands behind your back", he ordered sternly, groaning appreciatively when the younger obeyed immediately, spreading his legs as he sunk down onto the floor, holding his hands together behind his back.
Miya knelt down then next to the other and secured the arms behind his back but Satochi didn't even flinch when the guitarist feared he'd cut off the blood flow in the other's hands. Thus he settled to pinch Satochi's lower arms before standing again.
The drummer yelped, almost, almost glaring up at the other at the pinch. But when he saw Miya move to stand in front of him again, faced with the obvious bulge in the other's pants did he just shut up and fix his gaze on the sight. The blond knew better than to act without permission, especially since his master was still angry.
Luckily Miya intended to initiate just what Satochi longed for, quickly undoing his pants before taking a hold of the kneeling one's hair, pulling his head closer while pushing his hips forward. The drummer didn't need any further encouragement to open his mouth wide, moaning as he got to taste his lover. He just hoped Miya would be happy after this. A naked blow job in the backstage area of their life location.
But soon all Satochi cared about was the hard flesh in his mouth, the way his lover was groaning, and the taste that was so uniquely Miya that the drummer was long since addicted to it. He was also doing his best not to gag as the other guided his head and thrust into his mouth to his own liking. Nonetheless the younger got his share of pleasure, moaning around the flesh he worked as well as possible.
All to soon it was over again for Miya hadn't cared to hold back, letting his orgasm wash through him and his release fill the other's mouth as he groaned loudly.
Heavily the guitarist leaned against the wall, still holding onto his pet's head though it was more a soft stroking now.
When he had regained his composure a little the dark-haired stepped back, looking down at his pet.
"Stand up", he ordered while gathering up the other's clothes, and as soon as the younger had obeyed he helped him get into his boxers and pants again, completely ignoring the other's hard-on. He didn't move to untie Satochi's hands, though.
"Don't think I'm done with you, pet. We'll get back to the hotel and then the fun will start for real", he threatened/cooed, taking a hold of the drummer's upper arm and pulling him down the corridor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm sorry I stopped here...but the muses found it appropriate
*sighs*
I hope you approve nonetheless