Longing [Oneshot]
Title: Longing
Author: velvet_liquor
Beta: paralyzing_time
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha, implied Reita x Ruki
Genre: Smut and romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hot? X3
Summary: “He had reached the point where his longing for the older guitarist was preventing him from concentrating properly, even from thinking straight.”
Uruha kept hitting the wrong chords and messing up his guitar part, and it was quickly driving Ruki insane. The vocalist tried not to snap at him for his clumsiness and blatant lack of concentration, but it was eating him alive. He had never been the most patient person in the world, but at the moment, Uruha wasn’t helping him keep his cool; quite the contrary.
As another sour note rang, Ruki’s angry scream filled the air, making every member stop playing. In an instant, Reita put his bass aside to stand next to the irritated vocalist, silently trying to soothe him by his mere presence. Reita had never been keen on public shows of love, but nonetheless, he took his lover’s hand in his, gently brushing his thumb on the other man’s. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough and Ruki’s anger was still there, urging him to vent it out.
“Fuck! Uruha, what the hell is wrong with you?!” He yelled, glaring daggers at the reason for his outburst.
“I…” The blond tried to defend himself, but no words came out. He knew why he had played like that. He had reached the point where his longing for the older guitarist was preventing him from concentrating properly, even from thinking straight. But he couldn’t say that to Ruki, could he? Not in front of everyone, especially in front of Aoi, so he opted for the best option: he stared at his feet, fidgeting nervously his fingers.
Kai coughed to gain everyone’s attention as he felt the atmosphere get heavier and heavier.
“Okay guys, hum… Let’s take a break, shall we? I need to see the manager anyway…” The leader said, offering Ruki a chance to calm down without having to punch Uruha in the face for that. The vocalist was very tense and the persistent frown on his face was a good enough proof of his annoyance.
Aoi watched as Kai made his way out of the room and his gaze fell upon Reita. The bassist lifted his head and their eyes met and they both nodded in a silent agreement. Reita would try to calm Ruki while Aoi would take Uruha somewhere else to figure out why the guitarist was acting this way.
Ruki had his arms crossed in front of his chest, clearly showing his intention of staying where he was. A slight pout made his way to the vocalist’s lips and Reita had to fight the urge to smile. He was way too cute when he was angry… The bassist came to stand in front of the pouting vocalist and cupped his cheeks in a way that he knew Ruki couldn’t resist. Reita made Ruki look at him and pecked his lips. He saw that Ruki was struggling to keep his pout in place; just a pride matter. Reita repeated the action once, twice… And Ruki was unable to keep going like that and wrapped his arms around the bassist’s neck to pull him into a deep kiss.
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Aoi and Uruha silently made their way out of the practice room and Aoi led the blond man into the recording room since he knew no one was supposed to be there for the day. Uruha half sat upon the mixing table, facing Aoi but still not looking at him, and the dark-haired guitarist was in the chair in front of him, watching him.
“So, what’s the matter, Uruha?” He asked, unable to hide the concern in his voice. It wasn’t the first time he saw the other man a like that, almost looking vulnerable, and it hurt him a bit. He hadn’t been able to pinpoint the reason for the blond’s behavior and couldn’t think of anything to do to help him. He had wanted to hug him so many times, just to make him smile, but he never dared. He had wanted to kiss him, but he never dared. He had wanted to confess his love for the other man, but once again, he never dared…
“I… I can’t tell you…” Uruha almost whispered while looking at the numerous buttons as if they were the most interesting thing on earth.
“Why? You can tell me anything.” Aoi replied, a bit hurt to hear that they were things Uruha wasn’t willing to share with him.
“Not that…” Uruha reached to play with a button, not even knowing what it would do, but he didn’t care. He needed something to distract him from this conversation.
“Is it my fault? Did I do something wrong?” The hurt was obvious in Aoi’s voice and it made Uruha look at him with wide eyes.
“No, no, no, of course not… You didn’t do anything… That’s me… I didn’t do anything either…” He went back to staring at the mixing table and the last sentence was actually a mere whisper, but Aoi heard it nonetheless and his heart began to race. Did that mean that he…
“Uruha, look at me…”
The blond stubbornly stared at the buttons.
“Uruha, please, look at me…” he stood up from the chair, his gaze unreadable, and Uruha did look at him this time.
“Come here…” Aoi said, his voice soft, and without realizing it, Uruha complied and came to stand right in front of the older man. His hands were slightly shaking…
Aoi took Uruha’s chin between his thumb and forefinger to prevent him from looking away and slowly, very slowly, he closed the distance between them. Their lips were a breath apart and Uruha had closed his eyes, his heart beating so madly in his chest that he thought it would explode at any moment. When their lips met, Uruha felt his heart melt instantly. He had dreamed about that kiss thousand of times and now, it was really happening…
The kiss was very chaste at first, both of them getting used to the feeling, but quickly, Uruha tangled his hands in Aoi’s hair, gently tugging at the soft locks to bring him even closer. Their kiss became a lot more heated and less chaste when Aoi’s tongue went past Uruha’s plush lips, tasting the other.
Aoi walked backwards, pulling Uruha with him and when he felt the chair hit his legs, he sat on it, breaking the kiss. In the blink of an eye, Uruha was straddling Aoi’s hips and renewing their kiss with a delicious fervor. The blond ground their hips together, making them both moan at the delicious friction. Seeking more contact, Aoi tore Uruha’s shirt open and immediately started to open the blond’s pants, brushing against his crotch to make him moan. Uruha bit Aoi’s bottom lip and started to divest Aoi from his useless clothes. Removing their pants without moving was impossible, so Uruha only freed Aoi’s hard length. He started to stroke it at a maddeningly slow pace, but his movements were firm and it made the raven-haired guitarist growl, already eager for more.
Grabbing Uruha’s thighs, Aoi stood up and gently put Uruha back on his feet, hastily pushing his pants all the way down. He grabbed a condom from his back pocket and Uruha grinned at him, already naked and waiting for him against the mixing table.
“You carry them with you all the time?” The blond asked, amusement clear in his voice, but Aoi frowned, not answering his question.
“But I don’t have lube… Will you be okay?” He asked, not really wanting to hurt the other man.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay. I’ve been waiting for that since far too long.” He said with a low chuckle, spreading his legs for Aoi to see and sucked one of his fingers, starting to prepare himself. Hunger and lust were clearly written across Aoi’s face as he watched Uruha moan.
Aoi put one of his fingers into Uruha’s mouth and, after it was thoroughly wet, inserted it with Uruha’s fingers already inside, to help stretch his new lover’s tight ring of muscle. He saw how Uruha bit his lip not to whimper, but at the same time, it was so arousing…
Aoi retrieved his finger and tore the condom package open with his teeth. The sight made Uruha’s cock twitch in excitement. He took the condom from Aoi’s hands to roll it onto the dark-haired man’s hard member, stroking it a few times to be sure it wouldn’t move. Aoi watched him with lust-filled eyes as he licked his lips. He positioned himself at Uruha’s entrance and looked at him with a serious look.
“Ready?”
As an answer, the blond wrapped his legs around Aoi’s body and nodded, once again capturing Aoi’s lips with his own. Aoi slowly pushed in, grunting lowly as the heat engulfed him, inch by inch. The blond buried his head in Aoi’s neck to muffle his cry of pain. Once he was fully sheathed, Aoi shuddered. Fighting the urge to immediately thrust was terribly hard, but he had to so he wouldn’t hurt Uruha more than necessary.
The blond was more than eager to go on and quickly adjusted to the intrusion, letting Aoi know he was ready with nod. Needing nothing more than that approval, Aoi thrust slowly, moaning loudly. He tightened his grip on the other’s thighs and continued to move, feeling lost in the feelings. Their attempts at kissing became rather sloppy when Aoi’s thrusts intensified. Soon, both guitarists were a mess of moans and whimpers and Aoi reached for Uruha’s arousal, his hand’s rhythm matching his hips’.
“Oh god, Aoi… Hgn, so… So fucking good…” The blond said minutes later through his sounds of pure pleasure. Aoi kept on hitting that special spot inside of him and that made it very hard for Uruha to concentrate on anything else than the bliss he felt.
Aoi’s movements sped up and they both came, releasing a loud groan. Aoi reluctantly pulled out of the gorgeous body and was immensely grateful that there was a trash bin in the room so that he could discard the condom. He went back to Uruha and helped him onto his feet, the post-orgasm state making Uruha’s legs a little wobbly.
They both took their respective clothes from the floor and Aoi burst into a fit of laughter when he saw Uruha picking up his pants from the floor. The blond turned to look at him with a puzzled expression.
“I could almost change the volume of your sweet little ass…” Aoi said then laughed even more when he saw Uruha sinking into an abyss of incomprehension. He had to explain why he was laughing so hard, though.
“You… were on the mixing table… And now you have the buttons printed on your butt… “ He explained, watching as Uruha immediately tried to look at his beloved butt.
“Oh, fuck…” the blond guitarist said, quickly putting on his pants to hide the perfect copy of the mixing board. Half clothed, Aoi came behind Uruha to gently wrap his arms around that slim body, slowly stroking the blond’s flat belly.
“It was amazing…” Uruha heard the smile that he couldn’t see in the other’s voice and it made him smile too. Thus, he turned his head and initiated a kiss; Aoi gladly responded to it.
“I love you…” The blond said, a hot and nice feeling invading his chest as he looked at the dark-haired man. The older guitarist pecked his now-lover’s lips once more and responded truthfully.
“I love you too…” They both smiled, Uruha still in Aoi’s arms, and he slowly detached himself from that sweet embrace to reach for the door.
“I think we should go back now, the other are probably searching for us…” Uruha said with a smile that made Aoi’s heart melt and the dark-haired man only nodded.
One thing was sure… Now that Aoi had the other man, he would never let him go.
A/N: Dedicated to koihitoyo 8D Without her, I wouldn't have had the idea of the mixing table... XD
Author: velvet_liquor
Beta: paralyzing_time
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha, implied Reita x Ruki
Genre: Smut and romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hot? X3
Summary: “He had reached the point where his longing for the older guitarist was preventing him from concentrating properly, even from thinking straight.”
Uruha kept hitting the wrong chords and messing up his guitar part, and it was quickly driving Ruki insane. The vocalist tried not to snap at him for his clumsiness and blatant lack of concentration, but it was eating him alive. He had never been the most patient person in the world, but at the moment, Uruha wasn’t helping him keep his cool; quite the contrary.
As another sour note rang, Ruki’s angry scream filled the air, making every member stop playing. In an instant, Reita put his bass aside to stand next to the irritated vocalist, silently trying to soothe him by his mere presence. Reita had never been keen on public shows of love, but nonetheless, he took his lover’s hand in his, gently brushing his thumb on the other man’s. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough and Ruki’s anger was still there, urging him to vent it out.
“Fuck! Uruha, what the hell is wrong with you?!” He yelled, glaring daggers at the reason for his outburst.
“I…” The blond tried to defend himself, but no words came out. He knew why he had played like that. He had reached the point where his longing for the older guitarist was preventing him from concentrating properly, even from thinking straight. But he couldn’t say that to Ruki, could he? Not in front of everyone, especially in front of Aoi, so he opted for the best option: he stared at his feet, fidgeting nervously his fingers.
Kai coughed to gain everyone’s attention as he felt the atmosphere get heavier and heavier.
“Okay guys, hum… Let’s take a break, shall we? I need to see the manager anyway…” The leader said, offering Ruki a chance to calm down without having to punch Uruha in the face for that. The vocalist was very tense and the persistent frown on his face was a good enough proof of his annoyance.
Aoi watched as Kai made his way out of the room and his gaze fell upon Reita. The bassist lifted his head and their eyes met and they both nodded in a silent agreement. Reita would try to calm Ruki while Aoi would take Uruha somewhere else to figure out why the guitarist was acting this way.
Ruki had his arms crossed in front of his chest, clearly showing his intention of staying where he was. A slight pout made his way to the vocalist’s lips and Reita had to fight the urge to smile. He was way too cute when he was angry… The bassist came to stand in front of the pouting vocalist and cupped his cheeks in a way that he knew Ruki couldn’t resist. Reita made Ruki look at him and pecked his lips. He saw that Ruki was struggling to keep his pout in place; just a pride matter. Reita repeated the action once, twice… And Ruki was unable to keep going like that and wrapped his arms around the bassist’s neck to pull him into a deep kiss.
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Aoi and Uruha silently made their way out of the practice room and Aoi led the blond man into the recording room since he knew no one was supposed to be there for the day. Uruha half sat upon the mixing table, facing Aoi but still not looking at him, and the dark-haired guitarist was in the chair in front of him, watching him.
“So, what’s the matter, Uruha?” He asked, unable to hide the concern in his voice. It wasn’t the first time he saw the other man a like that, almost looking vulnerable, and it hurt him a bit. He hadn’t been able to pinpoint the reason for the blond’s behavior and couldn’t think of anything to do to help him. He had wanted to hug him so many times, just to make him smile, but he never dared. He had wanted to kiss him, but he never dared. He had wanted to confess his love for the other man, but once again, he never dared…
“I… I can’t tell you…” Uruha almost whispered while looking at the numerous buttons as if they were the most interesting thing on earth.
“Why? You can tell me anything.” Aoi replied, a bit hurt to hear that they were things Uruha wasn’t willing to share with him.
“Not that…” Uruha reached to play with a button, not even knowing what it would do, but he didn’t care. He needed something to distract him from this conversation.
“Is it my fault? Did I do something wrong?” The hurt was obvious in Aoi’s voice and it made Uruha look at him with wide eyes.
“No, no, no, of course not… You didn’t do anything… That’s me… I didn’t do anything either…” He went back to staring at the mixing table and the last sentence was actually a mere whisper, but Aoi heard it nonetheless and his heart began to race. Did that mean that he…
“Uruha, look at me…”
The blond stubbornly stared at the buttons.
“Uruha, please, look at me…” he stood up from the chair, his gaze unreadable, and Uruha did look at him this time.
“Come here…” Aoi said, his voice soft, and without realizing it, Uruha complied and came to stand right in front of the older man. His hands were slightly shaking…
Aoi took Uruha’s chin between his thumb and forefinger to prevent him from looking away and slowly, very slowly, he closed the distance between them. Their lips were a breath apart and Uruha had closed his eyes, his heart beating so madly in his chest that he thought it would explode at any moment. When their lips met, Uruha felt his heart melt instantly. He had dreamed about that kiss thousand of times and now, it was really happening…
The kiss was very chaste at first, both of them getting used to the feeling, but quickly, Uruha tangled his hands in Aoi’s hair, gently tugging at the soft locks to bring him even closer. Their kiss became a lot more heated and less chaste when Aoi’s tongue went past Uruha’s plush lips, tasting the other.
Aoi walked backwards, pulling Uruha with him and when he felt the chair hit his legs, he sat on it, breaking the kiss. In the blink of an eye, Uruha was straddling Aoi’s hips and renewing their kiss with a delicious fervor. The blond ground their hips together, making them both moan at the delicious friction. Seeking more contact, Aoi tore Uruha’s shirt open and immediately started to open the blond’s pants, brushing against his crotch to make him moan. Uruha bit Aoi’s bottom lip and started to divest Aoi from his useless clothes. Removing their pants without moving was impossible, so Uruha only freed Aoi’s hard length. He started to stroke it at a maddeningly slow pace, but his movements were firm and it made the raven-haired guitarist growl, already eager for more.
Grabbing Uruha’s thighs, Aoi stood up and gently put Uruha back on his feet, hastily pushing his pants all the way down. He grabbed a condom from his back pocket and Uruha grinned at him, already naked and waiting for him against the mixing table.
“You carry them with you all the time?” The blond asked, amusement clear in his voice, but Aoi frowned, not answering his question.
“But I don’t have lube… Will you be okay?” He asked, not really wanting to hurt the other man.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay. I’ve been waiting for that since far too long.” He said with a low chuckle, spreading his legs for Aoi to see and sucked one of his fingers, starting to prepare himself. Hunger and lust were clearly written across Aoi’s face as he watched Uruha moan.
Aoi put one of his fingers into Uruha’s mouth and, after it was thoroughly wet, inserted it with Uruha’s fingers already inside, to help stretch his new lover’s tight ring of muscle. He saw how Uruha bit his lip not to whimper, but at the same time, it was so arousing…
Aoi retrieved his finger and tore the condom package open with his teeth. The sight made Uruha’s cock twitch in excitement. He took the condom from Aoi’s hands to roll it onto the dark-haired man’s hard member, stroking it a few times to be sure it wouldn’t move. Aoi watched him with lust-filled eyes as he licked his lips. He positioned himself at Uruha’s entrance and looked at him with a serious look.
“Ready?”
As an answer, the blond wrapped his legs around Aoi’s body and nodded, once again capturing Aoi’s lips with his own. Aoi slowly pushed in, grunting lowly as the heat engulfed him, inch by inch. The blond buried his head in Aoi’s neck to muffle his cry of pain. Once he was fully sheathed, Aoi shuddered. Fighting the urge to immediately thrust was terribly hard, but he had to so he wouldn’t hurt Uruha more than necessary.
The blond was more than eager to go on and quickly adjusted to the intrusion, letting Aoi know he was ready with nod. Needing nothing more than that approval, Aoi thrust slowly, moaning loudly. He tightened his grip on the other’s thighs and continued to move, feeling lost in the feelings. Their attempts at kissing became rather sloppy when Aoi’s thrusts intensified. Soon, both guitarists were a mess of moans and whimpers and Aoi reached for Uruha’s arousal, his hand’s rhythm matching his hips’.
“Oh god, Aoi… Hgn, so… So fucking good…” The blond said minutes later through his sounds of pure pleasure. Aoi kept on hitting that special spot inside of him and that made it very hard for Uruha to concentrate on anything else than the bliss he felt.
Aoi’s movements sped up and they both came, releasing a loud groan. Aoi reluctantly pulled out of the gorgeous body and was immensely grateful that there was a trash bin in the room so that he could discard the condom. He went back to Uruha and helped him onto his feet, the post-orgasm state making Uruha’s legs a little wobbly.
They both took their respective clothes from the floor and Aoi burst into a fit of laughter when he saw Uruha picking up his pants from the floor. The blond turned to look at him with a puzzled expression.
“I could almost change the volume of your sweet little ass…” Aoi said then laughed even more when he saw Uruha sinking into an abyss of incomprehension. He had to explain why he was laughing so hard, though.
“You… were on the mixing table… And now you have the buttons printed on your butt… “ He explained, watching as Uruha immediately tried to look at his beloved butt.
“Oh, fuck…” the blond guitarist said, quickly putting on his pants to hide the perfect copy of the mixing board. Half clothed, Aoi came behind Uruha to gently wrap his arms around that slim body, slowly stroking the blond’s flat belly.
“It was amazing…” Uruha heard the smile that he couldn’t see in the other’s voice and it made him smile too. Thus, he turned his head and initiated a kiss; Aoi gladly responded to it.
“I love you…” The blond said, a hot and nice feeling invading his chest as he looked at the dark-haired man. The older guitarist pecked his now-lover’s lips once more and responded truthfully.
“I love you too…” They both smiled, Uruha still in Aoi’s arms, and he slowly detached himself from that sweet embrace to reach for the door.
“I think we should go back now, the other are probably searching for us…” Uruha said with a smile that made Aoi’s heart melt and the dark-haired man only nodded.
One thing was sure… Now that Aoi had the other man, he would never let him go.
A/N: Dedicated to koihitoyo 8D Without her, I wouldn't have had the idea of the mixing table... XD