The meeting drags on. One and a half hours of sheer boredom inflicted already. The men in dark blue and gray suits drone on about tour dates, press releases and recording deadlines. The piles of paper in front of them seem to grow magically in size.
Kyo’s chin hits his chest; eyes open but making sleeping sounds. The man has a natural talent. Toshiya picks absentmindedly at the threads along the tears in his jeans. The holes are slowly worked larger, skin bared as temptation. And tempted his lover is. Their leader indulges in glances at the continuously wider expanses of flesh being offered for viewing by the younger man- despite this still able to appear seriously interested in business. Die runs fingers thru his hair and then lets out a small sigh as Shinya’s head comes to rest on his shoulder. Breath warm and moist, hair soft against his skin.
“Hmmmmm.”
Shinya’s sigh barely perceptible even to his lover.
“Ne, d-chan.”
The older one’s muscles tense, his eyes suddenly wider, his heart increasing its rhythm ever so slightly. That name hasn’t been used in months.
“Yes S-sama.”
“I grow tired of this. Entertain me.”
“But S-sama, we’re in a meeting.”
Shinya’s voice changes timber, still barely audible but the tone more demanding, almost threatening.
“I am well aware of that fact d-chan. It is, I believe, the reason I am bored shitless.”
Maybe I can do something harmless here and avoid being punished later. The last thing I need at the photo shoot tomorrow is whip marks all over me.
He involuntarily licks his lips at the thought however.
“How can I entertain you Master?”
“I want to taste you.”
Die bends his head slightly to one side, exposing more of this neck to the drummer.
“I don’t want to taste your skin d-chan.”
The red head’s voice trembles slightly as he asks for an answer he already knows.
“What would it please you to taste S-sama?”
“Your velvet cream d-chan.”
Die swallows hard.
“I want you to reach inside those baggy pants of yours and touch yourself for me.”
Die coughs and swallows again, Shinya’s voice now a sultry purr.
“I want you to trace my name slowly on your balls, all over your shaft and then around the ridge of your head. I want you to wait until you are seeping cum and then use it to write on your tip.”
Die feels himself swelling and drops his eyes, sneaking a glance between Shinya’s crossed legs.
Hard as a rock.
He shivers at the thought of being caught. If one of the guys realizes he’ll never live it down (although they might at this point in the meeting sympathize). If one of the suits sees…. The Production Company and lawyers know of the sexual preferences and tendencies within the band. As long as they are making money they tolerate it. Barely.
Shinya speaks again.
“I’m not asking d-chan. I’m requiring. Then again, that new backless costume of ours would look even more inviting to me with red welts etched into your skin. I wonder what the fans would think…”
“….”
“If you perform well, I’ll let you cut me tonight.”
The memory of a coppery taste lingers momentarily on Die’s tongue. His sex doubles in size.
He leans forward and takes a sip of the water before him. Then places it carefully back onto the table as his free hand slides under denim.
Shinya’s tongue flicks out, tasting the air. A small smile crosses his lips.
“I want to know what you are doing d-chan. Tell me everything.”
Die’s head turns more towards Shinya, the younger one shifting to allow his shoulder to pillow the red head now.
“My hand is resting on the waistline of my shorts. I can feel heat all through my body. My heart is racing and I am starting to sweat. Where our bodies are touching I can feel myself almost burning. I can taste your aroma S-sama. Your scent is exquisite. It causes me pain to know I can’t taste your skin now.”
Another slight smile.
“May I touch myself now Master? I want to pleasure myself to pleasure you… and I seek the reward you so generously offered.”
“Write slowly, carefully.”
Dies hand begins to slide under elastic.
“S-sama, my finger tips are touching hair. The feeling is delicious, but even more so if I imagine the hand is yours.
I’m moving my fingers slowly towards the base of my cock. I am so hard S-sama. I can feel myself twitch when I inhale you deeply.
I’m almost touching my balls now. I’m beginning to write your name lightly, barely brushing hair. How many times should I write your name here before I can touch my hardened flesh?”
“7 times d-chan, my full name- in kanji.”
“Yes Master.”
His breath slightly faster.
“S-sama, your name is difficult. What will be my punishment if I write it incorrectly?”
“No pleasure for a moon d-chan, a moon of watching me please myself in front of you. A moon of no release.”
“You are heaven and hell together S-sama.”
A slight shiver flows through him as his fingers begin to make contact with his solid sex.
“I’m touching my shaft now Master. My balls were slick with sweat, and as I trace your name I can imagine it as your wonderful tongue.
“Can you smell me Master? I can feel pre-cum starting to gather…”
“Unfortunately I cannot d-chan.”
“S-sama I want to wrap my hand around myself and stroke with all the force I can.”
“My name pet, my name.”
“Yes Master.
“I’m tracing along the vein in my cock now. Each caress makes me harder, each line sends more heat through me.”
“I want to touch my head Master. I can feel my cum starting to slide over my skin to my fingers.”
“Touch it and imagine yourself buried inside me d-chan, imagine me screaming your name as you impale me.”
“As you wish S-sama.”
Dies voice cracks slightly and Shinya feels him tense.
“I’m sliding my finger through my slit Master. My cream is hot and slick. I want you to taste it Master”
“My name d-chan.”
“Yes S-sama.”
Dies fingers trace the name carefully, imaging each stroke as a perfect contour from Shinya’s tongue. His heartbeat has increased dramatically, his face flushed and breathing almost ragged.
“Are you close my pet?”
“Unnnn.”
“Then stroke yourself. My tongue has grown impatient for your taste.”
Die’s hand envelops his engorged organ with all the strength left in him. He inhales his lover’s scent once more. He strokes slowly, only twice before he twitches, leaning against the younger man for support.
Shinya coughs loudly as one of the suits eyes them suspiciously.
Toshiya elbows Kaoru, who takes the hint.
“I suggest we finish there for the day Gentlemen. There is an excellent restaurant across the road, a reservation has been made for you.”
Papers are shuffled and bows of pardon made.
Toshiya pokes Kyo in the only place guaranteed to wake him, and drags him out of his chair.
Shinya strokes Die’s hair as he observes the room empty.
Die offers his cum coated fingers, and watches as they are licked clean. He rubs his lovers still hard sex through his jeans and kisses him as he too comes.
“You taste sweet d-chan. It seems I am to bleed for you tonight.”
They walk out slowly, hand in hand.
Toshiya blinks as he sees the redhead and his other half walk past the cafeteria door.
“I still don’t believe they did that.”
“I don’t believe that got away with it. I could smell it from where I was sitting. The suits must be blind.”
“You know what those two are like….”
“Yes… and I know what us two are like…. Watching that has made me want to take you home and fuck you senseless…
The pink haired one tries to steal a kiss and moans in disappointment as his lover pulls away to speak.
Ne, Kaoru-chan, Kyo seems a little down today... can he come too?
“…Only if I get to be in the middle this time…”
