Torturous Distractions
by Metal Faerie
Dir en grey: Kyo x Toshiya
"Hnnh..." Kyo grumbled under his breath as he began to unbuckle his boots after the photo shoot. Oh
sure, now it became easy for him to feel well... angsty...when the shoot was over -how *convenient*.
The shuffle of the other band members' feet scuffled through the dressing room door and the once placid
atmoshphere of the one-person occupied room shortly became filled with the bustling sounds of unzipping
zippers, latch-opening of makeup boxes, and chattering voices.
What could make Kyo grumble even more?
Maybe the upbeatness of their habitually bratty bassist. Although Kyo hadn't lifted his gaze from his
boots since the others had entered, he could definitely feel the presence of Toshiya swishing back and
forth on his seat --not to mention hear the bassist's voice babbling away.
Kyo never really thought twice about how the other members carried themselves around him. He didn't
care...as long as things on his end weren't disrupted. Nope...he never had to think twice...until...
"Hey Kyo, you got any extra cotton balls?"
"Hn?" the blonde vocalist tilted his gaze up from his unbuckling hands only to catch Toshiya in quite an
inciting position.
The bassist was bending over his makeup case -from the waist- with the pleats of his short white skirt
billowing over the supple curve of his rear, which was conveniently just inches from Kyo's face.
No...Kyo never thought twice about...
But for that moment of speculation -according to Kyo's time frame -seconds turned into hours. And within
those "hours" his eyes traced every detail that was displayed before him: from the taut straps of the
garterbelt up to the delving middle crease of the tight cotton undergarment that subtly nudged into the
cleft clenched between the white-clad globes. Oh how he'd love to bite down on --
"KYO?!"
The tiny vocalist blinked back into the normal time frame, jumping back a bit from the cry that had
rudely interrupted his ten second speculation.
"WHAT?!" Kyo snapped.
Toshiya winced. "Geezuz, Kyo, I just asked you for a few cotton balls. If it bothers you that much I'll
just ask Shinya."
Kyo huffed and spun himself halfway, reaching over to the makeup box behind him to grab a handfull of
cotton balls before shoving them into the bassist's hand. "There." he muttered.
"Guess it wouldn't be wise if I troubled you for some astringent?" Toshiya chirped only to get flashed
with a glaring pout from the pint-sized singer.
"Heh...uh...nevermind, then."
Normal activities resumed but Kyo's subconscious was rather reluctant to let that view of Toshiya slip
from his mind. Not even five minutes have passed since the band came in to change out of their costumes
and already Kyo was finding it difficult for himself to concentrate on *anything* but a certain
bandmate.
*This is fucking ridiculous* Kyo thought to himself as he grazed a damp cotton pad across his forehead.
*So I saw Toshiya's ass under his skirt. Shit, who hasn't.* A light chuckle slipped through his pasty
lips that were, just seconds ago, painted with a heavy ashy black. *Yeah, the whole world's seen that
ass, I wouldn't doubt it.*
Luckily, Kyo had managed to remove his makeup. Well...thanks to the beads of sweat that were
conveniently concealed under the shards of spikey blond locks. Ok, so his eyes had wandered toward
Toshiya's direction in the hopes of...maybe the bassist would drop something...a brush -anything to get
him to bend over from the waist.
*-What- am I thinking?* Kyo shook his head a bit, grunting under his breath as he denied any carnal
thought that would be directed toward a certain bassist.
"What's eating you?" Die poked as he brushed by, playfully snapping a towel against the back of Kyo's
leg.
"He hasn't gotten his 23 hours of sleep, I would guess." Toshiya giggled.
"Shut *up*, both of you." Kyo spat. And little did he know about Die's mock feared expression behind his
back.
But Toshiya noticed -and his giggling reaction would only receive a snapping glare from Kyo.
"What?" the bassist cringed, blinking as innocently as he could.
Kyo's lips parted and, unconsciously, his eyes wandered past Toshiya's waist, in time to catch him...
*Oh God...he isn't...*
...undo his skirt. And Kyo didn't tear himself away until the pleated garment had slipped down to
Toshiya's ankles.
*Wonderful.* Kyo thought. This was exactly what he needed now: Toshiya standing there...blatantly- in
that tiny white undergarment.
But why should he look at this differently? Surely they've all been down to their underwear in front of
each other -in the dressing rooms, that is --no big deal...Kyo thought to himself.
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"Let me help you with that..." He purred, lowering his head between Kyo's thighs.
"If you insist." Kyo shrugged, but not without that knowing smirk. And he settled back in his big,
comfortable chair watching and revelling upon the scene set before him.
He felt a set of teeth take the zipper of his pants captive and unzipped them completely. Now a hand
delved into the opening, wandering predatory fingers searching, hunting for its prey.
Kyo closed his eyes, hissing back a gasping breath.
Now the greedy hand grasped around his sex, pulling it out from the confines of his pants. Not a second
passed before those full lips, that warm mouth took him in and sucked ravenously with the tip if the
tongue worming and teasing around the slit of the head.
Kyo buried the back of his head into the cushion of the chair, his lips gaped in unsaid moans while his
eyes fluttered closed.
"Oh....God..." he rasped as his hips instinctively bucked and ground against the other's face, shoving
himself deeper into the warm and wet cavern. Luckily, the other hadn't gagged. He was quite good at
this...he must have done this many times...or so Kyo thought.
The tiny singer's chest heaved through a series of heavy panting that would only grow louder, and
faster...heaving in sync with the sucking mouth. A flush of guiltful heat spread through Kyo's small
frame, and it would aim directly below the waist. He knew, that the other knew, that he was nearing the
peak of his arousal...that hungry mouth's lips tightened around the shaft, lightly scraping his teeth
along the sensitive surface, and sucked...ever so slowly as if to tease the orgasm out of him.
"Unnggh..oh...fuck...." Kyo moaned..stirring violently in his chair. And, out of reflex, he dug his
fingers into the other's soft black hair, bucking his hips forward...
"Oh..fucking..shit...TOSHIYA!!!"
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"TOSHIYA!" Kyo snapped his eyes open, finding himself crumpled within his slightly....damp sheets, not
to mention his hand clutched possessively beneath his boxers.
Kyo groaned, wincing at the sticky mess his dream had induced. "Fucking Toshiya..." He shook his head,
knowing how idiotic it was to blame a wet dream on someone who, more than likely, had no clue he was at
fault. "He's doing this on purpose, I bet..."
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"Rrrggh! Shit, what now?" Kyo hacked as he stumbled out of the bathroom. His phone rang while in the
midst of washing away the remnants of that *awful* dream.
He snatched the phone off of the base.
"Hullo?" Kyo grumbled. And what luck he had to hear *Toshiya* answer on the other end.
"Hey, Kyo..."
"What now?! You need more cotton balls?"
"Christ..." Toshiya winced. "I'm just calling to tell you that Kaoru canceled rehearsal today."
Kyo blinked and sunk his chest in, feeling quite like the ass for spitting out that last bit of tongue
lashing. "There was rehearsal scheduled today?"
"Where the hell has your head been?"
Like Kyo would really answer the truth to that, and he was more than ready to close off the phone
conversation. "I don't know...um well then--"
"--No, wait, Kyo--"
"What?!" the blonde whined.
"You're not busy are you? I mean..."
Any idiot would know where this was going, so why wasn't Kyo refusing? Well, his excuse: he'd figure
that he could do a little 'research' *Let's see if Toshiya's deliberately doing -this- to...*
"...I mean...I was wondering if you'd like to hang out here. Like, you know, watch a few movies n'
stuff." Toshiya trailed off with a light chuckle --a little too bubbly for Kyo's taste. But that
unforgettable vision from the dressing room beckoned.
Of course...he couldn't sound *too* eager just yet.
"Why couldn't you ask Kaoru?" he whined.
"He's visiting his family. Why do you think he cancelled rehearsal?"
*Alright...* Kyo thought. *One down, two more to go. If either Die or Shinya's tagging along, then my
theory's shot.*
"Shinya or Die --what about them?"
"Eh..." Toshiya piffled. "I don't even want to bother with them, really."
Kyo blinked, "Not even Die?"
"Well, to tell you the truth..." the bassist paused to slip out another giggle fit. "...I think there's
something going on between those two. So, you know, if I invite one I'd have to invite the other, and
I'd be the third wheel." What luck again, Toshiya narrowed it down to Kyo.
"So c'mon..." Toshiya nudged. "Pleeeeaaase?? It could be like the..uh..old days, you know?"
Kyo finally gave in, with a few of his convincing groans worked in there. "Rrrgh...alright, fine. I'll
uh...be there in an hour or something."
"Great!" Toshiya squealed. "You can come earlier, if you want. See you, then!"
*Yeah..I'll come as early as I --~WHAT~ am I thinking?!*
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And so... Kyo arrived at Toshiya's apartment within an hour as he had mentioned, although, he had to
kill off 45 minutes --he washed up and dressed within 15...who says he wasn't anxious?
He knocked on the door, putting on a convincing display of stubborn posture. But when Toshiya opened the
door, his eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets as they loomed over the bassist's clothes.
"Heya Kyo! Come in!" Toshiya beamed, wearing nothing more than a pair of suggestively short shorts and a
snug-fitting top that would expose his navel from just a subtle lift of the arms.
"Uh...there wasn't a..photo shoot scheduled today....was there...?" Kyo stuttered after conjuring up
something witty to respond to Toshiya's barely covered form. He shuffled past the other, averting his
attentions, and plopped down onto the couch.
*What's his ~excuse~ to wear ~that~?*
The bassist glimpsed down at his own clothes and playfully shrugged. "Nah. It's just kinda warm, you
know...that's all."
"I...I guess."
"And it's only you, Kyo." Toshiya chided, shutting the door before padding over to the TV. "For god's
sake, we did live with each other at one point. We've seen each other in much worse, I'm sure."
*Yeah right.*
Kyo wasn't about to jump to conclusions yet. The weather was a bit warm, he'll give Toshiya that, but he
could have worn a regular pair of shorts instead of something so...*small*.
He curled himself into the corner of the couch with his chin cradled impatiently in his palm. His other
hand fidgeted with the plush of the couch cushion while his eyes darted from the coffee table to
Toshiya...the lamps then back to Toshiya...the bedroom door...to Tosh -*GAH!* He closed his eyes tight
for a brief second, promising to himself that he'd only carry out the original plan of watching a few
movies...and to see if his theory was correct.
"So, what are we watching?" Kyo muttered with his lips pressed against his palm.
"Some horror films I picked up the other day...hope you don't mind." Toshiya chuckled.
"Eh." Kyo shrugged. "Surprise surprise."
Toshiya flashed a childish tongue-sticking smirk back at the muttering blonde. Kyo would only roll his
eyes but he nearly choked when they rolled back into place.
*He's doing it ~again~.*
Toshiya decided on another suggestive posture as he fiddled with the VCR. He was somewhat on all fours,
well...three to be exact- the other hand was occupied with the videotapes.
Maybe it was right for Kyo to assume that Toshiya really was up to something. After all... his barely
covered rear was clearly aimed at him. He responded the only way he could.
"I can't see with your ass in the way."
"The TV's up here, Kyo." Toshiya pointed up at the screen and giggled. "I haven't even started the tape
yet. " After hitting the play button he trodded off to the kitchen. "Besides, what are you doing
staring at my butt?"
*Shit, think of something, smart-ass..* Kyo's nails dug deep into the cushion as he nervously bit his
lip, mustering up some sort of Kyo-smart-ass-induced reply.
"Oh, whoops..." he smirked, heavy with sarcasm. "You're not going to tell Kaoru, are you?"
*Good one, heh heh...*
"I mean, I'd hate to leave the band because I was caught making a pass at the leader's --"
"--Okay, Kyo, I get the po-- HEY!!" Toshiya poked his head out from behind the refrigerator door. "What
makes you think there's something going on between me and Kaoru?" He slid over to the couch with two
bottles of apple tea, handing one to the other.
Kyo sipped on his drink and laughed. "Jesus, if you think Die and Shinya are obvious, you and Kaoru are
as blatant as anything."
Although...Kyo couldn't really remember much what those two have done that would suggest anything. What
those two did on stage were usually kind acts of fan service.
"You mean when I kiss him on the cheek? I kiss everyone on the cheek every now and then." Toshiya leaned
over and, just as easily, pecked on on Kyo.
*He's not making this any -easier-.*
Kyo stuttered mentally, blinking during that one second of flirty lips pressing -not on the cheek- but
on that area lying just a hair next to the corner of his mouth. If he were to turn his head to the side
just as slightly...
"Gah! Quit it!" Kyo pressed the heel of his palm against Toshiya's forehead and shoved him off. The
bassist would only giggle, flashing his arrangement of crooked teeth standing behind those full pouty
petals.
"Alright, sorry." he squeaked. "Just pierce your whole face with spikes and I won't do it again."
"Yeah, I just might do that."
*That's right.* Kyo smirked to himself, *don't give in to a pair of lips that's seen more cock than the
whole band combined.*
But Toshiya continued to babble away, despite the movie that was already thickening in its plot. "Aw,
Kyo..." he overlapped his hands over his chest in mock despair. "Who's going to be the adorable band
member then?"
Ok, so maybe Toshiya wanted, simply, to get a rise out of him -that other kind of rise...that kind that
would result in a certain bassist showing up the next day with one less eye. Kyo's other senses waned a
bit as soon as one of the "cute" terms was directed toward him. He glared at the other through his
narrowed eyes and frowned only to see Toshiya simply smile and wave his fingers at him.
"Did you invite me over just to get --"
"--You want something to eat?" Toshiya abruptly chimed as if nothing had uttered through the other's
lips. The blonde's eyes widened as wide as his eyelids would allow. He could just fall over and faint at
this bassist's behaviour. But, instead, his mouth just hung open, displaying his confusion and
disbelief.
Tohsiya, however, just tilted his head, eyes sparkling upon the other with concern in a pretense
motherly fashion.
"Eh...later..." Kyo grumbled.
The other shrugged and lifted himself off the couch. "Alright then, I'm gonna get myself something."
*Toshiya wants to get hurt -badly-.* The vocalist pushed himself deeper into the couch and folded his
arms...paying no particular attention to the badly made movie which was nearing the second half. He
wondered if he should leave. Despite Toshiya's suggestive attire, the only thing stirring within him was
his anger.
*He's just a selfish, bratty little fuck.*
He darted his eyes from the screen to the lithe figure strolling toward the kitchen. The corner of his
lips curled, furrowing his eyebrows as he wondered if Toshiya had always walked with such pronounced
hip-swinging. He blinked and quickly plugged his eyes back to the TV screen.
*Shallow little bitch.*
There. It was confirmed. Toshiya has no intention to incite him -despite the bending over from the waist
with his ass aimed at him in things that barely covered his rear. That was a relief...or so Kyo
convinced himself to believe. At this point, the last thing he'd want is to give in to the bassist's
cruel game of distractions -well, as long as Toshiya continues with the annoying cute act.
*I wouldn't touch him even if --*
Toshiya plopped back onto the couch wielding no more than a -popsicle- clutched in his slender fingers.
*A ~popsicle~. Please tell me he's not eating THAT.*
"You sure you don't want anything?" Toshiya tilted his head with the tip of the cherry-red frozen
confection kissed against his lips.
"Um..." Kyo unconsciously eyed the red length and followed it up to the pair of petals that were
slightly moistened by the melting tip. "I'm sure."
"Alright then." Toshiya chimed before lapping his tongue over the melted remnants. "Just lemme know if
you want anything."
*If I want ~anything~...GAH!*
Kyo took another sip of his drink as he tried to keep his attentions focused on the movie. But they
undoubtedly rolled to the side, discreetly catching Toshiya lave his tongue over the sweet, frozen
surface, licking his lips, licking around the tip...and eventually pushing the cherry confection into
his mouth.
*-Shit-* Kyo stirred in his seat, shifting his hips to the side facing the armrest as the presence below
his waist began to respond to the popsicle-wielding Toshiya. *Couldn't he just have eaten chips?*
"You alright?" Toshiya smacked his lips after biting the tip of the melted end.
"I'm fine." Kyo stammered, silently cursing the hard lump against his leg.
The other just shrugged and continued his oral assault on the frozen treat as he watched the movie near
its end.
"This shit almost done?" grumbled Kyo.
"Almost...why? You don't like it?"
The vocalist slid his palm over his eyes to convince the other of his "tiredness".
"I'm kind of tired. I wanna sleep."
Toshiya's shoulders slumped and groaned. "Aw, you said you'd hang out here for a while. Stay, please? I
promise I won't make fun of you."
"Uh, thanks?"
Toshiya laughed and leaned his head on Kyo's shoulder. "That means you'll stay?"
*God...I can smell his hair...*
"Unfortunately," Kyo growled, pushing the head of black hair off of him with his two fingers. "But just
one more movie, ok?"
The bassist groaned, rubbed the spot where Kyo had pushed him and whined, "Oh, c'mon. If you wanna nap,
you can sleep here."
*Sleep -here-.*
The vocalist squinted and huffed a mock chuckle. "Nnnhh..."
And the last half-hour or so of the movie rolled on. Toshiya chattered over the scenes, screamed a bit,
and was, in general, being all the more annoying to Kyo.
Strangely, the bassist hadn't done anything suspicious and it was almost unnerving as well as
suspense-wrenching as the movie that had ended.
"Thank god that's over." Kyo puffed.
"Oh c'mon, " Toshiya nudged. "I saw you kinda cringe back against the couch."
The vocalist cued his eye roll just as the other cued his tittering fit.
"Ok, you said you'd stay for just one more movie..." The bassist leaned over in Kyo's direction as he
stretched an arm to grab at the remote sitting on the end table. "I'll try to find a long one..."
Out of habit, Kyo winced as the lanky shoulder pressed against his chest and the scent of floral shampoo
wafted within the gap between Toshiya's hair and his nose. Strange how the vocalist's eyes would snatch
every detail of the other, even when he was in the midst of carrying out something as simple as grabbing
an object. And, in his own timeframe, Kyo watched as a lock of black hair dramatically wisped away to
bare the back of that *delectable* neck.
"Ohmygod! Kyo, sorry!"
The vocalist snapped out of his hazy realm in time to find Toshiya frantically dabbing a paper towel
over the wet, cold, apple-scented spots on his lap. Apparently, the bassist had *accidentally* knocked
over the bottle of apple tea while he was retrieving the remote and the other tapes.
"Giyaaahh!! Toshiya!!!" Kyo yelped as his small hips bucked upward from the chill of the dampness, not
to mention the bassist dabbing the towel over the more ~vital~ areas.
Toshiya blinked. "I said I was sorry! And the least I could do is help you get cleaned up. Seems the
only way to get the tea off is -"
*Who does he think he's fooling?!*
"-take my pants off, right?" Kyo took one of the bassist's wrists in his grasp, flashing a flat, stern
glare with a mocking nod. "That's ~it~. What the fuck are you trying to do?"
The bassist's eyes gaped down at his bound wrist with his pouty mouth hanging open before glimpsing up
at the psychotic pools darting in his direction. "I....I don't know what you're talking about, Kyo.."
His neatly made-up eyebrows cringed as he trailed off with a nervous chuckle. "I was just offering my
help that's all!"
"--Bullshit, Toshiya!" the vocalist blared as he took hold of the other wrist while forcing the bassist
onto his back against the couch with his underestimated strength. "Bending over with your nearly naked
ass in my face, inviting me over while you wear practically nothing, and 'accidentally' spilling a drink
on my pants...I could go on, but I'm very sure you catch my drift."
Whether it was unconscious or not, Kyo had positioned himself with his knees planted between Toshiya's
pale thighs and his grasp bound around the bassist's wrists held above the mass of black hair. His
breath seared over the other's full lips as hot streams hissed through his clenched teeth.
Toshiya hadn't responded as fearfully as the vocalist had hoped. Although he whimpered some and squirmed
some, he was rather placid underneath the smaller figure. "I *really* don't know what you're talking
about! You must be ima--"
The bassist's sentence was cut off, appropriately, with Kyo's mouth clamped over his. The initial kiss
was expectedly bruising, but short since the vocalist wasn't done with his interrogations.
"This is what you want from me, isn't it?"
Toshiya simply stared back at the other, freshly kissed lips gaping slightly with his chest heaving in a
steady, slow rhythm. And before Kyo could spit out another question or insult, the younger bandmate
quickly lifted his head and retaliated with an equally greedy kiss. He submitted his mouth to the other,
but as soon as he felt a hint of Toshiya's tongue poking against his teeth, he promptly pulled away.
"I want you to say it, Toshiya. I want you to ~admit~ that you did all these things to get my
attention."
The only response the vocalist would recieve was nothing more than a cringe of the eyebrows and a pout
of the lips. Quite enraged, Kyo snatched Toshiya's bottle of apple tea and plainly poured the contents
over the snug top and tiny shorts. Sure enough, the bassist yelped while squirming in the midst of
apple-scented dampness clinging against his skin.
"Kyo!"
"Oh, so that'll make you talk, huh?" the vocalist gritted. Mockingly, he clapped a hand against his
cheek, widened his eyes and gasped, "Toshiya, you got apple tea all over you. I.....I think you should
take this off...get this cleaned..." Without any trouble, Kyo tugged at the sticky, damp top, and pulled
it over Toshiya's head until it was completly off of him. And all the while, the bassist just laid
there, quietly, with his arms resting above his toussled tangle of hair.
*This is fucking ~ridiculous~. He went from babbling baby to a limp doormat...rrrgghhhh!*
Kyo shoved his face into the other's. "Aren't you going to say anything? Scream? Protest?"
Through seething, narrowed eyes, he caught Toshiya's lips crack into a subtle grin.
"You're being silly." the bassist giggled.
That, obviously, wasn't the kind of answer the vocalist was vying for. It would only drive him over the
edge of his frustrated anger.
"And you're being an annoying little fuck!" Kyo growled before lifting himself off of the taller figure.
"All this time, you've been setting me up in his little game just to torture me and yank the fucking rug
from underneath! Fuck this, Toshiya..I'm getting out of here."
But before Kyo could slide off of the couch, Toshiya had grabbed a hold of his wrist. And, without
hesitation, the bassist pulled the smaller form on top of him. "Don't go yet..." he whimpered through
his begging eyes. The other hand cupped over the vocalist's soft cheek as he devoured the angry pair of
lips.
Kyo, quite stubbornly, submitted himself to the kiss...this was what he was hoping would happen, right?
*You want Totchi to admit to wanting this when you can't even admit to the same thing?*
And when he felt the other's whimpering moan muffle from one mouth to the other -not to mention that
same tongue worming against the small gap between both sets of teeth- he convinced himself to admit...to
give in to his carnal intentions. *I ~hope~ I don't hate myself afterward...*
*Toshiya is just too...~alluring~...*
Eventually, Kyo would oblige -parting his teeth as an invitation for both tongues to exlpore the
opposite regions, to fuse into each other, and to delve into the warm depths. And, as their mouths were
occupied in their own embrace, Toshiya's hand slipped away from the vocalist's cheek to move down to his
pants. Effortlessly, the bassist had done away with the button and zipper and never hesitated to dive
his hand beneath the material of Kyo's boxers as well as possessively grasp his thin digits around his
sex.
Gasping, Kyo bucked his tiny hips against the invading hand as he slid his trembling mouth away from the
other's and, in a rather clumsy manner, slid them toward Toshiya's delicate neck and anchored them
there, sucking sweetly onto the tender skin.
*That little, impatient, selfish bitch..* he inwardly mused while his arousal dutifully responded to the
predatory grasp, twitching madly while blood streamed directly toward his groin. Then Toshiya's short,
breathy cries seared through his senses and he wasted no time in peeling the tiny garment away from the
bassist's devilishly sensuous legs.
*That little ~slut~! He ~was~ expecting this..he hadn't even bothered to wear -underwear-.*
Kyo reluctantly lifted his face away from the delectable niche as he felt Toshiya's nagging tugs against
the hem of his pants. He glimpsed up at the other's face, reading the luscious pair of lips silently
utter his name. Though, his voice was kept at bay, Kyo could definitely feel the evident whine coming
from the taller bandmate.
While still kneeling squarely between Toshiya's lenient limbs, Kyo lifted the upper part of his body to
rid himself of his own garb. But as he was in the midst of pulling his shirt off, his eyes never wanted
to tear away from the bared form of the bassist, lying there with obvious want, and deliciously
submissive. And, with Toshiya's grasp still firmly bound around his length a pleasurably excrutiating
twinge cut a ragged path from his nether regions to the core of his very being.
He considered leaving his boxers on but after he had shed away his slacks, Toshiya's hand, still buried
within the undergarment , nudged the elastic further down. Kyo's eyelids fluttered half-way closed,
slipped a lazy sigh, and complied with the bassist's silent command -it was only fair, anyway...thought
the vocalist. So, off went the undergarmtent -tossed onto the pile of discarded, apple-scented clothes
lying at the foot of the couch.
Animalistic hisses rasped through Kyo's clenched teeth as his mouth returned to the duty of enveloping
around the opposite pair of lips. He sucked brutally onto the bottom petal, never giving Toshiya a
chance to retaliate with his own mouth. After bestowing enough bruising damage, his mouth departed and
trailed the tip of his tongue down Toshiya's chin, trailed the middle of the neck, and laved its way
over the apple-flavoured dampness glistening onto the pale chest.
Toshiya's whimpering would escelate into full-mouthed moans when a pink nipple had been taken captive
between merciless teeth. Although Kyo had his tongue lave over the bites, his teeth would torture the
sensitive nub just as sweetly.
In the meantime, Toshiya's trembling hand had slipped away from the other's nether regions. His body was
quivering weakly from excitement but he mustered enough strength to clasp his legs around the smaller
form's hips, gently tugging the opposite torso toward himself.
Kyo, after succumbing again to the other's childish, but silent, whining, lifted his attentions from the
assaulted nipple to the painfully beautiful expression that desperately cried for fulfillment. God, how
much he wanted to carry on torturing the bassist...to pay the other back for distracting him with such
~lowly~ images -not that he didn't particularly enjoy them, but how irritating the game was.
His lips slid away from the saliva-covered knob to pursue the opposite but gasped inwardly, choking back
a moan the moment he felt Toshiya grind his hips against his own. With their own sweat being the only
barrier between them, both of their lengths easily came in contact with each other- grinding with
vigorious fervor.
"Nnnh....Toshiya you have any-"
"--y-yes..but..nnnn...Kyo..I don't care..just...."
"....you're sure about-"
And he was appropriately interrupted by the bassist's whining cry.
*Good fucking god, Toshiya....*
"Fine...I don't want to hear you crying when you feel like you're being torn...literally."
*Arrgh..~fuck it~...just FUCK ~him~!*
Kyo clamped a hand onto the opposite hips while the other slung one of the luciously long limbs around
his shoulder. He sucked back a breath of air, slipping his attentions toward the gaping, moaning lips
before pushing himself into the wanton entrance. The smaller set of hips thrust suspensfully forward,
treking slowly through the warm, constricting confines.
Kyo had never imagined that his fellow bandmate would be as *tight*..what with his flirtatiousness..he
was sure Toshiya had been...to put it in blunt terms: "passed around". But as he gradually became
enveloped within the other, his own painful cry of delight would defy that concept.
His eyes fluttered halfway closed and the imminent cries from the bassist rang through his ears. As soon
as his aching sex was clamped feverently around the hilt, he pulled out part of the way. He leaned
forward, aided by Toshiya's grip pulling him by the shoulders, until their lips were only separated by
the less-than-a-hair gap. With a raspy grunt, Kyo thrust forward again, gradually picking up an even
pattern.
And, after that, witty comments, whiny pouts, tempermental grumblings, and annoying titterings had
ceased. Until then there was nothing but the most excrutiating pleasure, lust-driven cries and wailings
hazing the atmosphere, and deadly sins committed with no thought of having them absolved.
Kyo's tiny hips thrust faster, if not deeper as unconscious nails dug into the hot, sweat-slicked skin
of the bassist. He felt the sylph-like figure arch sharply against him -no doubt that the cries
emmitting from the other was partially from the lack of any type of lubricant. And he felt the
reluctance - from Toshiya- to stop; crying out just as much when the taller form had tightened himself
around the invading length.
The pattern was uninterrupted, though, this time, with the lust-hardened sex grinding against ravenously
tighter walls of hot flesh.
The thrusts easily graduated to pounding with both sets of heated, sweaty skin slapping against opposite
surfaces. Against his taut stomach, Kyo felt the bassist's hardness twitch-- alongside hearing the
accompanying moans. Then, suddenly, a scream blared from Toshiya's mouth, shattering through the air as
he orgasmed into a white bliss.
The vocalist carried on with the warm remnants of the other's orgasm sputtering against his stomach. His
nether regions began to quiver, and, with his mouth gaped and eyes clenched shut, he bestowed a final
blow as he spilled his seed into the other. The release was overwhelming -he wasn't able to hear
himself cry out his delight, but he was very certain he had screamed..he felt the strain itch within his
vocal chords.
Disregarding the limp figure beneath him, Kyo collapsed his sated self on top.
"Ow...! Kyooo......." Toshiya whined tiredly with a lazy hand brushing through the tangled blond shards.
Kyo plunked a hand onto the heaving chest as his heaved just as much while catching his breath.
"Hrrn...."he grunted with his lips muffled against the bassist's neck. "What are you gonna whine about
now, you blue raspberry...?"
Toshiya cued his telltale giggle as he moved his lips closer to Kyo's ear. "Nothing...just wanted to
point something out, that's all."
"And that is...?"
The bassist playfully licked at the vocalist's cheek and whispered, "You forgot to mention the
popscicle..."
Kyo's eyes widened, "What?!" And he readied himself to wring his hands around the other's neck.
"Toshiya..you FUCKING LITTLE- MMMPPHHHH!!!"
But he would only get cut off, appropriately, with a breath-capturing kiss. Kyo sank into it, however,
shrugging inwardly. A kiss from Toshiya, he figured, is nothing to complain about.
*I'll probably never figure you out, Toshiya...* he mused to himself. *Selfish little bitch that you
are...*
~fin~
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there you have it :) i hope it's 'decent' ^_~.
metal faerie