Desire | By : LadyAreia Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > alice nine. Views: 2079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Tora x Reita, Alice Nine, Gazette, One Shot
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Dark eyes, narrowed with intent, stared through the crowds at the blonde man on stage, his body swaying violently with the fast-paced music blaring around them. He watched as those long fingers, so skilled, raced across the thick strings of his bass, so sure, so intoxicating. A smile spread across his lips as the dark-haired man waited until the end of the song, then slipped unnoticed through the crowds.
"Are you coming, Reita-kun?" Uruha crooned, one lazy arm slung over Aoi's shoulders as they made to leave the dressing room.
"I'll just be a minute more." The quiet bassist promised, still dressed in his costume and make-up. "I'm just moving a bit slow," he threw the taller man a soft smile, "tired and all."
Uruha untangled himself fromt the other guitarist and drapped his arms over the seated man. "We'll, we're all headed back to the hotel." he tried to supress a yawn and failed. "Don't be too long or the fangirls might make their way back here." He grinned devilishly. "You never know what they have planned."
Reita blushed, even under his nose strap still secured in place around his face as Ruki and Kai grabbed their silly guitarist, dragging him back towards the door.
"Don't take too long," Kai said over his shoulder. "We have to get up early in the morning." And with that, his bandmates left.
Reita sighed in quiet relief as the silance surrounded him. He laid his head back against the chair, closing his eyes, heart just now slowing from their part of the performance that had ended only minutes ago. He didn't hear as the door was slowly pushed open and a tall figure slid his lithe body inside. The dark haired man quietly crossed the room, stopping just behind the tired man. He placed his hands on the other's shoulders, thumbs moving in slow, soothing circles.
Reita's eyes flew open and he met the other's gaze in the big mirror infront of him.
"Tora?" He spun around, eyes wide. "What are you still doing here?"
The other man smiled slightly, one corner of his mouth turning upwards, then placed a hand on Reita's neck. He leaned down, pressing his lips firmly against the bassists.
Reita's eyes went wide, shocked as he pulled back. "Wait, how, why-" but then their faces smashed together again, this time Tora's actions more forceful, more demanding, the spike in his lip pushing sharply against Reita's mouth. Stunned, the blonde held still for a moment, then felt himself begin to melt into the other man's touch. He opened his mouth slightly and Tora's tongue slid in immediatly, long, languid strokes moving against him, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
Tora slowly straitened his back, arms around the slightly shorter man, forcing him to his feet. He guided the other man a step to the side, back pressed against the make-up counter. Tora's hands slowly moved south, lingering only a moment at the buckles of Reita's costume before hastily undoing them. His mouth pulled away from the bassist's slightly, but only to latch onto his long neck, nipping and biting the sensitive skin until Reita groaned. He grinned, then carefully slid his hands inside Reita's pants, pushing the thick black fabric off the other man's hips. Before Reita could fully understand what was happening, he was being pushed up onto the counter, his hands gripping the edge as Tora began frantically fishing for something in his pockets. He must have found what he was looking for, because a moment later, a slick finger probed between his legs, then carfully pushed inside.
Reita gasped, his hands finally moving, clutching at the other man's shoulders in a tightly. Tora stopped, for the first time a look of uncertainty across his face, but the bassist smiled, breath quickening.
That seemed to be all the reassurance the other needed as he inserted a second finger inside the bassist, followed quickly by a third, streching him carefully but with a certain urgancy behind his movement. Soon he was pulling his hand way and unfastening his own pants, not bothering to push them all the way down before thrusting up into the blonde man.
Reita gasped, back arching against the mirror behind him as his fingers clenched, nails digging into the thin fabric of Tora's black shirt. He instinctivly raised his hips, wrapping his long legs around the other man's waist as Tora slowly began to move in and out of him, his movements careful but impatient, allowing Reita just enough time to get accustomed to feeling so full before moving faster, harder, pushing in as deep as he could go, then pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in again, grazing that bundle of nerves deep inside him.
Eyes going wide, Reita moaned loudly, hands grasping desperatly for Tora's face, pulling their mouths together in frantic, rough kisses and nips. He rolled his hips, urgering the other faster, needing, wanting more contact, desire streaming through him like a tidle wave. Tora complied, one hand wrapping around the bassist's waist, the other snaking between them, grabbing ahold of Reita's erection and pumping him up and down, perfectly in time with his thrusts. Their collective moans filled the small dressing room as they moved together, faster and faster, that familar feeling building in the pits of their stomachs as they came closer and closer to the edge.
Finally Reita could take no more and with a loud grunt he spilled himself in Tora's hand, hips thrusting forward, sparks exploding before his eyes. Just a few moments later, Tora's eyes squeezed shut as he released deep inside the bassist, hips thrusting mercilessly as he rode out his orgasm.
They stayed locked together for several minutes, chests heaving, lungs desperate to repleshi air taken in only as an afterthought. Finally, Tora pulled out, tucking himself carefully back into his pants. He reached forward, placing a slow, gentle kiss on Reita's mouth, then stepped back. With a final smile, he turned and left, closing the door quietly behind him.
Reita stared, dumbfounded, back and head slumped against the mirror, long legs dangling over the edge of the counter. After a moment, he grinned and hopped down to the floor on shaky legs.
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