Oral Fix | By : DubiousDane Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1113 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I, unfortuately, do not know the members of Dir en grey, and I definitely don't make any money from the writing of this story. |
Kyo wandered the stage as he sang, as he was prone to do; his shirt had been discarded at the end of the first song, and had become lost completely among the clutter of the stage over the course of the concert. He swiveled his hips suggestively as he moved, earning appreciative screams from the audience, male and female alike. When he reached out to put an arm around Kaoru’s shoulders, the crowd’s cheering increased tenfold. He grinned impishly, leaning over and indicating that Kaoru should sing the backing vocals into his mic instead of the one assigned to the guitarist.
God, but Kaoru hated when he did this.
He was the leader of this band, goddamnit, and it made it fucking hard to concentrate on the music when Kyo was pressed up against him like that, writhing in all his shirtless glory. Nothing out of the ordinary to an audience who expected theatrics from the vocalist, but Kaoru knew the little bastard had far more lecherous thoughts in mind.
The hand that was currently groping his ass was definitely a clue.
Kyo stepped away, not wanting to make the contact look like anything other than usual band camaraderie (and perhaps a bit of fan service for those still interested), but Kaoru caught the suggestive waggle to his hips and almost missed a note because of it.
After the set was over and the band retreated offstage to take a quick smoke before the encore, he followed the small blonde into a handy supply closet without a second thought.
“Aren’t you… going… to have… a smoke?” The words were incredibly difficult to force out, as Kyo had chosen to attack his mouth as soon as the door was firmly shut behind them. Moreover, as Kaoru’s tongue had far more interesting activities to be engaged in, forming words seemed ridiculously superfluous.
“Don’t need it.” Kyo pulled back slightly, a devilish smile twisting his lips. “Need you. Quickie?”
“God, yes.” Kyo, not needing further encouragement, immediately latched his mouth onto the guitarist’s neck, sucking just short of bruising and steadily moving downwards over the other man’s lean, sweaty body. “Uhnn… you’ll miss it, though. You… need the fix.”
Kyo paused in his downward journey, eyes flashing up at Kaoru through the gloom of the closet. “I’ll just have to find something else to suck on then, won’t I.”
“You horny little fuck.”
“You fucking love it.” Kyo pushed up the guitarist’s t-shirt and swiftly began to unfasten his jeans. “You. Fucking. Love it.” He punctuated each word with a tug on the zipper, completing the sentence just as Kaoru’s fully erect cock sprung from the confines of the denim. “No underwear?” Kyo sounded impressed, despite himself. “And I’m the horny fuck?”
Kaoru smirked. “You’re horny. I’m just prepared.”
“Prepared my ass… is this a nicotine patch, you cheating bastard?” Kyo pressed an accusatory finger against the offending square of medication, previously hidden just beneath the waistband of Kaoru’s jeans.
“Prepared.” Kaoru pushed his hips forward slightly, liking the way it looked as his cock pressed against Kyo’s cheek. That he liked how it felt was a given. “Besides, it wouldn’t have worked for you; doesn’t give you your oral fix.”
“Oh baby, I’m gonna get my oral fix.” Kyo fisted the other man’s erection, leering upwards as he deliberately ran the tip back and forth across his smirking lips, spreading the pre-come over his mouth like some obscene parody of lipstick. Kaoru shuddered, forced to lean back against the wall for support. “You just fucking watch me.”
Kaoru licked his lips. He wasn’t the leader for nothing.
“Suck me dry, Kyo.”
“You got it.”
And suddenly his entire erection was engulfed, surrounded by the hot, glorious wetness of Kyo’s tight mouth. Kaoru moaned, trusting the sound of the crowd to drown him out; god, but this was fucking heaven. It hadn’t taken Kyo long to learn to deep throat, but it still blew his mind every damn time.
Unconsciously, he began to thrust, body eager to bury itself in that wonderful heat. Kyo adjusted for the movement, relaxing his throat further and tonguing the underside of the guitarist’s cock eagerly. He fucking loved giving head; his eyes were rolling, and his own erection was pressing urgently against the zipper of his jeans, aching and desperate for release. He’d wait, but he wouldn’t wait long.
Kaoru groaned, stars bursting behind his eyes. He couldn’t hold his orgasm off much longer, and more importantly, couldn’t find a reason to. With a final thrust he came, shooting his seed deep down his lover’s throat. He shuddered as the spasms wracked his body; he wanted to pull out, to come all over Kyo’s face, to rub his semen into the blonde’s soft skin with the head of his softening cock…
But there was an encore, and that would just have to wait.
Exhaling heavily as his orgasm ended, Kaoru reached down to pull the small vocalist to his feet. His hands, still slightly shaky from his own release, made short work of Kyo’s jeans and quickly began pumping the blonde’s erection, thumb spreading the ample precome over the head as he tugged the foreskin back and forth. He leaned down to murmur in the other man’s ear, grinning at the shudders his words and ministrations produced.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard after we get home… Spread your legs and pound your sweet ass like you can’t even fucking imagine… and then you’ll turn around and fuck me back, putting that cock of yours so deep into my ass I’ll be tasting your come for month..”
Kyo, profane as he was, was horribly weak to dirty talk. He didn’t last more than a few moments before coming in spurts all over the guitarist’s hand.
They both stood silently for a moment, simply breathing; recovering. Kyo leaned forward to lick his own semen from Kaoru’s hand, and the guitarist had to zip himself back up quickly before his erection became, quite literally, out of hand.
Chuckling softly, Kyo reached down to do up his own pants before pulling open the door.
“What?”
The blonde smirked, ignoring the chaos outside the closet for a moment longer as he looked back over his shoulder to waggle his eyebrows at his lover.
“You’d better be ready to follow through with those promises, sweetheart.” And then he sauntered off, accepting a bottle of water from a stage hand with a polite thank you and lining up with the rest of the band for the encore.
Kaoru grinned, in spite of himself.
“Horny little fuck.”
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