An Excuse for Smut
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J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop › Gackt
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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4,286
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23
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High Fly
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them, not associated with them, this only happened in my overheated imagination and never could in real life. If you're Gackt or Hyde, well, Hi!! ^_^ and I'll take it down if and when you request.
Title: An Excuse for Smut, ch. 2 - High Fly
Author:
Pairing: Hyde... and fantasy!Gackt
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:
The crack, of course, continues to be strong in this one. Also, a little more dirty talk, masturbation, references to oral sex, brief references to anal sex, and a good amount of swearing.
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Hyde had left the party with his mind whirling and twisting enough to make him motion-sick; he found himself back at his apartment without any clear memory of what he'd said or to whom in order to get there. Unusual, but considering the circumstances, understandable, he thought. This was an entirely new territory; he didn't know whether he wanted to explore it, or bloody foist it back onto the Russians he'd foolishly bought it off for what really had seemed like too good of a price. In a manner of speaking.
He didn't know who this guy was. If he tried to find out, he risked... well, everything. If he didn't, then he might always wonder what would have happened, and if it would've been better. He had to think, somehow. Did he want to keep his future prospects intact and rising? Did he want to hang on to his fiancee, with whom he was in love, and go through with the marriage in two months? It was, after all, exactly what he'd always wanted. Or, did he want to toss all of that away in favor of discovering who he truly was, and going after real happiness, whatever that might be? Disregarding entirely the fact that the futures of most of the people he loved were in some way dependent on himself not throwing away all of their hard work...
Which was more important? Was there a way to make both work, somehow??
He groaned softly, leaning his head down to rest in palms. His mind was a zoo... no point in even trying to sort it all out tonight. He'd get absolutely nowhere, as strongly distracted as he was by his body's reaction to the fresh memory. He'd had fun, right? Nobody knew but them, and nobody could be hurt by what they didn't know. He had discovered something new that he enjoyed, which he would never have suspected before actually trying it. Never mind that it was reasonably taboo and a scandal waiting to happen.
He had no idea how much of the enjoyment could be pegged to the particular company. Probably not a good idea to think about that, for as long as he could avoid it. Anyone at that party was definitely someone he'd be better off remaining anonymous to, much as he'd almost blown that earlier. He pulled his hands down his face slowly, sighing at himself, then shook his head quickly, rubbing at his cheeks. Eh, that had been before he'd realized what the other man was going after. Assuming that he himself had realized it at that point; he'd seemed as surprised as Hyde, when Hyde had gone to his knees, responding to the rasped-out command before the second thoughts could take over.
It still had his mind reeling. The very thought, the memory of the action... the ghostly imprint of those full lips against his, slight taste of blood still from the incident that had begun the really exciting portion of events (and wasn't that luck, that his clumsiness had finally paid off so?)... the memory of a broad, hard shape pressing hot against the back of his throat, forcing his lips tight over his teeth.
For the life of him, he couldn't figure out just what had been so pleasurable about the experience, that it stuck in his head and continually flashed before his mind's eye this way. Something for later. Later, later, later, don't think about it now... don't think at all, right now. Just enjoy the feeling while it's still overwhelming you.
So he flopped backward onto his bed, just one lamp on and not another soul in the apartment. Nobody to hear what might slip out of his mouth, nobody to know what he might choose to envision in his mind. His hands slipped a little hesitantly to the top button of his gray silk shirt. Noone else might know... but he was still feeling guilty about jerking off to another man, and just a bit afraid that having started, he might never be able to go back.
Well, no matter what - he definitely needed to be getting off, as soon as possible. His balls ached, cock feeling heavy from the constant rush back and forth of hardness over the evening... that had been quite the blueballs episode, not only hearing another man fall completely apart in orgasm for the first time, and in a goddamned erotic manner, but -- actually being the cause of it? He was surprised that his cock wasn't still so stiff that it felt like it'd break if he bumped it.
Returning to the public view had quite effectively reduced his erection. And after that - every time that he thought of it, remembered, he'd start to become aroused (velvety, low voice roughly whispering don't stop oh pleasenomatterwhatohfuck-- that alone was enough to very nearly bring him off in the center of the ballroom without a single touch)... and, catching himself, forcing where he was at and who he was with into the forefront of his mind, he'd become calm again. But this, several times an hour, definitely hadn't contributed to a peaceable zen state for his penis. It was, in fact, practically demanding to be taken care of as soon as possible one way or another, and preferably right now.
He finished unbuttoning his shirt, and smoothed the edges to the side, much as he'd done to that man earlier. Remembering that... he decided that he'd pretend that his hands were those hands. The ones that had buried themselves in his hair and all too clearly struggled not to simply grasp and yank forward on his head, impaling his throat on the cock between his lips. They'd been a little rough here and there, from what he could tell; probably guitar calluses, just as on his own hands. He shrugged a bit... go figure, music industry event? Yeah. With charisma that operated to the degree of being overwhelming in the dark, that man was definitely some kind of performer.
His hands -- those hands -- pressed themselves lightly to his body, sliding from his collarbone to the line of his hip, that indent that directed one to explore further... staying along the edge of the hollow, teasing a little with his fingertips, stroking upward until he'd reached the edge of his abs, enjoying each little feathery, shiver-inducing movement. This area of his body was damn sensitive. He flattened his hands over his chest for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his small, hardened nipples against the centers of his palms... brushed them with his callused thumbs as he passed his hands back down over his body to his belt.
Undid his damn pants. They're in the way. Zip zip zip. Shoved lightly down, just enough... he reached down and cupped his balls in his left hand, gently rolled them around in his palm... they were sore from this night-of-frustration business. His third finger stretched out to stroke the skin below them lightly, teasing the prickle of hairs there, sending shivers down the back of his legs. Mm, it felt good just to have any contact on this part of his body, after what he'd been through today. He reached out to the nightstand and grabbed his little bottle of lube, flipping up the cap and squeezing a double line out onto his achingly hard cock with one practiced hand.
Spreading it over his skin, making random patterns, squeezing and twisting - he realized abruptly that if he wanted to spend more than five seconds on this, which quite frankly he thought the occasion deserved, he had best hold back a bit on the more intoxicating, sensuously indulgent sort of motion that he'd begun to fall into out of habit. Spreading and stiffening his fingers, he reached beyond his balls, pressed down just so and brought his hand straight up to the crest of his cock in one long stroke... rubbed both hands together for a second to spread the lube between them, then began a steady, repeating pattern of that long, smooth stroke, alternating hands...
...imagining that he wasn't laying in his own bed at home, but was instead still in that dark room, standing with the larger man pressing close behind him, those long, strong hands reaching low to slide gloriously along his skin, deeply resonant voice in his ear, breath warm on his neck - "Don't stop," Hyde muttered below his breath, to the vision he'd built in his mind. "I can't... you're making me so hot..." and the voice in his mind said lowly, "That's what I wanted... what I planned from the moment I walked into this room and found you here waiting for me... eager, weren't you? Practically begging to do anything I could possibly ask..."
Hyde shuddered, and gasped, "Yes... anything you..." as his hands began to press more firmly, move a little faster, twisting and flicking here and there... "You loved it, didn't you? Loved getting on your knees for me, opening yourself to my cock... taking it as deep as you could, even deeper, letting me choke you with it if I had wanted..." There was something here that it momentarily occured to him he ought to think about later, but right now it was all turning him on far too much to bother with. His fantasy partner was beginning to rumble in his ear about holding him down and making him take that cock that he apparently enjoyed feeling so much, in whichever way that its owner chose - and Hyde was really starting to have some concern for the direction his thoughts were taking, but whether it would be as enjoyable in reality or not, it was incredibly hot to imagine hearing that voice murmur next to his ear... he could almost feel the tall, lithe body with all its heat lying along every plane of his, as his hands picked up pace faster, harder, his legs beginning to shake a little as he fought to keep them straight and angled out a little in the way that would make it build the most intensely...
"Bring a pair of handcuffs, we'll go downtown and I'll lock your hands around a street lamp, facing traffic, all those people passing by in their cars and watching you twist your tongue around the head of my cock..." the imagined voice growing more and more graphic as he grew closer to orgasm, mind filled with visions of him, nameless man in darkness with voice that somehow opened up every kinked impulse in Hyde's brain, whose touch had aroused him beyond any logic, whose mouth... the words Hyde imagined coming from that mouth... were about to...
Hyde groaned desperately, trying to hold off just a little bit longer, his hands moving jerkily now as he began to lose control, hearing... that voice... say his name--- "Haido... I want you to come for me, come all over my hands, harder than you ever have in your life, now--" and he did, oh god he did, colors sparked behind his painfully squeezed-shut eyelids as he shuddered and gasped, his back arching, pelvis rising to meet another that wasn't there, in desperate thrusts... his shoulders burrowed back trustingly into an imagined strong body, while the dark velvet voice in Hyde's mind whispered one last time into his ear, almost purring... "Gooooood, that's the kind of obedience that I like to see from my little slut..." making one last shudder travel from the base of his skull all the way down to echo through his cock.
Little... slut...? he thought to himself spacily as he laid there feeling the slow, final waves of sensation chase through his body. What the... hell...?
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Title: An Excuse for Smut, ch. 2 - High Fly
Author:
Pairing: Hyde... and fantasy!Gackt
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:
The crack, of course, continues to be strong in this one. Also, a little more dirty talk, masturbation, references to oral sex, brief references to anal sex, and a good amount of swearing.
Hyde had left the party with his mind whirling and twisting enough to make him motion-sick; he found himself back at his apartment without any clear memory of what he'd said or to whom in order to get there. Unusual, but considering the circumstances, understandable, he thought. This was an entirely new territory; he didn't know whether he wanted to explore it, or bloody foist it back onto the Russians he'd foolishly bought it off for what really had seemed like too good of a price. In a manner of speaking.
He didn't know who this guy was. If he tried to find out, he risked... well, everything. If he didn't, then he might always wonder what would have happened, and if it would've been better. He had to think, somehow. Did he want to keep his future prospects intact and rising? Did he want to hang on to his fiancee, with whom he was in love, and go through with the marriage in two months? It was, after all, exactly what he'd always wanted. Or, did he want to toss all of that away in favor of discovering who he truly was, and going after real happiness, whatever that might be? Disregarding entirely the fact that the futures of most of the people he loved were in some way dependent on himself not throwing away all of their hard work...
Which was more important? Was there a way to make both work, somehow??
He groaned softly, leaning his head down to rest in palms. His mind was a zoo... no point in even trying to sort it all out tonight. He'd get absolutely nowhere, as strongly distracted as he was by his body's reaction to the fresh memory. He'd had fun, right? Nobody knew but them, and nobody could be hurt by what they didn't know. He had discovered something new that he enjoyed, which he would never have suspected before actually trying it. Never mind that it was reasonably taboo and a scandal waiting to happen.
He had no idea how much of the enjoyment could be pegged to the particular company. Probably not a good idea to think about that, for as long as he could avoid it. Anyone at that party was definitely someone he'd be better off remaining anonymous to, much as he'd almost blown that earlier. He pulled his hands down his face slowly, sighing at himself, then shook his head quickly, rubbing at his cheeks. Eh, that had been before he'd realized what the other man was going after. Assuming that he himself had realized it at that point; he'd seemed as surprised as Hyde, when Hyde had gone to his knees, responding to the rasped-out command before the second thoughts could take over.
It still had his mind reeling. The very thought, the memory of the action... the ghostly imprint of those full lips against his, slight taste of blood still from the incident that had begun the really exciting portion of events (and wasn't that luck, that his clumsiness had finally paid off so?)... the memory of a broad, hard shape pressing hot against the back of his throat, forcing his lips tight over his teeth.
For the life of him, he couldn't figure out just what had been so pleasurable about the experience, that it stuck in his head and continually flashed before his mind's eye this way. Something for later. Later, later, later, don't think about it now... don't think at all, right now. Just enjoy the feeling while it's still overwhelming you.
So he flopped backward onto his bed, just one lamp on and not another soul in the apartment. Nobody to hear what might slip out of his mouth, nobody to know what he might choose to envision in his mind. His hands slipped a little hesitantly to the top button of his gray silk shirt. Noone else might know... but he was still feeling guilty about jerking off to another man, and just a bit afraid that having started, he might never be able to go back.
Well, no matter what - he definitely needed to be getting off, as soon as possible. His balls ached, cock feeling heavy from the constant rush back and forth of hardness over the evening... that had been quite the blueballs episode, not only hearing another man fall completely apart in orgasm for the first time, and in a goddamned erotic manner, but -- actually being the cause of it? He was surprised that his cock wasn't still so stiff that it felt like it'd break if he bumped it.
Returning to the public view had quite effectively reduced his erection. And after that - every time that he thought of it, remembered, he'd start to become aroused (velvety, low voice roughly whispering don't stop oh pleasenomatterwhatohfuck-- that alone was enough to very nearly bring him off in the center of the ballroom without a single touch)... and, catching himself, forcing where he was at and who he was with into the forefront of his mind, he'd become calm again. But this, several times an hour, definitely hadn't contributed to a peaceable zen state for his penis. It was, in fact, practically demanding to be taken care of as soon as possible one way or another, and preferably right now.
He finished unbuttoning his shirt, and smoothed the edges to the side, much as he'd done to that man earlier. Remembering that... he decided that he'd pretend that his hands were those hands. The ones that had buried themselves in his hair and all too clearly struggled not to simply grasp and yank forward on his head, impaling his throat on the cock between his lips. They'd been a little rough here and there, from what he could tell; probably guitar calluses, just as on his own hands. He shrugged a bit... go figure, music industry event? Yeah. With charisma that operated to the degree of being overwhelming in the dark, that man was definitely some kind of performer.
His hands -- those hands -- pressed themselves lightly to his body, sliding from his collarbone to the line of his hip, that indent that directed one to explore further... staying along the edge of the hollow, teasing a little with his fingertips, stroking upward until he'd reached the edge of his abs, enjoying each little feathery, shiver-inducing movement. This area of his body was damn sensitive. He flattened his hands over his chest for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his small, hardened nipples against the centers of his palms... brushed them with his callused thumbs as he passed his hands back down over his body to his belt.
Undid his damn pants. They're in the way. Zip zip zip. Shoved lightly down, just enough... he reached down and cupped his balls in his left hand, gently rolled them around in his palm... they were sore from this night-of-frustration business. His third finger stretched out to stroke the skin below them lightly, teasing the prickle of hairs there, sending shivers down the back of his legs. Mm, it felt good just to have any contact on this part of his body, after what he'd been through today. He reached out to the nightstand and grabbed his little bottle of lube, flipping up the cap and squeezing a double line out onto his achingly hard cock with one practiced hand.
Spreading it over his skin, making random patterns, squeezing and twisting - he realized abruptly that if he wanted to spend more than five seconds on this, which quite frankly he thought the occasion deserved, he had best hold back a bit on the more intoxicating, sensuously indulgent sort of motion that he'd begun to fall into out of habit. Spreading and stiffening his fingers, he reached beyond his balls, pressed down just so and brought his hand straight up to the crest of his cock in one long stroke... rubbed both hands together for a second to spread the lube between them, then began a steady, repeating pattern of that long, smooth stroke, alternating hands...
...imagining that he wasn't laying in his own bed at home, but was instead still in that dark room, standing with the larger man pressing close behind him, those long, strong hands reaching low to slide gloriously along his skin, deeply resonant voice in his ear, breath warm on his neck - "Don't stop," Hyde muttered below his breath, to the vision he'd built in his mind. "I can't... you're making me so hot..." and the voice in his mind said lowly, "That's what I wanted... what I planned from the moment I walked into this room and found you here waiting for me... eager, weren't you? Practically begging to do anything I could possibly ask..."
Hyde shuddered, and gasped, "Yes... anything you..." as his hands began to press more firmly, move a little faster, twisting and flicking here and there... "You loved it, didn't you? Loved getting on your knees for me, opening yourself to my cock... taking it as deep as you could, even deeper, letting me choke you with it if I had wanted..." There was something here that it momentarily occured to him he ought to think about later, but right now it was all turning him on far too much to bother with. His fantasy partner was beginning to rumble in his ear about holding him down and making him take that cock that he apparently enjoyed feeling so much, in whichever way that its owner chose - and Hyde was really starting to have some concern for the direction his thoughts were taking, but whether it would be as enjoyable in reality or not, it was incredibly hot to imagine hearing that voice murmur next to his ear... he could almost feel the tall, lithe body with all its heat lying along every plane of his, as his hands picked up pace faster, harder, his legs beginning to shake a little as he fought to keep them straight and angled out a little in the way that would make it build the most intensely...
"Bring a pair of handcuffs, we'll go downtown and I'll lock your hands around a street lamp, facing traffic, all those people passing by in their cars and watching you twist your tongue around the head of my cock..." the imagined voice growing more and more graphic as he grew closer to orgasm, mind filled with visions of him, nameless man in darkness with voice that somehow opened up every kinked impulse in Hyde's brain, whose touch had aroused him beyond any logic, whose mouth... the words Hyde imagined coming from that mouth... were about to...
Hyde groaned desperately, trying to hold off just a little bit longer, his hands moving jerkily now as he began to lose control, hearing... that voice... say his name--- "Haido... I want you to come for me, come all over my hands, harder than you ever have in your life, now--" and he did, oh god he did, colors sparked behind his painfully squeezed-shut eyelids as he shuddered and gasped, his back arching, pelvis rising to meet another that wasn't there, in desperate thrusts... his shoulders burrowed back trustingly into an imagined strong body, while the dark velvet voice in Hyde's mind whispered one last time into his ear, almost purring... "Gooooood, that's the kind of obedience that I like to see from my little slut..." making one last shudder travel from the base of his skull all the way down to echo through his cock.
Little... slut...? he thought to himself spacily as he laid there feeling the slow, final waves of sensation chase through his body. What the... hell...?