Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Midnight Butterfly	By : Skwishee Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 6674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Dir en grey. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Edited by Tech Department February 12, 2007 for database corruption related errors.

*AUTHOR'S NOTE: THANKS so much to those who have reviewed!!!! I appreciate it very much and I know I've taken awhile with this chapter, but I wanted it to be right since I am very picky about my lemons. Yes, you get a lemon. I told you, you would. Please review, etc... (incidentally for those of you who don't know, the "Pillow Book" is an independent film starring Ewan McGreggor NAKED TOTALLY and Vivian Wu and is very very good. Strange but good. At least I think so.)

8:27 pm

The buzz of the florescent lights was starting to annoy me as I calmly passed the shelves of stocked videos trying to locate one worthy of my time. I could still see Toshiya standing a few aisles away, browsing through the new releases, one DVD already chosen and in hand as his eyes followed the titles, deep in thought. I couldn't help but stare at the case, my eyes too bad to see the small print on the side. I should have my prescription tested again. But I've had my fill of doctors and the like for the moment. Could you blame me?

In any case I was looking forward to a lazy night on the couch, and was fairly grateful for the company Toshiya provided. Though I wasn't so sure I wanted to be alone with him just now. Just the same, I wouldn't turn down a relaxing evening with any one of my band mates. They were great company. Toshiya especially, now that I think on it. He was so easily excited by things, he'd get to laughing in that strange squawk of his and I couldn't help but laugh right along.

My feet had drug me past the aisle I'd been wandering in, and only two feet or less from my friend. He turned and smiled, "Find anything?" he asked.

I sneered "Hai. And what's...that." I said flatly, pointing at the case curled in his long fingers. His lips twisted into a sneaky smile, he looked like the fucking Cheshire cat.

"'The Pillow Book'." he said. I groaned. Oh great. I remember him talking about that one. A bunch of fucking naked people, no plot, and a lesson in calligraphy. And I was sure that he'd force me to watch it. At least there was that hot ass actress in it....naked I'd imagine. I guess I could deal with no plot for the promise of breasts ne?

"Tired of Kaoru being the only naked man you get to see?" He didn't like that question, but after a quick retort he had practically forgot I'd said anything. Typical. "Fuck you..." it came out nonchalantly, not angry. He paused.

"What'd you get?" I held up the case in my hand. Toshiya frowned. "Return of the living dead? You can't be serious! Fucking zombies!!?? You're gonna try and scare me aren't you?"

I smirked almost triumphantly. I did love scaring him. "They're not scary. Besides, I have to sit through that." I said pointing at his case with a glare. "And, believe me, the last thing I really wanted to see tonight is Ewan McGregor's little soldier."

He rolled his eyes. "Fair enough, I guess. But if I get scared and can't play tomorrow I'm blaming you."

I laughed. "You'd blame me anyway."

**************

The over-sized flannel of the sweatpants barely hugged along the waist where they rested against Kyo's slender hips, the fabric wrapping almost like it was made of air against his form, making his adorable bottom seem that much more delicious.

And the curved muscle of his chest stressed underneath the plain white cotton of his tank top, every perfectly defined curve beautifully on display, the shirt's edge too short, frayed, showing just the slightest hint of the soft milky skin of Kyo's flat belly.

Toshiya would've gasped if his breath had been accessible. He curled closer into the corner of the couch, bringing his pajama clad legs up to his chest and silencing himself by biting his bottom lip. It really was amazing how beautiful Kyo could be sans makeup and practically wearing old rags, but he was, to Toshiya, the most incredibly gorgeous creature on earth in those few moments.

The vocalist arched back, stretching his arms skyward lazily, managing to flash even more of that fucking unbelievable tummy as his shirt rose up of its own will. He smiled, readjusting it and sat down next to Toshiya, fumbling with the remote on the table as Toshiya attempted to keep from hyperventilating.

A button pressed and the movie started, Kyo frowned, since he hadn't called first dibs on the DVD player, Toshiya had already snuck in his choice. It was no use arguing… better to get it over with quickly anyway. He shrugged and seized his ramen from the table, leaning back into a more comfortable position.

Toshiya watched as the noodles disappeared into that sweet mouth, juice trailing down his chin as he struggled with a mouthful, the liquid running down to his chest. He coughed and forced himself to turn his attention back to the movie. This was gonna be a long night.

***********

"I just can't get this....why are you making me watch it?" Kyo groaned sardonically. Toshiya growled.

"I'm not explaining this again. It's an art film, it's supposed to be weird." Toshiya fidgeted, trying to make himself more comfortable. Kyo had stretched out sometime during the course of the movie, Toshiya had barely noticed, and was leaning with his back to Toshiya's chest, feet propped up on a cushion near the opposite end of the couch and throwing out the most adorable confused expression.

"Sorry, but I just don't get it. Can't we just turn this off and watch my movie?"

Toshiya laughed. "No! I'm watching this. Just sit here and be quiet!"

Kyo huffed and looked back at the screen. After a moment: "But my movie's easier to understand..."

"Of course it is!" said Toshiya. "What could be simpler than mindless violence?"

Kyo smirked and moved to get the remote. "Glad you see it my way."

Toshiya smacked him away. "Kyo! I'm serious. This is half, over just let me watch it in peace then you can sit here and watch your bloody shit all you want."

Kyo pouted and leaned back down. Toshiya pushed him up. "Move. I wanna switch places."

Kyo just looked at him. "I wanna lay down." said the Bassist again. The vocalist sighed irritably but allowed them to switch before settling back down against a couch pillow, Toshiya laying almost in his lap.

No less than ten minutes passed before Kyo was bored again. "Why does everyone have to get naked to be drawn on, doesn't that seem weird to you?"

"Kyo.." Toshiya warned.

"FINE."
......

.........

........

"It just seems weird to me."

Toshiya sighed. "It's not weird, it's erotic. Now be quiet."

"It's not erotic, It's ridiculous. They just wanted a movie full of naked people." Kyo scoffed.

"It is too erotic." Kyo laughed at the remark. He always found it hilarious when Toshiya got defensive.

"Is not."

"It is too, it feels really cool. Here..." he leaned over and pushed aside various objects on the coffee table, finding a sharpie marker. Kyo extended his arm. "You're just gonna draw happy faces on me...and then I'll have to take another goddamned shower."

"I am not." said Toshiya. "And anyway, I'm not drawing on your arm. It's not erotic if you just draw on someone..." Kyo knit his eyebrows together, wonder what he'd gotten himself in to. He felt Toshiya readjust his sitting position and turned Kyo around, brushing aside the blonde hair on the back of his neck, holding the small pieces back with his hand and smiling when they escaped his fingers and fell back into place. He brought the tip of the sharpie to his mouth and pulled off the cap with his teeth.

"Now close your eyes and concentrate on this..." Kyo did as he was asked, inhaling just as he felt the cool, not quite wet tip of the marker press to his skin, the shivery feeling climbing as Toshiya slowly dragged the marker across the skin into a kanji, pushing the back of his shirt down a little Toshiya continued down Kyo's spine, again pressing the cool moisture to his flesh. It -was-erotic. Very erotic. And Kyo felt his body heat start to pool in his stomach, feeling his new arousal twitch in his pants.

'Not now, damn you. Just be good and leave me alone you needy little thing.' Kyo thought. Toshiya sat back and smiled. "See, that was sexy wasn't it?"

Kyo nodded. I guess."

"Fine then, lift up your shirt."

Kyo huffed, but did as Toshiya wanted.

Once again the cool tip of the sharpie was pressed to his skin, this time on his chest, circling around a rosy little nipple. "This works better with ink and a brush, I'd imagine. It'd feel better."

As the feel of the little nub of the marker was enough to have caused quite a throbbing hard-on he absentmindedly found himself wondering if Toshiya was right about the ink...

When Toshiya had drawn several large kanji on him he capped the marker, smirking. "I told you." he said sweetly. "It's sexy."

"Hn." said Kyo. Brushing it off and leaning back against the arm of the couch. Toshiya looked at him, defeated. "So, that didn't feel sexy to you?"

Kyo shifted, making sure the growing bulge in his pants was cleverly hidden. "It tickled." he said. 'WHATEVER.' Toshiya knew he had liked it, he heard the little near pants he had made. So fucking stubborn he cursed mentally. Kyo probably was enjoying the movie as well, he thought, but leave it to him to say otherwise. Toshiya threw the pen across the room and flopped back down against the vocalist. But then... no, that couldn't be what I think it is... oh my god... he's fucking hard!

Toshiya felt the substantial bulge press hotly against his lower back. For a moment he kept his eyes on the TV, wondering if he felt it at all, or if it could have been something else entirely. But when Kyo shifted his position, he pressed back curiously and heard a soft grunt escape Kyo's mouth as his muscles tensed. Toshiya smiled. Oh this was too sweet. Delighted, Toshiya kept his eyes fixed casually on the screen as if he never noticed it all, feeling Kyo relax as he did so. Likewise, Kyo felt a stitch of relief flood through him when he noticed Toshiya watching the movie intently, sure that he hadn't realized that he had just wriggled up against Kyo's straining arousal. Or that Kyo even had one to begin with. He was sure it would have created a very uncomfortable scene, one that he didn't particularly want to experience.

Sure it was one thing to realize he cared for him, another man, a friend, another to realize he did in fact spark some sort of sexual desire within him—as both of these actualizations were sentient and more or less easy enough to swallow— but to go so far as to actually act on these desires, to give in and admit to a level of homosexuality.....he wasn't sure if he could. Maybe if he were as comfortable with it as his band mates were. And he was to a certain extent, enough to kiss and tell, but he didn't think of his band mates as 'guys' really, he didn't really think of them as anything....no genders, who cared, he thought of them as his band and that was it. His band, his friends, his lifeline.

But feeling Toshiya's body laying like it was between his legs and against his chest.....he wasn't so sure if he could deny that part of himself. The movie wasn't helping either, with sexual implications laced throughout and the sheer sight of it's players in various stages of undress. It was an accelerant if anything and he was painfully hard as a result.

After a few minutes of pretending his attention was on the movie Toshiya smiled to himself and sat up, deliberately leaning his backside against Kyo in the process and settled himself into comfort. Kyo felt his cock swell as though it was purposely seeking the heat of Toshiya's body all on its own and he fidgeted in his seat trying, in vain, to get a bit more comfortable. Toshiya didn't want him comfortable though. He wanted him to be hard and sensitive, he liked the feel of it, he liked to think of it, and to be painfully aware of it. It was a sort of secret delectation. He pushed back suddenly, squirming his ass directly against the hot core of the cotton pants behind him, feeling the rigid length press into him discreetly and hearing the not so discreet groan stifled through a bitten lip behind him.

Kyo's voice was so gruff, all the cigarettes that passed through those beautiful full lips were the cause. Whatever it was, Toshiya loved it, the tone of it, the deepness, the way it could steal out of his mouth making every little sound he made sound incredibly sexual. And moreover, frustrated. Toshiya wiggled again, this time a little more subtle and he almost moaned himself. Oh he knew Kyo was embarrassed, paranoid, nervous that Toshiya was aware of the 'problem' and scared to death of his reaction if he was. But Toshiya liked that. It was all he could think about. How the vocalist would react if he touched it, or if he shoved his still clothed ass down on it in perfect mimicry, as if he was trying to draw it into himself through the fabric. God that excited him.

And he knew Kyo was -big-, that excited him even more. Had he doubted it before, he was reminded of that now and it made his groin twitch thinking of it, feeling it. He could see Kyo out of the corner of his eye, trying to focus on the television, trying but failing, eyes darting down and back to the TV like he was worried something was going to burst through it and eat him. Eat him...that was a good idea, Toshiya thought. He'd love to have that monster shoved down his throat. He'd thought about that for a long time, dreamt about it, wondered how it would taste. Like the broth at the bottom of oriental ramen... he thought dreamily, like beef and spice... and he wondered why he thought so. It just seemed to him the right sort of flavor.

He wondered what would happen if he leaned back just now, if he pushed his hand behind him and grabbed it, traced it with his fingers...pumped it through his pants while they finished watching the movie...

Before he could finish the thought Kyo pushed him up, anxiously he noted, and made his excuse. "I need to piss...don't bother about pausing it, I really don't care..." Toshiya did his best to look normal, waving it off as though he didn't care. And as soon as Kyo was up he leaned back down on his elbow and stared at the TV as if Kyo was inconsequential. He didn't look mad or even uncomfortable, Kyo noticed, and was relatively glad for it.

A few jumbled steps led him straight into the bathroom and he closed the door with a sigh. His cock hurt and he slid a hand down to rub it through the thick cotton of his pants. That was something he always loved to do. He wasn't shy about touching himself, that was for sure, there was something so surreal about feeling your hard shaft underneath your hand, locked snugly against you by a sheet of constraining fabric. Something almost attractive, deified. If that was the right word for it. He walked over to the sink, flipping it on coolly and feeling the cold water hit his skin before he brought it to his face, breathing it in as if it was air. He sputtered a moment and looked into the mirror. He looked aroused. Lips parted, eyes glassy and out of focus.
He couldn't think of what to do, besides shoving his hand straight down the elastic waistband and stroking himself to completion, to soothe the ache. Which is exactly what he did. He skirted his hand against the stiff but silky skin like it was made of fine breakable crystal. He did this a few times before he stopped and looked back at his reflection. He couldn't do this. Not while Toshiya was out there, it wasn't right. He let out a pitiable little whimper before he took his hand back, took a deep breath and he walked straight out the door.

Toshiya was still laying on the couch, biting his nails as though he were bored, but still he watched the film with moderate interest. Kyo cursed mentally but he didn't sit back down, instead he opted to lay down on the floor in front of the couch so the sort of tenting his pants made wouldn't be obvious and he rested his head in his hands.

Within ten minutes the movie was over and Toshiya turned it off, stretching himself along the couch. "Well, that's over. I bet you're happy." he announced snidely.

"Hmm" was Kyo's response.

Toshiya glared at him sneakily, watching him breathe. "Now you can watch your movie." he said, throwing the remote in the floor and purposely further than Kyo could reach. He wanted to watch him squirm on his belly. Kyo eyed it a little spitefully and was about to push himself up to get it but Toshiya decided he had a better idea. He crawled over to the blonde and sat on him, right on his back, forcing him back to the ground.

"TOTCHI!" yelled the blonde, feeling his body being pressed firm against the floor. "What gives?!"

"I don't think I really want you to get that remote..." he murmured. "I really don't want to be scared tonight. And I know you're going to scare me, seeing as how you've seen it a million times."

Kyo huffed, as his breath wasn't all that employable seeing that his lungs were being effectively compressed against the not so giving gray carpet.

"I don't care!" he wailed. "Get off me!"

Toshiya smiled, and bounced playfully on Kyo's back, pushing him down. "Nope. I like it here. Deal."

Kyo wanted to buck him off but he didn't dare move as he knew the motion would serve to excite him further, so he lay perfectly still, wheezing dramatically, hoping it would effectively deter the heavy bassist. After a few more moments Toshiya decided that he was tired of this game and with a very cautious breath he resolved to show Kyo what he wanted, knowing damn well he was going too far, but he figured Kyo was so excited himself he'd hardly be in a position to argue.

In light of this new plan Toshiya ceased his irritating bounces and settled for rocking back and forth, which only served in grinding Kyo's engorged erection against the carpet with massive pressure. Kyo couldn't stop himself and let out a slow moan. He'd been aching for contact and this was so good...but when he heard himself moan he stopped shakily with wide eyes. Toshiya had definitely heard that and indeed he chuckled to himself and stopped rocking.

"Kyo! Are you turned on!?" he gasped.

"BAKA!" Kyo yelled. "Get off me."

Toshiya snarled and rocked especially hard this time and Kyo whimpered against the carpet, embarrassed. "You are. Don't lie to me."

Kyo hid his face in the carpet. "Just get off me Toshiya. You just made me watch a movie full of kinks, I am only human...I'll just go to my room and watch my movie. You don't even have to see it."

"What? So you can jerk off in private while I'm stuck out here with no one to talk to uh-uh. You're not going anywhere." He pushed down again, this time harder and Kyo gasped. "I think I like you right where you are." Feeling bold, Toshiya snaked his hand down behind him to feather lightly against Kyo's ass, and concurrently between his legs. Kyo froze. "T-Totchi...what the fuck are you doing!?"

"What does it feel like?" he squeezed his balls through the pajama pants. Kyo yelped. "We...can't do this Totch."

"Why not?"

Kyo didn't answer.

"If you can't give me a reason I'm not going to stop." he said, rocking him against the carpet again, this time Kyo felt Toshiya's member twitch against his back. Kyo couldn't think, he'd been aroused for a very long time, and he could barely stand it anymore. Besides that, it had been such a long time since he had sex he was practically on the edge just thinking about it.

"Give me a reason Kyo, make me stop, otherwise I'm going to pull myself out right now and beat off. I can't stand it." Kyo couldn't believe what he was hearing. Toshiya, TOTCHI, who was usually so reserved and respectful was pinning him to the ground, ready and willing to masturbate not only in front of him, but ON him as well. And the audacity of it was that Kyo wanted him to.

The bassist waited, giving Kyo ample time to protest. When he didn't Toshiya smirked, "I warned you." he said and untied the drawstring to his pants with shaky hands, letting his swollen cock spring free and land against the trapped vocalist's back. He sighed happily at the sensation and pushed up Kyo's shirt so the smaller one could feel him against his bare skin. Kyo just lay there in a daze, not believing any of this was happening. But he could feel the bassist length dripping warmly against his skin, and he couldn't deny that if this was a dream, it was a very very real dream. The most vivid he'd ever had. Toshiya seemed content to rub his cock against Kyo's back for a few moments before he brought his hand down to stroke himself, watching as the glistening head expelled it's juices onto Kyo. Kyo found himself moaning quietly, trying to hide his face as he felt the slow but rhythmic movements Toshiya made as well as the little liquid drops sliding down his side like raindrops on a windshield.

"Toshiya..." he whined.

"Hush." said the bassist, stroking himself a little faster, but not enough to satisfy. Having no choice but to stay still and listen to the symphony of little deep moans, Kyo gave in and relaxed against the floor. His back was hurting anyway the way he was pushing away and he didn't want to admit it but he loved being used like this. Toshiya scooted up Kyo's torso, pressing his length down on Kyo's back and placing a hand firmly on top of it, wanting Kyo to feel as he fucked the little slot it made. Watching closely as the glistening shaft rubbed back and forth against Kyo's flawless skin, leaving wet little trails down his back. God he could do this all day, though he never once thought he'd ever be here...masturbating on his best friend's back like this...it was almost crude, obscene, disgustingly filthy.

He continued pushing himself against Kyo's back, pressing down hard enough to make a tight passage for him to move in, and he was pressing down so hard it was almost uncomfortable, but he paid that little real attention. When Kyo moaned it sent a vibration straight through his skin and directly into Toshiya's groin. Toshiya groaned loudly. "Do you like this Kyo?" he asked, feeling brazen and a little bit dirty.

"Do you like this....ahhhh" Kyo didn't know what he should do, so he moaned out, not really confirming nor denying a thing. But Toshiya knew that he was loving it. Toshiya felt himself careening toward the edge and it took all he had to stop himself. As much as he wanted to cum all over Kyo's muscled back he wanted to be make it last. He heard Kyo heave underneath him.

"I gave you a chance. And I know you're enjoying this as much as I am...well....not yet." He said thoughtfully and stopped his hand, climbing off of Kyo and turning him around. He couldn't help but glance down as he did and saw that his member was seeping through the fabric a little. Without missing a beat he grabbed at it firmly. It was hard as a rock, Toshiya was impressed he had held out this long as it was obvious it ached more than he could bear, and Kyo let out a pained whimper. "If you must molest me, could you just get on with it?"

"Oh no you don't. I'm going to have my fun, it's the least I should get after waiting so long for a chance like this." He squeezed Kyo hard and pumped him. Kyo arched up.

"Then at least take off my pants!"

"When I'm good and ready." answered Toshiya. "God, you're so impatient."

He was a fucking tease and if he wasn't causing such a wonderful pleasure Kyo would've bit him... hard, hard enough to bleed. That bastard.

Toshiya released Kyo and slid up his chest, his dick bobbing above Kyo's parted lips. As vulnerable as this made him feel Kyo couldn't help but want Toshiya to push it straight down his throat and fuck him with it. But he didn't. With baited breath Kyo watched as he began to stroke himself again, this time right over Kyo's open mouth, but just out of his reach.

"God I hate you!"

Toshiya laughed. "You're straight Kyo. Why would you want to suck me off?" he teased. "Surely you would be absolutely disgusted if I were to shove this right down your throat...." he pushed his cock down just enough to graze Kyo's lips. "I wouldn't do that to you. You'd hate me."

Kyo felt like crying, his body about to explode violently, painfully...no excruciatingly and here Toshiya was cracking jokes....the slut. God Kyo loved him. He seemed to know just the right moves to play, just what turned him on. Could have just been a culmination of all the juicy info he'd inadvertently gotten from his old girlfriends. He certainly was sneaky enough for it. Whatever reticence had been there containing this side of him, it was gone now, slipping away like water from a sieve. He didn't care WHAT he was at the moment, gay -straight- bi, it didn't matter. He couldn't have cared less, he wanted Toshiya in his mouth.

"Just stick the fucking thing in my mouth, Toshiya! Quit being such a cock-tease!"

Which was, of course, all the encouragement he needed and at once Toshiya's cock was kissing Kyo's tonsils and Kyo had clamped down and began to nurse it with all he had, creating suction that could have rivaled a black hole. Toshiya hissed, but realized he'd lost control and grabbed Kyo's head and drove himself all on his own, fucking his mouth roughly, his abused lover letting loose his voice. Quickly Toshiya released him and pulled back, and before Kyo could whine his own cock was assaulted by a very wet mouth, the moisture seeping through the garment to the sensitive skin underneath. Toshiya mouthed him this way for a little while, pumping him at the same time.

Suddenly he stopped and Kyo's pants were ripped away from him and he was instantly inside the other's mouth, humping his hips upward. Toshiya choked on his length, it was way too big to deep-throat, so he brought his hand up to help, stroking the base and alternately the swell below. Once he was sufficiently satisfied he sat up, leaving Kyo entirely and, standing, walked calmly into the other room. Kyo lay stunned.

"OI!" he yelled out.

No answer.

"OI! Get your ass back in here and finish me off!"

Again, no answer.

"Do you think I like laying here BLEEDING internally! It fucking hurts Toshiya."

Realizing then that Toshiya had entered the room again, he let his eyes closed and released a frustrated sigh and he felt the bassist's hands on him again......but....there was something else....

Kyo opened his eyes and blanched.

"OH FUCK NO!" he shouted. "GEt that off me Totchi. I swear to god...."

Toshiya smiled as he fastened the cockstrap firmly around his new toy. Saying nothing.

Kyo kicked him strongly, enough to hurt. "Take it off."

No answer.

"Get. It. Off."

Toshiya shrugged and started to pump him again. "I---meant the strap....Totch....ahhhhhh"

Toshiya stopped. "Oh....the strap stays." he stated with the tone a lawyer might have used while explaining legal terms to his clients. "I want you to remember this. I am going to make SURE you remember me."

Without another word he turned Kyo over to his knees and he felt something sneak between the cleft of his ass. He stammered, discomfort suddenly forgotten and fear sneaking up. "Uh...you do know what you're doing right? I've never..."

"I know exactly what I'm doing." was all Toshiya said before he uncapped the bottle of lube he brought from the bedroom and poured it all along the little opening, massaging his fingers on it and letting them dip in every once in awhile to make sure he was pushing the gel inside. The feeling was strange, but once his fingers slipped past the initial ring of angry muscle it had felt incredible, something he couldn't quite touch upon to describe. Toshiya went about this awhile, pushing his fingers in and out of Kyo, watching as the gel oozed out from him liberally but with as much lubrication as he used he was sure Kyo wouldn't feel any sort of pain.

"Hara!" yelled the blonde. "Quit fucking around back there...ugh...just...fuck me."

"What, you don't like this?" Toshiya asked coyly.

Kyo pushed back onto the fingers as Toshiya pushed them in. "Shit!" he panted. "Just, I want something bigger."

The taller man laughed. "You don't sound very straight to me." he noted.

"I don't care Totchi! Fine, you know what, I'm not, I'm not, just....if you don't stick that fat ass cock of yours in my ass right now I'm going to turn around and I'm going to claw your fucking eyes out!" he sounded mad. But the bassist knew he wasn't. "You started this, you finish it!"

Just as Kyo was about to scream at him again he felt the hot tip of his arousal press into him and push forward slowly. He moaned low in his throat, it felt three times it's size and he felt it filling him entirely. It made his whole body feel swollen, stretched, and he loved it. A dog, that's what he felt like. A god damned dog, on his knees, being cored, a massive erection pounding into his tight hole. And it was pounding now, most assuredly it was. Toshiya was pushing into him as though the faster he went it would keep him alive. Grunting against each thrust, Kyo slammed back against the invasion, loving the helplessness of it all, the thoroughness, the roughness, but it didn't hurt. He was far too slick, far too stretched, and he wondered how Toshiya had fit inside him at all, as large as he had felt.

Toshiya reached around and grabbed the vocalists length, pressing it against his tightly muscled, perfect belly enough that the pressure was maddening and he held it there, not moving on it, simply holding it, pressing it, squeezing it, pushing it against him. A throttled cry announced Toshiya's orgasm and Kyo's eyes shut tight as he felt the hot liquid rush his insides, he swore he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. Collapsing on top of him, Toshiya licked and kissed the smooth expanse of his back. "Nnnnghhhhh...you feel incredible." He shifted inside Kyo, still far too aroused to have lost all of his erection, though Kyo could feel it had lessened.

Kyo panted, "Are you going to do that again?" he asked.

"What time is it?"

"Eleven twenty one."

Toshiya nodded, though Kyo couldn't see him. "The guys won't be back for awhile." he smiled. "And I don't want to release you yet. You're ok with that right? I want to play, but I don't want you to hate me..."

"I'm not going to hate you Totchi... do as you like. But...can you do that again...?"

Toshiya laughed. "Do...what exactly?"

Kyo grunted and shoved back onto his cock. "But..."

"Yes?"

"Don't you dare tell anyone..."

Toshiya laughed.

TBC

ANOTHER AUTHOR"S NOTE:
* Um, I know it leaves off weird...I was thinking I might continue this sex scene or just leave it at that and move on, since it leaves room for alot more, what do you guys think I should do....*
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Midnight Butterfly