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What the Future Holds...	By : LunaValentine Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > S.K.I.N. Views: 1563 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of S.K.I.N. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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‘Do you want lunch?’ Yoshiki asked holding her hand as they walked out of the building and climbed into his car.
Tori shrugged. ‘Surprise me. I’m not picky.’
Yoshiki smiled and starting the car exited the garage.
Yoshiki drove faster then Tori dared, but being he lived in the city for a good part of time he knew his limitations better then she did. The drive was peaceful for the most part. Yoshiki had been listening to something blues when the car had started and didn’t object when Tori switched on the radio, so now it was Rock loud and hard.
Yoshiki drove through town and Tori noticed the houses looked expensive.
She gapped when Yoshiki pulled into one of the driveways.
‘So this is where you live?’ Tori’s jaw dropped as she gazed at the massive house.
Yoshiki only nodded and waited for her reaction.
‘You live here alone?’ Tori asked, her eyes running all over the handsome and simple features of the house.
Yoshiki shrugged, ‘For the most part. Every now and then a band member wants to guest with me instead of being in a hotel room. I don’t mind too much.’
Tori shook her head and stepped out of the car letting him lead her into the house. ‘It must be lonely.’
Yoshiki opened his mouth to reply then closed it. He did get lonely, but it was something he thought he had gotten used to. Seeing her wander around his space, looking at his stuff, made him realize how lonely he really was. She looked like a beacon of light surrounded by the black leather of his furniture.
She looked at him who was still standing in the doorway and smiled. ‘Sorry. I’m naturally nosey.’
‘It’s alright.’ Yoshiki stepped to her and rested a hand on her shoulder. ‘If I didn’t want you to have a glimpse in my life I wouldn’t have brought you here.’
Tori looked around the living room. ‘It’s more American then Japanese.’
Yoshiki shrugged. ‘This is more comfortable to me.’
Tori looked up at Yoshiki and smiled, ‘So are you cooking or will I starve?’
Yoshiki smiled back. ‘How about desert first?’ He asked before lowering his mouth to her consuming her in a kiss.
He lead her backwards, occasionally breaking the kiss to kiss her cheeks, her brow, her jaw, but always returning to her mouth. Like a moth drawn to a light. His hands fumbled at her jacket, it falling to the staircase, as he guided her up the stairs. Her shirt landed somewhere in the hallway and her brassiere in the doorway to his room.
Before she realized it, she was standing topless inside a rather huge bedroom with a bed, which she guessed could roughly fit at least 5 people on it. Smaller than Gackt’s bed, but still massive.
Yoshiki had his arms around her waist, he stood there without a shirt; he had discarded it when she glanced at his bed, and his pants were undone but still quite on.
Rather cheerfully she sat herself down on the foot of his bed. He looked at her a little hesitantly. She smiled coyly, and him and stretched out seductively showing off her curves.
He shook off all doubts as he saw her lay her head down, spreading herself before him. He then climbed onto the bed, before crawling on top of her. This was a first in a long time for him, normally the girls were only there cause he paid them to or because he was Yoshiki Hayashi. Okay, so maybe it was possible that Tori was just another one of those who were here just because he was Yoshiki Hayashi, but after she had tossed her drink in his face because he was Yoshiki Hayashi he doubted it. Yoshiki didn’t really care either way. He had never cared for any of the other girls. This one he cared for, despite the little time he’s known her.
His hands traced her first as he climbed on top. Over her silky smooth legs, up her thighs, spanned briefly her hips, across her stomach, traced the outline of her breast, and fluttered to rest at her shoulders. She smiled at him, and he smiled down at her. Never had he thought he’d find somebody truly caring of him.
He lowered his head and she felt him trace his lips along her throat, lightly biting on her every once a while. His mouth moved down the path his hands followed up. He made his way down to her collarbone, then down her chest, before finally his mouth landed just atop her left nipple. Softly he bit down one already hard nipple, whilst he made one of his free hands fondle with her other nipple, causing her to let out a suppressed moan.
‘Don’t… hold back…’ Yoshiki said. He wanted to hear her appreciate him.
He let his other hand roam the rest of her body, down her thigh before slipping between them, to reach its destination – her already dripping hot spot. He started with one finger, exploring her insides, making her moan his name.
‘Yo… shi… ki…’
‘Mmm…’ He breathed in her scent as he let another finger roam inside her, bending them slightly to let her feel him, she was so ready for what’s to come.
Her hands roamed his back and he heard her moan before she tugged on his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers. ‘You shouldn’t have all the fun.’ She said to him and rolled them over so she was on top. Her long tresses of hair curtained her body obscuring his view.
‘Tori,’ Yoshiki began, but it died off as she ran her mouth across his jaw, and nipped gently on his ear. He rested his hands on the bed figuring she would get tired of playing with him as most others did.
‘Did you know,’ Tori began, pulling her hair back and knotting it carelessly, then trailed her hands up Yoshiki’s quivering stomach, ‘Men, are just as sensitive as women if touched right?’ Her fingers played gently with his nipples and then pinched carefully, suddenly.
Yoshiki gasped and his body involuntarily shuddered. Tori raised a brow. Yoshiki couldn’t see it from where she was nibbling on his ear, but he could hear it in her tone. ‘You seem to be exceptionally sensitive it seems.’ She moved away from his ear and down his neck. Her tongue played briefly in the hollow of his collarbone then traveled down to play with his nipples.
Yoshiki seemed to choke when she bite down gently and rolled the nub of his nipple between her teeth. She chuckled against his chest before lavishing the same attention on the other nipple. He was quivering and moaning when she moved lower down his stomach and tongue fucked his belly button.
‘Tori,’ Yoshiki groaned. ‘You’re playing with me.’
‘Every good instruments deserve to be played.’ Tori murmured against his stomach, before running her tongue along the edges of his pants. She could feel his erection, and she knew with as tight as he wore his pants it was bound to be uncomfortable. It sounded like he whimpered when she ever so slowly kissed just where his pants were unbuttoned.
‘Tori…’ Yoshiki moved his hands from the bed and rested one hand in her hair unknotting it. The other hand rested on her shoulder.
‘You, I think, deserve to be played with.’ Tori smiled mischievously, and unzipped his pants with her mouth. She clucked her tongue and chuckled. ‘No underwear Yo-Chan?’
He frowned at her a moment and thrusted his hips a little. ‘I….’
‘Don’t worry. I don’t need an explanation.’ She chuckled and blew air softly over his exposed erection. Didn’t touch it, just simply blew air over the quivering flesh.
Yoshiki groaned and his hand tightened in her hair. ‘You tease,’ He ground out of clenched teeth.
She smiled and licked just the tip every so lightly. ‘I like to play.’ She laughed a little. ‘Very much so.’
‘I see…’ His sentence ended on a moan when she suddenly took him entirely into his mouth without warning. His body arched against her mouth, and surprisingly she didn’t gag or pull back but let him fuck her mouth briefly. She pulled away much too soon in Yoshiki’s opinion, to pull down his pants so he was completely nude.
‘You’re wearing too much.’ Yoshiki said to her. She was after all still wearing her business slacks and surprisingly her heels.
She smiled playfully and reached for the clasp of her pants. She waited a moment, made sure he was watching before torturously slowly opening the pants and letting them fall to the floor.
Yoshiki was stunned. The woman was wearing a white g-string a lace garter and some sexy stockings under her pants. ‘If I had known what you were wearing,’ He began and stuttered a moment when she only removed the g-string. ‘We would have never made it out of the office.’
Tori smiled wickedly. ‘Office hours are over.’ She climbed back on top of him and without preamble sat on his erection pulling him inside fully and deeply.
Yoshiki gasped surprised even as she moved and began to ride him. He ran his left hand up her body to cup her breast and squeezed gently. She murmured in pleasure. He used his other hand as an anchor on her hip to drive into her even as she was riding him.
She cried out when she orgasmed and her body shuddered but she never stopped her drive to Yoshiki’s finish.
He watched her go over and was stunned with her openness and beauty. He felt a single tear slide down his cheek as he orgasmed moments later.
She leaned down and kissed him softly as his body quaked in the aftermath. She waited patiently for him to stop shaking.
He ran a hand over her hair and smiled. She smiled back. ‘So,’ a pause and a tilt of her head. ‘What’s for lunch?’
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