Vocal Lessons
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J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,183
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Vocal Lessons
I wrote a small fanfic about Kyo and Kiyoharu. Because Kyo makes a cute fanboy! XD
Summary: The year is 1996, and Kyo is getting secret vocal lessons from Kiyoharu from Kuroyume... NC-17 dudes...
The story is set before Kyo joined La:Sadies and Dir en grey, so he still plays guitar (he used to actually be a guitarist) and is still one of Kuroyume's roadies.
WARNING- I don't own the characters in the story, just my imagination.
STORY~
Young roadie Nishimura Tooru, was strumming his guitar gently, not noticing his idol watching him from the crack of door of his dressing room. The younger man looked so focused and in the zone that Kiyoharu didn't want to disturb him. Tooru was noodling more, unknowingly impressing the vocalist of Kuroyume. The younger boy then put his guitar away and just looked up at the ceiling. The bright lights reflecting on his blonde hair and flawless skin.
"Very impressive Tooru-kun," Kiyoharu said. The shorter man whipped his head to see it was really his idol, complimenting him.
"... Thank you Kiyoharu-san," Nishimura blushed. Kiyoharu smiled.
"But I think I know your real passion," the elder man said, and held a mic in his hands. Tooru blushed.
"Even if I wanted to, I can't. I'm terrible at singing. And it's too late for voice lessons-
"No it's not. You are a good singer. All you need is confidence. I could help you if you want," Kiyoharu interrupted. Tooru gasped. He would?!
"No! I couldn't make you-
"You aren't making me, I want to help you Tooru-kun," Kiyoharu reassured. Kiyoharu then grabbed the younger man's hand and led him inside the dressing room, making sure the door was closed and locked behind them.
"I want you to sit on the chair that's in front of that full body mirror," his idol ordered. Being the obedient fanboy, Tooru did as he was told (CUTE! XD!). Though, the smaller male felt uncomfortable looking at himself in the mirror. He wasn't handsome like Kiyoharu and other men, and he wasn't as sexually appealing or beautiful either. In fact, he considered himself ugly. He started feeling even more uncomfortable and bowed his head forward a little in shame.
"Don't do that! Look at yourself in the mirror. The vocalist is the one that grabs the attention. He is the one that everyone's eyes follow," Kiyoharu explained. But Tooru still had his head down and shook his head in defiance.
"But, I'm-
"Do it," he ordered this time. Tooru did look at himself in the mirror this time, though he still felt bad about himself.
"Take off your clothes," the older man commanded.
"WHAT?!" Tooru yelled. Kiyoharu frowned.
"You are the sex appeal of the band. The vocalist is the one with the energy. The presence," Kiyoharu said. Tooru sucked in his breath, and quickly removed his clothes in lightning speed. First the shirt, next the shoes and socks, and then his pants and briefs.
"Why are you so nervous Tooru-kun?" Kiyoharu asked, now sitting on the chair. He wrapped his arms around Tooru's waist, and pulled him to sit on his lap, his legs spread so that the mirror showed his limp member. Tooru blushed and then he used his hands to cover up his penis.
"I'm not good looking like you Kiyoharu-san, I can't do this!" Tooru yelled, almost about to cry. Kiyoharu shushed him, and hugged him gently. Tooru felt so weak, crying in front of his idol, which was making him cry even more.
"You are beauty in my eyes. Beauty has many forms Tooru-kun. You just have to know what kind of beauty you have. You personify the dark sin that we can't admit to during the light of day. You are beautiful because you are broken, not because of perfection. You bring out the sadist desires that are deep in us all. This is the vocalist in you Tooru. Name him," Kiyoharu said, making Tooru look in the mirror again. He softly moved Tooru's hands away from his member, and started stroking him lightly. Kiyoharu's own actions made him aroused.
"K-Kyo... his name is Kyo..." Tooru groaned out. His hands scratched at his chest, making himself bleed. The pain this new him felt, felt so good... so intoxicating... this was the secret him that he held back. This is the vocalist in him. "Yes..." Tooru writhed against Kiyoharu's touch and his own, making even Kiyoharu gasp.
"That's it. Pull my soul in," and bit down on Tooru's- no, Kyo's neck, making the sexy man scream. His hands lifted Kyo up, and unzipped his own pants where his erection thrusted against Kyo's balls. Kyo moaned, moving his hips against the hard on, making the older man gasp. The older man held onto Kyo tighter, moving his hips in sync with his thrusts.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?!" Kyo yelled, rubbing harder against the other's heated skin. Kiyoharu moaned. "Oh yeah, you do, don't you?" Kyo said, and held the other man's erection and thrust it into his tight hole.
"OH TOORU!" Kiyoharu yelled as the other being thrust up and down onto his erection, using him to fuck himself.
"Know this Kiyoharu, I don't need you to get pleasure. I could leave you and pleasure myself, and tie you to this chair and let the people come in the morning to find you!" Kyo said in between gasps, thrusting faster onto Kiyoharu's thick length, moaning as the pleasure ran up and down his entire body. The control... the pain... this was what a vocalist was. A person who screamed out their desires, no matter how sinful they were and just doing it.
Kiyoharu then got up from the chair with Kyo still thrusting up and down on him, but the other man was holding him by his bent knees. He held the lighter man, and moved his fat cock faster, tearing the tight hole and making Kyo writhe and beg.
"You are thinking like a vocalist... good... but you still have a ways to go Kyo..." Kiyoharu panted, and thrusted harder into his tight channel, making Kyo scream.
"OH... Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Kyo moaned, grasping his hard dick tightly and roughly jerked himself to Kiyoharu's thrusts. "Uh-Oh Kiyoharu!" Kyo screamed, and came into his own hand. Kiyoharu kept thrusting into his spent body, almost over the edge.
The coil in Kiyoharu's stomach though, couldn't take it anymore...
"Oh Kyo!" Kiyoharu groaned into his ear, spilling his essence into him. Kyo groaned, the liquid exploding into his body felt so good...
"Tooru-kun, you did well. You are a good vocalist, but all you needed was confidence. Remember that," Kiyoharu then paused to breathe, the sex was still affecting him, "But you still have a ways to go,"...
STORY OVER~
XD Well, it's done. I know it sucked, but that's why we review and help the new person.
Summary: The year is 1996, and Kyo is getting secret vocal lessons from Kiyoharu from Kuroyume... NC-17 dudes...
The story is set before Kyo joined La:Sadies and Dir en grey, so he still plays guitar (he used to actually be a guitarist) and is still one of Kuroyume's roadies.
WARNING- I don't own the characters in the story, just my imagination.
STORY~
Young roadie Nishimura Tooru, was strumming his guitar gently, not noticing his idol watching him from the crack of door of his dressing room. The younger man looked so focused and in the zone that Kiyoharu didn't want to disturb him. Tooru was noodling more, unknowingly impressing the vocalist of Kuroyume. The younger boy then put his guitar away and just looked up at the ceiling. The bright lights reflecting on his blonde hair and flawless skin.
"Very impressive Tooru-kun," Kiyoharu said. The shorter man whipped his head to see it was really his idol, complimenting him.
"... Thank you Kiyoharu-san," Nishimura blushed. Kiyoharu smiled.
"But I think I know your real passion," the elder man said, and held a mic in his hands. Tooru blushed.
"Even if I wanted to, I can't. I'm terrible at singing. And it's too late for voice lessons-
"No it's not. You are a good singer. All you need is confidence. I could help you if you want," Kiyoharu interrupted. Tooru gasped. He would?!
"No! I couldn't make you-
"You aren't making me, I want to help you Tooru-kun," Kiyoharu reassured. Kiyoharu then grabbed the younger man's hand and led him inside the dressing room, making sure the door was closed and locked behind them.
"I want you to sit on the chair that's in front of that full body mirror," his idol ordered. Being the obedient fanboy, Tooru did as he was told (CUTE! XD!). Though, the smaller male felt uncomfortable looking at himself in the mirror. He wasn't handsome like Kiyoharu and other men, and he wasn't as sexually appealing or beautiful either. In fact, he considered himself ugly. He started feeling even more uncomfortable and bowed his head forward a little in shame.
"Don't do that! Look at yourself in the mirror. The vocalist is the one that grabs the attention. He is the one that everyone's eyes follow," Kiyoharu explained. But Tooru still had his head down and shook his head in defiance.
"But, I'm-
"Do it," he ordered this time. Tooru did look at himself in the mirror this time, though he still felt bad about himself.
"Take off your clothes," the older man commanded.
"WHAT?!" Tooru yelled. Kiyoharu frowned.
"You are the sex appeal of the band. The vocalist is the one with the energy. The presence," Kiyoharu said. Tooru sucked in his breath, and quickly removed his clothes in lightning speed. First the shirt, next the shoes and socks, and then his pants and briefs.
"Why are you so nervous Tooru-kun?" Kiyoharu asked, now sitting on the chair. He wrapped his arms around Tooru's waist, and pulled him to sit on his lap, his legs spread so that the mirror showed his limp member. Tooru blushed and then he used his hands to cover up his penis.
"I'm not good looking like you Kiyoharu-san, I can't do this!" Tooru yelled, almost about to cry. Kiyoharu shushed him, and hugged him gently. Tooru felt so weak, crying in front of his idol, which was making him cry even more.
"You are beauty in my eyes. Beauty has many forms Tooru-kun. You just have to know what kind of beauty you have. You personify the dark sin that we can't admit to during the light of day. You are beautiful because you are broken, not because of perfection. You bring out the sadist desires that are deep in us all. This is the vocalist in you Tooru. Name him," Kiyoharu said, making Tooru look in the mirror again. He softly moved Tooru's hands away from his member, and started stroking him lightly. Kiyoharu's own actions made him aroused.
"K-Kyo... his name is Kyo..." Tooru groaned out. His hands scratched at his chest, making himself bleed. The pain this new him felt, felt so good... so intoxicating... this was the secret him that he held back. This is the vocalist in him. "Yes..." Tooru writhed against Kiyoharu's touch and his own, making even Kiyoharu gasp.
"That's it. Pull my soul in," and bit down on Tooru's- no, Kyo's neck, making the sexy man scream. His hands lifted Kyo up, and unzipped his own pants where his erection thrusted against Kyo's balls. Kyo moaned, moving his hips against the hard on, making the older man gasp. The older man held onto Kyo tighter, moving his hips in sync with his thrusts.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?!" Kyo yelled, rubbing harder against the other's heated skin. Kiyoharu moaned. "Oh yeah, you do, don't you?" Kyo said, and held the other man's erection and thrust it into his tight hole.
"OH TOORU!" Kiyoharu yelled as the other being thrust up and down onto his erection, using him to fuck himself.
"Know this Kiyoharu, I don't need you to get pleasure. I could leave you and pleasure myself, and tie you to this chair and let the people come in the morning to find you!" Kyo said in between gasps, thrusting faster onto Kiyoharu's thick length, moaning as the pleasure ran up and down his entire body. The control... the pain... this was what a vocalist was. A person who screamed out their desires, no matter how sinful they were and just doing it.
Kiyoharu then got up from the chair with Kyo still thrusting up and down on him, but the other man was holding him by his bent knees. He held the lighter man, and moved his fat cock faster, tearing the tight hole and making Kyo writhe and beg.
"You are thinking like a vocalist... good... but you still have a ways to go Kyo..." Kiyoharu panted, and thrusted harder into his tight channel, making Kyo scream.
"OH... Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Kyo moaned, grasping his hard dick tightly and roughly jerked himself to Kiyoharu's thrusts. "Uh-Oh Kiyoharu!" Kyo screamed, and came into his own hand. Kiyoharu kept thrusting into his spent body, almost over the edge.
The coil in Kiyoharu's stomach though, couldn't take it anymore...
"Oh Kyo!" Kiyoharu groaned into his ear, spilling his essence into him. Kyo groaned, the liquid exploding into his body felt so good...
"Tooru-kun, you did well. You are a good vocalist, but all you needed was confidence. Remember that," Kiyoharu then paused to breathe, the sex was still affecting him, "But you still have a ways to go,"...
STORY OVER~
XD Well, it's done. I know it sucked, but that's why we review and help the new person.