After Hours

Kyo was an unpredictable sort, unsurprisingly. He was the type that normally didn't like to ask questions, especially when it came to people that were right there in his grasp. It wasn't because he was uninterested in those close by him. It was more that he wanted to learn about them by himself. If so and so was getting a new tattoo, or a new home, a new this or a new that, Kyo didn't want to hear about it. He wanted to find out when he found out. He favored the element of surprise.

"You wanted to see me?" The guitarist was in a plain white wife beater and black fitted jeans. His long auburn colored hair had been tugged back into a lose ponytail. Slender fingers pushed the studio door shut with a small click as he walked in. Kyo was standing by a desk in the corner of the studio. The place was dimly lit, possibly because it was night and the only one in here was Kyo. Kaoru had just left, and Die was on his way to leaving but he was informed the feisty little tater tot wanted to see him. So here he was.

The blond only gave a nod. His back was turned to the taller man and over the slim figure stretched some black broken in leather. His faded and torn blue jeans were wrapped around his hips with a couple of belts. A loose black button down was worn over his torso. There was a cigarette that laid in the ashtray, still burning but about to fizzle out. The slight movements in Kyo's one shoulder indicated that he was writing.

Die's slow saunter finally came to an end when his chest was inches away from the vocalist. Slender arms crawled their way loosely around Kyo's body and he pushed himself inward until his chin came to lay upon the leather. After a moment just standing there, the guitarist's nose brushed up between the long blond strands of hair and against the smooth inked skin of his neck with an inhale. What a great smell. Kyo and leather.

"What's up?" He asked with a small second spared to glace at the writing. The pen was set down and his body turned in between those lose arms to face the redhead. Kyo narrowed his eyes. His lips pushed up in a grin. Die didn't seem to get what was going on (as usual) but he found out quick enough when those inked fingers viciously latched into his hair and lips met for a heated kiss. It didn't take long for the room to start spinning.

Die stumbled to follow where the smaller body was pulling him as their lips and tongues touched and battled against each other in the clumsy process. With a bite and a turn, the guitarist found himself smack against the couch and in great need to catch his breath. For a moment he wasn't even sure what had happened but his eyes met the vocalist's and it became very clear what Kyo wanted.

He leaned in to place a nip at the corner of the guitarists lips with a warm whisper, "stay there."

Die wasn't sure what to expect from the blond so he stilled against the couch to watch, curious as he were. A slow roll of the vocalist's shoulders and the leather jacket slowly slipped. Fingers tossed it aside with a careless slap against the ground. Then he began to roll his hips. His body rocked in a slow almost serpentine sort of way as it danced to an invisible beat. Those slim inked fingers crept up under his own shirt and teased the skin around his stomach in such a way that warmed the guitarist's gut. He silently slid down the couch a little as he felt his pants get a bit tight. This was the most amazing moment of his life, Die thought. Kyo was fucking stripping for him. Chocolate browns watched the vocalist as his fingers slowly unbuttoned the thin shirt. He could have been a fucking dancer, Kyo. No boy with that much booty wasn't made to shake it. Seriously. It was getting warm in this room very quickly.

"Take your shirt off," Kyo demanded as his body squirmed to his own fingers that crawled and scraped up and down his chest and abs and slowly under the rim of his pants. It was like watching him on stage during a song about sexual obsessions and deviations -- how Kyo would rub himself down and touch himself and how perfectly his body wiggled and moved to it. A moment was spared to brush back some locks of his hair before he continued. He was such a good actor. His brows ebbed, his shoulders rolled, his lips pursed and voice soothed out delicious yearning 'mm' sounds. Die could almost hear the music that Kyo's body moved to. It was a slow beat. He imagined it was a deep voice singing something horribly raunchy and vulgar. The blonds hips rolled again and dipped, his whole body moving, and Die fumbled to get out of his fucking shirt like a damn moron. He didn't want to miss a second of this. Not. One. Second.

Finally the guitarist had freed himself and by that time Kyo's shirt was loosely hanging open. One belt had been loosened, two belts were loosened a second later with a slight thrust of his hips. He took in the step or two toward the couch and beckoned the the other man with a finger -- grinning lips. Die had sunk down into the couch fairly deeply by then and didn't really realize how much he himself was squirming. When it clicked, he scooted up quick to sit right at the edge of the couch. That smooth dark mocha skin was flushed a warm reddish-brown in color and his breath was a little heavy. He was so gorgeous, Daisuke. Kyo exhaled slowly through his slightly parted lips as chocolates looked up at him.

His body pushed in to the bare skin of the guitarist's and slowly lowered himself down to sit on a knee. The vocalist let his hand wander the flesh before him as he rocked his hips tightly against the man's side. Die could feel that jewel between Kyo's legs begin to grow. This was too much. They'd been dating (in secret) for almost three years now. In those three years you'd be floored by how many times they had sex because it was a resounding ten to fifteen, no joke. They were busy, they had their own lives and roles inside and outside of the band, and not to mention Kyo was an asshole that often shot Die down when he wanted it. So when they did do something like this, it was so good. Then again Kyo could be his usual asshole self and tease, tease, tease and leave. It wouldn't be the first time, the fucker.

The guitarist tipped his head back with a long and hot sigh. Kyo took that as a perfect opportunity to lick up that bare chest and throat. His hands continued to smooth over the man's skin, massaging and teasing, as his lips and tongue came to a nipple to start and played there. Such teasing granted him a jolt and an aroused yelp from the guitarist who's fingers couldn't help but grab around the vocalist's shoulders if only to keep his balance in slight check.

"Aaah... Kyo," slipped out of his lips with a hot moan as he felt the warm muscle leave it's wet trail up to his ear. A hand came in between Die's legs and began to feel, squeeze, and kneed. The guitarist couldn't help but squirm as his breath became harder and hotter.

"Fucking hell," he shivered out. "You are the epitome of evil. You know that?"

"Want me to finish?" Kyo whispered low into the ear, ignoring the moment of captain obvious.

"Yes," was spoken without hesitance.

"Take off your pants," he said before his body pulled away and he stood back up. "Slowly."

Die obeyed. His fingers fumbled for the buckle around his waist as he watched the blond slowly unzip his own pants. It was an awkward and clumsy moment but the guitarist got them off without really listening to the 'slowly' command which made Kyo smirk a little. Kyo, that bastard. He knew the redhead was gone, completely gone, and he was taking complete advantage of it. He couldn't keep his hands from crawling to his own hardening cock but a foot stopped them. The look Die gave Kyo was nothing short of pathetic; his big brown puppy eyes begged for some attention.

"Not yet," he said as his jeans fell down to the ground. The guitarist had to practically sit on his hands. He couldn't help himself from squirming. Hot pants coming from blushed lips as he watched the vocalist slide his hands under the elastic of his underwear and grab his cock behind the thin black. Un-fucking-fair, was Die's thoughts on the matter. Kyo's face twisted with tingles of pleasure as his body squirmed to his own fondling.

Die sucked in a bottom lip with a shiver before emitting, "you are so fucking good looking. I just.. " it was so hard to not try and touch himself again, but he managed... somehow. "I just really had to tell you that."

Kyo said nothing in return but he inched down his briefs a little to show the carved dip of his hipbone with a grin. What a gorgeous body. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't at all. Scars and scrapes and bruises littered the skin marked with various artful ink. There were blemishes here and there, dotted along his chest, back, face, and so on. That was what made him unbelievably good looking. He was real. He was human. He was so real. He was the realist person Die had ever met and even if he lied nonstop, he wasn't fake at all. He was the furthest thing from it. How Kyo pulled it off Die would never know, but he did. It was something only someone like Kyo would ever be able to achieve.

Fuck, and now he was naked. A foot pushed aside the cloths that had gathered at his feet and his hands traveled down again to his semi-hard cock. They grabbed, and began to play. Soon the tiny body had come down to it's knees as his hand stroked that hard muscle. His back arched a little and head tipped back with moans and pants that parted from freshly wet lips. Die wasn't certain how much more of this he could handle. His head tipped up and back straightened just so he could get a look at that face the vocalist was making as he touched himself.

Kyo's hands slowed down when pre-cum began to slide from the tip of his cock. His fingers smeared it over that muscle before he wiped the excess of it on his stomach. The guitarist smirked a little. Dirty motherfucker. God, there was no way to express how much he loved this man. How absolutely fucking shameless he could be sometimes. He watched the body eagerly when it hunched over on to it's hands and knees with just one arm until his balance was caught and he pulled himself back onto his knees.

"Know what I want you to do?" Kyo's fingers were still wrapped around his own cock, slowly stroking. Die wanted them to be on his so badly. The way they touched, caressed, and squeezed... The vocalist was well versed in the art of pleasing himself, clearly. This didn't help the guitarist's dirty mind all too much. Just another thing to fantasize about when Kyo wasn't right there to actually supply. Not like Kyo would always agree when he was there as he'd already mentioned. Denied many times, Die had been. Like the shithead Kyo was.

The guitarist looked up at him. His chest was slightly damp with sweat. He exhaled, swallowed, and responded with an, "mm?"

Kyo grinned a little and leaned forward to put his hand on a warm shoulder and pull it forward. The action had him back up to his feet.

"Come down here," he said. Nothing more for now.

Down here, Die suspected, was on the floor. That seemed to be where those hands were tugging him. Usually they'd fight over this shit. The bedroom (often metaphorically) was a battlefield. They both sort of went both ways, but Kyo was the type of man that wanted what he wanted when he wanted how he wanted. A childish fucking brat through and through (which Die liked about him, even if he wanted to smack him into a wall for it and occasionally he did.) Therefore, even if they both could go either way - bottom or top - it was usually a fight if one didn't agree with the other. Sometimes the redhead wondered if Kyo didn't agree with him just to start a fight. He wouldn't put it past the bastard.

All the same, at this moment he was very willing to comply. His back settled against the couch. His face was right by those hands that touched and teased the hard flesh. His own hands couldn't help but slowly wander up those slender legs and around his hips to give that nice plump ass a squeeze. Kyo merely rolled his hips a little and let one hand guide the other man's face.

"Open up," he said warmly, holding himself for the guitarist.

Die's hands held those cheeks tight and opened his mouth to swallow the throbbing muscle. A stuffed 'mm' came from the guitarist's throat when he fit as much as he could in to his mouth. Salty, sweaty dripping skin throbbed on his tongue as he began to suck to the rhythm that demanding hand of Kyo's provided. After a moment he opened his eyes. He didn't even really remember closing them. They rolled up just to take a peak at the other man. The view from down here was outstanding. That hard and well defined abdomen and black stained chest. Kyo's head was slightly back. He couldn't really see it but his mouth was slightly open and soft sighs and groans came from between those lips. He was lost, too. Selfishly and indulgently lost in the sensation. It was a beautiful thing to see.

Die was so heavy by this point. His cock throbbed and ached painfully in anticipation for some sort of attention as he consumed the other man. Kyo's fingers were a vicious contrast. His one hand had a sharp grasp on the back of the guitarist's head but his other hand gently played with the silk tresses of darkly burnt red. Kyo would be Kyo would be Kyo no matter what situation they were in and what Kyo was... well, was what Kyo was. That was the only way to ever explain him. Right now he fell under the categories of delicious and evil bastard. Evil bastard was a common label for him though.

The redhead's fingers slid around the vocalists hips to his balls and slowly rolled them. A warm knot formed in his belly when he heard the noises the vocalist had begun to make grow louder -- low groans and slight hip trusts. His latching hand began to massage the guitarists scalp in a way that only Kyo would consider lovingly. When Die had a moment, he peeked up again. Kyo's chest was open and his breathing was uneven and hard. His body was in a slight arch. Amazing. He wanted to finish the vocalist off. He wanted to pull back and start pumping him until he came but the vocalist stopped him a second later with a hard exhale.

"That's good," he whispered. His head had rolled back down and his back rolled down with it to pull the guitarist away. A string of saliva drooped from the head of Kyo's cock and the tip of Die's tongue, then snapped. Die was panting as he watched the blond gradually ease to his knees and over his lap. Their cocks touched, twitched, and rubbed against each other. Kyo still had control even if he was slowly losing it. He still had control and he was enjoying every second of how far in to this ache and yearn he'd made the other.

"You just," the guitarist could barely make any sense of himself. He was squirming, hips rolling, fingers aching and playing along the other man's skin. That hard inked chest was slightly glazed with sweat. He could just fucking cum all over this man, oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God. Die rolled his head back with a small sob. Christing fucking Jesus shit.

"You just really need to fuck me," he finally managed to get out.

"Do I now..." Kyo spoke with a slow exhale as his fingers played on the twitching tip of the guitarists weeping cock. The way they played he could almost hear the bastard say, 'look at this sad little thing here.' Kyo's fingers said everything those lips didn't, and Die's balls were so full that he bet it wouldn't take too long to finish this puppy eyed bitch off. The vocalist almost chuckled as he dipped his head in to lick his neck. His hands rolled those heavy balls. They teased with a pull and a pinch that made Die make all sorts of fun noises.

"Maybe I don't want to," he said, and put a good hold on the base of Die's cock. A hard squeeze. The guitarist's hips pushed up as a sharp inhale tore from his lips. After a jerk or two that almost had the redhead in tears, Kyo gave it a nice strong stroke. Die's face turned in as he bowed his head and crunched his abs forward. He ached so much and Kyo was such a typical fucking shithead. Man, he just wanted to slap the fucker silly sometimes but those hands traveled down his chest and pushed him to the ground...

Kyo's thumbs rolled up the hard shaft; up that pulsing vein. The guitarist was a hair away from whimpering like little bitch in heat by now. His eyes closed tight and head jolted to the left; teeth grit and brows ebbed in. His knees pulled up a little and his toes curled. His stomach tightened and hips bucked. It was easy to beg which was what Kyo wanted but he couldn't even think of the words. He felt Kyo's tongue dip down on his stomach as his hands slowly pumped, stroked, teased. He felt bites and nibbles to warm flesh in all the right places that made him squirm.

"Kyo..." The guitarist all but whined as he begged, "I really need to cum, baby. Please, baby, please..."

That sounded so nice, the vocalist thought. He brushed back some of his hair and slowly lowered his mouth to the aching muscle. Kyo's mouth was something fucking magical, the guitarist found. Not surprising. His hands knew right where to touch and just how to touch. His tongue, his lips... saliva slowly dripped down... He could just scream. Moans and pants were pleading and begging for more as they grew louder, harder, thinner. His fingers scratched the ground as his hips rolled and back ached. Finally they came to a fist and he pounded hard on the wooded floor when that warm mouth began to suck in a slow beat. Usually it was Kyo doing all the nonsense swearing. He was a loud motherfucker when he was on the bottom (and sometimes even when he was on top) but this time... This time it was Die letting out a canon full of vulgarities until that mouth left with a flick of the tongue to the tip. He could feel warm hardened breath over his head as tiny hands pumped his cock. A hard swallow, his hips bucked up over and over until he came so hard that he was seeing fucking stars.

An little roll of laughter emitted from the other mans lips as he caught the sticky white substance in his mouth. Die was trying to catch his breath with his head back against the floor. The cool wave of sensation still tingling over his body when a hand grabbed up under his jaw and pulled him up just enough so he could watch the vocalist spit his own cum out all over him. Milky white slowly dripped out from his lips and down onto the soft dip of the guitarist's stomach. It glistened his lips and dripped down his chin and he didn't seem to care in the least the dirty fucker. Die just let out a groan.

"I'm not done," he said; his hands let go of the man's jaw and he crawled over the body until his hips were right at the Die's chest. His knees tucked up under the mans arms as he sat down and pumped himself until he spurt his own seed all over that pretty face. When Kyo came, he really came. His whole body always shook uncontrollably; his hips wiggled and thrusted madly. Nothing was ever half done with this guy. Die rolled a finger over his face to gather a bit of the sticky substance and put it to his lips. The vocalist watched with hard but calming pants.

"Taste good?"

"Mmn..." He thought over it a minute before his response. "Not really."

"That's too bad," Kyo said. His finger brushed the man's hand away and gathered his cum, stuffing the dirtied digits down his mouth. "Cause you're going to eat it anyways."