The Way I'm Loving You, one-shot
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theblackmoralsOne-shot chapter
Band: Girugämesh, D.
Characters: Satoshi, Ruiza.
Main pairing: Satoshi x Ruiza.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, challengefic, one-shot.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17/lemon/explicit sex, [mature theme] sadomasochism/BDSM, sexual situations, consensual, PWP.
More information about Satoshi here.
Information about the Girugämesh here.
More information about Ruiza here.
Information about the D here.
'The Way I'm Loving You' archive page here.
Relative time in play: Unspecified. Could be any time.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.
Summary: “Just fuck me,” Ruiza hissed sensually in between broken pants of splitting pain and beautiful pleasure, in a slurred mixture between a demand and a plea, and it caused Satoshi's sculpted hands to tighten on those femininely narrow hips in a way that would surely bruise later on. Normally he would never let anyone tell him what to do, and would retaliate with heady disobedience if anyone even tried, but how could he deny such a delicious request? He didn't want to. Definitely didn't want to.
Author's note:
I’m feeling a little under the weather these days, and thus haven’t had the mind to finish the next chapter of my current ongoing fic, I’m sorry^^; I did, however, want to write something, anything, so my friend and I challenged each other to write a one-shot within two hours (which is why this is only 6 pages long, and so very pointless~). I’ve been wanting to write Satoshi and Ruiza again for a long time - since they are one of my absolute OTPs<3 - and I figured they would be just perfect for this~
But yeah, please forgive any errors and typos, and the meaningless smuttiness of it all, as this was, as said, just a two-hour type-away; it's un-beta’ed and uploaded right after completion^^;
The raven-haired vocalist stifled the deep, baritone moan that threatened to rustle off his kiss-swollen lips when he finally pushed into that perfect heat; inch after inch of his engorged, throbbing cock plundering deep until his strong hips flushed forcefully against fleshy ass cheeks, with the most sensual wet sound of lubricant slicking between their superheated bodies.
“Aaarggghnn…”
Having less sense than him at the moment it seemed, Ruiza moaned out in the aggrieved pleasure that instantly tore his delicate body apart, and the delicious, moist sound of it echoed off the rough-cut wood the side of his angelic face was currently pinned against as he thrashed hard, fighting the merciless intrusion instinctively, uncontrollably, as he always would.
“Quiet, kitten, or someone might hear you,” Satoshi warned with a sardonic smile playing on his beautiful lips, though his words held little conviction. He loved it when the beautiful man in front of him lost his sense and just gave into the needs of his body without any thought of the repercussions, to the profligate pain and pleasure Satoshi would lavish upon him in these stolen, forbidden moments - he even secretly loved the thought of someone coming upon them like this, exposing them like this, though that would be most inconvenient indeed, and had yet to happen anyway.
“Just fuck me,” Ruiza hissed sensually in reply in between broken pants of splitting pain and beautiful pleasure, in a slurred mixture between a demand and a plea, and it caused Satoshi’s sculpted hands to tighten on those femininely narrow hips in a way that would surely bruise later on. Normally he would never let anyone tell him what to do, and would retaliate with heady disobedience if anyone even tried, but who was he to deny such a delicious request?
Drawing a deep breath the handsome vocalist moved his weight back on his heels to regain his footing, so he could move fairly untroubled within the small, confined space, and then, with dexterous fingers and sharp nails still dug hard into the other man’s bony hips, he snapped his own hips forth in a sudden movement; with such raw force that Ruiza was, in spite of the hold on him, literally shoved into the wooden wall as skin collided with skin.
“Fuck…”
The raspy whisper leaving pouty, pink lips at the hard thrust; the revert moan of breathtaking pain, and subsequent equal pleasure, had Satoshi’s dark smile curling even more at the corners, his obsidian pools swimming with a dangerous liquidity. Ruiza was so sexy… so fucking sexy…
No one else in the entire world had ever been as stunningly beautiful to him as the gorgeous D-guitarist was, nor had ever felt as good and right around him as he did. The pulsating heat of that unstretched body as it smothered around him, threatening to squeeze the very life out of him, and the tremors and suppressed whimpers of it for every bout of the masochistic pain Ruiza so desired dealt upon it… nothing had ever turned him on more, or made him crave its unraveling, its undoing, with such mind-blowing desperation. Nothing. No one. Ever.
“Please…”
Shivering in pleasure Satoshi snapped his hips again, and again, soon building a fast, hard rhythm of pounding against that famously curved backside, of bruising those rounded, fleshy globes with every whipping collision between them and his strong hips. Again and again and again, plundering in deep - deeper than any other lover would have been able to take - bruising Ruiza up against the unyielding wood as his body - his ungodly perfect body - was used in the most sadistic of ways; deeper and deeper and deeper as they melted together in lubricant-slicked collisions of entangled pain and pleasure, of indecency and sin, and abused ass cheeks molded into jelly as he forced them further and further apart with every hard thrust into the blessed abyss.
“Yes…”
“Oh… God… yes…”
The pleasure was unbelievable, the heat and tightness around him almost too cruelly perfect and mind-blowing for him to stand, and the raven-haired vocalist had to bite down hard on his own velvety lower lip to keep from emitting the feral growls of indecency and heady sin which vibrated in his throat for every ray of the carnal gratification that flooded his system before gathering to pool in the pit of his stomach. The distinct taste of iron soon came to taint his pink tongue, witnessing that he had broken through the sensitive surface, but he didn’t care; it was that, or screaming out in the whirlwind of forbidden pleasure that literally threatened to drown him with every head-first plunder he took into it.
“Sa…toshi…”
“Aahnn…”
Fevering moan after fevering moan left those pink, swollen lips of the gorgeous man currently under his expert abuse, that ethereal being who, by some lucky star, continued to yield to him on nights like this; so willingly, so happily, taking every devastating blow to his body as were they but the sweetest caresses of pleasure, as had nothing ever felt better or more right than this lascivious mistreatment.
“Yes…”
Soft knees buckled continuously, sensually banging against the wall with an almost rhythmic sound, much like that of a pleasure-ridden headboard, and the slender fingers planted against the wall on either side of the guitarist’s perspiration-soaked face curled and uncurled in a mindless frenzy, almost as if somehow trying to dig into the very wood.
“Ah… yes… aaahnngh… yes…”
Ruiza was lost, so far gone in the moment to realize any of this, his blonde-dyed eyebrows knitted together hard in a crease on his usually smooth forehead, and his lips - those sinful lips - wet and parted with every ardent moan and pain-riddled gasp he failed to suppress. Lost to the world, black mascara tears were etching over the crimson-flushed skin of his cheeks in a continuous leak, obscure lines blurred by the sheen of crystal sweat they attempted to scar, but they weren’t noticed either. Nothing seemed to be. Nothing but the pleasure and pain.
“F-fuck…”
Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain; as always Satoshi found himself enthralled by watching the contrast of those the two most basest emotions flitting across Ruiza’s unearthly features when he fucked the other man to within inches of his sanity, and not even the whirlpool of orgasmic pleasure building rapidly in the pit of his stomach, building and building and building towards the inevitable point where he would no longer be able to contain it, was enough to make him tear his smoldering dark eyes away from the unearthly sight. This… this was where all his songs came from. This, was his inspiration; his persistence; his true source of happiness and completion. Ruiza.
Ruiza… Ruiza… Sinking deeper and deeper into the ravenous abyss of Ruiza; losing himself, losing his mind as pleasure cramped through his earthly body in waves only this frenzy of atrocious abuse could summon in him; the passion, the heat and tightness, and those pained moans which were more beautiful than any music he could ever produce… Ruiza… only Ruiza…
Satoshi gasped out loudly when his straining body was racked with a bout of sudden twitches, both painful and toe-curling pleasurable at the same time, and his entire being stilled in the most awkward of ways in the milliseconds it took for that glorious heat pooling in his core to finally fluctuated and break loose of its restraints. Yes…
He came then, what seemed harder than ever, instinctively lunging forward to bury his face in the back of that dirty blonde mess of lavender-scented hair, and pearly teeth sunk into the first patch of alabaster skin they met to keep a scream of crazed pleasure from leaving his lips as he finally came undone in white ribbons of salt and sinful indulgence.
How Satoshi even found the mind to care about that just then, to care about keeping quiet, he really didn’t know, and maybe he didn’t. Maybe it was just instinct; the basest of instincts to get closer to the person he, right now, was as close to becoming one with as two beings could possibly ever come… Yes, that was a lot more likely than any thoughts of anyone passing by the unlocked door and hearing them; just to get closer, closer, closer still.
“Aaghnn…”
Ruiza gave a strangled cry, one filled with a mixture of insanity and pain-fueled pleasure, when not only force but actual weight suddenly came to pin him against the wood, alongside the ruthless pain of sharp teeth breaching his fair skin. He fought harder against the crude surface then, to push off it, to push away from it, but it was useless; Satoshi was too heavy against his back, too securely buried inside of him as he rode off his epic orgasm in shallow rocking movements against the heat, and the deep suction of his wicked mouth.
“God, that was…”
Drawing back Satoshi trailed off in a drunken laughter, one completely frenzied by pleasure, and instead he licked the bleeding outline of teeth now embedded in one of Ruiza’s soft shoulders, the taste of the other man’s ruby blood mixing on his tongue with the taste of his own. How could he even begin to describe how good it had been, how perfect it had been to unravel in sin like that? Even for all his esteemed skills as a professional vocalist and songwriter he couldn’t; there was no way; no words, and no rhyme or reason.
Just Ruiza.
As always, just Ruiza.
“Yes…” the beautiful guitarist rasped in agreement, his painted eyelids still closed tightly shut, and, though the harsh blows to his backside had completely stopped now, and the subsequent rocking too, his entire being was still trembling heavily against its imprisonment between the unyielding wooden wall and the firm, warm body.
Ruiza was broken, his every breath shallow and seemingly pained, and yet he was smiling; he was smiling that sinfully alluring smile of indecent obscurity that haunted Satoshi’s dreams every single night; the one that painted the inner side of his eyelids and could fuel him into a full-grown erection within a matter of seconds if he allowed himself to think about it for even just a moment; the one that told him that this had been every bit as good for Ruiza as it had been for him.
“Do you want to come, too?” Satoshi asked softly then, as he studied the smile with a smoldering intensity, with the piercing gaze he was prone to exhibit, but had taught himself not to - outside photo shoots anyway - since it made most people cringe away from him in fear. He studied the smile avidly because it would haunt him, and he wanted it to.
To most it would seem a weird question, an almost stupid one even, in the face of things, but Ruiza didn’t always want to. Sometimes the wicked guitarist wanted the added agony of such callous denial of the basest of desires, and sometimes he said it was too much and he wasn’t sure he would survive it if anymore be done to him. Tonight though, a breathless nod of confirmation was his answer, and Satoshi’s heart leapt a little; of course he enjoyed it the most when he got actual, tangible proof of the other man’s pleasure, too, and didn’t have to settle for mere reassuring words and a haunting smile.
“I love you,” Satoshi whispered softly as he eased some of his weight off the other man’s broken back, releasing some of the insane heat between them, though he stayed buried deep inside of him all the same. He knew Ruiza wanted him there when he came too, the slight pain it still gave him, and the pleasure of being filled to the brim like that, and the beautiful Girugämesh-vocalist loved going soft inside of him.
He snaked both hands in between their bodies then, one arm wrapping around Ruiza’s thin waist to draw him back and off the wall, hugging him close in an almost sweet way, just enough for the hand of the other to move in between the space created.
“Stop saying that,” Ruiza replied with a soft smile that was quickly distorted by pleasure when slender, adroit fingers wrapped around his rock hard cock, instantly moving to stroke the impressive length in firm, fast movements. Though he had not been touched even once during the frenzied, dirty fuck, he was as hard and throbbing as ever; sticky precum leaking from the velvety head to slicken Satoshi’s strokes in the most arousing of ways, and Ruiza quickly began shivering in something completely different from pain.
“I will when you believe me.”
It was the same reply as always, and it earned him the same cutesy chuckle of exasperation as always, but Satoshi meant it. Of course he meant it. Ruiza was the love of his life.
“Fuck…”
The blonde guitarist was right back to moaning loudly, just as before, though it was softer now, more controlled, and it took mere minutes, maybe even just seconds, before he pushed over too, and came with the most blissful expression painting those pristine features, and a moan to match.
“Aaaghnn…”
White salt laced from his cock then, and unto the wall and Satoshi’s fingers, the hard flesh twitching and throbbing as it spouted ribbons of pleasure, and again soft kneecaps collided with the wall with a loud thud, in a way that would most certainly bruise and scrape even through the leather garments pooling around them. Ruiza just continued to moan though, seemingly lost to anything but the release that tore through him until he was milked dry of every last droplet of white pain and pleasure intermixed.
Staying there then, for a few drawn-out moments, just enjoying the soft pants of pleasure rustling off the other man’s swollen lips, Satoshi finally drew out of the abused, broken body. Then he slowly began his preparations of cleaning the other man and redressing him, covering up the evidence of their crimes as best he could under the current circumstances and with the remedies at hand. It took several minutes, maybe even half an hour, before Ruiza could stand on his own again, and the beautiful vocalist took his time getting done, enjoying these moments of softness and intimacy almost – though of course only almost – as much as the act itself.
“Same time next week?” Satoshi asked in a soft, breathy voice when they broke apart from the umpteenth kiss, his lips now swollen and prickling with the feeling and taste of the other man, and he smiled lovingly as he cupped those warm cheeks still tainted with faded lines of black tears. Then he drew back, just watching Ruiza for a moment to make sure the other man would be okay to stand on his own, to move, and, when it seemed so, he leaned in and caught those sinful lips in another deep, passionate kiss before stepped away completely.
Ruiza had recovered unusually fast today, though the heated make-out session they had engaged in afterwards more than made up for the time lost. Since, for now, these were the only moments he got with the beautiful D-guitarist, these encounters of forbidden pleasure and sinful undoing, Satoshi made a point of filling them as much as possible before he had to leave there again, with nothing but the memories.
“Same time next week,” Ruiza agreed with a warm, seductive smile, dark eyes of liquid chocolate glinting in sin beneath a heavy frame of black lashes, and he shifted against the wall he was no longer pinned again, but now leaned against instead, his legs obviously still weakened, but now fully capable of holding up his own weight.
Satoshi shook his head with a low chuckle, in slight defeat, and pushed the closet door open to enter the hallway of the building where Ruiza’s band's studio resided. After making sure no one was around to have heard them fucking in the janitor’s closet, which it seemed not, he took his leave without looking back.
Next week, same time. He couldn’t wait.
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So... yeah, just a pointless PWP one-shot of one of my OTPs, as said at the top of this<3
Again, sorry for any errors and typos T____T
Band: Girugämesh, D.
Characters: Satoshi, Ruiza.
Main pairing: Satoshi x Ruiza.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, challengefic, one-shot.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17/lemon/explicit sex, [mature theme] sadomasochism/BDSM, sexual situations, consensual, PWP.
More information about Satoshi here.
Information about the Girugämesh here.
More information about Ruiza here.
Information about the D here.
'The Way I'm Loving You' archive page here.
Relative time in play: Unspecified. Could be any time.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.
Summary: “Just fuck me,” Ruiza hissed sensually in between broken pants of splitting pain and beautiful pleasure, in a slurred mixture between a demand and a plea, and it caused Satoshi's sculpted hands to tighten on those femininely narrow hips in a way that would surely bruise later on. Normally he would never let anyone tell him what to do, and would retaliate with heady disobedience if anyone even tried, but how could he deny such a delicious request? He didn't want to. Definitely didn't want to.
~o~
Author's note:
I’m feeling a little under the weather these days, and thus haven’t had the mind to finish the next chapter of my current ongoing fic, I’m sorry^^; I did, however, want to write something, anything, so my friend and I challenged each other to write a one-shot within two hours (which is why this is only 6 pages long, and so very pointless~). I’ve been wanting to write Satoshi and Ruiza again for a long time - since they are one of my absolute OTPs<3 - and I figured they would be just perfect for this~
But yeah, please forgive any errors and typos, and the meaningless smuttiness of it all, as this was, as said, just a two-hour type-away; it's un-beta’ed and uploaded right after completion^^;
~o~
The raven-haired vocalist stifled the deep, baritone moan that threatened to rustle off his kiss-swollen lips when he finally pushed into that perfect heat; inch after inch of his engorged, throbbing cock plundering deep until his strong hips flushed forcefully against fleshy ass cheeks, with the most sensual wet sound of lubricant slicking between their superheated bodies.
“Aaarggghnn…”
Having less sense than him at the moment it seemed, Ruiza moaned out in the aggrieved pleasure that instantly tore his delicate body apart, and the delicious, moist sound of it echoed off the rough-cut wood the side of his angelic face was currently pinned against as he thrashed hard, fighting the merciless intrusion instinctively, uncontrollably, as he always would.
“Quiet, kitten, or someone might hear you,” Satoshi warned with a sardonic smile playing on his beautiful lips, though his words held little conviction. He loved it when the beautiful man in front of him lost his sense and just gave into the needs of his body without any thought of the repercussions, to the profligate pain and pleasure Satoshi would lavish upon him in these stolen, forbidden moments - he even secretly loved the thought of someone coming upon them like this, exposing them like this, though that would be most inconvenient indeed, and had yet to happen anyway.
“Just fuck me,” Ruiza hissed sensually in reply in between broken pants of splitting pain and beautiful pleasure, in a slurred mixture between a demand and a plea, and it caused Satoshi’s sculpted hands to tighten on those femininely narrow hips in a way that would surely bruise later on. Normally he would never let anyone tell him what to do, and would retaliate with heady disobedience if anyone even tried, but who was he to deny such a delicious request?
Drawing a deep breath the handsome vocalist moved his weight back on his heels to regain his footing, so he could move fairly untroubled within the small, confined space, and then, with dexterous fingers and sharp nails still dug hard into the other man’s bony hips, he snapped his own hips forth in a sudden movement; with such raw force that Ruiza was, in spite of the hold on him, literally shoved into the wooden wall as skin collided with skin.
“Fuck…”
The raspy whisper leaving pouty, pink lips at the hard thrust; the revert moan of breathtaking pain, and subsequent equal pleasure, had Satoshi’s dark smile curling even more at the corners, his obsidian pools swimming with a dangerous liquidity. Ruiza was so sexy… so fucking sexy…
No one else in the entire world had ever been as stunningly beautiful to him as the gorgeous D-guitarist was, nor had ever felt as good and right around him as he did. The pulsating heat of that unstretched body as it smothered around him, threatening to squeeze the very life out of him, and the tremors and suppressed whimpers of it for every bout of the masochistic pain Ruiza so desired dealt upon it… nothing had ever turned him on more, or made him crave its unraveling, its undoing, with such mind-blowing desperation. Nothing. No one. Ever.
“Please…”
Shivering in pleasure Satoshi snapped his hips again, and again, soon building a fast, hard rhythm of pounding against that famously curved backside, of bruising those rounded, fleshy globes with every whipping collision between them and his strong hips. Again and again and again, plundering in deep - deeper than any other lover would have been able to take - bruising Ruiza up against the unyielding wood as his body - his ungodly perfect body - was used in the most sadistic of ways; deeper and deeper and deeper as they melted together in lubricant-slicked collisions of entangled pain and pleasure, of indecency and sin, and abused ass cheeks molded into jelly as he forced them further and further apart with every hard thrust into the blessed abyss.
“Yes…”
“Oh… God… yes…”
The pleasure was unbelievable, the heat and tightness around him almost too cruelly perfect and mind-blowing for him to stand, and the raven-haired vocalist had to bite down hard on his own velvety lower lip to keep from emitting the feral growls of indecency and heady sin which vibrated in his throat for every ray of the carnal gratification that flooded his system before gathering to pool in the pit of his stomach. The distinct taste of iron soon came to taint his pink tongue, witnessing that he had broken through the sensitive surface, but he didn’t care; it was that, or screaming out in the whirlwind of forbidden pleasure that literally threatened to drown him with every head-first plunder he took into it.
“Sa…toshi…”
“Aahnn…”
Fevering moan after fevering moan left those pink, swollen lips of the gorgeous man currently under his expert abuse, that ethereal being who, by some lucky star, continued to yield to him on nights like this; so willingly, so happily, taking every devastating blow to his body as were they but the sweetest caresses of pleasure, as had nothing ever felt better or more right than this lascivious mistreatment.
“Yes…”
Soft knees buckled continuously, sensually banging against the wall with an almost rhythmic sound, much like that of a pleasure-ridden headboard, and the slender fingers planted against the wall on either side of the guitarist’s perspiration-soaked face curled and uncurled in a mindless frenzy, almost as if somehow trying to dig into the very wood.
“Ah… yes… aaahnngh… yes…”
Ruiza was lost, so far gone in the moment to realize any of this, his blonde-dyed eyebrows knitted together hard in a crease on his usually smooth forehead, and his lips - those sinful lips - wet and parted with every ardent moan and pain-riddled gasp he failed to suppress. Lost to the world, black mascara tears were etching over the crimson-flushed skin of his cheeks in a continuous leak, obscure lines blurred by the sheen of crystal sweat they attempted to scar, but they weren’t noticed either. Nothing seemed to be. Nothing but the pleasure and pain.
“F-fuck…”
Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain; as always Satoshi found himself enthralled by watching the contrast of those the two most basest emotions flitting across Ruiza’s unearthly features when he fucked the other man to within inches of his sanity, and not even the whirlpool of orgasmic pleasure building rapidly in the pit of his stomach, building and building and building towards the inevitable point where he would no longer be able to contain it, was enough to make him tear his smoldering dark eyes away from the unearthly sight. This… this was where all his songs came from. This, was his inspiration; his persistence; his true source of happiness and completion. Ruiza.
Ruiza… Ruiza… Sinking deeper and deeper into the ravenous abyss of Ruiza; losing himself, losing his mind as pleasure cramped through his earthly body in waves only this frenzy of atrocious abuse could summon in him; the passion, the heat and tightness, and those pained moans which were more beautiful than any music he could ever produce… Ruiza… only Ruiza…
Satoshi gasped out loudly when his straining body was racked with a bout of sudden twitches, both painful and toe-curling pleasurable at the same time, and his entire being stilled in the most awkward of ways in the milliseconds it took for that glorious heat pooling in his core to finally fluctuated and break loose of its restraints. Yes…
He came then, what seemed harder than ever, instinctively lunging forward to bury his face in the back of that dirty blonde mess of lavender-scented hair, and pearly teeth sunk into the first patch of alabaster skin they met to keep a scream of crazed pleasure from leaving his lips as he finally came undone in white ribbons of salt and sinful indulgence.
How Satoshi even found the mind to care about that just then, to care about keeping quiet, he really didn’t know, and maybe he didn’t. Maybe it was just instinct; the basest of instincts to get closer to the person he, right now, was as close to becoming one with as two beings could possibly ever come… Yes, that was a lot more likely than any thoughts of anyone passing by the unlocked door and hearing them; just to get closer, closer, closer still.
“Aaghnn…”
Ruiza gave a strangled cry, one filled with a mixture of insanity and pain-fueled pleasure, when not only force but actual weight suddenly came to pin him against the wood, alongside the ruthless pain of sharp teeth breaching his fair skin. He fought harder against the crude surface then, to push off it, to push away from it, but it was useless; Satoshi was too heavy against his back, too securely buried inside of him as he rode off his epic orgasm in shallow rocking movements against the heat, and the deep suction of his wicked mouth.
“God, that was…”
Drawing back Satoshi trailed off in a drunken laughter, one completely frenzied by pleasure, and instead he licked the bleeding outline of teeth now embedded in one of Ruiza’s soft shoulders, the taste of the other man’s ruby blood mixing on his tongue with the taste of his own. How could he even begin to describe how good it had been, how perfect it had been to unravel in sin like that? Even for all his esteemed skills as a professional vocalist and songwriter he couldn’t; there was no way; no words, and no rhyme or reason.
Just Ruiza.
As always, just Ruiza.
“Yes…” the beautiful guitarist rasped in agreement, his painted eyelids still closed tightly shut, and, though the harsh blows to his backside had completely stopped now, and the subsequent rocking too, his entire being was still trembling heavily against its imprisonment between the unyielding wooden wall and the firm, warm body.
Ruiza was broken, his every breath shallow and seemingly pained, and yet he was smiling; he was smiling that sinfully alluring smile of indecent obscurity that haunted Satoshi’s dreams every single night; the one that painted the inner side of his eyelids and could fuel him into a full-grown erection within a matter of seconds if he allowed himself to think about it for even just a moment; the one that told him that this had been every bit as good for Ruiza as it had been for him.
“Do you want to come, too?” Satoshi asked softly then, as he studied the smile with a smoldering intensity, with the piercing gaze he was prone to exhibit, but had taught himself not to - outside photo shoots anyway - since it made most people cringe away from him in fear. He studied the smile avidly because it would haunt him, and he wanted it to.
To most it would seem a weird question, an almost stupid one even, in the face of things, but Ruiza didn’t always want to. Sometimes the wicked guitarist wanted the added agony of such callous denial of the basest of desires, and sometimes he said it was too much and he wasn’t sure he would survive it if anymore be done to him. Tonight though, a breathless nod of confirmation was his answer, and Satoshi’s heart leapt a little; of course he enjoyed it the most when he got actual, tangible proof of the other man’s pleasure, too, and didn’t have to settle for mere reassuring words and a haunting smile.
“I love you,” Satoshi whispered softly as he eased some of his weight off the other man’s broken back, releasing some of the insane heat between them, though he stayed buried deep inside of him all the same. He knew Ruiza wanted him there when he came too, the slight pain it still gave him, and the pleasure of being filled to the brim like that, and the beautiful Girugämesh-vocalist loved going soft inside of him.
He snaked both hands in between their bodies then, one arm wrapping around Ruiza’s thin waist to draw him back and off the wall, hugging him close in an almost sweet way, just enough for the hand of the other to move in between the space created.
“Stop saying that,” Ruiza replied with a soft smile that was quickly distorted by pleasure when slender, adroit fingers wrapped around his rock hard cock, instantly moving to stroke the impressive length in firm, fast movements. Though he had not been touched even once during the frenzied, dirty fuck, he was as hard and throbbing as ever; sticky precum leaking from the velvety head to slicken Satoshi’s strokes in the most arousing of ways, and Ruiza quickly began shivering in something completely different from pain.
“I will when you believe me.”
It was the same reply as always, and it earned him the same cutesy chuckle of exasperation as always, but Satoshi meant it. Of course he meant it. Ruiza was the love of his life.
“Fuck…”
The blonde guitarist was right back to moaning loudly, just as before, though it was softer now, more controlled, and it took mere minutes, maybe even just seconds, before he pushed over too, and came with the most blissful expression painting those pristine features, and a moan to match.
“Aaaghnn…”
White salt laced from his cock then, and unto the wall and Satoshi’s fingers, the hard flesh twitching and throbbing as it spouted ribbons of pleasure, and again soft kneecaps collided with the wall with a loud thud, in a way that would most certainly bruise and scrape even through the leather garments pooling around them. Ruiza just continued to moan though, seemingly lost to anything but the release that tore through him until he was milked dry of every last droplet of white pain and pleasure intermixed.
Staying there then, for a few drawn-out moments, just enjoying the soft pants of pleasure rustling off the other man’s swollen lips, Satoshi finally drew out of the abused, broken body. Then he slowly began his preparations of cleaning the other man and redressing him, covering up the evidence of their crimes as best he could under the current circumstances and with the remedies at hand. It took several minutes, maybe even half an hour, before Ruiza could stand on his own again, and the beautiful vocalist took his time getting done, enjoying these moments of softness and intimacy almost – though of course only almost – as much as the act itself.
“Same time next week?” Satoshi asked in a soft, breathy voice when they broke apart from the umpteenth kiss, his lips now swollen and prickling with the feeling and taste of the other man, and he smiled lovingly as he cupped those warm cheeks still tainted with faded lines of black tears. Then he drew back, just watching Ruiza for a moment to make sure the other man would be okay to stand on his own, to move, and, when it seemed so, he leaned in and caught those sinful lips in another deep, passionate kiss before stepped away completely.
Ruiza had recovered unusually fast today, though the heated make-out session they had engaged in afterwards more than made up for the time lost. Since, for now, these were the only moments he got with the beautiful D-guitarist, these encounters of forbidden pleasure and sinful undoing, Satoshi made a point of filling them as much as possible before he had to leave there again, with nothing but the memories.
“Same time next week,” Ruiza agreed with a warm, seductive smile, dark eyes of liquid chocolate glinting in sin beneath a heavy frame of black lashes, and he shifted against the wall he was no longer pinned again, but now leaned against instead, his legs obviously still weakened, but now fully capable of holding up his own weight.
Satoshi shook his head with a low chuckle, in slight defeat, and pushed the closet door open to enter the hallway of the building where Ruiza’s band's studio resided. After making sure no one was around to have heard them fucking in the janitor’s closet, which it seemed not, he took his leave without looking back.
Next week, same time. He couldn’t wait.
| The End! |
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