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Sat, 15 Jul 2006 15:00:21 GMT

Title: One night
Pairing: ShiHan, ShiChul
Rating: R to... NC-17ish? 8D
Summary: Shiwon can't help the fact that his mind and body don't exactly agree.

I don't know what it is about him that makes me want to drop everything that I'm doing and ravish him, right then and there. It'll be an evening like any other, with all of us seated at the table and awaiting dinner. Dinner that he cooked for us tonight, plates of which are set down with great care in some sort of arrangment. He'll sit down, usually between Ryeowook and Kibum, and only occasionally contribute to the conversation.

At times, my gaze will find itself wandering and eyeing his movements from the corner of my eye. He'll do something simple, like bite his lower lip to keep from frowning, I'll feel an urge to touch him in ways that are certainly not appropriate for the dinner table.

I'll turn to look at Kangin instead, who is now in the middle of telling one of his many jokes, and I'll crack up in laughter, maybe even add in a knee slap or two.

This has happened on many occasions. His usual reaction is to simply smile politely. Chuckle, if it's particularly amusing. He'll then draw his eyes back to his plate, and keep quiet for the rest of the night. And I can't stand it. I can't stand this feigned innocence or this forced humility that he seems to convey at all times.

I know better than to think Hankyung is innocent. He's certainly not innocent when I have my way with him. Where is this shyness when he's completely alone with me, his bare form deliciously arched and pressed against my own, my appreciative gaze following every inch of his body?

And Hankyung? Quiet? Quite the contrary. When his lips cry out my name, silently begging for release, I fear that the others might hear. This sweet voice is for my ears only.

And now I sit here, already afraid of how the night will end.

He's staring back at me now. I can practically feel the air grow tense as the seconds pass, and I know these impure thoughts are now running through his mind as well. I can tell because he quickly lowers his gaze and won't look at me for the rest of dinner, but the blush rising to his cheeks and neck is a dead giveaway. Not only is he uncomfortable... but he's impatient for the time to pass. Hiding discomfort is about the only thing he's not good at. But it's cute. Cute? No, that's not the word for it. Erotic. Despite the fact that he's so conveniently oblivious about it.

He stands, quietly making his way out of the room after excusing himself to the others. Just a few minutes later, I follow.

Might I add that Hankyung is also a bad liar?

"I'm tired today, Shiwon. Don't make too much noise outside of my room." He slips inside, leaving me standing against the doorway and leaning on its frame. And here I waited patiently through dinner, only to be told off? I don't respond, but merely invite myself in, sit on the edge of his bed, and take his hand.

He must not be that tired, because he has enough energy to kiss me back, his free hand resting on my shoulder idly. A little nibble here, a small whisper there... and all protests are silenced for the night. Just as I knew they would be.

I bring him down to sit against my lap, one arm lacing around his waist and bringing him closer. I can feel him hesitate as he gradually allows himself to move closer, to ease further into the kiss and rest his fingers against my waistline. Despite the fact that he resisted, he's the one that's tugging at my belt, slowly undoing my zipper and pushing me back against his sheets.

Everything else is a blur. My body can only recall feeling completely enraptured, caught up in the sinful movements that his body and mine produced. My mind? Mesmerized by the sight of Hankyung pressing himself down against my length, shivering and desperate for every inch of me inside of him. Just the way I liked him.

He whispered out my name as he felt the first signs of climax -- in a voice so sweet that it was a deep contrast to his passionate cries and pleas. This alone was enough to make me shiver, and somewhere in the midst of a deep groan and a sigh, I came as well, holding him close as our bodies reveled in these waves of pleasure.

The seconds passed. We laid in silence for the next couple of moments, his form curled up against mine, his warm cheek pressing against my shoulder. My thumb now brushed against his temple gently. But I didn't dare kiss him.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread...

He turned to look at me, the gaze in his eyes so warm and comforting. And he asked me to stay for the night, a tentative hand brushing its fingers through my hair.

He always asks me to stay.

I smiled weakly at him, the thought of causing such a lovely friend distress feeling like blasphemy. I should have apologized. He deserved better than this. I couldn't shrug it off.

"You know I can't, Hankyung," I remember saying this quickly, my voice unmoved even as I battled internally.

I felt the warmth leave from him immediately, his eyes drawing to the ground. In the quick glance that I caught of him in that instance, there was nothing. No feigned innocence. No kindness. No anger.

"Right. Heechul," he said. I could barely hear him give a little sigh, though nothing else betrayed any emotion. Damn him. Damn Hankyung for being polite in even the most daunting situations.

It angered me. I couldn't fathom that anyone would be this passive. That he would be so weak as to not push me away, even though he knew that I wouldn't stay with him.

"Right."

And this was the last thing I said to him before I slipped out into the empty hallway, even more confused than when the night had just begun.

But only one thing was different about this night as compared to any other. I didn't leave. Not for a good two hours. I sat against the wall after every light in the house had been shut off.

I can vaguely remember hearing the sounds of muffled cries that night.

Or was that wishful thinking?

Mon, 19 Jun 2006 19:04:43 GMT

Title: Alone
Author: sexualsadism
Band: Super Junior
Pairings: KiChul
Overall Rating: PG
Summary: Just a little ficlet with no real point...

A/N: I wrote this fic while in physics class, and it's very crappy. XD;; Sorry about that. I kinda get bored with four hours of physics.

He's always alone. He likes it that way, I think. We're so different in that aspect. I could never stand to be alone. Well, I like to be alone when I watch him.

I observe him. I tell myself that this isn't a stalkish tendency. It can't be. I know him. You can't be someone's stalker if you know them well enough, can you? I think he knows that my eyes are on him sometimes. He likes to sit outdoors, reclined against the balcony and his knees upon his chest. I watch him from inside (the mosquitos are vicious around here!), peeking through the window like a curious little Heechul.

I really don't know why I like watching him. His gaze is distant... somewhat devoid, cast towards the horizon. His eyes don't have that charming glint that Shiwon's do. Nor do they hold feigned innocence like Sungmin's. They aren't significant, really. They shouldn't be. But they captivate me, still.

Most of the time I wonder what he's thinking. I wonder if he's tired. If he's eaten yet. Does he feel alone? I want to know... I must know if something is troubling him or if he's simply enjoying this rare time of quiet reflection. One can never really tell with him.

There's chaos behind me. There's laughter and occasionally, there are cries of pain from our bandmates. They're crazy. But I seem not to notice. I'm momentarily deaf, and my world revolves around him.

He'll spot me sometimes, and I'll curse myself for getting caught and I'll wonder how long he has noticed me. And I'll worry. I'll worry that he'll think I'm some kind of weirdo (though I'm certainly not your average guy!) who stares at people from behind windows.

But then he smiles at me. And I don't worry. I don't wonder. I don't think. He smiles at me, and I know he's glad he's not alone.

PDA (one-shot)

Sat, 13 May 2006 00:57:24 GMT

Title: PDA
Author: sexualsadism
Band: YG family
Pairings: TaebinxSe7en
Overall Rating: PG-13 for use of the F word and... implied stuff.
Summary: Taebin grows concerned about Dongwook's tendency to touch him when they're in public. Is he ashamed?

A/N: This fic is completely unbetaed, so please forgive any syntax errors that may be there. Also, I managed to write a fic in only one day! This is truly a feat for me.

There was never a time when he wasn’t thinking about Taebin. When he was onstage performing… At press conferences… When he was simply Dongwook, reclined against the couch in his living room. The thoughts, at times, seemed to drive him to the brink of insanity. To think about an individual this much certainly wasn’t healthy. What was the term for it… obsession?

It was difficult to maintain a level of professionalism when all he could think about were those arms… those perfectly sculpted arms, wrapped around his waist. His conscious was clouded with those eyes, so deliciously devious when initiating an sinful gesture –

“We’re synchronizing!” Came a deep voice from within the next room.

His thoughts were interrupted by this voice, and it was then that reality hit. Right. The recording studio. He feigned a tiny smile and readjusted his headphones. Time to get this thing recorded…

Dongwook nodded to each command, each of which is strained to hear. Though the voices coming from outside were muffled, they were a constant reminder of what he should be doing. He took a deep breath before allowing himself to slip into the intricate melody…

No. He couldn’t even get into the first stanza. It just had to be a love song. How empty those words would feel. What a travesty they were, utterly rehearsed and impersonal.

“Please,” he spoke softly, reaching up to wipe a bit of perspiration from his forehead. “Let me take a five-minute break, or so. I’m not feeling too well today.”

Before he could even receive a response, Dongwook was out of the room and in the nearest hallway. His feet paced the floor restlessly.

~~~

It had happened a few days ago. Tuesday, to be exact. A Tuesday just like every other Tuesday before it, filled with routine and ending with a peaceful night at home. Dongwook and Taebin had been finishing the last of their take-out that night, huddled around the living room table and offering little conversation. That was usually the case when they were dead tired, nothing out of the ordinary.

“Why do you always do that?” Taebin interrupted the silence that had previously prevailed.

Dongwook looked up from his chopsticks, which had now been crafted into makeshift toy swords. “Do what?” He replied absently, smiling and catching the other’s eye.

But there was no trace of a smile anywhere near Taebin’s lips. “Touch me.”

Dongwook couldn’t help but drop his “swords”, and he resisted the urge to laugh. What the fuck? What kind of question was that? “Because… you’ve never had a problem with it before? Oh, and I think you forgot that I love you?”

Taebin shook his head, and even in the dim lighting of the room, Dongwook noticed, he looked absolutely stunning.

“I don’t mean that. In public. Onstage. Whenever its not appropriate to let your hormones take over, dongsaeng.” The older man’s voice was low, lacking any presence of its usual, playful tone.

Dongwook didn’t like it when Taebin was completely serious.

He crossed his arms. The meaning of what Taebin was trying to get at was finally becoming clear, and he wasn’t liking the direction this conversation was taking. “Come on,” he said dryly. “You can’t be serious. You’re ashamed for someone to see us together?”

Did their food have something indigestible in it tonight? No, that was just the lump forming in Dongwook’s throat.

A few more seconds of silence passed. Dongwook couldn’t remember the last time the night air, normally refreshing and relaxing, had felt so cold.

Taebin’s glance was now off to the side, his hand resting on his chin as he crossed his legs. “I don’t want people to wonder, that’s all.” It was difficult for the older man to convey exactly what he was trying to get at, and the way things were going, the night was going to end on a sour note.

Dongwook felt the blood rush to his cheeks and neck, his lips pursing tightly as he tried to suppress the urge to let the many emotions running through his veins take over. “You’re ashamed.”

“I’m not ashamed! Can’t you see this would ruin us?!” Taebin stood, raising his voice for the first time that night.

Dongwook followed suit, taking a step forward and allowing his gaze to pierce directly into the older man’s. “If you’re not ashamed, then why should you care?”

The blonde was left speechless for a moment. It took every inch of will in his body to not admit defeat. He wanted to admit defeat. He really did. If only it was that easy. Finally, he spoke.

“Listen. I just think personal life and work should remain separate, okay?” Taebin’s eyebrows raised, and he was trying to remain neutral. It was difficult, especially while having to stare down at Dongwook’s fiery gaze, something that he usually did only in a different, much more appealing context.

Taebin’s hand slowly found its way to cup Dongwook’s chin, raising his features so that he gazed tenderly at the beautiful man before him. He shouldn’t have cared. He shouldn’t have thought. He should have just… kissed.

And so he did, with the slightest brushing of the lips, a chaste gesture that made Taebin’s breath hitch in his throat. Dongwook found it somewhere in his will to turn his head away, teeth leaving temporary marks on his lower lip.

Taebin sighed, moving away from the younger man. “Don’t touch me anymore. Not where others can see.”

And just like that, Taebin had left.

~~~

Four days. For four days, Taebin hadn’t called or turned up at Dongwook’s apartment.

His five-minute break was over. But Dongwook had already left the studio, and was making his way towards the familiar dwelling, just a few blocks down. Taebin wouldn’t be there, as he was busy that day as well, but he would be in for a surprise.

Never in his life had he been so determined to accomplish something than today. Taebin would not have the last word. He reached into his pocket for a piece of paper and a pen, leaned against the doorway to the apartment, and began to write furiously.

Hyung.

Don’t touch me, in private, anymore. It’s only fair if I can’t touch you in public.

He slipped the note beneath the door and walked away, feeling much better.

~~~

Taebin loved the feel of soft skin against his own, gently probing digits burrowing themselves in the surface of his back. He loved the soft cries that begged for more, and the lithe figure that fell against his bed when they had finished making love.

“Damn you…”

Needless to say, Taebin was forced to admit defeat.

Damn those hormonal urges…

Sadly, I only write once every blue moon.

Thu, 23 Mar 2006 02:51:57 GMT

Title: Hourly
Authors: sexualsadism (shinya)
Band: Merry
Pairings: KenichixYuu
Overall Rating: PG in first chapter, NC-17 in second.
Chapters: 1/2
Summary: Don't EVER tell Yuu that you don't want to go anywhere with him.
Comments: I love this pairing, but there's like, no Merii fanfiction. Anyways, there's Kenichi being stupid and Yuu getting him to shut up.

Notes: There will be PWP lemon in the second chapter, if my brain can process correctly. Also, what Kenichi does is actually a secret urge and aspiration of mine someday.

~~~

The sole purpose of an escort bar was to provide humor. Or at least, that was the way Kenichi saw it. On certain nights, tonight being one of them, he would dress up in a fitted suit, tame his unruly hair (somewhat!), and make himself at home in one of these venues. The first one or two occasions had been a bit nerve-wracking, but his confidence had swelled his confidence.

He was settled at the bar, a slim cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, his attention completely focused on the pretty young thing before him. Yuki was his name. Or was it? Kenichi couldn’t recall. Not that it mattered much.

The place wasn’t too shady. Dimly lit and filled with the hum of soft music, it was even a bit calming. He had properly introduced himself within the first five minutes of the discussion, skipped the formalities, and was appeared ready to get right down to business.

“I have a bit of a foot fetish,” Kenichi remarked, breaking the silence that had dominated the conversation until that point. It took every ounce of will within him to not crack up with laughter.

Yes, the only reason he was present here tonight (or any night, for that matter) was to taunt the top escort of the evening. He almost felt a pang of guilt, mocking the innocent man like so – until he remembered that his entire purpose was to deceive and make a profit from lonely men and women.

Yuki (Or maybe his name was Ritsuko?) only replied with a pleasant smile, his overly exaggerated features stiffening.

“My feet, I can assure you, are beautiful, Kenichi-san. If you would like to see…” He crossed his legs for emphasis, carefully plucked eyebrows rising. You can see for a couple hundred yen extra…

A playful smirk spread across Kenichi’s lips, his cigarette now resting against one of the many ashtrays scattered around the bar counter. His head tilted, the soft curls of his hair falling against his pale cheeks.

I wonder how far I can take this…

“But you see,” the guitarist murmured, raising his thumb so that it brushed against the other’s temple. Blech. Too much cheap makeup. “My main pastime is participating in golden showers.”

He paused, watching as Yuki cringed, just the slightest bit.

“So… how much extra is it for me to urinate on your foot?”

If the other had a reaction, Kenichi was unable to catch it, for his attention was thrown off track as he became conscious of the firm hand against his shoulder. A deep voice was unable to hide its amusement.

“I didn’t know you were into that, Ken.”

Kenichi turned his head to meet Yuu’s ever-friendly gaze.

The other guitarist looked as stunning as ever. He was dressed somewhat casually in jeans and a black blazer, his dark brown hair meticulously combed and nearly flawless. A moderately sized bag rested on his shoulders, causing him to slouch a bit. This was apparently the only place nearby that Yuu could find to get a drink. That was the only plausible reason as to why he would ever step into any place of this sort. He sat down on the stool next to Kenichi, motioning for the bartender to give him a light drink.

Almost immediately, Kenichi had lost whatever interest he had fabricated towards the escort. He shoved a few yen in his direction and turned his attention towards his bandmate and friend, who was now staring at him in quiet disbelief.

“I’m a pretty wild guy, you know,” Kenichi grinned.

“I’m sure,” Yuu replied, reaching up to ruffle Kenichi’s hair gingerly. “Aren’t you supposed to be at a press meeting right now?”

Kenichi laughed dryly, watching as Yuu downed the rest of his drink with one fluid, almost graceful, movement.

“It was boring, so I found something better to do.”

Kenichi knew that he was just asking for a lecture on ’blah blah responsibility, blah blah blah.’ Was he mistaken, or had he joined a band to escape routine and structure in the first place?

Yuu, however, only frowned.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“So you could go instead?”

Yuu watched the base of his glass as the ice rolled around its circumference. He was now suppressing the urge to order another drink. The gentle music of the venue was nearly lulling him to sleep. “No, we could have gone somewhere or something.”

“Where would we have gone? I might have not wanted to go there.”

Yuu’s eyes narrowed. Kenichi was such an ass sometimes. “I don’t know… If we couldn’t think of anything, we could have just gone to my place and hung out.”

It was an unspoken rule that by default, Kenichi was not allowed to have company over. Not until he hired a maid to clean the post-nuclear warzone that was his apartment, anyways.

Kenichi lit his last cigarette of the night carefully, taking a long drag and resting his elbow on the counter, the usual playful smile dancing on his lips. He set his glance on Yuu’s sharp features, which were creased with the slightest hint of annoyance.

“And just what makes you think I’d rather hang out with you than with my good friend, Yuki?” He nodded in the escort’s direction.

Kenichi expected, at the very least, the other guitarist to roll his eyes in disgust. He never expected the delicate sensation of the other’s lips brushing against his own. The gesture was somewhat chaste but entirely tender, punctuated by the slightest brush of fingertips against his cheeks. As if on instinct, for that brief moment, Kenichi’s eyes had fluttered shut.

He was sure he would become paralyzed by surprise the instant that Yuu pulled away.

Not that Yuu would have allowed him to say anything remotely coherent.

“For starters, I don’t charge by the hour,” his frown deepened, and he reached forward to give Kenichi a light smack across his cheek. Well, that certainly made him feel better.

And with that, Kenichi was left utterly speechless, watching only as Yuu swung his bag over his shoulder and calmly walk away.

Damn that bastard.

Unwelcome Admiration (one-shot)

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 06:32:40 GMT

Title: Unwelcome Admiration
Author: Aruma
Bands: D'espairsRay
Pairings: KaryuxHizumi
Overall Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hizumi gets revenge in his own way. Obscuring a vocalist's concentration is never good.
Comments: One-shot. PWP. This is my first fic in like... four years! (No, seriously.) So.. please don't be too harsh!

Author's Notes: This... is the first fic that I've ever, ever finished. Does this even count, seeing as its a one-shot PWP? Ahh well. I'm QUITE rusty on my fic writing, seeing as the last fic I started writing was... roughly four years ago? Yeah, my history is pretty bad. Anyways, comments are appreciated! (I guess... flames make me sad though. I'm sensitive. ;_;)

I ran this thing through spell check and had it beta-ed a bit, but please forgive any possible errors!

~~~

The lights were on him. He disregarded the fact that there were others surrounding him, admiring his dark, lanky form as it arched elegantly for the camera. Undeniably, he was lost to the world, his entire presence proving more than it appeared as he melded into what the underground world loved him for. Hizumi - A stoic, darkly beautiful, but never outwardly attractive, raven. Yes, that was the word for it.

The long strands of black fabric that draped over his pale form barely covered him, leaving very little to the imagination. Dim lights gleamed against the exposed flesh of his torso and upper thighs, and the vocalist felt an odd sense of... modesty? Since when? There were many appreciative eyes upon him, but one gaze stood out in particular.

The stare made him uneasy.

~~~

Karyu sighed as he reclined against the sofa, eyes fluttering shut. The day had seemed to drag on endlessly, and the time for rest had finally arrived.

"Dammit, Zero, get your foot off my foot!" He mumbled, abruptly kicking the bassist's "foot" beneath the coffee table, only to emit a tiny howl of pain almost immediately.

"That's the table leg, Karyu," Zero replied calmly, hands folded across his lap.

The two men were seated in the hotel lobby, resting for a bit before making their way to their hotel rooms. Although "a bit" had turned into thirty minutes after some time.

Zero laughed. "You should probably head up to bed or something. You look like shit."

Karyu shot him a silent glare, only to quietly doze off a few seconds later. He made no incentive to move.

"That means get up."

Karyu sighed. "Alright, alright." He stood, stretching his long limbs for a moment. "Night, Zero."

The bassist mumbled something inaudible before nodding and giving a half-hearted wave in the guitarist's direction.

~~~

Within a few minutes, Karyu had made his way up to the fifth floor, his head bowed and swaying slightly from exhaustion. What was so tiring about a simple photoshoot, anyway? He exited the elevator, walking towards the end of the hallway to the room he and Hizumi were sharing. Knowing Hizumi, he was probably fast asleep.

Just to be safe, he entered quietly. Sure enough, the lights were dimmed, a small lump that was obviously the small vocalist present beneath the blankets.

Soon, he himself was ready for bed, a long t-shirt covering his upper body. He climbed into bed next to the "lump", adjusting until he found a suitable position for rest. He was almost about to drift off when a soft voice broke the silence.

"Karyu?"

"Hizumi, I thought you were asleep!"

"I was, you jerk," Hizumi responded with a playful kick to the other's shin. He turned around to face Karyu.

"I tried to come in quietly, you ungrateful bastard," Karyu smiled, reaching to brush a few locks of black hair from Hizumi's forehead.

Hizumi frowned. "How about you don't come in at all?" He turned back around, giving the guitarist a lovely view of his... back.

Karyu rolled his eyes. "Brat."

There was silence for a few minutes after that.

"Karyu?"

"Yes?"

"Today was a good day, huh?"

"Yep."

"I think I like the way they set us up in the pictures, don't you?"

"Mmm... I think I do."

A shriek of surprise filled the room.

Karyu had been hastily, in a motion so quick that he could barely have sensed it, shoved off the surface of the bed, his eyes clouded with confusion as he impacted the floor. His palms rested on its cold surface, the abrupt sensation of pain making him wince in disapproval.

"What the fuck was that for?!" He spat out angrily, eyes following the vocalist's every movement. He slipped out of bed, making his way over to Karyu.

An unreadable smirk was painted on Hizumi's lips. He hovered over the taller man's fallen body, positioning himself so that he straddled Karyu's lap.

"I know you liked it," Hizumi's smile grew, and he leaned down to place a simple, chaste kiss on his lips, making Karyu's breath hitch in his throat.

Hizumi laughed shortly, sliding his hands beneath the hem of Karyu's shirt and allowing the lithe digits to brush against the warm sides of his torso.

Karyu smirked. "I can't help it if you looked delicious... was it a crime to stare?"

The vocalist remained quiet, subtly slipping his tentatively, ever curious touch beneath the sheer boxers that he wore. "That was more than just staring," he murmured, grabbing ahold of the waistband firmly and sharply pulling it down to his knees with one swift movement. His eyes held a devious glint to them as they stared at the sight before him. Predictably enough, the guitarist's arousal had already been awakened.

"You were shamelessly..." he pursed his lips, his digits now moving the hem of Karyu's shirt upwards, intentionally moving at a slothlike pace. "Undressing me with your eyes," he purred, grinning as Karyu obediently raised his hands over his head. Within a few seconds, he was disrobed, the guitarist's body shivering lightly as it was exposed to the atmosphere.

Karyu rested his hands on Hizumi's hips, growing increasingly impatient with Hizumi's antics. He bit down upon his lip, moving quickly to unbutton the vocalist's pajama top. To this, the vocalist hissed, fiercely slapping away Karyu's hands from his body and grabbing ahold of his wrists, pinning them down to the cold floor. He leaned down to brush his lips against the guitarist's earlobe, words heavy and taunting. There was a slight shift in his position, and he now lay over the taller man's form. "You'd like to see me naked and vulnerable right now, wouldn't you? Isn't this exactly what you were thinking a few hours ago?"

The guitarist gulped, completely taken aback by this temporary change of character, but at the same time inwardly pleased. "I would. And I was." He purposely arched his body slightly off the floor, brushing his exposed erection against the front of Hizumi's pants with an evident smirk.

Hizumi growled in response, moving quietly to capture Karyu's lips in his own. The two men exchanged a feverish, yet strangely tender kiss, lips departing painfully and with a sense of lingering ardor between them. The vocalist remained close to the other's features, the tips of their noses barely touching.

"What were you thinking about then?" Hizumi purred. His ever-wandering hand was now making its way down the slope of Karyu's abdomen, lingering along his inner thighs. "Maybe your thoughts went a little something like this..."

Those pale digits would curl around Karyu's now throbbing, stiffened arousal, drawing out a couple of teasing, dragged strokes, the vocalist's lips finding refuge in the gentle curve of Karyu's neck.

Karyu cried out softly in response, arching his form upward as he tried to get the vocalist to do something, anything, that wouldn't be so torturous. He replaced his hands on Hizumi's hips, silently begging the other man through tiny whimpers of his name.

Hizumi bit down on the sensitive flesh of his neck, the tip of his tongue brushing over exposed collarbones. He did little to speed up or differ his ministrations, only offering the teasing of Karyu's tip with his thumb and forefinger, which in turn caused tiny shivers of sensation to travel up Karyu's spine. "Hizumi..." he pouted, hands leaving their hold on Hizumi's waist and cupping the smaller man's chin.

Karyu felt Hizumi's featherlike strokes leave his most urgent need altogether. He sighed in disapproval, but the still remaining sensible side of his mind told him that it was best to leave it to Hizumi. For now. Hizumi's smile was now near his lips once more, kissing him momentarily before parting his lips slightly and whispering softly. "Did you want me to be naked just so you could admire me?"

Karyu licked his lips thoughtfully, trying to ignore the fact that he was on the brink of losing all self control from Hizumi's teasing. "No."

"Do tell, Karyu."

"I wanted to fuck you raw."

Hizumi's eyes widened in mock surprise, and he sat back up, tactfully running his hand down the front of his own pajamas, past the elastic waistband, firmly gripping his own arousal which, until now, had been selectively disregarded. His lips parted slightly, emitting whispered moans as his hand moved beneath the veil of fabric, covering what sinful motions were underway. "Is that so?" he gasped out.

The vocalist stood, quietly removing his hand from beneath the fabric and pulling down his pajama bottoms. The pale flesh was soon exposed for Karyu's devious eyes to linger upon, as he stared with the same fervor he had exhibited earlier today. Hizumi was by no means frail, but his body was undeniably beautiful. He pulled his shirt over his head, those piercing eyes never leaving Karyu's.

Karyu's gaze cherished every exquisite gleam upon Hizumi's chest, following the vocalist as he moved. There was no more time for waiting.

He too, stood, placing a firm hold upon Hizumi's toned arms and forcefully guiding him towards the edge of the bed.

"If you want to fuck me so badly, then why are you taking so long?" Hizumi asked, his head tilting his question, a smirk gracing his features even as he was pushed to sit against the edge mattress.

Karyu growled, reaching for the nearest counter and retrieving a bottle of lubrication. Having a few nowadays proved to be a handy investment in the past month or so... He dispensed the substance to his fingers, coating the tips. His gaze remained on Hizumi as he watched the tables turning -- the vocalist was turning into the impatient being.

He approached Hizumi carefully, like a cat uncertain of a new intruder to its territory.

"Maybe," Karyu purred, bracing his hold on the curve of Hizumi's inner thighs, lifting them to curl around his waist, the smirk on his face a sure sign of delight. "My mind has changed since then. Maybe I'd rather leave you here, and release myself just as easily." But even as he spoke, two lithe, slick digits probed into the tight ring of flesh of the other's rear, exploring its depths with this sinful action.

The frown of disapproval on Hizumi's lips soon melded into a soft cry of pain, the invasion having been sudden. Long nails raked along the pale, unmarked skin of Karyu's back. Lips pursed as he eased into the gradual sensation, hips involuntarily rising from the mattress to search for more, to satisfy the carnal pleasure that every inch of his body now longed for.

"Now, please..." Hizumi found himself pleading.

Karyu shivered, positioning himself before the smaller man, the tip of his need quivering as it entered into the sensitive flesh. Immediate passion tingled throughout their skin.

The guitarist was unforgivably rapacious in his movements, forcibly maneuvering himself towards the bed and pinning down the vocalist with both hands firmly planted against his chest. He gasped, thrusting feverishly into Hizumi, marvelling at the tiny whimpers that would be emitted from his small lover.

It wasn't clear if these cries were of pain or pleasure, but they seemed to only motivate Karyu further. He drew Hizumi into a clumsy, yearning kiss, his warm, moist appendage mimicking the movements of their lower regions. The vocalist's desirous moans were muffled into the liplock, hands clutching desperately to Karyu's shoulders now.

The pace was quickened with some difficulty, for the warm, tight cavern would tighten and clench around his pulsating length, which was now impaling the vocalist's form against the sheets. Their subsequent cries seemed to meld together into one, Hizumi's body quivering with spasms of pleasure, indicating that he was dangerously near the point of climax.

Karyu departed painfully from the taste of Hizumi on his lips, his otherwise teasing gaze clouded with the combination of every lecherous thought he had ever fabricated. He watched the man below him, who was now flustered with a crimson tinge, those piercing, unmistakable eyes staring fiercely into his own. He groaned, trickling his touch from Hizumi's chest to the vocalist's erection, stroking the engorged flesh with quick, unyielding, and simultaneous caresses.

This proved to be too much for Hizumi, his orgasm sudden and without warning. He gasped loudly, arching violently into the mattress with a sudden movement and whispering Karyu's name into the night air. He convulsed beneath the taller man as he came, tainting the uncovered distance between them with his seed.

Inevitably, Karyu would soon follow, a few frenzied thrusts into the vocalist's smaller body. Both palms would cup Hizumi's rear, one last moan escaping slightly parted lips as he too came, filling his lover's body with a wild, heated rush that made Hizumi shiver.

Karyu fell against the other side of the mattress, his entire body in complete exhaustion, hand upon his chest as he struggled to regain his normal breathing. The fact that he had been tired to begin with made him feel as if he couldn't get up, even if he tried. It didn't help that he had gotten no sleep the night before, either. He sighed, eyes fluttering shut and ready to doze off...

Hizumi, on the other hand, kept an elbow propped against the bed, his chin resting on the back of his hand. "Karyu."

There was silence.

"Karyu," he repeated, this time a bit more firmly.

"What?"

It took all of Hizumi's strength not to smirk as he spoke. He was now up and about, quickly scrambling into... jeans and a t-shirt? "We have an autograph signing in thirty minutes, at nine. Get your lazy ass up."

He had to be kidding.

It was in this moment that Karyu felt as if he could truly...

Cry.

Life was so unfair.