Nametai

by Aiya

Kisui stumbles off stage with the others. Otsukaresamadeshita’s are thrown at them from all directions. He grabs his satchel and rummages through it for the paper bag he got from the drugstore earlier.

Hope the rumors are true, or I am going to look like a fool.

He slips on his overcoat and drops the bag in his pocket. He picks up one of the guitar cases and heads out to help his band mates pack their gear into the van.

One and a half bands later they finish.

He disappears into the bathroom.

One song into the next band’s set he reappears, smoothing his suit jacket down once more. He leans against the wall, hidden from the audience’s sight by the curtains and speakers.

His view is spectacular to say the least. Fatima are in the middle of their second song. Lay and Mizuha step closer to each other, the guitarist resting his head on the bassist’s shoulder from behind. He sticks out his tongue slowly and moves it up the side of the smaller man’s face.

Fan girls scream.

They part, Lay walking around Sanaka to reach his side of the stage. The vocalist is on his knees in the middle of the stage, side to the audience. His head is tilted back, hair trailing over his shoulders and disappearing from Kisui’s view. The sequined bodice he wears glints richly in the colored lights. The black mini skirt is hitched high on his thighs, more than just his stocking tops showing.

He rolls the microphone across his chest, tugging at his top as he does so, revealing the almost iridescent colors of the tattoo on his chest.

Nametai.

Kisui bites his lip.

Sanaka puts his free hand behind him for support and stretches his neck back even further. He raises his hips. Kisui feels a moan rise in his throat as milky white thighs give way to a black vinyl covered package under Sanaka’s skirt.

Deep voice vibrates through the microphone.

“Ore ga sekusu shitai yo…”

More fan girl screaming.

The microphone is rubbed down his chest and stomach and then over the edge of his skirt. He gasps as the plastic touches the skin of his thigh and rolls towards the vinyl.

Kisui blinks.

He’s actually hard.

Phobia’s vocalist wraps his overcoat around himself for the rest of the set.

Fatima is the last band. Kisui watches the mad scramble as twenty or so young men perform a final sweep over the backroom looking for forgotten objects.

I can do this, I can.

He steps behind Sanaka as the shorter man lets out his hair and picks up his makeup bag.

He slides his hand around the other’s waist, and pulls him close, just.

Sanaka doesn’t look up.

“What Lay…?”

Kisui squeezes a little harder.

Fatima’s vocalist looks at the arm holding him and realizes it isn’t his band mate. Black overcoat, rough white material peaking out from beneath it.

Eyes meet in the mirror.

I can do this.

Whisper in Sanaka’s ear.

“Don’t take you costume or makeup off. It will be easier to get a room…”

The raven-haired one blinks, and then pushes himself back a little. He holds Kisui’s gaze and covers his hand in his own. He drags it down over his waistline, and stops as it rests against the top of his erection.

Oh my god.

His hand is held a little closer and his own cock is pressed against more

He’s so hard.

They part.

Forty minutes later the ‘after live meeting’ is over.

“Minna, mata yoroshiku onegaishimasu.”

Bows are exchanged on mass.

Kisui watches as the other leans and whispers something in his bassist’s ear. A knowing glance is fired towards him from under a shock of blonde hair. Sanaka stands and bows to his band mates again and heads to the door, overcoat opening to reveal is still stocking clad legs with every stride.

Phobia’s vocalist also gives his goodbyes, however none of his band mates know where he is going…

Dark stairwell out. Last step up. Fans not at the back entrance, a lucky break. Two steps further and glove covered hands slip out of the darkness and wrap around his waist. They clasp together over his stomach.

Voice in his ear.

“Where to…?”

“Shibuya.”

“But it’s sooooo far. I want it now…”

Sanaka’s tongue tastes the skin underneath his ear.

Shiver.

“It’s only…”

Hands slide into his coat.

“…ten…”

Arousal pressing into his ass.

“…minutes.”

Hands slide out.

Kisui twist around and licks across Sanaka’s bottom lip. The receiver seeks more but is denied.

“Don’t want to ruin your makeup.”

Crowded train ride provides plenty of friction opportunities.

Walk up the hill from Shibuya station is punctuated with frequent stops in dark corners for neck and lip licking.

Makeup and miniskirt fool the attendant; room is rented easily.

Sanaka steps through the door first. Back to the other, he slides his coat off and throws it over a chair. He sits on the bed and watches Kisui’s boots come off slowly. Two steps towards him, standing only inches away.

Hands reach up and take the bottle from his coat pocket, throwing it onto the bed, then return to pull at buttons.

“Aren’t you going to take this off?”

Don’t be nervous.

“I thought you might like to…”

“Hmmm…”

Coat buttons are undone; Sanaka stands and pushes the heavy cloth to the floor. He stares at the suit jacket.

Kisui licks his lips.

“More…?”

The red head nods.

Jacket buttons are undone, then the shirt’s.

Second, fifth, sixth, last.

Under his regular costume Kisui’s body is covered in bandages. Sanaka walks behind him and tugs off the two remaining top layers of clothing. He moves again, like a stalking cat eying his prey, studying Kisui’s form. His tongue flicks in and out as if tasting the other man in the air.

He reaches out and runs one finger along a cotton covered forearm.

“You were right, I like.”

Breathing is heavy as he speaks.

Kisui allows Sanaka to turn him around and push him onto the bed. The redhead lays flat. The other crawls up to lie next to him, running his hands over the rough wrapping. He guides Kisui to lie in the middle of the bed, head slightly elevated by pillows. He straddles him, sitting low on his thighs. Fingers trace along each and every visible edge of the bandage, line after line on Kisui’s stomach and chest. He bends forward.

First complete kiss, tongues twining together.

Sanaka is gentle at first, hands resting on the bedding, supporting him. He becomes hungrier as they move onto Kisui’s chest again. He rubs the material forcefully.

Tongues almost fighting.

The redhead is left panting as the other pulls away and stares into his eyes.

“Do you want to fuck me Kisui? Or shall I fuck you?”

Sanaka’s face is pulled closer.

“I was hoping for both…”

A happy purr emits from the Fatima vocal’s throat. The kiss begins again, and then trails down Kisui’s neck.

Bite, lick, suck, lick.

He shuffles back and lays his head on the prone man’s chest. The redhead can feel hard flesh pushing into his thigh, his own sex lightly rubbing into the other vocalist’s belly.

Sanaka’s hand runs across covered nipples again, then pulls the bandage tight. A very wet tongue flicks across one imprisoned nub of flesh. The sensation is at first dull, but as the material becomes soaked Kisui feels waves of pleasure running across his chest and down his body.

Bite.

Groan of lust.

Suck, bite, lick, suck.

Kisui grinds his body into the other man asking for more. Another purr and Sanaka sits up. He shuffles back again and flicks open the clasp on Kisui’s pants. Thighs are lifted and suit pants are flung to the floor.

Hands run from ankles to hips.

Sanaka studies the white covering momentarily, then reaches for the clasp on Kisui’s side. He rolls the bandage neatly across to the other, holding it tightly. A flash of skin is licked.

Shiver.

Sanaka pushes his free hand under the other man’s waist, passing himself the bandage. He rolls it carefully under and over again. The process is slowly repeated.

Before the third pass he hovers his face only centimeters above Kisui’s sex. As hips are lifted, the hard flesh is forced to his mouth.

Bite, lick.

Bandage is rolled.

Lick, suck.

Bandage is rolled.

Bite, suck.

Pre-come soaks through the material and is lapped at hungrily.

The base of Kisui’s cock is exposed. He moans as the skin is sampled carefully. Licked wet and hairs tugged gently.

Suck.

Bandage is rolled again. Each raise of hips brings attention to covered areas, each new flash of skin nursed carefully as it appears.

Phobia’s vocalist is almost shaking with need.

“Ahhhhh.”

Last roll of the bandage from his midsection. Bare flesh from thigh to navel.

Sanaka places one very wet lick from Kisui’s base to tip.

“Oh god….”

Tongue slides through his slit.

“Mo, mooo, moottooo kudasai.”

“Nani ga hoshii?”

Lick.

Eyes meet.

“Want to come in your mouth.”

Lick.

Kisui fumbles near his head for the bottle he knows is there, and rolls it down the bed.

“Then I want you inside me.”

The purr almost a growl this time.

They kiss again, lube opened and emptied onto a waiting hand.

Sanaka returns blissfully to his previous task.

Lick, suck, scrape over Kisui’s head. Dry hand cups balls and gently massages them. The other begins to tease his opening. Mouth and fingers synchronize, each taking a little more with each movement.

Kisui becomes more vocal with every touch. His body crying out for release. He rests his hands over Sanaka’s hair, rubbing his covered wrists into the other singer’s cheeks. Sanaka deep throats him and hits his g-spot in a single moment. One thrust, two and it is finished, body on fire.

Body heat disappears from behind him. It returns and the redhead is vaguely aware of being turned over and pulled up. Fingers enter him again, and leave. He can feel the other rubbing himself into his ass and thigh, where covered and uncovered skin meet. Hands lift his body straight.

The mirror reveals them, kneeling up, black hair pressed closely into red, tasting his neck. The dark one bends him forward a little and enters him quickly. He pulls the other man up again and runs his hands over his body, fumbling for another bandage clasp.

Found, snapped open.

This time it is removed without care. Kisui’s upper chest revealed. Sanaka finds the middle of the length and rests it over Kisui’s lips, requesting permission. They lock eyes and Kisui licks it slowly, asking for mildness. Sanaka licks his neck again as recognition. The red head opens his mouth and feels minor tension placed in the corners of his mouth as he is eased to all fours. Sanaka shifts them around slightly to the mirror and moves the bandage ends to one hand, the other’s fingerss delving into the wrappings on Kisui’s back.

They both look carefully at what they see. Sanaka appears fully clothed, skirt hitched up high, stockings shining. Kisui is on hands and knees, arms, legs and the middle of his chest and back covered in white. The bandage in his mouth leads to Sanaka’s far hand.

Kisui tugs on the strap between his lips, and pushes back just a little as he does.

Sanaka pulls back, and slams into him hard.

The uke bites down hard and screams this time, pleasure shooting thru him once again.

Side on to the reflection, Sanaka never takes his eyes of their likeness… he pounds again and again, his own voice growing, grip tightening on the wrapping around Kisui’s waist.

He tightens his hold on the white reins and manages to bend down a little to take hold of the other man’s almost recovered erection. Change in angle creates more friction around him and he comes hard, crying out. Never stopping his thrusts, gripping tightly onto the hardened flesh in his hand.

Roll apart. Sanaka on his back, the other climbs on top of him and places the clasp to one arm’s bandage over the dark haired mans mouth. He is obliged. The first is undone with nimble teeth, the others with shaking fingers, and bandages tossed away.

Kiss.

Skirt tugged down to a more modest level, beneath a completely naked man.

Kiss hungry again, Kisui moaning as his hands begin to roam. Along bare arms, under stocking tops, into soft hair. Hands slide under the lying man and tug at the zipper on his bodice. Back arches and it glides down. Sequins are slid off slowly, tossed aside. Hands explore more.

Sanaka moans at every touch on his bare skin, eyes closed, fingers gripping into the back of the other vocalist’s thighs. Feather light lines are run down the length of his neck with an eager tongue. Ears are tasted, and then tasted again.

The sampling continues down to his chest, left nipple teased and bitten. Licked better and bitten again.

Attention moves right, Kisui pauses, and sits back. This time hands slide under the others ass, skirt is undone and removed quickly.

He looks, savoring the sight. Sanaka is staring at him, hair splayed out behind his head, hands lying across his flat belly, a thumb tucked into his garter belt. One leg bent slightly, his sex sitting high against his skin again.

Kisui moves up a little and lies down again, rubbing their erections together, feeling the other man stiffen even more. He seeks out a kiss and is rewarded with an enthusiastic tongue and hands resting on his ass, grinding them together harder still.

“Nametai.”

“Nani ga nametai?

Kisui answers by pulling away and drawing a wet line around the butterfly on the naked chest beneath him. He tastes each part slowly, tracing each color again and again. His hips push into the other, hand wrapped around Sanaka’s length, pumping slowly.

“Fuck me Kisui.”

“Unn.”

He pulls back and finds lube, dripping it liberally across the other man’s sex. He caresses it again, coating his own hand in the cool liquid. Deep kiss as he tests Sanaka’s hole, whimpering beneath him becomes a plea. 

“Onegai….”

Stocking clad legs wrap around his waist to tempt him.

He pushes in to the warm tight space and begins to move, then reaches between them so he can fuck Sanaka inside and out. Hand and cock thrust together. Legs grip tighter, hips lifting off the bed. Force and speed increase, then Kisui stops suddenly. His body shudders and he falls forwards, almost spent.

Sanaka pumps into his hand and moans again, so close but needing more. Kisui pumps harder and takes the dripping tip into his mouth. He sucks until the other man stops screaming.

They crawl together and kiss again, less energy.

Arms wrap around each other and cover is climbed under to provide warmth.

“We’ll have to do this again sometime, soon.”

“Unn.”

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