Secret

by Aiya

Shinya flops into the chair, staring at his face in the mirror before him. He shifts in the seat slightly and thanks his creator that he is wearing a skirt.

It takes every ounce of discipline that he has to stop from attacking one of the other guys to find release.

Again he thanks his maker that Deg are big enough to have separate dressing rooms.

He leans his head back and closes his eyes. His hand moves to rest at the hem of his costume.

His lips part slightly.

He jumps in fear and a cry escapes his throat as a piece of cloth is tied across his eyes.

He tries to move his arms to take it off but they are held down.

“Who are….”

A finger is placed across his lips and he hears a non-descript “Shhhhhhhh….” next to his ear.

The light brush of lips replaces the finger.

He can smell makeup. It’s one of his band mates…

Shinya relaxes- a little.

“What are you doi….”

Again he is silenced by the other’s finger. This time it traces up his cheek and the palm rests gently there. His face is cupped on both sides and the intruder brings him closer for a longer kiss, tempting him to open his mouth a little.

The mystery man pulls away and Shinya feels quick fingers working at the clasps of his costume. He is eased forward and the top half is removed carefully as to not dislodge his blindfold.

A deeper kiss while hands move around his waist and undo the zipper of his skirt.

Tug. Tug.

He lifts his hips a little.

The skirt drops to the floor, is freed of legs and tossed aside.

His fingers are guided towards the other’s form and tucked under a thin sash. He ventures a little with his hands and realizes that the intruder is wearing a satin yukata.

Two thoughts occur to him simultaneously:

Both trains of thought are interrupted as he is urged to loosen the sash. The ribbon falls and he feels the robe open. The drummer reaches forward tentatively to where he thinks the other’s hips are and hears a gasp when he runs his fingers from naked waist to naked thighs. No other clothing is apparent. The air stirs as the yukata falls completely.

The aggressor drops to his knees and leans up and into kiss Shinya again. Warm hands trail from his waist down his thighs and gently ease his knees further apart. Their tongues become more forceful as their torsos meet- the drummer’s body twitching slightly when he feels heat from the other’s skin against his now solid cock.

He moans.

The mystery man leans back for air and begins to place small yet very wet kisses along Shinya’s jaw line and across to one ear. Shocks of the sensation course through him, and his moans increase in volume and intensity.

The drummer’s hands move down and around the other’s waist to grip the firm ass, tensing and releasing with each nip at his neck. He becomes bolder and slides one around in search of something even firmer, but is denied the pleasure as his hand is swatted away- and all contact ceased.

One of his hands is lifted and he is given a small slap on across the wrist.

“Gomen.”

“So, I’m supposed to sit here and… just take this?”

A light kiss on his cheek gives yes as the answer.

“Ok…”

A lick sweeps across his lips.

The welcoming hands return to his thighs, and he returns to his moaning as the assailants warm mouth envelopes one nipple. The tongue lightly swirls around it and teeth grip skin gently. This is repeated on the other nipple, and the first again and… and… Fingers are inching higher on his slim thighs and Shinya finally begs for release.

“Onegai…”

His hands rest in the other’s hair and try to persuade the talented tongue south.

“I’m soooo ready, I need more…”

A small bite is placed on his chest, the hold not released until his hands fall back to his sides.

His tormentor however relents and trails his tongue past Shinya’s waist and into fine hair.

One long slow lick from base to tip.

Shinya screams.

“Onegai….!”

“I need it now, you’ve made me so hard it hurts…”

The praise seems to please the anonymous one and the drummer gains some relief as his entire length is surrounded by the most exquisite suction he has ever experienced.

One of the mystery man’s hands cups Shinya’s balls and begins to strongly massage the space between them and his opening. The younger one can feel his whole body stiffen and the heat in his loins increase to its extreme. He cries out with pleasure and comes suddenly as a wet and obviously experienced digit slides into him and finds his g-spot in one well-targeted movement.

The tension in his body dissipates, the other sucking greedily until his now limp member is clean.

Shinya’s high dulls his senses and he barely realizes that he is being lifted to his feet for another kiss. The taste of himself begins to tempt him back to reality.

He is eased down into the chair and long fingers gently sweep hair out of his eyes.

He hears another sound, sensing that the other is moving... unsure of what is to happen now.

A light kiss on his lips, and then on his forehead.

….

Shinya hears the door behind him click, and realizes he is alone.

He leans his head back and closes his eyes. His hand moves to rest at the edge of his blindfold. Slowly sliding it off, he squints in the light and stretches.

His costume is resting across another chair, almost carefully.

The sash of his visitor’s yukata is lying on the floor. Shinya bends to pick it up and notices strands of hair caught under his ring. They glint in the light when he removes them.

Their color tells all.

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