Secret Kept

by Aiya

~sequel to Himitsu ja nai

“I want to keep you.”

The words are barely spoken, almost lost.

“Last night… I wouldn’t have, unless…”

He pulls away from he other, cold air separating them, his face etching with something approaching humiliation or maybe pain.

Baritone shakes.

“I knew you wouldn’t want…”

The words are assaulted doubly, a very solid kiss covering his mouth and a severe lack of breath as his lungs are relieved of air by the drummer’s strong hold.

“Die-chan wa ore no koto suki no?”

Voice shaking now with anticipation…

“Daisuki…”

The red head continues his answer with a kiss; Shinya’s hold releasing a little as his lips are opened by the guitarist’s. The kiss is tender but not shy, tongues relax and breathing patterns match.

They lie like this; on their sides, bodies pressed together, eyes closed, fingers entwined in each other’s hair. Tongues dance, the kiss lingers, slow movement, gentle caresses.

Shinya shifts scarcely closer and the guitarist’s eyes flick open. The younger one’s erection is pressing into his thigh so hard it could be construed as a threat. The red head had become content with the idea of lying together like this all night, so soft and close; but it is obvious that his new lover needs…

Mouths grow hungry but not starved as Die runs his hands down the drummer’s neck and back. They move over hips and he begins to remember Shinya’s traced patterns on the soft white skin of the drummer’s ass, small circles, large.　Fingers move slowly to the tender area on the front of Shinya’s hip. Die can feel the others need build, his breathing a little faster, tongue more insistent, just.

The guitarist breaks from the kiss and pulls away slightly to observe the other’s face.

Eye’s closed, lips parted, tongue tracing the inside of his mouth with the same patterns as Die’s hands. The same circles begin again with the red head’s tongue, along the feminine jaw line and stopping to lap at the tender skin of the drummer’s ear.

Once more the whisper is dangerously close to imperceptible.

“I want you inside of me Shin-chan. Do you want… please?”

Tongue flicks out again, Shinya gasps.

“Want Daisuke…”

More circles with Dies tongue until the younger one pushes him onto his back. Laying himself atop of the other, they start to kiss again. The red head running his hands up and down the drummers body from waist to shoulders; Shinya’s again entangled in the guitarists locks. The brunette pushes his hips down more and sighs with approval as he feels Die begin to grow hard again. He pulls himself away and scrambles over to grab hold of the oil he had used before. He is a little surprised to see Die lying on his stomach again when he turns back. He lies on his side and resumes their lips’ touch as he empties oil onto his hands. The drummer traces down the center of Die’s ass, finger slowly dipping further in the lower it goes. The tiny hairs on the back of Die’s neck stand on end, and he moans as the finger pushes more insistently, then pulls back to circle his opening. Legs hitch a little higher and wider automatically. The finger enters him and his muscles clamp hard. Eyes seek out others and his voice shakes.

“Slowly please Shin-chan, slowly.”

Voice steadies.

“I want this to last…”

Shinya smiles and his touch becomes lighter. His tongue dances across the older one’s lips, and then enters the warm cavern of his mouth barely, mirroring the actions of his finger. Eventually tongues entwine and the digit is completely encased in Die’s channel. Shinya begins to slowly thrust, marveling at just how responsive the older man is to his touch. Every now and then he lets other fingers brush at Die’s balls and relishes the small whimpers of pleasure he receives as reward.

“Motto onegai…”

“Anything.”

A second finger, same slow movement, same soft tongue, and then Die cries out and his kiss becomes more frenzied.

“Motto, motto…Mou ikai…”

Shinya obliges, a third finger slowly joining the others. This time it is the drummer who pulls back to watch the other.

Die’s back is arched, hips slightly raised. His face is pressed hard into soft sheets, red hair splayed away. His hands grip onto the futon, knuckles whitening every time his voice announces that Shinya has hit his pleasure once more.

Kiss again, more pressure as fingers twist and stroke. Shinya’s own need grows more as Die’s response to his touch becomes stronger. Words are forced through strained breath.

“Shin-chan…

Kirei.

I want…”

“Daisuke mo hoshii yo.”

Last strong kiss.

The younger one pulls away and moves behind Die. Fingers slipping out and both hands resting on white skin. Raising hips and easing apart tender flesh.

One long lick from balls to waist, Die moans none too softly.

Shinya positions himself, but pauses, not quite knowing why, and adds an extra coating of oil to himself. He pushes slowly; using all the control he has not to impale Die with one swift movement. The muscles of the guitarist’s ass offer resistance, pressing tightly around the drummer in the most superb way. He breathes deeply and leans forward so he can reach Die’s sex. He caresses his head with slick fingers, flicking slowly around the ridge. He feels the older man begin to relax, he pushes again, filling him completely now.

The one salty drop that rolls down Die’s cheek does not go unnoticed.

Shinya begins to build a rhythm with his hand slowly, relishing the matching pace that Die’s breathing takes on. He then slowly moves within the other man, stroking the other from the inside. Die moans as the pressure inside his body increases, each caress by Shinya’s sex and movement of the younger one’s hand pushing him higher. His head tilts back and panting takes on its own tempo, increasing and loosing pattern. Shinya stays with the same long deliberate thrusts but increases the pace of his hand’s movements. He feels Die harden completely then come, whispering the drummer’s name as he does so.

The scent of Die, the taste of his seed licked from long fingers and the contractions around Shinya’s cock see he too climax. His movements stop and his body shudders, release coming in almost lingering surges.

The brunette lies on his new lover, stroking his hair at first then wrapping his arms around the slim waist under him. He withdraws and slides onto the futon, rolling Die over so that he can taste the rest of his cream. When done, he kisses his way lightly back to the older mans mouth. Their lips and tongues meet momentarily, then arms envelope tightly as heads nestle into each other’s hair.

Again, the barely discernible whisper.

“Arigatou Shin-chan.”

“Why didn’t you tell me Daisuke?”

“I…

I didn’t know if you would…”

Heads separate and a kiss is placed with quintessential care.

Faces return to their previous hiding places.

“Anything.”

Sleep summons.

“Ne, Dai-chan…”

“Unn.”

“Ashita, ore wa uke onegai.”

“Nandemo.”