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last_pleasureentry #09, Fitting In by Mirabai
synopsis: Tsunehito joins D and learns much about his new bandmates.
ratings/warnings: Hard R. Swearing, kissing, and rubbing.
entered in: category 1 (open)
dartboard: yes
concrit: 3
"Ohaiyo gozaimasu, Tsunehito."
Tsunehito started in surprise, so lost in thought he had been, and turned as Hiroki shrugged off his thick winter coat.
"Good morning, Hiroki," he murmured, smiling in that soft, almost hesitant way he did, then returned his attention to tuning his bass.
Hiroki moved across the practice room, quietly dragging out the drum set he kept locked up at night. "You're here early," he said as he arranged his cymbals. "You'll find, most often, I'm the only one here for a good ten minutes or so before the others show up."
"Would you prefer to be alone before practice?" Tsunehito asked without looking up, long fingers moving lightly over the thick strings with practiced ease.
Hiroki paused, elbows resting on one tom. "Well, I don't honestly care one way or another, really. It's more a matter of habit than from any actual wanting to have additional time by myself." He grinned broadly and scratched his soft brown hair. "What I mean to say is that the others are just a little bit lazier than I am."
That at last brought a smile to the other's lips. It was sometimes disconcerting to Hiroki just how quiet the man could be, even though he really wasn't particularly shy...
"So by all means, come as early as you wish."
Asagi arrived a few minutes later, hands shoved deep into his pockets, pitch-black hair windblown around his solemn face as he greeted the others.
"Hidezou's picking up Ruiza and they're on their way now." Hiroki nodded and he turned his attention to Tsunehito. "How do you like your new apartment?
Tsunehito's fingers stilled, the last note stretching to silence as the bassist contemplated before answering.
"It's a lot different than my old one," he admitted, "but I think it will do just fine for now."
"How do you like the neighborhood?" Hiroki called from behind his drum set. "I've lived very near here for quite some time."
Tsunehito frowned. "There aren't any signs anywhere!" He looked away, embarrassed. "I don't know how they expect anyone to find a gas station, let alone someplace to eat, when hardly any of the streets are marked." He cleared his throat softly and grinned ruefully. "I got a little turned this morning, or I would have been even earlier."
"So you haven't yet?"
The bassist quirked an eyebrow. "Haven't what?"
"Eaten." Hiroki leaned forward on his drum set. "You haven't eaten yet this morning, have you?"
Tsunehito sighed and shook his head. "No, not yet, but I don't-"
"Good." Hiroki straightened up, twirling one well-worn drumstick between his fingers. "After practice we can grab something to eat and I can show you around a bit." He flashed his biggest, sweetest smile. "That is, unless you have plans?"
The door behind them opened and Ruiza and Hidezou stumbled in, the taller of the two with his arm around the other in a loose headlock, pretending to choke the other man. Tsunehito regarded the giggling men a moment, then nodded his head.
"All right," he said, "I suppose a guide would help."
"Sorry we're late," Ruiza said as the two newcomers chucked their coats and plopped down on the couch, sandwiching Asagi between them. "Hide need gas and insisted on searching all across town for the cheapest place."
"Gas is expensive these days!" Hidezou growled.
"But I'm willing to bet you wasted more gas driving around from station to station this morning than what you actually saved in money." Hidezou made to retort, but then gave up, realizing Ruiza was probably right.
"Okay," Asagi patted both men's knees and used them as leverage to haul himself out of the old, deep-seated couch. "Let's get to work."
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"You need a ride home?" Asagi called as he pulled on his coat and scarf. Ruiza shook his head as Hidezou sat down beside him.
"Nah, Hide's going to help me fix my spare," he indicated the black Fender in his lap, "then take me home. But thanks!"
Tsunehito carefully packed away his beloved bass, taking his time since it would take Hiroki longer to disassemble his set enough to fit it in the cage. Setting the hard case on the floor, he pulled on his coat, eyes roaming around the room, finally settling on the two guitarists on the couch.
Hidezou was leaning close to Ruiza's ear, whispering something only the guitarist could hear, forcing the smaller man to laugh loudly behind one hand. A moment later he let out a playful punch to Hidezou's arm and leaned back, arms stretched over his head.
"Ready to go?"
Tsunehito turned his attention to a smiling Hiroki and nodded.
"How about we drive to your apartment, leave your car there and drive mine around town?"
"Sounds fine," Tsunehito said, his eyes flickering once more toward the guitarists, then followed Hiroki out into the chilly afternoon.
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Hide stretched, leaning against the back of the couch, arms coming to rest across the top. Ruiza leaned back, resting his head on Hidezou's arm.
"So, what do you think about our new bassist?"
What do you mean?" Hidezou asked, shifting his body closer.
"He's so quiet most of the time," Ruiza said, "I've been having a hard time really gauging what kind of person he is, or if he's happy with his decision to join us."
Hidezou shrugged, pulling both knees up onto the couch. "He seems cool enough, and certainly a talented bassist." He dropped one hand onto the neck of Ruiza's guitar, slowly running his fingers down the thin metal strings. "Just give him some time. I'm sure he'll open up more once he gets to know us better."
Ruiza's eyes followed the other man's hand as it continued its slow migration down the guitar still in his lap. Hidezou reached the end of the strings then slowly brought his hand back up, fingertips just barely running along them enough to produce a very soft hum. Ruiza licked his lips and looked up. Hidezou grinned, a feral, hungry look in his eyes.
"Do you ever think of anything else?"
Hidezou shook his head and snatched the guitar from Ruiza's lap, depositing it unceremoniously on the ground with a dull think.
"Hey, be care-" but quickly his lips were occupied as Hidezou pounced, pushing him against the back of the couch.
"Would you rather we be doing something else?" Hidezou whispered in Ruiza's ear as he straddled the smaller man's lap and ground their bodies together.
Ruiza snorted with a grin, rolling his hips to meet his lover's as Hidezou fumbled for his belt.
"Can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon."
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"Would you like to come up for a minute?" Tsunehito asked through the window as Hiroki shut off his engine. "I need to use the restroom."
Hiroki nodded and climbed out of his car, following the small man into the apartment building and up two flights of stairs. Inside, Tsunehito dropped his keys on a small table by the door and toed off his shoes.
"I'll be right back," he said and disappeared down the short hallway.
It seemed to pointless to remove his shoes only to have to put them back in a minute, so Hiroki stood in the genkan, taking in the small room with his eyes easily enough.
After agreeing to be D's new bassist a few months ago, Tsunehito had only recently moved closer to the rest of them. In fact, he'd only just begun to unpack, judging by the amount of mostly sealed boxes piled everywhere across the living room. And there were indeed a lot of them. He guessed that Tsunehito was either a packrat, or had come from a much larger apartment.
But here and there small hints at the bassist's personality already began to show through the chaos. Small things, like a well cared-for plant on the windowsill or the neat stack of current fashion magazines on the otherwise crowded coffee table. Hiroki regarded everything lying around the room, each like a tiny piece to an enormous puzzle, when he heard water run for a moment before Tsunehito reappeared.
"Looks like a nice little place," he said as Tsunehito pulled on his shoes. "Very similar to mine."
Tsunehito shrugged and stood up, taking the keys Hiroki handed to him. "I had to leave some of my furniture when I moved, and hardly anything has been unpacked yet, but," he smiled, "I think it'll work out fine for now."
Hiroki nodded as he followed Tsunehito out to his car. "So, what are you in the mood for?"
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Tsunehito picked and fussed with his hair, pulling one long strand to curl around his jaw. His makeup was finished, blue contacts already in, making his huge eyes stand out even more against his flawless porcelain skin. Teased and curled pitch-black hair framed his face, complementing his effeminate image nicely.
"You look perfect already."
Tsunehito paused, fingertips resting on his jaw as he turned his eyes up to the man reflected in the mirror before him. Hiroki smiled, hands planted on the back of his chair.
"Are you nervous?"
Tsunehito chuckled softly, trying not to blush as he shrugged. "It's my first live as an official member," he said, crossing his legs under the makeup counter.
Hiroki leaned over his shoulder, hands clasping Tsunehito's bare shoulders. "You'll do fine," he said, the confidence clear in his voce. "You know your instrument, you know the songs, and you certainly know how to perform!" This brought the desired smile to the other man's lips and Hiroki's grin broadened. "Just relax."
"Hey, Tsunehito!"
Both looked up as Hidezou made his way across the dressing room toward them.
"Ruiza killed the last of his eyeliner screwing around. Can we borrow yours real quick?"
"I'm perfectly capable of doing my own makeup!" Ruiza snarled from the other side of the room.
Hidezou rolled his eyes and glared over his shoulder. "If you keep complaining, I really won't fix what you've done to yourself and you'll just have to go on stage looking like a raccoon!"
"He's right," Asagi piped up, taking care not to wrinkle his outfit as he sat down on the couch. "You've never been able to do it well; I don't know why you still try."
Hiroki snickered as Ruiza fumed in the corner, muttering no-so-nice things about certain members of their band. With a grateful look from Hidezou, Tsunehito handed over his eyeliner, watching by way of the mirror as the guitarist returned to his spot in front of Ruiza, the latter still half-heartedly insisting on his own abilities. After a moment, Tsunehito looked away, catching Hiroki's eye, beckoning him closer.
"Correct me if I seem to have gotten the wrong impression," he said in a low voice, "but are the two of them...?"
"Ah," Hiroki shot a quick glance over his shoulder with a sly grin. "If you're asking if Ruiza and Hidezou are screwing, then yes, they are, and have been for several years now."
"Really?" The bassist's eyes widened, then turned thoughtful. "I had always thought, if... anyone... Ruiza and Asagi..."
Hiroki shrugged and stole a glance at the vocalist fiddling with the hem of his costume nearby.
"Asagi and Ruiza have been close friends for a very long time. I don't know if they ever took things beyond that, but," his eyes returned to the bassist's in the mirror, "if they did, they soon realized they weren't meant to be together and moved on, their friendship just as strong."
"Must be nice," Tsunehito muttered.
"Now Hide on the other hand..." Hiroki chuckled as years of memories flashed through his mind. "Those two are so alike in so many ways, you would think they would clash horribly, but more often than not they get along better than with any of the rest of us."
A knock on the door got everyone's attention as a familiar red head popped inside.
"Are you guys ready?"
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Hidezou collapsed on the couch, face flushed, chest heaving in excitement. He stretched out, slim arms and legs covered in a light sheen of sweat. Moments later the others joined him in the waiting room as they took a much-needed fifteen minute break.
Ruiza plopped down hard in Hidezou's lap, nearly knocking the wind out of the other guitarist.
"Bastard," Hidezou wheezed as he shoved the grinning man off his lap, but not before a not-too-subtle grope of his ass.
"That's for nearly tripping me during 'Sleeper.'"
Hidezou rolled his eyes, a smug smile on his lips as he leaned back against the couch.
Tsunehito straddled a short barstool someone had produced earlier, careful not to disturb his long, elaborate costume as he rested his legs a minute. He could still feel the ringing of the crowds in his ears when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I don't know about you," Hiroki was saying, kneeling beside him, "but I'm going to be far too amped after the live to crash. Wanna come over to my place for a bit, drink some beer or something?"
As blank as Tsunehito's face remained, Hiroki was sure he would pass. But to his surprise, the bassist smiled and nodded his head, once, with a soft grunt.
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"And this is my humble abode."
Tsunehito's eyes took in the decent-sized, well decorated living room with quiet approval.
"I know it's a bit cluttered," Hiroki said, taking Tsunehito's coat and hanging it beside his own, "but I collect a lot of things."
Tsunehito nodded, taking a seat on the large black couch dominating most of the room. "Very nice," he said, indicating the oversized blue and black rug on the floor.
"Thank you. It was a gift from my parents some years back." He dropped his keys on the coffee table in front of Tsunehito, wandering across the room to the small, open space that served as a kitchen. "What would you like to drink? I've beer... water... more beer... some god-awful red wine Asagi left here ages ago... I think that was a pitcher of orange juice at some point..."
"Beer's fine."
"Good man," Hiroki chuckled and grabbed several bottles and a metal bottle opener off a peg on the wall before nudging the fridge closed and joining Tsunehito on the couch with a tired sigh.
"So, what do you feel up to doing?" he asked after the cool, bitter liquid had a chance to soothe their tired throats. "I have movies, or we could talk, or..."
"Tell me about you and the others," Tsunehito said after a minute, pulling one slender leg up onto the couch as he turned to face Hiroki. "I mean, I did some research before agreeing to join D, but," he shrugged. "Since I hope to stay for a long time, I'd really like to get to know you better."
"Understandable," Hiroki said, nodding to himself. He set down his finished bottle and opened another, doing the same for Tsunehito at the bassist's nod. "Well, we've all known each other for a number of years, though Asagi and Ruiza have the longest, since before Syndrome." He paused a moment, taking a long swig before continuing. "Hidezou's great to go drinking with, though he tends to get a bit loud. And don't ever challenge Asagi to a game of wit unless you're pretty good or he'll beat you every time."
Tsunehito grinned, waving for him to continue.
"Obviously Ruiza and Hide are together, and Asagi's seeing someone as well, though they try to keep it as under the radar as possible."
"Oh, who?"
Hiroka grinned, letting the suspense heighten while he finished his beer. "Mako."
There was a pause. He opened another bottle, smiling to himself.
"Of Deadman??"
Hiroki nodded, eyes dancing. "They've been quietly seeing each other off and on for about a year now."
Tsunehito raised one thin, high eyebrow. "I knew about the lives together, but I hadn't realized they'd hit it off that well." He smiled, slowly finishing his beer. "Well, good for him, then." He set the empty bottle on the coffee table, and was silent for a couple of minutes before asking, "Are you seeing anyone?"
Hiroki chuckled and shook his head. "No, no one at the moment, but," he stood, setting his third empty bottle beside Tsunehito's, "I'm always keeping my eyes open for the unexpected." He trotted over to the fridge and grabbed a few more beers.
"How about you?" he asked when he returned, though he was pretty certain of the answer. "Anyone special in your life?"
"No," Tsunehito answered, nodding his thanks as Hiroki popped the cap on his beer before moving to his own. "I have no one." He paused, sipping from the cold bottle a moment. "But, like you, I'm always keeping my... mind open."
Hiroki nodded, eyes half hooded as he let his mind wander a bit. They sat in silence for several long moments before Hiroki suddenly set down his nearly empty bottle and stood.
"Do you like whiskey?"
Tsunehito nodded wordlessly.
"I just remembered that I have a bottle of Jameson and it's calling my name." His movements slightly impeded, Hiroki crossed the room, rooted out the bottle and a couple glasses.
"Nothing like a couple of shots of good whiskey to end an exciting night." He poured the pale amber liquid into the double shot glasses and handed one to Tsunehito. "Kampai!"
Tsunehito coughed and nearly dropped his glass, nose wrinkling as the stuff burned its way down his throat.
"Are you okay?" Hiroki managed out through soft chuckles, patting his shoulder.
Tsunehito nodded, embarrassment and drink turning his cheeks a rosy pink. "Just been awhile, is all."
Hiroki nodded and took the glass from the bassist, setting them both on the table already littered in bottles.
"Tell me something."
The bassist looked up, eyes taking a moment to focus on the serious expression suddenly clouding Hiroki's face.
"Do you like guys, Tsunehito?"
Tsunehito froze, for a moment unsure if he'd heard the other man correctly, but before he could react, Hiroki leaned forward, capturing his lips in a firm but gentle kiss.
A thousand thoughts rushed through Tsunehito's muddled mind, but his body seemed to take action of its own accord, and without hesitation he began to kiss him back. It was a slow, nearly chaste kiss, but the bassist could practically feel a great need flowing just below the surface, held barely in check. As his mind reeled with light shock and confusion, he felt Hiroki's fingertips on his jaw, warm skin just whispering across his face, and he pulled back, already breathing hard.
Hiroki stared back at those large eyes, somehow impossibly larger now, waiting, afraid to move. After a moment, Tsunehito stood abruptly, swaying a little.
"I'd better go."
"Tsunehito, wait, I'm s-"
"Don't be," he said, his gaze so intense that it nearly took Hiroki's breath away. Tsunehito's hand got halfway to his own lips and paused before he turned around, headed toward the door. "I'll see you at practice," he said as he pulled on his shoes, grabbed his jacket and left.
Hiroki slumped on the couch, cursing his foolishness. Muttering savagely to himself, he gathered their empty bottles, tossed them in the bin and headed toward his bedroom.
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Asagi pushed open the door to the practice room, immediately picking up on the quiet laughter drifting to his ears.
Tsunehito punched Hiroki lightly on the arm as the drummer backed away, feigning fright as he leapt around the room. Both men looked up at their friend's arrival.
"Have I interrupted something?"
Hiroki grinned, running around his drum set to cower behind Asagi's lean form.
"Save me, save me, I think he's gonna kill me!"
Asagi raised one eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face. "Is that so?"
Tsunehito pursed his lips, hands knotted on his hips. "Hiroki was criticizing my playing!" Hiroki chuckled behind Asagi and Tsunehito shook his head. "God, I sound like a little child crying to daddy."
"All I said was-"
"Now, now children," Asagi clucked, waggling his finger at the bassist a few feet from him. 'Do I need to separate you two?"
"No, Asagi-sama," they said in unison, sending all three into a fit of laughter.
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"-so I'm going to drive Ruiza up to the clinic in a few minutes to get that fever checked out. Maybe we can have lunch after practice tomorrow?"
Tsunehito shifted the phone to his other ear as he folded his legs underneath himself. "Sure."
"Great," Hidezou chirped on the other end. "Sorry about having to cancel on you so late, but..."
"Don't worry about it, just think about Ruiza right now." His gaze slowly gravitated toward the window, no longer obstructed by boxes. "I'm sure I can find something else to occupy my time tonight."
"I know it's getting a bit late, and you're new to the area, but there are a lot of bars and restaurants around there, and Hiroki lives nearby-"
"It's ok, I'd rather stay in. Tell Ruiza I hope he feels better soon."
"Sure thing. I'll see you tomorrow then."
Tsunehito placed his cell phone on the coffee table, frowning slightly. Long, delicate-seeming fingers tapped his knee restlessly until he finally gave in, snatching the phone back and dialing . After two rings it was answered.
"Moshi moshi."
"Hiroki?"
"Ah, Tsunehito! What's up?"
He could hear people in the background, and perhaps the sound of glass falling, breaking. "I didn't call at a bad time, did I?"
"Oh, no, just a movie." There was a rustling and the sound suddenly went away, Hiroki evidently having shut the TV off. "So, what did you have on your mind?"
"Well," now he hesitated, biting the inside of his cheek. "I've finally gotten my apartment somewhat presentable... so I thought maybe you'd want to come over, bring one of your videos or something."
Tsunehito could practically hear the grin in his voice.
"Sure, I'd like to come over."
'Have you eaten dinner?"
"No, I was actually just about to go hunting for something."
"I can fix us some soup or something. That's really all I have, I'm afraid."
"Sounds fine to me," Hiroki said. "I'll be over in a few minutes."
Tsunehito dropped his phone on the couch with a grin, heading for the kitchen.
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"Something smells really nice."
Tsunehito inclined his head at the compliment and led Hiroki to the tiny kitchen.
"It turns out that I didn't have any soup, but I did find some rice, bamboo shoots and teriyaki chicken I'd cooked the other day." He grabbed a pair of chopsticks, snagged a small piece of chicken, blew on it and held it out. "Try it."
Hiroki took the small morsel into his mouth, chewing slowly. "Very good."
"I'm glad you like it."
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"-so he has these two adorable little cats, right, but they are kittens. So most nights you'll find him stalking around his apartment wrapped in his bathrobe, a glass of red wine in one hand and a scowl on his face, muttering 'bloody damned kittens' over and over until they calm down for the night!"
Tsunehito chuckled, the image described to him quite fitting as he took a sip of his own red wine.
"He loves those cats to death, but as hyper as they can be sometimes, they drive him nuts!" Hiroki took a swig of his beer and shrugged. "He really loves cats in general."
"Hiroki?"
"Hmm?"
"Why did you kiss me the other day?"
Hiroki's bottle stopped halfway to his lips, not a little surprised by the sudden question. Neither of them had spoken about the kiss since that night, and though they seemed to be growing closer with each day, he'd figured that Tsunehito had dismissed the incident as just a drunken mistake.
Apparently not.
Tsunehito uncrossed his legs, swirling the deep red liquid around in his glass.
"I've been thinking about... that night, and you, trying to put together exactly why you did what you did."
"Well..."
"I wasn't quite sure if it had been just the alcohol you seem to be so fond of," Tsunehito continued, as if not hearing the other man, eyes staring into his glass, "or maybe you had just been confused." He spoke so casual and cool, not a hint of shyness or nervousness in his odd voice, it almost made Hiroki uncomfortable, as if he'd done something wrong in school and now the teacher was preparing to tell his parents.
"But then I thought, perhaps you really were coming on to me, Tsunehito, friend and bandmate and guy, and that perhaps the alcohol only let you express feelings you'd had for a while but had been too afraid to voice." He looked up through long, thick lashes, eyes huge and almost innocent. "So, which is it?"
Hiroki cleared his throat and set his beer on the coffee table, somewhat unnerved at being put on the spot all of a sudden.
"Well," he started slowly, "I think your... last conclusion... is probably the most accurate..."
"Probably?" Tsunehito mused, a small smile turning up one corner of his sensuous mouth.
Hiroki sighed and ran one hand through his light brown hair.
"Yes, I do ... like you, from what I've been able to see and experience with you." He cocked his head to the side, his deep voice dropping even lower. "What do you think?"
Tsunehito said nothing for several long moments, staring into his glass and swishing the wine back and forth. Then, he placed the glass on the table with deliberate slowness and shifted his weight toward Hiroki.
"I'm going to kiss you in a moment," his eyes fluttered up to meet Hiroki's gaze, "and then I'll give you my answer."
Hiroki grinned but didn't speak, only nodding once in agreement.
With a deep breath, Tsunehito leaned close, pressing their lips together in a soft, tentative kiss. He moved slowly, carefully, as if to hurry would break their agreement. After a moment, Hiroki felt Tsunehito's tongue press gently at his lips and he parted them. The sweet taste of wine mingled with the bitterness of beer as Tsunehito leaned closer, deepening their kiss. Hiroki brought one hand up, gently caressing Tsunehito's smooth cheek, long fingers trailing down his jaw line to cup the back of his head, unconsciously taking control of the kiss. He gently eased Tsunehito backward, ready to stop if he felt any resistance, until the bassist's shoulders rested against the well-cushioned arm of the couch. He braced his hands on either side of Tsunehito and they kissed more passionately, their whole bodies on fire with excitement. But after another minute Hiroki felt fingers tighten on his arms and he pulled away, heart pounding in his chest.
"Well?" he whispered, though the expression on that beautiful face really told him all he needed to know. Tsunehito looked up, chest moving rapidly up and down, large eyes impossibly dark as he drew Hiroki's head back down to him.
"More," Tsunehito whispered, warm breath tickling Hiroki's ear. The drummer shivered, those lips ghosting over his neck sending shivers down his spine. He ducked his head against Tsunehito's neck, placing soft, quick kisses down the bassist's long neck and the small portion of collarbone peeking out from the collar of his disheveled shirt.
Tsunehito sighed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, his hands delving under Hiroki's shirt to caress his warm skin, pulling him closer. Hiroki complied, grinding their bodies together in slow, agonizing strokes. Tsunehito whimpered softly, feeling himself grow harder even as the other did, their movements building in speed. Hiroki's mouth found the hollow where Tsunehito's neck met his collarbone, a pink tongue darting out to taste his warm, salty skin before he pressing his lips firmly down, sucking hard on the sensitive area.
Back arched, Tsunehito let out a breathy gasp, rolling his hips to meet the other, sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. One of Hiroki's hands traversed the hot skin beneath his shirt, mapping out every line and curve of his lean, long torso. He pushed into that curious touch, demanding more contact. Hiroki's fingers traveled south, eventually coming to rest upon the bulge straining against Tsunehito's pants. He palmed the bassist's erection, stroking the heel of his hand against that sensitive area, faster and faster. Tsunehito moaned, fingers squeezing Hiroki's side with the thrusts, losing rhythm as with a gasp he began to come, hips thrusting up into the drummer's hand.
As euphoria washed over Tsunehito's body, Hiroki's eyes were transfixed by the beautiful sight he made, muscles tensed, face flushed with arousal as he rode out his orgasm. After several moments, Tsunehito opened his eyes, glassy and nearly black with satisfied lust. He lifted one hand, tracing the dimples forming on Hiroki's cheeks.
"Stay the night?"
synopsis: Tsunehito joins D and learns much about his new bandmates.
ratings/warnings: Hard R. Swearing, kissing, and rubbing.
entered in: category 1 (open)
dartboard: yes
concrit: 3
"Ohaiyo gozaimasu, Tsunehito."
Tsunehito started in surprise, so lost in thought he had been, and turned as Hiroki shrugged off his thick winter coat.
"Good morning, Hiroki," he murmured, smiling in that soft, almost hesitant way he did, then returned his attention to tuning his bass.
Hiroki moved across the practice room, quietly dragging out the drum set he kept locked up at night. "You're here early," he said as he arranged his cymbals. "You'll find, most often, I'm the only one here for a good ten minutes or so before the others show up."
"Would you prefer to be alone before practice?" Tsunehito asked without looking up, long fingers moving lightly over the thick strings with practiced ease.
Hiroki paused, elbows resting on one tom. "Well, I don't honestly care one way or another, really. It's more a matter of habit than from any actual wanting to have additional time by myself." He grinned broadly and scratched his soft brown hair. "What I mean to say is that the others are just a little bit lazier than I am."
That at last brought a smile to the other's lips. It was sometimes disconcerting to Hiroki just how quiet the man could be, even though he really wasn't particularly shy...
"So by all means, come as early as you wish."
Asagi arrived a few minutes later, hands shoved deep into his pockets, pitch-black hair windblown around his solemn face as he greeted the others.
"Hidezou's picking up Ruiza and they're on their way now." Hiroki nodded and he turned his attention to Tsunehito. "How do you like your new apartment?
Tsunehito's fingers stilled, the last note stretching to silence as the bassist contemplated before answering.
"It's a lot different than my old one," he admitted, "but I think it will do just fine for now."
"How do you like the neighborhood?" Hiroki called from behind his drum set. "I've lived very near here for quite some time."
Tsunehito frowned. "There aren't any signs anywhere!" He looked away, embarrassed. "I don't know how they expect anyone to find a gas station, let alone someplace to eat, when hardly any of the streets are marked." He cleared his throat softly and grinned ruefully. "I got a little turned this morning, or I would have been even earlier."
"So you haven't yet?"
The bassist quirked an eyebrow. "Haven't what?"
"Eaten." Hiroki leaned forward on his drum set. "You haven't eaten yet this morning, have you?"
Tsunehito sighed and shook his head. "No, not yet, but I don't-"
"Good." Hiroki straightened up, twirling one well-worn drumstick between his fingers. "After practice we can grab something to eat and I can show you around a bit." He flashed his biggest, sweetest smile. "That is, unless you have plans?"
The door behind them opened and Ruiza and Hidezou stumbled in, the taller of the two with his arm around the other in a loose headlock, pretending to choke the other man. Tsunehito regarded the giggling men a moment, then nodded his head.
"All right," he said, "I suppose a guide would help."
"Sorry we're late," Ruiza said as the two newcomers chucked their coats and plopped down on the couch, sandwiching Asagi between them. "Hide need gas and insisted on searching all across town for the cheapest place."
"Gas is expensive these days!" Hidezou growled.
"But I'm willing to bet you wasted more gas driving around from station to station this morning than what you actually saved in money." Hidezou made to retort, but then gave up, realizing Ruiza was probably right.
"Okay," Asagi patted both men's knees and used them as leverage to haul himself out of the old, deep-seated couch. "Let's get to work."
"You need a ride home?" Asagi called as he pulled on his coat and scarf. Ruiza shook his head as Hidezou sat down beside him.
"Nah, Hide's going to help me fix my spare," he indicated the black Fender in his lap, "then take me home. But thanks!"
Tsunehito carefully packed away his beloved bass, taking his time since it would take Hiroki longer to disassemble his set enough to fit it in the cage. Setting the hard case on the floor, he pulled on his coat, eyes roaming around the room, finally settling on the two guitarists on the couch.
Hidezou was leaning close to Ruiza's ear, whispering something only the guitarist could hear, forcing the smaller man to laugh loudly behind one hand. A moment later he let out a playful punch to Hidezou's arm and leaned back, arms stretched over his head.
"Ready to go?"
Tsunehito turned his attention to a smiling Hiroki and nodded.
"How about we drive to your apartment, leave your car there and drive mine around town?"
"Sounds fine," Tsunehito said, his eyes flickering once more toward the guitarists, then followed Hiroki out into the chilly afternoon.
Hide stretched, leaning against the back of the couch, arms coming to rest across the top. Ruiza leaned back, resting his head on Hidezou's arm.
"So, what do you think about our new bassist?"
What do you mean?" Hidezou asked, shifting his body closer.
"He's so quiet most of the time," Ruiza said, "I've been having a hard time really gauging what kind of person he is, or if he's happy with his decision to join us."
Hidezou shrugged, pulling both knees up onto the couch. "He seems cool enough, and certainly a talented bassist." He dropped one hand onto the neck of Ruiza's guitar, slowly running his fingers down the thin metal strings. "Just give him some time. I'm sure he'll open up more once he gets to know us better."
Ruiza's eyes followed the other man's hand as it continued its slow migration down the guitar still in his lap. Hidezou reached the end of the strings then slowly brought his hand back up, fingertips just barely running along them enough to produce a very soft hum. Ruiza licked his lips and looked up. Hidezou grinned, a feral, hungry look in his eyes.
"Do you ever think of anything else?"
Hidezou shook his head and snatched the guitar from Ruiza's lap, depositing it unceremoniously on the ground with a dull think.
"Hey, be care-" but quickly his lips were occupied as Hidezou pounced, pushing him against the back of the couch.
"Would you rather we be doing something else?" Hidezou whispered in Ruiza's ear as he straddled the smaller man's lap and ground their bodies together.
Ruiza snorted with a grin, rolling his hips to meet his lover's as Hidezou fumbled for his belt.
"Can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon."
"Would you like to come up for a minute?" Tsunehito asked through the window as Hiroki shut off his engine. "I need to use the restroom."
Hiroki nodded and climbed out of his car, following the small man into the apartment building and up two flights of stairs. Inside, Tsunehito dropped his keys on a small table by the door and toed off his shoes.
"I'll be right back," he said and disappeared down the short hallway.
It seemed to pointless to remove his shoes only to have to put them back in a minute, so Hiroki stood in the genkan, taking in the small room with his eyes easily enough.
After agreeing to be D's new bassist a few months ago, Tsunehito had only recently moved closer to the rest of them. In fact, he'd only just begun to unpack, judging by the amount of mostly sealed boxes piled everywhere across the living room. And there were indeed a lot of them. He guessed that Tsunehito was either a packrat, or had come from a much larger apartment.
But here and there small hints at the bassist's personality already began to show through the chaos. Small things, like a well cared-for plant on the windowsill or the neat stack of current fashion magazines on the otherwise crowded coffee table. Hiroki regarded everything lying around the room, each like a tiny piece to an enormous puzzle, when he heard water run for a moment before Tsunehito reappeared.
"Looks like a nice little place," he said as Tsunehito pulled on his shoes. "Very similar to mine."
Tsunehito shrugged and stood up, taking the keys Hiroki handed to him. "I had to leave some of my furniture when I moved, and hardly anything has been unpacked yet, but," he smiled, "I think it'll work out fine for now."
Hiroki nodded as he followed Tsunehito out to his car. "So, what are you in the mood for?"
Tsunehito picked and fussed with his hair, pulling one long strand to curl around his jaw. His makeup was finished, blue contacts already in, making his huge eyes stand out even more against his flawless porcelain skin. Teased and curled pitch-black hair framed his face, complementing his effeminate image nicely.
"You look perfect already."
Tsunehito paused, fingertips resting on his jaw as he turned his eyes up to the man reflected in the mirror before him. Hiroki smiled, hands planted on the back of his chair.
"Are you nervous?"
Tsunehito chuckled softly, trying not to blush as he shrugged. "It's my first live as an official member," he said, crossing his legs under the makeup counter.
Hiroki leaned over his shoulder, hands clasping Tsunehito's bare shoulders. "You'll do fine," he said, the confidence clear in his voce. "You know your instrument, you know the songs, and you certainly know how to perform!" This brought the desired smile to the other man's lips and Hiroki's grin broadened. "Just relax."
"Hey, Tsunehito!"
Both looked up as Hidezou made his way across the dressing room toward them.
"Ruiza killed the last of his eyeliner screwing around. Can we borrow yours real quick?"
"I'm perfectly capable of doing my own makeup!" Ruiza snarled from the other side of the room.
Hidezou rolled his eyes and glared over his shoulder. "If you keep complaining, I really won't fix what you've done to yourself and you'll just have to go on stage looking like a raccoon!"
"He's right," Asagi piped up, taking care not to wrinkle his outfit as he sat down on the couch. "You've never been able to do it well; I don't know why you still try."
Hiroki snickered as Ruiza fumed in the corner, muttering no-so-nice things about certain members of their band. With a grateful look from Hidezou, Tsunehito handed over his eyeliner, watching by way of the mirror as the guitarist returned to his spot in front of Ruiza, the latter still half-heartedly insisting on his own abilities. After a moment, Tsunehito looked away, catching Hiroki's eye, beckoning him closer.
"Correct me if I seem to have gotten the wrong impression," he said in a low voice, "but are the two of them...?"
"Ah," Hiroki shot a quick glance over his shoulder with a sly grin. "If you're asking if Ruiza and Hidezou are screwing, then yes, they are, and have been for several years now."
"Really?" The bassist's eyes widened, then turned thoughtful. "I had always thought, if... anyone... Ruiza and Asagi..."
Hiroki shrugged and stole a glance at the vocalist fiddling with the hem of his costume nearby.
"Asagi and Ruiza have been close friends for a very long time. I don't know if they ever took things beyond that, but," his eyes returned to the bassist's in the mirror, "if they did, they soon realized they weren't meant to be together and moved on, their friendship just as strong."
"Must be nice," Tsunehito muttered.
"Now Hide on the other hand..." Hiroki chuckled as years of memories flashed through his mind. "Those two are so alike in so many ways, you would think they would clash horribly, but more often than not they get along better than with any of the rest of us."
A knock on the door got everyone's attention as a familiar red head popped inside.
"Are you guys ready?"
Hidezou collapsed on the couch, face flushed, chest heaving in excitement. He stretched out, slim arms and legs covered in a light sheen of sweat. Moments later the others joined him in the waiting room as they took a much-needed fifteen minute break.
Ruiza plopped down hard in Hidezou's lap, nearly knocking the wind out of the other guitarist.
"Bastard," Hidezou wheezed as he shoved the grinning man off his lap, but not before a not-too-subtle grope of his ass.
"That's for nearly tripping me during 'Sleeper.'"
Hidezou rolled his eyes, a smug smile on his lips as he leaned back against the couch.
Tsunehito straddled a short barstool someone had produced earlier, careful not to disturb his long, elaborate costume as he rested his legs a minute. He could still feel the ringing of the crowds in his ears when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I don't know about you," Hiroki was saying, kneeling beside him, "but I'm going to be far too amped after the live to crash. Wanna come over to my place for a bit, drink some beer or something?"
As blank as Tsunehito's face remained, Hiroki was sure he would pass. But to his surprise, the bassist smiled and nodded his head, once, with a soft grunt.
"And this is my humble abode."
Tsunehito's eyes took in the decent-sized, well decorated living room with quiet approval.
"I know it's a bit cluttered," Hiroki said, taking Tsunehito's coat and hanging it beside his own, "but I collect a lot of things."
Tsunehito nodded, taking a seat on the large black couch dominating most of the room. "Very nice," he said, indicating the oversized blue and black rug on the floor.
"Thank you. It was a gift from my parents some years back." He dropped his keys on the coffee table in front of Tsunehito, wandering across the room to the small, open space that served as a kitchen. "What would you like to drink? I've beer... water... more beer... some god-awful red wine Asagi left here ages ago... I think that was a pitcher of orange juice at some point..."
"Beer's fine."
"Good man," Hiroki chuckled and grabbed several bottles and a metal bottle opener off a peg on the wall before nudging the fridge closed and joining Tsunehito on the couch with a tired sigh.
"So, what do you feel up to doing?" he asked after the cool, bitter liquid had a chance to soothe their tired throats. "I have movies, or we could talk, or..."
"Tell me about you and the others," Tsunehito said after a minute, pulling one slender leg up onto the couch as he turned to face Hiroki. "I mean, I did some research before agreeing to join D, but," he shrugged. "Since I hope to stay for a long time, I'd really like to get to know you better."
"Understandable," Hiroki said, nodding to himself. He set down his finished bottle and opened another, doing the same for Tsunehito at the bassist's nod. "Well, we've all known each other for a number of years, though Asagi and Ruiza have the longest, since before Syndrome." He paused a moment, taking a long swig before continuing. "Hidezou's great to go drinking with, though he tends to get a bit loud. And don't ever challenge Asagi to a game of wit unless you're pretty good or he'll beat you every time."
Tsunehito grinned, waving for him to continue.
"Obviously Ruiza and Hide are together, and Asagi's seeing someone as well, though they try to keep it as under the radar as possible."
"Oh, who?"
Hiroka grinned, letting the suspense heighten while he finished his beer. "Mako."
There was a pause. He opened another bottle, smiling to himself.
"Of Deadman??"
Hiroki nodded, eyes dancing. "They've been quietly seeing each other off and on for about a year now."
Tsunehito raised one thin, high eyebrow. "I knew about the lives together, but I hadn't realized they'd hit it off that well." He smiled, slowly finishing his beer. "Well, good for him, then." He set the empty bottle on the coffee table, and was silent for a couple of minutes before asking, "Are you seeing anyone?"
Hiroki chuckled and shook his head. "No, no one at the moment, but," he stood, setting his third empty bottle beside Tsunehito's, "I'm always keeping my eyes open for the unexpected." He trotted over to the fridge and grabbed a few more beers.
"How about you?" he asked when he returned, though he was pretty certain of the answer. "Anyone special in your life?"
"No," Tsunehito answered, nodding his thanks as Hiroki popped the cap on his beer before moving to his own. "I have no one." He paused, sipping from the cold bottle a moment. "But, like you, I'm always keeping my... mind open."
Hiroki nodded, eyes half hooded as he let his mind wander a bit. They sat in silence for several long moments before Hiroki suddenly set down his nearly empty bottle and stood.
"Do you like whiskey?"
Tsunehito nodded wordlessly.
"I just remembered that I have a bottle of Jameson and it's calling my name." His movements slightly impeded, Hiroki crossed the room, rooted out the bottle and a couple glasses.
"Nothing like a couple of shots of good whiskey to end an exciting night." He poured the pale amber liquid into the double shot glasses and handed one to Tsunehito. "Kampai!"
Tsunehito coughed and nearly dropped his glass, nose wrinkling as the stuff burned its way down his throat.
"Are you okay?" Hiroki managed out through soft chuckles, patting his shoulder.
Tsunehito nodded, embarrassment and drink turning his cheeks a rosy pink. "Just been awhile, is all."
Hiroki nodded and took the glass from the bassist, setting them both on the table already littered in bottles.
"Tell me something."
The bassist looked up, eyes taking a moment to focus on the serious expression suddenly clouding Hiroki's face.
"Do you like guys, Tsunehito?"
Tsunehito froze, for a moment unsure if he'd heard the other man correctly, but before he could react, Hiroki leaned forward, capturing his lips in a firm but gentle kiss.
A thousand thoughts rushed through Tsunehito's muddled mind, but his body seemed to take action of its own accord, and without hesitation he began to kiss him back. It was a slow, nearly chaste kiss, but the bassist could practically feel a great need flowing just below the surface, held barely in check. As his mind reeled with light shock and confusion, he felt Hiroki's fingertips on his jaw, warm skin just whispering across his face, and he pulled back, already breathing hard.
Hiroki stared back at those large eyes, somehow impossibly larger now, waiting, afraid to move. After a moment, Tsunehito stood abruptly, swaying a little.
"I'd better go."
"Tsunehito, wait, I'm s-"
"Don't be," he said, his gaze so intense that it nearly took Hiroki's breath away. Tsunehito's hand got halfway to his own lips and paused before he turned around, headed toward the door. "I'll see you at practice," he said as he pulled on his shoes, grabbed his jacket and left.
Hiroki slumped on the couch, cursing his foolishness. Muttering savagely to himself, he gathered their empty bottles, tossed them in the bin and headed toward his bedroom.
Asagi pushed open the door to the practice room, immediately picking up on the quiet laughter drifting to his ears.
Tsunehito punched Hiroki lightly on the arm as the drummer backed away, feigning fright as he leapt around the room. Both men looked up at their friend's arrival.
"Have I interrupted something?"
Hiroki grinned, running around his drum set to cower behind Asagi's lean form.
"Save me, save me, I think he's gonna kill me!"
Asagi raised one eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face. "Is that so?"
Tsunehito pursed his lips, hands knotted on his hips. "Hiroki was criticizing my playing!" Hiroki chuckled behind Asagi and Tsunehito shook his head. "God, I sound like a little child crying to daddy."
"All I said was-"
"Now, now children," Asagi clucked, waggling his finger at the bassist a few feet from him. 'Do I need to separate you two?"
"No, Asagi-sama," they said in unison, sending all three into a fit of laughter.
"-so I'm going to drive Ruiza up to the clinic in a few minutes to get that fever checked out. Maybe we can have lunch after practice tomorrow?"
Tsunehito shifted the phone to his other ear as he folded his legs underneath himself. "Sure."
"Great," Hidezou chirped on the other end. "Sorry about having to cancel on you so late, but..."
"Don't worry about it, just think about Ruiza right now." His gaze slowly gravitated toward the window, no longer obstructed by boxes. "I'm sure I can find something else to occupy my time tonight."
"I know it's getting a bit late, and you're new to the area, but there are a lot of bars and restaurants around there, and Hiroki lives nearby-"
"It's ok, I'd rather stay in. Tell Ruiza I hope he feels better soon."
"Sure thing. I'll see you tomorrow then."
Tsunehito placed his cell phone on the coffee table, frowning slightly. Long, delicate-seeming fingers tapped his knee restlessly until he finally gave in, snatching the phone back and dialing . After two rings it was answered.
"Moshi moshi."
"Hiroki?"
"Ah, Tsunehito! What's up?"
He could hear people in the background, and perhaps the sound of glass falling, breaking. "I didn't call at a bad time, did I?"
"Oh, no, just a movie." There was a rustling and the sound suddenly went away, Hiroki evidently having shut the TV off. "So, what did you have on your mind?"
"Well," now he hesitated, biting the inside of his cheek. "I've finally gotten my apartment somewhat presentable... so I thought maybe you'd want to come over, bring one of your videos or something."
Tsunehito could practically hear the grin in his voice.
"Sure, I'd like to come over."
'Have you eaten dinner?"
"No, I was actually just about to go hunting for something."
"I can fix us some soup or something. That's really all I have, I'm afraid."
"Sounds fine to me," Hiroki said. "I'll be over in a few minutes."
Tsunehito dropped his phone on the couch with a grin, heading for the kitchen.
"Something smells really nice."
Tsunehito inclined his head at the compliment and led Hiroki to the tiny kitchen.
"It turns out that I didn't have any soup, but I did find some rice, bamboo shoots and teriyaki chicken I'd cooked the other day." He grabbed a pair of chopsticks, snagged a small piece of chicken, blew on it and held it out. "Try it."
Hiroki took the small morsel into his mouth, chewing slowly. "Very good."
"I'm glad you like it."
"-so he has these two adorable little cats, right, but they are kittens. So most nights you'll find him stalking around his apartment wrapped in his bathrobe, a glass of red wine in one hand and a scowl on his face, muttering 'bloody damned kittens' over and over until they calm down for the night!"
Tsunehito chuckled, the image described to him quite fitting as he took a sip of his own red wine.
"He loves those cats to death, but as hyper as they can be sometimes, they drive him nuts!" Hiroki took a swig of his beer and shrugged. "He really loves cats in general."
"Hiroki?"
"Hmm?"
"Why did you kiss me the other day?"
Hiroki's bottle stopped halfway to his lips, not a little surprised by the sudden question. Neither of them had spoken about the kiss since that night, and though they seemed to be growing closer with each day, he'd figured that Tsunehito had dismissed the incident as just a drunken mistake.
Apparently not.
Tsunehito uncrossed his legs, swirling the deep red liquid around in his glass.
"I've been thinking about... that night, and you, trying to put together exactly why you did what you did."
"Well..."
"I wasn't quite sure if it had been just the alcohol you seem to be so fond of," Tsunehito continued, as if not hearing the other man, eyes staring into his glass, "or maybe you had just been confused." He spoke so casual and cool, not a hint of shyness or nervousness in his odd voice, it almost made Hiroki uncomfortable, as if he'd done something wrong in school and now the teacher was preparing to tell his parents.
"But then I thought, perhaps you really were coming on to me, Tsunehito, friend and bandmate and guy, and that perhaps the alcohol only let you express feelings you'd had for a while but had been too afraid to voice." He looked up through long, thick lashes, eyes huge and almost innocent. "So, which is it?"
Hiroki cleared his throat and set his beer on the coffee table, somewhat unnerved at being put on the spot all of a sudden.
"Well," he started slowly, "I think your... last conclusion... is probably the most accurate..."
"Probably?" Tsunehito mused, a small smile turning up one corner of his sensuous mouth.
Hiroki sighed and ran one hand through his light brown hair.
"Yes, I do ... like you, from what I've been able to see and experience with you." He cocked his head to the side, his deep voice dropping even lower. "What do you think?"
Tsunehito said nothing for several long moments, staring into his glass and swishing the wine back and forth. Then, he placed the glass on the table with deliberate slowness and shifted his weight toward Hiroki.
"I'm going to kiss you in a moment," his eyes fluttered up to meet Hiroki's gaze, "and then I'll give you my answer."
Hiroki grinned but didn't speak, only nodding once in agreement.
With a deep breath, Tsunehito leaned close, pressing their lips together in a soft, tentative kiss. He moved slowly, carefully, as if to hurry would break their agreement. After a moment, Hiroki felt Tsunehito's tongue press gently at his lips and he parted them. The sweet taste of wine mingled with the bitterness of beer as Tsunehito leaned closer, deepening their kiss. Hiroki brought one hand up, gently caressing Tsunehito's smooth cheek, long fingers trailing down his jaw line to cup the back of his head, unconsciously taking control of the kiss. He gently eased Tsunehito backward, ready to stop if he felt any resistance, until the bassist's shoulders rested against the well-cushioned arm of the couch. He braced his hands on either side of Tsunehito and they kissed more passionately, their whole bodies on fire with excitement. But after another minute Hiroki felt fingers tighten on his arms and he pulled away, heart pounding in his chest.
"Well?" he whispered, though the expression on that beautiful face really told him all he needed to know. Tsunehito looked up, chest moving rapidly up and down, large eyes impossibly dark as he drew Hiroki's head back down to him.
"More," Tsunehito whispered, warm breath tickling Hiroki's ear. The drummer shivered, those lips ghosting over his neck sending shivers down his spine. He ducked his head against Tsunehito's neck, placing soft, quick kisses down the bassist's long neck and the small portion of collarbone peeking out from the collar of his disheveled shirt.
Tsunehito sighed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, his hands delving under Hiroki's shirt to caress his warm skin, pulling him closer. Hiroki complied, grinding their bodies together in slow, agonizing strokes. Tsunehito whimpered softly, feeling himself grow harder even as the other did, their movements building in speed. Hiroki's mouth found the hollow where Tsunehito's neck met his collarbone, a pink tongue darting out to taste his warm, salty skin before he pressing his lips firmly down, sucking hard on the sensitive area.
Back arched, Tsunehito let out a breathy gasp, rolling his hips to meet the other, sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. One of Hiroki's hands traversed the hot skin beneath his shirt, mapping out every line and curve of his lean, long torso. He pushed into that curious touch, demanding more contact. Hiroki's fingers traveled south, eventually coming to rest upon the bulge straining against Tsunehito's pants. He palmed the bassist's erection, stroking the heel of his hand against that sensitive area, faster and faster. Tsunehito moaned, fingers squeezing Hiroki's side with the thrusts, losing rhythm as with a gasp he began to come, hips thrusting up into the drummer's hand.
As euphoria washed over Tsunehito's body, Hiroki's eyes were transfixed by the beautiful sight he made, muscles tensed, face flushed with arousal as he rode out his orgasm. After several moments, Tsunehito opened his eyes, glassy and nearly black with satisfied lust. He lifted one hand, tracing the dimples forming on Hiroki's cheeks.
"Stay the night?"
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