05-Aug-2002 (actual writing started 21-March-2002)
Kaikan Phrase: Duet
by Yoiko and bonnejeanne
Contact: mightyyoiko@hotmail.com, bonnejeanne@yahoo.com
Pairings: Sakuya x Yuki
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Spoilers, Yaoi, Lemon
Part Three
"Im-improvise?" Yuki still felt completely off-balance, but he took that as a fairly blunt indication of Sakuya's intentions. The idea of doing more... it terrified him, but it heated his blood at the same time, and he wasn't about to let his fears rule him. Carefully, he shifted until he was on his hands and knees, straddling Sakuya's hips without putting any of his weight on the singer's battered body. "Like this?" he asked softly, leaning in to just barely brush his lips against Sakuya's.
Yuki was rewarded with a widening of that smile as Sakuya looked up at him. "Not a bad place to start," he murmured. Sliding his hand again around Yuki's neck, he brought the guitar player's face down to his for another kiss, taking his time and fully exploring the young man's mouth. His other hand began slipping the buttons of Yuki's pajama top, one by one.
The thought occurred to Yuki, dimly, that he shouldn't let this go any further, but Sakuya's mouth was so warm, and the gentle play and slide of their tongues was so... intoxicating, and so much better than his best fantasies that he just couldn't stop. He couldn't even bring himself to care that this was most likely, for Sakuya, a casual dalliance that would lead to a cold brush-off in the morning. All that mattered was here and now; he'd abandon self-control for this one chance to touch and be touched by the man he adored, even if his feelings were not returned. Yuki shrugged off the pajama shirt as the last button gave way, and he shivered a little though he was not cold.
Sakuya watched the dark haired young man consideringly, absorbing what he could feel in the contact as well as Yuki's expression and all the other reactions that had occurred previously. "Have you ever done this before?" he asked, keeping his voice gently neutral, without a hint of impatience or derision. His fingertips trailed up from Yuki's stomach to his chest and back down again, slowly.
Yuki stiffened, and his glance shifted away to the side. Was it that obvious? "I've had offers before," he said truthfully, shivering as Sakuya's fingers slid over his skin.
Several things went through Sakuya's mind quickly, including a large helping of amused self-derision. So this was what was under the young actor's reserve. With a slight, mental shrug he thought that it was probably better to find out now than later, after Yuki had spent time helping him because of something other than 'friendship'. The smart thing to do right now would be to kick him back to his sleeping bag ASAP.
Shifting his hips, Sakuya moved himself to one side of the narrow bed. Then he reached up and pulled Yuki from his position over him to his side next to him on the bed. There was enough room for that, and not much more, leaving them in contact along the side. With one hand at Yuki's chin, Sakuya pulled his face down and took another kiss, this one slow, considering, almost assessing. Releasing Yuki's mouth after a little while, he said, "Here are the rules. This is for sex, not love. When I'm back on my feet, it's over. Period. If that doesn't suit you, we stop now. Your choice."
"I understood that before I made my choice," Yuki whispered, and gave Sakuya a bittersweet smile before kissing him again, slow and heated as his hands trailed over Sakuya's chest and belly, calloused fingertips grazing delicately enough to cause no pain as they explored smooth skin and the firm muscles beneath. Sakuya's body was a thing of beauty, lean and lethal as a panther, and Yuki wanted to touch, and taste, and memorize every inch of it. If his heart was destined to be broken, he was determined to make this worth it.
A little twinge of something unrecognizable beat at Sakuya for a moment or two, but he had no facility for guessing what it was. In its place he thought, 'Then he chooses with his eyes open. It's not my liability.' Accepting the kiss, he relaxed into it, his body starting to hum as he began to release the last few brakes on it. His stomach rippled a little at the pleasant touch and his eyes began to close as a smile of hedonistic pleasure curved his lips behind the kiss. Reaching up, he buried his hands in Yuki's thick hair, liking the texture and feel of the well-kept stuff. He breathed deeply, confirming to himself that the guitar player had a scent that was a bit different than anyone else he'd been close to. It was a scent of something fine. Of quality. How ironic, he thought with a little internal laugh. Me and quality. He wished briefly that he wasn't tied down by the damn cast. There were things he'd thought of doing with Yuki's long-limbed body that just weren't going to be possible. But it wasn't important. Getting what you could get before it all became boring again was all there was.
Yuki pulled back enough to trail his lips along Sakuya's jawline, and down over the column of his neck, breathing in the singer's clean scent, faint musk and a slight trace of soap. His hands continued tracing over Sakuya's lean body, feeling the writhe and clench of muscles under his fingertips, as he fastened his mouth on the side of Sakuya's neck, kissing and then sucking and licking the smooth flesh as the fingers in his hair tightened.
Yuki felt Sakuya's neck arch into the caress. One of his hands stayed buried in the thick, long hair, gripping it possessively, but the other hand disentangled to slide along Yuki's shoulder and along his bare chest. Flattening against the pectoral, his thumb found one nipple and circled it, rubbing against the nub until it was erect. It was a good thing the cut-offs were a little loose - his cock was already straining at the normally roomy material. The ache was delicious.
Yuki made a soft noise, somewhere between a whisper and a moan, and his teeth scraped lightly over Sakuya's skin as he arched blindly toward the teasing caress. The pajama pants had wound around his legs, tangling with the clean cotton sheets, and the restriction made him feel hot and restless. He shifted, and his questing fingers found the edge of Sakuya's waistband and stroked the skin there, flirting just beneath the edge of the fabric.
Sakuya tugged, not harshly but firmly, on the hair still twined in his fingers, pulling Yuki's head up, away from his neck, so he could look at his eyes.
"Go ahead, if you want to," he said. "But I want to see your face."
Yuki paused, frozen by the very intensity of Sakuya's gaze, and then he slowly and deliberately opened the front of the cutoffs and, for the first time in his life, touched another man's cock. His fingers curled around it, hesitantly, and he looked up, blushing and a bit awed to find himself actually *doing* this, and his eyes met Sakuya's directly. The sheer intimacy of the moment was both frightening and electrifying, and he slowly began to stroke the hard flesh in his hand, wondering if his whole life had been nothing but a build-up to this moment.
Darkly-lashed eyelids dropped a little, a simple reflex response to pleasure, but the vivid blue eyes continued to meet Yuki's. Sakuya smiled. "That's... good," he murmured. "Grip it a little tighter..." His free hand wandered over, fingers stroking the back of Yuki's hand, down, then up along his arm. A bead of clear liquid quickly formed at the tip of the organ in Yuki's hand, and Yuki slid his thumb over it, smearing it over the head; his fingers tightened more confidently as he shivered at Sakuya's touch.
"Like this?" he whispered.
His answer was a nod and the deeper rise and fall of Sakuya's chest. The singer let his hand drift again, fingertips picking up a trace of that smeared fluid from his cock. Reaching up, he painted a trace of it on Yuki's lower lip, and then drew his head down for a savage kiss. Holding Yuki's face with both hands, Sakuya's tongue picked up the rhythm of the guitar player's hand, delving as deeply as it could reach.
Yuki whimpered, and opened up to the kiss eagerly. The taste was salty, with a slight hint of bitterness, and Yuki tangled his tongue around Sakuya's as the motions of his hand sped up.
A low groan by the singer was muffled in the kiss. Yuki could feel Sakuya's hips lifting slightly under his touch, not as free as he would have been without the cast but flexing into the insistent caress. Finally his mouth broke away and he took several deep breaths. Sliding his hand down to Yuki's wrist, he pulled it away. "No hurry," he said, his voice rough-edged but still melodic. "Let's make it last a while." A slightly unfocused smile drifted across his features. "You're... overdressed..."
"I am," Yuki agreed a little breathlessly. His lips still tingled from the kiss, and his fingers curled slightly inward, missing the feel of the rigid flesh they'd cradled. He wanted to know what Sakuya looked like, and sounded like, when he came... he wanted more, but he made no move resist the grip on his wrist. With his free hand, he untied the drawstring holding the loose pajama pants in place.
Yuki's reward was a more focused smile, as Sakuya reached down to tug at the thin material. Weighted by the cast, he let go after a moment and lay back. "Take them off. I want to see you." The singer's right hand curled loosely around his own erection as he waited for Yuki to obey his instruction.
Yuki blushed at that, but he readily slid the pajama pants off and kicked them away. His muscles were not quite as sharply defined as Sakuya's, but a lifetime of dedicated training had left him with a lean, well-sculpted body. He knew he had nothing to be ashamed of, and yet... the urge to cover himself, or hide his expression behind his hair, was almost irresistible. Instead, he deliberately straightened and met Sakuya's unnervingly intense gaze with a mild, silent challenge.
The challenge slid off Sakuya unnoticed. His attention was on the body revealed to him, one which he was familiar enough with to have speculated about. His hand's loose grip slid along his cock as he took in details that had been denied to him by clothing. His tongue touched his lower lip briefly as his expression shifted into appreciative with a slight touch of predatory. As if to some unspoken question, he nodded. Shifting carefully onto his side, his hand left himself to close around Yuki's waist and draw him closer. Close enough to bring their bodies in tentative contact, and close enough to allow him to slide his hand down and over the curve of Yuki's hip.
Yuki gasped; there was a jolt of pleasure as his cock bumped against Sakuya's, and he shifted a little closer, seeking more contact. He was blindingly aware of the hand on his hip, and he pushed forward slightly, all but falling apart at the feeling of their hard shafts rubbing against each other. He kept the motion slow, wanting to savor it as much as possible, but just the idea of what they were doing was almost enough to make him explode.
There was a low murmur in response to the mutual friction and Sakuya's head tilted back, as his hand stroked along the curve of Yuki's hip and squeezed the fullness there. Fingertips ghosted along the cleft. Leaning closer still, the singer began kissing and licking Yuki's throat. He could feel the tension in the guitar player's body at a high pitch, but he decided he wouldn't be displeased if Yuki lost control of himself prematurely. Better if he didn't, but his inexperience would have to be taken account of, as strange as it seemed to the singer. Then, he reminded himself, his upbringing was hardly typical. Letting the thoughts dissolve, he kissed his way down Yuki's chest to run his tongue around the aureole of one well-formed nipple.
Yuki gasped at the melting heat of that caress, and he froze, desperately holding on to what few shreds of self-control he still possessed. "Sakuya...!" he whispered hoarsely, and his hands buried themselves in Sakuya's hair, tugging uncertainly as though Yuki hadn't decided whether to push the singer away, or pull him in closer. The moment of desperate urgency passed, and Yuki began to grind his hips again, slowly, arching forward against Sakuya's hard body and then back into the teasingly light pressure of his hand.
Sakuya continued to lick and suckle the responsive nub of flesh, until it was peaked and aching, and then moved his attention to the other. Each time Yuki flexed back, his fingers rubbed deeper into the valley, fingertips finding the tight opening there. Not seeking to enter, they simply grazed the puckered flesh, circling and teasing it, letting it slide away with each movement of his hips. The singer's body began to rock as well, the cast keeping the movement from being as free, but the slight friction adding to the tease of both erections.
It felt good, and he let it go on for a while before his hand finally slid away from the guitar player's backside and between them, long fingers circling both their cocks and securing them against each other, taking the friction-induced sensations and pushing them to a higher level. Lifting his mouth from Yuki's skin and leaning back, he watched the dark-haired young man with a slight, unfocused smile as he began stroking them both towards release.
"OH!" Yuki cried, astonished at how much a difference it made, when the hand touching him was not his own. "It-Sakuya-I-!" His eyes slid mostly shut, till only a needy glitter appeared between dark lashes, and his breathing quickened until he was panting, dry-mouthed, the motion of his hips gone jerky as instinct pushed him over the edge. A hoarse little cry worked its way past his dry throat as the release tore through him, leaving him shaken and amazed, the echoes of pleasure still thrumming in his body.
The singer was only a moment or two behind him, the sound of his name in Yuki's voice, the need, want and surprise of it, pleasing a predatory aspect of himself awakened by the guitar player. Closing his eyes, the slight smile tightened as the wave of sensation swept through him, leaving his body relaxed and reset. His fingers and both their bodies smeared with each other's come, Sakuya relaxed back against the pillows Yuki had piled there earlier. He had an impulse to wipe the thick stuff from his fingers onto Yuki's fine-boned face, just to see him defaced that way. Lifting his hand, he gave in to the impulse, smearing the sticky fluid across the bass player's cheek and rubbing it with his thumb along Yuki's lower lip.
Yuki blinked, still feeling somewhat dazed from the intensity of it all. His tongue tested the slickness at his lips, grazing Sakuya's fingertips as his expression shifted ever so slightly; the taste was as salty as before, but more bitter, and he wasn't at all sure that he liked it.
On the other hand, it was certainly worth a little bitter aftertaste, to feel so wonderful!
Sakuya's mouth pulled slightly to one side. "You don't have to pretend it tastes good," he murmured, his voice a little blurred with exhaustion and relaxation. Lifting a corner of the sheet negligently, he cleaned the trace from Yuki's cheek. His eyelids were getting heavy, the sum of the day weighing his body down like lead. Letting his arm settle on Yuki's waist, he curled his head into the pillow as his eyes began to drift closed. Sleep was an elusive balm sometimes, out of reach no matter how tired his body might be. Feeling the soft gray rising to meet him, his features relaxed and softened, showing for a moment a relief that summoned a much younger Sakuya in his face.
Yuki sighed softly, and watched him sleep for a while, thinking to himself that there didn't seem any point in trying to pretend *anything* for Sakuya. The singer seemed to have an uncanny ability to read his thoughts...
"So there's no hiding how I feel," Yuki thought to himself, but the naked vulnerability of that notion frightened him more than a little--especially after a lifetime of perfecting the art of camouflage, and hiding his true thoughts and feelings from his father. It eased his anxiety a little, just looking at Sakuya, marveling over the sweet innocence of his sleeping face, and thinking that, even if Sakuya booted him out of the apartment in the morning, he was here *now*.
He drowsily decided that, while he still wasn't so sure about the taste, he liked their mingled scents. He curled up carefully beside Sakuya, and went to sleep, a contented smile curving his lips.
Sakuya was not a morning person, and the first morning he woke in his own apartment after the accident was on the list of all-time mornings that sucked.
His head hurt. His leg hurt like shit. His whole body ached. This in itself was not much of a surprise and if he'd been in a better mood he might have appreciated the fact that he'd actually slept a number of hours without interruption, something he hadn't been able to do in the hospital ward, certainly. However he woke in pain, his body uncomfortably sticky in certain places, and a long strand of hair was tickling his mouth and nose. Getting out of bed to attend to the next necessary function was painful, awkward and difficult.
Once inside the small bathroom, he left the cut-offs on the floor - they'd practically tripped him to begin with. After relieving himself, he got on the chair that Yuki had carefully placed back into the shower, and turned the warm water on, simply letting it run over his head and body until some of the rawness and discomfort were eased. Sitting under the warm spray, he thought about what he'd left curled along the edge of his bed. Reaching back to squeeze the knotted muscles in the back of his neck, he found himself wondering idly how the young actor would behave when he woke.
"May I?" a voice said softly behind him, and long, warm fingers gently pushed Sakuya's hand out of the way and began massaging his neck and shoulders with practiced ease. Yuki concentrated on working the stiffness out of Sakuya's muscles, and tried not to think of anything else.
Sakuya would probably kick him out, any minute now.
Sakuya had most efficiently distracted him from making the man take his medicine, and was probably suffering for it now.
The dried stickiness on his belly itched. He hoped he'd at least get to bathe before he was kicked out.
"How do you feel?" he asked, and was pleased to note that his voice sounded smooth.
"Like shit," the answer was rough-edged, but also somewhat matter-of-fact as Sakuya's eyes closed and he slowly relaxed into Yuki's hands. The guitar-player's strong fingers felt almost too good, but whereas his pride might make him stiff-necked about accepting some kinds of assistance, this was a different matter. He should probably have Yuki leave sometime soon, for the simple reason of the emotion he'd seen in the young man's eyes the night before. Doing it now would cause fewer problems than doing it later, would be kinder to the guitar player in the long run. What he had already decided to do instead wasn't anything more than using the young man.
After a little while, feeling a great deal better than when he'd woken, the throbbing pulses of pain localizing to his leg, a few of the worst bruises and scrapes, and a much reduced ache between his temples, he reached out and snagged the soap and pushed it back into Yuki's hands. "You're getting wet, might as well finish," he said. "Still think you want to stay?"
"Until you're well enough to toss me out," Yuki replied smoothly, making quick use of the soap and feeling rather grateful that at least Sakuya couldn't see him at the moment; he was certain his expression would betray him. Not that he'd really expected any kind of warmth from Sakuya this morning, but still... some well-hidden part of him had been wishing for it, anyway. "But for right now, I'm the only thing standing between you and the tender nursing care of Santa and the others."
The singer tilted his head back and opened his eyes specifically to watch Yuki bathe himself. He didn't bother to mask the expression of appreciation at the view. "You could look at it that way," he answered rather mildly for him. "Maybe you're the only thing standing between Santa and the others and a charge of trespassing or an ugly physical expulsion from my apartment." The slight, lazy smile was sardonic.
"Like I said, as soon as you're physically capable," Yuki replied, smiling down at him. "It wouldn't be fair to leave you to their mercies until *after* you're well enough to defend yourself. And it would be hard to organize rehearsals, if they were in prison."
"I think you underestimate what I'm physically capable of *now*," Sakuya growled, grabbing Yuki's wrist in a firm grasp. The soap slipped out of the guitar player's hand. Sakuya gave a tug, forcing Yuki to move around and in front of him as he rested on the chair, or lose his balance in the shower. The slightly unfocused, small smile Yuki had seen the night before returned to the singer's face as he looked at the wet, naked, and partially soapy young man now in front of him.
"Do I?" Yuki asked, a little breathlessly, startled a bit as the sheer forcefulness of the maneuver sparked a swift rush of desire; he blushed as his body started to react to Sakuya's nearness and intensity, but he made no effort to conceal it or to pull free of the firm grip around his wrist. "What, exactly, are you physically capable of?"
Sakuya inclined his body up from the slouch he'd slipped into when Yuki was massaging his scalp. The smooth movement bunched muscles in his abdomen as he curled forward. Reaching his free hand up, he directed water from the spray that was now hitting Yuki's back and running over his shoulders and down his chest towards the remains of the lather on the guitar-player's body. After that minimum rinsing, he reached around Yuki and turned off the water. Then he released Yuki's wrist, and ran that hand over the young man's wet skin, enjoying the contours, to capture his awakening erection in a firm grip. Bracing his unbroken leg under the chair for balance, he leaned closer, head tilting down to flicker his tongue over the tip of Yuki's cock.
"Oh!" Yuki gasped, and as his knees weakened he placed his hands on Sakuya's shoulders to steady himself. "Sakuya..." he moaned, and the sound was half protest, half plea, as Yuki clung desperately to the last shreds of his already-shaken composure. The slick warmth of Sakuya's tongue was an unbelievable sensation, and while Yuki's body was suddenly as taut as a bowstring with urgent need, his heart absolutely melted at the idea of Sakuya being willing to do such a thing, such a sheerly intimate gesture.
Damn if Yuki hadn't underestimated him, after all.
Observing the guitar player's reaction, Sakuya felt satisfied yet again. There was something very pleasing about watching the normally-collected young man struggle so desperately not to fall completely to pieces. Something so fresh about that fragile dignity. It was infinitely more involving than the jaded needs of his most recent lover. It chased away boredom and the empty feeling that was his near-constant companion. Opening his lips, he took the heated flesh into his mouth slowly, tasting the clean skin, a little trace of soap mingling with the muskier clear secretion. He felt the hands resting on his shoulders clutch slightly. Tilting his head to one side, he took most of the length in his mouth, let it slide almost all the way out, then moved forward again. Slowly, he increased the tempo of his movements according to the intensity of Yuki's response.
"If you... If..." Yuki mumbled, then bit his lip to stifle a gasp as Sakuya engulfed him. His breath was coming in quick, sharp pants, and his face was drawn up in a grimace that could have passed for pained, if it weren't for the flush of desire spreading over his chest and darkening his cheeks. "If you want... oh!" he tried again, and tossed his head back, long hair draggling over his wet shoulders, clinging to his skin and the wet tiles of the shower wall as he whimpered. What Sakuya was doing to him was so far beyond anything he'd even dared to imagine... he closed his eyes, and his lips parted on a throaty moan.
Sakuya heard the words, and filed them away to ask about later. He steadied himself by resting his free hand, the one not snugly ringing Yuki's shaft, on the guitar player's hip, stroking it lightly. Letting his eyes drift closed from time to time, he concentrated on what he was doing, using skills developed in places the refined young actor had probably never imagined existed. It wasn't often he exerted himself to this extent, but it was certainly satisfying in this instance. Hollowing his cheeks, he drew Yuki's flesh in and out of his mouth, running his tongue along the vein and probing the slit at the tip. He planned to have the boy's come, if it left him sprawled in the floor of the shower.
"I can't..." Yuki gasped in warning, and as Sakuya continued relentlessly it was all Yuki could do to keep from thrusting forward, deeper into the warmth of the singer's mouth; he shifted, restlessly, his fingers sliding over Sakuya's shoulders, and he trembled with tension that coiled, shuddering, deep inside him, and he knew that he was completely lost. "I can't!" he cried softly, and his control snapped. The pleasure built still higher and then shattered, and his mouth dropped open in a wordless cry of release.
Sakuya pulled back just a little at the right moment, enough to keep from choking, then took Yuki back into his mouth, carrying him through the crest of the orgasm and a bit beyond. He didn't swallow, allowing the thick white fluid to coat Yuki's cock and dribble out of his mouth. Leaning back finally, he wiped his mouth, dropping the excess onto the floor of the shower and swallowing what remained in his mouth. Observing the guitar player in his aftermath, he smiled lazily. "You asked what I was capable of."
Dazed, Yuki staggered slightly, and his feet slipped out from under him. He slid down the wall with the squeaking sound of naked flesh sliding over tiles, and found his footing just after bumping his hip painfully on the cold-water dial. He winced, and straightened up carefully, quickly turning off the dribble of cold water running down over his back. /Well, that was graceful.../
"I did ask that, didn't I?" he asked, rubbing his hip ruefully. Sakuya probably thought he was an idiot--a *clumsy* idiot--but it seemed he was incapable of maintaining his composure in the singer's presence, especially after... that. His heart was still racing, and his legs were still a little shaky, and he wondered if Sakuya would let him...
Reaching up, Sakuya grabbed a handful of long hair and pulled the young man down to his level as he'd done the night before, kissing him briefly, but lacking nothing in thoroughness. Releasing the strand of dark hair, the singer began to shift on the chair, using the back of it to support him as he rose and stepped out of the shower enclosure. As the night before, he found the process of trying to dry himself one-handed awkward and gave it up after toweling his hair superficially.
"Allow me?" Yuki said, holding up a towel, and when Sakuya didn't protest, he moved in closer, 'til their bodies were almost touching. There was a tiny trickle of water running from Sakuya's hairline down along his neck, and Yuki leaned in to lick the water away before slowly, gently rubbing the towel there. He delicately tasted the droplets clinging to Sakuya's broad shoulders, and pooling in the dip between his collarbones, before bringing the towel to follow his lips' path.
"Are you interested in finding out what *I'm* capable of?" he murmured softly against Sakuya's skin, blushing and afraid to look up in case Sakuya was wearing that sardonic grin. The man could have anyone he wanted; he certainly didn't have to settle for the inexpert, if loving, attempts of someone like Yuki... but oh, Yuki couldn't stop himself!
"I admit, I *am* curious," Sakuya answered, observing the blush. It made him feel a thousand years old, but at the same time it suspended his ennui. His fingertips brushed along Yuki's skin, conscious that he wouldn't be able to stand a lot longer without either the crutches or something more substantial to lean against.
Yuki moved a bit more quickly, drying Sakuya with gentle swipes of the towel. "This might be more comfortable for you in bed," he suggested, finally looking up to meet Sakuya's eyes. His own eyes had darkened to a stormy, passionate grey above his blush-stained cheeks as the towel slid down over Sakuya's hips and lower abdomen.
The singer's lip curled slightly before the self-mocking expression smoothed away to a more familiar neutrality. To distract himself from the vexation of his inability to move freely, he concentrated on the feel of the towel across his skin. Indicating his agreement with a single nod, he reached for the crutches, unaware of the unconscious confidence in his movements even now. Upon reaching the bed, he sat, putting the crutches aside and glancing back at the guitar player.
Yuki was still blushing, but he smiled and crossed the short distance between them with an easy grace. "Thank you," he whispered, leaning down to brush his lips against Sakuya's, lightly. Water dripped from his bangs onto Sakuya's chest, and Yuki kissed the droplets away. With a bit of a mischievous grin, he pulled a long lock of his hair forward and painted a glistening trail across Sakuya's chest, sliding the dripping silk over and around one taut nipple before using his tongue to follow the wet path. Sakuya's skin was warm, and smooth, and Yuki could feel the steady thump of the singer's heartbeat under his lips as they surrounded the sensitive peak of flesh.
Sakuya leaned back, supporting himself on one arm, his eyes closing partially as he felt the warm, moist tug of suction. His other hand slid around Yuki's head, fingers pushing into the wet locks. The sensations spread pleasure through him, guiding heat and blood down to his lap.
Yuki pulled away just enough to paint another cool, wet stripe over Sakuya's chest, down over the rock-hard abs. He paused to smile again, shyly, before slowly following this new pathway with his mouth, licking and kissing his way down to Sakuya's navel, delighting in the way the skin shivered under his lips.
Then, grinning, he dragged the ends of his hair over the tip of Sakuya's cock.
Already at attention, the organ quivered and Sakuya's eyes closed tightly for a few seconds before opening halfway, the blue jewels veiled by dark lashes. A soft gasp escaped from the singer's lips.
Yuki looked directly into those half-lidded eyes as he opened his mouth, carefully keeping his teeth covered as he took just the tip in. This... this he had daydreamed about, in those few guilty moments of privacy he was afforded in his father's house. His eyes slid closed as he pushed his head slowly forward, mesmerized by the faint salt-musky taste, the smell of Sakuya's skin, the heat and the feel of it in his mouth. His tongue slid over the ridge of skin where shaft and tip met, and explored the vein on the underside as he slowly, deliberately pushed as far as he could go, 'til he felt the tip of Sakuya's cock nudging the back of his throat. He opened his eyes again, meeting Sakuya's eyes as he swallowed, and for a brief moment he was able to take in all of it before he had to back away. He pulled back until he had just the tip in his mouth again, and took in a few breaths through his nose until the gag impulse faded, and then he began again, more confidently this time, and engulfed Sakuya completely.
The singer leaned back further, propped on his elbows, foregoing even a touch to that damp, dark hair he actually liked very much. In this position he could give his full concentration to the sensations Yuki was creating around his now-aching cock. As the guitar player took him deep into his throat, feeling the muscles of his throat work around him. It felt amazingly delicious. He kept a grip on his impulse to thrust into the warm, wet enclosure, hips unmoving even though muscles tensed and flexed beneath the skin. Anticipating the young man's pace, and the likely slow torture he'd be put through as a result, Sakuya settled to enjoy it. Licking his lips, he allowed a soft groan to escape, feeling the sensations begin their build to the inevitable.
The sound made Yuki's heart race; he'd always thought that Sakuya's singing voice, growling racy lyrics, was the sexiest sound imaginable... but now he knew better. He moaned softly around the flesh in his mouth as he began to pick up the pace, closing his eyes in concentration.
That moan was only the first of a soft symphony, as Sakuya leaned all the way back against the bed, pressing his hands palms down against the mattress. His muscles tensed and flexed, yet he stayed in the same position. The soft sounds, part moan, part growl, with a liquid undertone came more frequently, as the singer began to pant. He focused on the sensations building in his body until the wave built to a crest and crashed over his consciousness, pulling a last cry from his lips and fisting his hands against the covers as his body pumped out his essence in release.
Yuki choked, and swallowed, and swallowed again. A small trickle escaped from one corner of his mouth, and as he slowly released Sakuya's softening flesh, he caught the fluid on one fingertip and musingly licked it off. It was still salty, but not as bitter, and he savored it as proof that he'd given Sakuya pleasure.
Perhaps it was an acquired taste...
TBC