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“What the hell? Who is that!”
Akinori heard the familiar sound of his bandmate’s voice yelling to him down the street. AK looked up from his phone, standing there at a street corner watching the guitarist approach him with distinctive pink sections of hair dyed beneath his glossy black.
“Who the hell are you?” Yusuke called out to him cheerfully. He was laughing so happily under the glow of the multicolored lights on this street, reflecting red and white off his shiny pretty hair.
Then AK was grabbed in an eager friendly hug, with slender tattooed arms wrapping around him and the scent of something sweet and wonderful flooding his senses. Why did Yusuke smell so good? Like hotel sheets and cotton candy.
“It's just me,” AK told him, still wondering who the hell he was supposed to be, if not himself.
“Did you shave?” Yusuke asked him with total incredulity, grabbing his chin to examine him with big brown eyes.
“Oh, yeah I did. I don't know if I'll keep it.”
Yusuke’s fingers with the painted nails were stroking his jawline, feeling how smooth it was.
“Well damn, you look sexy.”
It was funny to hear that from your friend, from the boyish silly guitarist who sometimes bugged you on road trips. Akinori felt his eyes go wide, felt his eyebrows go way up. Then he was laughing.
“You like it? Hey, thanks.” He shot a hopeful grin at Yusuke, who replied with a nod, and then grabbed his hand. Yusuke's slim and elegant hand always felt a little cold, and the jewelry poked him, but it was also amazingly soft, and Akinori felt a certain comfort by his side.
“Come on, let's go inside,” the guitarist told him, so he followed.
Akinori had everything he needed in this bar: a beer, a cute friend next to him, and the whole night free to do whatever he wanted.
A friend! Just a friend, nothing particularly cute about him. Except that it was kind of cute the way the longer pink part of his hair rested gently on his shoulder, and the flawless skin of his collarbone looked so pretty where his open neckline showed off his black tank top underneath. It looked sexy. No. Stylish.
They had gone out before with Yusuke in much sexier outfits: some sheer black things, little straps over his cute shoulders, chokers of course, and shirts with necklines dipping just a little too close to showing his nipples. His skinny chest always looked kind of pretty like that. Or on another night, his arms were the highlight, all bare and showing off his tattoos with a casual sleeveless top. AK thought his looks were great.
“How's the beer?”
Yusuke's voice was always more boyish than his pretty face, especially when he wore all that eye shadow. AK hadn't bothered with makeup, they were just going out for a drink. But Yusuke might have even had on some lipstick. AK really wasn't sure, just that his lips looked so pink and full and cute. No. Stylish? He was running out of excuses to call his bandmate cute or pretty.
“The beer is good,” Akinori answered. Nailed it.
Yusuke rested his chin in his hand, painted fingers fiddling with a straw wrapper.
“How's your drink?” the bassist remembered he could ask.
“Oh, it's alright.” Yusuke took the straw with an elegant hand to take a sip with those pretty full lips. AK found himself watching and feeling so dizzy he could black out. Why did that interest him so much, watching Yusuke put his pretty hand on it and then his lips…
Those lips would be so cute sucking–
Akinori coughed, shifted in his seat at the bar and adjusted his pants. So maybe he liked the thought of Yusuke putting his pretty mouth on his dick. That was probably kind of super gay.
“Hey, do you like boys?” Yusuke asked him.
Akinori tried not to choke on his beer. He managed to drink it, but still had to answer.
“Uhh… Do you?” AK countered right back.
“Sure, I mean, doesn't matter to me.” Yusuke offered a cute little laugh, his posture all elegant and awkward at once. “I just think you look really good tonight, I want to see if we can find you a date.”
“Ohh.” Akinori sipped his beer again, foot tapping on the rung of the bar seat below him. “I thought you were my date.”
Yusuke laughed out loud at that, bright and adorable. “Right, of course. I'm your date. But yeah, I wonder if I know your type.” He rubbed his chin in thought, turning to eye the crowd in this place. “I'll pick someone for you, and you tell me what you think.”
Akinori was thinking. “How do you know if you like boys?” he asked.
Yusuke seemed to find that funny. His smile about it was really endearing.
“You just know it when you feel it.” The guitarist was about to demonstrate. “If he… smiles, and you want to get closer.” He reached to put his hand warmly on Akinori's shoulder. “If he touches you? Look at me. If he touches you, and you feel something doing flips in your chest?”
Akinori looked in his eyes, and he felt it. His heart was doing flips.
Yusuke withdrew to lightly stroke the back of AK’s hand against the table. “If he takes your hand and you just feel… something.”
Yeah, he was feeling something.
“I feel it,” Akinori told him.
Yusuke laughed. “No, I'm just giving an example.” His hand went back to his drink. AK thought he was pretty sexy with his neckline almost falling down his shoulder. The strap of his tank top made him think about taking off pieces of Yusuke’s clothing, getting him down to the bare skin emblazoned with that gigantic butterfly across his back.
“Do you still like me?” Akinori asked.
“What do you mean?” Yusuke kept laughing uncomfortably.
“I mean, we used to kiss.” It was inevitable, tipsy in some dark club when Yusuke was wearing something sheer with a choker on his neck. Akinori remembered those pretty hands stroking his chest, and Yusuke’s cute smile between soft, hot kisses.
“Oh.” Yusuke stared back at him. There was a bartender pouring something nearby, the clinking of glasses, and someone laughing across the room. “Wait, you're not just joking?”
“No, I'm not joking,” AK told him. It was hard to hold any eye contact, but he wanted to be honest. He also wanted to just go for it. “Hey, is this bar even gay?”
“What?” Yusuke was half laughing. He pointed toward a small rainbow flag hanging up. “Yeah, I guess.”
AK rephrased the question. “Can I kiss you in here?”
Yusuke's eyes went wide, and he nearly missed his mouth with the straw in his drink. He sipped it, and AK just waited.
“Go ahead,” the guitarist told him finally, like a dare.
So Akinori leaned over, took Yusuke's face in his hand without overthinking it, and kissed him straight on those plush pink lips. The butterflies were going crazy in his stomach.
It was over too soon, that kiss. After that, he watched Yusuke staring at his phone, typing out a message or something.
Akinori's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, and there was a message from someone with a cute little image with glossy black hair.
[21:29] ysk: take me home with you?
[21:30] AK: wdym
[21:30] ysk: do you want to have sex?
[21:30] AK: yeah lol
They met each other's eyes for just a second and were caught up in laughter. Akinori felt himself blushing hot in the cheeks while he laughed, and each of them reached for their drink.
As soon as they were inside Akinori's place with their shoes left at the door, Yusuke held his hand again, like he had out on the street. He led Akinori to the couch and told him to sit down.
“What should I do?” AK asked him, gazing up at the simple elegance of a young-looking man who just happened to be older than him. Yusuke had such smooth skin, and his earrings were pretty, and his body would be so delicate and easy to hold under those loose clothes.
“Take your shirt off,” Yusuke told him.
“Oh, okay.” AK didn't mind if he seemed eager. He undid all the buttons, happy to show off what muscle he had. He didn't mind showing off his ink, either. Akinori left his shirt flung across the arm of the couch, casually flexing his own arms just enough to show off a bit. “Hey, take yours off too.”
Yusuke pulled his top over his head so smoothly. His arms were bare in his black tank top, but covered in so many inked designs. He glanced at AK before he did it, then pulled off the second top too.
Akinori didn't even know how the other man got into his lap, straddling him and kissing him like they'd just met at a bar and decided to go home together… right, they did that. His kisses were so passionate though; AK thought it was so sexy.
“Damn, you kiss like hella good.”
Yusuke laughed at that, stroking his arms.
“You kiss pretty good, too.” He stroked Akinori's chest against his palms and decided to tease his bare nipples with his fingertips.
AK started murmuring about how he was going to turn him on if he kept this up. (He really felt concerned about it, like what would happen then?)
“...gonna get me hard if you keep doing that.”
“That's the idea,” Yusuke told him, and stroked his thumbs over his hardening nipples. (It felt soooo crazy good. AK wanted to tell him, but he felt kind of shy.) “You're a top, right?” Yusuke sounded pretty sure about it, but also just awkward enough to be super cute.
“Yeah, I think so,” Akinori replied.
“Oh, you want me to put it in you?” Yusuke offered instead.
He laughed from the nerves. “In my mouth would be alright.” AK thought it was brave of him to offer outright, but he was pretty sure he would love to do it.
“You want that?” Yusuke grabbed his face to give him a good, hot kiss. “Careful, I mean, you're gonna get me hard too.” He shifted on Akinori's lap, pressing up against him, clearly getting hard like he said.
AK decided to grab him in his pants while he kissed this pretty man on the neck, stroking the shape of him and feeling him get more aroused under the touch. He pressed more kisses along his bare shoulder, getting into it, nipping at the soft skin, but then Yusuke left his lap.
He led Akinori off to the bedroom, Akinori’s own bedroom, but Yusuke knew where it was. They had slept off a night together there, even cuddled before, with AK telling his dick to go down while smelling his hair. He was just now realizing that he didn't just get hard back then because it kind of felt like holding some girl, or just because it was intimate– but maybe he liked this boy in particular.
“Lie down and open your pants,” this boy was telling him. Hell yeah.
Akinori did what he was told– pulling back the covers, reclining on the pillows, and getting his button and zipper undone. Then Yusuke knelt there between his legs, all sexy shirtless and marked with ink designs, his pretty hand touching Akinori's dick through his underwear. AK was glad the pillows were propped up enough to let him really watch.
“Fuck, man… I think I've dreamed about this.” He was mesmerized by the sight already. “I dunno, maybe I just thought about it.”
Yusuke laughed softly, awkward in that cute way that balanced his devastating elegance. His hand was still stroking, and it felt really good.
“Thought about anything else?” he asked.
AK hummed in thought. “When you have a straw in your drink, it's just… the way you suck on it…”
Yusuke laughed harder at that. “Pervert.” But he tugged down at Akinori's trousers, and then the waistband of his underwear, too. His cock sprung up totally hard and ready. Yusuke decided to stroke it in his hand with the painted nails, and then he bent down fluidly, elegantly to give the tip a kiss.
AK was watching like he'd just snagged a fish and was reeling it in, waiting to see how big he had scored. Those big brown eyes looked up at him, and Yusuke licked the head of his cock all sweet and hot. AK truly thought he could lose it right then all over his face, he had really scored big. But he held back, flexing his pelvic muscles and waiting to see what happened next.
Those pretty plush lips felt so good wrapped around it. Yusuke was skilled at this, wasn't he? (How could a guy be such a skilled composer and this on top of it?) Akinori didn't move a muscle while he watched it happen– the dark eyelashes fluttering, the way Yusuke's slim fingers held his cock at the base to take him deeper…
Akinori found himself slipping a hand into his hair, and it was soft and silky, falling through his fingers while he stroked and pet. When Yusuke pulled back from that, Akinori had one plan.
“Hey, take off your pants.”
Yusuke got his hands on the fastenings to wriggle out of his clothes, dropping the rest of them to lie back naked on the bed. He really looked cute and just like himself with all those tattoos. His cock was cute too, blushing and dribbling precum against his smooth skin. Akinori wanted to put it in his mouth.
“Uh, do you need anything?” he asked first. “Water, snacks?”
“No, I'm good,” Yusuke told him, laughing. “Ask me after you’ve fucked me.”
AK was too stunned by that comment to reply. He probably made a surprised face, he couldn't exactly control his face. But it was such a good surprise. Then he was kneeling over Yusuke to kiss down his bare torso, take his cock in hand, and give it a good lick. Fingers were in his hair immediately, stroking his head so sweetly. Akinori took him into his mouth without any more hesitation.
Yusuke was quiet at first, just stroking his hair, but then he made such wonderful soft sounds of pleasure. It felt so good to make that happen for him, and the feeling of being praised for it, even just with touch, made Akinori feel his dick throb harder, if it was possible.
“That's good,” Yusuke told him, genuine and sweet, but he also had a question. “Do you have a condom?”
Akinori pulled off him. “Yeah.”
“Want to use it?”
“Hell yeah.”
Yusuke smiled like he was trying not to laugh. “So, you want to do it like this?”
Then slender tattooed arms were pulling him closer, and Yusuke was kissing him so sweetly. Akinori managed to pull himself away to find a condom packet in his bedside table.
“You have–” Yusuke started, and then happily laughed at the sight of a bottle of lube. “Yeah, we need that.”
“Should I…?” AK knelt there on the bed with his items in hand, not sure what to do with them. He knew the general idea, but what did the other man expect of him exactly? He didn't want to get it wrong.
“You can just go for it,” Yusuke told him, adjusting the pillows and shifting a little closer, a little more flat on his back. His legs were open, AK was there between them.
He never thought he'd see this day. Yusuke seemed so ready for him, his cute face slightly flushed pink, his pretty lips reddened from arousal and his dark eyes shining. His body was so cute too, slender with such a masculine but delicate frame and ruddy nipples bare for him to see. Akinori leaned down to kiss each one, then the middle of his flat chest, and Yusuke spoke to him. His voice sounded casual but just a bit desperate.
“Come on, put it in.”
Didn't have to tell him again. Akinori ripped open the condom packet and got himself ready, slicked up with lube while knelt between his legs. He shifted, grabbing for tissues, and wiped his hand before grabbing Yusuke's slim pretty thighs to get him in position.
“Seriously, how is your skin so soft?”
“What?” said Yusuke, laughing. “I don't know, I take care of myself.”
“I’ll take care of you,” Akinori told him with a smirk, rubbing his cockhead up against his hole.
He saw Yusuke subtly smiling back as if he didn't mind the joke. Maybe he liked it.
“Put it right in?” Akinori just wanted to make sure he wasn’t messing it up.
“Yes.” Yusuke flung his head back against the pillow, arms splaying above his head. He was so smooth and pretty… What was he trying to do, show off how fuckable he was? Akinori already knew that. Maybe Yusuke was just that ready for it.
AK grabbed his thigh while he slid it in, his eyes fluttering shut from the incredible feeling of being buried inside him, tight muscles gripping his pulsing cock. He heard himself moaning pathetically, but goddamn it felt so good. He saw that Yusuke had shut his eyes, lying there below him all pretty and serene while Akinori started to work up a rhythm. When Yusuke’s pink lips parted with a sound of pleasure, AK stared intently to wait for more. He watched with shallow breaths, thrusting in him steadily and taking in the sight. He felt like he was defiling something so beautiful, the calm elegance of the man who played his guitar so skillfully near him on the stage. But Yusuke really enjoyed it, didn’t he?
“Do you like that?” Akinori asked him.
“Yeah, that feels so good.” That was definitely Yusuke, his masculine voice and his sweet subtle smile. His hips met the other man’s thrusts, slim muscles shifting, arms splayed so elegantly as though he had been posed that way. Akinori already knew he would treasure this memory forever. He kept hoping it wouldn’t pop up while they were on stage, god forbid, but at least his bass wouldn’t have any trouble hiding his boner if it did.
Akinori got lost in the feeling of fucking him good and deep, hearing Yusuke’s soft cries of pleasure responding to his own. He tried not to be too loud, but when it felt so good, he heard himself groaning– or making more pathetic, whiny sounds.
Yusuke grabbed his hand. His shining dark eyes were calm and sweet while he gazed up, serene and still looking flawless, unaffected except for the warm pink flush gently coloring his cheeks. Then Akinori gave him a good hard thrust, and the pretty eyes rolled back and fluttered shut, plush lips gasping. Yusuke made such an adorable cry of pleasure, squeezing his hand while getting fucked against the sheets.
He looked so damn pretty. Akinori hardly controlled what he said when it felt so good. “Oh, my pretty boy. You’re so pretty, baby. You feel so good.”
“What?” Yusuke was laughing at him. “Alright, thanks, I think.”
Akinori couldn’t help but laugh with him. “You are, you’re so pretty. You’re so sexy. I can’t believe you let me do this. I want to come inside you.”
“Yeah, you can do that,” Yusuke told him, as casually as though he was letting him borrow a pick for his bass.
“Oh fuck, really? Thank you…”
AK knew the sound he made when he was about to come was especially pathetic. He felt the tension building, ready to snap, shutting down all other thoughts in his head. Coming deep inside his favorite guitarist (sorry, band leader), it was such a blissful relief. Akinori stayed inside him just a little longer, trying to catch his breath, before he pulled out to get cleaned up.
Then he collapsed on his back, sighing while he sunk into the pillow. Everything felt so good, warm and pleasant like the feeling of getting in bed after a long day of fishing. Then a slim, kind of cold hand with a pokey ring was nudging his arm.
Yusuke was talking to him. “Hey, you know. I’m still… hard. When you get a minute.”
“Huh? Oh fuck, I’m sorry man.” AK realized he had rested there a moment too long after finishing inside him. He sprung into action, shifting gears completely to start pressing kisses over Yusuke’s soft exposed neck. He started kissing down his chest, stopping to flick his tongue over a nipple.
“It’s okay…” Yusuke’s hand was so sweet in his hair, petting him while he murmured words of encouragement. He seemed to really like it when AK licked his nipples, flinching as though he was sensitive, and moaning soft and husky like it made his cock harder. AK kissed lower, amazed by his perfect soft skin against his lips. Yusuke stroked his head so sweetly while AK took his cock into his mouth for the second time that night.
Akinori was determined to make it happen, to make him feel so good while stroking those pretty fingers through his hair that AK would get to feel what it was like to take his cum down his throat. That was the goal, and he wasn’t backing down, shutting his eyes and bobbing his head all focused on the task.
Yusuke told him something while petting his hair. “Honey, I think you like boys.”
Akinori hummed against his cock, taking him deeper. He glanced up while he did it to see Yusuke staring down at him, benevolent and beautiful. Akinori grabbed his hand to hold it tight and sucked him like he meant it. Finally making him come in his mouth made Akinori feel like he’d won the night, like he deserved a trophy. He swallowed it down and lay back against the pillow, victorious. He was sure he had an imprint from Yusuke’s ring pressing into his hand.
“That was good,” Yusuke told him.
“Yeah… was it really?”
Yusuke’s eyes were sweet and sincere while he nodded. “Good job,” he said.
Akinori laughed with joy. “Thanks, man. I did my best.”
“You know,” Yusuke started. He leaned in to give Akinori a kiss on the face. “You should shave your face more often.”
Akinori considered that. “I don’t think I need to,” he replied. “I have a feeling you might like me anyway.”
Yusuke stared up at the ceiling as he smirked like he was trying not to laugh. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.”
Akinori pulled him into his arms for a good, strong hug. “So, can we cuddle? Does it help if I say please?”
Yusuke sighed as though already content in his arms. “I don’t see why not.”