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Yasu slams Ohkura into the bathroom wall, quickly getting to work on the drummer's shirt while biting his lip to hold in a moan. Ohkura's not nearly as quiet and moans, rolling his hips up in search of Yasu's that are barely centimeters too far away.
Somehow managing to get Ohkura's shirt over his head, Yasu drops to the floor to get to work on his pants. Ohkura only pushes Yasu away staring down at him incredulously. He knew Yasu was an S in bed, but...
"Why..." Ohkura managed to get out before Yasu got free of his hands and undid his belt buckle.
"You and Ryo..." Yasu purrs, grabbing Ohkura hands before the younger man can grab him again. "Made me jealous," Ohkura groans. Jealous Yasu is hot and the blonde managed to get his pants unzipped and off one handed. "Thought I'd remind you."
Ohkura gasps as Yasu mouths him through his boxers, having let go of the taller mans hands an gripped his hips. Ohkura found the out quickly when he couldn't get Yasu to move any closer.
Whining, Ohkura gripped and pulled hard on Yasu's hair. "Please..." Yasu pulled back, glanced up at Ohkura and pulled his boxers down.
"Well..."
Yasu sucked the tip of Ohkura's cock into his mouth.
Ohkura's groan caused the junior passing by outside to jump in shock.
Yasu's strumming his guitar on the couch as Yoko enters the room, his hair stylist having finally finished on his hair. They're not set to record for another half hour, so Yoko sit down next to Yasu and doesn't say a word. He's been taken in by the song.
It's a few more minutes before Yasu finishes the song and looks up to see Yoko nearly leaning against, having not even noticed the man enter the room. "Yoko?" Yoko blinks, pulling up and raising an eyebrow. "how do you..." Yasu trailed off.
They all knew that the eldest member was depressed. He had admitted to Maru that he liked him barely two days ago, only to he shot down upon learning that Maru was strait.
Yoko nodded slowly, yawning. Pulling his legs up onto the couch, he leans back against it at stares at Yasu with a steady glance tha sends shivers down his back.
"Could you..." Yoko didn't even have to finish his sentence as Yasu repositioned his guitar that had shifted and started a new song. Yoko doesn't recognize it, but it sounds nice and he relaxes into the couch and it takes a minute for him to realize that Yasu's singing along to what he's playing.
Yoko's English still isn't that good, but recognizes a positive song when he hears one and smiles slightly. He does recognize the words our own way and glances at Yasu in shock. Yasu doesn't acknowledge him and changes the song he's playing without warning, and Yoko instantly recognizes Eden.
By the end of Eden, Yoko finds himself singing along with Yasu, and finds himself feeling sad as the song ends. Yasu rests the guitar on the side of the couch and smiles at Yoko. "Yasu.."
Yasu places his finger on Yoko's lip before pulling it back and leaning forward to place a kiss on Yoko's cheek.
"Even if Maru doesn't return your feelings, doesn't mean someone else wont."
Tsuyoshi freezes, hand halfway to his cup of coffee turning his head to see Koichi entering the room, for all purposes looking perfectly fine and happy. Not to Tsuyoshi, of course,
Koichi looks to him like he was on the warpath and about to kill him.
Backing up slowly, Tsuyoshi lets Koichi pass him silently, the silence remaining thick in the air for the next few minutes, before - "Who did you bring home last night," Koichi's voice is a calm and casual as if he was talking about his hair as a necklace is held out in front of his face and Tsuyoshi chokes of his coffee.
Paying no mind to his choking boyfriend, Koichi raises an eyebrow. Taking a deep breath, Tsuyoshi looks at the necklace. Red beads. Must have been... "Shibutani-kun's?"
Koichi stays quiet.
"I invited him over to write songs!" Eyes shifting around the room do not go unnoticed by Koichi. Tsuyoshi grabs the necklace and places his coffee cup down. "Must have left it to give bad ideas..."
Koichi stares at Tsuyoshi in manner that basically implied he knew the other was lying and left the room. Tsuyoshi sighed.
He was sleeping on the couch again.
Sho's the new guy. Barely knows what he's doing. Only turned to the life of a stripper to get through college. He feels nervous and small when he enters the back room. Sitting down at the table, because the night really hasn't started yet for him. Just as he sits down, he gets the pleasure of watching a small man in naught but a bright red thong run through the room cackling madly as a much taller man chases after him, naked as the day he was born yelling at the smaller man - Subaru - to give him back his underpants. Sho doesn't feel so small anymore.
Sho watches from across the room as Ohkura goes down on some blonde guy in one of the booths. He's been at the bar for a week by this point and people keep commenting on just how good his is at it as they smack his ass and push a few dollars into thongs - which Sho has more or less nicknamed his string of fabric.
Turning away from the private rooms, he slides down his poll and gases seductively at a girl across the room, gaining some amusement from the way she bushes and turns her head away.
Sho glances around the room and freezes as he recognizes someone from his math class. The guy spots him and waves violently and Sho nearly flails, but holds it in a finishes his routine, hopping down from the counter and heading strait for the back.
He doesn't even make it halfway.
The guy, Aiba if he remembers right(He should, the guy never shuts up in class), grins and drags him to his table and Sho sighs. This was going to be a long night.
"How many people did YOU get offers from last night?" Kimiko looks up from her fashion magazine to see Tadako barely a foot away from her, arms folded and hair a mess.
Smiling, she put the magazine down on the floor and looks back up at the taller woman. "Thirty three," Tadako's gaze darkens and before Kimiko can even blink, she's forced back deeper into the couch with one enraged Tadako in her lap.
Looking like she was going to bite Kimiko's head off, Tadako's grip in the older woman's shirt loosens slightly, but not nearly enough for Kimiko to get away.
"Wha-"
"WHY you?!" Tadako cuts her off harshly, her grip tightening again. "Why do you ALWAYS have to win??" Kimiko opened her mouth to reply, only to have Tadako snap again. "No! I don't want... any..." her glance strayed down to Kimiko's lips, "excuses..."
Kimiko jerked in shock as Tadako suddenly crashed their lips together, her tongue quickly working its way into the elder's mouth. Kimiko slid her hands down around the younger womans waist and replied to the kiss, pushing Tadako's tongue out of her mouth and invading the others.
Tadako made what would probably be a whimper if her mouth wasn't occupied and slipped her hand down to get under Kimiko's skirt.
If this was how Tadako got back at her for having more men hit on her, Kimiko thought, she really had to keep it up.
[....]
Tadako growls as she pulls Kimiko's panties down, having forced the woman down on the couch a while ago. Kimiko arched her hips up, not knowing what she was searching for until Tadako ran a finger down her slit.
Eyes widening, she looks down at Tadako who only smirks and leans forward to trail her tongue down the same part.
Kimiko whimpers and bites her lip. Tadako does it again and Kimiko bites her lip harder.
Pulling away, Tadako glares up at Kimiko who nearly whimpers. "I can stop if you don't make any noise~" Kimiko does whine at that and slides her hands into Tadako's hair the push her back to what she was doing.
Tadako obliged and Kimiko sighed, only to throw her head back and let out a shocked moan when Tadako starts focusing on her clit.
"This is..." Kimiko gasped. "Why you..." She gripped her hands tighter in Tadako's hair and pulled. "never get.. guys," Tadako moans and Kimiko realizes she finally has the upper hand. "You're such a lesbian, no wonder you can't attract guys~"
When Tadako pulls away completely at that comment and gets off the couch, Kimiko panics only to realize that Tadako got up to get a strap on from her bag.
Eyes glinting even from across the room as Tadako licks her lips.
Kimiko groans.
Mikio clutched the rail hard as he felt Koji slip into him, and wondered how he ever even managed to to end out as the bottom to that guy. He wasn't even the strongest member... and they were ina place where anyone could see them if they just looked up the side of the hotel!
"Stop worrying, Mikki~" Koji whispered into his ear, stopping now that he was all the way in. Mikio rolled his eyes and thrust back, startling the elder into moving, even if it was at a slow pace.
Mikio didn't take to that all that well. "Move, idiot!" he growled, only to have Koji pull back and grab onto his hips and making a tsking noise. "Uchiumi you fu-"
Koji slapped a hand over his mouth, pulled out, and pushed Mikio so that he fell to his knees on the balcony. "You're not in Otokogumi~" Mikio only shivered as Koji ran a finger down one of his legs, only to stop at his toes.
The elder didn't move for a minute and just as Mikio had started to relax... he felt Koji scrape his fingernails nail the sole of the younger mans feet an he yelped, both trying to get away from the hand and get closer to it. "Fuck you."
Shaking his head, Koji pulled his hand away from Mikio's foot, forced the younger boy onto his hands and feet,and thrust into him again with little to no warning.
"That's my job!"
Neither of the two noticed Kazumi and Akira watching from the balcony above them.
Ohkura grinds down against Yasu, wearing nothing more than the underpants from Yasu's butai. Yasu had squealed in delight when he saw them, only to have Ohkura push him onto a chair, nearly tie him to it (Nearly, because if Yasu was anything, weak wasn't it) and promise he would enjoy it.
And Yasu would never not enjoy a lap dance.
Never.
Yasu was barely able to stop himself from just saying fuck it and pushing Ohkura down, but he knew that would just leave Ohkura pissy and in no mood for sex. So he put up with the drummer teasing him. Plying with his hair, rubbing his ass against Yasu's lap slow and hard... no. No, it really wasn't that easy.
When Ohkura finally straddled Yasu and nipped at his ear, Yasu bucked his hips up, catching Ohkura off guard. Ohkura ground down hard against Yasu, pinning him to the chair, the guitarist whined as Ohkura bit his collar bone. "It's /my/ turn to be in control, Sho-chan~" Ohkura whispered, voice deep, dar and rich.
Yasu bit his lip.
Somehow managing to get Ohkura's shirt over his head, Yasu drops to the floor to get to work on his pants. Ohkura only pushes Yasu away staring down at him incredulously. He knew Yasu was an S in bed, but...
"Why..." Ohkura managed to get out before Yasu got free of his hands and undid his belt buckle.
"You and Ryo..." Yasu purrs, grabbing Ohkura hands before the younger man can grab him again. "Made me jealous," Ohkura groans. Jealous Yasu is hot and the blonde managed to get his pants unzipped and off one handed. "Thought I'd remind you."
Ohkura gasps as Yasu mouths him through his boxers, having let go of the taller mans hands an gripped his hips. Ohkura found the out quickly when he couldn't get Yasu to move any closer.
Whining, Ohkura gripped and pulled hard on Yasu's hair. "Please..." Yasu pulled back, glanced up at Ohkura and pulled his boxers down.
"Well..."
Yasu sucked the tip of Ohkura's cock into his mouth.
Ohkura's groan caused the junior passing by outside to jump in shock.
Yasu's strumming his guitar on the couch as Yoko enters the room, his hair stylist having finally finished on his hair. They're not set to record for another half hour, so Yoko sit down next to Yasu and doesn't say a word. He's been taken in by the song.
It's a few more minutes before Yasu finishes the song and looks up to see Yoko nearly leaning against, having not even noticed the man enter the room. "Yoko?" Yoko blinks, pulling up and raising an eyebrow. "how do you..." Yasu trailed off.
They all knew that the eldest member was depressed. He had admitted to Maru that he liked him barely two days ago, only to he shot down upon learning that Maru was strait.
Yoko nodded slowly, yawning. Pulling his legs up onto the couch, he leans back against it at stares at Yasu with a steady glance tha sends shivers down his back.
"Could you..." Yoko didn't even have to finish his sentence as Yasu repositioned his guitar that had shifted and started a new song. Yoko doesn't recognize it, but it sounds nice and he relaxes into the couch and it takes a minute for him to realize that Yasu's singing along to what he's playing.
Yoko's English still isn't that good, but recognizes a positive song when he hears one and smiles slightly. He does recognize the words our own way and glances at Yasu in shock. Yasu doesn't acknowledge him and changes the song he's playing without warning, and Yoko instantly recognizes Eden.
By the end of Eden, Yoko finds himself singing along with Yasu, and finds himself feeling sad as the song ends. Yasu rests the guitar on the side of the couch and smiles at Yoko. "Yasu.."
Yasu places his finger on Yoko's lip before pulling it back and leaning forward to place a kiss on Yoko's cheek.
"Even if Maru doesn't return your feelings, doesn't mean someone else wont."
Tsuyoshi freezes, hand halfway to his cup of coffee turning his head to see Koichi entering the room, for all purposes looking perfectly fine and happy. Not to Tsuyoshi, of course,
Koichi looks to him like he was on the warpath and about to kill him.
Backing up slowly, Tsuyoshi lets Koichi pass him silently, the silence remaining thick in the air for the next few minutes, before - "Who did you bring home last night," Koichi's voice is a calm and casual as if he was talking about his hair as a necklace is held out in front of his face and Tsuyoshi chokes of his coffee.
Paying no mind to his choking boyfriend, Koichi raises an eyebrow. Taking a deep breath, Tsuyoshi looks at the necklace. Red beads. Must have been... "Shibutani-kun's?"
Koichi stays quiet.
"I invited him over to write songs!" Eyes shifting around the room do not go unnoticed by Koichi. Tsuyoshi grabs the necklace and places his coffee cup down. "Must have left it to give bad ideas..."
Koichi stares at Tsuyoshi in manner that basically implied he knew the other was lying and left the room. Tsuyoshi sighed.
He was sleeping on the couch again.
Sho's the new guy. Barely knows what he's doing. Only turned to the life of a stripper to get through college. He feels nervous and small when he enters the back room. Sitting down at the table, because the night really hasn't started yet for him. Just as he sits down, he gets the pleasure of watching a small man in naught but a bright red thong run through the room cackling madly as a much taller man chases after him, naked as the day he was born yelling at the smaller man - Subaru - to give him back his underpants. Sho doesn't feel so small anymore.
Sho watches from across the room as Ohkura goes down on some blonde guy in one of the booths. He's been at the bar for a week by this point and people keep commenting on just how good his is at it as they smack his ass and push a few dollars into thongs - which Sho has more or less nicknamed his string of fabric.
Turning away from the private rooms, he slides down his poll and gases seductively at a girl across the room, gaining some amusement from the way she bushes and turns her head away.
Sho glances around the room and freezes as he recognizes someone from his math class. The guy spots him and waves violently and Sho nearly flails, but holds it in a finishes his routine, hopping down from the counter and heading strait for the back.
He doesn't even make it halfway.
The guy, Aiba if he remembers right(He should, the guy never shuts up in class), grins and drags him to his table and Sho sighs. This was going to be a long night.
"How many people did YOU get offers from last night?" Kimiko looks up from her fashion magazine to see Tadako barely a foot away from her, arms folded and hair a mess.
Smiling, she put the magazine down on the floor and looks back up at the taller woman. "Thirty three," Tadako's gaze darkens and before Kimiko can even blink, she's forced back deeper into the couch with one enraged Tadako in her lap.
Looking like she was going to bite Kimiko's head off, Tadako's grip in the older woman's shirt loosens slightly, but not nearly enough for Kimiko to get away.
"Wha-"
"WHY you?!" Tadako cuts her off harshly, her grip tightening again. "Why do you ALWAYS have to win??" Kimiko opened her mouth to reply, only to have Tadako snap again. "No! I don't want... any..." her glance strayed down to Kimiko's lips, "excuses..."
Kimiko jerked in shock as Tadako suddenly crashed their lips together, her tongue quickly working its way into the elder's mouth. Kimiko slid her hands down around the younger womans waist and replied to the kiss, pushing Tadako's tongue out of her mouth and invading the others.
Tadako made what would probably be a whimper if her mouth wasn't occupied and slipped her hand down to get under Kimiko's skirt.
If this was how Tadako got back at her for having more men hit on her, Kimiko thought, she really had to keep it up.
[....]
Tadako growls as she pulls Kimiko's panties down, having forced the woman down on the couch a while ago. Kimiko arched her hips up, not knowing what she was searching for until Tadako ran a finger down her slit.
Eyes widening, she looks down at Tadako who only smirks and leans forward to trail her tongue down the same part.
Kimiko whimpers and bites her lip. Tadako does it again and Kimiko bites her lip harder.
Pulling away, Tadako glares up at Kimiko who nearly whimpers. "I can stop if you don't make any noise~" Kimiko does whine at that and slides her hands into Tadako's hair the push her back to what she was doing.
Tadako obliged and Kimiko sighed, only to throw her head back and let out a shocked moan when Tadako starts focusing on her clit.
"This is..." Kimiko gasped. "Why you..." She gripped her hands tighter in Tadako's hair and pulled. "never get.. guys," Tadako moans and Kimiko realizes she finally has the upper hand. "You're such a lesbian, no wonder you can't attract guys~"
When Tadako pulls away completely at that comment and gets off the couch, Kimiko panics only to realize that Tadako got up to get a strap on from her bag.
Eyes glinting even from across the room as Tadako licks her lips.
Kimiko groans.
Mikio clutched the rail hard as he felt Koji slip into him, and wondered how he ever even managed to to end out as the bottom to that guy. He wasn't even the strongest member... and they were ina place where anyone could see them if they just looked up the side of the hotel!
"Stop worrying, Mikki~" Koji whispered into his ear, stopping now that he was all the way in. Mikio rolled his eyes and thrust back, startling the elder into moving, even if it was at a slow pace.
Mikio didn't take to that all that well. "Move, idiot!" he growled, only to have Koji pull back and grab onto his hips and making a tsking noise. "Uchiumi you fu-"
Koji slapped a hand over his mouth, pulled out, and pushed Mikio so that he fell to his knees on the balcony. "You're not in Otokogumi~" Mikio only shivered as Koji ran a finger down one of his legs, only to stop at his toes.
The elder didn't move for a minute and just as Mikio had started to relax... he felt Koji scrape his fingernails nail the sole of the younger mans feet an he yelped, both trying to get away from the hand and get closer to it. "Fuck you."
Shaking his head, Koji pulled his hand away from Mikio's foot, forced the younger boy onto his hands and feet,and thrust into him again with little to no warning.
"That's my job!"
Neither of the two noticed Kazumi and Akira watching from the balcony above them.
Ohkura grinds down against Yasu, wearing nothing more than the underpants from Yasu's butai. Yasu had squealed in delight when he saw them, only to have Ohkura push him onto a chair, nearly tie him to it (Nearly, because if Yasu was anything, weak wasn't it) and promise he would enjoy it.
And Yasu would never not enjoy a lap dance.
Never.
Yasu was barely able to stop himself from just saying fuck it and pushing Ohkura down, but he knew that would just leave Ohkura pissy and in no mood for sex. So he put up with the drummer teasing him. Plying with his hair, rubbing his ass against Yasu's lap slow and hard... no. No, it really wasn't that easy.
When Ohkura finally straddled Yasu and nipped at his ear, Yasu bucked his hips up, catching Ohkura off guard. Ohkura ground down hard against Yasu, pinning him to the chair, the guitarist whined as Ohkura bit his collar bone. "It's /my/ turn to be in control, Sho-chan~" Ohkura whispered, voice deep, dar and rich.
Yasu bit his lip.