Vincere (One-shot)
Title: Vincere
Chapters: N/A
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Sex
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/? (read to find out)
Band: The GazettE
Synopsis: The boy hated how he wasn't forced to do this, but it felt like he would lose his precious job if he didn’t. It was almost like blackmail, really. But he couldn’t deny how great Aoi looked, and he couldn’t disregard how good this was starting to feel.
Comments: Late birthday present for ronnieshade.
As he felt hands slide up and down the bare flesh of his back, Aoi latched his lips onto the other’s sternum and glided his tongue along the exposed skin. With his lips he felt the man’s moan and his pounding heart. A soft laugh escaped the guitarist; he could taste the man’s uneasiness. Of course the guy was nervous, Aoi thought. Roadies generally weren’t supposed to have sex with the guitarists of the band they worked for, especially not on the first day of the job.
But here he was, this fine looking boy - pliable underneath him and ready to be ravished.
“Aoi, I-”
The guitarist shushed him then sent his calloused fingers running down the roadie’s torso, stopping at his belt. “I’ll take care of you.” Aoi’s lips descended for another kiss, and his hands tugged on the leather around the boy’s waist. Their tongues pushed, sucked, flicked - ceasing once the boy’s belt came loose. Aoi lifted himself off the guy; he wanted to get a good look at his band’s adorable roadie before he stripped off the last bit of clothing that stood between him and his would-be greatest conquest.
The brunette guitarist soon wrenched his own pants and his boxers down. Clothes now either somewhere on the floor or volunteering to be non-existent for the next half hour, they kissed again. He smirked against the kiss, at the flavors that lingered in his mouth; breath mints, app - what the hell, apple juice? - the faint taste of cigarettes, and the strong tang of apprehension. He wasn’t sadistic or anything, but there was just something so utterly adorable about how nervous this kid was. Anything to keep this job, huh? The guitarist wondered while he spread lubricant all over his fingers.
“Wait, Ao- ah!”
The roadie grunted brokenly as the guitarist’s long, slender finger crooked and curled and stroked. Aoi’s lips parted at the heat that clenched on his digit. He continued stretching the boy, slipping another finger in, feeling more and more enthralled as he looked at the boy’s expression. Ecstasy crept up to the other’s features in a gradient of red, and lust began to devour Aoi in giant swells of heat.
Eyes closed, the boy let out a whimper as Aoi pulled his fingers out. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, he kept telling himself. He had given Aoi what he wanted, he wasn’t going to get fired, and his job description reverted to simply maintaining the band’s equipment. Then something pressed onto his entrance. Oh merciful Lord. And it pushed in.
With that, the room went spinning, and both men gasped into the darkness - Aoi at the sweltering tightness that wrapped him, and the boy at the presence filling him and moving at an annoying, unhurried pace. The air scorched through their lungs when they found the time to breathe. The roadie bit his lip and tipped his head back while the guitarist continued the slow yet fervent rolling of his hips. The boy hated how he wasn't forced to do this, but it felt like he would lose his precious job if he didn’t. It was almost like blackmail, really. But he couldn’t deny how great Aoi looked, and he couldn’t disregard how good this was starting to feel. The air that escaped him carried along all feelings of hesitation.
Yes, he was actually enjoying this, and he wanted to let Aoi know that. He wanted to let the guitarist know that he wasn’t being a pushover; continuing this was his choice. And even though he was on this side of the situation, he wanted to show some dominance still. As soon as he regained control over the nerves in his arms and hands, he raised them and pushed at Aoi’s shoulders.
Surprise jolted Aoi’s chest as he was suddenly shoved off and pinned down on his own mattress. Pulse quickening, he watched the roadie lower himself, once more encompassing him in clenching, mind-blowing heat. The grip on his shoulders tightened, and sweet mother of God , the boy began moving.
“Mmmhh, you’re so…ah, fuck.”
The roadie fought hard to keep his eyes open as electrifying pleasure raced up his spine. The look on Aoi’s face and the sound of their moans amplified the sweet bliss that burned him inside and out. And when Aoi rocked his hips and thrust furiously from underneath, he knew slow-and-sensual was out of the question now. Tipping his head back, the roadie moved faster and harder. Aoi retaliated with quicker, stronger movements, fully agreeing to make this ride even wilder.
For a moment, both of them wondered if this really had to be just a one-night stand. But neither could hold any coherent thought for too long as they continued pounding against each other, broken grunts escaping them at high frequencies. Whatever happened after this, they really didn’t care. Common sense didn’t apply anymore. Only desire did. Only sheer, scalding passion.
Only this passion existed when the roadie cried breathlessly as he came hard, coating Aoi’s stomach and his chest with splatters of his essence. And not too long after, Aoi groaned at the torrent of stars that filled his vision, and he spent himself inside the boy. Temporarily robbed of reason as he basked in the afterglow, the boy’s body moved on its own, descending onto the bed and molding against Aoi’s.
Soon Aoi caught his breath and a few morsels of sanity, and he spoke. “Why did you become a roadie? Aren’t you a musician too?”
The other panted as he let out a soft laugh. “I’m not much of a musician. I’m…I’m not good enough to be in this business.”
“But you love making music, don’t you?”
The roadie closed his eyes and sighed. “More than anything. But roadie work is all I’m good for.”
Aoi sent one hand slithering up the boy’s back. “If you take charge, like what you did earlier,” he said. “Then you will become someone amazing. I’m sure of it. Don’t be afraid.”
“Do you really think so?” The boy found enough energy to smile before his consciousness fell flat on its face. “Thank you.”
January of the following year, less than a year after Aoi’s band was formed, the drummer suddenly decided to quit. Two months later, the roadie replaced him and eventually led the band to massive success.
And he was amazing.
Chapters: N/A
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Sex
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/? (read to find out)
Band: The GazettE
Synopsis: The boy hated how he wasn't forced to do this, but it felt like he would lose his precious job if he didn’t. It was almost like blackmail, really. But he couldn’t deny how great Aoi looked, and he couldn’t disregard how good this was starting to feel.
Comments: Late birthday present for ronnieshade.
As he felt hands slide up and down the bare flesh of his back, Aoi latched his lips onto the other’s sternum and glided his tongue along the exposed skin. With his lips he felt the man’s moan and his pounding heart. A soft laugh escaped the guitarist; he could taste the man’s uneasiness. Of course the guy was nervous, Aoi thought. Roadies generally weren’t supposed to have sex with the guitarists of the band they worked for, especially not on the first day of the job.
But here he was, this fine looking boy - pliable underneath him and ready to be ravished.
“Aoi, I-”
The guitarist shushed him then sent his calloused fingers running down the roadie’s torso, stopping at his belt. “I’ll take care of you.” Aoi’s lips descended for another kiss, and his hands tugged on the leather around the boy’s waist. Their tongues pushed, sucked, flicked - ceasing once the boy’s belt came loose. Aoi lifted himself off the guy; he wanted to get a good look at his band’s adorable roadie before he stripped off the last bit of clothing that stood between him and his would-be greatest conquest.
The brunette guitarist soon wrenched his own pants and his boxers down. Clothes now either somewhere on the floor or volunteering to be non-existent for the next half hour, they kissed again. He smirked against the kiss, at the flavors that lingered in his mouth; breath mints, app - what the hell, apple juice? - the faint taste of cigarettes, and the strong tang of apprehension. He wasn’t sadistic or anything, but there was just something so utterly adorable about how nervous this kid was. Anything to keep this job, huh? The guitarist wondered while he spread lubricant all over his fingers.
“Wait, Ao- ah!”
The roadie grunted brokenly as the guitarist’s long, slender finger crooked and curled and stroked. Aoi’s lips parted at the heat that clenched on his digit. He continued stretching the boy, slipping another finger in, feeling more and more enthralled as he looked at the boy’s expression. Ecstasy crept up to the other’s features in a gradient of red, and lust began to devour Aoi in giant swells of heat.
Eyes closed, the boy let out a whimper as Aoi pulled his fingers out. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, he kept telling himself. He had given Aoi what he wanted, he wasn’t going to get fired, and his job description reverted to simply maintaining the band’s equipment. Then something pressed onto his entrance. Oh merciful Lord. And it pushed in.
With that, the room went spinning, and both men gasped into the darkness - Aoi at the sweltering tightness that wrapped him, and the boy at the presence filling him and moving at an annoying, unhurried pace. The air scorched through their lungs when they found the time to breathe. The roadie bit his lip and tipped his head back while the guitarist continued the slow yet fervent rolling of his hips. The boy hated how he wasn't forced to do this, but it felt like he would lose his precious job if he didn’t. It was almost like blackmail, really. But he couldn’t deny how great Aoi looked, and he couldn’t disregard how good this was starting to feel. The air that escaped him carried along all feelings of hesitation.
Yes, he was actually enjoying this, and he wanted to let Aoi know that. He wanted to let the guitarist know that he wasn’t being a pushover; continuing this was his choice. And even though he was on this side of the situation, he wanted to show some dominance still. As soon as he regained control over the nerves in his arms and hands, he raised them and pushed at Aoi’s shoulders.
Surprise jolted Aoi’s chest as he was suddenly shoved off and pinned down on his own mattress. Pulse quickening, he watched the roadie lower himself, once more encompassing him in clenching, mind-blowing heat. The grip on his shoulders tightened, and sweet mother of God , the boy began moving.
“Mmmhh, you’re so…ah, fuck.”
The roadie fought hard to keep his eyes open as electrifying pleasure raced up his spine. The look on Aoi’s face and the sound of their moans amplified the sweet bliss that burned him inside and out. And when Aoi rocked his hips and thrust furiously from underneath, he knew slow-and-sensual was out of the question now. Tipping his head back, the roadie moved faster and harder. Aoi retaliated with quicker, stronger movements, fully agreeing to make this ride even wilder.
For a moment, both of them wondered if this really had to be just a one-night stand. But neither could hold any coherent thought for too long as they continued pounding against each other, broken grunts escaping them at high frequencies. Whatever happened after this, they really didn’t care. Common sense didn’t apply anymore. Only desire did. Only sheer, scalding passion.
Only this passion existed when the roadie cried breathlessly as he came hard, coating Aoi’s stomach and his chest with splatters of his essence. And not too long after, Aoi groaned at the torrent of stars that filled his vision, and he spent himself inside the boy. Temporarily robbed of reason as he basked in the afterglow, the boy’s body moved on its own, descending onto the bed and molding against Aoi’s.
Soon Aoi caught his breath and a few morsels of sanity, and he spoke. “Why did you become a roadie? Aren’t you a musician too?”
The other panted as he let out a soft laugh. “I’m not much of a musician. I’m…I’m not good enough to be in this business.”
“But you love making music, don’t you?”
The roadie closed his eyes and sighed. “More than anything. But roadie work is all I’m good for.”
Aoi sent one hand slithering up the boy’s back. “If you take charge, like what you did earlier,” he said. “Then you will become someone amazing. I’m sure of it. Don’t be afraid.”
“Do you really think so?” The boy found enough energy to smile before his consciousness fell flat on its face. “Thank you.”
January of the following year, less than a year after Aoi’s band was formed, the drummer suddenly decided to quit. Two months later, the roadie replaced him and eventually led the band to massive success.
And he was amazing.