Inspection
Chapter: one-shot
Pairing: Kirito x Kyo
Bands: Angelo & Dir en grey
Rating: R
Summary: Kyo comes home late for dinner and Kirito doesn't think that the vocalist was just recording at the studio.
Author's Notes: This was fic a started a while ago, but I lost it and had to start over. I hope it sounds just as good.
Slipping his shoes off as he enters the dark home, Kyo headed toward the living room and turned the light on. He looked up at the man in the arm chair and jumped a bit in surprise.
“Kirito, you scared me,” Kyo chuckled lightly.
“Where have you been?” he asked seriously.
Kyo sat down on the couch and sighed softly, “Kaoru kept us later than usual at the studio. He wanted things to be ‘perfect’.” He scoffed a bit and sat back on the couch.
“Really?” he quirked a brow.
The nodded and said, “Yeah, I think I’m gonna make some tea for my throat.” He started pushing himself up and stretched some.
“Is that all you did, Tooru?”
KYo looked over at the older man and nodded. “What else would I be doing at this time?”
“I don’t know. Maybe showing up for dinner on time.”
“Well, I’m sorry I’m late. If I could, I would’ve ditched all the music tweaking until tomorrow.”
“I think you did more than that.”
“What? Cheat?” Kyo laughed a bit in amusement.
“So, you admit you did. How was it?” Kirito asked seriously.
“Are you kidding me? I have no reason to cheat.”
“Then why were you late?”
“I told you, I was at the studio, recording,” he answered honestly.
“Take off your clothes then,” Kirito commanded, getting up from the chair.
“Why? You don’t believe me?”
“Just do it.”
Kyo sighed and began taking his shirt off, watching the older man approach him and walk around him, sniffing him lightly. He undoes his pants, lets them drop, and steps out of them, gathering up his clothes.
Kirito felt over the vocalist’s skin carefully and inspected his body. He pulled the other’s arms behind his back forcefully and holds his wrists tightly. He moved close to his ear and said lowly, “I’m not done with you yet.”
The blonde groaned, “I can’t believe you think I cheated on you!”
He growled lowly and led Kyo up to their bedroom. He pushed the younger man down on the bed on his stomach and sat on him. He dug in the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He immediately attached them to Kyo’s wrists, moved off him, and repeated his actions to the other man’s ankles, then connected the cuffs to each other.
“What the fuck are you doing!?” Kyo yelled, squirming on the bed and tugging at both ends of the cuffs.
“Finishing my inspection,” the older man answered, reaching up and hooking the cuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He raised Kyo up some and separated his legs. He immediately intrudes Kyo’s body with his fingers and felt around some, hearing the blonde moan softly.
“You’re such a fucking whore, Tooru,” Kirito said a bit angrily, removing his fingers quickly. He spun Kyo around and gripped his chin. “Someone’s been in you,” he growled.
“I’ve only been with you, you asshole!” Kyo snarled.
Kirito glared at him and slapped him hard. “I know you let someone else fuck you.”
“I did not!” he yelled, struggling to get free from the chains.
He glanced back at the dangling vocalist and soon approached him. He felt over Kyo’s ass and teased his entrance a bit with his index and middle fingers. He moved his hand around and roughly stroked Kyo’s half hard cock. “Already getting turned on by the thought of him, aren’t you?”
“F-fuck you!” Kyo growled, trying to move away from his boyfriend’s hand.
Kirito snapped the cock ring on the blonde and took his hand away, smirking to himself. He messed with the next toy a bit, before pushing an anal bead inside Kyo. He smirked a little at the noise he made and said, “You’re gonna pay for being so late.”
“What...what are you gonna…do?” the vocalist asked a bit nervously, before moaning out at the feeling of another head entering him.
“Let’s see how many beads we can fit in you,” he said, pushing two more beads inside him. HE smirked to himself and turned the toy on to vibrate inside Kyo.
Kyo tried to hold his moans in and move away from the pleasant sensation. He turned around some in the air and narrowed his eyes at Kirito, squirming more. “I-I hate you,” he grumbled.
Kirito smirked and tugged the vocalist’s hair, forcing his head back. He roughly kissed his throat and grazed his skin with his teeth. He felt down his torso and teased his nipples.
“Get me down from here!” the vocalist growled, trying to move away from his boyfriend’s fingers.
The older man pulled away and unhooked the chains, letting Kyo land on the bed with a loud groan. He detached the chain connecting the cuffs from Kyo’s wrists and ankles and flipped him over, immediately attaching the handcuffs to the bed.
Kyo struggled violently and yelled angrily, “Release me, fucker!”
He covered Kyo’s mouth and said, “Shh…calm down, baby. It’ll all be over soon.” He pulled out the beads, enjoying the noise the other made, and turned the toy off. He stroked Kyo slowly and removed the ring off his throbbing penis.
Kirito leaned down and flicked his tongue over the tip, tasting the few drops of pre-cum that escaped. He released the blonde’s ankles, sat between his legs, and started undressing between his legs. He listened to Kyo’s light panting, before pushing in him quickly.
Kyo moaned out loudly and tugged at the handcuffs as the other quickly thrusted in and out of him. He screamed out Kirito’s name as he felt him pound into his prostate repeatedly. He moved his hips desperately, enjoying the abuse, and moaned more as he felt the man’s nails scratch over his hips.
Kirito continued moving inside his lover and started stroking the blonde at the same pace as his hips. He squeezed him a bit and soon felt Kyo’s muscles tighten around his erection, then came in Kirito’s hand.
Slowing his hips to a stop, Kirito pulls out carefully, moved more on top of the younger man, and stood up on his knees. He glanced down at Kyo and started jerking himself off toward the other’s face. He bit his bottom lip, groaning low in his throat, and soon came after a few more strokes.
Kyo turned his head, closing his head, and felt the warm substance be released on his cheek. He mumbled a little, “Ass…”
The older man sat next to him and smirked. “You must admit that was fun.”
“Maybe for you,” Kyo groaned, tugging at the cuffs.
Kirito sighed, let Kyo free, and watched him sit up on the bed, then rubbed his arm some, after Kyo punched his bicep and walked off to clean himself up.
Pairing: Kirito x Kyo
Bands: Angelo & Dir en grey
Rating: R
Summary: Kyo comes home late for dinner and Kirito doesn't think that the vocalist was just recording at the studio.
Author's Notes: This was fic a started a while ago, but I lost it and had to start over. I hope it sounds just as good.
Slipping his shoes off as he enters the dark home, Kyo headed toward the living room and turned the light on. He looked up at the man in the arm chair and jumped a bit in surprise.
“Kirito, you scared me,” Kyo chuckled lightly.
“Where have you been?” he asked seriously.
Kyo sat down on the couch and sighed softly, “Kaoru kept us later than usual at the studio. He wanted things to be ‘perfect’.” He scoffed a bit and sat back on the couch.
“Really?” he quirked a brow.
The nodded and said, “Yeah, I think I’m gonna make some tea for my throat.” He started pushing himself up and stretched some.
“Is that all you did, Tooru?”
KYo looked over at the older man and nodded. “What else would I be doing at this time?”
“I don’t know. Maybe showing up for dinner on time.”
“Well, I’m sorry I’m late. If I could, I would’ve ditched all the music tweaking until tomorrow.”
“I think you did more than that.”
“What? Cheat?” Kyo laughed a bit in amusement.
“So, you admit you did. How was it?” Kirito asked seriously.
“Are you kidding me? I have no reason to cheat.”
“Then why were you late?”
“I told you, I was at the studio, recording,” he answered honestly.
“Take off your clothes then,” Kirito commanded, getting up from the chair.
“Why? You don’t believe me?”
“Just do it.”
Kyo sighed and began taking his shirt off, watching the older man approach him and walk around him, sniffing him lightly. He undoes his pants, lets them drop, and steps out of them, gathering up his clothes.
Kirito felt over the vocalist’s skin carefully and inspected his body. He pulled the other’s arms behind his back forcefully and holds his wrists tightly. He moved close to his ear and said lowly, “I’m not done with you yet.”
The blonde groaned, “I can’t believe you think I cheated on you!”
He growled lowly and led Kyo up to their bedroom. He pushed the younger man down on the bed on his stomach and sat on him. He dug in the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He immediately attached them to Kyo’s wrists, moved off him, and repeated his actions to the other man’s ankles, then connected the cuffs to each other.
“What the fuck are you doing!?” Kyo yelled, squirming on the bed and tugging at both ends of the cuffs.
“Finishing my inspection,” the older man answered, reaching up and hooking the cuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He raised Kyo up some and separated his legs. He immediately intrudes Kyo’s body with his fingers and felt around some, hearing the blonde moan softly.
“You’re such a fucking whore, Tooru,” Kirito said a bit angrily, removing his fingers quickly. He spun Kyo around and gripped his chin. “Someone’s been in you,” he growled.
“I’ve only been with you, you asshole!” Kyo snarled.
Kirito glared at him and slapped him hard. “I know you let someone else fuck you.”
“I did not!” he yelled, struggling to get free from the chains.
He glanced back at the dangling vocalist and soon approached him. He felt over Kyo’s ass and teased his entrance a bit with his index and middle fingers. He moved his hand around and roughly stroked Kyo’s half hard cock. “Already getting turned on by the thought of him, aren’t you?”
“F-fuck you!” Kyo growled, trying to move away from his boyfriend’s hand.
Kirito snapped the cock ring on the blonde and took his hand away, smirking to himself. He messed with the next toy a bit, before pushing an anal bead inside Kyo. He smirked a little at the noise he made and said, “You’re gonna pay for being so late.”
“What...what are you gonna…do?” the vocalist asked a bit nervously, before moaning out at the feeling of another head entering him.
“Let’s see how many beads we can fit in you,” he said, pushing two more beads inside him. HE smirked to himself and turned the toy on to vibrate inside Kyo.
Kyo tried to hold his moans in and move away from the pleasant sensation. He turned around some in the air and narrowed his eyes at Kirito, squirming more. “I-I hate you,” he grumbled.
Kirito smirked and tugged the vocalist’s hair, forcing his head back. He roughly kissed his throat and grazed his skin with his teeth. He felt down his torso and teased his nipples.
“Get me down from here!” the vocalist growled, trying to move away from his boyfriend’s fingers.
The older man pulled away and unhooked the chains, letting Kyo land on the bed with a loud groan. He detached the chain connecting the cuffs from Kyo’s wrists and ankles and flipped him over, immediately attaching the handcuffs to the bed.
Kyo struggled violently and yelled angrily, “Release me, fucker!”
He covered Kyo’s mouth and said, “Shh…calm down, baby. It’ll all be over soon.” He pulled out the beads, enjoying the noise the other made, and turned the toy off. He stroked Kyo slowly and removed the ring off his throbbing penis.
Kirito leaned down and flicked his tongue over the tip, tasting the few drops of pre-cum that escaped. He released the blonde’s ankles, sat between his legs, and started undressing between his legs. He listened to Kyo’s light panting, before pushing in him quickly.
Kyo moaned out loudly and tugged at the handcuffs as the other quickly thrusted in and out of him. He screamed out Kirito’s name as he felt him pound into his prostate repeatedly. He moved his hips desperately, enjoying the abuse, and moaned more as he felt the man’s nails scratch over his hips.
Kirito continued moving inside his lover and started stroking the blonde at the same pace as his hips. He squeezed him a bit and soon felt Kyo’s muscles tighten around his erection, then came in Kirito’s hand.
Slowing his hips to a stop, Kirito pulls out carefully, moved more on top of the younger man, and stood up on his knees. He glanced down at Kyo and started jerking himself off toward the other’s face. He bit his bottom lip, groaning low in his throat, and soon came after a few more strokes.
Kyo turned his head, closing his head, and felt the warm substance be released on his cheek. He mumbled a little, “Ass…”
The older man sat next to him and smirked. “You must admit that was fun.”
“Maybe for you,” Kyo groaned, tugging at the cuffs.
Kirito sighed, let Kyo free, and watched him sit up on the bed, then rubbed his arm some, after Kyo punched his bicep and walked off to clean himself up.