Detours
Title: Detours
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Aoi/Reita
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral, analingus, sex work, AU, oral fixation
Summary: Aoi's becoming a frequent visitor of the strip club Reita works at, and who can blame him, when Reita knows exactly what makes him tick
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~2,200
Comment: For my friend, inspired by a conversation I had with her when the previews for the 20th anniversary promo pics were released. Reita looks good in lipstick, but he'd look even better if someone smudged it.
Sequel to Egg Hunt
The bouncer by the door smiled to Aoi on the way in, and he sighed internally. He was somehow a regular at this club, despite it being located in a small town far from Tokyo that he had no attachment to outside of work. Okay, so he'd asked his boss to give him all the assignments out there when possible, but surely, he wasn't there that frequently, right?
He might have to admit to himself at some point that he had an addiction to Reita and his knack for satisfying his desires, often before he even knew what he wanted, himself. Maybe Reita had been a sex worker long enough that he could gauge someone's kinks easily, or maybe they had a lot in common, Aoi had no idea, and he didn't particularly care, either. As Reita had pointed out at some point, Aoi kept returning despite the distance, so clearly, he considered the service worth the drive.
Point proven, Aoi thought to himself when he approached the stage and saw Reita's getup. The deep red lingerie he was dancing in was nothing new, but he'd paired it with lipstick of a similar shade, drawing attention to his pretty mouth. He spotted Aoi while he was twirling on his pole, and like he could read his mind, he stuck his long tongue out, slowly tipping his head back and closing his eyes. Aoi adjusted his belt before taking a seat, fishing a stack of notes out of his pocket.
Reita was doing the splits, holding himself up by his arms like it was nothing, going a full circle and letting the entire room admire the view of his spread legs and honestly impressive skills at tucking his dick out of the way when he danced. With a few long pulls of his strong hands, he was at the top of the pole, waving his fingers at the audience below and dropping straight down.
He stopped just millimetres off the floor, grinning at the gasp that sounded from the patrons and giving a few pops of his pert ass when the money started raining. The song was fading to a close, however, and he didn't have time to start twerking properly, which Aoi pointed out when he hopped down from the table and nodded at him in greeting. “I have more cash on me, you know.”
“I'll get it anyway.” Standing on his platform heels, Reita was taller than Aoi, his lips almost at perfect eye height. “I know you didn't come all the way out here just for my dancing.” His knee nudged Aoi's crotch, sending a shiver down his spine, before he turned to say good night to a few of his other regulars and thank them for coming.
Aoi seriously couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off Reita's mouth. He already knew he had a bit of an oral fixation, but he couldn't have anticipated the effect this would have on him. The stark colour of Reita's lips was enticing enough in itself, probably aided by the context it was commonly associated with, but the mental image of Reita panting, makeup smeared and mixed with bodily fluids was almost too much to bear. Aoi didn't have to look down to know his interest was becoming obvious to everyone around him. He tapped Reita gently on the shoulder, nodding apologetically to the woman he was talking to. “Meet me outside,” he whispered, not daring to stay in the hot, stuffy club any longer.
The air outside was crisp, and Aoi inhaled deeply, letting it out in a tired sigh. Not his proudest moment, but beating himself up over it wouldn't help matters. Fine, so he really had a thing for Reita's lips, who could blame him? They were plush, nicely shaped, and they fit perfectly around his cock. The memory alone was enough for Aoi to reach down and grip the buckle of his belt, a few fingers brushing over the bugle just beneath it. They might not make it to the hotel at this rate.
When Reita slipped out of the back door moments later, Aoi almost pouted at him. “Did you do this to me intentionally?”
“Dunno what you're talking about.” There was a glint in Reita's eye, and his tongue darted out briefly to swipe over his bottom lip in direct contrast to his words.
Without taking his gaze off Reita, Aoi nodded in the direction of the bouncer, who was probably watching them closely. “How much to get him to look the other way?”
Reita laughed and shook his head, turning to wave at him. “Hey, I'm gonna take my friend around the corner for a cigarette, that okay with you?”
The bouncer nodded, waving dismissively. “Sure, shout if you need me.”
“Thanks.” Reita blew him a kiss and grabbed Aoi's hand, leading him to the alley behind the club, squatting with his back to the wall and pulling on Aoi's belt. “Really can't wait, can you?”
“I'm in no condition to drive right now.” Aoi leaned one hand against the wall, burying the other in Reita's hair, almost moaning when he licked his lips. “You're doing it on purpose.”
“I was hoping you would enjoy it, but I didn't expect it to affect you this much.” Reita carefully pulled down Aoi's zipper and got his dick out, pressing his lips to it in a hot kiss.
Aoi's fingers tightened in Reita's hair, not sure whether he wanted to push him away or pull him closer. “Neither did I. Just the sight of you like that makes me want to smear your lipstick so badly.”
“That's gonna cost extra.” Reita ran his tongue from the base of Aoi's cock to the tip, wrapping his lips around the head despite what he'd just said.
“I'll pay triple,” Aoi mumbled, moaning shakily when Reita took him to the hilt, forcing himself to keep his eyes open so he could admire the view. Reita pulled back before swallowing him deep again, resting his hands on Aoi's thighs for balance. He looked like the physical manifestation of seduction, gazing up at Aoi through dark lashes, cheeks hollowed out, red lips dragging along his dick when he bobbed his head.
He leaned back to grin up at Aoi, pulling on his lip with his teeth and rubbing his thighs with his thumbs. “Don't hold back, I can take it. Fuck my mouth, show me how much you love it, how desperate you are.” He barely got to finish his sentence before Aoi pushed back in, holding his head still and thrusting his hips, savouring every glide of those lips over his cock. Since Reita had said it was okay, he went deeper, though he was quick to pull back again when he gagged, about to apologise when he saw the disappointed look Reita was giving him. “Did you not hear me? I said I'm good, so keep going. Use my throat, give me your cum.”
“Alright, but if security comes, you better not blame me.” Aoi was reaching his limit by now, and this time, when he shoved his cock past his waiting lips, he didn't pause when he heard the strained tone of Reita's grunt. He decided instead to focus on the moan that followed when he rocked back, the fact that the hands on his thighs weren't trying to shove him away, and how he met no resistance when he pushed on the back of Reita's head, urging him to take him to the hilt again.
Just knowing he would have drool and lipstick stains on his trousers when they were done had Aoi groaning, bucking his hips against Reita's face and loving how his throat tightened around him. Reita gagged, sputtered, but he didn't try to pull away, even when tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. He pulled back only briefly when he choked, took a deep breath, and went right back to sucking Aoi's dick like he couldn't get enough of it. Aoi made a mental note to bring him a gift basket next time.
He tugged on Reita's hair to let him know he was about to cum, surrendering when hands on his ass pulled him closer, practically demanding he fill his mouth. It was late, but he still tried to keep his voice down, eyes locked with Reita's as he lost it, cumming down his throat like he clearly wanted him to. His thighs trembled when he pulled back, watching in awe and amazement as Reita pursed his lips, dribbling his cum down his chin and smearing it with his hand. His face was now painted in streaks of red and white, the outline of his lips completely blurred, and if he could, Aoi would have been fucking his mouth again already.
“You alright there?” Reita tilted his head, his doe-eyed look fooling absolutely no-one, Aoi was certain.
“Don't pretend like you're innocent.” Even he could tell how breathless he was, but Reita's smug grin lost some of its edge with how his face was still dripping cum. He stuffed his limp dick back into his slacks and pulled the zipper up, though he couldn't be bothered with his belt. It would be in the way again before long. “Get in my car.”
Reita laughed, getting up and heading to the parking lot. “I knew you wouldn't give up so quickly.”
“I just had to catch my breath, okay?” When they got to his car, Aoi held the door to the backseat open, and Reita raised an eyebrow at him, but he got in, grinning when Aoi followed, pushing him down on his back.
“You're not worried about your seats?”
“I'll have them cleaned.” Aoi deftly undid the front of Reita's coat, parting the folds and humming at the lingerie he was wearing underneath. “You really made sure everything matched, huh?”
“I have sets in every colour, you know. Feel free to request a theme next time. I can do pink, black, blue, whatever you'd like, as long as you give me advance notice.”
“Right now, I'd like for you to lift your knees and spread your legs.” Aoi pulled Reita's panties up enough to expose his ass, getting on his knees on the floorboard and pressing the button to lock the car doors, just in case. Reita had slung one leg over the back of the seats, somehow making room for Aoi to get his head between his buttocks, though it took some shifting around to do so. Eventually, Aoi managed to get his tongue on Reita's hole and his hand on his cock, and he closed his eyes and admired the moans he got when he started stroking.
Clearly, Reita enjoyed having his throat fucked, or perhaps he just really liked the effect he had on Aoi. Whatever the reason, he was hard already, and it didn't take long before he was moaning, fingers tangling in Aoi's hair and tugging appreciatively. Aoi had long given up on looking anywhere close to presentable after seeing Reita, and he had a spare change of clothes in the trunk, but he still took his hands off him long enough to slide his jacket off, quickly getting hot now that they were in the car and not outside.
He glanced up briefly, satisfied with how lost in bliss Reita looked, quickly going back to mouthing at his hole, dragging his tongue over it while he wrapped his fingers back around his cock. Reita was starting to grind his hips lazily, and he took it as a sign to keep going, digging the fingers of his free hand into Reita's thigh while he worked him towards orgasm. He alternated between dragging his lips slowly along Reita's cleft, pressing lewd, wet kisses to his hole, and working his tongue into it like he was going to fuck him with it.
“Aoi, I'm gonna cum.” Reita's voice was strained, his grip on Aoi's hair tightening as his moans grew more and more desperate. Aoi stroked his tongue over the rim, moaning happily when Reita's cock started twitching in his hand, milking him until he was shuddering softly.
He leaned over and grabbed a tissue from the glove compartment, wiping his own chin, then moving to clean Reita off. Reita hummed, leaning back on his hands and spreading his legs to give Aoi room to work. “You're so good to me.”
“Says you.” Aoi wanted to blame his breathlessness on the fact that he'd just ate Reita's ass, but he doubted he'd fall for it.
“So, hotel for round two? Unless you wanna drive home?”
Aoi laughed, but when he looked up, Reita was licking cum off his fingers, either his own or Aoi's, and he couldn't have said no if he wanted to. “I need to seriously get that lipstick off you if I plan on making it back safely.”
Reita pretended to think, tapping his lips with his thumb before dragging it across his lips all the way to his cheek, leaving behind a red line and knocking the breath right out of Aoi. “Better drive carefully to the hotel.”
Aoi forced himself to tear his gaze away and get in the driver's seat before it was too late.
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Aoi/Reita
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral, analingus, sex work, AU, oral fixation
Summary: Aoi's becoming a frequent visitor of the strip club Reita works at, and who can blame him, when Reita knows exactly what makes him tick
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~2,200
Comment: For my friend, inspired by a conversation I had with her when the previews for the 20th anniversary promo pics were released. Reita looks good in lipstick, but he'd look even better if someone smudged it.
Sequel to Egg Hunt
The bouncer by the door smiled to Aoi on the way in, and he sighed internally. He was somehow a regular at this club, despite it being located in a small town far from Tokyo that he had no attachment to outside of work. Okay, so he'd asked his boss to give him all the assignments out there when possible, but surely, he wasn't there that frequently, right?
He might have to admit to himself at some point that he had an addiction to Reita and his knack for satisfying his desires, often before he even knew what he wanted, himself. Maybe Reita had been a sex worker long enough that he could gauge someone's kinks easily, or maybe they had a lot in common, Aoi had no idea, and he didn't particularly care, either. As Reita had pointed out at some point, Aoi kept returning despite the distance, so clearly, he considered the service worth the drive.
Point proven, Aoi thought to himself when he approached the stage and saw Reita's getup. The deep red lingerie he was dancing in was nothing new, but he'd paired it with lipstick of a similar shade, drawing attention to his pretty mouth. He spotted Aoi while he was twirling on his pole, and like he could read his mind, he stuck his long tongue out, slowly tipping his head back and closing his eyes. Aoi adjusted his belt before taking a seat, fishing a stack of notes out of his pocket.
Reita was doing the splits, holding himself up by his arms like it was nothing, going a full circle and letting the entire room admire the view of his spread legs and honestly impressive skills at tucking his dick out of the way when he danced. With a few long pulls of his strong hands, he was at the top of the pole, waving his fingers at the audience below and dropping straight down.
He stopped just millimetres off the floor, grinning at the gasp that sounded from the patrons and giving a few pops of his pert ass when the money started raining. The song was fading to a close, however, and he didn't have time to start twerking properly, which Aoi pointed out when he hopped down from the table and nodded at him in greeting. “I have more cash on me, you know.”
“I'll get it anyway.” Standing on his platform heels, Reita was taller than Aoi, his lips almost at perfect eye height. “I know you didn't come all the way out here just for my dancing.” His knee nudged Aoi's crotch, sending a shiver down his spine, before he turned to say good night to a few of his other regulars and thank them for coming.
Aoi seriously couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off Reita's mouth. He already knew he had a bit of an oral fixation, but he couldn't have anticipated the effect this would have on him. The stark colour of Reita's lips was enticing enough in itself, probably aided by the context it was commonly associated with, but the mental image of Reita panting, makeup smeared and mixed with bodily fluids was almost too much to bear. Aoi didn't have to look down to know his interest was becoming obvious to everyone around him. He tapped Reita gently on the shoulder, nodding apologetically to the woman he was talking to. “Meet me outside,” he whispered, not daring to stay in the hot, stuffy club any longer.
The air outside was crisp, and Aoi inhaled deeply, letting it out in a tired sigh. Not his proudest moment, but beating himself up over it wouldn't help matters. Fine, so he really had a thing for Reita's lips, who could blame him? They were plush, nicely shaped, and they fit perfectly around his cock. The memory alone was enough for Aoi to reach down and grip the buckle of his belt, a few fingers brushing over the bugle just beneath it. They might not make it to the hotel at this rate.
When Reita slipped out of the back door moments later, Aoi almost pouted at him. “Did you do this to me intentionally?”
“Dunno what you're talking about.” There was a glint in Reita's eye, and his tongue darted out briefly to swipe over his bottom lip in direct contrast to his words.
Without taking his gaze off Reita, Aoi nodded in the direction of the bouncer, who was probably watching them closely. “How much to get him to look the other way?”
Reita laughed and shook his head, turning to wave at him. “Hey, I'm gonna take my friend around the corner for a cigarette, that okay with you?”
The bouncer nodded, waving dismissively. “Sure, shout if you need me.”
“Thanks.” Reita blew him a kiss and grabbed Aoi's hand, leading him to the alley behind the club, squatting with his back to the wall and pulling on Aoi's belt. “Really can't wait, can you?”
“I'm in no condition to drive right now.” Aoi leaned one hand against the wall, burying the other in Reita's hair, almost moaning when he licked his lips. “You're doing it on purpose.”
“I was hoping you would enjoy it, but I didn't expect it to affect you this much.” Reita carefully pulled down Aoi's zipper and got his dick out, pressing his lips to it in a hot kiss.
Aoi's fingers tightened in Reita's hair, not sure whether he wanted to push him away or pull him closer. “Neither did I. Just the sight of you like that makes me want to smear your lipstick so badly.”
“That's gonna cost extra.” Reita ran his tongue from the base of Aoi's cock to the tip, wrapping his lips around the head despite what he'd just said.
“I'll pay triple,” Aoi mumbled, moaning shakily when Reita took him to the hilt, forcing himself to keep his eyes open so he could admire the view. Reita pulled back before swallowing him deep again, resting his hands on Aoi's thighs for balance. He looked like the physical manifestation of seduction, gazing up at Aoi through dark lashes, cheeks hollowed out, red lips dragging along his dick when he bobbed his head.
He leaned back to grin up at Aoi, pulling on his lip with his teeth and rubbing his thighs with his thumbs. “Don't hold back, I can take it. Fuck my mouth, show me how much you love it, how desperate you are.” He barely got to finish his sentence before Aoi pushed back in, holding his head still and thrusting his hips, savouring every glide of those lips over his cock. Since Reita had said it was okay, he went deeper, though he was quick to pull back again when he gagged, about to apologise when he saw the disappointed look Reita was giving him. “Did you not hear me? I said I'm good, so keep going. Use my throat, give me your cum.”
“Alright, but if security comes, you better not blame me.” Aoi was reaching his limit by now, and this time, when he shoved his cock past his waiting lips, he didn't pause when he heard the strained tone of Reita's grunt. He decided instead to focus on the moan that followed when he rocked back, the fact that the hands on his thighs weren't trying to shove him away, and how he met no resistance when he pushed on the back of Reita's head, urging him to take him to the hilt again.
Just knowing he would have drool and lipstick stains on his trousers when they were done had Aoi groaning, bucking his hips against Reita's face and loving how his throat tightened around him. Reita gagged, sputtered, but he didn't try to pull away, even when tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. He pulled back only briefly when he choked, took a deep breath, and went right back to sucking Aoi's dick like he couldn't get enough of it. Aoi made a mental note to bring him a gift basket next time.
He tugged on Reita's hair to let him know he was about to cum, surrendering when hands on his ass pulled him closer, practically demanding he fill his mouth. It was late, but he still tried to keep his voice down, eyes locked with Reita's as he lost it, cumming down his throat like he clearly wanted him to. His thighs trembled when he pulled back, watching in awe and amazement as Reita pursed his lips, dribbling his cum down his chin and smearing it with his hand. His face was now painted in streaks of red and white, the outline of his lips completely blurred, and if he could, Aoi would have been fucking his mouth again already.
“You alright there?” Reita tilted his head, his doe-eyed look fooling absolutely no-one, Aoi was certain.
“Don't pretend like you're innocent.” Even he could tell how breathless he was, but Reita's smug grin lost some of its edge with how his face was still dripping cum. He stuffed his limp dick back into his slacks and pulled the zipper up, though he couldn't be bothered with his belt. It would be in the way again before long. “Get in my car.”
Reita laughed, getting up and heading to the parking lot. “I knew you wouldn't give up so quickly.”
“I just had to catch my breath, okay?” When they got to his car, Aoi held the door to the backseat open, and Reita raised an eyebrow at him, but he got in, grinning when Aoi followed, pushing him down on his back.
“You're not worried about your seats?”
“I'll have them cleaned.” Aoi deftly undid the front of Reita's coat, parting the folds and humming at the lingerie he was wearing underneath. “You really made sure everything matched, huh?”
“I have sets in every colour, you know. Feel free to request a theme next time. I can do pink, black, blue, whatever you'd like, as long as you give me advance notice.”
“Right now, I'd like for you to lift your knees and spread your legs.” Aoi pulled Reita's panties up enough to expose his ass, getting on his knees on the floorboard and pressing the button to lock the car doors, just in case. Reita had slung one leg over the back of the seats, somehow making room for Aoi to get his head between his buttocks, though it took some shifting around to do so. Eventually, Aoi managed to get his tongue on Reita's hole and his hand on his cock, and he closed his eyes and admired the moans he got when he started stroking.
Clearly, Reita enjoyed having his throat fucked, or perhaps he just really liked the effect he had on Aoi. Whatever the reason, he was hard already, and it didn't take long before he was moaning, fingers tangling in Aoi's hair and tugging appreciatively. Aoi had long given up on looking anywhere close to presentable after seeing Reita, and he had a spare change of clothes in the trunk, but he still took his hands off him long enough to slide his jacket off, quickly getting hot now that they were in the car and not outside.
He glanced up briefly, satisfied with how lost in bliss Reita looked, quickly going back to mouthing at his hole, dragging his tongue over it while he wrapped his fingers back around his cock. Reita was starting to grind his hips lazily, and he took it as a sign to keep going, digging the fingers of his free hand into Reita's thigh while he worked him towards orgasm. He alternated between dragging his lips slowly along Reita's cleft, pressing lewd, wet kisses to his hole, and working his tongue into it like he was going to fuck him with it.
“Aoi, I'm gonna cum.” Reita's voice was strained, his grip on Aoi's hair tightening as his moans grew more and more desperate. Aoi stroked his tongue over the rim, moaning happily when Reita's cock started twitching in his hand, milking him until he was shuddering softly.
He leaned over and grabbed a tissue from the glove compartment, wiping his own chin, then moving to clean Reita off. Reita hummed, leaning back on his hands and spreading his legs to give Aoi room to work. “You're so good to me.”
“Says you.” Aoi wanted to blame his breathlessness on the fact that he'd just ate Reita's ass, but he doubted he'd fall for it.
“So, hotel for round two? Unless you wanna drive home?”
Aoi laughed, but when he looked up, Reita was licking cum off his fingers, either his own or Aoi's, and he couldn't have said no if he wanted to. “I need to seriously get that lipstick off you if I plan on making it back safely.”
Reita pretended to think, tapping his lips with his thumb before dragging it across his lips all the way to his cheek, leaving behind a red line and knocking the breath right out of Aoi. “Better drive carefully to the hotel.”
Aoi forced himself to tear his gaze away and get in the driver's seat before it was too late.