Pulled Under, but Not Drowning
Title: Pulled Under, but Not Drowning
Chapter: Oneshot-ish
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Aoi/Reita
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex worker/exotic dancer au, anal, mild body worship, bit of an implied shoe fetish (but it's really mild)
Summary: Whenever Aoi is in town for work, he always visits the club Reita dances at, but it's been a while since last time, and the anticipation is wearing on them both
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~1,700
Comment: Gift for my friend, sequel to Beyond Salvation
Even from halfway across a crowded club, Reita was always mesmerising. He was near the top of his pole, legs spread obscenely wide, spinning in slow circles like it was the easiest thing in the world to him, and with how many years he'd been doing it, it probably was. Aoi was so busy admiring his thighs, he almost walked into one of the servers, excusing himself with a bow, and when he turned back, Reita's eyes were locked on him. There was a distinct look in them, and even though he didn't break character for even a second, Aoi could have sworn he saw a hint of excitement, probably reflecting his own expression.
Then the music changed, the last notes of the previous song fading out, replaced by the beginning verse of some vulgar American rap, and Reita grinned. He dropped without warning, the crowd gathered near his platform gasping as he descended, stopping just before he crashed with the surface below. He swung his legs with a practised move, straddling the pole upside down, shaking his ass to the beat of the song while he mouthed along to the lyrics.
By now, Aoi had fished out a stack of bills, and he let them rain down over Reita while he twerked, legs spreading until he was doing the splits midair. His thong for the night was pink, matching his heels, a new pair, if Aoi wasn't mistaken. They glittered in the various colours of the lights scattered around the ceiling, looking cheap and lavish at the same time, just like the man who wore them. Reita did it on purpose, Aoi was sure of it. He'd heard rumours sex workers sometimes purposely wore mascara that wasn't waterproof, lipstick that smudged easily, water soluble lash adhesive, just because clients liked the results. Memories of Reita's painted lips around his cock crept into Aoi's mind, and he tossed a couple more bills at Reita, who had flipped himself back upright by now. He gripped the pole with his thighs, leaning back and flashing an easy smile at the crowd, drawing Aoi's gaze to his mouth like he knew what he was thinking about.
The bass dropped, and so did Reita, landing on his platform stilettos as if it were the easiest thing in the world, right in front of Aoi. He wouldn't say Reita had ever been shy, not even the night they met, yet his bold attitude now put that first impression to shame. Reita planted his foot on Aoi's chest, grabbed his necktie and looped it around his hand, pulling on it until they were so close, their noses almost touched. "I missed you."
Aoi couldn't think of anything to say except "I'm sorry."
"You should be." Reita tilted his head, tongue flicking out across Aoi's lips playfully. "Meet me out back when the song ends." His voice was low, the music loud, and the odds of someone overhearing him were slim. Aoi nodded, taking a couple of bills and shoving them into Reita's thong, resisting the urge to let his hands wander. It would have to wait until they were alone.
Reita let go of his tie and stepped back to lean against the pole, dropping to a squat, legs spread, like he was showing off the money bulging in the front. More bills rained down over him, some Aoi's, some from the other patrons, and Reita grinned, running his hands up his thighs, throwing his head back like he was in ecstasy. The music swelled, building to a final climax, and Reita hopped back on the pole, arching his back, stretching his exquisite legs, locking his ankles so he could hold the pose when the song finished, and Aoi only stayed to watch out of courtesy.
He couldn't get out of the club fast enough, barely nodding back to the bouncer on his way out, answering his 'good night' with a distracted hum. He fished his phone out of his pocket, calling the usual love hotel so they would have a room ready for them, and drove his car around the back, waiting by the door. Reita came out in his usual long coat and sneakers, and when he got in the passenger's seat, dumping a bag on the floor, Aoi spoke before he could think. "Are your shoes new?"
"What, these?" Reita playfully lifted his leg, propping it up against the dashboard, pursing his lips like he was thinking. "I don't know, how long has it been since I last saw you?"
"Not that long." If anyone else put their feet up in his car, Aoi would have kicked them out, but he didn't so much as send Reita a glare for it. "You know I meant the other pair."
"Brand new. Haven't even fucked in them, yet. You'll be the first." Aoi was sure he detected a hint of a grin in his voice.
"You seem awfully confident for someone who keeps hinting how long it's been. Maybe I won't give you time to change before I pin you to the wall and take you." Reita laughed, and Aoi rolled his eyes, but he knew better than to keep arguing. They both knew he was bluffing, anyway. "Did you really miss me that much?"
Reita hummed, leaning against Aoi's shoulder, not in a particularly seductive kind of way, and it made his heart flutter pathetically. "I did."
There was silence in the car for a minute after that, Aoi driving on autopilot, Reita still resting his head on his shoulder. "Maybe I should move closer."
"Oh, my manager would just love that." Reita laughed again, deep, warm, and Aoi couldn't help but smile.
"Would you really still need a manager?"
"He's good to have." Reita turned his head, whispering softly. "Who do you think found those shoes?"
Fifteen minutes later, Reita had changed back into his dancing outfit, and even though the dim lighting didn't bring out the sparkle the same way the club lights had, he still looked stunning. Aoi made sure to convey the sentiment with his lips, trailing them up Reita's arm, across his chest, and down his stomach. He crouched in front of him, nipping at his hip with his teeth while his hands groped his ass, finally free to roam where they wanted, no guards or jealous regulars to worry about.
Reita buried his fingers in Aoi's hair, stroking it fondly while he kissed his upper thighs, biting playfully, careful not to leave lasting marks. "Would you really move just for me?" His tone wasn't the seductive drawl he usually made small talk in, and that made Aoi pause, apparently a little too long, because Reita cleared his throat, averting his gaze. "Your boss wouldn't have an issue with it?"
Aoi pretended not to notice the shift in mood, closing his eyes and resting his cheek against his leg. "We have operations in this area, you know I come here for work and stay for the company. I'm sure Oyabun wouldn't mind if I asked for a more permanent transfer."
"Does he know he'd have to raise your wages so you could see me on a regular basis?" There it was, the flirtatious tone was back, and Aoi grinned, straightening up, grabbing Reita's waist and pulling him flush against him.
"You don't think I could afford you?" Aoi raised an eyebrow, walking Reita over to the window and pressing his back against it.
"My rates have gone up since the last time you were here." Reita's teasing grin only widened when Aoi grabbed his thong, pulling it down and lifting his leg, kissing the side of his knee.
"You're worth it." With one hand, he popped the cap off a small tube of lubricant he had in his pocket, squeezing it into his palm and letting it drop to the floor, refusing to let go of Reita's leg to slick up his fingers. He kissed and nipped at his thigh, slipping his hand between them, pushing two fingers in without further preamble, and to his credit, Reita only tensed momentarily, relaxing a second later.
He straightened his leg, resting his heel on Aoi's shoulder like he'd done to his car earlier, and Aoi tilted his head, pressing it against his foot, grabbing it with one hand while he fingered him with the other. Reita leaned his head against the glass, moaning softly, gyrating his hips to meet Aoi's hand, thigh muscles flexing enticingly. "You know this isn't necessary, right?"
Aoi rolled his eyes, slipping another finger into his ass almost defiantly. "I like it. This view is great."
Reita twisted his neck, looking out of the window behind him. "I guess it's not so bad." He lowered his leg, and Aoi was forced to pull his fingers out so Reita could fully turn around, leaning his forearms against the glass and resting his head on them. "I wonder if any of these apartments are for sale."
"They don't need to be. Oyabun probably owns a tenth of them." It was a little weird discussing business so casually while he was rolling a condom on his dick, slacks around his ankles, Reita spreading his legs invitingly, but it didn't ruin the mood. Nothing could keep him from burying himself deep inside Reita's ass, and he grabbed his hips and pulled him back until they were practically pressed against one another, Reita leaning against the window, Aoi draped over his back.
"Move."
"Address or hips?"
"Yes."
Aoi pulled back and slammed into him, at first controlled, angling his thrusts to make Reita moan, the glass fogging up with his heavy breaths. As the minutes passed and the sounds spilling from Reita's painted lips drove him closer to the edge, Aoi's movements became erratic, almost desperate, losing their rhythm embarrassingly fast. Reita didn't shame him for it, just reached back with one hand to grip Aoi's hair, pulling his head forward and twisting back to kiss him, muffling his moans against his mouth. Aoi lost it seconds later, fingers digging into Reita's hips while the night's first orgasm stole his breath away, or maybe it was just the tongue that tangled with his in a filthy promise of what was to come after they regained their balance.
Chapter: Oneshot-ish
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Aoi/Reita
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex worker/exotic dancer au, anal, mild body worship, bit of an implied shoe fetish (but it's really mild)
Summary: Whenever Aoi is in town for work, he always visits the club Reita dances at, but it's been a while since last time, and the anticipation is wearing on them both
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~1,700
Comment: Gift for my friend, sequel to Beyond Salvation
Even from halfway across a crowded club, Reita was always mesmerising. He was near the top of his pole, legs spread obscenely wide, spinning in slow circles like it was the easiest thing in the world to him, and with how many years he'd been doing it, it probably was. Aoi was so busy admiring his thighs, he almost walked into one of the servers, excusing himself with a bow, and when he turned back, Reita's eyes were locked on him. There was a distinct look in them, and even though he didn't break character for even a second, Aoi could have sworn he saw a hint of excitement, probably reflecting his own expression.
Then the music changed, the last notes of the previous song fading out, replaced by the beginning verse of some vulgar American rap, and Reita grinned. He dropped without warning, the crowd gathered near his platform gasping as he descended, stopping just before he crashed with the surface below. He swung his legs with a practised move, straddling the pole upside down, shaking his ass to the beat of the song while he mouthed along to the lyrics.
By now, Aoi had fished out a stack of bills, and he let them rain down over Reita while he twerked, legs spreading until he was doing the splits midair. His thong for the night was pink, matching his heels, a new pair, if Aoi wasn't mistaken. They glittered in the various colours of the lights scattered around the ceiling, looking cheap and lavish at the same time, just like the man who wore them. Reita did it on purpose, Aoi was sure of it. He'd heard rumours sex workers sometimes purposely wore mascara that wasn't waterproof, lipstick that smudged easily, water soluble lash adhesive, just because clients liked the results. Memories of Reita's painted lips around his cock crept into Aoi's mind, and he tossed a couple more bills at Reita, who had flipped himself back upright by now. He gripped the pole with his thighs, leaning back and flashing an easy smile at the crowd, drawing Aoi's gaze to his mouth like he knew what he was thinking about.
The bass dropped, and so did Reita, landing on his platform stilettos as if it were the easiest thing in the world, right in front of Aoi. He wouldn't say Reita had ever been shy, not even the night they met, yet his bold attitude now put that first impression to shame. Reita planted his foot on Aoi's chest, grabbed his necktie and looped it around his hand, pulling on it until they were so close, their noses almost touched. "I missed you."
Aoi couldn't think of anything to say except "I'm sorry."
"You should be." Reita tilted his head, tongue flicking out across Aoi's lips playfully. "Meet me out back when the song ends." His voice was low, the music loud, and the odds of someone overhearing him were slim. Aoi nodded, taking a couple of bills and shoving them into Reita's thong, resisting the urge to let his hands wander. It would have to wait until they were alone.
Reita let go of his tie and stepped back to lean against the pole, dropping to a squat, legs spread, like he was showing off the money bulging in the front. More bills rained down over him, some Aoi's, some from the other patrons, and Reita grinned, running his hands up his thighs, throwing his head back like he was in ecstasy. The music swelled, building to a final climax, and Reita hopped back on the pole, arching his back, stretching his exquisite legs, locking his ankles so he could hold the pose when the song finished, and Aoi only stayed to watch out of courtesy.
He couldn't get out of the club fast enough, barely nodding back to the bouncer on his way out, answering his 'good night' with a distracted hum. He fished his phone out of his pocket, calling the usual love hotel so they would have a room ready for them, and drove his car around the back, waiting by the door. Reita came out in his usual long coat and sneakers, and when he got in the passenger's seat, dumping a bag on the floor, Aoi spoke before he could think. "Are your shoes new?"
"What, these?" Reita playfully lifted his leg, propping it up against the dashboard, pursing his lips like he was thinking. "I don't know, how long has it been since I last saw you?"
"Not that long." If anyone else put their feet up in his car, Aoi would have kicked them out, but he didn't so much as send Reita a glare for it. "You know I meant the other pair."
"Brand new. Haven't even fucked in them, yet. You'll be the first." Aoi was sure he detected a hint of a grin in his voice.
"You seem awfully confident for someone who keeps hinting how long it's been. Maybe I won't give you time to change before I pin you to the wall and take you." Reita laughed, and Aoi rolled his eyes, but he knew better than to keep arguing. They both knew he was bluffing, anyway. "Did you really miss me that much?"
Reita hummed, leaning against Aoi's shoulder, not in a particularly seductive kind of way, and it made his heart flutter pathetically. "I did."
There was silence in the car for a minute after that, Aoi driving on autopilot, Reita still resting his head on his shoulder. "Maybe I should move closer."
"Oh, my manager would just love that." Reita laughed again, deep, warm, and Aoi couldn't help but smile.
"Would you really still need a manager?"
"He's good to have." Reita turned his head, whispering softly. "Who do you think found those shoes?"
Fifteen minutes later, Reita had changed back into his dancing outfit, and even though the dim lighting didn't bring out the sparkle the same way the club lights had, he still looked stunning. Aoi made sure to convey the sentiment with his lips, trailing them up Reita's arm, across his chest, and down his stomach. He crouched in front of him, nipping at his hip with his teeth while his hands groped his ass, finally free to roam where they wanted, no guards or jealous regulars to worry about.
Reita buried his fingers in Aoi's hair, stroking it fondly while he kissed his upper thighs, biting playfully, careful not to leave lasting marks. "Would you really move just for me?" His tone wasn't the seductive drawl he usually made small talk in, and that made Aoi pause, apparently a little too long, because Reita cleared his throat, averting his gaze. "Your boss wouldn't have an issue with it?"
Aoi pretended not to notice the shift in mood, closing his eyes and resting his cheek against his leg. "We have operations in this area, you know I come here for work and stay for the company. I'm sure Oyabun wouldn't mind if I asked for a more permanent transfer."
"Does he know he'd have to raise your wages so you could see me on a regular basis?" There it was, the flirtatious tone was back, and Aoi grinned, straightening up, grabbing Reita's waist and pulling him flush against him.
"You don't think I could afford you?" Aoi raised an eyebrow, walking Reita over to the window and pressing his back against it.
"My rates have gone up since the last time you were here." Reita's teasing grin only widened when Aoi grabbed his thong, pulling it down and lifting his leg, kissing the side of his knee.
"You're worth it." With one hand, he popped the cap off a small tube of lubricant he had in his pocket, squeezing it into his palm and letting it drop to the floor, refusing to let go of Reita's leg to slick up his fingers. He kissed and nipped at his thigh, slipping his hand between them, pushing two fingers in without further preamble, and to his credit, Reita only tensed momentarily, relaxing a second later.
He straightened his leg, resting his heel on Aoi's shoulder like he'd done to his car earlier, and Aoi tilted his head, pressing it against his foot, grabbing it with one hand while he fingered him with the other. Reita leaned his head against the glass, moaning softly, gyrating his hips to meet Aoi's hand, thigh muscles flexing enticingly. "You know this isn't necessary, right?"
Aoi rolled his eyes, slipping another finger into his ass almost defiantly. "I like it. This view is great."
Reita twisted his neck, looking out of the window behind him. "I guess it's not so bad." He lowered his leg, and Aoi was forced to pull his fingers out so Reita could fully turn around, leaning his forearms against the glass and resting his head on them. "I wonder if any of these apartments are for sale."
"They don't need to be. Oyabun probably owns a tenth of them." It was a little weird discussing business so casually while he was rolling a condom on his dick, slacks around his ankles, Reita spreading his legs invitingly, but it didn't ruin the mood. Nothing could keep him from burying himself deep inside Reita's ass, and he grabbed his hips and pulled him back until they were practically pressed against one another, Reita leaning against the window, Aoi draped over his back.
"Move."
"Address or hips?"
"Yes."
Aoi pulled back and slammed into him, at first controlled, angling his thrusts to make Reita moan, the glass fogging up with his heavy breaths. As the minutes passed and the sounds spilling from Reita's painted lips drove him closer to the edge, Aoi's movements became erratic, almost desperate, losing their rhythm embarrassingly fast. Reita didn't shame him for it, just reached back with one hand to grip Aoi's hair, pulling his head forward and twisting back to kiss him, muffling his moans against his mouth. Aoi lost it seconds later, fingers digging into Reita's hips while the night's first orgasm stole his breath away, or maybe it was just the tongue that tangled with his in a filthy promise of what was to come after they regained their balance.