Control
Title - Control
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17 (swearing, m/m)
Word Count - 914
Pairing - You x Gackt
Characters - You, Gackt
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Even the fiercest control freaks need to be controlled from time to time…
*~
Gackt always likes to be in control.
Whether it be the recording of a new album and his insistence on overseeing the recording of every instrument, vocal and soundboard effect used or the planning of a tour, he was always in control.
No venue would be booked without his approval. The stage costumes were of his own design. The lighting and stage set would be arranged according to his hastily scribbled diagrams full of helpful notes and a complex colour coding system that only Gackt and his tour manager could understand.
Every scene in every live DVD or music PV would be scrutinised by him. Every photograph taken in the dozens of photo shoots he did monthly would be investigated on his laptop before he’d allow it to be printed.
His private life was just as controlled. Any night out or any party would be taken over and organised by him, regardless of whether he’d been the first or last person to be invited.
Everyone Gackt knew, be they friend, family or co-worker, would follow his lead and do as he asked. They call him a “control freak”. He calls himself a “perfectionist”.
But sometimes, even the most perfect control freak needs to let go and be led. Even Gackt needs and wants that control and responsibility to be wrestled from his hands so that all he has to do is follow.
And there is only person Gackt trusts enough to follow.
*~
“I think you’re wearing far too many clothes. Take them off.”
“…”
“Slower. Work those hips more. Pretend I’m your audience, that I’m your fangirls who want to touch you but can’t. Tease me, Gakkun.”
“…”
“That’s better. But you usually touch yourself a lot more when it’s for your fans. I want to see you touch yourself. I love seeing your hands run all over your body. Touch yourself and pretend it’s me.”
“…”
“Why have you stopped? I want you to take it all off. I want to see you touch everywhere… Yeah, that’s it. Those thongs of yours look so much better when they’re on the floor don’t you think?”
“…”
“I know you don’t like doing this, but you’ll do it for me, won’t you? If I asked you’d run your hands up and down that lovely thick cock of yours wouldn’t you?”
“…”
“Do it. Tease yourself. You look so beautiful like that, head thrown back, mouth open wide so that those sexy little moans that you try to hide can escape. You’re so hard right now.”
“…”
“I don’t think I can watch for much longer. Come over here. Kneel down.”
“…”
“Your hands look so good with a cock in them. I think they should have mine in them. Take my pants off.”
“…”
“Nice and slow, Gakkun. You know how I like it… You’re so good with your hands. All of that piano practise has really paid off…”
“…”
“Why are you licking your lips? Do you see something you want to taste?”
“…”
“I think you should taste it. Those lips of yours look so pretty when they’re wrapped around my cock.”
“…”
“Ahhh, you’re so damn good at this. Years of practise right?”
“…”
“You can do better though can’t you? You can take all of me down your throat can’t you?”
“…”
“Hmm… I wish you could see yourself… naked, hard, sweaty and on your knees with my cock in your mouth. You’re so beautiful Gakkun, but you know that already don’t you?”
“…”
“That’s enough. Stop.”
“…”
“On the bed. On your back.”
“…”
“Look at you. You’re spread out before me like a work of art that’s just longing to be defiled.”
“…”
“You feel so tight. I think you can take another finger though right?”
“…”
“That’s it Gakkun… There’s no need to be quiet. Make as much noise as possible as I love to hear you screaming my name.”
“...”
“I think that’s enough. Spread your legs a little bit more.”
“…”
“Fuck… You’re so hot and you feel so smooth… Roll your hips sweetheart. You know I love to see you work those hips.”
“…”
“Ug, lift your ankles to my shoulders so I can… God, Gakkun, I always forget how damn flexible you are. You make fucking you so much fun.”
“…”
“Louder. More. Scream for me.”
“…”
“Touch yourself again. Keep in rhythm with my strokes. Can you feel me Gakkun? Do I make you feel good?”
“…”
“I’ll take that groan as a yes.”
“…”
“Don’t you dare come before I tell you to.”
“…”
“Roll over. On your hands and knees.”
“…”
“I could stare at your ass all day. Especially when it’s still pink from where I’ve spanked you.”
“…”
“Ah, meet me halfway, Gakkun. Slam those hips back onto my cock.”
“…”
“That’s it. You can touch yourself again now.”
“…”
“Hmm, come for me Gakkun. Scream my name.”
“You….”
“Ahhhhhhhhh, Gakkun.”
“Yoooooooou…”
*~
In the morning Gackt will wake up and order his inquisitive little dog that could get past any closed door out of the room. He’ll instruct his chef on what food to prepare. He’ll tell his trainer what exercise they’ll be doing that day. He’ll plan out the days rehearsals so precisely that there wouldn’t be a second spare..
But right now, with You looking at him with sleepy eyes while telling him to stop thinking and get some damn sleep, Gackt would obey.
~owari
Notes - We all know You's really in charge right?!
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17 (swearing, m/m)
Word Count - 914
Pairing - You x Gackt
Characters - You, Gackt
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Even the fiercest control freaks need to be controlled from time to time…
*~
Gackt always likes to be in control.
Whether it be the recording of a new album and his insistence on overseeing the recording of every instrument, vocal and soundboard effect used or the planning of a tour, he was always in control.
No venue would be booked without his approval. The stage costumes were of his own design. The lighting and stage set would be arranged according to his hastily scribbled diagrams full of helpful notes and a complex colour coding system that only Gackt and his tour manager could understand.
Every scene in every live DVD or music PV would be scrutinised by him. Every photograph taken in the dozens of photo shoots he did monthly would be investigated on his laptop before he’d allow it to be printed.
His private life was just as controlled. Any night out or any party would be taken over and organised by him, regardless of whether he’d been the first or last person to be invited.
Everyone Gackt knew, be they friend, family or co-worker, would follow his lead and do as he asked. They call him a “control freak”. He calls himself a “perfectionist”.
But sometimes, even the most perfect control freak needs to let go and be led. Even Gackt needs and wants that control and responsibility to be wrestled from his hands so that all he has to do is follow.
And there is only person Gackt trusts enough to follow.
*~
“I think you’re wearing far too many clothes. Take them off.”
“…”
“Slower. Work those hips more. Pretend I’m your audience, that I’m your fangirls who want to touch you but can’t. Tease me, Gakkun.”
“…”
“That’s better. But you usually touch yourself a lot more when it’s for your fans. I want to see you touch yourself. I love seeing your hands run all over your body. Touch yourself and pretend it’s me.”
“…”
“Why have you stopped? I want you to take it all off. I want to see you touch everywhere… Yeah, that’s it. Those thongs of yours look so much better when they’re on the floor don’t you think?”
“…”
“I know you don’t like doing this, but you’ll do it for me, won’t you? If I asked you’d run your hands up and down that lovely thick cock of yours wouldn’t you?”
“…”
“Do it. Tease yourself. You look so beautiful like that, head thrown back, mouth open wide so that those sexy little moans that you try to hide can escape. You’re so hard right now.”
“…”
“I don’t think I can watch for much longer. Come over here. Kneel down.”
“…”
“Your hands look so good with a cock in them. I think they should have mine in them. Take my pants off.”
“…”
“Nice and slow, Gakkun. You know how I like it… You’re so good with your hands. All of that piano practise has really paid off…”
“…”
“Why are you licking your lips? Do you see something you want to taste?”
“…”
“I think you should taste it. Those lips of yours look so pretty when they’re wrapped around my cock.”
“…”
“Ahhh, you’re so damn good at this. Years of practise right?”
“…”
“You can do better though can’t you? You can take all of me down your throat can’t you?”
“…”
“Hmm… I wish you could see yourself… naked, hard, sweaty and on your knees with my cock in your mouth. You’re so beautiful Gakkun, but you know that already don’t you?”
“…”
“That’s enough. Stop.”
“…”
“On the bed. On your back.”
“…”
“Look at you. You’re spread out before me like a work of art that’s just longing to be defiled.”
“…”
“You feel so tight. I think you can take another finger though right?”
“…”
“That’s it Gakkun… There’s no need to be quiet. Make as much noise as possible as I love to hear you screaming my name.”
“...”
“I think that’s enough. Spread your legs a little bit more.”
“…”
“Fuck… You’re so hot and you feel so smooth… Roll your hips sweetheart. You know I love to see you work those hips.”
“…”
“Ug, lift your ankles to my shoulders so I can… God, Gakkun, I always forget how damn flexible you are. You make fucking you so much fun.”
“…”
“Louder. More. Scream for me.”
“…”
“Touch yourself again. Keep in rhythm with my strokes. Can you feel me Gakkun? Do I make you feel good?”
“…”
“I’ll take that groan as a yes.”
“…”
“Don’t you dare come before I tell you to.”
“…”
“Roll over. On your hands and knees.”
“…”
“I could stare at your ass all day. Especially when it’s still pink from where I’ve spanked you.”
“…”
“Ah, meet me halfway, Gakkun. Slam those hips back onto my cock.”
“…”
“That’s it. You can touch yourself again now.”
“…”
“Hmm, come for me Gakkun. Scream my name.”
“You….”
“Ahhhhhhhhh, Gakkun.”
“Yoooooooou…”
*~
In the morning Gackt will wake up and order his inquisitive little dog that could get past any closed door out of the room. He’ll instruct his chef on what food to prepare. He’ll tell his trainer what exercise they’ll be doing that day. He’ll plan out the days rehearsals so precisely that there wouldn’t be a second spare..
But right now, with You looking at him with sleepy eyes while telling him to stop thinking and get some damn sleep, Gackt would obey.
~owari
Notes - We all know You's really in charge right?!