Private Dancer
Written with Sae
Pairing You and Chacha
Band Gackt Job
Chachamaru leaned back against the elevator and tugged off the bow tie. He tried not to look at the gold and diamond watch on his wrist. He was surprised he had actually managed to get away. While he normally didn't mind galla openings and suck. He knew he looked good in the tux. his date had been an absolute horror. He unbuttoned the top three buttons of his tuxedo shirt and sighed in relief. He wrinkeled his nose and sighed, he was sure he could still smell her perfume on him. When the elevator door open he stepped out onto the plush carpet of the upstairs hallway. He paused outside the door and blinked, the older man turned his head, his strawberry gold hair falling across the perfectly cut coat as he pressed his ear to the door and blinked. That was not something he expected to hear from inside their apartment. Sure they all lived together. It was just easier, they were used to each other and their ways, plus none of them wanted to come home to an empty apartment. Chacha paused and tried to guess who it was. It wasn't Gackt, he was more the dress up in his Kaman rider suit and pose and dash around the apartment. Ju-ken was more into k-pop bands. Of course they weren't suppose to know that. The diamond cufflinks winked on his wrists as he fitted the key and pushed opened the door.
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With a few clicks of his mouse You had turned up the volume and pulled up the entire album. His short unstyled hair bounced as he moved across his room. His eyes were closed as he completely lost himself in moving his body gracefully. Being into sports meant that he was more aware of his own body than most people. Nothing about him awkward anymore as long lean legs moved under the leather, his arms above his head as he moved from side to side. His hips rolled perfectly as he arched his back. He loved it when he got to do this. He didn't have to worry about anything else but the music pumping through his speakers, making his heart jump and pulse. Sweat began to form on his back and he tasted salt when he licked his lips.
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Chacha pulled off his shoes as he quitely shut the door behind him. He tried not to wince when the music rose to a louder level. He was glad they owned the entire floor or someone would get a visit from the cops. He tossed his cummerbund down on the ground and moved over the white carpet towards the sound. He winced again, some of his curls falling around his ears as if they wanted to protect them from the louder beat. "It is a wonder he isn't deaf." He said softly. HE paused outside each of the other's rooms just to make sure he wasn't wrong. He wasn't. He reached out and opened the door slowly. Chacha smirked as he leaned against the door jam, his arms across his chest watching as STripper You danced around his room. If he used the bed poasts as a pole, Chacha didn't think he could keep from laughing.
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The song he had been dancing to finally finished. He stood in the middle of his room, panting for a moment as he as his head dropped forward eyes closed tightly. You reached up and pushed his shaggy hair out of his face. The next song wasn't what he wanted to hear right now so with a sigh he stepped over to his computer. You leaned over and braced one arm against the desk as the other fiddled with the mouse. He turned the volume down and began to scroll through his music, completely unaware of his visitor.
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Chacha couldn't help it. He started off slowly with his applause and kept it up with a wide smile. "Forgive me but I don't have anything smaller than a twently." He tossed his hair back. "so how much for a lap dance?" Chacha grinned as he looked at you. "Nice pants by the way."
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You jerked backwards when he heard a voice. Toppling over his computer chair he landed on a heap on the floor. "Chacha!" he snapped as he scrambled to his hands and knees. "What in the hell are you doing home!" His blush was already staining his face and making his way down his shoulders. Of all the people to catch him dancing like that why in the hell did it have to be Chacha. He almost groaned as he slowly edged his way behind the bed. The guitarist didn't particularly want Chacha to look down and see the fact that the dance had gotten him exited in more ways than one.
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"Galla was dull. Cheap wine and an even cheaper date." Chachamru made a face. "and you You-kun. Again let me state." He grinned. "Nice pants." HE held up his phone and flipped it to the little video he had. "I like this part the best." HE said watching the tiny You do the hip thrusts. "So." He paused with a grin. "You know what that song is about right?"
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You gaped as he heard the song play back. "I get the general Idea." He said tightly as he stood up. His english was getting better but he hadn't really paid any attention to the meaning of the song. He just really liked the beat. "Cha, Get rid of the video," he said in pleading voice as he took a few steps forward. He didn't really want everyone to see him dancing like that. Gackt would most likely make him do it again. It was just something he did on those rare times he was home alone. "Please?"
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Chacha walked into You's room with the phone held out of reach. "Okay You, I'll get ride of the video on one condition." He said as he sank down in the plush chair in the man's room. He still held the phone out of you's reach as he crossed his legs. "You do it again." He grinned. "Can be a different song if you want." Chacha wiggled the phone and looked at You, his eyes twinkling. "And make it sexy."
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) You had been eying the phone, wondering if he could dive for it when Chacha's words finally sank into his brain. He gaped like a fish for a moment as he stared at his freind. He flushed for an entirely different reason as he realized how .. sexy Chacha looked at the moment. The guitarist always looked good but with the silk white shirt and the fitted cloth it made You's oants start to become uncomfortable again. His jaws finally snapped shut and he gave a half laugh. "Don't mess with me Chacha." the taller man said with a half laugh as he ran his hands through his hair nervously. Please stop messing with me like this he added silently as he bit at the inside of his lip.
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"Fine." Chacha said shrugging. "I can send it too Gackt, Ju-ken and maybe Mana will like it." He brought the phone down and preceeded to punch in some numbers. "Bet it will be half way around the city in an hour." He looked at You with an arched eyebrow. ((I know. He maybe tiny tiny, but I bet he he fast.)))
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You's stomach knotted as he realized Chacha WAS serious. Very Serious. "O-Okay Okay! He said quickly as he held up his hands. "I'll do it alright, just put down the phone." He ran a hand through his hair again before quickly going back to his computer. His heart was hammering and his hand's were shaking a bit as he looked through his music. He turned the volume back up, but no where near as loud as it had been and Buck Tick's Black Cherry came blasting through the speakers. Turning around he glared at Cha daring him to laugh as he walked out to the center of his room again. Might as well get it over with. He took a deep breath and slowly picked up the beat of the song. His movement's were awkward though, it was hard to loose himself in the music this time when he knew he was being watched.
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Chacha still had the phone out and he shook his head. He put the phone back in his pocket and stalked towards You. He walked around him while he danced and looked him up and down. He paused right behind him. "Now how is it, you can shake your ass when there are 20 thousand people watching." He whispered in You ear. "But when it is just mean you dance like a virgin on her fucking prom night."
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You felt his knees grow weak as Chacha whispered in his ear. He raised his head and glared at his freind. "Because twenty thousand people watching me doesn't fucking turn me on." He hissed. Swallowing hard he stepped back. "Besides." he said softly "They aren't looking at me." He shook his head. "Listen you want me to do this or not?"
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Chachamaru let out a wicked little laugh as he walked back around you. "Do it right or I"ll make you do it again." He said and sat back down in his chair and leaned back, he locked his eyes on you. "though If you don't want to dance I have some other ideas."
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You's could feel his cock twitch at that laugh. He had never heard Chacha sound like that before. He shivered a bit and swallowed hard before closing his eyes. He took another deep breath and forced himself to pick up the beat again. He blocked out everything except the the music and the beat of his heart. His back relaxed and his hips began to roll in time to the music. He trailed his fingertips back up his body before rasing his hands up over his head again as he started to step from side to side, ass swaying back and forth.
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Chacha leaned back in the chair, He rested his chin in his hand as he watched You. The other man finally started to relax. He bit his lip as he watched. The lame night finally turning into something interesting. He would have to sneak home early more often. Chacha let his eyes travel down You's chest and over his abdomen. His eyes lingered on the twitching hard flesh and his eyes narrowed as he thought back to what you said. He was turned on with him watching. Chacha set his phone down, hit record and stood up again. You's eyes were close and he had turned his back on Chacha. Chacha walked up behind him You and reached out his hand, He rested both hands on You's waist and pulled the man's ass around, he also started to sway with him, you's ass resting against his own crotch.
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You was startled when he felt Chacha grab his hips, then his eyes nearly crossed as he felt strong hands jerk him back, to where his ass was grinding back against the other man. "Cha," You said with a desperate little moan "Cha what are you doing?" Even as he asked his body automatically matched pace with Chacha and he found himself leaning back against the smaller man.
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Chacha's hand slid up You's abdomen and rested in the middle of You's chest as he pressed the slightly taller man back against him. "Dancing." He said with another wicked laugh. His hips rolling forward, pressing his half hard cock into the cleft of You's ass. "See?" Chacha still hadn't really kissed you or so much as brushed his lips against any slightly sweaty skin. Instead he steattled for teasing both of them. As his breath stirred the hair around you's ear.
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"Fuck!" You cried out as he felt Chacha grind down on his ass. He felt weak and hot as those long fingers brushed over his body, making him moan as his hips kept rolling forward. He let out a low whine as Chacha breath into his ear, causing him to shiver hard. His whole body seemed to be throbbing and the only thing he could think of to do was to keep moving, and keep dancing.
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Chacha's other hand slid up You's stomach joined his other hand already pressed into You's chest. Both hands were spread wide across You's chest. His pinky was brushing the other's nipple as their hips swayed together. He was amused, getting You to curse was an accomplishment. The other man preferred to watch his language.
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You's mouth hung open as his head fell forward. He felt like he could barely breath much less think straight. His body seemed to be burning where Chacha was touching him. You shivered hard again and whined as the finger slightly brushing against his nipple sent a jolt down his spine. He pushed himself back again and all but writhed against the other man. His cock was throbbing and aching in the tight pants and he needed SOMETHING to happen soon.
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Chachamaru's hand slid back down You's chest and over his stomach. his hands pressed against the flat muscles of You's abdomen, forming the man harder back against him. Chacha couldn't help it anymore. He leaned up and licked his way up You's beck even as he deftly flicked his wrist and the button on you's pants came undone.
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You cried out when he felt some of the pressure and pain suddenly let off. His hands scrambled backwards to grip at Chacha's coat and pants as his back arched. He gave up and pretenses of dancing as he panted and ground him self down on the erection he could feel behind him, silently begging for more.
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Chachamarou let his fingers find the zipper and pulled that down also. He kept up the slight swaying of their hips even with You wantonly grounding back against him. He smirked as he reached inside of those tight leather pants and pulled You's straining errection free. He looked over you's shoulder, making sure the little video camera was still working her only had three minutes of time. He let his tongue trace the shell of You's ear even as his calloused fingers closed around you and started to stroke him.
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You whined he felt the zipper slide down. He had been about cry or beg for Chacha to do something when he felt a slender hand finally pull him free of his pants. He let out a long low moan and his hips twitched forehead, thrusting into Chacha's hand as he was stroked. His head fell to the side and he suddenly had to concentrate hard on staying upright as his legs started to tremble. "Cha," he whispered breathlessly.
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"Hmmmmm?" Chacha hummed as his lips moved down You's throat. The other was a few inches taller but with him leaning back this was easier than he thought it would be. At least You wasn't wearing heels. He tightened his fingers around You's cock and ran his thumb over the tip of the other man's cock. The dainty guitarist rocked his hips forward again, and chuckled when You pressed back to meet his hips.
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You was breathing hard and sweating again as he held himself up on shaky legs while clinging desperately to the man behind him. He cried out again as he felt the grip tighten on his erection tighten and his hips jerked forward again. God this wasn't going to last much longer. He could already feel the coil start to tighten low in his belly and he let out another long whine. "C-cha Please," he begged breathlessly.
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Chacha's hand was moving over You's cock and the man rolled his eyes so he could look at you, through his eyelashes. The other guitarist's head was laying back on his shoulder. He could fell the muscles in the other's belly bunch under his fingertimes as he caressed him. "The go ahead." Chacha said as his smooth lips moved over You's shoulder. "I"m not stopping you." He let out a little laugh. "You might say I am helping."HE nipped playfully at You's shoulder.
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You let out a deep moan before he bit his lip and thrust his hips forward into Chacha's hand. It only took a few times before his entire body tense and he clutched desperately at Chacha as he came with a grunt, his ass still grinding back. He almost fell to the floor as a fog of pleasure enveloped his mind and his body unclenched. He finally went still in Chacha's arms, shaking and breathing hard as he tried to process what in the hell had just happened.
-) Chachamaru let out a little pleased hum when he felt You jerk and shake in his arms. He held the other up against him effortlessly as he slowly removed his hand and tucked You back into his pants. With a little flick and twist You was zipped up and Chacha gave the front of the man's pants an affectionate pat. Still letting you lean against him, he reached in his pocket ad pulled out his handkerchif and cleaned up his hands.
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You blinked slowly and has he looked down and watched with a groan as Chacha tucked him back in his pants. He didn't feel like moving, hell he didn't particularly feel like doing anything. Leaning his head back again and turning it to the side You studied his friends beautiful delicate features for a moment. "Cha," he whispered softly. "What in the hell was that."
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"It's called a hand job." Chachamaru said with a smirk and patted You's cheek. "How did you get this far in rock and roll and not hear of them I"ll never know." He grinned and stepped slowly back. He walked towards the table and picked up his phone.Pressing a few buttons he erased the olf video. "All gone." He said and slipped the phone back in his pocket. "Night You!" He said as he started towards the door.
Pairing You and Chacha
Band Gackt Job
Chachamaru leaned back against the elevator and tugged off the bow tie. He tried not to look at the gold and diamond watch on his wrist. He was surprised he had actually managed to get away. While he normally didn't mind galla openings and suck. He knew he looked good in the tux. his date had been an absolute horror. He unbuttoned the top three buttons of his tuxedo shirt and sighed in relief. He wrinkeled his nose and sighed, he was sure he could still smell her perfume on him. When the elevator door open he stepped out onto the plush carpet of the upstairs hallway. He paused outside the door and blinked, the older man turned his head, his strawberry gold hair falling across the perfectly cut coat as he pressed his ear to the door and blinked. That was not something he expected to hear from inside their apartment. Sure they all lived together. It was just easier, they were used to each other and their ways, plus none of them wanted to come home to an empty apartment. Chacha paused and tried to guess who it was. It wasn't Gackt, he was more the dress up in his Kaman rider suit and pose and dash around the apartment. Ju-ken was more into k-pop bands. Of course they weren't suppose to know that. The diamond cufflinks winked on his wrists as he fitted the key and pushed opened the door.
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With a few clicks of his mouse You had turned up the volume and pulled up the entire album. His short unstyled hair bounced as he moved across his room. His eyes were closed as he completely lost himself in moving his body gracefully. Being into sports meant that he was more aware of his own body than most people. Nothing about him awkward anymore as long lean legs moved under the leather, his arms above his head as he moved from side to side. His hips rolled perfectly as he arched his back. He loved it when he got to do this. He didn't have to worry about anything else but the music pumping through his speakers, making his heart jump and pulse. Sweat began to form on his back and he tasted salt when he licked his lips.
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Chacha pulled off his shoes as he quitely shut the door behind him. He tried not to wince when the music rose to a louder level. He was glad they owned the entire floor or someone would get a visit from the cops. He tossed his cummerbund down on the ground and moved over the white carpet towards the sound. He winced again, some of his curls falling around his ears as if they wanted to protect them from the louder beat. "It is a wonder he isn't deaf." He said softly. HE paused outside each of the other's rooms just to make sure he wasn't wrong. He wasn't. He reached out and opened the door slowly. Chacha smirked as he leaned against the door jam, his arms across his chest watching as STripper You danced around his room. If he used the bed poasts as a pole, Chacha didn't think he could keep from laughing.
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The song he had been dancing to finally finished. He stood in the middle of his room, panting for a moment as he as his head dropped forward eyes closed tightly. You reached up and pushed his shaggy hair out of his face. The next song wasn't what he wanted to hear right now so with a sigh he stepped over to his computer. You leaned over and braced one arm against the desk as the other fiddled with the mouse. He turned the volume down and began to scroll through his music, completely unaware of his visitor.
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Chacha couldn't help it. He started off slowly with his applause and kept it up with a wide smile. "Forgive me but I don't have anything smaller than a twently." He tossed his hair back. "so how much for a lap dance?" Chacha grinned as he looked at you. "Nice pants by the way."
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You jerked backwards when he heard a voice. Toppling over his computer chair he landed on a heap on the floor. "Chacha!" he snapped as he scrambled to his hands and knees. "What in the hell are you doing home!" His blush was already staining his face and making his way down his shoulders. Of all the people to catch him dancing like that why in the hell did it have to be Chacha. He almost groaned as he slowly edged his way behind the bed. The guitarist didn't particularly want Chacha to look down and see the fact that the dance had gotten him exited in more ways than one.
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"Galla was dull. Cheap wine and an even cheaper date." Chachamru made a face. "and you You-kun. Again let me state." He grinned. "Nice pants." HE held up his phone and flipped it to the little video he had. "I like this part the best." HE said watching the tiny You do the hip thrusts. "So." He paused with a grin. "You know what that song is about right?"
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You gaped as he heard the song play back. "I get the general Idea." He said tightly as he stood up. His english was getting better but he hadn't really paid any attention to the meaning of the song. He just really liked the beat. "Cha, Get rid of the video," he said in pleading voice as he took a few steps forward. He didn't really want everyone to see him dancing like that. Gackt would most likely make him do it again. It was just something he did on those rare times he was home alone. "Please?"
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Chacha walked into You's room with the phone held out of reach. "Okay You, I'll get ride of the video on one condition." He said as he sank down in the plush chair in the man's room. He still held the phone out of you's reach as he crossed his legs. "You do it again." He grinned. "Can be a different song if you want." Chacha wiggled the phone and looked at You, his eyes twinkling. "And make it sexy."
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) You had been eying the phone, wondering if he could dive for it when Chacha's words finally sank into his brain. He gaped like a fish for a moment as he stared at his freind. He flushed for an entirely different reason as he realized how .. sexy Chacha looked at the moment. The guitarist always looked good but with the silk white shirt and the fitted cloth it made You's oants start to become uncomfortable again. His jaws finally snapped shut and he gave a half laugh. "Don't mess with me Chacha." the taller man said with a half laugh as he ran his hands through his hair nervously. Please stop messing with me like this he added silently as he bit at the inside of his lip.
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"Fine." Chacha said shrugging. "I can send it too Gackt, Ju-ken and maybe Mana will like it." He brought the phone down and preceeded to punch in some numbers. "Bet it will be half way around the city in an hour." He looked at You with an arched eyebrow. ((I know. He maybe tiny tiny, but I bet he he fast.)))
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You's stomach knotted as he realized Chacha WAS serious. Very Serious. "O-Okay Okay! He said quickly as he held up his hands. "I'll do it alright, just put down the phone." He ran a hand through his hair again before quickly going back to his computer. His heart was hammering and his hand's were shaking a bit as he looked through his music. He turned the volume back up, but no where near as loud as it had been and Buck Tick's Black Cherry came blasting through the speakers. Turning around he glared at Cha daring him to laugh as he walked out to the center of his room again. Might as well get it over with. He took a deep breath and slowly picked up the beat of the song. His movement's were awkward though, it was hard to loose himself in the music this time when he knew he was being watched.
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Chacha still had the phone out and he shook his head. He put the phone back in his pocket and stalked towards You. He walked around him while he danced and looked him up and down. He paused right behind him. "Now how is it, you can shake your ass when there are 20 thousand people watching." He whispered in You ear. "But when it is just mean you dance like a virgin on her fucking prom night."
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You felt his knees grow weak as Chacha whispered in his ear. He raised his head and glared at his freind. "Because twenty thousand people watching me doesn't fucking turn me on." He hissed. Swallowing hard he stepped back. "Besides." he said softly "They aren't looking at me." He shook his head. "Listen you want me to do this or not?"
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Chachamaru let out a wicked little laugh as he walked back around you. "Do it right or I"ll make you do it again." He said and sat back down in his chair and leaned back, he locked his eyes on you. "though If you don't want to dance I have some other ideas."
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You's could feel his cock twitch at that laugh. He had never heard Chacha sound like that before. He shivered a bit and swallowed hard before closing his eyes. He took another deep breath and forced himself to pick up the beat again. He blocked out everything except the the music and the beat of his heart. His back relaxed and his hips began to roll in time to the music. He trailed his fingertips back up his body before rasing his hands up over his head again as he started to step from side to side, ass swaying back and forth.
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Chacha leaned back in the chair, He rested his chin in his hand as he watched You. The other man finally started to relax. He bit his lip as he watched. The lame night finally turning into something interesting. He would have to sneak home early more often. Chacha let his eyes travel down You's chest and over his abdomen. His eyes lingered on the twitching hard flesh and his eyes narrowed as he thought back to what you said. He was turned on with him watching. Chacha set his phone down, hit record and stood up again. You's eyes were close and he had turned his back on Chacha. Chacha walked up behind him You and reached out his hand, He rested both hands on You's waist and pulled the man's ass around, he also started to sway with him, you's ass resting against his own crotch.
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You was startled when he felt Chacha grab his hips, then his eyes nearly crossed as he felt strong hands jerk him back, to where his ass was grinding back against the other man. "Cha," You said with a desperate little moan "Cha what are you doing?" Even as he asked his body automatically matched pace with Chacha and he found himself leaning back against the smaller man.
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Chacha's hand slid up You's abdomen and rested in the middle of You's chest as he pressed the slightly taller man back against him. "Dancing." He said with another wicked laugh. His hips rolling forward, pressing his half hard cock into the cleft of You's ass. "See?" Chacha still hadn't really kissed you or so much as brushed his lips against any slightly sweaty skin. Instead he steattled for teasing both of them. As his breath stirred the hair around you's ear.
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"Fuck!" You cried out as he felt Chacha grind down on his ass. He felt weak and hot as those long fingers brushed over his body, making him moan as his hips kept rolling forward. He let out a low whine as Chacha breath into his ear, causing him to shiver hard. His whole body seemed to be throbbing and the only thing he could think of to do was to keep moving, and keep dancing.
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Chacha's other hand slid up You's stomach joined his other hand already pressed into You's chest. Both hands were spread wide across You's chest. His pinky was brushing the other's nipple as their hips swayed together. He was amused, getting You to curse was an accomplishment. The other man preferred to watch his language.
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You's mouth hung open as his head fell forward. He felt like he could barely breath much less think straight. His body seemed to be burning where Chacha was touching him. You shivered hard again and whined as the finger slightly brushing against his nipple sent a jolt down his spine. He pushed himself back again and all but writhed against the other man. His cock was throbbing and aching in the tight pants and he needed SOMETHING to happen soon.
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Chachamaru's hand slid back down You's chest and over his stomach. his hands pressed against the flat muscles of You's abdomen, forming the man harder back against him. Chacha couldn't help it anymore. He leaned up and licked his way up You's beck even as he deftly flicked his wrist and the button on you's pants came undone.
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You cried out when he felt some of the pressure and pain suddenly let off. His hands scrambled backwards to grip at Chacha's coat and pants as his back arched. He gave up and pretenses of dancing as he panted and ground him self down on the erection he could feel behind him, silently begging for more.
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Chachamarou let his fingers find the zipper and pulled that down also. He kept up the slight swaying of their hips even with You wantonly grounding back against him. He smirked as he reached inside of those tight leather pants and pulled You's straining errection free. He looked over you's shoulder, making sure the little video camera was still working her only had three minutes of time. He let his tongue trace the shell of You's ear even as his calloused fingers closed around you and started to stroke him.
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You whined he felt the zipper slide down. He had been about cry or beg for Chacha to do something when he felt a slender hand finally pull him free of his pants. He let out a long low moan and his hips twitched forehead, thrusting into Chacha's hand as he was stroked. His head fell to the side and he suddenly had to concentrate hard on staying upright as his legs started to tremble. "Cha," he whispered breathlessly.
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"Hmmmmm?" Chacha hummed as his lips moved down You's throat. The other was a few inches taller but with him leaning back this was easier than he thought it would be. At least You wasn't wearing heels. He tightened his fingers around You's cock and ran his thumb over the tip of the other man's cock. The dainty guitarist rocked his hips forward again, and chuckled when You pressed back to meet his hips.
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You was breathing hard and sweating again as he held himself up on shaky legs while clinging desperately to the man behind him. He cried out again as he felt the grip tighten on his erection tighten and his hips jerked forward again. God this wasn't going to last much longer. He could already feel the coil start to tighten low in his belly and he let out another long whine. "C-cha Please," he begged breathlessly.
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Chacha's hand was moving over You's cock and the man rolled his eyes so he could look at you, through his eyelashes. The other guitarist's head was laying back on his shoulder. He could fell the muscles in the other's belly bunch under his fingertimes as he caressed him. "The go ahead." Chacha said as his smooth lips moved over You's shoulder. "I"m not stopping you." He let out a little laugh. "You might say I am helping."HE nipped playfully at You's shoulder.
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You let out a deep moan before he bit his lip and thrust his hips forward into Chacha's hand. It only took a few times before his entire body tense and he clutched desperately at Chacha as he came with a grunt, his ass still grinding back. He almost fell to the floor as a fog of pleasure enveloped his mind and his body unclenched. He finally went still in Chacha's arms, shaking and breathing hard as he tried to process what in the hell had just happened.
-) Chachamaru let out a little pleased hum when he felt You jerk and shake in his arms. He held the other up against him effortlessly as he slowly removed his hand and tucked You back into his pants. With a little flick and twist You was zipped up and Chacha gave the front of the man's pants an affectionate pat. Still letting you lean against him, he reached in his pocket ad pulled out his handkerchif and cleaned up his hands.
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You blinked slowly and has he looked down and watched with a groan as Chacha tucked him back in his pants. He didn't feel like moving, hell he didn't particularly feel like doing anything. Leaning his head back again and turning it to the side You studied his friends beautiful delicate features for a moment. "Cha," he whispered softly. "What in the hell was that."
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"It's called a hand job." Chachamaru said with a smirk and patted You's cheek. "How did you get this far in rock and roll and not hear of them I"ll never know." He grinned and stepped slowly back. He walked towards the table and picked up his phone.Pressing a few buttons he erased the olf video. "All gone." He said and slipped the phone back in his pocket. "Night You!" He said as he started towards the door.