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Red Tie
2. Red Tie
“Yuki, please!”
“Can it, brat, I’m too busy today to come see you,” said Yuki as he made his coffee. His little live-in love, Shuichi Shindou looked damn adorable pouting at that, but Yuki would never give into a mere pout.
“But Yuki—“
“I’m not going to listen to you whine this early in the morning. I’m going in my office; don’t bother to stop in and say good-bye,” said Yuki with a cruelty born of exhaustion and hounding from his editor about his deadline. His little uke looked devastated, and a tear trembled in one large violet eye.
“Have a good day, brat,” said Yuki grabbing his lover for a brief fierce kiss.
“Yuki! I love you!” cried Shuichi, lighting up at the kiss. Yuki growled, picked up his coffee and pack of cigarettes and headed for the office. The way his every action and word made Shuichi respond so wildly was one of the things he loved about the kid, not that he’d admit it. And with Shuichi, he didn’t have to. The boy had a masochistic streak in him—no, a stream, really. Harsh words, even a little humiliation, seemed to make him more devoted, more aroused. And that really was perfect with Yuki.
But he had to focus on idealized love, now, on his characters in his latest romance novel, a novel that had nothing remotely kinky about it. Lighting up a cigarette and opening his laptop, Yuki got to work.
Hours later, he wandered into the kitchen. Shuichi had left him a note in front of the coffee machine. Yuki picked it up, smiling, and read,
Dear Yuki,
I love you!
I wore the pink panties to work today!
There are big stalls in the bathroom right down the hall from our studio, and K made Tohma take the cameras out and said he’d shoot them if Tohma put any back in. My phone is on vibrate. We aren’t recording, so if you call, I can take a “bathroom break”!
I miss your cock so bad,
Love,
Your Shu
XXXXXOOOOOXXXXX
The note fell to floor as Yuki cursed. Dammit all to hell! How the fuck was he supposed to get back to work now? Damn Shu! That fucking brat! That fucking brat in pink panties! Yuki’s nostrils flared. He wouldn’t give into this, no way!
Three hours later, painfully hard, Eiri Yuki jumped into his sports car and speed over to NG studios. He called Shu as he walked in the building, striding for the bathroom. When he pushed open the door, there was Shuichi, eyes big and bright with a huge smile.
“YUKI, YU—“
Yuki shoved his red necktie into Shuichi’s mouth gagging him. He was here to fuck, not to listen to Shu babble. He picked up his lover and carried him to the large handicapped stall.
“Take off the shorts now, or I’ll tear them off,” he spat out, opening his pants and putting on a condom. They didn’t usually use condoms for sex, but even angry, he would never fill Shuichi with cum and force him to have it dribble out in front of his bandmates, manager, and producer—at least when they were all working or performing. Besides, Shuichi hated the condoms, begging Yuki not to use them because he wanted to absorb Yuki into his body. It was the sort of stupid sentiment only Shu would come up with, but he had to admit to himself he liked it.
“Not the panties,” said Yuki, his words stopping Shu from removing them as well. He squeezed lube on his cock as he ordered, “Bend over, hands on the wall.” Shuichi’s eyes pleaded with him, and Yuki knew he wanted to look at his face, wanted to feel his cock bare, wanted the red tie out of his mouth. But this wasn’t about what Shuichi wanted.
“Do it, brat. That’s your punishment for teasing me. Don’t you dare touch that red tie in your mouth.”
Yuki kicked Shu’s legs wider apart, pulled the panties down to bare his personal fuckhole. His. He didn’t bother with stretching Shu—he fucked this sweet little ass enough that it took him easily, and the little bit of pain from the sudden penetration was yet another thing the masochistic part of the pink-haired singer loved.
He thrust his cock in and used Shuichi hard. He didn’t bother to reach around, and the force of his thrusts made Shuichi need to keep his hands on the wall. But Yuki could tell that Shuichi was loving this—his ass was pushing back, his body shaking, arching, and wiggling. Shu was looking over his shoulder at Yuki, his mouth, that million-dollar mouth, stretched wide around the red tie. His eye lashes were fluttering, and it was clear he was trying to scream around that big wad of red fabric distending his jaws.
As Yuki watched, he could see the tell-tale signs of Shu’s orgasm coming. He aimed carefully, slamming into his lover’s prostate, and there, there was that face, that face he loved. God, Shu looked even hotter cumming with his mouth full of Yuki’s red tie. Damn hot. His little slut had cum in his pink panties, cum without his cock touched, cum from being fucked hard in a bathroom stall from behind, gagged with a red necktie.
Fuck! It was too much, and Yuki spilled his release into Shu with a violent shudder. He leaned over Shu’s body, kissing his shoulder, kissing that mouth stretched around the red tie. Shu was dazed, leaning against the wall trying to stay on his feet. Yuki pulled out, tied off the condom, and put it in Shu’s hand. He jerked down the panties from Shu’s unresisting body, wiping away all traces of cum, leaning in, giving Shu’s cock a lick and a kiss. Then he straightened, fixed his pants, shoved the pink panties in his pocket, and left with one more quick kiss to the corner of that mouth still stretched around his red tie.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, Hiro, Suguru, and K were all standing in the hallway. They looked like they were going to talk, so he scowled at them, giving a brief wave, more a “stay away” gesture than a greeting and quickly walked out of the building.
The three in the hallway shivered. Eiri Yuki had killed at least one man in his youth, and the way he looked sometimes just made that fact hard to forget. Looking at the novelist’s back, K said, “Ok, no one tells Shu that Tohma put the cameras back in this weekend, agreed?”
When Shuichi came back to the studio a few minutes later with a damp red tie around his neck, giggling, and grinning, no one said a thing. “Hey, hey, guys,” he said dreamily, “I have a new idea for a song.”
The others exchanged glances before focusing on Shuichi’s ideas. They couldn’t complain—Yuki made Shu happy, and a happy Shu meant good things for Bad Luck.
“It’s called `Red Tie,’” began Shuichi. “Isn’t that just perfect?”
Suguru rolled his eyes and K fiddled with his favorite gun, but Hiro, said, smiling, “Yeah, Shu, perfect. So tell us more.”
“It’s about a red tie,” Shuichi informed them and twirled around with a silly smile on his face, his eyes impossibly big. “It goes like this . . .”
“Yuki, please!”
“Can it, brat, I’m too busy today to come see you,” said Yuki as he made his coffee. His little live-in love, Shuichi Shindou looked damn adorable pouting at that, but Yuki would never give into a mere pout.
“But Yuki—“
“I’m not going to listen to you whine this early in the morning. I’m going in my office; don’t bother to stop in and say good-bye,” said Yuki with a cruelty born of exhaustion and hounding from his editor about his deadline. His little uke looked devastated, and a tear trembled in one large violet eye.
“Have a good day, brat,” said Yuki grabbing his lover for a brief fierce kiss.
“Yuki! I love you!” cried Shuichi, lighting up at the kiss. Yuki growled, picked up his coffee and pack of cigarettes and headed for the office. The way his every action and word made Shuichi respond so wildly was one of the things he loved about the kid, not that he’d admit it. And with Shuichi, he didn’t have to. The boy had a masochistic streak in him—no, a stream, really. Harsh words, even a little humiliation, seemed to make him more devoted, more aroused. And that really was perfect with Yuki.
But he had to focus on idealized love, now, on his characters in his latest romance novel, a novel that had nothing remotely kinky about it. Lighting up a cigarette and opening his laptop, Yuki got to work.
Hours later, he wandered into the kitchen. Shuichi had left him a note in front of the coffee machine. Yuki picked it up, smiling, and read,
Dear Yuki,
I love you!
I wore the pink panties to work today!
There are big stalls in the bathroom right down the hall from our studio, and K made Tohma take the cameras out and said he’d shoot them if Tohma put any back in. My phone is on vibrate. We aren’t recording, so if you call, I can take a “bathroom break”!
I miss your cock so bad,
Love,
Your Shu
XXXXXOOOOOXXXXX
The note fell to floor as Yuki cursed. Dammit all to hell! How the fuck was he supposed to get back to work now? Damn Shu! That fucking brat! That fucking brat in pink panties! Yuki’s nostrils flared. He wouldn’t give into this, no way!
Three hours later, painfully hard, Eiri Yuki jumped into his sports car and speed over to NG studios. He called Shu as he walked in the building, striding for the bathroom. When he pushed open the door, there was Shuichi, eyes big and bright with a huge smile.
“YUKI, YU—“
Yuki shoved his red necktie into Shuichi’s mouth gagging him. He was here to fuck, not to listen to Shu babble. He picked up his lover and carried him to the large handicapped stall.
“Take off the shorts now, or I’ll tear them off,” he spat out, opening his pants and putting on a condom. They didn’t usually use condoms for sex, but even angry, he would never fill Shuichi with cum and force him to have it dribble out in front of his bandmates, manager, and producer—at least when they were all working or performing. Besides, Shuichi hated the condoms, begging Yuki not to use them because he wanted to absorb Yuki into his body. It was the sort of stupid sentiment only Shu would come up with, but he had to admit to himself he liked it.
“Not the panties,” said Yuki, his words stopping Shu from removing them as well. He squeezed lube on his cock as he ordered, “Bend over, hands on the wall.” Shuichi’s eyes pleaded with him, and Yuki knew he wanted to look at his face, wanted to feel his cock bare, wanted the red tie out of his mouth. But this wasn’t about what Shuichi wanted.
“Do it, brat. That’s your punishment for teasing me. Don’t you dare touch that red tie in your mouth.”
Yuki kicked Shu’s legs wider apart, pulled the panties down to bare his personal fuckhole. His. He didn’t bother with stretching Shu—he fucked this sweet little ass enough that it took him easily, and the little bit of pain from the sudden penetration was yet another thing the masochistic part of the pink-haired singer loved.
He thrust his cock in and used Shuichi hard. He didn’t bother to reach around, and the force of his thrusts made Shuichi need to keep his hands on the wall. But Yuki could tell that Shuichi was loving this—his ass was pushing back, his body shaking, arching, and wiggling. Shu was looking over his shoulder at Yuki, his mouth, that million-dollar mouth, stretched wide around the red tie. His eye lashes were fluttering, and it was clear he was trying to scream around that big wad of red fabric distending his jaws.
As Yuki watched, he could see the tell-tale signs of Shu’s orgasm coming. He aimed carefully, slamming into his lover’s prostate, and there, there was that face, that face he loved. God, Shu looked even hotter cumming with his mouth full of Yuki’s red tie. Damn hot. His little slut had cum in his pink panties, cum without his cock touched, cum from being fucked hard in a bathroom stall from behind, gagged with a red necktie.
Fuck! It was too much, and Yuki spilled his release into Shu with a violent shudder. He leaned over Shu’s body, kissing his shoulder, kissing that mouth stretched around the red tie. Shu was dazed, leaning against the wall trying to stay on his feet. Yuki pulled out, tied off the condom, and put it in Shu’s hand. He jerked down the panties from Shu’s unresisting body, wiping away all traces of cum, leaning in, giving Shu’s cock a lick and a kiss. Then he straightened, fixed his pants, shoved the pink panties in his pocket, and left with one more quick kiss to the corner of that mouth still stretched around his red tie.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, Hiro, Suguru, and K were all standing in the hallway. They looked like they were going to talk, so he scowled at them, giving a brief wave, more a “stay away” gesture than a greeting and quickly walked out of the building.
The three in the hallway shivered. Eiri Yuki had killed at least one man in his youth, and the way he looked sometimes just made that fact hard to forget. Looking at the novelist’s back, K said, “Ok, no one tells Shu that Tohma put the cameras back in this weekend, agreed?”
When Shuichi came back to the studio a few minutes later with a damp red tie around his neck, giggling, and grinning, no one said a thing. “Hey, hey, guys,” he said dreamily, “I have a new idea for a song.”
The others exchanged glances before focusing on Shuichi’s ideas. They couldn’t complain—Yuki made Shu happy, and a happy Shu meant good things for Bad Luck.
“It’s called `Red Tie,’” began Shuichi. “Isn’t that just perfect?”
Suguru rolled his eyes and K fiddled with his favorite gun, but Hiro, said, smiling, “Yeah, Shu, perfect. So tell us more.”
“It’s about a red tie,” Shuichi informed them and twirled around with a silly smile on his face, his eyes impossibly big. “It goes like this . . .”