Depravity

The restaurant was perfect. It was small and cozy and they slipped into the high-backed booth to sit across from each other. It was mid-winter so it was already dark outside, and the view through the window they sat next to was of a Tokyo lit by artificial light.

The food was delicious, and Hiro drank red wine rather than his normal beer. They had actually been out on several ‘non-dates’ already, so the transition from that to something more romantic was rather easy to make. While they had enjoyed each other’s company in the past, their conversations had stayed professional, so now they had whole new worlds to discover about each other. They ate slowly and spent several hours just enjoying one another’s company.

Suguru told Hiro about his childhood. Living in the shadow of the famous Nittle Grasper keyboardist was difficult, and it prompted him to learn to play. He was sick of all the attention going to Tohma and craved some of that attention for himself. When Tohma realized his cousin had a natural talent, he took him under his wing and taught him to play. His first professional keyboard was a gift from Tohma; he still had it in the small music room he’d set up in his home.

Hiro talked about the wide array of training and education his parents put him through as a child. He was placed in kendo classes at a young age, and was actually considered rather good at the sport. But his first love was music. Yuji had an old acoustic guitar that had been the result of a short-lived rock-star phase (the irony not lost on Hiro). It sat in the back of his closet untouched for several years until Hiro picked it up and started learning to play. He was almost exclusively self-taught, something Suguru deeply admired. It took a lot of determination and hard work to get as good as Hiro was, especially when you considered he had little formal training.

Towards the end of their meal, Suguru realized he missed the feel of Hiro’s hand in his. The taxi ride over had been so nice, and he testingly placed his hand on the table and stretched it out in front of him, just to see what would happen. Instantly, Hiro reached out and took it, clasping it in his own. They smiled and fell into silence for a few minutes. Hiro’s thumb brushed the back of Suguru’s hand; the gentle caresses strongly exciting the younger man.

“You ready to head out?” Hiro put away his credit card once the waiter returned it. He left a nice tip – their server had been attentive but unobtrusive.

“I’m ready. Where are we going?” Suguru stood and slipped his coat on while Hiro did the same.

“Dancing,” Hiro answered. “There’s a club a couple of blocks from here. How does that sound?”

It sounded kinda fun to Suguru, and they walked down the street side by side. Hiro placed his hand on the small of Suguru’s back as they made their way to the club.

After they checked their coats, they walked over to the bar. The club was dark and packed with people all jumping and gyrating to the pounding music.

“Wanna dance?” Hiro held his hand out to his date, but Suguru shook his head ‘no.’

“Sorry, I’ve never really gone out dancing much before. I don’t really know how!” Hiro had seen Suguru move his body to their music on stage, and pressed the issue a little more.

“It’s no big deal, you just move with the music. I’ve seen you do that lots of time – just a little?”

Suguru grimaced slightly and declined once more. “I’ll watch you dance. I’ll stay right here. I’ll come join you in a little bit, okay?”

Hiro’s eyebrows rose at the though of putting on a little show for his hopefully soon-to-be lover. He agreed, “As long as you watch,” and winked. Before walking to the dance floor, Hiro pressed a quick kiss to Suguru’s lips and then disappeared from his side.

After recovering from the kiss, Suguru did watch him. Hiro’s body rolled and moved with the music. Even without a partner, his dancing was perfect and sensual. He quickly realized that his eyes weren’t the only ones trained on the guitarist. Many people recognized Hiro and were entranced by the musician’s movements. It was arousing as hell to see his new boyfriend be lusted after by so many people.

After a few songs, Hiro made his way back to his date. He grabbed the beer he’d left behind and downed the cold drink. “Ready to join me?” He held his hand out to Suguru once more, and this time the keyboardist took it.

When they got to the dance floor, Hiro didn’t relinquish his hold on Suguru’s hand. The music switched to an acoustic piece that was mostly base and keyboards. The deep pounding vibrations cut through the room and deep into everyone’s bodies. So far, their only point of body contact was their hands, but they were slowly dancing closer and closer.

Single hands clasped became both hands clasped. Then hands began traveling up the arms to hold onto elbows and bring them closer together. Before long, Suguru had his hands behind Hiro’s head and Hiro’s hands were closing in around his waist. Hiro pulled tight and brought their bodies together as they swayed and danced to the music.

Slipping his hands up Suguru’s back, Hiro laced them through his hair. The keyboardist’s hair was damp with sweat and Hiro fisted it gently, lowering his face to nuzzle into Suguru’s neck. Suguru returned the gesture in kind, slipping his hand under Hiro’s longer hair and holding it in a gentle grip while nuzzling back. They were almost the same height – Hiro was only three inches taller, so they fit together well.

Suguru shivered as Hiro’s breath tickled his ear as he whispered, “I like the way you dance, it’s sexy. You’re really hot.” The shiver shot straight down Suguru’s spine and throbbed through his cock. They pushed their hips tighter together and their mutually hard lengths slid across each other.

Suguru moaned at their contact and answered back, “You’re hot too. I’m really enjoying this.” He wanted Hiro to know how much he was enjoying their date. Hiro got the message loud and clear when Suguru began grinding against him continuously. Their breaths were both hitching, but when Hiro began nibbling on Suguru’s neck, the keyboardist seemed to lose the ability to breathe all together.

Hiro suddenly stopped and spun Suguru around in his arms. He molded his body to the back in front of him, his erection pressed hard against his date. Their dancing became much more sensuous as Hiro lifted their arms into the air. He then ran the back of his hands down Suguru’s arms and sides, stopping on his hips. Laying his hands flat on the front of Suguru’s pelvis, he rolled their hips and ground them together. Suguru was so turned on he could barely hear the music anymore. The tickle of Hiro’s breath in his ears and the pounding of his own heart were the only sounds around him.

Hiro whispered, “Am I moving too fast?”

With a groan Suguru tilted his head back. Hiro immediately took advantage of the newly exposed neck and jaw and peppered him with hot kisses. “Kami-Sama Hiro, we’ve known each other for years. I’ve wanted this for years. You’re not moving too fast for me. You?”

Hiro’s saliva turned to mud in his mouth and he had trouble answering. “Not fast enough for me. Want you, now.”

The next three words that Suguru spoke spurred Hiro into action. “Then let’s leave.” The keyboardist found himself being whisked off the dance floor. They retrieved their coats and headed back into the cold night. The chill in the air made the sweat on their bodies almost bite with pain, and they hurried to hail a taxi.

“My place is closer,” Hiro offered. Suguru nodded in agreement and within a few moments, the taxi took off.

If the day had gone by slowly while they waited for their date to begin, time stood still while the taxi took them home. They ran inside the building and waited for the elevator. The moment the doors closed, Hiro moved in on Suguru and pressed him against the wall. He rubbed their faces together like a cat, cheek to cheek, while grinding their hips against each other again. Their arousals came back full force and Hiro gently bit and tugged on Suguru’s bottom lip.

Hiro had rarely been so aggressive when it came to sex. His sexual identity wasn’t formed enough in high school, and Ayaka, being a priestess, remained a virgin. He wanted Suguru to know what he was getting into with him. Suguru was responding perfectly, his eyes hazed over and his skin flushed red.

The elevator doors opened and the boys moved to leave the metal box. There was a young couple standing at the door, and Hiro realized they weren’t yet to his floor.

“Going down, Nakano-San?” they asked, their faces red with embarrassment.

Hiro grinned and answered, “Not yet,” before moving back in on Suguru. The keyboardist laughed while his neck was plundered. It took only a few more seconds for them to reach Hiro’s floor and then Hiro’s front door.

Once the door was opened, they tumbled inside. Suddenly, Suguru was overcome with a case of nerves and shyness as he took off his shoes. He wasn’t a virgin, but he’d never been with another guy. He mused that his past experiences didn’t really count and decided that for all intents and purposes, he was a virgin. The knowledge scared the hell out of him.

Hiro sensed the change in his boyfriend’s demeanor and mood. He was his boyfriend now, right? They hadn’t really discussed it. Maybe that’s what was upsetting Suguru. Hiro remembered the years of uncertainty that Yuki had put Shuichi through. He didn’t want to put Suguru through anything like that, so he began to approach him slowly.

“I think we’ve both proved that we have to desire to be with each other, but I’m not interested in a one-night stand. I want to make my intentions clear so we’re both on the same page. Are we?” Hiro smiled gently and ran his fingers along Suguru’s arms.

“Same page – I don’t want a one night stand either.” Suguru’s eyes lit up as he spoke and they moved closer together.

Hiro leaned in and pressed their lips together.

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Shuichi itched and he was pissed. No, he was furious. It was all Eiri’s fault. Once a scene was over, he shouldn’t continue suffering, especially not days later! But here he was standing in the shower holding the shower wand to his groin. Cool water ran over his skin and down his legs. The itching was almost unbearable! He tried talcum powder, moisturizer, cold compresses, warm compresses, nothing gave him lasting relief.

He could hear Eiri standing in the bedroom laughing. That asshole thought this was funny! “Eiri-teme! I’m drawing the line! Don’t you EVER pull this shit with me again! I don’t care if I have to take punishment, I’ll never let you do this to me again!”

The laughter grew stronger, and Eiri struggled to speak. “Shu-Chan, let me in. I have something that might help you. It’s an anti-itch cream made of Chamomile, Tea Tree and Vitamin E. The pharmacist said this would help. And if it doesn’t, he gave me something stronger.”

“WHAT?!” Shuichi screamed. “You told the pharmacist! I can never show my face there again!”

“Oh cut the crap. They don’t know it’s for you, or why you would need it. Now open the fucking door and let me rub it in.”

Shuichi thought about it for a second. Maybe something good could come of this fiasco after all. Thinking of all the intimate places Eiri would need to rub the cream, he realized he might be able to get a lot of mileage out of this.

“Fine teme. But I’m NEVER doing that again! You hear me?”

Eiri had a hard time stopping his laughter. It had seemed like a good idea at the time! He hadn’t realized it would come back to haunt them days later. When Shuichi first came home from work, he was squirming and ran to the bathroom. The novelist followed, curious as to what could make Shuichi jump around so much.

The moment the singer’s pants dropped, Eiri understood and doubled over with laughter. In a way, it really was his fault. He didn’t think the game through all the way. Most scenes ended, but this one scene was dragging out for days. Eventually the itching would stop on its own and Shuichi would be back to normal. But in the meantime, the least he could do was pick up the cream and rub it into Shuichi’s skin.

He heard the lock click open and walked into the bathroom. He was greeted by the sight of Shuichi standing in the shower running cool water between his legs. He couldn’t help it. The laughter bubbled up and had him doubled over once again. Shuichi LOVED it when Eiri laughed. But no one, not even Shuichi, like to be laughed AT. Eiri was flaunting his sadistic side, and Shuichi was getting angrier and angrier by the second.

The singer turned the shower wand on Eiri and drenched him from head to toe. Eiri turned on him and began to scream, “You stupid little piece of…,” but before he could get any more out, Shuichi interrupted him.

“Don’t you fucking DARE! LOOK AT ME! They’re blistering! I have hundreds of tiny blisters all over me!” Shuichi was exhausted and the tears began to roll down his face.

Eiri took a deep breath, stripped and got into the shower with Shuichi. He moved the wand out of the way and cleaned the irritated flesh very gently. The singer mewled a little at the attention he was receiving.

“Tell me Eiri, what made you come up with such a sadistic game? I mean, after all this, I didn’t even get to 30 points this weekend. I really don’t want to ever do that again.” Eiri led them both out of the shower and wrapped Shuichi in a fluffy towel, being extra careful when he dried his groin and upper legs.”

“Seemed like a good idea at the time. And anyway, if you do a dressage contest, it’s part of the grooming.”

Shuichi moaned. He might have to do this again? The though was horrible.

He remembered reading the point card early in the afternoon, and not giving it much thought:

‘The submissive must shave all pubic hair completely, 5 points’

They had both stood in the shower, and Eiri enjoyed the show as Shuichi lathered his ass and pelvic area and then proceeded to shave all traces of hair from his body. He wasn’t a hairy boy, he had small patches of pubic hair in the normal places, but seeing him shaved completely clean was very arousing.

Eiri helped Shuichi shave between his butt cheeks to assure that every last single piece of hair was gone. When he was smooth and clean, the scene ended, he was awarded 5 points, and then carried into the bedroom for another ‘break.’ Eiri made love to him, rubbing his face and licking all over his little lover’s pelvis. The novelist found the smooth skin an unbelievable turn on, and took Shuichi twice before moving on to the next scene.

Neither of them had ever shaved areas other than their faces, instead opting for trimming other places on their bodies. The thought that Shuichi might suffer from a shaving rash or unbelievable ingrown hairs never entered their minds.

The natural cream relieved Shuichi’s itching for about 5 minutes. Eiri resorted to rubbing the stronger medication into his body. There were several breaks in the skin from Shuichi scratching, and it burned slightly. The singer didn’t care. The burning sensation was actually nicer than the itching sensation. The stronger med worked longer, but it was another couple of days before Shuichi was healed enough to not be bothered by the itching. It took considerably longer for the singer to completely forgive Eiri for his sadistic mistake.

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Hiro pushed Suguru down onto his couch and straddled his legs. Suguru looked up into Hiro’s eyes and was taken back by the lust radiating from them. The desire between them was so strong that Suguru was ready to cum just from their foreplay.

Hiro towered over the smaller boy beneath him and stripped off his own shirt. Without breaking eye contact with the keyboardist, Hiro began unbuttoning Suguru’s shirt and exposing the beautiful expanses of skin below.

The red head dipped down and slid his tongue into Suguru’s mouth. He explored deep inside, licking, tasting and touching every surface. Suguru stroked Hiro’s tongue with his own, and whimpered at the incredible pulses of pleasure shooting through his body.

The guitarist remembered something and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out the lube and stuffed it down into the couch cushions before Suguru could see what he was doing.

“Ohhhh Suguru, I still want you, I want you even more. Tell me you want me too.” Hiro ground their bodies together, their nipples and erections brushing together.

Suguru’s head was thrashing at the sensation. “HIRO! Oh Hiro I want you too!”

Hiro stopped moving and waited for Suguru to look at him. The keyboardist groaned in despair at the lack of stimulation and searched for a reason in his lover’s eyes. He saw a playful glint there, and said, “Don’t stop, please!”

“Don’t stop what, baby?”

The look that Hiro received said, ‘You have to be fucking kidding me!’, but what escaped from Suguru’s mouth was, “You know what I want, Oh Hiro, PLEASE!”

Hiro laughed and leaned back. He tickled Suguru’s nipples and stomach with the tips of his fingers, but the touches were so light they only teased.

“Tell me baby, tell me what you want me to do. I want to hear you. Say it Suguru.” Hiro panted over him and drew two fingers into his own mouth and sucked on them. Suguru watched and moaned.

“Please, oh gods Hiro, please! I want you to take me!” Suguru reached out and rubbed Hiro’s erection through his pants. “Please! Fuck me!”

Hiro bit down on his fingers to stop himself from cumming. “Oh fuck baby, you beg so pretty!”

Suguru found himself pressed down onto the couch until he way lying under Hiro. He was being kissed rough and hard, and his lover’s fingers were fumbling with his pants. Every brush against the hardness concealed underneath caused him to groan and thrust upward.

Suguru couldn’t have helped Hiro if his life depended on it. The pleasurable touches and kisses reduced him to a puddle of goo. Hiro finally had his pants undone, and he pulled them from the small legs, throwing them out into the room.

Suguru was beautiful. His cock was hard and weeping pre-cum, and his skin was smooth and silky. Hiro held himself over Suguru to drink in the beauty before him.

Saying a silent “thank you” to Shuichi, Hiro reached back into the couch and pulled out the lube. He poured some into his hands, and before Suguru had a moment to process what was coming, Hiro grasped his shaft and rubbed the lube into his cock and balls. Suguru screamed at the touches and struggled to stop himself from cumming.

Hiro’s jeans were rough on his legs, pressing and rubbing against his outer thighs, and coupled with the amazing hand-job he was getting, the two different sensations joined to radiate pleasure through Suguru’s entire body.

“Oh Hiro! If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum! Stop! No, GODS Please!” Suguru was afraid that if he came, it would be over. But Hiro had different ideas.

He moved them both until Suguru’s legs were spread wide and Hiro was kneeling between them, never once releasing his grasp on the keyboardist’s cock.

“Baby,” he whispered in a deep sultry voice, “I want you to cum. Don’t you want that? Come on baby, cum for me. Cum right now.”

One hand slipped down between Suguru’s legs, and without any warning, a slippery finger touched, pressed on and then slid into his entrance. It was too much. With a strangled scream, Suguru came. Hot cum pumped over Hiro’s fist to be added to the lube already present, and his finger was clamped down on hard and tight.

Hiro watched Suguru’s face as he came. It was so fucking hot! Suguru’s eyes closed tight and his mouth opened as far as it could. He threw his head back and arched off the couch. One hand grasped the fabric beneath him while the other grasped Hiro’s wrist, almost to the point of bruising. It was one of the most beautiful things Hiro had ever seen, and he resolved to see it as much as possible.

Despite the painful feeling emanating from his trapped erection and the almost overwhelming lust Hiro now felt, his heart pounded out a different tune. He was falling in love, and felt like his emotions were ready to burst. It was amazing, and he never wanted this feeling to go away.

The moment Suguru regained some of his composure, he sat up and wrapped his arms around Hiro. They kissed and held each other, and Suguru whispered and purred, “That was amazing! I’ve never cum that hard before! But now I think it’s your turn.” He licked Hiro’s ear and touched his erection again.

Hiro chuckled. “You’re such a naughty little kitten. Alright, go ahead. But don’t go too far. I want to be inside you when I finally cum.”

Suguru instantly noticed that he was at a disadvantage. He was wearing only a pair of white socks, while Hiro still had his jeans on. His first act was to fix this. He pushed Hiro off him and reversed their positions, slipping between Hiro’s legs.

The guitarist’s jeans were unzipped and pulled off his body quickly, leaving only his boxers on. When Suguru began to pull down the boxers, they caught on Hiro’s erection. The younger man slipped his hand inside and cupped the head of Hiro’s cock, pulling the boxers down past them. Once they were off, it was his turn to appreciate the body laid out beneath him.

Hiro was extremely muscular. It was quite a contrast in comparison to his own slightly built body. He ran his hand up Hiro’s thighs and to his nipples, holding his body up and over him so they didn’t make much skin-to-skin contact.

Suguru quickly got up and moved to kneel next to the couch by Hiro’s nipples. He stroked and tickled them before leaning over to swipe one with his tongue. Hiro ran his finger’s through Suguru’s hair and looked down to watch his chest be kissed and licked. It was a thrilling sight.

He gasped as the keyboardist’s fingers move down his stomach to touch and play with his cock. Hiro had wanted to feel Suguru’s fingers dance over his skin they way they danced over the keys, and it was finally happening. He thrust gently up into Suguru’s hands, an invitation to stroke him harder.

Soon, Suguru’s lips followed the trail his fingers had taken earlier, and hesitated over Hiro’s cock. Their eyes met and Suguru wordlessly asked for permission to taste him. Hiro moaned and threw back his head, which Suguru took as a ‘yes.’

Hiro nearly came as the wet heat engulfed him. Suguru’s tongue worked on him hard and fast, his inexperience only turning Hiro on more. Hiro lifted up a bit and rested on his arms so he could watch his lover suck him off. The vision before him swam a bit as the sensations in his stomach and cock began to mount higher and higher. He was getting too close, so he leaned down to pull Suguru off him.

Hiro re-adjusted himself so he was sitting on the couch with his feet firmly on the floor in front of him. He pulled his lover so he was standing before him, and leaned in to lick the re-hardened cock that jutted from Suguru’s body. It was delicious, and Hiro wanted nothing more than to taste his cum. He decided there would be time enough for that later, and retrieved the lube once more. Coating his fingers, he slipped them between Suguru’s globes and found his entrance once again. One finger slipped in and worked until Suguru showed no signs of discomfort. It took only moments for Hiro to work up to three fingers, scissoring and twisting while he sucked on Suguru’s cock.

When Suguru was nearly incoherent once again, Hiro stood quickly and maneuvered Suguru back onto the couch. This time he had Suguru on his hands and knees in front of him. Hiro stood behind him, one foot on the floor, the other leg kneeling on the couch, and positioned his cock at Suguru’s entrance.

With a last application of lube, this time directly on his cock, Hiro began pushing past the keyboardist’s ring of muscle. Suguru gasped and moaned loudly.

“Baby, are you okay?” Hiro asked. “Does it hurt?”

“Nooo, oh Hiro, it’s so good! MORE please!”

Hiro considered making him beg again, but then tossed that idea away when Suguru thrust his hips back hard, fully encasing Hiro inside him. While Suguru’s scream was a mixture of pleasure and pain, Hiro’s was of completely paradise. He held still to give Suguru time to adjust before pulling almost completely out and sliding back in again.

Suguru grabbed a pillow from the couch and hugged it to his face and body. He felt so complete, it was incredible! He twisted his body a bit so he could look behind him and watch Hiro.

Hiro’s eyes were focused on the ass he was buried deep inside of. He pinched and gently slapped the globes as he sank and withdrew over and over again. Suguru’s impassioned cries drove him on, and he felt himself get closer and closer to his release.

“Nrrrggg, Baby, lift your hips a little.” Suguru did as he was told, and it presented a new angle for Hiro to work him from. The guitarist’s cock brushed against something inside him and Suguru was overcome with blinding hot pleasure. He could no longer focus on watching Hiro fuck him; the feelings were just too intense.

“AH! Suguru! I want you to cum with me! Come on Baby! NOW!” Hiro reached down to stroke Suguru’s cock, instantly setting off both of their orgasms. He held his hips tight against Suguru as he emptied into him. The word “MINE!” kept repeating over and over again in his head, and it took him a few moments to realize he was saying it out load.

Suguru panted beneath him, and began answering every exclamation of ‘Mine’ with “Yes”.

Rather than let them collapse to the couch, Hiro scooped Suguru up and began walking through his apartment. “Bedroom?”

Suguru nodded sleepily in agreement and asked, “Can we do that again? Like soon?”

With a laugh, Hiro answered yes and laid them both down into his bed for a rest. Just a little rest, then they could start again.

TBC…

A/N: HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!

I promised! And I delivered. Did you like?

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NEXT CHAPTER: More lovin’ all around! Another scene with Eiri and Shuichi, and Hiro and Suguru talk more about their relationship.