There were times when Uruha was plain sure that Reita was teasing him on purpose. A brush of hand on his thigh as they sat on the couch watching a movie, low cut jeans that would show just a bit too much yet not enough or simply overacted humming sounds as he was eating, indicating how good the food was. Things that many wouldn’t have probably even noticed that Uruha found extremely out of place, teasing him to no end.

Tonight was no exception as Reita walked into their living room, fresh out of shower, hair dripping water as Uruha was trying his best watching the TV. Wearing only a white towel that hang loosely on his thin hips, Reita stood casually before Uruha as if being interested on the TV show. But Uruha knew it wasn’t really the case. This was again one of Reita’s acts.

As the bassist raised his arms high in the air, stretching his back and so arching it to a nice bow, Uruha decided his thoughts had been correct. Eyes roaming over the toned body, moving to the flat stomach, Uruha watched how the muscles stretched, a few single water drops running over them in slow motion. The towel around the body almost falling off as Reita yawned.

“I’d stop if I were you”, Uruha’s warning made Reita drop his arms and raise an eyebrow at the guitarist.

“Stop what?”

“Oh, you know damn well”, with a glare Uruha looked at his lover, not happy with the smirk that rose on Reita’s lips.

“And what if I don’t?” the bassist’s dared, eyes glinting with mischief.

A slight yelp left his mouth as Uruha grabbed his arm, pulling him on his lap.

“I’ll fuck you so hard that your ancestors will hear you scream”, Uruha hissed, crashing their lips together, kissing Reita with a bruising force. Hands grabbing Reita’s ass, Uruha pulled him closer, delighted of the little whimper that left the bassist’s mouth as their crotches came in contact with each other.

“Is that a promise?” Reita panted with a smile as the kiss broke.

Groaning softly at that, Uruha took Reita’s bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it softly. “Don’t tempt me”, he said finally, letting the lip go to kiss Reita again. Tongue darting out to lick across the lips, Uruha silently asked Reita to part them. Which this did gladly. As soon as the mouth opened slightly, Uruha conquered it, tongue massaging Reita’s sensually, causing him to moan to the kiss.

Breaking away from it, Uruha moved his lips down Reita’s jaw line to his neck, tongue leaving a little wet path behind. Nibbling the soft skin, Uruha drew more delicious moaning from the bassist, hips bucking up to meet the other’s. Hands moving up the toned back, loving the feeling of the slightly damp skin under his fingertips.

“You can be such a tease at times, you know that?” Uruha mumbled against Reita’s neck. The hot breath against his already heated skin made Reita shiver lightly, hands wrapping themselves around the other’s naked torso. Lips moved from his neck to his chest, teasingly brushing over an erect nipple.

“Like you‘d complain”, he breathed, feeling Uruha smirk as his lips closed around the nub, teeth playing with it, causing Reita to moan.

“So confident, aren’t you now”, the guitarist’s chuckled deeply, pulling away from the moist chest to look Reita in the eyes.

“Just the way you like it”, the other smirked back at him, lips claiming his in a hungry kiss soon after. With a swift move, Uruha grabbed the towel from the bassist’s waist, throwing it somewhere behind him, leaving Reita completely naked in his arms.

“Now~”, he practically purred as he broke away from the kiss, fingers coming to rest of the plump bottom lip, “Suck them”.

Without any protest, Reita took the fingers in his mouth, tongue swirling around them, coating them with his saliva as best as he could. Uruha groaned at the sight, knowing how good that mouth felt around some lower part of his body, his cock twitching from just the mere thought.

Pulling the digits from the wetness, he trailed them down Reita’s spine, feeling the body quiver under his touch. With a smile he circled them around Reita’s entrance, teasing his lover. Just as Reita was about to protest, one slick finger entered him, turning whatever word was about to come out of his mouth to a soft hiss.

Another finger joined the first shortly and they started moving inside him with a slow pace, massaging and stretching. Reita moaned as the third digit entered him, hips pushing down on them, seeking for more. And he was granted that as Uruha crooked his fingers, brushing the sweet spot deep inside of him and so making Reita’s knees tremble and a long moan leave his parted lips.

Uruha smirked as Reita’s face distorted in pleasure, and slowly he pulled his fingers out, hearing Reita whimper at the loss.

“Don’t worry, babe. You’ll be getting something much better soon”, he chuckled and Reita bit on his bottom lip, silencing a whimper that threatened to leave him. Lifting his hips, Uruha pulled down his boxers, freeing his erection from its restraints.

Reita licked his lips at the sight, needy eyes coming to gaze into Uruha’s and the guitarist nodded. Getting out of Uruha’s lap, Reita kneeled in front of the other. Pulling the boxers from Uruha’s legs completely, he settled between the parted legs, hand grabbing the base of the guitarist’s length.

Fingers tangling in the blonde locks, Uruha urged Reita to continue. Moistening his lips at first, Reita leaned over, tongue swirling around the head before he wrapped his lips around it. Throwing his head against the back of the couch, Uruha groaned as he was engulfed by the wet heat little by little. With innocent eyes, Reita looked up at his lover, tongue being pressed flat against the vein on the underside of the other’s member as he moved his head back up only to swallow it again a moment later.

Chest rising in short pants, Uruha squirmed from the pleasure Reita’s talented mouth was giving him. He had always been wondering where the bassist had learned all those tricks he did, feeling a little jealous of the person who had taught him those. Teeth scraping along his sensitive length, pulled him out of his thoughts and he hissed, fingers tightening their hold on the other’s hair.

Reita let the organ slip from his mouth with a wet sound and he crawled back on Uruha’s lap, legs on both sides of the guitarist’s lean form, straddling him. Lips attacking the other’s with burning lust, letting Uruha taste himself as Reita’s tongue entered his mouth.

Hand on Reita’s behind, supporting him, Uruha guided himself to Reita’s entrance with his other hand and pushed inside with one thrust. Reita threw his head back, a scream leaving him lips as he was penetrated, the burning sensation and pain turning his lower body rather numb.

Hands coming to rest on the bony hips, Uruha kissed the other’s neck, mumbling a soft “You okay?” against the damp skin. Lifting his head again to look Uruha in the eyes, Reita nodded. Uruha pressed their lips together in a soft kiss, just enjoying the feeling of their lips brushing against each other.

“Move”, he finally ordered and Reita complied, lifting himself slowly, hissing at the feeling of Uruha moving inside him. Taking in a shuddering breath, he lowered himself again, causing Uruha to moan as the tight heat surrounded his aching length.

A few more experimental pushes of his hips and Reita started establishing a smooth and steady rhythm. Uruha stared at the sweaty body before his eyes with great admiration. To him, Reita was like a piece of art. Something so perfect that shouldn’t even exist. Just watching that gorgeous body on stage as Reita strummed on his bass, every glimpse of naked skin glistening with sweat drops, made it difficult for Uruha to maintain his self control and not fuck the bassist right there in front of thousand screaming fans.

But even better it was watching him now; pleasure ridden all over his features, pleasure that Uruha himself was giving him nonetheless, panting and sweaty, every muscle of his body quivering and veins showing in his arms as he gribbed hard on the back of the couch to keep his balance. Yes, to Uruha Reita was perfect and the fact that he could call him his, made a wicked smirk rise on the guitarist’s face.

“Fuck”, he breathed out as Reita clenched his muscles around him, thrills reaching every cell of his body as Reita continued riding him with fevered motions. Hands tightening their hold on Reita’s hips, Uruha thrusted his hips up, meeting the other’s on their way down, causing Reita to moan out loud at the action.

A cry of pleasure escaping the bassist’s mouth as Uruha thrusted deeper than before, hitting his prostate dead on. Sweat running down his forehead, Reita’s movements became frantic as he was getting closer to his release.

“’ruha~”, a sobbed moan left him when Uruha brushed his sweet spot again, “Please~”

Reaching down, Uruha wrapped his fingers around the bassist’s neglected length, feeling it throb in his hand. Reita trembled as the hand started moving, smearing the precum that was dripping down his member, making it easier for Uruha to stroke him. Speeding up his hand movements, Uruha gave one last hard thrust forward, sending both of them over the edge.

With a loud cry, Reita came on Uruha’s hand and stomach before he slumped against the sweaty body under him. The clenching muscles around him were too much for Uruha and he came too, releasing deep inside the bassist, muffling his own groan to Reita’s neck.

They stayed like that for a while, their harsh breathing the only sound in their apartment as they got down from their high. Finally Reita moved, hissing softly as he lifted himself off his lover, the softened member sliding out of him with ease. Uruha moaned quietly as Reita pressed their lips together, moving them softly over his.

“You coming to bed?” the bassist asked, a gentle smile on his features, forehead resting against his lover’s.

“In a minute”, Uruha answered, giving Reita a quick peck. “As soon as I get my breathing back to normal”.

“You’re getting old”, Reita chuckled, receiving a punch on his arm. “Ouch~!” Lips turned to a pout, he rubbed his abused arm. “Mean grandpa!”

“You're older than me, idiot!” Uruha laughed.

“But I’m forever young”, Reita gave a goofy grin before rolling his eyes, “..unlike some”.

“I’ll show you old!” Uruha jumped up from the couch, taking a hold of the bassist’s waist before lifting him on his shoulder.

“Oi! Let me go, you bastard!” Reita screamed, kicking the air as Uruha started walking towards their bedroom.

“Not until I’ve ravished that sweet ass of yours and taught you some manners”, Uruha chuckled, entering the dark room and closing the door behind them.