Title: Eight easy steps
Chapters 6/8
Author: orkrist
Pairing: RukixKaixReita (mentioned side pairing AoixUruha)
Theme: #20 (lust)
Rating: R for this chapter, PG overall
Genre: drama, smut
Warnings: malexmalexmale affection
Word count: 925
Summary: "How to pretend you're fine and don't need help from anyone"
A/N: I'm really sorry that it took so long to write this, but it's been pretty hectic spring and summer for me - first I graduated and then were the entrance exams, I started working and at the top of all I had an enormous writer's block that will hopefully now get easier. x__x This chapter is really short and shitty and it feels like something's missing, but I really can't find out what it is, so let it be. Perhaps it ends too quickly, but anyway. And sorry for raping italics.
And btw, this chapter is actually also mentioned in the other fic of Precious Illusions series - Tell me.

First step
Second step
Third step
Fourth step
Fifth step

Sixth step – Lust

When bowing down and ghosting his lips over Kai’s cheek Ruki wondered if he had ever seen anything as beautiful as the dark-haired man who was laying on the bed under him with downcast eyes. His field of vision was like a painture where the brunette’s profile was drawn with an exceptionally sensitive and skillful hand: Kai’s features looked even more delicate than usual, his breath was hitched, smooth skin was glowing in an almost divine way in the dimness of the room and his lips were red from kissing, and just like the dark locks, so dark against the whiteness of the sheets, glued to his forehead weren’t already enough to perfect the picture, there were those eyes, those averting, lust-burning but still shameful eyes and dark lashes against the paleness of the drummer’s cheek. Everything in Kai seemed to be in perfect contrast with each others; in the contrast that Ruki sometimes felt like he loved more than anything in their drummer. The man under him was indeed perfect, even with all of his flaws, and Ruki thought that he had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Kai, never wanted as desperately to claim the other man’s lips again and again, worship his body and tell him how fucking beautiful he was and how fucking much they felt for him.

Reita’s lips were on Kai’s skin in the juncture where the graceful neck met the shoulder, and Ruki cupped the dark man’s face as he lifted the fragile chin a bit to kiss Kai again, to feel his lips lingering against his own, affectionately, passionately, almost desperately. The vocalist could feel how unsure Kai was of the situation, of his own body, of himself, and he tried his best to put all of his loving, admiring and needing feelings into their kiss to prove Kai that everything would be fine and there was no reason for him to be ashamed of himself. As they pulled apart Ruki let his knuckles brush gently against the drummer’s cheek as an encouragement and then moved aside to give Reita a chance to finally kiss Kai. He watched as the bassist let his hands trail up and down Kai’s slender body, admiring its every curve, bend and skin’s imperfection, and he smirked because if somebody knew how long and badly Reita had been wanting this, that somebody was Ruki himself. The look in the bassist’s eyes was definetely impressed, somehow relieved, lustful and, above all, purely admiring. Kai was something totally different than they themselves were – so thin that the ribs were visible under the skin, fragile but strong, with long, slim limbs and delicate features. There weren’t Reita’s clear manliness or muscularity or Ruki’s elegant softness; this was what Kai was made of and they had adored it from the first glimpse of skin in the backroom of a tour hall.

Slowly Ruki pressed his body up against Kai’s and buried his nose to dark hair, placing a small kiss on the earshell and whispered four words, smiling and making the drummer close his eyes shivering as the bassist’s fingers travelled up his thigh.

“Promise me to remember.”

Yes, this was something he wanted Kai to remember, something he wanted him to cherish at the moments when he felt worthless and ugly but there probably wasn’t Ruki or Reita to tell him that his self-loathing wasn’t reality; to tell him that this was reality, that everything bad was so far away that it didn’t matter at all and should be forgotten.

Kai refused to look up when they gently caressed and explored his body and tried to make him feel worthy and as gorgeous as he really was, preparing him. The room was silent except occasional gasps or moans and the blondes’ whispers about how magnificent he was, but the silence was filled with unspoken words, tension, desperate need and flushing skin. When Ruki finally entered him slowly, as carefully as he could, and started moving after giving him time to adjust, the drummer wrapped his arms around the blonde’s torso and lifted his gaze hesitatingly, first at Reita and then to Ruki. The look in Kai’s eyes had made the vocalist stop for a brief moment – it was full of pure lust, need and affection, but under those emotions there was hiding something else, something more chaotic and scared and he had to bite his lip before placing a kiss on Kai’s lips, pulling him closer in his arms and keeping on his shallow thrusts. He was even more aware that under him was writhing the most beautiful man that was ever created, with dark, sweaty hair on his forehead, damp, flushed skin and throaty moans that sounded like the most perfect music in Ruki’s and Reita’s ears. Ruki let his lips kiss their way up Kai’s throat to the corner of his mouth before capturing the other’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss as he shifted a bit and thrusted in from a different angle and with more force. Reita’s fingers wrapped around Kai’s erection and stroke, gently but torturingly slowly.

Oh yes, the brunette’s moaning and gasping indeed was the most perfect thing they had ever heard. Ruki could feel how the room became smaller by the hot and damp air, bodies against each others, and the burning flame inside his body started to dance a little wilder. Kai’s nails scratched down his back as he hit the drummer’s prostate, and he found himself wishing that the marks would never fade.

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