Neon lights and loud music, throbbing through the dance floor and their twining bodies. The light and the sound bounced off their glistening skin as they danced, ignoring the eyes that watched them. And there were many of them, both friend and stranger following their moves with hungry eyes. Sakito leaned down to whisper in Uruha’s ear.

“I want him,” he said.

Uruha’s pouty lips curled into a smirk as he looked at the one person not watching them.

“Me too.”

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The first thing Ryuutarou registered when he regained consciousness was that his head was aching. The second was that he had no idea where he was, or how he’d gotten there. This was, he decided, after a short struggle to think through his pounding headache, a bad thing. Dimly, he heard the low murmur of voices nearby, but they stopped when he groaned and tried to sit up and rub his eyes. Tried, but failed when he realized his hands were tied behind his back by some silky material. Trying not to panic, he struggled to open his eyes but that endeavor failed too thanks to the strip of cloth covering his eyes, which felt like it was the same material as the one binding his hands.

And, his now fully awake mind informed him, he was naked. The situation felt somewhat wrong.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” a voice said near his ear before a pair of soft, full lips descended on his, moving slowly against them. Ryuutarou whimpered and tried to pull away.

“Shh, it’s ok,” a second voice said and he felt a presence materialize on his other side. The voices sounded familiar, which was probably a good thing because it meant he hadn’t been abducted by rabid fans. Then again, the knowledge that someone he knew had, for all intents and purposes, kidnapped him wasn’t very reassuring either.

“Umm, I wonder if you could remove this…” he said, tugging against the cloth around his wrists. There was a low chuckle in response.

“You didn’t seem to mind it much last night,” the second voice said, tongue tracing a path down Ryuutarou’s neck. The vocalist’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Last night?” he asked, trying to remember but getting sidetracked when a mouth closed over his nipple, sucking until the nub was hard. Ryuutarou gasped.

“I think he needs a little reminding,” the first voice said and those soft lips covered his again, a tongue snaking out to trace his lips and they moved slowly against each other. Ryuutarou pulled away and the lips, undeterred, attacked his neck instead. He frowned, unconsciously leaning his head to the side so the lips kissing his skin would have better access. They needed to stop distracting him so he could think, think about last night and how he’d managed to land himself in this questionable situation. He remembered someone suggested they all go out for drinks once they’d finished their performances, and how he really hadn’t wanted to go but his band mates had dragged him along anyway. He remembered sitting at their table and hoping them would all pass out or die soon so he could go home and get some well-earned rest; he remembered two obscenely beautiful bodies twining on the dance floor…

The movie theatre of Ryuutarou’s memory put in reel two and pressed play.

He groaned and threw his head back against the pillow, and not because someone had just bitten the inside of his thigh.

“Sakito,” he growled, trying and failing entirely to sound intimidating. The lips on his thigh formed a grin.

“And Uruha,” he said, and received a bite on his neck in affirmation. Ryuutarou sighed.

“I wish you two wouldn’t involve me in your little games,” he said, trying to twist away from Sakito’s questing lips. If he moved just a little higher…

“You didn’t seem to care last night,” a voice he now identified as Uruha’s said nonchalantly.

“That’s because I was probably drunk last night,” Ryuutarou muttered.

“Not really. You only had a few drinks,” Sakito said, lips encircling the vocalist’s half-hard cock. Ryuutarou moaned and gave up on pulling away as Sakito sucked on the head and slowly took in more and more of Ryuutarou’s arousal until he was deep-throating him. He pulled back and took him in the whole way again, sucking and licking obscenely as Ryuutarou gasped and writhed under him and Uruha’s soft laugh filled the room. Sakito pulled back when he was sure Ryuutarou was on the verge of coming and the vocalist could hear him licking his lips.

“Why me?” he groaned, and this time it was more from arousal than frustration.

“Because you weren’t looking,” Sakito said simply, hands moving to the blindfold and making sure to rub his abdomen against Ryuutarou’s cock as he did so. Ryuutarou bit his lip.

“Remind me to stare like everyone else the next time you two decide to dry hump each other in public,” he said, Sakito’s teasing making him snarky. He guitarist laughed and kissed his cheek. He felt Uruha move off the bed and heard the flicking sound of light switches.

“Close your eyes,” Sakito said, and untied the cloth from around Ryuutarou’s eyes. Ryuutarou sighed in relief as he felt one of his restraints leave him, and he felt Uruha rejoining them on the bed and helping him sit up. Someone kissed his eyelids softly.

“You can open them now,” Uruha said, and Ryuutarou cracked an eyelid open. It was dim in the room, the only light coming from a small lamp on the bedside table, but he flinched slightly anyway as the light hit his retinas. Uruha smiled at him and Sakito slipped his arms around his waist from behind, the guitarist’s bare chest pressing against Ryuutarou’s back. He laid his head on Ryuutarou’s shoulder, the soft strands of his hair tickling his skin and smiled up at the vocalist.

“Hi,” he said. Ryuutarou rolled his eyes, noticing that both the guitarists were wearing pants whereas he himself was naked. That fact struck him as somewhat unfair.

“Hi yourself,” he muttered. Uruha laughed and slipped his arms around his waist from the front so that Ryuutarou was, once again, caught between the two men.

“Oh come on, you loved it last night,” he purred into his neck.

“And we can make you love it this morning,” Sakito said, one hand leaving Ryuutarou’s waist to snake into Uruha’s hair. Ryuutarou shook his head, watching them kiss with a small smile on his face.

“Insatiable,” he said softly.

 

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I know you probably wanted smut Iris, but Ryuutarou wouldn't let me *glares at him* Hope you liked it anyway! ^^