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It was never abnormal for Kyo to work himself up on stage, and practically everyone knew that.
But god, something about tonight specifically… he wasn’t sure what had even gotten into him. Ever since he woke up that morning, he’d been fighting through a lingering horniness all day- no time to slip off and jerk off or anything like that between the rush of that night’s live’s preparation. It was his birthday after all, and maybe that was his gift for turning another year older. Pent up sexual torture.
But once he was on stage, in front of an audience, it was like he couldn’t even help himself. By now, after so many years of his on-stage shenanigans, he’d practically conditioned his brain to associate performing with arousal whether that was for better or worse. He thrived off the eyes on him as he felt himself up, lifting his skirt up, wanting to put on a show of himself. Watching as he dropped low, legs spread wide in his short skirt and riding the air- or as he palmed himself through the fabric, willing himself not to get too hard.
Now, it was after the show- everyone removing their makeup, their stage outfits, getting ready to go, and he couldn’t take it anymore. As his bandmates continued to prepare to leave around him, all he could do was stare at himself in the vanity mirror he sat in front of, his leg anxiously bouncing. He hadn’t even bothered to take his makeup off yet, or even his extensions. Really, in the past few minutes he’d accomplished nothing in terms of getting un-ready. But that was okay, because he didn’t particularly want to.
Kyo couldn’t say he was often confident in his appearance, his makeup skills, or in really anything he did. But right now- he knew he was far gone, because something about the way he looked tonight made him feel even more insatiable. His big painted eyes, his red lips, his long braids- all of it. The way his cropped shirt showed off the tattooed skin of his stomach, or the way he felt his too-tight skirt hug snug around his waist. He didn’t want to take his makeup off, or get undressed, when he still felt this good. No, selfishly, he wanted the other members to hurry up and leave so he could finally be alone. The cute girl he saw stare back at him in the mirror, he wanted her to be taken apart- to be devoured. He was hoping that someone could help him with that…
He felt a hand rest gently on his shoulder. “Are you alright, Kyo?”
Ah. There.
Without turning his head, Kyo looked up to meet his eyes with Yuchi’s through the vanity mirror, sharing a look- and he just knew that Yuchi could read his mind in that moment. Yuchi always knew what he wanted.
When they had first started working together, the younger was bubbly, yet shy. Kyo always thought Yuchi was cute, that he seemed to radiate a sense of innocence and youthfulness, in a way. Someone he thought he could easily dominate- but he was wrong. It had taken quite some time from when they had first met to hooking up for the first time- about ten years, actually. A decade of constantly dancing around each other, flirting, glancing, yet never acting- but it had been well worth the wait when it had finally happened, an act of post-live fumbling desperation. Kyo had been a fool to think he could take over that doe-eyed bassist he’d met all that time ago- and he was so glad to have been. Sure, it did seem enticing, bending the other over and just taking, but ultimately, that was too predictable, wasn’t it? The way Yuchi dominates Kyo- that’s what’s truly enticing. Exhilarating. Kyo could never get enough of it. Especially in moments such as these. In these moments, they have a method.
“Happy birthday again, Kyo!”
His thought process was interrupted by the sound of Takumi’s voice. Looking behind him, he nodded politely as he watched the others leave, thanking them quietly. He felt bad for being so unsociable, but he just couldn’t think straight.
“Bye everyone! Great live tonight, seriously,” Yuchi smiled as he followed them towards the door, as if his interaction with Kyo hadn’t happened at all. Kyo thought about that- behind Yuchi’s bubbly and kind demeanor, nobody would guess what was about to occur in the very room they just left.
But he knew.
Once he heard the final click of the dressing room door closing behind everyone and being locked by Yuchi, it was like a switch had gone off in Kyo’s brain, and suddenly he felt so uncomfortably worked up that he could feel himself tearing up, his face flush with a slight sheen of sweat. Hearing the echoing taps of Yuchi’s heels as the man walked back towards him, he tightened the grip he had his own bare thigh tight as he struggled to keep it together in anticipation of what was finally to come. He was so fucking hard he could barely believe it.
“Look at you,” he heard the other say from behind him, walking closer. “You look a mess.”
Kyo exhaled shakily as he felt Yuchi’s hand gently run over his long braided extensions. From where they were securely connected to his real hair, he could feel just the slightest tug. It drove him mad. He wanted to scream, wanted to beg Yuchi to fuck him, wanted to cum as soon as possible- but this was the arrangement they had for nights like this, and he wouldn’t open his mouth, or even move his body, without direct permission to do so. It was torture and he basked in it.
“So pretty regardless, though,” Yuchi sighed as he continued to softly stroke the braids. “Even though you’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
Kyo bit his lip.
“It’s okay, you can answer me.”
“Yes, I’m a dirty girl,” he whispered shakily.
“And desperate?” Yuchi asked.
“Yes,” Kyo whined, rocking a bit in his seat. “I’m so desperate- want it so bad.”
Yuchi chuckled a bit, tugging a braid lightly. “I know you are. Stay on the stool and get on your knees. I want you bent over for me, okay?”
Kyo didn’t need to be told twice, practically shaking in excitement that finally he was going to be taken care of. He loved the way Yuchi bossed him around, so soft spoken, so cute and feminine in his short flouncy skirt and bustier, and yet dominating nonetheless. He loved being told what to do, and in that moment he’d do just about anything for the other. He wanted to be belittled, and he wanted to be humiliated. He’d love to be pushed around and manhandled, too, if that’s what Yuchi wanted to do with him. He just loved being used.
The air was cool against the back of his thighs, exposed and on display underneath his short skirt. He was shaky with his chest pressed against the surface of the vanity desk, but the stool he sat on was stable in holding his weight in the awkward position. Impatient, he wiggled his hips a bit, trying to egg on the other into doing something- anything.
“So cute,” Yuchi said as he reached to feel up Kyo’s backside, hands running over the warm skin before swiftly pulling his underwear down to his knees and giving his ass a quick smack. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you suffer too much this time. Today’s special after all, isn’t it? Do you deserve to get fucked on your birthday?”
Kyo whimpered, squeezing his thighs together in a desperate search for friction as Yuchi’s words shot a wave of arousal through him. Yes, he thought. He wanted it so fucking bad. “Only if you think I do,” he replied quietly.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” Kyo shuddered as he felt Yuchi’s fingers wander from the cheeks of his ass to down his crack, stopping to circle lightly around his hole. Lingering, simply teasing, and not proding any further without proper preparation. “After your little show tonight, I’d expect you to want it a bit more than that.”
“No- I do- I…god-” It was so hard for him to think straight while Yuchi played with his entrance, so close and yet so far from giving him what he needed. He felt like he was going insane. “I want you.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
“Please,” Kyo cried out, his exposed cock throbbing where it hung between his legs. “God, please touch me, Yuchi- fuck-”
His desperate begging was cut off with a short gasp as he felt Yuchi’s flat tongue suddenly lick broadly over his hole, giving him no time to think before delving in further and eating him out in earnest. His whole body tensed and jerked at the sensation, so overwhelmed after such desires being denied for hours. He gripped harshly onto the edges of the vanity counter, muscles flexed and tensed as his small body involuntarily jerked at the sensation. His painted lips stayed agape as soft, girlish moans escaped them.
“Ah-!” he cried out as Yuchi’s tongue swirled expertly around his rim, brows furrowed and lip bitten as the other dipped the tip of his tongue inside, gently fucking him with wet flicks. Much to Kyo’s dismay, though, Yuchi paused all too soon to take a moment to detach himself and speak.
“I love the sounds you make, so pretty- are you feeling good?”
“Uh huh,” Kyo whined, too overwhelmed to say much else, as all he could focus on was the sudden loss he was being forced to endure. He swallowed, needily pushing his hips back, “Please don’t stop”
“You’re always so bossy,” was the response Yuchi gave him. “But you want more than this, don’t you? Don’t you want my cock in you?”
Kyo whimpered, thinking how badly he wanted Yuchi inside of him as soon as humanly possible. He wanted his ass to be fucked. He wanted to be desired, to be claimed. To be destroyed. He sniffled. “Anything you’ll give me- I want it- anything-”
“Anything?” Yuchi prodded, fingers teasing at Kyo’s wet entrance yet again.
“Want- ah- want you to fill me. Want to be full…” He was hazy as he felt Yuchi reach over him towards the counter, digging through the makeup bag that sat there until he found the small bottle of lube Kyo always kept inside. He heard the sound of the cap opening, and felt his body heat up from the anticipation of what would happen next.
In his cloudiness, he looked back up into the mirror in front of him yet again. This time, he was met with a girl much less composed, much less proper. She looked desperate and debauched, sweaty and flushed, waiting so impatiently to be taken with her legs spread. He could feel the wetness of his own precum drip from the tip of his neglected cock, and bit his lip harder as he let out another weeping moan at the sight of himself. Without much thought, he put on a bit of a higher, more feminine voice, and he begged.
“Please, please give it to me. I’m so wet- want you to fuck me, Yuchi, please-! Wanna be a good girl- for you- fuck-!”
The loud moan that left him is what cut off his pathetic pleading once Yuchi finally got his mouth back on him. One hand gripping the thickness of his thigh, holding his squirming body still while the other dragged slicked fingers alongside his working tongue, one slipping inside with ease. Yuchi ate him out deep, delving in and out of him as Kyo pushed back for more, feeling the other lick along his perineum, down to his balls- yet never going further.
Yuchi pulled his face back for good as he easily entered a second finger inside of Kyo, stretching and filling him so well. Incredible the way Yuchi always knew just how to pleasure him, Kyo thought. Always knew exactly where to reach inside of him to make him scream, and it made his heart pound in admiration and sheer arousal at that fact. Through his own heavy panting, he heard the other speak.
“You know I saw the way you behaved during tonight’s live, don’t you?” He began, curling his fingers so deliciously, making Kyo squirm and writhe. “You’re always such a slut, but you must have been particularly worked up today, weren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Kyo cried. “So- So horny-“
He gasped as Yuchi slid a third finger inside of him, stretching him amplely. He didn’t stop the movement of his hand for a second, angling his fingers to curl into Kyo’s prostate over and over again, abusing it. He keened and cried out, wanting so badly for Yuchi to reach around him and take hold of his cock, jerk him to completion while finger-fucking him open, maybe fitting another finger inside- or fuck, his whole fucking fist- but Kyo knew that the other wouldn’t be letting him cum. Not yet.
Through his suffering, Yuchi continued to speak to him, voice taunting.
“Grinding along your mic stand like that, riding the air- you looked just like you were riding cock. That’s what you want, isn’t it? A hard cock filling you up?”
“Yes-! I need it-“ he choked. “‘s All I’m good for- need to be used- uhn-!”
His fingers ground into the nerves inside of him, deeper.
“You want it that bad? So desperate to be fucked you have to touch yourself on stage? In front of everyone? You’re such a bad girl, Kyo.”
“Fuck-! I- I know. So bad- I’m so bad-” His face flushed, tears in his eyes- he knew he was babbling nonsense, far too gone to form proper thoughts or responses. But he knew that’s how Yuchi liked him, so he pushed his embarrassment aside, for him. “I’m sorry,” he wavered.
“Yeah? For what?”
For what? God, for anything and everything.
“For being- unh- a whore for the attention- for loving it,” he gasped out.
“You do, don’t you? Love showing yourself off, you little exhibitionist,” Yuchi laughed a bit breathlessly. “But you’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Uhn- Fuck- yes-“
Despite being left untouched, unsatisfied, he still felt desperately close to his end, feeling himself shake as orgasm rapidly approached him- but one last coil of Yuchi’s fingers, and suddenly they were gone- Kyo’s used hole left empty and pulsing around nothing. He sobbed pathetically at the loss, fucking himself back into the air, feeling deliciously humiliated and disgusted by his own eagarness to be fucked as Yuchi just stood and watched.
“Fuck, Kyo, Look at yourself,” he heard the other say behind him, reaching to grab his ass, playing with it. “You were close, weren’t you? I bet you want me to touch you, right?”
A single tear fell down from Kyo’s cheek to the counter, the pain of his neglected arousal raging between his thighs. It hurt so wonderfully. “Yes!”
Yuchi kept talking as he felt Kyo up. “Do you think you deserve to cum?”
It didn't matter what he thought he deserved, Kyo thought. He was completely at Yuchi's mercy. All he could do was hope he was good enough for him, and beg like the whore he was.
“Please!” He begged. “Please let me! I’ll be good- I’ll be good for you, I swear, fuck- just- please-!”
“Shh- It’s okay,” he leaned over him, speaking gently against his ear. “You’ll get it, don’t worry. You’re so noisy… what if someone hears you?”
Yuchi gently kissed the top of his head before leaning back again. Although Kyo couldn’t quite see in his position, not even in the mirror, he presumed that the other was situating himself, pulling down his patterned tights and lifting up the tulle of his skirt as he revealed his own straining cock. The mental image of them both made him blush. He imagined what they must look like to someone else. He wondered, how would a bandmate feel if they accidentally walked in on a scene like this? He wasn’t sure if any of the other sukekiyo members had picked up on his and Yuchi’s relationship, and couldn’t imagine this being how they found out. Or a staff member- what would they think, seeing two men dressed and made up in a position like this? Would they be disgusted, or horrified? Would they be turned on?
He exhaled shakily. Would they think he looked like a woman?
He felt Yuchi reposition himself behind him, hearing the lube cap yet again and feeling the coolness of the liquid reapplied against his awaiting entrance. His heart pounding as felt the other hold onto his hips with one hand, and pictured him holding his cock with the other, ready to give it to him. How powerful Yuchi must look, all long legs and hard dick exposed beyond his feminine demeanor and outfit. He bit his lip and whined.
He knew he shouldn’t speak without being spoken to. He had already been so misbehaved, after all. But he couldn’t help it. For the first time that night, he turned his head back to meet his glassy eyes with Yuchi’s outside of their reflections. Before he entered him, he just had to know…
“Do you… do you think I’m pretty?”
He watched as Yuchi’s concentration faltered, disrupted by the sudden question. Regardless, his face softened, and Kyo felt his hand reach over to gently pet the top of his head, running his palm over the short bleached hair.
“So pretty, Kyo,” he reassured, dragging his hand down the side of his face, cupping his chin to turn his head gingerly to face the vanity yet again. Kyo stared at the reflection before him as Yuchi’s soft words carried on. “You’re just so beautiful- I want you to look at yourself as I fuck you, okay? Can you do that for me?”
Kyo blushed and nodded at the instruction, bracing himself. He felt Yuchi’s hands grip his hips and position himself against his gaping entrance. A choked off gasp omitted from him as he felt him finally bury his length inside, the beginning stretch so good, he was honestly afraid that he’d cum right then and there with how worked up he already was. His eyes screwed shut as he panted, focusing all his concentration on keeping it together. No, he thought. Not yet. He had to be good for Yuchi.
”Fuck, Kyo- you feel so good,” the other spoke, slowly spearing into his tight passage. “So tight for me,” he sighed, fully engulfed. “Maybe we should’ve plugged you this morning, hm?”
Kyo whimpered weakly at the thought.
“Are you alright? Feeling good?”
“Yeah, fuck-“ Kyo replied shakily. “I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” he admitted.
“Ah, is that so? So soon?”
He didn’t give Kyo the chance to respond before pulling his length out, almost fully, before thrusting right back in deep to the hilt of his cock, keeping a steady pace as he began to fuck in and out of him.
He ushered Kyo’s head back up from the desk which it laid in encouragement to keep focus on the mirror. Kyo gulped at the sight of their reflection, watching in awe as short, squeaking moans fell from his parted pink lips. His makeup was long smudged at the corners of his eyes, a faint blue streak of a tear down his cheek from earlier. The natural redness of his flushed face mixed with the blush he had applied hours prior. He felt confident- happy, even, as he watched that desperate, crying girl- himself- finally be taken. In that moment, he thought, maybe he really did deserve it after all.
And Yuchi… well, Kyo couldn’t get the best angle to see him, but god he could feel him- feel him pound into him from behind, through all his senses, taking over him completely. The slight pain stinging from the strong grip the other held onto the cheeks of his ass, surely to leave bruises behind later. The wet sound of his balls slapping against his taint filling the room, along with his soft, honestly cute little grunts. Though, Kyo supposed, most of Yuchi was cute. He loved how someone as demure as Yuchi could break him.
“Look at you, so pretty…” He crouched over Kyo to grab a long braid, pulling it just enough for it to be felt without enough force to rip it out. Kyo choked out another gasp at the slight pain from the tug. “All this hair… you look so beautiful with it.”
The angle of Yuchi’s thrusts changed ever so slightly at the position change, hitting right where they needed to and sending jolts of pleasure all throughout Kyo’s body. His mouth fell lax, holding the shape of an “O” as purposefully gathered drool fell from his bottom lip onto the counter.
“And look at your makeup,” he continued. “You’re so talented, so stunning. I love seeing what you can do,” Reaching over, he wiped the wetness of tears and spit from Kyo’s face, properly smudging the shimmer and color upon it. “Love seeing how I can ruin it.”
“Fuck me- k-keep fucking me-” Kyo choked out, voice high pitched and whiny. “Fuck my pussy.”
By now, Yuchi had been fucking Kyo long enough to not falter at his particular fantasies. Instead, he just grunted breathily, and took the braid and wrapped it around Kyo’s neck before tugging more, certainly not being able to apply any real pressure against his jugular, but just the implication of choking enough to throw him over the edge.
“Hngh- Y-Yuchi, I’m--“
“Are you close, baby girl? Do you need to cum?”
“Yes!” Kyo sobbed. “Yes!”
“Yeah? Do you need your clit played with?” Yuchi asked tauntingly, and all Kyo could do was shakily nod along, body tensing. It was all he wanted.
“Please.”
Yuchi reached to take hold of him, cock heavy and
weeping in his grasp, and as much as he wanted to bask in the sensation of fucking finally being touched, It only took a few hastily short strokes for his orgasm to hit him, full force and hard- his release spurting out in thick ropes onto the floor as he watched the girl in the mirror come undone.
It was so extraordinary overwhelming, the way he felt his full body convulse and tighten as Yuchi continued to pound into him, fucking him through it, milking the last drops of cum out of him as he bleated out overstimulated whimpers.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect- so pretty, Kyo… fuck-“
Kyo’s knuckles were white from the grip he held onto the edge of the vanity counter, and Yuchi’s pace became rapid, uncalculated and desperate, before he pulled out suddenly, cumming across Kyo’s open asshole with an adorably high pitched and girlish cry.
Within the silence of the room echoed the sounds of their conjoined heavy breathing as they took a minute to collect themselves. Kyo’s head resting bonelessly in his arms on the vanity, and Yuchi crouching silently over him, mindlessly rubbing his hand along the side of his thigh, drawing along the shapes of his tattoos. He squirmed at the feeling of cooling cum between his cheeks. He felt at peace.
A few more moments passed before Yuchi’s careful voice broke through the stillness.
“Are you alright?”
Kyo blinked, then smiled as he turned his body around to face Yuchi, shakily pulling his underwear back up and lowering himself to sit on top of his leg on the stool. “Yeah,” He replied tiredly. He chuckled a bit as he wiped the sweat from his bangs with the back of his hand. “Fuck, I needed that so bad.”
Yuchi grinned back at him as he started to resituate himself. “I’m glad- what got into you?”
“Nothing but you, unfortunately,” Kyo joked, looking around to find something to clean the floor with. He settled on a makeup wipe. “I don’t know, y’know how I get. I guess my libido remains unaffected at my old age.”
“You aren’t old,” Yuchi said almost automatically as Kyo squatted down to clean the floor, his knees popping.
“Eh, say that to my younger self. I think for a long while, forty seemed unfathomable- let alone forty nine.” He bit his tongue before saying anything else. Really, every new decade he reached was a surprise to him- 20’s, 30’s, 40’s- but Yuchi didn’t need to know that, and a morbid post-coital spiral may be a bit of a mood killer anyway.
“That makes me a bit sad,” Yuchi said. Ah, so much for not killing the mood.
“No, don’t be,” Kyo replied as he looked back up at him. “Seriously, don’t. It’s weird, it’s surreal, but… it’s better now. I’m better now, I think.”
“I don’t mind aging, and I guess it’s subjective, but I’m fine being ‘old’- or older, or whatever. I think back to my younger self, and all I can remember is repression and pain and uncertainty- but now…” He paused and looked towards the mirror, and what it reflected. Happiness. Togetherness. Femininity. “Now, I have this. I’m not perfect, and I’m not always okay. I don’t always like myself, but at the very least I’m truer to myself now than I ever could imagine being back then....”
He trailed off, suddenly feeling a bit awkward, like he’d rambled a bit too much- got a bit too sappy, especially considering he was currently cleaning his own cum off the floor. He cleared his throat and stood up, brushing imaginary dust off the crumpled pleats of his skirt. “Uh. I guess. I dunno.”
“I… wow,” Yuchi spoke. “I guess I never really thought that hard about it.You’re so insightful.”
Kyo hummed in response as he began to gather his makeup into its bag. He didn’t mean to say anything profound- was Yuchi just easily moved by whatever he had to say? “Hm. I guess you’ll understand when you’re older.”
”I’m forty one years old.”
Kyo looked up and met his eye’s with Yuchi’s. Yuchi, and his cute little braids, and his vibrant makeup, his sparkling face gems, his heart-shaped lips- it was hard to believe someone so adorably beautiful was just inside of him just minutes ago. Kyo felt himself heat up at the thought.
“Interesting. Had no idea,” he jested, making Yuchi roll his eyes and smile.
“Anyway, wipe your face and get changed so we can go back to my place,” he said hypocritically, given he had made no steps to get unready himself.
“I’m not done with you.”