[ When Tsumugi steps off the stage, he expects to be enveloped in the warm, loving embrace of his boyfriend. Maybe get a surprise bouquet of flowers thrust into his arms as well, or a kiss he would've gladly melted into. So the fact that Kazunari is nowhere to be seen is a surprise, to say the least.
Which is why, at the first available opportunity, he goes looking for him. Still clad in his costume, and with numerous apologies and "thank you for coming, I'll be back in a moment"s, he breaks away from the rest of the cast and their supporters.
The theater is quite large, though. He's not even sure where to start. So he wanders a bit aimlessly, calling out every so often: ] Kazu-kun?
Eh? [Kazunari hears the call for him as soon as Tsumugi is close enough. It's not that he hadn't expected Tsumugi to go looking for him, but he thought he'd be caught up with the audience a bit more first.
Regardless, he pokes his head out from where he's hiding (which happens to be a prop and storage room) and whispers loud enough for Tsumugi to hear.] Tsumutsumu. Over here!
[He keeps his body hidden behind the door when Tsumugi approaches.] Didja need me for something?
Oh, there you are! [ Tsumugi's quick to make his way over to his boyfriend, curiosity and concern only growing by the moment.
He shakes his head, quick to jump to reassurances. ] I was just wondering where you went. I didn't see you when I got off stage... [ For him to be here, hiding away in a (metaphorical) corner by himself... It doesn't make sense. Why hasn't he knocked him off his feet yet, or smothered him with kisses? What's with the secrecy? ]
[Oh, Kazunari's heart kinda breaks. He usually is there for him, just a step off stage...] Soz soz... I'm fine. I just uh.
[He looks around to make sure they're alone in the hallway and then tugs Tsumugi into the room with him. It's a small room packed with props but the light is on and if Tsumugi looks down he'll be sure to see the tent in Kazunari's pants.
Kazunari presses himself back against the wall.] I just needed to calm down.
[ Oh, he definitely sees it. And though it might be hard to see with the layer of makeup still on his face, he can feel the slight blush spread across his cheeks. ]
... Oh. [ That explains some things.
Tsumugi steps closer, inadvertently trapping him, though makes a point to not touch him quite yet. Because- ] Do you want me to help? [ He won't force himself onto him. Not now, not ever. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't at all interested in "helping" in some way. ]
[The room suddenly gets ten times hotter. Kazunari can feel himself sweat as his eyes dart across Tsumugi's body. Him still being in costume does not help his arousal at all.] If I'm honest, uh. I only got this way after watching Tsumutsumu on stage so...
[He meets Tsumugi's eyes again.] Help would be appreciated.
[ Tsumugi meets his gaze, lips curling up into a smile. ] I'd be happy to. [ It's said so lightly, so casually, like he were offering to carry in a bag of art supplies after a particularly wild and out of control shopping spree.
But if that were really the case, he wouldn't need to peel a glove off with his teeth, or work open the front of Kazunari's pants. And he certainly wouldn't be brushing his fingertips over the length of his dick so delicately. ] You really got this way from watching me...? [ It's not entirely unbelievable, given how intensely Kazunari feels, but still, color him suprised and flattered. ]
[Christ. Christ. Does Tsumugi know how attractive he is?
Rhetorical question. It doesn't matter. He's so unfairly attractive and Kazunari knows that and that's all that matters. His dick twitches even before Tsumugi gets a hand on him. He's that sexy.
Kazunari breathes out shakily.] Mmhmm. You get so into your acting... I can really see how much you love it and that... this isn't the first time this has happened.
[ Tsumugi knows, at the very least, that he can be attractive. That is to say, he can act the part, like he definitely intends to now. But it's nice to be reminded from time to time just how badly Kazunari has it for him in general.
Not to mention- ] How many times has this happened? [ His lips brush against his neck, voice a soft and sweet murmur by his ear. (mostly because he's aware they need to be quieter this time, but also he knows from past experiences that sometimes, that's enough to make him shiver.) ] Is it whenever we're not on stage together?
[That sweet whisper is, indeed, enough to make Kazunari shiver. What Tsumugi is asking and how he's asking is really doing it for him too.]
Hhaa... of course I do. Even back in Veludo, less often, but there were a couple times. [When he eventually experiences Stray Devil Blues for himself, Tsumugi's performance will definitely get him going.
But for now, the current Tsumugi is the one making him arch into his hand and he focuses on that. He'll continue answering every question too, even if he's starting to babble.] And now I can't keep my eyes off you.
[ Later, Tsumugi will reflect on the implications of "even back in Veludo", and wonder what performances specifically got him riled like this. (and maybe he'll end up thinking on that too long, of his boyfriend who wasn't yet his boyfriend touching himself and thinking of him, and wonder how different this might feel were they in the dorms together, doing exactly this. would they have tried hiding in the bathroom? a storage closet? or would they've been bolder and slipped into his own room while tasuku was out playing soccer with the rest of the soccer club, none the wiser?
maybe that'll be the next thing he touches himself to. only time will tell.)
But he, too, is choosing to focus on the present Kazunari. With how nice he's sounding right now, it'd be a shame not to. ] I'm glad. [ His thumb presses against him just so. ] I know you would anyway, but would you keep watching me? I want to know I'm at the front of your mind.
[ He's laying it on thick - dangerously close to slipping into a character, even - but he seems to like it...? ]
[ Oh, this is an incredibly dangerous sight. Tsumugi's well aware how little time they have here - the longer he's away, the more the others will worry, and they may become suspicious - but god. Kazunari's just as attractive.
He takes a breath to steady himself, presses a kiss over the pulse point on his neck, draws back a bit... and then is struck with a thought. They're not close to any restrooms, and there's nothing he can really wipe his hand clean with in here... but he really doesn't want to leave any unfortunate stains on his costume. Not when Taichi and the others worked so hard to make it, and this wasn't even closing night. So there's only really one good option here.
He brings his sticky hand up to his mouth and licks it clean. ] ... How are you feeling, Kazu-kun? [ he uh. he might have a guess, based on what he's doing right now ]
[ It's only then, with that admission, that Tsumugi moves. First leaning in to kiss his cheek (listen, kazunari may have eaten him out but it still feels weird to just kiss him without warning) ] I'm yours.
[ then dropping to his knees before him, intentions made clear by the way he takes hold of his dick and kisses the tip just as softly. ]
... May I? [ He asks, looking up at Kazunari through his long lashes. ]
Edited (when you realize you missed a whole fuckin word a month+ later) 2022-07-21 02:25 (UTC)
Yeah... please. [Never in his life did Kazunari ever expect this to happen. Getting a hand job in the dressing room was already way beyond his expectations. Now Tsumugi's sucking his dick? With a lead up that almost makes him feel like they're still part of a performance, albeit private and intimate? Damn.
Kazunari melts underneath the heat of Tsumugi's mouth. This isn't the first time he's gone down on him, so Tsumugi already knows all his weak spots but, again, this whole situation just amplifies every feeling and every spark of pleasure that jolts through Kazunari's body.
His hips twitch, aching to thrust into Tsumugi's mouth. Even his hands twitch, wanting to thread into his boyfriend's hair, to the point that he has to twist his hands into his own shirt to keep them still.]
[ He understands why Kazunari's holding himself back. It's the same reason that Tsumugi's doing everything in his power to will himself to not get a boner, despite how incredibly sexy his boyfriend sounds right now. He'd love to take the time to drive his boyfriend crazy, fuck him slowly and sensually against the wall, and listen to him babble more about how good he feels, but time is exactly what he's lacking.
So maybe later. For now, who says he can't have a little fun? ]
(I'm glad.) [ He says, crystal clear directly into Kazunari's mind, a contrast to how - ahem - full his mouth is at the moment. ] (I really want you to feel good, Kazu-kun...)
[ He hums around him, as though pondering something. ] (... You can thrust if you'd like. Just be careful, okay?)
[His body responds first: hips twitching again and thrusting his cock just a little deeper as if Tsumugi had loosened his grip on Kazunari's leash. However, upon retracting, he presses himself back against the wall behind him.]
I don't know if I can... I'll get carried away. [He swallows over a knot in his throat, loosening another whine.] Feels good. Feels good, I prommy.
[He's coherent still somehow, but definitely babbling.]
[ Though there's a part of him that's disappointed (?) that he won't. Sure, it makes sense, but also that small tease of a thrust felt nice. The fact that it was reflexive - that he couldn't resist for that fraction of a second - leaves his heart pounding just a tad bit harder in his chest.
Tsumugi swallows as well before scooting closer, really pinning Kazunari between the wall behind him and the warmth of his mouth. He's only got one hand on his hip this time, the other down between his own legs to alleviate some of the building pressure. Though it might be a bit hard to hear the rustle of fabric over the wet, lewd noises as he sucks his dick. ] (Then, how about later? You won't have to hold back if we're at home.)
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Which is why, at the first available opportunity, he goes looking for him. Still clad in his costume, and with numerous apologies and "thank you for coming, I'll be back in a moment"s, he breaks away from the rest of the cast and their supporters.
The theater is quite large, though. He's not even sure where to start. So he wanders a bit aimlessly, calling out every so often: ] Kazu-kun?
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Regardless, he pokes his head out from where he's hiding (which happens to be a prop and storage room) and whispers loud enough for Tsumugi to hear.] Tsumutsumu. Over here!
[He keeps his body hidden behind the door when Tsumugi approaches.] Didja need me for something?
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He shakes his head, quick to jump to reassurances. ] I was just wondering where you went. I didn't see you when I got off stage... [ For him to be here, hiding away in a (metaphorical) corner by himself... It doesn't make sense. Why hasn't he knocked him off his feet yet, or smothered him with kisses? What's with the secrecy? ]
Is... everything alright?
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[He looks around to make sure they're alone in the hallway and then tugs Tsumugi into the room with him. It's a small room packed with props but the light is on and if Tsumugi looks down he'll be sure to see the tent in Kazunari's pants.
Kazunari presses himself back against the wall.] I just needed to calm down.
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... Oh. [ That explains some things.
Tsumugi steps closer, inadvertently trapping him, though makes a point to not touch him quite yet. Because- ] Do you want me to help? [ He won't force himself onto him. Not now, not ever. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't at all interested in "helping" in some way. ]
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[He meets Tsumugi's eyes again.] Help would be appreciated.
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But if that were really the case, he wouldn't need to peel a glove off with his teeth, or work open the front of Kazunari's pants. And he certainly wouldn't be brushing his fingertips over the length of his dick so delicately. ] You really got this way from watching me...? [ It's not entirely unbelievable, given how intensely Kazunari feels, but still, color him suprised and flattered. ]
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Rhetorical question. It doesn't matter. He's so unfairly attractive and Kazunari knows that and that's all that matters. His dick twitches even before Tsumugi gets a hand on him. He's that sexy.
Kazunari breathes out shakily.] Mmhmm. You get so into your acting... I can really see how much you love it and that... this isn't the first time this has happened.
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Not to mention- ] How many times has this happened? [ His lips brush against his neck, voice a soft and sweet murmur by his ear. (mostly because he's aware they need to be quieter this time, but also he knows from past experiences that sometimes, that's enough to make him shiver.) ] Is it whenever we're not on stage together?
Do you watch me that closely, Kazu-kun?
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Hhaa... of course I do. Even back in Veludo, less often, but there were a couple times. [When he eventually experiences Stray Devil Blues for himself, Tsumugi's performance will definitely get him going.
But for now, the current Tsumugi is the one making him arch into his hand and he focuses on that. He'll continue answering every question too, even if he's starting to babble.] And now I can't keep my eyes off you.
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maybe that'll be the next thing he touches himself to. only time will tell.)
But he, too, is choosing to focus on the present Kazunari. With how nice he's sounding right now, it'd be a shame not to. ] I'm glad. [ His thumb presses against him just so. ] I know you would anyway, but would you keep watching me? I want to know I'm at the front of your mind.
[ He's laying it on thick - dangerously close to slipping into a character, even - but he seems to like it...? ]
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I will. Always, I promise. I want to always -
[His twitches and jolts are becoming uncontrollable now. They pulse through his body as Tsumugi works him to the end.] Auuh, Tsumugi --
[With a final arch of his hips, he's coming hot and sticky into Tsumugi's hand.]
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He takes a breath to steady himself, presses a kiss over the pulse point on his neck, draws back a bit... and then is struck with a thought. They're not close to any restrooms, and there's nothing he can really wipe his hand clean with in here... but he really doesn't want to leave any unfortunate stains on his costume. Not when Taichi and the others worked so hard to make it, and this wasn't even closing night. So there's only really one good option here.
He brings his sticky hand up to his mouth and licks it clean. ] ... How are you feeling, Kazu-kun? [ he uh. he might have a guess, based on what he's doing right now ]
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Kazunari's eyes are near the size of dinner plates, watching every deliberate swipe of Tsumugi's tongue licking up his spend.]
Wh- uh?
[He just came but he can definitely feel blood rushing back to his dick.]
Yeah.
[??????]
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His eyes are very obviously focused down toward his dick when he asks ] Um. Will you be okay? [ how close is he to another boner...... ]
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Y-yeah! [His dick twitches in protest.] I might hang back a wee bit longer but I'm just peachy! You should head back though, shouldn't you?
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But, do you want me to stay?
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I want to monopolize you after every performance.
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[ then dropping to his knees before him, intentions made clear by the way he takes hold of his dick and kisses the tip just as softly. ]
... May I? [ He asks, looking up at Kazunari through his long lashes. ]
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Kazunari melts underneath the heat of Tsumugi's mouth. This isn't the first time he's gone down on him, so Tsumugi already knows all his weak spots but, again, this whole situation just amplifies every feeling and every spark of pleasure that jolts through Kazunari's body.
His hips twitch, aching to thrust into Tsumugi's mouth. Even his hands twitch, wanting to thread into his boyfriend's hair, to the point that he has to twist his hands into his own shirt to keep them still.]
Mmgh-... Tsumutsumu... s'good. S'so good.
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So maybe later. For now, who says he can't have a little fun? ]
(I'm glad.) [ He says, crystal clear directly into Kazunari's mind, a contrast to how - ahem - full his mouth is at the moment. ] (I really want you to feel good, Kazu-kun...)
[ He hums around him, as though pondering something. ] (... You can thrust if you'd like. Just be careful, okay?)
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I don't know if I can... I'll get carried away. [He swallows over a knot in his throat, loosening another whine.] Feels good. Feels good, I prommy.
[He's coherent still somehow, but definitely babbling.]
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[ Though there's a part of him that's disappointed (?) that he won't. Sure, it makes sense, but also that small tease of a thrust felt nice. The fact that it was reflexive - that he couldn't resist for that fraction of a second - leaves his heart pounding just a tad bit harder in his chest.
Tsumugi swallows as well before scooting closer, really pinning Kazunari between the wall behind him and the warmth of his mouth. He's only got one hand on his hip this time, the other down between his own legs to alleviate some of the building pressure. Though it might be a bit hard to hear the rustle of fabric over the wet, lewd noises as he sucks his dick. ] (Then, how about later? You won't have to hold back if we're at home.)