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It has been difficult. Loving Kyo in silence, that is.
Watching him over time; the evolution of his mind, his musical development, the small wrinkles that appear between his eyebrows when he's upset, and the dark circles under his eyes after spending sleepless nights due to long trips and hectic schedules.
The constant improvement of his voice, his curious, childlike gaze, the boisterous, confident laughter, the dangerous phrases he suddenly says when he doesn't mind getting into trouble. The care he takes when he’s painting his nails a bold color, the affection he shows his subordinates, the almost paternal protection he gives to his colleagues and friends.
It's been difficult keeping all these feelings a secret: the longing for his body, the need to take care of him, the desire to kiss him after every concert and show the world what a wonderful human being he is, and who his heart belongs to.
Sometimes, the love you have for him is so immense that you just want to cry, laugh, die, and reborn all at the same time. To explode with hugs and kisses on his compact, delicate, and masculine body. To trace each line of ink with your tongue until he sighs in frustration at having you on top of him caressing his body like that.
“What are you doing here?” he says, approaching you with his soft voice and surprised expression, almost difficult to notice because of the makeup covering his features, but his pouting lips show his curiosity.
You smile, reaching out to him, offering him the small bouquet of white flowers he loves to receive from you. “Can’t i visit?”
Although the white color on his skin prevents you from seeing him clearly, you know there's a blush on his cheekbones. Takumi stares at you from a distance, and Yuchi smiles at the sight. Mika and utA decide to ignore you both to avoid an awkward moment.
The room is full of warm lights, pink colors, and dancers with covered faces and mysterious clothing. The Valentina music video on the making.
Kyo, keeping his shy gaze on you, hugs the bouquet. You don't kiss in front of others. "Of course you can, Totchi; just thought you'd be busy."
He smells the soft scent of his favorite flowers, and a little smile appears on his colored lips. His eyes are slightly irritated from the contact lenses, and you remember they've been filming for hours for the last three days.
Still, Kyo looks radiant and gorgeous.
“I decided to surprise you today,” you explain, making eye contact with him. He responds by running his tongue along his lower lip and smiling shyly, now showing a bit of the row of teeth that have marked your neck before.
The video director announces that filming is over for the day, so Kyo bows a thousand times around him toward the others and, still holding the bouquet, glances at you briefly, a sign to follow him to his dressing room.
You say goodbye to the other sukekiyo members, who look at you knowingly, while Kyo keeps his gaze on the floor, the heels of his pink tabi boots clicking throughout the hallway and the tulle dress bouncing with each step.
A gloved hand opens the door to the room where Kyo keeps his things; only the dim lights on the vanity are on, giving the place a mysterious atmosphere. You carefully close the door, watching as he heads to the mirror to remove the contact lenses that have been bothering him so much.
You slowly approach him and hug his waist from behind.
“You look like a doll,” a couple of kisses on the back of his neck, and you whisper in his ear “my beautiful princess”
You know the effect those words have on him; how, from the inside, he begins to melt at the sound of your deep voice every time you speak to him like that, so affectionate and commanding. Because Kyo, behind the scenes, is someone completely different: gentle, and completely yours.
He simply continues removing the makeup while leaning his back against your chest, both of you staring at each other distractedly as you leave small kisses on the exposed skin of his neck.
“It’s like a wedding dress, right?” he says, his voice deep, timid but firm. As the small towel removes the remnants of white foundation, you watch carefully as his lips remain the same champagne color, Kyo avoiding ruining the lipstick he’d so carefully applied.
“Mhh, you look handsome in it.”
The ring adorning his ring finger, courtesy of DIRT, collides with your own Madara Ningen one when Kyo places his left hand over yours on his torso. He also doesn't remove the light layer of mascara adorning his eyelashes.
“Were you there for the whole recording?”
“In the shadows, of course. I really like watching you dance.”
“Did I look cute?”
Of course, Kyo loves compliments and praises from you. Instinctively, your hips press against the back of his dress, and you show him the reaction his mere existence has on you.
A small gasp of surprise, and then you see his lips part to let out a barely audible moan. Your hands squeeze his waist, slightly exposed by the shape of his costume, and your mouth trails kisses from his shoulder to his ear, surrounded by the tulle and the fake braids on his head.
“So precious…”
Kyo's body instantly turns, and his lips crash into yours in a desperate kiss. His hands squeeze your pecs, then trail down to the bulge in your jeans. He caresses the surface, then presses his hand against the fabric, rubbing his fingers where he feels the tip of your penis beneath your clothes. You already feel wet and hot, though this is only the beginning.
“I want…” you try to speak, as he bites your lips and sucks on them. “I want to fuck you in that dress.” Your hands squeeze his ass, which is prominent even under all the fabric. Kyo nods frantically.
Still kissing, the two of you make your way to the couch the singer uses for secret naps, and you fall down, welcoming Kyo onto your lap as you both begin to grind against each other. Your hands slip under his dress to caress the muscles of his legs, and you make him tremble.
His fingers tangle in your hair; you can feel the moans in his throat through your mouth, savoring his weakness for caressing those black locks he loves to manipulate his way. You feel yourself getting harder with his movements on you, and while he sucks on your tongue, your hands caress his buttocks over his shorts. A disappointment and a relief at the same time: no one can see more of that body, only you.
One of his hands desperately tries to open the fly of your jeans, but you stop him.
Pulling away from your mouth, he looks at you confused and annoyed by the interruption.
“I want to make you feel good,” you say, gasping for air because of the wet kisses. “Will you be good for me?”
Kyo shudders at the sound of your voice, and you can't resist the darkness of his dilated pupils, or the sight of his lips wet with the mixture of your saliva. He simply whispers a "Yes, yes," and you change positions, with Kyo now resting his back against the backrest as he watches you kneel on the floor and gently spread his legs.
This is when your control disappears. Having Kyo completely at your mercy is your weakness, and what makes your ego invincible; Kyo, who is serious and distrustful most of the time with others, turns into a mess every time you touch him, every time he receives a kiss from you, every time you whisper in his ear how precious he looks crying with pleasure beneath you.
Your lips caress the tattooed skin on the inside of his thighs, while your fingers work to pull down the underwear covering the only area you want to pay attention to until he trembles.
Kyo looks at you intently, breathing slowly, his lips parted. Your gazes lock as the garments slide down his legs, clumsily passing over the tabi boots he loves to wear.
Finally, with Kyo's erect member out, his balls swollen, and his entrance presenting itself to you, you get down to business and hide under his skirt. You begin with kisses on the soft skin of his calves, tasting the taste of sweat combined with the almond body fragrance he loves to use after shower; your teeth sink into Axis and Loop, while your tongue gently runs over the marks you leave along the way.
The tip of his penis, dripping with the need to be touched, trembles slightly at the feel of your breath. You place a kiss on it, and your hands cup his hamstrings to place his legs over your shoulders.
You can't see his face, but the spasms in his body and the small moans tell you he's enjoying the warmth your mouth is providing; you suck quickly, running the tip of your tongue over his sac and squeezing his shaft as you take your time sucking away the precum that keeps oozing out.
You both try to keep the noise to a minimum; thankfully, you've only been caught kissing by a couple of the sukekiyo members in the past, though silently fucking inside the showers in Dir's locker room hasn't gone unnoticed either. Die is crazy enough to congratulate you on something like that behind the curtains and convince Shinya and Kaoru to take a shower after a couple of drinks to give you both time.
Still, despite all the caution, the adrenaline rush of fucking Kyo in his dressing room, when there are so many people outside, is something that makes you feel even hotter. The urge to have Kyo scream your name so everyone can hear who he belongs to is too tempting.
“Toshiya-ah” Kyo trembles when he feels your kisses descending; his legs open slightly, and his body is now almost completely lying flat on the small space of the couch. His hand takes one of yours under his dress and quickly brings it to his mouth so he can suck on your fingers.
Your free hand stretches one of his legs to gain more access to him. Your fingers are wet with his saliva as he moans around them when he feels your tongue on his entrance, throbbing and waiting. You smile at his reaction.
Because Kyo loves it when you eat him out like that; his body becomes a mess, and his throat aches from begging for more. This time, he can't be as loud as you both like, so he just sucks three of your fingers like they're the cock he loves to choke on until he cries.
His skin feels soft when you bite around it, and the warmth of his core greets you every time you put the tip inside him. His cock twitches with every small thrust your tongue makes, and every long lick makes him moan in pleasure.
Your face moves away from his body so you can look at him; even with your fingers inside his mouth, his face is an almost obscene work of art. The top of his dress is untucked, and his nipples are irritated, a sign that his glove covered hands have been stimulating them.
Kyo removes your hand from his face and holds your cheeks tightly, kissing you wetly and messily. Your tongues tangle as he lowers his legs so he can press your torso against his body.
“Please, put them inside,” he whispers against your lips, stained by the lipstick that, until a few minutes ago, had remained intact and perfect on him. The pleading tone he uses sends shivers down your spine, and you can’t help but give him what he wants. It’s always like this.
You leave a soft peck on his full lips and move down to bite his neck as your fingers work their way to press against his throbbing hole; his arms wrap around you, holding your head against his skin as he moans against your ear.
Two fingers carefully enter up to the knuckles, and once Kyo bites your ear and whispers your name, you begin to move them inside him. You know his body so well that it doesn't take time to find the tiny bundle of nerves that drives him crazy every time your pads hit him.
His nails scratch your neck, shoulders, and scalp as you bite his skin. Your free hand travels to his breasts, where you squeeze one of his nipples; your tongue trails to the other, which begs for your attention through the tangles of tulle.
“Totchi,” he says, moving at the same pace with the movement of your fingers inside him, “I-I don’t want to cum without you inside me.”
You nod instantly; your pants feel damn tight, and while it would be nice to see your husband's mouth wrapped around you, his attention completely seeking your approval, you know it would be a waste of time for both of you.
A sob escapes at the emptiness as you pull away from him to unbutton your jeans; your member shoots out toward your belly, hitting your skin and getting a reaction from Kyo’s gaze that almost screams his need to suck it off. But there's no time, so you simply cover your palm with your own saliva to prepare yourself.
Kyo bites his lower lip as he watches you masturbate. You're so hard it hurts, and how could you not be? When you have the most sensual being in the universe in front of you, holding his buttocks, opening his entrance for you.
You position the tip and carefully enter until your pelvis touches his testicles. Kyo moans, feeling you deep inside him; his eyes slam shut, and his head jerks back against the backrest. His entrance tightens as he receives you, and you nearly cum from the sensation.
And then that feral part of you hits you every time you have Kyo like this, so submissive, begging you to fuck him hard. Your hands grab his ankles and place them on your shoulders. The pink boots are now on each side of your head, and Kyo, so compact, is trapped between your body and the couch.
The rhythm is just how you both like it: hard, firm, fast, and then with a slight pause to go all the way again.
“Do you like it, princess?”
“Fuck, fuck, like that, just like that,” Kyo mumbles between moans, hitting the couch, scratching the fabric, trying to hold on to it from the stimulation.
The white dress makes a beautiful contrast with his tattooed skin; he looks like a corrupted angel in many ways, and the sounds coming from his chest are as lascivious as the sounds your skin makes when it forcefully clashes together.
“So beautiful,” you say, your voice raspy, feeling Kyo’s warmth surround you. You’re almost at your limit, so with the strength you have left, you pull Kyo’s feet from their position, wrap them around your waist, and pick him up, surprising him with the sudden change.
Your hands cup his ass, his back hitting the wall when you stand up to fuck him silly against it. You thrust into him hard as he follows your rhythm, bouncing on your dick, his arms trying to hold onto your neck to keep him from falling.
“God, Toshiya—” he moans against your mouth; your tongues meet, saliva seeping from the corners of your lips. “H-harder,” he begs, his eyes half-lidded, tears of pleasure gathering in his eyes.
A sharp gasp snatches his breath away as you mercilessly pound his prostate. The special arrangement in his hair is now a ruined wig, the dress is soaked with sweat, and the face in front of you now has traces of tears, the same color of the mascara adorning his wet eyelashes.
“Do you like it when i’m rough?” you ask, your sweet voice contrasting with the violence of your thrusts. “You’re so pretty, did you know that?” Kyo nods, though you know his reactions are almost unconscious by now, so it probably wasn’t a voluntary movement of his head, but the spasms of his body as he’s being penetrated.
“Toshiya, Toshiya,” he moans, and when his legs start to shake, you know he’s close.
“Yes, cum on my cock, baby,” you command, and then Kyo, with a moan that sounds more like a complaint, comes hard, staining your shirt and part of his dress. Before long, you cum inside his warm insides, filling him in spurts.
Breathing heavily, you both lean against the wall, Kyo hiding his face between your collarbones and trying to steady himself. You place a couple of kisses on his temple and cheeks and clumsily carry him to the couch to lie down.
You’re a terrible mess of sweat, saliva, and semen, but neither of you care right now. Kyo holds you tightly against his chest, and the two of you remain silent until your bodies stabilize.
“You’ll probably struggle with the recording tomorrow,” you mention, remembering that Kyo still has work to do.
“We're not the 30-year-olds who used to fuck wildly after a concert anymore, so I should probably take a day off to recover.”
A burst of laughter escapes from you, making him laugh too. No, you're not as strong as you were 18 years ago, but the emotion remains the same, as fresh as your first kiss in your twenties.
“Okay, i’ll take care of you.”
Kyo kisses your forehead lovingly, and his fingers play with your hair again.
“I know, Totchi. You’ve always done it.” A five-second pause. “I want to ride you when we get home.”
“You're insatiable”
“Look who's talking. I'll have to buy another dress because of you.”
The dressing room fills with laughter and kissing sounds for a few more minutes.