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The music club is dim, lit mostly by the harsh spotlights pointed towards the stage. The place is packed, speakers bursting through the walls, the heavy bass a constant thrumming under Haruki's skin.
"You're so pretty." The words are said into his tingling ear.
It was supposed to be just another night. Take-chan took pity on him after he's left without a band just two weeks prior and dragged Haruki out to watch one of the live shows he was organizing.
Haruki didn't expect to be drawn in by sharp eyes, gaze heavy and promising as they pierced through him without their owner missing a beat on-stage. Haruki was hooked, fingers itching for his bass, aching to know how to be led by drums that good, persistent and bold, and yet—
"What's your name?"
The man found him fast. The wall behind Haruki's back is solid and reassuring, given how weak his knees have gone.
"N-Nakayama," he manages to say. "Haruki."
"Nakayama-san." The name comes out low and husky from the other man's pierced lips. He is standing so close, knee already insinuated between Haruki's legs. The tip of his nose teases along Haruki's neck. "Can I call you Haruki?"
Haruki sucks in a breath. The sudden familiarity is not helped by the press of the man's hard body as he pushes Haruki further back against the wall. It's dizzying the way he towers over Haruki, their clothed cocks already hard and pressing against each other's hip.
"You can use my name, too. I'm Kaji Akihiko."
Haruki’s eyes flutter closed as Akihiko leans in. The press of their lips comes easily, naturally, as if the separation from the moment their eyes met and all the seconds thereafter until this kiss was the wrong that needed to be rectified. ‘He has a tongue piercing,’ is all that Haruki's brain can process before Akihiko is filling his mouth with his tongue, that tongue stud clacking against Haruki's teeth as Akihiko coaxes his mouth to open wider.
"A—" Haruki gasps as Akihiko licks a broad swipe, from bottom lip to inside his mouth before sucking at his cupid's bow. "Akihiko."
A rough hand crawls beneath the hem of his shirt, curving against the dip of his lower back. It pulls him so he presses harder against Akihiko's body, making him moan.
"Fuck." Akihiko is dragging teeth along his neck now, licking at the sweat on his skin. "Let me take you home."
It's not something Haruki has ever done before. He is not unfamiliar with sex, but it's something he's only ever done with people he dated. Picking people up at live bars—being picked up by people at live bars—is an altogether alien concept, but fuck if Kaji Akihiko isn't making a compelling case.
He climbs on to the back of Akihiko's motorcycle, too fast maybe for better judgment to stop him. Akihiko's fingers thread between Haruki's as he coaxes Haruki's arms to wrap tightly around his waist. Haruki's face feels hot as he grows aware of the fact that he's still sporting a semi while his legs are forced apart and around Akihiko's body. But that's how he discovers that Akihiko has a sexy laugh, huffing his amusement before turning back towards the front. He revs up the machine, the delicious vibrations something Haruki is sure Akihiko is doing on purpose.
Akihiko rushes them out of Shibuya's bright roads. They pass Minato and Sumida to the cheaper residential districts on the other side of the river, where they zip through narrower streets and corner shops until they stop by a nondescript mid-rise.
Akihiko lives in a small rooftop apartment just a little off the highway, but Haruki doesn't get much of a chance to look around before he is pressed up against the door.
"Ride go okay?"
Haruki shivers at the way Akihiko tucks his hair behind his ears. The man's voice, too, is a sweet assault to his senses, sounding deeper and huskier once removed from the noise of the club. Haruki can only manage a nod, unable to trust his own voice.
"Okay," rasps Akihiko before he's kissing Haruki's mouth. He kisses down Haruki's neck, then up again to his ear. "Okay, good."
Haruki bites his lip to hold back a whimper. He feels the drummer's hands wandering down his sides, dragging the thin cotton shirt clinging to his skin as they go. Those hands slide down to grope his ass, wringing out a sound Haruki is too surprised to rein in. A disastrous moan follows as Akihiko slides a leg between his and presses it against his cock.
"Aki—" Haruki's eyes widen as a thumb slips past his lips. Akihiko's gaze is heavy as he watches Haruki, who can only arch up to the press of Akihiko's thumb against his tongue. His lips close around the digit, tasting salt and leather as he sucks.
"Fuck, yes." Akihiko huffs out a low laugh. "So you do know how to suck a cock."
Heat prickles at Haruki's cheek, but he relaxes once he realizes it wasn't meant to insult. Akihiko seems pleased—turned on, even—as he slides and hooks his thumb under Haruki's tongue, using it to pull down and open Haruki's mouth wider. His tongue fills Haruki's mouth in the next second, kissing him like a man starved.
Akihiko's words were a spell, because soon, Haruki finds himself sinking to his knees. There is a prominent bulge tenting Akihiko's pants and Haruki's mouth waters at the size of it. He doesn't quite succeed at biting back his moan when Akihiko releases his cock, big and full from between the open 'v' of his jeans.
Akihiko buries fingers in Haruki's hair, combing it back from his face as Haruki runs lips and tongue up and down that cock. He caresses Haruki's face while muttering a steady stream of, "Pretty, so, so pretty," words that surely can't be true, not when they come from someone as hot as Akihiko. All the same, Haruki catches himself preening at the attention. It makes him open his mouth wider, moaning at the weight of Akihiko's cock as it slides hot and heavy against his tongue. He nearly chokes as Akihiko nudges his knees apart before inserting his foot under the bulge between Haruki's legs. He rubs deliciously up against Haruki's balls, making him moan around Akihiko's cock.
"Fuck, Haruki." It's criminal how sexy Akihiko sounds. "God, yes. Just like that." He fucks his cock inside Haruki's mouth, rubbing the leaking head along his tongue before pushing deep down his throat, and already it's the best sex Haruki has had in a long time.
Akihiko eventually pulls him up and brings them to his bed. He strips Haruki down before pushing him against the sheets, and the pillows smell so much of Akihiko that it makes Haruki dizzy.
"Ever been fucked before?" Akihiko asks him, straddled over Haruki with a condom packet already between his teeth. He grins and lifts a thin eyebrow at Haruki's shaky nod. "Yeah? Who was it?"
"My ex," Haruki tells him.
"Lucky guy."
He says a lot of nice things that Haruki would not have expected from a guy who's unlikely to see him again after this encounter. Before Haruki can think too much on it though, Akihiko takes both his legs and wraps them around himself, one hand already slick with lube and reaching down between Haruki's legs.
"Uhm—" Haruki catches Akihiko's wrist, apprehensive. "It's been a while."
Shit. It mustn't be all that great, taking home a one night stand that takes work to fuck. Suddenly, Haruki is blushing for a different, less than pleasant reason, and he turns away, half-prepared to be asked to leave.
"Hey."
A gentle finger crooks under his chin, coaxing him back. Haruki hesitantly looks up and is surprised by the smile, boyishly lopsided, stretching Akihiko's mouth. Akihiko leans down to kiss him, and it's the softest kiss they've shared thus far.
"Relax. I'll take care of you." The words are all but cooed, interspersed by pecks and nibbles on Haruki's lips. It makes Haruki slowly relax, his arms moving to wrap around Akihiko's neck as their kisses deepen. "Yeah, just like that..." Akihiko whispers between kisses, his body rocking deliciously on top of Haruki. "M'gonna fuck you good. I bet you come so pretty."
Suddenly, there's nothing more that Haruki wants than to be fucked by this man. He spreads his legs for it, and Akihiko does as he promised. He's patient and diligent, sucking Haruki's cock while he crooks long fingers inside him, fucking him slow and deep until Haruki is crying and arching up on the bed, fucking up to Akihiko's mouth.
Akihiko eventually fucks him on his hands and knees. Haruki moans through it, riding out the pleasure-pain of taking cock as big as Akihiko's. It's good though as it slides into him deep, reaching places that has Haruki's back arching like a cat, lust overcoming shame as he begs Akihiko to fuck him harder. Akihiko obliges, pulling Haruki by the crook of his arms until he's seated on Akihiko's lap. Akihiko lets him adjust the angle before he's bouncing Haruki on his lap, cock pulling out before sliding in deep, their skins slapping over and over until Haruki is shouting, head thrown back against Akihiko's shoulder.
They come and Akihiko fucks him again, on his back face-to-face the second time around. He looks sexy looming on top of Haruki that way, muscled arms framing Haruki, unmoving even when Haruki holds on to them as Akihiko takes him over and over again. It's good—it's fucking good—their bodies in perfect sync as they ride through each round until one of them is coming, groaning out the other's name while the other nips and bites and waits for the fucking to resume so he can come the next time around.
By the time they're both drained enough to lie side by side, unmoving, there is already a hint of purple light coming through Akihiko's windows. Haruki's breaths sound harsh to his own ears and he can still feel his legs shaking.
He supposes this is how the longest, most satisfying sex of his life must end—begrudingly on his part, because his body is deliciously sated without energy left to move. He should eventually, he reminds himself, and now is when he has to navigate through the awkward part where the one invited now has to leave. Haruki isn't looking forward to having to pick up every item of clothing he has on the floor, especially when it was Akihiko who threw them to God knows where. He isn't even looking forward to moving.
"Stay. I'll drive you in the morning."
Haruki blinks, not sure if he really heard that. Is that how these things are supposed to go? Haruki is not as used to casual sex to know, but Akihiko is already reaching down for… a pack of cigarettes, it looks like, from which he takes a stick and places it between his lips. He lights it, and takes a drag.
"Haruki." Haruki looks up at the unexpected call, but Akihiko just smiles and offers him his cigarette. "How do you spell your name?"
Haruki slowly accepts the lit stick. "Haruki as in like a spring tree." He pauses, takes a drag from the cigarette, considering. "Why?"
"It's a pretty name. Pretty like you." Akihiko's lips curve up into a grin this time. He takes back the cigarette from Haruki, but his eyes stay on him. "It's also for when I save your number in my contacts."
Haruki coughs out smoke. He discovers, though, that Akihiko still has a sexy laugh even when the sex is done.