#uruha sounds really nice too

[asknamineritsukun]

【Namine Ritsu 10th Anniv】Separate / セパレイト【UTAU COLLABカバー】

[meibemeibelline]

highlights from that 32k word doc i wrote when i marathoned gazette’s songs (2002-2007)

PART 2 | PART 3

Some quick notes:

This is a combo of thoughts on music, lyrics and sometimes just funny things I found while I was hurriedly typing at 11pm listening to these songs. Not every song will be featured in these, sorry

At times I directly quote translations and when I do I’ll specify who I’m quoting, but just so you know first they are all either Defective Tragedy, Heresiarchy or Trauma Radio

Also, I’m planning on writing some longer essay-type things with these notes so there might be some things I skip over (such as a recurring theme in their songs) bc I want to use them elsewhere

CONTENT WARNING FOR LYRIC DISCUSSIONS: suicide (Ganges ni Akai Bara). i will bold the title so you can skip it if you want. it’s one paragraph long

HHHH this is already 2k words but anyway hope u enjoy my ramblings

 “I’d have to take a break from feminism to appreciate [Akai One Piece]”

“His delivery is still highly emotional and [Okuribi] overall is really emotional. Like the fact you can still hear and FEEL the sheer bittersweet feelings (mostly sadness) of someone you love passing away is like...really telling of 2002 gazette’s potential”

(Doro Darake no Seishun) “Bitch Aoi and Uruha are serving LOOKS like the red tartan blazer with the black shorts???? And Uruha with the red tank top and the pleather skirt with the garters THE OTHER GIRLS WISH THEY WERE HIM”

(Haru ni Chirikeri, Mi wa Kareru de Gozaimasu) “it’s about a flower that’s in love with a one-winged butterfly, and i imagine the point is that even though they sing songs for each other, they’re just so different that they don’t understand each other and they can’t be together. and they’re just...fated to end, and maybe try again next spring. and you can see that in human relationships too.”

“Akuyuukai i think is such a significant turning point musically like i just FELT a significant shift where they were really painting with their music and having it be more closely connected with the lyrics”

“[Linda Candydive Pinky Heaven] is a happy and fun song!! it’s doro darake no seishun’s cuter and cooler older sister. this also gave me a lot of serotonin and i’m glad this is a classic. it’s also this band’s first fan song (or closest to a fan song) and i think it’s quite meaningful because they were picking up as a band and were starting to really connect with people which is always so so great. and i think it’s cool that many songs before this were fun songs to jam out to but linda is specially DEDICATED to that. it’s so carefree and i think like...this is the exact thing many musicians love about performing and what fans love about concerts. it’s the escapism and just the SPACE to be yourself and have fun. it’s so freeing.”

(Black Spangle Gang) “I can’t believe GazettE were doing 2005 Miyavi before Miyavi did 2005 Miyavi”

(The Murder’s TV) “I think it’s cool how playful they make it sound -> like a creepy show that kids might see and the last chorus is pretty good. it’s a bop AND THE BASS AND GUITAR SOLOS SLAP. The lyrics are really interesting too and I LOVE the way Ruki embodies them with his voice”

“BITCHHH MAD MARBLE HELL VISION SLAPS. THIS IS WHAT I CALL NOISE MUSIC!!!!!!!”

“The composition on Kawareta Haru, Kawaneru Haru is actually SO good (and the costumes are fucking ICONIC). And Ruki is STILL getting better at singing. The chorus is melodic and the effects on the guitar just go so well like I think the others (probably since Akuyuukai actually) have been really getting to play with all sorts of effects on their instruments to make this new variety of sounds which is super rad. AOI SOLO SUPERIORITY BTW.”

“Indie gazette really love their key changes in the bittersweet songs in the last choruses.”

“Comparing the lyrics of [Sumire] to many of the last ‘goodbye’ songs, there’s a lot more imagery and scene-painting as opposed to like, just direct thoughts and feelings. And that’s really Ruki developing as a writer, I think, as his lyrics are becoming more subtle and open to different interpretations which is super cool! Like this is really him finding his voice and I know he’s going to be doing more of this over the years.”

“ANATA NO TAME NO KONO INOCHI SLAPS BUT THE LYRICS ARE FUCKED. LIKE, I KNEW THIS FROM THE BEGINNING BUT I REALLY WISH I WAS JARED, 19.”

“I LOVE MISEINEN SO FUCKING MUCHHHHH. I can only begin to imagine just HOW significant this song is for Ruki. This is him acknowledging his weaknesses and his flaws, looking around him and seeing the people he has, he writes about what he’s afraid of, he writes about how he’s going to change and move forward, what is MOST VALUABLE to him. This is A LOT. This is A LOT for anyone. It is a song about GROWTH – how he wants to grow yet is terrified of change, but even so is going to do it with the help of his support system. This is EVERYTHING. It’s raw and brave and so very beautiful. It has Wakaremichi and BEST FRIENDS energy. These three songs are best friends. And also like, for the last couple of releases Ruki’s been doing lots of wordplay and metaphors and using euphemisms, but this set of lyrics is just completely honest and STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART. Like, there ARE metaphors and symbols but he’s talking COMPLETELY about himself and his FEELINGS. I get emo whenever I listen to this song.”

(Carry?) “Apparently it’s about Frankenstein’s monster, so I guess this is another Concept Song. So this explains the flat vocals – the monster is undead but also…very sad and confused about what it is and its place in the world. ISN’T THAT ALL OF US ON SOME LEVEL…HAHA…”

“Zakurogata no Yuutsu is that 2010 fb meme where someone sees their partner right before going into a heart surgery only to wake up to find they’re gone and the doctor is like ‘omg who do you think gave you the heart😔’”

“WHAT THE FUCK WHY DID I SLEEP ON HANAKOTOBA. THIS IS AOI SONG SUPERIORITY. THE GUITAR SOLO IS ALSO GORGEOUS. Also love what he did with the melody getting higher in the end when the narrator questions the existence of the love they lost. AND THEY DIDN’T RESOLVE THE FUCKING CHORD PROGRESSION OHHH MY GODDDD BECAUSE “I’LL WITHER AWAY, NEVER KNOWING THE ANSWER” //THROWS. THESE GENIUSES. THIS IS THE BEST SONG ON THE ALBUM SO FAR AND THAT’S👏ON👏AOI👏SUPERIORITY👏Also I know that, literally, Hanakotoba is a flower on the side of the road but LISTEN. This is a soul that just wants love...This is the anthem for us lonely invisible bitches <3 This song has the MOST yearning. Thank u Aoi for my life. Like he is TRULY the composer with the most emotionality.”

(Tokyo Shinjuu) “I LOVEEEE THE BASS. This has a very old, classic Japanese style and it’s just…so good. You can really hear it in the melody. Also there’s just something SO feminine about it and I KNOW it’s that classic Japanese sound and like…god I love this gender bending with music. I adore the guitars too I think there’s such a good balance between them.”

(Shichigatsu no Youka) “I love how the lyrics are between sections too – the most emotional parts are in the big, emotional chorus, and the verses are more mellow when the narrator is sort of…more detached and Not Crying… The guitar melodies are really pretty and the solo is just GORGEOUS. It’s such a bittersweet song as well (god GazettE just do bittersweet EXTREMELY WELL) like bruh…already being sad over a breakup and OH DOUBLE WHAMMY THEY’VE MOVED ON like. Ruki sweetie I’m so sorry.”

[a rant about how I know Saraba is well-meaning and is about the peace and unity of a nation and is EXPLICITLY anti-war which I can definitely appreciate but my Chinese ass was just NOT having the whole painting the Japanese army as heroes deal]

(Reila) “Ruki’s vocals are SO GOOD here. ALSO YELLING AT THE BASS AND KICK DRUM BEFORE THE SECOND VERSE WITH THE PIANO. THE WAY THE KICK DRUM PANS THRU THE EARS. MOTHERFUCKER. AND THEN TO COME IN WITH THE GUITAR SOLO HOW DARE!!!!! YOU PLAY WITH MY EMOTIONS LIKE THIS!!!!!”

“COCKROACH SLAPS. Love that he reframes being compared to a cockroach as like, resilient (I’ll never break through -> I want to believe I’ll break through), and he’s embracing his crudeness and taking a huge dose of PHUCEMOL.” (Cr: Defective Tragedy)

(Sugar Pain) “God Aoi’s intro though………..I HATE THE BREATHING SO MUCH. No I’m actually really angry right now why is it actually good. YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE GOOD.” (I then had to stop after the first chorus for obvious reasons)

“Idk why the first thing I thought of when Bite to All started was ‘yeehaw’…[Also] I hate how I know exactly who is screaming at the end and when.”

“BTS 🤝 GazettE Gunshots in songs”

[My personal interpretation of Nausea & Shudder is not that it’s about the pressure of being true to oneself in the face of success, but rather that success itself is not what Ruki expected it to be and he’s figuring out how to navigate that and move forward. It is also just a really good set of lyrics.]

“There’s just a hopelessness that’s so profound in [Bath Room]. Like if depression was a song IT WOULD SOUND A LOT LIKE THIS… Up until this point this is the Darkest song AND WE’RE ONLY GONNA GET DARKER FROM HERE *sweats in DIM*”

“I love these unsaid words Ruki leaves in the booklets. Adds layers and messages for the listener (usually of hope)”

(Silly God Disco) “After reading the lyrics I love this song soo much more. Like it’s actually really nice to think about dancing and living life because you have rock music and it makes you happy. Also the FUNK. The flavour. Not only that, but the way Ruki SWEARS he will live happily, without fear, and always moving past pain and towards freedom and glory. And he INVITES the listener with him. This is just SO nice.”

“I think it’s interesting that like…for an album that is sort of Known to be depressing as hell, there are quite a lot of songs about resilience and just…living and moving forward. Depending on what the rest of the albums are about, NIL might actually be, weirdly, the one with the most hope in it.”

(Worthless War) ““Do you shoot first so you won’t get hurt? / Do you call that sort of thing ‘justice’” damn Worthless War spilled. This sounds like a whole lot of anxiety surrounding war, and a very strong criticism against the government for caring more about power than people. Even though violence is despair, he also says that this age of political tension and FEAR is also despair. And he is correct. Ruki: ALSO THE EARTH IS DYING???” (Cr: Defective Tragedy)

(Rich Excrement) ““Lyric killer is erectile dysfunction” + “Biters should check it out too” -> you’re a limp dick who rips off other people’s work I AM SCREAMINGGGGGG.”” (Cr: Defective Tragedy)

(Crucify Sorrow) “The main metaphor here is someone who is an insect with a broken shell – an empty person. With depression, probably…And I cannot help but think about Utsusemi, in which he uses this EXACT metaphor to describe himself and his own depression, his loneliness and his desire to disappear. Was this a coincidence??🤔”

(GANGES NI AKAI BARA) “I really like this song – music and lyrics both. Like even though it’s sad that the girl was in a lot of pain, kills herself and is condemned by her church, the narrator bringing her to Ganges and doing a sacred ritual for her so that she can find salvation is actually really really kind and meaningful??? Not only because it’s an act of kindness but also because the pain she was experiencing was emotional/mental (with the constant tsu-tsu-tsura-tsura-tsurai), salvation could relieve her soul from exactly that.” (Apparently Ruki said the narrator is Buddhist but in the context of the song Hindu makes more sense, so I’m just going with that)

(Calm Envy) ““If you could love even these words I’ve thrown your way / I could keep trusting only you as you stand in front of me / It hurts every time you bring up the past you’ve suddenly shown me / I want to love even that empty space where I don’t exist / I’ll wipe away my tears so you wouldn’t notice them / So don’t smile in front of me anymore than this” – SHUT UP THIS SHIT IS REALLY UNCONDITIONAL BUT THEY’RE TIRED OF BEING HURT. GOODBYE. GOODBYEEEEE.” (Cr: Heresiarchy)

(Circle of Swindler) “Ruki writing "how much do you buy us for? let's negotiate [the] value of pain" in circle of swindler to demand respect and acknowledgement of his worth from the higher ups of the music industry because it's the music born from his pain that's making their money is Quite sexy” (Cr: Defective Tragedy)

“[Stacked Rubbish] is about the baggage we have, the baggage we give each other, the Errors we make precisely because we are People who have souls. I think the point (of this album being like an anthology) is that everyone could find something in this album that speaks to them.”

[serene-faerie]

GazettE Report: 09.05.2019 at Queen Elizabeth Theatre

I wanted to get this out yesterday after coming back to my hotel, but I was just too tired to write a lot. But I’m home now, so without further ado, here’s my live report. (It’s very long as well)

The Concert

It was raining, and we’d gotten a bit of a late start, so we ended up getting caught in some pretty heavy traffic on our way to the venue. By the time I got to Queen Elizabeth Theatre, it was a little after 6:30, I believe. Anyways, I got to the venue, said goodbye to my mom, and got my VIP wristband before heading inside to stand in line.

Inside, I stood in a long line that I thought was to get into the hall (I later found out that it was for merchandise, for which there wasn’t much left). While I was in the line, two girls were walking by with a dual Canada-Japan flag, and some markers, so I used the opportunity to sign the flag. I also got to meet some new people there, so we talked about how we got into the GazettE, how we were excited to see them, things like that. At some point, I left the merchandise line-up and waited in line outside the theatre.

When the doors opened up, I went inside and took my seat. I was quite close to the stage, specifically the fourth row right in the middle, which meant I had a great view of the GazettE men. There were a lot of fans from Canada, the US, and Japan as well, and I was lucky to meet quite a few of them. The atmosphere was almost electric and filled with energy and excitement, and I was feeling just as excited. As the staff members came out onto the stage to adjust the band’s instruments and equipment, we’d sometimes cheer for them, especially when the lights were flashing.

Eventually, the lights went off, and we were all cheering. Then, 99.999 started playing, and I could practically feel it through my body. Even though I’ve seen the GazettE live in Vancouver, I was still left so speechless when they came out on stage. Kai had his sweet smile, Reita looked simply badass, Aoi was looking fine as hell, Uruha was simply gorgeous. And Ruki... well, he was so beautiful I wanted to cry.

When “Falling” started, I was screaming along with everyone else. That song was so amazing when performed live! And then with “Ninth Odd Smell”, I was jumping and headbanging and pumping my fist to the beat. After that was “Gush”, and that song was just so badass. Every now and then, Reita would come to the front and rile us up by giving us intense looks, eyeing certain people with those piercing eyes, and it worked. We were screaming and cheering them on so much, and even Uruha would join him in on teasing us as well.

After those four songs, Ruki did a little MC, though I couldn’t hear much of it. And then they played “Vortex”, which was a lot of fun. After that was “Uragiru Bero”, and it was simply sublime. It was intense and fast-paced, and Ruki sounded so good when singing it live! After that was “Sono Koe wa Moroku”, to which we just cheered and waved our hands. Me, I just stood still and watched them in amazement, with my hand over my heart. I did that quite a bit when I couldn’t scream or headbang, simply because I was just left breathless.

And then it was “Babylon’s Taboo”, much to my pleasant surprise. That song, oh, it was amazing. Next was “UNDYING”, which I honestly didn’t expect. Ruki was so passionate when singing, and I wanted to cry halfway through the song. I didn’t cry, though; again, I was just standing with my hand over my heart, completely overwhelmed with emotion.

When “UNDYING” was finished, they surprised us greatly by playing “Agony”. Everyone went wild when they started playing it, and none of us expected to hear it, honestly! But oh my gosh, it was so much fun! Ruki was doing a little dance while singing, and it was both cute yet sexy at the same time. I don’t know how Ruki can be both amazingly seductive and so adorable at the same time, but he does it so well!

After “Agony” was “UGLY”, and that was a nice headbanger as always. Next was “Abhor God”, and that was just so badass when played live, I loved it so much! I was singing the lyrics along with them because I just couldn’t resist it. Then it was “Filth in the Beauty”, and we all went wild at hearing the familiar opening notes. But Ruki... oh my god, he was so sensual and seductive when singing; he slid his hand down his body to his groin and palmed it so seductively and I just about melted. At that point, I’d screamed myself hoarse, so my throat was already hurting, but that didn’t stop me. And finally, to finish off their main setlist, they performed “Unfinished”, which was a nice way to close it.

It was practically a blur, and after they left the stage, everyone was chanting for an encore. I just took the time to drink some water and recuperate my energy before they came back. And sure enough, they came back onstage, with Kai and Uruha in T-shirts. Kai did a bit of MC’ing, thanking us for having them, and of course, telling us to get crazy. The first song of the encore was “Inside Beast”, and Ruki came back on stage as the drums were playing, and it was just awesome! Most surprising for me was when they played “Headache Man”, but none of us were complaining for sure! We were just having fun and chanting the lyrics along with them. And to end the night, they did “Tomorrow Never Dies”, and I honestly wanted to cry in that moment. It passed by so fast, and before I even knew, it was over and they were thanking us.

Uruha also threw his pick into the crowd, though I didn’t catch it. And then Kai smiled at all of us and it was truly the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen! He came to the front of the stage with his phone and took pictures of all of us, and we were all trying to get into the frame (I even managed to get in one of them!), and after that, it was over. My second GazettE concert (and my second concert ever) was an amazing experience, and I would gladly do it all over again.

The Members’ Stage Presence

Before I get to the Meet and Greet, I just have to comment upon how they were on the stage because they were just awesome!

Ruki... he doesn’t just grab your attention. He commands it, much like a diva. He knew how to make us scream, how to rile us all up, and he clearly loved making us go wild. He’d stick his tongue out sometimes, he did those adorable-yet-sexy little dances, he’d lick his fingers a little, he’d even show us his middle finger. Stuff like that really riled us up. I know I’ve always joked about Ruki being a diva, but the show he put on last night just sealed it. He’s a diva, and I love it!

Reita... oh my god, where do I even begin? This guy, he didn’t just hang back and play bass. He was coming to the front of the stage, leaning down while playing, and eyeing us so intensely that it made us all scream and cheer so loudly. He’d also stick his tongue out at us occasionally and it was truly badass and awesome. He also commanded our attention quite a bit, but less like a diva and more like a hardcore bad boy.

Uruha was just as engaged with us. He’d also come up to the front of the stage to get us riled up and excited. He’s so graceful and elegant while playing guitar, and the way the lights just frame him sometimes made him look absolutely divine. I swear, he moves as if he’s making love to his guitar, and it’s so hot and sexy and yet so beautiful as well, and whenever he came up front, he also had us screaming as much as Ruki and Reita did.

Aoi had a more subdued passion within him, but it was very much there. He was just rocking out like the superstar that he is, and while he didn’t come up front as much as Reita did, he made us all scream whenever he did go up front. At some point, he was grinding up against his guitar and it was just so sexy that I almost melted. Like, oh my gosh, he also moves like how Uruha does when he plays the guitar, and it was absolutely perfect!

Kai was as amazing as he always is, of course. His smile just lights up everything and when he smiled, I was smiling as well. The way he played the drums was just so hardcore and amazing, and honestly, if he ever decides to go shirtless when drumming, it would be so damn hot. Even if he couldn’t come up to the front of the stage, his energy was just infectious and we were all just so lost in the sheer energy.

The Meet and Greet

My heart was pounding as I waited for the meet-and-greet. I had managed to write out my letters to the band members in individual thank-you cards in envelopes, and I was so excited yet nervous at the same time. I wanted to actually say something to the members instead of the dazzled “Thank you...” I’d said back in Vancouver, but I was so afraid I would just be too dazzled like last time.

After a long wait, the doors opened and we walked in. The girls ahead of me had gotten them a gift, though I didn’t see what it was. After they shook their hands, it was my turn.

First was Uruha, and he had such a gentle smile and equally soft hands. I thanked him, told him that he was beautiful, and gave him his card. He smiled and thanked me, and I almost got lost in how ethereal he was.

Then it was Kai. He smiled at me and I just about melted. Like Uruha, his hand was just as gentle, and I thanked him, told him that he was cute, and that I loved his smile. He seemed to smile even more at that, especially when I gave him his card.

With Ruki, I nearly stumbled over my words. His smile was soft, his hand so gentle, and I was so tempted to tell him that he was so beautiful that I wanted to cry. Instead, I just said, “you’re so beautiful”, and gave him his card. He smiled and thanked me, and my heart was just pounding so hard.

Reita was next. For someone who acted like such a hardcore bad boy on stage, he had such a light grip on my hands as well. I thanked him and told him that he was awesome before giving him my card. He smiled and thanked me before I moved on.

Last was Aoi. His smile was so sweet, and just like the others, his hand was very soft. I thanked him, told him that he was a superstar, and he seemed so pleased when I said that. And when I gave him his card, he accepted it with a smile.

As I was leaving, the staff gave us our VIP present: small towels with the GazettE logo on them. 

Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever use that towel in my life; it’s too precious, and I don’t want to ruin it at all. When I left the venue last night, my heart was soaring and I felt like I was on top of the world. To see the GazettE for a second time was truly a privilege, and I’m so grateful to have seen them again. I hope they read the cards I wrote, and I hope they understand just how much they mean to me, just how grateful I am for them, and that I truly meant every word I wrote in each card.

Setlist

99.999 FALLING NINTH ODD SMELL GUSH Vortex URAGIRU BERO SONO KOE WA MOROKU BABYLON’S TABOO UNDYING Agony UGLY ABHOR GOD Filth in the Beauty UNFINISHED

INSIDE BEAST Headache Man Tomorrow Never Dies

[siyeonjisoo]

Oookay.  Long post in-coming.  TL:DR is I saw the GazettE yesterday and while it was a really fucking long day, IT WAS AMAZING AND ALL WORTH IT AND I LOVE THEM AND MY FRIENDS <3 <3 <3

SO my day started at 3:50am when I woke up.  got on a train at 5:17 in the morning to get to NYC by 7.  I ended up being the 34th person in line.  The folks at the front of the line had come straight from Dallas and started lining up at 4am which is both insane but awesome.  I was waiting for the discord friends to show up and was the second one to show up.  the line was originally along the front entrance of the building and all mixed.  The business on the corner, however, really hates the lines being in front of their entrance so we actually got split from VIP and GA really early.  I think it was like 9am when that happened and all of us who are familiar with how shit Playstation staff’s organization usually is were shook.

My friends and I had a great time hanging out all day long so I got no complaints, even though I sat my ass on a sidewalk in Times Square for 10 hours yesterday.  We had ourselves organized and knew we were gonna be fine but Playstation staff showed their true identities by trying to fuck with it all day long.  We all got in several shouting matches of them just going on power trips and us trying to explain that they don’t have to worry about us.

I also painted my nails at some point in line haha

Because we were so damn close to the doors, we could hear soundcheck from outside.  They played Zetsu, Shadow VI II I, Sumire, and Bathroom and I was fucking crying so much then.  Those were the first tears of the day, I think, but nowhere near the last.  We were all freaking out over it.

A little bit after that, I went on a trip to use the bathroom (which was the last time I think I went before I got home at 2am lol.  Held anything from like 3pm till then).  We were going to the Hardrock Cafe for that so we had to walk from the alley tunnel where the VIP lines were around the block past the main entrance of Playstation.  A staff member came walking out just as a car was pulling up with 3 men in the backseat.  They all had light blonde hair and masks on.  Staff hurriedly ushered them inside.  I saw the eyes of one of the guys and I swear to god that it may have been Kai.  It was after the soundcheck so unless staff did the soundcheck for them, they went out for lunch after and I saw them when they came back.  Which is possible.  So yeah, that may have happened.

We were allowed to go inside starting around 6:30 so we started organizing ourselves into the number order we had around 5 just so we could be ready when staff started letting us in.  I was standing from 5pm then until like 9:45, after the concert ended.  At 6:10, they started organizing us by letting us snake through to get our VIP bands and (if you were Heresy) other bracelets.  We got like 25 people through that way and it was taking REALLY long so they gave up on that and sent the first bunch through.  Because a lot of people weren’t there (either were GA given a # by accident or just not there) I ended up being within the first 20 to get inside.

I hit up the merch table to get a Reita bear and because of that, lost the chance to get the barricade but I still was in the 3rd row on the side that I wanted to be on.  It was around 7 by then and we were all just waiting for everyone to get in.  I talked with all the people around me and we all had a great time.  At 8:02, the concert started.

Here is the setlist:

99.999

Falling

NINTH ODD SMELL

GUSH

Vortex

Venomous Spider's Web

THE MORTAL

SONO KOE WA MOROKU

DOGMA

The Suicide Circus

INCUBUS

UGLY

ABHOR GOD

Filth in the Beauty

encore

INSIDE BEAST

Cockroach

Tomorrow Never Dies

I managed to keep my spot in front of Reita in the 3rd row for the entire show, only moving like an inch or two away from center, toward Aoi.  By the time Vortex happened, I definitely was not standing on my own feet but was being held up by the crowd and swaying all around with them.  I had one foot on the ground to keep me, well, grounded, and was just being pushed back and forth with the crowd from then on.  I don’t think I have been that covered in sweat in my entire life.  My shirt was fucking drenched, thank goodness it was a thick material so the white didn’t become transparent at least haha.

The folks directly behind me were holding onto my shoulders and back to balance while headbanging and that pushed me forward and backward so I was headbanging better so thanks fam!

I also got a punch in the eye at one point and this was the thought process of my reaction (over the span of like 2 seconds):  "oh no, i'm a daycare teacher! I can't have a black eye!" then "fuck it, I'm at a concert I don't care" then "wait it didn't even hurt that much why was I so dramatic".  There was no damage and I was just being dramatic so enjoy laughing at me.

I was right in front of Reita so I got lots of him.  He stuck his tongue out while making eye contact with me at one point.  I saw heaven in that moment.  He also kept doing this weird little waving thing with his hand throughout and it was really fucking cute and made me laugh while doing it back at him.

Ruki would also hop up in the area right in front of us, right on the edge of the stage, and after the first time he came there, I was on that one foot until the main set ended.  Seeing Ruki’s dorky dancing in person, that close, is so funny.  I laughed so hard every single time he did his little chicken neck dance thing.  Can’t take him seriously when he does that.

Aoi was teasing all of us and being a handsome man.  He also attempted to turn Sono Koe wo Moroku into a sexy song with how he was dancing there.

Kai and Uruha were on their side of the stage the entire time and I couldn’t see either of them very well but every time I did, they were breathtakingly beautiful and seemed to be having so much fun.

Main set ended around 9:08.  We chanted back and forth between encore and gazetto for like 11 or 12 minutes before they came back on.

Aoi and Reita stayed in their costumes while Kai and Uruha had changed into tour shirts.  URUHA LOOKED SO FUCKING SEXY IN HIS BECAUSE he had cut the sleeves off and the collar so it was a low v-neck style.  Made his choker necklace stand out even more and HOLY FUCK IS THAT MAN SEXY.  Kai took his microphone and yelled at us in English about how fucking awesome we were and it was so nice hearing him curse for some reason.  I can’t explain why it was so nice to hear but it was.  After that, they started a slightly elongated instrumental intro to Inside Beast before Ruki came out on stage and he also had not changed out of his costume.

The only time that Uruha came past the center onto my side was during Inside Beast I think.  The only words I could think at that moment were “oh my god, that man is so beautiful”.

I knew that Tomorrow Never Dies was going to be the last song they played so as soon as Ruki started saying “last”, I started feeling like I was going to cry.  But the problem with that was the fact that I had sweated out so much liquid that I had no tears.  So I sobbed but without tears throughout that entire song.  After that song, Aoi, Uruha, and Reita threw their pics into the crowd.  One of Aoi’s landed like a foot or two to my left but either someone caught it and didn’t tell anyone or it got lost cause no one claimed to have caught it after.

Kai had his phone and took a picture from behind his drumset.  I think it was a selfie with us in the background.  Then he came down to the front, smiley as ever, and took some more pics of just us.  I found myself.  I’m in the purple circle here

We then all went up to the chairs in the back to wait for it to be M&G time.  I would have been fine if my day had ended there, honestly, because it had already been amazing.  But no, there was still more.  It was like 9:30/9:40 when they started clearing the rows to go through.  I was surprisingly calm about it because I was concentrating on my promise to a friend.  She was behind me in line and I had promised to get Aoi to wish her a happy birthday since it is today, the day after the concert.  So I focused on that and making sure I could say that to him instead of freaking out over anything else.

so the order was Aoi, Reita, Ruki, Kai, Uruha.  one by one, here is what happened.

Aoi: he takes my hands and thanks me in English.  I thank him in Japanese while marveling in how SOFT his hands are.  Then I tell him, again in Japanese, about it being my friends bday tomorrow and asking him to say something.  He looks at her and grins and nods to me.  Reita is staring at me now and I almost froze having both of them looking straight at me at the same time.

Reita: I hand to him the card I wrote for all of them and he takes it while saying, in English, “For me?” and he sounded so cute.  I corrected him and said it was for all of them and he nodded and thanked me, in Japanese, and I thanked him too.  I kinda didn’t even notice that he wasn’t looking at me with two eyes because I was in so much shock.

Ruki: He gave me the softest smile as he took my hand in both of his.  I thanked him and almost couldn’t let go of his hands.  Not because of me, but because of him not wanting to let go.  I think he saw my tattoo when we shook hands which makes me happy.

Kai: THIS MAN IS SO SWEET.  I thanked him while we shook hands and this is kinda when I started losing my mind.  I let go of his hands kinda fast but I told him, in Japanese, that he has an amazing smile and he tilted his head and smiled at me.  Like just at me and my legs almost gave out under me.

Uruha: His hands.  They are so big.  And so soft.  AND HE IS SO FUCKING HOT.  I had completely lost my mind by then so he said thank you in English and I just couldn’t say anything else but thank you in English.  My brain was goop.

I walked away from Uruha on shaky legs, got my VIP little towel, and then collapsed against a wall and started sobbing.  11 and a half years waiting for an opportunity to thank them, face-to-face, finally brought to an end last night and it all just crashed down on me in that moment.

My friend who was behind me came out crying and came straight to give me a hug and we just hugged and cried for almost a minute, just standing there.  Aoi had wished her a happy birthday, as expected, but Reita did too.  That’s why he had been staring at me while I spoke to Aoi lol.

I just wandered around with my friends inside the venue, trying to keep from sobbing completely because ain’t nobody need that kind of attention from a venue’s staff.

My friends all parted ways to go back to their respective Airbnbs or hotels while I started my lonely walk back to Penn station.  But I was still kinda crying so I scanned the crowd of people also walking in that direction until I found people I recognized to be from this concert.  Caught up with them and asked if I could walk with them for a little bit so I wouldn’t be a girl walking through the city, alone, crying, at night.  We ended up stopping to get food together and chatting for like an hour before I had to head off to catch my train.

I cried literally off and on the entire way home.  On the train, walking from train to car, driving home, every step of the way.  I ended up being awake for a solid 22, almost 23, hours yesterday.  My throat is still sore today.  My neck hurts so much.  My heart is so full of emotions that I am still so close to crying at any moment.  All of the stress about the semester up until now? Worth it.  All of my worries about finals? Gone.  I met and spoke with (in Japanese) the human beings who inspired me to start learning Japanese in the first place.  I will be graduating from college in 13 days as both a member of Sigma Tau Delta and cum laude.  Not to be overdramatic or cringey or anything but I know for a fact that I would not be at this point in my life if I hadn’t found this band when I was 11.5 years old.  11.5 years later, this is what my life is like.  I have the money to afford to MEET them.  And the opportunity for it.  Life can change so much.  Like, if anyone ever needs a reminder that “it get’s better” this is it!

The first goal was just to see them in concert.  That was ticked off the list in 2016 at their first world tour.  The second was to meet them and be able to say “thank you” to them in person.  That was ticked off the list last night.  The new goal? get them all to autograph my arm, under where I have their logo, so I can get that tattooed as well.  My entire left arm is going to be dedicated to bands that have shaped who I am so there will also be Miyavi tattoos and maybe even some Berryz Koubou tattoos there one day but for now, the goal is their autographs.  So look out for that.

Also, check out all of my beautiful and lovely friends.  I love them all so much and miss you all already!! (I’m the blondie grinning like a dork because I was so happy!)

[uruhaxrukifanfics]

Hey, long time follower here. I have been here since the beginning. Sadly I stopped reading your writing but I picked back up again and gurl. You've come so far. I don't know where to start. I remember you mentioned your writing is for your girlfriend but do you write anything you enjoy for yourself? Your latest alternate universe with uruha being an addict is one of my favorites right now. Tell us more about it. You're so quiet here I want to see you talk. (:

Omg hello! Ahh this made me grin so much, you have no idea. First and formost, thank you so very, very much. I never know how many people are still lingering around from the time I started this blog, so it’s super nice to know you’re still here. Even if you went away for a while. You’re always welcomed♡

I do. Everything I have ever written and shared here is something I take pride and joy in. Even my earlier work that was and still is indeed for my ex. They wouldn’t be here – I sure as fuck wouldn’t be here posting – if it wasn’t for her encouragment! We aren’t together anymore it’s been some time, anon, but the work stemmed after getting through a really rough, incredibly depressive state that made me consider quit writing is probably something I cherish more. As a creator of whatever artform one makes, I know we’re our own worst critique, but I can honestly say I take pride in whatever I’ve created after getting through that. We all have seasons. I will always look at my earlier work for what it is, its memory it’s saturated in and hold a soft spot for the person I was that crafted it. I’m not that person anymore and I’m no longer in that phase of my life -smiles-

Omg yeees. Let me hug you for asking. I’m trying super hard to be more talkative here as of recently! It’s all of you that have been super quiet with me haha. But gosh… Addict-Kouyou is… well, I wanted to delve into a deeper, heavier setting for a long while. Kouyou, a gangly teen with too much lip that lands him in a lot of hot water for fistfights and verbal arguments with rebellious students looking for a target to bully, born into a broken household consisting of an alcoholic father and a mother that he believes detests him one way or the other, and the oldest sibling to twin little sisters. He wasn’t popular in school, didn’t even care much at all about school but did his best to keep his head low to not draw attention to himself. Enter Takanori, the complete opposite – and everything his teenage heart swooned for.

Class president, charismatic, helps his ‘rents after school at a family-owned bakery. They end up becoming unlikely friends, best friends even, after the unexplainable draw that magnetizes them to each other. Kouyou’s first love.Takanori makes him want to do better. Even if he may not have had an idea of what college he may want to attend or what he wanted to do with his life, there was… possibility. Takanori made him dare to dream; maybe they really could be roommates in some apartment that may date other people, but they crawl into each other’s bed to sleep. Maybe it would sound insane, like Akira would laugh at him when he tells him, but so is the flutter in his chest when he watches Takanori from across the classroom and the warm flood of warmth in the lining of his stomach and an almost-kiss under street light lampposts after walking Takanori home. But he wouldn’t tell him that. 

But of course something happens. Of course Kouyou just cuts him off because of it, because if it wasn’t for him he wouldn’t have gotten himself in the predicament to have whatever happens unfold the way it would (I’m still fleshing things out, as you can see). If he hadn’t thought he could touch the sun…It doesn’t matter. After winter break, he just… leaves. He packs up his shit and takes his siblings with him, because anywhere is better than where they would have been and he wouldn’t have it all figured out. He’d figure it out as he’d go. Enter in under the table jobs that aren’t paying him enough to make rent, a bit of prostitution here and there, some drug use to keep him going that turns into an addiction, and you’ve got yourself a cocktail of bad choices. He meets Yuu during one of his shifts at a restaurant. A music major student, raven beauty that makes Kouyou’s stomach flip when he realizes Yuu starts making frequent visits that don’t consist of his group of friends tagging along. This is how their beginning starts.Like, I have so, so, so much to say about this AU I’m sitting on. This will definitely be my next chapter fic project I start up when I’m finished with Only You

[clubgazette]

the GazettE LIVE TOUR12 -DIVISION- GROAN OF DIPLOSOMIA 01 @ Osaka ORIX theatre 2012.10.10.

→ They came on stage in their derangement outfits and can we like take a second to just appreciate how perfect they all look?! Seriously. Especially Ruki. His hair was a bit like a spikier version of his D&C hair (which I love) and it just looks so akhjsdkjf. Reita had his hood on during the entire first song (and idk whether to laugh or cry at that tbh seriously you're an idiot but I love you)

→ I don't remember what song it was during (I think it was Ibitsu? Hedoro?), but at some point Reita went up on the middle tachidai with his left leg and Ruki just leaned over him and put his arm around his shoulders and they stood like that for a moment.

→ I didn't see much of it because I was headbanging, but during HEADACHE MAN Ruki went up on the middle tachidai with one leg crossed over the other like he was the queen king of the world and it was amazing

→ Reita and Kai had (really nice) music to walk on to stage to before RIDE WITH THE ROCKERS. (Let me also mention that Reita was wearing a white, drapey hoodie and I screamed (I don't (as in can't) scream but I did when he came on stage because akhsdkf ♥♥♥))

There's a new version of RWTR this tour too, but as always reminiscent of the old versions. This one's more upbeat than the one they had for VC (which is tiring but fun). Uruha and Aoi came on stage and they went straight for TOMORROW NEVER DIES (it was weird having this as the start of the encore seeing as it was always the last song before the encore during VC).

→ Ruki is flawless (Anna lost her shit).

→ During the MC, Ruki was calling out to the different floors (as usual), and he seemed a bit confused about the layout (in a really cute way). He asked if the ones on the "wings" of the second floor were actually third and we laughed at him and it was cute (and it sounds lame but it was funny). I btw didn't even know there was a third floor until he mentioned them but oh my god they screamed loud (I think louder than first and second floor together).

→ When it was time for the guitar solo in SILLY GOD DISCO (all the screams for this song btw), everyone was ofc waiting for the Ruki and Uruha fanservice... which never happened. Ruki walked to Kai's drum set and stood there drinking water and whatnot while Uruha (looking a bit confused) played and followed him like a lost puppy, kinda trying to dance behind him but Ruki just ignored him LOL.

→ Reita tried to do his usual spin during SWALLOWTAIL OF THE DEATH VALLEY but failed and stumbled and then tried to make it look like he did it on purpose by kinda jumping and landing low on his feet. We saw that, you dork.

→ When they came on stage for the second encore, Reita pulled up his (white) hood and covered his face with it for a couple of seconds (lmao what??). Dork. He was also wearing the bandana from JUDGEMENT DAY and when they started playing Kantou there was this red light on him that made it look like he was blinking red (thanks to his white hoodie).

● The rejection of Uruha continued during Kantou, he tried to get close to Ruki a couple of times but Ruki just walked away (I should probably feel a little sorry for him but I'm just laughing, sorry Uruha). After some time he gave up and went over to Kai instead. All the members took turns walking up to Kai and playing with him btw and it was so cute ;u;

● Aoi sat down on the middle tachidai and played his guitar like he was at home or something, it was kinda funny for the mood of Kantou.

● Aoi and Reita were standing on Uruha's side of the stage talking and pointing to the stage in front of them and the edge of the stage. It looked like Aoi was daring Reita to jump down and when Uruha came over he actually did - Reita jumped down off the stage and walked like two steps in front of the people on the first row, then tried to jump back up on the stage but he kinda tripped (lols).

Starting the live with songs from TOXIC was a good warm-up since everyone knows what to do (furi wise), but IT WAS SO CRUEL to just go from Suicide Circus to Dripping Insanity. Feels.

the GazettE is the kind of band that will always test your limits during a live. Think you can't do it anymore (as in - stand/move/live/etc)? You probably can. The part after Depth was insane, I thought I was going to die 8( but it was FUN.

[uruhabuns]

it’s all about the foundation (makeup artist!reader x ruki) (Part 2)

A/N: here is part two of my dot point AU ;) this was so fun to write omg i think i should write for gazette more :’)) there’s not that many readerxgazette fics around so i’ll get around to writing more when i can! Also, this series may turn out a bit longer than I planned lmao...I have a tendency to drag things out unintentionally :’) anyways, hope you guys enjoy! Please like or reblog if you’ve read <3

Part 1 / Part 3

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: girl reader x ruki

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By the time you came back from your break, Kaolu had finished with Uruha’s makeup, and was beginning to work on Ruki’s eye makeup

“Kaolu-san, I got your coffee.”

Ruki couldn’t see you because he had his eyes closed as Kaolu was working on his eyelids, but felt his heart rate quicken slightly when he heard you come back

“Welcome back. Thanks, just put it on the coffee table over there.”

“Okay. Is there anything I need to do?”

“I’ll need you to do Ruki’s lips and contour once I’m done with his eyes. Just wait a little bit longer.”

“Okay.”

You sat on one of the couches, and sipped on your mocha

While you were waiting, you decided to look up the GazettE to get to know them better

You were baffled to read that they debuted in 2002; you didn’t know visual kei bands could last this long

Then again, you were more familiar with idol groups, who usually did not last half as long before disbanding

You then looked at the members’ profiles, attempting to match the names with the individual members in the room as you looked at each of them discreetly

When you felt like you got their names and faces correctly, you looked up their history

A lot of images came up on your phone, showing their countless looks from debut to present.

You were quite shocked at how they progressed, but then again, they’ve been around for nearly 18 years

You were also quite surprised at how different the members looked with and without makeup

Kaolu really is a good makeup artist if he could make them look like that, you thought.

You were too immersed in researching the band when before you knew it, Kaolu called to you

When he did, you jumped in slight surprise as you snapped out of it.

“Can you do Ruki’s lips and contour so I can get a start on Uruha’s hair? The products are already on the table.”

“Yes, right away!”

Meanwhile, Ruki was ecstatic on the inside that you’re doing more of his makeup since he thought you were assigned to only do his base makeup.

You sat in front of Ruki, observing Kaolu’s work on his eyebrows and eyes.

You were completely in awe at the transformation; Ruki looked like the complete opposite compared to his bare face

You felt as if he was staring into your soul with that look

Needless to say, Kaolu made Ruki look intimidating as hell with all that eyeshadow and gel liner

“Are you gonna start or are you gonna keep staring?” Ruki joked with a small smirk.

You squeaked. “Oh, I’m sorry! The makeup is just amazing...”

“You’ll have time to look later. We have rehearsal in a bit.”

“S-sorry,” you stuttered, bowing your head once.

You applied more hand sanitiser before grabbing the muted rose lipstick from the table

“Have you applied lip balm yet?”

“Yeah, just after you left for your break.”

You then leaned in to begin to apply the lipstick on Ruki’s lower lip.

As you did so, oh boy

If he wasn’t as dead inside as he is right now, his face would be tomato red

The sight of your delicate fingers on the lipstick, your softly coloured eyebrows knitted in concentration, your perfectly mascara-ed lashes, along with the subtle scent of your perfume, and gentle application of the lipstick was enough to send his insides burning

Ruki tried to avoid looking at you directly, so he kept his gaze on the mirror

“I’m finished with the lipstick,” you said to Kaolu. “Is this how you usually do it?”

Kaolu looked over and nodded in approval. “Great. You pick things up quite quickly, ______-san.”

“She should be your new assistant, Kathy,” Ruki commented as he observed your work.

You giggled softly, blushing at the compliments. “Thank you very much.”

Your soft laugh rang in Ruki’s ears, and he couldn’t help but feel the corner of his lips twist up slightly.

“There’s just contouring left,” Kaolu said to you, “You think you can manage?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“If you need help, just ask.”

You thanked him again before beginning to work on Ruki’s contour

You started brushing the powder from his nose bridge, working your way up to his brow bones

You lightly shaded his nose bridge to emphasise the height of it, and shaded a bit under the brow bone to make his eye makeup look deeper like in the pictures you saw earlier

While you did so, Ruki kept his eyes closed for two reasons: one, so that the powder wouldn’t fall into his eyes, and two, so he didn’t have to look at you in order to reduce any chances of getting flustered in front of everyone

Your touch was like ASMR to his skin, and he couldn’t help but feel light goosebumps form on his arms at your gentle brushing

You then moved on to contour the sides of Ruki’s face

The way you contoured was to make the face appear smaller, which was essential for anyone, especially idols, who is often in front of a camera

Ruki furrowed his eyebrows at the technique that was quite different to how Kaolu usually did. “Is this how you usually contour idols?”

You nodded. “Yes. It’s to make their faces look smaller for the camera, because the camera usually makes the face look bigger than it really is.”

“Is that so? Interesting...”

“You guys are always on camera, right? I’m sure you know that already, Ruki-san,” you joked.

Inner Ruki: STOOOOOOOOOPPPPP DOING THIS TO ME

Outer Ruki: “Well, yeah, we are. But we don’t pay as much attention to our looks as our performance.”

“Ah, I understand. Bands are a lot different to idols. For idols, image is almost everything.”

“Good thing we have one less thing to worry about, then.”

You let out another soft giggle.

oh boi

Ruki’s heart almost skipped a beat

But he tried to fight it off

He can’t let this happen. He can’t let another person do this to his heart again. Not after what happened in the past.

Once you were done, you called over to Kaolu to check your work.

He finished doing the final touches to Uruha’s hair before he went over, observing what you had done, and nodded in approval.

“This is brilliant, _______. How are you not a proper makeup artist yet?”

“Oh, this? It’s what we usually do with idols. Nothing too special.”

“Don’t say such things. You should be able to get a position if you keep up the great work.”

You smiled shyly and bowed your head once. “Thank you. Though this isn’t overly amazing. Ruki-san has very defined features, so it’s easier for me to contour.”

“Ah, yes, the idol department must have very high standards. Oh well, I hope you can get a promotion soon. You’re doing great.”

“Yeah, she makes me look ready for the camera.” Ruki joked.

You bowed deeply at Ruki and Kaolu’s compliments. “Thank you very much. I’ll work harder in the future.”

“Don’t mention it,” Kaolu replied, “Also, since you’re done, do you mind helping the other stylists clean up a bit while I do Ruki’s hair?”

You nodded. “Of course.”

By then the other four members were already done with their hair and makeup, and had left the room to begin sound checks on the stage

About half an hour later, Kaolu was done with Ruki’s hair, so he then made his way out to go for rehearsal and his sound checks.

You were coming back from the bathroom, so when you opened the door, you almost collided with Ruki, who was in the middle of making his way out.

The both of you yelped in surprise, and you held onto your chest

“Careful!”

“Ah! I’m so sorry!” you squeaked and bowed a few times.

“No, I should be sorry, I was moving too quickly.”

You moved to one side to let him leave, looking downwards to hide your embarrassment.

Once he left, you went inside the makeup room to report to Kaolu

“I think I’m finished.”

“You did great today, _______. I told you the guys were nice.”

You smiled softly and nodded in agreement. “Yes. I was actually a little intimidated when you first showed me the pictures because they look very fierce.”

“Not a chance. They’re very kind and ordinary once they leave the stage, so you have nothing to be afraid of. Though, of course, you would get shy meeting new people; that’s completely normal.”

“Yes, I agree.”

Fast forward two hours, you managed to get another half hour break while the members came back to the makeup room

When Ruki went in, he discreetly scanned the room in the hopes of finding you, but to his disappointment, he couldn’t hear your sweet giggle nor voice.

He wanted to ask the stylists where you went, but he didn’t want to seem like he liked you, so he kept it to himself and assumed that you went on a break.

At the cafe, you were waiting impatiently on the side of the counter for your coffee to be made; your break was nearly over, and the barista had mixed up your order with someone who ordered after you

Let’s say you returned with one minute to spare

You were red and panting from running so much by the time you got back to the venue

You opened the door, and your heart almost stopped when you saw all five members of the band in full hair, makeup, and costume chatting among themselves

They turned to face you when they heard the door open

You froze on the spot

Fuck, they’re hot as HELL

You were glad your face is red from running so they didn’t know you were embarrassed

That was when you realised that the stylists weren’t around, and you probably barged in while the boys were probably discussing something important.

“I-I’m so sorry!” you squeaked, bowing once. “U-uh, where are the other stylists?”

“They’re on their break,” Reita replied, “Though Kaolu should be back pretty soon.”

You nodded. “Alright, I understand. Again, I’m sorry for interrupting,” you said before beginning to make your way back out.

When you turned around...

“How ‘bout you stay with us until they come back?” you heard Uruha suggest.

You looked back, raising your eyebrows. Did you hear correctly? “I-I’m sorry?”

“Come sit with us,” Uruha repeated, motioning for you to come over.

You gulped. “A-are you sure? I should be working...”

“It’s fine. If you get in trouble, we can defend you.”

Ruki gave him the biggest death glare as if to say “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PLANNING YOU DUMBASS”

Uruha only smirked back at him

You carefully entered the room, your face still slightly hot from running

When you got to the couches, you looked around to find empty seats next to Ruki, Uruha, and Reita, while Kai and Aoi had taken the armchairs

You walked over and carefully sat on the seat next to Ruki, since you were a little more comfortable with him than the others

Ruki slightly shifted over to give you more room, but you didn’t need that much since there was enough space already

During that time, they got to know you a bit more, asking you about your background, why you chose makeup arts, and other things like that

You also got to know them more too; you learnt that they started from nothing and worked their way up to where they were now. You also learnt that their original drummer left after their first year of debut, and was replaced by Kai, who’d been in the band ever since

You became more comfortable with them, and it turned out they’re really not as intimidating as you thought they would be -- they were all kind and funny guys to you

Fast forward to the start of the concert!!

You were at the door of the makeup room to wish them luck as the members left one by one, with Kai leaving first, and Ruki last

"Good luck, Ruki-san,” you said with an extra sweet smile for him as he was about to walk out the door

He only gave you a knowing smirk as he walked past you

Your heart almost skipped a beat

That was when you realised that Fuck he is actually really fucking hot

But you knew crushing on your clients wasn’t professional, so you brushed it off; he was just attractive, that’s all. You’ve barely known him for a day.

When you heard Ruki shout to begin the concert, you sneakily dashed out of the dressing room to take a peek of the stage

Kaolu was right - they were all completely different on stage, as if they had a switch for their personalities

However, your focus was mostly on Ruki; he was probably the most different - the way he hyped up the audience with his fierce style of speech, to the way his body language expressed along with the music

You felt your heart beat slightly faster as the band began playing NINTH

You didn’t know if it was from the excitement the audience received from Ruki, or if you were just excited to see what the band were going to do...or if you actually were starting to crush on Ruki

Either way, you knew you didn’t want this to be a one-off time working with the band

[ribica-mb]

TAGS!!

Rule: tag 10 followers you want to get to know better

Tagged by @pastel-uruha thank you dear 😘

Name: Iman

Gender: female

Star sign: scorpio

Height: 5'7 I am not that tall...okay...

Sexuality: bisexual

What image do you have as wallpaper:

This is when it comes to my phone

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: well my school is filled with old ass fossile people...you can guess the answer XD

Where do you see yourself in 10 years: I see myself living in Germany and traveling around with my cousin.

If you could be anywhere else right now,where?: I would love to be at my friend's in America atm

What was your coolest Halloween costume? I don't do all that stuff tbh

What's your favourite 90s show? I have no clue, I don't think there is a favourite.

Who was your last kiss?: that's classified information.

Have you ever been stood up? Nope never, I don't go out often so they are lucky if they can get me to go out with them.

Have you ever been to las vegas? I have never been to America, but given the chance I would maybe go.

Favourite pair of shoes? I really adored these supras that I had not too long ago.

Favourite book: all books written by Stephen Donaldson and I adore Edgar Allan Poe

Stupidest thing you have ever done: oh god, well basically getting drunk and blacking out. Not nice, never gonna do that again

Damn I sound like a mess XD

I'm tagging: @sexy-chimchim @aoi-sensei @taesstory @ayuzawakuran @deracine @cancerianwastelandcat @beautifulderangement @rad-is-more

I wish I could remember more names...

[ominous-meme]

OF ASSASSINS AND ATTRACTIONS (AOIHA)

Requested by @cancerianwastelandcat; this is one of the first times I’m writing BL, I hope you like it!

Uruha refuses point-blank to leave for the job without a shot or two, so poor Kai has to keep the bar open for an extra half hour while the assassin rants about his shitty job, shitty boss, and shitty lifestyle.

“So he calls me and says I gotta go for this job at one in the fucking morning! Who does he think I am?”

“His employee,” Kai mutters, wiping the glasses he’s just washed. He sincerely hopes Uruha finds a nice guy soon, the last three left because they couldn’t deal with being an assassin’s boyfriend. Kai himself has no attraction to Uruha, although that’s probably because he would rather not leave his peaceful life.

Uruha gulps down the last glass before slapping a note onto the counter and stepping off the stool.

“Good luck,” the bartender says. “And do try to find someone nice to calm you down. I can’t keep doing this.”

“Whatever.” Shrugging his jacket on, Uruha steps out into the cold night. He should be done with this job before dawn and slip in and out as quietly as possible.

Morals aren’t his cup of tea. “I’m just the guy who follows money,” he once told his best friend Reita, who agreed. And that’s done them better than if he actually listens to his heart. For money has allowed him to provide for his parents and sisters and nephews, money has saved him from the lenders, money has made sure everyone he cared for now has a roof to sleep under, good clothes, and three meals a day. What did the heart bring, he often says bitterly, looking at himself in the mirror. 

Nothing, his reflection will say. Nothing but a determination to see your loved ones happy. But that’s all it did. Money has a better claim.

The window is open as the boss said it would be. Uruha thanks his luck that it’s a ground floor one, although he can climb a floor or two when he needs to. The mansion is dark; all the servants have gone to sleep, as has the target. Slowly, he places one foot on the stairs, then another, then another, then another. Without a sound, he makes it to the bedroom: “First floor, second door on the left.” He’s muttered those words to himself all through the journey to the mansion.

What he doesn’t know is that someone else has been mumbling the same words to himself for the last couple of hours as well.

Aoi had to talk Ruki into not throwing a fit on hearing about the job. “Kill that bastard!” The midget had snarled. “The fucker tests on animals for cosmetics and is a disgrace to the rest of us, kill him as painfully as possible.”

Aoi is a freelance assassin, which means he, unlike Uruha, gets to choose who he works for and what targets he is assigned. But it was his friend’s encouragement that made the decision for him. He accepted the job.

“First floor, second room on the left,” he says in a sing-song voice in his mind. Pushing the door open, he sees...an empty bed, the side lamp on, and an extremely attractive, stunned man wearing a leather jacket and holding a gun of his own.

“As much as I’d like to think you’re my target, you’re clearly not,” Aoi says, staring at his counterpart. “You’re not old or fat, and you’re not in pajamas. Also, unlike him, you have nice hair.”

He could almost slap himself.

“Well, neither are you my target. Last I checked, he wasn’t supposed to have that mole on his neck,” Uruha says, staring shamelessly. He’s cute, he thinks. Too bad I have to kill him. Can’t have anyone stealing my salary.

So obviously, in a very genius moment, he points his gun at Aoi, who does the exact same thing right then. “Look, I need to pay the bills,” Uruha says, “and I’d like to live a long life, settle down with a nice guy, and maybe a few kids. I’m not having you take my target away from me, wherever he is.”

“Oh, I know you, you work for that annoying old man in the city, right?” Aoi laughs. “He’s probably going to give you some miserable sum for killing this big shot anyway. You might as well be a freelancer with me, we could do some real good stuff together.” Wait, that sounded wrong…To make up for it, he tries to smirk, but it seems to backfire because Aoi swears he saw his rival assassin blush.

Aoi ducks just in time as Uruha fires a couple of rounds from his pistol. “I was just trying to make conversation!” He protests, hiding behind a chair. “What’s wrong in trying to chat up a cute guy?”

Uruha imagines that Aoi wants to punch himself for that (he’s not far off from the mark), but a part of him is saying He called me cute! and regrets firing the pistol. In his defence, however, he was in shock at what he interpreted from the earlier statement.

Not that Uruha was born with much tact, however.

“Well, thanks, but I really need this cash. So I’m very sorry, but you’re gonna have to step down, pretty boy.”

“Pretty boy?” Aoi stands up, his own gun locked and loaded, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not the one with styled hair!”

Uruha flicks his honey locks. “Well, maybe I like to take care of my hair!”

“I take care of my hair, you look like you’re going to a photoshoot if you live.”

“If I live????” This time, Uruha smirks, and Aoi nearly drops his gun to the floor. That smirk is the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life, and he licks his lips.

Uruha can’t believe what he just saw, and secretly wants more of it, but the bills come first. So he shoots at the raven-haired man, who dodges it again...only because he trips on the chair and falls forward, wildly waving his arms about to grab something.

Unfortunately, that something happens to be Uruha’s pants.

They both fall on the floor, and Aoi finds himself straddling the cute honey-blond assassin; one hand on the floor next to his head, the other...well…

There’s an awkward silence while both try to figure out what to do next. Not that either of them minds the position they’re in, though.

“So, uh…” Uruha’s mouth feels dry. “Does this mean I get your name and number?”

Aoi’s sure he now has better things to do than eliminate his rival, one of which includes exchanging the aforementioned names and numbers. He sits up, balancing slightly on Uruha’s legs and pulls a card out of his pocket. “My business card. It’s usually for the clients who want me to bump someone out of the way, but it’s got everything you need...except my personal address. I ain’t giving it out so easily, even to a pretty boy like you.”

“We can save that for the second date.” Uruha smiles, sitting up as well and giving him his own card.

“Perfect.” Aoi leans in and kisses him full on the mouth. It takes Uruha a couple of seconds to realize what’s happening, and finally starts to respond when he feels a slight sensation of teeth on his lips. “Mmm,” Aoi licks his lips. “Didn’t know you taste like honey.”

All Uruha can do is sit there with his jaw dropped, staring at Aoi (whose name he still doesn’t know, he hasn’t looked at the card yet). For his part, the raven is acting smooth just to contain his own shock at what’s been happening so far.

“Well then, I’ll get going, it seems like our target isn’t here.” Aoi stands up and adjusts his jacket before offering an arm to Uruha. “Drop by the office any time you like, or you could just call me. Of course, unless you want to go back to my place now.”

Standing up, Uruha smirks, finally regaining his confidence. “Or mine.” Now it’s his turn to lick his lips and Aoi’s turn to blush.

[uruhaxrukifanfics]

Uruha and Ruki are tired but really horny after a live so they do it nice and slow, but it's not enough so next morning they're still horny and have some sleepy morning sex! I don't know why but I picture Ussan being really talkative on the second round c: I don't know if it's that fine, but we'll fine taste anon again! How are things going? I just am in the mood to read some slow smut ;-;

They remembered a time where leftover adrenaline from a successful live was spent laminating over everything in a jumble from the back of the tour bus or over dinner, always having one last drink that was never really the last before splitting off to their respective hotel room. They still did, except now Ruki trailed behind Uruha when they wished everyone else a good night, hands linked and fingers loosely intertwining just before Ruki slipped out of sight behind the careful close of the room door.

Lingering adrenaline melted into liquid heat, feeding into how it often worked them up. It tasted like the remnants of sake on Uruha’s mouth when they tiredly curled into each other, seeking a home in sluggish embraces and slowly drawn out kisses that couldn’t hide the exchange of shared smiles as they wondered if they should bathe together, turn in for the night, get some sleep. They did bathe, but sleep was staved off longer for the way Ruki slowly rode Uruha into the mattress with a hand pressed to his chest and another braced over his knee behind him to keep himself steady; a breathtaking display illuminated by neon city life down below from the window’s open curtains. Ruki wanted to take care of him, and if it meant deliberately unraveling them both into a slow, intense release so hard that it nearly cramped up Uruha’s thigh and made his eyes flutter on their way to rolling back, hands squeezing Ruki’s hips enough to bruise as he dragged him down to meet the hard delivery of his thrusts despite their pace, then so be it.

It wasn’t enough. It was never enough. Uruha prided himself in not being a greedy man, but he was insatiable, shamelessly so when it came to certain things, certain people - a certain someone. He wasn’t in his teens and twenties anymore. Marathon sex and barely existent refractory periods were out the window, but he’d be goddamned if it would ever be the last time in a day or night. Sometimes, he was lucky.

This morning, Lady Luck had shined her smile on him.

She smiled and painted her early morning white-gold rays across the hotel room form between the hardly closed curtains they never shut last night and lovingly caressed a swath of Ruki’s skin Uruha’s eyes watched sleepily. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was stirred awake from the deep confines of slumber and dragged out of a dream that passed through his memory’s grasp like quicksand, but it didn’t matter. One of the paths of warm sun highlighted a near-hand-shaped bruise right on Ruki’s hip peaking out from under the covers and he felt a sense of pride bloom in his chest. In his sleep, Ruki made a soft nose as he shifted closer. Uruha’s eyes strayed from the dip of Ruki’s spine and shut closed, searching for more sleep yet distracted by the ache of morning wood that made it difficult to find it.

He opened his eyes once more to openly soak up Ruki’s resting form beside him before turning over to check the time on his phone. A mildly disgruntled frown pinched his eyebrows. Too early for his taste after a night like last night. If he took the time to gently wake Ruki, they could have some time to themselves before having to properly start the day with packing and deal with Kai knocking on their door to see if they were ready to leave. For a second, he almost felt a little selfish to think that. With how peaceful Ruki looked in his sleep, how could he not?

But, another one of those soft noises Ruki emitted went straight to Uruha’s demanding morning wood, cock twitching and wanting.

He knew what he needed.

The tips of his fingers traced feather-soft down that very same dip of spine his hooded eyes had been admiring not moments ago. Ruki’s skin prickled with gooseflesh and Uruha’s lips curved into a small, crooked smile. Up and down, up and down – it was a pass he made several times and still Ruki hardly stirred. Not yet. Not until on one of those passes down Uruha insistently made carefully nudged the sheets away further and ran mischievous fingers over the split of his arse, making an even slower return back up again. Eventually, Ruki’s eyes fluttered open amid another soft little nose that had Uruha nibbling absently on his lower lip. His focus almost immediately narrowed in on Uruha’s face despite the heavy cloak of sleep that kept him unseeing, reality a blur around the edges and too thick to be self-aware so soon. A flicker of a smile passed over his full lips as his hips lifted just so, “Mmm, morning,” he huskily hummed in rasp greeting.

Uruha smiled, warm and sweet. God, how he loved that face. “Good morning,” he replied in a low murmur. His fingers made another pass down and Ruki insistently pushed up, smothering a tiny, husked noise into the pillow when his eyes attempted to droop close again for a brief moment. That gentle smile subtly sharpened at the same moment Ruki’s eyes darkened when he looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. It was a tease of cat and mouse from both ends; both wanting, both needing and feeding the chase before colliding.

Both mutually so unsatisfied by coming together only once the night before and needing something more in the morning.

It didn’t take very long for Uruha to shift over Ruki and adjust him how he wanted with soft, open-mouthed kisses pressed to a tattooed shoulder, shoulder blade, the side of his neck, nape and down his back, eventually pulling him up by his hips as Ruki braced on his knees. Uruha lavished the bruise he left at his hip with a tender little bite.

“Stay just like this for me,” he pressed a lingering kiss over the curve of Ruki’s arse. “Don’t move, Taka.” His tone was soft, yet still held firm demand. An order.

Ruki shivered, but he did as he was told.

Uruha made sure to reward him greatly. He patiently spread him wide and slowly ran his tongue over him whilst savoring the tremor of a gasp beneath his very mouth, lapping at and around his entrance but never pressing in. Not yet. Ruki tried to keep himself together, but Uruha felt the way he shook at the seams. His skin was still sleep-warm, movements still drowsy and a touch delayed, heavy breaths panting against the bed.

It was only when Uruha heard a certain hitch in Ruki’s breathing that he pushed his tongue inside, swiftly followed by a finger after generously coating it with his own saliva and Ruki shuddered, exhaling on a drawn moan and slowly pushing his hips back right on the penetrating digit. Uruha breathed a small laugh through his nose as he pulled back just enough to nip the soft skin of his butt-cheek. Ruki jerked slightly at the bite and Uruha pulled back more just enough to give a sharp smack to one cheek. Not nearly enough to sting so harshly. Not like the ones he’s delivered as a form of delightful punishment to make them bloom red like roses or the reddened cheeks of chubby cherubs. No, it was simply both a warning and a reminder.

“What did I say about not moving? Mm?” Uruha’s hands kept him spread, stilled. “Do. Not. Move. Am I clear?”

Ruki shuddered again, took the time to breathe around his arousal enough to nod his head as he and made a soft noise muffled into the sheets that sounded more like a swear wrapped so prettily around what Uruha was looking to hear than anything else whilst Uruha’s hands deliberately squeezed him, but he didn’t move.

"Yes, sir,"

Uruha’s palm soothed over the spot he spanked before pressing a lingering kiss there. “Good boy,” he praised. He licked him open and ate him out to the beautiful symphony of Ruki panting and moaning around a mouthful of sheets. He pushed and pushed until he knew Ruki’s legs would give out from under him. It was only when Ruki's knees threatened to slip from under him that he paused long enough to lean up and grasp for the lube sitting on the nightstand.

Ruki was good for him, didn’t so much as move as Uruha hovered behind him, not touching him at all but close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off his skin. Uruha watched his body tremble and twitch, watched as he tried to calm himself, so he didn’t lose himself so fast when Uruha finally pushed in.

He was always so good for him.

It wasn’t long before Uruha pushed a lubricated finger inside him, sink in nice and deep and slow, pull out only to add another in the next thrust in to fuck him open. And Ruki moaned long and loud, so unabashed as his fingers twisted tight into the sheets with Uruha’s free hand pressed between his shoulder blades to hold him down, pin him in place to take what he so benevolently gave him. Didn’t even hesitate to push back against Uruha’s fingers like it was all he craved for the moment he woke up. Words were nothing but broken pleas for more more more as he clenched around Uruha’s fingers as if he meant to keep him buried inside and never be left empty ever again, and it made Uruha weak. Made him want to push into Ruki right away and keep him begging; always such a delight when Ruki prided himself on never begging for anyone, yet he openly did so for him.

So, he did.

Ruki didn’t need too much stretching, not after last night, so Uruha didn’t waste much more of their time. Their window was already narrowed as it was, and as much as Uruha looked forward fulfilling both of their satisfaction, he wanted Ruki to have enough time to recover later.

With that in mind, it was why he withdrew his fingers, squeezed more lube into his hand to generously coat his cock before aligning himself to push and work himself into Ruki nice and slow.

“Mngha–haa– fuck,” Ruki moaned helplessly, squeezing himself tight around Uruha’s girth, “Kouyou, plea–”

Uruha inhaled sharply, his focus shrinking into a pin-shaped tunnel view where he could only see Ruki and hear nothing but the noises that spilled over his lips as he was filled, still begging even though Uruha gave him what he pleaded for and unable to find words mid-sentence when tapering off into a sound so relieved yet still needing more that he tried to smother it into the sheets. It was a dizzying moment, the sheer addiction of it all. How insatiable it made them. And he was more than happy to oblige.

It was a moment of just taking pleasure in withdrawing almost completely every so often before pushing himself all the way back inside the near smoldering heat that squeezed him so tight over and over again, and Uruha wanted nothing more than to always be buried inside him. If they could be connected always, he thought it would be perfect. It’d be even better if he could see just how blissed out Ruki’s face looked as he rocked into him like he was trying to reach the deepest part of him in hopes of making a home there, too, and not just in his heart where Ruki safely kept him. It was with that thought in mind that he withdrew carefully just to ease Ruki over to spread him out on his back and sink back inside him once more.

“No no no,” Uruha breathed in one breath when Ruki’s eyes fell shut. “Look at me, love.”

Ruki blinked his eyes open, unsure when they’d fluttered closed in the first place or when his hands held Uruha close in a tight grasp to hold on, but he dug his nails into Uruha’s back with a sharp gasp when Urha shifted an inch deeper anyway.

“Yeah? Okay?” Uruha breathed, a touch shy away from a breathy, dazed groan despite his concern, and Ruki assured he was with a frantic nod, pulling him down for a needed kiss with a hand cradling his nape to hold him in place. As if Uruha had anywhere else he’d rather be. Ruki bit down on Uruha’ lower lip when the simple motion changed angles, and his body worked hard to further accommodate his lover’s girth once more. Uruha’s lips slid to his cheek, hips rocking deeper still.

They groaned in unison when Uruha bottomed out at long last, the familiar press of his hips against Ruki’s ass firm and fulfilling. Ruki slid one of his hands up to bury into the shorter cut of Uruha’s hair and clutched him close; they both were sure Uruha almost practically purred when Ruki’s nails scratched over his scalp. “You feel so good…”

“Mmm,” Uruha hummed at the praise in his ear, burying his face into the juncture of Ruki’s neck with a hint of a soft shudder. “I could almost fall asleep like this.” As impractical as it was, if he weren’t so worked up despite still feeling as sleepy as he did he truly would have. It was easy to find comfort in Ruki’s body like that, and he saw no problem with it. No matter how much it made Ruki huff out a somewhat shy, flustered chortle.

“Or,” Ruki proposed, pressing a kiss close to Uruha’s temple, “I could ride you again.”

Uruha shook his head, drawing his hips back with a lewdly slick sound filling the room, “As much as I love when you do, I love having you close like this,” and buried himself back inside, knocking the breath out of Ruki’s lungs in a thick, startled moan. “I’m never too tired to take care of you. Let me do it this time.”

Once upon a time Ruki would prickle when Uruha said shit like that; he didn’t need anyone to take care of him, fuck you very much he notoriously protested. With time, he learned that, no, he didn’t need it, but he liked when Uruha took care of him. And instead of prickling, now he just – melted, and as much as Uruha prided himself in getting him to beg so pretty when he could, he took just as much pride in knowing he had done this, too.

“Ah–!"

And could pull the sweetest noises like that from him.

Propped up on his elbow, he stroked a tender caress over Ruki’s cheek when Ruki tipped his head back and breathily whined. Ruki took comfort in the touch, clawing at Uruha’s back as Uruha found a rhythm to fall into that found the ideal spot and got Ruki to mindlessly whisper not to stop, and he couldn’t get enough – never – even as he hitched his legs up to wrap them around Uruha’s waist and pull him deeper. Uruha groaned and kissed him, hips moving slowly as Ruki clung to him, moaning into his mouth with a shiver. He couldn’t help but rock his hips up into Uruha’s thrusts, mindlessly chasing for more more more until they were moving smoothly in perfect tandem and Uruha’s groan filled his mouth to the brim.

It was a certain, particularly hard nudge against Ruki’s prostate that made the vocalist cry out, eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure as his countenance cracked under the weight of it, and something in the pit of Uruha’s gut preened in delight with an urge to tease.

“Feels that good, huh? Too good? So good you can barely speak?” he huskily goaded, slowing down further just to grind deep and hard, minding the angle he found and feed the blush at Ruki’s cheeks. Watch the way it spread from the tips of his ears to his chest as his face conflicted between frowning to give attitude or let the haze of pleasure keep him blissed out, unable to scramble for a properly constructed response as Uruha looked at him like he wanted to devour him, arching into a whine when a hand pulled lightly on his hair. “I've got half the mind to press you up against that window to show whoever sees just how good I make you feel.”

“Mnngh–ah,” Ruki embarrassingly moaned for a moment – another hard nudge and deep, delicious grind against his prostate that felt a lot more like a promise than some empty threat, and Ruki's heart swoon or fell. He couldn't even tell anymore. ”God–Shut up.” He snapped, flustered and embarrassed, and he pulled Uruha in for another kiss so he couldn’t say anything else. Uruha laughed against his mouth and took the hint. It’s sloppy and desperate, yet neither of them minded. Ruki rocked up in time with Uruha’s hips, riding the line of desperation as he tried to rub his leaking cock against Uruha’s stomach.

When he found the position that gave the best friction he sought for, Uruha felt him shudder and chase after the pleasure head-first in single-minded determination, digging his heels into Uruha’s flexing glutes and drinking up the way Uruha swore profanities in response, burying his head back in the juncture of Ruki’s shoulder. It was only a matter of time before his hand left Ruki’s hair to sneak in between their bodies and wrap around Ruki with intent to give him what he needed.

All of Ruki’s breath seemed to have rushed out at once in a moaned string of babbled oh god, and Uruha’s firm hand played with him gently in contrast to how rough he’d gotten. Bliss melted in Ruki’s stomach and pooled at the base of his cock, a tight curl of heat building intensely in his groin until he was crying out with every thrust.

“Are you going to come for me?” Uruha whispered, panting hard.

“Yes,” Ruki said immediately. He was finally at a point where there was no going back, the buildup relentless, too much, and he clutched onto Uruha as if he’d be whisked away by the current of it all if he didn’t hold on. “Yes, yes, yes, please–” He was close. So close it hurt. 

“That’s it. I got you.” Uruha brushed his lips along the shell of Ruki’s ear as he said it, doting and attentively all over him - every inch of Ruki his - and Ruki lost it, shuddering on Uruha’s cock as pleasure burst through his body. He came between both of their stomachs with a cry, getting Uruha’s hand messy and biting down hard on his shoulder. It hurt. No doubt about it that there will be a ringlet of teeth marks left there to find and admire later in the bathroom mirror and he would have to be mindful of how he wore his tour goods shirt during the next live performance later, but it didn’t matter. Not when Ruki was still trembling against him, the ground of reality nowhere in sight when he hardly came down from his peak.

And Uruha intended to keep it that way.

He paused and gathered him closer, slipping his hand from between them so he could grip Ruki’s calf and hike his leg up over a shoulder. Ruki made a noise deep from his throat at the stretch, dazed eyes subtlety narrowing as if to meet the challenge of the stretch Uruha pit against him and Uruha was right there to meet him halfway, leaning up to fix his eyes on him once more and ease the discomfort in Ruki’s hip a little. Open admiration and devotion were what softened Ruki’s countenance as they stared into each other’s gaze, and it, coupled with the searing liquid heat of arousal still coursing through his veins, made Uruha lightheaded.

“I love you,” Uruha breathed in awe, pressing down to kiss Ruki again. The motion shifted him impossibly deeper and Ruki gasped at the oversensitivity, body thrumming with a little aftershock. Uruha was right there, swallowing up his moan as he tenderly stroked Ruki’s calf, soaking in how Ruki nodded his head and curled his fingers in his hair as if to say I love you too when his lips were too occupied to say so.

He knew it was almost unbearable to have him kickstart back up again, drawing little electric shocks from Ruki’s prostate every time he nudged against it again, but most of the time he could barely tell with how Ruki licked into his mouth to muffle helpless noises the new angle forces out of him. To their surprise, he was still hard - or, sweet Lady Luck, maybe he never had even gone soft at all – but Uruha knew that being fucked after Ruki just came hurt.

But it hurt in a way that Urha knew Ruki loved.

It’s why he takes and takes and takes, a sound of approval rumbling deep from his throat when Ruki scratched at his scalp and used another hand to slip around and clutch at Uruha’s ass, gripping hard and spurring him on. Their tongues slid together and entwine, messy and passion-flushed, and Uruha lost himself in the haze of it all. His hand, which had been supporting Ruki’s leg where it was slung over his shoulder, tightened a little before pulling away completely. Ruki nipped at his bottom lip, was surely about to bemoan the loss of contact, until he only had a second to draw in a startled breath before Uruha pushed the otherleg up to join its twin, securing over his other shoulder as he grunted at the searing stretch.

Ruki broke away from Uruha’s lips to gasp in air, lips tingling from how much time they spent kissing. “Kouyou– Kouyou, I can’t–”

“You can,” Uruha corrected with a lopsided grin and turned his head to deeply kiss Ruki’s knee. "You will." He could, for old time’s sake.

It was a highly exposing position, both knees practically up to Ruki’s ears and absolutely no leverage at all as he tried to breathe through the intense stretch in his hips. If Uruha told him he could do it, Ruki knew he could, but there was the fret of bursting aflame right in Uruhas arms, impaled on his cock and barely able to breathe with a near-permanent blush highlighted in the morning sunlight sitting in the back of his mind.

“Is it too much?” Uruha asked lowly.

Ruki may have felt overwhelmed, a few seconds away from tears born from too much pleasure and something else, but he’d rather die than lose this feeling. He shook his head and sniffled, playing with the asymmetrical cut bob of Uruha’s hair with shaky fingers, his free hand plastering to his too-flushed forehead for moment or two to ground himself. “I’m okay.”

Uruha hummed and rocked his hips, starting slow once more, barely pulling out before burying himself back in to the hilt with a little swivel of his hips. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. Ruki both loved and hated the pet-name with a vengeance – Uruha knew he did, and the twinkle in his dilated eyes did, too – and yet it made him shiver from the top of his head to the soles of his feet when it sounded like that coming from Uruha: smoky and crisp, wrapped in crushed velvet and the finest silk in the world with a hint of that something-factor that got Ruki to melt from the inside out. As soon as Ruki made eye contact with him Uruha fucked in hard, hips connecting with Ruki’s arse with a loud smack and punching a guttural moan from Ruki’s lungs. Uruha’s eyes were tender and warm and Ruki couldn’t look away even if he tried, drawing in choppy, shallow breaths as Uruha repeated the motion again and again and again.

“Kouyou,”

“I’m right here,” Uruha assured him; his lifeguard and his anchor wrapped around his ankle dragging him down beneath the ocean’s current to the seabed floor.

“Does that feel good?” Ruki nodded, unable to speak of anything that wasn’t Uruha’s name. Time slipped from their fingers like sand, but they never looked away from each other. Not until it became so unbearably intimate it made something in Ruki’s being move and crumble – he could feel it – and he had to shut his eyes, wishing with all his might that he was flexible enough to lean up and hide his face in Uruha’s neck. “No no no, eyes on me, love. Don’t take your eyes off me,” Uruha said immediately, his voice rough.

When Ruki managed to blink his eyes back open they were wet with tears, blurring Uruha’s beautiful face, but he tried his best to keep them open – he really did – no matter how lightheaded he felt. When was the last time he drew in a full breath?

“I l-love you so much,” Ruki stammered, voice jumping every time Uruha thrust in deep. His whole body felt like it was aflame, pressure building in his groin, and all Ruki could think about was how happy he was to wake up to someone that loved him so profoundly as Uruha did. He wanted to be the best version of himself for him, be the person that Uruha deserved. He deserved more, so much more – the world – but, Ruki supposed, this was a start. This was close.

A hand brushed some hair out of Ruki eyes and cupped his cheek before burying itself back in the thick strands. They were going to need another bath, a shower – they were both convinced Uruha just smeared come into Ruki’s hair on accident - but right now it felt so good to get so filthy and start the day just like this. He wanted to scream.

“I love you, too,” Uruha said warmly, “More than– anything.” He bit his lip, slick sounds punctuating his words before tapering off into a pleasured groan. He wasn’t going to last. He couldn’t any longer. His grip on Ruki’s hair became tighter as he urged Ruki to expose his throat to him and a few stray tears slipped from the corners of Ruki’s eyes and pooled in his ears.

For a split moment, a sense of déjà vu made Uruha shudder.

Ruki moaned to the ceiling, cutting into the near out of body experience Uruha felt and his poor attempt to wonder when could have possibly done any of this before; been here, at this very moment, before. It was pushed aside as soon as the wonder surfaced. Ruki could feel his body flutter around Uruha’s cock as he found himself climbing toward his own peak once more. Their bodies were pressed in so close together that his cock was trapped between their bellies, slick with his own come, and – god, his knees were almost by his ears, and he felt so full he could…

“That’s it, there it is,” Uruha coaxed, “Look at me when you come.”

Ruki emitted a desperate noise, something almost feral caught in a whine, and scratched at Uruha’s chest as ecstasy began to crest. It took every single bit of his being to keep his eyes open – they knew how much Uruha loved seeing him fall apart, but it went against every instinct he had to make himself vulnerable that way – as he let Uruha’s body guide him over the edge for the second time this morning.

One, two, three, four more thrusts–

The first few seconds of Ruki’s orgasm were so intense he couldn’t make a sound. All he could do was hyperventilate as his eyes widened, unseeing. Then, he dug his nails into Uruha’s skin and wailed the moment his lungs sharply sucked in a full breath, his walls clenching tightly around Uruha’s cock over and over as his back arched lewdly.

“Taka, fuck– oh, fuck-” Uruha’s hips stuttered and lost rhythm, fucking into with an overwhelming need to come, but not power in the slightest as he crested his apex. He buried himself inside Ruki as deep as he could reach, and Ruki watched with rapture as Uruha’s eyes lost their focus, unseeing, with a guttural groan and spilled inside him.

Uruha wasn’t sure when Ruki’s hands found his face, but he followed where he guided as Ruki tucked him into his shoulder and held him close as he finished, appreciating to have a place to smother the tremoring little groans left over in aftershock whilst his hips stuttered, grinding to a gradual stop.

Reality took its sweet time to drift back into focus as they fought to regulate their breathing and gather themselves. The first thing Uruha noticed was the probability of how sore Ruki’s hips would be if he didn’t let his legs relax. It was that thought in mind that helped him shift his shoulders one at a time until Ruki was able to lower both of his legs back to the bed. His legs wobbled like they were newborns and there was laugh-worthy humor to be found in that, but Uruha was so spent and he didn’t want to be far from the warmth of Ruki’s skin any longer than he had to be.

“I need a shower,” Ruki mumbled between the slow kisses he spoiled Uruha with pressing to his temple after a long moment of soaking in the silence of afterglow and the tentative brush of Uruha’s thumb clearing a salty trail his previous tears had made was what brought them a little closer back down to earth, brushing back his damp hair with a careful card of his fingers. His voice was a little raspy, slightly hoarse, but nothing a cup of hot tea or two couldn’t fix later. “I can't believe you fucking smeared come in my hair.”

"You get up now and you're able to walk straight after this, I'll be super offended," Uruha grumbled with a moody twitch of an eyebrow that rewarded him a hearty laugh Ruki buried inside his hair. That is, until his fuzzy thoughts finally caught on to what he had done. “Wait... Did I really? Uruha turned his head to laugh into Ruki's neck, wrapping his arms around his waist in a tender embrace. If his cheeks are a touch pink, neither of them mentioned a word of it. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s okay,” Ruki murmured softly, curling his fingers under his boyfriend's chin wordlessly so he could gently tip his head and guide his eyes to look up at him. “It was kind of hot.”

Uruha snorted, “Says the man that hates being filthy? Really?”

“I have my exceptions,” A blissed out smirk curled the corner of Ruki’s mouth as he lured him into a soft, lingering kiss, burying his fingers inside his hair and holding him close by his nape. “So long as it’s you.”

The world was still fuzzy around the edges. Even with the distant vibration of his phone receiving messages after a few missed calls from Aoi, another message from Kai sending an array of straight-faced emojis telling them to keep it down – please… you two… – but Uruha was exactly where he wanted to be.

Lady Luck had indeed shined on him

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Uruha tries helping Ruki overcome his driving fear and it ends up not working and turning into car sex 👀

Under some miraculous intervention, Ruki finally agreed to let Uruha help him overcome his fear of driving. It was a long-running joke, really. One that everyone amongst their friends liked to poke fun at their vocalist for. He’d rely on rides from them even when they’re elderly and too old to drive, Reita laughed. Uruha shrugged, not minding it if he were honest. They could be old and grey, and he would still reserve his passenger seat for Ruki whenever he needed him; help him buckle in and off they’d go. Kai called it love under his breath, a touch of a dreamy sigh matching the softness around the edges of his eyes as he looked to Uruha with a knowing glance.

Aoi, as he sniggered and lit a cigarette with the most lopsided smirk he could muster, corrected that the term Kai was looking for was whipped.

Uruha promptly flicked him off and told him to pay for his own dinner later that night.

It didn’t matter what it was. Ruki was determined. They couldn’t drive him around forever, after all. Maybe he’d invest in a car of his own at some point. Even if he didn’t, the fact of the matter would be he would have one more notch of independence to add under his belt; wouldn’t have to feel like a hindrance or inconvenience one way or the other that was only tolerable because they knew one another.

Except, it hadn’t exactly gone accordingly as planned. The day they picked was supposed to be sunny, humid with a touch of a nice breeze. Instead, they got on and off bouts of heavy rainfall that spiked Ruki’s anxiety through the roof. Relaxing was replaced for yelling from the safety of the vehicle at other drivers who didn’t know how to drive when some cunt decided to cut in front of them without using a blinker.

“Blinkers were made for a reason, right?” Ruki snapped incredulously. Uruha didn’t have a chance to answer. “Why are they not using them? How am I supposed to know when to slow down enough for them to change lanes if they don’t fucking use their blinkers?!”

It was laughable, now that they had pulled over to park in a vacant parking lot to wait out the heavy downpour. Ruki couldn’t see and the safest bet was to sit somewhere and wait for the rain to pass. They laughed until their sides ached over the vocalist’s rage, simmering into occasional chuckles and rubbed weariness.

“I’m not cut out for this,” Ruki sighed. He allowed Uruha to take his hand and hold it, welcoming the comforting stroke of a thumb that brushed back and forth over his knuckles until the guitarist raised their joined hands to press a kiss there, soft and lingering. “I don’t think my nerves can put up with this every day.”

“You did fine. It was only the first day,” Uruha gently assured. “But if it helps, I’m still open to driving you around, even when you’re grey and you can barely remember where you’ve last put your house keys.”

Ruki laughed as he reclined his head back and watched Uruha brush soft, slow kisses along the back of his hand with lightly hooded eyes. “I’ll have to make you a spare key set just in case for you to hold on to when that happens.”

“Keep it under the potted plant near your front door. I’ll know where to look every time.”

Their fingers interlocked, palms pressed for a kiss, and their gazes locked. The weight of unspoken words settled over them like a weighted blanket; silent promises Ruki never dared to ask for, yet Uruha gave without stumbled hesitation. The heavy downpour was white noise compared to the rush of warmth shooting through Uruha’s veins as he peppered kisses along the back of Ruki’s hand, growing a tad deeper than the last and eliciting a tender little hum of pleasure, low and soft. After adjusting his seat back further, Uruha reached over with his free hand to undo the seatbelt with a soft click.

“Come here,” he murmured.

And that was all the encouragement Ruki needed.

The petite vocalist carefully crawled over to slip into the welcome of Uruha’s lap and cupped his face. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something more than spare keys, uncouth drivers and old age. In the end, it was Uruha’s hands on his waist untucking his shirt and pushing past the fabric in favor to plaster his hands on his skin that won out, and Ruki dipped his head to allow their lips to brush back and forth in a soft array of kisses that grew deeper yet purposely never met properly, breathing heavy under the weight of his desire. He couldn’t catch his breath with Uruha rubbing slow, sensual circles into his lower back, pressing under the hem of his skinny jeans when he noted how it made his eyelashes flutter for a moment.

He tugged Uruha in for a proper kiss, and Uruha pulled his body closer against him, fingers guiding him in by the belt loops.

“It’s ridiculous how I can barely keep my hands off you…” Uruha is hardly audible, his whisper lost in the soft melodic music streaming in from the radio and the white noise of rain that seemed to fall harder, and Ruki couldn’t hear him but it didn’t matter. He exchanged words in favor of running a hand up the flat of Ruki’s stomach. Practiced fingers pinching and rolling his nipples in his grasp, and it was well worth the temptation when it granted him the exposure of Ruki’s neck as the vocalist tilted his head back with a tiny huff, half chortle and the other half something akin to a noise Uruha wanted to hear again. Uruha lured him back in to kiss him again, tongue pressing invitingly past the seam of his lips. There was barely time to reciprocate before he relented, mouth scaling down the side of his neck. “You don’t know how much I want you.”

Over the music and rain, Ruki didn’t exactly hear the sound he made – a soft whine, a moan – but he felt it in his bones. Uruha was quite literally all over him, and he wasn’t about to make him stop, but they are in a very public parking spot…

Biting his lower lip, Ruki reached to the side of the passenger’s seat and fumbled briefly with a switch to further lean it back until Uruha could lay flat underneath him.

“Show me,” he whispered.

Ruki’s nothing if not adaptable.

Uruha’s hands gripped Ruki’s shoulders and neck, and they fell back together. Ruki searched out his mouth this time, sensually sucking on his tongue as they melted together like this. He could feel how worked up Uruha was, hard-on pressing against his pants. Ruki goaded him on with one hand cupping over the bulge and tangling the other into the back of Uruha’s hair.

It’s dizzying, the thrill of knowing that there was a possibility they could get caught. It makes Ruki nervous, dizzyingly embarrassed, even. But the potential is oddly electrifying, and it doesn’t stop him from fitting his way on his knees between the spread of Uruha’s thighs to undo his pants, work him out into the thick air of stocked fire between them with the guitarist’s fingers in his hair and run his tongue along the length nice and slow before methodically swallowing him deeper into his mouth. And god, it’s worth the way Uruha says his name like a prayer, lolling his head back and mouth open in a gasp with his fingers digging into his scalp. He couldn’t get enough of it, how sloppy it made him as he twisted his hand around what his mouth couldn’t reach and alternated between licking broadly up the sides and swallowing him into his mouth to suck.

His teeth grazed slightly on accident on the pull up of his head and Uruha’s hips jerked involuntarily, muscles clenching with a breathily hissed swear. It caught Ruki off guard, and he gagged when he couldn’t immediately catch his breath, tears pricking at his eyes and hands locking down on Uruha’s thigh, but it didn’t stop him. Even if was vaguely aware of Uruha’s loosened grip on his hair in case he needed to let up. Instead, he worked his mouth back down around the base, one hand sliding beneath Uruha’s jeans and tracing teasing fingers around his balls. Uruha groaned, breathy and so worked up in a way Ruki was intimately familiar with, bitten-off curses that he could barely be made out following close behind.

Forcing his throat to relax, Ruki sunk down further, and it was all the invitation Uruha needed to thrust up with purpose, short and shallow and angling deep. Ruki’s head moved in small bobs to meet each drive of Uruha’s hips, involuntary tears streaking his cheeks as Uruha held him down.

“Just like that… God, you take it so well.” Uruha praised, and it sent another heady rush of pleasure through Ruki straight to his cock, making him moan around his mouthful. He fell into the rhythm and motion of it, forced himself to breathe through his nose when his mouth felt so full. Uruha picked up the pace, moving in fast, staccato snaps of his hips, and Ruki knew he was nothing more but a drooling mess around his cock, but he couldn’t help it. Just when he thought the guitarist was getting close, suddenly he’s hauled upright. His eyes flew wide as he sucked in a sharp air, worried that something had happened until he’s being pulled into a lap.

The motion was all too fast, too sudden. His headspace was too fuzzy to keep up, but he followed none the less. He’d always follow wherever Uruha led.

“Kouyou?” The delicious friction through his pants that he earned by straddling Uruha’s thighs sent liquid heat through his veins. He leaned in, hands moving to cradle Uruha’s face, but they ended up steadying him against the seat when Uruha’s hands released their hold on him long enough to pop off his pants with a strong yank and ripped.

Ruki didn’t have the time to be angry at the destruction of his favorite jeans. Not with Uruha’s hands roaming across his chest under his shirt and thumbing at his nipples while he dragged out a bruising kiss. Grinding his hips down onto Uruha’s’s lap, Ruki moaned into his mouth when Uruha nipped at his bottom lip.

They were egging each other on, getting worked up into a frenzy of flushed skin and tendrils of want and need in their heaving breath. They were deeply familiar with this give and take, and they knew what Uruha needed to hear from Ruki before they could move on any further.

“Kouyou, fuck me,” Ruki husked breathily, punctuating his plea with another grind of his hips that Uruha was bucking up to meet as the guitarist planted open-mouthed kisses down his neck and sucked a bruise far too high that wouldn’t be able to conceal so easy later. “Please.”

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Ahhh sorry I can‘t think of more context but I'd love Ruki torturing Uru with a nice & hot blowjob~ maybe also some orgasm delay -- if you may? I just ADORE the way you write them, and that last smut was otherworldly. So just a nice blowjob in whichever setting you like? ;; I'd just love for Ruki to take the reins and really push Uru to the edge and drive him crazy dfghjkl

Uruha knew he was in for a treat tonight the moment Ruki decided to buy a new bullet of lipstick before leaving the mall earlier today. It wasn’t the fact that he bought it, because he knew his boyfriend to have an eye for certain dark rouge shades. No, no, it was more than that. Ruki knew how much he enjoyed watching him apply it: left to right slow application to the lower lip, middle-left-middle-right for the top. He also knew how much he enjoyed smearing it when he kissed him, seeing those lips wrapped around him in the most sensualist of ways imaginable when he nestled himself between his thighs.

Ruki had something else in store for him, and Uruha barely restrained a low groan at the whisper Ruki pressed just below his ear on the drive home.

“I want to take care of you tonight.”

It was how he found himself blindfolded, the slick of Ruki’s hand around his cock incessantly pumping over and over again blinding with too excited nerves, muscles too tight as he writhed, tugging at the restraints binding his wrists. He didn’t think it was possible to be even more aroused than he already was before, but the amused, pleased sound he heard exhale from Ruki’s nose set him on edge. Everything was sensitive nerves and shocking pleasure, heat, and air. Too much air.

“What color are we, Kouyou?”

Uruha hadn’t realized he had been hyperventilating because he was so lost to sensation. How many times had pleasure built so intensely behind his pelvic wall when Ruki’s hand wouldn’t stop as he warned he was going to come? How many times had Ruki let him believe he was going to come, only to pull away right before he could fall head-first over the edge?

How long had Ruki kept him on the edge?

God, he didn’t even know if the fuzzy, lightheaded feeling he felt was coming from too much oxygen or excess pleasure.

“Green,” Uruha replied at long last.

Ruki’s voice was at his ear, breath ghosting over his jaw after planting a red stained kiss, “Isn’t this what you wanted?” His nose grazed the place beside Uruha’s ear, under his jaw before trailing back up. “Don’t I make you feel good?” Uruha’s hips arched up to match the obscene groan Ruki pulled from him when his fingers wrapped back around Uruha’s heavy cock on a tight stroke down.

“Holy shit,“ Uruha was on fire. His thighs trembled and spread lewdly to plant his feet on the mattress and slowly fuck into the hand of god. Somehow, the low laugh Ruki breathed over his neck was even sexier than the feel of his hand on his cock. “You tease just as relentless as you fuck.”  

Ruki wanted submission, and this was as far as he could lay himself to give it to him. He never was one to take anything simply laying down, no matter how it looked at the moment. His punishment was the speed of Ruki’s hand increasing.

“Isn’t that what you want? Hard and fast–”

Ruki quietly changed his hand position again, moving to squeeze the head of Uruha’s cock over and over again before shallowly fucking him repeatedly into his fist.

“–and torturous.  You want me to fuck you into the floor until you’re sobbing later. Screaming. Because you know after this, I will accept nothing other than that. You press my buttons because you know that no one gives it to you like you want the way I can.”

He was so fucking close, it allowed him to tap into an energy he didn’t know he could possess until that moment. The heat in his body was so intense it hurt, building and growing past a limit he didn’t know he had. Uruha laughed breathily, delirious, “Is that what you want?” He turned his head blindly, nose brushing over Ruki’s cheek, ignoring the absolute ruin getting ready to burst, and whispered into Ruki’s ear, “Is that what you need, baby?”

Ruki moaned and chuckled low under his breath, tracing rouge painted lips over the shell of Uruha’s ear, “You talk a lot of shit for a man who’s orgasm rests in my hands.” He slowed, making Uruha ache, tug absentmindedly against his restraints as his head hit the pillow with every muscle in his body clenching, writhing without his given permission as his mouth hung open, begging for air and words to express the delicious torture tearing him apart when Ruki retracted his hand.

Right before he could come.

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Ruki wasn’t a religious woman, but the sight of Uruha between her legs, with her almost-white-blond head of hair nestled between Ruki’s thighs was as close to a religious experienced was ever going to get. The sight deserved a spot in the Louvre and Ruki didn’t want to ever look away, but her back arched and her eyes fluttered closed when Uruha closed full lips around her clit and sucked gently. “Ah…” Uruha groaned and pushed Ruki’s legs further apart until Ruki couldn’t help to wince against the slight burn of the stretch, grabbing Uruha’s hair with both hands and holding tight. There was order to the madness, no matter how the eye may say otherwise when Uruha was sloppy like this. She was a breathtaking mess, uncaring to the slick on her face, and that was the point. It only served to make Ruki whine high in her throat and grind harder against Uruha’s ravenous mouth. Teeth caught against the swell of her clit and Ruki keened, shuddering and seeking out the comforting caress of Uruha’s tongue.

The woman obliged her for a moment – only for the sake of swirling her tongue nice and slow around her clit, flicking it back and forth, but then sliding her mouth down to lap even further where she gaped and ached for more. The side of her nose bumped against Ruki’s clit and Ruki bucked her hips up, frustrated. “Fuck – You’re evil.” Uruha chuckled darkly, breathy in delight. She said nothing except move her hand so she could thumb open Ruki’s labia and push her tongue inside deeper with a quiet moan as if she was finally tasting what she craved for, pinning Ruki with a smoldering gaze beneath the fan of her eyelashes and a wink as she relished in the gasp she coaxed from her. Ruki couldn’t help but shove herself closer, holding Uruha’s head in place and biting her lower lip around a breathless smirk when Uruha groaned. The noises coming from her mouth were obscene, slick and steady, punctuated by the little whimpers being pulled from Ruki’s throat. Ruki relinquished on hand to grasp her breast and play with one of her nipples, heat pooling in her cunt as she pinched and rolled the little bud between her fingertips with a teasing pull. When Uruha’s thumbs slipped closer to her entrance, tongue teasing the folds, she threw her head back with a moan. “Mmf,” Uruha hummed, tenderly kissing Ruki’s clit when she pulled back to take a break and gaze upon the mess she made. “Baby, you’re so wet.” She knew she’d gotten Ruki all worked up, heartbeat pounding between her legs and trying to spread them further in hope that it would entice Uruha’s mouth to return back where she needed her most. It took every inch of her will not to grin as she gave the softest kiss she could muster to her parted folds. The moment Ruki whined, it was impossible not to. Her mouth and chin shinned with slick, and Ruki swore her cunt throbbed at the sight of Uruha’s lips stretching over a crooked grin when she looked up at her the moment Uruha decided to press slow kisses along the plush of her thighs. “What do you want, sweetheart?” Uruha murmured into the inside of her thigh, sinking her teeth into a slow, playful bite before diligently sucking a bruise onto the spot she claimed for herself. “What do you need?” Ruki tugged pointedly on Uruha’s hair, but it mattered not. Her jaw fell slack around a soundless moan as her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, hips rocking up into the phantom heat of Uruha’s mouth she missed desperately. “Do you want to come?” “Yes,” Ruki replied. She meant for it to sound exasperated, but it came out desperate, begging between a whimper as she tried to shift Uruha close again. Uruha still teased, though, leaning in to trace the very tip of her tongue around the hood of Ruki’s clit, circling over and over and over. It’s too light to get Ruki anywhere close to coming and she growled, something feral and frustrated, before Uruha made an amused sound and pushed two fingers inside her with a quirk of a smirk. “Oh fuck,” Ruki gasped, mouth falling slack in a pleasurable ‘o’ under the pressure she craved for. Uruha latched on to her clit and lapped at it with short, firm strokes, and Ruki felt her walls flutter around the intrusion of Uruha’s fingers. “Nnngh –” Uruha moaned – as if she knew and comprehended without words how much Ruki needed this and could taste the flavor of need to have her inside her – mouth vibrating around Ruki’s clit and fingers curling with purpose. Ruki’s thighs trembled and she dug one of her heels into Uruha’s back, squirming as she started to play with her nipple again. It felt so good – too good. Especially once Uruha really started to find a rhythm, angling her fingers just right and just barely fucking them an inch in and out. The delicate line of her back stretched along their sheets, sloping into the generous curve of her ass. It’s a gorgeous view, and Ruki struggled to keep her eyes open as Uruha ate her out so she could watch Uruha subtly rut against the bed before her free hand slipped beneath her to take a little edge off the throb between her legs. But she was no less dedicated, keeping pressure on Ruki’s clit with her tongue and groaning around her mouthful every time she rocked into her own fingers. “Don’t stop,” Ruki breathed, stuttering on a hitched breath and full-body shudder as her fingers switched to toy and pinch her other nipple. “Don’t stop, please –“ She could feel herself start to climb toward the peak, strung high and tight as a bow. She tugged on Uruha’s hair with her other hand, scratching her nails over Uruha’s scalp and whining as her cunt clenched around Uruha’s fingers. Ruki arched her hips up at the sharp starburst of pleasure and moaned louder towards the ceiling when Uruha followed her with her mouth with hunger, dedicated and devoted.  Uruha’s tongue caught her clit just right and Ruki swore her eyes whelmed, overwhelmed. She was suddenly right on the edge, trying and failing to keep her hips. “I’m– Kouyou, aah –” Her breath hitched sharp and high in her throat and she cried out wordlessly, back arching as the spark seemed to rupture in her clit and ignite throughout her body. Ruki felt herself clutch rhythmically at Uruha’s fingers over and over and holy fuck she was still moving them, driving Ruki even higher - Ruki took her hand away from her nipples to bite her knuckles and smother her scream as Uruha fucked her straight through her orgasm without pause. Distantly, She could hear Uruha groan. Her whimper from sensitivity once she started to come down sounds foreign to her ears, dreamlike. Uruha’s tongue still flicked over the swollen nub of her clit and she rocked her hips, shuddering when Uruha wiggled her fingers gently, and finally pushed at Uruha’s head when it became too much. Uruha pulled off with a wet, licentious sound and Ruki couldn’t help but look at her as if she had been gifted to her from the heavens itself; her face was even messier, hair tangled in a muse and eyes dark that stared up at Ruki from between her legs as if she wanted to eat her alive. Again.

Jesus, how did she get so lucky? “Was it good?” Uruha asked, her voice tinged in a soft, low husk. Ruki knew she just wanted her ego stroked – the shit-eating grin spoke volumes – but she was happy to oblige. She took a moment to catch her breath before dragging  Uruha up for a kiss, cupping her face in her hands and gifting her with a breathed moan inside her mouth when she tasted herself on Uruha’s tongue. “So good.” Uruha hummed, pleased, and chuckled when Ruki clamped her thighs around her hips and rolled them over. She cupped and cradled Uruha’s breast in the palm of her hand and watched with hooded eyes as Uruha bit her lip when she gave a squeeze, tending to her dusky pink nipple with a caressing thumb. “So pretty,” Ruki murmured reverently. She may be still sensitive from her orgasm, but it barely took the edge off of her intense thirst for the woman she currently straddled and it looks like Uruha felt the same way as hands found the round of her arse to grab, squeeze and lewdly part ever so slowly on a pull to grind up against as they kissed.

It was her turn, now.

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...Rooks & Ussan are in for a quickie in the train toilet, tourbus or backstage? Beautiful layout btw!

If anyone were to ask, Ruki would say his life was a novel. Had the potential to be a movie. But really, to get the whole spill – to really get the weight of it – you’d bloody well have to read the book, and you’d stay for the long haul to see how it unfolded and what happens next. How did the latest events of his life place him here, pressed up tight against the door of a too cramped tour bus bathroom with his dick and Uruha’s own in his hand getting each other off, attempting to not suck visible bruises onto each other’s necks. Just like for everything else, Ruki had a story. And he hoped someone could fill him in and make sense of it, too.

Shit happened.

Well,hell, he left home with little to nothing to his name but a dream and a band he, Reita and Uruha vowed would be their last in the hushed murmurs they shared between them. Made a run for it with them to Tokyo – which, okay, was by far the most batshit craziest thing he’s done in his life, but here he was – and acquired Aoi, a Mie boy that smelled like cigarettes, cheap cologne and sea salt, gained and lost Yune but Kai… Kind, precious Kai that took a chance on them at the last minute of grace and hadn’t looked back since. Word said that before things got better, it had to get worse, and they’d…

They hit low, been at their worst together, but they were Icarus pushing and soaring without melted wax and crashing ends, hands clasped and hearts thumping, because this was only the beginning.

This, here, is when shit started to happen. Toss in an identity crisis, a breakup – a couple of them, actually – one bad heartbreak, and a shoulder to cry on, and you get him, kissing his lead guitarist and nearly riding his dick for comfort on his living room sofa.

He hadn’t, of course. God, of course not. He was just… sad. Which, he’d admit, didn’t make anything any easier or right, but Uruha had nice hands that knew where to go when he’d zone out and grow quiet, knew how to pitch his voice low in a soothing comfort he hadn’t known existed until recently. And when he kissed him, Uruha let him. Let him crawl into his lap and kiss until they grew breathless, or when Uruha cupped his face and stop him with a hushed yet firm call of his name.

It’d been months since then, and the memory never left him. Not even when he had apologized over lunch and they agreed they’d just put it behind them. Remember how Kouyou looked so open in conflicted arousal beneath him, lips flush and kiss-swollen, lit areas under Ruki’s skin aflame he didn’t know existed until then. He didn’t know what to do with himself. What he did know, was that the memory deserved to be pushed back as far as it could go, never to be touched again. It just happened, and Ruki was willing to leave it at that. They both were.

It changed them, the dynamic of their friendship. For better or worse, Ruki wasn’t sure, but they were… closer than before, now. Reita’s lap wasn’t the only one he stretched his legs over, and if he did Uruha was more than happy to be the cushion for his head, an arm lazily strewn across his chest, cheek rested atop of his head as they all conversed. If he planted his hand longer than intended on Uruha’s thigh the guitarist mentioned nothing of it between offers of a massage if Ruki grumbled about how stiffy his neck and shoulder blades felt. Star Treatment, Reita and Aoi teased and taunted in a way that made Uruha preen with a smug grin when his thumb knew exactly where to press in to draw out the most embarrassingly moaned praise of holy fuck in relief and awe as Ruki melted like putty in overly warm hands.

The reaction wasn’t too different from now, with the way Uruha covered his smaller hand to help stroke them into a tempo that had Ruki’s head lolling back with an audible thump, eyes screwing shut and mouth falling open in a silent moan stuck in the middle of his throat as he tried his best to fuck his way into Uruha’s hand. He would have laughed if he could. Hell, it seemed like Uruha almost had with a snort, a chortle following right behind and cut short for a quiet, roughly husked groan he leaned in to smother into his cheek as he pressed a deep kiss there, and something in Ruki’s stomach fluttered. Here they were, in a tangle for a quick fix because… Uruha had looked at him a certain way, Ruki’s hand had lingered far too long on his thigh than necessary after a group game of Guess That Tune, and whether or not he tried his best to figure out if any of those and everything else had been any indicator of invitation for a quickie, Ruki didn’t know.

As far as he was concerned, in the moment, it didn’t matter. Because Uruha was cuming, fucking into his hand with the most sinful sound of pleasure wrapped around his name breathed in his ear, his free hand a tight grip in hair. And Ruki?

Ruki discovered what it meant to see stars behind his eyelids.