koori_neko | fic, In The Heat Of a Light, D'espairsRay, Hizu/Zero, NC-17

Title: In the Heat of a Light
Author: kurenai_neko
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Fandom: Hizumi/Zero, D'espairsRay
Warning: Hmm none really
Disclaimer: As always, they don't belong to me
A/N: I asked Maya what she wanted for a fic and she said Zero...so I'm going with that and doing this for KinkBingo prompt Object Penetration (sex toys worn under clothing)

Summary: Zero was going to kill Hizumi, or at least screw him through the floor...

Two hours before they needed to get to the concert hall for sound check and all Zero could think about was the three fingers pushing into him, hitting his prostate on every other stroke.
Hizumi was licking and kissing over his neck and shoulders, his naked body stretched out over Zero's back as well as he could while still keeping the angle.
Zero's forehead rested on his arms, hands bunching the sheet as he grasped them hard to keep himself grounded. He gave up a sound he'd easily admit to being a whimper when the fingers withdrew, and groaned in surprise when Hizumi's made a pushing motion, indicating that he should turn around.
Doing so, he was met by the sight of curious eyes and a half-parted lips, but when he rose to kiss the vocalist he was pushed down.

”Close your eyes.”

Doing as he was told, Zero jumped when a tongue circled his cock, before a warm mouth encompassed him. Nimble fingers stroke the base of his erection and combined with the suction it didn't take long for Zero to climax, aided by the groan around his member when Hizumi came against his leg.
Sated, the bassist rolled out of their bed and fetched a damp cloth to dry himself off. When he came back into the bedroom, he saw Hizumi sitting on the bed, back to the bathroom door, and shoulders hunched.
Zero crawled up against Hizumi's back and frowned when he saw the vocalist bite his lower lip.

“Anything wrong, Hizu?”

“What? No, of course not. Just that...”

“Hmm?”

“Well...you know what you said a few nights ago?”

Kissing Hizumi's bare neck, fingers combing through unruly hair, Zero just hummed.

“Zero...eh...I got you something.”

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Twenty minutes into the concert and Zero was ready to kill his boyfriend... or throw him down and fuck him through the stage. Every movement made the butt plug move just a fraction and the evilbutohsogood shape of it forced into his bundle of nerves no matter how he stood. Sweat was breaking out at his neck and for once he was happy about the hot lights disguising his discomfort. He sent a glare at the vocalist, who just smiled back at him.
Seeing the other man come closer, Zero tried to back away, knowing fully well that a single touch would just make it worse, but when he backed into a tower of speakers and Hizumi still was advancing on him, he gave up and tried to focus solely on keeping his fingers moving. The crowd went louder as they most likely thought it was a bout of fanservice in progress, and screamed when Hizumi's tongue grazed the bassist's cheek. Zero just groaned and swore to himself that he would get his revenge somehow.

It seemed like the gig would never end, that he'd been teetering on the edge forever and this was how his life had always been – blinding lights, screaming crowd, and pleasure bordering on pain. The fans on the front row had reached for him as Zero had knelt as a jerking movement had sent a jolt up his back and to his knees.
Hizumi's hands hand been touching him, just fleeting touches of skin on skin when a finger, the outside of a hand had connected with him.
As the final notes of the second encore finally faded away and the crowd called for more, the bassist was almost sobbing, tongue in a vice grip between his teeth to keep the pleasure-discomfort from showing.
He stumble off the stage on wobbly legs, the world around him out of focus and a disturbing warmth shooting through his body. Everything was spinning as if he'd had too little to drink and his cock was so hard it hurt. Zero made it just out of the way before leaning his forehead against the cold concrete wall, contemplating banging his head against it, but he figured that any movement would make the plug move as well, so he kept still.

Hizumi found Zero there after worming his way out of a short briefing with a sound techie and grinned. Anyone knowing the bassist could clearly see he was edgy, and since the vocalist knew exactly why, he also knew what was going through Zero's mind.

“Ready to leave?” Hizumi asked, putting a hand on Zero's shoulder.

All he got was a cold, yet desperate glare before Zero shrugged him off and tried to stalk out to the car. It looked more like a defeated limping though.

Zero had no idea how he got from the venue to the elevator at their hotel, but the ride up to their room seemed like it would never end. People kept getting in and out of the box and even though theirs was on the sixth floor, it could have been on the moon for all Zero knew.
Taking a deep breath when he saw the number change from 5 to 6, he pushed off the wall and, grinding his teeth together hard, rushed to their room and unlocked the door. He quickly stripped off his shirt, then closed his eyes to wait for the vocalist.
When he heard the door, Zero looked up, eyes pleading. Nothing but his promise to let Hizumi take out the toy held Zero from removing it and he really really hoped his lover would keep good to his word.
But Hizumi seemed content standing just inside the door.

“H-hizu...please...”

Zero's desperate plea went straight to Hizumi's cock and with a low growl he pounced on the bassist, pushing him down on the bed, making Zero cry out when the plug showed roughly further in.

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't care...j-just...just do something about it...”

“Ok. Lay back.”

The vocalist voice was soft as he bent down and pulled off Zero's sneakers and opened the fly to the sinfully tight jeans. He smiled at the bassist obviously content moan as the hard cock sprang free of its confines and bent down to lick along the hard shaft.

“Please...don't tease, Hizu...I...it hurts.”

“Turn over.”

Moving as fast as he could, Zero flipped over on his stomach, a small gasp escaping him. He pushed up into Hizumi's hands, trying to make the other man speed things up and he groaned when the vocalist seemed to get the message. Long fingers gently took the handle of the plug and just as gently pulled it out. Zero hissed as it moved past the muscle and whined at the sudden empty feeling. Then he heard the tearing of foil and the snap of the lube opening and he pushes up on his knees.
He still clenches up when two slick fingers press against his hole and he has to concentrate on relaxing, on letting Hizumi's fingers breach the ring of muscle. It takes a few strokes, but then he's pushing back into the hand, hands clenched in the sheets and goose bumps racing up his back.

Hizumi quickly pulls out when he notices Zero pushing back against him, and slowly, as slowly as he can muster he pushes into the welcoming hole, a moan slipping between his lips.

“Come on, Hizu.”

“F-fuck, you're tight, Zero.”

Taking a moment to calm down, the vocalist starts pushing into Zero, long deep thrusts, making them both moan loudly. Hizumi can feel his orgasm rushing in on him and not wanting to come before Zero does, he reches over and starts stroking the weeping member in time with his thrusts.

Zero feels the touch as if detached, his own released held back for so long it's almost hard to find it again. He whites out only to come back again, and when he finally comes over Hizumi's hand it's like a white hot current that's almost painful in its simplicity. His arms give away just as he feels Hizumi thrust one, two, three times then letting out a loud groan as he freezes and comes.
He's gently lowered down on the bed, the sudden contact of cloth to his sensitive nerves making him jump and he falls asleep before Hizumi returns to slip down next to him under the covers.