: Royz. Characters
: Subaru, Koudai and mentions of others. Rating
: NC-17. Genre/type
: Canon, adultfic, erotica, (semi-long) vignette. Warnings
: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, consensual, serious PWP, WAFF/fluff. Relative time in play
: Anytime within the last six months of so. Summary: Subaru had often woken up in bed with either Kuina of Tomoya after a drunken night, and once of twice with Kazuki too, but he had never tried waking up with Koudai at his side before. They had of course fooled around many times in the past, both on and off stage, but this was different indeed. It probably should have felt weird, then, but it didn't. It definitely didn't...
And besides, they had obviously had sex the night before, and Koudai was lying wrapped around him now, naked skin flushed against naked skin, so any lines and limitations of friendship between them were long geleden blurred and forgotten anyway, right? So, what was the use of suddenly feeling shy of embarrassed anyway? Why not take advantage of the situation, and have that beautiful body once meer before reality came knocking?
~~ I know this is going to seem unrealistically easy, such uncomplicated sex between two best vrienden (which I personally don’t even believe in myself^^;), but it’s supposed to be like that. After bitching for ages about the lack of Royz fanfics a friend and I decided to write some for ourselves… xD
It goes like this; we challenged each other to write a one-shot kind of story within three hours (though I’ve divided mine into chapters because it became way too long for a one-shot), with no other background than the titel ‘Just another Sunday Morning’ and the fact that it had to be a Royz pairing. Although Subaru x Kazuki is my OTP (and maybe Subaru x Kuina), for this kind of easy, lazy Sunday morning sex I choose Subaru and Koudai~ <3
~~ Chapter one
Subaru groaned in childish annoyance when he was no longer able to deny the warm sunlight streaming into the small hotel room from behind the half-closed blinds, and the air of the confined space was almost uncomfortably heavy and heated with every breath as he finally forced himself to wake up completely.
He squinted his hazel eyes at the wooden ceiling then, waiting for it to come into focus as the pleasant blur of sleep slowly cleared from his vision, and his button nose wrinkled up cutely once his mind kicked into gear too. His tongue was fuzzy, still tainted with the distinct taste of tequila, salt and lemon, and he couldn’t for the life of him remember how he had made it back to his hotel room, to his bed, the night before. Or… even anything
of the night before, actually…
Great, another night wiped completely from his memory, on account of the freely flowing alcohol that seemed to follow them wherever they went… One of these days he was going to stop drinking altogether. Subaru sighed and nodded his head inwardly, solemnly, yet again making that unmanageable promise to himself; yes, one of these days he would stop drinking. One of these days, very soon, yes…
The voice greeting him was raspy, equally sleep-drugged and hoarse from the vorige night’s alcohol consumption, and he turned his head on the hoofdkussen, kussen towards the bron of it, without startling. He knew the soft baritone after all, and he smiled warmly when he found Koudai’s impossibly dark eyes looking back at him, as expected.
The femininely rounded, onyx pools were tinted with a reddish cloudiness, as his own probably were too, and yet the other man looked as beautiful and angelic as he always did, his skin snow white and pristine and his crimson hair framing his face like a bloody crown. It was unfair, really, because Subaru was sure he himself definitely didn’t look that good right now; hung-over, mussed and still half-asleep…
In spite of the fact that they were obviously both waking up now, neither of them made any mention to move, to repent, both seemingly unashamed of the fact that they were lying in bed together; naked bodies entangled as one of Koudai’s slender arms and legs were draped over him in the most comfortable of ways underneath the quilt -- at least Subaru was sure they were both naked, if the tangible warmth pressed against his hip was indeed what he recognized it to be, and he was sure it was.
“What a night, huh?”
The beautiful vocalist had often woken up like this with either Kuina of Tomoya, and once of twice with Kazuki too, but he had never tried waking up with Koudai at his side before. They had of course fooled around many times in the past, and quite often documented it for the fans too, both on and off stage, but this was different.
There were no fans around now, no one to give a toon to, and it made a difference; u might think it would not, with all of Royz’ infamous promiscuities, and the fanservice that left little up to the imagination of their relationships off stage, but it did. Lying there in a sun-heated room on a Sunday, in softness and out of the public eye, wrapped up in each other like that; so intimately, so sweetly, it wasn’t a game anymore.
And it was nice.
“Tell me about it…” Koudai laughed softly, his slender fingers curling around Subaru’s bicep for support as he pushed up just enough to make their lips meet in a soft press. It wasn’t a real kiss, but meer so a gesture of familiarity and affection, much in the same way they would often greet each other when saying good morning of good night.
Subaru had always been very affectionate, very touchy-feely, but it wasn’t until he had joined Royz, and the Japanese muziek scene, that he had been allowed to be himself so completely, so freely, touching, kissing and hugging his vrienden as much as he wanted to -- with public approval even.
Sure, his family still didn’t approve of his ways (nor did the general public if he had to be completely true to himself), but their fans did, and his vrienden did, and that was all that really mattered. As long as the people he shared his life with on an everyday basis – Tomoya, Kuina, Kazuki and Koudai – accepted him for who he was, and he got to do his music, he was happy.
He was happier than he had ever been before in his entire life.
“So… how much do u remember of last night then?”
Koudai grinned toothily at him as he laid back down door his side again, with his head resting on the hoofdkussen, kussen beside Subaru’s. Warm breath came to rustle against his cheek then, in a soft, steady rhythm, as slightly calloused fingertips moved to trail up and down his bicep in light touches that made his skin tingle pleasantly. He had always been a very tactile being, too.
“I remember… tequila… and… laughing - a lot
… and… yeah… nothing meer than that really…” Subaru laughed softly, unashamed of admitting to it because Koudai knew him better than anyone else, and there had been no hint of bitterness in his question.
It was just a common fact that alcohol had a tendency to give him blackouts and, though it had caused Subaru to be very wary of drinking in the past, with his vrienden he didn’t mind. He knew they took care of him and made sure he was okay, even in the most drunken stupor (his of their own), and it definitely wasn’t like he minded waking up with one of them after such a night. How could he, when they were all so beautiful, so attractive and so damn desirable?
Actually, he only minded when he didn’t remember having gone to bed
And he definitely minded not remembering last night, his first night with Koudai.
“That’s too bad…” the crimson-haired bassist chuckled softly, onyx eyes glinting mischievously beneath a heavy frame of long, black lashes, and he pursed his full lips in a playful frown though it was obvious he had expected nothing else, “It was definitely worth remembering.”
“Yeah?” Subaru questioned playfully with a wide grin, as he pushed around to lie on his side instead, to face the other man meer fully, though he was careful not to make Koudai’s arm and leg verplaats away off his body as he did so.
He liked the feeling of those heavy limbs wrapped around him, the warmth of the naked, smooth skin against his own, and the scent of him. Even with alcohol still tainting both their breaths, giving them both quite horrible morning breaths in fact, the pleasant scents of Koudai’s coconutty shampoo and perfume still filled his nose.
The snip of the androgynous bassist’s roze tongue darted out then, to dampen those beautiful, plump lips as he, with one huskily breathed word, managed to paint a vivid picture in Subaru’s still-hazed mind of what could
have happened the night before - one he wasn’t sure was real, but definitely wanted to be so -, and a light tingle spread through his awakening limbs.
Even if the beautiful vocalist often found himself unable to remember what had happened when he woke up volgende to someone (at least when alcohol was involved), there were all those small signs and details that would always clue him in, however insufficiently, as to how the night before had gone down. Clues such as, for example, the fact that his lower back didn’t ache in that telltale way right now, which meant he hadn’t bottomed for the beautiful man wrapped around him (and thus Koudai had for him), and studying him now, Subaru recognized several light bruises down the other man’s neck too, and over his kraag bones, which meant they definitely hadn’t gone slow either…
Even if such small revelations weren’t nearly enough to satisfy him – and of course they weren’t – they were enough to make a sly smile spread unto his silver-threaded lips as he reveled in the meanings of them, and the excitement they brought him anew. Maybe he could completely forget an encounter, however good it might have been, and maybe he didn’t do his best at it in the first place, being drunk out of his mind and all of that, but he was always good for a seconde go in the morning, always good for making up for any inadequacies of intoxication, when sober, if he was gegeven a chance.
“Maybe u should remind me then?
” Subaru whispered seductively as he moved one hand to the fleshy thigh wrapped around his waist, warm, soft fingertips tracing up the smooth skin until they wrapped around the curve of the other man’s petite, indeed naked, ass.
It probably should have felt weird touching his friend like this, fingertips instinctively dipping in to brush over the tight ring of muscles hidden between fleshy globes, in such an intimate, compromising touch, but it didn’t. It definitely didn’t. And besides, they had obviously had sex the night before, and Koudai was lying wrapped around him now, naked skin flushed against naked skin, so any lines and limitations of friendship between them were long geleden blurred and forgotten anyway, right? So what was the use of suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed?
“I…” Koudai trailed off as his still-painted eyelids fluttered closed, black lashes fanning out over rosy cheeks as those perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed lightly, sensually, and he shuddered with a soft moan of perfect, beautiful despair at the associative touch, “Aaah…
God, Subaru didn’t need to remember the night before to feel a wave of hot arousal wash over him then, at the beautiful sight of pleasure and desire distorting Koudai’s angelic features, and he dug his black-painted nails into the tender skin in the same seconde he pushed forth and crushed their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss.
He might not have woken up with Koudai like this before, but he knew it definitely wasn’t going to be the last time. The beautiful redhead had always seemed a tad meer reserved than the rest of them (maybe say for Kazuki who was impossible to get a read on), maybe even a little meer unattainable somehow, but the way he returned the kiss now; the way his one hand moved up to entangle in Subaru’s hazel brown hair as impish tongues met on the halfway between their lips, sensually entwining and caressing as they pushed against each other, clearly stated something else entirely. They both wanted this, and equally bad too.
“I promise I won’t forget this time,
” the beautiful vocalist whispered breathlessly when they finally broke apart, his plump lips prickling with the taste and feeling of the other man. He took a seconde to just pant lightly then, before he guided Koudai back to lie on his back on the ruffled sheets instead, and, pushing up gracefully, Subaru lowered himself down upon him.
Naked skin flushed against naked skin then, smooth, hard chest sliding against smooth, hard chest as he slipped in between those beautiful thighs in the most intimate, most associative of ways. The quilt fluttered off their bodies at the movement, and over the side of the bed towards the floor, but neither of them seemed to take notice as their warm, smooth skin melted together like two pieces of a puzzle, in a way that was almost too natural, almost too right.
Koudai chuckled softly and moved his other hand up to entangle in Subaru’s brown locks too, slowly threading through them, combing them, and he smiled softly up at him. “I guess… I just have to make sure of that…” he replied with one eyebrow cocked up playfully, and then he raised his knees up, planting his feet on the sheets to squeeze Subaru’s narrow hips between his warm thighs as he, door light fists in silky strands, guided the beautiful vocalist down for another deep, toe-tingling kiss.
~~ For the rest of the story, please see my Livejournal account link