😈 - a spicy drabble of our muses for the innocent lil angel~
Kou had invited Hiroto over to the studio after they had talked about the process of creating the music for Damned and he was finding he truly enjoyed the company of the guitarist, whether or not he was a demon. The smaller male was happy to have the chance to see the space that got to see much of the inspiration and the result of the work. Despite his pure curiosity and wanting to hear some of the works in progress, maybe even to play some riffs with him, he was finding that being in a fairly enclosed space without anyone else was quickly proving to be...difficult for the angel.
While he was able to look around and comment not only on the instruments and brands that were used, even having an excited moment when he saw the recording and sound equipment they used, he was distracted. The taller guitarist was beautiful, and he was sure that Kou knew it, especially with the confident way that he moved and spoke - even if there were small moments of awkward silence when they'd first met. Those seemed to just be natural parts of learning how well you communicated with someone though.
His mind was wandering places that startled him when Kou's hand slid down the neck of a guitar, over the microphone as they talked, and he was finding it was difficult to breathe. As he picked up a guitar and began to play a riff, he could have sworn that Kou watched his own fingers the same way, not just with appreciation for the skill that he showed. If he was wrong, he would be especially confused by the looks he was sure he kept seeing that didn't seem curious about his nature or about their conversations.
And then...as he played, Kou moved behind the chair, lowed his head so his mouth was near Hiroto's ear and spoke lowly, just discussing the chord progression and saying he wanted a better view of how he played, and a shiver ran through the angel, making him sit up slightly straighter, which resulted in the brush of lips against his ear that he couldn't help making a soft sound in response too, his fingers wavering on the strings as he eyes closed.
Kou was quickly becoming his vice...and it shouldn't be so, right? There should be a separation between the two, even if they were in the same industry here on Earth...they shouldn't be close. And he certainly shouldn't be wishing the hands that were currently over his and on the guitar he held were touching him instead. And then something told him that he should turn his head, just as one of those hands slid under his shirt and he gasped out and turned his head in time to catch Kou's lips in a kiss that was likely meant for his cheek or jawline and he let out a quiet moan as he surrendered into the feelings as heat seemed to explode throughout his entire body.
Fingers grazed over his throat and then wrapped around it to shift the angle of his head as Kou deepened the kiss and he let out a quiet whimper as the other guitarist's long fingers slid along his torso, slowly exploring every inch, and then everything stopped, those lips and hands moved away and Hiroto was left feeling cold, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.
Kou didn't apologize, and from the way that he was still looking at him, Hiroto felt that this was better than a half-hearted apology. There was a question in the other's eyes though, trying to see how Hiroto felt about the situation and he glanced away. "We...we can't Kou." He whispered, looking down at his hands as he held the guitar in a bit of a tighter grip than he though he had been.
Despite him saying this, he didn't leave, didn't go anywhere. "Show me what you've been working on?" He asked breathily, trying to calm himself, and then he stood and walked over to where Kou sat so he could see the visualizer and put the second pair of headphones on.
They were close again, far too close, and Hiroto could feel the heat radiating off of the other guitarist, and this time...it was him. He turned Kou's chair slightly, looking into his eyes as his breath hitched, and then he kissed him like he'd been drowning, and the angel was the perfect size to straddle Kou's lap as he tangled his fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss as he continued to listen to the music, his heart seeming to beat in rhythm to it.
Kou murmured that he thought they couldn't do this, and Hiroto let out a breathy whine as though he didn't want to be reminded of his own words, and then roaming hands made him gasp as he stood and stepped back, panting as he looked at Kou with an apologetic gaze. He wasn't sorry for kissing him, but sorry for pulling away.
By the time Hiroto finally said he had to go, his shirt had been discarded in a corner of the room, his pants unbuttoned and his hair a mess. Kou was in a similar state of undress and was looking proudly over some of the marks that he had snuck on Hiroto's chest and neck even if Hiroto kept pushing him away, kept trying to run. They both knew though...he couldn't stay away from the demon, no matter the danger.
When he went to recover his shirt, Kou hugged him as he stood and pressed kiss to his neck, sighing deeply and Hiroto frowned, pressing close to him and shivering as he felt the clothed length that pressed against him, knowing that he would reveal the same arousal if Kou touched him...and if that happened, he didn't think he would leave. "I'm...I'm sorry...it's just...too much." And once he was dressed, Kou gave him another breath-stealing kiss before letting him go and giving him a knowing look.