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Title: Under Wraps
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, humor
Content Notes: Male/male sex, bondage, rimming
Pairing: Aoi X Kai
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: What do you do when you have way, way too many rolls of plastic wrap on hand? Aoi has some inventive ideas.
Comments: Written for the Bondage (Other) square on one of my Kink Bingo cards.

Every band, it seemed, had one guy who was designated as The Guy Who Can Cook. That person was always destined to have hungry bandmates dropping by his apartment at any hour of the day or night. “Um, would you happen to have any, you know, leftovers? I got all involved in writing a song, and didn’t go shopping, and now the stores are closed . . .”

Which mean, of course, that The Guy Who Can Cook would inevitably cook a full meal for himself and his visitor – plus some extra for the inevitable one or two other people who’d drop in over the course of the meal. (Sometimes, not even from The Guy’s own band. Word on who could cook spread fast through the PSC grapevine).

Now, if the one bearing the title The Guy Who Can Cook also happens to bear the title Leader-san, we’re talking someone who has the ultimate title One Of The Busiest People In All Tokyo, And That’s Saying A Lot.

Which is why Kai had taken to ordering groceries from an online delivery service. Because there was no way in hell he had time to go out shopping.

He was waiting for one such delivery on this particular day, while sitting on the floor by his living room table, working on his laptop. There were so many little details that needed to be worked out before a tour. He wanted to cross every T and dot every I to ensure they’d be dealing with as few crises as possible. (Which meant he’d still be putting out metaphorical brush fires on the first day – they’d just be smaller brush fires).

He stretched and yawned when the buzzer rang for his door. Good, the delivery people were here. He pushed the button. “Hello?”

“Hey,” said a familiar voice that was definitely not a deliveryman. “Can I come up for a few minutes?”

Oh, great, Aoi was here. Which meant he was probably looking for food. “Sure,” Kai said. “If you don’t mind me looking casual.” Which meant jeans, a T-shirt and his glasses.

“I’ve seen you in less than casual,” Aoi said. “Okay, I’m coming up.”

Kai had a bit of a blush as he buzzed his visitor in. He began wondering whether Aoi was looking for something other than food. They had a casual friends-with-benefits relationship – hell, he had them with almost all his bandmates, to some extent or another.

His relationship with Aoi, though, was, shall we say, more unpredictable than the others. He had a way of looking for a hot time at odd hours – like showing up first thing in the morning, or dragging Kai off to a storage closet during a recording session.

There was no way in hell he’d be able to say he had a boring sex life, at least.

When he opened the door, the guitarist confirmed his suspicions by pulling him in for a kiss right away. Kai slowly melted into it, letting Aoi pull him closer. He had to admit that the man had instant seduction skills.

“Hi,” Aoi said, when the kiss broke. “I like it when you look casual.”

“I was busy,” Kai said. “And I’ve got a delivery man coming here any minute with food.”

“Delivery man?” Aoi said, teasingly, running his fingers lightly over Kai’s head to his neck, making the younger man shiver. “Tell me, do you give him . . . special payment? You know, like they do in pornos?”

Kai’s eyes nearly bugged out far enough to slam into his glasses. “AOI!” he said, turning redder than the tomatoes he was expecting in his order.

“Kidding, kidding,” Aoi said. “I know you wouldn’t give it up for just anyone.” Pause. “Of course, if he was really cute . . .”

Fortunately, the buzzer rang again before Kai’s head could explode. He groped for the button and said, “Hello?”

“Good day, we are here with the delivery,” came the voice through the speaker.

Thank God. Saved by the bell. Or the buzzer. “Come up,” Kai told them. Turning to Aoi, he said, “Can you please help me unpack the boxes?”

“That depends,” Aoi said, wrapping his arms around Kai’s waist. “Is there a reward?”

Kai’s jaw dropped so hard and so fast he thought it was going to slam into the floor. Dammit, he should have come to expect answers like that by now. “I’ll tell you afterward!” he said, quickly.

“I can be patient,” Aoi said, letting go of Kai’s waist just as the knock came on the door.

Kai bowed to the deliverymen as they carried in the boxes, setting them down precisely on the kitchen table and counters. He signed the invoice, and bowed again as they left. He didn’t look to see if Aoi was bowing as well. He just hoped he wasn’t noticeably checking out the posterior on the younger and more attractive of them.

“Mmm,” Aoi said as the door shut behind them. “Maybe we can roleplay that sometime.” He slid his arms around Kai’s waist again, pressing into him from behind. “You be the customer, and I’ll bring in your box of groceries, and then you can pay me in pleasure . . .”

Dammit, why did he have to know how to use his voice just so? Why did those words conjure up all kinds of deliciously dirty images of himself bent over the kitchen table, hands splayed flat on the surface, and Aoi behind him, pushing into him hard and fast and deep . . .

He found himself breathing heavily, cheeks flushing. And then, he remembered there were perishables in those boxes.
“Put the stuff away first,” he said, breathlessly. “Play later.”

He headed to the kitchen quickly, hearing Aoi amble along casually behind him. He’d be putting away those groceries fast, all right.

* * *

They’d gotten halfway though unpacking the last box when Aoi realized something was wrong.

“That’s an awful lot of Saran Wrap you’ve got there,” he said.

Kai looked over, confused. Saran Wrap? He’d only ordered two rolls. He looked in the box, and . . .

“Six?” he said. “SIX rolls?”

“Planning on wrapping up your drumset before the tour?” Aoi said, casually.

“What the hell am I going to do with six rolls of Saran Wrap?” Kai said. He’d typed two. He knew he had. Or had something or someone interrupted him, or distracted him, and he hit the wrong thing . . .

And he’d just signed for it all, without looking at what the invoice said. Lesson learned. Now, he was stuck with enough Saran Wrap to make an airtight seal on his entire car – two times over.

“Oh, no,” he said, taking out one roll, then another, and another “Wbat am I going to do with all this?”

Aoi took one of the rolls, a sly smile crossing his face. “I can think of some things.”

There was no doubt behind the intent of that smile, either. There was just a certain way that Aoi’s grin tilted sometimes that let you know that he had entire pornos running through his mind, and he wanted you to star in every one of them.

Furthermore, when you saw him look like that the idea of deep-throating someone in front of a camera suddenly began seeming very, very attractive to you. It was if he had mind control powers that were transmitted through his lips and teeth.

Kai just stood there, breathless and tongue-tied, hands still full of enough Saran Wrap to seal in Tokyo Tower.

“What kind of things?” he said, amazed his voice was still working.

“I’m not going to tell you.” And just like that, Aoi was behind Kai, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer. “I’m going to show you.”

Kai dropped the boxes with a clatter that sounded like garbage cans falling down the stairs. He gripped the counter with both hands, feeling the other man’s body press against him, and something in particular pressing against his ass. Was that a hand working its way under his T-shirt? Why, yes, it was.

“You’re going to like what I have to offer,” Aoi murmured, the fingers sliding up to a nipple and caressing it. “After I’m done with you? You won’t be able to look at plastic without getting hot.”

Kai wanted to say that would make life a bit difficult when one went to a combini, but then those fingers were sliding over the little bud, stroking and teasing it into a hard peak, and he found himself closing his eyes, surrendering to the other man’s skillful touch.

“Do you like it when I do this?” Aoi said, gently squeezing between his thumb and forefinger, and Kai jerked his hips backward, gasping. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” Kai panted. “Yes, please!”

He felt Aoi tugging his shirt upward, and he moved back from the counter, arms above his head, allowing himself to be stripped. He found himself flat-out panting when Aoi’s hands moved to his pants, yanking down the zipper. He reached down and guided the other man’s hands as he pushed jeans and underwear down and off.

“That’s more like it,” Aoi said, stepping back from Kai just long enough to strip off his own clothes. Kai turned around, eyes running over the other man in his naked glory, and it didn’t seem strange at all that they were doing this in the kitchen. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Just the aura that Aoi projected made every room in the apartment feel like a bedroom.

Kai suddenly felt himself pushed against the wall, and his arms held over his head, moaning as the other man lowered his head to his chest. A hot, wet tongue was teasing the nipple his fingers had pleasured before, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through Kai’s body.

“Oh, yes,” he moaned. “Lick me, suck me . . .”

“Mmmm . . . who am I to turn down something that delicious?” The mouth closed over Kai’s nipple, and he closed his eyes, moaning. And Aoi was promising that whatever he had planned with the plastic was better than this? Kai couldn’t imagine.

The guitarist raised his head. “Now, I want you to stand over there, by the table, with your hands at your sides. Close your eyes.”

Kai looked perplexed. “Hands at my sides?”

“Right against your body,” Aoi said. “It’ll be worth it.”

Kai shrugged and closed his eyes. He could hear the sound of the box of Saran Wrap being opened, and then the crinkle of plastic . . . He felt Aoi hold an end of the wrap against the middle of his back, and then stretch it around his body, until it made a complete loop.

And then, he kept wrapping it, and wrapping it, and wrapping it. He felt the plastic pass over the same spot he started in a couple more times before Aoi started moving upward, wrapping higher, then starting to work downward.

He kept waiting for him to stop, but he didn’t. My God, Kai thought, is he going to use the whole roll? The more Aoi wrapped, the less Kai was able to use his arms – or, for that matter, move much at all. He was being flat-out mummified in Saran Wrap.

“Is that okay?” Aoi said. “It’s not too tight, is it? You can stay like that for awhile?”

Kai nodded. No, it wasn’t too tight. Aoi had applied this most unusual form of bondage expertly. He began to wonder if he made a regular practice of sealing his lovers for freshness.

“So, you’ve never experienced anything like this before, have you?” Aoi finally finished the job – and, yes, he had used the whole roll. Kai was wrapped up from just under his shoulders to his navel, his arms held firmly against his body.

“No,” Kai said. It was the truth. He’d had lovers tie him to the bedpost before, but this? Uncharted territory. New, and strange, and kind of silly, but . . .

It was sexy. Oh, yes, was it sexy. He was at the other man’s mercy for pleasure – something that was very, very attractive to someone who spent so much time in control.

“What about this?” Aoi said, standing behind Kai like he had before, his hands running up and down his torso, and over his nipples like before . . .

But rather than feeling the touch directly, the sensation of skin on skin, it was muffled through the plastic. Kai could feel the movement, and the heat through the plastic, but not the jolts of pleasure like before.

The so-close-and-yet-so-far sensations were like an addict seeing his fix right in front of him, but knowing he couldn’t reach it. It was vexing and frustrating and, paradoxically, so exciting it made his heart pound,

“I . . . I want you to touch me . . .” Kai gasped.

“But I am touching you,” Aoi said, fingers running up and down the other man’s chest. “Just like before. It’s not enough?”

“N-no . . .” Kai gasped.

“Maybe you’d like this instead?” He reached down and ran his hand along Kai’s leg, right at the most sensitive spot on his thigh – and Kai moaned, the shock of pleasure feeling more intense than usual after the muffled touches of before.

“Oh . . . oh, yes . . .” Kai struggled a little against the plastic binding him, every part of him flooded with an urge to touch Aoi in return – which was impossible.

“Or this?” The hand moved to Kai’s ass, caressing it softly, and Kai leaned back against it, letting out a loud groan. “Oh, you do like this, don’t you? You know, I have other uses for wrap like this. Would you like to know what they are?”

Kai was shuddering in anticipation as he felt those skilled fingers gently tracing the cleft, dipping in just a little, offering the promise of more. “God, yes,” he moaned.

“Then you’ll have to bend over,” Aoi said, putting his hands on Kai’s shoulders and propelling him across the room.. “Face-down on the table.”

Kai obeyed, thinking that when Aoi had bent him over like this before, he’d been able to brace himself with his hands – which was impossible now. He had to pretty much lie his torso flat on his surface, feeling the plastic pull at his skin as he did so, adding a tiny spark of pain to the excitement already building in him.

“That’s it,” Aoi said, fingers caressing Kai’s bottom. “Oh, yes, look at that ass. You need to bend over like that more often.”

Kai heard rustling, and more Saran Wrap being torn off. There was the sensation of liquid lube being poured into his cleft – Aoi must have gone into his pocket to get his ever-present bottle of the slick stuff.

“Just relax,” Aoi said, his voice a silken purr. “You’re going to love this.”

And then, the sensation of plastic being smoothed over his bottom, and hot breath, and something hot and wet and strong pressing at him through the wrap, moving back and forth over his opening.

“Aaah!” Kai cried. This was just a single layer of plastic, it didn’t muffle sensation like his mummy wraps – and could he ever feel it. Aoi’s tongue wiggled against his entrance, teasing it, flicking in and out, running along the edges. It pushed in just a tiny bit, then pulled out, then pushed in again . . .

“More,” Kai moaned. “Please . . .”

“More of what, baby?” Aoi murmured, pulling his mouth away just long enough to speak. “Tell me.”

“Your mouth,” Kai said. “Your tongue. I want your tongue in me.”

Aoi pushed it in just a little again, then pulled it out, quickly. “Like that?”

“No,” Kai said. “I want you to fuck me with it.”

“Mmmm.” Aoi settled his face between Kai’s cheeks, letting him feel his hot breath on his entrance, just making his need and ache greater. “Naughty boy, wanting to be tongue-fucked like that. I’m going to have to leave you in those wrappings a little longer.”

Kai wanted to say he didn’t care, as far as he was concerned he could stay wrapped up for an eternity – but then, Aoi pushed his tongue into him, strong and soft and hot and wet entering him little by little.

It moved around, exploring, touching, stroking, stimulating nerves Kai didn’t know were there. He struggled against the wrappings, wanting to touch his own body, his nipples, his cock, but it was impossible. His pleasure rested entirely with the man who was starting to thrust that wicked, wonderful tongue in and out, curling and curving all the way.

Kai began to moan and writhe against the table, not even aware of what he was saying, a stream of pleas and obscenities and praises. He thrust his hips backward, wanting to take in more of the luscious thing that was invading him, rubbing and brushing against spots that made him tingle all over.

When the tongue suddenly curled upward, rubbing hard against a certain bundle of nerves, Kai cried out. “Aoi . . . oh, Aoi, oh, you feel so good . . .”

Aoi pulled his tongue out, gently. “You like having my tongue fuck you, don’t you? You like it all hot and wet inside you, you like feeling it move.”

“Yes!” Kai gasped.

“You want to feel my cock next, don’t you?” Aoi purred. “You want to be filled with something hard. You want it so deep in you that you think you’re going to explode, but you love every bit of it.”

Just his words were almost enough to make Kai tremble. “Please,” he begged.

“Please, what?” Aoi was standing up, reaching for the lube.

“Please, fuck me,” Kai moaned. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely . . .” Kai felt a finger push into him, and that brought on a fresh series of hot, loud, erotic noises. He just hoped the neighbors weren’t paying attention.

He pushed his hips back again as the finger fucked him, hard, the same way Aoi’s tongue had. Before he could even ask for more, the second finger was there, and Aoi was murmuring how lusciously tight he was, and how good he’d feel around his cock.

Kai just tensed, anticipating what was to come. He knew from experience that sleeping with Aoi wasn’t like being with anyone else. The man had something, shall we say, extra. The third finger pushed into him, and he moaned, “Yes, yes, open me up, I need it, I need to feel you . . .”

“Such an eager boy,” Aoi murmured, pulling the fingers out. “Well, I’m just going to have to give you what you want, aren’t I?” The sound of the lube bottle opening, and then wetness poured into his cleft again . . .

Then, hands grasping him and pulling him apart, and the promised hardness invading his body in the most luscious way. He was still face-first on the table, and writhing, and now he had the pain from the plastic pulling on him mixing with the pain-pleasure of initial penetration . . . It was wild, and wicked, and insane in the very best way.

And then, he felt IT pressing against him. Oh, God. Aoi’s cock piercing felt good under normal circumstances, rubbing against Kai in a way normal flesh could not, totally hard and seeming to have a radar to find his sensitive spots.

Now, after the rimming, it had him almost on the verge of coming.

“Oh, Kai, so damn tight,” Aoi moaned as he paused, letting Kai get used to the sensation of being filled. “You’re gripping me, baby.”

“You feel . . .” Kai moaned. “I can’t describe it. So good, so good and hard and . . .”

“Hard?” Aoi said. “You like my addition, don’t you?” He started to thrust. “You like feeling it rub up against you, the way it caresses you . . .”

“Yes!” Kai gasped. “Your cock is so big, and hard, and hot, and the piercing is . . . is . . .”

And then, words failed him, because Aoi was starting to thrust into him harder and faster, filling him, possessing him, claiming him anew with each snap of his hips. The little ornament slid over sensitive flesh again and again, hard metal where there had once been a soft tongue.

“Fuck me,” Kai cried. “Hard, and fast, and . . .”

“Oh, yeah, just how you like it,” Aoi moaned, thrusting harder still. “Let me hear you, Kai. I want you to scream for me when you come.”

Kai wasn’t ready to come yet, he wanted to keep moving, keep feeling Aoi plunge into him again and again, but the pleasure was mounting in him, driving him crazy, and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out . . .

Aoi reached under him, his fingers curling around Kai’s cock, starting to stroke him in time to the thrusts, and Kai couldn’t hold on, he was hovering in the abyss . . .

A brush of the piercing over the sensitive spot and a swipe of the fingers across the tip was his undoing, and Kai did scream as he was overwhelmed with pleasure so intense he thought he was going to catch on fire, thrusting hard against Aoi’s hand as he came all over it.

He felt a few more thrusts, and then Aoi was coming as well, pushing deep into Kai’s ass as he shouted his name. He collapsed against Kai, pinning him to the table, meaning Kai was even more immobilized than before. He loved it.

After a seeming eternity, Aoi leaned over further, and Kai turned his head, so they could kiss. “So how was that for a good use for your wrap?” Aoi said.

Kai drew a shaky breath. “Amazing,” he said.
“I’ll take that as a good review.” Aoi planted another kiss on Kai’s neck. “Now, we just need to get you out of this . . . “

Aoi pulled back, and Kai tried to stand back up – not easy, since his hands couldn’t move to push himself back up. It was then that he heard Aoi said, “Shit, I can’t find the end.”

“What do you mean, you can’t find the end?” Kai didn’t like the tone in his friend-and-lover’s voice.

“I mean, I can’t find where I stopped wrapping,” Aoi said. “I can’t unravel you.”

“What the hell?” Okay, this was not good.

“Here, let me help you up.” Aoi grabbed Kai by the arms and practically had to drag him to his feet. He examined the drummer’s front, his sides. “Nope. Still don’t see it.”

What had been wild and sexy suddenly seemed like a potential disaster. Kai couldn’t have much of a career as a drummer with his arms sealed to his sides. Pounding things with your head wasn’t exactly healthy.

“Okay, I’m going to try to cut you out.” Aoi scrambled in one of the drawers.

Kai looked panicky. “Cut?”

“You’re going to have to hold very still.” Aoi finally retrieved a pair of long, skinny scissors.

Un-oh. This did NOT look good. Maybe if Kai hopped around enough, the bindings would just come undone by themselves. Okay, it was unlikely, but it could happen, right? Aoi began to walk around him, slowly, studying the wrappings like a surgeon about to make an incision – which, in a way, was precisely what he was.

“Wait a second, I think I see a space . . . right here, next to your wrist . . .”

Kai held his breath as he felt the scissors inserted under the plastic, cold metal brushing against his flesh. Okay, this was the downside of this kind of bondage. It was fun – hell, it was incredible – and it was something they’d be doing again, but . . .

Next time, they’d put some kind of marker on the end. A colored tab, maybe. Or get a Sharpie and write “PEEL HERE” on it.

Aoi was snipping slowly and carefully, and Kai was still holding his breath. Well, so much for his theory that Aoi was experienced in this kind of thing. Or maybe he was. After all, he hadn’t cut or nicked him – yet.

“Wait, wait, I think we’re almost there!” Aoi said. “I can pull it apart with my hands now!” And that he did, grabbing the wrappings and pulling them apart with a mighty rip, then yanking the whole thing off the drummer’s body, making him gasp. It was like a huge band-aid being torn away.

Good thing, he thought, that visual kei musicians routinely got all their body hair waxed off.

Kai breathed a sigh of relief, raising his arms and stretching them. He was a bit sore, true, and he needed a shower desperately. But he felt wonderful – especially now that the “stuck in the wrapping” mishap was behind him.

What had come before had made the whole thing worth it.

“Sorry about that,” Aoi said, putting the scissors on the counter and pulling Kai close for a kiss. “But it was a good experiment, right?”

“It was a great experiment,” Kai said. “We just need to work on the last part.”

“We will. We’ll have time to.”

Kai suddenly looked perplexed. “What do you mean?”

“Well, that’s what I came to talk to you about,” Aoi said. “Except I saw you, and you looked so hot that I just, went with my instincts.” He went to the sink, wetting paper towels to clean them both up. “I wanted to talk about rooming arrangements for the tour.”

“Oh,” Kai said, continuing to look confused as he bent over again – hands on the table this time – for Aoi to do what he had to. They’d always had the same rooming arrangements – the two guitarists in one room, Ruki and Reita in another, and Kai, being the leader, got a room to himself. (Or, rather, he got a room to share with whoever was in his bed that night. Games of musical rooms, or rather, musical beds, were very common).

“You’ve been noticing what’s going on with Ruki and Uruha, right?” Aoi said as he tossed the used rags in the garbage.

Kai swallowed hard. That wasn’t something he’d thought much about – probably because he was in denial about it. He’d noticed the two of them wanting Kai for “friends-with-benefits” fun less and less, and spending more and more time together.

He’d be happy for them if they did, indeed, become a committed couple, of course. But at the same time, he’d miss that side of their friendship.

“I have,” he said, quietly. “So, you want me to switch rooms so they’re together?”

“Well, yeah, that’s half of it,” Aoi said. “But the other half . . .” He looked straight at Kai. “I want you to room with me.”

Okay, that was a shocker. He hadn’t had a roommate since their earliest days, and even then, he’d been sharing the space with their manager. And why was his heart fluttering a little at those words?

“Well, okay,” he said. “We’ve never done it before. But . .. why now?”

“Because seeing them made me think, you know,” Aoi said. “Think about you. We’ve been fucking around together for a long time, but I’m thinking, what if it’s, you know . . .”

“Not just fucking around?” Kai said. Wait – was he hearing this? Was Aoi saying he might think of him as more than a friend-with-benefits?

“I just want us to room together to see where it goes, you know?” Aoi said. “And if nothing else, we’ll know we’re going to be getting pretty damn incredible sex every night.”

There was a pause, and then both men laughed, Kai blushing a little.

“All right,” he said. “I’ll do it.” Images were flashing through his mind of the two of them coming back to the room together after the show, talking over what happened that night, and then melting into each other, finding inventive and original ways to give each other pleasure against the unoriginal, cookie-cutter hotel beds.

He was liking the idea of this more and more. And if it did go somewhere from there? The idea careened around Kai’s head like a billiard ball in search of the pocket. Being a couple with Aoi, sharing things with him, maybe working on building a life together . . .

He hadn’t thought about it before. Okay, maybe sometimes. Once in awhile, during unguarded moments, right?

And he was only kidding himself. He’d thought about it a lot.

Okay, it would be challenging, sometimes. Aoi wasn’t exactly Mr. Predictable. But it could be rewarding as well. And, dammit, his heart was beating even harder now.

Kai held out his hand toward Aoi. “I need to take a shower,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind company.”

Aoi took the offered hand. “You’ve got it,” he said. “And then, later, we can discuss how many rolls of Saran Wrap we’re taking with us.”

Quietly, Kai figured they’d have to discuss easy Saran Wrap escape methods as well.

Comments

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wnb_angel
Sep. 22nd, 2012 04:54 pm (UTC)
Like Kai here, I will never look at Saran Wrap the same way again xD.
This was just what my boring Saturday was missing, some hot smut.
puss_nd_boots
Sep. 23rd, 2012 02:20 am (UTC)
LOL, glad I could make your day better! We'll just say that Aoi is a very inventive boy, and his creativity doesn't stop with his work for the band. XD Thanks for reading and commenting!
venus_doom74
Sep. 22nd, 2012 05:23 pm (UTC)
Ok, I doubt I'll be able to look at plastic wrap the same way anymore HAHAHAHAH!!

I loved this...thank you for this awesome distraction from my Algebra homework lol
puss_nd_boots
Sep. 23rd, 2012 02:25 am (UTC)
I'm very glad to have provided the distraction! And the new perspective on Saran Wrap. XD Thanks so much for reading, and good luck with school!
dawnoflotus
Sep. 22nd, 2012 05:53 pm (UTC)
Nice one! Oh, Aoi is very creative, and not just with songs x3
puss_nd_boots
Sep. 23rd, 2012 02:30 am (UTC)
I figured he'd be an inventive one. When you've got way too much plastic wrap around . . . utilize it for kinky purposes! XD What do you mean, they have practical purposes as well? ~_^

Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
dawnoflotus
Sep. 23rd, 2012 09:49 am (UTC)
Well, you write good fics, so no need to thank me ;D
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puss_nd_boots
Sep. 23rd, 2012 02:49 am (UTC)
*eats cake*

Thank you! Oh, don't worry, my Aoi muse doesn't want to stop at just one, either. I think there will be more from these two (and also, possibly, these two as part of a threesome). And I've very glad that you apreciated the way Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
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puss_nd_boots
Sep. 24th, 2012 12:24 am (UTC)
Actually, I was going to hook them up with Uruha in another ficverse and put Kai in a guitarist sandwich. XD
venomousliberty
Sep. 23rd, 2012 08:42 am (UTC)
I will never, ever look at saran wrap the same way again. I mean, I've seen how sexy it could be when Aoi played with it in the NLSG documentary, but this basically tops it. LOL. XD

This was so sexy. I'm full and this definitely made my weekend all exciting and fun! There's nothing like hot, nice smut to end the weekend, seriously. *grins* Great work as always! *gives you Kai and Shou cookies*
demonslave666
Sep. 23rd, 2012 07:47 pm (UTC)
Awww Kai was adorable!

Now I want to know what Ruki and Uruha have been up to and poor Reita being left behind with everyone coupling up.
golden_kimono
Sep. 23rd, 2012 08:36 pm (UTC)
I love you for writing this pairing. *___* This was so good, and really hot as well. Never thought Saran Wrap could be sexy. XD
rosswen91
Sep. 30th, 2012 04:28 pm (UTC)
omg! this was so good!
please, write more of them! wanna see, if they'll be able to build a steady relationship!
kyaaa, they were just so cute together!
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