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Title: On a Thigh Note
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Pure PWP smut
Warnings: Male/male sex, thigh worship, intercrural sex
Pairing: Kai X Uruha
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Uruha’s Decade costume gets his longtime lover to see a certain body part in a whole new light. Post-live showers will never be the same.
Comments: A fill for the GazettE Kink/Porn Meme. Prompt: Kai/Uruha - Shower sex and thigh worship . . . something like Kai and Uruha in the shower together after a live, either at arena/live house or in the hotel, and Kai showing his appreciation for Uruha's thighs.

When you’ve been together for years, you think you know your lover’s body inside and out. You think you’ve examined him from every angle, know his every slope and angle, the texture of every inch of his skin.

And then, one day, you see a new angle on him, something that makes you take a look at him with entirely different eyes, as if you’ve never seen him before – or at least one particular part of him.

This is what happened to Kai the night of GazettE’s 10th anniversary live.

He always saw everything from his perch behind the drums, of course. His eyes took in every inch of the stage, everything that was going on in front of him – including what his lover was doing.

Uruha’s stage antics were par for the course now. Letting Ruki molest him, trying to match Aoi’s bendiness, coming back to hit Kai’s cymbals during Kantou – he’d definitely seen it all. He’d seen plenty of the guitarist’s costumes, too, putting various amounts of flesh on display.

But there was just something different about this one.

It was one of Uruha’s more flattering costumes, to be sure – flowing fabric on the top, tight leather on the bottom. Except that leather just covered one leg, and left the other nearly bare, a gorgeous expanse of long, shapely thigh very much on display.

Those were thighs Kai had touched, caressed, massaged – even waxed. (Hey, Uruha had to stay in perfectly fir-for-visual-kei hairlessness.) They wrapped around him during sex, bumped against his back while they were sleeping.

But tonight, with the spotlight shining on that one thigh, it looked like something brand new. Untouched. Unexplored. Almost like an unattainable object of desire – which was ridiculous, because Kai could have those thighs any time.

Maybe it was the way Uruha was displaying the uncovered limb proudly, almost shamelessly. He put it up so the fans could see it, held his guitar so the cameras would be sure to catch it. He was working that thigh like a swimwear model working her torso.

Hell, it seemed that thigh was the center of everyone’s attention. All he had to do was move it a certain way, and the fans screamed. His other bandmates seemed to be taking notice, too – Kai figured it wasn’t coincidence that Ruki chose this live to get extra-bold, and try to grab Uruha’s nipple (getting smacked for his trouble).

His eyes were drawn to his lover wherever he went, following the thigh as if it were hypnotizing him. He’d follow that thigh to the edge of the world. He’d follow it off a cliff. He’d follow it to the deepest reaches of space . . .

So inspired was he by Uruha’s performance that night that when they went to the front of the stage to talk to the audience after the final encore, he smacked his lover’s butt, getting a glare for his trouble. It was worth it.

* * *

Uruha stood in the bathroom of their apartment many hours later, running the shower water and getting undressed.

It was a wonderful live. Passionate. They all seemed to be lit by some sort of inner fire – and the audience knew it. They’d connected with their fans at a level that Uruha couldn’t even remember – when they’d started singing Wakaremichi, he’d nearly choked up himself.

Except . . . there was something odd about Kai.

Not his playing, of course – that was as masterful as ever. Not with his leadership, either He was his efficient self. No, it was the way Kai looked at Uruha, and acted around him, backstage after the performance.

He seemed almost . . . worshipful. Like a fanboy.

Uruha shook his head. That was ridiculous. They’d been together for most of the band’s life. One didn’t start fanboying your longtime lover.

He was about to go under the spray when Kai walked in, as naked Uruha himself. “Oh,” he said. “I didn't think you were . . .”

His eyes swept from the top of Uruha to the bottom. There was that look again. Wide-eyed, worshipful. Almost like he’d never seen Uruha before.

“Kai?” Uruha said. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, sure,” he said. “I’m fine. Really. The live was fantastic, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” said Uruha. “But what about you? There’s something, I don’t know . . .” Uruha shrugged.

“Oh,” Kai said, laughing a little, looking down at the floor. “Oh, um, the smack on your butt. Sorry about that. I couldn’t help it. It’s just that you were so, well . . . beautiful tonight.”

Well, he didn’t mean the smack, but now that he mentioned it . . . “Beautiful?”

“No, that’s not the word,” Kai said. “You were, well . . . luminous. Radiant. Like you were pulling in the energy from the audience and reflecting it back a hundred times. You were never so . . .”

Uruha sighed. “It was the thigh, wasn’t it?”

“Eehhh?” The expression on Kai’s face was an explicit “Busted!”

“I chose that costume with you in mind,” Uruha said. “The stylists showed me a few different designs, and I picked that one. Because I saw how you always looked at me when I wore something like that. ” He looked at Kai. “I could just imagine how you were going to react to it. I was right.”

“You chose your stage costume for me?” Good Lord. One of the biggest nights of their career, and Uruha was choosing his outfit not to please the fans, but to please his lover. No wonder he couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“Can you think of a better reason to choose a costume?” And Uruha stepped into the shower, sending a sultry glance over his shoulder that was an open invitation for Kai to join him.

Kai just watched him go – or, rather, watched those lovely thighs retreat. For him. The sexy outfit, the thigh displays, were all for him.

Suddenly, Kai felt a surge of huge pride. All those fans could look at those thighs, drool over them, admire them – but they were, in the end, all his. He was the one who was going to get to touch them, caress them . . .

No wonder it was as if he were seeing them for the first time tonight. He was seeing them through the fans’ eyes, experiencing what they experienced, feeling the power of Uruha’s unique allure.

But unlike the fans . . . those thighs were his, and his alone. And he was going to take full advantage of that.

He stepped into the shower, crushing his mouth against Uruha’s and pushing him against the wall. Uruha’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him in, his lips opening to him right away.

He wanted this, of course. In a way, the show had been one long seduction of Kai, hadn’t it? Even the advances from other bandmates. (And he’d rejected Ruki, hadn’t he? Smacked him over the head. He was all Kai’s.)

“Turn around,” Kai gasped between kisses, pulling back enough so Uruha could do just that. And he positioned his lover just so, making sure he was bent over, hands braced against the wall . . .

Kai dropped to his knees behind him, hands caressing those wonderful thighs. Yes, there was the one that was uncovered tonight, practically gleaming in the spotlight, the center of attention and lust.

The water poured over it, running down from Uurha’s glorious ass over the thigh, a miniature waterfall just making the whole thing glisten, seem almost magical. When Kai’s fingers brushed over it, tracing its shape, they slid through the wetness, feeling skin made slick, sensual and warm.

Gently, he leaned over and began to kiss, with reverence, the firm curve of the thigh. Oh, it was delicious, all right. He leaned his head on it, brushing it with his cheek.

So strong and manly it was, in contrast to the rest of Uruha, which was willowy, model-like. And yet, it was still beautiful, graceful. A work of nature’s art carrying immense power.

And he gave it the worship it was due. He ran his tongue slowly up the inside, right where he knew it was sensitive. Uruha leaned his head back, letting out a purr of pleasure, his hands moving back to touch his lover’s hair and shoulders.

Kai felt the hot water pouring over his body as he kissed and nibbled right at the very top. It felt like a soft, wet, sensual caress, just adding to the mood – like the water was making love to them as they made love to each other.

“Mmmm,” Kai murmured, kissing upward toward Uruha’s glorious ass – because it was deserving of worship as well. He pressed his lips to it, then nipped it, then kissed again . . . oh, yes, delicious. So very firm and nicely curved. The very essence of sensuality.

Of course, on any other guy, a world-class bottom like that would be the center of attention. On Uruha, it got overshadowed by those thighs.

And, indeed, Kai never lost contact with his primary objects of worship, even as his tongue began to trace the perfect shape of one cheek. His hands slid up and down those thighs, kneading the flesh, following taut lines of muscle.

“Oooh, yes,” Uruha moaned. Okay, so that’s what the looks Kai was giving him were about? He didn’t mind one bit at all. Kai could give him all the looks he wanted if it meant he ended up feeling like a god, with his lover paying homage to him, a devoted acolyte.

He decided he was going to have a little fun with the situation. Looking over his shoulder, he said, “Aren’t you going to give me a shower?” He reached over, grabbed the tube of gel and held it in back of him, dangling it in front of his lover as if it were a tube of lube.

Kai found his erotic reverie broken by a brightly colored tube being waved in his face like a red flag in front of a bull. He grabbed it, wondering why the logo on the packaging – the name of a stylish men’s scent – looked like it was made of perfectly formed male body parts.

Of course, in the mood he was in now, anything you put in front of him would look like part of Uruha. A peach would look like his ass. A bottle would only look like one of those perfect thighs. And a banana – well, that went without saying.

He poured the gel into his hands, and began to smooth them up and down those glorious legs. Now, this just added another layer of sensuality to the texture. Slick, slippery, conjuring up images of all kinds of naughty and forbidden things . . .

He squeezed when he got to the top of the legs, bringing another purr from his lover, then moved upward, until his hands were slipping over that ass, cupping it, feeling how taut and wonderful it was.

God, that ass was made for his hands. Kai was never so glad that his hands were big and broad – the manliest ones in the group, Aoi told him.

His fingers slid up and down the cleft, feeling Uruha shudder a bit in response. Like many longtime lovers, they switched off who topped and bottomed during sex – but Kai always noticed how sensitive Uruha’s ass was, how much he liked penetration – or just having Kai rub against it.

He re-slicked his hands again, and started to rub them over his lover’s back, then up to his shoulders. Uruha spread his arms out, encouraging Kai to soap them fully, elbow to wrist.

When he was finished, he leaned over, kissing his neck and pressing his chest against Uruha’s back, his cock on his ass, their legs against one another.

As if on some unheard cue, both lovers began to move, grinding against each other slowly, feeling wet skin sliding on wet skin, the layer of soap creating lubrication. It was warm and soft and sensual and delicious.

“Ohh, yes,” Uruha murmured, starting to move against Kai faster, grinding harder, and Kai moved back, pushing his hips, rubbing his cock into that cleft. He was making love to Uruha with his whole body, every part of them seeming to be in contact with each other.

It was the most erotic of dances, no music needed.

Gracefully, Uruha began to bend forward again, hands against the wall. Kai felt the loss of the full-body contact almost painfully, and he started to bend over him again . . .

Until Uruha looked at him over his shoulder, slyly, and said, “You like my thighs?”

Wow, that was an understatement. You might as well have asked a cat, “Hey, do you like this catnip?” Or a fish, “Hey, do you like the water?” Or Aoi, “Hey, do you like attention?”

So, of course, Kai came up with a brilliant answer. “Um, well . . .” His hands began to roam the body part in question, because that’s all one could do in the presence of such magnificence. One certainly couldn’t think, that was for sure.

Uruha bent over a little more. “Fuck them,” he said.

Wait, did he just ask Kai to . . . he did, didn’t he? “How do I . . .”

Well, damn. The answer was right in front of him. Literally. He took the shower gel in his hand again, squeezing it out, rubbing it on the inside of Uruha’s thighs, making them slick and ready.

He leaned over, sliding his cock between them – oh, oh, damn, what a wonderful sensation, his most sensitive flesh rubbing over that firm perfection, and then Uruha closing his legs around him, holding him in.

He was, at that moment in time, the luckiest damn man in the world.

“Move,” Uruha murmured. “I want to feel it.”

Kai began to pull his hips back, and his cock was sliding over the soap, over the heat and tightness and shapely perfection.

He thought about how that thigh had looked in the spotlight tonight, gleaming and beautiful. He thought about all those fangirls gazing at it, drooling, fantasizing. What were they thinking? Maybe they were imagining those thighs pressed against their own as Uruha took them from behind, or grabbing them while going down on him . . .

Or maybe even the ultimate female fantasy with those thighs, straddling one of them, rubbing her most intimate flesh against it . . .

And for them, it would be only a fantasy. Only one person got to feel their full erotic splendor, know how they felt like against sensitive skin, know just how they trembled in passion when Uruha got near climax.

His. All his. And once again, that idea filled Kai with a sensation of power, and pride, and deep, deep love – not to mention making his lust flare a hundred times hotter.

He thrust harder, faster, cock sliding through tight flesh, fucking it, possessing it. His hands gripped him, tightly, as if to mark Uruha, brand him as his own for all time. He buried his face in the other man’s back, letting out moans and growls and animal sounds.

One hand moved around his lover’s body and wrapped around Uruha’s cock, starting to stroke it quickly, thumb brushing over the tip. Uruha’s moans soon joined Kai’s, a dark, dangerous music, so different from the joyous sounds of the live.

“Oh, yes,” Uruha moaned. “Kai, keep going, oh, God . . .”

His fingers slid over and over the hardness, and oh, yes, this was beautifully shaped as well, almost as perfectly formed as the thighs, he got almost as much pleasure from touching it as Uruha did from being touched.

“Like that,” Uruha moaned. “Like that, I think I’m close . . .”

Kai’s hips sped up, cock sliding through those thighs faster and harder, and the heat was building and building in his belly, making him feel he was going to erupt, yes, any second he was going to . . .

He cried out, ecstasy flooding his body, and his seed flowed out onto those perfect thighs, running down them with the water and the soap, a final act of possession. Moments later, Uruha’s cries joined his, and he came all over Kai’s fingers.

Kai sagged against Uruha, Uruha against the wall, both of them panting, the water continuing to run over their bodies. After a long moment, they shared a soft kiss.

“Does this mean you liked my costume tonight?” Uruha said.

They both laughed, snuggling together. What a way to end one of the biggest nights of their careers. The costume had brought them together, allowed them to indulge in a moment that was intimate even for longtime lovers . . .

And caused them to use up nearly all the hot water. Uruha raised his head. “Do you feel that?”

“Feel what?” Kai said.

“The water. It’s getting . . . a bit cool . . .”

What followed was a mad dash for them to wash, rinse and do their hair before the water could go from “starting to cool off a little” to “polar ice cap.” By the time they finally got out, they were shivering a bit, though still laughing.

No matter. They’d warm each other up in their bed.

* * *

A few months later, the band sat around an editing room in the PSC headquarters, undertaking the painstaking process of sifting through piles of footage to find the best material for the Decade DVD.

“Damn, that was one hell of a costume,” Aoi said, looking at the screen with a low whistle.

“Whose?” said Uruha, who was sitting in an easy chair, chewing gum, peering at the screen through sunglasses.

“Yours,” Aoi said. “Holy shit, we may have to rate this thing adults-only just because of you.”

“He knows how to wear stuff like that,” Reita said. “He always did.”

Uruha glanced over at his longtime best friend. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he said.

“Just that you seem to really enjoy rocking shorts like that,” Reita said.

“They’re comfortable and easy to move in,” Uruha said.

“And they drive fangirls insane,” Aoi added.

“Maybe,” Uruha said. “That’s not the real reason I wear them.”

“Yeah, right,” Aoi said. “You really expect me to believe you wear shorts because . . .”

“Hey, will you shut the fuck up?” Ruki said. “Some of us are trying to concentrate on editing, you know.”

“I am concentrating on editing,” Aoi said. “I’m also concentrating on Uruha’s thigh. Kind of hard not to.”

Uruha looked over at Kai, when the others weren’t noticing, and gave him a secret smile, which Kai returned. They both knew the real reason for the costume.

The others didn’t need to know that it wasn’t the audience Uruha was trying to turn on.


( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 23rd, 2013 05:07 am (UTC)
Today when I was checking my feeds I was like, ''I hope puss_nd_boots posted a new ff" and you really did.

Most of the things here about the fangirls fantasies are true *cough*

Uruha's thighs sound like some unearthly Godly being from Heaven or something. XD

Awesome work as always <3
Feb. 25th, 2013 12:23 pm (UTC)
It would be impossible not to have fantasies about those thighs! They're perfect, and he so generously shares them with the fans! (Not to mention how generous the Decade camera crew was with thigh shots). Thanks for reading!
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Feb. 25th, 2013 12:25 pm (UTC)
Kai would have to be a blind man not to see the wonder of those thighs, right? (And he had kept them hidden way too long before Decade!) Thanks for reading, glad you liked it!
Feb. 23rd, 2013 06:59 am (UTC)
WAW ^^v my heart is beating too fast!!!!!
Thank u!!!!
*run to read*!!!!!!
Feb. 25th, 2013 12:26 pm (UTC)
*gives you oxygen* I'm glad you enjoyed the fic! (But don't go having a heart attack on me now! (~_^)
Feb. 25th, 2013 01:17 pm (UTC)
Oh ^^v don`t worry I just enjoy!!!
Feb. 23rd, 2013 09:25 am (UTC)
Oh yum, I loooove the thigh sex! Nice take on the prompt! :D
Feb. 25th, 2013 12:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks! It's so easy to come up with lovely things to do with those thighs, since they're so very inspitational! (Now, hopefully he won't stick them back under wraps!)
Feb. 23rd, 2013 10:38 am (UTC)
Wheeeeeeee! You wrote for my prompt!!!! <3 <3 <3 And oh my god, what a lovely and hot and sizzling and absolutely fantastic delivery of thigh porn! Guh! I swear, I was in the shower with them!!! LOL I agree with Kai that those thighs are worthy of all the devotion and worship they can get! :D

YOu've really captured how I felt about Uruha while watching the DVD, the radiance and the absolute joy he sparkled on the stage! And I love the ending! LOL He've always rocked the short shorts, hasn't he? :D
Feb. 25th, 2013 12:37 pm (UTC)
I actually had gone to the meme looking for something else, and I saw the prompt on the first page. I couldn't believe nobody had answered it yet, since those thighs are just asking to be porned! And I did want to capture the whole atmosphere of the live, where there was just a magical quality about it - I think because they were just cutting loose with fan favorite songs from throughout their history and not bound to any particular album or theme. Plus, there was no denying that Uruha was enjoying rocking that costume! (Well, his thighs had been covered for how long?) Glad you liked the way I filled the prompt!
Feb. 23rd, 2013 03:05 pm (UTC)
It's amazing how hot and sexy this fic is just with Uruha's legendary thighs alone! XD Love that you made a fic out of his 'rape me' costume! Thank you for the meal. XDD
Feb. 25th, 2013 12:40 pm (UTC)
Oh, I just had to. That costume was porn waiting to happen. (Hell, the entire Decade show should be labeled as porn!) Thank you so much for reading!
Apr. 4th, 2013 09:16 am (UTC)
Omg that was amazing and now damnit I want that decade DVD!!!!

And this ..." Like asking Aoi: 'Do you like attention?' ..." *dies laughing*

Edited at 2013-04-04 09:18 am (UTC)
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