Vasuki tilted his head sideways to nip lightly at his lover's earlobe, his breaths coming in pants and gasps while Daisuke gradually but surely worked him into a frenzy, his hand quickening and becoming more and more forceful with each stroke. "Either way, it's been too long," he finally replied, his answer more a stifled grunt than anything else. Vasuki's tongue, which had all this time been engaged with Daisuke's in a fierce kiss, now drew back into his own mouth as his lips parted with a shuddering moan. He was hardly able to contain himself for much longer; the singer was the only who could ever bring Vasuki so close to the point of orgasm, so quickly -- but no, he wasn't ready, not just yet. His hand shot down to grab hold of Daisuke's, pushing it aside.
"How about we try something a little different for a change …" he whispered, rolling the other man back onto his back and sitting astride him again. He had no objections to the thought of his lover taking the reigns for a change, but after all, the night had only just begun; Daisuke would have plenty of time later to indulge in any of his fantasies and Vasuki would very willingly oblige, though it seemed to go against his character. He would consent to anything and everything his lover imposed upon him, gladly, and he would love every second of it.
Because tonight … tonight was going to be special.
He licked two of his fingers, dampening it with saliva to act as lubrication before they coiled around Daisuke's hardened shaft, caressing it up and down vigorously and without displaying any of the gentle adoration his lover had embraced him with only moments ago. Vasuki's was a different kind of love altogether, as was evident in the half-choked groans of ecstasy mixed with pain that the musician uttered now. At the same time, Vasuki reached for his carelessly discarded jacket on the side of the bed and pulled out what looked like a syringe from one of its inner pockets, then set it aside on a small adjoining table; the timing wasn't right, not just yet. Daisuke appeared to notice the movement, his eyes widening apprehensively in between his heavy breathing, and to this the drug-lord responded by tightening his grip on the man's cock and increasing both speed and friction as he continued to stroke furiously, relentlessly … mercilessly.
"Relax, Daisuke." He lowered his head to the level of the singer's chest, his tongue lapping and his lips sucking on and around the hardened nipples. The mild touch contrasted starkly with the near-feverish action below, thus adding to the sense of pleasure. "Don't you trust me ?"
... my world of melted colours ...