What is this life?

What is this Life?
Dedicated to Mireo- you really inspired this one!

Chapter 16

The last few weeks have been busy in the Sakuma household. Ryuichi requested a professional studio designer come in and totally refurbish his studio so that he can not only rehearse but record, all under the pretext that he doesn't want to keep going into the city. He’s told the staff he wants to produce and record his own music. It sounds like a good idea to everyone, except Suguru. He’s a bit suspicious of Ryuichi’s motives, but says nothing about it. Tohma Seguchi hasn’t made an appearance during this time and Ryuichi feels confident that Tohma knows nothing about the plans. If asked, Ryuichi will say it’s just one of his whims.

Now that the studio is finally complete he can see how the remodeling has gone. There’s a control booth with all the mixing equipment, the sound studio that will be used to rehearse and record, and a small conference room. Since he will be doing his own recording here, it makes sense that he will also need instruments and musicians to play the instruments. Everything is falling into place. Unless Tohma Seguchi makes an appearance at the studio, he won’t know who the musicians are. And Tohma Seguchi has never before been to Ryuichi’s studio, why would he come now?

At sundown the last of the construction people leave the premises leaving only Ryuichi Sakuma and Hiro to survey the rooms. Shuichi has gone to the main house to take a nap. The pair stands in the restructured sound studio. If the designer is correct, this room is so soundproof a bomb can explode outside and no one will hear it inside.

Hiro starts to unpack the boxes containing the instruments. He takes out a Les Paul guitar and examines the quality. It’s the finest six-stringed electric guitar on the market. He strums the strings. He runs his fingers along the frets on the neck of the guitar. Even though it’s not connected to an amplifier, he listens to the sweet sounds the instrument makes. He sighs. “This is a phenomenal guitar. You really know how to pick them.” He continues playing some unknown tune. The way his fingers glide on the neck of the guitar, it’s as if Hiro is caressing it.

“I only get the best when I want something. You should know that.” A smile graces Ryuichi’s face as he watches Hiro play. The way Hiro plays the instrument doesn’t go unnoticed by Ryuichi. He wonders what those fingers would be like caressing him in the same fashion.

Hiro places the guitar on its stand and goes to unpack another piece of equipment when Ryuichi walks up behind and places a hand on his shoulder.

Hiro jumps and turns around, coming face to face with his Master.

Ryuichi wraps his arms around Hiro’s waist and pulls him into a deep kiss.

Hiro breaks the kiss abruptly and stares at Ryuichi in a state of shock. This is the first time that his Master has tried to do anything intimate with him. It’s always been Shuichi who has received Ryuichi’s attention. Hiro is still being held by Ryuichi, and he realizes it’s his turn now.

Ryuichi gives seductive little smile to Hiro, his eyes filling with passion. “Relax, Hiro. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I..I’m relaxed. It’s just that you took me by surprise, sir,” Hiro lies, but it’s obvious from his trembling that he’s far from relaxed in this situation.

“Hiro, you knew it was only a matter of time before we would be alone together.” Ryuichi is looking very mischievous. “Shuichi isn’t here. I think it’s time we get better acquainted.”

Hiro has wondered if his new Master would actually be using him for sex, too. Being slightly coy he asks, “Acquainted?”

Ryuichi gives a little laugh. “Hiro, I’ve wanted you since I first saw you in Turkey. You weren’t in any condition to accept my advances then, but now I’ve given you more than enough time to recover from that ordeal.” Ryuichi runs his hand over the side of Hiro’s head and down to the ends of his long auburn hair. He continues stroking along Hiro’s shoulder, glancing fingertips over the scab-less scars. “Your scars are healed over and I understand the headaches have subsided. I don’t see any reason to wait any longer.”

Hiro knows he can’t avoid what’s about to happen. At least from what Shuichi has said, Ryuichi is a passionate lover, not a sadistic maniac that likes to inflict pain. Hiro nods his head slightly to let his Master know that he understands. “What would you like me to do for you, Master?”

Ryuichi locks the door to the studio and takes Hiro’s hand and walks over to one of the padded studio chairs. He turns and sits down, leaning back and scooting his hips towards the front of the seat. Quietly he beckons his soon-to-be lover, parting his knees and motions for Hiro to kneel in front of him, “Come to me Hiro.”

Hiro slowly bends his knees until they are touching the carpeted floor, only inches from the front of the chair. He stretches his legs behind him and sits back on his ankles. He takes each foot and slides off Ryuichi’s shoes, placing them to the side. Silently, he reaches forward and unbuckles Ryuichi’s belt, pulling the ends apart and slowly unbuttons the fly on Ryuichi’s jeans.

Ryuichi puts his hands on the sides of the chair and lifts his hips a few inches. This gives Hiro enough room to slide the jeans off his hips. Hiro gingerly pulls the pants off both legs. He folds them and sits them on top of the shoes. Ryuichi isn’t wearing any boxers, and the removal of the pants allows Ryuichi’s erection to spring upward.

Ryuichi lets out a small sigh. He looks down at Hiro, who is looking up at him for some clue as to what he should do next. Ryuichi leans forward and takes Hiro’s hands, guiding them forward. “I want to know if you care for me as much as you care for that guitar. I want you to play me now.”

Hiro takes his hands and gently strokes Ryuichi’s inner thighs, making his way to the prominent erection close to his right hand. Hiro gently takes the member in his hand and strokes up and down the growing shaft. He takes his thumb and glances over the seeping slit.

Ryuichi lets out a moan and grasps the sides of the chair. Hiro’s touch is heavenly!

Hiro looks up at Ryuichi and gives a slight grin. He’s glad that his ministrations please his Master. He lowers his head and flicks his tongue over the tip of the engorged appendage, causing Ryuichi to shiver slightly. After a few more licks, Hiro takes only the head of the erection into his mouth and starts to gently suck on it.

Ryuichi bucks his hips up, forcing the throbbing shaft deeper into Hiro’s mouth. He’s moaning quite loudly at the feel of the warm moisture surrounding him.

Hiro starts moving his head up and down slowly. He wants the sensations to create as much pleasure as possible. He takes his hand and cups the hardened sack below the shaft, eliciting more moans. The firm but gentle kneading is driving Ryuichi wild with lust.

Ryuichi is getting a good blow job, but he wants more. He reaches down and gingerly pulls Hiro’s head from his aching member. He sits upright, pulling Hiro up onto his knees and into a deep-tongued kiss. The taste of Hiro’s mouth is intoxicating. He eases out of the kiss and stares into the deep blue-gray eyes of his new lover.

Ryuichi reaches forward and guides Hiro up off the carpet as he stands up, never breaking eye contact with the young man. He rips Hiro’s shirt open with both hands and pushes it off the shoulders as he shoves Hiro backwards towards the corner closest to them.

Hiro backs up to the wall and almost falls over a high leather-covered stool that has been sitting in the corner. He reaches out, grasping the edge of the stool as it starts to tip over, and stumbles back until his back is touching the wall.

Ryuichi pushes Hiro flush against the hard surface, and places his left arm on the wall next to Hiro’s head. Pulling Hiro’s head forward with his right hand, he plants a heated kiss on Hiro’s lips. He forces his tongue deep until he is almost touching Hiro’s throat. Hiro gasps at the intrusion, almost choking on the appendage that’s been thrust in. Ryuichi breaks the kiss and glances down at the bulge against his groin. He smiles. With his right hand, he reaches down and unbuttons Hiro’s beltless jeans. He makes quick work of the zipper and grabs the waistband on the pants. Using two hands now, he yanks the pants down past Hiro’s hips and buttocks. He brushes his hands up and behind the young man, grasping his firm buttocks and giving a not too gentle squeeze.

Moving his hands up to Hiro’s shoulders, Ryuichi quickly and roughly turns Hiro around. He forces Hiro to lean over the stool and pushes his head down into the corner.

Hiro reaches up, steadying himself with one hand on each wall adjacent to the corner his bare ass now exposed to the lustful gaze of his Master.

Ryuichi bends his knees slightly and pushes Hiro’s jeans down further, leaving the material as a crumpled mass at the younger man’s ankles. Hiro’s upper body is pushed down further until he’s lying across the stool. Ryuichi rubs his hands over the soft cheeks before him and gives a squeeze. He slides one hand down the seam separating those luscious globes and cups the sack below them, his fingers gently rolling the hardened nodules encased there.

Hiro lets out a moan and pushes into Ryuichi’s hand, his erection starting to come to life. He looks back over his shoulder at Ryuichi with desire glazing his eyes, his body wanting an intimacy it’s craved for so long. He reaches back with one hand and brushes against Ryuichi’s thigh and up towards Ryuichi’s erect shaft. He turns back, lowers his head and places both hands against the wall and tries to relax.

Ryuichi closes his eyes at the tender feel of those long fingers against his skin. Want and desire take over all rational thought. When Hiro is positioned properly he stands directly behind Hiro’s creviced ass. Using one hand to position his throbbing hard-on against the puckered entrance, he steadies himself by placing his free hand on Hiro’s lower back. In one swift motion he presses all the way into Hiro’s ass, the soft hairy base of his shaft making contact with firm buttocks.

Hiro muffles a scream into his arm as his breath gasps out heavily and he tries to get accustomed to the engorged member inside him. He starts panting deeply as his hands slide slowly down the wall, his fingers digging into the white-corked wall to maintain his balance.

Ryuichi stops his movement and allows Hiro time to adjust. When Hiro starts breathing a little easier, he starts his thrusting. At first, he pulls back until the hooded tip is the only thing left inside that captivating warmth. Then he pushes back in with less force than the initial introduction into Hiro’s tight tunnel. He starts to move faster with each thrust, burying himself deep within that exquisite ass.

With one particularly hard thrust Hiro cries out, “Master!” Ryuichi’s brushed against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body, down to his aching groin. Hiro’s erection is pushed tight against the rounded sides of the padded stool.

Ryuichi continues his thrusts, fucking Hiro harder and faster with each push. He takes both hands and places them on Hiro’s hips, giving him perfect leverage.

Hiro bucks backwards with each inward thrust, his sensitive nerves being hit with almost every lunge forward from Ryuichi. His panting is loud, his grunts and moans louder.

Ryuichi is moaning and groaning also. He’s spurred on by the reaction he is getting from the man lying beneath him. He wants Hiro to have his release so he moves his right hand from the hip and takes Hiro’s shaft. He starts pumping Hiro at the same pace he’s fucking him.

Hiro moans. His breathing is coming in short, deep pants. He wants his release and he knows he can’t hold out much longer, not with the constant contact Ryuichi is making with his prostate. Five more thrusts deep inside him, and Hiro arches his back and throws back his head. He shouts at the top of his lungs, “Kami-sama!” As he comes, ribbons of his pent-up essence shoot out all over Ryuichi’s hand and the leathered stool.

Hiro’s inner muscles tighten like a vice against Ryuichi’s buried erection, sending him over the edge. He digs his fingers into Hiro’s hips. Waves of pleasure take hold of his body and he cries out, “Gods above! Hiro!” He leans forward, forcing his hot seed to spill deep within his lover’s ass, collapsing as he rides out his orgasm. His chest is heaving against Hiro’s back. He closes his eyes and puts his head down.

Hiro is near exhaustion. His body is filled with the warm fluids from his Master. As Ryuichi’s spent member retracts, semen trickles out and run down Hiro’s legs.

Neither man moves for several minutes.

Once he is able to breathe at a somewhat normal pace, Ryuichi pulls himself off Hiro’s back. He pulls Hiro up and turns him. They are face to face. Bringing his arms up to encircle Hiro’s neck, Ryuichi gives Hiro a long passionate kiss. He rests his forehead against the other man’s shoulder. He whispers, “You’re the most amazing lover. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to do to me what you just did.”

They stand there, holding one another for what seems like an eternity. Hiro never had such a powerful experience before. He’s glad that it was as good for Ryuichi as it was for him.

Finally, Ryuichi knows that they have to leave. They both are in need of a shower. He eases out of Hiro’s embrace and walks over to the chair. As he starts to put on his pants and shoes, he casts an appreciative eye on his naked lover’s body. “You’re beautiful, Hiro.”

Hiro closes his eyes and sighs. He lowers his head and rubs his eyes. He raises his head and spies his torn shirt on the floor. After pulling his jeans up from his ankles, he fastens the button and zips the fly. He takes a few steps, bends down and picks up the shirt and looks at it. “I think this one’s history.” He gives a short chuckle.

Ryuichi looks at the shirt in Hiro’s hands and says, “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Hiro gets a naughty look in his eyes and smiles. “Keep this up and you’ll be buying me more.”

Hiro walks over and helps Ryuichi to his feet. He takes Ryuichi’s hand and guides him to the door. He unlocks the door, and before leaving, he looks around the room. “I hope that it’s soundproof from the outside too.”

TBC