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[team one] Stardust spangles scatter on stage
Title from a line in Hoshikuzu no Spangle which was, ofc, performed at last year's Playzone at Aoyama Theatre. This is set slightly in the future, the day before Aogeki will be torn down. Check the rating (NC-17/NSFW, though not quite as graphic as it could be).
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Notice of Closure began the sign, only Yara didn't have the chance to read it properly because Ryota had already wrenched the door open onto which the sign was taped, and tugged Yara inside with him.
"You said they start demolition tomorrow?" Yara asked, following Ryota inside the theatre and frowning for a second as his eyes adjusted to the gloom.
"That's what I heard," Ryota confirmed, glancing back over his shoulder to flash a grin at Yara. "C'mon, let's go."
An answering grin spread across Yara's face and he pushed forward, wrenching open the second and third set of doors until they stood in the dark, deserted auditorium, facing the stage. Ryota flicked on his flashlight and Yara did the same, and together they headed down toward the stage itself, twin beams of light sweeping over the backs of the red seats that would soon be ripped from their fittings and disposed of in some dead-theatre graveyard. The two men climbed up onto the stage, and Yara moved off into the wings for a moment to find the control panel he needed.
A clunk as he flipped the switch, and a hoot of excitement from Ryota as the stage was suddenly lit with a familiar warm, white light. "They're still hooked up to the mains!"
Yara cheered in response, and then left the box of light switches to return to where Ryota still stood facing the nonexistent audience. They switched off their flashlights and set them down near the front of the stage, slowly turning around as they took in the sight of the empty theatre before them.
"Do you remember your first time performing up here?" Yara asked, and Ryota nodded.
"My hair was still dark then," Ryota said.
"Mine was, too," Yara nodded. "And longer."
"And our last time on this stage," Ryota said. "Before tonight, I mean."
Yara nodded. "We were pretty busy that year, huh."
"Good busy, though. It was a fun year."
"Yeah." Yara sat down on the stage, legs stretched out in front of him. "So, are we going to be wasting all our time tonight reminiscing, or…?"
Ryota shook his head and turned, putting one foot either side of Yara's knees before dropping to his own knees, so he was all but sitting on Yara's lap. "Thanks for agreeing to do this," he said, leaning in close and biting lightly at Yara's jawline. Yara tilted his head backwards as Ryota's tongue flicked out to lick a line from below Yara's ear down his neck, and made a soft groaning noise as Ryota's teeth lightly scraped along the line of his collarbone.
Yara's hands left the stage as he reached up to grip Ryota's hips, tugging Ryota closer as he moved his own hips in response. Ryota hissed through gritted teeth as the friction sent sensation rippling under his skin and he pushed up the cloth on Yara's shirt, hands searching for contact with skin.
"Take these off," Yara said, tugging at Ryota's belt and starting to undo it, hands fumbling with impatience until Ryota took over as he raised himself onto his knees and pushed his oversized jeans down, manoeuvring until the offending item of clothing was removed entirely.
"You too?" Ryota said, head tilting sideways as he noticed Yara just watching him.
"Oh," Yara blinked, nodded, and kicked off his shoes, removing sachets of lubricant and condoms from his pockets before shoving jeans down past his hips. Forgoing words, Yara waved Ryota back over, reaching up to take hold of Ryota's wrist and pulling him down onto Yara's lap once more.
The lights grew warmer, as did their bodies as they moved together on the stage. Sweat tickled down Ryota's face and his jaw tensed as Yara thrust deeper inside him, slicked with lube but still overwhelming. Yara's hips moved again, shallow, quick movements that made Ryota lose his breath and all sense of time was lost as Yara's head tilted back and his hips jerked again, muscles shuddering as he came in pulsing waves.
Ryota winced as he disentangled himself from Yara, the muscles in his legs already complaining. He sprawled on the stage on his side, trying to catch his breath as, beside him, Yara did the same while his high slowly faded.
Ryota heard more movement: the sound of Yara getting to his feet and walking away; the scrunching of a plastic bag into which Yara was presumably discarding the used condom; a clatter of plastic and metal, and then the soft pad of Yara's returning footsteps. Ryota looked up as Yara unfolded the chair and set it down a little way away from them - centre stage.
Yara tilted his head at the chair, then turned to Ryota. "C'mon, get up and sit in the chair."
Groaning with the effort of movement, Ryota did as instructed, wrinkling his nose a little at the slickness of the lube still on his skin. He looked up at Yara, who was watching him with an unfathomable expression.
"What is it?"
Yara shook his head. "You look like you've been fucked," he said.
Ryota gave a short laugh. "Well…"
Yara shook his head again. "Yeah, but…" He was wearing his jeans again, Ryota noticed, but only in passing as Yara stepped forward and got to his own knees in front of Ryota. "Isn't this more what you wanted?" He looked up, and then back over his shoulder at the rows and rows of empty seats in front of Ryota.
As Ryota looked out into the empty theatre, straining his eyes against the glare of the stage lights, he felt Yara's hand between his legs and his attention snapped back, suddenly far more focussed on how Yara was stroking him back to full hardness, how Yara's tongue darted out to moisten his lips.
"Yaracchi…" Ryota began, breath coming faster again. "Yes…"
The new condom was out before Ryota had a chance to regain control of his breathing, and then Yara's tongue was pressed against him, and his lips were warm and everywhere, and Ryota gripped the sides of his chair and basked in the glow of the lights shining onto the stage.
~~
Yo,
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Notice of Closure began the sign, only Yara didn't have the chance to read it properly because Ryota had already wrenched the door open onto which the sign was taped, and tugged Yara inside with him.
"You said they start demolition tomorrow?" Yara asked, following Ryota inside the theatre and frowning for a second as his eyes adjusted to the gloom.
"That's what I heard," Ryota confirmed, glancing back over his shoulder to flash a grin at Yara. "C'mon, let's go."
An answering grin spread across Yara's face and he pushed forward, wrenching open the second and third set of doors until they stood in the dark, deserted auditorium, facing the stage. Ryota flicked on his flashlight and Yara did the same, and together they headed down toward the stage itself, twin beams of light sweeping over the backs of the red seats that would soon be ripped from their fittings and disposed of in some dead-theatre graveyard. The two men climbed up onto the stage, and Yara moved off into the wings for a moment to find the control panel he needed.
A clunk as he flipped the switch, and a hoot of excitement from Ryota as the stage was suddenly lit with a familiar warm, white light. "They're still hooked up to the mains!"
Yara cheered in response, and then left the box of light switches to return to where Ryota still stood facing the nonexistent audience. They switched off their flashlights and set them down near the front of the stage, slowly turning around as they took in the sight of the empty theatre before them.
"Do you remember your first time performing up here?" Yara asked, and Ryota nodded.
"My hair was still dark then," Ryota said.
"Mine was, too," Yara nodded. "And longer."
"And our last time on this stage," Ryota said. "Before tonight, I mean."
Yara nodded. "We were pretty busy that year, huh."
"Good busy, though. It was a fun year."
"Yeah." Yara sat down on the stage, legs stretched out in front of him. "So, are we going to be wasting all our time tonight reminiscing, or…?"
Ryota shook his head and turned, putting one foot either side of Yara's knees before dropping to his own knees, so he was all but sitting on Yara's lap. "Thanks for agreeing to do this," he said, leaning in close and biting lightly at Yara's jawline. Yara tilted his head backwards as Ryota's tongue flicked out to lick a line from below Yara's ear down his neck, and made a soft groaning noise as Ryota's teeth lightly scraped along the line of his collarbone.
Yara's hands left the stage as he reached up to grip Ryota's hips, tugging Ryota closer as he moved his own hips in response. Ryota hissed through gritted teeth as the friction sent sensation rippling under his skin and he pushed up the cloth on Yara's shirt, hands searching for contact with skin.
"Take these off," Yara said, tugging at Ryota's belt and starting to undo it, hands fumbling with impatience until Ryota took over as he raised himself onto his knees and pushed his oversized jeans down, manoeuvring until the offending item of clothing was removed entirely.
"You too?" Ryota said, head tilting sideways as he noticed Yara just watching him.
"Oh," Yara blinked, nodded, and kicked off his shoes, removing sachets of lubricant and condoms from his pockets before shoving jeans down past his hips. Forgoing words, Yara waved Ryota back over, reaching up to take hold of Ryota's wrist and pulling him down onto Yara's lap once more.
The lights grew warmer, as did their bodies as they moved together on the stage. Sweat tickled down Ryota's face and his jaw tensed as Yara thrust deeper inside him, slicked with lube but still overwhelming. Yara's hips moved again, shallow, quick movements that made Ryota lose his breath and all sense of time was lost as Yara's head tilted back and his hips jerked again, muscles shuddering as he came in pulsing waves.
Ryota winced as he disentangled himself from Yara, the muscles in his legs already complaining. He sprawled on the stage on his side, trying to catch his breath as, beside him, Yara did the same while his high slowly faded.
Ryota heard more movement: the sound of Yara getting to his feet and walking away; the scrunching of a plastic bag into which Yara was presumably discarding the used condom; a clatter of plastic and metal, and then the soft pad of Yara's returning footsteps. Ryota looked up as Yara unfolded the chair and set it down a little way away from them - centre stage.
Yara tilted his head at the chair, then turned to Ryota. "C'mon, get up and sit in the chair."
Groaning with the effort of movement, Ryota did as instructed, wrinkling his nose a little at the slickness of the lube still on his skin. He looked up at Yara, who was watching him with an unfathomable expression.
"What is it?"
Yara shook his head. "You look like you've been fucked," he said.
Ryota gave a short laugh. "Well…"
Yara shook his head again. "Yeah, but…" He was wearing his jeans again, Ryota noticed, but only in passing as Yara stepped forward and got to his own knees in front of Ryota. "Isn't this more what you wanted?" He looked up, and then back over his shoulder at the rows and rows of empty seats in front of Ryota.
As Ryota looked out into the empty theatre, straining his eyes against the glare of the stage lights, he felt Yara's hand between his legs and his attention snapped back, suddenly far more focussed on how Yara was stroking him back to full hardness, how Yara's tongue darted out to moisten his lips.
"Yaracchi…" Ryota began, breath coming faster again. "Yes…"
The new condom was out before Ryota had a chance to regain control of his breathing, and then Yara's tongue was pressed against him, and his lips were warm and everywhere, and Ryota gripped the sides of his chair and basked in the glow of the lights shining onto the stage.
~~
Yo,
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