*A/N: TheGazettEFanatic's Prompt #7 : Breathplay (Erotic Asphyxiation). The link can be found here > (http://www.wattpad.com/111780069-kink-writing-prompts-prompt-7). Enjoy part 2! - filth
Fandom: Mejibray
Pairing: Koichi (Mejibray) x Koudai (Royz)*
~ I do not own Mejibray or Royz, this is fictional. ~
Koichi's POV:
It had been a long and frustrating week. Most nights often ended like the first, choking and jerking. Okay, all nights resulted like the first. The pink haired man could get no closer to the pretty red head. There was always something stopping him. Mainly is lack if ability to communicate. I wonder if this is how Meto feels? His best friend had been watching with keen and intrigued eyes. Tsuzuku made his problem worse by embarrassing one bassist to the other, and MiA was completely oblivious to the whole caboodle, much to absorbed in twitter to be concerned about a younger band, although he did have an occasional input, which was nothing more than a few scathing words.
Tonight was their last performance together. And like so many nights before, the routine was exactly the same. Chekis. Perform. Wait for the other bands to perform. Watch Royz. Do signings, try to communicate with Koudai, then back to the hotel. It amused Tsuzuku to no end, whilst it frustrated Koichi to hell and back.
Eventually it all came to an end, and all the bands performing together parted ways. For the pinkette, it was a sorrowful affair, but MiA couldn't wait to ditch all the other bands.
"I'll miss you." Koichi managed to say to the other bassist.
Koudai grinned and hugged him. "I'm going to miss you too, but if you ever want to catch up, just contact me."
The red head wrote his address and phone number on Koichi's wrist, before departing. The pinkette nearly had a heart attack.
"I do hope you will wash that arm." The raven haired vocalist joked.
Koichi slapped him before heading home.
Silence awaited him in his darkened apartment. Turning on the lights made his situation worse, it showed him only solitude. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, the pinkette copied down the writing on his arm, for safe keeping, before he had a shower, and got changed into fresh clothes. That tiny bit of paper taunted him. He wanted so badly to type the address into his phone and follow the directions till he arrived. But what if Koudai wasn't home? What if he had company? What if he had a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend? Many thoughts raced around Koichi's head, it was hard to get them to stand still so he could make excuses for them all. Hesitantly he typed the address in his phone. A ten minute walk. Deciding against his better judgement, he quickly slipped on his shoes.
Hurrying across the busy streets, he prayed that the red head was there and waiting for him. Koudai's building loomed ominously in front of him. Taking in a deep breathe he entered the warmth of the building. Taking the stairs he searched for the room that held his prize. Room 69. Koichi giggled to himself. Standing outside the door he contemplated on whether or not he should knock. That decision was made for him when the door swung open, revealing what he so desired. But of course, with another man.
"Koudai." He breathed.
"Hey Koichi!" Kuina grinned.
Koichi smiled tightly in acknowledgement.
"I'll see you tomorrow night then Kou." Kuina said, placing a quick kiss on the red heads cheek.
"Okay Kuinyan, bye!" Koudai replied, before turning to face the pink one.
Koichi watched Kuina leave, dressed in tight leather pants and a crop top, exposing a flat stomach, and the bottom of his wings.
"So what do I owe the pleasure to?" The shorter bassist enquired.
