38/!00: Music. Lazard/Genesis
Merry Christmas all! This little piece was specifically for Kysis, because she reckons these two are jazzy people...
Disclaimer - Characters not mine...
Music
Nocturne
At least it was constant, the beat of a drum and catchy guitar melody. Many would be surprised to know that Genesis loved consistency, considering his fluent and copious relationships, as much as to find that the hot headed teenager loved matured, mellow tunes. Sitting on the corner if the Director's desk, spread legs swinging slightly to the swaying rhythm, Genesis wasn't fazed in the slightest by Lazard's tastes. This was as sophisticated and classy as the man himself, similarly easy on the ears as he was easy on the eyes.
The blonde smiled against Genesis' lips, breaking the kiss for a moment to take a swig from his glass of foreign white wine. Soon he was back though, demanding entry once again to the young SOLDIER's mouth. His tongue flicked around the warm cavern, bringing a slight sweet tingling on account of the alcohol, Genesis himself trying to suck the residue off hungrily. Lazard interpreted this as he wanted, giving the redhead another hard thrust as he pulled away. It might've been nothing compared to what a SOLDIER could give and receive from comrades but it was enough to draw out a moan. It went almost perfectly with the song, although maybe an octave too high, making Lazard wonder what it would be like to fuck this musical country boy to some classic opera.
One white gloved hand curled around Genesis' member, pumping every time there was a beat of a snare, the other tending to a once neglected nipple, serving as the metallic hissing on the hi-hat. It was almost like they were making the music. And perhaps they were… the slap of meeting skin, moans, groans and whispered names… except this would make one hell of a live performance. Lazard smirked, diving in deeply once more, grazing the teenager's prostate none-too-gently.
Genesis' naked fingers twisted almost painfully in his hair, hips raising and falling to meet with each rapidly increasing thrust, breaths now heavy, laboured pants from bruised lips.
The tempo doubled, the quiet melody of instruments got louder, brasher and more chaotic. Genesis' vocals ran rife, Lazard lost his composure everything coming together and pausing for a moment. Just one moment. The redheaded SOLDIER came into Lazard's warm palm, gripping tightly on to the Director who quickly followed, spilling over into the smaller but thicker body underneath him. The music slowed, keeping a steady pace that dictated their hearts beats until it finished all together.
With a lazy smile, Lazard withdrew and stood a step away. The wince that crossed Genesis' smoothed out features was adorable. And addictive.
The next song started, like the last only with a new walking bass line. "Round three?"
Blinking his eyes open and clear, a look of pure astonishment covered the previous discomfort, Genesis propped himself up by his elbows. "What? When… end?"
The blonde smirked, reaching forwards to push the SOLDIER back down. "Compilation CD, a present from Tseng. 3 whole hours of the best Jazz known to man,"