Tohma Seguchi watched the singing vocalist with a happy smile. He was always so much more gorgeous when he was outside of his child mode. Ryuichi Sakuma sure was a beautiful man. Beautiful for all his looks, personality and internationally famous vocals.
But said beautiful man was currently not happy with Tohma. Why you may ask? Why is Tohma's on again off again love pissed at him? It's because Tohma refused to go out and buy the vocalist some more pocky. And now he was faced with the predicament of a hard on caused by the man's display on the practice area.
Those lips were so close to the microphone they may as well be kissing it. That voice was flowing so gorgeously into the recording device, just like those lips had kissed Tohma's. Just like that voice had called his name.
'shit' cursed Tohma in his head. Those thoughts and memories only made his hard on worse. But his eyes were peeled onto the microphone, an idea formulating from under that infamous hat.
Tohma sneakily walked up to the distracted vocalist. Ryuichi hadn't noticed the blonde at all...untill it was too late.
A pale hand had snuck to the front of a white shirt quickly nabbing the microphone. Tohma knew it was highly unlike him, but when he was alone with Ryuichi the boys attitude was an infectious disease. Ryuichi always managed to get the better of Tohma, turning the president into a child.
So here he was, work suit and all running the opposite end of the studio holding the cordless microphone with a screaming and yelling Ryuichi behind him, chasing him. Tohma couldn't help the childish laugh that escaped his lips, the adrenalin was great.
That was until he found himself slammed against the wall. He moved forward and dangled the black object in front of Ryuichi's face.
"I stole your microphone." Tohma teased with an evil smirk.
"Give it back!" Pouted the brunette stomping his foot.
"No." Tohma said simply flashing his most innocent smile.
"humph!" Ryuichi pouted. Tohma's eyes were closed in his innocent smile that he didn't notice the vocalist leaning in. It was when lips where on his that his eyes opened wide. He would have said Ryuichi's name if it were not for his preoccupied mouth.
Tohma smiled, he had had the last "laugh" so to speak. Ryuichi was back in his clutches kissing him as always. And soon enough, thought Tohma, that couch over there will come in handy.
What Tohma didn't know, or didn't see, was the hand that snaked around his body reaching for the now almost forgotten microphone.
"YOINK!" Tohma looked up with a confused expression as Ryuichi bounded away back to his practice laughing maniacally.
The blonde just stood with a defeated expression. Nope, as always the famous Ryuichi had outwitted Tohma again, using his sexuality to turn the tables against the president.
Ryuichi Sakuma had had the last laugh.