given get the chance to perform at a music industry event, but when Mafuyu sees Ritsuka in his suit the two of them get other ideas.

When Ritsuka and Mafuyu arrive at the studio they find Haruki chatting excitedly on his phone outside the room.

"Yes," he says into the phone. "Yes we have our own instruments..."

He waves to them and the pair head inside where they find Akihiko scrolling on his own phone while sitting behind the drum kit.

"Yo," he greets them, looking up.

"Who's Haruki talking to?" Ritsuka asks as he and Mafuyu shrug their guitars off their backs.

"Some venue I think," Akihiko says. "They called when we arrived."

"Is he booking a show?" asks Mafuyu, glancing curiously at the door.

"Probably." Akihiko gets up, stretching. "Hopefully he gets done soon, I want to get started."

Fortunately Haruki soon comes back into the room, waving his phone and grinning.

"I got us a gig," he announces triumphantly. "Next weekend at the Gilded Sakura Hotel."

Akihiko lets out a low whistle. "Fancy place."

"Yeah isn't that pretty far away?" Ritsuka asks. "Like almost halfway to Yokohama?"

"It is," says Haruki. "All the bands appearing are being offered rooms for the night as part of the fee though so that makes it a little easier."

"That's very generous of them," says Mafuyu.

"What's the event?" Akihiko asks.

"There's a music industry conference that weekend," explains Haruki. "We're part of the roster for the Saturday evening entertainment."

"Holy shit, really?" Ritsuka can't keep from grinning. "That's awesome!"

"Yeah, it's a good opportunity," agrees Akihiko. "We'll have to schmooze and stuff though won't we?"

Haruki nods. "Most likely."

"What does that involve?" Mafuyu asks.

"Ass kissing," puts in Ritsuka.

"Don't scare the poor boy Uecchi," Haruki chides. "It's networking."

Turning back to Mafuyu, he explains what he knows about the people who will be in attendance and Ritsuka half listens. He'll do what he has to and he's grateful to Haruki for getting them the gig but no matter which way Haruki slices it, ass kissing is the word for what they'll be doing and Ritsuka can't help thinking how fucking boring it's going to make the rest of the evening. Still, it's not like this is an opportunity they get frequently so he'll play nice.

"Oh, before I forget," adds Haruki, bringing Ritsuka's attention back to the conversation. "There's a dress code."

Ritsuka snorts. "Seriously?"

"Absolutely," Haruki says. "It's a fancy place."

"Okay so no ripped jeans," shrugs Ritsuka. "Big deal."

"More like suit and tie," says Haruki.

Ritsuka lets out a groan. "Do we have to?"

"'Fraid so Uecchi," Haruki grins. "Is everyone able to get their hands on a suit?"

"You know I can," says Akihiko. "Sounds like fun."

"Judas," Ritsuka mutters to himself.

"Did you say something Ritsu?" Mafuyu asks.

"No." Ritsuka shakes his head. "I can wear a suit, just think it's dumb considering the kind of music we play."

"Mafuyu can you get one?" Akihiko asks.

Mafuyu nods. "I have one at home."

"Great, that's settled then," says Haruki. "Shall we figure out a set list?"

Having finished combing his hair, Ritsuka straightens his jacket cuffs in the mirror and emerges from his and Mafuyu's roomy hotel bathroom to find Mafuyu sitting on one of the beds, checking his guitar.

"Did you get that string to stay in tune?" he asks.

Mafuyu nods. "Yeah, it seems to—" He looks up from the guitar, his words vanishing as his gaze lands on Ritsuka. His eyes are wide and mouth slightly open, seemingly struck dumb.

"Uh..." Ritsuka frowns, glancing down at his clothes when Mafuyu's stare continues in silence. "Is there something on me?"

"No," says Mafuyu quickly. "You just... you look good."

"I look like a dork," Ritsuka gripes, "but... thanks. You look nice too."

Mafuyu gives him a little smile, his eyes seeming to sparkle. The expression on his face is familiar though Ritsuka can't quite place it.

"Hey, Ma—"

A knock at the door interrupts his words. When he answers it he finds Akihiko and Haruki, both dressed and ready.

"Looking good," Akihiko greets them. "You guys ready?"

Ritsuka looks to Mafuyu, who nods, still with that same wide-eyed look on his face. As they head downstairs and get ready to take the stage, Ritsuka can't stop wondering about Mafuyu. He knows he's seen that look on his boyfriend's face before—it's the same silent, starry-eyed expression Mafuyu had the very first time Ritsuka fixed his guitar strings and when they first started playing together. More recently he's seen it on dates or in the mornings after they spend the night together. But why would Mafuyu be looking at him like that now?

Even as the four of them climb the steps to the stage and start to perform, Ritsuka finds half his mind still on Mafuyu. His fingers find their way instinctively over the fretboard, keeping pace with Akihiko's percussion and Haruki's bassline, even as he continues thinking about his boyfriend. Though he keeps telling himself that Mafuyu was probably just being cute (as he often is) Ritsuka can't stop thinking there was something else in that look (and that, if they'd gotten to stay in their room upstairs, he's sure he'd know what it was about by now).

As Mafuyu begins to sing, Ritsuka looks over at him, meeting his gaze. Something passes between them, an electric shock that goes right through Ritsuka's body and makes the rest of the world seem to vanish in an instant. All at once, Ritsuka realises what it was that he saw in Mafuyu's face when they were upstairs. His fingers falter slightly on his guitar and he grits his teeth as he gets back on the rhythm, looking away from Mafuyu to keep his mind on the music.

The rest of their set passes in a blur; Ritsuka knows it goes well (even with his tiny hiccup) but having figured out Mafuyu half his brain is decidedly otherwise engaged. By the time they finish their last song to applause and cheers and take their bows, Ritsuka is eager to vacate the stage; he practically bounds off it, the rest of the band following behind him. Unfortunately for him, they're met by the event organiser, a man in a sharp suit with slicked back hair, who insists on telling them all how much he enjoyed their set and asking a lot of questions. Ritsuka is sure his smile looks as forced as it feels—how could it not be when he's so impatient to get out of here?

When the man eventually leaves and Haruki spots his friend Take in the crowd and goes to say hello, Ritsuka seizes his chance and grabs Mafuyu's hand.

"Back in a bit, cover for us," he says quickly to Akihiko, dragging Mafuyu away before either can say anything.

Ritsuka and Mafuyu make their way swiftly through the crowd, dodging around other musicians and audience members, all well dressed. None of them pays them any mind and soon Ritsuka pulls Mafuyu into a lift and jabs the button for their floor. The doors slide shut and Mafuyu gives him a quizzical look.

"Ritsu—"

"Is it the suit?" Ritsuka asks.

Mafuyu's lips, soft and pink where he's chewed on them in the minutes before they went on stage, drop open before he nods, face colouring a little. "It... looks good."

"You really like it that much?"

Again, Mafuyu nods. The lift chimes to announce their arrival to their floor and the doors open. For a moment, Ritsuka feels rooted to the spot, his gaze stuck entirely on Mafuyu, before Mafuyu takes his hand again and pulls him out of the lift and down the corridor towards their room. Pulling out his key, he leads the way inside and closes the door behind them with a definitive click before turning back to Ritsuka.

"You're really quiet," he says, linking their fingers together.

"I guess," replies Ritsuka, gently squeezing Mafuyu's hand.

"Is it because I like the suit?"

"It's because I look like a twat in it."

Mafuyu laughs, his face lighting up in the way Ritsuka likes the very most. "I don't think so."

"No?"

"No, I think it looks sexy."

Heat creeps up Ritsuka's neck, hidden only by the collar of his shirt. "Really?"

"Yep." Mafuyu runs his hands over Ritsuka's chest, his fingers exploring the texture of the fabric and sliding up the lapels of the jacket to rest on Ritsuka's shoulders. His gaze seems to drink Ritsuka in, savouring him like something delicious before he meets Ritsuka's gaze once more. "Is that okay?"

"I... I mean yeah, it's fine, just..." Ritsuka half laughs. "I didn't expect it I guess."

Mafuyu's little smile turns more mischievous. "So did you bring me up here just to ask me if it was the suit?"

The heat that's been fighting its way up Ritsuka's neck finally makes it past his collar to his face and he feels his cheeks redden slightly. "Well... not just that."

"Haruki's going to be really angry when he realises we skipped out on the 'networking'," Mafuyu says.

Ritsuka resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Yeah well, Haruki's going to have a shit time downstairs talking to boring stuffed shirts while I get to do this."

With that, he tilts his head, brushing his lips against Mafuyu's, feeling the hands on his shoulders grip the fabric of his suit a little tighter. When Mafuyu sighs softly, his breath grazing over Ritsuka's lips, Ritsuka kisses him properly, letting his tongue slip past Mafuyu's open lips to taste the lingering scent of the mint he ate earlier. Mafuyu responds in kind, swiping his tongue along the underside of Ritsuka's to make his heart race. As their kisses grow more fervent, Ritsuka pulls Mafuyu closer, his arms tight around him as they pick their way across the room to one of the beds. Lying Mafuyu down on it, Ritsuka moves his kisses along his jaw, groaning softly when Mafuyu's fingers card through his hair, massaging his scalp.

"Ritsu..." Mafuyu's voice is breathless on his lips, his grasp on Ritsuka's hair tightening as Ritsuka nibbles on his earlobe. The hitch of Mafuyu's breath makes Ritsuka's gut tighten in anticipation and he swipes his tongue up the shell of Mafuyu's ear to make him shiver at the feeling.

"You okay?" Ritsuka whispers.

Mafuyu nods. "More, please."

Encouraged, Ritsuka kisses him again, enjoying the taste of Mafuyu's tongue once more as Mafuyu runs both hands down his back. When he feels Mafuyu's hands on his ass, he half grins into the kiss, pressing their bodies closer together. Mafuyu moves his body against Ritsuka's, his legs parting as they continue until Ritsuka can grind their hips together. A little gasp parts their lips again, Mafuyu's eyelashes fluttering on his cheekbones as he looks up at Ritsuka.

"Enjoying yourself?" Ritsuka asks with a little grin. He rolls his hips down and Mafuyu arches his back, a little whine in the very back of his throat. "Feels like it."

"Don't be mean," Mafuyu implores him, his eyebrows puckered adorably over his wide eyes. "Couldn't stop thinking about you when we were performing."

"Couldn't stop thinking about you either," says Ritsuka, brushing Mafuyu's fringe out of his eyes with one hand. "Wanted to get you alone."

"Well you have me alone now," says Mafuyu, too eager to truly be coy. "What do you want to do with me?"

"I have a few ideas."

Ritsuka gives him a grin before lowering his head again. Kissing along Mafuyu's jaw, he tugs on Mafuyu's tie to undo it, popping the top button of his shirt to open his collar and kiss more of his skin. Mafuyu whimpers at the feeling—it's one of Ritsuka's favourite sounds in the world and he trails open mouthed kisses down Mafuyu's throat to hear it more. Where he meets Mafuyu's collarbone he sucks lightly; Mafuyu lets out a moan, clinging to Ritsuka.

"Please," he breathes, hips twitching helplessly up against Ritsuka's. "Want you."

Ritsuka slides one hand down Mafuyu's body, palming his cock through his trousers and squeezing to elicit another sweet little moan. "Wow, you're so hard."

"Ritsu—"

"I know, I'll stop teasing."

With quick fingers, Ritsuka gets Mafuyu's belt and trousers open, slipping his hand inside to work his cock free. Mafuyu hisses softly at the feeling before moaning once more when Ritsuka wraps his hand around it and slowly strokes.

"What do you want?" Ritsuka murmurs into Mafuyu's ear, enjoying the way Mafuyu's lips tremble as he tries to work up the presence of mind to respond.

"I want... want your mouth," he says slowly, his breath catching as Ritsuka squeezes his cock again. "Oh—please!"

Ritsuka leaves a softer kiss to his cheek. "Okay beautiful."

Not wanting to keep Mafuyu waiting any longer, he moves down the bed, leaving a little kiss to the head of Mafuyu's cock and looking up at him. Mafuyu gazes back, his eyes dark and full, and Ritsuka slowly drags his tongue up his cock to watch the blush on his cheeks grow deeper. Further gentle licks up his cock make Mafuyu's fingers grip the bedclothes, his voice a low waver in the otherwise silent room—Ritsuka takes his time to work him up, enjoying the way Mafuyu's whole focus stays on him and him alone. Once he's satisfied with his work, he closes his lips around the end, flicking his tongue over the tip to make Mafuyu gasp and jolt on the bed. Stroking Mafuyu's cock with one hand, Ritsuka sucks on the head, savouring the feeling of it on his tongue and the way Mafuyu drops his head to the pillow, giving himself over to the pleasure of it.

"F... feels so good," Mafuyu murmurs, shuddering when Ritsuka's tongue teases under the head of his cock. "Oh my god!"

Elated that Mafuyu is enjoying himself, Ritsuka keeps from smiling and starts to slowly bob his head, sucking more of Mafuyu's cock into his mouth, his fingers keeping steady pace over the rest of it. He drags his tongue along the underside and Mafuyu moans louder, relinquishing the bedclothes and sinking his fingers back into Ritsuka's hair. Groaning softly around Mafuyu's cock, Ritsuka lets him use his grip to pick up the pace a little, clearly too desperate to let Ritsuka continue to tease.

"Ri... Ritsu..." Mafuyu's cock twitches in Ritsuka's mouth as he sucks a little harder, groaning again to send a hum through Mafuyu's body. It makes Mafuyu moan afresh, his fingers trembling on Ritsuka's scalp. When Ritsuka takes his cock to the back of his throat, Mafuyu cries out louder, bucking his hips up. "Oh sh... shit!"

Knowing that Mafuyu is beginning to get close (he rarely swears otherwise), Ritsuka redoubles his efforts, one hand finding its way up Mafuyu's thigh to play with his balls in the way he loves. As expected, Mafuyu lets out more profanities, his voice wavering in pleasure, and Ritsuka gets a pleased hitch in his stomach. As he bobs his head, he opens his throat, letting Mafuyu roll his hips into it to chase his release. The tremble in Mafuyu's thighs tells him how close Mafuyu is to the edge, even more so than Mafuyu's own voice as he murmurs a soft mantra of yes yes yes and releases Ritsuka's hair with one hand to press it to his lips. Mafuyu soon comes with a choked gasp against his fingers, his body shuddering and stilling as his cock twitches, and Ritsuka swallows, the movement seeming to intensify the feeling. When Mafuyu lets out a final soft sigh and lets go of Ritsuka's hair, Ritsuka lifts his head, swallowing again before giving Mafuyu a grin.

"Better?"

Mafuyu half laughs. "Yeah," he says, satisfaction making his face slacker now. "Definitely more fun than whatever's going on downstairs right now."

With a snort of laughter, Ritsuka leans up to kiss him. Mafuyu's tongue is lazier against his own now, the whine he lets out at the taste softer than those that came before, but his arms around Ritsuka's neck are tight and greedy, wanting him close. When they part once more, Ritsuka brushes the tips of their noses together, sharing a secretive smile with Mafuyu.

"So," he says, "are you ready to go back?"

Mafuyu raises an eyebrow. "Not at all," he says, sliding a hand down between them: Ritsuka hisses softly as he feels it find his cock. "Doesn't feel like you are either."

Unable to argue, Ritsuka shakes his head. "I think I could stay here a little longer."

Mafuyu kisses him, pulling him closer once more.

Taking two more glasses of champagne from a passing tray, Akihiko winds his way back through the crowd to find Haruki, still spitting feathers. He offers one of the glasses to him and Haruki takes it, the scowl remaining firmly on his face.

"I can't believe they did this," Haruki says for what feels like the hundredth time. "I told them they had to stay here and network for god's sake."

Akihiko suppresses a chuckle, covering himself by taking a sip of his drink. "You could see it coming a mile away though—you shouldn't be surprised."

"Oh shut up, you know I'm not surprised," Haruki snaps, turning his glare on Akihiko. "They could have at least tried to keep it in their pants for a couple of hours but they literally vanished the second we got off stage—"

"And you're saying you don't want to get out of here and fuck?" Akihiko asks, smirking when the colour in Haruki's cheeks rises almost to boiling point.

"That's not the point!" Haruki protests. "They fucking abandoned us and we're meant to be in this togeth—"

"Tell you what," offers Akihiko, stepping closer and lowering his voice so that no one nearby can possibly hear them. "When we go back to our room later we can fuck really loudly right against the wall and keep them up all night long. Sound good?"

The colour in Haruki's face seems to deepen even further but he glances around quickly before nodding. "I... yeah, okay."

"Great." Akihiko gives him a grin, pleased to know that his efforts this evening will be rewarded and making a mental note to never let either of the others live this down.