I turned to face him because he deserved that from me.
“Whatever you need.”
Yasu walked closer, my breath caught as he leaned in, his breath fanning over my face. Maybe it was that I was in his room that I was reading so much into the simple move, but it had my blood heating and rushing south. It wasn’t the first time that day, thanks to the singer.
He smirked as if reading the shift in my arousal. “You might regret saying that.”
“Doubt it.” Fuck, that sounded winded as shit. Yasu knew what he was doing, and I needed to tread carefully.
That smile only grew more wicked as he leaned in closer. If I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn that he was about to kiss me. The man hated me on the best of days, so it was wishful thinking.
Did I want to kiss him? Fuck yeah.
I wanted to peel back his layers and discover what made him tick. While Itsuki was sweet and innocent, Yasu was the bull in the china shop that I wanted to tame. He was all wild fascination that begged me to test my limits.
“You need to back off. Stay away from Itsuki. He doesn’t know what he’s getting into. I don’t want him to get hurt because you don’t know how not to toy with someone.”
My irritation only grew because here he was making assumptions about me again. What was it about Yasu that made him think that I didn’t know how to be nice to people?
“I wouldn’t mess with him like that. And what makes you think I’m into him like that to begin with?” My eyebrow rose in question as I continued to stare down Yasu.
He cleared his throat, moving in closer until there was hardly any space between us. We were so close that every line of his body pressed against mine—I wasn’t the only one affected by our proximity. The hard ridge of Yasu’s arousal pressed into my thigh, and I wanted so badly to rub against it, to see if I could make him gasp. The only thing stopping me was that he was obviously pissed at me still. The move would only serve to make him angrier.
Yasu hummed, and my breath caught when he rolled his hips. “You’re saying that you aren’t?”
This was so fucking dangerous, the wrong answer could fuck everything up. It was getting harder and harder to control my body. The longer I could feel his cock pulsing against mine, the harder I got. I wanted to rut against him, find some relief, but that wasn’t why I’d come over here. I’d come because I wanted to sort things out. To remove the awkward tension. Did this even count?
Or were we only adding to it?
Chapter 15
Itsuki
Was this petticoat too full?
I frowned in the mirror as I tried on the costume for our next promotional video. One of my favorite things had always been getting to dress up. The label always supported that. They never once forced me into a box, making me dress a certain way just because of what was between my legs. It was one of the biggest draws to Vis Kei rock.
I pressed down against the magenta skirt to see if it would lie any more flat. Normally I loved when my skirt flared out around me. It made spinning while I performed all that more fun because it would fluff up to expose the bloomers underneath. The crowd always went wild, but something seemed to be missing at this point.
What the hell was missing?
I shook my head when an assistant came in to check the costume. She fussed with a few of the straps, making the bodice tighter against my chest before adding the lacy headdress on topof my head after tying my hair into pigtails. It was such an iconic look, but I didn’t feel like myself. Something was so incredibly off.
“Itsuki-san?” the girl asked, sensing my unease.
“Sorry,” I said, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. Why the heck was I so distracted? This wasn’t like me at all. Costuming was one of my favorite things—all I wanted to do was run away and escape. To take everything off and head home to hide in my apartment until everything felt normal again. “It’s a gorgeous dress; I’m just...”
The girl smiled at me. She’d been helping the band for a while—I should have known her name by now. I’d made a point of learning everyone’s name. It was one of the things I prided myself on, with being the friendliest member of the band.
“There’s something off?” She asked, and maybe it wasn’t just me who had picked up on it. Over the last few years, I’d learned to trust the team that took care of us. This girl was proving that she was one of those people.
When I continued to say nothing, she gave me a half-smile. “Sachiko Chikaharu,” she said as she stood before me and bowed. “I’ve been working on your costumes for the last year.”
I cleared my throat before giving her a polite bow in return. “I feel terrible that I didn’t know your name, Sachiko-san.”
Her smile brightened as she started fussing with the dress again, adjusting the corset at the back to see if making it just a little tighter did the trick. It didn’t. Both of us frowned in the mirror at the realization.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m quiet, and it wasn’t like I went out of my way to let anyone know what my name was,” Sachiko explained as she made a few more adjustments. Nothing she did seemed to help.
