snippets | La Corda d'Oro - One-shot

Title: Duet
Word Count: 1,777
Genre: Yaoi, slice of life
Fandom: La Corda d'Oro ~Primo Passo~
Character/Pairing: Len Tsukimori/Ryotaro Tschiura
Rating: R

Author's Note: The song referred to is Jean Sibelius's Violin Concerto in D Minor Opus #47 movements II and III. Here's the Youtube rendition.

Summary: Len Tsukimori doesn't know the meaning of relaxing, constantly practicing every minute of the day if he can help it. It's up to Ryotaro to remind the violinist that there are other things one can do on their day off.

Duet

The soft strains of Sibelius wafted into his conscious, gently lifting Ryotaro seamlessly out of a deep slumber. Peace settled deep with him as Ryotaro slowly opened his eyes. It was Sunday and still Len kept on playing, diligent as ever.

How long had they lived together now? Had it really been almost a year, three since the competition that threw them together? Ryotaro stared at the white spackled ceiling, listening. Len’s music, once full of sheer presence and technical mastery was now soft and comforting, the adagio dancing lightly in the air like the light reflecting off the paint from the crystal wind chimes tinkling outside the window.

Even the chimes couldn’t deny Len his music, quietly whispering it’s usual tune rather then distracting the violinist from his morning practice. Now if only Len could forget his morning practice.

Ryotaro rolled over. Would it really be such a bad thing to sleep in now and then? Sitting up on his futon, Ryotaro rubbed a hand through his hair, smoothing the wispy ends down in an attempt to tame the fluffiness. It was entirely too unruly, helped by the hands which had gripped it so fiercely during the night.

Sighing with a deep-seated happiness, Ryotaro quietly stood-up, stretching his limbs to remove the pleasant lethargy which suffused them. Limbered up, Ryotaro grabbed a pair of soft, black pants, pulling them up and over his boxers.

He had never thought he would be playing the piano on a daily basis again, diving into its chords with wild abandon. Nor had Ryotaro thought he would ever share his music with anyone, let alone become so enmeshed within it once again he didn’t know where he ended and his music began.

His soul was filled with music, and that was all thanks to Kahoko. Her simple and honest music was a beacon, reminding him of why he loved the piano in the first place. To share his music with friends and family, to play for himself because he wanted to, those were the things that Kahoko taught him. It wasn’t for the fame that Ryotaro played; he played because he loved coaxing the keys to dance beneath his fingers.

However, it was Len who constantly made him strive higher and farther then ever before. He had to reach unattainable heights in order to keep up with the prodigy, and it was Len who forced him to face his childish pride and smile again.

Len made Ryotaro’s blood boil with desire at each forceful challenge and haughty glare.

Ryotaro’s breath hitched. He could see Len’s face tilted back, his brown eyes flashing with cunning and absolute certainty. Life was never dull with Len around, gazing at him, silently rebuking Ryotaro for not practicing every second of every day. Len’s mother would be proud of the stern taskmaster her son had turned into. She had always had difficulty getting Ryotaro to focus in her volunteer private tutoring sessions whenever Len was nearby.

Ryotaro couldn’t help it. He idolized Misa Hamai’s piano; but he couldn’t concentrate at all when Len was in the room. Ryotaro laughed a little. It had made for interesting days with Len sulking every time Ryotaro became tongue-tied around the duo. It had been a nightmare.

Easing the tension in the elastic band of his pants with a fingertip, Ryotaro grinned. Len surely could use a break by now. He had been practicing non-stop for the last two weeks in preparation for his final exams and who knows when the boy had gotten up this morning.

College was both liberating and incessantly demanding.

Padding across the hardwood floor, Ryotaro crept nearer to his roommate standing in the warm glow of the morning sun flooding in through the window. Len always had a serious expression on his face although he had learned to soften the harshness little by little in the last few years.

It had taken Kahoko’s music to open his heart up, but Ryotaro liked to think it was because of himself that it could be playful and whimsical at times. Ryotaro needed to believe that. Sidling closer to Len, Ryotaro looked down at him, the few additional inches in his height giving him the slight advantage.

It also helped that Len had withdrawn into another world.

Ryotaro stood directly behind Len with only a few inches between their bodies. Gazing over Len’s shoulder, Ryotaro watched the dazzling shine of the rosin glistening off the bow as he plied its supple body over the strings, coaxing an enchanting tale from the violin with every calculated stroke as Len moved from an adagio to an allegro.

Len should really learn to loosen up.

Carefully, Ryotaro eased his arm around Len’s side, amazed that he was so immersed in the music that Len didn’t notice Ryotaro practically breathing down his neck. Using nothing but his fingertip, he lightly ran it against Len’s inner thigh on up to the tip of his jeans.

“Ryotaro!” Len gasped, completely taken by surprise and falling back against Ryotaro’s chest, his bow screeching unbecomingly on the strings. And yet, somehow, Len never dropped his posture; his elbow was still firmly held at right angles to his body and his bow still posed above his violin. Len never failed to amuse Ryotaro.

“Keep playing,” Ryotaro commanded, dropping his chin to Len’s free shoulder. He dragged a finger down the zipper of Len’s jeans, taking the sliding clasp with it. “I want to hear your violin sing,” Ryotaro whispered, sliding his hand between the open lapels of his roommate’s jeans.

Len shivered under Ryotaro’s touch. “You know I can’t practice with you touching me like that.” He glared at Ryotaro from over his shoulder.

“But you can’t let anything distract you from a performance. You need to learn to play through anything and everything.” Ryotaro slid his hand up Len’s cock, reveling in the half-hardened state as Len began to react to his touch.

“That’s unfair.” Len gritted through his teeth as he obediently tucked his violin under his chin. “You know I hate it when you do this to me!” Len’s body said otherwise as it arched slightly against Ryotaro in response to the thumb flicking a particularly sensitive spot on the tip of his cock. A ragged breath later to collect himself, Len pressed his bow to the strings of his violin and began to play again, drawing a tentative sound from the wood instrument.

“That’s right,” Ryotaro murmured against Len’s neck. “Play for me.”

Len shivered against Ryotaro’s demanding touch and voice, playing the last movement of Sibelius’s Volin Concerto in D Minor with fumbling fingers and a shaking vibrato. He was always caught off guard whenever Ryotaro molested him. It drove Ryotaro to even higher euphoric heights, watching Len’s flesh bead with sweat and his arms tremble as he tired to ignore the ever increasing hardness between his legs as Ryotaro’s hands stroked him, teased him in time to the music Len played, tugging the head with every crest of a slur and sliding downwards with each descending run.

Ryotaro blew air across Len’s ear. “You’re so beautiful.” He pressed against Len’s backside. Ryotaro was beginning to ache, his extremities growing heavy and straining against his boxers. Ryotaro pressed harder against Len, rubbing against him as he sought to ease his own discomfort.

“Stop that,” Len groaned, barely able to hold onto his bow even as he kept playing, the music driving hard and fast towards the climax of the piece. Ryotaro smiled and kissed Len’s ear, noticing the change in the music as Len’s technique dropped another notch.

“You know you like it when I do this.” Ryotaro squeezed his hand, delighting in the feeling of heat against his palm and the rough edge of miniscule hairs abrading his skin. He flexed his hips again, almost involuntary with the need to bring this bit of foreplay to an end.

“You’re obsessed,” Len ground out, convulsing beneath Ryotaro’s hand and now standing only because Ryotaro was holding him tightly. All his strength was going to completing the allegro, his fingers flying over the keys with minor disregard to the slight additional slurring, the half a beat misstep in the rhythm. The climax of the song was just out of reach…

Ryotaro slipped a finger down along the base of Len’s cock, massaging the skin as he struggled to fit his hand into Len’s tight-fitting jeans. A second later, just when Len’s music felt ready to burst with tension, the music reverberating in the air in time to their labored breathing and hanging, just hanging with need…

Ryotaro pressed a finger deep inside Len.

And then the music was falling, tumbling in a downward spiral of whimpering ecstasy. Ryotaro hooked his finger, pumping inside Len and reveling in the feeling of the cock in his hand pulsating as it spurt semen all over it, and mesmerized by the dazed look in his partner’s eyes as Len sagged in his arms, his bow now lying limp at his side and his violin cradled against his heaving chest, the few remaining lines of the song left unfinished.

He loved the flushed desire on Len’s face and the openness in those few brief moments after release. But the unfocused gaze disappeared quickly. Reluctantly, Ryotaro withdrew his finger from Len’s body, and pulled his hand out of Len’s jeans. Len stiffened, just a little, from the sucking sensation as Ryotaro withdrew.

“Are you happy now?” Len grumbled, doing nothing to move away from Ryotaro’s support.

Ryotaro shifted, pressing his cock harder against Len’s ass. “I’m getting there,” Ryotaro murmured, blushing a little from his forwardness. He hated asking for more, but he couldn’t help it. Len’s music taunted him, and Ryotaro never could back down from a challenge much to his detriment and delight.

“Well, we’re not going to get anything done with the way you are now,” Len remarked, pulling away from Ryotaro’s embrace. He carefully set his violin back in its case, the bow following quickly afterwards. Ryotaro’s gaze followed Len’s movements, itching to either tear off Len’s jeans or zip them back up.

Len turned and started walking towards the back of the apartment, glancing over his shoulder; he smirked, his eyes flashing with amusement. “Well, are you going to follow me or not?”

Ryotaro grinned slowly. “That depends on where you’re going.”

“Well, for now the bedroom, but next time, we’ll see how well you perform on the piano. I’m sure I can make you come long before you’re finished.”

Ryotaro laughed. He could hardly wait.

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