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The roar of the crowd could no doubt be heard from miles away as bright white spotlights finally flicker on, beaming down on the band members below.
The frantic screaming of fans can still be heard even after the music comes to a smooth close, even when they're being ushered out of the stadium by security, even after the band members retreat from the stadium grounds into their dedicated vehicle.
Even though Toki was surrounded by thousands and thousands of adoring fans trying desperately to get his attention while on stage, Toki just couldn't take his eyes off him.
Off Skwisgaar.
The spotlight does Skwisgaar justice. The light almost makes him look angelic, bouncing off his skin and hair in a way that makes him glow. Toki's palms grow sweaty as he holds his guitar, completely enamored by the sight.
Even after the performance, he still looks heavenly. Even with his corpse paint melting off his face due to sweat and the heat of the spotlights, he could still take Toki's breath away. Toki can't tear his eyes away from the man sitting across from him.
Skwisgaar catches him staring, casting him a small side glance. He seems amused to have caught Toki staring in awe once again, like it was some funny little game.
Toki shows no embarrassment, no hint of shame. How could he not admire what was standing right beside him?
Skwisgaar catches Toki staring once again, his arms crossed as he leans back into the seat of their limo. He holds that same amused look in his eyes, tapping his finger on his bicep as if thinking, as if trying to decipher something. Toki meets his gaze, and there's an undeniable crackle of tension. A sudden realization, maybe.
They're seconds away from playing, seconds away from giving all these people the show they were dying for. But Toki didn't care too much for playing at the moment. He didn't care about appeasing the fans.
He was dying for something, too. And it wasn't this. God, it wasn't this.
Skwisgaar holds his gaze for a moment longer before lowering his head, his blonde hair covering up most of his face, but Toki could see that small smirk. He could see the way his fingers grew antsy.
The show starts.
The limo rolls steadily as they continue their quiet ride. The rest of their bandmates were exhausted from the show, too tired to chat or get on each other's nerves. Certainly too worn out to notice the look the two of them were sharing.
Skwisgaar gives him that same smirk that Toki had seen on stage. Shifts a little in his seat, seeming to grow just as antsy. He raises his eyebrows at Toki, his eyes seeming to tell the Norwegian that he knows exactly why he's staring. That he knows exactly what he wants.
But Skwisgaar isn't giving him that look just to cruelly tease. Not at all. In fact, Toki watches as the man extends his leg so that his boot can subtly trace at Toki's inner calf before being planted back on the ground. He was insinuating, he was giving him a hint.
Toki can't help his own smirk as it seems Skwisgaar wants the exact same thing he does.
Their guitars both produce sweet sounds to compliment the growl of Nathan's voice as he begins to sing. The sound of Pickle's drums and Murderface's bass following them in situ. They're careful not to drown out the sounds of their bandmates. It wasn't time for their guitars to shine. Not yet, anyways.
Toki's eyes train on his instrument, careful not to play the wrong note, not to make the wrong sound. But he couldn't help the way his eyes would occasionally gravitate towards Skwisgaar, and the small bit of surprise he'd get when Skwisgaar would be looking back.
By the time the limo rolls to a stop and they step back into Mordhaus, they're both brimming with impatience. He could see how tense Skwisgaar was, could feel how his eyes kept lingering. He could feel the heat of the fellow guitarist's body as he intentionally bumped shoulders with Toki as they walked, signaling it had to be now. It needed to be now.
They carefully avoid their bandmates trying to coax them into an after party, making up excuses, declining at every turn. It wasn't normal behavior for them, they can both admit, but they couldn't waste time on a party. Not now.
When they manage to slip free of their bandmates gazes, Skwisgaar grabs Toki's wrist with a firmness, leading him to a room he had been in so many times before.
The pace picks up, the speed of their fingers increasing as they both keep up with the beat. Toki feels himself getting flushed, uncomfortably warm. He didn't know if it was from the spotlights or something else. He keeps up with Skwisgaar perfectly, like so many times before. He brings out the best in the Swede's playing. He could hear the alluring sounds of Skwisgaar's guitar echoing in his head.
They waste no time. None at all. Before Toki knows it he's sitting on the edge of that familiar bed with Skwisgaar positioned in his lap. The Swede's corpse paint was still messy on his face, but he hardly seemed to care. His fingers are deeply tangled in Toki's hair, his breath hot against the Norwegian's open mouth.
Their guitars whine in sync as the sound of all four instruments playing mend together to create an appealing melody. Toki can't get enough. He grins, sweat rolling down his neck as he finally looks up fully at Skwisgaar. The man is deep into his playing, his fingers rough and powerful on the strings. His eyes are closed in concentration as he follows the beat perfectly, just as he practiced.
They're half clothed. Toki can feel Skwisgaar's hands roaming all over his bare torso as he has him locked in a powerful kiss. Those same fingers he was mesmerized by were now trailing roughly down his body, tracing his scars, caressing the frame of his body. He knew Skwisgaar's eyes were closed, he knew the blonde was doing this all from memory. He knew that the other guitarist knew the places to touch that would make his breath hitch, produce the sounds he wanted to hear, drag out the deep, groaning melody he wanted to elicit from Toki.
Toki was being played just like that damn guitar.
The attention was now all on Skwisgaar. Nathan's voice had exited the song for now, leaving room for the heavenly sounds of the guitar that were now filling the stadium.
Toki stands, mesmerized, his fingers paused on the strings as he looks at the man beside him. He was always frustrated that he never got the solos, that he never had the time to shine, but god, whenever he heard Skwisgaar play, he realized just how amazing the guitarist actually was.
Toki's breathing comes in sloppy and short as Skwisgaar kisses down his neck, his hands dipping under the waistband of Toki's jeans. His fingers are buried in Skwisgaar's hair, his eyes hazy as the blonde's hands find exactly what they're looking for.
Skwisgaar halts the kissing as he leans back to look at Toki, to look at the mess he's turned the man into, and he smirks. All of Toki's attention was on Skwisgaar, totally fixated. He had a feeling the blonde liked the attention, liked Toki's inability to think of anything else.
Skwisgaar cups Toki's face once more before locking him into another kiss, his other hand teasing at Toki, leaving his body yearning, trembling. The exact reaction Skwisgaar was looking for.
The build up of the solo is slow, it doesn't start out strong. But even with the slow pace, the crowd was still sucked in. Toki can see the sweat on Skwisgaar's skin, the concentration and tension in his body, the way his fingers worked tirelessly as he worked on the build up.
He swallows thickly, a foreign heat coursing through his body.
The heat in his body is unbearable as Skwisgaar teases him, and Toki grips the blondes waist desperately. They were both now fully naked, and Toki would do anything to get to the real fun, anything to soothe the aching in his lower body.
But Skwisgaar wanted to build up the tension, make it last as long as possible, make Toki's mind race. Skwisgaar's mouth is positioned near Toki's ear, his hand tucking strands of long, brown hair behind his ear. His whispers are smooth and raunchy, doing nothing but spiking the heat in Toki's body and making him whine.
Skwisgaar's guitar whines beautifully as he leads up to the meat of his solo, to the sounds everyone wants to hear. Everyone's sucked in, everyone's watching. Skwisgaar leans his head back, beautiful blonde hair slipping off his shoulders as he plays.
Finally, the teasing stops, and they get to what they really want. To what Toki's been dying for.
Toki plants a palm on the small of Skwisgaar's back as he takes it all in, his eyes closed and head leaned back as he lets out short gasps. His blonde hair cascades off his shoulders like golden waves. Toki wastes no time in nipping at his exposed neck, letting out his own muffled noises as Skwisgaar takes him in.
He didn't know how it was so good every time.
His fingers move at lighting speed, faster and faster. It's like he's under some sort of trance. He's unrelenting, tireless.
Skwisgaar doesn't even give them a minute to adjust, immediately grinding his hips and getting to work. His breath is quick and short as Toki gasps and lets out deep groans, bucking his hips up into Skwisgaar on occasion, trying to chase the feeling of pleasure. His movements coax beautiful, quiet moans out of Skwisgaar that he wished were so much louder, and he knew he could make them louder if he had a little more control, just a little.
Skwisgaar's pace quickens, totally in control. The delicious ending that everybody was waiting for, finally nearing.
Toki shudders as Skwisgaar buries his face in the crook of Toki's neck, the pleasure taking over his body in waves as they keep at it. He can feel the burning sting of the Swede's nails dragging across his already scarred back, but he didn't care. A brief thought flashes in his mind. A scar from Skwisgaar wouldn't be too bad. It wouldn't be bad at all.
The strings get plucked roughly, and yet for how relentlessly the guitar was being played, it never betrayed Skwisgaar by going off note or snapping a string.
The melody echoes across the stadium.
Toki is vocal, very vocal. He can't keep his mouth shut as he pleads and moans. Skwisgaar seems to enjoy it. Toki's voice in this state was like music to the blonde's ears. He's coming undone, they both are. The sounds spilling out of their mouths echo throughout Skwisgaar's room.
Skwisgaar holds his instrument close. Everyone's on the edge of their seats, ready to raise an uproar, ready to scream and shout.
Skwisgaar holds onto Toki desperately, as if Toki could even escape in their current state. But that seemed to be a habit of his. Toki never pointed it out, he didn't mind it. He simply clings back.
The grinding of the blondes hips was driving him to insanity, creating a suffocating tightness in his lower stomach. He wouldn't last much longer, he knew.
The last few seconds of Skwisgaar's solo make the crowd go wild, and if Toki didn't know better even he would be screaming and making a scene too. The wailing of the guitar was enough to make anyone scream. He can even see his fellow bandmates grinning.
The few long moments that remain before Toki can't handle it anymore are pure bliss. There was no greater satisfaction then having Skwisgaar in his lap, the two of them tangled up in each other, the sounds of their breath mingling together. He couldn't get enough. He warns Skwisgaar in a hushed tone, just in case the blonde didn't want to deal with the mess inside, but he didn't seem to care. In fact, his pace quickens, and Toki can't help the loud sounds that get coaxed out of his mouth.
Disappointingly, the end was now, but the disappointment was washed away by the final strums of the guitar, the final grace of notes.
Toki couldn't handle it anymore, and he knew Skwisgaar was at his limit as well with the way his body was shuddering. Skwisgaar moaned helplessly into the crook of Toki's neck, and it didn't help Toki's current predicament at all. That beautiful voice, those gorgeous sounds. He couldn't.
And with one final, loud shred, Skwisgaar's guitar finally falls silent. The blonde's chest was heaving and his eyes were glinting, a smile on his face, and Toki just stands there. He stares, mouth slightly open as his eyes hungrily take in the sight before him. The sight of perfection.
He felt like he was on fire.
Skwisgaar finally reaches his orgasm a few minutes after Toki has already had his, and the loud, throaty groan that escapes the man almost makes Toki want to do it all over again. He watches in complete awe as Skwisgaar sits back from the crook of Toki's neck, panting heavily. The blondes features were filled with relief as he rides out the high, tilting his head slightly.
Toki wants to devour him. He was on fire. But he swallows back the urge and instead gently kisses at Skwisgaar's exposed neck as he comes down. The blonde allows a satisfied sigh to escape his lips, and Toki can't help but whisper adoring words to him. Words he wanted to speak back on that stage. Words he wanted to speak whenever he was close to the man. This was the only time he was allowed.
They immediately have to pick up where the song was left off, Nathan's singing starting back up so they can close out the rest. Toki continues his playing, side stepping slightly to get closer to Skwisgaar's side. He wanted to be close. He wanted to whisper his thoughts.
Skwisgaar notices, but he only allows a short shoulder bump before drawing away again. He smiles, though. A knowing smile. He knows what Toki wants to say.
Toki can see that smile. The smile Skwisgaar only has when the praise comes tumbling his way, when he's actually enjoying the company he has, when he's having one of his rare good days. The smile Toki adores so much.
To be able to make a man like that smile, a man so perfect, so talented, was Toki's greatest accomplishment.
The stage lights shut off with a loud sound as the show ends.
And all Toki can think about is how damn amazing Skwisgaar was.