He couldn't get enough, wanted to touch his own to them all the time even when they were in public. He couldn't help it, they were just so soft and full, a sharp contrast to the blackish metal loop that curled around its lower circumference and ended in two slightly blunt spikes. But he loved the feel of that contrast on his skin, especially when they were wrapped around his hard erection.
Bliss
That's what the feeling was. And he wanted nothing more then to feel that bliss every second of every day. But that was impossible. They both had music to make that wasn't just moans, groans and curses. The other had his solo career and he himself had his own band to worry about. Regardless they both managed to find time during the day to send each other a hasty text then make their way to a relatively unused bathroom on the other side of the studio just so he could feel those delicious lips on his shaft again. Oh he didn't take all the pleasure from the other man, after he had been brought to orgasm once he would quickly become hard again at the sight of the other on his knees a few small flecks of sticky white seed dotted around those wonderful red lips, and push the other up against the wall, carefully preparing him before thrusting into his tight heat. Neither of them ever lasted long because by this point Miyavi was so close from just giving the blow job that his inner walls would constrict painfully tight as he came, causing Saga to quickly reach his own second orgasm.
How he loved those lips.