Rui’s microphone has been really sensitive lately. Picking up on the smallest things. Even his little mutterings he does every now and then. So it’s not a surprise when he needs to turn his microphone off—but he is every other second.

Everytime Tsukasa touches him in the dance, it sends a jolt of electricity up his spine. It feels so good, so, so good. He almost moaned into the microphone while singing because of it.

“Left side, right side, ha- ah— mukidashite pa pa pa terekusai-“ Rui has to turn his microphone off to stop the whole audience from hearing stuff they shouldn’t. But Tsukasa sure heard it, and it was arousing as fuck.

As soon as they got off the stage, Rui’s left panting for air, leaning on the wall for support.

“RUI WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” The blond sounds irritated for a moment, before realizing Rui looks, err, not very good, to say the least. “I’m sorry, ‘kasa.. M-Mizuki dared me to take some of that aphrodisiac chocolate since I underestimated how they worked.. s-safe to say, my body’s on fire.”