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Brian's read in kink forums that you were supposed to communicate kinks you both could indulge in when both parties expect it. It wasn't even BDSM related, just kinks in general. Looking back on it, that's what Joji's usually been doing. But that was in private.
It's on the back of his mind while he and Joji walk into the studio with their audio engineers and co-producers. Brian was supposed to sing for this track— Joji too, of course, and they were both pretty proud of the fact it was a sexy enough song to get approval for the next Head in The Clouds album.
They didn't usually make songs like this, though. That was the fun part. They checked the beat over the mixer and went over the rehearsal before the take one last time before slipping into the booth together.
It's a smooth beat. They were in the middle of making out during some shitty softcore porn movie (365 Days or something?), high as hell, and Joji's foot kept hitting the side of the couch in a distinct rhythm that let Brian's ears perk up to. Thus, the song was born.
Panna and Cotta, Joji suggested. Actually, they fought over it. Brian's commentary saying that despite it being funny, it was completely unserious for the song, while Joji shrugged and said, "dude, anything can be sexy if you try really hard."
Brian conceded to that. Because if Joji found those very specific things he put Brian through sexy, then they must be cooking. Joji's reasoning for it too seemed almost logical, or maybe it was because Brian was blasted off his shoes enough to feel like he was discovering ego death. Panna cotta was an Italian dish made of cream, milk, sugar and gelatin, all the things the lyrics in this damn song could easily be referenced to sex with despite no addendum of reference of Italian cuisine in any of the lines.
But sure, whatever. Panna and Cotta. That's the song name. The song was about good sex and touching skin and tasting desire, and Joji sort of made it poetic on his end, fair enough, so Brian had to catch up too.
They took a few takes. They also couldn't stand still long enough to just keep singing. The song also didn't feel… sexy enough, and they both agreed on it.
"Oh, Frankie," Joji called out.
"Yeah?"
"Put a little treble to the next take. I got an idea, hopefully this one would be better."
The beat came in. Some friendly minor chords, a teasing r&b sound, and Joji wandered as he sang, now making eye contact with Brian.
Then he drew closer and closer, circling like a shark. Brian's turn was coming so he had to prepare his breathing. Joji trailed his free hand down Brian's shirt before he clutched his waist and went behind him.
Brian's eyes went wide— the mic didn't pick up his noise of confusion but even if it did, Joji was quick to let go of his body and slap his hand over his mouth.
So Joji continued to sing. His forehead bumped against the side of Brian's head, and he held the mic as close as possible to let the slick sound of his tongue swipe over and register into the song.
Brian shuddered, turning his head in shock before Joji grabbed his jaw and forced his head forward.
Then he pulled one of the ear cups away, and whispered into his ear.
"Sing."
Right where the other producers were fucking looking. Brian knew what was going on. He also knew that this was one of the few instances Joji decided not to tell him he wanted to do freaky shit to him.
And the fact that it was going to be with an audience takes the cake.
Joji pressed up against him. Brian's voice almost shook, but it steadied as soon as the lyrics left his mouth. Joji rolled his hips, making Brian feel his erection press up between his clothed asscheeks and only making Brian instinctively roll back. Joji's body was so hot against his and it didn't help that their clothes were adding to the friction.
Joji took a deep breath. Brian couldn't see what was going on with Joji, he could only feel the way he nibbled on the shell of his ear as Brian continued forcing himself to sing.
Then Joji's hand slid down from jaw to down his stomach to between his legs. Another roll of his hips was followed by a squeeze to his hardening dick and Brian was suddenly very aware that they were still being watched.
And that somehow didn't turn Brian any less on.
Joji kept whispering for him to continue singing. Brian rolled his hips back and forth into his hand and against his dick, voice melting, breath getting heavier and heavier.
And his pants were so tight.
At this point, he was praying for the song to be over so that Joji could stop tormenting him because he's already moaning into the mic.
The heat wasn't enough. It was closed, palmed tightly around Brian's dick and it was making him ache terribly. Desperately. Fuck.
His part of the song ended. Joji went back to his turn for singing, rolling further on, touching Brian's cock and stroking over the shape of his bulge in a grip that teased him too much. Brian shut his eyes. Joji's breath was faltering less and he hovered his mic next to Brian's lips as he continued to sing.
Then Brian stiffened, legs catching Joji's hand between them as he realized that Joji wanted to make the moans audible in the damn recording.
Brian tried to keep his mouth shut. It did absolutely nothing. His soft, breathy moans spilled out of his lips as Joji palmed and squeezed him, stroking with his thumb through the cloth.
And the whole time, Joji sang. Controlled and precise. Brian completely forgot about his audience until Joji licked a stripe from his neck to his jaw. Then he slipped his tongue between Brian's lips and Brian let out a gasp that the mic caught.
Between the lip locking Joji was doing, he kept singing. Back and forth from humming and singing, to be precise.
Then the song ended.
Joji pulled back and away from Brian and Brian shoved at him too, panting heavily, face flushed and sweat drenching his hair.
"What the—"
"Run the take, Frankie?" Joji ignored him, looking past Brian. Brian covered his ears but Joji put the mic back on the stand and pulled his hands away so they could listen to it together. Brian looked at him in disbelief.
"What happened to communicating your kinks?" Brian asked.
Joji shrugged. "I wasn't planning on being freaky at first."
Brian glared at him. "I want another take."
"What? No! I totally improved this song!"
"With your hand on my dick?!"
"Yeah!"
Brian blushed a furious red. He couldn't even look their producers in the eye. He covered his face as soon as the song started to hit the mark where he started moaning into the mic.
Then his shoulders slumped.
"So?" Joji asked.
"… Fine." Brian conceded, eyebrows knitting. "It does sound awesome."