/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

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>Recording is hard work, and by the time Ren has finished his set, he's sweaty but beaming, radiant from the joy of performing and giving his all to something he's truly passionate about. Doppio high-fives him on the way into the studio, just as eager to perform, and Ren settles in to watch from outside of the soundbooth with a bottle of water and a smile.

>It's fascinating how different they are. Ren is composed and collected, directing his energy into his vocals -- but Doppio is ever-brimming with a boundless sense of enthusiasm and he's active in the booth, even copping an admonishment from producer to tone it down so his movements aren't picked up on the mic. He takes it all in good cheer, taking a moment to sort of shake off all his excess enthusiasm -- and then he bows his head, leans close to the mic, and he begins to rap.

>Ren blinks. He knew it was coming, but it's... different to see it performed live like this. Doppio glances up from under the fringe of his long lashes and seems to stare right at Ren, and he finds his throat suddenly parched for reasons unrelated to his earlier recording session. Doppio holds his gaze while growling out his risque lines and as he wraps up his set, he trails a hand down his torso, slowly, suggestively, like he's showing off for an audience of one.

>Despite himself, Ren shivers at the sight, a twinge of something hot and carnal stirring in him at the sight. There is a challenge in Doppio's gaze, an invitation: 'if you want it, come take it.'

>As Doppio leaves the booth and wraps up his own set as cheerful and energetic as he always is, Ren wonders for a moment what's gotten into him -- is he overthinking things? Is he pent-up and looking for an outlet? Doppio links arms with him in the most casual of ways as they head for the elevator, excitedly babbling about how recording went and how he thinks the final mix will sound, finally settling down from his post-performance zoomies once he realizes that Ren's been quiet this whole time.

>"Hey... you okay?" He asks, tilting his head to the side a little as he fixes Ren with a look of concern. It's like another subtle invitation, Ren thinks, as he finds himself staring at Doppio's lips and wondering how they must taste. He moves slowly, a predator stalking its prey, the instincts of an alien king about to make a conquest taking over his kinder, gentler nature -- and Doppio just raises one pierced eyebrow in response to the challenge, a faint smirk painting itself across his features as he's backed against one wall of the elevator -- as he allows himself to be caged in like this. Ren lets out a harsh breath, something in him reacting to this clear sign of submission, of invitation, and he leans in close, eager to taste this man who's been so intent on riling him up today--

>The elevator dings as they reach the reach the ground floor of the building. Ren lets out a shaky exhale as though coming back to himself, releasing Doppio's jacket and wondering when he even grabbed onto it in the first place.

>"We're gonna miss our mee~ting," Doppio teases, in a sing-song tone, his voice still low and husky. He leans in, and the press of his lips is so brief it could be mistaken for a figment of Ren's imagination, there and gone again. Ren instinctively licks his lips after the fact and tastes thee faintest remnants of something sweet. He bites his lip, eyes slipping closed as he attempts to compose himself- only to snap open once more when Doppio grabs his hand and starts dragging him along towards their Uber, laughing softly at the dazed look on the other man's face all the while.

>"We've still gotta do that promo shoot tomorrow," Doppio says as they settle into the back seat of their ride. "On a bed together," he adds, lowering his voice even if it's unlikely that their driver speaks english. "I'm not sure about posing myself, though... maybe you can come back to my hotel room and give me some pointers?" He asks, that same little smirk on his face, equal parts challenge and tease. Ren can't help but to mirror it with one of his own.

>"I think I might have some ideas," he murmurs, trailing one pointed finger of his gauntlet down Doppio's chest as he speaks and taking note of the way the man shivers subtly under his touch.

>But then his cellphone rings, Ren swears as he fumbles to answer it, Doppio laughs that beautiful, self-indulgent cackle of his, and it's back to business as usual for the rest of the workday.

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