[Oneshot] Pick me.
Title: Pick me.
Authors: geminib
Beta: tsuchi8562 Thank you
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Genre: Kind of PWP (but more Porn with Plot, than anything else)-Thanks tsuchi8562, This is for you!
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine... but if they were, I'd gladly give them with love to my friend...
"I'd pick Matsujun…"
Sakurai turned in his sleep and hit the arm on the nightstand. He sat on the bed, cursed and rubbed his elbow.
"… Sho is too busy… Sho is too busy with his work, he won't pay attention to me… "
Sakurai got off the bed. He drank water directly from the bottle in front of the open fridge and wiped some drops from his chest.
"You picked Matsujun!", He slammed the fridge's door. "Me… too uptight?" He muttered, "I am not uptight…"
He got back to his bedroom and looked at all the clothes and newspapers on his bed. "I am not messy either! Just too busy to clean!" And he tossed them all to the other side of his bed and landed back sleeping immediately.
***
Ninomiya slowly looked around, his mouth twitched. "It will take some time… I mean considering it's condition." And he went to the bedroom, holding a black plastic bag, he brought along with him under his arm.
"Let's just do it." Sho sighed.
And they did. When they have finished, four hours later, Sho couldn't believe his eyes. Five piles of newspapers and magazines, three bags with old clothes and other useless stuff were wrapped with a thin brown rope, waiting for them to take it to the garbage room downstairs.
Nino turned the vacuum cleaner off, looking around with satisfaction.
"Perfect. Now, lets get rid of this garbage." And he headed to the front door.
"Stop!" Sakurai's hand grabbed his sleeve, pulling back. "Can we just store it in your house?" His eyes pleaded. "Please… for a while? I don't think I ca…"
"No!" Nino released himself from Sho's grasp and turned to face him. "I am already deep in shit because I helped you out there. If you want to change things, just do as I say."
"But… my stuff…"
"Do you want to fuck things even more? Isn't fucking things up with your boyfriend and then making me to hurt mine enough? Or maybe you want me to fuck you instead?! Because you owe me?!" The older man backed a little, scared by his bandmate's narrowed eyes. He knew that he shouldn't fuck with Kazunari… ever… not even metaphorically…
"This is the start. Now, if you want to take what's yours, just go for it! " Nino looked at Sakurai's tensed face and laughed, "You ARE too uptight, just relax and use the stuff I left for you in the drawer of your nightstand. I bet your sex life was also boring. Get wild… you have the perfect bed for it." And the brat disappeared behind the door.
"What is he talking about?" Sho went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine to celebrate his new self.
***
Sho sat alone in his too tidy home, drinking wine, thinking about getting out to the garbage room and bring back all the magazines, when he recalled the weird stuff in his drawer. He took the glass and the bottle and went to the bedroom.
"What the…" The words slipped of his mouth at the sight of a black plastic bag in the upper drawer of his night stand. Seeing the plastic bag earlier in Nino's arms, he thought it was for the cleaning.
He emptied it on his bed. The first package's wrapping he tore contained two chains and two pairs of leather handcuffs. Sho threw it inside the drawer, he didn't know how to react to it. There were also a big jar of heating lube and a pink rectangle box. Sho opened it slowly, fearing that something would jump when he'd lift the cover, but nothing weird happened. Well, if you consider a thick butt plug and an adjustable cock ring as casual things. He read the label, 'soft-skin silicone prostate stimulating anal trainer plug'… "What a long name for such a small thing".
Stroking the smooth surface of the plug in his hand, the rapper suddenly felt thirsty and brought the glass to his lips, only then realizing it was empty. Giving up, he drank straight from the bottle, emptying it in a few gulps. "So you also think our sex was boring, ha?" He threw the plug back in the drawer and took the jar in his hand. "Edible heating lubricant"… He opened the jar of lube and sniffed the strawberry scent, when the phone vibrated on the bed, making him to jump in surprise. He put the jar on the nightstand, forgetting to close the cover.
"Sho-chan, it's me."
Sakurai stiffed, trying to gather all of his self-control, which wasn't that easy, as the content of the bottle was already getting up his head.
"Who is this?" He asked trying to sound nonchalant.
Sho could almost hear the man hurting on the other side, but he remained silent reminding himself that he was hurt more than him.
"It's me…" The voice was reduced to a whisper, when Sho decided to play more.
"Oh, yes, Masaki… I'm a little busy here… How can I help you?" His voice was cold.
"Sorry…" The other hesitated. "I just wanted to pick up my jacket, the blue one… I need it for tomorrow… Since we don't see each other much lately… I have to ask."
"I don't know what you are talking about. Come tomorrow. I'm busy."
"But I need it for tomorrow… It won't take long…"
Sho knew perfectly what jacket he was talking about and he hesitated, his heart ached, 'DON'T SEE EACH OTHER MUCH LATELY? And who's fault is that, you fucking idiot!'…
"I'd pick Matsujun…" echoed in his head, "Please… please pick me…", He decided to take a quick shower to cool himself before his traitor boyfriend's arrival.
***
Aiba Masaki knocked on the door and waited. There was no answer, so he pressed the doorbell. Maybe Sakurai hated him so much, he decided to get out and not to face him. After a slight hesitation, the tall man used his keys to unlock the door. He should leave them in Sho's apartment tonight, as it was clearly the older man wasn't interested to be with him anymore. That's what he meant calling him uptight and too rational. This was boring, but he loved him so much… He just wanted him to change a little.
The tidiness of the bedroom stunned him and totally forgetting about the jacket, he looked around. His eyes flattered over the nightstand, when he saw something that drew his attention. As Masaki bent above the nightstand and while sniffing the strawberry scent, he heard a noise from the bedroom's door. Quickly he turned his head and all he could see were Sakurai's wet abs. His gaze followed a drop of water falling down his chest, crossing the navel, where a tiny hole from his old piercing could be seen and rolled down absorbing in the red towel, which was wrapped around Sakurai's hips, barely hiding his pubic hair. His hand holding the bottle of wine froze on its way to his lips.
"How did you get in here?" Quickly coming to his senses, Sho covered his chest with the smaller towel he used earlier for drying his hair. Some wine drops fell from his lips, staining it.
"I…" Masaki swallowed. "…used the spare key…" He threw it on the bed, still not being able to remove his eyes from the view in front of him.
"You don't have to return it to me." Sakurai didn't move, still ridiculously pressing the towel to cover the nipples.
"Yes… No… I'd better be going…" Confused Masaki picked the key back and made a step towards the rapper, apparently forgetting the purpose of his visit.
"Yes, you should go, you traitor!" Sho muttered and gulped from the bottle.
"T… Traitor?!" Masaki chocked with the word. "Me?"
"Yes, you!" It was clear that Sho has already drunk too much. "You…" He pointed with the bottle at the taller man. "You cheated on me! And with whom? You picked him…." Sho's hand made a forceful pirouette in the air and a liquid flew out, spreading on Masaki's beige silk shirt, painting his chest purple.
"God.. sorry…" Sakurai maybe was drunk, but he was still in control. He rushed to the nightstand, dropping the towel he held in front of his chest, put the bottle down and threw a pack of wet tissues to Aiba. Masaki ignored the stained shirt and made a few steps towards the door.
"I think we need to talk." He grabbed Sakurai's hand. The rapper pushed back, but the grip tightened and both lost their balance, falling on the bed.
The sudden closeness overwhelmed already drunk Sho and he rolled over the other man instinctively, pinning him to the bed with his weight. He inhaled the shampoo from the still wet hair beneath.
"Talk? You want to talk?" Sakurai breathed the words into the curve of Masaki's neck and the closeness intoxicated him even more. "Talk then…" And he dragged a finger on the pinned by him man's lips, down the neck, stopping at the prominent notch between his collarbones. His tongue followed the finger, leaving a wet path on the tanned skin.
"I don't understand why you are so mad at me…" Masaki started, trying to move under the heavy body. "It was only for a show… I'll do anything to make it up to you… anything!"
"Yes, it was for the show…" Masaki's scent drove Sho crazy " It was… but.." He stopped, raising his head to look the taller man in the eyes, "You didn't have to humiliate me… telling the nation how boring and uptight and messy…". His own words ignited his anger, his hand moved a few centimeters up from the collarbone and wrapped around the lying man's throat. "It looked like you dumped me on TV."
"Please… Sho-cha…" the rapper could see fear growing up in Masaki's eyes and it only turned on more his sadistic self. Usually gentle and restrained, he was never aware this person could exist inside of him and he suddenly enjoyed his power.
"Anything. You just said… anything..." His mouth twisted in a devilish smile, when he lowered his head to lick the gentle earlobe before nipping the tender flesh, his hand never leaving the throat and he could feel the veins pulsating under his fingers. Aiba's scream pleased him even more.
"Shhhh…." He hissed… "You said 'anything', then just shut up and don't dare to move without my permission…" And without releasing his hand, Sakurai pulled the chains out of his drawer and wrapped one leather handcuff around Masaki's right hand, then inserted the chain between the metal bars of the headboard. His eyes were locked with Masaki's and he could see, that even if the taller man wanted to resist and he probably could win, he was afraid of that beast he saw in his lover's eyes. It had paralyzed him. It took seconds and the handcuffs locked around the left wrist, when Sho allowed himself to break the eye contact. He lowered his head, tracing a wet path on Masaki's lips and took the lower lip between his teeth. He sucked it at first and bit a little, tasting the blood.
Aiba squealed again and moved his hand to touch his lips, forgetting he was tied. Slowly, Sho released the grip from Aiba's neck and sat up, slowly unzipping the pants of the man beneath, pulling them down a little, climbing to sit on the latter's stomach.
Masaki's senses became sharper, he could feel Sakurai's hot balls on his stomach through the shirt, pressing against it with each heavy breath. The whole situation was scary, but it also turned him on, this new sensation of danger, he never felt before in their relationships.
"Wine stains remain forever, you won't need this anymore." The man on top said and tore Masaki's shirt, buttons flew over the room. He leaned to the drawer, took the rest of the accessories and spread them on the bed, then pulled the tall man's pants down together with the boxers and crawled up again. Sakurai looked around, grabbed a handful gel from the opened jar on the nightstand and lubed Aiba's still flaccid member and his entrance. He adjusted the silicone cock ring on it and stroked, awakening it to life. When the rapper felt the flesh hardening, he lifted Masaki's legs, leaning on them with his body and placed the plug in front of the opening. Then pushed in and Masaki froze in surprise, when a sudden feeling of Sakurai's tongue on his balls and the hand on his length, drew a few loud moans from his throat. He tried to protest, twirling on the bed, but the feeling of teeth slightly biting the soft skin behind his balls as a warning, made him still at once and he just lied there with his lower half lifted up, held by Sakurai's weight, holding his breath. He felt the plug slowly sliding in, sending waves of pleasure when it brushed against the prostate until it was all in, the ring of muscles clamping around the thin base of the plug. Masaki let the breath he was holding out loudly, trying to relax and to accustom to the object inside.
"Good boy…" Sho seemed pleased with Masaki's low resistance and turned around on his four, placing his member on front of Masaki's lips. "Take it in!" He ordered and seeing the man's opened mouth, lowered his hips, simultaneously locking his lips tight on the other's already leaking erection and sucked hard creating a vacuum around the member in his mouth. He fucked the other's mouth, sliding all the way in, hitting the back of Masaki's throat, until he felt the orgasm building inside of him and pulled at once with a loud pop, turning Masaki on his stomach, bending him to kneel, until he stood on his four facing the metal headboard bars. The chains stretched with each Aiba's move and the handcuffs on his wrists dug into the skin, therefore he had to lean on the elbows to lessen the pressure. The plug kept touching his prostate with each move he made.
The plug was still inside when Sho bent above the kneeling man's ass and licked the muscles stretched around the cock-ring's base, making the man beneath tremble and release the muscles even more. Pushing his thighs further apart, making him lean forward and emphasize his ass, Sakurai pulled the man's balls hard from behind, licking, gently nibbling the tender skin, causing the man on his four moan in pleasure, his swollen cock reddened and dripped with pre-cum, hanging heavily between his legs.
"Now, stay still…" Sakurai played with the plug, moving it in circles, occasionally rubbing against the prostate, his other hand continued to stroke the erection of the man in front of him.
"Fuck me… please…" Masaki's knees shook so badly, he was scared he won't bear it any longer.
Sakurai's slapped on one of Masaki's butt cheeks.
"I said shut up!" He enjoyed seeing that the latter lowered his head in return and released a long moan. He slapped again and again, just to watch the skin go red under his hand and continued to move the plug in circles.
Masaki's nails dug into the mattress, he loved the pleasure he felt inside, but his cock was heavy and painful and the release wouldn't come, although Sakurai never stopped caressing his shaft and balls. He felt every cell of blood pumping through all the veins of his penis, he was never aware he had so much until today. He desperately wanted to ejaculate, his mind became blank and the metal bars of the bed blurred in front of him. The plug dug into his prostate every time it moved and the pre-cum dripped heavily, but he knew he was unable to come, as long as the ring was tightened around the base of his cock.
Sho's had never practiced this sort of sex before; he was just drunk, angry and horny enough to follow his desires. It felt so good, torturing and pleasuring Masaki at once, he barely managed to control his body, yearning for release, but restraining and saving it for later until he couldn't resist it anymore and pulled the plug out in once, ignoring the cries of the man beneath. Masaki was prepared and stretched when Sho pushed his lubed member in and began to thrust forcefully, digging the nails into his lover's hips. Their bodies slammed against each other and he already felt his climax, when Masaki's pleads reached him through the blood roaring in his ears.
"Let me come… please… Sho…" Sakurai dipped his hand into the jar with the heating lube and moved it in front of Aiba to take the ring off, then pumped his cock, timing it with his own thrusts.
***
Spots of lights, like fireflies appeared in front of him and the blood rushed to his head till Masaki was on the verge of fainting, when Sakurai finally pulled the ring off and stroke his aching flesh. He felt soared and arched his back, opening his mouth in a silent scream, spouting his sperm all over the sheets. He never had an orgasm like that, fast and strong, the waves kept coming, sending jolts of pleasure through his whole body.
***
The minute Sho's hand wrapped around Masaki's swollen, hard as rock and crazily pulsating cock, it took him just a few thrusts to come hard. The muscles clenched around him until he could barely move, coming only when the waves of Masaki's orgasm sent him over the edge. Then Sho finally relaxed and fell on top of his lover, screaming his name.
***
They collapsed on the bed, barely moving their exhausted bodies.
"That was…" Masaki whispered, trying to catch his breath.
"Uptight?" Sho mumbled into the pillow.
"Uptight my ass…" Came the reply.
Sakurai laughed at the answer, pulled the blanket over their bodies and wrapped his hand around Aiba's hips, falling asleep.
Authors: geminib
Beta: tsuchi8562 Thank you
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Genre: Kind of PWP (but more Porn with Plot, than anything else)-Thanks tsuchi8562, This is for you!
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine... but if they were, I'd gladly give them with love to my friend...
"I'd pick Matsujun…"
Sakurai turned in his sleep and hit the arm on the nightstand. He sat on the bed, cursed and rubbed his elbow.
"… Sho is too busy… Sho is too busy with his work, he won't pay attention to me… "
Sakurai got off the bed. He drank water directly from the bottle in front of the open fridge and wiped some drops from his chest.
"You picked Matsujun!", He slammed the fridge's door. "Me… too uptight?" He muttered, "I am not uptight…"
He got back to his bedroom and looked at all the clothes and newspapers on his bed. "I am not messy either! Just too busy to clean!" And he tossed them all to the other side of his bed and landed back sleeping immediately.
***
Ninomiya slowly looked around, his mouth twitched. "It will take some time… I mean considering it's condition." And he went to the bedroom, holding a black plastic bag, he brought along with him under his arm.
"Let's just do it." Sho sighed.
And they did. When they have finished, four hours later, Sho couldn't believe his eyes. Five piles of newspapers and magazines, three bags with old clothes and other useless stuff were wrapped with a thin brown rope, waiting for them to take it to the garbage room downstairs.
Nino turned the vacuum cleaner off, looking around with satisfaction.
"Perfect. Now, lets get rid of this garbage." And he headed to the front door.
"Stop!" Sakurai's hand grabbed his sleeve, pulling back. "Can we just store it in your house?" His eyes pleaded. "Please… for a while? I don't think I ca…"
"No!" Nino released himself from Sho's grasp and turned to face him. "I am already deep in shit because I helped you out there. If you want to change things, just do as I say."
"But… my stuff…"
"Do you want to fuck things even more? Isn't fucking things up with your boyfriend and then making me to hurt mine enough? Or maybe you want me to fuck you instead?! Because you owe me?!" The older man backed a little, scared by his bandmate's narrowed eyes. He knew that he shouldn't fuck with Kazunari… ever… not even metaphorically…
"This is the start. Now, if you want to take what's yours, just go for it! " Nino looked at Sakurai's tensed face and laughed, "You ARE too uptight, just relax and use the stuff I left for you in the drawer of your nightstand. I bet your sex life was also boring. Get wild… you have the perfect bed for it." And the brat disappeared behind the door.
"What is he talking about?" Sho went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine to celebrate his new self.
***
Sho sat alone in his too tidy home, drinking wine, thinking about getting out to the garbage room and bring back all the magazines, when he recalled the weird stuff in his drawer. He took the glass and the bottle and went to the bedroom.
"What the…" The words slipped of his mouth at the sight of a black plastic bag in the upper drawer of his night stand. Seeing the plastic bag earlier in Nino's arms, he thought it was for the cleaning.
He emptied it on his bed. The first package's wrapping he tore contained two chains and two pairs of leather handcuffs. Sho threw it inside the drawer, he didn't know how to react to it. There were also a big jar of heating lube and a pink rectangle box. Sho opened it slowly, fearing that something would jump when he'd lift the cover, but nothing weird happened. Well, if you consider a thick butt plug and an adjustable cock ring as casual things. He read the label, 'soft-skin silicone prostate stimulating anal trainer plug'… "What a long name for such a small thing".
Stroking the smooth surface of the plug in his hand, the rapper suddenly felt thirsty and brought the glass to his lips, only then realizing it was empty. Giving up, he drank straight from the bottle, emptying it in a few gulps. "So you also think our sex was boring, ha?" He threw the plug back in the drawer and took the jar in his hand. "Edible heating lubricant"… He opened the jar of lube and sniffed the strawberry scent, when the phone vibrated on the bed, making him to jump in surprise. He put the jar on the nightstand, forgetting to close the cover.
"Sho-chan, it's me."
Sakurai stiffed, trying to gather all of his self-control, which wasn't that easy, as the content of the bottle was already getting up his head.
"Who is this?" He asked trying to sound nonchalant.
Sho could almost hear the man hurting on the other side, but he remained silent reminding himself that he was hurt more than him.
"It's me…" The voice was reduced to a whisper, when Sho decided to play more.
"Oh, yes, Masaki… I'm a little busy here… How can I help you?" His voice was cold.
"Sorry…" The other hesitated. "I just wanted to pick up my jacket, the blue one… I need it for tomorrow… Since we don't see each other much lately… I have to ask."
"I don't know what you are talking about. Come tomorrow. I'm busy."
"But I need it for tomorrow… It won't take long…"
Sho knew perfectly what jacket he was talking about and he hesitated, his heart ached, 'DON'T SEE EACH OTHER MUCH LATELY? And who's fault is that, you fucking idiot!'…
"I'd pick Matsujun…" echoed in his head, "Please… please pick me…", He decided to take a quick shower to cool himself before his traitor boyfriend's arrival.
***
Aiba Masaki knocked on the door and waited. There was no answer, so he pressed the doorbell. Maybe Sakurai hated him so much, he decided to get out and not to face him. After a slight hesitation, the tall man used his keys to unlock the door. He should leave them in Sho's apartment tonight, as it was clearly the older man wasn't interested to be with him anymore. That's what he meant calling him uptight and too rational. This was boring, but he loved him so much… He just wanted him to change a little.
The tidiness of the bedroom stunned him and totally forgetting about the jacket, he looked around. His eyes flattered over the nightstand, when he saw something that drew his attention. As Masaki bent above the nightstand and while sniffing the strawberry scent, he heard a noise from the bedroom's door. Quickly he turned his head and all he could see were Sakurai's wet abs. His gaze followed a drop of water falling down his chest, crossing the navel, where a tiny hole from his old piercing could be seen and rolled down absorbing in the red towel, which was wrapped around Sakurai's hips, barely hiding his pubic hair. His hand holding the bottle of wine froze on its way to his lips.
"How did you get in here?" Quickly coming to his senses, Sho covered his chest with the smaller towel he used earlier for drying his hair. Some wine drops fell from his lips, staining it.
"I…" Masaki swallowed. "…used the spare key…" He threw it on the bed, still not being able to remove his eyes from the view in front of him.
"You don't have to return it to me." Sakurai didn't move, still ridiculously pressing the towel to cover the nipples.
"Yes… No… I'd better be going…" Confused Masaki picked the key back and made a step towards the rapper, apparently forgetting the purpose of his visit.
"Yes, you should go, you traitor!" Sho muttered and gulped from the bottle.
"T… Traitor?!" Masaki chocked with the word. "Me?"
"Yes, you!" It was clear that Sho has already drunk too much. "You…" He pointed with the bottle at the taller man. "You cheated on me! And with whom? You picked him…." Sho's hand made a forceful pirouette in the air and a liquid flew out, spreading on Masaki's beige silk shirt, painting his chest purple.
"God.. sorry…" Sakurai maybe was drunk, but he was still in control. He rushed to the nightstand, dropping the towel he held in front of his chest, put the bottle down and threw a pack of wet tissues to Aiba. Masaki ignored the stained shirt and made a few steps towards the door.
"I think we need to talk." He grabbed Sakurai's hand. The rapper pushed back, but the grip tightened and both lost their balance, falling on the bed.
The sudden closeness overwhelmed already drunk Sho and he rolled over the other man instinctively, pinning him to the bed with his weight. He inhaled the shampoo from the still wet hair beneath.
"Talk? You want to talk?" Sakurai breathed the words into the curve of Masaki's neck and the closeness intoxicated him even more. "Talk then…" And he dragged a finger on the pinned by him man's lips, down the neck, stopping at the prominent notch between his collarbones. His tongue followed the finger, leaving a wet path on the tanned skin.
"I don't understand why you are so mad at me…" Masaki started, trying to move under the heavy body. "It was only for a show… I'll do anything to make it up to you… anything!"
"Yes, it was for the show…" Masaki's scent drove Sho crazy " It was… but.." He stopped, raising his head to look the taller man in the eyes, "You didn't have to humiliate me… telling the nation how boring and uptight and messy…". His own words ignited his anger, his hand moved a few centimeters up from the collarbone and wrapped around the lying man's throat. "It looked like you dumped me on TV."
"Please… Sho-cha…" the rapper could see fear growing up in Masaki's eyes and it only turned on more his sadistic self. Usually gentle and restrained, he was never aware this person could exist inside of him and he suddenly enjoyed his power.
"Anything. You just said… anything..." His mouth twisted in a devilish smile, when he lowered his head to lick the gentle earlobe before nipping the tender flesh, his hand never leaving the throat and he could feel the veins pulsating under his fingers. Aiba's scream pleased him even more.
"Shhhh…." He hissed… "You said 'anything', then just shut up and don't dare to move without my permission…" And without releasing his hand, Sakurai pulled the chains out of his drawer and wrapped one leather handcuff around Masaki's right hand, then inserted the chain between the metal bars of the headboard. His eyes were locked with Masaki's and he could see, that even if the taller man wanted to resist and he probably could win, he was afraid of that beast he saw in his lover's eyes. It had paralyzed him. It took seconds and the handcuffs locked around the left wrist, when Sho allowed himself to break the eye contact. He lowered his head, tracing a wet path on Masaki's lips and took the lower lip between his teeth. He sucked it at first and bit a little, tasting the blood.
Aiba squealed again and moved his hand to touch his lips, forgetting he was tied. Slowly, Sho released the grip from Aiba's neck and sat up, slowly unzipping the pants of the man beneath, pulling them down a little, climbing to sit on the latter's stomach.
Masaki's senses became sharper, he could feel Sakurai's hot balls on his stomach through the shirt, pressing against it with each heavy breath. The whole situation was scary, but it also turned him on, this new sensation of danger, he never felt before in their relationships.
"Wine stains remain forever, you won't need this anymore." The man on top said and tore Masaki's shirt, buttons flew over the room. He leaned to the drawer, took the rest of the accessories and spread them on the bed, then pulled the tall man's pants down together with the boxers and crawled up again. Sakurai looked around, grabbed a handful gel from the opened jar on the nightstand and lubed Aiba's still flaccid member and his entrance. He adjusted the silicone cock ring on it and stroked, awakening it to life. When the rapper felt the flesh hardening, he lifted Masaki's legs, leaning on them with his body and placed the plug in front of the opening. Then pushed in and Masaki froze in surprise, when a sudden feeling of Sakurai's tongue on his balls and the hand on his length, drew a few loud moans from his throat. He tried to protest, twirling on the bed, but the feeling of teeth slightly biting the soft skin behind his balls as a warning, made him still at once and he just lied there with his lower half lifted up, held by Sakurai's weight, holding his breath. He felt the plug slowly sliding in, sending waves of pleasure when it brushed against the prostate until it was all in, the ring of muscles clamping around the thin base of the plug. Masaki let the breath he was holding out loudly, trying to relax and to accustom to the object inside.
"Good boy…" Sho seemed pleased with Masaki's low resistance and turned around on his four, placing his member on front of Masaki's lips. "Take it in!" He ordered and seeing the man's opened mouth, lowered his hips, simultaneously locking his lips tight on the other's already leaking erection and sucked hard creating a vacuum around the member in his mouth. He fucked the other's mouth, sliding all the way in, hitting the back of Masaki's throat, until he felt the orgasm building inside of him and pulled at once with a loud pop, turning Masaki on his stomach, bending him to kneel, until he stood on his four facing the metal headboard bars. The chains stretched with each Aiba's move and the handcuffs on his wrists dug into the skin, therefore he had to lean on the elbows to lessen the pressure. The plug kept touching his prostate with each move he made.
The plug was still inside when Sho bent above the kneeling man's ass and licked the muscles stretched around the cock-ring's base, making the man beneath tremble and release the muscles even more. Pushing his thighs further apart, making him lean forward and emphasize his ass, Sakurai pulled the man's balls hard from behind, licking, gently nibbling the tender skin, causing the man on his four moan in pleasure, his swollen cock reddened and dripped with pre-cum, hanging heavily between his legs.
"Now, stay still…" Sakurai played with the plug, moving it in circles, occasionally rubbing against the prostate, his other hand continued to stroke the erection of the man in front of him.
"Fuck me… please…" Masaki's knees shook so badly, he was scared he won't bear it any longer.
Sakurai's slapped on one of Masaki's butt cheeks.
"I said shut up!" He enjoyed seeing that the latter lowered his head in return and released a long moan. He slapped again and again, just to watch the skin go red under his hand and continued to move the plug in circles.
Masaki's nails dug into the mattress, he loved the pleasure he felt inside, but his cock was heavy and painful and the release wouldn't come, although Sakurai never stopped caressing his shaft and balls. He felt every cell of blood pumping through all the veins of his penis, he was never aware he had so much until today. He desperately wanted to ejaculate, his mind became blank and the metal bars of the bed blurred in front of him. The plug dug into his prostate every time it moved and the pre-cum dripped heavily, but he knew he was unable to come, as long as the ring was tightened around the base of his cock.
Sho's had never practiced this sort of sex before; he was just drunk, angry and horny enough to follow his desires. It felt so good, torturing and pleasuring Masaki at once, he barely managed to control his body, yearning for release, but restraining and saving it for later until he couldn't resist it anymore and pulled the plug out in once, ignoring the cries of the man beneath. Masaki was prepared and stretched when Sho pushed his lubed member in and began to thrust forcefully, digging the nails into his lover's hips. Their bodies slammed against each other and he already felt his climax, when Masaki's pleads reached him through the blood roaring in his ears.
"Let me come… please… Sho…" Sakurai dipped his hand into the jar with the heating lube and moved it in front of Aiba to take the ring off, then pumped his cock, timing it with his own thrusts.
***
Spots of lights, like fireflies appeared in front of him and the blood rushed to his head till Masaki was on the verge of fainting, when Sakurai finally pulled the ring off and stroke his aching flesh. He felt soared and arched his back, opening his mouth in a silent scream, spouting his sperm all over the sheets. He never had an orgasm like that, fast and strong, the waves kept coming, sending jolts of pleasure through his whole body.
***
The minute Sho's hand wrapped around Masaki's swollen, hard as rock and crazily pulsating cock, it took him just a few thrusts to come hard. The muscles clenched around him until he could barely move, coming only when the waves of Masaki's orgasm sent him over the edge. Then Sho finally relaxed and fell on top of his lover, screaming his name.
***
They collapsed on the bed, barely moving their exhausted bodies.
"That was…" Masaki whispered, trying to catch his breath.
"Uptight?" Sho mumbled into the pillow.
"Uptight my ass…" Came the reply.
Sakurai laughed at the answer, pulled the blanket over their bodies and wrapped his hand around Aiba's hips, falling asleep.