Kinktober 2019 drabbles, days 20-25
Title: Kinktober 2019
Chapter: drabble list
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairings: various, check each listing
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: m/m, prostitution, exhibitionism, piercings/tattoos, oral fixation, temperature play, toys, chastity cage, anal play, edging, fingering, hand job, bondage, gags, sadistic dacryphilia, impact pain play, anal sex, semi-public, omorashi/watersports, begging, AU - crossover, teratophilia, urethral sounding, size kink, mentions of uhhhhh cannibalism?
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: various
Comment: A collection of drabbles for Kinktober, listed by pairing and prompt, that I'll do my best to update every day for the rest of the month. Tags will be updated as I go. Can also be read on AO3 for easier sorting. See my twitter for prompt list and more info. Please excuse any mistakes, as I'm posting these on the same day I'm writing them without proofreading.
As the original became too big, I'm forced to split these into multiple posts, sorry! Here you'll find days 20-25 of the prompt fills.
Day 20: Sex Work, Aoi/Reita
Notes: For sirens_fang, because she's amazing, and because she requested this ages ago and it fit perfectly for the day 20 prompt. Thank you for always being such a great friend, I hope this is what you wanted! ♡
It was already dark when Aoi pulled up to the club, but to him, the night was still young. He'd finished up all his work for the day, and he had the rest of the night off to do whatever he wanted with the boss' blessings. With that in mind, Aoi had headed to the local nightclub, looking for a way to kill time. He’d never been in the area before, he'd gone a few towns out of Tokyo for work and would have been lost had it not been for his GPS, but all it took was him flashing part of his tattoo to the bouncer, and he was let in without question. One of the perks of gang life.
He ordered a beer and looked around, trying to decide on where to sit. There were dancers on almost every table, hot girls shaking their beautiful asses, each talented and pretty to boot, and it was almost impossible to decide. That was until he noticed a table in the back with only a few patrons seated near it, a dancer upside down on the pole, legs spread and popping their ass with striking expertise.
At first glance, it didn't even register to Aoi that it wasn't a woman. Between the shoulder length hair, the platform stripper heels, and the bikini they were performing in, he just automatically assumed they were female, before he took a closer look between their legs and realised just what that thong was holding back. Intrigued, he took a swig of his beer, headed for the table, and took a seat, content for now to just watch him perform.
It didn't take long before the dancer noticed him, and he gracefully slid down from the pole, strutting over to the end of the table. He crouched down and bounced his ass, making sure the other patrons had something to look at while he struck up a conversation. "Never seen you around before."
"That's because I'm not from around here, I'm just in town for work," Aoi said, letting his gaze roam over the dancer's body, appreciating the toned muscles and smooth, hairless skin. "I'm from Tokyo."
"From Tokyo, huh? Still on the clock, or?"
"No, I'm free for the night," Aoi said, licking his lips when the dancer stretched out on his stomach, spreading his legs and twerking like he'd never seen anyone twerk before, earning a whistle from across the table. "What's your name?"
"Reita," the dancer answered, slowly drawing his knees in under himself, rolling his hips and crawling even closer to Aoi. He gripped Aoi's necktie with one hand, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "You're yakuza, aren't you?"
Aoi nodded, impressed Reita didn't miss a beat, hips still bouncing in rhythm to the music, and he only managed to tear his gaze away when Reita nipped at his earlobe and pulled back, raising an eyebrow at him. "How much to take you home?"
Reita grinned at that, twirling Aoi's tie around his fingers, slowly licking his lips, and Aoi's eyes were drawn to the motion. Reita's lips were beautiful. "I charge an hourly rate plus the room fee. Yakuza get a discount, though."
"Got a thing for that?"
"Nah, company policy. I do like a man with ink, though," Reita said, giving Aoi a pointed look, raising his hips again as the song's beat turned more intense. Aoi watched in fascination as Reita's cheeks bounced rhythmically, opening and closing around the string of his thong, and suddenly he realised where the expression ‘clap that ass’ came from. "Why don't you finish that beer and meet me out back? I got a few things I need to grab before I can leave."
And that was how Aoi found himself leaning against his car in the back alley behind a nightclub, blowing smoke into the night sky and hoping the bouncers knew he had an arrangement and wasn’t just some creep hoping to get lucky. He was almost done with his cigarette when Reita stepped out, having changed into more comfortable shoes and a long coat that hid whatever he was wearing underneath. He smiled at the sight of Aoi, thanking him and getting in when he held the door for him.
“I hate to ask, but you’re fit to drive, right? I really don’t want to end up a smear on the asphalt,” Reita said when Aoi got in.
“Yeah, don’t worry, that beer was my first tonight.”
“It’s not like I’m too shy to fuck in the car, if you prefer that,” Reita said, and before Aoi had time to say anything, Reita leaned across the seat until his face was in Aoi’s lap.
“That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Aoi said, biting his lip when Reita licked the bulge in his pants, and fine, he couldn’t deny it now. He was horny. “Do you know of a discreet hotel nearby where we can get some privacy?”
“Make a left,” Reita said, mouthing at Aoi’s cock through his jeans, and Aoi hoped he wasn’t going to keep doing that the whole way there. “I still don’t know whose name to moan, though.”
“Aoi,” Aoi said, sighing in relief when Reita sat up properly, starting the engine and shifting until he was sitting comfortably. “Just call me Aoi.”
“Take a right at the next crossing,” Reita said once they were out on the main street, and Aoi gave a nod of understanding. It turned out it wasn’t far. Before long, Reita was pointing to a parking sign, and Aoi drove down into the garage and found a free spot. The reception was just a tiny window, with the rates and different rooms posted on the wall next to it. Reita pointed to one of the rooms. “This one comes equipped with bondage gear, if that’s your style. If you want anything specific, just let me know, I can get them to bring it up, for a fee.”
Aoi’s brows raised as he eyed the picture Reita pointed out. It seemed like a completely normal room to him, but he figured Reita probably knew what he was talking about. “Anything? For example toys, candles, ice cubes?”
Reita nodded, and Aoi could have sworn he saw him grin before he walked over to the counter, whispering something to the receptionist, whose face was hidden completely from view. He seemed to receive the answer he wanted, because he turned to Aoi and smiled. “Three hours or overnight?”
“Overnight,” Aoi said, fishing out his wallet. He might as well get some sleep and drive home in the morning.
They had to wait in the reception for the staff to prepare the room, which gave them both time to use the bathroom while waiting. Thankfully the room was ready before Reita was, the receptionist waved Aoi over and gave him the key with a hushed ‘goodnight’, and Aoi thanked him. Reita was out a minute later, and they headed upstairs together, Reita finding the right room with practiced ease.
A bucket of ice, two candles, and a discreet, black box had been placed on the coffee table next to the sofa. True to Reita’s word, the room was furnished with a Saint Andrew’s Cross and various other types of bondage furniture, in addition to a large bed with sturdy rings on all four posts, and hooks and pulleys hanging from the ceiling. It was all rather impressive, particularly for the price Aoi had paid, but the only thing that really mattered was that the bed was comfortable.
Reita grabbed a match from the box and lit the candles, making sure everything was in order before taking out condoms and lube and leaving them on the table. “Why don’t you take a seat?” he said and turned to Aoi, licking his lips suggestively, and Aoi nodded and sat down on the sofa. Reita swayed his hips to a rhythm only he could hear, gaze fixed on Aoi as he opened the buttons of his coat one by one, slowly sliding it over his shoulders. He was still wearing the same thong as earlier, but he had taken off the bra, and was instead wearing a harness of leather straps over his chest that accentuated his pecs.
He was definitely gorgeous, and Aoi leaned back in his seat and enjoyed the view as Reita tossed his coat on a nearby chair and slowly moved closer. He was less subtle in his movements once it was off, running his hands down his chest, over his hips and up again, making Aoi follow the movement with his eyes.
“You’re pretty,” Aoi said before he realised he’d even opened his mouth, but Reita took it with a grin.
“You’re not so bad, yourself,” he said as he moved closer, turning around and swaying his ass, though in a different way than he’d done at the club. This was slower, more sensual, and when he was close enough, Aoi reached out to run his hands over that soft flesh, pleased when Reita didn’t stop moving. Reita danced until he was practically straddling Aoi’s lap, and Aoi groaned, unable to resist leaning in and pressing his lips to his back, moving down his spine and placing a row of kisses along his skin.
Reita hummed when Aoi kissed his ass, one peck on each cheek before leaning back in his seat again, and he turned around and climbed into his lap. "I hope you'll let me see you naked," he said, pushing at Aoi's suit jacket, who nodded and shifted so Reita could take it off.
"Gladly," he said once his arms were free of the sleeves, running his hands up Reita's thighs while he carefully hung Aoi's jacket over the back of the sofa. He paused for a moment when he reached Reita's hips, trailing a few fingers over the bulge in his thong, raising an eyebrow at what he felt.
Reita noticed his surprise then, grinning and reaching down to pull his underwear aside, revealing a pink chastity cage locked around his dick. "I wear it under my work uniform, do you like it?"
Aoi took the cage in his hand, feeling the weight of it and finally looking up at Reita's face, returning his grin. "I love it," he said, and when Reita licked his lips, he followed the movement with his eyes. He wanted to know what those lips tasted like, how that soft, pink tongue would feel against his own, but he was in no rush.
He reached up with his left hand and cupped Reita’s cheek, drawing his thumb across his face, towards his mouth. Reita seemed to catch on, parting his lips just slightly, darting his tongue out to lick Aoi’s thumb as it passed. Aoi couldn’t have taken his eyes off him if he had tried, Reita’s lips were lush and still surprisingly glossy, and when he pulled down the bottom lip with his thumb, he knew he needed to kiss him.
Reita didn’t object when Aoi leaned closer, meeting him halfway with a soft moan, moving his lips slowly against Aoi’s, lewd, yet pliant. He let Aoi take control, parting his lips for his tongue and sucking gently on it, and Aoi moaned in return. He fondled Reita’s balls and the chastity cage in his hand, grinning when Reita had to pull away to moan, his arousal growing with Reita’s reactions.
Aoi eventually pulled his hands away, letting them drop to his sides and leaning back, glancing over at the candles, flames flickering in the dim lighting and casting shadows on their bodies. “Go get a towel and sit down on the bed,” he said, raising an eyebrow when Reita leaned in, tongue pressed against his upper lip, and now Aoi was certain he had caught on and was doing it on purpose. Reita placed one hand on Aoi’s shoulder, the other gripping the knot of his tie, pulling it loosely.
“This shirt better be off when I get back,” Reita whispered, flashing Aoi a teasing grin, before getting up and leaving for the bathroom, toned ass bouncing with every step. Aoi quickly removed most of his clothes, though he left his boxers on for now, and when he was finished, he heard a hum of approval from the direction of the bathroom. “That’s what I’m talking about,” Reita said, tossing the towel on the bed and walking back to Aoi, running his hands up his arms.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you like ink, huh?” Aoi watched in fascination as Reita licked one of his tattoos, finding himself wondering if it actually tasted different from bare skin, but he couldn’t imagine why.
“Yeah, especially irezumi. It’s proof of all the hours of pain you’ve sat through for no other reason than vanity, which is not only impressive, but really hot.”
“Why don’t you have any yourself, then?” By now, he had seen all of Reita’s body, and he hadn’t noticed any tattoos, only a couple of piercings. Reita shrugged.
“Not everyone likes them, and it’s easier to get clients this way. But when I retire, I’m definitely getting something.”
“But everyone likes these?” Aoi asked, raising an eyebrow as he pinched Reita’s nipples lightly, making Reita whimper adorably. “And this?” he added, flicking the jewellery in Reita’s navel with a grin.
“Most clients do, yeah. And if they don’t, I can take them out,” Reita said, backing slowly up towards the bed, crooking one finger at Aoi in a silent signal to follow. He spread the towel out properly and sat down on it, leaning back on his arms, waiting expectantly for whatever Aoi was about to do.
Aoi pulled the table a little closer and grabbed an ice cube out of the bucket, turning it between his fingers as he let his gaze roam over Reita’s body. He started slowly, giving Reita time to adjust to the sensations, trailing the ice up his arm, letting it melt against his skin. Reita hummed softly, watching Aoi’s arm shift, leaving behind a wet trail that dripped down his arm, sending shivers down his spine. It was cold, but not unbearable, even when Aoi shifted and moved the ice down his chest, circling his nipple and making him arch his back.
“Intense?” Aoi asked, and Reita nodded, biting his lip when Aoi pressed the ice against his nipple. “Describe it to me.”
“Cold,” Reita mumbled, licking his lips and looking up at Aoi, gasping when he moved the ice to the other nipple. “Hurts, but not really. It’s an illusion of pain, and when you take it away, I just feel more sensitive, more aware.”
Aoi groaned and moved the ice further down, trailing it slowly over Reita’s thighs, making him shudder and tense up for a moment before he could relax again. When the ice was almost fully melted, he shifted over to his crotch, circling it around his dick, and as the ice shifted over his balls, Reita moaned and shivered, obviously struggling to hold still.
Aoi grabbed another cube, this time holding it to Reita’s mouth, slowly tracing his lips. Reita moaned, and Aoi pulled his hand away, tapping Reita’s bottom lip. “Open your mouth, I want you to hold this on your tongue for as long as you can. If it becomes too much, spit it out or swallow it.” Reita nodded and parted his lips, holding his tongue out for Aoi to place the ice on, flinching at how cold it was in contrast with his tongue. The moan Aoi gave was incentive enough to keep it there, however, and when Aoi turned around and grabbed one of the candles, Reita almost forgot all about the ice.
“Stay as still as you can, now,” Aoi said after he'd tested the heat of the wax on his arm, holding the candle a good distance above Reita’s body, who watched his hand through hooded eyes. The first few drops of wax landed on Reita’s shoulder, and he whimpered softly, flinching, but managing to keep the ice cube on his tongue obediently. The heat dissipated quickly, and Reita moaned, his body responding eagerly to the various sensations. He hadn’t expected to enjoy himself this thoroughly, but he had to admit, Aoi was nothing but a pleasant surprise so far.
More wax trailed down Reita’s chest, who did his best to keep still, even as a few drops landed on his nipple, wrenching a cry from his throat. By the time the ice in his mouth had melted fully, his chest and thighs were decorated in drops of wax, and he was ready to beg for stimulation, his skin so sensitive from the treatment, just a touch would be enough to make him shudder.
“Lie back,” Aoi said, leaning over the table, rummaging through the box of toys for one that would work well.
“No need to start small,” Reita said when he caught on to what Aoi was doing, and Aoi raised an eyebrow as he picked up a pink dildo that was suitably phallic.
“As you wish,” he said and rolled a condom on it, tossing it over to the bed along with lube, tipping his head back as he regarded Reita. “Now get yourself ready for me.”
“Oh, yes,” Reita said, moaning eagerly as he grabbed the lube, slicking up two of his fingers and promptly shoving them into his ass. Aoi seemed impressed, and Reita grinned proudly, raising his leg and holding it up with his other hand while he eased himself open. He thrust his fingers quickly, waiting until he didn’t feel any pain before lubing up the toy, slowly licking his lips, not missing the way Aoi’s breath halted and he shifted on his feet.
Reita moaned as the dildo pushed into him, spreading his legs wide to give Aoi a nice view, watching him as he pushed the toy as deep as it would go without losing his grip. He gave himself a moment to adjust, and Aoi noticed that when he started thrusting it, there was nothing but pleasure written on his face, evident in his unfocused gaze and the breathless gasps he let out with every shift of his hand.
There was a good chance Reita was moaning more for show than out of actual pleasure, but he was a convincing actor, and Aoi appreciated the immersion. On top of that, he had an amazing view of Reita’s ass stretching around the toy, and he couldn’t resist moving closer, gripping Reita’s thighs firmly as he crouched down to watch him fuck himself.
“I’m ready when you are, Aoi,” Reita said, and he certainly sounded ready, breathless and biting back moans, pumping the toy in and out of himself and digging his fingers into his leg.
“Gotta grab a condom first,” Aoi said, though Reita was right, there was no point delaying any further. They were both ready, and by the time Aoi had kicked off his underwear and slicked up the condom, he was so hard he almost ached for Reita’s ass. Reita pulled the toy out of himself and pulled the condom off it, licking up the length of it and shooting Aoi a sultry look, and Aoi almost lost it. Reita barely had time to crawl higher up on the bed before Aoi was gripping his legs, spreading them out and positioning himself at his entrance.
Reita’s ass felt amazing around his dick, swallowing him up and clenching around him, and Aoi cursed and buried his hands in the sheets, moaning once he was buried to the hilt. Reita returned the moan, lapping at the dildo in his hand, eyes trained on Aoi, who was having a hard time just focusing on breathing. Reita was licking and mouthing at the toy, getting it wet with spit, and Aoi made a mental note to tip generously. Reita was observant, he’d give him that.
By the time Aoi started moving, he had already made peace with the fact that he wasn’t going to last long. Between teasing Reita earlier and all the visual stimulation he was giving him, Aoi was harder than he’d been in a while, and he forced himself to go slow, rocking his hips and just enjoying the way Reita clenched around him. He wrapped his legs around Aoi’s hips and took the toy in his mouth, sucking and moaning and giving Aoi a look so dirty it should be considered foul play. Those soft lips stretched around the shaft, and when he thrust it at the same pace Aoi was going at, Aoi groaned, shifting his weight on one hand so he could reach up and pinch Reita’s nipple.
Reita moaned, and Aoi tugged on the piercing, playing with it for a while, watching Reita coat the toy in his saliva, making the most obscene noises Aoi had ever heard. Eventually, he couldn’t take any more, and he wanted to hear the sounds Reita made clearly, so he carefully pulled the toy away, tossing it aside and leaning down until he was hovering over Reita. “I wanna hear you.”
“Fuck me, Aoi.” Aoi nodded, spreading his legs for better leverage, building up his thrusts until he was bucking into Reita’s ass, moaning louder than Reita was. He was so hot, so tight, even though Aoi was barely thicker than the toy, and before long, he was pounding into Reita, chasing his orgasm. He snapped his hips, loving the sound of their skin meeting, the wet noises Reita’s lubed hole made, not to mention the moans that spilled from his swollen lips.
Aoi reached his climax with a groan, gripping the sheets tightly as he pushed deep into Reita, filling the condom with his cum. Reita moaned Aoi’s name, burying one hand in his hair as he kissed his neck and shoulder, letting Aoi take his time recovering. Only when Aoi rolled over on his back, panting harshly and tying a knot on the condom, did Reita get up, kissing Aoi’s arm before heading for the bathroom.
Minutes later, Aoi heard the shower running, and he grunted as he got up, grabbing a few tissues to clean his dick, slipping back into his underwear. He had just gotten his wallet out when Reita stepped out of the bathroom, drying himself off with a towel. “How much?”
“What time is it?” Reita asked, answering his own question by grabbing his phone from his bag and checking the display. “A little over three hours since I got off stage. With your ten percent discount, let’s see,” he mumbled, typing something into his phone, before turning it to Aoi and holding it up so he could see the calculator and the total sum.
“Alright,” Aoi said and nodded, grabbing twice the amount in bills and handing the stack to Reita, kissing his cheek. “You were really amazing.”
Reita counted the money, eyebrows raising ever so slightly, and he recounted it twice before looking up at Aoi. “That amazing, huh?”
“You deserve it,” Aoi said and chuckled, and Reita quickly fished something out of his purse, holding it out to Aoi. It was a small card with a number printed on it, signed Reita in capital letters.
“My work number. If you’re ever in the neighbourhood, give me a call.”
“Does the shinkansen go out here?” Aoi asked, heading over to the bed, the exhaustion getting to him.
“It does, but I’d have to take a train to the main station. You would also have to cover my hours lost at the club, since I can’t work while I travel,” Reita said, pulling his clothes back on, finally pulling his coat around himself, and it was amazing how normal he looked like that. Aoi might not even look twice if he passed him on the street, definitely not now that he wasn’t wearing makeup.
“I’ll text you when I get back to Tokyo. For now, I need to catch some sleep, but thank you so much.”
“No, Aoi-san, thank you,” Reita said, bowing and heading for the door, and Aoi chuckled.
“You can stay and rest with me if you’d like,” he mumbled, already halfway asleep.
“No, I need to give my boss his cut and head home for the night, but I had a great time. Sleep well, Aoi-san.”
“Good night,” Aoi mumbled, staying awake just long enough to hear the door shut and the lock click in place, before drifting off with a content smile.
Notes: This work now has a sequel, Egg Hunt
Day 21: Edging, Kai/Aoi
Aoi moaned into the gag as the muscles in his abdomen tightened, his back arching off the bed in preparation for his orgasm. Just a little more now, he was almost there, Kai’s fingers rubbing his prostate while his hand stroked his cock, making him moan and writhe.
And as agreed upon, right when Aoi thought he was going to shoot, Kai pulled his hands away entirely, grinning as he watched Aoi’s cock twitch, precum oozing from the slit. Aoi whined and pulled on the chain connected to his cuffs, but there wasn’t much he could do, with his arms and legs tied to the headboard and the gag in his mouth preventing him from begging.
“What, were you close?” Kai asked, as though he didn’t already know, and Aoi narrowed his eyes at him, groaning when Kai slapped his thigh in response. “So demanding, you really need to be more patient.” Aoi looked unimpressed, and Kai chuckled at the sight, running a finger up his dick, gathering the drop of precum that had started to fall and smearing it over the head, circling his finger around it. Aoi whimpered and tensed, pulling against his bonds, but he couldn’t move much, and Kai ignored his squirming completely.
He trailed his hand down Aoi’s cock, over his balls and his taint, down to his wet hole. Aoi moaned as the finger slid inside him, moving far too slowly for his tastes, but it was better than nothing. Kai twisted his hand, wiggled his finger, and Aoi failed to hold back his noises, whimpering against the gag as his eyelids fluttered closed. Kai always loved seeing him like this, lost in pleasure and desperate for any kind of stimulation. His reactions were always so genuine, so raw, even if he might deny them later. It only made Kai appreciate the moment more.
By the time he had two fingers thrusting into him, Aoi was moaning steadily again, and Kai moved them a little faster, aiming for Aoi’s prostate. He knew he hit his mark when Aoi let out a particularly loud noise, and the chains rattled against his cuffs as he writhed again. “You know there’s no getting out unless you safeword, right?” Kai asked, and Aoi nodded, humming an affirmative, the chains clinking again when Kai rubbed his fingers over his prostate, and he bit back a grin.
Before long, Aoi was close again, and he gave a warning whimper right before he came, not wanting the sweet torture to end. Kai took the hint and pulled his fingers out, and Aoi had the audacity to look disappointed, whining and shooting Kai a pleading look. “What? You asked for that one,” Kai said, chuckling at Aoi, who almost looked like he smiled for a moment, before whining again.
When Aoi’s breathing had calmed down again and he seemed to have relaxed, Kai slipped two fingers back into him, humming at the surprised noise Aoi made, going right back to rubbing his prostate. He reached up with his other hand to stroke Aoi’s shaft slowly, smearing his own precum over his dick, this time paying closer attention to Aoi’s reactions. He stopped moving when Aoi raised his hips, his grip tightening on Aoi’s cock, who quickly relaxed again, doing his best to keep still.
Kai toyed with the head of Aoi’s dick, rubbing it slowly, watching Aoi’s face contort in pleasure. He curled his fingers and pushed them up, drawing a desperate moan from Aoi’s lips, and he couldn’t resist wiggling his fingers a little before pulling back entirely, placing his hands in his lap. Aoi tried to beg, his words slurred and his voice muffled thanks to the gag, but Kai got the gist of it. Aoi’s dick was red and slick, his hole fluttering now that it was empty again, and it must have hurt to be so close and be denied release, over and over.
When Aoi was nearly sobbing for it, Kai leaned forwards, nothing slow or gentle about his movements as he resumed stroking Aoi’s cock, fingers back against his prostate just a moment later. Aoi moaned and trembled, brows furrowed as he fought the need to cum, and Kai smiled fondly at him. “It’s alright, let go for me, give me everything.”
Aoi obediently gave in, cum shooting from his dick and coating his stomach as Kai milked his prostate and stroked him through it. He was almost oversensitive when Kai stopped touching him, pulling away to grab something to clean him up with. They shared a kiss when his gag was removed, and when Kai pulled back to smile down at him, Aoi barely had enough breath left to say “Thanks.”
Day 22: Crying, Ruki/Reita
Reita always held back. That was the way Ruki liked it. When he first found out Ruki liked seeing him cry, he’d pushed it, forced the tears to fall because he wanted to satisfy Ruki. Any good boyfriend would have done the same, right? But Ruki had stopped the scene, explained that it wasn’t the same, that he could tell when Reita forced it. As much as he loved Reita’s tears, he wanted them to fall naturally. Wanted to push Reita over the edge, himself.
He didn’t always manage. It was easier some days, when Reita had slept less, when he’d been emotional, when it was already late by the time they got around to it. Reita had even offered to watch sad films or videos of baby animals before a scene to lube up the tear ducts, so to speak. Ruki had turned down the offer with a smile, thanked Reita for trying to help, but he’d rather indulge in his dacryphilia more seldom, said it was even better then.
The belt came down on Reita’s ass again, and this time, he couldn’t stop himself. His body shook, his hands gripped the sheets tightly, and he whimpered into the mattress, the sound muffled, but not enough that Ruki didn’t hear. “Was that a sob?” he asked, and Reita nodded, crying out a second later when the belt connected with his ass, his skin burning like fire. A few more strikes, and Reita wailed, twisted away from the blows, and Ruki let his belt drop to the floor. “Up on the bed, I want to see.”
Reita nodded, getting up and crawling on the bed instead of being bent over it, turning so he was facing Ruki, though he couldn’t meet his eyes. His bottom lip was sucked between his teeth, his body shook with his sobs, and he dug his fingers into his thighs as the pain in his ass started fading. “Oh,” Ruki said, his voice soft, tinged with surprise, compassion, as well as lust. “Did I make you cry?”
Maybe the answer was obvious, but Ruki wanted the confirmation, and Reita gave a small nod. Ruki’s hands gently cupped his cheeks, tilting his face up, and Reita swallowed a sob and met his gaze. His eyes were wet and bloodshot, his brow ever so slightly creased as tears rolled down his cheeks, and Ruki carefully brushed his thumbs through Reita’s lashes, moaning at how wet they were. “Why are you crying, Reita?”
“Hurts,” Reita said, voice trembling, and he drew a shaky breath, which only seemed to turn Ruki on even more.
“Was it too much for you?” Reita shook his head quickly, and Ruki grinned, wiping away the tear trails on his cheeks. “No?” Without warning, he drew his hand back and slapped Reita’s cheek hard, making him flinch and cry out. Ruki tilted his head back up, gripped his chin firmly, forcing Reita to look at him as he stroked the red mark his hand left behind. Reita blinked, making more tears fall, and Ruki leaned down to lick them, moaning at the taste.
His lips curled into a grin when he felt a hand between his legs, cupping the bulge in his trousers, and he spread his feet apart so Reita had easier access. “Feel what you do to me? Feel how hard it makes me when you cry?”
Reita nodded, slipping his hand past Ruki’s waistband, burying his fingers in Ruki’s hair and pulling him further down, until their lips were almost touching. “I love it,” he whispered, before closing the distance between them, and whether Ruki was moaning at the taste of his tears on his lips or his hand on his dick, Reita didn’t care.
Day 23: Corset, Kai/Reita
Notes: Inspired by Reita's Rock and Read 073 photoshoot (and the Garish Room 30 behind the scenes photos)
“Alright, take a break!”
Reita bowed to the photographer and staff, carefully setting his hat down on a table and heading for the dressing room. He was thirsty, and he would definitely enjoy a moment to sit down and relax before they continued the shoot.
Except Kai apparently had other plans for him, as he followed Reita and locked the door behind them once they were alone in the room. “You look really good in that, you know.”
“Oh yeah? That good?” Reita said, pointedly lowering his gaze, raising an eyebrow at the suspicious way Kai’s jeans were bulging in the front.
“The corset really accentuates your figure,” Kai said and hummed, slowly running his hands down Reita’s torso, starting at his shoulders and moving over his chest. “Your broad shoulders, your toned pecs, your small waist.” He gripped Reita’s waist tightly, pulling him closer, and Reita reached up with a hand on Kai’s upper arm to balance himself, grateful for the foundation concealing his heated cheeks.
“You like my hourglass figure?” Reita asked, licking his lips innocently, but the way his lips curled spoke of something entirely different than innocence, and he didn’t protest when Kai turned him around, pushing him in the direction of the couch.
“You know I do. Bend over and grip the couch, I’ll get the lube for you.”
“You know I have to continue shooting soon, right? You better not mess up my costume, or staff is going to kill you,” Reita said, though he did as Kai commanded, hands on the back of the couch as he bent as much as he could, swaying his hips teasingly and grinning as Kai smacked his ass.
“Then you better watch your dick, wouldn’t want any cum on that shirt,” Kai said, handing the lube to Reita, who slicked up his fingers while Kai pulled his trousers and underwear down. Once his ass was bare, Reita spread his legs as much as he could, reaching back to push two fingers into himself with a low groan. “Damn, you’re not wasting any time, are you?”
“Like I said, I have a photoshoot to get back to,” Reita mumbled, groaning at how good his fingers felt, taking his time playing with his prostate. Kai had a head start on him, Reita typically made a habit of not having a boner during shoots, but it wasn’t long before he caught up to Kai. He heard the sounds of a zipper and turned so he could look over his shoulder, grinning at the sight of Kai rolling a condom on, spreading his fingers inside himself.
“Done with that?” Kai asked, and Reita nodded, letting Kai take the lube from him, shifting so he was gripping the couch properly. By the time Kai had lubed up, Reita was more than ready, and he pulled his fingers out of his ass and gripped his cock instead, giving it a few slow strokes from base to tip and back again.
“Go on, then, come fuck me,” Reita said, and Kai didn’t need to be asked twice. Reita groaned as Kai’s cock stretched him, fingers digging into the couch, resisting the urge to bite his lip and risk smudging the makeup. He arched his back, pushing back against Kai, who moaned and gave his ass another slap.
“You have no idea how hot this view is,” Kai said, sounding breathless already, and he wiped his hands clean of the lube, running them over Reita’s hips, letting them rest in the dip of Reita’s waist. “If only the stylist had laced this a little tighter, I could have gripped you with one hand and fucked you on my dick.”
“Pretty sure this corset isn’t made for waist training, Kai. I don’t think you could lace it much tighter than this.” Reita said and chuckled, stroking his cock lazily, letting himself adjust to the feeling of Kai inside him. “But if we look online, I’m sure there are lots of sturdier alternatives.”
“Naughty,” Kai said and grinned, starting to rock his hips, fucking Reita with shallow thrusts. He would definitely consider that, now that he’d discovered he had a thing for Reita in corsets. It certainly made fucking him hotter, he realised as he leaned forwards, using his grip on Reita’s waist to pull him back to meet his thrusts. Reita felt tighter, both around his dick and under his palms, and even if that was just the placebo effect, it had him working towards his climax faster than normal.
Reita was grateful for his muscles for more than aesthetic reasons when Kai’s hips sped up, it took a considerable amount of strength to hold himself up with one arm, but he didn’t want to stop stroking himself, not when he was getting close. Kai was more eager than normal, and Reita thoroughly enjoyed being the reason, the knowledge that he could still excite Kai with his body, even after years together.
Kai groaned like he normally did when he was close, and Reita’s hand sped up on his cock. The chains hanging from his trousers clinked as Kai moved them, his own hips slamming forward every time he pulled Reita back. Before long, Reita was cumming, angling his dick and doing his best not to stain his costume, stroking himself through it. A few thrusts later and Kai stilled inside him, moaning and gripping the couch so he wouldn’t lean his weight on Reita.
They caught their breath, and Kai pulled out, tossing the condom in a bin and burying it under some tissues, moving over to clean Reita. “They’re probably expecting you back out there soon,” he said, doing his best not to mess up any of the stylist’s work as he pulled Reita’s trousers back up, tucking him in gently.
“Or they heard us and went for a lunch break, who cares. I need a bottle of water and at least five minutes before I’m ready again,” Reita said, groaning as he stretched his back.
“Fine, five more minutes. And while you’re finishing your shoot, I’ll go on my laptop and start browsing for corsets.”
“That sounds like a great plan,” Reita said and grinned, dropping down on the couch and reaching for his water.
Day 24: Begging, Uruha/Reita
They were only an hour into the meeting when Uruha’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and he discreetly pulled it out under the table, glancing down at the display.
I need to go.
When Uruha looked up at Reita, he was biting his lip, sending him a pleading look. Uruha looked around at the other members, Ruki was explaining something to a staff member, Kai and Aoi were paying attention to the conversation, and nobody seemed to notice that he and Reita were on their phones. Excellent.
Is that how you ask for what you want?
Reita had a lot of practice hiding his reactions in public, but in turn, Uruha had even more practice reading his subtle cues. Reita’s tongue darted out between his lips and he stared intently at his screen, and while he hadn’t heard it, he knew Reita had taken a deep breath when he read the message. His eyes scanned the screen a few more times, before his fingers started moving over the screen, and Uruha leaned back in his chair, waiting for the reply.
I’m sorry, Uruha, may I please go?
Uruha’s lips stretched into a grin, and he quickly typed a message back.
That’s better. No, you can hold it until lunch break.
Reita squirmed in his spot, nodding his understanding and slipping his phone back in his pocket, but Uruha wasn’t satisfied. He stretched his leg out and found Reita’s under the table, using his foot to nudge Reita’s legs apart. Reita bit his lips and spread his legs, almost looking like he was going to pout, and Uruha shook his head at him. He should know better than thinking Uruha would let him get away with clenching like that.
“Here, Reita-san, your coffee.”
Reita tore his gaze away from Uruha to look up in bewilderment at the staff member, brows furrowing as he looked between him and the cup he’d just placed on the table in front of Reita. “There must be a mistake, I didn’t-” Reita started to say, but Uruha cut him off.
“Oh, I asked him to get it for you. I know it’s not the same as the fancy stuff you have at home, but it’s going to be a long meeting.” Reita glared at him for a second, before his expression softened. After all, nobody else in the room knew what Uruha really meant by that.
“Thank you,” Reita said, bowing his head to the staff member before lifting the cup to his lips, taking a sip of the hot coffee and glaring at Uruha over the rim of his cup.
“You’re welcome.” Before long, the caffeine would make the pressure on Reita’s bladder even more prominent, and Uruha greatly looked forward to watching Reita desperately try to conceal his need from their bandmates and the staff members present. It was a nice appetiser, especially since he had a while to wait before they could get to the main course. For now, he’d just enjoy the knowledge of Reita’s pain and refocus his attention on the meeting, especially now that they seemed to move on to the interesting parts.
Uruha was surprised that Reita had not only finished his coffee, but even drank half a bottle of water before lunch. The other members were quick to get up, though no one said anything when Reita and Uruha remained in their seats. They probably figured they didn’t want to make a line for the restroom, which honestly sounded like as good an excuse as any, and when the room emptied and Reita sent him a pleading look, Uruha shook his head. “Uruha, please, it hurts.”
“Nah, we’ll wait until the others return and there’s no queue.”
“Please,” Reita said, his voice nearly a whimper, and Uruha laughed at how pathetic he sounded.
“We both know you like it. In fact, I won’t be at all surprised if you’re pissing with a boner later.”
“Sadist,” Reita mumbled, and Uruha shrugged. It wasn’t even so much that he enjoyed Reita’s pain, he just liked seeing him desperate, begging for relief, and the feeling of power he had over him. Still, if Reita really wanted to, he could get up and go pee, and Uruha wouldn’t stop him by force. That element especially delighted Uruha.
The other members returned one by one, and Uruha struck up idle conversation with them when they did, until Ruki looked up at the clock, raising an eyebrow at Reita. “If you want to use the toilet before we start back up, you should go now.”
Uruha spoke up before Reita had time to answer, getting up and heading for the door. “Right, thank you for reminding me,” he said on the way, sending Ruki a grateful look, as if he really hadn’t thought of it before then. He was halfway down the hall when Reita gripped his arm.
“Bastard.”
“You know, I don’t recall giving you permission to come with me.”
“Then punish me,” Reita said quietly, and Uruha just grinned. The restroom was thankfully big enough for the both of them, and Uruha locked the door behind them once they were both inside, pleased when he turned around and Reita hadn’t pulled his dick out, hadn’t even unzipped his jeans.
“You act like a victim, but at the same time, you want me to keep dragging it out,” Uruha said as he opened his own pants, just enough to get his dick out, ignoring the fact that he wasn’t entirely flaccid, himself.
“Yeah, well,” Reita said, turning his head and staring intently at the wall, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. Uruha started to go, and the sound of it made Reita wince, rubbing his thighs together. “You know I like it.”
“I do,” Uruha said, sighing in relief as he finally got to empty his bladder. Just watching all the liquid Reita had forced down in the past few hours would have been enough to make his own need pressing. He could hardly imagine how Reita felt, especially with how close he was standing to the toilet. “Makes me want to keep denying you.”
“No, please,” Reita said, snapping his head up and uncrossing his arms, desperate eyes fixed on Uruha’s. “Please, Uruha, I can’t take another hour.”
Uruha groaned at how quickly the fight went out of Reita, shaking off his dick and tucking himself back in, stepping back and regarding Reita for a moment. “Then earn it.”
“Uruha, please, I want to piss,” Reita said, his voice rising to a whine, and he gripped his crotch, obviously struggling for a moment, before regaining control. “Please, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything you want, just please let me fucking piss.”
“Hmm, maybe,” Uruha said, pretending to think it over, and that seemed to do the trick. Reita bit his lip and nearly sobbed, eyes wet, and this time when he squirmed, Uruha suspected it was for more than one reason.
“I’m dying here, don’t make me go back with a full bladder, Uruha, please.”
“Do it.” As soon as the words left Uruha’s mouth, Reita unzipped, barely getting his dick out and aiming properly before he groaned in relief, a steady stream of piss hitting the toilet bowl. Uruha washed his hands and grabbed a paper towel to dry off, and by the time he was done with that, Reita was still going. “Mm, you were full,” Uruha mumbled, leaning against Reita’s back, one arm curling around his torso as he bent down to kiss his neck. “Surprised you held it that well, not to mention drinking all that water earlier.”
“I wanted to be genuinely desperate,” Reita said, smiling and tipping his head to the side, leaning back against Uruha as he adjusted himself. “Exaggerating doesn’t work the same way, you know that.”
“Well, now you’ll have to suffer with a boner for the rest of the meeting, instead of a full bladder. Oh, and you said you’d do anything I wanted, so you’re coming home with me tonight.” Uruha kissed Reita’s temple, and Reita’s smile widened, only pulling away so he could wash his hands as well.
“That’s what’s really going to make it hard to sit through the rest of this meeting.”
“Well, hurry up, then. The sooner we get back, the sooner we can finish up.”
Reita winked at Uruha as he unlocked the door. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing.”
Day 25: Monsterfucking, Venom/Reita
Notes: This is based off the 2018 Venom movie, so I just want to note before anyone comes for my head that I have not read any Venom comics. If I contradict canon, I'm sorry!
“We really need to try to keep a low profile,” Reita said as he shut the door behind him, kicking his shoes off and setting the bag of groceries on the counter.
“We are,” answered the gruff voice in his head, and Reita rolled his eyes.
“I can’t talk to you when we’re in the store, alright? If I go around talking to myself, best case scenario, people will think I’m crazy. Worst case scenario, they’ll connect the dots.” Reita started putting the groceries in the fridge, moving slowly, still tired from the night’s events.
“But you’re not talking to yourself.”
“Other people don’t know that, and they’re not supposed to. That’s what keeping a low profile means. We need to be so unremarkable that people don’t remember us at the end of the day,” Reita said, frowning when his arm stopped halfway between the fridge and the bag, holding a microwaveable meal in his hand. “Now what?”
“Hungry,” Venom said, lifting the plastic container to Reita’s mouth, who reached up with his other hand to grip his arm, covered in a black sludge, almost like a second skin.
“We need to heat that first! It’ll only take five minutes, just let me,” Reita grunted, struggling to hold his own arm back. “Come on, man, I can’t eat this shit cold. You like a healthy host, right?”
The resistance disappeared so abruptly, Reita almost lost his balance, gripping the counter to keep from falling over. “We do want you healthy.”
“Yeah, well, let me heat this, then,” Reita grumbled, taking the outer film off the container and sliding it in the microwave, setting the timer and leaning against the counter. “It’s like you’re trying to give me food poisoning.”
“Don’t be such a baby. Our metabolism is great. We just ate three raw human heads earlier, bones and all.”
“And still you’re hungry,” Reita said and shook his head, moving to grab a bottle of water, taking a few gulps. “Maybe it won’t make me sick, but eating cold food isn’t pleasant, alright?” The microwave beeped to signal it was done, and Reita grabbed the container, removing the lid and grabbing a pair of chopsticks and his water bottle, plopping down on the couch with a sigh. He turned on the TV, switching to the news station, wincing at the report.
“- and while the creature known as Venom has certainly aided the police in the apprehension of dangerous criminals, locals are wondering if it’s worth the price paid in damages to the city’s infrastructure, not to mention personal property.”
“Dude, we really need to be more careful. Look at that,” Reita said, gesturing to the footage of smashed cars and window panes, leaning back in his seat and starting to eat.
“We got the bad people. Isn’t that what we wanted?”
“We want to get the bad people without hurting good people. I really hope insurance covers destruction by symbiote,” Reita said, before continuing to eat. He was starting to feel the hunger as well.
“We were very careful not to hurt anyone,” Venom started, but Reita cut him off.
“Hurting someone doesn’t require physically harming them! Some people are reliant on their cars to get to work, and buying a new one isn’t cheap.”
“Reita-”
“No, shut up and listen,” Reita yelled, swallowing down his mouthful. “We’re not going to hurt civilians, and we’re not going to destroy shit unless it could be used to hurt people, or there’s no way to avoid it, is that clear?”
Black tendrils extended from Reita’s shoulder, slithering and shaping into a face, with huge, white eyes, and two rows of sharp, deadly teeth. “You like being bossy?” Venom asked, and Reita sighed and scooped some more food into his mouth, chewing for a moment, thinking of how to word himself.
“Actually, I don’t. I just have to be firm with you so you’ll realise I’m being serious. No unnecessary destroying. That’s final.”
“We both know you prefer following orders to giving them,” Venom said, and Reita furrowed his brows.
“Well, yeah, of course. You’re in my head, you know everythi-” Reita started, but was cut off when he felt something curl around his dick, taking him by surprise and drawing a gasp from his lips. “What are you doing?”
“You’ve had a stressful night,” Venom said, grin widening when Reita tipped his head back and moaned. He was still wearing clothes, and there wasn’t much room for movement, but the tendril curled around his dick shifted up and down his shaft, stroking him slowly. “You don’t have to be in control. Just relax, stop giving orders.”
Before Reita had time to say anything, Venom’s long tongue was lapping at his lips, and he parted them obediently, sucking on the tip of it. The stimulation to his cock made it hard to concentrate, however, the tendrils stroking his shaft making him moan breathlessly, struggling to stay coherent. As Venom’s mouth gently pressed against his, he reached for the remote, turning the TV back off and putting his food down. “Bedroom?” he asked once Venom pulled away, flicking its tongue against his neck.
“Is that a command or a question?”
“A request?” Reita raised an eyebrow at Venom, sighing in part relief, part disappointment when the touch on his dick disappeared, Venom grinning at him.
“Better. Yes, bedroom, now.” Reita nodded, getting up and leaving his food on the low table, he could come back for it later. So much for not eating it cold.
In the weeks since his and Venom’s bonding, they had spent a good amount of time adjusting to being together. At first it was weird never being alone, never having a quiet moment with your own thoughts, but what had worried him the most initially had been masturbation. How was he going to get off if he was never alone? He had quickly learned that when Venom explained it knew everything about him, it meant everything, including his worries regarding sexual gratification. The first time he had gotten a boner while awake, Venom had taken care of it before Reita even had a chance to worry about doing anything about it himself.
It turned out that Venom not only knew that unresolved boners were an issue both socially and physically and orgasms were healthy for the human body, it also enjoyed making Reita cum. It had felt a bit weird the first few times, but as Reita slowly started to adjust to the concept of being sexual with Venom, they had moved on to more than just the symbiote equivalent of handjobs. Venom had access to everything in Reita’s brain, every memory, every fleeting thought, including Reita’s kinks and desires. And while sometimes it frustrated and embarrassed Reita that he couldn’t keep anything secret or personal anymore, sometimes it was really, really practical.
“On the bed, Reita,” Venom said, and as Reita nodded and crawled up on the mattress, Venom slid off his clothes, several long tentacles extending from his body and pushing his clothes out of the way carefully, tossing the duvet aside before letting Reita get on all fours on the bed. “Ass up.”
Reita moaned when one of the tentacles slapped his ass, raising his hips even higher, spreading his knees apart to give Venom more room to work with. “Fuck,” he mumbled when a slick tonge licked his cleft, craning his neck to look over his shoulder, a bit disappointed to only see Venom’s head extending from his body. “More.”
Whether Venom knew what he wanted from experience or by being in his head, he wasn’t sure, but dark tendrils shot from his body, materialising in the shape of Venom as they usually appeared when paired, with arms and legs and a mouth that grinned at Reita. “You want a physical partner?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Reita mumbled, not bothering to mention that he enjoyed having someone above him, even if they were still connected in several places along his back and legs. Venom needed a host, but it could still take physical form outside his body as long as they didn’t break apart entirely.
“Say “please”.” Reita was about to respond, but then Venom’s long tongue pressed inside his ass, just the first few centimetres, but enough to make him moan.
“Please,” he said, panting softly and gripping the sheets as that tongue moved inside him, gently easing him open. Venom stretched out a hand, rummaged through the drawers, quickly finding the lube and pulling it back. Reita was tired of stretching his neck at such an awkward angle, hanging his head and closing his eyes, trusting Venom to take care of the rest. “Please, fuck me.”
“Isn’t it easier to just obey?” Venom sounded smug, but Reita didn’t mind. He found it easier to relax with Venom than any of his previous sexual partners. Like being with someone who already knew everything about you made it less scary to be open and honest, like he had nothing to be ashamed of, because Venom already knew, and didn’t judge him for what he liked. Venom knew his darkest fantasies, his most fucked up desires, and didn’t tease him for them, even tried to fulfil some of them. It was no wonder he was so comfortable in their moments together.
Venom uncapped the lube, and soon enough its tongue slipped out of Reita’s ass, only to be replaced by a slim, slick tentacle, slowly pushing into him. Reita moaned and gripped the sheets, pushing back against the intrusion, gasping at how deep into him it reached before stopping. More lube was drizzled down his cleft, and then the tentacle started moving, pulling out a bit before thrusting back in, moving at a gentle pace to start with.
More sounds of lube being smeared filled the room, and then something wrapped around Reita’s cock, curling around his shaft and starting to stroke. Now that he wasn’t wearing underwear, the movements were less strained, less careful, and it didn’t take long before Reita was rocking his hips between the tentacle in his ass and the one stroking his cock. Venom leaned over him, arms on either side of Reita’s head, tongue teasing his neck as it slowly worked him open.
As Reita’s ass adjusted to the stretch, the size slowly increased. With every thrust into his body, the damned thing grew, until Reita was panting and squirming, the girth of it more than any of his previous partners, thicker than his fist, even. The sheer size had Reita leaking precum, rocking back to meet Venom’s thrusts, loving how wide he was being stretched. He lowered his upper body further, pleased when Venom took the hint and fucked him deeper, though seeming to have settled on the size for now.
A slim tendril flicked the slit of Reita’s cock, slick with lube, and Reita whimpered softly as he realised what Venom was planning. The tip fucked his urethra for a moment, shallow thrusts of it while the tentacle in his ass and the one wrapped around his shaft continued their unrelenting stimulation. It was almost too much when it slid deeper, fully penetrating his dick, and Reita’s moans grew desperate as the pleasure overwhelmed him, leaving him unable to move or speak. He could do nothing more than hold himself up and moan, letting Venom take care of his needs, send waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
The tentacle in his ass curled ever so slightly, rubbing over Reita’s prostate, and he nearly cried out. It didn’t take long before he was practically begging, and Venom leaned down until its head was next to Reita’s ear, fucking him deep and hitting his prostate with every thrust. “Cum.”
That was a command Reita was more than willing to obey, and with a few more thrusts, a few more strokes to his cock, he was cumming hard, the tendril in his cock pulling out as he spattered the sheets with his cum. Venom held him up, milked him through it, until Reita was so sensitive he whined, almost collapsing against the sheets. He was slowly lowered to lie down on his stomach, whimpering as the tentacle in his ass pulled out, his stretched hole fluttering, empty and still slick with lube.
He heard something stretch, and the next thing he knew, the water bottle was in his hand, Venom once again retracting into his body, needing to recover as well. “Thanks,” Reita mumbled, downing the rest of the water.
“You’re welcome.”
“Fine, you’re right, I prefer being given commands to being the one giving them.” Reita got up to take the empty bottle to the kitchen, before heading to the bathroom to clean off. “But if this is going to work, you still need to play by my rules. I meant what I said, and the sooner you accept that that’s how it’s going to be, the better.”
“Fine,” Venom said, stretching out to grab the soap as Reita got in the shower, helping him clean off. “We’ll try to cause less damage.”
“That’s all I ask,” Reita said, smiling as he turned on the water. “And thank you for being so good to me.”
“The moans and whimpers you make when your brain is clouded with pleasure are delicious.”
Reita bit his lip and blushed, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.
Chapter: drabble list
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairings: various, check each listing
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: m/m, prostitution, exhibitionism, piercings/tattoos, oral fixation, temperature play, toys, chastity cage, anal play, edging, fingering, hand job, bondage, gags, sadistic dacryphilia, impact pain play, anal sex, semi-public, omorashi/watersports, begging, AU - crossover, teratophilia, urethral sounding, size kink, mentions of uhhhhh cannibalism?
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: various
Comment: A collection of drabbles for Kinktober, listed by pairing and prompt, that I'll do my best to update every day for the rest of the month. Tags will be updated as I go. Can also be read on AO3 for easier sorting. See my twitter for prompt list and more info. Please excuse any mistakes, as I'm posting these on the same day I'm writing them without proofreading.
As the original became too big, I'm forced to split these into multiple posts, sorry! Here you'll find days 20-25 of the prompt fills.
Day 20: Sex Work, Aoi/Reita
Notes: For sirens_fang, because she's amazing, and because she requested this ages ago and it fit perfectly for the day 20 prompt. Thank you for always being such a great friend, I hope this is what you wanted! ♡
It was already dark when Aoi pulled up to the club, but to him, the night was still young. He'd finished up all his work for the day, and he had the rest of the night off to do whatever he wanted with the boss' blessings. With that in mind, Aoi had headed to the local nightclub, looking for a way to kill time. He’d never been in the area before, he'd gone a few towns out of Tokyo for work and would have been lost had it not been for his GPS, but all it took was him flashing part of his tattoo to the bouncer, and he was let in without question. One of the perks of gang life.
He ordered a beer and looked around, trying to decide on where to sit. There were dancers on almost every table, hot girls shaking their beautiful asses, each talented and pretty to boot, and it was almost impossible to decide. That was until he noticed a table in the back with only a few patrons seated near it, a dancer upside down on the pole, legs spread and popping their ass with striking expertise.
At first glance, it didn't even register to Aoi that it wasn't a woman. Between the shoulder length hair, the platform stripper heels, and the bikini they were performing in, he just automatically assumed they were female, before he took a closer look between their legs and realised just what that thong was holding back. Intrigued, he took a swig of his beer, headed for the table, and took a seat, content for now to just watch him perform.
It didn't take long before the dancer noticed him, and he gracefully slid down from the pole, strutting over to the end of the table. He crouched down and bounced his ass, making sure the other patrons had something to look at while he struck up a conversation. "Never seen you around before."
"That's because I'm not from around here, I'm just in town for work," Aoi said, letting his gaze roam over the dancer's body, appreciating the toned muscles and smooth, hairless skin. "I'm from Tokyo."
"From Tokyo, huh? Still on the clock, or?"
"No, I'm free for the night," Aoi said, licking his lips when the dancer stretched out on his stomach, spreading his legs and twerking like he'd never seen anyone twerk before, earning a whistle from across the table. "What's your name?"
"Reita," the dancer answered, slowly drawing his knees in under himself, rolling his hips and crawling even closer to Aoi. He gripped Aoi's necktie with one hand, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "You're yakuza, aren't you?"
Aoi nodded, impressed Reita didn't miss a beat, hips still bouncing in rhythm to the music, and he only managed to tear his gaze away when Reita nipped at his earlobe and pulled back, raising an eyebrow at him. "How much to take you home?"
Reita grinned at that, twirling Aoi's tie around his fingers, slowly licking his lips, and Aoi's eyes were drawn to the motion. Reita's lips were beautiful. "I charge an hourly rate plus the room fee. Yakuza get a discount, though."
"Got a thing for that?"
"Nah, company policy. I do like a man with ink, though," Reita said, giving Aoi a pointed look, raising his hips again as the song's beat turned more intense. Aoi watched in fascination as Reita's cheeks bounced rhythmically, opening and closing around the string of his thong, and suddenly he realised where the expression ‘clap that ass’ came from. "Why don't you finish that beer and meet me out back? I got a few things I need to grab before I can leave."
And that was how Aoi found himself leaning against his car in the back alley behind a nightclub, blowing smoke into the night sky and hoping the bouncers knew he had an arrangement and wasn’t just some creep hoping to get lucky. He was almost done with his cigarette when Reita stepped out, having changed into more comfortable shoes and a long coat that hid whatever he was wearing underneath. He smiled at the sight of Aoi, thanking him and getting in when he held the door for him.
“I hate to ask, but you’re fit to drive, right? I really don’t want to end up a smear on the asphalt,” Reita said when Aoi got in.
“Yeah, don’t worry, that beer was my first tonight.”
“It’s not like I’m too shy to fuck in the car, if you prefer that,” Reita said, and before Aoi had time to say anything, Reita leaned across the seat until his face was in Aoi’s lap.
“That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Aoi said, biting his lip when Reita licked the bulge in his pants, and fine, he couldn’t deny it now. He was horny. “Do you know of a discreet hotel nearby where we can get some privacy?”
“Make a left,” Reita said, mouthing at Aoi’s cock through his jeans, and Aoi hoped he wasn’t going to keep doing that the whole way there. “I still don’t know whose name to moan, though.”
“Aoi,” Aoi said, sighing in relief when Reita sat up properly, starting the engine and shifting until he was sitting comfortably. “Just call me Aoi.”
“Take a right at the next crossing,” Reita said once they were out on the main street, and Aoi gave a nod of understanding. It turned out it wasn’t far. Before long, Reita was pointing to a parking sign, and Aoi drove down into the garage and found a free spot. The reception was just a tiny window, with the rates and different rooms posted on the wall next to it. Reita pointed to one of the rooms. “This one comes equipped with bondage gear, if that’s your style. If you want anything specific, just let me know, I can get them to bring it up, for a fee.”
Aoi’s brows raised as he eyed the picture Reita pointed out. It seemed like a completely normal room to him, but he figured Reita probably knew what he was talking about. “Anything? For example toys, candles, ice cubes?”
Reita nodded, and Aoi could have sworn he saw him grin before he walked over to the counter, whispering something to the receptionist, whose face was hidden completely from view. He seemed to receive the answer he wanted, because he turned to Aoi and smiled. “Three hours or overnight?”
“Overnight,” Aoi said, fishing out his wallet. He might as well get some sleep and drive home in the morning.
They had to wait in the reception for the staff to prepare the room, which gave them both time to use the bathroom while waiting. Thankfully the room was ready before Reita was, the receptionist waved Aoi over and gave him the key with a hushed ‘goodnight’, and Aoi thanked him. Reita was out a minute later, and they headed upstairs together, Reita finding the right room with practiced ease.
A bucket of ice, two candles, and a discreet, black box had been placed on the coffee table next to the sofa. True to Reita’s word, the room was furnished with a Saint Andrew’s Cross and various other types of bondage furniture, in addition to a large bed with sturdy rings on all four posts, and hooks and pulleys hanging from the ceiling. It was all rather impressive, particularly for the price Aoi had paid, but the only thing that really mattered was that the bed was comfortable.
Reita grabbed a match from the box and lit the candles, making sure everything was in order before taking out condoms and lube and leaving them on the table. “Why don’t you take a seat?” he said and turned to Aoi, licking his lips suggestively, and Aoi nodded and sat down on the sofa. Reita swayed his hips to a rhythm only he could hear, gaze fixed on Aoi as he opened the buttons of his coat one by one, slowly sliding it over his shoulders. He was still wearing the same thong as earlier, but he had taken off the bra, and was instead wearing a harness of leather straps over his chest that accentuated his pecs.
He was definitely gorgeous, and Aoi leaned back in his seat and enjoyed the view as Reita tossed his coat on a nearby chair and slowly moved closer. He was less subtle in his movements once it was off, running his hands down his chest, over his hips and up again, making Aoi follow the movement with his eyes.
“You’re pretty,” Aoi said before he realised he’d even opened his mouth, but Reita took it with a grin.
“You’re not so bad, yourself,” he said as he moved closer, turning around and swaying his ass, though in a different way than he’d done at the club. This was slower, more sensual, and when he was close enough, Aoi reached out to run his hands over that soft flesh, pleased when Reita didn’t stop moving. Reita danced until he was practically straddling Aoi’s lap, and Aoi groaned, unable to resist leaning in and pressing his lips to his back, moving down his spine and placing a row of kisses along his skin.
Reita hummed when Aoi kissed his ass, one peck on each cheek before leaning back in his seat again, and he turned around and climbed into his lap. "I hope you'll let me see you naked," he said, pushing at Aoi's suit jacket, who nodded and shifted so Reita could take it off.
"Gladly," he said once his arms were free of the sleeves, running his hands up Reita's thighs while he carefully hung Aoi's jacket over the back of the sofa. He paused for a moment when he reached Reita's hips, trailing a few fingers over the bulge in his thong, raising an eyebrow at what he felt.
Reita noticed his surprise then, grinning and reaching down to pull his underwear aside, revealing a pink chastity cage locked around his dick. "I wear it under my work uniform, do you like it?"
Aoi took the cage in his hand, feeling the weight of it and finally looking up at Reita's face, returning his grin. "I love it," he said, and when Reita licked his lips, he followed the movement with his eyes. He wanted to know what those lips tasted like, how that soft, pink tongue would feel against his own, but he was in no rush.
He reached up with his left hand and cupped Reita’s cheek, drawing his thumb across his face, towards his mouth. Reita seemed to catch on, parting his lips just slightly, darting his tongue out to lick Aoi’s thumb as it passed. Aoi couldn’t have taken his eyes off him if he had tried, Reita’s lips were lush and still surprisingly glossy, and when he pulled down the bottom lip with his thumb, he knew he needed to kiss him.
Reita didn’t object when Aoi leaned closer, meeting him halfway with a soft moan, moving his lips slowly against Aoi’s, lewd, yet pliant. He let Aoi take control, parting his lips for his tongue and sucking gently on it, and Aoi moaned in return. He fondled Reita’s balls and the chastity cage in his hand, grinning when Reita had to pull away to moan, his arousal growing with Reita’s reactions.
Aoi eventually pulled his hands away, letting them drop to his sides and leaning back, glancing over at the candles, flames flickering in the dim lighting and casting shadows on their bodies. “Go get a towel and sit down on the bed,” he said, raising an eyebrow when Reita leaned in, tongue pressed against his upper lip, and now Aoi was certain he had caught on and was doing it on purpose. Reita placed one hand on Aoi’s shoulder, the other gripping the knot of his tie, pulling it loosely.
“This shirt better be off when I get back,” Reita whispered, flashing Aoi a teasing grin, before getting up and leaving for the bathroom, toned ass bouncing with every step. Aoi quickly removed most of his clothes, though he left his boxers on for now, and when he was finished, he heard a hum of approval from the direction of the bathroom. “That’s what I’m talking about,” Reita said, tossing the towel on the bed and walking back to Aoi, running his hands up his arms.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you like ink, huh?” Aoi watched in fascination as Reita licked one of his tattoos, finding himself wondering if it actually tasted different from bare skin, but he couldn’t imagine why.
“Yeah, especially irezumi. It’s proof of all the hours of pain you’ve sat through for no other reason than vanity, which is not only impressive, but really hot.”
“Why don’t you have any yourself, then?” By now, he had seen all of Reita’s body, and he hadn’t noticed any tattoos, only a couple of piercings. Reita shrugged.
“Not everyone likes them, and it’s easier to get clients this way. But when I retire, I’m definitely getting something.”
“But everyone likes these?” Aoi asked, raising an eyebrow as he pinched Reita’s nipples lightly, making Reita whimper adorably. “And this?” he added, flicking the jewellery in Reita’s navel with a grin.
“Most clients do, yeah. And if they don’t, I can take them out,” Reita said, backing slowly up towards the bed, crooking one finger at Aoi in a silent signal to follow. He spread the towel out properly and sat down on it, leaning back on his arms, waiting expectantly for whatever Aoi was about to do.
Aoi pulled the table a little closer and grabbed an ice cube out of the bucket, turning it between his fingers as he let his gaze roam over Reita’s body. He started slowly, giving Reita time to adjust to the sensations, trailing the ice up his arm, letting it melt against his skin. Reita hummed softly, watching Aoi’s arm shift, leaving behind a wet trail that dripped down his arm, sending shivers down his spine. It was cold, but not unbearable, even when Aoi shifted and moved the ice down his chest, circling his nipple and making him arch his back.
“Intense?” Aoi asked, and Reita nodded, biting his lip when Aoi pressed the ice against his nipple. “Describe it to me.”
“Cold,” Reita mumbled, licking his lips and looking up at Aoi, gasping when he moved the ice to the other nipple. “Hurts, but not really. It’s an illusion of pain, and when you take it away, I just feel more sensitive, more aware.”
Aoi groaned and moved the ice further down, trailing it slowly over Reita’s thighs, making him shudder and tense up for a moment before he could relax again. When the ice was almost fully melted, he shifted over to his crotch, circling it around his dick, and as the ice shifted over his balls, Reita moaned and shivered, obviously struggling to hold still.
Aoi grabbed another cube, this time holding it to Reita’s mouth, slowly tracing his lips. Reita moaned, and Aoi pulled his hand away, tapping Reita’s bottom lip. “Open your mouth, I want you to hold this on your tongue for as long as you can. If it becomes too much, spit it out or swallow it.” Reita nodded and parted his lips, holding his tongue out for Aoi to place the ice on, flinching at how cold it was in contrast with his tongue. The moan Aoi gave was incentive enough to keep it there, however, and when Aoi turned around and grabbed one of the candles, Reita almost forgot all about the ice.
“Stay as still as you can, now,” Aoi said after he'd tested the heat of the wax on his arm, holding the candle a good distance above Reita’s body, who watched his hand through hooded eyes. The first few drops of wax landed on Reita’s shoulder, and he whimpered softly, flinching, but managing to keep the ice cube on his tongue obediently. The heat dissipated quickly, and Reita moaned, his body responding eagerly to the various sensations. He hadn’t expected to enjoy himself this thoroughly, but he had to admit, Aoi was nothing but a pleasant surprise so far.
More wax trailed down Reita’s chest, who did his best to keep still, even as a few drops landed on his nipple, wrenching a cry from his throat. By the time the ice in his mouth had melted fully, his chest and thighs were decorated in drops of wax, and he was ready to beg for stimulation, his skin so sensitive from the treatment, just a touch would be enough to make him shudder.
“Lie back,” Aoi said, leaning over the table, rummaging through the box of toys for one that would work well.
“No need to start small,” Reita said when he caught on to what Aoi was doing, and Aoi raised an eyebrow as he picked up a pink dildo that was suitably phallic.
“As you wish,” he said and rolled a condom on it, tossing it over to the bed along with lube, tipping his head back as he regarded Reita. “Now get yourself ready for me.”
“Oh, yes,” Reita said, moaning eagerly as he grabbed the lube, slicking up two of his fingers and promptly shoving them into his ass. Aoi seemed impressed, and Reita grinned proudly, raising his leg and holding it up with his other hand while he eased himself open. He thrust his fingers quickly, waiting until he didn’t feel any pain before lubing up the toy, slowly licking his lips, not missing the way Aoi’s breath halted and he shifted on his feet.
Reita moaned as the dildo pushed into him, spreading his legs wide to give Aoi a nice view, watching him as he pushed the toy as deep as it would go without losing his grip. He gave himself a moment to adjust, and Aoi noticed that when he started thrusting it, there was nothing but pleasure written on his face, evident in his unfocused gaze and the breathless gasps he let out with every shift of his hand.
There was a good chance Reita was moaning more for show than out of actual pleasure, but he was a convincing actor, and Aoi appreciated the immersion. On top of that, he had an amazing view of Reita’s ass stretching around the toy, and he couldn’t resist moving closer, gripping Reita’s thighs firmly as he crouched down to watch him fuck himself.
“I’m ready when you are, Aoi,” Reita said, and he certainly sounded ready, breathless and biting back moans, pumping the toy in and out of himself and digging his fingers into his leg.
“Gotta grab a condom first,” Aoi said, though Reita was right, there was no point delaying any further. They were both ready, and by the time Aoi had kicked off his underwear and slicked up the condom, he was so hard he almost ached for Reita’s ass. Reita pulled the toy out of himself and pulled the condom off it, licking up the length of it and shooting Aoi a sultry look, and Aoi almost lost it. Reita barely had time to crawl higher up on the bed before Aoi was gripping his legs, spreading them out and positioning himself at his entrance.
Reita’s ass felt amazing around his dick, swallowing him up and clenching around him, and Aoi cursed and buried his hands in the sheets, moaning once he was buried to the hilt. Reita returned the moan, lapping at the dildo in his hand, eyes trained on Aoi, who was having a hard time just focusing on breathing. Reita was licking and mouthing at the toy, getting it wet with spit, and Aoi made a mental note to tip generously. Reita was observant, he’d give him that.
By the time Aoi started moving, he had already made peace with the fact that he wasn’t going to last long. Between teasing Reita earlier and all the visual stimulation he was giving him, Aoi was harder than he’d been in a while, and he forced himself to go slow, rocking his hips and just enjoying the way Reita clenched around him. He wrapped his legs around Aoi’s hips and took the toy in his mouth, sucking and moaning and giving Aoi a look so dirty it should be considered foul play. Those soft lips stretched around the shaft, and when he thrust it at the same pace Aoi was going at, Aoi groaned, shifting his weight on one hand so he could reach up and pinch Reita’s nipple.
Reita moaned, and Aoi tugged on the piercing, playing with it for a while, watching Reita coat the toy in his saliva, making the most obscene noises Aoi had ever heard. Eventually, he couldn’t take any more, and he wanted to hear the sounds Reita made clearly, so he carefully pulled the toy away, tossing it aside and leaning down until he was hovering over Reita. “I wanna hear you.”
“Fuck me, Aoi.” Aoi nodded, spreading his legs for better leverage, building up his thrusts until he was bucking into Reita’s ass, moaning louder than Reita was. He was so hot, so tight, even though Aoi was barely thicker than the toy, and before long, he was pounding into Reita, chasing his orgasm. He snapped his hips, loving the sound of their skin meeting, the wet noises Reita’s lubed hole made, not to mention the moans that spilled from his swollen lips.
Aoi reached his climax with a groan, gripping the sheets tightly as he pushed deep into Reita, filling the condom with his cum. Reita moaned Aoi’s name, burying one hand in his hair as he kissed his neck and shoulder, letting Aoi take his time recovering. Only when Aoi rolled over on his back, panting harshly and tying a knot on the condom, did Reita get up, kissing Aoi’s arm before heading for the bathroom.
Minutes later, Aoi heard the shower running, and he grunted as he got up, grabbing a few tissues to clean his dick, slipping back into his underwear. He had just gotten his wallet out when Reita stepped out of the bathroom, drying himself off with a towel. “How much?”
“What time is it?” Reita asked, answering his own question by grabbing his phone from his bag and checking the display. “A little over three hours since I got off stage. With your ten percent discount, let’s see,” he mumbled, typing something into his phone, before turning it to Aoi and holding it up so he could see the calculator and the total sum.
“Alright,” Aoi said and nodded, grabbing twice the amount in bills and handing the stack to Reita, kissing his cheek. “You were really amazing.”
Reita counted the money, eyebrows raising ever so slightly, and he recounted it twice before looking up at Aoi. “That amazing, huh?”
“You deserve it,” Aoi said and chuckled, and Reita quickly fished something out of his purse, holding it out to Aoi. It was a small card with a number printed on it, signed Reita in capital letters.
“My work number. If you’re ever in the neighbourhood, give me a call.”
“Does the shinkansen go out here?” Aoi asked, heading over to the bed, the exhaustion getting to him.
“It does, but I’d have to take a train to the main station. You would also have to cover my hours lost at the club, since I can’t work while I travel,” Reita said, pulling his clothes back on, finally pulling his coat around himself, and it was amazing how normal he looked like that. Aoi might not even look twice if he passed him on the street, definitely not now that he wasn’t wearing makeup.
“I’ll text you when I get back to Tokyo. For now, I need to catch some sleep, but thank you so much.”
“No, Aoi-san, thank you,” Reita said, bowing and heading for the door, and Aoi chuckled.
“You can stay and rest with me if you’d like,” he mumbled, already halfway asleep.
“No, I need to give my boss his cut and head home for the night, but I had a great time. Sleep well, Aoi-san.”
“Good night,” Aoi mumbled, staying awake just long enough to hear the door shut and the lock click in place, before drifting off with a content smile.
Notes: This work now has a sequel, Egg Hunt
Day 21: Edging, Kai/Aoi
Aoi moaned into the gag as the muscles in his abdomen tightened, his back arching off the bed in preparation for his orgasm. Just a little more now, he was almost there, Kai’s fingers rubbing his prostate while his hand stroked his cock, making him moan and writhe.
And as agreed upon, right when Aoi thought he was going to shoot, Kai pulled his hands away entirely, grinning as he watched Aoi’s cock twitch, precum oozing from the slit. Aoi whined and pulled on the chain connected to his cuffs, but there wasn’t much he could do, with his arms and legs tied to the headboard and the gag in his mouth preventing him from begging.
“What, were you close?” Kai asked, as though he didn’t already know, and Aoi narrowed his eyes at him, groaning when Kai slapped his thigh in response. “So demanding, you really need to be more patient.” Aoi looked unimpressed, and Kai chuckled at the sight, running a finger up his dick, gathering the drop of precum that had started to fall and smearing it over the head, circling his finger around it. Aoi whimpered and tensed, pulling against his bonds, but he couldn’t move much, and Kai ignored his squirming completely.
He trailed his hand down Aoi’s cock, over his balls and his taint, down to his wet hole. Aoi moaned as the finger slid inside him, moving far too slowly for his tastes, but it was better than nothing. Kai twisted his hand, wiggled his finger, and Aoi failed to hold back his noises, whimpering against the gag as his eyelids fluttered closed. Kai always loved seeing him like this, lost in pleasure and desperate for any kind of stimulation. His reactions were always so genuine, so raw, even if he might deny them later. It only made Kai appreciate the moment more.
By the time he had two fingers thrusting into him, Aoi was moaning steadily again, and Kai moved them a little faster, aiming for Aoi’s prostate. He knew he hit his mark when Aoi let out a particularly loud noise, and the chains rattled against his cuffs as he writhed again. “You know there’s no getting out unless you safeword, right?” Kai asked, and Aoi nodded, humming an affirmative, the chains clinking again when Kai rubbed his fingers over his prostate, and he bit back a grin.
Before long, Aoi was close again, and he gave a warning whimper right before he came, not wanting the sweet torture to end. Kai took the hint and pulled his fingers out, and Aoi had the audacity to look disappointed, whining and shooting Kai a pleading look. “What? You asked for that one,” Kai said, chuckling at Aoi, who almost looked like he smiled for a moment, before whining again.
When Aoi’s breathing had calmed down again and he seemed to have relaxed, Kai slipped two fingers back into him, humming at the surprised noise Aoi made, going right back to rubbing his prostate. He reached up with his other hand to stroke Aoi’s shaft slowly, smearing his own precum over his dick, this time paying closer attention to Aoi’s reactions. He stopped moving when Aoi raised his hips, his grip tightening on Aoi’s cock, who quickly relaxed again, doing his best to keep still.
Kai toyed with the head of Aoi’s dick, rubbing it slowly, watching Aoi’s face contort in pleasure. He curled his fingers and pushed them up, drawing a desperate moan from Aoi’s lips, and he couldn’t resist wiggling his fingers a little before pulling back entirely, placing his hands in his lap. Aoi tried to beg, his words slurred and his voice muffled thanks to the gag, but Kai got the gist of it. Aoi’s dick was red and slick, his hole fluttering now that it was empty again, and it must have hurt to be so close and be denied release, over and over.
When Aoi was nearly sobbing for it, Kai leaned forwards, nothing slow or gentle about his movements as he resumed stroking Aoi’s cock, fingers back against his prostate just a moment later. Aoi moaned and trembled, brows furrowed as he fought the need to cum, and Kai smiled fondly at him. “It’s alright, let go for me, give me everything.”
Aoi obediently gave in, cum shooting from his dick and coating his stomach as Kai milked his prostate and stroked him through it. He was almost oversensitive when Kai stopped touching him, pulling away to grab something to clean him up with. They shared a kiss when his gag was removed, and when Kai pulled back to smile down at him, Aoi barely had enough breath left to say “Thanks.”
Day 22: Crying, Ruki/Reita
Reita always held back. That was the way Ruki liked it. When he first found out Ruki liked seeing him cry, he’d pushed it, forced the tears to fall because he wanted to satisfy Ruki. Any good boyfriend would have done the same, right? But Ruki had stopped the scene, explained that it wasn’t the same, that he could tell when Reita forced it. As much as he loved Reita’s tears, he wanted them to fall naturally. Wanted to push Reita over the edge, himself.
He didn’t always manage. It was easier some days, when Reita had slept less, when he’d been emotional, when it was already late by the time they got around to it. Reita had even offered to watch sad films or videos of baby animals before a scene to lube up the tear ducts, so to speak. Ruki had turned down the offer with a smile, thanked Reita for trying to help, but he’d rather indulge in his dacryphilia more seldom, said it was even better then.
The belt came down on Reita’s ass again, and this time, he couldn’t stop himself. His body shook, his hands gripped the sheets tightly, and he whimpered into the mattress, the sound muffled, but not enough that Ruki didn’t hear. “Was that a sob?” he asked, and Reita nodded, crying out a second later when the belt connected with his ass, his skin burning like fire. A few more strikes, and Reita wailed, twisted away from the blows, and Ruki let his belt drop to the floor. “Up on the bed, I want to see.”
Reita nodded, getting up and crawling on the bed instead of being bent over it, turning so he was facing Ruki, though he couldn’t meet his eyes. His bottom lip was sucked between his teeth, his body shook with his sobs, and he dug his fingers into his thighs as the pain in his ass started fading. “Oh,” Ruki said, his voice soft, tinged with surprise, compassion, as well as lust. “Did I make you cry?”
Maybe the answer was obvious, but Ruki wanted the confirmation, and Reita gave a small nod. Ruki’s hands gently cupped his cheeks, tilting his face up, and Reita swallowed a sob and met his gaze. His eyes were wet and bloodshot, his brow ever so slightly creased as tears rolled down his cheeks, and Ruki carefully brushed his thumbs through Reita’s lashes, moaning at how wet they were. “Why are you crying, Reita?”
“Hurts,” Reita said, voice trembling, and he drew a shaky breath, which only seemed to turn Ruki on even more.
“Was it too much for you?” Reita shook his head quickly, and Ruki grinned, wiping away the tear trails on his cheeks. “No?” Without warning, he drew his hand back and slapped Reita’s cheek hard, making him flinch and cry out. Ruki tilted his head back up, gripped his chin firmly, forcing Reita to look at him as he stroked the red mark his hand left behind. Reita blinked, making more tears fall, and Ruki leaned down to lick them, moaning at the taste.
His lips curled into a grin when he felt a hand between his legs, cupping the bulge in his trousers, and he spread his feet apart so Reita had easier access. “Feel what you do to me? Feel how hard it makes me when you cry?”
Reita nodded, slipping his hand past Ruki’s waistband, burying his fingers in Ruki’s hair and pulling him further down, until their lips were almost touching. “I love it,” he whispered, before closing the distance between them, and whether Ruki was moaning at the taste of his tears on his lips or his hand on his dick, Reita didn’t care.
Day 23: Corset, Kai/Reita
Notes: Inspired by Reita's Rock and Read 073 photoshoot (and the Garish Room 30 behind the scenes photos)
“Alright, take a break!”
Reita bowed to the photographer and staff, carefully setting his hat down on a table and heading for the dressing room. He was thirsty, and he would definitely enjoy a moment to sit down and relax before they continued the shoot.
Except Kai apparently had other plans for him, as he followed Reita and locked the door behind them once they were alone in the room. “You look really good in that, you know.”
“Oh yeah? That good?” Reita said, pointedly lowering his gaze, raising an eyebrow at the suspicious way Kai’s jeans were bulging in the front.
“The corset really accentuates your figure,” Kai said and hummed, slowly running his hands down Reita’s torso, starting at his shoulders and moving over his chest. “Your broad shoulders, your toned pecs, your small waist.” He gripped Reita’s waist tightly, pulling him closer, and Reita reached up with a hand on Kai’s upper arm to balance himself, grateful for the foundation concealing his heated cheeks.
“You like my hourglass figure?” Reita asked, licking his lips innocently, but the way his lips curled spoke of something entirely different than innocence, and he didn’t protest when Kai turned him around, pushing him in the direction of the couch.
“You know I do. Bend over and grip the couch, I’ll get the lube for you.”
“You know I have to continue shooting soon, right? You better not mess up my costume, or staff is going to kill you,” Reita said, though he did as Kai commanded, hands on the back of the couch as he bent as much as he could, swaying his hips teasingly and grinning as Kai smacked his ass.
“Then you better watch your dick, wouldn’t want any cum on that shirt,” Kai said, handing the lube to Reita, who slicked up his fingers while Kai pulled his trousers and underwear down. Once his ass was bare, Reita spread his legs as much as he could, reaching back to push two fingers into himself with a low groan. “Damn, you’re not wasting any time, are you?”
“Like I said, I have a photoshoot to get back to,” Reita mumbled, groaning at how good his fingers felt, taking his time playing with his prostate. Kai had a head start on him, Reita typically made a habit of not having a boner during shoots, but it wasn’t long before he caught up to Kai. He heard the sounds of a zipper and turned so he could look over his shoulder, grinning at the sight of Kai rolling a condom on, spreading his fingers inside himself.
“Done with that?” Kai asked, and Reita nodded, letting Kai take the lube from him, shifting so he was gripping the couch properly. By the time Kai had lubed up, Reita was more than ready, and he pulled his fingers out of his ass and gripped his cock instead, giving it a few slow strokes from base to tip and back again.
“Go on, then, come fuck me,” Reita said, and Kai didn’t need to be asked twice. Reita groaned as Kai’s cock stretched him, fingers digging into the couch, resisting the urge to bite his lip and risk smudging the makeup. He arched his back, pushing back against Kai, who moaned and gave his ass another slap.
“You have no idea how hot this view is,” Kai said, sounding breathless already, and he wiped his hands clean of the lube, running them over Reita’s hips, letting them rest in the dip of Reita’s waist. “If only the stylist had laced this a little tighter, I could have gripped you with one hand and fucked you on my dick.”
“Pretty sure this corset isn’t made for waist training, Kai. I don’t think you could lace it much tighter than this.” Reita said and chuckled, stroking his cock lazily, letting himself adjust to the feeling of Kai inside him. “But if we look online, I’m sure there are lots of sturdier alternatives.”
“Naughty,” Kai said and grinned, starting to rock his hips, fucking Reita with shallow thrusts. He would definitely consider that, now that he’d discovered he had a thing for Reita in corsets. It certainly made fucking him hotter, he realised as he leaned forwards, using his grip on Reita’s waist to pull him back to meet his thrusts. Reita felt tighter, both around his dick and under his palms, and even if that was just the placebo effect, it had him working towards his climax faster than normal.
Reita was grateful for his muscles for more than aesthetic reasons when Kai’s hips sped up, it took a considerable amount of strength to hold himself up with one arm, but he didn’t want to stop stroking himself, not when he was getting close. Kai was more eager than normal, and Reita thoroughly enjoyed being the reason, the knowledge that he could still excite Kai with his body, even after years together.
Kai groaned like he normally did when he was close, and Reita’s hand sped up on his cock. The chains hanging from his trousers clinked as Kai moved them, his own hips slamming forward every time he pulled Reita back. Before long, Reita was cumming, angling his dick and doing his best not to stain his costume, stroking himself through it. A few thrusts later and Kai stilled inside him, moaning and gripping the couch so he wouldn’t lean his weight on Reita.
They caught their breath, and Kai pulled out, tossing the condom in a bin and burying it under some tissues, moving over to clean Reita. “They’re probably expecting you back out there soon,” he said, doing his best not to mess up any of the stylist’s work as he pulled Reita’s trousers back up, tucking him in gently.
“Or they heard us and went for a lunch break, who cares. I need a bottle of water and at least five minutes before I’m ready again,” Reita said, groaning as he stretched his back.
“Fine, five more minutes. And while you’re finishing your shoot, I’ll go on my laptop and start browsing for corsets.”
“That sounds like a great plan,” Reita said and grinned, dropping down on the couch and reaching for his water.
Day 24: Begging, Uruha/Reita
They were only an hour into the meeting when Uruha’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and he discreetly pulled it out under the table, glancing down at the display.
I need to go.
When Uruha looked up at Reita, he was biting his lip, sending him a pleading look. Uruha looked around at the other members, Ruki was explaining something to a staff member, Kai and Aoi were paying attention to the conversation, and nobody seemed to notice that he and Reita were on their phones. Excellent.
Is that how you ask for what you want?
Reita had a lot of practice hiding his reactions in public, but in turn, Uruha had even more practice reading his subtle cues. Reita’s tongue darted out between his lips and he stared intently at his screen, and while he hadn’t heard it, he knew Reita had taken a deep breath when he read the message. His eyes scanned the screen a few more times, before his fingers started moving over the screen, and Uruha leaned back in his chair, waiting for the reply.
I’m sorry, Uruha, may I please go?
Uruha’s lips stretched into a grin, and he quickly typed a message back.
That’s better. No, you can hold it until lunch break.
Reita squirmed in his spot, nodding his understanding and slipping his phone back in his pocket, but Uruha wasn’t satisfied. He stretched his leg out and found Reita’s under the table, using his foot to nudge Reita’s legs apart. Reita bit his lips and spread his legs, almost looking like he was going to pout, and Uruha shook his head at him. He should know better than thinking Uruha would let him get away with clenching like that.
“Here, Reita-san, your coffee.”
Reita tore his gaze away from Uruha to look up in bewilderment at the staff member, brows furrowing as he looked between him and the cup he’d just placed on the table in front of Reita. “There must be a mistake, I didn’t-” Reita started to say, but Uruha cut him off.
“Oh, I asked him to get it for you. I know it’s not the same as the fancy stuff you have at home, but it’s going to be a long meeting.” Reita glared at him for a second, before his expression softened. After all, nobody else in the room knew what Uruha really meant by that.
“Thank you,” Reita said, bowing his head to the staff member before lifting the cup to his lips, taking a sip of the hot coffee and glaring at Uruha over the rim of his cup.
“You’re welcome.” Before long, the caffeine would make the pressure on Reita’s bladder even more prominent, and Uruha greatly looked forward to watching Reita desperately try to conceal his need from their bandmates and the staff members present. It was a nice appetiser, especially since he had a while to wait before they could get to the main course. For now, he’d just enjoy the knowledge of Reita’s pain and refocus his attention on the meeting, especially now that they seemed to move on to the interesting parts.
Uruha was surprised that Reita had not only finished his coffee, but even drank half a bottle of water before lunch. The other members were quick to get up, though no one said anything when Reita and Uruha remained in their seats. They probably figured they didn’t want to make a line for the restroom, which honestly sounded like as good an excuse as any, and when the room emptied and Reita sent him a pleading look, Uruha shook his head. “Uruha, please, it hurts.”
“Nah, we’ll wait until the others return and there’s no queue.”
“Please,” Reita said, his voice nearly a whimper, and Uruha laughed at how pathetic he sounded.
“We both know you like it. In fact, I won’t be at all surprised if you’re pissing with a boner later.”
“Sadist,” Reita mumbled, and Uruha shrugged. It wasn’t even so much that he enjoyed Reita’s pain, he just liked seeing him desperate, begging for relief, and the feeling of power he had over him. Still, if Reita really wanted to, he could get up and go pee, and Uruha wouldn’t stop him by force. That element especially delighted Uruha.
The other members returned one by one, and Uruha struck up idle conversation with them when they did, until Ruki looked up at the clock, raising an eyebrow at Reita. “If you want to use the toilet before we start back up, you should go now.”
Uruha spoke up before Reita had time to answer, getting up and heading for the door. “Right, thank you for reminding me,” he said on the way, sending Ruki a grateful look, as if he really hadn’t thought of it before then. He was halfway down the hall when Reita gripped his arm.
“Bastard.”
“You know, I don’t recall giving you permission to come with me.”
“Then punish me,” Reita said quietly, and Uruha just grinned. The restroom was thankfully big enough for the both of them, and Uruha locked the door behind them once they were both inside, pleased when he turned around and Reita hadn’t pulled his dick out, hadn’t even unzipped his jeans.
“You act like a victim, but at the same time, you want me to keep dragging it out,” Uruha said as he opened his own pants, just enough to get his dick out, ignoring the fact that he wasn’t entirely flaccid, himself.
“Yeah, well,” Reita said, turning his head and staring intently at the wall, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. Uruha started to go, and the sound of it made Reita wince, rubbing his thighs together. “You know I like it.”
“I do,” Uruha said, sighing in relief as he finally got to empty his bladder. Just watching all the liquid Reita had forced down in the past few hours would have been enough to make his own need pressing. He could hardly imagine how Reita felt, especially with how close he was standing to the toilet. “Makes me want to keep denying you.”
“No, please,” Reita said, snapping his head up and uncrossing his arms, desperate eyes fixed on Uruha’s. “Please, Uruha, I can’t take another hour.”
Uruha groaned at how quickly the fight went out of Reita, shaking off his dick and tucking himself back in, stepping back and regarding Reita for a moment. “Then earn it.”
“Uruha, please, I want to piss,” Reita said, his voice rising to a whine, and he gripped his crotch, obviously struggling for a moment, before regaining control. “Please, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything you want, just please let me fucking piss.”
“Hmm, maybe,” Uruha said, pretending to think it over, and that seemed to do the trick. Reita bit his lip and nearly sobbed, eyes wet, and this time when he squirmed, Uruha suspected it was for more than one reason.
“I’m dying here, don’t make me go back with a full bladder, Uruha, please.”
“Do it.” As soon as the words left Uruha’s mouth, Reita unzipped, barely getting his dick out and aiming properly before he groaned in relief, a steady stream of piss hitting the toilet bowl. Uruha washed his hands and grabbed a paper towel to dry off, and by the time he was done with that, Reita was still going. “Mm, you were full,” Uruha mumbled, leaning against Reita’s back, one arm curling around his torso as he bent down to kiss his neck. “Surprised you held it that well, not to mention drinking all that water earlier.”
“I wanted to be genuinely desperate,” Reita said, smiling and tipping his head to the side, leaning back against Uruha as he adjusted himself. “Exaggerating doesn’t work the same way, you know that.”
“Well, now you’ll have to suffer with a boner for the rest of the meeting, instead of a full bladder. Oh, and you said you’d do anything I wanted, so you’re coming home with me tonight.” Uruha kissed Reita’s temple, and Reita’s smile widened, only pulling away so he could wash his hands as well.
“That’s what’s really going to make it hard to sit through the rest of this meeting.”
“Well, hurry up, then. The sooner we get back, the sooner we can finish up.”
Reita winked at Uruha as he unlocked the door. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing.”
Day 25: Monsterfucking, Venom/Reita
Notes: This is based off the 2018 Venom movie, so I just want to note before anyone comes for my head that I have not read any Venom comics. If I contradict canon, I'm sorry!
“We really need to try to keep a low profile,” Reita said as he shut the door behind him, kicking his shoes off and setting the bag of groceries on the counter.
“We are,” answered the gruff voice in his head, and Reita rolled his eyes.
“I can’t talk to you when we’re in the store, alright? If I go around talking to myself, best case scenario, people will think I’m crazy. Worst case scenario, they’ll connect the dots.” Reita started putting the groceries in the fridge, moving slowly, still tired from the night’s events.
“But you’re not talking to yourself.”
“Other people don’t know that, and they’re not supposed to. That’s what keeping a low profile means. We need to be so unremarkable that people don’t remember us at the end of the day,” Reita said, frowning when his arm stopped halfway between the fridge and the bag, holding a microwaveable meal in his hand. “Now what?”
“Hungry,” Venom said, lifting the plastic container to Reita’s mouth, who reached up with his other hand to grip his arm, covered in a black sludge, almost like a second skin.
“We need to heat that first! It’ll only take five minutes, just let me,” Reita grunted, struggling to hold his own arm back. “Come on, man, I can’t eat this shit cold. You like a healthy host, right?”
The resistance disappeared so abruptly, Reita almost lost his balance, gripping the counter to keep from falling over. “We do want you healthy.”
“Yeah, well, let me heat this, then,” Reita grumbled, taking the outer film off the container and sliding it in the microwave, setting the timer and leaning against the counter. “It’s like you’re trying to give me food poisoning.”
“Don’t be such a baby. Our metabolism is great. We just ate three raw human heads earlier, bones and all.”
“And still you’re hungry,” Reita said and shook his head, moving to grab a bottle of water, taking a few gulps. “Maybe it won’t make me sick, but eating cold food isn’t pleasant, alright?” The microwave beeped to signal it was done, and Reita grabbed the container, removing the lid and grabbing a pair of chopsticks and his water bottle, plopping down on the couch with a sigh. He turned on the TV, switching to the news station, wincing at the report.
“- and while the creature known as Venom has certainly aided the police in the apprehension of dangerous criminals, locals are wondering if it’s worth the price paid in damages to the city’s infrastructure, not to mention personal property.”
“Dude, we really need to be more careful. Look at that,” Reita said, gesturing to the footage of smashed cars and window panes, leaning back in his seat and starting to eat.
“We got the bad people. Isn’t that what we wanted?”
“We want to get the bad people without hurting good people. I really hope insurance covers destruction by symbiote,” Reita said, before continuing to eat. He was starting to feel the hunger as well.
“We were very careful not to hurt anyone,” Venom started, but Reita cut him off.
“Hurting someone doesn’t require physically harming them! Some people are reliant on their cars to get to work, and buying a new one isn’t cheap.”
“Reita-”
“No, shut up and listen,” Reita yelled, swallowing down his mouthful. “We’re not going to hurt civilians, and we’re not going to destroy shit unless it could be used to hurt people, or there’s no way to avoid it, is that clear?”
Black tendrils extended from Reita’s shoulder, slithering and shaping into a face, with huge, white eyes, and two rows of sharp, deadly teeth. “You like being bossy?” Venom asked, and Reita sighed and scooped some more food into his mouth, chewing for a moment, thinking of how to word himself.
“Actually, I don’t. I just have to be firm with you so you’ll realise I’m being serious. No unnecessary destroying. That’s final.”
“We both know you prefer following orders to giving them,” Venom said, and Reita furrowed his brows.
“Well, yeah, of course. You’re in my head, you know everythi-” Reita started, but was cut off when he felt something curl around his dick, taking him by surprise and drawing a gasp from his lips. “What are you doing?”
“You’ve had a stressful night,” Venom said, grin widening when Reita tipped his head back and moaned. He was still wearing clothes, and there wasn’t much room for movement, but the tendril curled around his dick shifted up and down his shaft, stroking him slowly. “You don’t have to be in control. Just relax, stop giving orders.”
Before Reita had time to say anything, Venom’s long tongue was lapping at his lips, and he parted them obediently, sucking on the tip of it. The stimulation to his cock made it hard to concentrate, however, the tendrils stroking his shaft making him moan breathlessly, struggling to stay coherent. As Venom’s mouth gently pressed against his, he reached for the remote, turning the TV back off and putting his food down. “Bedroom?” he asked once Venom pulled away, flicking its tongue against his neck.
“Is that a command or a question?”
“A request?” Reita raised an eyebrow at Venom, sighing in part relief, part disappointment when the touch on his dick disappeared, Venom grinning at him.
“Better. Yes, bedroom, now.” Reita nodded, getting up and leaving his food on the low table, he could come back for it later. So much for not eating it cold.
In the weeks since his and Venom’s bonding, they had spent a good amount of time adjusting to being together. At first it was weird never being alone, never having a quiet moment with your own thoughts, but what had worried him the most initially had been masturbation. How was he going to get off if he was never alone? He had quickly learned that when Venom explained it knew everything about him, it meant everything, including his worries regarding sexual gratification. The first time he had gotten a boner while awake, Venom had taken care of it before Reita even had a chance to worry about doing anything about it himself.
It turned out that Venom not only knew that unresolved boners were an issue both socially and physically and orgasms were healthy for the human body, it also enjoyed making Reita cum. It had felt a bit weird the first few times, but as Reita slowly started to adjust to the concept of being sexual with Venom, they had moved on to more than just the symbiote equivalent of handjobs. Venom had access to everything in Reita’s brain, every memory, every fleeting thought, including Reita’s kinks and desires. And while sometimes it frustrated and embarrassed Reita that he couldn’t keep anything secret or personal anymore, sometimes it was really, really practical.
“On the bed, Reita,” Venom said, and as Reita nodded and crawled up on the mattress, Venom slid off his clothes, several long tentacles extending from his body and pushing his clothes out of the way carefully, tossing the duvet aside before letting Reita get on all fours on the bed. “Ass up.”
Reita moaned when one of the tentacles slapped his ass, raising his hips even higher, spreading his knees apart to give Venom more room to work with. “Fuck,” he mumbled when a slick tonge licked his cleft, craning his neck to look over his shoulder, a bit disappointed to only see Venom’s head extending from his body. “More.”
Whether Venom knew what he wanted from experience or by being in his head, he wasn’t sure, but dark tendrils shot from his body, materialising in the shape of Venom as they usually appeared when paired, with arms and legs and a mouth that grinned at Reita. “You want a physical partner?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Reita mumbled, not bothering to mention that he enjoyed having someone above him, even if they were still connected in several places along his back and legs. Venom needed a host, but it could still take physical form outside his body as long as they didn’t break apart entirely.
“Say “please”.” Reita was about to respond, but then Venom’s long tongue pressed inside his ass, just the first few centimetres, but enough to make him moan.
“Please,” he said, panting softly and gripping the sheets as that tongue moved inside him, gently easing him open. Venom stretched out a hand, rummaged through the drawers, quickly finding the lube and pulling it back. Reita was tired of stretching his neck at such an awkward angle, hanging his head and closing his eyes, trusting Venom to take care of the rest. “Please, fuck me.”
“Isn’t it easier to just obey?” Venom sounded smug, but Reita didn’t mind. He found it easier to relax with Venom than any of his previous sexual partners. Like being with someone who already knew everything about you made it less scary to be open and honest, like he had nothing to be ashamed of, because Venom already knew, and didn’t judge him for what he liked. Venom knew his darkest fantasies, his most fucked up desires, and didn’t tease him for them, even tried to fulfil some of them. It was no wonder he was so comfortable in their moments together.
Venom uncapped the lube, and soon enough its tongue slipped out of Reita’s ass, only to be replaced by a slim, slick tentacle, slowly pushing into him. Reita moaned and gripped the sheets, pushing back against the intrusion, gasping at how deep into him it reached before stopping. More lube was drizzled down his cleft, and then the tentacle started moving, pulling out a bit before thrusting back in, moving at a gentle pace to start with.
More sounds of lube being smeared filled the room, and then something wrapped around Reita’s cock, curling around his shaft and starting to stroke. Now that he wasn’t wearing underwear, the movements were less strained, less careful, and it didn’t take long before Reita was rocking his hips between the tentacle in his ass and the one stroking his cock. Venom leaned over him, arms on either side of Reita’s head, tongue teasing his neck as it slowly worked him open.
As Reita’s ass adjusted to the stretch, the size slowly increased. With every thrust into his body, the damned thing grew, until Reita was panting and squirming, the girth of it more than any of his previous partners, thicker than his fist, even. The sheer size had Reita leaking precum, rocking back to meet Venom’s thrusts, loving how wide he was being stretched. He lowered his upper body further, pleased when Venom took the hint and fucked him deeper, though seeming to have settled on the size for now.
A slim tendril flicked the slit of Reita’s cock, slick with lube, and Reita whimpered softly as he realised what Venom was planning. The tip fucked his urethra for a moment, shallow thrusts of it while the tentacle in his ass and the one wrapped around his shaft continued their unrelenting stimulation. It was almost too much when it slid deeper, fully penetrating his dick, and Reita’s moans grew desperate as the pleasure overwhelmed him, leaving him unable to move or speak. He could do nothing more than hold himself up and moan, letting Venom take care of his needs, send waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
The tentacle in his ass curled ever so slightly, rubbing over Reita’s prostate, and he nearly cried out. It didn’t take long before he was practically begging, and Venom leaned down until its head was next to Reita’s ear, fucking him deep and hitting his prostate with every thrust. “Cum.”
That was a command Reita was more than willing to obey, and with a few more thrusts, a few more strokes to his cock, he was cumming hard, the tendril in his cock pulling out as he spattered the sheets with his cum. Venom held him up, milked him through it, until Reita was so sensitive he whined, almost collapsing against the sheets. He was slowly lowered to lie down on his stomach, whimpering as the tentacle in his ass pulled out, his stretched hole fluttering, empty and still slick with lube.
He heard something stretch, and the next thing he knew, the water bottle was in his hand, Venom once again retracting into his body, needing to recover as well. “Thanks,” Reita mumbled, downing the rest of the water.
“You’re welcome.”
“Fine, you’re right, I prefer being given commands to being the one giving them.” Reita got up to take the empty bottle to the kitchen, before heading to the bathroom to clean off. “But if this is going to work, you still need to play by my rules. I meant what I said, and the sooner you accept that that’s how it’s going to be, the better.”
“Fine,” Venom said, stretching out to grab the soap as Reita got in the shower, helping him clean off. “We’ll try to cause less damage.”
“That’s all I ask,” Reita said, smiling as he turned on the water. “And thank you for being so good to me.”
“The moans and whimpers you make when your brain is clouded with pleasure are delicious.”
Reita bit his lip and blushed, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.