Kinktober 2020 drabbles, days 1-9

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Title: Kinktober 2020
Chapter: drabble list
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairings: various, check each listing
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, AU - vampires, barebacking, blood drinking, light masochism, master/slave, dubious consent, oviposition, anal play, tentacles, teratophilia, masturbation, urethral play, humiliation, oral, fluids, exhibitionism, public sex, frottage, cnc, urolagnia, golden shower, humiliation, medical play, needle play, bondage, held down, CNC, machines, fear play, edgeplay, premature ejaculation, hair pulling, handjob, semi-public setting, creampie, barebacking, anal, rimming, cuckolding, chastity play, light bondage, noncon, angst, gore, blood, skullfucking, bondage, graphic sexual violence, sadism
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: various
Comment: A collection of drabbles for Kinktober 2020, listed by pairing and prompt. 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.

Here you'll find days 1-9 of the prompt fills.


Day 1: Master/Slave, Ruki/Aoi

Aoi was grabbing the handle before the doorbell ever rang. He couldn't explain how, but he had known Ruki was coming, like something in his heart told him he was near. It felt almost like a piece of him was returning, a piece that had been missing, and the joy he felt when he opened the door to see Ruki standing outside it, ready to ring the bell, was indescribable. "Come in."

He stepped aside, and Ruki entered, handing his coat to Aoi and taking his shoes off in the hallway. "Miss me?"

"Always, Master," Aoi said, hanging up Ruki's coat and smiling to himself. "Can I get you anything?"

He gasped when the air shifted around him, and he automatically closed his eyes and tipped his head to the side, baring his throat to Ruki. Ruki, now behind him, leaned in until his voice sounded next to Aoi's ear, low and enticing. "You know what I'm here for."

"I'm yours."

"Yes, you are." Ruki's lips trailed along Aoi's throat, from his jaw down to his shoulder, his hands resting on his hips. "So take your clothes off, get the lube, and meet me in the living room."

With that, he was gone, and Aoi waited a second before he opened his eyes again. He shed his shirt on his way to the bedroom, leaving it on the bed along with his sweatpants and his boxers, barely remembering to grab the lube. It had been far too long since he'd seen Ruki for his tastes, even though he knew it had only been a couple of weeks.

Being enslaved to a vampire came with its perks, like aging slowly and needing less sleep than most people, but it also had some drawbacks. For Aoi, the worst was how much he missed Ruki when he wasn't around. Ever since he'd tasted the very first drop of Ruki's blood, he wanted to be around him all the time. It was the strongest love he'd ever felt, and while some rational part of him knew it was probably caused by the blood bond they shared, Aoi couldn't bring himself to care. Not when just the sight of Ruki gave him a rush like nothing he'd ever experienced before.

Ruki was already sitting on the couch when Aoi returned, leaned back against the seat with an air of authority that drew him in, made him want to throw himself at his feet. He lifted his hand, beckoned Aoi over, and he wouldn't have been able to disobey if he wanted to. "Where tonight, Master?"

"Thigh, to start with." Aoi nodded, straddling Ruki's lap, wishing his heart would stop beating so fast. With his heightened senses, Ruki could probably hear it, and Aoi wondered idly if his increased pulse affected Ruki's hunger in any way. He kind of hoped it did.

He rested most of his weight on one knee, raising his other leg and planting his foot on the couch, fluttering his fingers along his inner thigh where he figured his pulse was strongest. "Please bite me," he said, smiling when Ruki's hand settled on his hip, the other gripping his leg from the underside and pulling it closer.

"Prep yourself while I do." Aoi nodded, squirting some lube in his hand and reaching back, pushing a finger into himself without preamble. Ruki had leaned in to nuzzle his thigh, lips parting and pressing against his skin, and he almost thought he could hear a soft sigh before Ruki's eyes closed. His fangs extended to their full length, and Aoi gritted his teeth to brace himself, crying out from the pain of Ruki's bite.

His free hand gripped the couch, fingers digging into the black leather while he tried to even out his breathing, choking down his whimpers. Ruki's mouth closed over the wound, and when he started to suck, the pain was forgotten. Since being fed on never hurt for long, Aoi suspected vampire saliva had some sort of stimulating properties. Besides, either Aoi had a kink for being bitten, or something Ruki did gave him a boner every single time.

Tonight was no different, Aoi realised as his dick jutted up proudly, already leaking precum. He could shove two fingers into his ass now, and he felt almost like he was floating on clouds, high on the rush and whatever Ruki was doing to him. Maybe it was their bond, maybe it was Ruki's spit, or maybe he had a way of spellbinding him without Aoi even noticing. He couldn't bring himself to care, as long as it felt as good as it did.

Ruki detached his mouth from the wound before long, licking the two small punctures on Aoi's thigh while blood still came to the surface, lazy laps of his tongue while he looked up to meet his eyes. Ruki's irises had turned red, matching the colour of the stains on his lips, and Aoi let out a low moan at the gorgeous view. "Ready for me yet?" Ruki raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the couch, reaching between them to fumble with his belt.

"Let me ride you, Master," Aoi said, shifting so he wasn't in Ruki's way, waiting until he pushed his trousers and underwear down before gripping his cock, smearing the leftover lube over him. "Please, I want to make you feel good."

Ruki just watched while Aoi stroked him, sharp gaze roaming over his body, tongue touching one fang tentatively. "Go on." Aoi obeyed without a moment's hesitance, readjusting his hips and sinking down on Ruki's cock, moaning like he hadn't been fucked in years. His body was so high on dopamine and adrenaline that he didn't even need to pause, he just raised his ass and lowered it again, taking Ruki to the hilt each time. "Good boy."

The praise made Aoi smile, and he let his head fall back and his eyes slide shut, just focusing on the feeling of Ruki filling him over and over. He rested his hands on Ruki's shoulders, using the grip as leverage, fucking himself on his cock with practiced movements. He knew from experience his thighs would be sore in the morning, but he could never stop himself from giving it his all, exerting himself with the need to please Ruki. Anything to keep him satisfied, make him want to come back.

With Ruki, it was never a given. He didn't have his address, his email, his number, truthfully, he didn't even know if Ruki had a phone. The only warning he got was the butterflies in his stomach during the day that meant he was due for a visit after sunset. By now, he had figured Ruki would probably come back, but it wasn't a guarantee. Ruki never waited more than a month between visits, but that only meant that the closer to thirty days he got, the more nervous Aoi became.

So when Ruki moaned, a low rumble from deep in his throat, Aoi could have sworn his heart did a somersault in his chest, a gleeful smile stretching his lips. He clenched around Ruki on purpose, taking him with precise movements, moving in perfect rhythm. He would never admit to practicing with a dildo when Ruki wasn't around, but somehow, he had a feeling he knew.

His efforts were rewarded when Ruki's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging his head to the side and baring his neck. Ruki's fangs dug into his skin at the same time as his cock throbbed inside him, and Aoi let out a series of moans bordering on whines, grinding as much as he could with Ruki's tight grip. Ruki's dick was filling his ass with cum, and his mouth was sucking on his neck, drinking his blood hungrily.

"I love you, Master," Aoi whispered, biting his lip immediately afterwards. He sometimes blurted it out without meaning to, knowing it was the truth, but feeling pathetic for admitting to it. He shouldn't be in love with someone he saw for an hour at a time once every fortnight or two, yet here he was. Ruki growled against his neck, his nails digging into Aoi's ass, and he let go with a quiet sob, spilling his release between them. His hips moved on their own, trying to rub Ruki's cock against his prostate, milking them both of their orgasms as best he could, given their position.

When Ruki pulled away, before Aoi had even recovered from his climax, he brought his hand up to his mouth, eyes locking on Aoi's as he dug his teeth into his wrist, tearing the skin. Aoi was quick to latch on to the offered arm, humming as Ruki's blood filled his mouth, gulping down eagerly. Warmth spread through his body, like he could feel Ruki pulsing through his veins, and another string of cum dripped from his flaccid dick.

"That's enough." For a moment, Aoi was torn between his compulsion to obey and his need for more, hurriedly sucking even harder, until Ruki gave a yank on his hair, successfully making him pull back. He panted heavily, rolling off Ruki and nearly collapsing on the couch, moving with about as much grace as if he were wasted.

As soon as he'd gotten his trousers back on, Ruki was up, heading for the hallway before Aoi had time to catch his breath. "Good night," he managed to whisper, barely catching the tip of Ruki's head, and then he was gone.


Day 2: Oviposition, Kraken/Reita, Aoi/Reita

Notes: This part is a sequel to Lured, but you don't need to read it in order to enjoy this. Based on several conversations with my dear friend, sirens_fang, and the following artwork of hers: [NSFW+tentacles]

Reita was glad he'd woken up alone. For the first time in longer than he could remember, his rest hadn't been crudely interrupted, he had merely slept until his body was satisfied and decided to wake up of its own accord. The sun was high in the sky, he had gotten a full night's rest, and despite it all, he didn't want to get up.

It only took him a minute of fumbling to get his hands untied, even without his dagger, now that he'd been left unsupervised. A quick dip in the lagoon later, and he felt like some of his dignity had returned. Sure, he was still mostly naked, shirt hanging off his shoulders in tatters, held somewhat in place by his harness, but at least he wasn't tied up and covered in cum. It made a difference.

Just as he'd started considering looking for something to eat, the water splashed just beyond the bank, and Aoi swam up on the shallows. "Good morning, Captain. Sleep well?"

Reita took a deep breath, not exactly overjoyed at seeing Aoi again so soon. He was still processing the night before, though perhaps not having time to overthink was a blessing in disguise. "Yes, actually."

"I'm not surprised, you seemed pretty exhausted. You didn't even notice me rolling you over so I could leave." Reita turned away when he realised he was blushing, though even without seeing it, he knew Aoi was grinning. "Hungry?"

Aoi tossed him a bundle wrapped in leaves, and Reita caught it in his hands, frowning at how wet it was. It wasn't that he was surprised it was wet, he just didn't know how to feel about it being presented to him as food. "Seaweed?"

"Breakfast. A light meal, to encourage physical activity."

Reita paused midway through a mouthful, glancing at Aoi and swallowing. "Straight to the point, I see. You have an impressive appetite."

Aoi laughed at that, splashing some water on Reita with his tail. "Don't be disappointed, now, but I'm not actually the one you'll be mating with today, Captain."

"What?" Reita's eyes widened, and he crawled further away from Aoi and the water, though he brought the seaweed with him. "Explain yourself." He hadn't even adjusted to the thought of being sexual with Aoi on a regular basis yet, now he was going to offer Reita up to others?

"Your capture came at, well, let's call it an opportune moment." Aoi was still watching him, but he made no move to come closer, so Reita munched on some more seaweed. He may be wary, but he was still hungry. "You see, my friend is in spawning season, and even though we've never had a mate around, she gets so cranky when she doesn't have somewhere to lay her eggs."

Reita nearly choked on his mouthful, swallowing quickly and furrowing his brows. "You want me to fertilize someone's eggs? I'm not sure it works that way."

Aoi tossed his head back and laughed, sending a chill running down Reita's spine. "You're not listening, Captain. She's going to lay her eggs regardless, whether or not they're fertile is irrelevant. She just wants somewhere to put them."

"Who's your 'friend'?" Reita whispered, already fearing he knew the answer.

"The Kraken." Reita nodded slowly, hating how smug Aoi's smile grew at his silence. "Ah, so you've heard about her?"

"Didn't know it was a 'she', or that she even lay eggs. Are there multiple?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I've only ever seen the one, and she's older than I am. But she has spawning seasons, even without a mate, so I sort of assumed."

"And you want me to be her incubator?"

"Oh, no, your body isn't designed for that. I'm sure the eggs will come right back out again, but it does improve her mood to have a receptacle."

Reita got to his feet once he'd finished his food, shaking his head and looking out towards the open sea. At this point, nothing sounded too weird to be true, if this wasn't still just some fever dream. He'd heard the tales of The Kraken, of ships torn in pieces with no evidence that cannonballs had been fired at all. They'd always considered it the sea collecting her debt, but it seemed even the wildest stories had some kernel of truth to them.

Provided, of course, Aoi wasn't just messing with him to get in his head. "So how big is she?"

Aoi smiled, nodding his head towards the bank furthest out. "Come and see." With that, he swam out of the lagoon and back into the depths, disappearing entirely.

Reita hoped Aoi didn't expect him to follow, because he really didn't want to have to hold his breath underwater. Still, he walked over to the shore, carefully studying the water for any shapes or ripples in the surface. Part of him was nervous, naturally, but another part of him was curious, perhaps morbidly so. "Aoi?"

Mere seconds later, a large tentacle shot out of the water, and Reita stumbled from sheer shock. It was huge, and it rose higher while Reita watched, soon followed by more like it. They looked like octopus arms, but there were so many, Reita couldn't even count them all. Aoi breached the surface, then, grinning as he looked first at the tentacles, then at Reita. "Brace yourself, Captain. She's getting impatient."

Reita gave a quick nod, unable to take his eyes off the arms, twisting and twirling before him. Another shot out of the water close to him, swishing through the air and curling around his waist, and Reita barely had time to gasp before he was lifted into the air like he weighed nothing. The arm was wet, and a little slippery, and it was nearly impossible to get a grip on it with his hands, but the suction cups and the pressure ensured Reita stayed in place, even though his feet were dangling in free air.

It was the most surreal thing he had ever experienced. There he was, suspended in mid-air above water, with a tentacle curled around his body, holding him snugly, but not so tightly that he struggled to breathe. In fact, it was relatively comfortable, and when a few smaller tentacles curled around his arms, raising them above him, Reita didn't resist. "Is this safe?"

Aoi, bobbing in the water not far away, shrugged his shoulders. "It's hard to say for sure. She's never mated with a human before as far as I know. But I told her not to kill you, and it looks like she's restraining herself."

Reita gritted his teeth against a reply. He didn't feel the least bit reassured, though he had to admit, nothing so far was hurting him. In fact, the next tentacles were even gentler than the others, curling around his thighs and raising them, spreading his legs, but stroking them at the same time. Between the warmth and the contact provided, Reita could even enjoy it, once he relaxed a little.

He didn't need to strain to hold himself up. The Kraken took care of everything for him, and he could just lean back and enjoy while more, slimmer tentacles slithered along his body. They rubbed and stroked, two going straight for his nipples, curling around them, and Reita bit his lip to keep from moaning.

"Just enjoy yourself, Captain. She's a surprisingly considerate lover." Aoi sounded smug again, and Reita would have glared at him, but something was rising out of the water, something resembling a giant head. An eye larger than Reita himself breached the surface, blinking at him, and he felt more exposed than he ever had before.

A thin tendril curled around his dick, and Reita couldn't hold back anymore. A shaky moan left his parted lips, and he would have arched his back if he could. He felt like he was being touched all over, The Kraken's arms rubbing his body, covering him in a thin layer of some kind of slimy secretion, which in turn only made everything smoother, hotter. He didn't even resist when tentacles slipped into his ass, one after the other, slowly stretching his hole.

A tentacle cupped his cheek, cradling his face and stroking it gently, and Reita nuzzled it absent-mindedly. The constant pleasure was hard to ignore, clouding his senses and making it hard to pay attention, but he noticed when something thick pushed into his ass, replacing the tentacles that slipped out almost immediately.

He was fortunately slick, probably from her body, and it only hurt a little to be stretched so far. The tentacle curled around his dick was still moving, providing distracting stimulation, though Reita's brain wasn't too cloudy just yet to realise what was about to happen. Aoi was right, she wasn't wasting time, and when Reita felt a strange pressure against his rim, he gritted his teeth and groaned.

Something spherical was pushing into him, slowly, and Reita squirmed as the first of The Kraken's eggs passed its thickest point, slipping into his ass with relative ease. "How many?" he managed to say between gritted teeth, panting when he felt another one at his entrance.

"Ten, maybe? I've never seen her lay more than two dozen at once."

Reita whispered a curse, eyes fluttering almost closed as the second egg pushed past his rim, in turn pressing the first one deeper in. They were large, bigger than his fist, he estimated, and he wasn't sure how he would even fit five in there, let alone two dozen. "I'm going to burst."

Aoi laughed, the bastard, and Reita wanted to curse him out, but another egg was spreading him open, and he had to focus on breathing. The tentacles holding him up kept his legs parted and his arms raised, and there was nothing he could do to struggle or even move. At the same time, smaller tentacles still rubbed against his nipples, his thighs, his cock, just about anywhere they could fit. It kept him distracted, and when the very tip of a tentacle slipped into the slit of his dick, he didn't even protest.

There were so many sensations at once, most of which he'd never felt before, and it was all so overwhelming, he didn't even consider being ashamed. Aoi had told him to enjoy it, and Reita would, he had nothing left to lose. He considered his dignity a thing of the past at this point, and when a fourth egg pushed into him, soon followed by a fifth, Reita moaned openly.

Each new egg set off a chain reaction, pushing all the others deeper in, and he barely had time to catch his breath between each push. Five soon turned to six, then seven, and Reita squirmed in the tentacles that held him in place. The one around his dick hadn't stopped moving the entire time, and he was getting close to his orgasm at this point. One was still inside his dick, thrusting in and out gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

The eighth egg must have been the catalyst, because his thighs tensed and his balls drew up to his body as it settled inside him, and he nearly sobbed as his dick started throbbing. The tentacle retracted from his slit, and his cum gushed over his abdomen, coating the arm curled around his waist. The contracting of his muscles pulled the eggs deeper inside him, his ass clenching around the one that was trying to enter him, pushing it back out.

He yelped when the arms started moving, turning him over in the air, leaving him hanging upside down, staring at the water beneath him. Somehow, she didn't slip out, and with the help of gravity, the egg started stretching him once more. He was still a little hazy from his orgasm, and he was grateful for most of the tentacles retracting back into the water, leaving only the ones needed to hold him up. His nipples were still hard, and when Reita raised his head to look up, his stomach was bulging, large bumps visible under his skin where the eggs were nestled inside him.

The ninth egg popped into place, and Reita gasped, nearly going cross-eyed from how full he felt. Finally, she slipped out of his ass, and he sighed in relief, hoping it was really over. Sure, the orgasm had been amazing, and nothing had hurt, but it had been the weirdest morning of his life, and he was still hanging upside down in the air.

He was lowered to the beach gently, and he mumbled a "thank you" when she helped him find his balance on all fours, resting his knees and elbows in the wet sand. He could feel the eggs moving inside him, and he closed his eyes, biting his lip when he heard Aoi move up on the beach behind him. "Can you take them out now?"

"You're going to have to fix that yourself," Aoi said, his voice lower than it had been earlier, and Reita opened his eyes when he heard something squish. He glanced over his shoulder to see Aoi closing his fingers around his cocks, stroking himself while looking down at Reita. "But yes, she's satisfied. You did great."

Reita didn't have the energy to fight the blush that tinted his cheeks, but he allowed himself to whimper as he shifted his position so he could reach back, fingers dipping into his gaping hole and spreading himself out. His ass was slimy, slippery, and it took a few tries before he had a good grip, holding himself open as he started to tense. Being filled had been weird enough, having to push the eggs back out again was almost too much, though the alternative was worse.

"Oh, you should see this view." Aoi's hand was moving faster over his dicks, but Reita tried not to focus on it. He didn't want to get hard again.

It turned out the process was much faster in reverse. Once the first egg slipped out of him, landing in the sand with a wet squelch, the rest followed with relative ease, one after the other plopping out of him and landing between his spread legs. In fact, he lost count halfway through, just concentrating on remaining relaxed, letting his ass stretch around the spheres and flutter between them.

Even after he'd pushed all the eggs back out, he kept holding his ass open, clenching his muscles and tensing around thin air. It wasn't a complete waste, he realised a moment later when Aoi groaned behind him, resting one hand on his hip and leaning forwards. He came on Reita's ass, his thighs, and whatever didn't decorate his skin in thick streaks dripped into his hole, adding to how filthy he felt.

"You done?" Reita said after a minute, voice hoarse and body trembling slightly.

"Yeah, come on."

Reita slowly let go of his rim, though it didn't close entirely. This time, he would need to go for a swim right away, he was covered in slime and cum and who knows what from head to toe. For the time being, he decided to let Aoi partake in his suffering, curling up to him on the beach and rubbing as much of his body on him as he could.

"Was it that bad?" Aoi raised an eyebrow down at him, and Reita quickly looked away.

"No, I enjoyed it."

"You're settling nicely into your role already, Captain."

Reita bit his lip for a moment, thinking carefully through his words. "I didn't know pleasing you was going to feel this good every time."

"And to think," Aoi whispered, cradling Reita's head in his hands and kissing the top of it. "This is only the beginning."


Day 3: Tentacles, Aoi

Aoi looked over his protection runes one final time while he folded his clothes, leaving them on a chair. He had runes for soundproofing, for privacy, for locking the door, and of course, for safety, ensuring nothing could escape the basement. He refreshed them once in a while, but tonight, it seemed he was good to go.

He lit the candles surrounding the pentagram and stepped into the center of it, reciting the summoning incantation from memory. The markings lit up with a faint purple glow, and Aoi shifted his feet, making sure he was standing in the very middle. He wasn't interested in entering another realm, just bringing something briefly into this one.

The floor opened around him, a dark vortex surrounding his feet, and the first fleshy tendril appeared before him. "Good evening," Aoi said, giving a flirty smile at the tip that hovered in front of his face. "Full service tonight, yeah?"

He raised his hand, trailing the tips of his fingers along the tentacle, scratching underneath its head and smiling when the slit opened, oozing white liquid. It leaned closer, and he parted his lips, closing his eyes and taking it in his mouth. His hand closed around it, loving how it fit in his palm, and he stroked it lovingly, moaning when it started moving.

The precum tasted almost sweet, and he started bobbing his head in time with its movements. The creature was careful not to bump into his throat, but Aoi could easily have taken it deeper. It liked taking its time, and Aoi normally did, too, but he'd been hard for a while already, even before he fingered himself to prepare for the encounter, and he was ready for more.

Thus, when something brushed his ankle, Aoi spread his legs, humming appreciatively as it slithered up along the inside of his thigh. He reached back with his free hand to grip one ass cheek, pulling it to the side and leaning slightly forwards, exposing his hole. The tendril slipped into his ass easily, settling deep inside him, apparently having caught on to Aoi's impatience.

Another one nudged his arm, and Aoi let go of his ass, instead curling his fingers around the tendril, stroking it eagerly. Just as he'd started adjusting to being filled, he felt something wet against his slit, and he braced himself for what he knew was coming. The first few times he'd had his dick fucked, he'd been so surprised, he'd barely had time to enjoy it. Now, he just let himself bask in the feeling of his urethra stretching to accommodate the tendril that slid inside.

Being fucked like this felt amazing, and he moaned around his mouthful, relaxing his stance and trusting the creature to hold him up. His thighs were trembling already, and he knew he wouldn't last long, not with something thrusting into his hand, his mouth, his ass, and his dick at the same time. He rocked back and forth with the thrusts, muffled noises of pleasure filling the room, along with the slick sounds of sex.

The tendril in his ass brushed against his prostate every time, knowing just the right angle to drive him to the edge, mercilessly pounding into him. Every one of them was leaking precum, and Aoi felt deliciously dirty, taking something in every hole and enjoying it so much he could barely remember his name.

He came with a cry of pleasure, grateful for the tendril in his dick pulling out to allow free passage for his cum, letting it drip to the ground between his feet. The creature rode him through his orgasm, continuing its thrusts until Aoi whimpered softly, before it climaxed as well. It was just as intense every time, filling his mouth and ass with thick cum, the one in his hand twitching and leaking as well, spattering his face with its release.

The cum overflowed, pushing the tentacles out of him, and he sank to his knees, oozing cum and panting harshly. "Thanks," he said, grinning at how hoarse his voice sounded, and the tendrils did a little wiggle for him before retracting back into the void from whence they came. "Until next time."

Who needed sex toys when one could masturbate with a tentacle monster?


Day 4: Public Sex, Ruki/Kai

Notes: Do NOT do this at home, kids.

Taking the train at this hour was a horrible, terrible idea, Ruki thought to himself when the doors opened and even more people pushed their way inside the crowded car. He could live with not having a seat, even if they still had 30 minutes to go until they reached their station, but with everyone shuffling deeper in to make room for more passengers, they'd been pushed up against the wall.

Or, to be more precise, Kai had been pushed up against a wall. Ruki was being pushed against him, his chest flat against his back, and his crotch nestled against Kai's firm butt, though he was trying hard not to think about that. One of his arms was pressed against the wall in front of them, helping him keep his balance, the other lay curled around Kai's waist, resting on his hip.

"Everything alright?" he whispered when the train jerked into motion, managing somehow not to crush Kai, though his arm tightened around him momentarily.

Kai turned his head so Ruki would hear him better, speaking over his shoulder. "All things considered. Just, you know, grateful nobody can see my front right now."

Ruki's brows creased momentarily, and he looked around them subtly, trying not to move his head. They were both wearing masks and dark sunglasses, and he didn't think anyone would be able to read his expression, though he still tried to conceal his interest just in case. Kai had kept his voice low enough that nobody but Ruki should have heard him, but this was a risky situation to be in at all, no matter how cautious they were.

Ever since they'd realised they were both into fooling around in public, they'd started experimenting, seeing how bold they could be without getting caught. They hadn't tried trains so far, for obvious reasons, but Ruki realised if there was ever a time to give it a shot, it was now. The train was crowded, and nobody was even looking in their direction. Everyone was reading a book or scrolling on their phone, and Kai was right, his front was conveniently facing the wall between cars.

"Naughty," Ruki whispered, moving his hand slowly. His fingers trailed along Kai's hip, shifting to the front of his pants, and he grinned when he felt the bulge underneath his tight jeans. "You really shouldn't be turned on right now, you know." The announcements playing over the speakers drowned out Kai's soft sigh, but Ruki could feel it against his chest. He shifted slightly, pressing his hips harder against him, and the arm that had been resting against the wall moved to wrap around him.

He tried to move as naturally as he could, facing straight forward in case anyone happened to glance their way, his chin resting on Kai's shoulder. As much as he wanted to grind against Kai, he didn't want to take the risk, and he kept his hips as still as possible, though his hands shifted again. He cupped one of Kai's pecs in his palm, while his fingers trailed down his thigh, his touches teasing for the time being.

He scanned their surroundings once more, but nobody seemed suspicious, and Ruki felt a rush of excitement. They might be able to pull this off without drawing attention to themselves if only they were careful. With that in mind, Ruki took care not to move his shoulder when he shifted again, letting his fingers move to Kai's inner thigh. The change made Kai twitch, and Ruki stopped moving immediately, almost holding his breath. "Be still. You don't want anyone to know what a pervert you are, do you?"

Kai shook his head, and Ruki let another minute pass before he started moving again. His knuckles brushed Kai's crotch, and he closed his legs, clenching his thighs together. "We shouldn't be doing this here."

Ruki's lips parted beneath his mask, and he really hoped Kai could feel his dick pressing against his ass by now. They'd established code words and phrases they could use in public, mostly for slowing things down or finding an escape route, but the one Kai had just used was the one they'd agreed meant he wanted to cum. Kai just liked the illusion of a struggle, sometimes, and Ruki would be lying if he said it didn't make him rock hard.

"No, but we will, and you will enjoy it," he whispered, his fingers digging into Kai's chest, pressing him back against him. He looked around again, but nobody had noticed anything, and he gripped Kai's thigh firmly, pulling on it. Kai's legs were stronger than his hand, especially since he was still trying not to make his movements blatant, but he knew having to fight against his grip was making Kai's mind go hazy, could tell in the way his breathing shifted.

"Ruki." Kai's voice was so faint, he had to strain to hear it, but the way he breathed out his name told Ruki everything he needed to know.

"Go on, keep pretending to resist, we both know you don't want me to stop." He flicked his thumb over Kai's nipple through his shirt, loving the shudder that went through him, repeating the motion a few times. His fingers closed around the nub, and he pinched hard enough he heard Kai grunt, grinning at the sound.

With a shift of his wrist, he moved his hand from Kai's thigh to his crotch, cupping the bulge and pressing the heel of his palm down hard. Now he had Kai trapped between a rock and a hard place, using his hips to press Kai against his hand, while also providing some relief to his own boner. He didn't want to get off like this, they could find a bathroom later, but just being able to nestle his dick between Kai's cheeks was amazing, and also gave him some cover from prying eyes.

Not that anyone was looking. In fact, Ruki was amazed that nobody seemed to even take notice of them, even though they were practically surrounded. He was covering Kai, fortunately, but he had people pressed up against him, and he hoped they couldn't feel the muscles in his arm move when he started rolling his hand, practically kneading Kai's dick through his jeans.

Kai's hand gripped his wrist, trying to pry his hand away, but Ruki didn't let himself be thrown off that easily. Even though Kai must have been struggling immensely not to moan, probably trying to tune out the stimulation, Ruki's movements were merciless, rubbing and pressing in a way he knew Kai couldn't resist. He twisted the nipple between his fingers, squeezed his other hand just slightly, and when Kai's nails dug into his wrist, Ruki knew he was done for. "Dirty slut," he whispered as Kai lost it, and he wished he could kiss him to muffle whatever sounds he might make as his cock started twitching under his palm.

Kai fortunately managed not to make much noise, though his thighs trembled and his body tensed, and Ruki bit down hard on his lip. He could feel Kai's cock throbbing even through his clothes, and just knowing how sticky his boxers were about to be would've had him hard as a diamond if he weren't already. He rubbed Kai through his orgasm, until the grip on his wrist loosened, and he let up, subtly moving so his hand was resting against the wall again, the other settling on Kai's waist.

"Better now?" Kai nodded, probably still struggling to catch his breath without making a scene, and Ruki chuckled hoarsely. He was grateful he had a preference for long, loose cardigans that covered his crotch, because he didn't think he would be able to just ignore his boner until it went away, even if they had a while until they reached their stop. One thing was certain, Ruki could be convinced to take a train during rush hour with Kai again.


Day 5: Watersports, Uruha/Reita

"Finally," Uruha said when the movie ended, tipping his head back and closing his eyes with a groan. "I've had to piss since that first fight scene."

"That's what you get for drinking a bottle of wine alone," Reita said, grinning when Uruha flipped him off.

"It's not like you're any help."

"The wine won't go bad if you take a couple days to drink it, you know." While he liked teasing Uruha for it, Reita didn't actually mind, and Uruha knew it. "Besides, you could have told me to hit pause rather than sit and suffer in silence."

"Yeah, well, I figured it might be useful eventually." Uruha reached for his phone, checking the time, his eyes glinting with something Reita recognised immediately. "It's getting late, you know."

Reita bit his lip, giddy at the prospect of what Uruha was suggesting without actually saying it out loud. "Shower sex, then bed?"

"You read my mind."

They switched off the TV and cleared the glasses from the table, turning the lights off on their way to the bathroom. Reita was quick to strip down, and Uruha chuckled at his eagerness. "You don't have to rush, you know."

Reita, now fully naked, walked over to kiss him, trailing a finger down Uruha's bare chest. "I can't help it when you hint like that."

"Good thing I love it when you get desperate," Uruha whispered against Reita's lips, tasting them for a moment, before gripping Reita's arm tightly. He led him over to the shower, shoving him into the cabinet and leaving the door open. "Now, get on your fucking knees."

Reita nearly moaned at the tone Uruha used, nodding eagerly and getting down, licking his lips as his eyes met Uruha's. Uruha was using his height to his advantage, his chin tilted slightly back, regarding Reita with cold eyes while he pushed his pants down his hips. "Please."

"Please what?" Uruha raised an eyebrow at Reita as though he didn't know exactly what he wanted, getting the rest of his clothes off and stepping out of them, kicking them to the side. "Go on, say it. Admit how depraved you are."

A shudder ran down Reita's spine, his lips parted around a shaky exhale, and he spread his knees a little further apart in a display of surrender. "Please piss on me."

Uruha gave a short laugh, and whatever blood wasn't rushing to Reita's groin took a detour through his cheeks, tinting them faintly pink. "Have you no shame, Reita? Asking for something like that so directly, isn't it embarrassing?" Reita nodded, hands balling to fists in his lap, and Uruha grinned. "Yeah, it is, and you fucking love it, isn't that right?"

Reita nodded again, his heart fluttering in his chest when Uruha took his dick in his hand, stepping closer to the shower. He practically pushed his hips up, moaning when Uruha's brows furrowed, and he started to go. The stream hit his thigh at first, before Uruha adjusted his angle, pissing directly onto Reita's hardening dick. The first few seconds were always intoxicating, the pristine moment broken, Uruha's piss marking him as dirty, lesser.

"Hands on your back, mouth open." He obeyed immediately, gripping his wrists to keep his hands where Uruha wanted them, gaping wide and sticking his tongue out. He was rewarded with Uruha readjusting again, and urine splashed his stomach, his chest, throat, before finally filling his mouth like he wanted it to. It was gross, smelly, and he loved how it made him feel, to be on his knees before Uruha, willingly letting him piss on him.

Uruha's face was a mix of relief and amusement, and Reita moaned, swallowing eagerly again and again. "You really don't waste a drop, huh? Reita, you're pathetic." The sound Reita let out didn't exactly do anything to help his case, not that he wanted it to, either. He was perfectly happy being pathetic, perverse, disgusting in his enjoyment of what Uruha was doing to him. His toes were curling from pleasure, despite nothing really being done to him, and when something affected him that deeply, it would be a shame not to indulge in it.

Uruha was impressingly still going, and Reita almost wished he could take his dick in his mouth, suck every last drop from him. By the time Uruha's stream started to taper off, he was leaning closer, catching the last few spurts with his face or his chest as best he could. Uruha hummed, shaking his dick and burying his other hand in Reita's hair, tugging it back. "What do you say, bitch?"

Reita parted his lips to show the urine pooling in his mouth, mixed with his drool, and gargled momentarily before swallowing. "Thank you."

"What a good boy," Uruha said, pulling Reita to his feet by the grip on his hair and stepping into the shower with him, closing the door behind them. His lips slammed against Reita's, kissing him hungrily, impatience shining through, and Reita moaned at the blatant lust in his movements. Uruha's hands hooked under his knees, raising his legs and wrapping his thighs around his hips as he pressed him into the wall, kissing him until they were both panting for air. "You know how hot you are when you're a little piss slut?"

Reita smiled at that, burying his fingers in Uruha's hair, nipping at his bottom lip. "I have an idea, yeah."


Day 6: Medical Play, Uruha/Aoi

"Subject is starting to show signs of consciousness." Uruha's voice filtered through the hazy fog clouding Aoi's mind, and he opened his eyes slowly, squinting against the bright light. He turned his head, trying to see where Uruha was, his heart nearly skipping a beat at the sight that met him. Uruha, dressed in his Abyss stage costume from their 2017 Halloween tour was standing next to him, dictating to his phone. "The time is 21:34. Sedative appears to be wearing off."

Aoi's moan was muffled by the gag in his mouth, and he tested moving his limbs, but as expected, he was strapped down securely to whatever he was lying on. He realised Uruha was telling him the time on purpose to give him an idea of how long it had been, but it added a layer of realism to the scene that sent a shudder down Aoi's spine. Just seeing Uruha in that lab coat, glasses perched on his nose, pulling on a pair of latex gloves was already making him sweat. The apathetic tone Uruha used when narrating his actions was the cherry on top.

"Prepping subject for testing." Uruha set the phone down on the metal tray next to him, grabbing a bottle of lube and squeezing it over Aoi's dick, coating it generously. Aoi wished he weren't gagged so he could beg him to touch him, not even surprised that he was already getting hard. Uruha knew just how to play into his fantasies, after all. He grabbed a plastic cylinder, placing it on Aoi's dick, and he whimpered when he recognised the milking machine they'd bought online last week.

"Subject is semi-erect prior to the experiment, proceeding with stimulation." Uruha leaned over the table, and while it was hard to see from his angle, Aoi figured he must have turned on the machine when the tube around his dick started pumping rhythmically. The sudden sensation was almost too much, and he whimpered from behind the gag, straining against his bonds once more. The vacuum created by the machine provided a constant, steady sensation, a bit like jerking off, but not at all at the same time.

Uruha moved again, and Aoi looked up to see where he was headed, eyes widening when he picked up a syringe. "Subject A01 fully primed, administering prototype E." He pushed the plunger, and Aoi tensed up when liquid squirted from the needle, shaking his head quickly. Uruha ignored him, gripping Aoi's head and holding him down, meeting his eyes for the first time since he'd opened them. "There's no use fighting it," he said, and a mix of fear and arousal surged through Aoi's veins.

He wasn't sure whether he was sobbing or moaning when something sharp pricked his neck, but he went entirely still, except for his crotch. His balls drew up to his body, and his cock throbbed as he came into the tube like an inexperienced virgin. The machine kept pumping away, milking his dick until the aftershocks subsided, and Aoi groaned in discomfort when it didn't stop. Uruha pulled the needle out of his neck and lifted his hand off his head, and Aoi thought he caught a smile on his lips before he turned away to pick his phone back up. "Subject ejaculated at insertion, likely not due to the drug itself. Increasing intensity of stimulation with each climax."

He leaned over and turned the knob, and sure enough, the damned thing around Aoi's dick started moving faster. Aoi's thighs were trembling already, and he sent Uruha a pleading look, eyes wet with tears. Uruha just watched him, peeling the gloves off and tossing them on his tray, one hand moving down to cup the front of his slacks. Aoi's gaze followed the movement, and he moaned when he realised Uruha was hard as well, hoping he would let him suck him off.

Like he'd read his mind, Uruha popped the button open with a wink.


Day 7: Hair Pulling, Kai/Aoi

"Aoi? Earth calling Aoi?" Kai crossed his arms over his chest with a sigh, looking over at Aoi, who was completely unresponsive. He'd dozed off in his chair again, and Kai looked over at the other members, raising an eyebrow at them. "Should we just let him sleep?"

"Absolutely not, I do not want to have to repeat everything again when he asks me later what we agreed on," Ruki said, brows furrowed as he studied Aoi.

Reita looked a little more sympathetic, glancing between Kai and Aoi with a worried frown. "What do you do to him at night?"

"Hey, don't look at me like that. I try to get him to come to bed with me, he's the one staying up all night obsessing over riffs and messing with all his editing programs."

"As much as I admire his dedication, he'd be better off getting a full night's sleep," Uruha said, shaking his head when Aoi started snoring softly.

Kai laughed at that. "When was the last time any of us got a full night's sleep?"

"You know what I mean." Uruha shot him a glare, before focusing back on Aoi. "Besides, he looks like he hasn't slept at all."

"You may be right about that." Kai honestly hadn't noticed Aoi getting into bed that night, and while it could have just been because he had been fast asleep, himself, the coffee had been waiting for him when his alarm rang. It was possible Aoi hadn't even gone to bed, which made Kai feel a little bad about waking him, but Ruki was right. It needed to be done.

He pushed off from the counter he'd been leaning against and walked up behind Aoi's chair, resting one arm on his shoulder. "Wake up, Aoi." Aoi didn't even stop snoring, and being ignored like that annoyed Kai a little, even if he knew he wasn't doing it on purpose. He rolled his eyes, nudging Aoi's shoulder gently, whispering his name once more.

Still no response. Kai gritted his teeth, feeling the last remnants of his patience dip out, apparently not having gotten enough rest lately, either. He buried his fingers in Aoi's hair and gave a sharp tug, not so much that it hurt, but more than enough to rouse him. "I said wake the fuck up."

Aoi's eyes shot open, and so did his mouth, letting slip a startled moan. He stared up at him, shock written on his face, but a soft blush was forming on his cheeks, and Kai's anger instantly dissipated. "What the hell?"

"You fell asleep during the meeting, love," Kai said, biting back a grin. "And then you moaned."

Aoi quickly turned his head to look away, not accounting for Kai's grip, and the jerk of his neck caused the strands of his hair to tighten, pulling on his scalp. "Ow, fuck, let go."

"Really? Because I'm kind of interested in knowing why you're responding like this," Kai whispered, leaning down until his face was right above Aoi's. Aoi was still avoiding his eyes, staring down at the table in front of him and trying to will his blush away.

Ruki was the one to speak up, clearing his throat and shooting Kai a look of disbelief. "Would you two get a fucking room already?"

"Fine," Kai said, pulling back and holding his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender. Aoi finally breathed out, relaxing his shoulders, about to lower his guard when Kai added "5 minute break. Aoi, come on."

Kai didn't wait for a response, merely taking Aoi's hand in his and pulling him to his feet, and Reita snickered from the other end of the table. "Only 5, huh?"

"And just for that comment, you're getting us all coffee. Double espresso for Aoi." Reita's complaints fell on deaf ears, Kai merely pulled Aoi into the hallway and shut the door behind them, steering them in the direction of the bathroom.

It wasn't until they were locked in a toilet stall that Aoi finally spoke up, though he still didn't meet Kai's eyes. "Was that necessary?"

"Which part?" The way Aoi's jaw clenched answered his question, and Kai's expression softened somewhat. "So is having your hair pulled something you're into?" Aoi just nodded silently, and Kai took some pity on him, setting him down on the toilet lid. "Why haven't you told me?"

"Didn't know how to bring it up. I mean, how do you go 'hey, so, maybe pull my hair while you fuck me'?"

Kai bit his cheek to keep from laughing, knowing Aoi wouldn't appreciate it. "I think that's a fairly common thing to enjoy, and even so, you can talk to me about anything."

"In theory, sure, but do you have any idea how hard it is in practice?"

"Okay, okay," Kai whispered, leaning down to unzip Aoi's jeans, giving him one of his dimpled smiles. "No more talking." He closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to Aoi's, working to get his dick out in the meantime. Aoi moaned into the kiss when Kai's hand wrapped around him, starting to stroke, grateful that Kai didn't point out that he was already hard.

Then Kai's free hand found its way to the back of Aoi's head, and suddenly 5 minutes sounded like an unnecessarily long break. Just the anticipation of having an itch scratched that he hadn't even dared admit to for years was enough to send a shiver running down Aoi's spine, and he reached up to grip Kai's arm, nails digging into his sleeve.

Kai yanked his head back more forcefully this time, and Aoi's lips parted as he was forced to pull back, exhaling shakily. Kai raised an eyebrow at him, but the smug grin on his face somehow helped ease some of Aoi's apprehension, and he nodded slowly. Kai adjusted his grip, tugging firmly, and despite Aoi trying hard not to make any noise, a quiet moan still escaped him.

Even with the pleasure swimming through his body and clouding his mind, Aoi managed to plan far enough ahead to push his shirt up, leaving his stomach bare for when Kai got him off. It was a lot easier to clean cum off skin than fabric, and while he was sure the other members and possibly their manager knew exactly what was going on, he didn't need to make his humiliation any more public than it already was.

The grip on his hair was tight, keeping his head tipped back and his throat exposed, and Aoi's eyes nearly rolled back from the constant pleasure. Kai stroking him felt so good already, but the pressure on his scalp amplified it, and Aoi was tempted to buck his hips up, show his appreciation. Perhaps Kai was right and he should have brought this up sooner, but now that the awkward confession was out of the way, he could enjoy himself fully, just bask in the feeling of Kai's firm hand in his hair.

Right before he came, Kai let up on the pressure, pushing his head forwards only to tug it right back, and Aoi's surprised yelp soon morphed to a moan as he tipped over the edge. His cum spattered his stomach, and he held onto Kai's arm for dear life as his pulse roared, his cock twitching in Kai's hand. "Thank you."

"No problem," Kai said, planting a kiss on Aoi's forehead and reaching for the toilet roll, starting to wipe him clean. "Any other secret kinks you want to talk to me about?"

Aoi shook his head, though he couldn't help but smile. "I think that's more than enough for one day."

"Yeah, maybe." Kai helped him up, making sure he hadn't missed any spots, before tossing the paper into the toilet and flushing, following Aoi out of the stall and washing his hands in the sink. "Oh, and by the way, your bedtime tonight is 22:00 and not a minute later."

"Yeah," Aoi said, laughing to himself as he ran his hands through his hair, carefully untangling it. "That's fair."


Day 8: Creampie, Ruki/Aoi/Reita

Reita watched, entranced, as Ruki's dick filled Aoi over and over, pounding into him rhythmically. Aoi was moaning loudly, arching his back as much as he could given his position, gripping the edge of the kitchen table he was bent over to keep from losing his balance. "Fuck, baby, cum inside me."

"Gladly," Ruki said, grinning as he turned his head to look down at Reita. Reita was kneeling on the floor beside them, hands cuffed together behind his back, naked except for the chastity cage locked around his dick. The view he had was amazing, getting to see Ruki's dick disappear into Aoi's gorgeous ass every time he thrust into him, and yet he physically couldn't get hard. It was the sweetest torture, and he knew it was about to get better.

Ruki came not long after, gripping Aoi's hips and pulling him back, burying his dick inside him with a low moan. Reita practically squirmed, biting his lip, unable to take his eyes off the scene. "You're so eager, bitch," Ruki said, still panting from his orgasm, though Reita envied his coherence. "You really like watching another man fill your boyfriend, huh?"

"Especially love what comes next, Sir," Reita said, and when Aoi turned his head to glance at him over his shoulder, he could have sworn his dick tried to break out of its cage.

"Yeah, you do like making yourself useful." Ruki gripped his hair, pulling him closer, and Reita shuffled as best he could on his knees, lips parting automatically. Ruki pulled out, replacing his hips with Reita's face, holding him just out of reach, but close enough that his nose almost touched Aoi's ass.

Aoi reached back with his hands to pull his cheeks apart, and Reita didn't dare blink, watching hungrily as Aoi tensed and pushed. A second later, cum trickled out of Aoi's hole, dripping down his taint, and Reita pulled against Ruki's grip, trying desperately to get closer. He stuck his tongue out, whimpering softly when he finally tasted Ruki's cum, lapping at it as best he could. "You really love licking his cum out of me, don't you?"

Reita moaned in response, and Ruki eased his grip enough that he could press his face between Aoi's cheeks, licking at his hole. He would have touched himself if he could, jerked off while licking Ruki's cum from Aoi's ass, and he was kind of relieved he didn't get to. Aoi's soft chuckle when he whined again was humiliating enough on its own. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, because cleaning me after someone else has fucked me is the only way you're ever getting near my ass again."

He nodded eagerly, almost going cross-eyed as he watched another trail of cum drip down towards Aoi's balls, licking it up before it got that far. He wouldn't have it any other way.


Day 9: Gore, Ruki/Reita

WARNING: Graphic content! Please do not read if you're uncomfortable with noncon, blood, gore, violence, and the like.

Reita was woken up by a sharp slap, grunting from the force of his head snapping to the side, squinting against the bright light. Ruki was standing over him, and Reita flinched back, shoulders tensing as he surveyed the situation. He was naked, immobilised, propped up with his back against the bathtub, and Ruki had covered his mouth with duct tape. He couldn't remember passing out, which meant Ruki must have sedated him, too.

He must have caught the look of confusion on Reita's face, because he crouched down in front of him, cupping his cheek in his hand. "You'll be grateful for the drugs when it starts hurting," he said, and Reita glared at him, trying not to think about what Ruki might have planned for him. "Don't give me that look. Your eyes are so pretty, it's a shame to see you frown."

Ruki gripped his head with both hands, and Reita tried to turn away, to no avail. Ruki's right thumb moved under his eye, caressing the soft skin, and worry creased Reita's brow. "You know, Reita, I'm kind of glad you've started wearing a mask that covers half your face again." Ruki's voice was soft, but not comforting, and the way he was looking at Reita creeped him out. It was like he was looking at him, but at the same time not seeing him. Or perhaps more accurately, it was like he was studying him, less about making eye contact, and more like sizing him up for something. "This way, the fans won't even notice that you're missing an eye."

Reita shook his head, at first in disbelief, then, when Ruki's demeanor didn't change, in desperation, and he started begging as best he could through the gag. His voice rose to screams, but Ruki seemed unaffected, still gripping his head and stroking his cheek absently. "It's the left side you cover, right?" He raised an eyebrow, this time looking at Reita in earnest, though he was tearing up by now, whimpering in fear. "You should probably clench your jaw, wouldn't want to accidentally bite your tongue off, right?"

He wasn't sure Ruki even cared, but he followed the advice anyway, gritting his teeth firmly. Ruki used one hand to hold his head in place, prying his eyelids open with the other, leaning in to run his tongue across Reita's eye. It was wet and warm, and kind of gross, but it paled in comparison with what came next. Ruki's thumb slipped into the corner of his eye, pushing agonisingly slowly, and Reita cursed their soundproofed walls as he screamed against the gag.

Ruki's thumb pressed his eye to the side, shifting everything out of place. "Hm, Reita, so warm and wet." Ruki sounded almost breathless, and Reita wanted to gag, but he didn't feel like choking on his own vomit, so he pushed it down. Ruki's index and middle finger pushed against his eye, and he screamed, partly from pain, partly to drown out the sounds. The fingers curled around his eye, and the wet squelch as he popped it out of the socket would haunt Reita's nightmares, he was sure.

"What a lovely sight," Ruki said, and Reita finally dared turn his head enough to see Ruki holding his eye in his hand. It felt so surreal, but he could no longer see clearly, and the left side of his face hurt enough that he believed it. He was bleeding steadily, and Ruki ran a finger along the edge of his eye socket, dipping it just inside, making Reita recoil. "Think it's big enough for my dick?"

Reita shook his head furiously, but Ruki ignored him, getting up and pushing his sweatpants down his hips. He'd never considered him particularly hung, but in that moment, with his depth perception impaired and Ruki eyeing his bleeding face like it was a fleshlight, his dick looked huge. He chose not to wonder why Ruki was already hard, instead trying valiantly to plead with him, hoping he could somehow appeal to his humanity.

"As cute as you are when you beg, I'm still going to fuck you." Ruki grinned down at Reita, lifting his eye to his lips, laving his tongue over it. Just the sight made Reita's gut churn, and when Ruki popped it into his mouth, he averted his gaze quickly, struggling against the duct tape keeping him bound. Ruki's fingers tangled in his hair, holding him still as he lined his dick up with his bleeding hole, and Reita cried out as the head pried his eyelids open.

While whatever Ruki had spiked him with probably took the edge off the pain, it still hurt like shit when his dick pushed into his eye socket, the fluids burning in contact with his exposed nerves. He rocked his hips, and the sounds of his dick thrusting into his face were unlike anything Reita could have ever imagined, wet and disgusting. His head throbbed with pain, and he was crying steadily now, hoping his tears stung whenever Ruki pushed in deep.

"It's not exactly deep, but fuck, it's tight," Ruki said, his voice strained, and Reita felt sick to his stomach. He pulled out for a moment, holding Reita's eye open and studying it, ignoring his cries of protest. "You're still bleeding so much, but I don't see any discharge." He thrust back in, panting softly now, and Reita wished he could just pass out until it was all over, or wake up from whatever nightmare he was having.

Ruki didn't grant him any relief, just fucking his mangled face until his moans started picking up, his thrusts growing erratic. He came with a low groan, his grip on Reita's hair tight to keep him from pulling away, jerking his dick and filling Reita's skull with his cum. The constant, throbbing pain had almost faded to a hum, and Reita wondered idly if he was about to pass out.

"Fuck, I wish I could take pictures." Ruki crouched down again, chuckling breathlessly and cupping Reita's cheek, watching as cum and blood oozed out of his missing eye. He reached for the toilet paper, wiping his dick, frowning when he realised he'd gotten blood stains on his sweatpants. "Alright, we'd better get you washed up and find you a doctor, before your face collapses."

Reita only barely heard him over the sound of his own sobs.