Kinktober 2020 drabbles, days 10-22

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Title: Kinktober 2020
Chapter: drabble list
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairings: various, check each listing
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex pollen, frottage, somnophilia, intercrural sex, hematolagnia (blood play), knife play, edgeplay, bondage, figging, painplay, humiliation, oral sex, dominance/submission, masturbation, deep throating, sex toys, orgasm denial, chastity play, handjob, mild humiliation, mild cbt, sort of temperature play?, gags, mild bondage, oral play, facefuck, handjob, breath play, rope bondage, suspension, glove kink, latex kink, masturbation, bukkake, oral sex, handjobs, cum play, gangbang, humiliation, urethral sounding, dry orgasm, enema play, bondage, emetophilia, bodily fluids, food play, rough oral play, humiliation
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 10-22 of the prompt fills.


Day 10: Aphrodisiacs/Sex Pollen, Aoi/Reita

Reita tried not to sound too excited when he spoke, not wanting Aoi to catch on right away, just in case he didn't share Reita's enthusiasm. "You know, they approved the product for human testing," he said, trailing off with a tone that hinted at a continuation if Aoi just took the bait.

"Yeah, but we still have some preparations left to do before we can begin, and everyone else has gone home already," Aoi said, completely missing the point, but Reita didn't let that deter him.

"Exactly, we're all alone, just you and me in the entire building."

Aoi finally seemed to catch on, looking up at Reita with one eyebrow raised, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "That's hardly sanitary, and we can't take the product out of the lab, not to mention there are cameras in here."

"It takes a couple minutes to start working."

"You planned this, didn't you?" Reita bit his lip, but Aoi saw the grin he tried to hide, stepping a little closer so he could whisper. "That's why you wanted to stay behind after everyone else left, why you've been so fidgety tonight."

"Are you in, or not?"

"Oh, I'm in," Aoi said, leaning over Reita's back, effectively obscuring the workbench in front of them from the security camera's view. Not that anyone would check the tapes. Nobody would notice if one dose went missing, especially since neither Aoi nor Reita would report it, but one could never be too careful. "Take it now, and we'll tidy up and go to your office before the effects kick in."

Except by the time they reached Reita's office, he was already sweating, leaning close to Aoi. "Mark down onset of action as earlier than anticipated."

"I'm not marking anything down as anything," Aoi said and laughed, nodding at Reita, who was running his hands up his back. "This never happened."

"If you say so," Reita said, giving Aoi a firm shove, pushing him against his desk. Aoi braced himself by leaning back on his arms, and Reita followed him, pressing his body against his and kissing him with a desperation he'd never felt before. He felt like he'd drown without Aoi's lips against his, and every time they parted, even if it was just for a second, he felt out of breath, hot and needy.

He started rubbing up against Aoi, hands gripping his hips, grinding against him. His dick was already hard, and even through their lab coats, just the friction of another body against his was amazing. His rational mind was curious whether or not his actual body temperature had risen, but his body was too preoccupied with chasing stimulation to worry about his possible fever.

It was a bit like an itch he could never scratch, every time he thought he'd found relief, the need for more grew stronger. Aoi had started moaning as well, one hand circling around Reita's waist to rest in the dip of his back, pulling him closer. Reita happily obliged, gasping against his lips and slowing his movements, just concentrating on rubbing as hard as he could.

Aoi grinned at the blissed out expression on Reita's face, tilting his head to the side and leaning in to bite down on his neck. He was grateful there were no cameras or microphones in the room right then, because Reita practically cried out when his teeth sank into his skin, nails digging into Aoi's shoulder blades as he held him tightly.

Reita shuddered and moaned, and seconds later, his hips jerked erratically, losing all rhythm and merely pushing hard against his pelvic bone. Incoherent noises left his lips, and Aoi had to admit, if he hadn't been hard already, just the feeling of Reita cumming, with barely any space left between their bodies, would have been enough to get him there.

He pulled back from his neck, about to say something when Reita growled, hoisting him up to sit on his desk, fumbling to get his slacks open. "Where do you think you're going?" Aoi raised an eyebrow as Reita got his dick out, stroking it with one hand and undressing himself with the other.

"Nowhere, apparently," he said and chuckled, making himself comfortable and licking his lips when Reita got one leg free, leaving his underwear hanging off his ankle and crawling up on the desk, straddling Aoi's thighs. "I'd say the experiment is a success."

Reita placed his hands on Aoi's shoulders, pushing him down to lie on his back, shifting until his dick pressed against his cleft. Aoi gave a moan, gripping Reita's waist and raising his hips, thrusting his dick between his cheeks. Reita was amazingly still hard, and even more impressingly, he didn't flinch when Aoi's cock slowly pushed into him. He just lowered himself, rubbing their bodies together and taking Aoi to the hilt at the same time, moaning breathlessly. "Further testing required."


Day 11: Somnophilia, Kai/Uruha

Kai opened his eyes and glanced around the room. It was still dark, which meant it couldn't have been long since he fell asleep. He was used to waking a couple times over the course of a night, after all, it was probably his own fault for drinking coffee into the late hours. At least that was what Uruha always told him when he complained about being woken up by his bladder.

Uruha was still sleeping soundly when he returned from the bathroom and crawled back up on the bed, lying on his side and snoring steadily. Unlike Kai, he was a heavy sleeper, which he both envied him for, but also greatly appreciated. Sometimes, Kai would wake up with a boner, probably as a result of the pressure against his prostate, and thus also likely the coffee's fault, and Uruha had made an arrangement with him some years back.

Another reason why Uruha had started sleeping naked, besides Kai's complaints that the fabric seams rubbing against him when they cuddled got on his nerves. Kai slid up behind him, carefully shifting until he was nestled against his back, but a little lower than usual. It took a bit of moving around to find the right angle, and he had to pause for a moment when Uruha twitched in his sleep, not wanting to wake him, at least not yet.

It was better like this, with Uruha unaware, mostly unresponsive when Kai reached down between them to grip his dick, guiding it between his thighs. If Uruha were awake, he'd be arching his back, stretching his legs out and encouraging him. And as much as Kai appreciated his enthusiasm, there was just something about these imperfect, sloppy moments that couldn't be replicated with Uruha fully conscious.

Their positions weren't optimal, Uruha was leaning slightly too far forwards, and Kai had to hold himself up slightly to get his dick lined up with his thighs, and fuck, it was hot. Uruha was breathing faintly, still completely oblivious to what was going on, and Kai licked his lips, steadying his own breaths with some effort. His dick slid between those soft thighs, its path slicked by the precum he was producing, and Kai just barely dared lift the duvet enough to steal a glance.

Normally gorgeous, Uruha's legs somehow looked even better with Kai's dick disappearing between them. Kai bit back a moan, gently sliding his hand down to rest just below Uruha's hip, waiting for a second to see if he'd wake up. Uruha grunted in his sleep, shifted once, and soon went back to snoring, making Kai grin victoriously. He gave a slow roll of his hips to test the position, his lips parting as pleasure spread through his body, hesitating again just to be sure.

At that point, he was already past the point of no return. Uruha was limp beneath him, and Kai sighed quietly as he started moving, sliding his dick between his thighs. It was a tight squeeze, gravity and the position pressing Uruha's legs close together, but Kai managed to find a good rhythm. He was struggling not to move too much, the hand resting atop Uruha's thigh aching to grip him, pull him back to meet his thrusts, and eventually, he couldn't keep from moaning softly.

He gave in when he came, fingers digging into his leg as he ground his hips against him, his cum spilling onto the sheets, and probably Uruha as well. Uruha didn't seem to mind, however, and when he pulled his dick free from his legs and hoisted himself further up on the mattress, he reached back blindly to bury his fingers in Kai's hair. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long," Uruha mumbled, voice rough from sleep, and Kai wasn't even certain he'd opened his eyes. "Not entirely awake, either. Good?"

"Yeah." Kai grinned, burying his face in Uruha's hair, kissing the back of his neck. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Not until the morning, at least." Kai hummed in agreement, draping himself over Uruha's warm body. Now that he'd sated his needs, he was more than happy to go back to sleep, hopefully without interruptions this time. Fortunately, it seemed Uruha was too groggy to care about the sticky sheets just yet.


Day 12: Blood, Ruki/Uruha

Uruha watched as Ruki brought the knife to his mouth, almost forgetting to blink, barely able to contain his excitement. He was glad Ruki had tied him up, grateful for the ropes keeping his arms behind his back, because he didn't trust himself to be able to resist touching him if he were free. Ruki's lips parted, the corners of his mouth lifting in a teasing grin, and he pressed the point of the dagger to his tongue.

His strained grunt had Uruha nearly moaning, arching his back and leaning upwards as much as possible, opening wide when Ruki bent down to meet him halfway. He wouldn't exactly call it a kiss, but when Ruki's lips met his and his tongue slipped into Uruha's mouth, he wouldn't have traded it for anything else. His eyes closed, and he moaned from the taste alone, sucking gently on Ruki's tongue and the wound in the center.

It was a small wound, and it didn't take long for it to stop bleeding, but Uruha let the taste swirl around in his mouth, letting out a sound of appreciation when Ruki tangled their tongues. He'd let Uruha explore freely for a bit, but now he was moving, pressing insistently and making sure his gift was appreciated. When he pulled back again, Uruha met his gaze, licking his lips and savouring the traces of Ruki still left on them. "Want more?"

Uruha nodded eagerly, gaze flitting momentarily to the knife in Ruki's hand. "Yes, please."

"How do you want it?"

"Please, cut me," Uruha said, pushing his chest out as much as he could, given the position. He raised his hips, balancing somehow on his knees, and if he could have rubbed up against Ruki's dagger, he would have. Anything to show him how badly he wanted it.

"What a good boy." Ruki grinned down at him, crouching in front of him, running the tip of his knife slowly across his collarbone, not deep enough to cut the skin just yet. Still, merely the hint of what was to come made Uruha hold his breath, eyes following Ruki's hand, shuddering in anticipation. Ruki's left hand rested on his shoulder, pushing him down to rest on his haunches, holding him still while applying gradually more pressure with his other hand.

He sliced a neat line into his pec, a bit above his nipple, and Uruha thought he could cum from the sensation alone. He watched as blood seeped from the wound, trailing down his chest, staining his skin red. Ruki leaned in, watching Uruha's face as he pressed his tongue to the trail, moaning low and lapping up the blood.

They kissed again, Uruha tasting himself on Ruki's tongue, sucking and licking until he pulled away, panting softly. He would gladly kiss Ruki until he ran out of breath, but apparently, he wasn't done with him yet. He cupped Uruha's neck, absently rubbing his fingers into his skin while he dragged the blade down the middle of his chest, pressing down harder and harder until he dug into the skin.

Uruha let out a soft curse, dick twitching at the sight of the blood that dripped down his stomach, dipping into his navel and continuing further. "Ruki," he whispered, but before he could say anything further, Ruki was shutting him up again, lips moving against one another with insatiable hunger.

He didn't have the strength to beg for more when Ruki's hand, warm and wet and probably coated in his blood, wrapped around his hard dick and started stroking.


Day 13: Figging, Kai/Reita

"Sloppy."

Reita was panting when Kai pulled him off his dick, drool dripping down his chin, and he looked up to meet his eyes. Kai was giving him that unimpressed stare that always made Reita's spine tingle with anticipation, even though his dick was hard, standing proudly just centimetres from his face. "Sometimes I wonder if you half-ass it on purpose just because you like having my dick in your mouth so much." Kai gave him a light slap to his cheek, and Reita grunted, though he didn't talk back. Kai might have a point. "Let's get you some incentive to blow me properly."

And just like that, Kai left, heading for the kitchen, if Reita were to guess. He had a feeling he knew what Kai was planning, and he licked his lips, trying not to fidget too much while he waited. It felt like an eternity passed before Kai returned, a sadistic glint in his eye and a peeled length of ginger root in his hand. "Present yourself."

Reita nodded eagerly, turning around and lowering his head to the floor, raising his ass at the same time. He reached back with both hands, resting on his face and shoulder, grabbing his cheeks and spreading them apart, baring himself to Kai. He was sure his face was pink at this point, and it didn't help when Kai smacked his ass, drawing a moan from his parted lips. "Such a good slut, Reita. You want this, huh?"

Knowing Kai, it was probably a rhetorical question, though Reita nodded anyway, closing his eyes and humming when he felt the tip of the ginger against his ass. Kai applied steady pressure, pushing it into him, letting it settle into place like a butt plug, with Reita's rim closing around the indent he'd carved into it. "There we go, you can sit up," Kai said, and Reita slowly pushed off from the floor, biting his lip as he tried to get comfortable on his knees again.

"Now, let's try this again. The ginger stays in your ass until I cum, so the better you do, the shorter your torment." Reita nodded, knowing he would just feel slightly tingly for a few minutes before it really started to burn, but after that, it would get distracting. "Go on, suck me off."

Reita didn't hesitate to lean in, closing one hand around the base of Kai's dick and taking the head in his mouth, humming when his hand rested on his head. He looked up to lock eyes with him as he continued where he'd left off earlier, before he had interrupted to scold him. His anus felt warm and a little odd, but nothing worse for the time being, and he managed to concentrate on his task with relative ease.

Sooner than he expected, the gentle heat turned uncomfortable, and by the time he was taking all of Kai in his mouth, the pain was intense. His eyes were half closed already, and he was moaning softly around Kai's cock, arching his back in an effort to lighten the pressure. It stung, an unrelenting type of pain that didn't go away no matter how he moved, not even granting him a moment's break, and he didn't know whether to hurry up and make Kai cum post-haste or drag it out as log as he could.

Kai laughed at him when he started squirming, gripping his hair tightly and holding his head still, starting to thrust his hips. "You really are quite the spectacle, you know? Whining and wriggling like a worm, yet still not doing your best." Reita tried to glare up at him, but Kai shoved his dick down his throat, and he was forced to concentrate on not gagging instead. His body reflexively tensed, and the pain in his ass intensified as he clenched around the ginger. "Oh yeah, I know you can do better than this. Don't even try to deny that you're dragging it out when you're already so hard."

His foot tapped against Reita's dick, and he moaned against his better judgement, glad Kai had taken over again. Even if he wanted to, he would have struggled to keep sucking by now, and besides, he loved the way Kai fucked his mouth. The rough treatment of his throat combined with the throbbing pain in his ass had him close to the edge, himself, and he admired Kai's ability to hold back. He was certain he wasn't the only one trying to delay the inevitable.

He couldn't really blame him. They both enjoyed this, Reita squirming and suffering while servicing Kai, even if he was barely doing anything at this point. He was just keeping his lips parted and his teeth out of the way while Kai thrust into his mouth, trying to ignore the way his insides practically burned, but it reinforced the power imbalance between them. He loved being Kai's toy, his to use, to play with, to hurt for his amusement or fuck until completion whenever he desired.

Kai's hips slowed their pace, just grinding lazily, and Reita moaned at the first taste of cum that hit his lips. He swallowed hungrily, grunting in pain when he realised he'd clenched again, amplifying the sensations and in turn making his dick twitch. Kai pulled out when he finished, breathing heavily and studying Reita, admiring the way he shifted, though clearly trying to stay still. "Not bad, but I'm not sure you even want me to take it out."

And honestly, neither was Reita.


Day 14: Deep throating, Ruki

Ruki lit the scented candle on his nightstand, practically jumping into bed, sighing at the feeling of fresh silk sheets against his skin. He'd dimmed the lights, and even just the small flame from the candle cast a nice, warm glow in the room, setting the mood perfectly. He almost regretted not buying some rose petals to sprinkle on the bed, but maybe it was for the better. Now there was less to clean up.

He made sure everything was within reach before he started, grabbing a hand towel, water bottle, lube, and a double-ended dildo, leaving them on the mattress next to him while he got comfortable. He sat back against the headboard, leaning against his pillows, grabbing the dildo and licking his lips. It slipped into his mouth easily, and he hummed as he started thrusting it, letting his saliva build up and ease the way. With the hand not gripping the toy, he reached for the lube, getting a small amount in his palm and wrapping it around his dick.

Ruki truly enjoyed these moments by himself, just him and his thoughts, and the dildo filling his mouth, of course. No pressure to perform, nobody to satisfy but himself, and the freedom to pick any sexual fantasy he wanted. He could imagine anyone's dick in his mouth, or hand on his cock, and with that in mind, he closed his eyes, tipping his head back and relaxing completely.

Even though he had a lot of practice, he still gagged at first when the head of the dildo hit the back of his mouth, letting it slip out and swallowing a few times, breathing heavily. His hand moved over his cock in languid strokes, in no rush, just enjoying the gradual buildup of pleasure for the time being. Once the nausea passed, he took the toy in his mouth again, slowly pushing it deeper.

This time, he managed to bypass his gag reflex, feeling his throat stretch around the intrusion. He gave it a moment before taking it out again, breathing heavily, brows furrowing in concentration. The third time, he left the toy in his throat, closing his lips over it to keep it in place so he could curl his fingers around his neck. He could feel the bulge beneath his palm, moaning softly, his other hand stroking a little faster.

And then he started thrusting the toy, bobbing his head at the same time, treating it more like a dick than a silicone replica. He took it with practiced ease, letting it distend his throat with every thrust, and by now, his hips were almost thrusting up against his hand. He let himself be carried away by his fantasy, his moans increasing in volume, though they were muffled by the dildo he was fucking his throat with.

Another minute passed before he reached his peak, taking it as deep as he could and jerking himself the last bit, his cum spilling over his hand and his thighs. He stroked himself through it, gently slipping the dildo out of his mouth, trying not to let the saliva dripping from his lips go anywhere but his chest. He reached for the towel, panting harshly, leaning back with a sated smile while he cleaned up.


Day 15: Orgasm Denial, Uruha/Reita

Reita could barely contain his excitement when Uruha set the chastity device aside on the couch. For the first time in weeks, besides cleaning sessions, his dick was free, no longer hindered by that tiny, unyielding cage. After nothing but edging and dry orgasms, Uruha was actually going to touch him, and he would get a chance to cum.

"Eager?" Reita nodded, and Uruha chuckled, drizzling some lube on his half hard cock and reaching for his phone. "Good. You get two minutes. When the time is up, whether you cum or not, the cage goes back on, understood?"

"Yes, Master, thank you," Reita said, smiling when Uruha leaned in to kiss him. He slung his arms around his neck, humming softly against Uruha's lips, reluctant to let him pull away. No matter the outcome, he would still enjoy his fate, and especially the next two minutes. He didn't get to touch himself, at least not without the cage, and the direct contact was just as delicious every time.

"We'll either turn you into a broken little premature ejaculator for me, or a pent-up fleshlight. Let's see which it'll be today, shall we?" Uruha rose an eyebrow at him as he straightened up, and Reita nodded again, biting his lip as he watched Uruha set the timer for two minutes. "Ready, set, go." Uruha's hand wrapped around Reita's slick cock immediately, and he set the phone down on the couch next to Reita where he could see the display. The numbers were counting down, and Uruha didn't waste a second, starting to stroke him and nearly overwhelming Reita with the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

He gripped the couch cushions so hard, he was almost worried he would rip them, a strained groan slipping past his parted lips. He arched his back, and it felt like his body was trying to retreat into itself for a moment, but Uruha didn't stop stroking. He was grinning down at him, burying the fingers of his free hand in Reita's hair, licking his lips as he watched him squirm. "Ninety seconds left."

Reita whimpered quietly, looking down at Uruha's hand moving on his dick. How had a fourth of the time already passed? He had only just gotten fully hard, and he still had a ways to go if he was going to cum. Still, he knew stressing about it wouldn't help, and he tried to empty his mind, focusing not on the fact that he was on the clock, but instead on how good Uruha's touches felt. Considering how seldom he jerked him, Uruha was good at it, twisting his wrist and gliding his fingers over his skin, drawing moans and gasps from Reita.

"One minute left," Uruha said, sounding slightly breathless, himself, and when Reita managed to tear his glance from his hand, he could tell he was hard, even through his sweatpants. Uruha's enjoyment always helped, Reita loved knowing how much he affected him, even though he was barely doing anything. And whenever Reita failed to reach the finish line, Uruha almost seemed to reach a new level of horny. On the days that Reita got locked back up unsatisfied, Uruha always fucked him until he couldn't stand for the rest of the night. Just another reason not to get disappointed no matter the outcome.

Instead of calling out the time, Uruha moaned when only half a minute remained, probably having noticed Reita was barely even leaking yet. It wasn't looking good, or, depending on your outlook, it was looking really, really good. Reita had already resigned himself to the inevitable, and while he flexed and arched in an effort to put on a show and at least get the most out of his last few moments, he stood no chance.

Uruha counted down the last seconds from ten, and Reita arched his back, pushing his chest out and just enjoying Uruha stroking him. "Three," Uruha said, and Reita let out a shaky breath, resisting the urge to blink. "Two." Uruha's thumb swiped briefly over his head, and Reita shuddered, admiring the view while he still had it. "One."

Unsurprisingly, Reita didn't manage to reach his peak, and when Uruha's phone started beeping, his hand withdrew, leaving his dick twitching momentarily, glistening with lube and precum. "Not today, huh?" Uruha tried to sound sympathetic, but the hunger in his eyes betrayed how he really felt, and Reita thought he felt his dick throb when he met his gaze.

"I'm sorry, Master, I couldn't cum for you," Reita said, but Uruha pressed his finger to his lips, promptly hushing him.

"No need to feel bad, you're still a useful little fucktoy. Let me just get the ice so we can get you locked back up, and I'll let you serve me all night." With a sweet kiss to Reita's forehead, Uruha got up, heading for the kitchen. Reita leaned against the back of the couch, fingers digging into his thighs, somehow resisting his body screaming at him to touch himself, stroke the last bit needed so he could cum.

His dick ached, practically begging for relief, but being denied was almost as good as getting to cum. He didn't even think about disobeying Uruha, even though he knew he wouldn't get a new chance for a long while. Getting worked up to the point of almost cumming and then being left hanging with no release made Reita's heart flutter, especially with how much Uruha loved it. He wouldn't trade this for anything.

Even when Uruha returned with a bag of ice and set it right down on his swollen dick, making pain flare up in his crotch and his eyes water, Reita just smiled. He gripped Uruha's hand, and Uruha squeezed it back, distracting him with his lips while they waited for his dick to get soft enough that he could fit into his cage again.


Day 16: Gags, Ruki/Reita

Few things were as inconvenient as waking up from a wet dream on a work day, dick hard between his legs, a quick glance at his phone telling him the alarm was going to ring in about an hour. Ruki was still sleeping, back turned to Reita and snoring softly, apparently oblivious to his predicament.

He debated going back to sleep, but that also meant running the risk of waking up again just as horny and not having time to deal with it before going to work, spending most of the day distracted and not really getting anything productive done. He slid closer to Ruki with a sigh of resignation, pressing his lips gently to his neck, kissing his way across his shoulder and down his arm. Ruki grunted softly in his sleep, rolling onto his back, and Reita grinned. He pushed the covers off them, shifting until he was on all fours over Ruki's body, leaning down and nuzzling into Ruki's crotch.

He kissed the inside of Ruki's thigh, tongue darting out to flick against the head of his cock through the thin material of his underwear, and started when he felt a hand in his hair, yanking him up until he met Ruki's clouded gaze. “What are you doing?”

Ruki's voice, low and gruff, sent shivers down Reita's spine, and he had to resist the urge to rut against his leg, giving him a sheepish smile instead. “Wet dream.”

Ruki reached for his phone on the nightstand, squinting at the bright light from the screen, unlocking it with one hand while still holding Reita's head up with the other. His thumb swiped across the screen, and Reita chewed on his lip while he waited patiently for Ruki to turn off the alarm and decide on a course of action. Ruki discarded the phone on the mattress, sitting up and pulling Reita forwards by his hair, kissing him sleepily. “What do you need?”

“Gag me, play with my mouth, fuck my face,” Reita muttered between kisses, moaning when Ruki nipped at his lip, “and jerk me off.”

Reita was pulled back, Ruki getting up and pointing to the floor, and he got off the bed and knelt down in a heartbeat. Ruki slid his boxers off and rummaged around in the wardrobe, tossing a bottle of lube to the floor next to Reita, and returning with a length of rope and a leather harness made for Reita's head, with a ring gag in the front. He held them up for Reita to see. “Do you mind? I'm too sleepy for you to put up a fight.”

“Go ahead.” Reita helpfully held his hands behind his back while Ruki tied his wrists together, coiling the rope around his biceps to give him minimal movement. The harness was placed over his face, and Ruki helped adjust the gag so it fit comfortably, the ring holding his mouth open in a perfect 'o'. Straps were fastened at the back of Reita's head, and Ruki carefully pulled the longer parts of his hair free, twisting his fingers in them and tugging until he moaned wantonly.

"You look so good like this, you know that? Open and vulnerable, unable to beg or plead or do anything but take whatever I choose to do to you." Ruki used his grip on his hair to tip Reita's head back until he was looking up at him, pushing two fingers crudely into his mouth, deep enough that he gagged momentarily. "Oh, did I startle you?"

Ruki was grinning, swirling his fingers around in his mouth, pushing on his tongue, and Reita didn't for a second believe that Ruki hadn't planned it. Even if he hadn't been hard to start with, he would be now, with his mouth pried open by unforgiving metal, and Ruki toying with his mouth. He took Reita's tongue between his fingers, massaging it gently, and while he tried to swallow, drool dripped down his chin.

There was nothing he could do to resist even if he wanted to, he couldn't even beg Ruki to fuck his mouth, he could only moan as Ruki ran his fingers along the inside of the gag, stroking the roof of his mouth. He flinched, and Ruki's grin widened, and when he finally pulled his hand out of his mouth, his dick was half-hard already.

He placed the tip of his dick on Reita's tongue and gently rocked his hips, holding his head still by his hair. Reita used his tongue to stroke the underside of Ruki's cock, looking up to meet his eyes and moaning as Ruki slid all the way in. He spread his legs a little more, cock leaking already, loving the way Ruki was watching him like he wanted to ruin him.

As his cock swelled in his mouth, Ruki began thrusting properly, Reita's tongue and the wet noises he was making going straight to his balls. The head of his dick bumped against Reita's throat, and he gagged again before catching himself and relaxing, making Ruki groan and jerk his hips faster.

He could do nothing but let Ruki fuck his throat, relaxing in his hold and listening to the sound of his breathing slowly getting more rugged, until he was pulling Reita down to meet his thrusts, moaning as he filled his mouth with his cum. Ruki pulled out, and he gasped for breath, the ring still holding his lips open, and Ruki's spunk mixed with saliva dribbled out of his mouth to hit his chest. “Good boy,” Ruki praised, squatting down in front of Reita and taking the lube, squirting some into his hand. “Cum when you need to.”

Reita practically shook with excitement as Ruki's hand closed around him, gliding over the length and coaxing a moan from him. He looked down at his dick, the tip red and steadily leaking precum, the fluid mixing with the lube as Ruki's hand swiped over the sensitive head. Ruki knew exactly how to stroke, where to rub to drive him crazy, and Reita struggled to stay still, wanting so badly to be good for him, to earn his orgasm.

He drooled steadily, unable to swallow properly with the gag, and in an effort not to make a complete mess of himself, he threw his head back and stared at the ceiling. He moaned and gasped, unable to keep from bucking his hips as he finally came, shooting his load over Ruki's hand and his own legs, grateful for the hand milking him through it.

Ruki wiped his hand on Reita's shoulder and began untying the ropes, freeing his arms first before getting to work on the harness. When Reita's mouth was free, he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around Ruki's neck and kissing him softly. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Ruki said, smiling fondly as he stroked Reita's cheek. “You're covered in cum, you need a shower.”

“I was planning on taking one, anyway.” Reita stood up and stretched his limbs, running his hands through his hair. “Will you join me?”

Ruki seemed to debate it, but Reita pouted, and Ruki slapped his ass playfully. “Fine, we have time. A quick shower, then we get started on breakfast.”

Reita had a good day at work that day.


Day 17: Breath Play, Ruki/Kai

"Ready?"

Kai nodded, frowning at how different it felt, hanging upside down, suspended from the ceiling like he was. Gravity was working against him, and if it hadn't been for his experience headbanging, just the small gesture would have been awkward. It didn't help that he was mostly immobilised, arms and legs bent and held tight to his body by countless ropes, his ass pointing straight up, and his head just hanging from his neck. "Yeah, ready."

"Hmm, are you?" Ruki raised an eyebrow, circling around until he was standing behind him. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

His hands, clad in a pair of black leather gloves, trailed down Kai's torso slowly, just brushing past the ropes, reaching his nipples and pinching them between his fingers. "I'm sorry, Sir," Kai said, biting his lip when Ruki pulled, the pain sending a shudder running down his spine. Or rather, up his spine.

"That's better." Ruki toyed with his nipples for a moment longer, twisting them until Kai groaned softly, then letting his hands dip lower. His fingers brushed his neck, before the palm of his hand slid over his mouth, thumb resting on his chin. The taste and smell of leather was already starting to affect Kai, or perhaps it was the anticipation of what he knew was to come, either way, it was turning him on.

"What's that, are you getting excited?" Kai tried to nod again, Ruki's hand covering his mouth and making it impossible for him to give a verbal response, though he had a feeling the question was meant to be rhetorical, anyway. "What is it you're expecting? Is it perhaps this?" The fingers of his free hand clamped over Kai's nose, blocking his nostrils and cutting off his air supply, muffling Kai's shaky moan.

Rationally, he knew he probably shouldn't be wasting his precious breaths like that, but he wanted Ruki to know how he was affecting him. Not because he thought Ruki doubted his enjoyment, just because he liked letting him know. An added bonus was how it usually turned Ruki on to hear his sounds, even quiet as they were, with how tight his hand was over his mouth.

He tried in vain to breathe, wriggling in an effort to shake Ruki off, though there wasn't much he could do with the way he was bound. His chest was getting tight, his head heavy, and not only because of the blood gathering there as a result of the position. When Ruki's fingers released his nose, Kai sighed in relief, taking deep breaths while he had the chance.

As expected, it wasn't long before Ruki blocked his nose again, and Kai whimpered as much as he could, trying to shake his head. Though despite his weak attempts to free himself, his blood was rushing to his dick, his thighs quivering at how good it felt. Ruki controlling his breaths like that was exhilarating for so many reasons, and Kai couldn't help the eager way his body reacted. He knew the moment Ruki let him speak again, he'd be begging to cum like always.

"Enjoying yourself?" Kai would have blushed if most of his blood wasn't already in his head, instead giving a short whine, making Ruki chuckle. "Yeah, of course you are. Love it when I take your breath away, don't you?" Kai figured he still didn't need to respond, and he was far too busy concentrating on breathing evenly when Ruki let go of his nose again. It was hard enough not hyperventilating when he finally got a taste of sweet oxygen, but he knew he would regret that sooner rather than later if he did.

Ruki didn't quite let him catch his breath before stopping it short, pinching his nose between his thumb and finger, humming in satisfaction at the way Kai's body jerked. He didn't really have any leverage to move, but he thrashed as best he could, moaning when Ruki's grip didn't budge. The feeling of helplessness, hanging upside down and unable to get away, with Ruki deciding whether or not he got to breathe was so good, he wouldn't be surprised if his own precum hit him in the face soon.

His lungs were burning in pain, and he jerked violently, heart fluttering at how ineffective it was. He struggled again just to appreciate the unforgiving grip Ruki had on his face, his whimpers rising in volume until he was nearly screaming into Ruki's palm, eyes wet with tears. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, Ruki let go entirely, and he sucked in desperate breaths through his mouth and nose, moaning with each exhale.

"Please," he whispered, breathless and so lost in pleasure, he barely recognised his own voice. "Please make me cum."

"Gladly." Ruki's deft fingers went to work on his ropes, and Kai smiled proudly at the impatience evident in his movements. "Let me just get you down so I can fuck you, one hand over your mouth so the neighbours don't have to hear you scream for me."


Day 18: Leather/Latex, Uruha

Uruha grabbed the latex pants from the back of his closet, rubbing them between his fingers for a moment, lips stretching into a smile. It had been a while since he'd spent some quality time alone with them, and he only now realised how much he'd missed it. He'd stripped naked for the occasion, and he had to force himself to slow down as he slipped into the pants, to appreciate every second of the material gliding on.

Being skintight, they took a little wriggling to get all the way on, and he had to adjust himself so his dick was where he wanted it, held snug against his body by the pants. He grinned at himself in his mirror, turning slightly so he could admire how he looked. Just the way the material hugged his legs, emphasizing his form and accentuating certain areas was already hot enough, but coupled with way it felt against his skin and the sounds it made when he moved, it was making Uruha's pulse rise.

He turned so he was looking over his shoulder, running his hands over his ass, a faint blush forming on his cheeks. Sometimes, he felt a little vain for enjoying this, but how could that possibly be a bad thing? He wasn't hurting anyone, except maybe his poor dick, which was straining against the front of his pants by now. Besides, just objectively speaking, the view was pretty great, Uruha thought to himself as he slid his hands down his thighs.

They travelled down, then up again, passing over his ass before moving towards the front. He shifted again, facing the mirror this time, letting his right hand glide over the latex, cutting short a moan when he reached the bulge. His dick twitched eagerly when he cupped it through the pants, and he didn't manage to stay still for long, eventually starting to rock his hips as he groped himself headily.

He squeezed and stroked, his other hand moving over his hip and leg, providing constant stimulation, and a nice show. Watching himself move like that in the mirror was hotter than he wanted to admit, especially since his movements were getting more desperate now. In a moment of surprising clarity, he remembered to pull the waistband down, just enough to position it beneath the head of his dick. It deprived him of some of the sensations, but it was a small price to pay for not having to worry too much about stains.

Soft moans were leaving him now, he swayed his hips and rubbed himself through the latex, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight. His left hand slipped beneath his legs, cupping his balls and massaging gently, making his thighs quiver from pleasure. He was tempted to rub up against something, but he didn't have the willpower to stop touching himself for long enough to move, so he discarded that thought for now and reminded himself that he could always do that later.

He pressed his hips hard against his hands when he reached his peak, moaning shakily as his orgasm hit. His dick spurted cum over his abdomen, and he rubbed himself almost desperately, forcing himself to keep watching even though his eyes tried to close of their own volition. He always regretted not filming it when he did this, because he was certain the sight of himself cumming in latex pants would be excellent fapping material. Then again, why settle for that when he could always just indulge in the real thing?


Day 19: Bukkake, the GazettE/Reita

"Quit hogging the bitch." Aoi nudged Kai's shoulder, who looked up briefly to offer Aoi one of his disarming smiles, completely forgetting the entire band had become immune to that by now.

"Sorry, it's just so hard. He's like a vacuum." While he spoke, Kai snuck in a few more thrusts, before pulling out of Reita's mouth with a moan. A string of saliva connected his dick to Reita's lips, though it was broken when Aoi gripped Reita's hair roughly, pulling him closer and shoving into his open mouth.

"Or a black hole. Love sucking dick, don't you, Reita?" Uruha raised an eyebrow, and Reita moaned, nodding as much as he could, proving him right by taking Aoi deeper.

"Luckily for you, we've got a lot of it," Ruki said, patting Reita's cheek, prompting a chorus of laughs. And sure, they did, and Reita was endlessly grateful that they indulged him with these group blowjobs. He truly loved being on his knees, surrounded by his best friends, passed around from one cock to the other until he had a face full of cum and a boner of his own to show for it.

Uruha shifted closer to Aoi, holding the head of his dick to Reita's mouth, which was already stretched around Aoi. "Make some room?"

"Just can't wait, can you?" Aoi grinned, twisting Reita's hair, and he parted his lips as wide as he could. He couldn't quite fit both of them at once, but he did his best, regardless, greedily trying to swallow their dicks.

"Why should I have to wait when he's such a cockslut anyway?" Uruha started moving along with Aoi, pulling out when he pushed in, until all Reita had to do was keep his mouth open while they took turns thrusting into his mouth.

"Guys, I'm almost there," Kai said, stroking himself slowly, though it was clear he was struggling to hold back. Aoi nodded, reluctantly pulling Reita off their dicks, nudging him in Ruki's direction.

"Yeah, I'm with you. Reita, get Ruki there, too." Reita nodded, turning to face Ruki and parting his lips, letting out a surprised grunt when he slammed his cock into his throat.

"Take it," Ruki said, lip curled in a faint sneer as he gripped Reita's face with both hands, thrusting hard into his mouth, making his eyes water. Kai moved to stand next to Ruki, taking Reita's arm and raising it, and he took the hint, curling his hand around his dick and starting to stroke. His other hand moved up to start jerking Uruha, and he could only regret not having three arms so he could help Aoi out, too.

"Such a good whore for us, Reita." Reita moaned happily, meeting Ruki's gaze with wet, hazy eyes, pleased when his thrusts sped up. He gagged once, and Ruki paused long enough for him to catch his breath, before going right back to fucking his mouth, his movements getting desperate already. Reita's dick twitched between his legs, leaking steadily, leaving no doubt as to how much he was enjoying himself.

The first string of cum to hit his face made Reita flinch, and he glanced up to see the pleasured look on Kai's face as he stepped closer. He stroked him through it, moaning as Kai decorated his face, and it seemed he'd been the catalyst to set Uruha off, as well. He closed his eyes, just basking in the feeling of being caught in their crossfire, and whatever didn't land on his face, he made sure to catch with his hands.

Their moans were delicious, and before long, Aoi joined them, pointing his dick at Reita's face as he came. Ruki followed seconds later, the first spurt of his cum hitting Reita's tongue before he pulled out, stroking himself desperately, and Reita stuck his tongue out as far as it would go, moaning and squirming as his face was covered with cum.

Kai was the first one to catch his breath. "Fuck, what a sight." Uruha hummed in agreement.

"Right? Let me go get my phone."

"What a lovely cumdump you are," Aoi said, and Reita grinned, humming in agreement.

"Thank you so much, guys."

"Our pleasure." Ruki ruffled his hair, still panting softly, stepping back when Uruha returned.

"Smile for the camera." Reita slowly opened his eyes, trying not to get any cum in them, a shudder running down his spine when he looked up. Uruha had turned his phone so it was facing him, and he could see himself on the screen, streaks of cum painting his forehead, his cheeks, chin, nose, mouth, just about everywhere. He looked completely debauched, and equally sated, and he stuck his tongue out again to show the cum on it, moaning when the shutter clicked, his hand sneaking between his legs to touch his aching dick.


Day 20: Sounding, Ruki/Aoi

Aoi watched Ruki pace around the bedroom, propped up on his elbow, resting his head in his palm. "You done yet?"

"You don't want me rushing this and giving you a UTI," Ruki said, throwing Aoi a pointed look as he lubed up the sounding rod.

"Why not? I'm a masochist, might be hot." Aoi shrugged nonchalantly, though Ruki was right, he was grateful that he always cared so well for him. "And you haven't disappointed me so far."

"Hmm, I wonder why that is." Despite his sarcastic tone, Ruki was smiling when he knelt on the bed, leaning down to press his lips to Aoi's. They kissed for a while, before Ruki slapped his thigh, and Aoi obliged, lying down on his back. Ruki hummed softly, squeezing the remaining lube from the packet on the head of Aoi's dick, holding the rod to the tip. He looked up at Aoi, who nodded quickly, biting his lip as Ruki started pushing.

It was thicker than the one they'd used last time, at Aoi's request, and his dick resisted at first, though Ruki kept the pressure steady. It slipped in a moment later, and Aoi moaned softly as the toy stretched him open, slight discomfort accompanying the rush of pleasure. "Fuck, Ruki, deeper."

"Patience," Ruki said, grinning as he watched Aoi's dick swallow the toy. In truth, Aoi could probably take it, he was fairly used to being stretched by now, but Ruki loved taking his time, teasing him and seeing what sounds he could coax out of him if he dragged it out. Aoi was already squirming slightly, and Ruki ran his left thumb slowly up the shaft of his dick, feeling the rod inside it and drawing another moan from him. "Your reactions make me so hard."

"Good, you're lagging behind." The teasing tone of Aoi's voice wasn't quite as obvious as he would have liked, courtesy of how foggy his mind was already, the pleasure making it hard to think. Ruki had pushed the toy in as deep as it would go, providing constant stimulation, and to top it off, he was still stroking his thumb along his dick. "Feels so fucking good."

"Just enjoy yourself." Ruki started thrusting the toy slowly, delighting in Aoi's moans of pleasure, as well as the sight of the toy disappearing inside his dick. When he took Aoi properly in his hand, starting to stroke the entire length, his hands came up to grip his shoulders, fingers digging into Ruki's skin as he mumbled desperate pleas for more. Ruki was happy to oblige, leaning over him as much as he could without losing his balance, humming when Aoi's moans picked up. "Cum for me, show me how much you love having your dick fucked."

Aoi nodded eagerly, unable to tear his gaze from Ruki's hands, moving on his dick and providing sensations from the inside and outside in equal measure. He wanted so badly to buck his hips up, rut against him until he came, but he knew Ruki wouldn't appreciate it, not with the toy still inside him. He settled for subtle squirming, throwing his head back and parting his lips as he came, pleasure coursing through his body.

Ruki didn't stop what he was doing, and with his urethra blocked, Aoi didn't get to shoot for him, though it did mean he'd be less sticky for a while, so he supposed it had its merits. Only when he'd finished twitching, panting harshly and going completely limp, did Ruki pull away, slipping the rod carefully out of his softening dick. "Love watching you do that."

He set the toy aside for later cleaning and crawled over Aoi, nuzzling his nose lovingly. Aoi chuckled and wrapped his arms around Ruki's back, pecking his lips. "Love it when you make me do that."


Day 21: Enemas, Kai/Reita

Reita wished he could spread his legs when Kai stepped behind him, spread himself out and offer his ass up to him. At the same time, he couldn't deny that he loved being tied down like this, ass up and face down, shins and foreams tightly strapped to the bench. Being gagged was the cherry on top, the vulnerability getting to him when Kai pressed the tube against his wet hole.

It slipped in easily, far from the first thing to enter his ass that night, and Reita squirmed when Kai opened the valve, letting liquid flow into his colon from the bag. "Wriggle all you want, you're not getting away," Kai said, stroking one hand over Reita's ass. "Not that I think you want to. You love being ruined, don't you?"

Reita replied with a moan, slightly muffled by the gag, staying as still as he could while he was filled with water. He felt so full, and yet it kept flowing, until he thought he was going to burst. Only when the bag was empty did Kai carefully pull the tube out, and Reita gasped as a quick burst of liquid followed, clenching again to keep it in.

"Good boy." Kai stepped to the side, out of the blast zone, stroking Reita's back, moving his hand about slowly. He slipped it under Reita, and he tensed reflexively, groaning when Kai pressed on his tummy. "So full for me, Reita. Do you want to let go?"

He nodded, slightly hazy already, drooling around the gag. It was impossible to get anything intelligible out, but he tried to beg nonetheless, knowing Kai liked hearing him desperate. He shifted his weight, imagining he could feel the water sloshing inside him, his dick twitching between his legs.

"Since you asked so nicely, go ahead." Kai gave another push to his stomach, and Reita relaxed his muscles, another squirt leaving him while he took a deep breath to prepare. Pushing it out always brought a range of emotions, from relief, to shame, to arousal, and Kai only made it better by laughing at him. "You should see yourself, shooting from your ass like a water gun."

Reita sort of wished he could, and when Kai took the gag out of his mouth and replaced it with his dick, Reita amused himself with trying to estimate who was the hardest right then, he or Kai.


Day 22: Emetophilia, Uruha/Aoi

"Take a look at this."

Aoi leaned over, glancing at Uruha's screen, raising an eyebrow when he recognised the layout of the site. "You're watching porn? In the middle of the afternoon?"

"Just look." Uruha unplugged his earbuds and hit play, clicking the fullscreen button in the corner, and Aoi made himself comfortable leaning against his side. Uruha had apparently rewound a bit, the scene just showed a girl naked on a bed, saying something in English that Aoi couldn't quite make out. He was about to ask when the girl grabbed a dildo from off screen, lifting it to her lips and pushing it down her throat so suddenly that she made herself gag, and okay, that got his attention.

She pulled the dildo out, and what followed it, to Aoi's surprise and interest, was a stream of faintly pink spit. Uruha tapped a button, making the video skip forward ten seconds, and after deepthroating the dildo a few more times, she actually puked. The colour was more muddy this time, but the pink was still visible, though it looked fairly opaque. "Strawberry milk?"

"And strawberries. Strawberry milk is mostly white, you know. I suppose the red from the strawberries is what creates the colour." Uruha paused the video, licking his lips and glancing at Aoi from the corner of his eye. "So, just me, or?"

"Nope, my dick is definitely interested," Aoi said, grinning and placing a hand on Uruha's thigh. "What do you say, no time like the present?"

"You're perfect." Uruha leaned down to press his lips to Aoi's, pecking them briefly before getting up from the couch. "I'll run down to the store, you get everything set up, alright?"

Just half an hour later, Aoi was sitting on their biggest towel on the bed, chugging strawberry milk like he never thought he would. He might not be able to drink it normally for a while after this, but it was a small price to pay for a cause as sexy as this one. He finished his third carton with a burp, holding his stomach and wincing at how bloated he felt already.

"Here, I got you some of this, just in case you wanted it." Uruha fished a tub of strawberry ice cream out of his bag, handing it to Aoi along with a spoon.

"You're almost as sweet as the ice cream," Aoi said, biting his cheek to keep from laughing as he took the lid off the tub, digging in.

"It's the least I could do when you've consented to experiment like this."

"What's the worst that could happen?"

"Tooth decay, throat swelling, damaged salivary glands, to name a few."

Aoi pressed one finger to his lips, shooting Uruha an impish look, before taking another spoonful of ice cream. "What are you, some medical blog? Stop killing my boner and hand me another strawberry."

Uruha chuckled, but did as he asked, taking the stem off and pressing it to Aoi's lips. Instead of eating it like a normal person, Aoi bit into the flesh, letting the juices drip down his chin, and Uruha rolled his eyes. "Already making a mess of yourself, I see."

"You're taking so fucking long, someone's gotta do it." Aoi gave him a wink, taking the strawberry in his mouth and chewing properly, chasing it with another spoon of ice cream.

"Oh, I'm taking too long, huh?" Uruha raised an eyebrow, sliding his sweatpants down his legs. Aoi was apparently getting impatient, and he wouldn't keep him waiting any longer if he wanted to move on. He tossed his clothes on a chair, snatching the ice cream from Aoi, hurrying to the kitchen to put it in the freezer so it didn't start leaking. When he returned to the bedroom, Aoi was on his knees, another strawberry between his lips, and Uruha rolled his eyes playfully. "I've created a monster."

"Wait and see if this works, first. Though if it does, yeah, maybe," Aoi said, tossing his head back and swallowing the strawberry. Before he had a chance to tease any more, Uruha was standing at the foot of the bed, one hand gripping Aoi's hair, the other tapping at his mouth. Aoi parted his lips, and three of Uruha's fingers slid past them, right to the back of his throat.

He coughed from the sudden intrusion, spit dripping from his cheeks, and he shot Uruha a glare. "What? You were just complaining that I was making you wait." He grinned, leaning down to kiss Aoi's forehead, slowly thrusting his hand. Aoi's mouth was warm and wet, and when he pressed down on his tongue, he could feel every shift and clench in the muscle. He was certain he could play with his mouth for hours, but he'd have to save that for another day, because by now, he was almost as eager as Aoi.

He gradually increased his pace, jabbing his fingers into Aoi's uvula, holding his head still and keeping him from pulling back. Aoi gagged and squirmed, making the most delicious noises, and then finally, he retched, and Uruha pulled his fingers out to watch. What came out was a milky pink mess, with chunks of strawberry in it, and Uruha shuddered and moaned at the same time. "Fuck, that's pretty."

Aoi hummed in agreement, reaching up to wipe his chin. "Right? Did that really come out of me?"

"We'd better get another sample, just to be safe," Uruha said, stuffing his fingers back into Aoi's mouth, as deep as they would go. Aoi choked again, brows furrowing, coughing and groaning while Uruha practically fingered his throat, not letting up until he got what he wanted. This time, he used his grip on Aoi's hair to angle his head down, making Aoi's vomit his chest, dripping down his stomach, past his hard cock.

"Oh, yes." Uruha moaned again, running his hand through the mess, smearing it over Aoi's body. Aoi decided to help out, taking his own hand in his mouth, aiming for his thighs when he retched again. The colour was less pink this time, but it was still pretty, and Aoi admired the sight of the mess he'd made, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

"I want you to fuck my throat."

Uruha hummed in agreement, nudging Aoi to move back so he could crawl up on the bed with him. "If you promise to stroke yourself while I do, gladly." Aoi nodded eagerly, leaning down to take Uruha's dick in his mouth the second he was in position, hand wrapping around his own dick, and he moaned when Uruha pushed him down to take all of him. His throat protested momentarily, but then Uruha started moving, and minor discomfort turned into nauseating pain, making him gag and heave.

He pulled off, taking a deep breath, before Uruha pushed him back down, ramming his dick so hard into his throat that his eyes watered. Vomit pooled in his mouth, dripping around Uruha's cock, but he didn't seem to care, just bucking his hips and gripping his head tighter. Another hard thrust, and Aoi coughed, puking stomach acid and strawberry dairy on Uruha's crotch. It dripped down his thighs, and Uruha moaned, making Aoi stroke his dick almost frantically.

"Yeah, you love this, huh? My filthy little puke slut, such a good boy." Aoi nearly whimpered from the praise, glancing up at Uruha through wet eyelashes, struggling to keep his eyes open when his dick rammed into his throat again and again. Uruha showed no mercy, just fucking his face and leaving Aoi to deal with the gradual buildup of vomit in his mouth, along with his aching dick. Not that Aoi minded in the least, on the contrary, he was stroking himself frantically now, smearing his mess over his dick and working himself towards his orgasm.

Another hard thrust did it, and Aoi came as he retched, white cum shooting from his dick, and muddy pink bile spilling past his lips. He felt like a strange fountain, but the pleasure thrumming through his body distracted him from how disgusting he should have felt. Or perhaps the disgust was part of the reason he loved it so much.

Uruha came not long after, holding Aoi's head down as he moaned, filling his mouth with his cum. He only pulled away when he became too sensitive, watching Aoi sit up and open his mouth, swirling the mixture of cum, vomit, and spit around with his tongue. "That's so fucking gross," Uruha said, smiling and leaning in to kiss him, pushing his tongue into Aoi's mouth.

They made out for as long as they still had breath, Uruha tasting himself and the weird strawberry mixture in the kiss, and ironically, the combination of sweet and salty wasn't all that bad. Or perhaps he was just desensitized, or the context made it hotter than it should be. Either way, when he pulled back, his heart was still beating quickly, and he licked his lips, watching Aoi drool his cum out, letting it drip down his chest.

"I just realised something," Aoi said, looking like he was holding back a fit of giggles, and Uruha raised a brow expectantly. "We can never, ever tell Ruki about this."