Uncovered (2/5)
Title: Uncovered
Chapter: 2/5
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Ruki/Aoi
Genre: porn with some plot
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, oral, BDSM, sexting, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, anal play, humiliation, painplay, consensual non-consent, impact play, cumplay, glove kink, exhibitionism, bondage, begging, anonymity
Summary: When Aoi finds out Ruki's a Dominant in his free time, he can't help wanting to play with fire. Besides, as long as they stick to sexting and Ruki doesn't know who he is, he should be safe, right?
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~5,900
Comment: Slight tag update. I think I've covered the basics, but chapter three isn't fully finished yet, so there might be some new tags next time I post, but I think based on this chapter you can get a good feeling for what's to come.
Another successful live ended, and as sated and happy as Aoi was, he knew there was an extra treat waiting for him when they got to the hotel. He could hardly contain his excitement, and when he'd wished the others goodnight and locked himself into his room, he was quick to fish out his phone, leaving it unlocked on the bed while he stripped. After all, he had plans.
Last chance to back out. You're sure this is what you want?
Aoi frowned at his phone, not sure how to interpret that. What did he mean by 'last chance'?
Of course. I meant what I said yesterday. I want you to use me.
He'd barely put his phone down before it started ringing. It was Ruki, but over the actual phone and not the app, which meant he was calling Aoi, his bandmate. That didn't make any sense. Shouldn't Ruki be half naked and occupied by now? Still, Aoi answered, lifting the phone to his ear. “Hey, what's up? Did I forget something at the venue?”
“Cut the crap. I know it's you.”
Yep, that was Ruki's unmistakeable tone on the other end, and Aoi almost pissed himself. He tried to think back, to remember if he'd accidentally forgotten his phone unlocked backstage, or if he'd left a tattoo or recognisable landmarks visible in any photos or videos he'd sent Ruki. Just in case he was talking about something else, Aoi did his best to feign confusion. “Eh? What are you talking about?”
“I caught you looking at my phone just half a day before I received an anonymous message from a very handsome, mysterious man around my age, but you forget something, Aoi. You're not the only one with an eye for detail, and your profile picture isn't as neutral as you'd like to think.” Aoi gaped, about to start defending himself, but before he even had a chance to start, Ruki cut him off. “What's your safeword?”
Aoi's eyes widened, and he stared at the wall, trying desperately to wrap his head around everything Ruki just said. He'd known, the entire time? He'd known, and he still played along? “What?”
“Open your suitcase.”
At least he was still good at following orders, even if he was pretty stunned. He walked over to his suitcase, opened the lid, and stared in shock at the handcuffs resting on top of his clothes. Those were not his. “How?”
“Please, your combination's been the same for years. Now, here's what's going to happen. You're going to tell me your safeword, hang up, and unlock your door. You're going to prep yourself as much as you need, cuff your own hands behind your back, and bend over the bed, legs spread, waiting for me. I need something to stick my cock in, and I will not be bothered with prep, do you understand?”
Aoi was pretty sure he was openly salivating now, and he swallowed thickly before he managed to speak. “Mercy.”
“Come again?”
“Safeword.” Aoi cleared his throat, shutting his eyes and letting the shiver run through his body. “My safeword is 'mercy'.”
When Ruki didn't say anything, he ended the call, staring in disbelief at his phone for a moment before setting it down on a table. How could he feel both like the biggest idiot in the universe and the luckiest genius to ever have lived at the same time? Fine, so it was probably sheer luck, and Ruki was the true genius, had probably been playing him like a fiddle the entire time, but Aoi allowed himself to take some of the credit. After all, he'd been the one to reach out to Ruki, not the other way around. And now here he was, about to have his fantasies fulfilled, by none other than the very subject of them.
He unlocked his door carefully, making sure it wasn't going to click back into place. Kai probably had a spare keycard in case of emergency, but he really didn't want to have to be rescued naked and handcuffed if Ruki couldn't get in. Who knew how long he would take, anyway? He hadn't mentioned a set time, he'd just told him to prep “as needed”, which wasn't exactly specific. And while Aoi appreciated the freedom to either be comfortably loose or just a little tight, he didn't know whether he should be hurrying, or taking his time.
He settled for something in between, lubing up his fingers and thrusting two of them into himself from the get go. He'd stretched quite wide just two days ago, and the pain was barely noticeable, just enough to make his skin tingle with anticipation. He eyed the handcuffs while he opened himself up. Did Ruki always bring them on tour? Or had he brought them especially for him? If he'd known about Aoi the entire time, there was a good chance he'd packed them last minute, planning for an occasion just like this.
The thought had Aoi moaning, briefly pushing three fingers inside himself. Just what, exactly, had Ruki expected? Had he planned all of this down to the last detail? Did he have plans for the rest of the tour, too? And worst of all, what would he have done if they hadn't worked out? Just pretended like he never knew it was Aoi? There were too many questions, and none of them were relevant just yet. They could talk some other time, and then maybe Aoi could apologise for keeping secrets, but right now, he was horny, and he was tired of overthinking.
The cuffs were unlocked, and the first one closed around his wrist easily. Fastening his hands together behind his back proved a little more difficult, and Aoi struggled for a while before he finally got it to click. After tightening them enough that there was no way he was getting out of them on his own, he walked over to the bed, positioned himself as much as he could, and let himself gracelessly tumble half on it, half off.
How far down the hall had Ruki's room been? Aoi couldn't remember, he'd been too busy thinking about work when they first got there, and too excited after the live to really pay attention. He must have taken a little while to get ready, however, and if Ruki had left his room after the call, he should have been there already, even if he was half across the hotel.
In hindsight, perhaps this hadn't been such a bright idea. After all, there Aoi was, naked and bent over his bed, legs spread, hands cuffed behind his back, with his ass stretched and dripping lube. It was not the type of position he wanted to be caught in, and he'd just left the door unlocked for anyone to enter. He really hoped Ruki was just outside, waiting, letting the feeling of helplessness sink in, because Aoi was starting to realise just how vulnerable he really was, for better or worse.
It felt like ages before he heard the door open, and he resisted the urge to crane his neck to check if it really was Ruki. Of course it was Ruki. He'd known him for two decades, he wouldn't just screw Aoi over like that. Not unless he was really, really pissed about him snooping through his messages, but even then, he wouldn't be cruel. Upset, yes, but not cruel. The lock clicked shut, and the sound of a belt clinking could be heard in the otherwise quiet hotel room. Aoi hardly dared breathe. He was facing away from the door, and on top of that, he had his eyes closed, just listening to the sound of feet moving quietly across the floor, fabric rustling, trousers being pulled down.
A gloved hand settled on his hip, and Aoi's moan of relief quickly turned into one of pleasure when a cock was curtly shoved into him, stretching him open. Fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head back, craning his neck painfully, yet Aoi just moaned again. He was given no chance to adjust, as soon as that cock was buried to the hilt inside him, it pulled almost all the way out, before slamming back in with force Aoi had been craving for so long.
“Try not to wake the neighbours, whore.” Ruki's voice was even more hoarse than it usually was after a live, but still easily recognisable, and despite his warning, Aoi almost cried out in joy. He finally had what he wanted, Ruki's hands on him, cock inside him, and he wished the moment could last forever. Ruki's cock filled him completely, and he moved with perfect rhythm, pounding into him with every hard thrust and scraping Aoi's chest on the hotel covers.
His neck was sore from an entire night of headbanging, but Ruki's grip didn't let up. He wasn't afraid to hurt him, even though Aoi was already trembling, struggling to hold still. He wanted to be good, wanted to keep his legs spread, but every time Ruki's hips snapped against his ass, his body instinctively tried to get away from the pain. Ruki's grip didn't budge, in fact, the fingers on his hip seemed to tighten, and Aoi hoped he'd have bruises there in the morning, some kind of proof that this hadn't all just been a dream.
His body was rocked forward with the force of Ruki's thrusts, and Aoi had to choke down his own moans to keep them from spilling out unhindered. He almost wished Ruki would gag him, just so he'd have something to muffle the noise, because with the way he was keeping his head tipped back, there was nothing to stop his shameful sounds from escaping. Not that he was embarrassed, or well, he was, but that was the point. He wanted Ruki to use him like a fleshlight, and he wanted the vulnerability and humiliation that came with it. In fact, he was pretty sure his precum was dripping down the side of the bed by now, and he almost wanted to touch himself so he could cum with Ruki inside him.
Far too soon for his liking, Ruki's thrusts grew erratic, his hand slipping from Aoi's hair to grip his waist instead. He leaned over him, snapping his hips hard for a good minute, and Aoi held his breath so he could savour every one of his moans. Ruki pulled out as quickly as he'd pushed in, and Aoi couldn't stop himself from whining. He was suddenly so empty, and there was nothing he could do about it except hope Ruki would finally take some pity on him.
Something hit the bed next to him, and Aoi opened his eyes to see a condom, filled with cum and tied off at the end, right next to his face. He looked up, but only caught a glimpse of Ruki when he passed him on his way to the bathroom, fully dressed in his casual clothes from earlier. He could have left him there for seconds or hours, it didn't matter to Aoi, he just lay there and listened to Ruki relieve himself, flush, and wash his hands, waiting patiently while he finished up whatever it was he needed to finish.
He'd never felt so deliciously used in his life. Ruki had just fucked him without regard for his pleasure, using his hole for his own needs and leaving him there, and Aoi was gasping and moaning softly to himself when Ruki returned from the bathroom, pulling his gloves back on. Ruki looked at him for the first time since they'd left the venue, and after a moment of scrutiny, he grinned. “You really do trust me.”
Aoi nodded eagerly. “Thank you.”
“I haven't even let you cum yet, and you're thanking me?” Ruki leaned over the bed, gripping his hair and twisting the strands painfully, forcing Aoi to look up at him. Despite the pain making him wince, Aoi's eyes were half closed in pleasure, and he barely managed to close them in time when Ruki sneered and spat on his face. “You're pathetic, Aoi.”
Aoi's whole body shuddered, and he moaned again, rubbing his face into the covers. “Worth it.”
Ruki laughed, a breathless, quiet laugh, probably to keep the neighbours from hearing them, but Aoi loved the sound of it, anyway. “It's like all the brat just melted right out of you. What's the matter, Aoi? Someone fuck your brains out?” With the grip on his hair, Ruki pulled him to the floor, helping him find his balance on his knees. “What, is there no sass left in you?”
After a few deep breaths, Aoi managed to gather his thoughts enough to speak. “Wanna find out?”
He'd barely gotten the words out before Ruki slapped him. It was so unexpected, Aoi was shocked silent, unable to even moan at the stinging pain that spread across his cheek. “Is that it? Come on, I was looking forward to putting you in your place.”
Aoi opened his mouth again, but he didn't get a sound out before Ruki struck him, harder this time. It felt so good, he tipped his chin up and stared defiantly at Ruki, moaning when the third blow hit. He rolled his jaw, gathering the saliva in his mouth, and spat on the floor between Ruki's feet. “Fuck you.”
“That's more like it.” Ruki's smirk turned sadistic, and with a swift move, he pulled Aoi forward, toppling him over so his face was resting against the floor and his ass raised high in the air. His foot pressed down on Aoi's cheek, holding him in place, while he worked on freeing his belt from the loops. “I was starting to worry you were all talk.”
The belt landed on his ass with a hard snap, and Aoi gritted his teeth to keep from screaming. Was Ruki seriously doing this here, in a hotel room, where someone might call the reception and send security up there to check on them? Another blow landed on his ass, and Aoi realised that yes, he really was. It was hot, it was fucking with his exhibitionism in a whole new way, and every time Ruki's belt connected with his skin, Aoi wished he could announce to the whole damn building that he was getting spanked by his own bandmate, just because he'd asked for it.
“You know I'm going to do this whenever I want to from now on, right?” Ruki swung the belt again, and Aoi hoped the question had been rhetorical, because all he managed in response was a quiet moan. “Just going to shove my cock in you, fuck you until I cum, and leave you. Doesn't matter where we are. Hotel, tour bus, dressing room, hell, I'll take you in a fucking parking lot if I feel like it. Now that I know what a slut you are, I'll use you however I please, wherever I please, and if you know what's best for you, you'll be prepped and ready for it.”
“Maybe I'll scream for help,” Aoi mumbled, having a hard time getting the words out, not only because of Ruki's foot pinning his face to the floor, but also because he was struggling not to moan. They both knew he was bluffing, Ruki's words sent shivers running down his spine, and if he weren't already hard as a rock, he would have gotten there by now. Just the thought of being Ruki's bitch was turning him on, making his breaths come out heavier.
“Even if you did, do you really think anyone would care? Anyone seeing you would know immediately how much of a slut you are, how much you love this. It wouldn't take long before everyone, band members, staff, managers, knew just how filthy you really are.” Ruki tilted his head, looking down at Aoi's face, flushed and drooling, and shot him a grin. “But that's what you want, isn't it? For everyone to know you're available as a fucktoy?”
“Go fuck yourself.” The words didn't have quite the weight he'd hoped they would. Even he could hear the quiver in his voice, the moan lurking just beneath the surface. Then Ruki's belt landed on his ass again, the wide leather striking across both cheeks, and the shameful sounds surfaced, unwilling to be held back any longer.
“Hush, little whore, do you want someone to hear you?” Despite his words, Ruki didn't hold back when he swung the belt again, and Aoi gritted his teeth, tried to silence his pathetic moan. “Maybe I should open the curtains. Push you against the window, naked and hard, for anyone to see. Fuck you until you can barely stand, moaning and shaking, begging for more, so the whole world knows what a cockslut you really are.”
He couldn't help but imagine it, and the mental image of Ruki taking him where they could be seen had his dick twitching between his legs. They could never do it, but just the thought of it was so hot, the thought of everyone knowing about his kinks, his preferences. Then Ruki hit him again, and he almost choked on the sound that tried to escape his sore throat. “Stop.”
“What's that?” Ruki hit him again, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “I didn't hear you.”
“You want me to be quiet or not?” Aoi swallowed thickly, shifting his knees ever so slightly. “I told you to stop.”
Ruki didn't even hesitate, just flashed Aoi a smug grin, bringing the belt down on his ass. “Use your safeword, then.”
Aoi shut his eyes, concentrating on just breathing, gripping his wrists in his hands just to have something to hold on to. He remained completely still, and besides his heavy breathing and the occasional, quiet moan, he didn't say anything. His silence spoke volumes, however, and Ruki's grin remained in place. “I didn't think so.”
This time when the belt connected with his skin, it was just below his ass, at the very top of his thighs. It took all of Aoi's willpower to keep his pleasured sounds at a minimum, but now that he was done talking, Ruki found a good rhythm and stuck to it. Again and again, he hit him, and every time the pain flared up, Aoi's entire body trembled with want. Ruki was everything he'd dreamed of and more, and Aoi wondered how the hell they'd been friends so long without ever doing this, when they were clearly compatible.
Every swing of Ruki's belt pushed Aoi deeper into subspace, closer to the edge. By the time Ruki seemed satisfied, Aoi wasn't even certain he'd be able to form a coherent sentence. He merely arched his back when Ruki's hand stroked over his ass, squeezing the soft skin in his palm, drawing back and giving him one last smack.
He gripped Aoi's hair and pulled him up to a kneeling position, squatting in front of him, studying his unfocused eyes and blissed out expression. “You've been a good boy, wanna cum?” Aoi didn't manage a verbal response, just nodding eagerly, moaning when Ruki's fingers curled around his dick. Ruki hushed him, clamping his hand over Aoi's mouth, and the smell of the leather glove had him raising his hips, pushing against his hand.
“That's it, just enjoy yourself. You've earned it.” Ruki didn't stop him from moving, letting him buck into his touch, just muffling his desperate sounds with his hand. Aoi was grateful for that, he was far too horny to stay quiet at this point, his dick so sensitive Ruki's grip on it almost hurt. But Ruki had an excellent sense of rhythm, and every glide of his hand over his cock made his thighs clench and his breathing dip. He would have dragged it out as long as Ruki wanted him to, just floating on clouds of bliss and enjoying every moment of the pleasure, but Ruki caught his gaze and whispered a simple command. “Cum.”
He obeyed without a second thought, tipping his head back and pushing his hips up high, grateful for Ruki's hand working him through it. His orgasm seemed to last longer, or maybe that was just his perception of time that had disappeared along with his eloquence, but by the time Ruki stopped stroking him and straightened up again, Aoi felt truly spent.
“Good boy.” Ruki smiled fondly down at him, running his clean hand through Aoi's hair, resting it at the back of his head and raising the other to his face. It was covered in Aoi's cum, and he held it open, palm towards him, giving his head a gentle nudge. “Clean your mess up.”
Aoi exhaled through swollen lips, leaning in to lap at the offered hand with a low hum. He tilted his head so he could look up at Ruki, looking like the definition of depravity and sex, licking his own spunk with a glint in his eyes. The taste was dirty, heady, leather mixed with cum and sweat assaulting his taste buds, and he licked away happily, keeping his eyes on Ruki's. Being on his knees for him felt right, and not just because of the post-orgasmic dopamine coursing through his body.
“That's enough.” Ruki stepped back, surveying Aoi for a moment while he peeled off his gloves. Aoi just watched him, panting softly, still recovering from everything that had just happened. He wasn't sure what to say, now that they were done. Did he invite him to stay the night? It wasn't like they could stay up, they had to leave in just a few hours, and Aoi was already preparing to have to nap on the way to the next city.
Ruki tossed his gloves on the bed and chuckled. “Is this when I tell you I forgot the key to the cuffs back in Tokyo?”
Aoi's face paled, and he gaped at Ruki. “You're joking, right? That's a joke?”
He glared at Ruki when he laughed, but he didn't see it, busy pulling something out of the pocket of his trousers. “Yeah, it's a joke. You think you've got monopoly on them?”
“You scared me.” Still, Aoi smiled when Ruki went around behind him, undoing the cuffs and pressing his lips to his neck. He hummed, tilting his head to the side and letting himself enjoy the affection, even as he rubbed his red wrists. “I don't know where to begin. Thank you.”
“I could say the same. You were just as great as I imagined.”
“Aha, so you have imagined it.”
Ruki smiled against his neck, nipping at it lightly. “Ever since that first night, when you sent me a picture of your ass. That little “sorry” you sent me when I told you not to touch yourself was the cherry on top. That's when I knew I wanted to ruin you.”
“You really knew it was me the entire time?”
“Like I said, your profile picture was a dead giveaway. Come on, let's shower.” Ruki helped him to his feet, walking him towards the bathroom. “Obviously, I don't mind. I knew someone would discover my secret eventually, and this was quite the delicious way of being found out, I have to say. The look of recognition on your face when you looked at my phone was hilarious, I almost wanted to confront you then, but I wanted to let you approach me.”
“So this entire time you've been laughing at me, letting me think you didn't know it was me, toying with me for your amusement. Sadist.”
Ruki grinned at the accusation, pulling Aoi into the shower with a firm grip on his arm, biting down on his lip and making him grunt in surprise. “You're about to find out just how fitting of a description that is.”
Aoi's tongue brushed his lip while Ruki reached for the shampoo, and he hated how much he was affecting him right then. He wanted to shower and go to sleep, not stay up and deal with another boner. “I will take you up on that.”
“Are you sure? You wanna be my personal bitch?” Ruki's smug tone didn't hit quite the same, considering he was currently lathering his hair with shampoo, and Aoi smiled and grabbed some for himself.
“Absolutely. I've already shown you that I trust you, and I know you won't do anything to jeopardise the band, so yeah. You can text me anytime you need someplace to stick your dick, I'll get on my knees or bend over no matter where we are.”
“Damn, you weren't kidding about the exhibitionism, huh? You're gonna be a fun challenge.”
Aoi hummed, stepping under the water with Ruki to rinse his hair, running one hand down his chest. “Well, you already have my kink list.”
“Yes, and we have the rest of the tour. I have grand plans for you.”
“Only the rest of the tour?” Aoi raised an eyebrow, and Ruki's smile turned gentle.
“Call it a trial period. If you still want this when the adrenaline and dopamine is out of your body and you've had some time to think, of course we can make it a more permanent arrangement.”
“Alright, I can work with that. But don't feel bad if, by the end of the tour, you're addicted to me.”
Ruki stayed the night in his room, and unsurprisingly, when the alarm on Aoi's phone rang mere hours later, they both had morning wood. Aoi insisted on blowing Ruki while he jerked himself off, and they were the last to leave the hotel, earning them a few curious looks from the others, but nobody said anything. They arrived at the next venue, and Aoi was swept up in work for a few hours, until he received a message from Ruki that made his heart skip a beat.
Go to the bathroom, find a stall, and prep. When I get there in 5 minutes, you better be ready for me.
He certainly wasn't wasting any time. Aoi glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention to him, then sneaked into the hallway and made a beeline for the bathroom. It was fortunately unoccupied, and Aoi slipped into the stall furthest from the door, fumbling with his jeans. He'd been smart enough to leave a discreet tube of lube in his pocket, and in mere seconds, he had two fingers in his ass.
He took a moment to appreciate how dirty he felt, bent over a toilet, legs spread, boxers around his thighs, stuffing his fingers into himself because Ruki had told him to. Just the thought of how pathetic he must seem had his pulse rising, and if he didn't need his left hand to hold himself up, he'd be touching himself, jerking off to the shame.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Aoi held his breath to keep quiet. There was no way five minutes had passed already, right? But if that wasn't Ruki that had just entered, he needed to be really, really quiet, and just hope they wouldn't open the stall he was in.
Footsteps sounded in the otherwise silent room, and Aoi felt giddy at the sound. There was the distinct noise of a heel hitting tile, and last he checked, Ruki was the only one who'd been wearing boots. He closed his eyes as the steps drew nearer, resisting the urge to cover up, to pull his fingers out, even when the door swung open behind him. Nothing happened for a while, except Aoi's cheeks getting warmer, but he didn't dare move, even when Ruki stepped into the stall with him and locked the door behind them.
The artificial sound of a camera shutter behind him made Aoi finally break the silence, moaning softly, kind of glad Ruki had thought to take a picture. He could probably jerk off to just the sight of himself, and he would be sure to beg Ruki to send him the picture later. All thoughts left him when he heard a zipper being pulled down, followed by what had to be a condom wrapper, and only then did it occur to him that he hadn't moved his fingers in a while.
“Wait,” he whispered when his wrist was gripped, hand pulled away from his ass and pinned to his back instead, desperately hoping Ruki would ignore his pleas. “I'm not ready.”
“You think I give a shit?” Just like that, Ruki's cock pushed into him, and Aoi was grateful for the gloved hand that clamped over his mouth, muffling his pained cry. “Shut the fuck up and take it.” Aoi tried to nod, but Ruki's grip on him was tight, and he had to concentrate on not losing his balance when he started moving, thrusting his hips into him.
It hurt so fucking good, Aoi wanted to moan and cry and beg, and he probably would have, if they weren't in a bathroom anyone could just burst into at any given second. Tears gathered in his eyes, Ruki's cock was thicker than his fingers, and he wasn't taking it slow, but the pain just made everything better. Not only was he being used, he was being used without regard for his own comfort, and he didn't want it to ever stop, wanted Ruki to keep shoving his cock into him for hours.
If he didn't have a thing for leather already, he would have developed one anyway by the end of the tour through conditioning. The scent filled his nose, the taste lingered on his tongue every time he tried to lick his lips, and as if he could read his mind, Ruki's grip on his wrist tightened, pressing down and forcing him to arch his back. Not that it was necessary, Aoi was already pushing back as much as he could, wanting him deeper, harder.
Ruki obliged, fucking him with sharp snaps of his hips, showing no signs of being sore from the live the previous night. He just held Aoi still and used him, burying his cock to the hilt inside him with every thrust, plunging him deeper and deeper into incoherent arousal. “This is your place now. You're nothing more than a cocksleeve, you'll spread your legs and present your holes for my use whenever I say so, understood?”
Aoi hummed loudly, too lost in pleasure to worry about someone hearing him, but they were fortunately the only ones in the bathroom. If someone walked in, they'd know immediately what was going on, because Aoi could no longer keep his moans down, and Ruki's hips were smacking into his ass so hard the sound bounced off the walls in their cubicle. And instead of making him nervous like it should have, that thought only excited him, but just as suddenly as he'd pushed in, Ruki pulled out again. His hands left him, but before Aoi had a chance to whine, he barked out a single command. “Kneel.”
His legs protested when he moved, his arm was sore from being bent at such an awkward angle, but he didn't hesitate to obey. While he got to his knees in front of the toilet, Ruki pulled off the condom, tossing it in the bin and gripping Aoi's hair. He parted his lips, flinching when Ruki shoved his cock so deep it hit the back of his mouth, but he didn't pull away. Ruki seemed pleased, patting his cheek while he thrust against his lips. “Good slut.”
Aoi moaned, keeping his mouth open for Ruki to fuck, gazing up at him through his eyelashes while he concentrated on not gagging. The fingers in his hair tightened, and Ruki pushed in deep, spilling his cum down Aoi's throat. He pulled out, and immediately his hand was over Aoi's mouth again, tipping his head back and holding him in place, the heel of his palm keeping his jaw shut. He made a show of swallowing, letting him hear the gulp as he drank his cum, smiling up at him when his face was released and Ruki tucked himself back into his trousers. “If you so much as think about touching yourself, that picture will end up in the group chat.”
“What?” The smile faded from Aoi's lips, but Ruki just turned around, opening the door and going to wash his hands without even giving him a chance to pull his boxers back up.
“Don't take too long.” With that, Ruki was gone, leaving Aoi scrambling to get his jeans back on before someone saw him. He was tempted to apologise to his poor dick when he stuffed it into his underwear, but considering it was what had gotten them into this mess in the first place, he didn't bother. Besides, he knew as well as it did that they loved this.
For the second day in a row, Ruki had made him feel used, but this time, there would be no relief anytime soon. They still had hours of work left before they could get back to the hotel room, and then Aoi would probably just fall asleep the second he got in bed. Even if Ruki allowed him to have an orgasm later, they had to get up early for tomorrow's live. He resigned himself to just suffering with a boner for the rest of the evening, washing up and heading back to join the others.
When he entered the break room, Kai grinned and smacked Uruha's shoulder lightly. “You owe me a beer.”
“Huh?” Aoi plopped down on the couch next to Ruki, sending Kai a confused look. In the corner, Reita was struggling to hold back a fit of giggles.
“Kai bet that you and Ruki ducked out to have a quickie in the bathroom, Uruha was stupid enough to take it.” Uruha flipped Reita off, and now Ruki was the one suppressing a grin.
“You know already?” Aoi glanced between the other three, eyes wide and cheeks red, and Kai waved his hand dismissively.
“Please. We've known eachother most of our lives.”
Uruha chimed in, staring down at his phone. “Also, your room at the last hotel was right between mine and Reita's, and the walls weren't very thick.”
“Fuck.” Aoi sent Ruki a sheepish look. “Guess the cat's out of the bag.”
“Good, then I no longer have to be discreet.” Ruki turned to face him, gripping his thigh in a way that was almost obscene, leaning in to press his lips to his neck. Aoi bit his lip and tipped his head to the side, almost disappointed Ruki wasn't wearing his gloves anymore, but then he remembered the others were still there.
“Uh, Ruki?” Aoi gasped when teeth clamped down on his neck, gently nudging his arm. “We're not alone.”
“And you love that,” Ruki whispered in his ear, giving his thigh a squeeze before he stood up, going to get his notes.
Aoi grabbed a pillow, holding it over his crotch so he wouldn't bother anyone with his boner. He didn't dare meet anyone's gaze, but he was sure he heard Reita snickering again, and he drew a shaky breath. “Should we get back to work?”
“You don't wanna go deal with that first?” Uruha nodded pointedly at the pillow, and Aoi chewed his lip as he tried to find a way to decline the offer without revealing that Ruki decided when he was allowed to cum or not.
“He doesn't get to.”
Aoi just blew a raspberry at Ruki's back.
A/N: I know a couple of you felt bad for Aoi being left on a cliffhanger with blue balls at the end of chapter one, but don't worry, he's into it. I won't end chapter three in the same way. ...Probably. Shhhh.
Chapter: 2/5
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Ruki/Aoi
Genre: porn with some plot
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, oral, BDSM, sexting, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, anal play, humiliation, painplay, consensual non-consent, impact play, cumplay, glove kink, exhibitionism, bondage, begging, anonymity
Summary: When Aoi finds out Ruki's a Dominant in his free time, he can't help wanting to play with fire. Besides, as long as they stick to sexting and Ruki doesn't know who he is, he should be safe, right?
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~5,900
Comment: Slight tag update. I think I've covered the basics, but chapter three isn't fully finished yet, so there might be some new tags next time I post, but I think based on this chapter you can get a good feeling for what's to come.
Another successful live ended, and as sated and happy as Aoi was, he knew there was an extra treat waiting for him when they got to the hotel. He could hardly contain his excitement, and when he'd wished the others goodnight and locked himself into his room, he was quick to fish out his phone, leaving it unlocked on the bed while he stripped. After all, he had plans.
Last chance to back out. You're sure this is what you want?
Aoi frowned at his phone, not sure how to interpret that. What did he mean by 'last chance'?
Of course. I meant what I said yesterday. I want you to use me.
He'd barely put his phone down before it started ringing. It was Ruki, but over the actual phone and not the app, which meant he was calling Aoi, his bandmate. That didn't make any sense. Shouldn't Ruki be half naked and occupied by now? Still, Aoi answered, lifting the phone to his ear. “Hey, what's up? Did I forget something at the venue?”
“Cut the crap. I know it's you.”
Yep, that was Ruki's unmistakeable tone on the other end, and Aoi almost pissed himself. He tried to think back, to remember if he'd accidentally forgotten his phone unlocked backstage, or if he'd left a tattoo or recognisable landmarks visible in any photos or videos he'd sent Ruki. Just in case he was talking about something else, Aoi did his best to feign confusion. “Eh? What are you talking about?”
“I caught you looking at my phone just half a day before I received an anonymous message from a very handsome, mysterious man around my age, but you forget something, Aoi. You're not the only one with an eye for detail, and your profile picture isn't as neutral as you'd like to think.” Aoi gaped, about to start defending himself, but before he even had a chance to start, Ruki cut him off. “What's your safeword?”
Aoi's eyes widened, and he stared at the wall, trying desperately to wrap his head around everything Ruki just said. He'd known, the entire time? He'd known, and he still played along? “What?”
“Open your suitcase.”
At least he was still good at following orders, even if he was pretty stunned. He walked over to his suitcase, opened the lid, and stared in shock at the handcuffs resting on top of his clothes. Those were not his. “How?”
“Please, your combination's been the same for years. Now, here's what's going to happen. You're going to tell me your safeword, hang up, and unlock your door. You're going to prep yourself as much as you need, cuff your own hands behind your back, and bend over the bed, legs spread, waiting for me. I need something to stick my cock in, and I will not be bothered with prep, do you understand?”
Aoi was pretty sure he was openly salivating now, and he swallowed thickly before he managed to speak. “Mercy.”
“Come again?”
“Safeword.” Aoi cleared his throat, shutting his eyes and letting the shiver run through his body. “My safeword is 'mercy'.”
When Ruki didn't say anything, he ended the call, staring in disbelief at his phone for a moment before setting it down on a table. How could he feel both like the biggest idiot in the universe and the luckiest genius to ever have lived at the same time? Fine, so it was probably sheer luck, and Ruki was the true genius, had probably been playing him like a fiddle the entire time, but Aoi allowed himself to take some of the credit. After all, he'd been the one to reach out to Ruki, not the other way around. And now here he was, about to have his fantasies fulfilled, by none other than the very subject of them.
He unlocked his door carefully, making sure it wasn't going to click back into place. Kai probably had a spare keycard in case of emergency, but he really didn't want to have to be rescued naked and handcuffed if Ruki couldn't get in. Who knew how long he would take, anyway? He hadn't mentioned a set time, he'd just told him to prep “as needed”, which wasn't exactly specific. And while Aoi appreciated the freedom to either be comfortably loose or just a little tight, he didn't know whether he should be hurrying, or taking his time.
He settled for something in between, lubing up his fingers and thrusting two of them into himself from the get go. He'd stretched quite wide just two days ago, and the pain was barely noticeable, just enough to make his skin tingle with anticipation. He eyed the handcuffs while he opened himself up. Did Ruki always bring them on tour? Or had he brought them especially for him? If he'd known about Aoi the entire time, there was a good chance he'd packed them last minute, planning for an occasion just like this.
The thought had Aoi moaning, briefly pushing three fingers inside himself. Just what, exactly, had Ruki expected? Had he planned all of this down to the last detail? Did he have plans for the rest of the tour, too? And worst of all, what would he have done if they hadn't worked out? Just pretended like he never knew it was Aoi? There were too many questions, and none of them were relevant just yet. They could talk some other time, and then maybe Aoi could apologise for keeping secrets, but right now, he was horny, and he was tired of overthinking.
The cuffs were unlocked, and the first one closed around his wrist easily. Fastening his hands together behind his back proved a little more difficult, and Aoi struggled for a while before he finally got it to click. After tightening them enough that there was no way he was getting out of them on his own, he walked over to the bed, positioned himself as much as he could, and let himself gracelessly tumble half on it, half off.
How far down the hall had Ruki's room been? Aoi couldn't remember, he'd been too busy thinking about work when they first got there, and too excited after the live to really pay attention. He must have taken a little while to get ready, however, and if Ruki had left his room after the call, he should have been there already, even if he was half across the hotel.
In hindsight, perhaps this hadn't been such a bright idea. After all, there Aoi was, naked and bent over his bed, legs spread, hands cuffed behind his back, with his ass stretched and dripping lube. It was not the type of position he wanted to be caught in, and he'd just left the door unlocked for anyone to enter. He really hoped Ruki was just outside, waiting, letting the feeling of helplessness sink in, because Aoi was starting to realise just how vulnerable he really was, for better or worse.
It felt like ages before he heard the door open, and he resisted the urge to crane his neck to check if it really was Ruki. Of course it was Ruki. He'd known him for two decades, he wouldn't just screw Aoi over like that. Not unless he was really, really pissed about him snooping through his messages, but even then, he wouldn't be cruel. Upset, yes, but not cruel. The lock clicked shut, and the sound of a belt clinking could be heard in the otherwise quiet hotel room. Aoi hardly dared breathe. He was facing away from the door, and on top of that, he had his eyes closed, just listening to the sound of feet moving quietly across the floor, fabric rustling, trousers being pulled down.
A gloved hand settled on his hip, and Aoi's moan of relief quickly turned into one of pleasure when a cock was curtly shoved into him, stretching him open. Fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head back, craning his neck painfully, yet Aoi just moaned again. He was given no chance to adjust, as soon as that cock was buried to the hilt inside him, it pulled almost all the way out, before slamming back in with force Aoi had been craving for so long.
“Try not to wake the neighbours, whore.” Ruki's voice was even more hoarse than it usually was after a live, but still easily recognisable, and despite his warning, Aoi almost cried out in joy. He finally had what he wanted, Ruki's hands on him, cock inside him, and he wished the moment could last forever. Ruki's cock filled him completely, and he moved with perfect rhythm, pounding into him with every hard thrust and scraping Aoi's chest on the hotel covers.
His neck was sore from an entire night of headbanging, but Ruki's grip didn't let up. He wasn't afraid to hurt him, even though Aoi was already trembling, struggling to hold still. He wanted to be good, wanted to keep his legs spread, but every time Ruki's hips snapped against his ass, his body instinctively tried to get away from the pain. Ruki's grip didn't budge, in fact, the fingers on his hip seemed to tighten, and Aoi hoped he'd have bruises there in the morning, some kind of proof that this hadn't all just been a dream.
His body was rocked forward with the force of Ruki's thrusts, and Aoi had to choke down his own moans to keep them from spilling out unhindered. He almost wished Ruki would gag him, just so he'd have something to muffle the noise, because with the way he was keeping his head tipped back, there was nothing to stop his shameful sounds from escaping. Not that he was embarrassed, or well, he was, but that was the point. He wanted Ruki to use him like a fleshlight, and he wanted the vulnerability and humiliation that came with it. In fact, he was pretty sure his precum was dripping down the side of the bed by now, and he almost wanted to touch himself so he could cum with Ruki inside him.
Far too soon for his liking, Ruki's thrusts grew erratic, his hand slipping from Aoi's hair to grip his waist instead. He leaned over him, snapping his hips hard for a good minute, and Aoi held his breath so he could savour every one of his moans. Ruki pulled out as quickly as he'd pushed in, and Aoi couldn't stop himself from whining. He was suddenly so empty, and there was nothing he could do about it except hope Ruki would finally take some pity on him.
Something hit the bed next to him, and Aoi opened his eyes to see a condom, filled with cum and tied off at the end, right next to his face. He looked up, but only caught a glimpse of Ruki when he passed him on his way to the bathroom, fully dressed in his casual clothes from earlier. He could have left him there for seconds or hours, it didn't matter to Aoi, he just lay there and listened to Ruki relieve himself, flush, and wash his hands, waiting patiently while he finished up whatever it was he needed to finish.
He'd never felt so deliciously used in his life. Ruki had just fucked him without regard for his pleasure, using his hole for his own needs and leaving him there, and Aoi was gasping and moaning softly to himself when Ruki returned from the bathroom, pulling his gloves back on. Ruki looked at him for the first time since they'd left the venue, and after a moment of scrutiny, he grinned. “You really do trust me.”
Aoi nodded eagerly. “Thank you.”
“I haven't even let you cum yet, and you're thanking me?” Ruki leaned over the bed, gripping his hair and twisting the strands painfully, forcing Aoi to look up at him. Despite the pain making him wince, Aoi's eyes were half closed in pleasure, and he barely managed to close them in time when Ruki sneered and spat on his face. “You're pathetic, Aoi.”
Aoi's whole body shuddered, and he moaned again, rubbing his face into the covers. “Worth it.”
Ruki laughed, a breathless, quiet laugh, probably to keep the neighbours from hearing them, but Aoi loved the sound of it, anyway. “It's like all the brat just melted right out of you. What's the matter, Aoi? Someone fuck your brains out?” With the grip on his hair, Ruki pulled him to the floor, helping him find his balance on his knees. “What, is there no sass left in you?”
After a few deep breaths, Aoi managed to gather his thoughts enough to speak. “Wanna find out?”
He'd barely gotten the words out before Ruki slapped him. It was so unexpected, Aoi was shocked silent, unable to even moan at the stinging pain that spread across his cheek. “Is that it? Come on, I was looking forward to putting you in your place.”
Aoi opened his mouth again, but he didn't get a sound out before Ruki struck him, harder this time. It felt so good, he tipped his chin up and stared defiantly at Ruki, moaning when the third blow hit. He rolled his jaw, gathering the saliva in his mouth, and spat on the floor between Ruki's feet. “Fuck you.”
“That's more like it.” Ruki's smirk turned sadistic, and with a swift move, he pulled Aoi forward, toppling him over so his face was resting against the floor and his ass raised high in the air. His foot pressed down on Aoi's cheek, holding him in place, while he worked on freeing his belt from the loops. “I was starting to worry you were all talk.”
The belt landed on his ass with a hard snap, and Aoi gritted his teeth to keep from screaming. Was Ruki seriously doing this here, in a hotel room, where someone might call the reception and send security up there to check on them? Another blow landed on his ass, and Aoi realised that yes, he really was. It was hot, it was fucking with his exhibitionism in a whole new way, and every time Ruki's belt connected with his skin, Aoi wished he could announce to the whole damn building that he was getting spanked by his own bandmate, just because he'd asked for it.
“You know I'm going to do this whenever I want to from now on, right?” Ruki swung the belt again, and Aoi hoped the question had been rhetorical, because all he managed in response was a quiet moan. “Just going to shove my cock in you, fuck you until I cum, and leave you. Doesn't matter where we are. Hotel, tour bus, dressing room, hell, I'll take you in a fucking parking lot if I feel like it. Now that I know what a slut you are, I'll use you however I please, wherever I please, and if you know what's best for you, you'll be prepped and ready for it.”
“Maybe I'll scream for help,” Aoi mumbled, having a hard time getting the words out, not only because of Ruki's foot pinning his face to the floor, but also because he was struggling not to moan. They both knew he was bluffing, Ruki's words sent shivers running down his spine, and if he weren't already hard as a rock, he would have gotten there by now. Just the thought of being Ruki's bitch was turning him on, making his breaths come out heavier.
“Even if you did, do you really think anyone would care? Anyone seeing you would know immediately how much of a slut you are, how much you love this. It wouldn't take long before everyone, band members, staff, managers, knew just how filthy you really are.” Ruki tilted his head, looking down at Aoi's face, flushed and drooling, and shot him a grin. “But that's what you want, isn't it? For everyone to know you're available as a fucktoy?”
“Go fuck yourself.” The words didn't have quite the weight he'd hoped they would. Even he could hear the quiver in his voice, the moan lurking just beneath the surface. Then Ruki's belt landed on his ass again, the wide leather striking across both cheeks, and the shameful sounds surfaced, unwilling to be held back any longer.
“Hush, little whore, do you want someone to hear you?” Despite his words, Ruki didn't hold back when he swung the belt again, and Aoi gritted his teeth, tried to silence his pathetic moan. “Maybe I should open the curtains. Push you against the window, naked and hard, for anyone to see. Fuck you until you can barely stand, moaning and shaking, begging for more, so the whole world knows what a cockslut you really are.”
He couldn't help but imagine it, and the mental image of Ruki taking him where they could be seen had his dick twitching between his legs. They could never do it, but just the thought of it was so hot, the thought of everyone knowing about his kinks, his preferences. Then Ruki hit him again, and he almost choked on the sound that tried to escape his sore throat. “Stop.”
“What's that?” Ruki hit him again, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “I didn't hear you.”
“You want me to be quiet or not?” Aoi swallowed thickly, shifting his knees ever so slightly. “I told you to stop.”
Ruki didn't even hesitate, just flashed Aoi a smug grin, bringing the belt down on his ass. “Use your safeword, then.”
Aoi shut his eyes, concentrating on just breathing, gripping his wrists in his hands just to have something to hold on to. He remained completely still, and besides his heavy breathing and the occasional, quiet moan, he didn't say anything. His silence spoke volumes, however, and Ruki's grin remained in place. “I didn't think so.”
This time when the belt connected with his skin, it was just below his ass, at the very top of his thighs. It took all of Aoi's willpower to keep his pleasured sounds at a minimum, but now that he was done talking, Ruki found a good rhythm and stuck to it. Again and again, he hit him, and every time the pain flared up, Aoi's entire body trembled with want. Ruki was everything he'd dreamed of and more, and Aoi wondered how the hell they'd been friends so long without ever doing this, when they were clearly compatible.
Every swing of Ruki's belt pushed Aoi deeper into subspace, closer to the edge. By the time Ruki seemed satisfied, Aoi wasn't even certain he'd be able to form a coherent sentence. He merely arched his back when Ruki's hand stroked over his ass, squeezing the soft skin in his palm, drawing back and giving him one last smack.
He gripped Aoi's hair and pulled him up to a kneeling position, squatting in front of him, studying his unfocused eyes and blissed out expression. “You've been a good boy, wanna cum?” Aoi didn't manage a verbal response, just nodding eagerly, moaning when Ruki's fingers curled around his dick. Ruki hushed him, clamping his hand over Aoi's mouth, and the smell of the leather glove had him raising his hips, pushing against his hand.
“That's it, just enjoy yourself. You've earned it.” Ruki didn't stop him from moving, letting him buck into his touch, just muffling his desperate sounds with his hand. Aoi was grateful for that, he was far too horny to stay quiet at this point, his dick so sensitive Ruki's grip on it almost hurt. But Ruki had an excellent sense of rhythm, and every glide of his hand over his cock made his thighs clench and his breathing dip. He would have dragged it out as long as Ruki wanted him to, just floating on clouds of bliss and enjoying every moment of the pleasure, but Ruki caught his gaze and whispered a simple command. “Cum.”
He obeyed without a second thought, tipping his head back and pushing his hips up high, grateful for Ruki's hand working him through it. His orgasm seemed to last longer, or maybe that was just his perception of time that had disappeared along with his eloquence, but by the time Ruki stopped stroking him and straightened up again, Aoi felt truly spent.
“Good boy.” Ruki smiled fondly down at him, running his clean hand through Aoi's hair, resting it at the back of his head and raising the other to his face. It was covered in Aoi's cum, and he held it open, palm towards him, giving his head a gentle nudge. “Clean your mess up.”
Aoi exhaled through swollen lips, leaning in to lap at the offered hand with a low hum. He tilted his head so he could look up at Ruki, looking like the definition of depravity and sex, licking his own spunk with a glint in his eyes. The taste was dirty, heady, leather mixed with cum and sweat assaulting his taste buds, and he licked away happily, keeping his eyes on Ruki's. Being on his knees for him felt right, and not just because of the post-orgasmic dopamine coursing through his body.
“That's enough.” Ruki stepped back, surveying Aoi for a moment while he peeled off his gloves. Aoi just watched him, panting softly, still recovering from everything that had just happened. He wasn't sure what to say, now that they were done. Did he invite him to stay the night? It wasn't like they could stay up, they had to leave in just a few hours, and Aoi was already preparing to have to nap on the way to the next city.
Ruki tossed his gloves on the bed and chuckled. “Is this when I tell you I forgot the key to the cuffs back in Tokyo?”
Aoi's face paled, and he gaped at Ruki. “You're joking, right? That's a joke?”
He glared at Ruki when he laughed, but he didn't see it, busy pulling something out of the pocket of his trousers. “Yeah, it's a joke. You think you've got monopoly on them?”
“You scared me.” Still, Aoi smiled when Ruki went around behind him, undoing the cuffs and pressing his lips to his neck. He hummed, tilting his head to the side and letting himself enjoy the affection, even as he rubbed his red wrists. “I don't know where to begin. Thank you.”
“I could say the same. You were just as great as I imagined.”
“Aha, so you have imagined it.”
Ruki smiled against his neck, nipping at it lightly. “Ever since that first night, when you sent me a picture of your ass. That little “sorry” you sent me when I told you not to touch yourself was the cherry on top. That's when I knew I wanted to ruin you.”
“You really knew it was me the entire time?”
“Like I said, your profile picture was a dead giveaway. Come on, let's shower.” Ruki helped him to his feet, walking him towards the bathroom. “Obviously, I don't mind. I knew someone would discover my secret eventually, and this was quite the delicious way of being found out, I have to say. The look of recognition on your face when you looked at my phone was hilarious, I almost wanted to confront you then, but I wanted to let you approach me.”
“So this entire time you've been laughing at me, letting me think you didn't know it was me, toying with me for your amusement. Sadist.”
Ruki grinned at the accusation, pulling Aoi into the shower with a firm grip on his arm, biting down on his lip and making him grunt in surprise. “You're about to find out just how fitting of a description that is.”
Aoi's tongue brushed his lip while Ruki reached for the shampoo, and he hated how much he was affecting him right then. He wanted to shower and go to sleep, not stay up and deal with another boner. “I will take you up on that.”
“Are you sure? You wanna be my personal bitch?” Ruki's smug tone didn't hit quite the same, considering he was currently lathering his hair with shampoo, and Aoi smiled and grabbed some for himself.
“Absolutely. I've already shown you that I trust you, and I know you won't do anything to jeopardise the band, so yeah. You can text me anytime you need someplace to stick your dick, I'll get on my knees or bend over no matter where we are.”
“Damn, you weren't kidding about the exhibitionism, huh? You're gonna be a fun challenge.”
Aoi hummed, stepping under the water with Ruki to rinse his hair, running one hand down his chest. “Well, you already have my kink list.”
“Yes, and we have the rest of the tour. I have grand plans for you.”
“Only the rest of the tour?” Aoi raised an eyebrow, and Ruki's smile turned gentle.
“Call it a trial period. If you still want this when the adrenaline and dopamine is out of your body and you've had some time to think, of course we can make it a more permanent arrangement.”
“Alright, I can work with that. But don't feel bad if, by the end of the tour, you're addicted to me.”
Ruki stayed the night in his room, and unsurprisingly, when the alarm on Aoi's phone rang mere hours later, they both had morning wood. Aoi insisted on blowing Ruki while he jerked himself off, and they were the last to leave the hotel, earning them a few curious looks from the others, but nobody said anything. They arrived at the next venue, and Aoi was swept up in work for a few hours, until he received a message from Ruki that made his heart skip a beat.
Go to the bathroom, find a stall, and prep. When I get there in 5 minutes, you better be ready for me.
He certainly wasn't wasting any time. Aoi glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention to him, then sneaked into the hallway and made a beeline for the bathroom. It was fortunately unoccupied, and Aoi slipped into the stall furthest from the door, fumbling with his jeans. He'd been smart enough to leave a discreet tube of lube in his pocket, and in mere seconds, he had two fingers in his ass.
He took a moment to appreciate how dirty he felt, bent over a toilet, legs spread, boxers around his thighs, stuffing his fingers into himself because Ruki had told him to. Just the thought of how pathetic he must seem had his pulse rising, and if he didn't need his left hand to hold himself up, he'd be touching himself, jerking off to the shame.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Aoi held his breath to keep quiet. There was no way five minutes had passed already, right? But if that wasn't Ruki that had just entered, he needed to be really, really quiet, and just hope they wouldn't open the stall he was in.
Footsteps sounded in the otherwise silent room, and Aoi felt giddy at the sound. There was the distinct noise of a heel hitting tile, and last he checked, Ruki was the only one who'd been wearing boots. He closed his eyes as the steps drew nearer, resisting the urge to cover up, to pull his fingers out, even when the door swung open behind him. Nothing happened for a while, except Aoi's cheeks getting warmer, but he didn't dare move, even when Ruki stepped into the stall with him and locked the door behind them.
The artificial sound of a camera shutter behind him made Aoi finally break the silence, moaning softly, kind of glad Ruki had thought to take a picture. He could probably jerk off to just the sight of himself, and he would be sure to beg Ruki to send him the picture later. All thoughts left him when he heard a zipper being pulled down, followed by what had to be a condom wrapper, and only then did it occur to him that he hadn't moved his fingers in a while.
“Wait,” he whispered when his wrist was gripped, hand pulled away from his ass and pinned to his back instead, desperately hoping Ruki would ignore his pleas. “I'm not ready.”
“You think I give a shit?” Just like that, Ruki's cock pushed into him, and Aoi was grateful for the gloved hand that clamped over his mouth, muffling his pained cry. “Shut the fuck up and take it.” Aoi tried to nod, but Ruki's grip on him was tight, and he had to concentrate on not losing his balance when he started moving, thrusting his hips into him.
It hurt so fucking good, Aoi wanted to moan and cry and beg, and he probably would have, if they weren't in a bathroom anyone could just burst into at any given second. Tears gathered in his eyes, Ruki's cock was thicker than his fingers, and he wasn't taking it slow, but the pain just made everything better. Not only was he being used, he was being used without regard for his own comfort, and he didn't want it to ever stop, wanted Ruki to keep shoving his cock into him for hours.
If he didn't have a thing for leather already, he would have developed one anyway by the end of the tour through conditioning. The scent filled his nose, the taste lingered on his tongue every time he tried to lick his lips, and as if he could read his mind, Ruki's grip on his wrist tightened, pressing down and forcing him to arch his back. Not that it was necessary, Aoi was already pushing back as much as he could, wanting him deeper, harder.
Ruki obliged, fucking him with sharp snaps of his hips, showing no signs of being sore from the live the previous night. He just held Aoi still and used him, burying his cock to the hilt inside him with every thrust, plunging him deeper and deeper into incoherent arousal. “This is your place now. You're nothing more than a cocksleeve, you'll spread your legs and present your holes for my use whenever I say so, understood?”
Aoi hummed loudly, too lost in pleasure to worry about someone hearing him, but they were fortunately the only ones in the bathroom. If someone walked in, they'd know immediately what was going on, because Aoi could no longer keep his moans down, and Ruki's hips were smacking into his ass so hard the sound bounced off the walls in their cubicle. And instead of making him nervous like it should have, that thought only excited him, but just as suddenly as he'd pushed in, Ruki pulled out again. His hands left him, but before Aoi had a chance to whine, he barked out a single command. “Kneel.”
His legs protested when he moved, his arm was sore from being bent at such an awkward angle, but he didn't hesitate to obey. While he got to his knees in front of the toilet, Ruki pulled off the condom, tossing it in the bin and gripping Aoi's hair. He parted his lips, flinching when Ruki shoved his cock so deep it hit the back of his mouth, but he didn't pull away. Ruki seemed pleased, patting his cheek while he thrust against his lips. “Good slut.”
Aoi moaned, keeping his mouth open for Ruki to fuck, gazing up at him through his eyelashes while he concentrated on not gagging. The fingers in his hair tightened, and Ruki pushed in deep, spilling his cum down Aoi's throat. He pulled out, and immediately his hand was over Aoi's mouth again, tipping his head back and holding him in place, the heel of his palm keeping his jaw shut. He made a show of swallowing, letting him hear the gulp as he drank his cum, smiling up at him when his face was released and Ruki tucked himself back into his trousers. “If you so much as think about touching yourself, that picture will end up in the group chat.”
“What?” The smile faded from Aoi's lips, but Ruki just turned around, opening the door and going to wash his hands without even giving him a chance to pull his boxers back up.
“Don't take too long.” With that, Ruki was gone, leaving Aoi scrambling to get his jeans back on before someone saw him. He was tempted to apologise to his poor dick when he stuffed it into his underwear, but considering it was what had gotten them into this mess in the first place, he didn't bother. Besides, he knew as well as it did that they loved this.
For the second day in a row, Ruki had made him feel used, but this time, there would be no relief anytime soon. They still had hours of work left before they could get back to the hotel room, and then Aoi would probably just fall asleep the second he got in bed. Even if Ruki allowed him to have an orgasm later, they had to get up early for tomorrow's live. He resigned himself to just suffering with a boner for the rest of the evening, washing up and heading back to join the others.
When he entered the break room, Kai grinned and smacked Uruha's shoulder lightly. “You owe me a beer.”
“Huh?” Aoi plopped down on the couch next to Ruki, sending Kai a confused look. In the corner, Reita was struggling to hold back a fit of giggles.
“Kai bet that you and Ruki ducked out to have a quickie in the bathroom, Uruha was stupid enough to take it.” Uruha flipped Reita off, and now Ruki was the one suppressing a grin.
“You know already?” Aoi glanced between the other three, eyes wide and cheeks red, and Kai waved his hand dismissively.
“Please. We've known eachother most of our lives.”
Uruha chimed in, staring down at his phone. “Also, your room at the last hotel was right between mine and Reita's, and the walls weren't very thick.”
“Fuck.” Aoi sent Ruki a sheepish look. “Guess the cat's out of the bag.”
“Good, then I no longer have to be discreet.” Ruki turned to face him, gripping his thigh in a way that was almost obscene, leaning in to press his lips to his neck. Aoi bit his lip and tipped his head to the side, almost disappointed Ruki wasn't wearing his gloves anymore, but then he remembered the others were still there.
“Uh, Ruki?” Aoi gasped when teeth clamped down on his neck, gently nudging his arm. “We're not alone.”
“And you love that,” Ruki whispered in his ear, giving his thigh a squeeze before he stood up, going to get his notes.
Aoi grabbed a pillow, holding it over his crotch so he wouldn't bother anyone with his boner. He didn't dare meet anyone's gaze, but he was sure he heard Reita snickering again, and he drew a shaky breath. “Should we get back to work?”
“You don't wanna go deal with that first?” Uruha nodded pointedly at the pillow, and Aoi chewed his lip as he tried to find a way to decline the offer without revealing that Ruki decided when he was allowed to cum or not.
“He doesn't get to.”
Aoi just blew a raspberry at Ruki's back.
A/N: I know a couple of you felt bad for Aoi being left on a cliffhanger with blue balls at the end of chapter one, but don't worry, he's into it. I won't end chapter three in the same way. ...Probably. Shhhh.