Uncovered (3/5)
Title: Uncovered
Chapter: 3/5
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Ruki/Aoi
Genre: porn with some plot
Rating: NC-17
Content: anal, oral, BDSM, sexting, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, anal play, humiliation, painplay, consensual non-consent, impact play, cumplay, glove kink, exhibitionism, bondage, begging, anonymity, light foot play, breathplay,
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: ~5,800
Comment: So I know I said this was only going to be three chapters total, but the final chapter is turning out to be so long that I'm dividing it into two. What can I say, I had a lot I wanted to express and explore. This part is entirely self-indulgent smut, enjoy.
“Kneel.”
Aoi nearly jumped out of his own skin when he heard Ruki's voice out of nowhere. He looked around the fortunately empty dressing room, momentarily pausing at Ruki's impatient face, then up at the clock hanging on the wall to check the time. “You know the live starts in just under two hours, right?”
“What happened to 'I'll get on my knees for you no matter where we are'?”
Did Ruki think he was having second thoughts? Aoi quickly set his phone on the vanity table in front of him and slid out of his seat, going to his knees on the floor. He'd said he trusted Ruki, and he meant it. “I'm sorry.”
Ruki hummed, but didn't say anything further. Aoi kept his eyes on him while he smoothed out his stage costume, hoping it wouldn't get noticeably wrinkled. Ruki was still watching him, and his cheeks started heating up under several layers of makeup. He felt objectified under Ruki's gaze, deliciously akin to a thing, just there for his amusement. He wasn't even doing anything to him yet, but with every second that passed, Aoi noticed his arousal growing. He might have to find an ice pack for his crotch before the live started at this rate.
After what might as well have been a lifetime of just watching for all Aoi knew, Ruki finally stepped closer, wordlessly reaching down to unzip his trousers. When his hand settled at the back of Aoi's head, he parted his lips, letting his cock slip between them with a soft moan. He tried to rest his hands on Ruki's thighs, but as soon as he touched him, Ruki pulled out of his mouth. “Hands off.”
Aoi couldn't resist pouting, though he did as he was told, resting his hands in his lap again, pleased when Ruki pushed back in. He kept his thrusts shallow, possibly to avoid smearing Aoi's makeup too much, the hand at the back of his head keeping him in place while he used his mouth as something to jerk off with. He was still watching him with an almost bored expression, eyes seeming to pierce his soul, reminding him what a slut he was without needing to say it out loud. Aoi kind of wished he'd do it anyway.
Being a slut was half the fun, after all. There was just something so exciting about being on his knees in a dressing room, shamelessly sucking Ruki's dick, struggling to keep quiet so nobody would discover them. Of course, he would gladly have let Ruki fuck his face in the middle of the hallway, but that would require far too many people consenting to something they probably weren't interested in seeing in the first place. He'd have to settle for muffling his moans and avoiding slurping too loudly whenever Ruki's cock brushed the back of his throat.
It was so, so tempting to shift his hands, to flutter his fingers over his crotch and give himself some relief from the teasing pleasure, but he dug his fingers into his thighs instead. If the past week was any indication, he probably wouldn't be allowed to cum anytime soon, and he would need the boner to go away before he went on stage later. It was already arousing enough just having his face fucked in such a nonchalant manner, he was practically squirming in his spot, needy with desire to have Ruki finish in his mouth, to satisfy him completely.
Ruki didn't keep him waiting, perhaps more conscious of the time constraint than he let on, snapping his hips faster against Aoi's face. “Swallow every last drop.” He didn't bother closing his mouth when he was done giving the order, and Aoi loved the sound of his harsh breaths, like a crack in the otherwise perfect façade. Just knowing that he'd been useful, had brought him pleasure with his mouth and his obedience was enough to draw a shaky moan from him, muffled by Ruki's cock sliding down his throat.
He concentrated on swallowing without making a mess, drinking Ruki's cum eagerly, admiring the pleasure on his face and the way his brows furrowed while he filled Aoi's mouth over and over. Once he seemed to have caught his breath, he pulled away, tucking himself in and zipping back up, looking Aoi up and down. “What, did you like that? Does being objectified get you hard?”
Aoi licked his lips before shooting Ruki a coy smile. “Don't suppose you're going to let me cum no matter what I answer, huh?”
A hint of a grin passed over Ruki's face, and he crouched down in front of him, just barely trailing his fingers over his crotch, making him shudder. “This is not for your enjoyment. You're just a hole for me to use whenever I please.” Just like that, he got up again and turned to leave, and Aoi was certain he angled his body so he could see him unlock the door on purpose. He had to smile to himself as he got up, brushing his knees and reaching for his drink.
He hadn't noticed the door even had a lock.
The ride up from the lobby was torture. He'd managed not to think about his blue balls most of the day, the live being the easiest part. He'd lost himself in the music and adrenaline, but now that they were finished up and at the hotel, it was impossible not to think about what Ruki had promised him earlier when he'd whispered in his ear between sound tests, hand cupping his ass discreetly. Since then, he'd also fucked Aoi's mouth and left him kneeling in a dressing room, so he felt entirely justified in wishing the damned elevator would hurry the fuck up.
Just as the doors slid open, Ruki spoke up from the back. “I'll be with you in five, I have to go get something from my room.”
Kai stifled a laugh, and Reita slapped Aoi's shoulder with a grin. “Sounds like I'll have something nice to listen to before bed.”
“Good thing his room is between ours again, or the rumours would end us all,” Uruha said and shook his head, though he was smiling as well.
Aoi dashed to his room before anyone else could say anything. “Good night, guys!” He left his door unlocked and rushed to the bathroom, splashing some cold water on his face and brushing his hair back. Rationally, he knew only Ruki was aware of his exhibitionism kink, but right then, it felt like the entire band had conspired to tease him.
The click of the lock pulled him back to the present, and he ducked his head out of the bathroom to check that the door hadn't shut on him, only to see Ruki setting down a bag in one of the armchairs and unzipping it. Without so much as a glance in Aoi's direction, he took out a pair of gloves, pulling them on and flexing his fingers. “Don't rush, take your time and get ready. I'll be waiting.”
He nodded, but didn't move right away, watching Ruki for a moment longer before he slipped back into the bathroom to empty his bladder. He could honestly use a second to breathe, just the sight of Ruki was already exciting him. He'd wonder why, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to make the connection after two days of orgasm denial, not when faced with the prospect of finally getting his release.
When he slipped back out a minute later, Ruki was sitting on his bed, legs crossed, with something lying over his lap that almost took Aoi's breath away when he realised what it was. A black leather flogger, tails resting neatly on the bed, drawing Aoi's attention to them, and he sucked in a deep breath before he spoke. “For me?”
“If you're a good boy, maybe.” Aoi internally cursed himself for having revealed early on how much he enjoyed impact play, but he nodded nonetheless. Ruki placed his hands on the bed behind him and leaned back on his arms, gaze trailing down his body and back up again, settling on his face. “Clothes off, slowly.”
Aoi gripped the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and revealing his chest, making sure to take his time as instructed. He wanted to earn his reward, even if stripping for Ruki was making his skin tingle in strange ways. One would think after spending hours on a stage, with lights illuminating him and hundreds of eyes following his every move, just one person watching him wouldn't be a big deal. At the same time, Ruki being his audience made it a huge deal. And unlike the fans, Ruki's expression was evaluating, cold, as though judging Aoi for his performance already.
He very well might be, Aoi thought to himself and reached for his belt, trying to act more confident than he felt, curling his lips into a smug grin. Truth was, he felt scrutinised, deliciously so, and he almost regretted having removed his makeup, because the blush on his cheeks would soon be obvious without it. Once he had them open, he slid his trousers down his legs slowly, lifting his feet out one by one, removing his socks while he was at it.
Ruki's gaze seemed to light his skin on fire the more he revealed, and Aoi turned around to take his boxers off, hoping he could get away with pretending like it was for teasing purposes. He swayed his hips while he bared his ass, bending over this time to pull the last piece of clothing all the way down to pool around his ankles, holding the position for a moment to hopefully entice Ruki as well. He was far too sore and tired to bother folding his clothes, so he just threw them on top of his suitcase and turned around, cocking his head and planting one hand on his hip, waiting for the next order.
A pointed nod downwards was all it took, he was on his knees in a heartbeat. Ruki's lips curled momentarily, but Aoi didn't let it faze him. He would play nice until he earned his flogging, but if Ruki thought that meant he wouldn't make him work for it later, he was sorely mistaken. “You're hard already, what's the matter? Are you that much of a desperate slut?” Aoi didn't answer, just kept his arms at his sides, meeting Ruki's gaze directly. “Don't want to admit it, huh? That's alright, your body tells me all I need to know. Touch yourself.”
Not what Aoi had expected, but he brushed his fingers along his dick, biting down on his lip to keep quiet. Of course he was hard, Ruki had been toying with him pretty much all tour, and it had been days since his last orgasm. Just slowly brushing his fingers up and down was torture, but he wanted to build up arousal slowly. As strange as it may have sounded to anyone else, Aoi was hoping Ruki would keep denying him longer. He sighed quietly when his fingers circled his head, though Ruki undoubtedly heard him. “You can do better than that. Come on, show me how badly you want me.”
Reluctantly, Aoi wrapped his hand around his dick, spreading his legs and leaning back on his left arm, stroking himself with the right. Ruki was still just watching him, flogger draped in his lap, expression neutral, leaning towards bored. It was so fucking hot, though Aoi would never admit that. It didn't help that he was starting to make more noise now, and he still remembered what Reita and Uruha had said. His room was right between theirs, and apparently, the walls were thin enough that they'd heard him get fucked the other night.
He couldn't help but wonder if they were leaning against the wall, trying to hear him. Reita had hinted that he'd liked it, what about Uruha? Had he put in a pair of earplugs and gone to sleep? Or was he jerking off as well, listening for sounds coming from Aoi's room? Was Kai touching himself two doors down, picturing Aoi getting fucked, imagining the ways Ruki could be ruining him? He let slip a louder moan, pushing his hips up against his hand, as though he hoped he'd hear something through the walls. As embarrassing as it was, it excited him thinking about his bandmates knowing what a slut he was, and he hoped they were enjoying whatever lewd fantasies he was providing them with, whether directly or indirectly.
He was rocking his hips now, meeting the movements of his hand, and he shot Ruki a pleading look. “Ruki, please.”
“Yeah, you're enjoying this a little too much, aren't you? Remember, you're not doing this for your pleasure, you're doing it for mine.” He uncrossed his legs, spreading them enough that Aoi could tell he was getting hard, and rubbed one hand over his crotch. “Watching your pathetic display of depravity entertains me, but you still don't get to cum until I say so. Because you love being used so much that even though you have free will, you choose to reject it to be my toy. You want to be controlled.”
“I'm close.” He should have denied it, should have defended himself, but Ruki was right. Specifically, he wanted Ruki to control him, put him in his place. Ruki answered his breathless whines with a grin, picking up the flogger and getting up, crossing the distance between them. He regarded Aoi for a moment, the way his hand moved over his dick, his chest rising and falling, covered anew in sweat, and crouched down to whisper in his ear.
“Maybe I should just let you cum.” Aoi gritted his teeth, and he could hear the amusement in Ruki's voice. “I know that's not what you want. You could have jerked off by yourself, if you'd wanted to get rid of the blue balls. There's a different reason you came to me.” He straightened up, shaking out the falls of the flogger, and Aoi couldn't help but let his gaze be drawn to it. The leather looked stiff, like it would sting painfully, and his abs flexed and tensed as he struggled to keep moving his hand but not cum.
“Stop.” Immediately, Aoi took his hand off his dick, grateful that Ruki hadn't made him continue, but also aching with need. His dick flexed, a drop of precum trailing down the head, and he couldn't help but moan when Ruki gripped his hair. Unlike earlier, when he'd been trying not to mess it up before the live, his grip was firm now, tugging on the strands and forcing Aoi forwards, onto his hands and knees. “Was this what you wanted, whore? To be edged over and over, denied orgasm until you're aching for it?”
It was, but it was only part of it, and Aoi sighed shakily when leather brushed his skin, trailing up over his ass before disappearing again. He arched his back, pushing his hips up in the hopes of conveying what he really wanted, looking up at Ruki through hooded eyes. “Have I earned your present yet?”
Ruki seemed pleased for a moment, before his expression hardened again, hand trailing over his crotch, groping himself through his slacks. “Beg me to hurt you.”
Perhaps encouraged by Ruki's obvious enjoyment and recalling something that had been on his list of kinks, Aoi boldly bent down to kiss the top of his foot, closing his eyes and letting his lips linger reverently. When Ruki didn't push him away, he dragged his tongue flat from his toes up to his ankle, stopping when his nose brushed the leg of his trousers. “Please, hurt me.” He tilted his head to see Ruki's reaction, kissing the side of his foot. Ruki was gathering the falls in his hand, stretching the flogger taut, and Aoi desperately needed to feel them rain down on his skin. “I want you to hurt me so bad, please.”
The first hit was light, Ruki letting gravity do the work in bringing the flogger down on his ass, but he moaned for it nonetheless, pressing another kiss to his foot. A weight pressed down on his back, and he smiled eagerly when he realised Ruki was stepping on him, planting his foot between his shoulderblades and forcing his torso down against the hotel room floor. A light smack to his ass, followed by another to the other cheek, and Aoi was almost grinding his hips against nothing. “Please, flog me properly.”
“Alright, since you're that desperate for it.” The weight disappeared from Aoi's back, but he didn't get to mourn it for long. A firm tug on his hair forced him to get on his feet, and he was bent over the bed, Ruki's hand at the back of his head holding him down for a moment, pressing his face into the covers. He pretended to squirm, moving into a comfortable position where his ass was raised, legs spread, and he could grip the sheets without slipping off. “Now, remember, we might have an audience, so unless you want them to know just how much of a painslut you are, you'd do well to keep your pathetic moans down.”
He brought the flogger down on Aoi's ass, and he buried his face in the bed, groaning quietly. It was oh so tempting to just loudly profess his love for the suffering Ruki was inflicting on him, but he might regret that later when the rest of the band teased him for it and he had to deal with constant boners at work. Ruki was smart enough to keep the weight at the back of his head, holding him down and keeping him from being too loud. The result was that Aoi had a hard time breathing properly, but it was a small price to pay for how arousing it was to be pinned to the bed and flogged, unable to move.
His hands fisted the sheets when his ass was struck again, but Ruki was still being gentle with him, and he growled in frustration. He turned his head enough to speak, panting a few times and taking another hit, having to work on sounding cocky despite how inferior he felt. “Is that the best you've got?”
To his credit, Ruki didn't hesitate, sounding entirely unsurprised, though he did pause for a moment. “Ah, finally got your sass back, I see. What's the matter, were you enjoying yourself too much earlier?”
“I just wanted to be a good boy so I could earn my reward.” Aoi opened his eyes when the hand in his hair disappeared, just in time to see Ruki leaning over him to whisper in his ear.
“You can be a bad boy and earn it too, you know.” His hand trailed over Aoi's ass, and he flinched, making Ruki chuckle. “I half expected you to disobey, mouth off or keep touching yourself when I told you to stop, just so I would have to punish you. By the way you're acting, it seems more like that's what you really want.”
In a swift movement, he stepped back and swung his arm, striking Aoi with such force that he cried out. He wasn't even embarrassed that he'd proved Ruki right, he was just relieved that he wasn't still holding back. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
“I'm sure you don't.” The tails rained down on his ass, leaving behind red, stinging marks on his skin, and Aoi gritted his teeth in an effort to be quiet. “Just like I'm sure your cock isn't throbbing between your legs right now, aching with desire, even though all I'm doing is flogging you.”
“Shut up,” Aoi mumbled, burying his face in the covers again, struggling to hold still now that Ruki was no longer going easy on him. His body instinctively wanted to turn away, shield his stinging ass from the constant strikes, but he kept his legs spread and his hips in place, trying not to tense up.
“You asked for this, remember? You begged for it, so you can pretend you don't love it all you want, but I know what you really crave.” Ruki ran his fingers up Aoi's thigh, the soft leather gliding smoothly over his skin, making him shudder. He cupped Aoi's balls in his hand, squeezing them gently and drawing a choked whine from his lips before stepping back, no longer touching him at all.
Aoi expected another hit, but moments passed, and nothing happened. He turned his head again, panting softly and looking up at Ruki, who was just watching him, the tails of the flogger gathered in his hand. He wasn't moving, and Aoi bit his lip, knowing what he was waiting for, but reluctant to give in. His cheeks were already burning with shame, and he found it hard to meet Ruki's eyes, but the humiliation was almost overwhelmingly arousing.
“Please,” he whispered, arching his back as much as he could, though remaining in the same position. Ruki didn't even acknowledge him, and a shaky moan slipped past Aoi's lips, bordering on a whine. “Don't stop.”
Ruki's laughter had a mocking tone to it, and Aoi almost wanted to sink into the ground, but he couldn't deny that he loved it, especially when he followed up with another lash of the flogger. Aoi decided to just surrender to the pleasure for now, burying his face in the sheets so he didn't have to hold back, letting himself bask in every hit. Ruki had perfect aim and a good sense of rhythm, naturally enough. Every time the stinging sensation started fading, it flared back up again, almost on the verge of being too much, yet Aoi couldn't bear to pull away.
He was certain he was leaking precum at this point. Between all the edging he'd been subjected to lately and the delicious pain Ruki was inflicting on him, he was almost desperate with arousal. He needed Ruki to take him, use him, but he also didn't want the flogging to stop. It was a delicious dilemma, and Aoi was glad he didn't have to choose, more than happy to let Ruki decide for him. He could just lie there and take it, didn't have to think about anything at all, besides trying to keep his pained cries to a minimum, just in case.
A particularly hard lash to his upper thighs had Aoi curling in on himself, biting back a soft sob, and Ruki hummed, apparently pleased with the reaction. “Are you ready to be a good bitch?” Aoi nodded quietly, sliding off the bed and crouching next to it, watching Ruki expectantly and panting for air. “Aw, poor Aoi, did you enjoy yourself a little too much?”
Aoi turned his head away, not trusting his voice not to break if he tried to reply, and it wasn't like Ruki needed verbal confirmation. His dick was evidence enough, and it took considerable effort not to just reach down and brush his fingers along it, give himself some sort of physical stimulation. He somehow managed to restrain himself, eventually glancing up at Ruki, wondering what was taking so long. Even through his slacks, he could tell he was just as hard as Aoi was, so why was he dragging it out?
“On the bed, on your back.” Aoi obeyed without a moment's hesitance, and Ruki grinned down at him. “Aren't you a good little slut all of a sudden? Prep.”
Aoi's cheeks heated up at the taunting praise, but one thing wasn't right, and he looked around him to see if maybe Ruki had left something on the bed. He couldn't see anything, and he bit his lip, looking up to meet Ruki's gaze again. “Um, would you mind handing me the lube?”
“You won't be needing it.” His tone left no room for discussion, and a shiver ran down Aoi's spine, sending tingles all the way down to his toes.
The premise of having to prepare himself with nothing but spit should really not be as hot as it was, but he tried again, just in case Ruki was only toying with him. “I'm supposed to finger myself dry?”
Ruki placed the flogger down in the armchair with his bag, turning back to face Aoi and crossing his arms over his chest. “If you want to be fucked tonight, yes.”
“May I at least use saliva?”
Ruki hummed like he was considering it, stepping closer to the bed and motioning for Aoi to lift his hand, gripping his wrist when he did. He pursed his lips and dribbled into Aoi's open palm, spitting on his fingers for good measure before he moved away again. Aoi moaned quietly, quickly bending his knees and reaching down between his legs, rubbing some of Ruki's spit over his hole before slowly pushing one finger in.
It stung, but nowhere near as bad as his thighs and ass, and Aoi found the added pain just made everything better. Fine, so he was a painslut, he didn't really care when the shame just fed his arousal and plunged him deeper into that hazy state of mind where nothing mattered besides pleasure. He didn't even care that he was moaning softly, thrusting his finger into himself and meeting Ruki's cold stare, even though he must seem utterly pathetic.
He gripped his thigh with his left hand, holding himself spread out for Ruki's amusement, pushing two fingers into himself with a quiet gasp. Hopefully now that he had a regular partner, he'd become looser and looser until he could take Ruki without even needing prep. It was a nice thought, at least, especially considering he was already desperate to be filled, consequences be damned. His fingers alone were far from satisfying when he had the delicious view of Ruki just out of arm's reach, his trousers bulging in the front and drawing Aoi's gaze to it like a moth to a flame.
“Ruki.” His voice came out as a whine, but it wasn't like he could blush any more than he already was, anyway.
“So needy already, are you sure you don't want to stretch yourself a little more?” Ruki cocked his head, eyes dropping pointedly to Aoi's fingers in his ass.
“Please, use me.” He slipped a third finger in, groaning at how tight he was, the saliva barely doing anything at this point. At least Ruki turned and reached into his bag again, taking out a condom and pulling his zipper down, not even looking at Aoi when he spoke.
“Spread your legs for me, whore.” Aoi nodded, pulling his fingers out of himself and gripping behind his knees, barely containing his excitement at the prospect of being able to see Ruki's face while he fucked him. Ruki was still wearing all his clothes when he settled between his open legs, holding his dick to Aoi's entrance and slowly pushing in, gritting his teeth with a low grunt. “I don't understand how such a cockslut can be so fucking tight.”
Aoi watched Ruki's cock disappear into his ass bit by bit, moaning when he was finally stretched the way he wanted to be. “We can do something about that.”
“True, once you've taken both my fists at once I'm sure you'll be permanently ruined.” Ruki slowly rocked his hips, testing the resistance of Aoi's body. “Or we can get you a plug, so you're always ready for me and I don't even have to tell you to prep, can just bend you in half and take you anytime I want.”
The thought had Aoi nodding eagerly, though he had a feeling he was too deep in arousal by now to properly consider the suggestion, anyway. He just liked listening to Ruki talk, all the hot fantasies he could spin for him, playing into so many of his kinks, whether he was ready to actually try them out or not. He was sure Ruki knew it, could tell exactly how much he was affecting him, and he found it hard to meet his eyes, but he loved the view too much to look away.
Ruki gave a few thrusts of his hips, seeming pleased when Aoi moaned again, shifting his stance, though careful not to slip out of his ass. Before Aoi could guess what he was planning, his hands were ripped away from his legs, pinned down above his head in such a way that Ruki could grip both his wrists with one hand. The other clamped over his mouth and nose, and he wrapped his legs around Ruki's waist, pulling him closer in an attempt to let him know how much he appreciated the gesture.
The taste and feel of leather was nearly intoxicating, and if only Aoi could draw his breath, he was sure he would be taking in the smell with deep drags. As it was, he couldn't even gasp, couldn't moan, only managed a short grunt when Ruki leaned close, holding his gaze as he whispered quietly. “That's it, just take it easy. If you're a good slut and pass out for me like this, I could invite someone over.”
Fuck, he really shouldn't be enjoying that prospect as much as he was. He clenched around Ruki's dick, unable to communicate his enjoyment any other way, but it seemed he got his point across. “Yeah, you like that thought, don't you? I could tie you up with your legs spread, ass gaping, with 'free anal' written on your thighs. Let a bunch of guys fuck you, let you wake up with cum dripping from both your holes, thoroughly used like the fucktoy you are.”
He lifted his hand, and Aoi heaved for air, exhaling it in desperate moans. Ruki laughed, cutting him off again, though this time, he leaned some of his weight on Aoi's face, pressing him into the bed. “That's right, you just enjoy yourself, maybe I'll be nice and let you breathe.” He adjusted his angle and raised his hips, winking down at Aoi before starting up a rhythm of hard thrusts that had him wriggling beneath him.
He was perfectly content where he was, pinned down by Ruki's body, unable to breathe or do anything but lie there and take it. He needed this, needed to feel like a piece of meat, objectified in the most delicious of ways, and Ruki was satisfying him completely. His ass would be sore in the morning, but he couldn't bring himself to care, not when every thrust of Ruki's cock inside him pushed him closer to the edge.
He hadn't even noticed how much his chest was burning until the hand choking him disappeared, and he panted for air, trying to calm his breathing enough that he could speak. “Please, may I cum?”
Another laugh, and this time, Aoi turned his head, closing his eyes and letting the shame wash over him. “You want to cum like this? With my cock in your ass, welts and bruises covering your skin, legs spread like a depraved slut?”
“Please.”
“Do it yourself.” Ruki let go of his wrists and straightened up, grabbing his thighs instead, and the change in angle drew a shaky moan from Aoi. He was quick to reach between them, wrapping his fingers around himself and stroking to the rhythm of Ruki's thrusts, nearly sobbing from all the stimulation. How Ruki managed to keep pounding into him, barely missing a beat after how long he'd been teasing him, Aoi had no idea, but he appreciated his stamina.
He arched his back, buried his hand in the sheets and held on for dear life, finally daring to open his eyes and admire the sight of Ruki between his legs. His hair was falling into his face, still styled from the live, his sleeves were riding up and exposing some of his tattoos, and his fingers were digging into Aoi's trembling thighs, using them as leverage to push into him, over and over until he couldn't hold back anymore.
He came with a soft gasp, cum spattering his skin, dripping down his hand as he stroked himself through it. Ruki followed only seconds later, groaning and grinding his hips against Aoi's, and he wished he could save his blissful expression in his mind forever. Ruki was truly a sight to behold, but before Aoi could even catch his breath, he pulled out without another word.
He threw the condom in the bin and tucked himself back in, zipping up and heading to the bathroom, not sparing Aoi as much as a glance. He gaped after him, a little surprised that he'd simply left, but a lot more surprised at his own reaction. As though he hadn't cum barely a minute ago, his dick twitched and his heart fluttered in his chest, taking his breath away. Either it just played into his humiliation kink, or Aoi had a thing for being fucked and left. Every time Ruki silently walked away, it intensified the feeling of being used, objectified. It was degrading in the most delicious of ways.
He basked in the moment for a while longer before he got up and followed Ruki, who was already in the shower, washing his hair when he got there. “Thank you.”
“Ah, there you are.” Ruki turned around to pull him closer, hands on his hips, eyes searching his face. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I thought that was obvious.” Aoi's cheeks went red again, and Ruki smiled, but he didn't move or let him go just yet.
“It's important that we communicate, Aoi. If there's anything I do or say that you want me to change, please tell me. I only want to do things to you that you like, and if there's something I can do to make it better for you, I want to know about it.”
Aoi shook his head, moving them under the water so he had an excuse to close his eyes. Meeting Ruki's gaze was a little intense if he was also going to bare his soul. “You've been perfect so far. The dirty talk is really, really working for me.”
Ruki gave a snort, like he were stifling a laugh. “Slut.”
“You realise we have to get up at ass o'clock in the morning, right? Don't get me hard again, I'd like to get at least a little sleep, so maybe my body won't give out on me by the end of the tour.”
The grin Ruki sent him made him shudder. “We'll see about that.”
Chapter: 3/5
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Ruki/Aoi
Genre: porn with some plot
Rating: NC-17
Content: anal, oral, BDSM, sexting, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, anal play, humiliation, painplay, consensual non-consent, impact play, cumplay, glove kink, exhibitionism, bondage, begging, anonymity, light foot play, breathplay,
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: ~5,800
Comment: So I know I said this was only going to be three chapters total, but the final chapter is turning out to be so long that I'm dividing it into two. What can I say, I had a lot I wanted to express and explore. This part is entirely self-indulgent smut, enjoy.
“Kneel.”
Aoi nearly jumped out of his own skin when he heard Ruki's voice out of nowhere. He looked around the fortunately empty dressing room, momentarily pausing at Ruki's impatient face, then up at the clock hanging on the wall to check the time. “You know the live starts in just under two hours, right?”
“What happened to 'I'll get on my knees for you no matter where we are'?”
Did Ruki think he was having second thoughts? Aoi quickly set his phone on the vanity table in front of him and slid out of his seat, going to his knees on the floor. He'd said he trusted Ruki, and he meant it. “I'm sorry.”
Ruki hummed, but didn't say anything further. Aoi kept his eyes on him while he smoothed out his stage costume, hoping it wouldn't get noticeably wrinkled. Ruki was still watching him, and his cheeks started heating up under several layers of makeup. He felt objectified under Ruki's gaze, deliciously akin to a thing, just there for his amusement. He wasn't even doing anything to him yet, but with every second that passed, Aoi noticed his arousal growing. He might have to find an ice pack for his crotch before the live started at this rate.
After what might as well have been a lifetime of just watching for all Aoi knew, Ruki finally stepped closer, wordlessly reaching down to unzip his trousers. When his hand settled at the back of Aoi's head, he parted his lips, letting his cock slip between them with a soft moan. He tried to rest his hands on Ruki's thighs, but as soon as he touched him, Ruki pulled out of his mouth. “Hands off.”
Aoi couldn't resist pouting, though he did as he was told, resting his hands in his lap again, pleased when Ruki pushed back in. He kept his thrusts shallow, possibly to avoid smearing Aoi's makeup too much, the hand at the back of his head keeping him in place while he used his mouth as something to jerk off with. He was still watching him with an almost bored expression, eyes seeming to pierce his soul, reminding him what a slut he was without needing to say it out loud. Aoi kind of wished he'd do it anyway.
Being a slut was half the fun, after all. There was just something so exciting about being on his knees in a dressing room, shamelessly sucking Ruki's dick, struggling to keep quiet so nobody would discover them. Of course, he would gladly have let Ruki fuck his face in the middle of the hallway, but that would require far too many people consenting to something they probably weren't interested in seeing in the first place. He'd have to settle for muffling his moans and avoiding slurping too loudly whenever Ruki's cock brushed the back of his throat.
It was so, so tempting to shift his hands, to flutter his fingers over his crotch and give himself some relief from the teasing pleasure, but he dug his fingers into his thighs instead. If the past week was any indication, he probably wouldn't be allowed to cum anytime soon, and he would need the boner to go away before he went on stage later. It was already arousing enough just having his face fucked in such a nonchalant manner, he was practically squirming in his spot, needy with desire to have Ruki finish in his mouth, to satisfy him completely.
Ruki didn't keep him waiting, perhaps more conscious of the time constraint than he let on, snapping his hips faster against Aoi's face. “Swallow every last drop.” He didn't bother closing his mouth when he was done giving the order, and Aoi loved the sound of his harsh breaths, like a crack in the otherwise perfect façade. Just knowing that he'd been useful, had brought him pleasure with his mouth and his obedience was enough to draw a shaky moan from him, muffled by Ruki's cock sliding down his throat.
He concentrated on swallowing without making a mess, drinking Ruki's cum eagerly, admiring the pleasure on his face and the way his brows furrowed while he filled Aoi's mouth over and over. Once he seemed to have caught his breath, he pulled away, tucking himself in and zipping back up, looking Aoi up and down. “What, did you like that? Does being objectified get you hard?”
Aoi licked his lips before shooting Ruki a coy smile. “Don't suppose you're going to let me cum no matter what I answer, huh?”
A hint of a grin passed over Ruki's face, and he crouched down in front of him, just barely trailing his fingers over his crotch, making him shudder. “This is not for your enjoyment. You're just a hole for me to use whenever I please.” Just like that, he got up again and turned to leave, and Aoi was certain he angled his body so he could see him unlock the door on purpose. He had to smile to himself as he got up, brushing his knees and reaching for his drink.
He hadn't noticed the door even had a lock.
The ride up from the lobby was torture. He'd managed not to think about his blue balls most of the day, the live being the easiest part. He'd lost himself in the music and adrenaline, but now that they were finished up and at the hotel, it was impossible not to think about what Ruki had promised him earlier when he'd whispered in his ear between sound tests, hand cupping his ass discreetly. Since then, he'd also fucked Aoi's mouth and left him kneeling in a dressing room, so he felt entirely justified in wishing the damned elevator would hurry the fuck up.
Just as the doors slid open, Ruki spoke up from the back. “I'll be with you in five, I have to go get something from my room.”
Kai stifled a laugh, and Reita slapped Aoi's shoulder with a grin. “Sounds like I'll have something nice to listen to before bed.”
“Good thing his room is between ours again, or the rumours would end us all,” Uruha said and shook his head, though he was smiling as well.
Aoi dashed to his room before anyone else could say anything. “Good night, guys!” He left his door unlocked and rushed to the bathroom, splashing some cold water on his face and brushing his hair back. Rationally, he knew only Ruki was aware of his exhibitionism kink, but right then, it felt like the entire band had conspired to tease him.
The click of the lock pulled him back to the present, and he ducked his head out of the bathroom to check that the door hadn't shut on him, only to see Ruki setting down a bag in one of the armchairs and unzipping it. Without so much as a glance in Aoi's direction, he took out a pair of gloves, pulling them on and flexing his fingers. “Don't rush, take your time and get ready. I'll be waiting.”
He nodded, but didn't move right away, watching Ruki for a moment longer before he slipped back into the bathroom to empty his bladder. He could honestly use a second to breathe, just the sight of Ruki was already exciting him. He'd wonder why, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to make the connection after two days of orgasm denial, not when faced with the prospect of finally getting his release.
When he slipped back out a minute later, Ruki was sitting on his bed, legs crossed, with something lying over his lap that almost took Aoi's breath away when he realised what it was. A black leather flogger, tails resting neatly on the bed, drawing Aoi's attention to them, and he sucked in a deep breath before he spoke. “For me?”
“If you're a good boy, maybe.” Aoi internally cursed himself for having revealed early on how much he enjoyed impact play, but he nodded nonetheless. Ruki placed his hands on the bed behind him and leaned back on his arms, gaze trailing down his body and back up again, settling on his face. “Clothes off, slowly.”
Aoi gripped the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and revealing his chest, making sure to take his time as instructed. He wanted to earn his reward, even if stripping for Ruki was making his skin tingle in strange ways. One would think after spending hours on a stage, with lights illuminating him and hundreds of eyes following his every move, just one person watching him wouldn't be a big deal. At the same time, Ruki being his audience made it a huge deal. And unlike the fans, Ruki's expression was evaluating, cold, as though judging Aoi for his performance already.
He very well might be, Aoi thought to himself and reached for his belt, trying to act more confident than he felt, curling his lips into a smug grin. Truth was, he felt scrutinised, deliciously so, and he almost regretted having removed his makeup, because the blush on his cheeks would soon be obvious without it. Once he had them open, he slid his trousers down his legs slowly, lifting his feet out one by one, removing his socks while he was at it.
Ruki's gaze seemed to light his skin on fire the more he revealed, and Aoi turned around to take his boxers off, hoping he could get away with pretending like it was for teasing purposes. He swayed his hips while he bared his ass, bending over this time to pull the last piece of clothing all the way down to pool around his ankles, holding the position for a moment to hopefully entice Ruki as well. He was far too sore and tired to bother folding his clothes, so he just threw them on top of his suitcase and turned around, cocking his head and planting one hand on his hip, waiting for the next order.
A pointed nod downwards was all it took, he was on his knees in a heartbeat. Ruki's lips curled momentarily, but Aoi didn't let it faze him. He would play nice until he earned his flogging, but if Ruki thought that meant he wouldn't make him work for it later, he was sorely mistaken. “You're hard already, what's the matter? Are you that much of a desperate slut?” Aoi didn't answer, just kept his arms at his sides, meeting Ruki's gaze directly. “Don't want to admit it, huh? That's alright, your body tells me all I need to know. Touch yourself.”
Not what Aoi had expected, but he brushed his fingers along his dick, biting down on his lip to keep quiet. Of course he was hard, Ruki had been toying with him pretty much all tour, and it had been days since his last orgasm. Just slowly brushing his fingers up and down was torture, but he wanted to build up arousal slowly. As strange as it may have sounded to anyone else, Aoi was hoping Ruki would keep denying him longer. He sighed quietly when his fingers circled his head, though Ruki undoubtedly heard him. “You can do better than that. Come on, show me how badly you want me.”
Reluctantly, Aoi wrapped his hand around his dick, spreading his legs and leaning back on his left arm, stroking himself with the right. Ruki was still just watching him, flogger draped in his lap, expression neutral, leaning towards bored. It was so fucking hot, though Aoi would never admit that. It didn't help that he was starting to make more noise now, and he still remembered what Reita and Uruha had said. His room was right between theirs, and apparently, the walls were thin enough that they'd heard him get fucked the other night.
He couldn't help but wonder if they were leaning against the wall, trying to hear him. Reita had hinted that he'd liked it, what about Uruha? Had he put in a pair of earplugs and gone to sleep? Or was he jerking off as well, listening for sounds coming from Aoi's room? Was Kai touching himself two doors down, picturing Aoi getting fucked, imagining the ways Ruki could be ruining him? He let slip a louder moan, pushing his hips up against his hand, as though he hoped he'd hear something through the walls. As embarrassing as it was, it excited him thinking about his bandmates knowing what a slut he was, and he hoped they were enjoying whatever lewd fantasies he was providing them with, whether directly or indirectly.
He was rocking his hips now, meeting the movements of his hand, and he shot Ruki a pleading look. “Ruki, please.”
“Yeah, you're enjoying this a little too much, aren't you? Remember, you're not doing this for your pleasure, you're doing it for mine.” He uncrossed his legs, spreading them enough that Aoi could tell he was getting hard, and rubbed one hand over his crotch. “Watching your pathetic display of depravity entertains me, but you still don't get to cum until I say so. Because you love being used so much that even though you have free will, you choose to reject it to be my toy. You want to be controlled.”
“I'm close.” He should have denied it, should have defended himself, but Ruki was right. Specifically, he wanted Ruki to control him, put him in his place. Ruki answered his breathless whines with a grin, picking up the flogger and getting up, crossing the distance between them. He regarded Aoi for a moment, the way his hand moved over his dick, his chest rising and falling, covered anew in sweat, and crouched down to whisper in his ear.
“Maybe I should just let you cum.” Aoi gritted his teeth, and he could hear the amusement in Ruki's voice. “I know that's not what you want. You could have jerked off by yourself, if you'd wanted to get rid of the blue balls. There's a different reason you came to me.” He straightened up, shaking out the falls of the flogger, and Aoi couldn't help but let his gaze be drawn to it. The leather looked stiff, like it would sting painfully, and his abs flexed and tensed as he struggled to keep moving his hand but not cum.
“Stop.” Immediately, Aoi took his hand off his dick, grateful that Ruki hadn't made him continue, but also aching with need. His dick flexed, a drop of precum trailing down the head, and he couldn't help but moan when Ruki gripped his hair. Unlike earlier, when he'd been trying not to mess it up before the live, his grip was firm now, tugging on the strands and forcing Aoi forwards, onto his hands and knees. “Was this what you wanted, whore? To be edged over and over, denied orgasm until you're aching for it?”
It was, but it was only part of it, and Aoi sighed shakily when leather brushed his skin, trailing up over his ass before disappearing again. He arched his back, pushing his hips up in the hopes of conveying what he really wanted, looking up at Ruki through hooded eyes. “Have I earned your present yet?”
Ruki seemed pleased for a moment, before his expression hardened again, hand trailing over his crotch, groping himself through his slacks. “Beg me to hurt you.”
Perhaps encouraged by Ruki's obvious enjoyment and recalling something that had been on his list of kinks, Aoi boldly bent down to kiss the top of his foot, closing his eyes and letting his lips linger reverently. When Ruki didn't push him away, he dragged his tongue flat from his toes up to his ankle, stopping when his nose brushed the leg of his trousers. “Please, hurt me.” He tilted his head to see Ruki's reaction, kissing the side of his foot. Ruki was gathering the falls in his hand, stretching the flogger taut, and Aoi desperately needed to feel them rain down on his skin. “I want you to hurt me so bad, please.”
The first hit was light, Ruki letting gravity do the work in bringing the flogger down on his ass, but he moaned for it nonetheless, pressing another kiss to his foot. A weight pressed down on his back, and he smiled eagerly when he realised Ruki was stepping on him, planting his foot between his shoulderblades and forcing his torso down against the hotel room floor. A light smack to his ass, followed by another to the other cheek, and Aoi was almost grinding his hips against nothing. “Please, flog me properly.”
“Alright, since you're that desperate for it.” The weight disappeared from Aoi's back, but he didn't get to mourn it for long. A firm tug on his hair forced him to get on his feet, and he was bent over the bed, Ruki's hand at the back of his head holding him down for a moment, pressing his face into the covers. He pretended to squirm, moving into a comfortable position where his ass was raised, legs spread, and he could grip the sheets without slipping off. “Now, remember, we might have an audience, so unless you want them to know just how much of a painslut you are, you'd do well to keep your pathetic moans down.”
He brought the flogger down on Aoi's ass, and he buried his face in the bed, groaning quietly. It was oh so tempting to just loudly profess his love for the suffering Ruki was inflicting on him, but he might regret that later when the rest of the band teased him for it and he had to deal with constant boners at work. Ruki was smart enough to keep the weight at the back of his head, holding him down and keeping him from being too loud. The result was that Aoi had a hard time breathing properly, but it was a small price to pay for how arousing it was to be pinned to the bed and flogged, unable to move.
His hands fisted the sheets when his ass was struck again, but Ruki was still being gentle with him, and he growled in frustration. He turned his head enough to speak, panting a few times and taking another hit, having to work on sounding cocky despite how inferior he felt. “Is that the best you've got?”
To his credit, Ruki didn't hesitate, sounding entirely unsurprised, though he did pause for a moment. “Ah, finally got your sass back, I see. What's the matter, were you enjoying yourself too much earlier?”
“I just wanted to be a good boy so I could earn my reward.” Aoi opened his eyes when the hand in his hair disappeared, just in time to see Ruki leaning over him to whisper in his ear.
“You can be a bad boy and earn it too, you know.” His hand trailed over Aoi's ass, and he flinched, making Ruki chuckle. “I half expected you to disobey, mouth off or keep touching yourself when I told you to stop, just so I would have to punish you. By the way you're acting, it seems more like that's what you really want.”
In a swift movement, he stepped back and swung his arm, striking Aoi with such force that he cried out. He wasn't even embarrassed that he'd proved Ruki right, he was just relieved that he wasn't still holding back. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
“I'm sure you don't.” The tails rained down on his ass, leaving behind red, stinging marks on his skin, and Aoi gritted his teeth in an effort to be quiet. “Just like I'm sure your cock isn't throbbing between your legs right now, aching with desire, even though all I'm doing is flogging you.”
“Shut up,” Aoi mumbled, burying his face in the covers again, struggling to hold still now that Ruki was no longer going easy on him. His body instinctively wanted to turn away, shield his stinging ass from the constant strikes, but he kept his legs spread and his hips in place, trying not to tense up.
“You asked for this, remember? You begged for it, so you can pretend you don't love it all you want, but I know what you really crave.” Ruki ran his fingers up Aoi's thigh, the soft leather gliding smoothly over his skin, making him shudder. He cupped Aoi's balls in his hand, squeezing them gently and drawing a choked whine from his lips before stepping back, no longer touching him at all.
Aoi expected another hit, but moments passed, and nothing happened. He turned his head again, panting softly and looking up at Ruki, who was just watching him, the tails of the flogger gathered in his hand. He wasn't moving, and Aoi bit his lip, knowing what he was waiting for, but reluctant to give in. His cheeks were already burning with shame, and he found it hard to meet Ruki's eyes, but the humiliation was almost overwhelmingly arousing.
“Please,” he whispered, arching his back as much as he could, though remaining in the same position. Ruki didn't even acknowledge him, and a shaky moan slipped past Aoi's lips, bordering on a whine. “Don't stop.”
Ruki's laughter had a mocking tone to it, and Aoi almost wanted to sink into the ground, but he couldn't deny that he loved it, especially when he followed up with another lash of the flogger. Aoi decided to just surrender to the pleasure for now, burying his face in the sheets so he didn't have to hold back, letting himself bask in every hit. Ruki had perfect aim and a good sense of rhythm, naturally enough. Every time the stinging sensation started fading, it flared back up again, almost on the verge of being too much, yet Aoi couldn't bear to pull away.
He was certain he was leaking precum at this point. Between all the edging he'd been subjected to lately and the delicious pain Ruki was inflicting on him, he was almost desperate with arousal. He needed Ruki to take him, use him, but he also didn't want the flogging to stop. It was a delicious dilemma, and Aoi was glad he didn't have to choose, more than happy to let Ruki decide for him. He could just lie there and take it, didn't have to think about anything at all, besides trying to keep his pained cries to a minimum, just in case.
A particularly hard lash to his upper thighs had Aoi curling in on himself, biting back a soft sob, and Ruki hummed, apparently pleased with the reaction. “Are you ready to be a good bitch?” Aoi nodded quietly, sliding off the bed and crouching next to it, watching Ruki expectantly and panting for air. “Aw, poor Aoi, did you enjoy yourself a little too much?”
Aoi turned his head away, not trusting his voice not to break if he tried to reply, and it wasn't like Ruki needed verbal confirmation. His dick was evidence enough, and it took considerable effort not to just reach down and brush his fingers along it, give himself some sort of physical stimulation. He somehow managed to restrain himself, eventually glancing up at Ruki, wondering what was taking so long. Even through his slacks, he could tell he was just as hard as Aoi was, so why was he dragging it out?
“On the bed, on your back.” Aoi obeyed without a moment's hesitance, and Ruki grinned down at him. “Aren't you a good little slut all of a sudden? Prep.”
Aoi's cheeks heated up at the taunting praise, but one thing wasn't right, and he looked around him to see if maybe Ruki had left something on the bed. He couldn't see anything, and he bit his lip, looking up to meet Ruki's gaze again. “Um, would you mind handing me the lube?”
“You won't be needing it.” His tone left no room for discussion, and a shiver ran down Aoi's spine, sending tingles all the way down to his toes.
The premise of having to prepare himself with nothing but spit should really not be as hot as it was, but he tried again, just in case Ruki was only toying with him. “I'm supposed to finger myself dry?”
Ruki placed the flogger down in the armchair with his bag, turning back to face Aoi and crossing his arms over his chest. “If you want to be fucked tonight, yes.”
“May I at least use saliva?”
Ruki hummed like he was considering it, stepping closer to the bed and motioning for Aoi to lift his hand, gripping his wrist when he did. He pursed his lips and dribbled into Aoi's open palm, spitting on his fingers for good measure before he moved away again. Aoi moaned quietly, quickly bending his knees and reaching down between his legs, rubbing some of Ruki's spit over his hole before slowly pushing one finger in.
It stung, but nowhere near as bad as his thighs and ass, and Aoi found the added pain just made everything better. Fine, so he was a painslut, he didn't really care when the shame just fed his arousal and plunged him deeper into that hazy state of mind where nothing mattered besides pleasure. He didn't even care that he was moaning softly, thrusting his finger into himself and meeting Ruki's cold stare, even though he must seem utterly pathetic.
He gripped his thigh with his left hand, holding himself spread out for Ruki's amusement, pushing two fingers into himself with a quiet gasp. Hopefully now that he had a regular partner, he'd become looser and looser until he could take Ruki without even needing prep. It was a nice thought, at least, especially considering he was already desperate to be filled, consequences be damned. His fingers alone were far from satisfying when he had the delicious view of Ruki just out of arm's reach, his trousers bulging in the front and drawing Aoi's gaze to it like a moth to a flame.
“Ruki.” His voice came out as a whine, but it wasn't like he could blush any more than he already was, anyway.
“So needy already, are you sure you don't want to stretch yourself a little more?” Ruki cocked his head, eyes dropping pointedly to Aoi's fingers in his ass.
“Please, use me.” He slipped a third finger in, groaning at how tight he was, the saliva barely doing anything at this point. At least Ruki turned and reached into his bag again, taking out a condom and pulling his zipper down, not even looking at Aoi when he spoke.
“Spread your legs for me, whore.” Aoi nodded, pulling his fingers out of himself and gripping behind his knees, barely containing his excitement at the prospect of being able to see Ruki's face while he fucked him. Ruki was still wearing all his clothes when he settled between his open legs, holding his dick to Aoi's entrance and slowly pushing in, gritting his teeth with a low grunt. “I don't understand how such a cockslut can be so fucking tight.”
Aoi watched Ruki's cock disappear into his ass bit by bit, moaning when he was finally stretched the way he wanted to be. “We can do something about that.”
“True, once you've taken both my fists at once I'm sure you'll be permanently ruined.” Ruki slowly rocked his hips, testing the resistance of Aoi's body. “Or we can get you a plug, so you're always ready for me and I don't even have to tell you to prep, can just bend you in half and take you anytime I want.”
The thought had Aoi nodding eagerly, though he had a feeling he was too deep in arousal by now to properly consider the suggestion, anyway. He just liked listening to Ruki talk, all the hot fantasies he could spin for him, playing into so many of his kinks, whether he was ready to actually try them out or not. He was sure Ruki knew it, could tell exactly how much he was affecting him, and he found it hard to meet his eyes, but he loved the view too much to look away.
Ruki gave a few thrusts of his hips, seeming pleased when Aoi moaned again, shifting his stance, though careful not to slip out of his ass. Before Aoi could guess what he was planning, his hands were ripped away from his legs, pinned down above his head in such a way that Ruki could grip both his wrists with one hand. The other clamped over his mouth and nose, and he wrapped his legs around Ruki's waist, pulling him closer in an attempt to let him know how much he appreciated the gesture.
The taste and feel of leather was nearly intoxicating, and if only Aoi could draw his breath, he was sure he would be taking in the smell with deep drags. As it was, he couldn't even gasp, couldn't moan, only managed a short grunt when Ruki leaned close, holding his gaze as he whispered quietly. “That's it, just take it easy. If you're a good slut and pass out for me like this, I could invite someone over.”
Fuck, he really shouldn't be enjoying that prospect as much as he was. He clenched around Ruki's dick, unable to communicate his enjoyment any other way, but it seemed he got his point across. “Yeah, you like that thought, don't you? I could tie you up with your legs spread, ass gaping, with 'free anal' written on your thighs. Let a bunch of guys fuck you, let you wake up with cum dripping from both your holes, thoroughly used like the fucktoy you are.”
He lifted his hand, and Aoi heaved for air, exhaling it in desperate moans. Ruki laughed, cutting him off again, though this time, he leaned some of his weight on Aoi's face, pressing him into the bed. “That's right, you just enjoy yourself, maybe I'll be nice and let you breathe.” He adjusted his angle and raised his hips, winking down at Aoi before starting up a rhythm of hard thrusts that had him wriggling beneath him.
He was perfectly content where he was, pinned down by Ruki's body, unable to breathe or do anything but lie there and take it. He needed this, needed to feel like a piece of meat, objectified in the most delicious of ways, and Ruki was satisfying him completely. His ass would be sore in the morning, but he couldn't bring himself to care, not when every thrust of Ruki's cock inside him pushed him closer to the edge.
He hadn't even noticed how much his chest was burning until the hand choking him disappeared, and he panted for air, trying to calm his breathing enough that he could speak. “Please, may I cum?”
Another laugh, and this time, Aoi turned his head, closing his eyes and letting the shame wash over him. “You want to cum like this? With my cock in your ass, welts and bruises covering your skin, legs spread like a depraved slut?”
“Please.”
“Do it yourself.” Ruki let go of his wrists and straightened up, grabbing his thighs instead, and the change in angle drew a shaky moan from Aoi. He was quick to reach between them, wrapping his fingers around himself and stroking to the rhythm of Ruki's thrusts, nearly sobbing from all the stimulation. How Ruki managed to keep pounding into him, barely missing a beat after how long he'd been teasing him, Aoi had no idea, but he appreciated his stamina.
He arched his back, buried his hand in the sheets and held on for dear life, finally daring to open his eyes and admire the sight of Ruki between his legs. His hair was falling into his face, still styled from the live, his sleeves were riding up and exposing some of his tattoos, and his fingers were digging into Aoi's trembling thighs, using them as leverage to push into him, over and over until he couldn't hold back anymore.
He came with a soft gasp, cum spattering his skin, dripping down his hand as he stroked himself through it. Ruki followed only seconds later, groaning and grinding his hips against Aoi's, and he wished he could save his blissful expression in his mind forever. Ruki was truly a sight to behold, but before Aoi could even catch his breath, he pulled out without another word.
He threw the condom in the bin and tucked himself back in, zipping up and heading to the bathroom, not sparing Aoi as much as a glance. He gaped after him, a little surprised that he'd simply left, but a lot more surprised at his own reaction. As though he hadn't cum barely a minute ago, his dick twitched and his heart fluttered in his chest, taking his breath away. Either it just played into his humiliation kink, or Aoi had a thing for being fucked and left. Every time Ruki silently walked away, it intensified the feeling of being used, objectified. It was degrading in the most delicious of ways.
He basked in the moment for a while longer before he got up and followed Ruki, who was already in the shower, washing his hair when he got there. “Thank you.”
“Ah, there you are.” Ruki turned around to pull him closer, hands on his hips, eyes searching his face. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I thought that was obvious.” Aoi's cheeks went red again, and Ruki smiled, but he didn't move or let him go just yet.
“It's important that we communicate, Aoi. If there's anything I do or say that you want me to change, please tell me. I only want to do things to you that you like, and if there's something I can do to make it better for you, I want to know about it.”
Aoi shook his head, moving them under the water so he had an excuse to close his eyes. Meeting Ruki's gaze was a little intense if he was also going to bare his soul. “You've been perfect so far. The dirty talk is really, really working for me.”
Ruki gave a snort, like he were stifling a laugh. “Slut.”
“You realise we have to get up at ass o'clock in the morning, right? Don't get me hard again, I'd like to get at least a little sleep, so maybe my body won't give out on me by the end of the tour.”
The grin Ruki sent him made him shudder. “We'll see about that.”