Uncovered (4/5)
Title: Uncovered
Chapter: 4/5
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, dacryphilia, bodily fluids, handjob
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: ~8,000
Comment: Tags have been updated again, long story short, this chapter escalates somewhat. I'm so excited about this one, I hope y'all like it!
Despite Ruki's best efforts, Aoi made it through the tour. The days passed by in a blur of sex, teasing, work, and nowhere near enough sleep, and by the time the final show ended and Ruki pulled him aside to tell him he probably wouldn't hear from him for a few days, Aoi was mostly relieved. He needed some time to recover as well, particularly since Ruki reminded him that he had to decide if he wanted a permanent arrangement between them.
Had he just asked outright, Aoi would have said yes on the spot. Of course, the end result would have been the same, because after they got home to Tokyo and he'd slept on it, his answer hadn't changed. He'd set out to sate his curiosity and ended up with more than he'd bargained for, but in the best of ways. Ruki was a great friend, a great bandmate, and to top it off, he was a great fuck. If Aoi could have all three at once, he would take it. He'd be stupid not to.
The morning of their first meeting after they got back, Aoi texted Ruki.
I've made my decision.
Before you continue, I want you to know that no matter what you choose, our current relationship does not have to change. We'll still be friends at the end of the day.
Aoi smiled at his phone.
That's reassuring. Can we also be friends who fuck?
Of course we can. I wouldn't want to deprive you of something you want this badly.
Aoi rolled his eyes at his phone, though he couldn't help but smile. After all, it was precisely that cocky attitude that made Aoi want to mouth off and bend over at the same time. Ruki sent another text, telling him to bring an overnight bag if he wanted to come home with him, and Aoi laughed at the irony. It seemed he would finally get an answer to the question that had led him down this rabbit hole in the first place.
He threw a change of clothes and his toothbrush in a bag, grabbed his laptop, and left to meet up with the others. It wasn't until he was almost there that he realised he'd left home much earlier than he needed to. There was almost half an hour left before the meeting was scheduled to start, and he really hoped he wasn't the only one who had arrived early for once.
He stepped out of the elevator and down the hallway, but he didn't get far. Ruki must have been waiting for him, because the second Aoi rounded the corner, he was shoved into a small, dimly lit broom closet, almost crashing into the shelf. Ruki slipped in with him and locked the door, and the low growl of his tone had Aoi's legs trembling. “Kneel.”
Fuck, he'd missed this, more than he'd realised, apparently. He dropped his bag and shuffled awkwardly onto his knees, unable to move much with how cramped the room was. Ruki's crotch was at perfect eye height, and when he licked his lips, his tongue almost brushed the fabric of his trousers. “Please.”
Ruki laughed, though he kept it quiet, gripping Aoi's hair and forcing him to look up at him. “Please what?”
“Please use me.” It took a lot of concentration not to look down when Ruki rubbed his crotch, but Aoi managed to hold his gaze, giving him his best pleading look. “Fuck me.”
“It's only been a week since last time, are you really this desperate already? Pathetic whore.” Ruki hissed the words out quietly, but he unzipped his slacks with one hand and pulled out his dick, holding it right in front of Aoi's face, and now it was impossible to keep from staring. “Beg for it. And you better hurry, if you want to make it in time for that meeting.”
Right, work. Aoi had almost forgotten all about it, busy taking in the sight of Ruki's dick, shuddering at the fact that he was hard already and the implications that bore. How long had Ruki been there? Had he been jerking off for a while already before Aoi showed up? “Please take me, use my holes, I've missed you so much, missed your cock.”
Ruki's hand moved over his dick, stroking slowly from base to tip and down again, and Aoi instinctively tried to lean forward, stopped by the hand in his hair. “You can do better than that.”
"Please, I want your cock so bad, stretching me, filling me." Aoi had never been a prude, and even his regular vocabulary tended to be crude and vulgar more often than not, but there was something about the situation and the context that brought a blush to his cheeks. One thing was dismissively making joking statements about sex or lewd gestures at Reita in the break room, it was another thing entirely to be on his knees in a broom closet, Ruki's hard dick right in front of his face, begging to be fucked. Perhaps the biggest difference was that he wasn't joking this time, if Ruki decided he wanted to take him right then and there, down the hall from their friends and probably some staff members, Aoi would bend over and spread his legs in a heartbeat.
Ruki raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Again, Aoi tried to get his mouth on him, but Ruki yanked his head back, another sharp twinge of pain sending shivers down Aoi's spine. "At least let me use my mouth to pleasure you?"
"Which one of us is in charge, exactly?"
Aoi gritted his teeth against a sassy reply. If they took too long, someone might come looking for them, and as much as he enjoyed the prospect of being caught, now was neither the time nor place. "You are."
"That's right, good boy." As if the condescending tone he used wasn't degrading enough, Ruki slapped his dick against Aoi's cheek a few times before going back to stroking himself. "I fuck you when it interests me, not when you want to be fucked. You're a toy for my amusement, you have no say in what I do to you or when I choose to make use of your holes. You don't make demands, do you understand?"
If only Aoi hadn't been biting down on his lips to keep from moaning out loud, he might have told Ruki to go fuck himself. Not because he disagreed, quite the contrary, but because he wanted to see if Ruki might shove him against the wall and fuck him to prove a point if Aoi talked back. Ruki probably figured, because he groaned softly and leaned forwards, jerking himself quickly and pointing his dick at Aoi's face.
He closed his eyes when the first spurt of cum hit his nose, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out obediently, hoping to catch whatever didn't coat his cheeks and forehead. He was torn between loving the sensation of Ruki cumming on him and trying not to enjoy it too much, assuming he wouldn't get to cum before the meeting and dreading having to show up with a boner.
"I should make you go in like that," Ruki whispered, and Aoi carefully opened his eyes in time to see him tucking his dick back inside his trousers. "Show everyone you're nothing but a cumrag."
"Please don't?" Aoi licked his lips, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't have any tissues on him, which meant if Ruki left him there on his own, he'd have to dash to the bathroom and hope he didn't run into anyone on the way.
"You were a good boy, so I'll help you out this time. Stay." He turned and left down the hall, closing the door behind him and leaving Aoi in the dark. The command was pointless, Aoi didn't really have any choice but wait for him to return, at least not if he didn't want to be seen in his current state. It was bad enough the others knew he and Ruki were fucking, they didn't need to know the details. At least, not any more than they already knew.
He almost sighed in relief when Ruki slipped into the room with a bundle of tissue a moment later, stopping when he realised Aoi was still on his knees. He hesitated for a moment, almost looking like he was about to say something, but before Aoi could ask about it, he crouched down and began wiping away his cum. "Do you need anything from me before we go join the others?"
"Thanks, but I'm good." It wasn't like they had time for aftercare, not that Aoi needed it. He could handle a meeting half-hard and still sort of in subspace, and if he were really lucky, nobody would even notice. All he had to do was not stare too pointedly at Ruki's crotch, at least not for long, and their friends would be none the wiser, right?
Hours later, when they were all done and walked into the parking space together, Kai nodded at Ruki, who was stepping up to the passenger's side of Aoi's car. "So, the two of you. It was more than just a tour fling?"
"Probably?" Aoi looked over at Ruki for help, raising an eyebrow. How, exactly, were they going to define their relationship to others? He was perfectly content just considering Ruki his Dom, in addition to his good friend and colleague, but that might say too much, or too little, depending on who was asking.
Ruki shrugged nonchalantly. "He's a lot less risky than random one night stands with strangers, and why bother looking when he typically works the same hours as I do, and is almost always in the same city?"
"Sheesh, Ruki, don't break his heart," Reita looked between the two of them, Aoi ducking his head, pretending to look for his keys, but really just trying to hide the blush that was tinting his cheeks. "You two were practically joined at the hip during the tour."
"Don't worry, I think Aoi knows exactly what he is to me." Aoi finally managed to unlock his car, and Ruki opened the door, smiling to everyone in turn. "See you all next week."
Aoi waved quickly, bidding the others goodbye and practically throwing himself down on his seat before anyone had a chance to ask any follow up questions. He started the engine and took a deep breath, waiting until they were on the street before he spoke up. "I'm your bitch."
"Hm?" Ruki turned around, blinking at Aoi, who was staring straight ahead. "Well, yeah, when you consent."
Aoi's mouth opened, then quickly closed again. He furrowed his brows, reaching over to turn the air conditioning up a notch, still watching the road intently. "Yeah."
"You know we're still friends and I don't think any less of you because of this, right?"
"I know."
"Then why do you sound disappointed?"
He chewed on his lip for a while, grateful that Ruki didn't say anything while he considered how he wanted to explain the feelings that still bubbled in his chest. "I know I surrender control to you and you can't just take it unless I want you to. I know that. At the same time, the concept is hot."
"The concept?" Ruki studied Aoi's face closely. "You mean the idea of me taking control from you by force?"
"Or just demanding it, I don't know. All I can go by is the way my dick reacted to what you said back there, and how I wanted to respond."
"Oh?" Understanding flashed over Ruki's face, shortly followed by a smug grin when his eyes dropped to Aoi's crotch. "Enlighten me, what would you have said if you hadn't held back?"
Aoi held his breath for a moment, spreading his legs slightly, his lap heating up considerably under Ruki's gaze. "If life were a porno, I'd have mouthed off just to get you to shove me up against my car, pull my trousers down, and take me in front of everyone, demonstrate exactly what I am to you."
"Is that so?" Ruki leaned over to whisper in his ear, his hand gripping Aoi's leg and holding it open, not that he was trying to close them. "Does that idea excite you? Do you like the thought of others knowing you're my fucktoy?" All Aoi managed was a brief nod of his head, and Ruki snorted, digging his fingers into his inner thigh, drawing a gasp from his lips. "Maybe the next time I tell you to go to the bathroom and prep, I'll do it while they're still in the room, make sure they see me slip a condom in my pocket and follow five minutes later."
Aoi was having a hard time paying attention to the road between Ruki's enticing words and his hand so close to where he really wanted it. He spread his legs as wide as he could with the limited space he had and slid forward a little in his seat, exhaling a shaky breath when Ruki's hand cupped his crotch. Even through his clothes, the warmth of Ruki's palm against his dick made him want to lean into the touch, beg Ruki to get him off like that, consequences be damned.
"Are we going the right way?" His words came out as a whisper, and he swallowed. "I think I missed my turn."
Ruki looked around, settling back in his own seat. "I think you might have. Useless slut."
With just the two of them in the car, he was free to enjoy the embarrassment without worrying about consequences, and he sighed shakily, adjusting the airconditioning once more. "I'll have to pull over if you keep talking like that."
"Take a left up here." Aoi nodded, and Ruki was graciously quiet long enough for his pulse to stop roaring. "You won't speak a word to the others about my place."
"I won't, I promise. Though you should know, they're really curious. None of us have seen the inside."
"Yeah, you'll find out why. I had a lot of custom work done to fit my lifestyle."
"I'm guessing you're not just talking about soundproofing." Aoi smiled, though it was still a little stiff.
"Not just." Ruki smiled back, looking at the road as well, pointing to a sign. Aoi nodded and changed lanes. "From the moment you step foot inside my house, you will be in your submissive role, is that clear?"
"Crystal."
"Which means I'm going to punish you if you get sassy, not because I don't like your sass, but because we both want it, and there will be nothing stopping me." Aoi nodded eagerly, and Ruki continued. "I invite you into my house not as my colleague, not as my friend, but as my sub. If you step over that threshold, you ask me to punish you if you disobey, reward you for obedience, do anything I want to you, how I want to, when I want to, understood?"
"Yes." Aoi licked his lips, looking directly at Ruki and putting emphasis on the next word. "Please."
"Is there anything you'd like to add to your list of limits and safe signals?"
"No, but," Aoi started, then trailed off. Ruki pointed to his driveway, and Aoi concentrated on parking for a moment, waiting until the engine was off before he continued. "Can I make you work for it?"
Ruki laughed, his lips curling in a smile that was somewhere between warm and taunting. "I've been waiting for it, but either you're all bark and no bite, or you must think I'm made of porcelain."
"That's not fair." Aoi gave an exaggerated pout, grabbing his bag from the trunk. "We've almost exclusively been in hotel rooms and venues. I didn't want to risk security running in to save me."
On his way past him, Ruki leaned close enough to whisper, discreetly groping Aoi's ass and almost making him bump his head on the car in surprise. "Nobody will save you tonight." He continued up to his door, and Aoi hurried after him, eager to get inside despite all of Ruki's warnings. He may be walking into the lion's den, but he knew exactly what he was doing.
At least, so he thought. Then he stepped into Ruki's living room and realised he'd subconsciously underestimated him. He didn't know what he'd expected, perhaps just sex toys haphazardly strewn about, or some lewd paintings on the walls he didn't want anyone to see, but while he wasn't far off, his idea seemed modest compared to reality.
Ruki had an entire shelf section devoted to toys, all neatly lined up, and some of the dildos he owned were big enough that Aoi shuddered at the sight of them. The walls were lined with riding crops, floggers, whips, paddles, and various bundles of rope. There were sturdy looking hooks installed into the ceiling and floor, and several of the walls had chains already hanging from them. "Fuck, Ruki, now I get why you don't invite people over anymore."
"Do you like it?" Ruki pressed up against Aoi's back, hands resting on his hips while his lips brushed his neck.
"I love it, but I kind of wish you'd have invited me over sooner."
"I didn't know what you'd think of me." He nipped at Aoi's neck, trailing one hand over the front of his trousers and humming, satisfied at what he'd found. "Now I know."
Aoi tipped his head to the side, moaning when Ruki bit down harder, gripping the arm that was now wrapped around his waist. His other hand was still groping him, moving down along his inner thigh and back up slowly, cupping his crotch and squeezing firmly. The obscene touch in itself was so good, Aoi rocked his hips, lips parting in a gasp when Ruki's teeth dug into his skin.
He almost slumped forward when Ruki let go of him and took a step back, missing his touch as soon as it disappeared. "Wait here." Aoi nodded, and when he heard Ruki's steps disappear into a different room, he figured it would be safe to look around for a bit. He recognised the couch from the shots Ruki had sent him, cleverly placed in such a way that one could take pictures or do video calls from it without showing any of his other furniture. The more Aoi looked around, the more he realised the layout of the room was entirely deliberate, down to the last detail. He knew from experience that Ruki didn't half-ass shit, but still. This level of dedication was impressive.
The sound of steps that followed only made it better when he realised the clicking of heels against wood meant Ruki had changed into boots. Aoi turned around, his words catching in his throat at the sight that met him. Ruki was wearing black leather trousers, a white shirt, and black leather gloves. His sleeves were folded up higher than usual, baring some of his ink, and Aoi imagined kneeling at his feet, lapping at his hand like an obedient pet.
"Enjoying the view?"
"So much. Yes." Aoi nodded, blatantly ogling Ruki, considering drooling for dramatic effect. "All of it. You're perfect."
His eyes followed the movement of Ruki's hands when they moved, pulling on the hem of one glove, flexing his fingers, then the other. Ruki smirked, stepping closer and reaching for Aoi's shirt, pulling it over his head without preamble. “You like leather a lot, huh?”
Aoi snorted, raising an eyebrow playfully once his head was free. “No way, how did you guess?”
No sooner did the words leave his lips than he was spun around, Ruki pressing against his back and pinching his nipples, pulling on them until Aoi cried out. He'd been so unprepared for it that he stumbled, almost losing his footing entirely, but Ruki's arms tightened around him and held him upright, fingers twisting his nipples painfully. “That smart mouth is going to get you into trouble.”
It already had, Aoi realised when he tried to push Ruki's hands away and only succeeded in making it worse for himself. He tried to walk backwards, knock Ruki off balance, but then one of his hands dropped lower, gripping Aoi's crotch and digging his fingers into his sensitive balls through his trousers, and Aoi went completely still. He didn't know how far Ruki would go, but he was a little protective of his junk, and he barely dared breathe.
Ruki, apparently satisfied that he'd successfully stopped Aoi from squirming, switched from squeezing to rubbing, grinding against the prominent bulge with a low hum. “I should forbid you from wearing underwear.” His low, sultry voice made Aoi shudder, and with the way he was pressed against Ruki's body, there was no way he didn't notice. Teeth nipped at the skin behind his ear, and Aoi had to remind himself not to just melt in his hold. “Keep you always ready for me, so I can just pull your trousers down and take you whenever I fucking please.”
He rocked his hips, pushing his crotch against Aoi's ass, his other hand trailing up his bare chest to wrap around his throat. The sensation of leather dragging across his skin, smooth and slightly colder than his heated chest, was so distracting, Aoi almost forgot to talk back. “What are you gonna do? Put a lock on my underwear drawer?”
“Or maybe take a pair of scissors to them.” Ruki's fingers tightened around his throat, his teeth clamping down on the soft skin of his neck, and Aoi had to suppress a whimper. “And why stop there? I could bring a knife with me everywhere I go, so it's just a matter of cutting a hole or two and shoving my dick in. All I'd have to bother with would be my own zipper, I wouldn't need to worry about you wearing a pesky belt or anything to slow me down.”
While he spoke, he ground his crotch harder against Aoi's hips, rocking him back and forth with the motions. As much as he loved the idea of Ruki taking him by force, Aoi shook his head. “You wouldn't.”
“I wouldn't?” He could practically hear the grin in Ruki's voice before he pulled back, giving his ass a slap and moving away. “Why not? After all, you want to have your choices taken away until all you are is a fucktoy. Just a worthless, craving, horny bitch, needing to be fucked.”
Aoi snapped his eyes closed, taking a deep breath and just basking in the pleasure of the degrading words and the sound of Ruki's footsteps. “Don't tell me all the fight went out of you already.” Aoi cried out in surprise when his nipples were grabbed again, jerking back and in turn making it worse for himself. Ruki was in front of him now, one eyebrow cocked in challenge, pinching his nipples until Aoi couldn't help but grip his wrists, trying in vain to push him off. ”Was it something I said? Did I hit a little too close to home and now you don't want to open your mouth in case you can't hold back your desperate moans?“
“Fuck off.” He barely got the words out before Ruki slapped him, palm connecting with his cheek, causing stinging pain to spread through his face. He tried to pull away, earning himself another slap, and when he reached for Ruki's hand, his wrist was gripped painfully tight. “Ow, fuck.”
He could do nothing but grit his teeth and bear it, wincing as Ruki increased the pressure on his wrist and nipple until he was trying to squirm out of his grip. And yet, when Ruki let go entirely and pulled away, he pushed his chest forward with a disappointed whine, missing the contact. “Go on, try to pretend you don't want this when you're practically fucking begging for more the second I let go.”
Aoi turned his head away, refusing to meet Ruki's gaze. His breaths came out in short, heavy exhales, his cheeks were red, and he knew it was pointless to deny the fact that Ruki's treatment was making him incredibly aroused. “If I'm enjoying it, doesn't that mean you're doing a piss poor job of punishing me?”
He flinched when Ruki stepped closer, curling in on himself even though he wasn't even touching him, but he didn't get far before hands grabbed the waistband of his trousers, keeping him from putting any distance between them. “Is my performance less than satisfactory?” His words were a faint whisper, and Aoi couldn't tell if he were genuinely asking, so he didn't answer, didn't even shake his head. He'd stopped trying to move away, and now Ruki's hands were working on his trousers, pushing them and his underwear down his thighs in one motion. “Do you want me to hurt you more?”
Aoi finally dared a glance at Ruki's face, not sure how to interpret his expression. One of his soft brows was raised inquisitively, his lips pushed out in the faintest of pouts. Surely, Aoi hadn't managed to offend him, had he? Even if he had, there was nothing to be done about it, Ruki would know immediately if he lied to him, after knowing him for two decades. “Yes, please?”
He didn't even notice that he wasn't breathing until Ruki spoke, still whispering in a soft tone, though Aoi swore it sounded threatening. “Get the rest of your clothes off.” He quickly shimmied out of his trousers, his boxers, and slipped his socks off his feet, completely naked when he straightened up, Ruki's hard gaze watching his every move. He gave him a nervous smile, nodding his head to signal to Ruki that he was ready, and immediately realising how wrong he was.
Ruki's knee shot up without warning, connecting with Aoi's balls, and while he hadn't used a lot of force, the impact still hurt like shit. Aoi doubled over, hands protectively covering his crotch in case a second blow followed, almost stumbling when he was yanked forward by his hair. He was dragged across the floor, bent over and stumbling to follow without tripping over his own feet, and half shoved, half thrown onto a bondage bench. It was at the perfect height to just bend over it, legs spread, knees straight, and torso resting on the padded surface, arms scrambling for something to hold on to.
He was much less prepared than Ruki was, however, and before he knew it, leather cuffs closed around his wrists, binding them to the legs of the bench and leaving little room to wiggle. “What the fuck are you doing?” A hand connected with his cheek in another slap, gripping his chin and raising his head to meet his eyes, and Aoi's dick twitched between his legs at the way Ruki looked at him.
He was no longer masking his features, his nose scrunched in a sneer, eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he looked so pissed, Aoi didn't know whether to be terrified or horny. “You were the one who complained I wasn't punishing you well enough. If it's pain you want, it's pain you'll get, boy. Just know that these walls are soundproofed, and my neighbours expect to hear loud screaming from my house.”
Aoi licked his lips, giving Ruki as defiant a look as he could muster. “Do your worst.”
Ruki held his gaze for a moment longer, perhaps waiting to see if he would falter, but Aoi didn't flinch. His head dropped when Ruki let go and moved away, taking his sweet time crossing the floor, in the direction of his spanking implements, if Aoi had to guess. Bent over the bench, unable to move his arms, there was nothing he could do but wait, listening intently for what Ruki was doing. “Have you ever been whipped before?”
He almost moaned just at the thought, shifting his stance and spreading his legs a little. “Yeah.”
“Then you know it feels different from being hit with a belt or a flogger. The pain is concentrated on a smaller area, and it doesn't take nearly as much force for a lash to hurt severely.” A loud crack echoed through the room, and that time, Aoi winced. “How long before that attitude of yours crumbles into nothing, you think?”
“If you think you can threaten me into submission, you'll be sorely disappointed.” Aoi was already both dreading and anticipating what was to come, but he didn't regret putting himself in this position, not even when he heard steps moving closer, followed by another crack of a whip.
“On the contrary, I'd be disappointed if you surrendered easily.” Ruki's fingers gripped his hair, yanking his head up sharply. He leaned down to whisper into Aoi's ear, words laced with blatant desire. “I want to hurt you. I want to make you cry.”
Aoi bit his lip against a plea, though he was quick to close his mouth when Ruki straightened up and moved behind him, not wanting to risk biting a hole in his skin. He kind of wished he could see Ruki from his position, see if he could tell whether he was getting aroused or not. The thought of him getting a hard-on just from talking about hurting him was intoxicating, and Aoi almost lost track of time imagining him getting off on his pain.
While he hadn't lied when he said he'd been whipped before, it had been a while since the last time, and Aoi realised a little late that he'd almost forgotten what it felt like. When the first strike landed on his ass, Aoi kicked his leg out and howled in pain, instinctively trying to twist away. “What a pretty reaction.” Ruki moaned deeply, cracking the whip in thin air, making Aoi squirm again, adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Not so cocky now, are you?”
He tried to tell Ruki to fuck off, but he didn't even get through the first syllable before the whip snapped against his ass again, and the word ended in a scream. Another strike to the other buttock, and Aoi twisted the other way, almost wishing Ruki had tied his legs so he was completely immobile. Still, he couldn't escape no matter which way he turned, and he could cross his legs as much as he wanted, it wasn't going to achieve anything but change where Ruki hit.
The next blow landed with more force, perfectly cutting across his ass, testament to how great Ruki's aim was. He might pretend to be upset, but it was obviously just an act, with the controlled swings of his arm and the precision with which he struck him. Ruki wasn't taking frustration out on him, they were sharing something intimate, something they both derived pleasure from, although for different reasons.
Aoi loved the way his skin stung wherever the whip landed, the helpless feeling of being physically unable to get away, and the fact that he could scream all he wanted with no consequences. There was something so liberating about knowing no matter how much he cried or begged, the pain he craved wouldn't stop. He could pretend he didn't want it, pretend Ruki was hurting him against his will, and comfort himself with the fact that Ruki knew he was loving it, and was indulging him for exactly that reason.
He shrieked a moment later when his upper thighs were struck, spreading the stinging further down his skin and heating more of the area. “Fuck, stop!”
He panted harshly after his outburst, perking his ears up when Ruki spoke. “Are you asking for mercy, or are you asking me to stop?”
Aoi pouted, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. Ruki was cheating by drawing attention to the unspoken part, making him admit that he remembered what word he would have to use if he actually wanted the whipping to end just fine. “Please, stop,” Aoi sobbed, thighs trembling faintly, tears prickling behind his eyelids, his voice tinged with desperation. “It hurts so much.”
The whip landed on his ass again, and this time, the tears streamed down his cheeks, his mouth parting around more whines. Another strike to his thighs, and Aoi started wailing, finally letting go and losing himself to the sensations. His body jerked every time he was hit, his cries spilling forth, interrupted only by the occasional gasp for air when he was running low. Ruki had settled into a rhythm, alternating between the left buttock, then the right, then his thighs, repeating the pattern and never letting the pain fade entirely in one place.
“Please, Ruki, please!” Aoi's voice broke on the last word, and he tried in vain to turn away, almost jumping out of his own skin when a hand pressed down on his lower back, holding him in place. “I can't.”
“You will.” Ruki stroked his hand slowly over Aoi's ass, and the leather glove felt amazing against his warm skin. Even when he raised his hand and brought it down on his ass, once on either cheek, Aoi just moaned breathlessly. “You can whine and beg as much as you'd like, we're not on tour anymore. I don't have to worry about you being able to stand upright and play guitar tomorrow, and our manager isn't going to come bursting in if they hear you screaming. I'm going to give you what you want, what you've wanted since that first time you disobeyed and touched yourself without permission.”
“I didn't disobey.” Aoi furrowed his brows, swallowing the drool gathering in his mouth in an attempt to sound a little more convincing. “You hadn't told me the rules.”
Faster than he could have prepared for, Ruki stepped back and swung his arm, bringing the whip down on his ass, successfully shutting him up. “Look at that, there's sass left in you, still. Don't tell me you're holding out on me?” He delivered three more lashes to Aoi's burning skin, and with each one, he went up on his toes, struggling against his natural instincts to shy away. “What happened to 'please, stop'?”
“Just don't want to start bleeding.” It was only kind of a lie, because while the idea of being whipped bloody was definitely appealing, it wasn't exactly practical.
“Don't you worry about that, I know what I'm doing. You'll be covered in welts and bruises when I'm done with you, but unless you specifically ask me to make you bleed, I'm not going to.” He raised the whip again, stroking his hand over the length of it, and Aoi swore he could hear the smirk in his tone. “But you're far too eloquent right now for me to believe you've actually had enough.”
Aoi braced for it before he even heard the swish of air, but there wasn't really anything he could have done to prepare for the lashes that followed. He'd asked to be punished, and Ruki delivered, almost making him regret it. One strike after the other to his ass had Aoi screaming, the pain almost unbearable, yet so good at the same time. He didn't count, but he figured Ruki gave him about ten more, and by the time he was satisfied and went to put the whip away, Aoi was wailing softly, tears and snot dripping down his face.
He blinked his eyes open when he heard approaching footsteps, his vision blurry from the tears, but he could clearly see the bulge in Ruki's trousers, big and hard and enticing. Gloved fingers gripped his chin tightly, lifting his head and making their eyes meet, Ruki's cold and sharp, Aoi's red and wet. “Look at that pretty expression, all covered in slime.” He gurgled once, and Aoi barely thought to close his eyes before the spit hit his face, Ruki smearing it over his skin, mixing it with the wetness that was already there and spreading it around.
Aoi's breaths were still coming out in heavy gasps, his ass and thighs were burning with pain, but he wasn't even ashamed when he licked his lips, croaking out the first thing that came to mind. “Fuck me.”
The mocking tone of Ruki's laughter made Aoi's toes curl. “Fuck you?” He was at least nice enough to wipe the filth out of Aoi's eyes so he could open them again, patting his cheek when he tried to turn his head. “Fucking you is easy. Anyone could fuck you. I was fucking you from the moment you surrendered yourself to me. What I'm really interested in is breaking you.”
Aoi shuddered at that, but he couldn't really argue with the truth to that statement, nor did he want to. He liked being a slut, especially for Ruki, but he would be lying if he claimed he didn't love being put in his place in this way. It was the entire reason he talked back, and he ached for the moments where he was torn between his desire to mouth off more and the need for a break. Now, he decided, with his rear burning with constant pain, was definitely the time for a break. “May I at least show you how grateful I am?”
He licked his lips for good measure, looking down pointedly in case there was any chance Ruki might misunderstand his request. “You just stopped crying, your body's still shaking, and you want to blow me? Your depravity knows no bounds.”
“Just come a little closer, please.” If his hands weren't tied, he'd already be reaching for him, consequences be damned.
“Since you want it that badly.” Ruki finally stepped up to the bench, and Aoi stuck his tongue out just in time to feel the outline of his cock against it, moaning hungrily and closing his eyes. Ruki brushed his hair back, gripping it in one hand and resting the other on his hip, chuckling when Aoi lapped at his crotch. “You don't even want me to take it out for you?”
“Not yet.” Aoi was perfectly content like this for a while, dragging his tongue over the leather and pressing his lips to it when he needed to stop to moan. Sometimes it was bittersweet torture being in the GazettE with how often they wore leather. How he'd survived damn near two decades in this band, he had no idea, because every time they went on tour and he had to endure entire days with his dangerously handsome friends wearing clothes he couldn't help but want to rub himself up against, he wondered if this might be it, his last day in the realm of the living.
Now that there was nothing stopping him from indulging, Aoi was willing to exhaust his tongue to make up for lost time. He savoured every lick, every twitch of Ruki's cock under the thick leather, every groan he made when Aoi rubbed his tongue back and forth, desperate to feel it all. He had to pause to breathe, and even then, he couldn't stand being apart from Ruki's crotch for long, pressing his face against it so hard he worried Ruki might pull away.
Ruki let him enjoy himself for a while, silently watching while Aoi drooled, groaned, and slobbered all over his groin, until finally, he'd reached his limit. He tugged firmly on Aoi's hair, pulling him off long enough to undo his trousers and take his dick out, holding it just out of reach. “Open wide.”
“Just like that?” Somehow, Aoi had managed to catch his breath and recover somewhat, and even though his tongue was getting tired, he couldn't resist teasing. Ruki had said he wanted a challenge, right? “I thought you wanted to find out if I can talk back with a mouthful of cock? Isn't it more fun if you shut me up with it than-”
Halfway through the sentence, Ruki seemed to catch on, and he shoved his cock past Aoi's swollen lips without another word, successfully interrupting him. He tried to recoil, but Ruki held him in place by his hair and started thrusting, not giving Aoi a chance to brace himself or catch his breath. “Mouthy bitch. You never learn, do you?”
He tried his best to say 'you love it', but it was impossible with the cock pressing his tongue down, slamming against the back of his throat over and over. He was just happy he'd finally gotten Ruki to give in, to set aside the need to be in control long enough to satisfy his own urges. At least, it felt like he was, with the brutal way he fucked Aoi's face, almost like he was trying to hurt him more than get off, snapping his hips with quick, forceful thrusts.
His breaths were finally getting ragged, his fingers tightening in Aoi's hair, and the guttural groan he failed to suppress when he pushed all the way in almost had Aoi cumming dry. He fought his gag reflex as best he could, chest tightening when he tried and failed to draw in air. Ruki held him down, all of his cock filling Aoi's mouth to the brim, and when he pulled out entirely, they both panted for breath.
“Fuck you! I could have choked!” Aoi glared up at him to hopefully conceal the fact that what he really, desperately wanted to say was 'please, fuck, please do that again'.
“'Could have'? I must be getting rusty.” Even as breathless as he sounded, Ruki shoved back in without hesitation, slapping Aoi's cheek when he reflexively tried to close his mouth. “If I feel your teeth one more time, I'm going to break them, cocksleeve.”
Aoi tried to curse, but all he achieved was a choked retch, his throat trying to push Ruki out while he concentrated only on keeping his breakfast down. Fingers clamped over his nose, and he appreciated the gesture even though it hardly made a difference. He hadn't breathed in a minute, anyway. Just when his head started hurting, Ruki pulled out again, and he sucked in air through his lips between coughing fits.
He clamped his legs shut when Ruki thrust back in, certain if he just pushed his hips up a little, he would orgasm whether he wanted to or not. Ruki let up on his nose to place both hands at the back of his head, interlacing his fingers and practically crushing Aoi's face against his crotch. He held him there while he squirmed, gagging and whining, not letting up until the first spurt of cum went down his throat.
The bench rattled as Aoi instinctively recoiled, coughing and regretting it a moment later when Ruki's cum went out his nose, burning on the way. Ruki bucked his hips against his face, filling his mouth with cum and forcing Aoi to swallow or let it drip down his chin. By the time Ruki pulled back, apparently sated, Aoi felt entirely soggy, and perhaps most embarrassing of all, he needed to cum so badly, it hurt.
While Aoi caught his breath, Ruki tucked himself back in, buttoning his trousers back up and crouching to unhook the cuffs from the bench, though leaving them on his wrists. He circled around and pulled Aoi up to rest against him, walking them back and reaching down to wrap his hand around Aoi's dick. Aoi's knees almost buckled, and he gripped the edge of the bench to have something to hold on to, bucking his hips and pushing his dick into Ruki's hand. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck.”
It took several tries before he could speak properly, the words slurred and barely audible when he finally managed to get them out. “May I cum?” He had no idea how he hadn't just lost it already, aside from his desire to be an obedient fucktoy, despite his bratty attitude. Maybe he just wanted to drag it out, enjoy the sensations of the leather glove around his hard cock.
Ruki draped himself over his back, pressing him against his chest with the arm around his waist, jerking him faster. “Do it.” He stroked Aoi through it, even though he almost toppled over when he finally let go, gripping the bench so hard his knuckles went white. His hips stuttered uselessly, and he was grateful for Ruki milking him until the floor and his hand were both decorated with the evidence of Aoi's enjoyment.
He wished he had the breath to thank him, but then again, he knew something else that would be more effective. When Ruki detached himself from his back, Aoi was quick to turn around and drop to his knees, ignoring the throbbing pain in his butt when he moved. He took Ruki's wrist and lifted it to his mouth, cleaning the remnants of his mess off his hand with his tongue.
“Good boy.” Ruki brushed his left hand through Aoi's hair, who hummed happily, licking at his fingers and looking up through hazy eyes. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
Aoi nodded between licks, sucking Ruki's thumb into his mouth for a moment before he pulled back. “I did, thank you.”
“Good.” Ruki gave him a fond smile, ruffling his hair and leaving the room, and Aoi didn't bother worrying about where he went. He was perfectly content just waiting, taking in what had just happened and how pleasantly sore he was. If this was the treatment he'd receive every time, Aoi would gladly come over more often.
Ruki returned and held out a bottle of water to him, and Aoi reluctantly pulled himself to his feet, taking the water and gulping down mouthfuls happily. He was tempted to pour some over his head to wash off the sticky mix of fluids drying on his face, but he didn't want to get Ruki's floor wet. “May I use your toilet? Maybe splash some water on my face as well?”
Ruki crossed his arms over his chest, cocking his head to the side and raising an eyebrow at him. “How do I know you won't just lock the door and jerk off in there?”
“After I just came?” Aoi mirrored Ruki's expression, though he was careful not to sound too challenging in his tone. His ass served as a good reminder of what would happen if he provoked Ruki.
“Exactly, which is why I'm sure you know you won't get to cum again anytime soon.”
“No fair, I want you to deny me orgasms.” Aoi pouted, but Ruki didn't budge. “You can watch me?”
He flinched when Ruki grabbed him by the throat, pulling him forward until he was looking down at him. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
“Yeah.” Even as tired as he was, Aoi still shuddered at the tone Ruki used, moaning when the grip on his throat tightened.
“If I want to hurt you, you'll suffer. If I want to cum, I'll use you. If I want to watch you piss, I will.”
“Please.” Aoi licked his lips, moaning again.
“Good bitch.” Ruki let go of his throat, slapping him hard and grinning when he gasped. “Alright, this way.”
Aoi followed like a puppy, relieved when Ruki actually led him to the bathroom, though he had to laugh when he opened the door. “Do you have D-rings next to your toilet?”
“If that surprises you, don't look at the ceiling.” Ruki chuckled, leaning against the doorframe, watching Aoi wash his face in the sink. “Does it bother you?”
“Well.” Aoi dragged out the word, scrubbing his face clean and turning to Ruki with a grin. “If you chain me up in your bathroom and keep me as your slave, who's going to play rhythm guitar?”
“Come on, I'll let you out when we have work.”
Aoi winked, lifting the toilet seat and grabbing his dick. “Right, but at this rate, I might not want to leave.”
A/N:Chapter 5 will be a direct continuation of this, and should be the last. I wasn't going to make it a separate chapter, but then this chapter got too long, so they'll be divided.
Chapter: 4/5
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, dacryphilia, bodily fluids, handjob
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: ~8,000
Comment: Tags have been updated again, long story short, this chapter escalates somewhat. I'm so excited about this one, I hope y'all like it!
Despite Ruki's best efforts, Aoi made it through the tour. The days passed by in a blur of sex, teasing, work, and nowhere near enough sleep, and by the time the final show ended and Ruki pulled him aside to tell him he probably wouldn't hear from him for a few days, Aoi was mostly relieved. He needed some time to recover as well, particularly since Ruki reminded him that he had to decide if he wanted a permanent arrangement between them.
Had he just asked outright, Aoi would have said yes on the spot. Of course, the end result would have been the same, because after they got home to Tokyo and he'd slept on it, his answer hadn't changed. He'd set out to sate his curiosity and ended up with more than he'd bargained for, but in the best of ways. Ruki was a great friend, a great bandmate, and to top it off, he was a great fuck. If Aoi could have all three at once, he would take it. He'd be stupid not to.
The morning of their first meeting after they got back, Aoi texted Ruki.
I've made my decision.
Before you continue, I want you to know that no matter what you choose, our current relationship does not have to change. We'll still be friends at the end of the day.
Aoi smiled at his phone.
That's reassuring. Can we also be friends who fuck?
Of course we can. I wouldn't want to deprive you of something you want this badly.
Aoi rolled his eyes at his phone, though he couldn't help but smile. After all, it was precisely that cocky attitude that made Aoi want to mouth off and bend over at the same time. Ruki sent another text, telling him to bring an overnight bag if he wanted to come home with him, and Aoi laughed at the irony. It seemed he would finally get an answer to the question that had led him down this rabbit hole in the first place.
He threw a change of clothes and his toothbrush in a bag, grabbed his laptop, and left to meet up with the others. It wasn't until he was almost there that he realised he'd left home much earlier than he needed to. There was almost half an hour left before the meeting was scheduled to start, and he really hoped he wasn't the only one who had arrived early for once.
He stepped out of the elevator and down the hallway, but he didn't get far. Ruki must have been waiting for him, because the second Aoi rounded the corner, he was shoved into a small, dimly lit broom closet, almost crashing into the shelf. Ruki slipped in with him and locked the door, and the low growl of his tone had Aoi's legs trembling. “Kneel.”
Fuck, he'd missed this, more than he'd realised, apparently. He dropped his bag and shuffled awkwardly onto his knees, unable to move much with how cramped the room was. Ruki's crotch was at perfect eye height, and when he licked his lips, his tongue almost brushed the fabric of his trousers. “Please.”
Ruki laughed, though he kept it quiet, gripping Aoi's hair and forcing him to look up at him. “Please what?”
“Please use me.” It took a lot of concentration not to look down when Ruki rubbed his crotch, but Aoi managed to hold his gaze, giving him his best pleading look. “Fuck me.”
“It's only been a week since last time, are you really this desperate already? Pathetic whore.” Ruki hissed the words out quietly, but he unzipped his slacks with one hand and pulled out his dick, holding it right in front of Aoi's face, and now it was impossible to keep from staring. “Beg for it. And you better hurry, if you want to make it in time for that meeting.”
Right, work. Aoi had almost forgotten all about it, busy taking in the sight of Ruki's dick, shuddering at the fact that he was hard already and the implications that bore. How long had Ruki been there? Had he been jerking off for a while already before Aoi showed up? “Please take me, use my holes, I've missed you so much, missed your cock.”
Ruki's hand moved over his dick, stroking slowly from base to tip and down again, and Aoi instinctively tried to lean forward, stopped by the hand in his hair. “You can do better than that.”
"Please, I want your cock so bad, stretching me, filling me." Aoi had never been a prude, and even his regular vocabulary tended to be crude and vulgar more often than not, but there was something about the situation and the context that brought a blush to his cheeks. One thing was dismissively making joking statements about sex or lewd gestures at Reita in the break room, it was another thing entirely to be on his knees in a broom closet, Ruki's hard dick right in front of his face, begging to be fucked. Perhaps the biggest difference was that he wasn't joking this time, if Ruki decided he wanted to take him right then and there, down the hall from their friends and probably some staff members, Aoi would bend over and spread his legs in a heartbeat.
Ruki raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Again, Aoi tried to get his mouth on him, but Ruki yanked his head back, another sharp twinge of pain sending shivers down Aoi's spine. "At least let me use my mouth to pleasure you?"
"Which one of us is in charge, exactly?"
Aoi gritted his teeth against a sassy reply. If they took too long, someone might come looking for them, and as much as he enjoyed the prospect of being caught, now was neither the time nor place. "You are."
"That's right, good boy." As if the condescending tone he used wasn't degrading enough, Ruki slapped his dick against Aoi's cheek a few times before going back to stroking himself. "I fuck you when it interests me, not when you want to be fucked. You're a toy for my amusement, you have no say in what I do to you or when I choose to make use of your holes. You don't make demands, do you understand?"
If only Aoi hadn't been biting down on his lips to keep from moaning out loud, he might have told Ruki to go fuck himself. Not because he disagreed, quite the contrary, but because he wanted to see if Ruki might shove him against the wall and fuck him to prove a point if Aoi talked back. Ruki probably figured, because he groaned softly and leaned forwards, jerking himself quickly and pointing his dick at Aoi's face.
He closed his eyes when the first spurt of cum hit his nose, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out obediently, hoping to catch whatever didn't coat his cheeks and forehead. He was torn between loving the sensation of Ruki cumming on him and trying not to enjoy it too much, assuming he wouldn't get to cum before the meeting and dreading having to show up with a boner.
"I should make you go in like that," Ruki whispered, and Aoi carefully opened his eyes in time to see him tucking his dick back inside his trousers. "Show everyone you're nothing but a cumrag."
"Please don't?" Aoi licked his lips, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't have any tissues on him, which meant if Ruki left him there on his own, he'd have to dash to the bathroom and hope he didn't run into anyone on the way.
"You were a good boy, so I'll help you out this time. Stay." He turned and left down the hall, closing the door behind him and leaving Aoi in the dark. The command was pointless, Aoi didn't really have any choice but wait for him to return, at least not if he didn't want to be seen in his current state. It was bad enough the others knew he and Ruki were fucking, they didn't need to know the details. At least, not any more than they already knew.
He almost sighed in relief when Ruki slipped into the room with a bundle of tissue a moment later, stopping when he realised Aoi was still on his knees. He hesitated for a moment, almost looking like he was about to say something, but before Aoi could ask about it, he crouched down and began wiping away his cum. "Do you need anything from me before we go join the others?"
"Thanks, but I'm good." It wasn't like they had time for aftercare, not that Aoi needed it. He could handle a meeting half-hard and still sort of in subspace, and if he were really lucky, nobody would even notice. All he had to do was not stare too pointedly at Ruki's crotch, at least not for long, and their friends would be none the wiser, right?
Hours later, when they were all done and walked into the parking space together, Kai nodded at Ruki, who was stepping up to the passenger's side of Aoi's car. "So, the two of you. It was more than just a tour fling?"
"Probably?" Aoi looked over at Ruki for help, raising an eyebrow. How, exactly, were they going to define their relationship to others? He was perfectly content just considering Ruki his Dom, in addition to his good friend and colleague, but that might say too much, or too little, depending on who was asking.
Ruki shrugged nonchalantly. "He's a lot less risky than random one night stands with strangers, and why bother looking when he typically works the same hours as I do, and is almost always in the same city?"
"Sheesh, Ruki, don't break his heart," Reita looked between the two of them, Aoi ducking his head, pretending to look for his keys, but really just trying to hide the blush that was tinting his cheeks. "You two were practically joined at the hip during the tour."
"Don't worry, I think Aoi knows exactly what he is to me." Aoi finally managed to unlock his car, and Ruki opened the door, smiling to everyone in turn. "See you all next week."
Aoi waved quickly, bidding the others goodbye and practically throwing himself down on his seat before anyone had a chance to ask any follow up questions. He started the engine and took a deep breath, waiting until they were on the street before he spoke up. "I'm your bitch."
"Hm?" Ruki turned around, blinking at Aoi, who was staring straight ahead. "Well, yeah, when you consent."
Aoi's mouth opened, then quickly closed again. He furrowed his brows, reaching over to turn the air conditioning up a notch, still watching the road intently. "Yeah."
"You know we're still friends and I don't think any less of you because of this, right?"
"I know."
"Then why do you sound disappointed?"
He chewed on his lip for a while, grateful that Ruki didn't say anything while he considered how he wanted to explain the feelings that still bubbled in his chest. "I know I surrender control to you and you can't just take it unless I want you to. I know that. At the same time, the concept is hot."
"The concept?" Ruki studied Aoi's face closely. "You mean the idea of me taking control from you by force?"
"Or just demanding it, I don't know. All I can go by is the way my dick reacted to what you said back there, and how I wanted to respond."
"Oh?" Understanding flashed over Ruki's face, shortly followed by a smug grin when his eyes dropped to Aoi's crotch. "Enlighten me, what would you have said if you hadn't held back?"
Aoi held his breath for a moment, spreading his legs slightly, his lap heating up considerably under Ruki's gaze. "If life were a porno, I'd have mouthed off just to get you to shove me up against my car, pull my trousers down, and take me in front of everyone, demonstrate exactly what I am to you."
"Is that so?" Ruki leaned over to whisper in his ear, his hand gripping Aoi's leg and holding it open, not that he was trying to close them. "Does that idea excite you? Do you like the thought of others knowing you're my fucktoy?" All Aoi managed was a brief nod of his head, and Ruki snorted, digging his fingers into his inner thigh, drawing a gasp from his lips. "Maybe the next time I tell you to go to the bathroom and prep, I'll do it while they're still in the room, make sure they see me slip a condom in my pocket and follow five minutes later."
Aoi was having a hard time paying attention to the road between Ruki's enticing words and his hand so close to where he really wanted it. He spread his legs as wide as he could with the limited space he had and slid forward a little in his seat, exhaling a shaky breath when Ruki's hand cupped his crotch. Even through his clothes, the warmth of Ruki's palm against his dick made him want to lean into the touch, beg Ruki to get him off like that, consequences be damned.
"Are we going the right way?" His words came out as a whisper, and he swallowed. "I think I missed my turn."
Ruki looked around, settling back in his own seat. "I think you might have. Useless slut."
With just the two of them in the car, he was free to enjoy the embarrassment without worrying about consequences, and he sighed shakily, adjusting the airconditioning once more. "I'll have to pull over if you keep talking like that."
"Take a left up here." Aoi nodded, and Ruki was graciously quiet long enough for his pulse to stop roaring. "You won't speak a word to the others about my place."
"I won't, I promise. Though you should know, they're really curious. None of us have seen the inside."
"Yeah, you'll find out why. I had a lot of custom work done to fit my lifestyle."
"I'm guessing you're not just talking about soundproofing." Aoi smiled, though it was still a little stiff.
"Not just." Ruki smiled back, looking at the road as well, pointing to a sign. Aoi nodded and changed lanes. "From the moment you step foot inside my house, you will be in your submissive role, is that clear?"
"Crystal."
"Which means I'm going to punish you if you get sassy, not because I don't like your sass, but because we both want it, and there will be nothing stopping me." Aoi nodded eagerly, and Ruki continued. "I invite you into my house not as my colleague, not as my friend, but as my sub. If you step over that threshold, you ask me to punish you if you disobey, reward you for obedience, do anything I want to you, how I want to, when I want to, understood?"
"Yes." Aoi licked his lips, looking directly at Ruki and putting emphasis on the next word. "Please."
"Is there anything you'd like to add to your list of limits and safe signals?"
"No, but," Aoi started, then trailed off. Ruki pointed to his driveway, and Aoi concentrated on parking for a moment, waiting until the engine was off before he continued. "Can I make you work for it?"
Ruki laughed, his lips curling in a smile that was somewhere between warm and taunting. "I've been waiting for it, but either you're all bark and no bite, or you must think I'm made of porcelain."
"That's not fair." Aoi gave an exaggerated pout, grabbing his bag from the trunk. "We've almost exclusively been in hotel rooms and venues. I didn't want to risk security running in to save me."
On his way past him, Ruki leaned close enough to whisper, discreetly groping Aoi's ass and almost making him bump his head on the car in surprise. "Nobody will save you tonight." He continued up to his door, and Aoi hurried after him, eager to get inside despite all of Ruki's warnings. He may be walking into the lion's den, but he knew exactly what he was doing.
At least, so he thought. Then he stepped into Ruki's living room and realised he'd subconsciously underestimated him. He didn't know what he'd expected, perhaps just sex toys haphazardly strewn about, or some lewd paintings on the walls he didn't want anyone to see, but while he wasn't far off, his idea seemed modest compared to reality.
Ruki had an entire shelf section devoted to toys, all neatly lined up, and some of the dildos he owned were big enough that Aoi shuddered at the sight of them. The walls were lined with riding crops, floggers, whips, paddles, and various bundles of rope. There were sturdy looking hooks installed into the ceiling and floor, and several of the walls had chains already hanging from them. "Fuck, Ruki, now I get why you don't invite people over anymore."
"Do you like it?" Ruki pressed up against Aoi's back, hands resting on his hips while his lips brushed his neck.
"I love it, but I kind of wish you'd have invited me over sooner."
"I didn't know what you'd think of me." He nipped at Aoi's neck, trailing one hand over the front of his trousers and humming, satisfied at what he'd found. "Now I know."
Aoi tipped his head to the side, moaning when Ruki bit down harder, gripping the arm that was now wrapped around his waist. His other hand was still groping him, moving down along his inner thigh and back up slowly, cupping his crotch and squeezing firmly. The obscene touch in itself was so good, Aoi rocked his hips, lips parting in a gasp when Ruki's teeth dug into his skin.
He almost slumped forward when Ruki let go of him and took a step back, missing his touch as soon as it disappeared. "Wait here." Aoi nodded, and when he heard Ruki's steps disappear into a different room, he figured it would be safe to look around for a bit. He recognised the couch from the shots Ruki had sent him, cleverly placed in such a way that one could take pictures or do video calls from it without showing any of his other furniture. The more Aoi looked around, the more he realised the layout of the room was entirely deliberate, down to the last detail. He knew from experience that Ruki didn't half-ass shit, but still. This level of dedication was impressive.
The sound of steps that followed only made it better when he realised the clicking of heels against wood meant Ruki had changed into boots. Aoi turned around, his words catching in his throat at the sight that met him. Ruki was wearing black leather trousers, a white shirt, and black leather gloves. His sleeves were folded up higher than usual, baring some of his ink, and Aoi imagined kneeling at his feet, lapping at his hand like an obedient pet.
"Enjoying the view?"
"So much. Yes." Aoi nodded, blatantly ogling Ruki, considering drooling for dramatic effect. "All of it. You're perfect."
His eyes followed the movement of Ruki's hands when they moved, pulling on the hem of one glove, flexing his fingers, then the other. Ruki smirked, stepping closer and reaching for Aoi's shirt, pulling it over his head without preamble. “You like leather a lot, huh?”
Aoi snorted, raising an eyebrow playfully once his head was free. “No way, how did you guess?”
No sooner did the words leave his lips than he was spun around, Ruki pressing against his back and pinching his nipples, pulling on them until Aoi cried out. He'd been so unprepared for it that he stumbled, almost losing his footing entirely, but Ruki's arms tightened around him and held him upright, fingers twisting his nipples painfully. “That smart mouth is going to get you into trouble.”
It already had, Aoi realised when he tried to push Ruki's hands away and only succeeded in making it worse for himself. He tried to walk backwards, knock Ruki off balance, but then one of his hands dropped lower, gripping Aoi's crotch and digging his fingers into his sensitive balls through his trousers, and Aoi went completely still. He didn't know how far Ruki would go, but he was a little protective of his junk, and he barely dared breathe.
Ruki, apparently satisfied that he'd successfully stopped Aoi from squirming, switched from squeezing to rubbing, grinding against the prominent bulge with a low hum. “I should forbid you from wearing underwear.” His low, sultry voice made Aoi shudder, and with the way he was pressed against Ruki's body, there was no way he didn't notice. Teeth nipped at the skin behind his ear, and Aoi had to remind himself not to just melt in his hold. “Keep you always ready for me, so I can just pull your trousers down and take you whenever I fucking please.”
He rocked his hips, pushing his crotch against Aoi's ass, his other hand trailing up his bare chest to wrap around his throat. The sensation of leather dragging across his skin, smooth and slightly colder than his heated chest, was so distracting, Aoi almost forgot to talk back. “What are you gonna do? Put a lock on my underwear drawer?”
“Or maybe take a pair of scissors to them.” Ruki's fingers tightened around his throat, his teeth clamping down on the soft skin of his neck, and Aoi had to suppress a whimper. “And why stop there? I could bring a knife with me everywhere I go, so it's just a matter of cutting a hole or two and shoving my dick in. All I'd have to bother with would be my own zipper, I wouldn't need to worry about you wearing a pesky belt or anything to slow me down.”
While he spoke, he ground his crotch harder against Aoi's hips, rocking him back and forth with the motions. As much as he loved the idea of Ruki taking him by force, Aoi shook his head. “You wouldn't.”
“I wouldn't?” He could practically hear the grin in Ruki's voice before he pulled back, giving his ass a slap and moving away. “Why not? After all, you want to have your choices taken away until all you are is a fucktoy. Just a worthless, craving, horny bitch, needing to be fucked.”
Aoi snapped his eyes closed, taking a deep breath and just basking in the pleasure of the degrading words and the sound of Ruki's footsteps. “Don't tell me all the fight went out of you already.” Aoi cried out in surprise when his nipples were grabbed again, jerking back and in turn making it worse for himself. Ruki was in front of him now, one eyebrow cocked in challenge, pinching his nipples until Aoi couldn't help but grip his wrists, trying in vain to push him off. ”Was it something I said? Did I hit a little too close to home and now you don't want to open your mouth in case you can't hold back your desperate moans?“
“Fuck off.” He barely got the words out before Ruki slapped him, palm connecting with his cheek, causing stinging pain to spread through his face. He tried to pull away, earning himself another slap, and when he reached for Ruki's hand, his wrist was gripped painfully tight. “Ow, fuck.”
He could do nothing but grit his teeth and bear it, wincing as Ruki increased the pressure on his wrist and nipple until he was trying to squirm out of his grip. And yet, when Ruki let go entirely and pulled away, he pushed his chest forward with a disappointed whine, missing the contact. “Go on, try to pretend you don't want this when you're practically fucking begging for more the second I let go.”
Aoi turned his head away, refusing to meet Ruki's gaze. His breaths came out in short, heavy exhales, his cheeks were red, and he knew it was pointless to deny the fact that Ruki's treatment was making him incredibly aroused. “If I'm enjoying it, doesn't that mean you're doing a piss poor job of punishing me?”
He flinched when Ruki stepped closer, curling in on himself even though he wasn't even touching him, but he didn't get far before hands grabbed the waistband of his trousers, keeping him from putting any distance between them. “Is my performance less than satisfactory?” His words were a faint whisper, and Aoi couldn't tell if he were genuinely asking, so he didn't answer, didn't even shake his head. He'd stopped trying to move away, and now Ruki's hands were working on his trousers, pushing them and his underwear down his thighs in one motion. “Do you want me to hurt you more?”
Aoi finally dared a glance at Ruki's face, not sure how to interpret his expression. One of his soft brows was raised inquisitively, his lips pushed out in the faintest of pouts. Surely, Aoi hadn't managed to offend him, had he? Even if he had, there was nothing to be done about it, Ruki would know immediately if he lied to him, after knowing him for two decades. “Yes, please?”
He didn't even notice that he wasn't breathing until Ruki spoke, still whispering in a soft tone, though Aoi swore it sounded threatening. “Get the rest of your clothes off.” He quickly shimmied out of his trousers, his boxers, and slipped his socks off his feet, completely naked when he straightened up, Ruki's hard gaze watching his every move. He gave him a nervous smile, nodding his head to signal to Ruki that he was ready, and immediately realising how wrong he was.
Ruki's knee shot up without warning, connecting with Aoi's balls, and while he hadn't used a lot of force, the impact still hurt like shit. Aoi doubled over, hands protectively covering his crotch in case a second blow followed, almost stumbling when he was yanked forward by his hair. He was dragged across the floor, bent over and stumbling to follow without tripping over his own feet, and half shoved, half thrown onto a bondage bench. It was at the perfect height to just bend over it, legs spread, knees straight, and torso resting on the padded surface, arms scrambling for something to hold on to.
He was much less prepared than Ruki was, however, and before he knew it, leather cuffs closed around his wrists, binding them to the legs of the bench and leaving little room to wiggle. “What the fuck are you doing?” A hand connected with his cheek in another slap, gripping his chin and raising his head to meet his eyes, and Aoi's dick twitched between his legs at the way Ruki looked at him.
He was no longer masking his features, his nose scrunched in a sneer, eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he looked so pissed, Aoi didn't know whether to be terrified or horny. “You were the one who complained I wasn't punishing you well enough. If it's pain you want, it's pain you'll get, boy. Just know that these walls are soundproofed, and my neighbours expect to hear loud screaming from my house.”
Aoi licked his lips, giving Ruki as defiant a look as he could muster. “Do your worst.”
Ruki held his gaze for a moment longer, perhaps waiting to see if he would falter, but Aoi didn't flinch. His head dropped when Ruki let go and moved away, taking his sweet time crossing the floor, in the direction of his spanking implements, if Aoi had to guess. Bent over the bench, unable to move his arms, there was nothing he could do but wait, listening intently for what Ruki was doing. “Have you ever been whipped before?”
He almost moaned just at the thought, shifting his stance and spreading his legs a little. “Yeah.”
“Then you know it feels different from being hit with a belt or a flogger. The pain is concentrated on a smaller area, and it doesn't take nearly as much force for a lash to hurt severely.” A loud crack echoed through the room, and that time, Aoi winced. “How long before that attitude of yours crumbles into nothing, you think?”
“If you think you can threaten me into submission, you'll be sorely disappointed.” Aoi was already both dreading and anticipating what was to come, but he didn't regret putting himself in this position, not even when he heard steps moving closer, followed by another crack of a whip.
“On the contrary, I'd be disappointed if you surrendered easily.” Ruki's fingers gripped his hair, yanking his head up sharply. He leaned down to whisper into Aoi's ear, words laced with blatant desire. “I want to hurt you. I want to make you cry.”
Aoi bit his lip against a plea, though he was quick to close his mouth when Ruki straightened up and moved behind him, not wanting to risk biting a hole in his skin. He kind of wished he could see Ruki from his position, see if he could tell whether he was getting aroused or not. The thought of him getting a hard-on just from talking about hurting him was intoxicating, and Aoi almost lost track of time imagining him getting off on his pain.
While he hadn't lied when he said he'd been whipped before, it had been a while since the last time, and Aoi realised a little late that he'd almost forgotten what it felt like. When the first strike landed on his ass, Aoi kicked his leg out and howled in pain, instinctively trying to twist away. “What a pretty reaction.” Ruki moaned deeply, cracking the whip in thin air, making Aoi squirm again, adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Not so cocky now, are you?”
He tried to tell Ruki to fuck off, but he didn't even get through the first syllable before the whip snapped against his ass again, and the word ended in a scream. Another strike to the other buttock, and Aoi twisted the other way, almost wishing Ruki had tied his legs so he was completely immobile. Still, he couldn't escape no matter which way he turned, and he could cross his legs as much as he wanted, it wasn't going to achieve anything but change where Ruki hit.
The next blow landed with more force, perfectly cutting across his ass, testament to how great Ruki's aim was. He might pretend to be upset, but it was obviously just an act, with the controlled swings of his arm and the precision with which he struck him. Ruki wasn't taking frustration out on him, they were sharing something intimate, something they both derived pleasure from, although for different reasons.
Aoi loved the way his skin stung wherever the whip landed, the helpless feeling of being physically unable to get away, and the fact that he could scream all he wanted with no consequences. There was something so liberating about knowing no matter how much he cried or begged, the pain he craved wouldn't stop. He could pretend he didn't want it, pretend Ruki was hurting him against his will, and comfort himself with the fact that Ruki knew he was loving it, and was indulging him for exactly that reason.
He shrieked a moment later when his upper thighs were struck, spreading the stinging further down his skin and heating more of the area. “Fuck, stop!”
He panted harshly after his outburst, perking his ears up when Ruki spoke. “Are you asking for mercy, or are you asking me to stop?”
Aoi pouted, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. Ruki was cheating by drawing attention to the unspoken part, making him admit that he remembered what word he would have to use if he actually wanted the whipping to end just fine. “Please, stop,” Aoi sobbed, thighs trembling faintly, tears prickling behind his eyelids, his voice tinged with desperation. “It hurts so much.”
The whip landed on his ass again, and this time, the tears streamed down his cheeks, his mouth parting around more whines. Another strike to his thighs, and Aoi started wailing, finally letting go and losing himself to the sensations. His body jerked every time he was hit, his cries spilling forth, interrupted only by the occasional gasp for air when he was running low. Ruki had settled into a rhythm, alternating between the left buttock, then the right, then his thighs, repeating the pattern and never letting the pain fade entirely in one place.
“Please, Ruki, please!” Aoi's voice broke on the last word, and he tried in vain to turn away, almost jumping out of his own skin when a hand pressed down on his lower back, holding him in place. “I can't.”
“You will.” Ruki stroked his hand slowly over Aoi's ass, and the leather glove felt amazing against his warm skin. Even when he raised his hand and brought it down on his ass, once on either cheek, Aoi just moaned breathlessly. “You can whine and beg as much as you'd like, we're not on tour anymore. I don't have to worry about you being able to stand upright and play guitar tomorrow, and our manager isn't going to come bursting in if they hear you screaming. I'm going to give you what you want, what you've wanted since that first time you disobeyed and touched yourself without permission.”
“I didn't disobey.” Aoi furrowed his brows, swallowing the drool gathering in his mouth in an attempt to sound a little more convincing. “You hadn't told me the rules.”
Faster than he could have prepared for, Ruki stepped back and swung his arm, bringing the whip down on his ass, successfully shutting him up. “Look at that, there's sass left in you, still. Don't tell me you're holding out on me?” He delivered three more lashes to Aoi's burning skin, and with each one, he went up on his toes, struggling against his natural instincts to shy away. “What happened to 'please, stop'?”
“Just don't want to start bleeding.” It was only kind of a lie, because while the idea of being whipped bloody was definitely appealing, it wasn't exactly practical.
“Don't you worry about that, I know what I'm doing. You'll be covered in welts and bruises when I'm done with you, but unless you specifically ask me to make you bleed, I'm not going to.” He raised the whip again, stroking his hand over the length of it, and Aoi swore he could hear the smirk in his tone. “But you're far too eloquent right now for me to believe you've actually had enough.”
Aoi braced for it before he even heard the swish of air, but there wasn't really anything he could have done to prepare for the lashes that followed. He'd asked to be punished, and Ruki delivered, almost making him regret it. One strike after the other to his ass had Aoi screaming, the pain almost unbearable, yet so good at the same time. He didn't count, but he figured Ruki gave him about ten more, and by the time he was satisfied and went to put the whip away, Aoi was wailing softly, tears and snot dripping down his face.
He blinked his eyes open when he heard approaching footsteps, his vision blurry from the tears, but he could clearly see the bulge in Ruki's trousers, big and hard and enticing. Gloved fingers gripped his chin tightly, lifting his head and making their eyes meet, Ruki's cold and sharp, Aoi's red and wet. “Look at that pretty expression, all covered in slime.” He gurgled once, and Aoi barely thought to close his eyes before the spit hit his face, Ruki smearing it over his skin, mixing it with the wetness that was already there and spreading it around.
Aoi's breaths were still coming out in heavy gasps, his ass and thighs were burning with pain, but he wasn't even ashamed when he licked his lips, croaking out the first thing that came to mind. “Fuck me.”
The mocking tone of Ruki's laughter made Aoi's toes curl. “Fuck you?” He was at least nice enough to wipe the filth out of Aoi's eyes so he could open them again, patting his cheek when he tried to turn his head. “Fucking you is easy. Anyone could fuck you. I was fucking you from the moment you surrendered yourself to me. What I'm really interested in is breaking you.”
Aoi shuddered at that, but he couldn't really argue with the truth to that statement, nor did he want to. He liked being a slut, especially for Ruki, but he would be lying if he claimed he didn't love being put in his place in this way. It was the entire reason he talked back, and he ached for the moments where he was torn between his desire to mouth off more and the need for a break. Now, he decided, with his rear burning with constant pain, was definitely the time for a break. “May I at least show you how grateful I am?”
He licked his lips for good measure, looking down pointedly in case there was any chance Ruki might misunderstand his request. “You just stopped crying, your body's still shaking, and you want to blow me? Your depravity knows no bounds.”
“Just come a little closer, please.” If his hands weren't tied, he'd already be reaching for him, consequences be damned.
“Since you want it that badly.” Ruki finally stepped up to the bench, and Aoi stuck his tongue out just in time to feel the outline of his cock against it, moaning hungrily and closing his eyes. Ruki brushed his hair back, gripping it in one hand and resting the other on his hip, chuckling when Aoi lapped at his crotch. “You don't even want me to take it out for you?”
“Not yet.” Aoi was perfectly content like this for a while, dragging his tongue over the leather and pressing his lips to it when he needed to stop to moan. Sometimes it was bittersweet torture being in the GazettE with how often they wore leather. How he'd survived damn near two decades in this band, he had no idea, because every time they went on tour and he had to endure entire days with his dangerously handsome friends wearing clothes he couldn't help but want to rub himself up against, he wondered if this might be it, his last day in the realm of the living.
Now that there was nothing stopping him from indulging, Aoi was willing to exhaust his tongue to make up for lost time. He savoured every lick, every twitch of Ruki's cock under the thick leather, every groan he made when Aoi rubbed his tongue back and forth, desperate to feel it all. He had to pause to breathe, and even then, he couldn't stand being apart from Ruki's crotch for long, pressing his face against it so hard he worried Ruki might pull away.
Ruki let him enjoy himself for a while, silently watching while Aoi drooled, groaned, and slobbered all over his groin, until finally, he'd reached his limit. He tugged firmly on Aoi's hair, pulling him off long enough to undo his trousers and take his dick out, holding it just out of reach. “Open wide.”
“Just like that?” Somehow, Aoi had managed to catch his breath and recover somewhat, and even though his tongue was getting tired, he couldn't resist teasing. Ruki had said he wanted a challenge, right? “I thought you wanted to find out if I can talk back with a mouthful of cock? Isn't it more fun if you shut me up with it than-”
Halfway through the sentence, Ruki seemed to catch on, and he shoved his cock past Aoi's swollen lips without another word, successfully interrupting him. He tried to recoil, but Ruki held him in place by his hair and started thrusting, not giving Aoi a chance to brace himself or catch his breath. “Mouthy bitch. You never learn, do you?”
He tried his best to say 'you love it', but it was impossible with the cock pressing his tongue down, slamming against the back of his throat over and over. He was just happy he'd finally gotten Ruki to give in, to set aside the need to be in control long enough to satisfy his own urges. At least, it felt like he was, with the brutal way he fucked Aoi's face, almost like he was trying to hurt him more than get off, snapping his hips with quick, forceful thrusts.
His breaths were finally getting ragged, his fingers tightening in Aoi's hair, and the guttural groan he failed to suppress when he pushed all the way in almost had Aoi cumming dry. He fought his gag reflex as best he could, chest tightening when he tried and failed to draw in air. Ruki held him down, all of his cock filling Aoi's mouth to the brim, and when he pulled out entirely, they both panted for breath.
“Fuck you! I could have choked!” Aoi glared up at him to hopefully conceal the fact that what he really, desperately wanted to say was 'please, fuck, please do that again'.
“'Could have'? I must be getting rusty.” Even as breathless as he sounded, Ruki shoved back in without hesitation, slapping Aoi's cheek when he reflexively tried to close his mouth. “If I feel your teeth one more time, I'm going to break them, cocksleeve.”
Aoi tried to curse, but all he achieved was a choked retch, his throat trying to push Ruki out while he concentrated only on keeping his breakfast down. Fingers clamped over his nose, and he appreciated the gesture even though it hardly made a difference. He hadn't breathed in a minute, anyway. Just when his head started hurting, Ruki pulled out again, and he sucked in air through his lips between coughing fits.
He clamped his legs shut when Ruki thrust back in, certain if he just pushed his hips up a little, he would orgasm whether he wanted to or not. Ruki let up on his nose to place both hands at the back of his head, interlacing his fingers and practically crushing Aoi's face against his crotch. He held him there while he squirmed, gagging and whining, not letting up until the first spurt of cum went down his throat.
The bench rattled as Aoi instinctively recoiled, coughing and regretting it a moment later when Ruki's cum went out his nose, burning on the way. Ruki bucked his hips against his face, filling his mouth with cum and forcing Aoi to swallow or let it drip down his chin. By the time Ruki pulled back, apparently sated, Aoi felt entirely soggy, and perhaps most embarrassing of all, he needed to cum so badly, it hurt.
While Aoi caught his breath, Ruki tucked himself back in, buttoning his trousers back up and crouching to unhook the cuffs from the bench, though leaving them on his wrists. He circled around and pulled Aoi up to rest against him, walking them back and reaching down to wrap his hand around Aoi's dick. Aoi's knees almost buckled, and he gripped the edge of the bench to have something to hold on to, bucking his hips and pushing his dick into Ruki's hand. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck.”
It took several tries before he could speak properly, the words slurred and barely audible when he finally managed to get them out. “May I cum?” He had no idea how he hadn't just lost it already, aside from his desire to be an obedient fucktoy, despite his bratty attitude. Maybe he just wanted to drag it out, enjoy the sensations of the leather glove around his hard cock.
Ruki draped himself over his back, pressing him against his chest with the arm around his waist, jerking him faster. “Do it.” He stroked Aoi through it, even though he almost toppled over when he finally let go, gripping the bench so hard his knuckles went white. His hips stuttered uselessly, and he was grateful for Ruki milking him until the floor and his hand were both decorated with the evidence of Aoi's enjoyment.
He wished he had the breath to thank him, but then again, he knew something else that would be more effective. When Ruki detached himself from his back, Aoi was quick to turn around and drop to his knees, ignoring the throbbing pain in his butt when he moved. He took Ruki's wrist and lifted it to his mouth, cleaning the remnants of his mess off his hand with his tongue.
“Good boy.” Ruki brushed his left hand through Aoi's hair, who hummed happily, licking at his fingers and looking up through hazy eyes. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
Aoi nodded between licks, sucking Ruki's thumb into his mouth for a moment before he pulled back. “I did, thank you.”
“Good.” Ruki gave him a fond smile, ruffling his hair and leaving the room, and Aoi didn't bother worrying about where he went. He was perfectly content just waiting, taking in what had just happened and how pleasantly sore he was. If this was the treatment he'd receive every time, Aoi would gladly come over more often.
Ruki returned and held out a bottle of water to him, and Aoi reluctantly pulled himself to his feet, taking the water and gulping down mouthfuls happily. He was tempted to pour some over his head to wash off the sticky mix of fluids drying on his face, but he didn't want to get Ruki's floor wet. “May I use your toilet? Maybe splash some water on my face as well?”
Ruki crossed his arms over his chest, cocking his head to the side and raising an eyebrow at him. “How do I know you won't just lock the door and jerk off in there?”
“After I just came?” Aoi mirrored Ruki's expression, though he was careful not to sound too challenging in his tone. His ass served as a good reminder of what would happen if he provoked Ruki.
“Exactly, which is why I'm sure you know you won't get to cum again anytime soon.”
“No fair, I want you to deny me orgasms.” Aoi pouted, but Ruki didn't budge. “You can watch me?”
He flinched when Ruki grabbed him by the throat, pulling him forward until he was looking down at him. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
“Yeah.” Even as tired as he was, Aoi still shuddered at the tone Ruki used, moaning when the grip on his throat tightened.
“If I want to hurt you, you'll suffer. If I want to cum, I'll use you. If I want to watch you piss, I will.”
“Please.” Aoi licked his lips, moaning again.
“Good bitch.” Ruki let go of his throat, slapping him hard and grinning when he gasped. “Alright, this way.”
Aoi followed like a puppy, relieved when Ruki actually led him to the bathroom, though he had to laugh when he opened the door. “Do you have D-rings next to your toilet?”
“If that surprises you, don't look at the ceiling.” Ruki chuckled, leaning against the doorframe, watching Aoi wash his face in the sink. “Does it bother you?”
“Well.” Aoi dragged out the word, scrubbing his face clean and turning to Ruki with a grin. “If you chain me up in your bathroom and keep me as your slave, who's going to play rhythm guitar?”
“Come on, I'll let you out when we have work.”
Aoi winked, lifting the toilet seat and grabbing his dick. “Right, but at this rate, I might not want to leave.”
A/N:Chapter 5 will be a direct continuation of this, and should be the last. I wasn't going to make it a separate chapter, but then this chapter got too long, so they'll be divided.