Kinktober 2022 (days 1-8)
Title: Kinktober 2022
Chapter: drabble list
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairings: various, check each listing
Genre: PWP
Rating: 18+
Warnings: anal, semi-public, mile high club, free use, humiliation, bukkake, gangbang, bondage, sexting, gags, oral fixation, bodily fluids, slapping, bugs, fearplay, cunnilingus, fingering, sex toys
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: various
Comment: A collection of ficlets for Kinktober 2022, listed by pairing and prompt. Tags will be updated as I go. Can also be read on AO3 for easier sorting. See my twitter for prompt list and more info. Please excuse any mistakes, as I'm posting these on the same day I'm writing them without proofreading.
Here you'll find days 1-8 of the prompt fills.
Day 1: Mile High Club, Aoi/Reita
“Your complementary drink, Sir?”
Aoi only briefly looked up from his laptop, about to dismiss the flight attendant and go on with his work, but he paused when he realised this wasn't the same guy who took his order. There was something intriguing about this one, and while Aoi could easily tell he was a man, he still wore the women's uniform. Clad in a small vest that accentuated his cleavage, thigh high stockings, and a black miniskirt, if Aoi hadn't looked more closely, he wouldn't even have noticed anything odd. He carried himself with such dignity, he managed to make it seem like the most natural thing in the world, and Aoi closed his laptop and set it aside. “Thank you. What's your name?”
He gave a quiet laugh, setting the glass down on Aoi's tray, and when he leaned over, Aoi discreetly glanced at his ass. “Reita, Sir. If you have any complaints, you're free to take them up with me directly.”
“Not at all, far from it.” Aoi took a sip from his drink, letting his eyes travel down Reita's body, a little more blatant this time. Reita's easy smile stayed in place, though his brows furrowed ever so slightly, breaking his perfect facade. “Tell me, Reita, have you ever heard of the mile high club?”
Reita glanced around nervously, leaning closer and whispering so softly, Aoi barely heard him at all. “I could lose my job.”
Despite that, he was considering it, and Aoi grinned, taking another sip, though he kept his voice low out of courtesy. “Everyone is asleep, listening to music, or watching something with headphones on. The next meal isn't for another four hours, and there's enough staff that nobody will notice if you go missing for a little bit. Just blame constipation if anyone asks.”
“Calling yourself a ten second wonder, Sir?” Reita's face relaxed somewhat, and Aoi licked his lips.
“Why don't you find out?”
Reita looked around again, chewing on his lip for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Lavatory. I won't lock the door in case anyone gets suspicious, but wait a minute anyway. If someone else comes in, I'll pretend I was changing the toilet paper and get out, so if the door's locked, someone beat you to it.”
“Not your first time, I take it?”
Reita's smile momentarily changed, something mischievous glinting in his eyes, before he composed himself again, giving a short bow. “Will that be all, Sir?”
Aoi paused for a moment, eventually nodding. “Yes, thank you.” He watched Reita move to the front of the cabin, and he couldn't tell if the sway in his hips was intentional, or if it came from the high heeled pumps he wore, but he appreciated it nonetheless. As promised, Reita left the lavatory unlocked when he entered, and Aoi pretended to check something on his phone, polishing off his drink in the meantime. He gave it a few minutes, occasionally glancing up to check that the occupancy sign was green, before finally unbuckling his belt, moving up the aisle, careful not to bump into anyone.
The door slid open to reveal a frowning Reita, though Aoi didn't let that phase him, clicking the lock into place. “I was starting to think you wouldn't show.”
“Decided I'd give you some time to reconsider.” Aoi gripped Reita's waist and turned him around to face the mirror, slipping his arms around him, one hand groping his pec, the other trailing down his exposed stomach to the front of his skirt. He hummed at the bulge he felt underneath his palm, cupping it firmly, grinning at the soft gasp Reita tried to swallow. “Were you imagining all the ways I could fuck you in here?”
“Were you?” Reita's reflection was smiling at him, and Aoi realised with the position they were in, his own crotch was pressed up against his ass, his cheeks fitting snugly around the outline of his dick. Even through their clothes, Reita could probably feel him.
“I was thinking about how prettily you'll moan for me,” Aoi said, grinding his hips slowly, and Reita hummed quietly, rubbing back against him. “Better hope nobody is waiting in line, or you'll risk them hearing you.”
“Put your money where your mouth is and fuck me, or I'm reporting you.”
Despite the curt words, Aoi could hear the arousal clearly in his voice, could feel it against his palm, and he leaned in to nip at Reita's ear. “Ask me nicely.”
Reita tipped his head to the side in silent invitation, humming when Aoi took the hint and kissed his neck, arching his back and leaning over the sink. “Please fuck me, Sir.”
“Aren't you a needy little slut?” Aoi grinned against Reita's skin when his cock twitched beneath his palm, squeezing gently and pressing up against him at the same time. “I didn't exactly come prepared, you know?”
“Maybe not, but I did.” Aoi looked up at that, raising an eyebrow at him, and Reita grinned. “Go on, see for yourself.”
Intrigued, Aoi pulled back, bunching Reita's tight skirt up at his waist and pulling down the lace panties he was wearing. The base of what Aoi figured must be an anal plug showed between his cheeks, a blue jewel set in stainless steel, and he reached down to tug on it. “Naughty boy. You wear this at work?”
“Why not? Nobody's ever noticed, or if they have, they've been too flustered to say anything. Besides, it makes encounters like these a lot easier.”
Aoi stifled his laughter, shaking his head and nibbling on Reita's neck with his teeth, moving the plug inside him. “How often do you get fucked in this lavatory?”
Reita turned his head, reaching back to grip Aoi's hair and pull him in until their lips nearly touched. “More often than you think.”
In the faint light of the lavatory, Reita looked absolutely irresistible with his eyes half closed and lips parted invitingly. He would have been a fool not to kiss him, so he closed the distance between them and muffled his soft moan against Reita's lips, who had reached behind himself to pull down Aoi's zipper. Reita had his cock out and was stroking it in seconds, even though their lips didn't part for longer than it took them to draw their breath and his left hand remained buried in Aoi's hair, clinging to him like he was worried he might leave.
As soon as Aoi was hard enough, Reita let go of him and reached between his cheeks, pulling the plug out and setting it carefully on a shelf. “I'll clean up later, don't worry.”
“Wasn't worried for a second.” He gripped his dick and held it against Reita's entrance, surprised to feel him sinking back on it when he breached the rim, taking him to the hilt with a strained gasp. “What an impatient slut you are, Reita.”
“What, did you want to small talk? Get to know each other first?” Reita's breathy chuckle made Aoi smile.
“I take it you don't want me to go slow, then?” He gripped Reita's hips and spread his legs as much as he could in the cramped space.
Reita leaned forward even more, one hand gripping the edge of the sink, the other pressed against the mirror, making Aoi sink deeper inside his ass. “Fuck me hard.” His hushed tone had to be just as much for Aoi's benefit as for practical reasons, because the mere sound of his voice, let alone the vulgarity of his words, sent a shudder of desire through him. Aoi obliged without further ado, thrusting his hips and rocking Reita's body back and forth before he managed to stabilise himself.
He wasn't moaning, per se, but his mouth was open and heavy breaths were pouring out, fogging up the mirror in front of him. Aoi took it upon himself to prevent a publicity scandal, clamping his hand over Reita's mouth and clenching his own teeth tightly shut, but there was nothing he could do to silence the sounds of fucking. Hopefully everyone was so busy with their own in-flight entertainment that they didn't hear Aoi's.
At least Reita appeared to enjoy the rough pace, because Aoi didn't know if he could have slowed down once he got a rhythm going. Reita just felt so good around his cock, clenching and bucking his hips like a pornstar, and Aoi wondered briefly if it was all to make their encounter as swift as possible, or if he really were enjoying himself as much as it seemed. Either way, he wasn't complaining.
Someone coughed just outside the door, but when Aoi turned his head to listen for more sounds, a hand gripped his head and moved it forward instead. Their eyes met in the mirror, Reita's full of lust, need, begging him not to stop with his gaze alone, and Aoi decided if anyone was waiting in line, they'd just have to find a different lavatory. He dug his fingers into Reita's hip, holding him in place and pounding into him without a care for how loud they were, and the response he got was delicious.
Reita all but collapsed against the sink, holding himself up with one hand and reaching down with the other, and judging by the motions of his arm, he was stroking his dick to the rhythm of Aoi's thrusts. Aoi made a split-second decision to muffle his moan against Reita's skin, burying his face in the crook of his neck just in time before he came so hard he almost lost his footing. He wasn't sure if they hit a bout of turbulence or if the orgasm just made his knees buckle, but he clung so tightly to Reita while he spilled his cum into him, he almost felt bad.
Reita seemed fine, and just moments after Aoi filled him up, he groaned against his hand, trembling in his hold and no doubt spattering the sink, if the folds of his skirt didn't catch the mess. Aoi removed his hand hesitantly, wanting to let Reita catch his breath, but wary of the possibility of being caught. Surprisingly, Reita was coherent enough to keep his panting as quiet as he could, even though Aoi could tell from the way his chest was moving that he was taking in air deep.
He regained his balance soon after, reaching over to grab the plug Reita had set aside earlier before he straightened up. He pulled out carefully, admiring the sight of Reita's hole when he pushed the plug back inside him, loving how easily it slipped into place almost as much as the knowledge that Reita would be walking around for the rest of the flight with an ass full of Aoi's cum. “That was nice, thank you.”
Reita hummed in agreement, taking a couple of tissues and turning around, cleaning Aoi's dick with a smile. “Hope you'll leave a positive review with the airline.”
“With this kind of service?” Aoi raised an eyebrow, looking down at Reita's hand tucking him gently back into his pants before meeting his gaze again. “I'd rather get your number so I can give you my thoughts directly.”
Reita's grin widened, and he gestured to the door. “Why don't you return to your seat while I tidy up in here, maybe if you're good, I'll deliver your meal with an extra tissue later, alright?”
Aoi bit his lip, looking Reita over one more time before reaching for the door handle. “I've never been so excited for plane food in my life.”
Day 2: Free Use, Uruha/Reita
Reita looked over his shoulder when the door to his hotel room opened, raising an eyebrow when Uruha walked in with what looked like a rather painful problem bulging the front of his sweatpants. “I'd ask what's up, but the answer is kinda blatant.”
“Sorry, bro, couldn't sleep. You know how it is, late night boners.”
Uruha was already pushing his trousers down, and Reita nodded to the ab wheel between his hands. “Ever heard of masturbating? I'm kind of in the middle of my workout.”
“If you plant your palms on the floor and raise your hips, I'm sure your abs will get plenty of exercise.” Uruha didn't wait for Reita to move, he grabbed the waistband of his workout tights and pulled them down to his knees, trapping him in the awkward pose; legs straight, ass in the air, head down. When Reita tried to move, a firm hand on his back was all it took for him to freeze in place, allowing Uruha to push two fingers into him without resistance. “Besides, we both know you're just a human fleshlight, anyway.”
He couldn't help the shudder that went down his spine, Uruha's matter-of-fact tone combined with the impatient way he was fingering him turned him on more than he cared to admit. “Fine, get on with it, then.”
“Sure, pretend you don't love being a free use slut, pretend you don't jerk off thinking about someone walking in and taking you whenever they please, using your holes regardless of what you might be doing at the time.” He sounded so smug, Reita hated proving him right, but when Uruha gripped his hips with both hands and shoved his dick into him like the most natural thing in the world, he couldn't help arching his back and moaning like a needy bitch. Uruha had the audacity to laugh at him for it, smacking his butt so hard, the sound bounced off the walls. “Yeah, that's what I thought. You're so easy.”
At least it seemed Uruha was actually worked up already, it only took a few minutes before he was thrusting hard into Reita, pulling him back and grunting with the effort. He might have been lying in bed touching himself earlier, thinking of rubbing one out on his own before deciding to make use of Reita instead. Reita was secretly glad he did, even though his training would have to wait, because while Uruha was fucking him in the most selfish way possible, his own dick was steadily hardening between his legs.
“Okay, maybe I do like being the band fucktoy,” he mumbled, wiping the drool from his mouth, surprisingly not falling even though he had to balance on only one arm for a moment, Uruha still pounding into him at a rising pace.
“Maybe?” Uruha tried to laugh, but he didn't have the breath for it, and it ended up just being a sharp exhale, soon followed by a strained groan when Reita clenched around him. “You drip precum whenever we pass you around like a joint, and the busier you are when you get interrupted, the bigger the mess. Sometimes I think you want someone to fuck your mouth while you're on the phone, you damn slut.”
Reita bit down on his fist in a futile attempt to keep his moans down, but fortunately, Uruha was cumming already. Part of him was sad it had to end so soon, but he knew they had work tomorrow, and he'd fulfilled his purpose. Uruha slipped out, wiped his dick off on Reita's tights, and left with a mere 'goodnight, bro' on his way to the door. Reita was left to deal with the mess and his by now throbbing erection on his own.
Just the way he liked.
Day 3: Bukkake, the GazettE/Reita
It was bittersweet torture having to watch someone jerk off right in front of your face and be completely unable to do anything about it. Kai's cock was so hot, so close, Reita could almost get his lips around it if he leaned a little forward, but he knew better than to try. His wrists were tied to his ankles, he was kneeling on the floor, and even if he could move without risking losing his balance and making a fool out of himself, he knew what came next would be worth it.
“Want it on your face?” Kai rose an eyebrow inquisitively, as though that wasn't the entire fucking reason they were there.
“Please.” Reita licked his lips, forcing himself to tear his gaze from Kai's hand working his cock to meet his gaze instead, giving his best attempt at a pleading look. “Please, cover me in it.”
“Good boy.” Kai parted his lips, tipping his head slightly back, and Reita reluctantly closed his eyes in preparation. The first streak of cum landed diagonally across his nose, almost tickling, but more followed soon enough. Kai had good aim, covering Reita's nose, cheeks, lips with his orgasm while the rest dripped down his neck, hot and sticky.
But Reita was far from satisfied, and he opened his eyes to see Kai stepping aside to let Ruki take his place, grinning at how hard he was already. “Fuck, yes, give it to me.”
“Don't be so impatient.” Ruki grabbed his hair and twisted his hand back, forcing Reita to look up instead of admiring his dick. “You know we won't untie you until you have a face full of cum.”
“He has a point though, there's no need to stall.” Aoi sounded kind of breathless, and Reita shuddered at the thought of him not only touching himself, but working up to an orgasm while watching him get cummed on.
“Please, Ruki.” He bit his lower lip, whimpering when Ruki tugged lightly on his hair, adding a tingle of pain. “Defile me.”
Uruha's distinct, breathy laugh came from just behind Ruki, but Reita had his eyes closed, so it was hard to say. “For him to defile you, you'd have to be pure in the first place.”
More laughter sounded, though Ruki seemed too busy breathing, a muffled grunt leaving him right before more delicious cum spattered Reita's face. It splashed over his forehead this time, a couple strings landing on his eyelids, and now Reita didn't dare try to look, even though he wanted so badly to watch Aoi and Uruha jerk off.
If only he could wipe the cum out of his eyes long enough to at least catch a glimpse, but the cuffs around his wrists were secure, and he was forced to listen to the vulgar sounds of hands moving over dicks and having to imagine what it might look like. Aoi and Uruha looked so good when they played guitar back to back, standing on the platform at the centre of the stage, perfectly in rhythm with one another. Reita wondered if they were jerking off at the same pace, or maybe even if they were stroking one another, deft fingers working their cocks toward completion.
And all for him. Reita's cheeks were already flushed with arousal, but the knowledge that his friends and colleagues were willing to indulge his need to have a face full of cum whenever he asked made him warm inside. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, trying to silently beg for more, hoping he looked even half as sexy as he felt. Even though cum was gathering in his eyelashes, dripping down his face, his jaw, shoulders, he loved the sensation, as sticky and gross as it was.
He flinched when a splash of cum hit his tongue, taking him by surprise, but otherwise stayed still, and was rewarded with more. Most of it landed on his face, some possibly in his hair, some on his tongue, but he was past the point of being particular. His own dick strained against his boxers, hard and leaking precum, and he figured he could climax just from being cummed on if he had anything to rub up against.
“Fuck, that's a gorgeous sight.” Aoi was clearly out of breath, and Reita grinned, turning his head in the direction his voice came from.
“Yeah? Wanna take a picture for me?”
“Way ahead of ya.” An artificial camera shutter followed the sound of Kai's smug voice, and Reita stuck his tongue out, trying to look his best.
"Oh yeah, those are good. You'll definitely have some quality fapping material tonight, cumslut.”
Reita hummed, spreading his legs as far as he could to show how hard he was already, his heart fluttering in his chest at the moans he received for it. “Won't even have to wait that long if you guys would just wipe the worst out of my eyes and bring me a mirror.”
Day 4: Sexting, Ruki/Aoi
I see you moving around awkwardly. Can't sleep either?
I don't understand how the others do it. This road is so bumpy, but Kai's snoring on my shoulder like an earthquake wouldn't wake him
Reita only just dozed off. I think he struggled falling asleep last night though, so he's probably exhausted. Uruha was out like a light as soon as we left town
I'm so jealous
Well, we could whine about how hard it is to catch some sleep on tour, or we could find a way to pass the time
I wasn't kidding when I said Kai's head is on my shoulder, you know. All it takes is him opening his eyes for a second and looking at my screen for this game to go from fun to embarrassing real quick
I thought you said nothing would wake him?
Is that a chance you're willing to take?
I don't recall you being concerned about an audience when I fucked you in the venue bathroom two days ago. In fact, you moaned so loud, I thought you wanted someone to hear you
Maybe you shouldn't have fucked me at the venue, then
How was I supposed to resist you with your hair tied back in that little half ponytail, practically begging me to grab it? Bet you asked staff to do it that way just to entice me
Contrary to popular belief, the world doesn't revolve around you. The fans really like it that way
You are such a fucking brat sometimes, Aoi
Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?
Maybe I'll ask Kai to switch seats with me, push you to your knees between my legs and shove my cock so far down your throat you can't talk back
That's what you call a threat? You're getting rusty
I'd love to hear you say that with your mouth full
Bet I could. I have a big mouth, you know
Bet I could still choke you with it
Nah, I could make you cum faster than I'd suffocate
Wanna find out? Think you could pull it off without vomiting?
Even if I did, that would just make you cum faster. Face it, the odds are in my favour
When we arrive, you're coming with me to the nearest bathroom
You're on. If I can get you off before I choke, you owe me a blowjob
Okay, but when you pull away to breathe before I cum, I get to lay you on your back on the toilet seat, fold you in half, and finish off in your ass
...Ruki
What? Worried you'll have to endure a meeting with cum staining your pants? I thought you were confident
Oh no, I could win if I wanted to
You just no longer want to?
When you make an offer like that, how can I refuse?
Slut
The very best
Day 5: Gags/Silence, Ruki/Uruha
“Isn't it beautiful?” Ruki took the item out of his purse and held it up so Uruha could see, turning it around and showing it from every angle. Uruha had a scrunched look of concentration on his face, perhaps a bit wary, but not apprehensive.
“You gotta admit, it looks a little like a torture instrument.”
“It's not that bad. And yes, I've tried it myself, so I speak from experience.” He handed the gag over to Uruha so he could inspect it for himself. “It's a spider gag. Very appropriate for October.”
“I know what it's called, Ruki, I watch porn like anyone else.” Uruha felt the metal pieces with his fingers, running them along the rim, lips pursed in thought. “So, just to be clear, you just want me to wear this while you indulge in your oral fixation?”
“Pretty much, yeah.” Ruki nodded like it took nothing at all to admit it. Uruha, meanwhile, was fighting off a blush at the thought of wearing a device like that.
“You should probably cuff me or tie me to something. I mean, if something tickles, I might try to swat your hand away.”
“Nervous?”
Ruki was watching him with a look on his face that almost made it seem like he was starting to regret it, and Uruha shook his head. “No, just a little embarrassed, I guess. Not necessarily in a bad way, just... It's gonna be pretty exposing.”
“That's kind of the point.” Ruki was smiling now, placing a hand on Uruha's knee comfortingly. “If you want, I can blindfold you.”
“No thanks, that'd just be worse. Besides, seeing how much you enjoy it is kind of the main thing I'm looking forward to with this.”
“So you are looking forward to it?”
Uruha grinned, handing the gag back to Ruki and wrenching the shirt over his head. “I mean, yeah, I wouldn't do this just out of the goodness of my heart.” He gestured for Ruki to get up, grabbing his arm when he went in the direction of the bedroom. “Think we'll do bathroom today. Easier to clean.”
Ruki rose an eyebrow, but didn't protest, following Uruha to the bathroom and laughing when he pulled a set of handcuffs out from over his medicine cabinet. “You keep cuffs in here?”
“You didn't know? I think we need to fool around more at my place.” Uruha closed one of the cuffs around his wrist, and when he turned around to see how Ruki was doing, he was right in front of him, grinning deviously.
“On your knees.” Uruha went down without a moment's hesitation, and Ruki ran his fingers through his hair appreciatively. He crouched down behind him to lock his wrists in place behind his back, running his hands back up Uruha's arms, rubbing his shoulders gently. “How do you want to signal you need me to uncuff you when you're gagged?”
“Three clear, distinct hums after one another.” Uruha's voice was calm, relaxed, along with his posture, soothing Ruki's insecurities considerably.
“Good.” He held the gag between his hands and lifted it over Uruha's head, holding it in front of his mouth. “Open wide.” He pushed the ring past his lips, between his teeth, far enough back that Uruha grunted. He paused for a second, listening to Uruha's breathing, waiting to see if he would try to pull away, but he didn't. Uruha remained perfectly still, breathing steadily, even when Ruki pulled the straps around to the back of his head and buckled it in place. “Give me two hums if you want me to adjust, one if it's okay.”
He gently pulled some hair free of the clasp, rubbing his shoulders again, and Uruha hummed so sultrily, Ruki's stomach fluttered. He sounded perfectly happy, and Ruki got to his feet, going over to the sink to wash his hands thoroughly, glad Uruha picked the bathroom for this after all. Kneeling on the tiled floor might get uncomfortable after a while, however, and after Ruki dried his hands off, he folded the towel and threw it down in front of Uruha, pointing to it.
Uruha took the hint and shuffled forward, shooting Ruki a grateful look, which he answered with a nod. He watched him for a while, maybe appreciating the view, maybe planning something out in his head, Uruha wasn't sure. All he knew was no matter what followed, being on his knees in front of Ruki, cuffed and gagged, was always delicious. He loved the power imbalance between them in moments like this, with him shirtless and kind of exposed, and Ruki still fully clothed and in control, not to mention the artificial heigh difference. Usually, Uruha was the one looking down at Ruki, which made moments like these more impactful.
“You look beautiful like that, you know?” Ruki moved close enough that Uruha really had to crane his neck to meet his gaze, his crotch almost in his face. “Your lips are really pretty.” He reached down to cup Uruha's jaw, tilting it slightly up and dragging his thumb over his lower lip with a groan. “Prettiest fucking lips in the whole world.”
Uruha couldn't stop his cheeks from heating up that time, but he managed not to look away. He knew Ruki had a thing for his mouth, and while he sometimes found it a little embarrassing to catch him eyeing him from afar, eyes locked on his lips, almost unblinking, it also made him feel appreciated in a way. There was something so genuine in the look on Ruki's face when he pulled his lower lip slightly down, the deep moan he breathed out when a drop of drool slipped down his chin, Uruha shuddered at the scrutiny, but he couldn't deny that it made him feel good.
“Stick your tongue out for me.” Ruki grabbed his tongue between his fingers, squeezing and rubbing it, tugging gently. Uruha fought the reflex to retract it when his mouth started filling up with saliva, the production increasing with the stimulation. When Ruki noticed, he pushed two fingers into Uruha's mouth, careful not to make him gag, dipping it in his spit and rubbing it along the length of his tongue. “Fuck.”
Uruha's cock twitched at the look on Ruki's face, the pure, unabashed arousal clear in his expression and the hoarse tone of his voice. There was no faking that kind of lust, not that Uruha was worried he would. He was just happy Ruki could let go in moments like these, could indulge in his kinks with no worries, that he trusted Uruha enough to share it with him. And Uruha would be lying if he claimed he didn't enjoy aspects of this, too, because he was growing hard much too fast to just blame it on Ruki's contagious enjoyment.
Being on his knees, hands cuffed, mouth pried open by unforgiving steel made him feel incredibly vulnerable, in a good way. Kind of like baring your heart to someone who was nothing but understanding, except he was baring his body, while Ruki was baring his soul. They were both exposing something intimate about themselves, Uruha was just doing it physically, with his entire mouth available to explore.
An opportunity Ruki was taking full advantage of. He ran his fingers along the roof of Uruha's cheek, firmly enough that it didn't tickle, pushing just far enough back that it was almost too much, but not quite. It was difficult to swallow, so Uruha gave up, breathing through his nose and letting Ruki coat his fingers entirely in his spit. He rubbed it over Uruha's lips, admiring the way the shone in the light, grabbing the prongs of the gag with his left hand and using it to steer his head the way he wanted to.
Uruha relaxed his muscles and let Ruki move him however he pleased, moaning when he pursed his lips and a string of saliva trickled from them, straight down into his open mouth. He would have thanked Ruki for including one of his personal delights if he could, but he settled for moaning to communicate his appreciation. Ruki rewarded him with more of what he liked, spitting into his mouth again and rubbing it over his tongue, groaning deeply and sending a shiver down Uruha's spine.
“See what your gorgeous mouth does to me?” Ruki let go of his head, reaching down to grip the outline of his dick through his sweatpants, and Uruha nodded eagerly. “Mind if I cum in your mouth?” He shook his head, and Ruki grinned, pulling his dick out and placing the tip of it on Uruha's tongue, which seemed longer than ever. “Oh yeah, you like how much this affects me.”
Uruha hummed proudly, tearing his gaze away from Ruki's crotch to look up and see the need clearly written on his face. Ruki grabbed the prongs of the gag, and while they kept him from pushing his dick inside and fucking Uruha's mouth properly, they worked fine as handles to hold on to while he rubbed the head slowly back and forth over his tongue. He was hard enough that it didn't matter, anyway, and when Uruha's saliva started spilling past his lips, dripping down his chin and threatening to stain Ruki's sweatpants, his breathing grew ragged and his balls drew up in preparation.
The first spurt painted his tongue, the rest filling his mouth, and Uruha couldn't stop himself from moaning at how beautiful Ruki looked. He rocked his hips against Uruha's face, mostly just holding him still while he ground out his orgasm, and it almost seemed like the more he came, the harder he went. When he finally finished and pulled out, Uruha's jaw was a mess of fluids, his mouth filled to the brim, and he would have swallowed, had it not been for how quickly Ruki squatted down to kiss him.
The gag made it annoyingly difficult, and the kiss was sloppy and wet, more than usual, even, but Ruki seemed happy, and that was what mattered. He eventually pulled away to rest his forehead against Uruha's, panting for breath, stroking his thighs while he worked up the energy to speak. “Fuck, thank you. Give me a minute to catch my breath and I'll get you off. Two hums if you want me to take the gag out first, one of you want to keep it in until after you cum.”
Uruha thought about it for only a second before giving a single breathless hum.
Day 6: Slapping, Kai/Aoi
Aoi didn't protest when he was pushed to sit on the bed, Kai leaning down a second later to press their lips together in a heated kiss. His mouth was so insistent, Aoi shuddered at the clear desire communicated, the hunger evident in Kai's deep groan that rumbled through his chest. Kai cupped his cheek in his palm, tilting his face up slightly so he could deepen the kiss, and Aoi's hands started roaming, trailing down his chest, stomach, toward what he wanted right then.
The second Aoi's fingers reached the buckle of his belt, Kai pulled away and raised his hand, bringing it down on his cheek with enough force that he let go immediately. There was a deep frown on Kai's face, and when he spoke, his voice was low, a clear warning in his tone. "Who said you could do that?"
Aoi's face was warm, not just because of the imprint Kai's hand left behind. There was something deliciously humiliating about being hit like that, because in any other situation, he would have been pissed, would have stood up for himself and said Kai didn't have any right to get physical with him over something so trivial. But in this specific context, sitting on Kai's bed, with him looking down at him with that stern look of his, Aoi just bit his lip coyly, showing no intention of answering the question.
Kai's eyebrow rose slightly at the mischievous look on his face, and there was no way he didn't know what was coming, but he still waited until fingers brushed his belt before he slapped him again. This time, Aoi breathed out a soft moan, stomach fluttering with arousal and shame, and he gripped Kai's belt buckle firmly, pulling him closer and smiling when he earned himself another couple of smacks for it.
His hair was grabbed and his head yanked back, forcing him to meet Kai's gaze, and Aoi answered his frown with a playful smile. "What, you don't want me to undress you? Did I misunderstand when you invited me to stay the night?"
Kai's fingers tightened in his hair, and Aoi winced, reaching up to grab his wrist. Kai smacked his cheek lightly a few times, not letting him pull away, and Aoi closed his eyes, scrunching his nose up, his blush deepening when Kai laughed at him. "Someone should teach you some manners."
Aoi licked his lips, squirming in his spot, but not trying to pull away. Every slap left a stinging sensation on his cheek, and his arousal was growing steadily, to the point where he didn't even bother trying to hide his desire for more. "Are you volunteering?"
Kai's mouth curled in a grin, and he leaned down to whisper in his ear, caressing Aoi's cheek and making him flinch. "Want me to beat the attitude out of you?"
He nipped at the skin below Aoi's ear while he considered his words carefully. He liked his attitude, thank you very much, and he was sure Kai secretly liked it too. Or perhaps he just liked having an excuse to smack Aoi around, but either way, he was sure neither of them truly wanted him to stop.
He hummed thoughtfully after a second, leaning back on his arms and giving his best cocky grin, running his foot along Kai's leg teasingly. "You're welcome to try."
Day 7: Bugs/Insects, Kai/Reita
Reita stared at the bustling ants with a shudder while Kai finished tying his arms to his chest, wrapping the rope around his torso and tightening it until Reita grunted. He looked up at his face, and must have noticed the apprehensive look on his face, because he cupped his chin and leaned close to whisper softly. “Hey, you can back out at any point, I won't hold it against you.”
He shook his head, trying to smile around the ring gag between his teeth. He still wanted this, but now that it was actually getting real, he had to admit, it was kind of scary. At least he trusted Kai completely, and even when he grabbed the rope and shoved Reita backward, holding him just above the anthill, he didn't kick his feet or resist. His breathing quickened, and he struggled not to lose his footing, but he remained hovering in the air, held up by Kai's grip on the rope, watching him with wide eyes.
He fell gracelessly on his back when Kai released him, landing softly and crushing the construction of dirt and twigs the poor ants had probably spent weeks assembling, though there was little time to feel guilty about ruining their hard work. Almost immediately, the ants started crawling over his naked body, and Reita screamed, rolling side to side and trying to shake them off. He hoped nobody was taking a walk through the forest right then and tried to come help, or he would be mortified.
It was bad enough being covered in hundreds of little insects, scuttering over his skin and tickling him, but when he finally managed to roll over, the damn things started biting. He rolled around a couple of times, shrieking in frustration, before a foot on his hip pinned him to the ground. Kai was grinning down at him, and even though Reita started pleading, giving him a desperate look and trying to squirm away, he didn't budge.
Maybe he was enjoying this more than he'd expected, or maybe he'd noticed that despite his protests and frantic attempts at getting away, Reita was actually growing hard. Whether it was the physical sensations of thousands of legs crawling all over him, the occasional stinging bites, or the mix of humiliation and fear, Reita's body was responding to the entire situation with arousal. Before long, his desperate whimpers had turned into heavy panting, and he was no longer trying to shake the bugs off, he was raising his hips into thin air like he was trying to rub up against something.
Kai was gracious enough to move his foot so it was over his crotch, and Reita groaned, humping the sole of his boot and blushing when he laughed. “You weren't kidding, huh? This really does turn you on.” Reita nodded, closing his eyes from embarrassment, but he couldn't stop himself from grinding his hips against Kai's foot, chasing his orgasm. “Better hurry it up, I think they're heading for your face, and it's not like you can close your mouth right now.”
Reita shuddered, whined, and with a strangled noise that he'd never admit to making if Kai ever confronted him about it, he came harder than he ever had before.
Day 8: Sex Swap, Uruha/Aoi
Aoi stirred from his sleep when the alarm on his phone rang, groaning quietly and leaning over to switch it off. Something felt off about that morning, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it, and he was ready to snooze until his next alarm when a confused sound from next to him pulled him back to wakefulness.
“What the fuck?” Uruha's voice sounded odd, different from normal, and Aoi furrowed his brows.
“What's wrong?” His voice was barely a mumble, he longed to drift off again and rest a little longer, but Uruha was having none of that.
“What do you mean 'what's wrong'? Fucking hell, Aoi, look at me!”
Aoi grudgingly rolled over, and there it was again, that feeling that something was very, very wrong. He was given no time to dwell on it, however, as Uruha tossed the duvet off, revealing his upper body and staring at it in horror. Although mostly flattened by the natural pull of gravity, there was clearly something under Uruha's shirt, creating a small mound on his chest and pulling the fabric out to the sides. It was fortunate that he preferred sleeping in baggy clothes, because a more tight-fitting shirt would have struggled to contain what Aoi was starting to realise were a pair of sizeable breasts.
“What the fuck?”
“That's what I said.” Uruha turned his head to give him a sharp look, though the glare quickly faded, his eyes dropping to Aoi's chest. “Uh, Aoi?”
Aoi was sure all the colour drained from his face when he realised where Uruha's gaze was, and he held his breath, understanding dawning on him, the reason why he felt so weird becoming apparent when he looked down. Although seemingly not as big as Uruha's, his shirt had a bump in the front as well, and Aoi could do nothing but stare in horror at himself. “No way.”
Uruha rolled onto his side, wincing when gravity made his breasts shift, though he ignored it in favour of reaching out to cup Aoi's chest, squeezing the flesh in his hand, making him cry out and recoil from his touch. “That feels so fucking weird.”
“At least yours are a more normal size.” Uruha placed his hand on his own chest instead, giving Aoi a desperate look while he tried to fit one of his breasts in his hand, to no avail. Even his fairly large hand couldn't fully wrap around the flesh. “Mine are enormous.”
“Shit, you're right.” For a moment, he was mesmerised by the sight of Uruha fondling his own breast, but the trance was broken when his body started responding to the sight and Aoi realised that his added chest padding wasn't the only anomaly of the day. He reached down hesitantly, Uruha's gaze following his hand when it slipped between his legs, and he froze in shock at what he felt.
“You've seriously got to be fucking kidding me.”
“At least we're both in the same boat?” Uruha gave him a lopsided smile, as though trying to comfort him, but Aoi didn't see it, already reaching for his phone.
“It must have been that fucking witch from last night, shit, we shouldn't have brushed her off so quickly.” Aoi pulled up his contacts and tapped the screen a few times, putting the call on speaker so Uruha could hear the dial tone. “Come on, pick up, pick up.”
“Guys, it's still early.”
Kai's voice sounded raspy from the other end, he'd probably been asleep when he got the call, but at least it was the usual deep tone Aoi was used to hearing, so hopefully, he hadn't been affected by the spell. “Yeah, well this is an emergency. Do you remember that woman from the bar last night?”
Kai took a moment to think. “The strange one who said she was going to curse you both for your public displays of affection?”
“You need to find her,” Aoi said firmly, and when Kai answered, he sounded genuinely confused.
“Why? She was a little weird, I'll admit, but I'm sure she wasn't actually serious.”
“Oh, she was serious, Kai.” Uruha leaned closer to the phone, desperation clear in his tone. “Dead serious.”
“What are you guys talking about? And why do you sound so weird?”
Kai was clearly starting to wake up, and Aoi thought he could hear the faint rustling of sheets over the speaker. “Because we have tits, Kai. Tits and a pussy.”
There was a long pause on the other end. “What?”
“I have no idea how she did it, but she transformed our bodies.”
“The both of you? Full on female?”
“I'm not gonna wait and see if I have a uterus as well, fucking find her and get her to reverse this shit!”
“Guys, we have a photo shoot today.”
“There's no way I'm shooting anything like this. I won't even fit into my shirt.” Uruha's brows furrowed in horror. “What if it can't be reversed and I have to be like this forever?”
“You won't, because Kai is going to cancel the shoot, find that woman, and do whatever it takes to get her to turn us back. I don't care what she wants, money, fame, exotic birds, whatever she asks for, you give it to her.”
“Shit, you guys really aren't kidding?”
“Do you need me to send you a tit pic to believe us? Of course we're not kidding!”
“Okay, okay, calm down. Why can't you just go yourselves?”
“I'm not going outside like this, what if someone recognises me? Besides, there's not a damn bra in the whole apartment.” Aoi rubbed a hand over his face, realising this was something he needed to worry about now. “Kai, tell me you're going to do anything in your fucking power to fix this.”
“Of course, I'm so sorry. Should I call Reita and Ruki and send them over?”
“No fucking way am I letting them see me like this.” Uruha rolled out of bed and wrapped his arms around himself, walking slowly over to the bathroom.
“Let's keep this between the three of us for the time being, okay?”
“Okay. I have to hang up to call management, but I'll text you as soon as I've emptied our schedule, and then I'll start looking for that woman. Will you be okay alone?”
“I think so, and if not, we'll call you again. Thank you, Kai.”
“Of course. We've got to get you back to your hairy, masculine selves again as fast as possible.”
Aoi groaned and hung up, deciding to trust Kai for now. He had more important things to worry about, like the strained noise that came from the bathroom followed by an unmistakable trickling, Uruha having left the door slightly ajar, probably so he could hear the conversation. “This is so weird.”
“You're telling me?”
“No, seriously. You have to sit.”
“Of course you have to sit, Uruha, have you never had a girlfriend over?”
“I never watched them pee.” Uruha sounded defensive, and Aoi buried his face in his pillow and groaned. The entire situation was beyond absurd, and he wished he could go back to bed, but he was definitely too wired to fall asleep again now.
Uruha returned a good while later, flopping on the bed and rolling over on his back. “I can't have tits, Aoi. How am I going to wear my guitar strap?”
“You realise there are female guitarists, right?” He turned to look at Uruha, who gave him a pleading look, and with his new feminine features, Aoi had to admit he looked adorable.
“I can't do it. I'll have to quit the band.”
“Nonsense. Kai will get on top of this and we'll be back in our own bodies before we know it.” Aoi nodded briefly as if to reassure himself, and Uruha frowned, fixing his gaze on the ceiling. Neither said anything for a while after that, probably too absorbed in their own thoughts to speak, until Aoi turned and looked at Uruha again. “Those really are huge.”
Uruha hummed in agreement, biting his lip. “If I wasn't freaking out, I'd probably find them attractive.”
“Maybe that's what we need to do.”
“Hm?” Uruha glanced at Aoi, who had rolled over on his side to watch him, head propped up on one hand.
“Just lying around thinking isn't doing us any good, what we need is a distraction. Besides, haven't you ever wondered what a female orgasm feels like?”
Uruha frowned deeply, studying Aoi's face as he thought it over. “Well, yeah, who hasn't? But are you seriously thinking about sex right now?”
“No, and maybe that's the problem.”
“I suppose it would take our minds off the negative aspects of the situation,” Uruha said after a while. “But wouldn't it be weird?”
“Why? We're no strangers to the female body.” Aoi ran his hand over his chest to prove his point, satisfied when Uruha's gaze followed the movement. “Come on, you can't say you're not curious.”
Uruha nodded grudgingly. “Okay. But if it gets too strange, you'll just have to masturbate.”
“I can live with that.” Aoi crawled closer, leaning over him and kissing him slowly, and at least that part was the same as always, Uruha's lips moving the same way as usual, indicating that their bodies really were the only thing that had changed about them. He slid a hand up Uruha's thigh, passing over his shorts and up past them, under his shirt.
His movements were hesitant when he reached his chest, because while he'd touched Uruha more times than he could count, this was totally different. He very gently slid his palm higher, quickly freezing when Uruha flinched under him, pulling away from his lips. "Is it too much?" As soft as his breast was and as much as he wanted to squeeze it, Aoi politely retracted his hand when Uruha grunted and rolled them over.
"Let me do this at my pace." Uruha looked up to make sure Aoi realised he meant it, reaching for his sweatpants and pulling them slowly down. He studied Aoi's legs closely, noticing they were still more or less the same shape as usual, though his hips might be slightly wider, or perhaps Uruha was just imagining it. This spell had him second guessing everything he knew about Aoi's body, and he ran his hands up his shins, his thighs, feeling the skin and muscle beneath his palms and trying not to overthink it.
Despite being the same ones he'd gone to bed in, Aoi's boxers looked completely out of place, though that was probably more about what wasn't there than anything else. Something was very blatantly missing, and Uruha swallowed nervously before grabbing the waistband, pulling cautiously and watching with a mix of fascination and disbelief as the underwear slid down to reveal a vulva. Aoi's vulva. "This is bizarre."
"You're telling me?" Aoi giggled, wrenching his shirt over his head and pulling a pillow under his head so he could watch Uruha stare at his crotch, running one hand over his own chest experimentally.
Uruha looked up, raising an eyebrow at Aoi's relaxed demeanour and the casual way he was groping himself. "Are you actually enjoying this?"
"Might as well." Aoi sent him a playful grin, circling his nipple with one finger, drawing Uruha's gaze to it. "But don't let me distract you, I believe you were in the middle of something."
His cheeky attitude was the same as always, and Uruha decided to take him down a notch, bending down and flicking his tongue harshly over Aoi's clit, making him cry out and twitch from the sudden sensation. "I thought you wanted me to hurry up?"
"Seriously, dude, touch yourself, see how weird it feels." Aoi bit his lip, trying and failing to hold back a moan when Uruha licked him again, more gently this time.
"If you insist." He shifted his weight so he could hold himself up by leaning on his left arm, reaching underneath himself to slip his hand inside his underwear, groping himself with a soft laugh. "Yeah, okay, I see what you mean. It does feel kind of nice, though." He pressed his hips against his hand, moaning at the pressure and arousal that spread through him, helping him relax a little more.
Before Aoi could say anything further, Uruha buried his face between his thighs and parted his labia with his tongue, dragging it up the slit and stopping just before he reached his clit. Aoi's reaction was delicious, his thighs closing around Uruha's head and his hand coming down to grip his hair, pushing him further down with a shaky moan. Uruha didn't resist, he closed his eyes and sucked gently on Aoi's lips, gripping his thighs in his hands and holding them open so he wouldn't crush his head.
Aoi was already trembling, moaning with every stroke of Uruha's tongue, every suck of his warm mouth, thrusting up against him and nearly whining in frustration when he held him down. In the brief moments while Uruha sucked his fingers into his mouth to get them wet, Aoi tried to pull his head down in a silent command to keep going, his cheeks flushing deeply when something pressed against his entrance. "Fuck, Uruha."
"You're really wet." The grin was audible in Uruha's voice, and he gently slid a finger into Aoi's slick hole, watching his face contort in pleasure and surprise. "You're fucking loving this, aren't you?"
"Didn't know you were so good at eating pussy." Aoi turned his head, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth to stifle his moans. "I mean, I kinda did, but theoretical knowledge and practical knowledge are two very different things."
"You're too talkative for me to be as good as you claim." Fortunately, Uruha knew how to fix that. He pushed a second finger into Aoi and curled them, taking his clit in his mouth and sucking gently while rubbing his fingers over his G-spot, successfully rendering Aoi speechless. His toes curled against the mattress, his hands gripped the pillow tightly, and Uruha hummed in satisfaction, stroking Aoi's clit with his tongue while thrusting his fingers into him.
He tested different angles until he found the one that made Aoi the loudest, slamming his fingers into him and slurping obscenely, holding him in place with his left arm firmly curled around his thigh. His muscles tensed, his moans reaching a pitch Uruha had never heard from him before, and he swore he felt his own clit throbbing when Aoi convulsed around his fingers, straining up against his mouth as much as he could. A string of broken moans and incoherent noises spilled past his lips, and Uruha kept sucking, licking, rubbing his fingers until Aoi started tugging on his hair, whimpering softly.
He sat up, licking his lips and wiping his chin on his hand, grinning down at Aoi. He was lying limply, panting like they'd just finished a live, eyes glossy and unfocused, and as proud as Uruha was, he was also struck by a twinge of jealousy. "So, how did it feel?"
"Familiar and weird at the same time." Aoi swallowed, breathing in deep a couple of times when he realised how quietly he was speaking. "But really fucking good, so thank you."
"Hang tight." Uruha patted his knee and got up, reaching into the back of a drawer and pulling out a hitachi wand with a smile. "I'm not done with you yet."
"Wait, seriously?" Aoi was either too tired to protest, or he didn't bother trying, allowing Uruha to move his legs around how he pleased. He watched him slide his underwear off and climb back onto the bed, eyes widening when he straddled him, kneeling on one leg and hooking the other over Aoi's hip. "Yo, I just came."
"So?" Uruha turned the wand around his hand, looking for the buttons. "I don't have to worry about you being able to get it up again quickly enough now."
Aoi didn't get a chance to protest, because in the next second, Uruha switched the vibrator on and held it against his sensitive flesh, pressing it against his clit and pelvis and nearly making him scream. He clenched his jaw and arched his back, and Uruha chuckled, gripping Aoi's knee with his free hand and lowering himself so the vibrator was trapped between them, stimulating them both at the same time.
"You better hope Kai manages to fix this sooner rather than later," Uruha whispered, grinding his hips against the toy and in turn pushing it against Aoi's clit, loving the moans he could coax out of him that way. "Until he does, I'm going to milk this opportunity for all it's worth."
Chapter: drabble list
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairings: various, check each listing
Genre: PWP
Rating: 18+
Warnings: anal, semi-public, mile high club, free use, humiliation, bukkake, gangbang, bondage, sexting, gags, oral fixation, bodily fluids, slapping, bugs, fearplay, cunnilingus, fingering, sex toys
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: various
Comment: A collection of ficlets for Kinktober 2022, listed by pairing and prompt. Tags will be updated as I go. Can also be read on AO3 for easier sorting. See my twitter for prompt list and more info. Please excuse any mistakes, as I'm posting these on the same day I'm writing them without proofreading.
Here you'll find days 1-8 of the prompt fills.
Day 1: Mile High Club, Aoi/Reita
“Your complementary drink, Sir?”
Aoi only briefly looked up from his laptop, about to dismiss the flight attendant and go on with his work, but he paused when he realised this wasn't the same guy who took his order. There was something intriguing about this one, and while Aoi could easily tell he was a man, he still wore the women's uniform. Clad in a small vest that accentuated his cleavage, thigh high stockings, and a black miniskirt, if Aoi hadn't looked more closely, he wouldn't even have noticed anything odd. He carried himself with such dignity, he managed to make it seem like the most natural thing in the world, and Aoi closed his laptop and set it aside. “Thank you. What's your name?”
He gave a quiet laugh, setting the glass down on Aoi's tray, and when he leaned over, Aoi discreetly glanced at his ass. “Reita, Sir. If you have any complaints, you're free to take them up with me directly.”
“Not at all, far from it.” Aoi took a sip from his drink, letting his eyes travel down Reita's body, a little more blatant this time. Reita's easy smile stayed in place, though his brows furrowed ever so slightly, breaking his perfect facade. “Tell me, Reita, have you ever heard of the mile high club?”
Reita glanced around nervously, leaning closer and whispering so softly, Aoi barely heard him at all. “I could lose my job.”
Despite that, he was considering it, and Aoi grinned, taking another sip, though he kept his voice low out of courtesy. “Everyone is asleep, listening to music, or watching something with headphones on. The next meal isn't for another four hours, and there's enough staff that nobody will notice if you go missing for a little bit. Just blame constipation if anyone asks.”
“Calling yourself a ten second wonder, Sir?” Reita's face relaxed somewhat, and Aoi licked his lips.
“Why don't you find out?”
Reita looked around again, chewing on his lip for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Lavatory. I won't lock the door in case anyone gets suspicious, but wait a minute anyway. If someone else comes in, I'll pretend I was changing the toilet paper and get out, so if the door's locked, someone beat you to it.”
“Not your first time, I take it?”
Reita's smile momentarily changed, something mischievous glinting in his eyes, before he composed himself again, giving a short bow. “Will that be all, Sir?”
Aoi paused for a moment, eventually nodding. “Yes, thank you.” He watched Reita move to the front of the cabin, and he couldn't tell if the sway in his hips was intentional, or if it came from the high heeled pumps he wore, but he appreciated it nonetheless. As promised, Reita left the lavatory unlocked when he entered, and Aoi pretended to check something on his phone, polishing off his drink in the meantime. He gave it a few minutes, occasionally glancing up to check that the occupancy sign was green, before finally unbuckling his belt, moving up the aisle, careful not to bump into anyone.
The door slid open to reveal a frowning Reita, though Aoi didn't let that phase him, clicking the lock into place. “I was starting to think you wouldn't show.”
“Decided I'd give you some time to reconsider.” Aoi gripped Reita's waist and turned him around to face the mirror, slipping his arms around him, one hand groping his pec, the other trailing down his exposed stomach to the front of his skirt. He hummed at the bulge he felt underneath his palm, cupping it firmly, grinning at the soft gasp Reita tried to swallow. “Were you imagining all the ways I could fuck you in here?”
“Were you?” Reita's reflection was smiling at him, and Aoi realised with the position they were in, his own crotch was pressed up against his ass, his cheeks fitting snugly around the outline of his dick. Even through their clothes, Reita could probably feel him.
“I was thinking about how prettily you'll moan for me,” Aoi said, grinding his hips slowly, and Reita hummed quietly, rubbing back against him. “Better hope nobody is waiting in line, or you'll risk them hearing you.”
“Put your money where your mouth is and fuck me, or I'm reporting you.”
Despite the curt words, Aoi could hear the arousal clearly in his voice, could feel it against his palm, and he leaned in to nip at Reita's ear. “Ask me nicely.”
Reita tipped his head to the side in silent invitation, humming when Aoi took the hint and kissed his neck, arching his back and leaning over the sink. “Please fuck me, Sir.”
“Aren't you a needy little slut?” Aoi grinned against Reita's skin when his cock twitched beneath his palm, squeezing gently and pressing up against him at the same time. “I didn't exactly come prepared, you know?”
“Maybe not, but I did.” Aoi looked up at that, raising an eyebrow at him, and Reita grinned. “Go on, see for yourself.”
Intrigued, Aoi pulled back, bunching Reita's tight skirt up at his waist and pulling down the lace panties he was wearing. The base of what Aoi figured must be an anal plug showed between his cheeks, a blue jewel set in stainless steel, and he reached down to tug on it. “Naughty boy. You wear this at work?”
“Why not? Nobody's ever noticed, or if they have, they've been too flustered to say anything. Besides, it makes encounters like these a lot easier.”
Aoi stifled his laughter, shaking his head and nibbling on Reita's neck with his teeth, moving the plug inside him. “How often do you get fucked in this lavatory?”
Reita turned his head, reaching back to grip Aoi's hair and pull him in until their lips nearly touched. “More often than you think.”
In the faint light of the lavatory, Reita looked absolutely irresistible with his eyes half closed and lips parted invitingly. He would have been a fool not to kiss him, so he closed the distance between them and muffled his soft moan against Reita's lips, who had reached behind himself to pull down Aoi's zipper. Reita had his cock out and was stroking it in seconds, even though their lips didn't part for longer than it took them to draw their breath and his left hand remained buried in Aoi's hair, clinging to him like he was worried he might leave.
As soon as Aoi was hard enough, Reita let go of him and reached between his cheeks, pulling the plug out and setting it carefully on a shelf. “I'll clean up later, don't worry.”
“Wasn't worried for a second.” He gripped his dick and held it against Reita's entrance, surprised to feel him sinking back on it when he breached the rim, taking him to the hilt with a strained gasp. “What an impatient slut you are, Reita.”
“What, did you want to small talk? Get to know each other first?” Reita's breathy chuckle made Aoi smile.
“I take it you don't want me to go slow, then?” He gripped Reita's hips and spread his legs as much as he could in the cramped space.
Reita leaned forward even more, one hand gripping the edge of the sink, the other pressed against the mirror, making Aoi sink deeper inside his ass. “Fuck me hard.” His hushed tone had to be just as much for Aoi's benefit as for practical reasons, because the mere sound of his voice, let alone the vulgarity of his words, sent a shudder of desire through him. Aoi obliged without further ado, thrusting his hips and rocking Reita's body back and forth before he managed to stabilise himself.
He wasn't moaning, per se, but his mouth was open and heavy breaths were pouring out, fogging up the mirror in front of him. Aoi took it upon himself to prevent a publicity scandal, clamping his hand over Reita's mouth and clenching his own teeth tightly shut, but there was nothing he could do to silence the sounds of fucking. Hopefully everyone was so busy with their own in-flight entertainment that they didn't hear Aoi's.
At least Reita appeared to enjoy the rough pace, because Aoi didn't know if he could have slowed down once he got a rhythm going. Reita just felt so good around his cock, clenching and bucking his hips like a pornstar, and Aoi wondered briefly if it was all to make their encounter as swift as possible, or if he really were enjoying himself as much as it seemed. Either way, he wasn't complaining.
Someone coughed just outside the door, but when Aoi turned his head to listen for more sounds, a hand gripped his head and moved it forward instead. Their eyes met in the mirror, Reita's full of lust, need, begging him not to stop with his gaze alone, and Aoi decided if anyone was waiting in line, they'd just have to find a different lavatory. He dug his fingers into Reita's hip, holding him in place and pounding into him without a care for how loud they were, and the response he got was delicious.
Reita all but collapsed against the sink, holding himself up with one hand and reaching down with the other, and judging by the motions of his arm, he was stroking his dick to the rhythm of Aoi's thrusts. Aoi made a split-second decision to muffle his moan against Reita's skin, burying his face in the crook of his neck just in time before he came so hard he almost lost his footing. He wasn't sure if they hit a bout of turbulence or if the orgasm just made his knees buckle, but he clung so tightly to Reita while he spilled his cum into him, he almost felt bad.
Reita seemed fine, and just moments after Aoi filled him up, he groaned against his hand, trembling in his hold and no doubt spattering the sink, if the folds of his skirt didn't catch the mess. Aoi removed his hand hesitantly, wanting to let Reita catch his breath, but wary of the possibility of being caught. Surprisingly, Reita was coherent enough to keep his panting as quiet as he could, even though Aoi could tell from the way his chest was moving that he was taking in air deep.
He regained his balance soon after, reaching over to grab the plug Reita had set aside earlier before he straightened up. He pulled out carefully, admiring the sight of Reita's hole when he pushed the plug back inside him, loving how easily it slipped into place almost as much as the knowledge that Reita would be walking around for the rest of the flight with an ass full of Aoi's cum. “That was nice, thank you.”
Reita hummed in agreement, taking a couple of tissues and turning around, cleaning Aoi's dick with a smile. “Hope you'll leave a positive review with the airline.”
“With this kind of service?” Aoi raised an eyebrow, looking down at Reita's hand tucking him gently back into his pants before meeting his gaze again. “I'd rather get your number so I can give you my thoughts directly.”
Reita's grin widened, and he gestured to the door. “Why don't you return to your seat while I tidy up in here, maybe if you're good, I'll deliver your meal with an extra tissue later, alright?”
Aoi bit his lip, looking Reita over one more time before reaching for the door handle. “I've never been so excited for plane food in my life.”
Day 2: Free Use, Uruha/Reita
Reita looked over his shoulder when the door to his hotel room opened, raising an eyebrow when Uruha walked in with what looked like a rather painful problem bulging the front of his sweatpants. “I'd ask what's up, but the answer is kinda blatant.”
“Sorry, bro, couldn't sleep. You know how it is, late night boners.”
Uruha was already pushing his trousers down, and Reita nodded to the ab wheel between his hands. “Ever heard of masturbating? I'm kind of in the middle of my workout.”
“If you plant your palms on the floor and raise your hips, I'm sure your abs will get plenty of exercise.” Uruha didn't wait for Reita to move, he grabbed the waistband of his workout tights and pulled them down to his knees, trapping him in the awkward pose; legs straight, ass in the air, head down. When Reita tried to move, a firm hand on his back was all it took for him to freeze in place, allowing Uruha to push two fingers into him without resistance. “Besides, we both know you're just a human fleshlight, anyway.”
He couldn't help the shudder that went down his spine, Uruha's matter-of-fact tone combined with the impatient way he was fingering him turned him on more than he cared to admit. “Fine, get on with it, then.”
“Sure, pretend you don't love being a free use slut, pretend you don't jerk off thinking about someone walking in and taking you whenever they please, using your holes regardless of what you might be doing at the time.” He sounded so smug, Reita hated proving him right, but when Uruha gripped his hips with both hands and shoved his dick into him like the most natural thing in the world, he couldn't help arching his back and moaning like a needy bitch. Uruha had the audacity to laugh at him for it, smacking his butt so hard, the sound bounced off the walls. “Yeah, that's what I thought. You're so easy.”
At least it seemed Uruha was actually worked up already, it only took a few minutes before he was thrusting hard into Reita, pulling him back and grunting with the effort. He might have been lying in bed touching himself earlier, thinking of rubbing one out on his own before deciding to make use of Reita instead. Reita was secretly glad he did, even though his training would have to wait, because while Uruha was fucking him in the most selfish way possible, his own dick was steadily hardening between his legs.
“Okay, maybe I do like being the band fucktoy,” he mumbled, wiping the drool from his mouth, surprisingly not falling even though he had to balance on only one arm for a moment, Uruha still pounding into him at a rising pace.
“Maybe?” Uruha tried to laugh, but he didn't have the breath for it, and it ended up just being a sharp exhale, soon followed by a strained groan when Reita clenched around him. “You drip precum whenever we pass you around like a joint, and the busier you are when you get interrupted, the bigger the mess. Sometimes I think you want someone to fuck your mouth while you're on the phone, you damn slut.”
Reita bit down on his fist in a futile attempt to keep his moans down, but fortunately, Uruha was cumming already. Part of him was sad it had to end so soon, but he knew they had work tomorrow, and he'd fulfilled his purpose. Uruha slipped out, wiped his dick off on Reita's tights, and left with a mere 'goodnight, bro' on his way to the door. Reita was left to deal with the mess and his by now throbbing erection on his own.
Just the way he liked.
Day 3: Bukkake, the GazettE/Reita
It was bittersweet torture having to watch someone jerk off right in front of your face and be completely unable to do anything about it. Kai's cock was so hot, so close, Reita could almost get his lips around it if he leaned a little forward, but he knew better than to try. His wrists were tied to his ankles, he was kneeling on the floor, and even if he could move without risking losing his balance and making a fool out of himself, he knew what came next would be worth it.
“Want it on your face?” Kai rose an eyebrow inquisitively, as though that wasn't the entire fucking reason they were there.
“Please.” Reita licked his lips, forcing himself to tear his gaze from Kai's hand working his cock to meet his gaze instead, giving his best attempt at a pleading look. “Please, cover me in it.”
“Good boy.” Kai parted his lips, tipping his head slightly back, and Reita reluctantly closed his eyes in preparation. The first streak of cum landed diagonally across his nose, almost tickling, but more followed soon enough. Kai had good aim, covering Reita's nose, cheeks, lips with his orgasm while the rest dripped down his neck, hot and sticky.
But Reita was far from satisfied, and he opened his eyes to see Kai stepping aside to let Ruki take his place, grinning at how hard he was already. “Fuck, yes, give it to me.”
“Don't be so impatient.” Ruki grabbed his hair and twisted his hand back, forcing Reita to look up instead of admiring his dick. “You know we won't untie you until you have a face full of cum.”
“He has a point though, there's no need to stall.” Aoi sounded kind of breathless, and Reita shuddered at the thought of him not only touching himself, but working up to an orgasm while watching him get cummed on.
“Please, Ruki.” He bit his lower lip, whimpering when Ruki tugged lightly on his hair, adding a tingle of pain. “Defile me.”
Uruha's distinct, breathy laugh came from just behind Ruki, but Reita had his eyes closed, so it was hard to say. “For him to defile you, you'd have to be pure in the first place.”
More laughter sounded, though Ruki seemed too busy breathing, a muffled grunt leaving him right before more delicious cum spattered Reita's face. It splashed over his forehead this time, a couple strings landing on his eyelids, and now Reita didn't dare try to look, even though he wanted so badly to watch Aoi and Uruha jerk off.
If only he could wipe the cum out of his eyes long enough to at least catch a glimpse, but the cuffs around his wrists were secure, and he was forced to listen to the vulgar sounds of hands moving over dicks and having to imagine what it might look like. Aoi and Uruha looked so good when they played guitar back to back, standing on the platform at the centre of the stage, perfectly in rhythm with one another. Reita wondered if they were jerking off at the same pace, or maybe even if they were stroking one another, deft fingers working their cocks toward completion.
And all for him. Reita's cheeks were already flushed with arousal, but the knowledge that his friends and colleagues were willing to indulge his need to have a face full of cum whenever he asked made him warm inside. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, trying to silently beg for more, hoping he looked even half as sexy as he felt. Even though cum was gathering in his eyelashes, dripping down his face, his jaw, shoulders, he loved the sensation, as sticky and gross as it was.
He flinched when a splash of cum hit his tongue, taking him by surprise, but otherwise stayed still, and was rewarded with more. Most of it landed on his face, some possibly in his hair, some on his tongue, but he was past the point of being particular. His own dick strained against his boxers, hard and leaking precum, and he figured he could climax just from being cummed on if he had anything to rub up against.
“Fuck, that's a gorgeous sight.” Aoi was clearly out of breath, and Reita grinned, turning his head in the direction his voice came from.
“Yeah? Wanna take a picture for me?”
“Way ahead of ya.” An artificial camera shutter followed the sound of Kai's smug voice, and Reita stuck his tongue out, trying to look his best.
"Oh yeah, those are good. You'll definitely have some quality fapping material tonight, cumslut.”
Reita hummed, spreading his legs as far as he could to show how hard he was already, his heart fluttering in his chest at the moans he received for it. “Won't even have to wait that long if you guys would just wipe the worst out of my eyes and bring me a mirror.”
Day 4: Sexting, Ruki/Aoi
I see you moving around awkwardly. Can't sleep either?
I don't understand how the others do it. This road is so bumpy, but Kai's snoring on my shoulder like an earthquake wouldn't wake him
Reita only just dozed off. I think he struggled falling asleep last night though, so he's probably exhausted. Uruha was out like a light as soon as we left town
I'm so jealous
Well, we could whine about how hard it is to catch some sleep on tour, or we could find a way to pass the time
I wasn't kidding when I said Kai's head is on my shoulder, you know. All it takes is him opening his eyes for a second and looking at my screen for this game to go from fun to embarrassing real quick
I thought you said nothing would wake him?
Is that a chance you're willing to take?
I don't recall you being concerned about an audience when I fucked you in the venue bathroom two days ago. In fact, you moaned so loud, I thought you wanted someone to hear you
Maybe you shouldn't have fucked me at the venue, then
How was I supposed to resist you with your hair tied back in that little half ponytail, practically begging me to grab it? Bet you asked staff to do it that way just to entice me
Contrary to popular belief, the world doesn't revolve around you. The fans really like it that way
You are such a fucking brat sometimes, Aoi
Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?
Maybe I'll ask Kai to switch seats with me, push you to your knees between my legs and shove my cock so far down your throat you can't talk back
That's what you call a threat? You're getting rusty
I'd love to hear you say that with your mouth full
Bet I could. I have a big mouth, you know
Bet I could still choke you with it
Nah, I could make you cum faster than I'd suffocate
Wanna find out? Think you could pull it off without vomiting?
Even if I did, that would just make you cum faster. Face it, the odds are in my favour
When we arrive, you're coming with me to the nearest bathroom
You're on. If I can get you off before I choke, you owe me a blowjob
Okay, but when you pull away to breathe before I cum, I get to lay you on your back on the toilet seat, fold you in half, and finish off in your ass
...Ruki
What? Worried you'll have to endure a meeting with cum staining your pants? I thought you were confident
Oh no, I could win if I wanted to
You just no longer want to?
When you make an offer like that, how can I refuse?
Slut
The very best
Day 5: Gags/Silence, Ruki/Uruha
“Isn't it beautiful?” Ruki took the item out of his purse and held it up so Uruha could see, turning it around and showing it from every angle. Uruha had a scrunched look of concentration on his face, perhaps a bit wary, but not apprehensive.
“You gotta admit, it looks a little like a torture instrument.”
“It's not that bad. And yes, I've tried it myself, so I speak from experience.” He handed the gag over to Uruha so he could inspect it for himself. “It's a spider gag. Very appropriate for October.”
“I know what it's called, Ruki, I watch porn like anyone else.” Uruha felt the metal pieces with his fingers, running them along the rim, lips pursed in thought. “So, just to be clear, you just want me to wear this while you indulge in your oral fixation?”
“Pretty much, yeah.” Ruki nodded like it took nothing at all to admit it. Uruha, meanwhile, was fighting off a blush at the thought of wearing a device like that.
“You should probably cuff me or tie me to something. I mean, if something tickles, I might try to swat your hand away.”
“Nervous?”
Ruki was watching him with a look on his face that almost made it seem like he was starting to regret it, and Uruha shook his head. “No, just a little embarrassed, I guess. Not necessarily in a bad way, just... It's gonna be pretty exposing.”
“That's kind of the point.” Ruki was smiling now, placing a hand on Uruha's knee comfortingly. “If you want, I can blindfold you.”
“No thanks, that'd just be worse. Besides, seeing how much you enjoy it is kind of the main thing I'm looking forward to with this.”
“So you are looking forward to it?”
Uruha grinned, handing the gag back to Ruki and wrenching the shirt over his head. “I mean, yeah, I wouldn't do this just out of the goodness of my heart.” He gestured for Ruki to get up, grabbing his arm when he went in the direction of the bedroom. “Think we'll do bathroom today. Easier to clean.”
Ruki rose an eyebrow, but didn't protest, following Uruha to the bathroom and laughing when he pulled a set of handcuffs out from over his medicine cabinet. “You keep cuffs in here?”
“You didn't know? I think we need to fool around more at my place.” Uruha closed one of the cuffs around his wrist, and when he turned around to see how Ruki was doing, he was right in front of him, grinning deviously.
“On your knees.” Uruha went down without a moment's hesitation, and Ruki ran his fingers through his hair appreciatively. He crouched down behind him to lock his wrists in place behind his back, running his hands back up Uruha's arms, rubbing his shoulders gently. “How do you want to signal you need me to uncuff you when you're gagged?”
“Three clear, distinct hums after one another.” Uruha's voice was calm, relaxed, along with his posture, soothing Ruki's insecurities considerably.
“Good.” He held the gag between his hands and lifted it over Uruha's head, holding it in front of his mouth. “Open wide.” He pushed the ring past his lips, between his teeth, far enough back that Uruha grunted. He paused for a second, listening to Uruha's breathing, waiting to see if he would try to pull away, but he didn't. Uruha remained perfectly still, breathing steadily, even when Ruki pulled the straps around to the back of his head and buckled it in place. “Give me two hums if you want me to adjust, one if it's okay.”
He gently pulled some hair free of the clasp, rubbing his shoulders again, and Uruha hummed so sultrily, Ruki's stomach fluttered. He sounded perfectly happy, and Ruki got to his feet, going over to the sink to wash his hands thoroughly, glad Uruha picked the bathroom for this after all. Kneeling on the tiled floor might get uncomfortable after a while, however, and after Ruki dried his hands off, he folded the towel and threw it down in front of Uruha, pointing to it.
Uruha took the hint and shuffled forward, shooting Ruki a grateful look, which he answered with a nod. He watched him for a while, maybe appreciating the view, maybe planning something out in his head, Uruha wasn't sure. All he knew was no matter what followed, being on his knees in front of Ruki, cuffed and gagged, was always delicious. He loved the power imbalance between them in moments like this, with him shirtless and kind of exposed, and Ruki still fully clothed and in control, not to mention the artificial heigh difference. Usually, Uruha was the one looking down at Ruki, which made moments like these more impactful.
“You look beautiful like that, you know?” Ruki moved close enough that Uruha really had to crane his neck to meet his gaze, his crotch almost in his face. “Your lips are really pretty.” He reached down to cup Uruha's jaw, tilting it slightly up and dragging his thumb over his lower lip with a groan. “Prettiest fucking lips in the whole world.”
Uruha couldn't stop his cheeks from heating up that time, but he managed not to look away. He knew Ruki had a thing for his mouth, and while he sometimes found it a little embarrassing to catch him eyeing him from afar, eyes locked on his lips, almost unblinking, it also made him feel appreciated in a way. There was something so genuine in the look on Ruki's face when he pulled his lower lip slightly down, the deep moan he breathed out when a drop of drool slipped down his chin, Uruha shuddered at the scrutiny, but he couldn't deny that it made him feel good.
“Stick your tongue out for me.” Ruki grabbed his tongue between his fingers, squeezing and rubbing it, tugging gently. Uruha fought the reflex to retract it when his mouth started filling up with saliva, the production increasing with the stimulation. When Ruki noticed, he pushed two fingers into Uruha's mouth, careful not to make him gag, dipping it in his spit and rubbing it along the length of his tongue. “Fuck.”
Uruha's cock twitched at the look on Ruki's face, the pure, unabashed arousal clear in his expression and the hoarse tone of his voice. There was no faking that kind of lust, not that Uruha was worried he would. He was just happy Ruki could let go in moments like these, could indulge in his kinks with no worries, that he trusted Uruha enough to share it with him. And Uruha would be lying if he claimed he didn't enjoy aspects of this, too, because he was growing hard much too fast to just blame it on Ruki's contagious enjoyment.
Being on his knees, hands cuffed, mouth pried open by unforgiving steel made him feel incredibly vulnerable, in a good way. Kind of like baring your heart to someone who was nothing but understanding, except he was baring his body, while Ruki was baring his soul. They were both exposing something intimate about themselves, Uruha was just doing it physically, with his entire mouth available to explore.
An opportunity Ruki was taking full advantage of. He ran his fingers along the roof of Uruha's cheek, firmly enough that it didn't tickle, pushing just far enough back that it was almost too much, but not quite. It was difficult to swallow, so Uruha gave up, breathing through his nose and letting Ruki coat his fingers entirely in his spit. He rubbed it over Uruha's lips, admiring the way the shone in the light, grabbing the prongs of the gag with his left hand and using it to steer his head the way he wanted to.
Uruha relaxed his muscles and let Ruki move him however he pleased, moaning when he pursed his lips and a string of saliva trickled from them, straight down into his open mouth. He would have thanked Ruki for including one of his personal delights if he could, but he settled for moaning to communicate his appreciation. Ruki rewarded him with more of what he liked, spitting into his mouth again and rubbing it over his tongue, groaning deeply and sending a shiver down Uruha's spine.
“See what your gorgeous mouth does to me?” Ruki let go of his head, reaching down to grip the outline of his dick through his sweatpants, and Uruha nodded eagerly. “Mind if I cum in your mouth?” He shook his head, and Ruki grinned, pulling his dick out and placing the tip of it on Uruha's tongue, which seemed longer than ever. “Oh yeah, you like how much this affects me.”
Uruha hummed proudly, tearing his gaze away from Ruki's crotch to look up and see the need clearly written on his face. Ruki grabbed the prongs of the gag, and while they kept him from pushing his dick inside and fucking Uruha's mouth properly, they worked fine as handles to hold on to while he rubbed the head slowly back and forth over his tongue. He was hard enough that it didn't matter, anyway, and when Uruha's saliva started spilling past his lips, dripping down his chin and threatening to stain Ruki's sweatpants, his breathing grew ragged and his balls drew up in preparation.
The first spurt painted his tongue, the rest filling his mouth, and Uruha couldn't stop himself from moaning at how beautiful Ruki looked. He rocked his hips against Uruha's face, mostly just holding him still while he ground out his orgasm, and it almost seemed like the more he came, the harder he went. When he finally finished and pulled out, Uruha's jaw was a mess of fluids, his mouth filled to the brim, and he would have swallowed, had it not been for how quickly Ruki squatted down to kiss him.
The gag made it annoyingly difficult, and the kiss was sloppy and wet, more than usual, even, but Ruki seemed happy, and that was what mattered. He eventually pulled away to rest his forehead against Uruha's, panting for breath, stroking his thighs while he worked up the energy to speak. “Fuck, thank you. Give me a minute to catch my breath and I'll get you off. Two hums if you want me to take the gag out first, one of you want to keep it in until after you cum.”
Uruha thought about it for only a second before giving a single breathless hum.
Day 6: Slapping, Kai/Aoi
Aoi didn't protest when he was pushed to sit on the bed, Kai leaning down a second later to press their lips together in a heated kiss. His mouth was so insistent, Aoi shuddered at the clear desire communicated, the hunger evident in Kai's deep groan that rumbled through his chest. Kai cupped his cheek in his palm, tilting his face up slightly so he could deepen the kiss, and Aoi's hands started roaming, trailing down his chest, stomach, toward what he wanted right then.
The second Aoi's fingers reached the buckle of his belt, Kai pulled away and raised his hand, bringing it down on his cheek with enough force that he let go immediately. There was a deep frown on Kai's face, and when he spoke, his voice was low, a clear warning in his tone. "Who said you could do that?"
Aoi's face was warm, not just because of the imprint Kai's hand left behind. There was something deliciously humiliating about being hit like that, because in any other situation, he would have been pissed, would have stood up for himself and said Kai didn't have any right to get physical with him over something so trivial. But in this specific context, sitting on Kai's bed, with him looking down at him with that stern look of his, Aoi just bit his lip coyly, showing no intention of answering the question.
Kai's eyebrow rose slightly at the mischievous look on his face, and there was no way he didn't know what was coming, but he still waited until fingers brushed his belt before he slapped him again. This time, Aoi breathed out a soft moan, stomach fluttering with arousal and shame, and he gripped Kai's belt buckle firmly, pulling him closer and smiling when he earned himself another couple of smacks for it.
His hair was grabbed and his head yanked back, forcing him to meet Kai's gaze, and Aoi answered his frown with a playful smile. "What, you don't want me to undress you? Did I misunderstand when you invited me to stay the night?"
Kai's fingers tightened in his hair, and Aoi winced, reaching up to grab his wrist. Kai smacked his cheek lightly a few times, not letting him pull away, and Aoi closed his eyes, scrunching his nose up, his blush deepening when Kai laughed at him. "Someone should teach you some manners."
Aoi licked his lips, squirming in his spot, but not trying to pull away. Every slap left a stinging sensation on his cheek, and his arousal was growing steadily, to the point where he didn't even bother trying to hide his desire for more. "Are you volunteering?"
Kai's mouth curled in a grin, and he leaned down to whisper in his ear, caressing Aoi's cheek and making him flinch. "Want me to beat the attitude out of you?"
He nipped at the skin below Aoi's ear while he considered his words carefully. He liked his attitude, thank you very much, and he was sure Kai secretly liked it too. Or perhaps he just liked having an excuse to smack Aoi around, but either way, he was sure neither of them truly wanted him to stop.
He hummed thoughtfully after a second, leaning back on his arms and giving his best cocky grin, running his foot along Kai's leg teasingly. "You're welcome to try."
Day 7: Bugs/Insects, Kai/Reita
Reita stared at the bustling ants with a shudder while Kai finished tying his arms to his chest, wrapping the rope around his torso and tightening it until Reita grunted. He looked up at his face, and must have noticed the apprehensive look on his face, because he cupped his chin and leaned close to whisper softly. “Hey, you can back out at any point, I won't hold it against you.”
He shook his head, trying to smile around the ring gag between his teeth. He still wanted this, but now that it was actually getting real, he had to admit, it was kind of scary. At least he trusted Kai completely, and even when he grabbed the rope and shoved Reita backward, holding him just above the anthill, he didn't kick his feet or resist. His breathing quickened, and he struggled not to lose his footing, but he remained hovering in the air, held up by Kai's grip on the rope, watching him with wide eyes.
He fell gracelessly on his back when Kai released him, landing softly and crushing the construction of dirt and twigs the poor ants had probably spent weeks assembling, though there was little time to feel guilty about ruining their hard work. Almost immediately, the ants started crawling over his naked body, and Reita screamed, rolling side to side and trying to shake them off. He hoped nobody was taking a walk through the forest right then and tried to come help, or he would be mortified.
It was bad enough being covered in hundreds of little insects, scuttering over his skin and tickling him, but when he finally managed to roll over, the damn things started biting. He rolled around a couple of times, shrieking in frustration, before a foot on his hip pinned him to the ground. Kai was grinning down at him, and even though Reita started pleading, giving him a desperate look and trying to squirm away, he didn't budge.
Maybe he was enjoying this more than he'd expected, or maybe he'd noticed that despite his protests and frantic attempts at getting away, Reita was actually growing hard. Whether it was the physical sensations of thousands of legs crawling all over him, the occasional stinging bites, or the mix of humiliation and fear, Reita's body was responding to the entire situation with arousal. Before long, his desperate whimpers had turned into heavy panting, and he was no longer trying to shake the bugs off, he was raising his hips into thin air like he was trying to rub up against something.
Kai was gracious enough to move his foot so it was over his crotch, and Reita groaned, humping the sole of his boot and blushing when he laughed. “You weren't kidding, huh? This really does turn you on.” Reita nodded, closing his eyes from embarrassment, but he couldn't stop himself from grinding his hips against Kai's foot, chasing his orgasm. “Better hurry it up, I think they're heading for your face, and it's not like you can close your mouth right now.”
Reita shuddered, whined, and with a strangled noise that he'd never admit to making if Kai ever confronted him about it, he came harder than he ever had before.
Day 8: Sex Swap, Uruha/Aoi
Aoi stirred from his sleep when the alarm on his phone rang, groaning quietly and leaning over to switch it off. Something felt off about that morning, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it, and he was ready to snooze until his next alarm when a confused sound from next to him pulled him back to wakefulness.
“What the fuck?” Uruha's voice sounded odd, different from normal, and Aoi furrowed his brows.
“What's wrong?” His voice was barely a mumble, he longed to drift off again and rest a little longer, but Uruha was having none of that.
“What do you mean 'what's wrong'? Fucking hell, Aoi, look at me!”
Aoi grudgingly rolled over, and there it was again, that feeling that something was very, very wrong. He was given no time to dwell on it, however, as Uruha tossed the duvet off, revealing his upper body and staring at it in horror. Although mostly flattened by the natural pull of gravity, there was clearly something under Uruha's shirt, creating a small mound on his chest and pulling the fabric out to the sides. It was fortunate that he preferred sleeping in baggy clothes, because a more tight-fitting shirt would have struggled to contain what Aoi was starting to realise were a pair of sizeable breasts.
“What the fuck?”
“That's what I said.” Uruha turned his head to give him a sharp look, though the glare quickly faded, his eyes dropping to Aoi's chest. “Uh, Aoi?”
Aoi was sure all the colour drained from his face when he realised where Uruha's gaze was, and he held his breath, understanding dawning on him, the reason why he felt so weird becoming apparent when he looked down. Although seemingly not as big as Uruha's, his shirt had a bump in the front as well, and Aoi could do nothing but stare in horror at himself. “No way.”
Uruha rolled onto his side, wincing when gravity made his breasts shift, though he ignored it in favour of reaching out to cup Aoi's chest, squeezing the flesh in his hand, making him cry out and recoil from his touch. “That feels so fucking weird.”
“At least yours are a more normal size.” Uruha placed his hand on his own chest instead, giving Aoi a desperate look while he tried to fit one of his breasts in his hand, to no avail. Even his fairly large hand couldn't fully wrap around the flesh. “Mine are enormous.”
“Shit, you're right.” For a moment, he was mesmerised by the sight of Uruha fondling his own breast, but the trance was broken when his body started responding to the sight and Aoi realised that his added chest padding wasn't the only anomaly of the day. He reached down hesitantly, Uruha's gaze following his hand when it slipped between his legs, and he froze in shock at what he felt.
“You've seriously got to be fucking kidding me.”
“At least we're both in the same boat?” Uruha gave him a lopsided smile, as though trying to comfort him, but Aoi didn't see it, already reaching for his phone.
“It must have been that fucking witch from last night, shit, we shouldn't have brushed her off so quickly.” Aoi pulled up his contacts and tapped the screen a few times, putting the call on speaker so Uruha could hear the dial tone. “Come on, pick up, pick up.”
“Guys, it's still early.”
Kai's voice sounded raspy from the other end, he'd probably been asleep when he got the call, but at least it was the usual deep tone Aoi was used to hearing, so hopefully, he hadn't been affected by the spell. “Yeah, well this is an emergency. Do you remember that woman from the bar last night?”
Kai took a moment to think. “The strange one who said she was going to curse you both for your public displays of affection?”
“You need to find her,” Aoi said firmly, and when Kai answered, he sounded genuinely confused.
“Why? She was a little weird, I'll admit, but I'm sure she wasn't actually serious.”
“Oh, she was serious, Kai.” Uruha leaned closer to the phone, desperation clear in his tone. “Dead serious.”
“What are you guys talking about? And why do you sound so weird?”
Kai was clearly starting to wake up, and Aoi thought he could hear the faint rustling of sheets over the speaker. “Because we have tits, Kai. Tits and a pussy.”
There was a long pause on the other end. “What?”
“I have no idea how she did it, but she transformed our bodies.”
“The both of you? Full on female?”
“I'm not gonna wait and see if I have a uterus as well, fucking find her and get her to reverse this shit!”
“Guys, we have a photo shoot today.”
“There's no way I'm shooting anything like this. I won't even fit into my shirt.” Uruha's brows furrowed in horror. “What if it can't be reversed and I have to be like this forever?”
“You won't, because Kai is going to cancel the shoot, find that woman, and do whatever it takes to get her to turn us back. I don't care what she wants, money, fame, exotic birds, whatever she asks for, you give it to her.”
“Shit, you guys really aren't kidding?”
“Do you need me to send you a tit pic to believe us? Of course we're not kidding!”
“Okay, okay, calm down. Why can't you just go yourselves?”
“I'm not going outside like this, what if someone recognises me? Besides, there's not a damn bra in the whole apartment.” Aoi rubbed a hand over his face, realising this was something he needed to worry about now. “Kai, tell me you're going to do anything in your fucking power to fix this.”
“Of course, I'm so sorry. Should I call Reita and Ruki and send them over?”
“No fucking way am I letting them see me like this.” Uruha rolled out of bed and wrapped his arms around himself, walking slowly over to the bathroom.
“Let's keep this between the three of us for the time being, okay?”
“Okay. I have to hang up to call management, but I'll text you as soon as I've emptied our schedule, and then I'll start looking for that woman. Will you be okay alone?”
“I think so, and if not, we'll call you again. Thank you, Kai.”
“Of course. We've got to get you back to your hairy, masculine selves again as fast as possible.”
Aoi groaned and hung up, deciding to trust Kai for now. He had more important things to worry about, like the strained noise that came from the bathroom followed by an unmistakable trickling, Uruha having left the door slightly ajar, probably so he could hear the conversation. “This is so weird.”
“You're telling me?”
“No, seriously. You have to sit.”
“Of course you have to sit, Uruha, have you never had a girlfriend over?”
“I never watched them pee.” Uruha sounded defensive, and Aoi buried his face in his pillow and groaned. The entire situation was beyond absurd, and he wished he could go back to bed, but he was definitely too wired to fall asleep again now.
Uruha returned a good while later, flopping on the bed and rolling over on his back. “I can't have tits, Aoi. How am I going to wear my guitar strap?”
“You realise there are female guitarists, right?” He turned to look at Uruha, who gave him a pleading look, and with his new feminine features, Aoi had to admit he looked adorable.
“I can't do it. I'll have to quit the band.”
“Nonsense. Kai will get on top of this and we'll be back in our own bodies before we know it.” Aoi nodded briefly as if to reassure himself, and Uruha frowned, fixing his gaze on the ceiling. Neither said anything for a while after that, probably too absorbed in their own thoughts to speak, until Aoi turned and looked at Uruha again. “Those really are huge.”
Uruha hummed in agreement, biting his lip. “If I wasn't freaking out, I'd probably find them attractive.”
“Maybe that's what we need to do.”
“Hm?” Uruha glanced at Aoi, who had rolled over on his side to watch him, head propped up on one hand.
“Just lying around thinking isn't doing us any good, what we need is a distraction. Besides, haven't you ever wondered what a female orgasm feels like?”
Uruha frowned deeply, studying Aoi's face as he thought it over. “Well, yeah, who hasn't? But are you seriously thinking about sex right now?”
“No, and maybe that's the problem.”
“I suppose it would take our minds off the negative aspects of the situation,” Uruha said after a while. “But wouldn't it be weird?”
“Why? We're no strangers to the female body.” Aoi ran his hand over his chest to prove his point, satisfied when Uruha's gaze followed the movement. “Come on, you can't say you're not curious.”
Uruha nodded grudgingly. “Okay. But if it gets too strange, you'll just have to masturbate.”
“I can live with that.” Aoi crawled closer, leaning over him and kissing him slowly, and at least that part was the same as always, Uruha's lips moving the same way as usual, indicating that their bodies really were the only thing that had changed about them. He slid a hand up Uruha's thigh, passing over his shorts and up past them, under his shirt.
His movements were hesitant when he reached his chest, because while he'd touched Uruha more times than he could count, this was totally different. He very gently slid his palm higher, quickly freezing when Uruha flinched under him, pulling away from his lips. "Is it too much?" As soft as his breast was and as much as he wanted to squeeze it, Aoi politely retracted his hand when Uruha grunted and rolled them over.
"Let me do this at my pace." Uruha looked up to make sure Aoi realised he meant it, reaching for his sweatpants and pulling them slowly down. He studied Aoi's legs closely, noticing they were still more or less the same shape as usual, though his hips might be slightly wider, or perhaps Uruha was just imagining it. This spell had him second guessing everything he knew about Aoi's body, and he ran his hands up his shins, his thighs, feeling the skin and muscle beneath his palms and trying not to overthink it.
Despite being the same ones he'd gone to bed in, Aoi's boxers looked completely out of place, though that was probably more about what wasn't there than anything else. Something was very blatantly missing, and Uruha swallowed nervously before grabbing the waistband, pulling cautiously and watching with a mix of fascination and disbelief as the underwear slid down to reveal a vulva. Aoi's vulva. "This is bizarre."
"You're telling me?" Aoi giggled, wrenching his shirt over his head and pulling a pillow under his head so he could watch Uruha stare at his crotch, running one hand over his own chest experimentally.
Uruha looked up, raising an eyebrow at Aoi's relaxed demeanour and the casual way he was groping himself. "Are you actually enjoying this?"
"Might as well." Aoi sent him a playful grin, circling his nipple with one finger, drawing Uruha's gaze to it. "But don't let me distract you, I believe you were in the middle of something."
His cheeky attitude was the same as always, and Uruha decided to take him down a notch, bending down and flicking his tongue harshly over Aoi's clit, making him cry out and twitch from the sudden sensation. "I thought you wanted me to hurry up?"
"Seriously, dude, touch yourself, see how weird it feels." Aoi bit his lip, trying and failing to hold back a moan when Uruha licked him again, more gently this time.
"If you insist." He shifted his weight so he could hold himself up by leaning on his left arm, reaching underneath himself to slip his hand inside his underwear, groping himself with a soft laugh. "Yeah, okay, I see what you mean. It does feel kind of nice, though." He pressed his hips against his hand, moaning at the pressure and arousal that spread through him, helping him relax a little more.
Before Aoi could say anything further, Uruha buried his face between his thighs and parted his labia with his tongue, dragging it up the slit and stopping just before he reached his clit. Aoi's reaction was delicious, his thighs closing around Uruha's head and his hand coming down to grip his hair, pushing him further down with a shaky moan. Uruha didn't resist, he closed his eyes and sucked gently on Aoi's lips, gripping his thighs in his hands and holding them open so he wouldn't crush his head.
Aoi was already trembling, moaning with every stroke of Uruha's tongue, every suck of his warm mouth, thrusting up against him and nearly whining in frustration when he held him down. In the brief moments while Uruha sucked his fingers into his mouth to get them wet, Aoi tried to pull his head down in a silent command to keep going, his cheeks flushing deeply when something pressed against his entrance. "Fuck, Uruha."
"You're really wet." The grin was audible in Uruha's voice, and he gently slid a finger into Aoi's slick hole, watching his face contort in pleasure and surprise. "You're fucking loving this, aren't you?"
"Didn't know you were so good at eating pussy." Aoi turned his head, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth to stifle his moans. "I mean, I kinda did, but theoretical knowledge and practical knowledge are two very different things."
"You're too talkative for me to be as good as you claim." Fortunately, Uruha knew how to fix that. He pushed a second finger into Aoi and curled them, taking his clit in his mouth and sucking gently while rubbing his fingers over his G-spot, successfully rendering Aoi speechless. His toes curled against the mattress, his hands gripped the pillow tightly, and Uruha hummed in satisfaction, stroking Aoi's clit with his tongue while thrusting his fingers into him.
He tested different angles until he found the one that made Aoi the loudest, slamming his fingers into him and slurping obscenely, holding him in place with his left arm firmly curled around his thigh. His muscles tensed, his moans reaching a pitch Uruha had never heard from him before, and he swore he felt his own clit throbbing when Aoi convulsed around his fingers, straining up against his mouth as much as he could. A string of broken moans and incoherent noises spilled past his lips, and Uruha kept sucking, licking, rubbing his fingers until Aoi started tugging on his hair, whimpering softly.
He sat up, licking his lips and wiping his chin on his hand, grinning down at Aoi. He was lying limply, panting like they'd just finished a live, eyes glossy and unfocused, and as proud as Uruha was, he was also struck by a twinge of jealousy. "So, how did it feel?"
"Familiar and weird at the same time." Aoi swallowed, breathing in deep a couple of times when he realised how quietly he was speaking. "But really fucking good, so thank you."
"Hang tight." Uruha patted his knee and got up, reaching into the back of a drawer and pulling out a hitachi wand with a smile. "I'm not done with you yet."
"Wait, seriously?" Aoi was either too tired to protest, or he didn't bother trying, allowing Uruha to move his legs around how he pleased. He watched him slide his underwear off and climb back onto the bed, eyes widening when he straddled him, kneeling on one leg and hooking the other over Aoi's hip. "Yo, I just came."
"So?" Uruha turned the wand around his hand, looking for the buttons. "I don't have to worry about you being able to get it up again quickly enough now."
Aoi didn't get a chance to protest, because in the next second, Uruha switched the vibrator on and held it against his sensitive flesh, pressing it against his clit and pelvis and nearly making him scream. He clenched his jaw and arched his back, and Uruha chuckled, gripping Aoi's knee with his free hand and lowering himself so the vibrator was trapped between them, stimulating them both at the same time.
"You better hope Kai manages to fix this sooner rather than later," Uruha whispered, grinding his hips against the toy and in turn pushing it against Aoi's clit, loving the moans he could coax out of him that way. "Until he does, I'm going to milk this opportunity for all it's worth."