Kinktober 2022 (days 9-17)
Title: Kinktober 2022
Chapter: drabble list
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairings: various, check each listing
Genre: PWP
Rating: 18+
Warnings: scat, diapers, farting, dubcon, laxative usage, frottage, oral, power imbalance, dacryphilia, handjob, anal fingering, medical play, roleplay, anal sex, saliva kink, humiliation, light D/s, light bondage, CNC, dacryphilia, minimal prep, rough sex, held down, bareback, whipping, device bondage, D/s,
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 9-17 of the prompt fills.
Day 9: Diapers, Ruki/Reita
Reita leaned against the elevator wall with a grimace, wishing the stupid thing would hurry up so he could get to his room already. His stomach had been cramping on the way to the hotel, and he'd prefer to be alone when he inevitably started stinking the place up, not only for the sake of his bandmates, but also for his own dignity. The elevator slid into motion, taking its sweet time leaving the lobby, and Reita realised to his great disappointment that he wouldn't make it all the way.
His only hope was being able to release a silent fart to let up on the pressure, and hopefully nobody would notice before they arrived at their floor and he could dash to his room and explode in peace. He squinted, concentrating for a second, trying to apply just enough pressure to allow the tiniest little fart to slip, hopefully silent, or at least somewhat stealthy, while nobody was paying attention.
Except what he'd hoped would be just gas turned out to be a lot worse than he'd anticipated, and by the time he realised, it was too late. A wet squelching noise broke the silence in the elevator and made everyone turn around and look at a pale, wide-eyed Reita, who stood immobilised while wet shit slid down his legs, dirtying his trousers. He couldn't form words, frozen to the spot while the others quickly covered their noses with their sleeves, backing away from him with disgusted groans.
“Dude, seriously? You couldn't have waited two minutes?” Uruha was the first one to look away, face red and nose scrunched up in distaste.
Reita shrank back, whispering quietly while his stomach rumbled. “I'm so sorry, I thought it was just gas.”
“What did you eat?” Aoi looked a mix between disgusted and amused, and Reita turned his head away, refusing to meet anyone's eyes.
“Nothing unusual, I swear! I don't-” He paused mid sentence to bend over and clutch his stomach, clenching his ass shut as best he could when another round of cramps came over him. The warmth was trickling down his legs, soon reaching his ankles, and he really had no idea what he could have eaten that would liquify his bowels in that way.
“Those jeans are going to need a wash.” Ruki tilted his head to inspect the back of Reita's legs, pinching his nose shut with his fingers. “I've got detergent in my room, you can occupy my toilet while I clean them for you.”
“You're a brave, generous friend, Ruki.” Kai patted his back, sounding relieved, but Reita wasn't that easily fooled.
He knew the unreadable expression on Ruki's face meant nothing but trouble, and that he wouldn't make such a selfless offer right off the bat without ulterior motives. In fact, he'd been so quick to volunteer, it almost seemed like he'd waited for the opportunity, but there was no way he could have known Reita was going to have an accident, right? Unless, of course, he'd planned it.
“Thanks, Ruki,” Reita said through gritted teeth, hoping he would notice the suspicion in his tone while everyone else assumed it was just pain. The doors slid open, and he waited politely until the others had made it out into the hallway before he moved, limping slowly after Ruki. “So, how did you do it?”
Ruki unlocked his room and let Reita enter first, following shortly after and making sure to close the door properly before he spoke, raising an eyebrow at him. “Why, Reita, are you accusing me of slipping you a laxative?”
“I don't know, should I be?” He cocked his head and tried to match the sarcastic look on Ruki's face, but it didn't last long, his stomach grumbling a second later, and he abandoned the staring contest in favour of dashing to the bathroom. He didn't even reach the toilet before another round of liquid shit ran down his thighs, accompanied by a sputtering fart and a pathetic whine.
He heard Ruki approaching with unhurried steps, but he didn't dare turn around and face him, not while he was bent over his sink, struggling to keep his hole shut as best he could. It was humiliating enough hearing the lust in Ruki's voice. “I'd feel bad for you if I didn't know you secretly like this.”
Reita turned his head away and closed his eyes, gripping the edge of the sink tightly, no doubt in his mind that Ruki was responsible for his predicament. “I can't believe you drugged me while we're working.”
“We're off the clock for a couple hours, the effects should wear off by tomorrow. Until then, we might as well make the best out of it, don't you think?” He paused, possibly to give Reita a chance to either protest or agree, but he didn't grace him with a reaction. Ruki didn't let that deter him. “I'm gonna give you two options. You can either go sit on the toilet and I'll be nice and wash your jeans like I promised, no funny business if you don't want it.”
Reita waited to see if Ruki would continue without him having to ask for it, but he should really know better by now. He licked his lips, ignoring the blush on his cheeks and the voice at the back of his head telling him to just get on the toilet while he could. “What's the other option?”
He wasn't prepared for the hand gripping his hair and yanking his head back, forcing him to meet Ruki's gaze in the mirror, a soft gasp escaping him before he could stop himself. “You take your clothes off and get in the shower, legs spread, hands against the wall, facing away from the door.”
Reita nodded as much as he could with the tight grip on his hair, loving the deep, commanding voice Ruki used and the way his body responded. As soon as Ruki left, Reita quickly wrenched his shirt off, inspecting it for stains before hanging it over the door for later. The rest of his clothes were in a sorry state, and he peeled off his socks with a grimace, throwing them in the shower and stepping in after them before reaching for his belt.
His jeans felt heavy when he lowered them down his legs, and the stench was so bad, he almost retched. They might be beyond redemption, the entire back and insides of the legs stained brown and reeking of waste, and even if they managed to get them clean, Reita wasn't sure he'd ever be able to look at them the same way again. Maybe it would be better to repurpose them, use them as kinkwear only.
If he ever let Ruki do anything similar to him again, that was. When Reita bent over to remove his boxers and trousers all the way, his stomach tensed up and pushed out a new wave of gas and diarrhoea, and he winced when the splatter hit the back of his heels. He felt so gross, and the shower cabinet was quickly filing up with stink, making his eyes water. The sound of the door shutting behind him reminded him that he had orders to follow, and he kicked his clothes to the corner and straightened up, spreading his legs obediently.
He couldn't see what Ruki was doing, but he listened to the sound of rustling fabric and something else, trying not to guess what was coming. He anticipated anything from an enema to a butt plug, surrendering himself to Ruki's whims and trying to keep his hole closed despite it being hard with the position he was in. He wasn't at all surprised to feel the thin latex of a single-use glove when Ruki's hand rested on his back, pushing him down and forcing him to bend over more.
“You're completely caked in shit, you know.” Ruki grabbed the shower head when he was satisfied with Reita's position, turning the water on and spraying his calves with cold water, making him flinch. “It's disgusting.”
Reita held his breath to keep from moaning, hoping Ruki didn't notice the way he shuddered excitedly. Of course, there was little point hiding his enjoyment, it would become obvious eventually, and Ruki knew what he was into, but he clung to the last remnants of his dignity a little longer. He liked the inevitability, knowing he was going to lose in the end, but seeing how long he could pretend to resist. The water warmed up, and Ruki directed the stream higher, rinsing Reita's legs thoroughly.
His hands were far from gentle when he lathered Reita up with soap, probing every nook and crevice until he was soaped in from the waist down and halfway to a boner. He was methodical, rough, but he got Reita clean in a matter of minutes, which was honestly impressive considering the state he was in when they started. “Clench your hole shut and lie down on your back.”
He turned around to see Ruki toss his gloves in the bin and lay a towel down on the floor, and he moved slowly to avoid an accident, lowering himself with a strained groan. Ruki was nowhere near as careful, grabbing Reita's legs and pushing them to his chest, taking the edge of the towel and wiping him dry quickly. It was then Reita's gaze wandered to the counter, his breath catching in his throat when he saw the items laid out, heart pounding in his chest.
Ruki realised what he was looking at and reached over to grab what was very clearly an adult sized diaper, tearing the packaging with a devious grin. “Messy boys who can't control their own body shouldn't go without protection.”
Reita's face was so warm, he thought he might catch fire, but the embarrassment fed his arousal and made his stomach tingle with something besides just pain and discomfort. “I'm not a baby,” he mumbled, meeting Ruki's eyes and nearly moaning at the way he looked at him, licking his lips like he was going to devour him.
“You say that, but you also soiled yourself in public less than half an hour ago.” He unwrapped the diaper and placed it next to Reita, grabbing a box of baby powder and opening it while staring him down, as if daring him to protest. He didn't have the breath to argue, too busy trying to keep his moans quiet while Ruki sprinkled powder all over his ass, hips, spreading it somewhat evenly and laughing when Reita squirmed. “Lie still before you have another accident, at least until I get this thing on.”
He grabbed his legs and lifted his butt off the towel, placing the diaper underneath him, and Reita covered his face with his hands, torn between not believing what was happening and wishing Ruki would drag it out a little. He'd never considered this to be something he'd enjoy, but when Ruki lowered his legs and lifted the front of the diaper, he had to shift Reita's hard cock out of the way, and it would be pointless to deny that he found the entire situation incredibly hot.
“There you go.” Ruki fastened the tabs and gave Reita's stomach a pat, humming when he squirmed. “Poor thing, does your tummy still hurt?” Reita nodded, he was still clenching even though he was now safely contained, not exactly eager to find out what it would feel like to walk around with a messy diaper. Rationally, he knew he was just making it worse for himself by prolonging his suffering, but the thought of letting go was terrifying.
A deep moan above him broke his concentration, and he lifted his hands off his face to see Ruki leaning against the sink, rubbing himself through his sweatpants, and judging by the size of the bulge, he was just as hard as Reita. For a minute, they just watched each other, Ruki panting quietly and Reita grimacing whenever his stomach rumbled, tempted to reach down and touch himself, but unsure if he was allowed to.
“Get up.” Ruki had clearly had enough of Reita's cautious movements, because as soon as he had his feet planted on the floor, his arm was grabbed and he was dragged out of the bathroom, his stomach tightening and a series of farts erupting from his poor ass, slightly muffled. Ruki shoved him down on the bed and climbed over him, frantically pushing his sweatpants down to his thighs while moving between Reita's thighs, clearly too horny to take it slow.
“Ruki, fuck, slow down.” He tried to nudge him to get his attention, but Ruki pinned his wrists to the mattress and growled at him to shut up, pressing his crotch against Reita's diaper and rocking his hips. “I can't, I'm gonna-”
He clamped his mouth shut and furrowed his brows, going completely still while his ass tensed, a low, rumbling fart forcing out all the backed up shit he'd been trying to hold in. He really hoped the diaper was secure and none of it leaked out onto the sheets, but Ruki didn't seem concerned in the least, leaning as much of his weight on Reita as possible and riding out the vibrations of his farts.
“You're fucking disgusting,” he groaned, nothing about his tone suggesting that he was actually grossed out, quite the opposite. His words ended in a moan, and he went right back to humping him, holding him down with one hand and using the other to lift his hips, rubbing himself against Reita's diaper. “Nasty little bitch. Just let go, stop trying to hide what a filthy, pathetic mutt you are.”
Reita wrapped his legs around Ruki's back, arching up against him and nearly sobbing with frustration when he realised the diaper made it hard to feel anything. At least the humiliating words and Ruki's raspy voice made his toes curl, because it didn't seem like he could rely on physical stimulation to cum. Ruki was grunting with every thrust of his hips now, probably getting close, and Reita whispered his name to get his attention, needing just a little more.
Ruki leaned down to bite his neck, gripping his ass in both hands and grinding against him hard, moaning when the change in angle pushed another string of wet farts out of Reita. He raised his head just enough to whisper in his ear, barely audible over Reita's desperate whining. “Go on, cum in your fucking diaper, little piece of shit.”
He clung to Ruki when he lost it, digging his nails into his back through his shirt and whimpering into his neck, trying not to focus on how weird it felt. He was getting soggy again, and he was sure it didn't get any better when Ruki came right after him, grinding his hips until Reita nudged him, his softening dick starting to hurt from the pressure.
Ruki rolled off him and lay down on his side, gently resting his hand on Reita's stomach, moving it when he winced. For a good while, they just worked on catching their breath, occasionally interrupted by one of Reita's farts, until Ruki finally sighed. “I should go clean up.”
“If you give me five more minutes, I'll come help you.” Reita didn't really feel like getting up, but he also didn't feel like walking back to his own room tomorrow naked from the waist down.
“Nah, it was my idea, so it's my mess, even though it came from you.” Ruki slapped Reita's thigh and got up, kicking his sweatpants off and throwing them in the direction of his suitcase. “But will you be okay?”
“You mean besides my stomach cramping and my ass burning?”
“Yeah, besides that. Should I go find a gift store and buy you flowers to apologise?”
Reita rolled his eyes, waving his hand dismissively. “Nah, just don't expect me to let you anywhere near my food for the foreseeable future.”
“Aww.” Ruki leaned down to kiss Reita's cheek, unbothered by him turning away, knowing he wasn't really mad. “It was your water, actually.” He straightened up and shot Reita a wink before covering his nose, heading to the bathroom.
Day 10: Power Dynamics, Ruki/Kai
“Excuse me, are you Ruki-san?”
Kai made sure to smile as brightly as he could, bowing and approaching without getting too close. His hands were clammy around the piece of cardboard he'd written his number on, his knees were shaking so badly he wondered if he should be grabbing the wall for support, and he knew his trembling voice was a clear indicator of how nervous he was. He didn't blame Ruki for frowning and looking him up and down, taking a drag of his cigarette and cocking his head. “'Fuck's asking?”
Okay, no polite language whatsoever, a hint of a sneer on his face, this guy was definitely Rock with a capital 'R'. Kai laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. “I'm Kai, I'm the drummer of one of the bands that went on before you the other day, and I have to say, you guys were so cool.”
Ruki nodded grudgingly, shrugging his shoulders. “And?”
“Well, I, uh,” Kai bit his lip, bowing his head and holding out the card with both hands. “I'm really sorry for taking up your time, please accept my phone number, thank you very much, please treat me favourably!”
So much for keeping it cool. Kai knew he was rambling, and he was honestly surprised Ruki actually accepted the card, slipping it into his pocket without sparing it so much as a glance. “Is that all?”
Kai straightened up and bit his lip, wondering just how forward he should be, eventually deciding he might as well shoot his shot. What did he have to lose? He was pretty sure his dignity dipped out a minute ago anyway. “May I speak frankly, Ruki-san?” Ruki shrugged, and Kai chose to take it as a sign to continue. “Please don't mention this to anyone, but I'm beginning to think my band might not last much longer.”
“We already got a drummer.”
“Of course, I don't mean to intrude.” Kai bowed again for good measure, not sure what to do with his hands now that he was no longer holding the card, so he folded them in front of himself. “But if the situation should ever change, or you hear about a different band in need of a drummer, perhaps you could keep me in mind?”
Ruki's frown deepened, and he knocked some ash off his cigarette onto the pavement below him. “You want me to recommend you? I don't even know if you're any good.”
The smile fell from Kai's face, and he stuttered momentarily. “Um, I could get you tickets to our next live? Are you free this Tuesday?”
“Kai, was it?” Kai nodded, and Ruki looked in the direction of the road. They were in a back alley, no people around, no lit windows, far enough away from the street that someone would have to stop and look to see them. “Suck my cock and I might consider it.”
“Eh?” Kai blinked dumbly, wide eyes studying Ruki's face for any hint he was joking. Ruki continued calmly smoking, leaning back against the wall, waiting for his response. He looked around for cameras, wondering if maybe Ruki was pulling a prank on him, but he didn't see anything suspicious. “Right here, right now?”
“Get on your fucking knees or get out of my sight. Your pick.” Ruki shifted his feet further apart, pushing his hips out and running his hand over the front of his ripped jeans, the entire time staring directly at Kai, who was certain he was blushing by now.
Kai nodded eagerly, dropping down to his knees so fast, he might have bruised them, he couldn't tell with the amount of adrenaline rushing through his veins. His heart pounded in his chest, his hands trembled when he reached for Ruki's belt, fumbling with the buckle for a second before he managed to get it open. He made sure to be gentle with the zipper, taking Ruki's dick out carefully and wrapping his hand around the base, leaning in to take the head in his mouth.
“Get on with it.” Ruki's voice was deliciously husky, and when Kai looked up, his expression was a little softer, less annoyed and more… content? Kai's stomach fluttered with excitement, and he moaned happily, bobbing his head and taking more of Ruki's dick with each glide of his lips. He didn't know what to do with his left hand, but he didn't dare touch Ruki and risk irritating him, so he rested it on his own knee while he tried to settle into a good rhythm.
Ruki apparently wasn't satisfied, however, because he grabbed a fistful of his hair and used it to guide him, fucking his head on his cock and groaning whenever Kai grunted, trying not to choke. He wasn't used to deepthroating people right off the bat like that, and his throat closed up with every thrust, but he pushed through. Even though his eyes were getting wet and he was having a hard time keeping his lunch down, he let Ruki use his mouth as he pleased.
At least he didn't drag it out, and after a couple more thrusts, he threw his head back and groaned, holding Kai down while he spilled into his mouth. Kai tried his best to avoid making a mess, ignoring the taste and swallowing every drop, not wanting to risk staining Ruki's clothes. Only when Ruki was sated did he let go of his hair, and Kai pulled back with a gasp for breath, gently tucking his flaccid dick back into place and zipping him up, even buckling his belt for him.
Ruki patted his cheek so roughly, it might as well have been considered a slap, and Kai looked up, eyes wet, lips swollen, trousers bulging in the front. “We're playing here tomorrow night. Bring a ticket and I'll check your band out on Tuesday.”
“Thank you so much, Ruki-san!” Kai smiled happily, staying on his knees while Ruki put his cigarette out and left. He waited until Ruki was completely out of sight before he reached into his trousers and started jerking himself off.
Day 11: Dacryphilia, Uruha/Aoi
Uruha was staring at his laptop intently when Aoi walked into the living room, slightly hunched over, his voice every so slightly deeper than usual when he mumbled. “You know, you really are hot when you cry.”
Aoi would have brushed it off as a joke if it weren't for the concentrated look on Uruha's face and the lack of a teasing smile. He seemed genuine, and Aoi moved behind the couch so he could see the screen, blushing at the image of him Uruha had open. Someone must have tweeted a screenshot from their 15th anniversary live, specifically, the end of it, when Aoi started tearing up from all the overwhelming emotions and the response from their fans. “Letting you make a Twitter account was a mistake.”
“Letting you drink alcohol before the live ended was a mistake.”
“Nonsense, I didn't cry.” Aoi smacked Uruha's shoulder lightly, leaning over the backrest and reaching for the laptop, but Uruha held it out of reach, opening the image in fullscreen.
“No? What's that moisture in your eyes, then?” He gestured to the screen, but Aoi was no longer paying attention, because with nothing covering his lap anymore, there was nothing to hide the tent in Uruha's sweatpants.
“I'm more interested in what this is.” Aoi trailed his arms down Uruha's chest to his waist, fluttering his fingers teasingly over his crotch and grinning when he bit back a moan. “Does looking at pictures of me give you a boner?”
Uruha hummed, tipping his head back when Aoi groped him properly, closing the laptop and setting it aside. “I can't help it. It's been five years, but I still remember looking over at you and realising you were choking up, how it made me feel.”
Aoi turned his head, whispering into Uruha's ear while stroking his dick through his sweats. “And how did it make you feel?”
“So horny I thought my shorts were going to rip.”
Aoi chuckled, kissing Uruha's neck lovingly. “Want me to go chop up an onion and think about homeless kittens?”
Uruha took a deep breath, hands clenching at his sides, clearly excited at the idea but not wanting to seem too forward. “Are you sure?”
“Of course. What's a little temporary pain when it's for a good cause?” He gave Uruha's dick a loving squeeze before getting up, going to the kitchen and grabbing an onion and the dullest knife they owned. Getting the tears to flow was the easy part, Aoi's eyes started stinging after the first few cuts, and by the time he was done and placing the diced onion in the fridge for later, it was getting hard to see what he was doing.
He resisted the urge to wipe away the moisture and walked back to the couch where Uruha was waiting, looking up when he heard him approach and going rigid when their eyes met. “Fuck, c'mere.”
Aoi smiled, straddling his lap and sniffling, trying to wipe his nose, but Uruha grabbed his wrists before he could touch his face. “It tickles.”
“Cry about it.” He didn't even say it in a mean way, but Aoi decided to run with it, pouting down at him.
“Jerk.” A tear rolled down his cheek with perfect timing, and he sniffled again, trying to push forth more without making it look like he was forcing it. Uruha moaned, trapping both wrists in one of his large hands and reaching up to swipe his thumb over Aoi's cheek, smearing the wetness and rubbing it into his skin. Aoi shifted his hips forward, pressing his butt into Uruha's crotch to feel how hard he was, unable to stop himself from teasing him a little. “What, you're getting off on this? You like making your poor, sweet boyfriend cry?”
“You know I do.” Uruha parted his lips, gasping when Aoi rocked his hips, grinding in his lap while more tears spilled forth. Uruha watched through hazy eyes, moaning when Aoi's breath caught in his throat and he hiccuped, almost a sob, but not quite. “Some days I think about buying some cheap, non-waterproof mascara and making you wear it so I can see the dark streaks down your cheeks.”
“I might have some old eyeliner that'd do the trick if you want me to get it.” Aoi moved to get up, but Uruha grabbed his hair and pulled him back into his lap, shuddering when he cried out from the sharp pain.
“You're amazing, but it's not necessary.” Uruha let go of his wrists in favour of gripping his hip, and Aoi rested his hands on his shoulders, rubbing his ass against his crotch. A drop of snot trickled down his lip, and he grimaced, but it was worth leaving it alone when Uruha moaned, fingers digging into his scalp and butt. “I have everything I need right here.”
Aoi nodded and bit his lip, whimpering softly, blinking a few times and letting the tears fall freely. Uruha's harsh gasps grew in frequency, his hips pushed up slightly, and when he came with a strained moan, Aoi's façade cracked. There was no way he could even pretend to be sad when he had such a gorgeous view, Uruha's expression one of pure, contagious bliss, so he let his lips curl in a satisfied grin. “I'm happy my suffering pleases you.”
Uruha closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the couch, rubbing Aoi's shoulders. “I need a shower.”
“No fair, if I have to deal with snot and tears on my face without being allowed to wipe it off, you can wait to get out of your sticky underwear until after you make me cum.” Aoi winked, grabbing Uruha's hand and guiding it to his crotch, blushing when he chuckled.
“I'm happy my perverse enjoyment of your suffering pleases you.” Uruha just smirked when Aoi pretended to smack his shoulder.
Day 12: Distracted Sex, Ruki/Uruha
Uruha opened the door to find Ruki at his desk, intently focused on something on his computer, and he pulled up a chair with a sigh. "Still working?"
Ruki hummed absently, not sparing Uruha so much as a glance. "Can't stop now, I might lose my train of thought."
"We haven't had sex in a week." Uruha pouted even though Ruki still wasn't looking, moving his chair closer so he could lean against Ruki's side, watching him work.
"We're both perfectionistic workaholics, you should have seen this coming."
"I know, and it's not only your fault." He was just as much to blame as Ruki, he'd had his fair share of late nights sneaking into bed without trying to wake him. "But I'd appreciate if I didn't have to deal with this one all by myself."
Ruki tore his gaze away from the screen to look down at Uruha's crotch, licking his lips at the sight of the boner he was sporting, obviously conflicted. "Someone's excited. Will my left hand suffice?"
"So romantic." Uruha shook his head, but he didn't blame Ruki for wanting to finish up. It was getting late, however, and he'd take a half-hearted handjob if it meant he could go to sleep sated without having to wait however many hours it would take before Ruki was satisfied. "Yeah, it's fine."
"Great, grab the lotion?" Ruki held his left hand out, palm up, and refocused his attention on his computer, using his right hand to navigate menus with his mouse. Uruha rubbed a generous amount of lotion into Ruki's hand, leaned back in the chair, and pushed his hips forward. He was going to slide his sweatpants down a little to get his dick out, but before he could get that far, Ruki had already reached under the waistband and into his underwear, starting to stroke him without a moment's pause.
Uruha bit his lip, sighing contently, honestly just relieved to feel a touch that wasn't his own for once. He turned his head to admire Ruki's engrossed expression, the way his brows furrowed in concentration, lips pursed ever so slightly, loving his dedication to his creative vision too much to be annoyed. Sure, it was incredibly frustrating at the moment, but in the long run, he knew he preferred Ruki devoting himself to his craft, even if that meant he wasn't always high on his boyfriend's list of priorities.
Besides, this wasn't so bad. Ruki had pretty decent control over his left hand, and even though his attention was clearly elsewhere and his movements lacked finesse, he managed to increase the pace gradually, starting slow enough to let the pleasure build up appropriately without dragging it out. Even the incessant clicking of the mouse didn't bother Uruha, he was panting and raising his hips, gripping the sides of the chair and tipping his head back, enjoying the moment while it lasted.
Ruki's hand felt so good, pleasantly warm and just slick enough to provide a nice sensation, along with filthy sounds, muffled by clothing and mostly drowned out by Uruha's moans. He was steadily approaching orgasm, wondering if he should warn Ruki before he got his hand all sticky, or if that would just be more disruptive. In the end, he figured the noises he made probably gave it away, because Ruki started jerking him faster, his pointer moving more slowly across the screen now, a possible indication that he was having a hard time concentrating on two things at once.
Uruha was kind enough to jut his hips up and cum without further ado, soiling his boxers and moaning happily when Ruki kept going until he was finished and sagged back against the seat. He pulled his hand out carefully, reaching for a tissue and wiping the cum off, tossing it in the bin under the desk and patting Uruha's thigh. "Good enough?"
"Yeah." Uruha stayed put until his harsh panting had calmed down and he could draw a proper breath, standing up slowly and pressing a kiss to Ruki's temple. "Thank you. I'll leave you to it."
Ruki hummed, all his concentration directed at his work once again, and Uruha almost made it all the way to the door before he seemed to realise. "I'll make it up to you some other time."
"I don't doubt it." Uruha smiled, slipping out quietly and tucking himself into bed, knowing Ruki would join him when he was finished, whether that took another ten minutes or two hours.
Day 13: Medical Play, Kai/Uruha
Uruha closed the bathroom door behind him and opened the towel cabinet, finding an out of place, mysterious bundle just like Kai had said he would. He'd told Uruha to keep an open mind and play along, so when he unfolded the bundle and found a hospital gown, he tried not to make any assumptions, stripping out of his clothes and leaving them on the counter. Whatever plans Kai had, Uruha knew he was in for a fun night.
Once he was wearing the gown with nothing underneath, he headed to their bedroom, knocking on the door as per the agreement and entering when he heard Kai's voice telling him to come in. Kai was sitting on a stool next to the bed, dressed in his doctor's costume from their 2017 Halloween tour, and Uruha bit his lip to stifle a smile. His suspicions were right, then.
"Good evening." Kai was using formal speech, bowing his head politely, and Uruha did the same, waiting for him to give some sort of clue as to what they were doing. "Are you ready for your appointment?"
"You might have to refresh my memory, Doctor."
Kai smiled, patting the mattress. "You're due for a prostate exam. Lie down on your back for me, please."
Uruha raised an eyebrow, but he moved onto the bed as directed, grabbing a pillow to prop his head up. Alright, he was definitely interested in seeing where this was going, and Kai looked handsome enough in his white coat that he was already getting excited. He pulled on a pair of black latex gloves, scooting his seat closer to the bed and patting Uruha's thigh. "Place your legs in the stirrups for me, please."
"The what?" Uruha looked around like he was going crazy, he hadn't noticed anything to put his feet up on. He was about to ask again when he noticed the look Kai was giving him, winking at him before motioning for him to spread his legs, and Uruha let out an 'oh' of comprehension. He was supposed to imagine they were in a doctor's office. "Of course, the stirrups, I'm sorry." He bent his knees and spread his legs comfortably, watching Kai lube up his fingers thoroughly.
"No worries, it's normal to be a little nervous before such an intimate procedure. Let me know if there's anything I can do to make you more comfortable." He was good at staying in character, Uruha would give him that, and even when he lifted the hem of the gown and reached down to rub a slick finger over his entrance, he still looked completely professional. "Now take a deep breath."
Uruha inhaled slowly, breath hitching when Kai breached his rim, pushing one finger inside him and curing it slightly. He was used to a completely different mood during moments like these, less methodical and more sensual, and he was surprised how different even something as simple as this felt. It could be partly due to the circumstances, but no, he swore Kai's finger moved differently than usual.
In fact, it went straight for his prostate with no preamble, and Uruha covered his mouth to stifle his moan at how direct he was. It was almost too much too soon, and his legs trembled when Kai pushed in a second digit, curling them against his sweet spot and rubbing it mercilessly. "Doing okay so far?" Kai's smile turned smug, no doubt he could tell Uruha was enjoying himself, and his fingers worked relentlessly to try to keep him from coherency.
Uruha was surprised he managed to answer at all, even if his voice was shaky and tinged with arousal. "More than okay, Doctor. Are you finding anything?"
"Hm, let's see." Kai pursed his lips like he was thinking, resting his thumb against Uruha's taint and wiggling his fingers inside him. Uruha didn't bother trying to stifle his moan that time, besides, his hands were occupied gripping the sheets, trying not to move too much. Still, he couldn't help raising his hips ever so slightly, rocking them against Kai's hand, eyes rolling back when he thrust his fingers into him hard for a good minute.
Uruha came with a gasp, grinding down hard on Kai's fingertips, milking his cock and soiling the gown with his cum. Kai was gracious enough to wait until he at least stopped spurting before he pulled his fingers out, peeling his gloves off and speaking way too clinically for what he'd just done. "Well done, that concludes your visit for today. Take all the time you need before getting up, it's not unusual to feel a bit unsteady for the first few minutes, including difficulty standing and walking."
"So, when's my next appointment?" Uruha raised an eyebrow, biting his bottom lip and looking pointedly down at the prominent bulge in Kai's slacks.
"I recommend most patients see me every two to three years." Kai grinned mischievously, adjusting his lab coat and approaching Uruha with a hungry look in his eyes. "But you're a special case."
"What do you mean, Doctor?" Uruha tried to look as innocent as he could, scooting back when Kai planted one knee on the edge of the bed, cocking his head to the side. "I thought you said everything was fine?"
"Well, on second thought…" Kai crawled over him, trapping him between his limbs and leaning down until their lips almost brushed one another. "I might want to keep you for further examination."
Day 14: Stuck, Kai/Aoi
"Kai, could you come help me out, please?"
"Uh, sure?" Kai set his tablet aside and went in the direction Aoi's voice had come from, raising an eyebrow when he found him bent over with his head between two couch cushions. So that was why his voice had been so faint. "Did you find a guitar pick in there?"
"I did, but now I'm stuck." He swayed his hips teasingly, and it was then Kai noticed the tube of lube that just so happened to be on the coffee table, not exactly the most subtle of hints, not that Aoi was known for subtlety. "I thought maybe you'd know what to do."
"Did you, now?" Kai licked his lips, eyeing the perfect curve of Aoi's pert butt through the thin tights he wore. "And you're sure you're completely stuck?"
"Oh, yes, I'm totally, completely helpless, unable to escape." Aoi pretended to try to get out, in the process spreading his legs and arching his back, presenting himself to Kai, and it was hard not to laugh. "But I know you would never take advantage of me in such a vulnerable position, right?"
"Right." Kai had already pushed his sweatpants down and pulled his dick out, and he lubed up with one hand, pulling Aoi's tights out of the way with the other. Maybe it was the position, maybe it was the setting, but Aoi's ass looked more inviting than usual, and Kai had to force himself to take it slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. He pressed the tip against Aoi's hole, rocking his hips and groaning when his dick slipped past the rim, going a little deeper with each thrust.
"How's it going back there, are you making any progress?" Aoi sounded so damn pleased with himself, Kai gripped his hips and slammed in deep a couple of times to shut him up.
"Feels like it's getting looser, at least." Kai was settling into a steady rhythm, holding Aoi still and fucking him with sharp snaps of his hips, panting softly from arousal. "How about you, can you breathe?"
Aoi answered his question with a moan. "Yeah, but I could use a, uh, helping hand, so to speak."
Kai grinned, reaching down under Aoi with the hand that was still faintly slick with lube, grabbing his dick and jerking him in time with his thrusts. Aoi moaned again, clenching around him, and at this point, neither of them had any breath left for banter. Kai fucked him deep, balls slapping against his ass in a vulgar harmony with the sounds of his hand working his dick, working him to the edge.
Aoi came with a beautiful gasp, spurting over the edge of the couch and Kai's hand, tightening around him so hard it took everything he had not to cum just yet. He waited until Aoi seemed satisfied before pushing in deep, draping himself over his back and spilling deep into him, holding himself up with one hand planted on the couch. He ground his hips while his orgasm ebbed out, wrapping his arm around Aoi's waist and holding him close, reluctant to pull out even when Aoi guided them to sit down.
"Thanks for getting me off- I mean, out." The smirk was audible in Aoi's tone, and Kai rolled his eyes, even though he couldn't see it.
"Happy to help."
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself." Aoi turned around, nuzzling into the crook of Kai's neck.
"Oh no, I had a great time." Kai leaned back, pulling Aoi to sit in his lap and closing his eyes, enjoying the closeness. "I just wonder if you really needed me at all."
"Maybe not, but you make everything more fun when you help."
Kai couldn't really disagree with that.
Day 15: Spit, Ruki/Aoi
Aoi batted his eyelashes prettily, looking up at Ruki from his kneeling position on the floor, squirming in his spot for effect. "Please, Sir."
Ruki wasn't about to let him off that easily, however, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Please, what?"
"Come on, Sir, you know what I want." If only his hands hadn't been tied behind his back, Aoi would have been grabbing Ruki's hips, trying to pull him closer.
"Maybe so, or maybe not. Either way, you have to admit what it is you want before I'm giving you anything."
Aoi's cheeks grew warm, and he tried turning away, finding it difficult to look Ruki in the eyes while he confessed his desires, though he should have known better. Ruki grabbed his chin and tipped his head up, holding him firmly in place and forcing him to meet his gaze. Aoi bit his lip, pushing down the embarrassment and focusing on how much he wanted this, though in the end, he still only managed a soft whisper. "I want your spit."
"It's hard to hear you when you whisper." Despite his chiding tone, Ruki generously pursed his lips, and Aoi drew a sharp breath when he realised what he was doing, watching unblinkingly as a string of saliva slowly dripped from Ruki's mouth. He parted his lips expectantly, hoping the connection would sever so he could get a taste, but Ruki sucked it back in before it fell, tilting his head in a wordless challenge.
"Please, Sir, I want your spit," Aoi said, clearer this time, and thankfully, Ruki seemed satisfied. He leaned over his face properly, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, and Aoi almost went cross-eyed watching the drool drip from his mouth, falling onto his waiting tongue. He savoured the taste, moaning shakily and swallowing, a shudder going through his body. "Thank you so much, fuck."
"Want more?" Ruki worked his jaw, obviously building up saliva, and Aoi nodded eagerly, not about to waste the opportunity.
"Yes please, Sir, I want all of it."
Except instead of letting him have it, this time, Ruki dribbled into his own hand, grinning at the disappointed whine Aoi let out. He spread his fingers, the saliva hanging like a web between them, shifting his hand slowly and letting it flow back and forth, careful not to spill a single drop. "Is this what you're into, hm? This turns you on?" He touched his fingers together and parted them again, and Aoi couldn't take his eyes off the strings of spit connecting them.
"So fucking much, Sir." He raised his hips, letting Ruki see just how hard he was, how much it affected him. "I love your spit."
Ruki lowered his hand, and Aoi leaned in immediately, lapping at his fingers with eager little sounds of pleasure. Ruki smiled fondly, running his other hand through his hair with a pleased hum. "Good boy." Aoi's stomach fluttered, and he didn't stop until Ruki gently tugged his head back, wiping his hand dry on his cheek.
He leaned forward, working his mouth again, and Aoi parted his lips and stuck his tongue out, eager for more. This time, Ruki didn't let it drip slowly like he had earlier, he bent down until he was right above him and spat right onto his face, laughing when Aoi rubbed his thighs together and squirmed like he was about to cum from the teasing alone.
"I love what a filthy little degenerate you are." He licked his lips, and when Aoi tried opening his mouth to speak, he quickly shut him up by gargling, spitting right between his eyes and smearing it around with his hand. Aoi was trembling, rock hard and leaking precum, which was just as well, because Ruki was running dry, anyway. "Open wide."
Aoi obediently opened his mouth, eyes half closed, open just enough to watch Ruki's tongue push out a gob of drool, spilling over his bottom lip and extending down between them. Ruki had shifted his stance, and as soon as the string broke and Aoi got the last taste of his spit, he nudged his foot between his knees, pushing it up against his dick and setting him off. Whether it was the taste of his saliva or the shock of the sudden contact that did it, Aoi came with a strained gasp, arching his back beautifully, and the second he managed to catch his breath, he spent it thanking Ruki for his generosity.
Day 16: Consensual Non-Consent, Kai/Reita
Reita lay in the dark with his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep while he listened to the faint sounds of Kai brushing his teeth, stomach fluttering with excitement. Eventually he heard the bathroom light being switched off followed by soft footsteps, and when the bed finally dipped beneath him and Kai slid under the covers, it was hard to continue playing dumb when he knew what was about to happen.
Sure enough, a hand brushed his thigh, subtly at first, then more firmly when he didn't react. Fingers dug into his thigh, and Reita grunted and pushed the hand off, feigning annoyance when it returned immediately after. "Cut it out, I'm trying to sleep."
"I don't care." Kai rolled Reita over on his stomach and lay down on top of him, holding him in place with his weight and bending down to whisper in his ear. "I'll have you if I want."
Reita shuddered, squirming in an attempt to shrug Kai off, though he didn't try too hard. He was mostly struggling for the sake of the scene, keeping up the pretence of being an unwilling victim, and when he heard the slick sound of lube being spread over skin, it was hard not to just spread his legs automatically. "You can't do this."
Kai chuckled breathlessly, sitting between Reita's legs and holding him down with one hand at the back of his neck. "No? Who's gonna stop me? Are you gonna call for help?" He shoved Reita's head down into the mattress, keeping him from talking back, while his right hand made its way between his legs, pushing two slick fingers against his hole. "I've let you get too comfortable in this relationship if you think you get to say no to me."
Reita went rigid when the fingers started pushing into him, growling into the mattress and trying to close his legs, but Kai used his knees to keep them spread while he opened him up. There was nothing gentle about his touch tonight, no regard for Reita's pleasure or anything besides getting him loose enough, if that. He merely thrust his fingers for a minute or so before pulling them out again, slapping Reita's ass when he squirmed and tried to roll over on his back. "Lie still, slut."
"No, please!" Reita turned his head so he could breathe, resting his cheek against the mattress and trying to glare up at Kai, who held him in place with one hand while lubing up his dick with the other. "I don't want this!" His voice was tinged with fear, forced, of course, but it seemed to do the trick, because Kai groaned and gripped his hip harshly, lifting it.
"What makes you think I give a shit what you want?" Reita tried to answer, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Kai shoved his cock into him, and his words of protest turned into a strained scream. He tried to be quiet so the neighbours wouldn't worry, but he really hadn't been prepped enough for such a sudden stretch, and he whimpered in pain, reaching back to push Kai's chest weakly.
"Fucking bastard, it hurts," he sobbed, tears stinging at his eyes, but Kai grabbed his wrists, pinning them on either side of his head and snapping his hips hard, slamming deep into him and rendering him speechless.
"Maybe I would have been more gentle if you hadn't tried to resist me." Kai pried Reita's thighs further apart with his knees, sinking his teeth into his neck, making him cry out again. "Take this as a learning experience. You don't have a say in whether or not I'm going to fuck you, so you might as well just spread your legs and take it like a good little bitch."
Reita turned his head and sobbed into the mattress, clenching his eyes shut while tears streamed down his cheeks. Kai's cock was so big, fucking into him and stretching him painfully wide, possibly tearing his insides, but Reita couldn't bring himself to care. It was everything he wanted, and he let his mind float while Kai used him, enjoying the numbness he felt, the helplessness. The closer Kai got to orgasm, the tighter his grip on his wrists got, until Reita whimpered pathetically, trying to push back and moaning when he was only held down harder.
"Shut up and accept what you are." Kai was starting to sound breathless, his thrusts reaching an almost frantic pace, driving Reita into the mattress. "Your place is beneath me." He only barely finished his sentence, words dissolving into a string of pleasured groans, almost drowning out Reita's pained whines. He slammed his hips against his ass a couple more times, pressing deep into him and filling him with cum, both of them moaning passionately while Kai rode out his orgasm inside him.
He collapsed on top of Reita, releasing his wrists and pulling the duvet over them before wrapping his arms around him, kissing his neck sweetly. "You alright?"
Reita nodded, finding it hard to form words, so turned on he would have been grinding against the bed if he wasn't trapped under Kai. "Really fucking horny."
Kai grinned, his kisses turning into nibbles, then full on bites, and he moved his hand lower, finding Reita's hard cock and starting to jerk him off.
Day 17: Impact Play, Ruki/Kai
Kai ran his fingers up Ruki's arm slowly, leaning close to whisper in his ear, a seductive tone to his voice. “You know, we don't have work for a couple of days.”
“Is this your idea of dirty talk?” Ruki chuckled, though he put his phone away, turning to look at Kai, a faint grin on his lips. “We might not have any band stuff scheduled, but I could still work on the next NIL collection.”
“My point is, I don't strictly have to sit down for the foreseeable future.” Kai wiggled his eyebrows pointedly, and Ruki took the hint, getting up and gesturing for him to lead the way.
“What did you have in mind?” He followed Kai to the bedroom, where he'd set up a metal frame, hung two lengths of rope over it, and placed a leather whip on the bed, along with a bottle of disinfectant, a clear indication of what he wanted. “Someone's eager to get started.”
“It's been so long, I've missed it.” Kai was already taking his shirt off, leaving it on the dresser and working on his jeans next. “Do you mind?”
Ruki answered him with a kiss, pushing his tongue past Kai's lips while he shoved his jeans down to his thighs, stepping back and letting him deal with getting it all the way off. “Definitely not. Safeword?”
“Colours should suffice today, right? Yellow to slow down, red to stop entirely.” Kai removed the last of his clothes, now completely naked, and he walked over to the frame, bending over it. The rod was at the perfect height where he could reach all the way down to grab his ankles, folded in half at the waist, ass exposed to Ruki's whims. He shuddered when Ruki spanked him lightly with a flat palm, grabbing one of the ropes and unfurling it.
“Upper limit?” Ruki crouched down and looped the rope around Kai's ankle, making a knot and weaving it between the base of the frame and his wrist, tying all three together tightly. He had to make sure Kai wasn't going to slip around or strain his muscles holding the position, so he took his time, going several rounds and stopping to check that each one was secure.
“I, uh, went over the whip already and prepared for a hard session.” Kai bit his lip, his cheeks turning red, and he hoped Ruki would assume it was the blood gathering in his head with the position he was in. “Feel free to break skin.”
“That's not what I asked.” Ruki tied off the last knot and gathered the ends to the side, grabbing the second rope and moving to the other leg, repeating the process.
Kai found it hard to answer, but he knew Ruki wouldn't start until he did, so he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Just don't flay me completely. If there's too much blood for you to see what you're doing, stop there, no matter how much I beg.”
“Good boy.” Ruki patted his cheek, satisfied with the answer, and once he had his arms and legs spread out and tied down, he got to his feet, moving to grab the whip. “Ready?”
Kai tested the ropes, but he couldn't move his limbs at all, and he grabbed his ankles with a shaky sigh, settling in. “Ready, Sir.”
He hadn't been prepared for Ruki to start right away, so when the words left his lips and the whip swished through the air, just barely brushing his buttock, he mostly flinched from the surprise. Ruki still cocked his head, looking down at his red face and raising an eyebrow. “I thought you said you were ready?”
“I am, Sir. Please, keep going.” He tried to relax as best he could, releasing all the tension in his body, though when Ruki swung his arm and brought the whip down across his ass with a loud crack, he flinched again. “I think I'm out of practice.”
“It has been a while since we had an opportunity to go all out.” Ruki struck him harder, pausing to pay close attention to Kai's reaction, but he just shuddered, and he didn't know whether to be excited or disappointed. “Is that why you want it tonight?”
Kai was quick to shake his head, not wanting Ruki to get the wrong idea. “I've been wanting it for weeks, Sir, fantasising about it, waiting for our schedule to clear up.” With the way he was bent over, his skin was stretched so taught, the whip bit into it painfully, more so than it would have otherwise. As straining as this position was, Kai loved it for how much more intense it made a session. Not only did the already painful strikes of the whip hurt more, he also felt incredibly vulnerable, totally helpless and exposed.
Ruki took advantage of that, smacking his balls lightly with the back of his hand, grinning when Kai's thighs strained, clearly trying to close. “Have you jerked off imagining this?” He took a step back, cracking the whip in thin air and licking his lips when Kai twitched. “Answer me, or I'll stop.”
He hesitated for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was quiet, a tinge of embarrassment to it. “Yes, Sir. Last time was yesterday, before bed.” His sentence ended with a strained whimper when the whip landed on his ass again, hard enough to make him jump. “Oh, fuck.”
Ruki was done talking for a while, and he settled into a rhythm, snapping his arm and leaving parallel lines down Kai's ass and the back of his thighs. With each impact, Kai made such lovely sounds, especially when Ruki used more force, hitting him harder and harder. He would have felt bad for his poor backside if only he weren't moaning so prettily, gasping and squirming as much as he could with how firmly he was tied down.
When the entire section between Kai's tailbone to his knees was covered in clear lines, so close together that there didn't seem to be more than a few slivers of untouched skin, Ruki shifted his stance, swishing the whip through thin air a couple of times, estimating. The next time it landed on Kai's ass, it practically sliced into the skin, and he howled in pain, trembling and trying to pull away. Ruki groaned at the sight of blood seeping to the surface, an excited shiver rippling through his body, his dick straining against his slacks.
He gave Kai a moment to use his safeword, but when he merely breathed heavily, settling down and gripping the ropes holding him in place, Ruki swung the whip again, bringing it down on a different section of his ass. Kai gritted his teeth and tried to choke down a scream, but Ruki didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. Leather snapped against skin with resounding force, row after row of thin, purple lines forming on Kai's rear, until he cried out in such a broken voice, Ruki paused.
“Are you satisfied?” He moved up behind Kai, running his hand over his hip and grinning when he flinched, even though he was careful not to brush any of the fresh welts.
“Please, Sir,” Kai whispered, voice shaky, sweat dripping down his forehead and hitting the platform beneath him.
“Please what?” Ruki couldn't resist groping himself through his trousers, rubbing the prominent bulge while he studied the marks he'd left so far, loving how they looked on Kai's beautiful skin.
“Please.” Kai panted harshly, swallowing the spit gathering in his mouth and clenching his eyes shut. He was too ashamed to meet Ruki's gaze or see the way he looked at him. Hearing the arousal in his voice was bad enough, Kai's dick was already pressing against his stomach, leaking precum. “Please, make me cry.”
Ruki moaned, tempted to take his dick out and jerk himself off just to the way Kai begged, but that would be cruel. He stepped back instead, running his tongue over his lips, a glint in his eye as he raised his hand again. “As you wish.”
Chapter: drabble list
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairings: various, check each listing
Genre: PWP
Rating: 18+
Warnings: scat, diapers, farting, dubcon, laxative usage, frottage, oral, power imbalance, dacryphilia, handjob, anal fingering, medical play, roleplay, anal sex, saliva kink, humiliation, light D/s, light bondage, CNC, dacryphilia, minimal prep, rough sex, held down, bareback, whipping, device bondage, D/s,
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 9-17 of the prompt fills.
Day 9: Diapers, Ruki/Reita
Reita leaned against the elevator wall with a grimace, wishing the stupid thing would hurry up so he could get to his room already. His stomach had been cramping on the way to the hotel, and he'd prefer to be alone when he inevitably started stinking the place up, not only for the sake of his bandmates, but also for his own dignity. The elevator slid into motion, taking its sweet time leaving the lobby, and Reita realised to his great disappointment that he wouldn't make it all the way.
His only hope was being able to release a silent fart to let up on the pressure, and hopefully nobody would notice before they arrived at their floor and he could dash to his room and explode in peace. He squinted, concentrating for a second, trying to apply just enough pressure to allow the tiniest little fart to slip, hopefully silent, or at least somewhat stealthy, while nobody was paying attention.
Except what he'd hoped would be just gas turned out to be a lot worse than he'd anticipated, and by the time he realised, it was too late. A wet squelching noise broke the silence in the elevator and made everyone turn around and look at a pale, wide-eyed Reita, who stood immobilised while wet shit slid down his legs, dirtying his trousers. He couldn't form words, frozen to the spot while the others quickly covered their noses with their sleeves, backing away from him with disgusted groans.
“Dude, seriously? You couldn't have waited two minutes?” Uruha was the first one to look away, face red and nose scrunched up in distaste.
Reita shrank back, whispering quietly while his stomach rumbled. “I'm so sorry, I thought it was just gas.”
“What did you eat?” Aoi looked a mix between disgusted and amused, and Reita turned his head away, refusing to meet anyone's eyes.
“Nothing unusual, I swear! I don't-” He paused mid sentence to bend over and clutch his stomach, clenching his ass shut as best he could when another round of cramps came over him. The warmth was trickling down his legs, soon reaching his ankles, and he really had no idea what he could have eaten that would liquify his bowels in that way.
“Those jeans are going to need a wash.” Ruki tilted his head to inspect the back of Reita's legs, pinching his nose shut with his fingers. “I've got detergent in my room, you can occupy my toilet while I clean them for you.”
“You're a brave, generous friend, Ruki.” Kai patted his back, sounding relieved, but Reita wasn't that easily fooled.
He knew the unreadable expression on Ruki's face meant nothing but trouble, and that he wouldn't make such a selfless offer right off the bat without ulterior motives. In fact, he'd been so quick to volunteer, it almost seemed like he'd waited for the opportunity, but there was no way he could have known Reita was going to have an accident, right? Unless, of course, he'd planned it.
“Thanks, Ruki,” Reita said through gritted teeth, hoping he would notice the suspicion in his tone while everyone else assumed it was just pain. The doors slid open, and he waited politely until the others had made it out into the hallway before he moved, limping slowly after Ruki. “So, how did you do it?”
Ruki unlocked his room and let Reita enter first, following shortly after and making sure to close the door properly before he spoke, raising an eyebrow at him. “Why, Reita, are you accusing me of slipping you a laxative?”
“I don't know, should I be?” He cocked his head and tried to match the sarcastic look on Ruki's face, but it didn't last long, his stomach grumbling a second later, and he abandoned the staring contest in favour of dashing to the bathroom. He didn't even reach the toilet before another round of liquid shit ran down his thighs, accompanied by a sputtering fart and a pathetic whine.
He heard Ruki approaching with unhurried steps, but he didn't dare turn around and face him, not while he was bent over his sink, struggling to keep his hole shut as best he could. It was humiliating enough hearing the lust in Ruki's voice. “I'd feel bad for you if I didn't know you secretly like this.”
Reita turned his head away and closed his eyes, gripping the edge of the sink tightly, no doubt in his mind that Ruki was responsible for his predicament. “I can't believe you drugged me while we're working.”
“We're off the clock for a couple hours, the effects should wear off by tomorrow. Until then, we might as well make the best out of it, don't you think?” He paused, possibly to give Reita a chance to either protest or agree, but he didn't grace him with a reaction. Ruki didn't let that deter him. “I'm gonna give you two options. You can either go sit on the toilet and I'll be nice and wash your jeans like I promised, no funny business if you don't want it.”
Reita waited to see if Ruki would continue without him having to ask for it, but he should really know better by now. He licked his lips, ignoring the blush on his cheeks and the voice at the back of his head telling him to just get on the toilet while he could. “What's the other option?”
He wasn't prepared for the hand gripping his hair and yanking his head back, forcing him to meet Ruki's gaze in the mirror, a soft gasp escaping him before he could stop himself. “You take your clothes off and get in the shower, legs spread, hands against the wall, facing away from the door.”
Reita nodded as much as he could with the tight grip on his hair, loving the deep, commanding voice Ruki used and the way his body responded. As soon as Ruki left, Reita quickly wrenched his shirt off, inspecting it for stains before hanging it over the door for later. The rest of his clothes were in a sorry state, and he peeled off his socks with a grimace, throwing them in the shower and stepping in after them before reaching for his belt.
His jeans felt heavy when he lowered them down his legs, and the stench was so bad, he almost retched. They might be beyond redemption, the entire back and insides of the legs stained brown and reeking of waste, and even if they managed to get them clean, Reita wasn't sure he'd ever be able to look at them the same way again. Maybe it would be better to repurpose them, use them as kinkwear only.
If he ever let Ruki do anything similar to him again, that was. When Reita bent over to remove his boxers and trousers all the way, his stomach tensed up and pushed out a new wave of gas and diarrhoea, and he winced when the splatter hit the back of his heels. He felt so gross, and the shower cabinet was quickly filing up with stink, making his eyes water. The sound of the door shutting behind him reminded him that he had orders to follow, and he kicked his clothes to the corner and straightened up, spreading his legs obediently.
He couldn't see what Ruki was doing, but he listened to the sound of rustling fabric and something else, trying not to guess what was coming. He anticipated anything from an enema to a butt plug, surrendering himself to Ruki's whims and trying to keep his hole closed despite it being hard with the position he was in. He wasn't at all surprised to feel the thin latex of a single-use glove when Ruki's hand rested on his back, pushing him down and forcing him to bend over more.
“You're completely caked in shit, you know.” Ruki grabbed the shower head when he was satisfied with Reita's position, turning the water on and spraying his calves with cold water, making him flinch. “It's disgusting.”
Reita held his breath to keep from moaning, hoping Ruki didn't notice the way he shuddered excitedly. Of course, there was little point hiding his enjoyment, it would become obvious eventually, and Ruki knew what he was into, but he clung to the last remnants of his dignity a little longer. He liked the inevitability, knowing he was going to lose in the end, but seeing how long he could pretend to resist. The water warmed up, and Ruki directed the stream higher, rinsing Reita's legs thoroughly.
His hands were far from gentle when he lathered Reita up with soap, probing every nook and crevice until he was soaped in from the waist down and halfway to a boner. He was methodical, rough, but he got Reita clean in a matter of minutes, which was honestly impressive considering the state he was in when they started. “Clench your hole shut and lie down on your back.”
He turned around to see Ruki toss his gloves in the bin and lay a towel down on the floor, and he moved slowly to avoid an accident, lowering himself with a strained groan. Ruki was nowhere near as careful, grabbing Reita's legs and pushing them to his chest, taking the edge of the towel and wiping him dry quickly. It was then Reita's gaze wandered to the counter, his breath catching in his throat when he saw the items laid out, heart pounding in his chest.
Ruki realised what he was looking at and reached over to grab what was very clearly an adult sized diaper, tearing the packaging with a devious grin. “Messy boys who can't control their own body shouldn't go without protection.”
Reita's face was so warm, he thought he might catch fire, but the embarrassment fed his arousal and made his stomach tingle with something besides just pain and discomfort. “I'm not a baby,” he mumbled, meeting Ruki's eyes and nearly moaning at the way he looked at him, licking his lips like he was going to devour him.
“You say that, but you also soiled yourself in public less than half an hour ago.” He unwrapped the diaper and placed it next to Reita, grabbing a box of baby powder and opening it while staring him down, as if daring him to protest. He didn't have the breath to argue, too busy trying to keep his moans quiet while Ruki sprinkled powder all over his ass, hips, spreading it somewhat evenly and laughing when Reita squirmed. “Lie still before you have another accident, at least until I get this thing on.”
He grabbed his legs and lifted his butt off the towel, placing the diaper underneath him, and Reita covered his face with his hands, torn between not believing what was happening and wishing Ruki would drag it out a little. He'd never considered this to be something he'd enjoy, but when Ruki lowered his legs and lifted the front of the diaper, he had to shift Reita's hard cock out of the way, and it would be pointless to deny that he found the entire situation incredibly hot.
“There you go.” Ruki fastened the tabs and gave Reita's stomach a pat, humming when he squirmed. “Poor thing, does your tummy still hurt?” Reita nodded, he was still clenching even though he was now safely contained, not exactly eager to find out what it would feel like to walk around with a messy diaper. Rationally, he knew he was just making it worse for himself by prolonging his suffering, but the thought of letting go was terrifying.
A deep moan above him broke his concentration, and he lifted his hands off his face to see Ruki leaning against the sink, rubbing himself through his sweatpants, and judging by the size of the bulge, he was just as hard as Reita. For a minute, they just watched each other, Ruki panting quietly and Reita grimacing whenever his stomach rumbled, tempted to reach down and touch himself, but unsure if he was allowed to.
“Get up.” Ruki had clearly had enough of Reita's cautious movements, because as soon as he had his feet planted on the floor, his arm was grabbed and he was dragged out of the bathroom, his stomach tightening and a series of farts erupting from his poor ass, slightly muffled. Ruki shoved him down on the bed and climbed over him, frantically pushing his sweatpants down to his thighs while moving between Reita's thighs, clearly too horny to take it slow.
“Ruki, fuck, slow down.” He tried to nudge him to get his attention, but Ruki pinned his wrists to the mattress and growled at him to shut up, pressing his crotch against Reita's diaper and rocking his hips. “I can't, I'm gonna-”
He clamped his mouth shut and furrowed his brows, going completely still while his ass tensed, a low, rumbling fart forcing out all the backed up shit he'd been trying to hold in. He really hoped the diaper was secure and none of it leaked out onto the sheets, but Ruki didn't seem concerned in the least, leaning as much of his weight on Reita as possible and riding out the vibrations of his farts.
“You're fucking disgusting,” he groaned, nothing about his tone suggesting that he was actually grossed out, quite the opposite. His words ended in a moan, and he went right back to humping him, holding him down with one hand and using the other to lift his hips, rubbing himself against Reita's diaper. “Nasty little bitch. Just let go, stop trying to hide what a filthy, pathetic mutt you are.”
Reita wrapped his legs around Ruki's back, arching up against him and nearly sobbing with frustration when he realised the diaper made it hard to feel anything. At least the humiliating words and Ruki's raspy voice made his toes curl, because it didn't seem like he could rely on physical stimulation to cum. Ruki was grunting with every thrust of his hips now, probably getting close, and Reita whispered his name to get his attention, needing just a little more.
Ruki leaned down to bite his neck, gripping his ass in both hands and grinding against him hard, moaning when the change in angle pushed another string of wet farts out of Reita. He raised his head just enough to whisper in his ear, barely audible over Reita's desperate whining. “Go on, cum in your fucking diaper, little piece of shit.”
He clung to Ruki when he lost it, digging his nails into his back through his shirt and whimpering into his neck, trying not to focus on how weird it felt. He was getting soggy again, and he was sure it didn't get any better when Ruki came right after him, grinding his hips until Reita nudged him, his softening dick starting to hurt from the pressure.
Ruki rolled off him and lay down on his side, gently resting his hand on Reita's stomach, moving it when he winced. For a good while, they just worked on catching their breath, occasionally interrupted by one of Reita's farts, until Ruki finally sighed. “I should go clean up.”
“If you give me five more minutes, I'll come help you.” Reita didn't really feel like getting up, but he also didn't feel like walking back to his own room tomorrow naked from the waist down.
“Nah, it was my idea, so it's my mess, even though it came from you.” Ruki slapped Reita's thigh and got up, kicking his sweatpants off and throwing them in the direction of his suitcase. “But will you be okay?”
“You mean besides my stomach cramping and my ass burning?”
“Yeah, besides that. Should I go find a gift store and buy you flowers to apologise?”
Reita rolled his eyes, waving his hand dismissively. “Nah, just don't expect me to let you anywhere near my food for the foreseeable future.”
“Aww.” Ruki leaned down to kiss Reita's cheek, unbothered by him turning away, knowing he wasn't really mad. “It was your water, actually.” He straightened up and shot Reita a wink before covering his nose, heading to the bathroom.
Day 10: Power Dynamics, Ruki/Kai
“Excuse me, are you Ruki-san?”
Kai made sure to smile as brightly as he could, bowing and approaching without getting too close. His hands were clammy around the piece of cardboard he'd written his number on, his knees were shaking so badly he wondered if he should be grabbing the wall for support, and he knew his trembling voice was a clear indicator of how nervous he was. He didn't blame Ruki for frowning and looking him up and down, taking a drag of his cigarette and cocking his head. “'Fuck's asking?”
Okay, no polite language whatsoever, a hint of a sneer on his face, this guy was definitely Rock with a capital 'R'. Kai laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. “I'm Kai, I'm the drummer of one of the bands that went on before you the other day, and I have to say, you guys were so cool.”
Ruki nodded grudgingly, shrugging his shoulders. “And?”
“Well, I, uh,” Kai bit his lip, bowing his head and holding out the card with both hands. “I'm really sorry for taking up your time, please accept my phone number, thank you very much, please treat me favourably!”
So much for keeping it cool. Kai knew he was rambling, and he was honestly surprised Ruki actually accepted the card, slipping it into his pocket without sparing it so much as a glance. “Is that all?”
Kai straightened up and bit his lip, wondering just how forward he should be, eventually deciding he might as well shoot his shot. What did he have to lose? He was pretty sure his dignity dipped out a minute ago anyway. “May I speak frankly, Ruki-san?” Ruki shrugged, and Kai chose to take it as a sign to continue. “Please don't mention this to anyone, but I'm beginning to think my band might not last much longer.”
“We already got a drummer.”
“Of course, I don't mean to intrude.” Kai bowed again for good measure, not sure what to do with his hands now that he was no longer holding the card, so he folded them in front of himself. “But if the situation should ever change, or you hear about a different band in need of a drummer, perhaps you could keep me in mind?”
Ruki's frown deepened, and he knocked some ash off his cigarette onto the pavement below him. “You want me to recommend you? I don't even know if you're any good.”
The smile fell from Kai's face, and he stuttered momentarily. “Um, I could get you tickets to our next live? Are you free this Tuesday?”
“Kai, was it?” Kai nodded, and Ruki looked in the direction of the road. They were in a back alley, no people around, no lit windows, far enough away from the street that someone would have to stop and look to see them. “Suck my cock and I might consider it.”
“Eh?” Kai blinked dumbly, wide eyes studying Ruki's face for any hint he was joking. Ruki continued calmly smoking, leaning back against the wall, waiting for his response. He looked around for cameras, wondering if maybe Ruki was pulling a prank on him, but he didn't see anything suspicious. “Right here, right now?”
“Get on your fucking knees or get out of my sight. Your pick.” Ruki shifted his feet further apart, pushing his hips out and running his hand over the front of his ripped jeans, the entire time staring directly at Kai, who was certain he was blushing by now.
Kai nodded eagerly, dropping down to his knees so fast, he might have bruised them, he couldn't tell with the amount of adrenaline rushing through his veins. His heart pounded in his chest, his hands trembled when he reached for Ruki's belt, fumbling with the buckle for a second before he managed to get it open. He made sure to be gentle with the zipper, taking Ruki's dick out carefully and wrapping his hand around the base, leaning in to take the head in his mouth.
“Get on with it.” Ruki's voice was deliciously husky, and when Kai looked up, his expression was a little softer, less annoyed and more… content? Kai's stomach fluttered with excitement, and he moaned happily, bobbing his head and taking more of Ruki's dick with each glide of his lips. He didn't know what to do with his left hand, but he didn't dare touch Ruki and risk irritating him, so he rested it on his own knee while he tried to settle into a good rhythm.
Ruki apparently wasn't satisfied, however, because he grabbed a fistful of his hair and used it to guide him, fucking his head on his cock and groaning whenever Kai grunted, trying not to choke. He wasn't used to deepthroating people right off the bat like that, and his throat closed up with every thrust, but he pushed through. Even though his eyes were getting wet and he was having a hard time keeping his lunch down, he let Ruki use his mouth as he pleased.
At least he didn't drag it out, and after a couple more thrusts, he threw his head back and groaned, holding Kai down while he spilled into his mouth. Kai tried his best to avoid making a mess, ignoring the taste and swallowing every drop, not wanting to risk staining Ruki's clothes. Only when Ruki was sated did he let go of his hair, and Kai pulled back with a gasp for breath, gently tucking his flaccid dick back into place and zipping him up, even buckling his belt for him.
Ruki patted his cheek so roughly, it might as well have been considered a slap, and Kai looked up, eyes wet, lips swollen, trousers bulging in the front. “We're playing here tomorrow night. Bring a ticket and I'll check your band out on Tuesday.”
“Thank you so much, Ruki-san!” Kai smiled happily, staying on his knees while Ruki put his cigarette out and left. He waited until Ruki was completely out of sight before he reached into his trousers and started jerking himself off.
Day 11: Dacryphilia, Uruha/Aoi
Uruha was staring at his laptop intently when Aoi walked into the living room, slightly hunched over, his voice every so slightly deeper than usual when he mumbled. “You know, you really are hot when you cry.”
Aoi would have brushed it off as a joke if it weren't for the concentrated look on Uruha's face and the lack of a teasing smile. He seemed genuine, and Aoi moved behind the couch so he could see the screen, blushing at the image of him Uruha had open. Someone must have tweeted a screenshot from their 15th anniversary live, specifically, the end of it, when Aoi started tearing up from all the overwhelming emotions and the response from their fans. “Letting you make a Twitter account was a mistake.”
“Letting you drink alcohol before the live ended was a mistake.”
“Nonsense, I didn't cry.” Aoi smacked Uruha's shoulder lightly, leaning over the backrest and reaching for the laptop, but Uruha held it out of reach, opening the image in fullscreen.
“No? What's that moisture in your eyes, then?” He gestured to the screen, but Aoi was no longer paying attention, because with nothing covering his lap anymore, there was nothing to hide the tent in Uruha's sweatpants.
“I'm more interested in what this is.” Aoi trailed his arms down Uruha's chest to his waist, fluttering his fingers teasingly over his crotch and grinning when he bit back a moan. “Does looking at pictures of me give you a boner?”
Uruha hummed, tipping his head back when Aoi groped him properly, closing the laptop and setting it aside. “I can't help it. It's been five years, but I still remember looking over at you and realising you were choking up, how it made me feel.”
Aoi turned his head, whispering into Uruha's ear while stroking his dick through his sweats. “And how did it make you feel?”
“So horny I thought my shorts were going to rip.”
Aoi chuckled, kissing Uruha's neck lovingly. “Want me to go chop up an onion and think about homeless kittens?”
Uruha took a deep breath, hands clenching at his sides, clearly excited at the idea but not wanting to seem too forward. “Are you sure?”
“Of course. What's a little temporary pain when it's for a good cause?” He gave Uruha's dick a loving squeeze before getting up, going to the kitchen and grabbing an onion and the dullest knife they owned. Getting the tears to flow was the easy part, Aoi's eyes started stinging after the first few cuts, and by the time he was done and placing the diced onion in the fridge for later, it was getting hard to see what he was doing.
He resisted the urge to wipe away the moisture and walked back to the couch where Uruha was waiting, looking up when he heard him approach and going rigid when their eyes met. “Fuck, c'mere.”
Aoi smiled, straddling his lap and sniffling, trying to wipe his nose, but Uruha grabbed his wrists before he could touch his face. “It tickles.”
“Cry about it.” He didn't even say it in a mean way, but Aoi decided to run with it, pouting down at him.
“Jerk.” A tear rolled down his cheek with perfect timing, and he sniffled again, trying to push forth more without making it look like he was forcing it. Uruha moaned, trapping both wrists in one of his large hands and reaching up to swipe his thumb over Aoi's cheek, smearing the wetness and rubbing it into his skin. Aoi shifted his hips forward, pressing his butt into Uruha's crotch to feel how hard he was, unable to stop himself from teasing him a little. “What, you're getting off on this? You like making your poor, sweet boyfriend cry?”
“You know I do.” Uruha parted his lips, gasping when Aoi rocked his hips, grinding in his lap while more tears spilled forth. Uruha watched through hazy eyes, moaning when Aoi's breath caught in his throat and he hiccuped, almost a sob, but not quite. “Some days I think about buying some cheap, non-waterproof mascara and making you wear it so I can see the dark streaks down your cheeks.”
“I might have some old eyeliner that'd do the trick if you want me to get it.” Aoi moved to get up, but Uruha grabbed his hair and pulled him back into his lap, shuddering when he cried out from the sharp pain.
“You're amazing, but it's not necessary.” Uruha let go of his wrists in favour of gripping his hip, and Aoi rested his hands on his shoulders, rubbing his ass against his crotch. A drop of snot trickled down his lip, and he grimaced, but it was worth leaving it alone when Uruha moaned, fingers digging into his scalp and butt. “I have everything I need right here.”
Aoi nodded and bit his lip, whimpering softly, blinking a few times and letting the tears fall freely. Uruha's harsh gasps grew in frequency, his hips pushed up slightly, and when he came with a strained moan, Aoi's façade cracked. There was no way he could even pretend to be sad when he had such a gorgeous view, Uruha's expression one of pure, contagious bliss, so he let his lips curl in a satisfied grin. “I'm happy my suffering pleases you.”
Uruha closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the couch, rubbing Aoi's shoulders. “I need a shower.”
“No fair, if I have to deal with snot and tears on my face without being allowed to wipe it off, you can wait to get out of your sticky underwear until after you make me cum.” Aoi winked, grabbing Uruha's hand and guiding it to his crotch, blushing when he chuckled.
“I'm happy my perverse enjoyment of your suffering pleases you.” Uruha just smirked when Aoi pretended to smack his shoulder.
Day 12: Distracted Sex, Ruki/Uruha
Uruha opened the door to find Ruki at his desk, intently focused on something on his computer, and he pulled up a chair with a sigh. "Still working?"
Ruki hummed absently, not sparing Uruha so much as a glance. "Can't stop now, I might lose my train of thought."
"We haven't had sex in a week." Uruha pouted even though Ruki still wasn't looking, moving his chair closer so he could lean against Ruki's side, watching him work.
"We're both perfectionistic workaholics, you should have seen this coming."
"I know, and it's not only your fault." He was just as much to blame as Ruki, he'd had his fair share of late nights sneaking into bed without trying to wake him. "But I'd appreciate if I didn't have to deal with this one all by myself."
Ruki tore his gaze away from the screen to look down at Uruha's crotch, licking his lips at the sight of the boner he was sporting, obviously conflicted. "Someone's excited. Will my left hand suffice?"
"So romantic." Uruha shook his head, but he didn't blame Ruki for wanting to finish up. It was getting late, however, and he'd take a half-hearted handjob if it meant he could go to sleep sated without having to wait however many hours it would take before Ruki was satisfied. "Yeah, it's fine."
"Great, grab the lotion?" Ruki held his left hand out, palm up, and refocused his attention on his computer, using his right hand to navigate menus with his mouse. Uruha rubbed a generous amount of lotion into Ruki's hand, leaned back in the chair, and pushed his hips forward. He was going to slide his sweatpants down a little to get his dick out, but before he could get that far, Ruki had already reached under the waistband and into his underwear, starting to stroke him without a moment's pause.
Uruha bit his lip, sighing contently, honestly just relieved to feel a touch that wasn't his own for once. He turned his head to admire Ruki's engrossed expression, the way his brows furrowed in concentration, lips pursed ever so slightly, loving his dedication to his creative vision too much to be annoyed. Sure, it was incredibly frustrating at the moment, but in the long run, he knew he preferred Ruki devoting himself to his craft, even if that meant he wasn't always high on his boyfriend's list of priorities.
Besides, this wasn't so bad. Ruki had pretty decent control over his left hand, and even though his attention was clearly elsewhere and his movements lacked finesse, he managed to increase the pace gradually, starting slow enough to let the pleasure build up appropriately without dragging it out. Even the incessant clicking of the mouse didn't bother Uruha, he was panting and raising his hips, gripping the sides of the chair and tipping his head back, enjoying the moment while it lasted.
Ruki's hand felt so good, pleasantly warm and just slick enough to provide a nice sensation, along with filthy sounds, muffled by clothing and mostly drowned out by Uruha's moans. He was steadily approaching orgasm, wondering if he should warn Ruki before he got his hand all sticky, or if that would just be more disruptive. In the end, he figured the noises he made probably gave it away, because Ruki started jerking him faster, his pointer moving more slowly across the screen now, a possible indication that he was having a hard time concentrating on two things at once.
Uruha was kind enough to jut his hips up and cum without further ado, soiling his boxers and moaning happily when Ruki kept going until he was finished and sagged back against the seat. He pulled his hand out carefully, reaching for a tissue and wiping the cum off, tossing it in the bin under the desk and patting Uruha's thigh. "Good enough?"
"Yeah." Uruha stayed put until his harsh panting had calmed down and he could draw a proper breath, standing up slowly and pressing a kiss to Ruki's temple. "Thank you. I'll leave you to it."
Ruki hummed, all his concentration directed at his work once again, and Uruha almost made it all the way to the door before he seemed to realise. "I'll make it up to you some other time."
"I don't doubt it." Uruha smiled, slipping out quietly and tucking himself into bed, knowing Ruki would join him when he was finished, whether that took another ten minutes or two hours.
Day 13: Medical Play, Kai/Uruha
Uruha closed the bathroom door behind him and opened the towel cabinet, finding an out of place, mysterious bundle just like Kai had said he would. He'd told Uruha to keep an open mind and play along, so when he unfolded the bundle and found a hospital gown, he tried not to make any assumptions, stripping out of his clothes and leaving them on the counter. Whatever plans Kai had, Uruha knew he was in for a fun night.
Once he was wearing the gown with nothing underneath, he headed to their bedroom, knocking on the door as per the agreement and entering when he heard Kai's voice telling him to come in. Kai was sitting on a stool next to the bed, dressed in his doctor's costume from their 2017 Halloween tour, and Uruha bit his lip to stifle a smile. His suspicions were right, then.
"Good evening." Kai was using formal speech, bowing his head politely, and Uruha did the same, waiting for him to give some sort of clue as to what they were doing. "Are you ready for your appointment?"
"You might have to refresh my memory, Doctor."
Kai smiled, patting the mattress. "You're due for a prostate exam. Lie down on your back for me, please."
Uruha raised an eyebrow, but he moved onto the bed as directed, grabbing a pillow to prop his head up. Alright, he was definitely interested in seeing where this was going, and Kai looked handsome enough in his white coat that he was already getting excited. He pulled on a pair of black latex gloves, scooting his seat closer to the bed and patting Uruha's thigh. "Place your legs in the stirrups for me, please."
"The what?" Uruha looked around like he was going crazy, he hadn't noticed anything to put his feet up on. He was about to ask again when he noticed the look Kai was giving him, winking at him before motioning for him to spread his legs, and Uruha let out an 'oh' of comprehension. He was supposed to imagine they were in a doctor's office. "Of course, the stirrups, I'm sorry." He bent his knees and spread his legs comfortably, watching Kai lube up his fingers thoroughly.
"No worries, it's normal to be a little nervous before such an intimate procedure. Let me know if there's anything I can do to make you more comfortable." He was good at staying in character, Uruha would give him that, and even when he lifted the hem of the gown and reached down to rub a slick finger over his entrance, he still looked completely professional. "Now take a deep breath."
Uruha inhaled slowly, breath hitching when Kai breached his rim, pushing one finger inside him and curing it slightly. He was used to a completely different mood during moments like these, less methodical and more sensual, and he was surprised how different even something as simple as this felt. It could be partly due to the circumstances, but no, he swore Kai's finger moved differently than usual.
In fact, it went straight for his prostate with no preamble, and Uruha covered his mouth to stifle his moan at how direct he was. It was almost too much too soon, and his legs trembled when Kai pushed in a second digit, curling them against his sweet spot and rubbing it mercilessly. "Doing okay so far?" Kai's smile turned smug, no doubt he could tell Uruha was enjoying himself, and his fingers worked relentlessly to try to keep him from coherency.
Uruha was surprised he managed to answer at all, even if his voice was shaky and tinged with arousal. "More than okay, Doctor. Are you finding anything?"
"Hm, let's see." Kai pursed his lips like he was thinking, resting his thumb against Uruha's taint and wiggling his fingers inside him. Uruha didn't bother trying to stifle his moan that time, besides, his hands were occupied gripping the sheets, trying not to move too much. Still, he couldn't help raising his hips ever so slightly, rocking them against Kai's hand, eyes rolling back when he thrust his fingers into him hard for a good minute.
Uruha came with a gasp, grinding down hard on Kai's fingertips, milking his cock and soiling the gown with his cum. Kai was gracious enough to wait until he at least stopped spurting before he pulled his fingers out, peeling his gloves off and speaking way too clinically for what he'd just done. "Well done, that concludes your visit for today. Take all the time you need before getting up, it's not unusual to feel a bit unsteady for the first few minutes, including difficulty standing and walking."
"So, when's my next appointment?" Uruha raised an eyebrow, biting his bottom lip and looking pointedly down at the prominent bulge in Kai's slacks.
"I recommend most patients see me every two to three years." Kai grinned mischievously, adjusting his lab coat and approaching Uruha with a hungry look in his eyes. "But you're a special case."
"What do you mean, Doctor?" Uruha tried to look as innocent as he could, scooting back when Kai planted one knee on the edge of the bed, cocking his head to the side. "I thought you said everything was fine?"
"Well, on second thought…" Kai crawled over him, trapping him between his limbs and leaning down until their lips almost brushed one another. "I might want to keep you for further examination."
Day 14: Stuck, Kai/Aoi
"Kai, could you come help me out, please?"
"Uh, sure?" Kai set his tablet aside and went in the direction Aoi's voice had come from, raising an eyebrow when he found him bent over with his head between two couch cushions. So that was why his voice had been so faint. "Did you find a guitar pick in there?"
"I did, but now I'm stuck." He swayed his hips teasingly, and it was then Kai noticed the tube of lube that just so happened to be on the coffee table, not exactly the most subtle of hints, not that Aoi was known for subtlety. "I thought maybe you'd know what to do."
"Did you, now?" Kai licked his lips, eyeing the perfect curve of Aoi's pert butt through the thin tights he wore. "And you're sure you're completely stuck?"
"Oh, yes, I'm totally, completely helpless, unable to escape." Aoi pretended to try to get out, in the process spreading his legs and arching his back, presenting himself to Kai, and it was hard not to laugh. "But I know you would never take advantage of me in such a vulnerable position, right?"
"Right." Kai had already pushed his sweatpants down and pulled his dick out, and he lubed up with one hand, pulling Aoi's tights out of the way with the other. Maybe it was the position, maybe it was the setting, but Aoi's ass looked more inviting than usual, and Kai had to force himself to take it slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. He pressed the tip against Aoi's hole, rocking his hips and groaning when his dick slipped past the rim, going a little deeper with each thrust.
"How's it going back there, are you making any progress?" Aoi sounded so damn pleased with himself, Kai gripped his hips and slammed in deep a couple of times to shut him up.
"Feels like it's getting looser, at least." Kai was settling into a steady rhythm, holding Aoi still and fucking him with sharp snaps of his hips, panting softly from arousal. "How about you, can you breathe?"
Aoi answered his question with a moan. "Yeah, but I could use a, uh, helping hand, so to speak."
Kai grinned, reaching down under Aoi with the hand that was still faintly slick with lube, grabbing his dick and jerking him in time with his thrusts. Aoi moaned again, clenching around him, and at this point, neither of them had any breath left for banter. Kai fucked him deep, balls slapping against his ass in a vulgar harmony with the sounds of his hand working his dick, working him to the edge.
Aoi came with a beautiful gasp, spurting over the edge of the couch and Kai's hand, tightening around him so hard it took everything he had not to cum just yet. He waited until Aoi seemed satisfied before pushing in deep, draping himself over his back and spilling deep into him, holding himself up with one hand planted on the couch. He ground his hips while his orgasm ebbed out, wrapping his arm around Aoi's waist and holding him close, reluctant to pull out even when Aoi guided them to sit down.
"Thanks for getting me off- I mean, out." The smirk was audible in Aoi's tone, and Kai rolled his eyes, even though he couldn't see it.
"Happy to help."
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself." Aoi turned around, nuzzling into the crook of Kai's neck.
"Oh no, I had a great time." Kai leaned back, pulling Aoi to sit in his lap and closing his eyes, enjoying the closeness. "I just wonder if you really needed me at all."
"Maybe not, but you make everything more fun when you help."
Kai couldn't really disagree with that.
Day 15: Spit, Ruki/Aoi
Aoi batted his eyelashes prettily, looking up at Ruki from his kneeling position on the floor, squirming in his spot for effect. "Please, Sir."
Ruki wasn't about to let him off that easily, however, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Please, what?"
"Come on, Sir, you know what I want." If only his hands hadn't been tied behind his back, Aoi would have been grabbing Ruki's hips, trying to pull him closer.
"Maybe so, or maybe not. Either way, you have to admit what it is you want before I'm giving you anything."
Aoi's cheeks grew warm, and he tried turning away, finding it difficult to look Ruki in the eyes while he confessed his desires, though he should have known better. Ruki grabbed his chin and tipped his head up, holding him firmly in place and forcing him to meet his gaze. Aoi bit his lip, pushing down the embarrassment and focusing on how much he wanted this, though in the end, he still only managed a soft whisper. "I want your spit."
"It's hard to hear you when you whisper." Despite his chiding tone, Ruki generously pursed his lips, and Aoi drew a sharp breath when he realised what he was doing, watching unblinkingly as a string of saliva slowly dripped from Ruki's mouth. He parted his lips expectantly, hoping the connection would sever so he could get a taste, but Ruki sucked it back in before it fell, tilting his head in a wordless challenge.
"Please, Sir, I want your spit," Aoi said, clearer this time, and thankfully, Ruki seemed satisfied. He leaned over his face properly, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, and Aoi almost went cross-eyed watching the drool drip from his mouth, falling onto his waiting tongue. He savoured the taste, moaning shakily and swallowing, a shudder going through his body. "Thank you so much, fuck."
"Want more?" Ruki worked his jaw, obviously building up saliva, and Aoi nodded eagerly, not about to waste the opportunity.
"Yes please, Sir, I want all of it."
Except instead of letting him have it, this time, Ruki dribbled into his own hand, grinning at the disappointed whine Aoi let out. He spread his fingers, the saliva hanging like a web between them, shifting his hand slowly and letting it flow back and forth, careful not to spill a single drop. "Is this what you're into, hm? This turns you on?" He touched his fingers together and parted them again, and Aoi couldn't take his eyes off the strings of spit connecting them.
"So fucking much, Sir." He raised his hips, letting Ruki see just how hard he was, how much it affected him. "I love your spit."
Ruki lowered his hand, and Aoi leaned in immediately, lapping at his fingers with eager little sounds of pleasure. Ruki smiled fondly, running his other hand through his hair with a pleased hum. "Good boy." Aoi's stomach fluttered, and he didn't stop until Ruki gently tugged his head back, wiping his hand dry on his cheek.
He leaned forward, working his mouth again, and Aoi parted his lips and stuck his tongue out, eager for more. This time, Ruki didn't let it drip slowly like he had earlier, he bent down until he was right above him and spat right onto his face, laughing when Aoi rubbed his thighs together and squirmed like he was about to cum from the teasing alone.
"I love what a filthy little degenerate you are." He licked his lips, and when Aoi tried opening his mouth to speak, he quickly shut him up by gargling, spitting right between his eyes and smearing it around with his hand. Aoi was trembling, rock hard and leaking precum, which was just as well, because Ruki was running dry, anyway. "Open wide."
Aoi obediently opened his mouth, eyes half closed, open just enough to watch Ruki's tongue push out a gob of drool, spilling over his bottom lip and extending down between them. Ruki had shifted his stance, and as soon as the string broke and Aoi got the last taste of his spit, he nudged his foot between his knees, pushing it up against his dick and setting him off. Whether it was the taste of his saliva or the shock of the sudden contact that did it, Aoi came with a strained gasp, arching his back beautifully, and the second he managed to catch his breath, he spent it thanking Ruki for his generosity.
Day 16: Consensual Non-Consent, Kai/Reita
Reita lay in the dark with his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep while he listened to the faint sounds of Kai brushing his teeth, stomach fluttering with excitement. Eventually he heard the bathroom light being switched off followed by soft footsteps, and when the bed finally dipped beneath him and Kai slid under the covers, it was hard to continue playing dumb when he knew what was about to happen.
Sure enough, a hand brushed his thigh, subtly at first, then more firmly when he didn't react. Fingers dug into his thigh, and Reita grunted and pushed the hand off, feigning annoyance when it returned immediately after. "Cut it out, I'm trying to sleep."
"I don't care." Kai rolled Reita over on his stomach and lay down on top of him, holding him in place with his weight and bending down to whisper in his ear. "I'll have you if I want."
Reita shuddered, squirming in an attempt to shrug Kai off, though he didn't try too hard. He was mostly struggling for the sake of the scene, keeping up the pretence of being an unwilling victim, and when he heard the slick sound of lube being spread over skin, it was hard not to just spread his legs automatically. "You can't do this."
Kai chuckled breathlessly, sitting between Reita's legs and holding him down with one hand at the back of his neck. "No? Who's gonna stop me? Are you gonna call for help?" He shoved Reita's head down into the mattress, keeping him from talking back, while his right hand made its way between his legs, pushing two slick fingers against his hole. "I've let you get too comfortable in this relationship if you think you get to say no to me."
Reita went rigid when the fingers started pushing into him, growling into the mattress and trying to close his legs, but Kai used his knees to keep them spread while he opened him up. There was nothing gentle about his touch tonight, no regard for Reita's pleasure or anything besides getting him loose enough, if that. He merely thrust his fingers for a minute or so before pulling them out again, slapping Reita's ass when he squirmed and tried to roll over on his back. "Lie still, slut."
"No, please!" Reita turned his head so he could breathe, resting his cheek against the mattress and trying to glare up at Kai, who held him in place with one hand while lubing up his dick with the other. "I don't want this!" His voice was tinged with fear, forced, of course, but it seemed to do the trick, because Kai groaned and gripped his hip harshly, lifting it.
"What makes you think I give a shit what you want?" Reita tried to answer, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Kai shoved his cock into him, and his words of protest turned into a strained scream. He tried to be quiet so the neighbours wouldn't worry, but he really hadn't been prepped enough for such a sudden stretch, and he whimpered in pain, reaching back to push Kai's chest weakly.
"Fucking bastard, it hurts," he sobbed, tears stinging at his eyes, but Kai grabbed his wrists, pinning them on either side of his head and snapping his hips hard, slamming deep into him and rendering him speechless.
"Maybe I would have been more gentle if you hadn't tried to resist me." Kai pried Reita's thighs further apart with his knees, sinking his teeth into his neck, making him cry out again. "Take this as a learning experience. You don't have a say in whether or not I'm going to fuck you, so you might as well just spread your legs and take it like a good little bitch."
Reita turned his head and sobbed into the mattress, clenching his eyes shut while tears streamed down his cheeks. Kai's cock was so big, fucking into him and stretching him painfully wide, possibly tearing his insides, but Reita couldn't bring himself to care. It was everything he wanted, and he let his mind float while Kai used him, enjoying the numbness he felt, the helplessness. The closer Kai got to orgasm, the tighter his grip on his wrists got, until Reita whimpered pathetically, trying to push back and moaning when he was only held down harder.
"Shut up and accept what you are." Kai was starting to sound breathless, his thrusts reaching an almost frantic pace, driving Reita into the mattress. "Your place is beneath me." He only barely finished his sentence, words dissolving into a string of pleasured groans, almost drowning out Reita's pained whines. He slammed his hips against his ass a couple more times, pressing deep into him and filling him with cum, both of them moaning passionately while Kai rode out his orgasm inside him.
He collapsed on top of Reita, releasing his wrists and pulling the duvet over them before wrapping his arms around him, kissing his neck sweetly. "You alright?"
Reita nodded, finding it hard to form words, so turned on he would have been grinding against the bed if he wasn't trapped under Kai. "Really fucking horny."
Kai grinned, his kisses turning into nibbles, then full on bites, and he moved his hand lower, finding Reita's hard cock and starting to jerk him off.
Day 17: Impact Play, Ruki/Kai
Kai ran his fingers up Ruki's arm slowly, leaning close to whisper in his ear, a seductive tone to his voice. “You know, we don't have work for a couple of days.”
“Is this your idea of dirty talk?” Ruki chuckled, though he put his phone away, turning to look at Kai, a faint grin on his lips. “We might not have any band stuff scheduled, but I could still work on the next NIL collection.”
“My point is, I don't strictly have to sit down for the foreseeable future.” Kai wiggled his eyebrows pointedly, and Ruki took the hint, getting up and gesturing for him to lead the way.
“What did you have in mind?” He followed Kai to the bedroom, where he'd set up a metal frame, hung two lengths of rope over it, and placed a leather whip on the bed, along with a bottle of disinfectant, a clear indication of what he wanted. “Someone's eager to get started.”
“It's been so long, I've missed it.” Kai was already taking his shirt off, leaving it on the dresser and working on his jeans next. “Do you mind?”
Ruki answered him with a kiss, pushing his tongue past Kai's lips while he shoved his jeans down to his thighs, stepping back and letting him deal with getting it all the way off. “Definitely not. Safeword?”
“Colours should suffice today, right? Yellow to slow down, red to stop entirely.” Kai removed the last of his clothes, now completely naked, and he walked over to the frame, bending over it. The rod was at the perfect height where he could reach all the way down to grab his ankles, folded in half at the waist, ass exposed to Ruki's whims. He shuddered when Ruki spanked him lightly with a flat palm, grabbing one of the ropes and unfurling it.
“Upper limit?” Ruki crouched down and looped the rope around Kai's ankle, making a knot and weaving it between the base of the frame and his wrist, tying all three together tightly. He had to make sure Kai wasn't going to slip around or strain his muscles holding the position, so he took his time, going several rounds and stopping to check that each one was secure.
“I, uh, went over the whip already and prepared for a hard session.” Kai bit his lip, his cheeks turning red, and he hoped Ruki would assume it was the blood gathering in his head with the position he was in. “Feel free to break skin.”
“That's not what I asked.” Ruki tied off the last knot and gathered the ends to the side, grabbing the second rope and moving to the other leg, repeating the process.
Kai found it hard to answer, but he knew Ruki wouldn't start until he did, so he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Just don't flay me completely. If there's too much blood for you to see what you're doing, stop there, no matter how much I beg.”
“Good boy.” Ruki patted his cheek, satisfied with the answer, and once he had his arms and legs spread out and tied down, he got to his feet, moving to grab the whip. “Ready?”
Kai tested the ropes, but he couldn't move his limbs at all, and he grabbed his ankles with a shaky sigh, settling in. “Ready, Sir.”
He hadn't been prepared for Ruki to start right away, so when the words left his lips and the whip swished through the air, just barely brushing his buttock, he mostly flinched from the surprise. Ruki still cocked his head, looking down at his red face and raising an eyebrow. “I thought you said you were ready?”
“I am, Sir. Please, keep going.” He tried to relax as best he could, releasing all the tension in his body, though when Ruki swung his arm and brought the whip down across his ass with a loud crack, he flinched again. “I think I'm out of practice.”
“It has been a while since we had an opportunity to go all out.” Ruki struck him harder, pausing to pay close attention to Kai's reaction, but he just shuddered, and he didn't know whether to be excited or disappointed. “Is that why you want it tonight?”
Kai was quick to shake his head, not wanting Ruki to get the wrong idea. “I've been wanting it for weeks, Sir, fantasising about it, waiting for our schedule to clear up.” With the way he was bent over, his skin was stretched so taught, the whip bit into it painfully, more so than it would have otherwise. As straining as this position was, Kai loved it for how much more intense it made a session. Not only did the already painful strikes of the whip hurt more, he also felt incredibly vulnerable, totally helpless and exposed.
Ruki took advantage of that, smacking his balls lightly with the back of his hand, grinning when Kai's thighs strained, clearly trying to close. “Have you jerked off imagining this?” He took a step back, cracking the whip in thin air and licking his lips when Kai twitched. “Answer me, or I'll stop.”
He hesitated for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was quiet, a tinge of embarrassment to it. “Yes, Sir. Last time was yesterday, before bed.” His sentence ended with a strained whimper when the whip landed on his ass again, hard enough to make him jump. “Oh, fuck.”
Ruki was done talking for a while, and he settled into a rhythm, snapping his arm and leaving parallel lines down Kai's ass and the back of his thighs. With each impact, Kai made such lovely sounds, especially when Ruki used more force, hitting him harder and harder. He would have felt bad for his poor backside if only he weren't moaning so prettily, gasping and squirming as much as he could with how firmly he was tied down.
When the entire section between Kai's tailbone to his knees was covered in clear lines, so close together that there didn't seem to be more than a few slivers of untouched skin, Ruki shifted his stance, swishing the whip through thin air a couple of times, estimating. The next time it landed on Kai's ass, it practically sliced into the skin, and he howled in pain, trembling and trying to pull away. Ruki groaned at the sight of blood seeping to the surface, an excited shiver rippling through his body, his dick straining against his slacks.
He gave Kai a moment to use his safeword, but when he merely breathed heavily, settling down and gripping the ropes holding him in place, Ruki swung the whip again, bringing it down on a different section of his ass. Kai gritted his teeth and tried to choke down a scream, but Ruki didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. Leather snapped against skin with resounding force, row after row of thin, purple lines forming on Kai's rear, until he cried out in such a broken voice, Ruki paused.
“Are you satisfied?” He moved up behind Kai, running his hand over his hip and grinning when he flinched, even though he was careful not to brush any of the fresh welts.
“Please, Sir,” Kai whispered, voice shaky, sweat dripping down his forehead and hitting the platform beneath him.
“Please what?” Ruki couldn't resist groping himself through his trousers, rubbing the prominent bulge while he studied the marks he'd left so far, loving how they looked on Kai's beautiful skin.
“Please.” Kai panted harshly, swallowing the spit gathering in his mouth and clenching his eyes shut. He was too ashamed to meet Ruki's gaze or see the way he looked at him. Hearing the arousal in his voice was bad enough, Kai's dick was already pressing against his stomach, leaking precum. “Please, make me cry.”
Ruki moaned, tempted to take his dick out and jerk himself off just to the way Kai begged, but that would be cruel. He stepped back instead, running his tongue over his lips, a glint in his eye as he raised his hand again. “As you wish.”