His (ch. 3)
Title: His
Chapter: 3/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha, RukixKai
Genre: Supernatural, AU, romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, graphic sex, vampirism, BDSM, Domination/submission, other various kinks
Summary: One day, Uruha decided it would be a good idea to pick up a guy in a bar. Little did he know, that his choice would change his life forever...
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Comment: I will go hide in a corner... I'm sorry guys, real life has been hectic and I got a writer's block, other than that I don't really have a good excuse.
After they finished their dinner, Kai and Uruha had remained in the kitchen, cleaning up after themselves and talking about anything and everything. Kai had spent almost an entire hour just talking about himself, his interests, his life and what he liked to do when Ruki wasn't around. He had also at least twice now hinted at spending more time with Uruha, and Uruha didn't mind. He liked Kai's company more than he had thought he would, and seeing as he was a very quiet person in general, Kai's talkative nature was just perfect for him.
But when Kai decided to ask Uruha about his life, Uruha fell silent. “I don't really know. I never really thought much about my own interests for long enough to allow myself to have fun. I did what was expected of me and joined in on any activities the people around me indulged in. I joined a football club just because everyone else from class did.”
“You mean you've never once thought about what you wanted, but only done what everyone else did because it looked like it was fun?”
Kai was really good at wording the thoughts in Uruha's mind in a simple way. Uruha himself didn't even know how to begin to explain, but Kai just seemed to understand. “I guess. Well, no, there was once I did something completely reckless and egoistical just because I wanted to.”
“What was that?”
“Letting Aoi claim me.” And just like that, Kai had helped Uruha voice the thought that had been growing in his head all day. That he had never done anything for himself his entire life, except for when he decided to sneak out to a gay bar in the middle of the night, fuck a demon and let him claim Uruha as a pet.
Uruha's train of thought was interrupted by a loud 'aww' from Kai. “That is one of the most romantic things I've ever heard in my life!”
“Romantic?”
“Yes!” Kai nodded as if to illustrate his own point. “Romantic!”
“I guess it would be romantic if we loved each other.”
Kai's smile fell from his lips for a second, before coming back full force again. “Aoi wouldn't have taken you in if you weren't special, and just like I fell for Master, I'm sure one day you'll fall in love with Aoi as well. And then it'll be romantic!”
Uruha laughed at Kai's optimism. He really was cute. “Suppose so. Hey, think we should be getting back to them? I'm sure Ruki misses you horribly.”
“Master told me to spend time with you. That's basically his way of telling me to give him some privacy. And I don't know about you, but I don't really want to piss Master off. He can be quite scary when he's mad.”
Before Uruha could even stop the words from leaving his mouth, he spoke without thinking. “Is that how you got those scars on your back?” He quickly realised he might have overstepped some boundaries or social conventions, and he tried to backtrack immediately. “I'm sorry, that's none of my business, forget I asked-”
Kai shushed him before he could even continue. “He wasn't mad at me. It was a loving gesture.”
Blinking twice, Uruha tilted his head and just stared at Kai. “Oh.”
“These are from earlier today,” Kai continued, lifting the hem of his top and showing Uruha the scars that trailed along his sides as well as his back. “That's why they're still here.”
Uruha must have looked utterly confused, because when Kai spoke up again, it was with a giggle. “I guess Aoi hasn't gotten around to telling you. Demon blood has a healing effect. I know, I know, it's totally cliché.” He giggled again. “Master feeds me his blood daily, and it heals up any wounds and scars I have.”
Uruha briefly wondered how Kai would have looked if Ruki hadn't been feeding him his blood. He probably would have had so many scars you couldn't see his skin any more. Uruha considered asking Kai if he was okay, but he figured Kai must like it in some way, or he would have tried to escape. Or maybe not.
“Master's a beast in bed. Maybe even literally. Can demons be considered beasts? I mean, they're not human, but they're not animals either.” Uruha suppressed a laugh. Kai seemed to have a habit of talking so much he forgot his own point.
“Anyway, where was I? Ah yes. Master loves hurting me. And don't tell him, but I love it too. He's really hot when he's mad. How about you? Do you like pain?”
Uruha was surprised by how blunt Kai was. It seemed almost natural to him to be speaking so freely about this. Then again, it probably was. “I don't know. Like I said, I've never really stopped and thought about what I like. Besides, I was a virgin up until yesterday, I haven't exactly had a lot of time to experiment.”
“Well, stop and think about it now.”
Uruha wasn't really sure why, but hearing those words made him tear up. He turned his head, trying to hide his eyes behind his hair, wiping the wetness from them. Kai noticed, however, and he stumbled over his words trying to apologize, but Uruha shut him up with a wave of his hand. “It's not your fault. I'm just not used to people asking me what I want and what I like. The few times I tried telling my friends, no, the people who called themselves my friends, they told me I was a perverted freak and a sinner, and that it was utterly wrong to feel the way I did.”
“Because you like men?”
“No, I never dared tell anyone that. It was because I'd found out I liked bondage. Namely, being tied up.”
Kai couldn't help but giggle. “Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but if they think that's kinky, they're really naïve. Or just ignorant.”
“Yeah, I know.” Uruha managed to regain his composure, and he faced Kai again with a wide grin. “But now that I'm thinking about it, I think I would enjoy being hurt. So long as it's not too painful, I guess. Those scars of yours look like they hurt like a bitch.”
“They did, but even more so than the pain just being pleasurable, it's the feeling of being used, or controlled, or... Ah, it's hard to explain, but even if it hurts a lot, it's still good.”
“Well, I guess I won't know until I try. Hopefully I'll get the chance.”
“Being a demon's pet? Oh trust me, you will.” Kai winked naughtily, and Uruha just grinned back.
The kitchen door was kicked open, and Ruki entered with a grin. “It's time to go home, Kai,” he said, before turning to Uruha. “It was nice meeting you, Aoi's new pet. You had a pretty gentle welcoming. Maybe next time, Aoi will let me have some fun with you. Maybe I can feed from you.” Ruki licked his lips, showing off his fangs in an attempt to make Uruha uncomfortable. “Until then, enjoy the soft treatment, and praise yourself lucky Aoi's here, or I might have tasted you already. You look positively delicious.”
Aoi appeared in the door to pat Ruki's shoulder, smirking at Uruha. “Don't worry, Ruki's just trying to scare you. He wouldn't dare touch you without my permission, though.”
“If I wanted to touch him, I'd touch him. It's not like you could have stopped me.” Aoi laughed and followed Ruki out, Kai bowing to Uruha, whispering goodbye and trailing after his Master. Uruha got up and went back to the living room, only to find Reita lying on the couch, staring up at him with crimson eyes.
“Ruki was being serious, you know.”
Uruha blinked and looked at Reita, before remembering the rules and shifting his gaze to his feet. “What do you mean, Reita-sama?”
“If you hadn't been Aoi's property, he probably would have raped you or something.”
Just then, Aoi entered the room, and Reita grinned and sat up. “I guess I should leave as well. It's getting late, if I want to get laid tonight I better go out looking.”
“Good luck with the hunt.” Aoi grinned and followed Reita to the door, locking it after him and returning to the living room. “You were surprisingly well-behaved today, Uruha.”
“I tried my best. Ruki-sama is kind of intimidating, though. Is he always like that?”
“He's just trying to scare you. He wants what's best for me, and he's afraid you'll run away at the first chance you get.”
“He shouldn't worry. I'm staying.”
Aoi grinned and approached Uruha, staring at him with deep, red eyes. “Really? Even if I'm not always nice to you?” He gripped Uruha's hair, forcing his head back and licking his neck.
Uruha held back a groan, finding it hard to speak with his head bent backwards. “Yes, Master.”
Chuckling against Uruha's neck, Aoi reached between them to rub Uruha's crotch, satisfied when he found a growing bulge there. “You're already half-hard,” he pointed out, tugging harder on Uruha's hair and grinning when it made Uruha's cock twitch in his pants. He brushed his lips against Uruha's ear, hot breath ghosting over it. “What do you want, Uruha?”
“Fuck me,” Uruha groaned, feeling Aoi's smirk on his ear.
“I know that. How?”
Realising Aoi was letting Uruha decide how he wanted it, Uruha drew a sharp breath, licking his lips subconsciously. Kai's words kept spinning in his head. “I want you to tie me down and fuck me hard.”
Aoi released his hair with a low growl, pulling Uruha's shirt over his head and throwing it on the couch. “Kneel.” Uruha obeyed, waiting in suspense as he heard Aoi enter his private bedroom, only to come back with two black bondage cuffs and a short length of rope. He cupped Uruha's cheek in his hand, caressing it softly and leaning down to grab his wrist, closing one cuff around it and fastening it tightly. He did the same to the other hand, watching as Uruha clenched his hands to get used to the feeling.
Aoi pointed to a corner of the room where there was a ring screwed into the wall, right above the floor. “On your back,” he commanded, and Uruha lay down, raising his hands above his head so they were on each side of the hook. Aoi tied the cuffs to the ring with the rope, a tight knot keeping them in place, and he pulled Uruha's pants and underwear down in one swift motion.
Uruha moaned when the cold air hit his dick, and Aoi started teasing his nipples, rubbing and pinching them until Uruha mewled softly. Aoi smirked and leaned down to trace small circles on Uruha's chest with his tongue, grinding his hips against Uruha's. Aoi's trousers were rough, and the friction to his dick made Uruha moan in frustration.
Chuckling darkly and getting up to rid himself of his shirt and pants, Aoi stared down at Uruha, who was panting softly now, his skin sensitive from Aoi's touch. Finally removing his boxers, Aoi sat down on Uruha's chest, threading his fingers through Uruha's hair with a grin. “You look good like that. Hard and vulnerable, all for me.”
Aoi reached behind himself, ripping the buttplug out of Uruha's ass and tossing it aside. Uruha groaned and squirmed underneath Aoi's body. He was painfully hard, his cock still constricted by that damned ring, but Aoi made no move to remove it. In stead, he moved further up Uruha's body until his crotch was right in front of Uruha's face, pushing Uruha's head up to his dick. Uruha stuck his tongue out obediently, licking Aoi's cock from base to tip several times. He looked up at Aoi, who nodded at him and groaned softly. “Go on.”
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Uruha strained his neck and swallowed as much of Aoi's cock as he could, closing his eyes and sucking slowly. He bobbed his head and moaned around Aoi's dick, feeling strangely proud when Aoi let out a soft sigh of his own. He wanted to please Aoi, to make him moan for him and feel him let go completely, and he started bobbing faster, hollowing his cheeks and slurping loudly.
It wasn't long until Aoi started rolling his hips, one hand coming up to balance himself against the wall as he started thrusting in and out of Uruha's mouth, the other entwining itself in Uruha's locks and tugging at his hair. Driven on by the sound of Aoi panting above him, Uruha started bobbing faster, ignoring the pain in his scalp in favour of pleasuring his Master. Then suddenly he felt Aoi's hand tightening in his hair, and that was the only warning he got before Aoi came into his mouth with a groan.
Uruha savoured Aoi's taste, letting his head fall to the floor with a dull thud as he swallowed. Aoi was leaning his head against the wall, trying to calm his breathing while he got down from his post-orgasmic high. As the blood rushed back to Uruha's brain, he became painfully aware of his own throbbing cock which was practically screaming for attention now. He bucked his hips under Aoi, who chuckled breathlessly.
“So needy,” he teased, crawling off Uruha's body. He shoved two of his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them and wetting them thoroughly with saliva, and Uruha groaned at the lewd display. Aoi chuckled again and leaned down to circle one finger around Uruha's asshole, rubbing the opening and occasionally dipping the digit in. Uruha tried to push his hips up, desperate to get some kind of stimulation.
Finally Aoi pushed his finger all the way in, wriggling it around and rubbing against Uruha's insides. Uruha moaned and pulled on the ropes, and as Aoi entered another finger and started scissoring them, Uruha bit down on his arm to muffle his sounds of pleasure. Aoi was driving him crazy with need. After being denied release for so long, Uruha's balls were starting to hurt, and it didn't get any better when Aoi found his prostate and started rubbing it.
Withdrawing his fingers from Uruha's hole, Aoi hooked Uruha's legs over his shoulders, grabbing his hips and rubbing his cock along Uruha's cleft. “You said you wanted it rough?”
“Please,” Uruha gasped.
Without any other warning, Aoi plunged himself into Uruha, burying his cock to the hilt and pulling back, slamming in again almost immediately. Uruha screamed and grabbed hold of the ring above his head, holding on while Aoi did as he had promised and fucked him hard. Closing his eyes and trying to relax, Uruha bit down on his lip hard enough to almost draw blood. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Yet even as Aoi fucked him raw, pounding into him mercilessly, the pain that tingled through Uruha's body left an aftertaste of something else. With every course of pain through his body, there was an entirely different feeling following. Pleasure.
Aoi let out a low growl and lifted Uruha's hips slightly, and he knew he had gotten the right angle because Uruha's shrieks turned into drawn-out moans and his whole body shook. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Aoi gave in to his urges and bit down on Uruha's calf, greedily slurping up the blood that started spilling.
Uruha screamed when he felt Aoi's fangs sinking into his leg. He knew it hurt, he knew it should have hurt, but all Uruha felt was pleasure, and he moaned in pure abandon as Aoi continued thrusting into him ravenously. If he'd had any breath left, he probably would have begged Aoi to let him come, but he couldn't find the strength to speak. Though soon enough, Aoi reached between them to rip the cockring off him, stroking Uruha's dick in time with his thrusts.
Uruha came with a scream, coating his chest with his sperm, and Aoi threw his head back and moaned when Uruha's ass clenched around his cock. He thrust into him a few more times before he came as well, his hips stilling as he filled Uruha's ass with his come. When he regained his breath, Aoi lowered Uruha's legs to the floor, reaching to unfasten Uruha's hands. Uruha let his arms fall limp to the floor, too tired to even move.
It was only when Aoi leaned down to lick the tears from Uruha's cheeks that Uruha realized he had started crying. His throat was sore, and sobbing hurt even more, but he couldn't stop himself. Whether he was crying because he was sad or because he was happy, he wasn't really sure. For once in his life, Uruha didn't feel rejected. For the first time, he had voiced his desires and preferences and not gotten yelled at for it. Whenever he had told people what he wanted, he had been told he was selfish, or stupid, or even worse, that what he wanted was weird and abnormal. Yet Aoi hadn't done any of those things.
Aoi rolled over onto his back, wrapping his arms around Uruha, holding him close and just letting him cry. In the past, Uruha had been afraid of experimenting with what he liked and didn't like, because he had always been told that it was a bad thing to do. Now, however, he felt like it was good. Nobody could tell him that there was something wrong with him liking pain, because he had just found out that it was wonderful. Nobody could tell him that there was something wrong with wanting to be dominated, because that was what he wanted right now, and it felt great. And nobody could tell him that there was something wrong with wanting Aoi to own him, because there was something about it that just felt... right.
And as Uruha snuggled up to Aoi's chest, feeling those strong hands burying themselves in Uruha's locks, feeling blood drying on his leg and semen trickling out of his ass, the only thought that stuck in Uruha's brain was why the fuck didn't I try this before?
A/N: Feel free to tell me how much of a jerk I am~
Chapter: 3/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha, RukixKai
Genre: Supernatural, AU, romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, graphic sex, vampirism, BDSM, Domination/submission, other various kinks
Summary: One day, Uruha decided it would be a good idea to pick up a guy in a bar. Little did he know, that his choice would change his life forever...
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Comment: I will go hide in a corner... I'm sorry guys, real life has been hectic and I got a writer's block, other than that I don't really have a good excuse.
After they finished their dinner, Kai and Uruha had remained in the kitchen, cleaning up after themselves and talking about anything and everything. Kai had spent almost an entire hour just talking about himself, his interests, his life and what he liked to do when Ruki wasn't around. He had also at least twice now hinted at spending more time with Uruha, and Uruha didn't mind. He liked Kai's company more than he had thought he would, and seeing as he was a very quiet person in general, Kai's talkative nature was just perfect for him.
But when Kai decided to ask Uruha about his life, Uruha fell silent. “I don't really know. I never really thought much about my own interests for long enough to allow myself to have fun. I did what was expected of me and joined in on any activities the people around me indulged in. I joined a football club just because everyone else from class did.”
“You mean you've never once thought about what you wanted, but only done what everyone else did because it looked like it was fun?”
Kai was really good at wording the thoughts in Uruha's mind in a simple way. Uruha himself didn't even know how to begin to explain, but Kai just seemed to understand. “I guess. Well, no, there was once I did something completely reckless and egoistical just because I wanted to.”
“What was that?”
“Letting Aoi claim me.” And just like that, Kai had helped Uruha voice the thought that had been growing in his head all day. That he had never done anything for himself his entire life, except for when he decided to sneak out to a gay bar in the middle of the night, fuck a demon and let him claim Uruha as a pet.
Uruha's train of thought was interrupted by a loud 'aww' from Kai. “That is one of the most romantic things I've ever heard in my life!”
“Romantic?”
“Yes!” Kai nodded as if to illustrate his own point. “Romantic!”
“I guess it would be romantic if we loved each other.”
Kai's smile fell from his lips for a second, before coming back full force again. “Aoi wouldn't have taken you in if you weren't special, and just like I fell for Master, I'm sure one day you'll fall in love with Aoi as well. And then it'll be romantic!”
Uruha laughed at Kai's optimism. He really was cute. “Suppose so. Hey, think we should be getting back to them? I'm sure Ruki misses you horribly.”
“Master told me to spend time with you. That's basically his way of telling me to give him some privacy. And I don't know about you, but I don't really want to piss Master off. He can be quite scary when he's mad.”
Before Uruha could even stop the words from leaving his mouth, he spoke without thinking. “Is that how you got those scars on your back?” He quickly realised he might have overstepped some boundaries or social conventions, and he tried to backtrack immediately. “I'm sorry, that's none of my business, forget I asked-”
Kai shushed him before he could even continue. “He wasn't mad at me. It was a loving gesture.”
Blinking twice, Uruha tilted his head and just stared at Kai. “Oh.”
“These are from earlier today,” Kai continued, lifting the hem of his top and showing Uruha the scars that trailed along his sides as well as his back. “That's why they're still here.”
Uruha must have looked utterly confused, because when Kai spoke up again, it was with a giggle. “I guess Aoi hasn't gotten around to telling you. Demon blood has a healing effect. I know, I know, it's totally cliché.” He giggled again. “Master feeds me his blood daily, and it heals up any wounds and scars I have.”
Uruha briefly wondered how Kai would have looked if Ruki hadn't been feeding him his blood. He probably would have had so many scars you couldn't see his skin any more. Uruha considered asking Kai if he was okay, but he figured Kai must like it in some way, or he would have tried to escape. Or maybe not.
“Master's a beast in bed. Maybe even literally. Can demons be considered beasts? I mean, they're not human, but they're not animals either.” Uruha suppressed a laugh. Kai seemed to have a habit of talking so much he forgot his own point.
“Anyway, where was I? Ah yes. Master loves hurting me. And don't tell him, but I love it too. He's really hot when he's mad. How about you? Do you like pain?”
Uruha was surprised by how blunt Kai was. It seemed almost natural to him to be speaking so freely about this. Then again, it probably was. “I don't know. Like I said, I've never really stopped and thought about what I like. Besides, I was a virgin up until yesterday, I haven't exactly had a lot of time to experiment.”
“Well, stop and think about it now.”
Uruha wasn't really sure why, but hearing those words made him tear up. He turned his head, trying to hide his eyes behind his hair, wiping the wetness from them. Kai noticed, however, and he stumbled over his words trying to apologize, but Uruha shut him up with a wave of his hand. “It's not your fault. I'm just not used to people asking me what I want and what I like. The few times I tried telling my friends, no, the people who called themselves my friends, they told me I was a perverted freak and a sinner, and that it was utterly wrong to feel the way I did.”
“Because you like men?”
“No, I never dared tell anyone that. It was because I'd found out I liked bondage. Namely, being tied up.”
Kai couldn't help but giggle. “Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but if they think that's kinky, they're really naïve. Or just ignorant.”
“Yeah, I know.” Uruha managed to regain his composure, and he faced Kai again with a wide grin. “But now that I'm thinking about it, I think I would enjoy being hurt. So long as it's not too painful, I guess. Those scars of yours look like they hurt like a bitch.”
“They did, but even more so than the pain just being pleasurable, it's the feeling of being used, or controlled, or... Ah, it's hard to explain, but even if it hurts a lot, it's still good.”
“Well, I guess I won't know until I try. Hopefully I'll get the chance.”
“Being a demon's pet? Oh trust me, you will.” Kai winked naughtily, and Uruha just grinned back.
The kitchen door was kicked open, and Ruki entered with a grin. “It's time to go home, Kai,” he said, before turning to Uruha. “It was nice meeting you, Aoi's new pet. You had a pretty gentle welcoming. Maybe next time, Aoi will let me have some fun with you. Maybe I can feed from you.” Ruki licked his lips, showing off his fangs in an attempt to make Uruha uncomfortable. “Until then, enjoy the soft treatment, and praise yourself lucky Aoi's here, or I might have tasted you already. You look positively delicious.”
Aoi appeared in the door to pat Ruki's shoulder, smirking at Uruha. “Don't worry, Ruki's just trying to scare you. He wouldn't dare touch you without my permission, though.”
“If I wanted to touch him, I'd touch him. It's not like you could have stopped me.” Aoi laughed and followed Ruki out, Kai bowing to Uruha, whispering goodbye and trailing after his Master. Uruha got up and went back to the living room, only to find Reita lying on the couch, staring up at him with crimson eyes.
“Ruki was being serious, you know.”
Uruha blinked and looked at Reita, before remembering the rules and shifting his gaze to his feet. “What do you mean, Reita-sama?”
“If you hadn't been Aoi's property, he probably would have raped you or something.”
Just then, Aoi entered the room, and Reita grinned and sat up. “I guess I should leave as well. It's getting late, if I want to get laid tonight I better go out looking.”
“Good luck with the hunt.” Aoi grinned and followed Reita to the door, locking it after him and returning to the living room. “You were surprisingly well-behaved today, Uruha.”
“I tried my best. Ruki-sama is kind of intimidating, though. Is he always like that?”
“He's just trying to scare you. He wants what's best for me, and he's afraid you'll run away at the first chance you get.”
“He shouldn't worry. I'm staying.”
Aoi grinned and approached Uruha, staring at him with deep, red eyes. “Really? Even if I'm not always nice to you?” He gripped Uruha's hair, forcing his head back and licking his neck.
Uruha held back a groan, finding it hard to speak with his head bent backwards. “Yes, Master.”
Chuckling against Uruha's neck, Aoi reached between them to rub Uruha's crotch, satisfied when he found a growing bulge there. “You're already half-hard,” he pointed out, tugging harder on Uruha's hair and grinning when it made Uruha's cock twitch in his pants. He brushed his lips against Uruha's ear, hot breath ghosting over it. “What do you want, Uruha?”
“Fuck me,” Uruha groaned, feeling Aoi's smirk on his ear.
“I know that. How?”
Realising Aoi was letting Uruha decide how he wanted it, Uruha drew a sharp breath, licking his lips subconsciously. Kai's words kept spinning in his head. “I want you to tie me down and fuck me hard.”
Aoi released his hair with a low growl, pulling Uruha's shirt over his head and throwing it on the couch. “Kneel.” Uruha obeyed, waiting in suspense as he heard Aoi enter his private bedroom, only to come back with two black bondage cuffs and a short length of rope. He cupped Uruha's cheek in his hand, caressing it softly and leaning down to grab his wrist, closing one cuff around it and fastening it tightly. He did the same to the other hand, watching as Uruha clenched his hands to get used to the feeling.
Aoi pointed to a corner of the room where there was a ring screwed into the wall, right above the floor. “On your back,” he commanded, and Uruha lay down, raising his hands above his head so they were on each side of the hook. Aoi tied the cuffs to the ring with the rope, a tight knot keeping them in place, and he pulled Uruha's pants and underwear down in one swift motion.
Uruha moaned when the cold air hit his dick, and Aoi started teasing his nipples, rubbing and pinching them until Uruha mewled softly. Aoi smirked and leaned down to trace small circles on Uruha's chest with his tongue, grinding his hips against Uruha's. Aoi's trousers were rough, and the friction to his dick made Uruha moan in frustration.
Chuckling darkly and getting up to rid himself of his shirt and pants, Aoi stared down at Uruha, who was panting softly now, his skin sensitive from Aoi's touch. Finally removing his boxers, Aoi sat down on Uruha's chest, threading his fingers through Uruha's hair with a grin. “You look good like that. Hard and vulnerable, all for me.”
Aoi reached behind himself, ripping the buttplug out of Uruha's ass and tossing it aside. Uruha groaned and squirmed underneath Aoi's body. He was painfully hard, his cock still constricted by that damned ring, but Aoi made no move to remove it. In stead, he moved further up Uruha's body until his crotch was right in front of Uruha's face, pushing Uruha's head up to his dick. Uruha stuck his tongue out obediently, licking Aoi's cock from base to tip several times. He looked up at Aoi, who nodded at him and groaned softly. “Go on.”
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Uruha strained his neck and swallowed as much of Aoi's cock as he could, closing his eyes and sucking slowly. He bobbed his head and moaned around Aoi's dick, feeling strangely proud when Aoi let out a soft sigh of his own. He wanted to please Aoi, to make him moan for him and feel him let go completely, and he started bobbing faster, hollowing his cheeks and slurping loudly.
It wasn't long until Aoi started rolling his hips, one hand coming up to balance himself against the wall as he started thrusting in and out of Uruha's mouth, the other entwining itself in Uruha's locks and tugging at his hair. Driven on by the sound of Aoi panting above him, Uruha started bobbing faster, ignoring the pain in his scalp in favour of pleasuring his Master. Then suddenly he felt Aoi's hand tightening in his hair, and that was the only warning he got before Aoi came into his mouth with a groan.
Uruha savoured Aoi's taste, letting his head fall to the floor with a dull thud as he swallowed. Aoi was leaning his head against the wall, trying to calm his breathing while he got down from his post-orgasmic high. As the blood rushed back to Uruha's brain, he became painfully aware of his own throbbing cock which was practically screaming for attention now. He bucked his hips under Aoi, who chuckled breathlessly.
“So needy,” he teased, crawling off Uruha's body. He shoved two of his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them and wetting them thoroughly with saliva, and Uruha groaned at the lewd display. Aoi chuckled again and leaned down to circle one finger around Uruha's asshole, rubbing the opening and occasionally dipping the digit in. Uruha tried to push his hips up, desperate to get some kind of stimulation.
Finally Aoi pushed his finger all the way in, wriggling it around and rubbing against Uruha's insides. Uruha moaned and pulled on the ropes, and as Aoi entered another finger and started scissoring them, Uruha bit down on his arm to muffle his sounds of pleasure. Aoi was driving him crazy with need. After being denied release for so long, Uruha's balls were starting to hurt, and it didn't get any better when Aoi found his prostate and started rubbing it.
Withdrawing his fingers from Uruha's hole, Aoi hooked Uruha's legs over his shoulders, grabbing his hips and rubbing his cock along Uruha's cleft. “You said you wanted it rough?”
“Please,” Uruha gasped.
Without any other warning, Aoi plunged himself into Uruha, burying his cock to the hilt and pulling back, slamming in again almost immediately. Uruha screamed and grabbed hold of the ring above his head, holding on while Aoi did as he had promised and fucked him hard. Closing his eyes and trying to relax, Uruha bit down on his lip hard enough to almost draw blood. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Yet even as Aoi fucked him raw, pounding into him mercilessly, the pain that tingled through Uruha's body left an aftertaste of something else. With every course of pain through his body, there was an entirely different feeling following. Pleasure.
Aoi let out a low growl and lifted Uruha's hips slightly, and he knew he had gotten the right angle because Uruha's shrieks turned into drawn-out moans and his whole body shook. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Aoi gave in to his urges and bit down on Uruha's calf, greedily slurping up the blood that started spilling.
Uruha screamed when he felt Aoi's fangs sinking into his leg. He knew it hurt, he knew it should have hurt, but all Uruha felt was pleasure, and he moaned in pure abandon as Aoi continued thrusting into him ravenously. If he'd had any breath left, he probably would have begged Aoi to let him come, but he couldn't find the strength to speak. Though soon enough, Aoi reached between them to rip the cockring off him, stroking Uruha's dick in time with his thrusts.
Uruha came with a scream, coating his chest with his sperm, and Aoi threw his head back and moaned when Uruha's ass clenched around his cock. He thrust into him a few more times before he came as well, his hips stilling as he filled Uruha's ass with his come. When he regained his breath, Aoi lowered Uruha's legs to the floor, reaching to unfasten Uruha's hands. Uruha let his arms fall limp to the floor, too tired to even move.
It was only when Aoi leaned down to lick the tears from Uruha's cheeks that Uruha realized he had started crying. His throat was sore, and sobbing hurt even more, but he couldn't stop himself. Whether he was crying because he was sad or because he was happy, he wasn't really sure. For once in his life, Uruha didn't feel rejected. For the first time, he had voiced his desires and preferences and not gotten yelled at for it. Whenever he had told people what he wanted, he had been told he was selfish, or stupid, or even worse, that what he wanted was weird and abnormal. Yet Aoi hadn't done any of those things.
Aoi rolled over onto his back, wrapping his arms around Uruha, holding him close and just letting him cry. In the past, Uruha had been afraid of experimenting with what he liked and didn't like, because he had always been told that it was a bad thing to do. Now, however, he felt like it was good. Nobody could tell him that there was something wrong with him liking pain, because he had just found out that it was wonderful. Nobody could tell him that there was something wrong with wanting to be dominated, because that was what he wanted right now, and it felt great. And nobody could tell him that there was something wrong with wanting Aoi to own him, because there was something about it that just felt... right.
And as Uruha snuggled up to Aoi's chest, feeling those strong hands burying themselves in Uruha's locks, feeling blood drying on his leg and semen trickling out of his ass, the only thought that stuck in Uruha's brain was why the fuck didn't I try this before?
A/N: Feel free to tell me how much of a jerk I am~