Depravity

The next day, work was anything BUT normal. Hiro and Suguru smiled and flirted with each other incessantly! Whenever they thought no one was looking, they’d sneak a touch or kiss. Neither of them could stop thinking of the past 24 hours; what they both hoped was the first of many such times to come.

Last night, they’d made love twice more before collapsing in utter exhaustion; and before leaving for Suguru’s home the next afternoon, they’d made love another two times. Once they got to the keyboardist’s house, they’d indulged in each other’s bodies one last time before heading in to work.

Just as before, Suguru surprised the guitarist. Never in a million years had Hiro imagined his boyfriend would be so loud. He kept waiting for his neighbors to bang on the door or walls and demand silence. The second surprise was Suguru’s language. The keyboardist had an amazing vocabulary, and no qualms about using it.

Suguru, of course, did this on purpose. He figured that Hiro must have a thing for dirty talk based on their first time together, so he tried it the second time without any prompting. If the first time could be considered a success, the second time won the gold ring. He encouraged Hiro’s attentions with explicit instructions. Hiro was more than happy to comply.

The third surprise was the most mind-blowing of them all. Hiro’s only real experience with gay sex came from Shuichi’s descriptions of his lovemaking with Yuki. He learned quickly that while many gay couples might be like those two, not all were.

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The two of them walked into Hiro’s bedroom, still damp from their shower, and fell to the bed in a tangle of limbs, laughing and kissing. Their first night and morning together had been amazing, and although Suguru was sore from having Hiro in him three times so far, he was ready to go another round before they left for his house.

With all the naturalness of someone that had done this a million times before, Suguru pushed Hiro off him and rolled over to straddled his hips. Hiro loved how aggressive Suguru was being, and rolled his hips up into him. Suguru nipped at Hiro’s neck and chin drawing pleasure-filled mewls from him. He worked his way down Hiro’s arms to his hands, and drew each finger into his mouth for a few moments, twirling his tongue round it while sucking on him. Hiro moaned as Suguru’s hot tongue slipped down between each finger, licking the sensitive skin.

The keyboardist then moved his mouth down Hiro’s body, stopping to pay attention to each nipple, to lavish his attentions on the hard cock beneath him. Hiro grasped at the sheets and spread his legs further apart, opening himself for more play and attention. Suguru took this as an invitation and ran his tongue down Hiro’s shaft to his sac, bathing it in hot wetness. Without ever removing his tongue, he continued on his downward path.

Opening Hiro up further with his hands, Suguru’s tongue swiped over his lover’s entrance, causing Hiro to jump and yelp in surprise. He had not been expecting that, and lost his breath with the sensation as it assaulted him. Before he had time to recover, Suguru did it again, and again, before thrusting his tongue past the tight muscle.

Hiro had no control over his body’s reactions. He realized he was panting hard while thrusting his hips down onto Suguru’s velvet tongue, silently demanding more. He tried to stop himself; HE was the seme, right? Apparently he was wrong this time. Suguru reached up and slipped a finger into Hiro’s mouth, and then slid the saliva-coated digit past the guitarist’s most intimate entrance, stroking his insides and driving him into a spiral of endless pleasure.

One finger became two, two became three, and Hiro was struggling to keep his composure through the stroking of his prostate. He’d never felt anything more intimate than this! If this was what it meant to be uke, to feel such amazing pleasure and have your lover respond to your every need, then maybe he was wrong. Maybe he wasn’t the seme, or maybe it was a position they could share.

Suguru fished out the bottle of lube tangled in the sheets from the last time they made love. Coating his fingers, he continued stroking and scissoring inside Hiro’s body, making sure his passage was ready. Hiro was beyond coherent speech or thought. The feelings emanating from his body moved through him like a spiral and he found himself completely lost in the sensations.

The keyboardist slowly climbed up his lover’s body, nipping and licking at the flushed skin below him. His fingers continued sliding in and out of that tight sheath; the feeling of Hiro tensing and releasing around him was almost maddening.

He knelt between Hiro’s spread legs and withdrew his fingers, wiping the lube off on the sheets. He hooked Hiro’s right leg over his own shoulder, and his left leg around his waist. Grabbing the lube one last time, he coated his own erection before placing the head against the ring of pink muscle.

Hiro felt Suguru push against him and forced his body to relax. He couldn’t wait another moment to be filled, and when the head of Suguru’s cock slipped inside, he arched his back off the bed and fisted at the sheets.

There was no pain, only a sense of pressure and fullness that kept growing and growing. He felt Suguru’s hands slide under him to cup his ass as his lover was buried to the hilt. Hiro finally understood. There was no one way that was better than the other. It was just different, but no less wonderful for that. Being uke or being seme had absolutely nothing to do with dominance or submission, at least not in this relationship. They’d each willingly shared their own body with the other.

Suguru held still, waiting for Hiro to relax enough. They breathed heavy and deep, and the guitarist began to crave more.

“Baby, please!” he cried in desperation. Suguru understood and withdrew his cock the smallest amount. That fraction of an inch was then slammed back inside. He repeated this action over and over, relentlessly teasing Hiro.

There was nothing more beautiful in this world than Hiro was to Suguru at that exact moment. The guitarist’s hair was splayed out around his head, damp tendrils clinging to his face and neck. Hiro’s eyes were shining and locked on his own, and his body was flushed and heaving under the strain.

Hiro pulled Suguru closer using the legs wrapped around him. He shifted them and urged Suguru to move faster and thrust deeper. Suguru got the message and gave Hiro what he wanted. Hiro strained to raise his hips to meet every thrust, and soon they were both panting and loudly crying out each other’s names.

Suguru reached between their bodies to stroke Hiro counterpoint to his thrusts, bringing on the guitarist’s release almost immediately. He held onto Hiro’s cock and shivered as he felt it throb in his hand, running his thumb over the slit as the hot liquid poured out.

Hiro was seeing stars as his orgasm washed over and through him. It was so good, so amazing, and he felt himself slipping unconscious from the overload. Before he totally blacked out, he felt Suguru thrust into him a few more times before a warm rush moved through his body. Suguru was cumming inside of him, marking him the same way he had marked Suguru earlier. He wanted to look; he wanted to see his lover’s face moving in ecstasy. But the pull of darkness was too much, and Hiro slipped into it blissfully.

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“Yuki?”

Shuichi stood in the doorway to his lover’s office and awaited his reply. His only answer was the clicking of the keyboard as Eiri ignored him and continued to type.

‘Yuuuukiiii???”

Eiri knew that tone of voice. Shuichi wanted something. That, coupled with the fact that his koibito was calling him Yuki instead of Eiri made him cringe. Shuichi only called him Yuki when he wanted something and was unsure of how to ask for it. That normally meant the request would piss the novelist off.

“Damnit Yuki, answer me!”

“WHAT! What do you want?! Can’t you see that I’m working?!” Shuichi searched for the kindness in Eiri’s voice, for some indication that the novelist wasn’t really annoyed. He flinched physically when he realized there was nothing there but anger an annoyance. The bastard was back.

“Um, I wanted to know something,” he said as he ran his toe along the wood grain in the floor. When Eiri didn’t respond, he decided to blurt it out. “What was my reward supposed to be for getting 30 points?”

‘Ahhh,’ Yuki thought. ‘So that’s what this is all about.’ He’d been waiting for Shuichi to bring up the promised reward since they’d finished scening Sunday night.

“You know damn well gakki, that I have absolutely no intention of telling you what it was. You didn’t earn it. Period. Now leave me alone so I can work.” Eiri went back to typing and pointedly ignored the pink-haired baka still hovering in the room.

“But YUUUKIIII!! Please tell me!” Now the brat was really starting to piss him off. Shuichi knew the rules of the game. Their scening was over, and he would have to wait for the next time they scened to try for 30 points again.

Eiri turned around and was about to scream at Shuichi when he saw the look in his boy’s eyes. They were clouded over again, like they were when Shuichi was in the throws of sub-drop. Eiri knew he had to handle this with more care than normal; the wrong thing said now could cause Shuichi to go into a depression. The last thing he needed was a depressed Shuichi in the house.

He took a deep breath and began. “I am not going to tell you what the reward is. It’s still there for you. All you have to do is earn the 30 points, and it’s yours. I don’t want you to think that I’m disappointed in you. I’m not. I set a goal for you to achieve. If you’d been able to reach it on your first try, that would mean I wasn’t challenging you enough. The next time, you’ll work harder. Eventually, when you have earned it, you’ll reach 30 points and I’ll give you your reward.

“I will tell you this much. It will be worth all the pain and suffering. You can trust me on that.”

“Eiri, I trust you on everything, don’t you know that?” The normal brilliance in Shuichi’s eyes returned, and Eiri knew he no longer needed to worry.

The novelist smiled at the admission and Shuichi swooned. It was such a beautiful smile, and Shuichi wanted to stare at it for hours, memorizing every bit of his lover’s perfect face.

“You trust me? Good.” Eiri stood up and started walking towards the singer. He put his hands on Shuichi’s shoulders, kissed him sweetly on the lips, turned him around, walked him into the hall and slammed the office door so hard it shook. From behind the door, Shuichi heard Eiri yell out, “Then trust me when I tell you that if you don’t leave me alone and let me work, I’ll make sure that you NEVER reach 30 points!”

Shuichi stood and started at the closed door for a few moments before yelling out, “MEANIE!” and walking away. Fine. If that’s the way Eiri wanted to be, then he’d just have to find something to entertain himself with. He pulled out his Playstation 2 and sat down to battle against Sin in the Final Fantasy world of Spira. Maturity was a wonderful thing, and they had both grown out of some annoying habits over the years they’d been together. Thankfully, Shuichi was at a point where he understood that not all fights ended in breaking up. He was secure in their relationship enough to give Eiri the space he needed. Sometimes.

Eiri, on the other hand, was having a more difficult time in his office. Talking about the point game they played brought back memories, and he was fighting down an erection. He had no time for this – his deadline was only a few days away, and Eiri didn’t want Shuichi sleeping alone while he was forced to pull all-nighters. His sub-drop didn’t have a strong hold on him anymore, but there were still signs of it present. Until all signs disappeared, he’d make sure to sleep with the boy in his arms every night.

Now, what to do about that hard-on. Reminiscing about their weekend wasn’t helping!

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Shuichi and Eiri reentered the living room after they finished shaving him, ready to pull another game from the box. Shuichi was excited! So far the games had been fun, and he anticipated what would come next.

Once the training collar was placed back on his neck, Eiri motioned for his sub to pull another slip of paper from the white box. After it was handed to him, Eiri read it aloud:

“The submissive must be a human sex doll, must remain completely passive, and must not make a noise. Any sound will result in punishment and no points, successful completion will earn 3 points.”

Eiri licked his lips and smiled. He had been waiting for this one to come up and couldn’t wait to begin. Repeating the instructions and adding that Shuichi was to try not to cum unless instructed to do so, Eiri grabbed him and pushed him onto the carpet face down.

Shuichi let his body go completely limp. He lay with his eyes open staring off at a corner of the room waiting for Eiri to begin. He heard the rustle of clothes and caught sight of Eiri’s shirt and boots being placed in a neatly folded pile on a chair. He willed his breathing to slow down – something told him this would be a mind-blowing experience and he didn’t want to get over-excited.

Eiri knelt next to his doll and reached out to cup the perfect globes of his ass. He kneaded them, none to gently, pulling them apart to expose the pink entrance hidden away from view. Taking a slim vibrator from their box of toys and slicking it with lube, he slipped it inside resting it against Shuichi’s prostate, hearing his boy’s breath hitch with the intrusion.

Eiri then spread Shuichi’s legs apart, bending them at the knees until he was splayed out on the floor. Standing over him for a moment, he drank in the sight below. Shuichi’s legs were each bent at almost 90-degree angles and his arms were thrown haphazardly out in front of him. His body swelled and relaxed with each breath, but other than that he was completely still. Shuichi was magnificent and Eiri salivated at the gift he found in his lover. His desire to please Eiri in all ways, not just when they were scening, brought more pleasure to the novelist’s life than he ever though possible. He never imagined another person could love him and trust him to this point.

Kneeling between his legs, he reached out and stroked Shuichi’s perineum, his feather like touches sending shockwaves of pleasure through both their bodies.

Eiri roughly grabbed at his toy’s body and pulled Shuichi into his lap. His legs were draped over Eiri’s legs, and his face was pressed hard into the carpet. Without warning, Eiri turned on the vibrator and let the low waves run over Shuichi’s prostate. He could feel Shuichi’s body resist responding. So far, he was doing beautifully. Shuichi’s muscles tensed in pleasurable anxiety as Eiri began to slide the vibrator in and out of him.

Shuichi struggled to keep himself still. With every movement, his cock rubbed on Eiri’s leather clad thighs, and the sensations were becoming overwhelming. The vibrator was suddenly removed and he was pulled further into Eiri’s lap.

Eiri reached down and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock free and placed the length between the globes of Shuichi’s ass. Without penetrating his toy, he began humping against Shuichi, pushing his cock deep into the silken crevice while holding Shuichi’s cheeks tight together. He brought the tube of lube above them and drizzled a stream of it onto the shaft of his cock, his movements in turn rubbing it into both Shuichi’s and his bodies.

Shuichi forced himself to relax. His muscled had tensed under the incredible strain, and he was beginning to feel pain mixing with the pleasure. Breathing deeply and silently counting to ten, he felt his body began to unwind. Eiri felt the change and inwardly smiled. Shuichi was learning how to have control over his body, rather than allow his body to have control over him. He thrust against his toy for a few more moments before pulling away and turning Shuichi onto his back.

Shuichi watched as his Master crawled up his body until his groin was directly over Shuichi’s head. Eiri reached down and opened his toy’s mouth. His Master Bracelet and Rings felt cold against Shuichi’s skin, the chains dipping down to tickle him slightly. Eiri slipped his cock down and closed Shuichi’s mouth around it, and then moved into a new position. With his cock still inside Shuichi’s throat, he leaned forward until his hands and arms were supporting his weight along with his legs. Fucking Shuichi’s mouth while on his hands and knees was immensely erotic, and he set a rough pace for his toy to handle.

Shuichi lay as still as possible as his Master’s cock slid in and out of his mouth. He fashioned a seal with his mouth and allowed the suction to form on it’s own. Even though he couldn’t use his tongue, the natural vacuum that was created gave intense pleasure to his Dom, occasionally forcing his teeth to gently scrape along the shaft. He listened as Eiri moaned in purely sexual delight, his hips thrusting harder and faster into him. His own cock was throbbing and moving involuntary of his control, dripping beads of pre-cum on his stomach.

Eiri suddenly straightened up and pulled his cock from Shuichi’s lips. He moved down Shuichi’s body until their cock’s were level with each other. Leaning down, he drew his doll into a deep kiss. Tickling the roof of his mouth, stroking his teeth and curling around his tongue, Eiri drank in Shuichi’s taste. The boy tasted like a rich wine, a medley of flavors that combined to become something purely Shuichi.

Eiri’s hips came down on him fast and hard. They were both still slicked, and their erections slid and moved against each other with ease. Shuichi wanted to cry out. He wanted to scream and thrust his body up into his Master’s. Only his sheer force of will stopped him – he knew that if he gave in, the scene would end and he’d be punished. Eiri ground into him harder and faster, making him see stars, and there seemed to be no relief in sight.

The novelist was enjoying every moment of this. Shuichi’s face twisted in painful pleasure, struggling to keep his body still and his mouth closed to all sounds. It was bliss incarnate! He started to laugh despite himself. This was so hot, so fucking amazing, and he was approaching his orgasm too fast. It took every bit of strength he had to pull away and stand up. Shuichi lay still on the floor, making no movement other than the breath filling his chest. His body was red with excitement and exertion, and his skin shone with sweat.

Eiri grabbed a bottle of water and downed it in one long draught. Turning his back to Shuichi, he peeled off his leather pants completely, leaving him wearing only his Master Bracelet and Rings.

From the toy box was pulled another tool, this one unfamiliar to Shuichi. It looked like a large-tipped black magic marker. He’d been fucked with non-sexual objects in the past; perhaps that was the fate of the pen.

Eiri knelt down before his Sub once more and rolled him over onto his stomach. Shuichi heard the cap pop off the pen, and suddenly felt the cold tip drag along his skin.

Shuichi’s body became Eiri’s tableau rosa. Starting from the right and moving left, he drew the kanji symbols on pink unblemished skin.

The first symbol said ‘slut,’ and was placed between his shoulder blades. The second symbol was drawn on the back of his left upper leg, and said ‘fuck toy.’

Shuichi was turned over and another symbol was inscribed on his body. This one was placed down his stomach ending right above the base of his cock. It said ‘whore.’ The next symbol was written down the inside of his left arm and said ‘fuck me.’

Eiri moved down to Shuichi’s legs and wrote ‘slave’ down his right leg three times. Moving back up his boy’s body, he wrote ‘MINE’ across his chest.

It was time to inscribe the final symbols on Shuichi’s body. He lifted his sub’s right leg high into the air, exposing the crease in his groin below his balls. Placing pen to skin, he wrote Eiri Yuki, and then moved back to admire his work.

“If I could publish you, I would. You just may well be my greatest masterpiece.” Shuichi had no idea what was written on him, but his Master’s words made his heart swell with pride and love. There was never any doubt in his mind that he would do anything for this man, and moments like this renewed those feelings of absolute devotion.

The novelist was at the end of his restraint. He needed to be inside his boy’s body, riding out the waves of pleasure while he fucked him. He stood over Shuichi’s body and studied every inch of the exposed flesh. His hand moved down to grasp his own cock, stroking it slowly and methodically. Shuichi’s eyes followed the movements of his Dom’s hand and he wished he could be the one providing said pleasure.

Shuichi was turned over onto his stomach one last time and Eiri knelt down on top of him. He straddled the singer’s left leg and lifted and bent the right leg up into the air, twisting the body beneath him. The bottom half of Shuichi’s body laid on its left side, while his top half was still face down on the floor. Eiri inched forward until his cock pressed against the exposed opening, and with a forceful thrust, buried himself deep inside the warm sheath. Bringing Shuichi’s calf up to his face, he began licking and fucking him in matched rhythms.

Shuichi was almost incoherent. He continued to fight his urges to move and scream, forcing his hands to relax and unclench as he was thoroughly fucked. Eiri’s grunts and moans of passion built up, getting louder and louder with every passing moment. He looked down and focused on the joining of their bodies, continuing to suck and gnaw on Shuichi’s sweet leg. He was so close, almost there.

One hand strayed down to grasp Shuichi’s cock and stroke it agonizingly slow. Shuichi found himself gasping for air. The feelings assaulting him from everywhere became overwhelming, and with a silent scream, he came.

When Eiri felt the hot sticky liquid coat his hand, it pushed him over the edge. With a primal howl, he emptied himself into his sex doll’s body, feeling the tight tunnel convulse around him. When the last of his seed was pumped from his body, he collapsed behind Shuichi and pulled his boy tight against his chest. Shuichi felt himself melt into the embrace.

“That was amazing. Gods Shuichi, I’m so proud of you. You earned those points. The scene is over, you can relax now.” Immediately, Shuichi was overcome with sobs and tears. His body shook and he gulped in the air.

Eiri turned him around quickly, fearing Shuichi was back in sub-drop. He realized immediately and with great relief that this was not the case. Shuichi was just experiencing an extreme emotional release. Not sub-drop this time, but subspace. It was almost like achieving nirvana for a submissive. Total submersion into a scene, a wanton display of sexuality and meditative relaxation that left him floating in sexual oblivion. He’d obviously been experiencing subspace during the scene, and was now happily suffering the aftermath. It was like a high without end or comparison.

Behind the tears, his eyes shone with happiness and love, and his mouth was curled in a smile despite his powerful cries. He clutched at Eiri and drew himself as close to his lover as physically possible. To help, Eiri rolled over onto his back and pulled Shuichi on top of him. The singer allowed himself to be held and stroked as the wonderful emotions continued to wrack through his system.

Eiri permitted this to continue for another few minutes before pulling them both to their feet. He swept Shuichi into his arms and carried him to the bathroom.

“That’s enough for now. You and I both need a break. Let’s get into a bath.” Eiri normally reserved aftercare for the end of the day, but Shuichi’s extreme emotional response required that Eiri administer it to him immediately. His sub needed to be led back to reality and away from the world of scening before they could play another game.

This wasn’t the first time that Shuichi had experienced subspace. He strove for it with every scene, and treasured the memories of each time he achieved that most precious of mental states. When he was set down in front of the mirror to read Eiri’s handiwork, he felt the pride and love return a thousand fold as he read the symbol ‘MINE’ written across his chest. Eiri let him explore his body slowly, reading all the symbols inked onto him. When he was finished, Shuichi ran to Eiri and threw himself into his lover’s arms.

“You once asked me why I wanted to scene with you,” he said between sobs. “Not just the pony play, but everything. THIS is why. This mixture of euphoria and love that are totally overwhelming me now. YOU do this to me. I love you so much Eiri.” Shuichi smiled with his entire body as he spoke.

Eiri’s only verbal response was to say, “I love you too, Shu-chan.” He backed up the words by sharing a toe-curling kiss with his lover, before moving to the tub to draw them a hot and steamy bath.

Shuichi sat down on the edge of the tiles and let himself soar.


TBC……


A/N: :::crickets chirping::: Ok, well not really, at least not in the dead of winter, but you get the idea. I feel a little drained after finishing this chapter. It took me longer to write than any of the chapters that came before. I really hope you enjoyed it, and I apologize for how long it took me to finish it!!

To my reviewers and the people that have been emailing me: I love you all!!! Seriously! … … I really am drained, sorry. Where was I? My reviewers! The emails from people are really pouring in! I’m so glad that I’ve opened a new world to a few readers. I never imagined that would happen when I started this. It was for my own pleasure really. I’d been imagining Eiri and Shuichi scening for a few months, and finally felt it was time to type it all out. I hope you continue to enjoy reading it as much as I’m continuing to enjoy writing it!!

Next Chapter: AFTERCARE! YIPPEE!!! And more, lots LOTS more! Eiri and Shuichi are going to explore pain a little deeper (nothing too intense, in fact, its something anyone can incorporate into their loving making. Trust me!) Hiro and Suguru will continue to fall in love.

See you in a few days!!!

~ffpanda