Depravity

They had worked eight straight days and everyone was exhausted. K called all three of the boys that night to let them know they had the next two days (Tuesday and Wednesday) off. Hiro hung up the phone and walked to his bedroom. It was still pretty early, so chances were that Suguru was still at his parent’s house. Shuichi had left less than an hour earlier, and would probably come home to find K’s message on his answering machine.

Hiro sat back on his bed and turned on the TV, hoping to find something to pass the time. He couldn’t help but mentally chide himself. He was sitting there like a lovesick teenager hoping the phone would ring. When it finally did about 30 minutes later, he jumped out of his skin. He’d been staring at the TV but not seeing anything that was on. Quickly turning it off, he checked the caller ID and picked up the line.

“Moshi moshi, Suguru.”

“Hey Hiro, miss me?”

The guitarist couldn’t help but laugh. They’d only been together for time that could be counted in hours, and they both were perfectly comfortable in their new roles. There was none of the fresh relationship awkwardness that Hiro was used to in the past.

“Course I did. Still missing you. Did you get K’s message?” Hiro lay back on the bed and got comfortable.

Suguru had barely walked into his home before grabbing the phone to call Hiro. He was still putting away the leftovers from dinner with his parents, supporting the phone with is head and shoulder. “No, not yet. What’s up? Did Shindo-San blow up the building again?”

“No, nothing like that. We have the next two days off. Wanna do something?” Hiro’s mind whirled with the possibilities, most of them romantic bordering on dirty.

Over the clanking of dishes, the keyboardist answered, “Sure! I’d love to spend the next couple of days with you. I have so much food here now from my parent’s, why don’t you come over here?”

Now, Hiro had a beautiful body. He worked out and kept himself in perfect shape. But one of several ways to his heart was to offer homemade food, and his boyfriend’s parents had a reputation for being excellent cooks. “Great! I can’t wait to see you then.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting up for you. You’ll be here in about an hour?”

Hiro was tongue tied for a moment. He wasn’t planning on heading over tonight, rather tomorrow, but there was no way he’d turn down such an invitation.

“An hour sounds about right. See you then!”

Suguru stood in the middle of his room looking to see what needed to be cleaned. “Don’t forget to bring a change of clothes.”

They boys said goodbye and Hiro immediately began getting ready to head out. The nervousness that had eluded him earlier now hit him full force. He wanted to tell Suguru about his interest in some of the darker aspects of sex, but had no idea how the 19-year-old would respond. This wasn’t something you just sprang on a person, and he was afraid it would mess up their budding relationship.

Shuichi told him to be honest with Suguru from the start. He told Hiro to sit down with his boyfriend and tell him about his kinks, and ask Suguru if he had any kinks in return. In theory it wasn’t a bad idea. But Hiro was a private person. In all the years he’d been in Bad Luck, he’d never once told anyone that he was Bi. Only Shuichi ever knew.

When Hiro asked Shuichi how he and Eiri started scening, Shuichi told him the story.

They had been having sex one afternoon. Eiri was being exceptionally domineering, demanding Shuichi say and do certain things. Shuichi put on his most submissive face and purred, “Yes Master.” Eiri stiffened for a moment, holding his breath, and then came.

Shuichi was always very observant during sex. He put Eiri’s pleasure before his own, and therefore instantly realized he’d caught his lover by the short hairs just by uttering those two words. Over the next few months, Shuichi occasionally became extremely submissive during their lovemaking, whispering fantasies in Eiri’s ear as they fucked.

Fantasies like, “I’ve been bad – wanna spank me?” and “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be fucked while wearing a blindfold, never knowing where the next touch will land, being completely at your mercy.”

Every time he did this, he’d practically snap the control in Eiri in two.

Shuichi wandered into a sex shop one day while out and saw the tail on display. The long blonde locks of hair were beautiful, and he couldn’t help but wonder how Eiri would react if he came home to find him wearing it one day. On an impulse, he purchased his first tail along with a tube of lubrication, and ran home to try it out.

That night when Eiri walked in, he found Shuichi on the floor on his hands and knees, tail swishing between his legs, and ended up with an instant erection. After fawning over Shuichi for a few minutes, making him crawl and then prance around the room, he proceeded to take him almost brutally. Shuichi was so sore the next day he called in sick to work.

It all just flowed naturally from there. Eiri explained that they had enacted a small scene together, giving Shuichi his first official lesson in the lifestyle. The singer had found the whole experience arousing, and agreed to try a more structured scene next. They’d been doing it ever since.

The fact that Yuki didn’t tell Shuichi about his attraction to BDSM did nothing to settle Hiro’s nerves. Yuki had left it up to Shuichi to figure it out on his own, and maybe that’s what he’d do as well. In the meantime, he’d continue to listen to his best friends stories and live through Shuichi and Yuki. It was better than nothing!

Hiro grabbed his overnight bag and keys and headed out to meet up with his lover.

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Shuichi made his way home quickly, even though he knew tonight was the night before Eiri’s deadline. That meant the novelist would be extra grumpy, extra stressed and in no mood to deal with his genki lover.

He expected to open the door to a dark room, the only light pooling from under the office door. What he didn’t expect was to see Eiri sitting on the couch watching TV and smoking a cigarette.

“Well, are you going to come in or are you planning on standing there all night staring at me?”

Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Shuichi slammed the door behind him and threw himself into the novelist’s arms. “I thought you had a deadline tomorrow?”

Eiri looked at this small body wrapped around him, securely planted in his lap. He leaned forward and stubbed out the cigarette before answering, “I do. I’m finished. Thought we could talk.”

Shuichi leaned in and stole a kiss. Eiri tasted like smoke and strawberries with cream – he must have been indulging in his favorite dessert again. “Whatcha wanna talk about?”

“I was thinking that maybe it was time for us to make another trip to Depravity. It’s been a few months. What do you think?” Eiri watched as the knowledge of what he was proposing settled into Shuichi. The singer’s eyes went wide with excitement, and before he could begin bouncing up and down on Eiri’s lap, he was grabbed tightly and held still.

“When are we going?!” Shuichi demanded of the older man. His smile was contagious, but Eiri refused to let it infect him.

He leaned into the younger man’s body and trailed kisses along his jaw. “I made reservations for us for us in three weeks. I’ll call Tohma and make sure you have the days off. Do you want to try the dressage contests then or wait until the next time we go?”

Shuichi mulled over this for a moment. “Um, let me think about it, okay?” He mimicked Eiri’s earlier actions, peppering the novelist’s chin and neck with gentle pecks.

Eiri agreed and began kneading the tight muscles of Shuichi’s ass, squeezing and rubbing them suggestively. Talking about Depravity brought up memories of how they spent that Sunday two weeks ago.

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They woke up early Sunday morning, having collapsed into bed in heaps of exhaustion relatively early the night before. They dressed, Shuichi in shorts and a half shirt, Eiri in black leather pants and a green silk shirt. After enjoying a simple breakfast of fruit, eggs and coffee, the training collar was placed back on Shuichi and they began the games once again.

Shuichi was in slight pain at this point. His back was sore and he didn’t know how much more he could take. But, this was always part of their scening. He would be pushed to his absolute limit, and then spend a few days waddling around. At least he knew that Eiri would attend to him with lower back massages and antibiotic/pain relief cream if he needed it. It was pretty much a given that he’d need both tonight.

Opening the white box, Shuichi pulled out a slip with instructions for the next game:

“The Dominant will devise a scene for the sub which will take place in public. 4 points”

Shuichi facedropped. In all the time they’d been scening, they’d never once taken their games public. Eiri had an evil glint in his eyes, and picked up the phone. After making lunch reservations for four at a local restaurant they both loved, he called the Seguchi household and spoke with his sister. Tatsuha was visiting from Kyoto, and the brother and sister were invited to join Eiri and Shuichi for lunch. Such an invitation from their brother was rare, and they both accepted happily. After giving all the details, Eiri hung up the phone and turned back to his sub.

“We have a few hours before lunch, so why don’t you pull another game in the meantime?”

“Master, can I ask what the public scene will be first?” Shuichi’s eyes conveyed their panic to his Master.

Eiri ruffled his hair and answered, “We’re simply going to go to lunch with my brother and sister. That’s painful enough as it is. You’ll wear your collar, and other than that, you can behave completely normal. Oh, and during lunch, you’ll be given one task to accomplish. That’s all I’ll tell you for now.”

Shuichi nodded, none of his fears allayed, and pulled the next game from the box:

“The submissive will be brought to the edge of orgasm, then stop, 1 point”

Shuichi inwardly groaned. This game was truly sadistic to the singer, and he hoped when it was over he’d be given some relief. Chances were he would not.

Eiri pulled his sub into his lap facing him and began kissing his lips and rubbing his back seductively. Ok, so there were some parts of this game that Shuichi loved. But this was all just teasing.

When his Master’s hand slid under his shirt to caress his bare skin, Shuichi let out a long languid sign. That hand moved round in circles, pressing against his spine and steadily turning him into a puddle of goo.

Eiri leaned back but kept his boy on his lap. Hands continued to travel the younger man’s body, fleeting touches that aroused and enticed, but never satisfied.

Shuichi let out little moans and hiccups of pleasure as Eiri touched him. He was already hard and anxious to feel his master’s hands on his cock.

Eiri’s hands drifted slowly down Shuichi’s stomach until they reached the hem of his shirt. Hooking his thumbs under the fabric, he pulled it up until Shuichi was forced to raise his arms. The material was thrown to the floor and Eiri continued his gentle teasing assault. He ran his fingers around his boy’s nipples, avoiding touching the areola. He placed a finger at Shuichi lips and slid it inside. Shuichi ran his tongue around the digit, sucking on it eagerly. Eiri pulled it from the wet cavern with a ‘pop’, and traced the saliva over Shuichi’s left nipple. He tweaked the hardening nub while leaning in to give attention to the right nipple. He traced spirals around the areola with his tongue before latching onto Shuichi skin and sucking hard. Shuichi couldn’t stop his moans from growing louder and longer.

Motioning for Shuichi to move off him, Eiri stood and repositioned his sub on the couch. Shuichi sat down as instructed and watched as Eiri knelt in front of him. Spreading his boy’s legs, he tickled Shuichi’s cock through his shorts. The singer leaned back into the couch and tried to control his breathing. Eiri was concentrating on the shaft of his cock, which was the least sensitive part. His touches were light and fleeting, designed to tease only.

When Shuichi was hard and heavy, Eiri unzipped the fly and reached inside. Shuichi had gone commando, and Eiri slipped his cock out without any resistance. He reached underneath his sub’s cock to bring his sac out as well. Shuichi had a mouth-watering cock. It was long and straight and slightly thick. He was well endowed, and Eiri took the time to look at his cock at length. Holding it in his hands, he looked at the cut head that was red and angry with arousal. Placing his finger on the underbelly of Shuichi’s shaft, he slowly drew it forward until he reached the point where the head and shaft met. He tapped his finger against this juncture, causing a pearly bead of pre-cum to form at the slit.

Eiri continued to study Shuichi’s cock, concentrating now on the shaft. He was able to wrap his hand around it and grip it fully. The skin was velvety smooth and unblemished, and his intense scrutiny was highly arousing to both of them. Shuichi moaned deeply as he watched Eiri touch him with an air of worship.

Lifting the shaft, Eiri’s attention moved on to Shuichi’s sac. He cupped and rolled them in his hand gently, one finger reaching back to tease his perineum.

Shuichi balled his hands into fists and pressed them into his eyes. The stimulation, both physical and visual, was amazing! Eiri hadn’t even tasted him yet, and he already felt he was close to cumming. He forced his eyes to open and focus on his Dom, the sight of a pink tongue peeking out to lick kiss-swollen lips sending shivers down his spine.

Moving down low so that his chin rested on the couch, Eiri held out his tongue and brought it to the underside of Shuichi’s cock. Concentrating on the meeting of the head and the shaft, he tapped his tongue and gently licked what he knew to be Shuichi’s most sensitive spot.

Shuichi felt as if his cock had swelled up larger than it ever had in the past. It was almost too tight for his skin, his pulse beating through it faster and faster with every lick. His sac began drawing up into his body, preparing to spill his cum. Before this could happen, Eiri pulled away and broke all contact with his sub. Shuichi cried out at the loss of Eiri’s hot tongue and fingers, but Eiri just waited patiently for Shuichi to calm down.

Once he felt Shuichi was ready for more, Eiri took hold of his sub’s cock once again and lifted it up to reveal his sac. Placing his tongue on the bottom of the heavy skin, he licked all the way to the slit. He repeated this action over and over again, as if he was drawing the flavor out of a cock-shaped lollipop. Shuichi’s hips began to roll with each lick. Every few strokes, Eiri would claim a drop of pre-cum, letting the bitter flavor coat his tongue.

Nuzzling his face against his sub’s sac, he inhaled deeply, drawing in his lover’s scent. It was intoxicating and marked Eiri deep in his soul. This was the aroma of his lover, his mate, and with an animalistic growl he continued with the tongue bath.

Shuichi couldn’t take his eyes away from his Dom. He wanted to cum, knew he was getting closer and closer to passing beyond control. There was loss of contact once more, but this time, instead of waiting patiently for Shuichi to calm down, Eiri unzipped his own pants and drew out his cock. Pointing it directly at Shuichi’s groin, he stroked himself fast and hard, running his thumb over the head with every caress.

“Watch me boy. Watch me cum all over you.” Shuichi’s eyes were glued to the carnal display before him, and he watched as the head of Eiri’s cock swelled slightly just before thick strands of cum shot out to coat his own cock and shorts. The liquid was hot and ran down the singer’s cock, dripping off the tip. This was enough to send Shuichi over the edge. Even without Eiri’s hand or mouth on him, it would be a matter of moments before he came.

Eiri knew this and roughly pinched and then twisted the skin of Shuichi’s inner thigh. The pain was fast and intense, enough to bring a yelp from his sub’s lips. Shuichi sat up straight, and before he could protest, he remembered the rule of the game they were playing. He wasn’t allowed to cum.

With one more harsh pinch and twist, Eiri sat back on his knees to look at his thoroughly debauched and completely pissed off sub. He stood, wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand and said, “You earned your one point. Let’s go get ready for lunch.”

Despite, or perhaps because of the pain Eiri inflicted on him, Shuichi was still hard as a rock and dripping cum. He stood as instructed, but didn’t dare tuck himself away. His fear was that any stimulation would immediately bring him off.

Before they entered the bedroom to change, Eiri turned to him and kissed him sweetly. He shivered as he took in his sub’s appearance.

Shuichi’s hair was slightly damp and sticking to him in places. His nipples were hard and deep red, and his shorts and hard cock were dripping with his Master’s cum. It was a sight to savor, and he considered letting his boy have his orgasm.

He knew that to allow Shuichi to cum would negate the scene they just finished, so instead he leered at his sub before leading him into the bedroom.

Both of them dressed in relative silence. Eiri was sated and satisfied, while Shuichi was frustrated and sticky. The singer sat down on the end of the bed for a few moments, breathing deep and rhythmatically, slowly taming his erection. After cleaning off in the bathroom and putting on some normal clothes, they made their way to the front door.

Before they could step outside, Eiri called Shuichi to him. He had his sub’s training collar in his hand, and slipped it around Shuichi’s neck.

“Remember, this lunch is another scene. You can talk and behave the way you normally do, but at some point I’ll give you a task to complete.”

The collar was a black leather choker with a ring for leash attachment. Dangling from the ring was a gold dangle fashioned as the words ‘in training’ written in kanji. Shuichi didn’t know if Mika-san would get the reference, but he had no doubt Tatsuha would instantly. He was dreading this luncheon.

“Ready, boy? Follow me.”

TBC…


A/N: Ugh…vanilla sex. I kinda find vanilla sex boring. Therefore…for a little while, the sex focus will be on Eiri/Shuichi. Hurrah non-vanilla sex!!! But rest assured, Hiro and Suguru ARE having LOTS of hot and sweaty sex. Trust me. They’re banging each other’s brains out. XD

Dear reviewers – I feel so warm and fuzzy inside! I’ve had some awesome reviews on Gurabite and AFF.net lately! Let’s see…
- Yes, there will be spanking, but later.
- No, chances are K will not join Hiro and Suguru in bed, sorry!
- You mean to tell me that Welcome to my Romance didn’t make you horny before this fic??
- I’m really glad you’re still laughing and having fun with this story – you should!!
- Me? As kinky as Yuki? HELL YES!
- I’m glad you enjoyed PL Nunn’s photo!!!

Next Chapter: PUBLIC SCENING! What will Tatsuha do when he figures out what’s going on? Will Eiri kill his little brother? Will Mika figure it out? And just exactly what will Eiri make Shuichi do? :::shiver:::

See you in a few days!

~ffpanda