[SPS] Collar
Titel: Collar
Chapter 1/1
Fandom: J-Rock/Visual Kei
Language: English
Raiting: NC-17
Warnings: bondage, D/s,
Pairing: Miya(MUCC)/Aoi(GazettE)/Bou(AnCafe)
Summary: Miya gets his lovers presents
Humming to himself Miya unlocked the door to his apartment. Today Aoi would come over, currently having returned from his latest tour. Also Bou had announced his visit so the dark haired guitarist was happily looking forward to this weekend. He had already told his bandmates that they were not allowed to interrupt him, no matter what happened.
Quickly he shed shoes and warm coat, carrying the bags with groceries into the kitchen and the presents he had brought for his lovers to the bedroom. Then he took a quick shower, starting to prepare dinner afterwards.
There was still much time left, but Miya wanted to have enough time.
When an hour later someone knocked at his door the black haired practically jumped over into the hallway, not caring that his hair was dishelved and he was still wearing an apron over his street clothes.
Smiling he opened the door and saw Bou standing in the hallway, today not in a dress, but in quite normal clothes. Even though his bleached hair was quite eye-catching he almost looked like a normal teen.
"Hello Bou-chan", Miya greeted him, tugging the younger into his apartment, closing the door and kissing the blond deeply.
The other guitarist sighed some, snuggling closer to his lover and returning the kiss sweetly, enjoying the taste of the other's kiss, for he hadn't been able to see the other for a while.
"Hello Miya-kun", the younger blond replied, burring his face against the other's shoulder, inhaling the other's smell deeply.
"How are you?", Miya asked, helping his lover out of his jacket and watching him take off his shoes.
"I'm fine. Always busy. And you?", he replied, sitting on the floor and taking off his shoes, he needed quite some time for his boots were laced quite high.
"A little tired. Work is taking up most of my energy lately", he said, before quickly moving back into the kitchen, so the food wouldn't burn.
The younger quickly followed, easily hopping onto a counter, so he was face to face with his lover...if the black haired decided to look at him and not the pots on the stove.
"What are you cooking?", Bou asked, curiously trying to look into the pots.
But Miya quickly put an lid onto it, shaking his head and grinning.
"That's a surprise", he said, liking the way Bou now pouted at him. But he was used to that by now, so he simply ignored it.
"Be a good boy and go to the living room, will you? And let Aoi-kun inside, when he knocks", the black haired added, pecking still pouting lips and gently lifting his lover off the counter.
"Okay...I hope you don't mind me watching TV", Bou only said, smiling at Miya before vanishing, leaving the older alone with his work.
It didn't take long for Aoi to arrive, tugging Bou out into the hallway to embrace the younger, kissing his rather hungrily, having been deprived for a quite long time. He didn't care that they were in public and that every one of Miya's neighbors could easily walk in on them. And he also didn't care that he was about to ravish their youngest lover without Miya knowing or consenting.
To his dismay said black-haired had meanwhile abandoned the almost finished dinner in favor of greeting their finally returned lover.
"Having fun, Aoi-kun?", he asked from his current position, leaning against the wall of the hallway, arms crossed in front of his chest.
Both flinched at the other's silky voice, guiltily separating and looking at Miya with a faint blush on their cheeks.
The raven haired now nodded, bravely moving inside and now hugging Miya. He didn't like to admit it, but he had missed the black haired as much as his blond princess. The kiss they shared was languidly and deep, neither wanting to fight for dominance just yet. But this fact didn't stop the raven haired from rubbing their crotches together, hands roaming across the other's back.
"Very much.", he now replied, smiling daringly at his lover. "You look good in an apron, Miya-chan", he added, still snuggling against the other.
"That's good to hear, Aoi-kun", Miya replied, not letting on how much the 'miya-chan' disturbed him. He simply pushed the other away.
"Dinner is almost ready. Bou-kun, go set the table", he ordered, before getting back into the kitchen to take care of the food.
"Okay", Bou quickly replied before vanishing, too, leaving the raven-haired guitarist alone in the entrance hall.
Aoi just sighed, happy that he was back. He didn't like the fact that he would have to endure a whole long dinner without touching his lovers while every part of him yearned for the two man now happily chattering in the kitchen as they finished their preparation.
But it couldn't be helped, so Aoi merely resigned himself to his fate, took of his shoes and jacket and moved into the kitchen.
On the large table the other two had already set up the plates, steaming dishes with what seemed like Miya's most favorite chicken curry and three glasses with wine. The dark-haired had discarded his apron and was now guarding the food, for Bou was never one to wait and the food smelled quite delicious.
Quickly Aoi sat down, not wanting to make the other's wait longer, seeing how hungrily Bou already eyed the meal.
They ate in silence, taking their time to enjoy the food, for it was rather rare that one of them would cook dinner.
When the mean neared it's end Aoi got more and more expectant, nervously moving in his seat. He didn't want to wait much longer. He had already taken two days after his return to get some sleep and strength, for he knew he would need it when he visited his lovers. Now the other two seemed to cruelly enjoy to let him wait, taking their sweet time with their last bits of food and last sips of wine.
When finally Miya set down his chopsticks the raven-haired was ready to jump up and tug his two lovers into the bedroom.
But the dark-haired had already predicted something like that, so he quickly spoke up.
"What about you and Bou-chan clear the table now, Aoi-kun? I got something to prepare for you", he said mysteriously, before getting up and leaving. He remembered to lock the door behind him, when he entered the bedroom, knowing the two not likely wanted to just abandon their task and follow him.
To his great surprise, though, he stayed uninterrupted.
What he didn't know was, that meanwhile the other two guitarists had abandoned their task nonetheless and were currently kissing each other senseless. Aoi didn't care that Miya would most likely be angry with him, he simply ignored the possibility of the younger walking in on them and kept ravishing their princess's mouth. His hands roamed across the small back, already tugging the shirt up and discarding it on the floor, one thigh pressing between the blond's legs.
Bou didn't fight back, no, he instead encouraged the act with small groans of pleasure and slow motions of his hips against strong thigh. A little flicker of hesitation showed, though, when Aoi started to open his pants.
"A-Aoi, stop. We...we can't", he whimpered, trying to pull away.
Reluctantly Aoi stepped back, panting as he waited for the younger to explain, what he soon did.
"If Miya-kun...if he finds out, he'll be angry with us", he said, taking Aoi's hand and pulling the elder after him in the direction of the bedroom, meanwhile trying to calm his breathing a little.
There he waited a little longer before knocking, knowing that Miya would most likely have locked the door.
Said guitarist had already started to wonder where the two had stayed, and when he opened the door his suspicion got confirmed, for the younger one was already shirtless and the bulge in Aoi's pants was more then obvious.
He gave both of them a pointed look before letting them inside and closing the door behind them.
"So you finally made it here. I got presents for you", he started rather bluntly, motioning for the two wrapped up boxes currently laying on the bed.
Bou's eyes gleamed when he heard this, while Aoi merely looked suspicious. Nonetheless he swiftly moved over and sat down on the edge of the bed, followed by Bou who sat down on the other side of the presents, neither one daring to open them.
"Go ahead", Miya just said, meanwhile sitting down on a comfortable chair and watching the other two.
He didn't need to say this twice, and quickly the two man on the bed sorted out, who got which package, a rather easy task, for one was wrapped in blue and the other one pink paper.
Bou was the first one to open his box, revealing a long silver necklace with a pendant that looked like a lock.
Aoi's box held a collar and matching leash, both made of black leather and with ornaments set into it.
But while the younger one almost ran across the room in order to thank Miya, the older one was simply sitting there and glaring at the carefully worked leather.
"Thank you, Miya-kun"; Bou said, currently sitting in the older one's lap, cuddled against his firm chest, face buried against the strong shoulder.
"No need to thank me, Bou-chan. I wanted to give both of you something special, and I couldn't give you the same things I gave to Aoi-kun, so I had to find something else. A necklace appeared to be just perfect for you, Bou-hime", the dark-haired explained, placing a soft kiss on plush lips and tugging the other even closer.
As they fell into their play characters Bou purred, snuggling closer.
"What did you get for Aoi-kun?"; the younger asked curiously, now peeking over to the oldest of them, who still sat on the bed.
"Go ask him yourself", Miya merely said, smirking some as he pecked Bou's lips and sat him down on the floor.
The blond just nodded and quickly moved over, ready to look over Aoi's shoulder, but when said guitarist felt his lover's presence behind him be slammed shut the lid of the box, turning around and now glaring at Miya.
"How dare you!", he shouted, eyes cold and even though burning in an angry fire.
Bou yelped, when he heard the the other's words and quickly he moved out of the way. He knew that another fight between his lovers was about to begin. Something the youngest really didn't like. At least not, when it was a serious fight, and this seemed to be pretty serious, for Miya had meanwhile risen to his feet and was moving over to the bed in quick strides.
"What did I dare, Aoi-chan? Are you angry because I screamed the truth into your face?", Miya snarled, looking down at an angry raven-haired.
"What truth?", Aoi hissed, ready to lounge at the younger one.
"The fact that you'll never beat me. That you'll always loose our little fights. That, when it gets down to it, I am the one in charge.", The slightly shorter one elaborated, eyes gleaming in the dim light of the room. He looked truly predatory.
But that didn't intimidate Aoi at all, or at least the raven-haired didn't show his fear. You could see in his eyes, that he searched for an argument, a reasoning that would contradict Miya's statement, but deep down he knew it was true. He knew that he would never win, that the younger would always have one trick more than he had, one move he didn't know. And how much he worked, he would never beat the other.
But it still stung, to have this openly said, to hear it. For, with speaking it, it became reality. And this was a reality Aoi had always said he didn't like. Only said, though, for inwardly he liked to give up the control every now and then, to let someone else be in charge. But like that? No. Not with a collar and leash. He was no pet, never and for no one!
So he simply kept glaring at Miya, who only stood there and smirked and waited for Aoi to give in. And the raven-haired always gave in.
In the end Aoi lowered his gaze, shoulders trembling as he fought back the emotions welling to the surface. He had given up and the realization of what power Miya now had scared him. It scared him so much, that he felt tears welling up. Tears of frustration; about his own weakness, his submission.
But the dark-haired now simply sat down next to Aoi, gently pulling the other into an embrace. Like that he held him, stroking his head and his back, wanting to comfort the older. He could feel his shirt getting wet where Aoi's face was, and he knew the other was crying, whole body trembling as he sobbed soundlessly.
Miya didn't call him on it, he simply held him, warmed him, calmed him and supported him.
When he was sure Aoi had finished crying Miya gently lifted the taller one's head and kissed him softly.
"You don't have to wear it, if you don't want to", he explained, still stroking the other's back softly.
Aoi merely nodded, sniffing once before wiping his still teary eyes.
After watching for a while, Bou also had crawled over, now sitting behind Aoi and when Miya nodded, the blond wrapped his arms around him, cuddling against his back. He could understand Aoi, knew that Miya sometimes was a little too straightforwards, but it was good that the older one had given in.
"Don't be sad, Aoi-kun", he mumbled, face buried into the other's neck, nuzzling the sensitive skin there.
The older one just nodded, leaning back against Bou while he took up the box, opening it and holding the collar out to Miya. 'I want it', his eyes told the younger, even though there was a little bit of reluctance there.
The dark-haired guitarist smiled warmly, taking the collar up and then reaching out to gently brush Aoi's hair back, afterwards fastening the black leather in place.
"Thank you, Aoi-kun. I promise I'll be careful", he said, leaning forward to kiss his lover again, trying to put everything he couldn't phrase into the kiss.
The kiss started almost chaste, soft and sweet, but soon it got deepened. Not only by Miya, but also by Aoi. Bou simply watched, happy that his lovers were making up, sure they'd include him soon.
And really, when the kiss got broken the dark-haired reached out and tugged Bou closer, kissing the younger passionately.
Said guitarist merely groaned into the kiss, leaving power and control to his lover. His hands were currently roaming across Aoi's chest, small hands stroking and caressing all the sensitive spots they knew.
The taller in return leaned forward and started to nibble along Miya's neck, taking the chance to gently bite soft skin.
The reaction this earned him was a real surprise, though. Immediately Miya pulled away from Bou, looking at Aoi sternly.
"What do you think you're doing, Aoi-chan?", he asked, voice low and husky.
The older one merely cocked his head, looking at Miya in confusion. But the other just grinned, taking Aoi's hands into his and holding them in place.
"You aren't used to your new position, Aoi-chan. Are you?", he said, leaning forward and nibbling on Aoi's lower lip before kissing him possessively.
"What do you mean?", the taller asked, as soon as the kiss got broken. The raven haired was now panting and straining against the hold on his wrists.
"Oh nothing.", Miya replied with an almost feral grin.
"Bou-chan, please go get me some rope", he added, while carefully pushing their older lover back on the bed, delicately positioning him there.
The implication of Miya's words hit the older one like a slap, and immediately he tried to fight back, but the other was too strong, and also he already had a hold on him.
"What do you plan to do with me, Miya-kun?", he asked, legs trying to throw the other off, who now leaned over him.
"Can't you already guess it, Aoi-chan? I intend to tie you to the headboard", he said, nibbling along Aoi's neck, leaving a bright red mark just beneath the other's collar.
All the raven-haired could do about this, was groan for his neck was rather sensitive. His body kept moving against Miya's, trying to throw the other off. But all he managed was, to bring their body's closer together, shirts riling up, so now their bare skin touched.
The younger one grinned, teasingly moving one of his thighs between the other's legs, making the taller moan sweetly. Meanwhile he pulled the other's arms over his head and closer to the headboard, where he secured them as soon as Bou got the rope. Then he pulled back, looking down at the other with a pleased smile.
"He really looks good like that, doesn't he?", Miya now asked the blond, who had moved to sit next to him.
The younger one nodded, a faint blush on his cheeks as he watched Aoi writhe on the bed, trying to get closer to the source of stimulation. But Miya had moved back and was now happy to just watch the other for a moment.
"Do you want to taste him?", he then asked, pulling Bou closer and kissing him quickly before giving the other time to answer.
Hesitantly Bou nodded.
"I'd like to...", he admitted, eyes roaming across Aoi's still clothed body.
"Then go ahead. But don't let him come", Miya ordered, pecking plush lips again before moving to the foot of the bed and settling down to watch.
Bou simply nodded, slowly moving closer to Aoi until he was straddling the other's chest, hands reaching out to unbutton the older one's shirt, leaning down to kiss and lick across the skin then presented to him.
The youngest of them loved to touch, to kiss and lick, caress and devour. Usually he wasn't given a chance to do that, but it seemed like today Miya made his dream come true. Today he could explore already familiar skin, taste the other and make him writhe beneath him. The knowledge he already had about his lover was now put to best use, for Bou fully intended to drive the other insane.
When he had unbuttoned the shirt he pushed it as far up as possible, full weight now placed on the older's stomach, in order to keep him down.
His lips then moved across the other's chest, licking and nibbling every patch of skin presented to him.
As he moved further down his hands moved to the other's pants, easily undoing them and pulling them down along with the raven haired's underwear.
When Bou reached his hips Aoi was already panting and writing, little pleads and whimpers leaving his lips as he got assaulted by sweet lips without getting real attention. At least not where he longed for it. But the younger didn't seem to care, for he now started to lick and kiss a path down one leg.
The blond took all the time he wanted with exploring the creamy skin of Aoi's things, licking and biting and kissing the sensitive skin as he made his way down the leg, searching for sensitive spots and assaulting them as soon as he found them.
With this sweet torture the younger kept Aoi constantly aroused and more then a little close to the edge. He was pleading and begging already, eyes alternating between the blond currently working him into oblivion and the black haired, who sat the foot of the bed, legs spread as he slowly stroked himself as he watched.
Especially when Bou started to lick and bite along the raven-haired's ankle it felt heavenly to the older. He barely managed to not trash around and maybe hurt Bou.
Afterwards the procedure got repeated on his other ankle and Aoi felt a certain tightening in his stomach, that made him pull back his leg, which earned him a confused look from Bou.
"What is it, Aoi-kun? did I hurt you?", the blond asked, quite concerned now.
But Aoi merely shook his head, blushing slightly as he noticed the way the other was looking him over, searching for the source of his discomfort.
"I'm close", he breathed out, giving the other his best puppy eyes.
"Please~", he then moaned, stretching his legs and trying to hook them around Bou, so he could tug the other closer to him, bring their cocks together and maybe finally get the other to push him over.
But no, instead the raven-haired watched Miya appear behind Bou, wrapping his arms around the other's waist as he looked down at Aoi, making the older strangely self-cautious, realizing exactly how exposed he was to his two lovers now. He was completely naked and his legs were spread wide enough to leave room for both of them to sit there comfortable.
Smirking smugly Miya nuzzled Bou's neck, licking a line up to the other's neck.
"doesn't he look beautiful like that? So needy and eager", he purrs, one hand reaching out to teasingly run a finger down the other's cock, further down over his balls and to his entrance, grinning as the older shivers, spreading his legs even wider open as he tried to thrust down onto the fingers.
"Do you want to get fucked, Aoi-kun? Want to feel a hard cock ram inside you?"
Groaning needily the raven-haired nodded, blushing slightly as he arched in the direction of the other two.
"Yes, please~", he moans, not looking at the other's as he completely gives up on his dignity, ready to plead and beg as much as needed to finally get what he wants.
"That's good", Miya says, smirking and again reaching out for the other, not hesitating a moment before sliding a cock-ring in place. He simply ignores the almost pained whimper.
"Can't have you coming to soon, can we?", he asks, not waiting for a reply. "Go prepare him, Bou-hime", he orders before moving up to sit next to Aoi's head, affectionately reaching out to stroke the other's hair.
Swiftly the blond moved to the bedside table, getting the lube before moving to kneel between the other's spread legs again. He didn't hesitate another moment before opening the tube, slicking his fingers and pressing the first one inside. Aoi was used to bottom, so there wasn't much resistance to a single finger.
Miya kept stroking the dark hair, making sure to calm the older with the soft touches so he wouldn't suffer from over stimulation, for he was already close.
And it really worked, for Aoi mewled softly, leaning into Miya's caress and closing his eyes and he tried to breath a little more calm, even though Bou's fingers were driving him positively insane. He just hoped the two would finally take pity on him, finally give him what he wanted, what he needed.
Luckily Bou didn't need long to prepare the other and when he pulled his hand away he looked at Miya questioningly. He had no idea what the dark-haired had planned and he really wasn't in the mood to challenge the other one.
But the elder just smiled, hands still running through the other's hair carefully, every now and again trailing over the other's shoulders.
"Just fuck him, Bou-hime. I know Aoi-kun longs for it", he said, leaning down to kiss the raven-haired softly in order to silence any protest.
All that escaped the other, though, was a long moan as Bou thrust into him, soon settling into a quick pace, experimenting with angle and force in order to find out just what would make his oldest lover scream loudest. Usually he was the one on bottom so he wasn't exactly used to this, soon loosing himself in the sensation of the other moving against him, tightening around him, driving him closer and closer to the edge.
A loud moan fell from Bou's lips when the younger gave in, riding out his orgasm and slumping down next to Aoi. He actually flushed slightly when he noticed that, for once, he had solely fixed on his own pleasure, using Aoi in order to seek orgasm. The expression on the taller's face was pain filled, his hands clenching on his bonds, cock straining and dripping precome constantly.
Originally Miya had intended to now take Bou's place, but the pained whimper Aoi made when he stopped stroking the older's head he decided against it. Instead he reached out and removed the cock-ring, stroking the stiff flesh a few times before Aoi reached orgasm, calling out his lover's names and blacking out from the force rushing through him.
When Aoi came back to consciousness the first thing he noticed was, that his hands were free and laying on his chest. The second was the soft moans he could hear from the side. Slowly he opened his eyes blinking and regaining his breath. And he really liked the sight now presented to him.
It was Miya's head, thrown back, eyes shut as he moaned.
Quickly Aoi's eyes moved down the other's body, noticing the shiny layer of sweat and then, when he reached the other's crotch, a strong hand buried in blond locks.
Neither of them noticed, that Aoi was awake and soon the dark-haired could see Miya tense, hips starting to thrust into Bou's waiting mouth as he rushed to release.
The younger merely moaned, throat relaxing as he took in the thick flesh, humming around the stiff flesh and swallowing as Miya finally let go, eyes falling shut as he finally tasted his lover's release.
A soft smile laid on Aoi's face as he watched his two lovers. He had already forgotten about the collar around his throat and, to tell the truth, he didn't really care about it anymore.
Chapter 1/1
Fandom: J-Rock/Visual Kei
Language: English
Raiting: NC-17
Warnings: bondage, D/s,
Pairing: Miya(MUCC)/Aoi(GazettE)/Bou(AnCafe)
Summary: Miya gets his lovers presents
Humming to himself Miya unlocked the door to his apartment. Today Aoi would come over, currently having returned from his latest tour. Also Bou had announced his visit so the dark haired guitarist was happily looking forward to this weekend. He had already told his bandmates that they were not allowed to interrupt him, no matter what happened.
Quickly he shed shoes and warm coat, carrying the bags with groceries into the kitchen and the presents he had brought for his lovers to the bedroom. Then he took a quick shower, starting to prepare dinner afterwards.
There was still much time left, but Miya wanted to have enough time.
When an hour later someone knocked at his door the black haired practically jumped over into the hallway, not caring that his hair was dishelved and he was still wearing an apron over his street clothes.
Smiling he opened the door and saw Bou standing in the hallway, today not in a dress, but in quite normal clothes. Even though his bleached hair was quite eye-catching he almost looked like a normal teen.
"Hello Bou-chan", Miya greeted him, tugging the younger into his apartment, closing the door and kissing the blond deeply.
The other guitarist sighed some, snuggling closer to his lover and returning the kiss sweetly, enjoying the taste of the other's kiss, for he hadn't been able to see the other for a while.
"Hello Miya-kun", the younger blond replied, burring his face against the other's shoulder, inhaling the other's smell deeply.
"How are you?", Miya asked, helping his lover out of his jacket and watching him take off his shoes.
"I'm fine. Always busy. And you?", he replied, sitting on the floor and taking off his shoes, he needed quite some time for his boots were laced quite high.
"A little tired. Work is taking up most of my energy lately", he said, before quickly moving back into the kitchen, so the food wouldn't burn.
The younger quickly followed, easily hopping onto a counter, so he was face to face with his lover...if the black haired decided to look at him and not the pots on the stove.
"What are you cooking?", Bou asked, curiously trying to look into the pots.
But Miya quickly put an lid onto it, shaking his head and grinning.
"That's a surprise", he said, liking the way Bou now pouted at him. But he was used to that by now, so he simply ignored it.
"Be a good boy and go to the living room, will you? And let Aoi-kun inside, when he knocks", the black haired added, pecking still pouting lips and gently lifting his lover off the counter.
"Okay...I hope you don't mind me watching TV", Bou only said, smiling at Miya before vanishing, leaving the older alone with his work.
It didn't take long for Aoi to arrive, tugging Bou out into the hallway to embrace the younger, kissing his rather hungrily, having been deprived for a quite long time. He didn't care that they were in public and that every one of Miya's neighbors could easily walk in on them. And he also didn't care that he was about to ravish their youngest lover without Miya knowing or consenting.
To his dismay said black-haired had meanwhile abandoned the almost finished dinner in favor of greeting their finally returned lover.
"Having fun, Aoi-kun?", he asked from his current position, leaning against the wall of the hallway, arms crossed in front of his chest.
Both flinched at the other's silky voice, guiltily separating and looking at Miya with a faint blush on their cheeks.
The raven haired now nodded, bravely moving inside and now hugging Miya. He didn't like to admit it, but he had missed the black haired as much as his blond princess. The kiss they shared was languidly and deep, neither wanting to fight for dominance just yet. But this fact didn't stop the raven haired from rubbing their crotches together, hands roaming across the other's back.
"Very much.", he now replied, smiling daringly at his lover. "You look good in an apron, Miya-chan", he added, still snuggling against the other.
"That's good to hear, Aoi-kun", Miya replied, not letting on how much the 'miya-chan' disturbed him. He simply pushed the other away.
"Dinner is almost ready. Bou-kun, go set the table", he ordered, before getting back into the kitchen to take care of the food.
"Okay", Bou quickly replied before vanishing, too, leaving the raven-haired guitarist alone in the entrance hall.
Aoi just sighed, happy that he was back. He didn't like the fact that he would have to endure a whole long dinner without touching his lovers while every part of him yearned for the two man now happily chattering in the kitchen as they finished their preparation.
But it couldn't be helped, so Aoi merely resigned himself to his fate, took of his shoes and jacket and moved into the kitchen.
On the large table the other two had already set up the plates, steaming dishes with what seemed like Miya's most favorite chicken curry and three glasses with wine. The dark-haired had discarded his apron and was now guarding the food, for Bou was never one to wait and the food smelled quite delicious.
Quickly Aoi sat down, not wanting to make the other's wait longer, seeing how hungrily Bou already eyed the meal.
They ate in silence, taking their time to enjoy the food, for it was rather rare that one of them would cook dinner.
When the mean neared it's end Aoi got more and more expectant, nervously moving in his seat. He didn't want to wait much longer. He had already taken two days after his return to get some sleep and strength, for he knew he would need it when he visited his lovers. Now the other two seemed to cruelly enjoy to let him wait, taking their sweet time with their last bits of food and last sips of wine.
When finally Miya set down his chopsticks the raven-haired was ready to jump up and tug his two lovers into the bedroom.
But the dark-haired had already predicted something like that, so he quickly spoke up.
"What about you and Bou-chan clear the table now, Aoi-kun? I got something to prepare for you", he said mysteriously, before getting up and leaving. He remembered to lock the door behind him, when he entered the bedroom, knowing the two not likely wanted to just abandon their task and follow him.
To his great surprise, though, he stayed uninterrupted.
What he didn't know was, that meanwhile the other two guitarists had abandoned their task nonetheless and were currently kissing each other senseless. Aoi didn't care that Miya would most likely be angry with him, he simply ignored the possibility of the younger walking in on them and kept ravishing their princess's mouth. His hands roamed across the small back, already tugging the shirt up and discarding it on the floor, one thigh pressing between the blond's legs.
Bou didn't fight back, no, he instead encouraged the act with small groans of pleasure and slow motions of his hips against strong thigh. A little flicker of hesitation showed, though, when Aoi started to open his pants.
"A-Aoi, stop. We...we can't", he whimpered, trying to pull away.
Reluctantly Aoi stepped back, panting as he waited for the younger to explain, what he soon did.
"If Miya-kun...if he finds out, he'll be angry with us", he said, taking Aoi's hand and pulling the elder after him in the direction of the bedroom, meanwhile trying to calm his breathing a little.
There he waited a little longer before knocking, knowing that Miya would most likely have locked the door.
Said guitarist had already started to wonder where the two had stayed, and when he opened the door his suspicion got confirmed, for the younger one was already shirtless and the bulge in Aoi's pants was more then obvious.
He gave both of them a pointed look before letting them inside and closing the door behind them.
"So you finally made it here. I got presents for you", he started rather bluntly, motioning for the two wrapped up boxes currently laying on the bed.
Bou's eyes gleamed when he heard this, while Aoi merely looked suspicious. Nonetheless he swiftly moved over and sat down on the edge of the bed, followed by Bou who sat down on the other side of the presents, neither one daring to open them.
"Go ahead", Miya just said, meanwhile sitting down on a comfortable chair and watching the other two.
He didn't need to say this twice, and quickly the two man on the bed sorted out, who got which package, a rather easy task, for one was wrapped in blue and the other one pink paper.
Bou was the first one to open his box, revealing a long silver necklace with a pendant that looked like a lock.
Aoi's box held a collar and matching leash, both made of black leather and with ornaments set into it.
But while the younger one almost ran across the room in order to thank Miya, the older one was simply sitting there and glaring at the carefully worked leather.
"Thank you, Miya-kun"; Bou said, currently sitting in the older one's lap, cuddled against his firm chest, face buried against the strong shoulder.
"No need to thank me, Bou-chan. I wanted to give both of you something special, and I couldn't give you the same things I gave to Aoi-kun, so I had to find something else. A necklace appeared to be just perfect for you, Bou-hime", the dark-haired explained, placing a soft kiss on plush lips and tugging the other even closer.
As they fell into their play characters Bou purred, snuggling closer.
"What did you get for Aoi-kun?"; the younger asked curiously, now peeking over to the oldest of them, who still sat on the bed.
"Go ask him yourself", Miya merely said, smirking some as he pecked Bou's lips and sat him down on the floor.
The blond just nodded and quickly moved over, ready to look over Aoi's shoulder, but when said guitarist felt his lover's presence behind him be slammed shut the lid of the box, turning around and now glaring at Miya.
"How dare you!", he shouted, eyes cold and even though burning in an angry fire.
Bou yelped, when he heard the the other's words and quickly he moved out of the way. He knew that another fight between his lovers was about to begin. Something the youngest really didn't like. At least not, when it was a serious fight, and this seemed to be pretty serious, for Miya had meanwhile risen to his feet and was moving over to the bed in quick strides.
"What did I dare, Aoi-chan? Are you angry because I screamed the truth into your face?", Miya snarled, looking down at an angry raven-haired.
"What truth?", Aoi hissed, ready to lounge at the younger one.
"The fact that you'll never beat me. That you'll always loose our little fights. That, when it gets down to it, I am the one in charge.", The slightly shorter one elaborated, eyes gleaming in the dim light of the room. He looked truly predatory.
But that didn't intimidate Aoi at all, or at least the raven-haired didn't show his fear. You could see in his eyes, that he searched for an argument, a reasoning that would contradict Miya's statement, but deep down he knew it was true. He knew that he would never win, that the younger would always have one trick more than he had, one move he didn't know. And how much he worked, he would never beat the other.
But it still stung, to have this openly said, to hear it. For, with speaking it, it became reality. And this was a reality Aoi had always said he didn't like. Only said, though, for inwardly he liked to give up the control every now and then, to let someone else be in charge. But like that? No. Not with a collar and leash. He was no pet, never and for no one!
So he simply kept glaring at Miya, who only stood there and smirked and waited for Aoi to give in. And the raven-haired always gave in.
In the end Aoi lowered his gaze, shoulders trembling as he fought back the emotions welling to the surface. He had given up and the realization of what power Miya now had scared him. It scared him so much, that he felt tears welling up. Tears of frustration; about his own weakness, his submission.
But the dark-haired now simply sat down next to Aoi, gently pulling the other into an embrace. Like that he held him, stroking his head and his back, wanting to comfort the older. He could feel his shirt getting wet where Aoi's face was, and he knew the other was crying, whole body trembling as he sobbed soundlessly.
Miya didn't call him on it, he simply held him, warmed him, calmed him and supported him.
When he was sure Aoi had finished crying Miya gently lifted the taller one's head and kissed him softly.
"You don't have to wear it, if you don't want to", he explained, still stroking the other's back softly.
Aoi merely nodded, sniffing once before wiping his still teary eyes.
After watching for a while, Bou also had crawled over, now sitting behind Aoi and when Miya nodded, the blond wrapped his arms around him, cuddling against his back. He could understand Aoi, knew that Miya sometimes was a little too straightforwards, but it was good that the older one had given in.
"Don't be sad, Aoi-kun", he mumbled, face buried into the other's neck, nuzzling the sensitive skin there.
The older one just nodded, leaning back against Bou while he took up the box, opening it and holding the collar out to Miya. 'I want it', his eyes told the younger, even though there was a little bit of reluctance there.
The dark-haired guitarist smiled warmly, taking the collar up and then reaching out to gently brush Aoi's hair back, afterwards fastening the black leather in place.
"Thank you, Aoi-kun. I promise I'll be careful", he said, leaning forward to kiss his lover again, trying to put everything he couldn't phrase into the kiss.
The kiss started almost chaste, soft and sweet, but soon it got deepened. Not only by Miya, but also by Aoi. Bou simply watched, happy that his lovers were making up, sure they'd include him soon.
And really, when the kiss got broken the dark-haired reached out and tugged Bou closer, kissing the younger passionately.
Said guitarist merely groaned into the kiss, leaving power and control to his lover. His hands were currently roaming across Aoi's chest, small hands stroking and caressing all the sensitive spots they knew.
The taller in return leaned forward and started to nibble along Miya's neck, taking the chance to gently bite soft skin.
The reaction this earned him was a real surprise, though. Immediately Miya pulled away from Bou, looking at Aoi sternly.
"What do you think you're doing, Aoi-chan?", he asked, voice low and husky.
The older one merely cocked his head, looking at Miya in confusion. But the other just grinned, taking Aoi's hands into his and holding them in place.
"You aren't used to your new position, Aoi-chan. Are you?", he said, leaning forward and nibbling on Aoi's lower lip before kissing him possessively.
"What do you mean?", the taller asked, as soon as the kiss got broken. The raven haired was now panting and straining against the hold on his wrists.
"Oh nothing.", Miya replied with an almost feral grin.
"Bou-chan, please go get me some rope", he added, while carefully pushing their older lover back on the bed, delicately positioning him there.
The implication of Miya's words hit the older one like a slap, and immediately he tried to fight back, but the other was too strong, and also he already had a hold on him.
"What do you plan to do with me, Miya-kun?", he asked, legs trying to throw the other off, who now leaned over him.
"Can't you already guess it, Aoi-chan? I intend to tie you to the headboard", he said, nibbling along Aoi's neck, leaving a bright red mark just beneath the other's collar.
All the raven-haired could do about this, was groan for his neck was rather sensitive. His body kept moving against Miya's, trying to throw the other off. But all he managed was, to bring their body's closer together, shirts riling up, so now their bare skin touched.
The younger one grinned, teasingly moving one of his thighs between the other's legs, making the taller moan sweetly. Meanwhile he pulled the other's arms over his head and closer to the headboard, where he secured them as soon as Bou got the rope. Then he pulled back, looking down at the other with a pleased smile.
"He really looks good like that, doesn't he?", Miya now asked the blond, who had moved to sit next to him.
The younger one nodded, a faint blush on his cheeks as he watched Aoi writhe on the bed, trying to get closer to the source of stimulation. But Miya had moved back and was now happy to just watch the other for a moment.
"Do you want to taste him?", he then asked, pulling Bou closer and kissing him quickly before giving the other time to answer.
Hesitantly Bou nodded.
"I'd like to...", he admitted, eyes roaming across Aoi's still clothed body.
"Then go ahead. But don't let him come", Miya ordered, pecking plush lips again before moving to the foot of the bed and settling down to watch.
Bou simply nodded, slowly moving closer to Aoi until he was straddling the other's chest, hands reaching out to unbutton the older one's shirt, leaning down to kiss and lick across the skin then presented to him.
The youngest of them loved to touch, to kiss and lick, caress and devour. Usually he wasn't given a chance to do that, but it seemed like today Miya made his dream come true. Today he could explore already familiar skin, taste the other and make him writhe beneath him. The knowledge he already had about his lover was now put to best use, for Bou fully intended to drive the other insane.
When he had unbuttoned the shirt he pushed it as far up as possible, full weight now placed on the older's stomach, in order to keep him down.
His lips then moved across the other's chest, licking and nibbling every patch of skin presented to him.
As he moved further down his hands moved to the other's pants, easily undoing them and pulling them down along with the raven haired's underwear.
When Bou reached his hips Aoi was already panting and writing, little pleads and whimpers leaving his lips as he got assaulted by sweet lips without getting real attention. At least not where he longed for it. But the younger didn't seem to care, for he now started to lick and kiss a path down one leg.
The blond took all the time he wanted with exploring the creamy skin of Aoi's things, licking and biting and kissing the sensitive skin as he made his way down the leg, searching for sensitive spots and assaulting them as soon as he found them.
With this sweet torture the younger kept Aoi constantly aroused and more then a little close to the edge. He was pleading and begging already, eyes alternating between the blond currently working him into oblivion and the black haired, who sat the foot of the bed, legs spread as he slowly stroked himself as he watched.
Especially when Bou started to lick and bite along the raven-haired's ankle it felt heavenly to the older. He barely managed to not trash around and maybe hurt Bou.
Afterwards the procedure got repeated on his other ankle and Aoi felt a certain tightening in his stomach, that made him pull back his leg, which earned him a confused look from Bou.
"What is it, Aoi-kun? did I hurt you?", the blond asked, quite concerned now.
But Aoi merely shook his head, blushing slightly as he noticed the way the other was looking him over, searching for the source of his discomfort.
"I'm close", he breathed out, giving the other his best puppy eyes.
"Please~", he then moaned, stretching his legs and trying to hook them around Bou, so he could tug the other closer to him, bring their cocks together and maybe finally get the other to push him over.
But no, instead the raven-haired watched Miya appear behind Bou, wrapping his arms around the other's waist as he looked down at Aoi, making the older strangely self-cautious, realizing exactly how exposed he was to his two lovers now. He was completely naked and his legs were spread wide enough to leave room for both of them to sit there comfortable.
Smirking smugly Miya nuzzled Bou's neck, licking a line up to the other's neck.
"doesn't he look beautiful like that? So needy and eager", he purrs, one hand reaching out to teasingly run a finger down the other's cock, further down over his balls and to his entrance, grinning as the older shivers, spreading his legs even wider open as he tried to thrust down onto the fingers.
"Do you want to get fucked, Aoi-kun? Want to feel a hard cock ram inside you?"
Groaning needily the raven-haired nodded, blushing slightly as he arched in the direction of the other two.
"Yes, please~", he moans, not looking at the other's as he completely gives up on his dignity, ready to plead and beg as much as needed to finally get what he wants.
"That's good", Miya says, smirking and again reaching out for the other, not hesitating a moment before sliding a cock-ring in place. He simply ignores the almost pained whimper.
"Can't have you coming to soon, can we?", he asks, not waiting for a reply. "Go prepare him, Bou-hime", he orders before moving up to sit next to Aoi's head, affectionately reaching out to stroke the other's hair.
Swiftly the blond moved to the bedside table, getting the lube before moving to kneel between the other's spread legs again. He didn't hesitate another moment before opening the tube, slicking his fingers and pressing the first one inside. Aoi was used to bottom, so there wasn't much resistance to a single finger.
Miya kept stroking the dark hair, making sure to calm the older with the soft touches so he wouldn't suffer from over stimulation, for he was already close.
And it really worked, for Aoi mewled softly, leaning into Miya's caress and closing his eyes and he tried to breath a little more calm, even though Bou's fingers were driving him positively insane. He just hoped the two would finally take pity on him, finally give him what he wanted, what he needed.
Luckily Bou didn't need long to prepare the other and when he pulled his hand away he looked at Miya questioningly. He had no idea what the dark-haired had planned and he really wasn't in the mood to challenge the other one.
But the elder just smiled, hands still running through the other's hair carefully, every now and again trailing over the other's shoulders.
"Just fuck him, Bou-hime. I know Aoi-kun longs for it", he said, leaning down to kiss the raven-haired softly in order to silence any protest.
All that escaped the other, though, was a long moan as Bou thrust into him, soon settling into a quick pace, experimenting with angle and force in order to find out just what would make his oldest lover scream loudest. Usually he was the one on bottom so he wasn't exactly used to this, soon loosing himself in the sensation of the other moving against him, tightening around him, driving him closer and closer to the edge.
A loud moan fell from Bou's lips when the younger gave in, riding out his orgasm and slumping down next to Aoi. He actually flushed slightly when he noticed that, for once, he had solely fixed on his own pleasure, using Aoi in order to seek orgasm. The expression on the taller's face was pain filled, his hands clenching on his bonds, cock straining and dripping precome constantly.
Originally Miya had intended to now take Bou's place, but the pained whimper Aoi made when he stopped stroking the older's head he decided against it. Instead he reached out and removed the cock-ring, stroking the stiff flesh a few times before Aoi reached orgasm, calling out his lover's names and blacking out from the force rushing through him.
When Aoi came back to consciousness the first thing he noticed was, that his hands were free and laying on his chest. The second was the soft moans he could hear from the side. Slowly he opened his eyes blinking and regaining his breath. And he really liked the sight now presented to him.
It was Miya's head, thrown back, eyes shut as he moaned.
Quickly Aoi's eyes moved down the other's body, noticing the shiny layer of sweat and then, when he reached the other's crotch, a strong hand buried in blond locks.
Neither of them noticed, that Aoi was awake and soon the dark-haired could see Miya tense, hips starting to thrust into Bou's waiting mouth as he rushed to release.
The younger merely moaned, throat relaxing as he took in the thick flesh, humming around the stiff flesh and swallowing as Miya finally let go, eyes falling shut as he finally tasted his lover's release.
A soft smile laid on Aoi's face as he watched his two lovers. He had already forgotten about the collar around his throat and, to tell the truth, he didn't really care about it anymore.