[Challenge][jfetish_15]Revenge
Title: Revenge
Chapter: 1/1
Author:elfling_eryn
Band/Pairing: Miya/Bou/Aoi
Theme: #03. Acousticophilia
Rating: R
Warnings: handjob, porn-watching, implied fucking
Summary: Aoi gets his revenge for Clubbing
Note: Written for jfetish_15
As soon as they reached their apartment Aoi flopped down on the living room couch. He'd mostly calmed down on the way home, but now that Bou had gone to take a shower and Miya had gone to his room to change, Aoi fully intended to take his revenge.
He knew that all begging and pleading wouldn't do it with his two cruel friends so he had come up with something better. Without any further ado he turned on the TV and also the DVD-player. He knew what would be in there since neither of them had used the player in a while. Thinking a little he looked at the promising slide-shows before picking the one that was enticing him most, sitting back and unbuttoning his pants as the two men on the screen fooled around on the bed, feeding each other and tickling some.
Aoi sunk a little lower on the couch, pushing pants and boxers down his legs. He might look desperate to others, jerking off in the living room while his two good looking lovers were in the same apartment. But Aoi knew what his moaning would do to them, how the sound of his pants and groans would turn them on. He knew he'd most likely get punishment for this later on, but for now he reveled in the knowledge that he was giving them the second hard-on of the evening. And all that just because he watched one of the men on the bed getting pinned down and undressed slowly. It was obvious that the uke was struggling just for show, but that didn't make it all the more hot to watch.
A long groan left Aoi and his hand sped up when handcuffs clicked in place, and when struggling legs were held down, Aoi's body tensed, a mewl falling from his lips.
Up on the second floor Bou was startled when he left his bathroom only to hear Aoi's moans call up to him. A shudder went down his spine when he thought that maybe Miya had taken pity on the raven-haired and fucked him in the living room. But then he heard more pronounced moans that obviously belonged to some cheap porn, making Bou groan at the mental image of Aoi touching himself in the living room, most likely still wearing the red dress-shirt.
Quickly he opened the door, walking out onto the small balcony and looked down into the living room, biting his lower lip at the view he had on his friend.
Aoi was sprawled across the couch, eyes half-closed and fixed on the screen that Bou couldn't see. His hand was moving fast in his lap, other hand between his legs, moving steadily and most likely copying someone else's fucking.
When Bou trailed his eyes across the room he saw Miya leaning against his doorframe, hunger obvious. Seemingly the dark-haired was watching for a while already, hand slowly rubbing the bulge in his pants. It seemed like the other, too, had been lured outside by purposeful moaning.
But neither of them wanted to lower themselves enough to go take what they wanted. They both inwardly insisted they weren't as enticed as they were. After all this was just Aoi, tall, hot, girly Aoi, stroking himself to release with cheap porn. He was the low one, the one that needed this when he could have just come to them.
Nonetheless Bou's cock, too, reacted to the sounds, the sight. A moan fell from his lips when he saw Aoi's eyes fall shut, the older guitarist's name leaving his lips in a breathy groan when his fingers inside him sped up. So he was really thinking of them.
It didn't take much longer for Aoi to reach his orgasm, moaning loudly and tensing as his release stained the shirt. Panting he laid there, blushing hard when he heard applause over his own pants and moans over the blood rushing in his ears.
A satisfied smirk crept onto his lips as he sat up some, turning off the TV. He looked up at Bou and waved before smirking at Miya, blowing him a kiss as he walked past him into his own room to get to bed. After all he needed to get up early the next day, didn't he?
The other two guitarists groaned when Aoi left, before they began to chuckle and then laugh, looking at each other pitifully.
Quickly Bou went down to Miya, joining the other for one last round between the sheets before they, too, fell asleep, both plotting how to get the other back for this.
Chapter: 1/1
Author:elfling_eryn
Band/Pairing: Miya/Bou/Aoi
Theme: #03. Acousticophilia
Rating: R
Warnings: handjob, porn-watching, implied fucking
Summary: Aoi gets his revenge for Clubbing
Note: Written for jfetish_15
As soon as they reached their apartment Aoi flopped down on the living room couch. He'd mostly calmed down on the way home, but now that Bou had gone to take a shower and Miya had gone to his room to change, Aoi fully intended to take his revenge.
He knew that all begging and pleading wouldn't do it with his two cruel friends so he had come up with something better. Without any further ado he turned on the TV and also the DVD-player. He knew what would be in there since neither of them had used the player in a while. Thinking a little he looked at the promising slide-shows before picking the one that was enticing him most, sitting back and unbuttoning his pants as the two men on the screen fooled around on the bed, feeding each other and tickling some.
Aoi sunk a little lower on the couch, pushing pants and boxers down his legs. He might look desperate to others, jerking off in the living room while his two good looking lovers were in the same apartment. But Aoi knew what his moaning would do to them, how the sound of his pants and groans would turn them on. He knew he'd most likely get punishment for this later on, but for now he reveled in the knowledge that he was giving them the second hard-on of the evening. And all that just because he watched one of the men on the bed getting pinned down and undressed slowly. It was obvious that the uke was struggling just for show, but that didn't make it all the more hot to watch.
A long groan left Aoi and his hand sped up when handcuffs clicked in place, and when struggling legs were held down, Aoi's body tensed, a mewl falling from his lips.
Up on the second floor Bou was startled when he left his bathroom only to hear Aoi's moans call up to him. A shudder went down his spine when he thought that maybe Miya had taken pity on the raven-haired and fucked him in the living room. But then he heard more pronounced moans that obviously belonged to some cheap porn, making Bou groan at the mental image of Aoi touching himself in the living room, most likely still wearing the red dress-shirt.
Quickly he opened the door, walking out onto the small balcony and looked down into the living room, biting his lower lip at the view he had on his friend.
Aoi was sprawled across the couch, eyes half-closed and fixed on the screen that Bou couldn't see. His hand was moving fast in his lap, other hand between his legs, moving steadily and most likely copying someone else's fucking.
When Bou trailed his eyes across the room he saw Miya leaning against his doorframe, hunger obvious. Seemingly the dark-haired was watching for a while already, hand slowly rubbing the bulge in his pants. It seemed like the other, too, had been lured outside by purposeful moaning.
But neither of them wanted to lower themselves enough to go take what they wanted. They both inwardly insisted they weren't as enticed as they were. After all this was just Aoi, tall, hot, girly Aoi, stroking himself to release with cheap porn. He was the low one, the one that needed this when he could have just come to them.
Nonetheless Bou's cock, too, reacted to the sounds, the sight. A moan fell from his lips when he saw Aoi's eyes fall shut, the older guitarist's name leaving his lips in a breathy groan when his fingers inside him sped up. So he was really thinking of them.
It didn't take much longer for Aoi to reach his orgasm, moaning loudly and tensing as his release stained the shirt. Panting he laid there, blushing hard when he heard applause over his own pants and moans over the blood rushing in his ears.
A satisfied smirk crept onto his lips as he sat up some, turning off the TV. He looked up at Bou and waved before smirking at Miya, blowing him a kiss as he walked past him into his own room to get to bed. After all he needed to get up early the next day, didn't he?
The other two guitarists groaned when Aoi left, before they began to chuckle and then laugh, looking at each other pitifully.
Quickly Bou went down to Miya, joining the other for one last round between the sheets before they, too, fell asleep, both plotting how to get the other back for this.