Bite the Bullet - Ruki/Aoi
Chapters: Oneshot
Genre: Smut, Humor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Going around his own kitchen half hard and being unable to have a single meal without thinking inappropriate thoughts about his own table wasn’t exactly the way Aoi liked to spend his free days. And to think it was all Ruki’s fault.
Word count: 1,745
Disclaimer: I'm in no way affiliated with the GazettE or PS Company.
Characters are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental.
Comments: Continuation to Shopping with friends for black mahogany tables, can be read as standalone.
Thank you heygeorge!
Going around his own kitchen half hard and being unable to have a single meal without thinking inappropriate thoughts about his own table wasn’t exactly the way Aoi liked to spend his free days. After all, he could only jerk off so many times until he became sore. Not to mention his hips would really start to bruise from all the bending over and the thrusting against his new table. And to think it was all Ruki’s fault.
Ruki. Ruki who used Aoi’s request to help him find a new kitchen table as an opportunity to go on a mad shopping spree of his own. Ruki who took Aoi completely by surprise, grabbing his ass and bending him over the said table in the middle of the shopping mall. Like it was nothing more than a friendly pat on the back. Ruki who planted all these horny thoughts inside Aoi’s head. Like he already didn’t have enough of them on his own. Ruki who somehow managed to misplace a box with one of his newly bought rings inside Aoi’s shopping bag. And Ruki who suddenly decided he had to wear that particular ring tomorrow morning and couldn’t wait for Aoi to bring it by the studio tomorrow afternoon.
Ruki who was currently sitting in Aoi’s living room, waiting for Aoi to bring him a glass of water. Or that was what Aoi thought. Because Ruki’s voice suddenly coming from behind him and not from the direction of the living room startled the crap out of him, almost making him drop the glass he was taking out of the cupboard.
“Looks good,” Ruki said.
Turning around, Aoi could only stare at Ruki with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Getting a grip on himself he shifted his gaze towards the table Ruki was obviously talking about. Shiny, black and imposing. It really looked good in Aoi’s kitchen. Even an empty cup of instant noodles Aoi had for dinner couldn’t ruin the scene. Looking back at Ruki he suddenly really wished he hadn’t. He had enough trouble with just the table inside his apartment. Now with Ruki there as well it was quickly getting too much for Aoi to handle. His pants were already getting just a little bit tighter. Sprouting an erection in the middle of his kitchen, in the company of both Ruki and the table was out of the question. He had to get out of there and get out of there fast.
Leaving an empty glass on the counter and completely forgetting his hospitality, Aoi made a feeble attempt of an escape with the excuse of going to find Ruki’s ring. What he didn’t count on was that Ruki seemed to have different ideas in his mind, thus blocking Aoi’s only escape route by practically lodging himself in the doorway. He might have been shorter than Aoi and on a regular day Aoi would squeeze past him with no trouble at all but he really didn’t feel like trying his luck at that particular moment. Not when Ruki’s eyes glinted in such a peculiar way and when Ruki’s mouth twisted into a grin Aoi considered just a little bit frightening. Instead of trying to get out, Aoi stopped dead in his tracks, only to start backing away slowly when he noticed Ruki advancing towards him. His hip colliding with a corner of the table, Aoi yelped, grimacing in pain. Luckily for him the table didn’t have any sharp angles, but banging oneself on the edge of the table still hurt quite a bit.
With the table behind him and Ruki now directly in front of him, Aoi realized he was the one going to get banged on the table any moment now. Both palms on the table’s surface by Aoi’s sides, Ruki had him successfully trapped. An impish grin on his face, Ruki swept the empty cup of noodles off the table, sending it clattering to the floor. Aoi only had the time for one convulsive gulp before Ruki’s lips were on his own. Ruki’s tongue invading his mouth, his teeth biting Aoi’s upper lip, Ruki’s mouth sucking Aoi’s tongue out, and Aoi could only moan in surrender. Flailing around helplessly, he didn’t know what to do with his hands. He wanted to claw against Ruki’s chest, grip Ruki’s shoulders for support, grab around Ruki’s waist and just hold on tightly, everything at the same time.
On the contrary, Ruki knew exactly what he was doing with his hands. He groped Aoi’s ass and grabbed his hips, grinding their growing erections together. Aoi’s needy mewls didn’t get anywhere further than Ruki’s mouth. Ruki’s hands roaming over Aoi’s torso were more focused on taking his shirt off than giving Aoi any real pleasure. Aoi’s hip was still throbbing, but it was nothing compared to the throbbing of his cock. Feeling Ruki move away he followed blindly, wanting to prolong the kiss a few seconds more before opening his eyes and shifting them back into focus. Feeling Ruki tug on his shirt he lifted his arms up, letting him take it off and throw it on the floor. He’d usually object to his clothes being so carelessly discarded but with Ruki kissing down his neck who cared where his shirt ended.
Licking a path down Aoi’s chest, Ruki didn’t take time finding Aoi’ weak spots. Mouth sucking on a spot underneath Aoi’s bellybutton, Ruki’s hands undid the strings of Aoi’s pants. Getting back up, Ruki latched his mouth on the side of Aoi’s neck, almost absentmindedly stroking Aoi’s erection with his hand. One hand gripping Ruki’s shoulder and the other one on the table’s edge, Aoi’s hip movements grew frantic against Ruki’s hand.
Hands on Aoi’s hips, Ruki stopped their movements, turning Aoi around, making Aoi face the table and away from him. A hand brushed a few strands away from Aoi’s neck. Travelling down his spine, it settled on the small of Aoi’s back before pushing Aoi towards the table’s surface, bending him over just like that first time in the furniture section of the shopping mall. Feeling elated, Aoi complied without a word.
Remaining completely still, there was a sound of shuffling from behind and Ruki was taking something out of his pockets. He placed a condom and a package of lube on the table next to Aoi. Aoi heard Ruki unzip his pants and the rustle of clothes that followed before seeing his hand grab a package and rip it open. A sudden slap on his ass surprised him, he jerked forward, hissing in pain when he bumped his hip bones against the table edge. The feeling of Ruki’s hand sloppily spreading the lube across his asshole excited him and before he knew it Ruki was pushing one finger, two fingers, and three fingers inside of him. Stretching him quickly, Ruki didn’t bother finding Aoi’s special spot. Soon the fingers were gone, the sound of condom wrapper being opened followed. His palms against the table’s surface, Aoi straightened up a little, trying to prepare himself for what was to come.
Without any warning Ruki pushed inside forcefully, sending Aoi toppling over the table. Aoi tried to voice his displeasure over the callous treatment but instead of an articulate retort all that came out of his mouth was an inarticulate wail when Ruki pulled back and slammed harshly into him for the second time. Before he could back out again, Aoi clenched his fingers around Ruki’s soft ass, preventing him from moving.
“Fuck, Ruki. Give me a moment to adjust,” he finally managed to grit out.
Ruki’s only response was a loud disbelieving snort, but despite his reaction, he let Aoi hold on to him, continuing to rock his hips against Aoi’s ass.
Letting go of Ruki, Aoi positioned both elbows next to his head, resting his forehead on the back of his hands and breathing deeply. At that moment he was immensely grateful for the surface that kept him up, providing a much needed support for his wobbly legs. Brushing his palm across Aoi’s curved back, Ruki leaned over him, taking a handful of his hair, twisting Aoi’s neck around so he could look him straight in the face. Pulling Aoi’s head up somewhat painfully, Ruki planted a sloppy kiss on the side of his mouth before letting go of Aoi’s hair and starting to thrust into him once again.
Hands gripping Aoi’s waist, Ruki set up a hard pace, slamming into Aoi’s ass over and over again. Aoi felt like clawing at the table’s surface, his fingers trying to find something to hold on to, but only managing to slide across the polished surface. Finally stretching his arms above his head he gripped the opposite edge of the table. His upper body sliding against the surface with each thrust from behind, his breathing getting more labored, he held onto the table tightly. He couldn’t reach for his cock, but the occasional brush against his prostate now and then kept building the pressure inside his stomach. His hipbones colliding with the edge of the table over and over again only added to the sensation. This time he was certain there’ll be more than visible bruises left.
Ruki’s movements growing completely erratic, a particular vicious thrust of Ruki’s cock inside him sent Aoi over the edge. Arching his back upwards, he was coming, shooting a stream of cum underneath the table, soiling the black and white tiles of his kitchen floor. Ruki’s fingers digging into Aoi’s flesh particularly painfully, his hips jerking out of control, burying himself completely inside Aoi, Ruki was coming too.
All spent, occasional shivers still raking through his body, Aoi slumped against the table. Ruki fell on top of him, his face between Aoi’s shoulder blades. He licked the sheen of sweat he found there before straightening up and pulling out. Moving his head to the side, Aoi saw Ruki taking off a condom, strolling over to the corner and flinging it in the trash can.
“I am starving. You have something to eat in here?” he asked, pulling his pants up.
“In the cupboard,” Aoi replied, still trying to regain his breath against the table.
Opening the said cupboard, Ruki frowned at the solitary cup of instant noodles he found there. “Next time I am bringing some dinner,” he concluded.
Hugging his table tiredly, all Aoi could do was whimper from happiness of what Ruki’s casual remark implied.
AN: Well, here it is, the table porn written for lamb chop. In the end I am not too confident about it. You thoughts would be nice. Thank you.
Genre: Smut, Humor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Going around his own kitchen half hard and being unable to have a single meal without thinking inappropriate thoughts about his own table wasn’t exactly the way Aoi liked to spend his free days. And to think it was all Ruki’s fault.
Word count: 1,745
Disclaimer: I'm in no way affiliated with the GazettE or PS Company.
Characters are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental.
Comments: Continuation to Shopping with friends for black mahogany tables, can be read as standalone.
Thank you heygeorge!
Going around his own kitchen half hard and being unable to have a single meal without thinking inappropriate thoughts about his own table wasn’t exactly the way Aoi liked to spend his free days. After all, he could only jerk off so many times until he became sore. Not to mention his hips would really start to bruise from all the bending over and the thrusting against his new table. And to think it was all Ruki’s fault.
Ruki. Ruki who used Aoi’s request to help him find a new kitchen table as an opportunity to go on a mad shopping spree of his own. Ruki who took Aoi completely by surprise, grabbing his ass and bending him over the said table in the middle of the shopping mall. Like it was nothing more than a friendly pat on the back. Ruki who planted all these horny thoughts inside Aoi’s head. Like he already didn’t have enough of them on his own. Ruki who somehow managed to misplace a box with one of his newly bought rings inside Aoi’s shopping bag. And Ruki who suddenly decided he had to wear that particular ring tomorrow morning and couldn’t wait for Aoi to bring it by the studio tomorrow afternoon.
Ruki who was currently sitting in Aoi’s living room, waiting for Aoi to bring him a glass of water. Or that was what Aoi thought. Because Ruki’s voice suddenly coming from behind him and not from the direction of the living room startled the crap out of him, almost making him drop the glass he was taking out of the cupboard.
“Looks good,” Ruki said.
Turning around, Aoi could only stare at Ruki with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Getting a grip on himself he shifted his gaze towards the table Ruki was obviously talking about. Shiny, black and imposing. It really looked good in Aoi’s kitchen. Even an empty cup of instant noodles Aoi had for dinner couldn’t ruin the scene. Looking back at Ruki he suddenly really wished he hadn’t. He had enough trouble with just the table inside his apartment. Now with Ruki there as well it was quickly getting too much for Aoi to handle. His pants were already getting just a little bit tighter. Sprouting an erection in the middle of his kitchen, in the company of both Ruki and the table was out of the question. He had to get out of there and get out of there fast.
Leaving an empty glass on the counter and completely forgetting his hospitality, Aoi made a feeble attempt of an escape with the excuse of going to find Ruki’s ring. What he didn’t count on was that Ruki seemed to have different ideas in his mind, thus blocking Aoi’s only escape route by practically lodging himself in the doorway. He might have been shorter than Aoi and on a regular day Aoi would squeeze past him with no trouble at all but he really didn’t feel like trying his luck at that particular moment. Not when Ruki’s eyes glinted in such a peculiar way and when Ruki’s mouth twisted into a grin Aoi considered just a little bit frightening. Instead of trying to get out, Aoi stopped dead in his tracks, only to start backing away slowly when he noticed Ruki advancing towards him. His hip colliding with a corner of the table, Aoi yelped, grimacing in pain. Luckily for him the table didn’t have any sharp angles, but banging oneself on the edge of the table still hurt quite a bit.
With the table behind him and Ruki now directly in front of him, Aoi realized he was the one going to get banged on the table any moment now. Both palms on the table’s surface by Aoi’s sides, Ruki had him successfully trapped. An impish grin on his face, Ruki swept the empty cup of noodles off the table, sending it clattering to the floor. Aoi only had the time for one convulsive gulp before Ruki’s lips were on his own. Ruki’s tongue invading his mouth, his teeth biting Aoi’s upper lip, Ruki’s mouth sucking Aoi’s tongue out, and Aoi could only moan in surrender. Flailing around helplessly, he didn’t know what to do with his hands. He wanted to claw against Ruki’s chest, grip Ruki’s shoulders for support, grab around Ruki’s waist and just hold on tightly, everything at the same time.
On the contrary, Ruki knew exactly what he was doing with his hands. He groped Aoi’s ass and grabbed his hips, grinding their growing erections together. Aoi’s needy mewls didn’t get anywhere further than Ruki’s mouth. Ruki’s hands roaming over Aoi’s torso were more focused on taking his shirt off than giving Aoi any real pleasure. Aoi’s hip was still throbbing, but it was nothing compared to the throbbing of his cock. Feeling Ruki move away he followed blindly, wanting to prolong the kiss a few seconds more before opening his eyes and shifting them back into focus. Feeling Ruki tug on his shirt he lifted his arms up, letting him take it off and throw it on the floor. He’d usually object to his clothes being so carelessly discarded but with Ruki kissing down his neck who cared where his shirt ended.
Licking a path down Aoi’s chest, Ruki didn’t take time finding Aoi’ weak spots. Mouth sucking on a spot underneath Aoi’s bellybutton, Ruki’s hands undid the strings of Aoi’s pants. Getting back up, Ruki latched his mouth on the side of Aoi’s neck, almost absentmindedly stroking Aoi’s erection with his hand. One hand gripping Ruki’s shoulder and the other one on the table’s edge, Aoi’s hip movements grew frantic against Ruki’s hand.
Hands on Aoi’s hips, Ruki stopped their movements, turning Aoi around, making Aoi face the table and away from him. A hand brushed a few strands away from Aoi’s neck. Travelling down his spine, it settled on the small of Aoi’s back before pushing Aoi towards the table’s surface, bending him over just like that first time in the furniture section of the shopping mall. Feeling elated, Aoi complied without a word.
Remaining completely still, there was a sound of shuffling from behind and Ruki was taking something out of his pockets. He placed a condom and a package of lube on the table next to Aoi. Aoi heard Ruki unzip his pants and the rustle of clothes that followed before seeing his hand grab a package and rip it open. A sudden slap on his ass surprised him, he jerked forward, hissing in pain when he bumped his hip bones against the table edge. The feeling of Ruki’s hand sloppily spreading the lube across his asshole excited him and before he knew it Ruki was pushing one finger, two fingers, and three fingers inside of him. Stretching him quickly, Ruki didn’t bother finding Aoi’s special spot. Soon the fingers were gone, the sound of condom wrapper being opened followed. His palms against the table’s surface, Aoi straightened up a little, trying to prepare himself for what was to come.
Without any warning Ruki pushed inside forcefully, sending Aoi toppling over the table. Aoi tried to voice his displeasure over the callous treatment but instead of an articulate retort all that came out of his mouth was an inarticulate wail when Ruki pulled back and slammed harshly into him for the second time. Before he could back out again, Aoi clenched his fingers around Ruki’s soft ass, preventing him from moving.
“Fuck, Ruki. Give me a moment to adjust,” he finally managed to grit out.
Ruki’s only response was a loud disbelieving snort, but despite his reaction, he let Aoi hold on to him, continuing to rock his hips against Aoi’s ass.
Letting go of Ruki, Aoi positioned both elbows next to his head, resting his forehead on the back of his hands and breathing deeply. At that moment he was immensely grateful for the surface that kept him up, providing a much needed support for his wobbly legs. Brushing his palm across Aoi’s curved back, Ruki leaned over him, taking a handful of his hair, twisting Aoi’s neck around so he could look him straight in the face. Pulling Aoi’s head up somewhat painfully, Ruki planted a sloppy kiss on the side of his mouth before letting go of Aoi’s hair and starting to thrust into him once again.
Hands gripping Aoi’s waist, Ruki set up a hard pace, slamming into Aoi’s ass over and over again. Aoi felt like clawing at the table’s surface, his fingers trying to find something to hold on to, but only managing to slide across the polished surface. Finally stretching his arms above his head he gripped the opposite edge of the table. His upper body sliding against the surface with each thrust from behind, his breathing getting more labored, he held onto the table tightly. He couldn’t reach for his cock, but the occasional brush against his prostate now and then kept building the pressure inside his stomach. His hipbones colliding with the edge of the table over and over again only added to the sensation. This time he was certain there’ll be more than visible bruises left.
Ruki’s movements growing completely erratic, a particular vicious thrust of Ruki’s cock inside him sent Aoi over the edge. Arching his back upwards, he was coming, shooting a stream of cum underneath the table, soiling the black and white tiles of his kitchen floor. Ruki’s fingers digging into Aoi’s flesh particularly painfully, his hips jerking out of control, burying himself completely inside Aoi, Ruki was coming too.
All spent, occasional shivers still raking through his body, Aoi slumped against the table. Ruki fell on top of him, his face between Aoi’s shoulder blades. He licked the sheen of sweat he found there before straightening up and pulling out. Moving his head to the side, Aoi saw Ruki taking off a condom, strolling over to the corner and flinging it in the trash can.
“I am starving. You have something to eat in here?” he asked, pulling his pants up.
“In the cupboard,” Aoi replied, still trying to regain his breath against the table.
Opening the said cupboard, Ruki frowned at the solitary cup of instant noodles he found there. “Next time I am bringing some dinner,” he concluded.
Hugging his table tiredly, all Aoi could do was whimper from happiness of what Ruki’s casual remark implied.
AN: Well, here it is, the table porn written for lamb chop. In the end I am not too confident about it. You thoughts would be nice. Thank you.