Gift Fic For yumemirunosekai
To: yumemirunosekai
From: santa_johnny
Title: The ties that bind (the things we hide)
Pairing/Group: Kamenashi Kazuya/Ueda Tatsuya
Rating: R
Warnings: BDSM, (switching) D/s relationship, whipping, spanking, bondage, mentions of gag-usage, slight angst
Notes: I really hope you enjoy this, yumemirunosekai. Happy Holidays!
Summary: Tonight, all thoughts of making Ueda wait are far from his mind.
“Lie on the bed, face down,” he commands in a soft voice, edging closer to it himself with several pieces of black silk in hand.
The same, unmistakable thrill he gets when someone obeys him runs down his spine when Ueda lowers himself onto his bed without a moments hesitation, hands coming up to grip the bedposts. Without a word, Kamenashi deftly wraps the silk material around Ueda’s right wrist and the bedpost, tying it using the knots that have become second nature to the both of them after years of practice. The same process is repeated with Ueda’s left wrist and each of his ankles, each time making sure there’s enough room between the material and Ueda’s skin so that escape would be possible if really desired.
“Lift your head,” he murmurs, covering Ueda’s eyes with the remaining piece of silk when he complies, “I’m going to try something new today. I think you’ll like it.”
Ueda looks as good as usual, naked and tied up to his bed, and Kame can’t help but take a moment to admire the sight before walking away. The longest he’d left him in that position was an hour and forty-three minutes while he swivelled around in his desk chair reading his book. To his credit Ueda hadn’t complained, but neither had he come back for three months no matter how strong his desire to submit became.
Tonight, however, all thoughts of making Ueda wait are far from his mind as he strides to his wardrobe and pulls out two things; the riding crop Ueda had gone with him to buy, the one they’d passed around back and forth before deciding it was adequately stiff, and a new, surprise purchase he’d been looking forward to try since before Vancouver.
He twirls the surprise toy once on his way back to Ueda, and then without warning brings the silk flogger in contact with flesh, running it all the way down Ueda’s back and right to his buttocks. The shuddering sigh that emerges from Ueda’s lips pleases him greatly, eternally grateful for Ueda’s resistance when it comes to himself, even though he has no qualms about using them on Kame. He’s only just getting started, and Kame wants to hear every single thing Ueda feels tonight.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He’d tried it on himself the day he’d bought it, run the flowing, knotted ends of the device all over his body. In the store, it had been the tickling sensation the swirling motion on his hand had produced that convinced him to buy it in the first place, but he hadn’t expected it to leave him breathless on the very bed Ueda was now tied to.
The same motion now causes Ueda to flail as much as he really can with his limbs restricted, and Kame thinks this is one of the best things he’s ever purchased.
“I thought I’d try tickling you tonight,” Kame raises his voice over Ueda’s whimpers. “I was thinking about us the other day. Wondered why I hadn’t tried tickling you.” He pauses only to sweep the many strands across Ueda’s back again, causing a violent tremble, “when you’re so sensitive to it. I figured I was missing out on a lot.”
Ueda says nothing, but Kame sees him cringe and try to shy away as best as he can to get away from the fast-moving flogger.
“Okay,” Kame says in his best honeyed voice when he thought he’d tickled Ueda enough, “I’ll stop for now.”
He gives Ueda a bit of time to catch his breath, and then using his right hand, cracks down the riding crop right on Ueda’s ass, making him cry out in pain and thrash even wilder than before.
“Is this better? Do you prefer this to being tickled?” Once again, the whip is raised high and brought down. It’s startling how much he’d gotten used to whips, how the sound of it in motion became pleasing to his ears, though nothing can compare with the sound of Ueda’s cries.
“You’ve missed this, haven’t you? You want another one?” he asks while he waits for Ueda’s trembling to subside. It’s been a while since they’d done this, and Kame doesn’t want to build up the pain too quickly, no matter how eager or ready Ueda had said he was.
Thirty seconds to adjust, and then another lashing. Another gasp, and Kame raises his right hand to repeat, but changes his mind in a split second.
With his left hand, the unforgotten silk flogger was brought down onto flesh like it were a whip, and the moan that escapes is loud and heavy and so surprising he immediately does it again.
The whip has always been Ueda’s favourite, along with blindfolds and silk. Kame likes handcuffs and rope and hands and the occasional paddle. Whips hadn’t ever factored into his equation at all but when they first began, Ueda persuaded him to try. He still hadn’t liked them after the first time, but seeing and hearing Ueda’s reaction to them helped. The silk flogger was his way of compromising, because after all, Kame’s modus operandi is to tease, above causing pain.
He continued in this way, alternating a couple lashings of the silk, and then with the riding crop, everywhere he knows Ueda likes it best. His ass, especially, quick strokes on the tender flesh. His thighs. Silk, running along his sides, making him squirm. And with each stroke, each lashing, Ueda’s shouts become louder, his moans higher, his skin lightly flushed with splotchy pink.
“Are you surprised?” Kame purrs. “That I can continue to surprise you?” The riding crop. “Personally, I’m rather pleased.” The silk.
“Kazuya,” Ueda whispers, voice hoarse and breathing uneven.
The riding crop, causing a high-pitched whine. “I didn’t say you could speak.”
With his forehead pressed against the mattress, Ueda’s breathing becomes more and more laboured, and Kame can see his grip on the bedposts has tightened. Kame lowers both his arms and perches on the nearest bedpost to watch, and wait. For Ueda’s sighs to become whimpers, for him to brace himself even more.
Ueda falls apart like he always does, restless and edgy, unable to stand the sudden respite. Kame knows that if allowed to speak, his name is likely to be called out in a panicked question, and that it’s taking Ueda all of his self control not to do precisely that.
The two devices fall from his hands to the floor with loud clatters, and even that sound is enough to startle Ueda, his senses all the more heightened.
The first smack of Ueda’s ass rings loud and clear, drowned out only by a low, piercing moan, and what was once pink was now red. He can feel himself getting a little hard, enjoying the feeling of Ueda’s flesh underneath his palms. For the time being he ignores the strain, running his hands slowly along the back of Ueda’s thighs, higher and higher until he’s kneading his ass, and Kame can no longer pretend that he’s not affected by Ueda’s noises.
“Do you want something?” Kame asks after one more slap, one more cry of pain. “Speak.”
It’s a while before he gets an answer, Ueda struggling to to subside his whimpers. When he does, his words come out choked. “Please let me come.”
Kame takes his sweet time making a circle around the bed and untying all the knots. “Roll onto your back,” he instructs when Ueda has dropped all of his limbs back to the mattress.
Ueda’s face is flushed, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. Kame brushes Ueda’s damp fringe out of his eyes before climbing onto the bed himself and positioning himself on his knees between legs that instantly spread open for him. He wraps a hand around Ueda’s hard cock and smears precome slowly around the tip with his thumb, the fingers of his other hand skating across Ueda’s thighs, tracing lines along Ueda’s abdomen, lightly skimming Ueda’s balls. His strokes are long and slow to begin with, and then he speeds up, faster and faster while Ueda’s moans and cries of his name get louder before arching and spilling into Kame’s hand.
With a soft sigh, Ueda falls back to the bed, his eyes shut tight as he lies still, deep breaths in and out. Kame clambers off the bed and uses tissues from his nightstand to gently clean them both up. Next, the quilt he’d dumped in the corner is picked up and unfolded so he covers Ueda with it. He climbs in beside him to wait for him to awaken from his daze, making sure to leave some distance between them even though right now all he wants to do is hold Ueda in his arms. Waiting is what frightens Kame the most; there’s always the possibility that Ueda didn’t get what he wanted, what he needed, that Kame could no longer satisfy.
They’re both dominants. Mostly, anyway. There’s a large part of Ueda that needs to submit to someone, to be totally, utterly, under someone else’s control. Kame had recognised it only after a long conversation at his apartment one night years ago, purely on accident and only after he’d pressed for more answers. He’d recognised it because he’s the same, and sometimes it’s Ueda who’s pounding him into the bed sheets, both nipples clamped as his mouth opens around the gag in a silent scream.
He carefully reaches a hand out, taking it as a good sign when Ueda doesn’t pull away.
This thing they have works because they understand each other, understand completely what this lifestyle entails, and because there’s always been something about Ueda that makes Kame want to take care of him it’s always felt like second nature. It doesn’t work because it took Ueda years to accept this side of himself, and Kame keeps wondering if the internal struggle is still ongoing. He was actually surprised to find Ueda on his doorstep tonight, five months after their last tryst.
Ueda shifts so he can meet his eyes, and when he rolls towards him Kame hugs him, showering his face with kisses when Ueda’s arms come up to wrap around him, too. He can’t help it. He’s overly affectionate, and tonight Ueda lets him press kisses on his forehead, on his cheeks, while holding onto him tightly.
It takes him by surprise when Ueda grabs his face and angles it so they’re lips meet, and Kame can feel his guilt slowly ebbing away as they kiss.
“You look so scared of me right now,” Ueda deadpans when they break apart, and Kame laughs.
“I’m always scared of you, Uepon.”
Ueda snorts at that but then his eyes turn soft, tracing a finger along Kame’s jaw. “Thank you,” Ueda whispers and kisses him again, rougher than before.
Despite himself, he whines when Ueda pulls away.
“You’re still hard,” Ueda points out, which isn’t strictly true.
Kame shakes his head. “Not anymore. Don’t bother, you’re tired and it might hurt to move.” He extends an arm to Ueda’s shoulder but it’s shaken off with a scowl.
“Stop underestimating me, Kame,” Ueda retorts on his way down, pulling down his pants and his boxers at the same time.
“I’m not, but you really don’t have to,” Kame protests. He can still see the pink welts on Ueda’s sides, and there are definitely lots more on Ueda’s back.
“Should’ve brought the gag,” Ueda mutters, but before Kame has the opportunity to argue even further, one long stripe is licked along his half-heard length before a hot mouth closes in around it, hands fondling his balls, and all of it is effective enough to render him into silence.
Ueda doesn’t take his eyes off Kame once, and swallows his come effortlessly while Kame’s face contorts with pleasure.
“Will you stay tonight?” Kame asks after he’s recovered and has pulled Ueda back up to his mouth.
Ueda doesn’t stay all the time. In fact, Ueda probably leaves more than he stays. But Kame asks anyway, because he still has hope. He’ll never express it outright, his desire to hold Ueda until they both fall asleep, to cook breakfast for two the next morning, because he’s not sure how long Ueda will stay away this time if he does. So he asks in the most innocuous way he knows how, wishing, hoping.
It’s really a struggle to stop himself from smiling when Ueda shakes his head against his arm. “No, I’ll stay here for a bit longer. It’s cold out there. I don’t need to be anywhere tomorrow.” Though his voice is gruff, it feels Kame with hope.
“I’ll make you breakfast,” Kame promises.
“Then I’ll have to run even more this week,” Ueda grumbles, but Kame snickers at the lack of bite in his voice.
“It’ll be worth it.”
He kisses Ueda on the cheek before reaching over to turn off the light. Kame knows that tomorrow Ueda will leave laden with a flurry of excuses and setting in motion another long stretch of time before the next visit. But tonight he’s here in the crook of Kame’s arm.
“Goodnight.”
From: santa_johnny
Title: The ties that bind (the things we hide)
Pairing/Group: Kamenashi Kazuya/Ueda Tatsuya
Rating: R
Warnings: BDSM, (switching) D/s relationship, whipping, spanking, bondage, mentions of gag-usage, slight angst
Notes: I really hope you enjoy this, yumemirunosekai. Happy Holidays!
Summary: Tonight, all thoughts of making Ueda wait are far from his mind.
“Lie on the bed, face down,” he commands in a soft voice, edging closer to it himself with several pieces of black silk in hand.
The same, unmistakable thrill he gets when someone obeys him runs down his spine when Ueda lowers himself onto his bed without a moments hesitation, hands coming up to grip the bedposts. Without a word, Kamenashi deftly wraps the silk material around Ueda’s right wrist and the bedpost, tying it using the knots that have become second nature to the both of them after years of practice. The same process is repeated with Ueda’s left wrist and each of his ankles, each time making sure there’s enough room between the material and Ueda’s skin so that escape would be possible if really desired.
“Lift your head,” he murmurs, covering Ueda’s eyes with the remaining piece of silk when he complies, “I’m going to try something new today. I think you’ll like it.”
Ueda looks as good as usual, naked and tied up to his bed, and Kame can’t help but take a moment to admire the sight before walking away. The longest he’d left him in that position was an hour and forty-three minutes while he swivelled around in his desk chair reading his book. To his credit Ueda hadn’t complained, but neither had he come back for three months no matter how strong his desire to submit became.
Tonight, however, all thoughts of making Ueda wait are far from his mind as he strides to his wardrobe and pulls out two things; the riding crop Ueda had gone with him to buy, the one they’d passed around back and forth before deciding it was adequately stiff, and a new, surprise purchase he’d been looking forward to try since before Vancouver.
He twirls the surprise toy once on his way back to Ueda, and then without warning brings the silk flogger in contact with flesh, running it all the way down Ueda’s back and right to his buttocks. The shuddering sigh that emerges from Ueda’s lips pleases him greatly, eternally grateful for Ueda’s resistance when it comes to himself, even though he has no qualms about using them on Kame. He’s only just getting started, and Kame wants to hear every single thing Ueda feels tonight.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He’d tried it on himself the day he’d bought it, run the flowing, knotted ends of the device all over his body. In the store, it had been the tickling sensation the swirling motion on his hand had produced that convinced him to buy it in the first place, but he hadn’t expected it to leave him breathless on the very bed Ueda was now tied to.
The same motion now causes Ueda to flail as much as he really can with his limbs restricted, and Kame thinks this is one of the best things he’s ever purchased.
“I thought I’d try tickling you tonight,” Kame raises his voice over Ueda’s whimpers. “I was thinking about us the other day. Wondered why I hadn’t tried tickling you.” He pauses only to sweep the many strands across Ueda’s back again, causing a violent tremble, “when you’re so sensitive to it. I figured I was missing out on a lot.”
Ueda says nothing, but Kame sees him cringe and try to shy away as best as he can to get away from the fast-moving flogger.
“Okay,” Kame says in his best honeyed voice when he thought he’d tickled Ueda enough, “I’ll stop for now.”
He gives Ueda a bit of time to catch his breath, and then using his right hand, cracks down the riding crop right on Ueda’s ass, making him cry out in pain and thrash even wilder than before.
“Is this better? Do you prefer this to being tickled?” Once again, the whip is raised high and brought down. It’s startling how much he’d gotten used to whips, how the sound of it in motion became pleasing to his ears, though nothing can compare with the sound of Ueda’s cries.
“You’ve missed this, haven’t you? You want another one?” he asks while he waits for Ueda’s trembling to subside. It’s been a while since they’d done this, and Kame doesn’t want to build up the pain too quickly, no matter how eager or ready Ueda had said he was.
Thirty seconds to adjust, and then another lashing. Another gasp, and Kame raises his right hand to repeat, but changes his mind in a split second.
With his left hand, the unforgotten silk flogger was brought down onto flesh like it were a whip, and the moan that escapes is loud and heavy and so surprising he immediately does it again.
The whip has always been Ueda’s favourite, along with blindfolds and silk. Kame likes handcuffs and rope and hands and the occasional paddle. Whips hadn’t ever factored into his equation at all but when they first began, Ueda persuaded him to try. He still hadn’t liked them after the first time, but seeing and hearing Ueda’s reaction to them helped. The silk flogger was his way of compromising, because after all, Kame’s modus operandi is to tease, above causing pain.
He continued in this way, alternating a couple lashings of the silk, and then with the riding crop, everywhere he knows Ueda likes it best. His ass, especially, quick strokes on the tender flesh. His thighs. Silk, running along his sides, making him squirm. And with each stroke, each lashing, Ueda’s shouts become louder, his moans higher, his skin lightly flushed with splotchy pink.
“Are you surprised?” Kame purrs. “That I can continue to surprise you?” The riding crop. “Personally, I’m rather pleased.” The silk.
“Kazuya,” Ueda whispers, voice hoarse and breathing uneven.
The riding crop, causing a high-pitched whine. “I didn’t say you could speak.”
With his forehead pressed against the mattress, Ueda’s breathing becomes more and more laboured, and Kame can see his grip on the bedposts has tightened. Kame lowers both his arms and perches on the nearest bedpost to watch, and wait. For Ueda’s sighs to become whimpers, for him to brace himself even more.
Ueda falls apart like he always does, restless and edgy, unable to stand the sudden respite. Kame knows that if allowed to speak, his name is likely to be called out in a panicked question, and that it’s taking Ueda all of his self control not to do precisely that.
The two devices fall from his hands to the floor with loud clatters, and even that sound is enough to startle Ueda, his senses all the more heightened.
The first smack of Ueda’s ass rings loud and clear, drowned out only by a low, piercing moan, and what was once pink was now red. He can feel himself getting a little hard, enjoying the feeling of Ueda’s flesh underneath his palms. For the time being he ignores the strain, running his hands slowly along the back of Ueda’s thighs, higher and higher until he’s kneading his ass, and Kame can no longer pretend that he’s not affected by Ueda’s noises.
“Do you want something?” Kame asks after one more slap, one more cry of pain. “Speak.”
It’s a while before he gets an answer, Ueda struggling to to subside his whimpers. When he does, his words come out choked. “Please let me come.”
Kame takes his sweet time making a circle around the bed and untying all the knots. “Roll onto your back,” he instructs when Ueda has dropped all of his limbs back to the mattress.
Ueda’s face is flushed, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. Kame brushes Ueda’s damp fringe out of his eyes before climbing onto the bed himself and positioning himself on his knees between legs that instantly spread open for him. He wraps a hand around Ueda’s hard cock and smears precome slowly around the tip with his thumb, the fingers of his other hand skating across Ueda’s thighs, tracing lines along Ueda’s abdomen, lightly skimming Ueda’s balls. His strokes are long and slow to begin with, and then he speeds up, faster and faster while Ueda’s moans and cries of his name get louder before arching and spilling into Kame’s hand.
With a soft sigh, Ueda falls back to the bed, his eyes shut tight as he lies still, deep breaths in and out. Kame clambers off the bed and uses tissues from his nightstand to gently clean them both up. Next, the quilt he’d dumped in the corner is picked up and unfolded so he covers Ueda with it. He climbs in beside him to wait for him to awaken from his daze, making sure to leave some distance between them even though right now all he wants to do is hold Ueda in his arms. Waiting is what frightens Kame the most; there’s always the possibility that Ueda didn’t get what he wanted, what he needed, that Kame could no longer satisfy.
They’re both dominants. Mostly, anyway. There’s a large part of Ueda that needs to submit to someone, to be totally, utterly, under someone else’s control. Kame had recognised it only after a long conversation at his apartment one night years ago, purely on accident and only after he’d pressed for more answers. He’d recognised it because he’s the same, and sometimes it’s Ueda who’s pounding him into the bed sheets, both nipples clamped as his mouth opens around the gag in a silent scream.
He carefully reaches a hand out, taking it as a good sign when Ueda doesn’t pull away.
This thing they have works because they understand each other, understand completely what this lifestyle entails, and because there’s always been something about Ueda that makes Kame want to take care of him it’s always felt like second nature. It doesn’t work because it took Ueda years to accept this side of himself, and Kame keeps wondering if the internal struggle is still ongoing. He was actually surprised to find Ueda on his doorstep tonight, five months after their last tryst.
Ueda shifts so he can meet his eyes, and when he rolls towards him Kame hugs him, showering his face with kisses when Ueda’s arms come up to wrap around him, too. He can’t help it. He’s overly affectionate, and tonight Ueda lets him press kisses on his forehead, on his cheeks, while holding onto him tightly.
It takes him by surprise when Ueda grabs his face and angles it so they’re lips meet, and Kame can feel his guilt slowly ebbing away as they kiss.
“You look so scared of me right now,” Ueda deadpans when they break apart, and Kame laughs.
“I’m always scared of you, Uepon.”
Ueda snorts at that but then his eyes turn soft, tracing a finger along Kame’s jaw. “Thank you,” Ueda whispers and kisses him again, rougher than before.
Despite himself, he whines when Ueda pulls away.
“You’re still hard,” Ueda points out, which isn’t strictly true.
Kame shakes his head. “Not anymore. Don’t bother, you’re tired and it might hurt to move.” He extends an arm to Ueda’s shoulder but it’s shaken off with a scowl.
“Stop underestimating me, Kame,” Ueda retorts on his way down, pulling down his pants and his boxers at the same time.
“I’m not, but you really don’t have to,” Kame protests. He can still see the pink welts on Ueda’s sides, and there are definitely lots more on Ueda’s back.
“Should’ve brought the gag,” Ueda mutters, but before Kame has the opportunity to argue even further, one long stripe is licked along his half-heard length before a hot mouth closes in around it, hands fondling his balls, and all of it is effective enough to render him into silence.
Ueda doesn’t take his eyes off Kame once, and swallows his come effortlessly while Kame’s face contorts with pleasure.
“Will you stay tonight?” Kame asks after he’s recovered and has pulled Ueda back up to his mouth.
Ueda doesn’t stay all the time. In fact, Ueda probably leaves more than he stays. But Kame asks anyway, because he still has hope. He’ll never express it outright, his desire to hold Ueda until they both fall asleep, to cook breakfast for two the next morning, because he’s not sure how long Ueda will stay away this time if he does. So he asks in the most innocuous way he knows how, wishing, hoping.
It’s really a struggle to stop himself from smiling when Ueda shakes his head against his arm. “No, I’ll stay here for a bit longer. It’s cold out there. I don’t need to be anywhere tomorrow.” Though his voice is gruff, it feels Kame with hope.
“I’ll make you breakfast,” Kame promises.
“Then I’ll have to run even more this week,” Ueda grumbles, but Kame snickers at the lack of bite in his voice.
“It’ll be worth it.”
He kisses Ueda on the cheek before reaching over to turn off the light. Kame knows that tomorrow Ueda will leave laden with a flurry of excuses and setting in motion another long stretch of time before the next visit. But tonight he’s here in the crook of Kame’s arm.
“Goodnight.”