AoixUruha - For The Love of Piercings
Ok~! Time to get this challenge underway 8D
Title: For The Love of Piercings
Pairings: AoixUruha
Fetish: Writer's Choice - Piercings Fetish
Rating: M 15+
Warnings: Sexy bits, language.
Summary: Aoi reveals his obsession for body piercings.
Notes: Written for jfetish_15
Beta:
ryoji_aoyagi
“Mm…”
“A-aah!”
Aoi groaned as he rolled his hips forward against Uruha’s swollen groin as he lay in between the honey-blonde’s open legs. The couple was shirtless; Uruha dressed in navy blue sweat pants whilst Aoi had the button and fly of his designer jeans undone so they fell loosely around his hips. The older man’s mouth was stretched over the blonde’s nipple, biting and sucking at the tender pink flesh as if it were food.
“O-oh God,” Uruha moaned as he arched his back, teeth clamping down on the hardened nub before being soothed with a slick tongue.
“I fucking love you,” the dark haired man mumbled with a mouth full of nipple. His wet, open mouth slid across the blonde’s chest where it began lavishing the other sensitive area with the same attention. Aoi’s large hands where clamped around Uruha’s ribcage, holding the younger man in place as best he could considering the vigorous amount of pleasure induced writhing that the blonde did.
“Is that so?” Uruha mused as he buried his long fingers in his lover’s hair. “Tell me; what is it that you want now, Aoi-sama?” He asked with a slightly bitter laugh. Contrary what he was implying, Uruha knew that Aoi loved him very much, however he couldn’t help but think that the older guitarist wanted something every time he felt the need to tell the honey blonde how much he cared.
“Mmm,” he groaned and licked up Uruha’s neck, taking his plump lips in a passionate, open mouthed kiss. Once out of breath he pulled away and nuzzled his face into the blonde’s neck, kissing it gently momentarily before raising his head and resting his chin on the younger man’s sternum.
“Get your nipple pierced,” he said - rather demanded - offhandedly.
“E-excuse me?” Uruha looked as though his eyes were going to pop out of his head and for a moment he wasn’t sure whether he was more surprised that Aoi actually did want something or what he was asking. Certainly he wasn’t serious. Unfortunately for Uruha, the look in his boyfriend’s eyes had never been so sure.
“Oh come on babe - it’ll be so hot,” he moaned and kissed the blonde’s chest in an attempt to reassure him. His fingers brushed over the nipples once more; tender, loving caresses that sent shivers down Uruha’s spine.
“N-no way!” The blonde stammered defiantly. As if he was going to deface his body on the pretext that his lover want him to. Despite what Aoi may like to think, he didn’t have complete and utter control over the blonde. At least not yet, anyway.
“Uru, honey, you know how much I love piercings,” Aoi smirked and slid up the younger man’s long body a little more so he could kiss his jaw affectionately. Uruha did know how much his lover enjoyed piercings and that he liked them on other people as much as he liked them on himself. Sure, the blonde loved every single one of Aoi’s piercings (when he decided to keep them that was) but unlike the other guitarist, Uruha was not so fond of having needles shoved through his skin. Ear piercings were different - with the gun it was over and done with in one, split second step.
“Well you go get something pierced!” Uruha suggested huffily.
“I just got my nose pierced.”
“Put your other piercings back in then.”
“Nah, I got sick of them - that’s why I took them out, babe,” Aoi explained. “Come on, stop being such a pussy,” he added before pausing and allowing his voice to adopt and low and husky tone. “Imagine how hot it will be to have me tugging on that little silver ring with my teeth while I fuck that tight little arse of yours…”
“Get your cock pierced,” the blonde demanded bluntly without giving any thought to what the other guitarist had so seductively said. However, instead of backing down like he expected, Aoi just smirked and kissed his lover messily.
“I’ll tell you what,” the older man proposed slyly, shifting between Uruha’s thighs. He hoisted one of the honey blonde’s legs up over his shoulder and pulled the other closely against his hip. Uruha moaned as their now very hard arousals ground against each other, his toes curling in pleasure. “You get your nipple pierced for me, and I’ll do my cock. Sound fair?”
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TWO WEEKS LATER
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Uruha bounced his knees up and down nervously as he sat in the waiting room of the piercing and tattoo parlour where Aoi had got his nose done a few months ago. He clutched that the coarse fabric of his jeans so tightly that his knuckles turned white however his grip lessened when he felt his boyfriend’s strong arm wrap around his shoulders. Aoi cupped his other hand over Uruha’s and stroked the honey blonde’s knuckles lovingly before entwining their fingers together.
“Scared?” He whispered softly in the younger man’s ear, stroking his fringe aside and placing a tender kiss on the now exposed skin of his forehead. Uruha nodded vigorously and squeezed Aoi’s hand tightly.
“Y-yes!” Uruha gasped. “It’s going to hurt, I know it!” He had himself so worked up that tears had already begun to form in his eyes.
“Ssh,” Aoi hushed soothing and brushed away his tears. “Listen, if you don’t calm down your muscles are going to tense up and that’s what’s going to make it hurt. So just try and relax sweetie.”
Uruha made this strange little noise in fear that could only be described as a squeak. Just as he was in the process of slowing his breath down to normal, a heavily pierced and tattooed young woman approached the couple.
“Uruha-san?” She asked, her dark eyes searching the waiting room for a response. “Would you like to come through?” Her arm extended behind her, gesturing towards a concealed area behind where the tattooing was taking place. Uruha swallowed nervously, biting at his lower lip as he looked helplessly across at Aoi.
“Do you mind if I come too?” Aoi asked the woman and she shook her head. Helping Uruha to stand, Aoi followed her down towards the chair where the honey blonde was asked to sit. Uruha slipped out of his smoky-coloured pink singlet and shifted uncomfortably when he felt the gaze of every middle aged man in the place fall upon him. Their eyes quickly diverted when they came under the fiercely over-protective death-glare from the dark haired guitarist. While he filled out the compulsory forms, Aoi flicked through the basket of jewellery to pick out a ring for his boyfriend. Eventually he decided on a thin silver ring with a small silver ball attached to it and handed it to the woman. She began explaining the procedure to Uruha, who seemed unable to do anything but nod almost robotically as if he wasn’t even paying attention.
“Left or right?” She asked for the second but received nothing but a terrified glance.
“Huh?”
“I said left or -“
“Right,” Aoi interrupted, answering for him. Uruha glared at him, tears once again forming in his eyes and she began wiping his nipple with alcohol. The little pink nub instantly hardened at the cold contact and before Uruha even tore his eyes away from Aoi’s face, the woman had already ran the sharp tip though the sensitive flesh.
“O-ow!” Both he and Aoi exclaimed simultaneously, Aoi’s pain stemming from the strong hold the blonde had on his hand. Uruha whimpered slightly as she jiggled the ring around in the newly formed hole whilst she attempted to force it shut. Once it was done, she pressed a cotton pad to his chest and told him to hold it there until the bleeding stopped. Glancing down at the decoration on his chest, Aoi noticed Uruha’s face pale at the sight of his own blood.
“See? That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Aoi asked softly and stroked his younger boyfriend’s hair. Uruha sniffed but shook his head, forced to admit that he had (only slightly) over exaggerated. Smiling, Aoi kissed the honey blonde on the cheek, silently thanking him for what he had done for him. Just as he was pulling away, the younger man’s skin flushed pink as the female employee walked back over to them.
“Well, all done,” she said with a bubbly, encouraging sigh. “Now, please don’t forget to wash it with warm salty water twice a day. And try to avoid touching it for the next couple of weeks.”
Uruha nodding, absorbing all the instructions as Aoi help him to slip back into his shirt. After paying the woman, he and Aoi exited, the honey blonde molded tightly against the older man’s side. Curiously he looked across at the shorter man, a questioning expression written all over his face.
“Ne Aoi-sama?” He began slowly.
“What is it, babe?”
“You never made your appointment,” Uruha noted and flicked his head back in the direction of the parlour. Aoi stopped dead in his tracks, arm dropping from its resting place around Uruha’s shoulders to scratch at his head awkwardly.
“Yeah, well, about that…” he trailed off nervously. “You see, those things take months to heal. I mean months. Uru, baby, it could be eight months without sex. Eight! Honey, I couldn’t even last eight days.”
Uruha pouted; the beautifully adorable expression making Aoi weak at the knees. Truthfully, he had known all along how long cock piercings took to heal and so he had never had any intention of actually getting one. In all seriousness, there really was no way he could go eight months without having sex.
“You lied to me, didn’t you Aoi-sama!” Uruha gasped, staring at the older man incredulously.
“Well yeah, just a little, maybe,” he confessed, “but I really wanted you to get your nipple pierced. And I must say,” Aoi began lifting the hem of the blonde’s singlet so he could inspect the piercing, “that the end justifies the means.”
Too shocked to even form words, Uruha slapped Aoi crisply across the face, the force of the blow strong enough to make the dark haired man stumble backwards slightly.
“You are unbelievable!” Uruha shrieked indignantly, pulling the car keys from his lover’s pocket. After slipping into the driver’s seat, the honey blonde locked the doors, a little smirk forming on his lips as he watch Aoi bang on the window. Gunning the ignition, the younger guitarist sped off, leaving his boyfriend stranded in the car park. Uruha glanced in the rear view mirror, laughing as he saw Aoi throwing his arms about in rage, more than likely uttering all the curses under the sun. What could he say? Karma was a bitch.
Title: For The Love of Piercings
Pairings: AoixUruha
Fetish: Writer's Choice - Piercings Fetish
Rating: M 15+
Warnings: Sexy bits, language.
Summary: Aoi reveals his obsession for body piercings.
Notes: Written for jfetish_15
Beta:
ryoji_aoyagi
“Mm…”
“A-aah!”
Aoi groaned as he rolled his hips forward against Uruha’s swollen groin as he lay in between the honey-blonde’s open legs. The couple was shirtless; Uruha dressed in navy blue sweat pants whilst Aoi had the button and fly of his designer jeans undone so they fell loosely around his hips. The older man’s mouth was stretched over the blonde’s nipple, biting and sucking at the tender pink flesh as if it were food.
“O-oh God,” Uruha moaned as he arched his back, teeth clamping down on the hardened nub before being soothed with a slick tongue.
“I fucking love you,” the dark haired man mumbled with a mouth full of nipple. His wet, open mouth slid across the blonde’s chest where it began lavishing the other sensitive area with the same attention. Aoi’s large hands where clamped around Uruha’s ribcage, holding the younger man in place as best he could considering the vigorous amount of pleasure induced writhing that the blonde did.
“Is that so?” Uruha mused as he buried his long fingers in his lover’s hair. “Tell me; what is it that you want now, Aoi-sama?” He asked with a slightly bitter laugh. Contrary what he was implying, Uruha knew that Aoi loved him very much, however he couldn’t help but think that the older guitarist wanted something every time he felt the need to tell the honey blonde how much he cared.
“Mmm,” he groaned and licked up Uruha’s neck, taking his plump lips in a passionate, open mouthed kiss. Once out of breath he pulled away and nuzzled his face into the blonde’s neck, kissing it gently momentarily before raising his head and resting his chin on the younger man’s sternum.
“Get your nipple pierced,” he said - rather demanded - offhandedly.
“E-excuse me?” Uruha looked as though his eyes were going to pop out of his head and for a moment he wasn’t sure whether he was more surprised that Aoi actually did want something or what he was asking. Certainly he wasn’t serious. Unfortunately for Uruha, the look in his boyfriend’s eyes had never been so sure.
“Oh come on babe - it’ll be so hot,” he moaned and kissed the blonde’s chest in an attempt to reassure him. His fingers brushed over the nipples once more; tender, loving caresses that sent shivers down Uruha’s spine.
“N-no way!” The blonde stammered defiantly. As if he was going to deface his body on the pretext that his lover want him to. Despite what Aoi may like to think, he didn’t have complete and utter control over the blonde. At least not yet, anyway.
“Uru, honey, you know how much I love piercings,” Aoi smirked and slid up the younger man’s long body a little more so he could kiss his jaw affectionately. Uruha did know how much his lover enjoyed piercings and that he liked them on other people as much as he liked them on himself. Sure, the blonde loved every single one of Aoi’s piercings (when he decided to keep them that was) but unlike the other guitarist, Uruha was not so fond of having needles shoved through his skin. Ear piercings were different - with the gun it was over and done with in one, split second step.
“Well you go get something pierced!” Uruha suggested huffily.
“I just got my nose pierced.”
“Put your other piercings back in then.”
“Nah, I got sick of them - that’s why I took them out, babe,” Aoi explained. “Come on, stop being such a pussy,” he added before pausing and allowing his voice to adopt and low and husky tone. “Imagine how hot it will be to have me tugging on that little silver ring with my teeth while I fuck that tight little arse of yours…”
“Get your cock pierced,” the blonde demanded bluntly without giving any thought to what the other guitarist had so seductively said. However, instead of backing down like he expected, Aoi just smirked and kissed his lover messily.
“I’ll tell you what,” the older man proposed slyly, shifting between Uruha’s thighs. He hoisted one of the honey blonde’s legs up over his shoulder and pulled the other closely against his hip. Uruha moaned as their now very hard arousals ground against each other, his toes curling in pleasure. “You get your nipple pierced for me, and I’ll do my cock. Sound fair?”
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TWO WEEKS LATER
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Uruha bounced his knees up and down nervously as he sat in the waiting room of the piercing and tattoo parlour where Aoi had got his nose done a few months ago. He clutched that the coarse fabric of his jeans so tightly that his knuckles turned white however his grip lessened when he felt his boyfriend’s strong arm wrap around his shoulders. Aoi cupped his other hand over Uruha’s and stroked the honey blonde’s knuckles lovingly before entwining their fingers together.
“Scared?” He whispered softly in the younger man’s ear, stroking his fringe aside and placing a tender kiss on the now exposed skin of his forehead. Uruha nodded vigorously and squeezed Aoi’s hand tightly.
“Y-yes!” Uruha gasped. “It’s going to hurt, I know it!” He had himself so worked up that tears had already begun to form in his eyes.
“Ssh,” Aoi hushed soothing and brushed away his tears. “Listen, if you don’t calm down your muscles are going to tense up and that’s what’s going to make it hurt. So just try and relax sweetie.”
Uruha made this strange little noise in fear that could only be described as a squeak. Just as he was in the process of slowing his breath down to normal, a heavily pierced and tattooed young woman approached the couple.
“Uruha-san?” She asked, her dark eyes searching the waiting room for a response. “Would you like to come through?” Her arm extended behind her, gesturing towards a concealed area behind where the tattooing was taking place. Uruha swallowed nervously, biting at his lower lip as he looked helplessly across at Aoi.
“Do you mind if I come too?” Aoi asked the woman and she shook her head. Helping Uruha to stand, Aoi followed her down towards the chair where the honey blonde was asked to sit. Uruha slipped out of his smoky-coloured pink singlet and shifted uncomfortably when he felt the gaze of every middle aged man in the place fall upon him. Their eyes quickly diverted when they came under the fiercely over-protective death-glare from the dark haired guitarist. While he filled out the compulsory forms, Aoi flicked through the basket of jewellery to pick out a ring for his boyfriend. Eventually he decided on a thin silver ring with a small silver ball attached to it and handed it to the woman. She began explaining the procedure to Uruha, who seemed unable to do anything but nod almost robotically as if he wasn’t even paying attention.
“Left or right?” She asked for the second but received nothing but a terrified glance.
“Huh?”
“I said left or -“
“Right,” Aoi interrupted, answering for him. Uruha glared at him, tears once again forming in his eyes and she began wiping his nipple with alcohol. The little pink nub instantly hardened at the cold contact and before Uruha even tore his eyes away from Aoi’s face, the woman had already ran the sharp tip though the sensitive flesh.
“O-ow!” Both he and Aoi exclaimed simultaneously, Aoi’s pain stemming from the strong hold the blonde had on his hand. Uruha whimpered slightly as she jiggled the ring around in the newly formed hole whilst she attempted to force it shut. Once it was done, she pressed a cotton pad to his chest and told him to hold it there until the bleeding stopped. Glancing down at the decoration on his chest, Aoi noticed Uruha’s face pale at the sight of his own blood.
“See? That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Aoi asked softly and stroked his younger boyfriend’s hair. Uruha sniffed but shook his head, forced to admit that he had (only slightly) over exaggerated. Smiling, Aoi kissed the honey blonde on the cheek, silently thanking him for what he had done for him. Just as he was pulling away, the younger man’s skin flushed pink as the female employee walked back over to them.
“Well, all done,” she said with a bubbly, encouraging sigh. “Now, please don’t forget to wash it with warm salty water twice a day. And try to avoid touching it for the next couple of weeks.”
Uruha nodding, absorbing all the instructions as Aoi help him to slip back into his shirt. After paying the woman, he and Aoi exited, the honey blonde molded tightly against the older man’s side. Curiously he looked across at the shorter man, a questioning expression written all over his face.
“Ne Aoi-sama?” He began slowly.
“What is it, babe?”
“You never made your appointment,” Uruha noted and flicked his head back in the direction of the parlour. Aoi stopped dead in his tracks, arm dropping from its resting place around Uruha’s shoulders to scratch at his head awkwardly.
“Yeah, well, about that…” he trailed off nervously. “You see, those things take months to heal. I mean months. Uru, baby, it could be eight months without sex. Eight! Honey, I couldn’t even last eight days.”
Uruha pouted; the beautifully adorable expression making Aoi weak at the knees. Truthfully, he had known all along how long cock piercings took to heal and so he had never had any intention of actually getting one. In all seriousness, there really was no way he could go eight months without having sex.
“You lied to me, didn’t you Aoi-sama!” Uruha gasped, staring at the older man incredulously.
“Well yeah, just a little, maybe,” he confessed, “but I really wanted you to get your nipple pierced. And I must say,” Aoi began lifting the hem of the blonde’s singlet so he could inspect the piercing, “that the end justifies the means.”
Too shocked to even form words, Uruha slapped Aoi crisply across the face, the force of the blow strong enough to make the dark haired man stumble backwards slightly.
“You are unbelievable!” Uruha shrieked indignantly, pulling the car keys from his lover’s pocket. After slipping into the driver’s seat, the honey blonde locked the doors, a little smirk forming on his lips as he watch Aoi bang on the window. Gunning the ignition, the younger guitarist sped off, leaving his boyfriend stranded in the car park. Uruha glanced in the rear view mirror, laughing as he saw Aoi throwing his arms about in rage, more than likely uttering all the curses under the sun. What could he say? Karma was a bitch.