FIC: GazettE: Ruki's Kinky Adventures 20/? [Uruha/Ruki; NC-17]
Title: Ruki's Kinky Adventures 20/?
Author: ldybastet
Fandom/Pairing: the GazettE - Uruha/Ruki
Rating: NC-17/Adult/Wild
Content: BDSM, spanking, dominance
Summary: Ruki gets a very special present from Uruha on his birthday, a present that changes everything between them.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the GazettE or PSC, and have no knowledge of what is actually going on in their lives. All I know is what they share in interviews and on Twitter. This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people and events is purely coincidental. No disrespect is intended and I earn no money from this.
Notes: ~3270 words. As with all parts in this series it can be read separately, but reading them in order gives more context and a longer storyline. Beta by the wonderful and supportive Miss misumaru!
Previous chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19
Ruki's Kinky Adventures - twenty
Ruki knew he was being silly. He'd changed clothes three times already, and he'd fixed his hair a bit, and even applied a little eyeliner and a hint of eyeshadow. He looked at himself in the mirror and wondered if he'd overdone it. Maybe he should wash the make-up off again? Wear something more neutral? Not that tight black jeans with perfectly positioned rips and a glittery tank top with a silk shirt over it was especially flashy...
With an annoyed grunt, Ruki turned away and walked into the living room to sit down on the sofa to wait for Uruha. It was his birthday. He could wear whatever he damn well pleased! He looked at his phone again, smiling a little as he read Reita's congratulatory mail again. As always, it had arrived just a minute after midnight. He scrolled down to the mail from Uruha to confirm the time he'd said he would come over.
Ruki rolled his eyes at himself. Yeah, it was his birthday, but not even that could be special enough for Uruha to be on time. He reached for the remote and turned the CD player on.
He leaned back and closed his eyes. Before he knew it, the doorbell rang. Ruki looked at the clock as he went to open the door - just five minutes past the hour. It couldn't be Uruha already, could it?
Ruki opened the door and blinked as he faced a big bottle with a red bow tied around the neck. It was definitely Uruha.
"Hey! Happy birthday!" Uruha lowered the bottle and smiled widely. "I'd sing for you, but you usually don't like that..."
Ruki quickly ushered him inside before he could make good on his vague threat. There were some things Ruki didn't want to inflict on his neighbours, and Uruha's singing was one of them. He was fine with background grunting and such things, but Ruki wouldn't trust him to hold an actual note.
"Come in," Ruki said and smiled back. "I can think of better things you can do than mangle Happy Birthday."
Uruha laughed. "We can't all be vocalists!"
"That would be a strange band..." Ruki took the bottle Uruha held out again and walked into the kitchen to get glasses while Uruha got his shoes and jacket off.
He set the glasses down on the table in the living room and looked at Uruha. "You sure this is a good idea?" He indicated the bottle. Ruki still remembered the disastrous outcome the last time he'd been out drinking. It was not something he wanted to experience again; not the drunkenness nor the hangover.
"I'll be here," Uruha replied, as if his mere presence was enough to ward off dizziness and sickness and other unpleasant effects of alcohol.
Ruki shook his head and poured the wine for them both, then sat down. "You're going to make me drunk and then have your wicked ways with me, aren't you?" he said with a grin, picking his glass up.
Uruha laughed. "Do I really need to drug you for that? I can still remember someone who quite willingly knelt on the floor and then crawled to me..." he winked at Ruki and sipped his wine.
"I... um. Yeah." Ruki felt his cheeks heat up a little. The wine was sour and prickly on his tongue, and he was glad he'd only taken a small sip. He really had no idea how Uruha could drink it so easily.
"You um?" Uruha nudged him. "You should say that proudly instead. Yes I did and I enjoyed it, those kind of words!" He leaned close to Ruki and for a moment Ruki thought he was going to kiss him. "You did like it, didn't you?"
"I did." Ruki nodded, trying to not blush. Uruha was right; there was no need to feel embarrassed. Particularly because they both knew that they'd both enjoyed it, and they were as alone now as they had been then.
Uruha studied him for a few seconds, a small smile playing on his lips, then he sat back again and raised his glass to his lips. "So, what do you want as a present?"
"You haven't bought me anything?" Ruki pouted.
"I wasn't sure what you wanted."
"But it's my birthday today! Not tomorrow. If you buy something tomorrow, it will be too late."
"Then you'll have to wish for something I can give you now," Uruha said, and Ruki could almost see one naughty thought after another flicker inside Uruha's mind. But it was an excellent opportunity to try out something he'd been wondering about.
"Then... whip me?"
Uruha's eyes widened. "Whip you? Ruki..."
"Too kinky?" Ruki feigned indifference as he pulled back a little, but there was a nervous flutter in his stomach.
Uruha shook his head quickly. "No, it's not that... just." He put his glass down on the table slowly, then turned to face Ruki completely, one leg folded in front of him. "Have you ever been hit or hurt before, while having sex, apart from being bitten?"
"Not really..."
"Then why the whip?"
"It looks... cool. Hot. I don't know."
"The thought turns you on."
Ruki nodded. Thank god that Uruha seemed to understand these things. That made it a lot easier. "It does."
Uruha smiled. "Okay. I'd love to... but I think it's too early for that."
"Too early?" Ruki frowned, confused.
"Another time... if you still want it." Uruha put his hand on Ruki's knee. "But I can give you a thorough birthday spanking tonight."
"A spanking?" Ruki felt uncertain. Sure that was also something that hurt, and something related to BDSM, but he'd always thought it was something better done to children. Ruki was not a child anymore, and spanking was something that one just couldn't stop connecting to a strict upbringing.
"One spank for each year. So, that will make it ... fourteen to each buttock."
"I don't know..." Ruki looked at Uruha's hand on his knee. Wide, big, strong... with long fingers. They looked like hands that could deliver really hard and sharp smacks. The fluttering in Ruki's stomach descended towards his groin, and he realised that maybe the thought wasn't entirely unattractive after all.
"You can tell me to stop any time..."
"I can?" Ruki looked up.
Uruha grinned. "Of course you can! It's a birthday present, not a punishment! You're meant to enjoy it."
"Oh. Right." Ruki giggled. He'd forgotten about that part.
It was surprisingly comfortable to lie completely naked across Uruha's jeans-clad thighs, Ruki thought. There was actually something oddly exciting about the fact that Uruha was wearing clothes while Ruki was not. Ruki was just starting to figure out what it was, when Uruha slid his hand over Ruki's arse, making him lose the thought.
"Are you ready?" Uruha asked. "Remember, if you tell me to stop, I will. Otherwise... I won't. Not before we reach twenty-eight."
Ruki nodded and tensed up, waiting. Uruha was sitting on Ruki's bed, and Ruki had turned his head away from the room, looking over the bed. There was a piece of lint stuck to the bedspread just a few inches in front of his eyes, and he focused on that.
"Relax," Uruha said after a few seconds. "And breathe. I'm not going to do anything while you're so tense." He moved his fingers over Ruki's thigh now, little circles that made Ruki want more caresses.
Ruki took a few breaths and started to relax, closing his eyes and just enjoying the touches. But then Uruha withdrew his hand and almost immediately, there was a sharp smack on one of his buttocks.
Ruki twitched and yelped, mostly in surprise, even though it did sting quite a bit.
"Okay?" Uruha asked, and Ruki nodded. It had hurt a bit, but it hadn't been bad, really, and it was already fading slowly. It wasn't worse from when kids were fooling around, playing one sadistic game or another, after all. When nothing more happened, Ruki relaxed again. But just as he had, there was another stinging smack on the other side of his arse. He should have been prepared, he thought, feeling a bit embarrassed.
After a few more, Ruki didn't jerk away any longer but arched into the blows, and he'd stopped yelping in favour of something resembling moaning instead. The stinging was still there, every time Uruha brought his hand down, but it wasn't the only sensation now. There was also a weird, time-delayed wave of pleasure after every slap, and soon enough Ruki was beginning to find it a little less comfortable now to lie across Uruha's legs, with his hardening cock trapped between them.
"You're doing so good," Uruha said, pausing for a moment. "Just a few more. Count them with me..." He brought his hand down again, and Ruki wondered if he wasn't doing it harder now, because the stinging was stronger again. "Twenty-one."
"Twe-- enty-one..." Ruki gasped.
Another hard smack on his arse, and Ruki groaned. "Twenty... two," he managed together with Uruha. A few more, and Ruki was panting, the strange pleasure that grew up inside him getting stronger and stronger.
"Twenty-six," Uruha purred above him, and Ruki could barely say the words.
"Uru..."
"Say it. Or I'll start from the beginning again."
Ruki swallowed. He was so close to the end now, that he really didn't want Uruha to start from one again, but... He'd come this far, and he was painfully hard now. He could also feel Uruha's hard cock pressing against his body, and he wanted nothing more than to feel it in his hand, his mouth...
"Ruki?"
"Twenty-six."
The next slap was bringing more stinging pain to Ruki's burning arse, and he gasped, "Twenty-se-- seven."
Another one, the last one, followed, and Ruki threw his head back when the pain hit him. Jesus, but Uruha's hands were formidable weapons! "Ah!" Ruki forced air into his lungs, then whispered hoarsely, "Twenty-eight."
When Uruha rubbed his hand over Ruki's abused arse, Ruki flinched at first, his body expecting more pain. But the touch was nice, and Ruki felt as if his arse was a lot more sensitive than it used to be - every little brush of fingers sending shivers through him, the sensation so intense.
"Happy birthday," Uruha whispered and gave him a nudge towards the bed.
Ruki crawled off Uruha's lap, and into the bed proper. His cock was throbbing, precome smeared all over the tip, and he was aching to touch himself now. He knelt carefully, feeling flushed and warm all over, not just his arse. He took a deep breath and looked up at Uruha, smiling cheekily. "You're wearing too much, aren't you?"
"Am I?" Uruha smiled back and rose to his feet, stepping up to Ruki and caressing Ruki's face. He bowed down to kiss Ruki, and Ruki quickly wrapped one arm around Uruha's neck, the other hand rubbing over the bulge in Uruha's jeans.
"Yeah," he mumbled between kisses. "I can't suck you like this... Please."
"Mmm, I think you enjoyed the spanking." Uruha slid his hand over Ruki's back, down to his arse and pinched it.
Ruki groaned and couldn't help but press his body against Uruha. "Fuck. God. Please. Something."
Uruha laughed softly and pulled out of Ruki's grip to undress. "You're so demanding."
"You know you like it," Ruki replied. "If you didn't, you'd make me stop..."
Uruha pushed his jeans down and pulled his legs out of them. "Believe me, it's very tempting," he said and came back to the bed, naked. He grabbed the hair at the back of Ruki's neck and forced his head back. "So tempting..."
There was a hard edge to the look in Uruha's eyes now, and Ruki swallowed while wild butterflies seemed to erupt inside him again. "Is that what you want, Ruki?" Uruha whispered, holding his gaze. "Do you want to be obedient and submissive? Do you want to please me, and do whatever I want?"
Ruki moaned. He'd fantasised about it more than once, and it had frequently been Uruha in his fantasies, forcing him to do both things he wasn't sure he wanted and things he knew he loved. And here Uruha was, asking him if he wanted it. "Yes," he whispered, voice thick with arousal.
"You realise that if I'm not pleased, I will have to punish you... and then you can't say stop so easily?"
Ruki nodded as much as Uruha's grip on his hair allowed. He'd thought he was hard when he crawled off Uruha's lap, arse burning, but it was nothing in comparison to this. Before it had been his arse and cock throbbing; now it was his entire body. He licked his lips, longing to show Uruha just how much he wanted to pleasure him and make him moan, make him pleased with him - longing to feel Uruha fuck his mouth. It was a little scary, the need and want that grew inside him... Ruki had known since he was young that he was drawn to the darker, stranger sides of sex, the dangerous and the twisted, and he'd tried a few kinky things over the years, but this... This was different. He could feel it. This was, for the first time, real, and he wanted it. Oh god, he wanted it so much.
"Please," Ruki whispered. "God, please..."
Uruha smiled softly and he rubbed a fingertip over Ruki's lower lip. "Such a pretty mouth... It would be a shame to not use it." He nudged Ruki towards him, then let go of Ruki's hair. "Suck me."
Ruki leaned forward immediately, eager to lick and suck. He'd felt it before, but when Uruha moaned, there was a spark of pride inside him, and this time he knew it wasn't only because he could entice such sexy sounds from Uruha. It was more than that.
The silky-soft skin of Uruha's cock slid easily over Ruki's tongue, and the smooth head left little drops of precome when he teased it, soon smeared all over his tongue... Ruki could feel the muscles in Uruha's thighs flex as Uruha rocked his hips, fucking his mouth, pushing his cock as deep as Ruki could take it.
With a breathless laugh, Uruha pushed Ruki back. "Enough!" He leaned down to silence Ruki's protests with a kiss. "Be obedient," he whispered then, and Ruki nodded. "Get on all fours."
Ruki quickly turned and got into position, moaning when Uruha slapped his arse. It was still sensitive. "You should see your arse now, Ruki," Uruha whispered. "Red and rosy from my hand... Maybe I should spank it a bit more before fucking you?" A few quick, hard smacks on his arse had Ruki gasping and moaning again.
"Get the lube and the condoms," Uruha said, and Ruki scrambled to get them from the bedside table.
Uruha nodded at him to get back into position, and Ruki could only listen as Uruha opened the condom wrapper, then rolled the condom on. He heard the wet sound of lube being smeared thoroughly over cock and rubber, and then the blunt head of Uruha's cock nudged his opening.
He looked at Uruha over his shoulder. No preparation? Uruha usually always took his time...
"Relax. I'll go slow."
Ruki nodded and took a slow breath as he looked forward again. When he exhaled, Uruha pushed inside him. The stretch burned slightly but was soon forgotten as the sensation of being opened and filled took over. Uruha did go slow, just like he'd promised, and in the end, Ruki pushed back impatiently, wanting all of him inside.
There was a sharp slap on his arse, making Ruki clench. "I didn't say you could do that," Uruha growled. "Do I have to tie you up to keep you still?"
Ruki moaned at the thought. Being tied up and fucked? Oh yeah. What else would Uruha do, Ruki wondered, his mind filled with one fantasy after another. Would he-- A hard, deep thrust shattered his thoughts, replacing them with dizzying pleasure as Uruha fucked him relentlessly. Ruki gasped and moaned, whimpered and pleaded - more, harder, please, use me, fuck me, more, more... more...
Ruki's mind didn't register that Uruha reached around to stroke him, just that the sensations intensified until he couldn't take it any more and the world seemed to explode in a million sparks of white-hot pleasure.
Ruki looked up at the ceiling, smiling happily. That had been one the best fucks in his entire life, he decided. He looked at Uruha, who lay on his side, propped up on his elbow, head resting in his hand. Uruha was smiling too.
"Don't think for a second this was the last time you did that to me," Ruki said.
Uruha laughed. "Still as demanding as ever."
Ruki pouted. It was just how he was. "You do want to do it again, don't you?"
Uruha nodded and leaned forward to kiss him. "Yes. I've actually wanted to do this for a long time."
"You have? Spanking me?"
"Mmm, spank you, tie you up, dominate you..."
Ruki shivered. He liked Uruha's ideas. "How did you know I'd like this?"
Uruha laughed again. "Ruki, how long have we known each other now? Ten years? Maybe more... And you've never hidden that bondage and SM fascinates you."
Ruki grinned. "Ah yes... well."
"Besides, I know you've been reading about and trying out quite a lot of kinks lately."
"Eh?" Ruki stared at Uruha. He knew..? But how?
Uruha just smiled. "I know about your kink book, Ruki. I know which pages you've marked as interesting, and it looked like you've mostly read things related to various SM practices." Ruki kept staring at him. "You're keeping it in the drawer in the bedside table, don't you?" Uruha pointed at the table.
"How?" Ruki didn't know if he should be embarrassed, angry, or relieved. He'd always made sure no one else saw the book. "When?"
"When I watched over you the night you were so sick from being drunk. I helped you home from the bar, put you in bed, and gave you water and painkillers... I had to do something while I made sure you wouldn't get too sick."
Ruki remembered that night. He'd wanted to bring Uruha home to fuck him, but that arsehole bartender had given him the wrong drink so Ruki had been far too drunk to even stand on his own, much less have sex. He couldn't remember if he'd thrown up or not, though.
He looked up at Uruha, a blush on his cheeks. "Oh. Damn... The painkillers are in the same drawer..." Ruki giggled. So much for secrecy. "Why didn't you say something before?"
Uruha shrugged and rolled onto his back. "I wanted to see if it was a real interest or if it was just your usual fascination. But you've really become kinkier over the past months, wanting new things." He looked at Ruki. "So, did you mean it? That you want to submit to me?"
"Yes." There was no hesitation behind Ruki's reply, because now he knew what he wanted. It was a little scary, but it wouldn't be so interesting if it wasn't a little frightening, right? It was all part of the appeal, stepping into the unknown and unpredictable. Ruki smiled as he curled up against Uruha, getting comfortable in his arms.
The time for reading and dreaming about it was over. Now it was time to do it, to try it out and see how they could make it work between them.
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Author: ldybastet
Fandom/Pairing: the GazettE - Uruha/Ruki
Rating: NC-17/Adult/Wild
Content: BDSM, spanking, dominance
Summary: Ruki gets a very special present from Uruha on his birthday, a present that changes everything between them.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the GazettE or PSC, and have no knowledge of what is actually going on in their lives. All I know is what they share in interviews and on Twitter. This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people and events is purely coincidental. No disrespect is intended and I earn no money from this.
Notes: ~3270 words. As with all parts in this series it can be read separately, but reading them in order gives more context and a longer storyline. Beta by the wonderful and supportive Miss misumaru!
Previous chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19
Ruki's Kinky Adventures - twenty
Ruki knew he was being silly. He'd changed clothes three times already, and he'd fixed his hair a bit, and even applied a little eyeliner and a hint of eyeshadow. He looked at himself in the mirror and wondered if he'd overdone it. Maybe he should wash the make-up off again? Wear something more neutral? Not that tight black jeans with perfectly positioned rips and a glittery tank top with a silk shirt over it was especially flashy...
With an annoyed grunt, Ruki turned away and walked into the living room to sit down on the sofa to wait for Uruha. It was his birthday. He could wear whatever he damn well pleased! He looked at his phone again, smiling a little as he read Reita's congratulatory mail again. As always, it had arrived just a minute after midnight. He scrolled down to the mail from Uruha to confirm the time he'd said he would come over.
Ruki rolled his eyes at himself. Yeah, it was his birthday, but not even that could be special enough for Uruha to be on time. He reached for the remote and turned the CD player on.
He leaned back and closed his eyes. Before he knew it, the doorbell rang. Ruki looked at the clock as he went to open the door - just five minutes past the hour. It couldn't be Uruha already, could it?
Ruki opened the door and blinked as he faced a big bottle with a red bow tied around the neck. It was definitely Uruha.
"Hey! Happy birthday!" Uruha lowered the bottle and smiled widely. "I'd sing for you, but you usually don't like that..."
Ruki quickly ushered him inside before he could make good on his vague threat. There were some things Ruki didn't want to inflict on his neighbours, and Uruha's singing was one of them. He was fine with background grunting and such things, but Ruki wouldn't trust him to hold an actual note.
"Come in," Ruki said and smiled back. "I can think of better things you can do than mangle Happy Birthday."
Uruha laughed. "We can't all be vocalists!"
"That would be a strange band..." Ruki took the bottle Uruha held out again and walked into the kitchen to get glasses while Uruha got his shoes and jacket off.
He set the glasses down on the table in the living room and looked at Uruha. "You sure this is a good idea?" He indicated the bottle. Ruki still remembered the disastrous outcome the last time he'd been out drinking. It was not something he wanted to experience again; not the drunkenness nor the hangover.
"I'll be here," Uruha replied, as if his mere presence was enough to ward off dizziness and sickness and other unpleasant effects of alcohol.
Ruki shook his head and poured the wine for them both, then sat down. "You're going to make me drunk and then have your wicked ways with me, aren't you?" he said with a grin, picking his glass up.
Uruha laughed. "Do I really need to drug you for that? I can still remember someone who quite willingly knelt on the floor and then crawled to me..." he winked at Ruki and sipped his wine.
"I... um. Yeah." Ruki felt his cheeks heat up a little. The wine was sour and prickly on his tongue, and he was glad he'd only taken a small sip. He really had no idea how Uruha could drink it so easily.
"You um?" Uruha nudged him. "You should say that proudly instead. Yes I did and I enjoyed it, those kind of words!" He leaned close to Ruki and for a moment Ruki thought he was going to kiss him. "You did like it, didn't you?"
"I did." Ruki nodded, trying to not blush. Uruha was right; there was no need to feel embarrassed. Particularly because they both knew that they'd both enjoyed it, and they were as alone now as they had been then.
Uruha studied him for a few seconds, a small smile playing on his lips, then he sat back again and raised his glass to his lips. "So, what do you want as a present?"
"You haven't bought me anything?" Ruki pouted.
"I wasn't sure what you wanted."
"But it's my birthday today! Not tomorrow. If you buy something tomorrow, it will be too late."
"Then you'll have to wish for something I can give you now," Uruha said, and Ruki could almost see one naughty thought after another flicker inside Uruha's mind. But it was an excellent opportunity to try out something he'd been wondering about.
"Then... whip me?"
Uruha's eyes widened. "Whip you? Ruki..."
"Too kinky?" Ruki feigned indifference as he pulled back a little, but there was a nervous flutter in his stomach.
Uruha shook his head quickly. "No, it's not that... just." He put his glass down on the table slowly, then turned to face Ruki completely, one leg folded in front of him. "Have you ever been hit or hurt before, while having sex, apart from being bitten?"
"Not really..."
"Then why the whip?"
"It looks... cool. Hot. I don't know."
"The thought turns you on."
Ruki nodded. Thank god that Uruha seemed to understand these things. That made it a lot easier. "It does."
Uruha smiled. "Okay. I'd love to... but I think it's too early for that."
"Too early?" Ruki frowned, confused.
"Another time... if you still want it." Uruha put his hand on Ruki's knee. "But I can give you a thorough birthday spanking tonight."
"A spanking?" Ruki felt uncertain. Sure that was also something that hurt, and something related to BDSM, but he'd always thought it was something better done to children. Ruki was not a child anymore, and spanking was something that one just couldn't stop connecting to a strict upbringing.
"One spank for each year. So, that will make it ... fourteen to each buttock."
"I don't know..." Ruki looked at Uruha's hand on his knee. Wide, big, strong... with long fingers. They looked like hands that could deliver really hard and sharp smacks. The fluttering in Ruki's stomach descended towards his groin, and he realised that maybe the thought wasn't entirely unattractive after all.
"You can tell me to stop any time..."
"I can?" Ruki looked up.
Uruha grinned. "Of course you can! It's a birthday present, not a punishment! You're meant to enjoy it."
"Oh. Right." Ruki giggled. He'd forgotten about that part.
It was surprisingly comfortable to lie completely naked across Uruha's jeans-clad thighs, Ruki thought. There was actually something oddly exciting about the fact that Uruha was wearing clothes while Ruki was not. Ruki was just starting to figure out what it was, when Uruha slid his hand over Ruki's arse, making him lose the thought.
"Are you ready?" Uruha asked. "Remember, if you tell me to stop, I will. Otherwise... I won't. Not before we reach twenty-eight."
Ruki nodded and tensed up, waiting. Uruha was sitting on Ruki's bed, and Ruki had turned his head away from the room, looking over the bed. There was a piece of lint stuck to the bedspread just a few inches in front of his eyes, and he focused on that.
"Relax," Uruha said after a few seconds. "And breathe. I'm not going to do anything while you're so tense." He moved his fingers over Ruki's thigh now, little circles that made Ruki want more caresses.
Ruki took a few breaths and started to relax, closing his eyes and just enjoying the touches. But then Uruha withdrew his hand and almost immediately, there was a sharp smack on one of his buttocks.
Ruki twitched and yelped, mostly in surprise, even though it did sting quite a bit.
"Okay?" Uruha asked, and Ruki nodded. It had hurt a bit, but it hadn't been bad, really, and it was already fading slowly. It wasn't worse from when kids were fooling around, playing one sadistic game or another, after all. When nothing more happened, Ruki relaxed again. But just as he had, there was another stinging smack on the other side of his arse. He should have been prepared, he thought, feeling a bit embarrassed.
After a few more, Ruki didn't jerk away any longer but arched into the blows, and he'd stopped yelping in favour of something resembling moaning instead. The stinging was still there, every time Uruha brought his hand down, but it wasn't the only sensation now. There was also a weird, time-delayed wave of pleasure after every slap, and soon enough Ruki was beginning to find it a little less comfortable now to lie across Uruha's legs, with his hardening cock trapped between them.
"You're doing so good," Uruha said, pausing for a moment. "Just a few more. Count them with me..." He brought his hand down again, and Ruki wondered if he wasn't doing it harder now, because the stinging was stronger again. "Twenty-one."
"Twe-- enty-one..." Ruki gasped.
Another hard smack on his arse, and Ruki groaned. "Twenty... two," he managed together with Uruha. A few more, and Ruki was panting, the strange pleasure that grew up inside him getting stronger and stronger.
"Twenty-six," Uruha purred above him, and Ruki could barely say the words.
"Uru..."
"Say it. Or I'll start from the beginning again."
Ruki swallowed. He was so close to the end now, that he really didn't want Uruha to start from one again, but... He'd come this far, and he was painfully hard now. He could also feel Uruha's hard cock pressing against his body, and he wanted nothing more than to feel it in his hand, his mouth...
"Ruki?"
"Twenty-six."
The next slap was bringing more stinging pain to Ruki's burning arse, and he gasped, "Twenty-se-- seven."
Another one, the last one, followed, and Ruki threw his head back when the pain hit him. Jesus, but Uruha's hands were formidable weapons! "Ah!" Ruki forced air into his lungs, then whispered hoarsely, "Twenty-eight."
When Uruha rubbed his hand over Ruki's abused arse, Ruki flinched at first, his body expecting more pain. But the touch was nice, and Ruki felt as if his arse was a lot more sensitive than it used to be - every little brush of fingers sending shivers through him, the sensation so intense.
"Happy birthday," Uruha whispered and gave him a nudge towards the bed.
Ruki crawled off Uruha's lap, and into the bed proper. His cock was throbbing, precome smeared all over the tip, and he was aching to touch himself now. He knelt carefully, feeling flushed and warm all over, not just his arse. He took a deep breath and looked up at Uruha, smiling cheekily. "You're wearing too much, aren't you?"
"Am I?" Uruha smiled back and rose to his feet, stepping up to Ruki and caressing Ruki's face. He bowed down to kiss Ruki, and Ruki quickly wrapped one arm around Uruha's neck, the other hand rubbing over the bulge in Uruha's jeans.
"Yeah," he mumbled between kisses. "I can't suck you like this... Please."
"Mmm, I think you enjoyed the spanking." Uruha slid his hand over Ruki's back, down to his arse and pinched it.
Ruki groaned and couldn't help but press his body against Uruha. "Fuck. God. Please. Something."
Uruha laughed softly and pulled out of Ruki's grip to undress. "You're so demanding."
"You know you like it," Ruki replied. "If you didn't, you'd make me stop..."
Uruha pushed his jeans down and pulled his legs out of them. "Believe me, it's very tempting," he said and came back to the bed, naked. He grabbed the hair at the back of Ruki's neck and forced his head back. "So tempting..."
There was a hard edge to the look in Uruha's eyes now, and Ruki swallowed while wild butterflies seemed to erupt inside him again. "Is that what you want, Ruki?" Uruha whispered, holding his gaze. "Do you want to be obedient and submissive? Do you want to please me, and do whatever I want?"
Ruki moaned. He'd fantasised about it more than once, and it had frequently been Uruha in his fantasies, forcing him to do both things he wasn't sure he wanted and things he knew he loved. And here Uruha was, asking him if he wanted it. "Yes," he whispered, voice thick with arousal.
"You realise that if I'm not pleased, I will have to punish you... and then you can't say stop so easily?"
Ruki nodded as much as Uruha's grip on his hair allowed. He'd thought he was hard when he crawled off Uruha's lap, arse burning, but it was nothing in comparison to this. Before it had been his arse and cock throbbing; now it was his entire body. He licked his lips, longing to show Uruha just how much he wanted to pleasure him and make him moan, make him pleased with him - longing to feel Uruha fuck his mouth. It was a little scary, the need and want that grew inside him... Ruki had known since he was young that he was drawn to the darker, stranger sides of sex, the dangerous and the twisted, and he'd tried a few kinky things over the years, but this... This was different. He could feel it. This was, for the first time, real, and he wanted it. Oh god, he wanted it so much.
"Please," Ruki whispered. "God, please..."
Uruha smiled softly and he rubbed a fingertip over Ruki's lower lip. "Such a pretty mouth... It would be a shame to not use it." He nudged Ruki towards him, then let go of Ruki's hair. "Suck me."
Ruki leaned forward immediately, eager to lick and suck. He'd felt it before, but when Uruha moaned, there was a spark of pride inside him, and this time he knew it wasn't only because he could entice such sexy sounds from Uruha. It was more than that.
The silky-soft skin of Uruha's cock slid easily over Ruki's tongue, and the smooth head left little drops of precome when he teased it, soon smeared all over his tongue... Ruki could feel the muscles in Uruha's thighs flex as Uruha rocked his hips, fucking his mouth, pushing his cock as deep as Ruki could take it.
With a breathless laugh, Uruha pushed Ruki back. "Enough!" He leaned down to silence Ruki's protests with a kiss. "Be obedient," he whispered then, and Ruki nodded. "Get on all fours."
Ruki quickly turned and got into position, moaning when Uruha slapped his arse. It was still sensitive. "You should see your arse now, Ruki," Uruha whispered. "Red and rosy from my hand... Maybe I should spank it a bit more before fucking you?" A few quick, hard smacks on his arse had Ruki gasping and moaning again.
"Get the lube and the condoms," Uruha said, and Ruki scrambled to get them from the bedside table.
Uruha nodded at him to get back into position, and Ruki could only listen as Uruha opened the condom wrapper, then rolled the condom on. He heard the wet sound of lube being smeared thoroughly over cock and rubber, and then the blunt head of Uruha's cock nudged his opening.
He looked at Uruha over his shoulder. No preparation? Uruha usually always took his time...
"Relax. I'll go slow."
Ruki nodded and took a slow breath as he looked forward again. When he exhaled, Uruha pushed inside him. The stretch burned slightly but was soon forgotten as the sensation of being opened and filled took over. Uruha did go slow, just like he'd promised, and in the end, Ruki pushed back impatiently, wanting all of him inside.
There was a sharp slap on his arse, making Ruki clench. "I didn't say you could do that," Uruha growled. "Do I have to tie you up to keep you still?"
Ruki moaned at the thought. Being tied up and fucked? Oh yeah. What else would Uruha do, Ruki wondered, his mind filled with one fantasy after another. Would he-- A hard, deep thrust shattered his thoughts, replacing them with dizzying pleasure as Uruha fucked him relentlessly. Ruki gasped and moaned, whimpered and pleaded - more, harder, please, use me, fuck me, more, more... more...
Ruki's mind didn't register that Uruha reached around to stroke him, just that the sensations intensified until he couldn't take it any more and the world seemed to explode in a million sparks of white-hot pleasure.
Ruki looked up at the ceiling, smiling happily. That had been one the best fucks in his entire life, he decided. He looked at Uruha, who lay on his side, propped up on his elbow, head resting in his hand. Uruha was smiling too.
"Don't think for a second this was the last time you did that to me," Ruki said.
Uruha laughed. "Still as demanding as ever."
Ruki pouted. It was just how he was. "You do want to do it again, don't you?"
Uruha nodded and leaned forward to kiss him. "Yes. I've actually wanted to do this for a long time."
"You have? Spanking me?"
"Mmm, spank you, tie you up, dominate you..."
Ruki shivered. He liked Uruha's ideas. "How did you know I'd like this?"
Uruha laughed again. "Ruki, how long have we known each other now? Ten years? Maybe more... And you've never hidden that bondage and SM fascinates you."
Ruki grinned. "Ah yes... well."
"Besides, I know you've been reading about and trying out quite a lot of kinks lately."
"Eh?" Ruki stared at Uruha. He knew..? But how?
Uruha just smiled. "I know about your kink book, Ruki. I know which pages you've marked as interesting, and it looked like you've mostly read things related to various SM practices." Ruki kept staring at him. "You're keeping it in the drawer in the bedside table, don't you?" Uruha pointed at the table.
"How?" Ruki didn't know if he should be embarrassed, angry, or relieved. He'd always made sure no one else saw the book. "When?"
"When I watched over you the night you were so sick from being drunk. I helped you home from the bar, put you in bed, and gave you water and painkillers... I had to do something while I made sure you wouldn't get too sick."
Ruki remembered that night. He'd wanted to bring Uruha home to fuck him, but that arsehole bartender had given him the wrong drink so Ruki had been far too drunk to even stand on his own, much less have sex. He couldn't remember if he'd thrown up or not, though.
He looked up at Uruha, a blush on his cheeks. "Oh. Damn... The painkillers are in the same drawer..." Ruki giggled. So much for secrecy. "Why didn't you say something before?"
Uruha shrugged and rolled onto his back. "I wanted to see if it was a real interest or if it was just your usual fascination. But you've really become kinkier over the past months, wanting new things." He looked at Ruki. "So, did you mean it? That you want to submit to me?"
"Yes." There was no hesitation behind Ruki's reply, because now he knew what he wanted. It was a little scary, but it wouldn't be so interesting if it wasn't a little frightening, right? It was all part of the appeal, stepping into the unknown and unpredictable. Ruki smiled as he curled up against Uruha, getting comfortable in his arms.
The time for reading and dreaming about it was over. Now it was time to do it, to try it out and see how they could make it work between them.
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