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All it takes is one look- one word, one show of disrespect, and Uruha finds the wind knocked out of him, the slap being delivered so swiftly his eyes hadn’t followed it. It sends him backwards, back connecting with the mattress and making the bed creak in pain.
“ I think it’s time you learned to respect your elders, bitch.” Aoi’s voice is a low baritone, a sound Uruha hadn’t expected to heat from the usually shy guitarist. But none the less, Aoi was a passionate and short tempered man, and he didn’t take kindly to Uruha’s disobedience.
“And what if I don’t?” The blonde moaned, rolling his hips upward, looking for any kind of friction. The chains binding all his limbs are cool against him, and when Aoi trails another chain of cool metal over his groin, he thinks he’s going to lose it. The sensation is so overwhelming to his overheated body, making the long, drawn out scratches on his back sting in delicious pain.
“If you don’t…” The raven purrs, his voice becoming dangerously soft and low. And somehow, it demands more respect than his growls and cruel smirks, because revenge was always a dish best served cold. “Then I’ll have to get the whip out again, won’t I? Is that what you want Uruha?”
Perhaps it should have scared him, terrified him even, to have such hard leather lash out across his thighs and back, but it was one of the biggest turn ons Uruha could think of. He heard himself whimper like a needy whore, head pressing back against the pillows and ratting the handcuffs. “Y-yes.”
“Mmm, Uruha-kun’s a kinky whore isn’t he?” Aoi mocks, his voice dripping sex and other adultrated things. Coupled with the long chain and leather whip currently trailing over his thigh, it’s enough to make his abused length throb painfully, begging for attention. But Aoi doesn’t pay it any mind, and when the cool chain leaves him, he tenses in anticipation, glazed, dilated eyes following Aoi’s slender frame as the trails his hands over the instrument.
The first lash comes down on his outer thigh, his body convulsing and the sensation going straight to his cock. Because there is no such thing as pain. Only extreme physical sensation.
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