[fic] Feast of the Senses [3/5]
title: Feast of the Senses
chapter: 3/5
author: Cross (xmachina_writes)
rating: NC-17 overall
genre: PWP
pairings: Ni~yaxAoi, JaeHo, Ni~ya/Yunho, Ni~yaxJaejoong, AoixJaejoong, Jaejoong/Changmin, Ni~yaxAoixJaejoongxYunho, AoixChangmin, Ni~yaxChangminxAoi
warnings: RPS, BDSM, dubious consent
disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, names of real people are being used without permission in a fictious setting.
summary: Sometimes guys just want to play.
rewind: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
notes: Um, running out of things to say, but important(ish) educational footnotes after chapter~. And as usual, huge thanks to Yujji and Nana for all their help (even if Nana didn't realize this was what she was helping).
And now the obligatory note on language usage. Most of the dialouge in the fic should be assumed to be Japanese unless it says otherwise. Hence the use of Japanese honorifics throughout. As with Yujji, the use of 'ie' is not intended as an honorific.
~*~*~
Aoi half watched as Ni~ya escorted Yunho from the room, then turned his focus back to the other two Koreans. Jaejoong was studying the lounge while Changmin was looking distinctly uncomfortable. As if he felt out of place again, afraid to touch anything or even do more than breathe. Couldn't be having that, certainly not when he had such great plans for the evening.
“Aoi-san? What ... what happens now?” Changmin asked, nervously biting at his lower lip.
“Now,” Aoi murmured, closing the distance between them to curl an arm around the younger man's waist, “you relax so we can play.” Those words certainly caught Jaejoong's attention, the other man sidling up to Changmin's other side with a small leer.
“Yes, let's play Minnie,” Jaejoong purred. Not that he was actually waiting for consent, his hand already slithering over Changmin's chest to free buttons from their holes.
“But - ah! - but what about Yunho?”
“Oh trust me,” Aoi murmured, fingers teasing the back of Changmin's neck, “Ni~ya's taking very good care of Yunho-kun.”
“But I thought....”
“Well there's your problem, Min-kun,” Aoi teased, moving aside at Jaejoong's unspoken insistence. “Stop thinking. It's bad for you.”
“Too much talking,” Jaejoong muttered, pushing open Changmin's shirt before cupping his face and kissing him quite soundly. The younger Korean looked startled, panicked, sending a shiver of doubt through Aoi. But he wasn't the only one to notice, the kiss breaking off abruptly to murmured, almost wounded Korean. He didn't need to understand the words to know what Jaejoong was saying - the hurt was written quite clearly on the younger man's face. Changmin was arguing the point or perhaps backpedaling, and again he wondered if this had been such a good idea.
It wasn't a thought he got to finish because Jaejoong was suddenly pushing Changmin to the side and pouncing on Aoi, practically tearing at his clothes. Such an abrupt change, he wasn't entirely sure how to deal with it. A situation which was apparently completely unacceptable to his lapful of horny Korean.
“What's the matter, Aoi-san? Can't handle someone who goes after what he wants? Are you too much of a pretty boy girl to deal with it?”
There was absolutely no way he was going to stand for that. A well placed shove toppled Jaejoong onto the couch, Aoi following to push the younger man's clinging shirt up his chest, biting down on one nipple. Jaejoong gasped, clawing at his shoulders. A growl of amusement as he lavished attention on the abused bit of flesh at the way Jaejoong moaned and writhed beneath him. Perfectly delicious, the way the other was submitting to him. Offering a token of resistance, but it was just a part of the game and they both knew it.
“Such an eager whore,” he rumbled, tugging Jaejoong's head back even further with a fistful of hair. He grinned as he felt Jaejoong's body arching up against his own with another low moan.
And then Aoi was being physically torn away, both Jaejoong and himself yelping as hair was ripped from their scalps with the sudden force applied. Crude words hung in the stillness of a fraction of a second, Aoi pushing back the stars from the corners of his vision. He enjoyed a little pain with his pleasure, but not like that.
“Umma is not a whore!”
Changmin. He would have been quite willing to give the younger man a piece of his mind right about then, but from what he was hearing, Jaejoong had already beaten him to it, sharp Korean firing across the distance between the two young men like bullets. Anger and hurt, from what he was seeing on their faces, and it was obvious to him that Changmin had no idea why he was being attacked for defending his friend. Aoi found it hard to believe that the kid who had been groping him in a public bar was really that naive, but if it wasn't that, then what was his issue?
Arguing was getting them nowhere and goddammit, this was not part of the arranged program. If they wanted to fight, they could damn well do it on their own fucking time, not his.
“All right, shut the fuck up, both of you! Christ, you're like a pair of bickering children....”
That stopped them right enough ... and had them both glaring at him instead. Not exactly what could be called progress, but at least it didn't look quite so much like they were a breath away from trying to throw each other out of Ni~ya's apartment.
“Obviously we've had a failure of communication here. Jae's probably already told you, but I'm going to repeat it again anyway so it's all out in the air. Jae has a kink for verbal humiliation, he likes sensation play, and the only reason he didn't knee me in the balls for touching his hair was because he and I already talked about his kinks. He doesn't go in for the Dom/sub stuff, he's curious about bondage, and he doesn't get to play nearly as often as he'd like because his boyfriend is more vanilla than vanilla beans. Now ... your turn.”
“M-my turn?”
“Yes, your turn. All your kinks, out on the table, right now. Or I'll have Ni~ya tie you to a chair and you can just listen to the rest of the night.”
“Wha-what?!? Hey! That ... that's CRUEL!” Changmin protested, color rising in his cheeks as he sputtered.
“Then spill your guts. All your kinks, right now, or I get a chair.”
“I-I-I ... we don't have time for girlfriends.... I haven't ever....” Changmin stopped short, already redder than Aoi had ever seen another person get. “This is further than I've ever been before,” the youngest confessed, ducking his head. “If we were talking about porn....”
A virgin? They'd brought home a fucking virgin? Oh god, Ni~ya was going to give him hell for the rest of the year, maybe longer. But hell, the kid hadn't been acting virginal, how was he supposed to know? “Pretend we are,” he muttered, resisting the urge to do something rash. Like kicking the kid for not thinking to bring this up sooner.
“Oh, well, I like the ones with -.”
“Kinks, Minnie. Things they do that turn you on. Aoi-san doesn't need to hear about your technical analysis of everything from Debbie Does Dallas to Luxe III.”
“Oh. Um ... I like the idea of roleplay. Sensation play sounds interesting but I don't think I'd like bondage. Food. Something sweet I can lick off a person. I guess I have a mild oral fixation? Um ... I don't ... I don't really find a lot of those things they do in kink vids very erotic...”
Aoi nodded as he absorbed the younger man's words. It wasn't much and he couldn't help wondering how much of that was because Changmin had no experience. Still, even just this much ought to be fine for one night. But even though this was just for tonight, there was one more thing he needed to know.
“Safeword?”
“Huh?”
“I already know Jae's and Yunho's been issued one by now, we just need yours.”
“Wh-why? I told you, I'm not into bondage or anything like that.”
“Because,” and Aoi strolled across the room to gaze up at Changmin with all the cool ice prince attitude he could muster, “it's a condition of play. Even just roleplay. Do you need me to give you one?”
“... kimchi.”
“....” Aoi could see Jaejoong facepalming from the corner of his eye. Which pretty much covered his reaction, too.
“What???”
Aoi couldn't even begin to find the words to explain how bizarre that was.
“WHAT?” Changmin exclaimed again, his face turning bright red once more. “It's a perfectly good word! Who would say 'kimchi' in the middle of sex? Even food porn?”
He had a point, as much as Aoi was reluctant to admit it. At the same time....
“All right, all right. Anything else I should know? Or can we get back to the making out and molesting now?”
The quiet laughter that greeted his comment was something of a relief after the earlier mood-killing anger. He doubted he'd get either of them completely naked before Ni~ya returned, was a little surprised his lover hadn't collected at least one of them already. Then again, they had all night. Plenty of time left even if he was behind schedule.
“Oh for ... honestly, Aoi-kun, I leave you out here with these two for how long and you're all still mostly dressed? I'm so disappointed in you....”
“Ni~ya! Ch' ... say that like the time's been wasted,” Aoi chided. “Besides, this way they can provide you with a little show while I ... share some things with you.”
Ni~ya twitched an eyebrow at him but he settled into his favorite chair with a familiar indulgent smile. The two Koreans, on the other hand, were looking a little less certain of just what it was Aoi intended. As if it was really so difficult to understand.
“Well? Or are you both too bad of dancers to manage a little strip tease for us?”
Both sputtered indignant noises and tried to use the excuse of having no music. Aoi rolled his eyes but opted to humor them, providing them a suitable beat before perching himself in Ni~ya's lap. He nuzzled against the crook of Ni~ya's neck for a moment, inhaling deeply of the other man's scent, the usual musk and spice and something else, something he couldn't define other than its association for him with Ni~ya's ropes.
“So what did you learn, kitten?” Ni~ya murmured. Aoi watched their two guests swaying to the music for a moment before shifting around in his boyfriend's lap such that he could whisper directly into the other man's ear.
“Jae should definitely be bound, but we may have a little difficulty with his humiliation kink. As for Changmin ... that one will definitely require a masterful touch,” he said, sighing softly. He felt more than heard Ni~ya's questioning response, needing a moment to sort out his words. Not that there was really anything to say but to be straightforward about the whole thing. “He's a virgin.”
“You're kidding,” Ni~ya said, disbelief heavy in each spoken word.
“If only. And no experience means very limited awareness of kink, even with his porn collection to aid him. He doesn't want to try bondage, though I did have a roleplaying idea that might work almost as well.”
“Oh?”
“Mm. I've always wanted a pet, you know. And I have both their safewords now. Is your pet allowed to ask what you have in store for him, Ni~ya-sama?” Aoi purred, fingers trailing down his lover's clothed chest.
“Tell me what I need to hear.”
“Jae is red. Min is kimchi.”
“Bring them to me,” Ni~ya said, calmly depositing Aoi on his feet as he stood up. The bassist barely even glanced at the two nearly nude Koreans before disappearing back into the bedroom. Such cool words ... and then Aoi was kicking himself for not immediately realizing why. Yunho must surely have been in some sort of bound position by now ... and Aoi had wasted time being coy, hesitant. Idiot.
“Okay, what's his problem??”
“He left a bound submissive without supervision,” Aoi muttered, still kicking himself as he tried to remember where else, other than the bedroom, they might have such things as a collar stashed. Jaejoong and Changmin both stopped short at his comment and Aoi allowed himself a tiny smile at that. Ni~ya's duster perhaps? Very plain and only the one stashed in an interior pocket, but it would do for now.
He made no effort to hide or obstruct what he was holding, forcing himself into the ice prince mental space necessary for what he was about to do. Not as uncomfortable as it had been in the past, something for which he was grateful.
“Do you still wish to experience kinbaku?” he asked Jaejoong coolly.
“I told you before I'm not into that doormat submission crap.”
“The ropes demand submission, compliance. You are the medium, the canvas, the tool the artist uses, with no more will than the brush or the paper. It is required thus.”
“Hyung....”
“And if I say I think you're full of shit?”
“You know where the door is. But Yunho-kun is waiting.”
Something flickered in those eyes, confusion perhaps, or surprise. “You're a perfect bastard,” Jaejoong muttered, dropping his boxers. “This better lead to one really fucking amazing orgasm....”
“Kneel.”
Jaejoong's frown twisted into a scowl, but he did as he was told, lowering his eyes to the floor. Aoi was in no hurry, slipping the collar around Jaejoong's throat and taking his time to buckle it just so, speaking even as he fussed. “You will speak only when directed, you will call him Ni~ya-sama or sir, you will do as you are told without complaint or hesitation. And I think you will find it well worth this small price, Jae-hime.”
Jaejoong twitched, hands clenching into fists, but though his lips compressed into a thin line, the Korean remained silent with his head still bowed. Much as Changmin had done. But now that the moment was obviously past...
“No collar for me?” the youngest asked, trying - and failing - to hide his nervousness, his uncertainty, with a jest and a cheeky grin.
“You? Mm,” Aoi stepped around the still kneeling Jae to approach the naked virgin, grinning up at the much taller man as he considered. “Do you mean to say you can't be my good pet without having a collar?”
“Pet? Aoi-san, I'm not into ... that sort of thing,” Changmin said, gesturing vaguely at Jaejoong. Aoi felt his smile soften, icy edges melting slightly as he tugged the taller man's head down for a brief kiss. He supposed it might be possible, to include someone who had not agreed to take a submissive role, but with Ni~ya already in Dom mode....
“Call him Ni~ya-sama and do as he says. I will take care of the rest,” Aoi murmured, cupping his cheek. Changmin nodded and Aoi did the same. Too long, he was taking too long and if this kept up, Ni~ya would be even more displeased than he already was.
“On your feet, Jae-hime,” he said, the ice slipping over his voice again. “Bedroom's down the hall. Go.”
Jaejoong made no protest, never even looked up at them as he obeyed Aoi's orders.
“Come on,” Aoi murmured, patting Changmin's cheek. “Us, too.”
“Is he ... I mean, I don't ... I don't think I could ... do that. Be that,” the younger man mumbled, blushing again.
“Ni~ya-sama always respects the limits and boundries of others. Push them a little, perhaps, especially the soft ones, but there is always still respect there. Awareness. He knows this is all new for you. It'll be fine. We'll take good care of you, you have my word.”
Aoi sealed his promise with a kiss, though he had to be careful, lest they get too caught up in the moment.
“Come on,” he repeated, smiling again. “Can't stand here all night, let the others have all the fun.”
“I think I could have fun enough right here,” Changmin replied, smirking. Fingers slipped along the rim of Aoi's pants, a reminder that, though his belt had been removed and the pants loosened, he was still wearing them. And would have to remove them sooner or later. Not to mention Changmin's unfair advantage in height. Or the way he had tangled his other hand into Aoi's hair and was now gently insisting on exposing Aoi's neck for him to nibble.
“Min....”
“Can't we just stay here? Just the two of us,” the younger man murmured, lips only barely parted from sensitive skin. “Please, Aoi-san....”
“I thought you wanted to be a part of things, Min?”
“I....” Changmin stepped back, teeth worrying at his bottom lip. “I am curious, I just ... I've never done anything like this before and I.... I mean I want to watch, I do, I just....” The younger man trailed off, biting down on his own lip hard for a moment before taking a deep breath and nodding decisively to himself. “I don't want my first time to be in some sort of bondage orgy.
“You, on the other hand,” he continued a beat later, something not entirely unlike a leer painting itself on his face as he stepped close again to curl arms around Aoi's waist. “That I'd like. Just you and me....”
Aoi couldn't help a smile at that, reaching up to pat Changmin's cheek. This was a hard limit then. They could deal with that.
“If we stay out here, you won't be able to watch anything,” he pointed out with a slight smirk of his own. “You do want to watch, right?”
“I do, I just....”
“Nothing you don't want, Min-chan,” Aoi repeated, tugging at a lock of dark brown hair. “But you're going to miss things if we don't join them soon.”
Changmin nodded, arms dropping from around his waist to make a tiny gesture towards the bedroom. Aoi grinned up at the younger man, catching Changmin's hand in his as he headed for the bedroom.
// TBC
Educational Footnotes!
1. 'Kimchi' is a bad safeword to use in a Japanese scene - too close to 'kimochi'.
2. Rope bondage is very dangerous and even with an experienced practicioner, permanent nerve damage can set in within ten minutes. A bound submissive should never be left unsupervised, particularly if there's any chance of harming him/herself.
chapter: 3/5
author: Cross (xmachina_writes)
rating: NC-17 overall
genre: PWP
pairings: Ni~yaxAoi, JaeHo, Ni~ya/Yunho, Ni~yaxJaejoong, AoixJaejoong, Jaejoong/Changmin, Ni~yaxAoixJaejoongxYunho, AoixChangmin, Ni~yaxChangminxAoi
warnings: RPS, BDSM, dubious consent
disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, names of real people are being used without permission in a fictious setting.
summary: Sometimes guys just want to play.
rewind: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
notes: Um, running out of things to say, but important(ish) educational footnotes after chapter~. And as usual, huge thanks to Yujji and Nana for all their help (even if Nana didn't realize this was what she was helping).
And now the obligatory note on language usage. Most of the dialouge in the fic should be assumed to be Japanese unless it says otherwise. Hence the use of Japanese honorifics throughout. As with Yujji, the use of 'ie' is not intended as an honorific.
~*~*~
Aoi half watched as Ni~ya escorted Yunho from the room, then turned his focus back to the other two Koreans. Jaejoong was studying the lounge while Changmin was looking distinctly uncomfortable. As if he felt out of place again, afraid to touch anything or even do more than breathe. Couldn't be having that, certainly not when he had such great plans for the evening.
“Aoi-san? What ... what happens now?” Changmin asked, nervously biting at his lower lip.
“Now,” Aoi murmured, closing the distance between them to curl an arm around the younger man's waist, “you relax so we can play.” Those words certainly caught Jaejoong's attention, the other man sidling up to Changmin's other side with a small leer.
“Yes, let's play Minnie,” Jaejoong purred. Not that he was actually waiting for consent, his hand already slithering over Changmin's chest to free buttons from their holes.
“But - ah! - but what about Yunho?”
“Oh trust me,” Aoi murmured, fingers teasing the back of Changmin's neck, “Ni~ya's taking very good care of Yunho-kun.”
“But I thought....”
“Well there's your problem, Min-kun,” Aoi teased, moving aside at Jaejoong's unspoken insistence. “Stop thinking. It's bad for you.”
“Too much talking,” Jaejoong muttered, pushing open Changmin's shirt before cupping his face and kissing him quite soundly. The younger Korean looked startled, panicked, sending a shiver of doubt through Aoi. But he wasn't the only one to notice, the kiss breaking off abruptly to murmured, almost wounded Korean. He didn't need to understand the words to know what Jaejoong was saying - the hurt was written quite clearly on the younger man's face. Changmin was arguing the point or perhaps backpedaling, and again he wondered if this had been such a good idea.
It wasn't a thought he got to finish because Jaejoong was suddenly pushing Changmin to the side and pouncing on Aoi, practically tearing at his clothes. Such an abrupt change, he wasn't entirely sure how to deal with it. A situation which was apparently completely unacceptable to his lapful of horny Korean.
“What's the matter, Aoi-san? Can't handle someone who goes after what he wants? Are you too much of a pretty boy girl to deal with it?”
There was absolutely no way he was going to stand for that. A well placed shove toppled Jaejoong onto the couch, Aoi following to push the younger man's clinging shirt up his chest, biting down on one nipple. Jaejoong gasped, clawing at his shoulders. A growl of amusement as he lavished attention on the abused bit of flesh at the way Jaejoong moaned and writhed beneath him. Perfectly delicious, the way the other was submitting to him. Offering a token of resistance, but it was just a part of the game and they both knew it.
“Such an eager whore,” he rumbled, tugging Jaejoong's head back even further with a fistful of hair. He grinned as he felt Jaejoong's body arching up against his own with another low moan.
And then Aoi was being physically torn away, both Jaejoong and himself yelping as hair was ripped from their scalps with the sudden force applied. Crude words hung in the stillness of a fraction of a second, Aoi pushing back the stars from the corners of his vision. He enjoyed a little pain with his pleasure, but not like that.
“Umma is not a whore!”
Changmin. He would have been quite willing to give the younger man a piece of his mind right about then, but from what he was hearing, Jaejoong had already beaten him to it, sharp Korean firing across the distance between the two young men like bullets. Anger and hurt, from what he was seeing on their faces, and it was obvious to him that Changmin had no idea why he was being attacked for defending his friend. Aoi found it hard to believe that the kid who had been groping him in a public bar was really that naive, but if it wasn't that, then what was his issue?
Arguing was getting them nowhere and goddammit, this was not part of the arranged program. If they wanted to fight, they could damn well do it on their own fucking time, not his.
“All right, shut the fuck up, both of you! Christ, you're like a pair of bickering children....”
That stopped them right enough ... and had them both glaring at him instead. Not exactly what could be called progress, but at least it didn't look quite so much like they were a breath away from trying to throw each other out of Ni~ya's apartment.
“Obviously we've had a failure of communication here. Jae's probably already told you, but I'm going to repeat it again anyway so it's all out in the air. Jae has a kink for verbal humiliation, he likes sensation play, and the only reason he didn't knee me in the balls for touching his hair was because he and I already talked about his kinks. He doesn't go in for the Dom/sub stuff, he's curious about bondage, and he doesn't get to play nearly as often as he'd like because his boyfriend is more vanilla than vanilla beans. Now ... your turn.”
“M-my turn?”
“Yes, your turn. All your kinks, out on the table, right now. Or I'll have Ni~ya tie you to a chair and you can just listen to the rest of the night.”
“Wha-what?!? Hey! That ... that's CRUEL!” Changmin protested, color rising in his cheeks as he sputtered.
“Then spill your guts. All your kinks, right now, or I get a chair.”
“I-I-I ... we don't have time for girlfriends.... I haven't ever....” Changmin stopped short, already redder than Aoi had ever seen another person get. “This is further than I've ever been before,” the youngest confessed, ducking his head. “If we were talking about porn....”
A virgin? They'd brought home a fucking virgin? Oh god, Ni~ya was going to give him hell for the rest of the year, maybe longer. But hell, the kid hadn't been acting virginal, how was he supposed to know? “Pretend we are,” he muttered, resisting the urge to do something rash. Like kicking the kid for not thinking to bring this up sooner.
“Oh, well, I like the ones with -.”
“Kinks, Minnie. Things they do that turn you on. Aoi-san doesn't need to hear about your technical analysis of everything from Debbie Does Dallas to Luxe III.”
“Oh. Um ... I like the idea of roleplay. Sensation play sounds interesting but I don't think I'd like bondage. Food. Something sweet I can lick off a person. I guess I have a mild oral fixation? Um ... I don't ... I don't really find a lot of those things they do in kink vids very erotic...”
Aoi nodded as he absorbed the younger man's words. It wasn't much and he couldn't help wondering how much of that was because Changmin had no experience. Still, even just this much ought to be fine for one night. But even though this was just for tonight, there was one more thing he needed to know.
“Safeword?”
“Huh?”
“I already know Jae's and Yunho's been issued one by now, we just need yours.”
“Wh-why? I told you, I'm not into bondage or anything like that.”
“Because,” and Aoi strolled across the room to gaze up at Changmin with all the cool ice prince attitude he could muster, “it's a condition of play. Even just roleplay. Do you need me to give you one?”
“... kimchi.”
“....” Aoi could see Jaejoong facepalming from the corner of his eye. Which pretty much covered his reaction, too.
“What???”
Aoi couldn't even begin to find the words to explain how bizarre that was.
“WHAT?” Changmin exclaimed again, his face turning bright red once more. “It's a perfectly good word! Who would say 'kimchi' in the middle of sex? Even food porn?”
He had a point, as much as Aoi was reluctant to admit it. At the same time....
“All right, all right. Anything else I should know? Or can we get back to the making out and molesting now?”
The quiet laughter that greeted his comment was something of a relief after the earlier mood-killing anger. He doubted he'd get either of them completely naked before Ni~ya returned, was a little surprised his lover hadn't collected at least one of them already. Then again, they had all night. Plenty of time left even if he was behind schedule.
“Oh for ... honestly, Aoi-kun, I leave you out here with these two for how long and you're all still mostly dressed? I'm so disappointed in you....”
“Ni~ya! Ch' ... say that like the time's been wasted,” Aoi chided. “Besides, this way they can provide you with a little show while I ... share some things with you.”
Ni~ya twitched an eyebrow at him but he settled into his favorite chair with a familiar indulgent smile. The two Koreans, on the other hand, were looking a little less certain of just what it was Aoi intended. As if it was really so difficult to understand.
“Well? Or are you both too bad of dancers to manage a little strip tease for us?”
Both sputtered indignant noises and tried to use the excuse of having no music. Aoi rolled his eyes but opted to humor them, providing them a suitable beat before perching himself in Ni~ya's lap. He nuzzled against the crook of Ni~ya's neck for a moment, inhaling deeply of the other man's scent, the usual musk and spice and something else, something he couldn't define other than its association for him with Ni~ya's ropes.
“So what did you learn, kitten?” Ni~ya murmured. Aoi watched their two guests swaying to the music for a moment before shifting around in his boyfriend's lap such that he could whisper directly into the other man's ear.
“Jae should definitely be bound, but we may have a little difficulty with his humiliation kink. As for Changmin ... that one will definitely require a masterful touch,” he said, sighing softly. He felt more than heard Ni~ya's questioning response, needing a moment to sort out his words. Not that there was really anything to say but to be straightforward about the whole thing. “He's a virgin.”
“You're kidding,” Ni~ya said, disbelief heavy in each spoken word.
“If only. And no experience means very limited awareness of kink, even with his porn collection to aid him. He doesn't want to try bondage, though I did have a roleplaying idea that might work almost as well.”
“Oh?”
“Mm. I've always wanted a pet, you know. And I have both their safewords now. Is your pet allowed to ask what you have in store for him, Ni~ya-sama?” Aoi purred, fingers trailing down his lover's clothed chest.
“Tell me what I need to hear.”
“Jae is red. Min is kimchi.”
“Bring them to me,” Ni~ya said, calmly depositing Aoi on his feet as he stood up. The bassist barely even glanced at the two nearly nude Koreans before disappearing back into the bedroom. Such cool words ... and then Aoi was kicking himself for not immediately realizing why. Yunho must surely have been in some sort of bound position by now ... and Aoi had wasted time being coy, hesitant. Idiot.
“Okay, what's his problem??”
“He left a bound submissive without supervision,” Aoi muttered, still kicking himself as he tried to remember where else, other than the bedroom, they might have such things as a collar stashed. Jaejoong and Changmin both stopped short at his comment and Aoi allowed himself a tiny smile at that. Ni~ya's duster perhaps? Very plain and only the one stashed in an interior pocket, but it would do for now.
He made no effort to hide or obstruct what he was holding, forcing himself into the ice prince mental space necessary for what he was about to do. Not as uncomfortable as it had been in the past, something for which he was grateful.
“Do you still wish to experience kinbaku?” he asked Jaejoong coolly.
“I told you before I'm not into that doormat submission crap.”
“The ropes demand submission, compliance. You are the medium, the canvas, the tool the artist uses, with no more will than the brush or the paper. It is required thus.”
“Hyung....”
“And if I say I think you're full of shit?”
“You know where the door is. But Yunho-kun is waiting.”
Something flickered in those eyes, confusion perhaps, or surprise. “You're a perfect bastard,” Jaejoong muttered, dropping his boxers. “This better lead to one really fucking amazing orgasm....”
“Kneel.”
Jaejoong's frown twisted into a scowl, but he did as he was told, lowering his eyes to the floor. Aoi was in no hurry, slipping the collar around Jaejoong's throat and taking his time to buckle it just so, speaking even as he fussed. “You will speak only when directed, you will call him Ni~ya-sama or sir, you will do as you are told without complaint or hesitation. And I think you will find it well worth this small price, Jae-hime.”
Jaejoong twitched, hands clenching into fists, but though his lips compressed into a thin line, the Korean remained silent with his head still bowed. Much as Changmin had done. But now that the moment was obviously past...
“No collar for me?” the youngest asked, trying - and failing - to hide his nervousness, his uncertainty, with a jest and a cheeky grin.
“You? Mm,” Aoi stepped around the still kneeling Jae to approach the naked virgin, grinning up at the much taller man as he considered. “Do you mean to say you can't be my good pet without having a collar?”
“Pet? Aoi-san, I'm not into ... that sort of thing,” Changmin said, gesturing vaguely at Jaejoong. Aoi felt his smile soften, icy edges melting slightly as he tugged the taller man's head down for a brief kiss. He supposed it might be possible, to include someone who had not agreed to take a submissive role, but with Ni~ya already in Dom mode....
“Call him Ni~ya-sama and do as he says. I will take care of the rest,” Aoi murmured, cupping his cheek. Changmin nodded and Aoi did the same. Too long, he was taking too long and if this kept up, Ni~ya would be even more displeased than he already was.
“On your feet, Jae-hime,” he said, the ice slipping over his voice again. “Bedroom's down the hall. Go.”
Jaejoong made no protest, never even looked up at them as he obeyed Aoi's orders.
“Come on,” Aoi murmured, patting Changmin's cheek. “Us, too.”
“Is he ... I mean, I don't ... I don't think I could ... do that. Be that,” the younger man mumbled, blushing again.
“Ni~ya-sama always respects the limits and boundries of others. Push them a little, perhaps, especially the soft ones, but there is always still respect there. Awareness. He knows this is all new for you. It'll be fine. We'll take good care of you, you have my word.”
Aoi sealed his promise with a kiss, though he had to be careful, lest they get too caught up in the moment.
“Come on,” he repeated, smiling again. “Can't stand here all night, let the others have all the fun.”
“I think I could have fun enough right here,” Changmin replied, smirking. Fingers slipped along the rim of Aoi's pants, a reminder that, though his belt had been removed and the pants loosened, he was still wearing them. And would have to remove them sooner or later. Not to mention Changmin's unfair advantage in height. Or the way he had tangled his other hand into Aoi's hair and was now gently insisting on exposing Aoi's neck for him to nibble.
“Min....”
“Can't we just stay here? Just the two of us,” the younger man murmured, lips only barely parted from sensitive skin. “Please, Aoi-san....”
“I thought you wanted to be a part of things, Min?”
“I....” Changmin stepped back, teeth worrying at his bottom lip. “I am curious, I just ... I've never done anything like this before and I.... I mean I want to watch, I do, I just....” The younger man trailed off, biting down on his own lip hard for a moment before taking a deep breath and nodding decisively to himself. “I don't want my first time to be in some sort of bondage orgy.
“You, on the other hand,” he continued a beat later, something not entirely unlike a leer painting itself on his face as he stepped close again to curl arms around Aoi's waist. “That I'd like. Just you and me....”
Aoi couldn't help a smile at that, reaching up to pat Changmin's cheek. This was a hard limit then. They could deal with that.
“If we stay out here, you won't be able to watch anything,” he pointed out with a slight smirk of his own. “You do want to watch, right?”
“I do, I just....”
“Nothing you don't want, Min-chan,” Aoi repeated, tugging at a lock of dark brown hair. “But you're going to miss things if we don't join them soon.”
Changmin nodded, arms dropping from around his waist to make a tiny gesture towards the bedroom. Aoi grinned up at the younger man, catching Changmin's hand in his as he headed for the bedroom.
// TBC
Educational Footnotes!
1. 'Kimchi' is a bad safeword to use in a Japanese scene - too close to 'kimochi'.
2. Rope bondage is very dangerous and even with an experienced practicioner, permanent nerve damage can set in within ten minutes. A bound submissive should never be left unsupervised, particularly if there's any chance of harming him/herself.