[fic] Feast of the Senses [4/5]
title: Feast of the Senses
chapter: 4/5
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 | Chapter 3
notes: Um...still out of things to say, apparently. Again with the educational footnotes at the end of the chapter. Not much left now, just the smex!
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.
~*~*~
Ni~ya glanced over his shoulder at the sound of approaching footsteps. Only one, the princess. At least Aoi had managed to get a collar around his throat, tamed that haughty demeanor, if only just barely. How would Yunho react to seeing his princess like this? Though it was at the moment a nonissue, Yunho's eyes still gently closed even though he'd twitched at hearing those same footsteps. He would see how well trained this one was, his attention turning back to checking Yunho's bonds. For someone with no experience, Yunho was handling things quite well, ceding over his power almost too easily. Ni~ya was quietly amazed and deeply honored by the show of trust.
A soft gasp a moment later told him plenty about the state of the princess, however. Jaejoong had obviously seen the two of them, meaning he'd broken posture and looked up. Not that Ni~ya could be said to be surprised - if anything, he was more impressed that Jaejoong had not actually said something. Too surprised? Or too aroused.
A moment longer, more to see if Jaejoong would speak out of turn than anything else, and then he turned away from Yunho. Jaejoong's head was bowed again, teeth worrying at his lower lip.
“He sent you ahead?”
“Yes, Ni~ya-sama,” the younger murmured, head still bowed. A brief curiosity of why that was, quickly set aside. He trusted Aoi to know what he was doing.
“Come here.”
Jaejoong said nothing, silently moving forward. And then just standing there in front of Ni~ya. How useless.
“Is it that your education is incomplete or are you always so willful, slut?” he growled, grabbing a handful of Jaejoong's hair. He ignored the sounds of movement from the bed, the hiss of indrawn breath as he forced Jaejoong to his knees.
“I am no one's trained submissive. Ni~ya-sama,” Jaejoong muttered, the name added like an afterthought.
“Could have fooled me,” Ni~ya growled, twisting black strands in one hand, the other tracing the line of the collar around the Korean's throat.
“This was the price I agreed to pay to experience your rope technique,” the other man hissed, his body twisting in an effort to ease the strain on his scalp. “Ni~ya-sama.”
“Filthy bitch,” Ni~ya snarled, releasing Jaejoong with a push that sent the younger man sprawling to the floor. “You want, but you make no effort to convince me you deserve it.”
He turned his back on Jaejoong then, mildly surprised that there was still no sign of Aoi or Changmin. He had been expecting them to be right behind this one, but....
Yunho was sitting up on the bed, fists clenched, eyes and lips both tightly shut. As if it was requiring nearly all his strength to keep from breaking the rules Ni~ya had given him earlier. Well ... at least he hadn't coded out already. Perhaps he hadn't truly known about Jaejoong's verbal kink, only suspected? Aoi had mentioned that there might be difficulty, but Ni~ya had assumed his boyfriend had been referring to Changmin. Thoughtful, he moved back to the bed, running his hand over the ropes and cloth covering Yunho's chest but not yet forcing the other back down.
“So eager to defend him,” he murmured. “But you know, don't you? You know he craves this. You don't understand it, but you can't deny it.”
Yunho's mouth opened, then closed again without a sound. The need to understand that had brought him this far was now apparently keeping him silent, keeping that one word off his lips. Ni~ya certainly wouldn't complain, but whether he could provide worthy answers....
“You wanted to know what I could give him that you couldn't,” Ni~ya crooned, lips almost brushing against the curve of Yunho's ear. “Open your eyes then and watch. Watch as I give him what you can't. Or won't.”
Jaejoong had moved from his graceless sprawl to a crouch on the far side of the room, glaring at him. But whatever anger in his eyes, the Korean's safeword still hadn't been uttered. So then, one who had to be forced through every step of his submission perhaps? Well, they would find out together.
“Do you see that collar, Yunho-kun?” he asked, even though he'd already heard the gasp that gave away that Yunho had indeed seen. The bound man nodded, licking his lips, and Ni~ya continued: “that collar makes him mine, to do with as I please. But I'm not completely unreasonable. Tell me, what have you envisioned for him? How would you have him tied, were you in my place?”
“I ... I don't know, Ni~ya-sama,” Yunho stammered. “I don't know anything about that.”
“Shame,” he murmured, stepping away from the younger man and towards the foot of the bed.
“You're not proving anything by sulking over there,” he informed the still glaring Jaejoong. “If you want something, come over here and ask for it properly.”
Jaejoong hesitated a moment longer before getting his feet under him. Another moment of hesitation and then he was easing forward, his posture a confused mix of defiant and wary. Ni~ya simply waited, standing at the foot of the bed, barefoot, shirtless, and intimidating. But perhaps not yet intimidating enough as Jaejoong was still standing. Silent, but standing. Ah, but then he could stay silent just as easily, arching an eyebrow. He had already said more than enough, it was up to Jaejoong to make the next move. And if there was frustration in those dark eyes, well, that wasn't really his fault. He'd told Jaejoong what he needed to do.
“I am not -,” the Korean started and Ni~ya silenced him with the press of a single finger to those thin lips.
“You accepted the collar. That word has no place coming from these lips. I have been more than patient with you, but continue this, and I will eject you from the room, Jae-hime.”
A flinch and eyes lowered, a hint of color on his cheeks. Yet even with his own words, Ni~ya was pleasantly surprised when Jaejoong sank to his knees without need for further violence.
“Please forgive my insolence, Ni~ya-sama,” he murmured, head bowed submissively. “I want -.”
“Ah!”
“I mean ... your canvas awaits your pleasure, Ni~ya-sama.”
Better, much better. But he couldn't be convinced so easily, not after what he'd said earlier.
“Prove it,” he said with a quiet chill to his voice. Jaejoong blinked up at him in confusion. Ni~ya cupped Jaejoong's chin, running his thumb over those lips. That was apparently enough, understanding flickering in dark eyes as the younger man's tongue flicked out to touch the pad of his thumb. Long fingered hands slid up leather-clad thighs to make short work of fastenings, tugging clingy material down over his hips. Ni~ya's hand shifted into silky black hair as Jaejoong freed his length from confining leather. A brief teasing flicker of tongue, then lips closed around the head of his cock in gentle suction. Ni~ya allowed himself only the faintest exhaled sigh of pleasure as lips slid lower and tongue moved over hardening flesh. He'd expected Jaejoong to be at least moderately talented at using that mouth of his for more than just biting out sharp remarks. His fingers curled into dark hair but he let Jaejoong set his own pace for now, watched his head bob up and down on his length.
Soft footsteps reached his ears, but he ignored them, continued to watch Jaejoong as they paused, then started again. Another hand joined his on Jaejoong's head, the silver armor ring marking it as belonging to Aoi. But though his eyes searched, Jaejoong didn't stop what he was doing. Only a moment longer and then Ni~ya was pulling Jaejoong's head back, his eyes fixed on Aoi.
“Took you long enough.”
“Complications,” Aoi murmured, stroking the silky hair beneath his hand. “Have we missed much?”
Complications. That word, combined with the fact that Changmin was trying to be invisible against one wall.... He could indulge a voyeur's kink. Taking all three had been perhaps a bit greedy of Aoi in the first place. A tiny nod as he freed his hand from the kneeling Korean's hair.
“Have a taste while I decide what to do with him,” Ni~ya murmured with a negligent gesture in Jaejoong's direction. Something not unlike anger flickered across the kneeling man's face, but as long as he stayed silent, Ni~ya would ignore such things. And Jaejoong did indeed remain silent, lips compressing into a thin line that refused admittance to Aoi's cock. Ni~ya snorted and shook his head; if vicious force was what Jaejoong wanted, he was doing a good job of getting it.
While Aoi dealt with the petulant princess, Ni~ya walked over to where Changmin was standing. The youngest's eyes widened and Ni~ya grinned, predatory in his approach.
“N-ni~ya-sama....”
“Just watching, Min-kun?”
“Y-yes, Ni~ya-sama. Aoi-san said ... said it would be okay.”
“Mm,” Ni~ya acknowledged, running a finger down Changmin's sternum. “If you change your mind, just say something.”
“Yes, Ni~ya-sama. Thank you, Ni~ya-sama.”
Ni~ya shifted, leaning against the wall beside Changmin. Aoi had a fistful of hair in his hand and it looked less like Jaejoong was blowing him and more like Aoi was fucking the princess's mouth. Yunho was watching with a sort of horrified, trapped deer expression, not wanting to see what was before him but unable to look away. Wetness glistened on Jaejoong's cheeks and Ni~ya could feel Changmin twitching beside him, anxious to do or say something but uncertain of his place.
“Sa-.”
“All right, Aoi, that's enough,” Ni~ya said as he pushed away from the wall, overriding whatever Yunho had been about to say. Aoi released Jaejoong with a huff, the Korean falling back onto his heels and gasping for breath. Another step and Ni~ya was close enough to stroke Jaejoong's hair, another whisper of surprise for the way the younger man leaned into his touch.
“Better now, Jae-hime?” he asked quietly, still stroking dark hair. “Aoi, the plain lead.”
His boyfriend immediately fetched the proper leash, placing it in his hand with a deferential touch. The other hand held the lace choker they sometimes used in these scenes, an outward sign of the fine line between collared submissive and equal partner. As much as Aoi was his partner in dominating these three men, in the end, his lover was still a submissive. His submissive. Ni~ya clipped the lead to Jaejoong's collar but took his time with the choker, loading the moment with meaning and love. A brief interlude of sorts and when it was finished, Ni~ya retrieved Jaejoong's leash.
Two sets of dark eyes followed his every move as he coaxed Jaejoong forward on hands and knees, towards the bed, with gentle gestures and murmured words of command. He brought him up short beside the bed, quiet tones directing Jaejoong to stay as he was. Dropping the leash, Ni~ya turned and snagged another one of his ropes, red this time. He used his foot to nudge Jaejoong's knees slightly further apart, his hands busy folding the rope and tying off the first loop. Jaejoong's eyes remained submissively lowered even as Ni~ya dropped the loop over the younger man's head. Heavy silence as he made quick work of the first stage, wrapping the rope around Jaejoong in a long karada that trapped his upper arms against his sides, the pattern continuing down to just over his hips.
“Up,” he murmured, using both the leash and a hand to guide Jaejoong back up to his feet and then onto the bed. Getting him to straddle Yunho required a little more effort, if only because he had to first get Yunho to lay down, but both men whimpered at the teasing contact, Jaejoong's nakedness against Yunho's remaining clothes as Jaejoong settled into place. Ni~ya unclipped the lead, setting it on the nightstand before fetching another length of rope. This one was wrapped around wrists crossed and tucked into the small of Jaejoong's back, then bound into the net. Simple, unadventurous bindings, but then intricate was meant for someone whose body and tolerances one knew well. Something for his own captured prince, not random playthings.
“He would never ask this of you, would he?” Ni~ya murmured, crouching down beside the bed so he could more easily run a hand through Yunho's hair. “He knows you don't have it in you to do this to him, to treat him this way. Not everyone does. But even if he came to me again, it would only ever be for this. To sate this hunger that you can't.”
A cloud of emotions in dark eyes, anger at the forefront. Anger that warred with a burning need to understand and a confusion, perhaps wondering why Jaejoong hadn't stopped things.
“This, this scene, this moment, this is purely physical. He has you for the things his soul needs. Love, care, concern, compassion. This could never replace that.”
“Ni~ya-sama talks too much,” Aoi crooned, curling around Ni~ya's shoulders not unlike some great cat. Hot breath washed against his ear with each word his lover spoke. “Ni~ya-sama's kitten wants to play.”
“Kitten is lucky Ni~ya-sama is still willing to let him,” Ni~ya shot back, shrugging out of the guitarist's arms. “Put that tongue of yours to better use.”
Aoi smirked, tongue toying with his corkscrew piercing. Insolent little.... And yet without further prompting Aoi climbed onto the bed between Yunho's spread legs, seemingly heedless of the way it made Yunho tense, of Jaejoong's attempts to twist around enough to see what he was doing. Ni~ya watched as Aoi whispered kisses and licks over Yunho's thigh, shifting a moment later to nip at Jaejoong's back between the ropes. His skilled tongue flicked and tasted and teased bound flesh. Jaejoong's fingers were drawn into Aoi's mouth in a lewd display that the two bound Koreans could only partially enjoy. Wet pleasure was spread more or less equally between the two bodies, drawing forth mewls and moans of purest delight.
And then Aoi was mouthing Yunho's cock through his boxer briefs, fingers finally joining mouth in tormenting the younger man. Yunho was moaning more freely now, hips rocking up against Jaejoong's weight and Aoi's mouth, which in turn pulled pleading whimpers from Jaejoong. Aoi's tongue traced the outline of Yunho's bulge, doing nothing to free hardening flesh from damp and confining cotton. Ni~ya leaned forward again so he could speak softly to Yunho alone.
“He really does have an amazing tongue. Shall I have him prepare Jaejoong for you?”
“Nng ... N-Ni~ya-sama....”
“I'll take that as a yes,” he murmured, chuckling. Moving away from Yunho, Ni~ya rounded the end of the bed. One knee planted itself on the mattress, his whole body pressing against Aoi, trapping him in position. His lover's movements stilled immediately, a low moan muffled against Yunho's cock.
“Don't forget about Jaejoong, kitten,” Ni~ya murmured, nuzzling the back of Aoi's neck. Now it was his turn, nipping and biting his way down Aoi's spine while his lover shifted attentions to Jaejoong's ass. Ni~ya lingered in the small of Aoi's back, tongue tracing the black lines of the lotus that was still new to Aoi's body. Perhaps in another six months they would finish the design. A final nip at uncolored petals and then he was tugging Aoi's pants down, waiting patiently as Aoi lifted first one knee than the other. Pants were cast aside, his own soon following suit before he rejoined the three on the bed.
Jaejoong was restless atop Yunho, moans and whimpers cycling through explosion and repression, as if he were conditioned to trying to restrain himself, but not very good at it. Nor could Ni~ya particularly blame him for his lack of self-control, not with the way Aoi's tongue was laving intimate and wet attention on his body. Yunho was more restrained in his vocalizations, but only to a point; Aoi's hand, after all, was still stroking him through his boxer briefs.
Yet only Aoi seemed aware enough to notice the pop of the lube's cap, the guitarist's weight shifting back and forth in what was likely intended to be an enticing waggle. Ni~ya bit back a laugh at his kitten's silly display, squeezing lube out onto his fingers. He didn't bother to wait for it to warm, either, rimming his lover's entrance with cool-slick touches. Aoi whimpered and pushed back, begging for more, but Ni~ya merely continued his slow teasing, lips and teeth making their way back up Aoi's spine until he could nuzzle against the back of his ear.
“You get penetrated when Jae-hime does,” he whispered and beneath him Aoi shivered before redoubling his efforts. Jaejoong stopped trying to control himself, his moans instead becoming garbled pleas for more, for release. It was only then that Aoi relented enough to put serious effort into freeing Yunho's cock from the confines of rope-bound cotton. Yunho's low moan made it obvious when the other had succeeded and Ni~ya sat back to watch as Aoi maneuvered the two younger men into position. He waited patiently, watching as Aoi helped Jaejoong onto Yunho's straining cock, all the while whispering in the Korean's ear. Tiny movements to start, but it was Yunho who cried his name first.
“Please ... Ni~ya-sama. Oh god, please.... Please, let me touch him,” Yunho pleaded, lust and hunger and raw need laid plain in his voice. Ni~ya said nothing, but he moved off the bed, the pleading degrading into needy whimpers as the mattress registered his movement. A hand to his chest stilled Jaejoong completely. Ni~ya pulled Yunho's arms up off his stomach, making short work of the bindings, chafing each arm in turn, though they didn't really need it. He removed nothing else, but this seemed enough, Yunho's hands taking to moving over Jaejoong's body with urgency. Jaejoong's response was no less anxious, though he was still not managing to lift himself very much.
And then there was Aoi, nipping at Jaejoong's neck and spine, lapping at pale shoulders. Strange. Ni~ya smirked when he saw why: Jaejoong's bound hands had, it seemed, found Aoi's cock in their earlier whisperings and was now stroking and fondling the older man. And it didn't matter that they were awkward, short strokes ... particularly not after Ni~ya pressed against Aoi's back.
“Ni~ya-sama,” Aoi whimpered, a world of begging in the use of his name. Ni~ya gave in to his lover's wants, lubing himself in a couple quick strokes before pushing into Aoi's willing body. Aoi hissed at the burn of being penetrated with so little preparation, but Ni~ya knew better than to think his lover truly minded. They were used to this and moreover he knew his lover enjoyed the pain.
It was a strange sort of synchronicity into which the four of them settled, the sounds of sex and moaning filling the air. Perhaps because of the hair tugging in which Aoi was indulging, perhaps simply the teasing and the nature of the scene, Jaejoong came first, Yunho little more than a heartbeat behind him. Aoi pulled hard on Jaejoong's hair until he had the other turned enough to be able to plunder the young man's mouth. Ni~ya pushed them both to a quick release, enough to take the edge off for both of them, if not necessarily completely sating either of them. There was, after all, still Changmin to consider, their silent voyeur.
While Aoi began the careful and gentle process of cleaning, Ni~ya set about unwinding his ropes. Starting with Yunho. Legs were stretched and chafed to ease the return of circulation and then Jaejoong was lifted clear, passed over to Aoi's gentle care more properly so he could remove the rope binding Yunho's torso, allowing the young man to move as he liked. When Yunho rolled over onto his side, Ni~ya unwound the ropes on Jaejoong's body, still keeping an eye on Yunho since Aoi was now trying to wipe clean his abdomen and Yunho did not look pleased by this. Something probably impolite was snarled in Korean, Yunho swiping at Aoi. Perhaps he'd only been trying to take the cloth for himself, perhaps the strike had been completely intentional. Either way, the suddenness caught Aoi completely off guard. More surprising than that, however, was the way Changmin seemingly materialized from nowhere to tug Aoi back even further as Yunho struggled to get his feet under him. Another bark of Korean, enough to get Jaejoong to twist around to see what was going on behind him.
Rope was a poor whip, but Yunho was on the far side of the bed and Ni~ya had nothing else close at hand to throw at the snarling man. It didn't crack quite right, but the end still managed to only kiss Yunho's back, a minor miracle.
“Sa-gwa! We're done! Min, get your -.”
This time it was Changmin spitting angry Korean, though the message was clear enough: Changmin had no intentions of going anywhere.
“Shower, now,” Ni~ya said, a voice of calm in the brittleness of the moment. “I haven't finished with Jae-hime yet, you might as well take advantage of my hospitality before you leave.”
Yunho gave every indication of wanting to protest, but while Jaejoong's wrists were free, the karada was still in place. Even with a knife, it would take time to remove and there was no need for Ni~ya to do anything so rash. More Korean, the tone pitched to be soothing this time and coming from Jaejoong. Likely it was the source more than the words that took the wind from Yunho's sails, sent him wobbling meekly for the ensuite.
“When you are done with me, Ni~ya-sama,” Jaejoong murmured, watching Yunho's retreat, “I will take care of him. I may even get him to let Minnie stay longer ... but it would be best if Aoi-san were not in this room when we have finished showering.”
Ni~ya nodded, firing a look at Aoi. His lover was already starting to recover his poise, but Aoi was also still keeping Changmin between himself and the ensuite door as he tugged the Korean out of the room.
“If you want to stay the night ... we'll be in the other bedroom with no need to worry about Yunho-kun and Aoi-kun crossing paths again. It's up to you.”
“Thank you, Ni~ya-sama,” Jaejoong murmured. A demure brush of fingers as Ni~ya slipped the rope from around Jaejoong's neck and then the younger man was slipping off the bed, heading for the shower. Perhaps he should lock the door on the other bedroom? Perhaps it would not matter. Changmin was old enough to make his own choices, regardless of what these other two seemed to think.
// TBC
Educational Footnotes!
1. More bad Dom behavior - it's against the rules of etiquette to speak over someone trying to code out and a Dom who is willing to do that should not be trusted.
chapter: 4/5
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 | Chapter 3
notes: Um...still out of things to say, apparently. Again with the educational footnotes at the end of the chapter. Not much left now, just the smex!
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.
~*~*~
Ni~ya glanced over his shoulder at the sound of approaching footsteps. Only one, the princess. At least Aoi had managed to get a collar around his throat, tamed that haughty demeanor, if only just barely. How would Yunho react to seeing his princess like this? Though it was at the moment a nonissue, Yunho's eyes still gently closed even though he'd twitched at hearing those same footsteps. He would see how well trained this one was, his attention turning back to checking Yunho's bonds. For someone with no experience, Yunho was handling things quite well, ceding over his power almost too easily. Ni~ya was quietly amazed and deeply honored by the show of trust.
A soft gasp a moment later told him plenty about the state of the princess, however. Jaejoong had obviously seen the two of them, meaning he'd broken posture and looked up. Not that Ni~ya could be said to be surprised - if anything, he was more impressed that Jaejoong had not actually said something. Too surprised? Or too aroused.
A moment longer, more to see if Jaejoong would speak out of turn than anything else, and then he turned away from Yunho. Jaejoong's head was bowed again, teeth worrying at his lower lip.
“He sent you ahead?”
“Yes, Ni~ya-sama,” the younger murmured, head still bowed. A brief curiosity of why that was, quickly set aside. He trusted Aoi to know what he was doing.
“Come here.”
Jaejoong said nothing, silently moving forward. And then just standing there in front of Ni~ya. How useless.
“Is it that your education is incomplete or are you always so willful, slut?” he growled, grabbing a handful of Jaejoong's hair. He ignored the sounds of movement from the bed, the hiss of indrawn breath as he forced Jaejoong to his knees.
“I am no one's trained submissive. Ni~ya-sama,” Jaejoong muttered, the name added like an afterthought.
“Could have fooled me,” Ni~ya growled, twisting black strands in one hand, the other tracing the line of the collar around the Korean's throat.
“This was the price I agreed to pay to experience your rope technique,” the other man hissed, his body twisting in an effort to ease the strain on his scalp. “Ni~ya-sama.”
“Filthy bitch,” Ni~ya snarled, releasing Jaejoong with a push that sent the younger man sprawling to the floor. “You want, but you make no effort to convince me you deserve it.”
He turned his back on Jaejoong then, mildly surprised that there was still no sign of Aoi or Changmin. He had been expecting them to be right behind this one, but....
Yunho was sitting up on the bed, fists clenched, eyes and lips both tightly shut. As if it was requiring nearly all his strength to keep from breaking the rules Ni~ya had given him earlier. Well ... at least he hadn't coded out already. Perhaps he hadn't truly known about Jaejoong's verbal kink, only suspected? Aoi had mentioned that there might be difficulty, but Ni~ya had assumed his boyfriend had been referring to Changmin. Thoughtful, he moved back to the bed, running his hand over the ropes and cloth covering Yunho's chest but not yet forcing the other back down.
“So eager to defend him,” he murmured. “But you know, don't you? You know he craves this. You don't understand it, but you can't deny it.”
Yunho's mouth opened, then closed again without a sound. The need to understand that had brought him this far was now apparently keeping him silent, keeping that one word off his lips. Ni~ya certainly wouldn't complain, but whether he could provide worthy answers....
“You wanted to know what I could give him that you couldn't,” Ni~ya crooned, lips almost brushing against the curve of Yunho's ear. “Open your eyes then and watch. Watch as I give him what you can't. Or won't.”
Jaejoong had moved from his graceless sprawl to a crouch on the far side of the room, glaring at him. But whatever anger in his eyes, the Korean's safeword still hadn't been uttered. So then, one who had to be forced through every step of his submission perhaps? Well, they would find out together.
“Do you see that collar, Yunho-kun?” he asked, even though he'd already heard the gasp that gave away that Yunho had indeed seen. The bound man nodded, licking his lips, and Ni~ya continued: “that collar makes him mine, to do with as I please. But I'm not completely unreasonable. Tell me, what have you envisioned for him? How would you have him tied, were you in my place?”
“I ... I don't know, Ni~ya-sama,” Yunho stammered. “I don't know anything about that.”
“Shame,” he murmured, stepping away from the younger man and towards the foot of the bed.
“You're not proving anything by sulking over there,” he informed the still glaring Jaejoong. “If you want something, come over here and ask for it properly.”
Jaejoong hesitated a moment longer before getting his feet under him. Another moment of hesitation and then he was easing forward, his posture a confused mix of defiant and wary. Ni~ya simply waited, standing at the foot of the bed, barefoot, shirtless, and intimidating. But perhaps not yet intimidating enough as Jaejoong was still standing. Silent, but standing. Ah, but then he could stay silent just as easily, arching an eyebrow. He had already said more than enough, it was up to Jaejoong to make the next move. And if there was frustration in those dark eyes, well, that wasn't really his fault. He'd told Jaejoong what he needed to do.
“I am not -,” the Korean started and Ni~ya silenced him with the press of a single finger to those thin lips.
“You accepted the collar. That word has no place coming from these lips. I have been more than patient with you, but continue this, and I will eject you from the room, Jae-hime.”
A flinch and eyes lowered, a hint of color on his cheeks. Yet even with his own words, Ni~ya was pleasantly surprised when Jaejoong sank to his knees without need for further violence.
“Please forgive my insolence, Ni~ya-sama,” he murmured, head bowed submissively. “I want -.”
“Ah!”
“I mean ... your canvas awaits your pleasure, Ni~ya-sama.”
Better, much better. But he couldn't be convinced so easily, not after what he'd said earlier.
“Prove it,” he said with a quiet chill to his voice. Jaejoong blinked up at him in confusion. Ni~ya cupped Jaejoong's chin, running his thumb over those lips. That was apparently enough, understanding flickering in dark eyes as the younger man's tongue flicked out to touch the pad of his thumb. Long fingered hands slid up leather-clad thighs to make short work of fastenings, tugging clingy material down over his hips. Ni~ya's hand shifted into silky black hair as Jaejoong freed his length from confining leather. A brief teasing flicker of tongue, then lips closed around the head of his cock in gentle suction. Ni~ya allowed himself only the faintest exhaled sigh of pleasure as lips slid lower and tongue moved over hardening flesh. He'd expected Jaejoong to be at least moderately talented at using that mouth of his for more than just biting out sharp remarks. His fingers curled into dark hair but he let Jaejoong set his own pace for now, watched his head bob up and down on his length.
Soft footsteps reached his ears, but he ignored them, continued to watch Jaejoong as they paused, then started again. Another hand joined his on Jaejoong's head, the silver armor ring marking it as belonging to Aoi. But though his eyes searched, Jaejoong didn't stop what he was doing. Only a moment longer and then Ni~ya was pulling Jaejoong's head back, his eyes fixed on Aoi.
“Took you long enough.”
“Complications,” Aoi murmured, stroking the silky hair beneath his hand. “Have we missed much?”
Complications. That word, combined with the fact that Changmin was trying to be invisible against one wall.... He could indulge a voyeur's kink. Taking all three had been perhaps a bit greedy of Aoi in the first place. A tiny nod as he freed his hand from the kneeling Korean's hair.
“Have a taste while I decide what to do with him,” Ni~ya murmured with a negligent gesture in Jaejoong's direction. Something not unlike anger flickered across the kneeling man's face, but as long as he stayed silent, Ni~ya would ignore such things. And Jaejoong did indeed remain silent, lips compressing into a thin line that refused admittance to Aoi's cock. Ni~ya snorted and shook his head; if vicious force was what Jaejoong wanted, he was doing a good job of getting it.
While Aoi dealt with the petulant princess, Ni~ya walked over to where Changmin was standing. The youngest's eyes widened and Ni~ya grinned, predatory in his approach.
“N-ni~ya-sama....”
“Just watching, Min-kun?”
“Y-yes, Ni~ya-sama. Aoi-san said ... said it would be okay.”
“Mm,” Ni~ya acknowledged, running a finger down Changmin's sternum. “If you change your mind, just say something.”
“Yes, Ni~ya-sama. Thank you, Ni~ya-sama.”
Ni~ya shifted, leaning against the wall beside Changmin. Aoi had a fistful of hair in his hand and it looked less like Jaejoong was blowing him and more like Aoi was fucking the princess's mouth. Yunho was watching with a sort of horrified, trapped deer expression, not wanting to see what was before him but unable to look away. Wetness glistened on Jaejoong's cheeks and Ni~ya could feel Changmin twitching beside him, anxious to do or say something but uncertain of his place.
“Sa-.”
“All right, Aoi, that's enough,” Ni~ya said as he pushed away from the wall, overriding whatever Yunho had been about to say. Aoi released Jaejoong with a huff, the Korean falling back onto his heels and gasping for breath. Another step and Ni~ya was close enough to stroke Jaejoong's hair, another whisper of surprise for the way the younger man leaned into his touch.
“Better now, Jae-hime?” he asked quietly, still stroking dark hair. “Aoi, the plain lead.”
His boyfriend immediately fetched the proper leash, placing it in his hand with a deferential touch. The other hand held the lace choker they sometimes used in these scenes, an outward sign of the fine line between collared submissive and equal partner. As much as Aoi was his partner in dominating these three men, in the end, his lover was still a submissive. His submissive. Ni~ya clipped the lead to Jaejoong's collar but took his time with the choker, loading the moment with meaning and love. A brief interlude of sorts and when it was finished, Ni~ya retrieved Jaejoong's leash.
Two sets of dark eyes followed his every move as he coaxed Jaejoong forward on hands and knees, towards the bed, with gentle gestures and murmured words of command. He brought him up short beside the bed, quiet tones directing Jaejoong to stay as he was. Dropping the leash, Ni~ya turned and snagged another one of his ropes, red this time. He used his foot to nudge Jaejoong's knees slightly further apart, his hands busy folding the rope and tying off the first loop. Jaejoong's eyes remained submissively lowered even as Ni~ya dropped the loop over the younger man's head. Heavy silence as he made quick work of the first stage, wrapping the rope around Jaejoong in a long karada that trapped his upper arms against his sides, the pattern continuing down to just over his hips.
“Up,” he murmured, using both the leash and a hand to guide Jaejoong back up to his feet and then onto the bed. Getting him to straddle Yunho required a little more effort, if only because he had to first get Yunho to lay down, but both men whimpered at the teasing contact, Jaejoong's nakedness against Yunho's remaining clothes as Jaejoong settled into place. Ni~ya unclipped the lead, setting it on the nightstand before fetching another length of rope. This one was wrapped around wrists crossed and tucked into the small of Jaejoong's back, then bound into the net. Simple, unadventurous bindings, but then intricate was meant for someone whose body and tolerances one knew well. Something for his own captured prince, not random playthings.
“He would never ask this of you, would he?” Ni~ya murmured, crouching down beside the bed so he could more easily run a hand through Yunho's hair. “He knows you don't have it in you to do this to him, to treat him this way. Not everyone does. But even if he came to me again, it would only ever be for this. To sate this hunger that you can't.”
A cloud of emotions in dark eyes, anger at the forefront. Anger that warred with a burning need to understand and a confusion, perhaps wondering why Jaejoong hadn't stopped things.
“This, this scene, this moment, this is purely physical. He has you for the things his soul needs. Love, care, concern, compassion. This could never replace that.”
“Ni~ya-sama talks too much,” Aoi crooned, curling around Ni~ya's shoulders not unlike some great cat. Hot breath washed against his ear with each word his lover spoke. “Ni~ya-sama's kitten wants to play.”
“Kitten is lucky Ni~ya-sama is still willing to let him,” Ni~ya shot back, shrugging out of the guitarist's arms. “Put that tongue of yours to better use.”
Aoi smirked, tongue toying with his corkscrew piercing. Insolent little.... And yet without further prompting Aoi climbed onto the bed between Yunho's spread legs, seemingly heedless of the way it made Yunho tense, of Jaejoong's attempts to twist around enough to see what he was doing. Ni~ya watched as Aoi whispered kisses and licks over Yunho's thigh, shifting a moment later to nip at Jaejoong's back between the ropes. His skilled tongue flicked and tasted and teased bound flesh. Jaejoong's fingers were drawn into Aoi's mouth in a lewd display that the two bound Koreans could only partially enjoy. Wet pleasure was spread more or less equally between the two bodies, drawing forth mewls and moans of purest delight.
And then Aoi was mouthing Yunho's cock through his boxer briefs, fingers finally joining mouth in tormenting the younger man. Yunho was moaning more freely now, hips rocking up against Jaejoong's weight and Aoi's mouth, which in turn pulled pleading whimpers from Jaejoong. Aoi's tongue traced the outline of Yunho's bulge, doing nothing to free hardening flesh from damp and confining cotton. Ni~ya leaned forward again so he could speak softly to Yunho alone.
“He really does have an amazing tongue. Shall I have him prepare Jaejoong for you?”
“Nng ... N-Ni~ya-sama....”
“I'll take that as a yes,” he murmured, chuckling. Moving away from Yunho, Ni~ya rounded the end of the bed. One knee planted itself on the mattress, his whole body pressing against Aoi, trapping him in position. His lover's movements stilled immediately, a low moan muffled against Yunho's cock.
“Don't forget about Jaejoong, kitten,” Ni~ya murmured, nuzzling the back of Aoi's neck. Now it was his turn, nipping and biting his way down Aoi's spine while his lover shifted attentions to Jaejoong's ass. Ni~ya lingered in the small of Aoi's back, tongue tracing the black lines of the lotus that was still new to Aoi's body. Perhaps in another six months they would finish the design. A final nip at uncolored petals and then he was tugging Aoi's pants down, waiting patiently as Aoi lifted first one knee than the other. Pants were cast aside, his own soon following suit before he rejoined the three on the bed.
Jaejoong was restless atop Yunho, moans and whimpers cycling through explosion and repression, as if he were conditioned to trying to restrain himself, but not very good at it. Nor could Ni~ya particularly blame him for his lack of self-control, not with the way Aoi's tongue was laving intimate and wet attention on his body. Yunho was more restrained in his vocalizations, but only to a point; Aoi's hand, after all, was still stroking him through his boxer briefs.
Yet only Aoi seemed aware enough to notice the pop of the lube's cap, the guitarist's weight shifting back and forth in what was likely intended to be an enticing waggle. Ni~ya bit back a laugh at his kitten's silly display, squeezing lube out onto his fingers. He didn't bother to wait for it to warm, either, rimming his lover's entrance with cool-slick touches. Aoi whimpered and pushed back, begging for more, but Ni~ya merely continued his slow teasing, lips and teeth making their way back up Aoi's spine until he could nuzzle against the back of his ear.
“You get penetrated when Jae-hime does,” he whispered and beneath him Aoi shivered before redoubling his efforts. Jaejoong stopped trying to control himself, his moans instead becoming garbled pleas for more, for release. It was only then that Aoi relented enough to put serious effort into freeing Yunho's cock from the confines of rope-bound cotton. Yunho's low moan made it obvious when the other had succeeded and Ni~ya sat back to watch as Aoi maneuvered the two younger men into position. He waited patiently, watching as Aoi helped Jaejoong onto Yunho's straining cock, all the while whispering in the Korean's ear. Tiny movements to start, but it was Yunho who cried his name first.
“Please ... Ni~ya-sama. Oh god, please.... Please, let me touch him,” Yunho pleaded, lust and hunger and raw need laid plain in his voice. Ni~ya said nothing, but he moved off the bed, the pleading degrading into needy whimpers as the mattress registered his movement. A hand to his chest stilled Jaejoong completely. Ni~ya pulled Yunho's arms up off his stomach, making short work of the bindings, chafing each arm in turn, though they didn't really need it. He removed nothing else, but this seemed enough, Yunho's hands taking to moving over Jaejoong's body with urgency. Jaejoong's response was no less anxious, though he was still not managing to lift himself very much.
And then there was Aoi, nipping at Jaejoong's neck and spine, lapping at pale shoulders. Strange. Ni~ya smirked when he saw why: Jaejoong's bound hands had, it seemed, found Aoi's cock in their earlier whisperings and was now stroking and fondling the older man. And it didn't matter that they were awkward, short strokes ... particularly not after Ni~ya pressed against Aoi's back.
“Ni~ya-sama,” Aoi whimpered, a world of begging in the use of his name. Ni~ya gave in to his lover's wants, lubing himself in a couple quick strokes before pushing into Aoi's willing body. Aoi hissed at the burn of being penetrated with so little preparation, but Ni~ya knew better than to think his lover truly minded. They were used to this and moreover he knew his lover enjoyed the pain.
It was a strange sort of synchronicity into which the four of them settled, the sounds of sex and moaning filling the air. Perhaps because of the hair tugging in which Aoi was indulging, perhaps simply the teasing and the nature of the scene, Jaejoong came first, Yunho little more than a heartbeat behind him. Aoi pulled hard on Jaejoong's hair until he had the other turned enough to be able to plunder the young man's mouth. Ni~ya pushed them both to a quick release, enough to take the edge off for both of them, if not necessarily completely sating either of them. There was, after all, still Changmin to consider, their silent voyeur.
While Aoi began the careful and gentle process of cleaning, Ni~ya set about unwinding his ropes. Starting with Yunho. Legs were stretched and chafed to ease the return of circulation and then Jaejoong was lifted clear, passed over to Aoi's gentle care more properly so he could remove the rope binding Yunho's torso, allowing the young man to move as he liked. When Yunho rolled over onto his side, Ni~ya unwound the ropes on Jaejoong's body, still keeping an eye on Yunho since Aoi was now trying to wipe clean his abdomen and Yunho did not look pleased by this. Something probably impolite was snarled in Korean, Yunho swiping at Aoi. Perhaps he'd only been trying to take the cloth for himself, perhaps the strike had been completely intentional. Either way, the suddenness caught Aoi completely off guard. More surprising than that, however, was the way Changmin seemingly materialized from nowhere to tug Aoi back even further as Yunho struggled to get his feet under him. Another bark of Korean, enough to get Jaejoong to twist around to see what was going on behind him.
Rope was a poor whip, but Yunho was on the far side of the bed and Ni~ya had nothing else close at hand to throw at the snarling man. It didn't crack quite right, but the end still managed to only kiss Yunho's back, a minor miracle.
“Sa-gwa! We're done! Min, get your -.”
This time it was Changmin spitting angry Korean, though the message was clear enough: Changmin had no intentions of going anywhere.
“Shower, now,” Ni~ya said, a voice of calm in the brittleness of the moment. “I haven't finished with Jae-hime yet, you might as well take advantage of my hospitality before you leave.”
Yunho gave every indication of wanting to protest, but while Jaejoong's wrists were free, the karada was still in place. Even with a knife, it would take time to remove and there was no need for Ni~ya to do anything so rash. More Korean, the tone pitched to be soothing this time and coming from Jaejoong. Likely it was the source more than the words that took the wind from Yunho's sails, sent him wobbling meekly for the ensuite.
“When you are done with me, Ni~ya-sama,” Jaejoong murmured, watching Yunho's retreat, “I will take care of him. I may even get him to let Minnie stay longer ... but it would be best if Aoi-san were not in this room when we have finished showering.”
Ni~ya nodded, firing a look at Aoi. His lover was already starting to recover his poise, but Aoi was also still keeping Changmin between himself and the ensuite door as he tugged the Korean out of the room.
“If you want to stay the night ... we'll be in the other bedroom with no need to worry about Yunho-kun and Aoi-kun crossing paths again. It's up to you.”
“Thank you, Ni~ya-sama,” Jaejoong murmured. A demure brush of fingers as Ni~ya slipped the rope from around Jaejoong's neck and then the younger man was slipping off the bed, heading for the shower. Perhaps he should lock the door on the other bedroom? Perhaps it would not matter. Changmin was old enough to make his own choices, regardless of what these other two seemed to think.
// TBC
Educational Footnotes!
1. More bad Dom behavior - it's against the rules of etiquette to speak over someone trying to code out and a Dom who is willing to do that should not be trusted.