[fic] Feast of the Senses [5/5]
title: Feast of the Senses
chapter: 5/5
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 | Chapter 4
notes: Last chapter! Which means I'm not only out of things to say but also that I have no idea when the next bit of fic will come out of me. Also, if you didn't catch Worth Fighting For, now would be a good time, since that sidebar follows Jaejoong into the shower.
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 closed his eyes, leaning heavily against the spare bedroom's door. More than at the bar, Yunho's flare of temper had shaken him and though he had recovered enough poise to hide that, he still felt twinges of unease. He knew how to defend himself, he wasn't some weakling slouch, but there was something about the way Yunho moved.... That one had training, more than Aoi did himself. And a temper at least as bad as his own. What if the Korean took it into his head to seek revenge for whatever had set him off?
“Aoi-san? Are you all right?”
“Hmm? Oh, um, yes, fine,” he mumbled, pushing away from the door. He felt silly being naked now, padding over to the standing wardrobe to mull over his options. Should they just send the Koreans home and have a quiet rest of the evening? It wouldn't be especially fair to Changmin ... not that life was necessarily very fair.
“I guess I can't really be offended,” Changmin mumbled, arms sliding around Aoi's waist. “You don't know me, so why have a guilty conscience over lying? So does this mean you're sending me home?”
“It might be ... better that way.”
“I don't want to go home a virgin, Aoi-san,” the other said softly. “In fact, I intend not to.”
Aoi bit his lip at that understated confession. Tried to tell himself it didn't matter, that it wasn't like Changmin meant anything to him one way or the other. So what if chances were good whatever random person this sweet faced kid picked up would likely be anything but gentle or considerate? Not his problem.
“I know it's cliche, Min-chan, but your first time should be special. With someone who means something to you. Not just some random one night stand you pick up in a club,” Aoi murmured, rigid but not pulling away from the warmth wrapped around him. The gods knew he wished he'd been smart enough to listen to that advice himself, to wait for the right person. At least the second time he'd done it right.
“I'm not going home a virgin, Aoi-san,” Changmin repeated, nuzzling against Aoi's ear. “I'd prefer it if it was you, but if not....”
“Manipulative little shit,” Aoi muttered, at last relenting and leaning back against wiry strength. “Trying to play to my ego?”
“Is it working?” he teased, nibbling the side of Aoi's neck, carefully avoiding the lace of his choker. Unable to form a coherent response, Aoi merely sighed in pleasure, hand sneaking up into Changmin's hair. He could feel the smile curving those lips and wondered if it was too late to refuse. For Changmin's own good, of course.
“Is this a private party or is anyone allowed to join?”
Changmin stiffened slightly, head pulling back to turn towards the door. Ni~ya was standing in the doorway, shameless in his nudity and completely beautiful. Familiar hunger stirred again, not satisfied by their earlier activities. But this was Changmin's game now. Ni~ya would step out gracefully if Changmin wasn't comfortable ... not that Changmin had any way of knowing that.
“He's your boyfriend, Ni~ya-sama,” Changmin whispered, breaking eye contact first, arms falling away from Aoi's waist. Stifling the urge to sigh, Aoi slipped his hand from Changmin's hair, turning around to fold his own arms around the young Korean.
“And you want him to fuck you,” Ni~ya drawled, stepping away from the door, arms uncrossing as he approached the two of them. “Or is it the other way around? Or both?”
Aoi smothered a smile at the color rising on Changmin's cheeks, nuzzling the younger man's shoulder. A slight stretch and he could press a kiss to exposed throat, catching him at almost the exact same time as Ni~ya's fingers brushed over Changmin's other shoulder.
“He's still willing, obviously. So the question is ... do you know what you want?”
“I ... you're really willing to let me sleep with him?”
“Of course. Aoi-kitten's a natural porn star, it's incredibly erotic watching him with someone else.”
Aoi snapped at Ni~ya's fingers in playful retaliation for his boyfriend's remark, but he couldn't really deny the point. He enjoyed the sex, he got off on having Ni~ya watch him pleasuring someone else. And he could feel Changmin's body responding to his closeness, the offers being made.
“Do you want that, Min-kun? Do you want me to fuck you while Ni-sama watches? You've been so patient ... anything you want. Tell me your dirtiest fantasies and I'll make them come true,” Aoi crooned, rubbing his entire body against Changmin. The younger man moaned low in his throat, garbled nonsense that failed to be adequate warning for the hands that seized his head, pulled him up into a desperate kiss.
“Yes,” Changmin rasped against his lips. “Yes, just like that. And ... whipped cream? I want to taste its sweetness on your skin, I want to make you scream, tied and helpless and....”
“That sounds more like you want to be the one fucking me, Min-chan,” Aoi purred. “Or are you trying to give me suggestions? I could have Ni-sama tie you to the bed, blindfolded and unable to do anything but accept whatever pleasures I wished to give you....”
“N-no.... No, I need to be able to touch you,” Changmin mumbled, shaking his head.
“Then tell me, Min-chan. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
“Now. I don't care, just....”
Aoi almost laughed, only holding it in because virgins could easily be a bit ridiculous about such things. He pushed Changmin backwards until the other man sprawled across the bed. No pause, he immediately followed Changmin onto the bed, pushing the Korean's legs apart so he could settle between them. Changmin was already pulling him down into more fevered kisses, his body arching up against Aoi with all the desperation of a teenager's hormones. Lube was squeezed into Aoi's hand and he wasted no time in circling Changmin's entrance.
“More,” the young man rasped, pushing against Aoi's hand.
“Why Min-kun, have you been fingering yourself while jerking off?”
Almost a blush, no denials coming forth, only a needy whimper.
“Dirty boy,” Aoi purred, pushing two fingers into Changmin's hungry body. Fingers scissored, probed, seeking and then finding Changmin's prostate with nearly explosive results. The young man's moans were music to Aoi's ears, even more delicious than the hand rolling a lubed condom onto his cock, the wash of breath over the back of his neck. Ni~ya was only supposed to be watching, but Changmin's eyes were closed and Aoi could never push his lover away.
“Please ... Aoi-san ... please stop teasing,” Changmin panted, practically fucking himself on Aoi's fingers.
“Ah, well, since you've asked so nicely,” Aoi drawled, restraining himself only a moment longer before pushing himself into tight heat. Shallow thrusts, the younger man's body not used to having to accommodate this sort of activity, but it was difficult to maintain his control. They were both panting by the time Aoi was fully seated, albeit for very different reasons, and were it not for Ni~ya's hands on his back, grounding him in reality, he might not have been able to hold back. But Ni~ya was there and Aoi leaned forward to draw Changmin into a sloppy kiss, his hand wrapping around his cock. Hand and hips moved together slowly until Changmin was moaning, begging him to move faster. Aoi was only too happy to comply.
He wasn't sure how long it lasted, but too soon he could feel Changmin clenching around him, cum spurting out onto his hand. Aoi hadn't been ready for that, used to a bottom needing more stimulation than what little he'd given so far. Maybe Changmin had been primed by the earlier scene? A hint of color stained the younger man's cheeks and he wouldn't meet Aoi's eyes, as if he were ashamed of cumming so soon. Aoi started to speak but then his wrist was caught and Ni~ya was licking Changmin's release from his fingers, sucking on each in turn.
“Don't stop, kitten,” Ni~ya scolded as he dropped Aoi's hand. “The night is still young. I think he still has another in him to give, perhaps more than that.”
Aoi smirked and nodded, still motions resuming again with a soft moan of his own. Even with Changmin being more relaxed now, he was still wonderfully tight and hot and each brush against the younger man's prostate resulted in another whimper. Wordless pleas for what Aoi wasn't sure, but the sounds dribbled from Changmin's lips with every thrust. Changmin was writhing beneath him, trapped, unable to escape the sensations Aoi was causing. Unable, unwilling, his body rising once more to the occasion, arching up into Aoi's thrusts. It was beautiful, intoxicating, somehow different from how it usually was with their one-off playthings. And maybe Aoi would think about that more later, but for now ... for now, all that mattered was that heat that curled low in his belly, the fire that exploded through his veins, searing him in white light.
Even the whimper of loss as he fell back barely registered. That ... had been entirely superior to the earlier scene, much more satisfying than his last climax. Almost too satisfying as his limbs felt too much like jelly for him to be able to do anything useful with any of them. And was Ni~ya actually laughing at him?
“Ah, Min-kun, look, you've worn out my poor kitten. You should be pleased,” Ni~ya's voice purred, a low and seductive note of amusement that washed over him and sent tingles down his spine. Changmin's only response was to mumble something at them in Korean which Aoi decided to take as a compliment. Maybe he'd just close his eyes for a little while....
~*~*~
Changmin felt ... he didn't know what he felt, or how. First time having sex and not only was there premature ejaculation, but now he was feeling unsatisfied. And while he was pleased that he had been a good enough partner for Aoi to have had such a thorough orgasm ... he was ready for more. He wanted to try those things he'd said before, but there was no way he could do anything like that with Aoi when the other man was practically passed out. And Ni~ya was out of the question. Sex with Ni~ya would probably be wild and kinky and satisfying, but there was no question in his mind of who would be topping whom. That had been part of Aoi's appeal, really, that room for doubt, for negotiation.
“Surely we haven't worn you out already,” Ni~ya murmured and Changmin blinked as he realized Aoi had actually crossed over into sleep, moved and tucked under blankets by Ni~ya.
“N-Ni~ya-sama....”
“You don't have to call me that,” the older man scolded gently, a single finger pressed to Changmin's lips. “Not when we're like this, outside a scene. I don't believe in living the lifestyle.”
“But ... you called him kitten.”
“Yes, I frequently do. A term of endearment, Min-kun, it has nothing to do with his submission to me,” Ni~ya replied softly. The feel of the other man's presence was almost overwhelming at this range, the confident alpha male with his aura of strength and vitality and sexual prowess. Aoi had done too well in reawakening his lust and Ni~ya ... Ni~ya was exuding a sort of raw sensualism that made him anxious for more. A single touch, a solitary finger tracing the line of his collarbone. Just that was enough to make him shiver and moan, color tinging his cheeks in his embarrassment at being so easy, so eager.
“Ni-Ni~ya-san.... Wh-what .. .why....”
“Tell me to stop if this isn't what you want,” the older man murmured, the distance between them shrinking as the blond climbed up onto the bed, straddling one of Changmin's legs and pressing open mouthed kisses to the skin of his chest. Stop? No, he was definitely not going to ask Ni~ya to stop, not when he was being offered precisely what his body was wanting: contact. Warm, wet, certain, sensual. His whole body tingled with want of more, nervous hands clinging to broad shoulders.
“Please,” he whimpered, not even sure what exactly it was he wanted, only that he needed something more than the whisper touches of calloused fingers , the wet moments of contact Ni~ya was currently giving him. He tried to arch up into Ni~ya's touch but the other pulled back, teasing him. Torturing him with promises of more that weren't being fulfilled soon enough for him. How utterly unfair. What was it that Ni~ya was wanting from him? Begging? Ni~ya himself had said this wasn't a scene, but if he didn't get something more soon.... Hips bucked up against the other man's body, trying to roll them over, surprised when there was no resistance. Instead of pressing his momentary advantage, he could only blink down at Ni~ya in dumbfounded surprise. A smirk scrawled across Ni~ya's lips and the moment was lost, those wicked lips latching onto his throat.
“Nnn ... Ni~ya-san....”
“You never did answer Aoi's question, Min-kun. What are your dirty little secrets?”
“I ... I don't have any. Not like that,” Changmin panted, feeling heat rising into his cheeks again. He'd entertained thoughts of what he'd like to do with some of the beautiful men (and women) he'd seen in his life, but nothing that might have counted as something he'd like done to him. And even most of them were fairly tame compared to some of the things he'd seen.
“Are you sure?” Ni~ya asked, and suddenly Changmin was flat on his back again. So not fair. “Are you trying to tell me you've never even thought about what sorts of things you'd like to have done to you?”
This was completely not fair, asking him to think while simultaneously making it impossible to do any such thing. The nibbling at his jaw and neck, the teasing fingers on his skin.... How could anyone think straight under these sorts of conditions?
“I ... I'm sorry, it's just ... I haven't ever thought that way....”
“You should try it some time,” the other suggested and Changmin could feel the smirk curving against his skin. “There's so much more to sex than just this. Not that there's anything wrong with being plain sometimes....”
If those words were meant to make him feel guilty or inadequate, they did an excellent job. He tried to tell himself it wasn't really his fault, he just wasn't as sexually adventurous as some people. Not everyone needed to have a wild and kinky side, right? And it wasn't like he was completely bland, just ... his interests were in the doing instead of the having someone else do to him. Was that such a sin?
Teeth closed sharply on his nipple, tearing a gasp from his throat and the disgruntled thoughts from his mind. It burned, but in a good way, soothed by the wetness of a teasing tongue. Fingers twisted and pinched his other nipple and he shuddered, arching up into that touch. So good, the way those nips and licks trailed wetly down his chest, moving so slowly. As if Ni~ya intended to taste every inch of him.
A hand wrapped around his length and if not for Ni~ya's weight on top of him he would have bolted upright. One hand on his chest, one on his hip, and one on his cock. His head twisted to the side and there was Aoi, smirking at him.
“Really, Min-kun, did you honestly think I could sleep through you making such delicious noises?” the other man teased, dark eyes laughter bright. “Does this mean it's my turn to watch?”
Another flush of heated embarrassment, eyes almost closing when that hand squeezed and rubbed. He wasn't so sure, even if it would be only fair. If Aoi was awake....
“Mm, I think I know what Min-kun really wants,” Aoi purred, giving Changmin's cock a final squeeze before letting go of him completely. “Don't go anywhere, cutie.”
As if that was even remotely possible with Ni~ya on top of him, wicked tongue flicking in and out of his bellybutton. Something that shouldn't have been nearly as erotic as it was, he was certain of that. Hands shifted, balancing Ni~ya's weight as the older man rocked forward, their cocks sliding against each other. He bit his lip against a low moan only to be caught in another slow, almost languid kiss, Ni~ya's tongue seeking entry. Hips rocked together again, Changmin's hands clenching uselessly onto Ni~ya's shoulders. So not fair, the way Ni~ya could turn him on so completely and so easily, make him so pliant and ... submissive.
“Oi, Ni~ya, I'd like to be able to still play with him, too, thank you!”
Ni~ya pulled back with a laugh, letting the relative chill of the room slide into his place and giving Changmin room to sit up. Able to see clearly now, Changmin felt himself perking up immediately at the sight of what Aoi was carrying: whipped cream and strawberries. He was already salivating, anxious to get his hands on the cream if only so he could lick it off Aoi's tanned skin.
“I thought so,” Aoi purred, passing the bowl of whipped cream to Changmin while keeping the strawberries for himself as he sat down beside them. Picking a berry, he swiped it through the cream, but instead of offering it to either Ni~ya or Changmin, Aoi licked the cream from the red fruit himself before sinking his teeth into it. Red juice dribbled down his chin and Changmin could only think that it had been deliberate as he watched the man's tongue trying to lick it up himself. The remains of the berry were swipped through the whipped cream again, leaving a trail of red, and then held up to Ni~ya. The blond's smile was absolutely devilish and then he was sucking fruit and Aoi's fingers both into his mouth.
“Here, you have to taste this,” the darker haired man murmured, freeing his fingers from Ni~ya's mouth. But instead of another strawberry, this time Aoi used two of his fingers, holding them out to Changmin. In contrast to the blond, Aoi's eyes almost shone with innocence, as if the older man didn't know precisely what he was doing. Whatever. Changmin captured Aoi's wrist with one hand, held fast the other man's gaze as he slowly licked the offered sweet cream. Just a taste, then another, lips closing around the digits to suck the last remnants of cream from them, smiling when Aoi's eyelids grew heavy and a moan slipped past his lips. Inexperienced but not completely hopeless.
“Please, sir,” he murmured as he let Aoi's fingers slip from his mouth, “can I have some more?”
Confusion in Aoi's frown but he could see Ni~ya was holding back a laugh. The blond selected a berry, dipped it into the whipped cream, and then proceeded to rub it messily over Aoi's lips.
“Help yourself, Min-kun.”
Aoi blinked at both of them, but said nothing, did nothing. Changmin licked his lips, passing the bowl of whipped cream to Ni~ya before leaning close and lapping the cream from Aoi's lips with a soft hum of pleasure. Tasty, but not entirely what he'd been wanting.
“More?” he murmured against parted lips, eyes watching Ni~ya instead of Aoi. The blond passed him back the bowl of whipped cream before taking the berries from Aoi's lax grasp. Changmin leaned back, tried to wait patiently while Aoi was pushed to lay down. The air of innocence was now gone from the older man, expectation having replaced it. Changmin scooted down the bed until he was even with the other man's stomach, fascinated by the piercing he'd noticed only in passing before. He dipped his fingers into the cool cream, grinning when Aoi shivered as he smeared it over the tanned skin of his stomach.
“No tan marks,” he said softly, approving. “I think that makes you much naughtier than me, Aoi-san.”
Aoi made no effort at refuting the claim, only smiled at him and let his tongue toy with his piercing.
“I told you he's a natural porn star,” Ni~ya added, grinning. Changmin huffed a tiny noise of amusement, topping his work with a strawberry. A moment to just enjoy the look of it - a cherry might have been better, but one worked with what one had - and then he helped himself to a careful taste. Sweet mingled with the slightly salty flavor of Aoi's skin, a curious combination but not unpleasant. His tongue lingered even after cream and berry were gone, toying with the curved barbell decorating Aoi's bellybutton. Warm, hard, with a tang of metallic sharpness in contrast to the sweetness of the cream, the richness of Aoi's skin.
A part of him wanted to linger in the moment, to take his time tasting Aoi all over. But that would have required far more patience than he actually had. Particularly when Aoi was whimpering with each swipe of his tongue on the older man's stomach.
“Fuck me, Min,” Aoi whispered, his voice harsh and needy. “I know it's what you want. You already admitted it....”
“Ni~ya-sama, if I could ... impose upon you,” he murmured, tugging Aoi's piercing with his fingers this time. Those few words were enough and that was, perhaps, no surprise. Ni~ya had heard his wants the same as Aoi and he trusted the older man to know a great deal more about bondage than he did himself. As he watched Ni~ya bind Aoi in vibrant blue rope - upper arms pressed into his sides, wrists crossed and bound tight to Aoi's chest - he wondered how anyone could stand having their ability to touch taken from them so easily, eagerly. And yet Aoi was completely pliant to Ni~ya's touch, even rubbing his cheek against the blond's arm at one point before letting himself be eased back down to the bedding.
And then Ni~ya decided to go one step further, producing a silk scarf and tying it securely around Aoi's head. Aoi stilled completely, tongue swiping his lips, but not offering so much as a breath of complaint or resistance.
“He loves to be made helpless,” Ni~ya explained, moving off the bed once more. “See how hard he is? He'll do anything you want like this, all you have to do is tell him.”
Except that, really, it was Changmin who wanted to do the doing, all he needed from Aoi was for him to enjoy it. A last bit of cream was smeared over Aoi's cock before he discarded the bowl, then he slowly licked and sucked him clean. Time enough for Ni~ya to press lube and an unmistakable foil packet into his hand. He could feel himself mentally skittering to a halt at the last bit, stumbling over the reality of what he was about to do. Virgin-pure he might be, but he was having sex with two men he'd only just met a few hours ago. Men who rather obviously did this sort of thing on a regular basis. Better safe than sorry, he reminded himself, keeping aside the condom for a moment to instead focus on preparing Aoi. Not that he needed much it seemed, pushing back against Changmin's fingers immediately with a choked whimper.
“Oh fuck, more... Please ... fuck....”
He wasn't entirely sure if he was allowed to set his own pace or if he was supposed to be waiting for Ni~ya to give him permission. Although he supposed it could be argued that Ni~ya had already given his permission, several times even. And he really was thinking entirely too much about this whole thing when what he really needed to be doing was finishing what he'd started. Carefully tearing open the packet, he found himself slightly annoyed that it was taking so long for him to get the damn thing on already. It probably didn't help that the whole time Aoi was shifting beneath him, rubbing against him, mewling and pleading for more. Thoroughly distracting, and yet worth it for the way the older man froze and moaned at the first feel of Changmin's condom-covered cock pressing against his opening. Aoi whimpered as he pushed into the older man's body, begging him to move faster, harder. Changmin might not have been entirely sure what it was he was doing, but he listened to Aoi's whimpers, watched the way the other man's body moved in response to his own motions, and that seemed to be guidance enough. Aoi was so wonderfully tight and hot around his cock, and he could feel him clenching down around him when he brushed against one spot in particular. He tried to angle his thrusts to hit that spot every time, which didn't really work, but even his infrequent brushes were vocally appreciated.
It had been embarrassing enough coming first the last time, though at least this time he'd lasted rather a lot longer, somehow forcing himself to linger in the utter bliss of the moment. But he still felt guilty. Was there something he'd forgotten? Or was it because he was so inexperienced and he just hadn't done it right? He didn't know and he was starting to feel really stupid and....
Fingers closed around his hand, tugging it away from the bed and forcing him to shift weight towards the solid presence at his shoulder. His hand was then wrapped around Aoi's cock, netting him a soft whimper from the bound man.
“You have to touch him,” Ni~ya whispered against his ear. “Unless you just want me to do it....”
Perhaps it was nothing more than stubborn pride, but dammit, he wanted to prove he could do this. It wasn't all that different from touching himself, though he had to find Aoi's most sensitive places first. His hand moved slowly, shaking free of Ni~ya's fingers, but Aoi was too needy, to anxious for that. And Ni~ya too pushy, insisting on having his hand over the top of Changmin's even if he wasn't really guiding anything. He wanted to protest, to have Aoi all to himself, but he didn't have the right, especially not after having already invited the other in with his ropes.
Even after Aoi came, Ni~ya kept hold of his hand, tugging it up to Aoi's lips. He felt captivated, watching Aoi licking and sucking his own cum from Changmin's fingers. A part of him was almost disgusted by it and yet ... another part of him was wanting to be turned on by it. Maybe it was just as well he didn't have anything left to give. In fact, he was feeling strangely tingly and disconnected through the entire scene, watching placidly as Ni~ya released his wrist and then shifted him onto the mattress itself. He continued to merely watch in silence as the blond licked his way down Aoi's flat stomach, though he made himself look away when Ni~ya's tongue dipped even lower. That was ... Changmin forced his mind away from it, made his hand reach across the distance to touch Aoi's arm, his face, anything to make himself believe that the darker haired man's moans were because of him and not ... that. It even almost worked.
“Nn, Ni~ya-sama....”
How did they still have any energy left? Aoi's moans were breathless, the sounds of an oversensitive body being made to endure yet more stimulation. Should he be stopping it? But that would mean not only facing what Ni~ya was doing but also making the blond stop. Changmin didn't think he had the ability to make Ni~ya do anything he didn't want to do already.
“Ni-sama, please....”
Changmin wanted to scoot closer, but at the same time he wasn't sure he even dared. Maybe what he needed to be doing was gathering his strength so he could just leave? His clothes were probably still in the lounge, he wouldn't have any trouble getting to them. If he just closed his eyes - and his ears; if only it were so easy - for a few moments, he might actually be able to get enough energy together to get dressed and go back to their Tokyo apartment.
It didn't work, a change in the sound of Aoi's moans forcing his eyes open. Ni~ya had Aoi up off the bed and into his lap, hands cupping the other man's ass as he helped Aoi move on top of him. Ni~ya was doing most of the work and it looked like he was more intent on seeking his own pleasure than giving back to his partner. Inasmuch as Aoi had cum twice while Ni~ya had only watched, Changmin wasn't entirely sure he blamed him. Even so, he was grateful when Ni~ya was finished, relieved to watch the unwinding of ropes and blindfold, the laying down of an even more limp Aoi.
“Mind my kitten for me?” Ni~ya murmured, ruffling Changmin's hair before disappearing from the room. He didn't understand it, but whatever. An excuse to scoot closer, to tuck Aoi close against him. So what if Aoi was only failing to protest because he was too tired to muster one? He could cling to his illusion for a little while, at any rate. Especially when Aoi nuzzled into his shoulder, more asleep than awake. He wasn't really doing much better himself, nearly asleep by the time Ni~ya returned. He felt more than heard the blond's rumbling laughter, the drawing of blankets over them, the slide of another's warm body against his skin.
In the morning he would have to abandon this fantasy of having someone for himself. In the morning, he would be kicked out of their bed, out of their lives, the unwanted interloper. In the morning, reality would come crashing back, quite possibly bringing with it regret.
But morning was hours away. Until then, he would pretend.
chapter: 5/5
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 | Chapter 4
notes: Last chapter! Which means I'm not only out of things to say but also that I have no idea when the next bit of fic will come out of me. Also, if you didn't catch Worth Fighting For, now would be a good time, since that sidebar follows Jaejoong into the shower.
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 closed his eyes, leaning heavily against the spare bedroom's door. More than at the bar, Yunho's flare of temper had shaken him and though he had recovered enough poise to hide that, he still felt twinges of unease. He knew how to defend himself, he wasn't some weakling slouch, but there was something about the way Yunho moved.... That one had training, more than Aoi did himself. And a temper at least as bad as his own. What if the Korean took it into his head to seek revenge for whatever had set him off?
“Aoi-san? Are you all right?”
“Hmm? Oh, um, yes, fine,” he mumbled, pushing away from the door. He felt silly being naked now, padding over to the standing wardrobe to mull over his options. Should they just send the Koreans home and have a quiet rest of the evening? It wouldn't be especially fair to Changmin ... not that life was necessarily very fair.
“I guess I can't really be offended,” Changmin mumbled, arms sliding around Aoi's waist. “You don't know me, so why have a guilty conscience over lying? So does this mean you're sending me home?”
“It might be ... better that way.”
“I don't want to go home a virgin, Aoi-san,” the other said softly. “In fact, I intend not to.”
Aoi bit his lip at that understated confession. Tried to tell himself it didn't matter, that it wasn't like Changmin meant anything to him one way or the other. So what if chances were good whatever random person this sweet faced kid picked up would likely be anything but gentle or considerate? Not his problem.
“I know it's cliche, Min-chan, but your first time should be special. With someone who means something to you. Not just some random one night stand you pick up in a club,” Aoi murmured, rigid but not pulling away from the warmth wrapped around him. The gods knew he wished he'd been smart enough to listen to that advice himself, to wait for the right person. At least the second time he'd done it right.
“I'm not going home a virgin, Aoi-san,” Changmin repeated, nuzzling against Aoi's ear. “I'd prefer it if it was you, but if not....”
“Manipulative little shit,” Aoi muttered, at last relenting and leaning back against wiry strength. “Trying to play to my ego?”
“Is it working?” he teased, nibbling the side of Aoi's neck, carefully avoiding the lace of his choker. Unable to form a coherent response, Aoi merely sighed in pleasure, hand sneaking up into Changmin's hair. He could feel the smile curving those lips and wondered if it was too late to refuse. For Changmin's own good, of course.
“Is this a private party or is anyone allowed to join?”
Changmin stiffened slightly, head pulling back to turn towards the door. Ni~ya was standing in the doorway, shameless in his nudity and completely beautiful. Familiar hunger stirred again, not satisfied by their earlier activities. But this was Changmin's game now. Ni~ya would step out gracefully if Changmin wasn't comfortable ... not that Changmin had any way of knowing that.
“He's your boyfriend, Ni~ya-sama,” Changmin whispered, breaking eye contact first, arms falling away from Aoi's waist. Stifling the urge to sigh, Aoi slipped his hand from Changmin's hair, turning around to fold his own arms around the young Korean.
“And you want him to fuck you,” Ni~ya drawled, stepping away from the door, arms uncrossing as he approached the two of them. “Or is it the other way around? Or both?”
Aoi smothered a smile at the color rising on Changmin's cheeks, nuzzling the younger man's shoulder. A slight stretch and he could press a kiss to exposed throat, catching him at almost the exact same time as Ni~ya's fingers brushed over Changmin's other shoulder.
“He's still willing, obviously. So the question is ... do you know what you want?”
“I ... you're really willing to let me sleep with him?”
“Of course. Aoi-kitten's a natural porn star, it's incredibly erotic watching him with someone else.”
Aoi snapped at Ni~ya's fingers in playful retaliation for his boyfriend's remark, but he couldn't really deny the point. He enjoyed the sex, he got off on having Ni~ya watch him pleasuring someone else. And he could feel Changmin's body responding to his closeness, the offers being made.
“Do you want that, Min-kun? Do you want me to fuck you while Ni-sama watches? You've been so patient ... anything you want. Tell me your dirtiest fantasies and I'll make them come true,” Aoi crooned, rubbing his entire body against Changmin. The younger man moaned low in his throat, garbled nonsense that failed to be adequate warning for the hands that seized his head, pulled him up into a desperate kiss.
“Yes,” Changmin rasped against his lips. “Yes, just like that. And ... whipped cream? I want to taste its sweetness on your skin, I want to make you scream, tied and helpless and....”
“That sounds more like you want to be the one fucking me, Min-chan,” Aoi purred. “Or are you trying to give me suggestions? I could have Ni-sama tie you to the bed, blindfolded and unable to do anything but accept whatever pleasures I wished to give you....”
“N-no.... No, I need to be able to touch you,” Changmin mumbled, shaking his head.
“Then tell me, Min-chan. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
“Now. I don't care, just....”
Aoi almost laughed, only holding it in because virgins could easily be a bit ridiculous about such things. He pushed Changmin backwards until the other man sprawled across the bed. No pause, he immediately followed Changmin onto the bed, pushing the Korean's legs apart so he could settle between them. Changmin was already pulling him down into more fevered kisses, his body arching up against Aoi with all the desperation of a teenager's hormones. Lube was squeezed into Aoi's hand and he wasted no time in circling Changmin's entrance.
“More,” the young man rasped, pushing against Aoi's hand.
“Why Min-kun, have you been fingering yourself while jerking off?”
Almost a blush, no denials coming forth, only a needy whimper.
“Dirty boy,” Aoi purred, pushing two fingers into Changmin's hungry body. Fingers scissored, probed, seeking and then finding Changmin's prostate with nearly explosive results. The young man's moans were music to Aoi's ears, even more delicious than the hand rolling a lubed condom onto his cock, the wash of breath over the back of his neck. Ni~ya was only supposed to be watching, but Changmin's eyes were closed and Aoi could never push his lover away.
“Please ... Aoi-san ... please stop teasing,” Changmin panted, practically fucking himself on Aoi's fingers.
“Ah, well, since you've asked so nicely,” Aoi drawled, restraining himself only a moment longer before pushing himself into tight heat. Shallow thrusts, the younger man's body not used to having to accommodate this sort of activity, but it was difficult to maintain his control. They were both panting by the time Aoi was fully seated, albeit for very different reasons, and were it not for Ni~ya's hands on his back, grounding him in reality, he might not have been able to hold back. But Ni~ya was there and Aoi leaned forward to draw Changmin into a sloppy kiss, his hand wrapping around his cock. Hand and hips moved together slowly until Changmin was moaning, begging him to move faster. Aoi was only too happy to comply.
He wasn't sure how long it lasted, but too soon he could feel Changmin clenching around him, cum spurting out onto his hand. Aoi hadn't been ready for that, used to a bottom needing more stimulation than what little he'd given so far. Maybe Changmin had been primed by the earlier scene? A hint of color stained the younger man's cheeks and he wouldn't meet Aoi's eyes, as if he were ashamed of cumming so soon. Aoi started to speak but then his wrist was caught and Ni~ya was licking Changmin's release from his fingers, sucking on each in turn.
“Don't stop, kitten,” Ni~ya scolded as he dropped Aoi's hand. “The night is still young. I think he still has another in him to give, perhaps more than that.”
Aoi smirked and nodded, still motions resuming again with a soft moan of his own. Even with Changmin being more relaxed now, he was still wonderfully tight and hot and each brush against the younger man's prostate resulted in another whimper. Wordless pleas for what Aoi wasn't sure, but the sounds dribbled from Changmin's lips with every thrust. Changmin was writhing beneath him, trapped, unable to escape the sensations Aoi was causing. Unable, unwilling, his body rising once more to the occasion, arching up into Aoi's thrusts. It was beautiful, intoxicating, somehow different from how it usually was with their one-off playthings. And maybe Aoi would think about that more later, but for now ... for now, all that mattered was that heat that curled low in his belly, the fire that exploded through his veins, searing him in white light.
Even the whimper of loss as he fell back barely registered. That ... had been entirely superior to the earlier scene, much more satisfying than his last climax. Almost too satisfying as his limbs felt too much like jelly for him to be able to do anything useful with any of them. And was Ni~ya actually laughing at him?
“Ah, Min-kun, look, you've worn out my poor kitten. You should be pleased,” Ni~ya's voice purred, a low and seductive note of amusement that washed over him and sent tingles down his spine. Changmin's only response was to mumble something at them in Korean which Aoi decided to take as a compliment. Maybe he'd just close his eyes for a little while....
~*~*~
Changmin felt ... he didn't know what he felt, or how. First time having sex and not only was there premature ejaculation, but now he was feeling unsatisfied. And while he was pleased that he had been a good enough partner for Aoi to have had such a thorough orgasm ... he was ready for more. He wanted to try those things he'd said before, but there was no way he could do anything like that with Aoi when the other man was practically passed out. And Ni~ya was out of the question. Sex with Ni~ya would probably be wild and kinky and satisfying, but there was no question in his mind of who would be topping whom. That had been part of Aoi's appeal, really, that room for doubt, for negotiation.
“Surely we haven't worn you out already,” Ni~ya murmured and Changmin blinked as he realized Aoi had actually crossed over into sleep, moved and tucked under blankets by Ni~ya.
“N-Ni~ya-sama....”
“You don't have to call me that,” the older man scolded gently, a single finger pressed to Changmin's lips. “Not when we're like this, outside a scene. I don't believe in living the lifestyle.”
“But ... you called him kitten.”
“Yes, I frequently do. A term of endearment, Min-kun, it has nothing to do with his submission to me,” Ni~ya replied softly. The feel of the other man's presence was almost overwhelming at this range, the confident alpha male with his aura of strength and vitality and sexual prowess. Aoi had done too well in reawakening his lust and Ni~ya ... Ni~ya was exuding a sort of raw sensualism that made him anxious for more. A single touch, a solitary finger tracing the line of his collarbone. Just that was enough to make him shiver and moan, color tinging his cheeks in his embarrassment at being so easy, so eager.
“Ni-Ni~ya-san.... Wh-what .. .why....”
“Tell me to stop if this isn't what you want,” the older man murmured, the distance between them shrinking as the blond climbed up onto the bed, straddling one of Changmin's legs and pressing open mouthed kisses to the skin of his chest. Stop? No, he was definitely not going to ask Ni~ya to stop, not when he was being offered precisely what his body was wanting: contact. Warm, wet, certain, sensual. His whole body tingled with want of more, nervous hands clinging to broad shoulders.
“Please,” he whimpered, not even sure what exactly it was he wanted, only that he needed something more than the whisper touches of calloused fingers , the wet moments of contact Ni~ya was currently giving him. He tried to arch up into Ni~ya's touch but the other pulled back, teasing him. Torturing him with promises of more that weren't being fulfilled soon enough for him. How utterly unfair. What was it that Ni~ya was wanting from him? Begging? Ni~ya himself had said this wasn't a scene, but if he didn't get something more soon.... Hips bucked up against the other man's body, trying to roll them over, surprised when there was no resistance. Instead of pressing his momentary advantage, he could only blink down at Ni~ya in dumbfounded surprise. A smirk scrawled across Ni~ya's lips and the moment was lost, those wicked lips latching onto his throat.
“Nnn ... Ni~ya-san....”
“You never did answer Aoi's question, Min-kun. What are your dirty little secrets?”
“I ... I don't have any. Not like that,” Changmin panted, feeling heat rising into his cheeks again. He'd entertained thoughts of what he'd like to do with some of the beautiful men (and women) he'd seen in his life, but nothing that might have counted as something he'd like done to him. And even most of them were fairly tame compared to some of the things he'd seen.
“Are you sure?” Ni~ya asked, and suddenly Changmin was flat on his back again. So not fair. “Are you trying to tell me you've never even thought about what sorts of things you'd like to have done to you?”
This was completely not fair, asking him to think while simultaneously making it impossible to do any such thing. The nibbling at his jaw and neck, the teasing fingers on his skin.... How could anyone think straight under these sorts of conditions?
“I ... I'm sorry, it's just ... I haven't ever thought that way....”
“You should try it some time,” the other suggested and Changmin could feel the smirk curving against his skin. “There's so much more to sex than just this. Not that there's anything wrong with being plain sometimes....”
If those words were meant to make him feel guilty or inadequate, they did an excellent job. He tried to tell himself it wasn't really his fault, he just wasn't as sexually adventurous as some people. Not everyone needed to have a wild and kinky side, right? And it wasn't like he was completely bland, just ... his interests were in the doing instead of the having someone else do to him. Was that such a sin?
Teeth closed sharply on his nipple, tearing a gasp from his throat and the disgruntled thoughts from his mind. It burned, but in a good way, soothed by the wetness of a teasing tongue. Fingers twisted and pinched his other nipple and he shuddered, arching up into that touch. So good, the way those nips and licks trailed wetly down his chest, moving so slowly. As if Ni~ya intended to taste every inch of him.
A hand wrapped around his length and if not for Ni~ya's weight on top of him he would have bolted upright. One hand on his chest, one on his hip, and one on his cock. His head twisted to the side and there was Aoi, smirking at him.
“Really, Min-kun, did you honestly think I could sleep through you making such delicious noises?” the other man teased, dark eyes laughter bright. “Does this mean it's my turn to watch?”
Another flush of heated embarrassment, eyes almost closing when that hand squeezed and rubbed. He wasn't so sure, even if it would be only fair. If Aoi was awake....
“Mm, I think I know what Min-kun really wants,” Aoi purred, giving Changmin's cock a final squeeze before letting go of him completely. “Don't go anywhere, cutie.”
As if that was even remotely possible with Ni~ya on top of him, wicked tongue flicking in and out of his bellybutton. Something that shouldn't have been nearly as erotic as it was, he was certain of that. Hands shifted, balancing Ni~ya's weight as the older man rocked forward, their cocks sliding against each other. He bit his lip against a low moan only to be caught in another slow, almost languid kiss, Ni~ya's tongue seeking entry. Hips rocked together again, Changmin's hands clenching uselessly onto Ni~ya's shoulders. So not fair, the way Ni~ya could turn him on so completely and so easily, make him so pliant and ... submissive.
“Oi, Ni~ya, I'd like to be able to still play with him, too, thank you!”
Ni~ya pulled back with a laugh, letting the relative chill of the room slide into his place and giving Changmin room to sit up. Able to see clearly now, Changmin felt himself perking up immediately at the sight of what Aoi was carrying: whipped cream and strawberries. He was already salivating, anxious to get his hands on the cream if only so he could lick it off Aoi's tanned skin.
“I thought so,” Aoi purred, passing the bowl of whipped cream to Changmin while keeping the strawberries for himself as he sat down beside them. Picking a berry, he swiped it through the cream, but instead of offering it to either Ni~ya or Changmin, Aoi licked the cream from the red fruit himself before sinking his teeth into it. Red juice dribbled down his chin and Changmin could only think that it had been deliberate as he watched the man's tongue trying to lick it up himself. The remains of the berry were swipped through the whipped cream again, leaving a trail of red, and then held up to Ni~ya. The blond's smile was absolutely devilish and then he was sucking fruit and Aoi's fingers both into his mouth.
“Here, you have to taste this,” the darker haired man murmured, freeing his fingers from Ni~ya's mouth. But instead of another strawberry, this time Aoi used two of his fingers, holding them out to Changmin. In contrast to the blond, Aoi's eyes almost shone with innocence, as if the older man didn't know precisely what he was doing. Whatever. Changmin captured Aoi's wrist with one hand, held fast the other man's gaze as he slowly licked the offered sweet cream. Just a taste, then another, lips closing around the digits to suck the last remnants of cream from them, smiling when Aoi's eyelids grew heavy and a moan slipped past his lips. Inexperienced but not completely hopeless.
“Please, sir,” he murmured as he let Aoi's fingers slip from his mouth, “can I have some more?”
Confusion in Aoi's frown but he could see Ni~ya was holding back a laugh. The blond selected a berry, dipped it into the whipped cream, and then proceeded to rub it messily over Aoi's lips.
“Help yourself, Min-kun.”
Aoi blinked at both of them, but said nothing, did nothing. Changmin licked his lips, passing the bowl of whipped cream to Ni~ya before leaning close and lapping the cream from Aoi's lips with a soft hum of pleasure. Tasty, but not entirely what he'd been wanting.
“More?” he murmured against parted lips, eyes watching Ni~ya instead of Aoi. The blond passed him back the bowl of whipped cream before taking the berries from Aoi's lax grasp. Changmin leaned back, tried to wait patiently while Aoi was pushed to lay down. The air of innocence was now gone from the older man, expectation having replaced it. Changmin scooted down the bed until he was even with the other man's stomach, fascinated by the piercing he'd noticed only in passing before. He dipped his fingers into the cool cream, grinning when Aoi shivered as he smeared it over the tanned skin of his stomach.
“No tan marks,” he said softly, approving. “I think that makes you much naughtier than me, Aoi-san.”
Aoi made no effort at refuting the claim, only smiled at him and let his tongue toy with his piercing.
“I told you he's a natural porn star,” Ni~ya added, grinning. Changmin huffed a tiny noise of amusement, topping his work with a strawberry. A moment to just enjoy the look of it - a cherry might have been better, but one worked with what one had - and then he helped himself to a careful taste. Sweet mingled with the slightly salty flavor of Aoi's skin, a curious combination but not unpleasant. His tongue lingered even after cream and berry were gone, toying with the curved barbell decorating Aoi's bellybutton. Warm, hard, with a tang of metallic sharpness in contrast to the sweetness of the cream, the richness of Aoi's skin.
A part of him wanted to linger in the moment, to take his time tasting Aoi all over. But that would have required far more patience than he actually had. Particularly when Aoi was whimpering with each swipe of his tongue on the older man's stomach.
“Fuck me, Min,” Aoi whispered, his voice harsh and needy. “I know it's what you want. You already admitted it....”
“Ni~ya-sama, if I could ... impose upon you,” he murmured, tugging Aoi's piercing with his fingers this time. Those few words were enough and that was, perhaps, no surprise. Ni~ya had heard his wants the same as Aoi and he trusted the older man to know a great deal more about bondage than he did himself. As he watched Ni~ya bind Aoi in vibrant blue rope - upper arms pressed into his sides, wrists crossed and bound tight to Aoi's chest - he wondered how anyone could stand having their ability to touch taken from them so easily, eagerly. And yet Aoi was completely pliant to Ni~ya's touch, even rubbing his cheek against the blond's arm at one point before letting himself be eased back down to the bedding.
And then Ni~ya decided to go one step further, producing a silk scarf and tying it securely around Aoi's head. Aoi stilled completely, tongue swiping his lips, but not offering so much as a breath of complaint or resistance.
“He loves to be made helpless,” Ni~ya explained, moving off the bed once more. “See how hard he is? He'll do anything you want like this, all you have to do is tell him.”
Except that, really, it was Changmin who wanted to do the doing, all he needed from Aoi was for him to enjoy it. A last bit of cream was smeared over Aoi's cock before he discarded the bowl, then he slowly licked and sucked him clean. Time enough for Ni~ya to press lube and an unmistakable foil packet into his hand. He could feel himself mentally skittering to a halt at the last bit, stumbling over the reality of what he was about to do. Virgin-pure he might be, but he was having sex with two men he'd only just met a few hours ago. Men who rather obviously did this sort of thing on a regular basis. Better safe than sorry, he reminded himself, keeping aside the condom for a moment to instead focus on preparing Aoi. Not that he needed much it seemed, pushing back against Changmin's fingers immediately with a choked whimper.
“Oh fuck, more... Please ... fuck....”
He wasn't entirely sure if he was allowed to set his own pace or if he was supposed to be waiting for Ni~ya to give him permission. Although he supposed it could be argued that Ni~ya had already given his permission, several times even. And he really was thinking entirely too much about this whole thing when what he really needed to be doing was finishing what he'd started. Carefully tearing open the packet, he found himself slightly annoyed that it was taking so long for him to get the damn thing on already. It probably didn't help that the whole time Aoi was shifting beneath him, rubbing against him, mewling and pleading for more. Thoroughly distracting, and yet worth it for the way the older man froze and moaned at the first feel of Changmin's condom-covered cock pressing against his opening. Aoi whimpered as he pushed into the older man's body, begging him to move faster, harder. Changmin might not have been entirely sure what it was he was doing, but he listened to Aoi's whimpers, watched the way the other man's body moved in response to his own motions, and that seemed to be guidance enough. Aoi was so wonderfully tight and hot around his cock, and he could feel him clenching down around him when he brushed against one spot in particular. He tried to angle his thrusts to hit that spot every time, which didn't really work, but even his infrequent brushes were vocally appreciated.
It had been embarrassing enough coming first the last time, though at least this time he'd lasted rather a lot longer, somehow forcing himself to linger in the utter bliss of the moment. But he still felt guilty. Was there something he'd forgotten? Or was it because he was so inexperienced and he just hadn't done it right? He didn't know and he was starting to feel really stupid and....
Fingers closed around his hand, tugging it away from the bed and forcing him to shift weight towards the solid presence at his shoulder. His hand was then wrapped around Aoi's cock, netting him a soft whimper from the bound man.
“You have to touch him,” Ni~ya whispered against his ear. “Unless you just want me to do it....”
Perhaps it was nothing more than stubborn pride, but dammit, he wanted to prove he could do this. It wasn't all that different from touching himself, though he had to find Aoi's most sensitive places first. His hand moved slowly, shaking free of Ni~ya's fingers, but Aoi was too needy, to anxious for that. And Ni~ya too pushy, insisting on having his hand over the top of Changmin's even if he wasn't really guiding anything. He wanted to protest, to have Aoi all to himself, but he didn't have the right, especially not after having already invited the other in with his ropes.
Even after Aoi came, Ni~ya kept hold of his hand, tugging it up to Aoi's lips. He felt captivated, watching Aoi licking and sucking his own cum from Changmin's fingers. A part of him was almost disgusted by it and yet ... another part of him was wanting to be turned on by it. Maybe it was just as well he didn't have anything left to give. In fact, he was feeling strangely tingly and disconnected through the entire scene, watching placidly as Ni~ya released his wrist and then shifted him onto the mattress itself. He continued to merely watch in silence as the blond licked his way down Aoi's flat stomach, though he made himself look away when Ni~ya's tongue dipped even lower. That was ... Changmin forced his mind away from it, made his hand reach across the distance to touch Aoi's arm, his face, anything to make himself believe that the darker haired man's moans were because of him and not ... that. It even almost worked.
“Nn, Ni~ya-sama....”
How did they still have any energy left? Aoi's moans were breathless, the sounds of an oversensitive body being made to endure yet more stimulation. Should he be stopping it? But that would mean not only facing what Ni~ya was doing but also making the blond stop. Changmin didn't think he had the ability to make Ni~ya do anything he didn't want to do already.
“Ni-sama, please....”
Changmin wanted to scoot closer, but at the same time he wasn't sure he even dared. Maybe what he needed to be doing was gathering his strength so he could just leave? His clothes were probably still in the lounge, he wouldn't have any trouble getting to them. If he just closed his eyes - and his ears; if only it were so easy - for a few moments, he might actually be able to get enough energy together to get dressed and go back to their Tokyo apartment.
It didn't work, a change in the sound of Aoi's moans forcing his eyes open. Ni~ya had Aoi up off the bed and into his lap, hands cupping the other man's ass as he helped Aoi move on top of him. Ni~ya was doing most of the work and it looked like he was more intent on seeking his own pleasure than giving back to his partner. Inasmuch as Aoi had cum twice while Ni~ya had only watched, Changmin wasn't entirely sure he blamed him. Even so, he was grateful when Ni~ya was finished, relieved to watch the unwinding of ropes and blindfold, the laying down of an even more limp Aoi.
“Mind my kitten for me?” Ni~ya murmured, ruffling Changmin's hair before disappearing from the room. He didn't understand it, but whatever. An excuse to scoot closer, to tuck Aoi close against him. So what if Aoi was only failing to protest because he was too tired to muster one? He could cling to his illusion for a little while, at any rate. Especially when Aoi nuzzled into his shoulder, more asleep than awake. He wasn't really doing much better himself, nearly asleep by the time Ni~ya returned. He felt more than heard the blond's rumbling laughter, the drawing of blankets over them, the slide of another's warm body against his skin.
In the morning he would have to abandon this fantasy of having someone for himself. In the morning, he would be kicked out of their bed, out of their lives, the unwanted interloper. In the morning, reality would come crashing back, quite possibly bringing with it regret.
But morning was hours away. Until then, he would pretend.