[Challenge][CMP] A day at the beach
Title: A day at the beach
Chapter: 1/1
Fandom: J-Rock/Visual Kei
Language: English
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Miya(MUCC)/Aoi(GazettE)/Bou(AnCafe)
Warnings: a little angry Miya, some angsty stuff, crack pairing
Fetish 1: wind fetish - sexual attraction to being blown by the wind
Fetish 2: albutophilia - Erotosexual arousal from water.
Color 1: chocolate4
Color 2: lightblue4
Summary:It had been the first time the three of them had managed to go on vacation together.
It had been the first time the three of them had managed to go on vacation together.
Especially Bou was happy that he was able to spend time with both of his lovers, who had been constantly busy over the past months so just on very rare occasions it had been all three of them.
They had decided to go to the beach and Bou had found them a rather lonesome place, so they would have enough time to catch up on all the things they had missed over the past few weeks and months. They also had the bay all to themselves, a rather nice place with white sand and perfect blue water with an edge of green and gray to it, so after using the first day for extensive 'catching ups' inside...especially inside the bedroom, they used the second one to go swimming.
They had never done such a thing together and first Aoi had been apprehensive, but he had given in eventually, not wanting to disappoint either of his lovers.
He already knew how he'd react to the slow movements of the water. He knew that his skin would start to tingle because of the water caressing his legs. The water would scratch across his inner tights, caress his ankles, stroke his stomach; it would easily get inside his swimming trunks and soon he would be unable to hide his physical reaction to the soft caresses the water would give him. He just hoped the others would think it was because they were close to him.
Rather soon Bou felt exhausted. He wasn't that good a swimmer and with the other two being both taller and stronger than him he was easily overpowered, so he fled onto a small rock, which jutted out of the water and created a small island about 20 meters away from the beach. When he sat there he was content to just watch the other two hunt each other.
What he had forgotten about was, that being at the coast unfortunately usually went along with wind, or at least a light breeze. And these soft blows of cool air soon let his body heat up.
He just couldn't resist the faint touch of the cold air caressing his skin, stroking down his back. Almost like hands that were everywhere at the same time; caressing him, teasing him, making his whole body tingle in anticipation. When suddenly a gush of air hit his back he couldn't hold back a groan.
Bou was happy that Aoi and Miya were at about the completely opposite end of the bay.
They seemed to do some kind of race and Bou wondered what the price was that they seemed so fixed on winning.
When the two reached the opposite side of the bay they quickly turned around, now heading in the direction of Bou's island.
This time Aoi fell back behind the other, to distracted by the water that caressed his body, seemingly trying to stop him and the more he hurried the sweeter got the caresses...so tempting. He would just come right inside his swimming trunks if things went on like that.
Bou watched his lovers with a smile of his face, though he wondered why Aoi fell that far behind the other, who didn't seem to notice and just kept swimming in the direction of Bou. Said guitarist now changed his position, from sitting and enjoying the sun to slightly leaned forward, propped up using his hands for leverage. His legs were spread lightly and he was happy that he had decided to war a shirt along with his swimming trunks. This shirt hand originally belonged to Aoi but it had even been to large for raven haired man, so to Bou it was more of a dress, the chocolate colored fabric a stark contrast to his milky white skin.
This shirt proved his use now again with falling down a little away from his chest, covering his erect cock perfectly, which wouldn't have gone unnoticed otherwise.
When Miya reached the island he propped himself up on the rock, his lower body was still hidden inside the water, leaning forward and covering Bou's plush lips with his own.
And of course Bou met the other halfway, seeing that this seemed to have been the reward and content to be able to please his lovers that easily. Bou knew he was their princess to be coveted and guarded, but as their princess he felt it was his job to make them feel good and satisfy them. So when Miya started to deepen the kiss Bou just groaned and let his lover take complete control.
What Bou had forgotten about was the musky rough smell he emitted when he was horny. And of course Miya had no difficulties at all noticing it, deepening the kiss even more while moving onto the island completely.
When a new gush of air hit the couple on the island Bou moaned into the kiss, hoping that Miya would think it was because of the kiss.
Miya however wasn't stupid. He had already noticed that neither of his lovers acted completely normal and he wouldn't let their mistrust go unpunished. They had promised him not to hide anything from him, he was the one in charge and this was unforgivable. But the punishment could wait for another time, right now he just wanted to know what made his lover that horny. Slowly he removed his lips from the others and moved them to the others neck, licking along it and placing soft kisses upon the heated skin. His hand's now covered Bou's smaller ones, gently stroking the others wrists. Patiently he waited for the next time Bou moaned like that again, being sure not to do anything that could provoke it.
It didn't take long and another slightly stronger blow of air hit the couple and Miya smirked as he felt a shiver run down the other's back, hands twitching and a gaps followed by a moan left the others lips.
Now Miya's lips moved up to the others ear. He blew across it softly and when a new shiver ran through the smaller body he smirked and whispered: "You always said you loved to be blown. I never thought you meant it like that." Then he bit the others ear, earning him a yelp along with Bou shrinking an inch.
When Miya had started to caress his neck Bou had known he wouldn't last long if the wind kept caressing him like that, stroking across hi back, his neck and, in his now slightly bend over position, also his ass.
When Miya then whispered soft words to him he needed only a split second to come back to reality. He now knew that Miya knew, and he also knew that his mistrust was poison to a relationship like theirs. He shrunk down a little, slumping down against the other, already knowing that his action wouldn't...couldn't...go unpunished so he was ready to take whatever Miya saw fit.
The elder guitarist however didn't want to punish the other out here. He slowly tugged the other closer, placing two fingers beneath the younger guitarists chin making him look up. He saw fear and sadness but also shame and something like resignation there. So gently he kissed the other and then said: "You do not need to be ashame because you lied to me. Of course I do not accept your action and you know you will receive your well deserved punishment. But I am not disguised by your fetish. Just highly disappointed you did not trust me enough to tell me in person."
Bou felt relieve settle down upon him, making him feel light headed and happy and he could feel tears well up because of the joy he felt. He hadn't feared the punishment, being able to bear what Miya would give him. He had feared for the other to leave him."I'm...I'm sorry", he whispered. "Please forgive me. Forgive me for mistrusting you...but I was full of fear that you might not accept it. I feared you wouldn't want me anymore." He just hoped that Miya would forgive him and not send him away now because he had lied.
Miya nodded, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he stroked Bou's cheek affectionately. "I forgive you.", he said lovingly. "I know how one feels when he has to hide his needs. But I'm still angry with you."
Bou nodded, understanding the other, knowing he deserved to be punished. "Let me make it up to you", he said and without warning he started to trail kisses along the others chest, paying special attention to the others nipples, moving lover to caress the flat stomach knowing his lover loved that way of stimulation. When he reached the waistband of the others pants he just mouthed the others cock through the wet material, ignoring the salty taste and hearing the other groan.
With satisfaction written all across his face Miya had watched Bou lean down and caress his body with his skilled mouth. He really had had to control himself not to force the other to quicken and he had also held in some whimpers and groans that had threatened to escape his lips. When Bou had finally reached his crotch Miya couldn't hold back a groan, burying his hand inside bleached strands of hair.
As Miya looked across the bay his eyes fell upon Aoi and he groaned again, seeing the rapt attention Aoi payed to their little display. He smirked at the black haired and tugged Bou up into a searing kiss, one of his hands buried in the others hair, angling the head of the blond, while his other hand slipped beneath the back of the others shirt and then inside Bou's pants, making the other gasp as dry fingers started to circle his entrance.
Miya's smirk widened as he saw Aoi wet his dry lips now and slowly he pressed a finger inside the small guitarist who relaxed as good as possible while trying to accommodate to the dry intrusion.
Aoi groaned at the sight presented to him now. He had kept a little distance, hoping his very aroused state would go unnoticed. That his two lovers had started making out directly in front of his eyes didn't help either. But he fought back the urge to touch his already aching member.
Miya smiled lewdly at Aoi and moved his lips from Bou's lips to the others ear. He already had three fingers buried inside the tight passage and had found the Bou's prostate, making the other moan and move back against the fingers. "Let's give Aoi a little show.", he whispered and Bou could only groan. He was moaning constantly now because beside the fingers deep inside him a light breeze had come up and made his skin even more sensitive.
Eagerly Bou turned in the direction where he suspected Aoi to be. He was right and he couldn't hold back a moan when he saw the hunger in the others half closed eyes.
Meanwhile Miya had freed his own erection and tugged Bou's pants down so the other could discard them. He then grabbed a hold of the others hips and guided him down on his cock.
Bou kept his eyes locked with Aoi's even as Miya's cock entered him, searing pain coursing through his body because of the lack of lubrication; spit and pre-come wasn't exactly what they needed, but he wouldn't complain, for the pain just added to the pleasure.
Miya waited for Bou to adjust, holing the others hips in a strong grip to stop himself from thrusting into the tight heat engulfing his cock. He had to search for Aoi when he looked across the bay the next time, because while Miya had been busy with keeping his composure Aoi had moved closer. After their eyes had locked and Miya nodded in their direction Aoi followed the unspoken command and quickly made the rest of the way to them, placing his hands on the stone. There was no more space so he just dragged himself up far enough to tug Bou's shirt up. After exposing the others cock not only to his hungry gaze but also the soft breeze he didn't hesitate a second before going down on the other.
At the double assault Bou moaned throatily, because Miya had started to move his hips almost simultaneously to Aoi's mouth. Everything just felt perfect; the wet heat surrounding his cock, one of Aoi's hands fondling his balls, Miya's cock deep inside him and the soft gushes of air, caressing him in all the places the others hadn't already covered. Bou felt close to over stimulation and also Miya noticed that, gently stroking Bou's abdomen. "Don't try to hold back.", he whispered into the younger guitarist's ear, who came just a few seconds later, moaning loudly, his hands clamping down on his tights, leaving small crescent marks there.
Aoi was slightly startled as he felt Bou tens up after almost no stimulation from his part, but he just swallowed the others release, gently stroking the others tights.
Bou kept moving on top of Miya, wanting to make the other come, but Miya stopped the other and gentle trailed kisses along the others neck and shoulder. "don't overdo it, sweetheart.", he said, gentle lifting Bou off of his acing member, ignoring the almost painful need now rising in his belly. Carefully he sat the other down next to him. "Just wait a little and then get back to the beach. There should be less wind."
Bou nodded, watching with half closed eyes as Miya moved over to Aoi, who looked up at Miya confused. Miya on the other hand just smiled enigmatically at Aoi, waiting for Bou to recover and leave the island.
When Bou made his way back to the beach Miya's expression grew more serious and Aoi felt an idea forming in his head. He gulped hard, suspecting what Miya wanted of him.
"Is there something you want to tell me, Aoi?", Miya asked sternly.
Aoi just sank further into the water, which only managed to elicit a moan from his throat because of the new movements of the water. He blushed, looking down, his hands still on the stone.
"Aoi!", Miya growled, dragging the other up by the hair. He never got that rough with Bou, but he knew he needed to do this was Aoi to assert his control.
Aoi whimpered, now forced to look at Miya directly. "I'm...I'm sorry, Miya-sama.", he whimpered, pleading the other with his eyes to let go of his hair.
"Why do you feel sorry, Aoi-chan?", Miya asked, a slightly cruel edge in his voice. He didn't let go of Aoi's hair, but his other hand came up to caress the others cheek.
"Because I...I lied to you, Miya-sama.", Aoi answered, lowering his gaze and hoping Miya wouldn't now use his free hand to backhand him.
Miya however just nodded and without any warning let go of Aoi's hair. The other fell down hard and was barely able to catch his fall with his hands.
"You've been a bad boy, Aoi-chan.", Miya almost purred, stroking the others hair affectionately.
Aoi only nodded and stayed in his lying position, legs and hips still inside the water and under constant stimulation.
"But we'll see to that later.", Miya now said, already trying to figure out a way to punish Aoi. Because he didn't want to send the other away, so he had to punish him. That were the rules, uncaring of Miya's own wishes. He knew that if he wouldn't be bound to the rules he wouldn't punish either of them, but there were things that needed to be done.
This time Aoi looked up in confusion. He had thought Miya would punish him right then and there, but it seemed his lover needed a little time to prepare.
Miya just smirked at Aoi's confusion. "There are more urgent things which need to be taken care of, don't you think?"
Aoi realized what Miya meant and nodded eagerly, not wanting to disappoint his lover. Without hesitation he reached out and started to jerk Miya off while his lips placed kisses all along the others tights and lower abdomen.
Miya smiled at that, groaning liberally and petting Aoi's head, hand suddenly turning into a fist as he came.
And while most of the white fluid ended up covering the stone some also ended up on Aoi's face and chest.
The raven haired guitarist didn't seem to notice that though, because that last painful sensation proved to be all Aoi's aroused body needed to fall over the edge as well coming inside his pants and not caring at all.
Bou had watched the whole encounter from the beach. His ass burned like hell because he had bled and salt water wasn't exactly knowing to be helpful in such a situation.
When he saw the others making their way in the direction of the beach he started to pack away their things, intent to leave for the hotel as soon as the other returned. He was tired and all he now wished for was a soft bad or couch to slump down upon along with his lovers and maybe some ice-creme and strawberries or something equally pleasant.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
OMG, total guitarist overload
*dies*
Wrote this mostly at school...it's fucking 10 and a half hand written pages
*had to type it up afterwards*
x.X
Oh, and I learned one thing: Never start to write something when you know you'll be on your period starting tomorrow.
While typing this up I realized that Miya got a cruel touch at the end...*tsks* bad Miya-muse.
Chapter: 1/1
Fandom: J-Rock/Visual Kei
Language: English
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Miya(MUCC)/Aoi(GazettE)/Bou(AnCafe)
Warnings: a little angry Miya, some angsty stuff, crack pairing
Fetish 1: wind fetish - sexual attraction to being blown by the wind
Fetish 2: albutophilia - Erotosexual arousal from water.
Color 1: chocolate4
Color 2: lightblue4
Summary:It had been the first time the three of them had managed to go on vacation together.
It had been the first time the three of them had managed to go on vacation together.
Especially Bou was happy that he was able to spend time with both of his lovers, who had been constantly busy over the past months so just on very rare occasions it had been all three of them.
They had decided to go to the beach and Bou had found them a rather lonesome place, so they would have enough time to catch up on all the things they had missed over the past few weeks and months. They also had the bay all to themselves, a rather nice place with white sand and perfect blue water with an edge of green and gray to it, so after using the first day for extensive 'catching ups' inside...especially inside the bedroom, they used the second one to go swimming.
They had never done such a thing together and first Aoi had been apprehensive, but he had given in eventually, not wanting to disappoint either of his lovers.
He already knew how he'd react to the slow movements of the water. He knew that his skin would start to tingle because of the water caressing his legs. The water would scratch across his inner tights, caress his ankles, stroke his stomach; it would easily get inside his swimming trunks and soon he would be unable to hide his physical reaction to the soft caresses the water would give him. He just hoped the others would think it was because they were close to him.
Rather soon Bou felt exhausted. He wasn't that good a swimmer and with the other two being both taller and stronger than him he was easily overpowered, so he fled onto a small rock, which jutted out of the water and created a small island about 20 meters away from the beach. When he sat there he was content to just watch the other two hunt each other.
What he had forgotten about was, that being at the coast unfortunately usually went along with wind, or at least a light breeze. And these soft blows of cool air soon let his body heat up.
He just couldn't resist the faint touch of the cold air caressing his skin, stroking down his back. Almost like hands that were everywhere at the same time; caressing him, teasing him, making his whole body tingle in anticipation. When suddenly a gush of air hit his back he couldn't hold back a groan.
Bou was happy that Aoi and Miya were at about the completely opposite end of the bay.
They seemed to do some kind of race and Bou wondered what the price was that they seemed so fixed on winning.
When the two reached the opposite side of the bay they quickly turned around, now heading in the direction of Bou's island.
This time Aoi fell back behind the other, to distracted by the water that caressed his body, seemingly trying to stop him and the more he hurried the sweeter got the caresses...so tempting. He would just come right inside his swimming trunks if things went on like that.
Bou watched his lovers with a smile of his face, though he wondered why Aoi fell that far behind the other, who didn't seem to notice and just kept swimming in the direction of Bou. Said guitarist now changed his position, from sitting and enjoying the sun to slightly leaned forward, propped up using his hands for leverage. His legs were spread lightly and he was happy that he had decided to war a shirt along with his swimming trunks. This shirt hand originally belonged to Aoi but it had even been to large for raven haired man, so to Bou it was more of a dress, the chocolate colored fabric a stark contrast to his milky white skin.
This shirt proved his use now again with falling down a little away from his chest, covering his erect cock perfectly, which wouldn't have gone unnoticed otherwise.
When Miya reached the island he propped himself up on the rock, his lower body was still hidden inside the water, leaning forward and covering Bou's plush lips with his own.
And of course Bou met the other halfway, seeing that this seemed to have been the reward and content to be able to please his lovers that easily. Bou knew he was their princess to be coveted and guarded, but as their princess he felt it was his job to make them feel good and satisfy them. So when Miya started to deepen the kiss Bou just groaned and let his lover take complete control.
What Bou had forgotten about was the musky rough smell he emitted when he was horny. And of course Miya had no difficulties at all noticing it, deepening the kiss even more while moving onto the island completely.
When a new gush of air hit the couple on the island Bou moaned into the kiss, hoping that Miya would think it was because of the kiss.
Miya however wasn't stupid. He had already noticed that neither of his lovers acted completely normal and he wouldn't let their mistrust go unpunished. They had promised him not to hide anything from him, he was the one in charge and this was unforgivable. But the punishment could wait for another time, right now he just wanted to know what made his lover that horny. Slowly he removed his lips from the others and moved them to the others neck, licking along it and placing soft kisses upon the heated skin. His hand's now covered Bou's smaller ones, gently stroking the others wrists. Patiently he waited for the next time Bou moaned like that again, being sure not to do anything that could provoke it.
It didn't take long and another slightly stronger blow of air hit the couple and Miya smirked as he felt a shiver run down the other's back, hands twitching and a gaps followed by a moan left the others lips.
Now Miya's lips moved up to the others ear. He blew across it softly and when a new shiver ran through the smaller body he smirked and whispered: "You always said you loved to be blown. I never thought you meant it like that." Then he bit the others ear, earning him a yelp along with Bou shrinking an inch.
When Miya had started to caress his neck Bou had known he wouldn't last long if the wind kept caressing him like that, stroking across hi back, his neck and, in his now slightly bend over position, also his ass.
When Miya then whispered soft words to him he needed only a split second to come back to reality. He now knew that Miya knew, and he also knew that his mistrust was poison to a relationship like theirs. He shrunk down a little, slumping down against the other, already knowing that his action wouldn't...couldn't...go unpunished so he was ready to take whatever Miya saw fit.
The elder guitarist however didn't want to punish the other out here. He slowly tugged the other closer, placing two fingers beneath the younger guitarists chin making him look up. He saw fear and sadness but also shame and something like resignation there. So gently he kissed the other and then said: "You do not need to be ashame because you lied to me. Of course I do not accept your action and you know you will receive your well deserved punishment. But I am not disguised by your fetish. Just highly disappointed you did not trust me enough to tell me in person."
Bou felt relieve settle down upon him, making him feel light headed and happy and he could feel tears well up because of the joy he felt. He hadn't feared the punishment, being able to bear what Miya would give him. He had feared for the other to leave him."I'm...I'm sorry", he whispered. "Please forgive me. Forgive me for mistrusting you...but I was full of fear that you might not accept it. I feared you wouldn't want me anymore." He just hoped that Miya would forgive him and not send him away now because he had lied.
Miya nodded, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he stroked Bou's cheek affectionately. "I forgive you.", he said lovingly. "I know how one feels when he has to hide his needs. But I'm still angry with you."
Bou nodded, understanding the other, knowing he deserved to be punished. "Let me make it up to you", he said and without warning he started to trail kisses along the others chest, paying special attention to the others nipples, moving lover to caress the flat stomach knowing his lover loved that way of stimulation. When he reached the waistband of the others pants he just mouthed the others cock through the wet material, ignoring the salty taste and hearing the other groan.
With satisfaction written all across his face Miya had watched Bou lean down and caress his body with his skilled mouth. He really had had to control himself not to force the other to quicken and he had also held in some whimpers and groans that had threatened to escape his lips. When Bou had finally reached his crotch Miya couldn't hold back a groan, burying his hand inside bleached strands of hair.
As Miya looked across the bay his eyes fell upon Aoi and he groaned again, seeing the rapt attention Aoi payed to their little display. He smirked at the black haired and tugged Bou up into a searing kiss, one of his hands buried in the others hair, angling the head of the blond, while his other hand slipped beneath the back of the others shirt and then inside Bou's pants, making the other gasp as dry fingers started to circle his entrance.
Miya's smirk widened as he saw Aoi wet his dry lips now and slowly he pressed a finger inside the small guitarist who relaxed as good as possible while trying to accommodate to the dry intrusion.
Aoi groaned at the sight presented to him now. He had kept a little distance, hoping his very aroused state would go unnoticed. That his two lovers had started making out directly in front of his eyes didn't help either. But he fought back the urge to touch his already aching member.
Miya smiled lewdly at Aoi and moved his lips from Bou's lips to the others ear. He already had three fingers buried inside the tight passage and had found the Bou's prostate, making the other moan and move back against the fingers. "Let's give Aoi a little show.", he whispered and Bou could only groan. He was moaning constantly now because beside the fingers deep inside him a light breeze had come up and made his skin even more sensitive.
Eagerly Bou turned in the direction where he suspected Aoi to be. He was right and he couldn't hold back a moan when he saw the hunger in the others half closed eyes.
Meanwhile Miya had freed his own erection and tugged Bou's pants down so the other could discard them. He then grabbed a hold of the others hips and guided him down on his cock.
Bou kept his eyes locked with Aoi's even as Miya's cock entered him, searing pain coursing through his body because of the lack of lubrication; spit and pre-come wasn't exactly what they needed, but he wouldn't complain, for the pain just added to the pleasure.
Miya waited for Bou to adjust, holing the others hips in a strong grip to stop himself from thrusting into the tight heat engulfing his cock. He had to search for Aoi when he looked across the bay the next time, because while Miya had been busy with keeping his composure Aoi had moved closer. After their eyes had locked and Miya nodded in their direction Aoi followed the unspoken command and quickly made the rest of the way to them, placing his hands on the stone. There was no more space so he just dragged himself up far enough to tug Bou's shirt up. After exposing the others cock not only to his hungry gaze but also the soft breeze he didn't hesitate a second before going down on the other.
At the double assault Bou moaned throatily, because Miya had started to move his hips almost simultaneously to Aoi's mouth. Everything just felt perfect; the wet heat surrounding his cock, one of Aoi's hands fondling his balls, Miya's cock deep inside him and the soft gushes of air, caressing him in all the places the others hadn't already covered. Bou felt close to over stimulation and also Miya noticed that, gently stroking Bou's abdomen. "Don't try to hold back.", he whispered into the younger guitarist's ear, who came just a few seconds later, moaning loudly, his hands clamping down on his tights, leaving small crescent marks there.
Aoi was slightly startled as he felt Bou tens up after almost no stimulation from his part, but he just swallowed the others release, gently stroking the others tights.
Bou kept moving on top of Miya, wanting to make the other come, but Miya stopped the other and gentle trailed kisses along the others neck and shoulder. "don't overdo it, sweetheart.", he said, gentle lifting Bou off of his acing member, ignoring the almost painful need now rising in his belly. Carefully he sat the other down next to him. "Just wait a little and then get back to the beach. There should be less wind."
Bou nodded, watching with half closed eyes as Miya moved over to Aoi, who looked up at Miya confused. Miya on the other hand just smiled enigmatically at Aoi, waiting for Bou to recover and leave the island.
When Bou made his way back to the beach Miya's expression grew more serious and Aoi felt an idea forming in his head. He gulped hard, suspecting what Miya wanted of him.
"Is there something you want to tell me, Aoi?", Miya asked sternly.
Aoi just sank further into the water, which only managed to elicit a moan from his throat because of the new movements of the water. He blushed, looking down, his hands still on the stone.
"Aoi!", Miya growled, dragging the other up by the hair. He never got that rough with Bou, but he knew he needed to do this was Aoi to assert his control.
Aoi whimpered, now forced to look at Miya directly. "I'm...I'm sorry, Miya-sama.", he whimpered, pleading the other with his eyes to let go of his hair.
"Why do you feel sorry, Aoi-chan?", Miya asked, a slightly cruel edge in his voice. He didn't let go of Aoi's hair, but his other hand came up to caress the others cheek.
"Because I...I lied to you, Miya-sama.", Aoi answered, lowering his gaze and hoping Miya wouldn't now use his free hand to backhand him.
Miya however just nodded and without any warning let go of Aoi's hair. The other fell down hard and was barely able to catch his fall with his hands.
"You've been a bad boy, Aoi-chan.", Miya almost purred, stroking the others hair affectionately.
Aoi only nodded and stayed in his lying position, legs and hips still inside the water and under constant stimulation.
"But we'll see to that later.", Miya now said, already trying to figure out a way to punish Aoi. Because he didn't want to send the other away, so he had to punish him. That were the rules, uncaring of Miya's own wishes. He knew that if he wouldn't be bound to the rules he wouldn't punish either of them, but there were things that needed to be done.
This time Aoi looked up in confusion. He had thought Miya would punish him right then and there, but it seemed his lover needed a little time to prepare.
Miya just smirked at Aoi's confusion. "There are more urgent things which need to be taken care of, don't you think?"
Aoi realized what Miya meant and nodded eagerly, not wanting to disappoint his lover. Without hesitation he reached out and started to jerk Miya off while his lips placed kisses all along the others tights and lower abdomen.
Miya smiled at that, groaning liberally and petting Aoi's head, hand suddenly turning into a fist as he came.
And while most of the white fluid ended up covering the stone some also ended up on Aoi's face and chest.
The raven haired guitarist didn't seem to notice that though, because that last painful sensation proved to be all Aoi's aroused body needed to fall over the edge as well coming inside his pants and not caring at all.
Bou had watched the whole encounter from the beach. His ass burned like hell because he had bled and salt water wasn't exactly knowing to be helpful in such a situation.
When he saw the others making their way in the direction of the beach he started to pack away their things, intent to leave for the hotel as soon as the other returned. He was tired and all he now wished for was a soft bad or couch to slump down upon along with his lovers and maybe some ice-creme and strawberries or something equally pleasant.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
OMG, total guitarist overload
*dies*
Wrote this mostly at school...it's fucking 10 and a half hand written pages
*had to type it up afterwards*
x.X
Oh, and I learned one thing: Never start to write something when you know you'll be on your period starting tomorrow.
While typing this up I realized that Miya got a cruel touch at the end...*tsks* bad Miya-muse.