[Challenge][jfetish_15]Tired
Title: Tired
Chapter: 1/1
Author:elfling_eryn
Band/Pairing: Miya/Bou/Aoi
Theme: #07. Sadomasochism
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: cross-dressing, boot-licking, flogging, D/s, implied sex
Summary: Aoi needs to be taken care of.
Note: Written for jfetish_15 I know, I cheated a bit with this one. But I hope you like it nonetheless
Slowly Aoi walked down the corridor of their apartment building. He was tired and exhausted. He didn't look forward to get back home. He all but dreaded to enter the apartment he shared with his friends. He knew he'd broken one of the most important rules today. But he couldn't care less. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to get into his room and lock the door behind himself. He didn't care that Bou had prepared dinner and that Miya had waited with eating. He closed the door behind himself, mumbling a 'Tadaima' and kicking of his shoes. Then he proceeded further into the apartment, ignoring the questioning glances and Miya's call for him to stop. Instead he went into his room, closing the door after him and curling up in his plush chair, not ready to go lay in bed just now. Maybe later...
Later was actually he next day at noon when he woke in his bed, a note on his bedside table telling him he'd overslept and that Miya had had a phone conversation with Kai, telling the drummer was to exhausted to come to practice. And that the drummer had said he should take the next two says off. And if it was true that he, Miya, was fucking both the others because Aoi had mentioned something like that. And it wasn't like he minded, he just wanted to make sure it wasn't just one of the guitarist's fantasies.
Aoi swallowed as he read this. But he wasn't exactly scared. Maybe Miya could knock the sense back into his numb limbs.
When Miya returned in the afternoon he was surprised to find Aoi in his room. The already naked raven haired was kneeling on the soft rug in front of his bed. And the younger's frown only deepened when he saw the flogger laid out neatly on the bed.
"Hello Aoi-kun", he greeted the other, wondering what the other had planned. The older didn't exactly like pain.
"Hello master", Aoi breathed out nervously, eyes fixed on the other's feet.
Those words were so unlike the older that Miya had a fairly good idea of what the other wanted. But he needed to make sure.
"What does this mean, boy?", he asked, making a short motion that included the whole room.
"I've done wrong, master", Aoi said, voice small but not afraid.
The dark-haired nodded.
"Yes, you did. Which rule did you break?"
"Not to talk about our relationship, master", the older said and again Miya nodded.
"That's right, boy", he said, tsking when Aoi began to bow.
"It's not only me you should apologize to, boy", he chastised, "You also need to apologize to Bou-kun. We'll wait for him to come home and then you can get your punishment"
"Thank you, master", the older breathed out, sounding relieved.
"You seem to almost look forward to your punishment", Miya stated.
"Yes, master", Aoi admitted, blushing faintly, "I feel horribly sorry and numb. And I hope that you'll be able to correct that, master"
The raven haired guitarist nodded, petting Aoi softly.
"I'll do my best to take good care of you. Now stay here while I go out and wait for Bou-kun to return."
After the raven-haired had nodded Miya left him alone, sitting in the living room to wait for their younger lover.
It only took 20 minutes until the apartment door opened once more and Bou was faced with a worried looking Miya. Quickly he kicked off his shoes.
"Hey, Miya-kun", he greeted the other, kissing him softly. "How's Aoi-kun?", he asked, knowing there wasn't much that could make Miya worry like he currently did beside their older lover.
"Hey Bou-kun", the older said, wrapping his arms around the other's waist. "Currently kneeling in my room, waiting for his punishment", he explained indifferently. The younger gasped.
"Punishment?", he asked worriedly.
"Yes. He told his band mates about our relationship. Kai-san said they don't mind and won't tell others. But a rule is a rule", he added. Bou's face had gone white and he nodded.
"Yes, it's a rule. And Aoi-kun's okay with it?", he asked next.
"More than okay. He said he's needing it", Miya said and Bou's face went expressionless as he nodded.
"Do it as usual?", the younger asked and the other nodded.
"Quickly Bou went to redress. Then he came down the stairs and followed Miya into his room.
Aoi had heard the voices from the living room, but he hadn't understood what they'd said. He'd just knelt and waited, eyes closed. When the door opened he opened his eyes again, shiver running down his back when he heard the clicking of heels on hardwood floor.
"Hello, boy", Bou greeted as he stood in front of Aoi.
"Hello, mistress", Aoi answered. Just like he'd been trained to. He knew that the person in front of him was no woman, but in situations like this, when it was just about the roles they played, he was. Then Miya was his master and Bou was his mistress. They'd always take of him together. Just like now.
"Got something to tell me?", the blond asked, running a hand through raven locks.
Aoi nodded. He wanted to bow down but instead the hold in his hair tightened and tilted his head up.
"I'm...I'm sorry mistress", Aoi said, eyes wet.
"What are you sorry for?", came the next question, this time from Miya who stood right behind Bou.
"For...for telling my band mates about you, master...mistress", he said, tears clinging to his eyes, ready to spill over.
"You know that you'll get punished for this", the blond said calmly, waiting for the soft nod before he continued. "Good. Follow me then", he said, moving to a plush chair in one of the corners. There he sat down and watched Aoi crawl the last few steps until he reached him.
Nervously the raven-haired knelt in place. He could hear Miya shift behind him, but he didn't dare turn and look. Instead he looked down at the black high-heels Bou was wearing. The leather seemed kind of dull. He had a fairly good idea on what he'd be required to do. But he wouldn't move without order. He knew how to behave.
Miya watched Aoi and sighed. Yes, the other really needed to pull out of his mindset. So he took up the flogger and walked over to his two lovers.
"Do you know what will happen now, boy?", he asked calmly. He could see the other shiver as he stood so close behind him.
Slowly Aoi shook his head, knowing it was okay not to know things like that.
"I want you to lick my shoes", Bou said calmly and a bit coldly, "they need a bit of care"
"And I'll give your ass a nice little flogging for as long as it takes you to satisfy Bou-chan", Miya said from behind the older.
Aoi shivered at those words, feeling his body react to those promises. Obediently he then bend over, ass high in the air as his face got down to the boots. He knew Bou only wore them at nights like this. But still he made a face as he let his lips connect with the smooth leather, kissing it softly. Then the first smack hit his ass and he gasped. He really didn't like pain and even his current mindset couldn't change that. So quickly he let his tongue move out to lap along the leather, it heady taste and smell getting to him. Every now and then he gasped and whimpered when Miya hit a particular sensitive patch of skin.
Bou looked down at Aoi, watching him lick his shoes, giving them back the black gleam they usually had. He could feel arousal creep through him but he wouldn't do a thing just now. He'd let Aoi take his time, would let Miya tan the pretty upraised ass. The older needed this and the blond would make sure he got what he needed. And he needed to hurt tonight. So he didn't allow Aoi to switch to his other shoe until he heard the soft sobs that indicated that not only spit made his shoes gleam. He nodded to Miya who stopped for a moment as Bou pulled back one foot, looking the shoe over before he nodded.
"Well done", he told Aoi who fought his cries. "Now the next one", he said and Aoi actually groaned at that, shoulders slumping as he continued his task. He was switching between pain and pleasure, pain from the flogger and pleasure from the position, from what he did. Nonetheless tears ran down his cheek. They were coating the shoes but he didn't do something about it. He just continued with his task, knowing it would only take so long until he was done. And maybe he would get reward then, would get to really please his owners. He groaned at the idea, cock hardening further between his legs as he took up his task with new vigor.
Miya easily noticed the change in the other's behavior. He quickly glanced at Bou and it seemed like the younger had noticed it, too. So they just continued a little longer before Miya stopped and the blond pulled his shoe away once more, nodding.
"Well done once more", he said, petting Aoi softly, the older purring and nuzzling his mistress' hand.
"I hope you learned your lesson", came the stern voice of the dark-haired guitarist and Aoi nodded.
"Yes, master. Thank you for teaching me", he said, smiling up at the other happily. And Miya just petted the older softly along with Bou. They'd just go on like that for a bit. And then they could go and give the boy his reward.
Chapter: 1/1
Author:elfling_eryn
Band/Pairing: Miya/Bou/Aoi
Theme: #07. Sadomasochism
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: cross-dressing, boot-licking, flogging, D/s, implied sex
Summary: Aoi needs to be taken care of.
Note: Written for jfetish_15 I know, I cheated a bit with this one. But I hope you like it nonetheless
Slowly Aoi walked down the corridor of their apartment building. He was tired and exhausted. He didn't look forward to get back home. He all but dreaded to enter the apartment he shared with his friends. He knew he'd broken one of the most important rules today. But he couldn't care less. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to get into his room and lock the door behind himself. He didn't care that Bou had prepared dinner and that Miya had waited with eating. He closed the door behind himself, mumbling a 'Tadaima' and kicking of his shoes. Then he proceeded further into the apartment, ignoring the questioning glances and Miya's call for him to stop. Instead he went into his room, closing the door after him and curling up in his plush chair, not ready to go lay in bed just now. Maybe later...
Later was actually he next day at noon when he woke in his bed, a note on his bedside table telling him he'd overslept and that Miya had had a phone conversation with Kai, telling the drummer was to exhausted to come to practice. And that the drummer had said he should take the next two says off. And if it was true that he, Miya, was fucking both the others because Aoi had mentioned something like that. And it wasn't like he minded, he just wanted to make sure it wasn't just one of the guitarist's fantasies.
Aoi swallowed as he read this. But he wasn't exactly scared. Maybe Miya could knock the sense back into his numb limbs.
When Miya returned in the afternoon he was surprised to find Aoi in his room. The already naked raven haired was kneeling on the soft rug in front of his bed. And the younger's frown only deepened when he saw the flogger laid out neatly on the bed.
"Hello Aoi-kun", he greeted the other, wondering what the other had planned. The older didn't exactly like pain.
"Hello master", Aoi breathed out nervously, eyes fixed on the other's feet.
Those words were so unlike the older that Miya had a fairly good idea of what the other wanted. But he needed to make sure.
"What does this mean, boy?", he asked, making a short motion that included the whole room.
"I've done wrong, master", Aoi said, voice small but not afraid.
The dark-haired nodded.
"Yes, you did. Which rule did you break?"
"Not to talk about our relationship, master", the older said and again Miya nodded.
"That's right, boy", he said, tsking when Aoi began to bow.
"It's not only me you should apologize to, boy", he chastised, "You also need to apologize to Bou-kun. We'll wait for him to come home and then you can get your punishment"
"Thank you, master", the older breathed out, sounding relieved.
"You seem to almost look forward to your punishment", Miya stated.
"Yes, master", Aoi admitted, blushing faintly, "I feel horribly sorry and numb. And I hope that you'll be able to correct that, master"
The raven haired guitarist nodded, petting Aoi softly.
"I'll do my best to take good care of you. Now stay here while I go out and wait for Bou-kun to return."
After the raven-haired had nodded Miya left him alone, sitting in the living room to wait for their younger lover.
It only took 20 minutes until the apartment door opened once more and Bou was faced with a worried looking Miya. Quickly he kicked off his shoes.
"Hey, Miya-kun", he greeted the other, kissing him softly. "How's Aoi-kun?", he asked, knowing there wasn't much that could make Miya worry like he currently did beside their older lover.
"Hey Bou-kun", the older said, wrapping his arms around the other's waist. "Currently kneeling in my room, waiting for his punishment", he explained indifferently. The younger gasped.
"Punishment?", he asked worriedly.
"Yes. He told his band mates about our relationship. Kai-san said they don't mind and won't tell others. But a rule is a rule", he added. Bou's face had gone white and he nodded.
"Yes, it's a rule. And Aoi-kun's okay with it?", he asked next.
"More than okay. He said he's needing it", Miya said and Bou's face went expressionless as he nodded.
"Do it as usual?", the younger asked and the other nodded.
"Quickly Bou went to redress. Then he came down the stairs and followed Miya into his room.
Aoi had heard the voices from the living room, but he hadn't understood what they'd said. He'd just knelt and waited, eyes closed. When the door opened he opened his eyes again, shiver running down his back when he heard the clicking of heels on hardwood floor.
"Hello, boy", Bou greeted as he stood in front of Aoi.
"Hello, mistress", Aoi answered. Just like he'd been trained to. He knew that the person in front of him was no woman, but in situations like this, when it was just about the roles they played, he was. Then Miya was his master and Bou was his mistress. They'd always take of him together. Just like now.
"Got something to tell me?", the blond asked, running a hand through raven locks.
Aoi nodded. He wanted to bow down but instead the hold in his hair tightened and tilted his head up.
"I'm...I'm sorry mistress", Aoi said, eyes wet.
"What are you sorry for?", came the next question, this time from Miya who stood right behind Bou.
"For...for telling my band mates about you, master...mistress", he said, tears clinging to his eyes, ready to spill over.
"You know that you'll get punished for this", the blond said calmly, waiting for the soft nod before he continued. "Good. Follow me then", he said, moving to a plush chair in one of the corners. There he sat down and watched Aoi crawl the last few steps until he reached him.
Nervously the raven-haired knelt in place. He could hear Miya shift behind him, but he didn't dare turn and look. Instead he looked down at the black high-heels Bou was wearing. The leather seemed kind of dull. He had a fairly good idea on what he'd be required to do. But he wouldn't move without order. He knew how to behave.
Miya watched Aoi and sighed. Yes, the other really needed to pull out of his mindset. So he took up the flogger and walked over to his two lovers.
"Do you know what will happen now, boy?", he asked calmly. He could see the other shiver as he stood so close behind him.
Slowly Aoi shook his head, knowing it was okay not to know things like that.
"I want you to lick my shoes", Bou said calmly and a bit coldly, "they need a bit of care"
"And I'll give your ass a nice little flogging for as long as it takes you to satisfy Bou-chan", Miya said from behind the older.
Aoi shivered at those words, feeling his body react to those promises. Obediently he then bend over, ass high in the air as his face got down to the boots. He knew Bou only wore them at nights like this. But still he made a face as he let his lips connect with the smooth leather, kissing it softly. Then the first smack hit his ass and he gasped. He really didn't like pain and even his current mindset couldn't change that. So quickly he let his tongue move out to lap along the leather, it heady taste and smell getting to him. Every now and then he gasped and whimpered when Miya hit a particular sensitive patch of skin.
Bou looked down at Aoi, watching him lick his shoes, giving them back the black gleam they usually had. He could feel arousal creep through him but he wouldn't do a thing just now. He'd let Aoi take his time, would let Miya tan the pretty upraised ass. The older needed this and the blond would make sure he got what he needed. And he needed to hurt tonight. So he didn't allow Aoi to switch to his other shoe until he heard the soft sobs that indicated that not only spit made his shoes gleam. He nodded to Miya who stopped for a moment as Bou pulled back one foot, looking the shoe over before he nodded.
"Well done", he told Aoi who fought his cries. "Now the next one", he said and Aoi actually groaned at that, shoulders slumping as he continued his task. He was switching between pain and pleasure, pain from the flogger and pleasure from the position, from what he did. Nonetheless tears ran down his cheek. They were coating the shoes but he didn't do something about it. He just continued with his task, knowing it would only take so long until he was done. And maybe he would get reward then, would get to really please his owners. He groaned at the idea, cock hardening further between his legs as he took up his task with new vigor.
Miya easily noticed the change in the other's behavior. He quickly glanced at Bou and it seemed like the younger had noticed it, too. So they just continued a little longer before Miya stopped and the blond pulled his shoe away once more, nodding.
"Well done once more", he said, petting Aoi softly, the older purring and nuzzling his mistress' hand.
"I hope you learned your lesson", came the stern voice of the dark-haired guitarist and Aoi nodded.
"Yes, master. Thank you for teaching me", he said, smiling up at the other happily. And Miya just petted the older softly along with Bou. They'd just go on like that for a bit. And then they could go and give the boy his reward.