Symmetrical
Title: Symmetrical
Author: Tas (tasyfa)
Fandom: Green Day RPS - Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt
Characters: Billie/Mike/Tré
Prompt: 44: piercing for the 50kinkyways challenge ( My kink prompt table.)
Word Count: 576
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own only the words; the people own themselves and the events are fictitious.
Summary: Tré wants to dress up, but a little differently this time.
Author's Notes: Warning for cross-dressing, sort of. Also needle, because duh, piercing prompt.
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"You know corsets normally lace up in back, right?"
Tré snorted, mentally rolling his eyes. "Yeah, of course. But then I can't see. I wanna see!"
Billie grinned at him, a tinge of dark mischief colouring his expression as his hands hovered over Tré's chest, needle and ring at the ready. "Good to go?"
Tré shifted slightly, shoulders flexing under Billie's knees, aware of Mike's gentler smile from where he sat on Tré's thighs. The two of them holding him down for this.
He gritted his teeth. "Do it."
The first prick of the needle wasn't so bad but then it was in his skin, the ring sliding through after it, and Tré made a choked, high-pitched sound, body shuddering. He gave Billie a tight smile and a nod when he paused, and after that tattooed hands didn't hesitate, continuing the pierce-pull-slide down each side of Tré's torso, silver rings shining from each pre-marked location.
The pain was kind of generalised now and Tré breathed shallowly, his skin feeling like it had been lit on fire. That warmth began to spread as Billie straightened and Mike bent down, skilful fingers threading a bright magenta ribbon through the newly-attached rings. Criss-cross, over and under, until the ends of the ribbon met over Tré's left nipple and Mike tied a large, fluffy bow.
"Let me see." He struggled into a seated position, dizzy and flushed. Billie supported him while Mike dragged the standing mirror closer. Tré frowned; the colour was perfect, his favourite on himself, and the bow was beautiful. It was just...
"Lopsided," Billie observed, reaching around to toy with his unadorned nipple. "You didn't want this one done, though. Change your mind?"
He met hazel eyes in the mirror, realising that the answer was already known. Tré nodded anyway just to see him grin.
"Temporary like the rest, or do you want this one permanent?"
He considered, contemplating the glossy shine of the satin laced across his chest and abdomen, picturing what it would look like with the ribbon gone and a matched set of rings in his tits. He wrinkled his nose. "Temporary."
Mike laughed and they eased Tré back down. He was nervous suddenly; this was gonna hurt a lot more. He shivered as Billie applied an ice cube to his nipple, all of them watching it pebble and harden, and then the ice was gone and Billie had a needle and a ring in his hands again. Tré swallowed hard and closed his eyes.
Instead of the anticipated agony, the next thing he felt was Mike's mouth on his erection, wet heat and suction making him arch and cry out, and only then did the pinch of the needle blossom into a delicious counterpoint, sensation flooding him so acutely that the barest tug on all of the rings as Billie re-tied the bow sent Tré flying, spasming into Mike's throat.
Silence reigned for a few minutes as Tré caught his breath, then he sat up, legs swinging to the side of the bed so he could admire his friends' handiwork. He touched the bow with a delighted smile; it wasn't as neat as the one Mike had originally tied, but now it rested in the middle of his chest, and it looked so pretty.
Mike scratched his ear, suppressing a grin, and finally laughed. "And here I would've said that you were definitely a left-of-centre guy, Tré. Who knew you needed perfect symmetry?"
Author: Tas (tasyfa)
Fandom: Green Day RPS - Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt
Characters: Billie/Mike/Tré
Prompt: 44: piercing for the 50kinkyways challenge ( My kink prompt table.)
Word Count: 576
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own only the words; the people own themselves and the events are fictitious.
Summary: Tré wants to dress up, but a little differently this time.
Author's Notes: Warning for cross-dressing, sort of. Also needle, because duh, piercing prompt.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"You know corsets normally lace up in back, right?"
Tré snorted, mentally rolling his eyes. "Yeah, of course. But then I can't see. I wanna see!"
Billie grinned at him, a tinge of dark mischief colouring his expression as his hands hovered over Tré's chest, needle and ring at the ready. "Good to go?"
Tré shifted slightly, shoulders flexing under Billie's knees, aware of Mike's gentler smile from where he sat on Tré's thighs. The two of them holding him down for this.
He gritted his teeth. "Do it."
The first prick of the needle wasn't so bad but then it was in his skin, the ring sliding through after it, and Tré made a choked, high-pitched sound, body shuddering. He gave Billie a tight smile and a nod when he paused, and after that tattooed hands didn't hesitate, continuing the pierce-pull-slide down each side of Tré's torso, silver rings shining from each pre-marked location.
The pain was kind of generalised now and Tré breathed shallowly, his skin feeling like it had been lit on fire. That warmth began to spread as Billie straightened and Mike bent down, skilful fingers threading a bright magenta ribbon through the newly-attached rings. Criss-cross, over and under, until the ends of the ribbon met over Tré's left nipple and Mike tied a large, fluffy bow.
"Let me see." He struggled into a seated position, dizzy and flushed. Billie supported him while Mike dragged the standing mirror closer. Tré frowned; the colour was perfect, his favourite on himself, and the bow was beautiful. It was just...
"Lopsided," Billie observed, reaching around to toy with his unadorned nipple. "You didn't want this one done, though. Change your mind?"
He met hazel eyes in the mirror, realising that the answer was already known. Tré nodded anyway just to see him grin.
"Temporary like the rest, or do you want this one permanent?"
He considered, contemplating the glossy shine of the satin laced across his chest and abdomen, picturing what it would look like with the ribbon gone and a matched set of rings in his tits. He wrinkled his nose. "Temporary."
Mike laughed and they eased Tré back down. He was nervous suddenly; this was gonna hurt a lot more. He shivered as Billie applied an ice cube to his nipple, all of them watching it pebble and harden, and then the ice was gone and Billie had a needle and a ring in his hands again. Tré swallowed hard and closed his eyes.
Instead of the anticipated agony, the next thing he felt was Mike's mouth on his erection, wet heat and suction making him arch and cry out, and only then did the pinch of the needle blossom into a delicious counterpoint, sensation flooding him so acutely that the barest tug on all of the rings as Billie re-tied the bow sent Tré flying, spasming into Mike's throat.
Silence reigned for a few minutes as Tré caught his breath, then he sat up, legs swinging to the side of the bed so he could admire his friends' handiwork. He touched the bow with a delighted smile; it wasn't as neat as the one Mike had originally tied, but now it rested in the middle of his chest, and it looked so pretty.
Mike scratched his ear, suppressing a grin, and finally laughed. "And here I would've said that you were definitely a left-of-centre guy, Tré. Who knew you needed perfect symmetry?"