: Alice Nine.Characters
: Shou, Hiroto, and an unnamed host.Main pairing
: Shou x Hiroto, Shou x Hiroto x host.Rating
: Canon, adultfic, erotica, (long) vignette, PWP/Porn Without Plot.Warnings
: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, [mature theme] double penetration, m/m/m, consensual, WAFF/fluff/PWP, light BDSM (blindfolding only). Information about Shou here
.Information about Hiroto here
.Information about Alice Nine here
.Information about Japanese hosts here and here.'Heaven Bound' archive page here
.Relative time in play
: Unspecified. Could be anytime within the last couple of years. Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.Summary: He shuddered against the warmth and pressure of their beautiful bodies against his then, as they sandwiching him between them and shared a deep kiss over his shoulder, and, though he couldn’t see the kiss for the blindfolds drawn over his almond eyes, he could feel it, hear it, and it made his body twitch and ache in want and need.
Yes, he wanted them…
Yes, he would be theirs…
Theirs to kiss…
“Are you comfortable?” the man in front of him breathed against the shell of his ear when he finally broke away from the kiss shared with his beautiful lover, and the way his voice was slightly hoarse now, the way he panted ever so slightly from that kiss, too, was enough to send shivers down his spine. He instantly nodded his head in reply without even thinking, nodded against the darkness, feelings and sounds surrounding him, engulfing him into a world where nothing else existed. His body was already twitching in need, tangible hardness already forming beneath his tight black jeans, and he found himself literally aching for them to move on already.
ready.‘This has to be a dream…’
He had gone into the host club earlier that night with disgustingly sweaty palms and his heart beating loudly in his ears, and, though he had been there every other night of that week too, to observe the other hosts and how they interacted with their ’dates’, this night had been different indeed. It was the first night he had had to work as a host himself, the first night he had been on commission and had had to find - and entice - clients to want to spend time with (and money on) him too…‘I was so terrified…’
Though he had always been a smooth talker, and quite popular wherever he went, he had still been so nervous he had felt almost sick to his stomach, and he had even been about ready to run to the restroom and throw up when the manager of the club came up to him. Two patrons had come in and had, when they saw him from the door, instantly requested his company. It was a big honor, he had been told, as these two mysterious strangers were not only quite rich and generous, but apparently also very picky about whom they chose for company. They came in once or twice every couple of weeks, and most times they would leave again without requesting a host at all.‘I still don’t know why they chose me though…’
The manager had praised him to the high heavens then, for having enticed the two by his looks alone, and he patted him a little overly friendly on the back as he sent him on his way to the small private room where the strangers were waiting for him, all but telling him to do anything
to please them…
Apparently it was also quite common for men to come in and request male hosts too.‘And that wasn’t the only surprise…’
The female clients who had come in to talk to the other hosts when he had been there the previous nights had all been… well, older women, all ordinary in looks, and, even if he hadn’t been gay, he knew he still wouldn’t have found any of them the least bit attractive or desirable, not in any way. He had learned it came with the job though, to pretend to be straight, and to be into these women who would so generously pay for his time and company, and he was sure he could do it too; he had gone through high school pretending to have a steady girlfriend after all, to please his parents and keep bullies off his back, and no one had ever doubted his commitment to her. He had truly believed this wouldn’t be all that different…
And yet there he was… standing in front of two of the most beautiful, most desirable men he had ever seen in his entire life… and suddenly everything
was different…‘And the way they were looking at me…’
The two blondes – one slightly less blonde than the other, and slightly taller and older too – had been sitting comfortably leaned back in the black leather booth, arms laced around each other tenderly - apparently completely unabashed in their display of intimacy -, and both with a tall glass of expensive, sparkling champagne standing in front of them on the table. They had smiled sweetly at him then, and had instantly asked for him to sit down and join them, as if he hadn’t already accepted their company by entering the private room in the first place. He smiled back and sat down, trying to mask his nervousness though it had been absolutely impossible with the way they had been looking at him; with almost identical, beautiful hazel brown eyes framed by thick, black lashes…‘I was sure they would take just one look at me up close…’
‘Would see me fumble and stutter in my nervousness…’
‘My newness…’‘And would turn me away again…’
“I can’t believe how beautiful you are…” the younger, smaller blonde whispered behind him then, as both of them drew away from his body almost in perfect synch, and he instantly mourned the loss of their warm bodies pressed in against his. Their hands stayed on him though, holding him, touching him, and he flushed coyly at the praise in a way he had never done before; although he had always known that he was good-looking, and had been told so on a daily basis even, in this room with these two unearthly beautiful men, he forgot it completely...‘Compared to them…’
“Yes, you’re perfect,” the taller blonde standing in front of him whispered out softly in the next second, agreeing to his younger lover’s sensually whispered statement, although it seemed almost as if he could read his thoughts and were replying to them instead.‘They’re the ones who are perfect…’
‘So unbelievably perfect…’‘And I want them…’
‘God, I want them…’
He shivered in the next moment as a pair of warm hands, the ones against his front, slid up to undo his shirt button for button while the other pair, the ones resting against his back, slid down and around his slender waist, encircling him from behind to undo his jeans with deft fingers. He could hear both men breathe against him then, as they worked in silence, could feel the scent of champagne off their breaths as they rustled against him sensually, and he moved his hands up in the next moment, gently lacing them around the wrists of the hands working on his shirt tantalizingly slowly. He didn’t know what to do with himself just then; couldn’t really do anything in his newfound blindness, and so he just gave himself completely up for their touches instead.‘They could do anything to me right now, and I would let them…’‘Anything…’
‘And I would want them to…’
The last button of his shirt was undone then, and the older, taller man in front of him wriggled his wrists out of his hold in the next moment so he could push the fabric off his shoulders in the gentlest touch, and guide it down his arms until it fell from him and fluttered to the ground with the most beautiful sound, like willowy flapping of butterfly wings.‘Yes…’
‘And I would want them to…’
He shivered with the softest sigh as the slight coldness of the hotel room surrounded him in the next moment, enveloped him and prickled against his, now, naked chest, making his nipples harden instantly, sensually, as the muscles of his stomach contracted lightly.‘God, yes…’
The man in front of him sighed out in appreciation then, and he instinctively knew he was being studied; his unmarred, marble skin, his femininely flat, smooth chest and the glistening diamond belly button ring pierced through his navel. He could almost feel those big, beautiful eyes on him, could almost imagine the look on the other man’s sinfully angelic face even through the darkness that so cruelly kept it from him.‘I wish I had had more time to look at them before they blindfolded me…’
‘More time to appreciate their beauty…’
‘To memorize it…’
“Have you ever had two men inside of you before, at the same time?” the lesser blonde man asked then, in a soft, whispery voice as his hands trailed down to take over for his lover’s which had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants by then, and the rough fabric was guided slowly down and off his fleshy thighs in the next moment, before he could answer, together with his underwear too, to pool at his ankles.
Meanwhile the younger man’s warm, slightly calloused hands slid around his body again, over his chilled, slender sides and up to caress up and down his naked arms, just touching him now, apparently just feeling the warmth of his skin and the goose bumps rising on it in the wake of the sweet, soft touch. An almost identical sigh of appreciation rustled from him too, then, against the back of his shoulder, a sound he had, of course, heard from his past lovers too, but had never truly appreciated as much as he did just then…
He was now completely naked, say for his jewelry and the silk blindfolds covering his eyes.‘Two men inside of me…’
‘At the same time…’
“No…” he breathed a little unsurely, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, and he tilted his head a little back, by pure instinct, when the man in front of him moved back up to stand again after having guided the fabric of his jeans completely off his legs, and away from him on the floor.‘They want to be inside of me… both of them… at the same time…’
“Do you want to try?” the blonder, younger man whispered behind him, and those small hands tightened a bit around his biceps in the most sensually suggestive way then, as unearthly plump lips started kissing a soft, mesmerizing trail over one of his shoulder blades.‘Do I want to try…?’
‘Of course I want to try…’
'With these two...'
‘How could I not want to try…?’
“Yes,” he replied in the softest sigh then, leaning a little back against the sweet kisses which he felt more clearly than he had ever felt any kisses before; it felt like they were etching a trail of pleasure over his fair skin, goose bumps continuously rising in their wake, and it was in that second that he finally closed his eyes against the blindfolds and let the world of eternal darkness envelope him fully.‘God, if mere kisses on my skin feel this good…’
‘How will it feel when they start touching me...?’
‘When they’re inside of me…?’
‘When they make me come…?’
The man in front of him cupped his cheeks in the next moment, breaking his spell, and lifted his chin a little, as if they were actually looking into each other’s eyes though all he saw was endless blackness. “Are you sure?” that unbelievably sensual voice whispered then, suddenly so close to him that the warm, champagne-scented breath of it rustled over his lips and into his mouth, filling him.'Yes...'
He couldn’t help but tiptoe up then, caught between wanting to push in against those lips so close to his, so close he could almost taste them, and back against the plump ones still drawing a trail of sweet kisses over the tight skin covering the back of one of his shoulder blades.‘God, I do…’
“Yes.” he answered again, the sincerity in his own voice surprising even himself, and he swallowed just once to gather his courage before he lifted his naked, thin arms slowly, wrapping them around the taller man’s neck with surprising ease. Then, with his cheeks still cupped by warm, strong hands, he pushed in and caught those beautiful lips with his own.
They were what he remembered best of this tall, beautiful stranger he had barely gotten to look at before agreeing to bed him and his lover; his lips, so perfectly shaped, so pouty, pink and kissable…‘God, how did I end up here…?’
‘Things like this…’
‘Don’t happen in real life…’
He whimpered sensually against those perfect lips then, when the taller of the blondes returned his kiss without hesitation, with fervor, kissing him a little harder and a little deeper than his younger lover had moments earlier, and pushed against him in the most wonderfully dominant way. He shivered then, and tightened his arms around the other man’s neck as the cloth-clad body was pushed in against his own naked, pulsing one, brushing against his already half-hard cock in the most amazing, most torturous way as the deep kiss unfolded.‘God…’
Their pink tongues kept dancing around each other’s then, as their chests heaved against each other’s in shallow intakes of breaths in between the needy sighs and moans that infiltrated the heavenly kiss, and he realized that most of them were coming from him. He had never been a truly vocal lover, or desperate, but he was the one now pushing to get closer to the other man, pleadingly moaning to get deeper, to get more…‘I need more…’
‘God, I need more…’
‘Of both of them…’
“Now who’s being greedy?” the less sultry-sexy - but equally sensual - voice whispered against the back of his ear a few moments later, over his shoulder, as the maddening kiss just continued and continued until he was so weak to his knees that the tall, blonde stranger in front of him was literally holding him up by his waist, keeping him from falling from grace like he wanted to - like he seemed to need
to - all of the sudden.‘God…’
The taller man drew away from him in the next moment though, ending the toe-tingling deep, perfect kiss almost torturously abruptly, and he couldn’t help but whimper out in utter desperation, for a moment forgetting anything about being shy or vulnerable as his entire body twitched and pulsed and begged for more. He didn’t get it though, as the other man just wriggled out of his arms in the next second with a sensual chuckle in between the shallow pants rustling off both their now-swollen, prickling lips, filling the otherwise quiet hotel room.‘But…’
“You heard my lover,” the older blondes whispered in the next moment then, in the most sensually breathy voice, and those strong arms moved from around his waist and up to take hold of his narrow shoulders, to turn him around on the spot again.‘But…’
His naked body was embraced from behind then, and strong but delicate hands took hold around his wrists to guide his hands up to rest against the chest of the man now facing him, the younger and smaller of the two blondes. His fingers instinctively curled in the soft fabric of his shirt in some meek attempt to steady himself against the deep pants still rustling off his swollen lips, and his lungs ached in his chest in the most pleasantly painful way.
“We’re being greedy,” the man behind him continued huskily as the hands slid from his then, and down, and the warm, cloth-clad body pushed further in against his back as he started undoing his lover’s pants in the same moment; the sound of leather sliding through metal belt loops was unmistakable and, for the first time, so completely and utterly arousing it made him shiver and twitch.
“Undress him. Make him come.”‘Undress him…’
‘Make him come…’
There was something insanely arousing and alluring about the way the older, taller man was guiding him then, guiding both of them; controlling the situation much like he had controlled the kiss just moments earlier. It was such subtle dominance, so quiet and sweet and utterly perfect, and he felt the younger blonde tremble beneath his fingertips too, clearly feeling the same way about his lover’s ways, clearly as turned on by it as he was too…‘How can they be so perfect…?’
‘So utterly perfect together…?’
He let his hands trail down over the soft cashmere fabric then, over the femininely flat and yet still clearly muscular chest it covered, until he found the hem of it at the younger man’s slender waist. Then he tugged it back up, slowly and carefully in his blindness, and it was only a second later that the shirt fluttered to the ground and he could run his fingertips over warm, smooth skin instead; could trace two perfect, sensually prominent collarbones running right under it, then flat, taut pecks and finally two hard, pert nipples.‘God, yes…’
He shivered as he flicked the sensitive nubs between his perfectly manicured fingers almost curiously then, and the younger man’s warm breath rustled against his face in the most amazing moan he had ever heard in his entire life, the sound of it so deep, so sensual it made his cock jump against the air in pure arousal and desire. He flicked them again, and again, as he heard and felt the younger blonde’s pants come undone between them, as the older man behind him undid and unzipped them while breathing softly, quietly, against the back of his shoulder where his lover’s kisses still lingered on the milky skin from earlier.‘Fuck…’
When the older blonde drew away from his backside moments later then, to move around their bodies to stand behind his young lover instead, he finally trailed his hands down from the hard, sensitive nubs. His fingertips had barely reached the rough fabric of the opened pants before he hooked in it and sunk to his knees, guiding it down and off the other man’s fleshy legs before shifting on the cold, hard floor to get comfortable there.‘Although I normally never give blowjobs...'
'Or have sex without protection…’
‘I just don’t care…’
‘For one perfect night…’
‘I don’t want to have any regrets…’
He ran his hands up and down the smooth, warm thighs before him then, reveling in the unearthly softness he so wished he could see too, before wrapping his one hand around the base of the youngest man’s awakening, quite impressive cock. He was so desperate to move on by then, so desperate to get more, that the deep whimper of utter appreciation and anticipation had barely echoed from the young blonde before he was dampening his lips with the pink snip of his pierced tongue, getting ready to lean in and take him into his mouth.‘God, yes…’
The room was spinning lightly around him in an overflow of sounds and sensations, of unadulterated arousal and desire, as he finally leaned in and drew his wet tongue over the veiny underside of the soft flesh between his fingers, and, as the familiar salty taste assaulted his taste buds and made his own cock jump between his fleshy thighs, the blindfolds around his eyes were, finally, completely and utterly forgotten.'Yes...'
All he could focus on then was the unearthly moans spilling from the other man’s lips like honey as he pleasured him, echoing around him and making his skin tingle in desire as he sucked the twitching fleshy into his hot, wet mouth, and down into his tight throat, and the two soft hands which moved up in the next second and entangled in his hair in the sweetest touch, silently urging him to continue.‘For one perfect night…’
‘I will give them everything…’
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I know it's getting more and more complicated to figure out who's who and who's doing what (as they progress and all), so I'd really like your honest opinions: is it's easily understood (who's who and who's doing what), or is it simply too complicated/bothersome to read?
Although it's not what I wanted with this story, should I let the host ask for their names in chapter three, if that would make it more easy/pleasant to read? What do you think? (／･_･＼)
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