Heaven Bound, chapter three
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theblackmoralsChapter three
Bands: Alice Nine.
Characters: Shou, Hiroto, and an unnamed host.
Main pairing: Shou x Hiroto, Shou x Hiroto x host.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: 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…
To take…
To fuck…
He continued to change between pressing his wet, silver-threaded tongue against the veined underside of the other man’s cock, and drawing back, tightening his lips around the growing length before hollowing out his cheeks as he pushed forth again. Again and again, back and forth, working the very best he knew how, until those unearthly soft thighs quivered sensually beneath his hands and the needy moans echoing around him, filling the room and bouncing off the walls in the most profanely sexy way, were so loud and desperate he knew it wouldn’t be long before the other man would lose himself completely.
“Is he really that good?” the sultry-sexy voice whispered teasingly somewhere above his head.
“God yes…” was the honey reply forced out between heavenly moans and sighs of pure lust.
“Then don’t close your eyes, baby,” the older of the two continued in that impossibly sensual voice, the slightly demanding tone of it so arousing he couldn’t help but shiver in time with the smaller blonde who’s hard, weeping cock was currently sliding in past his swollen lips again, and down into his tight throat, caressing against the back of it.
‘God…’
“Look at him,” the man bid when his younger lover whimpered out sensually, and, behind the beautifully cruel blindfolds, he could almost imagine just how the taller, older blonde was holding his lover in his arms just then, embracing him from behind, possibly pressing two of those soft, warm fingertips to his chin to make him look down, “Look at that gorgeous mouth on you…”
‘Fuck…’
When he had sat down in the leather booth opposite of the two insanely beautiful men earlier that night he hadn’t really dared to look at their faces, or into their hazel brown eyes. Over the last week he had thought long and hard about how to approach these encounters, these monetary dates with total strangers, with women, and had tried to think of every scenario possible, and what he might say or do, or how he might act, in the face of them. But, of all the time he had spent thinking of these things, of trying to prepare himself for this new career, he hadn’t once thought about what he might say or do, or how he might act, if his clients turned out to be male…
And he had suddenly found himself at a complete loss.
“Are you gay?” the youngest of the two androgynous men had asked him after a good ten minutes of pleasant small-talk about everything and nothing in particular, about his move to the big city and how he had found an apartment through an agency, and it had caught him completely off guard. He had finally peered up then; peered up into the smaller man’s unusually large, femininely rounded eyes, at the innocent curiosity playing in them, before he let his eyes drop bashfully to the table again.
‘I had been prepared to tell a web of all sorts of plausible lies…’
‘Prepared to pretend to be straight, and to be seeking for that special someone…’
‘To make any client believe they're what I’m seeking, what I want…’
‘But…’
‘Not once had I thought about actually telling the truth…’
He had studied the beautiful man’s small hand then, which was resting upon the edge of the silver table, and the way his older lover was absentmindedly caressing his fingertips over it as they talked, in the sweetest, most innocent display of affection. They were so at ease as they sat there opposite of him in the cooled leather, one in the other’s arms, and, though he had been warned against baring himself to clients, he found himself unable, and unwilling, to lie to these two enthralling strangers.
‘How could I lie anyway?’
‘I was told to do anything, to say anything, to please my clients…’
‘And the truth would please them so much more than any lie I could possibly come up with…’
“Yes,” he had answered with a soft smile, and then he reached for another one of the red, juicy strawberries which had been brought in with the champagne, to compliment it, and took a small bite of it.
They had asked him not to drink with them – which was, strictly speaking, against the rules since the clients paid for the host through the overpriced drinks they bought at the club, and he was expected to drink as much as possible to get them to pay as much as possible – and yet he had accepted gladly. He had never really liked to drink alcohol and, though he knew it came with the job and he would have to learn – if not enjoy it then at least pretend – to enjoy it, it made him feel more at ease to know they wanted him to stay clear headed through their encounter.
Even though they hadn’t said anything about it, or even mentioned towards it then, he had already known just why.
‘Because of the way they were looking at me…’
They had gone on from there to talking about his past lovers then, the two he had had while living in his rural hometown, and he found himself answering all their questions without wavering, however bashful he still felt in the newness of the situation. It hadn’t been long after that that they had asked him back to their hotel room.
They had never actually said in words what they wanted of him, had never demanded anything in return for the money they had so generously paid for his company, nor made him feel like he owed them anything. That, along with his obvious attraction to both of them, had been the reason why he had said yes to going with them without hesitation, without doubt.
‘I couldn’t say no to them…’
‘I didn’t want to…’
“I’m going to come…” the blonde whispered then, finally, just as the small hands fisted just a little harder in his bleached hair, and he felt the hard, weeping flesh twitch against his pierced tongue in almost the same second.
‘Yes…’
He just pushed further down then, willing the other man deeper into his hot, tight throat. He wanted to show him that he wasn’t going to draw back, that he wanted him to come in his mouth, though when the young blonde whispered; “I’m going to come…” again a moment later, in a slightly more sensually teary, slightly more sensually pleading voice, he realized it hadn’t been a sweet warning aimed at him after all. It wasn't whispered to give him a chance to draw back in case he didn’t want to swallow; no, the beautiful man was asking his lover for permission to finally lose himself, begging for it as he teetered on the edge of sweet heaven…
‘God…’
‘They’re so sexy…’
‘God, how can they be so sexy…?’
An endless moment went by then, a moment in which the soft, smooth thighs quivered madly against his warm hands and salty precum smeared against the back of his throat, and then, in almost the same second as the older of the two men bid; “Then come, baby.”, the hard cock jumped against his pierced tongue and white, salty seeds shot from the velvety head, and into his mouth, as the beautiful blonde finally came undone in the most maddeningly arousing series of desperate moans and whimpers he had ever heard.
‘F-fuck, yes…’
He steadied his hands as best he could against the young blonde’s trembling thighs then, as small hands tightened almost painfully in his hair, and he felt the other man almost curl around him, his knees buckling and his body bending forward over as he emptied himself. In return he just stilled, doing his best to continue to move his tongue against the veiny underside as the hot, sticky fluid filled his throat.
‘God…’
He could only imagine how beautiful the young blonde must have looked just then; coming with such heavenly sounds rustling off his plump, pouty lips as he buckled forth and curled around him with his lover still so obviously holding around him, holding him up and steadying him, and him there on his knees on the cold, unyielding floor, milking and swallowing every last drop of him…
‘He must be a sight for the heavens…’
‘God, both of them must be…’
He continued to draw his pierced tongue over the throbbing flesh until the younger man had completely stopped tensing, and his moans and whimpers were replaced by soft sighs of pure bliss instead, and then he finally drew back, releasing the salty flesh with a sensual sound of wetness. His tongue was fuzzy from the strain, and his swollen lips prickled and hummed, but he barely had time to notice before the small hands slid out of his hair and down to take hold of his own.
He was dragged up to stand sweetly then, and he had only just found his footing when two strong arms wrapped around his neck and a warm, naked body was pushed in against his, fitting against him almost too perfectly as his lips were claimed in a deep, passionate kiss that instantly left him even more breathless and aching.
‘Yes…’
His cock jumped and throbbed against the crux of the other man’s hip as a pink tongue snaked past his swollen lips and into his mouth, caressing against his own alike, and he couldn’t help but shiver ever so slightly, in arousal, at the way the younger man was so obviously seeking to taste himself off his tongue.
‘God…’
‘Is this for real?’
‘Are they for real?’
“Thank you,” the small blonde whispered breathlessly against his prickling lips as they broke the heated kiss moments later, and the warm body shifted in against his in the most sensually intimate way, “That was amazing…”
“My pleasure,” he chuckled lightly as he traced his fingertips almost curiously up and down the beautiful man’s chilled sides then, amazed at how femininely flat and smooth and warm the skin felt, and yet how there were clearly taut, strong muscles running right beneath it, clearly defining the other man as purely male, even if, at first glance, one might be deceived.
“How about you take him over to the bed, baby,” the more sultry-sexy voice whispered in the next moment then, behind the man in front of him, and he heard the older man draw away from his lover’s backside, away from their embracing bodies. Warmth shifted against his side then, and he knew the other man had walked past him even before that impossibly sensual voice added; “- And, after I undress too, we can truly make it his pleasure?” now from somewhere behind him, in a way that made his half-hard cock jump once again in excitement and anticipation, against the crux of the smaller blonde’s boney hip.
‘Fuck…’
The beautiful, sated man in his arms chuckled sensually at his older lover’s promising suggestion, and then nodded in agreement, something he could discern from the soft movements against his body, before the warm body drew away from him in the next moment. His hand was taken by a smaller one then, a warmer one with slightly calloused tips, and, as he was guided over the floor and down unto his back over the middle of the soft hotel bed, he heard the distinct sounds of clothes coming undone and fluttering to the floor somewhere close by.
‘God, what a sight he must be, the taller one, undressed himself like that…’
He quivered softly and shifted upon the silky sheets, still engulfed in the blissfully cruel darkness.
‘Someone as profanely sexy as him…’
‘With those pouty lips… those dancing eyes… and those beautifully sculptured features…’
‘If only I could see him…’
‘Both of them…’
‘If only I could know if their bodies are as deviously perfect as the rest of them seems to be…’
“He’s already half hard...” the deceivingly deep, male voice of the smaller of the two blondes whispered against the shell of his silver-threaded ear in the next moment then, almost answering his thoughts, and the bed dipped by his side as the other man hover in over him, “That’s how much you turn him on… That’s how much he loved seeing your mouth on my cock…”
‘God…’
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Bands: Alice Nine.
Characters: Shou, Hiroto, and an unnamed host.
Main pairing: Shou x Hiroto, Shou x Hiroto x host.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: 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…
To take…
To fuck…
~o~
He continued to change between pressing his wet, silver-threaded tongue against the veined underside of the other man’s cock, and drawing back, tightening his lips around the growing length before hollowing out his cheeks as he pushed forth again. Again and again, back and forth, working the very best he knew how, until those unearthly soft thighs quivered sensually beneath his hands and the needy moans echoing around him, filling the room and bouncing off the walls in the most profanely sexy way, were so loud and desperate he knew it wouldn’t be long before the other man would lose himself completely.
“Is he really that good?” the sultry-sexy voice whispered teasingly somewhere above his head.
“God yes…” was the honey reply forced out between heavenly moans and sighs of pure lust.
“Then don’t close your eyes, baby,” the older of the two continued in that impossibly sensual voice, the slightly demanding tone of it so arousing he couldn’t help but shiver in time with the smaller blonde who’s hard, weeping cock was currently sliding in past his swollen lips again, and down into his tight throat, caressing against the back of it.
‘God…’
“Look at him,” the man bid when his younger lover whimpered out sensually, and, behind the beautifully cruel blindfolds, he could almost imagine just how the taller, older blonde was holding his lover in his arms just then, embracing him from behind, possibly pressing two of those soft, warm fingertips to his chin to make him look down, “Look at that gorgeous mouth on you…”
‘Fuck…’
When he had sat down in the leather booth opposite of the two insanely beautiful men earlier that night he hadn’t really dared to look at their faces, or into their hazel brown eyes. Over the last week he had thought long and hard about how to approach these encounters, these monetary dates with total strangers, with women, and had tried to think of every scenario possible, and what he might say or do, or how he might act, in the face of them. But, of all the time he had spent thinking of these things, of trying to prepare himself for this new career, he hadn’t once thought about what he might say or do, or how he might act, if his clients turned out to be male…
And he had suddenly found himself at a complete loss.
“Are you gay?” the youngest of the two androgynous men had asked him after a good ten minutes of pleasant small-talk about everything and nothing in particular, about his move to the big city and how he had found an apartment through an agency, and it had caught him completely off guard. He had finally peered up then; peered up into the smaller man’s unusually large, femininely rounded eyes, at the innocent curiosity playing in them, before he let his eyes drop bashfully to the table again.
‘I had been prepared to tell a web of all sorts of plausible lies…’
‘Prepared to pretend to be straight, and to be seeking for that special someone…’
‘To make any client believe they're what I’m seeking, what I want…’
‘But…’
‘Not once had I thought about actually telling the truth…’
He had studied the beautiful man’s small hand then, which was resting upon the edge of the silver table, and the way his older lover was absentmindedly caressing his fingertips over it as they talked, in the sweetest, most innocent display of affection. They were so at ease as they sat there opposite of him in the cooled leather, one in the other’s arms, and, though he had been warned against baring himself to clients, he found himself unable, and unwilling, to lie to these two enthralling strangers.
‘How could I lie anyway?’
‘I was told to do anything, to say anything, to please my clients…’
‘And the truth would please them so much more than any lie I could possibly come up with…’
“Yes,” he had answered with a soft smile, and then he reached for another one of the red, juicy strawberries which had been brought in with the champagne, to compliment it, and took a small bite of it.
They had asked him not to drink with them – which was, strictly speaking, against the rules since the clients paid for the host through the overpriced drinks they bought at the club, and he was expected to drink as much as possible to get them to pay as much as possible – and yet he had accepted gladly. He had never really liked to drink alcohol and, though he knew it came with the job and he would have to learn – if not enjoy it then at least pretend – to enjoy it, it made him feel more at ease to know they wanted him to stay clear headed through their encounter.
Even though they hadn’t said anything about it, or even mentioned towards it then, he had already known just why.
‘Because of the way they were looking at me…’
They had gone on from there to talking about his past lovers then, the two he had had while living in his rural hometown, and he found himself answering all their questions without wavering, however bashful he still felt in the newness of the situation. It hadn’t been long after that that they had asked him back to their hotel room.
They had never actually said in words what they wanted of him, had never demanded anything in return for the money they had so generously paid for his company, nor made him feel like he owed them anything. That, along with his obvious attraction to both of them, had been the reason why he had said yes to going with them without hesitation, without doubt.
‘I couldn’t say no to them…’
‘I didn’t want to…’
“I’m going to come…” the blonde whispered then, finally, just as the small hands fisted just a little harder in his bleached hair, and he felt the hard, weeping flesh twitch against his pierced tongue in almost the same second.
‘Yes…’
He just pushed further down then, willing the other man deeper into his hot, tight throat. He wanted to show him that he wasn’t going to draw back, that he wanted him to come in his mouth, though when the young blonde whispered; “I’m going to come…” again a moment later, in a slightly more sensually teary, slightly more sensually pleading voice, he realized it hadn’t been a sweet warning aimed at him after all. It wasn't whispered to give him a chance to draw back in case he didn’t want to swallow; no, the beautiful man was asking his lover for permission to finally lose himself, begging for it as he teetered on the edge of sweet heaven…
‘God…’
‘They’re so sexy…’
‘God, how can they be so sexy…?’
An endless moment went by then, a moment in which the soft, smooth thighs quivered madly against his warm hands and salty precum smeared against the back of his throat, and then, in almost the same second as the older of the two men bid; “Then come, baby.”, the hard cock jumped against his pierced tongue and white, salty seeds shot from the velvety head, and into his mouth, as the beautiful blonde finally came undone in the most maddeningly arousing series of desperate moans and whimpers he had ever heard.
‘F-fuck, yes…’
He steadied his hands as best he could against the young blonde’s trembling thighs then, as small hands tightened almost painfully in his hair, and he felt the other man almost curl around him, his knees buckling and his body bending forward over as he emptied himself. In return he just stilled, doing his best to continue to move his tongue against the veiny underside as the hot, sticky fluid filled his throat.
‘God…’
He could only imagine how beautiful the young blonde must have looked just then; coming with such heavenly sounds rustling off his plump, pouty lips as he buckled forth and curled around him with his lover still so obviously holding around him, holding him up and steadying him, and him there on his knees on the cold, unyielding floor, milking and swallowing every last drop of him…
‘He must be a sight for the heavens…’
‘God, both of them must be…’
He continued to draw his pierced tongue over the throbbing flesh until the younger man had completely stopped tensing, and his moans and whimpers were replaced by soft sighs of pure bliss instead, and then he finally drew back, releasing the salty flesh with a sensual sound of wetness. His tongue was fuzzy from the strain, and his swollen lips prickled and hummed, but he barely had time to notice before the small hands slid out of his hair and down to take hold of his own.
He was dragged up to stand sweetly then, and he had only just found his footing when two strong arms wrapped around his neck and a warm, naked body was pushed in against his, fitting against him almost too perfectly as his lips were claimed in a deep, passionate kiss that instantly left him even more breathless and aching.
‘Yes…’
His cock jumped and throbbed against the crux of the other man’s hip as a pink tongue snaked past his swollen lips and into his mouth, caressing against his own alike, and he couldn’t help but shiver ever so slightly, in arousal, at the way the younger man was so obviously seeking to taste himself off his tongue.
‘God…’
‘Is this for real?’
‘Are they for real?’
“Thank you,” the small blonde whispered breathlessly against his prickling lips as they broke the heated kiss moments later, and the warm body shifted in against his in the most sensually intimate way, “That was amazing…”
“My pleasure,” he chuckled lightly as he traced his fingertips almost curiously up and down the beautiful man’s chilled sides then, amazed at how femininely flat and smooth and warm the skin felt, and yet how there were clearly taut, strong muscles running right beneath it, clearly defining the other man as purely male, even if, at first glance, one might be deceived.
“How about you take him over to the bed, baby,” the more sultry-sexy voice whispered in the next moment then, behind the man in front of him, and he heard the older man draw away from his lover’s backside, away from their embracing bodies. Warmth shifted against his side then, and he knew the other man had walked past him even before that impossibly sensual voice added; “- And, after I undress too, we can truly make it his pleasure?” now from somewhere behind him, in a way that made his half-hard cock jump once again in excitement and anticipation, against the crux of the smaller blonde’s boney hip.
‘Fuck…’
The beautiful, sated man in his arms chuckled sensually at his older lover’s promising suggestion, and then nodded in agreement, something he could discern from the soft movements against his body, before the warm body drew away from him in the next moment. His hand was taken by a smaller one then, a warmer one with slightly calloused tips, and, as he was guided over the floor and down unto his back over the middle of the soft hotel bed, he heard the distinct sounds of clothes coming undone and fluttering to the floor somewhere close by.
‘God, what a sight he must be, the taller one, undressed himself like that…’
He quivered softly and shifted upon the silky sheets, still engulfed in the blissfully cruel darkness.
‘Someone as profanely sexy as him…’
‘With those pouty lips… those dancing eyes… and those beautifully sculptured features…’
‘If only I could see him…’
‘Both of them…’
‘If only I could know if their bodies are as deviously perfect as the rest of them seems to be…’
“He’s already half hard...” the deceivingly deep, male voice of the smaller of the two blondes whispered against the shell of his silver-threaded ear in the next moment then, almost answering his thoughts, and the bed dipped by his side as the other man hover in over him, “That’s how much you turn him on… That’s how much he loved seeing your mouth on my cock…”
‘God…’
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