by Z. Allora
“Right here and here.” Wayuu tilted his head and identified the places on his neck.
Haru’s laugh barked out. “Hey, Sage, why don’t you have Daiki give you one too.”
Yes! He’d like that, but Daiki seemed skittish about showing affection around others. “Um… Daiki?”
“How can I help you?” Daiki asked.
His lower voice sent tendrils of excitement through Sage. “Haru… thinks I should… you should—”
“Suck on his neck.” Haru smirked.
Wayuu’s moan seemed to echo off the cement walls. Zen had latched on to Wayuu’s neck and walked him backward, only to be stopped by a wall.
Daiki stepped closer to him. “Do you want me to do this, Sage?”
He wanted Daiki’s mark more than just about anything he could think of… and anything more he wanted involved Daiki too. “Yeah.”
Running his fingertips over Sage’s throat, Daiki traced the collar Sage had buckled around his neck earlier.
Sage wasn’t really submissive, but he respected his need to surrender everything to Daiki.
Daiki caressed a spot on Sage’s clavicle. “I’m going to mark you here.”
Anticipation made Sage hard.
The bite probably wouldn’t show, but that stopped being the point as soon as Daiki agreed to mark him… in public.
He groaned out, “Yes.”
In a flash Sage tilted his head farther, and Daiki’s tongue licked the target. Again and again, until Sage felt like he’d played a drum solo at the Super Bowl. Finally, Daiki scraped his teeth along Sage’s collarbone and then sucked.
A shiver of satisfaction raced through him as Daiki pinched his teeth on Sage’s neck and inhaled.
Daiki glided his lips closer to the collar and nipped with his teeth.
Sage pushed his fingers through Daiki’s hair and pressed him closer.
Taking that as a request, Daiki sucked and bit and then sucked some more. Sage shifted to get his lower body some friction, and—
Haru cleared his throat. “I think you’ve got it.”
Daiki stumbled away, but Sage couldn’t let him go yet. He grabbed him and wanted to say so many things, but only “Thank you” came out.
Looking away, Daiki said, “You’re welcome.”
Their incredibly embarrassed but polite exchange made everything that much hotter for Sage. Daiki had marked him as taken. Happiness, contentment, and lust warred for top billing.
Sage planted a quick kiss on his mouth… in case those hickeys didn’t make it clear who belonged to whom.
Wayuu wobbled his way over to the group with Zen steadying him. “How should we…?”
The husky timbre to Wayuu’s voice told Sage he wasn’t the only one affected.
Zen pointed across the room. “Wayuu, you were on the St. Andrew’s cross. I’ll help secure you to it. And as our other sub, Sage should to be tied to the spanking bench.”
Everyone followed Zen’s direction without question. Sage didn’t know why he was surprised.
Haru arched an eyebrow in Zen’s direction, but to Sage he said, “I understood the rules of branding and marketing, but Zen and Wayuu are both completely opposite of their previous public image.”
Zen was dominant and direct but had appeared as compromising and needing direction. Wayuu used to strut around the stage like he owned it when, really, he wanted someone to tell him what to do.
Sage replied, “Not being themselves must have been exhausting.”
“Would you like me to tie you to the bench?” Daiki’s whisper filled in the blanks and gave Sage answers he didn’t know he was searching for.
“Yes.” Sage hoped his tone implied “without a fucking doubt.” Shrugging off expectations freed and aroused him like nothing else ever had.
Daiki had a hand on Sage’s lower back as he guided him over to the bench. He tugged Sage’s hands to the premade cuffs. “Since this isn’t a scene, you can simply put your hands through the loops and hold on.”
Sage moaned and did as he was told.
“You like this, don’t you?” Daiki’s whisper made him so hot.
“You being in control and me surrendering in front of my band… I fucking love it.” Sage turned his head to stare into Daiki’s eyes.
“I think you like doing things that, somewhere along the line, you were taught you weren’t supposed to do. It turns you on.” Daiki outlined the basics Sage had barely admitted to himself.
“Yeah—fuck!” Daiki ripped Sage’s T-shirt up the back, and the sexy action made Sage thrust his erection against the padding on the bench. How many others had been in this position and been spanked to orgasm?
Daiki pushed the torn fabric aside. He licked across Sage’s angel wings tattoo.
Holy hell. Sage shoved his ass out in an attempt to contact any part of Daiki’s body. Called out and spot-on. “Yes. Good.”
Daiki pressed against him, giving him a reminder of his position. He nipped Sage’s ear and whispered, “Good for me too.”
Sage shook with need. A driving force for something, a need to come, a need for more, but most of all, his need for Daiki.
Haru paced between the cross and the bench. “Daiki, why don’t you do the honors? I can take the pictures.”
Sage swallowed hard. In the mirror in front of him, he could see the rest of the room.
Daiki picked up a paddle and caressed the wood. He peeked through his curtain of hair at Sage and gave him a tiny smile.
Oh damn!
Sage hadn’t given BDSM a passing thought… not really. Yet having Daiki with the paddle tripped his switches. Pictures of Daiki hauling off and smacking Sage’s ass became a throbbing drumbeat in his head.
Haru took photos.
He dragged his eyes off Daiki’s reflection and suggested, “Maybe for the sake of realism, Zen and Daiki could actually, you know, connect.”
Zen placed a hand on Wayuu’s back. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“Do it,” Wayuu demanded breathlessly.
Sage looked over at Wayuu and decided a little sensation was what they both needed. Trying to keep his voice even was nearly impossible, but he was able to say, “Yeah, go ahead, Daiki.”
The shock of the wood connecting to his ass reverberated through his body. Sharp pain eased into a hot sting that teased him.
The swat was echoed by Zen’s paddle, and Wayuu hissed out a broken, “Ow.”
“Too hard?” Zen’s worried words reached Sage, pulling him back.
“Ow is not my safeword. Again, and harder.” Wayuu’s demand was clear.
Embracing what you needed was all kinds of hot. Sage thrust his ass out, hoping Daiki would continue too.
Smack! “Oh.” The air rushed out of his lungs.
Smack! A burning sensation covered his butt and spread to his dick.
Smack! Sage let the wood push him against the bench, teasing.
Daiki rubbed the paddle against him, making him thrust back, begging for more.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Oh God, yeah! Daiki gave it to him.
“Okay, that’s great,” Haru said.
Smack! Smack!
After clearing his throat, Haru assured them, “I got what we need.”
Disappointment raced through Sage. It was over?
Daiki leaned into him. “One more?”
“Yeah.” Sage loved Daiki was reading him so well.
And Daiki delivered the hardest smack yet.
“Ow.” Sage was going to feel this into next week.
Daiki unlooped Sage’s wrists from the ropes and helped him stand. “Come with me.”
Zen snorted. “Only if you time it right.”
Embarrassed but more turned-on than he’d ever been in his entire life, Sage allowed Daiki to drag him to privacy.
The lock clicked on the single bathroom.
“Umpf.” Sage was slammed against the wall. His heart skipped a beat at the unexpected act of aggression.
> “You okay?” Daiki asked as he worked Sage’s zipper down.
God, all the blood had left Sage’s head. They had woken up late and hadn’t had time for their usual morning orgasm, so he’d been hard for hours.
“No.” Sage wasn’t able to stop Daiki’s fingers from opening his pants.
“No?” Daiki’s question turned into a moan.
A kinky image of wearing Daiki became embedded in his brain. Sage unzipped Daiki’s pants and then wrapped his hand around his erection. “I want more.”
“Sage.” Daiki’s gasp only served to turn him on further, making his vision narrow until all he could see was Daiki.
The way Daiki said his name did things to him, inviting him to push the boundaries he’d always set for himself.
“Like that?” Sage spit in his hand to add an extra bit of glide to his twisting stroke.
“So hot. Before…. I never—oh, Sage.”
Sage used his free hand to open Daiki’s pants farther.
Daiki looked down. “Careful. I’m going to come.”
“I know.” Sage kissed him hard on the mouth.
When Daiki’s lips parted, Sage chased Daiki’s tongue with his own, then sucked his lower lip into his mouth. He released it with a nip.
“It’ll be all over you.” Daiki groaned between kisses they couldn’t stop exchanging.
Some of the earliest fantasies Sage had ever had involved being coated, but he couldn’t even entertain the idea with the men he’d been with. Safety first. But with Daiki—
“I want to be covered in you.” Sage grazed his teeth along Daiki’s neck, pulling a tortured moan from him before he kiss-sucked the area as he stroked him faster.
Daiki gripped his shoulder. He exhaled in a hiss as he unloaded warm spurts of cream all over Sage.
What a mind-breaking event. Cum shot all over him as his shaft throbbed with impatience.
He looked down at the mess he’d made. Kisses marked his neck and cum marked his erection.
“Mm, so filthy.” A unique kind of horny power flashed through him, making him thirsty for more. Instead of acting on his desire, Sage stepped back; he needed to zip—
“Where are you going?” Daiki grabbed at his torn shirt.
Sage was turned-on but…. “I’m… they’re right outside.”
“I know.” Daiki gave him a slow, sexy grin. He collected the cum that coated Sage with his fingers and ran it along Sage’s needy shaft.
Swallowing hard, Sage rested an arm over Daiki’s head. He couldn’t take his gaze off the slow, teasing assault on his erection.
“I want you to stand here and know if you’re too loud, your band will hear you.” Daiki’s evil smile called out all the filthiest parts of Sage, parts no one else had ever seen. Pieces of himself he couldn’t even admit existed.
Sage gasped.
“Don’t move,” Daiki warned him.
He couldn’t have shifted positions even if he’d wanted to, but Daiki’s fingers gliding over him made being completely still impossible.
“I’m going to use my cum to jerk you to orgasm, but you better be quiet… or they’ll hear.” If the look in Daiki eyes was enough to ignite Sage’s drumsticks, his hand wrapping around his shaft was enough to ignite Sage all over.
Daiki had taken control.
Sage loved how Daiki’s cum eased the firm tugs, and he seemed to know exactly how to get Sage where he needed to be.
Spinning Sage around, Daiki pushed him into the wall. The sudden change in position charged Sage up even more. Everything in him coiled tight and built to this moment.
“Next time I’m not locking the door, and your band can watch me make you come.”
Sage groaned.
“Maybe I can invite them in to watch me make you come right now.”
The vision Daiki’s words caused—oh God! Sage came… because he couldn’t do anything else.
Daiki tugged him in time with the pulses of pleasure. When he was spent, Daiki’s mouth caught his in the sweetest of kisses. From dirty to sugar in a matter of seconds.
“Here.” Daiki grabbed the wet wipes off the shelf. “I think we should make a list.”
“A list?” Sage’s brains were on the floor with his cum. He could barely figure out how to get the wipes out of the packet.
“Allow me.” Daiki opened the package and handed him one… and then another.
He was a mess. “Thanks.”
“A Want-to-Try-It Sex List… and all the places we want to try them in.” Daiki’s voice was low, and he didn’t quite meet Sage’s gaze, but was he serious?
Sage’s mouth dropped open, and he blinked in an attempt to clear his head. Daiki wanted to make a list of dirty sex things to try! “Am I dreaming?”
Daiki looked at the far wall and straightened himself. “No, I just think we share a similar interest that bears exploring… if you want.”
Did he look stupid? “Oh, I want. I most definitely want.”
Chapter 13
A COUPLE of weeks had flown by since he and Sage began compiling all things they wanted to try. This morning Daiki added oral sex on a train to their Want-to-Try-It Sex List. The possibility of being caught, while mortifying, was also titillating.
Daiki had never believed he’d ever find someone as filthy—eager to find pleasure in unique ways—as his characters, but Sage appeared ready to explore whatever… and wherever.
Their list might take years to accomplish, but that was quite all right with Daiki. The longer the better. Maybe it wasn’t his characters who were needy, but him.
One of his assistants coughed. Right, he had a manga to draw.
Daiki pulled on the ears of his fox hat and growled. Why isn’t this working?
“What?” Akihiro poked his head up from his workstation.
Oops!
The other assistants didn’t stop laboring, but Daiki had their attention. “Something’s not right with Kashi-sei’s story.”
“Want me to take a look?” Akihiro’s cautious tone suggested Daiki might have been a bit possessive about the manga. When a new series was born, he was protective, but not letting anyone see even character sketches, let alone view the hashed-out storyboards, might have been overkill.
Daiki gave him a nod. He got away from his monitor and paced.
Akihiro glared at him. “Sensei?”
Sighing, Daiki backed away. “I’ll be back.”
He went into his room and packed a few more pairs of pants, his favorite jeans, and some more T-shirts. Daiki had been sleeping at the band’s apartment every night. Things couldn’t have been better if he drew it himself.
Last week, Sage stopped him from saying he was staying there to draw Kashi-sei. Sage encouraged him to admit Daiki was there to wake up next to Sage every morning. He tried to laugh it off by saying what man wouldn’t want to wake up next to an orally fixated man.
But Sage denied him the escape by confessing he really liked Daiki… a lot. That admission was better than any round of oral sex he could imagine. Sage made him promise he’d bring a couple of personal items so Daiki could feel more at home in the apartment, since he was living there.
He was living with his boyfriend. The idea of cohabiting with a man had always seemed impossible, but here he was simply doing it. Maybe he should be missing his apartment or his life…. What life?
His location might have shifted, but his art still remained tightly wrapped around him. He did miss talking to Akihiro more often, so he found himself texting him, and they even had a few phone conversations. But there were so many positives to focus on—oral orgasms aside. Cuddling next to Sage and simply listening to him breathe eased Daiki to sleep; eating meals with him, sharing all the bits and pieces of life, and, most of all, having someone understand him more than anyone else, made up for any loss the move caused.
Daiki didn’t know how this would all work out, but he couldn’t stop smiling about it.
After a look around the room, he added a picture of h
is grandfather, one of his parents, who were working overseas, and a smaller canvas.
A knock at the door made him pause. “Yes?”
Akihiro poked his head into the bedroom. “Can we go up to the roof?”
That bad? “Of course. I could use some air.” Daiki braced himself as they rode the elevator to the top floor. Sneaking peeks at Akihiro did nothing to reveal what the man was thinking.
Daiki jogged up the steps and took a deep breath as he stepped outside.
Akihiro didn’t say anything but joined him at the railing and stared at the panoramic view of Tokyo. His apartment building was higher than most, affording a view farther than the next building.
Being up here usually gave him perspective, although right now impending doom loomed on the horizon.
“Tell me. What’s wrong with the manga?” Time to rip off the Band-Aid. Usually characters were fragmented parts of himself mixing in with his wishes and dreams, so at times their intentions were garbled. The characters had always embodied shattered parts of himself he was too scared to be.
However, this manga was a presentation of real people. Guys he liked… and one he was pretty sure he loved. He didn’t want to get it wrong.
“The storyboards are drawn beautifully.” Akihiro was too diplomatic for Daiki’s sanity.
“But?” He shoved his hands into his pockets. Anxiety streamed through him like the world had run out of paper.
Akihiro shrugged. “There is no struggle. The band fell into place and is working well. In the storyboards, there’ve been no arguments or drama in the practice sessions about the music. All the members agree on everything, even when making some pretty major decisions.”
That’s basically how it was. Daiki had counted the band lucky since they had many other challenges to face. But without the tension of an unfulfilled need, a risk with big consequences, or some other conflict, it became a day-in-the-life. “I see.”
“The characters are interesting… fascinating, truly. I want to see, but everything in their world is flawless.”
“Too perfect.” Daiki’s own feelings were bleeding over into the manga. Rookie mistake.
