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Fic for yukitsubute! (part 2)
To: yukitsubute, continued from part 1
Title: The perfect fit
Pairing/Group: Junba, if you squint Sakumiya, Ohno has a guest appearance too
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, spanking, whipping/flogging, orgasm denial, a tiny bit of dirty talk, D/s relationship – nothing hardcore though (!)
Word Count: ~9000
Summary: When Aiba sees Jun for the first time he knows they are made for each other. Jun is new to the scene though and not as experienced, but Aiba doesn’t mind. He is an experienced Dom, patient and ready to adapt to Jun’s pace
(the story is basically just an excuse to write 20 pages of smut ^^)
Notes: Dearyukitsubute, I immediately got drawn to your Junba prompt with Aiba as the dominant part. It’s so rare to read DoS!Aiba, so I thought I could give it a try ^^ I hope you will like this. <3
The guy who co-owns the book shop with Jun has a sleepy face and a bored expression, looking like it’s been raining for three weeks straight. However once he starts talking Aiba immediately realizes there is a lot more to him than meets the eye.
Aiba is here to pick up Jun for a date. And as Jun leaves to fetch some things before he can leave, Ohno turns to look at Aiba. “Be good to him, will you?”
It’s surprisingly straight-forward without any further explanation and introduction, and Aiba nods immediately. “Of course.”
“I can’t say I understand your or Jun’s sexual preferences or lifestyle, but he only talks highly of you, and you seem like a really decent guy. You know, his last boyfriend wasn’t that much of a good person.”
Aiba puts his hand on his heart. “I love him. I only want him to be happy. I promise I’ll do all I can to make him happy.”
Ohno smiles brightly at his words, and nods. With that it seems to be set for him.
When Jun comes back he is dressed in tight trousers and a glittery top, and Aiba is blown away immediately. “You look so good,” he blurts out open-heartedly, biting down on his lips in amusement when Jun blushes. He ignores Jun’s embarrassment though. “How about we go out for dinner and then out to a club?” Aiba suggests, pecking Jun’s lips softly.
Jun nods with a happy smile.
They go to a soba restaurant Jun chose, an almost private one with little niches for everyone to sit sheltered from prying looks. Much to Aiba’s surprise Jun seems to be a lot more nervous than usual, dropping his chopsticks twice until Aiba reaches out his hand and takes them away from Jun for a moment. He rests a soothing hand on his forearm, squeezing it softly. “Jun-kun,” he says with a smile. “Talk to me. Don’t freak out.”
Jun blushes. “It’s just…” he stutters.
Aiba moves his hand from Jun’s arm to Jun’s thigh, glad that he already knows a sensitive spot that will make Jun relax in an instant. And indeed when he gives it a little squeeze, Jun licks over his lips, nodding a bit. “Nino said…” he starts carefully.
Aiba immediately lets out a frustrated sigh. “What did the brat say now?” he asks in slight annoyance.
Jun blinks. “You mean, he wanted to tease me?”
“I highly assume it. What did he say?”
“Some things about what you like, and…” Jun pauses. “But I don’t know that much. And I’m not even sure what… and…” he looks up at Aiba with both interest and nervousness in his eyes. “So, are you going to punish me when I’m being sassy?”
Aiba has to resist the urge to growl in annoyance. He gets what Nino is doing there. He wants to give Jun a push, and it works indeed, but it’s not really Aiba’s style to do anything that way. He and Jun had sex several times, and Aiba enjoys every second of it. It doesn’t matter to him that Jun needs to wrap his mind around his and Aiba’s preferences, that he still shies away from experimenting because he is just uncertain. And Aiba is alright with being patient, because he loves Jun.
“Nino should better worry about his Sho-san,” he points out calmly. “As far as I’m concerned Sho is a pretty firm master, and Nino is more than a little sassy.”
Jun blinks, tilting his head. “And you? What kind of master are you?”
“Do you want to find out?” Aiba asks softly. “Is this why you are asking?”
“It’s just, we've been dating for a while now and we kissed and had sex. And the rough sex feels so good, so I wondered how other things would feel… and I researched… but I don’t know how to approach it… and then Nino says something about you punishing me…”
Aiba smiles slightly. “Do you want me to punish you?” he asks daringly.
Jun blushes, apparently surprised by his own unconscious slip. “But I don’t know, how and what-“
“Hey, Jun,” Aiba says softly. He cups Jun’s cheek, bends over the table and kisses him softly. When he moves back again, he smiles. “Listen, I can go every way we want to go. You want to try harder things, good. You want to be more careful first and find out what you like, great. I’ll happily follow. It’s about to find out what we both like. And for me the most important thing is what you like."
“The dominant partner puts the needs of his sub first,” Jun says quietly. “That’s what Nino said.”
Finally Nino said something useful too.
Aiba bends forward again, kissing Jun once more, and this time Jun kisses him back eagerly. “I don’t want you to ever worry about our relationship,” Aiba says softly. “We can talk about everything, we can try whatever you want. There is nothing to rush into.”
Jun nods, a beautiful smile on his lips.
Aiba chuckles. “So, let’s eat. I know you are a workaholic and probably don’t eat enough.” He winks. “If anything I’ll punish you for that.”
Jun pouts. “You are pretty skinny yourself.”
Aiba grins. “Or maybe… indeed for being sassy?”
This time Jun laughs, the tension slowly subsiding. They eat their soba and even order a second plate with sushi before Jun insists on paying this time. They originally planned on going to a normal club, but when they leave the soba restaurant, Jun grabs Aiba’s arm. “Can’t we go… to a more special club? I want to get to know the scene better.”
Aiba chuckles. “Sure,” he says casually, taking Jun’s hand, glad that it’s night and no one is watching them.
“You are cheesy,” Jun teases.
Aiba grins, placing a sloppy kiss on Jun’s cheek. “Sassy,” he teases back.
Jun chuckles.
~~~
Aiba’s favourite club is not one of the huge ones, but a rather private, small one where he knows almost everyone. Jun seems to be nervous at first, but when Aiba holds his hand, leading him through the groups of people to the bar and introduces him as his boyfriend, he seems to loosen up, smiling happily.
It’s still a fetish club though, so in more hidden corners and separated rooms they can actually find… stuff. Aiba catches Jun’s eyes wandering around curiously. “Want to take a look around?” he offers.
“Alone?” Jun asks almost nervously.
Aiba grins, and wraps his arms around Jun’s waist to pull him closer. “Like I would let you wander around alone here. In the middle of a hoard of wild hyenas.”
Jun smiles. “Jealous?”
“Not in general,” Aiba explains honestly. “But it doesn’t mean I enjoy people gaping at you or groping you.”
“I don’t want to be groped,” Jun agrees. “Don’t mind the staring.”
Aiba chuckles. “Are we a little vain?”
“A little,” Jun admits with a smirk, and it makes Aiba laugh softly. He likes it when Jun shows his confident honesty sometimes. “But you aren’t jealous, you said.”
“Well, it depends on how much you flirt,” Aiba teases. “Why? Are you jealous?”
“A bit.”
Ah, interesting. So, Jun basically hinted that he is rather possessive? Well, it’s not like Aiba likes to share either, so there is no need for Jun to feel worried. He takes Jun’s hand. “Come,” he chuckles. “You seem so curious about this, I’m showing you around.”
Jun holds to his hand like he is actually his lifesaver, and Aiba very much enjoys that feeling. He leads Jun to the several separated areas where people can just have a little bit of fun. There is a flogging cross somewhere which basically makes Jun freeze. There is even a scene going on, and Aiba can feel Jun’s fingers around his hand tightening. “You don’t like that?” Aiba asks softly.
Jun tilts his head, apparently unsure what to say, but Aiba takes a wild guess. “Or do you feel uncomfortable to watch? Or that others watch?”
“Maybe,” Jun admits quietly.
“Do you like to watch?” Aiba asks, carefully approaching the subject.
“I think it’s interesting once in a while,” Jun admits.
“And do you want others to watch you?”
Jun shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” he says, like he thinks he is disappointing Aiba by saying that. “I just can’t.”
“That’s good,” Aiba smiles and kisses Jun softly. “Because I like to keep things private too.” He brushes through Jun’s hair carefully, by now well aware Jun hates it if someone messes with his perfect hairstyle. “I will never make you do something you don’t want to do.”
Jun seems to relax. “What about if you are punishing me?”
Aiba tilts his head. “Also then I’ll never cross a certain line.” Jun seems to be relieved and content with his answers, making Aiba smile. “Want to look at a private room?”
“They have that too?” Jun asks in surprise.
“Yes, for couples, or also groups, who want to keep things private,” Aiba explains. It doesn’t skip his attention that Jun’s eyes gleam slightly with interest, also his voice sounds hoarser than before. “Do you want to check one of the rooms out?”
Jun nods curiously. “Yes, I think I would like to see it.”
Aiba’s heart skips a beat in excitement, just because Jun is ready to take a closer look at these things. He wants it himself. Aiba gets one of the keys of the private room, reserved only for the regular customers. He leads Jun to one he knows is looking luxurious and pretty.
“Ah,” Jun utters in surprise when he walks into the room and takes in the huge Persian carpet on the ground, the red velvet cushion covers on the sofa and the bed in the middle. On the left side there is an x-shaped cross, but with a bench right in front of it for whoever is about to use it to lie down there and be tied against the bench. There are additional ties to it – for optional use. Aiba lets Jun take it all in in awe. He touches the ties and bench now. “So, you can lie down on this?” he asks curiously. “On your back or stomach?”
“Both are possible,” Aiba says with a smile.
“And the ties?”
“It depends. You can use them to tie your legs to the bench and spread them like that. Or to hold you in place. If you lie on your back we can tie your legs to the mounting above, or they can even be tied behind your head.” Aiba tilts his head, smiling brightly. “You can have a lot of fun with it actually.”
Jun nods in awe, his fingers angling for a few items that are neatly placed in a cupboard. There are a few whips, some thicker than the others. “Don’t they hurt a lot?” Jun wants to know.
Aiba approaches him, eyeing the items he is holding in his hands. “Yeah, they do. You need to be pretty experienced as a top for these or you might do some real damage.”
“You think I could take something like this?”
Aiba nuzzles his nose into Jun’s hair and kisses his neck. He has by now understood that Jun probably gets both underestimated and overestimated. People probably underestimate his shyness sometimes, because he is shier and more sensitive than he lets show. And people overestimate his mental strength. He knows it’s difficult in this scene, because Jun probably can take a real whipping, simply because he is strong, but just because he can take it, doesn’t mean he wants to.
“Why don’t you take a look at this instead?” Aiba offers and shows Jun one of the smaller whips for flogging. It’s not a real flogger, rather looks like a horse whip but with a broader end. The top part, the handle, is made of black leather, whereas the bottom part that’s supposed to actually hit and mark is in a beautiful dark violet. Jun’s eyes widen. “This one is beautiful,” he exclaims in surprise.
Aiba laughs. “It’s a pretty accessory, huh?”
Jun grins. “Just that normal accessories don’t hurt.”
“Say,” Aiba teases after a while. “Previously you mentioned you don’t like to be groped.”
Jun nods.
“What if I grope you?” Aiba asks daringly.
Jun blushes in an unexpected yet very adorable way. He regathers his composure fast though and steps closer to Aiba. “If it’s you, I won’t mind,” he says.
Aiba takes the invitation immediately, pulling Jun closer into his arms, surging forward to kiss him, while his hands move down Jun’s spine, his grip tight so that he won’t tickle Jun but actually feel his body. A shiver goes through Jun’s body while he does so, and Aiba lets his hands move down to Jun’s butt, groping both his butt cheeks teasingly.
He can feel a shudder going through Jun’s body, and goosebumps appearing on his arms. Aiba’s elbow suddenly meets the whip Jun is still holding in his hands. He smirks against Jun’s lips. “You really love this one,” Aiba grins. “Do you want to try it?”
It was meant as a joke but Jun instantly blushes. He looks almost flustered. “But… I mean… what if other people… Here?”
Aiba didn’t expect him to actually want and try it, he just wanted to tease him a bit, because he is cute when teased. In fact Aiba didn’t even have any games in mind for tonight. He wanted to show Jun everything, make him accustomed with the many different options of the club, check what he might be interested in, and also let Jun find something he would like. That Jun would find something interesting so fast, surprises Aiba, but he himself is experienced enough to go with the mood.
“It’s just about what you want, Jun-kun,” he says warmly. The last thing he wants to do is put pressure on Jun, or talk him into something. “We can go back to the others and have a drink. We can leave this place. Or we can stay here.”
“Really?” Jun asks thoughtfully.
“Of course.”
“You don’t want to give it a try?”
Jun’s question makes Aiba laugh lightly. “Of course I want to, because seriously, I want you so much. Always.” Aiba slides his hands around Jun’s waist, pulling him closer. “After all I’ve wanted you from the first moment on I saw you.”
Jun’s eyes widen. “Are you serious?”
“Of course. I saw you, and knew I wanted to have you in my life.”
“And now?” Jun asks curiously.
“Now I want you in my life, forever if possible.” Aiba points out honestly, noting with happiness how Jun’s cheeks turn light pink, and he nods.
“I want to try it, but I’m scared it will hurt.”
Aiba tilts his head. “It will hurt,” he explains patiently. “But at the same time it will feel good.”
Jun takes a deep breath, handing Aiba the whip. “I want to give it a try. But please, lock the room.”
Aiba nods, immediately complying with Jun’s wish and locking the door before coming back to Jun. “Hey Jun,” he says, giving his voice more of an edge now. Jun has no time to react properly when Aiba grabs his neck and pulls him down into an almost rough kiss. Aiba sets the pace immediately, not giving Jun any time to take over control. When he lets his hand slide down Jun’s crotch, brushing his cock through his trousers teasingly, while his other hand grabs Jun by his wrists and pins them above his head against the wall, he can feel Jun giving in to him. He pants heavily, eyes clouded with want and anticipation.
Aiba moves back a bit, fingers unbuttoning Jun’s shirt and trousers, and pushing the latter down a bit, revealing both Jun’s chest and cock, before he goes back to sucking his neck. “Masaki-,” Jun’s breath hitches when Aiba twists Jun’s right nipple between his fingers, squeezing them. He likes how sensitive Jun’s nipples are and how he squirms with every touch.
Aiba tries to feel as much of Jun’s skin as possible, while his hand moves downwards now, stroking Jun’s semi-hard cock to full hardness now. He gives Jun’s earlobe a tentative bite, before moving back with a smirk. “Undress,” he orders.
Jun immediately takes off his clothes, like he waited for Aiba’s order, almost undressing in seconds thanks to the buttons already being open.
Aiba takes in Jun’s form, noting how Jun blushes a bit. “You are beautiful,” Aiba says earnestly. “Jun-kun, you are so beautiful.” He grabs Jun’s face, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “Jun,” he says softly. “Your safe word. Remember. What was it?” he prompts him, well aware what Jun’s save word is, but he needs him to say it out loud before they do anything.
“Coriander,” Jun answers immediately.
Aiba nods contently. “Okay,” he steps back a bit, taking Jun’s hand to lead him to the bench right under the cross. “Lie down on your stomach.”
Jun does so, his legs shaking a bit when he climbs on the bench, hips resting on a pillow that makes his butt stick out a bit. Aiba immediately places a kiss on his shoulder blades, letting his hands wander over Jun’s back and massaging it slightly. The tension in Jun’s muscles doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “Are you working more than you should, Jun-kun?” Aiba asks immediately. Jun blinks, like he isn’t sure what to answer, but Aiba gets it nevertheless. “We talked about this, didn’t we?” When Jun nods meekly, Aiba raises his eyebrows. “Guess we’ll need to talk about it again. Later,” Aiba says calmly, noticing how a shiver goes through Jun’s body, and he nods.
He doesn’t tie Jun’s feet to the bench, wanting him to have room to move a bit. Jun still hasn’t tried many things, and he doesn’t want to scare him away by using too many restraints on him. His hands however he carefully ties to the front side of the cross. If Jun moves too much, it might hurt him just enough to stop squirming around.
Jun’s finger clench around his restraints, his breath shaky, and Aiba places a soft kiss on his neck. “You are so wonderful, Jun, so wonderful for me,” he says, all the while kissing down Jun’s spine, realising with relief how Jun relaxes a bit.
Then he climbs on top of the bench himself, straddling Jun’s hips and sitting down at his lower back first. His hands continue to massage Jun skilfully, bending forward to let his tongue wander over his upper body, leaving a wet trail from Jun’s neck down to Jun’s butt. He has prepared a bottle with lube, opening it now with one hand while the other kneads Jun’s butt cheeks.
He slaps Jun’s right butt cheek firmly, noticing in amusement how Jun jumps at the contact. “Did you ever get spanked,” Aiba asks while hitting the same spot again.
Jun shakes his head.
“I want you to answer my questions,” Aiba reminds him. “Not just move your head.”
He can see how Jun licks over his lips. “No,” he finally says.
“Well then,” Aiba smirks. “Guess there is a first time for everything.” He spanks the same spot again, making Jun hiss slightly. “How does it feel?” he wants to know.
“It stings a bit,” Jun answers, breath shaky, and Aiba slaps the same butt cheek again, this time with a lot more strength. Jun jumps at the impact. “More than a bit,” he stutters.
“Well, for today we have other plans,” Aiba chuckles, pouring a generous amount of lube on his fingers and spreading Jun’s butt cheeks skilfully. “But…” he bends forward blowing air against Jun’s earlobe. “I still owe you a punishment for overworking yourself. Don’t I?”
“Yes,” Jun answers shakily.
“I won’t forget it.” Aiba smiles, circling Jun’s hole for a while, teasing him while his arm brushes over the tip of Jun’s dick like it’s actually a coincidence. Jun squirms dangerously to get more friction, and Aiba spanks him again.
“Good boy,” Aiba says soothingly when Jun goes still.
He pushes one finger inside of Jun, swiftly working a second finger inside too. He doesn’t go for a slow pace, wanting Jun to actually feel it, but not really be hurt. Jun squirms and moans, his body wavering when Aiba finds his prostate and pushing his fingers against it.
“Masaki-kun,” Jun moans.
“Not yet,” Aiba says calmly, pulling his fingers out again and instead grabbing the whip that he placed right next to Jun on the bench. Jun lets out a whine at the sudden loss of friction inside him, but before he can complain Aiba brushes with the whip over his back, straddling his upper legs to keep Jun from squirming around too much. He can almost see how Jun’s breath goes faster, and Aiba raises his arm and lets the whip cut through the air and land on top of Jun’s back with a noise that sends tingles through Aiba’s stomach. Jun yelps in surprise, his body twitching upwards.
“Sh,” Aiba chuckles, placing a kiss on Jun’s back right in the middle of the spot the whip left. The skin feels warm and is slightly red. “Does it hurt much?” he asks, mainly to make Jun voice what he feels with words.
“It’s just…” Jun’s breath hitches when Aiba licks over the spot again. “Unusual.”
“Let’s get you used to it then,” Aiba teases, hitting Jun’s back again. Jun doesn’t cry this time, but he winces at the sudden impact. Aiba gives him time to adapt to the feeling and the sound of the whip, only smacking him lightly, sometimes letting the tip of the whip brush over Jun’s skin slightly. When he feels that Jun gets used to it, he picks his game up though. The next smack lands on Jun’s left butt cheek, with enough strength to leave an angry red spot, and Jun yelps in surprise, his legs twitching beneath Aiba. Aiba smacks the same spot again, then goes to Jun’s right butt cheek, to the top of his thighs, to his butt again.
“Masaki,” Jun whines, and his breath is shaky. Aiba decides to give him a little break. “You are doing so well, babe,” he says softly, his fingers brushing over the cleft of Jun’s ass again, before he circles his hole and starts pushing his fingers inside him again.
Jun gasps. “God, Masaki, what are you doing to me?”
“You like it?” Aiba smirks, well aware that Jun can’t answer like that. It’s not that simple. He knows it. His palm smacks Jun’s butt while he is fingering him, before Jun can approach his orgasm though, he stops, picking up the whip again.
“Masaki,” Jun mumbles into his upper arm. “Please. I want to…”
“I know,” Aiba says casually, moving the whip over Jun’s back. “But you can bear it for a while longer, can you?”
“Yes,” Jun whispers, his breath faster than usual. He is riled up enough now, his skin sensitive and his mind clouded by lust, so that Aiba knows he can spank and flog him for a while longer. He focuses on Jun’s upper back first, only applying light smacks there to not do any real damage, but he picks up his pace and strength when he reaches Jun’s ass, delivering the blows in differing successions until Jun’s upper thighs and his butt are coloured in a shiny red. Jun sobs into his pillow, his breath hitching, while Aiba showers him with words of encouragement and ‘Jun, you are so perfect, you are taking it so well’.
He drops the whip again, fingers going back to Jun’s hole once more. This time when he starts fingering him, Jun’s body is already so sensitive that Jun squirms and moans from the beginning of Aiba’s ministrations. Aiba holds Jun firmly in place so that he won’t rub against the pillow beneath his hips, making Jun whine. “Please Masaki. Let me come. I want to come!”
Aiba spanks Jun’s butt with an angry swat. “I’m telling you when you are allowed to come,” he scolds.
“Yes,” Jun whispers, nothing of his normally so stoic behaviour left. It makes Aiba’s heart warm with love that Jun lets Aiba see him so vulnerable. He continues fingering Jun, adding a third finger now, while he delivers a few light blows with the whip against his butt. With deft fingers he opens his own trousers, letting his own hard erection out. He grabs Jun’s butt cheeks to spread them further, while he carefully pushes inside him. Jun moans at that, obviously surprised, but by the way he begs and squirms, it’s obvious just how badly he wants it. “Fuck me, Masaki,” he huffs. And Aiba spanks his butt again. “Patience,” he reprimands him.
Jun nods in a half daze, and Aiba decides he has teased him long enough for today. He bends forward and kisses his shoulder blades, while fucking him relentlessly. Before he can come though, he slips his hand under Jun’s hips, finally stroking his dick and giving him the release he has been waiting for so long. “You have been so good, Jun,” he moans. “So good, come for me.”
It only takes him a few strokes before Jun’s body tenses and twitches, an incoherent mess of words leaving his mouth while he comes over Aiba’s hand. Aiba snaps his hips forward a few more times, coming only shortly after Jun.
~~~
“Are your wrists hurt?” Aiba has freed Jun from his restraints, inspecting his hands closely. “You tugged at them, didn’t you?”
Jun shakes his head. “It’s okay,” he mumbles.
Aiba rubs over his hands. They feel a bit cold. Once he feels Jun’s hands getting warmer he leads him to the small, attached bathroom and swiftly cleans him up – the rest they need to do at home – before forcing him to sit down on the sofa. “Stay here,” he says softly, handing Jun a bottle with coke from the little fridge. “I’ll clean up.”
He plants a few butterfly kisses on Jun’s face before hurrying to clean up the mess they left. After every use of a private room, there will be a proper cleaning by the club, but still Aiba feels the responsibility to clean up and disinfect the necessary.
When Aiba is finished he wraps his arms around Jun from behind, happy to see he has drunk half of the coke. “Do you want to have a cocktail or anything here? Or dance in the club?” Jun looks at him in horror, and Aiba chuckles. “Just kidding. Let’s go home, babe.”
Jun smiles in relief. “Yes, I’d prefer that. We can drink and dance another time.”
“Definitely,” Aiba smiles. “Are you alright?”
“Depends. Do I have to sit down in a taxi?” Aiba laughs, and Jun pouts almost angrily, making Aiba grab his face between his hands and kiss him softly.
“I’m going to make the soreness less once we are at home, I promise.”
Jun nods, taking Aiba’s hands into his.
The way home takes longer than anticipated, but Aiba hugs Jun to his chest during the taxi drive, talking to him, not wanting him to doze off now, while he is still in the taxi and not home. Eventually they arrive though, and Aiba pays the taxi driver swiftly before leading Jun upstairs to his apartment.
They settle for their routine immediately. Jun agrees to take a bath to soften his muscles even without arguing with Aiba beforehand. And Aiba massages Jun’s tensed muscles, frowning a bit while he does so. “Too tight, Jun,” he points out once more. “I told you to be more careful with your health.”
Jun nods meekly. “You did.” He blushes. “I’m sorry.”
“Hm,” Aiba hums. “You will be sorry, believe me.”
A shiver goes through Jun’s body, making Aiba smile a bit. They are definitely not going to do anything today though. Once refreshed, clean and in his bed Aiba makes Jun lie down on his stomach before applying a generous amount of cream on his back, thighs and butt. Gladly, no marks are going to remain/be seen on his back, but there might be a few on his butt and thighs.
Once he is finished he heads to the kitchen to take a bottle with juice along and chocolate, before sitting down next to Jun again. The latter looks tired, but Aiba makes him drink and eat a bit nevertheless before he cuddles him.
“This was good, Masaki-kun,” Jun says all of a sudden.
“So, you liked it?” Aiba asks, planting a kiss on Jun’s forehead.
Jun nods. “I think there are more things I want to try,” he admits.
Aiba smiles. “Whatever you want, Jun. I’m just not doing anything that requires a handstand or hanging from the ceiling.”
Jun laughs. “Didn’t know this was an option,” he joins Aiba’s joking. “I would rather do the hanging from the ceiling than something with food.”
“I’m not allowed to drink sake out of your navel?” Aiba fakes sad surprise.
Jun grimaces, and they both laugh.
“Masaki-kun?” Jun asks after a while.
“Hm?”
Jun blushes slightly. “It might come a bit late as an answer… but I love you.”
Aiba’s heart makes the biggest, happiest jump ever. “I love you too.”
Jun grins. “We are the cheesiest pair ever,” he states, making Aiba chuckle. Maybe they are cheesy, he thinks, but does it matter? They fit just perfectly.
yukitsubute, continued from part 1Title: The perfect fit
Pairing/Group: Junba, if you squint Sakumiya, Ohno has a guest appearance too
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, spanking, whipping/flogging, orgasm denial, a tiny bit of dirty talk, D/s relationship – nothing hardcore though (!)
Word Count: ~9000
Summary: When Aiba sees Jun for the first time he knows they are made for each other. Jun is new to the scene though and not as experienced, but Aiba doesn’t mind. He is an experienced Dom, patient and ready to adapt to Jun’s pace
(the story is basically just an excuse to write 20 pages of smut ^^)
Notes: Dear
yukitsubute, I immediately got drawn to your Junba prompt with Aiba as the dominant part. It’s so rare to read DoS!Aiba, so I thought I could give it a try ^^ I hope you will like this. <3The guy who co-owns the book shop with Jun has a sleepy face and a bored expression, looking like it’s been raining for three weeks straight. However once he starts talking Aiba immediately realizes there is a lot more to him than meets the eye.
Aiba is here to pick up Jun for a date. And as Jun leaves to fetch some things before he can leave, Ohno turns to look at Aiba. “Be good to him, will you?”
It’s surprisingly straight-forward without any further explanation and introduction, and Aiba nods immediately. “Of course.”
“I can’t say I understand your or Jun’s sexual preferences or lifestyle, but he only talks highly of you, and you seem like a really decent guy. You know, his last boyfriend wasn’t that much of a good person.”
Aiba puts his hand on his heart. “I love him. I only want him to be happy. I promise I’ll do all I can to make him happy.”
Ohno smiles brightly at his words, and nods. With that it seems to be set for him.
When Jun comes back he is dressed in tight trousers and a glittery top, and Aiba is blown away immediately. “You look so good,” he blurts out open-heartedly, biting down on his lips in amusement when Jun blushes. He ignores Jun’s embarrassment though. “How about we go out for dinner and then out to a club?” Aiba suggests, pecking Jun’s lips softly.
Jun nods with a happy smile.
They go to a soba restaurant Jun chose, an almost private one with little niches for everyone to sit sheltered from prying looks. Much to Aiba’s surprise Jun seems to be a lot more nervous than usual, dropping his chopsticks twice until Aiba reaches out his hand and takes them away from Jun for a moment. He rests a soothing hand on his forearm, squeezing it softly. “Jun-kun,” he says with a smile. “Talk to me. Don’t freak out.”
Jun blushes. “It’s just…” he stutters.
Aiba moves his hand from Jun’s arm to Jun’s thigh, glad that he already knows a sensitive spot that will make Jun relax in an instant. And indeed when he gives it a little squeeze, Jun licks over his lips, nodding a bit. “Nino said…” he starts carefully.
Aiba immediately lets out a frustrated sigh. “What did the brat say now?” he asks in slight annoyance.
Jun blinks. “You mean, he wanted to tease me?”
“I highly assume it. What did he say?”
“Some things about what you like, and…” Jun pauses. “But I don’t know that much. And I’m not even sure what… and…” he looks up at Aiba with both interest and nervousness in his eyes. “So, are you going to punish me when I’m being sassy?”
Aiba has to resist the urge to growl in annoyance. He gets what Nino is doing there. He wants to give Jun a push, and it works indeed, but it’s not really Aiba’s style to do anything that way. He and Jun had sex several times, and Aiba enjoys every second of it. It doesn’t matter to him that Jun needs to wrap his mind around his and Aiba’s preferences, that he still shies away from experimenting because he is just uncertain. And Aiba is alright with being patient, because he loves Jun.
“Nino should better worry about his Sho-san,” he points out calmly. “As far as I’m concerned Sho is a pretty firm master, and Nino is more than a little sassy.”
Jun blinks, tilting his head. “And you? What kind of master are you?”
“Do you want to find out?” Aiba asks softly. “Is this why you are asking?”
“It’s just, we've been dating for a while now and we kissed and had sex. And the rough sex feels so good, so I wondered how other things would feel… and I researched… but I don’t know how to approach it… and then Nino says something about you punishing me…”
Aiba smiles slightly. “Do you want me to punish you?” he asks daringly.
Jun blushes, apparently surprised by his own unconscious slip. “But I don’t know, how and what-“
“Hey, Jun,” Aiba says softly. He cups Jun’s cheek, bends over the table and kisses him softly. When he moves back again, he smiles. “Listen, I can go every way we want to go. You want to try harder things, good. You want to be more careful first and find out what you like, great. I’ll happily follow. It’s about to find out what we both like. And for me the most important thing is what you like."
“The dominant partner puts the needs of his sub first,” Jun says quietly. “That’s what Nino said.”
Finally Nino said something useful too.
Aiba bends forward again, kissing Jun once more, and this time Jun kisses him back eagerly. “I don’t want you to ever worry about our relationship,” Aiba says softly. “We can talk about everything, we can try whatever you want. There is nothing to rush into.”
Jun nods, a beautiful smile on his lips.
Aiba chuckles. “So, let’s eat. I know you are a workaholic and probably don’t eat enough.” He winks. “If anything I’ll punish you for that.”
Jun pouts. “You are pretty skinny yourself.”
Aiba grins. “Or maybe… indeed for being sassy?”
This time Jun laughs, the tension slowly subsiding. They eat their soba and even order a second plate with sushi before Jun insists on paying this time. They originally planned on going to a normal club, but when they leave the soba restaurant, Jun grabs Aiba’s arm. “Can’t we go… to a more special club? I want to get to know the scene better.”
Aiba chuckles. “Sure,” he says casually, taking Jun’s hand, glad that it’s night and no one is watching them.
“You are cheesy,” Jun teases.
Aiba grins, placing a sloppy kiss on Jun’s cheek. “Sassy,” he teases back.
Jun chuckles.
~~~
Aiba’s favourite club is not one of the huge ones, but a rather private, small one where he knows almost everyone. Jun seems to be nervous at first, but when Aiba holds his hand, leading him through the groups of people to the bar and introduces him as his boyfriend, he seems to loosen up, smiling happily.
It’s still a fetish club though, so in more hidden corners and separated rooms they can actually find… stuff. Aiba catches Jun’s eyes wandering around curiously. “Want to take a look around?” he offers.
“Alone?” Jun asks almost nervously.
Aiba grins, and wraps his arms around Jun’s waist to pull him closer. “Like I would let you wander around alone here. In the middle of a hoard of wild hyenas.”
Jun smiles. “Jealous?”
“Not in general,” Aiba explains honestly. “But it doesn’t mean I enjoy people gaping at you or groping you.”
“I don’t want to be groped,” Jun agrees. “Don’t mind the staring.”
Aiba chuckles. “Are we a little vain?”
“A little,” Jun admits with a smirk, and it makes Aiba laugh softly. He likes it when Jun shows his confident honesty sometimes. “But you aren’t jealous, you said.”
“Well, it depends on how much you flirt,” Aiba teases. “Why? Are you jealous?”
“A bit.”
Ah, interesting. So, Jun basically hinted that he is rather possessive? Well, it’s not like Aiba likes to share either, so there is no need for Jun to feel worried. He takes Jun’s hand. “Come,” he chuckles. “You seem so curious about this, I’m showing you around.”
Jun holds to his hand like he is actually his lifesaver, and Aiba very much enjoys that feeling. He leads Jun to the several separated areas where people can just have a little bit of fun. There is a flogging cross somewhere which basically makes Jun freeze. There is even a scene going on, and Aiba can feel Jun’s fingers around his hand tightening. “You don’t like that?” Aiba asks softly.
Jun tilts his head, apparently unsure what to say, but Aiba takes a wild guess. “Or do you feel uncomfortable to watch? Or that others watch?”
“Maybe,” Jun admits quietly.
“Do you like to watch?” Aiba asks, carefully approaching the subject.
“I think it’s interesting once in a while,” Jun admits.
“And do you want others to watch you?”
Jun shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” he says, like he thinks he is disappointing Aiba by saying that. “I just can’t.”
“That’s good,” Aiba smiles and kisses Jun softly. “Because I like to keep things private too.” He brushes through Jun’s hair carefully, by now well aware Jun hates it if someone messes with his perfect hairstyle. “I will never make you do something you don’t want to do.”
Jun seems to relax. “What about if you are punishing me?”
Aiba tilts his head. “Also then I’ll never cross a certain line.” Jun seems to be relieved and content with his answers, making Aiba smile. “Want to look at a private room?”
“They have that too?” Jun asks in surprise.
“Yes, for couples, or also groups, who want to keep things private,” Aiba explains. It doesn’t skip his attention that Jun’s eyes gleam slightly with interest, also his voice sounds hoarser than before. “Do you want to check one of the rooms out?”
Jun nods curiously. “Yes, I think I would like to see it.”
Aiba’s heart skips a beat in excitement, just because Jun is ready to take a closer look at these things. He wants it himself. Aiba gets one of the keys of the private room, reserved only for the regular customers. He leads Jun to one he knows is looking luxurious and pretty.
“Ah,” Jun utters in surprise when he walks into the room and takes in the huge Persian carpet on the ground, the red velvet cushion covers on the sofa and the bed in the middle. On the left side there is an x-shaped cross, but with a bench right in front of it for whoever is about to use it to lie down there and be tied against the bench. There are additional ties to it – for optional use. Aiba lets Jun take it all in in awe. He touches the ties and bench now. “So, you can lie down on this?” he asks curiously. “On your back or stomach?”
“Both are possible,” Aiba says with a smile.
“And the ties?”
“It depends. You can use them to tie your legs to the bench and spread them like that. Or to hold you in place. If you lie on your back we can tie your legs to the mounting above, or they can even be tied behind your head.” Aiba tilts his head, smiling brightly. “You can have a lot of fun with it actually.”
Jun nods in awe, his fingers angling for a few items that are neatly placed in a cupboard. There are a few whips, some thicker than the others. “Don’t they hurt a lot?” Jun wants to know.
Aiba approaches him, eyeing the items he is holding in his hands. “Yeah, they do. You need to be pretty experienced as a top for these or you might do some real damage.”
“You think I could take something like this?”
Aiba nuzzles his nose into Jun’s hair and kisses his neck. He has by now understood that Jun probably gets both underestimated and overestimated. People probably underestimate his shyness sometimes, because he is shier and more sensitive than he lets show. And people overestimate his mental strength. He knows it’s difficult in this scene, because Jun probably can take a real whipping, simply because he is strong, but just because he can take it, doesn’t mean he wants to.
“Why don’t you take a look at this instead?” Aiba offers and shows Jun one of the smaller whips for flogging. It’s not a real flogger, rather looks like a horse whip but with a broader end. The top part, the handle, is made of black leather, whereas the bottom part that’s supposed to actually hit and mark is in a beautiful dark violet. Jun’s eyes widen. “This one is beautiful,” he exclaims in surprise.
Aiba laughs. “It’s a pretty accessory, huh?”
Jun grins. “Just that normal accessories don’t hurt.”
“Say,” Aiba teases after a while. “Previously you mentioned you don’t like to be groped.”
Jun nods.
“What if I grope you?” Aiba asks daringly.
Jun blushes in an unexpected yet very adorable way. He regathers his composure fast though and steps closer to Aiba. “If it’s you, I won’t mind,” he says.
Aiba takes the invitation immediately, pulling Jun closer into his arms, surging forward to kiss him, while his hands move down Jun’s spine, his grip tight so that he won’t tickle Jun but actually feel his body. A shiver goes through Jun’s body while he does so, and Aiba lets his hands move down to Jun’s butt, groping both his butt cheeks teasingly.
He can feel a shudder going through Jun’s body, and goosebumps appearing on his arms. Aiba’s elbow suddenly meets the whip Jun is still holding in his hands. He smirks against Jun’s lips. “You really love this one,” Aiba grins. “Do you want to try it?”
It was meant as a joke but Jun instantly blushes. He looks almost flustered. “But… I mean… what if other people… Here?”
Aiba didn’t expect him to actually want and try it, he just wanted to tease him a bit, because he is cute when teased. In fact Aiba didn’t even have any games in mind for tonight. He wanted to show Jun everything, make him accustomed with the many different options of the club, check what he might be interested in, and also let Jun find something he would like. That Jun would find something interesting so fast, surprises Aiba, but he himself is experienced enough to go with the mood.
“It’s just about what you want, Jun-kun,” he says warmly. The last thing he wants to do is put pressure on Jun, or talk him into something. “We can go back to the others and have a drink. We can leave this place. Or we can stay here.”
“Really?” Jun asks thoughtfully.
“Of course.”
“You don’t want to give it a try?”
Jun’s question makes Aiba laugh lightly. “Of course I want to, because seriously, I want you so much. Always.” Aiba slides his hands around Jun’s waist, pulling him closer. “After all I’ve wanted you from the first moment on I saw you.”
Jun’s eyes widen. “Are you serious?”
“Of course. I saw you, and knew I wanted to have you in my life.”
“And now?” Jun asks curiously.
“Now I want you in my life, forever if possible.” Aiba points out honestly, noting with happiness how Jun’s cheeks turn light pink, and he nods.
“I want to try it, but I’m scared it will hurt.”
Aiba tilts his head. “It will hurt,” he explains patiently. “But at the same time it will feel good.”
Jun takes a deep breath, handing Aiba the whip. “I want to give it a try. But please, lock the room.”
Aiba nods, immediately complying with Jun’s wish and locking the door before coming back to Jun. “Hey Jun,” he says, giving his voice more of an edge now. Jun has no time to react properly when Aiba grabs his neck and pulls him down into an almost rough kiss. Aiba sets the pace immediately, not giving Jun any time to take over control. When he lets his hand slide down Jun’s crotch, brushing his cock through his trousers teasingly, while his other hand grabs Jun by his wrists and pins them above his head against the wall, he can feel Jun giving in to him. He pants heavily, eyes clouded with want and anticipation.
Aiba moves back a bit, fingers unbuttoning Jun’s shirt and trousers, and pushing the latter down a bit, revealing both Jun’s chest and cock, before he goes back to sucking his neck. “Masaki-,” Jun’s breath hitches when Aiba twists Jun’s right nipple between his fingers, squeezing them. He likes how sensitive Jun’s nipples are and how he squirms with every touch.
Aiba tries to feel as much of Jun’s skin as possible, while his hand moves downwards now, stroking Jun’s semi-hard cock to full hardness now. He gives Jun’s earlobe a tentative bite, before moving back with a smirk. “Undress,” he orders.
Jun immediately takes off his clothes, like he waited for Aiba’s order, almost undressing in seconds thanks to the buttons already being open.
Aiba takes in Jun’s form, noting how Jun blushes a bit. “You are beautiful,” Aiba says earnestly. “Jun-kun, you are so beautiful.” He grabs Jun’s face, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “Jun,” he says softly. “Your safe word. Remember. What was it?” he prompts him, well aware what Jun’s save word is, but he needs him to say it out loud before they do anything.
“Coriander,” Jun answers immediately.
Aiba nods contently. “Okay,” he steps back a bit, taking Jun’s hand to lead him to the bench right under the cross. “Lie down on your stomach.”
Jun does so, his legs shaking a bit when he climbs on the bench, hips resting on a pillow that makes his butt stick out a bit. Aiba immediately places a kiss on his shoulder blades, letting his hands wander over Jun’s back and massaging it slightly. The tension in Jun’s muscles doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “Are you working more than you should, Jun-kun?” Aiba asks immediately. Jun blinks, like he isn’t sure what to answer, but Aiba gets it nevertheless. “We talked about this, didn’t we?” When Jun nods meekly, Aiba raises his eyebrows. “Guess we’ll need to talk about it again. Later,” Aiba says calmly, noticing how a shiver goes through Jun’s body, and he nods.
He doesn’t tie Jun’s feet to the bench, wanting him to have room to move a bit. Jun still hasn’t tried many things, and he doesn’t want to scare him away by using too many restraints on him. His hands however he carefully ties to the front side of the cross. If Jun moves too much, it might hurt him just enough to stop squirming around.
Jun’s finger clench around his restraints, his breath shaky, and Aiba places a soft kiss on his neck. “You are so wonderful, Jun, so wonderful for me,” he says, all the while kissing down Jun’s spine, realising with relief how Jun relaxes a bit.
Then he climbs on top of the bench himself, straddling Jun’s hips and sitting down at his lower back first. His hands continue to massage Jun skilfully, bending forward to let his tongue wander over his upper body, leaving a wet trail from Jun’s neck down to Jun’s butt. He has prepared a bottle with lube, opening it now with one hand while the other kneads Jun’s butt cheeks.
He slaps Jun’s right butt cheek firmly, noticing in amusement how Jun jumps at the contact. “Did you ever get spanked,” Aiba asks while hitting the same spot again.
Jun shakes his head.
“I want you to answer my questions,” Aiba reminds him. “Not just move your head.”
He can see how Jun licks over his lips. “No,” he finally says.
“Well then,” Aiba smirks. “Guess there is a first time for everything.” He spanks the same spot again, making Jun hiss slightly. “How does it feel?” he wants to know.
“It stings a bit,” Jun answers, breath shaky, and Aiba slaps the same butt cheek again, this time with a lot more strength. Jun jumps at the impact. “More than a bit,” he stutters.
“Well, for today we have other plans,” Aiba chuckles, pouring a generous amount of lube on his fingers and spreading Jun’s butt cheeks skilfully. “But…” he bends forward blowing air against Jun’s earlobe. “I still owe you a punishment for overworking yourself. Don’t I?”
“Yes,” Jun answers shakily.
“I won’t forget it.” Aiba smiles, circling Jun’s hole for a while, teasing him while his arm brushes over the tip of Jun’s dick like it’s actually a coincidence. Jun squirms dangerously to get more friction, and Aiba spanks him again.
“Good boy,” Aiba says soothingly when Jun goes still.
He pushes one finger inside of Jun, swiftly working a second finger inside too. He doesn’t go for a slow pace, wanting Jun to actually feel it, but not really be hurt. Jun squirms and moans, his body wavering when Aiba finds his prostate and pushing his fingers against it.
“Masaki-kun,” Jun moans.
“Not yet,” Aiba says calmly, pulling his fingers out again and instead grabbing the whip that he placed right next to Jun on the bench. Jun lets out a whine at the sudden loss of friction inside him, but before he can complain Aiba brushes with the whip over his back, straddling his upper legs to keep Jun from squirming around too much. He can almost see how Jun’s breath goes faster, and Aiba raises his arm and lets the whip cut through the air and land on top of Jun’s back with a noise that sends tingles through Aiba’s stomach. Jun yelps in surprise, his body twitching upwards.
“Sh,” Aiba chuckles, placing a kiss on Jun’s back right in the middle of the spot the whip left. The skin feels warm and is slightly red. “Does it hurt much?” he asks, mainly to make Jun voice what he feels with words.
“It’s just…” Jun’s breath hitches when Aiba licks over the spot again. “Unusual.”
“Let’s get you used to it then,” Aiba teases, hitting Jun’s back again. Jun doesn’t cry this time, but he winces at the sudden impact. Aiba gives him time to adapt to the feeling and the sound of the whip, only smacking him lightly, sometimes letting the tip of the whip brush over Jun’s skin slightly. When he feels that Jun gets used to it, he picks his game up though. The next smack lands on Jun’s left butt cheek, with enough strength to leave an angry red spot, and Jun yelps in surprise, his legs twitching beneath Aiba. Aiba smacks the same spot again, then goes to Jun’s right butt cheek, to the top of his thighs, to his butt again.
“Masaki,” Jun whines, and his breath is shaky. Aiba decides to give him a little break. “You are doing so well, babe,” he says softly, his fingers brushing over the cleft of Jun’s ass again, before he circles his hole and starts pushing his fingers inside him again.
Jun gasps. “God, Masaki, what are you doing to me?”
“You like it?” Aiba smirks, well aware that Jun can’t answer like that. It’s not that simple. He knows it. His palm smacks Jun’s butt while he is fingering him, before Jun can approach his orgasm though, he stops, picking up the whip again.
“Masaki,” Jun mumbles into his upper arm. “Please. I want to…”
“I know,” Aiba says casually, moving the whip over Jun’s back. “But you can bear it for a while longer, can you?”
“Yes,” Jun whispers, his breath faster than usual. He is riled up enough now, his skin sensitive and his mind clouded by lust, so that Aiba knows he can spank and flog him for a while longer. He focuses on Jun’s upper back first, only applying light smacks there to not do any real damage, but he picks up his pace and strength when he reaches Jun’s ass, delivering the blows in differing successions until Jun’s upper thighs and his butt are coloured in a shiny red. Jun sobs into his pillow, his breath hitching, while Aiba showers him with words of encouragement and ‘Jun, you are so perfect, you are taking it so well’.
He drops the whip again, fingers going back to Jun’s hole once more. This time when he starts fingering him, Jun’s body is already so sensitive that Jun squirms and moans from the beginning of Aiba’s ministrations. Aiba holds Jun firmly in place so that he won’t rub against the pillow beneath his hips, making Jun whine. “Please Masaki. Let me come. I want to come!”
Aiba spanks Jun’s butt with an angry swat. “I’m telling you when you are allowed to come,” he scolds.
“Yes,” Jun whispers, nothing of his normally so stoic behaviour left. It makes Aiba’s heart warm with love that Jun lets Aiba see him so vulnerable. He continues fingering Jun, adding a third finger now, while he delivers a few light blows with the whip against his butt. With deft fingers he opens his own trousers, letting his own hard erection out. He grabs Jun’s butt cheeks to spread them further, while he carefully pushes inside him. Jun moans at that, obviously surprised, but by the way he begs and squirms, it’s obvious just how badly he wants it. “Fuck me, Masaki,” he huffs. And Aiba spanks his butt again. “Patience,” he reprimands him.
Jun nods in a half daze, and Aiba decides he has teased him long enough for today. He bends forward and kisses his shoulder blades, while fucking him relentlessly. Before he can come though, he slips his hand under Jun’s hips, finally stroking his dick and giving him the release he has been waiting for so long. “You have been so good, Jun,” he moans. “So good, come for me.”
It only takes him a few strokes before Jun’s body tenses and twitches, an incoherent mess of words leaving his mouth while he comes over Aiba’s hand. Aiba snaps his hips forward a few more times, coming only shortly after Jun.
~~~
“Are your wrists hurt?” Aiba has freed Jun from his restraints, inspecting his hands closely. “You tugged at them, didn’t you?”
Jun shakes his head. “It’s okay,” he mumbles.
Aiba rubs over his hands. They feel a bit cold. Once he feels Jun’s hands getting warmer he leads him to the small, attached bathroom and swiftly cleans him up – the rest they need to do at home – before forcing him to sit down on the sofa. “Stay here,” he says softly, handing Jun a bottle with coke from the little fridge. “I’ll clean up.”
He plants a few butterfly kisses on Jun’s face before hurrying to clean up the mess they left. After every use of a private room, there will be a proper cleaning by the club, but still Aiba feels the responsibility to clean up and disinfect the necessary.
When Aiba is finished he wraps his arms around Jun from behind, happy to see he has drunk half of the coke. “Do you want to have a cocktail or anything here? Or dance in the club?” Jun looks at him in horror, and Aiba chuckles. “Just kidding. Let’s go home, babe.”
Jun smiles in relief. “Yes, I’d prefer that. We can drink and dance another time.”
“Definitely,” Aiba smiles. “Are you alright?”
“Depends. Do I have to sit down in a taxi?” Aiba laughs, and Jun pouts almost angrily, making Aiba grab his face between his hands and kiss him softly.
“I’m going to make the soreness less once we are at home, I promise.”
Jun nods, taking Aiba’s hands into his.
The way home takes longer than anticipated, but Aiba hugs Jun to his chest during the taxi drive, talking to him, not wanting him to doze off now, while he is still in the taxi and not home. Eventually they arrive though, and Aiba pays the taxi driver swiftly before leading Jun upstairs to his apartment.
They settle for their routine immediately. Jun agrees to take a bath to soften his muscles even without arguing with Aiba beforehand. And Aiba massages Jun’s tensed muscles, frowning a bit while he does so. “Too tight, Jun,” he points out once more. “I told you to be more careful with your health.”
Jun nods meekly. “You did.” He blushes. “I’m sorry.”
“Hm,” Aiba hums. “You will be sorry, believe me.”
A shiver goes through Jun’s body, making Aiba smile a bit. They are definitely not going to do anything today though. Once refreshed, clean and in his bed Aiba makes Jun lie down on his stomach before applying a generous amount of cream on his back, thighs and butt. Gladly, no marks are going to remain/be seen on his back, but there might be a few on his butt and thighs.
Once he is finished he heads to the kitchen to take a bottle with juice along and chocolate, before sitting down next to Jun again. The latter looks tired, but Aiba makes him drink and eat a bit nevertheless before he cuddles him.
“This was good, Masaki-kun,” Jun says all of a sudden.
“So, you liked it?” Aiba asks, planting a kiss on Jun’s forehead.
Jun nods. “I think there are more things I want to try,” he admits.
Aiba smiles. “Whatever you want, Jun. I’m just not doing anything that requires a handstand or hanging from the ceiling.”
Jun laughs. “Didn’t know this was an option,” he joins Aiba’s joking. “I would rather do the hanging from the ceiling than something with food.”
“I’m not allowed to drink sake out of your navel?” Aiba fakes sad surprise.
Jun grimaces, and they both laugh.
“Masaki-kun?” Jun asks after a while.
“Hm?”
Jun blushes slightly. “It might come a bit late as an answer… but I love you.”
Aiba’s heart makes the biggest, happiest jump ever. “I love you too.”
Jun grins. “We are the cheesiest pair ever,” he states, making Aiba chuckle. Maybe they are cheesy, he thinks, but does it matter? They fit just perfectly.
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Here I am .. OMG anon-san, I loved that story. <3 FIrst of all: JunBa, my one and only *lol* And then such a cool setting. I really love to read Aiba in the dominant part <3 It works out, even though Jun isn't a weak character, but it fits either way between them.
I loved how Jun gets into this step by step <3 And Aiba is just sweet and so caring. I loved that they fall for each other, and it's never just fucking around with each other. I love how Jun's trust grows bigger step by step <3 And dominant but caring Aiba is the best. <3 He really is able to take away all the fear Jun has, because he is so insecure. <3
Nino *lol* Yes, he is a brat :D But a nice one ^^ And I loved that Ohno is really concerned about Jun and his health, even though he doesn't understand the kind of relationship they have. <3
Their first night together was already really hot, but their visit in the club was just so much hotter oO And Jun gets into this really easily, and Aiba is just great as dominant part. He knows exactly how to touch Jun, and what he wants and what is a no go. (Hanging from the ceiling???? Why do I have a real weird image in my head *looool* I think that doesn't work out ... but I can imagine JunBa trying it, with a laughing-break-down in the end. ^^)
Oh, and Aiba at the beginning, where he makes clear that Jun is his :D :D I love strong Aiba <3 <3 It's the best.
They are indeed a cheesy pairing, and even though they have a sub/dom relationship, they are nevertheless kind of cute *lol* I can't change my image of a fluffy pair, but this one showed me that they aren't only fluffy. <3
“I still owe you a punishment for overworking yourself. Don’t I?”
And now I want to know how Aiba punishes Jun further for not working less :D :D *Naughtythoughtson*
“Now I want you in my life, forever if possible.” Aiba points out honestly, noting with happiness how Jun’s cheeks turn light pink, and he nods.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh <3 <3 They are really cheesy - fluffy - sweet - caring. <3
Thank you so much anon-san, I really, really, really loved reading this story (I read it twice already <3) My JunBa heart is melting now *Lol* I think I need to read it again now <3 <3
Thanks again, big hugs to you!! <3 <3 <3 <3
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I loved this story a lot!
I loved that Aiba is still Aiba and Jun is still Jun. Aiba is so sweet and caring even when they are having a session. And Jun... he's so cute when he's shy (I totally agree with Aiba!!) but I like that he sometimes teases Aiba and needs to be reminded about his borders. I am sure Aiba will make sure Jun will be punished if he's too cocky LOL
I totally like the pace in this story. Aiba is not too pushy and gives Jun all the time he needs! It's so wonderful how he holds back, only having Jun's wellbeing in his head. <3
Thank you for this!