The perfect fit (Junba)

[lilly0]

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 (!)
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: Written for yukitsubute for ho-summer exchange (the smut-exchange :D)  I should be embarrassed about writing this ><


From the moment Aiba lays eyes on him in the club he knows they are made for each other. He swears, there is just something in the air that pulls him towards this man. It has to be destiny.

The guy has this tough, cool exterior which sparks Aiba’s interest immediately. He is rather tall, like Aiba himself, has broad shoulders but a small waist, a bit skinny yet strong, he looks like he is working out, pretty lean. From the distance Aiba isn’t sure about the colour of his eyes, but dang his face looks sharp and edgy, and those lips. He is quite a sight. Before getting his hopes up too high Aiba’s eyes snap down to the man’s wrist, just to be sure, a smile spreading on his lips when he sees the yellow bracelet. Single. Looking for a partner. Sub. Something in Aiba’s stomach tugs in anticipation.

Many doms like their subs to be… more on the fragile side, he however likes his partner to be equal to him, he likes to have someone strong. The prospect of looking after someone does excite Aiba, like it should excite any dom, but at the same time he likes a strong character next to him.

“Who is that guy?” Aiba asks when he finally sees Nino amongst a bunch of people. Nino has been standing next to the guy for a while, talking to him. He just always knows everyone.

Nino blinks. “Ten minutes here and you already found someone you like?”

“It’s a single party, no time to waste,” Aiba mumbles.

“True,” Nino grins. “I’ve laid eyes on someone too,” he chuckles, pointing at a serious looking guy, with a round face and pouty lips, leaning against the bar. He seems to realize Nino is looking at him, because he raises his eyebrows and his lips tug into a smirk. “The barkeeper told me his name is Sho. Need to hurry and talk to him. Just… the problem is...” Nino shifts around nervously. “I didn’t come alone today though. Need to watch out for my friend.”

“Yeah,” Aiba jokes when he takes a second look at the firm looking guy. “You like them strict.” Then he eyes Nino with interest. “Your friend? You came with him, right?” Aiba nods into the direction of the beautiful guy. Up to now three men have approached him, but the guy sent them all away again. Aiba klicks his tongue, getting more interested with every minute he watches.

“That’s Jun,” Nino comments. “It’s his first time here. I brought him along. He's been alone for too long already, thought he might find someone here.”

“Really?” Aiba asks interested. “And he is a sub?”

“Yeah, not really experienced though,” Nino points out, starting to shove Aiba into Jun’s direction. “Glad you are interested, better you than one of the nasty guys who are always lurking around such places. Please take care for him, okay?” He winks suggestively. “Don’t let him out of your sight.”

Aiba nods, normally he would have argued with Nino about his order and definitely not agreed, but this time... he has nothing to complain about.

Nino waves casually at Jun. “J, I want to introduce you to my best friend, Masaki.” Nino grins. “Don’t underestimate him because of his sweet exterior and goofy smile, he is like super-dominant. Be sassy, and he is going to spank you, and you won’t be able to sit down all day~”

Jun blushes slightly, while Aiba rolls his eyes. “How about you worry about your own butt?” Aiba teases and nods into Sho’s direction. His eyes have been following them all the while.

“Oh,” Nino blinks. “Right. Have a great time, you two!”


~~~

“Well,” Aiba chuckles. “Nino-kun already blurted out my name, but let me introduce myself properly.” He reaches out his hand. “Aiba Masaki.”

Jun takes his hand carefully. “Matsumoto Jun.” He is wearing a few rings and bracelets, it makes Aiba smile secretly. He seems to like accessories. Probably into classy stuff. Leather, silk… whips. Leather.

Before Aiba can start a talk though, one of these bulked up dudes approaches them. One of these idiots who obviously haven’t understood the concept of such an event and the club in general. Unfortunately there are always some of these annoying guys, who mistake BDSM for a free pass to do whatever they like. Another one for the blacklist it seems.

“Hey you,” the guy complains into Aiba’s direction. “I saw him first!”

Jun seems to get nervous immediately, and Aiba instinctively reaches out his hand to squeeze his thigh soothingly.

Then he looks at the guy in front of him sharply, his eyes narrowed, frowning deeply. “This is not a buffet,” he says with a calm but warning voice. “And not a market either. If you don’t understand this, this is not the place for you. If I see you harassing someone here, I’ll make sure you never set your foot into this establishment ever again.”

Guys like that look tough, but there is nothing about them, Aiba knows that. Strength does not come from bodily strength. It’s easy for him to deal with such guys. The dude retreats for real without saying anything else, and Aiba nods contently. When Aiba turns to look at Jun, the latter is looking at him in awe. There is something in his eyes that makes Aiba feel fuzzy immediately.

Still… he squeezes Jun’s thigh again. “You are too easy to impress,” he reprimands softly. “Be more careful.”

Jun nods, eyes still looking at Aiba with careful interest. “Do I need to be wary of you? Are you dangerous?”

Aiba chuckles. He reaches out his hand, touching Jun’s cheek tenderly. “Very dangerous,” he says softly, happy when it makes Jun smile.

“Nino-kun said, you are very experienced,” Jun says, his cool expression betrayed by the nervous shaking in his voice.

Aiba smiles brightly. “I’m looking for a partner, not for fast sex. The relationships most of us here are looking for have a lot of red and grey areas that differ for every couple.”

“I don’t even know my grey or red areas,” Jun says quietly.

Aiba rubs with his thumb over Jun’s cheek. “I know.”

“Does it matter to you?”

Aiba smiles brightly. “Do I look like it bothers me?”

Jun finally returns the smile, a beautiful dazzling smile. “Do you want to drink something?” he asks, surprisingly direct all of a sudden.

“Of course.” Aiba’s heart makes a careful jump. He likes how Jun can suddenly become confident and bold, and then retreat into his shyness. He likes that he puts on this tough stoic mask, but seems to be soft inside. There is going to be so much to discover.

Two hours later he knows that Jun works in a book shop he co-owns with a certain Ohno Satoshi, Jun’s childhood friend, and as a DJ once or twice a week in a pretty well-known club. He also knows that Jun has a great sense of humour, is a tease, loves romances and action movies, owns three bonsais he adores, can’t handle animals, and likes shopping. He also knows that the texture of his lips is as soft as he hoped they would be. And that Jun is shy first at the first physical contact which involves Jun being pressed against the wall, with Aiba’s hands on his hips and Aiba’s lips kissing him firmly. But that he grows more confident and bold with every minute.

~~~


They have met a few times already for dates, picnics, shopping, going out for dinner and to the movies. Aiba really enjoys these dates with Jun. It’s been so long that he actually dated someone, that he could call someone his boyfriend. It feels so good. He even visited Jun in his bookshop once, fascinated by how serious Jun is when he works, and how handsome he looks with his glasses on.

During all these dates Aiba hasn’t even touched on the subject of anything that might be related to bed or his lifestyle, to the things he enjoys doing in bed and to the things Jun might be enjoying too. He knows he needs to be patient and not rush things, because Nino already told him a few times that Jun doesn't have much experience in this field. And to be honest, Aiba doesn’t even feel the need to rush, he enjoys meeting Jun like this too.

“Masaki-san,” Jun turns around. They went to have dinner together, a weird top-notch place that only served them salad and half-cooked undefined pieces of food on tiny plates. Both of them had the time of their lives there, giggling, making fun of the food, and kissing whenever no one was looking. “Do you want to come upstairs?”

Aiba smiles brightly, happy about the invitation. “I thought you would never ask,” he exclaims, plastering little kisses on Jun’s face.

Jun giggles. “You could have asked yourself!”

They both know he couldn’t. Aiba knows it even more than Jun. Because Jun has to set the pace in this relationship here, he has to get everything rolling in a way he feels comfortable with.

Jun feels comfortable now, it seems, because they hardly make it through his entrance door, and Jun’s arms are already tugging at him, hungry lips kissing him. And Aiba lets him for a while, before grabbing Jun by his hips and shoving him against the wall. He nips at Jun’s bottom lip sharply, fingers slipping underneath his shirt and twisting and pinching one of his nipples between his fingers. Jun moans and flinches, but doesn’t move away. “Do you want this, Jun?” Aiba asks softly. “Because we can always have vanilla sex too.”

“I want this,” Jun mumbles, much to Aiba’s surprise not hesitating. “But I have not much experience with it.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Aiba sucks at Jun’s neck sharply, enjoying the way Jun’s body shivers and he moans his name. “Because we have all the time in the world. And even if you wouldn’t want it, I would still be here today and hold you in my arms. Because it just so happens that I like you a lot.”

Something in Jun’s eyes seems to light up, and he suddenly seems to let go of his doubts completely. “Make me yours, Masaki,” he says. “I want to feel you inside of me. Now!”

Aiba clicks with his tongue, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Are you giving me orders?” he asks, his voice edgier than usual.

Jun’s breath hitches. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, and much to Aiba’s surprise giving in to submission immediately.

Aiba nods in approval, surging forward to kiss Jun hungrily. He nips at his bottom lip again, biting down on it, before his tongue demands entrance. Jun opens his lips, and Aiba pushes his tongue in, not tentative but rather rough and demanding. When they part, Jun pants and his eyes are glazed with want.

Jun is about to pull them to the couch, but Aiba grabs his hand, and shakes his head. “Bedroom,” he orders. He is definitely not going to take Jun on the sofa. The more space they have the better. “I want to see and feel all of you.”

Jun nods, and when they approach Jun’s bed and he sits down on it, Aiba straddles his hips, taking his face between his hands. “I want you to talk more with me,” he says, planting kisses on Jun’s cheek.

“Talk,” Jun stutters.

“Yes, I want to hear your voice,” Aiba mumbles, his tongue moving over Jun’s neck teasingly. “I want to hear you moan, and tell me what you like, and what you don’t like. I want you to voice how certain things feel for you.” He moves back a bit, but doesn’t leave Jun’s lap. Instead he tugs at Jun’s shirt. “Take that off.”

Again Jun only nods, making Aiba chuckle. “You have such a beautiful voice, Jun-kun. Talk to me.”

Jun blushes. “I will try,” he promises nervously.

“Like…” Aiba waits for him to drop the shirt on the floor, before pushing him down on his back. He bends forward, and bites one of Jun’s nipples sharply, making his lover yelp. “How does that feel?”

“Hurts,” Jun stutters, moaning when Aiba starts licking and sucking at his abused nipple. “But it’s warm too.”

“You want me to stop with what I’m doing?”

“No!” Jun calls out, and almost blushes at his own words.

Aiba gives him a soft kiss as a reward, his finger twisting and squeezing Jun’s other nipple. “They are sensitive,” he says with a smile. “You are sensitive,” he teases, fingers softly brushing over Jun’s upper body, feeling the warm and soft skin. He pauses for a moment, taking in the picture in front of him in awe. Jun’s lips are slightly parted, he is breathing heavily, he is not wearing make-up which Aiba loves because Jun is perfect the way he is, even when his face shows signs that it wasn’t always blemishfree in his teenage years. His eyes are looking at him curiously, expectantly and a bit anxiously, a good mixture. Aiba lets his hand wander down to Jun’s trousers, starting to rub his crotch teasingly. When Jun jumps slightly, he smiles. “I love that you are so sensitive, Jun. Do you want to get rid of your trousers?” he asks with a smirk, while stroking Jun through his pants. “You are so hard already. Should I allow you to take them off?”

“Please,” Jun whines.

“For today,” Aiba whispers softly into Jun’s ear. “I’ll let you have your way, but don’t expect it every time.”

Jun’s eyelids flutter, and Aiba is amazed by the effect he has on Jun. He is so lucky really, he bends down to kiss Jun softly, a sudden wave of love overflowing him. His kiss is a contrast to all the teasing and biting from before. “You are wonderful,” he whispers. “I can’t believe how good you are, Jun.”

Jun’s body shivers slightly at his praise, making Aiba smile. “You are wonderful too,” Jun whispers, sounding slightly embarrassed.

Aiba holds back a teasing remark at Jun’s answer. He can do that the next times they have sex. For now… “Lube and condoms?”

“Bedside drawer.”

Aiba bends to the side, opening the drawer and pulling out said items. His eyes however suddenly get drawn in by a different object. He smirks, taking the vibrator in his hands. It’s black, not too big, but the tip is bent slightly, there are batteries in it… the size and the shape of it make it obvious that this little item is supposed to tease. “Interesting,” Aiba states. “You like toys.”

Jun looks like he is about to die inwardly, covering his face with his hands but Aiba pulls them away. “Don’t cover yourself,” he orders.

“But-“

“It’s cleaned?”

“Of course.”

Aiba nods contently. His hand wanders down to Jun’s dick, stroking him teasingly, while he starts to lick the vibrator. Jun’s reaction is really worth it, because his cock jumps and twitches immediately. He is easy to tease and sensitive to touches. Aiba moves his hand from Jun’s dick, using a generous amount of lube on his fingers before turning Jun over swiftly. It seems to take Jun by surprise though, because he yelps slightly, but there is no other sound of discomfort coming from him. On the contrary, he actually pushes against Aiba’s fingers, when Aiba parts his butt cheeks slightly and teases his hole. Jun’s butt is round and tight, and Aiba wonders what colour his butt cheeks will turn if he lands a smack on them. This is not the right timing though, but he will come back to Jun’s beautiful butt another day, no denying that.

“Your ass is gorgeous,” he says with a chuckle, kneading Jun’s left butt cheek, while slicking Jun’s hole up further. Before Jun can complain though he pushes two of his fingers inside. Jun moans and cries at the same time. Aiba doesn’t give him much time to adjust, instead moving his fingers immediately, scissoring them to stretch Jun properly. “How does it feel?” he wants to know, bending forward to kiss Jun’s shoulders.

“It burns a bit,” Jun answers breathlessly. “But it’s also good.”

Jun’s answer goes right to his cock. Jeez, he is getting good at that. At answering and saying the right things.

When Jun starts pushing back against Aiba impatiently, Aiba pulls his fingers out, ignoring the whine from Jun. Jun’s complains however get muffled when he pushes the slicked up vibrator into Jun carefully. Aiba switches it on almost immediately, making Jun squirm and moan in desperation. “How does it feel?” he asks teasingly.

“It’s…” Jun’s voice trails off. “It’s…”

Aiba twitches the item a bit, so that he is sure it will hit Jun’s prostate, making Jun moan and pant.

“Masaki,” Jun whines. “Please, I want to come.”

“Not yet,” Aiba answers firmly, twisting the vibrator again. When Jun bucks his hips, his body twitching, he switches it off. For a moment he doesn't do or touch anything, ignoring Jun’s begging completely until Jun’s breath evens out a bit. “Not yet,” he repeats. “You will come when I tell you to come.”

Jun nods, and Aiba turns him on his back again, hovering above him, before slapping him across his cheek lightly. It’s not a hard slap, and it makes Jun moan slightly. Aiba rests his hand on Jun’s cheek, his thumb parting Jun’s lips and pushing inside his mouth. Jun complies immediately, sucking at Aiba’s thumb. “You are doing so well, Jun,” he states. “As a reward I’m soon going to fuck you.”

Jun hums around Aiba’s fingers, and with a little smirk Aiba removes the vibrator from Jun’s hole, switching it on again and moving it over Jun’s dick. Jun cries out, his eyes closing shut, his back arching. Aiba twists the item a bit, continuing to brush it over Jun’s dick teasingly, including the tip of Jun’s cock. Before Jun can come though, he wraps his fingers around the tip of Jun’s dick, preventing him from coming. “Masaki,” Jun whines. “Please.”

“What did I tell you?” Aiba asks.

Jun bites down on his lips, his chest heaving but he doesn’t complain anymore. Aiba waits for him to calm down slightly, before removing his finger and instead grabbing Jun by his hips. He dabs Jun’s cheek once more before he settles between his legs, putting them over his shoulders and bending them forward like that, until they almost meet the backrest and Jun is basically doubled over. He really is flexible, Aiba thinks with pride, and he is doing so well. He stretches his head, pressing a heated kiss on Jun’s lips. “You are doing so well, Jun. I’m so proud of you,” he states, before pushing his dick into Jun in one go. He muffles Jun’s moan with another kiss, not spending any time with teasing. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

“Fast!” Jun huffs.

Aiba dabs his cheek warningly.

“I mean… fast… please,” Jun rephrases his words, his cheeks flushed. He looks stunning like this.

“How about fast and hard?” Aiba offers innocently.

Jun nods immediately. Aiba doesn’t tease him anymore, instead starting to pound into Jun relentlessly, his hips snapping forward with fast, strong movements. He takes the vibrator into his hand again, switching it on and moving it over the tip of Jun’s cock again. A shiver goes through Jun’s body, he whines and moans an incoherent mess of words, and Aiba is sure that he hears his name in between too.

“You may come,” he says, throwing the vibrator to the side, and wrapping his hand around Jun’s cock tightly. It takes him only a few brushes before Jun arches his back, his muscles around Aiba’s cock tensing, before he comes with a loud moan. Aiba pumps his cock until there is no liquid coming out anymore, before pounding into Jun again. He closes his eyes, taking in Jun’s scent and his warm body beneath him, his panting… before he comes too, moaning out Jun’s name.

He allows himself a few seconds to even out his breath before he pulls his now soft cock out of Jun carefully, releasing his legs and putting them down on the mattress carefully. Then he pulls Jun into his arms.

Jun nuzzles his head in Aiba’s neck, his breath feeling warm and shaky. He is still shivering a bit, and Aiba hugs him tighter. “You were so good, Jun,” he croons, hoping he manages to project all his overflowing feelings in his voice. “It might be early to say it, but I really love you.”

Jun’s lips turn into a smile. “Really?”

“Yes, you are wonderful.”

Jun snuggles closer, and although he doesn’t answer to Aiba’s confession, Aiba knows by his body reaction that he feels the same. He doesn’t prompt him to say something though. Jun will tell him whenever he feels able to stay these words. For now he brushes over Jun’s back, all the while praising him for being the perfect lover. When Jun finally comes down from his high, he giggles. “You are so cheesy, Masaki-kun.” He places a kiss against Masaki’s neck. “Thank you.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Aiba wants to know.

Jun nods eagerly. “It was wonderful. I’m sorry in case I’m awkward at the beginning or doing something wrong-“

Aiba stops him before he can say anything more, pulling back a bit to look into Jun’s eyes. “You did nothing wrong, Jun. You hear me? You are perfect the way you are, and I love how we can discover everything together.”

“But you are more experienced when it’s about BDSM,” Jun points out nervously.

“And?” Aiba shrugs. “Do I look in any way bothered to you?”

Jun blinks. Then he shakes his head.

“I love being dominant,” Aiba smiles brightly. “But it’s not only the sex for me. I love looking after someone. You will never need to pressure yourself into anything with me. You can take as much time as you want. We’ll find out what you like, and what you hate. And we’ll stick to the first. For now how about we continue what we have, and gradually – whenever you feel ready for something new – I’ll show you new things?”

Jun nods. “I would love to do it that way. I can research a bit then.”

“You should definitely research.” Aiba smiles. “To see what turns you off immediately. Just don’t watch any gross hardcore porn, believe me. I don’t want you to be traumatized like a little puppy.”

Jun laughs heartedly.

Aiba chuckles, he pats Jun’s back. “Fine, and now, shower.”

“I don’t want to move,” Jun mumbles.

Aiba grins. “I hope I don’t articulate myself so badly,” he teases. “Because I think my orders were clear.”

Jun sighs dramatically, like this is actually the most difficult thing they were doing tonight. Aiba smiles in amusement, pulling Jun along to the bathroom.

Once settled in the bathtub Jun seems to get more and more drowsy though, and Aiba hurries with helping him to clean himself up. Jun’s back feels pretty tensed though, making Aiba frown at the little bumps he feels there. “Jun,” he starts while massaging him. “Are you working that much? You are pretty tensed.”

Jun blushes. “I’m not sure-“

“Yes, you are,” Aiba interrupts him sharply.

Jun blushes. “I might overdo things sometimes,” he admits.

Aiba squeezes his shoulders. “Thank you for being honest,” he says warmly, his fingers tapping against Jun’s shoulders carefully to ease the tension. “I know you are passionate about your work, I think I can actually learn something from you there. But let’s not overdo it, shall we?”

Jun nods, his head leaning against Aiba’s knee. “I’ll try.”

Half an hour later Aiba has forced a complaining (I can fetch something to drink myself!) Jun into bed, before going to the kitchen and getting some soda and juice for them. “I still think I could have gotten the drink myself,” Jun argues.

Aiba grins and kisses him softly. “Let me just pamper you, okay?”

“Fine,” Jun sighs like he actually doesn’t enjoy the attention. But they both know he does.


~~~


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.