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You are both in a motel parking lot. Not because you are on vacation, or relaxing, or just need a place to stay. You have to remind yourself that this is not the world you once knew—you are both here because of a game.
3 of Clubs.
You aren’t the conceited type, but there’s no point in being humble; you’re good at these games. Although you aren’t the most athletic, you take pride in your intelligence. In all honesty, you know this game is going to be a piece of cake. Especially because of him.
Now, there’s no denying your cleverness, but if you were to call yourself smart, then Chishiya is ingenious. You’re essentially admitting to yourself that this will require minimal effort.
Chishiya and you are not strangers, but you wouldn’t consider him anything more than an acquaintance. You have mutual friends, and he just so happened to tag along with you to this game, there’s not really anything more to it––except there is.
Unsure of what exactly to call it, you just refer to it as a curiosity. Really, it isn’t a big deal. Chishiya only entertains your mind every once and a while. Something to satisfy your mental appetite. Sometimes you’ll find yourself wondering what his favourite meal is, or maybe what he used to do before the games. Other times, you imagine what he looks like without his jacket on, or—although you would never admit this—how his lips would feel pressed against yours. Nonetheless, you’re never going to try pursuing anything. It’s merely a curiosity.
You both walk towards the motel entrance in silence. There’s not much to say, so you decide to save the talking for the actual game. As soon as you open the door, your eyes are drawn to the table where the players' phones are set out in two rows of five. Taking one, you look up at Chishiya, “You’re good, yeah?” He gives no verbal response, but the smirk on his face is enough for you to figure out his answer.
It doesn’t take long for the rest of the players to arrive, and before you know it, the phones are lighting up.
Registration is closed.
The game will now commence.
Game: Aural Sex.
Difficulty: 3 of Clubs.
Immediately after hearing those words, you whip your head in Chishiya’s direction. “Oh, you’ve got to be fucking joking. This can’t be serious.”
His face is expressionless—like always—but there’s something different about his look this time. It would have gone unnoticed had anyone else been watching, but your focus is on the ever so slight clench of his jaw. “Just wait for the rules,” his eyes meet yours as you quickly take your gaze off of his jaw and nod your head.
Round 1:
Rule: Enter the room with your designated number, and complete further instructions.
Your phone screen flashes to reveal that you’re in room number 7. You flip your phone towards Chishiya, and he does the same with his. Room 2. Not only are you in separate rooms, but you’re also in separate hallways. You’re disappointed, but it could always be worse. You’ll figure something out.
Chishiya gives you a quick nod and heads in the direction of the hall labeled 1-5. You do the same, heading towards the other hallway labeled 6-10. There are 5 rooms on each side, meaning that each player has their own room. Despite being confused as to how this could possibly involve teamwork, you shut the door to your room, and you hear a click, indicating that you’re locked in.
You take a look around the room. It’s not anything like a motel at all. The floor seems to be made of rubber, and there is not a single piece of furniture in sight. It’s a very bland room. The floors are black, and the walls smooth and beige, all illuminated by a dingy yellow light hanging from the ceiling. On the floor, you take note of an odd looking contraption; straps of some sort.
Your phone chimes.
Please remove any clothes from the waist down and attach the harness to the top of your thighs within the time limit. The time limit is 1 minute.
Eyes widening, you swear under your breath. Absolutely not. What kind of game is this?
It takes a lot of willpower, but you slowly remove your shorts, untie the strings holding your bikini bottoms together, and strap the harness around your thighs. You flinch at the sudden cool pressure you feel against your skin. As you look down, attached to the straps of the harness,
you spot a ball—and it is positioned right over the top of your clit.
Another phone chime.
Time is now up.
You hear a single bang from one of the rooms. Seems like someone didn’t obey the rules.
Although you’re disgusted, you’re lucky to be in a room by yourself. For now at least. There’s no telling with these games. You sit against the back wall and curse under your breath a few more times, talking aloud to yourself, “Worst fucking day of my life.”
“Mmm… There’s definitely been worse.”
Shocked by a response you weren't expecting, you jump back from the wall. “Chishiya?”
“Yeah.”
He’s in a completely different room, so why the hell are you able to hear him?
You slowly move towards the wall and put your face close to it, “Are you on the other side of this wall?”
“The rooms are lined up. My hallway starts with Room 1, your’s starts with Room 6, making us both the second door of each hall.”
Not once did that cross your mind. You’re beginning to doubt your smarts. This game is already too unpredictable for you, and it has barely begun.
Your phone chimes again.
You have now completed the first round of two.
Round two will now commence.
You almost laugh, “Hey, at least it’s not actually a sex game since we’re locked in separate rooms.”
“We don’t know the rules yet.”
“Well, yeah, but how is oral sex going to work when we’re all by our––”
Rule: Players must arouse each other through the wall, and raise their temperature, breathing, blood pressure, and heart rate in order to activate the harness. The higher the rates, the more force the harness will use. To successfully complete the game, Players must reach climax within the time limit. If Players attempt to manipulate their orgasm using anything other than the harness, they will be eliminated. The time limit is 30 minutes.
You can’t do anything but stare at your phone, watching the time count down.
You hear a thud from the other side of the room, followed by a stifled laugh. You can practically hear his smile in his words. “Don’t tell me you mistook aural and oral. I thought you were smarter than this?”
You are mortified. And slightly exasperated. “I—” You furrow your brows, “You knew all along.”
“No. Not until I could hear you swearing from the other side of the wall.”
You stay silent for a minute, unable to process what exactly you are supposed to be doing. Come up with anything, you think to yourself, literally anything but this. And then it hits you.
You knock on the wall with the back of your hand, “Get up and start running around.”
“I don’t run.”
“Okay, but if we—”
“I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work. Our rates will increase, but I have no doubt that there’s a camera in our rooms. Why else do you think they would make a game like this?”
Of course you had thought of that, but at this point, you are willing to do anything to avoid Chishiya hearing you in such a vulnerable state.
Another minute of silence.
You hear Chishiya clear his throat, “Look, you don’t actually have to do anything. Just use your imagination. As long as it’s enough to increase your rates, the harness will turn on and you’ll uh—be good to go.”
Although he can’t see you, you slowly nod your head, “Alright.”
The first thing that comes to your mind is Chishiya, but only because he’s here in this game with you. After all, you’d never do this had you been put in any other situation. You imagine a bed—a red one to be specific. You’re laying on the bed, watching as Chishiya approaches you, doing exactly what you’ve been picturing him doing in your mind for so long: slowly taking off his jacket. Except your mind begins to wander, and suddenly you’re not able to decide what he would look like under it. What if it’s not anything you’d imagine? Like… maybe he has a hideous tattoo under there, or he’s severely out of shape. You wouldn’t put that past him either, he was able to admit that he doesn’t run.
You look down at your phone. 25 minutes left.
At this point, it’s going to take hours to feel any sort of arousal. You can’t help but to let out a frustrated sigh.
“Everything alright in there?”
You roll your eyes. It doesn’t matter. He can’t see you. “Yeah, everything’s great.”
“Your harness hasn’t turned on.”
“Yes, well, I’m trying to work on that, so––”
“There’s 25 minutes left.”
You can’t take it anymore. Even though it won’t make a difference you turn to face the wall, “I’m well aware of that. You’re not exactly making this any easier.”
“I could.”
“What?”
“We both need help.”
You feel heat rise to your cheeks. “I’m… not sure what you mean.” Oh, you were sure. Very sure.
“Yes you do.”
Panic starts to set in. “Chishiya, I can’t—I don’t know what I’m—”
“Relax. I’ll do the talking, just listen to me.”
You shake your head and sink back against the wall. “Can’t you think of something to—”
“No.”
“What do you mean ‘no’?” Is he insane? Does he realize what he is asking of you?
“If there were another way, I would have thought of it by now. I just need you to listen. Do you think you could do that for me?” His voice is different. It’s as if he’s speaking softer, instead of his usual cocky and sarcastic tone.
Your stomach does what feels like a trillion somersaults, and you aren’t sure if they’re from nervousness, fear, or desire. You take a slow breath in through your nose, “Yes.”
From the other side of the wall, Chishiya sighs. Probably a sigh of relief. “Good. Close your eyes. Think of all your senses. I want you to concentrate.”
You try your best to concentrate. Focus. This is a life or death situation. You close your eyes.
“Tell me how you feel right now.”
How do you feel? You aren’t sure, if you’re being honest. Nervous, scared, uneasy. You decided to go with, “I feel tense.”
“Tense,” he repeats back to you, “I would have to agree with you on that one. It would be much easier if we were in the same room.”
Your breathing starts to quicken. You know that he’s only talking like this because, well, if he doesn’t then you’re both screwed. “How would it be easier?”
You can hear him give a small, breathy laugh that only strengthens the feeling of butterflies in your stomach. “I’d be able to see you. You know, imagination can only take you so far,” he pauses for a moment, “Anyone's mind can be enticed by words. Except, words alone won't necessarily have an effect on someone, how those words are executed will.”
From the other side of the wall, you can hear Chishiya’s zipper slide down. He must be getting hot, you think. There’s more sounds of movement, and then he continues, “I mean, everyone is subject to their own opinion of course, but I believe words are quite essential to the buildup before sex,” he goes on, sounding relaxed as ever, “In fact, I don’t think I’d ever have sex without spoken words.”
You swallow—mostly out of nervousness—and clench your jaw, “You… Wouldn't?”
Chishiya tsks softly, “No, I wouldn’t. The buildup is amusing to me, so naturally the next step would be foreplay. You can’t just pound into someone and expect them to enjoy it, can you?”
“No.” Listening to that sentence come out of his mouth is something you’d never believe you’d be hearing. You take your bottom lip in between your teeth, involuntary biting down.
“No. It’s selfish,” his voice becomes more intense with every word he speaks, “You have to know what they like. That’s what the words are for. Getting to know what does it for them, then using that to worship every part of their body. Maybe I’d do it with my mouth, or my tongue, or my hands, or my fingers…”
Chishiya’s words travel through your ears and straight to your core. You feel yourself begin to grow wet at the thought of him touching you all over, making you feel like the most special person in the world.
His words snap you out of your thoughts,“What would you want me to do to you?”
“I…” You seem to lose your train of thought, only being able to think of all of the things Chishiya could be doing to you right now, had he been locked in this room with you.
“Hmm… I think I’d start with your lips. They’ve always caught my attention,” he lets out a soft laugh, “I’d kiss you gently at first, but I wouldn’t be able to control myself––things would escalate too quickly, and you’re something I’d want to savour. So, then I’d make my way to your jaw, kissing along the lower edge of it, eventually making my way to your throat… I predict that you like to be kissed right under your ear…Am I correct?”
A small breath escapes your lips. You’ve never been kissed under the ear, let alone anywhere. You had a very quiet old life, and there isn’t exactly any time for romance in this world you’ve found yourself in. “I… I don’t know.”
“Are you saying that because you don’t want to tell me no, or because you’ve never been kissed there before?”
“The latter.”
You hear Chishiya breathe in sharply, “Well, then that would make things even more interesting. I’d have to do a lot of experimenting, wouldn’t I?”
You make a hum of approval, and your heart begins to beat faster as you wait for him to continue arousing you with his words.
“I’d have to make sure I don’t miss an inch of your skin, hm? Otherwise I wouldn’t know if you’d be into it or not. Kissing down your neck, moving down to your collar bones before I inevitably make it to your breasts. By then you wouldn’t be able to take it anymore, the anticipation would be too much… You would need more.”
Apparently, that was enough to do it for you. Your harness sets off, and you feel a slight vibration coming from the ball that sends a sensual shock throughout your body. It isn’t a lot, but it is something, and right now you are desperate for anything. You can’t help but to let out a small whine, immediately covering your mouth in embarrassment.
From the other side of the wall, there is another intake of breath from Chishiya. “Fuck. Do not cover your mouth. I need to hear you—I need to know that this is doing something to you.”
God, is this doing things for you. If only he knew that you have never been so aroused in your life. It hits you just now that Chishiya is also in this game with you. You aren't the only one who is supposed to finish yourself off before the time runs out, but you have barely said any words this entire time.
Guilt sinks into your chest. You need to start helping in return. You softly bite your lip and release it, releasing a shaky whisper, “I––I want you to keep talking, please keep talking, Chishiya.”
“Yeah?” Chishiya emits a low laugh, almost wicked sounding, “You have no idea what I would do to you if we were in the same room right now.”
“Tell me about it.”
His breathing starts to get heavier, like he’s holding back,“I just want to feel how wet you are from my words alone. Feel you with my fingers. I’d make you feel so good, I promise. You—” He is cut off by a moan coming from your lips, making sure that you don’t use your hand to cover it up this time. “Holy shit—I—fuck, I love the way you sound. You’d want me to use my fingers on you, huh?”
The way he swears sends butterflies flying inside your stomach. “I want that so badly.”
“Yes—fuck, yes. I want that too.” This time, Chishiya is the one to let out a moan, “I want to put my fingers exactly where you need them...feel you stretch for me, one finger at a time while I curl each one inside of you, right where you like it.”
Your harness’ vibrations increase to a somewhat more forceful pace, causing a long string of moans to leave your mouth. You can’t believe the way he is able to make you feel with only his voice, and you want him to feel the same, you aren’t even sure if his harness has turned on yet. “Chishiya,” you can only hope what you’re about to say is going to work, “I bet your fingers would make me feel really good,” you’re cut off for a second by a muted groan, “But right now, I want to ride your dick so badly.”
Chishiya makes a guttural sound that causes you to send your hips bucking up, even though there is nothing there to create friction against. “Oh fuck, I want that too, angel,” you hear a vibration from behind the wall, indicating that his harness has turned on, “Please keep talking like that.”
He sounds as if he has finally reached enlightenment, like he has been waiting for you to say something like that for ages. You feel bad. He’s been the one talking to you this entire time, and he deserves to feel good too. “Just the thought of your cock makes me so wet, Chishiya. You’d fill me up so good, I don’t think I want anything more than that right now.”
He whines. Loudly. You decide now that even if this game kills you, you’d die happy hearing a sound like that come out of Chishiya’s mouth. You’re making him feel good, and you like it. His breath becomes laboured, “Oh my God—” another moan, “Oh my God, I need you on top of me right now. I need to be inside of you so badly.”
Your harness intensifies once again, and you can't help but moan instinctively from the feeling. “I—it feels so fucking good, Chishiya. I need more.”
The whimpering sound that leaves his mouth sends you into bliss. At this point, you’re practically aching for something to be inside of you right now—preferably Chishiya. The second time he whimpers, you hear a thud come from the other side of the wall, followed by more vibrations, “I want to—” he lets out a shaky sigh, “I want to hear you—fuck I want to hear you moan like that again. Can you do that for me?”
You hum in accord with his request, focusing on the feeling of the vibrating ball that hits just the right spot on your clit. You fervently wish that you could just reach down and press your own fingers inside of you, in the hopes that the sensation would replicate the feeling of Chishiya’s fingers instead of yours. But you know better. Toying with the harness would only get you killed. Your throat rips out a violent moan as the ball’s vibrations hit the perfect spot, overwhelming you and blurring your vision. “I’m getting so close,” you can hear him desperately sigh at your confession, “Chishiya, it feels so good. It’s too much, I can’t—”
“Yes you can, baby, you’re almost there—it’s almost over,” he lets out even more carnal sounds, making you twice as wet as you just were—if that’s possible. “You’re doing so good—such a good girl.”
Although you are in separate rooms, only an inaudible blend of both yours and Chishiya's moans and laboured breaths can be heard. Your body feels like it’s on fire, and the pulsating feeling in your core gives you the sign that you’re about to hit your peak any second now. “I’m—I think I’m going to come.”
“That’s it,” Chishiya breathes out, “Go on, angel. Let me hear you.”
You take your bottom lip in between your teeth, suppressing a cry, “Want you to come with me, Chishiya.”
“God—yes,” his voice cracks as a result of a whimper that he can’t seem to hold back, “I’ll come with you. Whatever you want.”
Your back involuntarily arches while you try to roll your hips up. You can tell that Chishiya is just as close as you are by the way his breaths catch, almost like little hiccups. “I—”
Chishiya cuts you off, “Do it for me. I’m right there with you,” his voice is desperate and low, “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. That sends you over the edge. You no longer have control of your body as a fierce orgasm overpowers you, sending your eyes to roll back, and your body to convulse. Chishiya gives a quiet groan and a ‘holy shit,’ and that’s when you can tell he is right along with you, riding his climax out.
Silence hangs in the air for what feels like hours, the only thing audible being the deep and slow breaths that you and Chishiya take, coming down from both of your highs.
You decide to check your phone.
There’s 47 seconds left.
You both did it.
A smile creeps onto your face, but then quickly falters when you process what you have just done. First, you are in the middle of a game, and almost just risked your life because you weren’t able to get aroused. Second, you just came. To Chishiya’s voice.
Time is now over.
An array of bangs are heard from across the motel.
Congratulations. You have successfully passed Aural Sex.
Your harness unclasps itself from your thighs, and you immediately stand up wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. You find your clothes on the floor, and slip both your bikini bottoms and shorts back on. The door has been unlocked since the game ended—you heard the click—but you can’t bring yourself to leave the room.
You’re both terrified and embarrassed. You and Chishiya’s interaction had been both intimate and distant at the same time. Of course you were being honest with every word and feeling you expressed, but you know deep down that Chishiya was merely playing a game. He’s good at manipulating. He knows how to convince someone of false feelings. You’re grateful for that—the game would have killed you both had he not made up a fantasy for you to fall into. But, you can’t help but feel a pain in your chest––some part of you wishes that it had been real.
You step out into the hallway of the motel, walking around the corner to the front door. Chishiya is there waiting for you, standing with his back against the wall, hands in his pockets, looking completely apathetic.
When his eyes meet yours, you quickly stare down at your shoes, a blush spreading across your cheeks.
He is the first to break the silence, “That wasn’t too difficult, was it?” A smirk is plastered on his face, and you don’t know whether you want to slap it off, or kiss it off.
You have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes, “We’re the only ones who made it out.”
“Hm, I wonder what that means for us.”
Your eyes widen at his comment, which he reacts to with a laugh that deepens the shade of red on your face. To your surprise, he walks over to you, wraps his arms around your shoulders, and nods his head towards the door. “Come on. I’ll take you somewhere else.”
And with that, you both walk out the door.
If anything, this game has taught you that maybe you aren’t so smart after all.