strawberry fields forever
Title: Strawberry Fields Forever
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki, KAT-TUN
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; bedroom food, rimming
Word Count: 2401
Summary: Seasonal produce at its finest.
Notes: Thanks to my enabler (sekky_chan), and my beta (dusk037). Written for je_levy and originally posted here at je_fqfest.
Junno was bored. A beautiful spring day, and he had nothing to do, nowhere to go, and the most unfamiliar feeling of boredom.
He'd been about to take an impromptu nap (with maybe just a bit of self-loving; he'd gotten a new mirror recently) when his phone had buzzed.
Come over, strawberries are in season and I got too many for me to eat by myself :3 the text message had read, and Junno didn't even have to deliberate over going.
I'll be there soon. He'd have to find a less-crumpled shirt; in his fit of boredom Junno had thrown the one he'd been wearing into the floor, in a heap, nowhere near the hamper. It wouldn't do to be sloppy, even if he knew that Koki didn't care.
Shirt issues finally sorted, Junno left for Koki’s. He’d almost gotten all the way there before it occurred to him-- he could stop and get cakes and whipped cream, and they could gorge themselves on strawberry shortcakes. That would be nice; besides, they’d be able to work off all of the extra calories.
Logic firmly in place and bag of groceries clutched in one hand, Junno rang Koki’s doorbell. He was answered by a chorus of barks and finally, Koki. He’d forgone a shirt, and the gem in his navel sparkled in the afternoon light. His loose lounge pants rested low on his hips, and the tips of his fingers and his lips were stained red, and Junno really couldn’t help crushing his own fingers into the bag he held.
Koki seemed to smirk a little at that when he waved Junno inside, taking the bag from him and glancing up appraisingly at him when he dug the canister of whipped cream from its depths. “Follow me,” Koki said, only pausing to leave the rest of the bag’s contents on the kitchen counter. It was strange, but Junno didn’t comment, even when Koki led him back to his bedroom.
Junno stood in the doorway as Koki flopped onto his bed, canister next to him. The white sheets had pinkish splotches where Koki had let strawberry juice dribble. He didn’t know what to do; mostly he wanted to take the bowl of strawberries (which was, admittedly, far too many for one person) from the nightstand and take it to its proper place in the kitchen.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Koki cajoled, “just join me.”
“It’s... messy, though.” Junno fidgeted.
Koki rolled onto his stomach and grabbed for a strawberry. Very deliberately he raised it to his lips, pursing them against the berry before slowly biting down. He stared at Junno the entire time, even as he made a show of licking his fingers clean.
“It’s fun,” Koki retorted, smirking. “Don’t think about messes.”
It was sound logic, and Junno’s fingers twitched against his will.
“I know you’ll at least try anything once.” Koki’s voice was low and persuasive. “Come on; I mean, I saw your face when you fed me that strawberry for our photo shoot. I know you liked it.”
Junno had liked it. He’d liked it so much that he’d had to excuse himself as quickly as possible once they’d finished so he could get home.
It had been pure torture, holding still as Koki had leaned forward, eyes cutting up to Junno’s as his warm breath ghosted across his fingertips. It might have been bearable if Koki hadn’t closed his lips around them and lingered for a second. He could have endured if Koki hadn’t flicked his tongue out against his thumb before pulling away.
Junno hadn’t masturbated so furiously since he’d been a teenager. His wrist ached with the memory.
“Come feed me, Junno~” Koki pouted for effect, and Junno couldn’t resist any longer. He threw his (previously unwrinkled; he should’ve gone with his other) shirt to the floor and stalked across the room, clambering onto the bed next to Koki. Koki looked unreasonably pleased, smug as he offered up a strawberry.
Junno held Koki’s wrist in place, thumb tracing along the clef inked there as he stared down at Koki while he took the proffered fruit. He allowed his teeth to just barely scrape Koki’s fingertips, and he licked at what juices remained before letting go of him. Once he was through, Koki didn’t look nearly as smug; he looked just as shaken as Junno had felt during the photo shoot.
They regarded each other silently before their lips crashed together. Koki tasted like the strawberries he’d eaten before Junno had arrived, and his fingers were sticky against his skin. It wasn’t nearly as terrible as Junno had assumed it would be during their earlier radio conversations regarding the subject of eating in bed.
Breathlessly, Junno pulled away. Koki slumped back into the pillows, his hair a tousled halo. For a moment, all he did was stare; Koki held his gaze unflinchingly. Junno reached for the bowl without looking away, memorizing the way Koki’s lips parted and how his skin flushed in the orange evening light.
This time Junno was prepared for the warm breath on his fingertips as he held a particularly large berry against Koki’s parted pink lips. He held his breath as Koki bit down, his teeth barely scraping Junno’s knuckles. A second passed and Koki swept his tongue after the last bits, pausing to suck each of Junno’s fingers clean.
Junno would have been lying to himself if he’d said he didn’t enjoy any of this at all, and he could tell that Koki had known how easily he’d cave. He pulled his hand away, leaning back to fumble with his own jeans. Koki was no help, lazily rolling his hips against Junno’s thigh with his hands resting above his head.
It took him far too long, but Junno managed to wriggle out of the rest of his clothes, kicking them off the end of the bed into a crumpled heap. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Koki’s pants and tugged them down, relieved when he raised his hips to help.
Junno straddled one of Koki’s thighs and leaned forward, both hands framing his face as he pressed their lips together again. Koki moaned softly into the kiss, wrapping his own hands around Junno’s wrists and arching against him. Each touch sent an electric thrill through Junno’s middle, and he was the one to protest when Koki pushed him away.
“Let me,” was all he said by way of explanation, urging Junno to roll over. Once Junno had situated himself to Koki’s liking, Koki straddled him, the cleft of his ass rubbing an agonizing friction against him. “Open up for me.”
For a moment, Junno was bewildered. Then he followed Koki’s instructions, taking a bite of the strawberry being pressed to his lips. Koki’s eyes fluttered shut when Junno lapped at his fingers, and he rocked against Junno. Once it was gone, Koki reached behind himself, his cock bobbing with the effort, and Junno groaned at the sight, as well as the way it felt for Koki to rub against his dick. He wasn’t sure how much more teasing he could take.
Koki straightened up, the forgotten can of whipped cream in hand. Junno watched as Koki popped the cap off and shook it slowly, pantomiming stroking himself; his mouth felt a little dry, and he blamed it entirely on Koki and his scheme. It was brilliant.
Junno watched in awed silence as Koki squirted a dollop of cream onto another strawberry and popped it into his mouth, drawing the flat of his tongue along each of his fingers. Junno wished he were licking him, and he shocked himself by whining.
“Just be patient,” Koki whispered. He returned his attention to the canister and decorating Junno, drawing a line down the center of his torso. It was sticky and cool, followed almost immediately by the warmth of Koki’s tongue and the ends of his hair tickling him.
Junno stayed stock still, barely daring to breathe as he clenched his fists in the sheets. Koki hummed to himself, seemingly oblivious to Junno’s agony. For one terrible moment, Koki stopped, his mouth open mere centimeters from his dick and no motion to do anything about it; he only let out an exaggerated puff of warm breath until Junno untwisted one hand from the sheets and into Koki’s hair.
He had to tug gently to get any reaction from Koki; Junno groaned as Koki slurped him down. A few long, slow licks had his eyes scrunched shut and a wordless groan spilling from his throat. Junno only held out for a moment before he attempted a tentative thrust. Koki’s eyes widened as he nearly choked, but he stayed where he was, allowing Junno to set the pace.
Koki hummed and licked, tormenting Junno. He thought it would never end, and he was on the verge of yanking Koki away before he couldn’t stop when Koki did it himself, leaning back and dragging the back of his wrist across his mouth.
“Take me for a ride, Junno.” Koki looked down at him, eyes half-closed as he smiled. Junno nodded blankly as Koki wriggled forward to straddle him and leaned over, arm outstretched to grab at something on his bedside table. The scent of strawberries was slightly more noticeable when the cap popped open, and Junno couldn’t help laughing. “Going for a theme, you know,” Koki said nonchalantly. “Give me your hand.”
Junno held one hand up as the other rested on Koki’s hip. Where Koki’s fingers held his hand seemed warmer, and he watched as Koki slathered his hand with lube. It was pink-tinged, and Junno wondered if it tasted anything like real strawberries as he trailed his fingers along Koki’s crease. Koki arched into the touch, sighing a little as Junno slowly dragged his fingers along his skin and whining every time he barely brushed them against his rim.
He kept teasing, pressing a single finger against the edge and pulling back. It was difficult to hold back, at least until Koki finally leaned into his next touch, urging him to speed up with a whimper. Junno’s own impatience couldn’t argue with that, and he plunged two fingers inside Koki, stilling to allow him to adjust.
“I wanna devour you slowly,” Junno whispered against the side of Koki’s neck. “I want you all slippery and sweet.”
Koki gasped, clenching his fingers into Junno’s shoulders, his nails raising welts. “Yes,” he replied, his lips crashing against Junno’s as he leaned even further forward. “Yes.”
Junno dragged his fingers away, using them to keep Koki steady as he rolled them over. Koki scrambled to his knees, panting as he rested his forehead on his crossed arms. Junno stared for a moment, drinking in the curve of Koki’s hips and the length of his back, and finally leaned in, dragging both thumbs along Koki’s ass and slicking them in the excess lube. Koki whined deep in the back of his throat, prompting Junno to spread him open, his hole pink and quivering. He slipped one thumb along Koki’s rim and inside him, slipping in the wetness already there. For a moment, Junno didn’t move; when Koki couldn’t seem to stop trembling he finally moved forward, dragging the flat of his tongue along Koki’s open edges.
The lube did have a hint of flavor, and Junno chuckled as he worked his tongue in and out of Koki. Koki fisted the sheets, twitching beneath Junno, his breaths ragged and erratic. When his tongue began to ache, Junno backed off, his fingers replacing it and pulling Koki open. Just to see what would happen, he gently nipped at the tender skin at the tops of Koki’s thighs; he was rewarded with a surprised shriek.
“Hurry up, Junno,” Koki whined. “I can’t wait much longer.” He shifted restlessly, his cock bobbing against his leg. The tip shone with pre-come.
Junno didn’t answer; instead, he plunged his fingers in and out, working Koki open as much as he could before grabbing for the lube and drizzling more onto him. He pulled Koki back, urging him to face him again as he settled back. “You wanted a ride, Koki, so get on,” he said, lightly smacking his ass.
Shakily, Koki climbed onto Junno’s lap, his fingers a vise grip on him as Junno held himself steady. He held his breath as he lowered himself onto Junno, gasping when he was fully seated. For a few agonizing moments, he remained still, slick and hot around Junno.
Junno bit his lip in an effort to distract himself from immediately thrusting up; he shifted the tiniest bit and shook an equally tiny broken noise out of Koki. A moment later, Koki nodded, rising up slowly. It was agony for Junno, and he could barely wait for Koki to slide back down before he began to move his own hips.
“Come on, Junno, I know you want to fuck me,” Koki growled, punctuating his words with a vicious roll of his hips.
Junno obliged, planting his feet firmly against the mattress and pulling Koki down with each thrust. Koki clawed at Junno’s skin as he tried to keep up, snatches of broken-off swears spilling from his lips. It took a few tries, but he eventually got a hand around his dick, and Junno slowed his thrusts the slightest so he could watch properly.
Koki’s brow furrowed, his hair beginning to stick to his temples as he stroked himself. His skin was sticky where Junno’s fingers touched him, the mixture of lube and berry juice staining them faintly pink.
It wasn’t long before Koki began to falter, his hips rolling unsteadily before he clenched around Junno. Moments later, his hand stilled, and Koki groaned as his orgasm overtook him. He slumped forward, both of his sticky hands against Junno’s chest weakly holding him upright as Junno renewed his pace, jostling Koki as his own end took him by surprise in a static burst.
Once he’d recovered his senses, Junno nudged Koki off of him. A sleepy protest was his only response, at least until he spoke. “That wasn’t so bad. Messy, but a good sort of messy.”
Koki laughed, cracking one eye open. “Knew you’d end up seeing things my way.”
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki, KAT-TUN
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; bedroom food, rimming
Word Count: 2401
Summary: Seasonal produce at its finest.
Notes: Thanks to my enabler (sekky_chan), and my beta (dusk037). Written for je_levy and originally posted here at je_fqfest.
Junno was bored. A beautiful spring day, and he had nothing to do, nowhere to go, and the most unfamiliar feeling of boredom.
He'd been about to take an impromptu nap (with maybe just a bit of self-loving; he'd gotten a new mirror recently) when his phone had buzzed.
Come over, strawberries are in season and I got too many for me to eat by myself :3 the text message had read, and Junno didn't even have to deliberate over going.
I'll be there soon. He'd have to find a less-crumpled shirt; in his fit of boredom Junno had thrown the one he'd been wearing into the floor, in a heap, nowhere near the hamper. It wouldn't do to be sloppy, even if he knew that Koki didn't care.
Shirt issues finally sorted, Junno left for Koki’s. He’d almost gotten all the way there before it occurred to him-- he could stop and get cakes and whipped cream, and they could gorge themselves on strawberry shortcakes. That would be nice; besides, they’d be able to work off all of the extra calories.
Logic firmly in place and bag of groceries clutched in one hand, Junno rang Koki’s doorbell. He was answered by a chorus of barks and finally, Koki. He’d forgone a shirt, and the gem in his navel sparkled in the afternoon light. His loose lounge pants rested low on his hips, and the tips of his fingers and his lips were stained red, and Junno really couldn’t help crushing his own fingers into the bag he held.
Koki seemed to smirk a little at that when he waved Junno inside, taking the bag from him and glancing up appraisingly at him when he dug the canister of whipped cream from its depths. “Follow me,” Koki said, only pausing to leave the rest of the bag’s contents on the kitchen counter. It was strange, but Junno didn’t comment, even when Koki led him back to his bedroom.
Junno stood in the doorway as Koki flopped onto his bed, canister next to him. The white sheets had pinkish splotches where Koki had let strawberry juice dribble. He didn’t know what to do; mostly he wanted to take the bowl of strawberries (which was, admittedly, far too many for one person) from the nightstand and take it to its proper place in the kitchen.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Koki cajoled, “just join me.”
“It’s... messy, though.” Junno fidgeted.
Koki rolled onto his stomach and grabbed for a strawberry. Very deliberately he raised it to his lips, pursing them against the berry before slowly biting down. He stared at Junno the entire time, even as he made a show of licking his fingers clean.
“It’s fun,” Koki retorted, smirking. “Don’t think about messes.”
It was sound logic, and Junno’s fingers twitched against his will.
“I know you’ll at least try anything once.” Koki’s voice was low and persuasive. “Come on; I mean, I saw your face when you fed me that strawberry for our photo shoot. I know you liked it.”
Junno had liked it. He’d liked it so much that he’d had to excuse himself as quickly as possible once they’d finished so he could get home.
It had been pure torture, holding still as Koki had leaned forward, eyes cutting up to Junno’s as his warm breath ghosted across his fingertips. It might have been bearable if Koki hadn’t closed his lips around them and lingered for a second. He could have endured if Koki hadn’t flicked his tongue out against his thumb before pulling away.
Junno hadn’t masturbated so furiously since he’d been a teenager. His wrist ached with the memory.
“Come feed me, Junno~” Koki pouted for effect, and Junno couldn’t resist any longer. He threw his (previously unwrinkled; he should’ve gone with his other) shirt to the floor and stalked across the room, clambering onto the bed next to Koki. Koki looked unreasonably pleased, smug as he offered up a strawberry.
Junno held Koki’s wrist in place, thumb tracing along the clef inked there as he stared down at Koki while he took the proffered fruit. He allowed his teeth to just barely scrape Koki’s fingertips, and he licked at what juices remained before letting go of him. Once he was through, Koki didn’t look nearly as smug; he looked just as shaken as Junno had felt during the photo shoot.
They regarded each other silently before their lips crashed together. Koki tasted like the strawberries he’d eaten before Junno had arrived, and his fingers were sticky against his skin. It wasn’t nearly as terrible as Junno had assumed it would be during their earlier radio conversations regarding the subject of eating in bed.
Breathlessly, Junno pulled away. Koki slumped back into the pillows, his hair a tousled halo. For a moment, all he did was stare; Koki held his gaze unflinchingly. Junno reached for the bowl without looking away, memorizing the way Koki’s lips parted and how his skin flushed in the orange evening light.
This time Junno was prepared for the warm breath on his fingertips as he held a particularly large berry against Koki’s parted pink lips. He held his breath as Koki bit down, his teeth barely scraping Junno’s knuckles. A second passed and Koki swept his tongue after the last bits, pausing to suck each of Junno’s fingers clean.
Junno would have been lying to himself if he’d said he didn’t enjoy any of this at all, and he could tell that Koki had known how easily he’d cave. He pulled his hand away, leaning back to fumble with his own jeans. Koki was no help, lazily rolling his hips against Junno’s thigh with his hands resting above his head.
It took him far too long, but Junno managed to wriggle out of the rest of his clothes, kicking them off the end of the bed into a crumpled heap. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Koki’s pants and tugged them down, relieved when he raised his hips to help.
Junno straddled one of Koki’s thighs and leaned forward, both hands framing his face as he pressed their lips together again. Koki moaned softly into the kiss, wrapping his own hands around Junno’s wrists and arching against him. Each touch sent an electric thrill through Junno’s middle, and he was the one to protest when Koki pushed him away.
“Let me,” was all he said by way of explanation, urging Junno to roll over. Once Junno had situated himself to Koki’s liking, Koki straddled him, the cleft of his ass rubbing an agonizing friction against him. “Open up for me.”
For a moment, Junno was bewildered. Then he followed Koki’s instructions, taking a bite of the strawberry being pressed to his lips. Koki’s eyes fluttered shut when Junno lapped at his fingers, and he rocked against Junno. Once it was gone, Koki reached behind himself, his cock bobbing with the effort, and Junno groaned at the sight, as well as the way it felt for Koki to rub against his dick. He wasn’t sure how much more teasing he could take.
Koki straightened up, the forgotten can of whipped cream in hand. Junno watched as Koki popped the cap off and shook it slowly, pantomiming stroking himself; his mouth felt a little dry, and he blamed it entirely on Koki and his scheme. It was brilliant.
Junno watched in awed silence as Koki squirted a dollop of cream onto another strawberry and popped it into his mouth, drawing the flat of his tongue along each of his fingers. Junno wished he were licking him, and he shocked himself by whining.
“Just be patient,” Koki whispered. He returned his attention to the canister and decorating Junno, drawing a line down the center of his torso. It was sticky and cool, followed almost immediately by the warmth of Koki’s tongue and the ends of his hair tickling him.
Junno stayed stock still, barely daring to breathe as he clenched his fists in the sheets. Koki hummed to himself, seemingly oblivious to Junno’s agony. For one terrible moment, Koki stopped, his mouth open mere centimeters from his dick and no motion to do anything about it; he only let out an exaggerated puff of warm breath until Junno untwisted one hand from the sheets and into Koki’s hair.
He had to tug gently to get any reaction from Koki; Junno groaned as Koki slurped him down. A few long, slow licks had his eyes scrunched shut and a wordless groan spilling from his throat. Junno only held out for a moment before he attempted a tentative thrust. Koki’s eyes widened as he nearly choked, but he stayed where he was, allowing Junno to set the pace.
Koki hummed and licked, tormenting Junno. He thought it would never end, and he was on the verge of yanking Koki away before he couldn’t stop when Koki did it himself, leaning back and dragging the back of his wrist across his mouth.
“Take me for a ride, Junno.” Koki looked down at him, eyes half-closed as he smiled. Junno nodded blankly as Koki wriggled forward to straddle him and leaned over, arm outstretched to grab at something on his bedside table. The scent of strawberries was slightly more noticeable when the cap popped open, and Junno couldn’t help laughing. “Going for a theme, you know,” Koki said nonchalantly. “Give me your hand.”
Junno held one hand up as the other rested on Koki’s hip. Where Koki’s fingers held his hand seemed warmer, and he watched as Koki slathered his hand with lube. It was pink-tinged, and Junno wondered if it tasted anything like real strawberries as he trailed his fingers along Koki’s crease. Koki arched into the touch, sighing a little as Junno slowly dragged his fingers along his skin and whining every time he barely brushed them against his rim.
He kept teasing, pressing a single finger against the edge and pulling back. It was difficult to hold back, at least until Koki finally leaned into his next touch, urging him to speed up with a whimper. Junno’s own impatience couldn’t argue with that, and he plunged two fingers inside Koki, stilling to allow him to adjust.
“I wanna devour you slowly,” Junno whispered against the side of Koki’s neck. “I want you all slippery and sweet.”
Koki gasped, clenching his fingers into Junno’s shoulders, his nails raising welts. “Yes,” he replied, his lips crashing against Junno’s as he leaned even further forward. “Yes.”
Junno dragged his fingers away, using them to keep Koki steady as he rolled them over. Koki scrambled to his knees, panting as he rested his forehead on his crossed arms. Junno stared for a moment, drinking in the curve of Koki’s hips and the length of his back, and finally leaned in, dragging both thumbs along Koki’s ass and slicking them in the excess lube. Koki whined deep in the back of his throat, prompting Junno to spread him open, his hole pink and quivering. He slipped one thumb along Koki’s rim and inside him, slipping in the wetness already there. For a moment, Junno didn’t move; when Koki couldn’t seem to stop trembling he finally moved forward, dragging the flat of his tongue along Koki’s open edges.
The lube did have a hint of flavor, and Junno chuckled as he worked his tongue in and out of Koki. Koki fisted the sheets, twitching beneath Junno, his breaths ragged and erratic. When his tongue began to ache, Junno backed off, his fingers replacing it and pulling Koki open. Just to see what would happen, he gently nipped at the tender skin at the tops of Koki’s thighs; he was rewarded with a surprised shriek.
“Hurry up, Junno,” Koki whined. “I can’t wait much longer.” He shifted restlessly, his cock bobbing against his leg. The tip shone with pre-come.
Junno didn’t answer; instead, he plunged his fingers in and out, working Koki open as much as he could before grabbing for the lube and drizzling more onto him. He pulled Koki back, urging him to face him again as he settled back. “You wanted a ride, Koki, so get on,” he said, lightly smacking his ass.
Shakily, Koki climbed onto Junno’s lap, his fingers a vise grip on him as Junno held himself steady. He held his breath as he lowered himself onto Junno, gasping when he was fully seated. For a few agonizing moments, he remained still, slick and hot around Junno.
Junno bit his lip in an effort to distract himself from immediately thrusting up; he shifted the tiniest bit and shook an equally tiny broken noise out of Koki. A moment later, Koki nodded, rising up slowly. It was agony for Junno, and he could barely wait for Koki to slide back down before he began to move his own hips.
“Come on, Junno, I know you want to fuck me,” Koki growled, punctuating his words with a vicious roll of his hips.
Junno obliged, planting his feet firmly against the mattress and pulling Koki down with each thrust. Koki clawed at Junno’s skin as he tried to keep up, snatches of broken-off swears spilling from his lips. It took a few tries, but he eventually got a hand around his dick, and Junno slowed his thrusts the slightest so he could watch properly.
Koki’s brow furrowed, his hair beginning to stick to his temples as he stroked himself. His skin was sticky where Junno’s fingers touched him, the mixture of lube and berry juice staining them faintly pink.
It wasn’t long before Koki began to falter, his hips rolling unsteadily before he clenched around Junno. Moments later, his hand stilled, and Koki groaned as his orgasm overtook him. He slumped forward, both of his sticky hands against Junno’s chest weakly holding him upright as Junno renewed his pace, jostling Koki as his own end took him by surprise in a static burst.
Once he’d recovered his senses, Junno nudged Koki off of him. A sleepy protest was his only response, at least until he spoke. “That wasn’t so bad. Messy, but a good sort of messy.”
Koki laughed, cracking one eye open. “Knew you’d end up seeing things my way.”