another re-re-repost
Yeah, another one~
I wrote this one for je_levy, squishing together the "Control, D/s using manipulative means, possessiveness, tying up, subtle brainwashing, teasing and denial, punishing disobedience" and "Sex that's playful, rough enough to be shocking 0o0, almost painful, power play, flexibility, wrestling for top, filthy talk, desperate and messy" acts.
Step the Stage and Take Control
Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- Um, well, conditioning? Sort of D/s themes?
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Junno can’t recall how this thing, whatever it is, began with Koki. He suspects the seeds were planted several years ago during some trivial teenage argument, how in the middle of scrapping over something completely forgettable they’d accidentally ground their hips together, surprising each other with their sudden arousal and renewing their fight, only now they were fighting using their lips and tongues and teeth, as well as shoving and clawing at each other. They’d been in their dressing room, and had somehow gone from standing to wallowing in the floor surprisingly quickly; either way, he’d ended up finally using his height advantage to pin Koki, his knees to either side of Koki’s thighs and wrists firmly gripped in his own hands. Junno had leaned down and sunk his teeth into the side of Koki’s neck, just below his ear, and suddenly all the fight had gone out of Koki, a needy expression stilling on his features as an almost imperceptible moan slipped from his lips. Junno had taken it and run, never looking back.
*
It had been several years since that fateful argument. Ever since he’d figured out he could make Koki stop fighting him and do what he wanted, simply by slinging an arm around his neck and grazing his fingertips ever so softly across the tender skin, Junno had taken every chance he could. He loved the thrill of power he felt every time he touched Koki, how easy he was to bring under his control. However, he needed more. He wanted to see Koki completely undone, spread out for him on his bed, available for the taking and pliant, because Koki was his.
*
After all the hundreds, if not thousands, of times Junno had subtly guided Koki into doing things he wanted, he figured he may as well suggest that Koki would like to come to his place after work. He had everything together, had had it ready for such a long time, waiting for the perfect time to introduce Koki to all the things that Junno just knew Koki would like, especially if Junno used a delicate touch.
*
That was how Junno first had Koki all to himself, after he’d needlessly adjusted the collar of Koki’s shirt, fingers brushing that spot under his ear, rendering him susceptible to Junno’s suggestions. That evening had culminated with Koki spread naked on his bed, laid out and instructed to be still like a doll. Junno is so very pleased with Koki’s ability to follow his instructions so well, allowing him to arrange him just the way he wants, Koki’s hands above his head, knees bent and legs spread wide. He’s so well-behaved, even when Junno moves from just admiring the view to raking his fingernails down Koki’s sides and pinching his nipples and just barely stroking his cock, Koki’s only reactions visible in his eyes and in the stilted breaths that are erratically sucked in and held, whooshing out with each new touch Junno bestows upon him. Koki doesn’t even fight it when Junno takes himself in hand, jerking off roughly and coming all over Koki’s chest. Junno rewards Koki by laying down next to him, swiping his hand through his cooling come and using it to ease the glide of his fingers across Koki’s cock, slowly bringing him closer and closer to his release until finally whispering roughly into his ear, “Mine,” and punctuating it with a harsh bite at exactly the moment Koki comes, breath wheezing out brokenly.
It was the first step towards Junno’s domestication of Koki, for lack of a better word.
*
They spend a lot of time together, both during work and in their personal time, too. Junno still subtly gets Koki to follow his lead, everyone else completely unsuspecting of the way Junno drapes an arm over Koki’s shoulders, fingers brushing the sides of his neck. It’s their little secret.
*
The current evening’s activities are low-key, Koki’s face in Junno’s groin, licking and kissing his dick, kneeling naked in front of him, a perfect vision of submission. Junno’s allowed him the use of his hands as well, but he’s ready to take what he wants, and Koki’s no match for Junno’s strength, especially if it’s prefaced with a soft brush along the side of his neck.
A light touch along that spot has Koki unresisting as Junno hauls him up, pulling him to the bedroom and shoving him down onto the mattress. Koki waits for his instruction, rolling onto his hands and knees when Junno slaps his inner thigh. Another slap on the backs of his thighs has Koki spreading his legs as wide open as he can, ass in the air, pressing his chest down against the silky sheets. Junno hums his approval, lightly trailing his fingers all the way from Koki’s neck down the bumps of his spine and finally to his rim. Koki whines as Junno pulls away, tensing when the touch returns cool and slick. Junno prepares him quickly, fingers nimble and thorough, pulling another whimper from Koki as Junno pulls thems out before lubing himself up and pushing in. He waits a scant few moments, then begins thrusting into Koki’s tight heat with gusto, gripping his hips to help support Koki. Junno keeps pushing through the resistance of Koki’s impending orgasm, growling out a single word to push him over the edge as he pulls out and paints Koki’s back with his own release. “Mine.”
Junno gets up to run the bath, since he never goes to bed dirty. By the time he comes back to retrieve Koki, the sheets have been changed, the sound of the washing machine a comforting hum as Koki steps back into the bedroom, all ready for Junno to bathe him.
Koki knows him so well, Junno can’t help but smile indulgently.
*
Junno isn’t sure when everything shifts. He’s kind of thrown off balance when he comes home and finds Koki lounging on his couch. Sadly, he’s fully dressed, but Junno can take care of that with a touch.
Or so he thinks. As he approaches the couch, smarmy grin firmly in place, he doesn’t notice the unusually stoic set of Koki’s eyes. Junno is shocked when Koki bats his hand away from his shoulder, grabbing him roughly by his upper arms and pushing him away. Once again, this is another rough and tumble scrap, just like one from years past, and Junno is surprised that he misses this, the push and pull and active participation from Koki.
Junno tries to speak, but this time Koki has the advantage and kisses him furiously, smothering the words with his tongue forcing its way into Junno’s mouth. Minutes later, they break apart, gasping for breath; Koki gently presses the palm of his hand over Junno’s lips and finally speaks for what seems to be the first time Junno can recall since he began convincing the other to yield to him at the simplest touch.
“Junno. I want to do this on my own terms now. Maybe not every time, but for today at least.”
Junno nods as Koki pulls his hand away and offers it to Junno, pulling him back to the bedroom. Koki pushes Junno to sit on the edge of the bed as he unwraps the scarf from around Junno’s neck and unbuttons his shirt; the gentleness ends there, Koki pulling the shirt down Junno’s arms and quickly unfastening his jeans, tugging at them as Junno lifts his hips to help. Sufficiently disrobed, Junno is pushed backwards to lay fully on the bed as Koki scrambles out of his clothes, grabbing Junno’s discarded scarf and tying his wrists. “You’re not allowed to touch me this time, Junno.”
All Junno can do is moan in response, volume increasing when Koki pushes his knees to his chest, his fingers somehow lubed up and insistently pushing into him. Koki only fingers him for a few moments before adding more lube and slicking himself before pressing in, looping one leg over his shoulder and holding the other as far out to the side as he can, which is impressive, even for Junno. The stretch and burn is divine, and Junno kind of wonders why he never thought about doing things this way. He’s so close to orgasm; he can feel how much harder Koki is having to fuck him. Just as he’s about to explode though, Koki wraps the leg he’s been holding around his waist and squeezes the base of his dick, hard, preventing him from finishing.
Junno’s eyes pop open in disbelief, jaw dropping at the wicked smirk on Koki’s face. Suddenly he feels the hot pulse of Koki’s cock deep inside him, filling him up and he can’t do anything about it, just take it as Koki falls apart above him but manages to keep his grip through the fallout. Koki regains his composure and smirks as he tugs Junno off, uttering a single word: “Mine.”
I wrote this one for je_levy, squishing together the "Control, D/s using manipulative means, possessiveness, tying up, subtle brainwashing, teasing and denial, punishing disobedience" and "Sex that's playful, rough enough to be shocking 0o0, almost painful, power play, flexibility, wrestling for top, filthy talk, desperate and messy" acts.
Step the Stage and Take Control
Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- Um, well, conditioning? Sort of D/s themes?
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Junno can’t recall how this thing, whatever it is, began with Koki. He suspects the seeds were planted several years ago during some trivial teenage argument, how in the middle of scrapping over something completely forgettable they’d accidentally ground their hips together, surprising each other with their sudden arousal and renewing their fight, only now they were fighting using their lips and tongues and teeth, as well as shoving and clawing at each other. They’d been in their dressing room, and had somehow gone from standing to wallowing in the floor surprisingly quickly; either way, he’d ended up finally using his height advantage to pin Koki, his knees to either side of Koki’s thighs and wrists firmly gripped in his own hands. Junno had leaned down and sunk his teeth into the side of Koki’s neck, just below his ear, and suddenly all the fight had gone out of Koki, a needy expression stilling on his features as an almost imperceptible moan slipped from his lips. Junno had taken it and run, never looking back.
*
It had been several years since that fateful argument. Ever since he’d figured out he could make Koki stop fighting him and do what he wanted, simply by slinging an arm around his neck and grazing his fingertips ever so softly across the tender skin, Junno had taken every chance he could. He loved the thrill of power he felt every time he touched Koki, how easy he was to bring under his control. However, he needed more. He wanted to see Koki completely undone, spread out for him on his bed, available for the taking and pliant, because Koki was his.
*
After all the hundreds, if not thousands, of times Junno had subtly guided Koki into doing things he wanted, he figured he may as well suggest that Koki would like to come to his place after work. He had everything together, had had it ready for such a long time, waiting for the perfect time to introduce Koki to all the things that Junno just knew Koki would like, especially if Junno used a delicate touch.
*
That was how Junno first had Koki all to himself, after he’d needlessly adjusted the collar of Koki’s shirt, fingers brushing that spot under his ear, rendering him susceptible to Junno’s suggestions. That evening had culminated with Koki spread naked on his bed, laid out and instructed to be still like a doll. Junno is so very pleased with Koki’s ability to follow his instructions so well, allowing him to arrange him just the way he wants, Koki’s hands above his head, knees bent and legs spread wide. He’s so well-behaved, even when Junno moves from just admiring the view to raking his fingernails down Koki’s sides and pinching his nipples and just barely stroking his cock, Koki’s only reactions visible in his eyes and in the stilted breaths that are erratically sucked in and held, whooshing out with each new touch Junno bestows upon him. Koki doesn’t even fight it when Junno takes himself in hand, jerking off roughly and coming all over Koki’s chest. Junno rewards Koki by laying down next to him, swiping his hand through his cooling come and using it to ease the glide of his fingers across Koki’s cock, slowly bringing him closer and closer to his release until finally whispering roughly into his ear, “Mine,” and punctuating it with a harsh bite at exactly the moment Koki comes, breath wheezing out brokenly.
It was the first step towards Junno’s domestication of Koki, for lack of a better word.
*
They spend a lot of time together, both during work and in their personal time, too. Junno still subtly gets Koki to follow his lead, everyone else completely unsuspecting of the way Junno drapes an arm over Koki’s shoulders, fingers brushing the sides of his neck. It’s their little secret.
*
The current evening’s activities are low-key, Koki’s face in Junno’s groin, licking and kissing his dick, kneeling naked in front of him, a perfect vision of submission. Junno’s allowed him the use of his hands as well, but he’s ready to take what he wants, and Koki’s no match for Junno’s strength, especially if it’s prefaced with a soft brush along the side of his neck.
A light touch along that spot has Koki unresisting as Junno hauls him up, pulling him to the bedroom and shoving him down onto the mattress. Koki waits for his instruction, rolling onto his hands and knees when Junno slaps his inner thigh. Another slap on the backs of his thighs has Koki spreading his legs as wide open as he can, ass in the air, pressing his chest down against the silky sheets. Junno hums his approval, lightly trailing his fingers all the way from Koki’s neck down the bumps of his spine and finally to his rim. Koki whines as Junno pulls away, tensing when the touch returns cool and slick. Junno prepares him quickly, fingers nimble and thorough, pulling another whimper from Koki as Junno pulls thems out before lubing himself up and pushing in. He waits a scant few moments, then begins thrusting into Koki’s tight heat with gusto, gripping his hips to help support Koki. Junno keeps pushing through the resistance of Koki’s impending orgasm, growling out a single word to push him over the edge as he pulls out and paints Koki’s back with his own release. “Mine.”
Junno gets up to run the bath, since he never goes to bed dirty. By the time he comes back to retrieve Koki, the sheets have been changed, the sound of the washing machine a comforting hum as Koki steps back into the bedroom, all ready for Junno to bathe him.
Koki knows him so well, Junno can’t help but smile indulgently.
*
Junno isn’t sure when everything shifts. He’s kind of thrown off balance when he comes home and finds Koki lounging on his couch. Sadly, he’s fully dressed, but Junno can take care of that with a touch.
Or so he thinks. As he approaches the couch, smarmy grin firmly in place, he doesn’t notice the unusually stoic set of Koki’s eyes. Junno is shocked when Koki bats his hand away from his shoulder, grabbing him roughly by his upper arms and pushing him away. Once again, this is another rough and tumble scrap, just like one from years past, and Junno is surprised that he misses this, the push and pull and active participation from Koki.
Junno tries to speak, but this time Koki has the advantage and kisses him furiously, smothering the words with his tongue forcing its way into Junno’s mouth. Minutes later, they break apart, gasping for breath; Koki gently presses the palm of his hand over Junno’s lips and finally speaks for what seems to be the first time Junno can recall since he began convincing the other to yield to him at the simplest touch.
“Junno. I want to do this on my own terms now. Maybe not every time, but for today at least.”
Junno nods as Koki pulls his hand away and offers it to Junno, pulling him back to the bedroom. Koki pushes Junno to sit on the edge of the bed as he unwraps the scarf from around Junno’s neck and unbuttons his shirt; the gentleness ends there, Koki pulling the shirt down Junno’s arms and quickly unfastening his jeans, tugging at them as Junno lifts his hips to help. Sufficiently disrobed, Junno is pushed backwards to lay fully on the bed as Koki scrambles out of his clothes, grabbing Junno’s discarded scarf and tying his wrists. “You’re not allowed to touch me this time, Junno.”
All Junno can do is moan in response, volume increasing when Koki pushes his knees to his chest, his fingers somehow lubed up and insistently pushing into him. Koki only fingers him for a few moments before adding more lube and slicking himself before pressing in, looping one leg over his shoulder and holding the other as far out to the side as he can, which is impressive, even for Junno. The stretch and burn is divine, and Junno kind of wonders why he never thought about doing things this way. He’s so close to orgasm; he can feel how much harder Koki is having to fuck him. Just as he’s about to explode though, Koki wraps the leg he’s been holding around his waist and squeezes the base of his dick, hard, preventing him from finishing.
Junno’s eyes pop open in disbelief, jaw dropping at the wicked smirk on Koki’s face. Suddenly he feels the hot pulse of Koki’s cock deep inside him, filling him up and he can’t do anything about it, just take it as Koki falls apart above him but manages to keep his grip through the fallout. Koki regains his composure and smirks as he tugs Junno off, uttering a single word: “Mine.”