de-anoning
So I wrote some stuff for the latest anonymeme: it's mostly all Nakanaka. Anyway, this came out at the perfect time, because I really wanted to write Nakanaka. Thank you, requester anon. And, by popular request, more. :D Seriously I love to have excuses to write NakaNaka.
Tug of War
Tanaka Koki, Nakamaru Yuichi
NC-17, sort of deviance in.
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
It had been a long day of rehearsals for KAT-TUN, and all Koki wanted to do was retreat to his hotel room and have some alone time. He’d been completely distracted by Maru the entire time, and he had no idea what had set it off; all Koki knew was that he had to jerk off, the sooner, the better. Even though he and Maru were sharing the room, Koki really couldn’t care less if he were discovered.
As Koki swiped the room key, he glanced around; the coast was clear and he’d finally be able to get off. He barely had the door shut behind himself when he began stripping, flinging his shirt in the general direction of his bag and shoving his pants down without bothering with the zip, leaving them and his underwear in a pool by his bed.
Already half hard, Koki fell back onto the mattress, not bothering with the blanket or sheets; they would only be a hindrance. Koki fumbled under the pillow for his lube stash (it was a little bit like home if he put it there whenever they checked into a new place) and slicked his hand. Wasting no time, Koki started stroking himself slowly, touch light and teasing as he recalled the way Maru had looked during rehearsal, the memory of delicate fingers and slim wrists haunting him. How Koki wished Maru would touch him; all Koki could do was imagine how Maru’s fingers would feel wrapped around him.
Koki jerked himself harder, planting his feet and bucking his hips, eyes closed and brow furrowed as he continued to imagine the way Maru would touch him. His favorite way to imagine Maru was completely in control; Maru would be stern with him, tugging him just a smidgen too hard, a tiny bit less lube than Koki preferred, expression impassive as he forced Koki to fall apart under his ministrations. Koki couldn’t help it, the thought of straight-laced Maru being secretly sadistic got him hot.
Blissfully unaware of the door opening, Koki continued, hand flying up and down his cock as his brow beaded with sweat. His own breathing masked the surprised noise that Maru made, but didn’t block the sound of the door slamming shut. Koki’s eyes flew open as he glanced toward the door, unable to stop jerking off as he made eye contact with Maru.
The other man’s expression was unreadable as he gazed at Koki. “You don’t even have the decency to stop, do you?”
Koki gulped, shaking his head weakly. Maru smirked down at him, stalking toward the bed. Still, Koki was unable to stop, hand working his cock frantically.
“Koki, stop. You’re going to put both of your hands flat against the headboard, and you’ll do it now.” Maru’s voice was deliciously dark, lips twitching into a smirk. Koki’s fantasies were coming true, and he eagerly complied.
Maru perched on the edge of the bed, twisting to the side to stare down at Koki. He felt himself flush as his breath hitched, staring up at Maru. Without warning, Maru reached out, wrapping his hand around Koki’s cock, just barely on the side of too painful and effectively pinning Koki down. “You know what I want, Koki,” Maru quietly spoke.
Koki could only whimper as he tried to thrust into Maru’s hand, whining when Maru’s grip didn’t change and his free hand snaked up his chest to pinch one of his nipples. That pulled a broken moan from Koki, and he began stuttering, tripping over his words. “Pl-Please, Yucchi, I want... touch me...”
Koki couldn’t even be embarrassed about his lack of coherency; Maru looked pleased with him and began stroking him, just the tiniest bit harder than Koki liked, and it was exactly what he wanted. Just as Koki was sure he was ready to blow, Maru gripped the base of his cock, smirking again. “Do you really think it will be that easy, Koki? You won’t come until I say you come.”
Crying out in frustration, Koki clenched his fists against the headboard, eyes scrunched shut. Maru kept his grip on Koki throughout, and seemingly an eternity later began to stroke him again, Koki’s hands unclenching and his breaths coming more and more quickly. He opened his eyes, staring as Maru worked his length, eyes locked firmly together. This time as his orgasm approached, Maru let Koki continue, hips thrusting up as pieces of Koki’s hair plastered themselves to his neck and forehead.
Maru whispered imperiously one last time, jerking Koki faster and faster. “You may finish.”
The words were all that Koki needed to fall over the edge, stiffening in Maru’s grip as his orgasm washed over him, come splattering his chest and spilling over Maru’s hand. Koki slumped bonelessly, unresisting as Maru wiped his hand across his lips; Koki flicked his tongue out for a taste, sated as Maru regarded him quietly. “You do know I expect you to return the favor, don’t you, Koki?”
Koki grinned, a little silly, as he nodded. “Let me recover first, Yucchi. I’ll return the favor however you want.”
Koki sprawled on his back, panting as the flush of exertion colored his cheeks, though Maru’s heavy-lidded gaze also contributed to his current state. He hadn’t regained enough energy to even get out of bed to clean up his mess, come cooling on his abdomen and drying tacky where Maru had swiped his hand across his face.
He must have dozed off for a bit, because the next time Koki opened his eyes, Maru had taken a seat in the swank leather desk chair across their shared hotel room. Koki locked eyes with Maru, gasping as he raised his hand, beckoning him to get out of bed. Stretching, Koki sat up, toes just touching the floor when Maru spoke, stopping him short. “I want you to crawl, Koki. I want you at my feet. Come along now.”
Koki obeyed, gracefully sliding to his knees as his blush spread down his neck and chest. He kept his gaze lowered to the floor as he slinked across the room, Maru’s deep hum of approval an encouragement. Eyes still lowered, Koki pressed himself against Maru, resting his chin on a bony knee.
Nestled between Maru’s open thighs, Koki couldn’t help but lean into the tentative yet firm touch against the nape of his neck. Opening his eyes and finally gazing up at Maru placidly, he whispered, “Yucchi, how do you want me to return the favor?”
Maru’s answer was a devious smirk, and his fingers tightening in Koki’s hair as he pulled him up, urging Koki to climb into his lap. Maru leaned in close to his ear, murmuring softly. “For starters, how about you put your mouth to good use?”
Maru’s fingers slid out of Koki’s hair, brushing gently against his cheek before he settled back in the chair, elbows pressed lightly on the armrests. Koki wrapped his fingers in the thin cotton of Maru’s shirt, pulling himself up to press light kisses along his jaw. He scrabbled his fingers to the hem of the shirt, yanking it up as he pressed more kisses down Maru’s neck, occasionally nipping lightly before pulling away to discard the t-shirt.
Koki glanced at Maru, locking eyes before sliding between his knees once again, biting the middle of Maru’s chest for good measure. Wriggling on his knees a bit to get comfortable, Koki wasted no time in attacking Maru’s belt buckle and unsnapping the button. The zipper was louder than their breathing as Koki pulled it down, gently tugging Maru’s pants and underwear down, finally exposing his erection to the cool air of the room and Koki’s warm breath as he licked at the head, slurping down as much as he could.
Maru’s impassive mask cracked a bit as he hissed in a deep breath, hands clenching the armrests. Koki peered up at Maru around his mouthful as he bobbed back and forth, wrapping a hand around what he wasn’t able to swallow down. He continued, occasionally pulling away to trace along the throbbing vein on the underside with the tip of his tongue, earning breathless gasps from Maru, before it became too much for the other man. Koki let his jaw relax as Maru threaded both hands into his hair to hold him in place as he began to thrust, hips working furiously. Koki moaned at the rough treatment, whimpering as Maru pulled away, resting the head of his cock against his lips for a moment.
Maru spoke again, after a few minutes of silence, save for the sounds of their breathing. “Koki, on the bed, on your back. Get yourself ready for me, give me a show.”
Koki nodded, voice raspy as he murmured as cheekily as possible while on his knees and splattered with come. “Yes, sir.”
He made his way back to the bed, flopping onto his back, knees up and legs spread wide, toes curling around the edge of the mattress. Koki patted underneath his pillow for the lube, wasting no time in slicking his fingers and arching into his own touch. One finger circling his rim, Koki wasn’t sure if he was more turned on by preparing to finger fuck himself or by Maru’s heated gaze watching his every movement.
As Maru cleared his throat in a clear hint to proceed, Koki plunged two fingers in, hissing at the sudden fullness. He paused for a moment, allowing himself to adjust before pulling them out and pushing back in earnestly, scissoring them apart with the next wave of pulling and pushing.
“Add another finger, Koki,” Maru murmured as he palmed his cock, drawing a little moan from Koki with just those words. Following the orders, Koki gasped, bucking his hips and pushing down on his fingers, feeling himself hardening. The thrashing was enough for Koki to accidentally brush against his prostate, a throaty moan ringing through the room.
“Koki, stop,” Maru uttered the words impassively, though Koki could easily imagine that he was being smirked at. He listened, stilling his fingers but boldly leaving them inside, breath held as he waited to find out what Maru would do.
Koki tried his best to keep from grinning up at Maru, but the corners of his lips twitched and gave his little rebellion away. He stiffened as Maru stared down at him, stroking himself slowly and looking vaguely displeased. Koki withdrew his fingers meekly, wiping them on the sheets as Maru towered over him, and then raised them above his head, cock jutting out and glistening with lube and pre-come.
Maru snatched up the lube, barking out a question. “Where are the condoms? If we don’t have any you’ll just have to endure my fingers fucking you, and you’ll be satisfied with that.”
Wordlessly, Koki pointed toward his bag, mumbling a quiet outside pocket before returning his hand to its prescribed position. Maru rummaged in the pocket, eyebrows quirking a bit triumphantly as he pulled one out, ripping it open and rolling it on. Koki watched Maru, eyes widening as he barely slicked his cock and nudged inside slowly, fingers scratching against the sheets. Maru grabbed one of Koki’s ankles, holding it to the side and forcing Koki open as he began a steady rhythm.
Eyes fluttering shut, Koki could only clench his fists in the sheets, breath stuttering out as Maru pounded into him relentlessly. Maru looped Koki’s leg over his shoulder, changing his angle and hitting that spot, fingers clawing into him to hold him in place. Koki gasped, brow furrowed as he felt his orgasm approaching. “Yucchi...”
Maru slowed down, sliding his free hand up Koki’s chest, pinching a nipple. “Keep your eyes open, Koki,” Maru hissed, thrusts quickening once his instructions were followed.
Koki couldn’t catch his breath; all he could do was take it as Maru fucked him progressively harder. Maru shifted again, hitting Koki’s prostate directly and roughly dragging fingers up his cock, setting him off once again. His eyes were unseeing as he clenched around Maru, wailing softly as he felt Maru finally come.
Maru stilled, slumping over Koki, a light sheen of sweat rubbing between them, both too tired to care. A few more minutes and Maru gingerly pulled out, gently combing fingers through Koki’s hair before righting himself and disposing of the condom. Maru fussed with the sheets, crawling under the covers and pulling Koki to join him, exhaustion softening his edges. Koki obliged, uncaring of the sticky mess they made; that was just another excuse for them to linger in the shower the next morning.
Tug of War
Tanaka Koki, Nakamaru Yuichi
NC-17, sort of deviance in.
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
It had been a long day of rehearsals for KAT-TUN, and all Koki wanted to do was retreat to his hotel room and have some alone time. He’d been completely distracted by Maru the entire time, and he had no idea what had set it off; all Koki knew was that he had to jerk off, the sooner, the better. Even though he and Maru were sharing the room, Koki really couldn’t care less if he were discovered.
As Koki swiped the room key, he glanced around; the coast was clear and he’d finally be able to get off. He barely had the door shut behind himself when he began stripping, flinging his shirt in the general direction of his bag and shoving his pants down without bothering with the zip, leaving them and his underwear in a pool by his bed.
Already half hard, Koki fell back onto the mattress, not bothering with the blanket or sheets; they would only be a hindrance. Koki fumbled under the pillow for his lube stash (it was a little bit like home if he put it there whenever they checked into a new place) and slicked his hand. Wasting no time, Koki started stroking himself slowly, touch light and teasing as he recalled the way Maru had looked during rehearsal, the memory of delicate fingers and slim wrists haunting him. How Koki wished Maru would touch him; all Koki could do was imagine how Maru’s fingers would feel wrapped around him.
Koki jerked himself harder, planting his feet and bucking his hips, eyes closed and brow furrowed as he continued to imagine the way Maru would touch him. His favorite way to imagine Maru was completely in control; Maru would be stern with him, tugging him just a smidgen too hard, a tiny bit less lube than Koki preferred, expression impassive as he forced Koki to fall apart under his ministrations. Koki couldn’t help it, the thought of straight-laced Maru being secretly sadistic got him hot.
Blissfully unaware of the door opening, Koki continued, hand flying up and down his cock as his brow beaded with sweat. His own breathing masked the surprised noise that Maru made, but didn’t block the sound of the door slamming shut. Koki’s eyes flew open as he glanced toward the door, unable to stop jerking off as he made eye contact with Maru.
The other man’s expression was unreadable as he gazed at Koki. “You don’t even have the decency to stop, do you?”
Koki gulped, shaking his head weakly. Maru smirked down at him, stalking toward the bed. Still, Koki was unable to stop, hand working his cock frantically.
“Koki, stop. You’re going to put both of your hands flat against the headboard, and you’ll do it now.” Maru’s voice was deliciously dark, lips twitching into a smirk. Koki’s fantasies were coming true, and he eagerly complied.
Maru perched on the edge of the bed, twisting to the side to stare down at Koki. He felt himself flush as his breath hitched, staring up at Maru. Without warning, Maru reached out, wrapping his hand around Koki’s cock, just barely on the side of too painful and effectively pinning Koki down. “You know what I want, Koki,” Maru quietly spoke.
Koki could only whimper as he tried to thrust into Maru’s hand, whining when Maru’s grip didn’t change and his free hand snaked up his chest to pinch one of his nipples. That pulled a broken moan from Koki, and he began stuttering, tripping over his words. “Pl-Please, Yucchi, I want... touch me...”
Koki couldn’t even be embarrassed about his lack of coherency; Maru looked pleased with him and began stroking him, just the tiniest bit harder than Koki liked, and it was exactly what he wanted. Just as Koki was sure he was ready to blow, Maru gripped the base of his cock, smirking again. “Do you really think it will be that easy, Koki? You won’t come until I say you come.”
Crying out in frustration, Koki clenched his fists against the headboard, eyes scrunched shut. Maru kept his grip on Koki throughout, and seemingly an eternity later began to stroke him again, Koki’s hands unclenching and his breaths coming more and more quickly. He opened his eyes, staring as Maru worked his length, eyes locked firmly together. This time as his orgasm approached, Maru let Koki continue, hips thrusting up as pieces of Koki’s hair plastered themselves to his neck and forehead.
Maru whispered imperiously one last time, jerking Koki faster and faster. “You may finish.”
The words were all that Koki needed to fall over the edge, stiffening in Maru’s grip as his orgasm washed over him, come splattering his chest and spilling over Maru’s hand. Koki slumped bonelessly, unresisting as Maru wiped his hand across his lips; Koki flicked his tongue out for a taste, sated as Maru regarded him quietly. “You do know I expect you to return the favor, don’t you, Koki?”
Koki grinned, a little silly, as he nodded. “Let me recover first, Yucchi. I’ll return the favor however you want.”
Koki sprawled on his back, panting as the flush of exertion colored his cheeks, though Maru’s heavy-lidded gaze also contributed to his current state. He hadn’t regained enough energy to even get out of bed to clean up his mess, come cooling on his abdomen and drying tacky where Maru had swiped his hand across his face.
He must have dozed off for a bit, because the next time Koki opened his eyes, Maru had taken a seat in the swank leather desk chair across their shared hotel room. Koki locked eyes with Maru, gasping as he raised his hand, beckoning him to get out of bed. Stretching, Koki sat up, toes just touching the floor when Maru spoke, stopping him short. “I want you to crawl, Koki. I want you at my feet. Come along now.”
Koki obeyed, gracefully sliding to his knees as his blush spread down his neck and chest. He kept his gaze lowered to the floor as he slinked across the room, Maru’s deep hum of approval an encouragement. Eyes still lowered, Koki pressed himself against Maru, resting his chin on a bony knee.
Nestled between Maru’s open thighs, Koki couldn’t help but lean into the tentative yet firm touch against the nape of his neck. Opening his eyes and finally gazing up at Maru placidly, he whispered, “Yucchi, how do you want me to return the favor?”
Maru’s answer was a devious smirk, and his fingers tightening in Koki’s hair as he pulled him up, urging Koki to climb into his lap. Maru leaned in close to his ear, murmuring softly. “For starters, how about you put your mouth to good use?”
Maru’s fingers slid out of Koki’s hair, brushing gently against his cheek before he settled back in the chair, elbows pressed lightly on the armrests. Koki wrapped his fingers in the thin cotton of Maru’s shirt, pulling himself up to press light kisses along his jaw. He scrabbled his fingers to the hem of the shirt, yanking it up as he pressed more kisses down Maru’s neck, occasionally nipping lightly before pulling away to discard the t-shirt.
Koki glanced at Maru, locking eyes before sliding between his knees once again, biting the middle of Maru’s chest for good measure. Wriggling on his knees a bit to get comfortable, Koki wasted no time in attacking Maru’s belt buckle and unsnapping the button. The zipper was louder than their breathing as Koki pulled it down, gently tugging Maru’s pants and underwear down, finally exposing his erection to the cool air of the room and Koki’s warm breath as he licked at the head, slurping down as much as he could.
Maru’s impassive mask cracked a bit as he hissed in a deep breath, hands clenching the armrests. Koki peered up at Maru around his mouthful as he bobbed back and forth, wrapping a hand around what he wasn’t able to swallow down. He continued, occasionally pulling away to trace along the throbbing vein on the underside with the tip of his tongue, earning breathless gasps from Maru, before it became too much for the other man. Koki let his jaw relax as Maru threaded both hands into his hair to hold him in place as he began to thrust, hips working furiously. Koki moaned at the rough treatment, whimpering as Maru pulled away, resting the head of his cock against his lips for a moment.
Maru spoke again, after a few minutes of silence, save for the sounds of their breathing. “Koki, on the bed, on your back. Get yourself ready for me, give me a show.”
Koki nodded, voice raspy as he murmured as cheekily as possible while on his knees and splattered with come. “Yes, sir.”
He made his way back to the bed, flopping onto his back, knees up and legs spread wide, toes curling around the edge of the mattress. Koki patted underneath his pillow for the lube, wasting no time in slicking his fingers and arching into his own touch. One finger circling his rim, Koki wasn’t sure if he was more turned on by preparing to finger fuck himself or by Maru’s heated gaze watching his every movement.
As Maru cleared his throat in a clear hint to proceed, Koki plunged two fingers in, hissing at the sudden fullness. He paused for a moment, allowing himself to adjust before pulling them out and pushing back in earnestly, scissoring them apart with the next wave of pulling and pushing.
“Add another finger, Koki,” Maru murmured as he palmed his cock, drawing a little moan from Koki with just those words. Following the orders, Koki gasped, bucking his hips and pushing down on his fingers, feeling himself hardening. The thrashing was enough for Koki to accidentally brush against his prostate, a throaty moan ringing through the room.
“Koki, stop,” Maru uttered the words impassively, though Koki could easily imagine that he was being smirked at. He listened, stilling his fingers but boldly leaving them inside, breath held as he waited to find out what Maru would do.
Koki tried his best to keep from grinning up at Maru, but the corners of his lips twitched and gave his little rebellion away. He stiffened as Maru stared down at him, stroking himself slowly and looking vaguely displeased. Koki withdrew his fingers meekly, wiping them on the sheets as Maru towered over him, and then raised them above his head, cock jutting out and glistening with lube and pre-come.
Maru snatched up the lube, barking out a question. “Where are the condoms? If we don’t have any you’ll just have to endure my fingers fucking you, and you’ll be satisfied with that.”
Wordlessly, Koki pointed toward his bag, mumbling a quiet outside pocket before returning his hand to its prescribed position. Maru rummaged in the pocket, eyebrows quirking a bit triumphantly as he pulled one out, ripping it open and rolling it on. Koki watched Maru, eyes widening as he barely slicked his cock and nudged inside slowly, fingers scratching against the sheets. Maru grabbed one of Koki’s ankles, holding it to the side and forcing Koki open as he began a steady rhythm.
Eyes fluttering shut, Koki could only clench his fists in the sheets, breath stuttering out as Maru pounded into him relentlessly. Maru looped Koki’s leg over his shoulder, changing his angle and hitting that spot, fingers clawing into him to hold him in place. Koki gasped, brow furrowed as he felt his orgasm approaching. “Yucchi...”
Maru slowed down, sliding his free hand up Koki’s chest, pinching a nipple. “Keep your eyes open, Koki,” Maru hissed, thrusts quickening once his instructions were followed.
Koki couldn’t catch his breath; all he could do was take it as Maru fucked him progressively harder. Maru shifted again, hitting Koki’s prostate directly and roughly dragging fingers up his cock, setting him off once again. His eyes were unseeing as he clenched around Maru, wailing softly as he felt Maru finally come.
Maru stilled, slumping over Koki, a light sheen of sweat rubbing between them, both too tired to care. A few more minutes and Maru gingerly pulled out, gently combing fingers through Koki’s hair before righting himself and disposing of the condom. Maru fussed with the sheets, crawling under the covers and pulling Koki to join him, exhaustion softening his edges. Koki obliged, uncaring of the sticky mess they made; that was just another excuse for them to linger in the shower the next morning.