i can't really make words when i think of ttl
But somehow I managed for this. I'm counting this as a fill for my kink table as well. :3
In the Line of Fire
Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- gunplay, gunplay and the General giving firearms pointers
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
"Your grip is awful," Nakamaru whispers into Koki's ear between takes. "Of course I'll be glad to give you some pointers later."
Koki swallows, barely nodding in agreement. He excuses himself, feeling the need to adjust his suddenly too-tight uniform trousers.
Later happens to be several days after PV shooting has finished; Koki gets a one-line text that simply reads: you'll come over now, of course. It doesn't even pretend to be a question, and normally that would just piss him off. This time is different though, and his response somehow feels meek when he replies.
Koki simply takes himself to Nakamaru’s flat, anticipation singing through his veins for some reason.
Nakamaru answers the door almost as soon as Koki rings the bell. He merely nods, eyes sliding from Koki as he turns his back and returns to the living room. Koki follows, toeing off his sneakers and locking up behind himself.
Nakamaru’s got one of his survival game guns in pieces across the coffee table. He must have been cleaning it, Koki supposes, and he sits down across from Nakamaru. Nakamaru leans back in his seat, propping his head against one hand, gesturing with the other. “I trust you can put that back together properly.”
Koki pouts a bit as he follows instructions. Nakamaru should know that he can do this already; they’ve spent plenty of weekends together playing survival games. The pieces slide and click into place, and Koki looks up at Nakamaru. “Now what, Yucchi?” Koki asks, gun cradled in his hands. It’s a bit big for him, and Nakamaru smirks a little.
“Stand up, show me how you would hold it,” Nakamaru says, standing and sidling over to Koki’s side.
Koki stands as instructed, swallowing as he shifts his grip. He holds it in his right hand, index finger curled around the trigger guard. He supports his hold, wrapping his left hand around the grip as he raises the gun.
Nakamaru has snuck up behind him. “Still terrible, Koki,” he says, alarmingly close to Koki’s ear. His arms wrap around Koki, hands gently taking the gun from Koki. “Let me show you how it’s done.”
Nakamaru doesn’t move from behind Koki; instead he holds the pistol in one hand, his other hand holding Koki in place. Koki’s breath hitches when Nakamaru drags the barrel down the middle of his chest. He’s very interested in Nakamaru’s pointers, especially when Nakamaru gropes him roughly.
“Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” Nakamaru whispers as he presses the gun into the small of Koki’s back and leads him to his bedroom. It’s a thrill, really, being ordered around at gunpoint; Koki hadn’t thought the other would have been the one to instigate, but he’s definitely glad that Nakamaru had.
Nakamaru stops pushing him once they enter the bedroom. For a moment, Nakamaru lowers the gun, voice concerned as he asks “Koki, are you okay with this? Please tell me if you get uncomfortable.”
Koki turns, looking up at Nakamaru. He grabs Nakamaru’s hand, pulling it to his groin to feel how hard he is. “Yucchi, I think that speaks for itself. To answer your question, yes, let’s do this,” Koki says, pleased at how Nakamaru sucks in a breath and involuntarily squeezes him.
With that, he grabs Koki’s shoulder and turns him around, shoving him toward the bed. Koki nearly falls, barely staying upright. He feels the cool metal of the muzzle press against the nape of his neck, and Koki can’t keep from moaning brokenly at Nakamaru’s forcefulness.
“You’re going to do exactly as I say, Koki, is that clear?” Nakamaru’s voice is nearly unrecognizable, and all Koki can do is nod mutely. “I’m glad we’re in agreement, then. Out of those clothes, now.”
Koki pulls his t-shirt over his head, dropping it to his side. Before he starts on his buckle and zipper, Nakamaru speaks once more. “As lovely as your back is, turn around.”
He turns to face Nakamaru, only able to focus on the casual way Nakamaru holds the gun, delicate fingers wrapped around deadly power. Koki knows it’s not loaded, but it feels just as intense to be on the wrong end of a gun. Slowly he undoes his belt buckle, then the fly of his jeans. He lets go of them, the weight of his belt and chain wallet dragging them to the floor.
Nakamaru smirks at him. “Ah, going commando today, are we?” he asks, chuckling as Koki feels his face heat up. “You’re so easy, Koki. I want you to get the lube from the bedside table, then lie back and put on a show for me.”
Koki edges to the table, opening the drawer by touch, and glances down to find the tube. He grabs it and pushes the drawer back in place. Nakamaru makes an impatient gesture with the gun, and Koki wastes no more time settling on the bed, leaning against the headboard with his legs spread wide.
Nakamaru takes a seat on the edge of the bed. Though he isn’t actively pointing the gun at Koki, he still has a firm grip on it, finger caressing the side. “Don’t be shy,” he says, watching as Koki slicks his fingers.
Koki circles one around his rim, letting out a deep breath as he wills himself to relax. He finally slips it in, earning a deep noise of approval from Nakamaru. He adds another finger, pushing them in as deep as he can and stretching them apart. Koki works his fingers in and out of himself, feeling the exertion catch up with him as sweat begins to bead his forehead. Another finger, and he can’t keep his eyes open. He can’t quite get as deep as he’d like to, not at this angle, and he doesn’t dare break his silence to ask Nakamaru.
Koki feels the bed shift, and he knows that Nakamaru is looming over him. It’s still a shock when he presses the cold barrel under his chin and Koki very nearly loses it, stilling. He can’t decide if he’s more aroused than terrified, but that doesn’t matter, not when Nakamaru leans over to whisper into his ear.
“You’re going to slick me up, Koki, and I’m going to fuck you whether you’re ready or not.”
Koki nods as best he can in his current situation, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets before even trying to pop the cap of the lube again. He manages to get a handful of it in his palm, and he lets it warm for a moment before wrapping his hands around Nakamaru’s cock. Nakamaru sucks in a breath and digs the gun in harder, and Koki continues to stroke.
Nakamaru bats his hands away, then leans back. He sets the gun aside, only long enough to grab Koki by the hips and pull him closer and line himself up. Nakamaru pushes in in one smooth thrust, one of Koki’s legs thrown over his shoulder. Koki feels so full, and the return of the pistol pressed against his neck sends a thrill shooting through his cock and down his spine, eliciting a full-body shudder.
Finally Nakamaru starts to pull out, torturously slowly before thrusting in almost viciously. Koki gasps at the sensation, all of it nearly too much. He manages to keep breathing, fists clutching the sheets in an attempt to keep from being fucked into the headboard. It’s hard to hang on, both figuratively and literally, and Koki nearly chokes when Nakamaru orders him to touch himself, punctuated with a thrust of hips and pistol.
“You’ll have to make do with whatever lube you have left on your hands, Koki,” Nakamaru says, grunting with the effort to speak as he fucks Koki.
Koki gets a hand around himself, grip nearly dry. It’s not entirely uncomfortable though; it’s more of a pleasant contrast against how slippery and messily Nakamaru is fucking him. “I’m close,” Koki manages to say.
The only response he gets is harder thrusts. Suddenly, Nakamaru pulls out, spilling over Koki’s thighs, somehow managing to cock the pistol at the same time. Koki is so shocked, the tiny noise being the last straw as his orgasm overtakes him. He stills, eyes open but unseeing, and moments or maybe minutes later he relaxes, vision full of Nakamaru’s lightly flushed face as he looks down at Koki.
It’s another stretch of silence filled only with heaving breaths and thundering heartbeats before Koki swallows, tongue wetting his lips before he speaks. “Yucchi... that was intense.”
Nakamaru looks pleased with himself as he sits up. “Come along then, we should clean up before you end up glued to the sheets. You’re a complete mess.”
Koki is fine with that; he pulls the sheets with him to drop them in the wash as Nakamaru goes to run a bath. Hopefully that gun is waterproof.
In the Line of Fire
Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- gunplay, gunplay and the General giving firearms pointers
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
"Your grip is awful," Nakamaru whispers into Koki's ear between takes. "Of course I'll be glad to give you some pointers later."
Koki swallows, barely nodding in agreement. He excuses himself, feeling the need to adjust his suddenly too-tight uniform trousers.
Later happens to be several days after PV shooting has finished; Koki gets a one-line text that simply reads: you'll come over now, of course. It doesn't even pretend to be a question, and normally that would just piss him off. This time is different though, and his response somehow feels meek when he replies.
Koki simply takes himself to Nakamaru’s flat, anticipation singing through his veins for some reason.
Nakamaru answers the door almost as soon as Koki rings the bell. He merely nods, eyes sliding from Koki as he turns his back and returns to the living room. Koki follows, toeing off his sneakers and locking up behind himself.
Nakamaru’s got one of his survival game guns in pieces across the coffee table. He must have been cleaning it, Koki supposes, and he sits down across from Nakamaru. Nakamaru leans back in his seat, propping his head against one hand, gesturing with the other. “I trust you can put that back together properly.”
Koki pouts a bit as he follows instructions. Nakamaru should know that he can do this already; they’ve spent plenty of weekends together playing survival games. The pieces slide and click into place, and Koki looks up at Nakamaru. “Now what, Yucchi?” Koki asks, gun cradled in his hands. It’s a bit big for him, and Nakamaru smirks a little.
“Stand up, show me how you would hold it,” Nakamaru says, standing and sidling over to Koki’s side.
Koki stands as instructed, swallowing as he shifts his grip. He holds it in his right hand, index finger curled around the trigger guard. He supports his hold, wrapping his left hand around the grip as he raises the gun.
Nakamaru has snuck up behind him. “Still terrible, Koki,” he says, alarmingly close to Koki’s ear. His arms wrap around Koki, hands gently taking the gun from Koki. “Let me show you how it’s done.”
Nakamaru doesn’t move from behind Koki; instead he holds the pistol in one hand, his other hand holding Koki in place. Koki’s breath hitches when Nakamaru drags the barrel down the middle of his chest. He’s very interested in Nakamaru’s pointers, especially when Nakamaru gropes him roughly.
“Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” Nakamaru whispers as he presses the gun into the small of Koki’s back and leads him to his bedroom. It’s a thrill, really, being ordered around at gunpoint; Koki hadn’t thought the other would have been the one to instigate, but he’s definitely glad that Nakamaru had.
Nakamaru stops pushing him once they enter the bedroom. For a moment, Nakamaru lowers the gun, voice concerned as he asks “Koki, are you okay with this? Please tell me if you get uncomfortable.”
Koki turns, looking up at Nakamaru. He grabs Nakamaru’s hand, pulling it to his groin to feel how hard he is. “Yucchi, I think that speaks for itself. To answer your question, yes, let’s do this,” Koki says, pleased at how Nakamaru sucks in a breath and involuntarily squeezes him.
With that, he grabs Koki’s shoulder and turns him around, shoving him toward the bed. Koki nearly falls, barely staying upright. He feels the cool metal of the muzzle press against the nape of his neck, and Koki can’t keep from moaning brokenly at Nakamaru’s forcefulness.
“You’re going to do exactly as I say, Koki, is that clear?” Nakamaru’s voice is nearly unrecognizable, and all Koki can do is nod mutely. “I’m glad we’re in agreement, then. Out of those clothes, now.”
Koki pulls his t-shirt over his head, dropping it to his side. Before he starts on his buckle and zipper, Nakamaru speaks once more. “As lovely as your back is, turn around.”
He turns to face Nakamaru, only able to focus on the casual way Nakamaru holds the gun, delicate fingers wrapped around deadly power. Koki knows it’s not loaded, but it feels just as intense to be on the wrong end of a gun. Slowly he undoes his belt buckle, then the fly of his jeans. He lets go of them, the weight of his belt and chain wallet dragging them to the floor.
Nakamaru smirks at him. “Ah, going commando today, are we?” he asks, chuckling as Koki feels his face heat up. “You’re so easy, Koki. I want you to get the lube from the bedside table, then lie back and put on a show for me.”
Koki edges to the table, opening the drawer by touch, and glances down to find the tube. He grabs it and pushes the drawer back in place. Nakamaru makes an impatient gesture with the gun, and Koki wastes no more time settling on the bed, leaning against the headboard with his legs spread wide.
Nakamaru takes a seat on the edge of the bed. Though he isn’t actively pointing the gun at Koki, he still has a firm grip on it, finger caressing the side. “Don’t be shy,” he says, watching as Koki slicks his fingers.
Koki circles one around his rim, letting out a deep breath as he wills himself to relax. He finally slips it in, earning a deep noise of approval from Nakamaru. He adds another finger, pushing them in as deep as he can and stretching them apart. Koki works his fingers in and out of himself, feeling the exertion catch up with him as sweat begins to bead his forehead. Another finger, and he can’t keep his eyes open. He can’t quite get as deep as he’d like to, not at this angle, and he doesn’t dare break his silence to ask Nakamaru.
Koki feels the bed shift, and he knows that Nakamaru is looming over him. It’s still a shock when he presses the cold barrel under his chin and Koki very nearly loses it, stilling. He can’t decide if he’s more aroused than terrified, but that doesn’t matter, not when Nakamaru leans over to whisper into his ear.
“You’re going to slick me up, Koki, and I’m going to fuck you whether you’re ready or not.”
Koki nods as best he can in his current situation, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets before even trying to pop the cap of the lube again. He manages to get a handful of it in his palm, and he lets it warm for a moment before wrapping his hands around Nakamaru’s cock. Nakamaru sucks in a breath and digs the gun in harder, and Koki continues to stroke.
Nakamaru bats his hands away, then leans back. He sets the gun aside, only long enough to grab Koki by the hips and pull him closer and line himself up. Nakamaru pushes in in one smooth thrust, one of Koki’s legs thrown over his shoulder. Koki feels so full, and the return of the pistol pressed against his neck sends a thrill shooting through his cock and down his spine, eliciting a full-body shudder.
Finally Nakamaru starts to pull out, torturously slowly before thrusting in almost viciously. Koki gasps at the sensation, all of it nearly too much. He manages to keep breathing, fists clutching the sheets in an attempt to keep from being fucked into the headboard. It’s hard to hang on, both figuratively and literally, and Koki nearly chokes when Nakamaru orders him to touch himself, punctuated with a thrust of hips and pistol.
“You’ll have to make do with whatever lube you have left on your hands, Koki,” Nakamaru says, grunting with the effort to speak as he fucks Koki.
Koki gets a hand around himself, grip nearly dry. It’s not entirely uncomfortable though; it’s more of a pleasant contrast against how slippery and messily Nakamaru is fucking him. “I’m close,” Koki manages to say.
The only response he gets is harder thrusts. Suddenly, Nakamaru pulls out, spilling over Koki’s thighs, somehow managing to cock the pistol at the same time. Koki is so shocked, the tiny noise being the last straw as his orgasm overtakes him. He stills, eyes open but unseeing, and moments or maybe minutes later he relaxes, vision full of Nakamaru’s lightly flushed face as he looks down at Koki.
It’s another stretch of silence filled only with heaving breaths and thundering heartbeats before Koki swallows, tongue wetting his lips before he speaks. “Yucchi... that was intense.”
Nakamaru looks pleased with himself as he sits up. “Come along then, we should clean up before you end up glued to the sheets. You’re a complete mess.”
Koki is fine with that; he pulls the sheets with him to drop them in the wash as Nakamaru goes to run a bath. Hopefully that gun is waterproof.