sounding off/kink bingo fill
Title: Sounding Off
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki, KAT-TUN
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, sounding
Word Count: 2465
Summary: Nakamaru should know better than to snoop through other people's things by now.
Notes: Written for the medical kink square.
Nakamaru should know better. He's seen far too many... things he could have lived without witnessing, but he couldn't help it this time. There'd been an innocent looking pouch on top of Junno's bag; Nakamaru had picked it up, thinking it had game cartridges inside.
It hadn't. What the bag held was a set of metal rods of varying widths, with flat ends. Nakamaru was at a loss. What were these, and why did Junno have them? He was still holding the mystery tool set when Junno returned, followed closely by Koki.
Junno smirked, and deviously at that. Nakamaru wasn't reassured at all when Koki saw what he was holding and immediately looked shifty. What was he in for now?
It had to be something he probably didn't want to know, but Nakamaru was frozen to the spot. Junno slung an arm around his shoulders, casual as he plucked the case from Nakamaru's grasp.
"Wanna play doctor with us sometime, Nakamaru-kun? Sounds fun, yeah?"
Nakamaru didn't have a response for that. Koki seemed to be torn between rolling his eyes at Junno or leering at him. "Of course not!"
It didn't look like either of them believed him. Nakamaru wasn't sure he believed himself either.
*
Nakamaru couldn't fight his curiosity, and succumbed to searching the internet. It was... eye-opening. It also explained Koki's facial indecision the other day.
Why anyone would willingly put anything in their urethra was a little beyond Nakamaru, but at the same time it was intriguing. That didn't stop him from imagining what it would be like; Nakamaru spent an alarming number of evenings envisioning who actually played doctor between Koki and Junno.
Perhaps he would have to take them up on their offer.
*
There were a few awkward moments the next time Nakamaru saw Junno and Koki. He kept catching himself surreptitiously glancing at them, eyes lingering. Nakamaru had thought he'd gotten away with it by the time work was over; he hadn't been successful, though. Koki pulled him aside, voice low.
"Yucchi. Why do you keep looking at my junk?"
It seemed Nakamaru would have to explain himself. "The other day," he said, feeling the tips of his ears burning as he spoke, "I looked up what those rods were."
Koki's eyes lit up with understanding. He looked positively gleeful, and Nakamaru couldn't help smiling back. He still felt a little awkward.
"It's really fun," Koki replied. "A bit strange to watch, at first, but so much fun." His expression went a little distant, as if he were recalling a session. Nakamaru felt it would be impolite to intrude; he shifted around for a moment and waited for Koki to return to the present. "You're coming over to Junno's this evening. He never eats at his table anyway."
"All right then." Nakamaru couldn't help the anticipation that curled in his gut.
*
Nakamaru was surprised to be greeted by a wall of white lab coat. It seemed that the activities were already underway; he could smell the faint sharpness of bleach as he stepped through the door.
Junno grinned at him, not even attempting to look as serious as a person wearing a crisply pressed lab coat should look. “Glad to see you, Nakamaru-kun. We’ve almost got everything ready; hope you don’t mind being my assistant.”
“What would I be doing?” Nakamaru couldn’t help the suspicious note that crept into his voice.
Junno guided him to his kitchen, where an assortment of items were spread on a stainless steel tray. Koki was wiping down the table; he simply glanced up at Nakamaru. It all looked very involved to Nakamaru-- there were latex gloves, alcohol swabs, surgical lube, and for some reason, a syringe. Thankfully, it didn’t have a needle. Next to the tray the zippered case sat, ready for the contents to be laid out.
“I’d ask you to hand me things, maybe hold down Koki’s wrists. It won’t be bad.” Junno clapped a hand to Nakamaru’s shoulder, and he nodded in acknowledgement.
Koki had put down what seemed to be a puppy pad and finished preparing the table. He sidled over to Nakamaru and spoke. "I'm telling you, it will be fun." Then he turned his attention to Junno as he threw the paper towel he'd used earlier away. "You ready, Taguchi-sensei?"
Everything shifted, and Junno went from playful to serious in no time. Now he really looked the part of a doctor. "Of course, Tanaka-san. I've got a new resident today who will be assisting me. If you'll get undressed and have a seat on the exam table, I'll return shortly."
Nakamaru had been silent the entire time, and he jumped when Junno guided him back into the living room. Junno spoke quietly, completely serious. "Nakamaru-kun, let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable. Koki and I have been doing this for a while now; it isn't just something we picked up on a whim. Well, that's how it started, but you get it, right?"
Nakamaru nodded. "It really won't hurt him?"
"No. If anything feels strange, Koki tells me. Is there anything else you want to know?"
Nakamaru shook his head, and Junno grinned. "Perfect! I've got a spare lab coat. Go put it on and let's play doctor~"
With that, Junno returned to the kitchen, leaving Nakamaru to find it himself. Luckily it didn't take much searching, and it was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Nakamaru shrugged into the coat, straightening the lapels in the mirror and trying not to think too hard on what he was about to participate in.
When he walked back into the kitchen, Koki was already lying on the table. Junno glanced up from where he'd set a bowl of soapy water down next to Koki. "Wash up, Nakamaru-sensei." The way Junno had leered as he said it sort of ruined the effect, but he washed his hands as ordered and stood next to him.
Nakamaru couldn't help staring down at Koki. He seemed to be completely at ease, fully naked and gaze placid. Junno cleared his throat, drawing Nakamaru's attention.
"The patient needs to be cleaned."
Nakamaru felt himself flush, and he looked at Junno. The only response he got was a bit of a smirk, and Junno sliding the bowl of water toward him. "Go ahead."
Nakamaru swallowed, feeling a bit awkward. Gingerly, he stuck his hands into the water and wrung out the washcloth. Koki shivered a little when Nakamaru first touched him, and mumbled under his breath, "Cold hands."
Junno chuckled as he snapped a pair of gloves on. "Good, Nakamaru-sensei. Dry him and then dump that water."
Nakamaru did as he was told, then washed his hands again. He put on his own pair of gloves and waited for instruction.
"Lube," Junno murmured. Nakamaru picked up the tube, ready to hand it over. "Ah, in the syringe, please."
It took a moment, but Nakamaru filled it and passed the syringe to Junno. He watched silently as Junno held it in one hand; he held Koki's penis with the other. Nakamaru couldn't help but wonder what was so fun about the whole thing, because Koki hadn't gotten hard yet. He'd barely twitched in Nakamaru's hands earlier.
Junno took the syringe without looking, and squirted a little of it out against Koki’s tip. “Ready,” he murmured, trailing off before pushing the end of the syringe into Koki, far enough inside to push the rest of the lube in him. Koki shuddered a bit, and Nakamaru couldn’t help making a distressed noise in the back of his throat.
“Everything’s fine,” Junno said, pausing to hand the empty syringe back to Nakamaru. “Tell him, Tanaka-san.”
Koki nodded before responding. “I’m okay, Nakamaru-sensei. There was a little bit of discomfort, but I’m fine.”
“There, see? Now I need you to hand me the smallest sound. Unzip the case, then put on fresh gloves and scrub it with an alcohol wipe. Hold only the flat end, please.”
Nakamaru did as he was told, as quickly and thoroughly as possible. Wordlessly, he handed the sound to Junno, handle end toward him, and held his breath as Junno held Koki’s penis straight up and lined the curved end of it against his urethra.
“I don’t actually push it in, Nakamaru-sensei. Look at how it slides in under its own weight.”
Nakamaru couldn’t tear his eyes away. The room was silent except for Koki’s occasional gasp. Shortly most of the metal seemed to be in Koki. Nakamaru bit his lip as Junno manipulated Koki. “There’s a curve to get around,” he said by way of explanation.
There were a few silent moments, and then Junno spoke again. “There. All in.”
Koki sighed in relief, gripping the edges of the table. “More,” he gasped.
“You heard the man, Nakamaru-sensei. Get a fresh syringe and prepare the next size up.”
Nakamaru did so, much more quickly this time. Junno waited until he’d finished before slowly pulling the first sound out. It was fascinating to watch as Koki visibly restrained himself against the urge to move, his brow furrowing in concentration. Finally it was out, and Junno repeated his earlier motions, re-lubing Koki and gently guiding the sound.
This time, Junno began manipulating the sound once it was fully in place. He slid it back and forth, grip firm and fingers sure. Nakamaru watched, completely enthralled; Koki had started to get hard. Junno stopped playing with the sound, and glanced over at Nakamaru. “You’ll need to restrain the patient’s wrists, Nakamaru-sensei.”
Koki whined as Nakamaru lifted his wrists above his head and pressed them against the table. Junno spoke, voice firm as he gently chastised Koki.
“Tanaka-san, you know I cannot go any farther without the risk of damaging anything. This is for your own good.” Junno glanced to Nakamaru, and continued to speak. “We’ll just wait for things to subside before continuing.”
Nakamaru nodded, and then watched as Koki struggled in his grasp for a few minutes. Junno simply stood next to the table, and Koki finally seemed to get ahold of himself. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and then let it out slowly. It was impressive, at least to Nakamaru, how focused Koki could be, nevermind that it was because he was willing away his erection.
Koki opened his eyes and nodded, and Junno carefully removed the sound. Once he was through, Nakamaru released Koki; he simply lay bonelessly upon the table. Nakamaru watched as Junno took hold of Koki again and firmly stroked him, then let go of him. “Take over for me, Nakamaru-sensei,” he said, gathering the sounds and washing them in the sink. Nakamaru didn’t pay much attention to that. He was far too busy pulling Koki off.
Junno returned, halting Nakamaru with a hand on his wrist. “Watch this,” was all he said, smirking the whole while. He had changed gloves, and he patted one of Koki’s thighs. That was all it took for Koki to reposition himself, pulling his legs up and resting his feet on the edge of the table as he scooted to the end. He slicked his fingers, and then slowly edged them around Koki’s rim before sliding one in.
Koki gasped at the intrusion and wriggled a bit, adjusting to the intrusion. Satisfied that Koki was ready, Junno added another finger and pressed them gently in and out. He looked like he was searching for something, and when Koki’s eyes shot open, it seemed Junno had found what he was looking for.
“Prostate exam,” was all Junno muttered. From where he was standing, it looked more like Junno was simply fingering Koki. Junno seemed to have notice his skepticism, and was a little petulant as he said, “Seriously.”
He returned his attention to Koki, and Nakamaru dutifully observed, absently adjusting himself. Junno seemed to catch the movement out of the corner of his eye, but at that moment, Koki’s hips began rocking, and he choked on his air as he came, semen spurting up to his chest. Koki hadn’t even touched himself, and Junno had used his free hand to keep Koki’s thighs spread wide.
Nakamaru shifted again, and Junno’s full attention was on him. “Ah, looks like you’ve gotten into things; would you like to actually get into Koki?” He pulled his gloves off and threw them away, immediately digging in the pocket of his lab coat and retrieving a condom. He pressed it into Nakamaru’s hand, and made a grand gesture in Koki’s direction. “I don’t mind watching,” he murmured against Nakamaru’s ear.
“Come on, Yucchi, it’s okay,” Koki called from where he remained slumped over the table. “Fuck me.”
That did it, and Nakamaru fumbled with his gloves, tearing them off in his haste. He unbuttoned his lab coat, leaving it hanging from his shoulders as he unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his underwear down just enough to roll the condom on. Junno helpfully slicked him up, and Koki hooked his ankles around Nakamaru’s waist as he slid in. Nakamaru went as slowly as he possibly could, gritting his teeth with the effort; Koki was doing his best to make him go faster.
Fully inside Koki, Nakamaru let out a breath he hadn’t been aware of holding and stilled. He hadn’t even gotten properly started, and already he felt breathless. Nakamaru gasped when Koki rocked his hips, and he pulled out slowly. He ignored everything but the way Koki felt around him, Junno’s noises beside them barely registering.
Koki arched beneath Nakamaru, forcing him to change his angle. He felt as if he’d never get enough, and he kept snapping his hips against Koki’s. Nakamaru’s orgasm overcame him suddenly, and he moaned low in his throat as he braced his hands against Koki’s waist. He’d completely forgotten that Junno was watching, and when he groaned out his release, Nakamaru started, slipping out of Koki.
The three of them stayed where they were, spread across the table and sprawled over chairs, silent until Junno spoke up, sounding positively wicked. “I know the proper thing would be a sponge bath, but the shower is much faster. Let’s escort our patient to the bathroom, Nakamaru-sensei. Looks like we’ve made a mess of him, and we still have plenty of procedures to perform.”
Nakamaru had never been more glad to have been nosy for once as he straightened up and helped Koki down from the table.
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki, KAT-TUN
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, sounding
Word Count: 2465
Summary: Nakamaru should know better than to snoop through other people's things by now.
Notes: Written for the medical kink square.
Nakamaru should know better. He's seen far too many... things he could have lived without witnessing, but he couldn't help it this time. There'd been an innocent looking pouch on top of Junno's bag; Nakamaru had picked it up, thinking it had game cartridges inside.
It hadn't. What the bag held was a set of metal rods of varying widths, with flat ends. Nakamaru was at a loss. What were these, and why did Junno have them? He was still holding the mystery tool set when Junno returned, followed closely by Koki.
Junno smirked, and deviously at that. Nakamaru wasn't reassured at all when Koki saw what he was holding and immediately looked shifty. What was he in for now?
It had to be something he probably didn't want to know, but Nakamaru was frozen to the spot. Junno slung an arm around his shoulders, casual as he plucked the case from Nakamaru's grasp.
"Wanna play doctor with us sometime, Nakamaru-kun? Sounds fun, yeah?"
Nakamaru didn't have a response for that. Koki seemed to be torn between rolling his eyes at Junno or leering at him. "Of course not!"
It didn't look like either of them believed him. Nakamaru wasn't sure he believed himself either.
*
Nakamaru couldn't fight his curiosity, and succumbed to searching the internet. It was... eye-opening. It also explained Koki's facial indecision the other day.
Why anyone would willingly put anything in their urethra was a little beyond Nakamaru, but at the same time it was intriguing. That didn't stop him from imagining what it would be like; Nakamaru spent an alarming number of evenings envisioning who actually played doctor between Koki and Junno.
Perhaps he would have to take them up on their offer.
*
There were a few awkward moments the next time Nakamaru saw Junno and Koki. He kept catching himself surreptitiously glancing at them, eyes lingering. Nakamaru had thought he'd gotten away with it by the time work was over; he hadn't been successful, though. Koki pulled him aside, voice low.
"Yucchi. Why do you keep looking at my junk?"
It seemed Nakamaru would have to explain himself. "The other day," he said, feeling the tips of his ears burning as he spoke, "I looked up what those rods were."
Koki's eyes lit up with understanding. He looked positively gleeful, and Nakamaru couldn't help smiling back. He still felt a little awkward.
"It's really fun," Koki replied. "A bit strange to watch, at first, but so much fun." His expression went a little distant, as if he were recalling a session. Nakamaru felt it would be impolite to intrude; he shifted around for a moment and waited for Koki to return to the present. "You're coming over to Junno's this evening. He never eats at his table anyway."
"All right then." Nakamaru couldn't help the anticipation that curled in his gut.
*
Nakamaru was surprised to be greeted by a wall of white lab coat. It seemed that the activities were already underway; he could smell the faint sharpness of bleach as he stepped through the door.
Junno grinned at him, not even attempting to look as serious as a person wearing a crisply pressed lab coat should look. “Glad to see you, Nakamaru-kun. We’ve almost got everything ready; hope you don’t mind being my assistant.”
“What would I be doing?” Nakamaru couldn’t help the suspicious note that crept into his voice.
Junno guided him to his kitchen, where an assortment of items were spread on a stainless steel tray. Koki was wiping down the table; he simply glanced up at Nakamaru. It all looked very involved to Nakamaru-- there were latex gloves, alcohol swabs, surgical lube, and for some reason, a syringe. Thankfully, it didn’t have a needle. Next to the tray the zippered case sat, ready for the contents to be laid out.
“I’d ask you to hand me things, maybe hold down Koki’s wrists. It won’t be bad.” Junno clapped a hand to Nakamaru’s shoulder, and he nodded in acknowledgement.
Koki had put down what seemed to be a puppy pad and finished preparing the table. He sidled over to Nakamaru and spoke. "I'm telling you, it will be fun." Then he turned his attention to Junno as he threw the paper towel he'd used earlier away. "You ready, Taguchi-sensei?"
Everything shifted, and Junno went from playful to serious in no time. Now he really looked the part of a doctor. "Of course, Tanaka-san. I've got a new resident today who will be assisting me. If you'll get undressed and have a seat on the exam table, I'll return shortly."
Nakamaru had been silent the entire time, and he jumped when Junno guided him back into the living room. Junno spoke quietly, completely serious. "Nakamaru-kun, let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable. Koki and I have been doing this for a while now; it isn't just something we picked up on a whim. Well, that's how it started, but you get it, right?"
Nakamaru nodded. "It really won't hurt him?"
"No. If anything feels strange, Koki tells me. Is there anything else you want to know?"
Nakamaru shook his head, and Junno grinned. "Perfect! I've got a spare lab coat. Go put it on and let's play doctor~"
With that, Junno returned to the kitchen, leaving Nakamaru to find it himself. Luckily it didn't take much searching, and it was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Nakamaru shrugged into the coat, straightening the lapels in the mirror and trying not to think too hard on what he was about to participate in.
When he walked back into the kitchen, Koki was already lying on the table. Junno glanced up from where he'd set a bowl of soapy water down next to Koki. "Wash up, Nakamaru-sensei." The way Junno had leered as he said it sort of ruined the effect, but he washed his hands as ordered and stood next to him.
Nakamaru couldn't help staring down at Koki. He seemed to be completely at ease, fully naked and gaze placid. Junno cleared his throat, drawing Nakamaru's attention.
"The patient needs to be cleaned."
Nakamaru felt himself flush, and he looked at Junno. The only response he got was a bit of a smirk, and Junno sliding the bowl of water toward him. "Go ahead."
Nakamaru swallowed, feeling a bit awkward. Gingerly, he stuck his hands into the water and wrung out the washcloth. Koki shivered a little when Nakamaru first touched him, and mumbled under his breath, "Cold hands."
Junno chuckled as he snapped a pair of gloves on. "Good, Nakamaru-sensei. Dry him and then dump that water."
Nakamaru did as he was told, then washed his hands again. He put on his own pair of gloves and waited for instruction.
"Lube," Junno murmured. Nakamaru picked up the tube, ready to hand it over. "Ah, in the syringe, please."
It took a moment, but Nakamaru filled it and passed the syringe to Junno. He watched silently as Junno held it in one hand; he held Koki's penis with the other. Nakamaru couldn't help but wonder what was so fun about the whole thing, because Koki hadn't gotten hard yet. He'd barely twitched in Nakamaru's hands earlier.
Junno took the syringe without looking, and squirted a little of it out against Koki’s tip. “Ready,” he murmured, trailing off before pushing the end of the syringe into Koki, far enough inside to push the rest of the lube in him. Koki shuddered a bit, and Nakamaru couldn’t help making a distressed noise in the back of his throat.
“Everything’s fine,” Junno said, pausing to hand the empty syringe back to Nakamaru. “Tell him, Tanaka-san.”
Koki nodded before responding. “I’m okay, Nakamaru-sensei. There was a little bit of discomfort, but I’m fine.”
“There, see? Now I need you to hand me the smallest sound. Unzip the case, then put on fresh gloves and scrub it with an alcohol wipe. Hold only the flat end, please.”
Nakamaru did as he was told, as quickly and thoroughly as possible. Wordlessly, he handed the sound to Junno, handle end toward him, and held his breath as Junno held Koki’s penis straight up and lined the curved end of it against his urethra.
“I don’t actually push it in, Nakamaru-sensei. Look at how it slides in under its own weight.”
Nakamaru couldn’t tear his eyes away. The room was silent except for Koki’s occasional gasp. Shortly most of the metal seemed to be in Koki. Nakamaru bit his lip as Junno manipulated Koki. “There’s a curve to get around,” he said by way of explanation.
There were a few silent moments, and then Junno spoke again. “There. All in.”
Koki sighed in relief, gripping the edges of the table. “More,” he gasped.
“You heard the man, Nakamaru-sensei. Get a fresh syringe and prepare the next size up.”
Nakamaru did so, much more quickly this time. Junno waited until he’d finished before slowly pulling the first sound out. It was fascinating to watch as Koki visibly restrained himself against the urge to move, his brow furrowing in concentration. Finally it was out, and Junno repeated his earlier motions, re-lubing Koki and gently guiding the sound.
This time, Junno began manipulating the sound once it was fully in place. He slid it back and forth, grip firm and fingers sure. Nakamaru watched, completely enthralled; Koki had started to get hard. Junno stopped playing with the sound, and glanced over at Nakamaru. “You’ll need to restrain the patient’s wrists, Nakamaru-sensei.”
Koki whined as Nakamaru lifted his wrists above his head and pressed them against the table. Junno spoke, voice firm as he gently chastised Koki.
“Tanaka-san, you know I cannot go any farther without the risk of damaging anything. This is for your own good.” Junno glanced to Nakamaru, and continued to speak. “We’ll just wait for things to subside before continuing.”
Nakamaru nodded, and then watched as Koki struggled in his grasp for a few minutes. Junno simply stood next to the table, and Koki finally seemed to get ahold of himself. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and then let it out slowly. It was impressive, at least to Nakamaru, how focused Koki could be, nevermind that it was because he was willing away his erection.
Koki opened his eyes and nodded, and Junno carefully removed the sound. Once he was through, Nakamaru released Koki; he simply lay bonelessly upon the table. Nakamaru watched as Junno took hold of Koki again and firmly stroked him, then let go of him. “Take over for me, Nakamaru-sensei,” he said, gathering the sounds and washing them in the sink. Nakamaru didn’t pay much attention to that. He was far too busy pulling Koki off.
Junno returned, halting Nakamaru with a hand on his wrist. “Watch this,” was all he said, smirking the whole while. He had changed gloves, and he patted one of Koki’s thighs. That was all it took for Koki to reposition himself, pulling his legs up and resting his feet on the edge of the table as he scooted to the end. He slicked his fingers, and then slowly edged them around Koki’s rim before sliding one in.
Koki gasped at the intrusion and wriggled a bit, adjusting to the intrusion. Satisfied that Koki was ready, Junno added another finger and pressed them gently in and out. He looked like he was searching for something, and when Koki’s eyes shot open, it seemed Junno had found what he was looking for.
“Prostate exam,” was all Junno muttered. From where he was standing, it looked more like Junno was simply fingering Koki. Junno seemed to have notice his skepticism, and was a little petulant as he said, “Seriously.”
He returned his attention to Koki, and Nakamaru dutifully observed, absently adjusting himself. Junno seemed to catch the movement out of the corner of his eye, but at that moment, Koki’s hips began rocking, and he choked on his air as he came, semen spurting up to his chest. Koki hadn’t even touched himself, and Junno had used his free hand to keep Koki’s thighs spread wide.
Nakamaru shifted again, and Junno’s full attention was on him. “Ah, looks like you’ve gotten into things; would you like to actually get into Koki?” He pulled his gloves off and threw them away, immediately digging in the pocket of his lab coat and retrieving a condom. He pressed it into Nakamaru’s hand, and made a grand gesture in Koki’s direction. “I don’t mind watching,” he murmured against Nakamaru’s ear.
“Come on, Yucchi, it’s okay,” Koki called from where he remained slumped over the table. “Fuck me.”
That did it, and Nakamaru fumbled with his gloves, tearing them off in his haste. He unbuttoned his lab coat, leaving it hanging from his shoulders as he unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his underwear down just enough to roll the condom on. Junno helpfully slicked him up, and Koki hooked his ankles around Nakamaru’s waist as he slid in. Nakamaru went as slowly as he possibly could, gritting his teeth with the effort; Koki was doing his best to make him go faster.
Fully inside Koki, Nakamaru let out a breath he hadn’t been aware of holding and stilled. He hadn’t even gotten properly started, and already he felt breathless. Nakamaru gasped when Koki rocked his hips, and he pulled out slowly. He ignored everything but the way Koki felt around him, Junno’s noises beside them barely registering.
Koki arched beneath Nakamaru, forcing him to change his angle. He felt as if he’d never get enough, and he kept snapping his hips against Koki’s. Nakamaru’s orgasm overcame him suddenly, and he moaned low in his throat as he braced his hands against Koki’s waist. He’d completely forgotten that Junno was watching, and when he groaned out his release, Nakamaru started, slipping out of Koki.
The three of them stayed where they were, spread across the table and sprawled over chairs, silent until Junno spoke up, sounding positively wicked. “I know the proper thing would be a sponge bath, but the shower is much faster. Let’s escort our patient to the bathroom, Nakamaru-sensei. Looks like we’ve made a mess of him, and we still have plenty of procedures to perform.”
Nakamaru had never been more glad to have been nosy for once as he straightened up and helped Koki down from the table.