cutting edge/kink bingo fill
Title: Cutting Edge
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, knifeplay, gunplay, rough sex
Word Count: 1488
Summary: Sometimes things get a little rough.
Notes: This was written for the guns / blades square of my kink_bingo card. It has both!
Koki really enjoys getting to play survival games with Junno and Yucchi, especially the days that Junno carries a gratuitous knife strapped to his thigh. Those days Yucchi makes himself scarce once they're done; he'd come upon them once, gone comically pale, and stuttered out an apology before stumbling back to base. It must have been startling to find them half-undressed with Junno pressing the flat of the blade against Koki's throat.
It looks like that's how today is going to go, if Junno's smirk is anything to go by. Koki wills himself to focus on the game and not the post-game activities. He's just glad he'd picked out a t-shirt that had seen better days; after he'd lost a couple of shirts he really liked, Koki had learned his lesson.
The game goes by quickly under Yucchi's command, and he claps Junno on the back and leans in close to whisper something in his ear. Koki wonders what he could have said when they both exchange glances with each other and at him, and he wonders what he's in store for later. Hopefully Yucchi wants to play; Koki would be lying if he said he'd never imagined him in place of Junno, or even himself during this activity.
The three of them head back to base, a little cabin they'd rented for the weekend. Koki is more curious than suspicious in regards to Yucchi tagging along, but he still isn't expecting it when he's the one shoving him up against the door when they shut it. Junno looms over his shoulder, eyes black with something like lust as Koki's caged by Yucchi's surprisingly strong arms.
Koki can't really help the broken little moan he lets slip as one of Yucchi's knees nudge his thighs apart. That only encourages him, and Koki gasps when Junno speaks.
"Yuichi finally decided he wants to play too, Koki. He wants to use his piece. Don't worry, though, Koki; we'll take good care of you."
Koki nods, unsure if he should say anything, and allows Yucchi to drag him to the bedroom. The beds are narrow, but there's plenty of room for Junno's intentions. He hangs back, watching as Koki falls backward onto the closest mattress. Nakamaru keeps going, climbing up to sit across Koki's thighs.
Junno's boots echo as he crosses the room, his pace deliberate and measured as he makes sure both Koki and Nakamaru are watching. He drags his fingers along the handle of his knife, almost stroking it as he unsheathes it. Out of the corner of his eye, Koki sees Yucchi flick his tongue to wet his lips; Koki isn't sure if it's that simple movement or not that makes him fully aware of how hard he is. He arches up against Yucchi in an attempt to get some friction, but he's halted by Junno's murmur of deep disapproval.
"Now, now, Koki. You know the rules. Yuichi, let him roll over for me."
There's a bit of a scuffle, but Koki ends up with Yucchi sitting on the backs of his calves. He's got his head cradled on his crossed arms, and he shivers underneath Junno's touch. Koki hears Yucchi gasp behind him, and feels the tip of Junno's knife drag up the center of his back. The thin cotton of his t-shirt parts beneath the sharp blade, and that's another lost shirt. There's movement behind him again, and something that sounds suspiciously like the safety of Yucchi's air pistol clicking.
Koki can't keep quiet when he feels the cool metal and plastic of the gun barrel press directly against the back of his neck. He knows it's completely fucked up how hard that makes him, but the same can be said for the other two. Junno's got a hand on himself as he stares down at Koki, and his voice is rough when he speaks.
"Such a pretty picture you make, Koki. I think for now I'll sit back and watch, see what Yuichi is capable of."
Koki nods, as much as he's able to with the gun pressed into his neck, and tries not to moan too loudly when the weight disappears from his legs. Hands pull at his waist, and Koki pushes himself onto his hands and knees; the gun remains pressed against his skin.
"You're going to get yourself ready for me, Koki." Yucchi's voice sounds thick, like he hasn't spoken in years, and Koki loves that it's mostly all because of him. It makes him feel powerful, even though it doesn't look that way from the outside.
Junno lets go of his knife long enough to unfasten Koki's fatigues and pull them down his thighs, along with his boxers. The gun disappears for a moment as Yucchi helps Junno, and then it trails up his spine again. Koki feels a little impatient, but Junno passes him a crumpled tube and nudges him to turn over. Yucchi backs off to allow it, and when Koki settles on his back his breath hitches.
Junno's fingers are dancing along the edge of his blade and his stare is intense, almost hungry. Yucchi is practically in the same state as he caresses the trigger guard. It's a startlingly good look for him. Koki's mouth seems to have gone dry, and he thinks he might have forgotten how to open the lube.
Somehow he manages to slick his fingers, unable to decide who to look at. Koki's eyes slip shut the second he presses two fingers inside himself, though. He's fast but thorough, and he knows his limits. Koki moans as he adds a third finger, and he stretches himself out just a little more before the bed dips.
Yucchi is looming over him, pants undone and pulled down just enough to free his cock. His gun is still clenched in one fist, and Koki spreads his legs as wide apart as he can. Yucchi wastes no time, and unceremoniously hooks one of Koki's legs over his shoulder as he presses in slowly. The stretch burns, but in a good way, and for a second Koki forgets how to breathe. He's reminded how when the barrel of the gun presses against the hollow of his throat, and Koki gasps at the shock of cold metal.
Finally Yucchi is moving, every thrust jostling the pistol, and Koki can't keep up. He doesn't know if he's allowed to touch, so he curls his fingers into the sheets. Out of the corner of his eye, Koki can see Junno; he looks like he wants to shove Yucchi out of the way, like he doesn't really want to share. It's too much, not enough, and Koki just tries to concentrate on breathing.
He feels Yucchi's rhythm falter and his orgasm pulse deep inside him, and Koki whines. It's always a weird feeling, but Koki doesn't have time to philosophize. Yucchi pulls out, careful as he lets Koki's leg down.
In complete contrast to Yucchi's somewhat careful handling, Junno is like a whirlwind. He kisses Koki with more teeth than tenderness, and Koki loves it.
"Hold this." Junno laughs a little wickedly as he holds the knife to Koki's lips, waiting for him to bite down on the blade. Koki can hear Yucchi gasp, but he needs to concentrate on holding still as Junno nearly folds him in half. He presses into Koki all in one go, and then carefully relieves Koki of his knife-holding duties.
"Come on," Koki growls, arching up as best he can. Junno actually listens, the hand holding the knife in a reverse-grip resting next to Koki's head bracing his thrusts. The bedsprings creak with the force of Junno's thrusts, and Koki fights to slide a hand between them and around his cock.
They're sweaty and slick and it's getting hard for Koki to breathe. He's so close, and he's pretty sure they're scaring Yucchi with the ferocity of their fucking but Koki isn't worried about that because he can nearly taste his orgasm. Or maybe it's blood from where Junno bit his lip a little too hard.
Junno leans forward, the tendons in his neck standing out as he strains to reach the side of Koki's neck. His lips barely brush Koki's pulse point, and then Junno's biting down, hard, and it sends Koki over the edge.
Koki comes harder than he can ever remember, and he opens his eyes when he feels a suffocating weight on top of him. Junno's eyes are glassy as he catches his breath, and he comes back to himself when Koki pokes him in the side. Junno grins and kisses him swiftly before rolling off of him.
"So, Yuichi, wanna play again sometime?"
The stretched out muscles and inevitable bruises are worth it when Koki turns his head in time to see Yucchi's response.
"Hell yes," he says, and Koki barely raises a fist to bump Junno's.
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, knifeplay, gunplay, rough sex
Word Count: 1488
Summary: Sometimes things get a little rough.
Notes: This was written for the guns / blades square of my kink_bingo card. It has both!
Koki really enjoys getting to play survival games with Junno and Yucchi, especially the days that Junno carries a gratuitous knife strapped to his thigh. Those days Yucchi makes himself scarce once they're done; he'd come upon them once, gone comically pale, and stuttered out an apology before stumbling back to base. It must have been startling to find them half-undressed with Junno pressing the flat of the blade against Koki's throat.
It looks like that's how today is going to go, if Junno's smirk is anything to go by. Koki wills himself to focus on the game and not the post-game activities. He's just glad he'd picked out a t-shirt that had seen better days; after he'd lost a couple of shirts he really liked, Koki had learned his lesson.
The game goes by quickly under Yucchi's command, and he claps Junno on the back and leans in close to whisper something in his ear. Koki wonders what he could have said when they both exchange glances with each other and at him, and he wonders what he's in store for later. Hopefully Yucchi wants to play; Koki would be lying if he said he'd never imagined him in place of Junno, or even himself during this activity.
The three of them head back to base, a little cabin they'd rented for the weekend. Koki is more curious than suspicious in regards to Yucchi tagging along, but he still isn't expecting it when he's the one shoving him up against the door when they shut it. Junno looms over his shoulder, eyes black with something like lust as Koki's caged by Yucchi's surprisingly strong arms.
Koki can't really help the broken little moan he lets slip as one of Yucchi's knees nudge his thighs apart. That only encourages him, and Koki gasps when Junno speaks.
"Yuichi finally decided he wants to play too, Koki. He wants to use his piece. Don't worry, though, Koki; we'll take good care of you."
Koki nods, unsure if he should say anything, and allows Yucchi to drag him to the bedroom. The beds are narrow, but there's plenty of room for Junno's intentions. He hangs back, watching as Koki falls backward onto the closest mattress. Nakamaru keeps going, climbing up to sit across Koki's thighs.
Junno's boots echo as he crosses the room, his pace deliberate and measured as he makes sure both Koki and Nakamaru are watching. He drags his fingers along the handle of his knife, almost stroking it as he unsheathes it. Out of the corner of his eye, Koki sees Yucchi flick his tongue to wet his lips; Koki isn't sure if it's that simple movement or not that makes him fully aware of how hard he is. He arches up against Yucchi in an attempt to get some friction, but he's halted by Junno's murmur of deep disapproval.
"Now, now, Koki. You know the rules. Yuichi, let him roll over for me."
There's a bit of a scuffle, but Koki ends up with Yucchi sitting on the backs of his calves. He's got his head cradled on his crossed arms, and he shivers underneath Junno's touch. Koki hears Yucchi gasp behind him, and feels the tip of Junno's knife drag up the center of his back. The thin cotton of his t-shirt parts beneath the sharp blade, and that's another lost shirt. There's movement behind him again, and something that sounds suspiciously like the safety of Yucchi's air pistol clicking.
Koki can't keep quiet when he feels the cool metal and plastic of the gun barrel press directly against the back of his neck. He knows it's completely fucked up how hard that makes him, but the same can be said for the other two. Junno's got a hand on himself as he stares down at Koki, and his voice is rough when he speaks.
"Such a pretty picture you make, Koki. I think for now I'll sit back and watch, see what Yuichi is capable of."
Koki nods, as much as he's able to with the gun pressed into his neck, and tries not to moan too loudly when the weight disappears from his legs. Hands pull at his waist, and Koki pushes himself onto his hands and knees; the gun remains pressed against his skin.
"You're going to get yourself ready for me, Koki." Yucchi's voice sounds thick, like he hasn't spoken in years, and Koki loves that it's mostly all because of him. It makes him feel powerful, even though it doesn't look that way from the outside.
Junno lets go of his knife long enough to unfasten Koki's fatigues and pull them down his thighs, along with his boxers. The gun disappears for a moment as Yucchi helps Junno, and then it trails up his spine again. Koki feels a little impatient, but Junno passes him a crumpled tube and nudges him to turn over. Yucchi backs off to allow it, and when Koki settles on his back his breath hitches.
Junno's fingers are dancing along the edge of his blade and his stare is intense, almost hungry. Yucchi is practically in the same state as he caresses the trigger guard. It's a startlingly good look for him. Koki's mouth seems to have gone dry, and he thinks he might have forgotten how to open the lube.
Somehow he manages to slick his fingers, unable to decide who to look at. Koki's eyes slip shut the second he presses two fingers inside himself, though. He's fast but thorough, and he knows his limits. Koki moans as he adds a third finger, and he stretches himself out just a little more before the bed dips.
Yucchi is looming over him, pants undone and pulled down just enough to free his cock. His gun is still clenched in one fist, and Koki spreads his legs as wide apart as he can. Yucchi wastes no time, and unceremoniously hooks one of Koki's legs over his shoulder as he presses in slowly. The stretch burns, but in a good way, and for a second Koki forgets how to breathe. He's reminded how when the barrel of the gun presses against the hollow of his throat, and Koki gasps at the shock of cold metal.
Finally Yucchi is moving, every thrust jostling the pistol, and Koki can't keep up. He doesn't know if he's allowed to touch, so he curls his fingers into the sheets. Out of the corner of his eye, Koki can see Junno; he looks like he wants to shove Yucchi out of the way, like he doesn't really want to share. It's too much, not enough, and Koki just tries to concentrate on breathing.
He feels Yucchi's rhythm falter and his orgasm pulse deep inside him, and Koki whines. It's always a weird feeling, but Koki doesn't have time to philosophize. Yucchi pulls out, careful as he lets Koki's leg down.
In complete contrast to Yucchi's somewhat careful handling, Junno is like a whirlwind. He kisses Koki with more teeth than tenderness, and Koki loves it.
"Hold this." Junno laughs a little wickedly as he holds the knife to Koki's lips, waiting for him to bite down on the blade. Koki can hear Yucchi gasp, but he needs to concentrate on holding still as Junno nearly folds him in half. He presses into Koki all in one go, and then carefully relieves Koki of his knife-holding duties.
"Come on," Koki growls, arching up as best he can. Junno actually listens, the hand holding the knife in a reverse-grip resting next to Koki's head bracing his thrusts. The bedsprings creak with the force of Junno's thrusts, and Koki fights to slide a hand between them and around his cock.
They're sweaty and slick and it's getting hard for Koki to breathe. He's so close, and he's pretty sure they're scaring Yucchi with the ferocity of their fucking but Koki isn't worried about that because he can nearly taste his orgasm. Or maybe it's blood from where Junno bit his lip a little too hard.
Junno leans forward, the tendons in his neck standing out as he strains to reach the side of Koki's neck. His lips barely brush Koki's pulse point, and then Junno's biting down, hard, and it sends Koki over the edge.
Koki comes harder than he can ever remember, and he opens his eyes when he feels a suffocating weight on top of him. Junno's eyes are glassy as he catches his breath, and he comes back to himself when Koki pokes him in the side. Junno grins and kisses him swiftly before rolling off of him.
"So, Yuichi, wanna play again sometime?"
The stretched out muscles and inevitable bruises are worth it when Koki turns his head in time to see Yucchi's response.
"Hell yes," he says, and Koki barely raises a fist to bump Junno's.