breathing room/kink bingo fill
Title: Breathing Room
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Ueda Tatsuya
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, breathplay
Word Count: 809
Summary: Sometimes Nakamaru can be talked into things.
Notes: Written for the breathplay square of my kink_bingo card. I mean, I couldn't not: Because Reasons.
“Thought you were being cute, right, Yuichi?” Ueda’s voice has that vaguely sarcastic sort of lilt, and Nakamaru wonders what they’re talking about. Ueda’s fingers dancing along his collar to pull his bowtie tight against his throat remind him quickly, though.
“Ye-es,” Nakamaru manages to wheeze out; Ueda’s grip is strong.
“Bet you’d like to do it again, right?” Nakamaru freezes at that, and the way Ueda chuckles against his ear goes straight to his dick. He shifts in his seat, trousers suddenly uncomfortable. “I’d let you, just this once. I heard you get off harder if you can’t breathe.”
The constriction around his throat abruptly lessens, and Nakamaru takes a deep breath. He turns in his seat in time to see Ueda throw the lock on the dressing room door. Nakamaru is silent as Ueda unzips his trousers and settles back on the couch; his gaze is challenging, and Nakamaru doesn’t want to chicken out over this.
He feels as if he’s watching himself from outside as he crosses the room to stand in front of Ueda. Nakamaru can’t tear his eyes away from the knot of Ueda’s tie; it seems to be teasing him from where it’s resting snug against Ueda’s throat. Ueda smirks up at him as he lazily strokes his cock.
“Well then? Are you really gonna do it?” Something about the way Ueda says it makes Nakamaru want to choke him. Not hard enough to seriously harm him; just enough to see what it’s like to see Ueda lose control. It’s a rare sight.
“Yeah,” he says, taking a seat next to Ueda and facing him. Nakamaru reaches out, stroking his fingers along the bare skin above Ueda’s starched collar, and then wraps the end of his tie around his fist. The silk is cool against his skin, and Ueda’s breath is hot as he sighs a little.
Nakamaru knows it should feel more awkward to be sitting next to Ueda, the both of them still dressed in their suit jackets and stiff shirts, but it doesn’t. He’s concentrating more on the slight rise and fall of Ueda’s adams apple as he slowly pulls the knot of his tie tighter and tighter. It’s almost imperceptible, the way Ueda’s hand speeds up the more his breath is cut off, and Nakamaru wishes he’d had the foresight to unfasten his own trousers before they’d gotten started.
He pauses, letting go of Ueda’s tie to do just that, thrilling a bit at the little displeased noise Ueda makes and the way his brow furrows. When the other realizes what he’s doing, though, the self-assured smirk is back.
“Knew you’d like it, and we haven’t even properly started yet.”
Nakamaru doesn’t respond; he’s more preoccupied with freeing himself from the confines of his trousers and underwear. He gives himself a couple of experimental tugs, palm dry but just the right sort of friction, and then wraps the end of the tie around his free hand once again. This time he’s much less gentle as he pulls at it, holding steady pressure when Ueda barely nods.
It’s a treat to watch the way Ueda’s cheeks flush, and how his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and Nakamaru jerks himself a little harder at the sight. Ueda’s still able to breathe, just more shallowly, and Nakamaru imagines that the pulse pounding in his neck is fast like a little bird’s heart. He wants to touch it and see, but he’d have to loosen his hold on the tie or himself, and neither of those are viable options at this moment.
Ueda’s hand is flying up and down his cock, and he barely nods at Nakamaru. “More, Yuichi, so close,” he gasps, and Nakamaru can’t deny him.
Nakamaru pulls the tie just a tiny bit tighter, stroking himself even harder. That tiny pressure is all Ueda needs, apparently, and Nakamaru is entranced by the way he falls apart. His brow furrows, eyes shutting of their own accord, and he barely brings his other hand up in time to minimize the mess of his orgasm.
It’s quite a picture, and Nakamaru feels himself falling toward the edge. He barely lets go of Ueda’s tie in time to cup a hand around himself as he finishes, vision going blurry around the edges and he’s not even the one with his air cut off. Nakamaru slumps bonelessly against the back of the couch, breath whooshing out of him like he’d been sucker-punched, and cuts his eyes over to Ueda.
Ueda is relaxed against the couch cushions, eyes closed and a peaceful little smile on his face. He’s taking deep breaths, seemingly savoring them, and it’s a minute before he opens his eyes to regard Nakamaru.
“Next time you can try,” he says, and Nakamaru is quick to agree. It had been breathtakingly fun.
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Ueda Tatsuya
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, breathplay
Word Count: 809
Summary: Sometimes Nakamaru can be talked into things.
Notes: Written for the breathplay square of my kink_bingo card. I mean, I couldn't not: Because Reasons.
“Thought you were being cute, right, Yuichi?” Ueda’s voice has that vaguely sarcastic sort of lilt, and Nakamaru wonders what they’re talking about. Ueda’s fingers dancing along his collar to pull his bowtie tight against his throat remind him quickly, though.
“Ye-es,” Nakamaru manages to wheeze out; Ueda’s grip is strong.
“Bet you’d like to do it again, right?” Nakamaru freezes at that, and the way Ueda chuckles against his ear goes straight to his dick. He shifts in his seat, trousers suddenly uncomfortable. “I’d let you, just this once. I heard you get off harder if you can’t breathe.”
The constriction around his throat abruptly lessens, and Nakamaru takes a deep breath. He turns in his seat in time to see Ueda throw the lock on the dressing room door. Nakamaru is silent as Ueda unzips his trousers and settles back on the couch; his gaze is challenging, and Nakamaru doesn’t want to chicken out over this.
He feels as if he’s watching himself from outside as he crosses the room to stand in front of Ueda. Nakamaru can’t tear his eyes away from the knot of Ueda’s tie; it seems to be teasing him from where it’s resting snug against Ueda’s throat. Ueda smirks up at him as he lazily strokes his cock.
“Well then? Are you really gonna do it?” Something about the way Ueda says it makes Nakamaru want to choke him. Not hard enough to seriously harm him; just enough to see what it’s like to see Ueda lose control. It’s a rare sight.
“Yeah,” he says, taking a seat next to Ueda and facing him. Nakamaru reaches out, stroking his fingers along the bare skin above Ueda’s starched collar, and then wraps the end of his tie around his fist. The silk is cool against his skin, and Ueda’s breath is hot as he sighs a little.
Nakamaru knows it should feel more awkward to be sitting next to Ueda, the both of them still dressed in their suit jackets and stiff shirts, but it doesn’t. He’s concentrating more on the slight rise and fall of Ueda’s adams apple as he slowly pulls the knot of his tie tighter and tighter. It’s almost imperceptible, the way Ueda’s hand speeds up the more his breath is cut off, and Nakamaru wishes he’d had the foresight to unfasten his own trousers before they’d gotten started.
He pauses, letting go of Ueda’s tie to do just that, thrilling a bit at the little displeased noise Ueda makes and the way his brow furrows. When the other realizes what he’s doing, though, the self-assured smirk is back.
“Knew you’d like it, and we haven’t even properly started yet.”
Nakamaru doesn’t respond; he’s more preoccupied with freeing himself from the confines of his trousers and underwear. He gives himself a couple of experimental tugs, palm dry but just the right sort of friction, and then wraps the end of the tie around his free hand once again. This time he’s much less gentle as he pulls at it, holding steady pressure when Ueda barely nods.
It’s a treat to watch the way Ueda’s cheeks flush, and how his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and Nakamaru jerks himself a little harder at the sight. Ueda’s still able to breathe, just more shallowly, and Nakamaru imagines that the pulse pounding in his neck is fast like a little bird’s heart. He wants to touch it and see, but he’d have to loosen his hold on the tie or himself, and neither of those are viable options at this moment.
Ueda’s hand is flying up and down his cock, and he barely nods at Nakamaru. “More, Yuichi, so close,” he gasps, and Nakamaru can’t deny him.
Nakamaru pulls the tie just a tiny bit tighter, stroking himself even harder. That tiny pressure is all Ueda needs, apparently, and Nakamaru is entranced by the way he falls apart. His brow furrows, eyes shutting of their own accord, and he barely brings his other hand up in time to minimize the mess of his orgasm.
It’s quite a picture, and Nakamaru feels himself falling toward the edge. He barely lets go of Ueda’s tie in time to cup a hand around himself as he finishes, vision going blurry around the edges and he’s not even the one with his air cut off. Nakamaru slumps bonelessly against the back of the couch, breath whooshing out of him like he’d been sucker-punched, and cuts his eyes over to Ueda.
Ueda is relaxed against the couch cushions, eyes closed and a peaceful little smile on his face. He’s taking deep breaths, seemingly savoring them, and it’s a minute before he opens his eyes to regard Nakamaru.
“Next time you can try,” he says, and Nakamaru is quick to agree. It had been breathtakingly fun.