when things get rough.../kink bingo fill
Title: When Things Get Rough...
Pairing/Group: Tanaka Koki/Taguchi Junnosuke
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 740
Summary: Sometimes things get a little slap happy.
Notes: Written for the smacking / slapping square of my kink bingo card; just a quick and dirty romp.
It's just a normal evening in, beers and takeaway and television, and Junno is doing that thing where he tries to take as much of the couch as possible. Koki's not in the mood for it.
Koki flops down, hard, onto Junno's lap, gratified at the little wheeze he lets out. That'll teach him to hog the couch, never mind that it's his anyway. Junno shifts underneath him, trying to get more comfortable, but his fingers dig into Koki's ribs in just the right way that he shrieks a bit and elbows Junno. That sparks a full on shoving match, and Koki has had plenty of experience with those.
He ends up turned around in Junno’s lap, straddling him. He digs his knees against Junno’s sides, knocking a little more of his breath away. Their hands are entwined, grappling in a game of mercy that Koki is determined to win. Koki gets one hand free, nearly topples backwards for his efforts, and then he brings it down across Junno’s face.
Koki is appalled, and tries to scramble out of Junno’s lap as he stutters out an apology, but Junno’s arms trap him there. There’s a strange look on his face, and his voice is rough when he speaks.
“Again, Koki. Hit me again.” Junno is completely serious, eyes dark. There’s the faintest red mark where Koki slapped him.
He jostles Koki in his lap again, and Koki bites his lip as he dithers. He’s got a heavy silver ring on his index finger, and he takes it off before he raises his hand again. Junno’s eyes are shining, and it seems like he’s holding his breath. Koki takes a deep breath of his own, and then slaps Junno again. It makes a resounding crack, at least to Koki, and Junno’s eyes flutter shut. His hands squeeze Koki’s hips.
“Yes,” he hisses, and Koki feels slightly less distressed. “Again.”
Koki doesn’t feel as bad this time, and he switches hands. “You are such a freak, Junno,” he says, laughing a little.
“Takes one to know one,” is the snappy retort, and this time when Junno shifts under Koki, something hard presses against his thigh. Koki’s surprised, but not for long. It is kind of hot. He slaps Junno twice more in rapid succession, and then abandons that to tug at his belt buckle. Koki fights the zipper and button of Junno’s jeans, but it’s a quick and easy victory.
Junno takes the chance to try and unfasten Koki’s jeans too, but Koki bats his hands away. Instead Junno makes himself useful and tugs his boxers out of the way. Koki had skipped his today, so all he has to do is shove his jeans down around his thighs. The first touch of Junno’s cock against his shocks a gasp out of Koki, and he fists both hands into Junno’s shirt to pull himself forward and get settled better. Once he feels secure, Koki lets go and smacks Junno. “Come on, touch me,” he growls, and brings his hand down yet again.
Junno does, one big hand wrapping around the both of them. His touch is dry, but that’s fine with Koki because he wants it to be just a little rough. He is essentially beating Junno; he bites the inside of his cheek as he thinks of exactly how they’re beating each other off. He’s not going to gratify Junno with awful jokes too.
It’s hard and fast, and Koki forgets about slapping Junno; he’s too occupied with rolling his hips downward and nipping at his lips to do much more. Junno does something, twisting his wrist around them, and Koki gasps as he spills. It isn’t quite enough for Junno though, because once Koki comes back to himself, Junno is still jerking himself. The cords of his neck stand out and he grits his teeth. He’s so close, Koki can almost feel his desperation, and without thinking he hits him one more time.
Junno groans and stills as he comes. Koki is fascinated, because it’s partially his doing-- Junno’s cheeks are flushed where he’s been slapped, his eyes bright. Really, he hadn’t thought it would be something Junno would have gotten off on.
“We should do that again sometime, Koki,” he says, and Koki finds himself nodding in agreement before his brain catches up. They should definitely get slap happy more often if that’s the result.
Pairing/Group: Tanaka Koki/Taguchi Junnosuke
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 740
Summary: Sometimes things get a little slap happy.
Notes: Written for the smacking / slapping square of my kink bingo card; just a quick and dirty romp.
It's just a normal evening in, beers and takeaway and television, and Junno is doing that thing where he tries to take as much of the couch as possible. Koki's not in the mood for it.
Koki flops down, hard, onto Junno's lap, gratified at the little wheeze he lets out. That'll teach him to hog the couch, never mind that it's his anyway. Junno shifts underneath him, trying to get more comfortable, but his fingers dig into Koki's ribs in just the right way that he shrieks a bit and elbows Junno. That sparks a full on shoving match, and Koki has had plenty of experience with those.
He ends up turned around in Junno’s lap, straddling him. He digs his knees against Junno’s sides, knocking a little more of his breath away. Their hands are entwined, grappling in a game of mercy that Koki is determined to win. Koki gets one hand free, nearly topples backwards for his efforts, and then he brings it down across Junno’s face.
Koki is appalled, and tries to scramble out of Junno’s lap as he stutters out an apology, but Junno’s arms trap him there. There’s a strange look on his face, and his voice is rough when he speaks.
“Again, Koki. Hit me again.” Junno is completely serious, eyes dark. There’s the faintest red mark where Koki slapped him.
He jostles Koki in his lap again, and Koki bites his lip as he dithers. He’s got a heavy silver ring on his index finger, and he takes it off before he raises his hand again. Junno’s eyes are shining, and it seems like he’s holding his breath. Koki takes a deep breath of his own, and then slaps Junno again. It makes a resounding crack, at least to Koki, and Junno’s eyes flutter shut. His hands squeeze Koki’s hips.
“Yes,” he hisses, and Koki feels slightly less distressed. “Again.”
Koki doesn’t feel as bad this time, and he switches hands. “You are such a freak, Junno,” he says, laughing a little.
“Takes one to know one,” is the snappy retort, and this time when Junno shifts under Koki, something hard presses against his thigh. Koki’s surprised, but not for long. It is kind of hot. He slaps Junno twice more in rapid succession, and then abandons that to tug at his belt buckle. Koki fights the zipper and button of Junno’s jeans, but it’s a quick and easy victory.
Junno takes the chance to try and unfasten Koki’s jeans too, but Koki bats his hands away. Instead Junno makes himself useful and tugs his boxers out of the way. Koki had skipped his today, so all he has to do is shove his jeans down around his thighs. The first touch of Junno’s cock against his shocks a gasp out of Koki, and he fists both hands into Junno’s shirt to pull himself forward and get settled better. Once he feels secure, Koki lets go and smacks Junno. “Come on, touch me,” he growls, and brings his hand down yet again.
Junno does, one big hand wrapping around the both of them. His touch is dry, but that’s fine with Koki because he wants it to be just a little rough. He is essentially beating Junno; he bites the inside of his cheek as he thinks of exactly how they’re beating each other off. He’s not going to gratify Junno with awful jokes too.
It’s hard and fast, and Koki forgets about slapping Junno; he’s too occupied with rolling his hips downward and nipping at his lips to do much more. Junno does something, twisting his wrist around them, and Koki gasps as he spills. It isn’t quite enough for Junno though, because once Koki comes back to himself, Junno is still jerking himself. The cords of his neck stand out and he grits his teeth. He’s so close, Koki can almost feel his desperation, and without thinking he hits him one more time.
Junno groans and stills as he comes. Koki is fascinated, because it’s partially his doing-- Junno’s cheeks are flushed where he’s been slapped, his eyes bright. Really, he hadn’t thought it would be something Junno would have gotten off on.
“We should do that again sometime, Koki,” he says, and Koki finds himself nodding in agreement before his brain catches up. They should definitely get slap happy more often if that’s the result.