patience and other virtues
Title: Patience and Other Virtues
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 2870
Summary: Koki's patience is tested.
Notes: Because Reasons.
Koki's almost done with his portion of the latest photoshoot. He's having a good time, looking needy for the camera and tangling himself in the strings that had been set up, when it happens.
"Hey," Junno whispers, not very quiet at all, "maybe you'd like to adjust your shirt or something. I can kind of see your boner."
Koki stiffens, in more ways than one, and hopes his shirt drapes in a way that makes his problem a little less noticeable. No one else seems the wiser, even with Junno's outburst, so Koki relaxes and finishes his pictures.
Junno follows along after him when he goes back to the dressing room, an extra shadow. Koki ignores him, at least until Junno does a very strange thing and takes the dirtied shirt from him, neatly folding it and putting it in his bag.
"What are you doing?"
"What's it look like? Just hush and get changed; you're coming home with me after this." Junno says it sharply, like he knows Koki's got no other choice than to listen, and finishes arranging his bag without another word. His tone makes the spark of arousal that he'd mostly squashed flare up again, and Koki's only a little angry with himself for agreeing to these things so easily.
Though to be honest, he really does like it, the way Junno gets decisive sometimes.
“What will you tell me if you need me to stop?” Junno doesn’t look over as he concentrates on the traffic.
Koki hums for a second, thinking about it. “Red,” he says. “That will be simple enough. What did you have in mind, anyway?”
Junno laughs a little before answering. “You looked like such a delightful pet. How about I’ve just bought you from some miserable auction, and I’m getting you settled in-- a bath, a little dinner, and well, I’m sure you can figure out the rest. Does that sound good?”
“It does. You borrowed that shirt to make it that much more realistic?”
“Yeah. You know I keep all of my things too clean to have anything that would fit the bill.” They’re at a stoplight, and Junno glances over. “You’re really okay with it? We’d start as soon as we stepped in the door and you got that shirt on.”
“Yes,” Koki says. He can’t actually wait, and he’s glad the drive is almost over.
Shortly after they fall silent again, they arrive. Koki grabs Junno’s bag and digs through it, pulling the shirt out.
“Eager, are we?” Junno grins as Koki shrugs in answer. He shuts the door behind them, watching in amusement as Koki strips in the entrance, leaving his clothes in a messy pile next to their bags. The dirtied shirt hangs loose on Koki, almost to his knees, and he fidgets with the ends of the sleeves as he turns to Junno.
Koki is silent as he takes in his surroundings. His new home is tidy, shelves organized meticulously and floors shiny-clean, and he feels acutely how dirty he is in comparison. He’s startled from his thoughts, though, when his new owner’s hand clasps the back of his neck.
“First things first, pet. You need to bathe.” Gentle pressure guides Koki forward, further into the flat. The first door they come to is where they stop, and tentatively Koki opens it. “Good, go on.”
He’s pressed forward again, and Koki hisses at how cold the tiled floor is against his bare feet. The plush bath mat is the best refuge yet, and he waits as Owner runs the bath. Koki wonders what his name is, or what he should call him, but he’s not sure if he should speak out of hand. He’d gotten into lots of trouble for that in the past.
Koki is startled when damp hands brush against his thighs before beginning to unbutton his shirt from the bottom up. “It’s okay. Do you actually know how to speak?”
“Yes,” Koki says. His voice is a little rough from staying so quiet; he swallows a couple of times before trying again. “What do I call you, sir?”
By now, Koki’s shirt is completely open and hanging off his shoulders, and Owner lets go of him to fuss with the taps. Once he’s finished with that, Owner turns his attention to Koki and his shirt again, pulling gently at his cuffs to pull the shirt off of him. “Well, you can call me Junno. ‘Sir’ is just too formal.”
With that declaration, Junno guides Koki to step into the tub. The water is almost too hot, but Koki sinks into it. He’s got to get clean.
He can't help watching mutely as Junno pulls his own shirt over his head and drops it to the floor, the rest of his clothes following with a quiet rustle. Then he joins Koki in the tub, sighing in contentment. "Long day, you know. Starting now, you'll be learning. Lather up a washcloth," Junno says, eyes closed.
Koki shifts, leaning over Junno to reach the neatly folded stack of cloths. He does his best not to splash water everywhere as he slides back to his spot and follows instructions. Once he's done that, Koki waits; he's about to start washing himself when Junno finally cracks one eye open and grins a little lopsidedly.
"Alright now," he says, "be still and pay close attention."
Koki barely nods. He doesn't want to go back; this is by far the nicest place he's ever been.
Junno takes the soapy rag from Koki and drags it slowly down each of his arms, then back up and under them. He's silent as he works, carefully scrubbing Koki's chest and back. "You'll need to be thorough, you know, when I let you show me what you've learned."
Koki nods, trying his best not to arch into the touch. He can feel himself getting hard, especially when Junno firmly drags a cloth-covered hand along him and smirks. He flushes, a little humiliated at himself, and sits up on his knees when Junno tugs at his arms so he can finish cleaning him.
Koki's fully hard by the time Junno rinses the washcloth; he's still sitting up on his knees and practically on display. Junno's eyes are on him, dark as they scrutinize every bit of him, and all Koki can think of is getting off.
Junno seems to know, because he pulls Koki forward so he can rinse his back and whispers in his ear. "You've got to be patient, sweetest." He finishes splashing water down Koki's back and chest, and runs both hands along his arms. "Your turn to show me now," Junno murmurs as he leans back. "Get a fresh washcloth."
Koki leans across Junno again, whimpering a little as his erection nudges against Junno's leg. He can see that he's just as affected, but Junno looks so serene. Koki envies him a little.
Even though he wants to rush and hurry, Koki takes his time as he bathes Junno exactly how he'd been washed. Junno makes a pleased noise when Koki kneads at the tension hidden in his shoulders, and Koki smiles a little to himself. It's an honor to be able to touch his owner, and Koki carefully washes him as his hands get lower.
Junno's eyes open as Koki tentatively touches him. "You still have to wait," he says. "Patience."
Koki nods and bites his lip as he finishes. He should know better than to try and push his way; that's another thing he'd always gotten in trouble with in the past. Finally, it's done, and both of them are clean. Koki drops his hands to his lap and watches as Junno stands and steps out of the tub. He beckons Koki to do the same, and bundles him in a towel before drying himself.
"Come along," Junno says, not waiting to see if Koki follows. They walk down a short hall to a bedroom. The floors are cold here too, and Koki shivers a bit as he finishes drying off properly. He doesn't expect Junno to slide open his closet door, and Koki watches as Junno pulls a fresh shirt out.
"I can see that you're cold, and you aren't wearing that filthy old thing again." Junno drops the new shirt on the bed as he takes the towel from Koki. He takes in all of Koki, silently, before stepping closer and crowding him as he drapes the shirt over Koki’s shoulders. It’s soft and slippery, much nicer than anything else Koki had ever been allowed, and it feels good as he slips his arms into the sleeves. Junno buttons it from the middle down, knuckles brushing Koki’s skin through the silk, and Koki wishes he could touch; the tails of the shirt tickle his legs and the material brushes just right against him.
Koki lifts a hand, then hesitates. He probably shouldn’t ask for so much. Junno catches his movement and smiles, lifting a gentle hand to pet him. His fingers tangle and linger at the nape of Koki’s neck, and Koki leans into the touch.
“I know what you want, pet, and you’ve not earned it yet.” Junno urges Koki to climb onto the bed, following after him but keeping his distance. “On your side, facing me.”
Koki does as he’s told, shirt slipping off of his shoulder a bit. Junno opens his nightstand drawer, distractedly, and returns his attention to the exposed skin of Koki’s collar bone. Koki arches into it with bated breath, letting it out when Junno trails his fingers down the length of his torso. Then Junno sneaks his hand underneath the hem of his shirt, tickling the backs of Koki’s thighs just barely. Koki makes an unhappy protest when Junno takes his hand away; Junno laughs, not unkindly, in response.
He slicks his fingers and settles onto his side. Koki watches, curious as Junno reaches toward him. “Thighs open,” he says, leaning closer to Koki. Their breaths mingle as Koki follows instructions, and just that contact is almost too much.
Koki gasps when Junno’s fingers slide along his crease. Junno smirks, supporting Koki’s leg by sliding his own between his calves, and carefully presses one finger inside Koki. It’s gentle, and slow, and not enough for Koki by far. He’s thankful for the touch, though, and he does his best to hold still for Junno.
Junno adds another finger, slowly pushing them in and out. He’s casual as he does it, keeping a leisurely pace. It’s maddening for Koki; it isn’t enough. He’s got to be patient, is all. Junno’s fingers brush against something deep inside Koki, and he can’t stay still. He jerks, fingers scrabbling into the pillow he’s resting his head on; Junno chuckles and keeps pressing against it with intent.
It’s bad enough that Junno keeps hitting Koki’s prostate from inside; it’s the height of cruelty when he presses his thumb just behind Koki’s balls to stimulate him from the outside too. Koki lets out a gasp, nearly choking from all of the teasing. It won’t be his fault if he rips Junno’s linens apart, and he won’t even be sorry. Hopefully he’ll be forgiven when it happens.
“Please,” Koki groans, knowing that he’s probably breaking some unspoken rule. He can’t hold still, he feels like he’s overheating, and he’s not sure how much longer he can endure.
Junno doesn’t respond. He simply smirks, eyes black as he adds another finger and barely increases his speed. Koki can feel sweat beading along his brow. The silk shirt is beginning to stick to him, awkwardly bunching under his arm and down his spine. Everything is too hot.
Junno watches avidly as Koki begins to fall apart more completely. He keeps going, drinking up all of the little noises Koki is making, lips still teasingly close to Koki’s with no intentions of closing the gap.
One particularly insistent thrust, followed up by Junno holding pressure from both sides has Koki’s eyes watering. Koki lets out a shaky breath, closing them against Junno’s stare, uncaring of the way his eyes leak. He feels too full, and ready to finish, and also a surge of admiration for his owner. If this is what is wanted of him, Koki can push his pride aside for the time being.
He opens his eyes again, flushing at the hungry way Junno is looking at him. Koki swallows, trying to find his voice; it’s a lot smaller than he remembers when he asks again. “Please, sir, please,” he gasps between sobs. The tears are flowing freely now, and Koki doesn’t care how much of a mess he probably looks. Junno looks as if this could be his sustenance, regardless of how disheveled Koki feels.
“Soon. You’re doing very well, you know.” Junno’s voice is soothing. “You may touch yourself now; just go slowly.”
Koki nods, still sniffling softly as he pries one hand from the pillow it had been crushing. His hand shakes as he closes it on himself; his entire body trembles from all of the stimulation. He sucks in a breath, barely able to pull himself off. Koki’s too afraid he’ll finish, and he swallows before attempting to speak. “Sir,” he whispers, “what if I...”
“It’s fine, pet.” Junno’s words are soft but his eyes aren’t as he stares down at Koki. His fingers keep tormenting him.
Koki nods, unable to keep his own eyes open under Junno’s gaze, and strokes. He makes it as far as thumbing his head before orgasm overtakes him. He feels it clench in his gut, or maybe that’s just his own hand, and then it’s too late. Koki moans, brow creased and cheeks still wet; Junno still has his hand on him, in him.
Junno is still there, aggravatingly calm when Koki recovers. He squirms, discomfort taking over. He almost feels embarrassed, barely able to last like that. Still, Koki feels grateful for all of the attention. Without hesitation, he leans forward, pressing his lips against Junno’s in a chaste kiss; he doesn’t care if he doesn’t have permission to touch yet.
Koki reaches out, wrapping his fingers around Junno. He’s hard and heavy in Koki’s hand; he doesn’t push Koki away. “Let me, please,” Koki says, and Junno slips his fingers out of him as he nods. Junno rests his hand against Koki’s side, unmindful of the mess of lubrication marring the silk.
For a moment all Koki does is breathe, barely squeezing Junno. He nudges Junno, hoping he takes the hint and rolls onto his back. He does, and Koki follows, slowly kissing his way down Junno’s chest and tasting the salt of his skin. This time Junno’s fingers scrabble along Koki’s back, unable to get a good grip on his shirt.
This time Junno is trembling under Koki. His abdominal muscles quiver as Koki drags his tongue along them and further down, finally trailing along his dick. Koki laps at the head, staring up at Junno as he does it. His precome is bitter, but the way Junno threads his clean fingers into Koki’s hair is sweet, if only for a moment. In the next instant, he’s using his hold to guide Koki as he works his way to swallowing around him.
Koki closes his eyes, focusing on the clean scent of Junno’s skin as he tastes it. Junno keeps him in place, still trembling. Once Junno’s grip has slackened, Koki begins properly, bobbing back and forth. He swirls his tongue from the base to the tip, lingering at the slit. A choked off gasp is Koki’s only warning before Junno stills, fingers clenching tight at the base of his skull.
He nearly chokes, and his eyes sting again, but Koki manages. He pulls back as he finishes swallowing, and when Koki looks back up at Junno, the other’s gaze is unreadable. He hopes he wasn’t too out of line; hopefully Junno will be lenient. Meekly, Koki lowers his eyes and crawls back up the length of Junno’s torso. He wonders if he’ll be punished; he could endure anything except being sent away.
“Look at me.” Junno’s voice is soft, but still commanding, and Koki obeys. He’s surprised at the kindness he sees. “Even though you were a little out of bounds, pet, you still did very well. This time I’ll allow it, but in the future I’ll have to take action. Do you understand?”
Koki nods, fingers picking at the buttons of his shirt sleeves. He’s quiet, unsure of what to say, and before long, he’s dozed off.
It’s too hot, and Koki’s tangled up. He blinks the sleep from his eyes, whining in a bid to get Junno to wake up and move his arm. The only light in the room is from the bedside lamp; they’ve only been sleeping for a little while.
Junno finally stirs, and it’s with a tired grin that he greets Koki. “That’s a good look for you, Koki. Any chances you’d wanna do that again sometime?”
Koki shoves at Junno, but he can feel his cheeks flush. Junno knows just as well as he does that yeah, he’d like to play again.
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 2870
Summary: Koki's patience is tested.
Notes: Because Reasons.
Koki's almost done with his portion of the latest photoshoot. He's having a good time, looking needy for the camera and tangling himself in the strings that had been set up, when it happens.
"Hey," Junno whispers, not very quiet at all, "maybe you'd like to adjust your shirt or something. I can kind of see your boner."
Koki stiffens, in more ways than one, and hopes his shirt drapes in a way that makes his problem a little less noticeable. No one else seems the wiser, even with Junno's outburst, so Koki relaxes and finishes his pictures.
Junno follows along after him when he goes back to the dressing room, an extra shadow. Koki ignores him, at least until Junno does a very strange thing and takes the dirtied shirt from him, neatly folding it and putting it in his bag.
"What are you doing?"
"What's it look like? Just hush and get changed; you're coming home with me after this." Junno says it sharply, like he knows Koki's got no other choice than to listen, and finishes arranging his bag without another word. His tone makes the spark of arousal that he'd mostly squashed flare up again, and Koki's only a little angry with himself for agreeing to these things so easily.
Though to be honest, he really does like it, the way Junno gets decisive sometimes.
“What will you tell me if you need me to stop?” Junno doesn’t look over as he concentrates on the traffic.
Koki hums for a second, thinking about it. “Red,” he says. “That will be simple enough. What did you have in mind, anyway?”
Junno laughs a little before answering. “You looked like such a delightful pet. How about I’ve just bought you from some miserable auction, and I’m getting you settled in-- a bath, a little dinner, and well, I’m sure you can figure out the rest. Does that sound good?”
“It does. You borrowed that shirt to make it that much more realistic?”
“Yeah. You know I keep all of my things too clean to have anything that would fit the bill.” They’re at a stoplight, and Junno glances over. “You’re really okay with it? We’d start as soon as we stepped in the door and you got that shirt on.”
“Yes,” Koki says. He can’t actually wait, and he’s glad the drive is almost over.
Shortly after they fall silent again, they arrive. Koki grabs Junno’s bag and digs through it, pulling the shirt out.
“Eager, are we?” Junno grins as Koki shrugs in answer. He shuts the door behind them, watching in amusement as Koki strips in the entrance, leaving his clothes in a messy pile next to their bags. The dirtied shirt hangs loose on Koki, almost to his knees, and he fidgets with the ends of the sleeves as he turns to Junno.
Koki is silent as he takes in his surroundings. His new home is tidy, shelves organized meticulously and floors shiny-clean, and he feels acutely how dirty he is in comparison. He’s startled from his thoughts, though, when his new owner’s hand clasps the back of his neck.
“First things first, pet. You need to bathe.” Gentle pressure guides Koki forward, further into the flat. The first door they come to is where they stop, and tentatively Koki opens it. “Good, go on.”
He’s pressed forward again, and Koki hisses at how cold the tiled floor is against his bare feet. The plush bath mat is the best refuge yet, and he waits as Owner runs the bath. Koki wonders what his name is, or what he should call him, but he’s not sure if he should speak out of hand. He’d gotten into lots of trouble for that in the past.
Koki is startled when damp hands brush against his thighs before beginning to unbutton his shirt from the bottom up. “It’s okay. Do you actually know how to speak?”
“Yes,” Koki says. His voice is a little rough from staying so quiet; he swallows a couple of times before trying again. “What do I call you, sir?”
By now, Koki’s shirt is completely open and hanging off his shoulders, and Owner lets go of him to fuss with the taps. Once he’s finished with that, Owner turns his attention to Koki and his shirt again, pulling gently at his cuffs to pull the shirt off of him. “Well, you can call me Junno. ‘Sir’ is just too formal.”
With that declaration, Junno guides Koki to step into the tub. The water is almost too hot, but Koki sinks into it. He’s got to get clean.
He can't help watching mutely as Junno pulls his own shirt over his head and drops it to the floor, the rest of his clothes following with a quiet rustle. Then he joins Koki in the tub, sighing in contentment. "Long day, you know. Starting now, you'll be learning. Lather up a washcloth," Junno says, eyes closed.
Koki shifts, leaning over Junno to reach the neatly folded stack of cloths. He does his best not to splash water everywhere as he slides back to his spot and follows instructions. Once he's done that, Koki waits; he's about to start washing himself when Junno finally cracks one eye open and grins a little lopsidedly.
"Alright now," he says, "be still and pay close attention."
Koki barely nods. He doesn't want to go back; this is by far the nicest place he's ever been.
Junno takes the soapy rag from Koki and drags it slowly down each of his arms, then back up and under them. He's silent as he works, carefully scrubbing Koki's chest and back. "You'll need to be thorough, you know, when I let you show me what you've learned."
Koki nods, trying his best not to arch into the touch. He can feel himself getting hard, especially when Junno firmly drags a cloth-covered hand along him and smirks. He flushes, a little humiliated at himself, and sits up on his knees when Junno tugs at his arms so he can finish cleaning him.
Koki's fully hard by the time Junno rinses the washcloth; he's still sitting up on his knees and practically on display. Junno's eyes are on him, dark as they scrutinize every bit of him, and all Koki can think of is getting off.
Junno seems to know, because he pulls Koki forward so he can rinse his back and whispers in his ear. "You've got to be patient, sweetest." He finishes splashing water down Koki's back and chest, and runs both hands along his arms. "Your turn to show me now," Junno murmurs as he leans back. "Get a fresh washcloth."
Koki leans across Junno again, whimpering a little as his erection nudges against Junno's leg. He can see that he's just as affected, but Junno looks so serene. Koki envies him a little.
Even though he wants to rush and hurry, Koki takes his time as he bathes Junno exactly how he'd been washed. Junno makes a pleased noise when Koki kneads at the tension hidden in his shoulders, and Koki smiles a little to himself. It's an honor to be able to touch his owner, and Koki carefully washes him as his hands get lower.
Junno's eyes open as Koki tentatively touches him. "You still have to wait," he says. "Patience."
Koki nods and bites his lip as he finishes. He should know better than to try and push his way; that's another thing he'd always gotten in trouble with in the past. Finally, it's done, and both of them are clean. Koki drops his hands to his lap and watches as Junno stands and steps out of the tub. He beckons Koki to do the same, and bundles him in a towel before drying himself.
"Come along," Junno says, not waiting to see if Koki follows. They walk down a short hall to a bedroom. The floors are cold here too, and Koki shivers a bit as he finishes drying off properly. He doesn't expect Junno to slide open his closet door, and Koki watches as Junno pulls a fresh shirt out.
"I can see that you're cold, and you aren't wearing that filthy old thing again." Junno drops the new shirt on the bed as he takes the towel from Koki. He takes in all of Koki, silently, before stepping closer and crowding him as he drapes the shirt over Koki’s shoulders. It’s soft and slippery, much nicer than anything else Koki had ever been allowed, and it feels good as he slips his arms into the sleeves. Junno buttons it from the middle down, knuckles brushing Koki’s skin through the silk, and Koki wishes he could touch; the tails of the shirt tickle his legs and the material brushes just right against him.
Koki lifts a hand, then hesitates. He probably shouldn’t ask for so much. Junno catches his movement and smiles, lifting a gentle hand to pet him. His fingers tangle and linger at the nape of Koki’s neck, and Koki leans into the touch.
“I know what you want, pet, and you’ve not earned it yet.” Junno urges Koki to climb onto the bed, following after him but keeping his distance. “On your side, facing me.”
Koki does as he’s told, shirt slipping off of his shoulder a bit. Junno opens his nightstand drawer, distractedly, and returns his attention to the exposed skin of Koki’s collar bone. Koki arches into it with bated breath, letting it out when Junno trails his fingers down the length of his torso. Then Junno sneaks his hand underneath the hem of his shirt, tickling the backs of Koki’s thighs just barely. Koki makes an unhappy protest when Junno takes his hand away; Junno laughs, not unkindly, in response.
He slicks his fingers and settles onto his side. Koki watches, curious as Junno reaches toward him. “Thighs open,” he says, leaning closer to Koki. Their breaths mingle as Koki follows instructions, and just that contact is almost too much.
Koki gasps when Junno’s fingers slide along his crease. Junno smirks, supporting Koki’s leg by sliding his own between his calves, and carefully presses one finger inside Koki. It’s gentle, and slow, and not enough for Koki by far. He’s thankful for the touch, though, and he does his best to hold still for Junno.
Junno adds another finger, slowly pushing them in and out. He’s casual as he does it, keeping a leisurely pace. It’s maddening for Koki; it isn’t enough. He’s got to be patient, is all. Junno’s fingers brush against something deep inside Koki, and he can’t stay still. He jerks, fingers scrabbling into the pillow he’s resting his head on; Junno chuckles and keeps pressing against it with intent.
It’s bad enough that Junno keeps hitting Koki’s prostate from inside; it’s the height of cruelty when he presses his thumb just behind Koki’s balls to stimulate him from the outside too. Koki lets out a gasp, nearly choking from all of the teasing. It won’t be his fault if he rips Junno’s linens apart, and he won’t even be sorry. Hopefully he’ll be forgiven when it happens.
“Please,” Koki groans, knowing that he’s probably breaking some unspoken rule. He can’t hold still, he feels like he’s overheating, and he’s not sure how much longer he can endure.
Junno doesn’t respond. He simply smirks, eyes black as he adds another finger and barely increases his speed. Koki can feel sweat beading along his brow. The silk shirt is beginning to stick to him, awkwardly bunching under his arm and down his spine. Everything is too hot.
Junno watches avidly as Koki begins to fall apart more completely. He keeps going, drinking up all of the little noises Koki is making, lips still teasingly close to Koki’s with no intentions of closing the gap.
One particularly insistent thrust, followed up by Junno holding pressure from both sides has Koki’s eyes watering. Koki lets out a shaky breath, closing them against Junno’s stare, uncaring of the way his eyes leak. He feels too full, and ready to finish, and also a surge of admiration for his owner. If this is what is wanted of him, Koki can push his pride aside for the time being.
He opens his eyes again, flushing at the hungry way Junno is looking at him. Koki swallows, trying to find his voice; it’s a lot smaller than he remembers when he asks again. “Please, sir, please,” he gasps between sobs. The tears are flowing freely now, and Koki doesn’t care how much of a mess he probably looks. Junno looks as if this could be his sustenance, regardless of how disheveled Koki feels.
“Soon. You’re doing very well, you know.” Junno’s voice is soothing. “You may touch yourself now; just go slowly.”
Koki nods, still sniffling softly as he pries one hand from the pillow it had been crushing. His hand shakes as he closes it on himself; his entire body trembles from all of the stimulation. He sucks in a breath, barely able to pull himself off. Koki’s too afraid he’ll finish, and he swallows before attempting to speak. “Sir,” he whispers, “what if I...”
“It’s fine, pet.” Junno’s words are soft but his eyes aren’t as he stares down at Koki. His fingers keep tormenting him.
Koki nods, unable to keep his own eyes open under Junno’s gaze, and strokes. He makes it as far as thumbing his head before orgasm overtakes him. He feels it clench in his gut, or maybe that’s just his own hand, and then it’s too late. Koki moans, brow creased and cheeks still wet; Junno still has his hand on him, in him.
Junno is still there, aggravatingly calm when Koki recovers. He squirms, discomfort taking over. He almost feels embarrassed, barely able to last like that. Still, Koki feels grateful for all of the attention. Without hesitation, he leans forward, pressing his lips against Junno’s in a chaste kiss; he doesn’t care if he doesn’t have permission to touch yet.
Koki reaches out, wrapping his fingers around Junno. He’s hard and heavy in Koki’s hand; he doesn’t push Koki away. “Let me, please,” Koki says, and Junno slips his fingers out of him as he nods. Junno rests his hand against Koki’s side, unmindful of the mess of lubrication marring the silk.
For a moment all Koki does is breathe, barely squeezing Junno. He nudges Junno, hoping he takes the hint and rolls onto his back. He does, and Koki follows, slowly kissing his way down Junno’s chest and tasting the salt of his skin. This time Junno’s fingers scrabble along Koki’s back, unable to get a good grip on his shirt.
This time Junno is trembling under Koki. His abdominal muscles quiver as Koki drags his tongue along them and further down, finally trailing along his dick. Koki laps at the head, staring up at Junno as he does it. His precome is bitter, but the way Junno threads his clean fingers into Koki’s hair is sweet, if only for a moment. In the next instant, he’s using his hold to guide Koki as he works his way to swallowing around him.
Koki closes his eyes, focusing on the clean scent of Junno’s skin as he tastes it. Junno keeps him in place, still trembling. Once Junno’s grip has slackened, Koki begins properly, bobbing back and forth. He swirls his tongue from the base to the tip, lingering at the slit. A choked off gasp is Koki’s only warning before Junno stills, fingers clenching tight at the base of his skull.
He nearly chokes, and his eyes sting again, but Koki manages. He pulls back as he finishes swallowing, and when Koki looks back up at Junno, the other’s gaze is unreadable. He hopes he wasn’t too out of line; hopefully Junno will be lenient. Meekly, Koki lowers his eyes and crawls back up the length of Junno’s torso. He wonders if he’ll be punished; he could endure anything except being sent away.
“Look at me.” Junno’s voice is soft, but still commanding, and Koki obeys. He’s surprised at the kindness he sees. “Even though you were a little out of bounds, pet, you still did very well. This time I’ll allow it, but in the future I’ll have to take action. Do you understand?”
Koki nods, fingers picking at the buttons of his shirt sleeves. He’s quiet, unsure of what to say, and before long, he’s dozed off.
It’s too hot, and Koki’s tangled up. He blinks the sleep from his eyes, whining in a bid to get Junno to wake up and move his arm. The only light in the room is from the bedside lamp; they’ve only been sleeping for a little while.
Junno finally stirs, and it’s with a tired grin that he greets Koki. “That’s a good look for you, Koki. Any chances you’d wanna do that again sometime?”
Koki shoves at Junno, but he can feel his cheeks flush. Junno knows just as well as he does that yeah, he’d like to play again.