inked imaginings/kink bingo fill
Title: Inked Imaginings
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R-- frottage, dry-humping
Word Count: 965
Summary: He's always wanted one; why not talk it out?
Notes: Written for the tattoos/tattooing square of my kink_bingo card. I still miss je_levy's steampunk AU; this takes place after the last installment.
Koki is worn thin; he's had a day full of trying his best not to snore during a particularly boring Parliament session, and his neck kind of aches from all of the startling awake. He's in a bit of a strop, and he doesn't mean to be so short when Junno tries to help him out of his heavy Imperial robes.
Junno withdraws, uncharacteristically subdued. It's only after Koki's calmed down that he starts to feel bad, and he sweeps through the curtain that divides Ue-sama's chambers from their own. He’s curled up on the bed, back to Koki, and it’s then that he really feels awful about the way he’d acted.
Koki crawls up behind Junno, his stockings rolling down with each step. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, alarmed at Junno’s stillness. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, and the only response he gets is Junno squeezing the hand he’s slung over his hips.
Finally, after a lengthy silence, Junno dislodges Koki and rolls onto his back, urging him closer when he’s settled. He’s content to stay like that for a while, but then Koki’s hand begins wandering. Junno looks down at him, and Koki smiles up, shifting to straddle his legs.
“Just lie back,” Koki says, hands already working at the buttons of Junno’s breeches. It isn’t long before he’s got them open and yanked down; Junno’s wriggling to help him. He looks stupidly expectant, and Koki grins a little.
He mostly ignores Junno’s burgeoning erection, more taken with the tattoo inked high on his thigh. He’s never really spent much time focused on it, and today seems to be a good day to start.
Koki drags a finger lightly along its stark black lines, tracing the crossed edges of the number. Junno sighs, relaxing into the pillows, content to let Koki’s fingers wander. “D’you still want one?” he asks.
“Yes,” Koki says, unable to resist leaning forward to press his lips against the ink. It has a slightly different texture than the unmarred skin around it. He almost imagines it has a gunpowder tang, though that’s probably just one of the lingering scents from outdoors that clings to Junno.
“It would hurt, I’m telling you.” Junno’s eyes are closed. “I still think you might be the worrisome sort of crazy, you know.”
“Am not,” Koki protests. “I like the way it looks.”
“Of course you do. Did you know that it’s lots of needles poking ink into your skin? Not sure you’d be able to take it.”
“I could too.” Koki looks up at Junno, pinching his thigh in a retaliation of sorts. That gets a gasp out of him, and Koki smiles innocently. His fingers dance along the tattoo one more time, and then he presses one last kiss against it. He crawls back up the length of Junno’s body, earning a whine. “Tell me more.”
“Well, Koki, first your skin gets scraped smooth, and then cleaned. It stings starting then.” Junno’s voice is low, as if it’s a secret he’s telling. Koki nods, attention fully on his words. “Then the needles start, over and over as they prick into your skin.” He drags his metal fingers up Koki’s back, startling a little scream from him.
Junno laughs, and Koki punches him in the side. That shuts him up for a minute, and then Junno is urging Koki to straddle him. His fingers drag along the small of his back, and Koki can’t help but roll his hips against Junno’s. “Bet you’d get one along here, wouldn’t you?”
Koki shrugs; he hasn’t thought that far in advance. “Maybe.”
“I hear that would hurt especially badly. All that thin skin stretched across bones, you know.” Junno presses metal fingertips along Koki’s spine, drawing a gasp from him. They keep tracing patterns against his skin, and Koki jerks, inadvertently grinding against him.
This time Junno gasps, and he falls silent, both of his hands gripping Koki’s hips. Koki takes the hint, wrapping one hand around the both of them and stroking. It’s dry, and Koki’s hand barely makes it the whole way around them, but it’s enough.
“Next free day you have,” Junno murmurs, “you’ll spend the day in bed while I draw my design on you.”
“Oh.” Just the thought has Koki spilling over his hand; he knows it won’t be exactly the same but to have a visible mark sounds enticing. He stills, completely lost in thought, until Junno nudges him.
“Turn around in my lap.”
Koki doesn’t really want to move, but he wipes his hand on the sheets and follows instructions. Once he’s settled, he can feel Junno thrusting against his ass, his real hand holding him in place. He almost expects it when Junno begins scraping designs into his back. It tickles, just a little, and his squirming tips Junno over the edge; sticky warmth paints his ass and the back of his thighs, and Koki feels used in a most delicious way.
He stays there until Junno pats his hip, and then Koki crawls away, careful to not get the sheets too messy. He wonders what the staff think, what with Junno taking filthy sheets to be washed every few days. It makes him laugh, and Junno joins in; a glance over his shoulder shows that he knows exactly what Koki’s thinking of.
“Go clean up,” Junno says, gently smacking Koki. He makes a show of sighing. “I’ll take the wet spot since you’ve had a long day.”
When he returns, Junno is already dozing, far from where he’d wiped his hand, and Koki quietly slips under the covers. Maybe tomorrow he’ll be well-rested, or maybe tomorrow he’ll just make Parliament break for a naptime-- it seems like something that Ue-sama would do.
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R-- frottage, dry-humping
Word Count: 965
Summary: He's always wanted one; why not talk it out?
Notes: Written for the tattoos/tattooing square of my kink_bingo card. I still miss je_levy's steampunk AU; this takes place after the last installment.
Koki is worn thin; he's had a day full of trying his best not to snore during a particularly boring Parliament session, and his neck kind of aches from all of the startling awake. He's in a bit of a strop, and he doesn't mean to be so short when Junno tries to help him out of his heavy Imperial robes.
Junno withdraws, uncharacteristically subdued. It's only after Koki's calmed down that he starts to feel bad, and he sweeps through the curtain that divides Ue-sama's chambers from their own. He’s curled up on the bed, back to Koki, and it’s then that he really feels awful about the way he’d acted.
Koki crawls up behind Junno, his stockings rolling down with each step. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, alarmed at Junno’s stillness. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, and the only response he gets is Junno squeezing the hand he’s slung over his hips.
Finally, after a lengthy silence, Junno dislodges Koki and rolls onto his back, urging him closer when he’s settled. He’s content to stay like that for a while, but then Koki’s hand begins wandering. Junno looks down at him, and Koki smiles up, shifting to straddle his legs.
“Just lie back,” Koki says, hands already working at the buttons of Junno’s breeches. It isn’t long before he’s got them open and yanked down; Junno’s wriggling to help him. He looks stupidly expectant, and Koki grins a little.
He mostly ignores Junno’s burgeoning erection, more taken with the tattoo inked high on his thigh. He’s never really spent much time focused on it, and today seems to be a good day to start.
Koki drags a finger lightly along its stark black lines, tracing the crossed edges of the number. Junno sighs, relaxing into the pillows, content to let Koki’s fingers wander. “D’you still want one?” he asks.
“Yes,” Koki says, unable to resist leaning forward to press his lips against the ink. It has a slightly different texture than the unmarred skin around it. He almost imagines it has a gunpowder tang, though that’s probably just one of the lingering scents from outdoors that clings to Junno.
“It would hurt, I’m telling you.” Junno’s eyes are closed. “I still think you might be the worrisome sort of crazy, you know.”
“Am not,” Koki protests. “I like the way it looks.”
“Of course you do. Did you know that it’s lots of needles poking ink into your skin? Not sure you’d be able to take it.”
“I could too.” Koki looks up at Junno, pinching his thigh in a retaliation of sorts. That gets a gasp out of him, and Koki smiles innocently. His fingers dance along the tattoo one more time, and then he presses one last kiss against it. He crawls back up the length of Junno’s body, earning a whine. “Tell me more.”
“Well, Koki, first your skin gets scraped smooth, and then cleaned. It stings starting then.” Junno’s voice is low, as if it’s a secret he’s telling. Koki nods, attention fully on his words. “Then the needles start, over and over as they prick into your skin.” He drags his metal fingers up Koki’s back, startling a little scream from him.
Junno laughs, and Koki punches him in the side. That shuts him up for a minute, and then Junno is urging Koki to straddle him. His fingers drag along the small of his back, and Koki can’t help but roll his hips against Junno’s. “Bet you’d get one along here, wouldn’t you?”
Koki shrugs; he hasn’t thought that far in advance. “Maybe.”
“I hear that would hurt especially badly. All that thin skin stretched across bones, you know.” Junno presses metal fingertips along Koki’s spine, drawing a gasp from him. They keep tracing patterns against his skin, and Koki jerks, inadvertently grinding against him.
This time Junno gasps, and he falls silent, both of his hands gripping Koki’s hips. Koki takes the hint, wrapping one hand around the both of them and stroking. It’s dry, and Koki’s hand barely makes it the whole way around them, but it’s enough.
“Next free day you have,” Junno murmurs, “you’ll spend the day in bed while I draw my design on you.”
“Oh.” Just the thought has Koki spilling over his hand; he knows it won’t be exactly the same but to have a visible mark sounds enticing. He stills, completely lost in thought, until Junno nudges him.
“Turn around in my lap.”
Koki doesn’t really want to move, but he wipes his hand on the sheets and follows instructions. Once he’s settled, he can feel Junno thrusting against his ass, his real hand holding him in place. He almost expects it when Junno begins scraping designs into his back. It tickles, just a little, and his squirming tips Junno over the edge; sticky warmth paints his ass and the back of his thighs, and Koki feels used in a most delicious way.
He stays there until Junno pats his hip, and then Koki crawls away, careful to not get the sheets too messy. He wonders what the staff think, what with Junno taking filthy sheets to be washed every few days. It makes him laugh, and Junno joins in; a glance over his shoulder shows that he knows exactly what Koki’s thinking of.
“Go clean up,” Junno says, gently smacking Koki. He makes a show of sighing. “I’ll take the wet spot since you’ve had a long day.”
When he returns, Junno is already dozing, far from where he’d wiped his hand, and Koki quietly slips under the covers. Maybe tomorrow he’ll be well-rested, or maybe tomorrow he’ll just make Parliament break for a naptime-- it seems like something that Ue-sama would do.