Something of the Usual
Title: Something of the Usual.
Pairing: Taguchi/Nakamaru
Genre: Slightly romance - Smut, AU
Summary: Taguchi always seemed to have the ability to help him relax at the end of the day.
Note: Prompted by Crossdresser!Nakamaru in the KAT-TUN Joker Game Comic (as well as plot bunnies from
je_levy)
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I wish I knew how I got myself into this... The thought never left his mind as he adjusted the skirt again, staring out into the room full of people. He had been at this for a week now. Usually, the brother impersonating the princess was something uncalled for, but his parents had basically pleaded. He was never one for saying no to his parents, even if the request was completely and utterly ridiculous.
There was too much of a back story to go into for that. It was the typical thing, at least in his family. His sister was being rebellious again and not wanting to go to any of the parties in which her presence was requested. She left on a weekly basis almost, and of course, being the good child, Yuichi just had to fill in for her. It made him wonder, why did they always want her presence at parties and rarely his? It didn't make sense, but he knew he had to go along with it.
So filling in for the princess while she was gone (his parents hadn't even told him where - he considered that they were doing this for their own sick amusement, but the thought left rather quickly) meant sitting in on dinner parties, as well as other parties. That's how he usually spent the evenings - at these sort of parties, denying all of the creeps that tried hitting on him. This one guy in particular (Ueda, he believed the name was) was quite insistent. He couldn't blame his sister for rebelling when it came to these parties as much as she did. If he were actually a girl, he knew he wouldn't like all the attention.
Denying another drink that came his way, Yuichi sighed as he fanned himself with the handkerchief from his brassiere (yes, that too). They had really gone all out with the heavy make-up, the wig, and all of the somewhat bulky dress clothes. He even had to wear high heels - though he had adjusted to those rather quickly. That was something he wasn't sure whether he should be happy about or not. At least he could walk in them, even if he could barely move around in the somewhat tight clothes (how was he expected to fit into his sister's clothes? They were both slim, but of course he had more muscles.) He was left exhausted at the end of the day. He knew there was no point complaining to his parents about it, so he just stuck it up.
But to his comfort (or disdain, Yuichi still wasn't quite sure which) his parents always called for someone to help him out of everything at night, and run him a bath as a way of relaxation. He had to admit that the guy was pretty attractive, albeit being a major airhead in some aspects as well as quite lame. Creepy too, Yuichi thought. There was something peculiar about the way that the male looked at him, and talked sometimes as well. Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked up as they began calling the party to a close. He stood up to bid the guests farewell in the highest voice he could muster (another princess duty - his throat always hurt by the end of the day) before beginning to retreat to his room. He decided not to take off the heels quite yet, as there was always a risk of someone watching him. He always feared for his older sister, in that regard.
Once he was comfortable on the chair in his room, he told the nearby guard he could call for Taguchi (who was the general servant) to come. He was in on everything, so it sort of embarrassed Yuichi. Having anybody other than his parents know that he was dressing as a girl and posing for his sister...he didn't like this situation at all. He was still grateful for the downtime for relaxation, either way. He didn't even bother looking up when he heard the door open, taking off his wig as he fanned himself to cool down. He could feel Taguchi's gaze on him as he remained silent for a moment before bowing and moving closer.
“Nakamaru-sama,” he greeted with the normal quirk in his voice; it was something that Yuichi couldn't put his finger on, but somehow it annoyed him to no end - it felt like he was being mocked.
“Taguchi,” he said curtly in response with a dip of his head, sighing as he leaned back in the chair he was in. At the end of the day, relaxing was the only thing that mattered to him and he knew Taguchi would make sure that happen, despite his over-energetic and excited nature.
Something that bothered Yuichi about him was his eyes. Well, more so the way they scanned his body each time as he took the clothes off. It happened every single time, and it gave him an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.
“How may I be of service today?” He asked, now straightening up from his bow. Yuichi only sighed. Taguchi knew, but he always asked anyways.
“The usual,” he replied simply, the weariness of the day finally catching up with him as he slumped back, Taguchi approaching him. Yuichi tossed the heels to the side as the other knelt in front of him, eyes scanning his figure again as he reached for the top of his stockings, hand brushing against his thigh. Yuichi tried to ignore the sensation in his stomach as he closed his eyes to let Taguchi do his work. It was different that night, though. He noticed that Taguchi was moving significantly slower than usual. Biting back another sigh, he just tried not to let it bother him.
He was sure at least ten minutes had passed before Taguchi had even gotten one stocking off.
“Can't you move any faster than that?” He nearly snapped, patience growing thin. Taguchi only grinned at him.
“I want to do my job properly.” That stopped Yuichi in his tracks, avoiding Taguchi's gaze that had suddenly turned serious. He swallowed and stared at the floor, hoping the other wouldn't notice his falter and just get on with it.
Of course Taguchi had noticed it. He shifted uncomfortably as he practically felt Taguchi's smirk, his gaze staying glued to Yuichi as he began working on his other leg.
“Nakamaru-sama,” he began after removing the second stocking, gaze glued on his lips. Yuichi could only stare back, no possible responses coming to him as his mind raced with thoughts. He knew what Taguchi was getting at, just by that simple statement and the look in his eyes. It was a curious thing that Yuichi could read him so well considering they hadn't interacted a whole lot. It's because he's a simple person, Yuichi always told himself. It wasn't because he paid any certain amount of attention to the way he acted, the way he spoke, the way he carried himself...
He snapped himself out of the thoughts, his glance moving back to Taguchi who now seemed to be staring at his legs.
“Move on,” he murmured, just loud enough for Taguchi to hear him. However, the other didn't move a muscle. He had no shame, openly staring the way he was.
“Is there something that you want?” Yuichi asked impatiently, chin resting on his hand.
“Yes,” Taguchi answered simply, gaze not wavering as he looked up to meet Yuichi's.
“And what would that be?” He asked the question, even though he was certain he already knew the answer, judging from the way the other was looking at him.
“You.” The simple answer came, though it nearly knocked the breath out of him. The way Taguchi said it in such a nonchalant tone...it was just like him.
“And what makes you think I'll allow that?” Yuichi asked smoothly, trying to ignore the way his heart was pounding inside his chest.
“The fact that you did before,” Taguchi replied, fingertips now running up Yuichi's leg. He swallowed, trying to keep his composure. Taguchi was right, though. It wouldn't be the first time that he allowed Taguchi to do as he wished, because in the end it did help Yuichi to unwind, even though he hated admitting it.
Yuichi decided to keep silent as Taguchi's hands moved up to begin removing the skirt, making it a point to slowly undo and pull it down, licking his lips. He tried not to show that he was actually feeling flustered, his gaze moving from Taguchi's expression to the wall.
“As you wish,” he murmured after a moment. He gave in easy and that confused even him, but his mind couldn't do much other than focus on the feeling of the others hands. He could almost feel Taguchi's wide grin before it turned into a small smirk.
“I knew you couldn't resist me, Nakamaru-sama.” Yuichi opened his mouth to protest immediately, but Taguchi's lips on his stopped any words that he wanted to say. One thing he could certainly say - Taguchi knew how to shut him up. And after a moment, Yuichi found himself even kissing back. He knew that would happen, though. It was always the same with Taguchi.
He could barely pay attention to anything else other than the feeling of Taguchi's hands on his body, unsure of whether they were just looking for something to touch or trying to undress him. He figured it was the former, they way that the younger man's hand slid up his thigh. Yuichi shifted on the spot, figuring that if he wanted to be undressed, he'd have to do it himself. Taguchi was now probably too distracted by his lips. Yuichi managed to push the skirt down, kicking it off and sighing in relief, beginning to undo the shirt. Soon enough that had been pushed off as well as the brassier, leaving only his white undershirt, Taguchi's lips having not left his once. Yuichi's arms slipped around the others neck and continued the kiss, allowing his tongue to gain access when it pushed against his lips lightly.
It always sent sparks across his skin when Taguchi did this. It did mean a lot to him that the other didn't seem to judge him for what he was doing (as if he could really help it, but still). When he was with Taguchi, his pride didn't hurt. Taguchi understood him to an extent too, though he wasn't sure how. A foot pressed slightly against his crotch told Yuichi how aroused Taguchi already was, which made his skin grow hot.
No, he wouldn't himself lose his composure because of Taguchi.
It was quiet for a while, the only noise coming from their mouths moving together, as well as the occasional noise from Taguchi's throat (which he hated to admit that he enjoyed the sound of). Yuichi was a bit put off when the other man stood up, causing them to separate. He looked up with a questioning gaze, barely getting a chance to say anything as Taguchi scooped him up from the chair. The only noise that came out was a soft squeak as Yuichi's arms were quick to wrap around his neck, scowling.
“I could have walked myself,” he mumbled after Taguchi had laid him down on the bed, grinning at the words.
“I know, but it's my job to serve you.” Yuichi could feel his skin grow hotter as Taguchi crawled onto the bed, eyes scanning his body again before pressing their lips together for the second time. He cursed inwardly at the fact that he nearly melted under the touch Taguchi placed on his shoulder. Innocent, light, solid.
The one solid thing Yuichi had at that point in time.
Sometimes, Taguchi had a spell over him At least that's the explanation that made the most sense (because as if he could actually be attracted to that kind of guy. Not at all). Yuichi's arms wrapped around Taguchi's neck again as he responded to the kiss. Taguchi's hand traced a path from his shoulder over to his collarbone, down his chest - the touch was sending sparks through Yuichi's skin. It felt like it was going down to his very core. It made him feel warm. Too warm for his liking, but if he touched Taguchi's skin, Yuichi would find out that he was burning too.
It felt like no time had passed, but suddenly his hands were met with the bare skin of Taguchi's back as he felt the latter kicking his pants off. He never spared a moment to separate from the kiss. Yuichi was beginning to feel breathless as his face flushed hot, the only thing on his mind being the feeling of his skin - not to mention the firm muscles under his fingertips. He couldn't help the small moan that escaped him, cursing a little as he felt Taguchi grinning against his lips. The friction of Taguchi's now less-clothed body rubbing against his own was causing his arousal to grow, and Yuichi could no longer think straight. His skin was burning hot and his length was hard, and Taguchi knew it. Yuichi was surprised he could hold himself together (and hold back the urge to whack him) as Taguchi smirked at him. He felt the other's knee nudge his legs apart as he settled between them and separated from the kiss, being sure to stare Yuichi straight in the eye as he licked his finger, tongue swirling around it. He had a look on his face that in any other situation would be laughable. Though in this one, it was sending chills down Yuichi's spine as he couldn't help but stare.
Suddenly, that finger was invading him. The warm, wet intrusion was enough to bring a low moan from the back of Yuichi's throat. Taguchi already seemed to be spurred on by that as he pushed it in and out slowly. Yuichi could feel Taguchi's gaze on his face, causing him to flush hot, and turn his head to the side to avoid it. The last thing he wanted to see was his smug smirk. The finger inside him curled, causing Yuichi to gasp, his fingers digging into Taguchi's back. Before he knew it, another finger was added, and Yuichi's breathing became uneven.
“You're so good and tight,” those words were enough to send another shiver through Yuichi's spine, his eyes shutting tight as the fingers scissored to stretch him.
“Get on with it, please...” Yuichi groaned out, aching for more (damn it, Taguchi). He hissed at the feeling of the fingers sliding out, biting the inside of his cheek to muffle any sounds that wanted to come out.
Without any other words, another intrusion - (a hell of a lot bigger than the last) pushed inside him. Yuichi's nails dug into Taguchi's back as he tried to keep his breathing even and his hips still, allowing himself to adjust. He could feel the others stare on him, and Yuichi felt both flustered and a bit unnerved by it. The silence of the moment was unnerving to him. He looked up to meet Taguchi's gaze, breathing heavily.
Taguchi overwhelmed him; in more way than one.
The pace of thrusts he started with surprised Yuichi. Usually Taguchi was the slow and steady type, but now? His thrusts were fast (in comparison to the usual - but who was he to complain?) and firm enough to make him see stars. Yuichi didn't easily like admitting the pleasure he felt, but sometimes it was unavoidable. Taguchi's skin was flush against his, and Yuichi could feel his hot breath, coming in soft pants against his neck.
When long, slim fingers wrapped around his length, Yuichi almost choked on his own breath. He didn't know how much longer he could last. But with Taguchi stroking him the way he was matched with his thrusts, he knew it wouldn't be long. He could hear Taguchi's moans through the haze of pleasure in his mind, still doing his best to keep his own muffled.
“Fuck,” he hissed, fingers digging even harder into his skin as his back arched off the bed, the pleasure he felt becoming near overwhelming.
That's what Taguchi seemed to like doing. What was in it for him? Yuichi constantly wondered that. Why did he do this? He knew that his parents had told Taguchi to make sure he was comfortable and relaxed at the end of the night. The question was; why did he use this sort of method? Yuichi couldn't figure it out. They hardly knew each other. He couldn't even remember why he had let it happen to begin with, but now it became something of the norm to them.
Yuichi didn't particularly know what it was about him that was so appealing to the other man, if he was to be honest. He did know that Taguchi's touch sent sparks through him, and the amount of heat he felt was almost unbearable. The hand that was stroking him suddenly stopped, causing Yuichi to let a whine slip out at the loss, immediately flushing at his own reaction. He heard Taguchi's breathless chuckle as the thrusts continued. Yuichi's member was aching with how hard he was, and he felt the warmth of pleasure begin building in his lower abdomen.
He knew Taguchi wouldn't let him release so easily though. That's why he wanted to hold back and wait. Yuichi wanted to outlast Taguchi. He choked on a moan that wanted to escape his throat as the speed of Taguchi's hip movements increased again.
“Fuck,” Yuichi ground out again, his head leaning back against the pillows as his hands now rested on his chest.
“That's what I'm doing,” Taguchi responded with a smirk, and that was the point that he brushed a spot inside of Yuichi that made him choke as his vision went fuzzy around the edges. He could barely respond except with a low moan as his hips bucked, beginning to ache for release. But no, he wouldn't give in so easily. Even though Taguchi had taken his reaction as good, stabilizing himself to continue hitting that same spot, over and over again. Yuichi was sure that Taguchi was trying to drive him insane. He could feel the tenseness of the others muscles above him, and Yuichi knew that meant he was near his limit soon. His eyes fluttered shut again as he panted, his own hips moving along with Taguchi's in some sort of matched rhythm.
"Junnosuke - fuck...” The name slipped out without any thought. It clearly had Taguchi faltering a little, his hip movements faltering as that alone seemed to have drove him over the edge with a loud moan. When Yuichi met his gaze, he knew it was okay. He panted for breath as his head tilted back, his back arching as his orgasm washed over him. For a few moments, all Yuichi could see was stars, as well as the surprised expression on Taguchi's face.
Right, that was the first time Yuichi had called him by his first name... He wasn't sure what had came over him. Usually it was only appropriate to call others by their last name.
“You said my first name...” Taguchi panted out after he had managed to find words again. Yuichi only nodded, continuing to catch his breath as he came back down to reality, glancing up at Taguchi's face. He had the typical goofy grin - only this time it was wider, and Yuichi couldn't help but smile back.
“Thanks...get back to work now,” he dismissed, exhaustion beginning to wash over him again now that he had come down from the high of pleasure.
“Yes Nakamaru-sama,” Taguchi responded as he slowly pulled out, climbing off the bed to start getting re-dressed, leaving all the clothes in the pile to wash. Yuichi opened his eyes to watch him, propped a little on his elbows.
“Oh, and one more thing...” Taguchi turned back to him after he had finished getting his shoes back on. Yuichi gave him a questioning expression.
“It was a pleasure, Yuichi.” His face flushed hot as Taguchi winked, closing the door behind him. Yuichi bit his lower lip and laid down completely again, shifting until he was comfortable.
Taguchi's smile was the last thing he thought of before he fell asleep.