[One-Shot] Strip Poker: Why Koki Cheats (KoKame)
Title: Why Koki Cheats
Pairing: KoKame
Genre: SMUT and some fluff as an afterthought
Rating: NC-17? R? Whatever.
Warning: alcohol use, guy on guy sex. No likey, no read ^_^
Disclaimer: slavery is looked down upon. But if I was rich and could buy them, don't get me wrong, I'd try :D Kidding, promise XD
Summary: Kame is tipsy and wants to play strip poker. Teasing and sex ensues *nods*
A/N: Part of a series for my friends for Valentine's (though Kame-chan's and Jin''ll be late *innocent smile*): just random smut. This one's for Kou-chan, of course
“Kame, not fair! You know I suck at cards!”
“Come on, we never play! And it won’t actually matter who wins- it’s strip poker! Either way, we’ll end up in bed,” Kame giggles, shuffling the deck clumsily.
Koki looks dubiously at the other’s drink. He shouldn’t be drunk yet… he’s hardly had anything! Three at most. But looking at his boyfriend, he wonders if maybe the drink Kame’s got has more alcohol than Akanishi said. Looking at the way Kame’s cheeks are already pink, Koki decides maybe he can use this to his advantage.
At first, he plays fair. At first, he’s losing and before long, he loses his jacket, shirt, his hat. Then, deciding Kame’s had enough to drink, he starts cheating.
Koki smirks as he lays the straight flush on the table, a slight quirk of his lips that Kame returns as he stands, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, teasingly, revealing bits of the pale skin beneath before scrunching the cloth to hide it again. Koki’s eyes burn into the white cloth, willing it to open faster. When Kame finally does unbutton the last, he turns to one side, teasing Koki further by revealing a nipple for a second, turning to hide it again, sliding his shirt slowly down his shoulders, to his waist and then hips.
Koki licks his lips.
Kame smirks, tosses the shirt away.
At the next hand, the shoes and socks come off.
At the next, the losing hand costs Kame his jeans. He stands just past the corner of their small kitchen table, pries the button of his jeans open slowly, pauses his slender fingers over the zipper before unzipping it slowly, pretending to hesitate half-way down. Koki’s arm shifts, he sets his hand over his chin as if worried it’s going to reach down to the growing warmth in his pants of its own accord. His other hand soon follows, his knuckles go white with the grip when Kame finally unzips his jeans the rest of the way and slips the fabric off those slender, sharp hips. Koki wishes for all the world Kame’d decided to go commando again today as the fabric of his boxers obstructs his view. He makes a low sound, keep in his throat and Kame shivers, just enough that Koki notices it.
Kame whips the denim off his ankles, sits down on the table- milky thigh tantalizingly close and now without a slight sway as he almost loses his balance taking another sip of his drink- and picks up his cards.
He loses the next round, too. Koki’s very glad Kame’s so unobservant drunk; under any other circumstances, he’d never have gotten away with his clumsy cheating.
Kame’s eyes narrow seductively and he smirks as his fingers toy with the waistband of his boxers. Some of the fumbling is real- he’s always had trouble holding his drink- but for the most part, he just likes seeing Koki squirm. He saunters over, sits on Koki’s lap, each leg on either side of the man’s hips. He leans in and blows softly into Koki’s ear. “Is the winner going to collect his prize?” he whispers silkily.
Koki shivers, brings his hands to Kame’s chest and trails them down, brushing against the younger’s already perky nipples. Kame pants against his ear and Koki’s hands glide down to his waist, his hips. He toys with the elastic of Kame’s boxers, one hand dips below and rubs against the younger’s hardening member. Kame’s breath against his neck, his hear, is driving him crazy-he pulls back. “L-let’s… bring this to the bed, nee?” he curses himself inwardly for the idiot stutter.
Kame just smirks, overlooking it. “Mmmm…. But I’m perfectly comfortable right here… but for this, of course,” he points at Koki’s jeans, still painfully constricting his hard-on. “This will definitely have to go,” he murmurs, tugging at the waistband. He fumbles with the button, glaring at the impeding knob of aluminum.
Koki’s steady hands take Kame’s and move them to his shoulders so he can do it. Kame occupies himself by nipping at Koki’s earlobe and neck. Soon the zipper of Koki’s jeans is down but Koki moves Kame away a little. “Kame… this really isn’t a good place…”
‘Why not?” Kame whines. “No one’s left; they all went home…”
“But Kame…”
“TANAKA! Catch him!!” The kitchen door bursts open and Jin, fully clad in a Pikachu outfit, storms through, followed by Yamapi’s yell.
“NEVER! Pikachu hates pokeballs!” Jin yells back. He turns, about to double back when he sees there isn’t an escape route, but he freezes when he sees his old friend on his bandmate’s lap. He points, laughs and laughs and laughs and doubles over laughing. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! What’re you doing here?! We don’t have to see that!!”
“This is why I wanted to go to the bedroom…” Koki grumbles.
Kame stands, glaring resolutely at Jin. “Bakanishi…” he growls viciously.
“JIN! Get back- WOAH!” Pi comes through the door and stops dead in his tracks, takes his red-and-white baseball cap off and covers his face with it. “KAME! Didn’t have to see that!”
“Then GET OUT!!” Kame yells back, and the pair- both Pikachu and Pokemon Master, run out of the kitchen and hurry into their shoes so they can flee the apartment.
Kame stands there a while longer, glaring at the kitchen door. He rounds on Koki. “W-why didn’t you tellme-me they werehere?!” he says, slurring a few words.
“I wasn’t sure,” Koki says. “I thought they were gone but…. And see, if we’d been in the bedroom, this wouldn’t have been a problem!”
Kame stares at him for a moment. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” he says through hooded eyes. “We’re going to the bedroom,” he announces and heads out, leaving their clothes scattered on the floor.
Koki huffs but gets up and follows his boyfriend. He checks the rooms, making sure everyone really is gone- the last thing he wants is to have a horny JunDa crashing in next and though they didn’t even come to the party, you never quite know with those two- before peeking into the bedroom.
Kame’s on the bed, boxers already shed and preparing himself, head thrown back and biting his lip to muffle his small whimpers of pain. His cock, red and hard between his legs bounces a little as Kame inserts a third finger and thrusts quickly.
Koki can’t take it. He loses his own last bit of inhibiting cloth and sneaks in. He crawls onto the bed, grabs Kame and pulls him close, making Kame cry out in shock and pain at the rough movement. The hand he was preparing himself with goes to his thigh, the other winds back behind him to Koki’s neck. The elder kisses his neck, wraps his arms around the other and presses Kame’s back closer against his chest. One hand tweaks a nipple, teases it until it’s sore and red and the other massages around Kame’s cock, not quite touching.
“K-Koki… take me already…” Kame pants, turning his head back to meet Koki’s sloppy kiss. He shifts his legs under him, reaches behind and grabs Koki’s erection. “I want to feel you… come on…”
Koki’s breath hitches at the grip but he doesn’t lose time lifting Kame’s hips over his tip, pushing into the lubed hole roughly. Kame screams, but the cry soon fades and Koki allows him time to recover and to adjust before moving slowly.
When he’s ready, Kame moves himself, guiding Koki’s thrusts to the spot that sends waves of bliss through his whole body. He shudders on Koki’s lap, moaning his name.
Koki tries hard to keep his breathing deep as the tightness around him sets his own body on fire. Every touch of Kame’s skin sends a deeper flare through Koki’s skin, making him shiver in pleasure. He thrusts up sharply into Kame, gasping at the delicious heat, friction, pressure… it’s like the other’s swallowing him whole, mind and body. Koki’s hand takes Kame’s member and pumps in synch with his thrusts, craving more of the gasping moans, of the way Kame’s breath hitches sharply after calling out his name…
“K-Koki… f-faster… ahn… there!”
He follows every one of the younger’s pleas, feels his muscles twitch and spasm around him as Kame approaches his climax. Koki increases his pace, feeling his own near. “K-azu… I’m-”
Kame reaches up and kisses him, moaning against his lips. Then Koki hits that spot again and he cries out the other’s name, coming over Koki’s fingers. His muscles clench around Koki, driving him over the edge.
“Ah- Kazu-!”
The other silences him again with a wet kiss, whimpers at the hot rush, pants hard, trying to get his breath back. At last he pulls back, leans back against Koki’s chest, the other still inside him.
Koki breathes hard, coming down from his high. He feels lightheaded and loose but the pure bliss, the intense pleasure from before that still lingers, makes it okay. He takes a shuddering breath when Kame leans his sweaty back against him, shivers at the tickling itch of Kame’s hair against his cheeks and shoulder when the younger lays his head there.
“You… really suck at cheating,” Kame suddenly says, his silky voice hoarse.
Koki blinks. “You knew? I thought you were drunk?”
Kame smirks and Koki hears it, rather than sees it. “I was-I am. Tipsy. But you really suck,” he other suddenly giggles breathlessly.
“You need sleep,” Koki says, moving the other carefully and pulling out of him. “We both need sleep,” he says as he yawns hugely.
“Nee, Koki.”
“Hmm?”
“I love you so I forgive you for cheating. At cards.”
“It’s the only time I ever will- to get you in my pants faster,” suddenly, Koki’s gripped by the same gasping giggles.
“Good. Cause you won’t have anything in your pants after if you cheat on me.”
“I know.”
A pause.
“I love you, Koki.”
“I love you too, Kazu. Now let’s sleep."