[aimiya] Bad Cops
TITLE: Bad Cops
PAIRING: Aiba Masaki x Ninomiya Kazunari
RATING: NC-17 // Warning for BDSM.
LENGTH: 3472 words
SUMMARY: Aiba gets more than he was expecting when he shows up to Nino's apartment with his police outfit in hand.
A/N: Long-delayed (sorry) sequel to Copping a Feel, although it's perfectly fine to be read as a standalone :) Saved this for a rainbowfilling challenge! ♥
Aiba didn’t know what time it was that he stumbled into Nino’s apartment. He was drained from the concert (though a large part of that was due to his having to distract himself from Nino’s smirks and inappropriate glances for most of the second half of the concert), but all that was forgotten once he passed through the younger idol’s front door and his face almost collided with a small handheld camera.
“What are you doing!?” Aiba burst out, one hand shoving the camera away while the other (which was still clutching a small bag containing the outfit) went to cover his face. He had come for sex, that much was apparent (Nino was already in the said outfit, in fact), but this he was not expecting.
“Aww, be nice to the camera~” Nino chimed, chasing the taller man around his small living room when he continued to shy away from the lens.
Although Aiba was the faster runner, the minimal clearway offered to him severely limited his escape routes, and pretty soon he found himself cornered in the other man’s bedroom (of all places). Once again the camera was shoved before him and a ninja-finger swiftly poked at his stomach, causing him to flinch in defence and hence reveal his face. “Ow!!! W-what the hell, Nino!”
“Stop complaining and go get changed, I promise this will be fun for both of us, okay?” Nino reassured, his hand gently smacking Aiba’s bottom, directing him towards the bathroom. Aiba sighed and shuffled to the other room, deciding that the only way he would get what he came for was to comply. Once he closed the door behind him and began to undress himself, he heard Nino's high-pitched yell, “No boxers! And forget the stockings!”
While Aiba somewhat-hesitantly, somewhat-excitedly re-adorned the skimpy police suit, Nino busied himself with the preparations. Once satisfied that everything was in exactly the right places, he bounded onto his bed and slowly stroked his growing length through the fabric of the skirt, eagerly waiting for his partner to return.
Eventually, Aiba stumbled out of the bathroom looking almost exactly like he had back on stage hours ago (but a whole lot sluttier now that the only thing covering his lower half was a few inches of bright blue material). He walked awkwardly towards the younger’s bedroom, which seemed much further now that he had to stop every half a metre to fix his skirt so that the split in the skirt wasn’t between his legs and allowing a cool breeze to hit his member on every step he took. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the moving air, friction with the skirt or the pure anticipation of what was going to happen in a few minutes, but he could definitely feel his Junior coming to life, forming a questionable lump at the front of the skirt.
Nino watched with hooded eyes as Aiba approached, making a show of rubbing himself faster when the taller man’s eyes flickered from the camera set up on a tripod in the corner of the room to the horny man on the bed. Nino dragged his eyes down Aiba’s body, lingering on his slightly parted lips before dropping further down to where the older man’s erection was now clearly straining against the fabric. “See, you are an exhibitionist!” Nino grinned, drawing out a low growl as he clasped his left hand around Aiba’s length.
As embarrassing as it was, Aiba couldn’t stop his body from reacting the way it did. He groaned, feeling like his body was on fire as Nino stroked him boldly. A distinctive pinkness covered his usually tan skin.
“Was that supposed to be a secret?”
Aiba growled, flushing an even deeper red.
“Aw, I’m sorry. Come on sweetie~” Nino signalled with a finger, scooting back on the bed to make room for the taller man. Once Aiba had clambered on and was hovering over him, Nino pulled him down into his lap, smashing their bodies and lips together. They kissed fiercely, both men’s tongues fighting for dominance, mapping the insides of each others mouths until they were gasping for air.
Nino broke the kiss. “I’ll tell you a secret, too...” he said huskily against Aiba’s sweaty neck, "I want to be d-dominated." he admitted in a faint but sure voice, teeth nibbling at Aiba’s earlobe teasingly.
Aiba moaned, eyelids fluttering at the combined pleasure of Nino’s shallow thrusts against him and the tongue at his nape. He blinked a few times, unsure if he had heard correctly. Back in the change rooms at Fukuoka it had been obvious who had the upper hand in their little encounter, and now it seemed like there was going to be a complete role reversal.
When Aiba continued to stare, Nino smiled slyly and brought out a pair of handcuffs from his bedside drawer, offering them to the dumbfounded man. "I think you'll find these useful, officer." he teased.
Seeing that Nino was serious about this, the taller man gingerly reached out for the metal cuffs and studied them for a brief moment, trying to figure out how he should proceed. Then suddenly, he launched himself at the smaller man’s wrists, pulling them above his head before knocking him onto his back.
"You are under arrest!!!" Aiba exclaimed proudly once he heard the metallic click of the handcuffs being secured. He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively at the man beneath him, completely at his mercy.
Nino groaned at the horrible line, wriggling a bit at the unfamiliar restriction of his arms. "This is okay, but can we please not turn this into a seedy low-budget gay porno?" he said dryly, shooting Aiba a I'm serious look.
Aiba grinned, recapturing Nino’s lips. This time there was no fight for dominance, no resistance to his probing tongue. Wherever he wanted to be, Nino let him be, offering satisfied mewls to fuel his escalating ego.
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Aiba thumbed Nino’s nipples through the thin white blouse while their hips and tongues danced, enjoying being able to take things at his own pace. Feeling them harden at his touch, he removed his mouth from Nino’s and moved down to his chest, wetting the shirt with his saliva as his tongue flicked between the two sensitive nubs. Nino whimpered at the strange sensation, one side of his chest warm from Aiba’s mouth while the other side was left against cooling material.
“S-stop teasiiiiiing~” whined the smaller man, throwing his head back and revealing a large expanse of lick-able neck in the process.
Aiba chuckled and latched on to the sweet skin within seconds, tasting the man beneath him. Nino was moaning deliriously again, not caring about the marks he knew the older man was leaving all over his skin. He wanted this, wanted to let everyone know that he was Aiba’s bitch.
While his right hand worked on unbuttoning Nino’s blouse, his left reached between their bodies for their erections, both men grunting in pleasure when their lengths touched. There’s so much more work to do, Aiba thought as he tried to gather his brain cells for the difficult task of unbuttoning a shirt whilst simultaneously leaving hickeys and jerking two men off.
“Hurry up, goddamit!” Nino yelled in frustration, looking down and seeing his shirt only half unbuttoned and the hand on his cock moving much too slowly for his likes.
"Don't be mean, Nino~ I’m trying." Aiba grinned, crawling up the bed to the younger's lips and nipping them playfully. "I'll have to gag you otherwise..." he added cheekily.
"How about you stop your nonsense and just give us both a good fuck? Why the fuck are you still dressed anyway? Stop with the fucking teasing already!" Nino snapped back almost immediately, a little surprised at the words leaving his mouth. It was like his mind had some built-in command which made him automatically fire insults at anything and everything Aiba said.
"Well that's a little demanding from someone who wanted to be dominated..." Aiba continued to tease, leaning in close enough for a kiss but not letting the man beneath him close the distance, no matter how much he was struggling against the cuffs.
"Well maybe you're not very good at dominating! For fucks sake!" Nino spat back, biting his lip, his frustration close to peaking. Aiba was hopeless at this.
"That's not very nice either! Looks like I do have to gag you!" Aiba sighed, shifting himself off the smaller man to (finally) remove his blouse.
"No! W-wait." Nino blurted just moments before the tanned idol was about to shove the balled-up garment into his mouth.
"What now, Nino?"
"C-Call me Kazu?" the gamer requested, his eyes puppy-like and innocent again.
Aiba nodded with a smirk. This was a side of Nino he’d never let him live down. (And to think that it was all on tape as evidence...) He smiled happily and pushed his blouse into the other’s gaping mouth, muffling whatever was going to come out of the brat’s mouth next. Things were starting to get even more interesting.
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Aiba stroked himself quickly, the struggling and whimpering Nino before him providing more than sufficient stimulus for him to reach new levels of pleasure. He smeared his pre-cum across Nino’s chest, watching in awe as Nino’s body twitched and thrusted into the air, craving to be touched more.
Nino watched intently as Aiba pleasured himself, amazed at the speed the other man’s long fingers were flying up and down his length, twisting and pulling in all the right places. Aiba was grunting a sweet, raspy Kazu, Kazu, Kazu, his bangs falling across his face, framing it perfectly. When his body started shaking from ripples of pleasure, Nino knew he was close. True to his observations, Aiba came moments later moaning Nino’s name, decorating the younger’s face and chest with streaks of slimy fluid.
Exhausted from his activities, Aiba flopped onto his back, panting heavily, ignoring the whines from the slighter man whose body twisted and turned on the bed. Then suddenly, Nino's foot kicked him hard in the side. Aiba's cry of pain was interlaced with Nino's muffled grunts. "What the hell!" demanded the taller.
"Nghh nghhhhnnmm mmmf!" sounded Nino as best as he could with a wad of cloth in his mouth. He craned his neck, looking down to his neglected, throbbing member, hoping Aiba would get the message.
Aiba smiled wickedly, knowing what his friend wanted. He grabbed Nino's thin wrists and pulled him up into a sitting position, bringing his hands down to rest in his lap. Then he straddled the younger idol, bringing his half-limp cock to his small hands. "Make me want you." he breathed into his collarbone, nibbling on the smooth skin of his shoulders.
Nino moaned throatily as Aiba's teeth explored his sensitive neck again. Understanding what Aiba wanted him to do, he wrapped his small hands around the length as best as the cuffs would allow him to do and began to move. It was a sloppy handjob, lacking most of the tricks he would usually employ, but it still did its job, causing Aiba's breath to hitch and low growls to escape his lips. Nino increased his efforts, the lewd noises Aiba himself probably wasn't aware he was making encouraging him to continue, until Aiba was once again full and heavy between his palms.
Satisfied with the small idol's efforts, Aiba removed himself from the milky (though now mostly marked pink) expanse of neck and moved further south, surprising Nino when he snaked his tongue around the dripping erection.
Nino gasped (or would have if he weren't obstructed), staring wide-eyed as Aiba took him in and bobbed vigorously. He'd fooled around with the older before and knew he was a great fuck, but never had his blowjobs been this heavenly. It had only been a few minutes of this sweet torture but Nino already felt himself close to tumbling off the edge. With every swipe of Aiba's tongue Nino saw more stars, unable to control the way his body convulsed and the train of moans trapped in his throat. He just needed a little more...
Seconds later Aiba added a hand, alternating every suck with a pump of his fist. The combination almost caused Nino to cry, feeling that his silent pleas had been heard. More stars exploded before his eyes, his body burning for release. A few more seconds would do it. Aiba kept up, taking Nino to the brink, until his back arched off the bed, until he knew he was teetering off the edge. And then he gripped him hard, pulling him back from the peak.
"MMNNGGHHHHFFF!!!" Nino yelled, flopping back onto bed feeling more frustrated that he had ever felt in his life. He kicked and screamed behind the cloth, tears brimming in his eyes, hips shaking uncontrollably. He gave Aiba his most deadly glare, but received a cheeky smile in return. Fuck this. Fuck Aiba. Fuck everything.
Enjoying his power immensely, Aiba continued south, being careful to keep a firm grip on the base of Nino's cock. He knew that the smaller man could come with just the slightest touch now that he had made him so sensitive, but he wanted to prolong this experience of having the upper hand for as long as possible. Finding some conveniently placed lube at the edge of the bed, Aiba managed to slather his fingers without wasting too much of it (he knew Nino wouldn’t find that economical) and gently probed at the gamer’s tight ring of muscles.
Nino grunted at the intrusion, Aiba’s fingers (now two) perfectly long enough to just scrape his spot every few thrusts. He cursed at the fist on his painfully hard erection (though of course all it sounded like was an encouraging moan), wanting to touch himself but finding it impossible to gather enough strength to.
Aiba now had three of his long fingers stretching out Nino’s hole, teasing the writhing man to the bounds of ecstasy but keeping him on a leash, not letting him topple over. Noticing that Nino had stopped struggling and was lying passively, taking whatever was given to him, Aiba suddenly pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his lengthier manhood, thrusting in deeply before Nino could even whine at the loss. Both men moaned loudly in unison, and instinctively Nino’s legs wrapped around Aiba’s waist, allowing him to quickly find his spot again and begin to pound him into the bed.
Knowing he himself wouldn’t last too long on his second round, Aiba got to work immediately, his powerful thrusts drawing rhythmic grunts from Nino who had his eyes scrunched from the torturous amount of pleasure he was receiving. Getting lost in his own pleasure, Aiba’s grip on Nino’s cock loosened and Nino came explosively with a long cry, his back arching and muscles contracting so tightly around Aiba’s member that the taller man had to bite himself to stop himself from cumming.
Mustering all his willpower, Aiba stayed still inside Nino and waited for him to finish riding out the waves from his prolonged orgasm, until the small man became a limp, drained figure on the bed. Then Aiba started thrusting again, rough and fast, grunting wildly. “Kazu... Kazu, oh fuck, Kazu!” he yelled.
Unexpecting the sudden onslaught, Nino cried out again, body still oversensitive and mind too numbed to resist. He let Aiba use him, loving the way his name sounded so sweet coming from someone practically violating him. Nino moaned along encouragingly, clenching occasionally to help him along. A few thrusts later Aiba followed, Nino’s name flowing off his tongue like it was the only word left in his vocabulary. He fell on top of the younger, rolling off immediately when he heard Nino squeak from his weight.
Aiba finally removed the soaked cloth from Nino’s mouth, making a face at the saliva which remained on his fingers and wiping them on the bedsheets. He then turned to Nino, giggling at the strings of saliva around his mouth before wiping them off tenderly. Nino flexed his mouth a few times, readjusting to not having a wad of cloth obstructing his breathing. He smiled. As much as he hated the older man for being a massive cocktease (and for not wearing a condom), he couldn’t deny that it was this idiot who had given him his most powerful orgasm. He was elated, thoroughly satisfied, and plain tired. “Thanks, Ma-kun.” he smiled again.
Aiba grinned back, pecking Nino on the lips. He’d missed those lips. Even when Nino asked him to get a cloth to clean him up (“But I feel disgusting!”), begged him to get a cloth to clean him up (“You try lying here with cum on your stomach and in your ass for more than 5 minutes!”), Aiba refused to move, reasoning “But I want to kiss you!”
“Noooooooo!” Nino complained, dodging the attacking lips by shaking his head continuously, the action successfully flinging strips of his hair into Aiba’s face and annoying him enough make him go and get the said cloth.
Aiba wiped them down and threw the cloth away before jumping back onto bed and stealing Nino’s lips again in an affectionate kiss. Nino reciprocated, leaning into the kiss to taste more of Aiba. He wanted to run his fingers through those silky brown locks but then he realised his hands were still cuffed. “Ma-kun... the key’s in the drawer over there.” Nino stated in a you-know-what-to-do tone.
Aiba didn’t move, instead he leaned in to try and kiss Nino again. When Nino shifted away entirely, the taller man asked “What?” with an almost-too-innocent face.
“Aiba... go get the key.” Nino demanded.
“Aww... but I can do whatever I want with Kazu when he’s like this...” Aiba teased, a deliberate pout on his face.
Nino cringed at the nickname being used out of turn, his temper rising. Returning to his bratty self, he kicked the older man again, this time sending him rolling off the bed and landing on the floor with a hollow thud. The man on the floor wailed in pain but picked himself up quickly and began to stomp out of the room, leaving Nino handcuffed on the bed.
“N-no, wait!” Nino yelled from the bed, “Ma-kun, uncuff me and...” he paused. Aiba stopped in his tracks and turned to face the man on the bed, pretending to be hurt. “I-I’ll give you a copy of that tape.” Nino finished, the words causing a giant grin to invade Aiba’s face. His eyes lit up like a child being offered candy, “Really?!”
Nino sighed. This could potentially be a very bad idea. Very bad. But he didn’t really want to sleep in the cuffs either, the burn and weight of them was finally starting to get to him. If this was the only way...
“ONLY if you promise not to tell anyone about what happened tonight.” Nino bargained, his face serious. “If you do then I’ll make you pay... bigtime.” he added threateningly.
“Hmm... Okay!” Aiba agreed, rushing to the said drawer to get the key and freeing Nino from the cuffs soon after. Nino sighed in relief, swinging his arms freely like a bird that just acquired its wings. But Aiba was watching him, face full of worry. “Stop.” he said.
Nino stopped swinging his arms, confused. Then Aiba reached out for his hands and held them lightly in his palms, examining the red marks that hard formed around the small man’s thin wrists. Nino looked down in surprise, he himself not even realising that he had been struggling against the cuffs this much. They were silent for a while, Aiba staring at Nino’s cute hands, Nino staring at Aiba, then Aiba brought his lips to the red wrists, kissing the marks gently. “Does it hurt?” he asked, eyes sparkling with concern.
“J-just... a little.” Nino admitted.
Aiba adorned his apologetic eyes, then placed more tender kisses on the thin wrists.
“That’s not going to make them go away, you know.” Nino pointed out.
“Mm,” Aiba nodded, “but if I don’t at least try doing something now you’re going to have a great time explaining these marks tomorrow! Not to mention the ones all over your neck too!” he laughed, resuming his kisses when Nino flushed red.
Nino’s heart fluttered at the loving gesture, smiling as Aiba tended to every part of his wrists. He really was a gentleman. “Thanks, Ma-kun.” he said for the second time that night, lifting the elder’s chin up so he could kiss those lips once more. “Let’s sleep.” he said with a yawn.
Aiba nodded, climbing under the covers with Nino and spooning him, planting soft kisses on his nape until he felt the younger drift off to sleep.
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A/N: Not sure if I did this right, but hopefully it's okay :D And yes, that photo was very necessary.