[kink_bingo] Show You Love Me (HinaKura)
Show You Love Me
Correction status: beta'ed by the awesome spurious ♥
Author(s) : yue_akuma
Pairing : Murakami Shingo/Ohkura Tadayoshi. (+ hinted Hina/Ryo, Hina/Yoko, Hina/Subaru)
Rating : (Hard?) R.
Wordcount : 1924 words
Warnings : Ageplay, roleplay, masturbation, Tacchon being a brat.
Summary : They play this game sometimes, but today Ohkura wants more.
Notes : Yeah, so I started kink_bingo on dreamwidth, because a few people told me to do it (you know who you are ♥); here's the first fic. For the ageplay square. Was epically fun to write.
Ohkura pouts, nearly throwing his spoon on the table. He doesn’t know how things will go from here; usually he’s a nice boy and the events are always calm and funny. This time, though, he takes a chance. But Hina just shakes his head, again.
“You can throw a fit all you want, you’re not having more ice-cream.”
Of course, he plays along. Ohkura nearly grins at that - instead he settles for a cute voice.
“But please, Hina-papa?”
Trying his best cute puppy face, he bats his eyelashes, hoping Hina will take the bait like he does most of the time - like they all do.It doesn’t work.
“I said no, it’s not good for your teeth! And drink your glass of water, will you?”
“No!”
“Tatsu!”
This time, the spoon flies across the kitchen table; Ohkura crosses his arms in front of him, pouts some more. He’s pushing his luck a lot right now, but it’s fun, almost better than the usual play; he can already feel how Hina’s tensing up, obviously seeing through him but trying not to cave in.
“I hate you,” Ohkura growls then. Hina laughs while picking up the spoon.
“No you don’t.” And Ohkura hates himself a little at how true it is.
“I love Maru-papa better!” he says anyway. “Maru-papa is nice to me! You’re mean!”
Hina’s eyes turn a bit sharper at that. “Be careful what you say. You don’t want a spanking, do you?”
Unable to help the shiver that crawls up his body at the thought, Ohkura shakes his head. It only happened once that his behavior led to punishment, and, though it was very arousing, it was also painful. He doesn’t want to try again.
Bu he still can’t help but add, “Anyway, if you’re mean to me, I’ll report you to Yoko-mama…”
The laughter Hina lets out at that makes Ohkura smile a bit.
“You say that like Yoko is going to make any difference,” he finally snorts.
“He’ll report it to Ryo-mama, and Ryo-mama will be mad at you!”
Hina grins. “I know exactly what Ryo-mama needs to stop being mad, don’t worry.”
It makes Ohkura shiver again, but for different reasons. He’s heard more than once the noises Ryo-mama and Hina-papa make in the bedroom, and he knows who begs for more out of the two. It’s not Hina.
“Hina-papa,” he says then, quietly, judging that play time is over, “is it my nap time yet?”
Hina hums non-committally, cleaning the table in quick moves.
“Put me to bed then?”
Ohkura could swear there’s the hint of a grin on Hina’s face, but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.
“Okay. Let’s go?”
He holds his hand out and Ohkura takes it, not helping but smiling widely. He loves these little moments, the bits of skinship which show more than thousand words. As Hina leads him, he skips behind him down the corridor, hand in hand, and decides that, yes, today is a good day.
The bed is still messy - he didn’t make it this morning - so Ohkura just sits there, watching as Hina tidies it a bit. Then he goes to close the blinds and Ohkura lies down on the sheets, playing with a strand of his hair.
“No-no-no,” Hina then chuckles, “don’t go to sleep all dressed, your clothes will be wrinkled if you do. And you’ll sweat too.”
Ohkura giggles, sits up. “Help me?”
He raises his arms up, and Hina rolls his eyes before leaning down and gently lifting the t-shirt off Ohkura’s body. His fingers make contact with Ohkura’s skin for a short second, but to the younger man it feels like an electroshock, and instantly he needs more. Lying back down, he pushes his luck even more and raises his hips with a grin.
“Help me, Hina-papa!”
There’s a moment of doubt in Hina’s eyes, though. He freezes, still holding Ohkura’s t-shirt, and clearly wonders if this is okay or not. Ohkura doesn’t blame him: after all, nothing ever happened between the two of them - or at least nothing too sexual - even though they play this little game on a regular basis. It’s Ohkura’s way to get Hina’s attention, as he seems to be the only one Hina doesn’t sleep with within the group. It makes him feel a bit jealous, but he knows it’s also his fault as he’s never shown any signs of interest.
“Tatsu…”
Hina sighs, and Ohkura’s afraid he’ll tell him to do it himself, but he’s pleasantly surprised when Hina puts the t-shirt on the bedside table and reaches out to unbuckle Ohkura’s belt; Ohkura’s breath hitches, and Hina raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything.
Soon enough the belt is on the floor, and Ohkura watches as Hina’s long fingers start unhooking the first button of his jeans, then the second. It won’t take long before he’ll be hard at this rate, but that’s what he wants (and more if possible). When he looks up, Hina’s breathing a bit harder, concentrating on his task, and Ohkura takes a shaky breath.
This time, when Hina looks at him, Ohkura moans quietly.
Hina gulps.
“Are you okay?” he asks, still in character, before putting his hand gently on Ohkura’s forehead. “Hmm, you seem a bit warm…”
He keeps on unzipping Ohkura’s jeans, and before long they land on the floor. Ohkura wonders what he must look like, breathing a bit shallowly now, only in his underwear and with the beginning of an erection. He mostly wonders if Hina’s going to do anything about it.
“You should sleep now,” Hina says in a low voice, almost too quietly for Ohkura to get the words right.
“Give me a hug to make me have sweet dreams?”
He opens his arms like a kid, smiling and trying to play as innocent as he can, but the look Hina gives him is unimpressed and a bit annoyed. “You’re such a brat.”
Ohkura takes back his arms, folding them against his chest, and pouts. “Hina-papa is mean!”
Hina growls. “Fine, fine, get under the sheets.”
Doing he he’s told, Ohkura giggles, pulling the soft sheets over his body. Hina lies down next to him, above the sheets, and pulls him closer, hugging him close; Ohkura can feel his warmth even through the polo shirt Hina’s wearing, and his arms are strong around him - Ohkura wouldn’t trade his place right now for anything in the world.
“You know,” he stage-whispers, “it wasn’t true what I said earlier…”
“About?”
“I don’t hate Hina-papa…”
Hina smiles, kisses his forehead. “I know.”
Ohkura snuggles a bit closer and says directly into the skin of Hina’s neck, “I really like Hina-papa…”
There’s a shudder, followed by a growl, and Ohkura knows he’s won.
“Hina-papa takes good care of me~ He’s my favorite.”
He lets one of his hands wander up Hina’s torso, trying not to gasp at the feeling, and the arms surrounding him seem to hold him a bit tighter now. When his fingers go back down, finding skin between the hem of the polo shirt and Hina’s jeans, Ohkura bites his lips and starts drawing random kanji on his skin.
“What are you doing, Tatsu?”
Hina’s voice is a bit tense, and Ohkura feels perfectly how hard he’s trying to hold himself back.
“Hina-papa is so strong,” he says with awe in his voice, “I really love it.”
When Hina doesn’t reply, Ohkura smirks.
“You know, when I get older I wanna be like you! Muscular and sexy and very strong! Will you show me how to do it, Hina-papa?”
His fingers trail up under the clothes, following the lines of Hina’s abs and muscles, and Ohkura’s now fully hard; Hina just grunts, face buried in his hair.
“I will,” he finally lets out,” but for now you should sleep…”
Grinning at how unconvinced with himself Hina sounds, Ohkura raises his head and bites his lips, trying his best shot at looking cute and innocent - and making sure Hina is watching him.
“You know… I hear you sometimes… With my mamas…”
There’s still no answer, so he keeps talking, “I heard Ryo-mama begging you for something to be more, and I heard Yoko-mama saying that it felt so good… And once even Subaru-mama. He was calling your name so loudly…”
He looks up, making big curious eyes, and instantly gets Hina’s undivided attention.
“I want to know what you did… If it feels good, I wanna try it too.” Then he adds, his voice nothing more than a whisper, “I want Hina-papa to love me too.”
It seems to do the trick; in a flash he’s on his back, Hina above him, staring right into his eyes - his hard-on twitches at that.
“What are you even saying?” Hina’s voice is shaky now, and if Ohkura rubbed his thigh just a bit he’s sure he’d feel Hina hard in his jeans.
“Tatsu… I love you too, you know it. Right?”
Ohkura pouts. “But you don’t touch me like you touch them!”
Understanding dawns on Hina; his eyes crinkle a bit at the corners and he lets out a sigh.
“Oh, I see. But you’re too young for this kind of thing, and-“
“I’m not! I’m a big boy now! You said it yourself! Look!”
And without warning, Ohkura grabs Hina’s hand and puts it above his underwear; Hina gasps, freezing there astonished for a few seconds before chuckling.
“Hmmm, right. My little boy grew up somehow…”
His fingers push slightly at Ohkura’s bulge, and he moans, fingers gripping tightly at Hina’s wrist.
“Don’t stop,” he can’t help but gasp, and Hina leans down, brushing their lips together.
“Do you really want this? There’ll be no turning back.”
Ohkura’s not sure if he’s still playing the game or not, but he doesn’t care; the answer is the same for both situations.
“Yes, please… I need it.”
Hina exhales shakily, his breath tickling against Ohkura’s face, and then their lips meet and Ohkura’s mind does a little victory dance. And then it shuts up altogether because Hina’s hand slips into his underwear and the whole world turns into fireworks. Hina’s movements aren’t hesitant at all, straight to the point, and Ohkura’s afraid he’ll lose it too quickly, but his tongue is too busy playing with Hina’s own for him to talk.
Then Hina backs off and Ohkura inhales deeply, feeling breathless and dizzy from all the sudden sensations. He lets out a moan when Hina starts nibbling along his neck, fingers tangling in Hina’s hair, and when the other man bites softly at the juncture between shoulder and neck, Ohkura comes, his orgasm surprising him as he gasps and growls, body shaking.
Once the world stops blinding him, he feels the soft kisses Hina leaves on his lips, his hand still loosely holding his softening erection; Ohkura sighs contentedly and watches as Hina takes his hand back and licks the semen off his fingers.
He can’t help but moan again, what’s left of his hard-on twitching at the visual, but Hina just chuckles, nuzzling him once he’s done licking his hand clean.
“Nap now,” he says, kissing Ohkura’s forehead and pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. “You need to rest.”
“But… And you?”
Hina grins. “Don’t worry. Once Tatsu is done with his nap, we’ll find ways to entertain ourselves.”
As sleep takes over him, Ohkura feels Hina settling more comfortably next to him, and he can’t help but smile. He always gets what he wants in the end.
.END.
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