[kink_bingo] Shut Up & Drive (YokoHina)
Shut Up & Drive
Correction status: beta'ed by my kitty zukkii ♥
Author(s) : yue_akuma
Pairing : Murakami Shingo/Yokoyama Yuu.
Rating : NC-17.
Wordcount : ~1040 words
Warnings : AU, high-schooler!Yoko, blowjob (in a car), dirty-talk, groping, not-underage-but-barely stuff.
Summary : Yoko doesn't like when Murakami comes to pick him at school, but the older man is nothing if not persistent.
Notes : This wasn't supposed to be a fic, lol. It was just a random something I emailed Laura last week when I was bored. But well! Helps me fill a square. Also, please note that in the fic Yoko is 18 and Hina is 29! It may have a sequel. Or a prequel. Or something. :P
“Ah, I think your uncle is here, Yuu-chin~”
Yoko blinked at Maru, turning around to check out what his friend was talking about, and gritted his teeth. Him again.
“Not my uncle,” he growled, leaving Maru and Ryo behind him and walking toward Murakami. The man was waiting, leaning against his car, in suit and sunglasses, and Yoko thought about how unfair it was that this guy was so hot. Even if he wanted to be mad at him for intruding in his life and nearly stalking him, he also just couldn't help the way his body craved Murakami's touch, his voice, everything.
It didn't help when he smiled brightly at Yoko, waving at him.
“Hey Yokocho! I had work in a nearby street and-“
“Save your words,” Yoko whined, blushing already, “I don't want to come with you, leave me alone!”
Murakami stared at him, face unreadable, and Yoko felt himself burn from the inside; he knew he must have been bright red in the face.
“Oh, so you don't want me to give you a ride home? Fine. I was thinking about buying you ice cream on the way too but...”
Ice cream. Yoko whimpered softly. How could this guy know him so well already? Definitely unfair.
Checking that Maru and Ryo weren't seeing him, he sighed and nodded. “Fine, okay, if you insist. But that ice cream better be huge!”
Murakami grinned. “Don't worry about that.”
*
The ice cream was indeed awesome. Mint with chocolate chips, one of Yoko's favourites. He tried to pay Murakami no attention when he chuckled at Yoko licking the melting parts of his treat, but he could definitely feel his body heat up when the man put an innocent hand on his thigh.
“Be careful,” Yoko mumbled, mouth full of ice cream.
“Don't worry about that,” Murakami replied, the hint of a chuckle in his voice. “I'm a very good driver.”
The hand went a bit higher on his thigh and Yoko mentally cursed himself; he was starting to get hard. To stop himself from giving up so quickly, he focused on his ice-cream, soon realizing that it was part of the reason why Murakami was starting to feel interested - not that he wasn't always interested in sex, but Yoko preferred to think that the way he was licking and slurping at his ice cream totally turned the other man on.
Feeling playful, he put on a bit of a show, licking slowly and making soft noises of contentment (which he didn't really have to force out, anyway) and the reaction was immediate. Murakami's hand slid a bit higher again, soon resting against Yoko's crotch, warm and gentle. It gave Yoko the need for more, and he finished his sweet treat in a hurry, thinking about how he could be eating something else. Well now he was definitely hard, and there was no way Murakami couldn't feel it.
Once finished licking and cleaning his fingers, Yoko turned around, pushing Murakami's hand away, and was rewarded by a quiet whine. “Now, don't be a brat,” he whispered; almost immediately Murakami was focused back on the road, silent for once. He took the next exit to the highway, and Yoko grinned at how well they understood each other.
Yoko undid his safety belt, leaned down across the console - and avoided the gear shift carefully - before reaching for Murakami's pants and caressing the bulge that was already there.
“Hmmm, I guess I'm still hungry,” he teased, loving how Murakami's breath stuttered at his words. Grinning, he pulled the zipper down, and fished inside for Murakami's cock; as he expected, it was hard as a rock, and big, and Yoko licked his lips thinking about how good it would taste.
He didn't waste time and licked it all over - as much as he could - before looking up at Murakami. “Can you still drive?”
The man grinned. “I told you not to worry about that.”
It was all the information Yoko needed; he wormed his way so his head was even more in Murakami's lap, being careful not to hit the steering wheel, and took it between his lips. Murakami groaned, and Yoko moaned when fingers started gripping his hair, a clear indication for him not to stop. Yoko sucked him in, taking him as deep as he could, and started sucking in earnest, not wanting to lose any time - and he really wanted to taste him but wasn’t too willing to admit it to himself.
Murakami kept on growling and panting, hips slightly moving up to meet Yoko's mouth; Yoko pushed a finger down, playing with his balls, and Murakami just outright cursed, fingers gripping almost painfully at Yoko's hair for a moment.
“That's it my boy, suck it,” he whispered, and Yoko knew he was close - Murakami always talked a lot when he was about to orgasm. “You little slut, you like it uh? You like it dirty, you can't live without cock, can you?”
Yoko moaned; he would really have loved to jerk off at this point, all the dirty talk and the feeling of Murakami's hard-on on his tongue making him light-headed, but the angle was wrong and he couldn't move his arms back. To relieve his frustration in a way, he sucked even harder, bobbing his head faster and faster, and then it didn't take long for Murakami to come in his mouth, grunting and snapping his hips up far less subtly than before. Yoko swallowed everything, moaning at the taste.
He pulled back, licking his lips, and was surprised to feel the car slow down. Murakami pulled to the side, stopping the engine, and Yoko just had the time to blink before he was pulled into a tight embrace and his lips were taken over by soft ones; the kiss was scalding and intense and Yoko couldn't even breathe, gripping for dear life at Murakami's arms.
“If you can wait,” the older man whispered as he pulled back, “I'll make it worth it for you.”
“Wait how long?” Yoko whined, his hard-on almost painful by now.
“Just the time for me to reach home.”
Yoko breathed deeply, nodded. “Okay. But hurry.”
Murakami grinned and started the engine again.
.END.
THERE. After 3 days of procrastinating lol. *bricked*