Gift fic for yeska_noka
To: yeska_noka
From: orangegreenlove
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: Touch
Pairing/Group: Nikaido/Senga
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Notes: For yeska_noka . Because of writer's block, this ended up a lot shorter than intended. I hope you'll like it anyway!
Many thanks to my incredibly patient betas. <3
Summary: Nika touches himself, Senga gets to watch.
"Just watch, Kenpi," Nikaido said. He pushed Senga back to sit against the wall before flopping down in the middle of the bed.
"Okay?" Senga had no problem with looking at Nikaido - Nikaido's bare skin looked amazing against the sheets - but keeping his hands to himself wasn't really his thing. He would have fussed with his clothes to keep from reaching out, except he was just as naked as Nikaido.
As usual, Nikaido didn't waste any time playing subtle. He put two of his long fingers into his mouth to suck on them and looked at Senga with dark, low-lidded eyes. The smudged black lines of eyeliner made Nikaido's expressive eyes even more beautiful than usual.
Senga gulped. He couldn't help imagining Nikaido's pretty lips wrapped around his cock, giving it the same enthusiastic treatment Nikaido was currently giving his own fingers.
Nikaido moaned suddenly and Senga's eyes flew to where Nikaido's other hand was twisting one of Nikaido's nipples.
While Senga's own nipples weren't particularly sensitive, Nikaido's were all the more so, fascinating Senga no end. Almost without meaning to, he reached to touch the nipple Nikaido wasn't playing with himself, but Nikaido slapped his hand away before he could do more than flick at it teasingly.
"Don't touch me," Nikaido grinned. When Senga obediently put his hands in his lap, touching his hard cock almost by accident, Nikaido slapped at him again. "And don't touch yourself either."
"But, Nika," Senga whined, "you're hot!"
"I know," Nikaido answered smugly. He kept twisting his nipple, arching into the touch. He trailed his wet fingers down his throat, circling the sensitive spot in the hollow of his throat for a moment, before moving on down.
Senga sat on his hands to keep from touching either himself or Nikaido, the temptation growing stronger the more Nikaido got into his little game.
Wrapping his hand around his cock, Nikaido stroked himself fast and sure.
If it hadn't been for the pleased little moans Nikaido was making, Senga could have controlled himself, but the sound of Nikaido's panting voice was just too much for him. He simply had to touch himself or go crazy.
He sighed with relief as his hand closed around his cock, stroking himself at the same speed as Nikaido, his eyes fixed on Nikaido's long fingers pumping Nikaido's cock.
"How much do you want me?" Nikaido asked, his hand stilling.
"Nh?" Senga's brain took a moment to catch up.
"Cause you have a choice here," Nikaido continued.
"You can either touch yourself while you watch me, or you can be good and wait until I'm done." Nikaido grinned at Senga. "If you wait," he licked his lips to emphasize his point, "I'll take care of you."
"Nika..." Senga needed a moment to compose himself, the mental images - Nikaido stroking himself to completion, back arching, mouth open on a moan; Nikaido finger-fucking himself, spreading himself wide open for Senga to see; Nikaido taking Senga's cock into his mouth, sucking hard and swallowing his come; Nikaido pushing Senga down and riding his cock, squeezing tight - having overloaded his brain.
Nikaido just grinned at him, waiting patiently, or not so patiently, for Senga's answer. Shaking his head to clear it, Senga reluctantly let go off his cock. He gripped his knees tightly to avoid any further temptations. "I'll watch," he said breathlessly, "I'll watch you, Nika, I'll watch."
Nikaido's pleased smile made his heart flutter in a different way, making him forget his arousal for just a moment in favour of Nikaido's shining eyes, but then Nikaido moaned again, snapping Senga's attention back to the matter at hand.
Playing with his nipples while he stroked himself, Nikaido was getting serious about getting himself off. "Talk to me," he demanded, looking at Senga with his dark eyes. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Uhm." Senga wasn't sure where to start. Everything, wasn't an answer he could give. "Suck your fingers again?" he asked hesitantly. Nikaido actually did as he was told, pushing two fingers into his mouth and sucking hard, while at the same time stroking his cock faster.
Senga moaned at the sight. Nikaido putting anything into his pretty, pretty mouth always aroused him and Nikaido obeying his orders was a rare and treasured treat.
"Touch... touch that spot on your throat that always makes you moan," Senga demanded. His eyes widened when Nikaido kept sucking on his fingers and instead let go off his cock to obey, fingers fluttering lightly over his throat. Nikaido moaned around his fingers and Senga echoed him, both sounding equally desperate.
Senga's mind raced. "Trail your fingers down your chest, to that spot near your right hipbone," he ordered with a shaking voice.
Even if he hadn't been watching, Senga would have known when Nikaido's elegant fingers reached the spot in question, the small gasp Nikaido gave all the confirmation he needed.
"Play with your nipples again," Senga directed, "and, uhm, touch the tip of your cock, then lick the precome from your fingers."
"Kento!" Nikaido looked shocked for a moment, but then he laughed breathlessly and did as he was told, making a show of licking up the drop of precome.
Nikaido played with his nipples as ordered, alternately twisting and pinching them, his breath coming in quick little pants.
Moaning at the sight, Senga decided to end this before he burst, or worse, gave in and touched himself. "Touch your cock again. Stroke," Senga had to compose himself for a moment before he could go on, "stroke yourself hard and fast until you come."
Locking eyes with Senga, Nikaido did as he was told. Moaning continuously, he gripped his cock tightly and stroked himself quickly, Senga's panting breath spuring him on.
"Come on," Senga moaned, his hands gripping his knees tightly to keep from touching himself. "Please, Nika, I can't--"
"Yeah," Nikaido gasped and came hard, his back arching and his come spilling over his fingers. Nikaido looked gorgeous as he came, head tipped back, mouth open and trembling all over.
Senga was quite sure he would have come right then and there if he had so much as brushed against his cock, but he kept his hands resolutely on his knees.
It couldn't have been more than a minute before Nikaido opened his eyes again. Looking Senga in the eye, he lifted his hand and slowly licked his fingers clean, one after the other.
By the time Nikaido's hand was clean, Senga was shaking. Beyond words, he begged Nikaido with his eyes.
Grinning, Nikaido sat up and slowly crawled over to Senga.
"Kiss me," he murmured, but didn't wait for Senga to do so. He pressed his lips to Senga's, slipping his tongue into Senga's mouth when he gasped.
Letting go of his knees, Senga grasped at Nikaido, clutching him close, desperate.
Breaking the kiss after just a few moments, Nikaido asked, "Want to come, Kenpi?"
"Please," Senga gasped, "please, yes, please!"
Grinning, Nikaido finally leaned down and gave a quick lick to the tip of Senga's cock. Senga gasped, clutching at Nikaido's shoulders again.
Nikaido repeated his action, teasing Senga with little licks, entirely unsatisfying, until Senga simply couldn't stand it anymore. Getting a good grip on Nikaido's hair, he simply shoved Nikaido's head down onto his cock.
Nikaido moaned his approval, sucking hard, and Senga finally came, nearly blacking out from the force of his orgasm.
Dizzy from orgasm, Senga followed along weakly when Nikaido moved to stretch out on the bed, cuddling into his arms with the last of his strength.
Holding Senga close, Nikaido said, "How was that, huh? I learned to be patient."
Senga laughed weakly. He wasn't about to correct Nikaido - he didn't think he'd survive it if Nikaido actually learned some patience.
"Tease," he whispered before yawning cutely.
"You loved it," Nikaido grinned.
Senga's breath evened out as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Nikaido's grin softened into a smile and he let his eyes fall shut as well. "And you love me."
"Nh."
"Sweet dreams, Kenpi."
From: orangegreenlove
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: Touch
Pairing/Group: Nikaido/Senga
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Notes: For yeska_noka . Because of writer's block, this ended up a lot shorter than intended. I hope you'll like it anyway!
Many thanks to my incredibly patient betas. <3
Summary: Nika touches himself, Senga gets to watch.
"Just watch, Kenpi," Nikaido said. He pushed Senga back to sit against the wall before flopping down in the middle of the bed.
"Okay?" Senga had no problem with looking at Nikaido - Nikaido's bare skin looked amazing against the sheets - but keeping his hands to himself wasn't really his thing. He would have fussed with his clothes to keep from reaching out, except he was just as naked as Nikaido.
As usual, Nikaido didn't waste any time playing subtle. He put two of his long fingers into his mouth to suck on them and looked at Senga with dark, low-lidded eyes. The smudged black lines of eyeliner made Nikaido's expressive eyes even more beautiful than usual.
Senga gulped. He couldn't help imagining Nikaido's pretty lips wrapped around his cock, giving it the same enthusiastic treatment Nikaido was currently giving his own fingers.
Nikaido moaned suddenly and Senga's eyes flew to where Nikaido's other hand was twisting one of Nikaido's nipples.
While Senga's own nipples weren't particularly sensitive, Nikaido's were all the more so, fascinating Senga no end. Almost without meaning to, he reached to touch the nipple Nikaido wasn't playing with himself, but Nikaido slapped his hand away before he could do more than flick at it teasingly.
"Don't touch me," Nikaido grinned. When Senga obediently put his hands in his lap, touching his hard cock almost by accident, Nikaido slapped at him again. "And don't touch yourself either."
"But, Nika," Senga whined, "you're hot!"
"I know," Nikaido answered smugly. He kept twisting his nipple, arching into the touch. He trailed his wet fingers down his throat, circling the sensitive spot in the hollow of his throat for a moment, before moving on down.
Senga sat on his hands to keep from touching either himself or Nikaido, the temptation growing stronger the more Nikaido got into his little game.
Wrapping his hand around his cock, Nikaido stroked himself fast and sure.
If it hadn't been for the pleased little moans Nikaido was making, Senga could have controlled himself, but the sound of Nikaido's panting voice was just too much for him. He simply had to touch himself or go crazy.
He sighed with relief as his hand closed around his cock, stroking himself at the same speed as Nikaido, his eyes fixed on Nikaido's long fingers pumping Nikaido's cock.
"How much do you want me?" Nikaido asked, his hand stilling.
"Nh?" Senga's brain took a moment to catch up.
"Cause you have a choice here," Nikaido continued.
"You can either touch yourself while you watch me, or you can be good and wait until I'm done." Nikaido grinned at Senga. "If you wait," he licked his lips to emphasize his point, "I'll take care of you."
"Nika..." Senga needed a moment to compose himself, the mental images - Nikaido stroking himself to completion, back arching, mouth open on a moan; Nikaido finger-fucking himself, spreading himself wide open for Senga to see; Nikaido taking Senga's cock into his mouth, sucking hard and swallowing his come; Nikaido pushing Senga down and riding his cock, squeezing tight - having overloaded his brain.
Nikaido just grinned at him, waiting patiently, or not so patiently, for Senga's answer. Shaking his head to clear it, Senga reluctantly let go off his cock. He gripped his knees tightly to avoid any further temptations. "I'll watch," he said breathlessly, "I'll watch you, Nika, I'll watch."
Nikaido's pleased smile made his heart flutter in a different way, making him forget his arousal for just a moment in favour of Nikaido's shining eyes, but then Nikaido moaned again, snapping Senga's attention back to the matter at hand.
Playing with his nipples while he stroked himself, Nikaido was getting serious about getting himself off. "Talk to me," he demanded, looking at Senga with his dark eyes. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Uhm." Senga wasn't sure where to start. Everything, wasn't an answer he could give. "Suck your fingers again?" he asked hesitantly. Nikaido actually did as he was told, pushing two fingers into his mouth and sucking hard, while at the same time stroking his cock faster.
Senga moaned at the sight. Nikaido putting anything into his pretty, pretty mouth always aroused him and Nikaido obeying his orders was a rare and treasured treat.
"Touch... touch that spot on your throat that always makes you moan," Senga demanded. His eyes widened when Nikaido kept sucking on his fingers and instead let go off his cock to obey, fingers fluttering lightly over his throat. Nikaido moaned around his fingers and Senga echoed him, both sounding equally desperate.
Senga's mind raced. "Trail your fingers down your chest, to that spot near your right hipbone," he ordered with a shaking voice.
Even if he hadn't been watching, Senga would have known when Nikaido's elegant fingers reached the spot in question, the small gasp Nikaido gave all the confirmation he needed.
"Play with your nipples again," Senga directed, "and, uhm, touch the tip of your cock, then lick the precome from your fingers."
"Kento!" Nikaido looked shocked for a moment, but then he laughed breathlessly and did as he was told, making a show of licking up the drop of precome.
Nikaido played with his nipples as ordered, alternately twisting and pinching them, his breath coming in quick little pants.
Moaning at the sight, Senga decided to end this before he burst, or worse, gave in and touched himself. "Touch your cock again. Stroke," Senga had to compose himself for a moment before he could go on, "stroke yourself hard and fast until you come."
Locking eyes with Senga, Nikaido did as he was told. Moaning continuously, he gripped his cock tightly and stroked himself quickly, Senga's panting breath spuring him on.
"Come on," Senga moaned, his hands gripping his knees tightly to keep from touching himself. "Please, Nika, I can't--"
"Yeah," Nikaido gasped and came hard, his back arching and his come spilling over his fingers. Nikaido looked gorgeous as he came, head tipped back, mouth open and trembling all over.
Senga was quite sure he would have come right then and there if he had so much as brushed against his cock, but he kept his hands resolutely on his knees.
It couldn't have been more than a minute before Nikaido opened his eyes again. Looking Senga in the eye, he lifted his hand and slowly licked his fingers clean, one after the other.
By the time Nikaido's hand was clean, Senga was shaking. Beyond words, he begged Nikaido with his eyes.
Grinning, Nikaido sat up and slowly crawled over to Senga.
"Kiss me," he murmured, but didn't wait for Senga to do so. He pressed his lips to Senga's, slipping his tongue into Senga's mouth when he gasped.
Letting go of his knees, Senga grasped at Nikaido, clutching him close, desperate.
Breaking the kiss after just a few moments, Nikaido asked, "Want to come, Kenpi?"
"Please," Senga gasped, "please, yes, please!"
Grinning, Nikaido finally leaned down and gave a quick lick to the tip of Senga's cock. Senga gasped, clutching at Nikaido's shoulders again.
Nikaido repeated his action, teasing Senga with little licks, entirely unsatisfying, until Senga simply couldn't stand it anymore. Getting a good grip on Nikaido's hair, he simply shoved Nikaido's head down onto his cock.
Nikaido moaned his approval, sucking hard, and Senga finally came, nearly blacking out from the force of his orgasm.
Dizzy from orgasm, Senga followed along weakly when Nikaido moved to stretch out on the bed, cuddling into his arms with the last of his strength.
Holding Senga close, Nikaido said, "How was that, huh? I learned to be patient."
Senga laughed weakly. He wasn't about to correct Nikaido - he didn't think he'd survive it if Nikaido actually learned some patience.
"Tease," he whispered before yawning cutely.
"You loved it," Nikaido grinned.
Senga's breath evened out as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Nikaido's grin softened into a smile and he let his eyes fall shut as well. "And you love me."
"Nh."
"Sweet dreams, Kenpi."