Of Public Parks and Shoelaces (Niou/Yagyuu)
Title: Of Public Parks and Shoelaces
Characters: Niou/Yagyuu
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~ 1000
Summary: Public parks are fun places.
Notes: Written for giving_ground for a smut meme, using the prompt 'Niou/Yagyuu, sex in a semi-public place'.
"I told you this was the perfect park," Niou murmured into Yagyuu's ear as he pushed the other down and shifted to press closer to the supine former beneath him. His fingers slid down Yagyuu's chest, finding one button, then another, and ready to give up on the buttons, the material of Yagyuu's shirt. But before he could pull it, ripping the rest of the buttons off, Yagyuu's fingers encircled his wrist, caught his other hand, and effectively bound him.
"It is still an out of the way place for a picnic," Yagyuu said, and he leaned up, just enough to press his lips to Niou's neck.
"It's deserted though, most of the time." As if to belie Niou's comment, a car drove by, slowing down as the driver looked at the park, the kids in the back loud enough to be heard by the pair on the grass, and, as if deciding it wasn't worth it, picked up speed again, and drove away. "Perfect spot for an uninterrupted picnic."
Yagyuu finally drew back, looking at Niou's eyes, because there was a look in them, one that he can easily recognize; it's in Niou's eyes every time he watched a prank unfold before him.
Except this isn't quite a prank.
"This is hardly a picnic activity." The food they'd brought, packed neatly in a hamper thanks to Niou's mother, was resting off to the side, forgotten by Niou and Yagyuu, because there are more important things to concentrate on.
"But normal picnics are so dull." Niou struggled to get his wrists free, but Yagyuu's hands were clamped tight around them. "I promise you this one won't be."
"Nothing with you is ever dull," came Yagyuu's reply, deadpan and distracted; he was glancing around for something within reach that would let him tie up Niou's wrists and leave his own hands free. They were in a public place; it wouldn't do for Niou to rip up his shirt because of impatience. There was still the trip home to consider.
"I try to keep life interesting," Niou quipped, and deciding that his wrists weren't going to be freed anytime soon, leaned down to press his lips to the portions of skin he'd already uncovered, sucking hard. Any marks would covered by clothing, hidden beneath uniform shirts, perhaps only seen in those minutes in the locker room where everyone was changing and unchanging. Even if they weren't, it was no big deal, at least not to Niou.
Yagyuu finally let go of Niou's wrists, only to flip them before Niou could do anything, reaching for Niou's shoe. The shoe itself was tossed aside, once Yagyuu had freed the shoelace from it; he reached once again for Niou's wrists, intent on binding them, until Niou hooked his leg behind Yagyuu's knees and pulled.
Yagyuu was staring up at the sky, flat on the grass rather than the blanket, before he realized it.
"My show," Niou murmured, once again straddling his partners hips, keeping his wrists just out of Yagyuu's reach.
"I don't think so," Yagyuu responded, hands straining to capture Niou's wrists.
The silence around them was broken by the slamming of a car door and a child's shout.
"Looks like it's not as deserted you said it was." Yagyuu laced the shoelace between Niou's wrists, lowered in surprise at the sounds. He had studied the park for days and no one had shown up at the place; why now, when something was going on? But the surprise didn't last for long: he turned his smirk on Yagyuu again, looking down at him.
"Just makes everything riskier," he commented, dropping his bound hands to Yagyuu's chest and and curling his fingers in the shirt. "Looks like you've got me all tied up-" although that was hardly the truth "-so what are you going to do now?" And proceeded to rock his hips against Yagyuu's, feeling Yagyuu's dick pressing against his.
Yagyuu chuckled and, not bothering to reply, undid Niou's jeans, sliding his hands in; there were no layers to stop his hand from wrapping around Niou's half hard dick, stroking, thumb running along the slit at the head, fingers moving along the sensitive ridges of his dick. He glanced up to see Niou's lips curl into a smile, eyelids lower. There was no moan though; not yet.
"If you hadn't tied my wrists, I could be returning the favor," he said, instead, his voice lower, huskier, than normal, and proceeded to jerk his hips towards Niou's hand.
"You can owe me one," was Yagyuu's response, and he let go of Niou's dick to lick his thumb, only to return his hand a moment later, dragging his thumb across the head once again.
"Daddy, daddy, let's play hide-and-seek." The kid's voice broke Niou's reverie, and he glanced up, just in time to see a child duck behind a tree not too far from them. His fingers curled tighter into the material of Yagyuu's shirt.
"You can return the favor at a later date," Yagyuu commented, lips twitching as a look of displeasure crossed Niou's face. "Riskier this might be, but I have no desire to be thrown into jail for public indecency."
"It might be interesting, a night in jail."
"Only if you think consorting with fellow delinquents is an enjoyable past time." Despite his words, however, Yagyuu's hand didn't move from Niou's dick; or rather, did, but only to reach further down and cup Niou's balls, his free hand taking over stroking his dick.
"I think there are other, more enjoyable pastimes," Niou murmured; his breathing changed, it was easy to recognize it in his voice.
"Such as this?" Yagyuu asked, stroking down the length of Niou's dick, twisting his wrist at the end.
"Among other things," Niou gasped, and dropped his head to Yagyuu's shoulder, hips bucking into Yagyuu's hand. Around them, the laughter of the child echoed.
"I think she's coming closer," Yagyuu murmured.
"You need to practice your hand job skills, then."
Yagyuu chuckled, and squeezed his hand around Niou. Atop him, Niou gasped and shuddered, coming hard into Yagyuu's hand.
"I'd like to think they didn't need any work," Yagyuu murmured, rolling them so he could look down at Niou. He pressed a quick kiss against Niou's lips and climbed off of him, reaching for the picnic hamper to dig out a napkin.
He settled the hamper to Niou's side when he replaced it, just in time too; the little girl that had disrupted their quiet ran around the tree they were hiding behind.
Characters: Niou/Yagyuu
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~ 1000
Summary: Public parks are fun places.
Notes: Written for giving_ground for a smut meme, using the prompt 'Niou/Yagyuu, sex in a semi-public place'.
"I told you this was the perfect park," Niou murmured into Yagyuu's ear as he pushed the other down and shifted to press closer to the supine former beneath him. His fingers slid down Yagyuu's chest, finding one button, then another, and ready to give up on the buttons, the material of Yagyuu's shirt. But before he could pull it, ripping the rest of the buttons off, Yagyuu's fingers encircled his wrist, caught his other hand, and effectively bound him.
"It is still an out of the way place for a picnic," Yagyuu said, and he leaned up, just enough to press his lips to Niou's neck.
"It's deserted though, most of the time." As if to belie Niou's comment, a car drove by, slowing down as the driver looked at the park, the kids in the back loud enough to be heard by the pair on the grass, and, as if deciding it wasn't worth it, picked up speed again, and drove away. "Perfect spot for an uninterrupted picnic."
Yagyuu finally drew back, looking at Niou's eyes, because there was a look in them, one that he can easily recognize; it's in Niou's eyes every time he watched a prank unfold before him.
Except this isn't quite a prank.
"This is hardly a picnic activity." The food they'd brought, packed neatly in a hamper thanks to Niou's mother, was resting off to the side, forgotten by Niou and Yagyuu, because there are more important things to concentrate on.
"But normal picnics are so dull." Niou struggled to get his wrists free, but Yagyuu's hands were clamped tight around them. "I promise you this one won't be."
"Nothing with you is ever dull," came Yagyuu's reply, deadpan and distracted; he was glancing around for something within reach that would let him tie up Niou's wrists and leave his own hands free. They were in a public place; it wouldn't do for Niou to rip up his shirt because of impatience. There was still the trip home to consider.
"I try to keep life interesting," Niou quipped, and deciding that his wrists weren't going to be freed anytime soon, leaned down to press his lips to the portions of skin he'd already uncovered, sucking hard. Any marks would covered by clothing, hidden beneath uniform shirts, perhaps only seen in those minutes in the locker room where everyone was changing and unchanging. Even if they weren't, it was no big deal, at least not to Niou.
Yagyuu finally let go of Niou's wrists, only to flip them before Niou could do anything, reaching for Niou's shoe. The shoe itself was tossed aside, once Yagyuu had freed the shoelace from it; he reached once again for Niou's wrists, intent on binding them, until Niou hooked his leg behind Yagyuu's knees and pulled.
Yagyuu was staring up at the sky, flat on the grass rather than the blanket, before he realized it.
"My show," Niou murmured, once again straddling his partners hips, keeping his wrists just out of Yagyuu's reach.
"I don't think so," Yagyuu responded, hands straining to capture Niou's wrists.
The silence around them was broken by the slamming of a car door and a child's shout.
"Looks like it's not as deserted you said it was." Yagyuu laced the shoelace between Niou's wrists, lowered in surprise at the sounds. He had studied the park for days and no one had shown up at the place; why now, when something was going on? But the surprise didn't last for long: he turned his smirk on Yagyuu again, looking down at him.
"Just makes everything riskier," he commented, dropping his bound hands to Yagyuu's chest and and curling his fingers in the shirt. "Looks like you've got me all tied up-" although that was hardly the truth "-so what are you going to do now?" And proceeded to rock his hips against Yagyuu's, feeling Yagyuu's dick pressing against his.
Yagyuu chuckled and, not bothering to reply, undid Niou's jeans, sliding his hands in; there were no layers to stop his hand from wrapping around Niou's half hard dick, stroking, thumb running along the slit at the head, fingers moving along the sensitive ridges of his dick. He glanced up to see Niou's lips curl into a smile, eyelids lower. There was no moan though; not yet.
"If you hadn't tied my wrists, I could be returning the favor," he said, instead, his voice lower, huskier, than normal, and proceeded to jerk his hips towards Niou's hand.
"You can owe me one," was Yagyuu's response, and he let go of Niou's dick to lick his thumb, only to return his hand a moment later, dragging his thumb across the head once again.
"Daddy, daddy, let's play hide-and-seek." The kid's voice broke Niou's reverie, and he glanced up, just in time to see a child duck behind a tree not too far from them. His fingers curled tighter into the material of Yagyuu's shirt.
"You can return the favor at a later date," Yagyuu commented, lips twitching as a look of displeasure crossed Niou's face. "Riskier this might be, but I have no desire to be thrown into jail for public indecency."
"It might be interesting, a night in jail."
"Only if you think consorting with fellow delinquents is an enjoyable past time." Despite his words, however, Yagyuu's hand didn't move from Niou's dick; or rather, did, but only to reach further down and cup Niou's balls, his free hand taking over stroking his dick.
"I think there are other, more enjoyable pastimes," Niou murmured; his breathing changed, it was easy to recognize it in his voice.
"Such as this?" Yagyuu asked, stroking down the length of Niou's dick, twisting his wrist at the end.
"Among other things," Niou gasped, and dropped his head to Yagyuu's shoulder, hips bucking into Yagyuu's hand. Around them, the laughter of the child echoed.
"I think she's coming closer," Yagyuu murmured.
"You need to practice your hand job skills, then."
Yagyuu chuckled, and squeezed his hand around Niou. Atop him, Niou gasped and shuddered, coming hard into Yagyuu's hand.
"I'd like to think they didn't need any work," Yagyuu murmured, rolling them so he could look down at Niou. He pressed a quick kiss against Niou's lips and climbed off of him, reaching for the picnic hamper to dig out a napkin.
He settled the hamper to Niou's side when he replaced it, just in time too; the little girl that had disrupted their quiet ran around the tree they were hiding behind.