Drabble: Bear threats
Title: Bear threats
Pairings/Characters: Kame,Koki
Rating: R
Warnings: PWP
Summary: The last of the things written for the "private" smut meme, for quarrions, originally posted here. Prompted with frottage and/ hand jobs/not getting undressed all the way/rough/in hurry, combined?
Notes: Strangely inspired by this? Only a little. 574 words
Koki admits he’s just a little envious of all the attention Kame is paying to Nakamaru and Ueda in their skits lately. He bites Nakamaru during every concert, and Nakamaru has marks to prove how much of it is just a game. He’s also all over Ueda, rolling with him around the stage, bear hugs and what not. Koki knows it’s not healthy to be jealous of a bear, but . . .
“Someone’s in a hurry,” Kame says when Koki pushes him against the inside of the door of the hotel room. It comes out rather creepy because his voice breaks when Koki pushes one knee between his legs and squeezes his ass.
“I don’t see you complaining,” Koki hisses when Kame pulls at his hair, ponytail falling apart between his fingers. Kame’s hips are pushing forward, and Koki chokes on his breath, his erection straining painfully against his underwear. So yes, he’s been thinking of doing this since the middle of tonight’s concert.
“I’ll start if you don’t do something,” Kame whispers, and Koki realizes Kame’s just as hard. He shoves a hand between them, trying to unzip Kame’s pants and pulling his own sweats and underwear down just enough. Kame doesn’t disappoint-no underwear under the designer jeans-and Koki’s hand is around them both in no time.
“Yeah, that’s more like it,” Kame moans out, latching to Koki’s neck and sucking. Koki’s breath hitches because this is what he’s been imagining as he watched Kame leaning over Nakamaru. Only it’s much better like this-behind the closed door-and Koki’s hips jerk, pushing into his fist, his cock rubbing against Kame’s.
They move against each other, and Kame hooks one leg over the back of Koki’s thigh, crushing Koki’s hand between them. Koki drags Kame up by his hair, moaning against Kame’s lips as they bite and lick at each other. He gives up on stroking them, his hands going back to clutching Kame’s hips as he pushes him into the door, Kame meeting him with fury of his own.
When Kame throws his head back, hitting it against the door’s wood and his face contorts in pain and pleasure, Koki comes. It’s sudden, and he pushes Kame against the door one more time, trapping him there as he slumps forward.
“Oh fuck,” Kame groans, grabbing Koki’s hand and bringing it to his own cock. Koki doesn’t protest, gripping Kame and pulling him off fast, needing him to come before his own knees give in. He finds Kame's mouth again, kissing him deeply. When Kame starts to shiver against him, Koki pushes his thumb into the slit of Kame’s cock and bites his bottom lip. Kame comes with a deep moan, and when he slides down the wall, he takes Koki with him.
To Koki’s dismay, it takes Kame only another minute or two to catch his breath.
“You could have waited until we got into the shower,” he says, his nose wrinkling as he observes the stain on his jeans and the sweat in the crook of Koki’s neck, their shirts sticking to damp skin.
“No, I couldn’t,” Koki sighs, much more content now. “But give me five minutes and I’m so there.”
Kame laughs. “You have three,” he says as he gets up, letting his jeans fall all the way down. He doesn’t even look back as he walks into the bathroom. Koki is on his heels anyway.
end
A/N: This is really just something silly. It was actually the first thing I wrote for that meme, just to kind of get myself writing ;D So be kind <3
Pairings/Characters: Kame,Koki
Rating: R
Warnings: PWP
Summary: The last of the things written for the "private" smut meme, for quarrions, originally posted here. Prompted with frottage and/ hand jobs/not getting undressed all the way/rough/in hurry, combined?
Notes: Strangely inspired by this? Only a little. 574 words
Koki admits he’s just a little envious of all the attention Kame is paying to Nakamaru and Ueda in their skits lately. He bites Nakamaru during every concert, and Nakamaru has marks to prove how much of it is just a game. He’s also all over Ueda, rolling with him around the stage, bear hugs and what not. Koki knows it’s not healthy to be jealous of a bear, but . . .
“Someone’s in a hurry,” Kame says when Koki pushes him against the inside of the door of the hotel room. It comes out rather creepy because his voice breaks when Koki pushes one knee between his legs and squeezes his ass.
“I don’t see you complaining,” Koki hisses when Kame pulls at his hair, ponytail falling apart between his fingers. Kame’s hips are pushing forward, and Koki chokes on his breath, his erection straining painfully against his underwear. So yes, he’s been thinking of doing this since the middle of tonight’s concert.
“I’ll start if you don’t do something,” Kame whispers, and Koki realizes Kame’s just as hard. He shoves a hand between them, trying to unzip Kame’s pants and pulling his own sweats and underwear down just enough. Kame doesn’t disappoint-no underwear under the designer jeans-and Koki’s hand is around them both in no time.
“Yeah, that’s more like it,” Kame moans out, latching to Koki’s neck and sucking. Koki’s breath hitches because this is what he’s been imagining as he watched Kame leaning over Nakamaru. Only it’s much better like this-behind the closed door-and Koki’s hips jerk, pushing into his fist, his cock rubbing against Kame’s.
They move against each other, and Kame hooks one leg over the back of Koki’s thigh, crushing Koki’s hand between them. Koki drags Kame up by his hair, moaning against Kame’s lips as they bite and lick at each other. He gives up on stroking them, his hands going back to clutching Kame’s hips as he pushes him into the door, Kame meeting him with fury of his own.
When Kame throws his head back, hitting it against the door’s wood and his face contorts in pain and pleasure, Koki comes. It’s sudden, and he pushes Kame against the door one more time, trapping him there as he slumps forward.
“Oh fuck,” Kame groans, grabbing Koki’s hand and bringing it to his own cock. Koki doesn’t protest, gripping Kame and pulling him off fast, needing him to come before his own knees give in. He finds Kame's mouth again, kissing him deeply. When Kame starts to shiver against him, Koki pushes his thumb into the slit of Kame’s cock and bites his bottom lip. Kame comes with a deep moan, and when he slides down the wall, he takes Koki with him.
To Koki’s dismay, it takes Kame only another minute or two to catch his breath.
“You could have waited until we got into the shower,” he says, his nose wrinkling as he observes the stain on his jeans and the sweat in the crook of Koki’s neck, their shirts sticking to damp skin.
“No, I couldn’t,” Koki sighs, much more content now. “But give me five minutes and I’m so there.”
Kame laughs. “You have three,” he says as he gets up, letting his jeans fall all the way down. He doesn’t even look back as he walks into the bathroom. Koki is on his heels anyway.
end
A/N: This is really just something silly. It was actually the first thing I wrote for that meme, just to kind of get myself writing ;D So be kind <3