koki gloryhole nc-17
written for the anon kink meme January 2008
prompt:
Who: Subaru/Koki
What: There's a gloryhole in the men's bathroom on the 4th floor of the Jimusho building.
How: sloppy, anonymous, giving head while masturbating!
Koki's heard about it. In his Junior days it was all anyone talked about for a few months--there were all sorts of rumors about their senpais, but the one about a particular bathroom stall was repeated more than most. He'd forgotten all about it though, until today.
This morning's photo shoot was uncomfortable at best. They're posing shirtless again, and this time the photographer wants to pretend as if they're all getting caught in the shower together. The last few hours have found Koki faux-kissing water droplets from Kame's collarbone, forcing Ueda up against a wet tile wall, and rubbing tastelessly up against Jin under a steady, hot shower in nothing but their boxer shorts, and there's not much more he can take. He excuses himself at lunch break, and notices with a laugh that the rest of the blushing group seems just as eager to go their separate ways for an hour or so, to a broom closet, or an empty dressing room, or a bathroom...
And that's when Koki thinks about it. Brilliant, he decides. This is the best idea he's had all day. His memory is a little shaky, but eventually he ends up in the right bathroom, counts down the right number of stalls, and then he's in, and there it is--a none-too-discreet waist-high hole in the wall of the bathroom stall. Koki's alone, but there's something thrilling about just being here, about touching himself and putting images to the rumors he'd always heard. Koki's fumbling for his zipper almost before he's closed the door, and then his dick is in his hand, warm and heavy and slick, and he's eying the hole.
It's not going to do much for him, not without someone on the other side, but Koki has to know, has to see what it feels like to push his dick through the hole, has to imagine what it's like to wait for a stranger's mouth to close around it, wet and hot and--
He hears the door open just as he's pushed himself through the hole, and he freezes, feels the rough, uncomfortable touch of the wood against him and around him, and he dares not jerk away, dares not make a sound. There are footsteps echoing across the tile and Koki's breath catches in his throat as he waits for his unexpected companion to stop at one of the urinals or stalls before his. But the footsteps don't slow--they're intent, and determined, and in a moment they've passed Koki's stall completely, stopping short at the stall beside him. The stall his dick is currently in.
He nearly gasps as the door swings open, fumbles to pull himself back through, but before he can, there's a hand brushing his cock with soft, warm fingers, and Koki nearly passes out. Instead he reaches up, grips the top of the wall between them, tries to control his breathing as he presses himself tightly up against the hole.
The stranger gets to work immediately--fingers curling knowingly around Koki's cock, touching and exploring the length of it. Koki can feel hot breath on his dick now as the stranger leans forward to get a better glimpse, and then there's the warm, wet velvety swipe of a tongue against his head and Koki makes an embarrassing squeaky noise in the back of his throat. There's a soft laugh, and Koki can feel it, and then a warm, wet, perfect mouth closes around his cock, sucking him down as Koki thrusts his hips up against the wall, as Koki buries his fist in his shorts, gripping himself by the base as the stranger licks and sucks and swallows his cock.
Koki imagines that this is Kame, that Kame has finally come to his senses and realized he wants to fuck him, that Kame has followed him up here to collect on the many things Koki's offered him. He imagines the way Kame's face would look, with his mouth all full of Koki's cock, and he nearly looses it right then.
He imagines that this is Ueda, that those soft, perfect lips are Ueda's, curving around his dick, imagines Ueda kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor, desperate for Koki's cock, and he moans unsteadily.
He starts to imagine that this is Jin, that in that last unfortunate photo shoot, Jin felt Koki's hard-on as they pressed against each other, that Jin followed him here, that Jin's come to finish what he started--
The stranger starts to hum as he shifts his tongue, and any other thoughts Koki might have had are lost as he shifts desperately against the wall, poking his dick as far through the hole as he can, feels it bump up against the roof of a mouth, and Koki loses it, comes moaning something incoherent as the stranger swallows it all.
prompt:
Who: Subaru/Koki
What: There's a gloryhole in the men's bathroom on the 4th floor of the Jimusho building.
How: sloppy, anonymous, giving head while masturbating!
Koki's heard about it. In his Junior days it was all anyone talked about for a few months--there were all sorts of rumors about their senpais, but the one about a particular bathroom stall was repeated more than most. He'd forgotten all about it though, until today.
This morning's photo shoot was uncomfortable at best. They're posing shirtless again, and this time the photographer wants to pretend as if they're all getting caught in the shower together. The last few hours have found Koki faux-kissing water droplets from Kame's collarbone, forcing Ueda up against a wet tile wall, and rubbing tastelessly up against Jin under a steady, hot shower in nothing but their boxer shorts, and there's not much more he can take. He excuses himself at lunch break, and notices with a laugh that the rest of the blushing group seems just as eager to go their separate ways for an hour or so, to a broom closet, or an empty dressing room, or a bathroom...
And that's when Koki thinks about it. Brilliant, he decides. This is the best idea he's had all day. His memory is a little shaky, but eventually he ends up in the right bathroom, counts down the right number of stalls, and then he's in, and there it is--a none-too-discreet waist-high hole in the wall of the bathroom stall. Koki's alone, but there's something thrilling about just being here, about touching himself and putting images to the rumors he'd always heard. Koki's fumbling for his zipper almost before he's closed the door, and then his dick is in his hand, warm and heavy and slick, and he's eying the hole.
It's not going to do much for him, not without someone on the other side, but Koki has to know, has to see what it feels like to push his dick through the hole, has to imagine what it's like to wait for a stranger's mouth to close around it, wet and hot and--
He hears the door open just as he's pushed himself through the hole, and he freezes, feels the rough, uncomfortable touch of the wood against him and around him, and he dares not jerk away, dares not make a sound. There are footsteps echoing across the tile and Koki's breath catches in his throat as he waits for his unexpected companion to stop at one of the urinals or stalls before his. But the footsteps don't slow--they're intent, and determined, and in a moment they've passed Koki's stall completely, stopping short at the stall beside him. The stall his dick is currently in.
He nearly gasps as the door swings open, fumbles to pull himself back through, but before he can, there's a hand brushing his cock with soft, warm fingers, and Koki nearly passes out. Instead he reaches up, grips the top of the wall between them, tries to control his breathing as he presses himself tightly up against the hole.
The stranger gets to work immediately--fingers curling knowingly around Koki's cock, touching and exploring the length of it. Koki can feel hot breath on his dick now as the stranger leans forward to get a better glimpse, and then there's the warm, wet velvety swipe of a tongue against his head and Koki makes an embarrassing squeaky noise in the back of his throat. There's a soft laugh, and Koki can feel it, and then a warm, wet, perfect mouth closes around his cock, sucking him down as Koki thrusts his hips up against the wall, as Koki buries his fist in his shorts, gripping himself by the base as the stranger licks and sucks and swallows his cock.
Koki imagines that this is Kame, that Kame has finally come to his senses and realized he wants to fuck him, that Kame has followed him up here to collect on the many things Koki's offered him. He imagines the way Kame's face would look, with his mouth all full of Koki's cock, and he nearly looses it right then.
He imagines that this is Ueda, that those soft, perfect lips are Ueda's, curving around his dick, imagines Ueda kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor, desperate for Koki's cock, and he moans unsteadily.
He starts to imagine that this is Jin, that in that last unfortunate photo shoot, Jin felt Koki's hard-on as they pressed against each other, that Jin followed him here, that Jin's come to finish what he started--
The stranger starts to hum as he shifts his tongue, and any other thoughts Koki might have had are lost as he shifts desperately against the wall, poking his dick as far through the hole as he can, feels it bump up against the roof of a mouth, and Koki loses it, comes moaning something incoherent as the stranger swallows it all.