signal/kink bingo fill
Title: Signal
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R-- collars, some breathplay
Word Count: 902
Summary: It's only a little unpredictable.
Notes: Written for the ritual square of my kink_bingo card, with lots of gdocs lurking by sekky_chan.
It's an unspoken thing by now, the collar stuffed into each other's pocket. It's well-worn leather, soft to the touch, and this time, Junno's snuck it into Koki's pocket.
Koki doesn't say anything about it. Their meeting ends, and they part ways. He doesn't know when Junno will come to his place, so Koki goes straight there. Junno likes it best when Koki waits for him, clean and on fresh sheets; he's got some tidying up to do.
Freshly showered and fresh sheets on the bed, Koki makes himself comfortable. He holds the collar loosely, toying with the buckle. Junno doesn't mind if he finds Koki asleep for these meetings; what he does mind is not getting to place the collar on Koki himself.
Koki wakes to a gentle touch on his shoulder. He blinks the sleep from his eyes and sits up, crawling to the edge of the mattress and folding his knees under himself. Junno smiles down at him, combing his fingers through his hair, and Koki can’t help leaning into the touch. For a second, Junno allows it; too soon he’s pulling away and reaching for the collar.
It’s warm from being clenched in Koki’s fist, and Junno’s fingers barely tickle as they wrap the leather around his neck. Koki holds absolutely still, his hands in his lap. This is almost the best part, when both of Junno’s hands circle his neck, playing at controlling his breath for scant seconds. They’ve only done it a few times, though.
Once Junno lets him go, Koki begins to work at tugging his clothes away. It’s a silent affair, and when Koki is through, Junno sweeps past him, making himself at home in Koki’s bed. Koki can feel the mattress shift as Junno spreads out and crosses his arms behind his head; he waits until the other is completely still before turning to him.
Junno smiles at Koki, and Koki can’t help but grin back. He leans down, presses a quick kiss to Junno’s lips, and keeps going. For a quick second, Koki nips at Junno’s navel, stealing a glance up at him. He gets a crooked grin, and Koki drags his tongue down to his dick. He’s only half-hard, but Koki doesn’t mind; he licks his palm and wraps it around Junno, jerking him to full hardness before slurping him down.
The first lick is always Koki’s favorite; the way Junno goes extra still for the first moments is the best. It allows him to take Junno all the way in. Koki likes best to hum, and make Junno squirm. He doesn’t do it for very long, though, because Junno likes for Koki to ride him. With one last lingering suckle Koki sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist. Junno’s starting to look a little desperate.
Koki scoots forward, leaning toward his night table for the lube. Junno’s hands are still behind his head; his fists are clenched like he wants to touch. He can’t, though, and Koki smirks a little as he slicks his fingers. His first slippery touch makes Junno jerk beneath him, but Koki ignores it as he stretches himself. He leans forward just the tiniest bit to avoid any wayward stimulation on Junno’s part; that isn’t how this is supposed to go.
Finally he’s ready, and Koki settles back onto Junno. It still burns as he’s filled; he likes those still seconds as he breathes out. He eases up, and Junno barely follows. Koki takes his time establishing his speed, but Junno waits as patiently as he can.
“Come on,” Koki whispers, voice rough. That’s all it takes for Junno’s hands to grab at his hips, his shoulders, pull him closer and fuck him hard. Junno thrusts up so roughly that Koki’s teeth click together, and in retaliation he leans forward to nip at his lips.
The sudden pain makes Junno gasp, and his eyes flash in the moment before he rolls them over. Koki grunts as his back hits the mattress, and he gets only a few seconds to catch his breath before Junno pulls him closer, the backs of his thighs sticking from sweat. He wraps his legs around Junno’s waist, urging him to keep close, even though he knows he doesn’t have to beg for that.
Junno grabs for one of Koki’s hands; he doesn’t have to do much else before Koki wraps it around his dick. He tugs himself hard, racing to finish before Junno does; it’s an unspoken challenge.
Both of them speed up, Junno’s eyes glintingt before he drags his fingers along the collar. Koki can’t really help it when he falters; he always gets a thrill when the other hooks his fingers around the leather and pulls. As his oxygen is cut off, Koki jerks off faster, and right as the black spots start swimming in his vision, Junno lets go. Koki gasps as he comes, eyes tearing up, and shortly Junno stills above him.
They collapse in a sweaty heap, and Koki can’t help but laugh breathlessly. He feels stretched out and shaky, in a good sort of way, and he doesn’t mind that Junno’s squishing him. After several quiet minutes, Junno rolls off of Koki, grimacing at the mess, and gently unbuckles the collar. He leaves it on the bedside table, ready for next time Koki decides to slip it into his pocket.
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R-- collars, some breathplay
Word Count: 902
Summary: It's only a little unpredictable.
Notes: Written for the ritual square of my kink_bingo card, with lots of gdocs lurking by sekky_chan.
It's an unspoken thing by now, the collar stuffed into each other's pocket. It's well-worn leather, soft to the touch, and this time, Junno's snuck it into Koki's pocket.
Koki doesn't say anything about it. Their meeting ends, and they part ways. He doesn't know when Junno will come to his place, so Koki goes straight there. Junno likes it best when Koki waits for him, clean and on fresh sheets; he's got some tidying up to do.
Freshly showered and fresh sheets on the bed, Koki makes himself comfortable. He holds the collar loosely, toying with the buckle. Junno doesn't mind if he finds Koki asleep for these meetings; what he does mind is not getting to place the collar on Koki himself.
Koki wakes to a gentle touch on his shoulder. He blinks the sleep from his eyes and sits up, crawling to the edge of the mattress and folding his knees under himself. Junno smiles down at him, combing his fingers through his hair, and Koki can’t help leaning into the touch. For a second, Junno allows it; too soon he’s pulling away and reaching for the collar.
It’s warm from being clenched in Koki’s fist, and Junno’s fingers barely tickle as they wrap the leather around his neck. Koki holds absolutely still, his hands in his lap. This is almost the best part, when both of Junno’s hands circle his neck, playing at controlling his breath for scant seconds. They’ve only done it a few times, though.
Once Junno lets him go, Koki begins to work at tugging his clothes away. It’s a silent affair, and when Koki is through, Junno sweeps past him, making himself at home in Koki’s bed. Koki can feel the mattress shift as Junno spreads out and crosses his arms behind his head; he waits until the other is completely still before turning to him.
Junno smiles at Koki, and Koki can’t help but grin back. He leans down, presses a quick kiss to Junno’s lips, and keeps going. For a quick second, Koki nips at Junno’s navel, stealing a glance up at him. He gets a crooked grin, and Koki drags his tongue down to his dick. He’s only half-hard, but Koki doesn’t mind; he licks his palm and wraps it around Junno, jerking him to full hardness before slurping him down.
The first lick is always Koki’s favorite; the way Junno goes extra still for the first moments is the best. It allows him to take Junno all the way in. Koki likes best to hum, and make Junno squirm. He doesn’t do it for very long, though, because Junno likes for Koki to ride him. With one last lingering suckle Koki sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist. Junno’s starting to look a little desperate.
Koki scoots forward, leaning toward his night table for the lube. Junno’s hands are still behind his head; his fists are clenched like he wants to touch. He can’t, though, and Koki smirks a little as he slicks his fingers. His first slippery touch makes Junno jerk beneath him, but Koki ignores it as he stretches himself. He leans forward just the tiniest bit to avoid any wayward stimulation on Junno’s part; that isn’t how this is supposed to go.
Finally he’s ready, and Koki settles back onto Junno. It still burns as he’s filled; he likes those still seconds as he breathes out. He eases up, and Junno barely follows. Koki takes his time establishing his speed, but Junno waits as patiently as he can.
“Come on,” Koki whispers, voice rough. That’s all it takes for Junno’s hands to grab at his hips, his shoulders, pull him closer and fuck him hard. Junno thrusts up so roughly that Koki’s teeth click together, and in retaliation he leans forward to nip at his lips.
The sudden pain makes Junno gasp, and his eyes flash in the moment before he rolls them over. Koki grunts as his back hits the mattress, and he gets only a few seconds to catch his breath before Junno pulls him closer, the backs of his thighs sticking from sweat. He wraps his legs around Junno’s waist, urging him to keep close, even though he knows he doesn’t have to beg for that.
Junno grabs for one of Koki’s hands; he doesn’t have to do much else before Koki wraps it around his dick. He tugs himself hard, racing to finish before Junno does; it’s an unspoken challenge.
Both of them speed up, Junno’s eyes glintingt before he drags his fingers along the collar. Koki can’t really help it when he falters; he always gets a thrill when the other hooks his fingers around the leather and pulls. As his oxygen is cut off, Koki jerks off faster, and right as the black spots start swimming in his vision, Junno lets go. Koki gasps as he comes, eyes tearing up, and shortly Junno stills above him.
They collapse in a sweaty heap, and Koki can’t help but laugh breathlessly. He feels stretched out and shaky, in a good sort of way, and he doesn’t mind that Junno’s squishing him. After several quiet minutes, Junno rolls off of Koki, grimacing at the mess, and gently unbuckles the collar. He leaves it on the bedside table, ready for next time Koki decides to slip it into his pocket.