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Hot Coffee
Kamenashi Kazuya/Tanaka Koki
R- masturbation
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Earlier, Koki’s plan to have some quality bro time with Kame-chan had seemed brilliant, but as the evening dragged on, things were not cooperating as well as they could. Perhaps it hadn’t been a good idea to indulge in the chocolate-covered strawberries, even if Koki had had to listen to one of Maru’s long-winded discourses on how amazing they were, especially the ones from the restaurant he’d taken Kame to, and where they still were.
Kame had enjoyed everything about the meal, exclaiming how delicious everything was and unabashedly moaning with every bite. And if that hadn’t been enough, once the strawberries had gotten involved, it was all over for Koki. He shifted uncomfortably and as subtly as he could, going so far as to cross his legs, unable to stop fidgeting in an attempt to distract himself from the way Kame’s tongue flicked out with each and every bite; otherwise he’d not be leaving with his dignity intact. Koki couldn’t keep from imagining Kame’s tongue flicking against the head of his cock, and if he wasn’t careful he was sure that he’d be found out.
Unable to take the teasing, Koki had excused himself, mumbling about the bathroom in a vague sort of way. Luckily, he was wearing loose trousers and not as likely to be found out, though he made sure his shirt was effectively camouflaging his burgeoning erection.
Koki made it to the restroom unscathed, though he was sporting a rock-hard boner by the time he had finally crossed the restaurant. Thankfully the restroom was more than just a sad tiled room; there were stalls, exactly what Koki needed at that moment. He slipped into the nearest one, shutting it a bit loudly in his haste.
Stall door locked behind himself, Koki leaned against it for a moment, taking deep breaths in a last ditch attempt to will his erection away. A few moments of that, though, had no effect; the only thing Koki could do was to have an emergency jerk session. At least this time, he was in a relatively private place. As long as he was fast, Kame would have no idea.
Still leaning against the door, Koki unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, pausing for a moment to deliberate; did he really want to stay mostly dressed, or would it be okay to just push his clothes out of the way a bit? He preferred having room to work, so he shoved pants and underwear down, just enough to free himself. Before getting to it, Koki patted his pockets down, only to be a tiny bit disappointed. Of all the times he’d had lube packets on his person, this day was not one of them. Frowning a bit at his lack of foresight, Koki licked the palm of his hand, hissing at the first contact of fingers brushing the sensitive head of his dick.
After the first tentative touch, Koki sped up, furiously stroking his cock. He was definitely on a timetable, and though he’d love to take his time and enjoy things, the time and the place were wrong. Koki was not going to stop and think of all of Kame-chan’s little noises and how his tongue moistened his lips as they spoke over dinner, absolutely not.
Gasping as quietly as he could, the smallest of echoes bouncing through the restroom, Koki planted his feet, pressing his back against the stall door. He was so, so close; suddenly he heard the sound of the door opening, and Kame’s voice. “Koki? Are you all right?”
Koki couldn’t help groaning as he felt his cheeks burn with shame and his erection wilt somewhat. Kame-chan probably wouldn’t be thrilled at Koki’s mid-meal masturbation session. Koki swallowed, hand stilling as he tried to speak nonchalantly. “Oh, everything is fine, Kame-chan, just fine. I’ll be done in a few minutes.”
The silence on the other side of the stall door was unnerving; Kame probably knew exactly what he was doing. His nonchalance had been a little forced, and Koki cringed in anticipation of the embarrassment. The next sound Koki heard was a huff of laughter, and the click of the restroom door being locked. Koki perked up, dick throbbing with his renewed interest as he heard Kame’s boot heels clicking across the floor. They came to a stop on the other side of Koki’s stall door, and Kame whispered, low and wanton. “I know what you’re doing Koki. It was obvious from the moment you left what you were about to do. What’s got you so worked up?”
Koki gasped, then whispered. “I... I think you already know.” Swallowing hard and finding his voice, he continued, hissing, “You were making sex noises over the entire meal, how could you expect me to ignore it!? And you kept flicking your tongue out, what was I supposed to do?”
Kame’s response was not at all what Koki expected. “Koki~,” Kame singsonged, “I want you to finish. I want to hear everything.”
Moaning brokenly, Koki complied, restarting his strokes in a slow and controlled rhythm. At Kame-chan’s urging, he sped up again, allowing his breaths to come out audibly, only pausing to spit in the palm of his hand for a smoother session. Kame-chan was on the other side of the door, listening to every noise he made; Koki jerked himself a little faster with each noise the other man made. Kame whispered encouragement, words like so shameless, Koki and I really wish you’d let me watch, and soon enough, Koki was on the edge again.
Koki whimpered as his orgasm drew closer, not even attempting to be quiet anymore, since he already had an audience. Struggling, he spoke roughly. “Kame-chan-- I’m close.”
Kame’s only response was to chuckle, the sound pulling more helpless noises from Koki. He took it as a sign that he was allowed to come whenever he finally finished; Koki usually savored his alone time, but he was so turned on by the fact that Kame-chan was listening, somehow completely unfazed by his current activity.
As soon as the end was imminent, Koki sped up, a continuous stream of whimpers and whines pouring from his throat. He lined himself up with the toilet, free hand steadying himself as he stroked one final time, voice cracking as he moaned in relief, orgasm rippling from head to toe.
Somehow still standing after the rush of release, Koki let out an exhausted breath, cleaning up with a bit of tissue and dropping it into the toilet, flushing the evidence of his activities away. He readjusted his clothes, a spring in his step as he unlocked his door, studiously ignoring Kame’s piercing gaze as he washed his hands.
Making eye contact with Kame in the mirror as he straightened up, Koki felt his cheeks burning once more. Kame strode to the sinks confidently, slipping his arms around Koki’s waist and continuing to stare at him in the mirror. Kame smirked triumphantly, whispering directly into Koki’s ear. “How about coming back to my place for some hot coffee?”
Koki nodded mutely as he felt the stirrings of lust surging through his veins once again, unable to believe how lucky he’d been in getting caught by Kame-chan. He knew he was about to have the best damn coffee ever.
Hot Coffee
Kamenashi Kazuya/Tanaka Koki
R- masturbation
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Earlier, Koki’s plan to have some quality bro time with Kame-chan had seemed brilliant, but as the evening dragged on, things were not cooperating as well as they could. Perhaps it hadn’t been a good idea to indulge in the chocolate-covered strawberries, even if Koki had had to listen to one of Maru’s long-winded discourses on how amazing they were, especially the ones from the restaurant he’d taken Kame to, and where they still were.
Kame had enjoyed everything about the meal, exclaiming how delicious everything was and unabashedly moaning with every bite. And if that hadn’t been enough, once the strawberries had gotten involved, it was all over for Koki. He shifted uncomfortably and as subtly as he could, going so far as to cross his legs, unable to stop fidgeting in an attempt to distract himself from the way Kame’s tongue flicked out with each and every bite; otherwise he’d not be leaving with his dignity intact. Koki couldn’t keep from imagining Kame’s tongue flicking against the head of his cock, and if he wasn’t careful he was sure that he’d be found out.
Unable to take the teasing, Koki had excused himself, mumbling about the bathroom in a vague sort of way. Luckily, he was wearing loose trousers and not as likely to be found out, though he made sure his shirt was effectively camouflaging his burgeoning erection.
Koki made it to the restroom unscathed, though he was sporting a rock-hard boner by the time he had finally crossed the restaurant. Thankfully the restroom was more than just a sad tiled room; there were stalls, exactly what Koki needed at that moment. He slipped into the nearest one, shutting it a bit loudly in his haste.
Stall door locked behind himself, Koki leaned against it for a moment, taking deep breaths in a last ditch attempt to will his erection away. A few moments of that, though, had no effect; the only thing Koki could do was to have an emergency jerk session. At least this time, he was in a relatively private place. As long as he was fast, Kame would have no idea.
Still leaning against the door, Koki unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, pausing for a moment to deliberate; did he really want to stay mostly dressed, or would it be okay to just push his clothes out of the way a bit? He preferred having room to work, so he shoved pants and underwear down, just enough to free himself. Before getting to it, Koki patted his pockets down, only to be a tiny bit disappointed. Of all the times he’d had lube packets on his person, this day was not one of them. Frowning a bit at his lack of foresight, Koki licked the palm of his hand, hissing at the first contact of fingers brushing the sensitive head of his dick.
After the first tentative touch, Koki sped up, furiously stroking his cock. He was definitely on a timetable, and though he’d love to take his time and enjoy things, the time and the place were wrong. Koki was not going to stop and think of all of Kame-chan’s little noises and how his tongue moistened his lips as they spoke over dinner, absolutely not.
Gasping as quietly as he could, the smallest of echoes bouncing through the restroom, Koki planted his feet, pressing his back against the stall door. He was so, so close; suddenly he heard the sound of the door opening, and Kame’s voice. “Koki? Are you all right?”
Koki couldn’t help groaning as he felt his cheeks burn with shame and his erection wilt somewhat. Kame-chan probably wouldn’t be thrilled at Koki’s mid-meal masturbation session. Koki swallowed, hand stilling as he tried to speak nonchalantly. “Oh, everything is fine, Kame-chan, just fine. I’ll be done in a few minutes.”
The silence on the other side of the stall door was unnerving; Kame probably knew exactly what he was doing. His nonchalance had been a little forced, and Koki cringed in anticipation of the embarrassment. The next sound Koki heard was a huff of laughter, and the click of the restroom door being locked. Koki perked up, dick throbbing with his renewed interest as he heard Kame’s boot heels clicking across the floor. They came to a stop on the other side of Koki’s stall door, and Kame whispered, low and wanton. “I know what you’re doing Koki. It was obvious from the moment you left what you were about to do. What’s got you so worked up?”
Koki gasped, then whispered. “I... I think you already know.” Swallowing hard and finding his voice, he continued, hissing, “You were making sex noises over the entire meal, how could you expect me to ignore it!? And you kept flicking your tongue out, what was I supposed to do?”
Kame’s response was not at all what Koki expected. “Koki~,” Kame singsonged, “I want you to finish. I want to hear everything.”
Moaning brokenly, Koki complied, restarting his strokes in a slow and controlled rhythm. At Kame-chan’s urging, he sped up again, allowing his breaths to come out audibly, only pausing to spit in the palm of his hand for a smoother session. Kame-chan was on the other side of the door, listening to every noise he made; Koki jerked himself a little faster with each noise the other man made. Kame whispered encouragement, words like so shameless, Koki and I really wish you’d let me watch, and soon enough, Koki was on the edge again.
Koki whimpered as his orgasm drew closer, not even attempting to be quiet anymore, since he already had an audience. Struggling, he spoke roughly. “Kame-chan-- I’m close.”
Kame’s only response was to chuckle, the sound pulling more helpless noises from Koki. He took it as a sign that he was allowed to come whenever he finally finished; Koki usually savored his alone time, but he was so turned on by the fact that Kame-chan was listening, somehow completely unfazed by his current activity.
As soon as the end was imminent, Koki sped up, a continuous stream of whimpers and whines pouring from his throat. He lined himself up with the toilet, free hand steadying himself as he stroked one final time, voice cracking as he moaned in relief, orgasm rippling from head to toe.
Somehow still standing after the rush of release, Koki let out an exhausted breath, cleaning up with a bit of tissue and dropping it into the toilet, flushing the evidence of his activities away. He readjusted his clothes, a spring in his step as he unlocked his door, studiously ignoring Kame’s piercing gaze as he washed his hands.
Making eye contact with Kame in the mirror as he straightened up, Koki felt his cheeks burning once more. Kame strode to the sinks confidently, slipping his arms around Koki’s waist and continuing to stare at him in the mirror. Kame smirked triumphantly, whispering directly into Koki’s ear. “How about coming back to my place for some hot coffee?”
Koki nodded mutely as he felt the stirrings of lust surging through his veins once again, unable to believe how lucky he’d been in getting caught by Kame-chan. He knew he was about to have the best damn coffee ever.