wishlisting :3
So Ri sent me over to yue_akuma's list, where I found an NTT prompt, so this happened. >:3 Also I know very little about cars that are of the fast and furious type, so...
Stick Shifting
Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- this is less about NTT having a chop shop and jacking cars and more about them having filthy sex; threesome, filthy talk, facial, a bit of orgasm denial
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Nakamaru fiddled with a bit of wiring, quite annoyed with his evening so far. Here he was, slaving away in the garage that his idiot friends had decided they needed to occupy in the middle of the seediest part of the abandoned district that mostly housed dilapidated warehouses. Their operation was the only sign of life for blocks around, so it wasn’t even that inconspicuous.
It was fine, in a way, since there was plenty of solitude to be had, but seriously, he didn’t like to be stuck in the garage with no idea where Junno and Koki were. The fools could get into serious trouble, and he’d never know. Nakamaru knew their reasoning was some nonsense that probably wasn’t far from the truth about being able to be tracked by the GPS in their cell phones; he’d told Junno time and time again that he’d long since disabled the tracking ability of their phones, but the other man would have none of it.
As he mentally reamed Junno and Koki out, Nakamaru balefully glared at the garage bay door. The only vehicle there at the moment was a hulking purple-black beast of a car, sleek and powerful and so very flash. He’d just finished altering all of the serial numbers and forging pertinent documents that day, and he was so ready to actually drive it; it had been calling his name ever since Koki had brought it back weeks ago. What was taking those fuckers so long to get back?
Nakamaru tossed down his tools, leaving the workbench in disarray as he trudged upstairs to the lounge that overlooked the entire garage. Maybe he could log some hours in his latest shooter while he waited for them to return. His plan was partially successful; he got a few missions cleared, but dozed off upon the completion of one.
When warmth surrounded him on both sides, Nakamaru woke up, blinking for a moment before realizing his surroundings. From the fact that the room was still illuminated by the soft glow of the television and the rope lights criss-crossing the ceiling, Nakamaru gathered that it was still very late, or perhaps early. The dull thud of the controller slipping from his hands had awoken him, as had wandering hands trailing down his torso. Oh. Well. Maybe he could forgive Junno and Koki for their shunning of technology, if they kept going and-- ah, it was like they’d read his mind.
Nakamaru stretched his legs out while Koki nuzzled into the side of his neck and Junno fumbled with his belt buckle. Once that obstacle had been cleared, the both of them slid eager hands into Nakamaru’s pants, groping him to full hardness and consciousness. Koki whispered into his ear, tongue flicking out at the end. “Yucchi, we have something to show you.”
He whined deep in the back of his throat, though he’d never admit it, as he was pulled to his feet. It was a bit difficult to walk with an erection, even if Junno was very thoughtfully helping him, though the questing fingers in his pants were a distraction. Somehow they managed the short distance to the room that served as Koki’s bedroom, mostly occupied by a sumptuous bed that was completely incongruous with their surroundings.
Nakamaru shouldn’t have been surprised that they had nothing to show him; they’d come in several times before claiming the same thing, and every time they’d ended up in bed. Or the one time Junno had swept everything off of his workbench and shoved him over it. That had been a particularly nice evening.
Junno slipped his hand out of Nakamaru’s pants, and he snapped out of his reverie as Koki knelt to tug at his boots. Between the two of them he was quickly disrobed, and he allowed himself to be guided to the bed. Nakamaru palmed himself, content to watch as Junno and Koki tore at each other’s clothes, pieces flying to the four corners. Finally, he cleared his throat, returning their attentions to him, though they did make a pretty picture, nails digging into tender flesh and tongues battling for dominance. The two of them broke apart, Junno clambering onto the bed next to Nakamaru as Koki dropped to his knees in front of them.
Nakamaru spread his thighs, pleased that Koki drew closer with no prompting. He lapped at the head of Nakamaru’s cock, taking it in further when Nakamaru nudged him with a foot. While Nakamaru and Koki were occupied, Junno reached under the pillows to search out the lube. Triumphant, he wound his way around Nakamaru once more, resting his chin on a shoulder, lips barely touching the shell of Nakamaru’s ear as he looked down at Koki. “How do you want him, Nakamaru-kun?” Junno murmured.
Koki moaned shrilly around his mouthful; Nakamaru tangled a hand into his hair and held him in place as he lazily thrust his hips upward. He considered the options, then spoke. “Koki is going to finger fuck himself, to get himself ready for me. You can have his mouth at the same time I’m fucking him.”
“Sounds perfect,” Junno said. Nakamaru could feel his smirk as he undoubtedly looked down at Koki. Somehow Koki managed to blush at Nakamaru’s declaration, even as he sucked the other man’s dick.
Nakamaru and Junno both watched as Koki alternated suction with pulling back to tongue the head of his cock and stroke. Really, Nakamaru would gladly have let Koki keep going, but he relented and pulled him up using his grip in Koki’s hair.
Koki let a bit of a moan slip as Nakamaru passed him to Junno; Nakamaru couldn’t help but smirk a bit as Junno pinched Koki’s ass as he pushed him onto the bed. Koki bit back a curse as he glared at Junno over his shoulder and imperiously held out a hand for the lube.
Nakamaru and Junno rearranged themselves, settling in to watch Koki. Junno elbowed Nakamaru, eyes sparkling deviously, as Koki flicked the lube open and slicked his fingers before leaning forward, supporting himself with an arm braced beneath him. Koki reached back, fingers skirting his rim. In unison, Junno and Nakamaru each grabbed a handful of Koki’s ass, ever so helpful in holding him wide open.
“So pretty and pink,” Junno murmured. Nakamaru made a noise of assent, and Koki shivered under their scrutiny.
Nakamaru spoke, voice a low rumble. “Go ahead, Koki. We want to see you fuck yourself before we use you.”
Koki slipped a single finger in, gasping at the intrusion. He pushed it in and out, speeding up and sliding a second in under the watchful eyes of Nakamaru and Junno. “Faster,” Nakamaru ordered, sharing a conspiratorial smirk with Junno.
A cascade of little noises followed as Koki complied, scissoring his fingers in and out. Junno reached under Koki with his free hand, unapologetic as he brushed against Koki’s neglected cock when he retrieved the lube. He held the tube out to Nakamaru, grinning madly as Nakamaru popped the cap with no hesitation. Nakamaru took it from Junno and squeezed lube onto his fingers, closing the tube and dropping it to the side as he slicked his own fingers in the excess cupped in Junno’s palm.
They exchanged glances again, then each prodded a finger alongside Koki’s, gently pressing in as he writhed beneath their hands. “Fuck,” Koki gasped out, struggling a bit with trying to continue his pace. “You fuckers are sneaky, go faster or let me do it myself.” Nakamaru assumed the words were supposed to come out fiercely, but instead were pleading.
Nakamaru increased his speed, entering counterpoint to Junno’s rhythm. Koki struggled with keeping up, instead making more helpless whimpers as his chest slumped forward. His hand faltered and he started to push against their fingers, cursing and gasping instead. “I’m ready, Yucchi, hurry,” Koki said, making one last effort to tangle his fingers with theirs.
Nakamaru made a thoughtful noise, two fingers deep. “Still so tight,” Junno mused, “but Nakamaru-kun is the one that decides if you’re ready, Koki.”
Nakamaru paused, wriggling his fingers a bit and watching Koki squirm. “Well, I suppose you’re ready.” He pulled them out and wiped his hand against the back of Koki’s thigh, smirking as Junno mimicked his action. “We’re going to make a mess of you.”
Koki and Junno moaned at Nakamaru’s words as he pulled Koki’s hand out of the way. Junno scrambled to lean against the headboard, pulling Koki towards himself. Nakamaru watched for a moment as they ground against each other, biting each other just as often as they kissed. He slicked himself, then pressed down on Koki’s shoulder in order to line himself up.
Nakamaru slowly pressed in, groaning at Koki’s tight heat, and the way he shuddered beneath his hands gripping his hips. He paused for a moment, simply watching as Junno’s fingers clenched in Koki’s hair. Junno bit his lip, eyes unseeing as Koki began sucking him in earnest. He blinked, then nodded at Nakamaru, signaling his readiness.
At the same time, Koki began pushing back against Nakamaru insistently. Nakamaru pulled out, then pushed back in more quickly, gradually speeding up and dictating Koki’s speed. Junno thrust his hips up every time Nakamaru drew back, the two of them working Koki over and nearly stealing his air. “Tell us what it feels like, Junnosuke,” Nakamaru gasped out, brow beginning to bead with sweat. Koki and Junno seemed to be in the same state.
Junno moaned, bucking up with abandon before regaining some semblance of control. “It feels good, Nakamaru-kun. He’s swallowing me down every time I thrust into his mouth... and every time you surge forward he just barely whimpers.”
Nakamaru held Koki’s hips tighter, fingernails pressing crescents into his skin. “Ah, he’s still so very tight around me, you know. I wonder... do you think he could take the both of us at once?”
Junno’s eyes flew open, and Koki groaned deep in his throat. Nakamaru smirked and continued. “I know you’ve both thought of it. Koki would pretend to protest, but he’d give in so quickly. Wouldn’t you, Koki?” He punctuated his question with a swift slap to Koki’s ass.
Koki pulled himself away from Junno long enough to half-heartedly protest before Junno pulled him back to his lap.
“Nakamaru-kun... I have thought about it. Koki’s so greedy, you know; so insatiable,” Junno said, as matter-of-factly as one could be while receiving a blow job. “I’m close, Nakamaru-kun.”
Nakamaru held Junno’s gaze. “You know what to do.”
With those words, Junno cried out, pulling Koki away and holding him in place. Nakamaru wished he could see it properly, the aftermath of Junno’s orgasm splattered across Koki’s face. He snaked a hand around to grip the base of Koki’s dick, his tell-tale trembling and increasing tightness signaling his end to Nakamaru.
“You have to wait until I say you can come, Koki, you know this,” Nakamaru muttered with some difficulty. He pulled Koki flush against his chest, looking over Koki’s shoulder at the way Junno had slumped bonelessly against the headboard, gaze hooded. Biting down on Koki’s shoulder, he thrust twice more, filling Koki with his release and tugging him off.
Koki writhed in his grip, tightening around Nakamaru and spilling over his fingers, splattering come across Junno’s chest. Junno made a noise of protest, though he quickly quieted when Nakamaru released Koki with a whispered, “Clean up your mess.”
Nakamaru sank back on his haunches, exhausted yet pleased. He was content to watch as Koki and Junno lapped at each other’s skin, his release slowly dripping from Koki. “Koki, you’re so delightfully filthy; if I didn’t have to get up to make it happen, I’d plug your ass so you’d stay filled until I said so.”
The only response to Nakamaru’s words was a chorus of moans; he continued to watch as Koki and Junno separated long enough to make themselves comfortable. Koki flopped face down on Junno’s chest and waved weakly for Nakamaru to join them. He obliged, laying back as Koki kicked a leg over his own. He could save the trial run for later.
Stick Shifting
Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- this is less about NTT having a chop shop and jacking cars and more about them having filthy sex; threesome, filthy talk, facial, a bit of orgasm denial
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Nakamaru fiddled with a bit of wiring, quite annoyed with his evening so far. Here he was, slaving away in the garage that his idiot friends had decided they needed to occupy in the middle of the seediest part of the abandoned district that mostly housed dilapidated warehouses. Their operation was the only sign of life for blocks around, so it wasn’t even that inconspicuous.
It was fine, in a way, since there was plenty of solitude to be had, but seriously, he didn’t like to be stuck in the garage with no idea where Junno and Koki were. The fools could get into serious trouble, and he’d never know. Nakamaru knew their reasoning was some nonsense that probably wasn’t far from the truth about being able to be tracked by the GPS in their cell phones; he’d told Junno time and time again that he’d long since disabled the tracking ability of their phones, but the other man would have none of it.
As he mentally reamed Junno and Koki out, Nakamaru balefully glared at the garage bay door. The only vehicle there at the moment was a hulking purple-black beast of a car, sleek and powerful and so very flash. He’d just finished altering all of the serial numbers and forging pertinent documents that day, and he was so ready to actually drive it; it had been calling his name ever since Koki had brought it back weeks ago. What was taking those fuckers so long to get back?
Nakamaru tossed down his tools, leaving the workbench in disarray as he trudged upstairs to the lounge that overlooked the entire garage. Maybe he could log some hours in his latest shooter while he waited for them to return. His plan was partially successful; he got a few missions cleared, but dozed off upon the completion of one.
When warmth surrounded him on both sides, Nakamaru woke up, blinking for a moment before realizing his surroundings. From the fact that the room was still illuminated by the soft glow of the television and the rope lights criss-crossing the ceiling, Nakamaru gathered that it was still very late, or perhaps early. The dull thud of the controller slipping from his hands had awoken him, as had wandering hands trailing down his torso. Oh. Well. Maybe he could forgive Junno and Koki for their shunning of technology, if they kept going and-- ah, it was like they’d read his mind.
Nakamaru stretched his legs out while Koki nuzzled into the side of his neck and Junno fumbled with his belt buckle. Once that obstacle had been cleared, the both of them slid eager hands into Nakamaru’s pants, groping him to full hardness and consciousness. Koki whispered into his ear, tongue flicking out at the end. “Yucchi, we have something to show you.”
He whined deep in the back of his throat, though he’d never admit it, as he was pulled to his feet. It was a bit difficult to walk with an erection, even if Junno was very thoughtfully helping him, though the questing fingers in his pants were a distraction. Somehow they managed the short distance to the room that served as Koki’s bedroom, mostly occupied by a sumptuous bed that was completely incongruous with their surroundings.
Nakamaru shouldn’t have been surprised that they had nothing to show him; they’d come in several times before claiming the same thing, and every time they’d ended up in bed. Or the one time Junno had swept everything off of his workbench and shoved him over it. That had been a particularly nice evening.
Junno slipped his hand out of Nakamaru’s pants, and he snapped out of his reverie as Koki knelt to tug at his boots. Between the two of them he was quickly disrobed, and he allowed himself to be guided to the bed. Nakamaru palmed himself, content to watch as Junno and Koki tore at each other’s clothes, pieces flying to the four corners. Finally, he cleared his throat, returning their attentions to him, though they did make a pretty picture, nails digging into tender flesh and tongues battling for dominance. The two of them broke apart, Junno clambering onto the bed next to Nakamaru as Koki dropped to his knees in front of them.
Nakamaru spread his thighs, pleased that Koki drew closer with no prompting. He lapped at the head of Nakamaru’s cock, taking it in further when Nakamaru nudged him with a foot. While Nakamaru and Koki were occupied, Junno reached under the pillows to search out the lube. Triumphant, he wound his way around Nakamaru once more, resting his chin on a shoulder, lips barely touching the shell of Nakamaru’s ear as he looked down at Koki. “How do you want him, Nakamaru-kun?” Junno murmured.
Koki moaned shrilly around his mouthful; Nakamaru tangled a hand into his hair and held him in place as he lazily thrust his hips upward. He considered the options, then spoke. “Koki is going to finger fuck himself, to get himself ready for me. You can have his mouth at the same time I’m fucking him.”
“Sounds perfect,” Junno said. Nakamaru could feel his smirk as he undoubtedly looked down at Koki. Somehow Koki managed to blush at Nakamaru’s declaration, even as he sucked the other man’s dick.
Nakamaru and Junno both watched as Koki alternated suction with pulling back to tongue the head of his cock and stroke. Really, Nakamaru would gladly have let Koki keep going, but he relented and pulled him up using his grip in Koki’s hair.
Koki let a bit of a moan slip as Nakamaru passed him to Junno; Nakamaru couldn’t help but smirk a bit as Junno pinched Koki’s ass as he pushed him onto the bed. Koki bit back a curse as he glared at Junno over his shoulder and imperiously held out a hand for the lube.
Nakamaru and Junno rearranged themselves, settling in to watch Koki. Junno elbowed Nakamaru, eyes sparkling deviously, as Koki flicked the lube open and slicked his fingers before leaning forward, supporting himself with an arm braced beneath him. Koki reached back, fingers skirting his rim. In unison, Junno and Nakamaru each grabbed a handful of Koki’s ass, ever so helpful in holding him wide open.
“So pretty and pink,” Junno murmured. Nakamaru made a noise of assent, and Koki shivered under their scrutiny.
Nakamaru spoke, voice a low rumble. “Go ahead, Koki. We want to see you fuck yourself before we use you.”
Koki slipped a single finger in, gasping at the intrusion. He pushed it in and out, speeding up and sliding a second in under the watchful eyes of Nakamaru and Junno. “Faster,” Nakamaru ordered, sharing a conspiratorial smirk with Junno.
A cascade of little noises followed as Koki complied, scissoring his fingers in and out. Junno reached under Koki with his free hand, unapologetic as he brushed against Koki’s neglected cock when he retrieved the lube. He held the tube out to Nakamaru, grinning madly as Nakamaru popped the cap with no hesitation. Nakamaru took it from Junno and squeezed lube onto his fingers, closing the tube and dropping it to the side as he slicked his own fingers in the excess cupped in Junno’s palm.
They exchanged glances again, then each prodded a finger alongside Koki’s, gently pressing in as he writhed beneath their hands. “Fuck,” Koki gasped out, struggling a bit with trying to continue his pace. “You fuckers are sneaky, go faster or let me do it myself.” Nakamaru assumed the words were supposed to come out fiercely, but instead were pleading.
Nakamaru increased his speed, entering counterpoint to Junno’s rhythm. Koki struggled with keeping up, instead making more helpless whimpers as his chest slumped forward. His hand faltered and he started to push against their fingers, cursing and gasping instead. “I’m ready, Yucchi, hurry,” Koki said, making one last effort to tangle his fingers with theirs.
Nakamaru made a thoughtful noise, two fingers deep. “Still so tight,” Junno mused, “but Nakamaru-kun is the one that decides if you’re ready, Koki.”
Nakamaru paused, wriggling his fingers a bit and watching Koki squirm. “Well, I suppose you’re ready.” He pulled them out and wiped his hand against the back of Koki’s thigh, smirking as Junno mimicked his action. “We’re going to make a mess of you.”
Koki and Junno moaned at Nakamaru’s words as he pulled Koki’s hand out of the way. Junno scrambled to lean against the headboard, pulling Koki towards himself. Nakamaru watched for a moment as they ground against each other, biting each other just as often as they kissed. He slicked himself, then pressed down on Koki’s shoulder in order to line himself up.
Nakamaru slowly pressed in, groaning at Koki’s tight heat, and the way he shuddered beneath his hands gripping his hips. He paused for a moment, simply watching as Junno’s fingers clenched in Koki’s hair. Junno bit his lip, eyes unseeing as Koki began sucking him in earnest. He blinked, then nodded at Nakamaru, signaling his readiness.
At the same time, Koki began pushing back against Nakamaru insistently. Nakamaru pulled out, then pushed back in more quickly, gradually speeding up and dictating Koki’s speed. Junno thrust his hips up every time Nakamaru drew back, the two of them working Koki over and nearly stealing his air. “Tell us what it feels like, Junnosuke,” Nakamaru gasped out, brow beginning to bead with sweat. Koki and Junno seemed to be in the same state.
Junno moaned, bucking up with abandon before regaining some semblance of control. “It feels good, Nakamaru-kun. He’s swallowing me down every time I thrust into his mouth... and every time you surge forward he just barely whimpers.”
Nakamaru held Koki’s hips tighter, fingernails pressing crescents into his skin. “Ah, he’s still so very tight around me, you know. I wonder... do you think he could take the both of us at once?”
Junno’s eyes flew open, and Koki groaned deep in his throat. Nakamaru smirked and continued. “I know you’ve both thought of it. Koki would pretend to protest, but he’d give in so quickly. Wouldn’t you, Koki?” He punctuated his question with a swift slap to Koki’s ass.
Koki pulled himself away from Junno long enough to half-heartedly protest before Junno pulled him back to his lap.
“Nakamaru-kun... I have thought about it. Koki’s so greedy, you know; so insatiable,” Junno said, as matter-of-factly as one could be while receiving a blow job. “I’m close, Nakamaru-kun.”
Nakamaru held Junno’s gaze. “You know what to do.”
With those words, Junno cried out, pulling Koki away and holding him in place. Nakamaru wished he could see it properly, the aftermath of Junno’s orgasm splattered across Koki’s face. He snaked a hand around to grip the base of Koki’s dick, his tell-tale trembling and increasing tightness signaling his end to Nakamaru.
“You have to wait until I say you can come, Koki, you know this,” Nakamaru muttered with some difficulty. He pulled Koki flush against his chest, looking over Koki’s shoulder at the way Junno had slumped bonelessly against the headboard, gaze hooded. Biting down on Koki’s shoulder, he thrust twice more, filling Koki with his release and tugging him off.
Koki writhed in his grip, tightening around Nakamaru and spilling over his fingers, splattering come across Junno’s chest. Junno made a noise of protest, though he quickly quieted when Nakamaru released Koki with a whispered, “Clean up your mess.”
Nakamaru sank back on his haunches, exhausted yet pleased. He was content to watch as Koki and Junno lapped at each other’s skin, his release slowly dripping from Koki. “Koki, you’re so delightfully filthy; if I didn’t have to get up to make it happen, I’d plug your ass so you’d stay filled until I said so.”
The only response to Nakamaru’s words was a chorus of moans; he continued to watch as Koki and Junno separated long enough to make themselves comfortable. Koki flopped face down on Junno’s chest and waved weakly for Nakamaru to join them. He obliged, laying back as Koki kicked a leg over his own. He could save the trial run for later.