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Dirty talk is my kryptonite, apparently. Originally posted here.
With the Quickness
Kamenashi Kazuya/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- dirty dirty talk, semi-public sex
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Koki is in the dressing room after the last encore, everyone else long since finished changing into street clothes and gone back to the hotel. He thinks he's safe to bend forward, stretching fingers toward his toes in an effort to relieve the dull ache of exertion settling in his back.
He straightens, startled when he feels fingers trail down his spine. It's completely unexpected, and he whips his head around to see who's snuck up on him; Koki thinks he was very near giving himself whiplash.
"You should have said it, Koki, instead of hinting at it that way," Kame murmurs into his ear.
"What do you mean?" Koki knows exactly where this is headed.
Kame chuckles, fingers sliding around his waist to play with his belt buckle. "Koki, I know you know what I'm talking about. We don't really have time to play coy, you know.
"What if we were to be found out? Ueda would probably tease you for days, and Nakamaru would get that utterly unimpressed look he gets, and you can't have missed the way Taguchi looks at you."
Koki knows that Kame is completely right, and he nods. He drops his towel onto the table in front of him and shrugs his t-shirt the rest of the way off as Kame unfastens his belt buckle.
They don't have a lot of time, especially since Koki isn't as alone as he thought he was. He fumbles with the zipper of his pants and allows Kame to push them and his boxers down just far enough for their current needs. Koki wraps a hand around himself, already half-hard; he hears Kame rustling behind him.
The sound of Kame unzipping his trousers is loud in the relative quiet of the dressing room, as is the crinkle of the condom wrapper and lube packet. Kame has always been prepared for anything; Koki has always liked that about him.
It isn't the time for fond reminiscences, and Koki gasps at the forceful way Kame bends him over the table. He hisses at the way Kame spreads him open with one hand and slides a finger in without preamble. Kame holds Koki in place, hand stilling to allow him a moment to adjust to the intrusion.
"Come on, Kame-chan, I thought we didn't have much time," Koki teases.
The only response is a quiet laugh and another finger. Kame is fast and thorough, and Koki is a writhing, panting mess by the time he's three fingers in. He uncurls his fingers from around his cock, bracing himself against the table as he sputters, "I'm ready, Kame-chan, fuck me!"
Before he even finishes the sentence, Kame is filling him in one smooth thrust. Koki presses his forehead to the table, cool surface lessening the heat rising in his face. Kame has moved his hands to rest against his hips, and Koki groans at the way the teeth of Kame's zipper bite into his ass.
Kame leans forward, the better to hiss filthily into Koki's ear. "You love this so much, and I know you can't deny it. The chance that we could get caught is what gets you off, isn't it?"
Koki's fingers claw at the table and he makes a broken noise in agreement. He's so close, and he thinks Kame knows it too, judging from the way his hips snap harder into him.
"You're so easy, you know, and I'm so amazed that you're still so tight around me, Koki."
Kame punctuates his sentence with a deep thrust and his teeth close on the tender skin below Koki's ear. Koki cries out, so close to finishing that he can almost taste it. Kame seems to know, and slides one hand around Koki's cock to tug him off roughly.
"Koki," Kame whispers, lips moving against his neck and tongue flicking his earlobe. "You're going to come for me. Now."
Koki rocks into Kame's hand and Kame fucks him harder; he clenches around Kame as his orgasm rips through him. For a moment Koki can only feel, the sounds of their skin slapping together a faint, dreamlike noise. The world snaps back into focus, and all Koki can think of is the way Kame's short fingernails dig into his hip as he stills behind Koki.
Kame seems to sag tiredly against Koki for a few moments, then pulls out. He wipes his hand on Koki's towel and Koki hears him walk away. He gathers what little strength he has left and pushes himself off of the table, turning and pulling his pants back up.
Koki's about to finally leave for the comfort of his hotel room, but as he shrugs into his jacket Kame claps a hand to his shoulder.
"You know, we could continue at a more leisurely place in my hotel room." Kame walks away smugly, and Koki seriously considers the offer; his plans were still undecided.
With the Quickness
Kamenashi Kazuya/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- dirty dirty talk, semi-public sex
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Koki is in the dressing room after the last encore, everyone else long since finished changing into street clothes and gone back to the hotel. He thinks he's safe to bend forward, stretching fingers toward his toes in an effort to relieve the dull ache of exertion settling in his back.
He straightens, startled when he feels fingers trail down his spine. It's completely unexpected, and he whips his head around to see who's snuck up on him; Koki thinks he was very near giving himself whiplash.
"You should have said it, Koki, instead of hinting at it that way," Kame murmurs into his ear.
"What do you mean?" Koki knows exactly where this is headed.
Kame chuckles, fingers sliding around his waist to play with his belt buckle. "Koki, I know you know what I'm talking about. We don't really have time to play coy, you know.
"What if we were to be found out? Ueda would probably tease you for days, and Nakamaru would get that utterly unimpressed look he gets, and you can't have missed the way Taguchi looks at you."
Koki knows that Kame is completely right, and he nods. He drops his towel onto the table in front of him and shrugs his t-shirt the rest of the way off as Kame unfastens his belt buckle.
They don't have a lot of time, especially since Koki isn't as alone as he thought he was. He fumbles with the zipper of his pants and allows Kame to push them and his boxers down just far enough for their current needs. Koki wraps a hand around himself, already half-hard; he hears Kame rustling behind him.
The sound of Kame unzipping his trousers is loud in the relative quiet of the dressing room, as is the crinkle of the condom wrapper and lube packet. Kame has always been prepared for anything; Koki has always liked that about him.
It isn't the time for fond reminiscences, and Koki gasps at the forceful way Kame bends him over the table. He hisses at the way Kame spreads him open with one hand and slides a finger in without preamble. Kame holds Koki in place, hand stilling to allow him a moment to adjust to the intrusion.
"Come on, Kame-chan, I thought we didn't have much time," Koki teases.
The only response is a quiet laugh and another finger. Kame is fast and thorough, and Koki is a writhing, panting mess by the time he's three fingers in. He uncurls his fingers from around his cock, bracing himself against the table as he sputters, "I'm ready, Kame-chan, fuck me!"
Before he even finishes the sentence, Kame is filling him in one smooth thrust. Koki presses his forehead to the table, cool surface lessening the heat rising in his face. Kame has moved his hands to rest against his hips, and Koki groans at the way the teeth of Kame's zipper bite into his ass.
Kame leans forward, the better to hiss filthily into Koki's ear. "You love this so much, and I know you can't deny it. The chance that we could get caught is what gets you off, isn't it?"
Koki's fingers claw at the table and he makes a broken noise in agreement. He's so close, and he thinks Kame knows it too, judging from the way his hips snap harder into him.
"You're so easy, you know, and I'm so amazed that you're still so tight around me, Koki."
Kame punctuates his sentence with a deep thrust and his teeth close on the tender skin below Koki's ear. Koki cries out, so close to finishing that he can almost taste it. Kame seems to know, and slides one hand around Koki's cock to tug him off roughly.
"Koki," Kame whispers, lips moving against his neck and tongue flicking his earlobe. "You're going to come for me. Now."
Koki rocks into Kame's hand and Kame fucks him harder; he clenches around Kame as his orgasm rips through him. For a moment Koki can only feel, the sounds of their skin slapping together a faint, dreamlike noise. The world snaps back into focus, and all Koki can think of is the way Kame's short fingernails dig into his hip as he stills behind Koki.
Kame seems to sag tiredly against Koki for a few moments, then pulls out. He wipes his hand on Koki's towel and Koki hears him walk away. He gathers what little strength he has left and pushes himself off of the table, turning and pulling his pants back up.
Koki's about to finally leave for the comfort of his hotel room, but as he shrugs into his jacket Kame claps a hand to his shoulder.
"You know, we could continue at a more leisurely place in my hotel room." Kame walks away smugly, and Koki seriously considers the offer; his plans were still undecided.