idle thoughts/kink bingo fill
Title: Idle Thoughts
Pairing/Group: Tanaka Koki/Taguchi Junnosuke, KAT-TUN
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 1222
Summary: Sometimes, Koki has the best ideas.
Notes: Written for the hypnosis / mind control square.
Junno is sprawled over Koki's couch, taking up all of the space. Koki is trying, unsuccessfully, to shove him out of the way a bit so he can sit on his own damn couch when it hits him.
"What if we were telepathic?"
"What? Where'd that come from, Koki?" Junno's looking up at him, still hogging the couch. He looks genuinely confused.
"If I were telepathic I could just make you do my bidding. I want to sit on my couch too, you know." It sounds perfectly logical to him.
Junno looks a little conniving at that, and he says, "We could pretend."
Oh. Koki catches Junno's meaning when he winks at him. When Koki pulls at Junno's wrists this time, he's much more pliant. Koki doesn't speak louder than a whisper when he says, "My room, now."
Junno's expression goes blank when he stands up. It's a little eerie, but Koki pushes him out of the living room wordlessly. They're quiet as Koki guides Junno forward, fingers pressing into the other's back as they march down the hallway to Koki's room.
"Strip," Koki whispers, standing on tiptoes to say it against Junno's ear.
Junno shivers at Koki's breath; Koki catches Junno's eye in the mirror across from the bedroom door and smirks at him. Junno's lips part just the slightest bit and he keeps his gaze locked on Koki's through the mirror as he slowly, almost mechanically, raises his fingers to the buttons of his shirt.
Koki can't help but lick his lips as he watches Junno's buttons come undone and reveal more and more skin. This is probably one of the best ideas they've had; Koki palms himself as Junno shrugs his shirt off his shoulders.
For a moment, Junno's hands linger at his belt. His eyes are questioning in the mirror, and Koki barely nods in approval. Junno unbuckles his belt as quickly as he dares, and then undoes his trousers. He barely shoves them down his hips, letting them fall the rest of the way to the floor.
It's quite a sight, Koki thinks, as he admires the view. He can see the outline of Junno's burgeoning erection and the slowly expanding wet spot from his precome. Looks like he's aching for it. He steps a bit closer, roughly grabbing Junno's bulge and hissing against his neck. "Lose them."
It seems like Junno has to swallow down the noises he wants to make as he complies. He finally pushes his underwear down, freeing himself as Koki continues to watch, rapt. Koki drags his fingers down Junno's back, barely touching, and nudges him toward the bed. Junno willingly goes, doing one better and sprawling in the center of the mattress, hands resting above his head and legs spread.
Koki stays where he is for a moment, and simply looks. Junno remains quiet, and Koki rummages in his nightstand for his lube. Before he continues, Koki drops the tube on Junno's chest and pulls his tshirt over his head. He dithers for a moment, then shrugs to himself and kicks off his jeans. He'd skipped underwear that morning; Koki just hadn't been feeling it.
He gets back to the matter at hand, settling between Junno's legs. Koki smirks down at him, delighting at the fleeting disquiet that flashes through his eyes. "Stay still," he mutters, grabbing the lube and leaning forward to nuzzle against the tender flesh of Junno's inner thighs.
Koki doesn’t want to wait that much, so he snaps open the lube, coating his fingers before getting properly started. He locks eyes with Junno as he flicks his tongue along the underside of his cock, smirking at the shock written across his face when he slips one finger past his rim with no preamble.
“Ah, you gotta stay still and stay quiet,” Koki mumbles before continuing in earnest. He licks a stripe up Junno’s cock again, then swallows him down. It takes some concentration on Koki’s part to set a manageable pace; sucking cock and fingerfucking at the same time takes a moment to coordinate. As he slips in a second finger and begins to scissor them apart, Koki can see Junno’s fingers twitch out of his peripheral vision. Yeah, this is a fucking awesome idea.
Koki’s three fingers deep now, and Junno can’t seem to be able to take all of the stimulation. Reluctantly, Koki eases off of him and sits up. He’s still fingering him, and it’s such a pleasure to see how flushed Junno is, skin beginning to glisten with sweat and hair sticking to his temples.
“You want it?”
Junno gives the tiniest of nods in response, impressing Koki. He’s trembling with self-restraint, and Koki is ready for it too. Just a few more moments of teasing, and then Koki pulls his fingers out of Junno.
He considers things for a moment, and then bends one of Junno’s legs up, hooking one of Junno’s arms around it to keep it out of his way. Koki slings the other one around his waist, and scoots closer on his knees. He slicks himself before pushing in, and Junno remains still.
It’s a little unsettling, and a lot hot, for Junno to be so still and quiet. Koki waits for a few moments, content to hold off as long as he can for the sake of being a tease. It doesn’t last long, though it’s entertaining to watch the want settle in Junno’s gaze; it’s very wet, it seems.
Finally Koki begins to move, abandoning all thoughts, especially of going slow. He’s sure if he didn’t have to focus on keeping himself together enough to thrust, he’d definitely draw this out more; however, he can’t, and as amusing as it is to torment Junno this way, he decides to have mercy. Koki slows enough to wrap a hand around Junno, tugging him as roughly as he dares because he knows turnabout is a bitch, or fair play, or something.
Koki has to admit, Junno is holding back fairly well. Even though Koki can feel the way he’s tightening around him, the cords in his neck stand out as he tries to hang on.
“Let go,” Koki says, still whispering though it’s hard to stay as quiet as his earlier “telepathy” had been. That’s all it takes, and Junno spills, dragging Koki with him as his muscles clench.
Koki comes back to himself, still buried inside Junno and draped over him. He can hear Junno’s thundering heartbeat, and some small part of him takes pride in the fact that it’s all his doing.
A hand rests on Koki’s back, and he barely turns his head to look at Junno.
“Next time I’m in charge,” Junno says, matter-of-factly. Koki nods, already looking forward to it as he slips out of him and staggers into the bathroom.
“One last thing, though.” Koki leans against the doorframe. Junno’s head lolls to the side, interest piqued. “You’re gonna come have a bath with me.”
He mentally congratulates himself as Junno struggles out of bed to join him. Koki’s totally a genius.
Pairing/Group: Tanaka Koki/Taguchi Junnosuke, KAT-TUN
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 1222
Summary: Sometimes, Koki has the best ideas.
Notes: Written for the hypnosis / mind control square.
Junno is sprawled over Koki's couch, taking up all of the space. Koki is trying, unsuccessfully, to shove him out of the way a bit so he can sit on his own damn couch when it hits him.
"What if we were telepathic?"
"What? Where'd that come from, Koki?" Junno's looking up at him, still hogging the couch. He looks genuinely confused.
"If I were telepathic I could just make you do my bidding. I want to sit on my couch too, you know." It sounds perfectly logical to him.
Junno looks a little conniving at that, and he says, "We could pretend."
Oh. Koki catches Junno's meaning when he winks at him. When Koki pulls at Junno's wrists this time, he's much more pliant. Koki doesn't speak louder than a whisper when he says, "My room, now."
Junno's expression goes blank when he stands up. It's a little eerie, but Koki pushes him out of the living room wordlessly. They're quiet as Koki guides Junno forward, fingers pressing into the other's back as they march down the hallway to Koki's room.
"Strip," Koki whispers, standing on tiptoes to say it against Junno's ear.
Junno shivers at Koki's breath; Koki catches Junno's eye in the mirror across from the bedroom door and smirks at him. Junno's lips part just the slightest bit and he keeps his gaze locked on Koki's through the mirror as he slowly, almost mechanically, raises his fingers to the buttons of his shirt.
Koki can't help but lick his lips as he watches Junno's buttons come undone and reveal more and more skin. This is probably one of the best ideas they've had; Koki palms himself as Junno shrugs his shirt off his shoulders.
For a moment, Junno's hands linger at his belt. His eyes are questioning in the mirror, and Koki barely nods in approval. Junno unbuckles his belt as quickly as he dares, and then undoes his trousers. He barely shoves them down his hips, letting them fall the rest of the way to the floor.
It's quite a sight, Koki thinks, as he admires the view. He can see the outline of Junno's burgeoning erection and the slowly expanding wet spot from his precome. Looks like he's aching for it. He steps a bit closer, roughly grabbing Junno's bulge and hissing against his neck. "Lose them."
It seems like Junno has to swallow down the noises he wants to make as he complies. He finally pushes his underwear down, freeing himself as Koki continues to watch, rapt. Koki drags his fingers down Junno's back, barely touching, and nudges him toward the bed. Junno willingly goes, doing one better and sprawling in the center of the mattress, hands resting above his head and legs spread.
Koki stays where he is for a moment, and simply looks. Junno remains quiet, and Koki rummages in his nightstand for his lube. Before he continues, Koki drops the tube on Junno's chest and pulls his tshirt over his head. He dithers for a moment, then shrugs to himself and kicks off his jeans. He'd skipped underwear that morning; Koki just hadn't been feeling it.
He gets back to the matter at hand, settling between Junno's legs. Koki smirks down at him, delighting at the fleeting disquiet that flashes through his eyes. "Stay still," he mutters, grabbing the lube and leaning forward to nuzzle against the tender flesh of Junno's inner thighs.
Koki doesn’t want to wait that much, so he snaps open the lube, coating his fingers before getting properly started. He locks eyes with Junno as he flicks his tongue along the underside of his cock, smirking at the shock written across his face when he slips one finger past his rim with no preamble.
“Ah, you gotta stay still and stay quiet,” Koki mumbles before continuing in earnest. He licks a stripe up Junno’s cock again, then swallows him down. It takes some concentration on Koki’s part to set a manageable pace; sucking cock and fingerfucking at the same time takes a moment to coordinate. As he slips in a second finger and begins to scissor them apart, Koki can see Junno’s fingers twitch out of his peripheral vision. Yeah, this is a fucking awesome idea.
Koki’s three fingers deep now, and Junno can’t seem to be able to take all of the stimulation. Reluctantly, Koki eases off of him and sits up. He’s still fingering him, and it’s such a pleasure to see how flushed Junno is, skin beginning to glisten with sweat and hair sticking to his temples.
“You want it?”
Junno gives the tiniest of nods in response, impressing Koki. He’s trembling with self-restraint, and Koki is ready for it too. Just a few more moments of teasing, and then Koki pulls his fingers out of Junno.
He considers things for a moment, and then bends one of Junno’s legs up, hooking one of Junno’s arms around it to keep it out of his way. Koki slings the other one around his waist, and scoots closer on his knees. He slicks himself before pushing in, and Junno remains still.
It’s a little unsettling, and a lot hot, for Junno to be so still and quiet. Koki waits for a few moments, content to hold off as long as he can for the sake of being a tease. It doesn’t last long, though it’s entertaining to watch the want settle in Junno’s gaze; it’s very wet, it seems.
Finally Koki begins to move, abandoning all thoughts, especially of going slow. He’s sure if he didn’t have to focus on keeping himself together enough to thrust, he’d definitely draw this out more; however, he can’t, and as amusing as it is to torment Junno this way, he decides to have mercy. Koki slows enough to wrap a hand around Junno, tugging him as roughly as he dares because he knows turnabout is a bitch, or fair play, or something.
Koki has to admit, Junno is holding back fairly well. Even though Koki can feel the way he’s tightening around him, the cords in his neck stand out as he tries to hang on.
“Let go,” Koki says, still whispering though it’s hard to stay as quiet as his earlier “telepathy” had been. That’s all it takes, and Junno spills, dragging Koki with him as his muscles clench.
Koki comes back to himself, still buried inside Junno and draped over him. He can hear Junno’s thundering heartbeat, and some small part of him takes pride in the fact that it’s all his doing.
A hand rests on Koki’s back, and he barely turns his head to look at Junno.
“Next time I’m in charge,” Junno says, matter-of-factly. Koki nods, already looking forward to it as he slips out of him and staggers into the bathroom.
“One last thing, though.” Koki leans against the doorframe. Junno’s head lolls to the side, interest piqued. “You’re gonna come have a bath with me.”
He mentally congratulates himself as Junno struggles out of bed to join him. Koki’s totally a genius.