reward system/kink bingo fill
Title: Reward System
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke, KAT-TUN
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 1178
Summary: Sometimes Taguchi gets nice things.
Notes: This was written for the emotion play square of my kink_bingo card.
When they finish with filming for Taguchi's community service (punishment for losing their last game), he looks dog-tired. Nakamaru feels a little bad for him; he'd had plenty of fun "supervising" him and generally standing around. Of course, Nakamaru had tried out some of the tasks (mostly just carrying that huge net they'd helped mend), and they had been taxing, especially in the cold winter air.
That's why Nakamaru invites Taguchi to crash at his place once they get back to Tokyo. Taguchi easily agrees, nodding sleepily. He’s nearly asleep on his feet as Nakamaru unlocks his door; Nakamaru is almost to that point as well. He takes Taguchi’s bag from him and takes it to his room. While he’s back there, he runs the bath. It’s big enough for both of them to fit comfortably, and he knows that he’ll definitely sleep better if he’s clean. Nakamaru is pretty sure Taguchi feels the same way.
Once Nakamaru’s done running the bath, he sets out his fluffiest towels and returns to his living room. Taguchi is sprawled awkwardly across the couch, still bundled in his winter jacket. It doesn’t look very comfortable, and Nakamaru shakes his shoulder to wake him up.
“Taguchi, come on. You don’t want to sleep here.” Nakamaru gets sleepy grumbles in response, but Taguchi stands when his arms are pulled. He’s quiet as Nakamaru leads him down the hall, and complacent as Nakamaru begins to undress him.
The heavy jacket gets hung up on the hook on the back of the door; everything else goes into the hamper. Nakamaru can deal with the laundry later; right now all he wants is a hot bath, and to coddle Taguchi a bit for all of his hard work. He’d been much less of a whiner this time around, and just for that he deserved a reward.
His own clothes in the hamper now, Nakamaru gently urges Taguchi to step into the bath. He seems a little more awake as he does as he’s told, eyes curious as Nakamaru sits down behind him. They’re a bit of a tangle of limbs, but they manage to get comfortable; Taguchi leans against Nakamaru’s chest as they simply sit for a few minutes.
“Nakamaru-kun?” Junno sounds tired.
“Hush. You did well today, so just relax,” Nakamaru says as he begins to wash Taguchi’s back. His shoulders are tense, and Nakamaru makes a note to work out the tension later. “Let me make you feel good.”
Taguchi makes a pleased noise and settles back against Nakamaru. Their bath passes in silence; Taguchi moves when Nakamaru prompts him to, and soon enough, they’re both clean. Nakamaru doesn’t end their bath then, though. He slips his hand under the water again, and gently trails his fingers up the inside of Taguchi’s thighs.
“You’ve got a choice,” Nakamaru whispers against Taguchi’s neck. “Here, with my hand, or in bed, with my mouth.”
Taguchi thrusts up against Nakamaru's hand, gasping a little. "Your mouth, please, Yuichi."
"Up you get then." Nakamaru lets go of Taguchi, stepping out of the tub behind him. Taguchi stands dripping on the rug, slightly more awake. He stands still as Nakamaru wraps a towel around his shoulders; Taguchi makes a pleased sort of noise as Nakamaru dries him off. Nakamaru finishes by tying the towel around his waist.
Taguchi is quiet as Nakamaru finishes drying himself off, and follows along behind him when he leaves the bathroom. "Go on, get comfortable," Nakamaru says. As Taguchi settles onto his bed, towel and all, Nakamaru throws his own towel over the back of his desk chair.
Nakamaru climbs onto the bed, hovering over Taguchi. He leans forward, lips barely touching the shell of his ear, and murmurs, "You did so well; such hard work deserves a reward."
Taguchi shudders at Nakamaru's hot breath and nods, fingers grasping at Nakamaru's arms. Nakamaru ghosts a brief kiss against his lips and quickly makes his way lower. It isn't long before Taguchi is gasping under Nakamaru's lips and teeth and tongue; his fingers have barely made it to unknot the towel, and Taguchi is pleading.
Just to be a little mean, Nakamaru slowly drags his fingers along the edge of the towel, skirting around the knot. It's only when Taguchi whines in the back of his throat and whispers, "Yuichi" that he stops his teasing. He unties the towel and lets it fall open.
Taguchi's already hard, though to be fair, he's been that way since they'd gotten out of the bath. Nakamaru's just been enjoying drawing things out; things like the increasingly desperate noises Taguchi can't quite seem to hold back. It's always such a treat to watch him fall to pieces.
Nakamaru finally leans forward and licks along the vein along the underside of Taguchi's dick; he can almost feel it throbbing beneath his tongue. He pulls away a bit, the better to look up at the want written across Taguchi's face and tease just a little longer.
"You really sure you want it?" Nakamaru asks, unable to keep from smirking.
Taguchi seems to be beyond words as he nods frantically, eyes a little wild as he crumples the sheets with a white-knuckle grip. That's all the confirmation he needs, and Nakamaru slowly lowers himself down once more. He laps a little at the head before easing forward little by little; once he's taken as much of Taguchi in as he can, Nakamaru swallows, once.
That gets a definite reaction, as Taguchi tries to thrust up into Nakamaru's mouth. He's glad he'd clamped one arm across Taguchi's hips; otherwise, he would have been choked. There's a time and a place for that, but it isn't now.
Nakamaru takes a breath through his nose, and then hums a little in the back of his throat. It takes some concentration, but he manages to keep humming as he bobs his head back and forth. He continues, ignoring the way Taguchi’s entire body seems to be shaking. Just a few more moments, and a faster bassline are all that Nakamaru needs to send Taguchi wailing over the edge.
It’s bitter in his mouth, but Nakamaru keeps swallowing. He slows down his rhythm, licking Taguchi clean as he sits back up and swipes the back of his hand along his mouth. Taguchi heaves a sigh, eyes closed, and Nakamaru nudges him in the side.
“Roll over, okay?”
Taguchi looks wiped out, but he does it anyway, gasping when Nakamaru straddles him. Nakamaru clamps down on the urge to rub himself off on Taguchi and instead trails his fingers up the expanse of Taguchi’s back. For a moment, Taguchi tenses as Nakamaru works the tension from his muscles, but soon enough, he goes still. Nakamaru stops when he hears a quiet snuffling noise from the other, and very carefully settles down beside him.
Taguchi still looks exhausted, but now it’s in a more pleasant way. Nakamaru pulls the blankets up over them, and wonders what sort of things Taguchi will have in store for him later.
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke, KAT-TUN
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 1178
Summary: Sometimes Taguchi gets nice things.
Notes: This was written for the emotion play square of my kink_bingo card.
When they finish with filming for Taguchi's community service (punishment for losing their last game), he looks dog-tired. Nakamaru feels a little bad for him; he'd had plenty of fun "supervising" him and generally standing around. Of course, Nakamaru had tried out some of the tasks (mostly just carrying that huge net they'd helped mend), and they had been taxing, especially in the cold winter air.
That's why Nakamaru invites Taguchi to crash at his place once they get back to Tokyo. Taguchi easily agrees, nodding sleepily. He’s nearly asleep on his feet as Nakamaru unlocks his door; Nakamaru is almost to that point as well. He takes Taguchi’s bag from him and takes it to his room. While he’s back there, he runs the bath. It’s big enough for both of them to fit comfortably, and he knows that he’ll definitely sleep better if he’s clean. Nakamaru is pretty sure Taguchi feels the same way.
Once Nakamaru’s done running the bath, he sets out his fluffiest towels and returns to his living room. Taguchi is sprawled awkwardly across the couch, still bundled in his winter jacket. It doesn’t look very comfortable, and Nakamaru shakes his shoulder to wake him up.
“Taguchi, come on. You don’t want to sleep here.” Nakamaru gets sleepy grumbles in response, but Taguchi stands when his arms are pulled. He’s quiet as Nakamaru leads him down the hall, and complacent as Nakamaru begins to undress him.
The heavy jacket gets hung up on the hook on the back of the door; everything else goes into the hamper. Nakamaru can deal with the laundry later; right now all he wants is a hot bath, and to coddle Taguchi a bit for all of his hard work. He’d been much less of a whiner this time around, and just for that he deserved a reward.
His own clothes in the hamper now, Nakamaru gently urges Taguchi to step into the bath. He seems a little more awake as he does as he’s told, eyes curious as Nakamaru sits down behind him. They’re a bit of a tangle of limbs, but they manage to get comfortable; Taguchi leans against Nakamaru’s chest as they simply sit for a few minutes.
“Nakamaru-kun?” Junno sounds tired.
“Hush. You did well today, so just relax,” Nakamaru says as he begins to wash Taguchi’s back. His shoulders are tense, and Nakamaru makes a note to work out the tension later. “Let me make you feel good.”
Taguchi makes a pleased noise and settles back against Nakamaru. Their bath passes in silence; Taguchi moves when Nakamaru prompts him to, and soon enough, they’re both clean. Nakamaru doesn’t end their bath then, though. He slips his hand under the water again, and gently trails his fingers up the inside of Taguchi’s thighs.
“You’ve got a choice,” Nakamaru whispers against Taguchi’s neck. “Here, with my hand, or in bed, with my mouth.”
Taguchi thrusts up against Nakamaru's hand, gasping a little. "Your mouth, please, Yuichi."
"Up you get then." Nakamaru lets go of Taguchi, stepping out of the tub behind him. Taguchi stands dripping on the rug, slightly more awake. He stands still as Nakamaru wraps a towel around his shoulders; Taguchi makes a pleased sort of noise as Nakamaru dries him off. Nakamaru finishes by tying the towel around his waist.
Taguchi is quiet as Nakamaru finishes drying himself off, and follows along behind him when he leaves the bathroom. "Go on, get comfortable," Nakamaru says. As Taguchi settles onto his bed, towel and all, Nakamaru throws his own towel over the back of his desk chair.
Nakamaru climbs onto the bed, hovering over Taguchi. He leans forward, lips barely touching the shell of his ear, and murmurs, "You did so well; such hard work deserves a reward."
Taguchi shudders at Nakamaru's hot breath and nods, fingers grasping at Nakamaru's arms. Nakamaru ghosts a brief kiss against his lips and quickly makes his way lower. It isn't long before Taguchi is gasping under Nakamaru's lips and teeth and tongue; his fingers have barely made it to unknot the towel, and Taguchi is pleading.
Just to be a little mean, Nakamaru slowly drags his fingers along the edge of the towel, skirting around the knot. It's only when Taguchi whines in the back of his throat and whispers, "Yuichi" that he stops his teasing. He unties the towel and lets it fall open.
Taguchi's already hard, though to be fair, he's been that way since they'd gotten out of the bath. Nakamaru's just been enjoying drawing things out; things like the increasingly desperate noises Taguchi can't quite seem to hold back. It's always such a treat to watch him fall to pieces.
Nakamaru finally leans forward and licks along the vein along the underside of Taguchi's dick; he can almost feel it throbbing beneath his tongue. He pulls away a bit, the better to look up at the want written across Taguchi's face and tease just a little longer.
"You really sure you want it?" Nakamaru asks, unable to keep from smirking.
Taguchi seems to be beyond words as he nods frantically, eyes a little wild as he crumples the sheets with a white-knuckle grip. That's all the confirmation he needs, and Nakamaru slowly lowers himself down once more. He laps a little at the head before easing forward little by little; once he's taken as much of Taguchi in as he can, Nakamaru swallows, once.
That gets a definite reaction, as Taguchi tries to thrust up into Nakamaru's mouth. He's glad he'd clamped one arm across Taguchi's hips; otherwise, he would have been choked. There's a time and a place for that, but it isn't now.
Nakamaru takes a breath through his nose, and then hums a little in the back of his throat. It takes some concentration, but he manages to keep humming as he bobs his head back and forth. He continues, ignoring the way Taguchi’s entire body seems to be shaking. Just a few more moments, and a faster bassline are all that Nakamaru needs to send Taguchi wailing over the edge.
It’s bitter in his mouth, but Nakamaru keeps swallowing. He slows down his rhythm, licking Taguchi clean as he sits back up and swipes the back of his hand along his mouth. Taguchi heaves a sigh, eyes closed, and Nakamaru nudges him in the side.
“Roll over, okay?”
Taguchi looks wiped out, but he does it anyway, gasping when Nakamaru straddles him. Nakamaru clamps down on the urge to rub himself off on Taguchi and instead trails his fingers up the expanse of Taguchi’s back. For a moment, Taguchi tenses as Nakamaru works the tension from his muscles, but soon enough, he goes still. Nakamaru stops when he hears a quiet snuffling noise from the other, and very carefully settles down beside him.
Taguchi still looks exhausted, but now it’s in a more pleasant way. Nakamaru pulls the blankets up over them, and wonders what sort of things Taguchi will have in store for him later.