information gathering/kink bingo fill
Title: Information Gathering
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, breathplay
Word Count: 1333
Summary: Sometimes Nakamaru can give as good as he gets, and then some.
Notes: Written for the torture / interrogation square on my kink_bingo card. Because Reasons.
"Yucchi."
Nakamaru jumps a bit; he'd seen the wicked glint in Koki's eyes when he'd boggled over Koki's extravagant PV concept. Just the thought of a uniformed Koki keeping a half-dressed Koki shackled in a tub had Nakamaru anxiously adjusting the collar of his costume and fiddling with his glasses.
He's in for it now. The set seems to be devoid of everyone but Nakamaru and Koki (he's wrapped only in a towel, skin still damp from his previous 'interrogation' session). Nakamaru swallows, resigned to his fate, and turns to him.
"Yucchi, why are you so skittish today?" Koki smirks as he asks, like he already knows exactly what's got Nakamaru so nervous.
He can't pretend that he doesn't hear Koki; the background noise is minimal. Nakamaru shrugs and hopes he doesn't sound too strained. "I'm not," he says resolutely. Koki looks like he doesn't believe him, and Nakamaru makes a decision.
He can tease just as much as Koki can, and he squares his shoulders. Nakamaru steps forward, closing the distance between them, and drags his fingers along Koki's bare shoulder. "I was just imagining what it would look like if you'd taken a more... hands-on approach to gathering information."
Koki's brow furrows as he takes in Nakamaru's words. Then he licks his lips a little, glancing around. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Nakamaru nods. "Just think, Koki, you're getting nowhere with your current tactics, and you're on a tight schedule, and you've had enough of your prisoner's reticence."
"Go on." Koki's hooked. Now it's Nakamaru's turn to smirk.
"Oh, I would, Koki. But we still have work to do, right?"
Koki's jaw drops. Nakamaru wins this round; he lets Koki stand there for a moment and then adds, "But you're free after this, right? I won't take up much of your time."
Koki nods, seemingly at a loss for words. Nakamaru claps him on the shoulder and says, "Good. I'll be waiting in the dressing room, and we'll leave together."
Nakamaru changes into his regular clothes and makes himself comfortable as he waits for Koki to finish up; it's a very good way to pass the time, thinking of ways to press Koki's buttons later.
It doesn't take long for Koki to finish shooting the last of his scenes, and Nakamaru can't help the grin he lets slip at the nervous way Koki gathers his things. They're both quiet as they make their way to their cars, and Koki's voice is rough when he mumbles, "See you in a bit."
Koki is still quiet when Nakamaru arrives at his place, though he seems to have recovered from earlier. Nakamaru slips off his boots and wastes no time in wrapping fingers around Koki's shoulders and pressing against his back. The shiver that Koki tries to hide is inspiring, and Nakamaru whispers in his ear.
"So, where were we?" Nakamaru waits for Koki to answer; it doesn't take very long.
"You were talking about hands-on methods of interrogation."
"Ah, yes, I remember now," Nakamaru says, chuckling a little. "I'm sure you remember how cold that water got, though I know it started out warm. And those shackles; I'm sure they were chilly too." Koki nods, and Nakamaru continues to speak as he guides Koki further into his apartment. "Would you like me to demonstrate?"
The barest of nods is his only reply. This is too easy; Nakamaru had planned on walking Koki to his bedroom, but Koki surprises him by opening the bathroom door instead. Koki glances back at him, smirking a little, and Nakamaru can't help but laugh a little. He lets go of Koki and leans against the counter to watch as Koki runs the bath.
Once Koki's done with that, and the tub is filled to his satisfaction, he turns his attention to Nakamaru again. "Yucchi, I think I need you to give me a demonstration," he says, and now it's Nakamaru’s turn to flick his tongue out to wet his lips. Nakamaru stands and steps forward to help Koki get undressed.
Koki steps into the tub, clothes forgotten in a pile at Nakamaru's feet. The heat of the water warms his skin pink, and he makes a very nice picture as he leans back. Nakamaru wants to get started immediately, but first he clears his throat, getting Koki's attention once more.
"Koki, you understand that while I'm sure your alter ego would have no qualms with seriously harming his prisoner, I do. If you can't take it, tell me, or squeeze my wrist. Understand?"
"Yes," Koki breathes, skin flushing even more.
"Well then, Koki-kun, let's begin." Nakamaru unbuttons his cuffs and rolls his sleeves up slowly; Koki's eyes follow his every movement. Very deliberately he steps forward and kneels next to the tub. He leans forward and rests his elbows on the edge, and speaks softly. "Just imagine how very cross you'd be, what with time constraints and stubborn silence.
"You'd be oh so very upset that you'd storm down to the interrogation chamber."
Nakamaru slides one hand across the edge of the tub, and then drags his fingers down Koki's arm. He grins when Koki shivers at his touch. A few moments of that, to lower Koki's guard, and then Nakamaru slides his palm along Koki's throat.
"I'm sure you would think this would be a much easier way to break your prisoner's resolve." With those words, Nakamaru begins to squeeze. Koki's eyes widen in surprise, and his pulse begins to race in Nakamaru's hold.
He loosens his grip, allowing Koki to catch his breath. Nakamaru's gaze lingers on Koki's throat, and it takes him a moment to drag it away. Other parts are begging for his attention, it seems; Koki is half-hard, and Nakamaru is unreasonably pleased with this outcome.
"All right, Koki?" Nakamaru asks, voice much less stern. Koki nods, reassuring him, and Nakamaru wastes no time in uttering his next words. "You'd best take a deep breath and close your mouth."
Koki's eyes widen again as he takes in Nakamaru's words and hurries to obey. He barely gets his breath before Nakamaru is leaning over, using both hands to push him under the water.
Nakamaru watches as Koki tries his best to stay still, but that doesn't last very long. At the first signs of his struggling, Nakamaru lets him up. Koki's chest heaves as he catches his breath; his erection hasn't lessened, though. It hadn't really been in his plans, but Nakamaru is struck by an idea.
"I'm sure you'd be so surprised that your prisoner got off on your interrogation methods; what a slag." Koki nods, and Nakamaru continues. "Maybe this would be the way to break him, and you'd hold him under, and jerk him off, and only allow him the tiniest bit of air.
"I need you to jerk yourself off, though. I want to concentrate on not drowning you."
Koki grins up at him, reassuring Nakamaru.
"Ready?"
"Do it, Yucchi."
That's enough permission for him, and he waits until Koki has a hand around himself. Slowly, carefully, Nakamaru tightens his hold on Koki's throat. He lets Koki catch his breath a bit, and then he submerges him once more. Koki's hand doesn't falter; Nakamaru is impressed.
Koki's other hand squeezes his wrist, and Nakamaru lets him up again. Koki opens his eyes, staring up at Nakamaru, and nods again. Nakamaru cuts off his breathing again, and it's a few more moments before Koki signals again.
Nakamaru is completely fascinated by the way Koki keeps going; he watches, and worries for a second, when Koki goes still in his grip. He lets out a breathy moan as he spills over his hand, eyes squeezed shut. It's kind of amazing, and Nakamaru is utterly pleased with himself.
Koki finally catches his breath, and he's smug as he says, "I never would have thought that you'd instigate something like that."
Nakamaru shrugs. "Must have been all those war movies, you know. Educational and such."
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, breathplay
Word Count: 1333
Summary: Sometimes Nakamaru can give as good as he gets, and then some.
Notes: Written for the torture / interrogation square on my kink_bingo card. Because Reasons.
"Yucchi."
Nakamaru jumps a bit; he'd seen the wicked glint in Koki's eyes when he'd boggled over Koki's extravagant PV concept. Just the thought of a uniformed Koki keeping a half-dressed Koki shackled in a tub had Nakamaru anxiously adjusting the collar of his costume and fiddling with his glasses.
He's in for it now. The set seems to be devoid of everyone but Nakamaru and Koki (he's wrapped only in a towel, skin still damp from his previous 'interrogation' session). Nakamaru swallows, resigned to his fate, and turns to him.
"Yucchi, why are you so skittish today?" Koki smirks as he asks, like he already knows exactly what's got Nakamaru so nervous.
He can't pretend that he doesn't hear Koki; the background noise is minimal. Nakamaru shrugs and hopes he doesn't sound too strained. "I'm not," he says resolutely. Koki looks like he doesn't believe him, and Nakamaru makes a decision.
He can tease just as much as Koki can, and he squares his shoulders. Nakamaru steps forward, closing the distance between them, and drags his fingers along Koki's bare shoulder. "I was just imagining what it would look like if you'd taken a more... hands-on approach to gathering information."
Koki's brow furrows as he takes in Nakamaru's words. Then he licks his lips a little, glancing around. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Nakamaru nods. "Just think, Koki, you're getting nowhere with your current tactics, and you're on a tight schedule, and you've had enough of your prisoner's reticence."
"Go on." Koki's hooked. Now it's Nakamaru's turn to smirk.
"Oh, I would, Koki. But we still have work to do, right?"
Koki's jaw drops. Nakamaru wins this round; he lets Koki stand there for a moment and then adds, "But you're free after this, right? I won't take up much of your time."
Koki nods, seemingly at a loss for words. Nakamaru claps him on the shoulder and says, "Good. I'll be waiting in the dressing room, and we'll leave together."
Nakamaru changes into his regular clothes and makes himself comfortable as he waits for Koki to finish up; it's a very good way to pass the time, thinking of ways to press Koki's buttons later.
It doesn't take long for Koki to finish shooting the last of his scenes, and Nakamaru can't help the grin he lets slip at the nervous way Koki gathers his things. They're both quiet as they make their way to their cars, and Koki's voice is rough when he mumbles, "See you in a bit."
Koki is still quiet when Nakamaru arrives at his place, though he seems to have recovered from earlier. Nakamaru slips off his boots and wastes no time in wrapping fingers around Koki's shoulders and pressing against his back. The shiver that Koki tries to hide is inspiring, and Nakamaru whispers in his ear.
"So, where were we?" Nakamaru waits for Koki to answer; it doesn't take very long.
"You were talking about hands-on methods of interrogation."
"Ah, yes, I remember now," Nakamaru says, chuckling a little. "I'm sure you remember how cold that water got, though I know it started out warm. And those shackles; I'm sure they were chilly too." Koki nods, and Nakamaru continues to speak as he guides Koki further into his apartment. "Would you like me to demonstrate?"
The barest of nods is his only reply. This is too easy; Nakamaru had planned on walking Koki to his bedroom, but Koki surprises him by opening the bathroom door instead. Koki glances back at him, smirking a little, and Nakamaru can't help but laugh a little. He lets go of Koki and leans against the counter to watch as Koki runs the bath.
Once Koki's done with that, and the tub is filled to his satisfaction, he turns his attention to Nakamaru again. "Yucchi, I think I need you to give me a demonstration," he says, and now it's Nakamaru’s turn to flick his tongue out to wet his lips. Nakamaru stands and steps forward to help Koki get undressed.
Koki steps into the tub, clothes forgotten in a pile at Nakamaru's feet. The heat of the water warms his skin pink, and he makes a very nice picture as he leans back. Nakamaru wants to get started immediately, but first he clears his throat, getting Koki's attention once more.
"Koki, you understand that while I'm sure your alter ego would have no qualms with seriously harming his prisoner, I do. If you can't take it, tell me, or squeeze my wrist. Understand?"
"Yes," Koki breathes, skin flushing even more.
"Well then, Koki-kun, let's begin." Nakamaru unbuttons his cuffs and rolls his sleeves up slowly; Koki's eyes follow his every movement. Very deliberately he steps forward and kneels next to the tub. He leans forward and rests his elbows on the edge, and speaks softly. "Just imagine how very cross you'd be, what with time constraints and stubborn silence.
"You'd be oh so very upset that you'd storm down to the interrogation chamber."
Nakamaru slides one hand across the edge of the tub, and then drags his fingers down Koki's arm. He grins when Koki shivers at his touch. A few moments of that, to lower Koki's guard, and then Nakamaru slides his palm along Koki's throat.
"I'm sure you would think this would be a much easier way to break your prisoner's resolve." With those words, Nakamaru begins to squeeze. Koki's eyes widen in surprise, and his pulse begins to race in Nakamaru's hold.
He loosens his grip, allowing Koki to catch his breath. Nakamaru's gaze lingers on Koki's throat, and it takes him a moment to drag it away. Other parts are begging for his attention, it seems; Koki is half-hard, and Nakamaru is unreasonably pleased with this outcome.
"All right, Koki?" Nakamaru asks, voice much less stern. Koki nods, reassuring him, and Nakamaru wastes no time in uttering his next words. "You'd best take a deep breath and close your mouth."
Koki's eyes widen again as he takes in Nakamaru's words and hurries to obey. He barely gets his breath before Nakamaru is leaning over, using both hands to push him under the water.
Nakamaru watches as Koki tries his best to stay still, but that doesn't last very long. At the first signs of his struggling, Nakamaru lets him up. Koki's chest heaves as he catches his breath; his erection hasn't lessened, though. It hadn't really been in his plans, but Nakamaru is struck by an idea.
"I'm sure you'd be so surprised that your prisoner got off on your interrogation methods; what a slag." Koki nods, and Nakamaru continues. "Maybe this would be the way to break him, and you'd hold him under, and jerk him off, and only allow him the tiniest bit of air.
"I need you to jerk yourself off, though. I want to concentrate on not drowning you."
Koki grins up at him, reassuring Nakamaru.
"Ready?"
"Do it, Yucchi."
That's enough permission for him, and he waits until Koki has a hand around himself. Slowly, carefully, Nakamaru tightens his hold on Koki's throat. He lets Koki catch his breath a bit, and then he submerges him once more. Koki's hand doesn't falter; Nakamaru is impressed.
Koki's other hand squeezes his wrist, and Nakamaru lets him up again. Koki opens his eyes, staring up at Nakamaru, and nods again. Nakamaru cuts off his breathing again, and it's a few more moments before Koki signals again.
Nakamaru is completely fascinated by the way Koki keeps going; he watches, and worries for a second, when Koki goes still in his grip. He lets out a breathy moan as he spills over his hand, eyes squeezed shut. It's kind of amazing, and Nakamaru is utterly pleased with himself.
Koki finally catches his breath, and he's smug as he says, "I never would have thought that you'd instigate something like that."
Nakamaru shrugs. "Must have been all those war movies, you know. Educational and such."