propositional phrases/kink bingo fill
Title: Propositional Phrases
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 1026
Summary: Spending time with Taguchi isn’t always so terrible.
Notes: Written for the obedience square of my kink_bingo card.
"Nakamaru-kun."
Nakamaru jumps a bit; he'd been peeling off the leather gloves he'd been given. Taguchi sounds like he's up to something, and Nakamaru turns around.
"Yes?" He's not even sure he should even be acknowledging him, but it had been too late when he'd turned to look at Taguchi.
"Wanna play?" He's still got his crop in hand, absently twirling it. "You know, I'm sure I need to be kept in line, and Koki bowed out on me. Tired, he said."
Nakamaru stuffs the gloves in his pocket and considers it. It's not a terrible proposition, and he has been feeling a little pent-up. Taguchi still has that devious smirk in place, and Nakamaru thinks of what it would feel like to wipe it off of his face. There are other things his mouth could be doing.
"All right then," Nakamaru says. "My place or yours?"
Taguchi looks thoughtful; finally he speaks. "Mine."
Nakamaru nods and finishes gathering his things, following Taguchi out the door. Taguchi smirks at Nakamaru as he gets in his car and leaves. It's very promising, and Nakamaru can't wait to meet up with him shortly.
By the time he gets to Taguchi's flat, the door is unlocked. Nakamaru steps inside, fully expecting him to be sprawled out across the couch, grinning smugly. Instead, Taguchi is waiting patiently, already naked; his clothes are folded neatly beside him in the floor.
Nakamaru's mouth goes a little dry. Taguchi looks up at him, and Nakamaru drops his bag, shrugging out of his jacket and dropping it too. He barely manages to kick out of his shoes before crossing the room to have a seat next to Taguchi.
Both of them are silent, and Nakamaru threads his fingers into Taguchi's hair. For a few moments, he absently pets him, and Taguchi leans into the touch. Abruptly, Nakamaru stops petting and clenches his hand into a fist, yanking on his handful. Taguchi gasps, eyes on Nakamaru's as he shuffles around to kneel between his legs.
Nakamaru waits to see what Taguchi will do. He can plainly see how aroused Taguchi is, and Nakamaru can't help but smirk a bit when Taguchi whines at him and rocks his hips a little. Nakamaru wonders if Taguchi would actually do it if he told him he could only get off by humping his leg. Maybe another time; he's feeling magnanimous. Once Taguchi gets him off, Nakamaru will let him take care of it himself.
"I think you know what I want, Taguchi, but I'll tell you anyway." Nakamaru pauses, watching the way Taguchi licks his lips in anticipation. "Suck me off, and make it good."
Nakamaru lets go of Taguchi and unfastens his jeans. Taguchi assists, pulling them down and nuzzling against Nakamaru's growing erection before pulling his boxers out of the way.
Taguchi is quick to close his lips around the head of Nakamaru’s cock, but that’s all he does. He looks completely amused as he stays still, tongue barely moving. Nakamaru cradles the back of Taguchi’s neck in one hand, touch gentle for only a moment. He pulls Taguchi forward in the next instant. Taguchi doesn’t resist; he simply relaxes his jaw and allows Nakamaru to dictate his pace.
There’s a tentative touch against his thighs, and Nakamaru watches as Taguchi gets bolder, curling his fingers into the denim under his palms. Then fingers trail along his skin and between his legs, and Nakamaru lets a little pleased noise slip. That makes Taguchi suck him harder, and he tongues the underside of his dick a little harder.
Nakamaru isn’t sure he can last much longer, and he lightly tugs at Taguchi’s hair in a wordless warning. Taguchi looks up at him, eyes dark, and pulls back just the slightest bit before doubling his efforts. It’s only a few more swipes of Taguchi’s tongue before Nakamaru’s eyes fall shut as he gasps out his orgasm.
Barely, he can feel Taguchi swallowing him down, and Nakamaru slumps back into the couch cushions. He keeps his eyes closed for a few minutes as he catches his breath; when he opens them again, Taguchi is still kneeling between his legs, his hands folded on his lap. Nakamaru can see the precome beaded at the tip of his cock, and it takes him a moment to find his voice.
“Touch yourself for me,” Nakamaru says, voice rough.
Taguchi leans back a little, wrapping a hand around himself as he puts himself on display. Nakamaru settles even more into the couch, resting an elbow on the arm of it as he watches. He strokes slowly and smirks up at Nakamaru.
"Nakamaru-kun," he starts, "d'you still have those gloves?"
He reaches into his pocket, and finds them crumpled together. Nakamaru pulls them out and holds them up; he waits to see where Taguchi is going with this.
"Oh, perfect," Taguchi groans. "Just think of all the fun things you could do with them." His strokes speed up as he continues. "What are your thoughts on spanking? Me, I like them."
Nakamaru's never given them much thought, but he does now. "Never been an interest, really. Tell me why I should care."
"Oh, I think you'd enjoy them, discipline and all. Sometimes I'm very bad, and I need to be brought back into line." Taguchi's voice is strained, and he's jerking himself even faster. "Bet those gloves would feel really good, sting a little more than just a bare hand."
Nakamaru has to agree. He can practically see it; Taguchi on hands and knees, or even better, across his lap. It would take some maneuvering with all the long limbs, but Nakamaru wouldn’t mind at all. A gasp returns his attention to Taguchi, and Nakamaru acknowledges his statement.
“You know, I think that might be something we need to investigate.”
That seems to be what tips Taguchi over the edge; he moans as he barely catches his release with his free hand. He stays upright and waits for Nakamaru’s next words. Nakamaru can’t help but oblige, readjusting his jeans as he stands.
“Guess we’ll just have to try it out later on.”
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 1026
Summary: Spending time with Taguchi isn’t always so terrible.
Notes: Written for the obedience square of my kink_bingo card.
"Nakamaru-kun."
Nakamaru jumps a bit; he'd been peeling off the leather gloves he'd been given. Taguchi sounds like he's up to something, and Nakamaru turns around.
"Yes?" He's not even sure he should even be acknowledging him, but it had been too late when he'd turned to look at Taguchi.
"Wanna play?" He's still got his crop in hand, absently twirling it. "You know, I'm sure I need to be kept in line, and Koki bowed out on me. Tired, he said."
Nakamaru stuffs the gloves in his pocket and considers it. It's not a terrible proposition, and he has been feeling a little pent-up. Taguchi still has that devious smirk in place, and Nakamaru thinks of what it would feel like to wipe it off of his face. There are other things his mouth could be doing.
"All right then," Nakamaru says. "My place or yours?"
Taguchi looks thoughtful; finally he speaks. "Mine."
Nakamaru nods and finishes gathering his things, following Taguchi out the door. Taguchi smirks at Nakamaru as he gets in his car and leaves. It's very promising, and Nakamaru can't wait to meet up with him shortly.
By the time he gets to Taguchi's flat, the door is unlocked. Nakamaru steps inside, fully expecting him to be sprawled out across the couch, grinning smugly. Instead, Taguchi is waiting patiently, already naked; his clothes are folded neatly beside him in the floor.
Nakamaru's mouth goes a little dry. Taguchi looks up at him, and Nakamaru drops his bag, shrugging out of his jacket and dropping it too. He barely manages to kick out of his shoes before crossing the room to have a seat next to Taguchi.
Both of them are silent, and Nakamaru threads his fingers into Taguchi's hair. For a few moments, he absently pets him, and Taguchi leans into the touch. Abruptly, Nakamaru stops petting and clenches his hand into a fist, yanking on his handful. Taguchi gasps, eyes on Nakamaru's as he shuffles around to kneel between his legs.
Nakamaru waits to see what Taguchi will do. He can plainly see how aroused Taguchi is, and Nakamaru can't help but smirk a bit when Taguchi whines at him and rocks his hips a little. Nakamaru wonders if Taguchi would actually do it if he told him he could only get off by humping his leg. Maybe another time; he's feeling magnanimous. Once Taguchi gets him off, Nakamaru will let him take care of it himself.
"I think you know what I want, Taguchi, but I'll tell you anyway." Nakamaru pauses, watching the way Taguchi licks his lips in anticipation. "Suck me off, and make it good."
Nakamaru lets go of Taguchi and unfastens his jeans. Taguchi assists, pulling them down and nuzzling against Nakamaru's growing erection before pulling his boxers out of the way.
Taguchi is quick to close his lips around the head of Nakamaru’s cock, but that’s all he does. He looks completely amused as he stays still, tongue barely moving. Nakamaru cradles the back of Taguchi’s neck in one hand, touch gentle for only a moment. He pulls Taguchi forward in the next instant. Taguchi doesn’t resist; he simply relaxes his jaw and allows Nakamaru to dictate his pace.
There’s a tentative touch against his thighs, and Nakamaru watches as Taguchi gets bolder, curling his fingers into the denim under his palms. Then fingers trail along his skin and between his legs, and Nakamaru lets a little pleased noise slip. That makes Taguchi suck him harder, and he tongues the underside of his dick a little harder.
Nakamaru isn’t sure he can last much longer, and he lightly tugs at Taguchi’s hair in a wordless warning. Taguchi looks up at him, eyes dark, and pulls back just the slightest bit before doubling his efforts. It’s only a few more swipes of Taguchi’s tongue before Nakamaru’s eyes fall shut as he gasps out his orgasm.
Barely, he can feel Taguchi swallowing him down, and Nakamaru slumps back into the couch cushions. He keeps his eyes closed for a few minutes as he catches his breath; when he opens them again, Taguchi is still kneeling between his legs, his hands folded on his lap. Nakamaru can see the precome beaded at the tip of his cock, and it takes him a moment to find his voice.
“Touch yourself for me,” Nakamaru says, voice rough.
Taguchi leans back a little, wrapping a hand around himself as he puts himself on display. Nakamaru settles even more into the couch, resting an elbow on the arm of it as he watches. He strokes slowly and smirks up at Nakamaru.
"Nakamaru-kun," he starts, "d'you still have those gloves?"
He reaches into his pocket, and finds them crumpled together. Nakamaru pulls them out and holds them up; he waits to see where Taguchi is going with this.
"Oh, perfect," Taguchi groans. "Just think of all the fun things you could do with them." His strokes speed up as he continues. "What are your thoughts on spanking? Me, I like them."
Nakamaru's never given them much thought, but he does now. "Never been an interest, really. Tell me why I should care."
"Oh, I think you'd enjoy them, discipline and all. Sometimes I'm very bad, and I need to be brought back into line." Taguchi's voice is strained, and he's jerking himself even faster. "Bet those gloves would feel really good, sting a little more than just a bare hand."
Nakamaru has to agree. He can practically see it; Taguchi on hands and knees, or even better, across his lap. It would take some maneuvering with all the long limbs, but Nakamaru wouldn’t mind at all. A gasp returns his attention to Taguchi, and Nakamaru acknowledges his statement.
“You know, I think that might be something we need to investigate.”
That seems to be what tips Taguchi over the edge; he moans as he barely catches his release with his free hand. He stays upright and waits for Nakamaru’s next words. Nakamaru can’t help but oblige, readjusting his jeans as he stands.
“Guess we’ll just have to try it out later on.”