(are you ready to) bite me/kink bingo fill
Title: (are you ready to) Bite Me
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17-- a tiny tiny bit of playing vampires?
Word Count: 1406
Summary: Nothing tastes as good as you do.
Notes: Written for the bites / bruises square of my kink bingo card.
Koki is shrugging out of his suit jacket when a hand claps down on his arm. He pauses, turning to look over his shoulder to see who’s interrupting his stripping. It’s Junno, and he’s got a sort of teasing look in his eyes. “What,” Koki says flatly; his tie is choking him.
“Just thinking,” is the only response he gets. The silence drags until Koki clears his throat in a prompt for Junno to continue. “I was just thinking about how those ribbon ties make you look like a present. They draw attention to your neck, make me wanna devour you once I unwrap you.”
The way Junno’s voice goes husky at the end is what catches Koki’s attention. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” It’s accompanied by Junno’s other hand wrapping around his middle to pull him against his chest, and Koki gasps a little at the puff of hot breath against his ear.
Koki doesn’t have any plans once work is over; he arches into the touch. “Come over to my place, then. I’ll wear a ribbon, just for you. We can play vampires.” Usually that’s not the kind of playing Koki goes for, but Junno’s lips against his neck are giving him a good reason to make an exception.
With something to look forward to, the drive back home passes quickly. Koki locks his door but doesn’t bother with the chain; Junno had been vague about when he’d be coming by and he had his own key. He strips out of his jeans and t-shirt as he makes his way to the bathroom; Koki always likes to have a quick shower when he first gets home.
Freshly showered, Koki considers his wardrobe. He’s got a ribbon necktie that he’s still not sure where it came from; he’ll wear it with a button-down. Maybe he’ll go for an innocent sort of look and wear shorts too; it will be very schoolboy. Once he’s dressed, and his hair neatly combed, Koki curls onto his couch to wait.
Koki is awoken by the feeling of someone looming over him. He cracks one eye open, gasping as he takes in Junno. He’s standing tall, looking every bit of dark and handsome in dark jeans and a black vest over a thin t-shirt. His expression is hungry, and Koki feels his throat go dry.
He holds a hand out to Koki, beckoning, and Koki sits up. He almost feels enthralled as he takes Junno’s hand. He doesn’t say anything; he simply pulls Koki back to his bedroom. Koki climbs up onto his bed, Junno following him closely and crowding him as he settles on his back. It’s very nearly claustrophobic, all of Junno caging him.
Junno brings one hand to Koki’s face, holding him in place as he leans down to kiss him. Koki’s lips part easily and their tongues entwine. He isn’t sure how long they stay like that; Junno sneaks his hand into Koki’s hair and pulls. Koki’s fingers scrabble up Junno’s arms, as if he’s trying to push him away; it only makes Junno pull harder and nip at his lower lip.
“Such a willing victim,” Junno murmurs against his lips. Koki nods wordlessly, whining a little when Junno pulls back and presses his wrists against the mattress. “Shh, Koki, you want to be good, don’t you?”
Koki does want to be good, and he barely nods. Junno makes a pleased noise and settles between his thighs. He only looks down at Koki, seemingly drinking in the sights, and even though Koki wants to wrap a leg around him to get things started, he waits.
After what seems like an eternity, Junno’s fingers finally go for his tie, twirling the ends before firmly grasping them and pulling. Koki really does feel like a present being unwrapped, and he gasps at the way Junno’s fingers circle his neck for the barest of moments before unfastening his buttons, slow like he’s being savoured. Junno pulls apart his shirt, but makes no effort to get it off of Koki, letting the cotton fall open.
Junno presses a soft kiss against Koki’s lips, and then makes his way along his jaw and to his neck. Koki’s expecting it, but it’s still a shock when Junno’s teeth close on his pulse point. He lingers for a moment, barely lapping at the spot, and then tips Koki’s head back to bare more of his neck. Every scrape of Junno’s teeth is gentle, not enough pressure, and Koki whines in the back of his throat. “Patience, Koki,” he whispers, right in the hollow space between Koki’s collarbones.
Koki forgets everything other than the way Junno hovers over him. His lips and tongue trail down the center of his chest, and he pauses at each nipple to bite down gently; Koki writhes when Junno laps at them apologetically before pulling away to blow warm breath that still feels cold against his overheated skin. Finally Junno tires of that torment, and works his way down Koki’s stomach, taking his time and tugging at the barbell in his navel.
That doesn’t last very long, either, but that’s okay with Koki because he’s been hard longer than he can remember, and finally Junno unfastens his shorts to free him. Junno’s breath is ghosting along his cock, but he doesn’t do as Koki expects, and nuzzles against the soft skin at the junction of Koki’s thigh. Koki isn’t expecting it either when Junno bites down, hard, and doesn’t let go for what feels like an eternity. He sucks at the spot, ignoring Koki’s cries.
“Hush, Koki. You know I can’t mark you anywhere else; let me have this piece of you. I want you to feel this for days.”
Koki swallows back his noises, and Junno rewards him with a gentle kiss before moving to his other thigh. This time he’s slower, less rough with his teeth as he leaves a matching mark. Junno pulls away to lean on his haunches as he regards Koki. His eyes are dark and glittering, and Koki doesn’t know why he does it, but his voice is small when he says, “Please.”
Junno smirks down at him before digging in his pocket and leaning forward again. His mouth is warm and wet against Koki as he presses a quick kiss to his tip; vaguely Koki hears a cap pop, and he fists his pillows when Junno laps at him as he slides two slick fingers into him. Junno’s mouth is gentle, but his fingers are rough; Koki can’t keep quiet any longer.
Abruptly, Junno pulls away, his mouth making an obscene noise. He withdraws his fingers and tears at his jeans, pulling them and his underwear down just far enough. He nudges against Koki once, teasingly, before he slicks himself and yanks Koki’s shorts the rest of the way off. “Hope you’re ready,” Junno says, grabbing Koki’s hips and pulling him forward.
Though Junno’s words imply that he’s going to take what he wants at his pace, he’s careful as he slides into Koki. He pauses, crowding Koki as he nips at his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. Both of them gasp at that, and Junno laughs as he pulls out. He thrusts slowly a few times, allowing Koki to get used to being so full; Junno’s jeans are rough against the backs of his thighs, though, and Koki wonders if there will be marks there too when they’re through. He hopes so.
“Harder,” he gasps, still keeping his hands to himself.
“Of course.” Junno redoubles his efforts, fingers digging into Koki’s sides. “You’re allowed to touch yourself now.”
Koki’s not sure how he manages, but he untangles one hand from his sheets and gets it around himself. His strokes are erratic, but it’s enough to send him over the edge when Junno leans forward again to bite the side of Koki’s neck. He keeps fucking Koki through his orgasm; finally he loses his rhythm and stills, pulsing deep inside Koki.
Junno pulls out and flops to Koki’s side. He drags his fingers along Koki’s thigh, lingering at the bruise he’d sucked into the tender flesh there. It hurts a little, and tickles, and Koki tries to wiggle away from the touch. He stops at Junno’s breathless declaration.
“You were delicious, Koki.”
Idly, he wonders if Junno will let him unwrap him like a present once they’ve both recovered.
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17-- a tiny tiny bit of playing vampires?
Word Count: 1406
Summary: Nothing tastes as good as you do.
Notes: Written for the bites / bruises square of my kink bingo card.
Koki is shrugging out of his suit jacket when a hand claps down on his arm. He pauses, turning to look over his shoulder to see who’s interrupting his stripping. It’s Junno, and he’s got a sort of teasing look in his eyes. “What,” Koki says flatly; his tie is choking him.
“Just thinking,” is the only response he gets. The silence drags until Koki clears his throat in a prompt for Junno to continue. “I was just thinking about how those ribbon ties make you look like a present. They draw attention to your neck, make me wanna devour you once I unwrap you.”
The way Junno’s voice goes husky at the end is what catches Koki’s attention. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” It’s accompanied by Junno’s other hand wrapping around his middle to pull him against his chest, and Koki gasps a little at the puff of hot breath against his ear.
Koki doesn’t have any plans once work is over; he arches into the touch. “Come over to my place, then. I’ll wear a ribbon, just for you. We can play vampires.” Usually that’s not the kind of playing Koki goes for, but Junno’s lips against his neck are giving him a good reason to make an exception.
With something to look forward to, the drive back home passes quickly. Koki locks his door but doesn’t bother with the chain; Junno had been vague about when he’d be coming by and he had his own key. He strips out of his jeans and t-shirt as he makes his way to the bathroom; Koki always likes to have a quick shower when he first gets home.
Freshly showered, Koki considers his wardrobe. He’s got a ribbon necktie that he’s still not sure where it came from; he’ll wear it with a button-down. Maybe he’ll go for an innocent sort of look and wear shorts too; it will be very schoolboy. Once he’s dressed, and his hair neatly combed, Koki curls onto his couch to wait.
Koki is awoken by the feeling of someone looming over him. He cracks one eye open, gasping as he takes in Junno. He’s standing tall, looking every bit of dark and handsome in dark jeans and a black vest over a thin t-shirt. His expression is hungry, and Koki feels his throat go dry.
He holds a hand out to Koki, beckoning, and Koki sits up. He almost feels enthralled as he takes Junno’s hand. He doesn’t say anything; he simply pulls Koki back to his bedroom. Koki climbs up onto his bed, Junno following him closely and crowding him as he settles on his back. It’s very nearly claustrophobic, all of Junno caging him.
Junno brings one hand to Koki’s face, holding him in place as he leans down to kiss him. Koki’s lips part easily and their tongues entwine. He isn’t sure how long they stay like that; Junno sneaks his hand into Koki’s hair and pulls. Koki’s fingers scrabble up Junno’s arms, as if he’s trying to push him away; it only makes Junno pull harder and nip at his lower lip.
“Such a willing victim,” Junno murmurs against his lips. Koki nods wordlessly, whining a little when Junno pulls back and presses his wrists against the mattress. “Shh, Koki, you want to be good, don’t you?”
Koki does want to be good, and he barely nods. Junno makes a pleased noise and settles between his thighs. He only looks down at Koki, seemingly drinking in the sights, and even though Koki wants to wrap a leg around him to get things started, he waits.
After what seems like an eternity, Junno’s fingers finally go for his tie, twirling the ends before firmly grasping them and pulling. Koki really does feel like a present being unwrapped, and he gasps at the way Junno’s fingers circle his neck for the barest of moments before unfastening his buttons, slow like he’s being savoured. Junno pulls apart his shirt, but makes no effort to get it off of Koki, letting the cotton fall open.
Junno presses a soft kiss against Koki’s lips, and then makes his way along his jaw and to his neck. Koki’s expecting it, but it’s still a shock when Junno’s teeth close on his pulse point. He lingers for a moment, barely lapping at the spot, and then tips Koki’s head back to bare more of his neck. Every scrape of Junno’s teeth is gentle, not enough pressure, and Koki whines in the back of his throat. “Patience, Koki,” he whispers, right in the hollow space between Koki’s collarbones.
Koki forgets everything other than the way Junno hovers over him. His lips and tongue trail down the center of his chest, and he pauses at each nipple to bite down gently; Koki writhes when Junno laps at them apologetically before pulling away to blow warm breath that still feels cold against his overheated skin. Finally Junno tires of that torment, and works his way down Koki’s stomach, taking his time and tugging at the barbell in his navel.
That doesn’t last very long, either, but that’s okay with Koki because he’s been hard longer than he can remember, and finally Junno unfastens his shorts to free him. Junno’s breath is ghosting along his cock, but he doesn’t do as Koki expects, and nuzzles against the soft skin at the junction of Koki’s thigh. Koki isn’t expecting it either when Junno bites down, hard, and doesn’t let go for what feels like an eternity. He sucks at the spot, ignoring Koki’s cries.
“Hush, Koki. You know I can’t mark you anywhere else; let me have this piece of you. I want you to feel this for days.”
Koki swallows back his noises, and Junno rewards him with a gentle kiss before moving to his other thigh. This time he’s slower, less rough with his teeth as he leaves a matching mark. Junno pulls away to lean on his haunches as he regards Koki. His eyes are dark and glittering, and Koki doesn’t know why he does it, but his voice is small when he says, “Please.”
Junno smirks down at him before digging in his pocket and leaning forward again. His mouth is warm and wet against Koki as he presses a quick kiss to his tip; vaguely Koki hears a cap pop, and he fists his pillows when Junno laps at him as he slides two slick fingers into him. Junno’s mouth is gentle, but his fingers are rough; Koki can’t keep quiet any longer.
Abruptly, Junno pulls away, his mouth making an obscene noise. He withdraws his fingers and tears at his jeans, pulling them and his underwear down just far enough. He nudges against Koki once, teasingly, before he slicks himself and yanks Koki’s shorts the rest of the way off. “Hope you’re ready,” Junno says, grabbing Koki’s hips and pulling him forward.
Though Junno’s words imply that he’s going to take what he wants at his pace, he’s careful as he slides into Koki. He pauses, crowding Koki as he nips at his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. Both of them gasp at that, and Junno laughs as he pulls out. He thrusts slowly a few times, allowing Koki to get used to being so full; Junno’s jeans are rough against the backs of his thighs, though, and Koki wonders if there will be marks there too when they’re through. He hopes so.
“Harder,” he gasps, still keeping his hands to himself.
“Of course.” Junno redoubles his efforts, fingers digging into Koki’s sides. “You’re allowed to touch yourself now.”
Koki’s not sure how he manages, but he untangles one hand from his sheets and gets it around himself. His strokes are erratic, but it’s enough to send him over the edge when Junno leans forward again to bite the side of Koki’s neck. He keeps fucking Koki through his orgasm; finally he loses his rhythm and stills, pulsing deep inside Koki.
Junno pulls out and flops to Koki’s side. He drags his fingers along Koki’s thigh, lingering at the bruise he’d sucked into the tender flesh there. It hurts a little, and tickles, and Koki tries to wiggle away from the touch. He stops at Junno’s breathless declaration.
“You were delicious, Koki.”
Idly, he wonders if Junno will let him unwrap him like a present once they’ve both recovered.