relaxation methods/kink bingo fill
Title: Relaxation Methods
Pairing/Group: Tanaka Koki/Taguchi Junnosuke
Rating/Warnings: R, maybe just a little snowball action
Word Count: 1170
Summary: Tinted windows are discreet.
Notes: Written for the in public square of my kink_bingo card.
"Hey." Koki barely glanced over to Junno, concentrating more on the road. "You should unfasten your trousers."
"What?" Junno sounded lost. He had had a long day, after all.
"Just do it."
"And what if someone sees?"
Koki scoffed. "The windows are tinted, and it's late. You'll be fine; just listen to me."
The only sound other than the quiet whisper of the heater was the clank of Junno's belt buckle. His zipper rasped open shortly after that, and Koki grinned.
At the next intersection, the light turned yellow and Koki slowed. Safe driving and all. Once they'd stopped, he looked over to Junno properly.
The tails of his shirt were untucked, and his trousers opened wide. Really, the only problem with this picture was that Junno's underwear was still in the way.
"Ah, I think you know what needs to happen next." The light changed, and Koki refocused on the street ahead of them.
"You know, Koki, I'm not sure." Junno had caught on to his game, and was giving back what he got.
"Of course," Koki said. "Get those boxers out of the way too. I want you to jerk yourself off for me, slowly."
Out of the corner of his eye, Koki could see Junno shifting in his seat and pushing his boxers out of the way. The rustle of fabric was barely louder than the little noises the car made; it was almost better than getting to watch uninterrupted.
Junno gasped, and Koki spared a glance at him. He caught Junno’s first touch, and the way he arched into his own hand.
Koki cleared his throat and looked back at the road. This time of night there wasn’t much traffic; it was good for his multi-tasking. “Check the glovebox. I want to hear every slide of your hand, how wet you make it.”
The click of its lock and the ensuing rustling were Koki’s confirmation that he was being listened to; how fun to play by his rules. He dropped one hand to his lap so he could adjust, and then returned it to its proper place on the steering wheel. He could wait until they got home. At least until they parked; just the thought made it that much more exciting.
A cap popped just as soon as they slowed for another light, and Koki looked over in time to catch the gleam of the lube in Junno’s hand under the red glint of the stoplight. Junno locked eyes with him as he returned to his appointed task, making an excellent effort at being slow and noisy. The light turned green, and Koki hoped that no more would catch them between here and his flat.
“Koki.” Junno tried his best to sound nonchalant, but the way his breath caught at the end hinted otherwise. “What are you playing at?”
“Oh, just a bit of fun. A way for you to relax; you’ve been working so hard lately.”
“I see.” Junno gasped, momentarily interrupted. “You just want me to suck you off when we get back to your place. Here, when you’ll have barely parked and killed the engine.”
Koki swallowed. That had been his exact intention. “Yes,” he agreed, thankful that they were only a few streets away. It was hard to drive with an erection; too many things to concentrate on at once.
“Knew it,” Junno murmured. Koki could still hear the slick sounds of skin against skin. “I’m getting close. Maybe next stoplight you’ll get a show.”
That sounded a treat, and Koki slowed the car so he’d have a better chance of getting caught by one of the few lights between them and home. Luck was on his side, and he could hear Junno’s hand speeding up.
Koki looked over in time to see Junno’s eyes fall shut, the red tinge of the light illuminating him as all the tension left his body. His free hand caught the mess he would’ve made; Koki was glad for that, because how would one explain that kind of mess away?
A horn sounded behind them and startled Koki out of his reverie. Junno laughed a bit, sounding more relaxed than when they’d first gotten in the car. The last few minutes of the drive passed in a blur, and just as Junno had said, Koki barely got the car in park and cut off before he was crowding him.
“Here, help me clean up,” Junno said, holding a hand in front of his face. Koki leaned forward, lapping at the traces of Junno’s orgasm. That lasted only a few moments, though; Junno pulled his hand away and unbuckled Koki’s seatbelt. His belt opened shortly after that, Junno’s hands eager as they freed him from the confines of his clothes. “Knew you were hard, I bet from the moment you started this little game.”
Junno smirked at him, licking his lips slowly before sliding Koki’s seat back and swallowing him down. Koki gasped, hands clenching on the hard plastic of the steering wheel. Junno’s tongue was swirling along his length as he bobbed back and forth, and teasing his slit, occasionally tormenting that spot below his head. Koki groaned, leaning his head back when Junno pulled away.
“You can grab my hair, Koki. It’s unlike you to be so hands-off,” he said. Koki could hear his smirk without even looking. “Come on, be a little mean; I know you’re capable of it.”
Koki grabbed at Junno’s hair, just like he’d been asked to. He pulled a bit before guiding Junno back to his cock; it earned him a throaty moan that shook him to the core, and Koki gasped. For such a spur of the moment idea, this was such a good payoff.
Junno kept unrelenting suction on him, and Koki was torn between thrusting up into his mouth or guiding him with the hand in his hair. In the end, it was easier to thrust, and Koki could nearly taste how close he was.
Just as he gasped his warning, Junno pulled back, keeping just the tip of Koki in his mouth. A few more swipes of his tongue, and the unexpected trill of his cell phone had Koki stiffening, fingers scrabbling at Junno’s hair as he swallowed him down.
Once he had stilled completely, Junno pulled away, making a stop to press his lips against Koki’s.
“Just wanted to share a bit,” he murmured between kisses, and Koki clenched a fist in Junno’s jacket.
They parted and made themselves as presentable as they could, straightening their clothes and glancing in the mirrors as they wiped their mouths. A bit of movement in his side mirror startled Koki as his phone trilled again.
He looked at his messages, flushing a little when he read it.
If you two are quite done, I’d like to stop standing awkwardly by your car door.
He’d forgotten that Nakamaru was meeting them.
Also all of your windows are fogged. Way to be discreet.
Pairing/Group: Tanaka Koki/Taguchi Junnosuke
Rating/Warnings: R, maybe just a little snowball action
Word Count: 1170
Summary: Tinted windows are discreet.
Notes: Written for the in public square of my kink_bingo card.
"Hey." Koki barely glanced over to Junno, concentrating more on the road. "You should unfasten your trousers."
"What?" Junno sounded lost. He had had a long day, after all.
"Just do it."
"And what if someone sees?"
Koki scoffed. "The windows are tinted, and it's late. You'll be fine; just listen to me."
The only sound other than the quiet whisper of the heater was the clank of Junno's belt buckle. His zipper rasped open shortly after that, and Koki grinned.
At the next intersection, the light turned yellow and Koki slowed. Safe driving and all. Once they'd stopped, he looked over to Junno properly.
The tails of his shirt were untucked, and his trousers opened wide. Really, the only problem with this picture was that Junno's underwear was still in the way.
"Ah, I think you know what needs to happen next." The light changed, and Koki refocused on the street ahead of them.
"You know, Koki, I'm not sure." Junno had caught on to his game, and was giving back what he got.
"Of course," Koki said. "Get those boxers out of the way too. I want you to jerk yourself off for me, slowly."
Out of the corner of his eye, Koki could see Junno shifting in his seat and pushing his boxers out of the way. The rustle of fabric was barely louder than the little noises the car made; it was almost better than getting to watch uninterrupted.
Junno gasped, and Koki spared a glance at him. He caught Junno’s first touch, and the way he arched into his own hand.
Koki cleared his throat and looked back at the road. This time of night there wasn’t much traffic; it was good for his multi-tasking. “Check the glovebox. I want to hear every slide of your hand, how wet you make it.”
The click of its lock and the ensuing rustling were Koki’s confirmation that he was being listened to; how fun to play by his rules. He dropped one hand to his lap so he could adjust, and then returned it to its proper place on the steering wheel. He could wait until they got home. At least until they parked; just the thought made it that much more exciting.
A cap popped just as soon as they slowed for another light, and Koki looked over in time to catch the gleam of the lube in Junno’s hand under the red glint of the stoplight. Junno locked eyes with him as he returned to his appointed task, making an excellent effort at being slow and noisy. The light turned green, and Koki hoped that no more would catch them between here and his flat.
“Koki.” Junno tried his best to sound nonchalant, but the way his breath caught at the end hinted otherwise. “What are you playing at?”
“Oh, just a bit of fun. A way for you to relax; you’ve been working so hard lately.”
“I see.” Junno gasped, momentarily interrupted. “You just want me to suck you off when we get back to your place. Here, when you’ll have barely parked and killed the engine.”
Koki swallowed. That had been his exact intention. “Yes,” he agreed, thankful that they were only a few streets away. It was hard to drive with an erection; too many things to concentrate on at once.
“Knew it,” Junno murmured. Koki could still hear the slick sounds of skin against skin. “I’m getting close. Maybe next stoplight you’ll get a show.”
That sounded a treat, and Koki slowed the car so he’d have a better chance of getting caught by one of the few lights between them and home. Luck was on his side, and he could hear Junno’s hand speeding up.
Koki looked over in time to see Junno’s eyes fall shut, the red tinge of the light illuminating him as all the tension left his body. His free hand caught the mess he would’ve made; Koki was glad for that, because how would one explain that kind of mess away?
A horn sounded behind them and startled Koki out of his reverie. Junno laughed a bit, sounding more relaxed than when they’d first gotten in the car. The last few minutes of the drive passed in a blur, and just as Junno had said, Koki barely got the car in park and cut off before he was crowding him.
“Here, help me clean up,” Junno said, holding a hand in front of his face. Koki leaned forward, lapping at the traces of Junno’s orgasm. That lasted only a few moments, though; Junno pulled his hand away and unbuckled Koki’s seatbelt. His belt opened shortly after that, Junno’s hands eager as they freed him from the confines of his clothes. “Knew you were hard, I bet from the moment you started this little game.”
Junno smirked at him, licking his lips slowly before sliding Koki’s seat back and swallowing him down. Koki gasped, hands clenching on the hard plastic of the steering wheel. Junno’s tongue was swirling along his length as he bobbed back and forth, and teasing his slit, occasionally tormenting that spot below his head. Koki groaned, leaning his head back when Junno pulled away.
“You can grab my hair, Koki. It’s unlike you to be so hands-off,” he said. Koki could hear his smirk without even looking. “Come on, be a little mean; I know you’re capable of it.”
Koki grabbed at Junno’s hair, just like he’d been asked to. He pulled a bit before guiding Junno back to his cock; it earned him a throaty moan that shook him to the core, and Koki gasped. For such a spur of the moment idea, this was such a good payoff.
Junno kept unrelenting suction on him, and Koki was torn between thrusting up into his mouth or guiding him with the hand in his hair. In the end, it was easier to thrust, and Koki could nearly taste how close he was.
Just as he gasped his warning, Junno pulled back, keeping just the tip of Koki in his mouth. A few more swipes of his tongue, and the unexpected trill of his cell phone had Koki stiffening, fingers scrabbling at Junno’s hair as he swallowed him down.
Once he had stilled completely, Junno pulled away, making a stop to press his lips against Koki’s.
“Just wanted to share a bit,” he murmured between kisses, and Koki clenched a fist in Junno’s jacket.
They parted and made themselves as presentable as they could, straightening their clothes and glancing in the mirrors as they wiped their mouths. A bit of movement in his side mirror startled Koki as his phone trilled again.
He looked at his messages, flushing a little when he read it.
If you two are quite done, I’d like to stop standing awkwardly by your car door.
He’d forgotten that Nakamaru was meeting them.
Also all of your windows are fogged. Way to be discreet.