endurance exercises/kink bingo fill
Title: Endurance Exercises
Pairing/Group: Ueda Tatsuya/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, predicament bondage
Word Count: 1704
Summary: Koki didn't really have any other plans, anyway.
Notes: Written for the bondage (other) square of my kink_bingo card.
Koki hadn't been expecting any sort of contact from the outside world on his day off; he had big plans to sleep late and neglect to bathe and spend quality time with his pets. It was entirely unexpected when his phone beeped its message alert far too early.
You should come over later. It'll be fun.
It was from Ueda. It wasn't that they never hung out or anything; it was just seldom. At least it was long past the time for Ueda's morning run. No chance of any unwanted exercise time; it wasn't his gym day anyway. Koki fumbled to type his answer, and then curled back under his covers for a little more rest. Ueda hadn't given him an exact time, anyway.
Much, much later, Koki finally rolled out of bed. His phone beeped again, and this time Ueda's text was more terse. Best not to keep him waiting; Ueda could get testy.
Koki showered quickly, throwing on some clothes that weren’t too dirty. He still hadn’t found the motivation to start laundry yet, but that could wait. He paused to grab his keys and wallet, and checked his reflection one last time before making his way to Ueda’s.
Once he arrived, Koki knocked once before trying the handle. It was unlocked, and he let himself in. “Uepomu!” he called, locking the door behind himself and untying his bootlaces. “I’m here!”
He didn’t get an answer, so Koki walked further into the flat. No one in the living room, or kitchen. The only logical place left was Ueda’s bedroom, and that was where Koki found him. His back was turned, and it looked like he was arranging something.
“Uepomu?” This time he heard Koki, and he turned to acknowledge him.
Ueda smirked at Koki, leaning against the edge of the bed. “Took you long enough. Do you feel up for some strenuous activity?”
Koki tried to peer around Ueda, to see what exactly he had behind him. Ueda leaned to block his view, and Koki couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes. Is it a surprise? ‘Red’ is my word.”
“Good! That takes care of my next question.” He stepped forward, seemingly sizing Koki up. Koki stood still, watching as Ueda lifted the hem of Koki’s shirt. “Out of all these, then. Go on.”
Without hesitation, Koki did as he was told, shucking off his clothes. He left them in a heap where they fell. Ueda grinned, maybe a little shark-like, and then reached behind himself. He tossed a thick leather collar to Koki, still grinning as he nonchalantly said, “Get dressed.”
Koki bristled a little, then reigned in his temper. This was for fun, after all. Besides, he wanted to see what Ueda had planned. He kept his gaze steady as he wrapped the collar around his neck, buckling it at the front and sliding it around until the ring on the front of it rested at the base of his throat.
“Good,” Ueda murmured. “Up on the bed, close to the headboard, hands and knees.” He stepped out of the way for Koki, and then clambered up next to him, another leather band in hand. Koki held up one hand, allowing Ueda to fasten it around his wrist. He let Ueda pull his arm out to the side and waited as his cuff was tied high up on Ueda’s intricate iron headboard.
Koki was silent as Ueda repeated the process with his other wrist. Holding this position was a little hard, and Koki thought he was done until he felt more leather being wrapped around each thigh. Ueda’s hand stroked along the back of his neck, and Koki leaned into the touch as best he could. Ueda allowed it for a moment, and then pressed down.
“Head down, Koki.”
Koki remained still, wondering what exactly Ueda was doing. He felt one thigh being tugged at, and then Ueda was pulling a length of thin rope through the ring on his collar. Then Ueda tied the rope’s end at his other thigh. Koki tried to move, and found himself unable to; he was bent over on his knees, arms tied high above him and head held in place. It was uncomfortable, and it hadn’t even been that long.
Ueda spoke, voice nearly on the edge of self-satisfied laughter. “One of two things will happen: you’ll stay like that until I get bored, or until you can’t stand it any more. I fully expect you to use your word if you need to. Understood?”
“Yes,” Koki said, eyes closed.
“‘Yes’ what?” Ueda’s hand came down on his ass; Koki gasped when he instinctively jerked and came up short.
“Sir!” Koki swallowed, feeling the leather press against his throat. “Yes, sir.”
“Good, good,” Ueda murmured, shuffling somewhere behind Koki.
He heard a snap, and a few moments later, Koki felt cool, slick fingers prodding him. He shivered, remembering his bonds before jerking, and let out a shaky breath. Ueda kept at it, fingering him slowly. Koki wasn’t sure, but he thought Ueda was up to three; surely he wasn’t going to try and fit his whole hand in him. The thought was a little terrifying, and Koki tried to imagine how that would feel.
A finger curled inside him, brushing against his spot, and Koki forgot all about Ueda’s bruised knuckles sliding along his walls in favor of gasping. Ueda laughed a little, mostly muttering to himself. “Should have used a spreader bar.”
Ueda’s fingers were relentless as they kept hitting Koki there; he could feel how hard he was getting.
“Bet you’re wondering what the plan is. I thought about fucking you like this, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed likely that would actually hurt you. That wouldn’t be any fun.” Ueda kept his fingers on Koki’s prostate the entire time, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand it. “Think you could come like this, Koki?”
“I-I don’t know,” Koki mumbled. “Sir.”
“Well, how about finding out?” Ueda slid his fingers out, and Koki couldn’t keep from whining at the loss of contact. He wasn’t left alone for long, though, because shortly something cooler and harder than Ueda’s fingers was pressing into him. “Hope you’re ready,” Ueda whispered.
Koki kept quiet, unsure if he was supposed to speak. His mouth dropped open in shock when whatever Ueda had pressed into him began vibrating right against his prostate, and he heard Ueda make a pleased noise.
“I think I’ll just make myself comfortable here and see what happens.” Koki felt Ueda’s weight settle at the end of the bed, and he thought he could make out more slick sounds.
He didn’t dwell on that long; Koki was more concerned with being unable to move freely. It was all he could do to keep still. He focused on taking deep breaths, on the way his arms were stretched out above his head, the soft luxury of the sheets beneath his knees. He didn’t want to prove Ueda right and come from only the vibrations and the way he was restrained. Not immediately, at least.
If Koki concentrated hard enough, he could hear Ueda’s soft noises behind him. He closed his eyes, partly to try to keep the sweat beading along his brow from stinging them, and partly so he could imagine Ueda more clearly. It hadn’t sounded like he’d taken any clothes off; Ueda probably had his jeans open just enough to get his hand in there. He wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be, and Koki bit down on a gasp.
He was determined to outlast Ueda, even if he was at a disadvantage.
Koki kept his teeth clenched, making sure to keep his breaths even. His fingers tried to close around the headboard, but the angle was too awkward. He could feel the tension building along his shoulders, as well as coiling in his gut, but Ueda’s breathing was beginning to sound ragged.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed, but finally the vibrations became too much. Koki groaned deep in the back of his throat as he fell over the edge. He couldn’t help it when he jerked this time, shuddering as he came. It felt like it would never end; Koki could feel splatters against his chest and legs, and he knew he’d made a mess of Ueda’s sheets.
Finally, after it seemed like it was over, Koki slumped against his bonds. The toy was still vibrating, and it was starting to get uncomfortable. He heard Ueda behind him, murmuring softly. Koki couldn’t make out what he was saying.
He jerked, as best as he could, when Ueda trailed his fingers down the length of his back. Moments later, the incessant vibrations ceased, and Koki sighed with relief. He kept his eyes closed, focusing on the way Ueda’s fingers fussed with the rope at his thighs. “Raise your head, Koki,” he said. Koki was too happy to comply, and he looked up in time to watch as Ueda cut the first tie from his wrist cuff. He barely got his hand under him in time to support himself as the other one was freed, and Koki very nearly fell forward.
Ueda’s touch was firm, though, and he held Koki up long enough to get him on his side. “You’ll be much more comfortable not in the wet spot.” He laughed a little, and began to unbuckle everything. “How do you feel, Koki? Does anything hurt?”
Koki was too exhausted for words, but he made the effort to speak. “Good. Shoulders are stiff.”
“That’s easily taken care of.” Koki could hear the clink of all of the cuffs’ buckles as Ueda tossed them aside. Then Ueda rolled him to his front, stretching one arm out and digging his fingers into Koki’s stiff muscles. He could get used to this. “I’ll let you sleep it off, and then you’re going to take a bath because quite frankly, you’re kind of a mess, and then you’re gonna help me fix my bed.”
Koki grunted in acknowledgement, closing his eyes as Ueda chuckled and wrestled clean sheets over them.
Pairing/Group: Ueda Tatsuya/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, predicament bondage
Word Count: 1704
Summary: Koki didn't really have any other plans, anyway.
Notes: Written for the bondage (other) square of my kink_bingo card.
Koki hadn't been expecting any sort of contact from the outside world on his day off; he had big plans to sleep late and neglect to bathe and spend quality time with his pets. It was entirely unexpected when his phone beeped its message alert far too early.
You should come over later. It'll be fun.
It was from Ueda. It wasn't that they never hung out or anything; it was just seldom. At least it was long past the time for Ueda's morning run. No chance of any unwanted exercise time; it wasn't his gym day anyway. Koki fumbled to type his answer, and then curled back under his covers for a little more rest. Ueda hadn't given him an exact time, anyway.
Much, much later, Koki finally rolled out of bed. His phone beeped again, and this time Ueda's text was more terse. Best not to keep him waiting; Ueda could get testy.
Koki showered quickly, throwing on some clothes that weren’t too dirty. He still hadn’t found the motivation to start laundry yet, but that could wait. He paused to grab his keys and wallet, and checked his reflection one last time before making his way to Ueda’s.
Once he arrived, Koki knocked once before trying the handle. It was unlocked, and he let himself in. “Uepomu!” he called, locking the door behind himself and untying his bootlaces. “I’m here!”
He didn’t get an answer, so Koki walked further into the flat. No one in the living room, or kitchen. The only logical place left was Ueda’s bedroom, and that was where Koki found him. His back was turned, and it looked like he was arranging something.
“Uepomu?” This time he heard Koki, and he turned to acknowledge him.
Ueda smirked at Koki, leaning against the edge of the bed. “Took you long enough. Do you feel up for some strenuous activity?”
Koki tried to peer around Ueda, to see what exactly he had behind him. Ueda leaned to block his view, and Koki couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes. Is it a surprise? ‘Red’ is my word.”
“Good! That takes care of my next question.” He stepped forward, seemingly sizing Koki up. Koki stood still, watching as Ueda lifted the hem of Koki’s shirt. “Out of all these, then. Go on.”
Without hesitation, Koki did as he was told, shucking off his clothes. He left them in a heap where they fell. Ueda grinned, maybe a little shark-like, and then reached behind himself. He tossed a thick leather collar to Koki, still grinning as he nonchalantly said, “Get dressed.”
Koki bristled a little, then reigned in his temper. This was for fun, after all. Besides, he wanted to see what Ueda had planned. He kept his gaze steady as he wrapped the collar around his neck, buckling it at the front and sliding it around until the ring on the front of it rested at the base of his throat.
“Good,” Ueda murmured. “Up on the bed, close to the headboard, hands and knees.” He stepped out of the way for Koki, and then clambered up next to him, another leather band in hand. Koki held up one hand, allowing Ueda to fasten it around his wrist. He let Ueda pull his arm out to the side and waited as his cuff was tied high up on Ueda’s intricate iron headboard.
Koki was silent as Ueda repeated the process with his other wrist. Holding this position was a little hard, and Koki thought he was done until he felt more leather being wrapped around each thigh. Ueda’s hand stroked along the back of his neck, and Koki leaned into the touch as best he could. Ueda allowed it for a moment, and then pressed down.
“Head down, Koki.”
Koki remained still, wondering what exactly Ueda was doing. He felt one thigh being tugged at, and then Ueda was pulling a length of thin rope through the ring on his collar. Then Ueda tied the rope’s end at his other thigh. Koki tried to move, and found himself unable to; he was bent over on his knees, arms tied high above him and head held in place. It was uncomfortable, and it hadn’t even been that long.
Ueda spoke, voice nearly on the edge of self-satisfied laughter. “One of two things will happen: you’ll stay like that until I get bored, or until you can’t stand it any more. I fully expect you to use your word if you need to. Understood?”
“Yes,” Koki said, eyes closed.
“‘Yes’ what?” Ueda’s hand came down on his ass; Koki gasped when he instinctively jerked and came up short.
“Sir!” Koki swallowed, feeling the leather press against his throat. “Yes, sir.”
“Good, good,” Ueda murmured, shuffling somewhere behind Koki.
He heard a snap, and a few moments later, Koki felt cool, slick fingers prodding him. He shivered, remembering his bonds before jerking, and let out a shaky breath. Ueda kept at it, fingering him slowly. Koki wasn’t sure, but he thought Ueda was up to three; surely he wasn’t going to try and fit his whole hand in him. The thought was a little terrifying, and Koki tried to imagine how that would feel.
A finger curled inside him, brushing against his spot, and Koki forgot all about Ueda’s bruised knuckles sliding along his walls in favor of gasping. Ueda laughed a little, mostly muttering to himself. “Should have used a spreader bar.”
Ueda’s fingers were relentless as they kept hitting Koki there; he could feel how hard he was getting.
“Bet you’re wondering what the plan is. I thought about fucking you like this, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed likely that would actually hurt you. That wouldn’t be any fun.” Ueda kept his fingers on Koki’s prostate the entire time, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand it. “Think you could come like this, Koki?”
“I-I don’t know,” Koki mumbled. “Sir.”
“Well, how about finding out?” Ueda slid his fingers out, and Koki couldn’t keep from whining at the loss of contact. He wasn’t left alone for long, though, because shortly something cooler and harder than Ueda’s fingers was pressing into him. “Hope you’re ready,” Ueda whispered.
Koki kept quiet, unsure if he was supposed to speak. His mouth dropped open in shock when whatever Ueda had pressed into him began vibrating right against his prostate, and he heard Ueda make a pleased noise.
“I think I’ll just make myself comfortable here and see what happens.” Koki felt Ueda’s weight settle at the end of the bed, and he thought he could make out more slick sounds.
He didn’t dwell on that long; Koki was more concerned with being unable to move freely. It was all he could do to keep still. He focused on taking deep breaths, on the way his arms were stretched out above his head, the soft luxury of the sheets beneath his knees. He didn’t want to prove Ueda right and come from only the vibrations and the way he was restrained. Not immediately, at least.
If Koki concentrated hard enough, he could hear Ueda’s soft noises behind him. He closed his eyes, partly to try to keep the sweat beading along his brow from stinging them, and partly so he could imagine Ueda more clearly. It hadn’t sounded like he’d taken any clothes off; Ueda probably had his jeans open just enough to get his hand in there. He wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be, and Koki bit down on a gasp.
He was determined to outlast Ueda, even if he was at a disadvantage.
Koki kept his teeth clenched, making sure to keep his breaths even. His fingers tried to close around the headboard, but the angle was too awkward. He could feel the tension building along his shoulders, as well as coiling in his gut, but Ueda’s breathing was beginning to sound ragged.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed, but finally the vibrations became too much. Koki groaned deep in the back of his throat as he fell over the edge. He couldn’t help it when he jerked this time, shuddering as he came. It felt like it would never end; Koki could feel splatters against his chest and legs, and he knew he’d made a mess of Ueda’s sheets.
Finally, after it seemed like it was over, Koki slumped against his bonds. The toy was still vibrating, and it was starting to get uncomfortable. He heard Ueda behind him, murmuring softly. Koki couldn’t make out what he was saying.
He jerked, as best as he could, when Ueda trailed his fingers down the length of his back. Moments later, the incessant vibrations ceased, and Koki sighed with relief. He kept his eyes closed, focusing on the way Ueda’s fingers fussed with the rope at his thighs. “Raise your head, Koki,” he said. Koki was too happy to comply, and he looked up in time to watch as Ueda cut the first tie from his wrist cuff. He barely got his hand under him in time to support himself as the other one was freed, and Koki very nearly fell forward.
Ueda’s touch was firm, though, and he held Koki up long enough to get him on his side. “You’ll be much more comfortable not in the wet spot.” He laughed a little, and began to unbuckle everything. “How do you feel, Koki? Does anything hurt?”
Koki was too exhausted for words, but he made the effort to speak. “Good. Shoulders are stiff.”
“That’s easily taken care of.” Koki could hear the clink of all of the cuffs’ buckles as Ueda tossed them aside. Then Ueda rolled him to his front, stretching one arm out and digging his fingers into Koki’s stiff muscles. He could get used to this. “I’ll let you sleep it off, and then you’re going to take a bath because quite frankly, you’re kind of a mess, and then you’re gonna help me fix my bed.”
Koki grunted in acknowledgement, closing his eyes as Ueda chuckled and wrestled clean sheets over them.