stay within my voice/trope bingo fill
Title: Stay Within My Voice
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating/Warnings: R-- kind of dubious consent, if you really think about it
Word Count: 961
Summary: It's a pleasant surprise.
Notes: Written for the "mind control" square of my trope bingo card. Things got out of hand.
It's completely by accident that Junno finds out about his power. He's always used to everyone rewarding him with varying degrees of smiles with optional laughter; it's utterly surprising when he makes a suggestion and Nakamaru actually listens to him.
Junno is pleased with his one-off episode of actually being listened to; he shrugs it off as a fluke and waits for the status quo to return to normal.
Weeks later, he's waiting for the others with Nakamaru. They're chatting about little things; the weather, their progress in the latest game, Koki's latest pet acquisition. Junno doesn't even think about it when he says, "Let's go out after this."
Nakamaru is quick to agree. Usually he makes a show of reluctance. Junno is again surprised and pleased, and the rest of the work day flies by.
Later, much later, once he and Nakamaru have gone their separate ways, Junno idly thinks that Nakamaru should call him. He's a bit bored.
Junno's nearly asleep when his phone rings, startling him awake. He doesn't look at the screen, so he's surprised when Nakamaru answers his sleepy, "Hello?"
"Um... hi," Nakamaru says. He sounds a little bit confused, but he stays on the line.
Junno realizes what's happened, and all of the possibilities fly through his mind. It's a long shot, but maybe if he thinks about it, Nakamaru will ask him what he's wearing. Just to see if there's something going on.
“What are you wearing?” Nakamaru asks the question, and Junno nearly falls out of bed. It works. “I mean, you don’t have to answer, that’s kind of a weird question--”
“It’s fine!” Junno cuts in. He hopes he doesn’t sound too strange. “I was in bed, so I’ve just got some loose pants on.” He thinks the rest of his question, just to see if Nakamaru will hear it.
“Really?” Nakamaru sounds hesitant, but he continues. “I... I was about to go to bed too. I have pyjamas on, the button-down silk kind.”
Junno can practically see it. Nakamaru’s always liked the little decadent sorts of things, and silk is one of them, even though it’s nowhere near practical. “Go on,” Junno says, mentally continuing with You should take them off, and tell me all about it.
There’s the sound of an awkward fumble, and buttons being mashed, but then Junno can faintly hear the sounds of rustling fabric. Nakamaru’s voice is clearer now, and it’s actually utterly filthy when he speaks this time, his voice low like he’s whispering secrets.
“I’m starting with the top button. They slide open really easily, you know, being silk and all. Ah, just finished with the last one, and now my shirt is hanging open.”
“Yeah?” Junno’s hand cups himself through his own pyjamas as he listens, rapt.
“Yeah. I’m loosening the drawstring of my pants now. You should undo yours too.”
It’s probably one of the best things Nakamaru has ever suggested they do, and Junno scrambles to catch up. This time he thinks that Nakamaru should start jerking off, even if he’s quiet. It’s just the thought, really, that Junno is suggesting his whims to Nakamaru and having them obeyed that excites him most.
The slightest gasp sounds across the line, and Junno almost can’t believe it. “Nakamaru-kun, are you...?”
“What do you think?” is the swift, and slightly breathless, response. “I’m going slow; you’re obviously behind the times.”
For someone bending to his will, Junno thinks Nakamaru is certainly being feisty. He tries to keep the thought to himself, though-- what if Nakamaru can hear that? Then the whole game would be off, and it would probably be a very long time before Nakamaru even spoke to him again.
“Come on, Junno, hurry up.” It seems that Nakamaru’s hands are full, and he hadn’t heard Junno’s almost-complaint. “I like to twist my wrist on the upstroke; what’s your favorite?”
Junno hums for a moment, considering as he strokes himself. “I like to thumb the tip, I think.”
“Yeah? You don’t sound all that certain.”
“I’ve more important things to think of, like if your cheeks are flushed. Are they?” Junno takes a moment to imagine it; he thinks that maybe Nakamaru should be more vocal, but with fewer words.
He’s rewarded with just that-- Nakamaru is making the breathiest gasps, urgent half-whispers. It sounds like he’s nearing his end. Junno lets out a sigh, closing his eyes as he jerks himself harder. He wonders if Nakamaru would be shy if they were actually in the same room, if he’d have the gall to watch as Junno touched himself. He keeps that thought, the thought of a live encore, to himself for now, though. It wouldn’t do to overload Nakamaru.
Junno lets out a gasp of his own; he’s closer than he thought he was, and he wills Nakamaru to finish first. He wants to hear him fall apart. Nakamaru is always so calm and composed; Junno just wants to hear him sound slightly mussed, like tousled bed-hair after a wild evening.
Moments later, he gets his wish; Nakamaru moans deeply, and Junno really regrets not being able to see him. That doesn’t last long, though, because soon enough Junno spills over his own hand as he pictures how rumpled Nakamaru must be. He’s probably all flushed and heavy-lidded with satisfaction.
Junno sighs as he cleans up; he can still hear Nakamaru catching his breath on the phone. Idly, he thinks Nakamaru should join him sometime. He’s surprised when Nakamaru clears his throat and says, “I think I’d like to come over, maybe tomorrow. No reason.”
He smiles as he agrees to it; Junno can’t wait to try his power out with the others.
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating/Warnings: R-- kind of dubious consent, if you really think about it
Word Count: 961
Summary: It's a pleasant surprise.
Notes: Written for the "mind control" square of my trope bingo card. Things got out of hand.
It's completely by accident that Junno finds out about his power. He's always used to everyone rewarding him with varying degrees of smiles with optional laughter; it's utterly surprising when he makes a suggestion and Nakamaru actually listens to him.
Junno is pleased with his one-off episode of actually being listened to; he shrugs it off as a fluke and waits for the status quo to return to normal.
Weeks later, he's waiting for the others with Nakamaru. They're chatting about little things; the weather, their progress in the latest game, Koki's latest pet acquisition. Junno doesn't even think about it when he says, "Let's go out after this."
Nakamaru is quick to agree. Usually he makes a show of reluctance. Junno is again surprised and pleased, and the rest of the work day flies by.
Later, much later, once he and Nakamaru have gone their separate ways, Junno idly thinks that Nakamaru should call him. He's a bit bored.
Junno's nearly asleep when his phone rings, startling him awake. He doesn't look at the screen, so he's surprised when Nakamaru answers his sleepy, "Hello?"
"Um... hi," Nakamaru says. He sounds a little bit confused, but he stays on the line.
Junno realizes what's happened, and all of the possibilities fly through his mind. It's a long shot, but maybe if he thinks about it, Nakamaru will ask him what he's wearing. Just to see if there's something going on.
“What are you wearing?” Nakamaru asks the question, and Junno nearly falls out of bed. It works. “I mean, you don’t have to answer, that’s kind of a weird question--”
“It’s fine!” Junno cuts in. He hopes he doesn’t sound too strange. “I was in bed, so I’ve just got some loose pants on.” He thinks the rest of his question, just to see if Nakamaru will hear it.
“Really?” Nakamaru sounds hesitant, but he continues. “I... I was about to go to bed too. I have pyjamas on, the button-down silk kind.”
Junno can practically see it. Nakamaru’s always liked the little decadent sorts of things, and silk is one of them, even though it’s nowhere near practical. “Go on,” Junno says, mentally continuing with You should take them off, and tell me all about it.
There’s the sound of an awkward fumble, and buttons being mashed, but then Junno can faintly hear the sounds of rustling fabric. Nakamaru’s voice is clearer now, and it’s actually utterly filthy when he speaks this time, his voice low like he’s whispering secrets.
“I’m starting with the top button. They slide open really easily, you know, being silk and all. Ah, just finished with the last one, and now my shirt is hanging open.”
“Yeah?” Junno’s hand cups himself through his own pyjamas as he listens, rapt.
“Yeah. I’m loosening the drawstring of my pants now. You should undo yours too.”
It’s probably one of the best things Nakamaru has ever suggested they do, and Junno scrambles to catch up. This time he thinks that Nakamaru should start jerking off, even if he’s quiet. It’s just the thought, really, that Junno is suggesting his whims to Nakamaru and having them obeyed that excites him most.
The slightest gasp sounds across the line, and Junno almost can’t believe it. “Nakamaru-kun, are you...?”
“What do you think?” is the swift, and slightly breathless, response. “I’m going slow; you’re obviously behind the times.”
For someone bending to his will, Junno thinks Nakamaru is certainly being feisty. He tries to keep the thought to himself, though-- what if Nakamaru can hear that? Then the whole game would be off, and it would probably be a very long time before Nakamaru even spoke to him again.
“Come on, Junno, hurry up.” It seems that Nakamaru’s hands are full, and he hadn’t heard Junno’s almost-complaint. “I like to twist my wrist on the upstroke; what’s your favorite?”
Junno hums for a moment, considering as he strokes himself. “I like to thumb the tip, I think.”
“Yeah? You don’t sound all that certain.”
“I’ve more important things to think of, like if your cheeks are flushed. Are they?” Junno takes a moment to imagine it; he thinks that maybe Nakamaru should be more vocal, but with fewer words.
He’s rewarded with just that-- Nakamaru is making the breathiest gasps, urgent half-whispers. It sounds like he’s nearing his end. Junno lets out a sigh, closing his eyes as he jerks himself harder. He wonders if Nakamaru would be shy if they were actually in the same room, if he’d have the gall to watch as Junno touched himself. He keeps that thought, the thought of a live encore, to himself for now, though. It wouldn’t do to overload Nakamaru.
Junno lets out a gasp of his own; he’s closer than he thought he was, and he wills Nakamaru to finish first. He wants to hear him fall apart. Nakamaru is always so calm and composed; Junno just wants to hear him sound slightly mussed, like tousled bed-hair after a wild evening.
Moments later, he gets his wish; Nakamaru moans deeply, and Junno really regrets not being able to see him. That doesn’t last long, though, because soon enough Junno spills over his own hand as he pictures how rumpled Nakamaru must be. He’s probably all flushed and heavy-lidded with satisfaction.
Junno sighs as he cleans up; he can still hear Nakamaru catching his breath on the phone. Idly, he thinks Nakamaru should join him sometime. He’s surprised when Nakamaru clears his throat and says, “I think I’d like to come over, maybe tomorrow. No reason.”
He smiles as he agrees to it; Junno can’t wait to try his power out with the others.