endurance limit
Title: Endurance Limit
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, omorashi, double penetration
Pairing: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki/Taguchi Junnosuke
Summary: Nakamaru likes to see what the others' maximum stress limits are sometimes.
Word Count: 1482
Notes: So I wrote this for the kinkmeme, except it took me ages. This really isn't my sort of kink, but I really hope it's something anon would enjoy.
Something must be up when Nakamaru makes an extra effort to ply Koki and Junno with huge glasses of ice water. Koki doesn't say anything, though. Nakamaru only smiles and says he's being a polite host.
It's a little suspicious.
"Let's play a game," he says, folding his hands together. Junno perks up, but Koki gets even more suspicious. It's in the way Nakamaru says it, mostly; it's how he gets that glint in his eye that's usually a prelude to other sorts of games.
Koki nods, but makes sure to sip slowly on his drink. Junno's somehow nearly finished his own. Nakamaru smiles, thin-lipped, and fills Junno's glass again. He catches Koki's eye and nods imperceptibly.
Koki knows what's going on, and he shifts in his seat, crossing his legs as he settles in to watch. Junno is oblivious.
The evening passes, and the three of them actually do play games. The real game begins when Junno stands, excusing himself.
"No," Nakamaru says, matter-of-fact. "You'll stay here."
Junno looks surprised, and a little confused, but he sits back down. He fiddles with his glass, and keeps drinking.
Koki adjusts himself. He catches Nakamaru doing the same thing across the living room from him, and he can't help the little smirk that crosses his lips.
As the night wears on, Junno begins to fidget, crossing and uncrossing his legs. He jogs his knee up and down, and finally he seems to have figured out Nakamaru's game. He looks determined, but he stops sipping at his water.
The faintest flush is painting Junno's cheeks, and he looks as if he's on the verge of breaking. He stays silent, though, and Koki jumps when Nakamaru clears his throat.
"You all right, Taguchi-kun? Wouldn't want any messes, you know." Nakamaru is smiling, eyes a little cold, and Koki squirms. He likes it when Nakamaru gets this way, when it's Junno that gets the brunt of his teasing.
Junno nods, jaw tight as if he doesn't trust his voice. Koki doesn't trust his, either. He's pretty sure his words would spill over, a flood of nonsense syllables and want. He isn't even sure of what he wants.
Nakamaru is sure, voice steady as he speaks. "Koki, get a little closer, if you would."
Koki scrambles to obey, careful not to jostle Junno too much. He's been in the same position before, the same agony.
"Good." Nakamaru smiles again, a little warmer. "Hands at your sides, Taguchi-kun. Koki, you may proceed. Make sure to press down hard for me."
Junno whimpers as Koki moves closer. Carefully, almost tenderly, Koki unbuckles Junno's belt and unzips his fly before working his jeans down and out of the way. Junno helps as best he can, though mostly he grits his teeth and breathes out through his nose.
"Hope you're ready," Koki murmurs, staring just as hard as Nakamaru is at the way Junno slouches into the couch. His underwear is thin, nearly see-through, and Koki presses himself along his side.
Koki trails his hand down Junno's front, fingers dragging lightly along the center of his chest before shoving under his shirt and pushing it up and lazily circling Junno's navel. That gets a little choked-off noise, and Koki can't help chuckling as he flattens his hand against Junno's lower abdomen.
Nakamaru leans forward, elbows resting against his knees as he watches, rapt. When Koki glances over at him, he can see how hard he is. Junno’s beginning to squirm under his hand, and Koki returns his attention to him, pressing harder for good measure. It feels good to affect him like that, and it’s mostly involuntary when Koki flicks his tongue to wet his lips.
“Please,” Junno gasps. “Please...”
“Please what?” Nakamaru asks. “I’ve no idea what you want.”
“Please, tell Koki to ease up, it hurts and I can’t wait much longer.” He’s flushed a deep red from cheeks to chest, and Koki almost feels sorry for him. Almost.
Nakamaru leans back, palming himself as he stares. Finally he speaks, sounding almost bored. “Koki, you heard him.”
Koki sighs, following directions. He still rests his hand on Junno though, ready to keep teasing at Nakamaru’s instruction. In the next breath, Nakamaru nods and he does get his orders, and Koki can’t help but nip at Junno’s jaw as he slides his hand into his boxers.
Junno winces as Koki wraps his hand around him. He isn’t hard yet, but Koki can help with that; in fact, he does, slowly stroking Junno.
“Please!” Junno clenches his fists, and Koki squeezes in answer. Nakamaru looks expectant, as if he’s waiting for Junno to elaborate.
“Fine.” Nakamaru almost spits it out, as if it’s distasteful, and Koki lets go of Junno. “Take care of it, and then you’ll come back to the bedroom. Come along, Koki.”
Junno practically flees the room. Koki watches for a second, almost forgetting Nakamaru. Fingers snapping impatiently remind him, and he follows Nakamaru back to his room, pulling his shirt over his head. It will save some time.
Nakamaru rummages in his bedside table, tossing a crumpled tube to Koki. “You’ll be needing this,” he says by way of explanation, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. Koki shrugs to himself, and busies himself with unfastening his own jeans. The sheets rustle, and Koki looks up in time to see Nakamaru settle against the headboard.
Junno joins them finally. He’s left his clothes in the bathroom and he’s unable to meet their eyes. He keeps his own downcast, only looking up when Nakamaru clears his throat and pats the space between his legs. He climbs up onto the bed, sitting on his knees with his hands at his sides. Koki climbs behind him, unable to resist walking his fingers down the knobs of his spine; Junno shivers and leans forward, nuzzling against the bulge in Nakamaru’s underwear.
His mouth goes a little dry at the sight, and Koki busies himself with slicking his fingers. Junno is so open before him, and he presses his fingers in slowly so as not to spook him. The touch earns him a muffled gasp; when Koki glances up, Nakamaru’s got a hand curled against the nape of Junno’s neck, holding him in place.
It looks like Junno’s busy; Koki busies himself, scissoring his fingers apart one last time before slicking himself. He tries his best to go slow, to savor it, but his impatience wins out and he can’t. Instead he pushes in and out, over and over, pushing Junno forward onto Nakamaru.
He concentrates on how tight Junno is, and how the muscles of his back look under the sheen of sweat on his skin. Just once, Koki drags the nails of one hand down the center, gasping at the way it makes Junno clench around him. Red scratches stand up in stark relief. In apology, he wraps his hand around Junno’s cock, stroking him just as roughly as he’s being fucked, and it isn’t long before he’s moaning continuously as best he can around Nakamaru.
Junno shivers beneath Koki; a few moments later Koki pulls his hand away. Nakamaru manages to communicate through his own haze, his eyes cutting down to Junno’s back. Koki smears his handful of come down Junno’s side as he grips his hips for his final few thrusts.
He barely manages to fall to the side when he finishes. Nakamaru isn’t quite there yet, and Koki watches as he catches his breath. Junno’s eyes are shut as he bobs back and forth. His hands clench on Nakamaru’s thighs as Nakamaru loosely holds him in place. It’s one of the best visuals Koki’s had in a while, and he almost wishes he’d gotten to be in Nakamaru’s place. Almost.
Abruptly, Nakamaru pulls Junno back, just far enough to keep him from choking completely. Nakamaru groans as he empties into Junno’s mouth. It’s all Junno can do to swallow it all; a few dribbles escape and run down his chin. He pulls away when Nakamaru lets him, falling between him and Koki.
It’s automatic when Koki reaches for him, pulling Junno closer to turn and face him. He grabs him by the cheeks, holding Junno still as he laps at the mess on his face. Vaguely he can feel the bed shift; a little later and it shifts again.
Nakamaru’s looming over both of them, a washcloth in hand as he swipes at the mess on Junno’s side. He turns his attention to Koki shortly, and once both of them are as clean as they’ll get without showering, Nakamaru drops the cloth off the side of the bed and settles down next to Junno.
Junno’s breathing is even, and Koki’s nearly asleep when Nakamaru breaks the silence.
“Don’t think you’ve gotten away scot-free, Koki.”
He can’t help it when he shivers with anticipation.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, omorashi, double penetration
Pairing: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki/Taguchi Junnosuke
Summary: Nakamaru likes to see what the others' maximum stress limits are sometimes.
Word Count: 1482
Notes: So I wrote this for the kinkmeme, except it took me ages. This really isn't my sort of kink, but I really hope it's something anon would enjoy.
Something must be up when Nakamaru makes an extra effort to ply Koki and Junno with huge glasses of ice water. Koki doesn't say anything, though. Nakamaru only smiles and says he's being a polite host.
It's a little suspicious.
"Let's play a game," he says, folding his hands together. Junno perks up, but Koki gets even more suspicious. It's in the way Nakamaru says it, mostly; it's how he gets that glint in his eye that's usually a prelude to other sorts of games.
Koki nods, but makes sure to sip slowly on his drink. Junno's somehow nearly finished his own. Nakamaru smiles, thin-lipped, and fills Junno's glass again. He catches Koki's eye and nods imperceptibly.
Koki knows what's going on, and he shifts in his seat, crossing his legs as he settles in to watch. Junno is oblivious.
The evening passes, and the three of them actually do play games. The real game begins when Junno stands, excusing himself.
"No," Nakamaru says, matter-of-fact. "You'll stay here."
Junno looks surprised, and a little confused, but he sits back down. He fiddles with his glass, and keeps drinking.
Koki adjusts himself. He catches Nakamaru doing the same thing across the living room from him, and he can't help the little smirk that crosses his lips.
As the night wears on, Junno begins to fidget, crossing and uncrossing his legs. He jogs his knee up and down, and finally he seems to have figured out Nakamaru's game. He looks determined, but he stops sipping at his water.
The faintest flush is painting Junno's cheeks, and he looks as if he's on the verge of breaking. He stays silent, though, and Koki jumps when Nakamaru clears his throat.
"You all right, Taguchi-kun? Wouldn't want any messes, you know." Nakamaru is smiling, eyes a little cold, and Koki squirms. He likes it when Nakamaru gets this way, when it's Junno that gets the brunt of his teasing.
Junno nods, jaw tight as if he doesn't trust his voice. Koki doesn't trust his, either. He's pretty sure his words would spill over, a flood of nonsense syllables and want. He isn't even sure of what he wants.
Nakamaru is sure, voice steady as he speaks. "Koki, get a little closer, if you would."
Koki scrambles to obey, careful not to jostle Junno too much. He's been in the same position before, the same agony.
"Good." Nakamaru smiles again, a little warmer. "Hands at your sides, Taguchi-kun. Koki, you may proceed. Make sure to press down hard for me."
Junno whimpers as Koki moves closer. Carefully, almost tenderly, Koki unbuckles Junno's belt and unzips his fly before working his jeans down and out of the way. Junno helps as best he can, though mostly he grits his teeth and breathes out through his nose.
"Hope you're ready," Koki murmurs, staring just as hard as Nakamaru is at the way Junno slouches into the couch. His underwear is thin, nearly see-through, and Koki presses himself along his side.
Koki trails his hand down Junno's front, fingers dragging lightly along the center of his chest before shoving under his shirt and pushing it up and lazily circling Junno's navel. That gets a little choked-off noise, and Koki can't help chuckling as he flattens his hand against Junno's lower abdomen.
Nakamaru leans forward, elbows resting against his knees as he watches, rapt. When Koki glances over at him, he can see how hard he is. Junno’s beginning to squirm under his hand, and Koki returns his attention to him, pressing harder for good measure. It feels good to affect him like that, and it’s mostly involuntary when Koki flicks his tongue to wet his lips.
“Please,” Junno gasps. “Please...”
“Please what?” Nakamaru asks. “I’ve no idea what you want.”
“Please, tell Koki to ease up, it hurts and I can’t wait much longer.” He’s flushed a deep red from cheeks to chest, and Koki almost feels sorry for him. Almost.
Nakamaru leans back, palming himself as he stares. Finally he speaks, sounding almost bored. “Koki, you heard him.”
Koki sighs, following directions. He still rests his hand on Junno though, ready to keep teasing at Nakamaru’s instruction. In the next breath, Nakamaru nods and he does get his orders, and Koki can’t help but nip at Junno’s jaw as he slides his hand into his boxers.
Junno winces as Koki wraps his hand around him. He isn’t hard yet, but Koki can help with that; in fact, he does, slowly stroking Junno.
“Please!” Junno clenches his fists, and Koki squeezes in answer. Nakamaru looks expectant, as if he’s waiting for Junno to elaborate.
“Fine.” Nakamaru almost spits it out, as if it’s distasteful, and Koki lets go of Junno. “Take care of it, and then you’ll come back to the bedroom. Come along, Koki.”
Junno practically flees the room. Koki watches for a second, almost forgetting Nakamaru. Fingers snapping impatiently remind him, and he follows Nakamaru back to his room, pulling his shirt over his head. It will save some time.
Nakamaru rummages in his bedside table, tossing a crumpled tube to Koki. “You’ll be needing this,” he says by way of explanation, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. Koki shrugs to himself, and busies himself with unfastening his own jeans. The sheets rustle, and Koki looks up in time to see Nakamaru settle against the headboard.
Junno joins them finally. He’s left his clothes in the bathroom and he’s unable to meet their eyes. He keeps his own downcast, only looking up when Nakamaru clears his throat and pats the space between his legs. He climbs up onto the bed, sitting on his knees with his hands at his sides. Koki climbs behind him, unable to resist walking his fingers down the knobs of his spine; Junno shivers and leans forward, nuzzling against the bulge in Nakamaru’s underwear.
His mouth goes a little dry at the sight, and Koki busies himself with slicking his fingers. Junno is so open before him, and he presses his fingers in slowly so as not to spook him. The touch earns him a muffled gasp; when Koki glances up, Nakamaru’s got a hand curled against the nape of Junno’s neck, holding him in place.
It looks like Junno’s busy; Koki busies himself, scissoring his fingers apart one last time before slicking himself. He tries his best to go slow, to savor it, but his impatience wins out and he can’t. Instead he pushes in and out, over and over, pushing Junno forward onto Nakamaru.
He concentrates on how tight Junno is, and how the muscles of his back look under the sheen of sweat on his skin. Just once, Koki drags the nails of one hand down the center, gasping at the way it makes Junno clench around him. Red scratches stand up in stark relief. In apology, he wraps his hand around Junno’s cock, stroking him just as roughly as he’s being fucked, and it isn’t long before he’s moaning continuously as best he can around Nakamaru.
Junno shivers beneath Koki; a few moments later Koki pulls his hand away. Nakamaru manages to communicate through his own haze, his eyes cutting down to Junno’s back. Koki smears his handful of come down Junno’s side as he grips his hips for his final few thrusts.
He barely manages to fall to the side when he finishes. Nakamaru isn’t quite there yet, and Koki watches as he catches his breath. Junno’s eyes are shut as he bobs back and forth. His hands clench on Nakamaru’s thighs as Nakamaru loosely holds him in place. It’s one of the best visuals Koki’s had in a while, and he almost wishes he’d gotten to be in Nakamaru’s place. Almost.
Abruptly, Nakamaru pulls Junno back, just far enough to keep him from choking completely. Nakamaru groans as he empties into Junno’s mouth. It’s all Junno can do to swallow it all; a few dribbles escape and run down his chin. He pulls away when Nakamaru lets him, falling between him and Koki.
It’s automatic when Koki reaches for him, pulling Junno closer to turn and face him. He grabs him by the cheeks, holding Junno still as he laps at the mess on his face. Vaguely he can feel the bed shift; a little later and it shifts again.
Nakamaru’s looming over both of them, a washcloth in hand as he swipes at the mess on Junno’s side. He turns his attention to Koki shortly, and once both of them are as clean as they’ll get without showering, Nakamaru drops the cloth off the side of the bed and settles down next to Junno.
Junno’s breathing is even, and Koki’s nearly asleep when Nakamaru breaks the silence.
“Don’t think you’ve gotten away scot-free, Koki.”
He can’t help it when he shivers with anticipation.