b-sides
Title: B-Sides
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R-- sort-of dubious consent
Word Count: 1057
Summary: What Koki wants, Koki gets.
Notes: Originally posted here.
It's late. Gatsuun has finished for the week, and Junno is more sullen than normal. Koki can't help it; he likes to poke at him when he's like this.
"Stop it," Junno mutters when Koki actually pokes at his side. All Koki does is cackle and back off for a moment. "You're being an idiot!"
Koki attempts to be contrite, but it doesn't last for long. He's about to get into his car when one of Junno's hands claps down on the back of his neck.
"I've got to show you something; come over."
Koki nods, and the drive to Junno's is blessedly short. Junno's already there; it looks like he's been waiting a while. He looks impatient as he looms over Koki.
"Took you long enough," Junno snipes. "Bedroom."
He turns and strides down the hallway, leaving Koki to trot after him. He's got an idea of what he's going to see.
Junno is standing next to his dresser, the fingers of one hand drumming impatiently on the lacquered wood. His jaw is tight; a pointed look at Koki’s jeans has him scrambling to get out of them. Another glance urges Koki to lean over the edge of the dresser. He watches Junno in the mirror; very deliberately he rolls up his sleeves.
“It would be best if you kept quiet for this.”
Koki shivers, biting his lip as he nods. He probably shouldn’t laugh for any of this.
Even though he sees it coming in the mirror, the first smack against his ass startles him. Junno smirks at that, switching sides seamlessly. It’s steady and slow, and the dull ache of arousal grows in the pit of his stomach. Koki shifts, his fingers clenching against the edges of the dresser. Every slap is starting to sting, and it’s harder to stay silent.
“I ought to leave you like this, see if you’re capable of learning anything.” Junno pauses to knead Koki’s ass, both hands spreading him open and his thumbs teasing his hole.
He can’t help it when he whimpers and arches into it. Out of the corner of his eye he can see the way he flushes, but Koki is more concerned with seeing what Junno will do.
For a few agonizing minutes, he stays still, finally letting go of Koki and turning away. Koki swallows down the protest he desperately wants to make, hoping that Junno will come back. His eyes follow his every move as he paws through his bedside table; he shifts in a subtle attempt to catch Junno’s eye again.
It works, though Junno takes his time in returning to him. Koki raises up on his tiptoes in an effort to speed things up, but all it gets him is another sharp slap on the ass. For a second, he wonders if it will leave a mark; a tiny part of him hopes it will.
Junno doesn’t speak while he slicks his fingers. He slides two fingers into Koki, wasting no time in spreading them apart. That’s all he does at first, holding Koki open until he can’t help trying to wriggle and move things along.
“You aren’t very good at following directions,” Junno muses, fingers finally working in and out. “I know you won’t learn much of anything, and we’ll end up here again.”
Koki moans loudly when Junno punctuates his sentence by pressing against his prostate and keeping his fingers there. It’s almost painful, and by the time he finally lets up, Koki can feel his eyes watering.
Junno wipes his hand against Koki’s side and unfastens his jeans. He only pushes them down far enough to free his dick, and he palms himself roughly as he meets Koki’s gaze in the mirror. For a second, Koki wonders if he’s going to fuck him like that, with just the barest amount of lube, but then Junno slicks himself and presses in.
It’s slow and steady, but Junno finally finishes easing in. Koki feels like he’s slowly being pulled apart; he lowers his face against the dresser. A hand slides up his back, almost soothing as it pets his hair before tangling in it and tugging. It urges him to look up again, at the way he’s bent over for Junno, and he shudders in anticipation.
Junno holds him in place, expression neutral as he pulls out. The next thrust is slightly faster, the pace building until Junno finally lets go of Koki to brace himself. The denim and zipper of Junno’s jeans rub against his ass, and Koki’s fingers claw at the edges of the dresser as he works to get a hand around himself. Behind him, Junno snaps his hips harder, grunting with each thrust.
Koki jerks himself off, his precome easing his efforts. He can feel that he’s close, and for a second he wonders if he should hold back. A glance up into the mirror shows that Junno is just as far gone; his eyes are closed and the veins in his neck stand out. Koki presses back into Junno, startling him for a moment. It passes quickly, though, and Junno winds his fingers into Koki’s hair again, barely pulling it. It’s just enough for Koki to get off. He wails, completely unable to stay quiet as he tenses up, spilling over his hand. In the back of his mind, he wonders if he got any on the furniture. He’d probably have to lick it clean.
A few moments later, Junno stills, his grip on Koki loosening. He gasps to catch his breath, and Koki watches through lowered lashes as his expression softens. Gingerly, he pulls out and lets go of Koki. Junno stumbles toward his bathroom, and Koki can hear the tap running. He’s too stretched thin to move much, but he doesn’t have to worry about it because Junno returns, a washcloth in hand, and carefully wipes him down.
Junno drops the rag, his hands coaxing Koki to stand. He guides them to the bed, pulling Koki’s shirt over his head before letting him crawl under the covers. In the short time it takes for Junno to get undressed, Koki’s nearly asleep.
“Idiot,” Junno mumbles against the back of Koki’s neck. Koki grins as he leans into Junno’s arms; he doesn’t have plans to stop provoking Junno when he gets in his moods.
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R-- sort-of dubious consent
Word Count: 1057
Summary: What Koki wants, Koki gets.
Notes: Originally posted here.
It's late. Gatsuun has finished for the week, and Junno is more sullen than normal. Koki can't help it; he likes to poke at him when he's like this.
"Stop it," Junno mutters when Koki actually pokes at his side. All Koki does is cackle and back off for a moment. "You're being an idiot!"
Koki attempts to be contrite, but it doesn't last for long. He's about to get into his car when one of Junno's hands claps down on the back of his neck.
"I've got to show you something; come over."
Koki nods, and the drive to Junno's is blessedly short. Junno's already there; it looks like he's been waiting a while. He looks impatient as he looms over Koki.
"Took you long enough," Junno snipes. "Bedroom."
He turns and strides down the hallway, leaving Koki to trot after him. He's got an idea of what he's going to see.
Junno is standing next to his dresser, the fingers of one hand drumming impatiently on the lacquered wood. His jaw is tight; a pointed look at Koki’s jeans has him scrambling to get out of them. Another glance urges Koki to lean over the edge of the dresser. He watches Junno in the mirror; very deliberately he rolls up his sleeves.
“It would be best if you kept quiet for this.”
Koki shivers, biting his lip as he nods. He probably shouldn’t laugh for any of this.
Even though he sees it coming in the mirror, the first smack against his ass startles him. Junno smirks at that, switching sides seamlessly. It’s steady and slow, and the dull ache of arousal grows in the pit of his stomach. Koki shifts, his fingers clenching against the edges of the dresser. Every slap is starting to sting, and it’s harder to stay silent.
“I ought to leave you like this, see if you’re capable of learning anything.” Junno pauses to knead Koki’s ass, both hands spreading him open and his thumbs teasing his hole.
He can’t help it when he whimpers and arches into it. Out of the corner of his eye he can see the way he flushes, but Koki is more concerned with seeing what Junno will do.
For a few agonizing minutes, he stays still, finally letting go of Koki and turning away. Koki swallows down the protest he desperately wants to make, hoping that Junno will come back. His eyes follow his every move as he paws through his bedside table; he shifts in a subtle attempt to catch Junno’s eye again.
It works, though Junno takes his time in returning to him. Koki raises up on his tiptoes in an effort to speed things up, but all it gets him is another sharp slap on the ass. For a second, he wonders if it will leave a mark; a tiny part of him hopes it will.
Junno doesn’t speak while he slicks his fingers. He slides two fingers into Koki, wasting no time in spreading them apart. That’s all he does at first, holding Koki open until he can’t help trying to wriggle and move things along.
“You aren’t very good at following directions,” Junno muses, fingers finally working in and out. “I know you won’t learn much of anything, and we’ll end up here again.”
Koki moans loudly when Junno punctuates his sentence by pressing against his prostate and keeping his fingers there. It’s almost painful, and by the time he finally lets up, Koki can feel his eyes watering.
Junno wipes his hand against Koki’s side and unfastens his jeans. He only pushes them down far enough to free his dick, and he palms himself roughly as he meets Koki’s gaze in the mirror. For a second, Koki wonders if he’s going to fuck him like that, with just the barest amount of lube, but then Junno slicks himself and presses in.
It’s slow and steady, but Junno finally finishes easing in. Koki feels like he’s slowly being pulled apart; he lowers his face against the dresser. A hand slides up his back, almost soothing as it pets his hair before tangling in it and tugging. It urges him to look up again, at the way he’s bent over for Junno, and he shudders in anticipation.
Junno holds him in place, expression neutral as he pulls out. The next thrust is slightly faster, the pace building until Junno finally lets go of Koki to brace himself. The denim and zipper of Junno’s jeans rub against his ass, and Koki’s fingers claw at the edges of the dresser as he works to get a hand around himself. Behind him, Junno snaps his hips harder, grunting with each thrust.
Koki jerks himself off, his precome easing his efforts. He can feel that he’s close, and for a second he wonders if he should hold back. A glance up into the mirror shows that Junno is just as far gone; his eyes are closed and the veins in his neck stand out. Koki presses back into Junno, startling him for a moment. It passes quickly, though, and Junno winds his fingers into Koki’s hair again, barely pulling it. It’s just enough for Koki to get off. He wails, completely unable to stay quiet as he tenses up, spilling over his hand. In the back of his mind, he wonders if he got any on the furniture. He’d probably have to lick it clean.
A few moments later, Junno stills, his grip on Koki loosening. He gasps to catch his breath, and Koki watches through lowered lashes as his expression softens. Gingerly, he pulls out and lets go of Koki. Junno stumbles toward his bathroom, and Koki can hear the tap running. He’s too stretched thin to move much, but he doesn’t have to worry about it because Junno returns, a washcloth in hand, and carefully wipes him down.
Junno drops the rag, his hands coaxing Koki to stand. He guides them to the bed, pulling Koki’s shirt over his head before letting him crawl under the covers. In the short time it takes for Junno to get undressed, Koki’s nearly asleep.
“Idiot,” Junno mumbles against the back of Koki’s neck. Koki grins as he leans into Junno’s arms; he doesn’t have plans to stop provoking Junno when he gets in his moods.