solicitations/kink bingo fill
Title: Solicitations
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 1880
Summary: It's not too often that he gets requests.
Notes: Written for the crossdressing square of my kink_bingo card.
It’s a Friday evening, the first in a while that Junno and Koki have gotten to hang out together. They’re making the most of it, lazing on Junno’s couch as they watch late night variety programming.
"You gonna wear fishnets this time? For your solo?" Junno doesn't look at him as he asks. He acts like he's more interested in the beer in his hand.
"What?" Koki stares at him, his own drink forgotten. He wonders if maybe he’d be on somewhat the same level if he were drinking Junno’s beer. "And what else, wear makeup and stuff a bra?"
It's not that it's a terrible idea, really. It's just that Koki's days of crossdressing for the general public's entertainment should have been over by now.
Junno's silence says it all. Koki doesn’t say anything else about it, and neither does Junno. That doesn’t mean Koki won’t take the suggestion under advisement, though. Just not for anything related to work.
*
It takes a few days for Koki to gather the necessary supplies, but he manages. It’s a good thing the internet is discreet.
Once he’s gotten everything together-- the fishnets, high-waisted shorts with two rows of decorative buttons down the front, and a black sailor’s top with white ribbon-- Koki’s biggest dilemma is whether or not he should wear it out of the house or just commandeer Junno’s bathroom to change into it. The height of the black patent heels makes the choice for him; he's a little out of practice.
Before he begins making preparations, Koki texts to make sure Junno will be home and up for hanging out. The answer is lightning-quick and enthusiastic, so Koki tosses his phone onto the pile of clothes and heads to take a shower.
A short while later, he emerges, hair dripping wet and legs and underarms smooth. He might as well go all out; besides, having hair peeking through the weave of his stockings wouldn’t be classy at all. He wipes the condensation from the mirror and takes extra care to shave. Finally he towels off and runs a comb through his hair, swiping it all to one side. The yellow strands peek out some, and Koki grins at himself in the mirror.
To save a little time, Koki gets part-way dressed; thin satin boyshorts that he has to tuck himself into, and a matching bra that’s really only padding, and then the stockings. He twists to check in the mirror above his dresser that the seams in the back are perfectly straight. That’s all he’ll leave his flat in; he pulls on loose jeans and a too-long plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
What’s taking so long? flashes on his phone while he neatly folds his outfit. Koki laughs a little before texting back and making sure he’s got his seldom-used kohl and tinted lip gloss. Before he leaves, he makes sure each of his pets are settled for the night and locks up, bag slung across his shoulders.
When he gets to Junno’s the door is unlocked and he waltzes in, muttering something vague about the bathroom. Junno grunts, clearly engrossed in one of his games. He doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss when Koki kicks off his sneakers before heading down the hall.
Koki locks the bathroom door and drops his bag on the counter. He unbuttons and drops his shirt, kicking it and his jeans into the corner nearest the hamper, and makes a few adjustments to his underwear. It would be easy enough to just accost Junno in them, but it’s more fun this way. He shimmies into the shorts, zipping the side closed. There’s a gap between the bottom hem and the tops of the fishnets; even though they cover up his bellybutton, they’re indecently short.
The shirt is more modest, little cap sleeves and a neckline that isn’t very plunging at all. Koki fusses with the collar in the mirror once he’s pulled it on, making sure it isn’t wrinkled and that the bow is centered just right, even though it probably won’t last that long. He pushes up the cups of his bra, pleased with the shape it gives him. Just a few more moments to do his eyeliner and apply gloss, and then Koki’s ready to step into his heels. They actually give him a couple of inches on Junno; he takes a couple of seconds to make sure his balance is perfect before stalking back into the living room.
Junno doesn’t hear him for the television, but Koki is okay with that. There hasn’t been a wired game controller in Junno’s possession for years, and it works to Koki’s advantage as he steps between Junno and his game.
The reaction is a little delayed. That’s fine, though. Junno drops his controller at the same time his jaw drops, and he raises his hands to wrap around the naked strips of Koki’s thighs. His hands are hot and a little sweaty from what must have been hours of gaming. Koki steps forward when Junno gently pulls him to himself, and then straddles his lap, knees caging Junno.
“Hello,” Junno murmurs absently as his hands wander. Both of his palms squeeze Koki’s ass, hard, and it’s only fair that he retaliates by tugging his hair. Junno gasps and slides his hands up under Koki’s shirt. “I’d like to fuck you, please.”
Koki untangles himself from Junno’s hold, smirking as his erection nudges his thigh when he gets up. He doesn’t even have to say anything and Junno follows like some sort of puppy. This might be his favorite part of dressing up, other than the sheer indulgence of silk and satin and fruit-flavored lip gloss.
He stops short of the bed, sighing in contentment as Junno halts behind him, hands gentle as they settle on his hips and slide upward. Junno nuzzles the curve of his neck and squeezes the swell of his bra. Koki arches into it as if Junno’s actually teasing something more than padding and then bats his hands away, guiding them to the hem of his shirt.
Junno doesn’t need any more prompting than that, and Koki lifts his arms as he’s relieved of his top. A few moments later, Junno fumbles at the buttons on the front of Koki’s shorts; he whines in the back of his throat when nothing happens. Koki pulls at him, dragging one hand to the zipper, laughing and hanging on to Junno for balance as he steps out of them.
“Leave everything else on?” Junno sounds hopeful. Koki simply crawls up onto the bed, settling down on his side to watch Junno undress. It’s hasty and graceless, and Koki loves knowing that it’s all because of him.
Once he’s finished, Junno practically jumps Koki, rolling him onto his back fully and pinning his wrists. One knee nudges between his thighs, and Koki bucks his hips up, attempting to grind against it. His panties are becoming uncomfortably tight, and it’s his turn to make a needy noise. Junno lets go to palm him, his touch rough against Koki before he backs off and flips him over.
Koki gasps in surprise as he gets his arms under himself. Junno is only away from him for a second, and then he’s got both hands on Koki’s hips, dragging him to raise up. On hands and knees, Koki arches into Junno’s touch once more. Fingertips drag along the waistband of his panties before hooking into them and only pulling them down far enough for Junno to free him somewhat. They stay tangled around his thighs as Junno runs a slick finger down his crease.
“Hurry,” Koki mumbles. He tries to back into Junno’s touch, but it’s withdrawn. He earns a sharp smack instead, and he burrows into the pillows and his crossed arms. “Please,” he finally whimpers when just Junno’s hands trailing heated paths over his skin isn’t enough.
That does it for Junno, and he slides a single finger into Koki. It’s too slow, too teasing, and Koki tries to kick at Junno. It doesn’t work well at all, since his range of motion is limited. Junno laughs, and Koki wonders if cursing will be more effective than pleading.
Finally Junno takes mercy, adding a second finger and increasing their speed. Koki’s back curves with delight, egging Junno on. He speeds up, rough as he finger fucks him, his free hand holding Koki open.
Koki is almost to the end of his patience, and he works one hand underneath himself. The angle is a little awkward, but his fingertips are enough extra stimulation. Junno takes his hands away and Koki groans in disappointment. It doesn’t last for long, because Koki can hear a cap pop; seconds later Junno is burying himself in him as deep as he can go.
For several long moments, neither of them breathe. Koki lets out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and that seems to be the signal for Junno to pull out. That’s the slowest he moves; his next thrust is twice as fast, and the rest build up speed. One hand slides up Koki’s spine, pressing him down by the nape of his neck. Koki presses into Junno’s hips even faster; when he thinks he’s on the verge of suffocating, Junno lets him up, his fingers nimble as they unhook his bra.
Koki takes his hand off himself long enough to try and wriggle free from the straps. Junno bats the satin out of his way, rough as he twists one of Koki’s nipples. He freezes, hand tightening on his cock, too overwhelmed to do much more. It hurts in the most delicious way, and Koki sucks in a breath as he figures out how his muscles work again.
His hand jerks back and forth, with no regard for rhythm or finesse. Junno’s hips are much the same, driving into Koki furiously and abruptly stilling. Junno’s blunt nails dig deep crescents into Koki’s skin as he shudders out his orgasm. Koki rides it out, doing his best to tug himself to completion. After what seems like hours, Junno releases him from his hold and his fingers join Koki’s, guiding him to a final shaking shockwave blast.
Koki groans, burying his face against his arm as he bites his lip. His hand is sticky, and he’s sure he’s ruined his panties. His limbs feel weak; Junno is almost a dead weight on his back; Koki doesn’t want to fall into the wet spot. Finally Junno pulls out, falling to his side. He flails a hand toward the tissues on his nightstand and wipes Koki clean before attending to his own clean-up.
When he’s sure he won’t stick to Junno in the night, Koki lies down facing him. Junno’s eyes are half-closed, but he’s still conscious enough to tug Koki’s leg up over his hip. “Gonna savor this, okay,” he murmurs.
Koki is fine with that, though he wiggles a bit to kick his shoes off. Junno doesn’t stir when they clunk to the floor, and Koki fusses with the rumpled sheets, pulling the cotton up over them. Before he dozed off, Koki wondered what kinds of things he could ask for in return.
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 1880
Summary: It's not too often that he gets requests.
Notes: Written for the crossdressing square of my kink_bingo card.
It’s a Friday evening, the first in a while that Junno and Koki have gotten to hang out together. They’re making the most of it, lazing on Junno’s couch as they watch late night variety programming.
"You gonna wear fishnets this time? For your solo?" Junno doesn't look at him as he asks. He acts like he's more interested in the beer in his hand.
"What?" Koki stares at him, his own drink forgotten. He wonders if maybe he’d be on somewhat the same level if he were drinking Junno’s beer. "And what else, wear makeup and stuff a bra?"
It's not that it's a terrible idea, really. It's just that Koki's days of crossdressing for the general public's entertainment should have been over by now.
Junno's silence says it all. Koki doesn’t say anything else about it, and neither does Junno. That doesn’t mean Koki won’t take the suggestion under advisement, though. Just not for anything related to work.
*
It takes a few days for Koki to gather the necessary supplies, but he manages. It’s a good thing the internet is discreet.
Once he’s gotten everything together-- the fishnets, high-waisted shorts with two rows of decorative buttons down the front, and a black sailor’s top with white ribbon-- Koki’s biggest dilemma is whether or not he should wear it out of the house or just commandeer Junno’s bathroom to change into it. The height of the black patent heels makes the choice for him; he's a little out of practice.
Before he begins making preparations, Koki texts to make sure Junno will be home and up for hanging out. The answer is lightning-quick and enthusiastic, so Koki tosses his phone onto the pile of clothes and heads to take a shower.
A short while later, he emerges, hair dripping wet and legs and underarms smooth. He might as well go all out; besides, having hair peeking through the weave of his stockings wouldn’t be classy at all. He wipes the condensation from the mirror and takes extra care to shave. Finally he towels off and runs a comb through his hair, swiping it all to one side. The yellow strands peek out some, and Koki grins at himself in the mirror.
To save a little time, Koki gets part-way dressed; thin satin boyshorts that he has to tuck himself into, and a matching bra that’s really only padding, and then the stockings. He twists to check in the mirror above his dresser that the seams in the back are perfectly straight. That’s all he’ll leave his flat in; he pulls on loose jeans and a too-long plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
What’s taking so long? flashes on his phone while he neatly folds his outfit. Koki laughs a little before texting back and making sure he’s got his seldom-used kohl and tinted lip gloss. Before he leaves, he makes sure each of his pets are settled for the night and locks up, bag slung across his shoulders.
When he gets to Junno’s the door is unlocked and he waltzes in, muttering something vague about the bathroom. Junno grunts, clearly engrossed in one of his games. He doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss when Koki kicks off his sneakers before heading down the hall.
Koki locks the bathroom door and drops his bag on the counter. He unbuttons and drops his shirt, kicking it and his jeans into the corner nearest the hamper, and makes a few adjustments to his underwear. It would be easy enough to just accost Junno in them, but it’s more fun this way. He shimmies into the shorts, zipping the side closed. There’s a gap between the bottom hem and the tops of the fishnets; even though they cover up his bellybutton, they’re indecently short.
The shirt is more modest, little cap sleeves and a neckline that isn’t very plunging at all. Koki fusses with the collar in the mirror once he’s pulled it on, making sure it isn’t wrinkled and that the bow is centered just right, even though it probably won’t last that long. He pushes up the cups of his bra, pleased with the shape it gives him. Just a few more moments to do his eyeliner and apply gloss, and then Koki’s ready to step into his heels. They actually give him a couple of inches on Junno; he takes a couple of seconds to make sure his balance is perfect before stalking back into the living room.
Junno doesn’t hear him for the television, but Koki is okay with that. There hasn’t been a wired game controller in Junno’s possession for years, and it works to Koki’s advantage as he steps between Junno and his game.
The reaction is a little delayed. That’s fine, though. Junno drops his controller at the same time his jaw drops, and he raises his hands to wrap around the naked strips of Koki’s thighs. His hands are hot and a little sweaty from what must have been hours of gaming. Koki steps forward when Junno gently pulls him to himself, and then straddles his lap, knees caging Junno.
“Hello,” Junno murmurs absently as his hands wander. Both of his palms squeeze Koki’s ass, hard, and it’s only fair that he retaliates by tugging his hair. Junno gasps and slides his hands up under Koki’s shirt. “I’d like to fuck you, please.”
Koki untangles himself from Junno’s hold, smirking as his erection nudges his thigh when he gets up. He doesn’t even have to say anything and Junno follows like some sort of puppy. This might be his favorite part of dressing up, other than the sheer indulgence of silk and satin and fruit-flavored lip gloss.
He stops short of the bed, sighing in contentment as Junno halts behind him, hands gentle as they settle on his hips and slide upward. Junno nuzzles the curve of his neck and squeezes the swell of his bra. Koki arches into it as if Junno’s actually teasing something more than padding and then bats his hands away, guiding them to the hem of his shirt.
Junno doesn’t need any more prompting than that, and Koki lifts his arms as he’s relieved of his top. A few moments later, Junno fumbles at the buttons on the front of Koki’s shorts; he whines in the back of his throat when nothing happens. Koki pulls at him, dragging one hand to the zipper, laughing and hanging on to Junno for balance as he steps out of them.
“Leave everything else on?” Junno sounds hopeful. Koki simply crawls up onto the bed, settling down on his side to watch Junno undress. It’s hasty and graceless, and Koki loves knowing that it’s all because of him.
Once he’s finished, Junno practically jumps Koki, rolling him onto his back fully and pinning his wrists. One knee nudges between his thighs, and Koki bucks his hips up, attempting to grind against it. His panties are becoming uncomfortably tight, and it’s his turn to make a needy noise. Junno lets go to palm him, his touch rough against Koki before he backs off and flips him over.
Koki gasps in surprise as he gets his arms under himself. Junno is only away from him for a second, and then he’s got both hands on Koki’s hips, dragging him to raise up. On hands and knees, Koki arches into Junno’s touch once more. Fingertips drag along the waistband of his panties before hooking into them and only pulling them down far enough for Junno to free him somewhat. They stay tangled around his thighs as Junno runs a slick finger down his crease.
“Hurry,” Koki mumbles. He tries to back into Junno’s touch, but it’s withdrawn. He earns a sharp smack instead, and he burrows into the pillows and his crossed arms. “Please,” he finally whimpers when just Junno’s hands trailing heated paths over his skin isn’t enough.
That does it for Junno, and he slides a single finger into Koki. It’s too slow, too teasing, and Koki tries to kick at Junno. It doesn’t work well at all, since his range of motion is limited. Junno laughs, and Koki wonders if cursing will be more effective than pleading.
Finally Junno takes mercy, adding a second finger and increasing their speed. Koki’s back curves with delight, egging Junno on. He speeds up, rough as he finger fucks him, his free hand holding Koki open.
Koki is almost to the end of his patience, and he works one hand underneath himself. The angle is a little awkward, but his fingertips are enough extra stimulation. Junno takes his hands away and Koki groans in disappointment. It doesn’t last for long, because Koki can hear a cap pop; seconds later Junno is burying himself in him as deep as he can go.
For several long moments, neither of them breathe. Koki lets out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and that seems to be the signal for Junno to pull out. That’s the slowest he moves; his next thrust is twice as fast, and the rest build up speed. One hand slides up Koki’s spine, pressing him down by the nape of his neck. Koki presses into Junno’s hips even faster; when he thinks he’s on the verge of suffocating, Junno lets him up, his fingers nimble as they unhook his bra.
Koki takes his hand off himself long enough to try and wriggle free from the straps. Junno bats the satin out of his way, rough as he twists one of Koki’s nipples. He freezes, hand tightening on his cock, too overwhelmed to do much more. It hurts in the most delicious way, and Koki sucks in a breath as he figures out how his muscles work again.
His hand jerks back and forth, with no regard for rhythm or finesse. Junno’s hips are much the same, driving into Koki furiously and abruptly stilling. Junno’s blunt nails dig deep crescents into Koki’s skin as he shudders out his orgasm. Koki rides it out, doing his best to tug himself to completion. After what seems like hours, Junno releases him from his hold and his fingers join Koki’s, guiding him to a final shaking shockwave blast.
Koki groans, burying his face against his arm as he bites his lip. His hand is sticky, and he’s sure he’s ruined his panties. His limbs feel weak; Junno is almost a dead weight on his back; Koki doesn’t want to fall into the wet spot. Finally Junno pulls out, falling to his side. He flails a hand toward the tissues on his nightstand and wipes Koki clean before attending to his own clean-up.
When he’s sure he won’t stick to Junno in the night, Koki lies down facing him. Junno’s eyes are half-closed, but he’s still conscious enough to tug Koki’s leg up over his hip. “Gonna savor this, okay,” he murmurs.
Koki is fine with that, though he wiggles a bit to kick his shoes off. Junno doesn’t stir when they clunk to the floor, and Koki fusses with the rumpled sheets, pulling the cotton up over them. Before he dozed off, Koki wondered what kinds of things he could ask for in return.