squeaky clean/kink bingo fill
Title: Squeaky Clean
Pairing/Group: Ueda Tatsuya/Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; almost breathplay, sort of a snowball
Word Count: 1074
Summary: Needless to say, this isn't really the best cleaning method.
Notes: Written for the washing/cleaning square of my kink_bingo card.
"You look awfully dirty today."
Koki grins up at Ueda from where he's sprawled across Nakamaru's couch. "And what are you going to do about it?"
Ueda shrugs, glancing at Nakamaru. It is his place, and he might as well get permission. Nakamaru nods ever so slightly, and he slinks out of the room. Koki doesn't notice, too busy with that shit-eating grin.
Once he hears the water begin running, Ueda steps forward, hooking a hand around one of Koki's arms. For the most part, Koki is too surprised to resist, and it's easy for Ueda to drag him to the bathroom.
It's steamy, and Nakamaru is waiting, his shirt folded neatly on the counter. He steps forward to help yank Koki's clothes off, and between the two of them, it's a matter of moments before Koki's naked.
"This will be easier if you work with us," Nakamaru says, gently steering Koki to the tub.
"Just think," Ueda adds, "you'll get a nice surprise too."
"This is already nice," Koki retorts, a smirk playing at his lips. He steps into the tub, sinking down with a contented sigh.
Ueda kneels at the side of the tub. This time he's gentle as he tangles his fingers in the bleached blond chunk of Koki's hair and tugs. He keeps pulling, drawing Koki further into the water, not stopping until he's fully submerged. A few seconds later, he lets go, and Nakamaru is ready with a handful of shampoo.
Koki sits up, coughing and dripping wet. Nakamaru waits until it's subsided, and then he attacks, lathering him up. This time, it's Nakamaru who dunks him, a little more harshly than Ueda had, and lets him up once he's satisfied that all of the suds have been rinsed out.
"You two are a little violent," Koki coughs. Ueda shrugs, and Nakamaru has an amazing poker face.
“Can’t help it,” Ueda says. “Takes a lot to clean the likes of you up.” He picks up the soap, and Koki dutifully raises an arm. Nakamaru helps with this, a washcloth at the ready to scrub along Koki’s skin.
They’re quiet, save for the sloshing of the water and Koki’s occasional noises. The room is warm, and the water feels nice. When Ueda’s hand trails lower, Koki arches into the touch. He seems to be on the verge of falling asleep, and Ueda glances over to Nakamaru. They have a silent conversation, and Ueda ventures even lower, wrapping his hand around Koki’s dick.
He’s already half-hard, and he doesn’t bother opening his eyes at the touch. Instead, he rolls his hips into it, and Nakamaru watches intently as Ueda begins an easy rhythm. Koki does most of the work, lazily thrusting into the circle of Ueda’s fingers. “You gonna fuck me?” he asks, half-smirking.
“Might,” Ueda answers. Nakamaru shrugs; he’s content to watch, or take a turn, or squeeze in alongside Ueda. “I guess you’re clean enough; go on and stand up.”
Koki does, dripping water. There’s a bit of a ledge in one corner, and Nakamaru seems to read Ueda’s mind when he snatches the few bottles there out of the way. Ueda shucks his pants off, leaving them in a crumpled pile next to the tub, and steps in. Water sloshes out of the tub, and Nakamaru disappears for a moment. When he returns, he’s got a crumpled tube in hand, and Ueda grins at him as he snatches it.
Ueda steps around Koki, wrapping an arm around his middle as he perches on the edge of the ledge. Koki’s a little unsteady on his feet, but he keeps his balance long enough for Ueda to pull him into his lap. “Hold this,” he mutters as he hands the lube to Koki; in a fit of helpfulness, Koki opens it for him and squeezes a dollop into his hand.
Wasting no time, Ueda works Koki open. He slips a single finger in, slow and teasing, waiting until Koki is impatiently writhing against his hand before adding another. He crooks them, aiming for the spot that sets Koki off, holding pressure and repeatedly rubbing it when he hits it.
“Fuck,” Koki whines. “Hurry up.”
Ueda twists his fingers a few more times, just to be contrary, and then removes them long enough to slick himself and slide in. He waits for just the space of a heartbeat, and then he begins in earnest, jostling Koki in his lap as he fucks him. Koki braces himself with one hand against the wall, the other clenched around the arm Ueda’s got wrapped around his middle, and curses with each thrust.
“Might have to wash your mouth out with soap,” Nakamaru murmurs from his perch against the edge of the counter. Ueda grunts in agreement, slowing a bit so he can watch as Nakamaru jerks himself off. He looks mostly unaffected, except for the flush of his cheeks and how hard his hand is working.
Just the thought of Nakamaru actually making good on his threat has him snapping his hips harder. By now, Koki hasn’t got enough breath for words, and he’s let go of his death grip on Ueda’s arm to tug himself off. Ueda can’t help it; Koki shudders around him when he whispers that he’d like to see Nakamaru holding him down and soaping his mouth. It doesn’t take much to set him off.
Koki gasps, tightening around Ueda. He sags in Ueda’s hold as he finishes, and Ueda thrusts through the last bit of his resistance before stilling himself, unable to resist biting the junction of Koki’s neck and shoulder.
A muffled noise draws Ueda’s attention, and he looks up in time to watch as Nakamaru finishes. The tension fades from his frame, and his eyes are pleasantly hooded. Ueda watches as he pushes himself off of the counter with his clean hand; he wishes he could see Koki’s face when Nakamaru presses his semen-covered fingers to his lips.
Koki doesn’t seem to mind, though, from the enthusiastic noises he makes as he laps at Nakamaru’s hand. Ueda wonders if he could get away with that some time, easing out of Koki when he’s finished cleaning up Nakamaru’s mess.
He leans back against the wall, and Koki follows, melting against him as best he can. Ueda can’t help but laugh when Koki sighs, and Nakamaru follows suit.
“I think I might need another bath.”
Pairing/Group: Ueda Tatsuya/Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; almost breathplay, sort of a snowball
Word Count: 1074
Summary: Needless to say, this isn't really the best cleaning method.
Notes: Written for the washing/cleaning square of my kink_bingo card.
"You look awfully dirty today."
Koki grins up at Ueda from where he's sprawled across Nakamaru's couch. "And what are you going to do about it?"
Ueda shrugs, glancing at Nakamaru. It is his place, and he might as well get permission. Nakamaru nods ever so slightly, and he slinks out of the room. Koki doesn't notice, too busy with that shit-eating grin.
Once he hears the water begin running, Ueda steps forward, hooking a hand around one of Koki's arms. For the most part, Koki is too surprised to resist, and it's easy for Ueda to drag him to the bathroom.
It's steamy, and Nakamaru is waiting, his shirt folded neatly on the counter. He steps forward to help yank Koki's clothes off, and between the two of them, it's a matter of moments before Koki's naked.
"This will be easier if you work with us," Nakamaru says, gently steering Koki to the tub.
"Just think," Ueda adds, "you'll get a nice surprise too."
"This is already nice," Koki retorts, a smirk playing at his lips. He steps into the tub, sinking down with a contented sigh.
Ueda kneels at the side of the tub. This time he's gentle as he tangles his fingers in the bleached blond chunk of Koki's hair and tugs. He keeps pulling, drawing Koki further into the water, not stopping until he's fully submerged. A few seconds later, he lets go, and Nakamaru is ready with a handful of shampoo.
Koki sits up, coughing and dripping wet. Nakamaru waits until it's subsided, and then he attacks, lathering him up. This time, it's Nakamaru who dunks him, a little more harshly than Ueda had, and lets him up once he's satisfied that all of the suds have been rinsed out.
"You two are a little violent," Koki coughs. Ueda shrugs, and Nakamaru has an amazing poker face.
“Can’t help it,” Ueda says. “Takes a lot to clean the likes of you up.” He picks up the soap, and Koki dutifully raises an arm. Nakamaru helps with this, a washcloth at the ready to scrub along Koki’s skin.
They’re quiet, save for the sloshing of the water and Koki’s occasional noises. The room is warm, and the water feels nice. When Ueda’s hand trails lower, Koki arches into the touch. He seems to be on the verge of falling asleep, and Ueda glances over to Nakamaru. They have a silent conversation, and Ueda ventures even lower, wrapping his hand around Koki’s dick.
He’s already half-hard, and he doesn’t bother opening his eyes at the touch. Instead, he rolls his hips into it, and Nakamaru watches intently as Ueda begins an easy rhythm. Koki does most of the work, lazily thrusting into the circle of Ueda’s fingers. “You gonna fuck me?” he asks, half-smirking.
“Might,” Ueda answers. Nakamaru shrugs; he’s content to watch, or take a turn, or squeeze in alongside Ueda. “I guess you’re clean enough; go on and stand up.”
Koki does, dripping water. There’s a bit of a ledge in one corner, and Nakamaru seems to read Ueda’s mind when he snatches the few bottles there out of the way. Ueda shucks his pants off, leaving them in a crumpled pile next to the tub, and steps in. Water sloshes out of the tub, and Nakamaru disappears for a moment. When he returns, he’s got a crumpled tube in hand, and Ueda grins at him as he snatches it.
Ueda steps around Koki, wrapping an arm around his middle as he perches on the edge of the ledge. Koki’s a little unsteady on his feet, but he keeps his balance long enough for Ueda to pull him into his lap. “Hold this,” he mutters as he hands the lube to Koki; in a fit of helpfulness, Koki opens it for him and squeezes a dollop into his hand.
Wasting no time, Ueda works Koki open. He slips a single finger in, slow and teasing, waiting until Koki is impatiently writhing against his hand before adding another. He crooks them, aiming for the spot that sets Koki off, holding pressure and repeatedly rubbing it when he hits it.
“Fuck,” Koki whines. “Hurry up.”
Ueda twists his fingers a few more times, just to be contrary, and then removes them long enough to slick himself and slide in. He waits for just the space of a heartbeat, and then he begins in earnest, jostling Koki in his lap as he fucks him. Koki braces himself with one hand against the wall, the other clenched around the arm Ueda’s got wrapped around his middle, and curses with each thrust.
“Might have to wash your mouth out with soap,” Nakamaru murmurs from his perch against the edge of the counter. Ueda grunts in agreement, slowing a bit so he can watch as Nakamaru jerks himself off. He looks mostly unaffected, except for the flush of his cheeks and how hard his hand is working.
Just the thought of Nakamaru actually making good on his threat has him snapping his hips harder. By now, Koki hasn’t got enough breath for words, and he’s let go of his death grip on Ueda’s arm to tug himself off. Ueda can’t help it; Koki shudders around him when he whispers that he’d like to see Nakamaru holding him down and soaping his mouth. It doesn’t take much to set him off.
Koki gasps, tightening around Ueda. He sags in Ueda’s hold as he finishes, and Ueda thrusts through the last bit of his resistance before stilling himself, unable to resist biting the junction of Koki’s neck and shoulder.
A muffled noise draws Ueda’s attention, and he looks up in time to watch as Nakamaru finishes. The tension fades from his frame, and his eyes are pleasantly hooded. Ueda watches as he pushes himself off of the counter with his clean hand; he wishes he could see Koki’s face when Nakamaru presses his semen-covered fingers to his lips.
Koki doesn’t seem to mind, though, from the enthusiastic noises he makes as he laps at Nakamaru’s hand. Ueda wonders if he could get away with that some time, easing out of Koki when he’s finished cleaning up Nakamaru’s mess.
He leans back against the wall, and Koki follows, melting against him as best he can. Ueda can’t help but laugh when Koki sighs, and Nakamaru follows suit.
“I think I might need another bath.”