hanging around/kink bingo fill
Title: Hanging Around
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R-- discipline discussions, frottage
Word Count: 1146
Summary: It sounded mostly dreadful, Koki thought.
Notes: Written in part because I miss je_levy's steampunk universe, and also for my wildcard for kink_bingo. I chose suspension. This is set after the last installment, for time frame reference.
It had been another long day of royal deception, and Koki was tired. He'd sat in on a dull Parliament session, listened to even duller ministerial reports, and had finally gotten to slip away. He was hiding in the emperor's innermost private chambers, tengu mask dropped carelessly on the settee next to him.
Koki still hadn't heard any sort of word from Yucchi or Ue-sama, and he tried not to dwell on it. They'd come back; they had to, dammit. Koki knew he was being selfish; he already had Junno back, and he counted himself lucky every day for that. He wasn't sure what he'd be doing otherwise. He didn't like to think on that too much.
Junno slipped into the room, a heaping tray of food in his hands. "Emperor Cookie," he sing-songed before noticing Koki's silence. "What is it, Koki?"
"Nothing. Everything. I miss Yucchi, and I even miss Ue-sama!" He hadn't meant to shout that last part.
Junno set the tray down on the floor a little ways from the settee and made himself at home on the other end of it. Once he'd gotten properly settled, he held his arms open in invitation, and Koki gladly nestled in them. Junno's voice was strangely soothing as he whispered to Koki. "There, there." His metal fingers carefully combed through his hair, and Koki sighed a little.
"Will you tell me a story? About Yucchi, or the destroyer, or anything?"
Junno hummed for a moment, in thought. Finally he began to speak, words an almost fervent whisper. "How about the boiler room? Remember that time I told you about how General hung people by their wrists?"
"Yes?" Koki wondered how this sort of story would play out.
"General did that to me once." Junno looked blissful, as if that were something to be enjoyed. "Was trying to get me to leave. Didn't work."
Koki swallowed. "You don't think Yucchi will do that to us... i- when he gets back, do you? Even though we did something good by kidnapping him?" Really, that was how they'd even ended up in the palace. Yucchi had tried to sneak away to the Eastern Front without so much as a word; it had been a last-minute sort of plan to tie him up and present him as a gift to the Emperor. Then Ue-sama had gone and run off with Yucchi, leaving Koki to pretend to be him with only Junno and the tengu mask.
"Oh yes," Junno said. His answer was prompt, and very matter-of-fact, and Koki shivered a little.
"You shouldn't worry though, Koki. General won't hit you as hard as he'll hit me. He'll even get the leather cuffs to hang you with; most of the time he hauls me up by the wrists with iron manacles."
That didn’t sound very reassuring at all, but Junno continued, oblivious to Koki’s faint whimper.
“The very first time General did it was to try and run me off. Like I said, it didn’t work.” Junno sighed happily before continuing. “Just think, Koki. Hanging there by your wrists, the boiler room warm all around you. It’s very comforting.”
“Really?” Koki didn’t think it was very comforting at all.
“Yes. The ship swaying ever so slightly, how warm it is. Even how General had me barely touching the floor... that was a treat.”
Koki tried to imagine it. The heat was so unbearable in the boiler room, muggy and choking and insidious in its trickling under collars. He’d always avoided it; besides, most of his time on the destroyer had been spent in Yucchi’s bed.
Junno let Koki ponder as his fingers continued to pet him. His hand trailed its way down his arms, a light rustle over his silks until it slipped under and into his sleeve and wrapped around Koki’s wrist.
“Doesn’t it sound nice?” Junno held Koki by the wrist, gently tugging. “I think you’d look so nice, dangling by your wrists. I’d like to see your shirt ride up; your belly is very cute.”
Koki blushed, trying to not dwell on the thought. He couldn’t help it, though, thinking of the way Yucchi would get all stern with him. He’d always liked that, ever since that first night so long ago.
“Oh, if only we could sneak to the dungeons so I could show you, Koki.” Junno sounded almost melancholy. His hand had long since let go of his wrist, and was sneaking toward the knot of his obi. Seconds later, Koki could breathe a little easier; the heavy silk fell away as Junno pulled it to the side. His outer robe fell open, and Koki watched as Junno slipped his hand past the royal blue silk and under the red cotton lining of his inner kimono, pulling all of them open at once.
Koki shifted, straddling Junno’s lap. The metal of his buckles bit and dug into his thighs, but Koki ignored the pain in favor of unfastening them. Finally they were pressed skin to skin. Junno arched against Koki and pulled him forward, pressing his lips against the side of his neck. His breath was hot as he whispered to Koki, all wicked promises.
"Oh, how much fun it would be. General would have our hides if he were here. Might still do it when he gets back; he's got a long memory." Junno ended his musing with a nip along Koki's collarbone and his hand around his cock. "He'd whip you until you screamed; I bet I could hold out longer than you."
Koki slipped one hand between them, fisting the other in Junno’s hair. “Could not.” He grabbed Junno, hard, and stroked him roughly.
They were quiet save for occasional gasps and choked-off curses. Koki was too busy concentrating on staying upright in Junno’s grasp, and keeping Ue-sama’s clothes from getting stained. If Yucchi wasn’t going to string him up for kidnapping him, Ue-sama would definitely flog him for ruining his clothes.
That thought had Koki groaning out loud, snapping his hips against Junno's even harder.
"Oho, I knew you'd like the idea, Koki." Junno scraped his metal fingers down Koki's side and pulled him even closer. "Wanna see you fall apart."
Koki stilled, his hand still working Junno as he leaned forward. He gasped and screwed his eyes shut; Junno was relentless in his handiwork, and Koki spilled all over their hands. Moments later, Junno followed. Koki slumped forward, pausing to wipe his hand against Junno’s shirt.
“Hey!” Junno half heartedly protested, “What if this wasn’t my shirt?”
Koki shrugged. “Guess you’d get in trouble; maybe end up hanging by your wrists. Emperor makes the rules, after all.” He tried to stay stern, but it didn’t last very long. Both of them collapsed into giggles, until finally Koki stood. “Let’s make good use of Ue-sama’s bath, too.”
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R-- discipline discussions, frottage
Word Count: 1146
Summary: It sounded mostly dreadful, Koki thought.
Notes: Written in part because I miss je_levy's steampunk universe, and also for my wildcard for kink_bingo. I chose suspension. This is set after the last installment, for time frame reference.
It had been another long day of royal deception, and Koki was tired. He'd sat in on a dull Parliament session, listened to even duller ministerial reports, and had finally gotten to slip away. He was hiding in the emperor's innermost private chambers, tengu mask dropped carelessly on the settee next to him.
Koki still hadn't heard any sort of word from Yucchi or Ue-sama, and he tried not to dwell on it. They'd come back; they had to, dammit. Koki knew he was being selfish; he already had Junno back, and he counted himself lucky every day for that. He wasn't sure what he'd be doing otherwise. He didn't like to think on that too much.
Junno slipped into the room, a heaping tray of food in his hands. "Emperor Cookie," he sing-songed before noticing Koki's silence. "What is it, Koki?"
"Nothing. Everything. I miss Yucchi, and I even miss Ue-sama!" He hadn't meant to shout that last part.
Junno set the tray down on the floor a little ways from the settee and made himself at home on the other end of it. Once he'd gotten properly settled, he held his arms open in invitation, and Koki gladly nestled in them. Junno's voice was strangely soothing as he whispered to Koki. "There, there." His metal fingers carefully combed through his hair, and Koki sighed a little.
"Will you tell me a story? About Yucchi, or the destroyer, or anything?"
Junno hummed for a moment, in thought. Finally he began to speak, words an almost fervent whisper. "How about the boiler room? Remember that time I told you about how General hung people by their wrists?"
"Yes?" Koki wondered how this sort of story would play out.
"General did that to me once." Junno looked blissful, as if that were something to be enjoyed. "Was trying to get me to leave. Didn't work."
Koki swallowed. "You don't think Yucchi will do that to us... i- when he gets back, do you? Even though we did something good by kidnapping him?" Really, that was how they'd even ended up in the palace. Yucchi had tried to sneak away to the Eastern Front without so much as a word; it had been a last-minute sort of plan to tie him up and present him as a gift to the Emperor. Then Ue-sama had gone and run off with Yucchi, leaving Koki to pretend to be him with only Junno and the tengu mask.
"Oh yes," Junno said. His answer was prompt, and very matter-of-fact, and Koki shivered a little.
"You shouldn't worry though, Koki. General won't hit you as hard as he'll hit me. He'll even get the leather cuffs to hang you with; most of the time he hauls me up by the wrists with iron manacles."
That didn’t sound very reassuring at all, but Junno continued, oblivious to Koki’s faint whimper.
“The very first time General did it was to try and run me off. Like I said, it didn’t work.” Junno sighed happily before continuing. “Just think, Koki. Hanging there by your wrists, the boiler room warm all around you. It’s very comforting.”
“Really?” Koki didn’t think it was very comforting at all.
“Yes. The ship swaying ever so slightly, how warm it is. Even how General had me barely touching the floor... that was a treat.”
Koki tried to imagine it. The heat was so unbearable in the boiler room, muggy and choking and insidious in its trickling under collars. He’d always avoided it; besides, most of his time on the destroyer had been spent in Yucchi’s bed.
Junno let Koki ponder as his fingers continued to pet him. His hand trailed its way down his arms, a light rustle over his silks until it slipped under and into his sleeve and wrapped around Koki’s wrist.
“Doesn’t it sound nice?” Junno held Koki by the wrist, gently tugging. “I think you’d look so nice, dangling by your wrists. I’d like to see your shirt ride up; your belly is very cute.”
Koki blushed, trying to not dwell on the thought. He couldn’t help it, though, thinking of the way Yucchi would get all stern with him. He’d always liked that, ever since that first night so long ago.
“Oh, if only we could sneak to the dungeons so I could show you, Koki.” Junno sounded almost melancholy. His hand had long since let go of his wrist, and was sneaking toward the knot of his obi. Seconds later, Koki could breathe a little easier; the heavy silk fell away as Junno pulled it to the side. His outer robe fell open, and Koki watched as Junno slipped his hand past the royal blue silk and under the red cotton lining of his inner kimono, pulling all of them open at once.
Koki shifted, straddling Junno’s lap. The metal of his buckles bit and dug into his thighs, but Koki ignored the pain in favor of unfastening them. Finally they were pressed skin to skin. Junno arched against Koki and pulled him forward, pressing his lips against the side of his neck. His breath was hot as he whispered to Koki, all wicked promises.
"Oh, how much fun it would be. General would have our hides if he were here. Might still do it when he gets back; he's got a long memory." Junno ended his musing with a nip along Koki's collarbone and his hand around his cock. "He'd whip you until you screamed; I bet I could hold out longer than you."
Koki slipped one hand between them, fisting the other in Junno’s hair. “Could not.” He grabbed Junno, hard, and stroked him roughly.
They were quiet save for occasional gasps and choked-off curses. Koki was too busy concentrating on staying upright in Junno’s grasp, and keeping Ue-sama’s clothes from getting stained. If Yucchi wasn’t going to string him up for kidnapping him, Ue-sama would definitely flog him for ruining his clothes.
That thought had Koki groaning out loud, snapping his hips against Junno's even harder.
"Oho, I knew you'd like the idea, Koki." Junno scraped his metal fingers down Koki's side and pulled him even closer. "Wanna see you fall apart."
Koki stilled, his hand still working Junno as he leaned forward. He gasped and screwed his eyes shut; Junno was relentless in his handiwork, and Koki spilled all over their hands. Moments later, Junno followed. Koki slumped forward, pausing to wipe his hand against Junno’s shirt.
“Hey!” Junno half heartedly protested, “What if this wasn’t my shirt?”
Koki shrugged. “Guess you’d get in trouble; maybe end up hanging by your wrists. Emperor makes the rules, after all.” He tried to stay stern, but it didn’t last very long. Both of them collapsed into giggles, until finally Koki stood. “Let’s make good use of Ue-sama’s bath, too.”