rough and tumble/kink bingo fill
Title: Rough and Tumble
Pairing/Group: Kamenashi Kazuya/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R; none, really
Word Count: 605 (quick and dirty)
Summary: Sometimes things get a little out of hand.
Notes: Written for the rough body play square of my kink_bingo card. Saw the chance and took it.
Take me with you to the gym. Koki blinks down at the message, and taps out a reply. It's not long at all before his phone beeps again. Good, just don't leave any marks. He has to laugh at that, and soon enough, he's on his way to pick Kame up.
When Koki arrives, Kame's clothes are neat; they look like he just ironed them. Koki bites his tongue, keeping his amusement to himself, and they drive in a comfortable silence.
It's after-hours by the time they get there, but Koki had long since worked out a deal with the owner and his own key was his reward. Kame raises his eyebrows, a little impressed, and steps inside at Koki's gesture.
"I know you said no bruises, Kame-chan," Koki starts. He pauses for a second, and then continues. "Even though I bet you won't be able to land any hits on me, I would be okay with that."
It's just enough teasing to get Kame started, and they begin sparring. Really, it's more like a brawl, like something from their younger days, but that's okay with Koki. One well-placed punch to his side knocks the wind from him, and the sneaky way Kame hooks a foot around his ankle fells him.
He grunts as he hits the mat. Kame doesn’t take that as any kind of hint to stop, and he follows Koki to the floor. It really does turn into a brawl for a moment, fists flying and knees digging into sides, at least until it devolves to hair-pulling. Koki’s always had a thing for that, and he’s certain that Kame knows, has known for the longest, because he’s got a wicked glint in his eye and he isn’t at all surprised at Koki’s reaction.
Koki moans a little, and falters as Kame keeps a tight grip on his hair. He can feel himself getting hard, and too soon, he’s falling to the side as Kame straddles him. He lets him, especially once Kame grabs him roughly through his sweats. “You fight dirty,” he gasps.
“No I don’t.” Kame smirks down as he shoves his hand into Koki’s pants. “I’m just more focused than you are.”
He punctuates it with a harsh twist of the wrist, and Koki doesn’t know if he wants to protest or beg for more. His throat seems to settle on a whimper, and he shuts his eyes. He doesn’t want to agree, but the evidence is mounting in Kame’s favor.
“You gonna do something, or just fondle me?” he asks, attempting to roll his hips into Kame’s hold.
“Oh, I think I will, since you were nice enough to indulge me.” Kame lets go of him long enough to pull his pants and boxers out of the way and spits in one hand before palming Koki’s cock again. His touch is rough and fast and all sorts of deliciously harsh friction, and not only is Koki embarrassed over losing so quickly, he’s embarrassed by how quickly he’s arching into it.
Kame flicks his wrist again, and thumbs the tip on the upstroke, and too soon Koki is wailing and shuddering, his eyes unseeing. His eyes tear up as Kame keeps touching him, just a little hint of cruelty before he finally lets go. He’s too wrung out to protest when Kame wipes his hand on his underwear, and Koki is too shell-shocked to protest. It’s no accident when he nudges against Koki’s thigh, fully hard.
“I’d prefer to clean up at your place,” Kame murmurs, smiling sweetly as he puts Koki’s clothes back in order.
Pairing/Group: Kamenashi Kazuya/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R; none, really
Word Count: 605 (quick and dirty)
Summary: Sometimes things get a little out of hand.
Notes: Written for the rough body play square of my kink_bingo card. Saw the chance and took it.
Take me with you to the gym. Koki blinks down at the message, and taps out a reply. It's not long at all before his phone beeps again. Good, just don't leave any marks. He has to laugh at that, and soon enough, he's on his way to pick Kame up.
When Koki arrives, Kame's clothes are neat; they look like he just ironed them. Koki bites his tongue, keeping his amusement to himself, and they drive in a comfortable silence.
It's after-hours by the time they get there, but Koki had long since worked out a deal with the owner and his own key was his reward. Kame raises his eyebrows, a little impressed, and steps inside at Koki's gesture.
"I know you said no bruises, Kame-chan," Koki starts. He pauses for a second, and then continues. "Even though I bet you won't be able to land any hits on me, I would be okay with that."
It's just enough teasing to get Kame started, and they begin sparring. Really, it's more like a brawl, like something from their younger days, but that's okay with Koki. One well-placed punch to his side knocks the wind from him, and the sneaky way Kame hooks a foot around his ankle fells him.
He grunts as he hits the mat. Kame doesn’t take that as any kind of hint to stop, and he follows Koki to the floor. It really does turn into a brawl for a moment, fists flying and knees digging into sides, at least until it devolves to hair-pulling. Koki’s always had a thing for that, and he’s certain that Kame knows, has known for the longest, because he’s got a wicked glint in his eye and he isn’t at all surprised at Koki’s reaction.
Koki moans a little, and falters as Kame keeps a tight grip on his hair. He can feel himself getting hard, and too soon, he’s falling to the side as Kame straddles him. He lets him, especially once Kame grabs him roughly through his sweats. “You fight dirty,” he gasps.
“No I don’t.” Kame smirks down as he shoves his hand into Koki’s pants. “I’m just more focused than you are.”
He punctuates it with a harsh twist of the wrist, and Koki doesn’t know if he wants to protest or beg for more. His throat seems to settle on a whimper, and he shuts his eyes. He doesn’t want to agree, but the evidence is mounting in Kame’s favor.
“You gonna do something, or just fondle me?” he asks, attempting to roll his hips into Kame’s hold.
“Oh, I think I will, since you were nice enough to indulge me.” Kame lets go of him long enough to pull his pants and boxers out of the way and spits in one hand before palming Koki’s cock again. His touch is rough and fast and all sorts of deliciously harsh friction, and not only is Koki embarrassed over losing so quickly, he’s embarrassed by how quickly he’s arching into it.
Kame flicks his wrist again, and thumbs the tip on the upstroke, and too soon Koki is wailing and shuddering, his eyes unseeing. His eyes tear up as Kame keeps touching him, just a little hint of cruelty before he finally lets go. He’s too wrung out to protest when Kame wipes his hand on his underwear, and Koki is too shell-shocked to protest. It’s no accident when he nudges against Koki’s thigh, fully hard.
“I’d prefer to clean up at your place,” Kame murmurs, smiling sweetly as he puts Koki’s clothes back in order.