here's some creepy, late night special
So, here's another Five Acts, creepy denden for yue_akuma, kind of inspired by the "possessiveness" and "voyeurism" acts. Only one more left to re-post after this one. Boy, am I full of procrastination or what? :s
Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
R?-- Junno is kind of a creep, also ~secret recording~
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Junno couldn’t help but be a tiny bit jealous of all the attention Koki had been paying to seemingly everyone else lately. It was sort of a strange feeling to have; Junno was definitely sure that he’d rather do anything other than surreptitiously stare at Koki’s back as he was all smiles and laughter with any other people, regardless of if he actually knew them.
Junno didn’t really get why it seemed to be this way; they got along well enough, right? They had fun when they had to work, right? He was sick of only being able to watch Koki’s affections from afar.
*
Junno decided he’d maybe try inviting Koki to his place. They could watch movies, or play video games, or just relax, anything, really. Just as long as Koki paid attention to him.
*
It was late, after their radio show, but Junno went ahead and invited Koki back to his flat. Junno hoped he hadn’t perked up too obviously or had any strange looks on his face when Koki readily agreed, falling into step behind him as they left the studio.
*
Junno unlocked his door and stepped back to allow Koki in, eyes following him as he walked into the living room, shoes and bag in a pile in the entry. Junno’s fingers twitched a little, but he refrained from doing or saying anything about it; he could deal with a little bit of disarray for the sake of spending time with Koki.
*
They settled into the cushions of the couch, Junno offering him something to drink and the remote as he rummaged in his kitchen, returning a few minutes later to find Koki turning the remote over and over in his hands, television blank and silent.
“Koki? Is something the matter?” Junno hadn’t been expecting this, not at all.
Koki looked up, setting the remote aside. “Is there something up with you, Junno?” Koki’s lips were pouting faintly, making Junno want to reach out and slide fingers across them, but he reined himself in, wondering what he could say.
Junno squared his shoulders and took a seat, turning his body toward Koki. Maybe it would be best to be straightforward; really he’d had enough of hanging back quietly. Junno reached across the short distance between them, threading fingers in Koki’s hair to urge him closer, pleased when Koki easily followed his nonverbal cues; maybe he’d been wrong in thinking that Koki hardly paid him attention. Encouraged, Junno whispered directly into the shell of Koki’s ear. “Koki, I really want to spend more time with you. All the time, you always pay attention to every one else, while I’m right there with you, and I want you to focus on me and me alone. I want you, and I want you all to myself. I’ve wanted it for so long.” Junno concluded by licking a warm stripe along Koki’s jaw, biting lightly at the junction of his neck and shoulder.
Koki shuddered under Junno’s touch, a choked-off noise sounding in the back of his throat as his hands scrabbled toward Junno, settling on the lapels of his jacket, gripping desperately as Junno continued to lick and suck at his neck, intent on marking him for all to see. It would be fine if everyone thought that Koki had had a dubious evening, the both of them would know the truth. Junno would be fine with that, because he would know that it had been left there by him, and Koki would know that he belonged to Junno.
Reassured by the noises spilling from Koki’s lips and his grip on his jacket, Junno broke away long enough to straddle Koki’s lap, gently running his hands along Koki’s arms, fingers trailing gently across his lips. Koki had finally gotten over his temporary muteness, furrowing his brow as he looked up at Junno. “Why would you think I never paid attention to you, Junno? I thought you just knew that that’s how I am. Sometimes you seem a little distant, and I’m not sure how I should treat you.” With that, Koki pulled Junno down for slow and gentle kisses.
Junno figured they could spend the evening like this; he hadn’t had time to set up the hidden camera in his room yet, but he figured the audio recording of the evening’s activities would make up for it. Thank goodness his phone didn’t make any noises to alert unsuspecting individuals of their being recorded. Junno smiled wolfishly, fine with the fact the Koki was too preoccupied to notice.
Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
R?-- Junno is kind of a creep, also ~secret recording~
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Junno couldn’t help but be a tiny bit jealous of all the attention Koki had been paying to seemingly everyone else lately. It was sort of a strange feeling to have; Junno was definitely sure that he’d rather do anything other than surreptitiously stare at Koki’s back as he was all smiles and laughter with any other people, regardless of if he actually knew them.
Junno didn’t really get why it seemed to be this way; they got along well enough, right? They had fun when they had to work, right? He was sick of only being able to watch Koki’s affections from afar.
*
Junno decided he’d maybe try inviting Koki to his place. They could watch movies, or play video games, or just relax, anything, really. Just as long as Koki paid attention to him.
*
It was late, after their radio show, but Junno went ahead and invited Koki back to his flat. Junno hoped he hadn’t perked up too obviously or had any strange looks on his face when Koki readily agreed, falling into step behind him as they left the studio.
*
Junno unlocked his door and stepped back to allow Koki in, eyes following him as he walked into the living room, shoes and bag in a pile in the entry. Junno’s fingers twitched a little, but he refrained from doing or saying anything about it; he could deal with a little bit of disarray for the sake of spending time with Koki.
*
They settled into the cushions of the couch, Junno offering him something to drink and the remote as he rummaged in his kitchen, returning a few minutes later to find Koki turning the remote over and over in his hands, television blank and silent.
“Koki? Is something the matter?” Junno hadn’t been expecting this, not at all.
Koki looked up, setting the remote aside. “Is there something up with you, Junno?” Koki’s lips were pouting faintly, making Junno want to reach out and slide fingers across them, but he reined himself in, wondering what he could say.
Junno squared his shoulders and took a seat, turning his body toward Koki. Maybe it would be best to be straightforward; really he’d had enough of hanging back quietly. Junno reached across the short distance between them, threading fingers in Koki’s hair to urge him closer, pleased when Koki easily followed his nonverbal cues; maybe he’d been wrong in thinking that Koki hardly paid him attention. Encouraged, Junno whispered directly into the shell of Koki’s ear. “Koki, I really want to spend more time with you. All the time, you always pay attention to every one else, while I’m right there with you, and I want you to focus on me and me alone. I want you, and I want you all to myself. I’ve wanted it for so long.” Junno concluded by licking a warm stripe along Koki’s jaw, biting lightly at the junction of his neck and shoulder.
Koki shuddered under Junno’s touch, a choked-off noise sounding in the back of his throat as his hands scrabbled toward Junno, settling on the lapels of his jacket, gripping desperately as Junno continued to lick and suck at his neck, intent on marking him for all to see. It would be fine if everyone thought that Koki had had a dubious evening, the both of them would know the truth. Junno would be fine with that, because he would know that it had been left there by him, and Koki would know that he belonged to Junno.
Reassured by the noises spilling from Koki’s lips and his grip on his jacket, Junno broke away long enough to straddle Koki’s lap, gently running his hands along Koki’s arms, fingers trailing gently across his lips. Koki had finally gotten over his temporary muteness, furrowing his brow as he looked up at Junno. “Why would you think I never paid attention to you, Junno? I thought you just knew that that’s how I am. Sometimes you seem a little distant, and I’m not sure how I should treat you.” With that, Koki pulled Junno down for slow and gentle kisses.
Junno figured they could spend the evening like this; he hadn’t had time to set up the hidden camera in his room yet, but he figured the audio recording of the evening’s activities would make up for it. Thank goodness his phone didn’t make any noises to alert unsuspecting individuals of their being recorded. Junno smiled wolfishly, fine with the fact the Koki was too preoccupied to notice.