titles are hard (maybe one will be forthcoming later)
This has been hanging out in my gdocs for a while. I mean, reasons, come on.
Trivial Pursuit
Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- light bondage and breathplay, sort of role-playing
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Koki had gotten one of those texts from Junno again. All it contained was the cryptic phrase 8PM, my place, you’re staying.
Koki slipped his phone back into his pocket, musing as he contemplated what he could be in store for later that evening. He figured he could wait to find out when he got there, stretching as he got up from his slump against the arm of his couch to pack an overnight bag.
*
Koki didn’t even bother with ringing the doorbell, shrugging his bag onto his shoulder as he pushed the unlocked door open. The living room was darkened and quiet as he leaned against the door and locked it; there was still no clue of what Junno had planned for the evening. Koki slipped his boots off and walked further into the apartment, leery of Junno pouncing out at him from the shadows. Koki had fallen victim to that more times than he’d care to recall.
Venturing further, Koki headed straight for the bedroom. That was usually where these things ended, anyway; he might as well go straight there.
Strangely, Junno was nowhere to be found. The only thing in the dimly lit room was an outfit spread out on the bed; stepping closer, Koki found it to be almost exactly the same as his Shigotonin outfit. There was a note pinned to the lapel of the simple black haori. Let’s play a game tonight, Koki. Or should I say, Ren-tan? The words were accompanied by an unintelligible yet still deeply unsettling doodle; Koki thought it would be best to stop thinking so hard about it.
Koki dropped his bag at his feet, kicking it toward the nightstand. He unzipped his jacket and shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor behind him. His shirt was peeled off next, carelessly dropped in favor of unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants and underwear down. Koki wriggled his socks off, using the nightstand for balance.
Sorting through the pile of clothing, Koki was surprised to find that in addition to the sumptuous kimono, there was a small lacquered box. He paused, opening it to find a small pile of jewelry; most of it seemed to be dark wooden beads and braided hemp. Koki seated himself on the edge of the bed, pulling out an anklet and slipping it on. He switched out the rest of his jewelry, trading his rings and necklaces for the beaded accessories Junno had chosen for him. His regular jewelry went into the box, and then to the bedside table.
Koki twisted to the side to rifle through the cotton and silk once again, unsure whether he should find it amusing that he'd been left with everything but undergarments, or if he should be annoyed with Junno's oversight (though, Koki could never be completely sure with that theory; Junno was usually quite organized).
The first article Koki pulled from the stack was a red cotton robe, the texture soft against his skin. He slipped into it, standing up to adjust the junba as he folded the left panel over the right, glad that there was a bit of cord handy to hold it shut while he fussed with the rest of the clothing. The main kimono lay spread on the bed, a subtle sheen to the black chrysanthemum-printed silk. Koki lightly ran his fingers across it, then carefully picked it up and slid it over his shoulders, scrutinizing his reflection as he adjusted the kimono. Another cord was on the bed and Koki used it to hold his kimono in place as he gathered up the silvery silk obi, wrapping it around his waist and tying it in place. Koki slid the haphazard bow around to his back, and continued to stare sternly at himself. He figured it probably wouldn’t hurt to get into a Ren sort of mindset, since the note had specifically mentioned playing games.
Koki unpinned the note from the haori and placed it on the nightstand. He swung the jacket around and over his shoulders, slipping his arms into the red-lined sleeves. A last lonely cord was all that was left on the bed, so Koki absently picked it up and slipped it into one of the pockets hidden in his sleeves.
Completely dressed, at least with what Junno had left for him, Koki settled in. He wondered what kind of game Junno had in mind, especially since it involved his dressing up. All Koki could do was wait until Junno decided to show himself; probably he’d been hiding and watching somewhere, though if that were the case, Junno should have given himself away with his amused chortles much earlier.
Koki decided to settle up against the headboard, closing his eyes for a moment’s rest. Moments later, he was regretting that decision as he felt the bed dip and Junno’s fingers wrap around his shoulders. Koki’s eyes flew open as he tried his best to shake Junno off. He smirked down at Koki, leaning in to whisper against his ear, tongue flicking out. “Ren-tan, let’s have some fun. I might even let you top, if I’m feeling generous.”
The smug in Junno’s voice infuriated Koki, and goaded him to struggling harder. He finally got his hands on Junno’s shoulders, and somehow Koki managed to push him away and onto his back. Koki scrambled to straddle Junno, doing his best to ignore the way the rough denim of Junno’s pants rubbed the insides of his bare thighs.
Once Koki felt secure in his grip on Junno, he relaxed, though he felt suspicious of the way Junno had fallen limp, hips gently rocking up. He sat there, across Junno’s lap, both of them breathing heavily. Koki stared down at his hands pressing against the sides of Junno’s neck, and at the way Junno’s eyes glittered with what seemed like pleading.
Koki licked his lips and sucked in a deep breath, then leaned forward to whisper roughly into Junno’s ear. “Why don’t you tell me what you want? Or shall I just take it?” He punctuated his questions with a light squeeze, thrilling at the way Junno’s breath hitched.
Continuing to intermittently constrict Junno’s breathing, Koki reveled in the power he had, rocking up with Junno’s increasingly frantic thrusts against his bare ass. Koki grew complacent, sure that this time he’d get to fuck Junno hard, when he felt a grip on his wrists. He realized only a moment too late that their positions had been reversed, Junno managing to shove him backwards, hands raking down his sides and digging into his thighs.
Above him, Junno was gasping hard, mumbling half-formed phrases, most of them filthy. “Koki, I’ve decided... that we’ll do things the way I say we will, I just want to fuck you while you’re wearing these clothes.”
Koki moaned, knowing that he was done for. He felt himself hardening under Junno’s rough treatment, a diatribe of sorts spoken with lips and teeth and tongue at his throat. Koki craned his head back, arching into Junno’s touch and whining despite himself when Junno pulled away to toss his shirt across the room and get up from the bed to quickly shimmy out of his pants.
Finished with his clothes, Junno stood for a moment, silently regarding Koki. Still unused to the forthright stare, Koki glanced to the side, cheeks coloring, unable to decide if he was embarrassed by the intensity of Junno’s hungry stare, or if it was because the head of his cock was peeking through the folds of his kimono. He shifted in a half-hearted attempt to cover himself, only succeeding in exposing himself further, to Junno’s apparent delight.
Junno returned to the bed, spreading Koki’s legs wide and looming over him, one hand tangled in his hair. Koki squirmed, thighs just beginning to burn from the stretch and wrists trapped in Junno’s other hand. Blunt nails raked lightly down the side of Koki’s neck, and his wrists were released in favor of patting down his sleeves. Koki’s forgotten cord was found by Junno’s questing hands with a triumphant ha!, and Koki shivered as Junno whispered against his ear. “You know I meant for you to use that cord to choke me, but it’ll be just as good to tie your hands with it.”
With those words, Junno pulled away, gathering up Koki’s wrists once more. Staring down at Koki, Junno pressed quick kisses to the insides of his wrists and gently looped the cord around them, leaving enough slack for Koki to wriggle free without too many marks. Swooping down once more, Junno dropped Koki’s hands, pressing them awkwardly between them as he threaded his hands into Koki’s hair and kissed him deeply, thrusting his tongue into Koki’s mouth and teasingly biting his lower lip as he pulled away.
Junno reached over to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open and snatching a condom and a small bottle of lube, haphazardly shutting the drawer and dropping his supplies to Koki’s side. He pulled one of Koki’s legs up, smirking as he mouthed the contours of his knee before dropping it and yanking Koki’s other knee up, biting down gently and murmuring, “Such pretty knees, Ren-tan.”
Koki groaned, cheeks flushing at Junno’s declaration. He couldn’t help rolling his hips up in an unsubtle hint for Junno, gasping again when the hint was actually taken for once as he licked and nipped his way from Koki’s knees to the inside of his thighs, pausing to lick a stripe along the underside of his cock. “Fuck, Junno, please, do something,” Koki mumbled, brow furrowed.
Glancing up for a moment, gaze dark and glittering, Junno made eye contact with Koki. Koki stared, mouth slack as Junno’s tongue slipped out again, paying special attention to the sensitive spot under the head of his cock before engulfing him fully. Keening, Koki let his head fall back against the pillows as his fingers scrabbled at Junno’s hair, bound wrists a hindrance.
Too busy focusing on the wet heat of Junno’s mouth to listen to anything past his pulse pounding in his ears and his broken murmurs, Koki didn’t hear the click of the lube opening. He bucked up in surprise when something slick circled his rim and plunged in without preamble. Koki stared down at Junno as he laughed around him, muffled vibrations and insistent fingers bringing him ever closer to orgasm. The slide of another finger inside had Koki babbling, more and harder and faster.
Junno pulled back, mouth making an obscene noise as he released Koki in favor of tonguing along the thin skin of his balls. Koki writhed under the touch and raised his wrists above his head to grip at the sheets, wordlessly urging Junno to go faster. A third finger filled him, scissoring in and out as Junno spoke, words tickling against his cock. “Ren-tan, I’d hate for your kimono to get ruined. It would be such a shame, you know.”
Koki barely heard as Junno punctuated his sentence with wet suction, deep enough for Koki to feel the back of his throat as he wailed. Junno’s fingers pumped in and out, brushing against his prostate and it was too much, the dual assault pushing Koki over the edge as he stilled, groaning weakly as he felt Junno swallow his release. He didn’t expect Junno to slide up the length of his body and wind his clean hand into his hair; Koki’s eyes shot open as Junno licked his way into his mouth, the faint bitter taste a surprise.
Junno pulled back, kneeling between Koki’s spread thighs to rip open and roll on the condom. He wrapped his hands around Koki’s shoulders, pulling him upright. “Come on, Ren-tan, up you get. You’re going to be on your knees facing the wall.”
Koki awkwardly got to his knees with Junno’s aid, the two of them a tangle of limbs momentarily. He allowed himself to be positioned, Junno nudging his legs apart and pressing his shoulders forward. Koki braced himself against the wall, resting his forehead against his crossed wrists. The bed shifted, and Koki was covered by Junno, arms wrapping around him, a sneaky hand sliding into his robes and pinching at his nipples. Doing his best to shake him off, Koki muttered darkly, “Hurry up, Junno, or I swear I’ll untangle my hands--”
“Now, now, Ren-tan, you know you’ll do no such thing.” Junno’s words were smug against the nape of Koki’s neck, but he withdrew his hands to slick his cock and hold Koki open, biting down on his shoulder as he eased in. He stilled momentarily, pulling out slowly when Koki began to press back. Junno gripped Koki’s hips, hard, fucking him roughly and earning gasps and mewling whimpers.
Koki clenched his fists, leaning closer to the wall to take Junno in deeper, though he was still too spent from his previous orgasm to even consider getting hard again. The collar of his kimono had been pulled back from Junno’s incessant mouthing against the sides of his neck; Koki was sure he’d have questionable marks the next day, and he felt sure that his clothes were going to be horribly wrinkled from the way Junno had crushed the silks into the small of his back.
One of Junno’s hands abandoned its post of clenching Koki’s hip to drag blunt fingernails up the front of his thigh and relocate, wrapping around Koki’s chest and pulling him flush with Junno’s front. His hips thrust faster, a deep groan in Koki’s ear resounding as Junno stilled as his orgasm pulsed. Junno slumped onto Koki’s back, pressing him against the wall as he caught his breath.
Koki squirmed, trying to wriggle away as Junno weakly pulled out, mumbling softly. “Koki, stop that, you’re insatiable. Let me recover a bit.”
Incredulous, Koki sputtered, “Junno, you’re squishing me! You’re heavy, let me up!”
He could feel Junno’s reluctance as he shuffled off of the bed. Junno helped Koki down from his perch, then pulled him toward the bathroom by his still bound wrists. “No rest yet, you know the rules about sleeping in my bed.”
Koki whimpered, knowing that bath time was going to be less about getting clean and more about fucking; he wasn’t sure he’d be able to move the next day at the rate they were going. Junno happily murmured against Koki’s ear. “Ren-tan, you’re so dirty. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”
i can't not use definition three, come on
Trivial Pursuit
Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- light bondage and breathplay, sort of role-playing
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Koki had gotten one of those texts from Junno again. All it contained was the cryptic phrase 8PM, my place, you’re staying.
Koki slipped his phone back into his pocket, musing as he contemplated what he could be in store for later that evening. He figured he could wait to find out when he got there, stretching as he got up from his slump against the arm of his couch to pack an overnight bag.
*
Koki didn’t even bother with ringing the doorbell, shrugging his bag onto his shoulder as he pushed the unlocked door open. The living room was darkened and quiet as he leaned against the door and locked it; there was still no clue of what Junno had planned for the evening. Koki slipped his boots off and walked further into the apartment, leery of Junno pouncing out at him from the shadows. Koki had fallen victim to that more times than he’d care to recall.
Venturing further, Koki headed straight for the bedroom. That was usually where these things ended, anyway; he might as well go straight there.
Strangely, Junno was nowhere to be found. The only thing in the dimly lit room was an outfit spread out on the bed; stepping closer, Koki found it to be almost exactly the same as his Shigotonin outfit. There was a note pinned to the lapel of the simple black haori. Let’s play a game tonight, Koki. Or should I say, Ren-tan? The words were accompanied by an unintelligible yet still deeply unsettling doodle; Koki thought it would be best to stop thinking so hard about it.
Koki dropped his bag at his feet, kicking it toward the nightstand. He unzipped his jacket and shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor behind him. His shirt was peeled off next, carelessly dropped in favor of unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants and underwear down. Koki wriggled his socks off, using the nightstand for balance.
Sorting through the pile of clothing, Koki was surprised to find that in addition to the sumptuous kimono, there was a small lacquered box. He paused, opening it to find a small pile of jewelry; most of it seemed to be dark wooden beads and braided hemp. Koki seated himself on the edge of the bed, pulling out an anklet and slipping it on. He switched out the rest of his jewelry, trading his rings and necklaces for the beaded accessories Junno had chosen for him. His regular jewelry went into the box, and then to the bedside table.
Koki twisted to the side to rifle through the cotton and silk once again, unsure whether he should find it amusing that he'd been left with everything but undergarments, or if he should be annoyed with Junno's oversight (though, Koki could never be completely sure with that theory; Junno was usually quite organized).
The first article Koki pulled from the stack was a red cotton robe, the texture soft against his skin. He slipped into it, standing up to adjust the junba as he folded the left panel over the right, glad that there was a bit of cord handy to hold it shut while he fussed with the rest of the clothing. The main kimono lay spread on the bed, a subtle sheen to the black chrysanthemum-printed silk. Koki lightly ran his fingers across it, then carefully picked it up and slid it over his shoulders, scrutinizing his reflection as he adjusted the kimono. Another cord was on the bed and Koki used it to hold his kimono in place as he gathered up the silvery silk obi, wrapping it around his waist and tying it in place. Koki slid the haphazard bow around to his back, and continued to stare sternly at himself. He figured it probably wouldn’t hurt to get into a Ren sort of mindset, since the note had specifically mentioned playing games.
Koki unpinned the note from the haori and placed it on the nightstand. He swung the jacket around and over his shoulders, slipping his arms into the red-lined sleeves. A last lonely cord was all that was left on the bed, so Koki absently picked it up and slipped it into one of the pockets hidden in his sleeves.
Completely dressed, at least with what Junno had left for him, Koki settled in. He wondered what kind of game Junno had in mind, especially since it involved his dressing up. All Koki could do was wait until Junno decided to show himself; probably he’d been hiding and watching somewhere, though if that were the case, Junno should have given himself away with his amused chortles much earlier.
Koki decided to settle up against the headboard, closing his eyes for a moment’s rest. Moments later, he was regretting that decision as he felt the bed dip and Junno’s fingers wrap around his shoulders. Koki’s eyes flew open as he tried his best to shake Junno off. He smirked down at Koki, leaning in to whisper against his ear, tongue flicking out. “Ren-tan, let’s have some fun. I might even let you top, if I’m feeling generous.”
The smug in Junno’s voice infuriated Koki, and goaded him to struggling harder. He finally got his hands on Junno’s shoulders, and somehow Koki managed to push him away and onto his back. Koki scrambled to straddle Junno, doing his best to ignore the way the rough denim of Junno’s pants rubbed the insides of his bare thighs.
Once Koki felt secure in his grip on Junno, he relaxed, though he felt suspicious of the way Junno had fallen limp, hips gently rocking up. He sat there, across Junno’s lap, both of them breathing heavily. Koki stared down at his hands pressing against the sides of Junno’s neck, and at the way Junno’s eyes glittered with what seemed like pleading.
Koki licked his lips and sucked in a deep breath, then leaned forward to whisper roughly into Junno’s ear. “Why don’t you tell me what you want? Or shall I just take it?” He punctuated his questions with a light squeeze, thrilling at the way Junno’s breath hitched.
Continuing to intermittently constrict Junno’s breathing, Koki reveled in the power he had, rocking up with Junno’s increasingly frantic thrusts against his bare ass. Koki grew complacent, sure that this time he’d get to fuck Junno hard, when he felt a grip on his wrists. He realized only a moment too late that their positions had been reversed, Junno managing to shove him backwards, hands raking down his sides and digging into his thighs.
Above him, Junno was gasping hard, mumbling half-formed phrases, most of them filthy. “Koki, I’ve decided... that we’ll do things the way I say we will, I just want to fuck you while you’re wearing these clothes.”
Koki moaned, knowing that he was done for. He felt himself hardening under Junno’s rough treatment, a diatribe of sorts spoken with lips and teeth and tongue at his throat. Koki craned his head back, arching into Junno’s touch and whining despite himself when Junno pulled away to toss his shirt across the room and get up from the bed to quickly shimmy out of his pants.
Finished with his clothes, Junno stood for a moment, silently regarding Koki. Still unused to the forthright stare, Koki glanced to the side, cheeks coloring, unable to decide if he was embarrassed by the intensity of Junno’s hungry stare, or if it was because the head of his cock was peeking through the folds of his kimono. He shifted in a half-hearted attempt to cover himself, only succeeding in exposing himself further, to Junno’s apparent delight.
Junno returned to the bed, spreading Koki’s legs wide and looming over him, one hand tangled in his hair. Koki squirmed, thighs just beginning to burn from the stretch and wrists trapped in Junno’s other hand. Blunt nails raked lightly down the side of Koki’s neck, and his wrists were released in favor of patting down his sleeves. Koki’s forgotten cord was found by Junno’s questing hands with a triumphant ha!, and Koki shivered as Junno whispered against his ear. “You know I meant for you to use that cord to choke me, but it’ll be just as good to tie your hands with it.”
With those words, Junno pulled away, gathering up Koki’s wrists once more. Staring down at Koki, Junno pressed quick kisses to the insides of his wrists and gently looped the cord around them, leaving enough slack for Koki to wriggle free without too many marks. Swooping down once more, Junno dropped Koki’s hands, pressing them awkwardly between them as he threaded his hands into Koki’s hair and kissed him deeply, thrusting his tongue into Koki’s mouth and teasingly biting his lower lip as he pulled away.
Junno reached over to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open and snatching a condom and a small bottle of lube, haphazardly shutting the drawer and dropping his supplies to Koki’s side. He pulled one of Koki’s legs up, smirking as he mouthed the contours of his knee before dropping it and yanking Koki’s other knee up, biting down gently and murmuring, “Such pretty knees, Ren-tan.”
Koki groaned, cheeks flushing at Junno’s declaration. He couldn’t help rolling his hips up in an unsubtle hint for Junno, gasping again when the hint was actually taken for once as he licked and nipped his way from Koki’s knees to the inside of his thighs, pausing to lick a stripe along the underside of his cock. “Fuck, Junno, please, do something,” Koki mumbled, brow furrowed.
Glancing up for a moment, gaze dark and glittering, Junno made eye contact with Koki. Koki stared, mouth slack as Junno’s tongue slipped out again, paying special attention to the sensitive spot under the head of his cock before engulfing him fully. Keening, Koki let his head fall back against the pillows as his fingers scrabbled at Junno’s hair, bound wrists a hindrance.
Too busy focusing on the wet heat of Junno’s mouth to listen to anything past his pulse pounding in his ears and his broken murmurs, Koki didn’t hear the click of the lube opening. He bucked up in surprise when something slick circled his rim and plunged in without preamble. Koki stared down at Junno as he laughed around him, muffled vibrations and insistent fingers bringing him ever closer to orgasm. The slide of another finger inside had Koki babbling, more and harder and faster.
Junno pulled back, mouth making an obscene noise as he released Koki in favor of tonguing along the thin skin of his balls. Koki writhed under the touch and raised his wrists above his head to grip at the sheets, wordlessly urging Junno to go faster. A third finger filled him, scissoring in and out as Junno spoke, words tickling against his cock. “Ren-tan, I’d hate for your kimono to get ruined. It would be such a shame, you know.”
Koki barely heard as Junno punctuated his sentence with wet suction, deep enough for Koki to feel the back of his throat as he wailed. Junno’s fingers pumped in and out, brushing against his prostate and it was too much, the dual assault pushing Koki over the edge as he stilled, groaning weakly as he felt Junno swallow his release. He didn’t expect Junno to slide up the length of his body and wind his clean hand into his hair; Koki’s eyes shot open as Junno licked his way into his mouth, the faint bitter taste a surprise.
Junno pulled back, kneeling between Koki’s spread thighs to rip open and roll on the condom. He wrapped his hands around Koki’s shoulders, pulling him upright. “Come on, Ren-tan, up you get. You’re going to be on your knees facing the wall.”
Koki awkwardly got to his knees with Junno’s aid, the two of them a tangle of limbs momentarily. He allowed himself to be positioned, Junno nudging his legs apart and pressing his shoulders forward. Koki braced himself against the wall, resting his forehead against his crossed wrists. The bed shifted, and Koki was covered by Junno, arms wrapping around him, a sneaky hand sliding into his robes and pinching at his nipples. Doing his best to shake him off, Koki muttered darkly, “Hurry up, Junno, or I swear I’ll untangle my hands--”
“Now, now, Ren-tan, you know you’ll do no such thing.” Junno’s words were smug against the nape of Koki’s neck, but he withdrew his hands to slick his cock and hold Koki open, biting down on his shoulder as he eased in. He stilled momentarily, pulling out slowly when Koki began to press back. Junno gripped Koki’s hips, hard, fucking him roughly and earning gasps and mewling whimpers.
Koki clenched his fists, leaning closer to the wall to take Junno in deeper, though he was still too spent from his previous orgasm to even consider getting hard again. The collar of his kimono had been pulled back from Junno’s incessant mouthing against the sides of his neck; Koki was sure he’d have questionable marks the next day, and he felt sure that his clothes were going to be horribly wrinkled from the way Junno had crushed the silks into the small of his back.
One of Junno’s hands abandoned its post of clenching Koki’s hip to drag blunt fingernails up the front of his thigh and relocate, wrapping around Koki’s chest and pulling him flush with Junno’s front. His hips thrust faster, a deep groan in Koki’s ear resounding as Junno stilled as his orgasm pulsed. Junno slumped onto Koki’s back, pressing him against the wall as he caught his breath.
Koki squirmed, trying to wriggle away as Junno weakly pulled out, mumbling softly. “Koki, stop that, you’re insatiable. Let me recover a bit.”
Incredulous, Koki sputtered, “Junno, you’re squishing me! You’re heavy, let me up!”
He could feel Junno’s reluctance as he shuffled off of the bed. Junno helped Koki down from his perch, then pulled him toward the bathroom by his still bound wrists. “No rest yet, you know the rules about sleeping in my bed.”
Koki whimpered, knowing that bath time was going to be less about getting clean and more about fucking; he wasn’t sure he’d be able to move the next day at the rate they were going. Junno happily murmured against Koki’s ear. “Ren-tan, you’re so dirty. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”
i can't not use definition three, come on