curiosity/kink bingo fill
Title: Curiosity
Pairing/Group: Tanaka Koki/Taguchi Junnosuke, KAT-TUN
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, figging
Word Count: 2105
Summary: Perhaps Junno shouldn't rummage about in other people's refrigerators.
Notes: Fill for the object penetration square.
It's a Friday after work, and Junno is making himself at home by digging through the contents of Koki's fridge. He isn't really hungry; he just likes to look, see what's going on in there since the last time he'd been over. That kind of thing.
Junno's rummaging through the crisper drawer when he spots the biggest chunk of ginger he's ever seen. What could Koki possibly need that much ginger for, so he asks. To be fair though, it's more like he yells from within the depths of the fridge.
"Koki!"
"What?!" Koki sounds kind of distracted. Maybe it would be best to just take the whole thing with him into the living room and ask in there.
Junno picks up the whole piece of ginger and carries it into the living room where Koki is distractedly poking at his cell phone. He stops in front of Koki and holds the ginger under his nose.
"Why do you need this much ginger, Koki?" It's a serious question, so Junno doesn't get why Koki kind of laughs a little before answering.
"I could show you," Koki says, grinning up at him. “Let me go get a knife; then we’ll get more comfortable.”
That still doesn’t answer his question, but Junno is definitely intrigued.
"Take that with you to my bedroom, okay?" Koki brushes past him without waiting for an answer. Junno shrugs to himself and does as he's told.
Koki's bed is soft; Junno didn't expect that, and he takes a few minutes to roll around. He just wants to see what the most comfortable way to lay in it is. Out of curiosity, of course.
He's finally finished wallowing when Koki comes in, a paring knife in one hand and a glass of ice water in the other. Junno wonders exactly what one can accomplish with ginger, a knife, and water; he's definitely interested now. Koki sets his supplies on the nightstand and makes himself comfortable next to Junno, leaning up against the headboard.
"This will be awesome," Koki says. "Hand me the ginger." He's holding his hand out imperiously. Junno hands it over without comment.
He watches as Koki studies the ginger for a few moments. His brow is furrowed in concentration, and Junno clamps down on the urge to tell Koki he looks cute like that. There is a knife within easy reach, after all. Finally Koki decides on one finger and cuts it from the big piece. That part gets set aside, and Koki lays out a tissue on the nightstand.
The scent of fresh ginger fills the room as Koki begins to peel it. Junno quietly watches as Koki's fingers carefully drag the knife along the knobs of the ginger, occasionally pausing to drop the papery skin on the tissue next to him. Koki doesn't say anything as he smoothes it out with the knife, whittling the ginger away.
It looks like a plug; Junno has an inkling of what Koki's end goal is, but he's not sure why anyone would even bother. He's still quiet as he watches Koki put the finishing touches on his homemade toy and drops it in the ice water.
"Don't mess with it," Koki orders as he jokingly points the knife at Junno. "I'll be right back."
Junno listens as the water runs in Koki's bathroom, still sprawled across the bed. Koki returns, smirking a bit as he climbs right on top of Junno, straddling his hips.
Oh. This is nice; this is an activity Junno is okay with. He slides his hands up Koki’s thighs to rest them at his waist as Koki leans forward and cups Junno’s face with slightly damp hands. Koki pauses right before their lips meet to whisper against them. “You’ll let me show you, right?”
Junno meets Koki’s eyes and nods; Koki smiles down at him and follows through with the kiss he’d held off on. For a few minutes it’s just the warm press of Koki’s lips and tongue tangling with his, and Junno’s hands wandering to squeeze Koki’s ass as they grind their growing erections together.
Koki pulls away abruptly, dragging a little whine from Junno. The noise makes Koki smirk, and he hooks his fingers in the hem of Junno’s shirt in a hint to take it off. Koki clambers off of Junno and pulls his own shirt over his head; he drops it to the side before he helpfully yanks at Junno’s belt buckle. Somehow between the two of them, they manage to successfully disrobe Junno. He reaches to assist Koki with losing his trousers, but Koki sidesteps. “No,” he starts, “not yet.”
Junno slides his hands under his thighs and nods in puzzled agreement. Koki looks at Junno, perched on the edge of the bed, and then he looks at the rumpled sheets. He considers things for a moment, doing that concentration look again, and then pulls Junno up by curling fingers around his biceps. Junno lets him; it will be much easier, and much faster, to find out what will happen if Koki just puts him where he needs to be.
Koki turns Junno around, facing the mattress. Hands urge him to climb back up and stay on his hands and knees. Koki makes a thoughtful noise, then laughs as he smacks Junno’s ass once. It surprises him, and he can’t help but jump. Once he gets over his surprise, he wiggles his hips and glances over his shoulder at Koki. Koki only smiles, concentrating more on fishing the ginger plug out of its cup of cold water.
“Are you ready, Junno?” Koki asks quietly. One of his hands is gently caressing his hip; the other hand is holding the plug by its base.
“Yes.” Junno isn’t sure what to expect other than feeling full and that it will be ‘awesome.’
Koki runs a hand down his flank one more time, and then murmurs. His warm breath tickles the small of Junno’s back as he speaks. “Okay then. Relax for me, please.”
Koki’s hand grabs a handful of his ass and holds him open. Excitement surges through his veins and settles in his gut, and Junno lets out a breath as the rounded tip of the plug prods his rim. It’s still cool from the ice water, and slippery from its own juices; Koki slowly eases the ginger inside him and then snakes a hand around to Junno’s front to stroke his cock just long enough for a tingly sensation to start.
Junno wriggles a bit, and the tingling starts to warm. He barely hears the water running in the bathroom as Koki washes his hands again, and it’s a shock when his cool hands press the cheeks of his ass together. That rockets the warmth to something more intense, almost burning, and Junno gasps. He can’t help trying to get away; it’s completely unexpected.
“Stop struggling, Junno.” Koki’s voice is low as he says it, and Junno does heed his words when he finally lets go. The burning lessens, and he sighs in relief. “How does it feel?”
It takes a few moments for Junno to find words, but he does. “It burns, Koki. At first it was okay, just cold and tingly, but it really hurt just then.” He can’t keep the petulant tone from his voice, and Koki laughs again.
“It could be worse, you know. When I first tried it, I got spanked.” Junno can hear Koki adjusting his pants; the whisper of the zipper follows soon after. “I wanted to clench in anticipation of each smack, but then it’d burn so deliciously. Really I couldn’t decide if I wanted the spanking or the ginger more.”
As Koki rustles behind him, Junno can begin to see Koki’s point. He can’t stop squirming, full of the tingle and burn of the ginger, and he fists the sheets in his hands. Even his dick had gotten a bit of the oils when Koki had jerked him earlier; Junno can’t take it anymore and sneaks a hand to wrap around himself.
“Hey,” Koki says, without heat. “You’ve got two options: you can jerk yourself off like that, and spoil all my fun, or you can endure it and you get to choose how you get off. Any. Way. You want.”
Well, when Koki puts it that way... yeah, he can endure it. Junno lets go of his cock, and returns his hand to where it had previously been, fingers twisting into the sheets.
“Any way? Really?” Junno can’t quite tone down his incredulousness, nor stop writhing.
“Yes.” Koki’s answer is crisp and clear, and punctuated with another firm smack. Junno gasps at the momentary sting; it’s eclipsed by the ginger burning. “Tell me how you want to come.”
Junno gasps, the warmth in his ass a complete distraction. “I want... I want you to fuck me, just use the least amount of lube you can stand. Wanna find out if you’ll get leftover ginger juice when you do it,” Junno trails off.
Koki makes an interested noise, and he agrees. Junno doesn’t really concentrate on that, though; he’s far more concerned with the way the ginger is lighting him up. He’s pretty sure this is the horniest he’s been in a while, and all Koki had done was smack his ass and surprised him with a butt plug made from ginger. Junno says as much to Koki, and gets a laugh accompanied by his cheeks being pressed together around the plug. That sets off another round of burning and writhing.
Junno has no idea how long it goes on, but eventually things level out. The burning is still there, but now it’s a pleasant constant. Koki’s fingers trail up the backs of his thighs, and gently begin to pull the plug out. It leaves Junno feeling empty, but that doesn’t last very long. Koki drops the ginger onto the nightstand with its peelings and lets his pants fall from his hips, and ever so gently urges Junno to roll onto his back.
For a few minutes, all Koki does is lightly rub the tension from his limbs. Then Koki leans from between Junno’s legs to rummage in his nightstand drawer. He smirks down at him as he slowly pops the cap of the lube and uses just enough to barely ease his slide into Junno, as he’d been requested to; before Koki eases in he wraps one of Junno’s legs around his waist.
Koki is only still for a moment, then begins an easy pace. Junno doesn’t know where to put his hands, so he fists the sheets as Koki starts to speed up. The ginger burn is still there, and he thinks Koki might be feeling it somewhat too. Above him, Koki’s brow is furrowed and he flicks his tongue out to wet his lips occasionally. That settles it, and Junno pulls Koki down for a kiss that’s mostly biting.
Their kisses go on, and Koki begins to speed up. He pulls away enough to whisper into Junno’s ear. “You all right? I can feel a bit of the tingle, but mostly I feel you clenching around me,” he says, and Junno writhes at that.
“Keep going, Koki. Fuck me harder.” Junno gasps when Koki immediately does so, grabbing one of Junno’s hands and squeezing before he wraps both of them loosely around Junno’s dick. Koki sets the pace for that too, and Junno can hardly keep up; it’s a shock when he comes, vision going blurry as he moans brokenly. It’s like there’s white noise in his head as he twitches with the aftershocks.
Koki grunts above him, and Junno can feel it when he finishes, a throbbing pulse within him. Koki stays where he is for a moment, laughing a little giddily before carefully pulling out. Junno feels a bit empty, and a lot like he’s been made a complete mess of, and it’s perfectly fine with him. He’s content to just lay there and recover, but too soon, Koki is clambering off of him and out of bed.
“No sleep yet, we’ll clean up first.”
Junno groans in response, but lets Koki wipe him down with a warm cloth anyway. Finally Koki climbs back into bed, and the last thing he hears is Koki’s wicked whisper.
“I hear if we keep the ginger for a while it’s even more intense. Of course we’ll have to experiment.”
Pairing/Group: Tanaka Koki/Taguchi Junnosuke, KAT-TUN
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, figging
Word Count: 2105
Summary: Perhaps Junno shouldn't rummage about in other people's refrigerators.
Notes: Fill for the object penetration square.
It's a Friday after work, and Junno is making himself at home by digging through the contents of Koki's fridge. He isn't really hungry; he just likes to look, see what's going on in there since the last time he'd been over. That kind of thing.
Junno's rummaging through the crisper drawer when he spots the biggest chunk of ginger he's ever seen. What could Koki possibly need that much ginger for, so he asks. To be fair though, it's more like he yells from within the depths of the fridge.
"Koki!"
"What?!" Koki sounds kind of distracted. Maybe it would be best to just take the whole thing with him into the living room and ask in there.
Junno picks up the whole piece of ginger and carries it into the living room where Koki is distractedly poking at his cell phone. He stops in front of Koki and holds the ginger under his nose.
"Why do you need this much ginger, Koki?" It's a serious question, so Junno doesn't get why Koki kind of laughs a little before answering.
"I could show you," Koki says, grinning up at him. “Let me go get a knife; then we’ll get more comfortable.”
That still doesn’t answer his question, but Junno is definitely intrigued.
"Take that with you to my bedroom, okay?" Koki brushes past him without waiting for an answer. Junno shrugs to himself and does as he's told.
Koki's bed is soft; Junno didn't expect that, and he takes a few minutes to roll around. He just wants to see what the most comfortable way to lay in it is. Out of curiosity, of course.
He's finally finished wallowing when Koki comes in, a paring knife in one hand and a glass of ice water in the other. Junno wonders exactly what one can accomplish with ginger, a knife, and water; he's definitely interested now. Koki sets his supplies on the nightstand and makes himself comfortable next to Junno, leaning up against the headboard.
"This will be awesome," Koki says. "Hand me the ginger." He's holding his hand out imperiously. Junno hands it over without comment.
He watches as Koki studies the ginger for a few moments. His brow is furrowed in concentration, and Junno clamps down on the urge to tell Koki he looks cute like that. There is a knife within easy reach, after all. Finally Koki decides on one finger and cuts it from the big piece. That part gets set aside, and Koki lays out a tissue on the nightstand.
The scent of fresh ginger fills the room as Koki begins to peel it. Junno quietly watches as Koki's fingers carefully drag the knife along the knobs of the ginger, occasionally pausing to drop the papery skin on the tissue next to him. Koki doesn't say anything as he smoothes it out with the knife, whittling the ginger away.
It looks like a plug; Junno has an inkling of what Koki's end goal is, but he's not sure why anyone would even bother. He's still quiet as he watches Koki put the finishing touches on his homemade toy and drops it in the ice water.
"Don't mess with it," Koki orders as he jokingly points the knife at Junno. "I'll be right back."
Junno listens as the water runs in Koki's bathroom, still sprawled across the bed. Koki returns, smirking a bit as he climbs right on top of Junno, straddling his hips.
Oh. This is nice; this is an activity Junno is okay with. He slides his hands up Koki’s thighs to rest them at his waist as Koki leans forward and cups Junno’s face with slightly damp hands. Koki pauses right before their lips meet to whisper against them. “You’ll let me show you, right?”
Junno meets Koki’s eyes and nods; Koki smiles down at him and follows through with the kiss he’d held off on. For a few minutes it’s just the warm press of Koki’s lips and tongue tangling with his, and Junno’s hands wandering to squeeze Koki’s ass as they grind their growing erections together.
Koki pulls away abruptly, dragging a little whine from Junno. The noise makes Koki smirk, and he hooks his fingers in the hem of Junno’s shirt in a hint to take it off. Koki clambers off of Junno and pulls his own shirt over his head; he drops it to the side before he helpfully yanks at Junno’s belt buckle. Somehow between the two of them, they manage to successfully disrobe Junno. He reaches to assist Koki with losing his trousers, but Koki sidesteps. “No,” he starts, “not yet.”
Junno slides his hands under his thighs and nods in puzzled agreement. Koki looks at Junno, perched on the edge of the bed, and then he looks at the rumpled sheets. He considers things for a moment, doing that concentration look again, and then pulls Junno up by curling fingers around his biceps. Junno lets him; it will be much easier, and much faster, to find out what will happen if Koki just puts him where he needs to be.
Koki turns Junno around, facing the mattress. Hands urge him to climb back up and stay on his hands and knees. Koki makes a thoughtful noise, then laughs as he smacks Junno’s ass once. It surprises him, and he can’t help but jump. Once he gets over his surprise, he wiggles his hips and glances over his shoulder at Koki. Koki only smiles, concentrating more on fishing the ginger plug out of its cup of cold water.
“Are you ready, Junno?” Koki asks quietly. One of his hands is gently caressing his hip; the other hand is holding the plug by its base.
“Yes.” Junno isn’t sure what to expect other than feeling full and that it will be ‘awesome.’
Koki runs a hand down his flank one more time, and then murmurs. His warm breath tickles the small of Junno’s back as he speaks. “Okay then. Relax for me, please.”
Koki’s hand grabs a handful of his ass and holds him open. Excitement surges through his veins and settles in his gut, and Junno lets out a breath as the rounded tip of the plug prods his rim. It’s still cool from the ice water, and slippery from its own juices; Koki slowly eases the ginger inside him and then snakes a hand around to Junno’s front to stroke his cock just long enough for a tingly sensation to start.
Junno wriggles a bit, and the tingling starts to warm. He barely hears the water running in the bathroom as Koki washes his hands again, and it’s a shock when his cool hands press the cheeks of his ass together. That rockets the warmth to something more intense, almost burning, and Junno gasps. He can’t help trying to get away; it’s completely unexpected.
“Stop struggling, Junno.” Koki’s voice is low as he says it, and Junno does heed his words when he finally lets go. The burning lessens, and he sighs in relief. “How does it feel?”
It takes a few moments for Junno to find words, but he does. “It burns, Koki. At first it was okay, just cold and tingly, but it really hurt just then.” He can’t keep the petulant tone from his voice, and Koki laughs again.
“It could be worse, you know. When I first tried it, I got spanked.” Junno can hear Koki adjusting his pants; the whisper of the zipper follows soon after. “I wanted to clench in anticipation of each smack, but then it’d burn so deliciously. Really I couldn’t decide if I wanted the spanking or the ginger more.”
As Koki rustles behind him, Junno can begin to see Koki’s point. He can’t stop squirming, full of the tingle and burn of the ginger, and he fists the sheets in his hands. Even his dick had gotten a bit of the oils when Koki had jerked him earlier; Junno can’t take it anymore and sneaks a hand to wrap around himself.
“Hey,” Koki says, without heat. “You’ve got two options: you can jerk yourself off like that, and spoil all my fun, or you can endure it and you get to choose how you get off. Any. Way. You want.”
Well, when Koki puts it that way... yeah, he can endure it. Junno lets go of his cock, and returns his hand to where it had previously been, fingers twisting into the sheets.
“Any way? Really?” Junno can’t quite tone down his incredulousness, nor stop writhing.
“Yes.” Koki’s answer is crisp and clear, and punctuated with another firm smack. Junno gasps at the momentary sting; it’s eclipsed by the ginger burning. “Tell me how you want to come.”
Junno gasps, the warmth in his ass a complete distraction. “I want... I want you to fuck me, just use the least amount of lube you can stand. Wanna find out if you’ll get leftover ginger juice when you do it,” Junno trails off.
Koki makes an interested noise, and he agrees. Junno doesn’t really concentrate on that, though; he’s far more concerned with the way the ginger is lighting him up. He’s pretty sure this is the horniest he’s been in a while, and all Koki had done was smack his ass and surprised him with a butt plug made from ginger. Junno says as much to Koki, and gets a laugh accompanied by his cheeks being pressed together around the plug. That sets off another round of burning and writhing.
Junno has no idea how long it goes on, but eventually things level out. The burning is still there, but now it’s a pleasant constant. Koki’s fingers trail up the backs of his thighs, and gently begin to pull the plug out. It leaves Junno feeling empty, but that doesn’t last very long. Koki drops the ginger onto the nightstand with its peelings and lets his pants fall from his hips, and ever so gently urges Junno to roll onto his back.
For a few minutes, all Koki does is lightly rub the tension from his limbs. Then Koki leans from between Junno’s legs to rummage in his nightstand drawer. He smirks down at him as he slowly pops the cap of the lube and uses just enough to barely ease his slide into Junno, as he’d been requested to; before Koki eases in he wraps one of Junno’s legs around his waist.
Koki is only still for a moment, then begins an easy pace. Junno doesn’t know where to put his hands, so he fists the sheets as Koki starts to speed up. The ginger burn is still there, and he thinks Koki might be feeling it somewhat too. Above him, Koki’s brow is furrowed and he flicks his tongue out to wet his lips occasionally. That settles it, and Junno pulls Koki down for a kiss that’s mostly biting.
Their kisses go on, and Koki begins to speed up. He pulls away enough to whisper into Junno’s ear. “You all right? I can feel a bit of the tingle, but mostly I feel you clenching around me,” he says, and Junno writhes at that.
“Keep going, Koki. Fuck me harder.” Junno gasps when Koki immediately does so, grabbing one of Junno’s hands and squeezing before he wraps both of them loosely around Junno’s dick. Koki sets the pace for that too, and Junno can hardly keep up; it’s a shock when he comes, vision going blurry as he moans brokenly. It’s like there’s white noise in his head as he twitches with the aftershocks.
Koki grunts above him, and Junno can feel it when he finishes, a throbbing pulse within him. Koki stays where he is for a moment, laughing a little giddily before carefully pulling out. Junno feels a bit empty, and a lot like he’s been made a complete mess of, and it’s perfectly fine with him. He’s content to just lay there and recover, but too soon, Koki is clambering off of him and out of bed.
“No sleep yet, we’ll clean up first.”
Junno groans in response, but lets Koki wipe him down with a warm cloth anyway. Finally Koki climbs back into bed, and the last thing he hears is Koki’s wicked whisper.
“I hear if we keep the ginger for a while it’s even more intense. Of course we’ll have to experiment.”