pictures of you/fundraiser fic (and bonus kink bingo fill)
Title: Pictures of You
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki, KAT-TUN
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 1750
Summary: Koki is terrible at photography.
Notes: Written for ryogrande for the Fund-Raising Project for the Habagat Victims at je_philippines, using the pictures square of my kink bingo card as a prompt. I hope you enjoy this, Ri. :3 ♥
At first it had been kind of funny, all of the dubious pictures Koki had taken and posted to his j-web. Then they'd gotten more and more risqué, one hand planted against the shower wall. Nakamaru hadn't thought it was so funny anymore after that.
It had sparked his imagination. Of course the expanses of wet skin weren't anything new; Nakamaru had seen fresh-from-the-bath Koki and had even bathed with him before. It was just the way it had looked like Koki had been bracing himself against the wall, and Nakamaru couldn't help envisioning himself behind Koki, pressing him forward, their slick skin sliding together as he fucked him. Koki would probably be loud, his cries echoing off of the tile.
The next picture had been even worse, somehow. Koki had moved from the bathroom to his bed. It had been a fairly innocent picture, or at least as innocent as Koki was capable of. Just his arm splayed across his sheets.
Of course Nakamaru had seen it clearly. Koki beneath him, spread open wide and just for him, and the thought alone had him coming harder than he ever had before. Something had to be done.
*
"I really think you should stop posting such pictures, Koki. What kind of an impression do you think that makes?"
It had been a frustrating conversation. Koki hadn't said anything; Nakamaru felt like he'd been talking to a wall. A smirking wall, but a wall nonetheless.
That night Nakamaru got a text. It was simply a picture, no words at all. More naked Koki, a view of his neck and collar bones against the deep navy of his sheets. Nakamaru wanted to lick along the length of Koki's neck, maybe bite bruises across the slight jut of his clavicles.
He did his best to ignore it. Minutes later another text appeared. This time it was Koki's chest. His nipples were hard, dark against his lightly tanned skin. Problematic.
Nakamaru typed out a reply, then thought better of it. Instead he called Koki.
"Yucchi," Koki practically purred when he answered on the first ring. "Whatever could you need at such a late hour?"
Nakamaru's response was quick. "I need you to stop being such a terrible photographer. You're going to unlock your front door for me, then go back and sprawl across your bed. You'll wait without touching anything. Understood?"
Koki moaned in acknowledgement, and satisfied that he'd find everything in order, Nakamaru hung up. The trip to Koki’s apartment was quick, and Nakamaru was happy to find that his instructions had been followed so far.
Nakamaru kicked off his shoes in the entry, and locked the door behind himself. He wasted no time in making his way to Koki’s bedroom. Koki was sprawled out as Nakamaru had requested, not a stitch of clothing visible from the doorway, and his hands were cushioning his head. Perfect.
“You can actually follow directions?” Nakamaru asked from across the room. Koki jumped a little, clearly startled, before he nodded.
“I’ve been good,” Koki mumbled, still not touching anything.
Nakamaru couldn’t help it when he replied, “I think your definition of ‘good’ is vastly different from mine.” He stood over Koki, unable to decide where to start. Perhaps he’d get a little more comfortable first, and then climb into bed. “Those pictures were simply terrible. Couldn’t see a thing, such a shame.”
Koki grinned up at Nakamaru, looking like he was plotting. Nakamaru would allow it, and see what happened. He wasn’t surprised when Koki rolled onto his side, tangling the sheets around his waist, and immediately went for his belt buckle. Nakamaru laughed, and pulled his jacket and shirt off, dropping them into the floor. His pants followed shortly, and Koki yanked his boxers down as well. “It’s only fair, you know,” he said as he cheekily threw the sheets back in invitation.
Before Nakamaru joined him, he retrieved his phone from the pile of his clothes. Koki looked at him curiously, and he answered, “I’ve got to show you how to take decent pictures, of course.”
He clambered into bed and wasted no time straddling Koki’s hips. Nakamaru looked down, considering all of the things he could do; Koki simply waited for him to decide.
First things first. Nakamaru set his phone on the bedside table, and then leaned forward. He threaded both hands into Koki’s hair and held him in place as their lips crashed together. They nipped and licked at each other’s lips until Nakamaru pulled away. Koki pouted up at him, skin flushed and eyes glittering.
“Stay like that, Koki,” Nakamaru breathed, reaching for his phone without looking away from him. Koki barely nodded in acknowledgement, and Nakamaru tapped at his screen, opening up his camera. It clicked, and Nakamaru grinned in satisfaction.
“Yucchi,” Koki murmured, “get back down here.”
Nakamaru did just that, trailing his lips along Koki’s jawline and down his throat. “You know I wanted nothing more than to bite along your collar bones when you sent me that first picture. Your skin looks delicious.” He ended his sentence with a gentle bite, and took Koki’s faint moan as an approval to keep going, teeth dragging from one shoulder to the other, and back to the hollow at the base of his throat.
Another picture, this time focusing on the faint bite marks Nakamaru had left. He dropped his phone next to Koki’s head and dove back down a third time, this time trailing his tongue down the center of Koki’s chest. Nakamaru flicked his nipples, and then shifted further down. He could feel Koki’s cock bumping against his chest.
“Something you want, Koki?” Nakamaru asked between licks.
His only answer at first was Koki clenching his fists into the sheets. Koki groaned and writhed under Nakamaru’s attentions, and Nakamaru couldn’t help but laugh. “Couldn’t quite make that out.”
Koki whined, then cleared his throat. “I want you to suck me off.”
Nakamaru glanced up at him, smirking. “Get your phone.”
It was a bit of a mad scramble as Koki searched for his phone; it was hidden under his pillow, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he readied its camera. Nakamaru looked up at Koki as he licked a stripe up the underside of Koki’s dick, still smirking as the camera clicked. He wasted no time on teasing Koki, slurping him down in one smooth motion.
Nakamaru immediately began to hum around Koki. It earned him the filthiest moans, and the rapidfire click of Koki’s cameraphone. He tongued the vein running along the underside, then clamped one arm across Koki’s hips to keep him from thrusting up. Once more, Nakamaru looked up and locked eyes with Koki, making sure the other was paying him full attention. Satisfied that Koki was attentive enough, Nakamaru swallowed around his dick once before pulling away, barely dragging his teeth along Koki’s full length.
Koki dropped his phone in favor of fisting his sheets, and Nakamaru sucked him down once more for a quick bassline. He only did it for a few moments, and then pulled away from Koki completely, drawing out a pitiful whine.
“Hush now, Koki. You’ll like this part even more,” Nakamaru whispered as he licked and bit his way up Koki’s chest again. “When I first saw that picture of just your arm against your sheets, I had the most wicked thoughts.”
Koki gasped, clearly intrigued. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. All I could think of was having you spread wide open beneath me. How does that sound?”
Koki didn’t respond with words. He flung a hand in the general direction of his nightstand, and Nakamaru pressed a quick bite against his lips before leaning over to shuffle through the drawer. Luckily, the lube was the first thing his fingers encountered, and Nakamaru repositioned himself, making himself at home between Koki’s spread thighs.
“Hard and fast, and I want to hear you scream,” Nakamaru murmured as he slid one slick finger against Koki’s rim. Koki barely nodded, and Nakamaru twirled his finger around before slipping it in and pulling it completely out, along with more whimpers from Koki.
He dribbled more of the lube into his hand, stroking Koki once before slipping two fingers in as deep as they could go. Nakamaru spread them wide, scissoring Koki open as quickly and gently as he could, adding one more finger the next time he slide them out.
Finally it seemed Koki could take no more, and he made a grab for Nakamaru. “Now, Yucchi, fuck me now,” were the only words he spoke. It was all the encouragement he needed, and he slung one of Koki’s legs around his waist as he lined himself up. Nakamaru pushed Koki’s other leg up to his chest as he slid in and stilled.
Koki cried out, rocking his hips up as best he could. Before Nakamaru properly started, he looped Koki’s arm around his thigh and muttered, “Hold that for me.”
Nakamaru braced both of his hands to either side of Koki’s head as he pulled out slowly. He thrust back in with one smooth motion, surprising a gasp from Koki. That was only the beginning, and shortly Nakamaru’s thrusts increased in speed. At the same rate, Koki’s noises went from sharp gasps to broken whimpers and ultimately, the throaty moans that Nakamaru had fantasized about.
Before Nakamaru had realized it, Koki was tightening around him. He wrapped one of his hands around Koki and tugged him roughly, finally rewarded as Koki shuddered around him and screamed. Nakamaru pulled out as Koki spilled over his fist, and he ignored the mess as he jerked himself with the same hand for his final few strokes.
It was utterly satisfying as Nakamaru finished, decorating Koki’s torso with his orgasm. He wiped his sticky hand down Koki’s cheek and neck, earning one last moan. Nakamaru fumbled for his phone with his clean hand, smirking triumphantly as he navigated to the camera for one final picture.
Nakamaru lined up the shot, capturing Koki’s complete debauchery. Strands of his hair stuck to his temples, his eyes were heavy-lidded, and their mingled come was a streak along his face. The camera clicked one last time, and Nakamaru showed the screen to Koki before sending the picture to his phone.
“Now that’s a picture,” Nakamaru said, content to sprawl next to Koki.
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki, KAT-TUN
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 1750
Summary: Koki is terrible at photography.
Notes: Written for ryogrande for the Fund-Raising Project for the Habagat Victims at je_philippines, using the pictures square of my kink bingo card as a prompt. I hope you enjoy this, Ri. :3 ♥
At first it had been kind of funny, all of the dubious pictures Koki had taken and posted to his j-web. Then they'd gotten more and more risqué, one hand planted against the shower wall. Nakamaru hadn't thought it was so funny anymore after that.
It had sparked his imagination. Of course the expanses of wet skin weren't anything new; Nakamaru had seen fresh-from-the-bath Koki and had even bathed with him before. It was just the way it had looked like Koki had been bracing himself against the wall, and Nakamaru couldn't help envisioning himself behind Koki, pressing him forward, their slick skin sliding together as he fucked him. Koki would probably be loud, his cries echoing off of the tile.
The next picture had been even worse, somehow. Koki had moved from the bathroom to his bed. It had been a fairly innocent picture, or at least as innocent as Koki was capable of. Just his arm splayed across his sheets.
Of course Nakamaru had seen it clearly. Koki beneath him, spread open wide and just for him, and the thought alone had him coming harder than he ever had before. Something had to be done.
*
"I really think you should stop posting such pictures, Koki. What kind of an impression do you think that makes?"
It had been a frustrating conversation. Koki hadn't said anything; Nakamaru felt like he'd been talking to a wall. A smirking wall, but a wall nonetheless.
That night Nakamaru got a text. It was simply a picture, no words at all. More naked Koki, a view of his neck and collar bones against the deep navy of his sheets. Nakamaru wanted to lick along the length of Koki's neck, maybe bite bruises across the slight jut of his clavicles.
He did his best to ignore it. Minutes later another text appeared. This time it was Koki's chest. His nipples were hard, dark against his lightly tanned skin. Problematic.
Nakamaru typed out a reply, then thought better of it. Instead he called Koki.
"Yucchi," Koki practically purred when he answered on the first ring. "Whatever could you need at such a late hour?"
Nakamaru's response was quick. "I need you to stop being such a terrible photographer. You're going to unlock your front door for me, then go back and sprawl across your bed. You'll wait without touching anything. Understood?"
Koki moaned in acknowledgement, and satisfied that he'd find everything in order, Nakamaru hung up. The trip to Koki’s apartment was quick, and Nakamaru was happy to find that his instructions had been followed so far.
Nakamaru kicked off his shoes in the entry, and locked the door behind himself. He wasted no time in making his way to Koki’s bedroom. Koki was sprawled out as Nakamaru had requested, not a stitch of clothing visible from the doorway, and his hands were cushioning his head. Perfect.
“You can actually follow directions?” Nakamaru asked from across the room. Koki jumped a little, clearly startled, before he nodded.
“I’ve been good,” Koki mumbled, still not touching anything.
Nakamaru couldn’t help it when he replied, “I think your definition of ‘good’ is vastly different from mine.” He stood over Koki, unable to decide where to start. Perhaps he’d get a little more comfortable first, and then climb into bed. “Those pictures were simply terrible. Couldn’t see a thing, such a shame.”
Koki grinned up at Nakamaru, looking like he was plotting. Nakamaru would allow it, and see what happened. He wasn’t surprised when Koki rolled onto his side, tangling the sheets around his waist, and immediately went for his belt buckle. Nakamaru laughed, and pulled his jacket and shirt off, dropping them into the floor. His pants followed shortly, and Koki yanked his boxers down as well. “It’s only fair, you know,” he said as he cheekily threw the sheets back in invitation.
Before Nakamaru joined him, he retrieved his phone from the pile of his clothes. Koki looked at him curiously, and he answered, “I’ve got to show you how to take decent pictures, of course.”
He clambered into bed and wasted no time straddling Koki’s hips. Nakamaru looked down, considering all of the things he could do; Koki simply waited for him to decide.
First things first. Nakamaru set his phone on the bedside table, and then leaned forward. He threaded both hands into Koki’s hair and held him in place as their lips crashed together. They nipped and licked at each other’s lips until Nakamaru pulled away. Koki pouted up at him, skin flushed and eyes glittering.
“Stay like that, Koki,” Nakamaru breathed, reaching for his phone without looking away from him. Koki barely nodded in acknowledgement, and Nakamaru tapped at his screen, opening up his camera. It clicked, and Nakamaru grinned in satisfaction.
“Yucchi,” Koki murmured, “get back down here.”
Nakamaru did just that, trailing his lips along Koki’s jawline and down his throat. “You know I wanted nothing more than to bite along your collar bones when you sent me that first picture. Your skin looks delicious.” He ended his sentence with a gentle bite, and took Koki’s faint moan as an approval to keep going, teeth dragging from one shoulder to the other, and back to the hollow at the base of his throat.
Another picture, this time focusing on the faint bite marks Nakamaru had left. He dropped his phone next to Koki’s head and dove back down a third time, this time trailing his tongue down the center of Koki’s chest. Nakamaru flicked his nipples, and then shifted further down. He could feel Koki’s cock bumping against his chest.
“Something you want, Koki?” Nakamaru asked between licks.
His only answer at first was Koki clenching his fists into the sheets. Koki groaned and writhed under Nakamaru’s attentions, and Nakamaru couldn’t help but laugh. “Couldn’t quite make that out.”
Koki whined, then cleared his throat. “I want you to suck me off.”
Nakamaru glanced up at him, smirking. “Get your phone.”
It was a bit of a mad scramble as Koki searched for his phone; it was hidden under his pillow, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he readied its camera. Nakamaru looked up at Koki as he licked a stripe up the underside of Koki’s dick, still smirking as the camera clicked. He wasted no time on teasing Koki, slurping him down in one smooth motion.
Nakamaru immediately began to hum around Koki. It earned him the filthiest moans, and the rapidfire click of Koki’s cameraphone. He tongued the vein running along the underside, then clamped one arm across Koki’s hips to keep him from thrusting up. Once more, Nakamaru looked up and locked eyes with Koki, making sure the other was paying him full attention. Satisfied that Koki was attentive enough, Nakamaru swallowed around his dick once before pulling away, barely dragging his teeth along Koki’s full length.
Koki dropped his phone in favor of fisting his sheets, and Nakamaru sucked him down once more for a quick bassline. He only did it for a few moments, and then pulled away from Koki completely, drawing out a pitiful whine.
“Hush now, Koki. You’ll like this part even more,” Nakamaru whispered as he licked and bit his way up Koki’s chest again. “When I first saw that picture of just your arm against your sheets, I had the most wicked thoughts.”
Koki gasped, clearly intrigued. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. All I could think of was having you spread wide open beneath me. How does that sound?”
Koki didn’t respond with words. He flung a hand in the general direction of his nightstand, and Nakamaru pressed a quick bite against his lips before leaning over to shuffle through the drawer. Luckily, the lube was the first thing his fingers encountered, and Nakamaru repositioned himself, making himself at home between Koki’s spread thighs.
“Hard and fast, and I want to hear you scream,” Nakamaru murmured as he slid one slick finger against Koki’s rim. Koki barely nodded, and Nakamaru twirled his finger around before slipping it in and pulling it completely out, along with more whimpers from Koki.
He dribbled more of the lube into his hand, stroking Koki once before slipping two fingers in as deep as they could go. Nakamaru spread them wide, scissoring Koki open as quickly and gently as he could, adding one more finger the next time he slide them out.
Finally it seemed Koki could take no more, and he made a grab for Nakamaru. “Now, Yucchi, fuck me now,” were the only words he spoke. It was all the encouragement he needed, and he slung one of Koki’s legs around his waist as he lined himself up. Nakamaru pushed Koki’s other leg up to his chest as he slid in and stilled.
Koki cried out, rocking his hips up as best he could. Before Nakamaru properly started, he looped Koki’s arm around his thigh and muttered, “Hold that for me.”
Nakamaru braced both of his hands to either side of Koki’s head as he pulled out slowly. He thrust back in with one smooth motion, surprising a gasp from Koki. That was only the beginning, and shortly Nakamaru’s thrusts increased in speed. At the same rate, Koki’s noises went from sharp gasps to broken whimpers and ultimately, the throaty moans that Nakamaru had fantasized about.
Before Nakamaru had realized it, Koki was tightening around him. He wrapped one of his hands around Koki and tugged him roughly, finally rewarded as Koki shuddered around him and screamed. Nakamaru pulled out as Koki spilled over his fist, and he ignored the mess as he jerked himself with the same hand for his final few strokes.
It was utterly satisfying as Nakamaru finished, decorating Koki’s torso with his orgasm. He wiped his sticky hand down Koki’s cheek and neck, earning one last moan. Nakamaru fumbled for his phone with his clean hand, smirking triumphantly as he navigated to the camera for one final picture.
Nakamaru lined up the shot, capturing Koki’s complete debauchery. Strands of his hair stuck to his temples, his eyes were heavy-lidded, and their mingled come was a streak along his face. The camera clicked one last time, and Nakamaru showed the screen to Koki before sending the picture to his phone.
“Now that’s a picture,” Nakamaru said, content to sprawl next to Koki.