sound and vision/kink bingo fill
Title: Sound and Vision
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki/Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating/Warnings: NC-17-- could be read as dubious consent; sci-fi AU
Word Count: 1011
Summary: Just some R&R with Navinosuke.
Notes: Written for the mechanical / technological square of my second kink_bingo card. This can be read as an accompaniment to O Green World. Thank you for looking everything over, Kay! <3
Junno can't really remember when it started. He must have fallen completely in love with the ship the first time he'd ever seen her, a great hulking dark splotch against the stars. The STAR RIDER had felt right, like home, ever since he'd been assigned to her. She's his, and in a way, he belongs to her, though it's really the navicomp that he talks to through his link implant.
It had hurt, yes, but it had been completely worth it. Junno carries a little piece of the ship around with him, all of the time, and he'll never be lonely again.
It's one of those nights, the kind where Nakamaru is too pensive to be any fun, and he spends the entire night cycle staring forward at the holoscreen in his quarters before finally succumbing to sleep. Navinosuke keeps an eye on him for Junno, and whispers in his head with updates.
Koki gets in moods too, sometimes, and sometimes locks himself in the medbay. Junno doesn't worry, because Navinosuke tells him what Koki is doing. It's very useful, Navinosuke always being with him.
On these lonely nights, though, Junno is never alone. Navinosuke is with him. All of the time.
Junno is in his bunk, sprawling out across the mattress, eyes unfocused as he gazes at the ceiling. He's very nearly asleep when Navinosuke's not-voice tickles his ear.
We should play, Navinosuke says against the inside of Junno's skull.
He's not doing anything better, and Junno agrees easily, not even needing to vocalize his response.
Good. Navinosuke’s metallic voice echoes. Close your eyes and watch.
Junno does as he’s told, settling flat on his back as he makes himself comfortable in his cot. His eyes slip shut as he lets out a breath and stretches out, one hand already tracing the waistband of his pyjamas.
Go on, then, Navinosuke whispers. I'll show you something nice.
Junno sighs as he pushes his trousers down just far enough to free himself. He waits for Navinosuke to begin.
Images begin to flicker against the backs of his eyelids. Navinosuke likes to make them look a little like what old Earth movies had looked like before bringing it into crystal clear
focus.
The image clears and sharpens as if it were a memory. Koki is draped across Junno's seat in the cockpit; he's naked, save for the wires that Junno had first used to interface with Navinosuke in their early days of partnership. They hold Koki in place, his wrists strapped to the arms of the chair and legs held open wide. Junno's throat goes dry.
Image-Koki's eyes are glazed and hooded, as if Navinosuke is suppressing his consciousness; he looks so delicious like that, and Junno strokes himself roughly. Koki looks so fuckable like that, and Junno is almost sad that it's only a vision. Maybe later he could make this vision come to pass.
Junno loses that train of thought quickly as Navinosuke shows him more. Nakamaru appears, looming behind Koki. He has the same automaton gaze as Koki as he lifts one hand to Koki's lips and waits for him to suckle his fingers.
His hand squeezes himself harder, and Junno desperately wishes he could touch them instead of just watch.
Maybe we could make it happen someday. Bet you could at least talk Koki into it.
"Yes," Junno agrees breathlessly. "I could rewire you so we could do it here."
Hush, Navinosuke says, and it's almost as if he's whispering directly into Junno's ear. Watch.
Junno obeys, still stroking his cock, just more slowly so he can make it last. Image-Koki is being teased by Image-Nakamaru; he's helping Navinosuke open Koki up while more wires slip between his legs. One thin cable wraps around Koki's cock, lingering at the base to keep him on the edge.
He can't keep from moaning when Navinosuke slips inside Koki; he hadn't been exaggerating when he'd told Junno he'd show him something nice.
How amazing it would be to feel such a thing, hot flesh against my cold metal. Though it wouldn't really be feeling the way you feel things. Navinosuke sounds almost wistful.
"Link in to me next time I fuck Koki," Junno says, hand flying up and down at the same speed Navinosuke fucks Image-Koki. "I think I'm close."
Something halts in his brain, bringing Junno's rhythm to a stuttering shadow of its former intensity. Not until I say, Junnosuke. Navinosuke's metal voice is stern. Junno groans, and it's probably loud enough for the others to hear, even through the thick steel walls. He doesn't care.
Navinosuke withdraws somewhat, and allows Junno to speed up again. He doesn’t fully leave Junno to his own mind, though-- he does something else and Junno can almost feel Koki’s heat around him, and the wires digging into his skin.
Junno is so close he can taste it, or maybe it’s just another one of Navinosuke’s tricks. He can almost feel how smug Navinosuke is, and then the phantom sensations are gone, leaving only Junno’s hand on his dick and the images behind his eyes for stimulation.
Image-Nakamaru is still there, has been looming behind Image-Koki the entire time. His roving hands tug at the cables keeping Koki from orgasming, and soon enough he’s stroking Koki roughly. Navinosuke is still fucking Koki throughout. It’s only when Koki’s brow furrows, the only emotion he’s shown the entire time, and his fingers clench against the arm rests does Navinosuke let Junno finish.
Junno vaguely hears Navinosuke’s electric sigh of relief and Image-Koki’s broken moan a second before he comes. It splatters over his hand and up his chest, and Junno feels worn out like he’d actually been doing more than masturbating. “That was amazing, Navinosuke,” Junno gasps, still catching his breath.
I know. How soon do you think we could arrange this?
Junno groans again. Yes, he really is in love.
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki/Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating/Warnings: NC-17-- could be read as dubious consent; sci-fi AU
Word Count: 1011
Summary: Just some R&R with Navinosuke.
Notes: Written for the mechanical / technological square of my second kink_bingo card. This can be read as an accompaniment to O Green World. Thank you for looking everything over, Kay! <3
Junno can't really remember when it started. He must have fallen completely in love with the ship the first time he'd ever seen her, a great hulking dark splotch against the stars. The STAR RIDER had felt right, like home, ever since he'd been assigned to her. She's his, and in a way, he belongs to her, though it's really the navicomp that he talks to through his link implant.
It had hurt, yes, but it had been completely worth it. Junno carries a little piece of the ship around with him, all of the time, and he'll never be lonely again.
It's one of those nights, the kind where Nakamaru is too pensive to be any fun, and he spends the entire night cycle staring forward at the holoscreen in his quarters before finally succumbing to sleep. Navinosuke keeps an eye on him for Junno, and whispers in his head with updates.
Koki gets in moods too, sometimes, and sometimes locks himself in the medbay. Junno doesn't worry, because Navinosuke tells him what Koki is doing. It's very useful, Navinosuke always being with him.
On these lonely nights, though, Junno is never alone. Navinosuke is with him. All of the time.
Junno is in his bunk, sprawling out across the mattress, eyes unfocused as he gazes at the ceiling. He's very nearly asleep when Navinosuke's not-voice tickles his ear.
We should play, Navinosuke says against the inside of Junno's skull.
He's not doing anything better, and Junno agrees easily, not even needing to vocalize his response.
Good. Navinosuke’s metallic voice echoes. Close your eyes and watch.
Junno does as he’s told, settling flat on his back as he makes himself comfortable in his cot. His eyes slip shut as he lets out a breath and stretches out, one hand already tracing the waistband of his pyjamas.
Go on, then, Navinosuke whispers. I'll show you something nice.
Junno sighs as he pushes his trousers down just far enough to free himself. He waits for Navinosuke to begin.
Images begin to flicker against the backs of his eyelids. Navinosuke likes to make them look a little like what old Earth movies had looked like before bringing it into crystal clear
focus.
The image clears and sharpens as if it were a memory. Koki is draped across Junno's seat in the cockpit; he's naked, save for the wires that Junno had first used to interface with Navinosuke in their early days of partnership. They hold Koki in place, his wrists strapped to the arms of the chair and legs held open wide. Junno's throat goes dry.
Image-Koki's eyes are glazed and hooded, as if Navinosuke is suppressing his consciousness; he looks so delicious like that, and Junno strokes himself roughly. Koki looks so fuckable like that, and Junno is almost sad that it's only a vision. Maybe later he could make this vision come to pass.
Junno loses that train of thought quickly as Navinosuke shows him more. Nakamaru appears, looming behind Koki. He has the same automaton gaze as Koki as he lifts one hand to Koki's lips and waits for him to suckle his fingers.
His hand squeezes himself harder, and Junno desperately wishes he could touch them instead of just watch.
Maybe we could make it happen someday. Bet you could at least talk Koki into it.
"Yes," Junno agrees breathlessly. "I could rewire you so we could do it here."
Hush, Navinosuke says, and it's almost as if he's whispering directly into Junno's ear. Watch.
Junno obeys, still stroking his cock, just more slowly so he can make it last. Image-Koki is being teased by Image-Nakamaru; he's helping Navinosuke open Koki up while more wires slip between his legs. One thin cable wraps around Koki's cock, lingering at the base to keep him on the edge.
He can't keep from moaning when Navinosuke slips inside Koki; he hadn't been exaggerating when he'd told Junno he'd show him something nice.
How amazing it would be to feel such a thing, hot flesh against my cold metal. Though it wouldn't really be feeling the way you feel things. Navinosuke sounds almost wistful.
"Link in to me next time I fuck Koki," Junno says, hand flying up and down at the same speed Navinosuke fucks Image-Koki. "I think I'm close."
Something halts in his brain, bringing Junno's rhythm to a stuttering shadow of its former intensity. Not until I say, Junnosuke. Navinosuke's metal voice is stern. Junno groans, and it's probably loud enough for the others to hear, even through the thick steel walls. He doesn't care.
Navinosuke withdraws somewhat, and allows Junno to speed up again. He doesn’t fully leave Junno to his own mind, though-- he does something else and Junno can almost feel Koki’s heat around him, and the wires digging into his skin.
Junno is so close he can taste it, or maybe it’s just another one of Navinosuke’s tricks. He can almost feel how smug Navinosuke is, and then the phantom sensations are gone, leaving only Junno’s hand on his dick and the images behind his eyes for stimulation.
Image-Nakamaru is still there, has been looming behind Image-Koki the entire time. His roving hands tug at the cables keeping Koki from orgasming, and soon enough he’s stroking Koki roughly. Navinosuke is still fucking Koki throughout. It’s only when Koki’s brow furrows, the only emotion he’s shown the entire time, and his fingers clench against the arm rests does Navinosuke let Junno finish.
Junno vaguely hears Navinosuke’s electric sigh of relief and Image-Koki’s broken moan a second before he comes. It splatters over his hand and up his chest, and Junno feels worn out like he’d actually been doing more than masturbating. “That was amazing, Navinosuke,” Junno gasps, still catching his breath.
I know. How soon do you think we could arrange this?
Junno groans again. Yes, he really is in love.