metronome
Title: Metronome
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; ambiguous consent
Word Count: 1062
Summary: Junno has a few weaknesses.
Notes: Leaving this here; birthday reasons and such. Also je_levy totally looked this over for me.
It’s the middle of the week, close enough to the weekend but still early enough that places aren’t as packed and it’s easier to go out without being caught. Junno isn’t really sure if he wants to go out, but something in the way that Koki pouts at him makes something in his chest catch and he feels compelled to go. Must be some kind of evil magic; that makes perfect sense.
That’s how Junno finds himself in a dark corner of the club Koki had picked. The music is low and throbbing, and Koki is working his magic again. All he’s done is smile up at him, and Junno is pressed against him. He’s got his hands on Koki’s hips, and maybe it’s to try and stop him from grinding his ass against him, but that doesn’t seem to work, not with the music pounding in his skull.
Somehow he finds the strength to turn Koki to face him. It’s an attempt to try and regain control, he thinks, but it backfires because Koki has no problem getting even closer. It’s almost obscene, and Junno isn’t sure if he feels warm from their proximity or it’s just too hot inside, and he can’t think anymore because Koki is looking at him with that wicked smile again and the only thing in his head is the pulsing bassline and he can’t fight it anymore.
All Junno can do is go along with the rhythm dictated by the music and Koki’s whims. Really, it isn’t that bad now that he’s stopped thinking, and soon after that Koki is dragging him back home, the low thud of bass through his car stereo keeping him in thrall. Junno stays quiet, content with Koki sliding one hand up his thigh deliberately and sneaking smirks at him at every stop light.
In the lull between the car and Koki’s apartment, Junno knows he can break away. He doesn’t, though, because this is way more interesting than what they’d been doing earlier and he wants to know what Koki is going to do.
The music here is quiet, still a pulsing intent one-two heartbeat that overrides his own. Koki holds a hand out, expectant as he waits for Junno to comply, and then he’s pulling him back to his bedroom. Junno stands still, waiting for Koki’s next whim to overtake him. It’s not long at all before it’s got him; Koki snaps his fingers and Junno finds himself dragging his shirt over his head and pushing jeans and underwear down as quickly as he possibly can.
The next instant has Koki crowding him, hands roving everywhere as he stands on tiptoe to nip at his jaw. Junno gasps a little at the sudden flash of pain, but he doesn’t try to get out of Koki’s hold, not until Koki steps back. His eyes are hooded and he looks so smug, and Junno feels overcome with the urge to climb up onto the bed.
Shortly after he flops onto his back, Junno lolls his head to the side to watch as Koki strips. It’s almost in a daze that he watches Koki grab a tube from his nightstand. First Koki grabs him, slick hands stroking him to full hardness before they steady Koki as he straddles him. Junno watches in silent fascination as Koki’s fingers disappear from view; Junno can feel them barely brush against him as Koki works himself open.
That steady one-two is still going in the back of his brain even when Koki sighs a little and slides down onto him. Junno chokes on his air, but he recovers while Koki simply stays where he is. He knows what’s coming next, and Junno steadies himself as Koki raises up and slides back down, following the slow rhythm pounding through his head even now. Surely it’s not the same track, but then Koki pinches his nipple and jump starts Junno into joining.
It’s all a level two beat pace, Koki’s thighs flexing under Junno’s hands. He wonders how they got there as he holds Koki steady; something speeds up and Junno goes faster, actively bouncing Koki up and down.
The music that had been playing is drowned out between their breathing and the slick noises of skin sliding together. That must be what allows it to happen.
One moment Junno is under Koki as he’s being ridden, and then the next he’s above Koki, folding him in half. Koki’s eyes blaze for a second, then go soft. Junno falters in his movements, distracted by the way Koki’s got one hand fisted in his hair as the other taps out a one-two-three-four along the bumps of his spine; that refocuses him and he redoubles his efforts.
One-two-three-four, and Junno snaps his hips as Koki pulls him down to lick and bite at his lips. The rhythm now is too insistent and fast for kissing, and Junno can’t slow down, not even when he feels Koki tighten around him. All he can do is follow the rhythm. Koki seems to know this, and Junno supposes he should since this is all his doing. The hand tangled in his hair relocates, wriggling between them so Koki can tug himself off.
Junno is determined to outlast Koki, even though the beat in his head drives him to go faster and let go. He bites his lip to regain some focus, and shortly after that he feels Koki freeze beneath him. There’s a sticky wash of come against his belly as Koki’s muscles clamp down, and Junno stops fighting it.
It’s almost a relief. As he spills into Koki, the rhythm slowly dissipates and lets him go; he’s careful as he pulls out. That doesn’t keep him from falling onto Koki, and he gets shoved over unceremoniously when Koki gets his hands free. They’re a sticky mess, and Junno doesn’t really mind, at least until Koki scowls at him and he feels compelled to try and clean them up a bit.
Koki bats him away when Junno tries to lick him clean, but he resists long enough to flick his tongue against Koki’s bellybutton and catch the barbell in his teeth. He wonders if maybe next time he can set the pace; Koki’s given him a few ideas over the course of the evening.
Pairing/Group: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; ambiguous consent
Word Count: 1062
Summary: Junno has a few weaknesses.
Notes: Leaving this here; birthday reasons and such. Also je_levy totally looked this over for me.
It’s the middle of the week, close enough to the weekend but still early enough that places aren’t as packed and it’s easier to go out without being caught. Junno isn’t really sure if he wants to go out, but something in the way that Koki pouts at him makes something in his chest catch and he feels compelled to go. Must be some kind of evil magic; that makes perfect sense.
That’s how Junno finds himself in a dark corner of the club Koki had picked. The music is low and throbbing, and Koki is working his magic again. All he’s done is smile up at him, and Junno is pressed against him. He’s got his hands on Koki’s hips, and maybe it’s to try and stop him from grinding his ass against him, but that doesn’t seem to work, not with the music pounding in his skull.
Somehow he finds the strength to turn Koki to face him. It’s an attempt to try and regain control, he thinks, but it backfires because Koki has no problem getting even closer. It’s almost obscene, and Junno isn’t sure if he feels warm from their proximity or it’s just too hot inside, and he can’t think anymore because Koki is looking at him with that wicked smile again and the only thing in his head is the pulsing bassline and he can’t fight it anymore.
All Junno can do is go along with the rhythm dictated by the music and Koki’s whims. Really, it isn’t that bad now that he’s stopped thinking, and soon after that Koki is dragging him back home, the low thud of bass through his car stereo keeping him in thrall. Junno stays quiet, content with Koki sliding one hand up his thigh deliberately and sneaking smirks at him at every stop light.
In the lull between the car and Koki’s apartment, Junno knows he can break away. He doesn’t, though, because this is way more interesting than what they’d been doing earlier and he wants to know what Koki is going to do.
The music here is quiet, still a pulsing intent one-two heartbeat that overrides his own. Koki holds a hand out, expectant as he waits for Junno to comply, and then he’s pulling him back to his bedroom. Junno stands still, waiting for Koki’s next whim to overtake him. It’s not long at all before it’s got him; Koki snaps his fingers and Junno finds himself dragging his shirt over his head and pushing jeans and underwear down as quickly as he possibly can.
The next instant has Koki crowding him, hands roving everywhere as he stands on tiptoe to nip at his jaw. Junno gasps a little at the sudden flash of pain, but he doesn’t try to get out of Koki’s hold, not until Koki steps back. His eyes are hooded and he looks so smug, and Junno feels overcome with the urge to climb up onto the bed.
Shortly after he flops onto his back, Junno lolls his head to the side to watch as Koki strips. It’s almost in a daze that he watches Koki grab a tube from his nightstand. First Koki grabs him, slick hands stroking him to full hardness before they steady Koki as he straddles him. Junno watches in silent fascination as Koki’s fingers disappear from view; Junno can feel them barely brush against him as Koki works himself open.
That steady one-two is still going in the back of his brain even when Koki sighs a little and slides down onto him. Junno chokes on his air, but he recovers while Koki simply stays where he is. He knows what’s coming next, and Junno steadies himself as Koki raises up and slides back down, following the slow rhythm pounding through his head even now. Surely it’s not the same track, but then Koki pinches his nipple and jump starts Junno into joining.
It’s all a level two beat pace, Koki’s thighs flexing under Junno’s hands. He wonders how they got there as he holds Koki steady; something speeds up and Junno goes faster, actively bouncing Koki up and down.
The music that had been playing is drowned out between their breathing and the slick noises of skin sliding together. That must be what allows it to happen.
One moment Junno is under Koki as he’s being ridden, and then the next he’s above Koki, folding him in half. Koki’s eyes blaze for a second, then go soft. Junno falters in his movements, distracted by the way Koki’s got one hand fisted in his hair as the other taps out a one-two-three-four along the bumps of his spine; that refocuses him and he redoubles his efforts.
One-two-three-four, and Junno snaps his hips as Koki pulls him down to lick and bite at his lips. The rhythm now is too insistent and fast for kissing, and Junno can’t slow down, not even when he feels Koki tighten around him. All he can do is follow the rhythm. Koki seems to know this, and Junno supposes he should since this is all his doing. The hand tangled in his hair relocates, wriggling between them so Koki can tug himself off.
Junno is determined to outlast Koki, even though the beat in his head drives him to go faster and let go. He bites his lip to regain some focus, and shortly after that he feels Koki freeze beneath him. There’s a sticky wash of come against his belly as Koki’s muscles clamp down, and Junno stops fighting it.
It’s almost a relief. As he spills into Koki, the rhythm slowly dissipates and lets him go; he’s careful as he pulls out. That doesn’t keep him from falling onto Koki, and he gets shoved over unceremoniously when Koki gets his hands free. They’re a sticky mess, and Junno doesn’t really mind, at least until Koki scowls at him and he feels compelled to try and clean them up a bit.
Koki bats him away when Junno tries to lick him clean, but he resists long enough to flick his tongue against Koki’s bellybutton and catch the barbell in his teeth. He wonders if maybe next time he can set the pace; Koki’s given him a few ideas over the course of the evening.