standing orders/kink bingo fill
Title:Standing Orders
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, warnings listed below
Word Count: 1958
Summary: 'If it's not rough it isn't fun', is what Nakamaru's heard.
Notes: A single-line fill for kink_bingo; in other words, five-in-one! Squares used: leather latex rubber, rough body play, body alteration / injury, sensation play, and consent play.
Nakamaru can’t help laughing when Koki says it’s annoying to be told what to do during one of their more risque photo shoots. Koki hears him when he lets it slip, and Nakamaru is still grinning stupidly when Koki tries to glare him into shutting up.
Later on, in the green room, Koki is still trying to convince Nakamaru otherwise. “Of course you can’t stand being ordered around, Koki. I believe you completely,” Nakamaru says. Koki looks gratified until he continues. “I believe you hate being told to do things, especially things like allowing yourself to be blindfolded for work. Then you comply anyway, and even look like you enjoy it when they ask you to sprawl in the floor.”
Koki flushes a deep red, and looks away. Nakamaru is glad that everyone else has left; he wants to savor this in private. He closes the distance between them and makes a grab for Koki’s chin. For a few moments, Koki tries to keep from making eye contact with Nakamaru, but finally he relents.
“I think it would be fun if I told you what to do for a while. You could struggle, and I would have so much fun wrestling you into submission. I could make it so good for the both of us, and if it were too much you could just say so.”
Nakamaru watches the way Koki’s expression changes from utter embarrassment to intrigue. He smiles a bit, and leans to whisper into Koki’s ear as his fingers stroke along his throat. “I know you want to fight for it and lose.”
Koki’s breath hitches, and Nakamaru can feel it under his fingers. He drops his hand, and steps back to give Koki room to consider his words. Both of them are silent, and Nakamaru waits patiently for Koki to answer. Finally Koki nods.
"What was that?" Nakamaru asks quietly.
"Yes," Koki says, biting his lip but maintaining eye contact with him.
"Good. Why don't you go back to your place; I'll drop by later." Nakamaru turns to gather his things, leaving Koki to his own devices as he leaves. He's got to gather some things.
Hours later, Nakamaru finally heads to Koki's flat. He'd taken a nap, and lingered in the bath, and gotten supplies together. They both have a free day the next day, and Nakamaru fully intends to make use of their time.
Nakamaru has a key, had it for years, and he lets himself in without knocking. Koki is napping on his couch, face pressed against the cushions and one arm dangling off the edge. It's perfect for Nakamaru's intentions. He's quiet as he unlaces his boots in the entryway and drops his bag; he's just as silent as he crosses the room.
For a moment, Nakamaru stands over Koki. Then he reaches out, grabbing a fistful of Koki's hair. Nakamaru yanks it, hard, and Koki's eyes fly open with a start. He looks startled, and rightly so.
“Yucchi--” Koki tries to protest, but he stops when Nakamaru tugs in a wordless order to get up. He shuts his mouth, frowning a bit, and follows Nakamaru back to his room, hunched over from the grip Nakamaru still has on him. It’s only after Nakamaru shoves Koki in the general direction of his bed that he begins to fight back, and Nakamaru easily steps out of the way of the punches he throws.
Nakamaru catches Koki’s arms and pushes back. Koki barely moves, and Nakamaru has to resort to dirty methods. He leans forward and bites at Koki’s jaw; it startles Koki enough for him to trip him and shove him down onto the bed. Nakamaru doesn’t waste any time in clambering up after Koki, and he uses his full weight to pin Koki’s hips to the mattress as he crushes his wrists in both hands.
“You’ll be good now, right?” Nakamaru whispers into Koki’s ear. He leans back to watch as Koki nods. “What was that?”
Koki’s temper flares for a second; Nakamaru can see it in the back of his eyes. It’s only there for a moment, though, and Koki relaxes and slumps beneath him. “Yes,” he says, voice barely a whisper.
“And what will you say if everything is too much?”
“Red,” Koki mumbles, eyes locked on to Nakamaru’s. He stays still when Nakamaru lets go of his hands.
"Good boy." Nakamaru gets up, returning to the living room to retrieve his bag. "Stay," he tosses over his shoulder.
When he returns, bag in hand, Koki is exactly as he left him. His hands are above his head, wrists crossed. He's also still dressed.
"So good. But I need you out of those clothes. Are you going to help me or fight me?" Nakamaru pauses and watches as Koki turns his head. "I wouldn't mind fighting you out of them, to be honest."
Koki visibly shudders, and he swallows before answering. "These clothes are replaceable," is all he says, and Nakamaru is on him. There's a lot of scratching, and elbowing, but finally Nakamaru gets a good grip on Koki's thin t-shirt and it rips as he pulls it over his head. He drops it and goes for the drawstring of Koki's sweatpants, grunting a little when Koki yanks at his hair for a second.
Nakamaru gets his fingers in the waistband, nails dragging along the soft skin of Koki's belly and thighs as he drags them down and off. He stands again, pants held loosely as he surveys the scene. Koki's hair is mussed, and he's starting to sweat a little. There are angry red scratches down his legs, and there's a wild look in his eye as his chest heaves. He looks worked over, and Nakamaru has barely started.
He considers his options. He could go harder and deeper if he had Koki on hands and knees. That would be nice, but it would be even more fun to watch him fall apart. Nakamaru drops Koki's sweats to dig through his bag. He pulls out a set of cuffs, thick sturdy leather, and a short length of chain to run through their buckles and rings.
Koki fights him a little as he buckles the cuffs into place, but the way he bites back a grin lets Nakamaru know he's having just as much fun as he is. Once they're in place, Koki stills and brings his wrists to his face and inhales the scent of the leather. He's practically nuzzling them, and it's quite a sight. Nakamaru allows it for a moment, and then he binds the cuffs together. The chain makes a slithery sort of noise, and Koki seems to enjoy it.
Nakamaru grabs Koki's wrists, the leather warm under his fingers, and holds them down as he crushes their lips together. It isn't very long before they're biting; Nakamaru bites Koki with just the right amount of pressure to make him bleed a little. Koki moans when Nakamaru tongues the blood away.
He doesn't linger long, pulling away after a few moments. Koki whines, past fighting Nakamaru so much. "Let's do something a little different, Koki. Close your eyes for me."
Koki follows his instructions, and Nakamaru continues. "Good."
Nakamaru gets up, trailing his fingers down Koki's side as he turns his attention to his bag. Koki wriggles and laughs a little. "Tickles," he mumbles, and Nakamaru can see the flush spreading down his cheeks.
He makes a pretty picture, and Nakamaru is content to leave Koki like that. Instead, he silently pulls a riding crop he'd pinched from a photoshoot from his bag. Its tip is stiff leather, and Nakamaru knows it will sting. First he drags the tip down the center of Koki's chest, poking at his sides to tickle him more. He allows Koki to get used to the feeling, complacent. Then he pulls back and hits Koki once, lightly. It surprises him and he jumps, but he keeps his eyes shut tight.
Nakamaru keeps flicking his wrist, bringing the crop down progressively harder as he works his way down Koki’s chest and thighs. It’s obvious that he’s trying his best to bite back every noise; his jaw is clenched and the cords of his neck stand out. Finally Nakamaru stops, but not before drawing the crop lightly up Koki’s erection. That gets a strangled yelp, and he laughs a bit.
“How was that?”
He’s silent. Nakamaru makes an impatient noise and asks again. “How was that, Koki? Speak up.”
“It was surprising, and at first it sort of hurt. Then it started to feel good, Yucchi,” he says.
“Really? Are you ready for more, then?”
Koki nods. Nakamaru waits. Koki is silent for a few more moments, and then his mouth drops open when he realizes what Nakamaru wants. This time, he swallows, tongue flicking out to wet his lips before he speaks.
“Yes. I want more, Yucchi, whatever you want. Please, please don’t leave me hanging.”
Nakamaru doesn't move. Koki huffs and opens his eyes. "Please, Yucchi."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me, Yucchi," Koki practically whimpers, and Nakamaru drops his crop in favor of lube. Once he's got it in his hands, Nakamaru clambers onto the bed. Koki lets his legs fall open as wide as he possibly can; Nakamaru appreciates the cooperation. He slicks his fingers and slides one inside Koki right away.
Koki is hot and tight around his finger, and Nakamaru can't wait to feel him clenching around his cock. He adds another finger, curling them in search of the spot that will wrench even more broken noises from Koki.
"Hurry, please," Koki groans, his brow furrowed. Nakamaru scissors his fingers apart for just a few more seconds and then slicks himself. Before he presses inside, Nakamaru throws one of Koki’s legs over his shoulders. Then he leans forward, using his body weight to settle firmly in Koki and nearly bends him in half.
Nakamaru stays still, just to catch his breath for a second, and then finally begins to fuck Koki. He’s slow and measured at first, mostly out of concern to not hurt himself, but soon after he establishes his rhythm, Koki begs for more. Nakamaru smirks, mostly to himself because Koki has still got his eyes closed. Both of them are beginning to sweat, but Nakamaru pays it no mind; he’s more concerned with the noises Koki is making and the way he’s starting to clench around him.
Koki’s hands are still above his head, balled up in fists; Nakamaru shifts and hooks his fingers around the chain holding Koki’s wrists together. He wastes no time in wrapping both of them around his cock with no prompting from Nakamaru. It’s only a couple of strokes before he finishes, muscles tightening around Nakamaru as he gasps.
Nakamaru pumps his hips twice more and stills, his breath catching in his throat. He blinks the sweat from his eyes, and then carefully pulls out. For a moment, Nakamaru leans back and waits for Koki to look at him.
“You okay?” he asks as he unwinds the chain and unbuckles the cuffs. Koki nods as Nakamaru’s thumbs stroke the indentations pressed into his wrists, and Nakamaru sighs a little. “That’s good. None of that was too rough, right?”
“I’m fine,” Koki insists. “I just need to rest for a minute though. I feel like jelly.”
Nakamaru laughs at that, and finds the strength to fully get up and out of bed. “All right then. We’re bathing in a few minutes; once I get my second wind and to the bathroom.”
It’s Koki’s turn to laugh as he says, “You should steal more of our fun props more often.”
Nakamaru definitely plans to do just that.
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, warnings listed below
Word Count: 1958
Summary: 'If it's not rough it isn't fun', is what Nakamaru's heard.
Notes: A single-line fill for kink_bingo; in other words, five-in-one! Squares used: leather latex rubber, rough body play, body alteration / injury, sensation play, and consent play.
Nakamaru can’t help laughing when Koki says it’s annoying to be told what to do during one of their more risque photo shoots. Koki hears him when he lets it slip, and Nakamaru is still grinning stupidly when Koki tries to glare him into shutting up.
Later on, in the green room, Koki is still trying to convince Nakamaru otherwise. “Of course you can’t stand being ordered around, Koki. I believe you completely,” Nakamaru says. Koki looks gratified until he continues. “I believe you hate being told to do things, especially things like allowing yourself to be blindfolded for work. Then you comply anyway, and even look like you enjoy it when they ask you to sprawl in the floor.”
Koki flushes a deep red, and looks away. Nakamaru is glad that everyone else has left; he wants to savor this in private. He closes the distance between them and makes a grab for Koki’s chin. For a few moments, Koki tries to keep from making eye contact with Nakamaru, but finally he relents.
“I think it would be fun if I told you what to do for a while. You could struggle, and I would have so much fun wrestling you into submission. I could make it so good for the both of us, and if it were too much you could just say so.”
Nakamaru watches the way Koki’s expression changes from utter embarrassment to intrigue. He smiles a bit, and leans to whisper into Koki’s ear as his fingers stroke along his throat. “I know you want to fight for it and lose.”
Koki’s breath hitches, and Nakamaru can feel it under his fingers. He drops his hand, and steps back to give Koki room to consider his words. Both of them are silent, and Nakamaru waits patiently for Koki to answer. Finally Koki nods.
"What was that?" Nakamaru asks quietly.
"Yes," Koki says, biting his lip but maintaining eye contact with him.
"Good. Why don't you go back to your place; I'll drop by later." Nakamaru turns to gather his things, leaving Koki to his own devices as he leaves. He's got to gather some things.
Hours later, Nakamaru finally heads to Koki's flat. He'd taken a nap, and lingered in the bath, and gotten supplies together. They both have a free day the next day, and Nakamaru fully intends to make use of their time.
Nakamaru has a key, had it for years, and he lets himself in without knocking. Koki is napping on his couch, face pressed against the cushions and one arm dangling off the edge. It's perfect for Nakamaru's intentions. He's quiet as he unlaces his boots in the entryway and drops his bag; he's just as silent as he crosses the room.
For a moment, Nakamaru stands over Koki. Then he reaches out, grabbing a fistful of Koki's hair. Nakamaru yanks it, hard, and Koki's eyes fly open with a start. He looks startled, and rightly so.
“Yucchi--” Koki tries to protest, but he stops when Nakamaru tugs in a wordless order to get up. He shuts his mouth, frowning a bit, and follows Nakamaru back to his room, hunched over from the grip Nakamaru still has on him. It’s only after Nakamaru shoves Koki in the general direction of his bed that he begins to fight back, and Nakamaru easily steps out of the way of the punches he throws.
Nakamaru catches Koki’s arms and pushes back. Koki barely moves, and Nakamaru has to resort to dirty methods. He leans forward and bites at Koki’s jaw; it startles Koki enough for him to trip him and shove him down onto the bed. Nakamaru doesn’t waste any time in clambering up after Koki, and he uses his full weight to pin Koki’s hips to the mattress as he crushes his wrists in both hands.
“You’ll be good now, right?” Nakamaru whispers into Koki’s ear. He leans back to watch as Koki nods. “What was that?”
Koki’s temper flares for a second; Nakamaru can see it in the back of his eyes. It’s only there for a moment, though, and Koki relaxes and slumps beneath him. “Yes,” he says, voice barely a whisper.
“And what will you say if everything is too much?”
“Red,” Koki mumbles, eyes locked on to Nakamaru’s. He stays still when Nakamaru lets go of his hands.
"Good boy." Nakamaru gets up, returning to the living room to retrieve his bag. "Stay," he tosses over his shoulder.
When he returns, bag in hand, Koki is exactly as he left him. His hands are above his head, wrists crossed. He's also still dressed.
"So good. But I need you out of those clothes. Are you going to help me or fight me?" Nakamaru pauses and watches as Koki turns his head. "I wouldn't mind fighting you out of them, to be honest."
Koki visibly shudders, and he swallows before answering. "These clothes are replaceable," is all he says, and Nakamaru is on him. There's a lot of scratching, and elbowing, but finally Nakamaru gets a good grip on Koki's thin t-shirt and it rips as he pulls it over his head. He drops it and goes for the drawstring of Koki's sweatpants, grunting a little when Koki yanks at his hair for a second.
Nakamaru gets his fingers in the waistband, nails dragging along the soft skin of Koki's belly and thighs as he drags them down and off. He stands again, pants held loosely as he surveys the scene. Koki's hair is mussed, and he's starting to sweat a little. There are angry red scratches down his legs, and there's a wild look in his eye as his chest heaves. He looks worked over, and Nakamaru has barely started.
He considers his options. He could go harder and deeper if he had Koki on hands and knees. That would be nice, but it would be even more fun to watch him fall apart. Nakamaru drops Koki's sweats to dig through his bag. He pulls out a set of cuffs, thick sturdy leather, and a short length of chain to run through their buckles and rings.
Koki fights him a little as he buckles the cuffs into place, but the way he bites back a grin lets Nakamaru know he's having just as much fun as he is. Once they're in place, Koki stills and brings his wrists to his face and inhales the scent of the leather. He's practically nuzzling them, and it's quite a sight. Nakamaru allows it for a moment, and then he binds the cuffs together. The chain makes a slithery sort of noise, and Koki seems to enjoy it.
Nakamaru grabs Koki's wrists, the leather warm under his fingers, and holds them down as he crushes their lips together. It isn't very long before they're biting; Nakamaru bites Koki with just the right amount of pressure to make him bleed a little. Koki moans when Nakamaru tongues the blood away.
He doesn't linger long, pulling away after a few moments. Koki whines, past fighting Nakamaru so much. "Let's do something a little different, Koki. Close your eyes for me."
Koki follows his instructions, and Nakamaru continues. "Good."
Nakamaru gets up, trailing his fingers down Koki's side as he turns his attention to his bag. Koki wriggles and laughs a little. "Tickles," he mumbles, and Nakamaru can see the flush spreading down his cheeks.
He makes a pretty picture, and Nakamaru is content to leave Koki like that. Instead, he silently pulls a riding crop he'd pinched from a photoshoot from his bag. Its tip is stiff leather, and Nakamaru knows it will sting. First he drags the tip down the center of Koki's chest, poking at his sides to tickle him more. He allows Koki to get used to the feeling, complacent. Then he pulls back and hits Koki once, lightly. It surprises him and he jumps, but he keeps his eyes shut tight.
Nakamaru keeps flicking his wrist, bringing the crop down progressively harder as he works his way down Koki’s chest and thighs. It’s obvious that he’s trying his best to bite back every noise; his jaw is clenched and the cords of his neck stand out. Finally Nakamaru stops, but not before drawing the crop lightly up Koki’s erection. That gets a strangled yelp, and he laughs a bit.
“How was that?”
He’s silent. Nakamaru makes an impatient noise and asks again. “How was that, Koki? Speak up.”
“It was surprising, and at first it sort of hurt. Then it started to feel good, Yucchi,” he says.
“Really? Are you ready for more, then?”
Koki nods. Nakamaru waits. Koki is silent for a few more moments, and then his mouth drops open when he realizes what Nakamaru wants. This time, he swallows, tongue flicking out to wet his lips before he speaks.
“Yes. I want more, Yucchi, whatever you want. Please, please don’t leave me hanging.”
Nakamaru doesn't move. Koki huffs and opens his eyes. "Please, Yucchi."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me, Yucchi," Koki practically whimpers, and Nakamaru drops his crop in favor of lube. Once he's got it in his hands, Nakamaru clambers onto the bed. Koki lets his legs fall open as wide as he possibly can; Nakamaru appreciates the cooperation. He slicks his fingers and slides one inside Koki right away.
Koki is hot and tight around his finger, and Nakamaru can't wait to feel him clenching around his cock. He adds another finger, curling them in search of the spot that will wrench even more broken noises from Koki.
"Hurry, please," Koki groans, his brow furrowed. Nakamaru scissors his fingers apart for just a few more seconds and then slicks himself. Before he presses inside, Nakamaru throws one of Koki’s legs over his shoulders. Then he leans forward, using his body weight to settle firmly in Koki and nearly bends him in half.
Nakamaru stays still, just to catch his breath for a second, and then finally begins to fuck Koki. He’s slow and measured at first, mostly out of concern to not hurt himself, but soon after he establishes his rhythm, Koki begs for more. Nakamaru smirks, mostly to himself because Koki has still got his eyes closed. Both of them are beginning to sweat, but Nakamaru pays it no mind; he’s more concerned with the noises Koki is making and the way he’s starting to clench around him.
Koki’s hands are still above his head, balled up in fists; Nakamaru shifts and hooks his fingers around the chain holding Koki’s wrists together. He wastes no time in wrapping both of them around his cock with no prompting from Nakamaru. It’s only a couple of strokes before he finishes, muscles tightening around Nakamaru as he gasps.
Nakamaru pumps his hips twice more and stills, his breath catching in his throat. He blinks the sweat from his eyes, and then carefully pulls out. For a moment, Nakamaru leans back and waits for Koki to look at him.
“You okay?” he asks as he unwinds the chain and unbuckles the cuffs. Koki nods as Nakamaru’s thumbs stroke the indentations pressed into his wrists, and Nakamaru sighs a little. “That’s good. None of that was too rough, right?”
“I’m fine,” Koki insists. “I just need to rest for a minute though. I feel like jelly.”
Nakamaru laughs at that, and finds the strength to fully get up and out of bed. “All right then. We’re bathing in a few minutes; once I get my second wind and to the bathroom.”
It’s Koki’s turn to laugh as he says, “You should steal more of our fun props more often.”
Nakamaru definitely plans to do just that.