shady dealings/kink bingo fill
Title: Shady Dealings
Pairing/Group: Yasuda Shota/Ohkura Tadayoshi, Kanjani8
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 920
Summary: Ohkura’s got new insights on dubious deals.
Notes: Written for the confined / caged square of my kink_bingo card, as well as for wintersdancer. :3
Ohkura hadn't really meant anything by saying that Yasu shouldn't be kept in a cage. Really.
Somehow his words had gone from an off-handed comment to an idle thought. The kind of thought that led to a hand down his pants. Only his thoughts of Yasu and cages had gone from Yasu being caged and on display in his living room and had evolved to thoughts of himself in the cage, a mere plaything for Yasu. Yasu would probably be kind; even better if he got a little mean every once in a while.
Hopefully Yasu would never know.
*
Weeks later, Ohkura is sure that he’s quite over his fascination. He’s pretty much forgotten it, at least until he’s crowded into a corner booth at a restaurant with the rest of Kanjani. Then Yasu is very nearly sitting in his lap, and the close quarters have Ohkura remembering his fantasies.
The evening drags on, food and drink seeming to last forever. Of course, the later it gets, the more emphasis on drink occurs, and Ohkura feels less inhibited. Yasu has made himself at home in Ohkura’s lap, and he can’t stop thinking of being confined. Unfortunately, that leads to an awkwardly-timed erection, and Yasu smirks up at him. Thankfully, everyone else is too busy with their own conversations to pay them any mind.
Yasu sits up, leaning so he can whisper into Ohkura’s ear. "Hey, think anyone would notice if I slid under the table? I think there's just enough room for me."
Ohkura shrugs, in what he hopes is a casual sort of way, and hopes that's enough of an answer. It seems to be, until Yasu's hand slips a little and his wrist brushes against the erection that Ohkura had hoped had subsided. It hadn't.
Yasu seems nonplussed, and smiles a little wider at him. “Hah, you were totally thinking of all the things I could be doing down there, weren’t you?”
Ohkura shifts in his seat, looking down at the wood grain of the table. It had suddenly become fascinating. Yasu prods him, a single finger poking into his ribs, and Ohkura squirms away. He takes a deep breath and finally blurts it all out in a rush of breath.
“Actually I was thinking more about me being down there and you up here,” Ohkura mumbles. He’s pretty sure this is one of the most mortifying things he’s ever endured, and he’s done his fair share of embarrassing things.
Yasu looks thoughtful, and that’s much better than Ohkura thought it would go. He glances around at their bandmates, seemingly gauging their levels of inebriation. Then Yasu looks back at him.
"Okay then, let's do it your way." Yasu leans even closer. "If you think you can do it without anyone else realizing it, jerk yourself off while you’re under the table."
“No, I couldn’t,” Ohkura protests. He tries to ignore the little voice in his head that says he could. Yasu just smiles at him, and it’s wearing down his willpower. Maybe he could; the rest of the guys are reaching the point of no return, and even if he gets caught, it wouldn’t be something they’d never seen before. It would just be... more public.
“What if I gave you a prize later? I’m not much into exhibition at the moment, so it’d have to wait until we’re behind closed doors.”
Yasu drives a hard bargain, and Ohkura stops trying to rationalize things. He nods, glances around the table furtively, and pretends to have dropped his phone under the table. Without hesitation, he slides off of his seat and into the floor. Ohkura steadfastly ignores all of the possible things that have spilled there, even though he’s pretty sure he’s about to add to it.
If he cranes his neck just right, Ohkura can see the way Yasu is looking down at him. It isn’t obvious to the others, he thinks; Yasu’s smile is promising, and it even looks like he’s engaging in conversation instead of watching Ohkura unfasten his trousers.
It takes Ohkura a few moments to get a hand around himself, and he’s almost too nervous to do much else, but then he remembers Yasu’s promise. Usually he likes to take things slow, but just the danger of getting found out has his hand flying up and down his cock, and Ohkura bites his lip to keep from making any noise, though he’s pretty sure the din of the restaurant as well as his bandmates’ conversation drowns out any sounds he might make.
He strokes himself harder, careful to not upset the table or elbow anyone’s shins, and Ohkura comes shamefully fast. Closing his eyes, he lets go, hoping the he doesn’t make too much of a mess of his clothes, or, god forbid, anyone else’s. It’s the thought of complete and utter mortification that does him in, and Ohkura is surprised to learn this fact about himself.
Yasu casually drops a napkin into his lap, a quick glance down signaling Ohkura to use it to clean up. He snatches it, wiping himself dry and attempting to get the stickiness off of his hands before he drops the spent napkin into the floor. Quickly he rights his clothes and emerges from beneath the table. Ohkura feels like he’s just about ready for a cat nap, resting his head in one hand as he grins at Yasu.
It looks like no one noticed, and the promise in Yasu’s smile is worth the risk.
Pairing/Group: Yasuda Shota/Ohkura Tadayoshi, Kanjani8
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 920
Summary: Ohkura’s got new insights on dubious deals.
Notes: Written for the confined / caged square of my kink_bingo card, as well as for wintersdancer. :3
Ohkura hadn't really meant anything by saying that Yasu shouldn't be kept in a cage. Really.
Somehow his words had gone from an off-handed comment to an idle thought. The kind of thought that led to a hand down his pants. Only his thoughts of Yasu and cages had gone from Yasu being caged and on display in his living room and had evolved to thoughts of himself in the cage, a mere plaything for Yasu. Yasu would probably be kind; even better if he got a little mean every once in a while.
Hopefully Yasu would never know.
*
Weeks later, Ohkura is sure that he’s quite over his fascination. He’s pretty much forgotten it, at least until he’s crowded into a corner booth at a restaurant with the rest of Kanjani. Then Yasu is very nearly sitting in his lap, and the close quarters have Ohkura remembering his fantasies.
The evening drags on, food and drink seeming to last forever. Of course, the later it gets, the more emphasis on drink occurs, and Ohkura feels less inhibited. Yasu has made himself at home in Ohkura’s lap, and he can’t stop thinking of being confined. Unfortunately, that leads to an awkwardly-timed erection, and Yasu smirks up at him. Thankfully, everyone else is too busy with their own conversations to pay them any mind.
Yasu sits up, leaning so he can whisper into Ohkura’s ear. "Hey, think anyone would notice if I slid under the table? I think there's just enough room for me."
Ohkura shrugs, in what he hopes is a casual sort of way, and hopes that's enough of an answer. It seems to be, until Yasu's hand slips a little and his wrist brushes against the erection that Ohkura had hoped had subsided. It hadn't.
Yasu seems nonplussed, and smiles a little wider at him. “Hah, you were totally thinking of all the things I could be doing down there, weren’t you?”
Ohkura shifts in his seat, looking down at the wood grain of the table. It had suddenly become fascinating. Yasu prods him, a single finger poking into his ribs, and Ohkura squirms away. He takes a deep breath and finally blurts it all out in a rush of breath.
“Actually I was thinking more about me being down there and you up here,” Ohkura mumbles. He’s pretty sure this is one of the most mortifying things he’s ever endured, and he’s done his fair share of embarrassing things.
Yasu looks thoughtful, and that’s much better than Ohkura thought it would go. He glances around at their bandmates, seemingly gauging their levels of inebriation. Then Yasu looks back at him.
"Okay then, let's do it your way." Yasu leans even closer. "If you think you can do it without anyone else realizing it, jerk yourself off while you’re under the table."
“No, I couldn’t,” Ohkura protests. He tries to ignore the little voice in his head that says he could. Yasu just smiles at him, and it’s wearing down his willpower. Maybe he could; the rest of the guys are reaching the point of no return, and even if he gets caught, it wouldn’t be something they’d never seen before. It would just be... more public.
“What if I gave you a prize later? I’m not much into exhibition at the moment, so it’d have to wait until we’re behind closed doors.”
Yasu drives a hard bargain, and Ohkura stops trying to rationalize things. He nods, glances around the table furtively, and pretends to have dropped his phone under the table. Without hesitation, he slides off of his seat and into the floor. Ohkura steadfastly ignores all of the possible things that have spilled there, even though he’s pretty sure he’s about to add to it.
If he cranes his neck just right, Ohkura can see the way Yasu is looking down at him. It isn’t obvious to the others, he thinks; Yasu’s smile is promising, and it even looks like he’s engaging in conversation instead of watching Ohkura unfasten his trousers.
It takes Ohkura a few moments to get a hand around himself, and he’s almost too nervous to do much else, but then he remembers Yasu’s promise. Usually he likes to take things slow, but just the danger of getting found out has his hand flying up and down his cock, and Ohkura bites his lip to keep from making any noise, though he’s pretty sure the din of the restaurant as well as his bandmates’ conversation drowns out any sounds he might make.
He strokes himself harder, careful to not upset the table or elbow anyone’s shins, and Ohkura comes shamefully fast. Closing his eyes, he lets go, hoping the he doesn’t make too much of a mess of his clothes, or, god forbid, anyone else’s. It’s the thought of complete and utter mortification that does him in, and Ohkura is surprised to learn this fact about himself.
Yasu casually drops a napkin into his lap, a quick glance down signaling Ohkura to use it to clean up. He snatches it, wiping himself dry and attempting to get the stickiness off of his hands before he drops the spent napkin into the floor. Quickly he rights his clothes and emerges from beneath the table. Ohkura feels like he’s just about ready for a cat nap, resting his head in one hand as he grins at Yasu.
It looks like no one noticed, and the promise in Yasu’s smile is worth the risk.