heavy petting/kink bingo fill
Title: Heavy Petting
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki/Taguchi Junnosuke
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 580
Summary: It’s an interruption of their usual routine.
Notes: Written for the plushie or furry kink square of my kink_bingo card. Hopefully this works well.
It was Thursday, and Thursday nights were agreed upon between Nakamaru and Junno to be their weekly video gaming session. It had been a long week, too, and Nakamaru was glad for the simple companionship.
He unlocked the door (after sorting through all of the keys he’d been entrusted with over the years), wondering why anyone would watch animal documentaries at such a loud volume.
Later, Nakamaru would tell himself that he hadn’t made such an unflattering noise when he’d discovered what exactly was happening.
At least it wasn’t an actual animal, given Junno’s track record with plants.
As Nakamaru stood dumbfounded in the entryway, door barely shut behind him, he noticed two things. The first: the television was off, and second: Junno was the source of the noise. Junno had a pair of puppy ears (black and pointy) perched on his head, a collar with a lead attached to it buckled around his neck, and if Nakamaru’s eyes weren’t deceiving him, a matching puppy tail peeking out of the back of his jeans. Koki was curled up on the couch, one hand holding the end of the lead and the other petting Junno’s puppy ears.
Nakamaru had thought Kazuya was making up that story about Junno being one of Koki’s numerous pets.
“It’s Thursday,” was all he could think to say. He still had his boots on.
Both Junno and Koki’s mouths dropped into ridiculous expressions of shock. They started talking at once. “It is Thursday--”
“Yucchi, I am so sorry--”
Nakamaru held a hand up to cease the cacophony. “It’s okay.” He looked between both of them, and finally kicked his boots off. “May I?”
He wasn’t sure why he did it, but he shuffled forward, socks slippery against the hardwood floor. Nakamaru looked down at Junno, and then to Koki. His hand hovered until Koki nodded, and Junno simply beamed at him. Nakamaru carefully lowered his hand to Junno’s hair, scratching at his ears.
Nakamaru hadn’t thought it was possible for a human to make such a canine noise of contentment, but apparently it was. He had to admit, it was a little strange, but soothing as well. Koki cleared his throat, getting Nakamaru’s attention and patting the sofa next to him. “Come sit, Yucchi.”
Nakamaru did as he was told, taking the end of the lead from him. Junno crawled closer to him, content to lean against his legs. Koki stayed nestled in his corner of the sofa. That, however, was too far for Nakamaru’s tastes, so he reached to coax him closer.
It took a few minutes, but finally Koki was curled against Nakamaru’s side and leaning in his lap. Before he knew it, Nakamaru had his free hand in Koki’s hair, petting him behind his ears. “Nekoki,” he whispered, laughing when one of Koki’s hands smacked at him. Junno looked thrilled at the idea, and a little stricken that he hadn’t said it.
“Seriously, Koki,” Nakamaru said. “Black kitty ears and a matching tail; you’ve already got the temperament down. Besides, I think you’d look good. Right, Junno?”
“Yes!” Junno practically shouted. Koki looked a bit shifty, but finally nodded his agreement.
That was how Thursdays changed from video game sessions to time with his pets. Nakamaru really did enjoy the simple companionship, even the times that things got out of hand and unruly. Nothing that a rolled-up newspaper, or a quick flick of water from his fingers couldn’t handle.
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki/Taguchi Junnosuke
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 580
Summary: It’s an interruption of their usual routine.
Notes: Written for the plushie or furry kink square of my kink_bingo card. Hopefully this works well.
It was Thursday, and Thursday nights were agreed upon between Nakamaru and Junno to be their weekly video gaming session. It had been a long week, too, and Nakamaru was glad for the simple companionship.
He unlocked the door (after sorting through all of the keys he’d been entrusted with over the years), wondering why anyone would watch animal documentaries at such a loud volume.
Later, Nakamaru would tell himself that he hadn’t made such an unflattering noise when he’d discovered what exactly was happening.
At least it wasn’t an actual animal, given Junno’s track record with plants.
As Nakamaru stood dumbfounded in the entryway, door barely shut behind him, he noticed two things. The first: the television was off, and second: Junno was the source of the noise. Junno had a pair of puppy ears (black and pointy) perched on his head, a collar with a lead attached to it buckled around his neck, and if Nakamaru’s eyes weren’t deceiving him, a matching puppy tail peeking out of the back of his jeans. Koki was curled up on the couch, one hand holding the end of the lead and the other petting Junno’s puppy ears.
Nakamaru had thought Kazuya was making up that story about Junno being one of Koki’s numerous pets.
“It’s Thursday,” was all he could think to say. He still had his boots on.
Both Junno and Koki’s mouths dropped into ridiculous expressions of shock. They started talking at once. “It is Thursday--”
“Yucchi, I am so sorry--”
Nakamaru held a hand up to cease the cacophony. “It’s okay.” He looked between both of them, and finally kicked his boots off. “May I?”
He wasn’t sure why he did it, but he shuffled forward, socks slippery against the hardwood floor. Nakamaru looked down at Junno, and then to Koki. His hand hovered until Koki nodded, and Junno simply beamed at him. Nakamaru carefully lowered his hand to Junno’s hair, scratching at his ears.
Nakamaru hadn’t thought it was possible for a human to make such a canine noise of contentment, but apparently it was. He had to admit, it was a little strange, but soothing as well. Koki cleared his throat, getting Nakamaru’s attention and patting the sofa next to him. “Come sit, Yucchi.”
Nakamaru did as he was told, taking the end of the lead from him. Junno crawled closer to him, content to lean against his legs. Koki stayed nestled in his corner of the sofa. That, however, was too far for Nakamaru’s tastes, so he reached to coax him closer.
It took a few minutes, but finally Koki was curled against Nakamaru’s side and leaning in his lap. Before he knew it, Nakamaru had his free hand in Koki’s hair, petting him behind his ears. “Nekoki,” he whispered, laughing when one of Koki’s hands smacked at him. Junno looked thrilled at the idea, and a little stricken that he hadn’t said it.
“Seriously, Koki,” Nakamaru said. “Black kitty ears and a matching tail; you’ve already got the temperament down. Besides, I think you’d look good. Right, Junno?”
“Yes!” Junno practically shouted. Koki looked a bit shifty, but finally nodded his agreement.
That was how Thursdays changed from video game sessions to time with his pets. Nakamaru really did enjoy the simple companionship, even the times that things got out of hand and unruly. Nothing that a rolled-up newspaper, or a quick flick of water from his fingers couldn’t handle.