like a.../kink bingo fill
Title: Like A...
Pairing/Group: Kamenashi Kazuya/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 1188
Summary: It's almost like being touched for the very first time.
Notes: Written for mrs_koki, using the virginity / celibacy square of my kink bingo card.
It's been a long time since they've had free time at the same time, and Koki is going to take full advantage of it. Sure, they're technically still working, but for now the cameras are gone and they're on the beach and they have free time. They've also got a hotel room.
"Kame-chan," Koki whispers, grabbing his wrist. "Let's go somewhere private." He hopes his urgency isn't too obvious.
Kame looks at him for a moment, expression blank. He finally nods, and Koki's chest unclenches. He didn't know he'd been holding his breath.
He's too busy trying to calm his nerves to move any further, so Kame gently pulls his wrist out of Koki's grasp and takes him by the hand. He leans in close as he steers them back to the room, his breath hot against Koki's ear.
"You're so cute when you're flustered. It's almost like I'm about to bed a virgin."
Koki can feel himself reddening, and it doesn't help that he trips over his words when he tries to tell Kame to shut up. The idea is intriguing, though, and Kame has a wicked sort of look in his eyes.
"We could pretend, you know. You're doing the blushing part well enough, and I'd take good care of you, Koki."
That isn't quite what Koki had in mind, but it's a good idea. "Okay," he says, squeezing Kame's hand. He lets Kame lead them back to the room, butterflies that he hasn't felt in a long time fluttering in his stomach. Once they get there, Kame sneaks a hand into his pocket, groping him before grabbing the keycard. Koki gasps in surprise; Kame looks cool and collected.
It's almost unfair, but then Kame has the door open, holding it for Koki. He's nervous for some reason, but then he's distracted by Kame's hands running down his sides and under the hem of his t-shirt.
Rough fingers slide to the buckle of Koki’s belt, stopping a moment to fondle the barbell in his bellybutton. They don’t linger long before Kame starts steering him toward the bed as he unfastens it and his button and zipper, and by the time they’re standing next to it, he’s got Koki’s pants open.
“Let me make you feel good,” Kame whispers against the side of Koki’s neck. He nods, and Kame pushes his pants and boxers down all at once.
Koki attempts to assist, but Kame pushes his hands away from his scarf. He kicks off his sneakers, at least, before stepping out of his pants, and by the time he’s done that, he’s down to just his shirt. Kame’s fingers ghost up his sides again as they pull it up and over his head.
The air is cool in the room, and Koki shivers a little before flinging the bedspread back and crawling under the covers. Somehow, he feels a little shy; he peers through his eyelashes as Kame strips out of his own jeans and shirt. Before he joins Koki, he digs in one of his pockets and retrieves his wallet. Koki watches as he pulls out a condom and packet of lube.
Kame climbs into bed, facing Koki. He cups Koki’s face with one hand, holding him in place as he leans forward to kiss him. It’s slow and gentle, and Koki sighs a little as he parts his lips for Kame’s tongue. Tentatively, Koki rests one hand against Kame’s side.
“Don’t be scared.” Kame breaks the kiss to whisper against Koki’s lips, and then pushes him onto his back. He follows, straddling Koki’s hips. That emboldens Koki, and he reaches up to pull Kame down for another kiss. He laughs into it, and then works his way down Koki’s neck.
It tickles a bit, and Koki giggles a little. He flushes red when he realizes it, but Kame’s only reaction is to mutter cute from the vicinity of his navel. Koki chokes then, because Kame’s breath is warm on him, and in the next second, his tongue is tracing along the vein running along the underside of his cock.
Koki buries his fists in the sheets, too busy trying to focus on the linens in his grasp. He dares to glance down, and Kame is looking right back at him, lips still wrapped around him. A few seconds later, he backs off, allowing Koki to fall from his lips. They’re pink and a little swollen, and they curve up into a grin.
“You ready?”
Koki nods, butterflies still swarming in his stomach.
“Good.” Kame gently presses against the insides of Koki’s thighs, spreading them apart. There’s a quiet crinkle of foil, and then a slick finger eases against his rim. Koki whines, and Kame shushes him. “You’ll be fine; just relax.”
Koki does his best; a few moments later, another finger joins the first. He gulps, his own fingers scrabbling against the sheets, when they breach his resistance, but after the initial strangeness, it begins to feel good. Kame’s fingers slowly work him open, and Koki cries out when they brush against something deep inside him.
“Oh,” Koki mumbles, and Kame chuckles. Kame’s fingers deliberately aim for it for a little longer, and then he withdraws.
Koki’s ready to protest when Kame rips open the condom packet. He shuts his mouth and watches avidly as Kame rolls it on and uses the last bit of lube to slick himself. He nods when Kame hooks one of his legs over his arm as he leans forward again. The head of Kame’s cock is a little thicker than his fingers, and Koki lets out a deep breath as Kame guides himself in.
It burns at first, and Koki hisses, but Kame’s fingers are gentle as they comb his hair out of his face. He leans into the touch, and nods again when he’s ready. Kame pulls out slowly, and slides back in at the same speed, and soon enough, Koki is ready for more. “Faster,” he murmurs, and Kame obliges. Each thrust shakes him to the core, and Koki isn’t sure how much more he can take.
“I want to watch you fall apart,” Kame pants. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Koki groans in response, untangling a hand from the sheets. His fingers are too dry, but he doesn’t really care; he’s so close he can almost taste it. He jerks himself off roughly, completely different from the steady pace Kame’s set. It feels like Kame is having a harder time pushing in; Koki is having a hard time controlling his rhythm, and too soon his orgasm overtakes him.
Koki cries out as it hits. White noise seems to fill his head and strangely enough, his eyes as well. Vaguely, he can still feel Kame thrusting into him, almost slamming him against the headboard. Moments later, Kame stills, slumping forward onto him before carefully pulling out.
They lay tangled together for a few moments, catching their breath. Finally, Kame looks up at Koki.
“So, how was your first time?” Kame grins, and Koki laughs as he pushes him away.
Pairing/Group: Kamenashi Kazuya/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 1188
Summary: It's almost like being touched for the very first time.
Notes: Written for mrs_koki, using the virginity / celibacy square of my kink bingo card.
It's been a long time since they've had free time at the same time, and Koki is going to take full advantage of it. Sure, they're technically still working, but for now the cameras are gone and they're on the beach and they have free time. They've also got a hotel room.
"Kame-chan," Koki whispers, grabbing his wrist. "Let's go somewhere private." He hopes his urgency isn't too obvious.
Kame looks at him for a moment, expression blank. He finally nods, and Koki's chest unclenches. He didn't know he'd been holding his breath.
He's too busy trying to calm his nerves to move any further, so Kame gently pulls his wrist out of Koki's grasp and takes him by the hand. He leans in close as he steers them back to the room, his breath hot against Koki's ear.
"You're so cute when you're flustered. It's almost like I'm about to bed a virgin."
Koki can feel himself reddening, and it doesn't help that he trips over his words when he tries to tell Kame to shut up. The idea is intriguing, though, and Kame has a wicked sort of look in his eyes.
"We could pretend, you know. You're doing the blushing part well enough, and I'd take good care of you, Koki."
That isn't quite what Koki had in mind, but it's a good idea. "Okay," he says, squeezing Kame's hand. He lets Kame lead them back to the room, butterflies that he hasn't felt in a long time fluttering in his stomach. Once they get there, Kame sneaks a hand into his pocket, groping him before grabbing the keycard. Koki gasps in surprise; Kame looks cool and collected.
It's almost unfair, but then Kame has the door open, holding it for Koki. He's nervous for some reason, but then he's distracted by Kame's hands running down his sides and under the hem of his t-shirt.
Rough fingers slide to the buckle of Koki’s belt, stopping a moment to fondle the barbell in his bellybutton. They don’t linger long before Kame starts steering him toward the bed as he unfastens it and his button and zipper, and by the time they’re standing next to it, he’s got Koki’s pants open.
“Let me make you feel good,” Kame whispers against the side of Koki’s neck. He nods, and Kame pushes his pants and boxers down all at once.
Koki attempts to assist, but Kame pushes his hands away from his scarf. He kicks off his sneakers, at least, before stepping out of his pants, and by the time he’s done that, he’s down to just his shirt. Kame’s fingers ghost up his sides again as they pull it up and over his head.
The air is cool in the room, and Koki shivers a little before flinging the bedspread back and crawling under the covers. Somehow, he feels a little shy; he peers through his eyelashes as Kame strips out of his own jeans and shirt. Before he joins Koki, he digs in one of his pockets and retrieves his wallet. Koki watches as he pulls out a condom and packet of lube.
Kame climbs into bed, facing Koki. He cups Koki’s face with one hand, holding him in place as he leans forward to kiss him. It’s slow and gentle, and Koki sighs a little as he parts his lips for Kame’s tongue. Tentatively, Koki rests one hand against Kame’s side.
“Don’t be scared.” Kame breaks the kiss to whisper against Koki’s lips, and then pushes him onto his back. He follows, straddling Koki’s hips. That emboldens Koki, and he reaches up to pull Kame down for another kiss. He laughs into it, and then works his way down Koki’s neck.
It tickles a bit, and Koki giggles a little. He flushes red when he realizes it, but Kame’s only reaction is to mutter cute from the vicinity of his navel. Koki chokes then, because Kame’s breath is warm on him, and in the next second, his tongue is tracing along the vein running along the underside of his cock.
Koki buries his fists in the sheets, too busy trying to focus on the linens in his grasp. He dares to glance down, and Kame is looking right back at him, lips still wrapped around him. A few seconds later, he backs off, allowing Koki to fall from his lips. They’re pink and a little swollen, and they curve up into a grin.
“You ready?”
Koki nods, butterflies still swarming in his stomach.
“Good.” Kame gently presses against the insides of Koki’s thighs, spreading them apart. There’s a quiet crinkle of foil, and then a slick finger eases against his rim. Koki whines, and Kame shushes him. “You’ll be fine; just relax.”
Koki does his best; a few moments later, another finger joins the first. He gulps, his own fingers scrabbling against the sheets, when they breach his resistance, but after the initial strangeness, it begins to feel good. Kame’s fingers slowly work him open, and Koki cries out when they brush against something deep inside him.
“Oh,” Koki mumbles, and Kame chuckles. Kame’s fingers deliberately aim for it for a little longer, and then he withdraws.
Koki’s ready to protest when Kame rips open the condom packet. He shuts his mouth and watches avidly as Kame rolls it on and uses the last bit of lube to slick himself. He nods when Kame hooks one of his legs over his arm as he leans forward again. The head of Kame’s cock is a little thicker than his fingers, and Koki lets out a deep breath as Kame guides himself in.
It burns at first, and Koki hisses, but Kame’s fingers are gentle as they comb his hair out of his face. He leans into the touch, and nods again when he’s ready. Kame pulls out slowly, and slides back in at the same speed, and soon enough, Koki is ready for more. “Faster,” he murmurs, and Kame obliges. Each thrust shakes him to the core, and Koki isn’t sure how much more he can take.
“I want to watch you fall apart,” Kame pants. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Koki groans in response, untangling a hand from the sheets. His fingers are too dry, but he doesn’t really care; he’s so close he can almost taste it. He jerks himself off roughly, completely different from the steady pace Kame’s set. It feels like Kame is having a harder time pushing in; Koki is having a hard time controlling his rhythm, and too soon his orgasm overtakes him.
Koki cries out as it hits. White noise seems to fill his head and strangely enough, his eyes as well. Vaguely, he can still feel Kame thrusting into him, almost slamming him against the headboard. Moments later, Kame stills, slumping forward onto him before carefully pulling out.
They lay tangled together for a few moments, catching their breath. Finally, Kame looks up at Koki.
“So, how was your first time?” Kame grins, and Koki laughs as he pushes him away.