fun in the sun
Title: Fun in the Sun
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Ueda Tatsuya/Taguchi Junnosuke/Kamenashi Kazuya/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17-- gangbang, dp, pearly jewelry
Word Count: 1370
Summary: Not exactly a day off, but close enough.
Notes: Originally posted here.
Filming is over and all of KAT-TUN are finally left to their own devices. The breeze is cool and there's still orangey-pale sunlight warming the sand; the first few stars have yet to come out.
"Let's fuck around," Koki announces. Everyone simply stares at him, until Ueda breaks the silence.
"What? Like right here? I can already hear you bitching about sand in your ass crack."
The rest of them shrug in agreement after glancing at each other.
Koki casts about, frowning a bit. "There's the car?"
Junno looks at it, and then back at Koki. He elbows Nakamaru and they seem to have a silent conversation.
"The seats fold down... and it does give me plenty of room," Junno finally says. Koki grins; he can almost taste his victory.
Kame shrugs again, pushing his giant sunglasses up his nose. "Well, if you don't care if someone sees, then I don't care."
Without a word, Nakamaru unlocks the car. He and Junno fold down the back seat and open the hatch while Koki begins shucking off his clothes. Before he can completely cast his bandanna away, Ueda grabs it. “You never know. We might be needing this.”
“Yeah, just because you suggested it doesn’t mean you get to be in charge,” Kame adds. He’s got both hands under Koki’s shirt and pulls it up as he speaks. Once he drops it, he helps Koki unbuckle his pants.
“How are we gonna do this?” Junno asks once Koki’s fully undressed. They’re standing around him, almost as if they’re hungry dogs and he’s their next meal. Koki can’t help shivering in the evening air.
“I’ll go first.” Nakamaru finally speaks. He walks Koki backwards to the car, and presses against his chest to urge him to lie back. Kame picks up Koki’s discarded pants and goes through his pockets until he finds the little bottle of lube that he takes everywhere.
Nakamaru hasn’t even got the bottle in his hands before Koki starts to stroke himself, legs spread wide.
“Now, now, Koki,” Ueda says. “None of that! You’ll wait till we’ve had our fun.” He squeezes past Nakamaru to grab Koki’s wrists; Junno leans in through one of the open side doors to help tie them together. Nakamaru tsks as he slides a slick finger along Koki’s crease, easing his legs wider before teasing his rim.
He’s content to keep doing this as long as he can; the only thing that influences him to go faster is Ueda’s audible impatience. The next time Ueda shifts in the corner of his eye, Nakamaru slips two fingers into Koki, impassive as he works them in and out.
Koki whines, trying his best to arch into the touch. Nakamaru smacks the inside of one thigh, muttering. "You'll take what we give you when we give it to you, and you'll enjoy it."
For a second, Koki is stunned into stillness. He nods, and Nakamaru smiles down at him as he adds a third finger.
"I wanna give Koki something nice," Ueda whispers into Nakamaru's ear, barely loud enough for everyone to hear. "Maybe a necklace."
“By all means.” Nakamaru takes his fingers away, absently wiping them on the upholstery next to Koki’s side, and takes his time unzipping his pants before replacing his fingers with his dick. Koki sighs a little as he’s filled, eyes closing in near-bliss. While Nakamaru allows Koki to adjust, Ueda unfastens his pants and drops them before climbing into the car and on top of Koki.
He gets to watch as Koki’s eyes fly open in surprise. Once that’s passed, Koki brings his hands down, helping Ueda stroke himself to full hardness. Ueda bats his hands away once he’s ready, and Koki licks his lips a little before Ueda slips partway into his mouth.
“Go,” he whispers, and Nakamaru eases out as Ueda shoves in. They start out slow, allowing Koki to get used to them before speeding up. His hands clench into fists, fingernails digging crescents into his palms, and all of his little noises are muffled by Ueda’s cock.
Junno and Kame watch, eyeing each other. “Wanna share?” Junno finally asks, gaze sliding back to the proceedings in front of them.
“Of course,” Kame says, a hand in one pocket as he adjusts himself.
A sharp cry grabs their attention; Ueda is frozen, back arched. He moves away after a few moments, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Koki’s gasping for breath, face red and lips a little swollen. A pearly string of semen splatters his neck and chin.
Nakamaru’s thrusts speed up, one hand holding the base of Koki’s cock. At the last second, he pulls out, spilling across the backs of Koki’s thighs with a wheeze. He shakily puts his pants back into some semblance of order and sinks onto the grass to watch. Ueda joins him, grabbing his pants as an afterthought, making room for the rest of them.
Junno drops his pants and practically pounces, resting his back against one of the walls. He pulls Koki to his lap, chest pressed to his back, and Kame crawls in, settling on his knees in front of them. He pushes his jeans down and off, leaving them in a heap behind himself.
Koki is impatient as he wriggles in their hold; he complains when Junno holds out a hand for Kame to slick.
“Hush,” Junno murmurs against the side of his neck. “We don’t want to break you too much.” Kame nods solemnly, drizzling lube into the palm of his hand.
Junno leans Koki forward a bit as he slides his hand under one thigh. At once, he slips two fingers into him; he’s mostly loose, but it won’t hurt to stretch just a bit more. Kame adds his own, and Koki arches. He manages to get three fingers in, and he smirks over Koki’s shoulder. “Ready?” he asks Junno.
Instead of answering, Junno pulls his hand away, using it to guide himself into Koki while his other arm holds him upright. He nods at Kame once he’s settled, and then it’s a slow slide for him to join them. Koki is completely full, his breaths ragged as he tries to remember how to breathe. Finally, he raises his head, voice rough as he looks Kame in the eyes.
“Go.”
Kame eases out first, biting his lip as he presses against Junno on the way back in. Then it’s Junno’s turn, slow and careful. It isn’t very long before they’re fucking Koki as hard as they can, though, and it’s only a matter of time before he’s reduced to monosyllables and throaty gasps, his arms looped around Kame’s neck.
Junno wraps his still-slick fingers around Koki’s cock. He jerks him roughly, completely off rhythm, unable to resist the urge to bite down on Koki’s neck. That sets him off, shuddering between them, and Junno and Kame both groan at the same time. He’s too tight; the way Koki’s inner muscles squeeze them sends first Kame, and then Junno, over the edge.
Weakly, Kame pulls out first, his and Junno’s loads dripping down Koki’s thighs. He grabs for Koki’s hands, untying the bandanna and throwing it aside. Junno is careful as he lets go of Koki, gently easing him down onto the rough carpeting of the car floor.
“I don’t think I can move,” Koki mumbles.
Nakamaru laughs. “You know we can’t leave you here; looks like we’ll just have to drag you back to the hotel.”
“Besides,” Junno adds, “surely you know what it would look like if we just dropped you somewhere, all messy.”
“How much do you love this scarf-thing?” Ueda asks, finally pulling his own clothes into some order.
“No,” Koki whines. “Just use my t-shirt.”
Kame is the first to move once Nakamaru throws it in their direction. “Just think, Koki, once we get you fixed up and back, we’ll take good care of you. Run you a bath and all that.” Koki nods sleepily, content to lie there.
The sun has fully set, and the stars are beginning to twinkle. “I like it when we get to do this,” Koki murmurs, and everyone else silently agrees.
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Ueda Tatsuya/Taguchi Junnosuke/Kamenashi Kazuya/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17-- gangbang, dp, pearly jewelry
Word Count: 1370
Summary: Not exactly a day off, but close enough.
Notes: Originally posted here.
Filming is over and all of KAT-TUN are finally left to their own devices. The breeze is cool and there's still orangey-pale sunlight warming the sand; the first few stars have yet to come out.
"Let's fuck around," Koki announces. Everyone simply stares at him, until Ueda breaks the silence.
"What? Like right here? I can already hear you bitching about sand in your ass crack."
The rest of them shrug in agreement after glancing at each other.
Koki casts about, frowning a bit. "There's the car?"
Junno looks at it, and then back at Koki. He elbows Nakamaru and they seem to have a silent conversation.
"The seats fold down... and it does give me plenty of room," Junno finally says. Koki grins; he can almost taste his victory.
Kame shrugs again, pushing his giant sunglasses up his nose. "Well, if you don't care if someone sees, then I don't care."
Without a word, Nakamaru unlocks the car. He and Junno fold down the back seat and open the hatch while Koki begins shucking off his clothes. Before he can completely cast his bandanna away, Ueda grabs it. “You never know. We might be needing this.”
“Yeah, just because you suggested it doesn’t mean you get to be in charge,” Kame adds. He’s got both hands under Koki’s shirt and pulls it up as he speaks. Once he drops it, he helps Koki unbuckle his pants.
“How are we gonna do this?” Junno asks once Koki’s fully undressed. They’re standing around him, almost as if they’re hungry dogs and he’s their next meal. Koki can’t help shivering in the evening air.
“I’ll go first.” Nakamaru finally speaks. He walks Koki backwards to the car, and presses against his chest to urge him to lie back. Kame picks up Koki’s discarded pants and goes through his pockets until he finds the little bottle of lube that he takes everywhere.
Nakamaru hasn’t even got the bottle in his hands before Koki starts to stroke himself, legs spread wide.
“Now, now, Koki,” Ueda says. “None of that! You’ll wait till we’ve had our fun.” He squeezes past Nakamaru to grab Koki’s wrists; Junno leans in through one of the open side doors to help tie them together. Nakamaru tsks as he slides a slick finger along Koki’s crease, easing his legs wider before teasing his rim.
He’s content to keep doing this as long as he can; the only thing that influences him to go faster is Ueda’s audible impatience. The next time Ueda shifts in the corner of his eye, Nakamaru slips two fingers into Koki, impassive as he works them in and out.
Koki whines, trying his best to arch into the touch. Nakamaru smacks the inside of one thigh, muttering. "You'll take what we give you when we give it to you, and you'll enjoy it."
For a second, Koki is stunned into stillness. He nods, and Nakamaru smiles down at him as he adds a third finger.
"I wanna give Koki something nice," Ueda whispers into Nakamaru's ear, barely loud enough for everyone to hear. "Maybe a necklace."
“By all means.” Nakamaru takes his fingers away, absently wiping them on the upholstery next to Koki’s side, and takes his time unzipping his pants before replacing his fingers with his dick. Koki sighs a little as he’s filled, eyes closing in near-bliss. While Nakamaru allows Koki to adjust, Ueda unfastens his pants and drops them before climbing into the car and on top of Koki.
He gets to watch as Koki’s eyes fly open in surprise. Once that’s passed, Koki brings his hands down, helping Ueda stroke himself to full hardness. Ueda bats his hands away once he’s ready, and Koki licks his lips a little before Ueda slips partway into his mouth.
“Go,” he whispers, and Nakamaru eases out as Ueda shoves in. They start out slow, allowing Koki to get used to them before speeding up. His hands clench into fists, fingernails digging crescents into his palms, and all of his little noises are muffled by Ueda’s cock.
Junno and Kame watch, eyeing each other. “Wanna share?” Junno finally asks, gaze sliding back to the proceedings in front of them.
“Of course,” Kame says, a hand in one pocket as he adjusts himself.
A sharp cry grabs their attention; Ueda is frozen, back arched. He moves away after a few moments, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Koki’s gasping for breath, face red and lips a little swollen. A pearly string of semen splatters his neck and chin.
Nakamaru’s thrusts speed up, one hand holding the base of Koki’s cock. At the last second, he pulls out, spilling across the backs of Koki’s thighs with a wheeze. He shakily puts his pants back into some semblance of order and sinks onto the grass to watch. Ueda joins him, grabbing his pants as an afterthought, making room for the rest of them.
Junno drops his pants and practically pounces, resting his back against one of the walls. He pulls Koki to his lap, chest pressed to his back, and Kame crawls in, settling on his knees in front of them. He pushes his jeans down and off, leaving them in a heap behind himself.
Koki is impatient as he wriggles in their hold; he complains when Junno holds out a hand for Kame to slick.
“Hush,” Junno murmurs against the side of his neck. “We don’t want to break you too much.” Kame nods solemnly, drizzling lube into the palm of his hand.
Junno leans Koki forward a bit as he slides his hand under one thigh. At once, he slips two fingers into him; he’s mostly loose, but it won’t hurt to stretch just a bit more. Kame adds his own, and Koki arches. He manages to get three fingers in, and he smirks over Koki’s shoulder. “Ready?” he asks Junno.
Instead of answering, Junno pulls his hand away, using it to guide himself into Koki while his other arm holds him upright. He nods at Kame once he’s settled, and then it’s a slow slide for him to join them. Koki is completely full, his breaths ragged as he tries to remember how to breathe. Finally, he raises his head, voice rough as he looks Kame in the eyes.
“Go.”
Kame eases out first, biting his lip as he presses against Junno on the way back in. Then it’s Junno’s turn, slow and careful. It isn’t very long before they’re fucking Koki as hard as they can, though, and it’s only a matter of time before he’s reduced to monosyllables and throaty gasps, his arms looped around Kame’s neck.
Junno wraps his still-slick fingers around Koki’s cock. He jerks him roughly, completely off rhythm, unable to resist the urge to bite down on Koki’s neck. That sets him off, shuddering between them, and Junno and Kame both groan at the same time. He’s too tight; the way Koki’s inner muscles squeeze them sends first Kame, and then Junno, over the edge.
Weakly, Kame pulls out first, his and Junno’s loads dripping down Koki’s thighs. He grabs for Koki’s hands, untying the bandanna and throwing it aside. Junno is careful as he lets go of Koki, gently easing him down onto the rough carpeting of the car floor.
“I don’t think I can move,” Koki mumbles.
Nakamaru laughs. “You know we can’t leave you here; looks like we’ll just have to drag you back to the hotel.”
“Besides,” Junno adds, “surely you know what it would look like if we just dropped you somewhere, all messy.”
“How much do you love this scarf-thing?” Ueda asks, finally pulling his own clothes into some order.
“No,” Koki whines. “Just use my t-shirt.”
Kame is the first to move once Nakamaru throws it in their direction. “Just think, Koki, once we get you fixed up and back, we’ll take good care of you. Run you a bath and all that.” Koki nods sleepily, content to lie there.
The sun has fully set, and the stars are beginning to twinkle. “I like it when we get to do this,” Koki murmurs, and everyone else silently agrees.