Fooling Around
Title: Fooling Around
Pairing: Taguchi/Nakamaru
Rating: NC-17 (Because smut-ish type things…again.)
Summary: Taguchi thought it would be a good idea to try something in the dressing room.
Note: This is set kind of in the earlier days - Just a short little fic :3
Nakamaru sat stiffly on the sofa, staring up at a grinning Taguchi.
“Are you serious?” He asked, disbelief coloring his voice as the other bounced on his heels.
“I am, don’t tell me you’re scared, Nakamaru-kun.”
“I’m not scared,” he replied defensively. “This is just a really stupid idea.” Taguchi gave an over dramatic pout and knelt down in front of him.
“We won’t get caught.”
“We’re in the dressing room in daylight hours!” Nakamaru exclaimed in response, scooting away from the touch Taguchi had on his knee. “Not here, not now.”
“Come on, please?” Nakamaru swallowed as Taguchi’s expression suddenly turned serious.
“Taguchi, I said no,” his voice choked in his throat as he continued staring into his eyes, undoubtedly blushing.
“I know…” He replied, hand now trailing up Nakamaru’s leg as he let out a soft grunt, trying again to move away from the touch.
“We’ll get caught.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“…Yes.”
In that instant, Taguchi’s lips were on his as he tugged at, and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. Nakamaru leaned back against the couch and stared at Taguchi as the taller pushed his shirt open, trailing kisses down his neck to his chest, leaving Nakamaru breathing heavier already. His arms wrapped around Taguchi’s neck and his head tilted back as he let out a sigh. How could he let Taguchi manipulate him like this?
“Taguchi…” Taguchi looked up at him for a brief moment, smiling almost triumphantly. The heat in Nakamaru’s face intensified as he looked away, inwardly cursing himself as Taguchi began to fiddle with his belt. He chewed his lip, knotting his hands into the others hair.
“Are we really going to do this?”
“Yes we are,” Taguchi responded, leaving no room for arguments as he palmed Nakamaru’s length through his underwear, eliciting a soft gasp from the older.
“You’re that desperate aren’t you…?” Taguchi smirked as he pulled Nakamaru’s underwear down completely, giving a few rough strokes near his base. Nakamaru groaned at the contact but shut his mouth, fearing being heard. It would be terrible to be walked in on by group mates, but even worse if a senpai decided to interrupt them.
“Can you at least hurry?” He hissed out as Taguchi’s hand disappeared to undo his own belt before kneeling on the floor in front of him. Nakamaru gaped when the heat of Taguchi’s mouth surrounded his cock for a brief moment, licking up towards the base before stopping again.
“W-what are you doing,” he gasped out, now clutching at the fabric of the sofa beneath him., tilting his head back as Taguchi’s mouth closed over his tip, his tongue driving Nakamaru insane.
“What does it look like?” Taguchi hummed around him, the bit of vibration causing him to moan out quietly, clutching harder at the sofa as his head started bobbing, sucking him with some sort of expertise that left Nakamaru basically writhing underneath him. When Taguchi took all of him in, Nakamaru almost lost it.
“Already…” He mumbled, hoping that Taguchi would catch what he meant. This only encouraged Taguchi to do more, licking and sucking harder. Nakamaru’s hands moved from the couch to tug at Taguchi’s hair hard as he came suddenly with a loud moan, Taguchi staying there to lick up every drop, not hearing the door open.
"Wha…I’m sorry,” Nakamaru shot up and Taguchi separated immediately after swallowing to look towards the source of the voice. Neither of them had heard the door open, and now Kame was standing there, looking - for the lack of a stronger word - uncomfortable.
“I, um,” Nakamaru stammered as Taguchi wiped his mouth, pouting. “I’m sorry.” Kame shook his head, looking between the two of them.
“This stays between you two,” he mumbled, leaving again and closing the door behind him.
After the door closed, Nakamaru smacked the upside of his head.
“I told you.”
“Well, you still owe me anyway, I got you off.” Nakamaru blushed bright and shook his head, crossing his legs on the sofa somewhat shakily.
“Whatever.”
Pairing: Taguchi/Nakamaru
Rating: NC-17 (Because smut-ish type things…again.)
Summary: Taguchi thought it would be a good idea to try something in the dressing room.
Note: This is set kind of in the earlier days - Just a short little fic :3
Nakamaru sat stiffly on the sofa, staring up at a grinning Taguchi.
“Are you serious?” He asked, disbelief coloring his voice as the other bounced on his heels.
“I am, don’t tell me you’re scared, Nakamaru-kun.”
“I’m not scared,” he replied defensively. “This is just a really stupid idea.” Taguchi gave an over dramatic pout and knelt down in front of him.
“We won’t get caught.”
“We’re in the dressing room in daylight hours!” Nakamaru exclaimed in response, scooting away from the touch Taguchi had on his knee. “Not here, not now.”
“Come on, please?” Nakamaru swallowed as Taguchi’s expression suddenly turned serious.
“Taguchi, I said no,” his voice choked in his throat as he continued staring into his eyes, undoubtedly blushing.
“I know…” He replied, hand now trailing up Nakamaru’s leg as he let out a soft grunt, trying again to move away from the touch.
“We’ll get caught.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“…Yes.”
In that instant, Taguchi’s lips were on his as he tugged at, and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. Nakamaru leaned back against the couch and stared at Taguchi as the taller pushed his shirt open, trailing kisses down his neck to his chest, leaving Nakamaru breathing heavier already. His arms wrapped around Taguchi’s neck and his head tilted back as he let out a sigh. How could he let Taguchi manipulate him like this?
“Taguchi…” Taguchi looked up at him for a brief moment, smiling almost triumphantly. The heat in Nakamaru’s face intensified as he looked away, inwardly cursing himself as Taguchi began to fiddle with his belt. He chewed his lip, knotting his hands into the others hair.
“Are we really going to do this?”
“Yes we are,” Taguchi responded, leaving no room for arguments as he palmed Nakamaru’s length through his underwear, eliciting a soft gasp from the older.
“You’re that desperate aren’t you…?” Taguchi smirked as he pulled Nakamaru’s underwear down completely, giving a few rough strokes near his base. Nakamaru groaned at the contact but shut his mouth, fearing being heard. It would be terrible to be walked in on by group mates, but even worse if a senpai decided to interrupt them.
“Can you at least hurry?” He hissed out as Taguchi’s hand disappeared to undo his own belt before kneeling on the floor in front of him. Nakamaru gaped when the heat of Taguchi’s mouth surrounded his cock for a brief moment, licking up towards the base before stopping again.
“W-what are you doing,” he gasped out, now clutching at the fabric of the sofa beneath him., tilting his head back as Taguchi’s mouth closed over his tip, his tongue driving Nakamaru insane.
“What does it look like?” Taguchi hummed around him, the bit of vibration causing him to moan out quietly, clutching harder at the sofa as his head started bobbing, sucking him with some sort of expertise that left Nakamaru basically writhing underneath him. When Taguchi took all of him in, Nakamaru almost lost it.
“Already…” He mumbled, hoping that Taguchi would catch what he meant. This only encouraged Taguchi to do more, licking and sucking harder. Nakamaru’s hands moved from the couch to tug at Taguchi’s hair hard as he came suddenly with a loud moan, Taguchi staying there to lick up every drop, not hearing the door open.
"Wha…I’m sorry,” Nakamaru shot up and Taguchi separated immediately after swallowing to look towards the source of the voice. Neither of them had heard the door open, and now Kame was standing there, looking - for the lack of a stronger word - uncomfortable.
“I, um,” Nakamaru stammered as Taguchi wiped his mouth, pouting. “I’m sorry.” Kame shook his head, looking between the two of them.
“This stays between you two,” he mumbled, leaving again and closing the door behind him.
After the door closed, Nakamaru smacked the upside of his head.
“I told you.”
“Well, you still owe me anyway, I got you off.” Nakamaru blushed bright and shook his head, crossing his legs on the sofa somewhat shakily.
“Whatever.”