Karaoke Fun
Title: Karaoke Fun
Pair: Taguchi/Nakamaru
Genre: Smut and some romance and humor I guess.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They were supposed to be working on their duet song, but of course Taguchi had something else on his mind.
Note: Lyrics taken from yarukizero @ LJ!
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I gotta lock on girl... My heart is overflowing with feelings for you.
The presence by his side was solid and... too close, Nakamaru thought. Not that he minded sitting close to Taguchi, but he was a lot closer than he had been a few moments ago. Nakamaru paid him no mind as he continued singing along with the song, watching as the words flashed on the screen.
Though it wasn't long until Nakamaru felt Taguchi's chin leaning against his shoulder.
“You're too close,” he stated after the song had finished, looking at the tablet in front of him in order to pick another to sing.
“Nonsense,” Taguchi chirped with a grin before going back to his own tablet, though his distance from Nakamaru still wasn't very far. He shrugged it off again, moving on to the next song.
Never meeting again, You! You! You! Holding each other close, let's walk together.
The hand that brushed his leg nearly caused him to choke on the lyrics, but he still tried not to pay attention to Taguchi. Nakamaru knew at that point; he knew that Taguchi was just trying to tease him.
It was what he did, after all.
He took another sip of his drink as he scrolled through the choices, picking another song from the list. They sure had a lot of KAT-TUN songs to offer.
I remember, I remember, I was born to meet you. A morning that's never been seen before...
The touches on his leg became more frequent. Nakamaru did his best to continue on as normal, though. He wouldn't let it affect him. They were out in karaoke to have fun, as well as work on their song. He had no idea what Taguchi was doing, but Nakamaru could guess his aim - what he had in mind.
It was generally always the same thing.
Baby, No! No! No! You're not alone. All for you, I'm right here I'll hold you and never let you go...
He needed to keep himself composed in front of the camera, he told himself. So he did, he continued to ignore Taguchi's advances as he continued picking songs to sing. As time went by, Taguchi seemed to be less and less interested in singing - becoming more interested in Nakamaru's legs.
You can change your world, once you take flight, no one will be able to stop you. Come with me...
Nakamaru couldn't really hear the song that played next, because suddenly his focus was on Taguchi's thigh brushing against his own, and the hand that was traveling up his leg. He focused on the screen instead, singing along as he watched the lyrics go by. He was surprised that he could still sing without choking on the words; he felt like doing so every time Taguchi's fingers put a little pressure on his inner thigh.
Bright white, it's your most beautiful color...
It was getting harder and harder to focus on singing at that point, with Taguchi's hand rubbing him the way it was under the table.
As soon as the camera-man left in order to get them food and more drinks, Nakamaru set the microphone down and turned to Taguchi. He narrowed his eyes at the latter's smug, yet innocent looking grin.
“What do you think you're doing exactly?” Nakamaru demanded, though his voice remained quiet to not be overheard.
“Do you really have to ask, Yucchi?” He hummed, fingers moving to rub at the bulge in Nakamaru's pants again, causing a squeak to emit from the other. “I like watching you, you know...sing.”
“I don't know why that makes you want sex,” Nakamaru muttered. Taguchi only grinned wider.
“Because it's you. What do you say?” His eyes widened at the proposal as Taguchi's hand fiddled with the belt of his jeans.
“Are you stupid? We probably only have twenty minutes before they get back with the food...”
“Plenty of time,” Taguchi dismissed, now sounding distracted as he undid the button on Nakamaru's jeans. The older was frozen in place, unable to make any moves to stop him.
“Stop. We'll be heard, or seen. Our careers will be over,” Nakamaru said in a low voice, inwardly panicking. Though on some level, he was...enjoying it? The adrenaline must have kicked in at that point, because he couldn't hear anything else Taguchi said over the blood pounding in his ears.
“Nothing will happen, Yucchi. I promise, I'm an expert in this...” His voice trailed off, and suddenly Nakamaru lost all of his resolve.
“...Make it fast.”
“Can do,” Taguchi smirked, soon after pulling Nakamaru in for a kiss that was needy.
“How, though...?” He managed to ask, almost overly aware of his jeans being pulled down a little, Taguchi's fingers working on kneading his already half-hard length.
“Trust me,” the whisper in his ear made his guard go down completely as he could feel his pants being tugged more, and his underwear as well. By that point, Nakamaru had no choice but to trust Taguchi. If they were caught, it would be Taguchi's fault...
He shook the thought off as he felt a sudden weight on his lap, coming face to face with a very lustful looking Taguchi. Nakamaru swallowed, realizing that a lot of what was touching was bare - they were skin on skin.
There's no going back now...
One thing that Nakamaru admired was Taguchi's composure. Even in situations like this, he was able to stay cool, collected.
He could stay quiet. Nakamaru could admit, that was something he wasn't good at. Taguchi's lips pressing against his own came as a surprise - but the bigger surprise as Taguchi lowering himself onto Nakamaru's now completely erect length. His gasp was muffled by Taguchi's lips, as the latter gripped at the collar of his jacket. Nakamaru's eyes shut at the tight, warm feeling, his own fingers curling into the back of Taguchi's leather jacket.
“Can't be too loud,” Taguchi whispered, and Nakamaru could have sworn that he sounded smug. He opened his eyes, narrowing them in Taguchi's direction as he bit a little harder than necessary on his lip, causing a soft whine.
“Can't be too loud,” he reiterated, though his own voice was breaking as Taguchi's hips moved.
“Touche,” he murmured, now kissing Nakamaru properly again.
There is no explaining this if we get caught...
The thought got stuck in his mind before dissipating quickly, distracted by the movement of Taguchi's hips and the soft pants coming just by his ear. It made Nakamaru shiver, somewhat foreign feelings coursing through him.
No...stop, you don't like this.
Who was he kidding?
The adrenaline was rushing; as time passed, he was less and less worried about being caught.
Was this the effect that Taguchi had on him?
Of course it was.
“Go faster,” he could hear himself whispering, though the voice sounded unfamiliar to him as Taguchi muffled a moan against his lips. Both of them were fighting to keep quiet now. Taguchi sure knew how to move his hips... Nakamaru's fingers clutched at the seat with one hand, the other resting on Taguchi's leg. He leaned back as far as the seat allowed him, hips rocking up against Taguchi's; the movements emitted a small gasp from the other. Nakamaru's breathing was hard as the feeling of Taguchi clenching around his throbbing member sent his senses into over-drive. If he opened his eyes completely to look at Taguchi's expression, he knew he would see one that was begging Nakamaru to touch him.
He didn't want to oblige, though.
Normally, he'd want this to be over as soon as possible so they wouldn't get caught by the staff, but there was something about this situation...
It was absolutely thrilling.
Rocking up again, Nakamaru's fingers dug into the fabric of Taguchi's jeans, almost unable to hold back his moans of both pleasure and need. He had no idea how much time had even passed - but it seemed like it was too long. Nakamaru rocked his hips as best as he could to meet Taguchi's movements, breath coming out in short pants.
“I thought you said it would be short...” The words came out before he had a chance to think about them, causing Taguchi to chuckle breathlessly by his ear. This sent a shiver straight through Nakamaru's spine, the touch Taguchi had on his arm burning through his jacket. The sudden jerk of his hips had Nakamaru stemming a whimper, his eyes closing as he tried to control his breathing.
Damn it...
He could tell Taguchi was already close to the edge with the way his hip movements were becoming uneven and faltering. These actions alone were almost too much for Nakamaru.
“You're so big, that's why I knew it wouldn't take long.” The whisper near his ear caused him to choke on his breath as a brand new set of shivers ran through his spine.
Dirty talk...that's new.
He couldn't even respond, eyes remaining closed as pleasure coursed through him. He knew he was on the edge - he knew it was because of Taguchi. His head leaned back against the seat in the booth, trying to quiet his breathing as he brought his hand up, muffling any moans behind the sleeve of his jacket. After a moment, his eyes opened. He suddenly wanted to focus on Taguchi's face. Some of his hair was plastered to his forehead with a glistening sheen of sweat, and his lips were parted in soft pants...in moans that wanted to come out, but surely weren't able to. Whether it was because he was overwhelmed, or because he was forcing himself not to - Nakamaru couldn't be sure. There was, however, one thought that came into his mind.
He looked beautiful.
The thought surprised him, but he couldn't focus on it. The look on Taguchi's face, contorted with pleasure, was causing pure adrenaline and ecstasy to course through him.
“Fuck,” he couldn't stop the soft curse word that fell from his lips as his breathing hitched along with the arch of his hips. Taguchi gave a desperate tug to the arm of his jacket, and Nakamaru understood. His lips connect with Taguchi's again as his hand moved towards his cock, just in time to feel Taguchi's release spill over his fingers. The feeling of this as well as the now uneven jerking of Taguchi's hips caused his own to spill - sudden, hot, leaving him breathless and blind to everything but Taguchi. This lasted for a few moments before Nakamaru slowly came back to his senses, both he and Taguchi panting for breath. The noise of their surroundings faded back in as Taguchi slowly dismounted him, pulling up and redoing the button on his jeans. Nakamaru took another moment to get his bearings together before grabbing a napkin, wiping off the remainder of Taguchi's release as he caught his breath. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him; the staff hadn't returned yet with the food.
How long had it actually been...?
A quick glance at his watch told Nakamaru that it had only been fifteen minutes. It took a moment for his mind to process this. Quickly shifting to lift his hips, Nakamaru pulled up and re-buttoned his pants as he heard someone coming. He knew that if he looked at Taguchi, the other would have a smug, satisfied smile on his face.
“Excuse us,” the voice came from nearby, the camera-man and a couple of other staff members re-entering, carrying a few platters with different types of food. Nakamaru straightened his posture and dipped his head in thanks, leaving the napkin sitting beside him as he took a small sip of his drink.
“Looks good~!” Taguchi exclaimed with a grin as he looked at the food. It amazed Nakamaru how fast he recovered from that. He repressed a small sigh as he took another sip.
“Nakamaru-san...what's that on your shirt?” He came back into awareness again, glancing down at his shirt.
“O-oh -” he stammered a bit. He should of figured that some of it had gotten on him. He bit his tongue as Taguchi snickered from beside him.
“Taguchi spilled some of his drink on me,” he replied smoothly, grabbing another napkin to dab at it. The man seemed to accept this, so Nakamaru slumped a little in relief. The presence beside him was solid...the shoulder brushing against his own made him feel more at ease.
Solid, yet too close. Nakamaru wouldn't have had it any other way.