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Kink: Object penetration
Pairing: Nakamaru Yuichi / Kamenashi Kazuya
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex toys but really that was to be expected, check the kink, references to Fumetsu no scrum's making of.
Notes: Beta this time was MC who's very much loved ♥
Summary: Nakamaru makes a promise and promptly regrets it.
Nakamaru should have thought twice before making the offering. That’s obvious now that the moment’s over and he’s faced with the consequences. He should have thought twice and he knows that and he knew it before, but sometimes Kame’s just stronger than Nakamaru’s own self-preservation instincts. And Kame had been looking so angry at himself, so stressed out and upset at not being able to strike out that single pin because Kame was not only a sore loser but also ever the professional, and every time he failed a shot he was pulling back everyone else, troubling everyone who was there to do their jobs; it was making Kame tense and angry and it was plain for Nakamaru to see.
So Nakamaru had offered to consent to that single one of Kame’s kinks that he had always out-flat refused. It had been a moment off-camera, a breather for Kame to have some water, rest his fingers and try to relax without punching anything. No one had noticed their little chat, nor the way Nakamaru’s cheeks were slightly darker or how his hand lingered on Kame’s waist, but the look Kame gave him on camera after he finally managed the spare was full of intention and sent shivers through Nakamaru’s spine.
And here they are now, because Kame’s not one to forget a promise and especially not one made to him. At least he’s trying to make it easier and better for Nakamaru, and most people would think Nakamaru is crazy to complain when Kame’s warm and pliant under him, cheeks tinted pink with excitement and legs locked tight around Nakamaru’s waist. Nakamaru’s flushed, too, because Kame feels good the way he always does, but he’s also nervous and it’s obvious in the way he tenses when Kame’s hands on his shoulders push him down. Kame’s giddy and he kisses Nakamaru’s lips, and his nose and his cheeks, his eyelids and eyebrows and everywhere he can reach, and laughs at Nakamaru’s circumspect face.
“Don’t worry,” Kame says between little licks to Nakamaru’s lips and nose, because Kame likes to be silly at the most inopportune moments, “I’ll be gentle.”
Nakamaru snorts because it’s such a typical, overused and empty phrase; it’s what Nakamaru said to Kame their first time together and Kame had laughed at him because Nakamaru was so nervous and it wasn’t lie Kame needed to be treated gently anymore, anyway. Nakamaru’s nervous now, too, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t laugh, though he likes to think t’s because he’s nicer than Kame.
At least Kame tries to distract him with a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, sweet and rough and controlling and needy and every contradiction only Kame can be. Nakamaru moans a bit into the kiss and gasps when Kame starts thrusting his hips. It’s not quite as distracting as Kame is probably hoping when Nakamaru can feel Kame’s hands fumbling behind Nakamaru’s neck and a few drops of cold lube dropping on his back. It’s difficult to find a rhythm with Kame’s fingers sliding down his back and lower, lower until they’re on his ass and sliding and touching where Nakamaru’s not used to, cold and slick.
Kame’s taking it slow, and he’s doing most of the job too, because Nakamaru feels like he’s barely able to clumsily meet Kame’s thrusts and groan and gasp and whimper into Kame’s neck and Kame’s wet kisses. It makes him look like an inexperienced teenager, like this is his first time, and it mortifies him even though it is truly his first time, at least the first time he’s experiencing it like this, as he’s suddenly reminded when Kame slides his finger in.
At least it doesn’t hurt, because even if Nakamaru’s nervous and tense Kame’s taking it slow, being gentle as he said. It’s uncomfortable, though, and if Nakamaru was tense before he grows tenser now, hips flush against Kame and unmoving. Kame gives him time and that’s okay, that’s good because Nakamaru can pull himself together, and even if Kame’s finger is still moving inside him, Kame’s other hand is stroking the hair on his neck and that’s fine, helps him to relax. Nakamaru has his eyes closed and Kame’s leaving tiny kisses and licks all over Nakamaru’s face. Nakamaru can feel him stretching to kiss his forehead too. The stretching makes Kame shift and the shifting helps because it reminds Nakamaru that he’s still hard, that there’s somewhere he’s still feeling good, where Kame is warm and tight and slick around him, welcoming and familiar in its pleasure. Nakamaru tries moving his hips again and it almost manages to distract him.
Almost, but not quite, because Kame’s finger keeps moving inside him and it’s uncomfortable and a little painful when Kame pushes in a second one. Kame’s free hand is restless over Nakamaru’s body, on his ass and his back and his shoulders, squeezing lightly or rubbing soothing circles, but when Nakamaru groans in discomfort it pauses to gently massage the lobe of his right ear.
“Okay?” Kame asks, and he sounds concerned but Nakamaru knows better than to be fooled, because Kame’s such a good actor, after all.
“Are you going to stop if I say no?”
“No.” Kame beams at him, and sticks his tongue out when Nakamaru rolls his eyes. “You promised.”
“I spoil you too much.”
“Because you love me.”
Nakamaru doesn’t even bother to argue, because he does love Kame enough to go along with this crazy idea of his even if it freaks him out a bit - or a lot, to be honest, but Nakamaru’s not going to be honest with Kame because he suspects Kame’s enjoying toying with Nakamaru’s nerves a bit too much.
It gets easier when Nakamaru lets Kame set the rhythm and just focuses on following it. He feels good and even if he’s hard the discomfort is enough to keep him from coming, so it’s easier to enjoy the feeling. It gets better too when Kame’s wriggling fingers find his prostate, because even if Nakamaru knew it was supposed to feel good it’s the first time he experiences just how good it feels. Kame’s careful here, watching Nakamaru and moving slowly, but he grins when Nakamaru moans loudly. Nakamaru’s hips snap forward on their own and Kame moans and clenches around him and Nakamaru moans again.
“I hate you,” Nakamaru pants against Kame’s neck, and Kame laughs breathily and bites his jaw.
Nakamaru tenses again when Kame pulls his fingers out, because he knows what is to come. Kame doesn’t let him see, much as Nakamaru tries, but even if the flash of bright red he manages to catch between Kame’s fingers is not very reassuring, at least it can’t be very big if Kame’s small hand can close around it completely. It’s warm, too, from Kame’s sweaty fist, and well lubed, but it’s still plastic and foreign and strange, and Nakamaru whimpers a little as Kame presses the tip against his ass.
“Relax,” Kame mumbles, and Nakamaru grunts.
“Easy to say.”
Kame lifts an eyebrow and okay, fair shot, because Kame does have Nakamaru’s cock in his ass and Nakamaru likes to think his cock is definitely bigger than a beginner’s buttplug. But Kame’s used to this and Nakamaru’s not, so Nakamaru feels very entitled to complain all he wants. It feels tight and weird, not good at all like Kame’s fingers had felt at the end. He can feel it when he moves, when Kame moves or even when he’s still; everything he can focus on is his ass and the plug in it. He’s unable to follow Kame’s thrusts and it’s upsetting, because he’s pretty sure this is the worst fuck of his life and he doesn’t even know why he agreed with Kame’s crazy idea at all anymore.
Kame’s hands are not helping at all either, because of course it wasn’t only about Nakamaru wearing the plug. Kame’s hands are restless, touching the plug’s end and the skin closing around it, pushing it deeper and twisting it and drawing all of Nakamaru’s attention to it, much as Nakamaru tries to focus on the tight heat around his cock. It’s taking his nerves to the edge, and it finally becomes obvious when he won’t even try to answer Kame’s kisses.
“This isn’t working,” Kame sighs with a frown, and Nakamaru blushes because it’s true, and Kame had been really looking forward to this.
He’s surprised when Kame pushes him away, but he obliges and moves, gasping when the buttplug shifts inside him. He almost fears that Kame’s upset at him, but instead Kame pushes Nakamaru down and settles between his legs. For a moment he just looks at the plug protruding from Nakamaru’s ass, bright red and out of place, and Nakamaru had known Kame would want to look but it’s embarrassing because can’t even close his legs and Kame’s licking his lips with a dark look on his eyes.
“Uhm…” Nakamaru starts, and Kame finally snaps out of it. Nakamaru looks on with confusion as Kame takes off Nakamaru’s condom, but then Kame’s leaning in and smiling down at Nakamaru with his lips on the crown of Nakamaru’s cock.
“Let’s try something else.” Kame winks right before he takes Nakamaru into his mouth, and Nakamaru barely has time to gasp in response.
And yeah, this is good, this works better. It helps that Nakamaru doesn’t have to move, that he can just lie there and let Kame do his thing. Kame’s wonderful with his mouth, too, tongue and teeth wild and naughty and perfect. He doesn’t complain when Nakamaru threads his fingers through his hair to push him lower and just takes him deeper, so Nakamaru makes an effort to keep still and relax when Kame starts to move the buttplug around. He pulls it in and out, twisting slowly and touching the stretched skin of Nakamaru’s ass, light and ticklish. Nakamaru doesn’t know if it’s because of Kame’s mouth but it starts to feel good after a while, even if he won’t ever admit it to anyone.
Kame’s smirk makes it obvious he knows, though, and Nakamaru guesses it doesn’t help his case when he comes in Kame’s mouth either. Kame doesn’t seem to mind much, just swallows and licks his lips like it’s a treat. Nakamaru sighs and shifts a little, and suddenly the plug is back to being all he can think about, to feeling weird and uncomfortable and upsetting now that he’s spent and has no distractions at all. He reaches down to pull it out, but Kame grabs his wrist to stop him.
“Just a moment,” Kame pleads with a smile and even though Nakamaru doesn’t like how that sounds at all he takes his hand back anyway.
Kame shuffles back a bit and pushes Nakamaru’s knees apart and up so he can see. Nakamaru turns at least as red as the plug in his ass, because he had hope the few stolen glances before had been enough for Kame, but now it’s obvious they weren’t. He still tries his best to resist closing his legs and resigns himself to a bit of humiliation. He’s grateful that at least Kame’s not touching the buttplug anymore, because Nakamaru’s not sure he could take that feeling right now. Kame’s touching himself instead, one hand on Nakamaru’s thigh to keep his legs spread and the other on his own cock, stroking fast and firm and with his eyes focused on the red plastic in Nakamaru’s ass.
Nakamaru should have been expecting it, but he still groans in disgust when Kame comes on Nakamaru’s stomach.
“Now I’m dirty,” he says with a pout, but Kame just smiles dumbly at him and plops down on top of him. Nakamaru groans again. “Now we are both dirty.”
Kame hums lightly against Nakamaru’s chest, limp and warm and sticky all over Nakamaru’s body. He squirms when Nakamaru pokes his sides, but his eyes are already closing and Nakamaru knows Kame tends to get quite groggy after sex.
“Kame?” He calls tentatively. Kame hums in response but doesn’t even try to move. “Could you please take the… the thing out?”
Kame laughs and the puffs of air tickle Nakamaru’s nipple, though his brain barely register it as he’s much more worried about the way Kame’s looking at him now, because Kame has that naughty grin that spells trouble for everyone in his vicinity, and for Nakamaru wherever he is.
“And what do I get in return?” Kame purrs.
Nakamaru sighs in defeat and mentally curses the damn stubborn bowling pin. He really should had thought twice about this.
Pairing: Nakamaru Yuichi / Kamenashi Kazuya
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex toys but really that was to be expected, check the kink, references to Fumetsu no scrum's making of.
Notes: Beta this time was MC who's very much loved ♥
Summary: Nakamaru makes a promise and promptly regrets it.
Nakamaru should have thought twice before making the offering. That’s obvious now that the moment’s over and he’s faced with the consequences. He should have thought twice and he knows that and he knew it before, but sometimes Kame’s just stronger than Nakamaru’s own self-preservation instincts. And Kame had been looking so angry at himself, so stressed out and upset at not being able to strike out that single pin because Kame was not only a sore loser but also ever the professional, and every time he failed a shot he was pulling back everyone else, troubling everyone who was there to do their jobs; it was making Kame tense and angry and it was plain for Nakamaru to see.
So Nakamaru had offered to consent to that single one of Kame’s kinks that he had always out-flat refused. It had been a moment off-camera, a breather for Kame to have some water, rest his fingers and try to relax without punching anything. No one had noticed their little chat, nor the way Nakamaru’s cheeks were slightly darker or how his hand lingered on Kame’s waist, but the look Kame gave him on camera after he finally managed the spare was full of intention and sent shivers through Nakamaru’s spine.
And here they are now, because Kame’s not one to forget a promise and especially not one made to him. At least he’s trying to make it easier and better for Nakamaru, and most people would think Nakamaru is crazy to complain when Kame’s warm and pliant under him, cheeks tinted pink with excitement and legs locked tight around Nakamaru’s waist. Nakamaru’s flushed, too, because Kame feels good the way he always does, but he’s also nervous and it’s obvious in the way he tenses when Kame’s hands on his shoulders push him down. Kame’s giddy and he kisses Nakamaru’s lips, and his nose and his cheeks, his eyelids and eyebrows and everywhere he can reach, and laughs at Nakamaru’s circumspect face.
“Don’t worry,” Kame says between little licks to Nakamaru’s lips and nose, because Kame likes to be silly at the most inopportune moments, “I’ll be gentle.”
Nakamaru snorts because it’s such a typical, overused and empty phrase; it’s what Nakamaru said to Kame their first time together and Kame had laughed at him because Nakamaru was so nervous and it wasn’t lie Kame needed to be treated gently anymore, anyway. Nakamaru’s nervous now, too, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t laugh, though he likes to think t’s because he’s nicer than Kame.
At least Kame tries to distract him with a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, sweet and rough and controlling and needy and every contradiction only Kame can be. Nakamaru moans a bit into the kiss and gasps when Kame starts thrusting his hips. It’s not quite as distracting as Kame is probably hoping when Nakamaru can feel Kame’s hands fumbling behind Nakamaru’s neck and a few drops of cold lube dropping on his back. It’s difficult to find a rhythm with Kame’s fingers sliding down his back and lower, lower until they’re on his ass and sliding and touching where Nakamaru’s not used to, cold and slick.
Kame’s taking it slow, and he’s doing most of the job too, because Nakamaru feels like he’s barely able to clumsily meet Kame’s thrusts and groan and gasp and whimper into Kame’s neck and Kame’s wet kisses. It makes him look like an inexperienced teenager, like this is his first time, and it mortifies him even though it is truly his first time, at least the first time he’s experiencing it like this, as he’s suddenly reminded when Kame slides his finger in.
At least it doesn’t hurt, because even if Nakamaru’s nervous and tense Kame’s taking it slow, being gentle as he said. It’s uncomfortable, though, and if Nakamaru was tense before he grows tenser now, hips flush against Kame and unmoving. Kame gives him time and that’s okay, that’s good because Nakamaru can pull himself together, and even if Kame’s finger is still moving inside him, Kame’s other hand is stroking the hair on his neck and that’s fine, helps him to relax. Nakamaru has his eyes closed and Kame’s leaving tiny kisses and licks all over Nakamaru’s face. Nakamaru can feel him stretching to kiss his forehead too. The stretching makes Kame shift and the shifting helps because it reminds Nakamaru that he’s still hard, that there’s somewhere he’s still feeling good, where Kame is warm and tight and slick around him, welcoming and familiar in its pleasure. Nakamaru tries moving his hips again and it almost manages to distract him.
Almost, but not quite, because Kame’s finger keeps moving inside him and it’s uncomfortable and a little painful when Kame pushes in a second one. Kame’s free hand is restless over Nakamaru’s body, on his ass and his back and his shoulders, squeezing lightly or rubbing soothing circles, but when Nakamaru groans in discomfort it pauses to gently massage the lobe of his right ear.
“Okay?” Kame asks, and he sounds concerned but Nakamaru knows better than to be fooled, because Kame’s such a good actor, after all.
“Are you going to stop if I say no?”
“No.” Kame beams at him, and sticks his tongue out when Nakamaru rolls his eyes. “You promised.”
“I spoil you too much.”
“Because you love me.”
Nakamaru doesn’t even bother to argue, because he does love Kame enough to go along with this crazy idea of his even if it freaks him out a bit - or a lot, to be honest, but Nakamaru’s not going to be honest with Kame because he suspects Kame’s enjoying toying with Nakamaru’s nerves a bit too much.
It gets easier when Nakamaru lets Kame set the rhythm and just focuses on following it. He feels good and even if he’s hard the discomfort is enough to keep him from coming, so it’s easier to enjoy the feeling. It gets better too when Kame’s wriggling fingers find his prostate, because even if Nakamaru knew it was supposed to feel good it’s the first time he experiences just how good it feels. Kame’s careful here, watching Nakamaru and moving slowly, but he grins when Nakamaru moans loudly. Nakamaru’s hips snap forward on their own and Kame moans and clenches around him and Nakamaru moans again.
“I hate you,” Nakamaru pants against Kame’s neck, and Kame laughs breathily and bites his jaw.
Nakamaru tenses again when Kame pulls his fingers out, because he knows what is to come. Kame doesn’t let him see, much as Nakamaru tries, but even if the flash of bright red he manages to catch between Kame’s fingers is not very reassuring, at least it can’t be very big if Kame’s small hand can close around it completely. It’s warm, too, from Kame’s sweaty fist, and well lubed, but it’s still plastic and foreign and strange, and Nakamaru whimpers a little as Kame presses the tip against his ass.
“Relax,” Kame mumbles, and Nakamaru grunts.
“Easy to say.”
Kame lifts an eyebrow and okay, fair shot, because Kame does have Nakamaru’s cock in his ass and Nakamaru likes to think his cock is definitely bigger than a beginner’s buttplug. But Kame’s used to this and Nakamaru’s not, so Nakamaru feels very entitled to complain all he wants. It feels tight and weird, not good at all like Kame’s fingers had felt at the end. He can feel it when he moves, when Kame moves or even when he’s still; everything he can focus on is his ass and the plug in it. He’s unable to follow Kame’s thrusts and it’s upsetting, because he’s pretty sure this is the worst fuck of his life and he doesn’t even know why he agreed with Kame’s crazy idea at all anymore.
Kame’s hands are not helping at all either, because of course it wasn’t only about Nakamaru wearing the plug. Kame’s hands are restless, touching the plug’s end and the skin closing around it, pushing it deeper and twisting it and drawing all of Nakamaru’s attention to it, much as Nakamaru tries to focus on the tight heat around his cock. It’s taking his nerves to the edge, and it finally becomes obvious when he won’t even try to answer Kame’s kisses.
“This isn’t working,” Kame sighs with a frown, and Nakamaru blushes because it’s true, and Kame had been really looking forward to this.
He’s surprised when Kame pushes him away, but he obliges and moves, gasping when the buttplug shifts inside him. He almost fears that Kame’s upset at him, but instead Kame pushes Nakamaru down and settles between his legs. For a moment he just looks at the plug protruding from Nakamaru’s ass, bright red and out of place, and Nakamaru had known Kame would want to look but it’s embarrassing because can’t even close his legs and Kame’s licking his lips with a dark look on his eyes.
“Uhm…” Nakamaru starts, and Kame finally snaps out of it. Nakamaru looks on with confusion as Kame takes off Nakamaru’s condom, but then Kame’s leaning in and smiling down at Nakamaru with his lips on the crown of Nakamaru’s cock.
“Let’s try something else.” Kame winks right before he takes Nakamaru into his mouth, and Nakamaru barely has time to gasp in response.
And yeah, this is good, this works better. It helps that Nakamaru doesn’t have to move, that he can just lie there and let Kame do his thing. Kame’s wonderful with his mouth, too, tongue and teeth wild and naughty and perfect. He doesn’t complain when Nakamaru threads his fingers through his hair to push him lower and just takes him deeper, so Nakamaru makes an effort to keep still and relax when Kame starts to move the buttplug around. He pulls it in and out, twisting slowly and touching the stretched skin of Nakamaru’s ass, light and ticklish. Nakamaru doesn’t know if it’s because of Kame’s mouth but it starts to feel good after a while, even if he won’t ever admit it to anyone.
Kame’s smirk makes it obvious he knows, though, and Nakamaru guesses it doesn’t help his case when he comes in Kame’s mouth either. Kame doesn’t seem to mind much, just swallows and licks his lips like it’s a treat. Nakamaru sighs and shifts a little, and suddenly the plug is back to being all he can think about, to feeling weird and uncomfortable and upsetting now that he’s spent and has no distractions at all. He reaches down to pull it out, but Kame grabs his wrist to stop him.
“Just a moment,” Kame pleads with a smile and even though Nakamaru doesn’t like how that sounds at all he takes his hand back anyway.
Kame shuffles back a bit and pushes Nakamaru’s knees apart and up so he can see. Nakamaru turns at least as red as the plug in his ass, because he had hope the few stolen glances before had been enough for Kame, but now it’s obvious they weren’t. He still tries his best to resist closing his legs and resigns himself to a bit of humiliation. He’s grateful that at least Kame’s not touching the buttplug anymore, because Nakamaru’s not sure he could take that feeling right now. Kame’s touching himself instead, one hand on Nakamaru’s thigh to keep his legs spread and the other on his own cock, stroking fast and firm and with his eyes focused on the red plastic in Nakamaru’s ass.
Nakamaru should have been expecting it, but he still groans in disgust when Kame comes on Nakamaru’s stomach.
“Now I’m dirty,” he says with a pout, but Kame just smiles dumbly at him and plops down on top of him. Nakamaru groans again. “Now we are both dirty.”
Kame hums lightly against Nakamaru’s chest, limp and warm and sticky all over Nakamaru’s body. He squirms when Nakamaru pokes his sides, but his eyes are already closing and Nakamaru knows Kame tends to get quite groggy after sex.
“Kame?” He calls tentatively. Kame hums in response but doesn’t even try to move. “Could you please take the… the thing out?”
Kame laughs and the puffs of air tickle Nakamaru’s nipple, though his brain barely register it as he’s much more worried about the way Kame’s looking at him now, because Kame has that naughty grin that spells trouble for everyone in his vicinity, and for Nakamaru wherever he is.
“And what do I get in return?” Kame purrs.
Nakamaru sighs in defeat and mentally curses the damn stubborn bowling pin. He really should had thought twice about this.