Wild Adapter Story with NSFW Title (1/3)
Fandom: Wild Adapter
Title: The One with the NSFW title under the cut (1/3)
Author: Sunspot
Rating: NC-17
Note: Split in three parts due to length. Does anyone know of any Wild Adapter coms or general Minekura coms where I might also post this? Thank you. Part 2 Part 3
The One with the Assfucking
“You don’t want to do that to me, do you?”
Kubota was coming in the door, fresh off a delivery for Kou. Tokitoh was sitting up on the couch, watching something on TV with the sound off. He sounded wary, and suspicious, and possibly accusatory. Not an uncommon way for Kubota’s cat to sound, but not what he wanted to hear just coming in the door, either.
“Hard to say, if I don’t know what ‘that’ is,” Kubota said, keeping his voice reasonable. He crossed over to where Tokitoh was. Standing behind the couch Kubota could see what was on the screen. He’d been swinging the bag of new snacks from Lawton’s as he walked over. He stopped the swinging.
Hunh. Also, possibly, crap. The cat had gotten into Kubota’s porn tapes. Well, not into into. Tokitoh was sitting upright on the couch, cross-legged, dressed, and calm, and collected, except for the frown between his eyebrows. He was watching the muted screen, where a salaryman, jacket off and suit pants around his knees, had a street punk-type bent over his desk and was pounding into him. The camera swung around for a close-up of his cock, in a candy-colored condom, sliding into the punk’s ass while the kid arched and writhed.
Oh great, that tape.
And Tokitoh was watching it with the same look he’d had watching the Nikkei index report before Kubota explained it to him, and how part of their money came from a trust fund that was partly invested in the Nikkei, which was why Kubota watched the reports.
“Well?” Tokitoh said.
And it was kind of a weird question from someone who had both made Kubota promise not to touch him, and caused Kubota to buy a bigger bed, since apparently “Don’t touch me,” and “I refuse to sleep anywhere but next to you,” were not contradictory requirements to Tokitoh’s mind.
Well. “If you asked me to, I would,” Kubota said, which had the advantage of being both noncommittal and honest. And Kubota had told Tokitoh he was a pervert, and Tokitoh had stayed. Not that he had anywhere to go. And the view out the balcony doors was extremely interesting this time of day.
“That’s not my question,” Tokitoh said, taking his eyes off the screen and tilting his head to look up and back at Kubota, with a sour expression. Maybe at the evasion. Maybe at the idea.
Damn.
Kubota looked down at his cat and tried on a reassuring smile. “It’s not really my thing,” he said.
“It’s your tape,” Tokitoh countered.
How to put it-that was always the question. Getting his wary little cat to trust him, to see that he really wasn’t a threat, was an ongoing project.
And required Kubota to not actually be a threat.
“I’m not a salaryman,” Kubota said. Willing Tokitoh to get it or drop it.
“You own suits,” Tokitoh said. Leave it to him to go for option three.
“I’m a former junior yakuza who plays mahjong, and does a little light retail work and gun running, and hangs around the house playing videogames with a former stray cat.”
Tokitoh had turned completely around on the sofa, and was kneeling on it, front to the sofa’s back, glaring at Kubota.
“It’s your tape,” he repeated.
“Think about it, cat,” Kubota said, and fished in the Lawton’s bag and tossed him a packet of new apple yogurt Pocky, then headed for the kitchen to put things away. There was no shame in a strategic retreat.
And no point, either. Tokitoh climbed over the back of the couch and followed, opening the Pocky as he went. Back on the screen, the salaryman should be pulling the punk up, wrapping his hand around the kid’s cock for the money shot.
Kubota wasn’t looking. He knew this tape well.
He also wasn’t looking at Tokitoh, so when he turned around the cat was right there.
And handed Kubota a stick of Pocky, still pissed off and wary. Because Tokitoh was like that.
They stood there, and Tokitoh glared up at him, and Kubota did his best to smile and look nonthreatening, chin tilted down to meet Tokitoh’s eyes while they both crunched Pocky.
It might be a good idea to invest in less phallic snacks.
“I watched five tapes today,” Tokitoh said, once he’d crunched two sticks of Pocky into oblivion. “Three of them had that.”
“Had assfucking?” Kubota asked, just to clarify. Maybe he’d watched Atom Boy or Gundam Wing.
Tokitoh nodded. “And one they sucked each other. And I saw the one where they’re in the shower.”
Okay, so, Tokitoh had watched five porn tapes, and seen, at a minimum, assfucking, blowjobs, and exhibitionistic jerking off with shower gel. And looked mostly annoyed. And wanted to know if Kubota wanted to fuck him.
Which, sure. Why not? If Tokitoh wanted. Which it seemed pretty clear he didn’t.
So.
Everything is calculated risk.
“I want you to fuck me,” Kubota said.
Tokitoh’s eyes went wide.
“You’re lying,” he said.
Kubota looked down at Tokitoh. Jealous, wary, possessive Tokitoh.
“Who else would it be?” Kubota said carefully. Holding Tokitoh’s eyes with his.
Tokitoh gave him a grim nod. Half nod, at the angle he needed to look Kubota in the face this close up.
“No one,” Tokitoh said, teeth and claws and knives in it. Tokitoh would scent mark Kubota if he could. Which didn’t mean he wanted to fuck him. Or do anything else.
“Please put the tapes away,” Kubota said. “I want to show you something.”
He wiped his palms on his jeans, and put away rice wine potato chips, and chocolate lychee gum, and the rest of the Pocky, and wiped his palms on his jeans again while Tokitoh ejected, and boxed, and stacked. When Tokitoh made to carry the tapes into the bedroom, Kubota followed.
Tokitoh opened the cupboard and put the tapes on the shelf where they’d always been, then turned and looked at Kubota, narrow eyed.
Kubota took a surreptitious breath, and crossed to his side of the bed, and pulled out the box he kept underneath, Tokitoh’s eyes following him. He wondered if Tokitoh had ever looked in the box. Not likely, Kubota decided, but he’d probably wondered about it.
Kubota’s was the far side. Tokitoh couldn’t see what he was doing. He flipped up the lid, and picked up the dildo, there in the box with the lube, and the condoms, and the skin mags and bara. He hadn’t touched it in months. Not since he brought home a stray cat and was reduced to jerking off in the shower.
Kubota stood up, and turned, holding it out in his open hand. He looked over at Tokitoh, who was still standing by the cupboard.
“This is mine,” Kubota said. “Do you know what it is?”
What is was was damn obvious. It was a silicon cock, middling big, with molded veins and a pair of fake balls (good for keeping your grip when you used it).
Tokitoh crossed to the other side of the bed, gloved hand out. Businesslike.
Kubota reached across the bed and handed it over. It was all about as far from erotic as you could get. About as far from the fantasies that Kubota steered his mind ruthlessly away from yet again, eyes on Tokitoh. Not a threat. Not a threat.
Tokitoh turned the dildo over and over in his hands, bare and gloved, examining it from every angle. He flexed it, and held it up by the balls, and even possibly looked like he might sniff it. Kubota was going to have to leave the room soon.
Still holding it by the balls, Tokitoh moved to hand the dildo back. Kubota closed his hand around the head end, and Tokitoh paused. They were frozen there, like shaking hands across the bed they both slept in, each with a hand on Kubota’s dildo.
“You use this on yourself,” Tokitoh said.
“Uh-hunh,” Kubota said, suddenly not sure how much of this he could take.
“Show me,” Tokitoh said.
Part 2 Part 3