Koki/Maru 1/1
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Just Chill
Pairing: None (Koki + Nakamaru)
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Maru is tense from a hectic schedule, Koki decides it is time for him best friend intervention.
Warning: Descriptions of het sex not involving either of them.
Notes: for Crys
--‘I always feel like
somebody’s watching me
and I have no privacy’--
“You coming over after?”
“Hm?” Maru looked up, his glasses sliding down to the tip of nose with the movement, his textbook sat open on his lap, highlighted in varying shades of green.
“I’m busy.” He reasoned, he needed to finish this chapter for the end of the week, even if he had promised he’d go hang out.
“Come on.” Koki gave him a sideways glace, up to his elbow in his bag. “You need a break too.”
Maru scowled, he didn’t have time for a break. Really. He looked at his book eyes going blurry over the tiny printed text, and the tips of his fingers stained with the green ink and mentally sighed. He could use a little break, and Koki was a good person when you just wanted to chill. “Yeah okay.”
“Awesome. Bring beer.” He finally fished out his ipod and the tangle of his headphones.
“Alright.”
--
It was probably lucky that he was on his fourth beer when Koki decided that it was time for the main event, they had been sitting there, drinking lazily as the sun set outside painting the inside of Koki’s tiny living room in vivid oranges and reds. The host of whatever game show they were watching grinned maliciously at the camera, pointing to the girl in the bikini on a bicycle and said something crude that was lost to the sound of the tab popping on Koki’s fourth beer.
“Jin sent me this really good shit from America, no censoring or anything.” Maru paled, and then flushed a bit, squirming in the comfy embrace of Koki’s man eating couch, he had been half dazed watching the flashing pictures on the television without processing anything.
“You can’t really mean that?” His voice squeaked a little on the emphasis, swallowing a hard. He knew exactly what Koki was talking about, after all Jin had sent him some too, with a joking packet of wet wipes in the packaging that made Maru flush brilliantly, and then e-mail his thanks the next day. After all it was the decent and polite thing to do. Koki’s smirk chilled him to the bone, he loved the guy but sometimes when he got that devilish tilt to his lips he was terrifying, or at least about to do something to affront Maru’s sensibilities.
“Of course, what better way to relax is there?”
Maru’s brain scrambled desperately for something to offer, all that came out was, “Scrabble?” Koki burst out laughing; side splitting; gasping back the tears laughing. Maru could only glare, trying hard not to smile along with his friend’s infectious laughter.
“It’s fine.” Koki mockingly wiped away a tear. “You really need this.”
“I- Koki.” Maru hissed the other’s name becoming his argument when he was exasperated, but the dvd tray was already open, the disc hitting the slot with a faint click of plastic on plastic.
“Go get another beer.”
“Mine’s still full.” He protested weakly.
“Then sit down and enjoy.”
Opening his mouth to say something, anything to stop this insanity, it was drowned out by the loud gaudy music of the main menu. He grimaced, it was so loud, Koki’s surround sound making the cheap techno spill lurid from every corner of the room. Before he had really protest to anything Koki was sitting next to him, hitting play on his remote, and the movie started, all 52 glorious inches of HD.
Maru had ten minutes of plot to drown his beer and grab another, hoping it would cool the flush he could feel riding high on his cheeks. Koki didn’t comment, but he did produce a tube of lubricant and Maru tired really hard not to look at it. The girl was hot, all long spilling blond hair and high riding fake boobs, pink lips and a tiny waist. Her car broke down and she brought it to the mechanic, his deep blue jump suit read ‘Earl’ and he had a cock that was probably thicker then Maru’s hand. He couldn’t understand what they were saying but it didn’t matter too much anyways, Koki laughed at a few of the lines, but Maru didn’t ask for him to elaborate.
She seemed to like it, voice high and saucy when he grabbed one of her silicon boobs, squeezing the nipple between his thumb and index finger until it became hard and rosy, a flushed pink that never failed to …inspire him. A hand slipped up her skirt short nails on blunt fingers against the perfect tan of her toned thigh. Maru was already half hard, his jeans not doing too much to hide that fact. Looking from the fan of his dark lashes over at Koki because he had to look somewhere else, his breath catching somewhere deep in his chest. Koki was palming his dick through his pants, the tip of his tongue caught between his lips, eyes riveted on the television.
Shakily Maru reached for his beer, knuckles knocking the empty can over and it clanged hollowly when it hit the floor. Maru almost jumped when Koki looked at him, hiding his discomfort by bending over to pick up the dropped can.
“Relax.” Koki laughed, his right hand still cupping the visible bulge in his pants, and damn it was really hot in here.
“Yeah.” Maru gulped.
The girl moaned, spreading her legs for the guy, propped up on the hood of her car, playing with her own clit, long blue nails providing an intense colour contrast. Maru swallowed, the more he tried to deny it, the more his blood pumped, pooling hot and thick in his cock, pressing against the zipper to his jeans. More moaning and even when he closed his eyes he couldn’t escape it, the sound so loud it was drilling into his brain, vivid images of the 52’ pussy playing on the back of his closed eyes.
There was a spattering of dialog and when he opened his eyes she was kneeling, looking up as she swallowed cockzilla down, gagging faintly, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, catching the lighting and all but glistening. Maru’s own dick twitched in sympathetic response and he shifted, the seam of his tight jeans rubbing against his balls and Maru had to stop himself from shifting more, it provided such a deliciously tight friction.
“This is my favourite part, watch what he does with her legs.” Koki hissed and Maru jumped, guilty that he had almost forgot his friend was there for a moment. Surprised into looking over he met Koki’s eyes, dark with heat and mischief his ever-present grin as reassuring as it was worrying. Unable to stop himself he slid his gaze down Koki’s body stopping at where his shirt was pulled up exposing the tanned skin of his belly, and the unbuttoned jeans, the zipper pulled down, and he could see the rounded head through the tight fabric, wet spot darker at the head. Eyes going wide his eyes flew up to Koki’s face and to his credit the other man didn’t burst out laughing, but by the way his shoulders shook he really wanted too. “I said relax. You don’t have anything I’ve never seen. I’ve seen a lot.”
Maru failed to think of anything to respond to that with.
He was so hard, the girl was over the front of the car now, boobs rubbing rhythmically against the gloss red finish. She was getting pounded hard and fast and she loved it, and his own blood was pounding through his temples in time, hands curled at his sides. So did Koki, he could see the movement out of his peripheral vision the steady rhythm of his hand over his cock, limbs sprawled akimbo, completely at ease with Maru’s ramrod straight form beside him on the couch. It felt so dirty and so wrong, but he had held off as long as he could, denim unexpectedly rough under his fingertips, when his hand bumped into his thigh.
He was so wound up, tension crackling through his veins, gunpowder under his skin about ready to pop. Biting his bottom lip Maru ground the heel of his palm against his erection, fighting to keep his hips from grinding up into the pressure. When he pressed down and rubbed his hand, his underwear slid against his cock and the seam of his jeans pressed against his balls. It wasn’t enough contact to get off, but it should be enough to calm him a bit.
The girl on camera was thrown over his thighs, his cock pressing up inside her ass this time as she fingered herself. One moment she was playing with her clit, then she was shouting hoarsely and squirting all over the guy’s thighs. He couldn’t stop it, he snapped, gasping suddenly and thrusting shallowly into the friction provided through his jeans, and completely creaming the inside of his briefs.
Koki took one look at Maru, flushed and breathing fast, eyes wide and completely shocked, his hand still hanging limply on his crotch. He couldn’t help it, he started giggling, and it turned into full-out laughter, still hanging out of his own pants as Maru turned increasingly red.
Pairing: None (Koki + Nakamaru)
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Maru is tense from a hectic schedule, Koki decides it is time for him best friend intervention.
Warning: Descriptions of het sex not involving either of them.
Notes: for Crys
--‘I always feel like
somebody’s watching me
and I have no privacy’--
“You coming over after?”
“Hm?” Maru looked up, his glasses sliding down to the tip of nose with the movement, his textbook sat open on his lap, highlighted in varying shades of green.
“I’m busy.” He reasoned, he needed to finish this chapter for the end of the week, even if he had promised he’d go hang out.
“Come on.” Koki gave him a sideways glace, up to his elbow in his bag. “You need a break too.”
Maru scowled, he didn’t have time for a break. Really. He looked at his book eyes going blurry over the tiny printed text, and the tips of his fingers stained with the green ink and mentally sighed. He could use a little break, and Koki was a good person when you just wanted to chill. “Yeah okay.”
“Awesome. Bring beer.” He finally fished out his ipod and the tangle of his headphones.
“Alright.”
--
It was probably lucky that he was on his fourth beer when Koki decided that it was time for the main event, they had been sitting there, drinking lazily as the sun set outside painting the inside of Koki’s tiny living room in vivid oranges and reds. The host of whatever game show they were watching grinned maliciously at the camera, pointing to the girl in the bikini on a bicycle and said something crude that was lost to the sound of the tab popping on Koki’s fourth beer.
“Jin sent me this really good shit from America, no censoring or anything.” Maru paled, and then flushed a bit, squirming in the comfy embrace of Koki’s man eating couch, he had been half dazed watching the flashing pictures on the television without processing anything.
“You can’t really mean that?” His voice squeaked a little on the emphasis, swallowing a hard. He knew exactly what Koki was talking about, after all Jin had sent him some too, with a joking packet of wet wipes in the packaging that made Maru flush brilliantly, and then e-mail his thanks the next day. After all it was the decent and polite thing to do. Koki’s smirk chilled him to the bone, he loved the guy but sometimes when he got that devilish tilt to his lips he was terrifying, or at least about to do something to affront Maru’s sensibilities.
“Of course, what better way to relax is there?”
Maru’s brain scrambled desperately for something to offer, all that came out was, “Scrabble?” Koki burst out laughing; side splitting; gasping back the tears laughing. Maru could only glare, trying hard not to smile along with his friend’s infectious laughter.
“It’s fine.” Koki mockingly wiped away a tear. “You really need this.”
“I- Koki.” Maru hissed the other’s name becoming his argument when he was exasperated, but the dvd tray was already open, the disc hitting the slot with a faint click of plastic on plastic.
“Go get another beer.”
“Mine’s still full.” He protested weakly.
“Then sit down and enjoy.”
Opening his mouth to say something, anything to stop this insanity, it was drowned out by the loud gaudy music of the main menu. He grimaced, it was so loud, Koki’s surround sound making the cheap techno spill lurid from every corner of the room. Before he had really protest to anything Koki was sitting next to him, hitting play on his remote, and the movie started, all 52 glorious inches of HD.
Maru had ten minutes of plot to drown his beer and grab another, hoping it would cool the flush he could feel riding high on his cheeks. Koki didn’t comment, but he did produce a tube of lubricant and Maru tired really hard not to look at it. The girl was hot, all long spilling blond hair and high riding fake boobs, pink lips and a tiny waist. Her car broke down and she brought it to the mechanic, his deep blue jump suit read ‘Earl’ and he had a cock that was probably thicker then Maru’s hand. He couldn’t understand what they were saying but it didn’t matter too much anyways, Koki laughed at a few of the lines, but Maru didn’t ask for him to elaborate.
She seemed to like it, voice high and saucy when he grabbed one of her silicon boobs, squeezing the nipple between his thumb and index finger until it became hard and rosy, a flushed pink that never failed to …inspire him. A hand slipped up her skirt short nails on blunt fingers against the perfect tan of her toned thigh. Maru was already half hard, his jeans not doing too much to hide that fact. Looking from the fan of his dark lashes over at Koki because he had to look somewhere else, his breath catching somewhere deep in his chest. Koki was palming his dick through his pants, the tip of his tongue caught between his lips, eyes riveted on the television.
Shakily Maru reached for his beer, knuckles knocking the empty can over and it clanged hollowly when it hit the floor. Maru almost jumped when Koki looked at him, hiding his discomfort by bending over to pick up the dropped can.
“Relax.” Koki laughed, his right hand still cupping the visible bulge in his pants, and damn it was really hot in here.
“Yeah.” Maru gulped.
The girl moaned, spreading her legs for the guy, propped up on the hood of her car, playing with her own clit, long blue nails providing an intense colour contrast. Maru swallowed, the more he tried to deny it, the more his blood pumped, pooling hot and thick in his cock, pressing against the zipper to his jeans. More moaning and even when he closed his eyes he couldn’t escape it, the sound so loud it was drilling into his brain, vivid images of the 52’ pussy playing on the back of his closed eyes.
There was a spattering of dialog and when he opened his eyes she was kneeling, looking up as she swallowed cockzilla down, gagging faintly, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, catching the lighting and all but glistening. Maru’s own dick twitched in sympathetic response and he shifted, the seam of his tight jeans rubbing against his balls and Maru had to stop himself from shifting more, it provided such a deliciously tight friction.
“This is my favourite part, watch what he does with her legs.” Koki hissed and Maru jumped, guilty that he had almost forgot his friend was there for a moment. Surprised into looking over he met Koki’s eyes, dark with heat and mischief his ever-present grin as reassuring as it was worrying. Unable to stop himself he slid his gaze down Koki’s body stopping at where his shirt was pulled up exposing the tanned skin of his belly, and the unbuttoned jeans, the zipper pulled down, and he could see the rounded head through the tight fabric, wet spot darker at the head. Eyes going wide his eyes flew up to Koki’s face and to his credit the other man didn’t burst out laughing, but by the way his shoulders shook he really wanted too. “I said relax. You don’t have anything I’ve never seen. I’ve seen a lot.”
Maru failed to think of anything to respond to that with.
He was so hard, the girl was over the front of the car now, boobs rubbing rhythmically against the gloss red finish. She was getting pounded hard and fast and she loved it, and his own blood was pounding through his temples in time, hands curled at his sides. So did Koki, he could see the movement out of his peripheral vision the steady rhythm of his hand over his cock, limbs sprawled akimbo, completely at ease with Maru’s ramrod straight form beside him on the couch. It felt so dirty and so wrong, but he had held off as long as he could, denim unexpectedly rough under his fingertips, when his hand bumped into his thigh.
He was so wound up, tension crackling through his veins, gunpowder under his skin about ready to pop. Biting his bottom lip Maru ground the heel of his palm against his erection, fighting to keep his hips from grinding up into the pressure. When he pressed down and rubbed his hand, his underwear slid against his cock and the seam of his jeans pressed against his balls. It wasn’t enough contact to get off, but it should be enough to calm him a bit.
The girl on camera was thrown over his thighs, his cock pressing up inside her ass this time as she fingered herself. One moment she was playing with her clit, then she was shouting hoarsely and squirting all over the guy’s thighs. He couldn’t stop it, he snapped, gasping suddenly and thrusting shallowly into the friction provided through his jeans, and completely creaming the inside of his briefs.
Koki took one look at Maru, flushed and breathing fast, eyes wide and completely shocked, his hand still hanging limply on his crotch. He couldn’t help it, he started giggling, and it turned into full-out laughter, still hanging out of his own pants as Maru turned increasingly red.
