[junta/akito] back to the wall
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songbirdspeaksTitle: Back to the wall
Fandom: Johnny's & Associates (B.A.D.)
Characters: Nakata Junta, Kiriyama Akito, mentions of Shibutani Subaru
Pairing: Junta/Akito
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 980
Summary: Akito presses his advantage.
Notes: Written in a "BAD are detectives and Subaru is their landlord" 'verse I started at some point; written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
koshifuri.
"Jesus Christ, you still smell like gunpowder," Junta breathes, Akito's hair near his face, "you are insane!" He feels rather than hears Akito laughing against his shoulder, and on near automatic he reaches up to punch Akito in the arm. "Next time a deal goes bad, get out, don't stand around and laugh until they start shooting--" Akito's mouth is a surprise, hot and demanding just like the rest of him, and Junta staggers back against the inside of their front door under Akito's palms.
Akito pulls away long enough to shrug his suit jacket off, and loosens his tie in one strong motion before he steps back in. Junta's suddenly achingly aware of how thin his t-shirt is; he can feel every twitch of Akito's fingers over his chest.
Junta feels like he's being swept along, here, dragged into Akito's pace (like always, a small traitorous voice in the back of his head says, and he squashes it), so he gets his hands into the hair at the back of Akito's neck and pulls, twisting and tugging until he can turn them, slamming Akito back into the door so hard it bounces against the hinges and slipping his knee between Akito's. Akito swats at him when he pulls away, cursing under his breath and rubbing at the back of his head.
Then he slides his thigh up, and Akito's breath hitches, his hips rolling forward along Junta's leg, and Junta coils his fingers around Akito's tie to pull him into another bruising kiss. He's not worried about getting his t-shirt off, but he's momentarily concerned about Akito's button-down until he gets the first button, popping it as he licks his way up Akito's jaw to his earlobe, and he bites down in parallel with a twitch of his knee. Akito groans into his mouth, and he grins.
"Is that a gun in your jeans or are you just happy to see me?" Akito asks, before cracking up, and it's both so typically Akito and so obnoxious that Junta is smacking him upside the head before he even thinks about it. When he does it, Akito's head bounces back against the door, and Akito makes a high, whimpery little noise that makes Junta's mouth suddenly dry. "Fuck," Junta groans, and closes back in, forcing Akito back, hard, against the door and licking his way back into Akito's mouth.
Akito's hands find the back of Junta's shirt, and he fists the material there as he rolls his hips against Junta's thigh in a rhythm that's increasingly erratic. Junta tugs at the tails of Akito's buttondown shirt, and finally it comes loose (with a pop from the final button, whoops) before Junta gets to the belt beneath it. "Akito," Junta snaps, "freeze." And he does, much to Junta's surprise, chest heaving as Junta fiddles his belt open.
He moves again when Junta's hand ducks into his boxers, arching into the touch with a moan, but Junta can hardly fault him for that as he palms Akito's hard length through the thin material of his underwear. Two strokes, and then Junta pulls out. "Turn around," he says, forcing himself brisk, and Akito blinks owlishly before a smile spreads broadly across his face, and he hauls his weight off of Junta long enough to shuck his pants and his underwear and press his fists to the doorframe.
It's not like Junta carries lube and shit around just in case his insane (platonic!!) partner decided they should have sex immediately, but Subaru's extra winter coat is hanging on the coat rack and, sure enough, there's stuff in the inside pocket. Along with what looks like a pregnancy test, but Junta ignores that as he peels a condom off the strip, closing his teeth around the corner to hold onto it, and uncaps the lube to pour some on his fingers.
He doesn't bother with too much foreplay; Akito seems to like it when he presses one finger inside without warning, then two, and he stretches them, working him open, until Akito is pushing back against his hand and whispering 'do it' over and over again. "You're sure," Junta asks, around the condom wrapper in his mouth, and Akito turns his head to glare through his hair at him. Junta figures that's a 'fuck you yes I'm sure'.
Junta has to take a moment to peel off his pants, kicking them down the hall, and then he's pressing in, forcing Akito up against the door until he's cheek-to-wood. Akito's breathing is a little too fast, but his eyes are screwed shut and his mouth is half open, and Junta thinks that's a good sign as he rolls his hips forward and back just to hear Akito whimper. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck," Akito manages, and pushes back as Junta thrusts forward, "Junta--hurry up!"
(Junta doesn't need to hear that one twice.) Maybe it's the fact that it's been months since Bun was in town, maybe it's the surprise of the whole thing, maybe it's that Akito's the tightest person he's ever had sex with, but Junta's already getting maddeningly close and from the way Akito's gasping and rocking back against him, it's mutual. Junta settles his palm on the shirt draped over Akito's lower back and presses down as he speeds up, and Akito howls, but it's a good sound.
Akito comes first, before Junta even manages to curl his arm around Akito's hip, and the rolling, tightening waves of his orgasm hit Junta off the proverbial cliff, and he shudders to a stop, heavy orgasm thrumming through him and leaving him weightless. He slumps forward, against Akito's back, and for a long moment they simply sway there in silence. Then Akito's knees give out and then end up on a pile in the floor, and Junta squawks in pain before he starts to giggle.
Fandom: Johnny's & Associates (B.A.D.)
Characters: Nakata Junta, Kiriyama Akito, mentions of Shibutani Subaru
Pairing: Junta/Akito
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 980
Summary: Akito presses his advantage.
Notes: Written in a "BAD are detectives and Subaru is their landlord" 'verse I started at some point; written for
koshifuri."Jesus Christ, you still smell like gunpowder," Junta breathes, Akito's hair near his face, "you are insane!" He feels rather than hears Akito laughing against his shoulder, and on near automatic he reaches up to punch Akito in the arm. "Next time a deal goes bad, get out, don't stand around and laugh until they start shooting--" Akito's mouth is a surprise, hot and demanding just like the rest of him, and Junta staggers back against the inside of their front door under Akito's palms.
Akito pulls away long enough to shrug his suit jacket off, and loosens his tie in one strong motion before he steps back in. Junta's suddenly achingly aware of how thin his t-shirt is; he can feel every twitch of Akito's fingers over his chest.
Junta feels like he's being swept along, here, dragged into Akito's pace (like always, a small traitorous voice in the back of his head says, and he squashes it), so he gets his hands into the hair at the back of Akito's neck and pulls, twisting and tugging until he can turn them, slamming Akito back into the door so hard it bounces against the hinges and slipping his knee between Akito's. Akito swats at him when he pulls away, cursing under his breath and rubbing at the back of his head.
Then he slides his thigh up, and Akito's breath hitches, his hips rolling forward along Junta's leg, and Junta coils his fingers around Akito's tie to pull him into another bruising kiss. He's not worried about getting his t-shirt off, but he's momentarily concerned about Akito's button-down until he gets the first button, popping it as he licks his way up Akito's jaw to his earlobe, and he bites down in parallel with a twitch of his knee. Akito groans into his mouth, and he grins.
"Is that a gun in your jeans or are you just happy to see me?" Akito asks, before cracking up, and it's both so typically Akito and so obnoxious that Junta is smacking him upside the head before he even thinks about it. When he does it, Akito's head bounces back against the door, and Akito makes a high, whimpery little noise that makes Junta's mouth suddenly dry. "Fuck," Junta groans, and closes back in, forcing Akito back, hard, against the door and licking his way back into Akito's mouth.
Akito's hands find the back of Junta's shirt, and he fists the material there as he rolls his hips against Junta's thigh in a rhythm that's increasingly erratic. Junta tugs at the tails of Akito's buttondown shirt, and finally it comes loose (with a pop from the final button, whoops) before Junta gets to the belt beneath it. "Akito," Junta snaps, "freeze." And he does, much to Junta's surprise, chest heaving as Junta fiddles his belt open.
He moves again when Junta's hand ducks into his boxers, arching into the touch with a moan, but Junta can hardly fault him for that as he palms Akito's hard length through the thin material of his underwear. Two strokes, and then Junta pulls out. "Turn around," he says, forcing himself brisk, and Akito blinks owlishly before a smile spreads broadly across his face, and he hauls his weight off of Junta long enough to shuck his pants and his underwear and press his fists to the doorframe.
It's not like Junta carries lube and shit around just in case his insane (platonic!!) partner decided they should have sex immediately, but Subaru's extra winter coat is hanging on the coat rack and, sure enough, there's stuff in the inside pocket. Along with what looks like a pregnancy test, but Junta ignores that as he peels a condom off the strip, closing his teeth around the corner to hold onto it, and uncaps the lube to pour some on his fingers.
He doesn't bother with too much foreplay; Akito seems to like it when he presses one finger inside without warning, then two, and he stretches them, working him open, until Akito is pushing back against his hand and whispering 'do it' over and over again. "You're sure," Junta asks, around the condom wrapper in his mouth, and Akito turns his head to glare through his hair at him. Junta figures that's a 'fuck you yes I'm sure'.
Junta has to take a moment to peel off his pants, kicking them down the hall, and then he's pressing in, forcing Akito up against the door until he's cheek-to-wood. Akito's breathing is a little too fast, but his eyes are screwed shut and his mouth is half open, and Junta thinks that's a good sign as he rolls his hips forward and back just to hear Akito whimper. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck," Akito manages, and pushes back as Junta thrusts forward, "Junta--hurry up!"
(Junta doesn't need to hear that one twice.) Maybe it's the fact that it's been months since Bun was in town, maybe it's the surprise of the whole thing, maybe it's that Akito's the tightest person he's ever had sex with, but Junta's already getting maddeningly close and from the way Akito's gasping and rocking back against him, it's mutual. Junta settles his palm on the shirt draped over Akito's lower back and presses down as he speeds up, and Akito howls, but it's a good sound.
Akito comes first, before Junta even manages to curl his arm around Akito's hip, and the rolling, tightening waves of his orgasm hit Junta off the proverbial cliff, and he shudders to a stop, heavy orgasm thrumming through him and leaving him weightless. He slumps forward, against Akito's back, and for a long moment they simply sway there in silence. Then Akito's knees give out and then end up on a pile in the floor, and Junta squawks in pain before he starts to giggle.
