[Christmas Gift Fic] #24 - On the floor

[h_itoshi]

Title: On the floor
Prompt: #24 - Having sex against a wall
Worcount: 2288
Notes: AU. NC-17 for wall sex. Shamelessly inspired by the PV to the JLo song I stole the title from. FANCY. Also, Kawaei from AKB48 got a cameo here.

The nightclub is the most expensive one in town. It's an old theatre in western style, walls painted red with elaborate gold ornaments that gleam in the darkness, red carpet on the floor. In the ceiling there are huge crystal chandeliers reflecting the flashing neon lights, breaking them into glittering shatters on the floor.

The stage and balconies are left untouched, while the floor where the rows of seats would have been, there is a dancefloor.

On the balconies are VIP booths, and the center one is reserved for the club's owners and very special guests. It's furnished with a couch and armchairs in the same luxurious style as the theatre itself, red velvet and gold embellishments on the wood. From up there, you can look at the crowd dancing, and that's what Nikaido does most nights.

There is a very exclusive group of people who can come here, not just everyone with the right size of wallet is allowed in. But that also makes crowdspotting rather dull after a while.

Nikaido sips his scotch and soda slowly, looking down at the dancing women in designer dresses and men in expensive shirts without any interest.

He glances over at his sister on the other side of the couch. She looks a bit more interested than himself, holding her dry martini gracefully in her gloved hand, long dark curls falling over her shoulders like a river of chocolate.

He looks back to the crowd with a small sigh, thinking that he'll let her enjoy herself.

But of course she notices, knowing him inside and out.

“Bored Takashi?” She says softly over the thumping bass on the dancefloor.

“A little.” Nikaido agrees quietly and leans back enough to get comfortable.

“Just wait.” She smiles and sips her martini, crossing her legs smoothly, showing her sparkly high heels. “I'm sure something fun will happen.”

Nikaido eyes her thoroughly, but doesn't see any signs of her keeping something from him, so he lets it go and continues to look at the crowd. She does too, a small, pleased smirk on her glossy lips.

“Do you see something you like Rina?” Nikaido asks, raising an eyebrow since he doesn't see anyone of the type that normally catches his sister's interest.

She shakes her head softly, curls bouncing against the bare skin of her upper arms. “No. Just waiting for something I like.”

Nikaido's on his third drink when he sees him and stops with the glass halfway to his lips. He's young, probably around 20, with long bangs hanging in his face as he dances. What catches Nikaido's eye is how he moves, how he seems like water and fire at the same time, calm yet fierce. His eyes are closed, Nikaido can see it even from up here, and he dances for himself and himself only, even though there are many interested looks around him. He wears something sleeveless that seems to sparkle over his shoulder, and Nikaido can't look away.

He hears his sister giggle at his stare, but he doesn't care, can only keep looking as the boy's body rolls in time with the music, and it's the worst tease he's ever experienced.

“I want him.” He says, voice an octave lower than the last time he spoke.

His sister laughs softly in response, lifting a hand to call attention to one of the staff members. She points out the boy, not even needing to ask Nikaido who he means, and the man nods and heads off.

Nikaido licks his lips and sets his glass down on the low table, waiting long enough to watch the staff member grab the boy's bare arm and say something before leading him off the dancefloor.

“I knew you'd like him.” His sister says in a knowing sing-song tone when he rises.

Nikaido's eyes narrow at her and she only laughs before sipping her martini as Nikaido heads off to one of the private rooms further in.

The rooms are old dressing rooms, and they still have a long table with mirrors above along two of the walls. Nikaido leans casually against the table and waits.

The boy is shoved inside with no explanation, the door firmly closing behind him as he tries not to stumble and fall.

He looks up and sees Nikaido, and his dark eyes widen, clearly thinking he's in trouble.

He's really pretty up close, dark smudges of a previously perfect eyeliner frames his eyes, making them look even darker. His bangs are brown, Nikaido can see now, and they can't seem to stay out of his eyes and it's damn attractive.

He wears a simple black tank top with a short vest over it, also a dark colour, besides a thin net of silver rhinestones that covers his left shoulder, lining patches of tanned skin with glitter and Nikaido's eyes linger.

"Ehm..." The boy says and nervously wets his lips, seemingly uncertain what he should apologize for, looking at Nikaido with confusion and fright.

Nikaido languidly pushes himself upright, and the expensive fabric of his suit jacket rustles with the movement. The room is silent, a great contrast to the heavy beat of the dancefloor, and it seems to make the boy more uncomfortable and he shifts under Nikaido's gaze.

"How did you get in here?" Nikaido asks, voice deep but genuinely interested. He's clearly no regular visitor and he's too young, and probably not rich enough, to suddenly start coming.

"I was invited." The boy says quickly, eyes trying to follow Nikaido as he slowly starts to walk a circle around him, appreciating him from every angle. "And I'm 21 so I'm old enough."

His voice fits him well, soft, but a potential strength underneath and Nikaido likes it. 21 isn't that bad either since he's only 24 himself.

"What's your name?" Nikaido asks as he rounds the boy, knowing he's playing a game of power that the younger has no chance of winning.

"Senga Kento." He answers after a few seconds, probably hearing his mother's warnings about strangers in his head. "Have I done something wrong?"

He finally asks, and Nikaido's smirk is so small its hardly even there. "Depends."

Nikaido starts to walk around him again, but this time he stops just behind him and looks at the pair of them in the mirror. It looks good, Senga tall and slim and in all black, Nikaido a little broader in pale gray, and Senga's eyes find the mirror and widen.

Nikaido raises a hand to stroke away the brown strands of hair covering Senga's neck and feels goosebumps form on the skin. He leans in to nose at the revealed skin, smelling a spicy cologne and drying sweat, and god he wants this boy.

"Depends on what?" Senga asks, his voice a lot breathier than before, and Nikaido sees when he looks in the mirror that Senga knows very well what it depends on.

"You're a good dancer." Is all Nikaido says, leaning the slightest bit closer and brushes his lips gently over Senga's neck, just enough that his lips tingle for more contact. Senga can't hide his shiver, and his eyes fall closed.

"Thank you." He says so quietly Nikaido only hears it because he's so close.

Nikaido kisses a little firmer, enough to be a soft pressure this time as he sneaks hands up to settle on Senga's hips.

Senga jumps at the sudden contact, but Nikaido only squeezes his hips harder and he doesn't seem too opposed after all.

Nikaido glances up to see Senga's reaction in the mirror as he slowly grinds his hips against his ass, and Senga gasps as he feels Nikaido's half hard cock, eyes widening in chock.

For a second Nikaido considers that he might actually be a virgin, but then Senga carefully pushes back, eyes darkening as he meets Nikaido's gaze.

Nikaido only smirks against Senga's skin because he knew it. No virgin dances like that.

He wastes no time now that Senga's been given a chance to protest, and spins them around, shoving Senga against the wall so suddenly he has to catch himself with his hands to keep from crashing into it.

He lets out a grunt, but then Nikaido grabs his hips again and grinds with more purpose, and the noise trails off into something softer.

Nikaido reaches around him to run one hand up his chest and one down, earning a small sound as he brushes a nipple underneath the tank top and starts undoing Senga's pants. When he reaches inside and finds Senga hard, he can't help but smile, figuring he must be getting off on being manhandled like this.

Senga moan is sweet and rich when Nikaido strokes him, when he uses both hands to shove his pants down enough to squeeze his bare ass.

Nikaido can barely wait to get inside him if that's what he's going to sound like, and he quickly reaches into his pocket for the lube he always has.

Senga must hear the click of the lid since he shudders, and Nikaido can't believe how responsive he is as Nikaido holds him still with one hand and pushes in a finger from the other.

Senga's panting and pushing back in no time, and starts making small noises when Nikaido adds another.

It's hot as fuck, Nikaido's own erection straining against his pants, and he tries to distract himself by pressing his lips to Senga's shoulder, letting the rhinestones cool his skin.

Nikaido soon has three fingers moving in and out, and he figures Senga is definitely ready when he curls his fingers and Senga squeezes around them with a groan. Besides, he's sick of waiting.

Nikaido wipes his fingers on Senga's pants before unbuttoning his own, pulling out his cock with a sigh. Senga tries to turn and look, but Nikaido gives his shoulder a shove and he stays put.

Nikaido's not really one for drawing it out, and so he quickly gets the condom on before positioning himself. Senga makes a longing sound of anticipation when he feels Nikaido's tip against him, which turns into a groan when Nikaido pushes inside. It's tight, so tight, and Nikaido can't go as fast as he'd like to at first, but it's good, and judging by the gasps Senga lets slip, he thinks so too.

Nikaido's hands grip Senga's hips tightly as he starts to thrust, and Senga's hands on the wall curl in pleasure, until the force of Nikaido's thrusting forces him to flatten them again.

Senga is moaning beautifully, desperately, and Nikaido finds himself breathing harder way earlier than he wants to.

He loves this, dirty raw sex with strangers who doesn't even get to know his name or who he is, but he's never this easily swayed, has never quite felt like this. Again he marvels at how responsive Senga is to him, how he pushes back even though Nikaido slams into him with all the force he can muster, how his arms are starting to shake from holding himself up, how he throws his head back when Nikaido hits him just right and it's beautiful.

Nikaido reaches up to grab Senga's hair, just to hold him like that, back arched and throat exposed, and he leans forward enough to see Senga's face, his eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy. The picture only fuels Nikaido's arousal and he twists his still lube-greasy fingers harder in Senga's hair, tugging him close enough to nibble at his earlobe as he keeps that angle.

Senga is loud and Nikaido loves it, thinking that's probably why this boy out of everyone gets to him this much, the way he clearly wants this, loves this.

When Senga takes one hand off the wall to reach down, his other gives out and he falls forward until he catches himself with his whole forearm instead. Nikaido can feel when Senga gets a hand around himself, everything tightens so much, and Senga's noises reach a higher octave.

It's too soon, Nikaido would think, but every thrust sends burning heat through him and there's a sweat on his forehead that leaves his bangs in wisps, and he knows he's too close to keep going if Senga comes.

It doesn't take Senga very long, clamping down hard around Nikaido before he lets out the most obscene sound, and Nikaido only gives a couple more thrusts before coming, hands gripping hard on Senga's hips.

When he pulls out, Senga's legs are shaking, and he can barely manage to turn around to look at Nikaido while slumping against the wall. His face sends a shivering aftershock through Nikaido, his flushed cheeks and dark eyes and slightly open mouth as he tries to breathe properly, and Nikaido wants to kiss him so bad.

To distract himself from that dangerous thought Nikaido cleans himself up as good as he can and lets Senga watch him, more concerned with having to send this suit off for dry cleaning than the younger's eyes on him.

When he's presentable again, he looks back at Senga, who's not any less kissable now, even though some of the arousal in his eyes has faded into sated curiosity.

“Who are you?” Senga asks slowly as he buckles his belt again, and for once, Nikaido's tempted to answer that question. He normally only raises an eyebrow or smirks at it before leaving, but now he does neither.

“Maybe you'll find out if you come back.” He says instead, and sees determination flash in Senga's eyes before he leaves. As Nikaido heads to the bathroom to clean up properly, he secretly hopes that Senga indeed will come back.

Comments

[snowqueenofhoth.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Not sure how I feel about this one.

It's hot, but the not-knowing-each-other part makes me sort of uncomfortable. Also the questionable consent. But the ending makes it okay, I think, since Senga is clearly okay with it and interested, and Nika is actually also interested in him more than just a fuck, so. Hmm. Yeah, I guess I'm okay with it. Would be curious to know what happens in a sequel.

[h-itoshi.livejournal.com]

Uhm tbh I don't think you'll like the sequels if you find this quesionable haha ^^'

[snowqueenofhoth.livejournal.com]

Ah well. :p