Ship: Hanamiya Makoto/Imayoshi Shouchi, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu/Ushijima Wakatoshi/ Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyuu Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Word Count: 433 words
...So this is another crossover. See also: Hanamiya and Imayoshi run into Ushijima, Nishinoya and Asahi at a BDSM club. Not really sexual content but mild BDSM?
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Imayoshi leaned back against the couch and sipped his orange juice. Anyone who was going to be playing had to wear a stamp on their arm indicating that they wouldn’t be served alcohol and from previous experience, Imayoshi knew the stamp was almost impossible to wash off. At least it wasn’t on the back of the hand like concert or club stamps; employers who could see the proof their employees had been to a BSDM club might start looking for reason to fire them.
Next to him, Hanamiya was leaning forwards and scanning the crowd. There was a wide playspace and the club was popular; the basic rules of consent were enforced heavily and there were enough bouncers around to keep an eye on everything.
On stage, someone was doing a demonstration of suspension shibari that neither Imayoshi nor Hanamiya had any interest in.
“See anyone interesting?” Imayoshi asked Hanamiya as he let his hand rest on Hanamiya’s shoulder.
“Maybe the little one with the two-toned hair. The one strutting about in black leather with that muscle sub.” Hanamiya nodded in the direction of the man he meant; he was short but well-muscled, heavily bruised in the way of someone who played a contact sport. He had on black leather trousers and nothing else, showing off the defined muscles of his torso. The man kneeling on the floor was huge, a mass of muscle with a black blindfold over his eyes. He was well-attuned to his dom, staying perfectly still under each quick strike of the riding crop.
“He doesn’t look like a switch,” Imayoshi said, critically taking in the expertise with which the dom was layering down the welted marks. They were never deep enough to break the skin and no two of them overlapped. Despite the noise they made, the pain would be mild. A caring dom, in other words, who knew his sub’s limits well and made sure not to push them.
“He isn’t. But he’s got two subs.” Hanamiya’s teeth flashed white and dangerous as he gestured towards another large man kneeling nearby. His tight black collar was fastened to a whipping post but he had twisted around so he could watch the punishment being dished out by the short man. “And he lets other people play with his pets.”
Imayoshi gave Hanamiya a sharp look, wondering what he was planning now, then drained the rest of his drink.
“You’ve never been interested in muscle men before,” he said mildly.
“I’m not.” Hanamiya leaned forwards, tongue swiping over his lips. “But I love breaking little bitchy doms.”
FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, M
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 433 words
...So this is another crossover. See also: Hanamiya and Imayoshi run into Ushijima, Nishinoya and Asahi at a BDSM club. Not really sexual content but mild BDSM?
***
Imayoshi leaned back against the couch and sipped his orange juice. Anyone who was going to be playing had to wear a stamp on their arm indicating that they wouldn’t be served alcohol and from previous experience, Imayoshi knew the stamp was almost impossible to wash off. At least it wasn’t on the back of the hand like concert or club stamps; employers who could see the proof their employees had been to a BSDM club might start looking for reason to fire them.
Next to him, Hanamiya was leaning forwards and scanning the crowd. There was a wide playspace and the club was popular; the basic rules of consent were enforced heavily and there were enough bouncers around to keep an eye on everything.
On stage, someone was doing a demonstration of suspension shibari that neither Imayoshi nor Hanamiya had any interest in.
“See anyone interesting?” Imayoshi asked Hanamiya as he let his hand rest on Hanamiya’s shoulder.
“Maybe the little one with the two-toned hair. The one strutting about in black leather with that muscle sub.” Hanamiya nodded in the direction of the man he meant; he was short but well-muscled, heavily bruised in the way of someone who played a contact sport. He had on black leather trousers and nothing else, showing off the defined muscles of his torso. The man kneeling on the floor was huge, a mass of muscle with a black blindfold over his eyes. He was well-attuned to his dom, staying perfectly still under each quick strike of the riding crop.
“He doesn’t look like a switch,” Imayoshi said, critically taking in the expertise with which the dom was layering down the welted marks. They were never deep enough to break the skin and no two of them overlapped. Despite the noise they made, the pain would be mild. A caring dom, in other words, who knew his sub’s limits well and made sure not to push them.
“He isn’t. But he’s got two subs.” Hanamiya’s teeth flashed white and dangerous as he gestured towards another large man kneeling nearby. His tight black collar was fastened to a whipping post but he had twisted around so he could watch the punishment being dished out by the short man. “And he lets other people play with his pets.”
Imayoshi gave Hanamiya a sharp look, wondering what he was planning now, then drained the rest of his drink.
“You’ve never been interested in muscle men before,” he said mildly.
“I’m not.” Hanamiya leaned forwards, tongue swiping over his lips. “But I love breaking little bitchy doms.”