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Cobra Kai, Johnny/Daniel, praise kink
(Anonymous) 2020-11-24 12:13 am (UTC)(link)Re: Cobra Kai, Johnny/Daniel, praise kink
(Anonymous) 2020-11-24 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Cobra Kai, Johnny/Daniel, praise kink; 1/2 Warning for Mild S3 Spoilers
(Anonymous) 2021-01-14 04:00 am (UTC)(link)The first time it happened was after class. Daniel clapped him on the back and said something like “Good job today man.” The warm feeling in his stomach that followed he chalked up to the good class they’d had, and tried not to think about it anymore.
The second time it happened they were sparring in Miyagi Do. They liked to incorporate the new moves they were planning to teach the students into their matches while they prepared for classes, stopping to painstakingly review the steps of each new technique. Daniel taught Johnny some Miyagi-isms, and begrudgingly let Johnny teach him some of the more mild Cobra Kai techniques. He agreed, after some pushing from Johnny, that their combined styles were the only chance they had of beating Kreese.
He got Daniel on his back on the ground, one hand on his chest while the other braced his arm between shoulder and torso, and Daniel grinned up at him with that cocksure New Jersey swagger smile and told him he did good. Johnny felt that unrelenting warmth come back, swooping in his stomach and rudely pressing lower, and he stepped back immediately, giving Daniel space to get up while he turned away and tugged his shirt down a little more in the front.
If Daniel noticed anything wrong he didn’t mention it, he just smiled again and told Johnny “if the kids pick up things half as fast as you do, Kreese won’t stand a chance in this tournament.” His whole face flushed red at this, which he blamed on the exertion, and he moved them on to a new technique that forced Daniel to turn away from him.
The third time it happened was in front of the kids. Daniel asked for help demonstrating a technique in front of the class. Johnny had been struggling with this one for a while. Limber as he might be for a man in his fifties, he still couldn’t quite move the way Daniel could, with the flexibility of an acrobat. When Daniel suggested he do the technique, Johnny’s eyes widened, but he got into position anyway. Stepped into Daniel’s space, brought a hand up over his shoulder, and…
It went off without a hitch. Johnny let out a breath, surprised, but quickly reigned in his expression. He would not show weakness in front of the students. Slowly, he let Daniel back onto his feet, who clapped and said, “Excellent work Sensei Lawrence!”
Between the kind words and the proud look in Daniel’s eye, Johnny flushed. A warm feeling tingled from his ears, which were bright red, to the tips of his toes, which curled slightly to get purchase on the grass.
Before he could think too much about that, Daniel spoke. “Let’s go again, slowly so they can see each of the steps.”
Johnny nodded and walked through the move again while Daniel narrated everything he was doing. Afterward, while the kids worked in pairs, Daniel turned to him and spoke quietly.
“Great job, man! Told you you could do it if you stretched enough, old man.”
Johnny wanted to say something biting but he couldn’t. He could only gape as the blood rushed southward from his head. Finally, he said, rough and gritty, “Not all of us can have circus freak flexibility LaRusso.”
Daniel didn’t rise to the bait, he’d been better about that lately, he just studied Johnny with a weird look on his face, like he was trying to figure something out. He didn’t say anything though, just walked through the students while they worked on their moves, stopping to adjust an arm or correct a stance. Johnny took a moment to clear his throat and pull himself together and then did the same.
The fourth time it happened, they were sitting on the floor of the kitchen in Miyagi Do, eating a pizza. Daniel had offered to make sushi, but Johnny insisted he didn’t eat “that fruity raw fish shit.” Daniel pursed his lips the way he always did when he was annoyed, plush skin disappearing into a thin line. (Johnny always liked seeing Daniel riled up, though recent events made him wonder if he’d be just as happy seeing Daniel pleased.) So instead, Daniel made pizza. Some weird, healthy vegetable thing for him, and meat for Johnny. “A man’s meal,” he said.
For a while they ate in silence, a reprieve from Daniel’s constant yammering that Johnny welcomed, but then Daniel spoke up.
“I gotta say, man, this whole teaming up thing is going a lot better than I thought it would.”
Johnny narrowed his eyes at him from above his pizza, wondering where the but came in.
“I’m serious, man! I wasn’t sure what to expect of ‘Sensei Lawrence’ but you’ve done a great job with these kids.”
Johnny– who was in the middle of reaching for another slice– paused and felt his face start to turn red.
“Thanks, man. You too.” He sunk his teeth into his slice and willed his face to return to a normal color.
Daniel barely acknowledged the compliment, continuing on with a strange gleam in his eye. “I mean, who woulda thought? Johnny ‘Ace Degenerate’ Lawrence is good with kids? I’m really– I’m impressed, Johnny.”
Johnny’s cock twitched as he choked on his pizza. He coughed, trying to regain some composure. Daniel’s eyebrows creased and he jumped up and came over to pat Johnny on the back.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, man, I’m fine.” Daniel relaxed, and his eyes darted down to Johnny’s lap. Johnny pulled his plate over himself to cover the obvious tent in his pants, but it was too late. Daniel’s eyes lit up.
“What’s with all the compliments anyway?”
“Just testing a theory I had,” Daniel said, looking smug.
“And what theory is that?” Johnny asked, fighting to keep his voice level.
“That deep down you just want me to tell you how good you are,” he whispered huskily, fingers brushing up into Johnny’s hair and holding him where he was as he bit down on Johnny’s earlobe. Johnny lost the fight and groaned, hips stuttering up against his will and upsetting his plate. Daniel chuckled. “Well, maybe not so deep down.”
“LaRusso,” he said, trying for stern but just coming out breathless.
“Johnny,” Daniel mimicked, clearly holding all the cards. “Do you like it when I compliment you?”
“Don’t–” Johnny gasped as Daniel licked the shell of his ear. “Don't most people like being complimented?”
Daniel’s hand dropped down to cup Johnny through his pants. “I wouldn’t say this is the reaction most people have to being told they did a good job.”
Johnny choked on a moan as Daniel began stroking him through his pants. “Daniel, what are you–”
“Shh, there. Just let me take care of you.” Johnny slouched back, held up by Daniel’s iron grip in his hair. “There’s a good boy.”
Johnny whined, the warm feeling singing through his body accentuated by the sweet friction from Daniel’s hand. The hand stopped moving and Johnny whined again, louder, far too gone to care about how embarrassing it was. He only paused a moment, though, reaching down to unbuckle Johnny’s pants and pull him out. His hand fit over him easily, movements slow and sure.
Johnny almost came on the spot, thrust his hips up hard into the tight circle of Daniel’s hand.
“Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you’re so good for me,” Daniel murmured into Johnny’s hair.
Johnny keened, balls tightening and he knew he was close, so close. He wanted so badly to touch Daniel, but he couldn’t move his hands without falling probably, so instead he turned his head to catch Daniel’s mouth.
Daniel kissed him eagerly, tongue exploring his mouth as his hand sped up on Johnny. Johnny couldn’t kiss back the way he normally would, reduced to panting into Daniel’s mouth as he swiped a thumb through the precum beading up on the head of his cock.
Daniel broke the kiss. “God you’re so wet for it, falling apart over a handjob.” The words should’ve been mean, but Daniel’s tone was awed, almost reverent and Johnny shuddered. “Next time I’m gonna get that mouth on my cock.”
Johnny thrust his hips up harder at that. Fuck. He had no idea that was something he could even want.
“Bet you’d be so good too, so hot for it. Bet I could make you cum with my dick in your mouth, just from my words.”
Johnny’s stomach clenched and he came messily. White stripes coated his shirt, his pants, Daniel’s hand which continued stroking even through the aftershocks.
After a moment he whined and pushed Daniel’s hand away. He moved to sit behind Johnny, legs bracketing his hips as Johnny slumped back on him. He could feel the hard line of Daniel’s cock in his pants and felt gratified that he wasn’t the only one affected by this.
Johnny shivered as he felt Daniel slowly trail his lips up his neck. He stopped just below his ear, sucking on the soft skin there. Johnny moaned quietly, dick twitching in interest even though he wouldn’t be ready to go again for a while.
“So that’s new,” Daniel murmured in his ear.
Johnny laughed quietly. “You’re tellin’ me.”
“So you didn’t know?” Daniel asked, sounding surprised. “No one’s ever told you how good you are?”
Johnny shrugged. “Haven’t done much good.”
He didn’t mean anything by it, just the truth, but he felt Daniel soften anyway. Sad. He brought a hand up and stroked along Johnny’s side, gentle, pitying.
“Oh Johnny,” he started.
“Don’t. Just– don’t.” Johnny hated the way his voice caught. “Okay?”
He felt Daniel shift, hesitant. When Johnny turned to him his eyes were big and full of sympathetic words Johnny didn’t wanna listen to. He turned back forward and shifted up onto the balls of his feet.
“Johnny, what–”
Johnny hushed him. Pushed him back a little so he could kneel between Daniel’s legs and went for the button on his jeans.
“Johnny–” Daniel started again, warning. He wanted to talk about it. Johnny didn’t, so he tugged his jeans and boxers down and pulled Daniel’s cock out. His erection had only flagged a little during their conversation, which Johnny considered a win. When he stroked along the flushed skin, Daniel hissed.
“Why wait till next time?” Johnny asked, and when Daniel hesitated, he brought his mouth to rest against Daniel’s cock as he spoke. "Let me do this for you." He wet his lips, tongue darting out and brushing the head still resting there. Daniel’s head fell back for a second, and then came back up to nod. “Good.”
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Re: Cobra Kai, Johnny/Daniel, praise kink; 1/2 Warning for Mild S3 Spoilers
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Re: Cobra Kai, Johnny/Daniel, praise kink; 1/2 Warning for Mild S3 Spoilers
(Anonymous) 2021-01-17 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)