I am trying to find someone to do this LawRusso role play with me. This is a little taste of how I write, and how the more adult scenes might go. The pairing is of course Johnny Lawrence, and Daniel LaRusso. I would be Daniel, would need a Johnny.
Dream scene: It took surprisingly less time than expected for Daniel to finally fall asleep. The dojo was warm, and quiet, but it wasn’t home. It actually felt like significantly less time before a dream, no, a memory drifted into view behind his eyelids. His small, young, reluctant hand reaching out to push open the doors to the Cobra Kai Dojo. What was he thinking? He knew who took classes here. The next thing he knew, he was sitting down behind the group of young men exclaiming with each movement they made. It wasn’t even ten seconds after he sat down, that the group was bowing to, holy shit-Johnny fucking Lawrence- at the head of the class. Johnny’s head lifted subtly, probably to make sure everyone was bowing properly. Their eyes locked instantly, and Daniel felt that all too familiar warmth pool in his core, when that signature smirk slid across the older boys features. The eye contact felt like it lasted for an eternity, but the younger boy knew it likely only lasted a few seconds. When the blonde then called the others to attention, Daniel took the opportunity to get out of there. The last thing he needed, was to get called out by him in front of an entire karate class. He made it to the door, arm stretched out to push it open, when he heard,
“Halt!” And Daniel felt himself go completely stock-still. Part of him wanted to think, was hoping, that Johnny was commanding the group. So he turned around, slowly. His heart skipped a few beats when he saw Johnny standing at the far edge of the mat, as he had been before, but now he was completely alone.
“Front, and, center.” The words left absolutely zero room for misunderstanding, or discussion. Before Daniel could stop, his legs were carrying him to the center of the mat. Feeling his throat tighten as he finally came to a stop in the middle of the mat. Johnny’s piercing blue eyes examined him, in an almost calculating manner, as the taller boy boy began to circle him. Like a predator.
“What brings you to my dojo LaRusso?” Daniel could practically feel the older boy’s eyes, roving over him. He swallowed hard before answering.
“I-I was…uh…j-just checking out, ya know-“
“Me?” Johnny’s voice was directly next to his ear as he spoke. The smaller boy could feel the other’s lips against the shell, and it caused a full body shudder. He didn’t have time to enjoy the sensation, before his legs were roughly swept out from under him. He hit the mat chest first, eyes twisting shut with the impact, hands hitting only a second later. He quickly tried to get back up. Johnny’s body followed his down though, and he found himself effectively pinned in less than a second. Johnny’s entire, strong body covering his, while those unfairly large hands held his wrists.
“Johnny, what’re you-“ His voice, it was, his own again.
“Oh come on LaRusso, you make it too easy…Besides, I think you know, exactly, what I’m doing….” Johnny’s matured voice growled, so close he could feel the heat of his breath. There was a pause. No movement. No sound but their combined soft panting. One of those deviously skilled hands then slid down from his wrist, and started to explore Daniel’s body. Gliding curiously, experimentally, across his side, down passed his softening stomach. It made his muscles flutter pleasantly at the contact. As soon as those searching fingers found the end of his white tshirt, they dove underneath. Daniel buried his face against his arm, as those fingers reached up to roll a sensitive nipple between them. He desperately tried to stifle the undeniable moan it elicited. Johnny was, as always, relentless. As soon as one nipple was hard and tingling from the abuse, the taller man was shifting them, so he could tease the other. The smaller man’s heart was pounding. Every nerve ending in his body was singing for more contact. As if Johnny could sense it, his other hand finally released Daniel’s other wrist, giving it a gentle push, to silently tell him to stay. That hand instantly went to work mapping every inch of previously unexplored skin.
“Johnny…” He moaned the other’s name, as he squirmed restlessly under those hands. Those wonderful, powerful, dangerous hands.
“That’s right baby, you like this don’t you?” One hand started a very targeted path, down into Daniel’s sleep pants, while the other continued it’s explorations. Then those long, work calloused fingers wrapped around the smaller man’s already almost achingly hard cock. And honestly, who could blame Daniel for the porn-worthy sound he let out at that? Or the way he rocked desperately into the tight ring of Johnny’s fist. The deep chuckle in his ear, caused his entire body to quake.
“Yeah you do. Like it when I put you in your place? That it?” Johnny’s voice sounded dark, and gravely, the way it usually did when they’ve gone through a particularly rough bout of sparring. But there was something else. Something that seemed to be lying just beneath every threat, and tease. Something possessive, and almost reverent.
“And you know where your place is, don’t you LaRusso?” Daniel didn’t have time to answer, before he was suddenly flipped unceremoniously onto his back. He was met with a soul shaking image. Johnny, in all his grown glory, his sleeveless black training gi hanging open, showing off that still so unfairly sexy body. The older man was staring down at him. With that same look that he always gets when he gets the upper hand, especially with Daniel. Proud, confident, dominant. Looming over him, a hand on either side of Daniel’s head. He could actually feel his cock twitch at the sight. He wasn’t treated to it for long, the taller man deciding it was time he began carefully cataloguing every inch of the side of the younger man’s throat, with his tongue. His breath ghosting over the sensitive skin as he spoke.
“C’mon, tell me, where do you belong baby?” One of Johnny’s hands made it’s way back down to the smaller man’s straining erection, under the waistband of his sleep pants to take hold of him again. This time he started stroking, sure and steady. The smaller man whined, his arms finally coming back online, as he reached up, gripping that stupid black gi, and yanked him up. Johnny went willingly, and their lips crashed together. The kiss was sloppy, and he was almost certain he’d split his lip just a little when he’d pulled the older man in. But Daniel honest to god, couldn’t bring himself to care. Johnny’s mouth was absolutely perfect, and yeah, the younger man was more than a little hooked.
“Daniel…. Answer me…. Where do you, belong?” The older man was starting sound breathless, and so wonderfully, affected by it all. And the way Johnny used his first name. No, Daniel needed to focus. He let his eyes flutter open to look around. He hadn’t noticed when he was, repositioned, but it wasn’t just them that had changed. The oppressive white walls of Cobra Kai were gone, and they were surrounded by somewhere much more peaceful.
“I…uh…in our dojo?” He answers dumbly, and he knew he was wrong. At least not entirely. Especially with the amused sound that comes from Johnny as he picks up his pace.
“Mmmm, yeah, in our dojo…. Under me….” Those words, the way their bodies were fit together like long lost puzzle pieces, the fact that it was Johnny, it all began to build. His orgasm was so close, he was trembling with it. Then Johnny did something. Hooked Daniel’s leg (his crane kick leg of course, the sentimental bastard), and he rocked his groin against the smaller man’s ass, the hard outline of a large cock pressing against him. That was it, that was all it took. Daniel came with a cry that sounded eerily similar to ‘Johnny’. The older man stroked him through it, his voice a constant in Daniel’s ear.
“Mmmm that’s right baby. Ride it out for me. Look at you, covered in your own cum. Heh, good thing you’re all alone, right?” Daniel shot into a sitting position with a gasp, fully awake, and panting. He looked about, taking everything in. He was in his old room in the dojo. It was mid morning. And, he was most definitely, covered in his own sticky, drying mess. To make it all worse he was still most definitely sharing said dojo with their new assistant. Almost as if on cue, his door slid open, Beau standing there with a tablet, typing away on it.
“Hey Mr. LaRusso I just-“ The younger man stopped abruptly, taking in the other’s very disheveled look, and nervous demeanor.
“M-Mr. Law-er-I mean Johnny, just got here, and he told me to, and I quote, ‘come in here and wake your tiny ass up.’ I’ll just uh, I’ll tell him you’re, already, up.” Beau shut the door quickly, face bright red, as he loudly scurried away. Damn it Johnny.
