[Kink Table #28]
Title: Kink Table #28
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Strip poker
A/N: For bluebirdsongs, betaed by death_note13 because shuu_cream is scared of anything and everything I send to her and can only call me mean ):
Jin licked his lips excitedly as Ryo shuffled the cards and gave them out; around the carpet all the players checked their hands with poker faces of varying success: Kame had mastered how to look completely indifferent after all those years of acting, Ohkura just munched on something, Yamapi was covered with his trademark fisheyes expression, Ryo glared at whoever dared to look at him and Taguchi grinned his usual wide grin. Jin just stuck his tongue to one side of his mouth, pushed his fedora a little lower and studied his cards.
The rules were easy; for each hand played the loser had to give up a garment and the winner got to take a shot of tequila. If someone passed out his fate was to be decided by the rest of the players, and whoever called quits had to undergo a batsu game. Jin was quite confident in his luck, so it came as a surprise when he lost the first hand. A big pout claimed his lips as the rest of the men laughed openly at him, and he angrily kicked his jeans off. Ryo raised an amused eyebrow at him.
“Aren’t you going a little too fast?”
Jin glared at his friend. “This was totally intentional. I’m winning next.”
Much to his disgrace, Jin didn’t. The game continued and as the tequila diminished the pile of clothes started to grow: two of Ohkura’s socks, Ryo’s sweater, Jin and Yamapi’s t-shirts and Kame’s shirt and first t-shirt, because Kame was worse than an onion and felt the need to wear way too many layers of clothes on him at all times. Much to everyone’s surprise and shock Junno had managed to remain fully clothed and take more shots than any of them.
Jin let out an excited squeal when he finally managed to win a round. He made a triumphant gesture with his fist and tried to snatch the tequila bottle away while Ryo ruefully got rid of his jeans. Trousers still mid-thigh the Kansai man quickly took the bottle out of Jin’s reach and smiled devilishly at his friend.
“We should make this more interesting. If Jin wants his shot he has to lick the salt off Taguchi’s cheek and take the lemon… From his shoulder.”
Jin shouted outraged. “What?!”
“Well, you can always pay a garment, though you’re a little short on those. You’re the only one complaining about the new rule anyway.”
Jin gritted his teeth and cursed all his friends with a colorful language. Wearing only one sock, his boxers and his fedora he really couldn’t afford to give up any other clothe. With a face of utter disgust he licked a short path across Taguchi’s cheeks and put the salt on it, threatening the man with severe physical consequences if he as much as giggled, which however didn’t affect his wide grin in the slightest nor prevented the rest of the men from bursting into loud guffaws at Jin’s disgusted gestures and humiliated face.
The game continued in a similar fashion for a while: Ohkura left a trace of crumbles over Ryo’s chest, Yamapi earned himself some hard smacks over the head and a couple of kicks accompanied by loud shrieks while trying to lick across Jin’s collarbones, Jin lost his remaining sock when he refused to lick anywhere over Ryo and Kame got red to the tips of his ears when Taguchi had to lick the salt off the side of his mouth.
Jin looked warily at Taguchi as the man leaned in to whisper something in Ryo’s ear next time Jin won a round; he didn’t like the smile that formed on Ryo’s lips in the slightest, and much less the way the Kansai man looked between him and Kame, sitting next to Jin and dressed only in his jeans.
“You have to lick the salt from the small of Kame’s back and take the lemon from his shoulder blade. If any of you refuse, you both have to pay a garment.”
Jin looked at his friend and gulped heavily as the atmosphere of the room suddenly changed. Kame’s cheeks were quickly turning pink.
“I… Uhm… I will just… lie down…”
“Yeah, right… Oh, the salt… I, uh, sorry about this.”
There were some badly concealed amused laughs as they two of them moved around a bit. Kame rested his head on his crossed arms and tried not to focus on Jin moving behind him. His whole body shivered as he felt the warm tongue sweeping over the small of his back and then again to lick off the salt. Jin’s teeth scraped against the skin of his shoulder as he took the lemon into his mouth and Kame couldn’t help a small noise, much to his embarrassment. They were both red to their hairline when they finally sat up again, and the rest of the men were looking at them weirdly. Kame looked at Jin subtly, but the older man seemed to have found a sudden interest in the shot glass.
Much to their misfortune Kame won the next round, and Yamapi seemed to have found amusing the previous scene, because he suggested Kame licked the salt off Jin’s waistline and took the lemon from the man’s thigh. Jin felt his heart skipping a beat at the suggestion, but Kame seemed too struck to protest and simply blinked at all of them for a moment before turning to Jin with wide eyes.
Jin’s hand found its way to Kame’s hair automatically when the man traced a long path across his waistline with the tip of his tongue. He had to stifle a moan, though he was not sure he was very successful; the second time Kame leaned in to lick the salt off his breath fell over the already wet and sensitive area, sending a pleasurable shiver up Jin’s spine. Kame looked up at him embarrassedly and licked his lips in a way that Jin thought looked everything from sultry to whorish but embarrassed before moving to take the lemon from his thigh; it was placed just by the rim of his underwear, so close to his groin and Kame’s cheek actually rubbed against the growing bulge on his crotch, which made Jin gasp with a small thrust of his hips and a rather hard pull on Kame’s hair.
Kame straightened up, lemon falling off his mouth as he stared at Jin in a mix of shock and lust, shot of tequila completely forgotten as his attention diverted to Jin’s lips. Jin swept his tongue over them and fixed his eyes on Kame’s.
“So, uhm, guys, what was the batsu game if we quit?”
Ryo and Pi groaned in disgust as Jin wrapped his arms around Kame’s hips. “God, Bakanishi, just… Cover your junk with your hat or something, will ya? And get some privacy.”
Ryo shouted at them as Jin made it to leave “I’ll kill you if I find a single stain on my sheets, you hear me, Bakanishi?!”
Junno grinned widely as the bedroom’s door closed loudly and fished a colorful plastic wrapper from Jin’s discarded jeans. “I think they forgot something.”
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Strip poker
A/N: For bluebirdsongs, betaed by death_note13 because shuu_cream is scared of anything and everything I send to her and can only call me mean ):
Jin licked his lips excitedly as Ryo shuffled the cards and gave them out; around the carpet all the players checked their hands with poker faces of varying success: Kame had mastered how to look completely indifferent after all those years of acting, Ohkura just munched on something, Yamapi was covered with his trademark fisheyes expression, Ryo glared at whoever dared to look at him and Taguchi grinned his usual wide grin. Jin just stuck his tongue to one side of his mouth, pushed his fedora a little lower and studied his cards.
The rules were easy; for each hand played the loser had to give up a garment and the winner got to take a shot of tequila. If someone passed out his fate was to be decided by the rest of the players, and whoever called quits had to undergo a batsu game. Jin was quite confident in his luck, so it came as a surprise when he lost the first hand. A big pout claimed his lips as the rest of the men laughed openly at him, and he angrily kicked his jeans off. Ryo raised an amused eyebrow at him.
“Aren’t you going a little too fast?”
Jin glared at his friend. “This was totally intentional. I’m winning next.”
Much to his disgrace, Jin didn’t. The game continued and as the tequila diminished the pile of clothes started to grow: two of Ohkura’s socks, Ryo’s sweater, Jin and Yamapi’s t-shirts and Kame’s shirt and first t-shirt, because Kame was worse than an onion and felt the need to wear way too many layers of clothes on him at all times. Much to everyone’s surprise and shock Junno had managed to remain fully clothed and take more shots than any of them.
Jin let out an excited squeal when he finally managed to win a round. He made a triumphant gesture with his fist and tried to snatch the tequila bottle away while Ryo ruefully got rid of his jeans. Trousers still mid-thigh the Kansai man quickly took the bottle out of Jin’s reach and smiled devilishly at his friend.
“We should make this more interesting. If Jin wants his shot he has to lick the salt off Taguchi’s cheek and take the lemon… From his shoulder.”
Jin shouted outraged. “What?!”
“Well, you can always pay a garment, though you’re a little short on those. You’re the only one complaining about the new rule anyway.”
Jin gritted his teeth and cursed all his friends with a colorful language. Wearing only one sock, his boxers and his fedora he really couldn’t afford to give up any other clothe. With a face of utter disgust he licked a short path across Taguchi’s cheeks and put the salt on it, threatening the man with severe physical consequences if he as much as giggled, which however didn’t affect his wide grin in the slightest nor prevented the rest of the men from bursting into loud guffaws at Jin’s disgusted gestures and humiliated face.
The game continued in a similar fashion for a while: Ohkura left a trace of crumbles over Ryo’s chest, Yamapi earned himself some hard smacks over the head and a couple of kicks accompanied by loud shrieks while trying to lick across Jin’s collarbones, Jin lost his remaining sock when he refused to lick anywhere over Ryo and Kame got red to the tips of his ears when Taguchi had to lick the salt off the side of his mouth.
Jin looked warily at Taguchi as the man leaned in to whisper something in Ryo’s ear next time Jin won a round; he didn’t like the smile that formed on Ryo’s lips in the slightest, and much less the way the Kansai man looked between him and Kame, sitting next to Jin and dressed only in his jeans.
“You have to lick the salt from the small of Kame’s back and take the lemon from his shoulder blade. If any of you refuse, you both have to pay a garment.”
Jin looked at his friend and gulped heavily as the atmosphere of the room suddenly changed. Kame’s cheeks were quickly turning pink.
“I… Uhm… I will just… lie down…”
“Yeah, right… Oh, the salt… I, uh, sorry about this.”
There were some badly concealed amused laughs as they two of them moved around a bit. Kame rested his head on his crossed arms and tried not to focus on Jin moving behind him. His whole body shivered as he felt the warm tongue sweeping over the small of his back and then again to lick off the salt. Jin’s teeth scraped against the skin of his shoulder as he took the lemon into his mouth and Kame couldn’t help a small noise, much to his embarrassment. They were both red to their hairline when they finally sat up again, and the rest of the men were looking at them weirdly. Kame looked at Jin subtly, but the older man seemed to have found a sudden interest in the shot glass.
Much to their misfortune Kame won the next round, and Yamapi seemed to have found amusing the previous scene, because he suggested Kame licked the salt off Jin’s waistline and took the lemon from the man’s thigh. Jin felt his heart skipping a beat at the suggestion, but Kame seemed too struck to protest and simply blinked at all of them for a moment before turning to Jin with wide eyes.
Jin’s hand found its way to Kame’s hair automatically when the man traced a long path across his waistline with the tip of his tongue. He had to stifle a moan, though he was not sure he was very successful; the second time Kame leaned in to lick the salt off his breath fell over the already wet and sensitive area, sending a pleasurable shiver up Jin’s spine. Kame looked up at him embarrassedly and licked his lips in a way that Jin thought looked everything from sultry to whorish but embarrassed before moving to take the lemon from his thigh; it was placed just by the rim of his underwear, so close to his groin and Kame’s cheek actually rubbed against the growing bulge on his crotch, which made Jin gasp with a small thrust of his hips and a rather hard pull on Kame’s hair.
Kame straightened up, lemon falling off his mouth as he stared at Jin in a mix of shock and lust, shot of tequila completely forgotten as his attention diverted to Jin’s lips. Jin swept his tongue over them and fixed his eyes on Kame’s.
“So, uhm, guys, what was the batsu game if we quit?”
Ryo and Pi groaned in disgust as Jin wrapped his arms around Kame’s hips. “God, Bakanishi, just… Cover your junk with your hat or something, will ya? And get some privacy.”
Ryo shouted at them as Jin made it to leave “I’ll kill you if I find a single stain on my sheets, you hear me, Bakanishi?!”
Junno grinned widely as the bedroom’s door closed loudly and fished a colorful plastic wrapper from Jin’s discarded jeans. “I think they forgot something.”