fic: Circussy
Jin stares into a face painted with glitter and complex, colourful and painted patterns, jumps with his arms straight above his head to his dive with a cold chill and a rush of mind-blowing adrenaline.
Painted nails bury themselves deep in his skin as he catches him and then there’s the rush, the rush of air and they swing backwards. He rocks his body with Kame’s support, knowing and trusting on him not to let go, waits for the right moment in concentration and lets go, flying back in the air, reaching and - yes, he grabs the wooden bar (metal would be two slick and highly dangerous) and holds on tight as he swings forward.
He rocks and spins, controlling his muscles carefully in a swift motion to get up and sit on the bar, rising to his feet and swinging for a few times, trying to gather more speed. He needs it.
And when he turns around Kame makes a dive at him from a meter or so above and he concentrates for no matter what they must not fall. With one hand he takes a hold of the other boy’s and for a while they both stand close to each other on the bar, both of their breaths hitched and bodies sweaty and burning hot.
Then he grabs his hold around Kame’s waist with both of his hands and lets himself fall, only to catch a hold of the bar with his knees, swinging upside down from the stomach curling heights and holding onto Kame tightly as the boy balances himself to a graceful straight, horizontal line. And the audience screams and slaps.
The other swing swings at them and Kame grabs it with his arms and, with a swift motion and a small pull, he’s gone. The swing threatens to turn its way but Jin manages to take a hold of Kame’s ankles, and damn, they’re so slippery. He clenches his teeth and holds on to his life.
There is a safety net but it’s far down and he’s always been afraid of it. He remembers crying when having to jump on it at the early stages of his training, but those days are in the past now.
Now he and Kame are stars high above the audience.
And Kame’s arching his body and god he swings and flies.
Jin catches a veil-y rope with his legs, quickly twists it to tie it around his ankle - and lets go. The audience holds their breath as his upper body comes down quickly before the veil fastens and he manages to grasp a strong hold of it with his hand, holding out his arm for the other rope.
He is colour turquoise and Kame’s pink veils are soon occupied as they spin around in them and slide themselves down acrobatically, as they dance high above everyone, go upside down and slide their legs down again, caressing the veils and pressing against them intimately.
Circus is a performance, and for a performance to sell, it needs to be thrilling - it needs to be exciting, beautiful, mesmerizing and at the edge of pornography almost, although with a bit less bare skin and pleasurable moans.
It’s the job of other kind of talents.
Kame dives down from high above finally, his speed increasing as he goes down. And Jin knows he should jump, just forget his fears and go with his instincts, with what he’s taught his muscles, just go and jump and he does and makes a gracious fall, a swan dive with a few volts before he hits the trampoline.
Kame is already spinning high up the air, the veils in his costume fluttering beautifully in the air. And up Jin goes, up up and up high above everything, reaching higher and higher as he spins until he knows no more where the floor is - his world exists of skies and high faraway places.
Blinding spotlights, deafening cheering - he’s in a blur of white, yellow, red, blue and the rush.
He’s in the world of glitter eyes, long, bare legs, skin-tight, sparklingly decorated tank tops, loose, baggy mid-thigh shorts and long, so fucking long and light velvet veils holding on to his hips.
The act ends with loud screaming, clapping and whistling as he grabs a hold of the bar they’d earlier swung on and Kame grabs a hold of his ankles, swinging under them. And then the spotlight is on them, they swing and - fall.
Lights go out, they fall, there’s a loud puff and smoke and they make a jump for the safety net, Kame first.
And then they flee to disappear from the eyes of the audience before the very last bow. And Kame’s dark, eyeliner masked eyes sparkle along with the glitter on his eyelids, temples and cheekbones as he smiles and waves for the audience.
Jin feels the radiance.
--
“I was looking for you.”
Jin crawls his way on the trampoline to the younger boy and nibs at his inner thigh right below his shorts. Kame jumps a bit and they rock on the trampoline, Jin’s lips pressing harder against his soft flesh. Kame sighs.
“And I was here,” Kame answers with a quiet murmur, hooking his legs around Jin’s shoulders in a slightly flirtatious manner while gazing up. “Missed me?”
Jin answers by straightening Kame’s left leg and nibbling at the soft and sensitive skin behind his knee, making Kame yelp quietly and squirm. He likes to get his attention.
He feels a bit bad for the possible pain he’s caused though, so he kisses his way down, up the boy’s thin thigh, trying to rip the shorts higher out of his way. The toes of Kame’s other foot rub his neck, urging him on.
“Sex?” Jin breathes out with a raspy voice, pressing open mouthed kisses up towards Kame’s thigh and the boy’s breathing hitches. Yes. Quiet, incoherent murmurs and a growl.
The lights are out and the others are probably in their smaller tents and carriages sleeping - now it’s just the two of them far lower than usually, Jin climbing better on top of Kame who’s trying to find some form of support from his elbows as Jin leans in to kiss him on the lips. Small brushing of numb lips, Kame’s teeth grazing his upper lip and pulling slowly, earning him to follow him down. And Jin does, he climbs over Kame, sitting tightly on his hips with his back arched forward to abuse the smaller boy’s lips with his owns, to greedily suck on them time after time again. He tilts his head and teases Kame’s tongue out of his mouth before backing away slightly, making him follow for a few more centimetres before brushing it with his own, making Kame shiver and close his eyes slowly for a small while. Their kiss deepens.
Jin feels an unbearable lack of friction in their crotches and presses down. Kame’s soles slide up his thighs towards his ass as the boys fingers bury themselves in his tresses, already coming down from the ponytail held by a couple of thin elastic bands, his corkscrew curls lazily straightening every here and there. Jin moves his lips to caress Kame’s temple, moving to the corner of his eyes, smearing the already smeared eyeliner.
“You got some glitter stuck on your lips,” Kame hushes him and rubs their noses together, eyes half-lidded. Jin can feel his erection slowly and lazily waking up, especially slow as Kame’s hands leave his curls to slide down his sides, only to pull suggestively at the hem of his top. “You might want to check that later,” he continues with a breathless gasp and Jin presses his lips under the boy’s jaw, working his way down his neck, stopping to suck harder on the pulse. Kame groans and it sounds almost like a quiet cry as his nails momentarily sink deeper in his sides, clawing. More.
No. Jin pulls away and presses a needy smooch on his lips before withdrawing, hands sliding down Kame’s arms. The boy throws his head back impatiently, pressing tighter with his thighs. Jin grows just a bit harder and frowns, grunting breathlessly.
“Sore?” Jin asks Kame, sliding down his shorts and baring his upper thigh. The boy’s boxers don’t do much to hide the bulge, probably a bit bigger than his own. Kame sighs and turns his head away, eyes closed and expression somewhat along the lines of enjoyment and calmness. Jin places an open-mouthed kiss on the bulge, making his hips buck, back arch and eyelids flutter for a few times. Kame’s chest heaves.
“Okay,” he answers understandingly and Kame sits up grudgingly. Jin tries to move his way closer, making the trampoline rock them, making them jump a little. He smirks and pulls Kame into yet another kiss, one hand fondling his crotch and making his breathing hitch, mouth hanging motionlessly and helplessly open as he explores it. Kame presses his forehead against his and Jin feels his own boxers quickly getting dirtier.
“H-hnnm,” Kame sighs with his lips barely on the skin of Jin’s cheek, giving it a small, damp brush. “Lips.”
Jin grabs a hold of Kame’s shirt and helps him pull it off, watching the boy shiver gently. He rises on his knees and pulls his own shirt off, taking a hold of its back and pulling. Kame brushes his fingers through his hair a few times. An invitation. He whimpers and runs his nails slowly up the boy’s spine. Kame throws his head back, groans, grabs his hips and pulls him closer. And hell, he’s really, really getting hard. He can feel it twitching and he lets out a pleased moan, tilting his head and eyeing Kame with a hazy look. The boy smirks, resting his fingers under his chin and pulling him into a short kiss.
“South,” he whispers in Jin’s ear and pulls the elastic band off his hair, letting it fall loose on his glistening shoulders and back. Damp. Jin shakes his head to get some of the hair off his face and grabs a strong hold of the boy’s sides, making him flinch.
“Southern,” Kame groans, scratching absent-mindedly Jin’s shoulder blades. Jin proceeds to work his way down his navel, dipping his tongue in his belly button and making him groan and gulp. “Southern… southern, Jin, southern…”
Jin gently grazes the front of Kame’s slightly damp boxers with his teeth and nibs at it and Kame leans forward with a gentle but a bit jumpy rock, making the trampoline bounce again. Squirm. Jin can feel shaky fingers drawing incoherent patterns on his back. His abs look tense.
He presses his mouth as best around it as he can, not particularly enjoying the feeling of the boxers’ fabric against his tongue but putting up with it because he enjoys doing it. He enjoys breathing out deeply and hotly and feeling Kame react, feeling what happens to his erection, feeling how Kame’s hips tremble, how his hand stops momentarily. He lets his saliva soak the fabric and Kame flinches, breathing hoarse and heavy. Needy and whimper-y.
Kame leans over his head and Jin is swallowed by the dark shadows in the already dark room, feeling Kame’s bare chest against the back of his head, feeling how his fingers massage their way down his back to the rim of his boxers, how he gropes his boxer-covered butt cheeks. Jin’s lips tremble and eyelids fall closed. Yes.
He starts yanking on Kame’s boxers and the boy sits up straight again and leans down on his back, raising his hips to help Jin uncover his erection and expose it to the slightly cool-ish air. Kame grimaces and the erection dies down but only for a bit as the air cools it down. Jin takes a hold of his own boxers but Kame kicks his thigh, stopping him.
“Me,” he demands and sits up again, his own erection arcing up with a slight curve. “Don’t you dare.”
Jin smirks and bites his lip. A little more touching would be nice. Being too hard without any fondling there was some goddamn annoying business.
Kame takes a firm hold of his hips, middle fingers teasingly scratching his skin from his lower back and making his breath hitch momentarily. A shiver of pleasure, yes. More and he could just about start trembling and begging.
Hot breath on his stomach. He looks down and follows as Kame kissed and nips at his hips before taking the rim from the middle in his mouth, stretching the elastic band and trying to pull it down.
After seeing he was only going to get stuck with only his mouth in use, Kame grabs the boxers from the sides with his hands and pulls them down to pool around Jin’s knees. Then he proceeds to nip at his earlobe, making Jin shiver and breathe to it heavily and hotly for a few seconds.
“Down,” he whispers and takes support with his hands as he sat back down again, leaning backwards a little, legs parted to give space to him. “Come on. Get it.”
Jin grunts and frowns, leaning forward on his knees after kicking his boxers properly off. “Shut up”, he mutters and runs his palms up and down Kame’s sides, kissing his nipples. Kame arches his back, starting to seem pained.
“Jin,” he cries out, a hint of begging in his voice. “Come on. You started already.”
Jin bites him angrily, feeling a rib pressing against Kame’s skin with his tongue, before moving down. Kame lets out a relieved sigh. His thighs are sweaty and trembling. Want.
Jin kisses the tip and Kame hisses, pressing his knees against Jin’s sides. Demanding. His breathing sounds fast. His own was more to the heavy side.
He leans down, tilts his head teasingly and presses a long and sucking smooch on the other side of the tip. Kame bucks his hips and looks as if he would be about to cry.
“More?” Jin asks smugly and licks slowly and deliberately at his length, going down a few centimetres. “Mm? Yes?”
“Fuck,” Kame curses with an angry expression, eyes threatening to turn back. He's having difficulties keeping his gaze fixed. “Fuck.”
The trampoline intensifies the bucking of his hips.
Jin presses his palms against the soft skin where Kame’s legs start and starts kissing around the man’s shaft, making him whimper and babble something quietly and incoherently, only to get louder at some points with his pleased sounds. He was really starting to buck.
Jin fondles his balls with his right hand after removing it from his crotch, taking more of Kame’s length in his mouth, closing it around the heat and wetness of his mouth. He can taste the dripping pre-cum and Kame almost falls back on his back with his strangled and shaky cry. Hard.
He caresses the slit with his tongue and Kame’s sounds quiet down completely except for the heavy and breathless gasps in Jin’s sensitive ears. Yes. Intense. Kame isn’t too much into the too intense part, especially when too hard and hypersensitive but he likes sneaking it in. He likes hurting Kame a bit with the pleasure if possible.
He palms his balls with more pressure and takes more of him in his mouth, skilfully relaxing his throat and going further down before bobbing up again. Kame murmurs louder, lips trembling. The trampoline’s shaking.
He isn’t able to go down to the hilt, he never is. But it doesn’t stop him from pursuing as far as he can. He doesn’t dare removing his other hand from Kame’s hip, afraid of the bucking. Kame is a harsh bucker.
“F-fa-aster,” Kame groans pathetically and curls his toes, finally giving up with the hold of his hands and dropping down to the support of his elbows as Jin works on him. “F-fast, oh, o-ohh..!”
Harsher bucking. Kame throws his head back and cries out incoherently, getting louder. Jin hopes no one is doing their rounds around the tent or they’re screwed; fucking on the trampoline isn’t probably something the elders would overlook all that easily…
Kame cries out, enjoying the hard press as Jin tries to swallow the saliva slowly dripping down Kame’s crotch towards his ass, slickening his skin. Jin sucks and moves slowly upwards, pulling as much of the blocked blood with him as he can, creating more and more pressure to the tip.
“Y-yes,” Kame whimpers and comes with a harsh buck and shudder, making the trampoline rock and almost chokes Jin who quickly pulls away, getting some of the remains of his orgasm on the side of his mouth and wiping it away.
“Don’t cum on me,” he complains and pushes Kame who’s too busy shuddering and shivering in his post-orgasmic state, eyes glazed. “You know I hate that!”
“Shut up,” Kame groans as an answer and closes his eyes with an annoyed frown. “Don’t pull away too early then, it’s not like I can aim.”
“You were choking me!” Jin objects, lying down himself and patting the trampoline next to him. “Come on. My turn.”
Kame snorts but crawls closer nonetheless, leaning down to kiss his thighs. Finally. Jin smiles to himself smugly. Hot waves…
“Blow me,” he demands happily, eyes closed and a wide smile still on his lips. “Go on, you can be harsh. Just don’t bite.”
Kame rolls his eyes and crawls properly on top of him, straddling him with his legs and pressing a hand on his mouth, leaning closer with a threatening look.
“Not another word or I won’t,” he threatens. “I’ll leave you here. Horny and miserable.”
“Super miserable,” Jin whines. “Come on, your bare butt on it is making me want to do other stuff.”
“I’m sore…” Kame grumbles and climbs off him. “I prefer your blowjobs. Jerk.”
“Ass,” Jin returns the compliment happily, eyes still closed. “Funny how I’m ‘jerk’ and you’re ‘ass’. Fitting. AH, OUCH, NO, STOP!” he cries out as Kame bites down angrily at his upper thigh. He can swear he can feel a bruise forming. Kame kisses it better but Jin can swear he isn’t really sorry. Maybe he does deserve it. He’d never admit to it though.
“You smell here,” Kame notes, taking in the odour between his legs. Jin purses his lips, getting upset.
“Not like you don’t,” he shoots back. “You know, I don’t find it particularly pleasant either -”
“Thanks for telling me,” Kame groans angrily. “Good to know you don’t enjoy it. I wasn’t saying I don’t like this. Thank you. Now you ruined it for me.”
“I DON’T HATE IT!” Jin shoots up to a sitting position immediately. “I swear! I was just saying! I mean, I’ve gotten used to it, first I did but -”
“There’s such a thing as too much talking, Jin. Especially during sex. So if you want oral, you shut up now or I’ll go to sleep,” Kame stops him. “Zip it. Now.”
Jin purses his lips and frowns, crossing his arms. Kame pushes him down again, massaging circles in his hips as he places open-mouthed, wet kisses on his navel. Jin closes his eyes and his expression softens again.
Kame is a performer, Jin knows it by heart if anyone. And his blowjobs?
…Pure sex. For body and mind, vision and sensation.
Jin remembers the earlier stages of their relationship, the early sexual turns, little experiments.
He had told him to stop performing. He had asked. Hell, he had tried to persuade him in every way. But it just didn’t work for him.
Kame performs for him. If he tries to take it away from him… well… he gets lost. Lost, confused, unsure, tense and angry.
But if he performs, he enjoys it. And that's the way Jin likes it. Better than angry and frustrated snarls and a quick-job that somehow seemed to lack feeling. Let Kame show his feelings the way he could.
The man lowers his lips and hovers over his twitching length. Jin opens his eyes and kicks his leg gently with his foot. Come on, come on…
“Kame,” he groans.
He had been about to say more but the way Kame looks at him with a dark and lusty stare he forgets about it completely. That’s what he was talking about. Oh yesss.
Kame lets his tongue slide down his length. Yes. Jin whimpers. Kame lets more saliva form in his mouth before starting to coat his length with his mouth. Ohhhhh yes. Kame did it good.
Smooches, hell, Kame does smooches, and hell he loves it. Smooches. He moans and bites his lip. He can feel his erection pulsating. And it’s hot.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Kame.”
Kame starts fondling the base with his fingers, gently sucking on the tip. Jin trembles and breathes heavily, quiet, dying whimpers rising on his lips.
“I could fuck you,” Kame whispers at him heatedly from between his legs, his chin caressing the tip. Oh fuck. “But you perform awfully after being fucked. You’ve got to wait a few days before we hit the road.”
“Shut up,” Jin whimpers. “I’m a good fuck.”
“You just aren’t all that pleasant afterwards,” Kame notes him and before he manages to snap back at him Kame swallows him whole. Because hell, Kame is actually skilled enough to do that. Jin wails incoherently, arches his back and grabs a strong hold of the younger boy’s hair.
And Kame sucks on him. His head keeps going up and down, up and down, it keeps bobbing up and down and it’s maddening, it’s thrilling, it’s ohgod-!
Jin comes in Kame’s mouth with a loud cry and Kame skilfully swallows the whole lot without tasting too much. Fucker is skilled enough with his mouth to avoid the nasty stuff. Jin’s jealous. He kicks him weakly with his shaking knee to his chin.
“What, are you complaining?” Kame murmurs to him softly and playfully, kissing the said knee and caressing his calf gently with his palm. “How unappreciative.”
“I’m not,” Jin mumbles. “Like I could. After that I mean. I mean get here,” he groans and frowns, displeased with himself. “Tell me I’m good.”
“You’re good,” Kame complies and lies down on him, wiping sweat from his forehead with his hand and pressing a soft kiss on his neck, feeling his still rapid pulse with his lips. “You’re an acrobat. Flexible, talented, exciting… sexy…”
“Too flattering,” Jin complains and wraps his arms around the younger boy. “Don’t ruin it.”
“Mnn don’t ask then,” Kame mumbles back at him, burying his face in his neck.
Jin releases Kame’s hair from its binds and lets it fall free, combing his fingers lazily through the strands of the young and talented acrobat. Beautiful.
“…You still have glitter on your lips,” Kame notes. Jin groans.
Circus had its downsides.
“Kiss it away,” he shushes.