fic: Music Box Cords
Title: Music Box Cords
Author: prologuesized
Pairing: Akame
Rating: Hard R
Genre: PWP
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Summary: Kame gets kicks out of Jin’s vocal cord. Jin, living up to his reputation as the man with the brains when it comes to kinks, doesn’t fail to seize the opportunity.
Author Note: circuside made me. Wow, I’m being too porn-productive. I wonder if that’s a bad thing.
Wordcount: 2,600
Music Box Cords
It’s a lazy yet comfortable afternoon. The window blinds are drawn, but shiny stripes of yellow-ish light still penetrate them and draw long light lines on the bedroom floor. The light creates a shiny prism as it comes in contact with the long glass of already bubbling water Kame has had sitting on his bedside drawer since the previous night. It reflects a small light spot with a similar prism on a wall that Jin likes to lazily follow as he lies side by side with Kame on the already warmed up bed. The dim light soothes his eyes normally used to way too much blinding eyes and the day off really feels like a break as his fingers softly brush Kame’s arm.
He hawks to open his voice and places a small peck on Kame’s forehead, making the man gently pull him closer to his warm embrace. Jin swallows for a few times and decides to sit up, coughing for a little bit.
Kame’s fingers dance down his arm as he first yawns and then hawks some more and sings a few notes to open his throat properly. Kame’s eyes flutter shut fingers tremble ever so slightly during a caress. Jin turns to smirk at him gently and moves his free arm over Kame’s side to be able to crouch over him and push his face closer, singing softly “Said I love you, said I love you, said I love you” to him, corners of his lips pulling upwards funnily.
Kame’s breathing gets slightly harder and he rises up to the support of his elbows to grant Jin a languid yet oddly hot kiss, one that he lowers all the time until Jin finds himself pressing Kame gently on the mattress, a chuckle coming from his lips, making Kame’s body jolt delicately.
“What?” he laughs, giving Kame a brief kiss. “I thought you didn’t feel like it~”
“Maybe,” Kame answers with a raspy voice, eyelids half-closed, “I just changed my mind~ Mmn~?”
“Why, because I sang to you?” Jin laughs with a vibrant voice, withdrawing to sit up properly beside him again. Kame groans and keeps feeling up his arm again, his touches starting to grow demanding. Jin jumps out of his reach, a mischievous smirk on his face.
“We running to this beat on Christmas morning, everything that I've done I've done it for you, but I know it was true the feeling was you~” he continues with a higher-pitched voice. Kame writhes slightly on the bed and his sole runs down Jin’s thigh, trying to tempt him closer.
Jin grins, studying Kame’s flushed face and glazed eyes.
“What, you want me loud? Do you?” Jin teases with a rough and full voice. Kame’s still slightly drowsy as his lips part wantonly, toes arching to reach Jin’s crotch in order to give him enough ministrations to jump him there and then.
Jin bites his lips and exhales heavily. Kame sighs, eyes fluttering closed. He moves his entire body to get closer to him and rub his entire sole between Jin’s legs, fingers lazily reaching to grasp his shirt and pull him close. “Tease~”
Jin crawls on top of his boyfriend and breathes heavily against his face, doing nearly nothing else. He tilts his head down to whine quietly in Kame’s ear, making the younger man’s body shake violently as his thighs press demandingly against Jin’s hips, calves trying to push his body closer. Jin can feel the slowly forming bulge brushing against his pelvis and smirks, experimentally moaning a bit more loudly. Kame’s entire body arches and he lets out a deep sigh under Jin, fingertips burying themselves in Jin’s hair, rubbing his scalp oddly obscenely, even though Jin had never before really thought that could be done.
He withdraws himself and Kame tries to yank on his shirt demandingly to get him back but Jin unfolds his fingers easily with his stronger ones and jumps off the bed. Kame groans and covers his face with his palms.
“Jin, damn it.”
Jin pulls himself a chair from under Kame’s desk and grins at him smugly, crossing his legs with his ankle resting on his knee and whistles experimentally, enjoying the little control he has over Kame’s body as the boy winces silently and turns on his side to face him, fingers gripping the sheets tensely.
“Jin.” Kame pats the bed, giving him a rather annoyed and desperate look. Jin’s grin widens and he leans forward, throwing all of his might in the erotic high-pitched cry that makes Kame’s eyes roll back and whole body curl slightly.
“Why don’t you touch yourself?” he speaks with a low and hushed voice, enjoying the diverse use of his vocal chords. It felt good in his throat, vibrating. Oddly enchanting.
“Just come and fuck me.” Glare. A murderous one, but somehow it lacks heart. Jin sucks on his lips.
He starts letting out louder breaths, heavier breaths, arousing breaths. Kame gulps and rolls his head on another side to hide it from Jin, body trembling slightly.
“A-ah.” It’s such a small little voice he likes playing with but Kame’s leg trembles as he extends it slightly to rub his sole against the cool wall. It slides down the uneven surface and Kame’s neck arches slightly, his face still invisible to Jin.
Fuck with not seeing, Jin decides as he climbs his way back on the bed beside Kame. Kame’s eager to pull him close again but Jin refuses his attempts, keeping his distance and tapping his fingertips gently on the strained fabric over Kame’s crotch. Kame’s breaths are silent but that’s how he is - quiet yet all the while screaming on the inside, gasping for more with his mouth opening and closing like a fish’s out of water.
“Touch yourself,” he suggests again, plain curiosity colouring his voice. “Touch, Kame,” he says again, voice deeper. He lets it come from the depths of his lungs and play in the room when it passes through his lips. Kame rolls to the other side and buries his face in the sheets, unwilling to succumb to his request.
“Don’t want to.”
Jin crosses his legs and clears his throat. Kame flinches and curls up as if it would’ve been some sort of defence. Tasty, the man is, there on the sheets and clearly aroused in his boxer-briefs and a grey t-shirt with a black Rolling Stones print, a shirt he usually chose to wear when lazing around the house.
He starts with soothing breaths and quiet murmurs, varying from low to wantonly high. Kame bites his knuckles and crosses his legs in a desperate attempt to hide his crotch (or perhaps add more pressure to it?). Jin continues and mumbles a shaky “Kame” in between, making the younger man arch his back and curl his toes.
Kame tosses around the bed for a while in a desperate attempt to block the noise by pressing the pillow over his head. He however fails since Jin gets his payback by increasing the volume of his pants, starting to feel excited himself while watching Kame’s aroused writhing.
When Kame’s back is arched so hard the position seems almost painful, the man finally gives in and a trembling hand slips under the briefs. Jin’s voice trembles and he whimpers as he watches Kame’s opened mouth, watches as his face turns into a deeper and deeper shade of violet as if he would’ve been unable to breathe. Kame’s eyes are closed and Jin feels his breath hitching amidst his noises as he watches the cloth-covered front of Kame’s pelvis under his scrutiny.
Goddamn, he really likes his boyfriend, he decides as he crawls next to Kame to lie down, whimpers sharp and provoking. Kame’s breath comes out better and he rolls to lie on his stomach, forehead tightly pressed against the mattress. His eyes are still closed as he finds support in his knees and moves his hips up and down, rubbing them against the mattress with his hand still down his briefs. Jin swallows hard and lets suddenly out a louder cry, making Kame’s body momentarily rigid before Kame’s crotch presses tightly against the mattress and back arches so strongly Kame’s entire upper body curves back, his face clear for Jin to see.
Jin’s own black Dolce&Gabbana boxer-briefs start feeling incredibly claustrophobic and skin starts getting flushed as his body heats up. He swallows and founds himself unable to stop the sounds, murmuring weakly. Kame rolls on his back and his wrist seems to shake under the rim of his briefs, nearing a cramp.
He likes the jolts Kame’s body makes when he suddenly cries out louder, screams in frustration and moans with a long tune. It’s as if he would’ve gone through several small spasms all at once, eyelids fluttering slightly open as sweat prickles down his forehead, making him look dangerously delicious there all alone, hand in places Jin rarely actually sees it and even when he does, it’s often during and intercourse or when he walks in in suddenly awkward moments, making the hand move away quickly. The times Kame agrees to succumb to his embarrassing kinks are rare, yet there they are and the way Kame’s neck is arched makes Jin hungry, lowering his raspy noises to pitches he rarely makes if not provoked.
It’s amusing. It’s amusing beyond Jin’s ability to even describe how amusing and funny and childish he feels as he teases a very self-conscious Kame who keeps swallowing the saliva formed in his mouth and finally kicks his briefs out of the way to be able to move his hand more freely. Jin knows it takes a lot from him to actually let him see but Kame seems too lost in the sounds that emerge from Jin’s throat, full and tasty and delicious as they break out.
He stops abruptly and Kame winces silently, shutting his eyes tightly. He watches as Kame’s muscles tense and he presses his lips together, clearly getting more and more annoyed and desperate each passing second.
It’s all about the sounds after all, Jin knows, and chuckles at Kame’s kink, making the other man glare at him. It had been the unspoken deal after all - Jin makes the sounds, Kame touches himself. A simple unsaid agreement. Kame spits in his hand with a glare and moves his hand back down. It’s easier with moisture, smoother. Sleeker. Jin knows. He’s a man too, after all.
Jin crawls closer and bends over Kame’s heated form. He hears the sound of Kame pleasuring himself yet amidst his breathless groans all he can see is the moisture in Kame’s skin, the little sweat drops here and there. They’ve gathered around his hairline, the small groove above his lips and the hollow of his collarbones. Jin whimpers wetly as he kisses them away, his own need painfully throbbing and mind hazy about the sound of Kame, Kame, Kame. Kame doesn’t need to make much sound, somehow Jin loves him all silent, love how he needs to strain his ears to hear the delicious gasps, heaves, pants.
Kame’s rocks his body and manages to roll under Jin, knees brushing the older man’s sides. Hands rip his briefs off and Jin helps by kicking them away once they reach his ankles, enjoying Kame’s lips pressing against his shoulder. He wants to stop the sounds and take Kame there and then, but to his own horror realises that he isn’t able to anymore. Losing the sounds feels awkward and wrong, it feels like he wouldn’t be able to feel the enthralling arousal he feels now, not to mention Kame who bites his teeth down his neck and sucks, fingers circling around both of their needs, massaging them from the base to the tip, time after another, adding some moisture even to Jin’s need in a way that makes his moan falter and break in the middle.
Jin moves his lips down Kame’s neck while he whimpers quietly. He lets out shaky breaths and moans and hears Kame gasp when his lips press down on his ridiculously small nipples that feel as if they were shrinking even more under his touch. He feels the nub puckering when he laps his tongue on it and Kame’s lips tilt, hand stopping in a hard press between their bodies.
Jin cries out desperately with a hoarse and shaky voice, managing to reach the lube tube on top of the bedside drawer next to the glass, also remainders of the previous night. Kame’s hot body trembles under him, slick with sweat. The younger man’s thighs keep slipping from around his thighs, never mind the desperate attempts to hold on.
Jin squirts lube in his hands and reaches down, coating himself first and then pressing a finger in. He grunts as he feels Kame’s muscles clenching around him, sees him throwing his head back and gritting his teeth. Still, he isn’t too tight from the previous night and Jin quickly manages to prepare him and push in. Kame’s eyelashes flutter and lips tremble dryly.
Then he loses himself in the feeling of Kame, Kame and more Kame. He whimpers and cries and feels Kame’s nails digging in his back, feels his quivering lips against his cheek, feels his sweaty and hot legs rubbing his. It takes time from them to find the rhythm mostly because Kame’s already lost and unable to function properly in the head. One of Kame’s hands snakes down between their bodies to take care of himself, but Jin pressing their bodies intimately together amidst his rocking and wailing makes it difficult, makes it so difficult he soon gives up and decides to just go along with the ride and enjoy it to the fullest, enjoy Jin’s ringing voice, frantic and ecstasy-driven.
The bed creaks under them and Jin finds it difficult to stop to kiss Kame’s lips between his high-pitched moans. Kame doesn’t seem to mind much, though, body going through small and jolting spasms at the smallest of touches, never mind the pounding and rubbing.
It’s Kame who comes first, eyes wide and mouth hanging open, a weak and barely audible wail emerging from his throat. Jin’s ear catches it and he feels a violent tremble running through his body and it doesn’t take too long for him to follow. He pulls out while Kame’s weak hand tries to reach for napkins, only to knock down the water glass with the trembling fingers. Jin curses and goes for the napkins himself, throwing a few at Kame who weakly takes them and starts cleaning himself up, sore and tired on the bed while Jin quickly wipes clean his own stomach and cleans up the mess with the water.
“I’m done with your kinks,” Kame mumbles through closed eyelids and curls up comfortably on the bed, body still flushed and goose pimpled from the difference in temperature. “Done, Jin. Done.”
“That’s what you always say,” Jin mumbles happily and crawls back to bed, flicking the napkins in the nearby bin and wrapping his arms around Kame’s body as he pulls him close. He tickles Kame’s nape and ear gently with his lips in a way that makes the younger man squirm and whimpers teasingly in his ear.
Kame rolls over him and grips a tight hold of his hair as he straddles him, a scarily impish smirk on his lips.
“One more sound, and you’ll be a wreck once I’m finished.
Jin gulps. Then again…
He was never good at resisting the temptation.
He arches his neck and moans deeply. The sound still echoes as Kame’s lips start sucking the sounds out of him.
No. He never was good with that.
Author: prologuesized
Pairing: Akame
Rating: Hard R
Genre: PWP
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Summary: Kame gets kicks out of Jin’s vocal cord. Jin, living up to his reputation as the man with the brains when it comes to kinks, doesn’t fail to seize the opportunity.
Author Note: circuside made me. Wow, I’m being too porn-productive. I wonder if that’s a bad thing.
Wordcount: 2,600
Music Box Cords
It’s a lazy yet comfortable afternoon. The window blinds are drawn, but shiny stripes of yellow-ish light still penetrate them and draw long light lines on the bedroom floor. The light creates a shiny prism as it comes in contact with the long glass of already bubbling water Kame has had sitting on his bedside drawer since the previous night. It reflects a small light spot with a similar prism on a wall that Jin likes to lazily follow as he lies side by side with Kame on the already warmed up bed. The dim light soothes his eyes normally used to way too much blinding eyes and the day off really feels like a break as his fingers softly brush Kame’s arm.
He hawks to open his voice and places a small peck on Kame’s forehead, making the man gently pull him closer to his warm embrace. Jin swallows for a few times and decides to sit up, coughing for a little bit.
Kame’s fingers dance down his arm as he first yawns and then hawks some more and sings a few notes to open his throat properly. Kame’s eyes flutter shut fingers tremble ever so slightly during a caress. Jin turns to smirk at him gently and moves his free arm over Kame’s side to be able to crouch over him and push his face closer, singing softly “Said I love you, said I love you, said I love you” to him, corners of his lips pulling upwards funnily.
Kame’s breathing gets slightly harder and he rises up to the support of his elbows to grant Jin a languid yet oddly hot kiss, one that he lowers all the time until Jin finds himself pressing Kame gently on the mattress, a chuckle coming from his lips, making Kame’s body jolt delicately.
“What?” he laughs, giving Kame a brief kiss. “I thought you didn’t feel like it~”
“Maybe,” Kame answers with a raspy voice, eyelids half-closed, “I just changed my mind~ Mmn~?”
“Why, because I sang to you?” Jin laughs with a vibrant voice, withdrawing to sit up properly beside him again. Kame groans and keeps feeling up his arm again, his touches starting to grow demanding. Jin jumps out of his reach, a mischievous smirk on his face.
“We running to this beat on Christmas morning, everything that I've done I've done it for you, but I know it was true the feeling was you~” he continues with a higher-pitched voice. Kame writhes slightly on the bed and his sole runs down Jin’s thigh, trying to tempt him closer.
Jin grins, studying Kame’s flushed face and glazed eyes.
“What, you want me loud? Do you?” Jin teases with a rough and full voice. Kame’s still slightly drowsy as his lips part wantonly, toes arching to reach Jin’s crotch in order to give him enough ministrations to jump him there and then.
Jin bites his lips and exhales heavily. Kame sighs, eyes fluttering closed. He moves his entire body to get closer to him and rub his entire sole between Jin’s legs, fingers lazily reaching to grasp his shirt and pull him close. “Tease~”
Jin crawls on top of his boyfriend and breathes heavily against his face, doing nearly nothing else. He tilts his head down to whine quietly in Kame’s ear, making the younger man’s body shake violently as his thighs press demandingly against Jin’s hips, calves trying to push his body closer. Jin can feel the slowly forming bulge brushing against his pelvis and smirks, experimentally moaning a bit more loudly. Kame’s entire body arches and he lets out a deep sigh under Jin, fingertips burying themselves in Jin’s hair, rubbing his scalp oddly obscenely, even though Jin had never before really thought that could be done.
He withdraws himself and Kame tries to yank on his shirt demandingly to get him back but Jin unfolds his fingers easily with his stronger ones and jumps off the bed. Kame groans and covers his face with his palms.
“Jin, damn it.”
Jin pulls himself a chair from under Kame’s desk and grins at him smugly, crossing his legs with his ankle resting on his knee and whistles experimentally, enjoying the little control he has over Kame’s body as the boy winces silently and turns on his side to face him, fingers gripping the sheets tensely.
“Jin.” Kame pats the bed, giving him a rather annoyed and desperate look. Jin’s grin widens and he leans forward, throwing all of his might in the erotic high-pitched cry that makes Kame’s eyes roll back and whole body curl slightly.
“Why don’t you touch yourself?” he speaks with a low and hushed voice, enjoying the diverse use of his vocal chords. It felt good in his throat, vibrating. Oddly enchanting.
“Just come and fuck me.” Glare. A murderous one, but somehow it lacks heart. Jin sucks on his lips.
He starts letting out louder breaths, heavier breaths, arousing breaths. Kame gulps and rolls his head on another side to hide it from Jin, body trembling slightly.
“A-ah.” It’s such a small little voice he likes playing with but Kame’s leg trembles as he extends it slightly to rub his sole against the cool wall. It slides down the uneven surface and Kame’s neck arches slightly, his face still invisible to Jin.
Fuck with not seeing, Jin decides as he climbs his way back on the bed beside Kame. Kame’s eager to pull him close again but Jin refuses his attempts, keeping his distance and tapping his fingertips gently on the strained fabric over Kame’s crotch. Kame’s breaths are silent but that’s how he is - quiet yet all the while screaming on the inside, gasping for more with his mouth opening and closing like a fish’s out of water.
“Touch yourself,” he suggests again, plain curiosity colouring his voice. “Touch, Kame,” he says again, voice deeper. He lets it come from the depths of his lungs and play in the room when it passes through his lips. Kame rolls to the other side and buries his face in the sheets, unwilling to succumb to his request.
“Don’t want to.”
Jin crosses his legs and clears his throat. Kame flinches and curls up as if it would’ve been some sort of defence. Tasty, the man is, there on the sheets and clearly aroused in his boxer-briefs and a grey t-shirt with a black Rolling Stones print, a shirt he usually chose to wear when lazing around the house.
He starts with soothing breaths and quiet murmurs, varying from low to wantonly high. Kame bites his knuckles and crosses his legs in a desperate attempt to hide his crotch (or perhaps add more pressure to it?). Jin continues and mumbles a shaky “Kame” in between, making the younger man arch his back and curl his toes.
Kame tosses around the bed for a while in a desperate attempt to block the noise by pressing the pillow over his head. He however fails since Jin gets his payback by increasing the volume of his pants, starting to feel excited himself while watching Kame’s aroused writhing.
When Kame’s back is arched so hard the position seems almost painful, the man finally gives in and a trembling hand slips under the briefs. Jin’s voice trembles and he whimpers as he watches Kame’s opened mouth, watches as his face turns into a deeper and deeper shade of violet as if he would’ve been unable to breathe. Kame’s eyes are closed and Jin feels his breath hitching amidst his noises as he watches the cloth-covered front of Kame’s pelvis under his scrutiny.
Goddamn, he really likes his boyfriend, he decides as he crawls next to Kame to lie down, whimpers sharp and provoking. Kame’s breath comes out better and he rolls to lie on his stomach, forehead tightly pressed against the mattress. His eyes are still closed as he finds support in his knees and moves his hips up and down, rubbing them against the mattress with his hand still down his briefs. Jin swallows hard and lets suddenly out a louder cry, making Kame’s body momentarily rigid before Kame’s crotch presses tightly against the mattress and back arches so strongly Kame’s entire upper body curves back, his face clear for Jin to see.
Jin’s own black Dolce&Gabbana boxer-briefs start feeling incredibly claustrophobic and skin starts getting flushed as his body heats up. He swallows and founds himself unable to stop the sounds, murmuring weakly. Kame rolls on his back and his wrist seems to shake under the rim of his briefs, nearing a cramp.
He likes the jolts Kame’s body makes when he suddenly cries out louder, screams in frustration and moans with a long tune. It’s as if he would’ve gone through several small spasms all at once, eyelids fluttering slightly open as sweat prickles down his forehead, making him look dangerously delicious there all alone, hand in places Jin rarely actually sees it and even when he does, it’s often during and intercourse or when he walks in in suddenly awkward moments, making the hand move away quickly. The times Kame agrees to succumb to his embarrassing kinks are rare, yet there they are and the way Kame’s neck is arched makes Jin hungry, lowering his raspy noises to pitches he rarely makes if not provoked.
It’s amusing. It’s amusing beyond Jin’s ability to even describe how amusing and funny and childish he feels as he teases a very self-conscious Kame who keeps swallowing the saliva formed in his mouth and finally kicks his briefs out of the way to be able to move his hand more freely. Jin knows it takes a lot from him to actually let him see but Kame seems too lost in the sounds that emerge from Jin’s throat, full and tasty and delicious as they break out.
He stops abruptly and Kame winces silently, shutting his eyes tightly. He watches as Kame’s muscles tense and he presses his lips together, clearly getting more and more annoyed and desperate each passing second.
It’s all about the sounds after all, Jin knows, and chuckles at Kame’s kink, making the other man glare at him. It had been the unspoken deal after all - Jin makes the sounds, Kame touches himself. A simple unsaid agreement. Kame spits in his hand with a glare and moves his hand back down. It’s easier with moisture, smoother. Sleeker. Jin knows. He’s a man too, after all.
Jin crawls closer and bends over Kame’s heated form. He hears the sound of Kame pleasuring himself yet amidst his breathless groans all he can see is the moisture in Kame’s skin, the little sweat drops here and there. They’ve gathered around his hairline, the small groove above his lips and the hollow of his collarbones. Jin whimpers wetly as he kisses them away, his own need painfully throbbing and mind hazy about the sound of Kame, Kame, Kame. Kame doesn’t need to make much sound, somehow Jin loves him all silent, love how he needs to strain his ears to hear the delicious gasps, heaves, pants.
Kame’s rocks his body and manages to roll under Jin, knees brushing the older man’s sides. Hands rip his briefs off and Jin helps by kicking them away once they reach his ankles, enjoying Kame’s lips pressing against his shoulder. He wants to stop the sounds and take Kame there and then, but to his own horror realises that he isn’t able to anymore. Losing the sounds feels awkward and wrong, it feels like he wouldn’t be able to feel the enthralling arousal he feels now, not to mention Kame who bites his teeth down his neck and sucks, fingers circling around both of their needs, massaging them from the base to the tip, time after another, adding some moisture even to Jin’s need in a way that makes his moan falter and break in the middle.
Jin moves his lips down Kame’s neck while he whimpers quietly. He lets out shaky breaths and moans and hears Kame gasp when his lips press down on his ridiculously small nipples that feel as if they were shrinking even more under his touch. He feels the nub puckering when he laps his tongue on it and Kame’s lips tilt, hand stopping in a hard press between their bodies.
Jin cries out desperately with a hoarse and shaky voice, managing to reach the lube tube on top of the bedside drawer next to the glass, also remainders of the previous night. Kame’s hot body trembles under him, slick with sweat. The younger man’s thighs keep slipping from around his thighs, never mind the desperate attempts to hold on.
Jin squirts lube in his hands and reaches down, coating himself first and then pressing a finger in. He grunts as he feels Kame’s muscles clenching around him, sees him throwing his head back and gritting his teeth. Still, he isn’t too tight from the previous night and Jin quickly manages to prepare him and push in. Kame’s eyelashes flutter and lips tremble dryly.
Then he loses himself in the feeling of Kame, Kame and more Kame. He whimpers and cries and feels Kame’s nails digging in his back, feels his quivering lips against his cheek, feels his sweaty and hot legs rubbing his. It takes time from them to find the rhythm mostly because Kame’s already lost and unable to function properly in the head. One of Kame’s hands snakes down between their bodies to take care of himself, but Jin pressing their bodies intimately together amidst his rocking and wailing makes it difficult, makes it so difficult he soon gives up and decides to just go along with the ride and enjoy it to the fullest, enjoy Jin’s ringing voice, frantic and ecstasy-driven.
The bed creaks under them and Jin finds it difficult to stop to kiss Kame’s lips between his high-pitched moans. Kame doesn’t seem to mind much, though, body going through small and jolting spasms at the smallest of touches, never mind the pounding and rubbing.
It’s Kame who comes first, eyes wide and mouth hanging open, a weak and barely audible wail emerging from his throat. Jin’s ear catches it and he feels a violent tremble running through his body and it doesn’t take too long for him to follow. He pulls out while Kame’s weak hand tries to reach for napkins, only to knock down the water glass with the trembling fingers. Jin curses and goes for the napkins himself, throwing a few at Kame who weakly takes them and starts cleaning himself up, sore and tired on the bed while Jin quickly wipes clean his own stomach and cleans up the mess with the water.
“I’m done with your kinks,” Kame mumbles through closed eyelids and curls up comfortably on the bed, body still flushed and goose pimpled from the difference in temperature. “Done, Jin. Done.”
“That’s what you always say,” Jin mumbles happily and crawls back to bed, flicking the napkins in the nearby bin and wrapping his arms around Kame’s body as he pulls him close. He tickles Kame’s nape and ear gently with his lips in a way that makes the younger man squirm and whimpers teasingly in his ear.
Kame rolls over him and grips a tight hold of his hair as he straddles him, a scarily impish smirk on his lips.
“One more sound, and you’ll be a wreck once I’m finished.
Jin gulps. Then again…
He was never good at resisting the temptation.
He arches his neck and moans deeply. The sound still echoes as Kame’s lips start sucking the sounds out of him.
No. He never was good with that.