[drabbles]
Drabble dump!
Drabble prompts from Crys.
When Yamapi buys them only one birthday cake, Jin whines and goes off to sulk in a corner because he thinks best friend's birthdays are supposed to be ~*special*~, and that entails personalized cakes and special presents for the one and only Akasnishi Jin. Not a cake that has "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JIN AND MASSU" written with hot pink icing that everyone gets a slice of, and didn't he give Yamapi special attention on his birthday? Yamapi didn't have to share him with anybody!
He resists leaving his little gray corner of woe even when Yamapi comes over to tug on his hair and wrap arms apologetically around his waist, begging please come open your presents, shrugging his best friend off petulantly and giving him the silent treatment.
However, when he feels something cool and soft pressed to his lips, he can't help but flick his tongue out to taste the corrosive sweetness of chocolate icing. He turns his head and Massu is holding cake to his mouth with his fingers, smiling so sincerely Jin is drawn in by it. He runs his tongue over the tips of Massu's fingers, sucking and licking them clean -- the cake is so good. Massu hums in pleasure at his attentiveness, and somehow Jin finds that really arousing.
So when Massu pokes him in the cheek with a sticky finger and exclaims, "Let's get more cake together!" Jin doesn't refuse, thinking that if this is the way birthdays are shared, it's not too bad after all.
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Also posted at neverinprogress.
The walls of their apartment are not very thick, Jin muses on his bed, writhing in his sheets on a warm summer night trying to find a comfortable position. This isn't the first time Jin has caught Yamapi jerking off in the privacy of his own bedroom. Jin is fifteen the first time it happens, Yamapi's mother having let him into the house -- Yamapi's bedroom door had been open the slightest crack and Jin was quiet on his feet because he wanted to try and surprise him.
A throaty groan reaches Jin's ears, and his throat is suddenly parched. He flings his covers off and pads softly to the kitchen for a glass of water.
The house is stuffy and it's past midnight. Jin hesitates slightly before makes his way back to his room, pausing at Yamapi's door -- it's slightly ajar again. When will he ever learn, Jin muses as he sweeps his fringe from his eyes. Jin doesn't really know what he feels about what he's doing in front of his best friend's bedroom door, but the rhythm of Yamapi's breathing draws him in, tangible sounds unfurling into him and wrapping around him, squeezing. It's ragged and tense, like he shouldn't be breathing -- Jin realizes he's holding his breath and something deep inside him aches. Involuntarily, his own hand travels downwards, skimming across his own skin (he sleeps shirtless) he feels it rising within him.
Yamapi's bare skin seem to glow in the soft light that filters through the drawn curtains, and Jin makes out his outline on the bed, head thrown back in voluminous pillows, sheets drawn haphazardly across delicate looking ankles. His eyes are squeezed shut and Jin breathes a heavy sigh of relief.
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Title: Best friends
Pairing: Jin/Yamapi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Drabble for boobandboobs prompt #26.
Yamapi wakes up in a strange manner. His vision first registers only the fuzzy white of his sheets, and he feels a strange weight on his back. There’s a bit of static that’s the remnant of the strange dream at the back of his mind, and it seems a little bit warm in his room.
He realizes his hands are pinned behind his back when he tries reach for his phone, which was buzzing noisily on the bedside table, jumping and dancing convolutedly in circles. He also grasps the fact that something - no, someone is sitting on him, rendering his lower body immobile.
“Hey,” Yamapi mumbles sleepily against his pillow wedged halfway beneath his face. Yamapi knows its Jin because he can smell him; Jin smells of alluring cologne and he is smoky around the edges, the hand around his wrists is big and warm. “What’s up?” Yamapi asks in English, eyes still only half open.
“I called you a hundred times,” Jin says conversationally, and Yamapi hears him snap his phone shut and observes his own phone stop vibrating. “We waited an hour for you.”
Yamapi groans as he realizes that he was supposed to meet Jin and Yuu in town today, it’s his first off-day in two weeks, and his body is aching from the concerts. He vaguely remembers smothering his alarm clock this morning, and yea, it’s peeking out at him from under a pillow.
“Oh,” Yamapi says, rolling his shoulders; trying to roll Jin off him.
Jin responds in kind by shifting more of his weight onto Yamapi’s body, pressing his hips down and runs his free hand up Yamapi’s right side, hitching up his shirt with his nails skittering across his skin. “Jin!” Yamapi gasps and squirms because he’s ticklish. “Stop it!”
“You’re not sorry at all,” Jin’s pout is audible in his voice, and Yamapi turns his head and sees it as well, full bottom lip and eyes that are glittery more than watery. Jin’s hair is sticking out wildly from under his cap, curling around his face. He pokes Yamapi’s cheek with a finger and hurrumphs.
Yamapi feels Jin let go of his hands, and then his hands are kneading Yamapi’s back, working their way down from the pressure points at the base of his skull, over his neck and shoulders, loosening the bunched up muscles there.
“We had fun today and you totally missed out, just so you know.”
Jin digs knuckles into the groove of his back between his shoulder blades. Yamapi lets out a satisfied sigh as he lets the air be pressed out of him, sinking further into the bed. Jin’s good at this, better at it than any girl Yamapi has ever dated. It’s because Jin knows where it hurts after work, and he also knows exactly how Yamapi likes it - not too gentle, more than a little bit rough to smooth out the stubborn traces of yesterday’s tension.
“I know,” Yamapi chuckles at Jin’s pathetic attempt to make him feel bad, “You missed me, didn’t you.”
“Did not!” Jin huffs, and puts an arm on the back of Yamapi’s neck, pressing his face into the sheets. “Is that what you say to your best friend who’s so kindly giving you a massage?”
Yamapi gives in at first, body going limp and soft in Jin’s arms, and then he arches his back off the bed in one smooth motion: Jin’s hat is knocked off his head as he is tumbled onto his back, yelping in surprise. The two of them struggle on Yamapi’s bed, yanking at clothes as they fight for dominance over each other. Jin emits an undignified squeak when Yamapi lays his hands on a momentarily exposed skin over his collarbone.
“You play dirty!” Jin whines as Yamapi takes his chance to lay himself on Jin, ending their battle. Yamapi just laughs, cheeky bursts of air against Jin’s neck. He feels Yamapi’s body shake and gives his shoulders one last hard shove before relaxing and molding their bodies together.
Both of them lie there for a long while, cheeks flushed pink with their previous exertion, until Jin’s stomach growls loudly.
“What the hell, Bakanishi. I thought you guys just had lunch?”
“Can we finally go for nabe now?” Jin complains.
Drabble prompts from Crys.
When Yamapi buys them only one birthday cake, Jin whines and goes off to sulk in a corner because he thinks best friend's birthdays are supposed to be ~*special*~, and that entails personalized cakes and special presents for the one and only Akasnishi Jin. Not a cake that has "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JIN AND MASSU" written with hot pink icing that everyone gets a slice of, and didn't he give Yamapi special attention on his birthday? Yamapi didn't have to share him with anybody!
He resists leaving his little gray corner of woe even when Yamapi comes over to tug on his hair and wrap arms apologetically around his waist, begging please come open your presents, shrugging his best friend off petulantly and giving him the silent treatment.
However, when he feels something cool and soft pressed to his lips, he can't help but flick his tongue out to taste the corrosive sweetness of chocolate icing. He turns his head and Massu is holding cake to his mouth with his fingers, smiling so sincerely Jin is drawn in by it. He runs his tongue over the tips of Massu's fingers, sucking and licking them clean -- the cake is so good. Massu hums in pleasure at his attentiveness, and somehow Jin finds that really arousing.
So when Massu pokes him in the cheek with a sticky finger and exclaims, "Let's get more cake together!" Jin doesn't refuse, thinking that if this is the way birthdays are shared, it's not too bad after all.
-
Also posted at neverinprogress.
The walls of their apartment are not very thick, Jin muses on his bed, writhing in his sheets on a warm summer night trying to find a comfortable position. This isn't the first time Jin has caught Yamapi jerking off in the privacy of his own bedroom. Jin is fifteen the first time it happens, Yamapi's mother having let him into the house -- Yamapi's bedroom door had been open the slightest crack and Jin was quiet on his feet because he wanted to try and surprise him.
A throaty groan reaches Jin's ears, and his throat is suddenly parched. He flings his covers off and pads softly to the kitchen for a glass of water.
The house is stuffy and it's past midnight. Jin hesitates slightly before makes his way back to his room, pausing at Yamapi's door -- it's slightly ajar again. When will he ever learn, Jin muses as he sweeps his fringe from his eyes. Jin doesn't really know what he feels about what he's doing in front of his best friend's bedroom door, but the rhythm of Yamapi's breathing draws him in, tangible sounds unfurling into him and wrapping around him, squeezing. It's ragged and tense, like he shouldn't be breathing -- Jin realizes he's holding his breath and something deep inside him aches. Involuntarily, his own hand travels downwards, skimming across his own skin (he sleeps shirtless) he feels it rising within him.
Yamapi's bare skin seem to glow in the soft light that filters through the drawn curtains, and Jin makes out his outline on the bed, head thrown back in voluminous pillows, sheets drawn haphazardly across delicate looking ankles. His eyes are squeezed shut and Jin breathes a heavy sigh of relief.
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Title: Best friends
Pairing: Jin/Yamapi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Drabble for boobandboobs prompt #26.
Yamapi wakes up in a strange manner. His vision first registers only the fuzzy white of his sheets, and he feels a strange weight on his back. There’s a bit of static that’s the remnant of the strange dream at the back of his mind, and it seems a little bit warm in his room.
He realizes his hands are pinned behind his back when he tries reach for his phone, which was buzzing noisily on the bedside table, jumping and dancing convolutedly in circles. He also grasps the fact that something - no, someone is sitting on him, rendering his lower body immobile.
“Hey,” Yamapi mumbles sleepily against his pillow wedged halfway beneath his face. Yamapi knows its Jin because he can smell him; Jin smells of alluring cologne and he is smoky around the edges, the hand around his wrists is big and warm. “What’s up?” Yamapi asks in English, eyes still only half open.
“I called you a hundred times,” Jin says conversationally, and Yamapi hears him snap his phone shut and observes his own phone stop vibrating. “We waited an hour for you.”
Yamapi groans as he realizes that he was supposed to meet Jin and Yuu in town today, it’s his first off-day in two weeks, and his body is aching from the concerts. He vaguely remembers smothering his alarm clock this morning, and yea, it’s peeking out at him from under a pillow.
“Oh,” Yamapi says, rolling his shoulders; trying to roll Jin off him.
Jin responds in kind by shifting more of his weight onto Yamapi’s body, pressing his hips down and runs his free hand up Yamapi’s right side, hitching up his shirt with his nails skittering across his skin. “Jin!” Yamapi gasps and squirms because he’s ticklish. “Stop it!”
“You’re not sorry at all,” Jin’s pout is audible in his voice, and Yamapi turns his head and sees it as well, full bottom lip and eyes that are glittery more than watery. Jin’s hair is sticking out wildly from under his cap, curling around his face. He pokes Yamapi’s cheek with a finger and hurrumphs.
Yamapi feels Jin let go of his hands, and then his hands are kneading Yamapi’s back, working their way down from the pressure points at the base of his skull, over his neck and shoulders, loosening the bunched up muscles there.
“We had fun today and you totally missed out, just so you know.”
Jin digs knuckles into the groove of his back between his shoulder blades. Yamapi lets out a satisfied sigh as he lets the air be pressed out of him, sinking further into the bed. Jin’s good at this, better at it than any girl Yamapi has ever dated. It’s because Jin knows where it hurts after work, and he also knows exactly how Yamapi likes it - not too gentle, more than a little bit rough to smooth out the stubborn traces of yesterday’s tension.
“I know,” Yamapi chuckles at Jin’s pathetic attempt to make him feel bad, “You missed me, didn’t you.”
“Did not!” Jin huffs, and puts an arm on the back of Yamapi’s neck, pressing his face into the sheets. “Is that what you say to your best friend who’s so kindly giving you a massage?”
Yamapi gives in at first, body going limp and soft in Jin’s arms, and then he arches his back off the bed in one smooth motion: Jin’s hat is knocked off his head as he is tumbled onto his back, yelping in surprise. The two of them struggle on Yamapi’s bed, yanking at clothes as they fight for dominance over each other. Jin emits an undignified squeak when Yamapi lays his hands on a momentarily exposed skin over his collarbone.
“You play dirty!” Jin whines as Yamapi takes his chance to lay himself on Jin, ending their battle. Yamapi just laughs, cheeky bursts of air against Jin’s neck. He feels Yamapi’s body shake and gives his shoulders one last hard shove before relaxing and molding their bodies together.
Both of them lie there for a long while, cheeks flushed pink with their previous exertion, until Jin’s stomach growls loudly.
“What the hell, Bakanishi. I thought you guys just had lunch?”
“Can we finally go for nabe now?” Jin complains.