emchan, you might want to find a new journal to stalk
this one just seems to keep getting more and more questionable. pr0n, in one hour:
Jin twirled once and then struck a pose for Yamapi, who was sitting on the couch. He was wearing a black jacket and pants, and had a scarf draped down across his otherwise bare chest. "So? How's it look? This'll work for the Popeye photoshoot, right?" he asked.
Yamapi didn't say anything. Yamapi's eyes seemed stuck somewhere low on Jin's hips, and Jin couldn't help the spark of desire low in his belly. Jin thought this was an appropriate reaction on Yamapi's part and mentally commended him on his good taste.
After half an eternity, Yamapi dragged his eyes up, raking across Jin's chest, and finally met Jin's eyes. Jin wasn't entirely sure how to read the look there, and that was weird, because usually Jin noticed Yamapi's Please sex me looks right off.
"What?"
Yamapi licked his lips. Jin followed the movement of tongue over perfect lips and swallowed.
"That is the ugliest belt I think I have ever seen," Yamapi said.
Jin started to protest, but it died in his throat when Yamapi reached out and pulled Jin toward him by the belt, and then started undoing the buckle. "Take it off. It's distracting," Yamapi continued, pulling the belt off Jin's pants.
Only now Jin recognized the glint in Yamapi's eyes. "Distracting?" he asked.
"Distracting," Yamapi confirmed, eyes coasting low on Jin's stomach, running a thumb across the top edge of Jin's pants.
Jin may have leered then. "And this isn't distracting?"
Yamapi leaned forward and licked a wet stripe up Jin's stomach from his waistline up past his navel, then blew gently on the wet skin. He grinned wickedly up at Jin, and Jin felt himself hardening from the promises he read in Yamapi's eyes.
"No," Yamapi replied, popping the button on Jin's pants and pulling down the zipper. "This is what I was being distracted from." Yamapi pulled Jin further into the V of his legs and Jin slid his hands into Yamapi's hair. Yamapi smirked at the feel of fingers feathering through hair and pushed Jin's pants down impossibly lower on his hips.
Jin may have whimpered when Yamapi pulled him out of his boxers and stroked up and down his length once, twice, and sent Jin another heated look. He definitely did when Yamapi lapped almost delicately at the head, tasting the pre-come gathered on the tip, before stretching his lips wide and taking Jin in as far as he could.
Yamapi had one hand curled around the base of Jin's cock, and the other rubbing himself slowly through the front of his pants. His eyes never left Jin's face. He set up a lazy rhythm with his mouth, enjoying all the sounds he could tease out of Jin.
Jin tugged on Yamapi's hair with his gloved hand, wordlessly telling him come on, already; and Yamapi hummed an acknowledgement, sucking harder and stroking faster until Jin came in his mouth with a cry.
Spent, Jin slithered down, relaxing into Yamapi's lap.
by jemz
by Iso
Jin twirled once and then struck a pose for Yamapi, who was sitting on the couch. He was wearing a black jacket and pants, and had a scarf draped down across his otherwise bare chest. "So? How's it look? This'll work for the Popeye photoshoot, right?" he asked.
Yamapi didn't say anything. Yamapi's eyes seemed stuck somewhere low on Jin's hips, and Jin couldn't help the spark of desire low in his belly. Jin thought this was an appropriate reaction on Yamapi's part and mentally commended him on his good taste.
After half an eternity, Yamapi dragged his eyes up, raking across Jin's chest, and finally met Jin's eyes. Jin wasn't entirely sure how to read the look there, and that was weird, because usually Jin noticed Yamapi's Please sex me looks right off.
"What?"
Yamapi licked his lips. Jin followed the movement of tongue over perfect lips and swallowed.
"That is the ugliest belt I think I have ever seen," Yamapi said.
Jin started to protest, but it died in his throat when Yamapi reached out and pulled Jin toward him by the belt, and then started undoing the buckle. "Take it off. It's distracting," Yamapi continued, pulling the belt off Jin's pants.
Only now Jin recognized the glint in Yamapi's eyes. "Distracting?" he asked.
"Distracting," Yamapi confirmed, eyes coasting low on Jin's stomach, running a thumb across the top edge of Jin's pants.
Jin may have leered then. "And this isn't distracting?"
Yamapi leaned forward and licked a wet stripe up Jin's stomach from his waistline up past his navel, then blew gently on the wet skin. He grinned wickedly up at Jin, and Jin felt himself hardening from the promises he read in Yamapi's eyes.
"No," Yamapi replied, popping the button on Jin's pants and pulling down the zipper. "This is what I was being distracted from." Yamapi pulled Jin further into the V of his legs and Jin slid his hands into Yamapi's hair. Yamapi smirked at the feel of fingers feathering through hair and pushed Jin's pants down impossibly lower on his hips.
Jin may have whimpered when Yamapi pulled him out of his boxers and stroked up and down his length once, twice, and sent Jin another heated look. He definitely did when Yamapi lapped almost delicately at the head, tasting the pre-come gathered on the tip, before stretching his lips wide and taking Jin in as far as he could.
Yamapi had one hand curled around the base of Jin's cock, and the other rubbing himself slowly through the front of his pants. His eyes never left Jin's face. He set up a lazy rhythm with his mouth, enjoying all the sounds he could tease out of Jin.
Jin tugged on Yamapi's hair with his gloved hand, wordlessly telling him come on, already; and Yamapi hummed an acknowledgement, sucking harder and stroking faster until Jin came in his mouth with a cry.
Spent, Jin slithered down, relaxing into Yamapi's lap.
by jemz
by Iso