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come on guys, not reading your flist is no excuse not to give me drabble prompts :((
・ you make me feel like i'm crawling out of my skin, pikame.
・ pretty lady, be my lady, jin/horikita maki
・ death or cake, j2 (buno puntos for anyone who gets the reference)
・ she's a bad girl, i know, kuroki meisa/kame
・ the epic battle between good (jpop) and evil ( ( Read more... )
・ you make me feel like i'm crawling out of my skin, pikame.
・ pretty lady, be my lady, jin/horikita maki
・ death or cake, j2 (buno puntos for anyone who gets the reference)
・ she's a bad girl, i know, kuroki meisa/kame
・ the epic battle between good (jpop) and evil ( ( Read more... )
They don't always, often don't, have enough time for Yamapi to really take his time, both of them working as hard as they do. Yamapi thinks it's a pity, but Kame is torn. He always enjoys it when Yamapi does, but it's also torture. Undeniably sweet torture, but still hard to endure. Kame thinks Yamapi might actually kill him if they had time for Yamapi to take his time every night.
Yamapi crawled down Kame's body slowly, driving Kame higher. Yamapi scrapes his teeth down the muscles of Kame's stomach. He pauses, head cocked, listening to the way Kame's breathing changes, trying to breathe himself zen. It doesn't work, never does, but he tries anyway. Yamapi sucks a mark into the crease of Kame's hip and smiles in satisfaction when Kame breaks his already shaky rhythm, pulling in a huge gasp like the oxygen had all been sucked out of the room and if he didn't he'd suffocate.
"You make me feel like I'm crawling out of my skin," he says, breathless, fingers clenching in the sheets like he'd rather be wrapping them around with strands of yamapi's hair, but isn't entirely sure if touching is really allowed. It's like he's buzzing, shivers running up and down his frame like electricity under his skin.
"Mmmm," Yamapi hums, blunt nails tracing patternless patterns on the sensitive skin on the inside of Kame's thighs,pleased with himself like he gets, but doesn't say anything else. The muscles in Kame's calves clench and unclench, trying not to move. He's only partially successful, but Yamapi rewards his effort by licking a curving path near the base of Kame's cock, following the line it points up. Kame groans, pleasure shooting through him, and Yamapi pulls back licking his lips like a cat with cream.
Kame sobs his next breath in, and then curls his hands into fists and resolutely evens out his breathing. Yamapi watches him, waits as he pulls a shaky eight-count. Slow breath in, hold it, slow breath out. Slow breath in, and then Yamapi licks quickly over the tip of Kame's cock, playing dirty, and it turns into a ragged gasp. It throws Kame's pattern all off and he's sucking in great gulping breaths, exhale quick and harsh and totally uncontrolled.
Yamapi locks his lips around the head of Kame's cock, slides halfway down and Kame cries out, hands clenched around the sheets again, back arching up. Yamapi slides back up, Kame spit-slick where Yamapi's mouth had been. Yamapi goes back down just as fast, and Kame's sobbing now, begging, and oh god, oh god. He keeps his hips mostly still though, like Yamapi likes him to, so Yamapi rewards him by sliding all the way down next time, swallowing around him and stroking his the top of his thigh gently, one of the ways he lets Kame know it's all right for him to come.
Kame comes apart under Yamapi's mouth and hands, shaking like a newborn colt. Yamapi crawls back up his body when he's done and kisses him, tongue pushing deep between slack lips, so Kame can drink himself down.
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ok so remember when you told me how hot my blowjobs were? YEAH THEY AIN'T GO NOTHING ON YOURS. God
damn Nikki. I fucking love your Kamepi, because you always write the most deliciously, in control Yamapi ever. Also askdfj Kame trying to hold it together is ksdjf nnngh.
always write me kamepi.
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as long as you request it bb <3
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