[Fic] Repainting
Title: Repainting
Pairing: Akame
Genre: smut, a bit of totally failed crack XD
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jin wants to repaint his bedroom. The next morning, when he was about to start, he heard a knock on the door. It was someone who wanted to help him. (summary sucks, I know *hides*)
A/N: This was a request from Gina-chan. But this fic is also a birthday gift for our birthday girl. TANJOUBI OMDEDETOU~~! I really hope I didn't fail your expectations :D Enjoy ne~~
Note for Gina: I hope you don't mind me stealing a few words from you *hides* I think you'll know which ones I mean *grin* and I know I said I'd post it after midnight (your time XD) but I'm doing it now XD
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Jin's apartment needed redecorating and he decided to do it as soon as he had some free time. However, he didn't want to call professionals in, preferring to do it himself the way he liked it. So he was sitting there, on the sofa outside the recording studio, staring at the clock in such a menacing way that he thought it would scare it and make its needles move faster.
“A penny for your thoughts.” He heard his bandmate on his right say, interrupting his thoughts. Instead of answering, a bored sigh escaped his lips. “Yo, Bakanishi, do you have hearing problems?” The young man asked a bit annoyed, poking Jin's ribs.
“I heard you. I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“Colors.”
“Colors?” The guy raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow hearing those words.
“Yeah. Since we have the weekend off, I was thinking of repainting my bedroom. I'm starting to hate that greenish blue on the walls.”
“I see.”
“Kamenashi-kun, you're up next.” A man popped his head through the sound proof door.
“Hai, I'm coming.” He answered and turned back to Jin. “You're after me?”
“Yeah.”
“I see. Well then... have fun tomorrow.” Kame smiled widely and showed his friend a peace sign.
“Thanks.”
After Jin finished recording his part of the song, he went straight home with the thought of gathering the furniture in the middle of the room so things would be easier in the morning. His state was cheery, thinking that the room would finally look the way he wanted it and not what his decorators decided would look good - he somehow thought that it was a JE standard for all the apartments in which lived all the idols who weren't from Tokyo and were placed in one, because even Ryo's apartment was the same format and colors.
Jin realized that he put all the things away, including his bed, and had nothing to sleep on. Good thing for the sofa in the living room, where he crashed for the night.
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The next morning, Jin woke up slightly happy. He liked the word 'change' and he knew that this change would give the room a different feeling and maybe make him a bit happier or at least make him feel less stressed when he's at home.
After he ate a good and healthy breakfast - healthy by his standards -, Jin went to buy the paint he needed. At the store, he decided on making the room in complementary colors. After he bought the amount he needed and the necessary tools, he returned to his apartment to start the job.
He managed to wash the old paint off and prepare the walls for the first coat of paint. It seemed that helping his dad repaint the house a few years back was a big help for him now, when he wanted to do the same thing. He brought the paint in the bedroom and was thinking about how to make the walls, when he heard a pretty powerful knock on the front door.
“Coming!” Jin let out and made his way to the door. He unlocked it, but the one outside was the one who opened it and entered, without permission. “Kame? What are you doing here?”
“I thought you might need help in repainting. I brought some food, beer and wine. Did you eat?” The younger one asked as he handed Jin the bags he had and disappeared into another room. He came out after a few minutes and entered the kitchen, where Jin was putting the food and drinks in the fridge. “So... do you have a spare brush?” He said merrily, making Jin look at him and study his clothes.
“...yeah.” He let out and lead the way to the room-in-changing. There was something about Kame that morning that bugged Jin; he didn't know if it was his cheerful state or something else. Kame wasn't always the cheerful type, but after finding out the news that Jin was redecorating, his mood almost suddenly changed and that's what Jin didn't understand. But again, he was talking about Kame, one of the most complicated persons he knew, so he didn't even try to understand him.
“Wow, you did this all by yourself?” Kame asked amazed at how neatly the furniture was placed in the middle of the room. And besides that, the door and windows were also protected with paper tape. “How long did it take you?”
“Enough. After I finished, I crashed on the couch and fell asleep the next second.” Jin let out as he went to the paint cans to open them. “This color will go on those two walls and this one on the other two. Which one do you want?”
“I'll take this one and start from the window.”
“Ok.”
Jin started on his part and steadily went all the way up the wall and then back down. At one point, he decided to see how Kame was doing and was just shocked to see his bandmate painting... weird shapes on the wall.
“What are you doing?”
“Um... having fun?” Kazuya grinned innocently at him, returning to the... banana he was painting on the wall. “Ne Jin... do you like bananas?”
“Uh... yeah, why?”
“Just asking.” the younger one said playfully. Jin was staring at his back, almost convincing himself to try to understand Kazuya, but managed to restrain himself from doing that. However, he kept on studying Kame's silhouette and reached the conclusion that the baggy T-shirt and loose jeans the younger one was wearing looked incredibly good on him. And how the T-shirt was showing one of his shoulders... Jin gulped and turned back to his wall, not believing that he was thinking about his bandmate in that way. He soon managed to get the image of Kame almost naked on his bed, with that seductive look and those pouty lips inviting him to join him. However, right after that, Kame approached him and took his brush out of his hand and started drawing with it on the wall the older one was working on.
“What are you doing?” Jin asked, startled by the younger one.
“Drawing.”
“And that's supposed to be...”
“An eggplant.” Kazuya grinned to himself as he drew the tail of the vegetable with yellow, not having any green around. Was it only Jin that thought that bananas and eggplants had a hidden meaning? Because they looked so...
“Let's... let's take a break.” Jin let out as dirty images of Kame started invading his mind again.
“Ok. I'll cook.” said the younger one and darted out of the room, leaving Jin with the two brushes in his hands and a confused expression on. He made his way to his kitchen too, the moment he felt a pleasant smell coming from that direction. The view he had when he stepped inside the kitchen was almost breath-taking: Kame was concentrating on the food, flipping and turning the pan so that the food wouldn't get burned, his eyebrows knitted; the T-shirt was revealing more of his shoulder than before and the cute ponytail completed the image. He never imagined he'd have that kind of thoughts regarding the younger one.
“Oh, Jin, good. You're here. Will you take out some plates and glasses? The food's almost done.” Jin nodded barely visible and did what Kame asked him, placing the dishware on the table.
“Wine or beer?”
“Wine.”
“Got it.”
The two sat at the table and ate in silence, only Jin stealing glances at the other and almost chocked on his food when Kame licked his lips of the sauce that threatened to fall off his lower lip. Jin was desperately trying to shove those thoughts out of his mind and barely managed to. He decided to go back and resume his work, maybe that way he could think of something else. He hurriedly finished the rest of the delicious food and rushed out of the kitchen. Kame soon joined him, taking his brush and starting to paint more seriously.
“What's wrong, Jin?”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“You practically ran out of the kitchen and left me to deal with the dishes.” Jin knew that Kazuya was already pouting, but he didn't dare turn around; he somehow knew that if he did that, he would let himself be prey of his friend's cuteness.
“You should've just left them there. I would've washed them later.” Just moments later he saw a brush with yellow paint on it drawing an almost straight line over Jin's work. But he somehow didn't realize that; instead, he was trying not to let himself fall for his bandmate's warmth and alluring scent. He knew the younger one always got what he wanted and if by an absurd chance he'd want Jin, the older one knew he couldn't resist his charms. He was the second strongest guy in the band - after Tat-chan -, but he knew he couldn't be strong in front of the handsome man Kazuya was. The closeness between the two made his heart beat faster and when he felt the younger one actually hugging him, he didn't know how to react. At first he was only startled when he felt Kame sneaking his arms on Jin's sides and pretty much destroying his work, but then his arms almost wrapped around the older one's waist.
“If I had left them there, I'd hear you whine for at least a few days and stick it in my face.”
“I don't whine!”
“Oh really now? What about that time when all of us came here and partied and the next day you were unfortunate enough to be alone and clean up?”
“Oh that. But that was different!”
“In what way different?”
“In...” Jin escaped the light grip and somehow managed to turn themselves around, pushing Kame to the freshly painted wall. He smirked when he saw the younger one's expression turn into a concerned one. He leaned in close to Kame's face. “It was different. That time I had a lot of bottles and chips bags to clean up after you guys. But this time...” His nose was mere millimeters away form Kazuya's, the younger one closing his eyes shut tight. In that moment, Jin was hit by an idea. He gently raised the other's chin, leaving Kame the impression that he was going to be kissed. But instead of receiving a kiss from Jin, something harsh and wet landed on his face. When he opened his eyes and saw Jin grinning - like the idiot that he was, Kazuya thought - he realized his bandmate painted his face purple. So he decided to take revenge, and so he took his brush and splashed paint on Jin. They started running around the room, dodging one another's splashes of paint, but it wasn't long until they lost their breaths. When Jin looked around, his eyes widened as he saw the splashes of color on his walls, looking not bad, actually. While his eyes roamed around the room, he failed to notice the younger one getting closer to him and looking in the same direction and was startled when he saw him next to him. He started laughing wholeheartedly, seeing the younger one with yellow and purple all over his clothes and skin.
“What are you laughing at?” Kame pouted. At that action of his, Jin grabbed his hand and placed him in front of the covered mirror, in the process pulling the protective white fabric off it.
“This.” He said and stepped behind Kazuya, looking at himself too, noticing he was also covered in the two complementary colors. “Someone was complaining I don't wear enough colored clothes. I wonder if this is ok.” He chuckled and at that comment Kazuya approached the mirror, looking at the older one through it.
“Jin...” Seeing the expression Kazuya had was the last drop needed to fill the glass almost full of dirty thoughts Jin had with the younger one. He took two small steps towards the younger one and circled his arms around his slim waist while looking in the mirror into those deep brown eyes.
“Why are you trying to kill me?” Jin whispered and touched Kazuya's earlobe with his lips. That ghostly touch earned itself a soft gasp from the younger one, who leaned a bit on Jin's body.
“I'm not trying to kill you. Where do you have that idea f-” he didn't get to finish as a pair of plump lips landed on his, violently kissing him. The older one gripped Kazuya's shoulders and pushed him to one of the walls, in the same time sneaking his hands under the T-shirt that was hiding that soft skin for too much time. “Jin, you'll stain my T-shirt.” Kazuya whispered.
“It's already full of paint.”
“That's just because of-” Jin kissed him again, silencing him.
“I'll buy you a new one.”
“Good.” the younger one let out and sneaked his hands at Jin's back, bringing him closer. “But remember it's a designer T-shirt.” Jin ignored his last whispered words as he ripped the fabric off the younger one, making him gasp as the older one threw it on the floor. “My T-sh-” his words were cut off by Jin, who crashed their lips together, wanting to feel those pouty lips, but also to shut the younger one up for good.
“Did anyone tell you you talk too much, Kame?” Jin whispered, moving his hands to pinch the younger one's nipples softly, making him let out a small moan.
“I don't t-” The younger one gasped softly as Jin lowered his face to his neck, kissing him softly, reaching his goal: he was in no mood of hearing him talk, as Kame almost always talked at work.
“I don't want to hear any sound from you, unless it's because of...” he trailed off, knowing Kame would understand what he was talking about, as he let one of his hands caress the younger one's skin until they reached the rim of his low-waist jeans, unbuttoning the only button they had. Jin teasingly slow pulled the zipper down and helped them fall to the ground. All this time he just stared in the younger one's eyes, the latter doing the same, unable to move because of the whole thing. He was surprised by Jin's behavior, but also very aroused by it, remembering that it wasn't only once that he thought about his older bandmate while releasing his stress through physical pleasure. Yes, Kame had thought about him quite a lot and a few times imagining him hiprolling only for him, and not only that but much more.
The moment his jeans landed on the floor, Kazuya stepped out of them and glued his body to the older one and crashed their lips together, pushing him until Jin hit his dresser with his back. Jin then turned them around and they fell on the covered bed, not letting go of each other. It was then when the older one straddled Kazuya, placing his knees on both sides of the younger one's aroused body and leaned in to kiss him again, violently.
“Too many clothes.” Kazuya whispered and made Jin raise his arms so he could take off his T-shirt, but in the next second, the other's plump lips were covering his again. Kazuya slipped his hands in Jin's beautiful dark hair, playing with it while its owner descended his lips to the younger one's earlobe. In a moment of unawareness, Kazuya turned his bandmate around, straddling him, something which surprised Jin.
“Why should you have all the fun?” the younger one purred against Jin's jaw, right under his ear, before placing butterfly kisses down to his chest, his gesture being rewarded by a stream of soft moans and whimpers. He stopped there and took one of the big, black nubs between his lips, while he rubbed the other one between his fingers. Jin's hands were roaming all over Kazuya's back, managing to reach his buttocks, caressing them and sometimes grabbing and fondling them, before he decided he had had enough of Kazuya's teasing and brought him close for a sloppy and wet kiss.
“Are you sure you want this?” Jin asked, slipping one of his hands under the younger one's boxers, caressing the area around his awakening length.
“Would I still be doing this if I didn't?” Kazuya said and lowered himself to Jin's hips, gripping his underwear's rim with his teeth, pulling them down. Jin found that very arousing and unconsciously bucked his hips up, allowing the younger one to pull them off. Jin said nothing but pulled him close, taking the last piece of fabric off him and throwing it away somewhere, along with his own pair of boxers and jeans.
The two naked forms stopped for a second and looked at each other; the embarrassment and awkwardness between them lasting only that long. It was the first time when they saw each other different, being naked like that. Of course they saw each other naked before, especially in their junior days, when they shared the same shower room with others as well. This time it was different: they were both over twenty and their bodies were worked on, both of them having delicious curves and toned muscles.
Kazuya was the one to react first, pulling Jin up and pushing him until they reached another wardrobe on the other end of the bed - strategically placed, Kazuya thought - kissing the life out of each other. He placed himself on Jin's lap, slowly rolling his bottom, making both of them even more aroused. Kazuya felt something wet around his rear entrance and knew right then that Jin was so hot that he might've come any time, if things kept up the pace.
The younger one took one of Jin's hands and started licking his fingers, making them as wet as he could. He was somewhat happy; ever since he saw Jin playing the guitar, he fell in love with his hands: those long, slim fingers always attracted his attention from anything he did. He always wanted to at least touch those beautiful hands, never even dreaming of doing something like he was doing right then. He sucked well on those fingers, lapping his tongue around them over and over again. When he thought it was enough - even though he could never have enough of those hands - he guided the hand to his entrance.
“You have to prepare me if you don't want me to kill you tomorrow.” he let out seductively and Jin nodded, while he placed his free hand on the younger one's hip, helping him cut the distance to almost zero between them.
Kazuya hissed at the contact made by Jin's middle finger with his puckered hole, but his attention was soon drawn upon the hot kiss Jin almost forced on the younger one, successfully distracting him. The older one slowly but surely inserted three of his fingers, stretching Kazuya until the latter's muscles started contracting, telling Jin he was adjusting to the pain that was slowly fading away, making place for something else. The older one retrieved his hand and placed it on the other hip, helping the younger one raise himself a bit, with the intention of sliding down on the already hard member. Jin threw his head back due to the sudden and ecstatic pleasure given by the younger one contracting around his manhood.
It was painful for Kazuya. But he rocked his hips around the quite big length inside him, hoping that the pain would fade away, and so it did, slowly, being replaced with something that he never felt before. Jin gave him time to adjust, but Kazuya was maybe a bit too eager and made him pick up the pace. Soon the older one remembered Kazuya's forgotten member, which seemed in desperate need of finding its release, and took it into one of his hands, soon matching his hand's pace with his thrusts. It didn't take long for the two to reach heaven with Jin's last spurt of his white lovejuice inside Kazuya, who fell over the older one while both of them enjoyed their afterglow.
After he came back down from his high, Jin opened his eyes and smiled faintly at the form crashed on his chest. He removed a few strands of hair from the younger one's flushed face, which made the latter look up. Jin chuckled seeing him so colorful.
“What are you laughing at, Bakanishi?” Kazuya let out tiredly, unable to move his head too much for the time being. He still wanted to enjoy the rest of his afterglow.
“You're so... colorful. Just like a plush toy.”
“Who are you calling a-” his words were muffled by Jin's lips, which descended on Kazuya's.
“I told you you talk too much.” Jin said and made both of them lie down on the bed, taking his length out of the younger one in the process. “And now thanks to you I can't finish the room today.”
“Eeeh? Why are you blaming it on me?”
“Because you're the tease that seduced me.” Jin crashed their lips together again, not giving the younger one a chance to protest.
“But-” Kazuya was startled when Jin's face was suddenly just a few inches close to his.
“Your voice turns me on maybe too much. So if you want another go at it, I'd be glad to do so.” the older one whispered and smiled evilly as his hand traced a line from Kazuya's jaw down to his chest and small nipples, playing with one of them. Kazuya gulped as he glanced at the playful hand on his chest before taking it and entwining it with his, then looking back at the older one.
“As long as I can feel your hands on me... I don't care what you do.” He let out, sure of himself, earning a smug smile from his bandmate, who straddled him and started caressing his whole body, playing with every part of it.
Pairing: Akame
Genre: smut, a bit of totally failed crack XD
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jin wants to repaint his bedroom. The next morning, when he was about to start, he heard a knock on the door. It was someone who wanted to help him. (summary sucks, I know *hides*)
A/N: This was a request from Gina-chan. But this fic is also a birthday gift for our birthday girl. TANJOUBI OMDEDETOU~~! I really hope I didn't fail your expectations :D Enjoy ne~~
Note for Gina: I hope you don't mind me stealing a few words from you *hides* I think you'll know which ones I mean *grin* and I know I said I'd post it after midnight (your time XD) but I'm doing it now XD
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Jin's apartment needed redecorating and he decided to do it as soon as he had some free time. However, he didn't want to call professionals in, preferring to do it himself the way he liked it. So he was sitting there, on the sofa outside the recording studio, staring at the clock in such a menacing way that he thought it would scare it and make its needles move faster.
“A penny for your thoughts.” He heard his bandmate on his right say, interrupting his thoughts. Instead of answering, a bored sigh escaped his lips. “Yo, Bakanishi, do you have hearing problems?” The young man asked a bit annoyed, poking Jin's ribs.
“I heard you. I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“Colors.”
“Colors?” The guy raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow hearing those words.
“Yeah. Since we have the weekend off, I was thinking of repainting my bedroom. I'm starting to hate that greenish blue on the walls.”
“I see.”
“Kamenashi-kun, you're up next.” A man popped his head through the sound proof door.
“Hai, I'm coming.” He answered and turned back to Jin. “You're after me?”
“Yeah.”
“I see. Well then... have fun tomorrow.” Kame smiled widely and showed his friend a peace sign.
“Thanks.”
After Jin finished recording his part of the song, he went straight home with the thought of gathering the furniture in the middle of the room so things would be easier in the morning. His state was cheery, thinking that the room would finally look the way he wanted it and not what his decorators decided would look good - he somehow thought that it was a JE standard for all the apartments in which lived all the idols who weren't from Tokyo and were placed in one, because even Ryo's apartment was the same format and colors.
Jin realized that he put all the things away, including his bed, and had nothing to sleep on. Good thing for the sofa in the living room, where he crashed for the night.
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The next morning, Jin woke up slightly happy. He liked the word 'change' and he knew that this change would give the room a different feeling and maybe make him a bit happier or at least make him feel less stressed when he's at home.
After he ate a good and healthy breakfast - healthy by his standards -, Jin went to buy the paint he needed. At the store, he decided on making the room in complementary colors. After he bought the amount he needed and the necessary tools, he returned to his apartment to start the job.
He managed to wash the old paint off and prepare the walls for the first coat of paint. It seemed that helping his dad repaint the house a few years back was a big help for him now, when he wanted to do the same thing. He brought the paint in the bedroom and was thinking about how to make the walls, when he heard a pretty powerful knock on the front door.
“Coming!” Jin let out and made his way to the door. He unlocked it, but the one outside was the one who opened it and entered, without permission. “Kame? What are you doing here?”
“I thought you might need help in repainting. I brought some food, beer and wine. Did you eat?” The younger one asked as he handed Jin the bags he had and disappeared into another room. He came out after a few minutes and entered the kitchen, where Jin was putting the food and drinks in the fridge. “So... do you have a spare brush?” He said merrily, making Jin look at him and study his clothes.
“...yeah.” He let out and lead the way to the room-in-changing. There was something about Kame that morning that bugged Jin; he didn't know if it was his cheerful state or something else. Kame wasn't always the cheerful type, but after finding out the news that Jin was redecorating, his mood almost suddenly changed and that's what Jin didn't understand. But again, he was talking about Kame, one of the most complicated persons he knew, so he didn't even try to understand him.
“Wow, you did this all by yourself?” Kame asked amazed at how neatly the furniture was placed in the middle of the room. And besides that, the door and windows were also protected with paper tape. “How long did it take you?”
“Enough. After I finished, I crashed on the couch and fell asleep the next second.” Jin let out as he went to the paint cans to open them. “This color will go on those two walls and this one on the other two. Which one do you want?”
“I'll take this one and start from the window.”
“Ok.”
Jin started on his part and steadily went all the way up the wall and then back down. At one point, he decided to see how Kame was doing and was just shocked to see his bandmate painting... weird shapes on the wall.
“What are you doing?”
“Um... having fun?” Kazuya grinned innocently at him, returning to the... banana he was painting on the wall. “Ne Jin... do you like bananas?”
“Uh... yeah, why?”
“Just asking.” the younger one said playfully. Jin was staring at his back, almost convincing himself to try to understand Kazuya, but managed to restrain himself from doing that. However, he kept on studying Kame's silhouette and reached the conclusion that the baggy T-shirt and loose jeans the younger one was wearing looked incredibly good on him. And how the T-shirt was showing one of his shoulders... Jin gulped and turned back to his wall, not believing that he was thinking about his bandmate in that way. He soon managed to get the image of Kame almost naked on his bed, with that seductive look and those pouty lips inviting him to join him. However, right after that, Kame approached him and took his brush out of his hand and started drawing with it on the wall the older one was working on.
“What are you doing?” Jin asked, startled by the younger one.
“Drawing.”
“And that's supposed to be...”
“An eggplant.” Kazuya grinned to himself as he drew the tail of the vegetable with yellow, not having any green around. Was it only Jin that thought that bananas and eggplants had a hidden meaning? Because they looked so...
“Let's... let's take a break.” Jin let out as dirty images of Kame started invading his mind again.
“Ok. I'll cook.” said the younger one and darted out of the room, leaving Jin with the two brushes in his hands and a confused expression on. He made his way to his kitchen too, the moment he felt a pleasant smell coming from that direction. The view he had when he stepped inside the kitchen was almost breath-taking: Kame was concentrating on the food, flipping and turning the pan so that the food wouldn't get burned, his eyebrows knitted; the T-shirt was revealing more of his shoulder than before and the cute ponytail completed the image. He never imagined he'd have that kind of thoughts regarding the younger one.
“Oh, Jin, good. You're here. Will you take out some plates and glasses? The food's almost done.” Jin nodded barely visible and did what Kame asked him, placing the dishware on the table.
“Wine or beer?”
“Wine.”
“Got it.”
The two sat at the table and ate in silence, only Jin stealing glances at the other and almost chocked on his food when Kame licked his lips of the sauce that threatened to fall off his lower lip. Jin was desperately trying to shove those thoughts out of his mind and barely managed to. He decided to go back and resume his work, maybe that way he could think of something else. He hurriedly finished the rest of the delicious food and rushed out of the kitchen. Kame soon joined him, taking his brush and starting to paint more seriously.
“What's wrong, Jin?”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“You practically ran out of the kitchen and left me to deal with the dishes.” Jin knew that Kazuya was already pouting, but he didn't dare turn around; he somehow knew that if he did that, he would let himself be prey of his friend's cuteness.
“You should've just left them there. I would've washed them later.” Just moments later he saw a brush with yellow paint on it drawing an almost straight line over Jin's work. But he somehow didn't realize that; instead, he was trying not to let himself fall for his bandmate's warmth and alluring scent. He knew the younger one always got what he wanted and if by an absurd chance he'd want Jin, the older one knew he couldn't resist his charms. He was the second strongest guy in the band - after Tat-chan -, but he knew he couldn't be strong in front of the handsome man Kazuya was. The closeness between the two made his heart beat faster and when he felt the younger one actually hugging him, he didn't know how to react. At first he was only startled when he felt Kame sneaking his arms on Jin's sides and pretty much destroying his work, but then his arms almost wrapped around the older one's waist.
“If I had left them there, I'd hear you whine for at least a few days and stick it in my face.”
“I don't whine!”
“Oh really now? What about that time when all of us came here and partied and the next day you were unfortunate enough to be alone and clean up?”
“Oh that. But that was different!”
“In what way different?”
“In...” Jin escaped the light grip and somehow managed to turn themselves around, pushing Kame to the freshly painted wall. He smirked when he saw the younger one's expression turn into a concerned one. He leaned in close to Kame's face. “It was different. That time I had a lot of bottles and chips bags to clean up after you guys. But this time...” His nose was mere millimeters away form Kazuya's, the younger one closing his eyes shut tight. In that moment, Jin was hit by an idea. He gently raised the other's chin, leaving Kame the impression that he was going to be kissed. But instead of receiving a kiss from Jin, something harsh and wet landed on his face. When he opened his eyes and saw Jin grinning - like the idiot that he was, Kazuya thought - he realized his bandmate painted his face purple. So he decided to take revenge, and so he took his brush and splashed paint on Jin. They started running around the room, dodging one another's splashes of paint, but it wasn't long until they lost their breaths. When Jin looked around, his eyes widened as he saw the splashes of color on his walls, looking not bad, actually. While his eyes roamed around the room, he failed to notice the younger one getting closer to him and looking in the same direction and was startled when he saw him next to him. He started laughing wholeheartedly, seeing the younger one with yellow and purple all over his clothes and skin.
“What are you laughing at?” Kame pouted. At that action of his, Jin grabbed his hand and placed him in front of the covered mirror, in the process pulling the protective white fabric off it.
“This.” He said and stepped behind Kazuya, looking at himself too, noticing he was also covered in the two complementary colors. “Someone was complaining I don't wear enough colored clothes. I wonder if this is ok.” He chuckled and at that comment Kazuya approached the mirror, looking at the older one through it.
“Jin...” Seeing the expression Kazuya had was the last drop needed to fill the glass almost full of dirty thoughts Jin had with the younger one. He took two small steps towards the younger one and circled his arms around his slim waist while looking in the mirror into those deep brown eyes.
“Why are you trying to kill me?” Jin whispered and touched Kazuya's earlobe with his lips. That ghostly touch earned itself a soft gasp from the younger one, who leaned a bit on Jin's body.
“I'm not trying to kill you. Where do you have that idea f-” he didn't get to finish as a pair of plump lips landed on his, violently kissing him. The older one gripped Kazuya's shoulders and pushed him to one of the walls, in the same time sneaking his hands under the T-shirt that was hiding that soft skin for too much time. “Jin, you'll stain my T-shirt.” Kazuya whispered.
“It's already full of paint.”
“That's just because of-” Jin kissed him again, silencing him.
“I'll buy you a new one.”
“Good.” the younger one let out and sneaked his hands at Jin's back, bringing him closer. “But remember it's a designer T-shirt.” Jin ignored his last whispered words as he ripped the fabric off the younger one, making him gasp as the older one threw it on the floor. “My T-sh-” his words were cut off by Jin, who crashed their lips together, wanting to feel those pouty lips, but also to shut the younger one up for good.
“Did anyone tell you you talk too much, Kame?” Jin whispered, moving his hands to pinch the younger one's nipples softly, making him let out a small moan.
“I don't t-” The younger one gasped softly as Jin lowered his face to his neck, kissing him softly, reaching his goal: he was in no mood of hearing him talk, as Kame almost always talked at work.
“I don't want to hear any sound from you, unless it's because of...” he trailed off, knowing Kame would understand what he was talking about, as he let one of his hands caress the younger one's skin until they reached the rim of his low-waist jeans, unbuttoning the only button they had. Jin teasingly slow pulled the zipper down and helped them fall to the ground. All this time he just stared in the younger one's eyes, the latter doing the same, unable to move because of the whole thing. He was surprised by Jin's behavior, but also very aroused by it, remembering that it wasn't only once that he thought about his older bandmate while releasing his stress through physical pleasure. Yes, Kame had thought about him quite a lot and a few times imagining him hiprolling only for him, and not only that but much more.
The moment his jeans landed on the floor, Kazuya stepped out of them and glued his body to the older one and crashed their lips together, pushing him until Jin hit his dresser with his back. Jin then turned them around and they fell on the covered bed, not letting go of each other. It was then when the older one straddled Kazuya, placing his knees on both sides of the younger one's aroused body and leaned in to kiss him again, violently.
“Too many clothes.” Kazuya whispered and made Jin raise his arms so he could take off his T-shirt, but in the next second, the other's plump lips were covering his again. Kazuya slipped his hands in Jin's beautiful dark hair, playing with it while its owner descended his lips to the younger one's earlobe. In a moment of unawareness, Kazuya turned his bandmate around, straddling him, something which surprised Jin.
“Why should you have all the fun?” the younger one purred against Jin's jaw, right under his ear, before placing butterfly kisses down to his chest, his gesture being rewarded by a stream of soft moans and whimpers. He stopped there and took one of the big, black nubs between his lips, while he rubbed the other one between his fingers. Jin's hands were roaming all over Kazuya's back, managing to reach his buttocks, caressing them and sometimes grabbing and fondling them, before he decided he had had enough of Kazuya's teasing and brought him close for a sloppy and wet kiss.
“Are you sure you want this?” Jin asked, slipping one of his hands under the younger one's boxers, caressing the area around his awakening length.
“Would I still be doing this if I didn't?” Kazuya said and lowered himself to Jin's hips, gripping his underwear's rim with his teeth, pulling them down. Jin found that very arousing and unconsciously bucked his hips up, allowing the younger one to pull them off. Jin said nothing but pulled him close, taking the last piece of fabric off him and throwing it away somewhere, along with his own pair of boxers and jeans.
The two naked forms stopped for a second and looked at each other; the embarrassment and awkwardness between them lasting only that long. It was the first time when they saw each other different, being naked like that. Of course they saw each other naked before, especially in their junior days, when they shared the same shower room with others as well. This time it was different: they were both over twenty and their bodies were worked on, both of them having delicious curves and toned muscles.
Kazuya was the one to react first, pulling Jin up and pushing him until they reached another wardrobe on the other end of the bed - strategically placed, Kazuya thought - kissing the life out of each other. He placed himself on Jin's lap, slowly rolling his bottom, making both of them even more aroused. Kazuya felt something wet around his rear entrance and knew right then that Jin was so hot that he might've come any time, if things kept up the pace.
The younger one took one of Jin's hands and started licking his fingers, making them as wet as he could. He was somewhat happy; ever since he saw Jin playing the guitar, he fell in love with his hands: those long, slim fingers always attracted his attention from anything he did. He always wanted to at least touch those beautiful hands, never even dreaming of doing something like he was doing right then. He sucked well on those fingers, lapping his tongue around them over and over again. When he thought it was enough - even though he could never have enough of those hands - he guided the hand to his entrance.
“You have to prepare me if you don't want me to kill you tomorrow.” he let out seductively and Jin nodded, while he placed his free hand on the younger one's hip, helping him cut the distance to almost zero between them.
Kazuya hissed at the contact made by Jin's middle finger with his puckered hole, but his attention was soon drawn upon the hot kiss Jin almost forced on the younger one, successfully distracting him. The older one slowly but surely inserted three of his fingers, stretching Kazuya until the latter's muscles started contracting, telling Jin he was adjusting to the pain that was slowly fading away, making place for something else. The older one retrieved his hand and placed it on the other hip, helping the younger one raise himself a bit, with the intention of sliding down on the already hard member. Jin threw his head back due to the sudden and ecstatic pleasure given by the younger one contracting around his manhood.
It was painful for Kazuya. But he rocked his hips around the quite big length inside him, hoping that the pain would fade away, and so it did, slowly, being replaced with something that he never felt before. Jin gave him time to adjust, but Kazuya was maybe a bit too eager and made him pick up the pace. Soon the older one remembered Kazuya's forgotten member, which seemed in desperate need of finding its release, and took it into one of his hands, soon matching his hand's pace with his thrusts. It didn't take long for the two to reach heaven with Jin's last spurt of his white lovejuice inside Kazuya, who fell over the older one while both of them enjoyed their afterglow.
After he came back down from his high, Jin opened his eyes and smiled faintly at the form crashed on his chest. He removed a few strands of hair from the younger one's flushed face, which made the latter look up. Jin chuckled seeing him so colorful.
“What are you laughing at, Bakanishi?” Kazuya let out tiredly, unable to move his head too much for the time being. He still wanted to enjoy the rest of his afterglow.
“You're so... colorful. Just like a plush toy.”
“Who are you calling a-” his words were muffled by Jin's lips, which descended on Kazuya's.
“I told you you talk too much.” Jin said and made both of them lie down on the bed, taking his length out of the younger one in the process. “And now thanks to you I can't finish the room today.”
“Eeeh? Why are you blaming it on me?”
“Because you're the tease that seduced me.” Jin crashed their lips together again, not giving the younger one a chance to protest.
“But-” Kazuya was startled when Jin's face was suddenly just a few inches close to his.
“Your voice turns me on maybe too much. So if you want another go at it, I'd be glad to do so.” the older one whispered and smiled evilly as his hand traced a line from Kazuya's jaw down to his chest and small nipples, playing with one of them. Kazuya gulped as he glanced at the playful hand on his chest before taking it and entwining it with his, then looking back at the older one.
“As long as I can feel your hands on me... I don't care what you do.” He let out, sure of himself, earning a smug smile from his bandmate, who straddled him and started caressing his whole body, playing with every part of it.