[One-Shot] Who Cares? (Akame)
Title: [One-Shot] Who Cares?
Pairing: AkaKame, with slight RyoDa (hehe couldn’t resist)
Genre: SMUT
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AkaKame get it on at Jin’s party. Really, it’s just smut: read for yum!
Disclaimer: I don’t own them! This is a work of fiction.
A/N: A very, very late Valentine’s present for Jin-sama and Kame-chan!
"Ah, no, Jin...not here," Kazuya's voice is a little rough from singing, a little slurred from drink, but clear enough.
"Ssh, they're all busy," Jin soothes the man. "Come here, I wanna taste you," he kisses Kazuya again and the younger can't resist.
When they part for breath, Kazuya's eyes are half-closed, his posture weak and loose against the counter he's leaning on yet still he asks, "Are you sure... We should be doing this here?"
Jin smirks, picks him up and sets him on the counter. "Why not?" he tosses back. "Drinks are out there, food's out there, music and people are all out there. No one's been in here since 8:00pm. Do you realize what time it is now?"
Kazuya checks his watch. "Around 1am? But Jin, people are going to look for the host before they leave pretty soon..."
Jin silences him with another kiss and a hand on his crotch. "My friends learnt very quickly not to seek out the host of the party when he's not center-stage," he wraps Kazuya's legs around his waist and runs a hand down his chest. "Of course, if it means that much to you...”
"It does."
"Then we could move to the couch," Jin finishes brightly.
"WHAT?!"
But too late, he's already being carried off, despite his struggles.
“J-Jin… no... not- why?!”
A couple people give them a brief, sometimes hungry glance when Jin sets his Kazuya down on the cushions and starts attacking his neck but the karaoke continues without pause, the chatter doesn’t lessen any and the drinks are still going round. A few of the Akanishi Troup send a wolf whistle their way but no one really minds. People always molest each other on the couch at Jin’s parties. It’s an unspoken rule that when it happens, you can tease before and you can tease after but during, pretend they don’t exist.
And they do. They resolutely ignore Kazuya’s indignant outbursts as Jin kisses sloppily down his shoulder and even slips a hand up his shirt. They sneak wanting, furtive glances but they keep away. It’s not their place to join in.
Ryo tosses them a look, thinks how much better he’d look on the couch, with his Hime writhing beneath him. Ueda, arm still around his shoulders from dancing, grinds his hips sharply against the Osakan’s. Ryo turns his head and Ueda catches the vestiges of the superior look on Ryo’s face before the dark haired man levels his intense gaze on Ueda’s face and licks his lips.
The pair leaves the dance floor after Ueda smirks in reply.
Jin, for his part, catches the exchange and takes it as his cue to move to the next step- in a somewhat quieter environment.
The walls in his apartment are thin, but Jin finds something erotic in the dull beat of the bass through the floor and the murmur of talk, in the almost alien hush of the bedroom. He doesn’t bother closing the door completely- he likes the effect, the sliver of light and faded noise, and if anyone decides to peep… well, that’d only make it hotter, right?
Kazuya isn’t pleased with his decision. He sits on the bed, legs crossed- as uncomfortable the position is with the growing bulge in his pants- and leans his chin on his hand, his elbow carefully braced on one knee. It’s a very calculated pose, and one that says “You want this and you’d better cooperate.”
Jin takes the challenge. Kazuya can’t resist him. It’s cute to watch him try, of course. Jin loves watching the way Kazuya will bite his lip to stifle a gasp when he kisses his ear, or the way he’ll turn his head away from a kiss, revealing the sensual curve of his neck. He likes watching his Kazuya’s back stiffen when he trails his fingers down his spine or his shoulders square when he blows softly on the back of his neck. Jin tries all his usual tricks, teasing the younger slowly into submission. It does take a few new ones though. Jin tests Kazuya’s reaction when he combs the younger’s hair from his face from behind- a repressed sigh- and sneaks up from behind to wrap his arms around Kazuya’s waist, legs on either side of the younger’s hips. Kazuya tries to get away, but Jin’s bear hug holds him in place. A few well-placed pinches and a sigh against his ear later and Kazuya’s will might as well be putty in Jin’s expert hands. “Kazuya,” he sighs into the other’s ear, making him shiver, “I want you… I want to feel your heat taking me in… let me take you.”
Kazuya leans back against Jin’s chest, turns his head for a kiss and murmurs, “Take me, Jin.”
Jin smiles and it’s tainted with triumph. He undoes the other’s jeans and slips a hand in, massaging tantalizingly slowly and enjoying the little hitches and gasps coming from the man between his legs. He removes the hand when Kazuya’s member is hard and hot against his palm and he slides the other’s jeans from his hips, pushing the boxers off with them. He unbuttons Kazuya’s shirt- he loves how Kazuya always wears a button-up shirt to parties- and slides the cloth from the other’s slender shoulders. Kazuya shivers a little and makes a sound on complaint in his throat, but then Jin’s hands are on him again, tweaking his nipples and massaging his abs, turning him right back to incoherent jelly. Jin pulls back a little and strips off his shirt, undoes his belt. Kazuya turns at the clinking sound and shifts so Jin can take his pants off too.
Kazuya eyes the bulge in Jin’s boxers hungrily, his eyes a little glazed as he unconsciously licks his lips.
“You want this, Kazuya? I think he’s going to need some help before he can make you feel really good,” Jin sings silkily with a smirk. The smirk disappears as his lips part in a groan when Kazuya’s hand rubs over the cloth, his nails raking lightly over the cotton. He clutches at the sheets when Kazuya dips down and mouths his cock through the boxers, the hot cloth almost suffocating it’s so tight. His eyes almost close, his lips hanging halfway over chocolate irises. He gets even more aroused, if that’s possible, as he takes in the expanse of Kazuya’s milky white skin, the younger’s eyes lightly closed as he trails his lips over the bulge in Jin’s boxers. “Kazuya…” Jin practically whines, his tone a little impatient.
Kazuya’s lips quirk up a little and he obeys the unspoken order, tugging the boxers off.
Jin shudders and groans when the cool air hits his heated flesh, but then Kazuya’s soft lips are sliding along his shaft and he doesn’t give a damn anymore. Especially when Kazuya’s tongue swirls over the head and a nail lightly rakes over his slit. Jin moans loudly and arches his back at the stinging pleasure, and then he’s rendered breathless when the lips slip over the head of his cock and suck…
“G-god Kazuya… so hot…” he drags in a breath and it hitches again when Kazuya starts bobbing his head, tongue running along a vein here, swirling again over the h- “Ungh… K-Kazu…”
Kazuya closes his eyes and focuses on the hard flesh before him, hands holding Jin’s hips so the other can’t thrust and choke him. When he feels Jin getting close, he cuts his actions short- sucks along the shaft and nibbles lightly, teasingly just a few more times, lapping the pre-cum from the slit before snaking up, legs on either side of Jin’s, against the older man’s chest. He kisses the already-swollen lips and Jin parts his lips at Kazuya’s prodding tongue. The younger searches every crevice of Jin’s mouth and lets him taste himself before pulling away for air at last. “Jin…” he whispers into the other’s neck, the hand caressing Jin’s neck getting dangerously close to the collarbones, “Jin, take me… I want to feel you in me,” he leans down and bites Jin’s neck by his pulse-point.
Jin shudders in pleasure and reaches blindly for the lube he put under his pillow for just this occasion. He flicks the cap, pours some over his fingers and goes to reach around Kazuya but the younger stops him.
“I can’t wait, Jin…” he says, voice thick with desire.
Jin’s eyes go wide. “Y-you mean…” but those lust-dark eyes stay steady. He takes a breath and his eyes flutter closed for a second. “K-Kazu… it’ll hurt, if I don’t-” he’s silenced by the younger’s lips and Kazuya reaches for the slick hand, guides it to Jin’s cock.
“Better use a lot of lube then,” he murmurs against Jin’s lips. He pours some lube onto his own hand, strokes Jin’s cock until he’s satisfied and shifts so his hips sit over Jin’s.
Jin’s breathing gets more laboured as he tries not to move, to thrust faster into that impossibly tight heat. A long moan is torn from his lips as Kazuya descends painfully slowly.
Kazuya feels his eyes tear up with the pain but he bites his lip and takes it. When Jin’s in up to the hilt he clutches the older’s shoulders for support and his breath tickles over Jin’s collarbones, making the other want to squirm. He settles for a whine instead and Kazuya brings his head up and kisses him deeply, rolls his hips a little, telling him it’s okay to move.
Jin moves his lips to Kazuya’s shoulder, finding it too hard to go slow and breathe at the same time. He pants against Kazuya’s skin and moves his hands to the younger’s slender hips.
The younger grabs his hair as Jin thrusts up into him and whimpers but moans for more in the same breath. As he stretches painfully, slowly, but adjusts, he moves his hips to meet Jin’s thrusts and at last the older man finds that spot and Kazuya’s mind goes blank as pleasure sears through his body and burns his veins. “Ahn… J-Jin… m-more…” he pants into the other’s ear and Jin speeds up and pounds into it over and over and Kazuya trembles under the onslaught of pleasure and pain. His breath quickens and his voice gets needy, his moans louder and higher and mix with Jin’s laboured breathing and groans.
Jin gently manoeuvres them so Kazuya’s on his back and deepens his thrusts, picks up speed. He catches Kazuya’s lips and their moans are muffled in each other’s mouths. Jin feels a burning in his shoulders, realizes Kazuya’s nails are digging there and suddenly the younger shudders and cries out, tightening around him and spilling sticky whiteness over their stomachs. Jin thrusts into the suffocating tightness quickly a few more times before his own climax overtakes him and he moans Kazuya’s name, thrusts a few more times, riding his orgasm even as Kazuya whimpers against the hot flood inside of him.
They catch their breath, coming back to themselves and Jin pulls carefully out of Kazuya, flinching visibly at the pinkness of his cum as it leaks out.
“Kazu…” Jin whispers breathlessly, but with evident concern. “Are you… I have some cream…”
Kazuya pulls him down for a kiss and only pulls back when they’re both panting for breath. “I’ll be fine,” he says, wincing a little as he shifts. “But why don’t we go clean up?”
Jin nods and helps him up, holds him securely by the waist as Kazuya limps to the attached bathroom.
“Aww, you two aren’t going to have a round two without me now, are you?” someone whines from the door.
Jin stops, his eyes go wide. “…Pi?” Suddenly he smirks. It sends a shiver down Kazuya’s aching spine. “Pi… come on in.”
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