[ ficlets / oneshots ] Love Mode Collection IV
Title: Panacea
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jin/Katsuki (Love Mode)
Warnings:… smut?
Author Notes: Written for the Love Mode Kink Meme.
“You--” Katsuki's head pressed against the wall, trying to break the kiss, lips swollen and wet with saliva. "--why--" His sentence was terminated again as Jin took possession of his lower lip, drawing on it. The terrycloth towel around Katsuki’s waist was removed, the loose knot giving away under an insistent tug of skilled hands.
And then Katsuki was naked, wet, and utterly nonplussed. Words weren’t working, so instead he wrapped his arms around the host's neck, opening his mouth willingly. Those deft hands slid down his sides, gripped his hips and pushed him up against the wall.
"Jin?" Katsuki had to hook his legs around the other man to keep from slipping, arms tightening. He stared at Jin, trying to gauge what emotion was currently obscured behind that perfect facade of indifference.
There was no chilly precision in how Jin touched him, only passion in the sudden brusque kiss. Katsuki's eyelashes came down, still beaded with water. It almost looked as if he were crying.
"Not that I mind, but I thought you weren't coming back tonight."
"The customer proved disagreeable and broke Blue Boy rules." Jin answered, as if that explained everything. Katsuki arched an eyebrow, a habit he had picked up from the former King himself.
"Oo-kay?" His expression shut down for a moment, wondering if the guest had gotten Jinnai horny and Katsuki was serving as a neat replacement.
...whatever. He thought with resignation, pain flickering beneath the words like small flames asphyxiating under stacked coal. All that mattered was that he was the one Jin would be spending the night with.
"I'm ruining your suit." He whispered, clinging to practicality, passion ebbing. Jin was the type to blame it on him afterward if the material was damaged. Even though Jin had been the one to pounce on him the moment he'd stepped out of the bathroom.
Jin took his chin in hand, forcing the young man to stop avoiding his gaze. "Doesn't matter." He murmured, thumbing Katsuki's tender lips, pressing down, parting them. He angled Katsuki's face and sealed their mouths together, tongue sliding against tongue, teeth, deeper. Katsuki's fingers dug into his shoulder, the other hand carding through the man's hair, mussing it, trying to anchor himself.
His eyelashes were at half-mast when the kiss ended. Jin lifted his face a fraction, then nuzzled his cheek, moving to press against the tawny hair, still dripping wet. He breathed in deeply, almost like the first gasp of air after being trapped under a rolling wave.
Katsuki had enough wits left to be concerned. "Jin?"
"Bad taste."
"... excuse me?"
Jin's lips brushed against his ear, tongue flicking against the curved shell. "That guest left a bad taste in my mouth."
Katsuki processed the revelation, bemused. "So I'm your mouth wash?" He wondered, partially insulted. It was difficult to be all that indignant about it when there was a devilishly deft tongue sliding down his neck. Jin sucked at the base of his throat, hard enough to leave a hickey that Katsuki would have a hell of time hiding the next morning.
"No." Jin's hands gripped his hips, pushing Katsuki higher against the wall, the younger man's legs pressing against his sides now. Katsuki shivered, cold air taking a bite at his exposed skin. But where Jin pressed against him there was enough heat to ignite a fire.
"Too--many--clothes--"
"Mmn." Jin agreed before taking a nipple into his mouth, already ruched from the coalescing sensations of chilly air and arousal. Katsuki would have arched his back but already felt vulnerable enough in the position he was in.
"Oh, God." Why the hell hadn't Jin taken his clothes off? Why were they doing this on a wall when there was a bed ten feet away? And again, why were there so many goddamn barriers between their bodies?
Katsuki managed to snake a hand down the collar of Jin's shirt, fingernails rasping against tense trapezius muscles, enjoying the subtle flexing of power underneath warm skin.
"Put your legs down for a minute." It wasn't a suggestion, it was an command. Katsuki snorted but acquiesced, feet touching the carpet as Jin set him down, withdrawing his arm from underneath the shirt.
Jin began undoing the row of buttons on his shirt sedulously, apparently intending to take all the time in the world. His lover wasn't so patient. Wanting to expedite things, Katsuki dropped to his knees and unbuckled the belt wordlessly.
"Eager tonight?" Jin mocked him. Katsuki suppressed a candid retort about how he hadn't been the one grabbing and throwing people around and said only; "Amenable." as he opened the trousers and dug past the underwear to expose the older man. He wasted no time on collecting the clear, sticky liquid gathering on the blunt head with his lips, gratified by the way the man’s hips jerked before going still.
He could have used a thesaurus if someone had asked him to describe how Jin’s cock tasted, felt, smelled, the way it was heavy on his tongue and almost ticklish against the palate, could write a didactic essay on it, except he’d prefer to shoot himself in the foot before doing that. No point in homologating Jin’s hubris.
“Stop that.” Jin murmured, pushing the young man away. A string of saliva stretched between the page’s mouth and his organ. Irritated hazel eyes glared at him as Katsuki rubbed his lips with the back of his hand. The corner of Jin’s mouth tilted up. “Be a good boy and stay here. I’ll give you your favorite treat.”
Definitely no point in stroking his ego any further. Katsuki almost growled, except that would just amuse Jin further. He dropped a hand to his lap, gasping as his fingers wrapped around his ignored erection. He shuddered, palm squeezing the base to keep from coming. He watched with narrowed eyes as Jin approached the bed and then sorted through one of the bedside drawers. It didn’t take him long to find a tube of lube, and Katsuki noticed the distinctive seal on it with a tingle of worry. Blue Boy brand. Laced, no doubt, with an aphrodisiac.
Was Jin trying to kill him?
“Is that really necessary?”
“… you want to do without?”
Katsuki actually considered it for a moment before wincing. The pain -- that he didn‘t want. “I’m not a masochist.”
Jin laughed at him softly, and broke the new tamper seal on the lube. Seeing as the bed was right there, Katsuki began rising to his feet.
“Did I say you could move?”
“… you want to have sex on the floor?” Perplexed, Katsuki had to brace an arm back against the wall, half-kneeling. Not that the carpet wasn’t plush and the most expensive that money could purchase, but the idea of the severe rug burns that were sure to follow had him grimacing. No. Hell no.
“Not on the floor.” Jin returned, stepping over the discarded shirt and towel, and wrapping a hand around the page’s forearm, urging him up. Katsuki obeyed, still confused.
“So if not on the floor--?” Jin made him swallow the words, sealing their mouths together and blowing astray the question. Katsuki hummed and sighed, the human equivalent of a feline’s purr, communicating his pleasure. His fingers dug into the powerful shoulders as his left leg was subtly pressed into wrapping around Jin, a suggestion he gladly took. Jin’s cock was heavy on his stomach, thrilling.
Slick digits touched his entrance, attentive and swift, pressing into him in a way that left Katsuki breathless and straining to breathe through their kiss. His nails dug in, uncaring if Jin was irritated later over being marked. It was worth it. Dug in hard.
Jin retaliated by pushing in a long finger inside of him, pressing the slender body against the wall, utilizing pressure against gravity, and didn’t hesitate to add a second almost immediately.
Katsuki winced. It didn‘t hurt, not after so many years together, but… his head dropped back against the wall. “Fucker.”
“Soon.” The word was a hungry promise. The two fingers twisted, rotated, pushed deeper up to the second knuckle and spread.
Ceiling. The ceiling was a nice point of distraction. Katsuki stared at it with half-shut eyes, trying to remove himself from the tactile excess. Soon. Soon, damn it. He hated having sex against the wall, felt helpless. Even if it was only an illusion of control, at least on the bed he could move without fear of toppling them over.
Three fingers. Katsuki shivered. “Do me already!”
There was silence.
‘Oh, hell.’ Mortification and need warred, color spreading across his face in embarrassment. He could almost see Jin’s smug, satisfied, triumphant smirk. Felt it on his skin like the heat of the sun.
Stupid Jin and his ridiculously inflated ego.
He bit the bullet, squeezing on the fingers still inside of him, motionless. “Do you need a handwritten invitation, Your Majesty?”
“Turn around.”
Katsuki cracked open a cautious eye.
Jin was smiling, alright. Smirking. It was there, that curl at either end of his mouth. There was also tension in his expression, hungry, jaw tight. The fingers withdrew, and Katsuki involuntarily licked his lips at the wet sound, caught under his lover’s gaze.
“…alright.” He agreed softly, getting his balance back and letting go.
All was done with careful, precise movements. Katsuki turned around, almost holding his breath. He felt as if he had offered his back to a panther, a tiger, arousal and nervousness tangling his nerves. He stared at the wall and instinctively put his hands flat against it, knowing he was going to need the bracing.
Hands stroked down his sides, reassuring and unnerving. Katsuki had the oddest thought that Jin was marking territory. He spread his legs without having to be told, eager. Not proud of it perhaps, but he was long past caring about that. Right around the moment Jin had grabbed him coming out of the shower.
The lube was definitely a Blue Boy product. Sweat broke out over Katsuki’s shoulders as those evil, graceful hands moved across his body, pinching his nipples and caressing his throat but never where he wanted them, and he shivered, barely able to sense the body heat behind him.
“I’m getting cold.” Absolutely not sexy, to whine like that, even if it was absolutely true. Katsuki almost growled impatiently. What did Jin want?
Jin prodded his shoulder. Katsuki glanced back, half with the intention to bite, and was caught in a drugging kiss. He became peripherally aware of hands taking control of his hips.
Then his thoughts fragmented as Jin pushed inside of him, better than fingers, better than Blue Boy lube, better than anything -- and Katsuki arched his back, cry muffled by the kiss.
There was always pain; burning, stretching sensation that didn't compare to the heat that surged between them as Jin covered his back, buried deep inside.
Katsuki bit down on his lover's tongue when it tried to annex his mouth. Not out of retaliation for the pain. Retaliation because Jin was going so damn slowly -- and then stopped.
That wasn't being thoughtful, that was Jin tormenting him.
"Move, damn it." He grumbled against the other's mouth.
Jin obliged. He withdrew with excruciating patience and Katsuki opened his mouth to complain, call him an 'asshole' and choked on nothing as the host pushed into him with a rough stroke. Eyes squeezed shut, Katsuki hung onto his balance. "Jesus Christ!" The foreign god's name dropped from his lips without a thought. "From zero to--uhn-a hundred?"
Jin spared a hand to brush the long hair back, speaking huskily into Katsuki's ear. There was no easing up, constant movement against Katsuki's body, playing him like a maestro. "Are you really in any position to complain?"
"Ye-es!" Sweat gleaming on his shoulders, Katsuki couldn't hold back a moan. He was burning up, fingers digging uselessly into the wall for purchase, stomach muscles clenching. He loved the way Jin felt inside of him, couldn't imagine anyone else taking his place -- didn't want to think about whoever Jin had been with only hours ago -- but then the thought was there, heavy and bitter, like specter of memento mori but worse.
Hands, experienced in their craft, moved across his body, sensitive spots long ago memorized. Jin kissed the curve of his neck, the only hint of sweetness as their tempo increased feverishly.
Trapped in the moment as his vision blurred -- sweat or tears in his eyes, Katsuki couldn't tell -- Katsuki heard Jin say something, but not what.
"S-sorry?" Katsuki strained to hold on to the thought. He tried to tilt his head back to look at his lover and was distracted as Jin wrapped a hand around his ignored cock and squeezed knowingly just the right way and Katsuki's breath became a series of hitched gasps.
All Jin had to do was say, "Now." into his ear, voice gravely with desire and Katsuki climaxed. He couldn’t afford to tremble or go limp, had to keep his arms balanced against the wall even as dark supernovas glittered in his vision. Jin’s rhythm changed, not gentler but slower, deliberately riding out the way Katsuki’s body gripped him, extending the aftershocks and then sliding home one last time to press his forehead against Katsuki’s slick shoulder and let go of his control with a quiet sigh.
I’m going to have to take another shower. Katsuki thought drowsily, descending from his high and feeling Jin release inside of him. He was too worn out to protest that his lover should have pulled out. Jin would merely laugh at him anyway.
Their harsh breathing evened. When Jin carefully withdrew and guided him into the bathroom, Katsuki didn’t question it. He watched as Jin set up a hot bath and actually smiled to himself as he wiped the semen dripping down his thigh with a hand towel.
“I might fall asleep on you.” Katsuki warned as Jin entered the tub and then urged him to slide in. The younger man did, resting his back against Jin’s chest and letting out a near orgasmic groan as the hot water swept over his body, surface level cutting off at his collarbone. He settled comfortably against Jin, somewhat surprised when the man didn’t protest and even slung an affectionate arm across his chest.
Well. He really wasn’t going to complain.
“That’s alright.” Jin rumbled, sounding so smug and satisfied that Katsuki toyed with the idea of pushing him under the water.
Maybe later.
The quiet of the bathroom, the soothing heat of the water -- Katsuki capitulated to exhaustion, eyelashes coming to rest on his wet cheeks when Jin spoke again.
“Do you know what ‘panacea’ means?”
“Uhm.” He wanted Katsuki to be able to think after that? Katsuki groaned. “No. Sorry. My English isn’t too great.”
“It’s not English. It’s Greek.”
“… then why the h--” Calm down. No point in growing agitated. Katsuki freed a patient sigh, reaching under the water to place his hand on Jin’s knee. “What does it mean?”
“You could say it means a ‘cure all’. The answer to everything. For some people, their panacea is food. Or music.”
“Oh.” Katsuki tilted his head back, crown pressing against Jin’s shoulder. He could only glimpse a partial side-view of the host’s gorgeous face only touched briefly by age from the angle, mainly his jaw and part of his mouth. “Or sex?” He guessed, merely tossing it out there.
Jin was quiet for so long that Katsuki assumed the conversation had been dropped and closed his eyes again. He was asleep by the time that Jin pressed a chaste kiss against his forehead and murmured something soundlessly.
Title: Gift
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jin/Katsuki (Love Mode)
Warnings:… smut?
Author Notes: Written for the Love Mode Kink Meme.
Jin's smile was strained. It still contained plenty of smugness but after nearly ten years Katsuki could tell when Jin was forcing a smile. And right now his jaw was about thirty seconds away from developing a tick.
The room was cold, air conditioner cranked low. All the better to cuddle in bed, not that Jin was in the mood to cuddle. He rarely, if ever, was, and at that moment Katsuki might have done well to contemplate how wise he was to be anywhere near the former host in the mood he was in.
Ah, well. The sense of danger was pretty kinky. That and the fact that the man couldn't see what Katsuki was doing, temporarily robbed of his sight. All he had to go by was how the bed shifted when his lover changed position.
He nudged Jin's shoulder with his face, adoring the bare skin with his mouth briefly before moving again, on all fours on the bed, making sure he didn't accidentally brush against the supine man. Which proved difficult; Jin wasn't small.
Ah. There went the tick. Katsuki ran a caress down Jin's inner thigh. The muscles tensed, flexed -- and then relaxed.
"This is what you wanted?" Jin mocked, voice velvety. Pride was keeping him from ripping off the black silk wrapped over his eyes; pride, a promise and love.
Katsuki balanced himself on his elbows and pressed a kiss against Jin's hip, making sure those large free hands remained motionless on the bed. Maybe next year he'd asked Jin if he'd agree to be tied up on top of blindfolded.
"Uh-huh. Best damn birthday gift I've ever gotten." He chuckled, knew he was going to pay for it one way or another soon, and lowered his head to brush his cheek against Jin's cock. A wet trail was left on his skin; he wiped at his cheek with a finger and licked off the precum before he moved onto the source, kissing the head sweetly.
Jin breathed deeply.
Katsuki cupped the ball sac with ticklish fingertips, stroking his lover without significant pressure. Jin's next breath came noticeably slower, abdomen tense.
The former page snickered and ran a velvety tongue down the manhood before abandoning it, nuzzling the inside of Jin's thighs, noticeably tense, biting gently and then laving at the faint marks, strands of hair brushing tantalizingly over heated fresh.
He was going to break Jin. He was determined to do so.
Title: Taste
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: R
Pairing: Seiichi/Tomoki (Love Mode)
Warnings: Adult/Minor, spoilers.
Author Notes: Written for the Love Mode Kink Meme.
The hickeys are like blossomed flowers, red on virgin skin, and it gives Seiichi the idea even though he's never done that before. Never been asked to do it, never wanted to. But with Tomoki he finds that the image won't leave him until he's grabbed the phone, called up a page and had the supplies delivered to their room.
All while Tomoki is asleep, laying on his stomach, dozing under the warmth of the morning sun like a sleek kitten, basking in the light. The host moves around the room quietly, setting up the fold-out table next to the bed and noticing that the contents of the bottles are marked as edible. He didn't ask for that. Didn't even think about it.
His mouth curls into a smile. He's not going to complain about it.
A brush is collected, slender with fine bristles. Seiichi slides onto the bed and maneuvers himself until his thighs are on either side of Tomoki's hips. The teenager murmurs drowsily and begins stirring as the first brushstrokes are applied. He hasn't done this since he was in high school and took his last art class. But it all comes back to him, naturally.
"...Seiichi-san?" Tomoki ventures to wonder as he discovers that he can't turn around. He squirms, friction of skin against skin and Seiichi has to gently pin him into stillness with a palm against his lower back. Otherwise, he's going to lose his patience and use the paint to ease his passage into Tomoki, instead of what he's attempting to do.
"Stay like that." Seiichi murmurs, unable to keep the want out of his voice. His conscience has long ago stopped the feeble attempts to point out that this is wrong, even by his decayed standards.
Tomoki trusts him, so he stops moving -- although it doesn't stop him from trying to peek over his shoulder, charming freckles pronounced in the sunlight. "That smells like... strawberry?"
Does it? He's been too focused to notice. Seiichi finishes the downward stroke with the paintbrush, admiring his work and then slides the head of bristles across Tomoki's lips. The boy blinks and recoils at the unexpected, ticklish sensation. A long red streak is left over his lower lip before his tongue shyly peeks out to taste the source of the fruity smell.
"So?" Seiichi leans down, bracing one hand on the headboard. "Does it taste like strawberry?"
There's a delicate blush sweeping across Tomoki's face, but his gaze is clear, sleep gone now. He tilts his chin ever so slightly, that odd combination of hesitation and penchant for just going for it. "Don't you want to find out for yourself?"
Yes.
Yes, he does.
Seiichi is mindful of how much of his weight is pressed against the slender body as he dips his head, kills the final distance, and draws Tomoki's lower lip into his mouth. There's a faint burst of artificial sweetness that he barely notices because it simply doesn't compare to how fantastic it is to kiss Tomoki, how sweet the boy's mouth already is.
They kiss hotly, Tomoki using all the techniques that Seiichi has taught him and better yet, his unquenchable enthusiasm for the act. The host finds that he can't stop his hips from thrusting -- doesn't want to, probably could, but why? -- and sliding his erection between the coltish legs, between the thighs kissed with additional freckles that he's sure no one else has ever seen.
The flower he's drawn over Tomoki's back is a blurry, smeared mess now, the scent of strawberry vivid. It urges Seiichi back to earth even though he's just about found heaven. He lays his forehead against Tomoki's shoulder, their skin beginning to develop a fine sheen of sweat.
Tomoki moans in protest, pressing his thighs together and trapping Seiichi's manhood between them. Seiichi whispers a fervent 'Oh, God,' against the strawberry-scented skin and wonders how it all got away from him.
He doesn't even know which way the paintbrush fell.
Tomoki pushes against him, struggling to lift himself up onto his elbows. His voice is youthfully seductive, naked with want, shy and earnest. Seiichi is only glad that he can't see the boy's sweetly provocative expression. "Please?"
Well. They can play with the paint later.
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jin/Katsuki (Love Mode)
Warnings:… smut?
Author Notes: Written for the Love Mode Kink Meme.
“You--” Katsuki's head pressed against the wall, trying to break the kiss, lips swollen and wet with saliva. "--why--" His sentence was terminated again as Jin took possession of his lower lip, drawing on it. The terrycloth towel around Katsuki’s waist was removed, the loose knot giving away under an insistent tug of skilled hands.
And then Katsuki was naked, wet, and utterly nonplussed. Words weren’t working, so instead he wrapped his arms around the host's neck, opening his mouth willingly. Those deft hands slid down his sides, gripped his hips and pushed him up against the wall.
"Jin?" Katsuki had to hook his legs around the other man to keep from slipping, arms tightening. He stared at Jin, trying to gauge what emotion was currently obscured behind that perfect facade of indifference.
There was no chilly precision in how Jin touched him, only passion in the sudden brusque kiss. Katsuki's eyelashes came down, still beaded with water. It almost looked as if he were crying.
"Not that I mind, but I thought you weren't coming back tonight."
"The customer proved disagreeable and broke Blue Boy rules." Jin answered, as if that explained everything. Katsuki arched an eyebrow, a habit he had picked up from the former King himself.
"Oo-kay?" His expression shut down for a moment, wondering if the guest had gotten Jinnai horny and Katsuki was serving as a neat replacement.
...whatever. He thought with resignation, pain flickering beneath the words like small flames asphyxiating under stacked coal. All that mattered was that he was the one Jin would be spending the night with.
"I'm ruining your suit." He whispered, clinging to practicality, passion ebbing. Jin was the type to blame it on him afterward if the material was damaged. Even though Jin had been the one to pounce on him the moment he'd stepped out of the bathroom.
Jin took his chin in hand, forcing the young man to stop avoiding his gaze. "Doesn't matter." He murmured, thumbing Katsuki's tender lips, pressing down, parting them. He angled Katsuki's face and sealed their mouths together, tongue sliding against tongue, teeth, deeper. Katsuki's fingers dug into his shoulder, the other hand carding through the man's hair, mussing it, trying to anchor himself.
His eyelashes were at half-mast when the kiss ended. Jin lifted his face a fraction, then nuzzled his cheek, moving to press against the tawny hair, still dripping wet. He breathed in deeply, almost like the first gasp of air after being trapped under a rolling wave.
Katsuki had enough wits left to be concerned. "Jin?"
"Bad taste."
"... excuse me?"
Jin's lips brushed against his ear, tongue flicking against the curved shell. "That guest left a bad taste in my mouth."
Katsuki processed the revelation, bemused. "So I'm your mouth wash?" He wondered, partially insulted. It was difficult to be all that indignant about it when there was a devilishly deft tongue sliding down his neck. Jin sucked at the base of his throat, hard enough to leave a hickey that Katsuki would have a hell of time hiding the next morning.
"No." Jin's hands gripped his hips, pushing Katsuki higher against the wall, the younger man's legs pressing against his sides now. Katsuki shivered, cold air taking a bite at his exposed skin. But where Jin pressed against him there was enough heat to ignite a fire.
"Too--many--clothes--"
"Mmn." Jin agreed before taking a nipple into his mouth, already ruched from the coalescing sensations of chilly air and arousal. Katsuki would have arched his back but already felt vulnerable enough in the position he was in.
"Oh, God." Why the hell hadn't Jin taken his clothes off? Why were they doing this on a wall when there was a bed ten feet away? And again, why were there so many goddamn barriers between their bodies?
Katsuki managed to snake a hand down the collar of Jin's shirt, fingernails rasping against tense trapezius muscles, enjoying the subtle flexing of power underneath warm skin.
"Put your legs down for a minute." It wasn't a suggestion, it was an command. Katsuki snorted but acquiesced, feet touching the carpet as Jin set him down, withdrawing his arm from underneath the shirt.
Jin began undoing the row of buttons on his shirt sedulously, apparently intending to take all the time in the world. His lover wasn't so patient. Wanting to expedite things, Katsuki dropped to his knees and unbuckled the belt wordlessly.
"Eager tonight?" Jin mocked him. Katsuki suppressed a candid retort about how he hadn't been the one grabbing and throwing people around and said only; "Amenable." as he opened the trousers and dug past the underwear to expose the older man. He wasted no time on collecting the clear, sticky liquid gathering on the blunt head with his lips, gratified by the way the man’s hips jerked before going still.
He could have used a thesaurus if someone had asked him to describe how Jin’s cock tasted, felt, smelled, the way it was heavy on his tongue and almost ticklish against the palate, could write a didactic essay on it, except he’d prefer to shoot himself in the foot before doing that. No point in homologating Jin’s hubris.
“Stop that.” Jin murmured, pushing the young man away. A string of saliva stretched between the page’s mouth and his organ. Irritated hazel eyes glared at him as Katsuki rubbed his lips with the back of his hand. The corner of Jin’s mouth tilted up. “Be a good boy and stay here. I’ll give you your favorite treat.”
Definitely no point in stroking his ego any further. Katsuki almost growled, except that would just amuse Jin further. He dropped a hand to his lap, gasping as his fingers wrapped around his ignored erection. He shuddered, palm squeezing the base to keep from coming. He watched with narrowed eyes as Jin approached the bed and then sorted through one of the bedside drawers. It didn’t take him long to find a tube of lube, and Katsuki noticed the distinctive seal on it with a tingle of worry. Blue Boy brand. Laced, no doubt, with an aphrodisiac.
Was Jin trying to kill him?
“Is that really necessary?”
“… you want to do without?”
Katsuki actually considered it for a moment before wincing. The pain -- that he didn‘t want. “I’m not a masochist.”
Jin laughed at him softly, and broke the new tamper seal on the lube. Seeing as the bed was right there, Katsuki began rising to his feet.
“Did I say you could move?”
“… you want to have sex on the floor?” Perplexed, Katsuki had to brace an arm back against the wall, half-kneeling. Not that the carpet wasn’t plush and the most expensive that money could purchase, but the idea of the severe rug burns that were sure to follow had him grimacing. No. Hell no.
“Not on the floor.” Jin returned, stepping over the discarded shirt and towel, and wrapping a hand around the page’s forearm, urging him up. Katsuki obeyed, still confused.
“So if not on the floor--?” Jin made him swallow the words, sealing their mouths together and blowing astray the question. Katsuki hummed and sighed, the human equivalent of a feline’s purr, communicating his pleasure. His fingers dug into the powerful shoulders as his left leg was subtly pressed into wrapping around Jin, a suggestion he gladly took. Jin’s cock was heavy on his stomach, thrilling.
Slick digits touched his entrance, attentive and swift, pressing into him in a way that left Katsuki breathless and straining to breathe through their kiss. His nails dug in, uncaring if Jin was irritated later over being marked. It was worth it. Dug in hard.
Jin retaliated by pushing in a long finger inside of him, pressing the slender body against the wall, utilizing pressure against gravity, and didn’t hesitate to add a second almost immediately.
Katsuki winced. It didn‘t hurt, not after so many years together, but… his head dropped back against the wall. “Fucker.”
“Soon.” The word was a hungry promise. The two fingers twisted, rotated, pushed deeper up to the second knuckle and spread.
Ceiling. The ceiling was a nice point of distraction. Katsuki stared at it with half-shut eyes, trying to remove himself from the tactile excess. Soon. Soon, damn it. He hated having sex against the wall, felt helpless. Even if it was only an illusion of control, at least on the bed he could move without fear of toppling them over.
Three fingers. Katsuki shivered. “Do me already!”
There was silence.
‘Oh, hell.’ Mortification and need warred, color spreading across his face in embarrassment. He could almost see Jin’s smug, satisfied, triumphant smirk. Felt it on his skin like the heat of the sun.
Stupid Jin and his ridiculously inflated ego.
He bit the bullet, squeezing on the fingers still inside of him, motionless. “Do you need a handwritten invitation, Your Majesty?”
“Turn around.”
Katsuki cracked open a cautious eye.
Jin was smiling, alright. Smirking. It was there, that curl at either end of his mouth. There was also tension in his expression, hungry, jaw tight. The fingers withdrew, and Katsuki involuntarily licked his lips at the wet sound, caught under his lover’s gaze.
“…alright.” He agreed softly, getting his balance back and letting go.
All was done with careful, precise movements. Katsuki turned around, almost holding his breath. He felt as if he had offered his back to a panther, a tiger, arousal and nervousness tangling his nerves. He stared at the wall and instinctively put his hands flat against it, knowing he was going to need the bracing.
Hands stroked down his sides, reassuring and unnerving. Katsuki had the oddest thought that Jin was marking territory. He spread his legs without having to be told, eager. Not proud of it perhaps, but he was long past caring about that. Right around the moment Jin had grabbed him coming out of the shower.
The lube was definitely a Blue Boy product. Sweat broke out over Katsuki’s shoulders as those evil, graceful hands moved across his body, pinching his nipples and caressing his throat but never where he wanted them, and he shivered, barely able to sense the body heat behind him.
“I’m getting cold.” Absolutely not sexy, to whine like that, even if it was absolutely true. Katsuki almost growled impatiently. What did Jin want?
Jin prodded his shoulder. Katsuki glanced back, half with the intention to bite, and was caught in a drugging kiss. He became peripherally aware of hands taking control of his hips.
Then his thoughts fragmented as Jin pushed inside of him, better than fingers, better than Blue Boy lube, better than anything -- and Katsuki arched his back, cry muffled by the kiss.
There was always pain; burning, stretching sensation that didn't compare to the heat that surged between them as Jin covered his back, buried deep inside.
Katsuki bit down on his lover's tongue when it tried to annex his mouth. Not out of retaliation for the pain. Retaliation because Jin was going so damn slowly -- and then stopped.
That wasn't being thoughtful, that was Jin tormenting him.
"Move, damn it." He grumbled against the other's mouth.
Jin obliged. He withdrew with excruciating patience and Katsuki opened his mouth to complain, call him an 'asshole' and choked on nothing as the host pushed into him with a rough stroke. Eyes squeezed shut, Katsuki hung onto his balance. "Jesus Christ!" The foreign god's name dropped from his lips without a thought. "From zero to--uhn-a hundred?"
Jin spared a hand to brush the long hair back, speaking huskily into Katsuki's ear. There was no easing up, constant movement against Katsuki's body, playing him like a maestro. "Are you really in any position to complain?"
"Ye-es!" Sweat gleaming on his shoulders, Katsuki couldn't hold back a moan. He was burning up, fingers digging uselessly into the wall for purchase, stomach muscles clenching. He loved the way Jin felt inside of him, couldn't imagine anyone else taking his place -- didn't want to think about whoever Jin had been with only hours ago -- but then the thought was there, heavy and bitter, like specter of memento mori but worse.
Hands, experienced in their craft, moved across his body, sensitive spots long ago memorized. Jin kissed the curve of his neck, the only hint of sweetness as their tempo increased feverishly.
Trapped in the moment as his vision blurred -- sweat or tears in his eyes, Katsuki couldn't tell -- Katsuki heard Jin say something, but not what.
"S-sorry?" Katsuki strained to hold on to the thought. He tried to tilt his head back to look at his lover and was distracted as Jin wrapped a hand around his ignored cock and squeezed knowingly just the right way and Katsuki's breath became a series of hitched gasps.
All Jin had to do was say, "Now." into his ear, voice gravely with desire and Katsuki climaxed. He couldn’t afford to tremble or go limp, had to keep his arms balanced against the wall even as dark supernovas glittered in his vision. Jin’s rhythm changed, not gentler but slower, deliberately riding out the way Katsuki’s body gripped him, extending the aftershocks and then sliding home one last time to press his forehead against Katsuki’s slick shoulder and let go of his control with a quiet sigh.
I’m going to have to take another shower. Katsuki thought drowsily, descending from his high and feeling Jin release inside of him. He was too worn out to protest that his lover should have pulled out. Jin would merely laugh at him anyway.
Their harsh breathing evened. When Jin carefully withdrew and guided him into the bathroom, Katsuki didn’t question it. He watched as Jin set up a hot bath and actually smiled to himself as he wiped the semen dripping down his thigh with a hand towel.
“I might fall asleep on you.” Katsuki warned as Jin entered the tub and then urged him to slide in. The younger man did, resting his back against Jin’s chest and letting out a near orgasmic groan as the hot water swept over his body, surface level cutting off at his collarbone. He settled comfortably against Jin, somewhat surprised when the man didn’t protest and even slung an affectionate arm across his chest.
Well. He really wasn’t going to complain.
“That’s alright.” Jin rumbled, sounding so smug and satisfied that Katsuki toyed with the idea of pushing him under the water.
Maybe later.
The quiet of the bathroom, the soothing heat of the water -- Katsuki capitulated to exhaustion, eyelashes coming to rest on his wet cheeks when Jin spoke again.
“Do you know what ‘panacea’ means?”
“Uhm.” He wanted Katsuki to be able to think after that? Katsuki groaned. “No. Sorry. My English isn’t too great.”
“It’s not English. It’s Greek.”
“… then why the h--” Calm down. No point in growing agitated. Katsuki freed a patient sigh, reaching under the water to place his hand on Jin’s knee. “What does it mean?”
“You could say it means a ‘cure all’. The answer to everything. For some people, their panacea is food. Or music.”
“Oh.” Katsuki tilted his head back, crown pressing against Jin’s shoulder. He could only glimpse a partial side-view of the host’s gorgeous face only touched briefly by age from the angle, mainly his jaw and part of his mouth. “Or sex?” He guessed, merely tossing it out there.
Jin was quiet for so long that Katsuki assumed the conversation had been dropped and closed his eyes again. He was asleep by the time that Jin pressed a chaste kiss against his forehead and murmured something soundlessly.
Title: Gift
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jin/Katsuki (Love Mode)
Warnings:… smut?
Author Notes: Written for the Love Mode Kink Meme.
Jin's smile was strained. It still contained plenty of smugness but after nearly ten years Katsuki could tell when Jin was forcing a smile. And right now his jaw was about thirty seconds away from developing a tick.
The room was cold, air conditioner cranked low. All the better to cuddle in bed, not that Jin was in the mood to cuddle. He rarely, if ever, was, and at that moment Katsuki might have done well to contemplate how wise he was to be anywhere near the former host in the mood he was in.
Ah, well. The sense of danger was pretty kinky. That and the fact that the man couldn't see what Katsuki was doing, temporarily robbed of his sight. All he had to go by was how the bed shifted when his lover changed position.
He nudged Jin's shoulder with his face, adoring the bare skin with his mouth briefly before moving again, on all fours on the bed, making sure he didn't accidentally brush against the supine man. Which proved difficult; Jin wasn't small.
Ah. There went the tick. Katsuki ran a caress down Jin's inner thigh. The muscles tensed, flexed -- and then relaxed.
"This is what you wanted?" Jin mocked, voice velvety. Pride was keeping him from ripping off the black silk wrapped over his eyes; pride, a promise and love.
Katsuki balanced himself on his elbows and pressed a kiss against Jin's hip, making sure those large free hands remained motionless on the bed. Maybe next year he'd asked Jin if he'd agree to be tied up on top of blindfolded.
"Uh-huh. Best damn birthday gift I've ever gotten." He chuckled, knew he was going to pay for it one way or another soon, and lowered his head to brush his cheek against Jin's cock. A wet trail was left on his skin; he wiped at his cheek with a finger and licked off the precum before he moved onto the source, kissing the head sweetly.
Jin breathed deeply.
Katsuki cupped the ball sac with ticklish fingertips, stroking his lover without significant pressure. Jin's next breath came noticeably slower, abdomen tense.
The former page snickered and ran a velvety tongue down the manhood before abandoning it, nuzzling the inside of Jin's thighs, noticeably tense, biting gently and then laving at the faint marks, strands of hair brushing tantalizingly over heated fresh.
He was going to break Jin. He was determined to do so.
Title: Taste
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: R
Pairing: Seiichi/Tomoki (Love Mode)
Warnings: Adult/Minor, spoilers.
Author Notes: Written for the Love Mode Kink Meme.
The hickeys are like blossomed flowers, red on virgin skin, and it gives Seiichi the idea even though he's never done that before. Never been asked to do it, never wanted to. But with Tomoki he finds that the image won't leave him until he's grabbed the phone, called up a page and had the supplies delivered to their room.
All while Tomoki is asleep, laying on his stomach, dozing under the warmth of the morning sun like a sleek kitten, basking in the light. The host moves around the room quietly, setting up the fold-out table next to the bed and noticing that the contents of the bottles are marked as edible. He didn't ask for that. Didn't even think about it.
His mouth curls into a smile. He's not going to complain about it.
A brush is collected, slender with fine bristles. Seiichi slides onto the bed and maneuvers himself until his thighs are on either side of Tomoki's hips. The teenager murmurs drowsily and begins stirring as the first brushstrokes are applied. He hasn't done this since he was in high school and took his last art class. But it all comes back to him, naturally.
"...Seiichi-san?" Tomoki ventures to wonder as he discovers that he can't turn around. He squirms, friction of skin against skin and Seiichi has to gently pin him into stillness with a palm against his lower back. Otherwise, he's going to lose his patience and use the paint to ease his passage into Tomoki, instead of what he's attempting to do.
"Stay like that." Seiichi murmurs, unable to keep the want out of his voice. His conscience has long ago stopped the feeble attempts to point out that this is wrong, even by his decayed standards.
Tomoki trusts him, so he stops moving -- although it doesn't stop him from trying to peek over his shoulder, charming freckles pronounced in the sunlight. "That smells like... strawberry?"
Does it? He's been too focused to notice. Seiichi finishes the downward stroke with the paintbrush, admiring his work and then slides the head of bristles across Tomoki's lips. The boy blinks and recoils at the unexpected, ticklish sensation. A long red streak is left over his lower lip before his tongue shyly peeks out to taste the source of the fruity smell.
"So?" Seiichi leans down, bracing one hand on the headboard. "Does it taste like strawberry?"
There's a delicate blush sweeping across Tomoki's face, but his gaze is clear, sleep gone now. He tilts his chin ever so slightly, that odd combination of hesitation and penchant for just going for it. "Don't you want to find out for yourself?"
Yes.
Yes, he does.
Seiichi is mindful of how much of his weight is pressed against the slender body as he dips his head, kills the final distance, and draws Tomoki's lower lip into his mouth. There's a faint burst of artificial sweetness that he barely notices because it simply doesn't compare to how fantastic it is to kiss Tomoki, how sweet the boy's mouth already is.
They kiss hotly, Tomoki using all the techniques that Seiichi has taught him and better yet, his unquenchable enthusiasm for the act. The host finds that he can't stop his hips from thrusting -- doesn't want to, probably could, but why? -- and sliding his erection between the coltish legs, between the thighs kissed with additional freckles that he's sure no one else has ever seen.
The flower he's drawn over Tomoki's back is a blurry, smeared mess now, the scent of strawberry vivid. It urges Seiichi back to earth even though he's just about found heaven. He lays his forehead against Tomoki's shoulder, their skin beginning to develop a fine sheen of sweat.
Tomoki moans in protest, pressing his thighs together and trapping Seiichi's manhood between them. Seiichi whispers a fervent 'Oh, God,' against the strawberry-scented skin and wonders how it all got away from him.
He doesn't even know which way the paintbrush fell.
Tomoki pushes against him, struggling to lift himself up onto his elbows. His voice is youthfully seductive, naked with want, shy and earnest. Seiichi is only glad that he can't see the boy's sweetly provocative expression. "Please?"
Well. They can play with the paint later.