various drabbles - JE - G/NC-17
Author: anamuan
A/N:: the first two are drabble meme results. The last is something i whipped up last night for shatteredinu. They're all self-beta'd. I don't think i missed anything, but then if I thought it was there, i would have changed it.
I think it's stuck | He didn't know where they came from | kimutaku/jin
Prompt: "I think it's stuck"; sillyandmorbid
Pairing: Toma/Pi
Word Count: 196
Rating: G
"Come on, come on. I think he's coming!" Yamapi hissed in a combination of excitement, devilment, and nervous glee while peering around the corner. He didn't know what was taking Toma so long. He had been just as enthusiastic at the beginning--hell, it was mostly Toma's idea in the first place--Yamapi couldn't understand why he'd be dragging his feet now.
"Toma! Hurry up! What's taking so long? He's going to find us," Pi finally turned around to check for himself, and belatedly realized that the furtive noises behind him weren't stifled giggles, but stopgap efforts at controlling panic.
"Pi," Toma whispered while yanking on the rope desperately. "Pi, I think it's stuck."
Yamapi didn't like the hysteria rising in Toma's eyes because it was contagious, so instead he scolded, "Why didn't you say something sooner?" in a whisper and grabbed the rope too.
"Hasejun's going to kill us." Toma tried not to wail, or to at least wail quietly, but quiet wasn't very good for conveying this particular brand of despair.
"Only if he catches us," Yamapi replied seriously. They pulled together, hoping the strength of two boys would prevail where one wasn't enough.
Prompt: rumorsbruises;shatteredinu
Pairing: Jin/Tego
Word Count: 172
Rating: G
Jin skirted around the bruise on his wrist, tracing the outside edges with a ginger finger. It was a nice purple color, smudged with black. New. He didn't know where it came from. It matched the one on his left hip, except that one was bigger and maybe a little more red than purple. Jin didn't know where that one came from either.
The ones on his legs and the one on his other arm were older, faded, a sickly green-yellow and barely sore to the touch. He didn't remember getting them. He just woke up one day and there they were. Just like he woke with the one on his hip yesterday, and this one this morning.
He pressed a little on his next circuit, trying to find the mismatches between the borders of the discoloration and the actual bruise. He always seemed to do that with new bruises, pressing on them to see how much they hurt and where. Somehow it was important. Knowing that the edges didn't always overlap.
Pairing: Kimutaku/Jin
Word Count: 274
Rating: NC-17
Kimura-sempai pushed into Jin from behind, holding his hips hard against the counter. Jin bucked ineffectually against the hold, unsure if he wanted to pull forward or push back, hissing air in through slack lips. Kimura-sempai doesn't give him much choice in the matter, pressing forward relentlessly until he's seated all the way inside. He holds himself there for half a moment, hips tight against Jin--and then snaps his hips back, still holding Jin firmly against the counter, pulling almost all the way out, before snapping his hips forward again, pounding out a hard, fast rhythm.
Jin can't move his hips with the way Kimura-sempai is leaning into him, and the rough slide of Kimura-sempai deeper isn't enough, and is almost too much and drives Jin halfway out of his mind. Jin leans forward over the counter, hands grasping the far edge desperately for leverage or just something to hold onto, and the change in angle has Kimura-sempai hitting his prostrate with every thrust. Jin flexes his arms, using his grip on the counter as a way to push back against Kimura-sempai, and Kimura-sempai picks up his pace, hips snapping even faster. Kimura-sempai isn't gentle to start with, and he only gets rougher the faster he moves, but Jin loves every thrust, the edge of pain only enhancing his pleasure, and he can't keep his voice down, can't control his voice at all as he orgasms, keening as he spurts against the counter without anyone touching him at all. Kimura-sempai continues pounding into Jin, faster, deeper, and it feels so good it hurts, Jin completely empty and twitching as Kimura-sempai comes inside him.
A/N:: the first two are drabble meme results. The last is something i whipped up last night for shatteredinu. They're all self-beta'd. I don't think i missed anything, but then if I thought it was there, i would have changed it.
I think it's stuck | He didn't know where they came from | kimutaku/jin
Prompt: "I think it's stuck"; sillyandmorbid
Pairing: Toma/Pi
Word Count: 196
Rating: G
"Come on, come on. I think he's coming!" Yamapi hissed in a combination of excitement, devilment, and nervous glee while peering around the corner. He didn't know what was taking Toma so long. He had been just as enthusiastic at the beginning--hell, it was mostly Toma's idea in the first place--Yamapi couldn't understand why he'd be dragging his feet now.
"Toma! Hurry up! What's taking so long? He's going to find us," Pi finally turned around to check for himself, and belatedly realized that the furtive noises behind him weren't stifled giggles, but stopgap efforts at controlling panic.
"Pi," Toma whispered while yanking on the rope desperately. "Pi, I think it's stuck."
Yamapi didn't like the hysteria rising in Toma's eyes because it was contagious, so instead he scolded, "Why didn't you say something sooner?" in a whisper and grabbed the rope too.
"Hasejun's going to kill us." Toma tried not to wail, or to at least wail quietly, but quiet wasn't very good for conveying this particular brand of despair.
"Only if he catches us," Yamapi replied seriously. They pulled together, hoping the strength of two boys would prevail where one wasn't enough.
Prompt: rumorsbruises;shatteredinu
Pairing: Jin/Tego
Word Count: 172
Rating: G
Jin skirted around the bruise on his wrist, tracing the outside edges with a ginger finger. It was a nice purple color, smudged with black. New. He didn't know where it came from. It matched the one on his left hip, except that one was bigger and maybe a little more red than purple. Jin didn't know where that one came from either.
The ones on his legs and the one on his other arm were older, faded, a sickly green-yellow and barely sore to the touch. He didn't remember getting them. He just woke up one day and there they were. Just like he woke with the one on his hip yesterday, and this one this morning.
He pressed a little on his next circuit, trying to find the mismatches between the borders of the discoloration and the actual bruise. He always seemed to do that with new bruises, pressing on them to see how much they hurt and where. Somehow it was important. Knowing that the edges didn't always overlap.
Pairing: Kimutaku/Jin
Word Count: 274
Rating: NC-17
Kimura-sempai pushed into Jin from behind, holding his hips hard against the counter. Jin bucked ineffectually against the hold, unsure if he wanted to pull forward or push back, hissing air in through slack lips. Kimura-sempai doesn't give him much choice in the matter, pressing forward relentlessly until he's seated all the way inside. He holds himself there for half a moment, hips tight against Jin--and then snaps his hips back, still holding Jin firmly against the counter, pulling almost all the way out, before snapping his hips forward again, pounding out a hard, fast rhythm.
Jin can't move his hips with the way Kimura-sempai is leaning into him, and the rough slide of Kimura-sempai deeper isn't enough, and is almost too much and drives Jin halfway out of his mind. Jin leans forward over the counter, hands grasping the far edge desperately for leverage or just something to hold onto, and the change in angle has Kimura-sempai hitting his prostrate with every thrust. Jin flexes his arms, using his grip on the counter as a way to push back against Kimura-sempai, and Kimura-sempai picks up his pace, hips snapping even faster. Kimura-sempai isn't gentle to start with, and he only gets rougher the faster he moves, but Jin loves every thrust, the edge of pain only enhancing his pleasure, and he can't keep his voice down, can't control his voice at all as he orgasms, keening as he spurts against the counter without anyone touching him at all. Kimura-sempai continues pounding into Jin, faster, deeper, and it feels so good it hurts, Jin completely empty and twitching as Kimura-sempai comes inside him.