anonmeme drabbles - JE - PG~NC-17
Author: anamuan
A/N: written for the anonmeme here.
for easy browsing: Tegoshi/Nagase | KamePi | Yamapi/girl!Jin | KokiJin
Tegoshi/Nagase: Tegoshi tops.
word count/rating: 511; NC-17
Tegoshi smiled as the handcuffs clicked closed. Nagase wasn't really fighting the restraint, but he was pulling against it. Tegoshi knew he liked the way they dug into the skin around his wrists. The little needy whimpers Nagase made every time the (albeit padded) metal slid across the skin gave him away. So did the erection tenting his boxers and the way he almost successfully didn’t jerk his hips forward as he ‘struggled’ with the handcuffs.
Nagase was fun to play with, like this. The way he couldn’t do anything to end the teasing (Nagase, for all his superior years, was not very good at self control). The way he wanted it so much more, tied up. The way he whined low in his throat almost constantly, as long as he could feel the cool metal against his wrists. The way he spread himself out for Tegoshi, begging with his body.
Tegoshi dragged nails down Nagase’s chest, watched him hiss and arch up into the contact, and the pretty red welts rise on his tan skin. Tegoshi leaned up and kissed him on the mouth, cool lips to his burning ones. Nagase was demanding in the kiss, trying to take something back, maybe, sucking on Tegoshi’s tongue as Tegoshi slides a slick finger inside him. Tegoshi was really too clever with his fingers.
Tegoshi grinned when Nagase spread his legs wider, canting his hips up. Tegoshi petted a soothing hand down across his hipbone, back over his ass and lower back, shhing him gently. Soon enough.
He slid another finger in, stretching, searching, and Nagase’s arms jerked hard against the cuffs when he found it. Nagase dropped the little half-swallowed whimpers and moans outright when his hands came up short, so Tegoshi pressed in harder just in the same spot until Nagase’s body was a wave of desperate motion, back arching, arms jerking, hips rolling down against Tegoshi’s fingers. Nagase like that, in Tegoshi’s mind, was perfect.
Tegoshi rolled to condom down with quick, practiced ease, and started pressing in the same way. Nagase pushed back to meet him immediately, hard and desperate. Tegoshi fucks him deeply, with the little jingle-rasp of the metal chain against the headboard serving counterpoint to their movemnts. It doesn’t take Nagase long at all, worked up as he is from the cuffs alone, and he comes almost embarrassingly quickly with Tegoshi fucking him the way he is. Tegoshi doesn’t even have to touch him; he just comes with a cry of pleasure and surprise.
Tegoshi doesn’t have a reason to hold back after that, hips thrusting faster, chasing his own release. Nagase still pushes back against him, unconsciously, taking him further in as his body relaxes into bliss, wrists still hanging from the handcuffs high over his head. That image, of Nagase bound and blissed out, come pooling on his stomach, is what does it for Tegoshi in the end, and he comes so hard the edges of his vision blur white.
Kamepi: sweet, fluffy, and pornless.
word count/rating: 307; PG
Kame stretches and sighs. Filming's running late. Of course it's running late. It always is. He sends Yamapi a text message, letting him know.
No problem. It'll keep, he gets a message back.
Yamapi covers Kame's curry with a dish and puts it back in the kitchen. He should have just waited and left it in the pot and the rice cooker instead of serving it early. Yamapi knows how these things rolled. Schedules are more guidelines than any practical aim.
Coming home now, Yamapi gets an hour and a half later. Twenty minutes, and then he'll heat their food back up. When Yamapi sees the smile Kame gives him, steaming curry rice for two on the table, he is glad he waited. It's worth it.
-
Kame had wondered, sometimes, how long they could keep this up. Half the time he wasn't sure if he'd meant the semi-secret nature of their relationship or just them at all.
Kame forgets when he stopped wondering, but three years is a long time to settle into something. It wasn't all perfect, not by a long shot, but Kame was happy.
It's been a good three years. Kame can wait for the rest.
-
Yamapi presses curry flavoured kisses to Kame's lips, sighing when Kame sucks on his lower lip. Kame makes a little noise, contented and just a little edge of need (not really frantic, but no less real for it) and Yamapi crawls all the way into Kame's lap. Kame pulls him closer still, lets Yamapi settle his knees around Kame's hips, and makes another noise into his mouth.
"Happy Anniversary," Yamapi pulls back just far enough to whisper against his lips.
Kame grinned. "It's not our anniversary, stupid."
Yamapi licked Kame's lips. "One night anniversary of some really great sex?"
"Shut up." Kame shut Yamapi up himself.
Yamapi/girl!Jin. Genderswitch het.
word count/rating: 948; NC-17
"Spread your legs," Yamapi said, and it was weird because first of all, Jin was supposed to say things like that and second, Yamapi might be allowed to say things like that, but not to him. And third, because it was hot, the way Yamapi's voice went octaves lower, and the way Yamapi was looking at him, and Yamapi licked his lips after, unconsciously, and Jin could tell that half of what Yamapi wanted right then was the taste of Jin on his tongue. Heat coiled low in Jin's stomach, and that felt familiar at least, because he could also feel himself getting wet and that wasn't supposed to happen either, normally and-
Jin spread his legs.
The want on Yamapi's face was totally worth it. It made something clench in Jin's stomach, hot and tight with need, and he wondered what he looked like, legs spread on Yamapi's bed and his hips canted up so Yamapi could get a good look at his cunt (which he wasn't supposed to have, but he didn't really feel like freaking out about that any more, not now). Yamapi licked his lips again and crawled up onto the bed, settling between Jin's legs. Excitement and nervousness twisted in Jin's stomach and lust hit him so hard, he could taste it in the back of his throat.
"Good girl," Yamapi said--and Jin had half a mind to be offended, except that he was a girl--and then Yamapi's tongue was flicking out over his clit and his head fell back and he moaned instead. Yamapi's tongue slid over him again, and he tangled his fingers in the sheet below him. It wasn't fair that he be this worked up already.
"Jin," Yamapi hummed it practically, his voice was so low, but Jin heard him anyway. "Jin, look at me." Raising his head was an effort, but once he could see Yamapi lapping at him, hot, hot eyes staring up at him as he tasted as much of Jin as he could, he knew he wasn't going to be able to look away. Jin had the sneaking suspicion that Yamapi wouldn't even have to be talented to give him the best fucking orgasm of his life, simply because it was Yamapi with his tongue in his cunt.
Yamapi slid a finger up through the wetness, teasing along the sensitive skin, which had Jin's hips twitching up as it was, and then licked the come off his finger while Jin watched. Yamapi made a show of it, of enjoying the taste, the reaction it got out of Jin, and Jin couldn't take any more.
"Fuck, Pi, stop teasing. I, please," he faltered, not quite able to bring himself to say it, but Yamapi wasn't waiting for Jin to get up the nerve. He rolled on a condom and pulled Jin down by the waist until his knees hung off the bed and Yamapi could push in.
Jin's mouth was a big open O, breath stopped up in his throat; his eyes were wide open, but he wasn't really seeing anything as he dug his fingers hard into the flesh of Yamapi's arms. Yamapi was big, and Jin had never done this before, and it took long slow moments of stretchslide as he got used to the feeling of Yamapi being inside him before he could gasp in a breath. Yamapi kissed the side of his face, holding blessedly still while Jin focused on the air coming in and out of his lungs.
Then Yamapi stroked a hand up Jin's rib to cup his breast and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Jin gasped and his hips jerked, and then it was like too many things happened at once for Jin to figure out what was going on, because all of it together just felt good.
Yamapi grunted as he slid further in, hips drawing back automatically when he got as far as he could, and suddenly the movement inside sent pure pleasure crackling along Jin's nerves instead of that ginger, too-full feeling. He moaned and his back arched into Yamapi's hands, and his hips pushed back against Yamapi's in the same movement. Yamapi pressed forward again, and unbelievably it felt even better, friction of the best kind. Jin wrapped his legs around Yamapi's waist for the leverage, and the next time Yamapi thrust into him, he was more than ready.
Yamapi sped up, lost his tempo, and Jin pushed back to meet him, hard and desperate and unwilling to wait. It got easier for Yamapi to move the more Jin wanted it, and harder for Jin to breathe. Everything felt good, where his nipples were rubbing against Yamapi's sweat-slick chest, Yamapi's mouth on his throat, Yamapi inside him, Yamapi's hands on his skin. Jin felt like a spring wound too tight, hovering on the edge, and it was driving him mindless. He was too far gone to care about the noises he was making, just as long as Yamapi didn't stop-
Jin's orgasm took him by surprise, head thrown back, and a little whimper of a cry ripping from his throat because he didn't have enough air to scream. Yamapi's hips didn't stop, and it made Jin last longer, stuttering into aftershocks like jolts through his system. When Yamapi finally came, Jin thought he was going to die, and his last, his very last coherent thought until he came back to himself cooling off and catching his breath and Yamapi still inside him, was that he didn't think he'd mind death by orgasm.
Yamapi was Jin's best orgasm of his life, though part of it was definitely because Yamapi was talented.
Koki/Jin: sexy photo shoot leads to sexytimes.
word count/rating: 881; NC-17
Jin ghosted his hand down the front of Koki's pants, while Koki gritted his teeth surreptitiously (have to smolder for the camera). He growled and pulled Jin up against him by the ass of his jeans in retaliation, and Jin did that thing where he smirked and Koki wanted to fuck him into the nearest surface. Vaguely, in the background, under the buzz in Koki's head, the photographer was talking. "Closer, closer, and hold it!!"
They both stopped moving, the second nature of posing for shoots kicking in without even running through their conscious minds, and there were a ro of clickflashes as the photographer got what he needed.
"And you're done. Good work guys. You can go." If Koki and Jin broke apart just a little more reluctantly than was expected, no one commented. Koki watched Jin roll his shoulders out and shake a hand through his hair to rearrange it from the corner of his eye. He'd liked to get a hand in that hair and-- Koki walked off set, trying not to think about how he was going to make Jin scream later, or at least, trying not to think of it until he got out from under all the bright lights and camera lenses.
Koki pinned Jin against the wall as soon as they're out of sight. "You are a fucking tease," he mumbled, biting Jin's lip. Jin slid a hand down the front of Koki's pants like in the photo shoot, rubbing hard against Koki's erection.
"You like it," Jin laughed back, thumb slipping down under the waist of Koki's pants.
"Not half as much as you like trying to see what you can get away with in front of all those staff members," Koki bit back.
Suddenly, Jin's hand was down the front of Koki's pants, inside his boxers, blunt nails scraping against Koki's cock. He laughed again. "You like that too."
"Fuck," Koki gasped, hips jerking forward into Jin's hand. Jin leaned forward until their chests bumped and his lips were right up by Koki's ear.
"I know somewhere we can go."
--
It was an empty dressing room, not far away. Koki was glad, because he was having trouble walking. From the looks of things Jin was too, but looking at Jin's ass moving ahead of him was a dangerous endeavour, so he focused on counting the cinder blocks they passed instead.
Koki locked the door behind them while Jin settled back onto the dressing room couch. Jin didn't need any urging to lie back when Koki climbed on top of him, hands pulling at pants and belt buckles, pushing them down off hips and kicking boxers off with their legs. Koki hoped Jin wanted it fast and hard, because he wasn't sure how long he could wait.
Koki had his mouth full of Jin's tongue, one hand pulling on Jin's cock because he couldn't seem to keep his hands off. Jin had his hands full of Koki, smearing precome around the head, fingers teasing around Koki's balls.
Koki pushed two finger into Jin's mouth, ignoring Jin's half-hearted protests in favour of sliding his tongue back into Jin's mouth to 'help'. Pretty soon it was just Jin licking the roof of Koki's mouth again, as Koki slid his fingers down to prep Jin, down between Jin's cheeks--and came up short because he met with smooth silicon.
"Wha-?" Koki sputtered, heat-fogged mind taking a minute to catch up.
Jin had the temerity to laugh again, sliding a condom on Koki one-handed and jerking particularly distractingly to coat him with lube he'd had god only knew where. "I tried to tell you you didn't need to bother. I'm all ready." Jin dropped one of his own hands down, grasping the flared end and slowly pulling it out. He twisted as he went, groaning, sending another hot flare of lust through Koki, and then Jin was guiding Koki to his entrance until Koki got the idea and pushed in on his own.
"That's better, loverboy, fuck me," and Koki growled at the mocking tone, and thrust in sharp and fast, before pulling out in a long slow stroke to get back at him for the teasing. Jin had prepared himself well, and Koki didn't hold back, slamming in as hard and fast. Jin just moaned louder, hips moving back to meet Koki's greedily.
"Fucking slut," Koki gasped, and the movement of Jin's hips only got more frantic. "You've wanted me to fuck you all day." One of Jin's hands joined Koki's on his cock, squeezing, forcing Koki to move his hand faster.
"Yes, yes, fuck yes. I wanted you. Fuck me. Koki, fuck me harder. Thought about it all day, shit, you inside me." A dirty litany fell from Jin's lips, half incomprehensible, about how good it felt, how much he needed it, how much, how good, how, how until he came with a scream, hot and sticky between their bellies.
Jin's voice broke every time Koki pushed past the resistance of Jin's orgasm and thrust into his body, until he was just moaning brokenly. Two, three, four more times and Koki came hard, hips moving hard and totally ungraceful, while Jin, voice raw, just moaned "fuck me, fuck me," until Koki's hips finally stopped.
A/N: written for the anonmeme here.
for easy browsing: Tegoshi/Nagase | KamePi | Yamapi/girl!Jin | KokiJin
Tegoshi/Nagase: Tegoshi tops.
word count/rating: 511; NC-17
Tegoshi smiled as the handcuffs clicked closed. Nagase wasn't really fighting the restraint, but he was pulling against it. Tegoshi knew he liked the way they dug into the skin around his wrists. The little needy whimpers Nagase made every time the (albeit padded) metal slid across the skin gave him away. So did the erection tenting his boxers and the way he almost successfully didn’t jerk his hips forward as he ‘struggled’ with the handcuffs.
Nagase was fun to play with, like this. The way he couldn’t do anything to end the teasing (Nagase, for all his superior years, was not very good at self control). The way he wanted it so much more, tied up. The way he whined low in his throat almost constantly, as long as he could feel the cool metal against his wrists. The way he spread himself out for Tegoshi, begging with his body.
Tegoshi dragged nails down Nagase’s chest, watched him hiss and arch up into the contact, and the pretty red welts rise on his tan skin. Tegoshi leaned up and kissed him on the mouth, cool lips to his burning ones. Nagase was demanding in the kiss, trying to take something back, maybe, sucking on Tegoshi’s tongue as Tegoshi slides a slick finger inside him. Tegoshi was really too clever with his fingers.
Tegoshi grinned when Nagase spread his legs wider, canting his hips up. Tegoshi petted a soothing hand down across his hipbone, back over his ass and lower back, shhing him gently. Soon enough.
He slid another finger in, stretching, searching, and Nagase’s arms jerked hard against the cuffs when he found it. Nagase dropped the little half-swallowed whimpers and moans outright when his hands came up short, so Tegoshi pressed in harder just in the same spot until Nagase’s body was a wave of desperate motion, back arching, arms jerking, hips rolling down against Tegoshi’s fingers. Nagase like that, in Tegoshi’s mind, was perfect.
Tegoshi rolled to condom down with quick, practiced ease, and started pressing in the same way. Nagase pushed back to meet him immediately, hard and desperate. Tegoshi fucks him deeply, with the little jingle-rasp of the metal chain against the headboard serving counterpoint to their movemnts. It doesn’t take Nagase long at all, worked up as he is from the cuffs alone, and he comes almost embarrassingly quickly with Tegoshi fucking him the way he is. Tegoshi doesn’t even have to touch him; he just comes with a cry of pleasure and surprise.
Tegoshi doesn’t have a reason to hold back after that, hips thrusting faster, chasing his own release. Nagase still pushes back against him, unconsciously, taking him further in as his body relaxes into bliss, wrists still hanging from the handcuffs high over his head. That image, of Nagase bound and blissed out, come pooling on his stomach, is what does it for Tegoshi in the end, and he comes so hard the edges of his vision blur white.
Kamepi: sweet, fluffy, and pornless.
word count/rating: 307; PG
Kame stretches and sighs. Filming's running late. Of course it's running late. It always is. He sends Yamapi a text message, letting him know.
No problem. It'll keep, he gets a message back.
Yamapi covers Kame's curry with a dish and puts it back in the kitchen. He should have just waited and left it in the pot and the rice cooker instead of serving it early. Yamapi knows how these things rolled. Schedules are more guidelines than any practical aim.
Coming home now, Yamapi gets an hour and a half later. Twenty minutes, and then he'll heat their food back up. When Yamapi sees the smile Kame gives him, steaming curry rice for two on the table, he is glad he waited. It's worth it.
-
Kame had wondered, sometimes, how long they could keep this up. Half the time he wasn't sure if he'd meant the semi-secret nature of their relationship or just them at all.
Kame forgets when he stopped wondering, but three years is a long time to settle into something. It wasn't all perfect, not by a long shot, but Kame was happy.
It's been a good three years. Kame can wait for the rest.
-
Yamapi presses curry flavoured kisses to Kame's lips, sighing when Kame sucks on his lower lip. Kame makes a little noise, contented and just a little edge of need (not really frantic, but no less real for it) and Yamapi crawls all the way into Kame's lap. Kame pulls him closer still, lets Yamapi settle his knees around Kame's hips, and makes another noise into his mouth.
"Happy Anniversary," Yamapi pulls back just far enough to whisper against his lips.
Kame grinned. "It's not our anniversary, stupid."
Yamapi licked Kame's lips. "One night anniversary of some really great sex?"
"Shut up." Kame shut Yamapi up himself.
Yamapi/girl!Jin. Genderswitch het.
word count/rating: 948; NC-17
"Spread your legs," Yamapi said, and it was weird because first of all, Jin was supposed to say things like that and second, Yamapi might be allowed to say things like that, but not to him. And third, because it was hot, the way Yamapi's voice went octaves lower, and the way Yamapi was looking at him, and Yamapi licked his lips after, unconsciously, and Jin could tell that half of what Yamapi wanted right then was the taste of Jin on his tongue. Heat coiled low in Jin's stomach, and that felt familiar at least, because he could also feel himself getting wet and that wasn't supposed to happen either, normally and-
Jin spread his legs.
The want on Yamapi's face was totally worth it. It made something clench in Jin's stomach, hot and tight with need, and he wondered what he looked like, legs spread on Yamapi's bed and his hips canted up so Yamapi could get a good look at his cunt (which he wasn't supposed to have, but he didn't really feel like freaking out about that any more, not now). Yamapi licked his lips again and crawled up onto the bed, settling between Jin's legs. Excitement and nervousness twisted in Jin's stomach and lust hit him so hard, he could taste it in the back of his throat.
"Good girl," Yamapi said--and Jin had half a mind to be offended, except that he was a girl--and then Yamapi's tongue was flicking out over his clit and his head fell back and he moaned instead. Yamapi's tongue slid over him again, and he tangled his fingers in the sheet below him. It wasn't fair that he be this worked up already.
"Jin," Yamapi hummed it practically, his voice was so low, but Jin heard him anyway. "Jin, look at me." Raising his head was an effort, but once he could see Yamapi lapping at him, hot, hot eyes staring up at him as he tasted as much of Jin as he could, he knew he wasn't going to be able to look away. Jin had the sneaking suspicion that Yamapi wouldn't even have to be talented to give him the best fucking orgasm of his life, simply because it was Yamapi with his tongue in his cunt.
Yamapi slid a finger up through the wetness, teasing along the sensitive skin, which had Jin's hips twitching up as it was, and then licked the come off his finger while Jin watched. Yamapi made a show of it, of enjoying the taste, the reaction it got out of Jin, and Jin couldn't take any more.
"Fuck, Pi, stop teasing. I, please," he faltered, not quite able to bring himself to say it, but Yamapi wasn't waiting for Jin to get up the nerve. He rolled on a condom and pulled Jin down by the waist until his knees hung off the bed and Yamapi could push in.
Jin's mouth was a big open O, breath stopped up in his throat; his eyes were wide open, but he wasn't really seeing anything as he dug his fingers hard into the flesh of Yamapi's arms. Yamapi was big, and Jin had never done this before, and it took long slow moments of stretchslide as he got used to the feeling of Yamapi being inside him before he could gasp in a breath. Yamapi kissed the side of his face, holding blessedly still while Jin focused on the air coming in and out of his lungs.
Then Yamapi stroked a hand up Jin's rib to cup his breast and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Jin gasped and his hips jerked, and then it was like too many things happened at once for Jin to figure out what was going on, because all of it together just felt good.
Yamapi grunted as he slid further in, hips drawing back automatically when he got as far as he could, and suddenly the movement inside sent pure pleasure crackling along Jin's nerves instead of that ginger, too-full feeling. He moaned and his back arched into Yamapi's hands, and his hips pushed back against Yamapi's in the same movement. Yamapi pressed forward again, and unbelievably it felt even better, friction of the best kind. Jin wrapped his legs around Yamapi's waist for the leverage, and the next time Yamapi thrust into him, he was more than ready.
Yamapi sped up, lost his tempo, and Jin pushed back to meet him, hard and desperate and unwilling to wait. It got easier for Yamapi to move the more Jin wanted it, and harder for Jin to breathe. Everything felt good, where his nipples were rubbing against Yamapi's sweat-slick chest, Yamapi's mouth on his throat, Yamapi inside him, Yamapi's hands on his skin. Jin felt like a spring wound too tight, hovering on the edge, and it was driving him mindless. He was too far gone to care about the noises he was making, just as long as Yamapi didn't stop-
Jin's orgasm took him by surprise, head thrown back, and a little whimper of a cry ripping from his throat because he didn't have enough air to scream. Yamapi's hips didn't stop, and it made Jin last longer, stuttering into aftershocks like jolts through his system. When Yamapi finally came, Jin thought he was going to die, and his last, his very last coherent thought until he came back to himself cooling off and catching his breath and Yamapi still inside him, was that he didn't think he'd mind death by orgasm.
Yamapi was Jin's best orgasm of his life, though part of it was definitely because Yamapi was talented.
Koki/Jin: sexy photo shoot leads to sexytimes.
word count/rating: 881; NC-17
Jin ghosted his hand down the front of Koki's pants, while Koki gritted his teeth surreptitiously (have to smolder for the camera). He growled and pulled Jin up against him by the ass of his jeans in retaliation, and Jin did that thing where he smirked and Koki wanted to fuck him into the nearest surface. Vaguely, in the background, under the buzz in Koki's head, the photographer was talking. "Closer, closer, and hold it!!"
They both stopped moving, the second nature of posing for shoots kicking in without even running through their conscious minds, and there were a ro of clickflashes as the photographer got what he needed.
"And you're done. Good work guys. You can go." If Koki and Jin broke apart just a little more reluctantly than was expected, no one commented. Koki watched Jin roll his shoulders out and shake a hand through his hair to rearrange it from the corner of his eye. He'd liked to get a hand in that hair and-- Koki walked off set, trying not to think about how he was going to make Jin scream later, or at least, trying not to think of it until he got out from under all the bright lights and camera lenses.
Koki pinned Jin against the wall as soon as they're out of sight. "You are a fucking tease," he mumbled, biting Jin's lip. Jin slid a hand down the front of Koki's pants like in the photo shoot, rubbing hard against Koki's erection.
"You like it," Jin laughed back, thumb slipping down under the waist of Koki's pants.
"Not half as much as you like trying to see what you can get away with in front of all those staff members," Koki bit back.
Suddenly, Jin's hand was down the front of Koki's pants, inside his boxers, blunt nails scraping against Koki's cock. He laughed again. "You like that too."
"Fuck," Koki gasped, hips jerking forward into Jin's hand. Jin leaned forward until their chests bumped and his lips were right up by Koki's ear.
"I know somewhere we can go."
--
It was an empty dressing room, not far away. Koki was glad, because he was having trouble walking. From the looks of things Jin was too, but looking at Jin's ass moving ahead of him was a dangerous endeavour, so he focused on counting the cinder blocks they passed instead.
Koki locked the door behind them while Jin settled back onto the dressing room couch. Jin didn't need any urging to lie back when Koki climbed on top of him, hands pulling at pants and belt buckles, pushing them down off hips and kicking boxers off with their legs. Koki hoped Jin wanted it fast and hard, because he wasn't sure how long he could wait.
Koki had his mouth full of Jin's tongue, one hand pulling on Jin's cock because he couldn't seem to keep his hands off. Jin had his hands full of Koki, smearing precome around the head, fingers teasing around Koki's balls.
Koki pushed two finger into Jin's mouth, ignoring Jin's half-hearted protests in favour of sliding his tongue back into Jin's mouth to 'help'. Pretty soon it was just Jin licking the roof of Koki's mouth again, as Koki slid his fingers down to prep Jin, down between Jin's cheeks--and came up short because he met with smooth silicon.
"Wha-?" Koki sputtered, heat-fogged mind taking a minute to catch up.
Jin had the temerity to laugh again, sliding a condom on Koki one-handed and jerking particularly distractingly to coat him with lube he'd had god only knew where. "I tried to tell you you didn't need to bother. I'm all ready." Jin dropped one of his own hands down, grasping the flared end and slowly pulling it out. He twisted as he went, groaning, sending another hot flare of lust through Koki, and then Jin was guiding Koki to his entrance until Koki got the idea and pushed in on his own.
"That's better, loverboy, fuck me," and Koki growled at the mocking tone, and thrust in sharp and fast, before pulling out in a long slow stroke to get back at him for the teasing. Jin had prepared himself well, and Koki didn't hold back, slamming in as hard and fast. Jin just moaned louder, hips moving back to meet Koki's greedily.
"Fucking slut," Koki gasped, and the movement of Jin's hips only got more frantic. "You've wanted me to fuck you all day." One of Jin's hands joined Koki's on his cock, squeezing, forcing Koki to move his hand faster.
"Yes, yes, fuck yes. I wanted you. Fuck me. Koki, fuck me harder. Thought about it all day, shit, you inside me." A dirty litany fell from Jin's lips, half incomprehensible, about how good it felt, how much he needed it, how much, how good, how, how until he came with a scream, hot and sticky between their bellies.
Jin's voice broke every time Koki pushed past the resistance of Jin's orgasm and thrust into his body, until he was just moaning brokenly. Two, three, four more times and Koki came hard, hips moving hard and totally ungraceful, while Jin, voice raw, just moaned "fuck me, fuck me," until Koki's hips finally stopped.