Bare Necessities
For ashi_ga_demasu . Because she said I should write smut. I know, I've been so boring lately :| I wish I'd written something better, something that has a point and is funny and not this full of fail fic T____T orz I am a useless friend, love me still?
Kame surveys the parcel on his coffee table. It arrived via Fedex an hour ago while he was having his usual Tamago Kake Gohan breakfast. It has a card attached to with "All the best from the Panasonic company" written in flowing characters. He tears off the brown paper, and sure enough, it's his complementary boxes of Lamdash.
He takes one and thinks of giving it to Jin. Might motivate Jin to shave. Another he takes for his bathroom cabinet. The rest, he shoves under his couch for a lack of a more accessible storage option. Once he drops the one he chose for Jin at Jin's place with a post-it that says, "This is for you. Use it" stuck to the box, he forgets about the razors, and life is just as it always has been.
"...Hmm. So like would you give him a blowjob?"
Kame's eye twitches when accidentally eavesdrops on the scandalous conversation in the next booth. The ones occupying it are two women about his age by his estimate. They're office ladies by the look of their blazer and skirt ensemble. They were flipping through a magazine when they chanced upon a particular page that had photo of a celebrity that they are now scrutinizing.
The other woman snorts into her bowl, "Well, he's really hairy--"
"Oh, yeah, god those legs, as thick as a carpet --"
"--don't want to choke on all that hair down there!"
"Might cough up a furball."
They both snigger silently while Kame's eyes goes all shifty, making his friend sitting across him get worried and kick him under the table. That hurt. He glared at said friend, then at his bare calves exposed by the plaid board shorts.
"He's still hot though."
Kame feels a little better though they aren't necessarily talking about him, of course. No, of course not. He's not the only hairy celebrity out there, is he?
By the time he goes back to talking about curveballs and homeruns, his friend is already looking at him like he'd grown a full beard in the span of a minute. He feels self-conscious.
Jin takes short, gasping breaths to calm himself down. His eyes are tightly shut as the occasional mewl escapes from his pursed lips. Kame's doing that thing he does when he flicks his tongue from side to side starting at the juncture of Jin's scrotum and cock. The motion travels the length until just about the peak. Up and down, up and down, Kame's tongue does the routine with much fervor, knowing too well that it's Jin's favorite trick. Kame's a damn tease and he's not about to deprive himself of Jin writhing in frustration at Kame's mouth not sucking him off yet. Jin's grip on his hair tightens and he's pulled closer to Jin's crotch, his nose flat against the inguinal area and his protests muffled by Jin's balls.
At such close proximity, Kame can appreciate something he hasn't even given any thought to before. The conversation he overheard at the ramen shop plays back in his mind. Other than the spattering of pubic hair just above his cock, Jin's nether regions are as magnificently hairless as a baby's. Kame admits to being just a bit envious, though he might be at an advantage because at least he doesn't have to worry about choking on all that keratin. Suddenly, he feels guilty at all those times he let Jin blow him. Oh boy, he should've known better.
Jin stills and quiets, looks at Kame in that bewildered way of his; confusion apparent as to why he isn't being sucked yet. That reminds Kame of where they were and what they were doing, so before Jin could bitch about him daydreaming at the worst possible time, he devours all of Jin's cock in one go. The inconvenience of trying not to gag when it hits the back of his throat is so worth it when Jin converts the whine he was about to unleash into a beastly and guttural moan.
All thoughts of body hair are forgotten as Kame becomes preoccupied with sucking Jin while trying something new with his tongue. He can only multi-task so much. He lets Jin undo his belt and pants push it downward. A hand sneaks into his boxers and palms his semi-hard cock. It kneads him to full hardness and makes him moan around the equally hard object in his mouth. Jin lies parallel to him, and draws warm spirals of saliva with his tongue on his lower abdomen that progress slowly towards his waistband. Kame's first reaction was to think, "Oh yeah, sixty-nine!" and then stops. He imagines Jin picking hair between his teeth.
"Oh shit, sixty-nine!" He doesn't realize he murderously says it under his breath until after it's already out.
"Huh? Well duh..." Jin mumbles amusedly while lazily pushing the boxers down.
Kame nimbly shifts their positions and pins Jin down before he could go any further.
"...the fuck?"
"Just can't wait anymore, that's all," Kame smirks with as much confidence as he can muster in his insecure state.
Jin's annoyed expression turns to one of pleasure. He smirks back, thinking of how fortunate he is to have a boyfriend as eager as Kame.
"Yeah? So horny, Kamenashi," He spreads his legs a little wider to give Kame enough room.
Kame lets out a relieved giggle as he positions himself in the space allotted to him. He coats himself with a generous amount of lube as Jin's ankles hook over his shoulders. Jin's legs have always been dainty and without the smattering of fine hair, it can put any woman's calves to shame. He sprinkles little kisses on both of the ankles and runs his hands over the smoothness of Jin's calves. One hand continues to run along the inner portion of Jin's leg, making Jin's cock twitch at the subtleness; while his other hand massages Jin's eager hole. That hand guides his cock to the spasming opening, teasing the rim with its hardness. He doesn't push in yet. Jin writhes from under him and lets out a whimper.
"Nnnngh. Nooooow," Jin demands.
But he's distracted by the tuft of hair above Jin's hardness. So downy and sparse, it looks. He caresses beyond Jin's inner thigh and slips his fingers under Jin's throbbing cock to feel the coarseness rustle between his fingertips. Unbeknownst to him, his other hand steers his leaking cock into tracing little circles over Jin's opening. He drives Jin into a cocktail of confusion and lust.
Jin arches, raring to have that hardness inside him, "I don't know what the hell you're waiting for. Shouldn't you be fucking me already?"
Kame is brought back from his daydream of having pubic hair similar to Jin's and pushes in before he reaches orgasm with that thought. He bites his lower lip and apologizes.
With their own accord, his hands splay over the area above Jin’s groin, inconspicuous in their position as Jin jerks himself off in time with his thrusts. His thumbs run along that the line of converging strands that run from Jin's navel and lead down to the more abundant smattering on Jin's crotch. He compares his and Jin's crotches, bumping and bringing them really close to each other for one second, before his hips automatically pull back. He cringes at the discrepancy but before he can wallow in envy, Jin's brings him down for a kiss, and all thoughts of wallowing in envy are quickly forgotten.
"Uhnn... There," Jin moans against his lips, and he knows where his target is. He takes Jin's erection his hand, now noticeably harder, and pumps as tightly as he can.
Jin squirts over his abdomen and into Kame's hand with a gasp and a low groan. Kame pulls out and strokes himself. Jin watches him with a satiated half-smile until he, too, comes over Jin's stomach. He takes a tissue from the nightstand and wipes Jin clean before collapsing onto his side of the bed.
Jin, perhaps in a half-slumber, spoons his side and creeps his hand between Kame's legs. He nuzzles Kame's neck and giggles softly, "So warm. So...fuzzy."
Kame whips his head to the side, his face adequately showing that he's offended and will give Jin hell for that because what exactly did he mean by fuzzy?.
But Jin is already fast asleep on his shoulder.
Kame begrudgingly gets out of his warm and sudsy bath. He hunches over his bathroom sink and surveys the thickening stubble on his jowls. To shave or not to shave, that is the question. He never pays any attention to how he looks when he doesn't need to go to work. Sometimes he's free for a couple of days, and during times like that the lack of physical maintenance accumulates and after a week he's looking like a cave man. His eyebrows are already growing out of their shaped perfection and it's only been two days. He glares at the little hairs invading his forehead; he'll have to visit the salon tomorrow. But before that there'll be fun times ahead since he's going over to Jin's place, so...
He resigns to reaching for his brand-new, ergonomic, easy to hold, and hypoallergenic electric shaver. One can never go wrong with Lamdash. The shaver buzzes silently and glides through his skin with ease, leaving a trail of smooth, hairless skin in its wake. In the midst of enjoying his more than satisfactory endorsement, he accidentally brushes over a skin exfoliant, knocking it over the edge of the counter. It lands on the floor with a dull thud. He tsks but nonetheless pauses in shaving and picks up the tube. The towel on his hips is loosened by the motion and it falls on the floor.
When he straightens back up, he sees the thick foliage on his groin in his reflection on the mirror. He's feeling insecure again, but then he notices the shaver still in his hand and the can of his now defunct shaving cream on his shelf. A light bulb switches on in his head and he wonders...
Their noses bump into each other as they lazily crash on the couch. Jin giggles against his mouth and he smiles at the warm huffs fanning his lips despite himself. They're both contentedly full after Jin's "instant ramen surprise" (which is really just three different flavors of instant ramen) and comfortably buzzed with the bottles of beer they managed to consume. Kame puckers his lips and gives Jin a small peck on the mouth.
Jin chuckles and straddles him, combs his long hair over his forehead and forces Kame's mouth open with his tongue. The kiss, which involved lots of tongue, stirred both their loins to life and it doesn't take long for Jin's mouth to head south.
Kame endulges in Jin's hyperactive tongue his smooth and supple jaw, his straining neck, his not-as-ticklish collarbones, and his thumping chest. Jin practically tore his shirt off to get to the tiny but oh so sensitive pink nipples. Jin liked sucking on those, Kame has noticed, but as much as Kame enjoys what Jin does to his nipples, he's much too excited to show Jin his very own "under the boxers surprise". So he pushes Jin's head lower until the wet tongue is teasing his flat stomach and nipping at his exposed waistband.
Jin pauses and looks up at him with that smug and knowing smile gracing his lips. Jin makes a show of running his tongue over his upper lip and smirks at the shudder the action elicited from Kame.
"They say dessert is bad for your health," Jin pops the button of Kame's jeans open and massages the prominent bulge under the flimsy fabric of the boxers. Kame bites back the snide remark forming in his mind about said "dessert" being more nutritious than the sodium overload Jin called "dinner" and settles for a snort.
He's more than with Jin's confusion after Jin yanks the waistband down and sees no sign of hair. Jin's brows furrow and he cocks his head to the side, that inquisitive-little-child look on his face. He pulls lower until Kame's completely exposed.
Jin's mouth forms a circle in amazement and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Kame is as hair-less as a newborn (and as hard as wood).
"W-whoah..." Jin blinks a couple of times. It may as well be an optical illusion.
But Kame nervously chuckles and asks, "Like it?"
Jin takes the hardness between Kame's legs in his hand and loosely pumps it. He still looks as astounded as ever, "You look bigger," but he catches himself, "I mean, not that you weren't before, You're just... huge like this."
Kame can feel the blush creeping up his cheeks and can't believe that it was that bad before. Seriously, he's been messing around with Jin for years and he has never felt the least bit self conscious. He scowls when Jin just keeps looking and caressing the now bald skin. He gets frustrated when Jin becomes like this (so KY he can go up against Taguchi for the King of KY title) especially when he went as far as spritzing his lower regions with after shave. Just for Jin. Boy did that sting.
"If you like it so much then you can start sucking it."
Jin is too stunned to give any semblance of a reply so he just does what Kame tells him to do and starts sucking, which, of course, he does not have any complaints against. This time Kame can enjoy Jin's tongue without worrying about Jin choking on pubic hair, and that is a reassuring thought to have.
When he comes Jin is there to lap up every drop (and this time Kame didn't have to worry about picking dried semen from out of the hair, too) and Jin looks up at him with lust-hazed eyes.
"I am so hard right now," Jin says.
And Kame knows he has to return the favor or else he'll feel like the worst boyfriend in history. Well, sucking Jin off isn't really something he'd be forced to do. In fact, he's more than happy to do that. Would even volunteer for it.
Jin thanks him by coming in his mouth. He gets to swallow, too.
They're sprawled out on the couch, almost falling asleep. Kame knows they ought to get into their pants at least or else they might catch a cold, but he just can't be arsed to get up. At some point Jin reached for the remote and turned on the tv; they stare at it without really watching. Kame has his arm hooked over Jin's shoulder and Jin is stuck to his side. He's breathing so evenly Kame thinks he's already asleep. That is, until his shoulders shake and Kame's too awake all of a sudden.
"Huh?"
Jin just keeps shaking.
"Hey," He pokes Jin on the shoulder.
Jin lets his laughter out.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing," Jin bites his fist to keep from laughing. When he finally recovers he asks, "Did you shave here?" He runs a finger across Kame's lower abdomen.
"Um. Obviously."
Jin has a hint of a giggle in his voice, "Why?"
Kame shrugs, suddenly really embarrassed again, "Just felt like it."
Jin lets it go. He knows when not to push Kame, especially if he wouldn't like to sleep in a cold and empty bed, "What did you use?"
"Er- Lamdash."
Jin's jaw drops, "Isn't that a bit...dangerous?"
"Huh? Um...Maybe?"
Jin cradles his balls and whispers in his ear, "We should find safer ways of hair removal for you...together."
He's all for safety, and since Jin is the M-er one of them, he lets his worries rest easy and allows that smirk to ride up his cheek, "That sounds real inviting."
---The End---
Kame surveys the parcel on his coffee table. It arrived via Fedex an hour ago while he was having his usual Tamago Kake Gohan breakfast. It has a card attached to with "All the best from the Panasonic company" written in flowing characters. He tears off the brown paper, and sure enough, it's his complementary boxes of Lamdash.
He takes one and thinks of giving it to Jin. Might motivate Jin to shave. Another he takes for his bathroom cabinet. The rest, he shoves under his couch for a lack of a more accessible storage option. Once he drops the one he chose for Jin at Jin's place with a post-it that says, "This is for you. Use it" stuck to the box, he forgets about the razors, and life is just as it always has been.
"...Hmm. So like would you give him a blowjob?"
Kame's eye twitches when accidentally eavesdrops on the scandalous conversation in the next booth. The ones occupying it are two women about his age by his estimate. They're office ladies by the look of their blazer and skirt ensemble. They were flipping through a magazine when they chanced upon a particular page that had photo of a celebrity that they are now scrutinizing.
The other woman snorts into her bowl, "Well, he's really hairy--"
"Oh, yeah, god those legs, as thick as a carpet --"
"--don't want to choke on all that hair down there!"
"Might cough up a furball."
They both snigger silently while Kame's eyes goes all shifty, making his friend sitting across him get worried and kick him under the table. That hurt. He glared at said friend, then at his bare calves exposed by the plaid board shorts.
"He's still hot though."
Kame feels a little better though they aren't necessarily talking about him, of course. No, of course not. He's not the only hairy celebrity out there, is he?
By the time he goes back to talking about curveballs and homeruns, his friend is already looking at him like he'd grown a full beard in the span of a minute. He feels self-conscious.
Jin takes short, gasping breaths to calm himself down. His eyes are tightly shut as the occasional mewl escapes from his pursed lips. Kame's doing that thing he does when he flicks his tongue from side to side starting at the juncture of Jin's scrotum and cock. The motion travels the length until just about the peak. Up and down, up and down, Kame's tongue does the routine with much fervor, knowing too well that it's Jin's favorite trick. Kame's a damn tease and he's not about to deprive himself of Jin writhing in frustration at Kame's mouth not sucking him off yet. Jin's grip on his hair tightens and he's pulled closer to Jin's crotch, his nose flat against the inguinal area and his protests muffled by Jin's balls.
At such close proximity, Kame can appreciate something he hasn't even given any thought to before. The conversation he overheard at the ramen shop plays back in his mind. Other than the spattering of pubic hair just above his cock, Jin's nether regions are as magnificently hairless as a baby's. Kame admits to being just a bit envious, though he might be at an advantage because at least he doesn't have to worry about choking on all that keratin. Suddenly, he feels guilty at all those times he let Jin blow him. Oh boy, he should've known better.
Jin stills and quiets, looks at Kame in that bewildered way of his; confusion apparent as to why he isn't being sucked yet. That reminds Kame of where they were and what they were doing, so before Jin could bitch about him daydreaming at the worst possible time, he devours all of Jin's cock in one go. The inconvenience of trying not to gag when it hits the back of his throat is so worth it when Jin converts the whine he was about to unleash into a beastly and guttural moan.
All thoughts of body hair are forgotten as Kame becomes preoccupied with sucking Jin while trying something new with his tongue. He can only multi-task so much. He lets Jin undo his belt and pants push it downward. A hand sneaks into his boxers and palms his semi-hard cock. It kneads him to full hardness and makes him moan around the equally hard object in his mouth. Jin lies parallel to him, and draws warm spirals of saliva with his tongue on his lower abdomen that progress slowly towards his waistband. Kame's first reaction was to think, "Oh yeah, sixty-nine!" and then stops. He imagines Jin picking hair between his teeth.
"Oh shit, sixty-nine!" He doesn't realize he murderously says it under his breath until after it's already out.
"Huh? Well duh..." Jin mumbles amusedly while lazily pushing the boxers down.
Kame nimbly shifts their positions and pins Jin down before he could go any further.
"...the fuck?"
"Just can't wait anymore, that's all," Kame smirks with as much confidence as he can muster in his insecure state.
Jin's annoyed expression turns to one of pleasure. He smirks back, thinking of how fortunate he is to have a boyfriend as eager as Kame.
"Yeah? So horny, Kamenashi," He spreads his legs a little wider to give Kame enough room.
Kame lets out a relieved giggle as he positions himself in the space allotted to him. He coats himself with a generous amount of lube as Jin's ankles hook over his shoulders. Jin's legs have always been dainty and without the smattering of fine hair, it can put any woman's calves to shame. He sprinkles little kisses on both of the ankles and runs his hands over the smoothness of Jin's calves. One hand continues to run along the inner portion of Jin's leg, making Jin's cock twitch at the subtleness; while his other hand massages Jin's eager hole. That hand guides his cock to the spasming opening, teasing the rim with its hardness. He doesn't push in yet. Jin writhes from under him and lets out a whimper.
"Nnnngh. Nooooow," Jin demands.
But he's distracted by the tuft of hair above Jin's hardness. So downy and sparse, it looks. He caresses beyond Jin's inner thigh and slips his fingers under Jin's throbbing cock to feel the coarseness rustle between his fingertips. Unbeknownst to him, his other hand steers his leaking cock into tracing little circles over Jin's opening. He drives Jin into a cocktail of confusion and lust.
Jin arches, raring to have that hardness inside him, "I don't know what the hell you're waiting for. Shouldn't you be fucking me already?"
Kame is brought back from his daydream of having pubic hair similar to Jin's and pushes in before he reaches orgasm with that thought. He bites his lower lip and apologizes.
With their own accord, his hands splay over the area above Jin’s groin, inconspicuous in their position as Jin jerks himself off in time with his thrusts. His thumbs run along that the line of converging strands that run from Jin's navel and lead down to the more abundant smattering on Jin's crotch. He compares his and Jin's crotches, bumping and bringing them really close to each other for one second, before his hips automatically pull back. He cringes at the discrepancy but before he can wallow in envy, Jin's brings him down for a kiss, and all thoughts of wallowing in envy are quickly forgotten.
"Uhnn... There," Jin moans against his lips, and he knows where his target is. He takes Jin's erection his hand, now noticeably harder, and pumps as tightly as he can.
Jin squirts over his abdomen and into Kame's hand with a gasp and a low groan. Kame pulls out and strokes himself. Jin watches him with a satiated half-smile until he, too, comes over Jin's stomach. He takes a tissue from the nightstand and wipes Jin clean before collapsing onto his side of the bed.
Jin, perhaps in a half-slumber, spoons his side and creeps his hand between Kame's legs. He nuzzles Kame's neck and giggles softly, "So warm. So...fuzzy."
Kame whips his head to the side, his face adequately showing that he's offended and will give Jin hell for that because what exactly did he mean by fuzzy?.
But Jin is already fast asleep on his shoulder.
Kame begrudgingly gets out of his warm and sudsy bath. He hunches over his bathroom sink and surveys the thickening stubble on his jowls. To shave or not to shave, that is the question. He never pays any attention to how he looks when he doesn't need to go to work. Sometimes he's free for a couple of days, and during times like that the lack of physical maintenance accumulates and after a week he's looking like a cave man. His eyebrows are already growing out of their shaped perfection and it's only been two days. He glares at the little hairs invading his forehead; he'll have to visit the salon tomorrow. But before that there'll be fun times ahead since he's going over to Jin's place, so...
He resigns to reaching for his brand-new, ergonomic, easy to hold, and hypoallergenic electric shaver. One can never go wrong with Lamdash. The shaver buzzes silently and glides through his skin with ease, leaving a trail of smooth, hairless skin in its wake. In the midst of enjoying his more than satisfactory endorsement, he accidentally brushes over a skin exfoliant, knocking it over the edge of the counter. It lands on the floor with a dull thud. He tsks but nonetheless pauses in shaving and picks up the tube. The towel on his hips is loosened by the motion and it falls on the floor.
When he straightens back up, he sees the thick foliage on his groin in his reflection on the mirror. He's feeling insecure again, but then he notices the shaver still in his hand and the can of his now defunct shaving cream on his shelf. A light bulb switches on in his head and he wonders...
Their noses bump into each other as they lazily crash on the couch. Jin giggles against his mouth and he smiles at the warm huffs fanning his lips despite himself. They're both contentedly full after Jin's "instant ramen surprise" (which is really just three different flavors of instant ramen) and comfortably buzzed with the bottles of beer they managed to consume. Kame puckers his lips and gives Jin a small peck on the mouth.
Jin chuckles and straddles him, combs his long hair over his forehead and forces Kame's mouth open with his tongue. The kiss, which involved lots of tongue, stirred both their loins to life and it doesn't take long for Jin's mouth to head south.
Kame endulges in Jin's hyperactive tongue his smooth and supple jaw, his straining neck, his not-as-ticklish collarbones, and his thumping chest. Jin practically tore his shirt off to get to the tiny but oh so sensitive pink nipples. Jin liked sucking on those, Kame has noticed, but as much as Kame enjoys what Jin does to his nipples, he's much too excited to show Jin his very own "under the boxers surprise". So he pushes Jin's head lower until the wet tongue is teasing his flat stomach and nipping at his exposed waistband.
Jin pauses and looks up at him with that smug and knowing smile gracing his lips. Jin makes a show of running his tongue over his upper lip and smirks at the shudder the action elicited from Kame.
"They say dessert is bad for your health," Jin pops the button of Kame's jeans open and massages the prominent bulge under the flimsy fabric of the boxers. Kame bites back the snide remark forming in his mind about said "dessert" being more nutritious than the sodium overload Jin called "dinner" and settles for a snort.
He's more than with Jin's confusion after Jin yanks the waistband down and sees no sign of hair. Jin's brows furrow and he cocks his head to the side, that inquisitive-little-child look on his face. He pulls lower until Kame's completely exposed.
Jin's mouth forms a circle in amazement and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Kame is as hair-less as a newborn (and as hard as wood).
"W-whoah..." Jin blinks a couple of times. It may as well be an optical illusion.
But Kame nervously chuckles and asks, "Like it?"
Jin takes the hardness between Kame's legs in his hand and loosely pumps it. He still looks as astounded as ever, "You look bigger," but he catches himself, "I mean, not that you weren't before, You're just... huge like this."
Kame can feel the blush creeping up his cheeks and can't believe that it was that bad before. Seriously, he's been messing around with Jin for years and he has never felt the least bit self conscious. He scowls when Jin just keeps looking and caressing the now bald skin. He gets frustrated when Jin becomes like this (so KY he can go up against Taguchi for the King of KY title) especially when he went as far as spritzing his lower regions with after shave. Just for Jin. Boy did that sting.
"If you like it so much then you can start sucking it."
Jin is too stunned to give any semblance of a reply so he just does what Kame tells him to do and starts sucking, which, of course, he does not have any complaints against. This time Kame can enjoy Jin's tongue without worrying about Jin choking on pubic hair, and that is a reassuring thought to have.
When he comes Jin is there to lap up every drop (and this time Kame didn't have to worry about picking dried semen from out of the hair, too) and Jin looks up at him with lust-hazed eyes.
"I am so hard right now," Jin says.
And Kame knows he has to return the favor or else he'll feel like the worst boyfriend in history. Well, sucking Jin off isn't really something he'd be forced to do. In fact, he's more than happy to do that. Would even volunteer for it.
Jin thanks him by coming in his mouth. He gets to swallow, too.
They're sprawled out on the couch, almost falling asleep. Kame knows they ought to get into their pants at least or else they might catch a cold, but he just can't be arsed to get up. At some point Jin reached for the remote and turned on the tv; they stare at it without really watching. Kame has his arm hooked over Jin's shoulder and Jin is stuck to his side. He's breathing so evenly Kame thinks he's already asleep. That is, until his shoulders shake and Kame's too awake all of a sudden.
"Huh?"
Jin just keeps shaking.
"Hey," He pokes Jin on the shoulder.
Jin lets his laughter out.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing," Jin bites his fist to keep from laughing. When he finally recovers he asks, "Did you shave here?" He runs a finger across Kame's lower abdomen.
"Um. Obviously."
Jin has a hint of a giggle in his voice, "Why?"
Kame shrugs, suddenly really embarrassed again, "Just felt like it."
Jin lets it go. He knows when not to push Kame, especially if he wouldn't like to sleep in a cold and empty bed, "What did you use?"
"Er- Lamdash."
Jin's jaw drops, "Isn't that a bit...dangerous?"
"Huh? Um...Maybe?"
Jin cradles his balls and whispers in his ear, "We should find safer ways of hair removal for you...together."
He's all for safety, and since Jin is the M-er one of them, he lets his worries rest easy and allows that smirk to ride up his cheek, "That sounds real inviting."
---The End---