[Akame] [NC-17] Definition
Recipient: foreword
Title: Definition
Group/Pairing(s): Akame
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It kind of happens. And who turns down sex, anyway? Especially when it doesn't mean anything.
Warnings/Notes: Porn~~
Word Count: 01176
"This doesn't mean anything, right?" Kame asks, feels Jin's hands sliding into his hair and Jin's mouth on his neck. "I mean--" His breath hitches when Jin pulls at the roots, and he tilts his head back, hooks his thumbs into the waistband of Jin's dark jeans.
They'd gone out to eat after a late photoshoot. Ramen, of course. And somehow, ended up at Kame's apartment.
He supposes, vaguely, that he should mention that they also went drinking. But it's hard to remember that kind of thing when Jin's tongue is licking a line up his jaw and Jin's hands are moving to unbuckle his belt.
Besides, who turns down sex?
"This means--" Jin says, and his mouth covers Kame's, presses them together hard and desperate. He kisses vehemently, teeth nipping the corner of Kame's lips and he pushes the other into the mattress. Kame can feel Jin moan low in his throat, can feel Jin press a thigh between his legs as he pulls away to breathe.
"What's it mean?" Kame asks, and his eyes are wide.
"I don't know," Jin replies, and leans in again, fingers deftly undoing the buttons of Kame's jeans, hands hurrying to pull them down to his knees, ankles, tossing them aside.
Jin rolls his hips against Kame's and revels in the gasp he elicits from the other's throat, in the hands that bury themselves in his hair and pull him closer.
"More," Kame says, sounds dazed, and rolls his hips back up against Jin. "More," he gasps, and watches with anticipation as Jin removes his shirt, slides his body down Kame's until his face hovers above the other's length.
Jin's mouth is warm and wet and perfect. Jin has an oral fixation and Kame has never been so glad for it. Jin sucks hard and swirls his tongue around the head of Kame's cock. Kame bucks and Jin chokes but Kame doesn't care because Jin feels good.
And when Jin pulls away, looks up at Kame with half-lidded eyes and half-parted mouth, Kame has to beg him to use that pretty mouth of his again, to lean back down and tongue patterns over Kame's length.
Jin sits up, Kame thinks, right when he's about to come.
"Why?" Kame asks, watches Jin peel off his own jeans and then lie beside him. Kame shifts so that he's on his side and Jin presses their hips together, presses his lips against Kame's ear.
"Why?" Jin repeats, and his tongue traces the shell of Kame's ear. Kame shivers against him, breathes heavily into Jin's neck. "Because--" He moans deep, tilts his head back because one of Kame hands has found its way in between their bodies, thin fingers wrapping around Jin's cock and moving slowly.
"Because what?" Kame asks lazily, and he thumbs the slit at the tip.
"Because--" Jin breathes and feels Kame's lips on his neck, Kame's hand on his cock. "Because I like it when you--" Jin's breath hitches in his throat. "Do that," he hisses, and he runs his nails down Kame's arms, holds Kame's wrists and shifts so that Kame is on his back. Jin straddles his thighs. "Like," he says, and catches Kame's eyes. "When you ask me so nicely to do things--"
Kame bucks his hips and licks his lips. "Like what?" His hair is in his eyes.
"You know," Jin says, and leans forward so that their lips are too close, so that he can feel Kame's warm breath. "You know," he repeats, and shifts over Kame's body to search the nightstand drawer.
"That?" Kame asks, and Jin doesn't answer, just presses one finger inside of him and Kame shuts his eyes, tilts his head to the side and his breathing is heavy and labored and--that spot--
"This," Jin murmurs, adds a second finger and uses his free hand to tilt Kame's head so that their lips meet. And he loves kissing Kame because his lips are soft and because he gasps and moans, and Jin can hear the little noises, can feel the vibration low in Kame's throat.
He pushes his tongue into Kame's mouth--warm and soft and eager and Kame's hands bury themselves in his hair again and he feels nails against his scalp--
And that's when he pulls away, pulls away to breathe and his vision is fuzzy and he thinks Kame looks confuses. But Kame hooks his legs around Jin's waist, pulls him closer and Jin leans forward again, presses his mouth against Kame's forehead before he presses in--slowly--like--
"Jin--" Kame's hands are still in his hair and they're pulling Jin impossibly closer, crushing their bodies together. "Jin," he pleads, and rolls his hips before Jin presses all the way in, settles, and everything is silent except for their gasping breaths.
"What?" Jin asks, and moves, slightly. "What do you want?" His voice is a little raspy.
"Move," Kame says, and his head is tilted back and his neck is exposed and Jin can see the marks. "God, move," he says, and he lets out a low moan when Jin finally does.
Slowly.
"Like this?" Jin asks, and Kame is suddenly looking at him, eyes narrow and angry.
"Like you want to break the bed," Kame says, and tries to push against Jin.
Jin is a little bit irresponsible, sometimes lacks control. And he pushes--hard--almost violently and loves how Kame cries out loud, digs his nails into Jin's shoulder blades and pulls him close so he can latch his mouth onto Jin's neck. He licks and sucks and bites and Jin thrusts--harder--
"Harder--" Kame pants when he pulls away to breathe, and he moves a hand between them, wraps his fingers around his own length.
"Tight," Jin comments, and he crushes his lips against Kame, pushes in--harder--fas--
"Faster," Kame says, and Jin feels his nails leave imprints. He thinks there might be blood; there might be missing skin--
"I know," Jin breathes, and complies. "I know--" he repeats, and he knows when Kame reaches the edge, when Kame bites his lips hard enough to draw blood and there's that strangled noise deep in his throat, when Kame's nails dig deeper into his skip and Kame's legs tighten around his waist.
Jin joins him a few thrusts later, and they lay beside one another, limbs tangled in messy sheets.
"This doesn't mean anything, right?" Kame asks again, mumbles it. Jin looks over and his eyes are half-shut. Kame is on his side and he looks at Jin sleepily.
"Just good sex," Jin comments, and shifts so that he looks at Kame.
"Good," Kame says, and yawns. He stretches his limbs and moves closer to Jin, until their bodies touch.
"Not clean," Jin says intelligently. "Sticky. Sweaty." He moves to stand, to go to the bathroom and wash himself, but Kame stops him with a hand on his hipbone.
"It's okay," Kame says, and his eyes are closed. "Just stay," he breathes.
Jin complies.
Title: Definition
Group/Pairing(s): Akame
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It kind of happens. And who turns down sex, anyway? Especially when it doesn't mean anything.
Warnings/Notes: Porn~~
Word Count: 01176
"This doesn't mean anything, right?" Kame asks, feels Jin's hands sliding into his hair and Jin's mouth on his neck. "I mean--" His breath hitches when Jin pulls at the roots, and he tilts his head back, hooks his thumbs into the waistband of Jin's dark jeans.
They'd gone out to eat after a late photoshoot. Ramen, of course. And somehow, ended up at Kame's apartment.
He supposes, vaguely, that he should mention that they also went drinking. But it's hard to remember that kind of thing when Jin's tongue is licking a line up his jaw and Jin's hands are moving to unbuckle his belt.
Besides, who turns down sex?
"This means--" Jin says, and his mouth covers Kame's, presses them together hard and desperate. He kisses vehemently, teeth nipping the corner of Kame's lips and he pushes the other into the mattress. Kame can feel Jin moan low in his throat, can feel Jin press a thigh between his legs as he pulls away to breathe.
"What's it mean?" Kame asks, and his eyes are wide.
"I don't know," Jin replies, and leans in again, fingers deftly undoing the buttons of Kame's jeans, hands hurrying to pull them down to his knees, ankles, tossing them aside.
Jin rolls his hips against Kame's and revels in the gasp he elicits from the other's throat, in the hands that bury themselves in his hair and pull him closer.
"More," Kame says, sounds dazed, and rolls his hips back up against Jin. "More," he gasps, and watches with anticipation as Jin removes his shirt, slides his body down Kame's until his face hovers above the other's length.
Jin's mouth is warm and wet and perfect. Jin has an oral fixation and Kame has never been so glad for it. Jin sucks hard and swirls his tongue around the head of Kame's cock. Kame bucks and Jin chokes but Kame doesn't care because Jin feels good.
And when Jin pulls away, looks up at Kame with half-lidded eyes and half-parted mouth, Kame has to beg him to use that pretty mouth of his again, to lean back down and tongue patterns over Kame's length.
Jin sits up, Kame thinks, right when he's about to come.
"Why?" Kame asks, watches Jin peel off his own jeans and then lie beside him. Kame shifts so that he's on his side and Jin presses their hips together, presses his lips against Kame's ear.
"Why?" Jin repeats, and his tongue traces the shell of Kame's ear. Kame shivers against him, breathes heavily into Jin's neck. "Because--" He moans deep, tilts his head back because one of Kame hands has found its way in between their bodies, thin fingers wrapping around Jin's cock and moving slowly.
"Because what?" Kame asks lazily, and he thumbs the slit at the tip.
"Because--" Jin breathes and feels Kame's lips on his neck, Kame's hand on his cock. "Because I like it when you--" Jin's breath hitches in his throat. "Do that," he hisses, and he runs his nails down Kame's arms, holds Kame's wrists and shifts so that Kame is on his back. Jin straddles his thighs. "Like," he says, and catches Kame's eyes. "When you ask me so nicely to do things--"
Kame bucks his hips and licks his lips. "Like what?" His hair is in his eyes.
"You know," Jin says, and leans forward so that their lips are too close, so that he can feel Kame's warm breath. "You know," he repeats, and shifts over Kame's body to search the nightstand drawer.
"That?" Kame asks, and Jin doesn't answer, just presses one finger inside of him and Kame shuts his eyes, tilts his head to the side and his breathing is heavy and labored and--that spot--
"This," Jin murmurs, adds a second finger and uses his free hand to tilt Kame's head so that their lips meet. And he loves kissing Kame because his lips are soft and because he gasps and moans, and Jin can hear the little noises, can feel the vibration low in Kame's throat.
He pushes his tongue into Kame's mouth--warm and soft and eager and Kame's hands bury themselves in his hair again and he feels nails against his scalp--
And that's when he pulls away, pulls away to breathe and his vision is fuzzy and he thinks Kame looks confuses. But Kame hooks his legs around Jin's waist, pulls him closer and Jin leans forward again, presses his mouth against Kame's forehead before he presses in--slowly--like--
"Jin--" Kame's hands are still in his hair and they're pulling Jin impossibly closer, crushing their bodies together. "Jin," he pleads, and rolls his hips before Jin presses all the way in, settles, and everything is silent except for their gasping breaths.
"What?" Jin asks, and moves, slightly. "What do you want?" His voice is a little raspy.
"Move," Kame says, and his head is tilted back and his neck is exposed and Jin can see the marks. "God, move," he says, and he lets out a low moan when Jin finally does.
Slowly.
"Like this?" Jin asks, and Kame is suddenly looking at him, eyes narrow and angry.
"Like you want to break the bed," Kame says, and tries to push against Jin.
Jin is a little bit irresponsible, sometimes lacks control. And he pushes--hard--almost violently and loves how Kame cries out loud, digs his nails into Jin's shoulder blades and pulls him close so he can latch his mouth onto Jin's neck. He licks and sucks and bites and Jin thrusts--harder--
"Harder--" Kame pants when he pulls away to breathe, and he moves a hand between them, wraps his fingers around his own length.
"Tight," Jin comments, and he crushes his lips against Kame, pushes in--harder--fas--
"Faster," Kame says, and Jin feels his nails leave imprints. He thinks there might be blood; there might be missing skin--
"I know," Jin breathes, and complies. "I know--" he repeats, and he knows when Kame reaches the edge, when Kame bites his lips hard enough to draw blood and there's that strangled noise deep in his throat, when Kame's nails dig deeper into his skip and Kame's legs tighten around his waist.
Jin joins him a few thrusts later, and they lay beside one another, limbs tangled in messy sheets.
"This doesn't mean anything, right?" Kame asks again, mumbles it. Jin looks over and his eyes are half-shut. Kame is on his side and he looks at Jin sleepily.
"Just good sex," Jin comments, and shifts so that he looks at Kame.
"Good," Kame says, and yawns. He stretches his limbs and moves closer to Jin, until their bodies touch.
"Not clean," Jin says intelligently. "Sticky. Sweaty." He moves to stand, to go to the bathroom and wash himself, but Kame stops him with a hand on his hipbone.
"It's okay," Kame says, and his eyes are closed. "Just stay," he breathes.
Jin complies.