[akame] Feel Me, One-Shot
Title: Feel Me
Author: atax0ph0bic
Fandom: JE, KAT-TUN
Pairing: Akame, Pin, a smidgen of RyoShige
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Not work safe. Multiple mentions of explicit sex. Improper language use. Angry!Kame…
Disclaimer: Does it look like I’m the heir to the JE fortune? Nope, not happening.
Summary: Sequel to Body Language. AU. Kame doesn’t show up to their meeting place the next night, leaving a distraught Jin to console himself by taking an interest in an enticing new pole dancer named Pi. 3110 Words.
A/N: This is kind of Jin-centric, but only because it focuses a lot on his thoughts during each situation he’s in. I think I made him overthink in this fic, but it doesn’t hurt the overall presentation of this one-shot. Dedicated to rampantapathy who is the godmother of all my fics from here on out and amairo_parasol who is one of the best sources of inspiration out there. :D
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Jin leans back against the wall, stroking his hardening length. Images of Kame, deep in ecstasy, flood his mind-Kame arching backwards, the ends of his damp hair teasing the nape of his neck; Kame furrowing his eyebrows as he fills himself with Jin’s cock the first time; Kame moaning aloud over and over again as he digs his fingers into Jin’s back; Kame panting, concentrating hard on the pleasure as he begs Jin to move faster.
Jin grunts, quickening his pace.
Kame’s musical voice penetrating the walls has he reaches his peak…Kame’s soft, milky skin…his tight body that just barely fits Jin’s length…his beautiful narrow hips…his captivating scent…
His movements become frantic now, as he is desperate to reach the pinnacle of pleasure. How Jin wants to meet the other man again, to touch his body and suckle his nipples as Jin teases his erection. How badly Jin wants to ram into the other man over and over again until he can no longer move.
With one last stroke, Jin moans as quietly as he can manage, feeling his seed spill into the palm of his hand. He tries to catch his breath, relaxing as he slowly slides down the wall. The constant presence of Kame in his mind is driving Jin crazy. If only he could ditch the rest of work so he could go and see him now-but no, that’s useless. Kame left no number, no way to contact him.
Jin sighs, disgruntled. The only thing he can bet on is seeing the other man tonight at the club again, he decides as he looks up at the light bulb above him. Oh, the things he plans to do to him as soon as he sees him again-
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THE TOILET FOR SO LONG, AKANISHI?!” Koki breaks his reverie. Jin jumps in surprise, hitting his head on a water pipe in the process.
“Damn!” Jin nearly shouts as he stumbles his way to the sink, scrubbing his hands dizzily before opening the bathroom door to a glaring group of coworkers. “I need to pee like a fucking racehorse, you asshole!” Koki yells before slamming the bathroom door behind him. Taguchi, who is last in line, pats his shoulder sympathetically. “Was it diarrhea?” he asks, curious. “You probably ate too much for lunch again?”
Jin shrugs, muttering a few apologies. He slowly makes his way back down the hallway to his cubicle, trying his best not to show the bump, which is sure to be the size of a golf ball by now. He really needs a drink right now, having to deal with all these moody coworkers and lousy acquaintances all the time. Still pondering his frustrations, Jin passes by his boss’s office and notices that the door is slightly ajar with some sounds of shuffling escaping its confines. Curious, he pokes his head through-and instantly regrets his impulsive decision.
His coworker Ryo and the boss’s assistant, Shige, are thrusting against each other frantically. Piles of papers are askew, and Ryo is digging into the nape of the younger man’s neck, causing him to buck even more wildly into his groin. Both the men’s pants are swimming in a pile beneath them, and their shirts are unbuckled and wrinkled. Just as Ryo is about to tug Shige’s underpants off and lift him against the bookshelf they are nearing, Jin decides that it is time to interrupt this forbidden moment.
“Ahem.”
The couple starts and warily looks at the intruder, Ryo glaring when he discovers that it’s Jin. Shige, who blushes a deep red for being discovered, hurriedly pulls his clothes back together and rushes about the room, trying to put things back in order.
“I don’t think it’s the best idea to have sex in the boss’s office, especially with the door open,” Jin mocks, jealously seething conspicuously beneath his preachy tone.
Ryo scoffs and slowly brings his clothes back to order. “You’re just upset that I have a lover and you don’t even know the number of this stranger you had a one night stand with.”
Jin’s eyes widen. Ryo pushed just the right buttons, apparently. Jin inches closer to the shorter man, ready to smack him upside the head, when Shige forces out a cough. The other two turn to look at the young assistant, who is already making his way out the door.
“W-well, um, I’m going to go check if Takizawa-san is done with his meeting,” he says awkwardly before shuffling out the door. Ryo makes use of the opportunity and punches the distracted Jin in the arm, who yelps in surprise.
“Thanks a lot for messing up the moment, you jackass,” he says bitterly, before stalking back to his cubicle. Jin rubs his arm, trying to lessen the pain of the newly flowering bruise. This is not his day, Jin decides. A bump on the head and a bruise on the arm; how is he to look presentable later that night? He lets out a string of curses before making his way to the break room in order to ice his two injuries.
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Jin’s eyes are glued to the clock across the room as he attempts to pile his folders and sheets neatly on his desk. Only five minutes to go before 6 p.m., and then he could leave this godforsaken place and find Kame again. Takizawa-san has announced that Jin would be heading several new projects, which practically ensures that he would be moving up a position in the next couple of months. Jin’s career is excelling at a rate only few could hope for, but he knows that this also means that he is going to be cursed with being responsible for all the projects’ missteps and issues, which means more restless nights, which means less hope of escaping his useless coworkers. He sighs, anticipating the upcoming joys in his career.
Rubbing his forehead, Jin breathes a sigh of relief when he learns that the bump is gone. In the midst of his contemplations, he notices out of the corner of his eye a couple of new female employees giggling annoyingly and openly eyeing his ass. A couple of gold diggers, he thinks. Jin cannot help but sigh even louder and ruffle his hair. He looks at the clock yet again and, discovering that it is indeed time to leave, grabs his wallet and rushes out the office doors. It’s about time he had that drink he’d been craving all day.
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Jin is at the same barstool, drinking the same vodka cola he’d been drinking the night before. His tense aura is the same as it was the night before, before he’d caught site of Kame. But the crowd is different, it seems. The atmosphere seems sultrier than it was the night before; the audience seems to be more mature than it was the previous night. And Kame has yet to show up, even though it is already well past eleven o’clock. And Jin is already on his seventh glass. Digging back on his memory, Jin struggles to remember the time he came to the club before…was it not 9 p.m.? He knew that they had left for his car around 10:30…and in that note, Kame didn’t say anything pertaining to time, and so he’d been here since seven o’clock, after rushing home to shower. Then why hasn’t the other man shown up yet…? Jin comes to a realization.
Kame is ditching him tonight.
The unbelievable sex they had night before, the wondrous kiss they had shared-that didn’t mean anything to the other man. That note was probably only a joke to him. Jin’s eyes harden at the prospect, and he feels like a complete and utter fool for falling so hard for this…stranger. He mentally berates himself for never even considering the thought that he was being strung along when his thoughts are disrupted by a sudden applause and deafening wolf calls.
Jin looks up, confused. On the stage, where a DJ was only moments before was a scantily clad man who is moving across the stage in a cocky manner. “What the hell…?” He says under his breath, before a few signs above his head capture his eye. Jin looks up at one of the glowing signs. “After 12: Exotic Pole Dancers!!” it reads in an obnoxious neon orange glow. Damn, Jin thinks. This day is just getting better and better.
Jin gets up to leave-but the exotic dancer’s sudden change in clothing catches his eye. His mesh shirt has been thrown into the arms of the excited crowd, his black leather shorts splayed across the stage’s floor. With only a thin piece of cloth covering his dick, the dancer makes his way to a shiny silver pole that has been placed in the middle of the stage. Jin moves closer to take a look, unable to keep himself from appreciating the view. The man is extremely attractive, his facial features something a model would be envious of. With arms any guys would die to have as well as a pleasing abdomen, the man’s only downfall is his abnormally large chest.
Jin sucks in a breath when the man faces the pole and rubs up against it, much to the pleasure of the excited crowd. Cat calls could be heard throughout the room as the man leans his back against it, sliding down teasingly before grabbing the pole to bring himself back up, making sure to thrust his groin in the air first before lifting his torso back up. He spins around the pole slowly several times and kisses the pole like he would a lover before dancing seductively with the pole as his support.
Jin watches in awe, taking only slight notice of his own body reacting to the enticing show. He licks his lips in anticipation and moves closer to the stage, only stopping short when the dancer makes eye contact with him and winks before moving closer to the edge and dances seductively to an unknown song. He begins teasing the waistband of his underwear, nearly pulling them off right when the song comes to an end, signaling the end of his performance.
Jin lets go of a breath he did not know he was holding, realizing that he is disappointed that it was not longer. He stares at the dancer for a while longer, appreciating his assets as the other smiles and bows, bending down-much to Jin’s pleasure-to retrieve the wads of cash that has been thrown on stage.
But then another dancer makes her way onstage. So Jin decides to make a quick pit stop before making his way home to mope alone.
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Jin doesn’t know how he just got himself into this situation. He just opened the door to the strangely empty restroom-and now he finds that he is pinned against it, and by the exotic dancer that was just on stage no less.
“How’d you enjoy my little show?” The other man asks, licking his lips before slowly rubbing his groin against Jin’s hardening cock. Jin can only let out a hesitant groan in response, surprised by his forwardness, though he assumes that it should be something to be expected of someone in this business.
“I’m Yamashita, by the way,” he almost sings in Jin’s ear with his amazing throaty voice. “You may call me Yamapi.”
Jin decides to take advantage of the situation. He leans in closer to Yamapi and says in his ear, “I’m Jin,” before reaching out to grab the other man’s ass. Things set off from there. In an instant, their lips crash together as they grab for each other’s pants hungrily. Jin’s pants are pulled down first, and every second, it’s as though the other man’s hands are roaming over another part of him. Yamapi reaches down for Jin’s throbbing cock and expertly begins to stroke it up and down, causing Jin to moan out loud in response.
“S-stall,” Jin manages out, and the other complies. They clumsily make their way through the stall door, and as they make it through, Jin manages his way to Yamapi’s exposed length and grabs it, causing the other man to pant heavily in pleasure and fall back against the side panel. The stall is smaller than expected. But that minor blip goes unnoticed as the two men continue to stroke each other in synchronized beats, the two of them coming closer to reaching their climax. Jin is so close-
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!” Kame’s voice reaches Jin’s ears, and he falls to the ground in surprise.
Kame’s angry eyes pierce through Jin, then he turns his attention to the dancer. “Well, we were kinda busy before you interrupted,” Yamapi nearly snaps, having been interrupted at his pinnacle.
Kame stares at the older man for several moments, and the other complies. Jin looks at the two of them, trying to decipher their internal battle. Suddenly, Kame drops to his knees and grabs Jin’s shoulders, pulling him to his face before planting a long, hard kiss on Jin’s lips. When they pull apart, Jin feels dazed. It was such a forceful kiss…something Kame hadn’t done before. And Jin thinks that maybe he likes it. A lot.
“He’s mine,” Kame growls. Yamapi looks at the two of them and smirks, amused.
“Well, I’m always up for a threesome,” he says, and inches towards Jin again. Kame snaps, obviously expecting another answer. So he punches Yamapi in the face. Hard. Yamapi stumbles back, and Kame yanks Jin’s arm, pulling his pants back on before tugging him out of the club’s doors. The younger man continues to yank Jin along until they reach his car.
“Your house. Now,” Kame says and gets into the passenger seat.
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Kame seats himself next to Jin on his couch, arms crossed grumpily. Jin is careful not to look at Kame too long in the eye, but he can’t help but take in his body’s features. Even though they’ve only had one night together, Jin can’t help but realize how much it feels like Kame’s body is made for him. While Yamapi was exciting, Jin knows that nothing compares to Kame’s moans when Jin fills him. But Kame is mad at the moment-
Kame is kissing him again, breaking his train of thought immediately. The kiss is slower this time, less forceful than the one that Kame had planted on him only moments before. They kiss and kiss again, and slowly Kame breaks free of his lips, leaving trails of kisses down his face and neck instead. Jin cannot help but moan aloud once Kame reaches his collarbones, his hips bucking slightly. Then Kame pulls apart completely and stares Jin in the eye in silence.
Jin decides to break the silence. “I thought you were just toying with me…why did it take you so long to come?”
Kame doesn’t answer the question. “So you are still interested in me?” He smiles tentatively.
Jin breaks out into a grin. “Of course! I’ve never felt so amazing with anyone before.”
The younger man’s tentative smile widens, his expression suddenly changing from nervous to calculating.
“Then you can’t have sex with ANYONE ELSE.” He yanks Jin’s rumpled shirt off a little too hard. “Only me from now on.”
Jin can only nod, taken aback by the other man’s change in disposition. He is about to make a comment-but moans aloud instead, falling into pleasure as Kame roughly handles his length with his hands as he sucks on Jin’s nipple. “K-Kame…” Jin groans as he tries to reach for the other man. But Kame stops him. And bites on his nipple. Hard.
“I’m in charge tonight,” he growls and pushes the shocked Jin until he is lying against the length of the couch. Kame sits himself on top of the older man and faces Jin’s throbbing length, leaning down to lick it. He takes the entirety in his mouth and begins bobbing up and down, using one hand to roughly fondle Jin’s balls. Jin can do nothing but squirm and moan in ecstasy, being weighed down by the younger man. He tries to grab Kame’s hips, but his efforts are in vain when Kame slaps his hands away with his free arm.
Then Kame begins to prepare himself. As he licks the length of Jin’s hard on, he slips in a finger, and then another, and then a third into his hole, pleasuring himself until he starts moaning on Jin’s cock, causing him to buck even more desperately.
Desperate to reach a climax himself, Kame turns around on Jin once again, and slowly drops down onto the other man’s cock, yelling out when Jin fills him up completely. Kame pushes himself up and down, using Jin’s chest as an anchor as he loses himself to the pleasure, moaning loudly and arching his head back as he reaches his climaxes.
“A-ah!” Kame grunts as he cums over Jin’s stomache, panting heavily as he collapses on him.
Jin takes the opportunity to flip Kame around so he’s on his knees and enters him roughly once again, stroking Kame until he is hard yet again. He enters Kame again and again, harder and more desperately with each turn.
“D-don’t stop,” Kame manages, his eyes closed as his senses are flooded with the pleasure. “More!”
Jin complies and pumps Kame’s length harder and speeding up until they both cum, Jin collapsing on Kame this time. They lie next to each other for the next few minutes panting heavily and staring at the ceiling.
“Be my lover, Kame,” Jin says suddenly.
Kame turns to face Jin. “Well, I thought my answer was already obvious when I told you not to sleep with anyone else,” Kame says, laughing. Jin’s face brightens up immediately.
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Jin hums happily as he separates many of the projects, trying to sort them before there are even more mistakes. Kame had actually left his number in another note on Jin’s mirror that morning. “Let’s meet at your place from now on,” it read, much to his excitement. “I don’t want you getting tempted by anyone else.”
The foolishly giggling females employees doesn’t even bother him today. Jin almost skips to the copier to bind some extra project copies together when Ryo stands next to him. “Hey, Bakanishi, your boyfriend’s waiting outside the door to take you to lunch,” he says extra loudly, winking.
The girls’ cries of disappointment could be heard throughout the building as Jin rushes out to meet his male lover.
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OWARI.
A/N: Okay, cheesy ending. lol I was tired of writing cuz it was 2 a.m. But I think it was fun~ This was a majorly dirty fic lol. I hope y’all enjoyed it, cuz it took me several hours to finish. :D MY LONGEST FIC TO DATE YAY~ Let me know what you think? And I know it took me two months to write the sequel, but I hope you enjoy? OKAY MUST SLEEP NOW. =____=
Author: atax0ph0bic
Fandom: JE, KAT-TUN
Pairing: Akame, Pin, a smidgen of RyoShige
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Not work safe. Multiple mentions of explicit sex. Improper language use. Angry!Kame…
Disclaimer: Does it look like I’m the heir to the JE fortune? Nope, not happening.
Summary: Sequel to Body Language. AU. Kame doesn’t show up to their meeting place the next night, leaving a distraught Jin to console himself by taking an interest in an enticing new pole dancer named Pi. 3110 Words.
A/N: This is kind of Jin-centric, but only because it focuses a lot on his thoughts during each situation he’s in. I think I made him overthink in this fic, but it doesn’t hurt the overall presentation of this one-shot. Dedicated to rampantapathy who is the godmother of all my fics from here on out and amairo_parasol who is one of the best sources of inspiration out there. :D
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Jin leans back against the wall, stroking his hardening length. Images of Kame, deep in ecstasy, flood his mind-Kame arching backwards, the ends of his damp hair teasing the nape of his neck; Kame furrowing his eyebrows as he fills himself with Jin’s cock the first time; Kame moaning aloud over and over again as he digs his fingers into Jin’s back; Kame panting, concentrating hard on the pleasure as he begs Jin to move faster.
Jin grunts, quickening his pace.
Kame’s musical voice penetrating the walls has he reaches his peak…Kame’s soft, milky skin…his tight body that just barely fits Jin’s length…his beautiful narrow hips…his captivating scent…
His movements become frantic now, as he is desperate to reach the pinnacle of pleasure. How Jin wants to meet the other man again, to touch his body and suckle his nipples as Jin teases his erection. How badly Jin wants to ram into the other man over and over again until he can no longer move.
With one last stroke, Jin moans as quietly as he can manage, feeling his seed spill into the palm of his hand. He tries to catch his breath, relaxing as he slowly slides down the wall. The constant presence of Kame in his mind is driving Jin crazy. If only he could ditch the rest of work so he could go and see him now-but no, that’s useless. Kame left no number, no way to contact him.
Jin sighs, disgruntled. The only thing he can bet on is seeing the other man tonight at the club again, he decides as he looks up at the light bulb above him. Oh, the things he plans to do to him as soon as he sees him again-
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THE TOILET FOR SO LONG, AKANISHI?!” Koki breaks his reverie. Jin jumps in surprise, hitting his head on a water pipe in the process.
“Damn!” Jin nearly shouts as he stumbles his way to the sink, scrubbing his hands dizzily before opening the bathroom door to a glaring group of coworkers. “I need to pee like a fucking racehorse, you asshole!” Koki yells before slamming the bathroom door behind him. Taguchi, who is last in line, pats his shoulder sympathetically. “Was it diarrhea?” he asks, curious. “You probably ate too much for lunch again?”
Jin shrugs, muttering a few apologies. He slowly makes his way back down the hallway to his cubicle, trying his best not to show the bump, which is sure to be the size of a golf ball by now. He really needs a drink right now, having to deal with all these moody coworkers and lousy acquaintances all the time. Still pondering his frustrations, Jin passes by his boss’s office and notices that the door is slightly ajar with some sounds of shuffling escaping its confines. Curious, he pokes his head through-and instantly regrets his impulsive decision.
His coworker Ryo and the boss’s assistant, Shige, are thrusting against each other frantically. Piles of papers are askew, and Ryo is digging into the nape of the younger man’s neck, causing him to buck even more wildly into his groin. Both the men’s pants are swimming in a pile beneath them, and their shirts are unbuckled and wrinkled. Just as Ryo is about to tug Shige’s underpants off and lift him against the bookshelf they are nearing, Jin decides that it is time to interrupt this forbidden moment.
“Ahem.”
The couple starts and warily looks at the intruder, Ryo glaring when he discovers that it’s Jin. Shige, who blushes a deep red for being discovered, hurriedly pulls his clothes back together and rushes about the room, trying to put things back in order.
“I don’t think it’s the best idea to have sex in the boss’s office, especially with the door open,” Jin mocks, jealously seething conspicuously beneath his preachy tone.
Ryo scoffs and slowly brings his clothes back to order. “You’re just upset that I have a lover and you don’t even know the number of this stranger you had a one night stand with.”
Jin’s eyes widen. Ryo pushed just the right buttons, apparently. Jin inches closer to the shorter man, ready to smack him upside the head, when Shige forces out a cough. The other two turn to look at the young assistant, who is already making his way out the door.
“W-well, um, I’m going to go check if Takizawa-san is done with his meeting,” he says awkwardly before shuffling out the door. Ryo makes use of the opportunity and punches the distracted Jin in the arm, who yelps in surprise.
“Thanks a lot for messing up the moment, you jackass,” he says bitterly, before stalking back to his cubicle. Jin rubs his arm, trying to lessen the pain of the newly flowering bruise. This is not his day, Jin decides. A bump on the head and a bruise on the arm; how is he to look presentable later that night? He lets out a string of curses before making his way to the break room in order to ice his two injuries.
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Jin’s eyes are glued to the clock across the room as he attempts to pile his folders and sheets neatly on his desk. Only five minutes to go before 6 p.m., and then he could leave this godforsaken place and find Kame again. Takizawa-san has announced that Jin would be heading several new projects, which practically ensures that he would be moving up a position in the next couple of months. Jin’s career is excelling at a rate only few could hope for, but he knows that this also means that he is going to be cursed with being responsible for all the projects’ missteps and issues, which means more restless nights, which means less hope of escaping his useless coworkers. He sighs, anticipating the upcoming joys in his career.
Rubbing his forehead, Jin breathes a sigh of relief when he learns that the bump is gone. In the midst of his contemplations, he notices out of the corner of his eye a couple of new female employees giggling annoyingly and openly eyeing his ass. A couple of gold diggers, he thinks. Jin cannot help but sigh even louder and ruffle his hair. He looks at the clock yet again and, discovering that it is indeed time to leave, grabs his wallet and rushes out the office doors. It’s about time he had that drink he’d been craving all day.
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Jin is at the same barstool, drinking the same vodka cola he’d been drinking the night before. His tense aura is the same as it was the night before, before he’d caught site of Kame. But the crowd is different, it seems. The atmosphere seems sultrier than it was the night before; the audience seems to be more mature than it was the previous night. And Kame has yet to show up, even though it is already well past eleven o’clock. And Jin is already on his seventh glass. Digging back on his memory, Jin struggles to remember the time he came to the club before…was it not 9 p.m.? He knew that they had left for his car around 10:30…and in that note, Kame didn’t say anything pertaining to time, and so he’d been here since seven o’clock, after rushing home to shower. Then why hasn’t the other man shown up yet…? Jin comes to a realization.
Kame is ditching him tonight.
The unbelievable sex they had night before, the wondrous kiss they had shared-that didn’t mean anything to the other man. That note was probably only a joke to him. Jin’s eyes harden at the prospect, and he feels like a complete and utter fool for falling so hard for this…stranger. He mentally berates himself for never even considering the thought that he was being strung along when his thoughts are disrupted by a sudden applause and deafening wolf calls.
Jin looks up, confused. On the stage, where a DJ was only moments before was a scantily clad man who is moving across the stage in a cocky manner. “What the hell…?” He says under his breath, before a few signs above his head capture his eye. Jin looks up at one of the glowing signs. “After 12: Exotic Pole Dancers!!” it reads in an obnoxious neon orange glow. Damn, Jin thinks. This day is just getting better and better.
Jin gets up to leave-but the exotic dancer’s sudden change in clothing catches his eye. His mesh shirt has been thrown into the arms of the excited crowd, his black leather shorts splayed across the stage’s floor. With only a thin piece of cloth covering his dick, the dancer makes his way to a shiny silver pole that has been placed in the middle of the stage. Jin moves closer to take a look, unable to keep himself from appreciating the view. The man is extremely attractive, his facial features something a model would be envious of. With arms any guys would die to have as well as a pleasing abdomen, the man’s only downfall is his abnormally large chest.
Jin sucks in a breath when the man faces the pole and rubs up against it, much to the pleasure of the excited crowd. Cat calls could be heard throughout the room as the man leans his back against it, sliding down teasingly before grabbing the pole to bring himself back up, making sure to thrust his groin in the air first before lifting his torso back up. He spins around the pole slowly several times and kisses the pole like he would a lover before dancing seductively with the pole as his support.
Jin watches in awe, taking only slight notice of his own body reacting to the enticing show. He licks his lips in anticipation and moves closer to the stage, only stopping short when the dancer makes eye contact with him and winks before moving closer to the edge and dances seductively to an unknown song. He begins teasing the waistband of his underwear, nearly pulling them off right when the song comes to an end, signaling the end of his performance.
Jin lets go of a breath he did not know he was holding, realizing that he is disappointed that it was not longer. He stares at the dancer for a while longer, appreciating his assets as the other smiles and bows, bending down-much to Jin’s pleasure-to retrieve the wads of cash that has been thrown on stage.
But then another dancer makes her way onstage. So Jin decides to make a quick pit stop before making his way home to mope alone.
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Jin doesn’t know how he just got himself into this situation. He just opened the door to the strangely empty restroom-and now he finds that he is pinned against it, and by the exotic dancer that was just on stage no less.
“How’d you enjoy my little show?” The other man asks, licking his lips before slowly rubbing his groin against Jin’s hardening cock. Jin can only let out a hesitant groan in response, surprised by his forwardness, though he assumes that it should be something to be expected of someone in this business.
“I’m Yamashita, by the way,” he almost sings in Jin’s ear with his amazing throaty voice. “You may call me Yamapi.”
Jin decides to take advantage of the situation. He leans in closer to Yamapi and says in his ear, “I’m Jin,” before reaching out to grab the other man’s ass. Things set off from there. In an instant, their lips crash together as they grab for each other’s pants hungrily. Jin’s pants are pulled down first, and every second, it’s as though the other man’s hands are roaming over another part of him. Yamapi reaches down for Jin’s throbbing cock and expertly begins to stroke it up and down, causing Jin to moan out loud in response.
“S-stall,” Jin manages out, and the other complies. They clumsily make their way through the stall door, and as they make it through, Jin manages his way to Yamapi’s exposed length and grabs it, causing the other man to pant heavily in pleasure and fall back against the side panel. The stall is smaller than expected. But that minor blip goes unnoticed as the two men continue to stroke each other in synchronized beats, the two of them coming closer to reaching their climax. Jin is so close-
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!” Kame’s voice reaches Jin’s ears, and he falls to the ground in surprise.
Kame’s angry eyes pierce through Jin, then he turns his attention to the dancer. “Well, we were kinda busy before you interrupted,” Yamapi nearly snaps, having been interrupted at his pinnacle.
Kame stares at the older man for several moments, and the other complies. Jin looks at the two of them, trying to decipher their internal battle. Suddenly, Kame drops to his knees and grabs Jin’s shoulders, pulling him to his face before planting a long, hard kiss on Jin’s lips. When they pull apart, Jin feels dazed. It was such a forceful kiss…something Kame hadn’t done before. And Jin thinks that maybe he likes it. A lot.
“He’s mine,” Kame growls. Yamapi looks at the two of them and smirks, amused.
“Well, I’m always up for a threesome,” he says, and inches towards Jin again. Kame snaps, obviously expecting another answer. So he punches Yamapi in the face. Hard. Yamapi stumbles back, and Kame yanks Jin’s arm, pulling his pants back on before tugging him out of the club’s doors. The younger man continues to yank Jin along until they reach his car.
“Your house. Now,” Kame says and gets into the passenger seat.
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Kame seats himself next to Jin on his couch, arms crossed grumpily. Jin is careful not to look at Kame too long in the eye, but he can’t help but take in his body’s features. Even though they’ve only had one night together, Jin can’t help but realize how much it feels like Kame’s body is made for him. While Yamapi was exciting, Jin knows that nothing compares to Kame’s moans when Jin fills him. But Kame is mad at the moment-
Kame is kissing him again, breaking his train of thought immediately. The kiss is slower this time, less forceful than the one that Kame had planted on him only moments before. They kiss and kiss again, and slowly Kame breaks free of his lips, leaving trails of kisses down his face and neck instead. Jin cannot help but moan aloud once Kame reaches his collarbones, his hips bucking slightly. Then Kame pulls apart completely and stares Jin in the eye in silence.
Jin decides to break the silence. “I thought you were just toying with me…why did it take you so long to come?”
Kame doesn’t answer the question. “So you are still interested in me?” He smiles tentatively.
Jin breaks out into a grin. “Of course! I’ve never felt so amazing with anyone before.”
The younger man’s tentative smile widens, his expression suddenly changing from nervous to calculating.
“Then you can’t have sex with ANYONE ELSE.” He yanks Jin’s rumpled shirt off a little too hard. “Only me from now on.”
Jin can only nod, taken aback by the other man’s change in disposition. He is about to make a comment-but moans aloud instead, falling into pleasure as Kame roughly handles his length with his hands as he sucks on Jin’s nipple. “K-Kame…” Jin groans as he tries to reach for the other man. But Kame stops him. And bites on his nipple. Hard.
“I’m in charge tonight,” he growls and pushes the shocked Jin until he is lying against the length of the couch. Kame sits himself on top of the older man and faces Jin’s throbbing length, leaning down to lick it. He takes the entirety in his mouth and begins bobbing up and down, using one hand to roughly fondle Jin’s balls. Jin can do nothing but squirm and moan in ecstasy, being weighed down by the younger man. He tries to grab Kame’s hips, but his efforts are in vain when Kame slaps his hands away with his free arm.
Then Kame begins to prepare himself. As he licks the length of Jin’s hard on, he slips in a finger, and then another, and then a third into his hole, pleasuring himself until he starts moaning on Jin’s cock, causing him to buck even more desperately.
Desperate to reach a climax himself, Kame turns around on Jin once again, and slowly drops down onto the other man’s cock, yelling out when Jin fills him up completely. Kame pushes himself up and down, using Jin’s chest as an anchor as he loses himself to the pleasure, moaning loudly and arching his head back as he reaches his climaxes.
“A-ah!” Kame grunts as he cums over Jin’s stomache, panting heavily as he collapses on him.
Jin takes the opportunity to flip Kame around so he’s on his knees and enters him roughly once again, stroking Kame until he is hard yet again. He enters Kame again and again, harder and more desperately with each turn.
“D-don’t stop,” Kame manages, his eyes closed as his senses are flooded with the pleasure. “More!”
Jin complies and pumps Kame’s length harder and speeding up until they both cum, Jin collapsing on Kame this time. They lie next to each other for the next few minutes panting heavily and staring at the ceiling.
“Be my lover, Kame,” Jin says suddenly.
Kame turns to face Jin. “Well, I thought my answer was already obvious when I told you not to sleep with anyone else,” Kame says, laughing. Jin’s face brightens up immediately.
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Jin hums happily as he separates many of the projects, trying to sort them before there are even more mistakes. Kame had actually left his number in another note on Jin’s mirror that morning. “Let’s meet at your place from now on,” it read, much to his excitement. “I don’t want you getting tempted by anyone else.”
The foolishly giggling females employees doesn’t even bother him today. Jin almost skips to the copier to bind some extra project copies together when Ryo stands next to him. “Hey, Bakanishi, your boyfriend’s waiting outside the door to take you to lunch,” he says extra loudly, winking.
The girls’ cries of disappointment could be heard throughout the building as Jin rushes out to meet his male lover.
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OWARI.
A/N: Okay, cheesy ending. lol I was tired of writing cuz it was 2 a.m. But I think it was fun~ This was a majorly dirty fic lol. I hope y’all enjoyed it, cuz it took me several hours to finish. :D MY LONGEST FIC TO DATE YAY~ Let me know what you think? And I know it took me two months to write the sequel, but I hope you enjoy? OKAY MUST SLEEP NOW. =____=