[Kink table #13]
Title: Kink Table #13
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Kame's teeth? Biting.
A/N: My awesome beta was shuu_cream
Jin shuddered under Kame’s fingertips, and his lover repeated the gentle nibbling at Jin’s inner thigh, relishing in the tremors he could cause with such a simple gesture. His mouth moved higher and the tremors became a jolt when his teeth grazed right above Jin’s balls. The older man’s loud moan mixed with a hiss from Kame as Jin’s fingernails scraped between his shoulder blades in his urgency to draw him closer. The scratch became a soothing caress within moments, and Kame met Jin’s apologetic expression with a reassuring smile; even though Jin knew what was in store for him, he was always careful not to hurt Kame.
Jin’s stomach dipped when Kame breathed hotly over it, tensing in anticipation of his lover’s teeth sinking lightly into the soft flesh. Even after weight loss and working out, Jin was still a bit plump - just enough for Kame to tease him with naughty little bites on his soft tummy. His skin smelled of tropical flowers, because Jin was such a girl when it came to hygiene and beauty matters despite the way he often managed to look as though he hadn’t showered for a week in most of his public appearances.
Jin’s breath hitched when Kame added just enough pressure to cause pain, and Kame lapped at the reddened skin, his tongue trailing the dents left in wake of his teeth. Kame loved to see the marks on Jin - angry red against soft pink on the aggravated skin - and he loved that Jin, who had never been the greatest when it came to pain, let him have his way. He rewarded Jin with a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist when the man reached out to stroke his cheek. Jin smiled, though it gave way to a gasp when Kame bit playfully at his fingers.
Kame entertained himself with Jin’s sensitive nipples for a while, until Jin’s whines sounded more pained than pleasured. Blowing cool air on them seemed to sooth the sting, and the slightest graze of teeth over a ticklish collarbone soon replaced Jin’s pout with a squeak. Kame grinned mischievously as Jin pulled him up for a kiss with an annoyed grunt. He swept his tongue hungrily over Jin’s lips, immediately taking control of the heated kiss. Kame caught Jin’s tongue between his teeth and pulled gently, a mere taste of what was to come.
Jin’s lower lip was red and swollen from the kiss, glistening with saliva and trembling ever so slightly as he drew heavy breaths. It looked ripe and plump; Kame’s real prize. He leaned in to kiss Jin again, dragging his teeth over Jin’s soft lower lip before catching it between his teeth and biting down. Most of all Kame loved to feel the skin give way and tear under his teeth, and that first sharp tang of blood on his tongue. He loved to feel Jin flinch under his body, and his moans that were half-pain, half-lust, and the way his teeth lightly brushed the wound the next time he grazed them over the swollen lip in a kiss.
Later Jin would whine about it if the wound stung when he ate or drank, or he had to wear patches over them to conceal the marks in public appearances; he would demand Kame kissed him to make it better, but for now he just stared at Kame as the man leaned back to watch blood welling in the small cut.
“I love you,” Kame said, and Jin just sighed in resignation and rolled his eyes when Kame leaned in to lick away the bloody ruby on his wounded lip.
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Kame's teeth? Biting.
A/N: My awesome beta was shuu_cream
Jin shuddered under Kame’s fingertips, and his lover repeated the gentle nibbling at Jin’s inner thigh, relishing in the tremors he could cause with such a simple gesture. His mouth moved higher and the tremors became a jolt when his teeth grazed right above Jin’s balls. The older man’s loud moan mixed with a hiss from Kame as Jin’s fingernails scraped between his shoulder blades in his urgency to draw him closer. The scratch became a soothing caress within moments, and Kame met Jin’s apologetic expression with a reassuring smile; even though Jin knew what was in store for him, he was always careful not to hurt Kame.
Jin’s stomach dipped when Kame breathed hotly over it, tensing in anticipation of his lover’s teeth sinking lightly into the soft flesh. Even after weight loss and working out, Jin was still a bit plump - just enough for Kame to tease him with naughty little bites on his soft tummy. His skin smelled of tropical flowers, because Jin was such a girl when it came to hygiene and beauty matters despite the way he often managed to look as though he hadn’t showered for a week in most of his public appearances.
Jin’s breath hitched when Kame added just enough pressure to cause pain, and Kame lapped at the reddened skin, his tongue trailing the dents left in wake of his teeth. Kame loved to see the marks on Jin - angry red against soft pink on the aggravated skin - and he loved that Jin, who had never been the greatest when it came to pain, let him have his way. He rewarded Jin with a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist when the man reached out to stroke his cheek. Jin smiled, though it gave way to a gasp when Kame bit playfully at his fingers.
Kame entertained himself with Jin’s sensitive nipples for a while, until Jin’s whines sounded more pained than pleasured. Blowing cool air on them seemed to sooth the sting, and the slightest graze of teeth over a ticklish collarbone soon replaced Jin’s pout with a squeak. Kame grinned mischievously as Jin pulled him up for a kiss with an annoyed grunt. He swept his tongue hungrily over Jin’s lips, immediately taking control of the heated kiss. Kame caught Jin’s tongue between his teeth and pulled gently, a mere taste of what was to come.
Jin’s lower lip was red and swollen from the kiss, glistening with saliva and trembling ever so slightly as he drew heavy breaths. It looked ripe and plump; Kame’s real prize. He leaned in to kiss Jin again, dragging his teeth over Jin’s soft lower lip before catching it between his teeth and biting down. Most of all Kame loved to feel the skin give way and tear under his teeth, and that first sharp tang of blood on his tongue. He loved to feel Jin flinch under his body, and his moans that were half-pain, half-lust, and the way his teeth lightly brushed the wound the next time he grazed them over the swollen lip in a kiss.
Later Jin would whine about it if the wound stung when he ate or drank, or he had to wear patches over them to conceal the marks in public appearances; he would demand Kame kissed him to make it better, but for now he just stared at Kame as the man leaned back to watch blood welling in the small cut.
“I love you,” Kame said, and Jin just sighed in resignation and rolled his eyes when Kame leaned in to lick away the bloody ruby on his wounded lip.