Kink bingo debut!
Kink: Shaving/depilation
Pairing: Akanishi Jin / Kamenashi Kazuya
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Underage! Jin's 17 and Kame's 15. But there's no porn so it's okay.
Notes: Beta this time was threewalls, and lovely supporters were ___clash and mirokkuma ♥
Summary: Kame helps Jin shave. Jin's hot with shame - and with might not be exactly shame.
Jin purses his lips into an annoyed pout and frowns at his reflection in the mirror. His hair is dyed a soft brown, and his bangs fall over his eyes and cover his creased forehead. Jin lifts a hand to his cheek and trails his fingers all the way down to his chin; there’s barely stubble enough to lightly tickle his fingertips. He pouts again. He’s already seventeen; he should be shaving every week and not letting his youngest bandmate show him how do it in a hotel room.
“This is humiliating,” Jin grumbles, but Kame simply swats Jin’s hands away to apply shaving cream to Jin’s cheeks himself.
“Oh, shut it. I wouldn’t have to do it if you didn’t take an eternity every time. We were late for breakfast last time you shaved.”
Jin blushes and looks down. The shaving cream is cool on his face, but he wonders if Kame can feel the heat of his flushed cheeks on his fingers. Kame’s hands are small and his fingers stubby, full of calluses and rough patches where the baseball bat rubs against his skin. They feel good on Jin’s cheeks, though, soft and careful as they gently massage down to his chin. It tickles a bit, but in a way that makes Jin blush darker and try to avoid Kame’s eyes at any cost, even when Kame finishes and washes his hands.
Jin flinches away as soon as Kame raises the safety razor, much to Jin’s further embarrassment and Kame’s irritation. Kame sighs and lowers the razor again.
“What’s wrong? I’ll cut you if you don’t keep still.”
“You’re fifteen,” Jin mumbles, and he’s pretty sure right now even the tips of his ears must be red, “and I’m two years older. I should be showing you how to do this, not the other way around!”
It only upsets Jin more when Kame laughs, even though he knows Kame’s not really mocking him. It’s just not fair that at fifteen Kame grows stubble in two days when at seventeen it takes well over a week for Jin to grow even the slightest shadow. It’s humiliating to think that Kame’s more of a man than him, when Jin’s taller and bigger and older, and then Jin stops thinking because Kame’s moving closer and he smells of cologne and aftershave.
“Don’t be silly,” Kame admonishes, “and now keep still.”
Jin tries his best to obey. He draws a sharp breath and closes his eyes, and everything’s Kame’s smell and Kame’s careful hand on his chin gently turning his head. He still shivers a bit with the first slide of the razor, but Kame makes a humming noise and Jin takes another deep breath and Kame’s closer than before now, warm and solid against Jin and that’s okay, that’s distracting. The razor’s blades barely catch on Jin’s soft stubble, and yet Jin’s painfully aware of the firm, confident strides of the razor, the occasional brush of Kame’s wrist and hand against his skin, and Kame’s sharp focused breaths and Kame’s lean body against his own tense one.
Kame leaves one hand on Jin’s chin to turn his face to one side or the other. It’s ticklish around his earlobe, fast and confident across his cheeks, and when Kame carefully shaves above Jin’s upper lip, Jin unconsciously darts out his tongue to lick at it and pulls a face when he tastes the shaving cream. It makes Kame laugh, warm and close and breathy, and Jin shivers despite himself. He’s still tense, because even if Kame’s being careful and it feels mostly good, it feels too sharp around his lips and under his nose, and on his chin. When Kame lifts Jin’s face to shave his throat Jin whimpers nervously and Kame chides him, but the razor scrapes over his bobbing Adam’s apple and cuts the skin.
“Ouch!” Jin whines, immediately flinching away from Kame. “That hurts!”
“I told you to keep still,” Kame admonishes, and then Jin feels Kame’s thumb sliding over the cut. “There’s not even that much blood, you’re just a crybaby.”
“You’re just clumsy,” Jin grumbles with a pout, until Kame jabs his side and he squeaks instead. “And mean.”
“Be a man and suck it up, I’m almost done.”
Jin grumbles under his breath some more as the razor slides over his throat again, but despite the sting of the cut and the sharp feeling of the blade against his sensitive skin, it’s not completely bad. Maybe it has something to do with the closeness of Kame’s body and the way Kame’s warm breath falls on Jin’s collarbones and neck. Jin has his eyes closed, but he can almost see Kame slowly licking his lips like he does when he’s focused, pink tongue peeking between his gap-toothed smile in a way that makes him look like an adorable dork. It makes Jin smile like an idiot despite himself, and Kame jabs his side again.
“What are you thinking about, perv?”
“Nothing!” Jin squeaks, but Kame only laughs at him.
“Wash your face, I’m done already.”
The bright lights of the bathroom blinds Jin a bit when he opens his eyes again. Kame’s washing the razor under the faucet, but he moves aside to let Jin wash his face. The cold water helps to clear his mind and shake off the tingling feeling of Kame’s fingers on his face. Not for long, though, because it’s Kame who presses a towel to his cheeks, white and fluffy, and after the towel comes the aftershave. Kame’s hands cup Jin’s face and his thumbs slide across Jin’s cheeks, and Jin feels so hot he fears he’ll just burst into flames. Kame’s eyes are big and round and dark and set on Jin’s, bottomless and bewitching and Jin feels like he’s drowning.
The moment breaks as the aftershave stings on Jin’s cut. Kame’s hands leave him as soon as Jin hisses. Jin turns towards the mirror to check the cut, but before he knows Kame’s pressing against his back, and when Jin turns around Kame presses him against the sink and Jin can’t move.
“Let me see that,” Kame mumbles, and Jin just gulps and squirms when Kame’s hands softly lift his head to look up.
Kame’s careful; his fingers barely brush the cut and even though it’s slightly painful, it makes Jin shiver in pleasure. He lets his eyes flutter closed for a moment, but he opens them again with a surprised gasp when after the hands come the lips, warm and wet and tender against his throat, and just the slightest flick of Kame’s tongue on the cut.
“Sorry about the cut,” Kame says when he pulls apart, and Jin gulps again and does his best to pull his old sleeping t-shirt over the bulge rising on his boxers.
“I think I need five more minutes to get ready.”
Pairing: Akanishi Jin / Kamenashi Kazuya
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Underage! Jin's 17 and Kame's 15. But there's no porn so it's okay.
Notes: Beta this time was threewalls, and lovely supporters were ___clash and mirokkuma ♥
Summary: Kame helps Jin shave. Jin's hot with shame - and with might not be exactly shame.
Jin purses his lips into an annoyed pout and frowns at his reflection in the mirror. His hair is dyed a soft brown, and his bangs fall over his eyes and cover his creased forehead. Jin lifts a hand to his cheek and trails his fingers all the way down to his chin; there’s barely stubble enough to lightly tickle his fingertips. He pouts again. He’s already seventeen; he should be shaving every week and not letting his youngest bandmate show him how do it in a hotel room.
“This is humiliating,” Jin grumbles, but Kame simply swats Jin’s hands away to apply shaving cream to Jin’s cheeks himself.
“Oh, shut it. I wouldn’t have to do it if you didn’t take an eternity every time. We were late for breakfast last time you shaved.”
Jin blushes and looks down. The shaving cream is cool on his face, but he wonders if Kame can feel the heat of his flushed cheeks on his fingers. Kame’s hands are small and his fingers stubby, full of calluses and rough patches where the baseball bat rubs against his skin. They feel good on Jin’s cheeks, though, soft and careful as they gently massage down to his chin. It tickles a bit, but in a way that makes Jin blush darker and try to avoid Kame’s eyes at any cost, even when Kame finishes and washes his hands.
Jin flinches away as soon as Kame raises the safety razor, much to Jin’s further embarrassment and Kame’s irritation. Kame sighs and lowers the razor again.
“What’s wrong? I’ll cut you if you don’t keep still.”
“You’re fifteen,” Jin mumbles, and he’s pretty sure right now even the tips of his ears must be red, “and I’m two years older. I should be showing you how to do this, not the other way around!”
It only upsets Jin more when Kame laughs, even though he knows Kame’s not really mocking him. It’s just not fair that at fifteen Kame grows stubble in two days when at seventeen it takes well over a week for Jin to grow even the slightest shadow. It’s humiliating to think that Kame’s more of a man than him, when Jin’s taller and bigger and older, and then Jin stops thinking because Kame’s moving closer and he smells of cologne and aftershave.
“Don’t be silly,” Kame admonishes, “and now keep still.”
Jin tries his best to obey. He draws a sharp breath and closes his eyes, and everything’s Kame’s smell and Kame’s careful hand on his chin gently turning his head. He still shivers a bit with the first slide of the razor, but Kame makes a humming noise and Jin takes another deep breath and Kame’s closer than before now, warm and solid against Jin and that’s okay, that’s distracting. The razor’s blades barely catch on Jin’s soft stubble, and yet Jin’s painfully aware of the firm, confident strides of the razor, the occasional brush of Kame’s wrist and hand against his skin, and Kame’s sharp focused breaths and Kame’s lean body against his own tense one.
Kame leaves one hand on Jin’s chin to turn his face to one side or the other. It’s ticklish around his earlobe, fast and confident across his cheeks, and when Kame carefully shaves above Jin’s upper lip, Jin unconsciously darts out his tongue to lick at it and pulls a face when he tastes the shaving cream. It makes Kame laugh, warm and close and breathy, and Jin shivers despite himself. He’s still tense, because even if Kame’s being careful and it feels mostly good, it feels too sharp around his lips and under his nose, and on his chin. When Kame lifts Jin’s face to shave his throat Jin whimpers nervously and Kame chides him, but the razor scrapes over his bobbing Adam’s apple and cuts the skin.
“Ouch!” Jin whines, immediately flinching away from Kame. “That hurts!”
“I told you to keep still,” Kame admonishes, and then Jin feels Kame’s thumb sliding over the cut. “There’s not even that much blood, you’re just a crybaby.”
“You’re just clumsy,” Jin grumbles with a pout, until Kame jabs his side and he squeaks instead. “And mean.”
“Be a man and suck it up, I’m almost done.”
Jin grumbles under his breath some more as the razor slides over his throat again, but despite the sting of the cut and the sharp feeling of the blade against his sensitive skin, it’s not completely bad. Maybe it has something to do with the closeness of Kame’s body and the way Kame’s warm breath falls on Jin’s collarbones and neck. Jin has his eyes closed, but he can almost see Kame slowly licking his lips like he does when he’s focused, pink tongue peeking between his gap-toothed smile in a way that makes him look like an adorable dork. It makes Jin smile like an idiot despite himself, and Kame jabs his side again.
“What are you thinking about, perv?”
“Nothing!” Jin squeaks, but Kame only laughs at him.
“Wash your face, I’m done already.”
The bright lights of the bathroom blinds Jin a bit when he opens his eyes again. Kame’s washing the razor under the faucet, but he moves aside to let Jin wash his face. The cold water helps to clear his mind and shake off the tingling feeling of Kame’s fingers on his face. Not for long, though, because it’s Kame who presses a towel to his cheeks, white and fluffy, and after the towel comes the aftershave. Kame’s hands cup Jin’s face and his thumbs slide across Jin’s cheeks, and Jin feels so hot he fears he’ll just burst into flames. Kame’s eyes are big and round and dark and set on Jin’s, bottomless and bewitching and Jin feels like he’s drowning.
The moment breaks as the aftershave stings on Jin’s cut. Kame’s hands leave him as soon as Jin hisses. Jin turns towards the mirror to check the cut, but before he knows Kame’s pressing against his back, and when Jin turns around Kame presses him against the sink and Jin can’t move.
“Let me see that,” Kame mumbles, and Jin just gulps and squirms when Kame’s hands softly lift his head to look up.
Kame’s careful; his fingers barely brush the cut and even though it’s slightly painful, it makes Jin shiver in pleasure. He lets his eyes flutter closed for a moment, but he opens them again with a surprised gasp when after the hands come the lips, warm and wet and tender against his throat, and just the slightest flick of Kame’s tongue on the cut.
“Sorry about the cut,” Kame says when he pulls apart, and Jin gulps again and does his best to pull his old sleeping t-shirt over the bulge rising on his boxers.
“I think I need five more minutes to get ready.”