[100 kinks] 20. Strangulation
Title: 20. Strangulation
Pairing: Akame
Rating: R
Genre: vague smut
Warnings: asyphxiation
Disclaimer: I own nothing and nobody D8
'Red' Jin thought desperately, 'Oh please god, please, red.'
Kazuya's eyelids are fluttering. Pupils large, Jin can only assume the younger boys focus is slipping when his eyes start to roll upwards.
'Red. Kazuya, it's red.'
Jin likes to believe that Kazuya wants to say it. He has forgotten it, perhaps. He just can't get the words out; too far gone.
'
RED' Jin's mind screams, hoping that somehow his lover will hear.
Long fingers trembling, Jin gradually releases his grip. Kazuya's eyes snap down to meet his, the brief stare before they were nothing but flickering whites again enough to make Jin obediantly squeeze with renewed pressure.
'red red red red red'
So concerned with his lovers state of conciousness, Jin barely notices the small hand still shakily moving beneath him. Kazuya finds his release in uneven strokes, and it's nothing like Jin was expecting; he had been afraid, waiting for Kazuya to pass out, waiting for him to become violent or unconsolable.
Kazuya's eyes slip shut, nothing but a soft whimper passing his lips as he arches, rocking his hips until Jin's skin is rubbed raw by the friction of sweat slicked skin and loose kimono fabric.
Jin feels more than hears his pleasure, the throat his thumbs are finally releasing pressure on constricting beneath his touch.
Heat spatters both of their stomachs. Kazuya melts into the feeling, into Jin, dazedly curling against him. His lips finally part, soft gasps against Jin's skin and fraught nerves. Red, Jin, red..
"What's the point," Jin asks later, panicked tears run dry, Kazuya's neck now in a full bloom of bruises. "In having a safe word if you're not going to use it?"
Kazuya smiles. He runs a hand through Jin's hair, kisses his lips, the bridge of his nose and sore eyelids.
"Safe words are for when you need it to stop. You did good, baby.."
Pairing: Akame
Rating: R
Genre: vague smut
Warnings: asyphxiation
Disclaimer: I own nothing and nobody D8
'Red' Jin thought desperately, 'Oh please god, please, red.'
Kazuya's eyelids are fluttering. Pupils large, Jin can only assume the younger boys focus is slipping when his eyes start to roll upwards.
'Red. Kazuya, it's red.'
Jin likes to believe that Kazuya wants to say it. He has forgotten it, perhaps. He just can't get the words out; too far gone.
'
RED' Jin's mind screams, hoping that somehow his lover will hear.
Long fingers trembling, Jin gradually releases his grip. Kazuya's eyes snap down to meet his, the brief stare before they were nothing but flickering whites again enough to make Jin obediantly squeeze with renewed pressure.
'red red red red red'
So concerned with his lovers state of conciousness, Jin barely notices the small hand still shakily moving beneath him. Kazuya finds his release in uneven strokes, and it's nothing like Jin was expecting; he had been afraid, waiting for Kazuya to pass out, waiting for him to become violent or unconsolable.
Kazuya's eyes slip shut, nothing but a soft whimper passing his lips as he arches, rocking his hips until Jin's skin is rubbed raw by the friction of sweat slicked skin and loose kimono fabric.
Jin feels more than hears his pleasure, the throat his thumbs are finally releasing pressure on constricting beneath his touch.
Heat spatters both of their stomachs. Kazuya melts into the feeling, into Jin, dazedly curling against him. His lips finally part, soft gasps against Jin's skin and fraught nerves. Red, Jin, red..
"What's the point," Jin asks later, panicked tears run dry, Kazuya's neck now in a full bloom of bruises. "In having a safe word if you're not going to use it?"
Kazuya smiles. He runs a hand through Jin's hair, kisses his lips, the bridge of his nose and sore eyelids.
"Safe words are for when you need it to stop. You did good, baby.."