fic; control
Title: Control
Pairing: Ryo/Jin
Rating: NC-17 for gunplay
Prompt: Any sort as long as it's mostly safe. Dirty talk, domination, any order, RyoJin or JinRyo, I don't care. TRUST. Pls, not humiliation. A trusting relationship.
Author’s Note: 2336 words. For the jetrickortreat meme. Originally posted here.
Jin hissed as he’s pushed face first into a wall, hands grabbed and pinned behind his back. He struggled out of instinct but stopped when something cold and hard pressed into the small of his back.
“That’s right,” Ryo’s deep voice said into his ear. “Does this scare you?” He pushed on what Jin knew to be a gun against his back again.
“Fuck you,” Jin retorted and tried not to flinch when Ryo dug his nails into his wrists.
“You’d like to, wouldn’t you?” he questioned darkly, then gave a small, terrifying laugh. “But we’re not playing that way tonight.”
“Why not?” Jin replied, twisting to look at Ryo over his shoulder as much as he could. “You love it.”
Ryo shoved him, hard, into the wall and this time Jin couldn’t stop his wince, sucking air through his teeth. “Ah,” he said, “but you love this more, don’t you?”
Jin refused to answer, glared at Ryo over his shoulder, and then nearly fell on his ass when Ryo stepped back and pulled him around. Before Jin could snap at him for lack of finesse, the gun was pointed right at his head, pressed to his forehead and he found himself against the wall again. His eyes widened, staring up at the shining metal, while Ryo grinned evilly and trailed the gun down Jin’s cheek. Jin shuddered, even though he knew Ryo loved that, the fear in his eyes and the way he trembled.
“You know what I want, right?” Ryo said, gliding the gun toward Jin’s mouth.
Jin glared and turned his face away, balled his hands into fists at his sides. The urge to punch Ryo in the face was huge but Jin knew that the result would only be more severe for him. And he knew Ryo liked watching him get mad, watching him try to struggle and fight back. It turned him on, too.
His face was grabbed by Ryo’s calloused fingers, pulled to turn back and face him. Defiant, Jin narrowed his eyes at Ryo who merely pointed the gun back to his forehead. “I said you know what I want, don’t you?”
“Bite me,” Jin snapped back and Ryo smirked.
“If you really want,” Ryo replied and before Jin knew what was happening, Ryo’s mouth was on his.
Jin fought, pushing at Ryo and refusing to participate because it got them both off, the more real the situation, and sure enough as Ryo backed Jin up into the wall until it was painful, until they were flush together, Jin could feel Ryo’s arousal through his jeans, brushing up against his own. It usually took longer than this, but it’d been awhile and Jin needed this just as much as Ryo wanted it.
He jumped when he felt the gun move to his neck, trailing slowly down his arm, the cold metal making him shiver. Even if he knew they’d never actually use it, the fear was still there, grasping the very core of his body and making him hyper-aware of everywhere the gun moved. It was the only thing he could focus on, even if Ryo was trying hard to demand his attention, grinding against him as his kiss got fiercer.
But before Jin could let himself get into it, he’s grabbed by his hair and pushed down. He knew what Ryo wanted, but it didn’t stop him from trying to retaliate even a little, but then the cool barrel of the gun pressed against his temple and Jin stopped moving instantly.
“Get on your knees,” Ryo said in a dark voice and shot up and down Jin’s spine.
Jin slowly sunk to kneel before Ryo, hands coming to rest on his hips as he stared at the bulge in Ryo’s pants. Ryo pressed the gun harder against his head, silent instructions, and Jin reached for the buttons and zipper.
“Fuck, yes,” Ryo growled when Jin had a hand around him finally, stroking him firmly a few times until Ryo snapped, “Suck it.”
Jin shot him a dark look and Ryo pushed his hips forward in response. “So eager, Ryo-chan,” Jin mocked, swiping his thumb across the head and delighting in the quiet whimper Ryo failed to hide.
“Get the fuck on with it,” Ryo demanded. “And,” he continued, trailing the gun down Jin’s cheek again, “if you do anything but suck me off,” he pressed the barrel into Jin’s temple, hard, “well, you know what’ll happen.”
A tremor of fear rippled through Jin and he leaned forward to take Ryo past his lips. Ryo groaned, low from his throat, and bucked his hips into Jin’s mouth. Jin choked from the unexpectedness and then Ryo’s pulling back slightly, and he relaxed. Slowly, teasingly because he knew it drove Ryo crazy, Jin sucked him off, taking in as much as he could and compensating for the rest with his hand.
Jin moaned around Ryo’s cock as he felt his own arousal start to get unbearable. He reached his free hand down to take care of it, but Ryo’s grabbed it before it got far and when he pressed the gun against his head, Jin whimpered.
“Not yet,” was all Ryo said and Jin flicked his eyes up to look at him beneath his bangs. Ryo stared back, breathless; Jin knew he liked being able to see him like this.
He wasn’t sure what Ryo’s plans were for the night, whether he wanted to finish like this, or take it further. It’d been awhile, conflicting schedules getting in the way, and Jin wasn’t sure which way Ryo would go. He was usually impatient and this could be as far as they got, or he could only be warming up for a whole lot more.
Personally, Jin hoped for the latter, wondering if Ryo could read his desire in his eyes. It was hard to keep looking up at him though, so he dropped his gaze and focused on Ryo in his mouth. His jaw rippled with a dull, throbbing pain, and more often than not he winced when Ryo thrust a little too hard.
“God,” Ryo moaned, his free hand threading through Jin’s hair before trailing down his cheek and rubbing his thumb across Jin’s jaw. “So good.”
Jin responded by humming around him and Ryo visibly shook before he pushed his hips, his cock hitting the back of Jin’s throat.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Take it.”
Jin knew he was close, kept his mouth open, ignored the pain, and prepared himself for Ryo to come. But in the next moment, Ryo pulled away completely with a groan, looking a little like he hated himself for doing it, eyes dark as they stared down at Jin who was licking his lips, rubbing his jaw.
“Get up,” Ryo said, and he could barely keep the desperation out of his voice.
Jin obeyed, but only because this was what he wanted himself. Ryo pointed the gun toward the bed behind them and said, “Undress and lay down. If you touch yourself, well,” he stepped closer and pushed the tip of the gun under Jin’s chin, “you might regret it.”
Jin shivered, from Ryo’s voice, from the look in Ryo’s eyes, from the gun against his skin. He stepped away a few feet, leaving Ryo standing by the wall, and then slowly began to undress. He took his time because it was empowering, watching Ryo’s impatience and anger, and he was the one with the gun. Jin smirked as he popped each button his shirt slowly and slid it over his shoulders, letting it carelessly fall to floor around him. Ryo made a low growl in his chest when Jin worked on his jeans, stepping out of them and then his boxers.
Jin kept eye contact as he backed up to the bed and spread himself across it, breathing deeply as he waited for Ryo’s next instructions. But Ryo continued to just stand there, eyes drinking up Jin’s appearance, until Jin realized this was his payback, letting Jin lay there, naked, hard, and hot, with Ryo’s eyes on him, unable to touch himself. Jin glared at Ryo who gave him a smug look in return. He twisted against the sheets, looking away when he couldn’t stand Ryo’s gaze anymore, but he could still feel it on him, burning him up.
He nearly sighed with relief when he felt the bed dip and turned in time to see Ryo kneeling above him. “Asshole,” Jin muttered, but then sucked in a breath when Ryo pressed the gun to his forehead.
“What was that?” he questioned and Jin bit on his tongue to retort something else offensive. He was so hard now that he couldn’t stand it, knew that pissing Ryo off now would only delay in his gratification. When he didn’t answer, Ryo smirked and withdrew the gun. “That’s what I thought.”
He pulled back and then said in a deep voice, “Turn around.”
Jin shuddered and clambered up to his hands and knees, facing the wall before him as Ryo moved to kneel directly behind him. Before Jin could do anything else, he tensed at the feel of the gun against the back of his head. His fingers gripped the sheets and he swallowed thickly as the gun slowly made its way down, tracing his spine, cold against his heated skin, and his back arched out of instinct.
Ryo chuckled behind him and said, “What do you want?”
Jin groaned, furious and horribly turned on. “You know what I fucking want,” he hissed back, tired of the game, and jumping when cool metal slid between his ass.
“I do,” Ryo replied with an air of entitlement. “But I want to hear you say it. Beg for it.”
“Like I would,” Jin shot back, even though he knew it was the wrong answer. And when the gun was pressed to the nape of his neck with such force Jin was nearly being pushed face-forward into the pillows, he knew what he had to do to get Ryo to stop, get him to fucking touch him, anything.
But Jin wasn’t one to give in that easily and he muttered into the pillow, “I fucking hate you,” and flinched when the pressure increased.
“What was that?” Ryo questioned lightly and Jin really did hate him, hated how he was so in control right now despite wanting to get on with it just as much as Jin did. “I couldn’t hear you.”
“I hate you,” Jin hissed, louder, “and damn it, if you don’t fuck me, right now, I will, I will-”
“What, exactly?” Ryo asked and he trailed the gun up to the back of Jin’s head.
“Fuck, I don’t know,” Jin snapped. “Will you quit playing and do something?”
For a few seconds, silence rang throughout the room and Jin breathed heavily, wondering what Ryo had planned now. Then the gun lifted from his head and he sighed in relief as Ryo slid a hand down his back and laughed quietly.
“So eager, huh?” Ryo said and Jin wasn’t even interested in refuting. “Such a fucking slut.”
Jin just moaned when Ryo’s fingers brushed over sensitive skin and his heart leapt from his chest in excitement, anticipation, when he heard the familiar pop of a cap. Ryo’s fingers were back, stretching him open while the gun found a spot in the small of his back to press against, reminding him of Ryo’s power and dominance, like Jin would have been able to forget.
Jin pushed back against Ryo’s fingers when he found that spot, making Jin’s entire body shake with unbridled pleasure. Ryo just chuckled and pressed his fingers harder, deeper, until Jin was groaning for it, curling his fingers into the sheets as his hips rocked back instinctively.
“Ryo,” Jin gasped, “god, just fuck me, will you?”
Jin whimpered when Ryo removed his fingers and Ryo replied with a short chuckle, “You just had to ask.”
I have been asking was on the tip of Jin’s tongue but before he could say it, a moan overtakes him, pressing his forehead to a pillow as Ryo suddenly pushed in with a single, sharp thrust. Ryo groaned deeply behind him as his hips met flush against Jin and he stilled for a moment until Jin couldn’t take it anymore, needing more, needing Ryo to move right now. He pushed back until Ryo got the hint, pulling out and slamming back in, meeting Jin’s efforts until they established a fierce rhythm that had them both speeding toward the edge.
Jin didn’t care about endurance right now, just wanted to come, and could tell Ryo felt the same. Especially when a few minutes later Ryo pressed the gun to Jin’s neck and said, “Touch yourself.”
Jin was more than eager to obey, twisting enough to get a hand beneath him and wrap around his aching cock. He moaned in relief, eyes clenching shut as he found himself caught between the two pleasures, feeling Ryo hard inside him and the overpowering need to come as he stroked himself to match their pace. Ryo’s fingers dug into Jin’s hip as his rhythm increased and Jin knew neither of them was going to hold out much longer.
Then Ryo pressed the gun a little harder and said in a looming voice, “Come.”
Jin cried out as he came, following Ryo’s order and trembling from the unbearable ecstasy that ripped throughout his body. He collapsed onto the bed, unable to keep himself up, and barely focused on Ryo pounding into him just a few more times before he tensed and followed.
Groaning, Ryo pulled away and fell to the side beside Jin who squirmed and grabbed some tissues from the bed-side table to clean up with. Ryo handed Jin the gun and Jin took it and set it down on the tabletop and sighed with content.
“Freak,” Ryo said affectionately as his eyes closed and Jin just laughed, because he knew he wasn’t the only one.
Pairing: Ryo/Jin
Rating: NC-17 for gunplay
Prompt: Any sort as long as it's mostly safe. Dirty talk, domination, any order, RyoJin or JinRyo, I don't care. TRUST. Pls, not humiliation. A trusting relationship.
Author’s Note: 2336 words. For the jetrickortreat meme. Originally posted here.
Jin hissed as he’s pushed face first into a wall, hands grabbed and pinned behind his back. He struggled out of instinct but stopped when something cold and hard pressed into the small of his back.
“That’s right,” Ryo’s deep voice said into his ear. “Does this scare you?” He pushed on what Jin knew to be a gun against his back again.
“Fuck you,” Jin retorted and tried not to flinch when Ryo dug his nails into his wrists.
“You’d like to, wouldn’t you?” he questioned darkly, then gave a small, terrifying laugh. “But we’re not playing that way tonight.”
“Why not?” Jin replied, twisting to look at Ryo over his shoulder as much as he could. “You love it.”
Ryo shoved him, hard, into the wall and this time Jin couldn’t stop his wince, sucking air through his teeth. “Ah,” he said, “but you love this more, don’t you?”
Jin refused to answer, glared at Ryo over his shoulder, and then nearly fell on his ass when Ryo stepped back and pulled him around. Before Jin could snap at him for lack of finesse, the gun was pointed right at his head, pressed to his forehead and he found himself against the wall again. His eyes widened, staring up at the shining metal, while Ryo grinned evilly and trailed the gun down Jin’s cheek. Jin shuddered, even though he knew Ryo loved that, the fear in his eyes and the way he trembled.
“You know what I want, right?” Ryo said, gliding the gun toward Jin’s mouth.
Jin glared and turned his face away, balled his hands into fists at his sides. The urge to punch Ryo in the face was huge but Jin knew that the result would only be more severe for him. And he knew Ryo liked watching him get mad, watching him try to struggle and fight back. It turned him on, too.
His face was grabbed by Ryo’s calloused fingers, pulled to turn back and face him. Defiant, Jin narrowed his eyes at Ryo who merely pointed the gun back to his forehead. “I said you know what I want, don’t you?”
“Bite me,” Jin snapped back and Ryo smirked.
“If you really want,” Ryo replied and before Jin knew what was happening, Ryo’s mouth was on his.
Jin fought, pushing at Ryo and refusing to participate because it got them both off, the more real the situation, and sure enough as Ryo backed Jin up into the wall until it was painful, until they were flush together, Jin could feel Ryo’s arousal through his jeans, brushing up against his own. It usually took longer than this, but it’d been awhile and Jin needed this just as much as Ryo wanted it.
He jumped when he felt the gun move to his neck, trailing slowly down his arm, the cold metal making him shiver. Even if he knew they’d never actually use it, the fear was still there, grasping the very core of his body and making him hyper-aware of everywhere the gun moved. It was the only thing he could focus on, even if Ryo was trying hard to demand his attention, grinding against him as his kiss got fiercer.
But before Jin could let himself get into it, he’s grabbed by his hair and pushed down. He knew what Ryo wanted, but it didn’t stop him from trying to retaliate even a little, but then the cool barrel of the gun pressed against his temple and Jin stopped moving instantly.
“Get on your knees,” Ryo said in a dark voice and shot up and down Jin’s spine.
Jin slowly sunk to kneel before Ryo, hands coming to rest on his hips as he stared at the bulge in Ryo’s pants. Ryo pressed the gun harder against his head, silent instructions, and Jin reached for the buttons and zipper.
“Fuck, yes,” Ryo growled when Jin had a hand around him finally, stroking him firmly a few times until Ryo snapped, “Suck it.”
Jin shot him a dark look and Ryo pushed his hips forward in response. “So eager, Ryo-chan,” Jin mocked, swiping his thumb across the head and delighting in the quiet whimper Ryo failed to hide.
“Get the fuck on with it,” Ryo demanded. “And,” he continued, trailing the gun down Jin’s cheek again, “if you do anything but suck me off,” he pressed the barrel into Jin’s temple, hard, “well, you know what’ll happen.”
A tremor of fear rippled through Jin and he leaned forward to take Ryo past his lips. Ryo groaned, low from his throat, and bucked his hips into Jin’s mouth. Jin choked from the unexpectedness and then Ryo’s pulling back slightly, and he relaxed. Slowly, teasingly because he knew it drove Ryo crazy, Jin sucked him off, taking in as much as he could and compensating for the rest with his hand.
Jin moaned around Ryo’s cock as he felt his own arousal start to get unbearable. He reached his free hand down to take care of it, but Ryo’s grabbed it before it got far and when he pressed the gun against his head, Jin whimpered.
“Not yet,” was all Ryo said and Jin flicked his eyes up to look at him beneath his bangs. Ryo stared back, breathless; Jin knew he liked being able to see him like this.
He wasn’t sure what Ryo’s plans were for the night, whether he wanted to finish like this, or take it further. It’d been awhile, conflicting schedules getting in the way, and Jin wasn’t sure which way Ryo would go. He was usually impatient and this could be as far as they got, or he could only be warming up for a whole lot more.
Personally, Jin hoped for the latter, wondering if Ryo could read his desire in his eyes. It was hard to keep looking up at him though, so he dropped his gaze and focused on Ryo in his mouth. His jaw rippled with a dull, throbbing pain, and more often than not he winced when Ryo thrust a little too hard.
“God,” Ryo moaned, his free hand threading through Jin’s hair before trailing down his cheek and rubbing his thumb across Jin’s jaw. “So good.”
Jin responded by humming around him and Ryo visibly shook before he pushed his hips, his cock hitting the back of Jin’s throat.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Take it.”
Jin knew he was close, kept his mouth open, ignored the pain, and prepared himself for Ryo to come. But in the next moment, Ryo pulled away completely with a groan, looking a little like he hated himself for doing it, eyes dark as they stared down at Jin who was licking his lips, rubbing his jaw.
“Get up,” Ryo said, and he could barely keep the desperation out of his voice.
Jin obeyed, but only because this was what he wanted himself. Ryo pointed the gun toward the bed behind them and said, “Undress and lay down. If you touch yourself, well,” he stepped closer and pushed the tip of the gun under Jin’s chin, “you might regret it.”
Jin shivered, from Ryo’s voice, from the look in Ryo’s eyes, from the gun against his skin. He stepped away a few feet, leaving Ryo standing by the wall, and then slowly began to undress. He took his time because it was empowering, watching Ryo’s impatience and anger, and he was the one with the gun. Jin smirked as he popped each button his shirt slowly and slid it over his shoulders, letting it carelessly fall to floor around him. Ryo made a low growl in his chest when Jin worked on his jeans, stepping out of them and then his boxers.
Jin kept eye contact as he backed up to the bed and spread himself across it, breathing deeply as he waited for Ryo’s next instructions. But Ryo continued to just stand there, eyes drinking up Jin’s appearance, until Jin realized this was his payback, letting Jin lay there, naked, hard, and hot, with Ryo’s eyes on him, unable to touch himself. Jin glared at Ryo who gave him a smug look in return. He twisted against the sheets, looking away when he couldn’t stand Ryo’s gaze anymore, but he could still feel it on him, burning him up.
He nearly sighed with relief when he felt the bed dip and turned in time to see Ryo kneeling above him. “Asshole,” Jin muttered, but then sucked in a breath when Ryo pressed the gun to his forehead.
“What was that?” he questioned and Jin bit on his tongue to retort something else offensive. He was so hard now that he couldn’t stand it, knew that pissing Ryo off now would only delay in his gratification. When he didn’t answer, Ryo smirked and withdrew the gun. “That’s what I thought.”
He pulled back and then said in a deep voice, “Turn around.”
Jin shuddered and clambered up to his hands and knees, facing the wall before him as Ryo moved to kneel directly behind him. Before Jin could do anything else, he tensed at the feel of the gun against the back of his head. His fingers gripped the sheets and he swallowed thickly as the gun slowly made its way down, tracing his spine, cold against his heated skin, and his back arched out of instinct.
Ryo chuckled behind him and said, “What do you want?”
Jin groaned, furious and horribly turned on. “You know what I fucking want,” he hissed back, tired of the game, and jumping when cool metal slid between his ass.
“I do,” Ryo replied with an air of entitlement. “But I want to hear you say it. Beg for it.”
“Like I would,” Jin shot back, even though he knew it was the wrong answer. And when the gun was pressed to the nape of his neck with such force Jin was nearly being pushed face-forward into the pillows, he knew what he had to do to get Ryo to stop, get him to fucking touch him, anything.
But Jin wasn’t one to give in that easily and he muttered into the pillow, “I fucking hate you,” and flinched when the pressure increased.
“What was that?” Ryo questioned lightly and Jin really did hate him, hated how he was so in control right now despite wanting to get on with it just as much as Jin did. “I couldn’t hear you.”
“I hate you,” Jin hissed, louder, “and damn it, if you don’t fuck me, right now, I will, I will-”
“What, exactly?” Ryo asked and he trailed the gun up to the back of Jin’s head.
“Fuck, I don’t know,” Jin snapped. “Will you quit playing and do something?”
For a few seconds, silence rang throughout the room and Jin breathed heavily, wondering what Ryo had planned now. Then the gun lifted from his head and he sighed in relief as Ryo slid a hand down his back and laughed quietly.
“So eager, huh?” Ryo said and Jin wasn’t even interested in refuting. “Such a fucking slut.”
Jin just moaned when Ryo’s fingers brushed over sensitive skin and his heart leapt from his chest in excitement, anticipation, when he heard the familiar pop of a cap. Ryo’s fingers were back, stretching him open while the gun found a spot in the small of his back to press against, reminding him of Ryo’s power and dominance, like Jin would have been able to forget.
Jin pushed back against Ryo’s fingers when he found that spot, making Jin’s entire body shake with unbridled pleasure. Ryo just chuckled and pressed his fingers harder, deeper, until Jin was groaning for it, curling his fingers into the sheets as his hips rocked back instinctively.
“Ryo,” Jin gasped, “god, just fuck me, will you?”
Jin whimpered when Ryo removed his fingers and Ryo replied with a short chuckle, “You just had to ask.”
I have been asking was on the tip of Jin’s tongue but before he could say it, a moan overtakes him, pressing his forehead to a pillow as Ryo suddenly pushed in with a single, sharp thrust. Ryo groaned deeply behind him as his hips met flush against Jin and he stilled for a moment until Jin couldn’t take it anymore, needing more, needing Ryo to move right now. He pushed back until Ryo got the hint, pulling out and slamming back in, meeting Jin’s efforts until they established a fierce rhythm that had them both speeding toward the edge.
Jin didn’t care about endurance right now, just wanted to come, and could tell Ryo felt the same. Especially when a few minutes later Ryo pressed the gun to Jin’s neck and said, “Touch yourself.”
Jin was more than eager to obey, twisting enough to get a hand beneath him and wrap around his aching cock. He moaned in relief, eyes clenching shut as he found himself caught between the two pleasures, feeling Ryo hard inside him and the overpowering need to come as he stroked himself to match their pace. Ryo’s fingers dug into Jin’s hip as his rhythm increased and Jin knew neither of them was going to hold out much longer.
Then Ryo pressed the gun a little harder and said in a looming voice, “Come.”
Jin cried out as he came, following Ryo’s order and trembling from the unbearable ecstasy that ripped throughout his body. He collapsed onto the bed, unable to keep himself up, and barely focused on Ryo pounding into him just a few more times before he tensed and followed.
Groaning, Ryo pulled away and fell to the side beside Jin who squirmed and grabbed some tissues from the bed-side table to clean up with. Ryo handed Jin the gun and Jin took it and set it down on the tabletop and sighed with content.
“Freak,” Ryo said affectionately as his eyes closed and Jin just laughed, because he knew he wasn’t the only one.