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Title: What’s In a Name
Pairing: Akame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Beta: carboncastel
Disclaimer: They own each other!
Summary: Kame is annoyed that Jin woke him up in the middle of the night. What did the soloist have to say that was so important?
A/N: In light of the recent events in Japan, I have decided to postpone the Chapter 5 update of my multichapter fic, Maybe We’re Falling, to a more appropriate time, perhaps within a week or shorter, we shall see. In the mean time, this is what I have to offer. Enjoy!
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“Kame.”
Kamenashi Kazuya popped open an eye. He was annoyed.
He was annoyed because it was 2 in the morning and he was suddenly awake. He was annoyed because, even before that, Jin had practically worn him out from so many hours of love-making, trying out so many positions that made Kame’s muscles sore and tired. Well, not to say that Kame didn’t enjoy it. But he was annoyed all the same.
But, more than anything, as Jin’s cold hand snaked its way around Kame’s slender waist, Kame was annoyed that Jin called him “Kame.”
“What, Akanishi?”
The younger man’s thin lips curled into a vengeful smirk as he felt Jin’s hand tense over his stomach.
“Don’t call me ‘Akanishi,’” the soloist grunted, his warm breath on Kame’s nape.
“Whatever,” Kame snarled back sleepily. “What do you want?”
He regretted asking almost immediately. Jin’s hand slowly traveled downward, stopping at the smaller man’s navel and playfully touching it a little before descending to the spot just above where the shaft began. Jin smirked when he heard hitched breathing and felt muscles contract under his touch.
“Jin…” Kame said breathily, coming out as something between a whine and a moan.
“Kaaameee,” the other repeated in a soft sing-song tune, earning another irritated grunt.
Kame lifted his hand under the warm sheets and slapped Jin’s thigh.
“Ow!”
The slap didn’t hurt, but Jin pouted all the same. Kame rolled over to look at his lover, both eyes now open, but his vision still fuzzy. Jin’s hand then came to rest over Kame’s butt.
“Don’t call me ‘Kame.’”
“Why not?” the older man asked, lifting his head and planting a gentle, wet kiss on the other’s slightly parted lips.
“Same reason why you don’t like me calling you ‘Akanishi,’” Kame answered. As he did, he let his own hand grip lightly at Jin’s waist.
Jin responded by squeezing Kame’s butt a little, his one leg brushing up the smaller man’s before swinging it all the way over. Their groins touched, and Jin hissed at the sensation, confirming to himself that his weapon was ready once more.
Kame inhaled deeply, his lips touching Jin’s bare chest.
“Th - that’s different,” the larger man stuttered, pulling Kame even closer. “’Akanishi’ is my surname. ‘Kame’ came from your surname, but it’s a nickname.”
“Everyone calls me ‘Kame,’” the turtle complained lazily, closing his eyes as his lips continued to brush at Jin’s chest.
“And I’m not like everyone to you, am I?”
The older one followed suit and closed his eyes, running his hand up and down Kame’s smooth back, sending shivers down the younger’s spine.
“Well, if you insist on calling me ‘Kame,’ maybe you’re just like everyone else?”
Jin groaned childishly, pressing his growing erection against Kame’s groin.
“No, Jin,” the smaller man said, sounding stern but not doing anything to remove Jin from him.
The soloist repeated the motion, he himself stifling a moan, and gave Kame’s butt another squeeze, as if doing that would convince the younger to participate.
“I said no,” Kame repeated. He sounded irritated but his voice was becoming breathy, and his cock was starting to harden as well. “What you did earlier still hurts.”
Jin dipped his fingers into Kame’s butt crack and rubbed the hole soothingly. The KAT-TUN leader chuckled.
“Still no, Jin.”
Kame raised his hand to touch Jin’s shoulder from behind, while the older let his hand glide down to Kame’s thigh, then between them, finally taking Kame’s just slightly hardened shaft in his now warm hand.
“I didn’t say I have to enter you,” the ex-member said, kissing Kame’s forehead as he begins running his hand up and down Kame’s length in a slow, loving manner.
The response he got was a long, low moan, a half-hearted hipthrust, and a now fully erect cock.
“Kame,” Jin said playfully again, increasing his pace just a little bit.
The younger man reached both arms up around Jin’s head, his hands gripping at the dark brown locks and pulling forcefully.
“I said, don’t call me ‘Kame,’” he growled.
Jin opened his eyes and grinned. He saw Kame glaring at him, his perfect eyebrows tilted downwards. Kame looked delicious, even when angry. Kame’s expression wavered as Jin continued his ministrations. Jin smirked, knowing that Kame couldn’t resist for long. He knew that Kame was beginning to be incoherent over the pleasure, turning rather violent and fierce. Moan after moan escaped Kame’s lips as Jin’s hand worked faster and faster on him, his shoulders shuddering. His head was thrown back as his fingers clung on Jin’s hair for sanity’s sake. The soloist took the opportunity and briefly kissed the exposed skin of Kame’s neck.
“Kame,” Jin said again, both because he wanted to tease his lover, and because the other man’s strong hold on his hair was starting to hurt.
“Jiiin…” Kame protested, his hips finding a steady rhythm for thrusting into Jin’s touch.
“What do you want me to call you?” Jin teased, suddenly stopping. He let his hand hover over Kame’s cock, the warm, ghostly sensation frustrating Kame.
“Kazuya,” Kame answered, breathless. Jin smirked as he touched Kame again, gently at first, then increased his speed as he was rewarded by the younger man’s whimpers and sighs.
“What? I can’t hear you, Kame,” Jin whispered back obscenely.
He marveled at how Kame, under the mercy of his touch, thrashed about in bed. The younger man’s hands had left Jin’s hair to fist at the sheets above his head, turning his face from side to side, driven mad by the older’s perfect touch.
“Kazuya,” Kame said again almost pleadingly, as Jin managed to pump him fiercely but never quite enough to make him come.
“I can’t hear you,” Jin said in his sing-song voice again, running his thumb over the head of Kame’s cock, finally making the younger one cry out.
“K - Kazuya!” Kame yelled, arching his back, exposing his sweat-covered neck, and again bucking his hips to meet Jin’s slick and warm hand rhythms. Jin could tell that Kame was nearing his climax with the way the smaller man’s face was simply flushed, just like the rest of his body, and how his toes were curled, rooted in their spots on the bed.
Jin smirked as he imagined Kame screaming his own name as he came, but decided against it, deeming it weird. Instead, Jin crawled on top of the smaller man, all the while never faltering in pumping Kame’s shaft, and pressed his face next to Kame’s ear and whispered in a low, husky voice, his lips brushing lightly against Kame’s sensitive ear.
“Kazuya.”
And at that, Kame let go. His mouth was open in a silent moan as he continued thrusting into Jin’s hand, but now in a slow and erratic pace as his cum spilled over the older man’s hand and onto both their stomachs and chests. Kame panted, his body relaxing little by little, as Jin watched him and chuckled.
“Baka,” the younger one said, opening his eyes and hitting his lover on the head ever so softly, a smile on his face.
Jin smiled, too, and lay back in bed, bringing his hand up and licking Kame’s cum off his fingers. Kame watched him and soon lazily joined in the task. After a while, as if on a silent agreement, both fell still and quiet as they attempted to resume sleep.
“Ne, Jin,” Kame suddenly said, just as Jin was almost asleep.
“Hn?” the older one responded, his voice muffled as his face was buried in his lover’s hair, his eyes closed.
“Why’d you wake me up?”
Jin chuckled. Indeed, he had not said what he woke Kame up for.
“Right. I was going to tell you something but you had to make a fuss about what I call you, ne?”
Kame only made a sleepy whine, as if to dismiss the thought.
“I just wanted to say,” Jin began, wrapping his arms tighter around his lover. “I love you… Kazuya.”
Kame laughed softly, pulling the soloist closer and burying his face in Jin’s chest, a smile on his lips as he, too, closed his eyes.
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God I feel like such a voyeur on them for writing something like this. My first full-blown PWP I think.
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