drunk pin, nc-17
They're drunk. That's what Pi keeps thinking, that's why the street lights are a little blurry when they're stumbling home, that's why they can't quite stay on the sidewalk, and that's why Jin keeps bumping up against him. They're drunk, and that's why he's going back to Jin's place, because it's closer and it's easier, and because Jin has told him to.
Jin pushes open the door to his building, jabs a finger at the elevator button, and leans back heavily against the wall, giving Pi an appraising, heavily-lidded once-over. Pi laughs, because he's seen Jin do this to girls before, and he knows that Jin must be joking around.
Jin doesn't laugh. The elevator dings. The doors open.
"What?" Pi asks nervously, stumbling forward a little, because they're supposed to get on the elevator and go upstairs. He nearly trips into Jin, though, because he hasn't moved.
Before Pi realizes what is happening, Jin is grabbing him by the front of his shirt, and they're stumbling backwards into the elevator, slamming up against the metal wall as Jin kisses him, hard and fast and desperate.
They're so drunk.
Pi can feel the cool metal of the elevator wall where his shirt has been tugged up a little, and the doors slide shut as Jin rolls his hips up against Pi's. Pi moans a little into Jin's mouth, and Jin works his insistent, talented tongue past Yamapi's lips as he presses his hips forward again, forcing Yamapi back up against the wall.
The elevator's not moving, and Yamapi reaches out blindly, pressing at buttons in the vicinity of the ninth floor, hoping he'll hit the right one as Jin starts to tug at Yamapi's shirt, starts to slide his hand down Yamapi's chest, groping blindly as he kisses him, shifting against him as Yamapi moans helplessly.
"Jin," he grumbles as Jin breaks for air. Jin's watching him carefully, smiling like they're in the middle of some kind of competition and he's winning. He starts to tug on the top of Yamapi's jeans just as the elevator doors open.
They both look up, surprised and momentarily terrified, but it's Jin's floor, and it's empty, and that's all Pi needs to know before he snatches hold of Jin's wrist and pulls him out of the elevator, tripping over the carpet and trying to ignore how uncomfortably turned on his best friend has just made him.
Jin twists his wrist in Yamapi's grasp, but when Yamapi tries to let go, Jin takes hold of his hand.
They have to stop at Jin's apartment as Jin searches for his keys, and Yamapi starts to wonder what he's doing here, why he isn't getting back on the elevator and going home, but then Jin fishes his keys out of his back pocket and looks up at him with the stupidest, flirtiest smile. Yamapi laughs.
"Open the door already," he mumbles, and Jin sticks his tongue out a little, dangling the keys from his fingertips and leaning back against his door.
"You open it."
Yamapi steps up until they're as close as they were in the elevator, until he can feel Jin's breath on his collarbone and he tangles his fingers briefly with Jin's as he rescues the keys, shifting his hips ever so slightly against Jin's as he reaches behind him for the lock. Jin moans a little; a wanton, obvious moan at the feel of Yamapi's hard-on, and Pi slides the key into the lock.
A moment later, the door is swinging open, and Jin is stumbling backwards. He catches himself barely, but then he collapses into a seat on the floor. Yamapi closes the door behind him and watches as Jin calmly removes his shoes, pretending he'd meant to sit there all along.
"Come here," Jin says, as Yamapi starts to toe off his sneakers. Yamapi looks up and finds that Jin is watching him, kneeling where he'd almost fallen, his eyes still half-closed and his expression still some weird attempt at seductive. Yamapi smiles a little, stepping up to Jin and holding out his hand.
But Jin doesn't want his hand. Yamapi has barely reached him when Jin reaches up, slides his hand up Yamapi's jeans until his fingers reach the bulge of Yamapi's erection. He pauses there, glancing up at Pi with wide eyes and a smile, and he almost looks like a fucking school girl.
"Jin," Pi croaks.
Jin slides his palm over the length of Pi's hard-on, groping him through the denim as he watches Yamapi's face, tonguing the corner of his mouth in concentration as he starts to rub himself off through his jeans with his free hand.
"Can I…" Jin says coyly, and that's when Yamapi realizes his fingers have paused on Pi's zipper. He can't speak suddenly, only swallows and nods as Jin tugs down his zipper and unhooks the button. Jin only tugs his jeans down a little, until they're resting on Yamapi's hips and his cock is poking out of his boxers and Yamapi is starting to feel extremely exposed.
"Oh god," Yamapi says, but Jin slides closer on his knees until Yamapi can feel his warm wet breath, and then there's the firm, wet, velvety swipe of a tongue against his cock, and Yamapi thinks he might pass out.
"Mmm," Jin murmurs, and Pi doesn't even realize he's been moaning as Jin starts to take him in, until he's watching his dick slide into Jin's warm, wet, perfect mouth and he can feel his best friend moaning against him and around him, until Jin's tongue is sliding against him and his fingers are sneaking inside Yamapi's boxers to rub against his balls and Yamapi thinks Jin's going to choke on his cock if he takes him in much deeper.
Jin looks pretty fucking hot like this, with his mouth full of cock, his lips stretched wide in a warm wet 'o', his eyes wide. He thinks Jin knows it, too, because Jin's suddenly got his pants undone and his dick in his hand, and Yamapi has to close his eyes at the sight of Jin jacking off as he swallows Yamapi's cock.
Jin starts to move a little, to slide off and swallow it again, to wriggle his tongue all down the length of Yamapi's cock, and Yamapi can't help himself-he fists a hand in Jin's hair and pulls, forces his cock further down Jin's throat as Jin moans around him.
Jin pushes open the door to his building, jabs a finger at the elevator button, and leans back heavily against the wall, giving Pi an appraising, heavily-lidded once-over. Pi laughs, because he's seen Jin do this to girls before, and he knows that Jin must be joking around.
Jin doesn't laugh. The elevator dings. The doors open.
"What?" Pi asks nervously, stumbling forward a little, because they're supposed to get on the elevator and go upstairs. He nearly trips into Jin, though, because he hasn't moved.
Before Pi realizes what is happening, Jin is grabbing him by the front of his shirt, and they're stumbling backwards into the elevator, slamming up against the metal wall as Jin kisses him, hard and fast and desperate.
They're so drunk.
Pi can feel the cool metal of the elevator wall where his shirt has been tugged up a little, and the doors slide shut as Jin rolls his hips up against Pi's. Pi moans a little into Jin's mouth, and Jin works his insistent, talented tongue past Yamapi's lips as he presses his hips forward again, forcing Yamapi back up against the wall.
The elevator's not moving, and Yamapi reaches out blindly, pressing at buttons in the vicinity of the ninth floor, hoping he'll hit the right one as Jin starts to tug at Yamapi's shirt, starts to slide his hand down Yamapi's chest, groping blindly as he kisses him, shifting against him as Yamapi moans helplessly.
"Jin," he grumbles as Jin breaks for air. Jin's watching him carefully, smiling like they're in the middle of some kind of competition and he's winning. He starts to tug on the top of Yamapi's jeans just as the elevator doors open.
They both look up, surprised and momentarily terrified, but it's Jin's floor, and it's empty, and that's all Pi needs to know before he snatches hold of Jin's wrist and pulls him out of the elevator, tripping over the carpet and trying to ignore how uncomfortably turned on his best friend has just made him.
Jin twists his wrist in Yamapi's grasp, but when Yamapi tries to let go, Jin takes hold of his hand.
They have to stop at Jin's apartment as Jin searches for his keys, and Yamapi starts to wonder what he's doing here, why he isn't getting back on the elevator and going home, but then Jin fishes his keys out of his back pocket and looks up at him with the stupidest, flirtiest smile. Yamapi laughs.
"Open the door already," he mumbles, and Jin sticks his tongue out a little, dangling the keys from his fingertips and leaning back against his door.
"You open it."
Yamapi steps up until they're as close as they were in the elevator, until he can feel Jin's breath on his collarbone and he tangles his fingers briefly with Jin's as he rescues the keys, shifting his hips ever so slightly against Jin's as he reaches behind him for the lock. Jin moans a little; a wanton, obvious moan at the feel of Yamapi's hard-on, and Pi slides the key into the lock.
A moment later, the door is swinging open, and Jin is stumbling backwards. He catches himself barely, but then he collapses into a seat on the floor. Yamapi closes the door behind him and watches as Jin calmly removes his shoes, pretending he'd meant to sit there all along.
"Come here," Jin says, as Yamapi starts to toe off his sneakers. Yamapi looks up and finds that Jin is watching him, kneeling where he'd almost fallen, his eyes still half-closed and his expression still some weird attempt at seductive. Yamapi smiles a little, stepping up to Jin and holding out his hand.
But Jin doesn't want his hand. Yamapi has barely reached him when Jin reaches up, slides his hand up Yamapi's jeans until his fingers reach the bulge of Yamapi's erection. He pauses there, glancing up at Pi with wide eyes and a smile, and he almost looks like a fucking school girl.
"Jin," Pi croaks.
Jin slides his palm over the length of Pi's hard-on, groping him through the denim as he watches Yamapi's face, tonguing the corner of his mouth in concentration as he starts to rub himself off through his jeans with his free hand.
"Can I…" Jin says coyly, and that's when Yamapi realizes his fingers have paused on Pi's zipper. He can't speak suddenly, only swallows and nods as Jin tugs down his zipper and unhooks the button. Jin only tugs his jeans down a little, until they're resting on Yamapi's hips and his cock is poking out of his boxers and Yamapi is starting to feel extremely exposed.
"Oh god," Yamapi says, but Jin slides closer on his knees until Yamapi can feel his warm wet breath, and then there's the firm, wet, velvety swipe of a tongue against his cock, and Yamapi thinks he might pass out.
"Mmm," Jin murmurs, and Pi doesn't even realize he's been moaning as Jin starts to take him in, until he's watching his dick slide into Jin's warm, wet, perfect mouth and he can feel his best friend moaning against him and around him, until Jin's tongue is sliding against him and his fingers are sneaking inside Yamapi's boxers to rub against his balls and Yamapi thinks Jin's going to choke on his cock if he takes him in much deeper.
Jin looks pretty fucking hot like this, with his mouth full of cock, his lips stretched wide in a warm wet 'o', his eyes wide. He thinks Jin knows it, too, because Jin's suddenly got his pants undone and his dick in his hand, and Yamapi has to close his eyes at the sight of Jin jacking off as he swallows Yamapi's cock.
Jin starts to move a little, to slide off and swallow it again, to wriggle his tongue all down the length of Yamapi's cock, and Yamapi can't help himself-he fists a hand in Jin's hair and pulls, forces his cock further down Jin's throat as Jin moans around him.