THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING REDUX! (#1)
It's that time of the year...
Same as last time. You know what to do.
PROMPT. WRITE. PIMP. STALK.
Go!
You can: prompt even if you don't plan to write; prompt/write any rating from g to nc-17; prompt/write drama incarnations of akame. you don't need to be prompted to write ;)
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Same as last time. You know what to do.
PROMPT. WRITE. PIMP. STALK.
Go!
You can: prompt even if you don't plan to write; prompt/write any rating from g to nc-17; prompt/write drama incarnations of akame. you don't need to be prompted to write ;)
This entry:→ Is always second from the top ( Read more... )
Jin smiled at Kame as he approached, waving with the hand holding the can. "There's nothing in your fridge that I can eat," he started, cutting him off before he could begin his ranting. Kame stared at the strong grip on his arm before turning wide eyes to the man holding him captive. "So I guess I really do have to eat you."
"Don't joke." Kame's voice came out as a hoarse, breathy whisper.
With a smirk, Jin took another sip of the beer before pulling Kame against his chest. He placed the can into the sink and used his free hand to force the younger man's mouth open. Kame pounded a fist against Jin's shoulder as the liquid flowed into his mouth. What he didn't swallow spilled over his chin and down his chest, darkening the gray material of the t-shirt he wore. A soft gasp escaped his lips as they parted.
"Delicious," Jin hissed, lapping at the beer that had spilled down his host's chin. "Can I taste the rest of you?"
Kame wasn't certain if he'd given the other man his consent or not, but what he was certain of was the fact that he was sitting naked on the kitchen counter, Jin between his legs.
The soft hesitant voice from above stopped Jin's advances, "If you do kill me after we're finished, do you think you can redress me?"
Jin's laughter was as melodic as his singing and Kame found himself falling under this stranger's spell. His fingers clawed at the hard surface of the counter beneath him; he was desperate to thrust deeper into the warmth engulfing him, but a pair of amazing hands were keeping him rooted in place. Kame hooked a leg over Jin's shoulder, tilting his head back with a trembling cry as Jin hummed around his cock. "Don't..." he pleaded.
Jin smiled as he pulled his mouth off of the hard length. "I have no intention of stopping," he chuckled. "If that what you were going to tell me." Kame's fingers tangled themselves in the other's hair at the throaty laugh and he tried to bring Jin back to where he desperately needed him to be, but instead, he was tugged to the edge of the counter.
Leaving the soft tresses behind, Kame's hands fumbled at the smooth ledge to keep himself from falling off, but Jin was taking care of that.
"Kazuya..." Warm breath ghosted over the length of Kame's cock as Jin continued to lower his head. His tongue flicked over the tight ring of muscles and his hands slid up the underside of Kame's thighs so he was cupping the back of his knees, keeping the slender appendages open and held apart. "I am going to fuck you so good, you just might die after all."
Kame would gladly welcome such a death. Jin's fingers were already moving deep inside him, preparing him for what would soon be coming. His last coherent thought before succumbing to the waves of pleasure crashing over him was that he was very grateful to his kind heart. And also, the suit in the washer would now become a "lucky" suit.
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*nervous laughter* I tried, nya~ X3;
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you're awesome. <333
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You can't just end it there *_* WHY! WHY! But oh god this was a fantastic prompt and you wrote it fantastically. Kame and being paranoid and just generally being cornered by Jin in his own house, who is drinking more beer XD
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I like this alot, A LOT.
Morning after sex part 3 please????
Thank you!
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I don't want to try and then fail to continue with the atmosphere created for these first two parts :3
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