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... )
He wants to reach down and feel Kame's hair between his fingers and keep him fuckfuckfuckrightthere, but then Kame sucks hard, and Jin's hands flop uselessly beside his head, thrown back as his spine arcs in a perfect, straining curve and he keens.
When he comes back down, Kame is licking indulgently along the crease between hip and thigh, pumping him gently in one hand while holding his leg down with the other. He looks up, lips wet and red and shining, and Jin whimpers because, damn it, this is not enough. Kame gives him an evil, evil grin before moving up, the bastard, crawling until he is towering ominously over Jin, who spares a moment to hope that the table is strong enough to hold them both. The thought is fleeting, though, when Kame cradles his face carefully, lovingly and kisses him like he's trying to suck Jin's soul out of his mouth and devour it for his own eternal youth or something, like one of those demons they learned about in ohjesusfuck.
Jin cries out at the sudden burst of pleasure, tears at the corners of his eyes, as Kame bites and sucks at the dip in his right collarbone, hands pinning Jin's wrists to the wood. Shit, shit, that rat bastard, he knows, he knows-"Kame," Jin pleads, voice high and whining like some girl. "K-Kame, stop. Don't-ahhh."
Kame, of course, ignores him and keeps licking, tongue swirling over the length of bone, and Jin is practically squealing, making noises he's sure Kame will never, ever let him forget. But right now, he really doesn't care because he is going to come in five fucking seconds flat without Kame touching anything but his fucking collarbones, and in some part of his brain, Jin thinks that's probably kind of sad.
[...is not stalling for time why ever would you think that]
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GA
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Argh.
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Ngh.
GA
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Jin jumps a little as Kame gently swipes his collarbone one last time before looking up, his long bangs shadowing half his face. Jin wants to lick those lips, he wants to kiss Kame now, but Kame hasn't forgotten about his finger in Jin's ass and is sliding it in and out of his anus with a smirk on his face. The pace is agonizingly slow, and Jin doesn't want any of that.
"God, Kame," and his mouth is letting out yet another string of curses, "Kame, Kame please, please please, move goddamit, I want, I want--"
Kame's grin is downright sadistic even as his finger is stretching Jin out. Lovely, Kame thinks. So beautiful.
Jin's head is turning frantically from side to side on the table. He tries in vain to arch up so he can breathe more, harder, faster, because Kame is fucking killing him, that fucking bastard. He doesn't care about the lube anymore, not even when he bought this much, oh God, if Kame's fingers will just fucking move faster.
He doesn't realise he's said that out loud till Kame covers his mouth with his own. "Slowly," he whispers into Jin's mouth, the words tumbling down his throat. Jin's legs widen further, involuntarily, as his mouth opens to take Kame in, as if Kame is feeding him and he just can't get enough.
"Kame's fingers won't move faster," Kame says as he begins to drag Jin off the table with his other arm, his voice soft and full of promise. "but Kame's cock may,"
When Jin's back is off the table, Kame shoves him hard onto the ground, and Jin whimpers in disappointment as Kame's finger slips out of him. But he ignores the pain he feels as his knees hit the floor as he comes face to face with the sizeable bulge in Kame's pants, Kame's hands now holding on roughly to his hair.
Kame is still talking ("... if Kame's cock gets a little, ah, attention, oh, fuck,") but shuts up immediately when Jin forces open the zipper and roughly palms Kame's cock. Jin's tongue darts out for a tentative lick, and for a moment it looks as if Jin has the upper hand now, but Jin doesn't even have time to smirk before Kame thrusts hard, groaning out loud, his cock fucking Jin's hot, wet mouth, and all Jin can do is take it, take it all, till Kame is done with him.
He feels so used, even as Kame's hands keep Jin's head in place, the sweat from his hair falling into his eyes as he tries ineffectually to blink them away. But fuck, he feels so good.
(This is an improvement, I suppose?!?!)
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GA
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akfdkfjgdfgg
i did not just say that
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And I don't care if this is stalling, because it just means MOAR. :D :D You two are amazing. ♥
HUNGRY STAPLER!!! SO WIN.
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