THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING

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Prompt. Write. Stalk. Pimp.
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Part 2. :|

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Kame was tempted to climb over him, but he resisted, unwilling to tear the dress no matter how stupid he felt. Instead, he ran his free hand down Jin's bared chest, tracing light patterns with his fingertips. "So soft," he said playfully, drifting down to the fur covering Jin's thighs. Feeling decidedly ornery (hey, Jin had put him up to this after all) he slipped a hand between Jin's legs, pressing hard. "Why so soft? That's a bit of a problem here, isn't it?"

Jin moaned, his attempted glare failing miserably as he pushed his hips up. Kame chuckled. "Such a slut," he commented in a low voice, the one he knew brought Jin to his knees almost every night. "I bet you've fantasized about this for months, haven't you? Oh yes," he added, leaning closer, ghosting his lips over Jin's. "I know what you get up to when I'm not here."

Jin didn't bother with a denial. Instead, he reached up and tangled his fingers in Kame's hair, pulling him down for a proper kiss. He lifted his hips again eagerly when he felt Kame working at the fastenings of his pants (after all, who was he to resist when Kame was trying to undress him?), taking advantage of his focus to sneak a hand under the edge of the dress.

Kame shifted, and for a moment Jin thought he was moving away. A protest rose in his throat before he realized that Kame was, in fact, spreading his legs a little wider, giving him better access. Jin moaned softly, tilting his head back, their broken kiss granting Kame the opportunity to murmur in his ear.

"I bet you're daydreaming right now, aren't you? Are you pretending like you're feeling me up on the train right now? I know you have a thing for public places." Hooking his fingers through the ring on the collar, Kame pulled Jin up, biting lightly at his lip. "I bet you'd just love for me to wear this outside."

Jin shut his eyes tightly, the mixture of Kame's words and his fingers, tracing light designs on his inner thigh, causing his chest to tighten. He whined when Kame pulled away, arching up desperately. "Take that ridiculous outfit off, leave the collar on," Kame ordered, and from the sound of his voice, Jin could tell he was standing beside the bed. Jin obeyed thoughtlessly, stripping the top off as fast as he could without getting tangled in it. Kame had already taken the liberty of removing his pants, so he stripped down the rest of the way, staring at Kame out of the corner of his eye the entire time.

When he was finished, Kame returned, straddling his waist and pushing him back down. The dress rode up his legs, bunching at his hips, but Kame paid it no heed, focusing on ravishing Jin. "If you breathe a single cheesy word pertaining to this outfit, I will leave," he threatened, breathlessly, as Jin found a nice spot on his collarbone to suck on.