[043] He Sang His Didn't - KAT-TUN (Kame/Anne)
Title: He Sang His Didn’t
Group(s): KAT-TUN
Pairing/Genre: Kame/Anne; het, porn
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; some light D/s
Word Count: 1500
Summary: He’s always in charge, in control of himself. Kame hadn’t realized how much he needed to have that control taken away from him until Anne snapped that collar into place.
Notes: For ryogrande at je_whiteday! <3
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Kame’s not allowed to call her anything but "Mistress," but the collar Anne snaps around his neck is studded with sparkly crystals and her skin is soft as she parts easily for him.
He honestly hadn’t expected this when she’d invited him up to her apartment, but after a glass of champagne and some making out, Kame caught sight of her collection of toys and felt a twitch in his pants that wasn’t entirely unfamiliar.
The leather collar is soft and supple with age and quality care. Kame admires it briefly before Anne snaps it in place at the back of his neck. The crystals are sparkly and large, but blend well with the dark hide. It smells pleasantly of oil and creaks slightly as he works his neck this way and that, checking his range of motion.
Anne grabs his chin firmly and forces him into a kneeling position, his face turned to look up at her towering above.
"Do you like your present, my sweet?" she asks, her grip softening to stroke the side of his face gently.
"Yes, Mistress. Very much," he replies, not daring to nod. Kame doesn’t have a lot of experience as a sub, but he knows enough not to act without her permission. The late night internet research has served him well.
She runs her fingers through his tousled hair and smiles down at him sharply. Kame loses himself in the moment, his eyes sliding closed before her fingers twist in his locks and he stifles a cry.
"Quiet now, pet," she murmurs in that same soft, pleasant voice. "Mistress will tell you when you can make noise." Her fingers twist again as she steps behind him. "Come along."
Kame finds himself half-dragged, half-crawling behind her as Anne walks briskly to the chair and sits down gracefully. His scalp is aching, but he resists the urge to scratch it, try to relieve the pain a bit. His cock has been pressing hard against the thin fabric of his boxers for the last twenty minutes. Disobeying her now, when he knows he’s so close to his goal, would be most unwise.
Her grip turns again, this time scratching her long nails against his scalp lightly as she cards her fingers through Kame’s hair. His bare chest raises and lowers quicker with each breath. She’s still fully dressed in the light, flowy pink shirt and printed skirt. There’s something about the disconnect between her fully dressed and him nearly naked that only serves to turn Kame on further.
He’s always in charge, in control of himself. Kame hadn’t realized how much he needed to have that control taken away from him until Anne snapped that collar into place.
She leans back slightly and shifts around, her grip on Kame’s hair releasing just a touch. As she spreads her knees further apart, she drags Kame closer to herself, situating him between her feet. Kame’s mouth waters as he looks down and sees her skirt hiked up a little on one side, her complete lack of undergarments apparent. It’s been way too long since he went down on a woman. He sucks cock like it’s his job (and in some ways, it sometimes was), but Kame misses the sweet musk of a woman, the way her lips unfolded before his tongue like a flower. Glancing back up at Anne, he feels his pupils dilate just that much more at her hungry stare.
"Fuck me with your tongue," she says, pulling him closer to her center by his hair. She pauses her movement and Kame’s skin rubs against the collar almost painfully. Forcing Kame to look her in the eye, Anne smiles a bit wickedly. "Fuck me with your tongue," she repeats. "Clean me to my satisfaction and only then can you come. If you come before then, we’re done. Understood?"
Kame risks a slight nod in her grip. "Yes, Mistress," he says softly.
The silence between them stretches for several long moments, tension building, before she finally releases his hair and leans back comfortably. "You may touch me," she says.
Kame’s hands are gentle as he slides them up her thighs to the hem of her loose skirt. He pushes it up to her hips and pauses to marvel at her for a moment. Rumors had circulated among his colleagues of Anne’s beauty, but they barely touched on the real thing. Kame had seen his fair share of women in his day, despite rumors to the contrary (and, truthfully, a penchant for strong men with 2 day stubble), but this would be the tastiest fruit of them to date, he suspected.
Anne clears her throat quietly, giving away her slight nervousness, and Kame suppresses a nervous chuckle. Now was not the time to mock the woman in charge of his future orgasm, however well-meaning or friendly he was being otherwise.
He leans in and takes in her scent for a moment, marvelling at her sheer womanness. She’s soft and delicate, and Kame finds the disconnect between that and her sharp commands even more arousing. Anne’s legs spread further and Kame gives in to the temptation. Dragging the tip of his tongue along her soft folds, Kame hears her sigh with pleasure, making his cock twitch once more, a reminder that his pleasure would be last.
Flattening out his tongue, Kame drags it up the sides of her lips and back down, pausing to wiggle the tip inside just to hear her gasp. He smirks and thinks the sharp tug on his hair is worth it for that sound alone. Kame never fails to be fascinated by how every person tastes distinctly different and Anne is no exception - musky and heady with a hint of sweetness all her own.
Kame chances one hand on her knee, pulling back slightly to spread her open with the fingers of his free hand. She’s so wet, his fingers sliding along her skin easily as he teases. Anne growls low in the back of her throat, impatient, before Kame leans in to give her what she wants. He laps at her clitoris for a few moments and she squirms in impatience. Suckling lightly, Kame resists the urge to touch himself and slips two fingers inside her instead.
"Oh god, yes," she moans, head thrown back against the chair. Their little game has fallen apart, it seems, but Kame can’t be mad. She tastes too good for him to be upset.
It’s only a few moments before he dips his head down further to tease her opening, fucking her with his tongue as deeply as he can. His hand moves, pinching and caressing her clitoris in time with his thrusting tongue. Anne’s fingers grip tight in his hair, her knees pulled up almost to her chest, mouth gaping open as she comes hard, her juices covering Kame’s chin. She’s still gasping and shaking as he cleans her off with his mouth, slowly laving his tongue up and down her lips, dipping inside for one last time before he leans back and smiles.
"Was that satisfactory, Mistress?" he asks quietly.
Anne’s breath shudders a bit as she tries to steady herself. "Yes, pet. That was," she pauses, takes a deep breath. "Quite good."
Kame sits back on his heels and waits for a moment, daring to reach up and wipe his chin while she composes herself.
"You can touch yourself now," she says, meeting his eyes for the first time in what feels like ages. Kame’s hand strays to the front of his boxers, ready to dip inside when she amends, "on one condition."
"And what is that, Mistress?" Kame replies, holding in a sound of frustration bubbling in his throat.
"You have to come on my chest." Leaning forward, Anne tugs off her flowy blouse to reveal pert breasts, dusky rose nipples standing at attention in her post-orgasm haze.
Kame resists the urge to gape at her and stands, silent, pushing his boxers to the ground. Anne scoots forward on the chair and runs her hands up the back of his legs. He grips himself with one hand at the base, wiling himself not to come all over her just yet, but it’s hard in more ways than one. She’s looking up at him, then down at his cock hungrily.
Kame has never been one to deny a beautiful woman what she wants.
His hand moves across his aching cock slowly at first, gaining momentum as it gets slicker with his own precome and her encouraging murmurs.
"Yes," she’s whispering. "Oh god, it’s so beautiful. Fuck your hand. Let me see you do it. Yes."
His orgasm surprises him as it rips through his lower body, Kame’s toes curling tightly, a cry stuttering out from his throat. If possible, watching his come paint her chest only turns him on more, his orgasm lasting longer than usual as he strokes himself through it.
Kame sinks to his knees after he’s spent, his whole body shaking with the exertion and excitement of the night. Anne’s fingers are back in his hair, careful this time, almost fond.
"You’re a good pet," she murmurs.
"You’re not a half-bad mistress," he replies.
She tugs on his hair with a chuckle, pulling him in for a quick kiss. Kame knows tomorrow he’ll have to go back to being stoic and pretend this part of his life, his personality, doesn’t exist, but for now, as Anne clips a leash to his collar and leads him toward the bathroom, Kame can’t seem to locate his ability to care about tomorrow.
Group(s): KAT-TUN
Pairing/Genre: Kame/Anne; het, porn
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; some light D/s
Word Count: 1500
Summary: He’s always in charge, in control of himself. Kame hadn’t realized how much he needed to have that control taken away from him until Anne snapped that collar into place.
Notes: For ryogrande at je_whiteday! <3
•••••
Kame’s not allowed to call her anything but "Mistress," but the collar Anne snaps around his neck is studded with sparkly crystals and her skin is soft as she parts easily for him.
He honestly hadn’t expected this when she’d invited him up to her apartment, but after a glass of champagne and some making out, Kame caught sight of her collection of toys and felt a twitch in his pants that wasn’t entirely unfamiliar.
The leather collar is soft and supple with age and quality care. Kame admires it briefly before Anne snaps it in place at the back of his neck. The crystals are sparkly and large, but blend well with the dark hide. It smells pleasantly of oil and creaks slightly as he works his neck this way and that, checking his range of motion.
Anne grabs his chin firmly and forces him into a kneeling position, his face turned to look up at her towering above.
"Do you like your present, my sweet?" she asks, her grip softening to stroke the side of his face gently.
"Yes, Mistress. Very much," he replies, not daring to nod. Kame doesn’t have a lot of experience as a sub, but he knows enough not to act without her permission. The late night internet research has served him well.
She runs her fingers through his tousled hair and smiles down at him sharply. Kame loses himself in the moment, his eyes sliding closed before her fingers twist in his locks and he stifles a cry.
"Quiet now, pet," she murmurs in that same soft, pleasant voice. "Mistress will tell you when you can make noise." Her fingers twist again as she steps behind him. "Come along."
Kame finds himself half-dragged, half-crawling behind her as Anne walks briskly to the chair and sits down gracefully. His scalp is aching, but he resists the urge to scratch it, try to relieve the pain a bit. His cock has been pressing hard against the thin fabric of his boxers for the last twenty minutes. Disobeying her now, when he knows he’s so close to his goal, would be most unwise.
Her grip turns again, this time scratching her long nails against his scalp lightly as she cards her fingers through Kame’s hair. His bare chest raises and lowers quicker with each breath. She’s still fully dressed in the light, flowy pink shirt and printed skirt. There’s something about the disconnect between her fully dressed and him nearly naked that only serves to turn Kame on further.
He’s always in charge, in control of himself. Kame hadn’t realized how much he needed to have that control taken away from him until Anne snapped that collar into place.
She leans back slightly and shifts around, her grip on Kame’s hair releasing just a touch. As she spreads her knees further apart, she drags Kame closer to herself, situating him between her feet. Kame’s mouth waters as he looks down and sees her skirt hiked up a little on one side, her complete lack of undergarments apparent. It’s been way too long since he went down on a woman. He sucks cock like it’s his job (and in some ways, it sometimes was), but Kame misses the sweet musk of a woman, the way her lips unfolded before his tongue like a flower. Glancing back up at Anne, he feels his pupils dilate just that much more at her hungry stare.
"Fuck me with your tongue," she says, pulling him closer to her center by his hair. She pauses her movement and Kame’s skin rubs against the collar almost painfully. Forcing Kame to look her in the eye, Anne smiles a bit wickedly. "Fuck me with your tongue," she repeats. "Clean me to my satisfaction and only then can you come. If you come before then, we’re done. Understood?"
Kame risks a slight nod in her grip. "Yes, Mistress," he says softly.
The silence between them stretches for several long moments, tension building, before she finally releases his hair and leans back comfortably. "You may touch me," she says.
Kame’s hands are gentle as he slides them up her thighs to the hem of her loose skirt. He pushes it up to her hips and pauses to marvel at her for a moment. Rumors had circulated among his colleagues of Anne’s beauty, but they barely touched on the real thing. Kame had seen his fair share of women in his day, despite rumors to the contrary (and, truthfully, a penchant for strong men with 2 day stubble), but this would be the tastiest fruit of them to date, he suspected.
Anne clears her throat quietly, giving away her slight nervousness, and Kame suppresses a nervous chuckle. Now was not the time to mock the woman in charge of his future orgasm, however well-meaning or friendly he was being otherwise.
He leans in and takes in her scent for a moment, marvelling at her sheer womanness. She’s soft and delicate, and Kame finds the disconnect between that and her sharp commands even more arousing. Anne’s legs spread further and Kame gives in to the temptation. Dragging the tip of his tongue along her soft folds, Kame hears her sigh with pleasure, making his cock twitch once more, a reminder that his pleasure would be last.
Flattening out his tongue, Kame drags it up the sides of her lips and back down, pausing to wiggle the tip inside just to hear her gasp. He smirks and thinks the sharp tug on his hair is worth it for that sound alone. Kame never fails to be fascinated by how every person tastes distinctly different and Anne is no exception - musky and heady with a hint of sweetness all her own.
Kame chances one hand on her knee, pulling back slightly to spread her open with the fingers of his free hand. She’s so wet, his fingers sliding along her skin easily as he teases. Anne growls low in the back of her throat, impatient, before Kame leans in to give her what she wants. He laps at her clitoris for a few moments and she squirms in impatience. Suckling lightly, Kame resists the urge to touch himself and slips two fingers inside her instead.
"Oh god, yes," she moans, head thrown back against the chair. Their little game has fallen apart, it seems, but Kame can’t be mad. She tastes too good for him to be upset.
It’s only a few moments before he dips his head down further to tease her opening, fucking her with his tongue as deeply as he can. His hand moves, pinching and caressing her clitoris in time with his thrusting tongue. Anne’s fingers grip tight in his hair, her knees pulled up almost to her chest, mouth gaping open as she comes hard, her juices covering Kame’s chin. She’s still gasping and shaking as he cleans her off with his mouth, slowly laving his tongue up and down her lips, dipping inside for one last time before he leans back and smiles.
"Was that satisfactory, Mistress?" he asks quietly.
Anne’s breath shudders a bit as she tries to steady herself. "Yes, pet. That was," she pauses, takes a deep breath. "Quite good."
Kame sits back on his heels and waits for a moment, daring to reach up and wipe his chin while she composes herself.
"You can touch yourself now," she says, meeting his eyes for the first time in what feels like ages. Kame’s hand strays to the front of his boxers, ready to dip inside when she amends, "on one condition."
"And what is that, Mistress?" Kame replies, holding in a sound of frustration bubbling in his throat.
"You have to come on my chest." Leaning forward, Anne tugs off her flowy blouse to reveal pert breasts, dusky rose nipples standing at attention in her post-orgasm haze.
Kame resists the urge to gape at her and stands, silent, pushing his boxers to the ground. Anne scoots forward on the chair and runs her hands up the back of his legs. He grips himself with one hand at the base, wiling himself not to come all over her just yet, but it’s hard in more ways than one. She’s looking up at him, then down at his cock hungrily.
Kame has never been one to deny a beautiful woman what she wants.
His hand moves across his aching cock slowly at first, gaining momentum as it gets slicker with his own precome and her encouraging murmurs.
"Yes," she’s whispering. "Oh god, it’s so beautiful. Fuck your hand. Let me see you do it. Yes."
His orgasm surprises him as it rips through his lower body, Kame’s toes curling tightly, a cry stuttering out from his throat. If possible, watching his come paint her chest only turns him on more, his orgasm lasting longer than usual as he strokes himself through it.
Kame sinks to his knees after he’s spent, his whole body shaking with the exertion and excitement of the night. Anne’s fingers are back in his hair, careful this time, almost fond.
"You’re a good pet," she murmurs.
"You’re not a half-bad mistress," he replies.
She tugs on his hair with a chuckle, pulling him in for a quick kiss. Kame knows tomorrow he’ll have to go back to being stoic and pretend this part of his life, his personality, doesn’t exist, but for now, as Anne clips a leash to his collar and leads him toward the bathroom, Kame can’t seem to locate his ability to care about tomorrow.