The Come-Down - JE - NC-17
Title: The Come-Down
Author: anamuan
Pairing: pin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,469
A/N: for homiten. Warnings for gratuitous and pointless sex, genderswitch (twice, and unexplained), girlsexing, and sneak-attack sap.
"Lift your hips," Yamapi said, worming a hand under Jin's thigh and pushing up a little. He had his head between Jin's legs, and he was so close to where he wanted him the only thing Jin could think about was Yamapi's perfect fucking lips on his cunt. Just the thought, and that glance he'd caught of Yamapi's head bowed between his legs before he'd squeezed his eyes shut, had his hands fisting in the comforter, and why wasn't Pi's tongue on his clit yet?
Jin did the first thing he could think of in his position, and whined, and wriggled his hips in Pi's face, because he knew how Pi liked the taste of him like this. He was wet already, predictably--it wasn't hard when Pi had such amazing breasts and he never wore a bra, just soft, soft skin moving tantalizingly under his tank top. It made Jin want to sneak his hands up along the warm skin of Pi's belly, peel his tank top off, and suck his tits until Yamapi fucks him senseless on the nearest available surface. Which, in fact, was exactly what he'd done. And so now he was naked, on his back on the bed, and Yamapi's head was between his legs, and why was he not fucking him yet? There was supposed to be fucking. And sucking. And that damn tongue in his cunt right the fuck now. So he wriggled his hips and whined back in his throat, and untangled one hand from its preparatory death grip on the comforter and put it on the back of Pi's head, and tried to give him a little hint at where he was supposed to be and what he was supposed to be doing, but Yamapi wasn't having any of it.
Yamapi shook Jin's hand off, using Jin's wriggling to slide his hand further in under Jin's thigh. "Lift your hips, Jin." He punctuated his name by scraping his teeth along the inside of Jin's thigh, and fuck. Jin's hips were arching off the bed before he could help himself, not even thinking, just instinctively trying to get closer to Pi’s mouth, driven by that jolt of pleasure. Yamapi slid a pillow into the space when Jin’s hips bucked up; guiding Jin’s hips back down onto it. Yamapi’s mouth followed Jin’s hips on their way down, tongue sliding up the slit to flick against his clit, and oh, fuck yes, right there. Jin’s leg’s slid open, even as the muscles in his thighs clenched, like the only thing he wanted to do was wrap them around Yamapi’s head, keep his lips and tongue, and fuck, fuck his teeth on him.
Yamapi did like the way Jin tasted--it drove him crazy. The smell, the feel, how wet Jin was for him, how good he tasted, he could stay there all night sucking at his cunt and clit, playing with him with his tongue and Yamapi told Jin so, breathed out hot in stolen moments around slick skin.
Jin moaned, hips hitching thighs shaking, and Yamapi loved that too, how Jin never made any pretenses about what he wanted and felt no shame in showing when he liked something.
"Fuck," Jin's voice caught in his throat; when Yamapi glanced up, he was playing with his own breasts, rolling his nipples between wet fingertips. He was gorgeous, wanton, giving himself up totally to the moment, to the sensation, to Yamapi, and Yamapi couldn't even have told you what that did to him. Liked it, loved it, couldn't get enough. Almost liked it more than when their positions were reversed and Jin was driving two fingers hard into him. It made Yamapi catch his breath, filled his chest with a weird combination of love and awe. It made Yamapi want to take his time, make Jin beg; made Yamapi want to hurry. It made him clamp his lips around Jin's clit, all liquid suction, and spread Jin open with his fingers.
"Fuck, yes, fuck me, Pi," Jin moaned, hips grinding down against Yamapi's fingers. Yamapi pushed his fingers in as far as they would go, curved them up to rub against Jin's g-spot when he pulled them most of the way out.
Jin writhed, whimpered, body moving like he felt like he was coming out of his skin. Yamapi paused to lap up the come sliding down his fingers and dripping down the palm of his hand, and something in Jin snapped, his hands suddenly scrabbling at the back of Yamapi's head, pulling him up his body to kiss him. Jin laved his tongue across Yamapi's chin, licking at his own come smeared across Yamapi's face, tongue lapping delicately across Yamapi's lips for a taste, and then he was pushing roughing into his mouth, trying to take it all, hands fisted in the hair at the back of Yamapi's head.
Yamapi didn't stop pushing his fingers up inside Jin, palm pressing hard against Jin's clit as he worked inside Jin with his hand, fucking him hard and fast until Jin stopped trying to control the kiss; stopped doing anything but panting breathlessly into Yamapi's mouth, voice a senseless jumble of sweet helpless noises, mind almost totally gone.
Jin's hips still rolled down, ground up, pure instinct, unable to stop. His voice broke, rose, the edges of the sounds he was making raw and desperate and beautiful, so Yamapi pressed harder, pushed faster, thrust deeper until Jin's entire body clenched, squeezed hard around his fingers, squeezing all the air from his lungs, squeezing his throat shut and his mouth open and his eyes closed as he came with a silent scream.
Jin didn't pause after, didn't stop to catch his breath or bask in the afterglow. Thighs still shaking, he pulled in a steadying breath, and then he was tugging Yamapi's hand up to his mouth, licking up the palm and sucking his middle finger in past his lips. Jin scraped his teeth over the pad of Yamapi's finger, swirled the tip of his tongue under the edge of Yamapi's nail, and watching Jin's face-eyes half-lidded, full of pleasure, lips curling around his knuckle-for a split second, Yamapi half-wished he were a boy this time, because fuck that mouth on his cock.
He changed his mind back as soon as Jin touched him; the hand not clasped around Yamapi's wrist sneaking down between his legs. Yamapi was wet, very wet, had been wet the whole time he'd had Jin on his back because Christ how could he not be, thighs wet with want. Jin didn't waste any time there either, slipping a finger in easily, all smooth, practiced slides. Yamapi's lips opened in a gasp, and then Jin let Yamapi's fingers slip from his mouth so he could kiss him again.
Jin nibbled at Yamapi's bottom lip while he twisted his wrist, slipped another finger inside where it was all slick, tight heat. Yamapi clutched at his shoulders, trying and failing to catch his breath. Yamapi was close, worked up from earlier--watching Jin; touching and tasting Jin, drinking him in, and Jin wasn't going to let an opportunity like that go to waste. He licked his way into Yamapi's mouth just like before, rough and greedy. Jin worked another finger inside Yamapi's cunt and fucked him hard and fast with his fingers. Yamapi bucked his hips to meet Jin, sacrificing grace in favour of fuck yes, there, now. He could taste Jin on his tongue, and his scent filled his nostrils, and his fingers filled him up and it was amazing, glorious, breaking him apart as he rode Jin to oblivion.
It took Yamapi eight minutes to come down. Eight minutes of his chest rising and falling, nipples still hard; eight minutes of his breath slowing down to something like normal. Eight minutes of Jin watching the almost perfect bliss on his face slide away to be replaced with coherence-the world falling back into place around them as Jin traced his fingertips over sweat-slick skin.
“Fuck,” Yamapi rasped, eyes closed, doing his best to lie in a boneless pile and not move at all.
"Did that," Jin chuckled, and if Yamapi didn't feel so good, he would have told Jin to stuff it. As it was, he made a little grumbly noise in the back of his throat that was more out of principle than anything else. Yamapi had a plan. He was never moving.
Jin flopped down next to Yamapi, snug against his side, and pulled the sheet up over them. Yamapi cracked one eye open, considering the distance to Jin’s face, then turned his head, chin tilted forward, lips pursing just slightly, and caught Jin in a slow, satiated kiss, soft and sleepy and sweet. There. Definitely never moving.
Author: anamuan
Pairing: pin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,469
A/N: for homiten. Warnings for gratuitous and pointless sex, genderswitch (twice, and unexplained), girlsexing, and sneak-attack sap.
"Lift your hips," Yamapi said, worming a hand under Jin's thigh and pushing up a little. He had his head between Jin's legs, and he was so close to where he wanted him the only thing Jin could think about was Yamapi's perfect fucking lips on his cunt. Just the thought, and that glance he'd caught of Yamapi's head bowed between his legs before he'd squeezed his eyes shut, had his hands fisting in the comforter, and why wasn't Pi's tongue on his clit yet?
Jin did the first thing he could think of in his position, and whined, and wriggled his hips in Pi's face, because he knew how Pi liked the taste of him like this. He was wet already, predictably--it wasn't hard when Pi had such amazing breasts and he never wore a bra, just soft, soft skin moving tantalizingly under his tank top. It made Jin want to sneak his hands up along the warm skin of Pi's belly, peel his tank top off, and suck his tits until Yamapi fucks him senseless on the nearest available surface. Which, in fact, was exactly what he'd done. And so now he was naked, on his back on the bed, and Yamapi's head was between his legs, and why was he not fucking him yet? There was supposed to be fucking. And sucking. And that damn tongue in his cunt right the fuck now. So he wriggled his hips and whined back in his throat, and untangled one hand from its preparatory death grip on the comforter and put it on the back of Pi's head, and tried to give him a little hint at where he was supposed to be and what he was supposed to be doing, but Yamapi wasn't having any of it.
Yamapi shook Jin's hand off, using Jin's wriggling to slide his hand further in under Jin's thigh. "Lift your hips, Jin." He punctuated his name by scraping his teeth along the inside of Jin's thigh, and fuck. Jin's hips were arching off the bed before he could help himself, not even thinking, just instinctively trying to get closer to Pi’s mouth, driven by that jolt of pleasure. Yamapi slid a pillow into the space when Jin’s hips bucked up; guiding Jin’s hips back down onto it. Yamapi’s mouth followed Jin’s hips on their way down, tongue sliding up the slit to flick against his clit, and oh, fuck yes, right there. Jin’s leg’s slid open, even as the muscles in his thighs clenched, like the only thing he wanted to do was wrap them around Yamapi’s head, keep his lips and tongue, and fuck, fuck his teeth on him.
Yamapi did like the way Jin tasted--it drove him crazy. The smell, the feel, how wet Jin was for him, how good he tasted, he could stay there all night sucking at his cunt and clit, playing with him with his tongue and Yamapi told Jin so, breathed out hot in stolen moments around slick skin.
Jin moaned, hips hitching thighs shaking, and Yamapi loved that too, how Jin never made any pretenses about what he wanted and felt no shame in showing when he liked something.
"Fuck," Jin's voice caught in his throat; when Yamapi glanced up, he was playing with his own breasts, rolling his nipples between wet fingertips. He was gorgeous, wanton, giving himself up totally to the moment, to the sensation, to Yamapi, and Yamapi couldn't even have told you what that did to him. Liked it, loved it, couldn't get enough. Almost liked it more than when their positions were reversed and Jin was driving two fingers hard into him. It made Yamapi catch his breath, filled his chest with a weird combination of love and awe. It made Yamapi want to take his time, make Jin beg; made Yamapi want to hurry. It made him clamp his lips around Jin's clit, all liquid suction, and spread Jin open with his fingers.
"Fuck, yes, fuck me, Pi," Jin moaned, hips grinding down against Yamapi's fingers. Yamapi pushed his fingers in as far as they would go, curved them up to rub against Jin's g-spot when he pulled them most of the way out.
Jin writhed, whimpered, body moving like he felt like he was coming out of his skin. Yamapi paused to lap up the come sliding down his fingers and dripping down the palm of his hand, and something in Jin snapped, his hands suddenly scrabbling at the back of Yamapi's head, pulling him up his body to kiss him. Jin laved his tongue across Yamapi's chin, licking at his own come smeared across Yamapi's face, tongue lapping delicately across Yamapi's lips for a taste, and then he was pushing roughing into his mouth, trying to take it all, hands fisted in the hair at the back of Yamapi's head.
Yamapi didn't stop pushing his fingers up inside Jin, palm pressing hard against Jin's clit as he worked inside Jin with his hand, fucking him hard and fast until Jin stopped trying to control the kiss; stopped doing anything but panting breathlessly into Yamapi's mouth, voice a senseless jumble of sweet helpless noises, mind almost totally gone.
Jin's hips still rolled down, ground up, pure instinct, unable to stop. His voice broke, rose, the edges of the sounds he was making raw and desperate and beautiful, so Yamapi pressed harder, pushed faster, thrust deeper until Jin's entire body clenched, squeezed hard around his fingers, squeezing all the air from his lungs, squeezing his throat shut and his mouth open and his eyes closed as he came with a silent scream.
Jin didn't pause after, didn't stop to catch his breath or bask in the afterglow. Thighs still shaking, he pulled in a steadying breath, and then he was tugging Yamapi's hand up to his mouth, licking up the palm and sucking his middle finger in past his lips. Jin scraped his teeth over the pad of Yamapi's finger, swirled the tip of his tongue under the edge of Yamapi's nail, and watching Jin's face-eyes half-lidded, full of pleasure, lips curling around his knuckle-for a split second, Yamapi half-wished he were a boy this time, because fuck that mouth on his cock.
He changed his mind back as soon as Jin touched him; the hand not clasped around Yamapi's wrist sneaking down between his legs. Yamapi was wet, very wet, had been wet the whole time he'd had Jin on his back because Christ how could he not be, thighs wet with want. Jin didn't waste any time there either, slipping a finger in easily, all smooth, practiced slides. Yamapi's lips opened in a gasp, and then Jin let Yamapi's fingers slip from his mouth so he could kiss him again.
Jin nibbled at Yamapi's bottom lip while he twisted his wrist, slipped another finger inside where it was all slick, tight heat. Yamapi clutched at his shoulders, trying and failing to catch his breath. Yamapi was close, worked up from earlier--watching Jin; touching and tasting Jin, drinking him in, and Jin wasn't going to let an opportunity like that go to waste. He licked his way into Yamapi's mouth just like before, rough and greedy. Jin worked another finger inside Yamapi's cunt and fucked him hard and fast with his fingers. Yamapi bucked his hips to meet Jin, sacrificing grace in favour of fuck yes, there, now. He could taste Jin on his tongue, and his scent filled his nostrils, and his fingers filled him up and it was amazing, glorious, breaking him apart as he rode Jin to oblivion.
It took Yamapi eight minutes to come down. Eight minutes of his chest rising and falling, nipples still hard; eight minutes of his breath slowing down to something like normal. Eight minutes of Jin watching the almost perfect bliss on his face slide away to be replaced with coherence-the world falling back into place around them as Jin traced his fingertips over sweat-slick skin.
“Fuck,” Yamapi rasped, eyes closed, doing his best to lie in a boneless pile and not move at all.
"Did that," Jin chuckled, and if Yamapi didn't feel so good, he would have told Jin to stuff it. As it was, he made a little grumbly noise in the back of his throat that was more out of principle than anything else. Yamapi had a plan. He was never moving.
Jin flopped down next to Yamapi, snug against his side, and pulled the sheet up over them. Yamapi cracked one eye open, considering the distance to Jin’s face, then turned his head, chin tilted forward, lips pursing just slightly, and caught Jin in a slow, satiated kiss, soft and sleepy and sweet. There. Definitely never moving.