Random Drabble Batch - R
Title: Random Drabble Batch
Author: Kamika Farinas aka tinyangl
Rating: R - Highest
Author's Note: I'm trying to catch up on my backlog of things I've written and this will be filled with stuff. Two of these (the Tegomass ones) are for cynicalism, one Pin is specifically for 4_03_am. Then two other ones are in a lesser extent for 4_03_am (bribing is always fun). The last three drabbles were prompted by icons. (I provide a picture of them.)
Pairings: I. Tegomass (177 Words), II. Tegomass (570), III. Pin (744), IV. Ryo/Leer(at Yamapi) (228), V. Jin/Koki (1034), VI. Yamapi/Jin/Yamapi (1560)
Bandaid:
Summary: Tegoshi's hurt and Massu patches him up.
Note: This was a creation of a bad fic summary game that partypaprika and I play(ed). cynicalism asked me if I could write it and I attempted to. :D
Massu thinks Tegoshi is like a fragile bird--flying high, careless and free, but once on the ground, overwhelmed and broken--and right now, as Tegoshi sits in a corner, body racking with sobs, Massu knows Tegoshi is grounded, broken, in need of repairs. Massu knows that when a bird's wing is broken--as Tegoshi's is now--there are items one uses to help it mend: bandage, board for a splint. One keeps the wing still; time will heal all wounds and the bones gets stronger. For Tegoshi, Massu brings tissues and his shoulder. The strongest board that can keep Tegoshi still for as long as he needs and grounded enough to heal his wounds without flying off too early because he thinks he's fixed--because Tegoshi always is optomistic, even when broken--is Massu. If Tegoshi's the fragile bird, Massu's the strong wind that keeps him afloat. And even though he's sad to watch Tegoshi go whenever he's healed and mended, Massu's always believed that if you trust something and let them go, they'll come back to you. Tegoshi always comes back.
Note: Randomly comment-drabbled on cynicalism's LJ. :D Based on the photoshoot where Tegomass apparently "make" a Book of Love.
"Dating!" Tegoshi squealed as he looked at the sheet that told them their newest shoot goal.
Massu stole the sheet away, staring at the paper increduously. "They want us to do a shoot teaching people how to fall in love?" He stole a shoot at Tegoshi who was throwing ripped up pieces of paper in the air like it was confetti. He hung his head and sighed.
Tegoshi latched himself onto Massu side, "We should plan this out!" He nodded vigorously, "Like right now. Come on, Massu. You're free today, ne?"
Massu didn't want to break the news that he really wanted to go biking or something along those lines, so he didn't. "Yeah, sure. I have free time." Tegoshi squealed in response before dragging Massu to the nearest table, plopping him onto a chair.
"Karaoke! Then Shopping and then food!"
Massu laughed, "They want something broad, Tegoshi."
Tegoshi blinked at him, "Well then, that's our suggestion for the date, right?"
Massu's lips quirked at the ends, "Of course." He opted out of pointing out that was like their every day, but he was sure Tegoshi would just insist that those were dates.
"So first meeting! That's gotta be the first thing." Tegoshi scribbled two stick figures greeting each other. Massu snorted at the bad drawing and Tegoshi pouted at him. "I don't see you doing much better." Massu quickly shut up.
"So after a first meeting-"
"Then a date!" Tegoshi interjected, leading Massu to laugh.
"Aren't you moving too fast?" Massu asked.
Tegoshi blinked, "No?"
Massu shook his head, "How about just hanging out?" Tegoshi opened his mouth to say something but Massu tacked on, "As friends." Tegoshi's mouth closed.
"Fine," he said stubbornly. There was a pause before Tegoshi said, "Now is it dating?"
"Confession first," Massu pointed out.
Tegoshi blinked. "How about now?"
Massu laughed, "Okay, now it's dating."
Tegoshi visibly cheered up. "Great!" He scribbled "dating" in English and in large letters that led Massu to roll his eyes.
The two finally decided that the last step was, of course, a kiss. Tegoshi grinned as he looked up from his paper. "So these are the five stages, ne?"
Massu nodded, leaning back in his chair, just as pleased.
Tegoshi looked back, mouthing each step to himself before looking up, "Ne, Massu?"
"Hmm?"
"Why haven't we done stage five yet?" Massu choked and nearly fell out of his chair in surprise.
"What are you talking about?" Massu cried, his face turning red.
"Well," Tegoshi said casually, "We've obviously met." Massu sputtered at that. "We've hung out lots of times, I've told you that I like you the most which was obviously my confession, and then we always go out on dates!" He looked rather pleased at his own analysis. "So aren't all we missing is a kiss?"
"I..." Massu started but quickly stopped as Tegoshi leaned over and very quickly pressed their lips together before pulling back.
He grinned before drawing a big check next to their fifth step. "Now we can really teach people the steps of love!"
Massu stared and when Tegoshi looked back up with bright, wide eyes, Massu wasn't sure how to react. "I..." He began again, hoping this time he could actually finish the sentence, but Tegoshi cut him off again. "We should do that step lots more, ne, Massu?"
"...Eh?"
"We're in love, aren't we?" Tegoshi asked, still sounding as casual as before.
Massu blinked before nodding slowly, "Yeah, we are."
Tegoshi's lips curled into a smile and it was, quite frankly, the best thing Massu'd ever seen. "Yeah," Massu repeated, "We are."
Note: I was very happy to get out of Writer's Block so I randomly comment-drabbled this one on 4_03_am's LJ. It also knocked two things in one stone. T.T Won't someone write more Ai no Matador fic? *still waiting*
Yamapi's not sure where Jin's leading them to, but his hands are digging inside his pants and the elevator door is cold against his bare back (he's not sure how he lost his shirt) and when the door dings to indicate that they've reached their floor, Yamapi doesn't care because Jin's lips are on his collarbone and swirling his tongue in the curve of skin. Jin pulls him backwards, and they stumble against a cabinet and although Yamapi's first instinct is to make sure nothing has fallen, Jin's laughter hits him first and he opts instead to put his mouth to better use (plus, when he hears nothing fall, he doesn't feel he has to worry).
"Where are we going?" Yamapi pants when they separate.
Jin's smirk is more telling than his words are. "You'll see."
It doesn't occur to Yamapi at all to check his surroundings to even get a hint, but then Jin's pushing him to the floor and even though he expects hard cement floor against his back, it never comes. He feels silk sheets behind him and surprisingly, his first instinct is to ask if it's Ryo's, but Jin covers his mouth with his lips and more important things come to mind.
"Jin," he breathes when they pull apart, clutching clothes that really shouldn't be there. He thrusts upwards, pressing his erection against Jin's and Jin has to push Yamapi's hips down with his palms, repeatedly assuring him, "Soon. Soon." like it's a mantra as he presses forward and pushes their groins against each other.
Yamapi hisses in reply, before he pulls Jin's lips back towards him for an open, wet kiss and his fingers dig into Jin's back, through the shirt that he still miraculously has on. Jin pulls back, staring at Yamapi with lidded eyes and suddenly, Yamapi is acutely aware of the fact that he's half naked, his jeans are open and half down his thighs and his boxers are shoved out of the way, his erection out for all to see. His hair is sticking to his sweaty skin and now, he wonders if Jin's disgusted by him.
Jin drags a finger down an invisible line down his chest and Yamapi shudders at his touch. "Jin," he breathes again, and Jin shushes him, obviously concentrating on the task at hand. Jin leans down, licking back up the invisible line, pointedly ignoring Yamapi's whimpers when Jin flicks his tongue at one of Yamapi's nipples and then the other without spending too much time there. "You tease," Yamapi hisses before Jin presses a palm against Yamapi's erection, causing Yamapi to cry out.
"Ah, what were you saying?" Jin teases, his hand trailing down to massage the skin right above Yamapi's groin.
"You are a fucking tease," Yamapi bites out, and this time Jin brings his hand to lightly drag his fingers against Yamapi's balls and then up Yamapi's shaft, pressing a finger at the tip and Yamapi has to bite his lip to stop himself from crying Jin's name.
"I suppose," Jin remarks almost nonchalantly and Yamapi wants to smack that smirk off his lips.
"You-" Yamapi starts but then Jin is shifting and Yamapi watches with a look of horror and fascination as Jin lowers his mouth right over his cock. Yamapi chokes as Jin drags his tongue and those lips over his skin and he doesn't think he can hold out for as long as he'd like.
Jin's hands are firmly on Yamapi's ass, propping him up to get the best angle, and all Yamapi can do is close his eyes and breathe - and really, one out of two isn't bad. It takes no time at all for Yamapi to feel like he's close, all the foreplay on their way to this location (wherever it is) and up to this point had taken it out of him and when Jin licks his way from base to tip, Yamapi climaxes into his mouth, his toes curling as his body shakes from release.
Yamapi falls back onto the sheets, out of breath and exhausted when Jin goes to lie beside him, his hand brushing something away from the corner of his lips. Yamapi pulls the material towards his line of sight and practically barks out his laughter. "Red sheets? Really?"
Jin smirks at him, brushing away a strand of hair from his face, before humming Ai no Matador. "It's a catchy song."
Yamapi laughs in response.
("Does that mean we're in a basement?"
Jin pauses, "Is it too cheesy if I say yes?")
Note: Based on this icon:
Credited to miyavist.
He's pretty sure that no one has ever eaten an apple by kissing it, but it apparently makes for a nice shoot and thus that's how he finds himself posing. His head is tilted upwards ever so slightly, an apple pressed against his lips and he really hopes that he doesn't look as stupid as he thinks he does.
"Snow White! You'll never wake up that way," Ryo heckles and Yamapi can't move his head in order to glare at his friend.
"Stupid," Shige blurts out, "That's how she fell asleep in the first place."
Yamapi's allowed to move just in time to catch the look Ryo shoots Shige and he can't decide whether he finds Ryo's usual glare scarier than the glare Ryo has in his eyes now, but a grin is still on his lips. (He decides in the end to just call the look 'wicked' which Yamapi supposes is rather fitting, but then he erases the thought, in fear of what may follow.)
Shige quickly amends his words, "But I'm betting you know that and was just testing me." Ryo's glare lightens, but the grin gets wider.
Shaking his head, Yampi gets back to his shoot (the photographer still not satisfied, it seemed) and thus, Yamapi is returned to his pose with the apple.
"I'll kiss you awake," Ryo leers.
Yamapi vows to throw the apple at Ryo's head when he's done.
Note: Based on this icon:
Credited to vanmra.
Koki's always known that his group has the reputation of being the JE slut group, and he's pretty sure it's something that's not only believable but probably factual as well. He just always figured that people meant that they were slutty with other people, not with each other (he finds that he's not only mistaken, but people think that Jin's slept with everyone in the group...he's not sure that's entirely wrong).
But Koki figures that he's not like that at all. He's not tempted at all by his own bandmates, no matter how much like girls they could look (although Jin in a nurse's outfit was rather tempting, he had to admit). But it's not as though he's about to sleep with Jin at the drop of a hat, no matter how pretty a girl he'd make or how close to a girl he looked.
So when Jin has him trapped, half bent over a table and Jin's palms on both sides of him on the table and leaning flush against his body, Koki can't help but feel his heart rush a little faster. "Jin," he manages to say, almost sounding neutral which he's rather proud of himself for managing to even though he can feel his heart pounding in his ears. "What are you doing?"
Jin leans forward, blowing hot breath onto Koki's neck. His hands have found their way to Koki's belt and he starts fiddling with it, half un-buckling it and half just fumbling with the top of Koki's pants, his fingers ghosting along Koki's skin so fast that Koki wonders if it's just the wind acting up with convenient timing. "Isn't it obvious?" Jin muses as he shifts so he's leaning his chin against Koki's shoulder, his hands still fiddling with his belt.
"Undressing me?" Koki asks, almost nonchalantly like it's every day that one of his best friends takes to undressing him any chance he gets.
Jin grins widely so much so that Koki can feel it even though he can't see it. "Unbuckling as of now. But undressing's totally in the agenda if you want it to be."
Koki raises an eyebrow, "Jin, I'm not as horny as you are day in and day out."
"Ah," Jin muses lightly, his hands finally unbuckling the belt and sliding it out of its buckle. Koki's hard-fast not to look down and see where this is leading. He can practically feel JIn's hands on him and he's trying not to get hard right now. "I'm a little surprised. I wouldn't have expected that of you."
Koki snorts briefly but it quickly turns into a gasp when Jin slips a hand underneath his shirt, his arms still wrapped around Koki's waist. He swallows another gasp before saying shakily, "You shouldn't compare us all to you. It makes for a bad basis."
"I think, no matter what you say, that most of the group's like me, so it's not too farfetched." Jin starts tracing circles right above the lining of Koki's jeans. He tilts his head sideways so that half of his hair is in Koki's mouth and all Koki wants to do is push it out of his face, but he suddenly feels like he should deal with JIn like one deals with a wild animal. Make slow movements. "It's not like you don't think I'm attractive," Jin muses, his fingers keep dipping lower and lower and Koki's pretty sure that he's stopped breathing.
"Jin, I don't think you're attractive," Koki insists but he finds his argument rather weak when his words are half stuttered as Jin's hand is dipping lower and ohgod, is Jin's hand sliding underneath his boxers? "Stop that," Koki panics, his head half turned to look at Jin, but the older male is just looking at him confused, as though he hadn't heard a single thing Koki had said. "Jin, stop." Koki's practically whimpering the words, something he's not used to doing, but he can't find any other way to convince Jin to quit it.
Jin's eyes flare with something that Koki can't describe, but then it melts away and Jin replaces it with a smirk as he leans forward, lightly brushing his lips against Koki's. Koki slowly feels his eyeslids close, not of his own accord, but it happens anyway. It's brief and light and Koki wants to say that Jin's lips feel good against his own, but he can barely even feel it. Jin pulls back and for a second, Koki keeps his eyes closed, almost hoping that Jin'd just lean in again. When he opens his eyes again, he finds Jin looking at him half curiously, half wanting. His voice is husky as he asks, "Are you sure?"
It's almost like it's an open question, but Koki knows better. He half laughs, "If I had said yes, would you even have listened?" His eyes are getting droopy and he can barely see Jin's laugh, but he can most definitely hear it, feel it.
Jin's hand snakes inside of Koki's boxers, his nails dragging a path from the top of Koki's waist to the tip of his cock. He's only half hard, but Jin doesn't seem to mind. He grasps tightly, and smirks at Koki. It's at this point that Koki thinks that something very bad is about to happen. Jin pulls back, releasing Koki pleasantly. He starts to untangle himself slowly from Koki's body, making sure to brush against him randomly with the back of his hand, fingers, drag his lips along the back of Koki's neck.
Koki stares at Jin incredulously, his jeans half unbuttoned and his shirt askewed in the front. "Are you....fucking kidding me?" He watches as Jin packs up his things and head towards the door, obviously ignoring Koki's question.
Once Jin reaches the door and his hand is on the doorknob, he half turns, looking Koki straight in the eye. "Well, you did say to stop." He half laughs as he leaves the room, and Koki's face goes from incredulous to pissed in the matter of five seconds. Jin closes the door behind him and Koki grabs the nearest item (his own belt) and chucks it at the door. Teaches him to play games with Jin. He should've known he'd get burned in the end.
Note: Based on this icon:
Credited to miyavist.
Yamapi thinks that the idea of two of him would be one of the best things to ever happen. He likes to think that it'd help him in work and school; he won't have to be stretched so thin and he'd have more time to just relax and less time just working so much. He likes to think that maybe he can feel better about himself and what he does if he isn't constantly worrying about his image and how he has to work so hard to keep his status around the company. He likes to think that this would be the solution of his life.
However, more than all that, he likes to think that it'd be a fucking great idea to be able to have a threesome with Jin and himself. It's a twisted idea, he supposes, but there's something really hot about the idea that he can be satisfied while satsifying Jin at the same time. (He's not a selfish one, after all.) Plus, there's something really strange and surreal and kinda hot about just having two of him around.
He likes to think about how Jin would trail kisses down his throat, lingering at his collarbones as though Yamapi has the same weakness Jin does. He doesn't really, but Yamapi finds himself almost laughing at the light feel of Jin's tongue running a trail down the bone. But then Jin would move on and Yamapi's near laughter turns into moans as Jin moves his focus to Yamapi's nippes. He takes the nub into his mouth, sloppily turning it around in his mouth as his hand fiddles mindlessly with the other nipple as though he's making sure that he won't forget it.
He likes to think about the moan Jin would let out when Yamapi's double would suddenly jerk at Jin's cock at random intervals (he doesn't like to get forgetten as much as the actual Yamapi does, because, after all, he is Yamapi). There's something rather intriguing about the feel of Jin gyrating against groin as he's trying thrust himself into Yamapi's double's hand (and Yamapi starts using the word intriguing in a rather liberal sense of the word).
He likes to think of the feel of him tugging Jin's head towards him, open mouth meeting open mouth - making everything so much easier. He presses his arms against Jin's back, sliding down slowly. His tongue fights with Jin's as he's trying to keep himself from losing control as though he'll find that solution inside of Jin's mouth (except, even he knows that that's not exactly how things really work). He can feel Jin gyrating his crotch against Yamapi's and he wants to throw his head back and moan, but instead he finds himself pulling Jin even closer, curling a leg around Jin's waist and recipricating the friction between them. He could swear he hears someone protesting against this, but he's not entirely sure - his senses have molded together.
He likes to think about how Jin'll force Yamapi away, almost taunting him with the smirk on face before he lowers himself. He likes to think that at this point, his double'll be furious at the fact that he's being ignored and flip Jin over so that he's on top of him, his mouth meeting Jin's with such quickness that Yamapi can hear Jin's muffled yelp of surprise. At first, Yamapi feels a little pissed at the fact that his double is taking over and wasn't he supposed to be in charge here? But then, he feels a hand on his cock and he's positive that it's not Jin because he can feel Jin digging his fingers into the side of Yamapi's thighs even though he's sure that his current position is probably not the most comfortable one.
He likes to think he can see his double smirking at him, what little Yamapi can see over Jin's shoulder and Yamapi feels like he should really smirk more because it looks really fucking hot even though the only thing he can really see is his own eyes since his double's still occupied with Jin's mouth. He hears Jin gasp in surprise and Yamapi wonders if something's going on without him but then the hand on his cock moves and he's more focused on jerking forward, causing Jin's crotch to bump against Yamapi's double's chest and the contact only makes Jin hiss more in pleasure. Yamapi blindly gropes forward, trying to grasp at his own cock (which really sounds weird in retrospect but who's paying attention). He manages to knock against Jin's unknowingly, but then Jin cries out Yamapi's name and it strikes Yamapi as odd that he's a little curious as to which Yamapi Jin's talking about.
He likes to think that he's in control here, except he really doesn't know how anyone can be in control in the mess of bodies on top of bodies and since when did he start thrusting forward so harshly, managing to find contact with his double, even with the writhing mess that's Jin in between them? Hands are everywhere to the point that Yamapi's just not sure who he's touching or who's touching him. His mouth has somehow ended up on Jin's shoulder, right at the curve where the neck is meeting the shoulder and he's sucking at skin, leaving a trail of saliva as he moves from one point to the next.
He likes to think of the feel of being inside of JIn, not entirely sure when they even made the move there (although he can vaguely remember a bottle having been handed to him at one point), but Jin's still tight and his hands have once again found themselves gripping at Jin's hips - Jin's fingers dig deep into Yamapi's skin as he starts to cry out Yamapi's name. His double has moved on to leaving hard kisses against Jin's skin, making marks as he trails down some imaginary path. Yamapi has his hands on Jin's shoulder, trying to concentrate on pushing himself inside of Jin.
He likes to think that despite the pain that Jin is probably experiencing at the feel of Yamapi shoving himself inside, the fact that Jin's panting his name like it's a prayer says something else. They're covered in a sheen of sweat, and Yamapi can feel strands of his hair clinging to his face awkwardly and Jin's hair is also half on his face, but nothing matters than taking himself out of Jin and pounding straight back in. He half doesn't notice when he starts pushing in at different angles, but when Jin screams out his name abruptly at one point, he's positive he's hit some place that Jin obviously likes.
He likes to think that he's a nice person (especially in bed) and repeatedly pounds into the same place, leaving Jin practically breathless as he comes abruptly, Yamapi's double getting it all over his stomach. Yamapi's panting hard, but he still hasn't comed when he pulls out of Jin and his double seems to just know this as he reaches in between Jin's legs over to jerk at Yamapi's cock. There's something rather fucking hot about pleasuring yourself, when it's not really you and how does that even work? But then his double jerks rather harshly and Yamapi was already so close to begin with that it takes him no time before he's climaxing into his double's hand and Yamapi watches as his double lifts his hand, licking at the semen and Yamapi finds that while it's a little disconcerning, it really is fucking hot and he makes a mental note to be as seductive as his own double.
He likes to think that he'll reciprocate his appreciation, even Jin who had been completely slack while Yamapi was getting a (rather short) handjob from his double. His hand has found its way onto his own cock (except not, since it's really his double) and Jin has started pressing kisses onto his double's shoulder, making his way up his neck and leaving a trail up the line of his jaw and he can feel his double shivering at the tease that Jin is (a fact that Yamapi knows well). They're still in the same position, but Yamapi suddenly feels like he's the one who's back in control and his double's thrusting into his hand, gyrating against Jin's body (and the friction is welcome to all three of them).
He likes to think of how his double comes soon after so that they're all satisified on the bed, no one's left out because that's just not how it should go, after all. He likes to think that they'll all curl into each other after all the activity and just relax against each other, like this is so normal and nothing could ever be weird about the fact that Yamapi has a double and they just had a fucking threesome. He likes to think that they can continue this kinda routine day in and day out because he finds he can learn a lot from his double, even though he's essentially supposed to be him.
He likes to think about a lot of things.
"What are you thinking about?" Jin asks harmlessly and Yamapi thinks that's a loaded question. So instead of just talking, he shows Jin. There aren't two of him, but he's sure Jin doesn't care. One of him is more than enough, after all.
Author: Kamika Farinas aka tinyangl
Rating: R - Highest
Author's Note: I'm trying to catch up on my backlog of things I've written and this will be filled with stuff. Two of these (the Tegomass ones) are for cynicalism, one Pin is specifically for 4_03_am. Then two other ones are in a lesser extent for 4_03_am (bribing is always fun). The last three drabbles were prompted by icons. (I provide a picture of them.)
Pairings: I. Tegomass (177 Words), II. Tegomass (570), III. Pin (744), IV. Ryo/Leer(at Yamapi) (228), V. Jin/Koki (1034), VI. Yamapi/Jin/Yamapi (1560)
Bandaid:
Summary: Tegoshi's hurt and Massu patches him up.
Note: This was a creation of a bad fic summary game that partypaprika and I play(ed). cynicalism asked me if I could write it and I attempted to. :D
Massu thinks Tegoshi is like a fragile bird--flying high, careless and free, but once on the ground, overwhelmed and broken--and right now, as Tegoshi sits in a corner, body racking with sobs, Massu knows Tegoshi is grounded, broken, in need of repairs. Massu knows that when a bird's wing is broken--as Tegoshi's is now--there are items one uses to help it mend: bandage, board for a splint. One keeps the wing still; time will heal all wounds and the bones gets stronger. For Tegoshi, Massu brings tissues and his shoulder. The strongest board that can keep Tegoshi still for as long as he needs and grounded enough to heal his wounds without flying off too early because he thinks he's fixed--because Tegoshi always is optomistic, even when broken--is Massu. If Tegoshi's the fragile bird, Massu's the strong wind that keeps him afloat. And even though he's sad to watch Tegoshi go whenever he's healed and mended, Massu's always believed that if you trust something and let them go, they'll come back to you. Tegoshi always comes back.
Note: Randomly comment-drabbled on cynicalism's LJ. :D Based on the photoshoot where Tegomass apparently "make" a Book of Love.
"Dating!" Tegoshi squealed as he looked at the sheet that told them their newest shoot goal.
Massu stole the sheet away, staring at the paper increduously. "They want us to do a shoot teaching people how to fall in love?" He stole a shoot at Tegoshi who was throwing ripped up pieces of paper in the air like it was confetti. He hung his head and sighed.
Tegoshi latched himself onto Massu side, "We should plan this out!" He nodded vigorously, "Like right now. Come on, Massu. You're free today, ne?"
Massu didn't want to break the news that he really wanted to go biking or something along those lines, so he didn't. "Yeah, sure. I have free time." Tegoshi squealed in response before dragging Massu to the nearest table, plopping him onto a chair.
"Karaoke! Then Shopping and then food!"
Massu laughed, "They want something broad, Tegoshi."
Tegoshi blinked at him, "Well then, that's our suggestion for the date, right?"
Massu's lips quirked at the ends, "Of course." He opted out of pointing out that was like their every day, but he was sure Tegoshi would just insist that those were dates.
"So first meeting! That's gotta be the first thing." Tegoshi scribbled two stick figures greeting each other. Massu snorted at the bad drawing and Tegoshi pouted at him. "I don't see you doing much better." Massu quickly shut up.
"So after a first meeting-"
"Then a date!" Tegoshi interjected, leading Massu to laugh.
"Aren't you moving too fast?" Massu asked.
Tegoshi blinked, "No?"
Massu shook his head, "How about just hanging out?" Tegoshi opened his mouth to say something but Massu tacked on, "As friends." Tegoshi's mouth closed.
"Fine," he said stubbornly. There was a pause before Tegoshi said, "Now is it dating?"
"Confession first," Massu pointed out.
Tegoshi blinked. "How about now?"
Massu laughed, "Okay, now it's dating."
Tegoshi visibly cheered up. "Great!" He scribbled "dating" in English and in large letters that led Massu to roll his eyes.
The two finally decided that the last step was, of course, a kiss. Tegoshi grinned as he looked up from his paper. "So these are the five stages, ne?"
Massu nodded, leaning back in his chair, just as pleased.
Tegoshi looked back, mouthing each step to himself before looking up, "Ne, Massu?"
"Hmm?"
"Why haven't we done stage five yet?" Massu choked and nearly fell out of his chair in surprise.
"What are you talking about?" Massu cried, his face turning red.
"Well," Tegoshi said casually, "We've obviously met." Massu sputtered at that. "We've hung out lots of times, I've told you that I like you the most which was obviously my confession, and then we always go out on dates!" He looked rather pleased at his own analysis. "So aren't all we missing is a kiss?"
"I..." Massu started but quickly stopped as Tegoshi leaned over and very quickly pressed their lips together before pulling back.
He grinned before drawing a big check next to their fifth step. "Now we can really teach people the steps of love!"
Massu stared and when Tegoshi looked back up with bright, wide eyes, Massu wasn't sure how to react. "I..." He began again, hoping this time he could actually finish the sentence, but Tegoshi cut him off again. "We should do that step lots more, ne, Massu?"
"...Eh?"
"We're in love, aren't we?" Tegoshi asked, still sounding as casual as before.
Massu blinked before nodding slowly, "Yeah, we are."
Tegoshi's lips curled into a smile and it was, quite frankly, the best thing Massu'd ever seen. "Yeah," Massu repeated, "We are."
Note: I was very happy to get out of Writer's Block so I randomly comment-drabbled this one on 4_03_am's LJ. It also knocked two things in one stone. T.T Won't someone write more Ai no Matador fic? *still waiting*
Yamapi's not sure where Jin's leading them to, but his hands are digging inside his pants and the elevator door is cold against his bare back (he's not sure how he lost his shirt) and when the door dings to indicate that they've reached their floor, Yamapi doesn't care because Jin's lips are on his collarbone and swirling his tongue in the curve of skin. Jin pulls him backwards, and they stumble against a cabinet and although Yamapi's first instinct is to make sure nothing has fallen, Jin's laughter hits him first and he opts instead to put his mouth to better use (plus, when he hears nothing fall, he doesn't feel he has to worry).
"Where are we going?" Yamapi pants when they separate.
Jin's smirk is more telling than his words are. "You'll see."
It doesn't occur to Yamapi at all to check his surroundings to even get a hint, but then Jin's pushing him to the floor and even though he expects hard cement floor against his back, it never comes. He feels silk sheets behind him and surprisingly, his first instinct is to ask if it's Ryo's, but Jin covers his mouth with his lips and more important things come to mind.
"Jin," he breathes when they pull apart, clutching clothes that really shouldn't be there. He thrusts upwards, pressing his erection against Jin's and Jin has to push Yamapi's hips down with his palms, repeatedly assuring him, "Soon. Soon." like it's a mantra as he presses forward and pushes their groins against each other.
Yamapi hisses in reply, before he pulls Jin's lips back towards him for an open, wet kiss and his fingers dig into Jin's back, through the shirt that he still miraculously has on. Jin pulls back, staring at Yamapi with lidded eyes and suddenly, Yamapi is acutely aware of the fact that he's half naked, his jeans are open and half down his thighs and his boxers are shoved out of the way, his erection out for all to see. His hair is sticking to his sweaty skin and now, he wonders if Jin's disgusted by him.
Jin drags a finger down an invisible line down his chest and Yamapi shudders at his touch. "Jin," he breathes again, and Jin shushes him, obviously concentrating on the task at hand. Jin leans down, licking back up the invisible line, pointedly ignoring Yamapi's whimpers when Jin flicks his tongue at one of Yamapi's nipples and then the other without spending too much time there. "You tease," Yamapi hisses before Jin presses a palm against Yamapi's erection, causing Yamapi to cry out.
"Ah, what were you saying?" Jin teases, his hand trailing down to massage the skin right above Yamapi's groin.
"You are a fucking tease," Yamapi bites out, and this time Jin brings his hand to lightly drag his fingers against Yamapi's balls and then up Yamapi's shaft, pressing a finger at the tip and Yamapi has to bite his lip to stop himself from crying Jin's name.
"I suppose," Jin remarks almost nonchalantly and Yamapi wants to smack that smirk off his lips.
"You-" Yamapi starts but then Jin is shifting and Yamapi watches with a look of horror and fascination as Jin lowers his mouth right over his cock. Yamapi chokes as Jin drags his tongue and those lips over his skin and he doesn't think he can hold out for as long as he'd like.
Jin's hands are firmly on Yamapi's ass, propping him up to get the best angle, and all Yamapi can do is close his eyes and breathe - and really, one out of two isn't bad. It takes no time at all for Yamapi to feel like he's close, all the foreplay on their way to this location (wherever it is) and up to this point had taken it out of him and when Jin licks his way from base to tip, Yamapi climaxes into his mouth, his toes curling as his body shakes from release.
Yamapi falls back onto the sheets, out of breath and exhausted when Jin goes to lie beside him, his hand brushing something away from the corner of his lips. Yamapi pulls the material towards his line of sight and practically barks out his laughter. "Red sheets? Really?"
Jin smirks at him, brushing away a strand of hair from his face, before humming Ai no Matador. "It's a catchy song."
Yamapi laughs in response.
("Does that mean we're in a basement?"
Jin pauses, "Is it too cheesy if I say yes?")
Note: Based on this icon:
Credited to miyavist.
He's pretty sure that no one has ever eaten an apple by kissing it, but it apparently makes for a nice shoot and thus that's how he finds himself posing. His head is tilted upwards ever so slightly, an apple pressed against his lips and he really hopes that he doesn't look as stupid as he thinks he does.
"Snow White! You'll never wake up that way," Ryo heckles and Yamapi can't move his head in order to glare at his friend.
"Stupid," Shige blurts out, "That's how she fell asleep in the first place."
Yamapi's allowed to move just in time to catch the look Ryo shoots Shige and he can't decide whether he finds Ryo's usual glare scarier than the glare Ryo has in his eyes now, but a grin is still on his lips. (He decides in the end to just call the look 'wicked' which Yamapi supposes is rather fitting, but then he erases the thought, in fear of what may follow.)
Shige quickly amends his words, "But I'm betting you know that and was just testing me." Ryo's glare lightens, but the grin gets wider.
Shaking his head, Yampi gets back to his shoot (the photographer still not satisfied, it seemed) and thus, Yamapi is returned to his pose with the apple.
"I'll kiss you awake," Ryo leers.
Yamapi vows to throw the apple at Ryo's head when he's done.
Note: Based on this icon:
Credited to vanmra.
Koki's always known that his group has the reputation of being the JE slut group, and he's pretty sure it's something that's not only believable but probably factual as well. He just always figured that people meant that they were slutty with other people, not with each other (he finds that he's not only mistaken, but people think that Jin's slept with everyone in the group...he's not sure that's entirely wrong).
But Koki figures that he's not like that at all. He's not tempted at all by his own bandmates, no matter how much like girls they could look (although Jin in a nurse's outfit was rather tempting, he had to admit). But it's not as though he's about to sleep with Jin at the drop of a hat, no matter how pretty a girl he'd make or how close to a girl he looked.
So when Jin has him trapped, half bent over a table and Jin's palms on both sides of him on the table and leaning flush against his body, Koki can't help but feel his heart rush a little faster. "Jin," he manages to say, almost sounding neutral which he's rather proud of himself for managing to even though he can feel his heart pounding in his ears. "What are you doing?"
Jin leans forward, blowing hot breath onto Koki's neck. His hands have found their way to Koki's belt and he starts fiddling with it, half un-buckling it and half just fumbling with the top of Koki's pants, his fingers ghosting along Koki's skin so fast that Koki wonders if it's just the wind acting up with convenient timing. "Isn't it obvious?" Jin muses as he shifts so he's leaning his chin against Koki's shoulder, his hands still fiddling with his belt.
"Undressing me?" Koki asks, almost nonchalantly like it's every day that one of his best friends takes to undressing him any chance he gets.
Jin grins widely so much so that Koki can feel it even though he can't see it. "Unbuckling as of now. But undressing's totally in the agenda if you want it to be."
Koki raises an eyebrow, "Jin, I'm not as horny as you are day in and day out."
"Ah," Jin muses lightly, his hands finally unbuckling the belt and sliding it out of its buckle. Koki's hard-fast not to look down and see where this is leading. He can practically feel JIn's hands on him and he's trying not to get hard right now. "I'm a little surprised. I wouldn't have expected that of you."
Koki snorts briefly but it quickly turns into a gasp when Jin slips a hand underneath his shirt, his arms still wrapped around Koki's waist. He swallows another gasp before saying shakily, "You shouldn't compare us all to you. It makes for a bad basis."
"I think, no matter what you say, that most of the group's like me, so it's not too farfetched." Jin starts tracing circles right above the lining of Koki's jeans. He tilts his head sideways so that half of his hair is in Koki's mouth and all Koki wants to do is push it out of his face, but he suddenly feels like he should deal with JIn like one deals with a wild animal. Make slow movements. "It's not like you don't think I'm attractive," Jin muses, his fingers keep dipping lower and lower and Koki's pretty sure that he's stopped breathing.
"Jin, I don't think you're attractive," Koki insists but he finds his argument rather weak when his words are half stuttered as Jin's hand is dipping lower and ohgod, is Jin's hand sliding underneath his boxers? "Stop that," Koki panics, his head half turned to look at Jin, but the older male is just looking at him confused, as though he hadn't heard a single thing Koki had said. "Jin, stop." Koki's practically whimpering the words, something he's not used to doing, but he can't find any other way to convince Jin to quit it.
Jin's eyes flare with something that Koki can't describe, but then it melts away and Jin replaces it with a smirk as he leans forward, lightly brushing his lips against Koki's. Koki slowly feels his eyeslids close, not of his own accord, but it happens anyway. It's brief and light and Koki wants to say that Jin's lips feel good against his own, but he can barely even feel it. Jin pulls back and for a second, Koki keeps his eyes closed, almost hoping that Jin'd just lean in again. When he opens his eyes again, he finds Jin looking at him half curiously, half wanting. His voice is husky as he asks, "Are you sure?"
It's almost like it's an open question, but Koki knows better. He half laughs, "If I had said yes, would you even have listened?" His eyes are getting droopy and he can barely see Jin's laugh, but he can most definitely hear it, feel it.
Jin's hand snakes inside of Koki's boxers, his nails dragging a path from the top of Koki's waist to the tip of his cock. He's only half hard, but Jin doesn't seem to mind. He grasps tightly, and smirks at Koki. It's at this point that Koki thinks that something very bad is about to happen. Jin pulls back, releasing Koki pleasantly. He starts to untangle himself slowly from Koki's body, making sure to brush against him randomly with the back of his hand, fingers, drag his lips along the back of Koki's neck.
Koki stares at Jin incredulously, his jeans half unbuttoned and his shirt askewed in the front. "Are you....fucking kidding me?" He watches as Jin packs up his things and head towards the door, obviously ignoring Koki's question.
Once Jin reaches the door and his hand is on the doorknob, he half turns, looking Koki straight in the eye. "Well, you did say to stop." He half laughs as he leaves the room, and Koki's face goes from incredulous to pissed in the matter of five seconds. Jin closes the door behind him and Koki grabs the nearest item (his own belt) and chucks it at the door. Teaches him to play games with Jin. He should've known he'd get burned in the end.
Note: Based on this icon:
Credited to miyavist.
Yamapi thinks that the idea of two of him would be one of the best things to ever happen. He likes to think that it'd help him in work and school; he won't have to be stretched so thin and he'd have more time to just relax and less time just working so much. He likes to think that maybe he can feel better about himself and what he does if he isn't constantly worrying about his image and how he has to work so hard to keep his status around the company. He likes to think that this would be the solution of his life.
However, more than all that, he likes to think that it'd be a fucking great idea to be able to have a threesome with Jin and himself. It's a twisted idea, he supposes, but there's something really hot about the idea that he can be satisfied while satsifying Jin at the same time. (He's not a selfish one, after all.) Plus, there's something really strange and surreal and kinda hot about just having two of him around.
He likes to think about how Jin would trail kisses down his throat, lingering at his collarbones as though Yamapi has the same weakness Jin does. He doesn't really, but Yamapi finds himself almost laughing at the light feel of Jin's tongue running a trail down the bone. But then Jin would move on and Yamapi's near laughter turns into moans as Jin moves his focus to Yamapi's nippes. He takes the nub into his mouth, sloppily turning it around in his mouth as his hand fiddles mindlessly with the other nipple as though he's making sure that he won't forget it.
He likes to think about the moan Jin would let out when Yamapi's double would suddenly jerk at Jin's cock at random intervals (he doesn't like to get forgetten as much as the actual Yamapi does, because, after all, he is Yamapi). There's something rather intriguing about the feel of Jin gyrating against groin as he's trying thrust himself into Yamapi's double's hand (and Yamapi starts using the word intriguing in a rather liberal sense of the word).
He likes to think of the feel of him tugging Jin's head towards him, open mouth meeting open mouth - making everything so much easier. He presses his arms against Jin's back, sliding down slowly. His tongue fights with Jin's as he's trying to keep himself from losing control as though he'll find that solution inside of Jin's mouth (except, even he knows that that's not exactly how things really work). He can feel Jin gyrating his crotch against Yamapi's and he wants to throw his head back and moan, but instead he finds himself pulling Jin even closer, curling a leg around Jin's waist and recipricating the friction between them. He could swear he hears someone protesting against this, but he's not entirely sure - his senses have molded together.
He likes to think about how Jin'll force Yamapi away, almost taunting him with the smirk on face before he lowers himself. He likes to think that at this point, his double'll be furious at the fact that he's being ignored and flip Jin over so that he's on top of him, his mouth meeting Jin's with such quickness that Yamapi can hear Jin's muffled yelp of surprise. At first, Yamapi feels a little pissed at the fact that his double is taking over and wasn't he supposed to be in charge here? But then, he feels a hand on his cock and he's positive that it's not Jin because he can feel Jin digging his fingers into the side of Yamapi's thighs even though he's sure that his current position is probably not the most comfortable one.
He likes to think he can see his double smirking at him, what little Yamapi can see over Jin's shoulder and Yamapi feels like he should really smirk more because it looks really fucking hot even though the only thing he can really see is his own eyes since his double's still occupied with Jin's mouth. He hears Jin gasp in surprise and Yamapi wonders if something's going on without him but then the hand on his cock moves and he's more focused on jerking forward, causing Jin's crotch to bump against Yamapi's double's chest and the contact only makes Jin hiss more in pleasure. Yamapi blindly gropes forward, trying to grasp at his own cock (which really sounds weird in retrospect but who's paying attention). He manages to knock against Jin's unknowingly, but then Jin cries out Yamapi's name and it strikes Yamapi as odd that he's a little curious as to which Yamapi Jin's talking about.
He likes to think that he's in control here, except he really doesn't know how anyone can be in control in the mess of bodies on top of bodies and since when did he start thrusting forward so harshly, managing to find contact with his double, even with the writhing mess that's Jin in between them? Hands are everywhere to the point that Yamapi's just not sure who he's touching or who's touching him. His mouth has somehow ended up on Jin's shoulder, right at the curve where the neck is meeting the shoulder and he's sucking at skin, leaving a trail of saliva as he moves from one point to the next.
He likes to think of the feel of being inside of JIn, not entirely sure when they even made the move there (although he can vaguely remember a bottle having been handed to him at one point), but Jin's still tight and his hands have once again found themselves gripping at Jin's hips - Jin's fingers dig deep into Yamapi's skin as he starts to cry out Yamapi's name. His double has moved on to leaving hard kisses against Jin's skin, making marks as he trails down some imaginary path. Yamapi has his hands on Jin's shoulder, trying to concentrate on pushing himself inside of Jin.
He likes to think that despite the pain that Jin is probably experiencing at the feel of Yamapi shoving himself inside, the fact that Jin's panting his name like it's a prayer says something else. They're covered in a sheen of sweat, and Yamapi can feel strands of his hair clinging to his face awkwardly and Jin's hair is also half on his face, but nothing matters than taking himself out of Jin and pounding straight back in. He half doesn't notice when he starts pushing in at different angles, but when Jin screams out his name abruptly at one point, he's positive he's hit some place that Jin obviously likes.
He likes to think that he's a nice person (especially in bed) and repeatedly pounds into the same place, leaving Jin practically breathless as he comes abruptly, Yamapi's double getting it all over his stomach. Yamapi's panting hard, but he still hasn't comed when he pulls out of Jin and his double seems to just know this as he reaches in between Jin's legs over to jerk at Yamapi's cock. There's something rather fucking hot about pleasuring yourself, when it's not really you and how does that even work? But then his double jerks rather harshly and Yamapi was already so close to begin with that it takes him no time before he's climaxing into his double's hand and Yamapi watches as his double lifts his hand, licking at the semen and Yamapi finds that while it's a little disconcerning, it really is fucking hot and he makes a mental note to be as seductive as his own double.
He likes to think that he'll reciprocate his appreciation, even Jin who had been completely slack while Yamapi was getting a (rather short) handjob from his double. His hand has found its way onto his own cock (except not, since it's really his double) and Jin has started pressing kisses onto his double's shoulder, making his way up his neck and leaving a trail up the line of his jaw and he can feel his double shivering at the tease that Jin is (a fact that Yamapi knows well). They're still in the same position, but Yamapi suddenly feels like he's the one who's back in control and his double's thrusting into his hand, gyrating against Jin's body (and the friction is welcome to all three of them).
He likes to think of how his double comes soon after so that they're all satisified on the bed, no one's left out because that's just not how it should go, after all. He likes to think that they'll all curl into each other after all the activity and just relax against each other, like this is so normal and nothing could ever be weird about the fact that Yamapi has a double and they just had a fucking threesome. He likes to think that they can continue this kinda routine day in and day out because he finds he can learn a lot from his double, even though he's essentially supposed to be him.
He likes to think about a lot of things.
"What are you thinking about?" Jin asks harmlessly and Yamapi thinks that's a loaded question. So instead of just talking, he shows Jin. There aren't two of him, but he's sure Jin doesn't care. One of him is more than enough, after all.