fic: NO MORE PAIN LIPS
Title: NO MORE PAIN LIPS
Author: prologuesized
Pairing: Kame/Kame, Akame
Rating: NC-17 (...or hard R? I suck with these.)
Genre: (AU because 2×Kame but still not really?!), PWP (...except mine often have a hint of a plot), Angst (and the triumph of revenge, I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT THE GENRES FOR THIS ARE XDDDD)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Summary: Best payback for cowardly ex-boyfriends while waiting for them to get their asses back where they belong? Hooking up with another hot man, obviously.
Author Note: pinkeuphoria1 and I got a little carried away discussing the hotness of LIPS!Kame and NMP!Kame last night. Then the image of them together invaded my mind and, well, for the sake of getting other people to think about it, here's a fic for you.
Kame refers to NMP!Kame, Kazuya to LIPS!Kame. Because I obviously can't keep calling them both with the same name... (I so messed up here and there, though.)
Wordcount: 3,000
NO MORE PAIN LIPS
He isn’t really sure why exactly he does what he does, but he enters a dating site during the hot month of June. It’s probably an extremely bad idea, but he doesn’t really care as he types in information about himself.
It’s not like he’s looking for a boyfriend or anything - he’s looking for a lay he'll actually be able to feel good around. His account could be just a stupid troll’s so it doesn’t matter.
He’s skimming uninterestedly through his so-called “heavenly matches” before his inbox alerts him of a message. He starts regretting the stupid idea and wonders what kind of pervert or troll is behind the quick contact, starting to feel a bit disgusted about himself.
Maybe he really is being just a bit too pathetic with the whole thing.
Aren’t you sexy the message says and Kame chuckles amusedly at the man’s profile picture. The man looks alarmingly much like himself, only he is more slender and charming, full of libido-awakening tease. Kame wonders if he’s getting trolled by this “Kazuya” but ends up chatting with him nonetheless.
Surprisingly, he finds himself intrigued by their similar personality and hobbies. By the evening they’ve set up a hook-up at the man’s place.
Kame feels like being reckless and decides to go, hoping to god he isn’t going to get disappointed as he applies eye shadow on his eyelid.
--
Kazuya welcomes him inside the house with a flirtatious smirk, pulling him gently from his chains. He looks gorgeous in his rocky attire, vibrant contrasts of black, white, red and blue mixed together fashionably. Kame chuckles at his eyeliner and shadow.
He looks good. Really, really good.
They break the ice with a deep kiss, all lips and tongue. When Kame has removed his shoes Kazuya leads him inside the apartment, walking confidently with a slight swing from his hips. It makes Kame remember why he’s there but they decide to start with a cup of tea and conversing what they actually want from the encounter.
“Sex,” Kame answers bluntly, stirring his tea with a small silver spoon. “I haven’t really had any in a while.”
“Me either,” the man shrugs, scowling at his cup before covering it up and smirking at him bitterly. “Too busy to go out searching for anyone?”
“It’s difficult searching for anyone I’d want outdoors,” Kame answers, scowling at his own cup. “Publicity.”
“I get that,” the younger man nods. “If you’re into men.”
They keep sipping their drinks silently for a while before Kame licks his lips and locks his eyes with the other one's’. “You look a bit tense.”
“I am,” Kazuya admits with a nod, eyes shining headstrongly. “You could say this is going to be a payback.”
“Payback?” Kame prompts him, growing worried all of sudden. He doesn’t really want to come in the middle of some relationship in case the man’s partner is overly possessive and ready to punch his face in, creating unnecessary drama that can potentially get him fired.
“My boyfriend left me almost a year ago,” Kazuya shrugs and talks uninterestedly, tilting his head as he keeps spinning his cup lazily. “He’s been back for quite some time now. We’ve been friends for months again but he just doesn’t approach me.”
“Oh,” Kame nods. Then it probably isn’t going to be a problem. “You think he’s still in love with you?”
“He is,” Kazuya smirks at him knowingly, eyes mischievous and sparkling with dark delight. “He’s just telling himself he can’t and doesn’t need me. I know better.”
“I know the feeling,” Kame scoffs, glaring out of the window to the darkening sky. “Mine walked away. Again.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“He’ll be back,” Kame grumbles darkly, drinking his cup dry. “He just needs some reminding of what he’s missing out on.”
Kazuya smirks at him over the table and Kame feels a sense between comrades arising.
“Come,” Kazuya murmurs at him softly as he stands up, pulling him in with his eyes. Kame bites his lip hesitantly and follows him, slightly afraid of the act itself. He hasn’t really gone around in a couple of years and even though they aren’t together, it does feel like cheating.
He doesn’t quite get how Jin is able to do it. How he wants to do it to the point of breaking up with him over and over again.
Kazuya sits on his bed and pats the free space next to him invitingly. Kame follows him down on the mattress and lets the man play suggestively with the white fabric hanging from his hips. The man removes it quickly and smells it before discarding it on the floor.
“No white flags,” he says in all seriousness, tilting his head a little, lips parted temptingly. “I don’t allow them.”
Kame leans forward to catch Kazuya’s lips, his palm slowly sliding down his clothed arm. Kazuya smirks mischievously and tilts his head further, eyes reflecting his desire in a teasing manner.
Somehow, Kazuya is all about teasing. It’s his strongest charm, so strong and vivid Kame swears it can leave anyone in the state of writhing and hot mess. He wonders how the hell has anyone even managed to resist him. It has to be one extremely stupid guy who certainly isn’t able to comprehend just how much he has been given.
Kame wonders what it would be like to own Kazuya’s heart. To feel the greedy passion of his touches and drown in his eyes, be held by him on a level beyond mere sexual interaction. Still, no matter how much he wonders, it feels unimaginable.
Kazuya is a tease after all, and even though he seems very willing to submit it still feels like a chase. Kame wonders if his man has just grown tired of chasing him, even if he has sometimes probably practically run in his arms.
A pink tongue brushes against his and Kame grimaces angrily, his heartbeat accelerating. He snakes his arms around Kazuya’s slender body and pulls him on his lap on the bed, enjoying the gentle curve the younger man’s body makes, urging him to lean forward to keep close to him.
For some strange reason, Kazuya seems to always have all the strings in his hands, playing his prey like a marionette.
Kame, in another hand, is sick and tired of being pulled around like a mere fool by everyone. He roughly throws Kazuya down on the mattress next to him and climbs over him, ignoring the grim resistance and scowl on the younger man’s face as he presses him down hard from his shoulder, keeping him put as he climbs over him and kisses him angrily, managing to emerge sweet hisses and whimpers from the hotness of his mouth.
“Don’t play me,” Kame growls at him, locking their gazes together. Kazuya’s lips are slightly parted and his warm breaths tickle his chin. The man’s eyes are slightly narrowed but it doesn’t really seem like he minds - maybe he just actually likes it rough. At this point, Kame wouldn’t wonder.
Kazuya sucks in his lips with a wet sound and urges him on with his eyes. Kame feels bewitched as he submits to the hypnotizing pull, kissing him again, exploring his lips and his mouth, sucking his tongue in and groaning helplessly.
He’s starting to get excited.
He withdraws on his knees and pulls Kazuya up as well, breathing harshly against his face. Kazuya leans down to trail kisses down his shoulder, his thumb massaging a mole on his arm. Biting his lip at the image of messy black hair, Kame wonders what it would look like to see Kazuya’s head just a bit lower, shadowy eyes gazing up at him as his lips would be in good use.
He rips Kazuya’s dark jacket off and casts it in the ground before he slips his hands down the man’s lower back and into his briefs, pressing him closer and squeezing the soft but firm buttocks. Kazuya throws his head back with an arousing wail and grinds their crotches together.
For the first time, Kame feels morbidly pleased about Jin ditching him off on his run to America. Payback’s a bitch, and if he gets to sleep even once with a man as attractive and exciting as this, it’s sure as hell enough. Maybe free life isn’t so bad.
“Fuck me,” Kazuya’s husky voice tempts him, arms wrapping themselves around his neck. Kame wants to and knows he will. Kazuya’s has the perfect balance of straightforwardness and quiet sensual temptation he likes, and he doubts he would ever be able to resist his eyes when his body is free to grind against anyone he wants to.
He’ll fuck him hard and soft, fast and slow and get everything he possibly can out of him while he’s still available.
Kazuya unzips his pants and yanks them to his knees before his delicate fingers firmly cup the bulge in his boxer-briefs, caressing it through the fabric. Kame groans with a grimace and buries his face in the younger man’s neck, biting down experimentally. He hears the man’s breathing hitching as his hands leave Kame’s crotch and settle on his hips invitingly.
Kame strips his upper body of clothing and Kazuya caresses his chest with his hands. He leans down to nip at the small nipples, making Kame grumble incoherently and grab a strong hold of his hair. He still feels uneasy and furious when it comes to getting played with. He doesn’t want to lose his control - it’s not what he came here for.
“Strip,” he commands as he shoves Kazuya on the bed again, feasting his eyes over the sight. Kazuya curves his back temptingly and licks his lips as his hands travel lower and start slowly unzipping his trousers, revealing pale and slender legs. Kame joins him when it comes to ripping his briefs and socks off and raises his shirt up to his armpits, pressing their bodies together. He’s starting to ache for this.
Kazuya gasps as his cold chains come to contact with his bare skin and shivers, legs bending and thighs pressing against Kame’s hips. He squirms under him and lets out high and slow voices. Kame kicks his own clothes properly off before he takes a bruising hold of the lithe man’s wrists and forces him to stay put as he advances over him properly, grinding their hips experimentally together.
It’s thrilling when Kazuya closes his eyes and wails throatily, lips parted and dry. His legs are starting to feel hot to Kame’s touch and he removes himself from over the slender man, burying his face in his thigh. He kisses it roughly and enjoys how the muscle presses against his face and his own saliva brushes against his forehead as he goes down, listening to Kazuya’s exhilarating pants.
Kame grabs a strong hold of Kazuya’s hips and raises them slightly so that his lower back rests on his own bent knees. He curves his back as he massages Kame’s groin, avoiding the crucial part his lips hover over.
Kazuya’s fingers grip on the mattress desperately. He tilts his hips upwards and brushes his need against Kame’s face, earning a slow kiss on the side of his throbbing need. Kame chuckles and looks up at the man’s misty eyes, pressing his hips back against the mattress and crouching over.
He avoids Kazuya’s need and starts kissing his way under it, making the young man curse through his gasps and jerks. It’s a bit hard to keep him still as his body gets overdriven with lust but he manages, strong arms wrapped around Kazuya’s bent thighs. He gives some wet attention to his family jewels though, making the man shakily rise up to the support of his elbows, head thrown back every so often.
He wonders why the hell hasn’t he gone around sleeping with people like Jin probably has after the nasty fight that lead to a break-up. For years he’s probably been missing out on a lot, weakly just yearning after things like love and hope.
It’s not that he has lost those features of himself - it’s what makes him so bitter about everything. He’s always on the losing team, letting others have control over him. He’s just tired of being too weakened by them anymore.
Jin has crossed too many lines. If he’s angry, he wants to be angry as hell. Hurt him back.
Kazuya makes it the most thrilling revenge he’s ever gone through. He wonders if he’s into it for similar reasons, tired of sitting around waiting.
If they won’t come to them the easy and good way, a little forced jealousy might just do the trick.
He spreads Kazuya’s buttocks and hears him groan. His head is arched again so he isn’t able to see his face, only his sweaty neck and half-exposed stomach, a nice contrast of his skin against the white shirt.
He grabs a tight hold of Kazuya’s hair and kisses him roughly, devouring his taste before slamming him back on the mattress and spitting in his hand before starting to pump his shaft. Kazuya’s hips rock against his hand, eyes glazed with the pleasure. Kame grinds his hips against the crack of his butt, the sight seriously starting to get the best of him.
It’s difficult to think coherently anymore. Kazuya distracts him too much.
“Come closer,” the man murmurs and yanks him flirtingly forward from the chains, head tilted. Kame likes the way his dark hair goes with his brown eyes, making them seem dark and matte in a rocky way.
Kazuya isn’t a weakling. He’s kicking and playing the world before it plays him, charming everyone to do exactly what he wants. It’s probably the second best for stupid things like love and relationships.
Kame trails his hand down their bodies and pokes the man’s hole with his index finger, making his lips part soundlessly. He kisses him to the best of his abilities as he forces the digit in, making the man wince and struggle, eyebrows knitted together in discontentment.
“Lube,” the man snaps from under him, threatening to bite his lip painfully hard would he refuse. “I won’t do this raw. It’s been a while and I’m not giving up walking.”
Kame removes his finger and searches around the room with his eyes before Kazuya extends his arm to clumsily pull open one of the sections of his bedside drawer. Kame grabs a familiar-looking tube and opens the cap, squeezing some of its contents in his hand and quickly brushing his wet hand over his pulsating need, grimacing at the cold before continuing Kazuya’s preparation.
“Hurry,” Kazuya begs, legs bent over Kame’s shoulders as he waits, mouth hanging open from the fingers moving inside of him. “Oh please.”
Kame helps his member in before wiping his hand clean to the sheets and pressing Kazuya’s arms down above his head. Kazuya tries to yank them free and wails but Kame refuses to succumb as he starts pulling out slightly, gasping at the tightness.
It’s obvious Kazuya hasn’t had any for quite a while either.
Kazuya raises his head to catch Kame’s puckered lips for a heated and deep kiss, moans sliding in each other’s mouths and echoing softly. Kame starts picking up speed and enjoying Kazuya’s wails before the man has to pull away to arch his body better, starting to yell and wail louder, some coherent words like “god”, “fuck”, and “yes” passing his lips.
Kame lets go of the younger man’s arms and feels them quickly sliding down to his buttocks, guiding him better. He wraps his arms around the younger man, pressing their bodies close as the bed legs creak dangerously, headboard hitting the wall.
He really hasn’t gotten laid like this in a while.
He huffs as he comes, pulling out and feeling the wet sensation of semen slipping down along the lube. Kazuya trembles violently as he wipes him clean, his member still standing proudly in desperation.
He presses a smooch on the tip of the man’s member, driving him wild. He slides down the hard skin warily, careful with the man’s desperate rocking, hips jolting upwards to get deeper. Kazuya’s probably beyond the point of caring about his discomfort, just wanting release after the long torture.
He really is the king of temptation, skin sleek with sweat, red patches from the ride covering his slender body and still gorgeously sucking more from Kame, desperate for pleasure.
After a small moment Kazuya’s hips jolt strongly several times and he comes, almost choking him. Kame sucks him clean and swallows before sitting up again. Kazuya’s make up has smeared, making his eyes even darker than previously.
He sighs deeply and crashes to lie down on the bed beside the other man. He waits for his heartbeat to calm down as Kazuya absently scratches his stomach. After the sexual release the atmosphere is mostly apathetic. They’re back to their messed up lives.
“It feels a bit lonely like this,” Kazuya notes after a while, eyes fixed at the ceiling. “Not quite the same, no matter how good.”
Kame wraps his arms around the younger man’s body and pulls him close, back against his chest. He kisses the bony nape and buries his face in the ruffled dark hair, breathing in the musky scent.
“Better?”
It is, even if it’s just for a bit. They cuddle and shower each other with months’ worth of affection, chests aching as they access them again together.
There will be a day when they will be able to give their feelings to the right people, but that day isn’t today.
Posting some suggestive pictures in their false facebook accounts in friends locked albums sets the wheels going, though.
Author: prologuesized
Pairing: Kame/Kame, Akame
Rating: NC-17 (...or hard R? I suck with these.)
Genre: (AU because 2×Kame but still not really?!), PWP (...except mine often have a hint of a plot), Angst (and the triumph of revenge, I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT THE GENRES FOR THIS ARE XDDDD)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Summary: Best payback for cowardly ex-boyfriends while waiting for them to get their asses back where they belong? Hooking up with another hot man, obviously.
Author Note: pinkeuphoria1 and I got a little carried away discussing the hotness of LIPS!Kame and NMP!Kame last night. Then the image of them together invaded my mind and, well, for the sake of getting other people to think about it, here's a fic for you.
Kame refers to NMP!Kame, Kazuya to LIPS!Kame. Because I obviously can't keep calling them both with the same name... (I so messed up here and there, though.)
Wordcount: 3,000
NO MORE PAIN LIPS
He isn’t really sure why exactly he does what he does, but he enters a dating site during the hot month of June. It’s probably an extremely bad idea, but he doesn’t really care as he types in information about himself.
It’s not like he’s looking for a boyfriend or anything - he’s looking for a lay he'll actually be able to feel good around. His account could be just a stupid troll’s so it doesn’t matter.
He’s skimming uninterestedly through his so-called “heavenly matches” before his inbox alerts him of a message. He starts regretting the stupid idea and wonders what kind of pervert or troll is behind the quick contact, starting to feel a bit disgusted about himself.
Maybe he really is being just a bit too pathetic with the whole thing.
Aren’t you sexy the message says and Kame chuckles amusedly at the man’s profile picture. The man looks alarmingly much like himself, only he is more slender and charming, full of libido-awakening tease. Kame wonders if he’s getting trolled by this “Kazuya” but ends up chatting with him nonetheless.
Surprisingly, he finds himself intrigued by their similar personality and hobbies. By the evening they’ve set up a hook-up at the man’s place.
Kame feels like being reckless and decides to go, hoping to god he isn’t going to get disappointed as he applies eye shadow on his eyelid.
--
Kazuya welcomes him inside the house with a flirtatious smirk, pulling him gently from his chains. He looks gorgeous in his rocky attire, vibrant contrasts of black, white, red and blue mixed together fashionably. Kame chuckles at his eyeliner and shadow.
He looks good. Really, really good.
They break the ice with a deep kiss, all lips and tongue. When Kame has removed his shoes Kazuya leads him inside the apartment, walking confidently with a slight swing from his hips. It makes Kame remember why he’s there but they decide to start with a cup of tea and conversing what they actually want from the encounter.
“Sex,” Kame answers bluntly, stirring his tea with a small silver spoon. “I haven’t really had any in a while.”
“Me either,” the man shrugs, scowling at his cup before covering it up and smirking at him bitterly. “Too busy to go out searching for anyone?”
“It’s difficult searching for anyone I’d want outdoors,” Kame answers, scowling at his own cup. “Publicity.”
“I get that,” the younger man nods. “If you’re into men.”
They keep sipping their drinks silently for a while before Kame licks his lips and locks his eyes with the other one's’. “You look a bit tense.”
“I am,” Kazuya admits with a nod, eyes shining headstrongly. “You could say this is going to be a payback.”
“Payback?” Kame prompts him, growing worried all of sudden. He doesn’t really want to come in the middle of some relationship in case the man’s partner is overly possessive and ready to punch his face in, creating unnecessary drama that can potentially get him fired.
“My boyfriend left me almost a year ago,” Kazuya shrugs and talks uninterestedly, tilting his head as he keeps spinning his cup lazily. “He’s been back for quite some time now. We’ve been friends for months again but he just doesn’t approach me.”
“Oh,” Kame nods. Then it probably isn’t going to be a problem. “You think he’s still in love with you?”
“He is,” Kazuya smirks at him knowingly, eyes mischievous and sparkling with dark delight. “He’s just telling himself he can’t and doesn’t need me. I know better.”
“I know the feeling,” Kame scoffs, glaring out of the window to the darkening sky. “Mine walked away. Again.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“He’ll be back,” Kame grumbles darkly, drinking his cup dry. “He just needs some reminding of what he’s missing out on.”
Kazuya smirks at him over the table and Kame feels a sense between comrades arising.
“Come,” Kazuya murmurs at him softly as he stands up, pulling him in with his eyes. Kame bites his lip hesitantly and follows him, slightly afraid of the act itself. He hasn’t really gone around in a couple of years and even though they aren’t together, it does feel like cheating.
He doesn’t quite get how Jin is able to do it. How he wants to do it to the point of breaking up with him over and over again.
Kazuya sits on his bed and pats the free space next to him invitingly. Kame follows him down on the mattress and lets the man play suggestively with the white fabric hanging from his hips. The man removes it quickly and smells it before discarding it on the floor.
“No white flags,” he says in all seriousness, tilting his head a little, lips parted temptingly. “I don’t allow them.”
Kame leans forward to catch Kazuya’s lips, his palm slowly sliding down his clothed arm. Kazuya smirks mischievously and tilts his head further, eyes reflecting his desire in a teasing manner.
Somehow, Kazuya is all about teasing. It’s his strongest charm, so strong and vivid Kame swears it can leave anyone in the state of writhing and hot mess. He wonders how the hell has anyone even managed to resist him. It has to be one extremely stupid guy who certainly isn’t able to comprehend just how much he has been given.
Kame wonders what it would be like to own Kazuya’s heart. To feel the greedy passion of his touches and drown in his eyes, be held by him on a level beyond mere sexual interaction. Still, no matter how much he wonders, it feels unimaginable.
Kazuya is a tease after all, and even though he seems very willing to submit it still feels like a chase. Kame wonders if his man has just grown tired of chasing him, even if he has sometimes probably practically run in his arms.
A pink tongue brushes against his and Kame grimaces angrily, his heartbeat accelerating. He snakes his arms around Kazuya’s slender body and pulls him on his lap on the bed, enjoying the gentle curve the younger man’s body makes, urging him to lean forward to keep close to him.
For some strange reason, Kazuya seems to always have all the strings in his hands, playing his prey like a marionette.
Kame, in another hand, is sick and tired of being pulled around like a mere fool by everyone. He roughly throws Kazuya down on the mattress next to him and climbs over him, ignoring the grim resistance and scowl on the younger man’s face as he presses him down hard from his shoulder, keeping him put as he climbs over him and kisses him angrily, managing to emerge sweet hisses and whimpers from the hotness of his mouth.
“Don’t play me,” Kame growls at him, locking their gazes together. Kazuya’s lips are slightly parted and his warm breaths tickle his chin. The man’s eyes are slightly narrowed but it doesn’t really seem like he minds - maybe he just actually likes it rough. At this point, Kame wouldn’t wonder.
Kazuya sucks in his lips with a wet sound and urges him on with his eyes. Kame feels bewitched as he submits to the hypnotizing pull, kissing him again, exploring his lips and his mouth, sucking his tongue in and groaning helplessly.
He’s starting to get excited.
He withdraws on his knees and pulls Kazuya up as well, breathing harshly against his face. Kazuya leans down to trail kisses down his shoulder, his thumb massaging a mole on his arm. Biting his lip at the image of messy black hair, Kame wonders what it would look like to see Kazuya’s head just a bit lower, shadowy eyes gazing up at him as his lips would be in good use.
He rips Kazuya’s dark jacket off and casts it in the ground before he slips his hands down the man’s lower back and into his briefs, pressing him closer and squeezing the soft but firm buttocks. Kazuya throws his head back with an arousing wail and grinds their crotches together.
For the first time, Kame feels morbidly pleased about Jin ditching him off on his run to America. Payback’s a bitch, and if he gets to sleep even once with a man as attractive and exciting as this, it’s sure as hell enough. Maybe free life isn’t so bad.
“Fuck me,” Kazuya’s husky voice tempts him, arms wrapping themselves around his neck. Kame wants to and knows he will. Kazuya’s has the perfect balance of straightforwardness and quiet sensual temptation he likes, and he doubts he would ever be able to resist his eyes when his body is free to grind against anyone he wants to.
He’ll fuck him hard and soft, fast and slow and get everything he possibly can out of him while he’s still available.
Kazuya unzips his pants and yanks them to his knees before his delicate fingers firmly cup the bulge in his boxer-briefs, caressing it through the fabric. Kame groans with a grimace and buries his face in the younger man’s neck, biting down experimentally. He hears the man’s breathing hitching as his hands leave Kame’s crotch and settle on his hips invitingly.
Kame strips his upper body of clothing and Kazuya caresses his chest with his hands. He leans down to nip at the small nipples, making Kame grumble incoherently and grab a strong hold of his hair. He still feels uneasy and furious when it comes to getting played with. He doesn’t want to lose his control - it’s not what he came here for.
“Strip,” he commands as he shoves Kazuya on the bed again, feasting his eyes over the sight. Kazuya curves his back temptingly and licks his lips as his hands travel lower and start slowly unzipping his trousers, revealing pale and slender legs. Kame joins him when it comes to ripping his briefs and socks off and raises his shirt up to his armpits, pressing their bodies together. He’s starting to ache for this.
Kazuya gasps as his cold chains come to contact with his bare skin and shivers, legs bending and thighs pressing against Kame’s hips. He squirms under him and lets out high and slow voices. Kame kicks his own clothes properly off before he takes a bruising hold of the lithe man’s wrists and forces him to stay put as he advances over him properly, grinding their hips experimentally together.
It’s thrilling when Kazuya closes his eyes and wails throatily, lips parted and dry. His legs are starting to feel hot to Kame’s touch and he removes himself from over the slender man, burying his face in his thigh. He kisses it roughly and enjoys how the muscle presses against his face and his own saliva brushes against his forehead as he goes down, listening to Kazuya’s exhilarating pants.
Kame grabs a strong hold of Kazuya’s hips and raises them slightly so that his lower back rests on his own bent knees. He curves his back as he massages Kame’s groin, avoiding the crucial part his lips hover over.
Kazuya’s fingers grip on the mattress desperately. He tilts his hips upwards and brushes his need against Kame’s face, earning a slow kiss on the side of his throbbing need. Kame chuckles and looks up at the man’s misty eyes, pressing his hips back against the mattress and crouching over.
He avoids Kazuya’s need and starts kissing his way under it, making the young man curse through his gasps and jerks. It’s a bit hard to keep him still as his body gets overdriven with lust but he manages, strong arms wrapped around Kazuya’s bent thighs. He gives some wet attention to his family jewels though, making the man shakily rise up to the support of his elbows, head thrown back every so often.
He wonders why the hell hasn’t he gone around sleeping with people like Jin probably has after the nasty fight that lead to a break-up. For years he’s probably been missing out on a lot, weakly just yearning after things like love and hope.
It’s not that he has lost those features of himself - it’s what makes him so bitter about everything. He’s always on the losing team, letting others have control over him. He’s just tired of being too weakened by them anymore.
Jin has crossed too many lines. If he’s angry, he wants to be angry as hell. Hurt him back.
Kazuya makes it the most thrilling revenge he’s ever gone through. He wonders if he’s into it for similar reasons, tired of sitting around waiting.
If they won’t come to them the easy and good way, a little forced jealousy might just do the trick.
He spreads Kazuya’s buttocks and hears him groan. His head is arched again so he isn’t able to see his face, only his sweaty neck and half-exposed stomach, a nice contrast of his skin against the white shirt.
He grabs a tight hold of Kazuya’s hair and kisses him roughly, devouring his taste before slamming him back on the mattress and spitting in his hand before starting to pump his shaft. Kazuya’s hips rock against his hand, eyes glazed with the pleasure. Kame grinds his hips against the crack of his butt, the sight seriously starting to get the best of him.
It’s difficult to think coherently anymore. Kazuya distracts him too much.
“Come closer,” the man murmurs and yanks him flirtingly forward from the chains, head tilted. Kame likes the way his dark hair goes with his brown eyes, making them seem dark and matte in a rocky way.
Kazuya isn’t a weakling. He’s kicking and playing the world before it plays him, charming everyone to do exactly what he wants. It’s probably the second best for stupid things like love and relationships.
Kame trails his hand down their bodies and pokes the man’s hole with his index finger, making his lips part soundlessly. He kisses him to the best of his abilities as he forces the digit in, making the man wince and struggle, eyebrows knitted together in discontentment.
“Lube,” the man snaps from under him, threatening to bite his lip painfully hard would he refuse. “I won’t do this raw. It’s been a while and I’m not giving up walking.”
Kame removes his finger and searches around the room with his eyes before Kazuya extends his arm to clumsily pull open one of the sections of his bedside drawer. Kame grabs a familiar-looking tube and opens the cap, squeezing some of its contents in his hand and quickly brushing his wet hand over his pulsating need, grimacing at the cold before continuing Kazuya’s preparation.
“Hurry,” Kazuya begs, legs bent over Kame’s shoulders as he waits, mouth hanging open from the fingers moving inside of him. “Oh please.”
Kame helps his member in before wiping his hand clean to the sheets and pressing Kazuya’s arms down above his head. Kazuya tries to yank them free and wails but Kame refuses to succumb as he starts pulling out slightly, gasping at the tightness.
It’s obvious Kazuya hasn’t had any for quite a while either.
Kazuya raises his head to catch Kame’s puckered lips for a heated and deep kiss, moans sliding in each other’s mouths and echoing softly. Kame starts picking up speed and enjoying Kazuya’s wails before the man has to pull away to arch his body better, starting to yell and wail louder, some coherent words like “god”, “fuck”, and “yes” passing his lips.
Kame lets go of the younger man’s arms and feels them quickly sliding down to his buttocks, guiding him better. He wraps his arms around the younger man, pressing their bodies close as the bed legs creak dangerously, headboard hitting the wall.
He really hasn’t gotten laid like this in a while.
He huffs as he comes, pulling out and feeling the wet sensation of semen slipping down along the lube. Kazuya trembles violently as he wipes him clean, his member still standing proudly in desperation.
He presses a smooch on the tip of the man’s member, driving him wild. He slides down the hard skin warily, careful with the man’s desperate rocking, hips jolting upwards to get deeper. Kazuya’s probably beyond the point of caring about his discomfort, just wanting release after the long torture.
He really is the king of temptation, skin sleek with sweat, red patches from the ride covering his slender body and still gorgeously sucking more from Kame, desperate for pleasure.
After a small moment Kazuya’s hips jolt strongly several times and he comes, almost choking him. Kame sucks him clean and swallows before sitting up again. Kazuya’s make up has smeared, making his eyes even darker than previously.
He sighs deeply and crashes to lie down on the bed beside the other man. He waits for his heartbeat to calm down as Kazuya absently scratches his stomach. After the sexual release the atmosphere is mostly apathetic. They’re back to their messed up lives.
“It feels a bit lonely like this,” Kazuya notes after a while, eyes fixed at the ceiling. “Not quite the same, no matter how good.”
Kame wraps his arms around the younger man’s body and pulls him close, back against his chest. He kisses the bony nape and buries his face in the ruffled dark hair, breathing in the musky scent.
“Better?”
It is, even if it’s just for a bit. They cuddle and shower each other with months’ worth of affection, chests aching as they access them again together.
There will be a day when they will be able to give their feelings to the right people, but that day isn’t today.
Posting some suggestive pictures in their false facebook accounts in friends locked albums sets the wheels going, though.