fic; come on get higher
Title: Come on get higher
Pairing: Pin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It is like a tumult of energy and desperation and raw need that starts it.
Author’s Note: 2335 words, PWP. Happy Friday! :3 Lol sorry for the spam lately, my brain clearly approves of me writing anything that isn’t for my two exchanges. XD So here’s some Pin! ♥ I hope you enjoy it! :) The title is from the song of the same name by Matt Nathanson. ♥
It is like a tumult of energy and desperation and raw need that starts it. Just an inexplicable desire to press against each other and lick his way into Pi’s mouth. He’d been thinking of this for weeks on his own over in freaking Budapest, cut off from the world because Pi still refuses to get a secret Twitter (he’s too much of a goody-two-shoes that way) and Jin won’t pay to call him. Pi also has no idea how to properly use Skype even though Jin has showed him hundreds of times and in the end, sporadic emails were the only way to communicate across the miles of land and ocean between them.
Jin had told himself, when he’d started to realize that the way he actively missed Pi, that once he returned to Japan he’d just go for it. It probably helped that Ryo had told him Pi was acting like a lovesick teenage girl and that Josh promised to murder him in his sleep if he had to listen to Jin whine about Pi again.
And now he’s back, he probably hasn’t even been in the country for more than 24 hours and he’s pressing Pi up against the door and kissing him like he has no other purpose in the world. He thinks he could live with that, especially if Pi continues making noises like this, the kind that has Jin kissing him harder.
Pi’s hands slide around Jin’s waist and into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling him closer. Jin gasps when they rock together, feels Pi smirk against his lips before he pulls back and Jin groans, unimpressed. “What’re you doing?” he questions flatly, refusing to stop, trailing his lips across Pi’s jaw.
“It’s nice to see you, too,” Pi says, amused. “Missed me?”
“Shut up,” Jin says. “I bet you missed me just as much. Probably more.”
“Shouldn’t we talk about this?” Pi questions.
“No,” Jin replies, miffed by how calm Pi sounds when he’s just about ready to burst at the seams. “Later,” he adds, and then cuts off Pi’s chance to speak by pressing their mouths together.
Pi makes an appreciative noise that has Jin grinning and grabbing the hem of Pi’s shirt and tugging it up along his body until they break apart for Jin to pull it over his head. It lands on the pile of shoes in the genkan and is quickly followed by Jin’s shirt as well. Pi’s fingers skate across his skin, somehow warm and cold at the same time, making Jin shiver under his touch, roll his hips harder against Pi’s body.
“Bed,” Jin breathes against Pi’s lips and Pi nods, finally slipping out of his shoes that Jin hadn’t earlier given him the chance to do, and then he’s walking past him, pulling Jin along with fingers that start at his wrist and slip down to entwine with Jin. His palm is warm against Jin’s and he squeezes back as Pi leads the way to his room, pushing aside the door only to press Jin up against it in the next second, reversing their positions from earlier and taking the lead. And it’s hot, and exactly what Jin wants, can’t even count on one hand how many times he’s thought about this since whenever his attraction to Pi started.
He slides his hands up along Pi’s back and into his hair, the soft strands slipping between his fingers and gripping tight when Pi grinds against him and drags his teeth across Jin’s collarbone. “Fuck,” he hisses, shuddering so violently against the door that his head collides back painfully. “Watch it,” he says to Pi who just smirks into his skin, flicking his eyes up to Jin’s, and Jin has to swallow back a gasp from that heated look.
Then they're kissing again, tongues meeting over and over in an erotic dance until they’re left breathless and desperate, moving as one against the door, the creaking noise of the joints reverberate throughout the otherwise silent apartment. Only when Jin reaches his hands to the front of Pi’s jeans and undoes the button and zipper do they finally move away, Pi grabbing his hands and pushing him toward the bed.
They collapse upon it in a tangle of limbs like they’re predisposed to not break apart longer than necessary. Jin is perfectly fine with this closeness, doesn’t think he could walk away from Pi right now even if he tried. He wants to be as close as he can, feel every inch of Pi against his skin until he’s drowning in it, in being with him, becoming one with him.
“What’re you thinking?” Pi asks suddenly, lifting his head from where he’s been licking his way down Jin’s throat and meeting Jin’s eyes.
“Right now I’m wondering why you’re even talking,” Jin replies tartly, and when Pi narrows his eyes at him, he adds, “I was thinking that it’s taken way too long for us to get to this.”
Pi laughs, the sound rumbles inside of Jin, warm and soft and pleasant as it settles in his veins, makes him smile. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about this,” Pi says.
“I don’t,” Jin replies. “Not right now.”
“Good,” Pi says, “because I don’t think I can stop,” and then he kisses Jin again, slowly, deeply, and it’s like they’re putting every single feeling and emotion that has been building up inside them for god knows how long, letting it out into the simplest way they know how, because it’s easier to do it like this than to talk about it; they’ve always understood each other like this, anyway, and right now it’s no different.
Jin can tell what Pi likes just from how he reacts, how he shivers when Jin trails his fingers up his spine, how he groans when they rock together eagerly, how he laughs into the crook of Jin’s neck when Jin complains that his foot might be falling asleep.
“Shut up,” Jin grumbles, embarrassed, and retaliates by slipping his hand down the open front of Pi’s jeans. Pi’s smirk instantly fades into a look of bliss, pressing his forehead against Jin’s chest as Jin rubs his palm against his erection.
He thinks it should probably be awkward, being like this with Pi when they haven’t talked about it, but it’s not. It’s the most natural thing to him, the way they fit together like this, like Jin has always known exactly what to do and how to do it. And Pi, Pi just gasps into Jin’s skin, hips moving into Jin’s hand once Jin touches him directly, pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs with his other hand.
“Jin,” Pi breathes harshly, and the sound is like music to Jin’s ears. He’s stopped suddenly, however, Pi’s hand shakily wrapping around his wrist and pulling it away. “Wait,” he says when he catches Jin’s confusion. “Not yet.”
And then Pi’s undoing Jin’s pants, backing off of him to get the rest of his clothes off and onto the floor. He kicks out of his own as well, and when they meet again it’s just skin against skin, soft and smooth and warm under their fingertips.
Jin thinks he could be content just lying here and kissing, but his arousal is screaming at him relentlessly, and every time they move together he urge becomes too strong to ignore. He breaks away and reaches toward the bedside table, aiming for the drawer and instead smacking his phone to the floor. “Shit,” he mutters and Pi chuckles, rolling off him and ignoring Jin’s protest in order to pick it up. He yanks open the drawer and finds what they need and is instantly pulled back by Jin who takes the small tube from him and kisses him fiercely.
His fingers tremble only a bit when he reaches between his legs and preps himself. Pi kneels above him and watches with dark, intense eyes that Jin has never seen before. It makes him hotter and harder and more desperate as if it was even possible, and he’s prepping himself with more intent he’s put into anything.
“God,” Pi breathes, “You look so hot right now,” and that only makes Jin work harder, the look of amazement that fills Pi’s eyes, like he can’t believe what he’s witnessing.
Jin flushes at that, slightly embarrassed by the attention, but then Pi is kissing him again and he forgets about it in favor of tasting as much of Pi as he can. It only lasts a few moments because then Jin finds that spot he’s looking for and trembles beneath Pi, tearing his mouth away to moan loudly, his head tilting back and exposing his throat. Pi trails his lips down the skin there, sucking softly at a spot until Jin pushes him away, gasping, “I still have to film,” and Pi laughs and backs off.
Their eyes meet for a moment and it’s like a million words get exchanged between them. Jin slips his fingers out of himself and grabs the condom, tearing the foil with his teeth before he puts it on for Pi, who sucks in a breath and lets it out shakily, and their gazes remain locked the whole while. Then Pi is settling between Jin’s legs, pushing them up until Jin wraps them around his waist and then he’s pushing in and breaking eye contact as his head falls, hair shielding his face, and a choked noise escapes from the back of his throat.
Jin’s eyes clench shut as he feels every inch of Pi slowly fill him. He reaches his hands out and grips his onto Pi’s arms, feeling the muscles strain beneath his fingertips as Pi makes it in completely and seems to use every fiber of his being to stay still and wait for Jin to adjust. But Jin is not the waiting kind of type, and now that they’re here, finally, in this moment, joining together like he’s wanted for so long, like they’ve both wanted for so long but have been too stubborn or too scared to admit it, the last thing Jin wants to do is wait.
He slides one hand from Pi’s arm up to his face, swiping his hair from his eyes until Pi meets his gaze, and every dirty thing he was thinking to say dies in his throat from that look. All that comes out is an airy, “Tomohisa,” and that’s enough. It’s like something in Pi snaps, a switch turning on, and then he’s moving, pulling back and then thrusting in and his low groan fills Jin’s ears as he lays back and takes it.
“Fuck, Jin-” Pi gasps, his fingers tightening on Jin’s hips and pulling him into every rock of his hips. It’s hard and fast, frantic and needy, just like earlier when Jin had nearly ambushed Pi when he’d arrived after finishing up his work. And it’s what Jin craves because taking it slow and drawing it out is just not an option, not now when he’s so riled up, when he knows Pi is too, neither of them able to do more than simply ride the wave of passion together.
And it’s better than Jin could’ve ever imagined, this feeling welling up inside him, filling his veins so completely he thinks he might spontaneously combust from it. It doesn’t help that Pi is continuously breathing his name over and over with each movement, and Jin has to thread his fingers into Pi’s hair, pull him down and silence him with his lips because it’s too much, all of it is too much, his skin burning and the need for release almost painful.
As if Pi can read his mind, he lets go of Jin’s hip and reaches his hand between them to wrap around Jin’s cock. Jin’s back arches, fingers tugging involuntarily on Pi’s hair but it only makes Pi groan against his jaw when their kiss breaks with Jin’s sudden cry. And then Pi finds that spot inside that has Jin writhing with undiluted pleasure, and he presses against that spot with every deep thrust until Jin finally gives into the overwhelming sensation.
He screams out as he comes, his body tensing and his vision turning into a bright white that seems to blind him for that indescribable moment. And then he can finally breathe again, the air rushing back into his lungs as he slumps bonelessly against the sheets. He feels Pi fighting past the resistance of his body, struggling to make it to his own release, and Jin slips his fingers down along his cheek, pulling him down to kiss him languidly and that’s all Pi needs to follow after, Jin drinking in his low moan that rocks through them both.
Pi collapses upon him afterward, breathing heavily into Jin’s neck until Jin squirms and finally pushes him away. Gathering all of his strength he manages to sit up and rifle through the open table drawer to find a packet of tissues and uses them to clean them up.
They lie beneath the covers afterward, close together, sinking into each other’s warmth, and Jin can almost hear Pi’s heart beat in rhythm with his.
“So,” Pi says after a moment, “now do we talk about it?”
Jin smiles against Pi’s skin. “I think you fucking me just said everything that needed to be said,” he replies and Pi laughs.
“So romantic, Jin,” he teases, his fingers twist in Jin’s hair.
“What,” Jin says flatly. “I don’t think I need to tell you I love you, since it’s pretty fucking obvious.”
Pi mock-gasps and asks in an exaggerated surprised voice, “You love me?”
Jin laughs, shoves at him until Pi joins his laughter and pulls him close again, hands cupping his face, and kisses him deeply. When he retreats he grins and says loftily, “I guess I love you too,” and swallows Jin’s indignant squawk with another kiss.
end.
note: i hope you liked it!! thank you for reading~ ♥ :3
Pairing: Pin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It is like a tumult of energy and desperation and raw need that starts it.
Author’s Note: 2335 words, PWP. Happy Friday! :3 Lol sorry for the spam lately, my brain clearly approves of me writing anything that isn’t for my two exchanges. XD So here’s some Pin! ♥ I hope you enjoy it! :) The title is from the song of the same name by Matt Nathanson. ♥
It is like a tumult of energy and desperation and raw need that starts it. Just an inexplicable desire to press against each other and lick his way into Pi’s mouth. He’d been thinking of this for weeks on his own over in freaking Budapest, cut off from the world because Pi still refuses to get a secret Twitter (he’s too much of a goody-two-shoes that way) and Jin won’t pay to call him. Pi also has no idea how to properly use Skype even though Jin has showed him hundreds of times and in the end, sporadic emails were the only way to communicate across the miles of land and ocean between them.
Jin had told himself, when he’d started to realize that the way he actively missed Pi, that once he returned to Japan he’d just go for it. It probably helped that Ryo had told him Pi was acting like a lovesick teenage girl and that Josh promised to murder him in his sleep if he had to listen to Jin whine about Pi again.
And now he’s back, he probably hasn’t even been in the country for more than 24 hours and he’s pressing Pi up against the door and kissing him like he has no other purpose in the world. He thinks he could live with that, especially if Pi continues making noises like this, the kind that has Jin kissing him harder.
Pi’s hands slide around Jin’s waist and into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling him closer. Jin gasps when they rock together, feels Pi smirk against his lips before he pulls back and Jin groans, unimpressed. “What’re you doing?” he questions flatly, refusing to stop, trailing his lips across Pi’s jaw.
“It’s nice to see you, too,” Pi says, amused. “Missed me?”
“Shut up,” Jin says. “I bet you missed me just as much. Probably more.”
“Shouldn’t we talk about this?” Pi questions.
“No,” Jin replies, miffed by how calm Pi sounds when he’s just about ready to burst at the seams. “Later,” he adds, and then cuts off Pi’s chance to speak by pressing their mouths together.
Pi makes an appreciative noise that has Jin grinning and grabbing the hem of Pi’s shirt and tugging it up along his body until they break apart for Jin to pull it over his head. It lands on the pile of shoes in the genkan and is quickly followed by Jin’s shirt as well. Pi’s fingers skate across his skin, somehow warm and cold at the same time, making Jin shiver under his touch, roll his hips harder against Pi’s body.
“Bed,” Jin breathes against Pi’s lips and Pi nods, finally slipping out of his shoes that Jin hadn’t earlier given him the chance to do, and then he’s walking past him, pulling Jin along with fingers that start at his wrist and slip down to entwine with Jin. His palm is warm against Jin’s and he squeezes back as Pi leads the way to his room, pushing aside the door only to press Jin up against it in the next second, reversing their positions from earlier and taking the lead. And it’s hot, and exactly what Jin wants, can’t even count on one hand how many times he’s thought about this since whenever his attraction to Pi started.
He slides his hands up along Pi’s back and into his hair, the soft strands slipping between his fingers and gripping tight when Pi grinds against him and drags his teeth across Jin’s collarbone. “Fuck,” he hisses, shuddering so violently against the door that his head collides back painfully. “Watch it,” he says to Pi who just smirks into his skin, flicking his eyes up to Jin’s, and Jin has to swallow back a gasp from that heated look.
Then they're kissing again, tongues meeting over and over in an erotic dance until they’re left breathless and desperate, moving as one against the door, the creaking noise of the joints reverberate throughout the otherwise silent apartment. Only when Jin reaches his hands to the front of Pi’s jeans and undoes the button and zipper do they finally move away, Pi grabbing his hands and pushing him toward the bed.
They collapse upon it in a tangle of limbs like they’re predisposed to not break apart longer than necessary. Jin is perfectly fine with this closeness, doesn’t think he could walk away from Pi right now even if he tried. He wants to be as close as he can, feel every inch of Pi against his skin until he’s drowning in it, in being with him, becoming one with him.
“What’re you thinking?” Pi asks suddenly, lifting his head from where he’s been licking his way down Jin’s throat and meeting Jin’s eyes.
“Right now I’m wondering why you’re even talking,” Jin replies tartly, and when Pi narrows his eyes at him, he adds, “I was thinking that it’s taken way too long for us to get to this.”
Pi laughs, the sound rumbles inside of Jin, warm and soft and pleasant as it settles in his veins, makes him smile. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about this,” Pi says.
“I don’t,” Jin replies. “Not right now.”
“Good,” Pi says, “because I don’t think I can stop,” and then he kisses Jin again, slowly, deeply, and it’s like they’re putting every single feeling and emotion that has been building up inside them for god knows how long, letting it out into the simplest way they know how, because it’s easier to do it like this than to talk about it; they’ve always understood each other like this, anyway, and right now it’s no different.
Jin can tell what Pi likes just from how he reacts, how he shivers when Jin trails his fingers up his spine, how he groans when they rock together eagerly, how he laughs into the crook of Jin’s neck when Jin complains that his foot might be falling asleep.
“Shut up,” Jin grumbles, embarrassed, and retaliates by slipping his hand down the open front of Pi’s jeans. Pi’s smirk instantly fades into a look of bliss, pressing his forehead against Jin’s chest as Jin rubs his palm against his erection.
He thinks it should probably be awkward, being like this with Pi when they haven’t talked about it, but it’s not. It’s the most natural thing to him, the way they fit together like this, like Jin has always known exactly what to do and how to do it. And Pi, Pi just gasps into Jin’s skin, hips moving into Jin’s hand once Jin touches him directly, pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs with his other hand.
“Jin,” Pi breathes harshly, and the sound is like music to Jin’s ears. He’s stopped suddenly, however, Pi’s hand shakily wrapping around his wrist and pulling it away. “Wait,” he says when he catches Jin’s confusion. “Not yet.”
And then Pi’s undoing Jin’s pants, backing off of him to get the rest of his clothes off and onto the floor. He kicks out of his own as well, and when they meet again it’s just skin against skin, soft and smooth and warm under their fingertips.
Jin thinks he could be content just lying here and kissing, but his arousal is screaming at him relentlessly, and every time they move together he urge becomes too strong to ignore. He breaks away and reaches toward the bedside table, aiming for the drawer and instead smacking his phone to the floor. “Shit,” he mutters and Pi chuckles, rolling off him and ignoring Jin’s protest in order to pick it up. He yanks open the drawer and finds what they need and is instantly pulled back by Jin who takes the small tube from him and kisses him fiercely.
His fingers tremble only a bit when he reaches between his legs and preps himself. Pi kneels above him and watches with dark, intense eyes that Jin has never seen before. It makes him hotter and harder and more desperate as if it was even possible, and he’s prepping himself with more intent he’s put into anything.
“God,” Pi breathes, “You look so hot right now,” and that only makes Jin work harder, the look of amazement that fills Pi’s eyes, like he can’t believe what he’s witnessing.
Jin flushes at that, slightly embarrassed by the attention, but then Pi is kissing him again and he forgets about it in favor of tasting as much of Pi as he can. It only lasts a few moments because then Jin finds that spot he’s looking for and trembles beneath Pi, tearing his mouth away to moan loudly, his head tilting back and exposing his throat. Pi trails his lips down the skin there, sucking softly at a spot until Jin pushes him away, gasping, “I still have to film,” and Pi laughs and backs off.
Their eyes meet for a moment and it’s like a million words get exchanged between them. Jin slips his fingers out of himself and grabs the condom, tearing the foil with his teeth before he puts it on for Pi, who sucks in a breath and lets it out shakily, and their gazes remain locked the whole while. Then Pi is settling between Jin’s legs, pushing them up until Jin wraps them around his waist and then he’s pushing in and breaking eye contact as his head falls, hair shielding his face, and a choked noise escapes from the back of his throat.
Jin’s eyes clench shut as he feels every inch of Pi slowly fill him. He reaches his hands out and grips his onto Pi’s arms, feeling the muscles strain beneath his fingertips as Pi makes it in completely and seems to use every fiber of his being to stay still and wait for Jin to adjust. But Jin is not the waiting kind of type, and now that they’re here, finally, in this moment, joining together like he’s wanted for so long, like they’ve both wanted for so long but have been too stubborn or too scared to admit it, the last thing Jin wants to do is wait.
He slides one hand from Pi’s arm up to his face, swiping his hair from his eyes until Pi meets his gaze, and every dirty thing he was thinking to say dies in his throat from that look. All that comes out is an airy, “Tomohisa,” and that’s enough. It’s like something in Pi snaps, a switch turning on, and then he’s moving, pulling back and then thrusting in and his low groan fills Jin’s ears as he lays back and takes it.
“Fuck, Jin-” Pi gasps, his fingers tightening on Jin’s hips and pulling him into every rock of his hips. It’s hard and fast, frantic and needy, just like earlier when Jin had nearly ambushed Pi when he’d arrived after finishing up his work. And it’s what Jin craves because taking it slow and drawing it out is just not an option, not now when he’s so riled up, when he knows Pi is too, neither of them able to do more than simply ride the wave of passion together.
And it’s better than Jin could’ve ever imagined, this feeling welling up inside him, filling his veins so completely he thinks he might spontaneously combust from it. It doesn’t help that Pi is continuously breathing his name over and over with each movement, and Jin has to thread his fingers into Pi’s hair, pull him down and silence him with his lips because it’s too much, all of it is too much, his skin burning and the need for release almost painful.
As if Pi can read his mind, he lets go of Jin’s hip and reaches his hand between them to wrap around Jin’s cock. Jin’s back arches, fingers tugging involuntarily on Pi’s hair but it only makes Pi groan against his jaw when their kiss breaks with Jin’s sudden cry. And then Pi finds that spot inside that has Jin writhing with undiluted pleasure, and he presses against that spot with every deep thrust until Jin finally gives into the overwhelming sensation.
He screams out as he comes, his body tensing and his vision turning into a bright white that seems to blind him for that indescribable moment. And then he can finally breathe again, the air rushing back into his lungs as he slumps bonelessly against the sheets. He feels Pi fighting past the resistance of his body, struggling to make it to his own release, and Jin slips his fingers down along his cheek, pulling him down to kiss him languidly and that’s all Pi needs to follow after, Jin drinking in his low moan that rocks through them both.
Pi collapses upon him afterward, breathing heavily into Jin’s neck until Jin squirms and finally pushes him away. Gathering all of his strength he manages to sit up and rifle through the open table drawer to find a packet of tissues and uses them to clean them up.
They lie beneath the covers afterward, close together, sinking into each other’s warmth, and Jin can almost hear Pi’s heart beat in rhythm with his.
“So,” Pi says after a moment, “now do we talk about it?”
Jin smiles against Pi’s skin. “I think you fucking me just said everything that needed to be said,” he replies and Pi laughs.
“So romantic, Jin,” he teases, his fingers twist in Jin’s hair.
“What,” Jin says flatly. “I don’t think I need to tell you I love you, since it’s pretty fucking obvious.”
Pi mock-gasps and asks in an exaggerated surprised voice, “You love me?”
Jin laughs, shoves at him until Pi joins his laughter and pulls him close again, hands cupping his face, and kisses him deeply. When he retreats he grins and says loftily, “I guess I love you too,” and swallows Jin’s indignant squawk with another kiss.
end.
note: i hope you liked it!! thank you for reading~ ♥ :3