drabble - punishment
Oct. 1st, 2009 01:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matchyficFandom: KAT-TUN
Characters: Kame, Jin
Pairings: Akame
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17, yaoi, rps
Status: Complete
Jin looks down at his feet in dawning dismay as he sees the liquid pooling at his feet. He's still cursing himself in his mind and doesn't register the faint footsteps until they stop right behind him.
He's therefore, completely taken by surprise when he's suddenly shoved from behind and yelps when he stumbles into the wall. "Didn't I tell you not to," Kame hisses into his ear and he shudders in spite of himself, unsure whether to move away or into Kame.
"Kame-" he gasps, but is cut short when a hand tangles in his hair and his face is pushed against the wall.
"Fucking listen to me," Kame growls, and Jin jerks as he reaches around to yank at his belt. "You're going to do exactly what I tell you," Kame continues, and Jin isn't capable of articulating any words now, because Kame has curled his hand around Jin's cock and is rubbing him hard and dry, the rough treatment somehow managing to make Jin hard within mere seconds. He tries to push back into Kame, to increase the contact and whines when Kame just drops his hand from Jin's hair to curl around his neck.
"You're going to do exactly what I tell you," Kame repeats, and Jin isn't really in the state of mind to fight his words, not when Kame's hand is rubbing and tugging at his cock, just the way he likes it.
Jin moans out a vague agreement at the same time Kame stills his hand completely. Jin freezes for about two seconds, then he's moaning and panting, fighting Kame's steely grip on his neck (fuck that stupid boxing drama and fuck Kame and and fuck his fucking perfectionism) and is almost on the verge of breaking Kame's grip to turn around when Kame pins him harder against the wall, and bites at his shoulder.
Jin freezes and tries not to give Kame the satisfaction of a response, but cannot stop himself from arching back into Kame a bit anyway. The way Kame's grip tightens on his neck shows Jin that he's noticed. He keeps absolutely still as Kame's hand starts moving again, but again, he's moving too slowly, Kame's too slow, dammit.
Kame is unmoved at Jin's breathless gasps and moans, and takes his own sweet time. By the time Kame's hand is moving at almost the speed Jin wants him to, he's nearly at the end of his control. Just a little more and Jin can finally-
Kame seems to have the same idea because he stops. Again. Jin is incoherent at this stage, and has no idea what Kame is doing. Kame licks the back of his neck and squeezes him hard when he gasps out the question.
"You're fucking going to come when I tell you to," Kame murmurs. "Not one second before, not one second after." Jin nearly cries out when the slow torture starts over, and the whole process is repeated again and again. And again.
He's ready to break down and beg the fifth time Kame does it and tells Kame as much. "I can't," he gasps out, eyes squeezed shut as if he could somehow get away from the overload of stimulation, his palms clawing at the wall in frustration. "I can't do it Kame, I'm going to, I'm going to," he babbles, and actually screams when Kame stops. Fucking again.
"No you're not," Kame murmurs, lips moving against Jin's earlobe. Jin shudders violently and bites his lips so hard he tastes blood. He arches back, and almost climbs the wall to get away when Kame starts moving against him for the first time.
"Kame I can't, I can't," he whispers, blackness at the edge of his vision when Kame moves against him slowly and leisurely. He feels himself going limp and wonders weakly if anyone has actually blacked out from an overload of stimulation and whether he'd be the first one.
Kame bites his ear, and the sharp pain shocks Jin enough to bring him back to himself. "Yes," Kame breathes, kissing and licking his way down the side of Jin's neck. "Yes, you can."
Jin turns his head and presses his face into the wall, welcoming the smooth coolness and somehow, miraculously finds a vestige of strength to hold on to while Kame moves against him and whispers into him and tugs at him. When Kame finally, finally lets him come, Jin arches up into his release and it's so powerful and intense that it takes him quite a while to get back into a state where he can actually think. Or talk.
"Okay?" Kame asks afterward, when they're both collapsed into a panting pile, pushing his fingers into the sweaty locks of hair. Jin hums and leans into the touch. Kame rolls his eyes and tugs gently at the fine strands. "And?"
Jin huffs and turns over, burying his face in Kame's neck. "And I'll never touch your precious Jinro Soju ever egain, there, happy?"
Kame bites off a smile and just tugs at Jin's hair in revenge when he hears the muffled mutter of "you lush" coming from the vicinity of his chest.
---End.
Characters: Kame, Jin
Pairings: Akame
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17, yaoi, rps
Status: Complete
Jin looks down at his feet in dawning dismay as he sees the liquid pooling at his feet. He's still cursing himself in his mind and doesn't register the faint footsteps until they stop right behind him.
He's therefore, completely taken by surprise when he's suddenly shoved from behind and yelps when he stumbles into the wall. "Didn't I tell you not to," Kame hisses into his ear and he shudders in spite of himself, unsure whether to move away or into Kame.
"Kame-" he gasps, but is cut short when a hand tangles in his hair and his face is pushed against the wall.
"Fucking listen to me," Kame growls, and Jin jerks as he reaches around to yank at his belt. "You're going to do exactly what I tell you," Kame continues, and Jin isn't capable of articulating any words now, because Kame has curled his hand around Jin's cock and is rubbing him hard and dry, the rough treatment somehow managing to make Jin hard within mere seconds. He tries to push back into Kame, to increase the contact and whines when Kame just drops his hand from Jin's hair to curl around his neck.
"You're going to do exactly what I tell you," Kame repeats, and Jin isn't really in the state of mind to fight his words, not when Kame's hand is rubbing and tugging at his cock, just the way he likes it.
Jin moans out a vague agreement at the same time Kame stills his hand completely. Jin freezes for about two seconds, then he's moaning and panting, fighting Kame's steely grip on his neck (fuck that stupid boxing drama and fuck Kame and and fuck his fucking perfectionism) and is almost on the verge of breaking Kame's grip to turn around when Kame pins him harder against the wall, and bites at his shoulder.
Jin freezes and tries not to give Kame the satisfaction of a response, but cannot stop himself from arching back into Kame a bit anyway. The way Kame's grip tightens on his neck shows Jin that he's noticed. He keeps absolutely still as Kame's hand starts moving again, but again, he's moving too slowly, Kame's too slow, dammit.
Kame is unmoved at Jin's breathless gasps and moans, and takes his own sweet time. By the time Kame's hand is moving at almost the speed Jin wants him to, he's nearly at the end of his control. Just a little more and Jin can finally-
Kame seems to have the same idea because he stops. Again. Jin is incoherent at this stage, and has no idea what Kame is doing. Kame licks the back of his neck and squeezes him hard when he gasps out the question.
"You're fucking going to come when I tell you to," Kame murmurs. "Not one second before, not one second after." Jin nearly cries out when the slow torture starts over, and the whole process is repeated again and again. And again.
He's ready to break down and beg the fifth time Kame does it and tells Kame as much. "I can't," he gasps out, eyes squeezed shut as if he could somehow get away from the overload of stimulation, his palms clawing at the wall in frustration. "I can't do it Kame, I'm going to, I'm going to," he babbles, and actually screams when Kame stops. Fucking again.
"No you're not," Kame murmurs, lips moving against Jin's earlobe. Jin shudders violently and bites his lips so hard he tastes blood. He arches back, and almost climbs the wall to get away when Kame starts moving against him for the first time.
"Kame I can't, I can't," he whispers, blackness at the edge of his vision when Kame moves against him slowly and leisurely. He feels himself going limp and wonders weakly if anyone has actually blacked out from an overload of stimulation and whether he'd be the first one.
Kame bites his ear, and the sharp pain shocks Jin enough to bring him back to himself. "Yes," Kame breathes, kissing and licking his way down the side of Jin's neck. "Yes, you can."
Jin turns his head and presses his face into the wall, welcoming the smooth coolness and somehow, miraculously finds a vestige of strength to hold on to while Kame moves against him and whispers into him and tugs at him. When Kame finally, finally lets him come, Jin arches up into his release and it's so powerful and intense that it takes him quite a while to get back into a state where he can actually think. Or talk.
"Okay?" Kame asks afterward, when they're both collapsed into a panting pile, pushing his fingers into the sweaty locks of hair. Jin hums and leans into the touch. Kame rolls his eyes and tugs gently at the fine strands. "And?"
Jin huffs and turns over, burying his face in Kame's neck. "And I'll never touch your precious Jinro Soju ever egain, there, happy?"
Kame bites off a smile and just tugs at Jin's hair in revenge when he hears the muffled mutter of "you lush" coming from the vicinity of his chest.
---End.
