drabble - Jin in LA and phone sex
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matchyficFandom: KAT-TUN
Characters: Kame, Jin
Pairings: Akame
Genre: PWP
Rating: R, yaoi, rps
Status: Complete
Dedication: tinybars
"Kaaame, why don't you talk to meeee," Jin whines, as he plonks down on his bed, shifting the phone to his should so he can fold his arms in indignation. "I am spending so much money, you know, just to hear you grunt out one word answers."
He hears the scoff clearly over the line, and can almost see Kame rolling his eyes. "You can't call me at twelve in the night right after I came in from work and expect me to be jumping around," Kame points out reasonably. "And stop sulking."
"I am not sulking," Jin mumbles, sulking. "I was going to tell you about the awesome party I went to where I played strip poker, but now I think I won't."
There was a long silence at the other end of the line. "...Strip poker," Kame finally enunciates, an edge in his voice.
"Yes!" Jin emphasizes, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. "And there were these really hot girls, you know, there even were blondes and some of them were wearing bikini tops, Kame, it was awesome."
Encouraged by the silence, he adds details to his story, how a girl had allowed Jin to lift up her shirt to see the tattoo on her back, how he'd had to dance with a chair after losing the drinking game - "I totally took some steps from 16 seconds, Kame, you should've seen them looking at me when I kissed my - well, I didn't have a tie, so I used my belt!"
"Oh, I think I can imagine," Kame says pleasantly, and Jin finally notices something... off... about the other boy and breaks off from his breathless narrative. "Kame?" he asks, voice lowering in his caution and bites his lower lip at the ensuing silence. He widens his eyes as something occurs to him.
"You're not mad I stole the steps from your solo, are you?" he asks anxiously. "Except I couldn't really help it, it's kind of tangled together in my mind whenever I think of a chair, you know, and even when I was doing it, I was thinking of you, you know, and, uh." He trails off, wincing how that statement had sounded and hurries to correct it. "I, um, didn't mean it like that."
"I'm sure you didn't," Kame murmurs at last, and there's a definite smile in his voice, and Jin heaves a sigh of relief. "So," Kame continues, "I'm sure it wouldn't make any difference to you if I say I'm sitting on my wooden dining chair with my shirt unbuttoned."
Jin inhales, a sharp intake of breath that he hopes didn't make it all the way to Japan.
"Or," Kame says evenly; "how much I'm wishing for you to be here with me so I can show you exactly how much I... appreciate... that you're so happy taking off your clothes for people who aren't me."
"Th- there weren't that many people there," Jin responds - God, how lame was that - and immediately wants to slap himself very hard.
"Really." Jin hears something clink on the other side and wonders if Kame's taking off his belt now, and has to close his eyes very tightly to get rid of the mental image. Or keep it there, he's not too sure of himself at this point. But Kame's still talking. "Perhaps you could show me how to play strip poker. I'd even let you use my chair. And maybe use your belt to tie you up, since you seem to like them both so much."
Jin has to sit down on the bed before he can even think of replying to that. "I can't play poker with my hands behind my back," Jin points out, voice weak.
The throaty laugh that filters through the phone has the hair on his neck standing up. "I never said anything about your tying your hands behind your back. Although..." Kame hums thoughtfully and Jin's really glad Kame can't see him because his face must be about three kinds of red by now. "Although I'm in no way averse to the idea, if you want it so much."
"I really don't," Jin emphasizes strongly (he hopes), but then has to take a minute to imagine how it would be, with Kame straddling him, his shirt half open and their hips grinding into each other's and Kame's eyes intense, so intense, burning, boring into his own. He shivers in place, a shuddering breath gasping out despite himself.
"I'd open the buttons on your shirt really slowly," Kame whispers. "Really, really slowly, because I want to take my time with you, I love taking my time with you." Kame's voice turns sharp, hungry, and Jin stifles a whimper. "And you'd make noises just like that, and bite on your lips to try and stop them from coming out." Kame takes a breath and Jin gasps. "Are you doing that now, Jin?"
Jin clutches the bedsheet in one hand and mutely shakes his head before realizing that Kame can't see him, can't see him and so he has to physically unclench his jaw and stammer out a negation. But Kame's already talking.
"You are, aren't you," Kame murmurs, and Jin breathes raggedly in response. "I want to tangle my fingers in the hair at your neck and pull your head back and lick and suck the skin at your collarbones and wind you up until you start begging. I love it when I can do that, I love it when I make you beg for me, Jin," he whispers, and here Jin can't keep himself from arching up into a phantom touch and moaning.
"Mm, just like that," Kame hums, approving. "Exactly like that."
"K-Kame," Jin stutters, feeling his jeans becoming uncomfortably restricting. "Kame, please," he breathes out, even though he doesn't know what he wants, doesn't know exactly what he is asking Kame for, but hopes that Kame would somehow manage to give it to him anyway.
"And when you start asking for it in that breathless, whispery voice, the voice you use only when we're like this, then I'll start kissing my way down. I like to spend a long time licking and sucking at your chest, you know. Do you know why, Jin?" Kame asks, and Jin whimpers out a shaky denial.
"It's because," Kame purrs, and Jin swallows hard. "It's because that's when you start nearly vibrating in place, your hands clenching, your head thrown back, your back arching into me and your hips searching for friction and your whole body aching for more. Do you have any idea what you look like then, Jin?" Kame asks softly, and continues without giving Jin a chance to answer.
"Do you know how you look when you say you'll do anything, anything, so long as I let you come, when you moan that you'd let me do anything I want to you, just please to touch you more, to give it to you harder. Have you ever seen how you look then, Jin?"
Kame's voice is hypnotizing in it's softness, and Jin is not capable of anything but stifled whimpers and moans. "You look so gorgeous that sometimes I think I can watch you forever, moaning for me, arching into me... begging for me." Jin's hips jerk when Kame's voice turns thoughtful. "Maybe the next time we do this, I'll set up my mirror so you can see exactly what I see." At Kame's words, Jin's gaze falls on the full length mirror opposite the bed despite himself.
His eyes are wild, his lips are damp, his hair is messy, and he's pressing the phone to his ear desperately, the other hand fisted on his sheets. The small portion of his brain that's still capable of thought wonders if Kame's in the same state, if he misses Jin half as much as Jin misses him, or whether Kame's still sitting in his chair, shirt unbuttoned and still completely composed as he talks Jin into a frantic, horny mess.
---End.
Characters: Kame, Jin
Pairings: Akame
Genre: PWP
Rating: R, yaoi, rps
Status: Complete
Dedication: tinybars
"Kaaame, why don't you talk to meeee," Jin whines, as he plonks down on his bed, shifting the phone to his should so he can fold his arms in indignation. "I am spending so much money, you know, just to hear you grunt out one word answers."
He hears the scoff clearly over the line, and can almost see Kame rolling his eyes. "You can't call me at twelve in the night right after I came in from work and expect me to be jumping around," Kame points out reasonably. "And stop sulking."
"I am not sulking," Jin mumbles, sulking. "I was going to tell you about the awesome party I went to where I played strip poker, but now I think I won't."
There was a long silence at the other end of the line. "...Strip poker," Kame finally enunciates, an edge in his voice.
"Yes!" Jin emphasizes, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. "And there were these really hot girls, you know, there even were blondes and some of them were wearing bikini tops, Kame, it was awesome."
Encouraged by the silence, he adds details to his story, how a girl had allowed Jin to lift up her shirt to see the tattoo on her back, how he'd had to dance with a chair after losing the drinking game - "I totally took some steps from 16 seconds, Kame, you should've seen them looking at me when I kissed my - well, I didn't have a tie, so I used my belt!"
"Oh, I think I can imagine," Kame says pleasantly, and Jin finally notices something... off... about the other boy and breaks off from his breathless narrative. "Kame?" he asks, voice lowering in his caution and bites his lower lip at the ensuing silence. He widens his eyes as something occurs to him.
"You're not mad I stole the steps from your solo, are you?" he asks anxiously. "Except I couldn't really help it, it's kind of tangled together in my mind whenever I think of a chair, you know, and even when I was doing it, I was thinking of you, you know, and, uh." He trails off, wincing how that statement had sounded and hurries to correct it. "I, um, didn't mean it like that."
"I'm sure you didn't," Kame murmurs at last, and there's a definite smile in his voice, and Jin heaves a sigh of relief. "So," Kame continues, "I'm sure it wouldn't make any difference to you if I say I'm sitting on my wooden dining chair with my shirt unbuttoned."
Jin inhales, a sharp intake of breath that he hopes didn't make it all the way to Japan.
"Or," Kame says evenly; "how much I'm wishing for you to be here with me so I can show you exactly how much I... appreciate... that you're so happy taking off your clothes for people who aren't me."
"Th- there weren't that many people there," Jin responds - God, how lame was that - and immediately wants to slap himself very hard.
"Really." Jin hears something clink on the other side and wonders if Kame's taking off his belt now, and has to close his eyes very tightly to get rid of the mental image. Or keep it there, he's not too sure of himself at this point. But Kame's still talking. "Perhaps you could show me how to play strip poker. I'd even let you use my chair. And maybe use your belt to tie you up, since you seem to like them both so much."
Jin has to sit down on the bed before he can even think of replying to that. "I can't play poker with my hands behind my back," Jin points out, voice weak.
The throaty laugh that filters through the phone has the hair on his neck standing up. "I never said anything about your tying your hands behind your back. Although..." Kame hums thoughtfully and Jin's really glad Kame can't see him because his face must be about three kinds of red by now. "Although I'm in no way averse to the idea, if you want it so much."
"I really don't," Jin emphasizes strongly (he hopes), but then has to take a minute to imagine how it would be, with Kame straddling him, his shirt half open and their hips grinding into each other's and Kame's eyes intense, so intense, burning, boring into his own. He shivers in place, a shuddering breath gasping out despite himself.
"I'd open the buttons on your shirt really slowly," Kame whispers. "Really, really slowly, because I want to take my time with you, I love taking my time with you." Kame's voice turns sharp, hungry, and Jin stifles a whimper. "And you'd make noises just like that, and bite on your lips to try and stop them from coming out." Kame takes a breath and Jin gasps. "Are you doing that now, Jin?"
Jin clutches the bedsheet in one hand and mutely shakes his head before realizing that Kame can't see him, can't see him and so he has to physically unclench his jaw and stammer out a negation. But Kame's already talking.
"You are, aren't you," Kame murmurs, and Jin breathes raggedly in response. "I want to tangle my fingers in the hair at your neck and pull your head back and lick and suck the skin at your collarbones and wind you up until you start begging. I love it when I can do that, I love it when I make you beg for me, Jin," he whispers, and here Jin can't keep himself from arching up into a phantom touch and moaning.
"Mm, just like that," Kame hums, approving. "Exactly like that."
"K-Kame," Jin stutters, feeling his jeans becoming uncomfortably restricting. "Kame, please," he breathes out, even though he doesn't know what he wants, doesn't know exactly what he is asking Kame for, but hopes that Kame would somehow manage to give it to him anyway.
"And when you start asking for it in that breathless, whispery voice, the voice you use only when we're like this, then I'll start kissing my way down. I like to spend a long time licking and sucking at your chest, you know. Do you know why, Jin?" Kame asks, and Jin whimpers out a shaky denial.
"It's because," Kame purrs, and Jin swallows hard. "It's because that's when you start nearly vibrating in place, your hands clenching, your head thrown back, your back arching into me and your hips searching for friction and your whole body aching for more. Do you have any idea what you look like then, Jin?" Kame asks softly, and continues without giving Jin a chance to answer.
"Do you know how you look when you say you'll do anything, anything, so long as I let you come, when you moan that you'd let me do anything I want to you, just please to touch you more, to give it to you harder. Have you ever seen how you look then, Jin?"
Kame's voice is hypnotizing in it's softness, and Jin is not capable of anything but stifled whimpers and moans. "You look so gorgeous that sometimes I think I can watch you forever, moaning for me, arching into me... begging for me." Jin's hips jerk when Kame's voice turns thoughtful. "Maybe the next time we do this, I'll set up my mirror so you can see exactly what I see." At Kame's words, Jin's gaze falls on the full length mirror opposite the bed despite himself.
His eyes are wild, his lips are damp, his hair is messy, and he's pressing the phone to his ear desperately, the other hand fisted on his sheets. The small portion of his brain that's still capable of thought wonders if Kame's in the same state, if he misses Jin half as much as Jin misses him, or whether Kame's still sitting in his chair, shirt unbuttoned and still completely composed as he talks Jin into a frantic, horny mess.
---End.
