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matchyficFandom: KAT-TUN
Characters: Kame, Jin
Pairings: Akame
Genre: PWP
Rating: R, yaoi, rps
Status: Complete
Are we talking about a skyscraper setting? Large windows and being straddled in a plush chair?
In that case, the curtains will be open and Kame'll have pulled Jin down so he straddles him.
Holding him by the tie probably, just a sultry smirk and knowing eyes and that kind of low whisper in his ear, well hello there.
Jin would brace his hands on the arms of the chair, his eyes nervously flicking from Kame's half-closed eyes to the door and back, the door that is closed but not locked and he'd open his mouth to hiss 'What the hell are you thinking, you bastard, but then Kame'd wet his lips with his tongue and all that would emerge is something that sounds dangerously close to a moan.
It would be just slim fingers, gentle and teasing fingers slowly winding around and around that tie until Jin can't move anything but a teasing distance away. Kind of cocky and kind of loving as Kame's eyelashes just brush over Jin's cheek, listening to that shaky exhale. There's nothing wrong with this.
Jin knows, he knows with his last fading semblances of rationality, that it's not entirely true, it's not completely safe, but then Kame's fingers are at his collar, loosening his tie, and he doesn't really care anymore.
Those are Kame's lips on his neck, trailing their way up. Ghosting really, the way Jin hates being teased but the way Kame always does it while he slides a hand to curl around Jin's lip, a bit of dominance there.
Jin brings his hands up to Kame's chest, to push himself back, to gain some control, but then Kame's lips are open against the skin at his throat, tonguing over his pulse point in lazy swirls and his hands end up fisting the material of Kame's shirt instead. He cannot stop himself from leaning closer, cannot stop himself from throwing his head back as he shudders at the feeling of Kame's fingers trailing up his back.
There's nothing better, really, other than the way that Jin can't help but lean in, despite his resistance. That only half-made noise that Kame knows is a plea for more. (He's had practise. They have done their experimentation, back then and again.) Kame can't help but respond to a kiss to that Adam's apple, nose trailing over the curve of Jin's jaw.
Nuzzling against his ear, the hair on the back of Jin's neck tickling and inviting; he smiles when Jin throws his head back and bites gently on his chin. I like you like this. You like to pretend you're hard to get, but we both know that's not so, right? It only takes my hand right here, he says as he unzips Jin's trousers.
I am hard to get, kind of shuttered out to reflect the shudder that ripples through his body. A little bit of tenderness as he shifts to plant a kiss on a high cheek bone and Jin smiles, legs a spread a little wider, expression a little more inviting. You're the slut out of the two of us.
---unfinished.can you figure out who wrote what
Characters: Kame, Jin
Pairings: Akame
Genre: PWP
Rating: R, yaoi, rps
Status: Complete
Are we talking about a skyscraper setting? Large windows and being straddled in a plush chair?
In that case, the curtains will be open and Kame'll have pulled Jin down so he straddles him.
Holding him by the tie probably, just a sultry smirk and knowing eyes and that kind of low whisper in his ear, well hello there.
Jin would brace his hands on the arms of the chair, his eyes nervously flicking from Kame's half-closed eyes to the door and back, the door that is closed but not locked and he'd open his mouth to hiss 'What the hell are you thinking, you bastard, but then Kame'd wet his lips with his tongue and all that would emerge is something that sounds dangerously close to a moan.
It would be just slim fingers, gentle and teasing fingers slowly winding around and around that tie until Jin can't move anything but a teasing distance away. Kind of cocky and kind of loving as Kame's eyelashes just brush over Jin's cheek, listening to that shaky exhale. There's nothing wrong with this.
Jin knows, he knows with his last fading semblances of rationality, that it's not entirely true, it's not completely safe, but then Kame's fingers are at his collar, loosening his tie, and he doesn't really care anymore.
Those are Kame's lips on his neck, trailing their way up. Ghosting really, the way Jin hates being teased but the way Kame always does it while he slides a hand to curl around Jin's lip, a bit of dominance there.
Jin brings his hands up to Kame's chest, to push himself back, to gain some control, but then Kame's lips are open against the skin at his throat, tonguing over his pulse point in lazy swirls and his hands end up fisting the material of Kame's shirt instead. He cannot stop himself from leaning closer, cannot stop himself from throwing his head back as he shudders at the feeling of Kame's fingers trailing up his back.
There's nothing better, really, other than the way that Jin can't help but lean in, despite his resistance. That only half-made noise that Kame knows is a plea for more. (He's had practise. They have done their experimentation, back then and again.) Kame can't help but respond to a kiss to that Adam's apple, nose trailing over the curve of Jin's jaw.
Nuzzling against his ear, the hair on the back of Jin's neck tickling and inviting; he smiles when Jin throws his head back and bites gently on his chin. I like you like this. You like to pretend you're hard to get, but we both know that's not so, right? It only takes my hand right here, he says as he unzips Jin's trousers.
I am hard to get, kind of shuttered out to reflect the shudder that ripples through his body. A little bit of tenderness as he shifts to plant a kiss on a high cheek bone and Jin smiles, legs a spread a little wider, expression a little more inviting. You're the slut out of the two of us.
---unfinished.
