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Misc. ficbits from the recent JE kink meme. Warnings for rude language, sex, kink and a teensy bit of angst. All written without betaing and fairly quickly. Enjoy. ♥
1. Prompt: Pin, rimming. I don't care who does it to who.
There's a saying, Yamapi thinks. Nice boys don't put their mouths in places where nice boys don't put their mouths in places. It's a stupid phrase and he can't remember who said it to begin with, but that's all he can think about when this fantasy, this stupid fantasy, won't leave his head. He thinks about it in the shower, and that's best because there he can wrap a hand around himself and be done with it. But he also thinks about it at work, he dreams about it, he thinks about it during interviews. All the time.
Worryingly, he also thinks about it during sex. Normally, that'd be a good thing, because it gets him off so fast and so hard, and Jin always gets like a peacock when that happens. Only, his fantasy is dirty, and not in a good way, so it distracts him to think about it when Jin fucks him. He worries about what Jin would think if he knew, so his mind is elsewhere and his body is cool, and Jin never gets like a peacock when that happens.
"It's not you," he says, for the hundredth time. "It's just not happening tonight. I'm tired, I'm sorry. It's not you."
He considers telling Ryo, but Ryo would either laugh or never speak to him again, and Yamapi's not sure which is worst. It isn't like there's a guidance counsellor at university who can help him with this. He's not even sure why he wants it so much, other than that it's a different sensation, than that it's dirty and possessive and he just wants Jin's mouth there. When Jin preps him, it drives him crazy. He wriggles against it, gets off on it, until Jin whacks him and tells him not to ruin the main event.
It's so different, when it's tongue, and Yamapi wishes it weren't.
After the fifth night in a row of failed sex, Jin is fed up.
"Are you doing somebody else?" he says.
"What?" Yamapi splutters, rising up on his elbows. "What the fuck are you-"
"You can't come," Jin says. "Have you come today already."
"No!" Yamapi says. "Jesus, Jin."
"What's the problem, then?" Jin says. "I think it's me. It's got to be me. You get hard fine, it's just...it's me. What am I doing wrong? You can tell me. I won't be pissed. I just want to know."
"Jin, it's not you, it's-"
"Is it the grip? Is it too hard? Am I not-"
"Jin, I want you to fucking...put your mouth on me."
"You want a blowjob? Why didn't you say so?"
"No," Yamapi says, flushing furiously. He's gripping the sheet so tightly he can't breathe. "I want you to put...I want. Your tongue."
"What?" Jin says. "Pi, you sound mental. What are you on about?"
"It doesn't matter," Yamapi says, scowling. "I just-"
"You want my tongue where?" Jin says, exasperated.
"It's fucking dirty," Yamapi says.
Jin stares at him for a moment, and then a wide smile spreads across his face. "Oh," he says.
"Don't laugh," Yamapi pleads. "Don't you dare laugh."
"I'm not," Jin says. "You're a kinky fucker."
"Fuck off, Jin," Yamapi says. "It's awful. I wish it were anything else. Can we never speak about it again, please."
"Sure," Jin says. "I've got better things to do with my tongue, right?"
Yamapi decides that he wants ten beers, first, but Jin says he's not doing that because it's not shameful, and besides, it's Yamapi's fucking fantasy so he needs to be fucking conscious. He's good enough to stroke Yamapi's cock as he kisses down his tailbone, to distract him, to get him to the point where all he's thinking about is his libido.
"Jin," Yamapi is saying. "I just-"
"Just shut up," Jin says. "For fuck's sake. I wasn't half this bad about the bondage, was I."
Yamapi shuts up. His whole spine is tense and his bones are locked together, but he keeps his mouth closed and focusses on Jin's fingers around his cock, warm and wet and slow and perfect. He's pushing gently into Jin's fist and chasing the sensation when he feels the press of Jin's tongue: warm and wet, slow and perfect. His stomach tightens and he makes a sound like crushed air, until Jin's hand tightens around him and he relaxes with pure, undiluted pleasure.
Jin jerks him off fast and it's a counterpoint to his tongue, which is gentle, exploratory, soft and unlike anything Yamapi's ever had before. And after a while, the tingling in his stomach spreads outwards and outwards and he just goes for the sensation, thrusting into Jin's hand and moaning, and moaning, and moaning, until Jin's tongue is stiff and hard and hot and that's all it takes. When he comes, it's harder than he ever has before, even when he was a teenager, even when it was the first time with Jin -- hard enough that he can't breathe, hard enough that he's shaking from head to foot.
"Fuck," he says. "That was-"
Jin laughs, then, collapsing beside him. "Everybody always says I'm loud-mouthed."
2. Prompt: Pin bukkake.
The first time he does it, it's because Jin's being an asshole.
Jin decided, one otherwise normal Wednesday afternoon, that he wanted to go for a drive with Yamapi. They'd both finished work and they had the whole day in front of them: "let's do something good," Jin had said. "We play Dragonball all the time, let's do something different."
The problem with driving with Jin is that Jin is a backseat, frontseat, sideseat, everyseat driver. He complains when Yamapi makes left turns, he complains when Yamapi makes right turns. He complains when Yamapi goes too fast and too slow, and he complains when Yamapi stops for the lights.
"You could have made it," he says. "It hadn't changed yet."
"I like being safe," Yamapi says, nonchalantly. "Do you want to drive?"
"No," Jin says. "I'm just saying. You could've gone through that light."
Jin complains that he's hungry, and that the food they buy at the service stand isn't great. He complains that he's tired and after a sleep, he complains that his neck hurts. By the time they're at the beach, Yamapi wants to strangle him. It's dusk when he parks, overlooking the sand and the lazy rolling sea. There's nobody about for miles and he winds the window down to taste the salty air.
Jin opens his mouth, and Yamapi claps his hand over it. "Stop it," he says. "I'm having a moment."
They play music faintly and watch the sun go down. Jin eats crisps and leftover mints he finds in the dashboard. Yamapi watches him with a sense of disbelief: he should have come with Shige. Or Ryo. Or anybody, able to actually appreciate it. As he watches Jin sucking on sweets, he looks around. Not a single person, not a single car.
"I think," he says. "I should get a reward for driving all the way out here and not killing you."
"I'm not that bad," Jin says. "Have a mint."
"I don't want a mint," Yamapi says. "Why don't you suck me off."
Jin looks at him, eyes narrowed. "You dirty voyeur," he says.
"A voyeur watches others," Yamapi says. "Technically I'm a-"
"For fuck's sake," Jin says, leaning over and undoing Yamapi's jeans. "Stop being so fucking annoying."
Yamapi's always had a thing for exhibitionism. It worries him, because in their line of work they always have to be on their guard. Being catch so much as looking at a girl is dangerous. Maybe it's an act of rebellion against that, Yamapi doesn't know. What he does know is that there's something in the risk of being watched. When he tilts his head back, moans full-thick, wraps his fingers around Jin's skull, he imagines being watched. Somebody in the bushes, getting off on it.
"Fuck, Jin," he says. "Your mouth is-"
It's as far as he gets. Jin is looking at him with mixed fury and curiosity, that defiant little jaw set on edge. He's going to complain about something, any minute, Yamapi thinks. Jin's been in one of his moods for some time. There's a tickle of irritation in Yamapi's stomach, something he can't quite pinpoint -- a desire to teach Jin a lesson, to pay him back for all of his whining. And because it's Jin, because nobody else would take it like Jin, Yamapi knows that he can.
When he's right at the edge, he gives Jin's hair a sharp tug. Jin doesn't want to let go, so he doesn't, and it takes a couple more yanks before he glares at Yamapi and pulls back. He thinks that he's being punished, that Yamapi's going to stop before he can come. When Yamapi holds his head down and takes his cock in his hand, he realises what's about to happen, but there's not a damn thing he can do about it.
The undiluted rage in Jin's face is what does it. Yamapi can't hold back, looking into those eyes. When he comes, Jin takes it on the chin, but his eyes are very black and his shoulders are tense.
"Fine," he says. "You fucking dirty, fine, you-"
Yamapi doesn't feel qualified to speak. His breathing is hard, rapidfire, and Jin looks so fucking good like-
"You can lick it off, then," Jin says.
3. Prompt: JIN X RYO. LOVE JUICE.
"Fact of the matter is, you're dumb," Ryo says. He's lying on Jin's floor, Jin's feet resting on his hipbone. They're waiting for Yamapi to finish shooting, and Ryo's so bored he's turned to shooting fish in a barrel.
"Fuck off," Jin says, lazily. "Monkey. Skinny little monkey. Next you'll be saying I'm fat. You're so retro, Ryo. You need some original material."
"Don't change a classic," Ryo says, but he's irritated, despite himself. "Anyway, everything you guys do these days is too easy. It's boring to take the piss out of you these days."
"It's not my fault you're comedically impotent," Jin says.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Ryo says. "Comedically isn't a word, you stupid dick. Did you learn that in LA?"
"Yeah," Jin says. "Some girl told me about it. Said it's not the only way you're impotent, actually."
Ryo considers throwing the bowl of popcorn at Jin's head, but decides to take the mature route.
"So," he says. "LOVE JUICE. What the fuck's up with that?"
"Yeah," Ryo is saying. "But everyone thinks you're talking about Kame. Everyone always thinks you're talking about Kame."
"Kame's not a girl," Jin says. "It's about a girl! For fuck's sake. People say I'm dumb."
"I dunno," Ryo says. "You should have been a bit more obvious. Talked about her tits or something."
"In the original version I did," Jin says, sadly. "They made me cut a lot of it."
"I thought you pussied out a bit," Ryo says. "Everyone keeps saying it's the dirtiest JE song ever. I was expecting more from our resident slut. I'm disappointed in you, Jin."
Smirking, Jin climbs down from the sofa and straddles Ryo's thighs. "Uh-huh," he says. "What would you write, then?"
Ryo reaches up, takes Jin's hips in his hands. The side of his mouth is quirking. "I don't know," he says. "Something about thinking about you when I'm fucking a girl. Now that'd be kinky."
The sound of the door opening makes Ryo start, but Jin doesn't move.
"I could write a song about us doing Yamapi," Jin says. "That's kinky."
4. Prompt: Pin x Ryo. The three guys play dragonball to decide who is uke, Ryo loses.
There are few things less dignified in life than this. Being the meat in a particularly stupid sandwich isn't something Ryo has ever aspired to. In hindsight, he should have known better than to accept Yamapi and Jin's challenge. He's been working and they've been practising. In hindsight, he really should have known better than to rest their sex life on it: in the bedroom, Ryo is very strictly in charge. Yamapi's laidback and Jin will take it any way he can get it, so neither of them have ever complained about it.
Seems they've been holding out on him. In hindsight, he really really should have known better than to promise to submit to them both if he lost. He wasn't expecting to lose. He never expects to lose. But lose he did and sandwich he is, and -- unfortunately, he's quite enjoying it.
"How should we do this," Yamapi had said, looking to Jin for inspiration. For all Yamapi is economical, he hasn't got the best spatial awareness. When it comes to positioning, Jin is the creative one.
"Simple," Jin has replied. "I'll start."
He'd started by taking off Ryo's jeans, then his shirt. Ryo had bitten down a thousand insults, warned off by the look on Yamapi's face. He'd allowed himself to be silently positioned on hands and knees. With a hand, Jin had led Yamapi around the bed, undid his jeans and left them halfway down his thighs. He hadn't removed Yamapi's shirt. In a way that could only be described as utterly kinky, he'd stroked Yamapi hard himself, and fed him into Ryo's mouth. Ryo had been about to complain, when Yamapi had made the hottest little noise, like a loosening knot, and Ryo had decided to keep his mouth shut.
"Don't go too fast," Jin had said, moving behind Ryo. "I want him teased a bit."
Yamapi had quirked an eyebrow, wondering just who, exactly, was in charge after all. And Jin had watched from behind, giving quiet instruction as he'd slowly, maddeningly slowly, prepped Ryo. He'd managed to time it, after a while, having figured out that by twisting his fingers inside he could make Ryo's mouth clench, and Yamapi cry out. Like an instrument, like a piece of music. Yamapi had leaned over Ryo's back and whacked him around the head.
"Get on with it," he'd growled.
"Fucking hell," Ryo had said, dropping Yamapi and making him swear. "Do I get a say in this?"
"No," Jin had said. "Shut up and get sucking, you little whore."
"Later," Yamapi had pleaded. "You can kill him later, I promise."
Later hadn't come. What had come: a glorious interval, Jin pushing inside and making Ryo moan around Yamapi, making Yamapi reach for Ryo's hair and swear and swear and swear. Jin had laughed, behind them, but his voice was throaty and thin, just as thin as Ryo's resolve. Jin wasn't slow, not even from the beginning. He moved fast, hard, pushing Ryo forwards onto Yamapi and yanking him backwards with his movement. Ryo became content to move between them, bending to each of them, both as domineering and selfish as each other. Yamapi had begun to hold onto Ryo's hair, to keep him sucking around the base of his cock. Jin had begun to have to fight, to move Ryo back. The pair of them were swearing and growling at each other, like animals, over Ryo. Over Ryo. Ryo hadn't expected the feeling of superiority.
In hindsight, it had been unwise to let his best friends fight over him. In reality, the feeling of it was far too good to last, and when Yamapi started to fuck his face, he didn't regret a single thing. When Jin started to push deeper, harder, faster, he couldn't find it in himself to wish he hadn't made that bet. And when Jin pressed down on his back, reached around for his cock and gave it a series of thick, hard strokes -- Ryo wasn't thinking about anything at all. He came, hard, with Yamapi and Jin kissing across his back.
He never did kill Jin, in the end. But he did make him cook breakfast the next morning, wearing a pink apron and nothing else.
5. Prompt: Yamapi/Jin. Drunken frotting. Against the wall of Johnny's office. Of course when he's not around, geez.
Okay, okay," Jin is saying. "The worst, dirtiest thing you can think of doing. What's the dirtiest thing you can think of doing."
As he says the word 'dirtiest', he's twirling his bottle around on the bar top. Yamapi watches as beer swills out and catches on Jin's shirt cuff. For some reason, it makes him laugh.
"Somebody related to you," he says. "Like your-"
"For fuck's sake!" Jin exclaims. "Family aside, fuck, Pi, you're crap at this game."
"You keep changing the stupid rules," Yamapi says. "Everything I say you disallow. I think you fucking my ex-girlfriend is pretty dirty!"
"Ex-girlfriends aside! Come on, isn't it logical?"
"Nothing is logical with you," Yamapi says. "You are wet with beer and totally stupid, and I think I should go and hang out with Ryo instead."
"Ryo left," Jin says. "Hoooooours ago. Stay with me. I'll let you have this one. Whatever you say I'll allow it. I am generous when wet with beer and totally stupid."
"Okay, okay," Yamapi says, and he can't get off the bar stool, anyway. "The dirtiest thing I can think of doing is you, outside Johnny's office."
Of course, they get thrown out of the bar, and without a lift home they find themselves stranded in the street.
"I can't believe Ryo left," Jin says. "I'm never speaking to him again."
"Jin," Yamapi says. "We're only two blocks from the office."
"We can't sleep there," Jin says. "Can we? I don't have a key."
"I have a key," Yamapi says. "We can sleep there. I can't be bothered to find a taxi. Come on."
"Why do you have a key?" Jin says. "I want a key."
"You can't have a key," Yamapi says, dragging him behind. "Johnny doesn't like you."
"Why doesn't he like me?" Jin is saying, as they take the elevator up. "I'm just as sexy as you, probably sexier. And I'm lucrative. I dance well and I write my own songs, and-"
"You're not sexier than me," Yamapi scoffs. "You're sexier than Ryo, maybe, but not me."
Jin catches Yamapi's hand, then, and they fall together into a laughing heap against the wall. "I am sexier than you and Ryo," Jin says. "Put together."
Yamapi tilts his chin up, looking at Jin with defiance. "Prove it," he says, lazily. "Prove it."
Whilst Jin rarely does what he's told, he does respond to a challenge. He nudges Yamapi's chin up and begins to kiss the underside of his jaw, down his neck and across his collarbone, until Yamapi makes a noise of submission and wraps his arms around Jin's neck. They're swaying, so Jin presses him up against the wall for stability, and Yamapi kisses him full on the mouth, face between his hands.
"Jin," he moans, between kisses. "Get your hand in my fucking pants."
"I am not doing you outside Johnny's office, you stupid pervert," Jin says. "You tricked me. I'm not doing anything with your-- get your hand out of there."
"No," Yamapi says. "If you won't, I will."
Jin squares his jaw, looks all around him. The hall is dark and he can barely make out Yamapi's face, but he can hear his breathing coming all fast and deep, and that makes up his mind quite nicely.
"Fuck," he says, grabbing Yamapi's hand and pulling it away. With a bit of shifting, he wraps his hand around Yamapi's cock, until Yamapi moans, and it's startlingly loud in the quietness of the hallway. Yamapi starts to push up against him and works his hands into Jin's trousers, until they're both shoving together, chasing a clumsy sort of sensation.
Jin leans his head down onto Yamapi's shoulder, holding the back of his neck with his free hand and groaning, full-blown, into his ear. It feels so good when he's drunk: so easy, so pure, everything buzzing through him like electricity.
"Pi, fuck, stupid, Pi," he stutters. "You know it doesn't, fuck, you know when I'm drunk, it doesn't-"
"I know, shut up," Yamapi mutters back, clutching Jin's shoulder with his nails out. "Oh, fuck, Jin, there, just-"
With Yamapi's voice undoing itself, Jin speeds up, pushing into Yamapi's hand until his own is wet, and that pushes him over the edge with a hoarse cry. They stand chest to chest, pinning each other up, and Jin's knees and trembling. Yamapi laughs, steadies himself against Jin.
"Fine," he says. "Fine, you're hotter than me and Ryo."
"Hotter than you, Ryo and Shige too," Jin says.
"Don't push it," Yamapi replies.
6. Prompt: Jin/Junno. Ties, touching, slow undressing. Jin realizes just how talented Junno really is.
The truly unnerving thing about Junno is that sometimes, he doesn't talk at all. Jin's so used to the constant feedback, the sudden silence is deafening. As his hands shake on Junno's tie, he wants him to say something, anything, that'll distract them both from how much Jin wants him.
Junno just smiles. It's too early in the morning for jokes, he says, and he watches Jin knot his tie with his guilty, shaking hands.
"You do it so much better than me," he says.
Jin doesn't dare look at him, with his cold blond hair and his hot, eager little face. He developed a thing for blonds in LA. Thought it would be safe, when he came back. He doesn't say anything.
"I tie my best," Junno continues. "But I can knot do it."
It makes Jin smile, look up and catch his eyes. His stomach turns over, and Junno's smile widens.
Much later, Jin discovers that it's a lie. Junno's adept at everything, from undoing a tie to unbuttoning a shirt. He has one hand just inside the waistband of Jin's jeans, stroking his hipbone as he works his tie off with the other hand. Jin would quirk an eyebrow, but all his energy is focussed on not coming in his underwear.
When he's done with the tie, he undoes every button on Jin's shirt, slowly, one by one. As fabric parts, Jin can feel Junno's breath, and he has to close his eyes because Junno's eyes get darker by the second and he can't be thinking about that. And then, then, Junno begins to loosen his belt, and he can't take it any more.
"Junno," he says, it comes out as a whine as Junno leans in and runs his tongue along the underside of his jaw. He's dipping his hand into his jeans, and Jin just can't-
"Belt up," Junno says, against his neck. "I've got better uses for your mouth."
7. Prompt: Jin X Kame. ROUGH SEX. During the sex, I would love some angsty conversation.
They don't speak to each other all day, other than the odd word, the odd snippet of small talk. Jin and Kame no longer have anything to talk about. It's a shame, because whenever Kame looks at Jin, the nonchalance he exudes drives Kame's libido crazy. And whenever Jin looks at Kame, the edge of disapproval on his face, even now, makes him want to kiss the life out of him.
They go to each other's apartments at nights, or hotel rooms, depending on where they are. Nobody questions it, assuming that they go out for dinner, that they're trying to repair what can't be repaired. That they're trying to turn back time. Kame shuts the door behind them and stares at Jin until Jin shrugs off his clothes, lies down on the bed.
The sex is hard, very rough. Jin likes it that way; he's forgotten how to do anything else. Kame likes to feel as though he's touching somebody, as though he's making a difference. Jin's colours are fading but in those moments, he's alive.
During, Kame holds Jin's wrists down onto the mattress. Sometimes he yanks his hair, if he decides to put up a struggle, which he usually does because he doesn't take much lying down.
"Stop it," Kame hisses. "You're a whore, so just be a whore. Stop fighting it."
"Fuck you," Jin mutters back, only it comes out stuttered because his face is rising and falling with pleasure. "What does that make you?"
Kame just covers Jin's mouth, hoists a leg over his shoulder and buries his face in Jin's collarbone. Planting his hand down he bites until Jin yells around his fingers, and then he lets go.
"I'm in love with a whore, that's what it makes me, you stupid dick," he says, more horny than coherant, more lost than found -- and when Jin just stiffens around him, there's a haze of pure white light.
8. Prompt: Pin + Shige. Shige's a taxi driver and Pin are goddamn frisky.
Shige hates working the late shifts. Originally, he'd been scheduled from 5am until 1pm, which would have worked for him because he'd get to see his kids for once in his life. Instead, he's been put on emergency cover. Working 1pm until approximately 3 in the morning will mean that he's lonely, when he does go home. He pushes the thought out of his mind, focussing on the money the extra work will bring in. You can charge more in the middle of the night: the people who take taxis then will pay more for the privilege.
Sitting outside one of the city's most popular clubs at 2 in the morning, he sighs a long sigh and prepares himself for a wait. The guys who spill out of these clubs are usually late, usually either drunk or with a girl in tow. They pay well, but they're inconvenient, and Shige wishes he'd brought this morning's newspaper. His wife rang him to tell him about some story she's excited by -- some idols who're doing a concert in the city centre, those silly little boybands of hers.
Suddenly, somebody plants a palm on the side of the door, and Shige jumps out of his daydreaming. Quickly, he presses the button to open the door, and two men fall through the open space. It's raining, so they're eager to get inside, and from the look of them they're rich as hell. Shige apologises for the delay, gets halfway through, at least, before looking in the rear-view mirror and realising that they're not even listening. They break the kiss long enough for one of them to say the name of a hotel, and Shige has to drag his eyes away in order to drive off.
As he drives, his gaze is drawn into the mirror more often than is strictly necessary. He's lucky that the streets are deserted, that there's little need to keep checking the road in front. The men have their legs entangled on the seat, and they can't stop kissing. One of them has his arms around the other's neck, and one of them has his hands digging into the other's jeans. They're both attractive, in a youthful, skinny, styled sort of way, and watching them makes Shige think about all the sex he's not having.
He pulls to a halt at a red light and over the quiet purr of the engine, he can hear moans and grunts coming from the backseat. When he looks around, one of the men is gasping into the other one's ear, and he's had enough.
"Look," he says. "Um, can you please...that's very distracting..."
"I'll bet," one of them says, with a laugh. The other one swats him.
"Jin," he admonishes. "Let him drive. It's only five minutes, calm-"
Shige leaves them both to it, as the man called Jin runs his tongue up the underside of the other man's jaw. He pulls up outside the hotel and brakes so hard that the pair of them are shaken in their seats, not that it stops them. And then it hits him. Where he's seen the two of them before.
"Jin," he says. "You two...you're..."
"Fuck," Jin says, laughing and falling out onto the pavement. "Hurry up and pay, Pi, for fuck's sake-"
When Shige drives off, a wad of notes in his pocket and his eyes firmly in the rear-view mirror, they're kissing in the dark, against the wall where he dropped them off, hard and hungry and hotter than hell.
1. Prompt: Pin, rimming. I don't care who does it to who.
There's a saying, Yamapi thinks. Nice boys don't put their mouths in places where nice boys don't put their mouths in places. It's a stupid phrase and he can't remember who said it to begin with, but that's all he can think about when this fantasy, this stupid fantasy, won't leave his head. He thinks about it in the shower, and that's best because there he can wrap a hand around himself and be done with it. But he also thinks about it at work, he dreams about it, he thinks about it during interviews. All the time.
Worryingly, he also thinks about it during sex. Normally, that'd be a good thing, because it gets him off so fast and so hard, and Jin always gets like a peacock when that happens. Only, his fantasy is dirty, and not in a good way, so it distracts him to think about it when Jin fucks him. He worries about what Jin would think if he knew, so his mind is elsewhere and his body is cool, and Jin never gets like a peacock when that happens.
"It's not you," he says, for the hundredth time. "It's just not happening tonight. I'm tired, I'm sorry. It's not you."
He considers telling Ryo, but Ryo would either laugh or never speak to him again, and Yamapi's not sure which is worst. It isn't like there's a guidance counsellor at university who can help him with this. He's not even sure why he wants it so much, other than that it's a different sensation, than that it's dirty and possessive and he just wants Jin's mouth there. When Jin preps him, it drives him crazy. He wriggles against it, gets off on it, until Jin whacks him and tells him not to ruin the main event.
It's so different, when it's tongue, and Yamapi wishes it weren't.
After the fifth night in a row of failed sex, Jin is fed up.
"Are you doing somebody else?" he says.
"What?" Yamapi splutters, rising up on his elbows. "What the fuck are you-"
"You can't come," Jin says. "Have you come today already."
"No!" Yamapi says. "Jesus, Jin."
"What's the problem, then?" Jin says. "I think it's me. It's got to be me. You get hard fine, it's just...it's me. What am I doing wrong? You can tell me. I won't be pissed. I just want to know."
"Jin, it's not you, it's-"
"Is it the grip? Is it too hard? Am I not-"
"Jin, I want you to fucking...put your mouth on me."
"You want a blowjob? Why didn't you say so?"
"No," Yamapi says, flushing furiously. He's gripping the sheet so tightly he can't breathe. "I want you to put...I want. Your tongue."
"What?" Jin says. "Pi, you sound mental. What are you on about?"
"It doesn't matter," Yamapi says, scowling. "I just-"
"You want my tongue where?" Jin says, exasperated.
"It's fucking dirty," Yamapi says.
Jin stares at him for a moment, and then a wide smile spreads across his face. "Oh," he says.
"Don't laugh," Yamapi pleads. "Don't you dare laugh."
"I'm not," Jin says. "You're a kinky fucker."
"Fuck off, Jin," Yamapi says. "It's awful. I wish it were anything else. Can we never speak about it again, please."
"Sure," Jin says. "I've got better things to do with my tongue, right?"
Yamapi decides that he wants ten beers, first, but Jin says he's not doing that because it's not shameful, and besides, it's Yamapi's fucking fantasy so he needs to be fucking conscious. He's good enough to stroke Yamapi's cock as he kisses down his tailbone, to distract him, to get him to the point where all he's thinking about is his libido.
"Jin," Yamapi is saying. "I just-"
"Just shut up," Jin says. "For fuck's sake. I wasn't half this bad about the bondage, was I."
Yamapi shuts up. His whole spine is tense and his bones are locked together, but he keeps his mouth closed and focusses on Jin's fingers around his cock, warm and wet and slow and perfect. He's pushing gently into Jin's fist and chasing the sensation when he feels the press of Jin's tongue: warm and wet, slow and perfect. His stomach tightens and he makes a sound like crushed air, until Jin's hand tightens around him and he relaxes with pure, undiluted pleasure.
Jin jerks him off fast and it's a counterpoint to his tongue, which is gentle, exploratory, soft and unlike anything Yamapi's ever had before. And after a while, the tingling in his stomach spreads outwards and outwards and he just goes for the sensation, thrusting into Jin's hand and moaning, and moaning, and moaning, until Jin's tongue is stiff and hard and hot and that's all it takes. When he comes, it's harder than he ever has before, even when he was a teenager, even when it was the first time with Jin -- hard enough that he can't breathe, hard enough that he's shaking from head to foot.
"Fuck," he says. "That was-"
Jin laughs, then, collapsing beside him. "Everybody always says I'm loud-mouthed."
2. Prompt: Pin bukkake.
The first time he does it, it's because Jin's being an asshole.
Jin decided, one otherwise normal Wednesday afternoon, that he wanted to go for a drive with Yamapi. They'd both finished work and they had the whole day in front of them: "let's do something good," Jin had said. "We play Dragonball all the time, let's do something different."
The problem with driving with Jin is that Jin is a backseat, frontseat, sideseat, everyseat driver. He complains when Yamapi makes left turns, he complains when Yamapi makes right turns. He complains when Yamapi goes too fast and too slow, and he complains when Yamapi stops for the lights.
"You could have made it," he says. "It hadn't changed yet."
"I like being safe," Yamapi says, nonchalantly. "Do you want to drive?"
"No," Jin says. "I'm just saying. You could've gone through that light."
Jin complains that he's hungry, and that the food they buy at the service stand isn't great. He complains that he's tired and after a sleep, he complains that his neck hurts. By the time they're at the beach, Yamapi wants to strangle him. It's dusk when he parks, overlooking the sand and the lazy rolling sea. There's nobody about for miles and he winds the window down to taste the salty air.
Jin opens his mouth, and Yamapi claps his hand over it. "Stop it," he says. "I'm having a moment."
They play music faintly and watch the sun go down. Jin eats crisps and leftover mints he finds in the dashboard. Yamapi watches him with a sense of disbelief: he should have come with Shige. Or Ryo. Or anybody, able to actually appreciate it. As he watches Jin sucking on sweets, he looks around. Not a single person, not a single car.
"I think," he says. "I should get a reward for driving all the way out here and not killing you."
"I'm not that bad," Jin says. "Have a mint."
"I don't want a mint," Yamapi says. "Why don't you suck me off."
Jin looks at him, eyes narrowed. "You dirty voyeur," he says.
"A voyeur watches others," Yamapi says. "Technically I'm a-"
"For fuck's sake," Jin says, leaning over and undoing Yamapi's jeans. "Stop being so fucking annoying."
Yamapi's always had a thing for exhibitionism. It worries him, because in their line of work they always have to be on their guard. Being catch so much as looking at a girl is dangerous. Maybe it's an act of rebellion against that, Yamapi doesn't know. What he does know is that there's something in the risk of being watched. When he tilts his head back, moans full-thick, wraps his fingers around Jin's skull, he imagines being watched. Somebody in the bushes, getting off on it.
"Fuck, Jin," he says. "Your mouth is-"
It's as far as he gets. Jin is looking at him with mixed fury and curiosity, that defiant little jaw set on edge. He's going to complain about something, any minute, Yamapi thinks. Jin's been in one of his moods for some time. There's a tickle of irritation in Yamapi's stomach, something he can't quite pinpoint -- a desire to teach Jin a lesson, to pay him back for all of his whining. And because it's Jin, because nobody else would take it like Jin, Yamapi knows that he can.
When he's right at the edge, he gives Jin's hair a sharp tug. Jin doesn't want to let go, so he doesn't, and it takes a couple more yanks before he glares at Yamapi and pulls back. He thinks that he's being punished, that Yamapi's going to stop before he can come. When Yamapi holds his head down and takes his cock in his hand, he realises what's about to happen, but there's not a damn thing he can do about it.
The undiluted rage in Jin's face is what does it. Yamapi can't hold back, looking into those eyes. When he comes, Jin takes it on the chin, but his eyes are very black and his shoulders are tense.
"Fine," he says. "You fucking dirty, fine, you-"
Yamapi doesn't feel qualified to speak. His breathing is hard, rapidfire, and Jin looks so fucking good like-
"You can lick it off, then," Jin says.
3. Prompt: JIN X RYO. LOVE JUICE.
"Fact of the matter is, you're dumb," Ryo says. He's lying on Jin's floor, Jin's feet resting on his hipbone. They're waiting for Yamapi to finish shooting, and Ryo's so bored he's turned to shooting fish in a barrel.
"Fuck off," Jin says, lazily. "Monkey. Skinny little monkey. Next you'll be saying I'm fat. You're so retro, Ryo. You need some original material."
"Don't change a classic," Ryo says, but he's irritated, despite himself. "Anyway, everything you guys do these days is too easy. It's boring to take the piss out of you these days."
"It's not my fault you're comedically impotent," Jin says.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Ryo says. "Comedically isn't a word, you stupid dick. Did you learn that in LA?"
"Yeah," Jin says. "Some girl told me about it. Said it's not the only way you're impotent, actually."
Ryo considers throwing the bowl of popcorn at Jin's head, but decides to take the mature route.
"So," he says. "LOVE JUICE. What the fuck's up with that?"
"Yeah," Ryo is saying. "But everyone thinks you're talking about Kame. Everyone always thinks you're talking about Kame."
"Kame's not a girl," Jin says. "It's about a girl! For fuck's sake. People say I'm dumb."
"I dunno," Ryo says. "You should have been a bit more obvious. Talked about her tits or something."
"In the original version I did," Jin says, sadly. "They made me cut a lot of it."
"I thought you pussied out a bit," Ryo says. "Everyone keeps saying it's the dirtiest JE song ever. I was expecting more from our resident slut. I'm disappointed in you, Jin."
Smirking, Jin climbs down from the sofa and straddles Ryo's thighs. "Uh-huh," he says. "What would you write, then?"
Ryo reaches up, takes Jin's hips in his hands. The side of his mouth is quirking. "I don't know," he says. "Something about thinking about you when I'm fucking a girl. Now that'd be kinky."
The sound of the door opening makes Ryo start, but Jin doesn't move.
"I could write a song about us doing Yamapi," Jin says. "That's kinky."
4. Prompt: Pin x Ryo. The three guys play dragonball to decide who is uke, Ryo loses.
There are few things less dignified in life than this. Being the meat in a particularly stupid sandwich isn't something Ryo has ever aspired to. In hindsight, he should have known better than to accept Yamapi and Jin's challenge. He's been working and they've been practising. In hindsight, he really should have known better than to rest their sex life on it: in the bedroom, Ryo is very strictly in charge. Yamapi's laidback and Jin will take it any way he can get it, so neither of them have ever complained about it.
Seems they've been holding out on him. In hindsight, he really really should have known better than to promise to submit to them both if he lost. He wasn't expecting to lose. He never expects to lose. But lose he did and sandwich he is, and -- unfortunately, he's quite enjoying it.
"How should we do this," Yamapi had said, looking to Jin for inspiration. For all Yamapi is economical, he hasn't got the best spatial awareness. When it comes to positioning, Jin is the creative one.
"Simple," Jin has replied. "I'll start."
He'd started by taking off Ryo's jeans, then his shirt. Ryo had bitten down a thousand insults, warned off by the look on Yamapi's face. He'd allowed himself to be silently positioned on hands and knees. With a hand, Jin had led Yamapi around the bed, undid his jeans and left them halfway down his thighs. He hadn't removed Yamapi's shirt. In a way that could only be described as utterly kinky, he'd stroked Yamapi hard himself, and fed him into Ryo's mouth. Ryo had been about to complain, when Yamapi had made the hottest little noise, like a loosening knot, and Ryo had decided to keep his mouth shut.
"Don't go too fast," Jin had said, moving behind Ryo. "I want him teased a bit."
Yamapi had quirked an eyebrow, wondering just who, exactly, was in charge after all. And Jin had watched from behind, giving quiet instruction as he'd slowly, maddeningly slowly, prepped Ryo. He'd managed to time it, after a while, having figured out that by twisting his fingers inside he could make Ryo's mouth clench, and Yamapi cry out. Like an instrument, like a piece of music. Yamapi had leaned over Ryo's back and whacked him around the head.
"Get on with it," he'd growled.
"Fucking hell," Ryo had said, dropping Yamapi and making him swear. "Do I get a say in this?"
"No," Jin had said. "Shut up and get sucking, you little whore."
"Later," Yamapi had pleaded. "You can kill him later, I promise."
Later hadn't come. What had come: a glorious interval, Jin pushing inside and making Ryo moan around Yamapi, making Yamapi reach for Ryo's hair and swear and swear and swear. Jin had laughed, behind them, but his voice was throaty and thin, just as thin as Ryo's resolve. Jin wasn't slow, not even from the beginning. He moved fast, hard, pushing Ryo forwards onto Yamapi and yanking him backwards with his movement. Ryo became content to move between them, bending to each of them, both as domineering and selfish as each other. Yamapi had begun to hold onto Ryo's hair, to keep him sucking around the base of his cock. Jin had begun to have to fight, to move Ryo back. The pair of them were swearing and growling at each other, like animals, over Ryo. Over Ryo. Ryo hadn't expected the feeling of superiority.
In hindsight, it had been unwise to let his best friends fight over him. In reality, the feeling of it was far too good to last, and when Yamapi started to fuck his face, he didn't regret a single thing. When Jin started to push deeper, harder, faster, he couldn't find it in himself to wish he hadn't made that bet. And when Jin pressed down on his back, reached around for his cock and gave it a series of thick, hard strokes -- Ryo wasn't thinking about anything at all. He came, hard, with Yamapi and Jin kissing across his back.
He never did kill Jin, in the end. But he did make him cook breakfast the next morning, wearing a pink apron and nothing else.
5. Prompt: Yamapi/Jin. Drunken frotting. Against the wall of Johnny's office. Of course when he's not around, geez.
Okay, okay," Jin is saying. "The worst, dirtiest thing you can think of doing. What's the dirtiest thing you can think of doing."
As he says the word 'dirtiest', he's twirling his bottle around on the bar top. Yamapi watches as beer swills out and catches on Jin's shirt cuff. For some reason, it makes him laugh.
"Somebody related to you," he says. "Like your-"
"For fuck's sake!" Jin exclaims. "Family aside, fuck, Pi, you're crap at this game."
"You keep changing the stupid rules," Yamapi says. "Everything I say you disallow. I think you fucking my ex-girlfriend is pretty dirty!"
"Ex-girlfriends aside! Come on, isn't it logical?"
"Nothing is logical with you," Yamapi says. "You are wet with beer and totally stupid, and I think I should go and hang out with Ryo instead."
"Ryo left," Jin says. "Hoooooours ago. Stay with me. I'll let you have this one. Whatever you say I'll allow it. I am generous when wet with beer and totally stupid."
"Okay, okay," Yamapi says, and he can't get off the bar stool, anyway. "The dirtiest thing I can think of doing is you, outside Johnny's office."
Of course, they get thrown out of the bar, and without a lift home they find themselves stranded in the street.
"I can't believe Ryo left," Jin says. "I'm never speaking to him again."
"Jin," Yamapi says. "We're only two blocks from the office."
"We can't sleep there," Jin says. "Can we? I don't have a key."
"I have a key," Yamapi says. "We can sleep there. I can't be bothered to find a taxi. Come on."
"Why do you have a key?" Jin says. "I want a key."
"You can't have a key," Yamapi says, dragging him behind. "Johnny doesn't like you."
"Why doesn't he like me?" Jin is saying, as they take the elevator up. "I'm just as sexy as you, probably sexier. And I'm lucrative. I dance well and I write my own songs, and-"
"You're not sexier than me," Yamapi scoffs. "You're sexier than Ryo, maybe, but not me."
Jin catches Yamapi's hand, then, and they fall together into a laughing heap against the wall. "I am sexier than you and Ryo," Jin says. "Put together."
Yamapi tilts his chin up, looking at Jin with defiance. "Prove it," he says, lazily. "Prove it."
Whilst Jin rarely does what he's told, he does respond to a challenge. He nudges Yamapi's chin up and begins to kiss the underside of his jaw, down his neck and across his collarbone, until Yamapi makes a noise of submission and wraps his arms around Jin's neck. They're swaying, so Jin presses him up against the wall for stability, and Yamapi kisses him full on the mouth, face between his hands.
"Jin," he moans, between kisses. "Get your hand in my fucking pants."
"I am not doing you outside Johnny's office, you stupid pervert," Jin says. "You tricked me. I'm not doing anything with your-- get your hand out of there."
"No," Yamapi says. "If you won't, I will."
Jin squares his jaw, looks all around him. The hall is dark and he can barely make out Yamapi's face, but he can hear his breathing coming all fast and deep, and that makes up his mind quite nicely.
"Fuck," he says, grabbing Yamapi's hand and pulling it away. With a bit of shifting, he wraps his hand around Yamapi's cock, until Yamapi moans, and it's startlingly loud in the quietness of the hallway. Yamapi starts to push up against him and works his hands into Jin's trousers, until they're both shoving together, chasing a clumsy sort of sensation.
Jin leans his head down onto Yamapi's shoulder, holding the back of his neck with his free hand and groaning, full-blown, into his ear. It feels so good when he's drunk: so easy, so pure, everything buzzing through him like electricity.
"Pi, fuck, stupid, Pi," he stutters. "You know it doesn't, fuck, you know when I'm drunk, it doesn't-"
"I know, shut up," Yamapi mutters back, clutching Jin's shoulder with his nails out. "Oh, fuck, Jin, there, just-"
With Yamapi's voice undoing itself, Jin speeds up, pushing into Yamapi's hand until his own is wet, and that pushes him over the edge with a hoarse cry. They stand chest to chest, pinning each other up, and Jin's knees and trembling. Yamapi laughs, steadies himself against Jin.
"Fine," he says. "Fine, you're hotter than me and Ryo."
"Hotter than you, Ryo and Shige too," Jin says.
"Don't push it," Yamapi replies.
6. Prompt: Jin/Junno. Ties, touching, slow undressing. Jin realizes just how talented Junno really is.
The truly unnerving thing about Junno is that sometimes, he doesn't talk at all. Jin's so used to the constant feedback, the sudden silence is deafening. As his hands shake on Junno's tie, he wants him to say something, anything, that'll distract them both from how much Jin wants him.
Junno just smiles. It's too early in the morning for jokes, he says, and he watches Jin knot his tie with his guilty, shaking hands.
"You do it so much better than me," he says.
Jin doesn't dare look at him, with his cold blond hair and his hot, eager little face. He developed a thing for blonds in LA. Thought it would be safe, when he came back. He doesn't say anything.
"I tie my best," Junno continues. "But I can knot do it."
It makes Jin smile, look up and catch his eyes. His stomach turns over, and Junno's smile widens.
Much later, Jin discovers that it's a lie. Junno's adept at everything, from undoing a tie to unbuttoning a shirt. He has one hand just inside the waistband of Jin's jeans, stroking his hipbone as he works his tie off with the other hand. Jin would quirk an eyebrow, but all his energy is focussed on not coming in his underwear.
When he's done with the tie, he undoes every button on Jin's shirt, slowly, one by one. As fabric parts, Jin can feel Junno's breath, and he has to close his eyes because Junno's eyes get darker by the second and he can't be thinking about that. And then, then, Junno begins to loosen his belt, and he can't take it any more.
"Junno," he says, it comes out as a whine as Junno leans in and runs his tongue along the underside of his jaw. He's dipping his hand into his jeans, and Jin just can't-
"Belt up," Junno says, against his neck. "I've got better uses for your mouth."
7. Prompt: Jin X Kame. ROUGH SEX. During the sex, I would love some angsty conversation.
They don't speak to each other all day, other than the odd word, the odd snippet of small talk. Jin and Kame no longer have anything to talk about. It's a shame, because whenever Kame looks at Jin, the nonchalance he exudes drives Kame's libido crazy. And whenever Jin looks at Kame, the edge of disapproval on his face, even now, makes him want to kiss the life out of him.
They go to each other's apartments at nights, or hotel rooms, depending on where they are. Nobody questions it, assuming that they go out for dinner, that they're trying to repair what can't be repaired. That they're trying to turn back time. Kame shuts the door behind them and stares at Jin until Jin shrugs off his clothes, lies down on the bed.
The sex is hard, very rough. Jin likes it that way; he's forgotten how to do anything else. Kame likes to feel as though he's touching somebody, as though he's making a difference. Jin's colours are fading but in those moments, he's alive.
During, Kame holds Jin's wrists down onto the mattress. Sometimes he yanks his hair, if he decides to put up a struggle, which he usually does because he doesn't take much lying down.
"Stop it," Kame hisses. "You're a whore, so just be a whore. Stop fighting it."
"Fuck you," Jin mutters back, only it comes out stuttered because his face is rising and falling with pleasure. "What does that make you?"
Kame just covers Jin's mouth, hoists a leg over his shoulder and buries his face in Jin's collarbone. Planting his hand down he bites until Jin yells around his fingers, and then he lets go.
"I'm in love with a whore, that's what it makes me, you stupid dick," he says, more horny than coherant, more lost than found -- and when Jin just stiffens around him, there's a haze of pure white light.
8. Prompt: Pin + Shige. Shige's a taxi driver and Pin are goddamn frisky.
Shige hates working the late shifts. Originally, he'd been scheduled from 5am until 1pm, which would have worked for him because he'd get to see his kids for once in his life. Instead, he's been put on emergency cover. Working 1pm until approximately 3 in the morning will mean that he's lonely, when he does go home. He pushes the thought out of his mind, focussing on the money the extra work will bring in. You can charge more in the middle of the night: the people who take taxis then will pay more for the privilege.
Sitting outside one of the city's most popular clubs at 2 in the morning, he sighs a long sigh and prepares himself for a wait. The guys who spill out of these clubs are usually late, usually either drunk or with a girl in tow. They pay well, but they're inconvenient, and Shige wishes he'd brought this morning's newspaper. His wife rang him to tell him about some story she's excited by -- some idols who're doing a concert in the city centre, those silly little boybands of hers.
Suddenly, somebody plants a palm on the side of the door, and Shige jumps out of his daydreaming. Quickly, he presses the button to open the door, and two men fall through the open space. It's raining, so they're eager to get inside, and from the look of them they're rich as hell. Shige apologises for the delay, gets halfway through, at least, before looking in the rear-view mirror and realising that they're not even listening. They break the kiss long enough for one of them to say the name of a hotel, and Shige has to drag his eyes away in order to drive off.
As he drives, his gaze is drawn into the mirror more often than is strictly necessary. He's lucky that the streets are deserted, that there's little need to keep checking the road in front. The men have their legs entangled on the seat, and they can't stop kissing. One of them has his arms around the other's neck, and one of them has his hands digging into the other's jeans. They're both attractive, in a youthful, skinny, styled sort of way, and watching them makes Shige think about all the sex he's not having.
He pulls to a halt at a red light and over the quiet purr of the engine, he can hear moans and grunts coming from the backseat. When he looks around, one of the men is gasping into the other one's ear, and he's had enough.
"Look," he says. "Um, can you please...that's very distracting..."
"I'll bet," one of them says, with a laugh. The other one swats him.
"Jin," he admonishes. "Let him drive. It's only five minutes, calm-"
Shige leaves them both to it, as the man called Jin runs his tongue up the underside of the other man's jaw. He pulls up outside the hotel and brakes so hard that the pair of them are shaken in their seats, not that it stops them. And then it hits him. Where he's seen the two of them before.
"Jin," he says. "You two...you're..."
"Fuck," Jin says, laughing and falling out onto the pavement. "Hurry up and pay, Pi, for fuck's sake-"
When Shige drives off, a wad of notes in his pocket and his eyes firmly in the rear-view mirror, they're kissing in the dark, against the wall where he dropped them off, hard and hungry and hotter than hell.