Deep as the water goes
Deep Water As You story
by Solo & Jo
Ten months post epilogue: May
You and I go down
He keeps his eyes closed while he spins back into focus,
comes to rest on a high, need fading out of him until there's just
their sweat and Kame's hands, the heat of his body playing rival to the
hot May outside.
This is the best. All of it.
Jin breathes, waits for Kame to come back up. Breathes a
bit shakier to soft kisses on the way, floppy hair tickling his stomach.
Lips on his throat still make him shudder, but then he's
got Kame right there, where he can say 'thank you' with kisses of his
own. Kame's hair soft around his fingers and Kame's contented hum in
He could spend all day like this. High on Kame,
stretched and drained, happy with Kame curling down around his side.
It's Wednesday, but their weekend of sorts. That's how work shook out
Kame sighs, his body going slack. Drift and doze and
it's not even afternoon yet. Jin loves it like this, awake and drowsy
at once. He warms a cooling spot on Kame's back and holds him tight as
Kame stirs against his chest. "Forgot last night," he
mumbles. "Did you bring my earphones?"
"Oh. Yeah. In the laptop bag."
"Thanks." It's unusual that Kame forgets things when he
stays at Jin's. Not like Jin, who could stay here a few weeks without
getting bored or going naked.
Not that he's ever bored with Kame. Or that naked is a
"Something funny?" Kame pokes him lazily in the side.
"Nah," Jin says, stroking through Kame's hair. It's dark
brown just now, barely a tint, with an almost respectable cut for the
middle-management guy he's playing. Jin loves to mess it up, make him
look rougher and more carefree.
"Speaking of funny," Kame says after a little while.
"Did I tell you about Hamaguchi?"
"What about her?" Jin's met her once now. Kame is a
brave, brave man.
"I think she has a boyfriend." Jin can hear Kame's grin.
"I heard her making dinner arrangements on the phone and she started to
"Good for her," Jin says. Kame is a little gossip. Who'd
have thought, under all that tight-wound paranoia. "Shows there's still
real men out there. Tough steely ones."
"Very tough," Kame agrees, giggling softly and tracing
Jin's bellybutton stud.
Jin got a new one a few months ago. The old one is in a
drawer in a lined box, safe, because he and Naoki had good times, too.
He watches Kame's fingers, feeling as slow as they are, drifting
He's pulled out of it when Kame's muscles go tense.
"Ratings should be out by now."
Jin can do tensing too. With his arms, right around his
crazy boyfriend's chest. "I can tell you already about the ratings, the
ratings are great. You're not getting up."
Kame tries to sit up but Jin pulls him back down. Kame
is grinning, but sticking his fingers into Jin's side again. "Just let
"Your ratings are fine. Also this is
"I'm just going to have a look." Kame pushes against
Jin's arm, so Jin rolls on top of him while Kame insists, "Just so I
"You'll just find something to mope about. I don't want
you moping on our weekend. It's not hot." But Jin has to squirm because
those fingers know him far too well, and for once not in the good way.
"Didn't know you were so shallow," Kame gasps and Jin
flails and giggles, warding off Kame's hands, says, "Only when it's
really worth it", and at last he's sitting on him with Kame's elbows
under his knees. There. Safer.
Kame waggles his forearms, tries to tickle Jin’s thighs.
Jin’s less ticklish there, and it’s easy to ignore when he has Kame to
stare down on, hair sweaty from before and more from their fight,
cheeks flushed and a softening glint in his eyes. He’s gorgeous.
"So, do you give?"
For a moment Kame seems to be summoning evil, but then
it fades, defiance too much work. "Looks like I don't have much
choice," Kame sighs, eyes skimming up Jin's body soft as silk.
Now the danger's over, Jin can snuggle in close again,
warm and relaxed. No stupid ratings anywhere.
The drama's doing fine, anyway. The ratings have been
nothing but solid.
"What are you brooding over now?"
"Nothing." They had a famous guest star this week, too,
there's really no need to worry. And Kame feels great and dreamy and
this is perfect.
Of course the guest star means higher expectations, and
if the numbers don't jump they know about whom the papers will make
snide remarks, and it's not the pretty, uncontroversial,
dull-as-dishwater main star of the series. Whom, just by the way, Jin
"You're brooding. I can hear you."
"I am not brooding," Jin says. "I'm enjoying my
boyfriend as he should be enjoyed. Naked and sweaty." He kisses Kame on
the chest, faint saltiness on his lips.
Kame laughs. He's gotten much better. The ratings have
gotten better and Kame has gotten better and...
"Okay," Jin sighs. "I'll have a quick look."
Kame tilts Jin's chin up, his eyebrows high with
surprise. "What, now? Changing your weekend rules already?"
"I'll go sneak a peek and then you'll see there's
nothing to worry about."
Kame blinks, before his legs come up around Jin and he
laughs. "I don't think so!"
"What? I'm just doing what you want." Jin pushes himself
up and looks innocent.
Kame clings to his neck, keeping him off balance. "Can't
just change the rules on me, that's not fair."
Fair, yeah. More like revenge, glinting in Kame's eyes.
Jin twists, still stronger, isn't he, but then Kame pinches his
collarbones which talk about fair, jerk, and Jin's
still twitching into a curl when Kame heaves and flops them over.
He's still laughing. Jin flails for leverage but Kame
holds tight, and if Jin didn't have a point to make
about scrawny little fretters he would... really do
"Give," Kame says.
"You gave and then you went for my collarbones!" Jin
says, twisting his wrists in Kame's grip. "And look what it— hey!— what
it got me."
"I know you're a more honest wrestler," Kame grins.
"With prettier collarbones." He bends down to lick them, and that
tickly-hot feeling gives Jin more than a twitch this time. Kame just
presses down on him harder. And then he stops licking and straightens,
to stare at him in breathless triumph.
"You gonna let me go?" Jin says. Kame's got him pinned
so good, he'd have to hurt him to get out.
"I haven't decided." Kame's grin widens. There's a shift
of his hips, a touch of hardness. Kame's hot, and happy. "You gonna
It's prickling all over him, just Kame's weight and his
dishevelled look, and the heat in the air. "I give," Jin says, going
lax with a touch of drama. "I'll give you whatever you want." And he's
still a crap actor, but Kame smiles through his grin and bends down to
draw more shivers from Jin's skin.
"Then I'll let you go," he murmurs against Jin's neck.
His mouth travels up, behind Jin's ear and slowly along
Jin's jaw, and then at least they can kiss again, and as the kisses go
deeper Kame's grip on his wrists melts away.
Jin melts too, into drifting drowsiness, as Kame wraps
him up and holds him close. Weekends, god he loves them, even on
Wednesdays. He loves Kame, bossy jerk with no wrestling ethics that he
Kame turns them, spoons up behind him, his arms pulling
tight; and there's that hot stare in Jin's mind again, vivid and
unmistakable. It's not long ago that Kame would have frozen,
apologized, gone dead with shame.
Kame didn't even notice. Kame just had fun.
The ratings are fine. It's been over a year, after all.
Plenty of other people's scandals, enough time for Kame to remind the
world he's good and talented and the most reliable guy you've ever
cast. Just happier.
Over a year since Kame left his wife, over a year
they've been boyfriends.
Jin's met Kame's neighbours and learned to drive Kame's
car; has to hide dirty laundry when Kame comes to stay over at his
place. He starts to forget where he left his writing notes and his good
jeans and Kame rolls his eyes, but drives him to his apartment in the
middle of the night when it's urgent and Jin's had a drink.
Eleven months since Kame clinked champagne glasses with
him over his first single with the band. Nine months since Kame picked
him up from seeing his family. Six months since they watched momiji
together at Arashiyama and Kame wrapped him in his coat. Six weeks
since Kame got annoyed with him over finding unpaired socks all over
The Monday after Jin's weekend gig, Kame brings home
Sugino cakes, a little treat for nothing, maybe for all the
anniversaries they skipped. "Oh, you're home," he says, smile on his
face when he finds Jin on the couch. "I didn't expect you before
But he's stopped looking at Jin as if he marvels Jin is
there at all.
"Misa dropped me off," Jin says, pushing himself up to
kiss Kame and stop him in his busy stride. "I ran laundry."
"Good," Kame says, with a grin Jin can feel. "I like
seeing you on stage, not smelling the stage on you."
"Oy!" Jin shoves him, and Kame shoves him back, and
while Kame moves on to put the cakes on plates, Jin remembers shoving
and tickling and wrestling and... weight.
Four days since Kame held him down in bed, and liked it,
and didn't have a meltdown.
Maybe that was about time, too.
"So, I've been thinking," Jin says. It's late, after
food, their feet up on the couch between them, Kame's toes flexing when
he stretches. There's a program about antiques on TV, people bringing
their old stuff to be evaluated. Past baggage, lots and lots. But Jin's
mind isn't on old teapots or faded calligraphy.
Kame rolls his shoulders and settles back in his corner.
"About sex." He's thought about any number of ways to
bring it up, all of them complicated. So.
Kame's mouth curves up. "I do that sometimes too," he
says, but he's intrigued.
"Do you want to try tying me up again?" There it is.
Kame waits, a slow moment, until Jin sees it register,
and almost a replay, yes, this is what Jin said. Kame blinks away, to
the shiny box the guy on TV is holding, at Jin and back again as if
he's looking for some connection. "What?"
"I was just thinking," Jin repeats. He knows he's
blushing. But to hell with it. "You like it, and we've been—"
"I don't like it."
"Yes, you do."
"I don't like it." Kame draws in
taut like a spring, and doesn't Jin ever hate that,
but at least a year and then some has taught him how to handle the Kame
guilt train, and that it eventually leaves the building. Station.
"Will you hear me out for a goddamn minute?" he says,
and that icing-over isn't so pretty either, but at least Jin's going to
get his entire argument out because it's not as if he didn't come prepared.
"Okay, I'm sorry. You don't like it the way, you know... that
way. But I think you could like it the way it would be now."
"And the other day, when we were messing around? When
you held me down. That was fun."
Kame is rigid. Jin's goddamn minute.
"And it got me thinking that we could get a little
creative, and just because you were an asshole about it once doesn't
mean it wouldn't turn you on now, I think it could turn you on a lot
and you'd be good to me and it would be fine. It could be fun."
Kame stares at him with that pinched look of too much
thinking happening. "I've got all the fun I need."
It sounds brittle. The smile he gives Jin is brief and
guarded, like he doesn't know what Jin will spring on him next.
"I know that," Jin says, putting all his conviction into
the three words. Kame is generous, the kind of lover who'll give you
anything, and how he shines every time leaves no doubt about how happy
he is, with their slow sweet sex and making out with their clothes on,
showering together, all that stuff Jin loves. "I don't think I have
to or anything, I don't think you're bored."
"That's good," Kame says, with a lack of force that says
he is still reeling. "It's true."
Jin nods, and leans forward because he needs to touch
Kame, and he's not thrown when Kame stills again, he just strokes a
little circle on Kame's hairy shin.
"You like being bossy with me in bed," he says, blushing
again. It's harder quiet, without the arguing. "You like taking care of
me." It slips warm and twisty under his skin, even coming from himself,
even though now is really not the time.
Kame doesn't dispute it, just watches the slow stroke of
Jin's thumb. "You hate being tied up," he says. "Let's not pretend I
don't know that."
"I hated that," Jin says. "And I
know you're trying to avoid anything that might even remind
me. But it's not the same thing." He bends over and kisses Kame on his
knobbly knee, as far as he can reach just now. "We never tried it
Kame takes a long breath. When he finally moves, it's to
touch Jin's hair.
"Think about it," Jin says, meeting Kame's eyes. "You
don't think it would be different?"
He lets Kame try on the thought; can tell when there's
an image, caution written all over Kame's face. But he doesn't bolt,
and his fingers stay soothing in Jin's hair.
"What do you think about the light?" Kame stands in
front of the floor lamp, the room dimming by a shade, a hair's breadth
of a slide on the control.
Jin steps up behind him and slides his arms around
Kame's waist. "The light's fine," he says, brushing his lips against
the back of Kame's neck. He can feel the tension in Kame, a truckload
of attention landing on the tiniest things.
Kame's shoulders rise with a deep breath. "Okay, good,"
he says, and turns slowly in the circle of Jin's arms. "So..." His
hands slide under Jin's shirt, concentration and an inner push. "We're
ready to do this?"
Ready for Kame to direct Jin and for Jin to obey, for
Kame to pick up the black bunch of ties Jin bought just for today...
"Yeah, we are," Jin says.
"And you know I'll stop..."
"Yeah." He knows Kame will stop, what to say, what they
said they'd do. All of it.
"Okay." Kame straightens. His hand skims down Jin's arm
and then puts soft pressure on his hip. "Go to the bed."
Jin feels a bit silly; that he's so tense, that Kame's
so tense, it's just the bed, and Kame's hand guiding him.
Kame undresses him. Undoes the buttons, the shirt Jin
wore specially so this could be better than just pulling a t-shirt over
his head. "Stay still." Kame's focus is intent as he works his way
down, bit by bit, his fingertips cool on Jin's skin.
Jin shivers. It's been a while since there's been this
formality, this deliberation when they got naked with each other.
Kame can tell, after he's pushed the shirt off Jin's
shoulders and moved on to the pants. He looks up, a brief smile around
his mouth. "You like this."
"Yeah," Jin says, surprising himself when there's no
smartass remark at the end of it.
"I like getting to look at you." Kame takes his time,
but Jin can feel he's watchful, what his words do, what the distance
No names, nothing mean, no threats. Jin said that. No
roles. Kame's too good an actor, and Jin doesn't want to be with
someone else here. They're taking it easy.
"I could always look at you," Kame says sincerely,
running his hands all over Jin's chest and down, resting on Jin's cock.
Gentle and possessive, and Jin feels it pulse.
Kame strokes him lightly, trusting Jin to hold still.
It's not easy; Jin likes it anyway.
Then Kame says, "I want you to get on the bed now," in a
careful command voice.
Yes, sure. Jin nods, hopes he isn't awkward, sits down
slowly without a bounce. But Kame's eyes hold him there, Kame makes him
wait with a soft brush of his fingers.
Short and sweet Kame, looking tall and hot. They all but
live together and he's sat next to Kame standing before, but now he
feels a weight behind it. Weight Kame gives it when when he brushes
Jin's hair back, lets himself look.
Kame likes it too. There's a bulge there, covered, not
on display like Jin, and despite all the care and hesitation Kame's
eyes have gone dark, his cheeks pink when he leans down for a kiss.
Yes. Good. Just right, for them both, and Jin makes a
noise, don't stop, but Kame pulls back, just hovers.
"Later," he breathes over Jin's lips, "you'll get more."
Then he nods, a bracing shrug. "Now move up."
Up, right, and he does that, and a nudge tells his legs
to follow him on the bed, stretch out, and there he is.
There Kame is, half kneeling on the bed, half still
standing, towering over him. Thinking, thoughts that seem dark and
The bed's familiar under Jin, everything around familiar
too, but it's different; holding so still while the bed is dipping is
different. Kame is different, the tight control something Jin hasn't
seen in a while. He breathes out into a much closer room, thinking of
letting go in a minute, in two, just being here and helpless. Remembers
a tug, being blind… reminds himself they planned this, made a list
together. His breath is coming short, safety wobbling around it.
He shouldn't look away from Kame. Kame helps.
Kame has scooped up the ties but is almost disregarding
them, so focused on Jin. They can do this. What Kame wants, on Jin's
He holds out his hand, shows Kame his wrist.
Kame's eyes flicker down. He touches skin, brushes his
palm thoughtfully. Then he gives Jin a look, slow and turning stern at
the end. "I'll tell you when to do that."
"Sorry," Jin says. He bites his lip, but there's a
flutter in his stomach too.
Kame's gentle, like Jin's hand is precious. He holds it
up as he loops the smooth fabric around Jin's wrist. Ties the knot,
lets his fingers trace the edge.
Is anything too tight?
It's not too tight. It's fine.
Jin breathes in, warmth and shivers, all the same. He's
just as sure as he was yesterday when they hashed it all out, but of
course he's here now, and Kame is wrapping the long end in his fist.
He meets Jin's eyes again. Jin gives a tiny nod.
Kame pushes off the side of the bed, and the pull in
Jin's wrist says that now is right, now he's supposed to. He stretches
his arm up.
No waiting. Just another loop, around the bedpost. Just
half a tug.
He flinches when Kame brushes up his arm, the soft
underside, where the pulse is. First time jitters. He wants to laugh
when he thinks that, but then, it's a fact. First time together.
Then Kame pushes up, strong, smooth. Walks around the
bed, elegant in his shirt and slacks, suddenly distant. The heavy
warmth throbs around Jin. He wants to reach out when Kame is close
enough again, but he's been told. He'll wait.
Kame stands by the bedpost, the second tie still a tidy
roll in his hand. "Are you sure?" he says. Ready to make it real.
Jin nods. Then he adds, "Yes," out loud, because he
remembers the other time too.
Kame lets the tie slip loose. "Then you can give me your
Jin feels the full weight of his arm, raising it up; but
then it's just a funny sort of intrigue as he watches Kame loop a black
ring around his wrist, watches the ring go tight with a tug that pulls
a breath out of him.
He flexes his fingers, feels Kame watching. Concentrates
on the way this is different from any other time, and that's as close
as he'll let himself get to that thought. Okay.
He nods, just in case. Just the ties never hurt him. And
there's nothing bad lurking here, he knows it, deep
down under the roll and ebb.
It tickles when Kame ties his ankles to the bedposts;
slack in those, the hands make him helpless enough.
He can hear Kame exhale too. When Jin checks in with
him, he finds full focus, wrapping around him.Kame nods to himself,
starts unbuttoning his shirt.
It's so weird, to watch him do this and lie still, just
wait and do nothing. So weird it pushes him to the edge of
embarrassment, a heated little crawl in his stomach. But Kame's cheeks
are flushed, Kame is getting out of his pants and he is hard
because of Jin lying and watching and waiting, and the crawl turns into
a sunny glow.
It's good when Kame looks at him.
He tests the bonds, just for show really, to make his
muscles flex and Kame pay attention.
Kame swallows. XKame is paying him lots
of attention. He kicks his pants away, and Jin thinks he's almost
"You going to fight me?" he asks, kneeling on the bed.
Jin can even see it coming but when Kame puts a hand on
his thigh he jerks anyway, it's hot and light and pointing the way.
"Wouldn't do much good, would it," he says, moving just
one arm against the tie.
Kame watches his face for a moment, before he bends down
and kisses Jin on the hip. "No." His hand moves higher.
Jin shivers. He could move into it, he's got that much
freedom, but it's better not to, to just let Kame... to wait, until
Kame gives him what he needs.
Kame's breath is the softest caress on his belly. That
touch inches up again. Jin can't help tensing. A pause. Everything's
slow. Kame puts his full palm on his skin; nothing for his cock yet.
What he needs, what Kame decides he should have. So
familiar, that lick of desire when Kame takes hold of his body and
handles him, but dialled up to nine, a heavy beat through everything.
He closes his eyes, remembers it makes a difference – goes with the
shock and start of where Kame's hands go, around his bellybutton, over
his hips, between his thighs.
Even with his eyes closed he thinks he can feel it, Kame
looking, seeing Jin waiting and turned on, Jin all for him now.
Kame's palm cups his face, rests there for a moment,
then it's gone. Trails briefly over his upper arm, then with more
purpose down his side, to his hips. Jin moves into it but it's already
He wonders what next. Wonders but waits. Jumps again at
a hand slipping under his ass. Breathes through a chaster touch on his
chest. Bites his lip when he has to wait more.
Kame sounds wrong.
Jin's eyes fly open, and there's Kame looking down at
him, a line between his eyebrows and a fixed sort of stare, and god,
Jin left him alone, he should never have left him alone with this. He
can't even reach out.
Kame is swallowing. "Can we stop, please?"
"Sure." It's all dry, and he nods quickly. "Of course. I
was fine," Jin says even as Kame gets up to undo the ties. "It was all
fine, I liked it."
"Yeah, I—" Kame falters mid-tie.
"But that's also fine, whatever you want." Jin's brain
is only slowly getting with it. "It's fine, stopping is totally fine.
Just get these things off, okay?"
Kame nods, and gets his focus back. "I'm just, I'm
sorry," he says, and Jin doesn't stop him when he's done with the first
and goes for the second, and Kame says, "I thought I..." and trails
off, and then they deal with a foot each.
"It's okay," Jin says. "Everything's cool." He wants
Kame to stop looking like that, guarded and small.
"Yeah," Kame says thinly. He reaches out and touches
Jin's hand, right where he left off with the last tie. "That's good.
"Don't apologize." He pulls Kame onto the bed and into
an awkward hug and hears Kame breathe out in a shudder.
But then Kame draws back, sits on his heels and meets
Jin's eyes. "You are okay, yes?"
"I'm totally okay."
At least Kame just nods, doesn't look for evidence of
how he traumatized Jin again or whatever. He gets up slowly.
"Do you want something?"
"Nothing in particular," he says at first, but then he
gets it, hands buying time for Kame's brain. "Water would be nice?"
So Kame gets them some water, still naked, carrying the
glasses like they're crystal. They drink it sitting on the bed with
their knees almost touching, and Jin doesn't say any of the million
reassurances throbbing behind his forehead because it seems like Kame
got that one.
After a moment, Kame tilts his head towards the
bathroom. "I'll just..."
Jin pats his hand. He doesn't really want to let him go.
He watches Kame as he disappears. After a moment, the
shower comes on.
So, he didn't think he'd end up here again.
He finishes his water, listens to the soft swoosh in the
pipes. Considers getting a drink but decides against it, clear heads
and all. He figures Kame doesn't need a shower, just wants to get some
time to himself, and he figures that's all right, except he also knows
how Kame and his brain can get each other in trouble, so he wishes Kame
could do his coping in sight.
But the shower stops before he gets too worried. Towel
time's also reasonable, and then Kame's back, with his hair wet and a
towel around his hips. "Hey," he says, sounding as soft as he looks.
"Hey," Jin says.
"I'd like a drink," Kame says with a small smile. "Think
we can do drinks?"
"Yeah, sure." Jin finds himself smiling too, not that
it's so funny.
Kame goes to pour them both Macallan. Ice in Kame's,
none in Jin's. Jin makes room for him against the headboard and when
Kame sits and pulls his legs up, the first thing he does is touch Jin,
just where he can reach, roundabout his knee. His hair is curling damp
behind his ears, and he looks young, all that focus washed off him.
Jin lets him have a sip. "Better?" he says, in whichever
way Kame will take it.
Kame shoots him a glance before looking down at their
toes. "Yeah. I just wanted to get my head together."
Jin tucks a wet spike of hair behind Kame's ear, knows
it's silly and doesn't care. "You didn't do anything wrong."
Kame leans a little into his hand, and surprises him by
saying, "I know." He lets his head sink back and looks directly at Jin.
"I know. I knew I wasn't going to hurt you, too. I just got spooked. I
had it all in my head again, and I knew it was different, but I
couldn't turn it off. I'm sorry I blew it."
"Nothing blown," Jin shrugs awkwardly. "You didn't like
it, we stopped. We said that's how it should be." They both meant Jin,
then, and for a moment they smile at each other like failed
conspirators. "Spooked's not good."
"Yeah, the ghost of bondage past..." Kame sighs and
closes his eyes. Okay, if he's making jokes about it, they've probably
missed the guilt train, which is better than Jin had hoped.
"Whoo-ooo-oooh," he says softly, and Kame smiles without
opening his eyes. Reaches for Jin's hand, soft grip on his fingers. Jin
squeezes back. "You know, we could... try again," he says, adds
hastily, "Not now. Just, banish the ghosts and all."
Kame doesn't tense, which is a relief. "Hmmm," he says.
"I think you're right." And Kame's eyes are open again,
awake and sober and on Jin. "About banishing ghosts. I thought about it
You and I are free
The light is all set this time. A red filter Kame got,
tacky and funny, but everything looks just a little different. They
moved the bed, too. It's as different as you get if you don't want to
get tied to a chair or redecorate the house.
Different. Jin gets the plan, gets the logic. He doesn't
get how Kame is never embarrassed saying, "Let's go to the bed," or
"Take off your clothes."
Jin is. Just a little, a nervous itch at the back of his
neck. But this is an idea beyond moping and guilt, this is constructive.
Jin's all for that, Jin can help with that, and looking at Kame strip
for him is a bonus too.
Kame slips buttons through fabric, not rushing. He's
concentrating. Once or twice in the last few days Jin's been wondering
if he'll call it off halfway through, this time because he'll get fed
up with someone else calling the shots.
But he sounded keen. Clear-eyed and keen.
They talked about it, just like last time. Talked it
through and Jin thought it through, step by step. They want the ghosts
gone. Kame wants a new balance and new images. Jin wants Kame. It's not
all that strange.
Kame stops mid-movement, hands at his pants, and blinks
up. Jin takes it all in, smooth naked skin, those nipples he loves, the
line of Kame's throat.
"Okay, go on," he says. "I'm practicing."
Kame bites his lip and goes back to undoing his belt.
Jin stops him again after the zipper, this time with his
"I think this is going to be nice for me," he says,
pulling the belt through the loops and and raising goosebumps along
Kame's stomach. "I can admire you all I like and you don't get to
He feels Kame's soundless laugh.
But Jin means it. Brightens up the whole idea for him.
And then Kame is naked, and Jin's still fully dressed,
and Kame is standing there waiting for him and Jin quickly remembers
the script. "On the bed."
Kame nods. It's approval more than obedience, but Jin's
happy enough with that, and Kame sinks down to sit at the edge with his
head bowed, totally an act but it's pretty all the same. Jin touches
his hair. Runs his fingers down Kame's face, traces his lips. Tilts his
chin up. Kame looks like he's enjoying it, enjoying the change.
"You want to suck my cock?" Jin says.
They weren't sure about that one, left it in as a
Kame breathes out, all the thinking he needs. "Yes, I
Jin undoes his pants. That part is weird,
just unzipping and...
But Kame gets a dark stare on, darker when Jin's got his
dick out, half-hard with all the things going on, and he remembers to
guide Kame a little. It's strangely hot just to feel the back of Kame's
neck, before Kame puts his tongue on him and he gets hotter and harder.
Kame takes him in, and yeah, okay, this was a good idea,
this is good. Just his hand all faint, easy in Kame's hair, and Kame
going slow, thoughtful and pleasing. Sweet. Jin doesn't say that out
"Yes," he says, so Kame knows it's right, but nothing
more, too many of his own ghosts in what people can say about your
mouth or your skills. But it's easier, even watching is easier with the
heat pooling there and the fuzzy desire.
He lets it happen as long as he feels it's safe, not
urgent for him and not boring for Kame, and when he thinks it's enough,
he pulls Kame off. Tips his head back, and the wetness of Kame's mouth
gives him another jolt.
"That was nice," he says, his voice a bit shaky.
Kame is hard too. For the first time Jin thinks how much
fun it'll be just to have him there and play with his cock for however
long he likes. It prickles.
But there were plans, too. Other plans. Kame is watching
He picks up the first tie, tries to let it run through
his hand but it feels silly. "You still sure about this?" he asks
quietly, and Kame nods, and, right, they've had all that.
He ties the fabric over Kame's eyes, feels Kame's warm
breath hitch only a little. His lips are still dark, and are soft when
Jin bends down for a brief sweep over them. "Okay?"
"Perfect," Kame says. He sounds intrigued, not bothered
at all, and Jin wonders if there's not even a little curl of...
something, of knowing his helplessness deep in his
belly. Jin can't imagine being without it.
Just in case, he keeps a hand always on Kame. He
shouldn't feel alone.
"Lie down then," he says, and, "you know how." He
doesn't need to micromanage, but he makes sure that Kame doesn't bump
into anything, is comfortable. Looks comfortable, anyway.
"So," he says, standing at the top of the bed. "Uh.
Kame smiles a little at his lack of elegance, but not
too much. He knows how little it'll take to tip Jin wholly over into
So there's the hand, and there's the bedpost and there's
the tie. So Jin does that. Carefully, and not tight, he makes sure with
a couple of fingers. Tight enough that Kame can't get out, though.
The second hand, and then he stops. "Okay?" He just
wants to know; that's normal, isn't it. Until now, it was all play. Now
"Yes," Kame says, his face all smooth and easy. "Thank
It gives him a strange tug inside. But, focus. He ties
up Kame's feet, runs his finger softly up one of the soles and watches
Kame's toes curl in. He does it again and smiles to himself.
But then he has to let go.
"I'm right here," he says, and quickly gets out of his
pants. Shirt goes up over his head, it's faster. Kame can hear all the
noises, no chance he'll feel alone, but still. "I'm getting naked too."
Socks. And then he's done.
He gets on the bed and stretches out, all the way beside
Kame, his warm body flush against Kame's cooling skin.
Kame's head turns towards him, his lips towards his
voice. Jin gives him another brief kiss.
"Hi," Kame says.
"You look good lying there," Jin tells him, brushing
warmth over Kame's stomach. "Waiting for me for a change."
Even with the blindfold he can see Kame's eyebrows rise.
"I wait for you a lot..."
Jin puts a finger on his mouth. "Shut up. Be good."
He can feel Kame's smile. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry."
"You're a handful," Jin grumps, and it's funny what the
blindfold does, the way he can just look and watch
Kame's skin flush and his cock get thicker from his touch, in a way
that's not the same when he feels watched watching. "But sexy, so it's
easier to forgive you."
Kame, daring him. But Jin's the one in charge, the one
with his hands free.
"Sexy here." He touches Kame's hipbone. "And sexy here."
He touches his nose. "And here." A tiny nipple. It's fun, the random
jumping around, Kame trying not to twitch. "And here." Collarbone. "And
His palm comes to rest on Kame's cock, which says its
own kind of hi. He feels properly in charge when he doesn't linger more
than moment, fondles Kame's short fingers instead. "And here, too."
Just sexy all over. Kame is tense, but in the
anticipating way, and Jin lets himself look for another moment before
he bends forward and licks Kame's cock.
Kame freezes, then hisses through his teeth. Jin smiles
to himself, licks again, likes the result, and Kame's hips twitch
"Hey, slow down," he says, peering up sternly before he
remembers Kame can't see. "I'm in charge here."
Kame has his lower lip sucked in and his skin has warmed
up, is patchy with excitement. Jin remembers the nice part of what this
felt like the other way around, and if he can get Kame to drift off
like that, to just let Jin...
"So you better hold still," he says. When Kame nods he
goes down to suck once more, and Kame's hips jerk. He laughs again.
"Well, I should stop that then."
"Mean," Kame mumbles. He's cute. And shouldn't be
calling Jin names when he's at Jin's mercy.
"I'm not mean," Jin says. "If I was mean, would I be
doing this..." He licks Kame again and this time Kame behaves, just
tenses. Jin goes deeper, stronger, and Kame is frozen and still, right
until Jin slips his hand under his ass and he feels Kame's knee bump
against his side.
"Hmm, that's a shame," he says, sitting back, and for a
moment takes his hands entirely away. This is fun; like a game,
teasing. Totally something he can do.
Kame doesn't say anything this time, just lies still.
Waiting and turned on, and Jin's glad he's into it, that it didn't just
turn out silly.
He goes stiff with control when Jin brings his hands on
Kame's thighs. Yeah, any game with control, Kame will be good at. But
that's all right.
He's beautiful. Jin torments him with a tickle behind
his knee, raises goosebumps along Kame's stomach, and soaks it all up,
the warmth of knowing he's the only one who'll ever see Kame like this,
and the heat of seeing slowly, seeing everything. He wraps his hand
around Kame's cock and strokes it lazily, watches it grow more and it
turns him on, the way he'd never thought he'd like somebody's dick
He likes the tension in Kame and the sweat on him, and
likes the little gasp when he lets go and runs a strong grip down
"I didn't move," Kame whispers, and Jin thinks that's
true, but then he remembers he can do what he likes anyway. He's the
"You trying to get it over with?" he says, but he gives
Kame another few strokes, wonders what else he can do, because Kame is
enjoying it and it should last a while longer. "You want to get away
Kame shakes his head against crumpled sheets. Okay then.
He keeps his hand around Kame, but light, builds a
little rhythm. Uses his tongue on Kame's skin elsewhere, hips, thighs,
hot puffs of surprise, and the breaths up there go deeper, drift and
dreaminess, good, and Jin wonders what else, watches his fist move and
thinks where he hasn't touched yet and out of nowhere it's cold, that
measuring of arousal and what you can still do, how best to service,
it's how he thinks with clients.
He shakes himself. Slow down.
Slow down. It's nothing like that.
It's Kame. He gets his hand moving again and clients are
long ago and it's Kame, and he knows it even when he doesn't look up,
knows the breathing and knows the planes of his body, the skin and the
little birthmarks, and he often thinks about how to make Kame feel
good, and nothing is the same.
"Hey," he says, and Kame responds with a dreamy hum.
"This is nice," Jin says, random and stupid, he just
"Yeah," Kame mumbles. "Not so mean."
No. And this is what he loves and it gets good again,
he's on top of it. "Because you're behaving," he says, and even if he
doesn't know what he's doing it's good enough, and Kame likes it like
this, losing himself, and Jin keeps his mind on all the right things
and all the hot things and how Kame feels right there in his hand and
how he looks, and it would be perfect if—
"I'm going to take your blindfold off," he says. He lets
go, leans forward; Kame holds still immediately, and when the tie comes
down, his eyes are dazed but questioning.
"I want to see you," Jin says, hovering, while Kame
checks him out with his breath still fast. "And what I want goes,
"Yeah," Kame says. "Whatever you want."
Jin nods back. That makes sense suddenly, Jin gets a say
too. He takes Kame in his hand again and when Kame sinks back, his eyes
stay open, Jin doesn't even have to tell him. Jin's going to make him
come now and he loves doing that, taking Kame along
on a rhythm and seeing him fall apart.
"You can move now," he decides. Kame shudders as his
hips thrust up, and that's a thrill too, knowing Kame fought so hard to
It's slick and steady, familiar from months and months
and new with the single focus, Kame's eyes on him right until the end.
That's when Jin feels powerful, when Kame becomes frantic like that and
beautiful and lets Jin see everything that's happening to him.
Kame pulls at the ties at the finish, pulsing over Jin's
Jin feels an echo of it inside himself, his skin sweaty,
his hand slippery. He keeps watching, all that need and fading heat,
while Kame will let him.
Kame lets him a while, until he's got his breath back,
is limp under Jin's touch. Then he gives Jin a happy, lazy smile.
Jin crawls forward on top of him, tries to cover as much
of Kame as he can, and he touches Kame's face because he needs that
"Extremely okay," Kame smiles, his eyes on Jin almost as
good as a hug. He stretches languidly into the bonds. "What about you,
what do you want to do with me now?"
Yeah, what? His dick is pressing into Kame's stomach,
his dick's a big fan of Kame sweaty and coming and...
"I think I want to graciously let you go," Jin says, and
then his face turns stupidly hot.
Kame looks him over. Yeah, it's not like Jin doesn't
remember the last time one of them wanted the ties off. But, well, this
All of it's been different. Kame nods with his mouth
twitching and flexes his wrists pointedly. "Well, go on then. You are
Jin stretches up, his dick dragging over Kame on the
way, and gets Kame's hands free one after the other. "Think I've been
all the boss I want to be," he mumbles when he flops back down and
Kame's arms finally come around him.
"That's okay," Kame says. "If you're okay..."
"I'm very okay," Jin says, and then he kisses Kame for a
bit of okayness and greatness and different. "Also pretty horny."
Kame laughs. "I'm glad." His face goes kind of soft and
glowing. "I'm glad you're not... I don't know. Bored."
"Well, you gave me a hot show," Jin confesses, and tears
himself away to deal with Kame's feet and come back as soon as
Kame pulls him in when he does, hands on his ass and a
thrust against Jin's erection. "How may I be of assistance?"
"Hm." Jin's not even sure what he wants. Heat, Kame's
mouth around him. But then he'd have to let go, deal with distance.
Kame's mouth… "Just kiss me," he says. There's not been enough kissing
in this scenario. "I'll do the rest."
But the ties are off, and that's the end of Kame letting
Jin do all the work. Figures, Jin thinks, and it's great, his slick
slide against Kame's belly and Kame meeting his thrusts in just the
right way, holding his ass tight, kissing him like he's desperate, like
he loves being close again, too.
He pets Jin's hair when Jin gets caught up and doesn't
hold the noises in, frantic whimpers with Kame's hand on his neck, his
tongue in Jin's mouth, and the rush from below spreading everywhere all
"Oh god yeah," Jin sighs, and Kame holds on and keeps
He doesn't want to move at all.
Kame gives him time, plenty time; at one point Jin's not
sure if he didn't doze off.
So that went well. He thinks. "That went well?"
Kame stirs under him and Jin gets the hint, unsticks
himself and shifts until he's along Kame's side instead of playing
pancake. He props himself up enough to see Kame's face.
"Yeah," Kame says. He smiles, his eyes awake with
thoughts. "More fun than I expected. What did... it was okay for you
"I... yeah." He needs more time, more brains for the
long version. "A bit weird but with unexpected perks," he sums up.
"Different..." Kame's breath is a tiny huff on Jin's
hair. Very perky perks, too." He's quiet after that, thinking his
thoughts and holding on. Jin figures that's fair enough; the rest is
this warmth, their closeness, the rest can settle.
Deep as the water goes
"Do you like it?"
Kame takes a step behind him, his fingers a cool drift
at the edge of Jin's shirt. Jin can hear his smile when he says, "I
thought I should be the one asking that."
He makes his toes keep still, his hands keep still. "I'm
asking you though." He's on edge, feels every breath of air on his face
and naked feet. They chose wide black silk for the blindfold this time.
Kame comes around. Pauses. Jin waits, and is not
surprised by the careful fingers at the edge of the silk. "I like it,"
Kame admits. "It's pretty."
Jin imagines it against the dark, through Kame's eyes, a
flurry of jitters along his spine. Pretty. Jitters and rough whispers.
But Kame likes what he sees. "Good," Jin says.
Kame's hands are ghosting over him, his mouth and his
neck and his chest. Three weeks since the last time, settling and
thinking, Kame making up his mind.
Kame's touch hovers at his waist, fingers sliding along
Jin's belt. They both dressed well for this again. "I think you'll be
pretty when I undress you, too," Kame says, cautious with a test in
there, not the undressing but staging Jin, for looking. Looking and
Not so new. Just stronger, one-sided; differently
familiar, being stared at like a pretty thing. Being for looking at.
It's a prickle on his skin, so wide-awake with his sight
gone. "I think I will, too," Jin says, and it burns a bit. His mouth is
"You know I like to look at you."
Another flush rising. "Yeah, I know," Jin says with
barely any sound, and waits again for the next thing to pull him in,
it's all swimming in his head, that it's good, that this is happening.
Kame never says a thing about his mouth or his ass but
Kame likes them and gets off on them, and now he's getting off on
seeing Jin with a blindfold, Jin letting him look all he wants.
He takes Jin's clothes off, slow and steady, and they've
been there before. Jin wants to laugh a little. But he likes the shift
and slide of the fabric, the air coming in, and Kame's scent in his
nose, Kame's breath warm on him. He listens to it.
His shirt catches on his elbows, almost like restraints,
and Kame leaves it there even when all the rest is gone, and he runs
his hands up Jin's thighs, over everything. He could say something now,
about pretty. About watching.
"I like the way I make you feel," Jin says, because he
thinks it, and then just lets it out."You make me feel like I'm the
luckiest guy in the world," Kame says quietly, his touch light as
Jin bites his lip on a smile. Kame is so sweet. "Just
Silence, and Jin has time to imagine Kame taking it in,
how Jin's naked, and blind. "No, not just that," Kame says. Silence,
and it's only from the sound of the zipper that Jin hears enough to
form the picture. Then Kame steps in, naked too, his body hot and his
erection blunt against Jin's crotch. "This, too," he says, and it goes
to Jin's knees, good thing Kame's got him. "You're so hot sometimes it
makes me dizzy. You can get me hard just by standing there."
Yeah, he knows. Lets it spin through him, pretty and
want and need and the difference to everything he ever hated about
being on display like this. He hates nothing about this.
"It makes me want to blow you," he says into Kame's
neck. "It makes me want to show off for you."
Kame's cock moves against him, even as Kame laughs
softly. "If you started showing off, you could give me a heart attack."
Jin turns his head into the sweaty bend, shaking an
absent no. "Try me sometime."
Kame's hands are brushing down his arm, over bunched-up
fabric, and there's a pause. "I want to tie your hands there."
Blunt, just like Jin. Kame taking his cues. Jin nods.
His shirt drags further down and something pulls inside him, and
whatever Kame does makes the fabric go tight around his arms, his
wrists, become fixed.
Jin's wrists sink, dragging his shoulders back. The
stretch is just odd enough to have him alert, make him shudder when
Kame's arms come around his waist. He can feel Kame's erection pressing
against him, hot and wanting.
Another pause. "It turns me on that you let me."
"Just that?" Not a complaint now. Just a floating
curiosity. He lets Kame, and he'll let Kame do more.
Kame's hands trace lines up Jin's arms, across muscle
and bone; the tension in his neck. "No. This is pretty, too."
Jin nods, though he doesn't know to whom. It's good.
"Come along," Kame says. His cock goes away and Jin
misses it for a second, before Kame puts a hand on his back and starts
to lead him. Jin feels awkward and a bit unstable, walking blind, with
the weight of his own erection.
He needs Kame's guidance when he's there, to drop and
sit safely on the edge of the bed.
Kame traces the blindfold again. Tucks at hair while Jin
feels sweat at the back of his neck, a rush of blood and promise, until
something slides, moves, and he starts when he feels Kame's hands on
his legs. Kame is kneeling before him.
"You have no idea how much I want you," Kame says,
straight to him, Jin knows despite the blindfold. Kame runs both hands
along the insides of his thighs, pushes to make them part wider, and
something in Jin curls up, longing and helpless. "How much it turns me
on to have you like this."
And then his mouth goes down around Jin's cock and Jin
hears his own sob loud in his ears.
He can't see and he can't touch, it's just Kame, around
him, strong hands on his thighs and the hot and wet and... slow, slow
and everything Kame ever learned about him, and Jin doesn't have to do
a thing, he can't, and he's shaking with the shirt and the blindfold
and Kame's grip, and sweat all over him.
He hears the noises, Kame's not shy. They sound greedy
and happy and wind him higher.
Kame takes a break once; strokes him wetly with his hand
and lets Jin feel he's looking again, seeing everything. "You're pretty
all over," he says, and Jin flashes on three weeks ago, watching Kame
fall apart, and then he thinks of Kame seeing him now, with the sweat
and the hard rise of his chest and he bucks against Kame's grip without
"Eager, are you." There's one long, too light slide
along his dick. "Yes, that looks very eager."
Jin holds his breath, and then he can't think anymore,
isn't supposed to, Kame's tongue is back on his cock, warm and rough
and perfect, and then faster and faster and his wrists are straining
against the shirt, his whole body wired and his dick is hot, pulsing,
Kame's mouth, god, hot, oh god.
Plan, huh. Didn't expect that. Didn't think so soon.
Eventually he can breathe.
Kame is rubbing slow circles into his thighs. It's
intimate and tender and Jin doesn't give a fuck how desperate he must
"That was good," Kame says quietly. "I wanted that."
Jin almost laughs, but then it's just a shudder.
Suddenly Kame is even closer, arms circling him, Kame's
mouth is on Jin's chest, sliding down to his stomach in a row of
breathy kisses. There's one of those pauses. Jin's fuzzy, but he gets
that this is when Kame gives himself a push. "I still want to tie you
to the bed," he says. "I want to have you like that even though you're
done. Can we do that?"
Jin nods. He's drifting limp and boneless on a shivery
cloud. Kame can do anything with him.
But Kame's still waiting, waiting to be sure, so Jin
says, "Yeah, we can. Totally can." In a weird way, he's looking forward
to it. "Do it."
"Okay," Kame says, kissing his mouth. "Hold still."
He leaves; Jin hears soft steps. A dip of the bed behind
him, and hands at the shirt, untying. Of course.
Even when he's free, he doesn't make a move. Lets Kame
move his hands around to his front, enjoys it; enjoys the new buzz when
Kame ties them back together, and tips him back.
"Move up," Kame says, and it's naked and a little nice
to scramble up like that.
Kame pushes his arms up, and something fixes his bound
wrists to the top of the bed. Then it's quiet. Kame quiet, Jin's breath
still. The bed doing that dipping thing.
"You're gorgeous like that," Kame says, warm and honest.
It's a buzz, even without the drive of his own hard-on; it's not a
"That what you like?"
He starts, just for a moment, when Kame moves his legs
"Yeah," Kame says. "You... open like this. And letting
me look, letting me touch."
Kame's hands on his thighs again, moving up. Brushing
over his limp dick, taking their time on his hips, pressing on his
"You were right that I like it." Kame sounds quiet. His
touch is soft, but steady, constant connection. "When I can just touch
you, when I make you react, it's... intoxicating. It makes me feel
invincible, like I can do anything. Even more when it's like this."
To hear it like that... Jin breathes deeper, feels like
he's sinking but Kame is right there with him. He smiles and stretches
a little, to open up even more. He likes being right.
"Told you," he whispers, and hears Kame laugh just as
low. There's something sweet, maybe a thank you in Kame kissing his
hip, his touch soft and everywhere, until it's right there up the
inside of his thighs. Slick little circles, god he doesn't know when
Kame did that, but it's wet and slippery and Kame is just waiting a
bit, letting Jin catch the drift. Jin's caught it, and he says nothing,
does nothing, doesn't even want to rush.
He exhales when Kame gets there, slips between, pushes
his fingers inside with that same slow control. Even more
when it's like this. He swallows, it's true, it feels more
and a lot and for a moment he wishes he could see the strength in Kame,
see everything he's getting from this.
He hears a gasp. So the picture's good. He rides out the
tingle, that edge of embarrassment and it all goes soft and dreamy,
he's always loved this.
"I'd like to fuck you too," Kame says, his voice
wavering, his fingers not.
"Yeah," Jin says. "Do that." Just not yet. Not when Kame
plays him like this, makes him sink so deep he can't tell if he's hard
or just high.
Pauses. Pauses, pauses.
Jin lets his hips rise, and gets more just like he
wants, and Kame says, "It makes me feel like you belong to me."
Oh, Kame. "That's okay," Jin says, and there's a soft
laugh again, a happy laugh.
"You look amazing."
And then his fingers make Jin gasp, and squirm, and god
he just came but here he is all but begging, pushing and spreading and
he pictures what Kame sees and he's not even ashamed.
"Yes," Kame whispers, and lets Jin know again all he's
learned about his body. A long, long tease, Jin biting his lip and
jerking against Kame, and then Kame slows down.
He doesn't ask again. And that's a surprise, a shaky
little extra as Kame handles his legs and settles him over his lap, and
then Jin feels him, the stretch, Kame inside him.
Kame sighs and Jin wants to reach for him, but his arms
are caught and there's a hot spike in that. He waits, breathing out,
Kame settling in ways he knows, and the first thrust comes and Jin
almost forgets how often they've done this.
It's new. Rawer, the way he feels taken and overwhelmed
and the power behind it a bit too much, when he can't see.
He doesn't know what was in his voice but Kame slows
instantly. "Too much?"
"No," Jin says and it's true, it's not, he just...
needed to hear. I need to know it's you. "It's
okay," he manages, adds, "just, better. When you say something."
"Okay," Kame says, and he makes it sound easy. "Have I
mentioned you're amazing?"
Jin laughs, he's shaking in Kame's grip. "Not in the
last two minutes."
"That's terrible," Kame says. There's another thrust,
stronger again. "Because you are." Another one, and Jin lets himself be
rocked by it. More power, Kame building up steam. "And gorgeous, and
Jin arches his back, and that's all he can do, Kame's
got this show, "Jin," in a murmur and a whisper and sharp pants, Kame
taking, just what he likes, taking taking pretty let me do
this belong to me, and Jin says, "yeah," and he's here, right
here, Kame clutching his hips and slamming hard
against him, and going still.
Around Jin everything else is spinning.
"Jin." Kame's fingers, so sweaty, sticky, tight and weak
on his hips.
"Right here," Jin mumbles, then has to laugh at himself.
Kame is stroking his skin, just staying still. Jin still
feels the heat coming off his body. "You okay, yeah?"
Kame slips out but he's still touching, always touching.
For a while they're just breathing, the only sound in the silence. Jin
feels more naked suddenly, held like this with the buzz in his brain,
wondering what now, how long this... goes.
The circles Kame makes on his body grow smaller. Slower.
He holds on, and Jin doesn't know what he's thinking. If
he's still looking, liking, or...
"You okay too?"
"Yes," Kame says, slowly. "Yes, I... I am."
Jin finds himself caught again when he tries to reach
out. Of course.
"Okay if you take them off?" Jin says quietly. "I'd like
you up here."
"Of course," Kame says. His voice still sounds rough. "I
can do that." Sounds like the voice of someone who is trying to be in
The bed sinks and bounces with Kame's knees, and the
ties come off easy. Jin arms feel stiff when he takes them down. Ow.
Kame is fondling his wrists like he's checking they're okay. Jin rolls
them a bit, but stills when Kame's mouth is on the skin somewhere, warm
Then Kame tugs down the blindfold, and wow, bright.
Kame, sweaty, searching. Kame's hair, a mess. Kame, great.
"You look really cute," Jin says scratchily.
Kame is scanning him, fingers trailing and hovering.
"Thought I'm supposed to be bossy," he says, light as if all of this is
easy, which Jin knows it's not, and he pulls Kame down with one of his
inelegant arms because he wants a hug and Kame needs one.
Kame settles slowly, like thoughts are making his limbs
unsorted. He puts a hand on Jin's dick, still half-hard from all that.
"Want me to..."
Jin shakes his head quietly. "I'm done."
Kame leaves his hand there anyway, light and soothing.
He seems awake, and Jin's awake too, way more than normal.
Well, this wasn't really normal.
"You liked it, yeah?"
He can feel the thoughts still hovering in Kame. "I did."
"And it wasn't like you worried it might be."
There's a pause, and then Kame props himself up, looking
straight at Jin with dark eyes searching for courage. "It was hot," he
says, lets it hang as if to examine it again. "I liked how it felt."
"But not like you worried," Jin repeats, because they
already knew about the hot part. "Right?"
Kame examines that too for a moment. "Right," he admits.
Takes another moment and nods.
"Come here," Jin says. Weird to think that he's been
tied up but Kame needs things now. He pulls Kame in and kisses him on
the mouth, sweet as he can. "I'm glad we tried it." It's not easy, or
harmless; he had his own little scare right there, reminder that
they're moving in deep waters and Kame's not just silly with his
caution and his care.
But they're fine now. "You need anything?" he asks.
"Anything I can get you?"
Kame's mouth quirks up like he's laughing at himself,
but then he just shakes his head. When he settles against Jin again,
it's heavy and slack, spent. "It was fine, wasn't it," he says after a
while. Just fact now.
Dreamy fact. Jin holds Kame to him, smiling at nothing,
at the whole thing. "Yeah. Just fine."
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