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[Oct 15] [JE: KAT-TUN] untitled
Title: untitled
Day/Theme: Oct 15th / maybe is a vicious little word
Series: Kat-tun (RPS)
Character/Pairing: Kamenashi Kazuya x Tanaka Koki
Rating: NC-17
Through the blood rushing through his ears and the tears blurring his sight, it seems a lot like a dream. If he concentrates hard enough, he can fool himself into believing it’s not real.
The thin fingers burying themselves into his hips, drops of sweat falling on his back, the hard flesh penetrating him over and over again – it can’t be true, can’t hurt like it does.
His shoulders are stiff; his wrists ache where they’re surrounded by ties. He has to keep himself from screaming every time the man behind him thrust forward. He forces himself to only let out the small moans that bubble up inside of him whenever the man changes his angle and brushes the sweet spot.
He is tense, getting tenser by the minute while his partner is still going strong. It might seem like he’s close, probably, except it’s really a kind of tension that comes from biting back noises and taking every press in and pull out.
“You gonna come?” the man asks, predictably.
He tries to murmur something that sounds like agreement, anything so the man will go ahead and finish. It will be over than, not thrusts shaking his body, no tears pooling in his eyes.
The pace picks up; sure, fast motions back and forth and back and forth, some of them feeling good, most of them not. He bites down on his lip, relishes in the sharp tang of blood that floats his taste buds.
He concentrates on tightening his muscles, clamping down around the man inside of him, delighted when he groans and pushes forward sharply, spilling himself inside the hot body and slumping down on top of him.
He feels strangely empty when the man finally pulls out and then back, probably to watch his mess drip out over muscled thighs and down onto white sheets.
He doesn’t wonder about the lack of stains on the cotton, doesn’t think anything of the soft flesh lovingly framed by tanned legs.
He’s forgetful like that, oblivious. Incapable.
“Thank you, Koki,” Kame says, dipping a hand into his semen around the rosy hole.
“Un,” Koki murmurs, tired and abused.
Anything for Kame-chan.
Day/Theme: Oct 15th / maybe is a vicious little word
Series: Kat-tun (RPS)
Character/Pairing: Kamenashi Kazuya x Tanaka Koki
Rating: NC-17
Through the blood rushing through his ears and the tears blurring his sight, it seems a lot like a dream. If he concentrates hard enough, he can fool himself into believing it’s not real.
The thin fingers burying themselves into his hips, drops of sweat falling on his back, the hard flesh penetrating him over and over again – it can’t be true, can’t hurt like it does.
His shoulders are stiff; his wrists ache where they’re surrounded by ties. He has to keep himself from screaming every time the man behind him thrust forward. He forces himself to only let out the small moans that bubble up inside of him whenever the man changes his angle and brushes the sweet spot.
He is tense, getting tenser by the minute while his partner is still going strong. It might seem like he’s close, probably, except it’s really a kind of tension that comes from biting back noises and taking every press in and pull out.
“You gonna come?” the man asks, predictably.
He tries to murmur something that sounds like agreement, anything so the man will go ahead and finish. It will be over than, not thrusts shaking his body, no tears pooling in his eyes.
The pace picks up; sure, fast motions back and forth and back and forth, some of them feeling good, most of them not. He bites down on his lip, relishes in the sharp tang of blood that floats his taste buds.
He concentrates on tightening his muscles, clamping down around the man inside of him, delighted when he groans and pushes forward sharply, spilling himself inside the hot body and slumping down on top of him.
He feels strangely empty when the man finally pulls out and then back, probably to watch his mess drip out over muscled thighs and down onto white sheets.
He doesn’t wonder about the lack of stains on the cotton, doesn’t think anything of the soft flesh lovingly framed by tanned legs.
He’s forgetful like that, oblivious. Incapable.
“Thank you, Koki,” Kame says, dipping a hand into his semen around the rosy hole.
“Un,” Koki murmurs, tired and abused.
Anything for Kame-chan.