[jin/kame, junno/kame] snuff the fluff
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morendoAkame drabble for misao_duo because I wanted to write her one.
Kame usually isn't the one who sleeps in. There's a soft rapping on the back of his skull where Jin is tapping his fingers impatiently, then running them through his hair, going, Kame, Kame –
Kame buries his face further into the sheets and swats blindly at the man behind him. He thinks his hand connects with Jin's head because there is a squawk, but he doesn't really care. Besides, the sheets smell nice, a little woody and warm, like Jin.
Behind him, Jin sighs, gives up, and flings himself on Kame’s back. Now it's Kame's turn to squawk at the rude intrusion of personal space.
"What personal space? You're sleeping in my bed," Jin covers Kame's body with his and holds Kame's hands down into the mattress when the latter tries to flip them over.
"Nuuurfff," Kame doesn't want to be awake, because he doesn't really need to, for once.
"Hey, hey, hey. Stay awake. I'm going out." Jin presses down and wiggles a little when Kame stops moving.
"Then let me sleep," Kame turns his head to the side, exposing his neck to Jin, who takes advantage of the opportunity to nuzzle Kame's cheek. But when Kame is still unbothered, he sinks teeth into the crook of the sleeping man’s neck and shoulders. Predictably, Kame shrieks and lets out girlish giggles because it is ticklish, godammit Jin!, pushing back against him in all the right places now.
Jin's phone rings on the bedside table, but Kame is quicker and snatches it, snaps it open, presses the phone between his ear and the bed so Jin cannot get at it.
"Give it back! It's probably Yamapi, we're going out for lunch," Jin tries tickling Kame's sides, but Kame just gasps wildly into the phone but doesn't cave.
"Yamapi! Hi!" Kame tries to scrabble up the bed, further away from Jin, but the other man has an obvious weight advantage and pins him down the the hips. "Good morning, what can I do for you?"
"You're supposed to come too," Jin's voice is petulant.
"What? Yes, I am good. But Jin's not out of bed yet -- "
"Hey! Don't listen to him, Yamapi. Kame – Kamenashi Kazuya give my phone back!"
"We're going to be late! Sorry, bye!"
Kame shoves the phone under the pillows to keep it safe, twists in Jin's grasp so that they are now nose to nose. Jin has a slight frown on his face and a menacing curl on his lips.
"Ah, sorry."
"Yamapi's going to kill me," Jin has hands in Kame's hair now, and he grinds his hips down in what Kame would term as a very dangerous manner.
"You're all hot and bothered. What's wrong?"
"If we're going to be late," Jin pulls Kame's head back to suck at the skin of his throat. He lets out a moan. "Your apology better be good."
"Don't worry," Kame reassures him, slipping a hand between their bodies. "I've been taught the importance of good manners."
Akamepi drabble with Koki/Jin friendship, prompt was "to tease". Formisao_duo
"So here I think we should have those rolling platforms again, like we did last concert, only -- " Kame pauses, a little frown starts between his eyebrows. It spreads to the edge of his lips before he shakes his head vehemently and his expression wiped blank. Almost.
"Only what?" Ueda asks, eyes focused on the new concert proposal laid out on the table before him.
"O-only this time we pair off according to our lines in the new song." Kame licks his lips nervously, even though his idea is a perfectly good idea.
~
"What are you doing," Koki corners Jin. "I know what you're doing."
"Then why are you asking?" Jin cocks his chin and it comes so close to Koki's, the rapper draws back a little.
"It'll come back to you," Koki says sagely, nodding his head, pats Jin's ass once and walks away.
"Pervert," Jin calls after him.
~
Jin pats Kame's ass when he passes him in the doorway after lunch break. Kame starts and stutters into his phone. His conversation ends quickly, he snaps the phone shut with a snap and turns to Jin.
"That was Yamapi, you idiot. Wants to know about dinner tonight."
"Huh," Jin says, propping his feet up on the coffee table and relaxing back into the dressing room couch. "Well, tell him you're not free."
Kame eyes him.
"You had your hand in my back pocket at the meeting today."
"So?"
"Tell Yamapi yourself," Kame stares Jin down when the latter pouts. "He's your best friend."
~
Jin cops a feel of Kame's toned abs when he "accidentally" drops his songbook at the other's feet.
"Whoops," Jin says, and bends over to pick it up, a hand casually laid on Kame's tummy for support. Kame jolts underneath his palm, and when Jin stands up, Kame is steadily looking in another direction, even though he doesn't move away so that Jin might have fallen over.
"Baka," Kame slaps the back of Jin's head with his own book.
"-nishi!" Jin completes for him, best innocent grin on his face.
Koki rolls his eyes at Nakamaru, who ends up confused because he has done nothing to deserve it.
~
"Wow, you really need to lose some weight, Jin." Yamapi wipes at his eyebrow in mock tiredness. "You're getting heavy!"
"Let's see... here." Kame's voice is contemplative, and there is a faint faraway shrieking.
It is not that Jin doesn't want to reply, but he can't reply when there's a tie in his mouth and a couple more around his wrists that are also wound around his ankles. It was Yamapi's idea to see Jin try and get away from himself, knees bent and on his back, wrists bound to ankle and at their whim. Jin's on his back where he'd been dumped on the bed, hair and clothes mussed, looking outrageously manhandled with a furious expression to boot. The shrieking turns into whimpering when Kame's fingers travel from the edge of his collarbones up to his jaw to hold his chin.
"We have time," Yamapi smoothes a hand down Kame's front, then back up to hitch up his shirt and expose smooth skin. Then, he sits back in a comfortable chair and pours himself a glass of wine.
"Yes," Kame's voice is wispy in Jin's ear. "We do."
~
When Jin comes into work the next day, Koki corners him again and yanks down the collar of his shirt.
"What, fuck, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Koki just grinds a palm into the crotch of Jin's jeans.
"I told you so!" He laughs in Jin's face before he takes off down the corridor.
Kame/Junno forgirlearthless because. Just because!
"Kame."
Kame stares at the magazine resolutely. He's on his tummy on the living room sofa enjoying a moment of after work peace.
"Kame-chan~"
Kame tries to ignore him, but the other man is persistent, voice thin and reedy, like the fingers that are poking him in the side.
"Kamenashi Ka-"
"WHAT!" Kame snaps his head towards Junno, who has a guilt-free look on his face, topped off with a wide, toothy smile. He's crouched by the coffee table looking like an eager puppy.
"I miss you." Junno's words oddly don't match his body language, but when Kame catches the other's eyes, he sighs and drops the magazine onto the floor with a soft plop.
"Come here," Kame motions for Junno to get on the couch too. He clambers on and lies down on top of Kame so that their bodies are flush against each other, nose pressed into the shorter man's hair, Kame breathing against the skin of his neck. Junno is in between Kame's legs because it's the only way they'd fit on the couch without the threat of falling off in an undignified manner.
"Not so far apart now, are we?"
Junno can hear the smile in Kame's voice, and feel the run of fingers down the bumps of his spine through the worn cotton of his shirt.
"No, just a bit more," Junno corrects him, and kisses Kame on the mouth.
misao_duo because I wanted to write her one. Kame usually isn't the one who sleeps in. There's a soft rapping on the back of his skull where Jin is tapping his fingers impatiently, then running them through his hair, going, Kame, Kame –
Kame buries his face further into the sheets and swats blindly at the man behind him. He thinks his hand connects with Jin's head because there is a squawk, but he doesn't really care. Besides, the sheets smell nice, a little woody and warm, like Jin.
Behind him, Jin sighs, gives up, and flings himself on Kame’s back. Now it's Kame's turn to squawk at the rude intrusion of personal space.
"What personal space? You're sleeping in my bed," Jin covers Kame's body with his and holds Kame's hands down into the mattress when the latter tries to flip them over.
"Nuuurfff," Kame doesn't want to be awake, because he doesn't really need to, for once.
"Hey, hey, hey. Stay awake. I'm going out." Jin presses down and wiggles a little when Kame stops moving.
"Then let me sleep," Kame turns his head to the side, exposing his neck to Jin, who takes advantage of the opportunity to nuzzle Kame's cheek. But when Kame is still unbothered, he sinks teeth into the crook of the sleeping man’s neck and shoulders. Predictably, Kame shrieks and lets out girlish giggles because it is ticklish, godammit Jin!, pushing back against him in all the right places now.
Jin's phone rings on the bedside table, but Kame is quicker and snatches it, snaps it open, presses the phone between his ear and the bed so Jin cannot get at it.
"Give it back! It's probably Yamapi, we're going out for lunch," Jin tries tickling Kame's sides, but Kame just gasps wildly into the phone but doesn't cave.
"Yamapi! Hi!" Kame tries to scrabble up the bed, further away from Jin, but the other man has an obvious weight advantage and pins him down the the hips. "Good morning, what can I do for you?"
"You're supposed to come too," Jin's voice is petulant.
"What? Yes, I am good. But Jin's not out of bed yet -- "
"Hey! Don't listen to him, Yamapi. Kame – Kamenashi Kazuya give my phone back!"
"We're going to be late! Sorry, bye!"
Kame shoves the phone under the pillows to keep it safe, twists in Jin's grasp so that they are now nose to nose. Jin has a slight frown on his face and a menacing curl on his lips.
"Ah, sorry."
"Yamapi's going to kill me," Jin has hands in Kame's hair now, and he grinds his hips down in what Kame would term as a very dangerous manner.
"You're all hot and bothered. What's wrong?"
"If we're going to be late," Jin pulls Kame's head back to suck at the skin of his throat. He lets out a moan. "Your apology better be good."
"Don't worry," Kame reassures him, slipping a hand between their bodies. "I've been taught the importance of good manners."
Akamepi drabble with Koki/Jin friendship, prompt was "to tease". For
misao_duo"So here I think we should have those rolling platforms again, like we did last concert, only -- " Kame pauses, a little frown starts between his eyebrows. It spreads to the edge of his lips before he shakes his head vehemently and his expression wiped blank. Almost.
"Only what?" Ueda asks, eyes focused on the new concert proposal laid out on the table before him.
"O-only this time we pair off according to our lines in the new song." Kame licks his lips nervously, even though his idea is a perfectly good idea.
~
"What are you doing," Koki corners Jin. "I know what you're doing."
"Then why are you asking?" Jin cocks his chin and it comes so close to Koki's, the rapper draws back a little.
"It'll come back to you," Koki says sagely, nodding his head, pats Jin's ass once and walks away.
"Pervert," Jin calls after him.
~
Jin pats Kame's ass when he passes him in the doorway after lunch break. Kame starts and stutters into his phone. His conversation ends quickly, he snaps the phone shut with a snap and turns to Jin.
"That was Yamapi, you idiot. Wants to know about dinner tonight."
"Huh," Jin says, propping his feet up on the coffee table and relaxing back into the dressing room couch. "Well, tell him you're not free."
Kame eyes him.
"You had your hand in my back pocket at the meeting today."
"So?"
"Tell Yamapi yourself," Kame stares Jin down when the latter pouts. "He's your best friend."
~
Jin cops a feel of Kame's toned abs when he "accidentally" drops his songbook at the other's feet.
"Whoops," Jin says, and bends over to pick it up, a hand casually laid on Kame's tummy for support. Kame jolts underneath his palm, and when Jin stands up, Kame is steadily looking in another direction, even though he doesn't move away so that Jin might have fallen over.
"Baka," Kame slaps the back of Jin's head with his own book.
"-nishi!" Jin completes for him, best innocent grin on his face.
Koki rolls his eyes at Nakamaru, who ends up confused because he has done nothing to deserve it.
~
"Wow, you really need to lose some weight, Jin." Yamapi wipes at his eyebrow in mock tiredness. "You're getting heavy!"
"Let's see... here." Kame's voice is contemplative, and there is a faint faraway shrieking.
It is not that Jin doesn't want to reply, but he can't reply when there's a tie in his mouth and a couple more around his wrists that are also wound around his ankles. It was Yamapi's idea to see Jin try and get away from himself, knees bent and on his back, wrists bound to ankle and at their whim. Jin's on his back where he'd been dumped on the bed, hair and clothes mussed, looking outrageously manhandled with a furious expression to boot. The shrieking turns into whimpering when Kame's fingers travel from the edge of his collarbones up to his jaw to hold his chin.
"We have time," Yamapi smoothes a hand down Kame's front, then back up to hitch up his shirt and expose smooth skin. Then, he sits back in a comfortable chair and pours himself a glass of wine.
"Yes," Kame's voice is wispy in Jin's ear. "We do."
~
When Jin comes into work the next day, Koki corners him again and yanks down the collar of his shirt.
"What, fuck, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Koki just grinds a palm into the crotch of Jin's jeans.
"I told you so!" He laughs in Jin's face before he takes off down the corridor.
Kame/Junno for
girlearthless because. Just because!"Kame."
Kame stares at the magazine resolutely. He's on his tummy on the living room sofa enjoying a moment of after work peace.
"Kame-chan~"
Kame tries to ignore him, but the other man is persistent, voice thin and reedy, like the fingers that are poking him in the side.
"Kamenashi Ka-"
"WHAT!" Kame snaps his head towards Junno, who has a guilt-free look on his face, topped off with a wide, toothy smile. He's crouched by the coffee table looking like an eager puppy.
"I miss you." Junno's words oddly don't match his body language, but when Kame catches the other's eyes, he sighs and drops the magazine onto the floor with a soft plop.
"Come here," Kame motions for Junno to get on the couch too. He clambers on and lies down on top of Kame so that their bodies are flush against each other, nose pressed into the shorter man's hair, Kame breathing against the skin of his neck. Junno is in between Kame's legs because it's the only way they'd fit on the couch without the threat of falling off in an undignified manner.
"Not so far apart now, are we?"
Junno can hear the smile in Kame's voice, and feel the run of fingers down the bumps of his spine through the worn cotton of his shirt.
"No, just a bit more," Junno corrects him, and kisses Kame on the mouth.
