Yamapi slumps against the doorframe, yawning broad-mouthed while he scratches his stomach. "Why are you awake?" he asks Jin, squinting through the light from the refrigerator. "You got out of bed, you turned on the air conditioner, and you left the blankets all tangled at the foot of the bed. I can't feel my ass. It's like two snocones."
Jin emerges from the refrigerator with a can of strawberry pineapple seltzer water.
Yamapi stares.
Jin says, "Yeah, you buy weird shit, Pi." He thumbs the tab open with a snick and swigs four continuous gulps. "Tasty weird, though," he amends, licking his lips.
Yamapi shuffles into the kitchen, plucks the can out of Jin's hand and sets it on the counter. "Bed now," he says. His mastery of the Japanese language is second only to his mastery of succinctly communicating what he wants.
Jin grins. "You're cute when you're exhausted."
"I'm hideous when I'm exhausted, you dickface."
"Adorable." Jin slides his arms under Yamapi's and through the armholes of his tank top. His hands are warm, and Yamapi makes a face at him before settling against Jin's chest, which is even warmer.
Jin mouths the curve of Yamapi's ear. "We didn't finish before," he whispers.
Jin flattened his tongue on the small of Yamapi's back, then licked steadily upward while Yamapi breathed rougher and quicker. Working one slick finger in, Jin sucked and nibbled on the spot where Yamapi's neck joined his shoulder. Yamapi, face pressed into his crooked elbow, moaned Jin's name like a plea.
Jin traced the outline of Yamapi's shoulder blade once quickly, then again, slower. Yamapi exhaled on a moan, just before Jin slid another finger in. His moan cut off into a gasp.
Yamapi eyes Jin suspiciously and says, "Yes, we did. Believe me," he adds, pointing at his ass, "I would remember better than you."
Jin pushes Yamapi's hair away from his ear and quickly bites the lobe, lingering to whisper, "I got you off. You didn't pay me back."
Yamapi pretends indifference for four seconds.
Jin counts.
"Fine," Yamapi groans, turning around to slam Jin against the sink.
Jin whoops, delighted, before Yamapi closes in to bite Jin's bottom lip. Jin licks the teeth on his lip. Yamapi meets his gaze, lifts his eyebrows smugly. Mouths Jin's lip, slowly licking his chin for good measure.
Jin sighs, "Nice," as he slides his fingers down Yamapi's hips, pushing past the waistband of his boxers. "Dolce and Gabana," he whispers, gripping Yamapi's ass with ten hints of fingernail.
Yamapi moans, rolling his hips. "Not all foreign words are sexy, you dork."
Jin laughs, breathless, forehead on Yamapi's temple.
Yamapi touches fleeting kisses to Jin's mouth, mostly for the slick noises they produce. Once, Jin starts to push, to linger, but Yamapi says, "Stop. My turn," and pinches Jin's nipple.
After that, Jin is mostly compliant. He knows shit about subtlety, so he gets revenge shamelessly by moaning and gasping whenever Yamapi so much as looks at him. It should sound cheesy, but
"Uuhnnn, yesss, niiice"
he's actually turned on.
Yamapi drags his fingernails down Jin's bare stomach, watching through half-lidded eyes as Jin flinches and moans. He dips his head back, neck a long, tempting line. Yamapi bites his shoulder and sucks hard.
"That's right," Jin groans, "harder."
Yamapi's breath hitches. He grabs Jin's hip and turns him to face the counter. Jin immediately leans on his hands, fingers splayed and bent on the surface. His fingertips are white.
Yamapi wraps an arm around Jin's waist to hold him still. Yamapi slides his boxers off. Leaves Jin's on, just so he can press against Jin naked and feel him squirm.
PART THE FIRST
Jin emerges from the refrigerator with a can of strawberry pineapple seltzer water.
Yamapi stares.
Jin says, "Yeah, you buy weird shit, Pi." He thumbs the tab open with a snick and swigs four continuous gulps. "Tasty weird, though," he amends, licking his lips.
Yamapi shuffles into the kitchen, plucks the can out of Jin's hand and sets it on the counter. "Bed now," he says. His mastery of the Japanese language is second only to his mastery of succinctly communicating what he wants.
Jin grins. "You're cute when you're exhausted."
"I'm hideous when I'm exhausted, you dickface."
"Adorable." Jin slides his arms under Yamapi's and through the armholes of his tank top. His hands are warm, and Yamapi makes a face at him before settling against Jin's chest, which is even warmer.
Jin mouths the curve of Yamapi's ear. "We didn't finish before," he whispers.
Jin flattened his tongue on the small of Yamapi's back, then licked steadily upward while Yamapi breathed rougher and quicker. Working one slick finger in, Jin sucked and nibbled on the spot where Yamapi's neck joined his shoulder. Yamapi, face pressed into his crooked elbow, moaned Jin's name like a plea.
Jin traced the outline of Yamapi's shoulder blade once quickly, then again, slower. Yamapi exhaled on a moan, just before Jin slid another finger in. His moan cut off into a gasp.
Yamapi eyes Jin suspiciously and says, "Yes, we did. Believe me," he adds, pointing at his ass, "I would remember better than you."
Jin pushes Yamapi's hair away from his ear and quickly bites the lobe, lingering to whisper, "I got you off. You didn't pay me back."
Yamapi pretends indifference for four seconds.
Jin counts.
"Fine," Yamapi groans, turning around to slam Jin against the sink.
Jin whoops, delighted, before Yamapi closes in to bite Jin's bottom lip. Jin licks the teeth on his lip. Yamapi meets his gaze, lifts his eyebrows smugly. Mouths Jin's lip, slowly licking his chin for good measure.
Jin sighs, "Nice," as he slides his fingers down Yamapi's hips, pushing past the waistband of his boxers. "Dolce and Gabana," he whispers, gripping Yamapi's ass with ten hints of fingernail.
Yamapi moans, rolling his hips. "Not all foreign words are sexy, you dork."
Jin laughs, breathless, forehead on Yamapi's temple.
Yamapi touches fleeting kisses to Jin's mouth, mostly for the slick noises they produce. Once, Jin starts to push, to linger, but Yamapi says, "Stop. My turn," and pinches Jin's nipple.
After that, Jin is mostly compliant. He knows shit about subtlety, so he gets revenge shamelessly by moaning and gasping whenever Yamapi so much as looks at him. It should sound cheesy, but
"Uuhnnn, yesss, niiice"
he's actually turned on.
Yamapi drags his fingernails down Jin's bare stomach, watching through half-lidded eyes as Jin flinches and moans. He dips his head back, neck a long, tempting line. Yamapi bites his shoulder and sucks hard.
"That's right," Jin groans, "harder."
Yamapi's breath hitches. He grabs Jin's hip and turns him to face the counter. Jin immediately leans on his hands, fingers splayed and bent on the surface. His fingertips are white.
Yamapi wraps an arm around Jin's waist to hold him still. Yamapi slides his boxers off. Leaves Jin's on, just so he can press against Jin naked and feel him squirm.