“Jin, fuck you, move, damn it,”
They’ve been stuck in the same position for twenty minutes now, but Jin still hasn’t moved. Kame’s cock is impossibly hard and Jin’s just spent the better part of an hour torturing his anus, fuck him, and he needs Jin to move, right now, or Kame thinks he will go crazy. Or Kame’s already going crazy. He doesn’t know anymore.
Jin’s voice is rich and delicious even as he speaks, and Kame can imagine it, smooth and silky, sliding down the small of Kame’s back. He shivers as Jin leans over him, his long hair tickling, warm air blowing across his shoulder.
“There’s a magic word, you know.” It’s only a suggestion, soft and low and seductive, but Jin’s words are hard and his grip on Kame’s hips unyielding.
He tips his head forward and rests his chin on Kame’s strained shoulder, tongue licking a slow, hot trail along the shell of Kame’s ear, Jin’s cock sliding out slightly as his hips move backward from the effort.
“Say it,” Jin whispers, and Kame can’t think, not when Jin is playing with him, when Kame feels himself go soft and pliant at Jin’s touch, Jin’s voice, the tip of Jin’s tongue, now trailing itself against Kame’s neck.
Kame lets out a muffled sob of frustration and Jin knows he’s had him.
“P-please,” Kame chokes out. “Please, Jin,”
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