Like Water Through My Fingers
Mar. 27th, 2007 03:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoozing_kittenBand: kat-tun
Pairing: Kame/Kame (Maru/Kame)
Rating: Low NC-17
Status: Stand Alone
Summary: Kame takes a shower
There was nothing like a shower after a long day of singing and dancing practice. Eat a bowl of instant ramen; watch an hour of television, shower and crash headlong into the welcoming embrace of his pillows. Toeing off his shoes at the door his eyes silently assessing his dark and unmoving apartment.
His stomach didn’t protest when he bypassed the idea of dinner –eating didn’t seem as appealing as the feeling of warm water running down his body at the moment. The message light was blinking on his phone and he paused with his fingers hovering over the button, with a sigh he played his messages back.
“Kame!” Hikaru’s voice crooned from his machine, “do you want to karaoke on Friday? Call me back please! … This is Hikaru~!” Another dry Friday? He toyed with the idea, it has been awhile since he had time to spend with his favourite junior.
It’s not like he really has anything else to do on Friday.
“Good evening Kame, this is Ueda;” A pause and Kame looks at the machine willing it to hurry, “I’m just calling to let you know, Monday’s photo shoot has been moved to next Thursday, Nakamaru delayed his return trip a few days.”
It fell dead, no more messages. One last fleeting glance and he was cutting his way through the living room leaving his jacket and hat on a chair. Stripping his shirt over his head in his bedroom he tossed the thin cotton on the bed. Fingers toying with the clasp on his belt and it too was soon tossed on his bed. Pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of the pooled denim- kicking them aside. Boxers go in the hamper and he shivers because the still air in his apartment is cold against his naked skin.
Necklace and rings form a small mound on his counter and he catches his reflection in the mirror above the sink. Without makeup and his hair messily tied back he could pass for a homeless man- with flawless skin. He’s certainly thin enough to pass for a man half starved. Shaking off the though he begins to run the water, waiting for the water to heat up- it’s cold in his house.
Steam began to pour out of the shower, crawling across his mirror until his reflection is lost to the fog. It gets warm and moist in the small bathroom quickly, holding his hand under the spray he’s finally satisfied with the temperature. Stepping into the shower he puts himself right under the spray and tilts his head back to let it wash over him. Ghost fingers of water run down his chest and sides, trailing down his arms and legs, warming his cold skin as it goes. Making a soft sound of contentment he grabs his body wash and begins to lather the soap.
He’s tired, has been for the last week, and the water running down his body feels almost like the warm hands of a lover. When was the last time? Roughly three weeks ago, Kusano in the bathroom, if you can count a hasty blowjob as a ‘time’. Before that? Casting his mind back, he figures it must have been Ueda, and that night at his house. That was about two months ago.
He’s an idol; idols should get laid more often. Closing his eyes he murmurs something incoherent and runs one hand up through the suds to his neck, playing fingertips down the centre of his chest. Toying with his navel teasingly and closing his eyes the plains walls of his shower disappear. Dancing lower, it almost tickles, an involuntary shiver crawls down his spine; licking the water off his lips he finally reaches his mostly flaccid penis.
Careful prodding fingers bring it mostly to attention, his smooth fingertips brushing against all the spots that feel the best. But it’s his mind that makes the blood rush, a picture painted on the back of his eyelids. His breathing comes a little quicker and his heart pick up the beat, sill his hand is slow teasing.
Eyes closed, kneeling obediently, plush lips parted just a little, the tip of an agile pink tongue darting out; what a pretty picture it is too. Forming a fist he begins to stroke, long and smooth, lubricated by the water still cascading down his body. Imagination working overtime, he’s imagining cupping his chin, the head tilts back just a little, lips part just a little more- waiting. Pressing the head against those lips he sinks in slowly, tongue teasing him all the way in. Slowly Kame begins to thrust, shallow movements, he’s not trying to choke him, but it feels so good.
A small muffled noise, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth Kame lets out a deep breath, sucking another lungful of wet air. The image is so vivid, like he could reach down and snarl his fingers in soft brown hair. He can feel his name on the tip of his tongue, and since he’s alone he lets it fall.
“Maru.” A half-moan, half-whimper.
Breaking the ribbon of his fantasy, becoming disjointed; his fist is moving fast now, stimulating nerve endings that make his blood scream. It feels good, but it would feel better if it was Maru’s hand, Maru’s mouth, Maru’s anything. But it’s not so he settles for his own imagined boy.
Closer and closer he comes, and to push himself over the edge, his favourite parts of individual fantasies, strung together to pull him into sensory overload.
Holding Maru still with his hand snarled in soft hair, pulling him back just in time to splatter his face with warm semen. The priceless shocked expression, licking his lips unconsciously, tasting Kame on his skin.
Pressing Maru over the edge of his kitchen counter, licking a wet line down his back. How his whimpers would echo in the otherwise empty apartment, spreading the globes of his pale ass and licking obscenely at the puckered entrance. How Maru would shriek and cry his name, begging him to stop because it felt too good.
Lying on his back, moaning as above him Maru rocked back and forth, all but fucking himself on Kame. One delicate hand flying up and down his erection, panting and whimpering.
Finally it sends him flying over the edge, groaning loudly as he pumps every last shred of his orgasm out. With a final shuddering sigh he leans on the tiled wall to catch his breath, holding his hand out under the spray he watches as his cum is washed away and down the drain.
What a waste.
Reaching limply for the shampoo he begins to wash his hair next. Thinking all the while about Maru. He could tie him to his bed, bring him food and water and never let him leave again. The thought brings a smile, manacles around delicate wrists, Maru looking up at him, sitting on his knees, stark naked against Kame’s deep blue sheets.
He could put him on a leash, a pretty neck like that deserves a collar, a thick chain that only he is allowed to hold. A tug on the leash to make him kneel where Kame wanted him, and he shivers.
Or he could destroy him. Pull the world out from under the small man and shred it to tiny pieces. Then build it back up, the way he wanted it too look, then Maru would never leave him. After so long watching him, he knew what buttons to press, where all his insecurities lay, and just how to monopolize on them. Without Jin here, he would tumble like a house of cards, then it would be up to Kame to rebuild.
See Jin try and keep him then.
Pairing: Kame/Kame (Maru/Kame)
Rating: Low NC-17
Status: Stand Alone
Summary: Kame takes a shower
There was nothing like a shower after a long day of singing and dancing practice. Eat a bowl of instant ramen; watch an hour of television, shower and crash headlong into the welcoming embrace of his pillows. Toeing off his shoes at the door his eyes silently assessing his dark and unmoving apartment.
His stomach didn’t protest when he bypassed the idea of dinner –eating didn’t seem as appealing as the feeling of warm water running down his body at the moment. The message light was blinking on his phone and he paused with his fingers hovering over the button, with a sigh he played his messages back.
“Kame!” Hikaru’s voice crooned from his machine, “do you want to karaoke on Friday? Call me back please! … This is Hikaru~!” Another dry Friday? He toyed with the idea, it has been awhile since he had time to spend with his favourite junior.
It’s not like he really has anything else to do on Friday.
“Good evening Kame, this is Ueda;” A pause and Kame looks at the machine willing it to hurry, “I’m just calling to let you know, Monday’s photo shoot has been moved to next Thursday, Nakamaru delayed his return trip a few days.”
It fell dead, no more messages. One last fleeting glance and he was cutting his way through the living room leaving his jacket and hat on a chair. Stripping his shirt over his head in his bedroom he tossed the thin cotton on the bed. Fingers toying with the clasp on his belt and it too was soon tossed on his bed. Pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of the pooled denim- kicking them aside. Boxers go in the hamper and he shivers because the still air in his apartment is cold against his naked skin.
Necklace and rings form a small mound on his counter and he catches his reflection in the mirror above the sink. Without makeup and his hair messily tied back he could pass for a homeless man- with flawless skin. He’s certainly thin enough to pass for a man half starved. Shaking off the though he begins to run the water, waiting for the water to heat up- it’s cold in his house.
Steam began to pour out of the shower, crawling across his mirror until his reflection is lost to the fog. It gets warm and moist in the small bathroom quickly, holding his hand under the spray he’s finally satisfied with the temperature. Stepping into the shower he puts himself right under the spray and tilts his head back to let it wash over him. Ghost fingers of water run down his chest and sides, trailing down his arms and legs, warming his cold skin as it goes. Making a soft sound of contentment he grabs his body wash and begins to lather the soap.
He’s tired, has been for the last week, and the water running down his body feels almost like the warm hands of a lover. When was the last time? Roughly three weeks ago, Kusano in the bathroom, if you can count a hasty blowjob as a ‘time’. Before that? Casting his mind back, he figures it must have been Ueda, and that night at his house. That was about two months ago.
He’s an idol; idols should get laid more often. Closing his eyes he murmurs something incoherent and runs one hand up through the suds to his neck, playing fingertips down the centre of his chest. Toying with his navel teasingly and closing his eyes the plains walls of his shower disappear. Dancing lower, it almost tickles, an involuntary shiver crawls down his spine; licking the water off his lips he finally reaches his mostly flaccid penis.
Careful prodding fingers bring it mostly to attention, his smooth fingertips brushing against all the spots that feel the best. But it’s his mind that makes the blood rush, a picture painted on the back of his eyelids. His breathing comes a little quicker and his heart pick up the beat, sill his hand is slow teasing.
Eyes closed, kneeling obediently, plush lips parted just a little, the tip of an agile pink tongue darting out; what a pretty picture it is too. Forming a fist he begins to stroke, long and smooth, lubricated by the water still cascading down his body. Imagination working overtime, he’s imagining cupping his chin, the head tilts back just a little, lips part just a little more- waiting. Pressing the head against those lips he sinks in slowly, tongue teasing him all the way in. Slowly Kame begins to thrust, shallow movements, he’s not trying to choke him, but it feels so good.
A small muffled noise, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth Kame lets out a deep breath, sucking another lungful of wet air. The image is so vivid, like he could reach down and snarl his fingers in soft brown hair. He can feel his name on the tip of his tongue, and since he’s alone he lets it fall.
“Maru.” A half-moan, half-whimper.
Breaking the ribbon of his fantasy, becoming disjointed; his fist is moving fast now, stimulating nerve endings that make his blood scream. It feels good, but it would feel better if it was Maru’s hand, Maru’s mouth, Maru’s anything. But it’s not so he settles for his own imagined boy.
Closer and closer he comes, and to push himself over the edge, his favourite parts of individual fantasies, strung together to pull him into sensory overload.
Holding Maru still with his hand snarled in soft hair, pulling him back just in time to splatter his face with warm semen. The priceless shocked expression, licking his lips unconsciously, tasting Kame on his skin.
Pressing Maru over the edge of his kitchen counter, licking a wet line down his back. How his whimpers would echo in the otherwise empty apartment, spreading the globes of his pale ass and licking obscenely at the puckered entrance. How Maru would shriek and cry his name, begging him to stop because it felt too good.
Lying on his back, moaning as above him Maru rocked back and forth, all but fucking himself on Kame. One delicate hand flying up and down his erection, panting and whimpering.
Finally it sends him flying over the edge, groaning loudly as he pumps every last shred of his orgasm out. With a final shuddering sigh he leans on the tiled wall to catch his breath, holding his hand out under the spray he watches as his cum is washed away and down the drain.
What a waste.
Reaching limply for the shampoo he begins to wash his hair next. Thinking all the while about Maru. He could tie him to his bed, bring him food and water and never let him leave again. The thought brings a smile, manacles around delicate wrists, Maru looking up at him, sitting on his knees, stark naked against Kame’s deep blue sheets.
He could put him on a leash, a pretty neck like that deserves a collar, a thick chain that only he is allowed to hold. A tug on the leash to make him kneel where Kame wanted him, and he shivers.
Or he could destroy him. Pull the world out from under the small man and shred it to tiny pieces. Then build it back up, the way he wanted it too look, then Maru would never leave him. After so long watching him, he knew what buttons to press, where all his insecurities lay, and just how to monopolize on them. Without Jin here, he would tumble like a house of cards, then it would be up to Kame to rebuild.
See Jin try and keep him then.
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Date: 2007-03-27 05:47 pm (UTC)... but very hot. Good job!
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Date: 2007-03-27 08:22 pm (UTC)You know how they say that you can think/fantasise about anything, because there is no law inside your brain... or something along those lines? This is exactly what Kame is doing, and all his naughty thoughts are here, in front of us. Which is hot.
Wah! How I adore Kame/Maru.
Thank you for writing and sharing :)
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Date: 2007-03-28 12:19 am (UTC)You can be anything and do everything in your thoughts, I think it's interesting, Kame just has naughty thoughts.
I like Jin/Maru, but there is no denying Kame wants in those jeans.
Thanks for another sweet comment~!
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Date: 2007-03-28 02:29 am (UTC)(I know, but as I said, since Jin's been gone all the photos of kat-tun are of Kame molesting Maru, it begged to be done)
If I ever wrote a run-into-the-ground common pairing, I'd probably jump of the bridge.
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Date: 2007-03-28 03:06 am (UTC)Oho!
The Jin/Maru is so yummy ^__^ I mean the cheek pinching fetish? There are so many exploitable plot elements for those two it just makes me glee thinking about it (Sometimes I even throw Pi in there to sate my need for kinky threesomes)
It bothers me that every second entry is Kame/Jin. D= Which I will *never* succomb to.
kat-tun in my mind fits nicely into, Maru/Jin, Kame/Ueda, Junno/Ohkura and finally Koki/Taiyo (just a LITTLE unusal, but not too much XD) or whatever I feel like at that moment.
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Date: 2007-03-28 03:31 am (UTC)... Have you read my Jin/Maru/Pi?! Dom!Jin and Bitch!Maru are *so* my favourite, and there is just so much between them. There should be more, you're right, you just made me want to pick of this fic I've been working on for ages... Jin and Maru need it.
I have *never* liked Akame, and you're right, I never will, there is just too much of it. Ryouchi never much appealed to me either (I *do* like Ryo/Koyama/Uchi tho!)
Junno/Ohkura is my best friend's mad crazy OTP, so where I can I weave it into things, but I've never had the chance to write more of it then one kind of really crappy drabble.
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Date: 2007-03-28 04:15 am (UTC)I usually see him as a bit of a passive one, tends to get abused; and Kame, who usually has it down, but sometimes isn't 100% careful with Ueda's mental state.
XD I finish about 15% of chpater fics I start, and 70% of one-shots. But I've been working on this for months now, but it's five chapters long with a chapter being about 3000 words =/ I really don't want to give up on it because I really do like the idea XD
Aha... I need a better method of catagorizing my fics, and I need a new layout **sigh**
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Date: 2007-03-28 04:49 pm (UTC)I think the longest thing I ever wrote was a Die/Karou... but I havn't liked J-rock in a long time.
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Date: 2007-05-05 05:28 am (UTC)sry to butt in but your icons are pwning me all over the place lmfao XD!
& yay~ diru love ♥!
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Date: 2007-05-13 07:28 am (UTC)loving both definitely isn't as rare as she might think!
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Date: 2007-05-14 02:09 am (UTC)Ooh~ you went to see them too? Where at?
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Date: 2007-05-15 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-20 05:46 am (UTC)HAHA YES SO WORTH IT! I told all my teachers and they unfortunately looked disgusted at me :(
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Date: 2007-03-27 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-28 01:49 am (UTC)changing that finger/water/hand/some random object into the body of the one you love or want to love!
Hell Jin can keep him!!!
Jin is sexy and you are not!!!!
very nicly(that look wrong SP?) write
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Date: 2007-03-28 03:07 am (UTC)XD Jin is sexy.
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Date: 2007-03-28 12:31 pm (UTC)unlike the blumb Jin!
^.^
alt+3
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Date: 2007-03-28 04:50 pm (UTC)...See Maru doesn't have scary nipples. Not like Pi, he does like AH!
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