Akanishi / Matsumoto
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Cocaine Cowboys
Pairing: Akanishi / Matsumoto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Drug use, blowjobs and glitter.
Word-count: 1,602
Summary: For this prompt; ‘Rival glam rock superstars’.
“Do you think I could do lines off your dick?”
“Probably.” Jin said lazily. Well that was what Jun thought he said, his face was pressed into the pillow and a mouth full of cotton muffled his words.
The sheets were absolutely filthy. Saliva and semen spread in sticky lines and arcs all over the white sheets like abstract art. Mixed in with make-up, glitter and the lingering smell of hair spray and cigarette smoke that wouldn’t leave the room mo matter what windows were opened.
“Do you think you could stay still long enough?”
“Do you really want to try?” Jin managed to lift his face from the pillow to stare down at the other man, it took longer than usual for his eyes to focus and even without cotton in his mouth his tongue felt thick and swollen in his mouth. Filmy and chemical.
“No.” Jun said back, his face was pressed to Jin’s thigh, observing the pattern of wiry hairs on his pale skin, and a smear of purple glitter that was smudged there like a bruise. “I want to write a song about doing lines off someone’s dick.”
“Mine?” Jin even lifted himself up onto his elbows to look down at the other man, feeling himself snap slowly back into focus like a stop-photography elastic band. After all it was well known that Jun hated him, and that he only kept sleeping with him because Jin fucked like a stallion.
“Not your dick specifically. No.”
“You do lines off other dicks?”
“Lots.” Jun laughed. He was watching the way Jin’s pelvis moved when he breathed, the in and out of his flat tummy. The muscles in his tummy kept twitching and the flaccid cock would twitch slightly with the motion. God. He was so fucking fly he could write a song about doing lines off someone’s dick. “I’d call it ‘Molten Gold’”
“You are fucking batshit.” Jin breathed, and Jun’s hair was jet black and sticking up in all directions where his fingers had tugged on it while he pressed Jun to the mattress and fucked him while he pinned him there with his greater weight. The bony corners of his shoulder blades digging into his chest, too many cigarettes and tequila shots when he should be eating proper meals. He was sort of crazy-beautiful.
“You’re still getting hard. Again.” Indeed, Jun’s pupils were blown wide open and his mouth was swollen and red, hanging open in a perfect little ‘o’ as he watched it. He was high as a kite, and he was always the most beautiful that way, full of manic energy, way too stoned to get it up but more than willing to glut himself on Jin body over and over while ranting about guitar riffs and the meaning of like fucking life and shit.
“You’re breathing on my dick.” He said, because it seemed like an important point to make. He was probably three sheets to pissed himself. Or something like that. The words were slipping away, no they were crawling away like ants. Fuck. He could feel his heart beating in his dick, every single pulse and rush of blood that was filling his cock.
“I am.” Jun didn’t seem to be inclined to do anything about it, just observe the pulse of blood in his veins and the slow lengthening and thickening of his dick. There was already smudges of Jun’s purple lipstick there. He’d given it a big wet, sloppy kiss earlier. Because even if Jin was an A-grade asshole with no talent for music and Jun would scoff and then spit on the person who said that he was his rival, he was fucking tossed. Oh, he’d lost himself. Right. He hated Jin, but he fucking loved his cock.
Nice and thick, skin stretched hot over the hardness of it. It tasted salty, and sort of bitter. He’d say it tasted like ass once, but it actually tasted nothing like it.
There was glitter smeared across Jin’s chest which moved with the light when he breathed. Jun stared at it as if transfixed, mouth hovering over Jin’s dick wet and open but distracted.
“Hey.” Jin rolled his hips, bringing his half hard dick closer to his face, and making the sparkles dance and sway alluringly. Jun blinked at him slowly and gave him a pouty look. His bottom lip was full, and he licked it slowly, like he didn’t even realizing what he was doing and how that image really made him really really hot. “Jun. You little bitch.”
“Yeah.” Jun laughed, smearing his fingertips through the glitter. It came away in silver swirls on the tips of his fingers.
He smudged a little on his balls with the very tip of his fingers. The smooth thin crinkled under his touch and he smiled.
“Just suck it.” He groaned. “You whore.” Jun was hunched over him, all stark collar bones and the knife-sharp angles of his shoulders like wings as he hovered over Jin. “Miserable son of a bitch.”
“That’s no way to talk to me.” Jun smiled, and his smile was every bit as sharp as the rest of him. Jin hated his smile, because it was always so full of filthy promise and he wanted to bottle it so he could take it out on cloudy days and just play with it when he deemed fit. He used that same smile to drive people wild when he was humping the mike on stage in these obscene leather pants and knee-high boots.
Now he was humping Jin’s shin, and that was kind of hot too. Like set your pants on fire hot. He wasn’t wearing pants, and that was probably good because Jun was pressing the silky skin of his cheek against his dick and it was a smooth, too-light drag. Not enough friction to burn through the haze of drugs in his blood, but it was enough to slow down his reaction and dull the sensation. Allowed him not to come all over Jun’s too-pretty face at the first curious touches of his glittery fingers through the leaking wetness on the sticky head of his cock.
Jun always did love the glitter. Jin had the misfortune of being really sober once when Jun was swimming in the sky. He’d more or less shaken a jar of sparkles and watched Jun roll around on the bed grinning to himself like a loon as he stared at it lovingly. Freaky fucker.
But the inside of his mouth felt like silk and heat and everything Jin really loved in the world.
Wet sticky blowjobs, with the chemical tang of his own blush on his tongue, just under the saliva pooling in his mouth and sliding down Jin’s cock in sparkly trails. There were still glitter on his fingers and it was probably leaving more smears all over his hips and the pale skin on the insides of his thighs.
Jun’s throat was tight around the head of his dick, and he didn’t have even the faintest gag reflex so you could fuck as deep into his throat as you could get and Jun would ride it and moan through it. Jun fucking loved it.
Jun was really enjoying himself, Jin’s cock made his jaw ache, the thickness making his jaw drop as he went deeper and deep, Jin rolling his hips up to fuck Jun’s face and he let him because he delighted in this. Enjoyed the burn, the taste, the slight sting of pain which only seemed to push him higher, he just really really liked it. Enjoyed the way it made sparkles go off behind his eyelids. Possibly something about lack of oxygen because Jin’s dick was so far down his throat he couldn’t breathe around it.
His brain was firing like was coming, but knew it wasn’t possible, Jun was too high to actually get off, but he was like getting off with his mind. And it was like coming forever, over and over and endless pleasure. This was why he got high with Jin and fucked until he was physically sore with it the next day, his voice raspy and ass sore.
“Coming.” Jin grunted.
It was crashing through him like the tides of the oceans were moving under his bed, filthy sheets sliding through his fingers as he clawed at it, digging his heels into the mattress and holding Jun’s head down on his dick. His hair was greasy and thick with product and it curled around his fingers, perm drying the strands out, but somehow it still felt perfect. So fucking perfect.
“That’s right. Swallow.” He groaned, coming down his throat in thick bursts that exploded behind his eyes like stage lights. The slower build-up meant a bigger pay-off coming so hard his toes curled and his spine curled, trying to curve itself over Jun’s skinny body.
“Molten Gold.” Jun laughed absently, the sound barely a rasp of sound out of his abused throat. Then he dreamily hummed a few bars of a song Jin had never heard before. Freaky fucker, but he was more than worth the trouble. “... Are you sure I can’t do lines off your dick?”
“Go ahead.” Jin groaned low in his throat.
“Get it up again.” Jun smiled low and lewd.
Pairing: Akanishi / Matsumoto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Drug use, blowjobs and glitter.
Word-count: 1,602
Summary: For this prompt; ‘Rival glam rock superstars’.
“Do you think I could do lines off your dick?”
“Probably.” Jin said lazily. Well that was what Jun thought he said, his face was pressed into the pillow and a mouth full of cotton muffled his words.
The sheets were absolutely filthy. Saliva and semen spread in sticky lines and arcs all over the white sheets like abstract art. Mixed in with make-up, glitter and the lingering smell of hair spray and cigarette smoke that wouldn’t leave the room mo matter what windows were opened.
“Do you think you could stay still long enough?”
“Do you really want to try?” Jin managed to lift his face from the pillow to stare down at the other man, it took longer than usual for his eyes to focus and even without cotton in his mouth his tongue felt thick and swollen in his mouth. Filmy and chemical.
“No.” Jun said back, his face was pressed to Jin’s thigh, observing the pattern of wiry hairs on his pale skin, and a smear of purple glitter that was smudged there like a bruise. “I want to write a song about doing lines off someone’s dick.”
“Mine?” Jin even lifted himself up onto his elbows to look down at the other man, feeling himself snap slowly back into focus like a stop-photography elastic band. After all it was well known that Jun hated him, and that he only kept sleeping with him because Jin fucked like a stallion.
“Not your dick specifically. No.”
“You do lines off other dicks?”
“Lots.” Jun laughed. He was watching the way Jin’s pelvis moved when he breathed, the in and out of his flat tummy. The muscles in his tummy kept twitching and the flaccid cock would twitch slightly with the motion. God. He was so fucking fly he could write a song about doing lines off someone’s dick. “I’d call it ‘Molten Gold’”
“You are fucking batshit.” Jin breathed, and Jun’s hair was jet black and sticking up in all directions where his fingers had tugged on it while he pressed Jun to the mattress and fucked him while he pinned him there with his greater weight. The bony corners of his shoulder blades digging into his chest, too many cigarettes and tequila shots when he should be eating proper meals. He was sort of crazy-beautiful.
“You’re still getting hard. Again.” Indeed, Jun’s pupils were blown wide open and his mouth was swollen and red, hanging open in a perfect little ‘o’ as he watched it. He was high as a kite, and he was always the most beautiful that way, full of manic energy, way too stoned to get it up but more than willing to glut himself on Jin body over and over while ranting about guitar riffs and the meaning of like fucking life and shit.
“You’re breathing on my dick.” He said, because it seemed like an important point to make. He was probably three sheets to pissed himself. Or something like that. The words were slipping away, no they were crawling away like ants. Fuck. He could feel his heart beating in his dick, every single pulse and rush of blood that was filling his cock.
“I am.” Jun didn’t seem to be inclined to do anything about it, just observe the pulse of blood in his veins and the slow lengthening and thickening of his dick. There was already smudges of Jun’s purple lipstick there. He’d given it a big wet, sloppy kiss earlier. Because even if Jin was an A-grade asshole with no talent for music and Jun would scoff and then spit on the person who said that he was his rival, he was fucking tossed. Oh, he’d lost himself. Right. He hated Jin, but he fucking loved his cock.
Nice and thick, skin stretched hot over the hardness of it. It tasted salty, and sort of bitter. He’d say it tasted like ass once, but it actually tasted nothing like it.
There was glitter smeared across Jin’s chest which moved with the light when he breathed. Jun stared at it as if transfixed, mouth hovering over Jin’s dick wet and open but distracted.
“Hey.” Jin rolled his hips, bringing his half hard dick closer to his face, and making the sparkles dance and sway alluringly. Jun blinked at him slowly and gave him a pouty look. His bottom lip was full, and he licked it slowly, like he didn’t even realizing what he was doing and how that image really made him really really hot. “Jun. You little bitch.”
“Yeah.” Jun laughed, smearing his fingertips through the glitter. It came away in silver swirls on the tips of his fingers.
He smudged a little on his balls with the very tip of his fingers. The smooth thin crinkled under his touch and he smiled.
“Just suck it.” He groaned. “You whore.” Jun was hunched over him, all stark collar bones and the knife-sharp angles of his shoulders like wings as he hovered over Jin. “Miserable son of a bitch.”
“That’s no way to talk to me.” Jun smiled, and his smile was every bit as sharp as the rest of him. Jin hated his smile, because it was always so full of filthy promise and he wanted to bottle it so he could take it out on cloudy days and just play with it when he deemed fit. He used that same smile to drive people wild when he was humping the mike on stage in these obscene leather pants and knee-high boots.
Now he was humping Jin’s shin, and that was kind of hot too. Like set your pants on fire hot. He wasn’t wearing pants, and that was probably good because Jun was pressing the silky skin of his cheek against his dick and it was a smooth, too-light drag. Not enough friction to burn through the haze of drugs in his blood, but it was enough to slow down his reaction and dull the sensation. Allowed him not to come all over Jun’s too-pretty face at the first curious touches of his glittery fingers through the leaking wetness on the sticky head of his cock.
Jun always did love the glitter. Jin had the misfortune of being really sober once when Jun was swimming in the sky. He’d more or less shaken a jar of sparkles and watched Jun roll around on the bed grinning to himself like a loon as he stared at it lovingly. Freaky fucker.
But the inside of his mouth felt like silk and heat and everything Jin really loved in the world.
Wet sticky blowjobs, with the chemical tang of his own blush on his tongue, just under the saliva pooling in his mouth and sliding down Jin’s cock in sparkly trails. There were still glitter on his fingers and it was probably leaving more smears all over his hips and the pale skin on the insides of his thighs.
Jun’s throat was tight around the head of his dick, and he didn’t have even the faintest gag reflex so you could fuck as deep into his throat as you could get and Jun would ride it and moan through it. Jun fucking loved it.
Jun was really enjoying himself, Jin’s cock made his jaw ache, the thickness making his jaw drop as he went deeper and deep, Jin rolling his hips up to fuck Jun’s face and he let him because he delighted in this. Enjoyed the burn, the taste, the slight sting of pain which only seemed to push him higher, he just really really liked it. Enjoyed the way it made sparkles go off behind his eyelids. Possibly something about lack of oxygen because Jin’s dick was so far down his throat he couldn’t breathe around it.
His brain was firing like was coming, but knew it wasn’t possible, Jun was too high to actually get off, but he was like getting off with his mind. And it was like coming forever, over and over and endless pleasure. This was why he got high with Jin and fucked until he was physically sore with it the next day, his voice raspy and ass sore.
“Coming.” Jin grunted.
It was crashing through him like the tides of the oceans were moving under his bed, filthy sheets sliding through his fingers as he clawed at it, digging his heels into the mattress and holding Jun’s head down on his dick. His hair was greasy and thick with product and it curled around his fingers, perm drying the strands out, but somehow it still felt perfect. So fucking perfect.
“That’s right. Swallow.” He groaned, coming down his throat in thick bursts that exploded behind his eyes like stage lights. The slower build-up meant a bigger pay-off coming so hard his toes curled and his spine curled, trying to curve itself over Jun’s skinny body.
“Molten Gold.” Jun laughed absently, the sound barely a rasp of sound out of his abused throat. Then he dreamily hummed a few bars of a song Jin had never heard before. Freaky fucker, but he was more than worth the trouble. “... Are you sure I can’t do lines off your dick?”
“Go ahead.” Jin groaned low in his throat.
“Get it up again.” Jun smiled low and lewd.
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Hi, this is gonna come across as very creepy, but
Date: 2011-01-18 08:50 pm (UTC)I flailed over this concept and it's prettyness and the images you created with it and ugh as well as UNF! I could read a whole novel about this.
Ok, I'm going back to reread, and will return with further flail.
JSYK, I'm totally experiencing a reader's crush right now. D:
Re: Hi, this is gonna come across as very creepy, but
Date: 2011-01-18 11:17 pm (UTC)That aside, you are not creepy at all 8D I'm flattered really. Thank you! As for the concept I just did what the prompt told me too really, so I can't take any credit there :3
8DDD Oh that is totally exciting I have to admit XDDD
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Date: 2011-01-19 09:44 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing this! <3
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Date: 2011-01-20 03:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-20 03:32 pm (UTC)The way you wrote it drags you into their daze and it gives off the feeling, it could continue forever...or at least into a part 2 *haha*