Alternative Methods (Akame, NC-17, AU)
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maayacolabackupTitle: "Alternative Methods"
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Pairing: Akanishi Jin/ Kamenashi Kazuya
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Student/Teacher, Tumblr-tag (Ale and I wrote this back and forth in tumblr reblogs.)
Notes: Written with prompting from Nhixxie. ~4,000 words. Of porn.
Prompt:
“Well, here I am.”
***
Kamenashi is a brat. He sits at the back of the class, sprawled on his seat like no one has ever taught him the proper manners to keep at school. His hair is dyed a copper tone against the school regulation, and even his uniform breaks the rules. He either sleeps through Jin’s English lessons or leaves just as Jin arrives, making sure the teacher sees him. Sometimes he stays and follows Jin’s every motion with an amused smirk that makes him look like he sees straight through Jin and makes the hairs on the teacher’s neck stand up. But Jin’s not an idiot. He was a brat not so long ago too, and he knows how to deal with Kamenashi. If the kid thinks he can play around with his teacher just because he’s new then Jin is going to show Kamenashi just how wrong he is.
Jin gets his chance on a Tuesday. The weather’s nice outside, and Kamenashi looks like he’d rather be anywhere than here, eyes flickering back and forth between the windows and the door. Every once in a while, his eyes linger on Jin, and Jin pointedly stares back. Kamenashi doesn’t react to it much, just smiles that smug little smile, and it makes Jin feel something a little more heady than anger. Kamenashi’s auburn hair is too wild for school, bangs hanging in his face, making it impossible for Jin not to focus on the swell of his lower lip, or the angular shape of his nose.
He waits until Kamenashi’s looking out the window again, and asks a question. Kamenashi doesn’t hear him of course, and the rest of the class is staring at Kamenashi when his attention returns to Jin, who’s standing with his arms crossed in front of the white board.
“What?” Kamenashi asks, and now it’s Jin who smirks.
“Daydreaming again, Kamenashi?” And there’s a challenge in the words. “You’ll be staying after class.”
Kamenashi’s eyes widen, and Jin likes the way it looks on him; that surprise mingled with disrespect. If Kamenashi won’t pay attention to his English lessons…well, Jin will have to teach him something else. “Fine,” Kamenashi says, and Jin’s smirk gets wider.
“Fine, sir,” Jin corrects, and between them it’s electric.
English is the last period of the day, so when the rest of the students leave only Kamenashi stays at his desk, still sprawled in his seat and glaring at Jin from under his bangs with a pissed-off frown. Jin takes off his jacket and lays it across the back of his chair.
“Come here, Kamenashi-kun.”
The boy grunts something under his breath but obeys and moves to stand in front of the teacher’s desk, hands tucked in his pockets and shoulders hunched forward. He gasps when Jin pulls him forward and pushes him to sit down on the teacher’s chair.
“What the fuck are you doing, idiot?!”
“Now, Kamenashi-kun, that’s not the correct way to address a teacher, is it? Apologize.”
Kamenashi looks up at him defiantly. “Get lost.”
Jin leans in to hover over his student, smiling at the way Kamenashi gulps and squirms at their new proximity. Jin loosens his tie with one hand and makes sure the other brushes Kamenashi’s ear when he moves it to rest against the wall behind the chair.
“In English, Kamenashi-kun.”
“What?” Kamenashi stutters, and he doesn’t look so aloof now, jaw jutting out and a red flush spreading across his face, painting him like a china doll.
“You can say whatever you want,” Jin whispers. “As long as you say it in English.” Kamenashi shudders, and swallows, hard, flush extending down his neck and disappearing into the top of his partially unbuttoned white shirt.
“Stop,” Kamenashi says, as Jin leans down, finishing his sentence with lips brushing against the smooth angle of Kamenashi’s cheek. He stutters on the word, and Jin feels arousal, inappropriate and fierce, bubble up in his stomach and wind down his limbs.
“Stop?” Jin murmurs, and he hasn’t touched Kamenashi yet, but he wants to. God, does he want to. Kamenashi’s breathing is labored, and Jin can see the way Kamenashi’s hands grip the chair, white-knuckled and anxious. “But Kamenashi-kun, I’ve only just started my lecture.” Jin says it in English, words slipping easily from his mouth as his hands push against the wall, holding him a hair’s breath from Kamenashi’s tempting neck.
“Lecture?” Kamenashi repeats, the ‘r’ too much like an ‘l’ as he pronounces the foreign word.
“You haven’t been doing your homework,” Jin says, and he’s careful to let his words come slow, so Kamenashi can understand him. “You’ve been skipping class. And not paying attention when you do come.”
“Ah,” Kamenashi says, and Kamenashi is pressing back against the wall now, moving away from Jin as far as he can within the confines of Jin’s arms, looking pretty as you please. His eyes are wild, but there’s desire there too. Kamenashi is so close to melting into Jin’s arms that Jin can taste it. But it’s that fire, that denial, that smug cockiness, that attracted Jin in the first place, and he’s glad he can still see it there now. “I’m paying attention to the important things,” Kamenashi says boldly, and Jin catches his eyes.
“Like what?”
“Like the way you look at me.”
Kamenashi’s bratiness is back now as he glares up at Jin, but it only fuels the fire in Jin further. He moves his hands from the wall to brush along Kamenashi’s neck; his fingers leave goose bumps in their wake. He slides his hands under Kamenashi’s black jacket and pushes it off his shoulders, feeling smug as the student trembles under his touch.
“And how do I look at you, Kamenashi-kun?”
Jin can practically see as Kamenashi’s bratiness falters, but he still tries to sound cocky when he answers.
“Like you want me.”
Jin smirks and leans down until his lips are practically touching Kamenashi’s, and the boy goes cross-eyed with the effort of looking at him.
“And what if I do?”
Kamenashi’s eyes widen, and then they flutter shut, and Jin takes that as permission, leaning forward far enough this time to capture Kamenashi’s mouth, sucking the younger’s full lower lip in between his own and letting his tongue slide across the chapped skin.
Kamenashi gasps, and his lips part just enough for Jin to slip inside, and let his tongue explore his student’s mouth, tasting bubblegum and the remains of forbidden cigarettes as he glides along the back of Kamenashi’s teeth. “You’ve been smoking, too,” Jin says, and Kamenashi is breathing hard, breath stuttering against Jin’s lips. “You’re just full of bad behavior, aren’t you?”
“What are you going to do about it?” Kamenashi says, in grammatically perfect but heavily accented English, and it’s all bravado, because Jin is close enough to feel how the boy trembles at his proximity; how even as Kamenashi is urging him away with his words, Kamenashi’s body is asking Jin to come closer. Kamenashi wants Jin to stop, but Kamenashi also wants Jin to touch him, and Jin can read all of that, too, in the thinly veiled confusion in Kamenashi’s defiant eyes.
“Teach you manners,” Jin replies, and he takes Kamenashi’s mouth again. There’s no patience left in Jin, this time, and he licks at Kamenashi’s cheeks and nibbles along his lips and Kamenashi is hot in his arms, writhing in the small space between the wall and Jin. Kamenashi’s tongue peeks out and meets Jin’s own, hesitantly, tangling with Jin’s, and Jin smiles against Kamenashi’s mouth as Kamenashi’s hands come up to hang lightly from Jin’s forearms as Jin continues pressing palms against the wall.
Kamenashi’s not very patient either, as it seems. Soon his hands leave Jin’s forearms to clumsily undo the buttons of the teacher’s shirt. Jin shivers as the boy’s cold fingers press against his chest, and moves his own hand to slide under Kamenashi’s shirt. The boy’s stomach is flat and warm, quivering under his touch as Kamenashi takes hitching breaths in between kisses. When Jin’s hand travels higher and his thumb scrapes lightly over a nipple, Kamenashi moans loudly.
The boy is flushed a dark red when Jin breaks the kiss, panting and undone, and Jin can tell he doesn’t have much experience in any of this but it only makes it better for Jin. Without taking his hand from under the student’s shirt he brushes the boy’s cheek with the other hand, slides his thumb over swollen lips and parts them a bit.
“You look pretty, Kamenashi-kun.”
The boy frowns at him and glares. “Fuck you, asshole.”
Jin laughs and pinches Kamenashi’s already hard nipple just for fun again. “Where did you learn that kind of English vocabulary, Kamenashi-kun?”
Kamenashi seems to recover a bit of initiative and his hand slides down Jin’s chest until his fingers are leaving fluttering touches right over his belt, teasing and driving Jin mad. The teacher can already feel his cock rising inside his boxers, and the tent in Kamenashi’s black slacks reveals the boy doesn’t have much patience either. Kamenashi smirks up at Jin.
“Porn is a great study method.”
“Really?” Kamenashi jerks with a loud moan when Jin hand drops to his crotch, and Jin smiles in victory. “Maybe I can get you to learn manners then.”
Jin presses his palm to the bulge he finds there, and Kamenashi’s head leans back, resting against the wall as he takes shallow breaths. Jin presses harder, and loves the tiny, involuntary mewl that Kamenashi lets out, soft and dangerous. The sound curls up in Jin’s belly, tinder for the flame already ignited there, and Jin can’t resist licking a stripe up Kamenashi’s neck, and then blowing on it softly, making Kamenashi shiver.
“People have tried to teach me manners before,” Kamenashi says, and his voice cracks as Jin finds the clasp of his school slacks and undoes it, sliding the zipper slowly down without letting up his ministrations to Kamenashi’s bared throat.
“I bet they haven’t tried like this,” Jin whispers into Kamenashi’s skin, and then slips his hand down into Kamenashi’s underwear, wrapping his fingers around the column of flesh he finds there. The sound Kamenashi makes this time is louder; more raw, and Kamenashi pushes up into his loose grip like someone who’s never been touched like this before. Maybe he hasn’t, Jin thinks, and the fire burns brighter.
“What do you know?” Kamenashi says, and Jin slides down Kamenashi’s body until he’s crouched between Kamenashi’s legs, and Kamenashi’s eyes are incredulous. “What are you doing?”
“Setting up a reward system for achievements,” Jin says in Japanese, and then switches back to English. “If you’re a good boy, there will be prizes.” And then Jin presses his nose to Kamenashi’s underwear, and Kamenashi’s thigh quivers as Jin rests his left hand there, slipping his right hand from where it encircles Kamenashi’s cock up and out to grasp the elastic waist of his underwear. He tugs, and Kamenashi instinctually lifts his hips, and Jin then uses both hands to tug the garment, and Kamenashi’s trousers, down to rest at mid-thigh. Kamenashi’s cock rest hard against his partially bared stomach, his school-shirt still pushed up from Jin’s previous explorations. “Prizes are good,” Jin says, and takes the tip of Kamenashi’s cock into his mouth.
Kamenashi slides a little on the chair as the warm dampness surrounds him, and Jin smirks around the hard cock in his mouth. He takes it slowly, licking and nibbling gently around the head before tracing a vein down to the boy’s balls. Kamenashi’s hands tangle with his hair and pull insistently; judging by the long string of moans and mewls spilling from his lips he hasn’t had a blowjob before, and Jin feels strangely powerful at the thought. He dips his tongue on Kamenashi’s slit before straightening up on his knees, though he keeps his hand around the boy’s cock.
“Ask for it, Kamenashi-kun.”
Jin half expects Kamenashi to give him a bratty answer again, but it seems sex is indeed a good study method for his student, because instead Kamenashi shivers and tugs a bit more of Jin’s hair.
“Please.”
“In English, Kamenashi-kun.”
The boy grunts something, but a bit of pressure around his cock is enough to get him under control again. Jin brings his other hand between his own legs, applying a bit of pressure to his own erection.
“Please,” he repeats, but Jin clicks his tongue and tugs on the boy’s cock slowly.
“I thought we were teaching you manners here, Kamenashi-kun. Is that the correct way to address a teacher?”
Kamenashi’s eyes finally snap open and he somehow manages to glare at Jin even through the lust clouding them. “You fucking assho—-” Jin takes Kamenashi’s balls into his mouth and sucks hard, and it’s all it takes for the boy to give up. Kamenashi’s next words are whimpers. “Please, sir.”
Jin releases Kamenashi’s balls with a loud pop and stands up in front of him, returning the boy’s confused frown with a pleased smile.
“Undo my trousers,” he instructs, and takes pleasure in the way Kamenashi gulps and how his hands shake a bit as he rushes to obey. It makes Jin get harder, because Kamenashi is rushed and clumsy and rubs his erection in all the right ways as he tries to obey. “My underwear too, Kamenashi-kun.”
Jin heaves a sigh of relief when his cock is finally freed, and looks down at Kamenashi to find him even redder than before. The boy can’t take his eyes off Jin’s cock, hard and leaking and Jin wonders if Kamenashi has ever seen another man like this. His bet is on no, and it only excites him more when he thinks about what’s to come.
“Look in my right pocket, take out what’s there.”
Kamenashi gives him a distrusting look but obeys nonetheless, rummaging a bit in Jin’s slack’s pocket before bringing out a closed fist. His eyes widen when he opens it to reveal a tube of lubrication.
Jin takes the tube from Kamenashi’s hand, unscrewing the cap, and then he grabs the boys wrist, hauling him into a standing position. His pants slip to his ankles. Jin covers Kamenashi’s mouth with his own, enjoying the way the boy’s cock feels brushing against his own, still a little slick with Jin’s saliva. “Do you know what this is?” Jin says between bruising kisses, and Kamenashi doesn’t answer, just digs his nails into Jin’s side and melts into the meeting of their lips.
Jin pulls them backwards, until the back of his thighs hits the edge of the desk, and Jin sits on the edge, dragging Kamenashi in between his thighs without breaking the string of kisses. Kamenashi is more aggressive now, hyped up on first-time hormones and quaking arousal, and follows Jin’s lead, pressing against him until both of them moan at the delicious friction.
Finally, Jin pulls back, feeling desire like the crashing ocean waves as Kamenashi looks at him glassy-eyed and shivering, lips swollen and spit-slick as his tongue peeks out to taste the last traces of Jin and himself on his lips. Jin reaches for Kame’s wrist, grabbing it between his thumb and index finger, and turns Kamenashi’s hand palm-up between them. “Let me teach you,” Jin says, and he takes the open tube of lube and squirts some onto Kamenashi’s first and second finger. Kamenashi looks down, confused, at the slippery substance, and when Jin squirts a bit on his own fingers as well, he looks even more perplexed.
“What’s it for?” Kamenashi asks, and Jin can see him reaching for the English words, grasping for them as his brain abandons him for his baser needs. Jin’s arm brushes his cock and he hisses, and Jin loves that desperate sound. Wants to hear more of it as he grabs Kamenashi’s hand and guides it down low between them, until Kamenashi’s index finger brushes against the ring of muscle behind Jin’s balls.
“For this,” Jin says, and pushes Kamenashi’s finger inside of him, slow and steady, and Jin bites back a gasp at the way Kamenashi’s finger stretches him. It’s been a long time since Jin’s done something like this. But the way Kamenashi’s jaw goes slack at Jin’s tight heat, muscles clenching around Kamenashi’s invading digit, is all worth it.
There’s no trace of Kamenashi’s insolence now, as he stands there, bracing himself with one hand against the desk as Jin slides his hand back and forth, and taking shivering breaths. Jin’s wrist brushes Kamenashi’s cock with every thust, and that just elicits more gasping from his student, who stands in front of Jin with his pants sitting at mid thigh, shirt wrinkled and half undone, the picture of debauchery as Jin fucks himself on Kamenashi’s hand.
Soon Jin feels loose enough to slide his own finger inside of him alongside Kamenashi’s, and the feeling of both of them pressing in at once makes them both moan, and Jin blindly quest forward in search of Kamenashi’s wide mouth, finding it easily and enjoying the way the boy wordlessly parts his lips for him, letting Jin take him this way even as his hand helps take Jin in another.
It’s almost weird to see how meek Kamenashi suddenly is, following Jin’s lead and moaning softly into the kiss. Jin uses his own finger to wriggle Kamenashi’s inside him and the boy shivers at the way Jin’s muscles quiver and clench around their joined digits. Jin smirks when he feels Kamenashi’s other hand fist over the fabric of the teacher’s slacks.
“What…?” Jin feels satisfied as the boy tries to use the English word even when he obviously can’t get his brain to come up with a sentence to follow, though he doubts Kamenashi could form a coherent thought right now even in Japanese.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes…”
“Only ‘yes’, Kamenashi-kun?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s much better. See? You’re not a lost cause after all.”
Kamenashi looks like he wants to protest, a frown quickly taking form on his brow, but Jin uses his free hand to grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down until their lips crash together in a fierce kiss. He keeps moving their fingers inside himself and it seems like Kamenashi can’t focus on both things, clumsily trying to keep up with Jin’s tongue and move his finger at the same time. It’s Jin who has to take care of it, prodding a bit until he finds his prostate.
The teacher’s loud moan takes Kamenashi aback and he breaks the kiss, but Jin doesn’t let him get very far away. He keeps the student down by his collar and buries his face in Kamenashi’s flushed neck, nibbling at the hot skin there and spilling moans and dirty words against it. He can feel how they affect Kamenashi, who trembles and lets out soft mewls himself, though that could be their erections rubbing together too. Jin shivers at the double stimulation of the frotting and the fingers against his prostate, and tugs on Kamenashi’s earlobe with his teeth to lower his head enough to whisper in his ear.
“I’m coming,” he says in English, and leans back again only for the pleasure of seeing Kamenashi’s eyes widen with shock.
Jin feels himself tumble over the edge as Kamenashi’s searching finger and his own press against Jin’s prostate at the same time, and Jin’s spilling between them, and Kamenashi is watching with disbelieving eyes as Jin’s release paints his stomach and Kamenashi’s cock. Jin lets go of Kamenashi’s wrist, and the student’s slick digit slips from inside of him as Jin rides out the end of his orgasm, letting his free hand soothe his twitching erection as he comes down.
“Mr. Akanishi,” Kamenashi says, and Jin, whose eyes had flickered closed for a minute, focuses on the boy, who has one hand uselessly between them and the other clenching too hard into Jin’s thigh. His breath comes too hard, and Jin can’t resist, he has to kiss him again. He coaxes Kamenashi closer, enjoying the heat of Kamenashi’s weeping erection against his abdomen, and Jin still feels languid and lazy from his orgasm, in contrast to Kamenashi’s frantic swipes of tongue.
Jin reaches down and runs a slow hand up and down Kamenashi’s cock, and Kamenashi whimpers into his mouth, hips pressing forward, aiming for more friction as Jin sets a slow, taunting pace. “What do you want?” Jin asks against Kamenashi’s lips, and Kamenashi doesn’t answer at first, and Jin slows even more, and Kamenashi makes a keening sound that almost rouses Jin again.
“Please,” Kamenashi says, or at least that’s what Jin thinks he says, because it’s more a garbled noise than an English word.
Jin lets go of Kamenashi’s cock, and reaches for the elastic of Kamenashi’s underwear, and Kamenashi rocks forward demandingly, and Jin laughs, pulling the underwear up in a single hard pull, letting the elastic stop right under the head of Kamenashi’s cock. Kamenashi looks down in bewilderment as the tip of his erection is pressed into his belly, elastic cutting into his hipbones. Jin then pulls up Kamenashi’s trousers, fastening them closed as Kamenashi’s fingers dig into Jin’s bare thighs. “What are you doing?”
Jin presses a teasing hand to Kamenashi’s now clothed cock, and Kamenashi trembles, and Jin chuckles, low and heavy in his throat. He leans forward and leaves one, last, lingering kiss on Kamenashi’s lips, and then shoves the boy back, and Kamenashi stumbles, falling into the chair and watching Jin numbly as Jin stands, pulling up his underwear and trousers, buttoning them closed and reaching for a tissue on his desk to wipe his belly. Then he shoves his shirt back inside his pants, and presses the shirt straight. Then Jin returns his gaze to Kamenashi, who seems lost, and confused, erection pressing up out of his school slacks and cheeks still ruddy with arousal and confusion, and, most deliciously, submission.
“I don’t understand,” Kamenashi says, in slow, carefully enunciated English, and Jin steps closer to him, setting his index finger, still a little slick with lube, under Kamenashi’s chin.
“Good students get prizes, I said,” Jin informs Kamenashi. He drops a kiss to the corner of Kamenashi’s mouth, and Kamenashi leans forward, looking for more, but Jin moves back, out of reach. “You’re a very bad student.”
“What?” Kamenashi says.
“Maybe if you did your homework,” Jin says, and Jin wants a cigarette or something. Looking at Kamenashi, he’s starting to get hard again, but Jin’s a teacher, and he’s got to follow through on his lesson plans. “And came to class on time,” Jin adds. “Maybe then you’d get a prize.”
“You’re not going to…?” Kamenashi says, and his eyes narrow.
“I expect some improvement in behavior and class participation, Kamenashi-kun,” Jin says, and he relishes the furious look in Kamenashi’s eyes, likes the way it goes straight to his cock the way triumph and good sex always does.
“Fuck you,” Kamenashi says, in flawless English, and Jin smiles, slow and deliberate and dangerous.
“I look forward to class next week, Kamenashi,” Jin says, gathering his briefcase and his basket of supplies into his arms and heading for the door. He turns around after he opens the sliding door, just to catch sight of Kamenashi’s frustrated glare. “Don’t you?”
Jin waits just long enough to watch the anger transform to intrigue, and then he closes the door. This, Jin thinks, will be an interesting rest of the semester.
written with
elanielyn over at onionlullabysPairing: Akanishi Jin/ Kamenashi Kazuya
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Student/Teacher, Tumblr-tag (Ale and I wrote this back and forth in tumblr reblogs.)
Notes: Written with prompting from Nhixxie. ~4,000 words. Of porn.
Prompt:
“Well, here I am.”
***
Kamenashi is a brat. He sits at the back of the class, sprawled on his seat like no one has ever taught him the proper manners to keep at school. His hair is dyed a copper tone against the school regulation, and even his uniform breaks the rules. He either sleeps through Jin’s English lessons or leaves just as Jin arrives, making sure the teacher sees him. Sometimes he stays and follows Jin’s every motion with an amused smirk that makes him look like he sees straight through Jin and makes the hairs on the teacher’s neck stand up. But Jin’s not an idiot. He was a brat not so long ago too, and he knows how to deal with Kamenashi. If the kid thinks he can play around with his teacher just because he’s new then Jin is going to show Kamenashi just how wrong he is.
Jin gets his chance on a Tuesday. The weather’s nice outside, and Kamenashi looks like he’d rather be anywhere than here, eyes flickering back and forth between the windows and the door. Every once in a while, his eyes linger on Jin, and Jin pointedly stares back. Kamenashi doesn’t react to it much, just smiles that smug little smile, and it makes Jin feel something a little more heady than anger. Kamenashi’s auburn hair is too wild for school, bangs hanging in his face, making it impossible for Jin not to focus on the swell of his lower lip, or the angular shape of his nose.
He waits until Kamenashi’s looking out the window again, and asks a question. Kamenashi doesn’t hear him of course, and the rest of the class is staring at Kamenashi when his attention returns to Jin, who’s standing with his arms crossed in front of the white board.
“What?” Kamenashi asks, and now it’s Jin who smirks.
“Daydreaming again, Kamenashi?” And there’s a challenge in the words. “You’ll be staying after class.”
Kamenashi’s eyes widen, and Jin likes the way it looks on him; that surprise mingled with disrespect. If Kamenashi won’t pay attention to his English lessons…well, Jin will have to teach him something else. “Fine,” Kamenashi says, and Jin’s smirk gets wider.
“Fine, sir,” Jin corrects, and between them it’s electric.
English is the last period of the day, so when the rest of the students leave only Kamenashi stays at his desk, still sprawled in his seat and glaring at Jin from under his bangs with a pissed-off frown. Jin takes off his jacket and lays it across the back of his chair.
“Come here, Kamenashi-kun.”
The boy grunts something under his breath but obeys and moves to stand in front of the teacher’s desk, hands tucked in his pockets and shoulders hunched forward. He gasps when Jin pulls him forward and pushes him to sit down on the teacher’s chair.
“What the fuck are you doing, idiot?!”
“Now, Kamenashi-kun, that’s not the correct way to address a teacher, is it? Apologize.”
Kamenashi looks up at him defiantly. “Get lost.”
Jin leans in to hover over his student, smiling at the way Kamenashi gulps and squirms at their new proximity. Jin loosens his tie with one hand and makes sure the other brushes Kamenashi’s ear when he moves it to rest against the wall behind the chair.
“In English, Kamenashi-kun.”
“What?” Kamenashi stutters, and he doesn’t look so aloof now, jaw jutting out and a red flush spreading across his face, painting him like a china doll.
“You can say whatever you want,” Jin whispers. “As long as you say it in English.” Kamenashi shudders, and swallows, hard, flush extending down his neck and disappearing into the top of his partially unbuttoned white shirt.
“Stop,” Kamenashi says, as Jin leans down, finishing his sentence with lips brushing against the smooth angle of Kamenashi’s cheek. He stutters on the word, and Jin feels arousal, inappropriate and fierce, bubble up in his stomach and wind down his limbs.
“Stop?” Jin murmurs, and he hasn’t touched Kamenashi yet, but he wants to. God, does he want to. Kamenashi’s breathing is labored, and Jin can see the way Kamenashi’s hands grip the chair, white-knuckled and anxious. “But Kamenashi-kun, I’ve only just started my lecture.” Jin says it in English, words slipping easily from his mouth as his hands push against the wall, holding him a hair’s breath from Kamenashi’s tempting neck.
“Lecture?” Kamenashi repeats, the ‘r’ too much like an ‘l’ as he pronounces the foreign word.
“You haven’t been doing your homework,” Jin says, and he’s careful to let his words come slow, so Kamenashi can understand him. “You’ve been skipping class. And not paying attention when you do come.”
“Ah,” Kamenashi says, and Kamenashi is pressing back against the wall now, moving away from Jin as far as he can within the confines of Jin’s arms, looking pretty as you please. His eyes are wild, but there’s desire there too. Kamenashi is so close to melting into Jin’s arms that Jin can taste it. But it’s that fire, that denial, that smug cockiness, that attracted Jin in the first place, and he’s glad he can still see it there now. “I’m paying attention to the important things,” Kamenashi says boldly, and Jin catches his eyes.
“Like what?”
“Like the way you look at me.”
Kamenashi’s bratiness is back now as he glares up at Jin, but it only fuels the fire in Jin further. He moves his hands from the wall to brush along Kamenashi’s neck; his fingers leave goose bumps in their wake. He slides his hands under Kamenashi’s black jacket and pushes it off his shoulders, feeling smug as the student trembles under his touch.
“And how do I look at you, Kamenashi-kun?”
Jin can practically see as Kamenashi’s bratiness falters, but he still tries to sound cocky when he answers.
“Like you want me.”
Jin smirks and leans down until his lips are practically touching Kamenashi’s, and the boy goes cross-eyed with the effort of looking at him.
“And what if I do?”
Kamenashi’s eyes widen, and then they flutter shut, and Jin takes that as permission, leaning forward far enough this time to capture Kamenashi’s mouth, sucking the younger’s full lower lip in between his own and letting his tongue slide across the chapped skin.
Kamenashi gasps, and his lips part just enough for Jin to slip inside, and let his tongue explore his student’s mouth, tasting bubblegum and the remains of forbidden cigarettes as he glides along the back of Kamenashi’s teeth. “You’ve been smoking, too,” Jin says, and Kamenashi is breathing hard, breath stuttering against Jin’s lips. “You’re just full of bad behavior, aren’t you?”
“What are you going to do about it?” Kamenashi says, in grammatically perfect but heavily accented English, and it’s all bravado, because Jin is close enough to feel how the boy trembles at his proximity; how even as Kamenashi is urging him away with his words, Kamenashi’s body is asking Jin to come closer. Kamenashi wants Jin to stop, but Kamenashi also wants Jin to touch him, and Jin can read all of that, too, in the thinly veiled confusion in Kamenashi’s defiant eyes.
“Teach you manners,” Jin replies, and he takes Kamenashi’s mouth again. There’s no patience left in Jin, this time, and he licks at Kamenashi’s cheeks and nibbles along his lips and Kamenashi is hot in his arms, writhing in the small space between the wall and Jin. Kamenashi’s tongue peeks out and meets Jin’s own, hesitantly, tangling with Jin’s, and Jin smiles against Kamenashi’s mouth as Kamenashi’s hands come up to hang lightly from Jin’s forearms as Jin continues pressing palms against the wall.
Kamenashi’s not very patient either, as it seems. Soon his hands leave Jin’s forearms to clumsily undo the buttons of the teacher’s shirt. Jin shivers as the boy’s cold fingers press against his chest, and moves his own hand to slide under Kamenashi’s shirt. The boy’s stomach is flat and warm, quivering under his touch as Kamenashi takes hitching breaths in between kisses. When Jin’s hand travels higher and his thumb scrapes lightly over a nipple, Kamenashi moans loudly.
The boy is flushed a dark red when Jin breaks the kiss, panting and undone, and Jin can tell he doesn’t have much experience in any of this but it only makes it better for Jin. Without taking his hand from under the student’s shirt he brushes the boy’s cheek with the other hand, slides his thumb over swollen lips and parts them a bit.
“You look pretty, Kamenashi-kun.”
The boy frowns at him and glares. “Fuck you, asshole.”
Jin laughs and pinches Kamenashi’s already hard nipple just for fun again. “Where did you learn that kind of English vocabulary, Kamenashi-kun?”
Kamenashi seems to recover a bit of initiative and his hand slides down Jin’s chest until his fingers are leaving fluttering touches right over his belt, teasing and driving Jin mad. The teacher can already feel his cock rising inside his boxers, and the tent in Kamenashi’s black slacks reveals the boy doesn’t have much patience either. Kamenashi smirks up at Jin.
“Porn is a great study method.”
“Really?” Kamenashi jerks with a loud moan when Jin hand drops to his crotch, and Jin smiles in victory. “Maybe I can get you to learn manners then.”
Jin presses his palm to the bulge he finds there, and Kamenashi’s head leans back, resting against the wall as he takes shallow breaths. Jin presses harder, and loves the tiny, involuntary mewl that Kamenashi lets out, soft and dangerous. The sound curls up in Jin’s belly, tinder for the flame already ignited there, and Jin can’t resist licking a stripe up Kamenashi’s neck, and then blowing on it softly, making Kamenashi shiver.
“People have tried to teach me manners before,” Kamenashi says, and his voice cracks as Jin finds the clasp of his school slacks and undoes it, sliding the zipper slowly down without letting up his ministrations to Kamenashi’s bared throat.
“I bet they haven’t tried like this,” Jin whispers into Kamenashi’s skin, and then slips his hand down into Kamenashi’s underwear, wrapping his fingers around the column of flesh he finds there. The sound Kamenashi makes this time is louder; more raw, and Kamenashi pushes up into his loose grip like someone who’s never been touched like this before. Maybe he hasn’t, Jin thinks, and the fire burns brighter.
“What do you know?” Kamenashi says, and Jin slides down Kamenashi’s body until he’s crouched between Kamenashi’s legs, and Kamenashi’s eyes are incredulous. “What are you doing?”
“Setting up a reward system for achievements,” Jin says in Japanese, and then switches back to English. “If you’re a good boy, there will be prizes.” And then Jin presses his nose to Kamenashi’s underwear, and Kamenashi’s thigh quivers as Jin rests his left hand there, slipping his right hand from where it encircles Kamenashi’s cock up and out to grasp the elastic waist of his underwear. He tugs, and Kamenashi instinctually lifts his hips, and Jin then uses both hands to tug the garment, and Kamenashi’s trousers, down to rest at mid-thigh. Kamenashi’s cock rest hard against his partially bared stomach, his school-shirt still pushed up from Jin’s previous explorations. “Prizes are good,” Jin says, and takes the tip of Kamenashi’s cock into his mouth.
Kamenashi slides a little on the chair as the warm dampness surrounds him, and Jin smirks around the hard cock in his mouth. He takes it slowly, licking and nibbling gently around the head before tracing a vein down to the boy’s balls. Kamenashi’s hands tangle with his hair and pull insistently; judging by the long string of moans and mewls spilling from his lips he hasn’t had a blowjob before, and Jin feels strangely powerful at the thought. He dips his tongue on Kamenashi’s slit before straightening up on his knees, though he keeps his hand around the boy’s cock.
“Ask for it, Kamenashi-kun.”
Jin half expects Kamenashi to give him a bratty answer again, but it seems sex is indeed a good study method for his student, because instead Kamenashi shivers and tugs a bit more of Jin’s hair.
“Please.”
“In English, Kamenashi-kun.”
The boy grunts something, but a bit of pressure around his cock is enough to get him under control again. Jin brings his other hand between his own legs, applying a bit of pressure to his own erection.
“Please,” he repeats, but Jin clicks his tongue and tugs on the boy’s cock slowly.
“I thought we were teaching you manners here, Kamenashi-kun. Is that the correct way to address a teacher?”
Kamenashi’s eyes finally snap open and he somehow manages to glare at Jin even through the lust clouding them. “You fucking assho—-” Jin takes Kamenashi’s balls into his mouth and sucks hard, and it’s all it takes for the boy to give up. Kamenashi’s next words are whimpers. “Please, sir.”
Jin releases Kamenashi’s balls with a loud pop and stands up in front of him, returning the boy’s confused frown with a pleased smile.
“Undo my trousers,” he instructs, and takes pleasure in the way Kamenashi gulps and how his hands shake a bit as he rushes to obey. It makes Jin get harder, because Kamenashi is rushed and clumsy and rubs his erection in all the right ways as he tries to obey. “My underwear too, Kamenashi-kun.”
Jin heaves a sigh of relief when his cock is finally freed, and looks down at Kamenashi to find him even redder than before. The boy can’t take his eyes off Jin’s cock, hard and leaking and Jin wonders if Kamenashi has ever seen another man like this. His bet is on no, and it only excites him more when he thinks about what’s to come.
“Look in my right pocket, take out what’s there.”
Kamenashi gives him a distrusting look but obeys nonetheless, rummaging a bit in Jin’s slack’s pocket before bringing out a closed fist. His eyes widen when he opens it to reveal a tube of lubrication.
Jin takes the tube from Kamenashi’s hand, unscrewing the cap, and then he grabs the boys wrist, hauling him into a standing position. His pants slip to his ankles. Jin covers Kamenashi’s mouth with his own, enjoying the way the boy’s cock feels brushing against his own, still a little slick with Jin’s saliva. “Do you know what this is?” Jin says between bruising kisses, and Kamenashi doesn’t answer, just digs his nails into Jin’s side and melts into the meeting of their lips.
Jin pulls them backwards, until the back of his thighs hits the edge of the desk, and Jin sits on the edge, dragging Kamenashi in between his thighs without breaking the string of kisses. Kamenashi is more aggressive now, hyped up on first-time hormones and quaking arousal, and follows Jin’s lead, pressing against him until both of them moan at the delicious friction.
Finally, Jin pulls back, feeling desire like the crashing ocean waves as Kamenashi looks at him glassy-eyed and shivering, lips swollen and spit-slick as his tongue peeks out to taste the last traces of Jin and himself on his lips. Jin reaches for Kame’s wrist, grabbing it between his thumb and index finger, and turns Kamenashi’s hand palm-up between them. “Let me teach you,” Jin says, and he takes the open tube of lube and squirts some onto Kamenashi’s first and second finger. Kamenashi looks down, confused, at the slippery substance, and when Jin squirts a bit on his own fingers as well, he looks even more perplexed.
“What’s it for?” Kamenashi asks, and Jin can see him reaching for the English words, grasping for them as his brain abandons him for his baser needs. Jin’s arm brushes his cock and he hisses, and Jin loves that desperate sound. Wants to hear more of it as he grabs Kamenashi’s hand and guides it down low between them, until Kamenashi’s index finger brushes against the ring of muscle behind Jin’s balls.
“For this,” Jin says, and pushes Kamenashi’s finger inside of him, slow and steady, and Jin bites back a gasp at the way Kamenashi’s finger stretches him. It’s been a long time since Jin’s done something like this. But the way Kamenashi’s jaw goes slack at Jin’s tight heat, muscles clenching around Kamenashi’s invading digit, is all worth it.
There’s no trace of Kamenashi’s insolence now, as he stands there, bracing himself with one hand against the desk as Jin slides his hand back and forth, and taking shivering breaths. Jin’s wrist brushes Kamenashi’s cock with every thust, and that just elicits more gasping from his student, who stands in front of Jin with his pants sitting at mid thigh, shirt wrinkled and half undone, the picture of debauchery as Jin fucks himself on Kamenashi’s hand.
Soon Jin feels loose enough to slide his own finger inside of him alongside Kamenashi’s, and the feeling of both of them pressing in at once makes them both moan, and Jin blindly quest forward in search of Kamenashi’s wide mouth, finding it easily and enjoying the way the boy wordlessly parts his lips for him, letting Jin take him this way even as his hand helps take Jin in another.
It’s almost weird to see how meek Kamenashi suddenly is, following Jin’s lead and moaning softly into the kiss. Jin uses his own finger to wriggle Kamenashi’s inside him and the boy shivers at the way Jin’s muscles quiver and clench around their joined digits. Jin smirks when he feels Kamenashi’s other hand fist over the fabric of the teacher’s slacks.
“What…?” Jin feels satisfied as the boy tries to use the English word even when he obviously can’t get his brain to come up with a sentence to follow, though he doubts Kamenashi could form a coherent thought right now even in Japanese.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes…”
“Only ‘yes’, Kamenashi-kun?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s much better. See? You’re not a lost cause after all.”
Kamenashi looks like he wants to protest, a frown quickly taking form on his brow, but Jin uses his free hand to grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down until their lips crash together in a fierce kiss. He keeps moving their fingers inside himself and it seems like Kamenashi can’t focus on both things, clumsily trying to keep up with Jin’s tongue and move his finger at the same time. It’s Jin who has to take care of it, prodding a bit until he finds his prostate.
The teacher’s loud moan takes Kamenashi aback and he breaks the kiss, but Jin doesn’t let him get very far away. He keeps the student down by his collar and buries his face in Kamenashi’s flushed neck, nibbling at the hot skin there and spilling moans and dirty words against it. He can feel how they affect Kamenashi, who trembles and lets out soft mewls himself, though that could be their erections rubbing together too. Jin shivers at the double stimulation of the frotting and the fingers against his prostate, and tugs on Kamenashi’s earlobe with his teeth to lower his head enough to whisper in his ear.
“I’m coming,” he says in English, and leans back again only for the pleasure of seeing Kamenashi’s eyes widen with shock.
Jin feels himself tumble over the edge as Kamenashi’s searching finger and his own press against Jin’s prostate at the same time, and Jin’s spilling between them, and Kamenashi is watching with disbelieving eyes as Jin’s release paints his stomach and Kamenashi’s cock. Jin lets go of Kamenashi’s wrist, and the student’s slick digit slips from inside of him as Jin rides out the end of his orgasm, letting his free hand soothe his twitching erection as he comes down.
“Mr. Akanishi,” Kamenashi says, and Jin, whose eyes had flickered closed for a minute, focuses on the boy, who has one hand uselessly between them and the other clenching too hard into Jin’s thigh. His breath comes too hard, and Jin can’t resist, he has to kiss him again. He coaxes Kamenashi closer, enjoying the heat of Kamenashi’s weeping erection against his abdomen, and Jin still feels languid and lazy from his orgasm, in contrast to Kamenashi’s frantic swipes of tongue.
Jin reaches down and runs a slow hand up and down Kamenashi’s cock, and Kamenashi whimpers into his mouth, hips pressing forward, aiming for more friction as Jin sets a slow, taunting pace. “What do you want?” Jin asks against Kamenashi’s lips, and Kamenashi doesn’t answer at first, and Jin slows even more, and Kamenashi makes a keening sound that almost rouses Jin again.
“Please,” Kamenashi says, or at least that’s what Jin thinks he says, because it’s more a garbled noise than an English word.
Jin lets go of Kamenashi’s cock, and reaches for the elastic of Kamenashi’s underwear, and Kamenashi rocks forward demandingly, and Jin laughs, pulling the underwear up in a single hard pull, letting the elastic stop right under the head of Kamenashi’s cock. Kamenashi looks down in bewilderment as the tip of his erection is pressed into his belly, elastic cutting into his hipbones. Jin then pulls up Kamenashi’s trousers, fastening them closed as Kamenashi’s fingers dig into Jin’s bare thighs. “What are you doing?”
Jin presses a teasing hand to Kamenashi’s now clothed cock, and Kamenashi trembles, and Jin chuckles, low and heavy in his throat. He leans forward and leaves one, last, lingering kiss on Kamenashi’s lips, and then shoves the boy back, and Kamenashi stumbles, falling into the chair and watching Jin numbly as Jin stands, pulling up his underwear and trousers, buttoning them closed and reaching for a tissue on his desk to wipe his belly. Then he shoves his shirt back inside his pants, and presses the shirt straight. Then Jin returns his gaze to Kamenashi, who seems lost, and confused, erection pressing up out of his school slacks and cheeks still ruddy with arousal and confusion, and, most deliciously, submission.
“I don’t understand,” Kamenashi says, in slow, carefully enunciated English, and Jin steps closer to him, setting his index finger, still a little slick with lube, under Kamenashi’s chin.
“Good students get prizes, I said,” Jin informs Kamenashi. He drops a kiss to the corner of Kamenashi’s mouth, and Kamenashi leans forward, looking for more, but Jin moves back, out of reach. “You’re a very bad student.”
“What?” Kamenashi says.
“Maybe if you did your homework,” Jin says, and Jin wants a cigarette or something. Looking at Kamenashi, he’s starting to get hard again, but Jin’s a teacher, and he’s got to follow through on his lesson plans. “And came to class on time,” Jin adds. “Maybe then you’d get a prize.”
“You’re not going to…?” Kamenashi says, and his eyes narrow.
“I expect some improvement in behavior and class participation, Kamenashi-kun,” Jin says, and he relishes the furious look in Kamenashi’s eyes, likes the way it goes straight to his cock the way triumph and good sex always does.
“Fuck you,” Kamenashi says, in flawless English, and Jin smiles, slow and deliberate and dangerous.
“I look forward to class next week, Kamenashi,” Jin says, gathering his briefcase and his basket of supplies into his arms and heading for the door. He turns around after he opens the sliding door, just to catch sight of Kamenashi’s frustrated glare. “Don’t you?”
Jin waits just long enough to watch the anger transform to intrigue, and then he closes the door. This, Jin thinks, will be an interesting rest of the semester.
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Date: 2011-12-29 10:02 pm (UTC)