They arrive at Yamapi's flat in what feels like no time at all. The car ride is more relaxing than Yamapi had thought it would be, but as they get out of the car, he can't fight the swirl of emotions pooling in his stomach like acid. He's nervous, first and foremost--he's never done anything like this before, and as much as it doesn't feel like it when they're talking, it's not exactly easy to forget that Jin's a prostitute. He's a little guilty, for so blatantly going against everything he knows to avoid--potential scandal, people who could kill his career. It makes him uncomfortable, and he almost turns around and takes Jin back to the street, but the stubborn little whisper of Jin's not like that won't let him do it.
"Don't freeze up on me now," Jin says, once they're inside and taking off their shoes. If Jin's impressed by Yamapi's house, he doesn't show it, barely even looking around at all. His gaze is fixed on Yamapi, piercing straight through him, and Yamapi barely gets the chance to shrug off his jacket before Jin's standing about two centimeters in front of him. He backs Yamapi up against the door and kisses him slowly, a lazy, lingering brush of lips that makes Yamapi melt. It's ridiculous and girly and stupid, but he feels like he's with a lover, not someone he just met. Jin is tender in his kiss, attentive, and he pulls away before Yamapi even realizes it's gone on too long.
"Where do you want to do this?" Jin murmurs against his lips, and it takes a minute for Yamapi to even realize he's spoken. He can't remember the last time he felt this way, and a part of him doesn't like it, but Jin has Yamapi under some type of spell, and it's all he can do not to lose himself completely in what's beneath the surface.
He gives up trying to resist when Jin kisses him a second time, aware that it makes him seem slightly pathetic, but unable to make himself care when Jin's biting gently at his lip like that. He barely manages to mumble "end of the hallway" into Jin's mouth, but Jin understands him, and Yamapi almost stumbles when he's yanked away from the solidity of the door against his back. Jin pulls him towards the hall like it's natural, and as Yamapi desperately tries to get a grip on himself (he's not a schoolgirl, for god's sake, a little kiss shouldn't make him feel like that), he thinks that the scariest part of everything is that it is. It's natural, the way Jin's hand fits around his as he pulls him towards the bedroom. It's natural, the way he contrasts so much with everything in Yamapi's house--Jin is dark where the rooms are bright, Jin is artistically dirty where Yamapi's house is systematically clean. Even the slight awkwardness, the embarrassment with which Yamapi follows him feels natural, and that's as far as Yamapi can think before they enter his bedroom, and he knows that he won't be thinking anything for much longer.
He's right. Jin's on him the minute the door is closed and locked, hands slipping under his shirt, mouth leaving a hot trail down his neck. Yamapi's no stranger to sex, and as soon as he lets himself think about what he's doing as no more than sex with someone he finds attractive, he's just as active as Jin. He doesn't know if there are rules, places he can't touch or kiss, but when he slides his hands up underneath Jin's shirt and feels the warmth from Jin's skin flowing into him, he decides to stop worrying about it.
When they've both got their shirts off and Yamapi's on his back on the bed in less than five minutes, Yamapi guesses Jin's impatient. Still, his eagerness makes Yamapi smile (especially when it's eagerness to get his pants off), and even though it's weird to be on his back (he's slept with men before, but hardly anybody dares to try and top the famous Yamashita Tomohisa), he pushes his awkwardness aside and draws Jin into another kiss. Kissing Jin is addictive, he quickly finds--Jin kisses like honey, sweet and slow even when he's got his tongue in Yamapi's mouth. It should be a paradox, that someone so gritty on the outside can taste so perfect, but somehow, Yamapi gets the feeling that's just Jin.
part 4
"Don't freeze up on me now," Jin says, once they're inside and taking off their shoes. If Jin's impressed by Yamapi's house, he doesn't show it, barely even looking around at all. His gaze is fixed on Yamapi, piercing straight through him, and Yamapi barely gets the chance to shrug off his jacket before Jin's standing about two centimeters in front of him. He backs Yamapi up against the door and kisses him slowly, a lazy, lingering brush of lips that makes Yamapi melt. It's ridiculous and girly and stupid, but he feels like he's with a lover, not someone he just met. Jin is tender in his kiss, attentive, and he pulls away before Yamapi even realizes it's gone on too long.
"Where do you want to do this?" Jin murmurs against his lips, and it takes a minute for Yamapi to even realize he's spoken. He can't remember the last time he felt this way, and a part of him doesn't like it, but Jin has Yamapi under some type of spell, and it's all he can do not to lose himself completely in what's beneath the surface.
He gives up trying to resist when Jin kisses him a second time, aware that it makes him seem slightly pathetic, but unable to make himself care when Jin's biting gently at his lip like that. He barely manages to mumble "end of the hallway" into Jin's mouth, but Jin understands him, and Yamapi almost stumbles when he's yanked away from the solidity of the door against his back. Jin pulls him towards the hall like it's natural, and as Yamapi desperately tries to get a grip on himself (he's not a schoolgirl, for god's sake, a little kiss shouldn't make him feel like that), he thinks that the scariest part of everything is that it is. It's natural, the way Jin's hand fits around his as he pulls him towards the bedroom. It's natural, the way he contrasts so much with everything in Yamapi's house--Jin is dark where the rooms are bright, Jin is artistically dirty where Yamapi's house is systematically clean. Even the slight awkwardness, the embarrassment with which Yamapi follows him feels natural, and that's as far as Yamapi can think before they enter his bedroom, and he knows that he won't be thinking anything for much longer.
He's right. Jin's on him the minute the door is closed and locked, hands slipping under his shirt, mouth leaving a hot trail down his neck. Yamapi's no stranger to sex, and as soon as he lets himself think about what he's doing as no more than sex with someone he finds attractive, he's just as active as Jin. He doesn't know if there are rules, places he can't touch or kiss, but when he slides his hands up underneath Jin's shirt and feels the warmth from Jin's skin flowing into him, he decides to stop worrying about it.
When they've both got their shirts off and Yamapi's on his back on the bed in less than five minutes, Yamapi guesses Jin's impatient. Still, his eagerness makes Yamapi smile (especially when it's eagerness to get his pants off), and even though it's weird to be on his back (he's slept with men before, but hardly anybody dares to try and top the famous Yamashita Tomohisa), he pushes his awkwardness aside and draws Jin into another kiss. Kissing Jin is addictive, he quickly finds--Jin kisses like honey, sweet and slow even when he's got his tongue in Yamapi's mouth. It should be a paradox, that someone so gritty on the outside can taste so perfect, but somehow, Yamapi gets the feeling that's just Jin.