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+S through Z › Tekken
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
45
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6,871
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3
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Chapter 6
Jin had been disappointed when the leather-dressed Blood Talon had left them just because of a joint. He was looking forward to sharing a bed with that guy... just the sight of that get up gave him a hard on.
Unfortunately, he was stuck with the two more obnoxious Hwoarangs with the mentioned hard on, not quite knowing what to do about it. Then, when Zekkai had started hitting on him, he had just gone with the flow. Heck, the body underneath was all the same, obviously... six of them seemed to have gone through the process without physical change; what had happened with whoever created Babo and Doormat was anyone's guess. Wasn't really fair to the rest of them to call those 'clones'.
It was highly satisfying to see how obsessed 'Hwoarang' was. Zekkai seemed like fun - he had been honest about that - but he knew that of his three roommates, Zekkai was the least exciting. There would still be time for the others, though... unless the two of them hooked up, which he saw as unlikely.
The Japanese gazed over at the redhead. After removing the shirt and belt, the guy had unzipped his jeans, but stopped there, simply staring at the door. Jin found it was time to remind him, so he calmly rested the rolling-pin on Zekkai's shoulder, taking care to do it slowly enough that the spikes didn't penetrate the skin. "Carry on..."
Zekkai blinked at him, a touch of offense still visible behind his lowered eyes, but he quickly got over that when he, once again, laid eyes on the spikes. Licking his lips, he climbed off the bed to easier shed his jeans. "Something tells me your groupie doesn't like me very much."
Jin smirked as he pushed himself over to the edge of the bed, standing up next to the other man. His eyes drifted hungrily over the bare flesh and the exposed boxers. "Something tells me you don't really care about that..." he responded in an amused voice, then let his eyes roam the lines of the redhead's neck, instinctively taking a tighter grip around the rolling-pin.
The redhead laughed and shook his head. In the next moment, his boxers hit the floor and he kicked them aside. Completely naked, and without an ounce of visible modesty, he moved closer and slipped an arm over Jin's shoulder. "I tried to give a damn, but there's only one thing I care about now."
With the warm body of his supposed rival that close, Jin failed to hold on to a satisfied sigh. The hand holding the rolling-pin snuck around the redhead's back, resting the item against it as he slipped the other hand around to the man's backside. "Then make me want you..." he whispered seductively, not caring that it was obvious that he already did, and leant in to lick Zekkai's neck.
"I can't bear it any longer." Zekkai drew in a shaky breath, rubbing his body against Jin's. "You want to be worshipped? What's worship without a sacrifice? Oh god, I need to bleed, Master Jin."
An extremely focused masochist he was. Jin grinned, giving the man's backside a squeeze before pulling back. The last thing he wanted was to turn the guy off by being too gentle, so he stepped aside, shoving Zekkai stomach first down onto the bed. He lifted the redhead up again a little so that he could get the body all the way onto the bed. Straddling the man by the hips, he rested the rolling-pin on the back underneath him. "Blood can be arranged, slave." With that, he pushed down. Not too roughly, but plenty to draw blood, then proceeded to roll it slowly upwards.
At first all the Korean could manage was a hiss through his teeth. The muscles around his shoulders twitched and tensed as he choked out a quiet chuckle. Through a moan, he spoke, "oh man that hurts..." His lower torso lifted slightly, followed by his back arching away from the instrument.
Putting it away, Jin reached into a pocket and pulled out a little tube. "That was just a little taste..." he said as he uncapped it, taking a bit of oil onto two fingers, "if you're a good boy, there's so much more in it for you..."
~~~
This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here:
http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260
Unfortunately, he was stuck with the two more obnoxious Hwoarangs with the mentioned hard on, not quite knowing what to do about it. Then, when Zekkai had started hitting on him, he had just gone with the flow. Heck, the body underneath was all the same, obviously... six of them seemed to have gone through the process without physical change; what had happened with whoever created Babo and Doormat was anyone's guess. Wasn't really fair to the rest of them to call those 'clones'.
It was highly satisfying to see how obsessed 'Hwoarang' was. Zekkai seemed like fun - he had been honest about that - but he knew that of his three roommates, Zekkai was the least exciting. There would still be time for the others, though... unless the two of them hooked up, which he saw as unlikely.
The Japanese gazed over at the redhead. After removing the shirt and belt, the guy had unzipped his jeans, but stopped there, simply staring at the door. Jin found it was time to remind him, so he calmly rested the rolling-pin on Zekkai's shoulder, taking care to do it slowly enough that the spikes didn't penetrate the skin. "Carry on..."
Zekkai blinked at him, a touch of offense still visible behind his lowered eyes, but he quickly got over that when he, once again, laid eyes on the spikes. Licking his lips, he climbed off the bed to easier shed his jeans. "Something tells me your groupie doesn't like me very much."
Jin smirked as he pushed himself over to the edge of the bed, standing up next to the other man. His eyes drifted hungrily over the bare flesh and the exposed boxers. "Something tells me you don't really care about that..." he responded in an amused voice, then let his eyes roam the lines of the redhead's neck, instinctively taking a tighter grip around the rolling-pin.
The redhead laughed and shook his head. In the next moment, his boxers hit the floor and he kicked them aside. Completely naked, and without an ounce of visible modesty, he moved closer and slipped an arm over Jin's shoulder. "I tried to give a damn, but there's only one thing I care about now."
With the warm body of his supposed rival that close, Jin failed to hold on to a satisfied sigh. The hand holding the rolling-pin snuck around the redhead's back, resting the item against it as he slipped the other hand around to the man's backside. "Then make me want you..." he whispered seductively, not caring that it was obvious that he already did, and leant in to lick Zekkai's neck.
"I can't bear it any longer." Zekkai drew in a shaky breath, rubbing his body against Jin's. "You want to be worshipped? What's worship without a sacrifice? Oh god, I need to bleed, Master Jin."
An extremely focused masochist he was. Jin grinned, giving the man's backside a squeeze before pulling back. The last thing he wanted was to turn the guy off by being too gentle, so he stepped aside, shoving Zekkai stomach first down onto the bed. He lifted the redhead up again a little so that he could get the body all the way onto the bed. Straddling the man by the hips, he rested the rolling-pin on the back underneath him. "Blood can be arranged, slave." With that, he pushed down. Not too roughly, but plenty to draw blood, then proceeded to roll it slowly upwards.
At first all the Korean could manage was a hiss through his teeth. The muscles around his shoulders twitched and tensed as he choked out a quiet chuckle. Through a moan, he spoke, "oh man that hurts..." His lower torso lifted slightly, followed by his back arching away from the instrument.
Putting it away, Jin reached into a pocket and pulled out a little tube. "That was just a little taste..." he said as he uncapped it, taking a bit of oil onto two fingers, "if you're a good boy, there's so much more in it for you..."
~~~
This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here:
http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260