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A gentle breeze whispers through the velvety deep blue curtains, breaking the unusual stillness of the Darkwick campus at night, but even that doesn't tear away Jin's attention from the gentle snores coming from the body laying next to him and near crushing his insides from the sheer strength of what he can only guess is meant to be a cuddle.
In all honesty, it feels more like he's in a wrestling chokehold.
Tohma has both arms and legs wrapped around him, even breaths never failing to ghost the skin of Jin's neck with their heat as he blissfully takes advantage of a kindness Jin has begun to regret every now and again since this started a couple weeks ago.
It takes all his restraint not to kick the blond bastard off the fucking bed as he reminds himself this part of their nights only lasts for a short while and, like clockwork, Tohma's grip loosens enough for Jin to turn on his side so they're facing each other.
There's a raspy gasp, accompanied by slight trembles and incoherent mumblings that fade away the moment the blond nuzzles even closer into Jin's frame. The tension melts away and the anxious creases on his face relax into a expression of peaceful rest once again.
Jin has seen it play out at least five times now, slightly intrigued by exactly what nightmare could make Ishibashi of all people lose sleep and push himself even further to the brink of exhaustion.
Intrigue aside, it grates on his nerves just how much Tohma tosses and turns. The blond moves again, locking their lower limbs together so his naked thigh is pushing against the clothed buldge of Jin's erection.
The white-haired ghoul hisses at the jolt of arousal that spreads through his body from the touch, glaring at the peacefully slumbering face just inches from his own, he can't help but curse the series of events that led them here.
Four weeks ago...
Jin often finds himself acutely aware of the little things against his will. It's almost second nature, a means to navigate the tangled mess of false smiles and intentions that have approached him for as long as he can remember.
His heightened senses since becoming a ghoul don't exactly help.
He takes a sip from the white porcelain teacup with it's gold and blue accents and notes immediately the difference in taste from how Tohma usually prepares it.
It's not ruined, it's almost the same but being so close after Tohma's made it perfectly for several months since the first few hiccups is slightly off-putting to say the least.
He expects slips like this from the Honor student, not his Vice Captain.
Tohma's even reading of the report trails off and Jin blinks back to reality, realizing he had lowered the cup, staring into the warm honey brown liquid long enough for Tohma to sense something wrong.
The blond adjusts his monocle, "Is something wrong with the tea, Captain?"
"It's slightly off," he states gruffly as he places it down on it's saucer to lay back on the couch and carry on with his cigarette. He casts a subtle glance to Tohma who's brows are now slightly scrunched in confusion like he's contemplating what could have gone wrong.
"I wasn't paying as much attention my measurements today, forgive me... I'll take it back and-"
Jin scoffs, "Forget about it, just finish what you're here for and fuck off." He figures should've seen the signs sooner but they're more glaring than ever today of all days.
The dark circles on his bottom eyelids that are steadily becoming more noticeable, the halting pace of his strides as they lose their edge and his voice is hoarse, if only by a little and the teasing lilt has been dropped more often over the course of the last month.
A month since the confrontation at Vagastrom and their somewhat reconciliation after what can hilariously almost be seen as an intervention.
Jin had made it more than clear, he doesn't want any secrets, no more sneaking behind his back or leaving him the dark for whatever self-righteous bullshit reason.
He knows there are still somethings Tohma will keep from him, it pisses him off, but he likes to think he's left the door open for anything important.
The pills had been unexpected, what exactly could Tohma possibly need them for when when he was perfectly capable doing anything with his own strength. There had been so much Jin wanted to say but on that matter he'd settle for holding his tongue.
He likes to think he understands what an addiction is like, understands why they come about in the first place. A need for something else to keep grounded when you can't find it in yourself to face what you have to alone.
An escape.
Still...
For how long they've known each other, for how much Tohma seems to trust his capabilities...a part of him had thought he'd be enough.
The shoves aside the budding hurt with disdain as their conversations from that night float about his mind; what's one more surface level relationship to the host of others? This one just happens to have a but more of his trust than usual.
And maybe a bit more of his heart too.
He curses himself, tuning back in just as Tohma asks him what's to be done about a new batch of investigation orders.
Jin looks him over. He really does look like he could use a break.
"If they're not urgent we don't have to deal with them now."
"But we're not doing anything at moment, if you're not up to leaving the dorm you can just Captain us from here as you enjoy doing so often," he flashes a smile that's almost enough erase Jin's worries about his health, "We get stellar results either way because it's you."
Almost.
Jin sighs, it's one of the things they have in common, there's almost no stopping them once they get going.
"If you were going to do your own thing why bother me about it in the first place," he stubs out his cigarette on the tray, tilting his head just enough to watch Tohma bend over to retrieve a couple other files from the table that Jin had read through the night before.
His eyes linger far longer than they should on the other's ass and thighs, taken by the way the fabric of the uniform lightly creases and folds around the muscles beneath.
"Are you free tonight?"
It reminds him its been some time since they've met up for *that* specifically. The mirror incident hadn't exactly put him in the state of mind but after a while, he had been looking forward to Tohma's subtle way of dropping hints that'll then give Jin room to pretend like he hadn't been thinking about it for days on end.
It's childish, but outright asking feels like he'll be letting Tohma have too much fun.
Now though, he doesn't care; he's pent up and Tohma looks like he could use the relief more than him.
The blond turns to level him with a thoughtful look. It's painfully see through and Jin has to wonder if Tohma is making himself so easy to read on purpose now.
"If it's because you require my company-"
"I'm not requiring anything-"
"Then I'll have to sadly decline," he manages his Irritating trademark smirk, "Maybe some other time."
Jin doesn’t push, steadfastly keeping his eyes from following Tohma's figure across the room in a bid to maybe convince himself he doesn't care.
He's definitely not pissed and even more so, definitely *not* disappointed.
The click of the door echoes faintly in the silence of the room, he finds himself harboring hopes of Tohma coming back any minute now to say he's changed his mind or his schedule just opened up but as expected it doesn't happen.
Jin tries to put it out his mind, it's Ishibashi, he's always acting weird, he'll get his act together and get on your nerves sooner than later.
And Jin does find his patience being tested through most of the week.
Professors having to call him when they can't reach the Vice Captain, simple missions running longer than they should, his requests being handed off to either the second years or the Inspector and a host of other shit he hasn't had to deal with on his own in a long while.
He holds it in for as long as he does maybe because the last few months with the Inspector have softened him out, and also probably because a part of him didn't want to believe he's slowly been losing the man he knows to something he's sure is fucking ridiculous.
The last straw is during a ball at the end of the week, where Jin has his thirty minute in cigarette break interrupted by none other than a blubbering Kaito escaping a hoard of other students asking for him to deal with a few emergencies popping up.
Apparently, Tohma had delegated his duties to the younger blond, promising he'll be back after a while.
It's been an hour.
"K-Kamurai-san I can't take anymore, p-p-please!" He sputters.
As if on cue Luca bursts onto the scene, "Kaito, there you are," he bows slightly to Jin before grabbing his friend by the collar, "Everyone's looking for you."
"YOU TRY DEALING WITH THEM INSTEAD!"
Jin watches them disappear into the sea of expensive silk outfits and mind-numbing pretentiousness. With a deep sigh airing the brunt of his frustrations he realizes he can't pretend to ignore things any longer.
He doesn't walk the path to the Vaults often but his feet take him where needs to go almost on autopilot. The chess guardians barely spare him a glance as he menacingly stalks his way to Tohma's location; slumped over on a frost covered surface with his face buried into his folded arms.
Jin doesn't know whether to be worried the bastard has somehow managed to sleep soundly here of all places or mad at the fact his presence had done nothing to rouse the other ghoul.
Walking around to the other side, he notes the workspace seems bit more disorganized than Tohma would usually leave it, like someone's been trying to dig up and deal with as many cases as possible.
He mutters a curse, gaze shifting from the files to his Vice Captain's sleeping form. There's something oddly captivating about being this close to a Tohma this vulnerable but he doesn't dwell too much on it. He has a ruder wake up call in mind, one that'll likely carry his week's worth of pent up frustration in one kick but he can't bring himself to.
Instead he settles for flicking the left side of Tohma's head, hard.
To his credit, the blond doesn't gasp or flinch. He sits up slowly, one hand going over his mouth to stifle a yawn why the other rubs at the spot Jin had just hit. With his hair askew and his monocle off kilter he turns to face Jin with drowsy red rimmed eyes, "You could have simply tapped my shoulder, Captain."
His disheveled state dregs up memories of late afternoon meetings in Jin's room; Tohma still fully dressed but drunk on his Captain's kisses amidst the sheets of the bed and the deep heady whisper of Jin's title on those lips just asking for it.
He swats away the unprompted image, "How long?"
Tohma's blinks, covering up his weariness with confusion as he goes about fixing his appearance, "I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific Captain?"
The other ghoul clicks his tongue, playing dumb is usually enough to bring his anger to the closer to the surface but this time he decides to bite. There's only so much Tohma can pretend not to understand before looking like a fool, "For how long haven't you been getting actual sleep?"
"What gave you that idea?"
"It's been been an hour since you promised Fuji you'd be back," Jin crosses his arms. It feels odd being the one to do the scolding between the two of them after so long.
The blond huffs, pointedly avoiding Jin's gaze, "I got distracted by a call, and things dragged on...it's been a long day and it must have caught up to me."
"Lying to me and making excuses all in one go, you're walking on thin ice, Vice Captain." That earns him a slight flinch paired with a subtle glare of silent annoyance that quickly settles into a measured calm.
Tohma gives him a defeated look, speaking as one would to persistent child, "Then what do you want?"
'The truth."
"Respectfully, Captain, it's none of your concern."
"It is when you start slacking out of nowhere."
*When you can get yourself killed.* He's well aware Tohma is stronger than that, but there's a part of him that can't ignore the 'what if's' any longer. He tells himself it's because they still have their work cut out for them and he still hasn't achieved his goal. Yet there's a voice at the back of his mind, one different from the dark whisper that never fails to remind just how many people he can't trust and just how alone he's destined to be.
A voice that's much softer that pleads which him to protect everyone.
A voice that gets louder every time his shameless, muscle-head Vice Capt. is really starting to push it.
"Tell me," he states bluntly, lighting another cigarette while he waits. Its been a while since he's his had the blond ghoul at his mercy, watching those unflinching deep blue eyes soften at his request stirs a bit of the longing his kept back for past month or so.
Tohma holds out a hand, "I'll need one too," Jin obliges, tossing him the pack and lighter. He catches both sith ease and goes about the motions stiffly as if he's holding something back, "I decided to not use my meds for a while."
Jin gives a brow, Tohma's lips closing around the cigarette almost enough to distract him from how ridiculous the sentence sounds, "Don't you need them?"
"No exactly, and I think you know," the blond takes drag before his next words, "Why else would you look at me that way."
A beat silence passes as Jin honestly tries to remember what the bastard is talking about now.
Tohma chuckles, a sound that carries the melancholy of his emotions, "When you and Kurosagi-kun so kindly interrupted out meeting and he showed you that bag...the look in your eyes then..." he doesn't complete it, he doesn't have to.
Jin remembers the betrayal and disgust he had felt back then, he had been petty sure he had kept it well hidden but leave it to Tohma to drill into him. He shifts his gaze down to the surface of the table where Tohma fingers pick at the fabric of his white gloves like his hands don't want to stop moving.
"Don't remember you giving so many fucks about what I thought of you."
His gifted with a dry laugh, "Maybe, but I wasn't able to shake it off...you were right to feel that way Captain and I didn't want to be the cause of those emotions anymore."
"What's that all got to do with you not sleeping though?" Jin asks bringing them back on track before the train can crash into a wall of topics neither of them are in a state of mind to deal with.
"When I don't take them, it doesn't stop. My mind isn't quiet and my body," he holds out his hands and for a slight second Jin is able to catch sight of the trembling, "It's not as bad now, some days it doesn't bother me at all, but at night, it's so hard. I should have realized sooner I was using them as crutch."
Jin narrows his eyes, worry and disapproval warring for control in his chest, "You don't have to cut them off completely."
Tohma flashes him an uneasy smile, "True but for me it's the the best way to see if I can still function without them."
"You clearly can't," he knows he probably shouldn't be as harsh but seeing Tohma nearly fall apart because he thinks that's what Jin would want almost pisses him off as much as the unapologetic bootlickers that always try to curry his favour.
"I just need a bit more time, until then, I'll be sure perform just as before."
Jin massages the bridge of his nose in frustration, "That won't matter unless you actually get some sleep dumbass," he stabs his cigarette out on some ice, "What did you do before you got them- no, don't pretend you don't understand what I'm asking or those will be your last words."
"Oh my, so violent," Tohma smiles fondly at the threat before placing a thoughtful, shaky hand to his chin, "Before I switched houses, it helped when Mido and I slept together."
Jin feels a growl of discomfort somewhere in his throat. It shouldn't come as a surprise, he's seen both them together often enough to understand there had been something at some point before Tohma had turned to him around the start of their second year.
They never spoke about being exclusive or in an actual relationship but it leaves a bitter taste knowing that months ago Tohma would screw him just to crawl into Alan's bed right after.
As if sensing the direction of his thoughts though, Tohma adds quickly, "Nothing's ever happened since me and you started..."
Jin rolls his eyes, playing it off, "Don't bother, I don't care if you're still fucking him behind my back too."
Tohma stands, his voice carrying hints of disbelief as his palms remain flat on the table, "Think what you want of me, Captain but I'd never do something that,"
"Sure, sure...what's keeping you from him now?" He's been sure to keep his tone even and flat for most of this damned conversation but asking this is almost enough to make him snap entirely. Tohma's mild discomfort though is almost enough to offset that.
With his cigarette securely tucked at the corner of those annoyingly enticing lips, Tohma begrudgingly answers, "We're not exactly housemates anymore, troubling him with such things when Vagastrom is also taking missions...I don't want to." He makes a vague gesture, like he's pushing the the thought aside, "Besides, I've found taking a nighttime stroll helps,sometimes."
"And how long do these strolls usually last?"
"You're awfully chatty tonight Captain."
"Don't fuck with me."
Tohma turns away leaning some of his weight before muttering something unintelligible.
"Can't hear you," Jin drawls, he's getting exhausted already, why did he even bother in the first place?
"A couple hours," the blond replies more audibly this time, "Have we finished my impromptu interrogation now?"
Jin can't really imagine what more he can hope to get out of this. He knows what the issue is but the one solution he can think of comes with its own can of worms...especially since it might involve him.
There's also the fact he's very sure Tohma would never agree since it also involves being vulnerable just as much.
He grits his teeth, turning towards the exit with his cape gently billowing out with every step, "Suit yourself if you think you've figured it out, I still think it's stupid."
Tohma's voice follows him with a sardonic bemused edge, "And what's your brilliant idea, Captain?"
Jin spares a glance over his shoulder, "If you ask nicely, I might consider letting you spend the night in my bed instead. It won't be for free though."
He doesn't miss the way Tohma's eyes glimmer ever so slightly at those words abut the glow is almost immediately suppressed, "Your jokes are getting worse Captain."
The white-haired ghoul flips him off, "Should've known better, get your ass back out there to wrap things up for the night."
"Of course."
He doesn't look back but he can almost picture Tohma's slight bow, blue eyes watching him with mirth. He can feel their gentle heat on the back of his neck all the way back to the ballroom and almost wants to turn back so he can do something...anything to sate the longing deep inside him.
For the rest of the night though he forces it out of his mind with the aid of a worrying amount of cigarettes and mindless scrolling through his phone. The party ends a little after midnight, Frostheim students gradually leaving to their rooms or with guests for those who had invited outsiders. Jin leaves Tohma and the second year duo to sort things out, retiring to his room and falling into his bed after warm bath.
Sleep doesn't come easily as it does for him most times, for God knows how long he twists and turns in restless circles, eventually moving to his piano to vent his vexatious out on the keys. The melody comes almost second nature to him, the ivory keys cool the touch as his fingers fly from one to the other effortlessly even in the dim moonlight washing in.
Hate doesn't quite cover how he feels doing this but it's a familiar emotion, one he knows how to deal with and that's exactly what he needs right now.
The world stills for several long seconds as if watching; slowly, oblivious to how much time he's probably spent he draws out the closing notes. The wind picks up blowing past the curtains into his face to rouse him from his trance.
He sighs to himself, wondering if this is how Tohma feels. Resorting to something you despise, unable to stop yourself when you know it only results in you moving further from the solution.
Standing, he runs a tired hand through his hair, pushing his locks back as he makes his way to the bed, "What the fuck am I doing?" He whispers into the darkness.
He's halfway into faceplanting into his pillow when a soft knock raps against the door from the other side. Jin eyes thresh warily, picking up his phone to check the time.
2.30am.
Who the fuck is knocking at his door so late? (early?)
He wants to ignore it but almost immediately another round of knocking follows, this time louder than the last.
With a grumbled curse he adjusts his robe over his naked torso and walks over to the door with the intention to maybe stab whoever thought it was a bright idea to bother him at this time.
He opens the door, insults at the tip of his tongue melting away the moment he sees who's waiting for him.
Tohma stands at the other side, hands behind his back, looking a lot smaller than he should for his height and all Jin has seen beneath his clothes. Unlike his usual put together look though, now he's in a loose dark tank top over pale blue plaid pajama pants. With his monocle off and his slightly damp blond hair messier than usual and hanging over his eyes; Jin almost feels like he's looking at a Tohma from the past.
The faint scents of citrus and jasmine bodywash linger in the air around him leading Jin to assume the other is fresh out of the shower. The smell tempts him closer, worming its way up his nose, trying to pull his thoughts in another direction entirely.
"What are you doing here?" He barely manages to spit out.
Tohma finally looks him the eye instead of intensely staring at his abs for some reason, "I heard the the song and it let me know you're still awake."
He looks even more exhausted than before, Jin can't help but notice again, his skin is paler and there's a blank distance to his gaze Jin hasn't seen in while.
A long while.
Almost three years ago.
His heart does weird pained throbbing sequence in his chest which he studiously ignores, "What about it?"
"I want to know...if your offer from earlier still stands."
Jin leans against the doorframe, looking him over. He should turn Tohma away, the offer had been a slip on his part in the first place. He opens his mouth to say exactly just that but Tohma is leaning in even closer, one hand slipping into the opening of Jin's robe while the other hooks a finger into the seam of his pants. He feels the tug of elastic, it sends a shiver of expectant arousal down his spine but his keeps his eyes fixed on Tohma's face, expression unchanging from his usual detachment.
Tohma continues either way, speaking in a conspiratorial whisper when their lips are near touching, "Just like you said, I don't expect you to do this for free, Jin-san~" The blond pulls back, a teasing but tired smile gracing his features, "But it'll have to be in the morning, if you'll let me...I'm not quite feeling like myself tonight."
Jin glances down at the hand holding his robe open, trembling slightly, "Why?"
"I got back after my walk, tried sleeping, didn't work out," he chuckles like its bad joke he can't help but loathe and enjoy at the same time, "Will you..."
The rest goes unsaid but Jin understands nonetheless, clicking his tongue he pulls the door open, "Shut up and get in before I change my mind."
Tohma claps, breezing in the way he's done so many times before as Jin struggles to convince himself he's only doing this for the sex (and sure maybe that's probably worse but he's running on empty which is something only Tohma could make happen).
"You better not make me regret this," He locks the the door, leaning against it for a minute to get his thoughts straight as he watches Tohma near the bed.
"I would never."
Jin soon comes to the realization that statement had complete lie. Within the first thirty minutes Tohma had fallen into an almost coma-like sleep, unmoving until all of sudden grabbing at Jin and holding on so tight Jin was convinced he'd have to cut an arm off, and it surely wasn't going to be his. For the next hour (or even more) Tohma would cling to him no matter what, muttering into Jin's chest, pressing their bodies into each other, and often enough tossing and turning from whatever nightmares were happening in his head until he managed to get Jin in his arms again.
When those moments pass, with his personal space back to himself once Tohma has pulled away, he finds himself missing the heat, staring into Tohma's sleeping face like it holds the solution to the the torrent of emotions warring inside him. He tears his gaze away, dark, dangerous thoughts leaking out just as sleep finally takes him into its embrace as well.
***
There's no such thing the perfect morning to Jin, he's either still too tired or Tohma is pulling open his curtains far too early with zero fucks to give about about Jin's opinion whatsoever.
Today however, Jin thinks he's come close to experiencing that rare phenomenon.
He doesn't open his eyes just yet, he doesn't know what time it is and quite frankly he doesn't give a fuck, not when he can feel Tohma's tongue at his peppering hungry kisses along his skin while the blond's left hand slowly but firmly pumps away at his morning wood,
Tohma's body is a warm lingering weight just above his own, straddling him and keeping him in place, It's been so long, he wants take Tohma in his arms, pin him down and fuck him into next week for how long he's made Jin wait.
His pulse quickens at the thought and he can feel the smile it gets from Tohma with those lips pressed so close to his throat.
"My, how long are you going to pretend to be asleep Captain?" His is deep and husky arrow sleep but he sounds just as smug and self assured as ever.
Maybe even more.
Jin is going to have to teach him his place all over again.
"I wasn't pretending, but if I was would you still go ahead and have your way with me?" he opens his eyes to see Tohma smirking down at him, annoyingly breathtaking with his tussled bed hair and a sleeve of his tank top slipped down one shoulder. He takes Tohma's chin in his hold, pulling blond closer, he doesn't know why the thought on Tohma riding his dick in his sleep gets him hotter than it should but right now he's in the mood for something else. They meet half way in a needy kiss, Jin's hand moving to Tohma's neck as he lifts his hips in time to strokes Tohma's hand.
They fall into sync like they've done countless times, Tohma's eager but playful responses driving Jin thawing Jin's desire with each tempting nip and suck until they finally pull apart.
"What dream could have you this pent up so early in the morning hm?" Tohma chuckles.
Jin is fairly sure time is just around 8am, as for the dream, all he's sure that Tohma was a hundred percent the reason.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He takes a nip at Tohma's bottom lip, fingers working their way through blond strands of hair. He earns soft, breathy keen for his efforts and his blood flows further south, "Since you're fine now, hope I don't need to tell you to get to work?"
Tohma smiles, pulling his hand from Jin's pants to make a show of licking at the sticky coating of pre-cum on his fingers like a goddammit slut. Once he's done he doesn't waste any time, pulling the hem down to rest just under Jin's balls, freeing the the other ghoul's hard throbbing length.
He moves his body lower, getting into a comfortable position between Jin's legs so he can gently slap the drooling tip against his lip before swiping his tongue out to clean up the mess.
Jin feels a shudder pass down his spine in anticipation, heat building to a crescendo in his core. It's a fucking Monday morning but he's about to get sucked off just a few minutes after waking up and it's getting increasingly difficult to care about anything else.
"If you start this now I'm going to make sure you're late for whatever classes you've got," he grunts.
Tohma starts stroking him again, looking like absolute sin with the way he has a dick so close to his face, "Our only classes today are at noon so you'll have my full attention for the next couple of hours, Captain ~"
With that he gets to work, taking Jin's cock into his mouth and slowly working his way down. Taking his Captain deeper and deeper into the heat of his throat and Jin has a bit of reasoning left to wonder why he hadn't done this sooner.
***
Tohma leaves just a few minutes before the clock strikes noon. Sex and good sleep (at Jin's detriment) seeming to have worked wonders for him after a single night. He cleans up while Jin remains in bed juggling brief naps, reading up on investigations and hour long smoke breaks.
When he goes, he's wearing Jin's spare uniform which is alot tighter around the ass and thighs in ways that has the Captain wondering if afternoon classes are all that important for the blond ghoul anyway.
'It's just to get to get to my room, I'll change into my own clothes there,' the blond had thrown back after noticing Jin's not so subtle amusement.
Jin had simply waved him off, still floaty and content from a whole morning of pure stress relief. He even felt more efficient simply laying in bed.
***
Tohma doesn't come that night.
Or the one after.
Or the one after that.
Jin doesn't care, telling himself the pre-dawn experience wasn't worth the what came in the morning. He doesn't picture Tohma's unguarded body next to his own for the next three nights and he surely doesn't crave the warmth pressing into his skin.
The fourth night though, after all four of them are left particularly ragged from an emergency all nighter Tohma is at his door around five in the morning. A little over an hour after they're back once he's seen to his duties. With zero words spoken and still wired from the adrenaline rush of the fight with their target, Jin had let him in, dragged by Tohma's arms around his neck into his bed with the door locking behind them.
And just like that, something entirely different from their usual stress relief sessions had blossomed. Leaving Jin out feeling out of his depth but determined to mask how much it had gotten to him. Tohma's body next to him, willing and vulnerable, seeking out his own.
This was simply another transaction between them, no different from how they'd traded their humanity for a wish and a few scraps of power.
But no matter how many times he beat it into his own head, telling himself he had to turn away the blond this night good; Tohma would show up, deep blue eyes listless from three days of workaholic abstinence but tongue loaded with snark remarks that should have the door slammed in his face but Jin would let him instead, grumbling and cursing but more eager than he let on.
This weakness eventually leads to the best, and maybe worst, night of his life.
It starts like any other, hot and heavy with Tohma getting to it the moment the lock clicks. He's still in uniform and doesn't waste time pulling it all off so Jin's coo. fingers can languidly trace deliberate path along his skin.
Jin welcomes the intensity, extra worked up from having to wait far longer than usual this week. The last of Tohma's clothes fall to the ground and they move from the door to the bed in a tangle of limbs and desperate groans in seeking out what their bodies need in the moment.
They finish at roughly the same time, Jin spilling into the condom at the sight of Tohma's dick paint the blond's chest in thick pearlescent strings, deep blue eyes blown wide with his lip parted in a silent scream pleasure as Jin rides him through the high. The white-haired ghoul smirks to himself on the inside, he really should have gotten used to this.
He pulls out, tying up the condom and reaching for another one when Tohma sits up, stretching like a cat and yawning with a hand over his mouth.
"That's about it for the night."
Jin stills, watching Tohma pick up his shit and head to the bathroom, "It was only one round?" Despite his best attempts to keep it from sounding like a question, he fails.
The blond throws him a tired look, "I'm well aware Captain."
He shuts the door, and he might as well hafe shut Jin out too. When next he appears he's wearing one of Jin's navy blue hoodies the house Captain hardly ever uses and the briefs he had toed off earlier, leaving his toned naked legs on display. He falls onto his side of the bed, Jin's bed, with a content sigh, hair slightly damp and skin warm, looking like he's ready to be ruined any minute now.
Jin furrows his brows ever so slightly, irritation simmering just below the skin of his tone, "You're not actually falling asleep on me are you?"
He tries for subtle goading but Tohma simply turns to him, holding one of the smaller cushions close. His eyes are half lidded from sleep but there's a fond twinkle to them at Jin's dismay.
"Unfortunately, I don't have the energy but I promise you can do whatever you wish to me in the morning." He winks, impish. And before Jin can protest he turns over, muscles melting into the expensive cotton sheets like a robot that had just been deactivated.
Jin stares for several long seconds, hard-on throbbing as he contemplates how exactly he's going to get through the night.
Back to Present ...
Jin had thought putting on his pants and lying to himself he'd sleep it off would be the hardest parts of the night.
A failed handjob sometime ago and Tohma's thigh now pressing into his crotch are enough for him to realized he'd been dead wrong,
He ruts into the blond's leg, the inviting warmth and friction enough to make him shudder in anticipation. In a rare show of his self control fully lapsing, his hand glides over the narrow curve of Tohma's hip, to his waist, lifting the hoodie up to rest on the small of the blond's back.
Before he can stop himself his fingers slip further down, beneath the band of the other ghoul's pants and feeling their way into the tender wetness of Tohma's hope, still, loose and hot from earlier.
To his left Tohma barely moves, soft snores interrupted by a barely there whine before evening out once again.
Jin isn't all that worried about him waking up, he'd run some tests a couple nights into the beginning of this whole train wreck and he knows for a fact Tohma won't be responding to any sort of stimulation for probably the next hour.
That leaves him an hour to keep his hands to himself and maybe roll all the way to the other end of the bed like any regular self respecting man would.
On a regular day Jin would be all for that. Minding his his business and ignoring Tohma's made for fucking body by like he had for half the time they've acknowledged each other's existence.
Tonight however reason isn't really doing the talking.
His cock aches from how long it's taking him to make up his mind and there's a lot about the situation that isn't making said decision any easier. Tohma next to him, open, vulnerable and devoid of the subtle hints challenge and mischief that he purposely employs to grind Jin's gears.
Granted Jin enjoys those qualities in their varying degrees but there's something about this side that's equally as enthralling. Enticing, something almost innocent, he longs to take advantage of because he knows it'll never be presented in any other other context.
He lifts his right hand to the blond's face, hoping to push aside more stray hairs but he finds his instead he's caressing Tohma's bottom lip with his thumb, a part of him hoping the other will wake up any minute and say something to turm him off completely. Maybe make him mad.
But Tohma stubbornly remains asleep, his mind intent on properly recharging for the typhoon of work that awaits come morning.
Jin reaches for his phone and turns the screen on to see it's already around three in the morning. Just how long had had he spent thinking of a way to get off?
By some miracle he doesn't chuck it across the room, more preoccupied by the nagging voice at the back mind telling him over and over that it's practically the next morning. His mind goes to all the times Tohma's woken him with a blow job or by already using Jin's body as his own personal dildo.
Excitement dances up his spine, his hands digging into the flesh of Tohma's hip, not at all helping but grounding him in all the right and wrong ways simultaneously. Sweat beads on his brow, memories pouring in and out of focus, neither of them had ever said anything outright but maybe Tohma wouldn't mind at all?
Before he can mind talk himself out of it he hooks a thumb into the side of Tohma's black briefs, sitting up so he can properly tug them down with the utmost care. Once it over one foot got he doesn't bother with the other.
Tohma remains asleep, turned on his side. Jin swallows before attempting to turn him onto his back, its easy enough without having to bother about his Vice Captain waking up to catch him and surely not letting Jin live it down for as long as their partnership continues. It'd be brought up every now and then with slightest smlie or during some argument but thinking that far does little to stop him.
Instead, it makes him more determined to get it all over with so he can get some sleep himself.
He parts Tohma's legs eyeing his prize still glisten ever so slightly from their firs sessiom and his dick throbs with renewed arousal. Leaning over the blond's body he braces himself on one arm while he works Tohma open with the other, one finger quickly becoming two until they feel along the well traveled path to Tohma's sweet spot, causing the body beneath him to shudder predictably.
Only this time he's not being call a cheater.
"You really don't know what you do to me," his disapproving click sinks into the dark stillness beyond the heated bubble of what's essentially his crime in action. He's disgusted with himself but there's a more vocal part of him enjoying this far too much.
Tohma's body responds in place of his voice, twitching and jerking subtly, his member growing harder and a flushed red to match Jin's own. Jin smirks, leaning down to place a teasing kiss to the tip, "You're not getting off that easy."
Taking his fingers out he pulls back just enough to observe his work and check if the blond ghoul is still asleep.
He is, and Jin can't get over jot eritic the view is like this.
Without wasting time he slips off his pants and lines himself up, pushing into Tohma's body with deliberate slowness, savoring the tight embrace sucking in his cock and setting the nerves beneath his skin alight with lust and desire.
He's halfway in before he realizes he's not wearing a condom, a realization that's quickly brushed aside when he decides he's watched Tohma clean up enough times to do an effective job.
His mind travels back to their very first time, they'd done it without a condom then too.
Tohma’s first words echo in his mind.
'Big~'
It's the kind if thing you'd say to any guy to get him going when he's balls deep inside you, testing the waters but there had been an earnestness to Tohma's voice overshadowing the teasing lilt he had been going for. A slip so obvious Jin had been to pick it out without issue.
The next words are seared into his mind more clearly because he's heard them more often, often enough for him to imagine Tohma is gasping them out in pure ecstacy beneath him.
'Harder! Faster! Right there-fuck!'
And Jin obliges holding Tohma's legs apart while he rams the rest of cock in angling just the right way to hit Tohma's sweet spot. He's gifted with a shiver of delight, walls tightening and convulsing around his dick as if to keep him there forever.
Tohma moans slightly but doesn't wake and Jin chuckles lowly, the absurdity not escaping him but it turning him on all the same. He pulls out, pausing just before the top to catch his breath, he wants it over but it somethingn he can't rush too much because he's not sure he'll get to do it again soon.
He leans in to push back some of Tohma's hair, taking in unbothered serenity of his sleeping face, he presses their lips together, his tongue pushing through soft, slightly chapped lips without much of a fight and he drinks in the quiet barely there moans that come as a result of his thrusts picking up pace.
Honest and unfiltered as Tohma's body welcomes him without any sort of wall or pretense between them.
Spurred on by this realization, he slips a hand beneath the hoodie, yanking it up and exposing the blond's torso to the cold air of the room that's now barely a concern to either of them as Jin continues, his own sounds muted in his attempt to not disturb the silence too much.
He moves his mouth lower, teeth scrapping the flesh of the other's left nipple while fondling the other and Tohma mewls for him, tightening up and sucking Jin in sowell he stutters on his next thrust breaths coming in ragged.
But he doesn't stop, pinning the blond's wrists down either side of his head though he knows it's unnecessary. The control makes him feel better, stroking a flame of arousal in his gut he doesn't entirely detest. Right now he doesn't quite mind having to do all his work, not with Tohma at his mercy like this.
Mine.
It echoes on his head unbidden. His tre thoughts seeping out. He's the only one that should get to ruin Tohma; not fucking drugs, or his stigma or the past he can't let go of. Not until they reach their goal.
"You just can't help going behind my back can you?" He picks up the pace, shallow pistons hitting home with their bodies pressed into each other. Tohma's dick is drooling between their stomach, twitching and aching for release. It should be wrong just how much he's enjoying this but he carries on intent on saving the introspection for when his isn't about to blow his load in his sleeping partner.
He feels the moment Tohma's body gives in, a half strangled mewl and a shudder as the relentless abuse on his sweet spot continues, more to stimulation as he's milked dry without his knowledge, cut spilling all the way up to his chin and hair; just as much from from the force of his orgams and how Jin has him folded in half.
It hits a lot harder for Jin though awaress of the heat bursting in his gut and the pleasure of delight warming him up from the inside. He gets a couple more ruts in, making sure he gets every last bit into Tohma's needy hole before he's swallowed by the ecstacy, forever greedy even in sleep. With a groan he blinks his eyes open, post-nut clarity lifting the fog for him deal with the full ramifications of the act he's committed but he instead he meets misty violet blues staring back at him in an expression of unfamiliarity like they don't know who the hell he is.
In all happens in a matter of seconds, their positions are flipped and Jin has Tohma's calloused fingers around his neck, a firm but not fatal pressure applied to carotid before easing off at the moment Tohma's eyes gain some sentience to them.
The Vice Captain blinks, groggy but but more alert than Jin usually is when fresh from sleep, "Good God Kamurai, I could've..." he trails off looking between them and all the way down to where Jin's half hard cock is still in side him, "What on earth were you doing?"
It's spoken in a chastising tone different to what Jin's been privy to the start of their third year.
As if realizing his slip, he continues without waiting for answer, mask back on, "Was waiting patiently that hard for our eager Captain~"
Jin scoffs, sitting up now there are no hands around his neck. That was...worrying to say the least, "You said it yourself, I get yo do whatever I want to you in the morning," He's definitely never admitting to a slip in his self control.
Tohma hums noncommittally, a gesture he knows pisses Jin off as his wipes come from his chin and lifts the hoddie to take in the mess, "Look at what you've done," he hisses out, quietly pissed his sleep time will be spent with cleaning up. Again.
"That was all you, really."
"Captain!"
Jin swallows quietly, stubbornly looking away in an act of defiance, and trying to think about anything other than how hot and intimate the moment is becoming the longer its dragged out. Tohma's freshly creamed ass warming his cock while trying to get Jim take some accountability.
For the umpteenth time since they've fallen into this weird new thing between them, Jin finds himself enjoying something else he really doesn't want to.