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Yours Till Dawn	By : Yaoichi Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jin studied the Korean's expression for a while, trying to make sense of it in his mind. However, the calm he perceived was quickly turning into impatience, so he shifted his attention to resume what he was doing. Letting his fingers drift to the redhead's hips, he spread them and let them slide gently down over the well-kept muscles of Hwoarang's thighs. The Japanese rested his palms on the knees for a moment, before running them all the way down to the ankles. "Hwoarang..."

Hesitating only for a moment, Hwoarang lifted his head slightly. "Yes?"

Wanting to remain cool, Jin attempted to avoid chuckling at the prospect. The harmony in the situation was wonderful, and he didn't want to disturb it. However, as he smiled and opened his mouth to speak, a little laughter came along with the words. "Roll over."

It didn't seem to phase the Korean in the slightest; he promptly started to turn over. Jin smiled as he reached down, stopping the redhead with his arm when he was almost up on his side. "No, the other way around."

The redhead chuckled again, a sound the Japanese was starting to treasure, quickly deciding he'd try his best to trigger it again soon. That friendly sound made it all feel so intimate and right - so different from how the redhead behaved with a lot of people around. If this was how it'd be when they were alone, he wanted them to be alone forever.

With a smile, Hwoarang quirked a curious brow. He appeared amused at the situation, which pleased Jin no end - that was a blatant opening to get annoyed, yet the Korean had passed on it elegantly. Instead, the man underneath him spoke in a soft voice, almost a whisper. "You were going to say that whichever way I went, weren't you?"

The raven-haired man grinned with a hint of red in his cheeks. Alright, maybe he was predictable. A bad thing in a fight, but probably a good thing in a relationship. He sighed lightly before he responded. "Okay, you got me. I just wanted to feel your weight against my arm."

Hwoarang stroked the arm gently, putting on an amusing grimace in the process. "We can stay like this if you like..." He teasingly offered, in a tone of voice indicating that accepting the proposition would be ridiculous.

The young Japanese knew full well that the impatience was shared, so he shook his head, still grinning sheepishly. "Nah, come on, roll the other way."

*** *** ***

"Okay."

Hwoarang rolled onto his stomach. He felt Jin rub his calves, then move on back to his thighs, this time taking his time. Jin's fingers massaged gently, gradually moving up onto the cheeks of his ass. After spreading them with his hands, the Korean felt a hand slip slowly between. It was hard to keep a steady breath when he felt the man he admired touch him there, but he tried his best. That they both craved the same thing was almost unbelievable, yet by now, there was no doubt. Soon, he'd get what he had wanted for years.

A fingertip rubbed gently against his tight entrance for a moment. The touch made Hwoarang let out a little moan, and his muscles contracted against Jin's finger. At that, his companion left the spot. It was almost cruel to leave it with that, but the redhead knew that wasn't the intention. Besides, this was too good to speed through - his impatience be damned, he strained to relax. Basking in the anticipation was a sure path to further relish.

Jin continued his exploration up Hwoarang's back, running his hands along the sides from the hips, while letting his torso land gently on the Korean when he reached the shoulders. Upon feeling Jin's erection brush gently against him, Hwoarang turned his head. 'I assume you know better than to guide that into my ass and start thrusting at this point, but let's just be sure...'

"Jin...?"

It took a little while until the Japanese responded, calmly rubbing the redhead's shoulders while he leant down. When his mouth was less than an inch away from Hwoarang's ear, he whispered softly, the air instantly triggering a delightful shiver to race down the Korean's spine. "What?"

There was no helping it; a smug grin accompanied the response all by itself. This was clearly showing off that he'd been confident they would get this far, and he liked it that way - there was no need to let his beautiful companion know that he had been doubtful at the time of purchase. "I brought something we may need... look in the right pocket of my top."

*** *** ***

Jin got up and made his way over to the chair. Searching briefly through the pocket, he retrieved the king size oil jar. It was nice someone was prepared - trying to figure out something that would serve the purpose would have been awkward, and he appreciated not having to do that. Already before he had made his way back, the cap was off, and two of his fingers were glisteningly coated.

Hwoarang spread his legs further, and Jin kneeled down between them. He watched the tight little ring of muscles in front of him with curious fascination and a little fear. Could a passage so small allow entry? Jin knew this had been done countless times through history, and decided there was no turning back now. He wanted it more strongly than ever, and dediced that as long as he focused on preparing the redhead well, things would work out.

The Japanese proceeded by gently rubbing a fingertip against the offered opening. While doing this, his other arm busied itself stroking Hwoarang's back, trying to distract his partner a little. His tongue joined the roaming arm at the same moment he slid the finger in through the outer ring. Jin's free arm found another of its kind, promptly lifted to receive a soft kiss. Squeezing its wrist gently with his hand, another finger joined the first one within Hwoarang. Together his fingers started scissoring, gradually widening the Korean.

It appeared to Jin that the redhead wasn't sharing any of his worries. He had remained calm, occassionally smiling at him over his well-shaped shoulder. With a few pants and a soft sound, Hwoarang had shown he felt the entry, but the muscles around Jin's fingers relaxed gradually. Soon it seemed that the Korean had gotten used to the process; he almost seemed a little impatient.

"Going to take me from behind, Jin?"

'Is he making conversation?' Jin wondered if it was an honest question, but thought he'd answer it in either case. Looking at the bushy inquisitive eyebrows of his companion, he was starting to take in just how welcome Hwoarang wanted him to feel. With a smile on his face, he purred softly. "No, not quite what I had in mind..."

The widening had gone on for a while with two, and then three fingers, when Jin retracted them slowly. Hwoarang's response came as a slow sigh, his muscles contracting momentarily before opening themselves somewhat again. With a firm, yet friendly voice, Jin urged him on. "Turn over again."

Hwoarang smirked lightly at that, before he blinked seductively and let out a shaky exhale. "Which way?"

Smiling, Jin responded instantly. "Try me." Letting Hwoarang turn unhindered this time, Jin was awarded with a happy smile greeting him when their gazes once again met. He looked down at his oil-covered hand, pausing briefly to enjoy the enthusiasm in the air before his eyes shifted back to the redhead's face.

Silently, he retrieved more oil and slid his fingers back in. He continued his efforts to prepare the other man while rubbing his other hand against the Korean's stomach, then moving up to his chest. The result of his actions was starting to show; the opening was not quite as wide as Jin's manhood, but certainly seemed close enough that it would work out. Jin gave out a little breath of relief while probing deeper with each motion. Just as he was bringing his head down to run his tongue against Hwoarang's chest muscles, his fingers hit home, and Hwoarang started making sounds of pleasure while thrusting himself up against Jin's fingers.

"Man!" The word had escaped his Korean companion's smiling lips between the moans, eyelids drifting half closed as the man reveled in the sensations. Seeing how much the redhead enjoyed his attentions filled Jin with a warm, comfortable feeling. Partly because he was thrilled to make Hwoarang feel pleasure, and partly because it pushed his last doubts out of his mind.

Jin's tongue ran over Hwoarang's chest and up to his throat, sucking gently enough that the marks he left were barely visible. Slender fingers were brushing and massaging his back, while his own free hand found its way back to the red strands. He increased his fingers' pace slightly when he brought his mouth to meet Hwoarang's, and their tongues lapped softly against each other. The Korean's eyes focused on Jin's before hinting downwards along with a head movement in the same direction. At this, Jin broke the kiss, and Hwoarang's strained voice formed two words.

"Jin... more..."

The black-haired man smiled down at him, slowing down his finger movements while brushing his cheek up Hwoarang's. His nose touched the skin of Hwoarang's forehead, then he followed the outline of the red hair over to the other side. Once there, he stopped his fingers' thrusts and withdrew them.

Jin immediately felt Hwoarang's frustrated grimace brush against his face. Less than a second later, the jar was forcefully put into his hand. Hwoarang used his other hand to lift the Japanese's face, looking intently into the happy brown eyes above him. Hwoarang's panting breath was heating Jin's face as he blinked and swallowed.

"Jin..." He started with a broken voice, obviously straining to maintain the gaze. Smiling and attentive, Jin reached into the jar, and his hand returned with a generous handful of oil. Hwoarang whispered insistently up at him. "You are going to take me now, aren't you?"

Applying plenty of lube to his erection, Jin grinned back a response. "Right now?"

Hwoarang panted at him, with a tone of voice indicating he'd had quite enough of the teasing. "Damn it, Jin, go ahead already!"

A blissful smile spread across Jin's face, as he blinked slowly. He moved his erection to brush against the widened opening, before he responded. "I can't wait to."

With that, Jin pushed the tip of his member through Hwoarang's entrance, causing a painful groan to escape the Korean's lips. Moments later, the redhead maneuvered his legs around Jin's sides to rest his calves on the Japanese's back. The raven-haired man retracted quite quickly, adjusted himself somewhat, and lowered himself over the Korean's body while pushing back in. His eyes focused firmly on Hwoarang's, carefully judging their expression. Strong arms wrapped behind Jin's head and back, pulling him down to meet a frapping tongue, eager to enter the habitat of its counterpart.

With a rough thrust, Jin made Hwoarang gasp. His mouth was over the redhead's within an instant, before it'd have any chance of closing. Their tongues met in a wet, energetic dance, while Jin thrusted himself deeper and deeper into Hwoarang. Lips disengaging for a moment, the redhead let out two quick, loud pants, before roughly licking Jin's cheek towards the ear. Reaching his earlobe, he nibbled it carefully. The gentle touches complimented the overwhelming pleasure nicely, causing Jin to blink lustfully as he strained to swallow.

The Korean's mouth was roughly removed from its current point of attention when Jin put his hands on Hwoarang's shoulders, pushing them back on the floor while his tongue invited his partner's over with a hinting touch. And Hwoarang's tongue didn't let it ask twice. Welcomed into the Japanese mouth, it probed deep, moving from side to side. The passion flowed through the kiss, and although it by no means was a quick kiss, there was no doubt it ended too soon.

Jin grunted. Having pushed all the way in, he was gradually increasing his pace. Hwoarang had closed his eyes, and this troubled Jin a little bit - but he assumed the panting redhead would give him other hints if needed. While trying not to be too rough, he let his own eyelids drift closed for a bit too, allowing him to judge the Korean's sounds of pleasure better. The increased intensity of the feelings his thrusts enticed was a nice bonus too.

Bending down again for another kiss, Jin was completely lost in his magical world of Hwoarang. With the other youngster wrapped around his back, his head, his tongue and his manhood... the faith was returning to him. The sheer lust they shared had to be a start. He was confident that it was shared, there was no doubt in his mind that this was what they both wanted. The kisses spoke of a strong need within them both, and whereas Hwoarang might not love him at this point, there was still a lot of time to go. Besides, he fully enjoyed the silence within his own head.

The black-haired man slowly slid one of his hands onto the erection rubbing against his torso, closing his fingers around it. At first, he only rubbed one of his fingers slowly against the shaft, but he sped it up gradually until the pace matched the one with which he was thrusting his member into Hwoarang. He smiled as the redhead's breath grew increasingly erratic, and the body under him made great efforts to maximize the amount of contact. His index finger slid down to rub that spot right below the head sideways, before resuming his vertical motions with a tighter grip.

The climax was rapidly approaching on Jin's part, so he slowed down his thrusts. He wasn't quite sure why, but he really wanted the Korean to come first. He felt the pressure build up under his fingertips, and adjusted his fingerwork along with his thrusts to amplify it. Seconds later, Hwoarang let out a little scream as he came. Warm fluid spread across their torsos, while Jin retained his more lenient pace. Dark brown eyes once again opened, and focused on his. A blissful, relaxed smile spread across the redhead's face; Jin didn't think he'd seen that much harmony in his lover's face before. Becoming aware of his own facial muscles, he realised that his own expression gave it a good run for the money.

It was so unbelievably wonderful. That it really was him and the redhead, doing this... the sheer tightness around him, the skilled touches Hwoarang's tongue applied to his - that side of things was great. But it didn't really matter. What mattered was what this all meant. His movements into the Korean turned more possessive as he smiled, a shaky pant leaving his lips before he could form a word. "Hwoarang...."

"Mmmhhhhhh...."

One of the moans leaving the redhead's lips stood out as a response, so the Japanese leant down for another kiss, before he moved his mouth over to an ear below him. He shifted his body so that he could keep going all the way inside Hwoarang while resting most of his weight on one arm. That freed one hand to slide into the red hair as he whispered softly. "How do you want the finish?"

"I get to choose?"

"Uh-huh."

"Fuck my brains out, Jin. As hard as you can."

Jin gradually increased the power of his thrusts, but the concern was quite visible in his face. He didn't want to hurt his lover, especially not while doing what he wanted to do more than anything else.

"I mean it, Jin. I want more."

Apparently, that was not enough for the redhead, but the young Japanese thought he'd give him one more warning. If there was one thing this shouldn't end with, it was going back on his word, but if the Korean couldn't handle it, more power wasn't too good an end either. "Are you sure? I can do this pretty hard..."

Hwoarang's mouth opened with the broadest smile of the day as he started thrusting himself up against Jin's thrusts, effectively increasing the friction well beyond what Jin would have been able to on his own. As Jin pushed back his last reservations, and rammed his erection in the hardest he could, both youngsters were making loud, strained sounds with every thrust. "Hwoarang!" Jin exclaimed, before pounding into him one last time. With a violent tremble, he released his seed into Hwoarang's depths. The Japanese let his body fall down onto the Korean, while running his arms up the body. He grabbed Hwoarang's head firmly, and kissed him with a hunger that almost scared Jin himself. Then he let out an exhausted, happy sigh, and then uttered the words he'd dreamed of saying for over two years.

"Now you're mine."

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Tightening his grip around the Japanese, Hwoarang let his shivering, drained breath blow into Jin's ebony hair. He watched the strands dance lightly from the breeze his mouth stirred, enjoying the hot muscular body so mind-bogglingly close to his. Normally, his pride wouldn't allow for such a needy embrace, but right now, he just wanted to be loved.

The feelings inside him were difficult to understand. Did Jin really care about him? It sounded far-fetched that a caring man could emerge from deep down beneath that cold, dispassionate surface he was used to see. To top it off, that the Heir to the Cursed Blood loved him? However inconcievable, that was what the last days' events seemed to imply. It was hard to find words to express what ran through his mind, so he settled for the simplest response. "I am yours."

He sighed happily at what had just happened. 'And I thought I wanted you badly before. Hah. If I only knew... but it wouldn't have changed anything, would it? I can't really see how being more desperate would've helped me endure that long wait.' He felt Jin spread his fingers across his chest, rubbing it in a way that tranquilised and reassured him. That man could be so sweet when he put his mind to it...

Gradually, the friendly features in the face above him spread into a broad, grateful smile. He watched the man steady his breath, and heard the heartfelt words it had to share. "Thank you, Hwoarang." The redhead felt it touch something deep inside him; such a simple statement, yet the words was not the point. They meant nothing - the way the man spoke them meant everything.

Swallowing the beginning lump in his throat, he blinked a couple of times to make sure there were no tears. He affectionately caressed Jin's back, arching his own back slightly as if that could make their chests meld into each other better, wanting the Japanese as near as possible. He swallowed again. "Thank you too."

'I'm so glad this is what you want, you wouldn't believe it. Still, this is a strange feeling. I'm not the fearful kind, but now... shit, Jin, I'm so afraid of being without you. The thought terrifies me. If only there was something I could do to improve the odds. It feels like the only thing I can do is cross my fingers.'

He felt powerless and vulnerable in a way he wasn't used to. What he had just done had left him wide open, and he couldn't take it back. If Jin didn't want him, this wouldn't only be a loss. It would be a devastating blow. Being a one-night stand for Jin Kazama wasn't quite what he had set out to become.

He needed this to work, and felt himself getting increasingly worried. When he became aware of it, he tried his best to calm himself down. 'Ok, that's it. Relax, Hwoarang, relax. Your chances are best that way. Deep breath. Good.'
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