Play with fire (Changjin)

꧁Chapter Five꧂

Note: This is a short double update, just so the last chapter wouldn't get so long. If  you haven't read chapter 4 yet, go back there or it won't make much sense.

WARNING: This chapter includes mature content, read at your own will. It get's better if you listen to the song. My guess.

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"They say sinners go to hell,

but I've always liked to play with fire."

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     "Fuck it, it's just a dream."

Changbin captured the other man's plump lips with his own, pressing hard onto them. He had no time to think or consider anything beforehand, nor a chance to be rational over his actions. It was now or never. And instead of asking why, his mind just screamed deafeningly: with why not?

When Hyunjin made a startled noise, the investigator instantly retreated his body with wide eyes. "Shit, I fucked up", he thought. The taller male stared at Changbin, surprised he had really fallen for his teasing words. But soon after, he closed the gap between the two of them, tugging on the police officer's black t-shit with firm hands and hungrily attacking his lips once again.

Changbin felt lightheaded. Hyunjin brought him impossibly close to his already warm body. They lacked balance that was ruined by so much lust bottled in the deepest part of Changbin's subconscious. The couple stumbled further away from the window, making the dancer end up trapped in between Changbin's hungry lips plus skillfully touchy hands and his desk.

Piles of paperwork and stationery items were pushed to the ground when, in a swift movement, the older lifted Hyunjin by his thighs, putting him in a sitting position above the wooden furniture. Changbin moved from Hyunjin's lips to his cheek, then his neck, living a trail of open-mouthed kisses along his jawline. As always, Hyunjin scented like flowers.

Changbin caressed the other's sides, once in a while squeezing his hipbone. Upwards, he discovered a silver, delicate chain surrounding his almost exposed waist, then tentatively tugged at the knot tying the male's dress shirt, making it more loose. Everything about him was so hot and suffocating. Changbin was thirsty, in every single meaning of the word, and he wanted to be soothed, but at the same time needed more. More of Hwang Hyunjin. More of his burning passion.

Hyunjin had his hands on the investigator's back, fingers slowly crawling up under the t-shirt. His lags wrapped around Changbin's frame, while the other marked his silky neck. It felt like every part the dancer touched on the older man's body burned, with just the pressure of his digits, like an ember pressing to the skin. But it felt good. It felt right.

They were silent, only the sound of heavy breathing and wet kisses could be heard in the quiet night, when Hyunjin broke the silence first with a moan of the other's name.

"Uungh, Binnie..."

A cold shiver ran through the officer's body, contrasting with the flaming touches Hyunjin was giving him. The man stopped kissing the other's neck, and retreated his head to look in his eyes.

"No... Call me Changbin. We're not kids."

Hyunjin bent his head back, and let a loud laugh escape from his throat. His chest shook with the sound. He pushed Changbin a little, and got off the wooden desk, now showing how much taller he was than the other. The dancer was like a predator in the night, surrounding his prey until he could find a way to devour him. He kept pushing Changbin backwards, and the other just let himself be led. Hyunjin's head was down, as his nose almost brushed the investigator's.