The Devil In You

Miso Soup

Suggested listening: NIN - Closer

The morning after, Hwoarang woke up in Jin's arms, the man spooning him from behind. The Korean smiled, seeing how at peace the other looked. It was a rare sight on that face. Trying to sneak out of the Japanese's embrace, he disturbed his sleep a little, so that he produced an unsatisfied grunt that made Hwoarang giggle. "I'll let him rest. It's still early, after all".

After putting on a pair of kimono pants, he went on the small balcony and lit up a cigarette. He didn't smoke much, but it was a kind of ritual for him after having sex. The images from the night before were still vivid in his head, the shaking of Jin's body, the warmth of his skin... he would have never imagined liking bedding a man that much. Kazama, of all. Life was getting really strange, and he had no clue where it was going to go. Of what it was going to say, too. It wasn't like when he fucked random girls just for the pleasure, he actually cared about the man, one way or another. But... which way?

-Good morning, Hwoarang. Isn't the cig a bit cliché, mmh?- he smiled, teasing him. He had his jeans on.

-Maybe. But it feels good.- the redhead replied, putting the cigarette out. -Do you have any other health tip, mom?

-I wouldn't dare. You'd probably do quite the opposite.

Hwoarang laughed. -Yeah, probably. 

None was looking at the other. The embarrassment could be cut with a knife, and the silence was way too long not to be awkward.

-I had a great night yesterday. Starting from the dinner, I mean. It was fun, talking and all, we never did that before.- said Jin.

-Yeah, neither what came after, from what I recall. And... it was... unique. Not quite like anything I've done in my life until now. I... hope I did it right.

-I think my body and its reactions spoke for themselves on that matter, Hwoarang. I had a marvelous time, and I deeply enjoyed every single second of it. Of you.

-Is it strange I feel like I still want you? Is it wrong?

-Not if you don't want it to be. It can be something to share without any guilt or shame. Something... beautiful.

Jin kissed Hwoarang softly on his lips, then spoke again.

-I never want this to end.

-Let's keep it alive, then.

The two entwined in a firm embrace, breathing each other's scent until there was nothing else left in the world.

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The day went on until lunch time, where Jin and Hwoarang weren't only eating the food in their plates, but also each other with their eyes. There was electricity in the air, and when only a few sips of miso soups were left, the Korean finally said -Oh, fuck this.- he threw both plates on the floor, lifting the other man from the chair with a peculiar lack of manners, and he said -I'm not even sure this table will hold you weight up, but for the love of God, Kazama, lay on it waist on.- Jin smirked, caressing the red hair. -Soup made you hungrier, huh? I like when you give orders. On the table I am... Sergeant.

Once Jin was sat, Hwoarang hastily removed his jeans, as if his own life depended on it. -You know, this time I'm going to try something new. Since most of it is basically new to me, bear with me. But I'm pretty sure I learnt a thing or two from you in this department.- Hwoarang started kissing Jin's lower abdomen, drawing nearer and nearer to the most sensitive areas of the man. He was teasing him on purpouse, not wanting to touch him before he could see a natural reaction to his movements. It didn't take long before an erection arose where before it was all dormant; -There you are.- Hwoarang started massaging the length while Jin still had the boxers on, getting the first half cries which caused his own reaction down under. He discovered his moaning voice basically drove him mad, leaving him wanting to do more - to have more, to taste more.

Grown tired of just teasing, Hwoarang removed Jin's boxers and completely cupped the man's balls with his mouth, circling them with his tongue. The Japanese let a louder moan escape, which only set the other on an imperative mission. He started sucking, at first gently, then more firmly, and Jin surely was enjoying himself, judging by the various and increasing sounds coming out of his mouth. Hwoarang then decided to start licking the whole member from bottom to top two, three, four times, before starting to suck just the tip, helping himself with his tongue once again. At this point, Jin was a moaning wreck, but he also started to laugh frantically. Hwoarang, a bit confused, stopped his action for a second. -Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? You don't need to laugh at me, you know, I...- but he was interrupted by the other man, panting. -Oh, no. No no no no. It's all perfect, Hwoarang, but you, you... you're driving me mad.- The Korean smiled, pleased at himself, and without any further ado took Jin's whole penis in his mouth after spitting on it, sucking and licking and sucking again, and it didn't take long before the other man came profusely into his mouth while calling his name out loud.

Hwoarang stood up, looking at Jin in a daring way, then swallowed his load. -Women are right, you see. This stuff does taste like shit.- They both laughed, then the Korean helped the other man up. His legs were shaking and he was sweating. -Kiss me, Hwoarang.

-Are you sure? I still have that taste in my mouth, if you know what I mean.

Jin smiled and gently pulled his head towards him, starting to kiss him passionately.

-I'm starting to get used to all this, Hwoarang. Don't go AWOL on me, please.

-Hey, I'm the one who took initiative both times, remember? I'm starting to get used to all this, Kazama.

-It's Jin. And maybe you just want a man, now that you've tasted it, and anyone will do, just like it was with your women. I wouldn't be okay with that, I wouldn't... bear it.

-Kaz-... Jin. It's you. I want you. I only tried because of you, I feel hungry for more when I look at you. I don't know how it happened or why, but you, you are the person I want. And I won't go AWOL on no one, you're not the Korean Army, eh? Don't worry, I am right here. For you.

Jin smiled, and it was as if the Sun itself was shining into the room.