Both Jihoon and Hoshi stepped into the luxurious penthouse, the tension of need between them was palpable, like static in the ari. Hoshi guided Jihoon to the plush couch, his hand lingering on Jihoon's shoulder before pulling away. "Want some Whiskey, babe?" Hoshi asked, his voice a low murmur, the hint of a challenge beneath the words.
Jihoon's eyes flickered with amusement as he settled into the couch, leaning back with a smirk. "Absolutely, Love."
Hoshi's lips curled upward as he turned towards the bar counter. Jihoon's eyes roamed over Hoshi's broad shoulders and back, his muscles flexing under his tight shirt as he reached for the whiskey bottle. The fluid moment drew an appreciative whistle from Jihoon, his smirk deepening as he openly admired the sight.
Hoshi glanced over his shoulder with a slow, teasing smirk tugging at his lips. "Like what you see, darling?"
Jihoon raised an eyebrow, crossing one leg over the other. "Always. You should keep showing me more, honey."
Hoshi chuckled, pouring two glasses of whiskey, his gaze darkening with mischief as he turned back to Jihoon. He handed him a glass, their fingers brushing just enough to send a thrill up Jihoon's spine. "To the surprise of the night," Hoshi said, raising his glass.
Jihoon grinned, clinking his glass against Hoshi's. "To whatever you've got planned."
They drank, the burn of the whiskey sharp and warm, but it was the way Hoshi's eyes never left Jihoon's that made the room feel even hotter. The air between them thickened with unspoken want, and after a few more glasses, that restraint snapped.
Jihoon was the first to make a move, leaning in to press his lips to Hoshi's in a kiss full of need. His fingers clumsily worked at the buttons of Hoshi's shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin. Hoshi let out a low groan against Jihoon's mouth, responding just as intensely. One of his hands gripped Jihoon's waist, while the other slid down under his dress, to his thighs, teasing the soft skin.
Jihoon's fingers were just about to tug the shirt off when Hoshi abruptly pulled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he took a step back, leaving Jihoon pouting and whining. "What the hell?" Jihoon complained, trying to close the distance between them again.
Hoshi's smirk only grew, eyes dark and teasing. "Patience, love. I've got something to show you," he said, his voice dropping an octave.
Jihoon whined again, half annoyed, half intrigued, but his fingers were still trying to yank at Hoshi's shirt. "Can't it wait? I'm trying to get you out of this damn shirt!"
But Hoshi wasn't having it. He grabbed Jihoon's hands, holding them firmly as he leaned down, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "Trust me, Darling. You're going to want to see this."
Jihoon, grumbling, reluctantly allowed Hoshi to take control, watching as Hoshi led him toward another room at the end of the hall. Hoshi’s grip was firm, practically dragging him along, the sound of Jihoon’s heels clicking sharply against the ground with every step. Jihoon’s annoyance quickly gave way to curiosity as they moved further down the hall. “Come on, Hoshi, how long are you going to drag this out? Just tell me what’s the—”
His words were cut off when Hoshi opened the door, revealing a dark room lit only by the soft glow of dozens of screens. Jihoon's eyes widened in surprise as he was led into the room, his mind spining. "What the—"
Hoshi tapped a button on the control panel, and suddenly the screens flickered to life. Jihoon’s breath caught in his throat as he saw hundreds of photos appear, each one of him. Some were candid, others from different angles and moments Jihoon didn’t even remember being photographed. His mind raced, processing what he was seeing as he glanced at Hoshi, who was watching him with an unreadable expression.
Suddenly one particular photo flashed across the screens—an image of Jihoon lying on a hospital bed, pale and half-conscious. Jihoon tilted his head, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “That was when I fainted.”
Hoshi’s eyes flickered with recognition, his voice low. “Yes, love. I didn’t know why you were there at first. I was there for an injury... but when I saw you like that, something told me I had to know more.”
Jihoon smirked, his voice a whisper now, intimate and possessive. “So you’ve been watching me, haven’t you?”
Hoshi stepped closer, his gaze locked on Jihoon’s. “More than just watching, love. I’ve been learning everything about you. Your likes, your habits, the way you move, the way you talk.” His hand reached out, cupping Jihoon’s chin. “You’ve been mine long before you knew it.”
Before Jihoon could fully respond, Hoshi scooped him up over his shoulder and instead of protesting, Jihoon let out a playful laugh. His legs swung lightly in the air, his fingers lightly brushed Hoshi's back as he smirked. "You're good at this, honey," he teased, his voice filled with mischief.
“Of course,” Hoshi replied, his tone smug. “You make it too easy.”
Hoshi tossed him onto the bed, the soft mattress bouncing slightly under Jihoon’s weight. Jihoon couldn’t help but giggle, catching his breath as he looked up at Hoshi with bright eyes, relishing the playful energy between them.
Hoshi straightened up, his gaze smoldering as he watched Jihoon try to regain his composure. He walked over to the bedside drawer, pulling it open slowly. Jihoon’s curiosity peaked again as he watched Hoshi pull out a cigarette, lighting it casually before blowing out a trail of smoke.
Jihoon narrowed his eyes, sitting up slightly on the bed. "You’re really going to light up now?" he teased, though his voice was laced with desire.
Hoshi didn’t respond, just leaned forward offering the cigarette to Jihoon with a smirk. Jihoon took it without breaking eye contact, taking a slow drag before exhaling the smoke directly into Hoshi's face. The tension between them crackled like fire, and Hoshi’s eyes darkened even more as he snatched the cigarette back.
Hoshi chuckled darkly and grabbed Jihoon's hand, pulling him off the bed and toward another drawer. Jihoon’s eyes widened as Hoshi opened it to reveal an array of sharp daggers, knives guns. His heart skipped a beat when Hoshi picked up a dagger and handed it to him.
“Look closely, baby,” Hoshi murmured.
Jihoon squinted, his fingers brushing over the blade until he spotted it—his name, "𝓙𝓲𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓷," engraved carefully on the metal. His breath hitched at the possessive gesture, and something primal flared up inside him.
Without a second thought, Jihoon surged forward again, attacking Hoshi with rough kisses, biting down on his lip as he growled against his mouth. "You’re mine, Tiger. No one else gets you like this," Jihoon said possessively, his voice husky as he nipped at Hoshi's jawline.
Hoshi grinned wickedly, pulling Jihoon closer, the air between them thick with desire. "All yours, babe. Every part of me." _______________________________________
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