Twisted Affair

A shower. Yes. A shower would be good. Surely it couldn't wash away his mistakes, but it could wash away the smell of his mistakes. And what foolish mistakes they were too. How could he be so stupid as to not throw away that number the very second he received it? Of course, for the most part he was still too high on adrenaline to really regret his choice, but he knew he should. He knew he did something wrong.

Hwoarang made his way into the house and hurriedly kicked off his boots. As he made his way to the first floor bathroom, he peeled off his shirt, and yanked his belt off his pants. He didn't bother closing the bathroom door completely as he shed his pants and turned on the shower. The place felt tense for some reason, but maybe that was his own guilt getting to him. As the water ran over him, he inspected his body to make sure no marks were left anywhere before he grabbed the soap and attempted to scrub off the feeling of his crime.

"I should use a fucking razor blade and scrape it all off." He cursed wildly before glancing at the door and tossing a dirty cloth at the door. "I'm sorry, but I don't want to wash with someone's sweat. Ha Neul, the least you can do when you finish is replace the fucking cloth with a clean one! Jae-chan, smack that bastard for me, will ya?"

He heard the sound of a chair creaking followed by his friend's approaching footsteps. "He's been outside working out ever since he and Jin fought." The voice was reluctant, and Jae Sun took a deep breath before he chuckled. It sounded quite forced despite the obvious attempt to hide that. "You know, they wouldn't even strip for me. They should learn some manners."

Hwoarang rolled his eyes, not surprised that those two didn't get along. He could almost picture one of those 'This town ain't big enough for the both of us' showdowns. "No kidding. If they have the nerve to argue, then they should at least have the decency to do it nude." Once he located a clean cloth and started vigorously scrubbing down, it occured to him. "Wait... Oh shit, what did they fight about? Jin was here? He didn't take off again, did he?"

"Well..." the short-haired man hesitated a little, before sighing loudly. "You, more or less. Jin said you were old enough to make your own decisions, Ha Neul just tried to make him understand that since Jin doesn't respect you, he can't make you happy." Jae Sun swallowed. "It's -"

"Jesus fucking Christ!" As if it weren't complicated enough. How was he supposed to have any progress with Jin if his obnoxious friend kept interfering and scaring Jin away? "Why couldn't they just ignore each other like before? What the hell is butting heads like a couple of horny bucks going to accomplish?"

Taking another deep breath, Jae Sun spoke with a concerned voice. "I have no idea. Had to keep an eye on them, a few things that was said made me think they would start trying to beat each other up." He paused a bit, before adding, "Oh! By the way, Jin didn't take off. Think he went to sulk in your room or something. Unless he snuck out while I was playing poker, this must be about... two or three hours ago."

He was still there? Hwoarang nearly slipped as he hurried out of the shower, clumsily hopping on one foot to get into his pants and then ran to the stairs. At the back of his mind, he remembered the mess he left, and automatically turned right around to run back and turn off the shower and grab his shirt up off the floor. Suds were still falling off him as he paused to smile at his friend. It was cute that Jae Sun was so concerned about Ha Neul and Jin fighting. "Thanks Jae-chan. Anything else I should know before I go up there?"

"Uh... that if he's waited for hours, he can wait another minute for you to dry yourself off and put that shirt on?" He broke out into an amused chuckle as he looked the redhead over, running a finger teasingly down the muscular chest. "You know, I can see why they're arguing about you. I just wish I were as popular as you are." He gave a reassuring grin before winking playfully as if to say 'good luck', turning around to head back towards the computer.

After a moment of wondering what that was supposed to mean, Hwoarang shrugged and used the shirt to dry off with. It wouldn't matter if he was topless or not if Jin was angry at him. Still, a big part of him was excited to see Jin again. After what he had done with Kazuya, he wanted to do even more with the one he really liked.

He started up the stairs, trying to listen closely for any sign of life. Maybe Jin had fallen asleep. Whatever had happened he hoped the man had cooled off a bit. Anything to avoid having an argument... this was definitely the wrong time to have a fight. He made it to his bedroom door, and quickly swatted at his rebellious hair before moving to open the door. "Jin... I'm home..."

With his bare back towards the door, the Japanese moved out of what looked like an exercise stance and turned to watch him. The man raised an eyebrow at him as he moved to pick up his plain t-shirt from the dresser. "Hello, Hwoarang... did you win?"

"Did I...? Oh! Yeah..." He moved into the room, awkwardly making his way toward the dresser. Was Jin still angry? Or was he suspicious or both? Maybe neither? It was so hard to tell with that man. "... I heard you and Ha Neul got into a bit of a disagreement. I'm really sorry about that. He's a bit pig-headed and hard to tolerate sometimes but he means well."

"Means well? Could have fooled me..." Jin sighed before sliding into the garment. "But ok, maybe he's right. I don't know. If he is, I really shouldn't be here, though." He frowned before turning around, gazing idly in the direction of the window as he headed towards the chair.

Oh no. Ha Neul must have been on that same tangent again. Hwoarang shook his head, feeling somewhat panicked as he made his way toward Jin. "I don't know what he said to you, but it's none of his business anyway. But regardless of what you were fighting about, if it involves me, don't you think it's a little fucking condescending if I don't even get a say in it? You can't just decide on your own that you shouldn't be here." He paused. Maybe it was a bad idea to scold Jin at a time like that. With a weary glance at the door, he slid his arms loosely around Jin's waist from behind and rested his head on the man's shoulder. "Besides, I've seen some Tekken Force dudes running around town, and I've got a hunch you're not much safer in that tent than you would be at a hotel."

Turning around gently so that the Korean's head could remain where it was without disturbing the arms around him more than completely necessary, Jin brought a hand through the wet red hair. "It's not me who decided I shouldn't be here. Then again, if you're just worried about my safety, let it go. They won't kill me, I know it." As he wrapped his other arm around Hwoarang's back, he sighed softly. "Your friend wouldn't listen to me either, and yeah, I find it fucking condescending that he thinks we don't get a say in what involves us. So if you want, we could talk about it, rather than just leave us both ticked off at his opinions."

"Actually I'm just using your safety as an excuse." He closed his eyes as he inhaled his rival's scent. He knew better than to mention that Kazuya's involvement worried him, because he wasn't supposed to know that Kazuya was in town. "I know you could take them, but I really just don't want you to go. If I said I wanted you to stay 'just because' from the beginning, I don't think you'd be here right now."

The hand on his back gently brushed over his skin, making him shiver slightly. "Perhaps not from the very beginning. We have gotten far past that point now, though. My safety has nothing at all to do with why I am here tonight." Jin turned his head, kissing the Korean gently by the ear. "How I understand it, your friend thinks me being here with you makes you unhappy. Does it? I don't want to make you unhappy, Hwoarang."

It was decided. Ha Neul was going to bleed for that. He raised his head to look Jin in the eyes as he spoke. "Ha Neul has a different idea of happiness than I do. It's not you I'm unhappy with. What I wanna know, Jin, is if you're happy."

The Japanese seemed to consider that for a while, before pulling him closer. "Not quite. I'll be happy when you are happy and I find what I seek. Nothing else matters, but it seems both counts leaves a bit to be desired at this point." The frown on Jin's face spoke of disappointment with something, but with their bodies held so tightly together, it was an easy assumption to make that it wasn't about him.

"Well, there's no use fretting over anything right now." Hwoarang flashed a bright smile and teasingly flicked his tongue over Jin's lips. Anything to get that man's mind off of whatever was troubling him, because he never wanted to hear Jin say anything about going away again. With a subtle grind of his hips, he whispered breathily into Jin's ear. "I'm too fucking horny for that, Master Jin."

Amusingly, the Japanese let out a lustful pant of surprise at that, before chuckling lightly. It was nice getting signs of success that easily. With a sudden motion, the Korean's head was roughly grabbed, and an intense, short kiss followed. A content smile spread across the black-haired man's face. "Do you want to be my bitch tonight, Hwoarang? I brought the sash and the gloves..."

With a bit of light laughter, the Korean brought his lips down to Jin's neck in a flurry of hungry kisses. It was too good, and finally there was something he could do to get his mind off the betrayal that he had committed. He paused only to speak quickly, "You know I do. The suit is in the closet."

The raven-haired man's mood was rising by the second. He slipped a hand into the red strands again, then bent his neck to nibble Hwoarang's earlobe. When he was done with that, he lifted his head a bit again to whisper into his companion's ear. "Oh, you're going to dress me up, are you... can I pick something nice to take off you too?" He chuckled slightly at the idea and slid the hand on the redhead's back firmly down onto the backside.

"Be my guest." Hwoarang grinned and stole a playful kiss before pulling out of the embrace and moving toward the closet. If Ha Neul didn't think he was happy with Jin there, he was dumber than he looked. There was no way he'd be satisfied if he had to be with someone who wasn't Jin. "Do you have the lube with you or should I go get some?"

"I've got it, it's in my jacket together with the other things I brought." He moved over to join his companion by the clothes. Standing next to Hwoarang, he slid an arm around the Korean waist while running his other finger over the garments. "Hmmm... what goes with leather? Leather, perhaps?" He chuckled, his finger resting on a pair of black leather pants.

The Japanese kept exploring the clothes for a while until finding a bright blue top with something written on it. "That one's nice," he mumbled againt Hwoarang's neck, before looking a bit further down, failing to hold on to an excited gasp. A second later, he was tugging at an old white gi with a black outline. Jin grinned broadly while bringing his free hand to the redhead's chin. "This is what you wore the first time we met in Japan, isn't it? At the third tournament? Man..." He kissed his companion's cheek, before looking him in the eyes. "Please?"

He was amazed. Jin actually remembered what he had been wearing? Hwoarang studied his rival for a moment before nodding slowly and pulling the chosen one out of the closet. He hadn't worn it in about two years and was sure it'd be a bit tight on him but it hardly mattered. Another thing got his attention. Did Jin actually say 'please'? How could he possibly say no to that? "If you keep doing that, I'll get too turned on and it really won't fit."

Taking the leather outfit from the shelf, Jin leant in towards the Korean's neck, sucking gently at it for a moment. His lips traced the jawline on their way to his ear. "You've got the rest of it too?" Not waiting for an answer to his question, he moved over towards the table, leaving the garments he was carrying on it and starting to remove his shirt.

"Yeah..." It was difficult to take his eyes off that godly body, but somehow he eventually managed to. Crouching down, he reached in to pull a box out of the bottom of the closet and opened it. He then shrugged into the gi top and then pulled a headband out of the box. Feeling that material made him think of the third tournament. Back then he'd have had no clue that he'd ever be with Jin like that. In fact, back then he had yet to work out his feelings. Hwoarang's denial of his own feelings combined with his anger of being treated as unimportant had made him want to destroy Jin.

After putting on the headband, he stood up and shed his jeans so he could quickly step into the crisp white gi pants. He finished it off with the instep guards and his blue gloves before turning to smile at the Japanese.

The black-haired man was already wearing his leather pants, being in the process of putting on the jacket. He blinked lustfully as he slid the gloves onto his hands and tugged at the zipper. Making his way over, he smirked at the redhead's cleavage, which was even larger than it used to be thanks to the larger body. With his fingertips tracing the warm, inviting skin, he moved in close, tongue flickering Hwoarang's ear before speaking. "Looks good. I think I'm getting a bit aroused already..."

He shivered at the touch and let his eyes drift down over Jin's body. It wasn't much of a surprise since he already knew the man would look so damn good in that, but still it lit up a fresh fire in him every time he saw it. No one else had the ability to make him feel that way, and there was no way he'd let it go. "Me too... You're looking good enough to eat, Kazama."

Leaving an arm on Hwoarang's torso, Jin walked around him, resting his chest against the Korean's back. He nuzzled the neck playfully and grinded his groin against the other man momentarily. "It would be fun to show you off like this to your friends, but I don't think I can wait that long..." His slow breath lifted the red hair as his free arm slid down one of Hwoarang's, fingers intertwining determinedly as black and red leather covered blue vinyl. "You don't seem unhappy, and I like it that way. Think you can handle my fetishes tonight as well? If I'm too much for you, maybe we can be creative..."

That bastard was such a tease. Hwoarang was tempted to turn around, but for fear of breaking the spell, he remained still. He could feel his rival breathing and nearly melted from the inside from the sound of that arrogant voice. Everything was as it should be - almost everything - and he wanted it to stay like that. No. That wasn't true. He wanted more. "I can handle you, Master Jin. It'd be my pleasure."

The unfamiliar part of the smell he had sensed when he entered the place was returning. Fingers danced intently up his chest until Jin's mouth rested against his cheek. "In that case," the Korean could feel the lips quirking to a grin against his skin, "I want you to kneel before me." His hand was released as both the black-haired man's arms moved down to rest lightly on his hips.

There was exactly two persons in the world the redhead would do that for, and Jin was one of them. Thinking back to what he had told Kazuya, Hwoarang hesitated, but he obeyed soon enough. He moved down onto his knees and almost automatically bowed his head. Having been in that position many times for scoldings and after he had just done something wrong, it seemed like the right thing to do. "Like this, 'sensei'?"

A hand was brought down under his chin to lift his head, the other resting on his shoulder. When eye-contact had been achieved, Jin slid his hands under the white gi top, gently massaging the redhead's shoulders. With a lustful blink, he articulated his words carefully in a barely audible whisper. "I want to see your handsome face when you beg." He smirked lightly, wetting his lips with his tongue.

"Beg?" Hwoarang's lip curled in a faint smirk. The anticipation was starting to get to him, but he couldn't help but find a little bit of humour in the situation. Kneeling in front of Jin in the gi he wore to the third tournament was just surreal, not that he was complaining. He started in a playfully pleading whisper, "I'll do whatever you want me to do. Please, Master, don't keep me waiting any longer. I can't stand it."

With a deep, shaky sigh, Jin withdrew his hands. "Damnit, Hwoarang. You're so extremely hot like that, I think you'll drive me insane." A vague chuckle left his mouth as he reached down towards his pants. Meanwhile, his eyes wandered over the Korean's body before settling back to let their gazes meet. "You remember how this works from yesterday..."

It was just too much fun to not do. Hwoarang's smirk quickly turned to a daring grin as he contemplated his next move. "That depends... Do you want me to beg for your cock again?" He leaned forward to slowly run his tongue over the leather covering his rival's groin. He closed his eyes and moaned as if savouring the fantasy of the taste as he whispered, "Mmm, I'm so hungry for it..."

Jin let out a little amused laugh at that, before his hand stroked the Korean's cheek on its way to the fly. While opening it, he brought the other into the red hair. "When your lips are wrapped over your teeth, it's all yours..." A sound of anticipation filled the air as he shifted his legs a bit further apart.

Hwoarang brought a hand up to take a hold of his rival's length. For a brief moment, the guilt came back, plaguing his thoughts until he forced himself to think only of the task before him. Jin was his for the time being and he didn't want to ruin that by worrying about what he had done with another man. Without further hesitation, he ran his tongue up the underside of the shaft and then covered the tip with his mouth while he used his hands to pump slowly.

Patience obviously wasn't the Japanese's strong suit at the moment. He pushed forward tentatively, trying to get further into Hwoarang's mouth. Hissing avidly, he let the fingers in the Korean's hair spread as he nudged the head closer, his other hand sliding down to the neck. A subtle rhythm made Jin's leather pants give off characteristic sounds of friction.

There was nothing he could do but go with it. Taking the hint, Hwoarang voluntarily took more into his mouth - as much as he could without gagging. He was careful to keep his teeth covered but his attention kept wandering up to the Japanese man's face. His fingers left their post and drifted up to explore the lower half of Jin's leather-covered torso. No one could possibly compare to his rival, and recognising that just made him feel all the more worse.

The Korean could hear his companion's breath starting to tremble slightly, before Jin closed his mouth to swallow. The Japanese let out a pant as their movements gradually grew in intensity. As two fingertips made their way up from the neck and under the white headband, the dark brown eyes looking down at Hwoarang drifted closed.

He enjoyed the view while it lasted. It was definitely a sight worth imprinting in his memory. His tongue curved around the bottom of the mass in his mouth as his hand dropped down to his own pants. The more turned on he got, the more uncomfortable his gi was.

The more he stimulated the Japanese, the deeper and more frequent the manhood was rammed in. After a rising series of thrusts, he could feel a tasty droplet left behind as Jin pulled himself out of his mouth. A content sigh left the lips above him before the black-haired man retracted his hands. "Stand up, bitch, so that your Master can give you your evaluation."

After licking his lips and tugging at the uncomfortable tightness in his pants, he got up to his feet, unsure of what exactly was going through Jin's mind. Why couldn't he be a mind-reader? That would make life so much easier. He moved closer to his rival, absently stroking the raven hair. "My evaluation?" He grinned and nuzzled Jin's neck. "Alright, lay it on me, Master."

"Pay proper attention, I might say this only once." He felt a hand return to the back of his head, and less than a second later, his mouth was seized hungrily. He heard a sound, but was way too distracted by his tongue being pushed around to bother figuring out what it was.

When he thought the kiss was about to end, the Japanese simply changed angle, flickering over the roof of his mouth. At the same moment, a coated finger pushed through his entrance. Hwoarang gasped into Jin's mouth at the sheer thrill of being surprised with something like that, and before long, the finger slid inwards as the devouring of his mouth finally ended.

In order to stabilize himself after the dizzying kiss and the welcomed intrusion, Hwoarang put an arm over Jin's shoulder. "Oh god! You're driving me crazy. I hope you realise that." He chuckled and licked his lips again, almost missing the kiss already. "You're so fucking sexy, I can't stand it, but man... the years of waiting were so worth it."

The black-haired man gave him a confident smirk, sliding his finger back and forth inside Hwoarang as he brought his other hand down to the Korean's groin. With a few touches, the redhead's manhood was all too achingly hard. Eventually, Jin pulled his finger out and rested both his hands on the Korean's chest, under the gi top. Starting to push him backwards towards the bed, the Japanese smiled slyly. "Shall I take you from behind again, or do you fancy being on your back with your feet straight up in the air while I own your ass?"

"Well, given the choice, I'd prefer to be on my back. That way I can watch you." He let himself fall backwards onto the bed and winked at the man. He had come to accept his position with Jin, and so long as he had the man's full attention, he was perfectly happy even if it required him doing some less-than-dignifying things. "Besides, I'm very flexible."

Chuckling a bit as he moved on top of his companion, Jin pulled the sash out of the pocket of his jacket. He playfully traced the Korean's jawline, before sliding a hand down each of the arms below him. "Watching and kissing... but your pleasure spot is not quite as accessible." He chuckled louder before adding, "luckily I'm so hot you're going to be shooting all over yourself anyway." His fingers played over the edges of the blue gloves as he pulled Hwoarang's hands towards the black bed post, wrapping the wrists together and tying them to it with a double knot.

He tilted his head upwards to look at his restrained wrists. What was it that Jin liked about tying his lovers up? Was it just so they couldn't move or did he have a thing for seeing people bound and vulnerable? His curious gaze returned to Jin and as he smirked playfully, he spread his legs. "You're right. You are that hot, you fucking narcissist."

With a shift of his body so that he was straddling Hwoarang by the hips, Jin leant down and started sucking at the Korean's neck. Sliding his hands into the red strands, his tongue took a detour by the Adam's apple before running up the chin. A quick kiss followed, and the Japanese was soon treating him to a friendly smile, their mouths inches apart. "This must've been one of my best ideas in days. We should dress you up for sex more often."

"Why's that?" He gazed lustully at Jin and tried to move his hands only to be reminded of the binds. Instead, he lifted his head slightly to steal another kiss from his rival. All the caresses and the weight of the man's body contributed to his strong desire. Maybe it was best that he was restrained, for he was sure if he was free, he'd be all over that man. "Do you think I'm hot when I'm all dressed up for you, Master, or is it just the fact that you came up with it that turns you on?"

The raven-haired man emitted a rolling laughter at that, shaking his head with an amused smile still plastered on his face. "Hot doesn't even begin to cut it." He lifted himself up, arching his back and neck to lick Hwoarang all the way from his stomach to the throat. When he got there, he playfully ran his teeth over it with rapid flickers of his tongue between them. "Having you submit to me wearing something like this has got to be the biggest turn on in my life."

Chills ran up his spine from the treatment. Hwoarang groaned in anticipation and nearly swooned at the words. It was way too easy to think those words meant it was him that Jin liked, and for the time being, he allowed himself to believe it. He was pretty sure he'd believe anything that came out of the Japanese mouth in that moment and he really didn't care if he'd doubt it later. "Well you better enjoy it for everyone, because I won't be submitting to anyone else any time soon." He inhaled through his teeth and pouted. "Enough chit chat... I need more now. Please...?"

Jin let his tongue lap intently at one of the redhead's nipples for a bit before gazing lazily up at his rival's face. "More? Ok, I suppose we'd better get your legs up." He put his arms down by the Korean's armpits and proceeded to lower himself over Hwoarang's body. Putting his own legs between the spread ones on the bed, he rested his weight there, and reached back to grab the ankle guards. Pushing forward until the feet were pointing towards the roof, he smirked at his companion. "Let's see if you're flexible enough to hold this position then," he said as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the opened bottle of lubricant.

Too cruel. He frowned and watched his legs, wondering how long he could keep them there. It would be more comfortable to pull them back all the way against his own chest, or at least one of them, but he was really failing to give a damn about what happened to his legs. "You know, this would have made the third tournament one hell of a lot more fun."

Smiling, the Japanese pulled at Hwoarang's gi pants, just barely enough to expose his erection and his backside. "No kidding. Although it would make just about anything a lot more fun." He leant forward over the Korean again, and when his weight was distributed between his legs and his torso onto the redhead's, he started coating two of his fingers in front of Hwoarang's face. "Come on, bitch, talk dirty for me."

Hwoarang thought for a moment, sure he could taunt and tease, and even beg. But when it came to dirty talk, considering he was a virgin until a couple days ago, he had no idea how that really worked. Wasn't the begging dirty talk? He knew if he refused, it would kill the mood, so he decided to have fun with it. In an over-dramatic voice, he started, "Oh, Master! You're so fucking big and hard, I can't wait to feel your humungous cock nailing me! I want it hard and deep and... harder?" He stifled a snicker at his own lame attempt.

Apparently making an attempt to hold it in, Jin took about one and a half second before he started chuckling. With an exaggerated lick of the Korean's cheek, he put his lubricated fingers down to rest against the redhead's entrance. His face hovering over his rival's, their eyes met before he started pushing the fingers gently inwards.

It was finally getting started, and he couldn't possibly hold in the resulting moan. Hwoarang curled his fingers around the material binding him as he glanced down to try and watch what was happening. It scared him a little that maybe Jin would be able to tell that something happened after penetration, but currently he was far too swept up in the sensations to fret too much about it.

Scissoring determinedly, the raven-haired man brought his cheek down to rest against the Korean's, whispering sincerely. "You know what I like most about this apart from the submission, Hwoarang? It's the fact that you're only mine. I've always been a fan of not having to share, and now that we have an understanding..."

If it wasn't for the poker face he had developed from playing so many games with Jae-chan, the Korean was sure he would have looked like a deer in the headlights. The guilt at that moment nearly crushed him and there was nothing he could do about it but deal with it. So long as Jin never found out - and he'd make sure that it wouldn't happen - there was no reason to worry. "Oh yes, we have an understanding. Now fuck me, Romeo."

Jin cupped his free hand around the redhead's cheek, gazing resolutely into his eyes. He smiled slightly, then let two fingers trace the Korean body all the way down to the gi pants, and when he got there, he pulled his other fingers out and proceeded to idly oil up his length. With the raven-haired man sitting back a bit, Hwoarang wondered if the guy was showing off his rather large manhood, but eventually caught the Japanese eyes hungrily taking in his body over and over. Perhaps like a predator and his prey? It was frustrating to just watch, but before he could think of what to say, Jin leant forward again, starting to untie the sash. "That looks too uncomfortable to last much longer, but I suppose you'll manage just fine with a bit of help from your arms?"

"You're too kind." Hwoarang stretched his arms once free and leaned forward to quickly snatch one more kiss before taking a hold of his own legs. Anything to get his mind of the guilt-trip was more than welcome, and even that guilt seemed to contribute somewhat to his libido.

Positioning his manhood at the redhead's entrance, the Japanese gave him a look that seemed to carry a fair bit of emotion; if the Korean didn't know who he was dealing with, 'loving' would be a word that'd come quickly to mind. That couldn't be; he was dealing with a man half devil. It still seemed a good sign, though. Two fingers ran playfully over his chest before the black-haired man's tongue joined in, and slightly masked by these actions, Jin started pushing his erection into Hwoarang.

The immediate reaction was a drawn-out groan and his mind was wiped clean of all negative thoughts. Screw guilt. Screw his rival's hot father, at that point in time it was all about Jin Kazama. He bent his legs slightly, resting them on Jin's shoulder and his head fell back as his body automatically tensed. He hadn't thought it would hurt anymore but there was still that underlying pain that he blamed on his rival's size. "Ohhh fuck!"

With his mouth opened slightly and his eyelids quivering, the Japanese moved his hands to rest on the redhead's chest, forcing himself further through the passage slowly, but firmly. Once he got to the inner ring, he retracted quickly, starting to lean down a little when he slid his manhood deeper again. A little smirk crept upon his face as he spoke in a deep voice, lustful undertones straining his breath. "I think I could get used to this, Hwoarang. So hot, so tight, so mine..."

Hwoarang panted and tried to force his body to relax. Watching that look on Jin's face was purely intoxicating, and he was very glad he decided to do this on his back. His hand absently drifted down to stroke his own neglected erection, taking advantage of the lack of binding. "Nnh... Yeah, I'm yours. Keep it coming, my leather daddy!"

Said leather soon rested against his body, as Jin leant forward to claim his mouth in another kiss, fingers spreading through his red mane. While the Japanese tongue caressed his, he felt the movements inside him turn more powerful, and he was soon taking the manhood all the way inside him. Wasting no time, Jin had already established his rough rhythm by the time their lips disconnected, warm air washing over their faces as they panted heavily at each other.

It was too much and not enough. Hwoarang put a hand on Jin's shoulder beside his extended leg, wanting to use something as leverage so he could move too. It still it was difficult to move and the attempts usually just ended up as clenching his lower body. But it was just getting too good to really concentrate on what he was trying to do and instead he focused on watching the face above him. The intensity and the pleasure were absolutely mind-blowing and he feared he wouldn't last much longer.

He felt fingers cover the blue glove enclosing his erection, soon demonstrating their intent by nudging it away and taking a firm grip around the shaft. Jin pounded into him with precision and determination, twisting slightly to get the movement to brush harder against the special place within him. The hand gradually settled into the rhythm, amplifying the sensations to unimaginable heights, and the world started to blur away. Someone could probably set off fireworks on the pavement without him noticing.

Before he knew it, his body convulsed and tightened as his climax swept over him. He groaned loudly and put his hands down to fist the blankets beneath him. He released suddenly and felt his seed fall down over his chest, and a bit of wetness on his throat. His chest heaved in quick pants and he gazed up at the man. "Holy shit..."

While grinning at the sight, Jin increased his force. With each movement, he pulled out far enough that only the head remained inside, and he proceeded to ram himself in with an almost demonstrative intensity. Hwoarang felt the manhood within him move faster and faster, seeing the Japanese squint his eyes and droplets of sweat appearing on his seme's forehead. Eventually, he felt the load of his rival spill against his inner walls, the panting breath above him speaking of exhaustion and full satisfaction. With his erection still inside, Jin smiled down at the Korean, planting a lazy kiss on his cheek.

There was no way to deny that he was very happy with what was happening with Jin. If that wasn't progress he didn't know what was. He smiled lazily and wrapped his arms around Jin's neck to claim the man's lips in a brief kiss. There was no way he'd let it end with just a peck on the cheek. "Oh man, I'm so fucking worn out..."

Smiling contently at that, Jin moved out of his grasp and pulled himself out. Sitting up for a moment, he soon pushed to his feet, walking the two steps needed to pick up the shirt Hwoarang had dried himself off with earlier. A quick cleaning of his erection later, he tossed it over next to Hwoarang as he sat back down on the bed. "You're not too worn out for a bit of food, are you? I haven't eaten since noon."

"Food?" After frowning at his shirt for a moment he shrugged and wiped himself off with it. "It seems I have to toss a couple things in with the laundry anyway, so I could make some noodles or something quick like that."

Jin rolled his shoulders as he moved closer to the Korean, wrapping an arm around him. "Doesn't matter what it is. Noodles sound great." He pulled their bodies closer, running his free hand's fingers over the top of the headband, his eyes following the movement. "Who would've thought..."

He couldn't fight the grin pulling at his mouth. It was almost enough to get him thinking that maybe Ha Neul really was wrong. Jin was a hard case, but the man wasn't 100% Mishima, so there was hope. "Who would have thought what? If you're talking about us fucking, I got news for you. I've been thinking about that for a long time now."

"You have, haven't you..." Bringing a gloved hand to the zipper of his leather jacket, the Japanese started opening it. It was an amazing sight - if anything was hotter than Jin wearing a leather outfit, that would have to be Jin taking a leather outfit off. "Since when?" The black-haired man treated him to a curious smirk, the arm around him pulling them even more tightly together.

His eyes drifted down Jin's body as he considered whether or not to answer honestly. The last thing he wanted was to be put down in the same league as all those little obsessive girls that tended to throw themselves at Jin at the tournaments. He could remember the exact moment that he realised he didn't just hate the man, but maybe that wasn't the best thing to tell. Unfortunately he was far too bewitched and intoxicated from his climax to lie completely.

Hwoarang slid his fingers through his rival's hair while he attempted to think of a vague way of putting it. "Well... A little while after the third tournament I guess..."

Leather rested against his cheek as the Japanese cupped his hand around it before leaning closer. "You've been waiting for me for quite a while, then." He parted the redhead's lips with his tongue, and a firm kiss followed. When their mouths parted, he moved over to the clothes he had worn earlier and started changing back into them.

It took him a lot of energy to resist offering to throw those clothes in the laundry as well. He stood up straight and turned around to inspect the bed. That would definitely need some cleaning. "To be fair, I denied it for a long time. No one wants to be in the same category as that panda girl, whatever her name was."

"Ling Xiaoyu..." Jin scratched his chin for a moment. "It must be three years since the last time I fucked her. Believe me when I say that she's got nothing on you." The blatant way it was said successfully inspired a great deal of jealousy, but his rival added intently with a friendly smile: "But now that you're mine, everyone else is out of the picture."

He was about to ask how many there were, but decided he just didn't want to know. With a slight pout being his only hint that he was jealous, Hwoarang gathered up everything he wanted to put in the washing machine and then paused to look at Jin. Despite it all, that still succeeded in making him happy. Any praise from that man was very welcome. "I'm honoured you enjoy my ass so much..." He smiled suddenly and winked. "I guess I can forgive that panda girl thing after that."

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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here: http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260

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Fanatic4Fanfiction: Good to hear from one of our readers! Glad you like the inner self part, it's an important part of the story :)