Like Twins

They treated it like a game. The Blood Talon introduced the idea of the point system while they were getting ready. 100 points was the destination score, and the getup and the toys earned an easy 60. Hwoarang found the concept interesting; he was always a fan of games, so he had been more than happy to get into it deeper.

The suggestions about how to earn that final 40 points, however, was another issue. Points for reacting to Jin's actions with lust and satisfaction? What, did the guy expect Hwoarang to moan and gyrate every time the Japanese moved? That was not going to happen. Ever. After beating around the bush some more, claiming the other ideas wouldn't be much better, the 'Dirty Talk' subject was put on the table. Now that had pissed Hwoarang off. That wasn't just 'not much better' than the last one, it was downright worse! And yet, he couldn't help but laugh when he tried to picture the idea in action. Nope, not gonna happen. None of the suggestions however were as bad as BT mentioning the tactic of being obvious about what he wanted!

Eventually they got their plan together. BT went off and invited Jin to dinner. After much deliberation, they had decided it would be just four of them. The two newly formed allies, Jin, and Hiro. Might have been easier to keep self control if there was more, but at least the smaller group provided a much more personal setting. It hardly mattered to Hwoarang where it happened; he wanted to get this show on the road.

Never before had he been so nervous about going to a restaurant. Dressed up in his chosen garb; bondage pants, belt, gloves, steel-toed boots, and the new harness hidden under a studded leather jacket he borrowed from Blood Talon, Hwoarang made his way inside. It was a little weird having his pants weighed down by the cuffs in his pocket and the riding crop on his belt, but nothing he couldn't get used to as long as they stayed on. Somehow, he managed to walk confidently to the seating area.

He was a few minutes late so he figured they'd already have a table. Good thing BT was late too or that might have looked bad. Wait. He didn't care! Rolling his eyes at his pointless anxieties, he spotted the table and made his way over. That sneaky little saint, the Blood Talon, snatched up a seat real quick, leaving the only place left next to Jin. Hwoarang grinned and sat down.

"Oh I'm sorry," he apologised without conviction. "Am I late?"

Jin turned to watch him, smirking as his eyes took in the body. "A couple of minutes," he said in an almost seductive voice, "but we haven't ordered yet." With a last glance at Hwoarang's glove-covered hands, he turned his attention back to the menu.

"Sixty-two." The words came in an almost unaudible whisper, and it was easy to be confident he was the only one who had heard it. Apparently, the Blood Talon intended to keep track.

Maybe it was wearing all those chains and leather and vinyl creating some sort of chemical imbalance, but he was feeling almost giddy with excitement. There were so many ways that night could turn out, but he knew he shouldn't get his hopes up. It could easily fuck up. He picked up his own menu and opened it up, skipping through to the dessert section. "Kickass! Kaki gori!" He dropped the menu back on the table. "Well, I'm decided."

The two Japanese seemed mildly annoyed, but not too bad. Blood Talon was apparently too busy searching through the menu to care. Hiro appeared to be trying hard to not say anything, but the battle with himself was lost when he cleared his throat and looked directly at Hwoarang. "I realise I probably really don't want to know the answer to this, but why would you bring a riding crop to dinner?"

Hwoarang gave a slow smirk and as his gaze drifted over to Jin, he answered in a suggestive mutter, "It ain't all I brought..." He paused before adding quickly to Hiro, "What? Didn't your mother teach you it's proper table manners to bring your BDSM equipment?"

Shaking his head, Hiro returned his attention to the menu. Jin, however, flashed an amused smirk without looking up. "Sixty-five." came the silent whisper, and soon after, a waiter turned up at the table. "Have you decided?"

A minute or two later, they had all ordered their meals. Jin had decided on a rice dish with chicken and vegetables, BT ordered a spicy lamb pot, while Hiro chose a vegetarian plate. Hwoarang, sticking firmly with his frozen dessert, kaki gori, requested it with a side of tempura shrimp. Couldn't get a much better supper than that!

As soon as the waiter walked away again, Hwoarang leaned on the table and looked over his three companions. Well, might as well say something before the silence got too boring. He moved his chair closer to Jin, and put one hand on the back of the man's seat. "I haven't seen you since breakfast." He smiled playfully. "Did you get lucky?"

Jin shrugged. "Not yet... maybe you intended to do something about that, though?"

It was hard not to just call the man an arrogant prick and move back away but when he heard the whispered "sixty-six," he couldn't help but feel a little more encouraged. Okay, maybe he could tolerate that just once. Wouldn't hurt to play along, would it?

He made a show of considering it and took his time to lean in closer. He inhaled deeply, taking in the man's scent. Whispering directly into Jin's ear, he responded with an uncommitted, "maybe."

Letting out a pant that could only be considered lustful, Jin moved a hand onto his vinyl-covered thigh, brushing firmly over it as he leant in as well, flickering his tongue lightly over Hwoarang's jawline. "I like your thinking..."

Now that was starting to get to him. Hwoarang reached over to grab his glass of water without moving from his position with Jin. After taking a couple gulps, he put it back down and let his eyes roam freely down Jin's body. "Damn," He muttered through his teeth, "you smell too good."

The man grinned, then leant down to suck at Hwoarang's neck. The Japanese's hand drifted from his thigh down to the top of his backside, stroking it as far down as he could reach. "Sure I do, but it's nothing compared to how I can make you feel later..."

He heard the Blood Talon stretch, and the lips almost touched his ear when the breathless whisper spelled out, "nine-ty-five."

Hwoarang glanced at the others, but Hiro was too busy staring at someone else to notice what was going on at their own table. The Korean slipped his hand into a front pocket of Jin's black pants and distributed a small key. "I can't wait," He said with a wink, and then turned to face the table again.

Quirking a curious brow, Jin took his free hand - the one which wasn't busy with Hwoarang's backside - down to run slowly over the pocket from the outside, then chuckled lightly. "What's that?" He whispered in a conspiratory tone, but probably loudly enough that the others could have heard.

"What? Oh that? I thought I'd buy you something shiny. Don't you like it?" Hwoarang flashed a secretive smile and brought his water up to his mouth. He spent a second trying to figure out what Hiro was watching, but quickly gave up and looked at BT.

The other Korean seemed pleased with him, giving him a fraternal wink and seeming a lot more relaxed than a mere minute ago. "Sure..." He heard Jin say in an amused voice behind him, "even though I can't help being curious what it's for..."

"Decoration. Keys are all the rage nowadays." He took another gulp of his water, scowling up at the clock. Stupid of him not to account for the possibility of the leather jacket being too hot. He was already starting to sweat. For some relief, he pulled the zipper down a little.

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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