Meeting under a rainy sky

The gentle moan rose in the air very softly, but both of the men noticed it for what it was. Hwoarang blushed a faint tone of pink as he realized it was coming from him. He was surely feeling womanly, but the whole situation, the warmth of that other body in front of him, the cold of the window agaisnt it back... it was all so overwhelming. He never thought things would go like that when he first came to Australia, but it was too late to go back now. Nimbly, his fingers ran of their own accord down Jin's chest. His skin was warm, even though his shirt was deadly cold, it gave a odd sensation to the sensitive fingertips. The young korean felt like hesitating as the lips were getting more insistent on his mouth, neck, collarbone... but it was too late to go back now. He had hoped this to come for quite a time, now, and it was too late to consider over again his motivation.

"...Jin..." he whispered gently, his voice breaking the silence in a sweet manner, but not half as sweet as his moan had done. "You do realize that next time we meet......." He did not mean to trail off, but a finger pressed against his lips dominantly.

"Don't think about that now, please." Always so polite, Jin did not want to say he, too, was worried about their next meeting. It was not the mest time to break the mood, it was too dense and too perfect to be broken by such consideration. He leaned forward to plant another soft kiss where his finger had been barely a few seconds before. He let his tongue run over the lower lip of his rival, feeling warmth and hesitation. He waited for permission, for Hwoarang to part his lips lightly, before deepening the kiss softly. The boys' senses were all alert at once, this was pretty much like before a fight. They gave in to instinct rather than reason, they let a shared passion eat them very slowly.

He moved for a moment, letting the young korean help him pull his shirt off, over his head, and dimly watched as he threw it in a dark corner of the room. Things seemed to flow very well between them, and it was not the time to break such fluidity with thoughts that were remained unspoken. Hwoarang moved forward very lightly to remove his own shirt, discarding it to the same spot where Jin's was now lying. Impishly, he placed a hand on the center of the japanese's chest and pushed him backwards ever so softly. It barely was a sign, but Jin was quite rapid to catch it and he let himself be pushed back toward the large bed. His smile was soft, he was enjoying himself very much, so much he barely remembered how he got there or why he was there in the first place. Strong bond indeed. Now it was Hwoarang leading, and he could not help but smile faintly as his prey hit the edge of the mattress and fell back, lying down and looking up at him. Oh, he did look so innocent, or he would have if it would not have been for the look in his brown eyes, like there was some hungry flame stirring down there.

"Jin..." whispered the korean as he leaned his head down. His red hair tickling Jin's neck very lightly. He dropped a hand to each side of the man, just like a predator would have. And he looked deep into the brown eyes facing him before continuing. It seemed he did not mind the heat that was emanating from Jin. "Be honest... have you ever done this with a man?" He knew the answer already, but he wanted to hear it. And it would please him just so much.

"I well... erh..." Jin stumbled over the words at first. Of course he had not, but it was not because he did not feel like it. Social pressure was like that, it was something that could make him become something else. He looked away for a second, taking a deep breath it. He did not know how to explain his behaviour even if all this was so new to him. "No, but..."

A soft laughter escaped the other man, the predator, he leaned down some more to plant gentle kisses on the base of Jin's neck. There was such slowness and sensuality in the movements, it made both of them shiver. "You've wanted it more than once, right? I will let you discover at your own speed, fi that's what you want." He was not the type to bite or scratch, even if the boy looked delicious, he would take the time needed, after all, maybe such night would not happen again. He gently pushed his warm tongue agaisnt Jin's flesh, tracing his collarbone languidly, enjoying the shivers he provojed on his rival. Knowing all too well that if he was taking the lead, things would be over too quickly, quicker than he hoped they would anyways.

"Why..." Jin gasped at the touch of the tongue, it was gentle yet unknown. His senses on alert, he shivered of pleasure at the delicate touch. "...why would you do that? I would see you to be the expert kind of person..." He made it sound so wrong and he knew it, he made it sound as if Hwoarang was some form of whore and that is not what he really meant to say. It was too late to rectify that slight mistake.

"Just take what's given to you already..." No anger showing, his tone was chiding yet playful. Once more, Hwoarang brought his lips to Jin's to kiss him then he forced him to shift position. He rolled to be lying on his side and carefully, he pulled Jin with him. Soon the japanese found himself almost ontop of the other man, who was silently staring at him, as if waiting for something. Jin did not move, he did not know how to deal with it right now, at first he had thought of taking the lead would be like with Xiao, but this was something else... something really different. He could only look in his arch-rival's eyes, unable to move or touch him correctly. "Don't be afraid. I don't bite and I'm not gonna eat you. Just try whatever you think right." Hwoarang offered a very warm smile with those words, meaning them fully. He seemed amused with this little game, and he liked to see the flush on Jin's cheek.

"...Very well..." was the answer given to him as the japanese boy moved to sit up on the bed, sitting beside Hwoarang. First he let his eyes wandering over the body of the one calling himself the Blood Talon. It was quite the eye-candy. It took a time before he moved, but his eyes were enough for the korean to shut up about anything. It was intriguing to see Jin like that, torn between wahtever he had been taught and what he truly wanted to do, town between the ahbit of anger and the feelings that only the kisses had stirred up. Slowly, the young man moved a hand down, placing it over Hwoarang's heart, feeling the beat of it, listening to the calm of it: Nothing compared to his heart racing in his chest. He then moved his fingers down to rub a nipple. At first the skin was soft, but soon after the touch it hardened considerably. He knew this to be a reaction to excitation, it somewhat incited him to continue, to go along with his slow, unknowing touches. He switched nipple to bring the other to the same state and his other hand carefully wandered to the beautiful face resting on the bed. He traced very softly the contour of Hwoarang's lips, running his index slowly on the lower lip. A shy smile spread on his lips as a tongue started to lick it warmly. The hand that was on the man's chest slowly started to run down. Fingers lightly touching, merely exploring the curves of the sculpted body. He leaned down to place another kiss on the lips, his tongue searching to deepen the kiss even more, to explore this new place. Meanwhile he placed a leg on each side of the one he was sharing this bond with so he was straddling him. He felt those hand resting on his back, pulling him slightly closer. Well, at least it did make him feel a bit appreciated and wanted. He continued, mimicking the moves that Hwoarang had made earlier, kissing gently down the neckline, breathing agaisnt the wet trail that he was leaving. That managed to pull a very soft moan from Hwoarang.
The korean's hands moved up Jin's back, feeling his spine under the skin. ne hand parted to move to his shoulder in order to trace very slowly the sign of the devil. It was warmer than the rest of the body, but the skin was impressively soft. He would have expected it to be as burnt skin, but it was like baby skin, soft and gentle. This comparison brought a smile to his lips. Concentrated on that, he barely noticed that Jin's mouth was running lower and lower on his chest and that he was getting closed to his navel. Not that he did not enjoy it, but he knew it would get more complicated from now on, and he could not stop hoping that time would freeze and that this night would last forever.