Sexyback
Pairing: Hwoarang/Jin
Fandom: Tekken
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Status: Complete
Summary: Hwoarang is getting on Jin's nevres with his singing, until Hwoarang starts singing to him.
Jin was in the kitchen of their apartment pouring some milk into a bowl of Reeses Puffs when he heard Hwoarang in his bedroom singing to himself. Yet again. A few days ago Hwoarang had bought an iPod and filled it with about a million songs and was now constantly singing the songs he was listening to. Needless to say, it was stating to get on Jin’s nerves.
Jin went into the living room with his bowl of puffs. He took a seat in the center of the couch and turned on the TV. All he could hear was Hwoarang’s loud singing. “Hwoarang! Shut up!”
The singing stopped. Then Hwoarang’s bedroom opened and he walked into the living room.
Hwoarang was standing next to the couch. The music was paused; Jin knew because if it hadn’t been he would have able to hear it. Hwoarang was wearing nothing but a pair of gray drawstring sweatpants and white earplugs attached to his iPod that he was holding in his hand. There was a smirk painted on his face.
Jin ate a spoonful of puffs, staring at Hwoarang.
Then Hwoarang hit the play button and Jin could hear some sort of hip-hop music begin to play through the earplugs. Hwoarang began to dance, moving his hips a lot. He danced his way over to Jin.
“I’m bringing sexy back,” Hwoarang sang. His voice wasn’t bad, it just got annoying after awhile.
Jin looked up at him, annoyed. “Where’d it go?” he said sarcastically.
Hwoarang just smiled and continued to sing. “Them other boys don’t know how to act, I think your special what’s behind your back.” He began to lean over Jin, as if trying to get close to his face. “So turn around and I’ll pick up the slack.”
Jin slouched back holding the bowl with both hands in front of his face and put his foot in Hwoarang’s face. “I’m eating, go sing somewhere else.”
Hwoarang responded by licking Jin’s big toe. “Dirty babe.”
Jin raised his eyebrows. What was Hwoarang doing?
An erotic look overtook Hwoarang’s face. His gaze burned into Jin’s eyes. “You see these shackles, baby I’m your slave. I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave. It’s just that no one makes me feel this way.” In between lines Hwoarang continued to lick Jin’s foot, tickling him a little.
“Come here girl.” Hwoarang moved Jin’s foot out of the way and began to lean in closer. “Come to the back.” And closer… “VIP.” And closer… “Drinks on me.” Now the only space between Jin and Hwoarang was the bowl. Hwoarang’s knees were on the floor, his body was laid flat against Jin’s, one hand holding his iPod and the other was on the side of the bowl, holding it with a firm grip. “Let me see what you’re working with.” He moved the bowl away from Jin’s face. “Look at those hips.” He leaned over and placed it on the table at the end of the couch. “You make me smile.” And he did smile. He was staring into Jin’s eyes; he could see how unsure and nervous Jin was. “Go ahead child and get your sexy on.”
Jin dropped his arms to his sides, his hands gripping the cushion.
Hwoarang’s free hand slipped under Jin’s shirt, feeling his way up Jin’s well-built body as he continued to sing. He moved to Jin’s ear and began to whisper the words. “Baby I’m your slave. I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave.” Jin could hear the music clearly, since Hwoarang was so close. Jin’s breath began to deepen.
Hwoarang’s hand switched direction, sliding back down Jin’s chest. He began to nibble on Jin’s ear. “Get your sexy on.” Then music continued for a few more seconds, then slowly fated away. As it fated Jin’s heartbeat sped up.
After hitting the pause button Hwoarang yanked the earplugs out and tossed his iPod onto the cushion next to him. He pulled his hand out from under Jin’s shirt. Hwoarang used his hands to help balance himself as he put his knees on the edge of the couch, and leaning against Jin, pushing Jin’s legs closer to his chest.
Jin turned his head away and Hwoarang began to kiss his neck. Hwoarang leaned on his right arm. He slid his free hand down the front of Jin’s sweatpants as he continued to kiss his neck; Jin’s body tensed. Hwoarang wrapped his fingers tightly around Jin’s growing erection; Jin groaned loudly as Hwoarang began to massage it.
Hwoarang stopped for only a moment when he used both of his hands to pull of Jin’s sweatpants; Jin made no attempt to stop him. Hwoarang dropped them on the floor next to the couch and then went right back to what he had been doing.
Jin leaned his head backwards, resting it on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He started to chew on his lip and his moaned.
Hwoarang kissed his way up Jin’s neck. In Jin’s ear he whispered Jin’s name. Jin tilted his head to look at Hwoarang. They were only a breath apart. Hwoarang brushed his lips against Jin’s, but it wasn’t a kiss, not really. Then Jin pressed his lips firmly, hungrily against Hwoarang’s. Hwoarang’s tongue slipped between his lips and their tongues mingled together.
Hwoarang let go of Jin and placed his hand on the couch for balance as he pressed his body harder against Jin’s. Jin could feel Hwoarang’s straining hardness through the thin material of his sweatpants. At once Jin reached out with one hand and jerked Hwoarang’s pants down. Hwoarang eagerly helped him. Once his pants were off Hwoarang helped Jin out of his shirt, so that they were both completely naked then he pressed his body back against Jin’s.
Hwoarang spit in his hand, rubbing it on himself to use it for lubricant. Then Hwoarang guided himself slowly, inch by inch, inside of Jin. Jin groaned loudly in response. Hwoarang placed on hand on the back on the couch next to Jin’s head, gripping it firmly. He placed his other hand on Jin’s hip. Jin wrapped his arms around Hwoarang as Hwoarang began thrust himself into Jin; his movements were fast and frantic. Jin’s moans were a mix of pleasure and pain.
They kissed each other hard, quickly and mindlessly, lost in the moment.
Jin broke away from Hwoarang’s lips, throwing his head back, crying out as Hwoarang began to shove himself harder into him.
“H-h-oaw-r-r-ang,” Jin moaned. “I-I’m going to-” Jin was cut off. He threw his head back, crying out as he came.
Hwoarang grunted as he continued to move in and out of Jin. He could feel Jin’s body trembling against him; he could hear Jin’s deep gasps for air. Hwoarang increased his uneven pace until he exploded inside of Jin, moaning loudly as he did.
Breathless, Hwoarang eased himself out of Jin. He stood up straight; his body ached. He arched his back hoping to make it feel a bit better and it did. He looked down at Jin who was sitting on the couch looking up at him. Hwoarang looked away, bent down and picked up his sweatpants and put them on. Jin stood up and put his sweatpants back on as well.
Hwoarang moved as if to leave but then Jin tackled him onto the couch and began to kiss him.
Hwoarang wrapped his arms around Jin’s back and smirked as they kissed. “Oh, Jin.”
Hwoarang then noticed that he was laying on something hard; it was his iPod. As he shifted he hit a few buttons and the song began to play again. “I’m bringing sexy back.”
Fandom: Tekken
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Status: Complete
Summary: Hwoarang is getting on Jin's nevres with his singing, until Hwoarang starts singing to him.
Jin was in the kitchen of their apartment pouring some milk into a bowl of Reeses Puffs when he heard Hwoarang in his bedroom singing to himself. Yet again. A few days ago Hwoarang had bought an iPod and filled it with about a million songs and was now constantly singing the songs he was listening to. Needless to say, it was stating to get on Jin’s nerves.
Jin went into the living room with his bowl of puffs. He took a seat in the center of the couch and turned on the TV. All he could hear was Hwoarang’s loud singing. “Hwoarang! Shut up!”
The singing stopped. Then Hwoarang’s bedroom opened and he walked into the living room.
Hwoarang was standing next to the couch. The music was paused; Jin knew because if it hadn’t been he would have able to hear it. Hwoarang was wearing nothing but a pair of gray drawstring sweatpants and white earplugs attached to his iPod that he was holding in his hand. There was a smirk painted on his face.
Jin ate a spoonful of puffs, staring at Hwoarang.
Then Hwoarang hit the play button and Jin could hear some sort of hip-hop music begin to play through the earplugs. Hwoarang began to dance, moving his hips a lot. He danced his way over to Jin.
“I’m bringing sexy back,” Hwoarang sang. His voice wasn’t bad, it just got annoying after awhile.
Jin looked up at him, annoyed. “Where’d it go?” he said sarcastically.
Hwoarang just smiled and continued to sing. “Them other boys don’t know how to act, I think your special what’s behind your back.” He began to lean over Jin, as if trying to get close to his face. “So turn around and I’ll pick up the slack.”
Jin slouched back holding the bowl with both hands in front of his face and put his foot in Hwoarang’s face. “I’m eating, go sing somewhere else.”
Hwoarang responded by licking Jin’s big toe. “Dirty babe.”
Jin raised his eyebrows. What was Hwoarang doing?
An erotic look overtook Hwoarang’s face. His gaze burned into Jin’s eyes. “You see these shackles, baby I’m your slave. I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave. It’s just that no one makes me feel this way.” In between lines Hwoarang continued to lick Jin’s foot, tickling him a little.
“Come here girl.” Hwoarang moved Jin’s foot out of the way and began to lean in closer. “Come to the back.” And closer… “VIP.” And closer… “Drinks on me.” Now the only space between Jin and Hwoarang was the bowl. Hwoarang’s knees were on the floor, his body was laid flat against Jin’s, one hand holding his iPod and the other was on the side of the bowl, holding it with a firm grip. “Let me see what you’re working with.” He moved the bowl away from Jin’s face. “Look at those hips.” He leaned over and placed it on the table at the end of the couch. “You make me smile.” And he did smile. He was staring into Jin’s eyes; he could see how unsure and nervous Jin was. “Go ahead child and get your sexy on.”
Jin dropped his arms to his sides, his hands gripping the cushion.
Hwoarang’s free hand slipped under Jin’s shirt, feeling his way up Jin’s well-built body as he continued to sing. He moved to Jin’s ear and began to whisper the words. “Baby I’m your slave. I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave.” Jin could hear the music clearly, since Hwoarang was so close. Jin’s breath began to deepen.
Hwoarang’s hand switched direction, sliding back down Jin’s chest. He began to nibble on Jin’s ear. “Get your sexy on.” Then music continued for a few more seconds, then slowly fated away. As it fated Jin’s heartbeat sped up.
After hitting the pause button Hwoarang yanked the earplugs out and tossed his iPod onto the cushion next to him. He pulled his hand out from under Jin’s shirt. Hwoarang used his hands to help balance himself as he put his knees on the edge of the couch, and leaning against Jin, pushing Jin’s legs closer to his chest.
Jin turned his head away and Hwoarang began to kiss his neck. Hwoarang leaned on his right arm. He slid his free hand down the front of Jin’s sweatpants as he continued to kiss his neck; Jin’s body tensed. Hwoarang wrapped his fingers tightly around Jin’s growing erection; Jin groaned loudly as Hwoarang began to massage it.
Hwoarang stopped for only a moment when he used both of his hands to pull of Jin’s sweatpants; Jin made no attempt to stop him. Hwoarang dropped them on the floor next to the couch and then went right back to what he had been doing.
Jin leaned his head backwards, resting it on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He started to chew on his lip and his moaned.
Hwoarang kissed his way up Jin’s neck. In Jin’s ear he whispered Jin’s name. Jin tilted his head to look at Hwoarang. They were only a breath apart. Hwoarang brushed his lips against Jin’s, but it wasn’t a kiss, not really. Then Jin pressed his lips firmly, hungrily against Hwoarang’s. Hwoarang’s tongue slipped between his lips and their tongues mingled together.
Hwoarang let go of Jin and placed his hand on the couch for balance as he pressed his body harder against Jin’s. Jin could feel Hwoarang’s straining hardness through the thin material of his sweatpants. At once Jin reached out with one hand and jerked Hwoarang’s pants down. Hwoarang eagerly helped him. Once his pants were off Hwoarang helped Jin out of his shirt, so that they were both completely naked then he pressed his body back against Jin’s.
Hwoarang spit in his hand, rubbing it on himself to use it for lubricant. Then Hwoarang guided himself slowly, inch by inch, inside of Jin. Jin groaned loudly in response. Hwoarang placed on hand on the back on the couch next to Jin’s head, gripping it firmly. He placed his other hand on Jin’s hip. Jin wrapped his arms around Hwoarang as Hwoarang began thrust himself into Jin; his movements were fast and frantic. Jin’s moans were a mix of pleasure and pain.
They kissed each other hard, quickly and mindlessly, lost in the moment.
Jin broke away from Hwoarang’s lips, throwing his head back, crying out as Hwoarang began to shove himself harder into him.
“H-h-oaw-r-r-ang,” Jin moaned. “I-I’m going to-” Jin was cut off. He threw his head back, crying out as he came.
Hwoarang grunted as he continued to move in and out of Jin. He could feel Jin’s body trembling against him; he could hear Jin’s deep gasps for air. Hwoarang increased his uneven pace until he exploded inside of Jin, moaning loudly as he did.
Breathless, Hwoarang eased himself out of Jin. He stood up straight; his body ached. He arched his back hoping to make it feel a bit better and it did. He looked down at Jin who was sitting on the couch looking up at him. Hwoarang looked away, bent down and picked up his sweatpants and put them on. Jin stood up and put his sweatpants back on as well.
Hwoarang moved as if to leave but then Jin tackled him onto the couch and began to kiss him.
Hwoarang wrapped his arms around Jin’s back and smirked as they kissed. “Oh, Jin.”
Hwoarang then noticed that he was laying on something hard; it was his iPod. As he shifted he hit a few buttons and the song began to play again. “I’m bringing sexy back.”