The smile and soft blush that washed over Ahn-Bo’s face was one Jin wished he could save forever. Unluckily, he didn’t think he had time to sketch it down right now and neither did he particularly want to. No, Jin wanted to bask in the glow of it as he leaned forward unconsciously, still grinning. He gave a soft laugh and nodded. “Always,” was the hummed reply.

And while it was true, Jin hardly ever admitted it. They both pretended not to notice when Jin was jealous or irritable and he tried his best to stay out of Ahn-Bo’s way when he was. But right now, all Jin could feel was the light weight buoying of his own feelings and he couldn’t find it in himself to deny them.

Setting the brush down then, he fanned the page a little so it might dry. Then moving the whole notebook, rocks and all, to the left a bit, Jin leaned back against Ahn-Bo’s shoulder. His legs were crossed again and he smiled as he lifted his brothers arm into his lap. The ink was already running down the side of his arm but he dabbed at it gently cleaning the excess.

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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.

Precious. It fit Jin so well, especially as he settled in against Ahn-Bo, head on his shoulder. The ink had begun to drip, and Jin had the cleanup well under way (not that Ahn-Bo cared either way, so long as it didn't smear the important part.) Though it was nice to feel taken care of. Cared for.

It made him wonder—likely for what was the millionth time—what their life would be like if they could live how they wanted. Freely. Without a dictator controlling them with guilt, violence, or manipulation. This could be a regular thing between them. Spending some evenings winding down together, just enjoying each other's company. They would be happy, he knew, or as close to happy as they were able to be. The others, and Noona too, would all be better off.

Nothing came from thoughts like those except for pain and heartache. He returned to the present, the playfullness returning, "Have anything else to write? I have plenty of canvas left." He used the hand furthest from Jin to point to his cheek, "Here?" Then to his bare chest, "Here?" And then, because he was Ahn-Bo and this was Jin, he pointed to his defined abdomen, lowering his voice with a: "Here." No longer a question, but an invitation.

  

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Ahn-Bo’s skin was warm to the touch. It always was, and Jin wondered sometimes if that was normal for him or if it had something to do with his werewolf physiology when he’d been bitten. They’d always been close when they were younger but the bite had come so soon upon their meeting Jin couldn’t remember before very well. It didn’t matter. He appreciated it either way; his skin was always cold to the touch (unless he was sick) and practically translucent. It made for a very telling canvas for his emotions but also attracted him like a moth to Ahn-Bo’s flame.

He turned as his brother asked if there was anything else and made indication at various pieces of his ‘canvas.’ Jin snorted a small laugh. He didn’t answer, and instead reached for the brush again.

Sucking his lower lip into his mouth and biting down on it in concentration, Jin drew three more times. On hyung’s cheek he wrote ‘safety.’ Ahn. On his chest he wrote ‘treasure.’ Bo. And when Jin came to the last he sat back, debating. Part of him wanted to write ‘omen’ (seo) as a joke but that didn’t feel quite right. Instead, he just drew one little line pointing downwards, in an arrow.

The brush was almost out of ink as it rippled gently over each crevice in Ahn-Bo’s well defined abdomen. (Jin was sure he was flexing to make it more difficult.) The lower it went, the more Jin realized how close he was and his cheeks heated again slightly.

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He hadn't a clue what was being added—and frankly didn't care, so long as Jin kept marking him. He shamelessly drank in Jin's face as he drew the additional characters. Gods when he sucked in his lower lip like that... it had started innocently enough (or as innocent as it could with the two of them.) First his cheek, then his chest, and as he moved his attentions lower, Ahn-Bo's blood began to heat.

A faint shade of pink brushed Jin's cheeks again—which had him curious enough to tear his gaze from Jin's face to the new artwork on his chest. It was difficult to see from this angle, but he was fairly certain it was 'Bo'. Treasure. His eyes moved lower, to where Jin worked with the brush. An arrow, pointing downwards, directly to his... Ahn-Bo's brow rose, and he chuckled. In one swift movement, he wrapped his fingers around Jin's wrist, stalling the movement of the brush. "Where are you going with that, Jin-ah?" he teased. "Shall I help?"

His next movement was slow, to give Jin the chance to pull away or stop him. If he didn't, both brush and Jin's hand would be slid beneath Ahn-Bo's waistband.

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Jin had meant for it to be a joke. A light, innocent little jest that went nowhere. But perhaps he’d known, or hoped, that it might incite something after Ahn-Bo’s little show earlier (because even still he hadn’t been able to put it from his mind).

Jin froze as Ahn-Bo’s hand caught his wrist mid-movement. Golden-brown hues flickered up to meet warm caramel and Jin’s face heated further at the expression he saw there. It wasn’t an unpleasant, embarrassed blush; it was a warm, eager flush that spread like wild fire down his neck and chest before disappearing under his collar. So they were on the same page then.

As Ahn-Bo’s hand settled around his own and began to move further south, Jin flicked the brush from his fingers adeptly. It bounced to the side and landed in the grass with a roll. Ink splattered a bit and under Ahn-Bo’s waistband, Jin let his fingers brush just gently at the sensitive skin just above his target. He was still chewing on his lower lip even as his face split into a mischievous little smile. “Ahn-Bo-ah,” Jin warned him, quietly. “You’ve made a lot of promises recently.”

His face twisted into a full grin as if to say, it’s time to deliver on them.

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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.

The second Jin's eyes met his, all of his blood rushed south. He hadn't forgotten the last time they'd been alone. Hell, he'd been replaying those moments in his head for weeks now. Ahn-Bo knew he'd made the right decision then. Jin had needed to heal. But now... now he was perfectly in order, and there was nothing stopping them. They were far from the manor, surrounded by stone ruins and tall grass. The sky was darkening, and a storm threatened. No one would come looking for them, and if they did, they wouldn't come out here.

Ahn-Bo hadn't forgotten Jin's remark the last time either, after he'd denied him. “Ibe chimi mareudorok." Until the saliva in the mouth dries up. It had stung then, and it still stung now at Jin's warning. He dropped all pretense of mischief and play. There was only heat and need. The arm that Jin had marked fisted the collar of Jin's shirt and yanked him forward roughly, intending to make good on his promises. Each and every one. He had the fleeting thought that he hoped the ink there had fully dried before Jin's lips met his own.

  

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Perhaps it had been cruel to bring up their last little spat the evening Ahn-Bo had so diligently tried to care for him. Jin hadn’t meant to be cruel, merely teasing, but he still felt badly over how that whole exchange had gone. He was a jealous, bratty vampire sometimes, taking out his frustrations on the underserving. He’d tiptoed out the next morning on eggshells after leaving Ahn-Bo’s wand with a little note by the door to his attic. He’d stayed out the majority of that day and the next, and by the time they saw one another it was easier to pretend nothing had happened. But on days like today, when Jin felt himself positively swelling with the giddy affection he held for the handsome wolf, it was harder to hold his guard up. Here he felt almost freed of Abeoji’s leash and Ahn-Bo’s presence only amplified his happiness.

As Ahn-Bo reached forward and pulled Jin into a frenzied kiss, the gentle brunette tried to imbue his response with the very positivity he could still feel singing in his blood. It was rare for Jin to be so buoyant. He didn’t want to waste a moment of this mood before it turned. Kissing Ahn-Bo was always like pouring gasoline on a fire though. Once the match was lit there was very little Jin could do to put it out.

His free hand had settled against his brother’s chest when he’d effectively caught himself and now it slid up to hook around his neck. His other hand, still tucked neatly under Ahn-Bo’s waistband, traveled further down. Jin knew his fingers were cold but he didn’t think Ahn-Bo would mind as he wrapped them around the other and gave a slight tease.

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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.

He felt as if he'd been swallowed whole, encompassed in Jin's scent and embrace. There was something in his kiss that felt different. Ahn-Bo didn't have the capacity to sort out what had changed, only that he liked it, whatever it was. Jin's cool touch against his hot skin had goosebumps rising deliciously along his arms. The breath he hissed out as Jin's cold hand slid lower turned into a moan. Those beautiful, deft fingers were finally just where he'd wanted them.

There was far too much clothing between them still. Ahn-Bo released the hold of the fabric in his fist, though his hand didn't go far. Both hands went up to the buttons on the shirt Jin was wearing, starting at the top and working his way down. The first few were a bit of a challenge with his trembling hands, but soon enough he was flying through them with ease. "Off," He demanded, "Now."

  

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Jin could feel himself vibrating with an eagerness that made it hard to go slow. He didn’t want to rush this though. It was so difficult to find the right opportunity and the right place and the right mood— ugh. All he ever wanted really was to just curl up in Ahn-Bo’s side and shirk responsibility but the actual practicality of that was near impossible. So, given the opportunity now, he wanted to milk it like molasses sliding down the side of a particularly curvy jar. Too bad neither of them seemed inclined physically to hold back.

As Ahn-Bo’s hands made work of his buttons from the top, Jin noted that he’d improved. It had been almost a month since their last little encounter and he almost smiled at the idea of Ahn-Bo practicing with intention every time he got dressed now. Pulling back just enough to start his own way up from the bottom, Jin helped. His breath was short and quick as he shoved the white fabric over his shoulders and untangled his wrists from the stupid cuffs. Then, shoving the shirt to the side, he grabbed Ahn-Bo by the back of the neck and crawled into his lap. (The less upset they posed to his notebook and the inkstone the better.)

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As Jin wrestled with his shirt, Ahn-Bo did his best to pull it off him—though his impatience made him clumsy. It was likely he was impeding more than helping. Finally it was off, and he was able to run his hands along Jin's bare skin. He had craved the cold—Jin's cold–against his palms. Jin climbed into his lap; Ahn-Bo was unable to stop his smug grin. He hadn't exactly expected that this would be the way the evening went, and he sure as hell wasn't going to waste the opportunity.

He pressed a few rough kisses against Jin's jaw (so perfect) and neck (so soft.) And then he had Jin on his back, one hand beneath his head to cushion his fall. He chided himself that he needed to slow down, to savor this moment. But he couldn't. All sense of control had evaporated the moment Jin had delved below his waistband. He tugged at Jin's trousers impatiently, eager to get his mouth around what was underneath.

  

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The warmth of Ahn-Bo’s hands against his bare skin made Jin shiver from the contrast. Goosebumps had risen all along his arms and chest and he couldn’t get close enough to Ahn-Bo fast enough. He echoed the wolf’s smug grin with a devastatingly eager one of his own. He was trying to keep cool and collected but the Jin of every day was nowhere to be found.

He hadn’t expected the evening to go like this either and Jin would be remiss if he said he didn’t appreciate the turn of events. After the last few weeks of balls blurring into balls and having to be particularly careful in his attentions to Ms. Prewett, he was glad for the respite. There was something about this place too that gave him a renewed sense of peace Jin had never truly felt before. (Was this what it was like to have a space of one’s own? He’d have to explore that idea again later.)

Kisses were pressed along his jawline and neck prompting Jin to curl his fingers tighter into Ahn-Bo’s hair. He gave a soft pant at one particularly toothy kiss but was on his back before he could fully appreciate it.

Jin blinked up at Ahn-Bo completely openly. For a moment, every wall and curtain was drawn back and there was nothing but the raw honesty of his adoration scrawled across Jin’s face.

The look was soon chased away by Ahn-Bo’s eagerness to get into his trousers and Jin laughed (a breathy, quiet sound) despite himself. “Bo-ah,” he hummed, hooking one arm around the wolf’s neck and tugging him down, hard. “Gwenchana,” he whispered, pressing his lips sweetly, gently against the other’s. Then with all the mounting tension of putting the breaks on fast, Jin kissed him slowly, luxuriously, exploring every crevice of Ahn-Bo’s mouth he could reach.

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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.

Ahn-Bo had never and would never be described as patient or easily swayed. When he wanted something, it would dominate his thoughts until he got it. The longer it took him, the more aggravated he became. It was indeed like pouring gasoline on a fire. He knew it, his brothers knew it, and Jin especially knew it. And the way Jin gazed up at him—the adoration in his eyes... In this lighting, they nearly glowed gold. He wouldn't have been able to pull himself back from the brink even if the thought had occurred to him.

But dear, sweet Jin could.

The one clear thought in his mind was: slow down. This wasn't a race. They weren't trying to squeeze it in during the brief alone time they had inside the house. They could take their time–he could take his time. He could relax. He would relax. He inhaled deeply as he was pulled down again, trying to bring himself out of his frenzy. "Mianhae," he panted sheepishly against Jin's lips, withdrawing his hand from Jin's remaining clothing.

They would go at Jin's pace. Ahn-Bo used his wandering hand to cup the side of Jin's neck with his palm, brushing the tip of his thumb along the edge of Jin's jaw. It was all he could do to not use his hold to angle Jin's mouth where he wanted as he returned the kiss in equal measure.

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Content to lay back and appreciate the moment, Jin was not hasty as he put the breaks on them. He ached, desperately, for the release of endorphins and the rush of adrenaline— but that would come in time. For now, he was still floating happily one layer above the swirling chaos of need. Out here he felt like he could breath. He didn’t feel the same sense of haste and anxiety of Abeoji breathing down their backs that he had the majority of his life. (And maybe it was just the moment or maybe it was the way the fog around them clung to every available surface, including Ahn-Bo’s shoulders, but Jin wanted to take his time exploring every ounce of hyung’s person that he didn’t normally have access to.)

A smile made its way between them at Ann-Bo’s little apology and Jin had to force himself not to respond in favor of claiming the wolf’s lips. He didn’t need apologies, he just needed this: the taste of burnt cinnamon on his tongue and amber sweat all around him. It was addictive— an all-consuming drug that Jin knew he could never live without. (They’d tried once and failed, miserably.) But if Ahn-Bo had his vices, then this was Jin’s.

He lifted his chin, angling himself for better purchase for both of them, and leaned into Ahn-Bo’s hand against his neck. Jin had always been sensitive around the head and neck area. There was definitely some kind of joke about bites and jugulars there given their individual biologies, but it was so sewn into the very fabric of his desires that Jin hardly noticed. (Sobered, he would blush to high hell if Ahn-Bo ever dared to mention it, but right now? The thought did not even register.)

Jin let his free hand run across Ahn-Bo’s shoulder, down his bicep and cross over onto his chest, feather light and exploratory. He was still awed and impressed by what he found, every time, but moreso today as the little spectacle from just earlier replayed itself in his mind. Soft touches soon turned possessive as Jin’s hand dipped low across Ahn-Bo’s abdomen. He pulled the other closer with the arm still wrapped around his neck and sucked on his bottom lip before biting down on it. (And even though Jin tried to be gentle with his teeth, he wasn’t always successful with those sharper than usual canines.)

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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.

As if he could read his mind, Jin moved exactly how Ahn-Bo had desired—because of course he did. There was something to be said about how well they knew each other, how they could nearly predict each other's needs... but a further exploration of that required more focus than the wolf was capable of giving at the moment. (Not that he would examine it closely later, either.)

Still, he marveled as Jin pulled him even closer. He went willingly—eagerly, even. In normal circumstances he would have been mortified at the display. Thankfully, right now he was too far gone to care, his attention split between the light caresses and the all-consuming need.

Ahn-Bo was dedicated to maintaining his physique. He'd discovered early on that the disease sucked everything out of him—his strength, his health, his willingness to continue on after the full moon had gone. His solution was likely an overcorrection, but Ahn-Bo never did anything without his full effort. His daily exercise schedule was rigorous to the point that some may have called it excessive. Though as he'd begun building muscle, he discovered the dopamine rush from others taking notice. When he realized Jin had taken notice, the pattern had cemented itself into his very bones.

The sharpness of the bite made his breath hitch; a faint taste of blood told him Jin hadn't managed the gentleness he aimed for. Not that Ahn-Bo minded in the least. It had him slipping over the fine edge of control that he had been balancing on—he was helpless to keep the animalistic noise of pleasure from escaping his throat. Nor the way he deepened the kiss, using his own teeth and tongue to bite and suck. His hips rolled of their own accord, impatient once more. Though he didn't break all the rules. He kept his hands exactly where they'd been, cradling what was most precious to him in the world.

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Ahn-Bo’s reactions were like kindling to the fire Jin was trying to control. He found that with every noise, movement, or breath, his own thinning grasp of ease was slipping. He bit down on Ahn-Bo’s lip in a moment of impatience and the reward, if one could call it that, was a sound that Jin felt deep in his bones. The taste of blood was suddenly between them though and he couldn’t help the little trill of goosebumps that rose on his skin. He hadn’t meant to do that; Jin generally was very careful to avoid blood at all costs. It made him feel dirty and guilty every time he relished in the taste of it. But this was an accident. Besides, it wasn’t like he’d never bitten Ahn-Bo before… Mightily.

Swiping his tongue over the bite, he let out a soft pant that was as much a reaction to Ahn-Bo’s movements as it was the blood itself. Jin groaned softly and raised his hips to meet the friction there. Suddenly, he was a lot less patient than he had been.

Jin had lost complete sense of anything around them, from his precious notebook to the chill of the afternoon. With Ahn-Bo here with him, like this, there was only the warmth of being together. He kicked off whatever stupid shoes he was wearing and didn’t make note of the toppled sound that followed. He was too far gone down the path of hooking his leg up and over as the fingers on his left hand - still wrapped around Ahn-Bo’s shoulder - dug into the skin there. Pulling back with a slight pant, Jin ran his free hand through his hair to brush the frustrating mop out of his eyes. He flashed Ahn-Bo a wicked grin but there were no words he could think of to release the figurative hounds. Instead, he just rolled his hips again and let his right hand linger at the edge of Ahn-Bo’s waistband.

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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.

Finally. He grinned like a madman as Jin reacted. Ahn-Bo could've sworn he felt Jin's skin grow slightly warmer, though that very much could have been residual from his own body heat. And then Jin was shedding his shoes and wrapping his perfect leg around the wolf's hips. The grip on his shoulder was sharp—he shifted his weight slightly toward it so Jin's nails dug into his skin further. Ahn-Bo wanted marks from Jin. Marks that would linger for several days as they healed beneath his shirt. A secret, just for the two of them.

Adorably, Jin brushed his hair out of his eyes. Ahn-Bo couldn't resist his chuckle at the obvious impatience. He brushed stray pieces of hair from Jin's forehead. He knew exactly what his brother was getting at as he toyed with his waistband. But Ahn-Bo wouldn't be Ahn-Bo without a tease. He looked down at Jin, flushed as ever against the grass. And then he lifted one brow teasingly. What are you waiting for?

  

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