Ahn-Bo leaned into his grip and Jin dug in harder. The other side of being a tactile creature that Jin sometimes struggled with was just how territorial his tactility could get. It was as much an expression of urging as it was a banal desire to leave his scent and marks and presence etched into every fiber of Ahn-Bo’s being. He wasn’t like this all time, with all his partners. Generally, Jin was actually a sickly sweet kind of bedmate unless there was reason to dig in. But with Ahn-Bo there was no part of Jin that was willing to relinquish whatever small satisfaction he had in leaving a piece of himself behind. Be it bite marks, nail marks, bruises or a combination thereof.

As he grinned up at his companion, Jin felt the challenge set and he growled impatiently in response. Of course Ahn-Bo was going to make him work for it now. This was his fair due after slowing them down initially. Fine, so be it. Two could play this game.

A wicked glint flashed in Jin’s eyes as he pressed Ahn-Bo back just enough to undo whatever fastenings the two pairs of trousers had between them, one handed. Then, arching his back a bit, he released only himself from the trappings and let out a soft sigh, hand wrapping around himself. He was warm and flushed all over, despite the chill of the afternoon. Golden-brown hues flickered back up to the other’s face and Jin gave him a coy, encouraging smile. “Bo-ah,” he prompted, breathily.

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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.

Transfixed on the expressive eyes beneath him, he'd waited confidently for Jin to give in. He'd reached between them and had undone Ahn-Bo's trouser fastenings, and then his own. He held his breath, anticipating what would come next and how it would feel when Jin would—wait a minute. A bemused glance between them told him everything he needed to know. His gaze flicked to the vampire's, and it was then that he realized he'd misinterpreted what that look in Jin's eye had meant. He huffed a laugh. Of course he wouldn't give in to Ahn-Bo's demands. Their dynamic had them always seesawing for who was in control. One moment it would dip toward Ahn-Bo, and the next it was all Jin. No matter what they were doing—whether it was physical or simply banter—the dynamic between them never changed.

For a moment, he did nothing. If he were an artist, this is how he'd capture Jin. (Which would mortify Jin, but this was a what-if scenario anyhow.) Beneath him, wrapped possessively around him, mouth and neck reddened from Ahn-Bo's attentions—he'd be sure to include that teasing glint in those golden brown eyes as he held himself. The familiar quirk of those lips. Then, as they both knew he always did, Ahn-Bo's will crumpled like it hadn't been there at all.

"Aish," he muttered solely for Jin's entertainment, as if he was put upon for having to remove himself by his own hand. He shifted his weight to one side so that his other hand had leverage. Then he was crushing his lips to Jin's again, though only to block the—what he knew was impressive—view as he pushed the fabric down to his knees. His hand wrapped around the base; the sight of him stroking himself blocked by his own body.

"Jagiyaaaa," he whispered in a playful plea.

jagiya: honey/baby, romantic term of endearment

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Jin felt Ahn-Bo’s little mutter of impatience as if it was a zing of satisfaction, racing down his spine. He tried to hold back his triumphant grin, knowing full well there was still time for tides to change, but he was pleased either way. He watched, ready, as Ahn-Bo fiddled with his own trousers, but before anything exciting could happen, the big wolf was kissing him again. (And while Jin loved that, it was bad timing.)

A shiver of satisfaction visibly rocked Jin and his breath hitched when Ahn-Bo pulled away and breathed the endearment. What a cheat! Not only had Ahn-Bo pulled out his secret weapon, but his big head was also blocking Jin’s view! Unable to be at all disappointed though, the vampire relinquished all pretense at challenge. He would give Ahn-Bo anything if he kept that up.

A soft, breathless laugh bubbled up as Jin relented and pressed his forehead against Ahn-Bo’s own. Pushily, maybe, he forced the other out of the way as he reached down to wrap (once again cold) digits around him. Teasing came as naturally as breathing air though and Jin was deliberate in giving Ahn-Bo just enough of what he wanted before easing back. He had half a mind to roll the big wolf over and use his mouth but that would require being on top and there was no part of Jin interested in that position right now. Instead, he tilted Ahn-Bo’s head back and littered nippy kisses along his chiseled jawline. His hand and mouth worked in slow, but sharp unison.

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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 chuckled, pleased with himself. Jin had folded faster than even he had. The laugh had turned into a gasp as the coolness of Jin's hand settled around him, sending a delicious shiver down his spine. The contrast of Jin's soft lips and the sharpness of his teeth against the sensitive skin of his jaw made his breath hitch. He panted, eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensations. More. He wanted more. Whatever Jin would give him.

  

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He has a noticeable accent when speaking in English.

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Every shiver and catch of breath was taken with ready eagerness as Jin watched Ahn-Bo begin to pant. He really was a giant wolf in every aspect and there was nothing about him the little vampire would change. He grinned against the soft skin at the base of Ahn-Bo’s throat and pressed a kiss against his Adam’s apple. Then, moving into the space between his neck and his collarbone, Jin continued on.

This was undeniably his favorite place. He could feel the rush of blood as Ahn-Bo’s pulse thundered under his lips. Jin was glad he didn’t have the acute senses of a full vampire because he was sure that would be a little overwhelming, but he relished in what he could sense. The scent of Ahn-Bo was dizzying above else.

He tasted of salt and something uniquely his that Jin had never been able to put a name to. Slowing further in his ministrations, he looked up at flashed Ahn-Bo a needy smile. He wanted to see the expressions flicker across the wolf’s face as they continued.

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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 more their entanglement progressed, the easier it was to believe that they were in their own little world. Maybe it was the wolf in him, but he wanted to bottle Jin's scent so that no matter where he went—traveling to fetch whatever stupid cursed object—he would still be able to have just a little bit of happiness. A little bit of Jin and this private world they'd created together.

He opened his eyes as Jin's movements slowed. Ahn-Bo met Jin's gaze, no longer full of the wicked charm. This smile was softer, more vulnerable. Ahn-Bo returned his smile, pure joy and adoration. He bent and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to Jin's lips. He hoped it communicated everything he didn't know how to say. Shifting his weight to sit on the back of his heels, one hand holding Jin's leg around his hip in place, the other in between his own. The wolf sucked in a steadying breath before he murmured, "Tell me what you want, jagiya." It had been meant to come out as a command, but somewhere along the way, his emotions had spun it into something self-effacing and pleading.

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Something shifted almost imperceptibly when Ahn-Bo opened big brown eyes and looked at him. Jin couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was, but he felt warmer somehow and his skin felt just that little bit more comfortable. He received Ahn-Bo’s sweet kiss with all the openness from before, no walls, and for just a single, flickering second— he almost wondered what life could have been like if things were different.

(If he wasn’t an unwanted burden, a demon, a pawn in the devil’s game. If they’d simply been allowed to be just Jin and Ahn-Bo. Not werewolf and vampire.)

But that was dangerous territory that usually set Jin on a bad track. He dismissed it and refocused on the solid being in front of him. Ahn-Bo was shifting and Jin felt himself rise slightly to follow the motion until he found himself propped up on his elbows. The plea that slipped from his brother’s lips made his heart skip not one, or two but three beats and his face twisted into a lovesick grin. The answer was so simple. “Nega.”

Jin leaned on his forearm and reached out to Ahn-Bo with his left hand. “Naneun nega pilyohae,” he chirped, voice soft and laced with sentiment. And it was true in every possible sense, both physically and metaphorically. Saranghae, Ahn-Bo-ah.

(The thought flickered into his head before Jin could realize what it even was. Of course he cared for Ahn-Bo, deeply. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t. But this was different. This… bubbling sensation that had pooled in the base of his chest was at once terrifying and powerful. He tried to swallow it down and dismiss it. There was no use in putting a label or name to the feeling anyway; it’s not like he would ever dare utter it aloud.)

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*Naneun nega (you) pilyohae = I need you / *Saranghae = I love you

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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.

"Nega." If melting into a puddle of mush had been physically possible, Ahn-Bo would have become one right then and there. He caught Jin's outstretched hand in his own; his fingers wrapped possessively around it.

Never had something like this been said between them—at least, not with true feeling behind it. He knew he meant something more to Jin than the others, but the vampire was always careful to treat them equally. Sharing Jin's attention had never been an issue—but that didn't dampen the sudden feeling of pure satisfaction. It was Ahn-Bo he wanted. “Naneun nega pilyohae." His brother's pale skin was nearly glowing, his eyes so large and bright and full of emotion. Usually, their trysts varied from purely physical to sweet and affectionate. In all these years, they had never connected like this. This was different somehow.

Ahn-Bo nodded reverentially, his warm brown eyes never leaving Jin's, "Yeogi isseo." Though it wasn't the first time he'd said it that afternoon, it was the first time he'd used it in this way. Ever. Ahn-Bo avoided emotional connection with any of his other bed partners. It was purely physical. But this was something else entirely. Something important. Something that made his throat begin to burn.

Though he would happily stay out here like this for eternity, a deep part of him knew that if they continued like this, something might be said that couldn't be taken back. Everything would change; he didn't know if it would be for the better or worse. So he squeezed Jin's hand once before releasing it; the tightening in his throat lessened. He leaned down once more to press hot kisses along the crook of his brother's neck and shoulder, giving it a sharp nip with his teeth. And then he was moving on, giving a small bite against Jin's chest before licking away the sting, and again on his belly, then he moved lower.

yeogi isseo: I'm here/here I am

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The sentiment swam around in Jin’s mind a few more times, warm and full and bright, filling crevices he didn’t realize had been obscured from the sun… his whole life. It was silly and useless and he had to shake it for both their sakes, but for now it was fine because— somehow, he almost felt like Ahn-Bo understood. Understood the affection and, maybe, its limitations. He didn’t want to put the burden of his sentiments on anyone, and especially not Ahn-Bo who was probably the least deserving of such baggage. But… for this quiet little moment of non-verbal admissions, he couldn’t be held accountable to anything he didn’t explicitly say. Right?

(With their fingers entwined together and the soft look on Ahn-Bo’s face, Jin wasn’t sure the answer to his own question was at all affirmative. He’d be haunted by the explicit impression of this moment likely forever; the one time his fingers almost grasped something he never realized he’d needed so badly.)

The quiet response was so honest and stripped of teasing that Jin almost wasn’t sure Ahn-Bo had been the one to speak at all. It was so rare to see him like this with his own walls down and all pretense at misunderstanding aside. Sometimes it was frustrating to Jin when Ahn-Bo diverted his questions with a joke or pretended he didn’t understand them in the context they were meant. Usually he tried not to press because that’s not how they were with one another. But this? This also wasn’t how they normally were with one another and Jin wasn’t sure if it was better or worse.

Grateful, then, when Ahn-Bo pulled away and began to kiss him again, Jin let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The playful nip brought him crashing back to the reality at hand and he flashed a winning grin as the wolf continued his descent. He wanted desperately to be devoid of all clothing, but given they were still rather out in the open, he was content to make do with what they’d accomplished. (His shirt was around here somewhere, Jin mused. Probably tossed into that same pile with Ahn-Bo’s own from much earlier.) He leaned back on his elbows again and ran his left hand through Ahn-Bo’s short hair. At first it was a gentle brush, but as the wolf moved lower, Jin’s fingers tangled and he gripped perhaps a little harder than he’d intended.

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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.

There wasn't much that had Ahn-Bo feeling self-conscious, although the way Jin had reacted to his sincere response had him blushing. Neither had been prepared for the layer that had just been added to their relationship. Thankfully, the poignant moment faded away as they resumed their usual activities. The wolf did his best to push that and the intensity of his emotions away. He would much rather focus on giving Jin the attention he deserved.

The more insistent grip on his disheveled hair had a smirk skimming Jin's cool skin. His palm had reached its destination, and he wasted no time before he was giving gentle strokes. Ahn-Bo's head lifted so he could see the effect he had on the vampire, his breath catching at how striking his brother was from this angle. It was a pity Jin couldn't enjoy the view for himself, though Ahn-Bo would make up for it in other ways. Then, when he simply couldn't wait any longer, his wet lips parted, and his mouth and tongue worked alongside his hand. Flicking and swirling at first, and then taking him deeply.

  

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Jin was never prepared for the moment Ahn-Bo touched him despite how many times in the past or future it might or might not happen. He sucked in a short breath that whistled through his teeth and tightened his grip in the wolf’s hair, nails scraping slightly. “Hah!” All concern for previous sentiments was quickly subdued, simmering under the surface. Right now all Jin could think or feel or see was Ahn-Bo.

He didn’t know what the hell his face was doing but the blush that bloomed from the depths of his embarrassment was savage as it spread down his neck and chest. Pale white skin burnt to the touch and as Ahn-Bo moved his mouth Jin had to lie back. Both hands tangled in the wolf’s hair as a soft groan escaped. It was too bad his libido was so hyperactive; he’d have loved nothing more than to lay there in perpetuity. As it was though, Jin was already beginning to feel a coiling of pressure in the base of his spine. He bit down on his lower lip, hard, nails digging into Ahn-Bo’s skull. At one particularly skilled movement he jerked and his patience snapped.

Growling, Jin licked at the blood from his bitten lip and he gave a sharp yank at Ahn-Bo’s hair to signal enough. They needed to get on with it well and fully before he embarrassed them both with his lack of restraint.

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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.

With Jin's breathy sounds and soft groans encouraging him, Ahn-Bo quickened his pace. If he hadn't already been so heated, the sudden yank on his hair would have made him chuckle. Instead, a low growl tore from his throat as he allowed Jin to pull his head up with a messy pop. It took one glance at his brother's face to know exactly what he was thinking—demanding, more like. Despite their size difference and the wolf's position above, they both knew that Jin was the one in control.

Ahn-Bo eagerly leaned and sat upright, hands gripping Jin's hips. His fingers digging into pale skin as he yanked Jin's hips toward himself. After one more look at the vampire's very willing expression, he slowly pushed still wet fingers inside. The reactions to his ministrations would tell him when the discomfort shifted into pleasure. And then... he could lose himself inside the unique and addicting makeup of Jin.

  

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Jin felt the pop that sounded between them in his toes. If he gasped from the angst of losing Ahn-Bo’s mouth on him, it was only momentary. He was too busy pawing at whatever part of the wolf he could reach to care what else was going on. Self-consciousness had flown out the window as it usually did past a certain point. Jin generally tried not to be so bossy and demanding the whole time, but he could only be coy and sweet until a certain point. Luckily, over the years, Ahn-Bo had learned to read him pretty well and understood now what the quick yank meant.

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Jin gripped hard to the wolf’s bicep as he moved on, sucking in a sharp breath at the pain and shifting to try and find the right angle. He felt a slightly hysterical laugh catch in his throat at the cheek of them being so open. (Alright, so maybe not all his self-consciousness had faded quite yet if the renewed blush on his cheeks was any indication.) But he was ready. This was what he wanted more than oxygen itself.

The pressure slowly eased and Jin felt his breath slow from its rapid dog-like panting as Ahn-Bo moved his finger just right. “Ssi bal,” he cursed, letting out a long breath. That. That was it. Digging his nails into Ahn-Bo’s arm with one hand, Jin yanked him forward by the neck with his free hand. It wasn’t a question, it was a demand as he slammed their mouths together.

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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.

There was no guessing with Jin. His reactivity was one of the things Ahn-Bo enjoyed most about sleeping together. He knew exactly when the vampire's body had relaxed. And then Jin's mouth was on his again. Ahn-Bo returned the crushing kiss, vaguely wondering if Jin would sport bruised lips by the time they were done. The sharp bite digging into his bicep made him shudder. Perfect. Jin was perfect.

He didn't want to end the bruising kiss, but his need was all-consuming. The waiting, the teasing, the banter, and the flirting had been absolute torture without being able to act on it. The heated looks Jin gave him and the blushes that flushed his cheeks—just like now—he groaned and withdrew his fingers. Shifting his knees, he ripped Jin's remaining clothing away and dropped it carelessly on the grass.

Ahn-Bo's eyes darkened as he took in Jin's swollen lips. For better access, he shoved the leg that had been tangled around him up and away. The werewolf had always been gifted at wandless magic, but this was one that he had made sure to perfect long, long ago.

The spell he muttered created a silky substance in his hand. Thoroughly and none too gently, he spread it where it was needed. Another quick spell had his hand clean. He used it to position the tip of himself against Jin's entrance, glancing up once more for validation from his favorite bed partner.

  

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The speed at which they were moving was necessary and there was nothing Jin would have done to change it, but the moment Ahn-Bo pulled away, he was breathless and whining. His lips were swollen and bleeding from their bruising kiss and his body ached with the need for Ahn-Bo’s touch. He wanted to help, to be of some use, but the world had started to spin behind his temples from the impatience of it all.

Jin kicked off his pants as Ahn-Bo made to tug them away and laced his hands in the grass to keep from rubbing himself. It surprised him a bit when it was damp and cold, but the clouds overhead did not seem particularly forgiving. Jin bit his lower lip again impatiently (this time avoiding more blood) and propped himself up on his elbows. Ahn-Bo had readied and positioned himself by the time Jin flashed him a quick, consenting grin. He generally appreciated the wolf checking in and making sure he was alright but it was so wholly unnecessary that sometimes it was frustrating. Jin would give or do anything for Ahn-Bo.

He reached forward again and made a gentle gesture for Ahn-Bo to lean towards him. When he did, Jin wrapped his arm around broad shoulders again and buried his nose in the crook of the wolf’s neck. That silly little expression from just before floated up through his mind again like a ghost and it took everything in his power to bite it back. Instead, Jin grinned privately to himself and whispered “Joahae.” It was the understatement of the century, but it resonated more along their usual frequency. Or at least it should, Jin thought, as the memory of the first time he’d declared himself to Ahn-Bo in a similar blurt flashed across his mind.

(They’d been young then and he’d been red from temple to toe, staring at his feet like an idiot. But his conviction had held.)

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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 chill of Jin's arm wrapped around his shoulder was a pleasant contrast to the heat of his own body. A shiver went up his spine as he slid inside with a soft groan. "Joahae." Ahn-Bo couldn't stop the chuckle at that. Of course Jin liked him. He'd told him that when they'd been young—and frequently since. Considering their current position, he also thought it rather obvious. It was nice to hear nevertheless, though he suspected Jin said it so often because he needed to hear it returned. Personally, Ahn-Bo had only needed to hear it the one time. "Joahae," he grinned as his pace began to build. Already, he felt the pressure begin to build at the base of his spine.

With one hand, he gripped Jin's hip and pulled him down harder, using the momentum to increase the effects of his thrusts. The other hand had tangled itself in Jin's hair, pulling the strands back hard. The curve of Jin's neck was his for the taking, already blooming with the marks Ahn-Bo had left. Wanton, animalistic growls escaped him as he reached a bruising pace.

With Jin pinned beneath him, he pressed disjointed hot kisses along the curve, following it along to his jaw and then his mouth once more, puffy and bleeding. The pressure in his spine was more insistent. He would not finish until Jin had. He was determined. The noises that came from Jin and the sounds of slapping flesh nearly did him in. Light-headed and panting heavily, he felt himself approaching that free fall. His rhythm became disjointed, and then, thank the gods, Jin was pushed over the edge. Ahn-Bo went right along with him, the wave of ecstasy shattering his very being into a million pieces.

  

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