His words vibrated against Jin's throat, drawing a soft moan from his lips.
His body moved on its own, hips rocking against Ming Ji's without thinking.
The friction sent jolts of pure heat through him, as if his nerves were a live wire.
He felt Ming Ji shiver as well, his grip on Jin's waist tightening.
"*Look at you."*
"*Already coming undone, and I've barely touched you."*
His voice was low and rough—almost a growl.The sound sent heat pooling in Jin's stomach.
His head felt clouded, thoughts lost to a sea of pure sensation.
One of Ming Ji's hands slid lower, teasing the edge of his pants.
His fingertips barely brushed over the rising heat beneath, just enough to make Jin shudder.
"You're so sensitive."
Ming Ji's voice was rough, breath hot against his chest.
"I can feel your body burning for me.""So desperate," Ming Ji murmured, voice dropping even deeper.* "It's like you're begging for it."
His fingers brushed again, just as softly as before.
But this time, it made Jin gasp—
The touch was both too much and not enough.
His hips bucked up involuntarily, seeking friction.
"Please…" he found himself whispering, voice hoarse with need. "Ming Ji—please—"The sound of his name on Jin's lips sent a jolt through Ming Ji.
He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back—
But it was a losing battle.
Every whispered "*please,"* every breathless gasp, every movement of Jin's body against his was driving him closer to the edge.
He could feel his own control slipping.
"*So desperate…*" he repeated, voice rough and hungry. "Like you were made for me…""Like you've waited for this… waited for me…"
His mouth found Jin's collarbone again, nipping at the sensitive skin while his fingers continued teasing the edge of his pants.
His own body was taut, every muscle straining with need—
But he held back, just a little longer.
He wanted to push Jin further.
He needed to *see* him come apart beneath him."You want me, don't you?"
The question was half demand, half breathless whisper.
Ming Ji pulled back to look into Jin's eyes—
Silver met brown, and the world held still.
For an instant, everything else vanished.
There was only the heat burning between them,
The tension so thick you could *taste* it.
Then, ever so slowly, Jin nodded.
His eyes were feverish, lips parted—
Like he was drowning and Ming Ji was oxygen.The look on Jin's face was enough to break what was left of Ming Ji's restraint.
With a low growl, he pulled him down into a deep, desperate kiss—
Tongues and teeth, heat and need, all tangled together in a whirlwind of desire.
He rolled them over again so Jin was underneath him, holding his wrists above his head with one hand.
He broke the kiss just long enough to breathe against his mouth—
"*Say* it again."Every nerve in Jin's body was on fire.
Ming Ji's grip on his wrists was tight, holding him in place, and his weight on top of him was hard and possessive…
But the thing that made him *truly* helpless was his voice—
Rough, dark, demanding,
Like a command he *couldn't* refuse.
His own voice came out in a soft, needy gasp—
"I *need* you…"
"Please…"Every muscle in Ming Ji's body went taut at the sound of that single word:
*"Please."*
It was a sound he'd dreamed of for years—whispered across the shadows, calling to him through every dream.
Hearing it now, out loud, in the voice of the man he loved, *begging* for him—
It was more than he could take.
His grip on Jin's wrists tightened involuntarily.
"*Again,"* he growled softly.Jin's body arched slightly at the rough edge in Ming Ji's voice.
And he whispered it again, low and pleading:
"Please…"
That single word sent a shockwave through Ming Ji.
This time, he didn't hold back.
He let go of Jin's hands so he could pull off his shirt, then ran his own down his chest, his stomach…
"*You have no idea how long I've wanted you,"* he breathed, silver eyes burning. "How much I've wanted to hear you beg for me.""Begging for me to touch you…"
Ming Ji's hand skimmed down his stomach, teasing the bare skin just above the waistband of his pants.
His voice had gone even lower, almost a growl.
"*And to make you mine."*
Jin's breath caught in his chest as the words hit him. His entire body was trembling—
Heat and need and a raw, aching *want* that he'd never felt for anyone else.
His hips rocked against Ming Ji's almost on instinct, seeking friction…"*Look at you,"* Ming Ji murmured, voice rough.
He was holding himself back—barely—
Trying to prolong this moment, to savor the sound of Jin's moans and gasps and the way his body moved against his.
But it was getting harder.
That look—in those dark brown eyes, clouded with need, pleading with him silently…
Seeing all of that, *knowing* that it was all for him…
"I could take you apart just like this.""And I'm barely even *touching* you yet."
Ming Ji's eyes darkened with hunger.
He leaned down again, running his mouth along the line of Jin's jaw, his neck, his shoulder…
He left marks as he went, claiming him like he was marking a trail—
Every time he bit or sucked lightly at the soft skin, he felt Jin's breath catch.
He left a particularly dark mark at the base of his neck, then drew back slightly.
"Look at this… *mine*."Jin shivered as the word brushed over his skin.
He could feel it—the heat spreading from the mark like a brand.
*His.*
It made his stomach tighten and his pulse jump.
He reached for Ming Ji's face, pulling him back up gently until their lips were close—almost touching.
"Then…" he whispered, voice trembling with need,* "don't stop."ming Ji let out a low, rough sound—half growl, half surrender.
"*Don't stop?*" he murmured,* lips brushing Jin's with every word.* "You have no idea what you're asking for..."
And then—no more teasing, no more waiting—
He claimed Jin's mouth in a deep, possessive kiss as his hands finally slid down past the waistband of his pants.
Jin gasped into the kiss,* hips jerking up instinctively at the first real touch.*
Ming Ji didn't slow.
Didn't ease into it.
He wrapped a firm hand around him and stroked—slow at first,* then harder,* matching the rhythm of their frantic breaths.
"*This* is what you wanted?" he growled against his lips.* "Me touching you like I own every inch?"
Jin could only nod,* eyes squeezed shut,* back arching off the bed.*
"Yes…"
It was all he could say.
All he *needed* to say. With that word, all restraint left Ming Ji's body.
He pushed Jin back onto the bed, pinning him down, his hips pressing him into the mattress.
Every touch was like fire, as if he was determined to mark every inch of him.
"Say it again," he demanded softly. "Say you're mine."
The words came out in a breathless whisper:
"Yours… I'm yours…. "ming Ji let out a low, rough sound—like he'd been waiting his whole life to hear those words.
He leaned down, claiming Jin's mouth again—deep and fierce—as if sealing the vow between them.
His hand didn't stop moving.
Stroking, teasing, driving Jin higher with every glide.
Jin gasped into the kiss, body arching up instinctively, hips chasing more friction.
"Gods… Ming Ji—!"̶ ming ji broke the kiss just long enough to growl against his lips:
"*Louder.*"
His hand tightened, turning sharper, deeper.
"Let me hear you say it when I touch you like this."
Jin gasped, back arching off the bed.
"M-Ming Ji—! I'm—*ah!*—I'm yours! Only yours!"