He leaned down, his mouth brushing against Jin's shoulder—
Nipping, biting, marking every inch of skin as he went.
"No one else gets to hear you like this. No one else gets to touch you like this. You're *mine."*
Every touch was rough, demanding.
Every mark was a claim.
And every word left Jin more wrecked, more desperate—
"Yours," he whispered again,* "God, Ming Ji, I—"
"Shhh…."
Ming Ji bit down on a spot just below Jin's collarbone—hard enough to bruise.
"Don't speak. I don't want to hear anything from that mouth," he growled, voice rough and hungry,* "except my name."
Jin shivered against him. He knew exactly what Ming Ji wanted to hear. What he was going to *make* him say.
There was a moment of silence as Ming Ji continued to mark him—
Claiming every place he could reach with his mouth and hands.
Then, finally, he pulled back to look at him.
"I want to hear you say something else."
Jin's voice was barely more than a whisper at this point,* "Anything. Gods, Ming Ji, whatever you—"
"There's one word I want you to say again."
Something about the tone of that voice made Jin shiver, even more than the possessive way Ming Ji had been touching him.
He swallowed, meeting his gaze, and in that moment, there was no hesitation or doubt in his eyes.
Only desire.
"Anything," he whispered again.
A dark smile touched Ming Ji's lips.
"Then," he murmured, "I want you to say, 'Please, Ming Ji. I need you. Now.'"
Jin's breath hitched.
He could feel the heat in his face, the way his body trembled beneath Ming Ji's hands.
Saying it—those exact words—felt like surrendering completely.
But he wanted to. Needed to.
So with a shaky breath, he whispered:
"Please… Ming Ji… I need you…"
His voice cracked on the last word—
"Now."
The second it left his lips, Ming Ji's eyes *darkened.*
A low growl rumbled in his throat as he claimed Jin's mouth again—deep, hungry,
*triumphant.*
"You've got me," he breathed against his lips. "Now and always."
Ming Ji pulled back just enough to look into Jin's eyes—silver burning into brown.
"Stay with me," he murmured, voice rough with need. "Don't look away."
Then, slowly—he began to remove the rest of their clothes.
Each piece tossed aside like it was never meant to be between them.
And when nothing was left… when they were finally skin to skin—
He pressed close, heat meeting heat.
Jin gasped at the contact—every inch of him on fire.
Jin felt every inch of Ming Ji against him—hard and *wanting.*
He shivered, hips rocking instinctively,
needing the friction—needing *something.*
But when he tried to reach for him, to pull him in even closer…
Ming Ji grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the bed again.
"No. You stay right where you are."
He looked down, meeting Jin's gaze—
Those eyes were *dark.*
"I'm in control here."
Jin let out a breathless sound, half-whine and half-gasp.
He was helpless like this, completely at Ming Ji's mercy—
And damn if it wasn't the most incredible feeling in the world.
His body was on fire, every nerve alight with need. But he could only lie there, wrists held tight in Ming Ji's grip—
Every single point of contact burning like a brand.
Ming Ji leaned down, his lips brushing Jin's ear.
"You feel that?" he murmured, voice low and rough. "How hot you are? How *tight*?"
Jin shuddered, a soft whimper escaping him as Ming Ji's knee pressed between his thighs—just enough to tease.
"You're trembling," he continued,* "because you know what's coming… don't you?"
Jin nodded helplessly,* breath coming in shallow gasps.*
"I do… I do…"
He nipped at Jin's earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
Then his free hand began to move—
Slowly, teasingly, trailing down his body.
*Light. Barely there.*
But everywhere he touched burned like fire.
Jin shivered, his body arching involuntarily, trying to get more friction—
Any friction.
But he was pinned firmly to the bed, unable to move.*
"Don't. Move."
Ming Ji bit out the command against his skin.
Jin gasped, his body tense.
He was getting desperate now, trembling beneath Ming Ji—
Needing him.
"Ming Ji, please…" He couldn't help the way the words escaped him, a raw and ragged plea. "I can't, I need—please…"
Ming Ji looked down at him, eyes darkened by heat and need—and something else. Something fierce and possessive.
"Beg," he growled,* "Beg me for what you want."
Jin's breath hitched, his voice breaking as he whispered:
"Please... I need you *inside me,* Ming Ji—*please.*"
The words were barely audible, trembling with desperation.
Ming Ji let out a low, rough sound—like it tore from somewhere deep.
And then—
he finally released one of Jin's wrists,
sliding his hand down to grip his hip instead.
"Say it again," he demanded softly,* "Louder."
**"Please."**
Jin's voice was stronger this time, pleading, wanting, *begging.*
He arched against Ming Ji as much as he could with his wrists still pinned to the bed.
"Please, I—" he let out a low, shaky breath, desperate. "I need you to… *take* me."
Ming Ji was breathing hard now, his eyes dark and burning as he looked down at him.
"And who do you want to take you?" he growled.* "Say it."
Jin was shaking now, his body taut, every inch of him *aching* in the most delicious way.
And then, through the haze of need… he understood what Ming Ji was asking for.
Not just what he wanted, but
what he wanted to *hear.*
And that only served to make the fire in his veins burn hotter.
His voice was ragged, ragged and *desperate.*
"You, Ming Ji… *please…* I need you to take me."
The words sent a jolt through Ming Ji—
Every ounce of his self-control was unraveling.
He tightened his grip on Jin's hip, fingers digging into his skin.
"More," he growled, eyes dark and burning.
"Say it again… tell me who you *belong to.*"
Jin's breath was coming in ragged gasps, his mind a heady fog of need and want.
But somehow, through it, he managed to breathe:
"You… I belong to you."