[jin] A kiss with open eyes
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morendoTitle:: A kiss with open eyes
Pairing: Jin-centric
Rating: R
Words: 331
Summary: AU; It wasn't something Jin usually did.
A/N: Foranamuan.
It wasn’t something he usually did; it was quite impolite to be kissing with your eyes wide open.
Jin lets him kiss him, eyes closed, hands slipping underneath the hem of his shirt. It was his job.
Jin lets them kiss him, lowering their defenses by opening himself to them; such is the synergic result of his efforts, the nature of his profession. He has been waiting for a while, truth on the down low, yet amassing a reputation. Jin lives a lie if he has to. They call him beautiful, and they call him exquisite. He lets them tease cries of pleasure from his lips, moans laced with sweet desire that raises bumps on their skins. He lets them press lips to his own, lets them curl slick fingers inside him. They ask him to please use his mouth, and he obliges.
If you have it, flaunt it, that's what they told him before.
He throws his head back against the lush pillows once in a while, enjoying the tangy taste of sex in his mouth, enjoying the thrill of exposing himself to danger and coming out unscathed. He knows when the time is ripe, the scent heavy in the air, and Jin pulls on his leather gloves, brings out the paraphernalia. Kink has always been a customer favourite amongst men of power, a situation of submission that they can control.
“Yesss,” they hiss into his ear as they drag his head back by his hair.
“Your pleasure is my only desire,” Jin smirks, and they think he’s playing his role perfectly.
He takes them where they want to go, but he doesn’t bring them back. They really don’t know what’s good for them, when one by one, they submit to the Organization for fear of Death. Jin has a kiss of poison and his fingers burn a trail of fire at the spine of their necks.
Kissing with open eyes wasn’t something Jin usually did, until it was time.
Pairing: Jin-centric
Rating: R
Words: 331
Summary: AU; It wasn't something Jin usually did.
A/N: For
anamuan.It wasn’t something he usually did; it was quite impolite to be kissing with your eyes wide open.
Jin lets him kiss him, eyes closed, hands slipping underneath the hem of his shirt. It was his job.
Jin lets them kiss him, lowering their defenses by opening himself to them; such is the synergic result of his efforts, the nature of his profession. He has been waiting for a while, truth on the down low, yet amassing a reputation. Jin lives a lie if he has to. They call him beautiful, and they call him exquisite. He lets them tease cries of pleasure from his lips, moans laced with sweet desire that raises bumps on their skins. He lets them press lips to his own, lets them curl slick fingers inside him. They ask him to please use his mouth, and he obliges.
If you have it, flaunt it, that's what they told him before.
He throws his head back against the lush pillows once in a while, enjoying the tangy taste of sex in his mouth, enjoying the thrill of exposing himself to danger and coming out unscathed. He knows when the time is ripe, the scent heavy in the air, and Jin pulls on his leather gloves, brings out the paraphernalia. Kink has always been a customer favourite amongst men of power, a situation of submission that they can control.
“Yesss,” they hiss into his ear as they drag his head back by his hair.
“Your pleasure is my only desire,” Jin smirks, and they think he’s playing his role perfectly.
He takes them where they want to go, but he doesn’t bring them back. They really don’t know what’s good for them, when one by one, they submit to the Organization for fear of Death. Jin has a kiss of poison and his fingers burn a trail of fire at the spine of their necks.
Kissing with open eyes wasn’t something Jin usually did, until it was time.
