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Bou ~ Kyu Bonds - THE MOVIE

Wrapping his arms under the others knees, he lifted his lower body up so he could press kisses to his stomach. Nipping lightly at his hip bones, tongue swirling under his belly button. His own erection strained against his jeans, the first time he’d been this hard since his first kill. “Absolutely perfect…”

He wanted to touch him, he wanted to feel every part of his body connect to Jiyong. A smile graced his lips, when he felt the kisses on his stomach, matching the nervous butterflies caged inside. Bou watched him, moistening his lips. "You weren't thinking I was perfect before.." he joked in a hushed voice, afraid that if he spoke any louder this all might have been a dream or he would break any spell that was cast. He kept the smile on his face as his body responded to the teases, his hips bulking upward in a pleading motion, begging for more, his own erection making itself known.

Any other person might have been nervous- after all, it was technically his first time with another man. But Jiyong was always full of confidence- even in the face of the current moment. His fingers never faltered as they rubbed over the other, the motions coming naturally. It occurred to Ji that this would be the first time he would be having sex just for the pleasure of it, but it was a thought that sat in the far back of his mind.

Bou's hips slowly started to rock against his hand, amazed that even with this small form of friction, it felt like he knew his body. How he liked to be handled, he could tell from just this small act. Bou made an effort to kiss him back, sliding his tongue over Jiyong's to shove it in his mouth, to taste every inch of it. His hands worked their own magic, pushing the half torn shirt off his lean shoulders to expose more skin for his nails to claw at.

I love you. The words rose to his mind, but he refused to let them leave his mouth. Jiyong had only just met this man, there was no way he could love him. But he did, fuck he did. His heart was full of it, and he’d never felt love. Never. His father had felt pride in him. His fans ‘loved’ him. So to feel this emotion- it was so utterly foreign that he could barely comprehend what it was. “Never again….” He whispers softly. “I wont leave you again.” what are you saying- The voice he was so used to hearing coming from his mouth startled him to hear whispering through his head. It was like when he was a kid again, when the blackouts begun. 

Bou pulled back from Jiyong to cup his face with his long pale fingers. He wanted to say so much to him but yet nothing at all. He was content with being in his arms here and now, but was Jiyong comfortable. Bou never forgot he wanted this man. He wanted him now...fuck these past feelings. Those could wait. His body screamed for what it used to feel. For gentle but rough, passionate touches. He wanted to be broken by this man..wanted to feel alive like he once was. "Please" It came out like a plea for Jiyong to come and fill his need. "Please, Jiyong.." he felt natural but embarrassing. Why would he say that?

"It feels like I do. I’ve seen you before. I’ve been here before, with you in my arms. I’ve held you close and rained kisses upon your skin. I’ve heard your moans despite only just meeting you. I’ve memorized this body with fingers and lips…." The words spilled out as easily as any of his lyrics, truth ringing in every word despite not knowing where they came from. "You are mine…." The words were whispered like a prayer, fingertips sliding down to where the others heart would have beat were he alive. "I…. I am yours." His palm pressed over the unbeating organ, his own beating fast enough for the both of them.

Bou was warm once, many, many years ago. Blood pumped through his viens, able to sweat, breathe like a human. Cry like a human. Grief like a human. This touch brought back horrible memories of being left alone. Worried over someone he gave his soul too. Hurt that the love would never be found again. Bou wrapped his legs around the mans' hips, pushing himself even more closer than he already was. " I am yours.." He whispered just as Jiyong did moments before. "But," he swallowed the old pain that were coming back from centuries ago. His young 23 year old self seemed to be coming out of him again. Drench in fabrics of silk, hair as long as his legs..."You left me."  

Bou's hands traveled from his back to his side, mesmerized by what was on top of him. Fuck it. He wanted to say. Stop asking questions and let their bodies ask and answer. He was a more physical being anyways. Having Jiyong's hand over his cheek felt...normal. It felt like it was supposed to be there. Bou slowly sat up on the table, placing his hands in his lap.

Ji cracked his neck as he sat up, fingers liding over him as if memorizing his body. The name didn’t fit the other- it wasn’t right. It tasted like a lie, bitter against his tongue. “Whats your real name?” He asks, uncharacteristically calm. This was a side of him not even he knew about, a side of him he’d lost years ago under spewed hated words of his mother.  

Just second before he was filled with lust, passion maybe, filled with rage and murderous intent. But now...something was different. Why was he so calm? Questions filled his head, wondering what all of this meant and why out of all the days he has been alive. "What are you, Kwon Jiyong?" He asked in return, finding his arms able to wrap them around the mysterious man's torso. "Why am I drawn to you? And why do I shiver from under your touch...Who are you?"

His chest was heaving beneath the palm on his chest as he looked down at the other, licking his lips at the question. “Who am i? Funny… shouldn’t i be asking you that?” A smirk formed on his face only to be washed away by a memory that wasnt his- of this man in another time. Beneath him just as he was now. “Jiyong. Kwon Jiyong.” He mumbles, not knowing why he gave his given name to the other. “G Dragon. Korean rapper, fashion icon.” The words rumbled from him as he tried to lean back down to claim the others lips once more.

He swore. He shouldn't be doing this right now, he was so vunerable under the light of day and he got himself, practically naked outside, under a fucking tent that wasn't helping his condition. His clothes were his only layer of protection from the godforsaken Sun. He wouldn't have hid himself like a scared animal under a man he just met but, he felt that he would help him..protect him even. His instincts told him that and they weren't usually wrong. "Cover me up..." 

His managers frantic voice filled his ears before everything faded away with the kiss. Pictures flew everywhere as he laid the other down on it, hand son either side of him. He got a vague impression of security pushing fans away to try to close off the tent as pictures were snapped, videos taken. Hands tugged at his shirt, his managers scolding him even knowing Ji did what he wanted, when he wanted. They knew there was no stopping him and so did their best to control the situation by closing the flaps of the tent to hide the two males from the view of the fan girls. Jis fingers tugged at the males layer of clothes, irritated growl leaving him again as he decided to basically just shred the fabric and pull it from him in strips when his impatience won out.

Bou finally found the strength to reach up and grip on to the others shirt. His nails dug in the fabric to rip it open with a strong tug. If Bou was fed probably today a blush would have been apparent on his face. He recognized this chest. It was strong..built. He pressed his hand against it, his head pounding. Who was this? He pulled his lips away from the stranger and looked him over, "Who are you..?" He asked breathlessly.  

I wont apologize for my muse im not sorry. hes an asshole. which is why i put up warnings. 

The thought had him growling and pulling away, dropping the male even as he breathed heavily and wiped blood from his lips. He couldn’t let himself be addicted, wouldnt let himself. Anger surged and mixed with lust, the back of his palm slashing down across the full cheek of the other, rings cutting into flesh.

Bou reached out, digging his hand into the loose clothing the other wore and roughly tugged him to his body once again. He dug his fingers into his fabric, making sure that he couldn't pull away that easily. His other hand, well, with his body having a mind of its own at the moment, its finger trailed down his side, until reaching the hem of his pants. Bou wanted these off. He wanted chaos, blood..lust. He felt it radiating from both of them. Was it the time and place for this? No. Of course not. But who was there to stop him from getting what he wanted. No one. The palm of his hand cupped the tent in his jeans, slowly rubbing against him, the smile never leaving his face. 

His breathing was quicker then it should have been in the proximity of the person, his gaze dropping to his lips. Why did he feel like this? What the hell was this sudden feeling flooding through him? Lust? Need? Jiyong rarely felt such things and yet, this close to them, all he could think about was kissing him. A mental fuck it resounded in his head before he crushed his lips against the offenders, dragging him upwards as he angled his lips over theirs hard enough to break skin with his teeth.

His memory covered his face, he wasn't in this world, thinking of something that he thought of since the day he was reborn. Bou's mind was cut off, feeling hot breath against his lips. He frowned at how close he was to the other, he could easily push him off but something stopped him. His body refused to push this boy away from him. The vampire opened his mouth to speak but, quickly cut off by a pair of lips. His body instantly melted against his mouth. Why was it reacting in such a way? Was it because he was good looking? How shallow could Bou get today... He tasted blood. who was bleeding? He didn't care. He only wanted to keep kissing him, to keep him close to him.The crowds seemed to mesh together, fade away as the kiss deepened. Hesitantly, he reached up to pull at the arrogant boy's jacket, pulling him close. He only wanted these lips against his, leaving all logic behind him.