hwan hears everything. every hitch of breath, every broken syllable that falls out of jay's mouth, he hears it all like it's his own personal brand of drug, and he doesn't rush. that's the thing about him. the more undone jay gets, the more settled hwan becomes, like they're running opposite currents but reaching the same goal at the end. his grip on jay's leg stays firm, not cruel, just present. grounding without asking for acknowledgment. his mouth doesn't let up, working against the thin skin of his inner thigh with a patience that borders on deliberate cruelty — though hwan would never call it that. he'd call it thorough. he pulls back when he's ready, not when jay asks. his tongue drags once, slow, across the mark he's left — sealing it, savoring it — and then he's lifting his head. his eyes find jay's face in the low light of the room and stay there, taking stock.
the flush crawling down his chest, the way his chest is still heaving, the dazed, glassy quality behind his eyes. his thumb traces a small circle against the jut of his hip, before his tongue darts back and licks at the sensitive wound. eyes ever present over jay's features, he moves along the other thigh with ease. ❛so sweet right here. sweet, then salty. you always taste so good. desperate and hungry and lovin'. ❜ he points out, kissing the opposite thigh once, twice, just like he prepared the other one, he does the same. his hand smooths up from jay's hip, along the plane of his stomach, unhurried. he can feel the way jay's pulse is still hammering — can hear it, actually, which isn't something he takes lightly. it settles something hungry in him, knowing how much jay feels this. knowing he's the reason for it. ❛ you're doing well, baby. ❜ hwan says, his palm flattens warm against jay's sternum for a moment, just long enough to feel his heartbeat under his hand before he moves again.
he doesn't make jay wait much longer. hwan isn't given to unnecessary delay once he's decided on something, and he's decided. he bites down on the opposite leg, his hand soothing the opposite now closing wound as he sinks down and drinks once more. ❛ i've got you, ❜ he murmurs against his skin, the words low, not particularly soft but certain in the way that hwan's certainty tends to go, his free hand moving, palming through and feeling jay grow harder with each passing moment. it makes hwan dizzy, the way jay is just as turned on as he is by doing this, as he sucks on his blood, his boyfriend seems to thrive in asking for more, and hwan can only comply. — ❛ i can smell you getting wet from here, yeobo. ❜ tainted lips with red smirk upward once, kissing open wound as he continues speaking, hot breath against it. ❛ ii bet i could make you come just like this. and i barely touched you.❜ he licks the wound again, sucking a bit further, taking hold of jay through breeches to feel him, warm and hard.