#sinpatterned

The minute they were off stage he just couldn't keep his hands to himself. He shot right to the others side, ready to devour him right then and there, just to have to hold on a few minutes longer for some sort of post-show peptalk. And the moment that was over he was dragging Romance to one of their dressing rooms.

it's  the  brazenness  that's  been  building  up  throughout  the  past  few  weeks  that  drives  hyung-min  to  utter  this  small  challenge  of  his.  every  single  one  of  romance  and  his  interactions  are  framed  by  his  boundaries,  by  what  he  is  willing  to  surrender  and  offer  to  the  oter.  and  he  prefers  it  that  way,  of  course  ⸺  being  in  control  of  their  progress  ⸺  and  appreciates  that  romance  is  apparently  so  very  willing  to  indulge  him  in  whatever  way  he  needs.  still,  he  can't  help  but  be  CURIOUS.  what  exactly  is  it  that  romance  himself  wants,  how  far  will  he  go  if  offered  the  chance?  and  it's  only  because  hyung-min  does  trust  him  enough  to  stop  even  while  taking  more  than  he's  been  given  before  that  he's  comfortable  even  CONSIDERING  being  this  forward.

the  hunger  and  want  flaring  up  in  romance  are  plain  to  observe,  and  hyung-min  all  but  attentively  observes  the  switch  from  the  usual  composure,  the  way  the  other  approaches  him.  he  doesn't  move  from  his  spot,  only  tips  his  chin  up  slightly  to  look  at  romance  properly  even  when  standing  together  so  closely.  almost  automatically,  he  arches  just  the  slightest  bit  toward  him  feeling  a  hand  at  the  small  of  his  back.  willing  to  be  pliable  this  time,  to  dance  on  that  tightrope  of  just  enough  and  almost  too  much.  hyung-min  raises  a  hand,  fingers  splaying  along  the  other  demon's  collarbone  to  exert  just  enough  force  to  keep  romance  right  where  he  is,  breath  ghosting  over  his  lips.

Tension was always the highest between them after a show. When they were already hot and running off the adrenaline, there was almost no better time for the two of them. And he knew he was in for a treat when Romance pulled him away to their dressing room.

𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖇𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖘. how long have they been going back and forth with their edging games? it had begun as subtle touches here and there. jingyu thought he had been reading a little too much into them at first for how innocently timed they'd been, but with time they became more obvious, daring — until the first kiss took place. though not totally unexpected, it still took him by surprise how romance had chosen to approach it. these games? they had gone on for far too long, but oh did they pay off.

his bare back pressed against the headboard, eyes trained on the male laying on his stomach over the mattress between his thighs. oh, he enjoyed this point of view. being able to see even the curvature of romance's buttocks — who knew he hid such attributes beneath his clothing. he's only distracted by the latter's tongue, watching as they lick an agonisingly slow stripe on the underside of his cock before taking it between their lips. fuck.

his breath hitches, chest rising and falling rhymically in time with their tongue's strokes. he should've known romance was gifted in such craft, his mistake for not considering it. jingyu can't deny the sense of pride and fulfillment when the other takes every inch of his in his mouth, not even gagging as the head strokes the back of their throat. ❛ oh, yes— ❜ a soft, encouraging moan follows suit.

❛ can i? ❜ jingyu questions, daringly reaching out a hand to run through their hair before settling at the back of their head. a smirk settles on his features as the other's gaze meets his — oh, how he'd longed for this moment. with a firm hold on the back of romance's head, jingyu thrusts up to their mouth once to indicate what he wanted. ❛ open. ❜ a loud and clear instruction to part his lips a little wider, so jingyu could take the matter into his own hands.

throughout, he continues to instruct romance into doing exactly what he wants, so he can proceed to use his mouth, his throat to chase his own climax. it nears. jingyu feels so at the pit of his stomach, his thrusts briefly slow down, hips stuttering and struggling to match the necessary pace to tip him over. romance only briefly pulls back, the words come mumbles with a knowing smirk before he sinks back down, teeth lightly dragging along his shaft. ❛ ro— ❜ a moan rips through the room as he unloads, coating their tongue in his thick, near translucent seed.

PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER @heartpatterned/@sinpatterned

Dirty talk @sinpatterned/@heartpatterned

his lips don't split into a smile, though he wants to, but he figures it BEST to not STRAIN the area any further than it already had been. it is, possibly, not a surprise to romance or any of the saja boys that jingyu DOESN'T like to be touched. he is one to deflect, PUSH AWAY any and EVERY touch that he does not initiate — and yet, with a very niche, select few . . . he finds that his body welcomes their touch, CRAVES, ACHES for it. when romance leans in, his eyes immediately lock on theirs in SILENT questioning, and perhaps pleading. ❛ . . . i wasn't going to let him punch you. ❜ for someone usually so loud, his voice is rather small, HUSHED now.

his breath hitches as the other leans even closer. just how MUCH torture was the other going to submit him to? his knuckles turn white, hand closed in a TIGHT fist. he mustn't. the words loop and ECHO in his head. he should have pushed them away, but he didn't — nor did he want to. leaning towards their NECK, he daringly presses his lips to their skin, realising then that the other has him in their hand.

only then did his lips split into a small smirk. jingyu WANTED the other to feel his smugness against their skin as he REACHED for them, trying to pull him CLOSER. ❛ no promises, especially if you plan to do this EVERY time. ❜ a CONFESSION of his liking of romance's proximity, of their touch as HEAD-SPINNING of an experience as it was.