Jinu watches him set everything down with wide eyes, waiting for the moment he can pounce again. Th second Mystery coaxes him like that, Jinu is a predator leaping towards his pray. His eyes flash l and he’s on Mystery in a blink, shoving him up against the wall of the building, mouth on his neck. He’s insatiable - especially when it comes to Mystery. ]
his back hits the wall and he can't help huffing a laugh, both of his arms moving, one looping around jinu's waist while the opposite hand reaches to tangle through his hair again. a pleased little hum passes his lips and he doesn't resist teasing, winding his fingers around dark strands and tugging lightly.]
[ He's pressing his face into Mystery's neck and breathing deep, worrying a mark into pale skin. ]
Mhm.
[ He plants a hand on Mystery's chest, fingers splayed wide and brushing his collarbone, the other on the wall beside his head. He eases back to look at him, smile curling at his lips. The world is warm and fuzzy and sure, he's drunk, but not enough that he doesn't know what he's doing or what's going on. ]
[he continues brushing through jinu's hair, working his way back to his neck so he can cup his nape again, fingertips pressing gently yet firmly.
the rise and fall of his chest beneath jinu's hand is measured, deliberate in motion as he leans back to look at him. he can't resist smiling in kind, moving his other hand from jinu's waist to reach up between them and push his own lavender hair aside, that way he can meet jinu's gaze properly. he's starting to feel a faint warmth forming from his own shots, something light and easy, but still present.]
[ He doesn't have to be told twice. He narrows his gaze and fixates on Mystery's face, the rest of the world disappearing into a vacuum. All that matters is what's inside this bubble.
His fingers curl in Mystery's shirt and he leans in and brushes their noses together before he tilts his head and traces his tongue over Mystery's lips nice and slow. He does taste good, lemon drops aside. Smells good too. Sensory overload, and he presses flush up against him, pinning Mystery to the wall, Jinu wedging a knee between his thighs. ]
[he lets his hand lower again, pressing it against jinu's chest, his fingers splayed over his heart as if it might help him feel better. it doesn't exactly work like that, but it makes him feel good anyway.
and when jinu leans in to brush their noses together, he exhales a soft breath, his mouth popping open with a soft ah after jinu's tongue moves over his lips. he's never thought much about what he smells like; a mixture of bamboo and matcha, something earthy yet soft and delightful, he imagines it probably does smell good. even with the liquor tainting him, jinu still smells great too, and it makes him want to press closer, which in turn has him grinding against the knee jinu's got between his thighs. it makes him groan, his other hand curling in jinu's hair, lightly pulling at the dark strands again.]
[ Jinu wears one of the most expensive perfumes imaginable, Shamukh, so he's a solid combo of sandalwood, musk, ylang-ylang and liquor tonight. Among other notes, but he's not even remotely thinking about that.
He drops his hands and shoves them up Mystery's shirt, fanning over his chest before he drags his nails down over his skin and licks his way into Mystery's mouth. Damn he tastes good and Jinu savors it, kisses him long and slow and languid, a stark contrast to what he's doing to his skin. nails raking, pinching and thumbing over nipples, riding his thigh up between Mystery's legs. ]
[mystery is thinking about it, but that's because he's right there and can smell it. maybe one of these days, jinu will have to introduce him to something fancier, it would be interesting to try.
a breathless noise passes between them when those hands find his skin and the nails follow, causing him to open his mouth a little wider so he can accept jinu's tongue. he wriggles slightly, still pressing impossibly closer, a shiver running through him at jinu's wandering hands. he moans this time, low and long, the hand not toying with jinu's hair moving to dip underneath his shirt so he can return the touching, his own nails scraping over the spanse of his chest.]
[ Jinu is a greedy little thing; his hands wander and one drops town to slip between Mystery's thighs to grope. His kiss is filthy, messy, a growl in his chest before he breaks away to breathe, eyes bright. ]
I want you. Can I have you?
[ Shots be damned, he wants Mystery, wants him on his back and wrapped around Jinu like a vice, like the world is ending tomorrow. ]
[his breath catches as that hand moves between his legs, the hand that's wandering moving to grip jinu's hip like he needs to balance himself out, and whenever jinu moves away, his own breath comes heavily, like they've been kissing for hours rather than minutes.]
Of course. Right here?
[it's (mostly) a joke; he doesn't think jinu will really want to fuck him outside, but he has to ask anyway, for the sake of impatience.]
Tempting, [ He murmurs, mouthing along Mystery's skin, moving up the line of his jaw to catch his ear with sharp teeth. ]
But I'd rather have you on your back, in bed. [ Where he can touch and explore, tease him and give him hell for that last stunt he pulled, going down on Jinu then stopping.
[he hums with amusement, tilting to let jinu move over his jaw to his ear, his eyes briefly flashing golden before he nods with agreement.]
Your room this time, [mystery decides, his hands reaching to rest at jinu's shoulders where he can lightly drag his nails across him. and hey, it'd been worth it, hadn't it? regardless of how cruel it'd been at the time.
but whatever jinu has planned for him, he'll take it in stride; it really is only fair after what he did.]
His arms slip around Mystery and he yanks him close, flush against his body, before he simply teleports them to his room, depositing them directly on the bed - because why wait any longer? It makes it easier for Jinu's hands to start working Mystery's clothes off, fumbling with his pants, clumsy fingers tugging at them, pulling them down. ]
[it steals his breath away, being pulled in close like that, but he finds it again, exhaling a huff as he hooks both arms around jinu's shoulders to hold on while he teleports them. he reopens his eyes the moment they're in bed and glances down to where jinu is working on get his pants off, a small smile lifting his lips at the edges.]
Here, hold on.
[which he knows is probably hard, but he shifts his hips, lifting them slightly and moving his hands to help push the probably too-tight material down and off.]
[ It is hard, but he manages to give Mystery room to shove them off. It gives him a moment to fumble with his own, wriggle out of those impossibly skinny jeans he wears and kick them on the floor. It's a mess of clumsy hands and shuffling around, but they'll get there in the end. He doesn't bother with his shirt, just leans over and yanks the nightstand drawer open and snatches the first bottle he feels.
Not bothering to shut it, he's back on Mystery in seconds, back on his lips, devouring him hungry and greedy, palm on his cheek, skin warm under his fingertips. ]
[those damn jeans will be the death of him someday, but at least he gets them off and onto the floor, his legs moving carefully to do so, that way he doesn't accidentally put a knee where it doesn't belong or something. he considers removing his shirt and then going for jinu's next, but his focus is drawn elsewhere for the moment and that's to the fact they're both naked from the waist down; it causes him to reach his hands out and grip jinu's ass, his hips rolling up so he can grind against him like it'll make him move quicker. (maybe it will, maybe it won't, but it feels good either way.)
and hopefully it doesn't distract him too much from what he's doing with the drawer or from the kiss. he leans to meet jinu better, breath a little heavy, one hand drifting up along his back and over his shoulderblade where he scrapes his fingernails for good measure.
the compliment makes him blush, his head ducking slightly as he does.] Jinu, please... [you're going to kill him.]
[ He shivers over top of him, Mystery's nails raking down his back sending a jolt straight to his dick.
He's not even going to bother with his shirt, or Mystery's - he's hungry and then Mystery has to go and say please, and his resolve goes right out of the window. ]
You are, [ he repeats, fumbling between them, unwilling to pull away from Mystery's mouth which does make it a little difficult to uncap a bottle. He's going to make a mess, dripping it all over both himself, mystery, and his sheets, but he's tipsy enough to not care, and desperate enough to claim Mystery that it doesn't matter and it's a problem for later. ]
I need- [ Bottle tossed aside, his hands scramble for Mystery's hips and yanks him flush, reaching between them to position himself and press, juuuust the tip.
[it takes all his willpower to not try and hide his face in his hands. thankfully, he can focus on moving them over jinu's body, fingertips dragging, his nails sometimes following after, though once he brings them around to rest on jinu's chest, he simply holds steady there and twists them up in his partner's shirt.
one good thing about still having their shirts on is he has something he can use as leverage, something to hold jinu close while he's meeting his mouth, his gaze briefly downcasting as jinu works at getting the bottle open.]
So are you. [because if he at least turns it around on jinu, he isn't worrying about how it makes him feel to be complimented. this helps and so does the sensation of something wet hitting his skin; it proves to be a good distraction, even if he doesn't twist to look, particularly because he knows what it is, so he needn't try and figure it out. still, it feels cool and slick and he concentrates on that— at least until jinu's hands find his hips.
he tips his head back at that, eyelashes fluttering, a low, drawn-out groan passing his lips as jinu presses into him. it's not enough and he immediately wants more, but he tries to be patient, shifting his legs until he can rest his knees against jinu's sides.
two can play at this game, though. he loosens one hand from jinu's shirt, slides it up underneath the material and drags his nails down, raking from his collarbone to his hip, then he latches on. he's not quite forcing jinu to move, but the pressure is there, a silent promise that he will do whatever is necessary to eventually draw him closer if jinu doesn't move first.]
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on 2025-10-27 04:10 am (UTC)Jinu watches him set everything down with wide eyes, waiting for the moment he can pounce again. Th second Mystery coaxes him like that, Jinu is a predator leaping towards his pray. His eyes flash l and he’s on Mystery in a blink, shoving him up against the wall of the building, mouth on his neck. He’s insatiable - especially when it comes to Mystery. ]
You taste good.
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on 2025-10-27 04:17 am (UTC)his back hits the wall and he can't help huffing a laugh, both of his arms moving, one looping around jinu's waist while the opposite hand reaches to tangle through his hair again. a pleased little hum passes his lips and he doesn't resist teasing, winding his fingers around dark strands and tugging lightly.]
Are you sure that isn't just the alcohol?
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on 2025-10-27 12:24 pm (UTC)Mhm.
[ He plants a hand on Mystery's chest, fingers splayed wide and brushing his collarbone, the other on the wall beside his head. He eases back to look at him, smile curling at his lips. The world is warm and fuzzy and sure, he's drunk, but not enough that he doesn't know what he's doing or what's going on. ]
I'm sure.
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on 2025-10-27 04:49 pm (UTC)the rise and fall of his chest beneath jinu's hand is measured, deliberate in motion as he leans back to look at him. he can't resist smiling in kind, moving his other hand from jinu's waist to reach up between them and push his own lavender hair aside, that way he can meet jinu's gaze properly. he's starting to feel a faint warmth forming from his own shots, something light and easy, but still present.]
So, taste me more, then.
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on 2025-10-27 06:26 pm (UTC)His fingers curl in Mystery's shirt and he leans in and brushes their noses together before he tilts his head and traces his tongue over Mystery's lips nice and slow. He does taste good, lemon drops aside. Smells good too. Sensory overload, and he presses flush up against him, pinning Mystery to the wall, Jinu wedging a knee between his thighs. ]
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on 2025-10-28 03:35 am (UTC)and when jinu leans in to brush their noses together, he exhales a soft breath, his mouth popping open with a soft ah after jinu's tongue moves over his lips. he's never thought much about what he smells like; a mixture of bamboo and matcha, something earthy yet soft and delightful, he imagines it probably does smell good. even with the liquor tainting him, jinu still smells great too, and it makes him want to press closer, which in turn has him grinding against the knee jinu's got between his thighs. it makes him groan, his other hand curling in jinu's hair, lightly pulling at the dark strands again.]
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on 2025-10-28 01:11 pm (UTC)He drops his hands and shoves them up Mystery's shirt, fanning over his chest before he drags his nails down over his skin and licks his way into Mystery's mouth. Damn he tastes good and Jinu savors it, kisses him long and slow and languid, a stark contrast to what he's doing to his skin. nails raking, pinching and thumbing over nipples, riding his thigh up between Mystery's legs. ]
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on 2025-10-28 04:57 pm (UTC)a breathless noise passes between them when those hands find his skin and the nails follow, causing him to open his mouth a little wider so he can accept jinu's tongue. he wriggles slightly, still pressing impossibly closer, a shiver running through him at jinu's wandering hands. he moans this time, low and long, the hand not toying with jinu's hair moving to dip underneath his shirt so he can return the touching, his own nails scraping over the spanse of his chest.]
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on 2025-10-29 12:51 pm (UTC)I want you. Can I have you?
[ Shots be damned, he wants Mystery, wants him on his back and wrapped around Jinu like a vice, like the world is ending tomorrow. ]
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on 2025-10-29 02:05 pm (UTC)Of course. Right here?
[it's (mostly) a joke; he doesn't think jinu will really want to fuck him outside, but he has to ask anyway, for the sake of impatience.]
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on 2025-10-29 11:26 pm (UTC)But I'd rather have you on your back, in bed. [ Where he can touch and explore, tease him and give him hell for that last stunt he pulled, going down on Jinu then stopping.
Even if there'd been a point. Still.]
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on 2025-10-30 02:17 am (UTC)Your room this time, [mystery decides, his hands reaching to rest at jinu's shoulders where he can lightly drag his nails across him. and hey, it'd been worth it, hadn't it? regardless of how cruel it'd been at the time.
but whatever jinu has planned for him, he'll take it in stride; it really is only fair after what he did.]
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on 2025-10-30 02:30 pm (UTC)His arms slip around Mystery and he yanks him close, flush against his body, before he simply teleports them to his room, depositing them directly on the bed - because why wait any longer? It makes it easier for Jinu's hands to start working Mystery's clothes off, fumbling with his pants, clumsy fingers tugging at them, pulling them down. ]
Help, get this-- off--
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on 2025-10-30 05:07 pm (UTC)Here, hold on.
[which he knows is probably hard, but he shifts his hips, lifting them slightly and moving his hands to help push the probably too-tight material down and off.]
lol hard
on 2025-11-03 12:39 am (UTC)Not bothering to shut it, he's back on Mystery in seconds, back on his lips, devouring him hungry and greedy, palm on his cheek, skin warm under his fingertips. ]
You're so hot.
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on 2025-11-03 04:35 am (UTC)and hopefully it doesn't distract him too much from what he's doing with the drawer or from the kiss. he leans to meet jinu better, breath a little heavy, one hand drifting up along his back and over his shoulderblade where he scrapes his fingernails for good measure.
the compliment makes him blush, his head ducking slightly as he does.] Jinu, please... [you're going to kill him.]
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on 2025-11-03 07:38 pm (UTC)He's not even going to bother with his shirt, or Mystery's - he's hungry and then Mystery has to go and say please, and his resolve goes right out of the window. ]
You are, [ he repeats, fumbling between them, unwilling to pull away from Mystery's mouth which does make it a little difficult to uncap a bottle. He's going to make a mess, dripping it all over both himself, mystery, and his sheets, but he's tipsy enough to not care, and desperate enough to claim Mystery that it doesn't matter and it's a problem for later. ]
I need- [ Bottle tossed aside, his hands scramble for Mystery's hips and yanks him flush, reaching between them to position himself and press, juuuust the tip.
Sober enough to still be an ass, apparently. ]
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on 2025-11-04 06:15 am (UTC)one good thing about still having their shirts on is he has something he can use as leverage, something to hold jinu close while he's meeting his mouth, his gaze briefly downcasting as jinu works at getting the bottle open.]
So are you. [because if he at least turns it around on jinu, he isn't worrying about how it makes him feel to be complimented. this helps and so does the sensation of something wet hitting his skin; it proves to be a good distraction, even if he doesn't twist to look, particularly because he knows what it is, so he needn't try and figure it out. still, it feels cool and slick and he concentrates on that— at least until jinu's hands find his hips.
he tips his head back at that, eyelashes fluttering, a low, drawn-out groan passing his lips as jinu presses into him. it's not enough and he immediately wants more, but he tries to be patient, shifting his legs until he can rest his knees against jinu's sides.
two can play at this game, though. he loosens one hand from jinu's shirt, slides it up underneath the material and drags his nails down, raking from his collarbone to his hip, then he latches on. he's not quite forcing jinu to move, but the pressure is there, a silent promise that he will do whatever is necessary to eventually draw him closer if jinu doesn't move first.]