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In hindsight, Kim Dokja should have known this was going to happen.
When a human is given too much power, they become hungry. Greedy. They relish in the thought of more.
It was a fact that had been so prevalent in his life, through the countless politicians shown on the dingy little television screens to his own relatives stealing his rightful money from that damned book his mother wrote.
Why would it be any different with Jinwoo?
"Hyung," said the reigning Monarch, an innocent lilt ringing through his words, "you should join me." The spoken words would have persuaded Dokja, if not for the context he used them in. Something akin to dread tightened in his throat, swallowing becoming a huge difficulty.
"What," he replied carefully, "do you mean, Jinwoo-yah?" He could feel his heart thudding, the blood rushing through his hands that clenched tighter. Jinwoo didn't mean that, right? He was just joking, yes?
No.
"Ah, you didn't hear me?" The other drawled out, breathing in with a tilt of his lips. Stalking closer, closer, Dokja forced himself to stay relaxed and level-headed, keeping his breathing consistent. Footsteps echoed on the ground, the heavy soles of Jinwoo's shoes triggering alarm bells throughout his brain. Danger, his head warned him, be careful. "I said, join me."
Pursed lips, trembling eyes, heavy chest, Dokja couldn't believe that Jinwoo, sweet young Jinwoo would ask something like this of him.
"Ahaha," he laughed uncertainly, taking a single step back to retain boundaries, "I hope you're kidding." He watched the other's eyebrows furrow with genuine confusion, head tilting like a lost puppy, and Dokja realised that he was not joking at all. Not a single bit. "Jinwoo—"
"Come on, Hyung!" The taller stepped forward, disregarding the personal boundary that Dokja tried establishing. "You want to have some fun, right?" A soft grin curled at his lips, hand reaching to its rightful placement on Kim Dokja's head. If it was a different day, he would have lent into the touch.
"But, Jinwoo-yah...." his breath hitches, scared, scared, "Killing the higher-ups? I don't think...." He didn't know how to continue his sentence.
An amused huff escapes the Monarch's lips, finding his Hyung so, so adorable. "It's okay," the fingers resting on his head start to dig in, "I'll protect you." His eyes search deep into Dokja, looking and waiting for the other to concede. Leaning down, a small trembled breath leaves the smaller. Ah, thought Jinwoo, so cute.
"Okay, but I don't think that killing the higher-ups are necessary—" his sentence is cut off as the hand in his hair starts to tug, pulling his head back and baring his neck. Jinwoo's other hand reaches up, placing itself onto the side of his neck with his thumb resting lightly on his pulse.
"They were planning on sending you away," Jinwoo counters with a dark gleam piercing through his eyes, "I will not allow that to happen. So," Dokja is scared, scared scared scared, he knows what Jinwoo is about to say but God, God he wishes he didn't, "I'll kill anybody who tries to touch you." The thumb that rested on his pulse starts to sink into the flesh of his neck, nail biting into the skin and Dokja's fingertips tremble.
Jinwoo can feel the erratic pulse of his beloved Hyung, and something in him softens slightly. A small sigh escapes his mouth, and he leans down to touch their foreheads together. A small, breathless chuckle is heard, and "You're really, so adorable you know?"
Dokja would say something back if his tongue wasn't as heavy as it is currently, lolling around uselessly. Adrenaline rushes through his veins, and the warmth of Jinwoo's hand that was digging into his neck was drowning out the stinging bite of the fingernail paving its way into his pulse. It suddenly lightens, however the hand that had tugged on his hair before now suddenly yanked with vigour. Jinwoo raises his head, glaring into the distance.
"Dokja-Hyung," his voice is gentle and calm, and Dokja hates how his own breathing stabilises at the certain and controlled tone of his young dongsaeng, "we should leave now." The hand that was previously rested on his neck now wrapped around his shoulders, pulling the man's head into his own neck. "You should cover your ears." is murmured into his ears. Confusion fills his body before yelled screams of agony started filling his ears, and he feels wet liquid splatter on the back of his neck. With his heart aching for those behind him, his trembling fingers brings themselves up and covers his ears, the now muffled curses being blocked out. Something is shaking, and he realises it's Jinwoo's chest as he laughs with bright, happy sadistic glee.
Absolute dread wraps around his neck like a leash, tightening with renowned vigour. Squinting his eyes closed harshly, Dokja pressed his hands against his ears even further to drown out the noise of Jinwoo's actions. With a huge gulp of air, the smaller stiffens, jolting when he feels a wet mouth press its lips against his temple, gently kissing with the softness of a lover.
He feels a rumble reverberate through to his forehead registering it as a low hum. He's scared. He's terrified . And a little, traitorous part of him wonders what Jinwoo looks like right now. What he looks like, grinning at the slaughter of the field. Cackling at the weak humans. Posturing, with the stance of a predator.
Bringing a hand up to the back of his beloved Hyung's head once again, Jinwoo surveys the field with narrowed, dark eyes. These fools. How stupid , did they think he was? Hand slowly petting Dokja-Hyung's nape, his grin tinges feral, right foot tapping against the floor lightly.
Kill them all . It is a command that could not be refused by one who had heard it.
The living, chooses to obey.
The dead, obey.
Mist rises from the ground, swirling and whirling around the stances of the two men. Death is heavy in the atmosphere, choking and taking from their surroundings. A few higherup's had decided to join the battle, confident that Jinwoo would stand down.
Said-man's eyes roll with amusement, lightly trailing his fingertips on Kim Dokja, laying claim. They wanted to take Hyung away. They wanted to send him to the other side of the planet. They , Jinwoo thinks, they wanted to sell him .
Anger fills his entire being, teeth gritting with absolute rage . "Don't worry, Dokja-Hyung," he mutters under his breath, "I will fix this for us." And with a hand lifting into the air, a command rings through the mind of the amalgamations of shadows.
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Sometimes, Dokja forgets, that Jinwoo is a man who defies all expectations.
A sudden silence rings through the air into his ears. The muffled screams pause. The burning heat of the sun stops. For a moment, everything is at a standstill. The hand, running through his hair, carries on though. Finally , the fleeting thought dashes across his mind, they're gone . Until he realises that they're only gone because of Jinwoo. And suddenly, it's like an ice-cold bucket of water had been poured on him, uncovering his ears and scrambling away.
"Ah– Dokja-" Blocking out anything Jinwoo wanted him to hear, hurriedly snapping his neck left and right, observing his surroundings. The air is damp, something he hated, and a few fire torches seemed to be placed on the cave walls carefully.
"How do I get out of here?" He demands, hating how his voice trembled. He takes a step back, and another, cautiously adding distance between him and the other man. A thud in his head reminds him of how fast his heart is pumping, and Dokja forces in a deep breath to steady himself. Footsteps echo around them both, bouncing around to taunt the man as he tries to slink away from the Monarch.
The leader of the dead's mouth opens, ready to persuade him into staying, and a keened whine escapes his mouth. "Jinwoo-yah," his right-hand lifts to tug at his hair, but something is wrong with the way it feels. It's too slippery, too wet, and with horror that couldn't be described, he brings his hand level to his face. Blood. "I can't be around you right now."
Jinwoo's breathing hitches. Something pools in the bottom of his stomach, and he stalks forward slowly, ignorant of Dokja's rising panic. Slowly, slowly he pushes into Dokja's personal space, arms lifting to cradle the man's face. Blood transfers off of his own fingertips, to the cheeks of his favourite person in the entire world, and his dick throbs .
Fuck. Dokja-Hyung is just so beautiful . The sight of him, tainted with blood. His thumb, which was caked with the crimson copper traces down to the frowning mouth, and paints his lips with the iron blood of his enemies. It's breathtaking.
"Darling," he utters carefully, gently holding Dokja's chin between his long, slender fingers, "what's wrong? Did you get hurt?" His voice is so gentle that it makes the panicked male's eyes prickle with tears, and Jinwoo's eyes soften further as his bloody hand lowered to grab the elder's shoulders. Biting his lip, Dokja almost scoffs in incredulity. What's wrong? What's wrong?
How could he ask that when he had severed bodies in half, arms and legs mangled and tangled? How could he ask that when he ordered death upon all those living, when guts were protruding from stomachs and rivers of blood that had surrounded them both?
Yes , Dokja remembers, Jinwoo is a man who defies all expectations.
Purple eyes captivating, an ocean of concern and worry swirling and hypnotising. Dokja bites his lip harshly and watches as his junior's eyes fall to follow the movement looking absolutely, stunningly floored. Watery eyes finally release their gates, albeit hesitantly, and the large hands crawl from his shoulders, up his neck, and back up to his cheeks. It's disgusting, it feels disgusting . They're filthy with rouge, and Jinwoo wipes away the tears that ran down his face. Dokja can smell the metallic traces of blood the man leaves against his neck, his face as he runs his thumbs against his cheeks lovingly.
"Baby," Jinwoo continues, sounding like his breath had been stolen from him, "I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong?" Dokja is careful not to flinch when the other's hand cradles the back of his head after shifting a strand of hair out of his face, cringing at the thought of blood drying into his hair. A cool breeze flickers past, his hair fluttering around him like a halo, and Jinwoo is positively dumbfounded.
Dokja is breathtaking. He is so fucking beautiful , and his dick twitches at how charming his Hyung is, all teary-eyed and bloody. The thumb that rests against his cheek sneaks its way down, down to his mouth, and a shiver of pure delight racks through his body at the blood staining his wet lips. It's tempting, so fucking tempting , to just push his own digit into the other's mouth. To make him clean his hand, taint him and corrupt him so he'll understand that this is all for him .
"Jin-'oo" he slurs delicately, shudders scraping their way down the back of Jinwoo's spine to his cock at the feeling of his lips brushing against the pad of his thumb, "why?" He stops to a start, a mellow, placid expression taking over his face and Dokja's eyes tear up again at the sight.
He used to love this expression on his face. Peaceful, content, happy . And Gods, Gods it suited him so much that his heart ached. Yes, Dokja loved to see this expression on his face. But not like this.
Never like this.
"For you," the Monarch replies, hesitating for a split second before, "my love."
Dokja never thought whispered words could ever make his heart jerk to a stop, but he was proven wrong.
For him? All of this was because of him? At his horror-stricken face, Jinwoo quickly placates him with a shh , and cradles him to his chest as he collapses to the floor.
"They were going to sell you, baby," he speaks quietly, rocking Dokja back and forth, "they were going to give you to the Americans. You're my Hyung . I couldn't let them do that." He emphasises, stressing the endearment as if it was something he wanted Dokja to take note of. "You saw what happened to the other A-Rankers. They tried to sell them and succeeded. I couldn't let that happen to you, so I killed them all before they even got the chance to lay a finger on you."
"But," Dokja breathed brokenly, " you killed Gun-Hee-ssi." The replying hum soothed him, as much as he hated it, the baritone vibration relaxing his muscles as he sunk into his junior. It feels nice—the rocking back and forth, the fingers running through his hair, the soft kisses being pressed into his temple. Jinwoo shifts to sit, bringing Dokja's legs around his waist and patiently holds himself back at the feeling of his dick pressing against the core of his Hyung's ass. Dokja clings to him like a koala, arms wrapping around his body as the large hand tucks his face into his neck.
"But I would never kill you. Not ever." His lips wobble against the crook of his neck, and Dokja didn't even notice he had tightened his grip around the man's body until Jinwoo responded with a squeeze back. "... It will just be you and me, Hyung, how does that sound?" He asks, closing his eyes with a relaxed smile resting on his lips. Dokja admits it does sound nice until Jinwoo continues with "I'll kill everyone for you, yeah?" No . "I'll make sure that no humans or monsters could ever bother us, they can't if we go far away from here right? No," he rambles, tightening his grip around Dokja, "it'll just be you 'nd me."
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He isn't sure how long they had both been sat there for, but it must have been a while if Jinwoo looked as impatient as he did now. Blinking once, twice as he clears his vision, Dokja's disorientated mind blanks out only registering that they are outside as the rays of the setting sun cast upon his carrier's face, showing the beautiful rouge-tinted purple of his eyes.
The thudding of Jinwoo's footsteps reverberate throughout his hazy mind, and there are no thoughts that run through his head. Except one, that is.
Jinwoo-yah smells nice... He trails his nose against the broad shoulder, lips tracing the shape of the peaking collarbone, and Dokja huffs a small breath of amusement at the responding jolt the man gave. He's melted against the man, fists clenched into the back of the black, button-up shirt, clinging to the man who would do anything for him.
The thought is unfamiliar but unbelievably addictive.
Sung Jinwoo, the man who defies all expectations.
Willing to do anything. For him .
Breathing slowly, calmly, a tinge of thrill runs up the spine of the smaller man. Eyes closed lazily, he rests his chin in the divot of the collarbone, legs tightening around the waist. With each step he takes, he bounces slightly and after a while, Dokja notices that Jinwoo shifts every so often, almost as if he was uncomfortable.
"D'you want me to get off?" He muffles out slowly, not really wanting to move from his current position. Jinwoo shifts once again, and in the corner of his eye, he can see a faint blush crawl from the apple's of his cheeks down to his neck.
"Ah- no- Hyung-" Words cut off at every syllable, and the corner of the carried man’s lips curve slightly, "it's just, uhm, this position is a bit-" He shifts again.
It's quite endearing, Dokja thinks. Jinwoo refuses to let him go, but the light flush on his face and the embarrassed expression almost has him ruffling the hair of the younger. "Ah," he sighs out, eyes cloudy with a gentleness that Jinwoo adored, "my little Jinwoo-yah. So cute." He mumbles into the crook of his neck.
Jinwoo is not okay. My little Jinwoo-yah . He is certain his heart has stuttered to a stop, and harshly bites his lip to contain the grin threatening to split his face. My little Jinwoo-yah. My little Jinwoo-yah .
His grip tightens around the older man who clings to his waist, and his steps falter to a stop as he buries his face into the crook of Dokja's neck. "Hyung, you really..." The rest of his sentence is mumbled quietly, ears unable to pick it up. Dokja vocalises the questioning hum, but Jinwoo only buries his head deeper into his neck. Bringing a hand up, the Monarch's love starts to stroke the nape of man, where untrimmed hair starts to blend in with the pale neck. They stand like that for a few moments, Jinwoo breathing deeply against Dokja and Dokja petting Jinwoo.
Around them, an evening breeze picks up. The chorus of trees sway in command with the orchestral demands of the gentle wind, and lush, green leaves flutter to the floor. A tall tree stands before them, glaringly larger and fatter than the rest, and from behind someone steps out.
Jinwoo had been expecting this, truthfully. He could feel her presence from miles away, unable to hide from the shadows . Really , he silently scoffed, thinking you could hide from the King of Shadows. Deciding to be somewhat polite, however, he greets the lady in front of them.
"Hunter Cha Hae-In." He nods slightly, tightening his grip around the man in his arms, who equally squeezes back. "What brings you here?"
The lady in questioning raises her eyebrows as if he was asking a question the answer would be obvious to. Shaking her head slightly, her hands fold together behind her back as she looks off to the side. "I have been tasked with bringing Kim Dokja back to the Hunter's Association." Upon noticing the harsh stare of the S-Rank hunter, she blinks in slight confusion.
"And what if I refuse?" The question is asked in a low tone, and Dokja shivers as he feels Jinwoo's breath run against his ear. Don't let them take me away, don't don't don't.
Hunter Hae-In looked as if she didn't expect that answer, eyes wide with disbelief. "Uhm, well," she starts slowly, cringing at the stench of the man in his arms who reeked of blood and tears, "I was hoping that we could go there together. To hand Dokja-ssi over!" A light flush dusks her cheeks, and an innocent grin paints her face. Jinwoo looks on with discontent.
"No." Just as he lifts a foot to walk away, the woman rushes forward with a panicked expression.
"Ah- ah please wait a moment!" Jinwoo is getting annoyed , Dokja can tell by the stiffness in his voice, the harsh movement in his body, and hazily rubs his lips against the man's pulse in hopes that it would calm him down. Don't go with her, no no no . "Jinwoo-Oppa! Come on, just think about it?"
Dokja presses his hand against his back gently, a subtle reminder that he is still here, and please don't leave me, please please no no not another person— "Let's make a deal." Jinwoo states.
"Sure!" Hae-In replies in excitement, giddiness filling her lungs like a drug. If she agrees to the deal, maybe Jinwoo would react positively to her request of joining his guild!
Jinwoo narrows his eyes, a dark gleam piercing through to the woman. "If you win against one of my shadow soldiers, I will hand over Kim Dokja." Said-man stiffens in his arms, wanting to cry out in protest but is silenced by the hand that shoves his face into the collar of his half-buttoned shirt.
The settles wind picks up around them once again, and Cha Hae-In's motivation is admirable. She is pretty strong, and is confident that she could take on a shadow soldier. Behind her, mist starts to rise from the ground, out of her shadow, and loom over her figure. Nodding with certainty, she agrees.
"Okay, I accept these-" Beru's claw splits her skull before she could finish her sentence.
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So adorable, is the only thought on Jinwoo's mind as his Hyung clings to him tightly. Though, to be honest, he did feel bad for making Dokja panic. He would never, ever put his Hyung in that situation if he wasn't certain he could win.
Kim Dokja, however, is now calming down from the threat of being taken away from safety, safe safe Jinwoo is safe . When he heard the splatter of blood behind him, a small part of him was glad that she had been killed. She was a threat. She wanted to take Jinwoo away. That is the current reason he is clinging onto Jinwoo— because he's still here he didn't leave like the rest, safe, Jinwoo is home and home is safe.
Gently nudging the smaller man, kissing his temple, he presses his lips against his ear and mumbles lowly. "C'mon, Hyung, loosen up. We should change into different clothes." It was a fair point– he felt gross with dried blood sticking to his hair, and sweat clinging to his body.
Loosening his grip around Jinwoo's body, Dokja blearily blinks as he takes in another change in surroundings. He recognises this place as the apartment that Jinwoo bought after making his first big paycheck, reminiscing the large smiles and happy giggles as the young man finally had something that was his.
Seeing Dokja's face this close does something to Jinwoo. Staring at all the features of Dokja, his heart thumps heavily. The long eyelashes. His dark circles. His pale skin, slender face, ruffled hair. Everything just makes him look so... So... pretty.
"Fuck." Jinwoo whispers like he can’t help it, I love you so much. He sits on the soft, linen couch with Dokja in his lap, and watches as he opens his mouth to say something. Before he could regain any rational thoughts, however, I can't have Hyung overthinking, he presses his mouth to the other's, soft and innocent and loving. It's a small kiss, a peck, but it's Dokja's first-ever kiss and it has him melting into back into his arms and fuck, fuck he's so fucking cute .
It makes Jinwoo want to ruin him.
He leans back with a satisfied sigh, loving the way that Dokja's eyes glaze over with such innocent wonder. Lifting a still-bloody hand to his cheek, he feels his heart soften as he looks at his angel blink once, twice again to try and snap out of the daze Jinwoo bought him into. It's adorable, watching him trying to figure out what's going on, once again seeing him open his mouth to get words out. Jinwoo wouldn't let that happen, no, not yet.
His fingertips run from the small waist of his pretty love, slithering up to his mouth. Dokja's eyes widen, and his lips part as he's about to question him but before he can, the larger male's fingers press through. It's bitter, the metallic taste making him cringe but Jinwoo looks infatuated , pressing down onto his tongue as he slides two fingers in. Thankfully, Dokja doesn't have a sensitive gag reflex, but he still recoils at the taste of the blood of his enemies. And—
Oh.
Oh.
The blood of his enemies.
They weren't even Jinwoo's enemies alone anymore. They were his too. Because weren't they planning to sell him?
Before he could delve any deeper into his own thoughts, Jinwoo presses a kiss against his forehead and coos. "Baby," he starts, "it's okay. I'm here, they're not going to be able to touch you." Unknowingly, a small whine leaves the base of his throat around the fingers, and Jinwoo shivers with disguised lust. "If anyone touches you, we'll rid of them together, okay? You're safe with me." His voice promises safety.
Safety .
That was all Dokja really wanted in life. To live peacefully, happily, safe with a significant other. Jinwoo could give that to him, right? He is a man who defies all expectations, after all.
With a quiet hum, the man brings his face past the collar of the shirt down to Dokja's neck, down his jawline and into his shoulder. Running his lips and nosing around his collarbone, he feels the smaller male shudder in sensitivity, and a small smile stretches his lips. His mouth opens, breathing against the protruding bone, and bites.
Jinwoo feels Dokja squirm in slight pain, feels him bite lightly on his fingers just below his knuckles in retaliation, and immediately soothes the area with his tongue, lapping and sucking small bruises. Another small coo has leaves his throat, and he can tell that his Hyung's eyes have welled with tears without even looking.
"Sorry darling," he's not really, "just wanted to know that you're mine now." Dokja's legs are wrapped around his waist, still, and it just makes it that much easier for Jinwoo to bring his hips against the other's. Immediately, a moan escapes the elder's mouth around his fingers, and his own eyes almost roll to the back of his head at the sound of pleasure he hears and feels. The larger removes his fingers from his mouth, wants to hear Dokja without any obstruction as he grinds their hips together again.
"Jin'oo-yah," he slurs out drunkenly, "feels good?" His tone shifts up at the end of his statement as if he's unsure of how he feels. The man stills, pausing in his actions despite the broken whine the other lets out, and it's only after a couple of seconds have passed that he breathes a happy laugh into the crook of Dokja's neck.
"My little puppy," he starts, sounding a little drunk of his own, "you're so sensitive, aren't you?" Dokja ends up squirming in guilt at what he thinks is a condescending tone, ready to babble apologies, but what is really a tone of awe. He loves him. He loves Dokja so fucking much. "Hyung," he giggles, high on emotions, "I love you so much." He repeats, a mantra of his own adoration for his adorable little puppy repeating in his head, looping around his thoughts like an endless circle.
There is not a single thought on Dokja's mind, contrastingly, except Jinwoo. Jinwoo would keep him safe, right? Yes, he could. He promised that he would be safe with him! And, he has the strength to back it up!
The larger male shifts so that Dokja's back leans against the seat of the sofa, and that one of his thighs is positioned between the smaller's lean legs. As he leans on his elbows the cage around the head of the other, he brings his face down so their lips connect once again, this time deepening the kiss. It's a sensation Dokja has never felt before, and it's quite obvious in his clumsy attempts to kiss back alongside the little ruts up against his thigh. It's endearing, though, and Jinwoo is hit with a crashing wave of affection. He wants to spoil Dokja.
Dokja's brain is swirling with intense pleasure, what is this? He can still taste the tangy metallic blood in his mouth, but with the taste of Jinwoo it becomes bearable. His body feels bare, empty, but he doesn't know why. Jinwoo Jinwoo Jinwoo , his brain utters, home safe home home . It's good, it feels so good and he wants Jinwoo to feel good too, biting down on the man's bottom lip. The action elicits a harsh breath from the other, and Jinwoo has to physically pull himself up and hold himself back.
It makes him smile dazedly, seeing his poor little Jinwoo struggling to hold himself back for Hyung, and he lifts a hand to cradle the cheek of the younger. Sighing, with content, he observes how Jinwoo's pupils expand and dilate with every glance at his features. It's a beautiful sight, a wave of need tugging at Dokja, and he has never wanted Jinwoo's affection so badly.
He strokes a thumb across the smooth cheek of Jinwoo, hazed eyes looking down on his puffy lips. They're red, stained with blood and blush, and a pang of want cascades itself through his own body. He doesn't know why this sight is so hot— the sight of Jinwoo covered in the blood of decimated enemies.
"I wan' another kiss," he whispers, "please." Jinwoo huffs a breath out, as if it was punched out of his lungs, and can't stop staring at Dokja with a small, soft curl at the edges of his lips. My Hyung, always remembering his manners, how cute. He leans back, sitting up and splays a large hand over Dokja's chest. It's the barest of pressure, but it pins his Hyung onto the couch and if he concentrates, he can feel the erratic heartbeat below his fingers. It makes a flush rise up Jinwoo's neck, Hyung is so human, so breakable .
He slides his hand up, up , until his fingers loosely wrap around the reader's neck. The urge to tighten them hits him in full force, hand twitching as Dokja leans his head back to expose more of his neck, to bare himself fully towards his dongsaeng. He wants to see Hyung struggle , to see his face turn red as he grasps at his wrists, trying to get him to pull away. He wants to see Hyung gasp for breath, to see his eyes flutter close as the lack of oxygen starts affecting him, but no. Another time, perhaps. Right now, Dokja needs to be loved .
"A collar." He absentmindedly speaks, voice soft with veneration and adoration. He brushes the tips of his fingers against the exposed, pale skin, and briefly reminds himself to buy all the necessary vitamins for the man when a questioning noise is heard. Looking up, Jinwoo sees the small furrow of Dokja's eyebrows, an obvious question, and opens his mouth to answer. "A collar, Hyung. With my name on it, it'll be so pretty... Hmm," he speculates, "what colour would you like?"
Dokja blinks, unsuccessfully trying to clear his mind, and scours through his mind to answer the question. A collar...
"What's the collar for?" His words are still slurring slightly, but at least he's understandable. He sees his dongsaeng grin, a tinge of darkness lingering at the curve of his lips, and he wonders if he said anything funny.
"For you , Hyung. Ah," his fingers leave the throat of the fragile man, "you're so silly, sometimes." Jinwoo leans over again, pressing his mouth against the other in another deep kiss. He can't help it this time, he really can't, and he ruts down between Dokja's spread legs.
Sparks shoot up, into his stomach, electrifying every feeling of arousal circulating through his body. A small moan makes its way out through Dokja's lips, dick twitching with unfamiliar pleasure, and his slender hands clench into Jinwoo's white shirt, creasing the fabric. The tip of their tongues meet, and when he jolts in surprise, the Monarch only laughs gently with a smile. The couch groans from beneath them, but they pay no attention to it as they explore every crevice in each other’s mouths. Butterflies erupt in his stomach from his place below Jinwoo, he's glad that his first kiss was Jinwoo because this feels really nice.
All of a sudden, Jinwoo picks him up as he wraps his legs around his waist. His mind disorientates for a short moment from the lack of oxygen in his brain— or maybe it's from Jinwoo kissing him stupid. They part for a split second, and Dokja only barely registers Jinwoo smoothly pulling his shirt off, exposing the smaller's body and shivering at the contrast in temperatures, before reconnecting their lips harshly.