Ming ji's eyes darkened with need.* "Damn right you are. All mine."
He bit down on a spot just below Jin's collarbone, leaving a mark that matched the red flush of his skin.
"Gonna make you say it till you forget your own name."
He pressed a finger against the back of Jin's neck, pinning him down slightly.Jin's back arched, and he couldn't hold back the little gasp that shivered through his body.
His hand fisted in the sheets, trying to keep some control.
But Ming Ji was relentless.
His mouth found every sensitive spot to tease and mark—
The underside of his jaw, the hollow of his neck, the dip between his collarbones.
Each one pulled breath after ragged breath out of Jin's lungs.
Each one made him want—no,* need*—more.
Ming Ji could feel Jin unraveling beneath him.
Every gasp, every shiver, every desperate arch of his hips—it was driving him wild.
He slid lower suddenly—hands gripping Jin's hips as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down his stomach.
Each kiss brought him closer… closer…
And when his breath finally ghosted over the burning heat at the center of it all—
Jin let out a choked moan,
body trembling in anticipation,
knowing what was coming—
*needing* it.
There was a moment's pause—as if Ming Ji was savoring this moment.
Then he spoke, his voice rough and possessive.
"Look at you..."
Ming Ji looked up, meeting Jin's gaze through a curtain of dark hair.
"So eager… so desperate."
Jin's breath caught in his chest.
But before he could say anything else, before he could even find the words, Ming Ji leaned down, pressing a soft, almost reverent kiss to the tip of him.
The moment Ming Ji's lips touched him—soft, warm, deliberate—
Jin *shattered.*
A broken gasp tore from his throat, fingers clawing at the sheets.
His hips jerked up on instinct.
But Ming Ji held him down with one firm hand on his hip.
"Ah-ah…" he murmured,* voice dark and teasing.* "You don't move. Not unless I say so."
Then he did it again—
another slow kiss,
then another—
each one dragging a new whimper from Jin's lips.
And then…
he took him into his mouth.
Jin's head fell back against the pillow.
He almost couldn't stand to look.
The sight of Ming Ji's mouth on him…
Watching his every reaction—
It was too much.
But he couldn't close his eyes, either.
His breathing was ragged,
gasps and moans and whispers of *please* that he couldn't hold back.
He felt on fire—everywhere Ming Ji touched, everywhere he
marked, every word he growled against his skin...
"Yours…"
"That's right," he rumbled,* voice still dark.* "All mine."
He took him a little deeper, swirling his tongue in a way that made Jin *whimper.*
"Every inch. Every sound."
Every muscle in Jin's body was tight—
*Burning.*
He desperately tried to keep his hips still, even as heat coiled low in his stomach.
"God, Ming Ji—please…"
Ming Ji pulled back suddenly, just long enough to look up at him.
Jin felt the loss, but he couldn't stop the way he shivered at the sight of Ming Ji looking up at him like that—
Eyes darkened with heat and desire, silver in the light.
Jin's breathing was ragged, chest heaving as Ming Ji spoke.
"You're being such a good boy… listening so well…"
He leaned up slightly—
Pressing a kiss to the inside of Jin's knee.
"But I want to hear something else from you."
Ming Ji's voice dropped low—dangerous, intimate.
"Tell me what you want."
Jin trembled.
He *knew* what he wanted—but saying it out loud felt like surrendering completely.
And Ming Ji saw it in his eyes.
He leaned down again, pressing a slow kiss just above where Jin burned hottest—barely a touch—
"Say it," he murmured,* "or I stop."
Jin's body was almost shaking with the need to say it.
But it was the thought of that mouth vanishing again that made him finally let go.
"You," he managed, so quiet it was almost a gasp. "I want you… please, I need you..."
Ming Ji chuckled, dark and amused. "Tell me one more thing."
Jin opened his eyes to meet his gaze.
"Anything," he whispered. "Anything you want, just—"
Ming Ji shifted, hovering over him again—eyes burning with possession.
"Tell me…" he whispered,* fingers tracing Jin's lower lip,* "how badly do you want to feel me inside you?"
There was a moment of silence.
Only broken by labored breathing.
Then, a whisper—
"So badly," Jin breathed.* "I want you… so badly it aches."
Ming Ji's breath hitched—just slightly—as if he'd been struck.
The raw honesty in Jin's voice, the ache behind it—
It tore through every last thread of restraint.
He surged up, claiming Jin's mouth in a fierce, desperate kiss—tongue and teeth and need all tangled together.
When they broke apart,* both were breathless.*
"*You're mine,"* Ming Ji growled,* forehead pressed to his.* "Every part of you."
And then he began to move— with purpose.
His words seemed to trigger something; suddenly, there was nothing gentle about the way Ming Ji touched.
His fingers dug into Jin's skin as he bit down on his neck—a sharp, possessive growl against his pulse.
And every touch, every mark, felt like a claim. A promise.
*I own you,* they said. *Every part of you. You're mine.*
"Ming Ji," Jin breathed*," please… I…"
The desperation in Jin's voice was like fire racing through his veins.
He needed him.
Desperately.
Ming Ji pulled back just long enough to look in his eyes. They were dark and almost feral.
"Say it again," he growled, voice like gravel,* "You're *mine.*"
"*Yours,"* Jin gasped,* "I'm yours. Oh gods, Ming Ji, I'm *yours."*
That was the last of Ming Ji's control.
Any hint of restraint left in him
snapped.
He flipped them over suddenly, pinning Jin beneath him again.
His voice was harsh, rough, possessive.
"You'd never let anyone else see you like this, would you? So desperate. Begging for me. *Needing* me."