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First Meeting - Again. (Bou/Ji)

His free hand lifted to tear his shirt further, letting the fabric flutter to the floor as he pressed himself to him fully. Skin against skin, the friction creating a heavy heat as he lifted the other up. The hand down his pants pulled away, pushing Bous pants and underwear down to expose him fully to his gaze. Laying him back down, his fingers trailed over the bared thighs. Ji found him beautiful, breathless with the welling of feelings inside of him. “beautiful…” He mumbles, stepping back to lean down and begin pressing kisses to the others throat and chest.

Wrapping his arms under the others knees, he lifted his lower body up so he could press kisses to his stomach. Nipping lightly at his hip bones, tongue swirling under his belly button. His own erection strained against his jeans, the first time he’d been this hard since his first kill. “Absolutely perfect…”

#mushu #that-xx-heartbreaker #nsfw #para

The extra photos on the table stuck to his bare back as he was pressed back against the table once more. He felt warmth from every touch that was given, soft gentle, touches he thought he forgot long time ago. Beautiful..He hadn't heard that in a long time. Well, since his last relation with anyone. But like with everything else today, it felt right to be called beautiful from someone like him.

He wanted to touch him, he wanted to feel every part of his body connect to Jiyong. A smile graced his lips, when he felt the kisses on his stomach, matching the nervous butterflies caged inside. Bou watched him, moistening his lips. "You weren't thinking I was perfect before.." he joked in a hushed voice, afraid that if he spoke any louder this all might have been a dream or he would break any spell that was cast. He kept the smile on his face as his body responded to the teases, his hips bulking upward in a pleading motion, begging for more, his own erection making itself known.

First Meeting - Again. (Bou/Ji)

The words sent a small shiver through him, eyes closing briefly at the new surge of lust that filled them both. Was it his? Bous? Fuck but he couldn’t tell anymore. They felt too connected at this point to tell what was what feelings wise. “Yes.” He murmurs, lips pressing more firmly to the males lips. Fingers tugged at the shredded clothe, peeling it from Bous body to leave in a heap on the floor. Ji tilted his head to deepen the kiss, tongue pushing into his mouth to taste him as he quickly undid his pants, slipping his fingers past the zipper to cup the other firmly.

Any other person might have been nervous- after all, it was technically his first time with another man. But Jiyong was always full of confidence- even in the face of the current moment. His fingers never faltered as they rubbed over the other, the motions coming naturally. It occurred to Ji that this would be the first time he would be having sex just for the pleasure of it, but it was a thought that sat in the far back of his mind.

#mushu #that-xx-heartbreaker #para #(maybe it is going nsfw)

Yes. He said it so easily, so willingly to do anything for Bou. It scared him for only a moment. His mind went blank at feeling his lips covered by Ji's. He easily submitted to this man with no second thought, which also scared him. Bou accepted his open-mouthed kisses, welcomed his strong hands against him. He felt faint already from his lack of blood and too much time backing in the sun, he was rather sensitive, moaning from just the little touch he was given.

Bou's hips slowly started to rock against his hand, amazed that even with this small form of friction, it felt like he knew his body. How he liked to be handled, he could tell from just this small act. Bou made an effort to kiss him back, sliding his tongue over Jiyong's to shove it in his mouth, to taste every inch of it. His hands worked their own magic, pushing the half torn shirt off his lean shoulders to expose more skin for his nails to claw at.

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First Meeting - Again. (Bou/Ji)

The words hit him like a brick, a frown forming on his face. It hurt his heart, and Ji hadn’t felt pain like that since he was a child. But this, this killed him. “I’m sorry…” He murmurs, leaning his forehead against the others. “I didn’t mean to…” Jiyong wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for, a man who had never apologized for anything. But he knew he needed to, knew he’d done wrong in a past life and needed to make up for it. His fingers slid up to cup the others cheek again, lips pressing to his in an almost desperate motion.

I love you. The words rose to his mind, but he refused to let them leave his mouth. Jiyong had only just met this man, there was no way he could love him. But he did, fuck he did. His heart was full of it, and he’d never felt love. Never. His father had felt pride in him. His fans ‘loved’ him. So to feel this emotion- it was so utterly foreign that he could barely comprehend what it was. “Never again….” He whispers softly. “I wont leave you again.” what are you saying- The voice he was so used to hearing coming from his mouth startled him to hear whispering through his head. It was like when he was a kid again, when the blackouts begun.

Kissing him back was easy, he done it multiple times before, pressing his forehead against his, somehow feeling whole once again. Never again? To Bou that was too good to believe because just as fate hated him. His love would be taken away from him the instant things go well. Or just a little difficult and it would turn worse and cause him to leave again. If he was human he would have had a panic attack, just like he did years ago when he found out about the death of his soulmate. Soulmate. It was weird to say that word again. He never believed in it anymore. He hated that word.

Bou pulled back from Jiyong to cup his face with his long pale fingers. He wanted to say so much to him but yet nothing at all. He was content with being in his arms here and now, but was Jiyong comfortable. Bou never forgot he wanted this man. He wanted him now...fuck these past feelings. Those could wait. His body screamed for what it used to feel. For gentle but rough, passionate touches. He wanted to be broken by this man..wanted to feel alive like he once was. "Please" It came out like a plea for Jiyong to come and fill his need. "Please, Jiyong.." he felt natural but embarrassing. Why would he say that?

First Meeting - Again. (Bou/Ji)

"Do i?" The words were nearly whispered as the other sat up, his palm never leaving the others cheek. His thumb brushed over the others lips, leaning down to ghost his own over them. He could hear voices, alarmed tones breaking through the shell he’d created. His managers probably, unable to find the couple that had just been there moments before. Ji didn’t care. He never cared. Or he hadnt, before now, before this moment. Soft, slow kisses were exchanged, a first for the rapper. Gentle wasn’t his thing- his kisses were meant to bruise and break. "Maybe I do…" He murmurs, free arm sliding around the other and drawing him close.

"It feels like I do. I’ve seen you before. I’ve been here before, with you in my arms. I’ve held you close and rained kisses upon your skin. I’ve heard your moans despite only just meeting you. I’ve memorized this body with fingers and lips…." The words spilled out as easily as any of his lyrics, truth ringing in every word despite not knowing where they came from. "You are mine…." The words were whispered like a prayer, fingertips sliding down to where the others heart would have beat were he alive. "I…. I am yours." His palm pressed over the unbeating organ, his own beating fast enough for the both of them.

The voice faded once again, his eyes naturally closing as Ji brushed his lips against his. The kiss was slow, something he hadn't felt in a while. He felt alive with this kiss. It scared him to the point that he wanted to pull away and run. It hurt so much to hear what he said of him, to hear him talk about his moans..it was embarrassing. No one talked like that anymore. It felt like he was old..just like him. He shivered when his fingers rested over his heart. Jiyong's skin warm..It hurt so much.

Bou was warm once, many, many years ago. Blood pumped through his viens, able to sweat, breathe like a human. Cry like a human. Grief like a human. This touch brought back horrible memories of being left alone. Worried over someone he gave his soul too. Hurt that the love would never be found again. Bou wrapped his legs around the mans' hips, pushing himself even more closer than he already was. " I am yours.." He whispered just as Jiyong did moments before. "But," he swallowed the old pain that were coming back from centuries ago. His young 23 year old self seemed to be coming out of him again. Drench in fabrics of silk, hair as long as his legs..."You left me."

Who am I?

He asked that same question ever since he woke up in a pool of blood years ago. How did he come back to be in this time of age and how his past memories were slowly coming back. Bou found himself staring at his lips, his eyes..they softened as they continued to talk. "Who am I? I think you know.." He wasn't joking, somewhere in his dead heart, he knew that Jiyong knew him more than he could ever know his own being.

Bou's hands traveled from his back to his side, mesmerized by what was on top of him. Fuck it. He wanted to say. Stop asking questions and let their bodies ask and answer. He was a more physical being anyways. Having Jiyong's hand over his cheek felt...normal. It felt like it was supposed to be there. Bou slowly sat up on the table, placing his hands in his lap.

First Meeting - Again. (Bou/Ji)

The pain had him shuddering even as it woke up instincts deep inside of him. Letting the other hide against him, he did one better and dragged in the shadows to create a sphere around them, plunging them into darkness. The only light was what flickered through gaps and thinned parts of the sphere, keeping the sun out. “What are you, Bou?” He asks, sitting up and running his finger tips over the others bared skin. Nails danced over his torso, lengthening and playing over flat nipples that teased him from behind the shredded layer of what was once a shirt.

Ji cracked his neck as he sat up, fingers liding over him as if memorizing his body. The name didn’t fit the other- it wasn’t right. It tasted like a lie, bitter against his tongue. “Whats your real name?” He asks, uncharacteristically calm. This was a side of him not even he knew about, a side of him he’d lost years ago under spewed hated words of his mother.

"Kazuhiro Saitou.." He breathed, his voice stuttering. Why was he so nervous? Was it the shadow that was now forming around him, swirling around them like a cocoon. It was so dark that even his vampiric eyes had trouble keeping a clear vision. Could he tell him what he was? He could but does he want t- "I am a vampire.." HE cursed himself for saying what and who he was so easily to Jiyong. A groan escaped his lips, not a pleasured one but, more of a frustrated groan. He was falling apart underneath him.

Just second before he was filled with lust, passion maybe, filled with rage and murderous intent. But now...something was different. Why was he so calm? Questions filled his head, wondering what all of this meant and why out of all the days he has been alive. "What are you, Kwon Jiyong?" He asked in return, finding his arms able to wrap them around the mysterious man's torso. "Why am I drawn to you? And why do I shiver from under your touch...Who are you?"

First Meeting - Again. (Bou/Ji)

He could feel the pain radiating from the other but couldn’t figure out why. Hell, Ji didn’t care. He fed off the pain the same way he had the lust, left breathless in the kiss. His hips rolled hard, body eager for more, needing more. He didn’t understand, couldn’t begin to grasp what was going on in his head, with his body. The human part of him stirred somewhere deep inside, awaken under the touch of the male beneath him. It had him cursing against the others swollen lips, finally feeling skin beneath the pads of his fingers.

His chest was heaving beneath the palm on his chest as he looked down at the other, licking his lips at the question. “Who am i? Funny… shouldn’t i be asking you that?” A smirk formed on his face only to be washed away by a memory that wasnt his- of this man in another time. Beneath him just as he was now. “Jiyong. Kwon Jiyong.” He mumbles, not knowing why he gave his given name to the other. “G Dragon. Korean rapper, fashion icon.” The words rumbled from him as he tried to lean back down to claim the others lips once more.

"Jiyong.." he muttered, letting it roll of his tongue. It was foreign, Korean as he assumed. It fit his face..but it didn't feel like it was his right name. "Kwon Jiyong.." he said it again, setting it to memory. He didn't want him to know his real name yet, that would be embarrassing. "Bou." He breathed out, keeping his lips against his, "Just Bou." His face scrunched in pain, as the flap blew in the wind, a ray of light just brushing over his face. Naturally, he pulled Jiyong over him, hiding his face in his chest, hissing in pain as faint smoke started to rise from his face.

He swore. He shouldn't be doing this right now, he was so vunerable under the light of day and he got himself, practically naked outside, under a fucking tent that wasn't helping his condition. His clothes were his only layer of protection from the godforsaken Sun. He wouldn't have hid himself like a scared animal under a man he just met but, he felt that he would help him..protect him even. His instincts told him that and they weren't usually wrong. "Cover me up..."

First Meeting - Again. (Bou/Ji)

The growl that left him wasn’t human, his eyes completely black at this point. If anyone were to see him, they’d have screamed demon and ran. And well, they weren’t far off. The blood oozing down the males cheek had his full attention at this point, the darker then normal liquid calling to him. Ji didn’t even bother resisting when he was dragged closer, hips rolling into the palm cupping his groin. It should, shouldnt it? Bother him that he was male. Most of his kind didn’t care, hell some of his kind shifted gender like he changed clothes- several times a day. But Ji was human enough that his body and brain still reacted like that of a mortals, and up until this moment, it had never reacted so violently to another person- male or female.

His tongue ran over his lower lip before he leaned in, tongue dragging over the bloodied cheek. A shudder racked through him at the taste, at the thick liquid coating his tongue and sliding down his throat. The marks made by his rings were already healed by time his tongue had finished dragging over them, the scent of lust so heavy in the air that he anyone could smell it. It filled him like his favorite kind of food, making him full. His fingers curled around the others arms as he pushed him backwards, walking through the slit of the tent just as he easily picked him up and held him against his chest. Once more lips crashed down over the others male, his thighs hitting the table as gasps filled the room.

His managers frantic voice filled his ears before everything faded away with the kiss. Pictures flew everywhere as he laid the other down on it, hand son either side of him. He got a vague impression of security pushing fans away to try to close off the tent as pictures were snapped, videos taken. Hands tugged at his shirt, his managers scolding him even knowing Ji did what he wanted, when he wanted. They knew there was no stopping him and so did their best to control the situation by closing the flaps of the tent to hide the two males from the view of the fan girls. Jis fingers tugged at the males layer of clothes, irritated growl leaving him again as he decided to basically just shred the fabric and pull it from him in strips when his impatience won out.

#mushu #nsfw #that-xx-heartbreaker #para

Who was screaming? Where did the girls come from? Don't pull him off of me.

Bou's mind was everywhere but yet it was only on the two of them. The table wasn't the best place to have sex but it was the closet thing that the rapper could find. Pictures of GD, flew everywhere as they were thrown off by this great kisser. They were both hungry for each other it would look desperate and ridiculous to any outsider, but their bodies could tell them a different story. They were perfect opposite molds of one another. He felt comfortable around him. He was made for only him and him alone.

How could he feel this way when he just looked at his face today? Who was he really?

His coat was ripped open to reveal a rather expensive shirt he only bought yesterday, shredded. He would have been extremely upset, probably would have yelled at him, kicked in his chest and reminded him(over exaggerated) how much this shirt would have cost him two life times. But his arms rested beside him stuck him in place. It was still hot out. The tent couldn't stop the sun. Bou couldn't cry out in pain..There was hardly any direct light to him but it was painful enough. He could hear the sizzle of his skin, like bacon in a frying pan. This idiot was going to bake him alive in this tent and he was about to let him.

Bou finally found the strength to reach up and grip on to the others shirt. His nails dug in the fabric to rip it open with a strong tug. If Bou was fed probably today a blush would have been apparent on his face. He recognized this chest. It was strong..built. He pressed his hand against it, his head pounding. Who was this? He pulled his lips away from the stranger and looked him over, "Who are you..?" He asked breathlessly.

random ooc:

Me and Bous mun have known each other going on 2 years and Jiyong and Bou have been dating for as long so anything that happens in the para with them is normal. We both talk ooc the entire time and know one anothers boundaries yo what boundaries, we dont have those tbh so please don’t feel concern (if you did) over the situation. It’s all plotted out and agreed on. Hell, anything Ji does to anyone that is abusive in such a manner is plotted out with full agreement on both muns parts.

Jiyong and Bou have been ‘restart’ kind of, we’re doing a reincarnated deal as Ji could only ever be with Bou since Bous the only person Ji has ever been tame around.

I wont apologize for my muse im not sorry. hes an asshole. which is why i put up warnings.

Guess I should reblog this...

#ooc

First Meeting - Again. (Bou/Ji)

It was like an addiction- the same feeling flooded him as when he killed, as when he took a drag of the nicotine laced cigarettes. It filled his veins and coated his mind, leaving only them in that moment. Later he’d muse over why, why he felt the urge to kiss the stranger and not because he wanted to taste blood, to swallow screams of pain. Fingers tugged him closer and he let them, even reaching down with his free hand to hook his hand under the others thigh and drag him up his body. Ji barely had enough will power left to cover them so they couldn’t be seen, knowing being seen kissing a random stranger wasn’t exactly great publicity. Not that he really cared.

More. Ji needed more. The taste in his mouth was familiar, the body pressed to his molded perfectly, like a piece of a puzzle that finally fell into place. Fingers curled into rounded globes of the others ass, hips grinding against one another. The movement had Ji stiffening slightly in shock, suddenly aware that the person pressed against him was a man- and despite having been straight all his life, he didn’t care. Ji had been hit on by men and had never felt a thing, had brushed them all aside and never once found men sexually attractive. And yet he found himself pressing more firmly, seeking more. What was it about this man that was so addicting?

The thought had him growling and pulling away, dropping the male even as he breathed heavily and wiped blood from his lips. He couldn’t let himself be addicted, wouldnt let himself. Anger surged and mixed with lust, the back of his palm slashing down across the full cheek of the other, rings cutting into flesh.

#mushu #para #that-xx-heartbreaker

It stung. The cuts across his cheek, stung and oozed blood, mixed with the throbbing of his cheek. How the fuck this asshole was able to cut him, he wasn't even sure. Only thing he could taste was his own dark blood. It was..intoxicating. He wanted more. He wanted more of his body. He wanted everything this man had to offer. "Is this all you got?" His face, that was smacked to the side, slowly turned to face him. He didn't know what he was even talking about. Whose words were these?

"Afraid of me being a man?" These words were familiar on his tongue, always reminded the public that he was in fact man. "what is so scary about liking my body, boy?" He spat out boy like it was a curse. The wounds were slowly closing, making him wonder what those rings were really made of, seeing that he usually healed quicker from just a scratch. Standing, he looked at the Korean man, his sunglasses, obviously slapped off his face and kilometers away. A smirk played on his face, he needed more. He wanted it. Couldn't this GD know that he wanted it?

Bou reached out, digging his hand into the loose clothing the other wore and roughly tugged him to his body once again. He dug his fingers into his fabric, making sure that he couldn't pull away that easily. His other hand, well, with his body having a mind of its own at the moment, its finger trailed down his side, until reaching the hem of his pants. Bou wanted these off. He wanted chaos, blood..lust. He felt it radiating from both of them. Was it the time and place for this? No. Of course not. But who was there to stop him from getting what he wanted. No one. The palm of his hand cupped the tent in his jeans, slowly rubbing against him, the smile never leaving his face.

First Meeting - Again. (Bou/Ji)

Ji froze as the others hand connected with his cheek, eyes narrowing. The irritation that hadn’t been there before swiftly rose and he flicked the cigarette away to grab the others shirt, jerking him close with an irritated hiss of breath. “You just made a very bad mistake.” He growls out, eyes bleeding black as he slams the person against the pole he’d been leaning against, nails lengthening and tearing through the fabric of their shirt. Ji knew he needed to calm down- he was in public and he hadn’t called on enough shadows to murder the creature in broad day light.

His breathing was quicker then it should have been in the proximity of the person, his gaze dropping to his lips. Why did he feel like this? What the hell was this sudden feeling flooding through him? Lust? Need? Jiyong rarely felt such things and yet, this close to them, all he could think about was kissing him. A mental fuck it resounded in his head before he crushed his lips against the offenders, dragging him upwards as he angled his lips over theirs hard enough to break skin with his teeth.