emberĀ stingsĀ hisĀ skin,Ā a fiery heat he can't escape. painĀ isĀ nothingĀ new.Ā itĀ sparks,Ā flares,Ā thenĀ settlesĀ intoĀ somethingĀ familiar.Ā gunwooĀ welcomesĀ it,Ā barelyĀ hissingĀ throughĀ theĀ sting,Ā becauseĀ itāsĀ easierĀ toĀ focusĀ onĀ thatĀ thanĀ whatāsĀ unravelingĀ betweenĀ them. he'sĀ usedĀ toĀ distractions.Ā toĀ chaos.Ā toĀ recklessnessĀ thatĀ keepsĀ hisĀ thoughtsĀ fromĀ settlingĀ tooĀ longĀ inĀ oneĀ place. Ā theĀ stingĀ shouldĀ beĀ justĀ anotherĀ thingĀ toĀ brushĀ past,Ā anotherĀ burnĀ toĀ ignore.Ā but jisung is paying attention.Ā heĀ feelsĀ itĀ inĀ theĀ pressĀ ofĀ hisĀ thumb,Ā firmĀ andĀ deliberateĀ againstĀ hisĀ wrist, Ā theĀ touchĀ purposeful,Ā almostĀ likeĀ he'sĀ shieldingĀ himĀ fromĀ theĀ burn.Ā guidingĀ gunwooāsĀ handĀ toĀ falter,Ā toĀ release.Ā theĀ cigaretteĀ slips,Ā tumbling ā justĀ aĀ dimĀ blurĀ ofĀ orangeĀ beforeĀ itāsĀ gone,Ā forgotten. and all that's left is the feel of jisung's breath against his lips, hot, insistent. the hand on his wrist isn't just a hold, it's a brand, an imprint that will stay with him longer than the burn of the cigarette ever could.
the tug drags him closer, and gunwoo goes with it, kiss deepening as the heat between them smolders into something harder to put out. a soft sigh escapes, and gunwoo swallows it whole, the sound searing itself into his memory. his free hand moves on instinct, fingers threading into jisung's hair, a slow slip, then a twist, a pull. not hard, but enough. theĀ restĀ ofĀ theĀ worldĀ slipsĀ away.Ā hisĀ mindĀ falters,Ā focusesĀ onlyĀ onĀ theĀ wayĀ jisungāsĀ bodyĀ respondsĀ toĀ everyĀ pull,Ā everyĀ brushĀ ofĀ skin.
he breaks the kiss enough to breathe, to catch that wrecked sound between them. lips brushing over the model's jaw, down to the soft curve of his throat. teeth grazing over skin, enough to feel the pulse under it, enough to make him want more. but each press of his mouth only stirs the conflict beneath the surface, raw desire clashing with his loyalty to the rodani prowlers. pride. resentment. the reckless pull of wanting what he shouldn't. the stubborn need to see how far he can push it. when he pulls back enough to meet jisung's gaze, gunwoo's pupils are dark, lashes heavy, āĀ Ā Ā you think your crew would like to see you like this ? Ā āĀ